#Inspired by the Last Ronin

[aquamarineghost06]

Guess who finished this before going to university?

And a little bit of context: In a what if situation in which Mikey was left alone in the apocalypse, I think he would have access to his brother's ninpo. For his design most of the outfit is very simple, he doesn't have physical weapons. And something I wanted to add is Leo's scarf, and his brother's masks.

I'm not good at rambling, sorry if there is some grammar mistakes

[glitchingfluffster]

a continuation (or extra) of this post

"raph is a type of peepaw that lived under a rock" is a concept that will never not be funny to me

+ a few doodles under the cut cause I don't know where to put them

[spicyicymeloncat]

Ninjago fandom can we collectively agree that we need more “Pixal + any ninja” dynamic. Like every post like that is so good we need more Pixal/ninja friendships.

[prospectivehero]

THE LAST RONIN - Written by Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, and Tom Waltz, Illustrated by Kevin Eastman, Esau & Isaak Escorza, Ben Bishop, and Luis Antonio Delgado

Holy guacamole on French toast, Batman. This comic had me feeling so many things. All of those things resulted in tears. I was crying through most of this comic, and I'm crying now as I type this analysis. This will be more spoilery than others, only because I talk about the identity of the Last Ronin. The story doesn't hide this information for too long, but it's only fair to warn you.

This story begins following a no-longer-teenage, mutant ninja turtle in an attempt at revenge on the grandson of Oroku Saki. New York has been changed by the oppression of Oroku Hiroto, and this may be the old turle's last chance at revenge. He is followed by the voices of his brothers, offering advice and criticism, nothing unusual for their dynamic. The turtle failed his mission and, as a result, attempted seppuku. The reader learns the truth. Michelangelo has lost his brothers and father. He is saved by Casey Marie Jones and her mother, April O'Neil, who lost a father and a husband.

In the particular trope of the "post-apocalyptic future of a world full of characters we know and love," the tone is usually somber. This story could allow a writer to explore a character's darkest moments and who they are when there's no hope. Unfortunately, this trope is rarely used to its fullest potential. Instead, we get some grimdark tragedy intent on ruining childhoods through nostalgic manipulation. I feared this as I began reading this comic. As expected, I did have to experience these characters' deaths, but it wasn't gratuitous or needlessly dramatic. Each character death was meaningful and respectful. Better than that, none of their deaths were useless. They died in battle, defending each other and their convictions.

There is a future podcast episode exploring why April and Mikey were the survivors because it deserves more discussion. The most important takeaway for brevity is that they have the most hope and the least attachment to honor duty or vendetta. The voices that follow Mikey around are his guilt, personified as his brothers, who died failing to settle the score. And he lived.

If I were to offer any criticism, the relationship between Mikey and Casey Marie feels rushed. By the time Mikey goes after Hiroto on his own terms, we're meant to believe that the two have become close, and Mikey has become a father figure and Sensie for her. Either I missed it, or the comic is missing some information about the time spent together, so their closeness felt sudden. Casey Marie, as well as Oroku Hiroto, feel like weaker characters, but that can't be helped since many of the other characters are already well-known. This isn't their story anyway.

If we are to believe this is a definitive end to the turtle's story, then it's a grand ending. I won't spoil the climax or the denouement because both were too satisfying and vindicating to sum up so easily. It feels all the more meaningful that Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird had their hands on this project. The character designs were recognizable but unique, and every page was beautiful. What really made me giddyy was turning a page to see the style suddenly change into the original comic's art style when Mikey or April were talking about their past. It was thrilling to see that old style incorporated into this particular story in such a significant way.

TRIGGER WARNINGS (with potential spoilers) -

1) Blood and Violence - There is not over-the-top violence, but there is realistic blood and injury.

2) Death and Mourning - If it bears repeating, the reader is subjected to many familiar characters dying. Though the deaths aren't disgusting, they are well-depicted. It might be an emotional read for sensitive TMNT fans and people who don't handle death well.

[sketchnskribbles]

The brilliant lights of the buildings and the strange shadows they cast presented a wonderful cover from the sea of people down below. As it was always in the city that never sleeps, the citizens and sightseers talked and occasionally hollered at each other. Horns blared as impatient drivers attempted to make it quicker to their destination. All the while, without fail, the stars hung themselves over the expected chaos as the moon shined overhead. Two figures took advantage of the night’s natural cover to leap rooftop to rooftop in practiced expertise. For them, it was just another typical patrol night on their quest to find the last missing piece of their mission. The last piece that will finally, finally give the respect they deserved from their clan.

Or at least, that was what the Foot Apprentice had told her. Not that she really had any reason to doubt him. He’d been raised among the Foot since he was a baby. She had only been among them since she accepted their —his— offered hand during a hard time in her preteen years. Dirty and alone and angry and hungry —so, so hungry.

Shaking her head, she slowed down and came to a halt. The sharp sting of the cold breeze caused her to shiver. She brought up her arms to rub the feeling away. It’d been a long month already and not even the hideaway behind the Foot Shack felt comfortable or safe to be in anymore. Things were beginning to ramp up after years of mild activity. Never in all of her days as coming to be one of them, had she seen such agitation among her two leaders, though they’ve certainly tried to hide it. She’d even overheard them discussing big names like Baron Draxum, Big Mama, and… the Hamatos. Granted, she had actually already known of the last one. As she and Apprentice had recently been in talk about the enemy clan with Lieutenant and Brute. As it was them who had the final piece to reawaken their long absent Master.

“Hey, it looks like I lost you there, Recruit.” She turned her head to watch as Apprentice did an impressive flip onto the roof and cockily approached her with an easy grin. However, she could see the thin crease of dark material between his brow ridges and the slight tenseness to his shoulders that read the true concern. It was a high honor to be personally chosen by the direct lineage of the great Master Shredder as a confidant. To be allowed close enough to learn more and be trusted behind his carefully crafted persona. It no longer seemed strange to her that he was a mutant turtle. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Ugh…” She rolled her eyes and plopped down as close to the edge of the building as she dared. She swung a leg over the side and kept the other firmly tucked beneath her. The life of the city continued its pace below her watchful eye. “Just… overwhelmed, I guess. It almost seems surreal that we’re almost there, you know? That we’re actually getting things done. It’s— I can just feel that something is different. That people are just waiting for whatever it is.”

He hummed and his leg brushed against her upturned elbow as he struck a pose. The overconfident dork.

“Well, my dear, Recruit. Never fear! For the Apprentice is here.” He let out a chuckle. His sharp eyes never once letting off their surroundings, despite his faux nonchalance. “And remember that we’ve gotten this far in due to us. The Clan is practically helpless without our epic skills! Our fearless leaders would be crying their big boy pants if we weren’t there to help the ol’ geezers along with their walkers.”

