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sinister-things · 1 year

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Yandere ROTTMNT Headcanons

NOTE: I do not support this behavior in real life. This post is made for entertainment purposes ONLY. Everything in this post(and beyond) should always stay fictional. Please seek professional help if you or a loved one are experiencing any of these behaviors.

This post was inspired by @pianocat939 's headcanons

Also ⚠️TW⚠️: Mentions of stalking, murder, kidnapping, manipulation, and body restraints

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Raph

Dependent + Protective

Everytime you visit the lair, he's dragging you to the training room to show you the newest move he learned

He just gets so much comfort when you're around! He feels so warm and safe!

But, overtime, he becomes dependent on your attention. He secretly follows you places without you knowing

Treats you like glass. Is super afraid to hurt you

Which results in babying you to the extreme. Basically deludes himself into believing you can't do anything by yourself

If he needs to go anywhere(like patrol or something) he has one of his brother's watch you

If you ever escape, he's sent into a rampage that not even his brother's can tame

"Hun, where are you? You're freakin' me out!"

Overall, he's very suffocating, but he means well... if locking you away in the sewers is your definition of well

Leo

Manipulative + Dependent

Master of mind games

He won't admit it, but he feels useless

So, to make himself feel better, he makes himself useful... by making you feel helpless

The reason he manipulates is because he want's you to see him as your knight in shining armor

Anything could trigger an obsession. Likely some kind of heart-to-heart interaction

If you're someone who isn't manipulated easily, he will up the ante

I imagine he'd snap if he found out one of your friends had a thing for you

He's 100% killing your friend

Then he's coming to your house to whisk you away

Don't bother trying to hide. He'll find you

"There you are, princess! Don't cry– your knight is here!"

You're his little darling, all vulnerable without him guiding you

Donnie

Obsessive + Controlling

Poor Othello Von Ryan felt that his inventions weren't enough for his family(but he would never admit that)

You asked about one of his inventions and he immediately became an excited little boy on christmas morning

Praise him. Tell him he did a good job. He's weak at the knees

Finally, someone sees his genius!

He rarely shows emotion. But when he's alone, a dark voice drives him mad with horrible thoughts

You're just so precious! You mean the world to him!

Tends to stare. He likes to admire you but would never make eye contact

However, if you resist him, he won't hesitate to punish you

However, he's smart and thinks about aforementioned punishment. He wants to find the best way to break you

He's knows what he's doing is illegal and you don't like it, but he doesn't care

Get's jealous very easily

Either he'll kill those... pests or his tech will

"I don't express my feelings very much, but I love you dearly. You're just too paranoid to see that right now."

Mikey

Delusional + Worshipper

Mikey develops an obsession quite rapidly

You're an angel to him! A goddess even!

Mikey believes that you can do no wrong and that nothing is ever your fault

He memorizes your routine and likes to sit outside your window at night

You just look adorable! So peaceful!

He considers you his "muse"

Pictures of you fill his sketch book and line the walls of his room

He believes that you love him just as much as he loves you

You visit the lair and greet him first? Oh, you little flirt!

You hug him a few seconds longer than you did Leo or Raph? You're dying to touch him as much he does with you!

He believes he is the best choice for you and that no one is worthy of your presence

But, if you try and resist him, he'll just tie you up in his kusari-fundo and cuddle you

Drugs your food if he gets that upset. Only sleeping pills, it's the only thing he has access to

He treats you like you solved world hunger

Oh no, your friend was murdered? How terrible!

You wouldn't blame him, would you?

"You're so pretty, like a goddess!"

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Quinceañera

☾description: Miguel and you plan Gabriella’s quince

☾a/n: my friend sent me a video of fanart about Miguel and Gabriella at her quince and I GOT IDEAS NOT EDITED (i kinda wrote it in a rush so it’s not the best, but i’ll fix it later)

☾song inspiration: Amor Eterno by Rocío Dúrcal

☾warning: none it’s pure fluff

“Miguel did you send out the invitations?!”

“Not yet! Did you book the hair appointment?!”

“Working on it!” You called out as you balanced the phone on your shoulder waiting for the hairstyles to respond back after having you on hold.

Currently, your husband Miguel and you were planning your daughter Gabriella’s quinceañera. There were only four months left before the big event, and everyone in the house was pulling their cards.

Which speaking of the birthday girl, Gabriella came running down the stairs with a crying baby in her hands. “Mom! Othello is hungry again!”

“Hold on mijita I need to finish sewing this last piece on.” You mumbled as you held the needle in between your lips. The horrid elevator music still playing on the phone.

“Princesa can you go get the purple ribbon for me.” Miguel pointed towards the coffee table, gently taking the baby boy into his arms. “Amor did you already pump some leche?”

“Yes it should be in the fridge.” You answered back, the light, purple fabric laid on your lap. Its glittery rhinestones shinned brightly under the light as you stitched up the finale gap in the dress.

“Amor ya no hay leche.” Othello made grabby hands toward the fridge, causing miguel to pull him back before he grabbed the crema for flautas.

“Espérame,” you stood up from the wooden stool handing over the newly finished dress. “Go try this on, and tell me if it comfortable.” You handed your daughter the simple yet puffy dress. “If you need help just tell me.”

Gabriella kissed your cheek muttering a quick thank you before running upstairs to try on her dress.

“Okay,” you turned around to face Miguel. You slid your arm out of the tank top, allowing you click off the strap of your of your bra. “Quien es mi baby precioso de mami,” you tickled othello’s belly making him giggle; his hands scrunched up in the arms excitedly causing Miguel to let out a chuckle.

“You are, yes you are,” gently Miguel placed him in your arms letting you breastfeed him. The soft coo’s of your baby almost made you forget you were still on hold, until faint “hello’s” were heard.

Quickly your husband grabbed the phone, explaining how you were feeding the baby and when the party would be. You tried to hide your laugh as Miguel tried to understand what type of cosmetic terms they were talking about.

“Gracias…. igualmente adiós.” He hung up the phone placing it down on the table. “I have no idea what any of them were talking about.” Miguel huffed out as he placed his hands on his waist.

“Neither did I, can you pass me the toalla please?” Miguel did as told without hesitation placing a soft, yellow toalla over your shoulder.

“We should have another one.”Miguel commented causing you to start coughing on air. Othello tiny fist slapped your chest, trying to tell you to stop moving so much.

“Absolutely not,” you stated firmly, “I don’t think my body can take pushing out another baby.”

“It was just a thought.” Miguel mumbled making you laugh at how kid like he was acting.

You were just about to respond when your daughter yelled out “INTRODUCING LA PRINCESA DE NUEVA YORK, GABRIELLA O’HARA!” And just like that, both you and Miguel turned to see your daughter walk down the stairs in her dress.

She glowed under the lights as she held up the purple fabric in her hands. Gabriella placed the tiara on as well, only causing more tears to fall from your face.

“Guys you promised you weren’t going to cry.” Gabriella giggled as she saw her parents tear up just at the sight of her in the dress. She couldn’t wait to see how you both would react to the full glammed up look.

