#leo bingo

[revitalizationrat]

@tmnt-event-blog

#tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #2003 mikey #2003 leo #2003 donnie #my rat art #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane

[waniszcanvanish]

TMNT DAY is a perfect opportunity to finally post this little drawing that has been sitting in my gallery for a year now

HAPPY BDAY TO THE TURTLES

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #bluey #bingo #rise of bluey

[dandywonderous]

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Leo, everyone else

Square: Truth Potion/Serum

Warnings: Angst. So much angst.

Notes I went a little off book from what this trope usually looks like and it really ended up being more like a different prompt on the big BTHB list (don't want to say what for spoilers), but it IS the idea I got thinking about this square and it is a lot about honesty so... hopefully that's fine haha.

It got super long so I just put it straight on AO3. Here's a link! I do plan to do a chapter 2 to this eventually so Leo can get some comfort after all this hurt.

@badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #truth potion/serum

[0rb1s]

I am cringe but I am free

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #bluey fanart #bluey and bingo #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #tmnt fanart #tmnt #my art

[reagi-df]

For the @tmnt-event-blog Leonard’s bingo card, I didn’t have enough time but I saw hockey on Leo’s card and I couldn’t help myself

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise leo #tmnt holiday bingo #snow day play #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt movie #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[via-rant]

Bluey episodes PJO/HOO characters cried to -

Everyone - Baby Race, Onsies, Sleepytime, The Show, Copycat (Except Nico for Copycat.)

Percy - Mum School, Army

Annabeth - Army, Curry Quest

Grover - All of the ones that you cry to.

Piper - Curry Quest, Army, Camping

Jason - Army, Bob Bilby, Space

Leo - All of them too. (Cried like a baby for Dragon though.)

Hazel - Dragon, Camping, Rug Island, Bob Bilby

Frank - Dragon, Space, Grandad

Nico - Rug Island, Space

Will - Bob Bilby, Bumpy and The Wise Old Wolfhound

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #heros of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico di angelo #will solace #bluey #bluey cartoon #bluey heeler #chili heeler #bandit heeler #bingo heeler

[merakimagic]

Oh hey! You ice skating Leo?

@tmnt-event-blog Holiday Bingo

I think it would be cute if a favourite of Leo’s was that when it starts to snow he goes out at night and finds possibly a frozen lake to skate on by himself and just enjoys the snow🩵❄️

#rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #rise of the tmnt #Snow Day Play #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rottmnt leo #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[biggest-tmnt-nerd-ever]

ummmm guys i think i JUST MIGHT kin donattello! only MAYBEEE though../sarc

post idea form @plum-pitt !!

the way i colored out of the lines on the “how much i kin them” meters is kind of bothering me now that i look at it but im too lazy rn to fix it

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise raph #rise leo #rottmnt kin #kinnie #kinnie bingo #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[lavndvrr]

GUYS I GOT MY BTHB CARD!!!!!

if you wanna request anything just send me an ask with the prompt and the character

You can request things for Pjo/HoO and Heartstopper. I'm willing to write for almost anything except for Nico <3

#leo valdez #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #valgrace #heroes of olympus #fanfiction #bad things bingo #percy jacskon #annabeth chase #frank zhang #piper mclean #hazel levesque #AHHH IM SO EXITED!!!! #I have an idea for a few of these :) #heartstopper #nick and charlie #heartstopper fan fiction #I'm editing this because I'm too hyper fixated on Heartstopper NOT to add it to this card #bad things happen bingo

[avvail-whumps]

“Can only move the eyes” for Leo please? Preferably with an extreme gag. Like one where his mouth his stuffed with cloth (so much that his jaw hurts), then forced shut so it can be sealed nicely. By sealed I mean wrapped in layers of tape. Or perhaps glued shut and then taped shut to make Leo feel extra stuck

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: can only move the eyes word count: 0.7K

content warnings: intimate whumper, non-con touching (not sexual), non-con kissing (not sexual, on the head), captivity, leather restraints, manhandling, extreme gag, non-con drugging, knives, cutting (of another person)

Leo was yanked from unconsciousness before Roy was finished strapping him down to the table. His arm sluggishly lifted up in the haze of it all, and he was hardly even able to register when the mercenary gently brought it back down to the leather loop, fastening him in. 

