#gender fluid leonardo

[shardkn1ght]

On the night out:

After:

Based on me and my sibling when we go clubbing. Me who drinks a lot. And them who doesn’t drink.

Ah what good times.✨

#don’t worry she’s fine #like me no matter how much Leo drinks she never gets hungover #but that doesn’t mean raph doesn’t tell her off when she dose get drunk #gender fluid leonardo #rottmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #rise fanart #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie

[redpool]

LGBTQ+ Characters in Assassin's Creed

only the characters that are relevant to the story and or we actually spend time with.

Alkibiades - Assassin's Creed Odyssey - Bisexual.

Alkibiades harbored not only a flamboyant attitude but also a rather insatiable libido, frequently engaging in threesomes and even foursomes with men and women together.

Alexios/ Kassandra - Assassin's Creed Odyssey - Bisexual.

It's safe to say they're bi, whether or not you choose to sleep with only men or only women.

Azar - Assassin's Creed Valhalla - Gender Fluid

She adopted a masculine name and mannerism which eventually led to the discovery that she was gender fluid. As per her wish, Azar's friends continued to us feminine pronouns.

Erke Bodilsson & Stowe - Assassin's Creed Valhalla - Gay

They formed a close bond and eventually a romantic relationship. which they hide from the public.

Eric Cooper - Assassin's Creed: Initiates - Transgender

this one is new to me tbh, it also says he's mentioned in the Syndicate database. It says he's Scottish and was in a relationship with someone who was murdered in a discriminatory attack, and after hunting down and killing the group responsible, he considered ending his life but was recruited by an assassin names Gavin Brooks.

Harlan Cunningham - Assassin's Creed Brotherhood - Gay

Tho only his voice is heard (in Brotherhood) his story is greatly expanded in Assassin's Creed: Initiates. During high school he had a promising career in wrestling, but this ended when he was outed. He fled Texas and travelled to Europe, finding solace in the Brotherhood.

Chevalier d'Éon - Assassin's Creed Unity - Transgender

In a time where dressing up was popular, she first dressed as a woman at a costume ball, aided by her build, King Louis XV took notice of her and realized that her appearance of a beautiful woman would make her easy to deploy as a spy. After 49 years of dressing as a man on most occasions, she took to appearing publicly as a woman in 1777, sparking a debate on gender.

Jacob Frye - Assassin's Creed Syndicate - Bisexual

Jeffrey Yohalem (the lead writer for Syndicate) indicated that the team explicitly avoided giving him a female love interest during the main storyline. He also hinted at the idea that Jacob needed to 'figure himself out' after his brief partnership with Maxwell Roth. This led to speculation over his sexuality, which led to the official Assassin's Creed Tumblr account confirming that he is canonically bisexual.

Leonardo da Vinci - Assassin's Creed 2 - Gay

Leonardo appeared to be gay, as this was hinted at several times. When speaking to Ezio in Rome, he mentioned his work on the Mona Lisa, and Ezio warned him not to allow pretty girls to distract him from making the designs he needed. With his arm around him, Leo lightly assured him that women would 'provide little distraction'. Additionally, he was in a relationship with his assistant, Salaì.

Eivor - Assassin's Creed Valhalla - Bisexual

same deal as Alexios & Kassandra

Ned Wynert - Assassin's Creed Syndicate - Transgender

Ned was a transgender businessman from America in London during the 19th century, writers said he was added in the game for representation, really the only acknowledgment of it is a look shared between Jacob & Evie when they first meet. Ned is based on the historical figure of the same name.

#lgbt characters #assassin's creed #assassins creed #assassins creed odyssey #assassin's creed odyssey #alkibiades #alexios #kassandra #azar #erke bodilsson #stowe #assassin's creed valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #eric cooper #harlan cunningham #assassins creed initiates #chevalier d'éon #assassin's creed unity #assassins creed unity #jacob frye #assassin's creed syndicate #assassins creed syndicate #leonardo da vinci #assassins creed 2 #assassin's creed 2 #eivor #ned wynert

[onlygayinthecomics]

I been thinking about my turtle gender+sexuality headcanons (the ones I am reasonably familiar with)

To start, 2003:

Leonardo: I see him as transmasc, most likely coming out in early childhood by simply requesting that his family refer to him as a boy like his brothers, no fanfair. Probably gay, but I can swing bi/panromantic. I like him on the asexual spectrum. He seems most interested in people who can hold their own in a fight, as well as those with some kind of authority. Subby as fuck.

Raphael: Almost stereotypically masculine, you might think Raph is cis, but I see him more as bigender or a transwoman. She is unaware of this, and will never have any kind of egg moment on his own. Needs Donny to literally remind her that Leo transitioned when they were kids. Bi with heavy gay leaning. Wants a partner who can kick his ass.

Donatello: The rare cis turtle, demiromantic or aromantic pan. Sees sex more as a platonic bonding activity, would probably like a qpr.

Michelangelo: My boy hasn't seen a gender she doesn't like, whether that be for identity or dating. Very fluid in how they see both xirself and the world. I do prefer he/him for Mikey, but I also feel that he wouldn't give a fuck what pronouns are used.

2012 up next

Leonardo: I love transfem Leo with my heart and soul (big shock, I know), however this turtle is a veritable playground for identity headcanons. Leo can be read as transfem, transmasc, bigender, agender or really anything you can think of. Will be supremely insecure about this, even when no one else cares. Sexuality wise, Leo is into you as long as you're related to her able to kick her ass.

Raphael: Can be read as either transfem or transmasc, although I'm personally fond of masc. He'd prefer a woman who will kick his ass before pampering him, or a guy he can bully.

Donatello: Donatello desperately wants to be seen as "normal," to the point of refusing to acknowledge that he is both masc nonbinary and bi.

Michelangelo: Once again our pan king, Mikey will fall in love with most people within minutes of meeting them, even if that is very obviously a bad idea. Dtf whenever, but I actually think Mikey would see sex as just a fun thing to do, rather than something to be actively desired. Prefers a more masc identity, although whether that is as a cis guy or trans varies by the day.

Rise!

Leonardo: A gay transman, big shock I know. Like I don't even think that's a headcanon, I'm pretty sure that's just canon (fight me). I actually think this boy wants an authority figure more than any other Leo, and probably wants to be bullied and praised in equal amounts.

Raphael: I actually see him as cis, but I have seen the transfem art, and see the appeal. Pan as hell, with a preference for the cute and badass. Would probably also like an older partner who could kick his ass.

Donatello: Transmasc nonbinary and living it without shame. Bi, with preference for women.

Michelangelo: "Gender is optional, orange is not" quote stolen from rayshippouuchiha's Naruto Don't Gender Good au. I just think it fits him really well. Ace/aro, but loves the concept of love, just for other people. Arolovic.

I will do Mutant Mayhem after a few rewatches.

#Serialized Queer #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tcest #(for filter) #headcanons #not gonna lose this again

[devilmademewriteit]

meet the freak (point and laugh)

hi everyone I’m being a grown up and setting my blog up for realz so here’s a meet the author typa beat thing

who I am

A 21 year old French-Canadian Sagittarius, baby! queer, ashkenazi, doing an English major, hopefully a future lawyer. Big feminist (despite what my writing might consist of LOL). I write songs, too! I got adhd and ocd and love to talk about them so hit the inbox if you ever want to chat about that xx

I started writing music and fiction at ten. I’m on tumblr to share my depraved ideas and to practice my authorial skills:-)

what I like

Lana motherfucking Del Rey, Stevie Nicks, SZA, Lucy Dacus, Rihanna, Heart, shirts that show off my rack. Margaret Lawrence and Margaret Atwood and a lot of gender theory. Drunk Dancing. I’m a big fan of moral philosophy (John Stuart Mill and Krenshaw are my favs) and ecocriticism — I’m writing my honours thesis on indigenous ways of knowing, particularly in connection with anti-humanist narratives centering non-human species (I love magpies and mother trees). Canadian humour and Canadian wildlife. Oh — I also love a good em-dash. DILFS.

Favourite movies: Pride & Prejudice (with Kiera, the best of the best), the Shawshank Redemption, Hairspray, Waiting for Guffman, Les Intouchables, Avatar I and II, Revenge of the Sith and Return of the Jedi, the original Halloween and Scream, and The First Avenger.

