#peppermint lane

[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

[tmnt-event-blog]

Join Raphael on his adventure through Peppermint Lane! Well, inside adventure. Sometimes staying cozy at home with a good ol’ candy cane with your family is a good way to relax. Sometimes you’ll want to be alone, and that’s also okay. Want prompts that involve staying inside? Peppermint Lane is just for you.

#tmnt Holiday Bingo #Peppermint Lane

[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

[aquietwritingcorner]

Turtle Pile

@tmnt-event-blog

Title: Turtle Pile Challenge: TMNT-Event-Blog’s “Peppermint Lane” Bingo Care (Raphael) Prompt: Turtle Pile  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1758 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Splinter Warning: NA Summary: Little Raph loves staring at the tree Master Splinter brought down to the lair and that they decorated. He could stare at it all night long, although maybe tonight  a few interruptions wouldn’t be too bad.    Notes: Turtle tots!    AO3 || ff.net

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Turtle Pile

Raphie stared at the tree, the seven-year-old entranced by it. He’d been amazed by the tree since Master Splinter had first brought it down to their burrow. It was green, with what Donnie had said were “needles” although they didn’t look like the needles that Master Splinter used to sew up the blankets and clothes that they had. They were sharp and pointy, though, so it did sort of make sense to Raphie, although he had quickly learned how to touch them without getting stuck. He had spent hours with the tree, touching it, smelling it, feeling it, exploring it long after his brothers had grown bored. It was so different than anything that they had in the sewers that Raphie hadn’t been able to help himself.

The tree by itself had been entrancing enough. But what Master Splinter had done to the tree had entranced Raphie even more.

He’d found some old Christmas lights that had been only partially working and given them to Donnie. Donnie had taken them gleefully and spent several hours happily working on them, taking apart and splicing together the strands until he had enough working lights that Master Splinter had been able to put them on the tree, lighting it up with all sorts of colors.

Then they had spent time taking paper from old magazines and books that were unreadable and cutting them into strips, using the partially used glue sticks they had to make paper chains that Master Splinter had wrapped around the tree.

And after that, they had gone through boxes scavenged of ornaments, pulling out the ones that weren’t broken too badly, hanging them on the tree. Master Splinter had taken the broken ones and shown them ways to turn them into useful ornaments again, using pieces from various ones to make something new. When they had finished, they had ended up with a handful of new ornaments to put on the tree. And then—then Master Splinter had put candy canes on the tree. New ones! He told them that they couldn’t have them until Christmas Day, but they were still there, and the anticipation of having them on Christmas Day was strong.

But all of the decorations had only added to Raphie’s fixation on the tree. It was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, and he could spend hours just sitting in front of it, staring. In fact, over the past couple of weeks he had often spent his free time in front of the tree, playing with his toys under it, coloring around it, or reading books near it.

Tonight, though, he was just sitting there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders to keep out the ever-present winter chill as he looked at the tree.

Splinter walked out from the kitchen, heading towards the rooms when he paused, seeing Raphie sitting near the tree. “Raphael?” he said. “What are you still doing there? Your brothers are already in bed.”

Raphie didn’t look away from the tree. He just kept staring at it. “I just like lookin’ at it, Master Splinter,” he said. “It’s pretty.”

Splinter came over and knelt down next to Raphie. “I understand that, my son. But you do realize that it is past time for you to be in bed. Tomorrow you will be able to open the gifts under the tree.”

Raphie nodded. “I know, Sensei. But can I stay up a little longer and look at it? Please?”

Splinter was quiet for a few moments, but then he nodded. “Very well, my son. I am heading to bed. Please do not stay up much later.”

“Thank you, Father,” Raphie said. “I’ll go to bed soon.”

Splinter nodded. “Do not forget to unplug the tree before you do.”

“Yes, Father!” Raphie said, taking a second to smile up at the rat.

Splinter smiled down at his son, patted his head, and then left for his room.

Raphie sat there, just staring at the tree, looking at all of the things on it one by one as if he were committing them to memory. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before he heard someone walking up behind him.

“Raphie?” It was Mikey’s voice, and Raphie looked over to see his brother standing there, not completely awake, rubbing an eye with one hand and holding a blanket in the other. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m looking at the tree. Father said I could,” Raphie said. “Why are you up?”

“Hadta go to the bathroom,” Mikey said. He didn’t leave or go back to his room, though, and Raphie turned his attention back to the tree. Mikey stood there a moment longer. “Why d’ya like lookin’ at the tree, Raphie?” he finally asked.

Raphie shrugged. “I dunno. It’s pretty. It’s really pretty. I like the colored lights.”

Mikey hummed, and then plopped himself down next to Raphie. “I like the lights, too,” he said. “They’re fun.”

“Yeah,” Raphie agreed. They both sat there for a moment, until Mikey moved to where he was laying down more, his head resting on Raphie’s knee. It didn’t take long for him to fall back asleep, but Raphie didn’t mind. He let Mikey sleep, and he sat there, watching the tree.

His eyes, this time, traveled over the ornaments, looking at the ones that they had been able to use, and the ones that they had cobbled together from pieces they had. He looked at the paper chain, made up of all sorts of different kinds of paper and from different things. They’d done all of that together, and he liked it.

He stared at it for a while longer, until he, again, heard footsteps. They came up behind him and Mikey, but they stopped, and Raphie looked back to see Donnie standing there. “Watcha doing up?” he asked his brother.

Donnie looked at the tree for a moment longer, and then looked at Raphie. “I woke up, and Mikey wasn’t there, and you weren’t there, so I decided to see if you were still out here and if Mikey was with you.”

Raphie nodded and turned his attention back to the tree. “Yeah, we’re here. Mikey woke up cause he had to go to the bathroom, and then he came here and fell asleep.”