He blinked a hazy sheen from his eyes, the stark lights above him making him whimper. It was too late to do anything by the time Roy entered his field of vision, lips curved into an amused smirk and his eyes shimmering with that fox-like nature. He shushed him quietly, the noise making him wince. 

“You’re alright, lion,” he hummed under his breath, leaning over him to retrieve what Leo could barely make out as a white cloth. “Keep still for me.” 

A sudden shock of fear stabbed through his heart. His limbs suddenly surged upwards in an attempt to get away from him, panic seering through his nerves, but he realised he couldn’t. He lifted his head up, glossy eyes widening in horror when he realised he was strapped securely to a cold, metal table. It was digging uncomfortably into his spine, but no matter how much he jerked and wriggled, they wouldn’t budge. 

Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back down to the table. A wretched cry of pain escaped his lips, but it was cut off when Roy stuffed the rolled up cloth into his mouth. He wrenched his head to the side, panicked breaths choking in his throat, but the man only gripped his locks tighter, pain stinging his scalp. 

“Come on, lion,” he smiled, fingers prodding the cloth further into his mouth, dragging along his tongue and making him gag. “The more you fight, the slower this is gonna go.” 

Without his hands to grapple at the man’s wrists, Leo was panicking. 

The gag was being forced so far into his mouth, he was sure it was about to hit the back of his throat. No matter how much he tried to spit it out, it was lodged on his tongue and violent heaves were shaking his lungs. The familiar screech of duct tape made him blink the hot tears out of his vision, frantically shaking his head. 

Roy didn’t acknowledge it, instead smoothly applying the duct tape around his head, sealing his mouth completely shut. Each ragged breath suddenly became lodged in his throat, and Leo screamed into the gag in terror. The leather restraints dug uncomfortably into his skin, rubbing it red raw. The secretary tried to breathe in through his nose, but the spots still began guarding the edges of his vision, reminding him of his predicament. 

There was a sharp prick on the side of his neck, and he couldn’t stop the confused whimper that sounded in his throat. Roy’s hand began gently brushing away the hair on his clammy forehead, his watery eyes wide and staring up at him. 

“It’s just a muscle relaxant. Don’t worry, lion,” he cooed gently, leaning down and kissing his temple. Leo turned his head away abruptly, but the man was already fastening it in place with a strap that ran along his forehead. The sob was muffled against the cloth in his mouth, drying it out within seconds. 

He could feel the effects of the drug hit him rather quickly. It was as though his whole body was floating, not quite here with him, and his panicked struggles were extinguished swiftly enough. Even when Roy pushed his shirt up, exposing the skin of his belly, all he could do was watch him in horror, his eyes darting from the smug expression on his face, and the knife in his hands.

“I need this to be perfect,” Roy hummed, ghosting the blade along his flesh. He felt a shudder hurdle down his spine, and he wanted nothing more than to leer away from the touch. His eyes wearily pinched shut, before flickering open again. He could only stare at the bleak ceiling, stinging under the bright lights. “I need everyone to know that you belong to me, right, lion?” 

Leo’s throat closed up when the blade slowly sliced across his flesh, his lungs contracting painfully. Even with the intense rush of adrenaline, the pounding of his blood through his veins and the thundering bass of his heart, he couldn’t move. Each drag of the knife made it painfully aware of what he was spelling out. 

Because apparently the initial carved into his wrist wasn’t enough for the mercenary.

#bad things happen bingo #can only move the eyes #original work #ask #guns for hire special #whump #whump writing #whump series #whump fic #whumpblr #whump community #whump tropes #whump scenario #whumper #whumpee #leo and roy #writing #my writing #guns for hire requests #avvail whumps

[tyo-mimt]

3/36. @tmnt-event-blog

Sometimes, giving a little means getting something back in return.

