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Favourite moments: Leonardo and Michelangelo

yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows

Oh my babies 💛

Mikey (Rise) meets Mikey (2012)

Being a writer

IDEA

*thinks of a whole mystery plot while in the shower*

I like that synonym, ohhh but I like that one too.

“It’s just a draft” I say to hide the fact that I suck and this is the best I can do

What’s another word for ‘said’?

Argh I can’t spell

Their tongues battled for dominance…

DON’T BREAK MY CONCENTRATION

You broke it.

And then she…and then she…

I’m so hungry

I’m so tired

I’m so horny

I’m just going to write about my OTP and change their names.

I’m so proud of this! *a week later* wtf did I actually write this shit this is terrible what was I thinking just ugghh

I just need to change one more thing…or 80.

FUCK EVERYTHING

*writes for 5 minutes* *block*

If Stephenie Meyer can publish, so can I.

This is it! I’m going to turn it into a book. No really, this one’s better than the last one.

My book’s so gonna be a movie/TV series, so I may as well plan ahead and pick my cast.

Why are they always fictional??

*mind wanders*

“What’re reading?” Ummm a book…that’s online. NO you can’t see it.

Nothing rhymes with orange? Challenge accepted.

I’M A FAILUURRREE

It’s just a short story, won’t take me long *seven hours, 30 energy drinks and 10,000 words later*

WHAT’S THE POINT?!

*mind continues to wander*

“What’s lemon?” *sweats*

Another rejection? Perfect! Harry Potter was rejected thirteen times. I’m on my way.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE IT’S EITHER THERE, THEIR, OR THEY ARE.

No, I didn’t use rhymzone.com. I’m insulted by your accusations.

I want Emma Watson to play my character.

And Tom Felton to be her love interest.

How do you write smut?

What’s another word for ‘and then’?

OMFG I’M SO INSPIRED RIGHT NOW MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE THIS DOWN

I’ll write it later, I’ll definitely remember it.

What’s another word for ‘suddenly’?

SMELL THIS BOOK. SMELL ITTT.

Wasn’t there something I was supposed to remember to write?

Ugh I give up

IDEA!

You sat at the table, looking at the box while fumbling with it in your hands

Only a couple weeks ago, the turtles interrupted you while you relaxed in the comfort of your apartment

You were unwinding after a long day, bathed in candlelight and sipping on some sweet wine

Suddenly Mikey and Raph crashed down on your balcony while Leo and Donnie were standing in the hallway (damn them for being ninjas)

And it was no accident, they intentionally scared the living fuck out of you

Throwing the glass of wine across your living room you let out a high pitched scream and fell to the floor

As they were all laughing hysterically, you made it your mission to get back at them

So you waited patiently until the right moment would present itself

And today it finally did

Tearing at the tape of the cardboard box, you ripped it open and triumphantly eyed the object inside

Quietly getting to your feet, you lightly stepped towards the dojo

Stopping at the door, you grasped at the knob and ever so slowly turned the handle

Silently peering in, you saw the turtles in the middle of the room

Sitting in an indian style pose, their hands on their knees in an om position, eyes closed, they all quietly meditated

Keeping your intrusion a secret, you leaned your hand into the slightly opened door, grasping at the white can

Using your index and middle fingers, you positioned them on the button of the small red horn

Using your other hand, you braced yourself on the door frame

This was it, you were going to get even with them

Firmly pressing down on the red controller the sound almost took your breath away

The damn Titanic might as well have been pulling into port with the booming blare coming from the small white can

Slamming the door shut while falling back, you laughed your ass off while leaning on the floor

You could here the cacophony of yelling and cuss words coming from turtles inside

Quickly getting to your feet, you ran down the hall and heard the door swing open

You may have gotten even, but the thunderous footsteps running towards you signified you were in for a serious ass whooping

I was bored at work when this little drabble came into my head. My mind is a scary place sometimes. Much love 😘🤣

Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

Idia is not going anywhere, you hear me?! You might be happy being the other woman, but I'm not happy with the pair of horns!

