I'm going to leave Tumblr. The reason being there is to much hate and tired of seeing unappriotate things on here, even though I scroll past. But it is beginning to be to much. I'll leave my page open, but this decision I need to make. Thank you to anyone who has followed me.
So I went and saw the movie Reader Player One and I loved seeing all the genre's of games and movies I know and love. One thing that I did notice that all the tmnt fans will get a kick out of is a quick, few second, scene where you get see the bayverse turtles in it. Thought I'd share that in case any of the tmnt fans go see the movie. Anyways I loved the movie and think it's worth seeing.
Happy birthday @kampiestarz. Hope you have an awesome day 😀
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Omg thank you so much @androgynousnightmareshark !!!❤️❤️😊 I really like this ask thanks for sending it in!
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After hours of coercing him, Donnie finally made his way to bed. His latest project involved lots of intricate circuitry and precision work. As much as you love the guy, hunching over a single circut board for hours will be his downfall.
You could barely read his blueprints so they weren’t much help, but from what you had gathered he was trying to upgrade the alternator on the Dumptruck so it could handle a higher power output. He’s re-wiring half the truck in the process.
A sigh escaped you lips before you rolled up your sleeves and set to work. Almost two hours ago you realized that most of his calculations were off so you decided to start there. Jesus, he was more tired than you thought? 1.67 X 4 was not 8. Close but you knew from experience that rounding up tends to not end well when it come to electrical work.
An hour later all of the calculations have been redone. You had tried to mimic his scribbled handwriting as close as possible, and you had to admit you were getting closer every time you did this. No, this wasn’t the first time you’d worked on Donnie’s projects when he wasn’t around. Most often you did it while he was sleeping, occasionally you would tweak something while his back was turned.
You never really told anyone you knew about this kind of stuff. If Donnie knew he probably wouldn’t like you messing with his stuff… But you could save hours of work by just fixing this one thing! You knew it was a bad habbit but you didn’t want to come off as a know-it-all. So you just “worked in the shadows”. Heh.
As you leaned over the desk you grabbed the alternator and gave it a closer look. The metal was cool as you turned it over in your hands. Grabbing a screwdriver, you removed the outer layers to get a better look at the rotor. You smiled. Don definitely made it from scratch. Upon closer inspection you realized the Rotor and Stator fit into each other in an oddly specific way.
“This alternator is wack.”
“What? No, what about it is wack?”
“Well the rotor and stator don’t have a smooth finish and fit together like puzzle pieces instead of-OH MY GOD!”
You whipped around to see Donatello leaning on the doorway of the lab. He had the biggest stupid dorky grin on his face.
“My hypothesis was prooven correct:,” he walked towards your fidgeting form, “You have been doing my work when I go to bed.”
He’s not mad, in fact he looks more excited than anything. Your hands played with the Hem of your shirt as he stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.
“I-I uh, I just thought you may need some adjustments to your design, and-uh-your, uhm, math was a bit off so I took the liberty of-uh correcting it…” Your voice fluttered in and out.
Your lower back pressed against the lip of the work table. Donnie reached around you to grab your notes. Curse his long arms and perfectly sculpted torso… And long shapely legs-No, focus! As his eyes read the paper his smile started to dissapear and his brows furrowed. Your stomach dropped as you watched him. You had double, no, triple checked the math so you were certain that it was correct.
“Is my handwriting really this bad?”
He looked at you in complete seriousness. Well, that’s not what you expected him to say.
“No I mean really,” he ventured bending down so you could both look at the paper, “did you really need to make a letter reference?”
You couldn’t help it any more and bursted with laughter. He was really concerned about his bad handwriting?! No problem with you messing with his stuff, just insulted by your imitation of his scribbled thoughts.
“C'mon!” Donnie let out a giggle of his own.
“How-how long have you known?” You ventured between breaths?
“That what my handwriting was bad?”
“No silly goose! That I was working on your stuff.”
He straightened out smiling down at you before stepping to the side and organizing the rest of the notes.
“Honestly? I made my hypothesis about a week ago, but I’ve known for..hmm-about an hour?”
“An hour?!” That meant that Donnie had been watching you actively work, and did nothing to stop you. How did you not notice?
