˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ intro: i thought it’d make sense for my first post to be a blog introduction. hi! you can call me daze. i’m currently in high school, and i’m a transman.
this blog is dedicated to reader inserts. i don’t tend to see very many male reader inserts, so i’m planning on the majority of writing on this blog to be either a male or gender neutral reader. i do accept fem reader requests, but most of what i write on my own will be masc or gn!
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i have a few rules, which are likely to be added onto as i think of them:
• i will not write nsfw. i’m a minor, a number of the characters i write for are minors, it’s just generally uncomfy!!
• i won’t write yandere stuff. it just generally makes me uncomfortable.
• obviously nothing weird - incest, weird age gaps, etc.
• if you request for an underage character, you will be written as underage. i do not age up characters, it’s just a little uncomfy for me, because once again, i am a minor.
• also, i won’t go into anything regarding drugs, or usually alcohol. if it’s an of age character at like, a party or something, i may mention ‘they had a glass of wine’ or whatever, but i will not go into detail.
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ writing for*:
• tmnt 2012
• rise of the tmnt
• x-men (comics and cartoons - i need to rewatch the movies)
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ outro: and there you have it! my blog. this post was last updated 4/12/23. i hope you all have a wonderful (insert however much time here)!
uh hi came to check in on this after honest to god forgetting about this blog
why is my most popular fic here 1.5k notes??????? i?????? was 16 when i wrote that??????
i just opened pandora’s box
life update ig. i’m 18 now. closer to 19 actually. lost one of my dogs around the same time i abandoned this blog (may she rest in peace). currently taking a gap year before i go to college for biology.
rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader
summary: someone keeps stealing everyone's things. nothing they've stolen has any correlation, and it's anyone's guess why they're doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it's them.
reader goes for their second target, a set of michelangelo’s paints. unfortunately, as april and donnie’s investigation kicks into gear, they find themself on the list of suspects. what are they meant to do now?
word count: 1,894
a/n: HEYOOO i’m NOT abandoning this surprise. every time i say writer’s block has left me, it hits me like a train, so i’m gonna be totally honest this time: this may not get part three for another several months. it entirely depends on how well my brain chooses to cooperate.
on a different note, we’re approaching one year of this account! i like to think i’ve done somewhat good with my writing so far. anyhow, hope you all enjoy this!
By next Tuesday, everyone had been thoroughly interrogated. Again, except Draxum, who was having none of it.
The tape rolled on your interrogation. Well, if you counted a phone camera as a tape. For the sake of poeticism, the tape rolled on your interview. You were sitting at a table opposite the camera, or rather, April's phone, very clearly holding in a laugh. April sighed, and her voice was heard. “(Y/N), where were you on the night of April 16th?”
“Didn’t we already establish this?”
Although it wasn’t seen on the video, you remembered April had brandished a clipboard. “Look, Don’s the one who wrote the questions, not me.”
“It's for the sake of a record!” His hand barely came into frame as he emphasized his point.
You decided to entertain the question. “I was in the lair with everyone else. We were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again–”
“Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 ,” Donnie corrected you from behind the camera.
“Okay, okay, didn’t realize that was a necessary detail.” You held your hands up. “Yes, we were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again 2.”
“I recall you weren’t seated the whole movie. Where were you when you weren’t watching the movie with everyone else?”
“I was in the kitchen, refilling the popcorn bowl.”
“Three separate times?”
“Twice. The third time, I was looking for a phone charger.”
The scratching of a pen against paper was heard. “And after the movie ended?”
“I was with Leo in his room.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking through memes and shit.”
“And you were with Leo because?” Donnie interjected.
You raised an eyebrow. “He's my boyfriend. I thought that was a pretty clear reason.”
“You weren't... plotting?”
“If you mean plotting out our next Minecraft build, yeah, sure.”
“And you left when?” April interrupted the line of questioning before Donnie got out of hand.
“Oh, I’m not sure. Sometime around midnight, I guess?” Not technically a lie, depending on how you defined ‘sometime around’. You left it vague.
“So, well within in the time frame of the crime?”
“Yeah, I guess so. But April and Sunita were the only ones who weren’t present in that time, right?”
“Okay, well, did you see anything when you were leaving?”
“Well…” You began recounting what you saw before the crime took place. “Leo was still up when I left. Mikey’s door was left open when I passed, and he was passed out with some YouTube video playing in the background. I think it was some top 10 scariest roller coasters video or something? I’m pretty sure I was the last person to leave, everything was shut down in the living room.”
April nodded. “So if your story’s correct, that would mean it either had to happen before midnight, or it was one of Donnie’s brothers.”
“Or Splinter,” he interjected.
“I guess? I don’t know, I can’t really see your dad having a motive for it.”
“Old people are weird.”
“Especially Splinter,” you agreed.
And the video ended, everyone brought back to the present, April 22nd, 5:09 p.m., in the lair once more. “This is the final interview we recorded,” April stated, disconnecting her phone from the projector. “We took this Monday the 18th, the day before the second incident occurred.” She walked over to the whiteboard. There was a 'victim' column now, listing only Donnie. April now wrote Mikey's name beneath his.
•°. *࿐
Last Tuesday...
You weren’t actually supposed to be in the lair right now.
It was the middle of the day, and you knew none of the guys were home, thanks to Mikey’s social media. Did this count as breaking in? You weren’t entirely sure. Oh well.
You walked behind Splinter’s armchair, not really taking too much care not to be seen. You could hear him snoring, and when Splinter was out, he was out. He would have no clue you were ever here.
You knew exactly who and what your target was. You didn’t stop to look at anything else, you went right to Mikey’s room. The door was open, so you had no worries about fingerprints on the door, though you had brought gloves just in case.
You looked around his room and winced. It was… a bit of a mess. You'd expected it, but it still wasn't very encouraging. You had to shuffle around carefully to make sure you left everything in place. You hopped over the laundry pile to stand over his desk. Damn it. Everything was piled up on the desk, you could hardly tell what was where. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the desk. Then, you reached into your bag, pulling out the plastic gloves you’d taken from your parents’ cleaning supplies.