Recruit snorted at the imagery, rolling her eyes before focusing in on the flash of a very familiar shade of pesky orange from the the corner of her eye. There he was, and for once didn’t seem to be there to interrupt or destroy their hard work. In fact, he hadn’t yet seemed to realize they were even there. Now, where was the other half of his hero duo… Like clockwork Orange was being shadowed by the Yellow, Chaos Incarnate, herself.

Slowly raising an eyebrow, Recruit wondered what exactly they were up to. With a sharp elbow jab and the yelp behind her that indicated she had successfully reached her target, she directed her superior’s attention to the loathsome two. Any hurt feeling we’re swept away as they decided to rest their tiresome search to, instead, follow their long-time nemesis’. Even more strange was the fact that they were simply walking among the crowds on the sidewalk as opposed to leaping the rooftops as they were also known to do. Then the duo separated at what looked to be an apartments building. Yellow’s home perhaps? As expected, they too separated in order to keep both in sights. Apprentice having decided to follow Orange and she debating on whether to stay put or risk a closer look. Turns out she didn’t have to debate as she saw Yellow pop back into her line of vision onto the building’s roof, from the door leading to the stairwell. Again, she wondered why she didn’t just use the fire escape. It seemed more simple and, even better, less annoying people.

Yellow approached the rooftop’s pool, pulling out her phone. Huh.

It was ten minutes later when the adrenaline-inducing *ker-shnk* of Orange’s notable grapple hook latched onto something high over Yellow’s location and he zipped through the air in a blur of green and orange. The crazy box turtle let go of the rope at the peak of his arch and tucked into a rather impressive display of acrobatics before diving into the water with a huge splash. Recruit blinked.

Were they… practicing their cannonballs?!

Only the slightest shift alerted her that the Apprentice had returned.

“Wow, I’ll give him an A for effort but everything else? Yeesh, kid needs to do some work on that. A little wobbly on the aerial stunts.” He let out a grunt as he stretched his arms, before resting them behind his head. His half-lidded gaze turned to her. “So… what do you say we crash a pool party?”

To say that the grin growing onto her face looked even the slightest bit sane, would be a lie. In fact, what she was feeling was downright feral. “YES!”

Here’s the art without the reflective shading:

[space-cat-in-a-teacup]

Half of the B-Team.

[Image Description: A sketch of Mikey from the 2012 TMNT series. His back is facing the camera, Donnie’s Bo Staff in hand with the blade unsheathed. It is covered in blood, the only aspect of the sketch in color. The long tails of his black mask are blowing in the wind as he looks off into the distance.]

While objectively speaking I think all of the 2012 crew should commit murder at some point, Mikey is probably the most interesting one to commit murder. Tale as old as time, y’know? The softest, most innocent/child-like character is the one who must turn to brutality and violence.

Especially since Mikey’s role is often that of the heart, the emotional core of the group, and the one who reaches out to the monsters instead of fighting them. It’s quite a shift when he starts putting blades in their stomachs instead.

But that’s what you get with a dead brother.

[butterfilledpockets]

holy

fucking

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIY

god your art has my whole heart it is GORGEOUS!!!

they desperately need a karaoke night I am writing one as we speak

In a group of grumpy old men, be the over dramatic sassy robot with the heart of a child

@butterfilledpockets enjoy :}

I have little to no experience making anything besides drawings and simple GIF’s so I’m pretty happy with how this came out

Audio: “Hopelessly Devoted to You” cover by carsonsmelliott on TikTok

[slay00ryu]

When the Devil is there for you.

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Trigger warnings:

- Depression

- Self harm mentions

- Self-destructive thoughts

- overall Ronin™ behaviour

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You are a clinically depressed person. It all came to light when you had your first psychiatrist appointment around two years ago. Since then everything started to make sense. Your thoughts, your laziness, your self harming behaviour just to quiet down everything in your head. From that point on there were only more, and more appointments with your doctor and therapy two times a week. At first it was quite difficult to get used to a new routine, waking up, eating, taking your antidepressants, working, and trying to live like a normal person. Like a healthy person, who didn't want to perish from this earthly vale.

Most of the time, you felt like a prisoner trapped in your own head, unable to live without some wacky therapist and medicine to keep you out of your bed. At least until one faithful day Ronin invited you to the server after your suspicions questions on dark web. The server gave you a will to live, the serial killers you now consider friends gave you so much energy and inspiration.

And Ronin, oh Ronin, the perfect devil, the most deranged and twisted man you have ever met. He makes your heartbeat get faster, your emotions and feelings get uncomfortably real and positive around this man. So it wasn't a shock when you fell for him and his twisted antics. He wanted to recreate you, he wanted what was good for you in his own twisted way. But you had no obligations against this, you would give up your already weak mind for this man and cut your own heart out if he told you to do so.

Unfortunately even the most positive feelings would be weak against your depression when you weren't be able to take your pills. Your psychiatrist was away from the country for a whole month, and this was your second week without your antidepressants. Every psychiatrist who you went to refused to prescribe anything for you, with the excuse of them not being your regular psychiatrist.

So now you are back to the starting point, basically rotting in bed. You can't remember the last time you showered, or ate something more than a random yoghurt you found in your fridge. Your whole room was a mess, just the mirror image of your mind. You were just too exhausted to even think about cleaning yourself or your room.

This state brought back many unpleasant memories. Your parents were in the middle of a divorce when it all started. Everyday you were woken up by constant arguments, your parents used you as a stress reliever, shouting at you and criticising your every mistake, even if it was something truly meaningless. On the days where they were quiet, they tried to act like picture perfect parents to get you on their good sides. Unfortunately their toxic and destructive behaviour already made you hate them and yourself.

Then after your family life, there were your so-called friends, they used you because you had great grades. But after you were failing some subjects because of your slowly growing depression, they all left you. You were alone, not a single person to consult. That added to the growing time bomb your mind was slowly becoming.

You didn't even realise it when one day after you came back from school and your parents were away, probably on some business trips or whatever. You used that single moment of solitude to listen to your thoughts and cut the flesh on your wrist open. There was blood in the sink, water turning red. There weren't many cuts, but they sure were deep and painful. That's when your self harming behaviours started. Whenever you were home alone you would hurt yourself to quiet down your mind.

No one ever saw the scars, no one heard your cries for help. You were all you had, sometimes you still feel like you're just utterly alone. Especially during a time like this. During a time when you have completely no energy to move a muscle unless you had to.