As if reading your mind ha said, “You’re a very diligent worker.”
You flushed and covered your face in shame. Oh my God. He’s giving you the ‘your so cute’ smile.
“Tomorrow we can figure out what’s wrong with the alternator, but for now I think it’s time for the genius to you to bed.”
You smiled. Yeah he was your big ge-
“Her boyfriend should get some rest too.” ❤️
This is so cute 😀
I need the second part to sticks and stones!😭
So do I 😂😂
You have me in suspense with part 1 and I don't know how many times I've read it, but it's killing me lol.
I finally got the the last uncharted game, though I'm still sad that nates story is done and over with. I was not a big fan of Chloe in the series, but I admit that I actually began to like her in the lost legacy. I haven't finished playing the game, but I'm already wishing that Naughty Dog would make a new series of uncharted with Chloe. To get to know her past little by little in the game, is interesting. So to me it's worth playing, even if your a Nathan drake fan.
Hi, I really like your blog! I was wondering since you're an editor, how do you do dialogue with quotes. I always get confused where its a comma or not.
Thank you so much, anon! There are tons of guides online for dialogue punctuation (try here or here for full explanations), but here’s a quick refresher:
Bob said, “If your dialogue tag—’Bob said’ in this example—comes at the beginning, it should look like this.”
“If you’re using a dialogue tag at the end, end with a comma, and don’t capitalize your dialogue tag,” Bob said.
“If you split up the quoted sentence around the tag,” Bob said, “it should be punctuated like this.”
“Unless your quote is two separate sentences,” Bob said. “In that case, there is a period after the tag.”
“You can also leave out the dialogue tag completely, if you know for sure who’s talking.”
“What about question marks?” Bob said. “Shouldn’t we capitalize the tag after a question mark or exclamation point?”
“Nope!” said Bob. “You don’t need to unless the tag is naturally capitalized (as with I or a proper noun like a name like Bob).”
“Is it Bob said or said Bob?” asked Bob.
“It can be either,” Bob said, “but we don’t use ‘said she’ or ‘said I’ often anymore, so it is best to avoid those constructions with pronouns and use ‘I said’ and ‘they said’ unless you wish to sound archaic.”
Bob took a sip of coffee. “You can even include action, but as it is not a dialogue tag, put a period at the end of the action.”
“Really?” Bob leaned closer. “There are so many rules.”
I think that should cover most situations you might come across, but if you have anything specific I’m happy to help. Remember, you can always grab any fiction book off your shelves and find an example that’s a similar construction to what you’re writing. Or, just rewrite it to a construction you’re familiar with.
Happy writing!
Hey thanks for this. My punctuation are horrible and this helps me out.
If you are going to talk to me, by messaging me, I'm okay with that, especially if you just need someone to listen to you. It is not okay to message me and ask me to participate in unapporiate things that pertain to porn, sex, drugs, and anything immoral. I will block you. I am 34 year old woman who is straight and a follower of Christ. I keep my blog clean as best as I can so that others who want to look or read content, that is not porn or anything sexual, can do so on my blog. I want to create a blog that others feel safe from such content that makes me and others uncomfortable.
Please know I won't turn away those who really need someone to talk to.
I just needed to say this due to a conversation that someone messenged me, that left me unconfortable and disturbed me.
For a Human!TMNT series.
It’s gonna be the stereotypical high school drama bullshit but I think it’d be cool to write something like it.
Obviously I would use my Human!TMNT options as character face claims. Let me know if that’s something you guys want to see.
Hey @shellshcked it's been awhile since I've seen you on here. How are things going with you? Miss you girl and as always your awesome with your writing and I can't wait to read your stories 😄
Requested by: anonymous
Request: Could you write somethin angsty with donnie? Like a jealous reader x turt feelings hurt then they make up with kisses?
Words: too many
Warnings: angst, kisses
You hadn’t meant to end up feeling this way about one of your four friends. It just sort of…happened. Donnie had won your heart. You spent a majority of your time together doing whatever you two felt like doing. Whether it was reading in his room while lightly touching each other or if it was just helping him with any project you could manage, you two had a lot of fun together. You were your best selves when you were together, and his family had taken notice. He obviously cared for you, and you, him. At least it seemed that way until you and Casey hung out alone together for the first time.