Raph didn't remember where this habit came from. Maybe it started with the various plushies Dad gave him when he was younger; don't get him wrong, he took care of them well! But the road to learning to be gentle was paved with spilled stuffing and many many stitches. On top of that, as he and his brothers grew up, so did the need to repair any clothing they may have.

Raph remembered when Mikey first caught sewing up Captain Cuddles' arm. There was a little tear and he had to patch them up. His initial fear of being made fun of was completely drowned out when Mikey waddled away and came back with a hole in his beanie. It then spread to the other two, where his services would usually be reasonably required throughout the year.

Though this winter season, the demand for his help grew. It wasn't something he would flat-out refuse; he loved helping his brothers whenever they asked nicely, but it was beginning to get tiring.

Raph called it irresponsible, but Donnie did counter with the very convincing "At least I didn't use any of your clothes."

Leo (for once) had a pass, asking Raph to help sew up the right-sleeve of all his long-sleeved shirts. He seldom ever wore them outside of winter, but it felt right to give him help when he asked. There was also Mikey. He needed help sewing up the tears in some of his jackets; he left the lair more often to accompany the Caseys around New York, but with only Junior's supervision, it was difficult to reel back Cassandra's and his combined chaos. Then there was Donnie, who Raph was sure wouldn't need any help repairing clothing, only to prove him wrong when the softshell came to him with a laundry basket of shredded clothing that fell victim to one of his "mind fog moments".

That was all within the span of two weeks, and Raph's previous plans of knitting a nice thick blanket for himself went out the window. Winter settled in fast (surprisingly so, global warming and all that). It usually wouldn't have been a problem, but heating hadn't properly been installed in the lair, let alone their individual rooms.

Sluggish and struggling to keep his working eye open, the snapping turtle decided to call it quits... It was too cold to work, and he didn't want to assign blame. He put the knitting needles aside and flopped onto his bed.

It was a monstrosity, but it was beautiful.

Mentally preparing himself to brave the cold night, he heard a knock on the door. Even if he didn't answer, they'd still come in, and they did. He wanted to say something about taking a nap, only to find the words dying in his mouth. Warmth flooded the room.

He looked over, seeing all three of them standing there with a Genius Built™ portable heater and a monstrosity of a blanket. Some corners and patches were crocheted and others were knit; all of them were various different colours of yarn, some thicker than others. There were a myriad of attempted patterns on one end and a small cluster of finished ones somewhere on another side.

"What's all this?" Raph dared to question.

"We just wanted to thank you for always fixing our stuff," Mikey hopped over to wrap the blanket around him.

"And we figured we'd be real jerks if we didn't return the favour," Leo continued.

"Also, your room is the most insulated out of all of ours and the heater's better in here than out there," Donnie quickly added.

Raph chuckled, spreading his arms open. Mikey was the first one to take the snapping turtle's offer to embrace, Leo tugging Donnie over for the hug (the softshell would've run away sooner if he didn't want to).

Cocooned in the world's ugliest crotchet-knit-hybrid blanket with his brothers, Raph wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

#writing #rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie

[sadbi-hours]

Title: Mama, this must be my dream

Pairing: Leo Fitz/ Jemma Simmons/ Daisy Johnson

Rating: NSFW (ish)

A/N: I like the original song best, but I used this cover for the lyrics below. You decide what fits best *wink*

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt/ Canva and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Custom Card- B1- Drunk Vegas Wedding

@anyfandomkinkbingo: G5- Hired Date

@fandombingo: I5- Leo x Jemma x Daisy

@fandom-free-bingo: [flight] -B5- Finding a Third

@thebo3bingo: N5- Sugar Baby

@lyricalescape: N3- Free Space

@thebutcherbingo: N2- Polyamory

Description:

Who's that lounging in my chair?

Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah - Sex and Candy (Cover) by Unions

One night changed everything. A hired date, a infamous sugar baby paid to shake up the scene at their friend Hunter's drunken wedding in Vegas.

It's all boiled down into that.

Fitz and Jemma's life together, turned into snippets spent in vegas with a sexual wildcat that's made everything so fucking complicated in one night.

They never meant to find a third; nevermind a hellion that's opened their eyes to the fact that maybe their marriage has been missing something all along.

And it's apparently missing one Daisy Johnson--and she had a hold over them. A leash that she had no plans of loosening the reins on.

And they don't want her too. She's the most fun either of them have had in ages.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #fandom bingo #bo3 #mfbingo #lyrical escape bingo #the butcher bingo #fandom-free-bingo #marvel #aos #my edit #fitzskimmons #daisy johnson #leo fitz #jemma simmons

[fitzfallen]

Some Leo Fitz Character Bingos :0

@petrichormeraki

@chronicfandombrain

@galionne-speeding

@theflannelwizard

@sepiamestus

@alslamalskenaalraha

@dove-da-birb

#character bingo #leo fitz #hes so silly #hes my pookie #i love him so much #i am him #i am leo fitz #literally #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #agents of shield #aos #leopold fitz #my pookie

[purplejaz-tmnt]

He likes bluey now. :p

#rottmnt #rottmntmovie #rise of the tmnt #art #cute #leo #meme #turtle tots #Rottmnt leonardo #bluey #bingo

[hold-him-down]

It's not 4 minutes later but maybe close enough: BTHB "Stitches"

“What happened here?” Rob asks, ushering Leo into an empty exam room. They’re all empty right now, well past business hours.

“I f…” Leo pauses as the kitchen towel is unwrapped from his hand, revealing a deep red gash. He follows Rob’s unspoken direction to sit on the exam table as Rob holds his arm at the wrist, inspecting his palm. “I fell.” The words come as naturally as anything else, and he wonders, if just for a moment, why.

He feels Rob’s hand tense around his and knows instantly that he isn’t convinced.

“Mm,” is all Rob says in response. 

Leo watches an accusatory glance pass between brothers. Luke, from the doorway, puts his hands up. Some of the panic has subsided, Leo thinks, and faint traces of humor line his eyes. It helps. He closes his eyes, ignoring the throbbing pain and the spinning room and the medical supplies and the bandages and cotton swabs and the needles that he knows are hiding in the cabinets, and he forces himself to breathe.

“You push him?” he hears from somewhere far away. It’s followed by laughter. The laughter is Luke’s, but it’s hesitant. He swallows, and he feels a hand squeeze at his forearm. 

“Leo?”

He forces himself to breathe, and he hears Rob asking him if he’s okay and he makes himself nod and he hears Rob asking him if he’s in pain and he shakes his head even though he’s not sure if it’s true or not. 

He’s been in this room just once before, and every time he’s come to the office since, he’s avoided it with unwavering resolve. 

He hears his name again, and he feels hands at his fingers, straightening them out. “I need you to open your eyes.”

He does, and as he does, he holds his breath. The room’s still spinning, but if he keeps his eyes on Luke, it’s less, so he does that, too.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and even he isn’t sure why.

Rob’s expression tightens but he smiles, gesturing toward his hand. “I’ll get it cleaned up, and then–” he pauses, taking a breath “–you’ll need at least a few stitches.” 

Luke has moved from the door to the table in the time it takes Leo to refocus, and he can feel his hand on his back, and he can feel his eyes on his face, and he nods. He won’t cry. It’s not worth it.

Rob rummages through the cabinets for whatever medical supplies he’s going to use on Leo and Leo listens to Luke’s voice, telling him that it’ll be okay, that it’ll be quick, and eventually, asking if he will do it. If he’ll agree to let Rob do this.

They stare at each other. He doesn't know how long it lasts, only that it’s interrupted when Rob drags a cart full of needles and gauze and drugs over, pulls along a stool, and sits down in front of him. Reluctantly, Leo’s eyes leave Luke’s.