“You just look so beautiful mijita.” Miguel sniffled as he saw his once little girl finally reach the bottom step of the stairway. “I didn’t imagine time would go this fast.”

“First of all, I did an excellent job on the dress, osea me aventé.”

“Ama,” Gabriella laughed trying to brush off her now teary eyes. It just made her emotional seeing how her parents reacted to the outfit. She was growing up to be a beautiful, radiant, intelligent woman, and they missed the little girl who would ask them to tie her shoes before every soccer game.

“I know sorry, you just look so stunning in your dress mamas and so grown up.” You wiped away the tears before they could fall on to Othello’s face.

“I’m still you guy’s little girl.” She said with a smile reaching out for a group hug. Miguel picked up Othello wiping away the milk from his face and then placing him on his shoulder for a burping. You turned around to place you straps back on before heading towards the rest of the family.

Tears still fell from everyone’s faces, but the once beautiful sad moment was turned into pure laughter after a tiny burp was let out.

I might just start writing more one shots just in spanish

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara #gabriella o’hara #quinceanera #spiderman across the spiderverse #i’m in love with him #happy ending #miguel o’hara x you

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raph-reign17 · 4 months

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🌹Masterpost🌹

Hello!! Raphael Hamato! But usually I go by Raph, which is what my brothers, and April call me. Orrrr there's pops, who just calls me 'Red'.

Raph's Family :

Donnie - @donvonryan (One day Raph is going to achieve banning him from the coffee machine.)

Leo - @leontheluxuriousone (Don't listen to him when he says he's handsome, that's just his ego talking.)

Mikey - @mikey-the-mischevious (pls don't give him guns, Raph begs you)

Hiero - @riseleon (little brother no. 4!!)

Pops - @rat-jitsu

Karai - @hamato--karai (GRAM-GRAM!!)

Shelldon - @cyber-b1shop

Future Leo - @ninjas-greatest-weapon (funnier Leo)

Casey Jr. - @hugzfromcaseyjr (future boy)

Future Mike - @marvelousmichelangelo (wait whaaaaa??)

Future Don - @genius-othello (smarter totally)

Future Raph- @b1g-raph1e (woahh...)

Friends & close friends :

April - @aprilthefiercequeen (Best friend you could ask for!)

Cassandra - @thecassclan (Please stop sending little girls who sell cookies after us)

Paxxton - @pax-man2010 (met in the hidden city!)

Vivi - @mikey-rottmnt (also met in hidden city ^_^)

Usagi - @yokai-nerd (gay for Leo)

Stella - @stella-kessho-reporting-for-duty (:3)

Alex - @smartass-opposum

Rosemary- @rosewater-n-rosemary

Luna - @the-multiverse-jumper

Allies & enemies :

Big Mama - @bigmama10ffical (Scary spider lady that pops dated)

Repo - @repo-maniac (bug guy who owns junkyard??)

Rena - @rena-hoshimi-at-duty

Cerulean - @the-frog-assassin

Kiki - @kikikatherinerosaline

Alternate family :

Lee - @captain-ryans-no1-fan (fellow oldest bro??)

Don - @donniepedia-the-encyclopedia (not as insane sometimes)

Raph - @im-a-turtle-with-anger-issues (angry chihuahua Raph)

Mike - @the-party-dude (yummy pizza choices)

Alternate friends :

Casey Jones - @goongala-hockey-puck (3rd Casey jones??)

Karai - @karaiirl (reminder: not gram gram)

Y'gythba / Mona Lisa - @rokkarokkawaii

Roninverse :

Ronin - @ronin-mikey

Raphael - @0r0ku-k1ller

Mayhem :

Donnie - @donnie-the-weeb

Leo - @ieatdanger4breakfast

Raph - @the-rager-ever

2003 :

Leo - @leos-katanas

!!NOTE!!

(NSFW, T-CEST, PROSHIP, DNI)

((OOC)) Welcome to my Raph RP blog. Please be appropriate, I'm a minor and don't be weirdo or do anything.. gross. Do not interact if your any of the above, I can and will block you. My main account is @amat3ured1t0r if anyone would like to know.

#Raphs masterpost #pinned info

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fizzywashere87 · 16 days

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You'll Always Have Me [and ur money] (HC's)

notes: i'm kinda a dumbass. This was originally requested by @snipersiniora and everything after that is a long story. (the original ask got deleted because of my dumbassery) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING!!! <3 btw this isn't proofread <3

M.List

RotTMNT HC's with a sweet!rich!reader gf who lost her family and only has their turtle bf left

rise! Raph-a-doodle

You're a sweetheart, Raph loves you very much

He cherishes everything you give to him

You thought of him and cared enough to use your money on him?

Every time you see him, you can smell his love stink -yeah it's a thing and i made the rules

You give him (and most likely his brothers) allowances and honestly? They help tons

He does his very best to take care of everything you give him big man is clumsy

He appreciates you soooo much, he's smitten

Raph loves going to your place, it's so nice and it's a great break from underground

I imagine he sleeps over a lot

He's so protective of you, making sure nobody hurts you it's New York, being rich is hazardous iykwim

Raph is pretty dense sometimes, he might miss small details

On this topic, he might not notice when you're clingier than usual, but if you seem extra sad he'll pick up on it

Why're you sad?

If you tell him, he'll let you cry on him, and he'll assure you that you'll always have him

If he finds out by himself, he may have wished you told him but we can't change that anymore can we?

You lost your family, he's going to make sure you'll always have him

He sleeps over a lot more now, and has you sleep at the lair some nights

You're never alone unless you want to be

Raph is always there for you and he always will be and your money keeps supplying

rise! Neon-Leon

Spoiling Leo is extra fun ion know why

You get him stupid little gifts or they could be designer clothing

ion know

He's extremely protective of you and insists on walking/portalling you to and from wherever

He loves how sweet you are and he cherishes you

He'll make gold digger jokes which obviously he doesn't mean whatsoever bitch.

He expresses his gratitude for your gifts, allowances, and everything spice and nice :)

When you spoil him, he spoils you in hugs, kisses, and cuddles! :D

He's such a silly bitch boy!

Leo's also one to sleep over at your place a lot preferably sleeping in your bed because he's a little shit

He spends your allowances on stupid shit btw, but he finds them useful "Leo why tf did you buy this?" *a rubber duck that's blue* "It matches my charismatic personality!"

Leo picks up on things fairly quickly so he can figure out pretty quickly if something was ever off one day

On this topic, he notices when you're clingier, and when you seem extra sad

He'll confront you about it but whether you tell him or not is your choice

If you choose to tell him he's going to hold you in his arms and let you cry it out

He is also one to never let you be alone, no matter what he's doing he's going to find a way to keep you by him

He'll make sure you know that you'll always have him and you can always fall on him.