You weren't active on the server either. You just went offline one day and haven't gone online even once. You didn't know if anyone cared to check up on you, or if there was someone trying to reach out to you. You couldn't bring yourself to care either. You completely shut yourself from the world and hoped that this mess in your mind would go away on its own.

🥀

Ronin was in his room. He started to get too wounded by your two week absence. At first he thought that you had lots of work, or that you had just so much writing inspiration that you went completely zero contact. But days turned into two weeks and it seemed all too weird. He was almost convinced to go to your house, but even his twisted head thought of it as a bad idea.

At least until he received a DM from Angel.

Angelic: I think something's wrong with <user>.

Angelic: Even before they left they were acting a little bit different than usual.

Angelic: Can you idk... Just visit them? They're your partner Ronin, do something.

He read the messages and bit his lower lip. He wasn't the type of person to worry about someone, but when even Angel noticed that something had been seriously off with his Darlin', then who was he not to take matters in his own hands.

goreboy: I'll text If i know Somethin'.

goreboy: or I'll tell'em To Text you themselves.

He wrote the reply and stood up from his chair. He has someone to pay a visit to. Even if it meant breaking into their home.

Ronin was standing in front of your house, knocking on the door loud, basically banging at some point. He rolled his eyes and walked around the house, looking for a back door or an opened window. He knew that you were home, he could feel it, you were so close, yet so far. He found an opened window that led into your kitchen.

Ronin: Tsk, tsk, baby. You should keep your windows locked.

He chuckled to himself as he entered your house, closing the window behind himself.

Ronin walked quietly around your house, looking for you in every room. He finally reached your bedroom door and pushed the door open. The door creaked and so did the floor under Ronin's shoes. He scanned the room and then his eyes found you.

You looked like you just went to hell and back. His fallen angel really was falling, into a dark pit filled only with exhaustion. He suspected that you had some serious mental health issues, after all no one sane would stay on a serial killer server just for some book. But never in his right mind did you expect to see you like this.

To some you would look strange, disgusting even. He could tell that you didn't shower, or had a proper meal in a long time. This sight didn't scare him away, quite on the contrary. He finally saw your raw form, your true self. The true canvas he was working on for six whole months. You never looked more beautiful than when you looked up at him weak, exhausted and confused.

User: Ronin...? What are you doing here?

He watched as you slowly sat up and ran a hand through your definitely greasy hair. He walked up to you and sat down on the bed in front of you. He kissed the top of your head and cupped your face with his hands.

Ronin: Oh my little fallen angel, my divine darlin'. You can't just leave the devil waiting and not expect him to come and get you.

His hand went down to your throat. Holding you firmly as he brought his face down to your eye level. His gaze was wicked, but you could feel a tinge of care inside of those pitch black eyes.

Ronin: Tell me, what's been keeping you rotten in your bed.

User: I'm... A fucking mess Ronin. Life fucked with me like some cheep whore and now I can't even function without the regular pills.

You chuckled, but it was a bitter chuckle. Somehow his eyes were filled with even more devotion than ever before.

Ronin: Oh I love the sound of that, my fucked up baby. You're like a rotting corpse, a corpse I play with.

He brushed his mouth against yours, getting a surprised gasp in answer. His twisted love was somehow comforting to you, it gave you some ease to know that he loved you even in this state.

Ronin: If you have no reason to live, then obsess over me, breathe for me, write for me.

He paused and moved his face closer to your ear.

Ronin: If you need to take someone's life, then turn your suicidal thoughts into murdering motivation.

His words, so dark, crazy and fucked up. Yet to you they sounded like the sweetest love confession. He wanted you to live, and somehow it made you desire a life too. If you were supposed to live for something, then the Devil was a good enough reason.

User: Ronin... I need you. Please help me get back together. I'm a mess, I'm rotten, destroyed.

Ronin: Oh darling, your words are as sweet as poison. I just want to rip your ribcages out and reach your heart, crush it with my hands.

His mouth moved against the skin of your neck as he said those words. But then he moved away. You looked at him, standing in front of your bed. He reached his hand out for you, his gaze itself told you that there was care buried inside his words and movements. You took a hold of his outstretched hand and he immediately pulled you out of your bed.

Ronin: Let me take care of you Darlin', it's my job as your boyfriend, isn't it?

He held you by your hand, your body pressed against his. You could feel his scent, his comforting touch, it felt perfect even with that whole mess in your head. You gave him a nod in response. Even if you felt like you were ready to make him your sole reason to live, you were too exhausted to use your words.

Ronin picked you up, bridal style. Moved to your bathroom and placed you on the washing machine. Ronin turned on the tap to fill the bathtub. While the tub was being filled, Ronin helped you out of your clothes. It didn't feel perverted, or sexual. No. This contact felt pure, gentle. Ronin was careful not to startle you when he took off your clothes. Your bare skin shivered from how cold your bathroom was. Ronin helped you into the now filled bathtub, the hot skin made you relax.

Your partner knelt next to the tub, his hand reached for a body gel and a sponge. His movements gentle as he washed your back, shoulders and then... Hands. It wasn't inevitable, sooner or later Ronin would see the thick scars on your wrists, you felt your heartbeat stop. You couldn't expect anything from Ronin, so you didn't know how he would react. You averted your gaze, feeling ashamed of how disgusting your wrist must've looked for him.

To your surprise Ronin didn't ask, he didn't shout or make any disgusted remarks. You could feel his hot lips place gentle kisses on top of your scars. You looked at him in shock.

User: Ro... Ronin?

You asked, this unexpected behaviour made you tear up. His small kisses made you feel like something beautiful, something to worship, something worth his kisses. Ronin's thumb wiped some tears from your cheek.

Ronin: These scars, they're not ugly, they're not disgusting. They are proof of how life has fucked with you, but also they prove just how strong you are.

These exact words were something you needed to hear for a long time, especially after every single painful word you received for the scars. Your vision turned blurry and you were practically choking on your tears. This was a moment of true vulnerability, your poor mental health, combined with Ronin's words that hit just the right spots. You felt so many different things, you were afraid of accepting yourself with how you were, but also you felt relieved in a way. Ronin still loved you. Still had his eyes on you even with how your mental health issues completely ruled over your life.

He still showed you tenderness and care. He washed your body, kissed your forehead. He didn't turn his back on you not even once. Ronin wasn't ashamed to call you his partner, he still wanted to take care of you in his own way.

