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Imagine Bob Ross painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch. "This little demon cat down here is kinda lonely, let's give him some happy little friends. Little demon cat party."
TRAaP Fanfiction Masterpost
I've been watching/obsessing over a lot of artists on this site through a friend's account and decided it was time to make one of my own so as to be able to gush my love for you lot in my own words. But one does not simply make a tumblr account and not post anything, so here are the links to all my fanfictions thus far.
They're in reverse order (meaning the oldest ones are at the bottom, the latest are at the top). Some are linked here on the site, some are on my fanfiction, and some my Ao3. Hope it's not too confusing.
What You Wish For: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, Epilogue 1, Epilogue 2
Oneshot: Invincible
Oneshot: Blood and Bonds
TMNT Christmas Carols: I. Jingle Bells, II. Santa Clause Comin' to Town, III. I'll Be Home for Christmas, IV. Silent Night
Oneshot: Caught Between a Rock
Oneshot: Heart and Mind
OneShot: Family For the Holidays
Aftermath: I. Mikey, II. Donnie, III. Raph, IV. Splinter
Tortured Souls: Preview, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, Epilogue
Comments/Critiques are always welcome.
End of Line.
-TRAaP
Be careful who you share your fears, insecurities, thoughts and secrets with. Some characters are so damaged, they’ll use anything they have to control and destroy you; then use the excuse of anger to get them off the hook. Just know that if they repeat it, it’s not a mistake, it’s a consistent choice to fuck you over.
Treka L. House
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Aftermath: IV. Splinter
The final bit of this mini series. I'd considered doing ones for April and Casey, but decided I'd done this story to death already and perhaps it was time to move on.
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Splinter ran a hand down Leonardo’s forehead, his own brow furrowing with concern at how warm it felt. He watched his son’s chest rise and fall in halted rhythm, noting how shallow each inhale sounded. Inevitably, his eyes moved to the bandages covering his eldest’s body, holding in a shudder of fear that snaked it’s way through his limbs. The damage that had been done was immense, and given what it took for Donatello to repair it all, Splinter could think of no other word to describe his son’s return than ‘miraculous’. It was a dagger twisting in his heart to think of what had caused such injuries. To think of what pain his son had been in all this time. What pain he was still experiencing. But Splinter reminded himself that such things paled in comparison to the relief of having his children all home. Safe.
Leonardo was alive. The agonizing grief Splinter had experienced these past few weeks could finally begin to repair, and he refused to relinquish such comfort, even in the face of such concerning circumstances.
A stifled moan from his second eldest brought his mind back to the room. Raphael was gripping his shoulder, attempting not to wear the pain on his face. He glanced to his left to see Michelangelo bobbing his head, fighting to stay awake amidst the weariness. And as always, Donatello paced his worry, checking vitals, replacing saline, and doing all he could to ignore the exhaustion his body was throwing at him.
His family may be home, but they were not healed.
A pang of guilt had Splinter straightening his back to hide a grimace. His enemy had done this. His nemesis. Tormented his children to get to him. It was not new, Splinter had seen his sons hurt by Saki’s rage before, but it had never gone this far. It had never hurt them so wholly. Cut them so deep.
Splinter shook his head. Such dismal thoughts were not useful. Guilt would not heal his children. Worry would not take away their pain.
Glancing down again, Splinter placed a gentle hand on his eldest’s cheek, stroking it fondly.
“He’s going to be alright, Sensei.”
Donatello’s voice brought Splinter from the memories that had begun to dance around him. He looked up to his children staring at him with worry in their eyes, and realized he had been wearing his pain on his sleeve. Blinking away the powerful emotions, he offered his sons a tentative smile. “Yes he will.” But he could see the doubt in their eyes.
They could not afford to lose hope. Not when they had come so far.
“There is no need to fear, my sons. Saki’s hate may know no bounds, but it cannot reach us here. Your strength, determination, and will have brought you all home, and it is such qualities that will allow Leonardo to heal.”
