#flaux-pg

[alintric]

🎵 ?? and 💕?? :D

🎵 best song: incomplete! it’s such a nice song with a really sweet message

💕 most heartwarming scene: probably not the most heartwarming one, but at the end of LNTAO when roman and logan make up and realize they both value each other and what they contribute to thomas’ life? good stuff 🥰

sanders sides ask game!

[zivazivc]

Hi ya there! Happy birthday girl, I hope you have a great day!! :D

Ahhh!! <3 Thank you very much! My day’s slowly coming to an end already but I had a great birthday. Lot’s of fun and good food. :D

[starfiretheninja]

for the fic meme.. Better Late than Never? :)

The story of how Apritello finally confesses their undying love through a series of missed confession opportunities, a near death experience, everyone around them not-so-subtlety trying to pair them up by a) giving them some solid advice and b) shoving the two into situations that could easily turn romantic (”Whoops, I accidentally locked you two in a small room with no way to escape I’ll be back to free you have fun!”), and heartfelt kisses conversations under the moonlight. Slow burn is quite the experience. =D

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Hahahaha can I have some bonding Donnie and Splinter drabble in the Beanverse? :'D

Beanverse takes place in No Use, ahah. Hope you enjoy it, Flaux! 

Delicate footsteps approached to thecenter of the dojo. He turned his head to the left, smiling, “my son.” Hisvoice echoed. “Come in, Donatello.”

He watched his son shyly move histoes inwards, shaking his head. Donnie turned his head away from the dojo,looking at the living room and he turned back to him with a smile. A smile thatSplinter haven’t seen in a long while. Donatello wasn’t one to show off histeeth when smiling, and since the… incident, he was like a new turtle—a newpersonality.

Splinter tried not to think aboutit, his son was okay—great, a little quiet, but he always been. The braindamage changed his son, but that didn’t mean that Splinter loved him less, heactually loved him more.

“Donatello.” Splinter spoke again,catching his son’s attention. The other boys went out on patrol, and Donnie wasn’tallowed out—until… he healed.

Splinter approached to him, steadysteps, quiet ones that if Donnie wasn’t looking at him, he probably wouldn’tnotice his arrival.  “My son.” Splinter placed his hands on his shoulders,they slacked, the skin scarred, but he gave them a squeeze.

“Meditation, it will be good.” Theold rat tried not to go to lengthy with the way he spoke, they’ve acknowledgedthat big words—words Donnie would always use—was something he now didn’tunderstand.

His son, eyes twinkling withobviousness of the damage, shook his head again. He grasped for Splinter’swrist, tugging him to go to the living room. Splinter pulled his hand back,fast.

This time, he grabbed Donnie’s hand,lugging the boy to the dojo. And all Donnie could do was pout.

Splinter sat him down, and he satdown across from Donnie. Brown eyes looked up at his, and Splinter smiled. “Itwill help, my son, I promise.” He sat in a lotus position, and he helped Donnieinto the same position as well.

Don staggered, his hands grippingthe rug.

“Now, Donatello, close your eyes.”Splinter told him, demonstrating as he shut his eyes closed, “and, breathe inand out.” He inhaled, then exhaled, repeatedly. Hoping his son understood andhopefully mimicked him.

He opened his eyes expecting his sonto be sitting in front of him, but he wasn’t there. “Donatello?” Splintercalled, getting up, and he took a step forward to feel a tug on his tail. Heturned his head to see Donnie sitting and pulling his tail.

Splinter whooshed his tail away fromhim. Receiving a laugh from Donnie. “We must meditate, Donatello.” He told him,multiple times, but Donnie’s attention spam was like a two-year-old. Hewouldn’t last long if he even tried.

Donnie got up, rather quick, hishands grasping to Splinter’s and pulled him. Only this time, Splinter allowedhim.

And as Donnie let his hand go, hesat on the couch and pointed to the T.V. Splinter sat down next to him,“television?” He asked, and Donnie nodded. Maybe his son understood more thanhe took credit for. 