You looked at Ronin's face as he was busy drying your body with a towel. If he understood the things that went through your head so well, then... Did he also have similar thoughts in his head? He spoke about his past only a few times, and he always referred to his hometown as something he absolutely despised. You wanted to know what his whole story was about, but it wasn't the right time to ask. You were in no state or position to listen to Ronin's story about the mess inside of his head.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't realise that Ronin was asking you to lift one leg so he can dress you up. You felt strangely embarrassed. But not because of how he could see every part of your body, because you knew that he didn't care. It was because of being lost in thoughts about him, while he was right in front of you.

🥀

Some time passed, you two were sitting snuggled up in your living room. Your head calmed down, you finally felt at rest. For the first time in two weeks, your mind was quiet, there were no thoughts about killing yourself just to end this misery. There were no hateful memories, no shouting parents or abandoning from other people. There was just you, Ronin and the sounds of the outside world coming in through an open window.

Ronin: You should text the server, they're worried y'know.

You looked up at him. He was right, it wasn't okay to leave your friends without any signs from you. You bit the inside of your cheek. You had to text them, but what were you supposed to say? "Hey sorry I left, my depression is just too fucking strong?" You just didn't want to seem weak in front of other people, maybe Ronin accepted this side of you, but what about the others? Why would they accept you? Your head was starting to fill up with questions again, but Ronin's voice broke the growing turmoil in your head.

Ronin: Hey. You don't have to confess everything. I'll keep your secret, but at least tell them that you're okay..I don't want to watch my friends shitting themselves because my partner is missing.

He ruffled your freshly washed hair.

Ronin: And seriously. They will understand you, every single one of us was or is fucked by this world. You don't have to be scared of not being accepted. They are your friends, right? Why wouldn't they accept you in your worst times? We're fuckin' serial killers, I think that makes us worse than you.

You sighed and nuzzled your head against his chest, to hear the beating of his heart.

User: I...love you Ronin. Thank you for coming here.

Ronin: Love you too writer darlin'.

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Hello! Hello! I hope you liked it >:3

Sorry if I triggered or touched some uncomfortable thoughts or memories or feelings.

Be safe! <3

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Even Better: part 1 (Angst) (18+)

TLR!Michelangelo x reader

Part 2

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A/N: Finally finished The Last Ronin the other day. Other than making me cry like a bitch, I have to admit it made me thirst for some TLR Mikey. Dude deserves a good smut written about him🖤 And to be honest, I had a hard time stopping once I first got started. This is my longest one yet, goodness😭😂

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You’re April’s daughter and Casey Marie’s twin sister. Most of your life you’ve been dreaming about the turtles of your mother’s youth, but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal.

Reader is at least 20. As far as I know, Mikey is in his 40’s.

Warnings: Spelling, age difference, masturbation (reader), caught in the act, oral - female receiving, dom Mikey and sub reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a little pain, size difference, size kink?

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Your mother had told you and your twin sister many stories about the turtles and their rat father over the years. How she and your father met each other because of them. How Splinter taught both his sons and your parents how to fight. How Leonardo fiercely protected his brothers, and as your mother put it, was seen as an absolute killjoy by his brothers. How Raphael matched your father in temper with an equally big and golden heart hiding within him. How Donatello could speed days locked up in his lab, and the many times he inspired your mom in her own lab. And how Michelangelo could light up a room with his loud jokes and bright smile. You and your sister would often point them out in the picture frames hanging around the lair, and beg your mom to tell more stories about them, no matter how mundane. The time your mom and Donnie made a tracking device in the lab, the time your father and Raph played hockey a whole night, or the time Mikey pranked Leo so hard that Splinter put him on cleaning duties for a whole month. You wanted to hear it all. Every single little detail.But that didn’t change the fact that they are all gone now. Your mother’s best friends and your father.

As you and Casey Marie got older, you continued to ask your mother for stories. But while Casey Marie wanted to hear about New York City before the Foot came to power, while you still asked for the turtles, getting more and more interested in the mundane part of their lives. Like whose room was it that you had made your room in? Who used to sit in the seat you sat in when eating dinner? And that mug you found in the storage, who did that belong to that? So many questions, and your mother could only give you so many answers.

Once you reached your teenage years, you started fantasizing about the four mutant turtles. Was that wrong? Their pictures literally hung on the walls of your underground home, so it wasn’t as if you could just ignore them. It probably didn’t help much that you didn’t like going outside, deciding to stay in the lair with your mother, while Casey Marie went out and explored. But that just gave you more time to help out your mother and learn more about the turtles.

As you gathered more and more information about the turtles, you started to form scenarios in your head, imagining how it would be to get together with the turtles. Which one of them would be the best friend, the best boyfriend, or even the best in bed. That proved to be a question you would contemplate for years, finding yourself staring at the pictures of the four turtles in the hallway in your early twenties, still with that little question in the back of your head. Although your thoughts about the turtles had calmed a bit once you had hit your twenties, you could not deny that they still lingered in the back of your head from time to time. So when your sister one day brought a passed out mutant turtle home, you did not know what to do with yourself. You were shocked, and maybe even a bit scared. He was way bigger than you had thought he would have been, but given his age it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

Your mother knew who he was straight away. It was Mikey. The turtle whose room you had been occupying every since the day you and your sister grew too old for sharing the same bed with your mom. He was bruised and bleeding badly. Thank God for your mothers medical skills, otherwise Mikey’s fate would have been a dark one.

It took some time for Mikey to wake up, but when he did, he was much different than you had thought he would be. Your mother had spoken highly about his jokes and his warm happiness, but during dinner the day he woke up, you saw none of that. The only time you heard him speak the first day, was when you overheard a conversation between him and your mom in the kitchen. His voice was much deeper than you had anticipated, catching you off guard. And of course he heard you gasp and stopped talking, not speaking a word until you had gotten what you needed, and leaving the kitchen so they could continue their talk.

Three days had passed, and Mikey had still not spoken a word directly to you. He had thanked your sister for saving him while you were close by, but that was pretty much. There was this one time where he took up the whole hallway, staring at the exact picture of him and his brothers, you had found yourself staring at many times. When you asked if you could pass by, he did not say a word. He just looked at you out of the corner of his eye, before moving to the side, giving you more than enough space before you ran by.

Michelangelo was really nothing like you had expected him to be like. You had thought he would be nice, open and warm, talking your ear off like your mother had said he always did. But now he was silent, closed off and cold. He almost seemed angry. It scared you a little bit. Made you nervous whenever you were around him. Whenever you were sitting and talking with your mom or Casey Marie, you would lock up when he entered the room. But as much as he scared you, you also found him very interesting. You blamed your teenage fantasies for finding his form attractive. His toned muscles, covered in bruises, and the visible veins on his neck, arms and hands. The wrinkles on his face told of the things he had been through, and his eyes were always so distant, as if he was watching something no one else could see. But when his eyes suddenly snapped to you, catching you staring at him, you panicked, quickly avoiding your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting red. Luckily for you, Casey Marie came into the room, as loud as your mother had said your father was, telling Mikey about something, giving you the distraction you needed to run to your room. You stayed there the rest of the day, too embarrassed to come out.