He'll make jokes to try and make you less sad

Anything you need he's got it for you

Will let you talk about your family if that's what you need -he'll nod along and comment when needed to show you he's listening

If he finds out he's also one to wish you would've told him

He's not mad at you but he doesn't want you keeping allat inside

Leo loves you so much and he'll make sure you know that you'll always have him and your money

rise! Othello Von Ryan

okay

You have cash, he does expensive things

Maybe you could ahhh

Help a guy out??

You supply him with expensive parts for his tech

Buy him purple jackets that aren't hijacked please he needs a lil extra help with that btw

Spoil him, buy him certain things he needs for his lab, the equipment has never looked shinier without your help

If you do this, Donatello's forever grateful, he'll probably do a happy dance

He's also very protective of you, though I wouldn't say he's SO protective

He'll make sure you get home safe, and he probably has your location -not to be creepy or anything, he just has it

Likes hanging out with you at your place but I honestly see him as someone wanting to stay at his place

He does appreciate how nice it is though, and how it's a good break from the sewers

He loves your sweetness, though he'll never admit it bad boy persona my left ass cheek

He definitely makes you little trinkets or a piece of tech to make your life easier

It's his way of giving back

Donnie is emotionally constipated but he's observant

He notices when something's wrong even if he doesn't know how to go about it

He'll keep an eye on you, and he might confront you about it

If you choose to tell him, he'll get you everything you need and he'll attempt to comfort you

If you need company? You got it.

He'll give you cuddles too because he doesn't mind touch from you he's probably touchstarved anyways

He'll keep you in his lab so you don't have to be alone

Donnie doesn't really know how to give you verbal reassurance without being awkward but he shows it

If he finds out, he won't be mad at you for not saying anything, and he'll pretty much do anything you want you're his sweet bby

You can sleep easy knowing he's not going anywhere neither is your money pooks

rise! Magic Mike

OMGIE PLEASE SPOIL HIM

Buy him random shit honestly he'll cherish it

God forbid anything happen to anything you've ever bought him "This is a job for Dr. Delicate Touch!" "Mikey no!"

He's big on keeping you safe, but I don't see him as the type to go to EXTREMES unless he feels like he has to for your safety

He is always one call away ofc

Stoppp he always sleeps at your place

He says it's so nice and cozy aww bby <333

Buy him art supplies and he'll draw you :0

Your sweetness makes him extra sweet tbh

Cuddles are all the time because he loves you and your money

When you give him gifts he gives you art and makes you foodddd

You buy random shit that made you think about him

Grocery shopping for him too LMAO

Mikey maybe lack observance but his emotional intelligence is higher than yours I can tell you that with a bucket on my head while shit comes out of the sky

He's going to notice if your rich little self is sadder than sad

Of course he's going to ask about it he wants to know why you're sad!

If you choose to tell him, he'll listen to every word you say

As distracted as he gets Mikey's an active listener when it comes to you

His heart breaks for you and he wants to take you everywhere now

He's going to let you cry on him, cuddle, and even sleep gah dam

Yeah, he gives you reassurance

He's not going anywhere and he's going to make sure you know

You're not allowed to be alone anymore if he can help it

He loves you soooo much!!

If he finds out himself, he's going to talk to you about why you should have maybe said something

It's fine if you didn't want to though but he'd rather you communicate your feelings

Mikey's probably the best at comfort out of all of them he's a little shit with therapists as alter egos tf?

They're all cuties but i think he might be the cutest in this situation

You both are lil cinnamon rolls, so cute <3 I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!

#fizzy tried #fizzyusedabraincell #sending love ❤️#tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #x reader #yayyyyy

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kindlythevoid · 4 months

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Jason Todd’s Reading List

(bc I got tricked deceived shown a comic list of his best appearances instead of the classics that this boy would be reading)

(And then I got carried away so now it’s organized by phase)

(Enjoy and feel free to add as I haven’t read his comics nor a ton of classics~)

Jason’s Reading List:

(this is what I imagine he read as a child; books that Sheila read to him, or if he spent time in the library during story time or checked out books; pre-Robin days)

The Secret Garden

The Three Musketeers

The Wizard of Oz

Alice in Wonderland

Sherlock Holmes

Jason Todd-Wayne’s Reading List:

(so this isn’t quite what I imagine him reading for fun as Robin, so much as what I imagine he read during his school years as Bruce Wayne’s adopted son; books that he may not have picked up on his own otherwise)

To Kill a Mockingbird

Of Mice and Men

The Great Gatsby

Old Man and The Sea

Great Expectations

The Scarlett Letter

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Tempest

Anthony and Cleopatra

The Odyssey

Gulliver’s Travels

Doctor Faustus

Robin’s Reading List:

(these are books that he definitely read in his free time, absolutely found in the Wayne Library and you cannot convince me that he and Alfred didn’t/don’t have a little book club)

Pride and Prejudice

Emma

Sense and Sensibility

Persuasion

Northanger Abbey

Mansfield Park

Jane Eyre

Romeo and Juliet

Much Ado About Nothing

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Henry V

Richard III

Red Hood’s Reading List:

(as if this man would give up his reading habit; however it is now with 250% more angst, death/revival/ghost references, and family/betrayal-related jabs)

Wuthering Heights

Frankenstein

Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The Count of Monte Cristo

Hamlet

Macbeth

Othello

King Lear

Caesar

Moby Dick

The Iliad

Catch-22

1984

Crime and Punishment

Anyway there you go!! Feel free to add or reject any of books!! And special thanks to @animal-123-crazy who mentioned wanting to see this once (1) which gave me the courage to make this!!

#just yelling into the void #dc comics #dc #jason todd #reading list #jason todd’s reading list #Lowkey felt so betrayed when I realized I wasn’t getting a list of Jason’s favorite books #So yeah here I am six months later #Frantically looking up classic books #Trying to remember the few that I’ve read myself #If anyone has any good ones feel free to add!!#Also I am not saying that he only read those books during those phases #The books can definitely carry over #I’m just saying those are the focuses of that phase #Also it’s two am when I made this so enjoyyy~~#batfam #batman #alfred pennyworth #can’t believe I almost forgot him smh

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justforbooks · 7 months

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The word “great” is somewhat promiscuously applied to actors. But it was undoubtedly deserved by Sir Michael Gambon, who has died aged 82 after suffering from pneumonia.

He had weight, presence, authority, vocal power and a chameleon-like ability to reinvent himself from one role to another. He was a natural for heavyweight classic roles such as Lear and Othello. But what was truly remarkable was Gambon’s interpretative skill in the work of the best contemporary dramatists, including Harold Pinter, Alan Ayckbourn, David Hare, Caryl Churchill and Simon Gray.

Although he was a fine TV and film actor – and forever identified in the popular imagination with Professor Albus Dumbledore in the Harry Potter franchise – the stage was his natural territory. It is also no accident that, in his private life, Gambon was an expert on, and assiduous collector of, machine tools and firearms for, as Peter Hall once said: “Fate gave him genius but he uses it as a craftsman.”