Favourite Shows: Supernatural, Parks N Rec, Narcos & The Last of Us, the Boys, Arrested Development, Call My Agent, Rupaul’s Drag Race, and so many more I lose track.

what I don’t like

Real person fic, slow talkers, capitalism, and Leonardo Dicaprio. Militarism, imperialism, and colonialism. Rhubarb. Friends (the show) and Heidegger. TERFs (all transphobes, really), and artists who don’t reblog other artist’s work. HUMANISM. Men who take credit for women’s ideas. The gender binary. Honestly, I could go on forever. Feel free to give me ideas.

what I write

For now, dark fic involving Pedro characters & dark fic about Soldier Boy from the Boys. Might be more later on, but that’s it for now.

what I won’t write

Overly specific requests (it’s always going to be reader insert so don’t ask me to use your name or defining characteristics), anything related to feet or bodily fluids beyond cum LOL, real person fic (yes, that includes Pedro, he is a person), and fandom cross-overs.

Generally, I’m slow on requests — this isn’t because I don’t like or won’t write your kind of request, it’s just because I’m a gal who works 2 jobs and has a full course load, and I have a lot of my own fics in the works.

what you can send me in my inbox

Any and all thoughts (but please don’t trauma dump or send me hate lol). Suggestions, requests, accolades, song requests, questions you may have about myself or about my interests! Feel free to leave fic recs in there, too.

I’m a sensitive gal so if my work revolts or triggers you, please just block me and move along. I have so many warnings about my content — please heed them and protect yourself.

I’ll probably add more to this later on, but that’s all I can think of for now.

Kisses,

-em<3

#meet the blogger #meet the author #meet the writer #intro post

[k-a-b-o-o-m]

3/11- "Always together" Leonardo/Leonarda

Live laugh love Leo Gamers777

Was gonna draw them in both the skirt and trousers but I forgor

Leo being gender fluid is actually canon btw

#yes the watermark is “yall” #art #qsmp #leonarda qsmp #leonardo qsmp #dapper qsmp #ramon qsmp #foolish qsmp #vegetta qsmp #qsmp eggs

[pitxroxas]

The castle of my heart, the places to come back. You… it’s you…

Welcome to my blog!

Hi there!!

‘m PitXRoxas, and welcome to this hell of a blog!! Make yourself at home! Or not! Idk! I don’t dictate your life choices!! Side Blog (@roxasxpit) <- kinda just exists

discord: (@pitxroxas) alt (@pittosilver)

Basic Info: -PitXRoxas, Leo, Pit, Roxas -Minor (16+) -He/They -Biromanic Aromanic Asexual -Non-binary (Questioning Gender Fluid) -Mentally ill (MDD + Anxiety) -Assigned Autistic by all my friends + my partner (personally i have 0 idea how to feel about this!!) -Undiagnosed OSDD-1b System [Icarus System] -Taken!! -Fanfic Writer -Vocalist (Soprano) [Youtaite] -Flutist -Theatre kid (kinda) -Newbie Audio Mixer

Interests + Kins + Favorites: Interests: -LU + LoZ (Linked Universe, Legend of Zelda) -Ensemble Stars -Genshin Impact -Honkai Star Rail -Monster Hunter -Project Sekai -Elsword -Alicia Online -Writing -Art -Music Kins: -Childe/Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) -Razor (Genshin Impact) -Yanfei (Genshin Impact) -Zhongli (Genshin Impact) -Venti (Genshin Impact) -Leo Tsukinaga (Ensemble Stars) -Hokuto Hidaka (Ensemble Stars) -Leonardo (RoTTMNT) -Ravio (LU) -Wild (LU) -Wind (LU) -Sky (LU) -Time (LU) -Link (LoZ:SS) Favorites: [Produced, Ensemble Stars] -Tsukasa Suou -Ibara Saegusa -Wataru Hibiki -Eden -Knights -Valkyrie [Mained, Genshin Impact] -Aether (Anemo) -Venti -Kazuha -Kaeya -Childe/Tartaglia -Diluc -Alhaitham [Mained, Elsword] -Bluhen (Ain) -Richter (Ain) -Luciel (All paths except 4th) [Shipped, Ensemble Stars] -Shukasa (Shu, Tsukasa) -Shumika (Shu, Mika) -Izuleo (Izumi, Leo) -Sorakasa (Sora, Tsukasa) -PolyEden (Nagisa, Hiyori, Jun, Ibara) -Narumika (Arashi, Mika) [Shipped, Genshin Impact] -Cheaya (Childe x Kaeya) -Childe x Zhongli [Shipped, Project Sekai] -Ruikasa (Rui, Tsukasa) -Polyshow (Rui, Nene, Tsukasa, Emu)

BYF + DNI BYF: -I swear. Alot. -I keysmash alot -Self Depreciation (not the illness just the act) is something common you'll see with me -I overshare... -i use caps -I tend to be hard on myself (this comes with self depreciation) -you WILL get loved on -'m stubborn -i tend to make weird noises in text (like uuee or uuwahh or waah!!) -if a fictional character has a pet phrase or something like that, i'll pick it up. (ex. "Umu!!" "uuchuu!") -I apologize a LOT -i tend to speak my mind alot, usually little to no filter -i get high energy sometimes and i jump from thought to thought / really disorganized -i ask questions alot im so sorry (< oops doing it again) -yeah i do (<this) -i say "kms" a lot -if i simply Do Not like you i'll create a very silent boundary on that DNI: -Zionists, Genocide deniers, If you dislike or heavily dislike any of my likes i listed above, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Any type of hate group does not get my respect nor attention— its an immediate block, thank you.

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[igotlostinthesewers]

Some Type Of Drug

Chapter Two: I can't. I shouldn't. But it will kill me if I don't.

Pairing: Leonardo x Reader

Reader type: Gender Nuetral

Song: Universe (Slowed and Reverb)- Hazy

Warnings: Some light swearing.

An: And here's chapter two. I hope that you enjoy. An feedback is always welcome or just to let me know if I have a spelling error or two is appreciated.

Word Count: 3064

"My heart is a cathedral. Windows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me."

-Segovia Amil (Via willowingsleep)

He was fucked. Leo decided. For the last two weeks his thoughts have been nothing but you. Not only that but he had broken the one rule. The only and biggest rule he and his brothers had set.

Don't let the humans see them. 

And he broke that. He didn't know what he had been thinking. Hell, it had been sheer coincidence that he had ran into you and them. That alley was out of his normal patrol. Something, or perhaps someone, just. Told him he had to go. If there was any god or deity he had believed in. Or perhaps, and most likely, it was his own instincts, had driven him to go off his normal path. 

Leo had watched. Waited. As you fought against the Foot soldiers. He had to admit that you were a good fighter. Body and stance more than good as you fought on with a brawler type style to defend yourself.  Your movements fluid, quick and sure. It was if you, like him, had spent a lifetime honing and crafting your skill. Your style. 

He had only stepped in when he heard more of the Foot soldiers coming. And as good as you were, even he needed help when the enemy overran him. So he threw those two off. The mere sight of him enough to drive them away. Maybe they thought the rest of his brothers were near. Maybe they were actually scared of him. Either way the two of you were left alone.

"Don't freak out." Oh it had hurt him to speak those words. Knowing full well that despite what he said you would most likely do just that. Just, turn and run. He felt though that it would be easier to handle himself than watching it happen to one of his brothers. Again. Poor Mikey. 

But you? Oh you.

You had done nothing. Said nothing. Just. Looking. Drank him in like he did you. 

You had a sturdy frame. Muscled arms and legs evident through your rain soaked clothes.But you were also soft and rounded in the way only humans could be. So different from himself and his brothers. He could smell blood on you. Yours or theirs he didn't know. He could hear your breathe. Ragged and shallow evening out. Even as you looked upon him. 

The mutant. The monster. The thing that most are afraid of.

And your eyes. Oh those eyes. Dark and lashed. They went from a heavy glare, focused and narrowed, waiting for the next attack that would never come. Not from him at least. Then they softened. Filled with nothing more than a childlike curiosity.

Even after he stepped forward. Thudding a heavy foot against the rain soaked ground. Water splashed and spilled over his shoe. Did he do this to scare you? To test you? He did not know. All you did was step back and fix him with a look he didn't think he you were really aware of. Confused but still curious.  

And then you said that you weren't afraid. Not scared. Sure you were nervous but. Not afraid. Even April had passed out. Casey had tried to fight them. Using aggression to hide his fear. But you. 

You didn't think he could hurt your. That he would hurt you.

Leo shakes his head. Sitting back on his heels. He was outside on an early morning patrol. Trying and failing to clear his thoughts of you.  He's been watching over you. Not. Not stalking as Mikey liked to tease.