Donnie nodded, as if that was what he had expected. “You like looking at the tree,” he said, as he sat down, and settled his arms and head on Mikey’s shell. Mikey didn’t even notice.

Raphie nodded. “I do,” he said. “It’s pretty. It’s a nice thing we did all together.”

Donnie hummed. “It is,” he said. “I liked doing it all together. I think I liked the paper chain the best.”

“Not the lights?” Raphie asked, surprised.

Donnie shook his head. “The lights were fun, but I did that by myself. The paper chain we did all together, and we didn’t have to worry about accidently hurting ourselves.”

“That’s true,” Raphie said.

“Yeah,” Donnie said.

“Where do you think Father found all those ornaments?” Raphie asked after a moment.

Donnie hummed again. “Probably in dumpsters or left outside. It’s sad, because some of them look like they used to belong to families.”

“Yeah?” Raphie asked. “How can you tell?”

Donnie started talking about the things he had noticed about the ornaments, making guesses as to the kinds or types of people that they had belonged to before. At least, he did until he fell asleep right on Mikey’s shell. Raphie didn’t mind. It was nice sitting here with his brothers.

Again, he sat there for a while in silence, just staring at the tree, letting the quiet roll over him. It was kind of nice to be here like this. It was quiet, he had two of his brothers with him, and the tree was on and pretty. He sat there a while, content to just let the moment be.

He almost didn’t hear Leo’s footsteps until they were almost on him. Raphie looked over his shoulder to see Leo coming up beside him, on the side that Mikey and Donnie weren’t sleeping on.

“I woke up and no one was there,” Leo said, answering Raphie’s question before he could ask it.

Raphie shrugged and went back to looking at the tree. “Mikey woke up and had to use the bathroom. Donnie woke up and came to see where me and Mikey were. I’ve been sitting out here. Father said I could.”

Leo nodded and sat down beside Raphie. “It’s late, though,” he said. “Why are you still out here?”

Raphie was quiet for a second. “I dunno. I just really like it. The tree is pretty. The lights are pretty, and it has the chain we made and the ornaments we hung up. And it’s just really nice to just sit out here and look at it in the quiet. I just kinda like how it feels.”

Leo was quiet himself for a moment, and then he nodded. He leaned over on Raphie a bit. “Do you mind if I sit with you in the quiet?” he asked.

Raphie shook his head. “It’s fine.”

The two brothers sat in the quiet for a good long time, just watching the tree and living in the moment. Leo stayed awake longer than Mikey or Donnie, but he eventually fell asleep as well, half-laying on Raphie’s lap. But it was okay. Raphie didn’t mind. He wasn’t far behind Leo, and soon he had fallen asleep, too, curled around Leo, with Mikey’s head still on his other leg, and Donnie still on Mikey’s shell.

In the morning, that was how Splinter found them. The tree was still on, but all four of his sons were curled up in a pile together, sleeping soundly right in front of the Christmas tree. Splinter couldn’t help but smile. Carefully he put the remaining presents under the tree and went to make himself some tea. He quietly came back to the living area with it, and sat down, smiling to himself as he took in the scene.

It was fitting, he reflected to himself, as it was tradition to have presents under the tree, and this morning, he had the best present he had ever been given—his four sons—curled up and sleeping in a little pile together. He would let them wake on their own, but as he sat there and looked at the tree that had so enraptured Raphael, he felt a peace wash over him. Yes. This was the perfect Christmas.

#tmnt-event-blog #peppermint lane #Turtle Pile #TMNT #TMNT 2003 #TMNT 2k3 #tmnt raphael #Turtle Tots #tmnt fan fiction #tmnt fanfic

[snimbusjavy]

Peppermint Lane is a pilot of the Venture League, and second of the Lane Twins.

If her sister Velocity is the one to craft vehicles, it's Pepper the one who loves to test them out. No matter what it is, she'll conquer them all in any terrain she must.

In her eyes, every day is lived to its fullest, always a holiday to her.

#LEGO Universe #Our Universe #Peppermint Lane

[boxfullaturtles]

"Red is only two but he's getting so big!" "If he keeps going at this rate, you won't be able to pick him up by the time he's five, Yoshi!" "...oh." "Ah, now, hang on, don't cry! No, no, Yoshi, don't--don't do this, don't cry! Oh no..."

am i using the @tmnt-event-blog as an excuse to explore my Choosing Hope AU? maybe. should i be writing Adagio? yes. do i regret anything? also maybe.

anyway! enjoy this little tidbit! dunno when/if i'll do another lol

#runs away giggling. trips. falls down the stairs. #rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane board #sage writes turtles #choosing hope au

[cadavorcist]

new sketchbook page number 1 😎

#*brain leaks out of my ears* #ok lets get to the tags 😐 #johnny bravo #miss bellum #shego #mojo jojo #samurai jack #wilt #peppermint larry #courage the cowardly dog #delightful children from down the lane #u know i gots to add them #nicole watterson #father knd #mine

[lemonsharks]

Behold, the Lockwood shelf!

Yes I fashioned a tiny ectoplasmic tongue for tiny plastic Skull using halloween spiderweb and the glue/food coloring … craft stuff. Yes i still need to go over it with a gloss varnish.

Still waiting for the inside of the fucking jar to dry. Hence Himself being, yknow, out.

Flynn is very put out that we stole her shelf.

#and the bottom half of my peppermint rose doll that @taraljc restored for me #lockwood netflix #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood #life in the shark lane

[rosepompadour]

beatrice and ben, under a dancing star Oh, you asked for romance, and you're going to get it.