Donniegrabbed the remote, giving it to his father. He then grabbed Splinter’s arm andput it over his shell and snuggled himself into a semi-hug. Splinteraffectionally rubbed Donnie’s shell, bringing his son closer, and he turned theT.V. to only show Clifford. Donnie smiled, his arms wrapping over Splinter’storso and half his face buried into his chest and the other half watching thecartoon.

Splinter hadn’t bonded like this,since, forever.

He leaned in, bringing both he andhis son closer. He wondered when it was the last time he has watched T.V. withone of his boys…

 And after nearly an hour, Splinterslowly tried to leave. Television wasn’t something he enjoyed as much, and meditationwas something he liked. Donnie had fallen asleep, but his grip on his fatherwas vice-like. He sat back down, perhaps a little nap on the couch wouldn’t beso bad…

Another hour pass, and his threesons came back from patrol, to find their dad and brother asleep on the couch.Leo grabbed the remote and turned off the T.V., while Raph and Mikey had drapedblankets over them and quietly tip-toed to their bedrooms.

The only sounds left whereSplinter’s almost-silent snores, and Donnie’s soft whistling.

[starfiretheninja]

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dear @starfiretheninja​… NO. (◕‿ ◕✿)

Hello, police? I’d like to report a murderer. Flaux here keeps stabbing my heart.

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NU 'You’re having a nightmare! It’s not real, I’m here!’ you choose the characters. HAHAHA

Mikey’s eyes pry open when ahigh-pitched cry, a way familiar scream, has awoken him.

The youngest slides his arm underDonnie’s bandaged head and with the crook of his elbow, he lifts his head up.“Donnie.” He says delicately, and when Donnie’s arms swing and hits Mike, heforms a firm line on his lips. “You’re having a nightmare, bud! It’s not real,I’m here.”

Mikey presses his forehead againstDonnie’s and Donnie opens his eyes with a gasp to see his youngest brother.“Hey, hey…” Mike whispers, his lips settling to a pout as he cuddles hisbrother with lenient arms.

Mike’s blue, wide eyes, meetsDonnie’s red raw ones. He sniffles, and Mike can feel him shake under him.

“It was a nightmare, buddy, it’sokay. You know you’re okay when the Mikesters here!” He forces a chuckle andshoots a glance to see its two in the morning. Mikey sits him up, and he wipesoff the tears off.

They stare longingly at each other,and even though Donnie can’t speak, Mikey understands everything by his eyes.So much sorrow, and pain shown through the brownish red eyes. And thenightmares, the only reason for why Donnie struggles to sleep, was for Shredder.

After Donnie was released to die,and Mikey could find him, his brother was emotionally and physicallytraumatized. The scars, the brain damage, the hurt in his eyes was everythingthat Mikey needs to see to know that after a month, his brother still wasn’tokay.

And even after all this, Donnie’sable to plaster a grin on his face each morning. Mike wants to know what thenightmares are, to help his brother, to put him to sleep easier, but his brothercouldn’t say a word. He couldn’t speak, not yet anyway…

“Are you okay, Bud? You’re okay,right?” He embraces him in his arms and kisses his head. He wipes the tears,and Donnie softly laughs at the ticklish feeling.

“Come on, you need to sleep.” Hedrapes the blankets over him, and even though he lays back down, he doesn’t letDonnie go.

Donnie buries his face on thepillow, and tugs Mikey’s hand to cradle into his chest. And even when Donnie’sstrong hold on his hand slackens, showing that Donnie has fallen asleep, Mikestill can’t fall back asleep.

Because no nightmare can stop hisolder brother from being okay, even a nightmare he’ll, probably never know what it exactly is. Andthat’s what bugs Mike the most, he can’t help his brother, whereas Donnie wouldalways help him when he was younger…

Mike kisses his dented head one lasttime, forever wishing that he could ward off the nightmares so Donnie can sleeppeacefully at night. But for now, he’ll always stick to his side…

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Casey and Donnie 10. “Please don’t make me socialize.” <3

“Dude, how can you stay cooked up inhere all day?” Casey asks as he exaggerates a groan, and slumps hisshoulders.

“You get used to it.” Don repliesbluntly, and writes something down on the notebook that makes no sensewhatsoever to Casey, because Donnie’s a genius and those words are likeEinstein level.