"Ohhh! You so have the hots for them don't you? C'mon ya gotta tell us what they look like!" Leo had just snorted a laugh and gave his youngest brother a playful shove.

"Hardly Mikey. The Foot may still be after them for just knowing that they exists." That's what he said anyways.

So he watched and waited. For what he wasn't sure yet. To see if you would seek him out? To walk the same path you did that night in hopes to meet him. Something about that thought made his heart jolt. 

He may not know the true answer to his curiosity about you but he has learned your routine over the past weeks. You would draw your curtains back at five every day. Weather or not you worked at the small cafe that Donnie liked to order from. You would then feed your cat. At some point you would crack your window open. Sitting on a worn chair as you smoked. The smell of tobacco, vanilla, and coffee would float over to him on cold morning air.

When you were done you would exercise. Stretching then running on your treadmill. Then you would practice your boxing. He was right when he guessed it was a lifelong skill of yours. Watching as you ducked and weaved. Sometimes your would repeat the same thing over and over. Taking little breaks until you got it right. Then you would continue on. Following the movement until you could do it just as easily as you breathed.

Sometimes though you would meditate. Back straight and legs crossed. The morning light angled on your lap. A spot your cat like to lay on. Soaking up the warmth the sun had to offer. But more often that not he would find you still sitting on the floor. Gaze focused on nothing. Looking as if you had the entirety of the world on your shoulders. And maybe you did. Leo wold not pretend to know your life. Your journey to this point.

He gazed down to your phone in his hand when you disappear into another room. Falling back into the darkness of your home. When  you had gotten home safely he had went back. Back to the place he two of you first met.

There was you phone. Rain soaked and cracked. The screen flickered when he hit the power button. The lock screen had you face. Lighter, smiling brightly. You were next to some dark haired person. Their face partially obscured by the broken screen. Before he could do anything else the phone had sputtered. Then died. 

He should have just broken it. Tossed the damn thing into the trash bin next to him. But he didn't. Instead he had brought it to Donnie.Asking his brother if he could fix it. He could. Little surprise there.

That's what had brought on the teasing. Leo one one of the only ones out of his brothers that just. Didn't try.

Sure they had friends within the police department. But it was more of an acquaintance than anything else. They only saw them when at the building. But unlike Donnie, who liked to learn more about them, and Mikey, who craved interaction with his extroverted personality. Leo did little.Said even less. He was polite. Helped when needed. And that was about that. Even Raph would interact with them more. Mostly to mess with the newbies that would come in. But still.

Leo had taken their teasing in stride. Hiding it under the guise of just. Trying to be helpful. To keep one of the few civilians safe that knew of their existence. It was bullshit. Even to hi. here was something about you he wanted to find out. There was an air about you few had. He just . Leo had to know.

It looked as if he would find out sooner rather than later. You were back and writing on your window.

:Stalking? Mr. Ninja?:

Leo snorted a laugh as you poked your head out from beside the word ninja. Your writing as a chaotically pretty, sprawling script. You soon erased it then wrote.

:Want to come in?:

At that you unlocked a large window and swung it open. Looking as if you were just letting in the morning air. You then turned and left to go deeper into you apartment. The invitation was clear.

Does he risk it? Seeing you. Your home. He does have your phone. He's spent most of the week working up the courage to just. Leave it at that very window. And here you were, inviting him in.

In the end is own curiosity won out. Soon he he poking his head through your open window and almost pulls back when he see's you leaning against your kitchen counter. A white and gray cat winding between your legs.

Lwo shifts and the cat sees him. For a brief moment the two of them stare. Much to your amusement. Before Zeki is gone, darting into the open door of your bedroom.His little bell jingling wildly with him.

"Hello." Leo swallows. You set your cup down and motion to him to come inside with a ringed hand.

"You can come in. Ya know?" You laugh. "Or you can let the neighbours check out your ass. I know that Susan across the way won't complain." With that Leo is pulling himself inside. He steps behind a dark and thick curtain. Watching you intently as yo come forward. Closing the window and drawing the rest of the curtains close.

You were dressed lightly he noticed. Dark grey sweatpants hung from your hips. And you wore an even darker, loose, long sleeved t shirt. The sleeves of which were rolled up to your elbows. He could see the mottled bruising on your forearms. The broken, but healing, skin on your knuckles.

"You want something to drink? I've got coffee. Some tea." Leo's eyes followed you as you walked into the kitchen. "I've got some breakfast to." Your head nodded at your oven. You then went to your cabinet. Reaching for some mugs. When he didn't reply you glanced at him from over your shoulder.

"I don't bite. Ya know?" You said it so softly. Almost that nonchalant air from a moment ago.

Were you regretting this? He wondered. Inviting the mutant turtle into your home. 

The smell of vanilla and tobacco was stronger now. And, strangely enough, so was the smell of rain.

"Tea. Thank you." The words felt thick in his throat.

"I've got early grey. Some black tea." You trailed off. Shuffling boxes and tins around in the cabinet above your sink. "There's some hibiscus and green tea as well." You look to him.  A tin in each hand.

"Black tea would be nice. Thank you." Leo swallowed. Still watching you as you moved about in your kitchen. Everything about it felt so wrong. But oh so pleasant.

You were treating him like an old friend coming over for a visit. Overlooking the giant green turtle in the room. It. God. It was beyond nice to just. Be normal.

There was silence between the two of you. Nothing but the babbling of boiling water. The in and out of your shared breathing. If Leonardo paused, listened. He could hear people just now waking up. The thrum of the vehicles outside. 

There. The cats bell jingled. Small feet pattered against a wooden floor. 

Normal. This was normal.

When the tea is done you set it in front of him. Taking a seat across from him you motion for him to do the same. Leo worries for a brief moment that he'll break the small stool when it whines against his wait. Thankfully it holds.

You are holding your own cup of coffee. Staring down into the dark reflection of yourself that it offered. Your hands are trembling. Sending waves through your drink. Breaking up your already broken face. Your heart was fluttering and your breath felt as if though it were being pulled from your chest.

"Thank you." You tell him. Voice more even and sure than you felt. Leonardo on the other hand was shocked. Thank you? Your thanking him? For what? And he asked you exactly that.

"For helping me. For saving me?" More of a question. You lean back. Shoulders straight. It is now, as your face catches the light from a crack fro between the curtain, that he see's it.

A bruise is cradling your jaw. Your bottom lip is split and shiny. As if you had placed an antiseptic there. You nose was darkened. Purpled and slightly puffy around your eyes.

Those eyes catch him. Lit up by the morning sun. In that moment, for a brief second, Leonardo wondered what he looked like though those eyes.

A monster?

A saviour?

"Just. Thank you." Your face softened as  you glance back down. "I'm sorry if it doesn't sound like I am. I'm. I'm not." You pause. Mouth a word. "I'm not good. At this." You tap your thumb on your lip. "But I am grateful. I don't think neutralized means to be taken out for a nice dinner." You let out a soft rush of air.

It is quiet again. Leonardo just. Takes it all in. Soaks in those words. No one. And he means no one. Has thanked him. Let alone any of them. Ever. His heart flutters. He licks at his lips. Takes a drink of his tea. The cup just a shy away from too small in his hand.

"Here." He places your now fixed phone in front of you. Quickly you placed your coffee to the side.

"Is that my phone?" You sound surprised, happy, and almost sad in away.

"Ya. I. Well i'm assuming that it's yours." His fingers skim across the counter and he pulls his hand away. "You face was on the lock screen." You open your mouth. Close it. Then your eyes and heave a shuddering sigh.

"You." You start. Fingers on your lips. "Thank you. God. Fucking thank you." He could see the almost tears in your eyes. "Jesus thank you." You are quick to grab the phone. Fingers softly brushing the unbroken screen.

Leo didn't really understand. He expected you to be happy, yes. But. This was different. It was more like you were relieved.

"I'm sorry if I seem weird. It just." You? Weird. He could almost laugh. But he doesn't as you stare at the phone. The light casting odd shadows on your face. "It was my sisters."

Was. 

Leonardo did not bring it up.

Was. Was. Was. 

"It's not weird at all." And when you look up at him ridiculously he added. "Honestly. Ninja's honor." His fingers crossed his heart. He would act the same if his brothers became a "was".

You were silent for a moment. Then break out into a soft laughter.

"Turtle. You tell me to forget you. Practically for the 'No one talks about fight club' rule. " You place the phone down. Elbow on the table. Pointing a finger at him you continue. "And here you are, watching me outside my home. Giving me back my phone. And I don't even know your damn name."