Off-stage, he was also a larger-than-life figure and a superb raconteur: a kind of green-room Falstaff. I have fond memories of an evening in a Turin restaurant in March 2006 on the eve of Pinter’s acceptance of the European Theatre prize. Gambon kept the table in a constant roar, not least with his oft-told tale of auditioning for Laurence Olivier as a young actor in 1963 and cheekily choosing to do a speech from Richard III; but the next night Gambon gave an explosive rendering of Pinter’s poem American Football that threatened to blow the roof off the Turin theatre.

However, Gambon’s bravura was also mixed with a certain modesty. In the summer of 2008 I met him for tea in London and found him eagerly studying the script of Pinter’s No Man’s Land, in which he was scheduled, several months later, to play Hirst. He told me that he had started work on it so soon because he found it difficult to learn lines at his age.

“Sometimes,” he said, “I sleep with a script under my pillow, or just carry it around in my raincoat pocket, in the hope the lines will rub off on me.” I think he was genuine; but with Gambon, one of life’s great leg-pullers, you were never entirely sure.

Gambon achieved greatness without either the formal training or genetic inheritance that are often considered indispensable.

He was born into a working-class Dublin family that had no artistic background; his mother, Mary (nee Hoare), was a seamstress, and his father, Edward, an engineer. When the family settled in Britain after the second world war, the young Gambon went to St Aloysius school for boys, in Somers Town, central London. On leaving at the age of 15 he signed a five-year apprenticeship with Vickers-Armstrongs, leading to a job as a tool-and-die maker. With his mechanical aptitude, he loved the work. But he also discovered a passion for amateur theatre and, having started by building sets, eventually moved into performing. “I want varoom!” he once said. “I thought, Jesus, this is for me.”

With typical chutzpah, he wrote to the Gate theatre in Dublin, creating a fantasy list of roles that he had played in London, including Marchbanks in Shaw’s Candida; in the end, he made his professional debut there in 1962 as the Second Gentleman in Othello. His best decision, however, on returning to London, was to sign up for an improvisational acting class run by William Gaskill at the Royal Court.

Gaskill was about to join the newly formed National Theatre company at the Old Vic and recommended Gambon for an audition: hence the celebrated story of Gambon’s first encounter with Olivier, which ended with the young actor, in his excess of zeal, banging his hand on a nail in an upstage column and bleeding profusely. Far from being the nail in Gambon’s coffin, this led to a productive four years with the National in which he progressed from walk-ons to substantial roles such as that of Swiss Cheese in Gaskill’s revival of Mother Courage.

On Olivier’s advice, however, Gambon left the National in 1967 to hone and pursue his craft at Birmingham rep – a shrewd move that saw him, at the astonishingly early age of 27, playing his first Othello. He moved on later to the Royal Shakespeare Company, and in 1968 made his first foray into television with the leading role in a BBC adventure series called The Borderers.

However, it was through working on another TV series, The Challengers, that he made a contact that was to transform his career. His fellow actor Eric Thompson was moving into directing, and in 1975 was set to do an Ayckbourn trilogy, The Norman Conquests, at the Greenwich theatre. He cast Gambon, against type, as a dithering vet.

He revealed, for the first time, his shape-shifting gifts; and the sight of him, seated at a dinner table on a preposterously low stool with his head barely visible above the table’s edge, remains one of the great comic images of modern theatre.

This led to a highly productive working relationship with Ayckbourn including key roles in Just Between Ourselves (Queen’s theatre, London, 1977) and Sisterly Feelings (National, 1980).

At the same time, Gambon began an association with Gray by taking over, from Alan Bates, the role of the emotionally detached hero in Otherwise Engaged (Queen’s theatre, 1976).

That was directed by Pinter, for whom in 1978 Gambon created the part of Jerry in Betrayal at the National. It was a production beset by problems, including a strike that threatened to kibosh the first night, but Gambon’s mixture of physical power and emotional delicacy marked him out as a natural Pinter actor. That power, however, manifested itself in the 1980s in a series of performances that staked out Gambon’s claim to greatness.

First, in 1980, came Brecht’s Galileo at the National: a superbly triumphant performance that brought out the toughness, obduracy and ravening intellectual curiosity of Brecht’s hero. It was a measure of his breakthrough that, as Gambon returned to his dressing room after the first night, he found the other actors in the National’s internal courtyard were shouting and roaring their approval. Two years later, Gambon returned to the RSC to play both a monumental King Lear and a ravaged Antony opposite Helen Mirren’s Cleopatra.

But arguably the finest of all of Gambon’s 80s performances was his Eddie Carbone in Arthur Miller’s A View from the Bridge, directed by Ayckbourn at the National (1987). It helped that Gambon actually looked like Miller’s longshoreman-hero: big and barrel-chested with muscular forearms, he was plausibly a man who could work the Brooklyn docks.

Gambon also charted Eddie’s complex inner life through precise physical actions. He stabbed a table angrily with a fork on learning that his niece had got a job, let his eyes roam restlessly over a paper as the niece and the immigrant Rodolpho quietly spooned, and buckled visibly at the knees on realising that a fatal phone-call to the authorities had ensnared two other immigrants. In its power and melancholy, this towering performance justified the sobriquet once applied by Ralph Richardson of “the great Gambon”.

When you consider that the decade also saw Gambon playing the psoriasis-ravaged hero of Dennis Potter’s TV series The Singing Detective (1986), you realise his virtuosity and range.

And that became even clearer in 1990 when he played the mild-mannered hero of Ayckbourn’s Man of the Moment (Globe theatre, now Gielgud, London), had another crack at Othello for Ayckbourn in Scarborough and appeared, in 1989, as a romantically fixated espionage agent in Pinter’s TV adaptation of Elizabeth Bowen’s The Heat of the Day: that last performance, alternately sinister and shy, was one of Gambon’s finest for television and deserved a far wider showing.

In later years Gambon successfully balanced his stage career with an amazingly prolific one in film and television. In Hare’s Skylight at the National in 1995 he combined the bulk and weight of a prosperous restaurateur with a feathery lightness – a skipping post-coital dance across the stage with the balletic grace often possessed by heavily built men.

Gambon was equally brilliant as a disgusting, Dickensian, accent-shifting Davies in a revival of Pinter’s The Caretaker (Comedy theatre, 2000), as a perplexed bull of a father in Churchill’s A Number (Royal Court, 2002), as a Lear-like Hamm in Beckett’s Endgame (Albery, 2004) and as a brooding, alcoholic Hirst in Pinter’s No Man’s Land (Duke of York’s, 2008). Even if Gambon’s Falstaff in a 2005 National Theatre production of Henry IV Parts One and Two did not quite match expectations, his work for the theatre revealed an ability to combine volcanic power with psychological depth and physical delicacy.

Ill health and increasing memory problems forced him to retire from stage acting in 2015, but not before he had given memorable performances in two Beckett plays: Krapp’s Last Tape (Duchess, 2010) and All That Fall (Jermyn Street theatre, 2012), where he played, opposite Eileen Atkins, the sightless but stentorian Mr Rooney.

He also continued to work in television and film for as long as possible. He belied the whole notion of the small screen by giving large-scale performances as the black sheep of a big family in Stephen Poliakoff’s Perfect Strangers (2001) and as a reclusive plutocrat in the same writer’s Joe’s Palace (2007).