Once you pulled the gloves on, you began carefully sifting through his belongings. Using the photo you'd just taken, you made sure you put everything back where it belonged, right down to the exact degree of rotation. But with every section of clutter you went through, you were getting increasingly frustrated as you kept digging around and coming up with nothing. You even pulled open a few of the drawers, gentle so you didn't knock anything out of place, only to find nothing.
Finally, somewhat annoyed, you left the desk. If it wasn’t here, then where was it?
You looked around. Then your eyes landed on one splash of color in the ocean of it. You squinted, trying to decide if you were really seeing what you were seeing. You were.
“What kind of psycho paints on their bed ?” Mikey’s paints were lying next to a not-quite-dry canvas laid down on his bed. You spent a full ten seconds staring at it, just processing what you were looking at. That felt like a disaster waiting to happen. His brushes were sitting in a glass of water on his bedside table, at least. You snatched up the paints, and were about to shove them in your bag when you thought better of it. There were still drops of wet paint around the caps, and you didn’t want all your stuff to get stained bright green. So instead, you chose to just carry them in your arms and pray you wouldn’t drop them.
You strolled past Splinter, still snoring, and made it out without no trouble. They weren’t even close to home when you left. Wednesday, April 20th, 3:39 P.M. The Snatcher strikes again.
•°. *࿐
Back in the present, everyone stared as April finished the tail of the y on Mikey's name.
“Everyone, we've got a serial snatcher on our hands.”
“Snatcher. Uppercase S,” Donnie corrected.
“How do you know the capitalization of something I'm saying out loud?”
He shrugged. “I just do. Anyhow, not to say I told you so, but I told you so!”
“Are we sure he didn't just... misplace his paints?” Sunita asked, in the most sympathetic way possible.
“I DIDN’T!” Mikey was reacting almost as dramatically as Donnie had, but with tears as opposed to anger and suspicion. You honestly felt kind of bad seeing it. You hadn't thought the paints were that important to him. He had a billion, after all. “I LEFT THEM RIGHT THERE! ON MY BED! I KNOW I DID! I LEFT THEM RIGHT BY MY PAINTING!”
Raph was patting Mikey on the back, trying to comfort him while April sketched out the new crime scene right next to the previous one.
“Hey, Mike, don't be so upset.” This was just a dumb prank, you didn't want to make him actually cry over it. “Look, I'll buy you some new ones, okay? We'll go to the craft store later,” you offerred.
“Oh, but (Y/N) , it's not just about the paints!” Donnie interrupted you. “It’s the principle! We don’t just have a Snatcher anymore, we have a serial Snatcher!”
“That sounds fucking dumb.”
“Shut up, Cassandra.”
“And April already said that.”
“Shut up, Leo.”
You were pretty sure it was more about the paints for Mikey, but whatever. Let Donnie have his investigation. It was more fun that way. The whiteboard was pretty impressive, honestly. At least, it was now that April had organized it. When you'd first seen it, Donnie had kind of just scribbled everything anywhere he could put it. April was in charge of it now, and was officially making a 'suspects' column. Everyone watched with bated breath as she wrote, waiting to see if their names were present.
Leonardo...
A dramatic gasp. “Me? Well I never!”
Raphael…
“But why would I take my brothers’ stuff?!”
Cassandra…
“WHAT?! THIS IS UNJUST!”
Ah, fuck.
And you.
You made no response but a practiced perplexed expression.
April explained why she'd come up with this list. “Leo and Raph are the only two of the brothers who haven't had anything... well, snatched.” There were a couple snickers around the room - mostly just you and Leonardo. The Snatcher title really was being embraced. “For all we know, this could just be a Hamato brother thing. After all, no one outside the family's been proven as being involved. And, well, Leo does have a reputation,” she muttered the last part.
“Wow, biased much?”
“And, well, kind of a similar principle for you, Cassandra. No offense, but this does feel like something you'd do. And I mean, we've seen you professionally steal stuff.”
“That's behind me.” Cassandra huffed.
“And me?” You were dying to know what could've given you away.
“Suspicious behavior.”
“... Suspicious behavior?”
“Suspicious behavior.”
“...” The two of you shared a long moment of questioning eye contact. “... Do I get anymore context beyond that?”
“Sorry. Confidential information.” Donnie answered for her.
You ran through everything you'd said and done in the last week. You couldn't think of anything particularly incriminating. Did she actually know something, or was she bluffing?
Jesus Christ, what is this, Death Note?
When the meeting was dismissed, you and Leo turned to each other, immediately sharing your thoughts.
“I can’t believe she suspects us! I mean, I don’t even know what those batteries are used for!” Leo had a hand to his chest, trying to emphasize just how innocent he was. He didn't have to prove anything to you, you knew exactly who it was. You also knew they weren’t batteries, they were a bunch of cables for a GPS antenna. You knew because you stared at them by your closet every night before going to sleep. They cast weird, overlapping shadows on your wall that looked a bit like a nest of some sort. You had no clue how they were so tangled when Donnie had barely even touched them.
But you didn’t say that. It’d make you look suspicious if you were keeping track.
So instead, you just played along. “I know, right? I mean, I wasn’t even here when Mikey lost his paints.”
Once you were done with your 'can you believe how ridiculous this is' debriefing, the two of you sat there on the couch together. He had an arm over your shoulder, scrolling through memes on his phone. You would joke about them with him whenever he showed you one, but the gears in your brain were turning. You had to get April off your back, and quick. She was onto you, and you had to come up with a plan to fix that, and fast.
i wanted to make this post just to a). announce that b). give a few updates regarding my writing and this blog in general!
so, i’ve finally beaten writer’s block! yay! posts are probably going to be spaced out a bit more from now on, since i find i work better when i’m not working as fast as i possibly can. who woulda thought /s
i currently have two rottmnt things lined up! both multi-chapter fics, which is a first here! the first is the thing that got me out of writer’s block, which is basically just a really dumb mystery thing regarding a thief in the gang (which is actually just the reader being an asshole). the first chapter should be up around the same time as this post!
the second is that “reader who works at the battle nexus” fic i posted about a few months ago. i haven’t started working on it - it’ll probably be out after the snatcher is finished.
i’m also planning to start actually writing for other things. i’m working on updating my fandoms, at the current time i know im going to be writing some x-men stuff, and im considering doing something for epithet erased.
i probably won’t open requests again for a little while - at least not until i’m finished updating my fandoms and have written something for each of them.
thanks for reading this little update! i hope you all have a wonderful week!
