"God, you're so bitter!" The blue masked turtle practically exploded in an anger, quite unlike him. The realization of such an outburst made his eyes widened as he placed his hands on the sides of his face. "You... broke me." He whispered, terrified piercing blue eyes boring into your soul, demanding some sort of apology from you. Your lips twisted into a grin devoid of any joy or warmth. "Won't be the first time, pretty boy." Leonardo screamed into his hands. ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆. For years, you have traipsed along universes, galaxies, cultures and planets. Unknown to mankind, separated, from your species; an orphan of the stars. Life is filled with aimless travels, wandering along searching for a place to fit in. You end up stuck on Earth, the place of your misery, the planet stained with the ichor of your parents. And yet, not all is as it seems on the crappiest planet in the universe.

❝𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀.❞ ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆. A compilation of one-shots, chunks of discarded or future writing, and snippets of dialogue that may or may not show up in Paint. Additional surprises include two written pieces by the creator of Sukiyaki, and fan-art by my friend and possibly by future fans. Dedicated to the readers who have been with this story since the beginning, and are still waiting for more. I hope that this is enough, until the story can continue. rated mature for violence and gore. begun March 16th. 2021.

You smashed the light blue pills between your hands, smearing the powder across your splotchy red face and neck. The storm howled outside of the abandoned crumbling apartment, screaming and banging against the vibrating concrete walls. A determination glowed in your vacant eyes, as you pulled your trench coat over your thin short red dress, your shoulders stiffening as you set your jaw to calm your chattering teeth. Who were you to end an oppression that had been going on for far too lomg? Who were you to stand up to a man who had destroyed the lives of thousands? "I won't let you go out there alone." Raphael glowered at you, chewing on the nub of an aglow cigarette, ash tumbling from the tip. He clutched a handful of pills in the palm of his hand, glancing at the boarded up windows with the red stained plastic holding back the toxic gas of the storm. "Tough luck, sweetheart." You smiled, reaching out to smear the blackened ash from his mouth and across his cheek. "One of us has to live to tell our tale. And you? Well," you brushed your hand off against your tight skirt. "You're just the lucky winner." He opened his mouth to either protest or swear; both probably, as you swung the butt of your gun across his face. He dropped to the ground, little blue pills tumbling across the sand covered floor. You carefully picked each up one by one, popping them all into your mouth. With that, you stepped over his body into the brewing poisonous sand storm, willing yourself to not look back.

"What are you scared of?" "Losing you. Fighting without you by my side. I have a lot of things to be scared of, choose your pick." "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. Even if the sky turns green, and our world goes to Hell... I'll be right here with you. To the end." "To the end, Y/n." ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆. This is my first TMNT oneshot book. I hope you vote and comment- but most importantly, I hope you enjoy! started. april.

To your limited knowledge, something is going on in the midst of New York City. From Chinatown, to the Bronx, and all the way down to Brooklyn, creatures are emerging from the woodworks to ease their claws into the lives of every sinning inhabitant. From a sous chef who dreams of refining her artistic skills, an androgynous woman with a dark past and a violent soul, to a once lively leader whose cacophony of issues has morphed him into a shell of his former self, they are bonded by trauma, haunted by their pasts, and wary of the future. Together, with the help of their friends, family members, and allies- the truth will be revealed. No matter what the cost. Who could have known that it would all start with a bit of paint? ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆ [𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑-> ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ.] ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆ began; october. 19. 2019. rated mature for violence and gore. #1 in leonardohamato. #4 leonardoxreader #6 in murakami ──⋆.*ೃ✧⋆

{DISCONTINUED}[if you want a Leonardo x reader that hasn't been discontinued, please check out 'Paint'.] Glass bit into the palms of her calloused flesh, angry crimson blood staining her skin, dripping onto the floor. Her eyes were blurred as her mind spun out of sheer rage. "Stop," she choked out, her entire frame shaking. "Stop trying to fix me." She flipped her hand and allowed the shards of broken glass to clatter onto the floor along with the shattered mirror. "If you break a mirror it stays broken, Leonardo." She sniffed loudly, wiping blood across her leaking nose. She stood there for a moment, fingers curling into fists, staring at the floor beneath her, waiting. For what? She wasn't sure. She didn't want to be held by him. That was a lie too. She moved towards the door, placing a hand on the frame as she turned to gaze upon his heart broken features. She swallowed harshly, not daring to make eye contact with him. "There are just some things that cannot be fixed." Her hushed whisper hung heavy in the damp air of the room. A hand print painted of blood was left firmly on the doorway. Fractured, she left. --- Props to @Kasketchie for making the cover. ---