“Come on D, you should get out ofthe lab for once and watch cartoons with us.” Casey tells him, showing off hisgrin with missing teeth. “It’ll be healthy for you.” He elbows Donnie’sshoulder, and even with the eye roll Donnie gives out, Casey still grins.

“Okay, who sent you here? Youcouldn’t care less what I’m doing. I’m always stored up in here, whendid you started to care?” Donnie asks, looking up with gritted teeth tomeet Casey’s unsatisfied face. His hands went up like he was trying to prove hewas innocent.

“Chill Donnie. Raph sent me here.”Was all Casey could mutter, jabbing his hands into his hoodies pockets. Hishead dips down, avoiding eye contact. “Red is out there too, you know?”

There’s a sullen silence, and Donnieblinks away his glare from Casey. April has only barely started coming backsince she “killed” Donnie, and even the multiple apologies, it’s still awkwardfor them, and Donnie doesn’t really want to confront her… not yet, anyway.

From Donnie’s sudden gruff voice, itsoftens; “please don’t make me socialize.” He replies, and Case starts tounderstand why. They’re like good friends now, he doesn’t wants tomake things even more awkward with him and April, so Casey sits on histable, ignoring Donnie’s soft complaint about nearly spilling his cold coffeeand nods.

“Fine. But you better give me one ofthose energy drinks next to you, and we’re going to fight some Purple Dragons tonight, instead.” Casey tells him, getting excited and all.

Donnie hesitates, but then sighs.“Alright. I guess beating Purple Dragons isn’t technically socializing, huh?You got me there. And plus, I mean it’s better than confronting someone whomolecular scattered you to bits.” Donnie half shrugs, sheepishly giving off agrin.

“Yeahhhh,” Casey says sort ofawkwardly, his hands tapping against the table “we gotta fix that problem.”

“Just, not today, Jones. Not today.”          

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M Team 15. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.” HAVE FUN.

Donnie couldn’t help but bury his face with the palmsof his hands. His groan muffled, and he gazes up to see Raph breaking what hewanted to fix, even more.

“Raph,” Donnie said, lines appearing on his foreheadfrom frustration, and he walks forward to yank the wrench out of his immediateolder brother’s hand.  “That was aperfect example of how not to dothings.” And by thing, he meant toaster, because it was still in dismantlepieces and Raphael willingly came forwardto help, which clearly spelled bad news. He was twisting everything inincorrectly and cluttering up the nails that will be soon useless.

“What the hell, Don.” Raph turned around, and hishands form into fists. “I was being a good brother, and tried helping you outand you do this?” His eyes narrowed,huffing with obvious irritation.

“What you were doing was breaking the toaster evenmore!” Donnie squawks out, kind of awkward, but his hands go up in the airand even with the wrench in his right hand he puts both hands on his head. “Ican do it myself, Raph.” He murmurs, his voice weakening, his hands droppingand shoulders slumping. He could always do it by himself. He has been for years. Don didn’t understand why Raphsuddenly wanted to help, his brother was the muscle not the brains of the team.

“Well, Leo isn’t going to help ya.” Raph mutters and evenwith the hint of anger, Donnie can easily note how Raph’s eyes soften and hestarts to regret being too harsh.

“We always break stuff, and you’re always fixing. Ithought if I helped, you’ll have more time to do things Leo’s forcing you todo. And hey, Leo breaks this toasterlike every month, I just… felt bad.” Raph shrugged like it was no big deal, butto Donnie it was a huge deal. Hedoesn’t remember when he even slept. Not only is he working on the Party Wagonthat’s been partially exploded and torn, but he’s also been working on thingsfor the lair. Because someone always has to break them and it’s meant forDonnie to pick up the broken things and fix it.

 Donnie’s eyes showsudden remorse, and the wrench nearly falls from his lax fingers. “Here.” Afirm line is formed from his lips, and he hands Raphael the wrench. “I canshow you a few things to fix in case if something happens to me.”

Raph turned to Donnie, his lips tugging to a smile. “Theonly thing that’s going to happen to you is being knocked out if you try sassingme once again.” And with that, Raph scoots the chair forward, and waited for Donnie’swords to fix the toaster that Leo has managed to break.