Show Me, P☆rnstar

should've been endgame, is klance still around???

tiny me :D

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Ch. 2: Bambino

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word count: 922

tags: found family, nothing much really just a kid telling his baby brothers a story :)

a/n: as always, i have no beta-reader, no proof-reader- we die like real men. also, the story is told from Monet's perspective while the turtles are at most 5 or 6 and they're a young teen so they're putting it in a way they might understand while also reminiscing on the past way too much. Monet is also the oldest and took after Splinter the most with the way they speak (this might also be an excuse on why reading this might feel cliche, I'm sorry, i'm stuck in 2017) and now, enjoy!

A lonely man walked into the pet store. I expected to see a child behind him- dragging him by the hand, demanding for a fish to keep as a pet that would probably die in a week or to play with the puppies that jumped around next to the window so that passerbyers would be tempted to adopt one. He seemed tired, heavy eye bags underneath piercing dark eyes and yet he had this gentle smile on his lips. I don't think I will ever forget that smile.

I watched as he walked towards the reptile section, the very section I was resting in underneath my flickering hearing lamp. He glanced around, his reflection bouncing off the glass of the terrariums full of the animals I have watched come and go. None of them seem to catch his interest surprisingly, not even the pretty ones with patterns so colorful they were overwhelming to the eye. He caught my attention, I wanted to follow him around just to see what he might be looking for, maybe he just wanted to see what pets were available for a later date or he was one of those strange college students who came to just watch the lizards and not buy anything at all. I felt myself overthinking so much that I didn’t realize he was standing over the new baby turtle’s enclosure until I glanced his way again. There was a soft glow in his eyes as he knelt down to look at them closely. I remember when those turtles first came into the store, these tiny little eggs with colored markings, watching them hatch and be fed their first pellets. Was he going to take them home? Hopefully, it would be better if he bought all four of them instead of them being separated because an irresponsible child wanted to neglect a pet turtle. I wonder if he might want a fifth, an older turtle who no one wanted. Probably not. 

The man smiled one last time before he walked away towards the counter, sparking up a small conversation with the owner of the pet store. She was an older lady, a nice lady, treats us well. I couldn’t hear their conversation from here so I just went back to munching on the fresh celery that was left in my bowl and on the shrub flooring. Someday, someone will want to take me home. I think about that day a lot, especially everytime the others get picked. 

Some time went by before the old lady and the man were scooping up all four of the baby turtles and into a smaller glass enclosure so he could take them home. At least, he didn't separate them but then they looked towards me. This strange man motioned his hands in my direction and I honestly sat there a bit confused, celery hanging from my mouth, if I was as sentient as I am now I'd probably be pointing a finger to plastron and going ‘me’?. The old lady started rambling about how I was an old turtle who no one wanted and she was kind enough to keep me around as her own pet but even she couldn't hang onto me for much longer, always making down my price to the point I could just be tossed into the arms of the next customer. I watched as he stared at me for a while before he turned his back to my face and asked to take me home alongside the baby turtles.

The old lady's face beamed with joy as she made her way over and scooped me up, pressing her lips to my shell. The smell of her cheap perfume and powder overwhelming my senses. 

“My dear, you're finally going home and with such a kind man” 

A chirp left my beak as she took off the scarf around her neck and bundled me up, handing me over to the man who accepted me with no hesitation. After so many years, so many strange faces and sighs, someone is taking me home. I watched as the transaction went through before he waved goodbye to the old lady and I listened as I heard the bell hanging above the door ring one last time. I was a pet. 

And then came the part Splinter has spoken about every single time Michaelangelo asks how we came to be. 

“Hey! It's a cool story, Momo, now tell us!”

“I know Mikey, I know, I'm getting there”

I don't remember much, just the heavy footsteps that caught up to the man after he had sneaked around trying to follow but I can remember the force of his punches as he fought back when he was cornered. The man held onto us as tightly as he could before being outnumbered and he dropped the enclosure and myself onto the concrete. First there was the sound of glass shattering and then suddenly this green ooze was covering our bodies including his own. He yelled out in anguish and I felt my body shift in so many strange ways that caused me to throw up on the concrete, I didn’t even know turtles could throw up. When I turned around, the man had turned into this giant rat and you were all much bigger than the baby turtles I had watched crack out of their shells, this ooze was the start of a new life for all of us, a life of running and hiding…until we ended up here, in our home. 

INTRO TO MY TUMBLR PAGE!!!!!

so here's a little bit about me so I can finally use this account to relive my Wattpad glory days:

Hi, my name is Tobi (aka eggs), and I'm just the same as a lot of other people on Tumblr: a small artist with a boring day job. Not really looking for a big audience or to become someone everyone will know just by saying their name; just here to share the frazzled thoughts in my mind and catch whomever's attention I can :)

Pronouns: Any, preferably He/Him

Age: Well, I can tell you that the 2008 recession went over my toddler mind. I was only aware of Power Rangers blaring from the big grey box TV on top of the shelf

Fandoms (at the moment): Transformers, Original/Reboot Modern Warfare, Death Note, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (YouTube series/TV Show), Sonic, Faith: The Unholy Trinity, Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton Live Action)

Are you taking fic requests?: ...possibly, maybe someday

Commissions: Whatever stops AI "art" from spreading, slide into my DM's, let's discuss drawing oiled up older men in great detail :3

Simping for my own OCS ong, I WAN HIM- but he's married to my other OC so 😮‍💨

Reject modern times, embrace the 2010s 🫵

T1kT0k and In$st@ are letting me down so I guess I'm switching to Tumblr? I just want to do commissions again

announcement!!

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coming out with a fic tomorrow! I used to be a semi-popular fanfic author on WattPad back in 2016-17, username: sketch pocket, and I really wanna relive that, hopefully I don't get the Ao3 curse.

my popular fic was, unfortunately, Leonardo X Karai/Self-insert (This was at the time Leorai was seen as normal, but oh god incest was way too popular in the damn fandom) and if anyone remembers my user or a fanfic named "Je'taime Amor"...no the absolute fuck you don't :3

I forgot I had a Tumblr 💀 here's my boy, Sam, as an apology- take it away bud

Getting used to a drawing tablet on PC is rough 😮‍💨