It had been Casey’s brilliant idea to take you to the ice skating rink where he played hockey; an attempt to teach you how to skate. You had never hung out with him alone before, and quite frankly figured you needed to get out of the lair for a bit. Donnie had gone to nap for once this week, and all of the other brothers were doing their own thing. You wouldn’t be gone more than two hours.
However Donnie woke up early and went to look for you, and when he didn’t see you where he left you, he figured you had gone home. So, being the caring best friend he was, he went and checked his screens (he had hooked up the watch he made you to his tracking device thingy) to see if you made it home safe. However, much to his surprise you weren’t home. In fact, you were at the hockey rink. ‘Why would she be there?’ he wondered. Donnie remembered you telling him you had no idea how to skate.
He decided not to panic unless you weren’t back here at the lair by nightfall. As hard as it was, he tried to occupy himself with one of his current projects.
About three hours later, right before nightfall, you showed up with Casey. The beautiful sound of your laughter filled the living room and it found its way into Donnie’s lab. He went out to greet you but saw you there with Casey instead. As bad as he felt about thinking it, Donnie wished Casey and you had never met. In that brief moment, he saw how Casey looked at you and how the two of you connected. He felt a foreign anger and hurt bubble up inside him and watched as you hug Casey before he left.
You turned to see Donnie standing in front of his lab, looking hurt. “Hey, are you okay? What’s up?”
Looking at you with more tears in his eyes than he’d like to admit, Donnie shook his head and walked into his lab, closing the door behind him. You still stood there and did for about five minutes, waiting to see if he’d come out and at least say goodbye to you. He didn’t.
That happened over a month ago and ever since then, he’d completely avoided you when you went down to the lair to hang out with any of his other brothers. His family quickly noticed the change between the two of you. Donnie hadn’t finished a project since and had been slacking off in his training, and you looked longingly at his closed lab door, almost as if you wished hard enough he’d walk out like nothing had ever happened.
If only it were that easy.
Whenever the brothers went on missions nowadays, they brought you. Without surprise, Donnie ignored you. However, you decided to not let it bother you and enjoyed your time with his other brothers. Leo, for example. He was really relaxing to be around and he smelled amazing, despite what you might think. Your guess was that it had something to do with the candles in his room.
At the moment, you sat in the back of the Tartaruga Brother’s truck with Leo, who was giving Mikey a chance to sit in the front with Donnie. Nobody spoke; the only sounds you could hear were the sound of Raph’s fists making contact with the punching bag in the back and a random song coming from the radio. Mikey was talking to Donnie about some random rumor he heard online the other day. It was quiet for them, and it made you feel uneasy.
“You look bad,” Leo commented simply. Shrugging, you mumbled, “Is it that obvious?” He nodded. You hadn’t thought anyone could tell how much losing Donnie was affecting you exactly, but the fact that Leo had didn’t shock you. He was incredibly perceptive, and you bet he had noticed Donnie’s suffering too- if the purple brother even was. You weren’t sure, so you asked Leo.
“Do you think he’s as upset as me?”
“Uh, yeah. He mopes around and sadly eats his pop tarts. Donnie is good at many things, but hiding his emotional distress isn’t one of his strong suits.”
You nodded, taking what Leo said into consideration. He was right. You used to always be able to tell if Donnie was upset. What had changed? Well, besides the lack of talking and hanging out like ‘old times’.
“We’re here, guys!” Mikey called out from the front. Leo stood up, walking to the front and looking to see if he was right. “Let’s go, boys.” You gave him a look. “And girls,” he added.
You all stepped out of the truck and into an abandoned warehouse, where there were reported sightings of Foot activity. “You’re sure this is it?” Leo asked Donnie quietly.
Almost as if they had heard the question, Foot soldiers landed with a thud behind you all. “Pretty damn sure,” Donnie retorted. There was nine total, which may not seem like a big deal, but it was. One of them in the front had his black mask off, revealing his face to his enemies. You knew this meant that they weren’t afraid now, and they were giving it all they had. All it took was one sweep of identification, and the man could be placed in jail. “Well, looks like you took the bait. Honestly, what would we do with an abandoned warehouse? Kind of suspicious on its own, don’t you think?”
