No, I don’t mind if you’re clingy. In fact, cling to me even more. I don’t mind that you’re needy, I want you to need me. I don’t care if you’re anxious, paranoid, or insecure. I’ll do anything to make you feel a bit more at ease.
he would be into someone who is calm, emotionally mature, and genuinely loyal.
he needs someone who can understand that his sense of duty comes before almost everything else without constantly making him feel guilty for it.
he’d like someone confident enough to challenge him but not someone who deliberately provokes him.
physically, I think he’d gravitate toward expressive eyes, a pretty smile, and someone who carries themselves with quiet confidence.
his biggest weakness would be someone who can make him forget he’s supposed to be the responsible one for five minutes.
🎀🩷 Raphael
his type is basically “someone who can handle me.”
he’d be attracted to confidence, attitude and someone who isn’t intimidated by his temper.
if you immediately back down whenever he’s angry, he’d probably become frustrated; if you stand your ground and tell him he’s being an asshole, he’d secretly respect you enormously.
he’d like someone affectionate but not clingy, strong-willed but emotionally soft with him.
physically, I imagine he’d notice a person’s body language first—how they walk, how they look at him, whether they’re comfortable getting close to him.
he’d have a massive weakness for someone who can make him feel safe enough to drop the tough-guy act.
🎀🩷 Donatello
Donnie’s type is intelligent + weird + genuinely interested in him.
he’d absolutely fall for someone who can keep up with his rambling and actually listen when he starts explaining something ridiculously specific.
someone curious, witty, and a little unconventional would completely hook him.
he’d probably develop a crush because someone asked him a really good question and then remembered the answer three weeks later.
physical appearance would matter less to him than that feeling of “holy shit, you actually understand how my brain works.”
🎀🩷 Michelangelo
Mikey would LOVE someone playful.
his ideal person would laugh at his stupid jokes, tease him back, be affectionate, and actually enjoy doing random things with him.
he’d be attracted to warmth more than anything.
someone who can make him feel wanted without making him feel like he has to grow up or become serious all the time.
physically, he’d probably love expressive faces, big smiles, pretty eyes, and someone who’s naturally cuddly.
🕯️ i write best at 2am, in silence, with a candle burning and the ghost of my plot breathing down my neck 🕯️
not to be dramatic but… if the vibes aren’t unhinged and slightly haunted, i literally cannot write.
give me total darkness. the kind that makes your laptop glow like an ancient relic. give me a half-melted candle and a beverage i’ve already forgotten to drink. give me dead silence except for one creaky pipe somewhere deep in the walls. is the house alive? maybe. am i alive? unclear.
at 2am, everything hits different. suddenly the dialogue sounds profound. suddenly i care about the shape of every sentence. suddenly the side character with one line is spiraling about the moral consequences of violence and i’m like. yeah okay go off.
this is when the plot shows up like a sleep paralysis demon. not helpful. just looming. like “are you actually going to resolve that foreshadowing you dropped 40k words ago or should i start whispering again.”
normal brain hours? useless. my daytime brain wants snacks and pinterest and unrelated side quests. my 2am brain? feral. focused. haunted. she’s got blood under her fingernails and thirty tabs open about victorian funeral rites.
writing is a ritual. i’m not even kidding. if you’ve never lit a candle and whispered “please just let me get through this scene” like you’re bargaining with something ancient and unknowable, are you even a writer.
anyway. if you see me online at 2:17am, no you didn’t. i’m communing with my blorbos. i’m making plot decisions i won’t remember in the morning. i’m typing like a woman possessed. and i’m vibing.
here's a little excerpt from my WIP i'm working on. yes it's a romantasy, no it's not cheesy like fourth wing.