I just read the "snatcher" fic and ur writing is so funny and im wondering where u get ur humor from? (shows, books, fics, etc)
honestly? i haven’t got a clue.
actually wait - i was trying to think of what i was into around the time i developed this sense of humor. the only thing i could come up with was sonic the hedgehog, but i couldn’t remember anything specific, and then i remembered sonic boom exists.
so, probably some strange combination sonic boom, some influence from rise itself, and me just being obnoxious in general. there you have it
i wanted to make this post just to a). announce that b). give a few updates regarding my writing and this blog in general!
so, i’ve finally beaten writer’s block! yay! posts are probably going to be spaced out a bit more from now on, since i find i work better when i’m not working as fast as i possibly can. who woulda thought /s
i currently have two rottmnt things lined up! both multi-chapter fics, which is a first here! the first is the thing that got me out of writer’s block, which is basically just a really dumb mystery thing regarding a thief in the gang (which is actually just the reader being an asshole). the first chapter should be up around the same time as this post!
the second is that “reader who works at the battle nexus” fic i posted about a few months ago. i haven’t started working on it - it’ll probably be out after the snatcher is finished.
i’m also planning to start actually writing for other things. i’m working on updating my fandoms, at the current time i know im going to be writing some x-men stuff, and im considering doing something for epithet erased.
i probably won’t open requests again for a little while - at least not until i’m finished updating my fandoms and have written something for each of them.
thanks for reading this little update! i hope you all have a wonderful week!
rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader
summary: someone keeps stealing everyone’s things. nothing they’ve stolen has any correlation, and it’s anyone’s guess why they’re doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it’s them.
a box of parts has gone missing from donatello’s lab, and needless to say, he’s furious about it. just one heist in, and it’s already quickly turning into everyone’s problem.
word count: 2,868
a/n: guess who’s back with his first multi-chapter fic y’all
i’m gonna have another post regarding my return from hiatus with more details on that and my writing plans around the same time i post this, so please do check that out if you care about this blog!
in regards to the fic: i like to call this one “in which the reader is full-on just kind of an asshole and steals everyone’s stuff for no reason”. so, if you just so happen to be a little shit, congrats! this one’s for you. reader is in a relationship with leo in this, but that’s not really the focus, and it isn’t really even explicitly mentioned in this chapter.
All was still.
It was well past dark in New York City. Of course, that didn’t mean much - it’s called the city that never sleeps for a reason. Above ground, traffic still raced on, people still yelled in the streets, the hubbub didn’t quit. But in some apartments, families closed their curtains, tucked their children into bed, and tried to ignore the clamor outside their windows.
Below ground was a slightly different story, however. Sounds were muffled by concrete, leaving the rush of cars and footsteps inaudible. Occasionally, you would hear the telltale rattle of the subway, but it was easy enough to ignore once you got used to it. Normally, in this strange home beneath the city, there would still be some sort of noise at this hour, but the Hamato family had retired a bit earlier than usual tonight. Splinter had even remembered to turn off the projector, which was rare enough to be notable. As far as the family was concerned, everyone was tucked into bed and sleeping soundly. Not a creature was stirring.
Except for one.
In contrast to the rest of the lair, the laboratory wasn’t totally quiet, nor was it totally dark. The machines which occupied the room produced soft whirring noises at all times, and had plenty of blinking lights to keep the room just barely illuminated. Most of it was a very dim light, but at the main desk with the most clutter, there was one brighter source. The computer was open to some Wikipedia page, and the light it produced fell softly on the face of a sleeping softshell turtle.
Normally, he would still be awake, working away on his various inventions. But this evening, he’d crashed far earlier than normal. Definitely unusual, but no one would be particularly surprised to hear about it. After all, he had gone without sleep for what? Three days now? It was only logical he would drop at some point, whether it be by his own will or nature taking over. He needed this sleep, everyone (except perhaps himself) would agree. It was a tad unfortunate, however, that he crashed when and where he did. For one thing, the desk littered with empty coffee cups and stray materials couldn’t be a very comfortable pillow, and far more importantly, he hadn’t had time to close anything down for the night. Some things were left running, and their batteries would likely be drained by morning. That was the least of his concerns, however. What he should, and likely would if he was conscious, be worried about was that nothing was locked. The door to the lab, the cabinets of valuable tools, nothing. His precious projects were left completely and utterly vulnerable, as he would find out when the morning came.
It was Friday evening, April 16th. The small clock in the bottom right corner of the computer read 11:24 PM.
That was when the Snatcher struck for the first time.
•°. *࿐
“I suppose you’re all wondering why I called you here today.”
It was Saturday morning, 8:42 AM. It wasn’t unusual for you to meet on a weekend, but it was a bit strange that it was so early in the morning. Saturdays are for sleeping in, after all, but that hadn’t been an option this morning, thanks to Donatello. You’d been woken up bright and early at 7:00 AM by your phone blowing up with notifications, demanding that you get to the lair as soon as possible because Donnie had a “code red emergency that he needs everyone to meet for ASAP”. A quick check with Leonardo, however, revealed that there wasn’t, in fact, a code red (something on fire, someone bleeding, or an alien invasion). According to him, Donnie had woken everyone up banging pots and pans at an absolutely ungodly hour, and was very passive aggressive all throughout breakfast. All of that, and he was refusing to explain why until everyone was present.
So, here you were, sitting in the main room of the lair at this mildly ridiculous hour of the morning with everyone. And when you said everyone, you meant everyone. Yourself, April, and the guys were the usual given, as well as Casey Jr. since he showed up. Cassandra was sitting over on the far right next to Sunita, and even Splinter had been dragged to this meeting, though he appeared to already be drifting off. Upon arrival, you had been informed that Draxum was also invited, but had refused. You supposed Donnie didn’t have the authority to argue there.