The doubt and worry still lingered in their faces, but all three of his children moved closer to place a hand on their elder brother, lending their strength in the only way they could. A pulse of warmth brought a smile to Splinters face as he watched his sons, clinging to each other for comfort and stability. Moments like this reminded him how truly blessed he was to be a part of such a family.
“He didn’t break once.”
Donnie’s tentative voice brought the room’s attention to him. It was the first time he’d spoken since stitching Leo up. “Shredder stared him down every time he came in the room, and Leo never flinched. He was calm and collected and even when we were being taken away one by one, he didn’t lose his head.” Don gripped the blanket near Leo’s legs to steady himself as he spoke, using every ounce of energy to prevent his mind from going back to the memory of how he’d shouted at his older brother. “…He never lost hope. Not once.”
“He was unbreakable, that’s for sure. I don’t think we’d have made it through that first day if he hadn’t been there to keep us calm.”
While Mikey gripped Leonardo’s hand tighter, Splinter watched in surprise as Rapheal turn to him and spoke with a rare gentleness in his tone. “You’d have been proud of him, Sensei. He was a perfect leader.”
Splinter smiled down at his eldest’s closed eyes. It was no surprise his son had acted as he did; Leonardo had always been good at compartmentalization. And his determination and strategy were beyond compare. But such qualities were not what made Splinter proud in that moment. It was the way his three younger children spoke of their leader, the admiration and loyalty in their voices, that made him beam. His sons may not always get along, but in moments like this Splinter could see how much they truly loved each other. And that would be enough for any parent.
“I am proud, Raphael. Of all my children. For you have not only managed to endure the terrors of our enemies, but you have done so together. Events such as this can tear relationships apart with fear and guilt, but you have all drawn closer to each other, finding strength in your bond as a team and a family.” He placed a hand on Raphael’s shell, looking each of his children in the eyes. “And you have come home, and kept an old rat from living a very lonely life. For that, I am forever grateful.”
Aftermath: III. Raph
I very much enjoyed writing this one. I find it so easy to write for the older two siblings than I do Mikey and Donnie.
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They were going to drown.
The thought didn’t frighten Raph in the least. All he could think about—all his panic and fear was focused on—was his younger brothers, locked in their cells across the way, clinging tightly to each other for dear life. They were going to drown, and he’d have to sit there and watch.
Don was first.
He must have known it was coming because the minute the first cough escaped he’d pulled away from Mikey, probably trying to spare the kid from having to hold his own brother as he suffocated.
It was only seconds, agonizing and terrifying, before Don stilled, convulsions ceasing as his eyes closed.
Then Mikey coughed. And Raph’s world fell apart.
He screamed. Out of anger, out of desperation, out of fear. His entire being was tearing apart from the inside out at having to watch his family die in front of him. Now his head was spinning, his vision was blurring, and he felt his lungs on the verge of forcing his brain to take control and breathe.
It was his turn.
Suddenly the room was draining. Raph clawed above the water with whatever strength was left in him, dragging in the largest breath of oxygen he’d ever taken. He looked to the door that had opened, freeing them from their watery graves.
And there stood Leo. His older brother. Littered in minor burns and bleeding from a nasty cut in his arm. He’d fought to free himself from Shredder. Fought to free them from drowning.
Fought and won.
Leo always won.
“Don, do something!”
“He’s lost too much blood! There’s nothing I can—“
“Then take mine!”
“No Raph!” Don turned on his brother, his panic peaking through the calm of his eyes. “You’re still injured. Taking blood now would only—“
“He’s dying, Don!” The room fell into silence, Leo’s shallow and haggard breathing the only sound to be heard. Raph clenched his fists at his side, growling as he continued. “You and I are the only ones compatible with him, and we can’t risk you passing out right now.” Don was silent as he held his brother’s stare. His eyes said he already knew the logic, he just hated the outcome.
“Raph, the risk is too—“
“I don’t give a damn about the risk!” Raph watched as his brother seemed to war over the idea in his head, probably going over every possible thing that could go wrong. Patience had never been Raph’s forte. “I’ll do it myself if I have to, but it won’t be pretty.”