#under a dancing star #much ado about nothing #storyseekers #litsociety #yalitnet #bookedit #laura wood #i am 98% sure this is my favorite laura wood novel #my shakespearean otp but in the 1930s?! #i must have done something right in a past life because there is no other way to explain the fact that this book exists #my nighttime routine: my morgan lane pink peppermint pjs & a cold glass of milk & barbie's glitterally pink face mask & a laura wood novel #literally no better feeling in the world

[stevenose]

puppy grin (18+)

continuation of this series of blurbs (untitled; adidas)

contains: steve x reader; shy!reader; reader with a vagina; gender unspecified reader; car sex; masturbation (reader); mutual masturbation; dirty talk; cockblocking!!!

your romance, it seems, is only explored when you’re in his car.

steve’s picking you up again - pulling up with his bmw freshly cleaned and waxed. it’s dusk, but you can see his bright eyes and smile through the window as you approach. he’s wearing green - your favorite. a soft crewneck over a white t-shirt. he leans across the center console to unlatch your door for you, a big hand pushing it open.

you’re heading to bowling. this sleazy place in indianapolis that lets anyone under 21 drink. it’s more of a club than a bowling alley, but there are still lanes. half of your group - you, nancy, jonathan, and robin - actually bowl. not really trying, but getting up from your conversations to haphazardly throw the ball and then finishing what you were saying.

eddie and steve are a little different. sometimes eddie bowls, though it’s better if he doesn’t. he’ll try being funny and almost break the alley in half, and none of you would particularly like getting kicked out. it’s a place to drink, after all. but steve’s only ever bowled once, the very first time you went. back when you watched his fingers slide into the holes and wondered what they’d feel like inside of you. when you’d imagine his biceps flexing while he props himself up on top of you.

but after that, he’d pretty much exclusively go off on his own “to be a whore”, as robin put it. dancing up on people, getting them drinks, going off to the bathroom for a make out session and coming back with his hair a mess.

needless to say, you’ve been avoiding bowling.

and you’re curious how it’ll play out, now that you’re doing whatever this is. you sometimes ignore each other when you’re with friends because the sanctity of what you have is too fun and good for them to ruin. hence why the hookups stay in his car.

but your anxiety is quelled when he leans over and takes your face in his hands, pulling you in and kissing you softly, sweetly. tasting like peppermint and vanilla chapstick. you’re almost upset it isn’t cherry, but you decide to be thankful anyway. your face heats at his attention and you’re sure he’s noticed, but he doesn’t say anything other than a very breathy, “hi.”

“hi.” you can hardly look at him. you’ve seen almost every part of him and yet you shy away from his eyes almost every time.

his thumb swipes over your cheekbone. “you ready? it’s a long drive.”

you nod, biting your lip as you grab your seatbelt and settle into your seat. he’s usually a bit more touchy, but you figure he’ll pull over a mile away from the building to stuff his fingers inside of you. or maybe he’ll lay you down in the backseat and eat you out.

but he starts a lot sooner than that. his big hand on your thigh, burning your skin, while he asks about your week. you haven’t had time alone like this in a few weeks. it feels good, just the two of you, no one around to jut in and ruin it.

“could you do me a favor?�� he asks about halfway into the trip, so casual that you figure he needs you to find a lighter for him.

“yeah, of course.”

he smiles at you, squeezes your thigh. his voice drops an octave. “could you show me how you’ve been touchin’ yourself?”

your face heats again. your chest feels hot and cold when you turn to look at him, shy, speechless. this hasn’t happened before.

steve looks out at the road, taps his fingers on your thigh. “you don’t have to,” he sort of mumbles. “just wanna see what you look like when i’m not around.”

you take a deep, shuddering breath, and then face forward again. you let your legs spread slowly, unsurely. this, as usual with steve, is uncharted territory. you let your skirt ride up before looking at him nervously. “should - do you want my underwear off?”

steve looks at you, eyes so warm it makes your chest ache. “how do you usually do it?”

“um.” you feel stupid. “it depends.”

steve hums. “take ‘em off for me? you know i like a souvenir.”

you nod. stomach all tight, fluttering. steve moves his hand back to the steering wheel while you pull your underwear down and off of your legs, putting the fabric in a cup holder. you fear you’ll ruin his seats but steve doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, as your hands reach for your cunt, you figure he actually might like that.

steve reaches back over and pushes your skirt up further. “this okay?” he asks, side eyeing you. “gotta see a little more of you.”

“mhm.” you look at him like he’s the world. you’re so enamored with him. and it isn’t hard for you to obey whatever he asks. you’d truly jump off a bridge if he wanted you to, and you’re relatively confident that he would follow you down. you spread your legs more, your cunt exposed to the air. “like this?”

you’re not relatively confident that he won’t crash the car. he looks for maybe a moment too long, then pulls himself away. “yes. yep. like that, beautiful.”

you hesitate.

“relax, baby,” he coos. “wanna see how you touch yourself when you can’t have me. can you do that?”

you nod, heart pounding. your fingers find your clit and you sigh, leaning back, rubbing in small circles.

“yeah,” he breathes. “tell me what you think about, please?”

“i - i think about when - when you tasted me.”

steve groans, one hand moving down to his crotch to ghost over his growing cock. “our first time together, huh? that’s sweet.”

you bite your lip and nod. “felt so good, stevie.”

he moans again, soft and breathless. “yeah? tasted so good, baby. can’t stop thinkin’ about your pretty pussy, either.”

your fingers feel even more pleasurable now, clit pulsing. “really?”

“you don’t even know. i wore out your underwear in a week. last time?” he interrupts himself with a laugh. “last time, i jerked myself off in the car after i dropped you off just so i could keep smelling you.”

you let your head fall back, eyes drifting shut. “i’d have given you more underwear.”

“i know you would’ve.”

you moan. there’s something about how he knows what he does to you. and yet he’s so whipped for you. “miss your t-tongue.”

