From New Details Of Being Touched, Poor Man Has Been Through Shit For 12 Years. Being Bullied By Expendables

From new details of being touched, poor man has been through shit for 12 years. Being bullied by expendables sucks ass after a rough day.

Fynn on their run decided to visit his shop. Decided to comfort him if he wanted it. The first comfort person, Fiona is out getting supplies for his shop.

Have some more Casey doodles

I swear i am normal about him 0/////0

I am having way too much fun drawing him =///=

Why does he look so good in everything

WEEEEEEH OH MY GOD

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Dude this is adorable!!

I cant wait to see what you do next

Overwhelmed

OH MY GOSH CLASSES ARE MURDERING ME.

I got more stuff on the way, I promise!!!!

This was supposed to be a comic, but I'd rather not fail my classes ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

For the incredible: @xavitron883

Teddy Bear duo! :3

There's going to be a part 2!! I HAVE to write more of this duo, they're so wholesome!! 🥺ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I got another short story on the way soon!!

The city was loud.

Loud-loud.

Extremely loud.

Casey shuddered as someone shoved past him, nearly making him trip.

Everything was different.

Now, it was a good different! They'd saved the world! They defeated the Krang!

But…

There wasn't that sense of unity.

People didn't care for people that way. They didn't need to.

Seeing another person alive wasn't some great news.

Helping someone up wouldn't help in life or death.

Shoving past someone wasn't a big deal.

Well, not to them at least.

Casey rubbed his aching shoulder, muttering under his breath as he walked. He remembered getting shoved to the floor once and his Mom nearly jumping the child that had accidentally done it.

Mom.

His eyes stung a bit at the mere reminder.

Mom.

Dad.

Uncle Raph.

Uncle Donnie.

Uncle Mikey.

Grandpa Draxum.

Grandpa Splinter.

Gone.

All gone.

He choked down a sob. His head hurt. Everything seemed too bright. The lights reflecting off the parked carts, the bright, flashing ads playing on the sides of buildings.

They all seemed to be stabbing into his eyes, making his head pulse as he fought the urge to cry.

Cars honking. The squealing of tires. Slamming of breaks. Yells. Music. Coughing. Talking.

Casey heaved a breath, turning and sprinting down an alleyway. He gasped, heart pounding and head spinning as it ached and his heart- oh gosh. Stop beating so fast!

It didn't seem inclined to listen, as his heart pounded faster while his breath came in quick gasps.

Panic attack.

He'd had many before and seen even more.

He heaved, gasping as he wrapped his arms around his trembling frame.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

The grief threatened to choke him along with the overwhelming sounds and sights.

His ears roared with a rushing sound, his heart pounded so much he worried it'd break from his chest.

“Casey?”

Casey jumped, turning to squint through blurry eyes at the large form standing at the entrance of the alleyway.

“Raph?” He croaked out, the sound of his own voice grating to his overstimulated hearing.

“Woah- you're not looking too good, bud,” Raph said gently, walking over and sitting down beside him, “You able to talk?”

Casey shook his head, sending it spinning worse and making him whimper.

“That's okay,” Raph said in a calming voice, putting his hand on his shoulder, “We can breathe.”

Raph began exaggeratedly inhaling and exhaling, making it so Casey was eventually able to catch on.

His heart slowed a bit, his breathing evened out, but his head was still aching.

“You're okay,” Raph said softly, “Raph gets overwhelmed sometimes too. Especially in my bad eye.”

Casey leaned his head against his arm.

It was so familiar. And it hurt yet was so calming all the same.

“Here,” Raph said, and Casey felt something soft get placed in his hand.

He looked down in confusion, seeing a stuffed bear resting in his arms.

He'd been given a bear by his uncle when he was little. It was well-loved and worn down, but he'd kept it. If he been able to go back, well, forward, he'd find it on his bed in the base still.

“Thank you,” Casey managed, a few years starting to fall down his face.

“It's alright,” Raph promised, tugging him into a side hug, “Raph's right here. He's not going anywhere.”

And as Casey leaned into the hug and let out his grief, he felt a lot less alone.

And while he couldn't see the massive, red-glowing figure next to him, it was as if he could feel his presence.

When I get some free time, I'm gonna make a drawing for this fic!! :3

All ideas and inspo to this fic goes to @xavitron883

They give so many INCREDIBLE ideas!! I just write them!! XD 💙⭐💙⭐💙⭐

"I think its more of a Krakens den"

God he's so fruity

Yeah i would kick the fuck out of them UvU

Dont worry Sebby, you're not alone

So it’s rushed but it’s cause I wanted to make bully expendable, here is what happened (almost ooc maybe). Xavi belongs to @xavitron883

Hc, he would bad panic attacks if it’s strangers touching his tail profusely. (His voice lines made him sound on the verge of a panic attack from the shit he went though in the past 12 years.)