That evening you laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling above you. You cursed yourself for choosing this room when you were little. Now you couldn’t fall asleep without thinking about Mikey’s eyes on you. Anywhere you looked, you were reminded by the fact that Mikey used to look at the same walls as you did. Heck, you were even sleeping in the bed he used to sleep in. As far as you knew, the blanket, pillow and sheets were also his. It did not matter how many times you had washed them over the years, because they now suddenly smelled strongly of him, not letting you rest for a moment.

You found yourself getting frustrated. None of the turtles had invaded your head so badly ever since you were a teenager, and now you could feel the same need and tension from back then build up between your legs. You pressed your naked thighs together under the blanket, feeling the wetness in your panties. You sighed out in frustration, as you once again remembered the old turtle’s eyes on you. As much as you had felt embarrassed under his eyes, you could not help feel aroused at the thought. He had caught you staring. Michelangelo had caught you with his strong gaze. And now here you were, laying in his old bed with your panties soaked just thinking about him.

Your fingers moved down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your core. It was okay to touch yourself with the older turtle in mind, right? You had done it before, so why would it be any different now? And with that thought you let your fingers slide into your panties, where you found your clit. With yet another sigh you started to rub your small bundle of nerves, letting your thoughts drift back to the muscular turtle. His broad shoulders, his big hands, his thick thighs. With his general size, you could only imagine what he could be packing in secret. You used both hands to slide your panties down, leaving them somewhere under the blanket, before pushing your legs out further, letting your fingers continue their movements around your clit.

A  knock on your door caused you to quickly pull your hand out from under the blanket. You sat up in the bed, staring towards the door as it opened. You were almost ready to sink to the ground when you saw who it was.

“Sorry”, Mikey said. “Were you sleeping?”

“Just about”, you answered, tugging the blanket closer around you.

“Sorry. I just wanted to see my room once again”, Mikey said, his eyes falling towards the foot of his old bed. “May I?”

You nodded, watching him as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He stood for a moment, staring into nothingness, before his eyes moved to his surroundings. It was almost just the way he remembered it. You had only moved a few things, but other than that, it looked like his old bedroom. Same bed frame and all. He let out a small chuckle, remembering all the memories he had between these four walls. The chuckle was light, lighter than sounds you ever had heard from him. That surprised you, and Mikey noticed, though he decided not to say anything about it, acting as if he forgot you even were in the room. Acting as if he couldn’t smell the heavy odor in the air. Truth be told, he did not notice the odor when he first came to the room, nor did he notice it when he walked into the room. It wasn’t until he stood a few feet from the bed that he really noticed it. But with his back turned to you, he did not dare to move or look in your direction. It was the same smell he had noticed when he caught you staring at him earlier that day. It was a scent that seemed to follow you, at least whenever he was around. Yet it wasn’t until now he realized what that scent could be signifying.

You watched as Mikey moved around the room, feeling your legs shake under the blanket. As horrified as you were, you could not deny the excitement. Knowing that lower half of your body was naked under the blanket, with the old mutant just a few feet away from you. You clenched your teeth as you rubbed your thighs together, your eyes lingering on the way his overalls clung around his thick veiny thighs. You had to keep your breathing calm as you the movement in his muscles, and the way his big hands smoothed over an antiche on one of the shelfs. Slowly, making sure his back was still turned to you, his focus on everything else except you on the bed, you let your hand move back under the blanket, once again finding your now dripping core. You suppressed every sound as you slowly started to circle your clit again, your eyes focusing on his hands. The size, the veins, the roughness. You could only imagine how they would feel against you. His rough skin against yours.

“You’re young”, Mikey rumbled, his back still turned to you. You froze, your heart pounding. Yet you managed to remove your hand before he spoke once more. “But you’re not stupid. You know I know what you were doing. I can smell it”. He turned his body towards you, taking small slow steps towards the bed, his voice deep and echoing against the brick walls of his old room. Once again, terrifying yet strangely arousing. It was at that moment that Mikey decided to let go. For the past 20 years he had traveled alone. He was tired. He felt lonely. And with this sweet scent in the air, begging him to come closer, he had to surrender. Even though you were one of his best friend’s daughters, he could not deny your beauty or how your hormones in the air drew him to you. “I could smell it when you were staring at me, and I can smell it now as I’m telling you”. He was now so close to the bed, that his knees were hitting the mattress at the end of the bed. In a slow move, he was standing with both of his knees planted firmly against the bed under him, towering over you. You were too stunned to speak, your mouth dry as you tried to swallow. But damn it, it didn’t change the fact that your heart was beating fast and your nipples were hard under your shirt. “But one thing I can’t smell…”, the mutant continued. “... Is if you still have your underwear on under the blanket”. He took a hold of the fabric of the blanket, pulling slightly at it, making it move down your body, stopping right over your hip. You whimpered slightly. You knew you found Mikey attractive, but this was almost ridiculous. He hadn’t even done anything, and you were already out of breath. “What will I find, (Y/N)?”

“Off”, you choked out. “They’re off”.

“Good girl”, Mikey hummed, pulling further on the blanket. It tickled as the blanket slowly moved off your skin, causing you to curl your legs up against you. With the blanket in his big hands, Mikey’s stare burned into your dripping core, just behind your closed legs. He could almost feel the heat from his towering position, watching the glistening of your folds in the dim light, your sweet scent taking a hold of his senses. Mikey suddenly felt hungry. Hungry in a way he had never felt before.

The churr that erupted from his chest almost made you jump in surprise. It was deep, deeper than you had ever dreamed it would be.

Silently he let go of the blanket to grab a hold of your ankle, his big hands easily opening you up for him. Not that you tried to fight him. No, not at all. All you could do was watch him and his hungry eyes as he crawled further onto the bed, making you gasp at every touch of him against your skin, and marvel at the sheer size of his hands on your ankles. Mikey used his rough hands to keep your legs open for him, letting him move closer to your core. Your breath hitched when you felt his breath against your knee, just before the inside of your thigh. You let out the slightest moan as Mikey’s eyes locked with yours, just as his lips meet your thigh, just above your knee. His hands slipped under your knees, sliding up the outside of your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulder and onto his shell, before curling around them, his big strong arms holding you open, revealing your aching core even further.