“yeah? bet you do. poor little pussy needs attention, huh? you need a kiss?”

“oh my god.”

“you ever use your fingers?”

you shake your head. “they’re not big, doesn’t feel right.”

“jesus.”

your eyes, hooded, open just slightly, enough to see steve pressing his palm into his dick. you grind down on your fingers, rubbing tighter, more focused circles into your clit.

“what about my cock? you ever think of that?”

you don’t know how to answer. because, duh, of course you have. thought of riding him speechless, watching his eyes, all wide and full of wonder, while you take him in deep. or him kissing you hot and sweet while he fucks you in missionary. but you haven’t done that before, and it seems inappropriate.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” you retort, sounding wrecked.

“please?” he begs. “wanna know, do you?”

you nod finally. “but - my fingers -“

“try,” he commands, though his voice cracks. “please, fuck yourself ‘nd think it’s my cock.”

“i’m - i’m allowed?”

“please.”

you can only take one, the stretch overwhelming. but it still works when steve’s panting beside you, your fingers working lazily on your clit. you whimper, grinding onto your middle finger.

“what would you say?” he pants. “if - if you were on my cock?”

“steve,” you moan, chest and neck and face unbearably fired up. “feels so good.”

“yeah?” he’s fucking whimpering. “you think it’ll fit?”

you shake your head. “i’d - but i’d take it.”

he makes a noise deep in his chest. “yeah? you would?”

“mhm. i’d do whatever m-makes you happy.”

“fuck, you’re sweet,” he pants. “such a pretty angel, huh? you all mine?”

“god, yeah,” you mewl immediately. “have been for months.”

the turn signal flips on, and he’s pulling over on the side of the highway. unbuckling himself dangerously fast and throwing himself at you, one hand cupping yours and the other cupping the back of your head. he kisses you fervently, tongue licking into your mouth, rushed and heated.

“want you,” he groans, his fingers on top of yours, feeling you fuck yourself. “wanna feel this pussy on my tongue and fingers and - and my cock, shit!”

he presses open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck while you fuck yourself, your hips gyrating, desperate for more stimulation. “i need you,” you whine, almost crying, so worked up and aching so badly and steve’s just torturing you. “please, steve, i’ll be so good -“

“i know,” he murmurs, replacing the hand playing with your clit. now free, your fingers clench around the door handle while your teeth grit together. “so good for me. look at you. such a sweetheart, huh.” he kisses the shell of your ear. crowds you into the edge of you seat, makes you sweat. “poor thing, fingers aren’t even long enough.”

you shake your head. “please eat me out.”

“after,” he breathes. “promise, baby, let you ride my fuckin’ face on the way back.”

“unh!”

“c’mon,” he continues. “give me one, right now. show me how you make yourself cum.”

steve takes his hand away and you replace it. he leans back, pushing his jeans down enough to free his cock. he licks his hand and starts stroking, watching you with darkened, hooded eyes.

“quick,” he pants, “d-don’t want to be late.”

you’re both so fucked out and desperate to cum that you nearly miss the headlights pulling up behind you. steve, as if he has a fifth sense for getting cockblocked, senses them before looking in the rear view mirror.

“oh, shit!” he gasps. “uh - comp - company -“

you’re lucky you just have to flip your skirt down, while steve’s desperately shoving his aching cock back into his tight levis. just before the figure approaches steve’s mirror, you grab your underwear, balling it up into your fist.

knock knock knock.

steve rolls his window down.

“is everything okay?”

your breath hitches.

“nance,” steve says, sounding much less fucked out than he did thirty seconds ago. you’re sure he’s a pro at recovering from blue balls. “hey, what’s going on?”

nancy quirks a brow. “what’s going on with you? we saw your car pulled over, is everything okay?” she leans down to look at you, frowning immediately. “you look sick.”

you shake your head. “i did feel - i felt sick, but i’m a lot - i’m feeling better.”

she leans into steve’s window - you hope to god she can’t smell your cunt - and reaches out to touch your forehead. “i think you have a fever!”

“no,” you say quickly.

“nance, get outta here,” steve sighs, swatting lightly at her arm. “just motion sick. you know how fast i drive.”

“are you sure you’re okay?” nancy asks. “you’ve been so sick lately, have you seen a doctor?”

if you only knew, you think. “think i’m just stressed out lately, that’s all. i’m - i’m really looking forward to bowling!”

“do you want to ride with me? jonathan can stick with steve, they’ll behave.”

“i’ll drive slower,” steve promises, bouncing his leg anxiously. you’d be surprised if nancy doesn’t know what’s actually happening. “promise.” he looks to you, holding out his pinky. “promise.”

you take it shakily. “i trust him, nancy,” you say over his shoulder. “we’re almost there anyway, right?”

she nods, looking back at her car. “well - okay. if you’re sure.”

you both don’t have much time to breathe after that, as nancy waits for you to pull back onto the road first. steve reaches back over, smoothing down your skirt over your hot skin, whistling low.

“i swear i’ll make you cum with my mouth twice after all of that.”

you laugh and hold out your pinky. “promise?”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #steve harrington smut

[f10werfae]

Sugar Sweet Tongue

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses (requested by anon)

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Lumberjack!Henry

Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“H-Henry stop, y-you’re being bad!” Y/n whimpered pushing down the skirt of her purple uniform, Henry growling as his hands cupped her warm pussy as Y/n’s head popped out of the toilet to check if any more customers had come in. “Ya ever had someone touch ya like this sugar?” Henry whispered, rubbing her clit through her underwear, his other hand greedily groping her tits.