The turtles didn’t say anything. While silence filled the space, the soldier swept his eyes over the turtles, taking in their height and approximate muscle mass, until his cold eyes landed on you. “Ah, what do we have here? Why would you bring a child into this? Are positive that the Foot are the bad guys here?”
You felt an involuntary shiver run up your spine as he devoured you with his eyes. As uncomfortable as you were, you mustered enough courage to speak up. “I’m not a child and I can take care of myself.” The soldier walked up to you, now standing only a foot away, and reached out to touch you. Before he could take another step, however, one of the turtles stopped him by standing in front of you. The bo staff planted in front of you, as if to shield you from the soldier’s prying eyes, gave it away.
“Don’t touch her. Your fight is with us.”
Why was Donnie protecting you? DIdn’t he hate you not even five minutes ago? Did he seriously think that saving you from a man’s weird gaze would make up for the empty hole in your chest since he stopped talking to you? Hell no, you weren’t buying it.
The soldier smirked and drew his weapon. “You’re quite right.”
Fighting ensued and Donnie drug you back to the truck, where you would be safe. His hand had a grip on your upper arm and you scoffed as you shoved him off. “What the hell was that?” An expression of shock found its way to his face, but quickly left. “What did it look like? I just protected you!”
“So what, you think you can just stand in front of me and everything that’s wrong will be fixed? Do you realize that you’ve been avoiding me, or have you just been tipsy for the past few months?”
Donnie sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes under his glasses. “Look, we can talk about this later. I’ve gotta get back in there. Stay in the truck, and do not leave it, okay?”
“Fine, whatever,” you agreed as you threw your hands up in defeat and went to the truck. Taking note of your attitude, he grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you back to face him. You glared at him and shoved his hand off once more, before opening the door to the truck and plopping yourself in the seat.
Later that evening, after winning the fight and returning to the lair, you said your goodbyes to everyone. Except for Donnie. When you saw him, you shook your head and walked out of the lair, leaving the nerdy turtle in the living room surrounded by his brothers, who noticed the dejected look on his face as well as yours.
“Donnie, man, you got some work to do,” Mikey sighed. Donnie nodded, agreeing with his younger brother. He looked to Leo, who waved his hand toward the entrance and exit of the lair. “Go after her. Fix this mess.”
It didn’t take him long to find you, and when he did you were sitting on the edge of a roof, looking out at the city. He didn’t say anything at first, but you turned around after feeling a presence behind you. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and tried to take your leave of the situation in general, but he was there to stop you yet again with a gentle but firm grip on your upper arm. “Stay, please.”
Hearing his plea, you decided to do as he wished and listen to what he had to say. You crossed your arms and he looked at you nervously. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Y/N.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? That’s all I get after months of not talking to you? No, that doesn’t make up for the amount of hurt I actually am. I missed you, Donnie.”
“I was jealous! You came in with Casey laughing and cutting up, and the way he looked at you, Y/N…I-I couldn’t bear to stick around knowing that he got all of your attention.”
You took a deep breath, and Donnie waited for you to speak, his head hung low in shame.
“You were my best friend. I needed you, and you promised me you’d be there if I ever needed you.” Tears had started to form in your eyes at this point. “You left me. I loved you, Donnie.” His head shot up, and in one swift motion, he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You stood frozen for a moment but eventually wrapped your arms around his torso. The kiss lasted for about nine seconds before you two pulled apart, resting your foreheads against each other. You smiled. “I forgive you.”
Blood, sweat, and tears went into this. I loved every minute of it! I hope you liked it and if you see something wrong, let me know and I’ll fix it. I took a three-day break from writing it due to having tests and stuff so I may have forgotten a minor detail :)
Love this Donnie is such to cute to be truth!
Oh the feels 😊
Adam Driver training for The Last Jedi (x).
I ship Rey and Kylo together, especially even more so after watching the Last Jedi. I'm just even more ecstatic to know that a few of my friends are with me on the same page as me lol.