“I’ve always dreamed of having a woman in my bed”, Mikey murmured against your thigh, his lips slowly making their way upwards, letting his tongue lick and his teeth nibble on the way. “Though I always thought that it would happen while I was a teenager, but life has its ways to surprise us”.

“Me too”, you breathed out, making Mikey look questionable at you, his lips still working their way closer to your core. “I used to dream about you when I was a teenager”.

Mikey let out a chuckle. It was almost a laugh. Your heart almost stopped at the sound. You had never thought that you would get to hear the mutant laugh. A chuckle? Sure. A laugh? Never.

“Is that so?”, Mikey smiled against your soft skin, feeling himself getting more daring. He could literally smell and see how his words affected you. The way you bite your lips with your pupils blown wide, and how your beautiful center started to cling around empty air. The thought of how you would cling around him, brought him dangerously close to dropping, making his churr sound as he spoke. “On my bed while I was gone? You’re a better girl than I thought, waiting patiently for me to come home”.

You sighed at his praise, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. This was already better than anything you could have made up in your mind. “Mikey”, you sighed, grabbing onto the sheet under you, breathing heavily at the close proximity of his lips to your flower.

“Is this how you’ve dreamed of me?”, he asked, before his tongue drew a line, all the way from the bottom of your core to the top, flicking your clit on the way.

“Mikey!”, you gasped in pleasure, your hands flying onto the arms around your legs.

“Not so loud, (Y/N)”, Mikey whispered against your mount. “We can’t let them hear us”.

You nodded, bringing an already shaking hand up to your mouth, before Mikey let his large tongue flick your clit once more, enjoying the feeling of how your thighs tensed in his grip. It was soon followed by another flick and yet another. It didn’t take long before you grabbed a hold of the front of your shirt, biting down on that instead of just covering your mouth with your bare hand. Mikey saw how that made your shirt rise further up, letting out a deep churr like moan against your clit. The vibration of one of your heels kicked against his shell, while a head flew to his bald head. Your head rolled back as Mikey started to suck on your clit, making your shirt rise even further. One of Mikey’s hands moved from your legs and up your side, until his hand was right on your breast. Your shirt rose over his two big knuckles, exposing your chest. You groaned against your shirt in satisfaction as Mikey’s gigantic hand started palming your breast, while his tongue and lips continued their work on your clit. Mikey hummed against your clit, finding the taste of your juices and sounds sweeter than honey. He wanted more.

With the hand of the thigh that Mikey’s arm was still wrapped around, he replaced his lips and tongue with his thumb on your clit, letting his tongue sneak down to your entrance. He growled at the sight of you squirming against him, his thumb rubbing circles on your bundles of nerves, while his tongue started exploring your insides. Your eyes fell shut as you threw your head to the side, your hips buckling against his face, and your small hand grabbing on to the one that was still groping your breast. You were close. Fuck, you were close. Your free leg over Mikey’s shoulder started to move frantically as you got closer, the other shaking against Mikey’s grip. He took in the sight of you. You red flushed face, your now messy hair, and the way your breast shook ever so slightly at each sudden move. Mikey started to grind himself against the mattress under him, getting himself closer to his drop, his tongue doing curled motions inside your warm walls, all while his thumb still assaulted your clit. That was when you started to grab onto him frantically. You were close, so fucking close for him. Mikey growled against you. He was going to get you there.

And then it happened. Your legs clamped around Mikey’s head as you came with a muffled scream that sounded like his name, and your legs spazzing over his shoulder. Mikey quickly retracted his hand from your chest, forcing your legs open with both his hands, licking up every last bit of your orgasm, every breath from him sounding like a groan. You puffed and panted, your hands forming fists around the sheets as Mikey rode out your high, until your legs finally started to relax under his hands.

Mikey sat up and started to undo his overalls. His moves were almost frantic as he undid his belt, followed by his straps, all while you laid there and watched him, still recovering from the earth shaking orgasm he had brought you, your now soaked shirt clinging to your collarbone. You once again started rubbing your thighs together, the sight of the undressing turtle making your heart pound.

“You like this, don’t you, (Y/N)?”, he growled with a smug smile, as he started to push the overalls down his body and down his muscular thighs. “Just like you used to dream of, huh?”

“Almost”, you smiled back, feeling yourself getting more mischievous, letting a hand slide down to your now overly sensitive clit. “It’s even better”.

The terrapin growled at the sight, shoving the rest of his clothes onto the floor, revealing himself before you in all of his naked glory. You marveled at the full sight of his toned body, feeling your body shiver with need once more. Mikey huffed before he grabbed a hold of your wrist, moving your fingers to his mouth, so he could suck off what little slick you had picked up on them. That alone caused you to let out a choked moan.

“No more self pleasure”, he said, before throwing your hand to the mattress, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. “Take this off and I’ll show you what’s even better”.

Whatever sound you made, it was enough to make Mikey chuckle as he watched you sit up to take off your shirt, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Once your shirt hit the floor he slowly crawled over you, his deep eyes watching you like a predator hunting a prey. Instictly you leaned backwards, slowly letting your back fall against the mattress, until Mikey had you lying fully onto the bed, with him positioned between your legs. You felt his breath across your face, his beak so close that you instinctively closed your eyes, your lips searching for his. His lips were rough yet soft, and moved against yours with ease. The kiss started out sweet, as if he hadn’t just fucked you dirty with his tongue. Your arms moved around his thick neck, your fingers tracing shapes on the back of his head, your legs curling around his thick thighs. Mikey’s hands moved to hold your close by the shoulders. It wasn’t until a soft moan escaped your lips that his large tongue dared to ask for entrance. And once entrance was granted, this got heated once again. Mikey started to grind his cloaca against your soaked flower, his lips swallowing every sound that came from your pretty mouth.

“Mikey”, you moaned against his lips, buckling your hips against him. “Please, Mikey. I want it”.

Mikey pulled from your lips and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, before his eyes caught yours. “Tell me if it hurts”, he whispered, a sudden softness in his voice. In the short time you had known him, you had never heard Mikey be soft. “Tell me and I’ll stop”.