Leonardo was glad that blushing does not show up on his skinm

"I." He sutters. And He does not sutter. Leo clears his throat. "I was watching over you to make sure that the Foot hadn't figured out were you lived." There. The truth.

Mostly.

You laugh. "That better be the only reason Blue. I've gotten on people over less." You laugh. "You're not that hidden though. It always takes me a bit to find ya. Ya but. When I do your kinda hard to miss." What?

"What?" He asks and you laugh again.

"I've got keen eyes Blue. Hunters eyes. Gotta pick out the things that blend in." You look up at him though your lashes. Arms crossed over your chest. "My name is Y/n. By the way."

"Im Leonardo." You hold your hand out across the table and he takes it. Engulfing your hand with his. Your hand is the first to pull away. Smaller fingers skimming across the palm of his hand that has Leo suppressing a shudder. 

"It's nice to meet you. Leonardo." Leo finds himself liking the way your mouth forms over his name.

"Now then. Ya hungry?" You pull away from the table. "Turtles each veggies right? I've got like. Tomatoes and shit." And this Leo laughs. Truly and genuinely.

"I mean ya but. I eat other things to." You nod your head at him. Smiling.

"Oh? Like what?" Leo feels light. Lighter than he's ever been before.

"Just about anything you can. Pizza. Steaks." He pauses. "People." You blanch at this and leo has a moment of panic that he just fucked up.

Then you are doubled over laughing. Hands on knees, wheezing laughter. Uttering "Ow Fuck." As you hold your ribs. You are still chuckling as you pull yourself upright. Delicately wiping away the tears from your eyes as to not hurt your already sprained nose.

"So, the protein powder just not enough anymore? I'd imagine you'd have to go through barrels of it to be as big as you." Leo is biting back his own laughter. If only you had seen Raph instead of him.

"It was. But then I just had to go straight to the source." This sent you into another bout of laughter. Leo felt as if he could float on this. Chasing after some unseen high off your mirth.

"God. Here.Just. Jesus that's funny." You hand him a large burrito wrapped in foil.  It's so warm it almost burns him. "Hope you like sausage Blue." He did. Actually. Before he could open it though, his own phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting out some cheerful jingle Mikey had put on it.

:Where r u?:

:Bro ur missing practice.:

Shit.

"Sorry." He tells you. Standing up and pushing your stool back under your counter. "I've got to go." He didn't. Really didn't want to leave. And even less so when he caught that creastallen look on your face. You hand him back his burrito.

"Hey. It's all good Blue." The clenching of you jaw says otherwise. "I know nothing about this. Right?" You ask him. And normally he would agree. Tell you to forget about him. To forget everything you have seen.

"No. You. You can remember this." And if he could, if he was ever given the chance to see you again. He would pull more smiles just like the one brightening your face right now from you.

He is almost back to the window when you call out to him.

"Will I see you again Leonardo?" And he pauses. Swallows. And before he could back out, let the dimming courage in him die. He is giving you his number. Using the marker from earlier to write it onto your window.

"If the Foot ever give you trouble. Call this number." And with that he is gone. Leaving you to loo out an open window and fluttering curtains.

His phone number written in blue on the glass.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #leonardo x reader #mutant ninja turtles #some type of drug

[thelreads]

If it helps, the Leonardo in FGO is noted to be something other then "cis". When designing their next body, they contemplate whether to make it male or female(they went female again), with another line implying they might be gender fluid, though others lean more towards non-binary. Related fun fact: it's commonly speculated that the RL Leonardo was gay, and he was even arrested for it once(the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence though), and they retain that preference in FGO.

Oh wow, that is actually fascinating, that's really interesting, I had no idea.

The part about the real one I knew though, my boy Leo was quite the rascal back then and we love him because of that.

#inbetween #personal

[well-what-did-you-expect]

Read Before Anything

What Media I Will Write:

Headcanons

Scenarios

One-Shots

Fics

Random Things I Find/Come Up With

What I Will Write+Keys:

Fluff🩷

Smut❤️‍🔥 [Note: Any smut written includes 18+ characters, I will include the default ages for my written characters]

Platonic Friendship💛

Platonic Family Dynamic💜

Poly Relationships [Can be Fluff or Smut]

What I Won't Write:

Pedophilia

Beastiality

Non/DubCon [For all smut there will be consent from both/all parties]

Mostly anything that has to do with bodily fluids/matter [Mainly piss and shit. Blood, vomit, and cum are the only one that will ever be mentioned, but those depend on the writing]

Mostly anything with su!cide [Mentions of SH, thoughts, previous attempts, attempting, it all depends on what the context is]

What I Won't Tolerate:

Discrimination [Any homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, ableism, etc.]

Minors interacting with 18+ writings

Picking on others [Picking on someone because they think different things than you do about a character, because they don't like your favorite character, just don't do that here]

Fandoms I Will Write For:

Creepypasta

Harry Potter

Supernatural

The Umbrella Academy

Possibly More [You Can Ask and If I Know It Then I Can Do It]

TMNT 2012

Blue Exorcist

Characters I Will Write For+Basic Info:

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [19, Bi, He/Him]

BEN Drowned [🩷💛💜] [17, Pan, He/They] [Note: This boy died young. Do. Not. Sexualise. My. BEN. He is a minor!]

Eyeless Jack [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [22, Bi+Demi, They/He/It]

Homicidal Liu+Sully [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [21, Bi+Demi, They/He]

'Ticci' Toby [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [20, Pan, They/He]

Possibly More If They Are Requested

Harry Potter

Harry Potter [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/Him]

Ron Weasley [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, He/They]

Hermione Granger [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, She/Her]

Draco Malfoy [🩷💛💜] [16, Gay, He/Him] [Note: Sorry ladies, but my Draco is a men liker, not a women enjoyer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Neville Longbottom [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, He/They]

Ginny Weasley [🩷💛💜] [15, Bi, She/They]

Luna Lovegood [🩷💛💜] [15, Pan, Any Prns] [Note: My Luna does not have time to worry about gender. You can use any pronouns for her! They don't care!]

Supernatural [Ages Aren't Included Due To Multiple Seasons So Age Varies]

Dean Winchester [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [Bi, He/Him]

Sam Winchester [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [Pan, He/Him]

Castiel [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [Pan, He/They]

Charlie Bradbury [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [Lesbian, She/Her]

Gabriel [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [Pan, He/They]

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [29, Straight, He/Him]

Deigo Hargreeves [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [29, Bi, He/Him]

Allison Hargreeves [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [29, Bi, She/Her]

Klaus Hargreeves [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [29, Pan, He/They]

Number Five [🩷💛💜] [Pan+Ace, He/Him] [Note: This 58 y/o man has a 13 y/o body. Big reminder of that. Also my Five is Ace. Just because pretty boy doesn't mean sexualise]

Ben Hargreeves [🩷💛💜] [Pan+Demi, He/They] [Note: Yes, Ben is a ghost. When writing for him, reader will either be a ghost as well or Ben just straight up didn't die ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Vanya Hargreeves [🩷❤️‍🔥💛💜] [29, Sapphic, They/She] [Note: I am aware that Vanya is Viktor, but I will be writing Viktor as Vanya because I am only writing from before Season 3, before he got his gender transed. Don't come at me for being transphobic]

TMNT 2012

Leonardo Hamato [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, Any Prns] [Note: My Leo is genderfluid]

Raphael Hamato [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/They]

Donatello Hamato [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/Him]

Michaelangelo Hamato [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, He/They/It] [Note: My Mikey is FtM]

Casey Jones [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/They]

Master Splinter [💜] [Father Splinter Only]

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/They/It]

Yukio Okumura [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/Him]

Shiemi Moriyama [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, She/Her]

Izumo Kamiki [🩷💛💜] [16, Lesbian, She/They]

Ryūji Suguro [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/They]

Renzō Shima [🩷💛💜] [16, Bi, He/Him]

Konekomaru Miwa [🩷💛💜] [16, Pan, He/Him] [Note: My Koneko is FtM]

#x reader #creepypasta x reader #supernatural #the umbrella academy #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt x reader #supernatural x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #blue exorcist #blue exorcist x reader

[shardkn1ght]

Here is my outfit submission for gendy leo UwU

YIIIPPPPEEEE!!!!

GENDERFLUID LEO DRAWING TIME!!

I am making the rest don’t worry!

Look at her! She’s so freaking cute!