“Will you get to the point already?” Leo groaned next to you. “It’s been hours.” Raphael and Michelangelo looked equally annoyed and tired, and you couldn’t blame them, what with the stories you’d heard earlier. You considered regretting taking extra time for breakfast and prolonging their suffering, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to. It was some damn good breakfast, and they ought to be used to this stuff by now.
Standing in front of you all, Donnie sighed. “All right, all right, you guys have no respect for a good monologue.” He grabbed hold of the whiteboard he had rolled out of the lab earlier and dramatically spun it around. You squinted, trying to interpret the scribbles made in dry erase marker, but quickly gave up. He would undoubtedly explain it all to you regardless.
“Last night, sometime between 10:30 PM and 4:00 AM, someone broke into my lab!”
Everyone stared at him blankly.
“Donnie,” April said, “I was just in there. Nothing looked very broken into.”
“Yes, nothing LOOKED amiss, my dear April, but one very crucial detail!” He pointed towards one corner of his whiteboard, at what you now recognized as a diagram of the lab. He circled a drawing of what appeared to be a box he had very subtly labeled “GPS PARTS”. “This box” -he gestured again for extra emphasis- “contained–”
“Let me guess, GPS parts?”
“LET ME SPEAK!” Donnie took a deep breath and returned to his drawing. “Yes, it contained GPS parts, very important GPS parts I just bought to use on my brand new upgrades to the navigational system in the Turtle Tank, more specifically the parts needed for the antenna, but I know you all start yelling when I go on science tangents, so for your sakes, I won’t elaborate.”
“Thanks, it’s much appreciated.”
Donnie made an expression you quickly recognized as the “trying to blow Leo up with his mind” face.
“And what happened to the parts, Donnie?” April asked.
“Why, thank you for asking. Well, this morning when I awoke…” Donnie took an eraser, held it up, and suddenly began erasing the box far more violently than he really needed to. “IT WAS GONE!”
Donnie’s yell woke Splinter up with a start. “Wh-” Sunita leaned over and whispered a quick summary of the situation. “Oh, that is what you are so mad about? You lost your, uh, things?”
“They weren’t lost, Father, they were clearly stolen!” Donnie was becoming more frantic by the moment. “I checked and double checked their exact position several times last night, to be perfectly sure I wouldn’t loose them! And yet, this morning, they were gone! And they had to have been stolen by SOMEONE IN THIS ROOM! Or Draxum.”
He waved an accusatory finger at… well, everyone. “Everyone present in this room was present last night for our Jupiter Jim: Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 viewing, as you all know!”
This was a fact. Yesterday, everyone in your circle had been invited (or dragged, in Draxum’s case) to watch the new JJ movie the second it came out on DVD. It had been fun, but you doubted anyone there expected to be a suspect by the next morning. Well, except for the perpetrator, you supposed.
“Are you sure, Dee?” Casey Jr. actually looked pretty concerned. He always seemed to take these things a bit more seriously, probably because he wasn’t as used to it. “I mean, you really think someone in this room would steal from you?”
“Oh, you sweet summer child, multiple people in this room have stolen from me. In fact, most people in this room have stolen from me. Some more than others.” He gave a pointed glare in Leo and Cassandra’s directions.
“Do you have any proof?” Cassandra glared right back.
“Yes, Cassandra!” Donnie once more slapped the diagram. “The fact that it’s gone! The fact that there is an outline in the shape of a box entirely free of dust! The fact that whichever one of you who did it (probably Leo) is an–”
“Whoa, whoa, are you accusing me? Your own twin brother?” Leo put a hand on his chest, commencing with his usual theatrics. “Dude, I thought we had a bond!”
“Leonardo, this would be far from the first time you’ve stolen my stuff!” Donnie pointed at him in response. “My tools! My clothing! Anything in my lab you thought looked cool! Even Penelope Platypus!”
“Penelope Platypus?”
“Don’t ask. Never ask about Penelope Platypus,” Raph whispered.
“Understood.”
“Okay, okay-” April stood up from her spot and walked over to Donnie. “Everyone, let’s just-”
“I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR PENELOPE PLATYPUS-”
“Donnie, let’s just calm down!” April grabbed Donnie’s arm and lowered it. “Do you not have any security cam footage?”
“No, April, I do not, because as I conveniently told you all yesterday, all my security measures are under maintenance!”
“Fingerprints?”
“Already checked. Whoever it was, they knew exactly what they were looking for and didn’t touch anything else. Believe me, I have been looking since 4. A. M.”
“Okay, what’s all the rest of this on your board?”
Donnie cleared his throat, but not before sending one last nasty glance his brother’s way. “Well, here I have a list of any possible motivation our thief could’ve had. Leonardo, mischief, Cassandra, mischief, Draxum, turning back into an evil supervillain stuff, Mikey, an insane level of dumb luck and obliviousness-”
“Okaaay.” April cut him off before he could go down the whole list, but you could just make out your own name below Mikey’s. Anything else written on the board, however, was pretty much lost to time thanks to Donnie’s illegible handwriting.
April picked up a dry erase marker from the bottom of the board, and began making amendments to Donnie’s notes. “Well, we know it couldn’t have been me or Sunita, since we left while you were still awake.” She crossed out both names. “Mikey also went to bed pretty early, but I guess he could’ve gotten up and come back downstairs.” She placed a question mark next to Mikey’s name. “If our thief did know what they were looking for, then who did you tell about these parts?”
“Well, I told you, of course.” April began making checkmarks as Donnie listed names. “I also told Casey Jr. when I was teaching him how refrigerators work.”
You decided not to ask.
“I mentioned it to Father, but I doubt he was listening, since he clearly doesn’t often.” He paused as he stared at Splinter, who took a full seven and a half seconds to space back into reality and notice.
“Oh, are we done? Wonderful, I’m missing the latest episode of-”
“No, Father, we are not done!”
“Also, we don’t get cable,” Raph pointed out.