Y/n shook her head, clamping her thighs together to get rid of his eager hands, both of them breaking apart as soon as the bell of the entrance rang out meaning a new customer had entered the sweet shop. Rushing out of the staff toilets Y/n walked out as normally as possible, trying to ignore the tingly itch rising down below. One of her regulars, Mrs.Gorman had come in looking for her usual lemon soothers. Her new older boyfriend now stuck hiding out in the back, but what else was new?

(7 weeks ago)

“Hi, welcome to Sweets Truly, Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n gleamed looking up at the big gruff Henry towering over the counter, his hand throwing down five peppermints along with a two dollar bill. “W-would you like a receipt?” Y/n stuttered holding out the bill of paper, shocked as she felt his rough hands hold her face up to him. “so so pretty, might keep ya all to myself”

And off he went, without missing a beat, the bell of the door causing Y/n to shake herself out of it. The odd man had come in at least thrice that week, and it was only Tuesday, had he a weird addiction to peppermint? Over the next few days he had come in as usual, getting his fill of mints, offering her a different nickname each time.

Inexperienced and naive, Y/n couldn’t help but feel herself whimper every time he looked at her direction, sending a wink, and smirking every time he saw her clench her thighs together. It got to a point where Y/n asked her sweet grandparents for extra shifts just so she could get that feeling again. So one night after closing, she found herself walking down the town’s street just after 9pm, hugging her coat closer to her dress clad body, she felt nerves as she neared the bar filled with rowdy men.

This was the one reason why she hated closing.

“Oh hey pretty lady, where are you off to tonight?” She heard a slurred voice say behind her once she speed walked past the loud bar, a strike of panic rising through her chest as she heard footsteps gaining on her. It’s hard to run in Mary Janes, so Y/n starts to pick up the pace, when all of a sudden a thick arm wraps around her shoulders; tucking her into someones side as they both walked quickly.

“P-please don’t hurt me” Y/n whimpered feeling her eyes start to wet with tears, her hands clutching tightly to her pink cherry purse, containing nothing but extra sweets she wanted to bring home. “Jus’ keep walkin’ sweets, you’ll be okay” She heard that same voice whisper, she knew that voice, she craved that voice.

“M-Mr. Lumberjack?” She whispered, wiping away stray tears with the back of her hand, his hand slowly rubbing up and down her arm softly as they made their way to her house. Both of them walking in a comforting silence, his arm not leaving her shoulders until they arrived in front of the small cottage settled at the bottom of the lane.

‘It all makes sense’ Henry thought looking at the colourful display of flowers surrounding the house, even the vines on the house were spouting red roses and the wind chimes did nothing but play songs. “T-thank you Mr.Lumberjack” Y/n smiled looking up at the grouchy looking man, her sweet smile not faltering once as he just nodded, her mind going blank as he leant down and pressed a wet kiss to her lips. Her eyes left dazed as he pulled away, her tongue left out in the open as a string of saliva connected it with his.

“W-what was that? Did you just k-kiss me sir? Never gotten a kiss before,”

“n’ how’d my kiss feel honey?”

“it felt nice” Y/n whispered twirling on her toes like a schoolgirl, she felt so rebellious, never in her life had she connected so much with a man in such a short period of time in all the 20 something years of her life.

“Yeah? felt good sugar? You’re so adorable ya going to give me a toothache, n’ i’m too old for toothaches sugar. But I want one so bad” He growled bending down to her height, their noses touching as he softly nuzzled them together making her giggle. “Here you go then! I wanted to save them for later, but I won’t miss one!” Y/n gushed rushing to open her purse, handing him a strawberry sucker, but it was already opened.

“Oh wait, i-i’ve started that one. Let me get you-”

“S’okay sugar I want your one, wanna taste it” He winked taking it out of her smaller hands, and shoving it into his mouth, using his hands to motion for her to go inside already as he watched by the front fence.

After all this time, she still didn’t ask how he knew where her house was

(2 Days later)

“M-Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n squealed seeing the same grump walk into the store in the early afternoon, his body clad in work jeans, a white vest and a red plaid over-shirt. She watched as he grabbed a few peppermints and headed to the till, his eyes trained on her every single move.

“Do you get a break?” He asked out of the blue,

“Uh y-yes, in about 10 minutes or so until my cousin gets here!” She smiled bashfully, already screaming yes in her head to the invite she was yet to receive. “Good” Within minutes Y/n had taken off her apron, and had her soft hands clutched onto Henry’s forearm as they strolled down the town’s quietest streets.

“N’ then Mrs Gorman came in, she’s the sweetest thing and she said-“

“Sweets, for a small mouth you sure are chatty” Henry chuckled pulling her along until they reached a secluded part of the park, both of them sitting onto a bench as Y/n just pouted crossing her arms, dramatically twisting her head to look out at the river in front of them. “Ey look at me, sugar, don’t be like that, wan see your purty self” His hand tugged on her chin forcing her to look at him, the sunlight shining down heat on both of them.

“B-but you think i’m annoying and talkative” Y/m huffed leaning forward, her head landing on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, strategically moving her to straddle his lap; the poor woman not seeing how their position was so compromising. “Did you hear those words come outta my mouth?”

“Well no but-“

“Then I don’t think ‘em”

“Can I ask one more question?” Y/n said adorably, batting her eyelashes at him as her fingers fiddled with the empty chain sitting around his bulgy neck. “Go on” He urged pushing back some of the hair that had fallen to her face, tucking it behind her ear and letting hid hand slip down to her exposed shoulder to settle on her waist.