Don looked down to their eldest sibling’s frail body and sighed heavily. “Fine. Sit.” Gathering his meagre supplies as Raph shifted his chair to the other side of the bed, Don hooked his two older brothers to each other, blood flowing from Raph’s right arm into Leo’s left. “You’re going to pass out. You’re body’s not strong enough yet for—“
“I know.” He didn’t care.
They were nearly all on the boat. Shredder was fighting Leo, and as usual, his brother was holding his own. Fighting to keep them all safe. Fighting to get home.
The clock was running down, the doors to the hangar were closing, the complex would explode in a manner of minutes, and his brother still fought. Still remained where he was, keeping Shredder from attacking the three of them who were too weak to hold their own.
And then they drove off. They left him there to fend for himself. To fight for his life.
To fight for their lives.
Alone.
And somehow, Leo survived. Came back.
Won.
Leo always won.
“Don?” Mikey watched as his brother washed his hands, eyes lost and face blank. “What do we do now? Is he gonna be OK?”
It took a moment for Don to answer, his mind still focused on all the blood draining down the sink. “I… I don’t know, Mikey. We can only wait and see.”
Dread bowled over the room, knocking any attempts at conversation from their thoughts. Mikey looked from Don to Leo, fear slowly growing in his features. The silence only made it all worse.
“He’ll be fine.” All eyes turned to Raph as he spoke, his glare focused on the rise and fall of his brother’s chest. “Fearless never quits. He’ll be alright.”
There was something about the confidence in how he said it that made no one object. They wanted it to be true.
Begged it to be.
“Raph,” He could practically feel Leo’s pain as his own. Every word he spoke looked like agony. Yet still he fought. “Raph, keep going.”
“Leo get up!” Raph was scared. But not of the darkness pulling him away, he was scared of Leo leaving. He could see Leo’s heart practically lurch from his chest with desire to help, but whatever held him down was far too powerful.
Then Leo looked at him, actual fear in his eyes. Raph couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen that there before. It chilled his blood. “Don’t quit, Raph.” His brother’s words were almost indiscernible behind Raph’s wall of fear, but he clamoured to hear them. Clung to them. With everything that was in him.
“Find home.” With what looked like the last of his strength, Leo found his brother’s eyes and held them, both knowing it could be the last time they locked.
“Raph…”
“I’m here, Leo.” A hand on Leo’s shoulder, strong and steady, cut through the shadows. The weightlessness disappeared as he felt himself fall back into his body. “We’re home.” Sleep beckoned, but the hand on his shoulder anchored him, granting enough strength for him to hold tight to consciousness.
Raph could see the struggle as his brother attempted to open his eyes. If he hadn’t been so desperate to see Leo awake, he would have told the idiot to rest some more. But their fearless leader had only been conscious a handful of times since his return, and Raph had been passed out for most of them.
He needed to see Leo’s eyes. Make sure he was still here. Still fighting to stay with them.
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” He said as Leo’s lids finally parted.
“Raph.” It sounded more like a sigh of relief than anything else.
The younger turtle gave his brother’s shoulder a slightly tighter squeeze. “Still here.” Leo’s dull eyes wandered weakly across the room and Raph saw the worry already setting in. “April and Casey went to get some more meds, Don and Sensei are talking in the kitchen, and Mikey’s right here.” He stepped aside so Leo could see their baby brother asleep in the chair, his head on Leo’s arm and hand clasped tightly around his brother’s. “Everyone’s safe.” The worry didn’t completely disappear from Leo’s face, but he breathed a shallow sigh of relief. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was so weak, Raph couldn’t hear him. “What?” He asked, bending closer to his brother’s face.
“Are you… alright?”
Raph shook his head, gawking. “Me? For cryin’ out loud, Leo, I ain’t the one lyin’ in bed covered in bandages like a mummy.”
“You… look terrible.”
That earned a slight smirk from the younger turtle. “Yeah, well, you ain’t winnin’ no beauty contests either.”