“Alright, and that’s everyone?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“Alright. So we’ve got ten total suspects, two with a solid alibi, three with inside knowledge, and…” April muttered to herself as she read over Donnie’s guessed motivations. How she managed to read those, you had no clue. “... two with a reasonable motive. Not a lot to go off of.”
“Well then, on to my planned second step; I will now be questioning each of you in order from oldest to youngest.” Uh oh. “Father?”
“Uh- yes, Purple?”
“WHERE WERE YOU THE NIGHT OF APRIL 16TH?”
“... I believe I was here. I also believe that was yesterday.”
You exchanged a look with Leo. This was going nowhere - Donnie was just going to yell a lot, and eventually Cassandra was going to start yelling back, and then everyone would be yelling, and it would just be really loud. You pulled out your phone as discreetly as you could, and began typing.
was it you?
be honest i swear i won’t tell anyone
no!!! i went straight to sleep after you left
i didn’t go anywhere near the lab
i assume you wouldn’t be asking if it was you
well duh
should we tell him raph slipped sleeping meds in his coffee
no, that’ll just make it worse
raph wouldn’t do it anyways, he’s too nice
point taken
so what are we supposed to do
watch it play out?
you read my mind
You looked up from your phone, back at Donnie, who had moved on from Splinter to Cassandra. This would be fun.
“WHY THE HELL WOULD I TAKE IT? I WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT!”
“YOU HAVE ONE OF THE TOP MOTIVES, CASSANDRA!”
“AND WHAT KIND OF MOTIVE IS THAT?!”
“TO SPITE ME!”
“TO SPITE– oh. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“SO YOU ADMIT IT!”
“I ADMIT TO NOTHING!”
“Oh my god, they’re going to kill each other.” You sincerely doubted you would see anything as entertaining as this for the rest of the week. It was pettiness at its finest, and you’d acquired quite a number of insults from watching fights this way. You knew it was only a matter of time until someone (Cassandra) threw the first punch, and then it was only a matter of time until someone (Donnie) threw the first explosive. But alas, it would be over too soon for that.
“April, you get Donnie.” Raph sighed as he stood up, and scooped Cassandra up remarkably easy. At the same time, April grabbed Donnie, preventing him from trying to hit Casey Sr.
“Look, Donnie, I can understand why you’re upset, but fighting isn’t really the best way to fix this.”
“But it is a way.”
“Maybe, but–”
“Don, I’ll help you find your parts.” April cut Raph off. She sounded pretty exasperated at this point. “Just stop screaming before everyone’s eardrums explode.”
“I was not screaming-”
“Yes you were. Now come on, I wanna see the crime scene for myself.” April began dragging Donnie off to his lab. Casey stuck her tongue out at him, and you just caught him flipping her off before disappearing into the lab.
Raph set Cassandra back down, and she muttered something that sounded a lot like a very targeted insult.
“Well, that was certainly… something,” Sunita commented.
“Something, indeed.” Mikey nodded.
“Okay.” Raph turned back to the group. “You know I trust all of you…”
“But you’re gonna accuse one of us of stealing some dumb science crap?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow.
“No! No.” Raph smiled sheepishly. “But, if it was any of you… Just, please give it back. He will not let this go, and I don’t know if our sanities will survive it.”
“Hey, hey, April’s on the case now!” Mikey chimed in. “I’m sure she’ll solve it in no time! She’ll catch our… our Snatcher!”
“Our what now?”
“The Snatcher! It’s what I just decided to title our resident thief.”
“We’re naming the thief?”
“Now, now, Casey Jr., every thief needs a good name.” Mikey patted Casey on the shoulder a couple of times, looking very proud of himself.
While everyone else was talking over the new name and what could’ve happened to Donnie’s stuff, you walked over to the whiteboard. You weren’t really interested in the lab diagram; you also weren’t sure what part of this required an entire corner of the board being dedicated to math equations.
You squinted at Donnie’s scrawled handwriting, trying to make out the notes at the bottom of the board. On the motives list, you found your name, which was just barely readable. It took you a few seconds to translate what was written next to it.
Scheming.
That didn’t sound too different from Leo and Cassandra’s “mischief”, but hey, it sounded better, so you weren’t going to complain. You’d have to ask Donnie what he meant by the difference next time you saw him.
You grabbed the marker and wrote down several notes regarding what had occurred last night. You had stayed in Leo’s room for a while before you left, so you could provide alibis for each other in that time frame. You hadn’t seen Cassandra on your way out, nor had you seen anyone else up. You wrote down the rough time you left, as could be verified by Leo, and wrote down that you had seen a light from under Mikey’s door.
Finally, you wrote “The Snatcher Case” at the top of the board, followed by “(y/n) was here :)” in the bottom corner.
You smiled to yourself before going to grab your things and get ready to leave. You were eager to watch this play out.
You couldn’t wait until you enacted phase two of your plan.
It was 9:57 AM, Saturday, April 17th. The Snatcher waltzed right out of the lair, and no one suspected a thing.
my last post was a lie! i physically cannot make myself write.
i’ve been having trouble writing for a couple months now. i thought maybe once i got my medications and could stop worrying about that a bit less, i would go back to it, but i just can’t and i don’t know why.
hopefully my motivation will come back sometime this year, but for the meantime, i think i’m going to officially announce that i’m going on hiatus. i’m deleting the last requests in my inbox - if either of the requesters are reading this, i’m so sorry, i wish i could do them but it’s just not getting done any time soon.
i wish you all well - i’ll still be online here and there, but i won’t be posting. have a nice cow i found off pinterest as my farewell.
i never know what to tag this stuff so i have no clue how many people are even gonna see this, but i just wanted to give an update on what’s been going on since i’ve been so inactive.
i’m so sorry about not posting for like a month, i’ve been really burned out. i have ocd, it’s always been pretty bad, but it started getting ridiculously unbearable recently. on top of that we had the holidays and all that, and i’ve just started college prep (early college prep, i’m not like about to graduate) - i just haven’t had a lot of time or motivation to write.
but, i am being put on meds now, so hopefully it’s gonna stop being as horrible as it’s been! im actually starting on one of the last requests in my inbox right now (again i am so sorry it’s been like two months), so hopefully i’ll start posting more regularly again.