“C-can I have a-another kiss? ‘Been practicin n’ i wanna-“

“Practicing? Practicing with fuckin’ who?” He growled furrowing his brows, his knees that were bouncing stopping. “O-oh no one! Jus’ wanna kiss you but- but I saw this thing online where you can practice with your hand-“

“Your hand? Jesus sugar, don’t scare me like that. Thought you were lipsing some bastard” Henry sighed leaning his head back, smiling at the thought of the woman in his lap practicing kissing for him, wanting to please him so badly. “No never! I-I like your lips, n’ wanna kiss ‘em, if you’ll let me sir” She said shyly, her eyes looking anywhere but his,

“Go on baby, kiss me” He whispered watching as her hands cupped his face, her lips attaching onto his softly, taking his bottom lip in between hers sucking it softly. Henry’s lips softly puckered kissing her back lightly almost as if she’d break, until he felt her tongue poking through his lips, so he decided to play a little game.

Keeping his tongue flat, he smiled to himself as he felt hers wander about his mouth looking for his tongue, tasting her cola lollipop that she had earlier on.

“No fair! Where’s your tongue, jus wanna give you a kissy and you don’t wanna” Y/n grumped bouncing on his lap in protest, her hands cupping his face slightly tighter. “You’re just too cute sugar, jus wan’ to play a little” He whispered bringing her back in for a kiss, his tongue now dominating her mouth; her whimpers and moans filling the air as he felt her start to slowly grind on his lap.

“Woah woah honey what are ya doin?” He laughed pulling back just enough to look down and see her hips rolling against his softly, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“m’sorry i-it feels too good” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress unashamedly, showing the damp spot collecting on her white cotton underwear. “C-can you do something about it Henry? Please?” She whined kissing tiny kisses up his neck, feeling his breath quicken, which made her smile. He clearly liked her too and she was smart enough to see that.

“Sorry bun, m’ gonna save that for when you’re my woman”

“Then make me your woman already! Ask me to be your g-girlfriend or whatever” Y/n whimpered wiggling her hips his, feeling the lust starting to take over. “Really? you wanna be my woman? Sleep in my bed with me every night, wake up in my arms, kiss me goodbye for work and let me work on that sweet pussy of yours?” He whispered kissing her nose, “Mhm! I do I do” She whined, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his choice of vulgar words, words that had always been forbidden in her house.

“Save it for the wedding baby, save it for the wedding”

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Does- does this even count as a turtle pile??

Well, nvm snuggles it is

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Psssst @kirasigncomics , i used some tips here you gave me about coloring✨️👍✨️

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[tmnt-event-blog]

LADIES, GENTLEMEN, MONARCHS AND ALL!

I present to you: Holiday Bingo!

Now, if you all remember: I made a poll with two options of team vs and decorate a thingy. The latter one won, and that results in this!

Holiday Window! For every bingo spot that gets filled, I will add a small decor to the window. For every blackout, there will be a big decor added.

Now, you may ask: “What about a bingo?” Well since December is famous for being the busiest month ever, I made the boards 3x3 instead of the regular 5x5 to make it easier to participate.

Speaking of the boards, I have designed four different boards for everyone to do! Here is a preview of them:

The boards with the prompts will be released this Friday, November 24th! Each will be on a separate post, so look out for that!

Now, time to lay out how this works:

Holiday Bingo FAQ and Rules!

Q. How do I participate?

A. When the official bingo cards go up, you can reblog the card you’re gonna use. After that, you just fill out the prompts with either a drawing or writing. Once you are done, post the board you’re using with the prompt you chose crossed off along with what you made for that prompt (edit: please also @ this bling when you cross a prompt)

Q. What if I make a blackout on my bingo board?

A. If you end up getting a blackout but still wanna do more, then grab another bingo board! Ex: If you blackout on Peppermint Lane, you can fill out the prompts on Candle Night. If you blackout on Candle Night, you have two more options. If you get a blackout on all four… what in gods name is fueling you? (/silly)

Q. Do I draw or write?

A. You can either or both!

Q. What if I only do one prompt and can’t do anymore?

A. Completely chill! Everyone has something going on, I ain’t gonna chastise you for only doing one prompt on your bingo board.

Q. Can I do [insert ship name here]?

A. Unfortunately for this event, ships are not going to be allowed this event. I apologize for anyone who is upset at this, but considering this is a more free range event, I want to stay clear of harassment that could possibly happen due to ships.

Q. Can I do [insert tmnt iteration here]?

A. My gay companion, you can do any iteration. You wanna do Bayverse? Fuckin go for it. You wanna do 1987? Hell yeah, you do you. You wanna do IDW? Slay.

Q. Could I use my au for a prompt?

A. Hell yeah you can!

Q. Could I use my oc for a prompt?

A. As long as they’re with any tmnt character, sure!

Q. Is this an angst event or a fluff event?

A. Both. Both is good.

Q. What’s the rule on NSFW?

A. The same it was for the Halloween gift exchange. If you do not want your boss or teacher to see it, do not post it.

Q. Does it have to include a holiday?

A. It does not! If you don’t celebrate any of the holidays in December, you do not have to include those in what you create. On that same note, if you would like to include a holiday, go for it! Whether it be Christmas, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Yule, or any other holiday in December! Do what you enjoy and will make you happy.

Q. When is the deadline?

A. This event will stay live from November 24th to January 1st. January 1st will be the last day to post any prompts on your bingo board.

Q. Why did you choose a window to decorate?

A. There are some times where I can’t draw for shit, and this is one of those times.

Update: Q. Can I do multiple prompts?

Update: A. Yes, but only two to three prompts

If there are any questions you have for me, feel free to send them my way!

Until then

BOOYAKASHA!!!

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9/36. @tmnt-event-blog

A Splinter Special for Turtle Tot Raph.

"Red?"

He didn't want to come out.

"Red!"

Dad would be disappointed.

"Raphael!"

Oh, dad's definitely disappointed.

Raph's door creaked open as a familiar silhouette stood through the frame. The turtle looked up at Splinter for a moment before turning back around, pulling the blanket over his head.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching him, before he felt the dip on the other side of his bed.