There was a drawn out pause as Leo closed his eyes to breathe, and Raph couldn’t help the spike in his heartbeat when it took longer than expected for his brother’s chest to rise and fall.
“Your… shoulder…?”
The way Leo’s voice sounded—all weak and strained like he’d been shouting for days on end—made Raph want to force him to shut up. He couldn’t take hearing it. But his worry was outmatched by the comfort of hearing Leo awake. Alive. Not that he’d ever admit it.
“Raph?”
The younger turtle blinked away his worry and rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. I told you it’d take more than that bucket head to bring me down.” His brother seemed to almost smile at that. “Now stop worrying about the rest of the world for a few minutes, shut yer trap and rest. If you don’t get better soon, Mikey’s gonna permanently fuse your hands together.”
Leo’s head lilted to the side, looking to their youngest sibling with his brow furrowed in concern. “How—“ He paused, trying to swallow to wet his throat so it didn’t hurt so much to talk. “How is he?”
“Tired. I don’t think the kid’s used to getting so little sleep.”
Leo nodded to the bandages. “His chest?”
“Healing. Don says he’ll be back to his usual pain-in-the-ass antics in the next few weeks.”
That seemed to settle some more of the worry in Leo’s face. “And Don?”
Raph looked to the door, not sure how honestly he should answer that question. “He’s… fine. Apparently Leatherhead was here last week and fixed him up, but I don’t think he’s been sleepin’ much.”
Leo nodded knowingly, following his brother’s gaze to the door. “Make sure… he eats. Don… forgets about… food… when he’s worried.”
Raph couldn’t take hearing Leo’s voice so weak anymore. “What’d I say about worrying over everyone else? We’re fine, Fearless. Shut up and get some sleep or I’ll knock you out myself.” Leo did as instructed, but the minute he closed his eyes, the shuttering breath he took made Raph want to shake him awake again.
“It was… so… real.”
Raph blinked in confusion. “What?”
“The void.” Raph tensed at the mention. “I saw you… pulled away. I thought…” Leo swallowed thickly again, finding it far more difficult to speak than it should be. “I thought you were…”
“I ain’t.” Raph hated talking about this. “These guys brought me back, same as you.”
Both siblings looked to their youngest brother. Even in sleep there was worry written all over his face. “They’ve… been through a lot.”
“Yeah…” Raph folded his arms across his chest, staring at his baby brother as though he could wipe away the worry by looking hard enough. “Yeah, they have. So make it easier on ‘em and get better already.”
“OK.” Leo blinked, taking a very long time to open his eyes again. “I’ll… do that.”
Falling into silence, Raph noticed his brother stare at Mikey again before looking to the door, unease working it’s way back into his features. Always the worrywart. Raph blew out a long suffering sigh, placing his hand on Leo’s shoulder and staring intently. Adamantly. “Rest, bro. I got them. I promise.”
Another shuttering breath had Leo sighing, the worry draining from his features once more. “I know. You always… keep them… safe.” It was an unexpected compliment that made Raph tense, not sure how to respond. He couldn’t help but stare as his brother looked to him, a fond smile on his face. “Thank you… Raphael.”
Raph stiffened, watching as Leo’s eyes finally closed. His chest felt tight all of a sudden, but he swallowed back the emotions roiling to get out. Such honest adoration from Leo was rare, and Raph hadn’t been ready for it.
Hadn’t realized how much it meant to hear it.
Or how badly he’d want to hear it again.
Forcing his thoughts away, Raph grinned at his older brother. “It’s good to have you back, Fearless.” He only said it because he knew Leo was lost to sleep, but he felt the sentiment deep to his core. Raph wasn’t ready for a world without his older brother, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be.
Ever could be.
Looking back at Mikey and then to the door, Raph considered what Leo had said about Don and food. Now that he thought of it, he couldn’t remember seeing Don eat anything since Leo’s miraculous return. The idiot. He made a mental note. “Figures the genius would be the one to—“
He paused, staring down at his brother. His chest wasn’t moving anymore. “Leo?” Leaning close to listen for breath, Raph heard nothing. He held his fear at bay, placing two fingers to Leo’s carotid and waiting. Waiting.