#omg #I love this outfit #it’s so good #shardk1ght asks #shardk1ght answers #shardk1ght art #shark knight #rottmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #rise fanart #rise leo #rise tmnt #rottmnt leonardo #gender fluid leonardo #gender fluid leo #gender fluid

[pyreflydust]

Sometimes people will say such poetic things about how it's okay if it takes time to figure out who you are and you don't have to stay static anyway. You're allowed to use labels now that won't fit you in five years. They say these things and my shitty disordered brain attaches a footnote that says "this applies to everyone else but not me."*

As I get older I'm starting to understand how sexuality can be fluid even if you remain attracted to the same gender(s) you always were. Part of aging is often finding different features attractive than you used to because humans change physically as they age so what you find attractive adapts to fit that. (Unless you're Leonardo DiCaprio I guess?**)

I'm frustrated by how much of my past is lost to me. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Years of isolation fucked up my memory and lead to me cutting ties with almost everyone I knew for large chunks of my life. I don't feel like I was that person. I feel like that person has died a few times and that makes it harder to sort through any feelings about either gender or sexuality. I want a conference of all the past mes so that maybe I could make sense of who I am or who I am supposed to be. But they don't really have a say because they're not here. They're dead and I'm the only one left and I trained myself out of making choices a long time ago.

*I'm fighting it but it's hard

**Yes I know he's far from the only offender. Probably not even the actual worst.

#little alien life shit

[ramshackledtrickster]

I really don’t have the energy to do more of my planned pieces for pride month I’m so sorry 💀🤡 (I had like,, 5 but oh well maybe next time)

But yeah!! Being proud of who you are and who you are certainly shouldn’t be only relegated to this one month, but it’s wonderful seeing so many people be open around this time and just celebrate! I wish there was more I could have drawn or done to celebrate it but as the month’s end draws closer take this I guess ansbnebndg

We love to see both canon and headcanon identities in the ac fandom 😎😎

Some miscellaneous hc’s of my own for modern au stuff:

Connor is ace!!

Malik, Altaïr, and Maria are polyamorous and bisexual

Eivor is gender fluid (and uses color-coded wrist bands to indicate by what pronouns they’d like to be referred to)

Leo uses he/they

Shaojun is in a long distance and very loving relationship with her girlfriend Zhang Qijie

Ezio is a bit of a late bloomer in realizing he’s bi (even though it’s painfully obvious to everyone else), but he goes to Jacob for help in figuring out his feelings

Leonardo feels more free to be himself around his new family at the University!! We love a found family

Trans Arno isn’t my original idea at all but god it. It’s perfect. Just. Yea,, my beloved

Kass and Eivor are aggressively supportive of each other and their friends

Also Mary Read and Anne Bonny are an old wlw couple in this au we love old couples

So yeah!! Hope this is alright !

#assassins creed #assassins creed fanart #fanart #ezio auditore #leonardodavinci #jacob frye #arno dorian #jarno #french fryes #ezioleo #pride month #happy pride 🌈 #HVSHVSNG executive dysfunction beating me over the head so this is all I could offer #John mulaney voice iiiiimmm sssoooooorrrrryyyyy #but yea!! #Jacob and Ezio are besties in this au they just have that energy #Arno and Leonardo love their stupid stupid boyfriends #modern au #my art

[twh-news]

Tom Hiddleston on Mobius, Loki, and Queer Identity

This article contains frank discussion of the Loki series premiere, “Glorious Purpose.” If you’re not caught up, now is the time to leave.

When Elizabeth Olsen’s Wanda Maximoff and Anthony Mackie’s Sam Wilson set sail for their Disney+ shows, they had some familiar company in the shape of Paul Bettany’s Vision and Sebastian Stan’s Bucky Barnes. But as Tom Hiddleston’s Loki hops out of the Marvel Cinematic Universe timeline and into his adventures with the Time Variance Authority, he does so without another previously established Marvel companion along for the ride.

As we see in the series premiere, the defining relationship for Loki in this show will likely be with the character of Mobius, played by Owen Wilson. Head writer Michael Waldron has described theirs as a love relationship, though not a romantic one. Hiddleston spoke with Vanity Fair’s Still Watching podcast about the love story between Mobius and Loki as well as the obligation he feels around his character’s canonically queer and gender-fluid identity. You can hear the full interview here, or read some key excerpts below.

When director Taika Waititi was tasked with reinventing the character of Thor for his film Thor: Ragnarok, he did so by stripping away all the things that had previously defined the god of thunder. He cut Thor’s hair, broke his hammer, killed off Thor’s buddies, and destroyed his home of Asgard. In a 2017 interview, though, Waititi revealed that he was told not to mess with Loki. The character was too popular; Marvel wanted to keep him as he was.

But here, in his own Disney+ series, Loki is getting the treatment his brother Thor got in Ragnarok. “Thor is nowhere to be seen, and Asgard is very far away,” Hiddleston says. “There are no Avengers near at hand. He’s even stripped of his status and his power. What is left if you strip Loki of all the things that are familiar to him? What remains? That’s for him to discover as much as the audience.”

Helping Loki through this journey of self-discovery is Mobius, who gives Hiddleston’s character a healthy dose of psychiatric analysis in the series premiere. Mobius, Hiddleston says, is uniquely positioned to help Loki through his first story without his brother Thor by his side. “The thing that was so new and fresh for me was that Mobius is a character who is emotionally detached from Loki’s emotional turmoil and all the tricks that Loki tries to play in,” Hiddleston says. “[The things that] work on everybody else, provocation or manipulation, just don’t land with Mobius.”

While Mobius is occasionally harsh with Loki, there are also some kernels of compassion there. Hiddleston sees Mobius as “delighted,” with an “academic curiosity,” about having Loki in front of him. “They’re both very clever and both trying to outsmart each other, and realize very early on they need each for different reasons,” he says. “That’s a feeling that’s unusual and in needing each other, they might have to try to trust each other, which is going to be very difficult.” Loki head writer Michael Waldron has compared their relationship to the one shared by Tom Hanks and Leonardo DiCaprio in 2002’s Catch Me If You Can.

There’s a temptation to slide Mobius into an almost paternal role. He’s capable of giving Loki the approval Loki was dying to receive from his father, Odin. There’s a moment in the premiere where Loki insists he’s very smart, and Mobius genially agrees: “I know you are.” Hiddleston says that moment is “destabilizing” for Loki, who “finds himself in the presence of someone who is confronting him with who he is, who he might be, seemingly without judgment.”

But as Hiddleston goes on to describe the dynamic between Loki and Mobius, it becomes clear that he sees the characters as mirrors of one another. “There’s some similarity there,” he says. “Just a part of who he is mirrored by Loki’s playfulness and an independence of spirit. There’s a kinship there, which is interesting because they’re not aware of it themselves—at least initially.” It’s interesting to talk about mirrors in a show about Loki’s refracted identity, and the possibility of multiple Lokis. Is there any way that Mobius turns out to be another undercover Loki? Maybe not—and that kind of speculation is possibly best left to the podcast, anyway.

The paternal/avuncular/reflective love story of Mobius and Loki aside, longtime fans of the character are eager to know if the Disney+ version of Loki will finally lean into the canonically queer, pansexual, and gender-fluid identity Loki has in the comics. The answer to the latter, at least, appears to be yes. In a TVA file on Loki, the god’s gender is listed as “fluid.” What about everything else?

“I have always been aware of it,” Hiddleston says of Loki’s queer identity. “I see it as my responsibility as somebody who is able to portray this character, at this time, that I honor the aspects of the character which are there in the canon. It was important to [series director] Kate [Herron] and important to Michael [Waldron].… The whole point of Loki is that Loki is a trickster, and crosses boundaries and can represent many different shapes. I was really pleased that we got to touch on that in this series.”

#tom hiddleston #interview #loki #loki series #article #vanity fair

[sylvain-writes]

Unbroken (Mikey x Reader)

Rated: T Gender Neutral Reader, pre-relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, Mikey whump, brothers not coping well with stress/fear, victim blaming, affection, love confessions, friendship/love

Mikey's been injured beyond anything his family has experienced before, leaving his brothers terrified. While Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo struggle with their own guilt and fear, you take over your dearest friend's medical care. for @brightlotusmoon

Tension pours from the Lair into the tunnels. You move quickly. 

Something had told you to bring your delivery of medical supplies early, but what you had chocked up to a gut-feeling now feels much more likely to have been a call from the energies that connect you to Michelangelo and his Father. That psychic pull flares as you draw near and there's no longer room for doubt.

Your messenger bag slips down your arm as you increase your pace. It catches on your elbow awkwardly as you carry the heavy cooler of sundry medicine vials, but you don’t let that slow you down. There’s panic in the air - anger and fear. Casey’s and Raphael’s voices echo through the space - another call for your attention. 