"Raphael, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Raph'll just get yelled at."

"I promise, I won't yell at you."

He bit his tongue, pulling the ends of his blanket closer to his plastron. There was the faint outline of a palm on his shell, rubbing reassuring circles through the fabric and onto the scutes.

"I just want to hear your side of the story."

"It... It wasn't all Raph's fault."

"I know it wasn't... If you'd tell me why."

A pause. Raph pulled the sheets off his head and looked back up at Splinter. "Leo said stuff, acting like he's the king of everything... It's not my fault I proved him wrong."

"Red, you broke his arm..."

"Raph knows! But if he didn't say that stuff... I wouldn't have..." He trailed off, eye contact grew difficult to maintain.

Dad sighed.

"You know you're physically stronger than your brothers." His voice was gentle, almost nonchalant and casual. Dad adjusted himself on the bed, not exactly forcing the snapping turtle to look at him, but encouraging it. Raph remained firmly under the blanket, but did sneak a peak. "It's okay to roughhouse, it's natural; I encourage it! But it's not when you get angry, and especially when you use that anger to hurt them."

Raph turned fully at that.

A question that remained on his tongue was finally pushed out. "Are... Are they scared of Raph?"

"A little... Maybe."

Wetness pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"But like broken bones, your bond with them can heal."

"They won't forgive Raph."

Dad chuckled, pulling the snapping turtle into a closer hug. He was getting up there in size, where Splinter might struggle to wrap the circumference of his whole arm around him. "Who ever said that?"

"I hurt them... Raph was bigger than his brothers, and got them hurt... All because he got mad." The turtle held onto his forearms, gripping at them tightly. The watery feeling around his eyes rolled down his cheeks. He stifled a sob, the arms around his frame only tightening in some semblance of comfort.

"My son, your strength isn't an inherently bad thing..." Dad gently lifted an edge of the blanket to wipe away at his tears, "Just as such power can destroy, it can also protect."

Raph dared to look up once again at his dad, seeing the solemn smile on his face.

"And give your brothers some credit, too," Splinter rubbed the top of Raph's head, "They'll bounce back. They always do."

The turtle laughed a little in response, the shy chortle he made ebbing away at the guilt he felt prior. Splinter reached from behind Raph. "And... If you want to apologise to Blue, I'm sure he'd like that."

"I... What if Raph gets angry again?"

"Ah, glad you asked," Dad chuckled, pulling a stuffed bear into view, "Whenever you feel angry, or frustrated, or anything like that, you can give this bear a squeeze..."

Gently, Raph took the toy into his hands.

"But... if I squeeze, he'll break."

Splinter made a show of thinking of the answer, before gently side-eying Raph and giving him another endeared pat on the head, "You'll find a way... I know you love your brothers, and they all love you."

Dad pushed himself off the bed and stretched, "So... What are you going to do now, Red?"

His resolve steeled, "Raph will keep his brothers safe."

Splinter smiled in response. "I'm glad."

#rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane #rottmnt raph #rottmnt splinter

[aquietwritingcorner]

Knitting

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Title: Knitting Challenge: TMNT-Event-Blog’s “Peppermint Lane” Bingo Care (Raphael) Prompt: Knitting  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1605  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters: Raphael, April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Master Splinter Warning: NA Summary: Christmas Day is almost here, and Raph is trying very hard to complete his gifts. Hopefully, they’ll be well received.    Notes:    AO3 || ff.net

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Knitting

A while back, Master Splinter had taught Raphael how to knit as a way of helping him with his anger. Raph had thought it was kind of a stupid idea, but he’d been willing to try. He’d let his anger get the better of him too many times and he was willing to try anything to keep it from getting out of control.

He’d been surprised to find that it actually helped. Something about the repetitive motion and knowing that he had to be careful with his movements had actually been calming. Unlike the physical activity that he had tried before, the concentration that was needed to do something so precise allowed the anger to be pushed to the back of his mind, where his brain unconsciously dealt with it. A lot of it just dissipated and allowed him to think through the incidents that made him angry instead of simmering in them. He began to understand why Don would go work on his projects, or Mikey would cook or draw, or even why Leo would turn to running through katas with absolute precision when they were upset. Something about having to concentrate on something that precisely helped.

And so, the knitting had turned into a habit.

His first pieces weren’t very good. They were lumpy and knotted, with mistakes in them. A lot of those were from where he had moved too fast or let his anger take over. But over time his skill had improved, his anger had smoothed out, and his workmanship had improved. And while he wasn’t necessarily fast with it, he had created some good pieces.

But what he was doing now? It wasn’t something he was making because he was angry. No, he hadn’t wanted to work on this in anger at all. What he was making now he wanted to be from him and not a product of his anger. So, he sat in his room, or in the garage, or any place, really, that seemed like a good place to go, and worked on his projects. It took a lot of time, but it was paying off, as he was almost finished with the last one. He just had a little more to go on it, and he was determined to finish it up tonight. After all, if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be ready in time, not with Christmas being tomorrow.

So, Raph sat in silence, hidden up in some of the upper pipework, and knitted, working in a soothing rhythm, for the next couple of hours. Finally, when he was finished and was satisfied with his work, he finished off, grabbed everything, and made his way to his room, where he wrapped the present and put it under the tree for the next morning.

Christmas came early the next morning, with Mikey enthusiastically announcing it to the lair. Raph groaned and rolled over in his hammock. He wanted to complain about Mikey waking everyone up like this, but truthfully, he knew that if Mikey didn’t, he’d miss it.

“Raph! Raph! Raphie! Wake up!” Mikey was suddenly in his room, shaking him like he was twelve instead of twenty-one. "It's Christmas!"

Raph reached back and swiped at Mikey. “As if I didn’t already know,” he growled out.

