#tnmt raphael

[ghostlykidplaidbanana]

Aha I did the meme

Also there’s this

I can’t believe I drew that expression twice help

[ghostlykidplaidbanana]

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[wasted-and-ready]

So excited about my next fic. Just finished the first draft! "I told you not to follow me," Slash said as he hoisted himself up and onto the rooftop. Raph swallowed and squeezed his hands into fists. His heart hammered in his chest.

"Where are my brothers?" he asked. Slash shook his head. "You promised you'd stop asking about that." He sounded like a disappointed parent.

"You said you would let them go," Raph countered.

[wasted-and-ready]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If You're Going Through Hell Chapter 11

Donnie reached wordlessly for the wet bandages on Raph's side and Raph swatted his hand away without looking at him.

"It's fine," Raph bit out, surprised to hear the venom in his own voice.

Donnie harrumphed and pulled his hand back.

Raph didn't feel the same warmth for Donnie that he had felt earlier. The feeling was gone now. Or buried. He was exhausted. His side burned. The emotions of the past day--frustration, fear, anger, guilt, and worry--were all sounding off in long, sustained notes, coalescing into a screeching sound that rang in his head. He breathed against it, fighting to keep the dam from breaking.

"What happened?" Donnie asked, either ignorant of the clamor or intentionally seeking to unleash it.

Raph closed his eyes and inhaled. "I got cut."