Casey urges Raphael to stop raving before he says something he’s going to regret. But his pleas are ignored. 

Raphael shouts over Casey’s shoulder from the tunnel into the infirmary. He spits accusations and threats at someone unseen. 

In plain clothes, but with all the authority of a Detective, Casey gives Raphael a final warning before pushing past his raging friend and stepping up to you.  He grabs the cooler and leads you into the infirmary, thanking god for your arrival.

“Donnie will be so glad you’re here.”

You would have come sooner had someone sent word. You’re about to say as much when Casey steps out of the way and the sight of Mikey laid up on a hospital bed leaves you speechless. Frozen. Donnie gives you a frightened look before his eyes drift to his quarreling brothers, then draws the curtain to block them out.

Raphael’s bellows behind your back, shocking you out of your stupor. “Ya shoulda been there!” 

Your heart leaps, thundering against your ribs. You turn around, breath caught in your throat wondering how on earth you could have prevented such a thing. But Raphael is rounding on Leo, not you, shoving his older brother square in the chest as he brings his face too close. 

“Ya shouldn’ta sent him away!"

Tension ripples up Raph's arms from his fists to his shoulders as he crowds Leo into a corner. "This is on you, Leo. If he don’t wake up- If he don’t... “ 

When words fail him, Raphael launches himself at his brother with a growl. 

Casey’s face twists into horror as Leo, outwardly stoic and calm, takes his brother on. 

In a quick series of grabs, Leo has Raphael twisted and pinned against the wall in seconds. Leo eyes him with a look of impatience and disappointment. “Walk it off, Raph.”

“Try’na get rid of me too, huh?” With his face pressed against the cement, Raphael grinds out his words through clenched teeth. 

Leo turns to Casey, as if he doesn’t have time for such an inconvenience as this. “Get him out of here. He’s making Don nervous." His grip on Raph lets up as he turns to face the curtain once more. "We’ve been hurt before. We heal. Everything is going to be fine.”

You've only caught a glimpse of Mikey's condition. But you've never seen Donatello so scared. You wonder who Leo is trying to convince.

Raphael seethes as Casey takes him by the arm, but he isn't forced out of the room. "Ain't been this bad. Never this fuckin' bad."  Raph's voice is hoarse from shouting and crying, but his words don’t seem directed at Leo anymore. As his disbelief turns from swears to prayers, you think you hear him making deals with god and the devil.

“Swear to god, bro,” Raph says, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, “if you don’t wake up, man…” With his elbows on his knees, Raphael buries his face in his hands. 

Casey lays a hand on his friend's shoulder before the radio at his belt urges him topside. "I'm sorry," he says to the room. "I gotta..."

Raphael's head hangs lower, but he nods. 

Leo stands stoic - arms resting at his sides, ignoring Casey's words of departure, watching the drawn curtain. Blinking but not seeing. His breath is even enough for him to be attempting some form of meditation, and you think that’s for the best. But you wonder how long the quiet will last.

Casey tips his head toward the hospital bed. A small jerky movement that grabs your attention. You look at him, head spinning. “You gonna be OK with this?”

You glance over your shoulder to where the curtain hides Donnie and Mikey from view.  Slowly, you nod. Even before med school you were proficient at compartmentalizing. You can help Mikey without becoming overwhelmed by seeing your best friend in whatever condition he’s in. You just need to get in there, see what you’re working with.

“I’ll be alright,” you tell Casey and remind yourself.

You wave him off, draw back the curtain, and take a fortifying breath. 

At the head of the hospital bed, Donnie moves as if on autopilot. He's set a PICC line just under Mikey's shoulder and is starting a transfusion. He's talking himself through the steps, laying out his plans for what to do next. Even as you approach, he remains completely focused on his tasks.

His hands shake as he lifts a fresh bag of fluids to the IV stand. Careful as he tries to be, the bag slips from the hook and lands with a wet slap on the floor. 

You crouch down to help and lay a hand on his arm as he apologizes for this little hiccup in Mikey's care. 

Unshed tears cloud his vision.  He looks almost as pale as his brother lying on the bed. It's obvious he's doing the best he can, and you couldn't ask for more.

Donnie watches you easily hang the bag and open the line. He holds his breath as you properly take in the scene. “He shouldn’t have been out there alone,” he says quietly. It sounds like another apology.

From the edge of the curtained area, Leo parrots the same words. The way he says them, however, sounds like an accusation. 

“He knows better,” Leo continues, coming closer to Mikey's bedside. The more Leo speaks, the more life returns to his eyes. Fire heats Leo’s words. You suppose anger is easier to feel than fear. “What was he thinking?” 

From the floor, Raphael chokes on a sob. “You knew better. The fuck were you thinkin’, huh?” 

Leo widens his stance and rolls his shoulders back, ignoring his younger brother's latest outburst.

The monitor at Mikey’s bedside beeps, Mikey starts to convulse, and it’s easy to tune out everything else.

You and Leo struggle to hold Mikey still as Donnie checks the equipment.

Donnie adjusts the speed of the morphine drip, scanning Mikey's body and the monitor displays. His mouth is set in a hard line. His jaw ticks with how hard he's clenching his teeth to keep his lip from trembling. 

He wipes his eyes on the back of his wrist and pretends he's not close to tears seeing his only little brother injured beyond what any of them have ever faced. 

Even as their eldest brother works to restrain Mikey from further aggravating his injuries, Leo asks if it's really a good idea to increase the narcotics. "We don't want him dependent on that stuff." 

It was the last straw for Donatello. His resolve falters. He faces Leo with color high on his cheeks and opens his mouth to argue. But he sputters and fails to string together an explanation fit for Leo’s approval. Too much of his energy has been depleted by Mikey's care for Donnie to dumb down his course of treatment into terms Leo can understand. 

You place a hand on Donnie's shoulder and offer him a knowing look. 

"One thing at a time," you tell Leo with the calm authority of your medical expertise. "We get Mikey through this, first. We'll titrate him off the meds when he no longer needs them." 

Exhausted and exasperated, Donnie ducks his head and steps aside to let you take over. He watches you assess the work he's done. He holds his breath as you review the scans and x-rays he provides. 

There’s nothing for him to be ashamed of. His stitches are hasty, but they'll hold. The broken bones have been set properly. 

There's a pain in your chest as your brain switches the images in front of you from patient to Mikey to patient again. You know that unbiased detachment will serve you best in your decision making tonight, but the crease between your eyebrows twitches as you spend a second too long watching Mikey's eyelids flutter, hoping for them to open.

Mikey is barely conscious, groaning with every squirming movement but seemingly unable to keep still. 

The file Donnie's prepared lists a concussion on top of deep tissue bruising, stab wounds, broken bones, a dislocated knee, and a cracked plastron. Mikey's head is wrapped. Thick gauze pads the left side of his skull and dark bruises color his swollen face. With each injury your interest in the case, in the patient before you, grows more clinical. 

You mutter, more to yourself than to Donnie or anyone else, your review of what's been done and what still needs doing. Donatello nods along, keeping up and eager to learn even in the midst of the crisis. Perhaps especially due to the nature of this one. 

And after a few more minutes of tweaking the medications, your dear patient eases more deeply into sedation. 

You smooth your hand over the gauze above Mikey’s ear and allow yourself a breath of relief. His glassy eyes blink up at you, unfocused until you run the back of your fingers down the side of his face. 

Memories of all the times he’s called you ‘Angel’, the times it felt less like a place holder for ‘Dude’ and more like a pet name chosen specifically for you, poke and prod the edges of your mind until one memory rushes through.

You and Mikey sitting on the rooftops together. His feet dangling over the edge of the building, kicking out a rhythm as he percusses with his hands upon his thighs. You rocking forward and back as he listens with rapt attention to you talking about Med school: your residency, your hopes and dreams for advancing the field of neurobiology, and the sundry inbetween stuff that never feels like tangents when you're speaking with him. 

You’re lost in the memory of the night, of you and Mikey and endless possibilities, when Donatello gives your shoulder three taps and pulls you back to the present.

The hairs on your arms rise when Master Splinter arrives to check on Mikey's progress. You wish you could say it was his raw psionic power that gives you chills, or his virtuous presence that tears your attention from your patient. There's no compassion or concern flowing from him right now. And it's neither respect nor admiration you feel for him in this moment. 