i hope all of you have a wonderful however much time, thanks for reading this update!
hi! it’s me again, with yet another writers block update. yeah it’s back.
i’m sorry that posts have been a bit less frequent, i still have two requests in my inbox, and it might take me a little while to get to them. i may end up taking the holiday season off, but i swear that after i have all my holiday stuff done i’ll get to those two requests!again, i’m really sorry about being inconsistent with this stuff. as an apology, have this beautiful cow and also a happy holidays from me
Could you do a Rise!Donnie x Male!Reader where the reader struggles with feeling like they’re an annoyance and that the turtles don’t actually want him around-but Donnie does his best to try and show or say that he is wanted (and probably struggles to show that because well… he’s Donnie). Thanks!! (Btw I love your writing so much 🥺)
Operation Feel-Welcome
rise!donnie x male!reader
summary: donnie found out about your insecurities in a very not privacy-invading-way at all, and now he’s decided to do something about it.
word count: 2431
a/n: why is this thing so damn long by my standards? GOOD QUESTION.
I HAVE NO CLUE.
yeah i wrote my outline and suddenly it was just. much longer than i usually write?? oh well. sorry for posts being somewhat slowed down recently, i’ve been busy with the holiday season and school! thanks for requesting, i hope you like this!
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He found out when he was reading your diary.
That sounds bad. It’s not as bad as it sounds, really. You were over for help with homework, and when you went to get something to eat, he picked up what he thought was your notes to get a grasp of the material. Who keeps their diary in a regular old notebook, anyways?
He hadn’t meant to read it, truly. It was just that the entry he’d opened to quite clearly had his name on it, and hey, how is he supposed to not read that?
That entry just so happened to detail all your insecurities about your social life. He was kind of shocked, really. He didn’t examine anyone’s emotions too closely, of course, he could hardly understand them sometimes. He didn’t know why you would feel this way. He loved being around you, even if he could only show it in his typical Donnie way (which is to say, not very well).
So, after briefly panicking when he heard you walking back as he still held your diary in his hands, he scrambled to put it back just the way you’d left it and spent the rest of the day more focused on how to remedy this than on algebra equations. (Granted, you didn’t notice. That guy could do most of these in his sleep.)
As soon as you left, Donnie had already built about a billion schemes in his head. Of course, in pure Donnie fashion, most of them were more than a little over the top and involved some level of explosives… okay, maybe that one was just an excuse to set something on fire, but there were some good ideas in there! Emphasis on idea. Not every idea turns out so great in practice, as Donnie ought to know by now.
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Operation #1: Hang-Out.
Donnie decided to go with the simplest on his list first: instead of waiting for you to come to the lair, he’d come to you. Logically, if someone wasn’t wanted, they’d be the one initiating everything, right? And if he initiated it instead, that would certainly make you feel more welcome, wouldn’t it?
As always, Donnie’s ‘disguise’ was ridiculously simple. You were never quite sure how he didn’t get caught, but hey, this is New York City - people have seen weirder things, and have other stuff to worry about. So, walking down the street in his purple hoodie (albeit sticking to the emptier streets and the shadows), he went pretty much unnoticed.
Still glowing on his phone screen was your text conversation from about an hour ago.
Hello, (Y/N). What time do you get off school?
three, just like always
how come?
Would you mind if I met you after you get out?
sure??
everything good??
He hadn’t responded to the last text. He’d gotten too caught up in avoiding nosy kids asking about his skin to type anything.
At your school, Donnie found you sitting on the stairs leading up to the building, scrolling on your phone. He dodged around your classmates, apparently trying to go unnoticed. (He did not go unnoticed. You saw each of them give him a look.)
“Psst! (Y/N)! It’s me, Donatello!”
You blinked up at him. “Yeah, I gathered.” You grabbed your backpack and stood up. “Everything okay? Did Leo break an arm or something?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no!” You both began making your way down the sidewalk, going towards neither-of-you-really-knew-where. “I simply thought that…”
Donnie stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t gotten this far in his planning, as evidenced by walking towards he-didn’t-really-know-where. He had gotten to ‘meet up with (Y/N) on the surface’, but he hadn’t gotten to anything after that.
“…What kinds of things do you do for fun up here? We could, uh, do whatever that is?” He racked his brain. “You like that fast food place down the street, right? I’ll pay.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you need from the hardware store?”
“What?”
“When your being really nice to me like this, you’re usually buttering me up to get you something from the hardware store. What is it?”
“No, no, you just haven’t come down to the lair in a while, and-“
“I was at the lair yesterday.”
Crap, were you? He’d been holed up in the lab all day, designing updates for the turtle tank. No one had told him you were there.
“And I saw you the day before.”
Okay, that part he recalled. Bad excuse.
“Well-“
Your phone began ringing. You looked down at the screen, and back up at Donnie. “Crap, sorry, I’ve gotta go. Mom probably wants me back home. Just text me whatever it is you need and I’ll bring it around tomorrow, okay?”
And without even waiting for an answer, you turned on your heel and answered your phone, walking away from him.
Operation Hang-Out: Failed.
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Operation #2: Arts-N-Crafts.
Donnie wasn’t exactly the best at social interactions, everyone knew that. Yesterday, he’d made the fatal mistake of not planning ahead. He assumed something would come to him, and it didn’t.
So, maybe it would go better with someone who did know how to interact with people.
It was time for Mikey to enter the endeavour.
“Oh, dearest little brother of mine, I have a dilemma of which I need your help to solve!” Donnie found Mikey in the middle of one of his art projects, painting on a bedroom walls again. “How would you like to assist me?”
Mikey looked up from his painting. He had several splotches of paint across his arms, even a bit on his face (was he trying to eat the paint? How did he do that?). “Are you trying to use me as a test subject again?”
“Pft, no, why would I do that?” Donnie laughed a very suspicious laugh. “No, really, this time it’s about (Y/N).”
“What about (Y/N)? Is he okay?” Mikey set his paintbrush down, now curious.
“I read his diary.”
