Matsu Games Pt. 2

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I realized I've been beating myself up with the thought that I can't write unless it's for something, and its clean and finished, which isn't good. This is my first step to try and get out of that!

Rise Raph × reader angst!

Red Red Red

Word count: 363

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Your vision blurred, the bright things brighter from the cold that teased the edges of your eyelids but didn't dare fall. The pain had been so much just moments before, but too much morphed into nothing, either thanks to shock or something else. You flinched and turned away from an impact you heard to your left, only for light to breach the rubble that had you trapped.

"Softy!"

You recognized that gruff voice, even further recognized the red masked face that looked at yours.

"Hey, Raphie," you murmured, only for the use of your voice to push discomfort up your throat until you coughed it out.

Raphs eyes looked so small, so scared, focused lower on your body rather than your face. You hated seeing him so uneasy. He was rarely free of unease. You felt so bad for doing this to him.

His hand must have touched you, as the buzzing ache turned sharp and ripped a screech from your chest. He pulled his hand away immediately, eyes glancing to the red you saw painting his skin, only for him to instead look at your face. You wondered, same as him, how you were the one so calm in this moment. Tears fell from his eyes, fat and wet and soaking his mask a similar color to his hand.

"I-I can't- not you," he begged, your name coming out a strangled sound.

"You won't," you replied, doing your best to smile just to sell it. He didn't say he didn't believe you.

His hand, painted in red, colored your skin and hair as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your tears finally falling aswell. It surprised you when his lips crashed into yours.

And he smothered you, and you wanted nothing more. Your lips moved against his like it'd be the last time, knowing it'd be the last time, desperately trying to convey just how much you love him. He returned it with an even greater level of care, trying to convey just how much he needed you.

Everything faded away in that kiss. The world, the pain, sight and sound and touch.

Raph sobbed alone.

something I drew in 2023,some of those really came from long long time ago,but I love those silly doodles still:D

me and my brother interaction reminded me of them so I drew it

I'm Leo in this scenerio

VOTE CARMINE N MIKEY RAAAHHHH

TMNT OCxCanon Comp Round 1

Learn more under the cut!

Carmine

@borderline-bat

Ship: Carmine x Mikey, Sunrise Lovers

Carmine is the beloved daughter of Boss Bruce and the heir to the Masters of Barbarianism empire. She was raised to know how to fight, but she keeps a low profile and usually feels bored and overprotected. She loves her father dearly and she's spoiled rotten, but she has an open mind and a kind soul.

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Sharron Tatoploulos

@zinzabee

In a Queerplatonic Relationship with Rise Raphael

Two large dorks with the biggest hearts & MAJOR eldest sibling trauma come to lean on and support each other through the craziness that is their lives. They’re besties, they’re sparring partners, they’re sharing a single braincell. They lift each other up (metaphorically AND physically) and bust each others’ chops relentlessly. They love each other and understand each other more than anyone else in their lives.

I have a fanfic going right now if anyone is interested in reading a QPR written by someone on the acespec: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43621986/chapters/109685238(

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can i ask what lineart brush and software you used for ur latest post :-))

Hellooooo, i draw in IbisPaint and these are the brushes i usually use <3

I lov him sm he's underrated

MICHELANGELO!!!! porfavor :>

OMGGGG I LOVED YOUR WRITING WITH ICHIMATSU (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

If it's not too much trouble, could you write something with Osomatsu? (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) Only if you want to!

Thank you, have a nice day/night! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

OMG THIS WAS SO NICE TO FIND ! I already had something written for Osomatsu actually, as he's my favorite, but that was specifically for my self insert. I wrote something new for this request instead! Though, lemme know if y'all want my self insert content too..

Worth it

Osomatsu fluff, horror movie, his pov, no specific gender on reader.

Word count: 437

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Osomatsu was being incessant. It was one of his best qualities, actually, if anyone were to say anything. And he was using that best quality on you today, bugging you at your place of work, causing looks from any passing customers. It's not like he cared.

"C'mon! You're not doing anything, why not watch a movie with me?"

"Oso, I've told you I'm no good at watching horror movies."

"I'll hold ya if you get scared," he teased, giving you one of his best grins.

"Fuck no."

He wilted, hanging his head and groaning loudly before perking in a second.

"Look! Look. One movie; no smooching, no grabbing, not even touching."

Unless you want me to-

"Fine."

His eyes widened. Was he still in his head? There was no fucking way you really-

"My place, I'm guessing. One horror movie."

"Yes! Yes, oh my God- uh-hah-" He was still in disbelief.

"I'll see you at ten."

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This was bad. He was gripping his jeans, sitting straight, and it wasn't even cause he was struggling to keep his hands off you. Well, he was, but for different reason than usual. You sat with a knee up, wearing comfy clothes that he had never seen you in, and with a bowl of popcorn in your lap. He couldn't even look at you, the screen having his attention. It was a typical horror movie scene, some girl making the wrong choices in a chase, and he was sweating. You had no reaction, seeming almost bored, and he had really thought he'd be fine. Things weren't how he planned at all.

"Oso?"

He flinched, only noticing he had been shaking thanks to your question. "I'm fine!"

Looking at you, your expression seemed amused, if a little confused.

"Okay, if you say so."

The screen flashed with a jumpscare and he screamed, jumping and crawling up on the back of your couch, eyes closed tightly. He screamed again when he felt something touch him, eyes opening wide in a panic and just seeing your hand. You had leaned over; the popcorn bowl was set on the side table. He could feel his face burning.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

He looked down at his own lap, your hand on his knee.

"You think I'd ever say no?" He replied, still trying for his typical type of response. You rolled your eyes, seeing through him easily and scooting close, wrapping an arm behind him. The fear was worth it, he thinks, his head on your shoulder so he could turn into your soft hair when things got too scary.

DAY 15

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