First of all I want to give @granthaley credit on this short story. She not only gave a few topics but took time to read, edit, and give me suggestions on my first reader insert. So this story is not jusy my own but hers as well. Reading my draft and her edited version, I realize I still have a long ways to go. I am always open for criticism and helpful tips on how to improve my writing. Plus I’m trying to expand my vocabulary since I have a simple mind lol. So without further a do here is my first reader insert and @granthaley (not sure if it’s your first fanfiction but thank you).
Looking at him on the outside, you wouldn’t think that the oldest turtle would have a secret, oh but looks could be deceiving. You see, you caught him one night, very late at night, when everyone else was in bed sleeping, you knew this, as the three brother’s bedrooms were out in the open, and you could hear them snoring; Mikey being the loudest.
You came down to the lair that night, having forgotten your wallet, that you left behind. Searching the couch in the dark is tricky and when you finally find it, laying wedged between two cushions, you sigh in relief. Looking towards the brother’s sleeping areas, you were relieved that they are all still asleep, except for Leo however. Noticing the light still on Leo’s room, you can’t help but let curiosity take over, and you made your way towards his room. Peering around the corner you could see him sitting on the floor.
Assuming that he is meditating, you turn to leave him in peace when you hear him moan in pleasure. Frowning, you back up and this time, slowly and quietly, you make your way further inside. You can Leo’s head and shoulders shift, as if he were lifting something. Replacing your frown with a head tilt, you wonder why Leo hasn’t heard you yet, that’s when you see the reason why. Laying in his lap, is a plate of strawberry shortcake, complete with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. You clamp your hand over you mouth to stifle the oncoming giggles, only to fail, startling poor Leo.
“W-w-w-what the hell?!” Leo cries out, jumping up and dumping his prized plate of delectable cake and toppings onto his clean floor.
“I-I-I-” You try to muster an excuse, as you attempt to catch your breath. Tears running down your face. Leo’s face turning so crimson, that it would put Raph’s bandana to shame. To see his normally calm and collected Visage go through so many emotional facial expressions to be a pained expression of embarrassment.
You notice a bit of whipped cream on the corner of his mouth, which quiet rapidly became your undoing. You burst into another fit of laughter, Holding on to his well-loved muscular arm for support. “You done yet?” His voice clearly annoyed and held an edge of shame.
Wheezing and gasping from the lack of air, you could only nod in acknowledgement.
He shifted uncomfortably and couldn’t seem to make eye contact with you. He knew that he was viewed as too mature to be eating sweets, but angel food cake and strawberries had always been a weakness of his. He was suppose to be the infallible leader and more collected than this. If any of his brothers found out about this childish side of him, he would never hear the end of it. He could hear their taunting now. “You’re eating girly food? Bwahahaha!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but seeing you eating sweets is just too cute!” You wipe your eyes of stray tears as you finally take a steady breath.
“I’m not cute.” Leo huffed, his cheeks reddening further as he looked off to the side.
For a 20-year-old, who was over 6 feet tall, he reminded you of a cute little boy trying to act tough. You can’t help but reach up and pinch his cheeks and speak like a child yourself.“You’re so cute.”
He looked at you from the corner of his eye with a glare, but seeing your soft smile he couldn’t really be mad at you.
“You won’t tell the others, will you?” He asked hopefully.
You stare at him thoughtfully, crossing your arms. You know it’s cruel to make him wait for your response and uncomfortable, but you can’t help but tease him. Seeing him this flustered, a sly, grin sneaks upon your face, just to further rile him.
After several seconds of making him wait, you finally speak,“ your secret is safe with me.” You placed your finger against your lips and winked.
He heaved out a sigh of relief and relaxed. Taking advantage of this, you reach up and wipe the little dab of whipped cream, still evident on the corner of his mouth. Bringing it to your lips, you lick the cream off with a grin. Leo’s breath hitches, and you have no idea how you’ve made his heart skip several beats by that little “innocent” interaction alone.
Sure, you enjoyed teasing him whenever the opportunity presented itself, but for him this ment something more entirely. In order to hide the oncoming blush, he turned away to clean up the mess he had made upon your unexpected entertainment.
After that eventful night, you began to join him in his room or up on the roof tops, eating different kinds of sweets, regularly. You enjoyed the conversations the two of you share, and as you promised, you never told a soul about his secret; for this was your special time with him without interruptions. Although, one night from the shadows, the two of you were being watched. Master Splinter after confirming his suspicions, walked away with a huge smile on his face, humming a lover’s tune as he twirled his whiskers thoughtfully.