For just a moment of silence, the brothers stared at each other.
“… Wha-“
“IN MY DEFENSE, IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A REGULAR SPIRAL NOTEBOOK, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?”
Donnie explained the whole thing to Mikey, from the diary entry to yesterday’s failed attempt #1. Mikey agreed to help, and within the hour, attempt #2 was in progress.
This one was all up to Mikey. (Y/N) would be here any time now, and Mikey would insist that he needed your help with an art project. It wasn’t much, but the point was to make you feel included. Donnie smiled to himself when he saw you enter the lair and get dragged away by Mikey. There was no conceivable way this could possibly go wrong.
It went very wrong.
It went very wrong in less than thirty minutes.
To make a long story short, it turns out art supplies in the wider space of the lair combined with Leo trying to perfect a skateboarding move do not mix. Like, at all. Paint was everywhere, including on both you and Mikey. You had to leave and walk home covered in an uncomfortable amount of paint.
Operation Arts-N-Crafts: Failed.
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Operation #6: Game-Night.
One after another, Donnie’s plans failed, as did the couple that Mikey offered. Eventually, they came to #6 on the list: risky, but promising.
You had never seemed to participate very heavily in game night before. You always seemed to appoint yourself as the score taker, opting to spectate instead. With the added context, Donnie couldn’t help but wonder if you did that to stay ‘out of the way’.
So, he’d test it by preemptively appointing Leo as score taker.
“But why?” Leo whined upon hearing the news that the majority had voted to back up Donnie’s decision.
“Because you spilled all my expensive paint!” Mikey narrowed his eyes at Leo as he carried a concerningly tall stack of board games into the living room.
“But I already cleaned that up!”
“Come on, Leo, it’s not that bad!” Raph pat Leo on the shoulder. “It’s, uh… good for math practice?”
Leo didn’t look very convinced.
Everyone gathered on the floor in front of Splinter’s old chair, making a circle around the board games. Donnie sat down next to you, and April was on your opposite side. You couldn’t help but notice how April was carefully examining the selection today - Donnie and Leo may be the most outwardly competitive, but you’d witnessed enough of these to know April was the real master at most of these games.
You followed her example. One of the first things you noticed was that this month, Uno was missing. You weren’t particularly surprised. Last month, Mikey had threatened to use an Uno card as a knife if anyone else gave him another +2.
It started off just fine. You started with Cards Against Humanity. It was fun. No death threats were made. Clue and Catan went much the same way.
It was Monopoly where it all went to shit.
“WELL, I WANTED TO BE THE STUPID THIMBLE, BUT I LET YOU HAVE IT. AND WHAT DO I GET FOR IT?!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU LANDED ON MY SPACE!”
Mikey and Donnie were yelling, Donnie’s stack of money growing steadily smaller. Raph was stuck in jail, and April was quietly scheming. You were about 75% sure Leo, who was now the banker since there were no scores to be taken, was messing with transactions somehow. Honestly, that impressed you more than anything else. Pettiness levels were through the roof.
You pushed yourself backwards a bit as the argument began to escalate. “WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T TAKE THE THIMBLE EVERY STUPID TIME!”
“SINCE WHEN DO I TAKE IT EVERY TIME?”
“Okay, well, sometimes Leo takes it, but still-“
“Hey, don’t drag me into this!”
“I won’t drag you into this when you give me what I’m actually owed, Leo!”
Leo reached over for an unused piece. He threw it…
And it hit you right in the eye.
“OW-!” Your hand jumped up to where it hit you.
“LEO!”
“CRAP, I’M SORRY, I WAS AIMING FOR DONNIE-“
April was trying to get you to take your hand off your eye so she could check it, but taking the pressure off just hurt more. Thankfully, when she did get to see it, it didn’t look serious. It did certainly put a damper on the rest of the night, though.
Operation Game-Night: Failed.
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Operation #21: Help-In-The-Lab.
It had been a month and a half since he read the diary entry. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing that he noticed, anyways.
Not all of his plans ended in total disaster, but none ever seemed particularly successful, either. You never seemed particularly happier than usual. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts and his projects that he didn’t even notice you come into the lab. He didn’t notice until you were sitting right next to him. “Hey, Donnie.”
“JEEZ-“ Donnie dropped his screwdriver.
You picked it right back up and handed it back to him. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, you just scared me.”
“No, I mean in general.” You drummed your fingers on the desk. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”
Crap. You’d caught on.
Donnie let out that laugh that very clearly meant he was hiding something. “Oh, no, I’m fine! Weird? What do you mean weird?”
“I mean weird. Like the weird you’ve been since that time after school? You never texted me what it was you wanted, by the way.”
There was a silence as Donnie debated what to say.
“… Working on Sheldon?”
Donnie looked back down at the robot lair across the desk. “Oh, yeah. He ran into a wall a few hours ago, and now I’ve gotta fix him. Robots, amirite?”
You half smiled, but it didn’t look like your heart was in it.
“… Hey, mind passing me those screws?”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” You grabbed the nail box he was pointing at on the opposite end of the desk and set them down beside him. “What is it you’re doing, exactly?”
“Oh, well, I’m mostly just fixing some dents. There wasn’t too much internal damage, luckily, I just had to change out a few wires.”
“That’s good.”
It was quiet for a while. The silence was just on that line where Donnie couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable silence, or… well, an uncomfortable one.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Why was he talking?
“Yeah?”
“Would you be mad if I maybe, oh I don’t know… accidentally read a really personal entry in your diary because I didn’t realize it was your diary?”
“… What?”
Donnie hadn’t planned on owning up to it, but at this rate, he was getting nowhere. Screw it. “Well, you were here for homework, and I just wanted to check your notes, but they weren’t your notes, and I saw my name and I couldn’t stop myself-“
“Wait, what? When did this happen?” You looked more totally confused than anything else. “Which one did you read?”
He sighed. “It was talking about how you felt like we didn’t want you around. And that’s not true! It really isn’t. So I’ve been trying to make you feel more welcome. But… yeah, you remember the Monopoly incident.”