He was nominated for awards for his performances as Lyndon Johnson in an American TV movie, Path to War (2002), and as Mr Woodhouse in a BBC version of Jane Austen’s Emma (2009). Later TV series included The Casual Vacancy (2015), Fearless (2017) and Little Women (2017).

In film, he had a rich and varied career that ranged from the violent hero of Peter Greenaway’s The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (1989), to a heavyweight mafia boss in Mobsters (1991), the aged Lord Marchmain in Brideshead Revisited (2008), a cantankerous old director in Dustin Hoffman’s Quartet (2012) and the bearded Hogwarts headteacher (whom he privately referred to as “Dumblebore”) in six of the eight Harry Potter films, taking over the role for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) following the death of Richard Harris.

He also provided the narration for the Coen brothers’ Hail, Caesar! (2016) and voiceovers for the two Paddington films (2014 and 2017).

But Gambon brought to everything he did, in life as well as art, enormous gusto, a sense of mischief and a concern with precision: he was almost as happy restoring old firearms as he was working on a new role.

In 1992 he was appointed CBE, and six years later was knighted.

He married Anne Miller in 1962, and they had a son, Fergus. From a subsequent relationship with Philippa Hart, whom he met on the set of Gosford Park, he had two sons, Michael and William.

He is survived by Anne and his three sons.

🔔 Michael Gambon, actor, born 19 October 1940; died 27 September 2023

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#just for books #Michael Gambon #in memoriam

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crymeariveronceagain · 1 year

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hey have you ever considered the vackers and envy

there's no way that the vacker kids aren't envious of each other. there's no way in hell.

Like, a household with such rigid requirements of what it means to be a "good" kid? With perfect kids and perfect parents, all vying for affection that's probably limited? Even the best parents can accidentally bestow improper affection on their kids, giving one too much and another too little. There's no way that Fitz and Biana don't stare at each other with longing and malice, glittering in the wings, wanting what the other has.

There's no way Biana doesn't see Fitz as this unattainable goal, this person who is her equal but whose place she can never reach, whose side she can never stand by, because he's Alden Vacker's perfect son. He's the golden boy. Their father will always love him far more than he will ever love her. The world will always love Fitz more. How can Biana ever be satisfied when all the world will ever see is Fitz, over and over again, when all her father will ever see is Fitz, when she's stuck in the shadows, waiting for the moment it actually matters and counts and means that her father's proud of her, too.

There's no way that Fitz doesn't see the way his mom's eyes light up when they look at Biana. There's no way he doesn't see the glitter in her gaze when she looks at the spinning image of her, that she only seems to have cobalt eyes for her daughter. The way Biana doesn't have to ask for gentle hands and soft kisses, for warm hugs and laughter. Fitz has to beg, day in and day out, for the affection his mother bestows on her daughter in a heartbeat, without asking, without needing him at all.

There's no way that Della doesn't see that and smile. Her life is pretty boring. What's she supposed to do with her days? Shop? endlessly? Forever? No. There's gotta be something more fun. There's gotta be some entertainment, some pleasure in life. The house is quiet, the curtains are always too heavy to make the sunshine bright. There are only so many things she can buy, so many dresses to try on, so many parties to throw, so many women to laugh with. At the end of the day, it can get awful boring for a woman with nothing else to do. She could read, but she's read so much. She could write, but she's nothing to say. She could sew, but every design has already been cast. Everything good has already been done. And life, now, for her, is entirely a bore.

Her husband's always had a vice-grip on the life of her son, and she doesn't much care either way. As long as the world is pleased, she's pleased with him.

But Biana? Biana was always her perfect little princess, always so willing to cover up her nasty marks and put on her pretty dresses. She glowed and sparkled under her mother's eye. And it's perfect, and boring. Like everything else in Della's life, like a paper doll for her to dress up and parade about, to bless others' eyes and turn into an eyesore for her own.

Then her eyes narrow, and a look of something deep and gut-wrenching glitters before Della, and the older woman is enthralled.

There's something sinister in her daughter's eyes that she's never seen before. There's something disgusting. Invidious. Looking to take and looking to rip, to claim something unrightfully hers but that she believed ought to rightly have been given. It's deep and it's hollow, echoing up through Biana's gaze like snakes slithering up from the inside of her, eating her eyes and hissing poison.

It's strangely interesting, and deeply intriguing. Della turns and sees... Fitz, with Alden's hand on his shoulder. Quiet pleasure fills her chest, as she sees that the object of her daughter's envy is simply her son. Close and familial quarters with the object of her malice? However will Biana manage? She starts to smile. An Othello all for herself, an Iago prepping her costume for the stage, all to unfold in horrible glory before her gaze. Della could not have imagined a better performance herself.

Fitz glances their way, and she sees a flicker, and for a moment, Della thinks she's seen that same snake-venom look in his eyes.

Something flutters in her stomach, like a startled realization of a plot twist.

Della leans over and kisses her daughter's cheek, gently, whispering loud enough that her son can hear, "Love you, dearest." Biana looks at her, and the envy softens into warmth, hellfire swarming into love.

But Della sees it on Fitz's face, the hellfire in Biana's venomous eyes in his eyes for a moment.

This is no Othello, she thinks, her heart beating faster, a strange sort of pleasure burning in her ears, this is a tragedy of envy, a story not of Cain and Abel, but of Cain and Cain, two bloody murderers, waiting for their chance to strike.

And, I, she thinks, I am the favor of heaven.

All she has to do is give her daughter love, and they'll squabble before her, a bright and glorious act of wrath, malice in front of her, detraction behind closed doors, whispering confrontation that can never be solved.

Nothing can stop envy, she thinks, smiling between her two vicious, violent, flawed, broken, horribly, horribly entertaining children. Nothing can halt it but love.

And what love will these two ever find, if I am the favor of heaven?

And from then on it's an odd spot of joy for her. A little something to come home to, at the end of the day. Alden never notices how Fitz tears Biana down. He's too obtuse for that. But Della sees.

Della never tells Alden that Biana broke the window and blamed Fitz. It doesn't matter, Fitz got punished for it all the same. But Della notices. She thinks about it, sometimes, when she's out with her friends, or out in the shops, and she thinks it's the most fun she's had in years. When people said having kids was a joy, she didn't think they meant like this. Their drama is her drama, and she would eat popcorn in their little theater.

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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years

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includes: Raph, Mikey, Leo, and Donnie hi, felt like writing some Rise! Turtles x reader fluff. Enjoy. ————————————- The big flirt himself LEO :

Honestly he’d flirt with a rock if he thought it was funny enough

but for whatever reason when he flirted with you

It felt different. Like his stomach was twisting

He didn’t know what to do about it

so he flirted even more, even threw in the dad jokes to settle it

but nothing worked

he eventually ran to his beloved twin to ask for help

Donnie just laughed and sent him Raph’s way

but Raph just shrugged and sent him to Mikey

by that point he felt hopeless.

eventually he just gave up and told you about it.