Though Splinter approaches the bed, his energies remain rather distant. Cool. Complacent. He reaches out to Mikey through their psychic bond and nods in approval. "He will learn from this,” Sprinter says, voice a low, monotonous hum. “Grow stronger." He turns from his youngest with a clipped, "Humph," and moves to the corner of the room without offering a word of comfort to any of his sons. He sits to meditate, unperturbed by the scene.

As if taking a cue from their father's indifference, Leo and Raphael start up their squabble again. 

It's too loud. Too much. Reading Splinter's energy and watching Mikey's shrink from it like a kitten being scolded for mistaking wicker furniture for their scratch post tests your nerve, grates on your mind, and burrows under your skin. 

A year into your residency, and twice as long helping the Hamatos, you think you'd be able to handle anything. But you begin to get shaky. How Donatello worked so long with his brothers looking over his shoulder and arguing behind his back, you'll never know. 

Every now and then Splinter comments on the strength of Mikey's chi. He seems oblivious to the fact that his son was literally writhing in pain on this hospital bed moments ago. The harder Splinter insists on Mikey’s resilience and tenacity, the more you feel Mikey pulling in on himself, frightened to show his Father the truth of his condition. Protecting his family from his frailty and pain even as he lay nearly unconscious.

Meanwhile, Leonardo insists that this all could have been avoided if Mikey would have exercised some patience and common sense by not going up to the surface alone. 

“Where were you, anyway, Raph?" The unending feud cycles around and around. "You’re supposed to look out for him.”

When Leo starts apologizing on behalf of Raph's and Donnie's negligence, you think his younger brothers are going to snap. You make the call to get them all out, so you can focus on Mikey without worrying about playing referee.

Leo catches Splinter on the way out, making plans to meditate together through the night.

Before Donatello leaves, he pops by for a goodnight. “Get well quick, little bro,” he pleads, squeezing his arm and dropping a kiss upon the crown of his brother’s head.

Raphael does similarly, adding that they’re bedroom won't be the same tonight. Without Mikey's headphones hanging off the side of the bed, still playing music while his snores somehow ride the beat of each song, Raph won't get a wink of sleep. “Won’t sleep til you’re there buggin’ me again.”

Mikey responds with quiet murmurs that his brothers all but ignore. They're more accustomed to and comfortable with hearing their own voices than listening to their brother's pain.

With the room clear, it’s easier to hear Mikey’s mutterings for what they are. Though speaking through a fog of pain and anaesthetic, he’s not incoherent. 

Your heart sinks to realize he understands what's happening to him, that he’s likely heard everything that’s been said in the room. The shouting, the crying. The selfish demands on his suffering body. The detached sureness of his Father. 

So confident that all will be fine, Splinter hadn’t even laid a hand on Mikey or spared a shred of empathy before he had gone. 

You pay close attention to Mikey’s words, letting them inform your care. 

Mikey’s eyes peek through heavy lids, trying to follow you around the room. But when you’re at his side again, and your hand strokes his face, his eyes close.  He leans into your palm despite his bruised and fractured jaw. 

For a few minutes you remain just like this - cradling his face in your hands, watching him drift in the haze of sedation, feeling his energies ebb and flow from their hiding place in their search for the safety he’s always found with you.

“I’m here,” you assure him gently. “It’s only me.”

Your promise is enough for his energies to move free. 

Hushed sounds and quiet clicks of your tongue fill the space between you as you put Mikey’s mind at ease. Your fingers pitter-patter over his cheek bones and down the sides of his neck as you palpate for further injuries. They pass over his clavicle and shoulders as Mikey stutters a breath.  

A sling traps his arm against his chest, where his fingers tap the scute over his heart. It’s a small movement, perhaps one of the only movements he can safely make in his condition, and even then, it must be a challenge. For someone you’ve only seen lying this still during his most depressive episodes, you think being incapacitated thusly must be torture.

His bandaged hand is heavy as you lift it. His fingers are cool under the press of your lips. They curl reflexively around yours and you kiss his hand again. 

“My best days are the ones I spend with you,” you whisper. It hurts to be burdening him with such a thing right now, but you also think it’s a truth he should hear sooner rather than later. 

Mikey’s chest rises and falls with staggered, labored breaths as you pet his chest. You talk and Mikey lets your voice wash over him. He leans his head back, relaxed and floaty, feeling like he's in a dream. And as he has so many times before, in dreams, Mikey tells you he loves you.

You bite your lips together as tears fill your eyes. For the first time tonight you think they’ll truly spill over. “Love you, too,” you say, and it doesn’t matter to you whether he means it romantically or as friends because the relationship you share and the love you’ve fostered for each other doesn’t need labels or constraints. 

When Mikey seems to be falling asleep you try to give him some space, but he doesn’t want you gone. His mind is quieter when you’re at his side. 

You rub his leg as you stand by his bed. Though your back is aching and your feet protest the constant bustle, you still haven’t been able to sit. 

“Tell me if you need anything,” you say in earnest. 

Despite your efforts to keep Mikey hydrated, his words are but a croak. “Just you.”

“Hm?” 

“You here. Could you-” Mikey’s eyes close and his hand turns palm up on the bed. Though he can’t muster the strength to lift his arm, his fingers curl and release inviting you back. You slide your hand into his and give it a light squeeze. 

“Stay,” he whispers weakly.

Sleepy, and still in pain despite the heavy opiate cocktail you and Donatello created for him, Mikey gives a weak tug on your hand and whimpers, begging you to understand what he needs.

You climb up, thankful for the extra wide bed, and rest against his wrapped plastron carefully. He buries his face into the top of your head. He nuzzles the hand you’ve raised to cup his cheek. The soft, sleepy sounds he makes drift in and out, sometimes words and sometimes just a hum. 

“...M no good,” Mikey mumbles into your hair, and you feel his breath hitch. “Not good enough.”

“Oh… no, baby,” you say, bracing yourself on the mattress and pushing up to look him in the eye. You stroke the lines of his brow ridge above his eyes, left and right, until his eyes flutter open. They shine with tears threatening to fall. “You’re always enough. Always been enough.”

He gives the slightest turn of his head, but his eyes stay locked on yours as if desperate to believe your words. His lip trembles. His tears slide down his cheeks.

“You’re perfect, sweetheart.” You continue to pet his face, but you let his tears fall freely, letting him know it’s alright to cry.

“For you?” Mikey asks, bordering on inaudible. But you hear him. The question rises from the depths of his being, calling out to you, and you answer the call with the truth of your soul.

“Always. Perfect for me. Forever perfect for me.”

#TMNT x Reader #tmnt x gender neutral reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #gender neutral reader #my writing #angst #hurt/comfort

[wosoimagines]

Hey dyke, Im came back just to remind you to go kill yourself. The world was a much better place when you sick fucks didnt exist. Its a damn shame society got away from hate crimes. If I saw you irl I would beat the living shot out of you and curb stomp your fuckin head in the the ground. Faggots like you have no place in this world. All you dykes do is attack straight women and fuck up little kids. Y'all deserve to die. Rot in hell, cunt.

You know what's really funny? You copied and pasted this and you still didn't learn to fix your grammar or spelling. I mean, I would be as angry as you are if I couldn't spell properly or use common correct grammar. But let's get into this.

"The world was a much better place when you sick fucks didn't exist" (oh, btw, if you copy and paste this message again, feel free to fix that error you made since I did it for you). Queer people have always existed. You obviously don't know history since they don't really teach it in school (I'm not surprised because of how old our government is), but if you're gonna make a claim like that, maybe do a bit of research first? I'm sure you even you couldn't fuck that up. But then again I could be wrong since you're still living in your mother's basement.

"It's a damn shame society has gotten away from hate crimes" (Again, fixed your spelling and grammar. Come on, if you're gonna attack a writer, you gotta do better). It really isn't. If hate crimes were still legal it would mean that anyone could cause violence for the sake of a bias. Men could beat and murder and sexually assault women and claim it is because they hate women. White people could kill colored people and get away with it because they claim they aren't white. Hate crimes are not something to joke about. You are obviously a straight cis white man (as we have stated multiple times about you, small dick Johnny) because if you weren't you would understand the seriousness of hate crimes and why they're so scary.

"If I saw you irl, I would beat the living shit out of you and curb stomp your fucking head in the ground" (Do I even have to point out the grammar and spelling again? Seriously, at least use Grammarly because it's fucking free). I can guarantee you wouldn't be able to. While I might have a bad knee, I can throw a punch. Not only that but I can kick hard and I do carry. You wouldn't even be able to do more than maybe throw me to the ground if you were lucky enough to be able to do that before I stopped you in your place.