“Oh.” You paused. “So that’s what’s been happening.”
“Yeah.” Both of you were quiet. If it wasn’t awkward before, it definitely was now.
“You really aren’t annoying, though.” Donnie broke the silence. “I mean, you’re my favorite person.”
“Your favorite person? What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I like hanging out with you. You’re… im-por-tant to me.” He said it like he’d never even thought of liking people. “And you’re my favorite person.”
He looked up at you again, expecting to have just made things worse. He was surprised to see a smile on your face. Not one that you didn’t seem to mean, like earlier. It looked like you really were happy.
“You’re my favorite person, too. And… thanks for trying.”
“… Did this one work?”
“Excuse me?”
“Did this attempt to make you feel welcome work?”
“I… guess so?”
“OPERATION HELP-IN-THE-LAB: SUCCESSFUL!” Donnie pumped a fist as he cheered. He checked ‘double-success’ in his mind when you laughed.
Hey!! I saw your requests were open again- and since i really like your stuff i wanted to ask if yiu could write some trans (ftm) leo (rottmnt) and male reader hcs? I barely see any content for it- though only if youre comfortable!
If you need ideas you could dk "period" hcs, since female turtles dont get periods per say but they lay unfertilised eggs and get hormonal regardless but i understand that the thought if something humanoid laying eggs can be super uncomfy to think about so you can either leave this out completly or only go through the hormonal stuff.
Please and thank you!
FtM!Leo x Male!Reader HCs
ftm!2012!leo x male!reader
summary: why do i even give the hc posts summaries anymore. it’s in the freakin title. i could format this so much better but i’m lazy
word count: 400
a/n: TRANS LEO SO TRUE
it is like past midnight rn so i’m just praying any part of this is coherent tbh - i had another request in my inbox before this one, but it ended up being a lot longer than i was expecting. it’s already been almost a week since i’ve posted, so i wanted to get something else that’d take a bit less time out, and here we are!
thanks for requesting!
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if you started dating (or hell, if you knew each other at all) before his transition, he’d be really worried about coming out to you
when he does come out, just give him a hug. he already has so much on his plate, give him a few minutes to be emotional
he’s just under so much pressure all the time, and he’s constantly scared about losing others’ respect, and having his boyfriend know about and support this part of him is a whole weight off his shoulders
he’s going to cry
like for a while
he spent a while contemplating his new name. he wanted to stick with the renaissance artist theme, but he had to make sure he picked the right one, yknow?
he ended up deciding on leonardo at literally around one a.m. one night, and texted you immediately.
he wasn’t expecting an answer that second, he specifically didn’t want to call so that he didn’t wake you up
the text notification still woke you up.
you had different text tones for the guys, and the only reason you could think for leo to be texting you at one flippin’ a.m. was for there to be some emergency
knowing your boyfriend’s chosen name, needless to say, was a much better alternative to last week’s “oh my god (y/n) i think mikey broke his arm”
leo’s bad dysphoria days seem pretty few and far between to an outsider
what’s really happening is that his mind is usually too occupied with everything else that he’ll just shove it down until it just overflows, usually about every couple months
when he’s having a bad dysphoria day, sometimes he just wants to vent about it.
everything that marks him as different - his voice, his build, just everything - he’s tired of it, and he want to talk about it sometimes.
on other days, he might just want you to comfort him, however you go about doing that.
hugs are always welcome.
his periods are an absolute nightmare.
i mean, periods just suck in general, especially when you’re a transman.
when he texts you about it, grab some chocolate and some painkillers as an offering and get ready to watch space heroes for a while.
of course, donnie already has copious amounts of painkillers stored for any situation, but it’s the thought that counts.
Okay okay hear me out- Rise!Donnie with a S/O (or friend, whichever you prefer-) who has anxiety tics-
Like they could both just be chilling in the lab and then Donnie just hears a pop sound followed by them swearing or something? I get them and they are quite annoying- one of my favorite tics, tho, is when I say “he’s gay!” (If you want to use that one👀) I can hold them in but it just makes them louder and I have more of them if I hold them in-
Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable in anyway!! I have not really seen people write for stuff like this and I really like your content! Have a good rest of your day/night/life wherever you are!! <3 /p feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable!!
Donnie w/ S/O with Anxiety Tics
rise!donnie x gn!reader
summary: exactly what it says on the tin, really
word count: 332
a/n: hi, thanks so much for requesting!! i got a few requests of this nature in my inbox, so i’d just like to state, things like this aren’t going to make me uncomfortable! i hope you know that you’re all amazing!
sorry if i’ve gotten any specifics wrong, please do correct me! have a wonderful day!
[gif to be added when tumblr stops glitching?? is tumblr glitching for anyone else???]
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when he first picked up on it, he didn’t really need an explanation.
he already knew what tics were, and he didn’t see any real point in potentially making you uncomfortable by asking
so, if you ever do want to explain details, you’re either going to have to bring it up yourself or wait until it’s relevant
just know, he might not express his feelings a lot, but he tries his best
he doesn’t mind. if you’re ever worried that it’s getting on his nerves, just know he has a list of everything that annoys him in order of most to least annoying, and you and your tics are nowhere near being on it
(like actually. you’ve seen the list. it’s about twenty-six pages long.)
if you want him to laugh with you at them, he will
but if you don’t, he’s never even gonna think of it
if you’re ever having a bad time with your tics, feel free to come to his lab and try waiting it out
he’s also always willing to listen to you vent if it’s getting especially tiring
usually stops to verify what’s causing the tics if he doesn’t have context, just a little “you okay?”.
if it’s cause of stress or anxiety, he’ll try to help fix the problem, it’s in his nature. just gently let him know you don’t want solutions if that’s the case.
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“He’s gay!”
It was another lazy day in the lair. you were sitting, as you often were, in the lab, watching donnie mess with some whatchamacallit with a lot of wires and such. It was just a random tic, a bit out of nowhere.
“Everything alright?” Donnie’s hand stopped in midair as he paused.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Donnie relaxed and went back to his work, but not before pressing a kiss against your head. You smiled and watched as he fiddled with… had he even explained what this was to you?