He would never forget how red you got, or how you smiled an nervous and jittery.

he will always complain that he couldn’t get a picture of it. ——————————————— The big softie RAPH :

This guy is so scared at first

physical affection is his main way of communicating feelings… at all.

but to him you just are so soft and delicate compared to him

It makes him nervous

you start to think that he just doesn’t want to touch you like he does with everyone else

he sets that straight real quick

he hugs you like he’s hugging glass and never wants to let go

you don’t hate it but you make sure to let him know you won’t break

From then on he will cuddle and hug you just like everyone else. Just a Little bit more carefully. Just in case.————————————————— The baby boi MIKEY :

He treats you like a best friend

but for some reason he’s a lot more clingy towards you

and that’s saying something

he just constantly wants to spend time with you

doing literally ANYTHING with you makes his day 100 times better

especially when you get all competitive during games, or emotional during movies.

You two are just peas in a pod and spend a lot of time together

yoh almost never fight. You just can’t get mad at him for long

he sees you as a muse

puts you on a pedestal higher than you could ever guess

you never do anything wrong in his eyes

just perfect

and he has made it clear he will fight anyone who doesn’t think the same thing

Even you.

Especially you ————————————————— Othello Von Ryan :

at this point, the only thing that isn’t a competition is your breathing

and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was a competition eventually.

He really just likes knowing he’s the best at everything

its something that makes sure you like him as much as he hopes you do

even though you never fail to assure him about how amazing you think he is

like, ALL the time.

you guys build and talk until late afternoon the next day

and you want to curse him for ruining your sleep schedule

bjt you don’t really care anymore

especially since you get to hang out with him as much as you do

his brothers are confused at the least when you just waltz into his lab unannounced

they kind of started planning your funeral when you did

bur were crying at your feet when you came back out groggy and sleepy

at least they didn’t notice you wearing Donnie’s too-big pajamas.

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moog-rt · 1 year

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ᴄʏʙᴇʀʙᴜʟʟʏ [ʀɪꜱᴇ!ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

PART ONE

Links to parts: one two three four five

Summary:

Fate brought you and that purple-clad turtle together in the form of endless battles of code.You were a purple dragon recruit, and he was your target. He plays your games as you tease him with the slim possibility of victory.

You may just let him win if you are feeling particularly merciful.

Notes:

enemies to lovers (I think?); slow burn; takes place after the movie; reader is a villain

If you’d prefer to read it on Ao3, here’s the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43043685/chapters/108159981#workskin

Otherwise, enjoy!

♡ ♡ ♡

“God, dammit!” Donatello threw himself back into his pimped-out desk chair, hands dragging themselves down his face as he groaned. “How could this happen?” His human friend beside him perked up at his frustrated tone.

“Uh, everything good, D?” April asked, grateful to have a reason to turn her attention away from her biology assignment. You know…that assignment that Donnie was supposed to be helping her with before he got sucked into his computer.

“No, everything is not good. In fact, everything is quite bad!” he began to raise his voice. “It seems that one of our old purple dragon friends decided to hack into my system to get access to some of my blueprints…” Queue an eye twitch of rage. “And they very much succeeded…” He began muttering and laughing to himself. It had all happened almost in an instant. One second, all of his servers were fine, untouched and secure. The next, some black hat hacker had busted right through his firewalls without any warning at all, and just like that, his blueprints were gone…

“Well? What are we waiting for then? Let’s go kick their sorry asses!” April hyped, throwing a fist in the air with a determined grin. Donnie met her enthusiasm, jumping up on his chair and pumping his tech-bo above his head with a maniacal smile.

“Yes! We shall show them what is to come when you attempt to hack Sir Othello Von Ryan!” He began laughing madly, leaping from his chair to start gathering his equipment. Time for things to get physical. April began packing her bag as quickly as she could manage. However, she was stopped in her tracks as she heard her phone go off from a text message, quickly picking it up to check who it was.

“Ah… actually, Donnie, I’m gonna have to put a raincheck on that. One of my classmates wants to meet up to work on that bio assignment I was telling you about.” She threw her backpack over her shoulder and waltzed out, leaving the poor turtle dumbstruck.

“Huh, but what about the—huh?”

♡ ♡ ♡

God, you were good.

You couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across your face. Who could blame you though? You had just broken through the firewall of one of the strongest security systems you’ve had the pleasure of coming in contact with, and boy was it fun. You got to play around with some algorithms you hadn’t had the chance to use yet, and they worked like a charm. On top of that, you were now in possession of some pretty cool blueprints for a variety of tech, from drones, to multitools, to sentient AI…

They were incredible designs.

The person you hacked must be some crazy genius. Their cyber security as solid as they come, and to have the ability to design such complex technology, considering all the knowledge of physics, engineering, and everything in between that was needed to create them… Incredible. Simply incredible.

You picked up your phone, ignoring all the notifications you had received and sending the blueprints over to Kendra. She got back to you almost immediately, sending praise for your quick and efficient work. Your heart swelled with pride. Of course, you already knew that you were fairly skilled when it came to coding and whatnot, but to have someone like Kendra acknowledging your good work felt nice… especially since it was your first assignment as a purple dragon.

Flopping down on your bed with a happy sigh, you decided it was probably best to get started on some of your homework. You scrolled through your contacts to find your lab partner’s name, shooting her a text to see if she’d be down to work on one of your assignments together. She gave you a warning when you were first assigned to each other that her area of expertise lay outside the realms of STEM, to which you offered to help her out to the best of your abilities. You weren’t the biggest bio nerd around, but it was an interesting subject, and you knew enough to be a good tutor to your upperclassman.

She, too, responded with lightning speed, eager to meet up and work together. The two of you agreed to meet at her place, and she promptly sent you her address. It wasn’t too far by transit, so you got your things together before starting your trek over. You let her know when you arrived so she could meet you to let you in. When she greeted you at the entrance to her building, you noticed she was breathing a bit heavily, and there was just a touch of sweat above her eyebrow.

“You good? You seem a bit out of breath, girly,” you said, giving her a gentle nudge with your elbow. She let out a breathy laugh in response.

“Oh, I am fine. Don’t you worry. I just got a little caught up in something, so I had to run a bit to beat you here,” she smiled, waving you off.

“Huh? You should have told me! I would have been totally fine coming later—”

“Nah, girl, seriously, I think you actually saved me from getting caught up in some nonsense tonight,” she chuckled, and unlocked the door to her apartment, allowing you in first.

Her place looked incredibly cozy. It wasn’t too spacious nor too cramped. Décor was strewn about tastefully, and there were fairy lights draped around the perimeter of her living room, creating a welcoming ambiance.

“April, this is such a nice setup,” you beamed.

“Why thank you very much!” She put her hands on her hips with a smile in return. “Now set your stuff down and get comfy. You want something to drink?”