I had the 2016 bayverse in mind when I wrote this but you can imagine whichever version you want.
I'm reblogging my piece of writing that @granthaley helped me out with. I'm proud of this and just amazed of how many people like it.
😂 that has be the funniest video on a Skyrim let's play video
How to write a romance?? (I don't understand emotions so it's Hard)
Okay so I’ve written romance in stories before, but I’ve never written A romance, so I’m just going to compile all of the knowledge I’ve gained from writing romances within stories and from reading romances.
This is mainly going to be about plot and structure, so for the actual romance part of it you should look at my post about how to write healthy relationships here and another one written by another user that I found helpful here
There is absolutely nothing interesting about long pages of flowing prose that describe every single thing about their partner, in excruciating detail, that they adore and why.
It’s just not exciting, and it’s even worse when the reader goes “They say that they’re in love, but they’re never around each other. They don’t do anything that signals that they’re in love.”
That is the LAST thing you want someone to say about your romance; romance actually has to be romantic, and if the characters don’t do anything that show they’re in love except say they’re in love, then you have a major problem on your hands.
Ultimate “Show don’t tell” here.
Instead of scriptually regurgitating onto the page how much the main couple cares for each other, try writing in things that show the reader how much they love each other.
Some things a couple in love might do:
- Love notes/letters
- Snuggles while watching TV
- Protectiveness (but not overly protective or stalkerish)
- You know, actually hanging out (I hate it when couples whoa are supposedly in love never spend time with each other ever)
- Little gifts. Not big things, just buying something in a store because it reminds them of their significant other.
- Playing video games together
- Getting into playful arguments/debates
- Getting into actual arguments over petty things like who’s paying for lunch (Couples can disagree! In fact, it would be weird if they DIDN’T disagree ever!)
- Going on bike rides together
- Just spending time in one another’s presence. They don’t even have to be interacting, just doing their own thing while sitting together.
- Go to the movies
- Compliments! ALL OF THE COMPLIMENTS!!!! And not just “You’re the most beautiful person ever blah blah blah”. Little things, like “You look cute” or “I like your perfume/your hair smells good” “I like your clothes”
- I’m willing to give more examples if needed
OKAY SO I’M ACTUALLY GETTING RILED UP BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY BOOKS I’VE HAD TO COMPLETELY ABANDON BECAUSE OF THIS.
You cannot, SHOULD NOT, make a conflict in the story that is easily resolvable, and for this reason many romances fall short in the “plot” area. Just because it’s a romance and there are people kissing in it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t need the careful planning, consideration, and development as other stories where there’s a big villain going around killing people.
There should be a set problem, a series of events that take off because of said problem, and then a path to the solution that can’t be fixed with a snap of the fingers. Also, I find that romances have recurring conflicts: The same problems happen over and over again, and it’s just annoying. Just make a game plan and stick to it.
If the reason why your characters can’t be together/get along is because one or both of them of them just??? Don’t want to tell the truth??? Or they want to withold random information??? For some reason??? Then that’s not a plot. It’s just going to make your readers angry and frustrated.
Part of a healthy relationship is talking to one another, and if your characters can’t even do that, then they don’t belong together.
Also, if your conflict involves a love triangle, please consult my post here [x]
Thanks, this helps me out and be more thoughtful when I write my stories.
It's been months since I actually wrote a tmnt story. In fact i think I burned myself out on writing, but I started on a tmnt reader fan fiction.
I have always done a first person story and thought this time around I'll do a reader one. Though I am gonna try the whole choose your adventure deal, only where I'll ask you guys where I should go with it. I don't think I can wrap my brain on doing one for each turtle though lol.
I'm not sure when I'll post the first part of the story, considering I work and am busy. I do want to take my time writing it, since I'm not really good with punctuation and writing period.
I am excited for this one, since it is inspired by an idea had a while back that was gonna be part of my four book tmnt series I started a year ago.
So I'll apologize in advance for my grammar and punctuation. I struggle with it and hope you guys can look past it and still enjoy my story once I post it.
I humbly thank you.