Nothing.
Raph moved without thought, placing his hands over his brother’s chest and pumping, feeling his own heart rate spike immediately. “DON!!”
The purple masked turtle was there in an instant, his eyes wide as he came upon the scene. No questions were asked, he simply started up his overworked life-support machine, placing the mask over Leo’s beak.
“What happened!?” Mikey cried, eyes brimming with tears at having woken to chaos and fear. Again. Again!
“I have a pulse.” Don announced mechanically, moving Raph aside to assess Leo’s vitals. It was barely thirty seconds before he cursed under his breath, pumping his brother’s chest again.
“Don! What’s going—“
“His heart keeps stopping.” Came Don’s quick reply, not looking away from Leo. “Probably the blood loss from the amputation.”
Raph barely waited for Don to finish, grabbing the needle and tubing before even registering he’d moved.
“I’ll do it.” Don stepped in, grabbing the supplies and sitting Raph right next to Leo.
Mikey watched the blood flow through the tube from Raph into their eldest and clung tightly to their leader’s hand. “Come on, Leo.” Not again. Please not again.
Raph glared at his brother when Don cursed and started CPR once more. “Don’t you dare.” He leaned in close, clasping his brother’s shoulder once again. “I got you too, Leo. And I ain’t lettin’ go.” His grip tightened as fear drowned his heart. “So you sure as hell better not.”
Leo never gave up. “Fight, bro.”
Leo was always fighting for his family. “For us.”
Fighting to keep them safe and together. Whole. “Don’t quit.”
And Leo always won.
“Find home.”
Always.
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Don’t minimize your actions and words to simple mistakes, because you don’t want to face who you really are. At the end of the day, someone is dealing with the pain whether you own it or not.
Treka L. House
Tortured Souls (Avonleya #1) by Melissa K. Roehrich
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Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance • Romantasy • Fae Fantasy • Dark Romance Series: Avonleya Duology, Book 1 Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️/5 (open-door, moderate spice)
Synopsis (Spoiler-Free)
Cethin, the newly crowned King of Avonleya, has one mission: protect his cursed kingdom and uncover the force hunting his people. With enemies closing in and the curse keeping Avonleya isolated, he is willing to become the villain in someone else's story if it means saving his realm.
Kailia never expected saving a king's life would lead to punishment. After a series of unexpected events—including accidentally injuring Cethin—she finds herself forced into a marriage and placed on a throne in a kingdom that is not her own. Together, they must navigate political danger, dark secrets, and a growing connection neither of them can ignore.
Tropes
🖤 Dark romantasy
👑 King × unwilling queen
⚔️ Enemies to lovers
💍 Forced/arranged marriage
🔥 Forced proximity
🐉 Dragons
🧚 Fae fantasy
🌑 Morally gray characters
🛡️ Protective hero
👑 Powerful heroine
🤝 Found family
💔 Trauma and healing
"Touch her and die" energy
Spice Level
🌶️🌶️🌶️/5 — The romance includes open-door scenes, but the story focuses heavily on politics, fantasy world-building, emotional trauma, and character development rather than constant spice.
Content Warnings
Violence and battles
Death and grief
Trauma and emotional abuse
Dark magic
Curses
Threats and danger
Forced marriage themes
Political manipulation
Torture references
Mental health struggles
Overall
Tortured Souls is a dark, emotional romantasy for readers who enjoy morally complicated characters, dangerous kingdoms, and intense relationships. Cethin is the type of hero who carries the weight of an entire kingdom, while Kailia brings strength and unpredictability to a world that tries to control her.
Fans of A Court of Thorns and Roses, The Serpent and the Wings of Night, and From Blood and Ash may enjoy this if they prefer a darker fantasy atmosphere with political intrigue and a powerful romance.
⭐ Best for: Readers who want cursed kingdoms, fae politics, dragons, forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers tension, and a ruthless king with a hidden heart.