“Water is good. Thank you!” You plopped down on April’s couch, pulling your laptop out of your bag to take a look at the assignment. She soon joined you after handing you the water, and the two of you began working through the problems. Luckily, most of the problems were addressing fairly basic vocabulary and cellular functions, which you could get through easily enough. April got stumped just a couple of times, but you were happy to explain anything she was having trouble understanding.

You eventually found yourselves working on the final question of the problem set. This one proved to be a bit more of a doozy. It was asking about the lipid bilayer that forms the cell wall, but it was more of a problem-solving question rather than just a test of basic knowledge. It even challenged you quite a bit, leaving you stumped for a minute or so. When you finally came to a conclusion, April had come to her own, as well. You both blurted out your solutions at the same time. They were very much not the same.

“Uh… April, I still don’t see how you got that answer…” You scratched behind your ear as you stared at the page of scribbles your classmate had created in an attempt to show you her thought process.

“It’s because the lipids have more kinks in them that the bilayer is more fluid as a whole—” you began to explain, however, she interjected again to argue for her own point. Your little debate went on for several more minutes. Papers filled with diagrams and chicken scratch began covering April’s once tidy floor.

“Okay, you know what?” The spunky girl whirled around to reach for her phone which was about 5 feet away from her. She stretched out way more than you would have thought possible, grabbed the phone, and sprang back into her previous sitting position. “Imma just call my nerd friend real quick.” She smiled at you with gritted teeth, eyes not leaving your form as she aggressively typed on her phone.

It didn’t even ring for a single round before her friend picked up. She immediately put the guy on speaker, not giving him a chance to even get a simple “hello” in as she was already explaining the whole situation at an inhuman speed. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and you both waited, biting at your nails in anticipation.

“So—uh… Yeah, no. Your friend’s answer is pretty much perfect,” the guy stated.

“Ha-HA!” Immediately, you threw your fist into the air in celebration of your academic victory. April slumped with her arms crossed and bottom lip jutted out just slightly.

“This ain’t fair,” she pouted. You giggled leaning over to her phone.

“Thank you, April’s friend,” you sang. Again, it was silent until you heard the quiet sound of his throat being cleared.

“Ah—uh… Yeah, it was—” The poor guy had to take another break to clear his throat before proceeding to speak with a bit more confidence. “It was totally no probles. Sciency stuff is kind of my thing, so if you ever need a tutor—”

“Okay. Donnie? I’m gonna have to stop you right there before you embarrass yourself,” April cut in. She put him off of speaker, but you could still vaguely make out some hollering from his end. “Buh-bye now!”

“He seems like a funny dude,” you chuckled. “Maybe next time we should invite him to the study group. He seems to know his shit.” The other girl sweat-dropped at this and began playing with her fingers.

“Yeah, maybe just over the phone… He’s kinda got this thing…” she trailed off, seemingly trying to think of the right word to use.

“This thing…?” you echoed, urging her to continue explaining. You didn’t actually mind, but now you were curious.

“He’s—uh…”

You waited.

“He’s just really shy!” You stared at her and allowed your head to tip to the side. She was giving you a wide toothy smile, not meeting your eyes as beads of sweat ran down her face. She was clearly desperate for you to be appeased by that excuse. Lucky for her, you were a merciful god and accepted her explanation. Besides, if you really wanted to know, you could easily find out.

Now that you finished your bio assignment, the two of you decided to spend a while longer working on other assignments. April had turned on some chill lyric-less music and brought over a good variety of snacks. You guys worked for a while until there was nothing major left to do, and you lost yourselves in simple chit-chat. It was now fairly late, however, so you decided to finally part ways until your next shared lecture.

Your journey back home was just a bit chillier, but still rather quick. You tapped into your building, jotting in the passcodes where they were needed, and made your way to your bedroom swiftly. Throwing yourself onto your desk chair, you spun around twice before stopping in front of your PC. A nice big warning message that your servers were now under attack greeted you. Your heart skipped a beat, and a wide grin was forcing its way onto your face once again.

Your dear friend was deciding to fight back.

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Okay so I like really like your writing style and I would like to make a request!!

Can we see the boys with a reader that had drastic changes in temperature really easily? Like one second they’re burning alive and then the next their bundled in blankets.

Thank you in advance if you write this!!!

-👻

As someone who lives in a place where it's winter literally 7-8 whole months, I totally do not get this *cue awkward smile*. So most of the stuff written here is geared towards winter.

I split this into parts because I felt there can be both platonic and romantic reactions to this.

The Turtles with a Temperature Vulnerable MC

(There isn't much of a difference between romantic and platonic for Mikey + Raph. It's more for Leo and D'Nello)

Raph

- Platonic

Sorry guys I have to go back to his trauma again.

He worries a lot. It's obvious considering his Eldest Child Syndrome™

So much so that he carries around a bag filled with jackets/layers, ice packs, fans: and all that stuff when you guys leave either of your homes.

He tries to keep the temperature indoors as mild as possible, but it can get hard during the summer and winter months (winter especially 'cuz he's a reptile).

Will ask if you want hugs whenever you're cold. He may be a reptile, but I think he retains some warm-blooded traits from Splinter.

Learns how drinks are a great way to regulate temperature and asks Mikey to teach him how to make delicious beverages.

During winter he doesn't let you out until you have a coat and a light jacket on (trust me you get hot in winter coats really fucking easy).

"Nope. Not letting you out until you have them layers on."

Worried parent 1000%

- Romantic

Not too different from platonic, just more prone to be touchy.

Holds your hand(s) and cuddles if you if you're cold. And also because he's a cuddlebug.

He gets really pouty if you have to separate because you're too hot.

"If I were to cover myself in ice packs will you cuddle me?"

Leo

- Platonic

He will laugh whenever you have to change your surroundings/position because of temperature issues.

He might try to piss you off by stealing all the blankets or turning the heater/cooler to insane settings.

"Um, excuse me, I need all of these."

If he feels nice, on some days he'll hand you the things you need directly; might even teleport steal extra machinery for you.

Honestly, I think he would relate to your problem, but be the biggest drama queen about it. Like complaining extremely loudly.

Flaunts the number of blankets he has.

- Romantic

Is less snarky, but can be a little bug sometimes.

I think if we're speaking in a romantic sense he's more likely to expose his true feelings/intentions. I know it's not explicitly stated within the canon series/movie but based on my own interpretation I think he doesn't like exposing his feelings unless he really trusts that person.

So he'll express worry in a more intimate way.

He won't be all mama bear like Raph but does show some concern. He'll ask if you're alright and if you need he'll bring it right to you.

As I said before I do think he has a similar problem so he'll suggest you guys share a blanket or something to conserve as much heat.

"As soon as you get out I'm not letting you back in. This is my heat reserve."

Othello Von Ryan

- Platonic

Out of the three has the best assistance for temperature regulation.

He can easily construct a device that changes surrounding heat based on blood and heartbeat regulation.

He's iffy when it comes to helping you out that isn't biology or just in general science related. It's not that he doesn't understand it, he finds it inefficient that's all.

"Why waste time doing things that could maybe help when you know that the studies of science are more credible?"

