#tmnt 03 raph

After having to skip out on the past few Magma's after party drawing games, I'm happy to jump back in! It was fun as always and of course great practice. Got to be fairly silly which was fun ehehe.

Prompts

1 - Frozen Over 2 - Turtle + Other Hyperfixation Of Yours >:3 3 - Spring Has Sprung 4 - Memes 5 - Color Pallet 6 - Superpowers 7 - Battle Ready 8 - Supermarket Trip (Gone Wrong) 9 - We Are NOT Having A Baja Blast Right Now

Embarrassing. jpg cause wdym the original korean actor of the kdrama dub you just did is your roommate's uncle

For reference Don 03 played the 2003 show just as a struggling med student in New York to pay the bills. (They be snatching anyone off the streets back then) but does acting every once in a few moon back in Korea when he needs that bag.

WC: 1k

It was heartbreaking to see the erasure of April and Casey, but they had to choice but to follow the turtles to avoid an erasure of their own. There was an electric panic flowing through the air as everyone awaited the Donnies to open the portal. They stood next to Raphael, as they did as often as they could while staying inconspicuous. The white void creeping up on the group, they shifted closer to Raph, inching away from their demise. Whiteness began to creep up their leg, and in a panic, they latched onto Raphael, as they always did when they were seeking safety while he was around, and as the smaller Donatello raised his arm to hit the device, they panicked and used a hand to slap Raphael on the top of his plastron. His head immediately shot in their direction, and when their eyes met Raph’s, they blurted out, with the void reaching their hip, 

“Raphael, if we’re gonna die, I need you to know that I’m in love with you! I have been ever since the summer two years ago.” They flinched when the void reached partway up their midriff. “I’ll miss you, thanks so much for everything!” They pressed their face into his bicep, shutting their eyes tight, and they felt a pull.

“Y/n!”

 When they continued to feel their own existence, they winked one eye open, then the other. With the surprise, the released their hold on Raph’s arm, and they were not given a chance to process or say anything before the action had swept everyone away. 

It was only when everything had calendar down, and everyone had been returned to their home dimension that they had realized the confession that they had made. Raphael had been their best friend for years, at least three before they had realized their feelings for him, and in thinking their death was imminent, they had revealed everything. A new panic had seized them, and they felt the urge to escape before he could remember that they had said anything. Rushing off, with a quick excuse, they had reached their apartment.

They had gone into the kitchen to preheat the oven, when they had tensed up at the sound of their living room window sliding open. Turning their head, they saw Raphael walking towards them. They quickly turned off their oven and began walking around him, heading for the front door. 

“Hi, Raph! So sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush at the moment. But we’ll hang later, yeah?” They said, an obvious lie, to both Raph and themself. He was in front of them in a flash, blocking the door. 

“This is more important.” He said. They froze, then took a step back.

“I doubt it.” Was their response. 

“I don’t.” He said. “We gotta talk.” They turned on their heel quicker than someone could snap their fingers, and began walking back into the living room. 

“Now’s really not a good time.” Their voice was shaking out each word. He followed them, and they went to shift their movements and head into their bedroom, feigning grabbing their pajamas, and trying to head back into the living room to reach the bathroom. Just as they were passing behind the couch, They were forced against the wall, their pajamas falling from their hands onto the floor. Raph had their hands pinned, and was using his other hand to block any chance of escape that they might have had, even though the probability of that was very little. He let out a noise that sounded a bit too similar to a growl. 

“Stop runnin’ from me.” He barked. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, and that's final. We gotta talk, and we’re gonna talk.” He had always had a thick New York accent, but it only got stranger with the emotion that entered his voice. They started rambling before he could get a word out. 

“Look, just please forget what I said earlier. We’re not dead, so there’s no reason for you to have heard it! Just pretend I never said anything! I don’t need anything from you, I don’t need you to reciprocate!” They had exclaimed. “But please, please, I am begging you, please, don’t let this change anything or ruin our friendship. You, your brothers, April and Casey, and Splinter, you all are the best friends I’ve ever had, and I can’t handle the idea of losing you all. I’ll go through a hundred rebounds if I have to, to get over you. I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me lose my friends, Raph, please!” He looked at them incredulously.

“Do you really think so lowly of me that you think I’d do that?” He sounded bewildered. 

“Of course not!” They were quick to say. “I think very highly of you. So highly that I can’t handle the thought of losing you, even as a friend. Especially as a friend.” he just stood there for a moment, staring at them, and they could feel the anxiety building within their chest, their heartbeat quickening. Raphael’s eyes quickly looked them up and down, before going back to staring hard into their eyes, his glare harsh and angry. They could feel water begin to build in the corners of their eyes, their eyebrows raised and pinched together to the point of discomfort. For a split second, Raphael’s gaze softened, before the air was knocked out of them. Their eyes shot wide open as his face crashed against theirs, his lips pressing against theirs. Their eyes fluttered shut as the kiss deepened, and he released their wrists, allowing their arms to wrap around him, pulling him even closer, his own arms reciprocating their actions. Eventually, they both ran out of air, and pulled their lips away to catch their breath. He rest his forehead against theirs and chuckled lightly. Confusion filled their eyes. 

“How ‘bout I call in some pizza and we have a little dinner date, yeah?” He suggested lightly. 

(written for @yellowhollyhock's challenge)

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Day 3: Eye for an eye

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Don shuffles closer on nimble, quiet feet. He's always so silent, always was, even back then, and while Raph has long since trained himself to be aware of everything near him in a half-mile radius, this still catches him by surprise. He's lost practice in being aware of Donatello, after all.

"How'd," Don begins and stops. Licks his dry lips once. "Can I ask… how'd it happen?"

Raph huffs through his nose, a dismissive sound. The texture of the eyepatch between his fingers is rough, faded purple thread stitched across it to mend a new tear. If he still held sentimental feelings for inanimate things, he'd be devastated at it right now, but he doesn't, so he isn't. War doesn't leave room for that.

"Doesn't matter." He answers with a grunt, because Don—this Don, this young, innocent, wide-eyed baby, what else could he call him—isn't like him. He still holds sentimental feelings for things. Things like his eye, apparently. "Was a long time ago."

Don swallows, the click in his throat audible. "Oh." He says. "Did it hurt?"

"Like a bitch." Raph scoffs, thinking of light glinting off a bloodied knife and the horror woven through twin screams of his own name. "Worst pain I've ever felt."

"Oh." Don says again, too quiet, and a voice in Raph's mind calls him a liar.

He sighs heavily, and ties the ends of the eyepatch behind his head before he turns. No need for this baby to see any more of the mottled flesh than he already has.

Don looks so… small, shoulders hunched to his ears, hands tightly wound around his bō and lip bitten unsurely. It's such a drastic difference from the bright sparkling beacon of light Raph used to remember him as. Maybe Don left that version back in the past the same way he did.

"If it makes you feel any better," Raph finds himself saying, "I gave the other guy hell for it. Eye for an eye and all, right?"

Don glances up. There doesn't seem to be any relief on his face. And the same voice in Raph's mind reminds him that he's really lost his touch on the whole making-his-brothers-feel-better thing. Too bad. "Right."

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~Storytime with Mikey~

Hello again! I recovered that Crossover of my my little guy, and mikey i guess õ^õ.......

So get to the point, storyline of mm×rise Leos crossover is almost done, but with third look, i decided to not end it (i'm so sorry) cuz, they turned out really bad. The story, emotions, words and, in general the idea went the wrong way.

(Maybe if you ask i'll know that someone really read my talks and post everything that already done here)

Fun sketches below!