NOTE: I only write for female Reader, but everyone is welcome to read!

Inspired by @adrianasunderworld in this funny as hell post.

THIS HAS A SEQUEL! What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

"To give someone a pair of horns" is to cheat on them. Also, Rook gets involved because he'd absolutely adore to be part of the drama.

— (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ

Idia knows he's not frozen like the others, but honestly, he feels like it. He feels like even his lungs, even his heart has stopped. All because of this cute-faced npc who forced her way into a romance route with him. If he could think about it, he'd think about that horror game with the same story, but right now his mind is blank.

He has reached the point of no return. Actually dying would just reinforce his fate.

Or, at least, is what he thought. Almost as if answering to his thoughts, there's a loud noise coming from the other side of the doors, followed by footsteps.

Then the doors are thrown open by none other than (Y/N), the Ramshackle Housewarden that the school affectionately tends to call "Prefect".

She's dressed to the nines in a breathtaking wedding gown, the skirt pooling around her like God-Tier CGI, the blue accents contrasting beautifully with the pearly white of the dress, the blue roses decorating her head in a crown making her look like Persephone herself. She'd look perfect, if it weren't for the tear streaks her make-up left behind.

Wait. Tear streaks?

The silence breaks with the Prefects loud, shrill screech, a sound no one has ever thought she, the usually soft spoken and gentle Prefect, would be capable of.

"HOMEWRECKER!"

Without stopping to breath, she walks forwards, looking angrier and angrier each step taken.

"How dare you, you conniving bitch?! How dare you steal my groom! ON OUR WEDDING DAY?!" she screams at Eliza, stopping in the middle of the way to point at... at Idia himself?! "And you! You good-for-nothing two-timer! How dare you leave me waiting at the altar?!"

"Young man, I am terribly disappointed!" Professor Crewel chides from behind her, and Idia finally notices the group that actually came in with her. "I did not give you permission to marry my daughter, my first and only daughter, for you to break her heart on her happiest day!"

"Big brother! How could you! Think of your child!" Ortho chimes in, and if Idia hadn't built tear tracks on the boy himself, he would believe firmly in his tears. "Little Meg would be so sad if her daddy just left for another woman!"

"Idia, what is the meaning of this?!" it's Eliza's turn to screech, turning to him with fury in her eyes. Idia stutters a few random letters, trying to form words, just as confused as she is.

Until it clicks.

Right. Fake relationship. How could he forget one of the most cliche tropes in romance's history?

"I... I... t-this isn't what it looks like!" he finally manages to say, trying to look as desperate as he can, which is not hard considering what his fate is in case this plan fails. "I can explain!"

"Is it because of my past with Rook?! "

"Young man, you're still hung up on that, despite being the only man I've ever approved for my daughter?"

"What?!" someone yells in the crowd, but the man in question promptly enters the play as if he was born for this moment alone.

"Monsieur, I have told you this already, but I shall say it again! My dear dove's happiness is the most important to me! If she has chosen you, then my heart shall settle!" What the fuck, why is Rook so good at improv?

"I-I know!" calm down, Idia, think of this as a rhythm game and keep the beat going! "I don't... I don't want this, but this villainess wouldn't listen!"

"Wait, so this woman is telling the truth?!"

"This woman?! THIS WOMAN?! You mean his true bride?!" (Y/N) steps closer, fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, smudging her make-up even more. "You- you- you husband-stealer! Know your place! You come into my house, you steal my groom and the father of my daughter-"

"I see no child-"

"Do you think I'd bring my child to see my husband's mistress?!"

"Big sister, calm down, think of the baby! Your stress levels are dangerously high!"

"WHAT BABY?!"

"Monsieur Shroud, if you do not fix this situation, I shall be taking my belle back! Do not worry, the children will not grow without a father!"

Me

Friends | S07E17