"Faggots like you have no place in this world." This is very untrue. Think about all of the people who are queer. Do I need to explain to you how much culture the LGBTQIA+ community is responsible for or should I trust you with you being able to do your own research? Oh, wait. Small dick Johnny doesn't even have a quarter of brain cell so I should write it out for him. Alexander the Great, he was queer. Alexander was attracted to men, historians will agree on that. Hatshepsut had a non-conforming gender expression. It means they were more than likely gender-fluid. Leonardo da Vinci. Oh, how I love talking about Leonardo da Vinci. I mean, there are theories that the Mona Lisa is actually his gay lover, but I rather love the fact that the modern-day white version of Jesus that churches love to use is actually Leonardo's gay lover. Alan Turning, a bit more modern for you. He helped the Allies out and we probably never would have won the war against the Nazis during WWII. He was gay. We know that for a fact because he was even charged with homosexuality as a crime after helping win WWII. Sally Ride (honestly, I love her). She was an astronaut. She was THE first female astronaut at that. (She was married to a man for a while, but before her death, she was with a woman for 27 years). Harvey Milk was the first openly gay elected official in the USA. Tammy Baldwin, who is currently a Senator in the United States, is an openly out lesbian. Ellen DeGeneres, who has been a huge part of social media, is a lesbian. Oscar Wilde, who was also arrested for the crime of homosexuality, was an amazing author. Freddie Mercury, who was bisexual, was part of one of the most popular bands in all of history. Elton John, who is gay, is one of the most famous musicians of all time. So, yes, I do believe there is a place in this world for the LGBTQIA+ community.

"All you dykes do is attack straight women and fuck up little kids." This one is just sad. Not all dykes attack women. We certainly don't do it because they're straight women. Claiming that all of us "attack straight women" is like a woman claiming that all men attack women. Do they? No. I've never attacked a straight woman in my life. Hell, I usually won't even flirt or hit on a person unless I believe them to be queer. It's also an illogical thought because we wouldn't hit on what we would perceive to be a straight woman, therefore limiting rejection (or at least I wouldn't). I've seen your other posts to know that you believe flirting with someone who is straight is an "attack" when it isn't. Now to the claim that we "fuck up little kids." Here's the thing, I don't even like kids. I don't want kids nor do I wanna be near them. They annoy me and I wanna dropkick them. Do I? No. Do I also wanna dropkick my brother because he's annoying? Yes. Do I do it? No. That's what you would call restraint. There's no way we all "fuck up little kids" when some of us don't ever wanna be around them.

You are just a sad, sad little boy living in your mother's basement with no friends and no one who likes you. Give it up at this point, small dick Johnny. You're obviously outclassed.

[og-danny-dorito]

Twisted Wonderland : Some Pomfiore Headcanons

bitcH hhhh- I fucking HATE D*sney but these BOYS- I'm starting with Vil because uhhhh istanhim

{ Vil Schoenheit }

♛ Rich Blonde Bitch Energy™

♛ like that's not even an insult he literally looks like a mean girl and i cannot explain how happy that makes me

♛ cause like,,, there’s no way he’s NOT rich you know what i mean???

♛ like he’s literally a model and an actor by profession and has a fuckton of followers on MagiCam (5MIL exactly, i looked that shit up) not to mention i’m CONVINCED this thot has a youtube channel

♛ yes, it’s a makeup channel

♛ he does some other stuff like vlogs and story times where he talks about drama he heard in the hallways earlier that day and promotes his cosmetic brand because he likes that Coint

♛ he also gives tips for good makeup techniques and how to not fuck up your whole face for certain situations because he likes to flex his skills while also (and he probably wouldn’t admit it out loud) helping people get better at something he personally enjoys

♛ he is a part of the beauty commity as someone who both makes cosmetics and wears them regularly himself and makes a shitton of money from that because he’s pretty and knows that shit

♛ his subscribers/followers make memes of him making weird faces to get certain angles of his face like this and he highkey gets mad that they would sabatoge his good angles like that but says it in the most passive-aggressive way ever

♛ like they have a Q&A video or whatever and they send him something like this and he just looks at the camera and goes “I love your selfie, maybe try to look a little less crusty next time though. Maybe it’s the lighting?” and moves on like he didn’t just end their career, take all their money and snatch their wig with one sentence

♛ that means that his morning/evening routine is like, unfairly complicated. like HEINOUSLY complicated.

♛ he applies like 3 different moisturizers before actually putting his makeup on and because he grows some amount of facial hair be has to put color correctors down, and then he has to use this weird primer from like France or something-

♛ it's super complicated and takes him like an hour but he's the God of Self Care and beauty and if you ask him nicely he'll reccoment beauty products for you (albeit with some underlying insults here and there such as suggesting products for the acne you didn't say you wanted help with and so forth)

♛ also i’m convinced that he’s androgynous/gender fluid since he canonically presents as a man but uses feminine pronouns to refer to himself so like let’s make a petition to officiate that Vil Is Trans 2020

{ Rook Hunt }

♛ big art nerd right here

♛ like, as an art nerd myself you can usually TELL that someone is an art nerd too just by the way that they act and the Vibe they radiate, and this man screams “I will talk for hours about ‘The Last Supper’ and how i’m fairly certain that Leonardo DaVinci was gay”

♛ it’s also canon that his best subject is art and that he likes photography and stage play so like,,, not only is he an art nerd he’s a theatre nerd- ehem -i mean ✨thespian✨

♛ i don’t wanna go so far as to say that he’s one of those theatre kids that ONLY like musicals but like,,, he knows every score to “Phatom of the Opera” (listens to this shit religiously) and has like 5 Playbills for different plays sitting on a shelf that he takes care of religiously

♛ probably hums said musical scores to himself a lot while he’s doing things, mostly cleaning or cooking, to which the latter he does regularly

♛ you see there’s a certain way that he likes his food cause he’s a Picky Eater™ so he just makes a lot of it himself to satisfy his specifics

♛ it’s almost annoying because certain textures and flavors throw his whole food experience off

♛ he likes things that are easy to digest like soups or (his canonically favorite food) Liver Pâté and dislikes things that are too crunchy or hard to chew through like hard candy and fried foods

♛ like,,, not only is having to eat something hard gross cause he has to hear the sound of it in his skull but also because it makes him look sloppy when he eats it so he just avoids crunchy/crispy/overal messy foods altogether

♛ he’s a pretty decent cook even though he barely cooks for other people. the only time he really does cook for other people is when his house is doing a potluck or he has to go to an event where he needs to bring food and most of his share is gone within like 10 seconds because it’s so good

♛ don’t let him bake though. fist fighting god would be easier than helping rook bake and God Save You if you tell him he can’t do it because he WILL do it out of spite and seriously fuck up your kitchen

{ Epel Felmier }

♛ he’s,,, he’s baby

♛ no like fr tho he’s baby, i love him

♛ his whole complex of not feeling masculine enough seriously hits me hard too cause like same, and i feel like he probably does some of the things i did to make myself seem more masculine when i felt like i wasn’t

♛ he probably wears clothes a bit too large for him outside of his uniform, which always tends to make him look smaller than he actually is and kinda counteracts his efforts to look less like a doll

♛ like it genuinely bothers him when someone calls him “pretty” or “beautiful” cause he views it as him possessing more feminine qualities and being seen as more delicate and fragile than he’s supposed to be

♛ he doesn’t realize yet that he doesn’t need to be more physically masculine to still be considered just as manly as a 6’3” bodybuilder with big muscles and a beard, but he’s still 16 so i’m sure he’d pick it up eventually

♛ genuinely feels joy when someone tells him that he looks “handsome” or “very dominant and regal” tho since it gives him confidence and a sense of self-validation

♛ and, even though he’s not very good with words, he’ll try his best to give them a compliment back even though it comes out as a bit stuttered and meek since he’s not used to giving compliments like that

♛ he probably swears a lot though. dude is a quote unquote “brash country boy” who grew up in the middle of god knows where with what i’m assuming is a vast collection of old men to teach that cute little innocent boy how to say every cuss word in the book

♛ for real, his mouth is filthy and it catches most people off guard. in fact, when rook told him he looked a little bit like a porcelain doll at some point he high key looked him in the eye and went “fuck off” quietly enough so that only he could hear

♛ and no one believed him when he said that Epel, the sweetest and most fragile boy in the whole school, told him to fuck. right. off.

♛ needless to say epel made sure to do it more, albeit a little quietly cause he doesn’t wanna cross the line of being indecent

♛ Make Epel Feral 2020

{ ~Thanks For Reading!~ }

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