Mikey gave him one last shake. “Christmas, Raphie, come on!”

He heard Mikey run out of his room, heading to make sure their other brothers were up, and Raph let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. He wasn’t sure why Mikey was so insistent on getting up early. They wouldn’t be opening presents until later, when Casey and April could get there. It was going to take them a little bit, too. Mornings and April weren’t agreeing lately, so they’d get to the lair when they got to it.

Still, it was nice to be with his family. They all ended up in the kitchen, where they worked together to cook breakfast. They ate it, in relatively good moods, and cleaned up together. Splinter had them go over the lair to make sure it was clean and ready whenever April and Casey made it. They spent some time just goofing around, playing video games, teasing each other, watching TV. Eventually, Splinter called them all back to the kitchen to work on preparing lunch. By the time they heard the door open and Casey and April announce themselves, most of lunch was prepped or in the oven so it would be ready to eat not long after they opened presents.

“We’re here!” Casey called out, and Mikey scampered from the kitchen in a hurry, rushing to April’s side, as he usually did. The rest of them followed a bit more slowly.

Casey was already at April’s side, helping her down the stairs. Mikey took up the other side, grinning happily. April was six months pregnant, able to do plenty on her own, but she had long ago given up protesting the extra help, not with all of them being over-protective.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” she greeted. “Sorry it took so long.”

“Nonsense,” Splinter said. “We are simply happy that you are here.”

They made their way to the living room, Don and Leo having gone back to the sewer slider they’d lent the couple just for this, to get the presents. Once those were there and everyone was ready, the opening of presents began.

Most of the presents were things that were wanted or that were useful. Don got some new beakers, and a set of sci-fi books he’d been eyeing. Leo had a beautifully illustrated vintage copy of The Hobbit and some incense. Mikey was given an autograph from one of his favorite comic book artists and some new art supplies. Splinter was given candles and a brand new robe. April received the new book she had been wanting, and a heating pad for her back. Casey got a set of tools he’d needed replaced and a new hockey mask. Raph was given new yarn and needles and set of boxing gloves that had been altered for his hands. There were other items, as well, such as gifts of food, or smaller things, and Raph had given everyone something hand-knitted, such as gloves or a hat, or, in April’s case, a sweater that she immediately pulled on.

And yet there was one present left.

“Who’s that one for?” Mikey asked as he looked at the big box.

Leo was closest and he checked the tag. “It says… the baby.”

“The baby?” April said, automatically laying a hand on her stomach. “But he’s not even born yet.”

“Doesn’t appear to have mattered to someone,” Don said, helping Leo to bring the box over to the soon-to-be parents.

“Open it! I wanna see what’s inside!” Mikey said.

Everyone eagerly watched as the couple opened the box, while Raph shifted in place. He watched as they opened it up, and then paused in surprise. After a moment, April’s face softened, and she looked up at him.

“Raph… you did this, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Bro,” Casey said, a bit of awe in his voice. “This is…”

“I just—I wanted to make sure that I had it done in time,” Raph said. “And I know he ain’t due for a few more months, but you’re also getting the nursery ready, and what if he comes early? I just wanted you to go ahead and have it.”

“What is it?” Mikey asked, trying to peer into the box. “What did he make?”

Carefully, April began pulling out the pieces that Raph had knitted, using only the softest of yarns that he could find. A pale blue baby blanket with silver running through it. A navy blue bumper for the cradle, and another for the crib. Soft washcloths and towels in shades of blues, greens, browns, and tans. A shawl for April, that was big enough to wrap around her and the baby, and buttoned, so she could nurse if she needed to. Hats, mittens, booties, swaddles, and sleeping sacks in various colors and sizes. A half-dozen pacifier holders in different colors. A cover for the infant carrier, to keep the baby warm. And three soft toys, one of which rattled.

“Bro…” Mikey breathed out.

“You made all of that?” Leo asked.

“Raph, that’s incredible,” Don said.

“Well done, Raphael,” Splinter said.

“They’re so soft,” Casey said. “And there’s so much.”

Raph shifted in place again, not sure what to do with the amazement of his family. “It was no big. I just looked up stuff that babies would need, you know? And I figured, well, I could make some of it. It just sort of… kept going, that’s all.” April carefully set aside the items in her lap, and pushed herself up, heading over to Raph. She threw her arms around him, hugging him closely. “It’s wonderful, Raph,” she said. “They’re beautiful and perfect, and so much better quality than anything I’ve seen. It’s a wonderful gift. Thank you so much!”

Raph hugged her back, his nerves fading as he did. “It ain’t nothing, April,” he said. “Just what I could do to welcome him in.”

April pulled back a little, smiling at him even though her eyes were moist. “It was the perfect gift, and I couldn’t have dreamed of anything better.”

“Merry Christmas, April,” he said, and then moved his hands down to her stomach. “And Merry Christmas, little guy.”

A gentle pressure rested on his hand, and April laughed.

“Merry Christmas, Raphael,” she said, “From both of us.”

Raph smiled. It really had turned out to be a good Christmas.

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[boxfullaturtles]

"You knew this would happen, didn't you!? And you just sat there and watched! You let this happen!" "I knew it was wrong to start their mystic training so early, but I didn't know that Donnie would get hurt! Despite what you might think, I can't see the future! I never could!" "Then what is the point of you!? What is the point of all your preaching and warnings and--and THIS!? What is the point of all of it!?" "...hope, Yoshi. The point has always been hope."

does...does this count as 'training'?

anyway uuuhh mark another spot off on @tmnt-event-blog's bingo!

#i am having fun telling a story this way! maybe i'll tell the whole au through stuff like this idk #rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane board #sage writes turtles #choosing hope au #i wanna do some art but hhhhh im so buuussyyy