Rob looks serious, even as he spins with the room.

-

“What if I don’t do it?” Leo asks. His voice is smaller than normal, and Rob spares a glance at his brother, before nodding earnestly. 

“It’ll still heal,” he says. “It’ll heal over the course of a few weeks. You risk a serious infection, and if it gets infected, it’ll probably hurt, but we’ll manage it. It’ll probably scar, you may risk increased nerve damage, but it’s an option.” He means it, and he tries to convey that. He’s not entirely sure how much Leo is even hearing. 

“What,” Leo mouths, not completely audible. “Will you numb it? If I do it?” 

Again, Rob and Luke’s eyes meet, this time, there’s fire behind them both.

Rob takes a breath.

“Of course, Leo,” is all he can make himself say.

Leo nods, and Rob can feel the unmatched tension lingering in the room. His instinct is to make a joke, to cut through it, but he can’t make the words form.

“If it’s the drugs you’re afraid of,” he finds himself saying instead, “it’s not the kind of medicine that should impact you in any real way. It’ll numb the area, but it won’t do anything to your head, or to your stomach, or to anything outside of the immediate area of the wound.” 

Leo’s eyes fill with tears, but they don’t spill. “If it’s pain that you’re worried about, all I can ask you is to trust me. I get that that’s a big ask, but you won’t feel the stitches, and you’ll barely feel the needle. You’ve got Luke right here, you can stop me any time, okay?”

Rob hands Leo a small cup of water, and Leo drinks it without hesitation. He tries not to, as a general rule, let himself imagine what Leo’s truly been through. But in these fleeting moments, where these small details unravel themselves, he can’t completely stop himself. “It was just water,” he finds himself saying, and Leo nods automatically.

“Can I close my eyes again?” Leo asks; there’s no mockery in his voice– just raw uncertainty at the very real possibility that the answer might be ‘no.’

Rob can’t look at Luke when he says, “Of course.” He can’t look at Luke when he accepts Leo’s ‘okay,’ as consent, knowing Leo absolutely would not refuse this procedure, if he thought Luke wanted it for him. He can’t look at Luke as he reconciles the need to provide medical care with the knowledge that Leo is suffering. 

He takes a breath, on the edge of calling it off, of waiting until Leo is in a better mindset to handle this, when Leo whispers, “Please– Please do it fast.”

He nods as he makes the decision, even though Leo can’t see him. That it may be more cruel to prolong the anxiety, that Leo has made this request in earnest, and while maybe he wouldn’t have consented under other circumstances, there are no circumstances in which he can truly consent.

Leo holds completely still as he cleans the wound; as he numbs his hand, as each stitch is placed. He doesn’t open his eyes, and he doesn’t speak. 

“All set,” Rob eventually says, quickly clearing the area of anything that might be remotely upsetting. 

Leo only nods and issues a soft ‘thank you,’ before standing, unsteady on his feet. Luke shadows him but keeps his distance, and Rob watches with tears in his eyes as they walk back toward the car. 

They pause at the passenger door. He knows it’s a moment he isn’t meant to see, and he knows how deep in his brother is, but watching the tension leave Luke’s shoulders as he wraps his arms around Leo, watching Leo start to come back to himself, he knows, for better or for worse, that it’s as right as it can be, and that has to be worth something.

#the fighter #stitches #bthb #im counting it as stiches idc it counts im a bingo champion #kind of med whump #ftr i was gonna do training stitches the painful kind #but i felt like it's been so long since leo and luke moment #so we got this #but hey i think i have an old request for stitches that i failed to do #so maybe one of these days

[scattered-winter]

absolutely wild when 2 of ur friends start interacting with each other its like a crossover event

#didnt have leo starting stargate (at the same time as me btw) because of mads on ye olde bingo card but here we are #(i say all this with great love and affection i think its hilarious and incredible) #winter speaks