No touch. Maybe robot arms with heating, but no actual touchy.

It's hot? Don't worry he got his beautiful ice maker in his battle shell.

He does not stand for complaining. Just tell him you're uncomfortable and he can fix it.

- Romantic

In a romantic sense, I think he's more likely to try to help in a non-scientific way. Again, it's not his preferred method but it can also be a data-collecting experience for him.

He'll ask more questions, trying to understand your individual biology.

"Is there a certain time interval when you feel you're personal comfort change?"

He really doesn't like it but if you need it very badly then he might give you a stiff hug or two. Awkward back pat gang

If you spend time in the lab with him then he'll make sure the environment is to your liking.

Asks Sheldon to watch over you if he's not able to be there at the moment.

I totally see him as a trench coat guy. Gifts you a matching one.

Mikey Wazowski

- Platonic + Romantic

Quite similar to Raph but has some distinct traits.

Will go overboard with everything because he's not entirely sure what you exactly need. Ex. 4-5 blankets or more than enough electric fans

Found frozen foods and used them in replace of ice packs once.

"I'm gonna find who stole them all because I am disgusted at myself right now!"

Uses his culinary skills as an advantage. Is it 3 star Michelin course shit? Indeed it is.

"I present to you my Ganache hot chocolate~"

He absolutely loves physical touch so keep that in mind. You'll have to pry him off you if you get hot though.

Donnie has to teach him how the thermostat works (it's not hard, he's just never used it before).

If you're ever under a blanket he'll try jumping on you.

(Sorry Mikey's is short I'm pulling all my brain cells trying to think of any possible ways)

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I tried. I really tried.

Also, I don't ever want to call Mikey "Mikey" ever again. He's "Mikey Wazowski" now.

- Celina

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #mikey #raph #Leo #Donnie #Tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Tmnt x reader

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You’re not in the competition but you’re getting flowers anyways

Tello, aka Donatello, Donnie, DonTron, and Othello Von Ryan, was just going to take one look. Just one. They already figured out the coordinates back to his universe. As to be expected with the four of them.

He perked his head through the portal. “Woahhh~!”

In the weird subspace of the competition. Alternate versions of him and his brothers were everywhere. Including what looked like older counterparts. It was mind boggling and it made Tell’s brain run wild.

There were however some turtles he didn’t recognize. But upon closer inspection, he found that he actually did. Maybe the others wouldn’t stand out too much here. Maybe they could all dress up. But then again, he was the best dressed out of any of them.

Yes~. He would be dressed in a fine suite, or maybe go with his more ‘bad boy’ look. Maybe something new. Though however, it looked like he’d have to wait next competition.

A little voice perked up. “Hello!” Tello, startled look down. “You’re not in the competition.” They stated it. Like they knew. They were a small, dark green turtle. One he definitely didn’t recognize.

“…Ugh no.”

“Well! You’re getting flowers anyway!” She was holding glowing flowers. Red, blue, orange and purple. Their colors.

“Oh.” Battle shell arms grabbed the flowers, Tello putting them in a vase his armor also pulled out.

“Thank you.” He was definitely intrigued. As a lover of botany he was captivated by the multi-color bioluminescence.

“By any chance do you have three more batches? 16 total? To be precise.”

Her eyes widened, but she grinned, “Uh-huh!” pulling out more flowers from nowhere. Probably hammer space.

He took those too. “Thank you.”

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Get to Know Your Tav

Tagged by @tavsboots MWAH THEY'VE SEEN EVERYTHING Y'ALL!! (original post by @sporeservant)

I would do Othello since he's my favorite baby boy but I haven't introduced Lance much so!

Lance Winterbourne (he/him) | Human | Knowledge Cleric of Lathander

What is your Tav’s…

favorite weapon: Sword & shield style of combat: The healer, the backup! most prized possession: His eye, it is Lathander's (lore-wise) heheh. But in seriousness, probably his crown since it was also given to him by Lathander. deepest desire: To prove himself worthy, even when his god has already said he has guilty pleasure: Chocolate, the guy loves it best-kept secret: He sneaks out of prayer-time to fool around with Aradin greatest strength: Definitely his heart, he shows love and light whenever he can fatal flaw: He can be a tad bit self-righteous favorite smell: Burning incense, reminds him of being in his clergy favorite spell or cantrip: Speak with animals. He was taught by a druid and he does it whenever he can because he fuckin loves animals pet peeve: Cockiness. bad habit: Tends to overexplain and overcorrect things hidden talent: He can play the lute AND the flute leisure activity: Stargazing favorite drink: Red Wine comfort food: Cookies, reminds him of his dads favorite person: Aradin, or his dads, or his sister.... thats a toughie favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Platonic, he loves a good squeezey hug, romantic: forehead kisses. He loves giving and receiving forehead kisses fondest childhood memory: His dads passing their sword down to him on his 16th birthday. He always looked up to them and it felt like the biggest honor in the world. tagging @lucy-stillman @galvus @mercymaker @hotnerdywizard @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep ERRR I CANT THINK OF ANYONE ELSE! DON'T FEEL PRESSURED!!

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magicalara · 1 year

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Grelle is touch-starved and just wants the comfort she was never given. She’d settle for almost any kind of attention, even if it’s Will being a dick to her in canon. She may brush off how he treats her and continue to tease him, but she feels that’s all she can get out of him.

Anon. Anon. ANON!

I'm in love with you. /p

You sent me Grelle headcanon completely unprompted this is the best thing ever. Okay my thoughts yes I can't fuck this up

Yes 100% I agree with you. She loves him because of the vague idea that maybe someday he'll love her back. William, the guy she's been after for decades, is a dick, but he almost entertains the idea just enough to give her a sense of false hope to keep her going. It's one of the reasons I don't like canon Will

What I mean by this is he has all the power to get her out if he so wanted, and from how he speaks, he wants to do it. But he doesn't. I think a big part of that is him being an insecure little boy who likes the fact that he has someone who is after him. He gets a kick out of leading her on, in a way. William just likes the fact that is, at any moment, he were to tell her that he too likes her back, she'd drop everything to go to him. He likes having that power over her. And the sad part is, she knows it too.

Grelle knows that he's holding himself over her head. She's a smart bitch, Grelle isn't dumb enough to not know what's going on. The point is, like you said, anon, she doesn't care because she's stuck in it. He's probably one of the only people who's given her a smidge of the affection she craves in the way she craves it. Yes, Ronald is there in the background, but there is no way in hell that she's seeing him as anything more than a brother. Yes, Othello is also kinda there, but they're just so much better as friends and I see them as he being a guide for her almost.; someone who watches after her, not pursues her.

But Grelle is love-starved. She wants it, craves it, even. And thus far, William has been the consistent source. Even after borderline disappearing for three years with Madame Red, he still allows them to slip back into that comfortable back and forth will they-won't they where it's obvious they won't no matter how much she wills it to be.

To make a long story short, Grelle should just forget about William and come date me. I'm funny, I like to cuddle, and I like to take long walks on the beach; I'm basically perfect /j

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