“I will”, you nodded, feeling a soft kiss against your lips, before his kisses started to move down your neck just by your ear. One of his hands moved between the two of you to his cloaca, where he pulled himself out with ease, before he slowly started dragging his head up and down your folds before he found your entrance. With even more kisses down your neck, he slowly pushed into your tight hole, groaning against your skin. You had to bite down onto his shoulder in order not to scream. He was so much bigger than you had thought he would be, stretching you out to the point where it was hard to tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

“You’re doing so great, (Y/N)”, Mikey groaned against your ear, almost making your eyes roll back just by the sound. Your arms hugged tighter unto him as he moved further in, making him groan by how tight your walls were hugging him. “Fuck”. You whimpered against him, adjusting to his size. Mikey brought a hand to your face, pulling back slightly so he could look at you. “So good. You’re doing so good, (Y/N)”, he said before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“Please, Mikey”, you whimpered, nudging him with your leg. “Please move”.

Mikey answered you with another kiss, before letting his head drop back down to your ear. He ever so slowly started to pull out of you, before slowly pushing back in. You quickly hide your face against his broad shoulder once more, whimpering at the small wave of pleasure. Mikey listened closely to your muffled sounds at his slow speed, trying to find any signs of pain. But once he found none he slowly started speeding up.

“Shit”, he moaned against your ear, his thrust becoming harder. “You feel so good, (Y/N)”. Your hands clawed onto his shell, your sounds muffled by his rough skin against your mouth.

Mikey’s legs moved further apart, making it easier for him to move against you. With the bed starting to creak lightly under you, you prayed that neither your mother or sister would hear anything. Neither the way you whimpered against the mutant turtle, or the way he cursed and groaned against your ear, telling you how good you were. Michelangelo fucking you raw on his old childhood bed was not something they needed to know. But you would be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed of this moment, ever since he was brought back down to the lair. And now you were enjoying the full force of his God-like thighs.

Mikey placed a hand over your mouth and pulled back, looking down at you with hungry yet mischievous eyes. “Is this what you’ve dreamed of?”, he asked, his hips continuing to drive into you, setting a new speed. “To be fucked like this but and old mutant?” You nodded frantically, wanting to scream against his hand. A bright smug smile grew on his lips, bringing a boyish charm you had never seen on him before. He almost looked 20 years younger. “You’re such a good girl, (Y/N). Tell me, who is fucking you this good?”

“You, Mikey!”, you whimpered against his hand, your head spinning at the second high that was starting to build in your lower region.

“You’re getting close, ain’t you, (Y/N)?” His hand moved from your mouth to your throat, making you fight to stay quiet. Your heart beating faster and faster as you got closer and closer to your second orgasm. “Who are you coming for, (Y/N)?”

And with that your second orgasm that night hit you like a brick wall. Your body spazzing and your head spinning, you let out a loud soar moan. “Mikey!” The said mutant roughly pulled you in for another hungry kiss, swallowing every sound as you came hard around him. His speed continued high, the bed creaking while he rode out your high. His thrusts started to become erratic against your still shaking body, before he too came, groaning your name out loud.

Mikey stayed upon you, as the both of you caught your breath. With one last kiss, he slowly pulled out of you, leaving the two of you with small noises of complaint by the lack of each other. He laid back on his shell, staring up at his old ceiling while catching his breath. He instinctively pulled you close with his big arm, letting you rest your head upon his shoulder. He knew he should leave. You had both been noisier than he had wished to be, and he feared what April would say if she found him cuddling with her freshly fucked daughter in his arms. But Mikey could not deny how nice it was to be laying there with you in his old room. Who would have thought that his teenage dream of having sex in his room actually would come true.

“So”, you smiled from his side. “Was this just like your dream of having a woman in your room?”

Mikey chuckled, pulling you even closer. “It was even better”.

[luvendiary]

HII ITS THE NOD LOVER🫶🫶 CAN YOU DO A NOD X READER WHERE THE READER IS CHOSEN AS QUEEN AFTER THE POD BLOOMS AND ITS JUST FLUFF BC NODS GF IS NOW QUEEN<3

a/n: hello! long time no see. i´m in college now! life´s been crazy latelly, but i tried to clear my mind from the stress of it by writing for a while. i had such a hard time with this request. i have a draft of it that might never see the light that i worked on for months. eventually i just decided to start from scratch and wrote this in three hours. hope you enjoy!

Queen Of The Pod

Your muscles were aching and begging at you to give them a break. But you couldn't, not yet. You groaned as you tried to crawl back with whatever energy remained in your body. 

Your leafman uniform was plagued with burn marks from Mandrake´s rot. Some of it had managed to singe your body, but it had been stopped from doing any major damage by your protective pieces.

You lifted your head up just to see Ronin struggling on the floor, being held down by Mandrake´s staff. 

“Don´t touch him, you decaying shit!” you groaned out as you reached for your blade -or attempted to.

“Lie down princess”, Mandrake said, barely sparing a glance at your weak figure. “I'll be with you in a second”. 

He then refocused his attention on the General and with an evil grin pushed the rot towards his face.

Ronin´s eyes went wide as he attempted to put as much distance as he could between him and the black gooey substance. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. His face was covered in bruises, and he had been through hell and back just to be able to protect the pod.

At the very last moment, Mandrake rerouted his staff, and brought it down on Ronin´s chest, burning deeply into his chestplate. As the General winced, he took advantage of his weak position and pinned him down to the floor with his foot.

“What is that saying you leafmen have?” Mandrake mused as he nonchalantly threw his staff over his shoulder. “Lots of leaves…something, something. Very inspiring”. He then raised the staff over his head, and his smirk turned into a look of rage and anger. “But in the end, every leaf falls and  dies alone…”

Ronin´s eyes went wide as the staff came down towards his face with sudden speed. However the blow never landed, and when he opened his eyes two blades were protecting his face from being completely consumed by the rot.

“No one is alone”, Nod said as he pushed the staff away from Ronin.

As if on cue, an army of leafmen dropped from the sky in perfect formation. You came to the sudden realization that moonlight was now filtering through the chamber, meaning that the pod would be able to bloom after all.

“Not even him”, you added as you pointed your blade menacingly towards Mandrake. 

The arrival of your boyfriend had been timed perfectly. You had the urge to jump into his arms and make sure he was alright, but you limited yourself to a discreet smile.

‘I'm glad you´re okay’.

Mandrake seemed to come to the same conclusion as you had. The leafmen´s presence meant that they were not occupied with his soldiers; the darkness was not a threat anymore. Frantically he tried to break through the soldiers and get back to the pod, however you and Nod intertwined your blades once again, blocking his way to the center of the chamber.

Mandrake let out a growl of frustration as he pushed and fought harder, but the blooming pod seemed to give you newly renewed energy. You felt Tara with you. It was because of her that you were doing this, you would make her proud. 

