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hello!! well technically i'm trying lmfao, i'm not making any promises 🥲😩 but i do have to warn you, they're very different than the usual turtle boys. they won't be as friendly or kind or warm towards you so pls keep that in mind :")

It’s good to have you guys back, and I hope that you all have been doing well. Truthfully, it has been awhile but I know how life can get. So, welcome back and once again. You all have truly been missed.

See you all again soon.

ah hello, love. thank you so much <3 i'm not promising anything this time lmao but i honestly just really like lurking in the shadows anyway ;)

hello hello! thank you so much darling! i guess i am? 🤭 i was always still here, just had a lot of things going on. but i'm so glad to see your sweet message :")

But.

Although Raphael “likes“ Immogene, he pushes down any feelings towards her, tout suite. So, maybe a spin off of one of the prompts. Why does she keep popping up? He probably knows…but the Brute doesn’t pussy foot around when he wants to know something.

Thank you!

i feel like i've definitely misinterpreted this lmao but i hope you enjoy regardless ❤ i wanted to have convo between them two originally but it didn't go to plan so it's him and don. hence why it's so rushed 😭

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"you like her" donatello skimmed his fingers gently against the wall as he walked in. he sat upon the chairs, eyes watching his older brother carefully. he deduced the following observations, one that his hot-headed brother was unnaturally quiet and the second was something, or rather someone, plagued his thoughts

"hm?" the brute was captured in a daydream, his toothpick caught between his scarred lips as his fingers toyed with his pen, dangerously close to snapping.

"immogene" it was her name that startled him, the pen shattering and flying opposite sides of the room. raphael composed himself, sitting upright as he eyed the genius carefully. the other looked at him calmly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. he knew, of course he did.

Would you be able to do this prompt dialogue for Mikey. I was thinking he was having a conversation with my girl Sera, or not. It really is up to you

i'm not familiar with your oc so i'll just use this prompt with mikey and someone else :)

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"you know, it's okay to be vulnerable sometimes" april's voice was gentle, as she softly knocked upon his bedroom door. his back was to her, looking at himself in the floor length mirror. what had he become over the years, someone he didn't even recognise. his suit was off, his shirt stained red. the wound on his arm looked sore but his focus was on something entirely different.

"i don't know what you mean" he shrugged, tightening the bandage on his bicep. the blood had stopped for a while but it didn't stop the shooting numbing pain that ran through his body. still the physical pain was better than the emptiness that consumed his being whole. like a suffocating bubble, without the comfort of the light at the end. an indication that it would pass. maybe this wouldn't.

april leaned against his door, her heart breaking for the youngest mutant turtle. it was like the towering man had been replaced by a small boy and she wanted nothing more to hold him tight until those pieces fixed themselves.

"how did we end up here" he whispered as he stared at himself in the mirror. his heart ached painfully, this was probably the lowest he had ever felt in his life. nothing helped it, nobody knew. how could they, he was expected to be a strong warrior. yet every night a piece of that facade would crumble and out spilled those forbidden tears until the sun awoke and he became that stoic turtle once more.

"mikey...." april entered the room but his form straightened, indicating that moment they shared was over. for now he must face the rest of the day and the horrors it brought. the fear, the anger, the pain, the crushing sadness all of it swallowed and not to be spoken of. he had a job to do, a role to fulfil and he'd be damned if his emotions would stop him from completing it.

"we're a living weapon, stained with blood from countless kills" perhaps these words would remind him of his place, that cold stone hearted mutant staring back at him. he could faintly hear his younger self, promising himself he'd turn out to be someone better.

"last time i checked, we don't cry" he looked at her through the mirror, the first time in that interaction he made eye contact. those eyes once held so much light and love and now they had been diminished to a dark grey abyss. so much that he needed to say, to feel, to heal but in his world he couldn't. he would never.

yes. you can choose to include yourself with them or i'll just assume they're just between the boys/splinter only :) if you have interacted with the boys on a personal level, it will be more intimate

“Why is it that Christmas time makes us think of those both near…and not so near.” Immogene chuckled softly. “A different way of ‘Pine’ing I guess.”

Tucking a stay curl behind her ear she smiles softly. “I always think of you with fondness though.”

She pauses to consider her words. “I don’t think you’re one for the traditional seasonal greetings. So, instead I wish that if it’s cold, you are warm you find something that makes you smirk.”

Raphael looked up from his desk, his hands paused as they flipped to his next page. The frown on his forehead loosened the slightest, his face was unreadable as he analysed her from top to bottom.

A strange feeling entered him, something foreign. Something he hadn't felt in years, a promise. Promise of hope, promise of companion around this time. But the last time time he was this vulnerable to someone, she ended up being the biggest thorn in his side. So he forced it down, forced it to not rear its ugly head ever again. Instead he glanced at her once more, this time reclining a little back so he saw her in all her glory. He had no shame letting his eyes flicker up and down her figure, finally resting at those eyes.

So many words he so badly wanted to say but one could pass his lips. He settled on the first thing to his head, a short chuckle escaping his scarred lips as he lifted his drink.

this is so sweet, thank you ashley. i decided to answer because i kinda wanted a deeper meaning to this ask. i also don't celebrate this festival so if something doesn't line up, i apologise 🤍

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ah christmas, the season of joy or in this case, sadness

christmas was always a celebration each boy hated for their own reason. loss of partners, loss of family, loss of hope and joy, loss of everything. each boy works in the office, secluded from each other, locked in their own respective rooms. there's no trees, no decorations, no happiness, just another day at work. just another typical day in the mafia. but there's a sadness that looms about, heavy in the air.