With your fuelled energy, you both thrusted your blades forward at the same time that the pod bursted with energy, throwing Mandrake backwards. You hurriedly ran towards the entryway ready to fight him in case he wasn't ready to give up yet, however his drowning screams caught your attention as he was swallowed into the trunk of a tree by his own rot.

You allowed yourself to sigh out in relief, exhaustion washing over your body once again. You saw Nod already helping Ronin up from the floor, and offering him his shoulder as support. 

“You alright old man?” you asked as you sheath your sword. 

“I´m fine. A little bruised is all”, he replied. “How's your leg doing? He burned you pretty badly”. 

Nod approached you, after making sure Ronin was in fact okay, and made you place your arm around his shoulder as he held you securely by your waist. 

The sudden weight of the situation dawned on you. It was over. He was gone, and so was she. You missed her. From the moment Tara died, you had not been able to process her death but rather had been focused on fixing the disaster it had caused. Now that you weren't on this quest anymore, her absence was palpable.

“I wish she could be here”, you blurted out. You felt Nod hold on tighter to your waist as he rubbed comforting circles with his thumb on it. 

“She is,” Ronin said breathlessly, as his gaze landed upon the blooming pod. Now that the battle was over, the people of Moonhaven had come out of their hiding places and were staring in awe at the light emanating from the pod. 

The light particles hovered over the flower before gently flying out. They traveled along the chamber, as if greeting everyone there. As if Tara was happy to see them safe. It slowed down as they reached your small group, stopping ever so slightly in front of Ronin and shimmering a little bit brighter, before making its way over to you and Nod. You expected the same greeting as Ronin had had. A final goodbye from your sister. However, the light did not leave your side, and instead it started to shine brighter and bigger. 

Nod carefully  removed his arm from around your waist, and gave you your space.

The light suddenly took the shape of Tara. You tried your best to remember your training and straightened up with your arms by your side. However, you couldn´t stop the few tears that had formed in your eyes from escaping.

“You did alright kid,” she said with the kindest of smiles. “You're in great hands”.

She glanced back at Ronin, prompting the General to smile.

“There's that smile…” Tara said as she returned her loving gaze back to you. “Take care of them for me”.

“I can´t. I´m not fit for being a queen”, you whispered as your voice broke slightly. “It should be you. You should be here…with me”.

Tara held on to your shaking hands, “I'll alway be with you”.  With a final smile, she placed a tender kiss on your forehead. A bright light suddenly surrounded you and before you knew it, Tara was gone. Well, not really. That deep sadness you had been holding on to was gone. You could feel her. She lived within you. And you would make her proud, her legacy would live on through you.

A soft calling of your name broke you out of your trance. Your head snapped towards your awestruck boyfriend who was looking at you as if you were a star. You came to the sudden realization that the pain in your leg was gone, and as you glanced down to check on your wound you were surprised to see your runiform replaced with a stunning green and white dress. The queen's dress.

“You look stunning…” he breathed out. A smile crept onto his face as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a small laugh as he lifted you up from the ground and spun you. 

“Nod!” you laughed out. “Put me down”. 

“As you wish, your majesty”, he said as he set you down once again and playfully bowed. 

The people cheered, in celebration of their new queen. To which you offered them graceful smiles.

“You know what this means…” Ronin said as he stood next to you, his helmet held firmly on his right arm.

“What?¨ you asked.

“Nod better shape up”. 

You laughed at that, and glanced back at your boyfriend who was staring at you with a lovesick smile.

“I guess he does”.

[aquamarineghost06]

I normally don't post rough doodles, but this was a very long week and the first thing I did once I had free time was start drawing. I maybe will finish this later... maybe

[elysiaheaven]

KC cast with a streamer reader!- who's a serial killer like them!

Reader is

V

V finds your dark humor and unapologetic nature intriguing and hates it (Because it doesn't remind him of Ronin, trust). Tho Your shared interest in justice through violence (allows for deep conversations that often blur the line between morality and chaos.

He feels a strong urge to protect you, treating you like a delicate flower amid a storm. He appreciates your fierceness when talking abt your victims or discussing ethics in a humorous, detached manner.

V’s flirting is awkward yet sincere (When he starts to like you he tries). He struggles to express his feelings, often delivering compliments in the same cold manner he uses to discuss your latest "projects."

V loves animals, so he might show off a new pet or plant during your streams, inviting you to do the same. You both share a passion for nurturing life while secretly discussing death.

He grapples with the morality of your actions, often reflecting on whether your “mission” serves a greater good or merely satisfies your own darker desires. His love for you adds complexity to his views.

Misaki

Misaki loves your streams, your chaotic escapades, often turning your dark activities into comedic gold. Your goofy nature matches perfectly, creating entertaining and unpredictable streams.

Your playful, snarky interactions draw in viewers, with you teasing Misaki about their darker tendencies while they counter with silly remarks about “killing the competition.”

Misaki is deeply supportive, always cheering you on during streams. They value your ability to relate to their chaotic lifestyle, making your bond feel genuine and lively.

You might host cooking streams where you whip up meals with an edge—using “blood” as a cooking ingredient (like red food dye) while laughing about your “killing skills.”

Despite her silly demeanor, Misaki is aware of the emotional turmoil that comes with your lifestyle. She is there for you during low moments, offering light-hearted jokes to ease the heaviness.

Angel

Angel appreciates your sweet and dark side, blending her optimistic pessimism with your chaotic nature. Your streams could explore dark themes while maintaining an upbeat vibe that attracts viewers.

In moments of doubt, Angel is there to uplift you, reminding you of the beauty in your chaos and the importance of embracing who you are, even as a killer.

You might host streams that glamorize your lifestyle, wearing stunning outfits while discussing your “projects.” Angel encourages you to flaunt your darkness and embrace your identity.

Given her own struggles with manic episodes, Angel is sensitive to your needs. You both have open discussions about mental health, ensuring you both feel supported.

Together, you might create art or music inspired by your experiences, sharing your twisted love with the world through unique and creative expressions.

You challenge each other’s perspectives, often leading to deep discussions about morality, making your relationship both fun and thought-provoking.

Ronin

Ronin revels in your darkness, viewing your relationship as a canvas for corruption. He encourages you to embrace your murderous tendencies and even pushes you further into chaos.

Your streams are filled with dark humor and playful banter, where Ronin might take on a dominant role, teasing you and challenging you to outdo him in “kills.”

Beneath his playful exterior, Ronin is conflicted. He finds himself falling for you, struggling with his feelings as he admires your darkness but also fears losing himself in your chaotic bond.

You brainstorm ideas for streams that feature elaborate setups for your “projects,” each one more twisted than the last, often resulting in a grotesque yet artistic performance.

Ronin’s romantic gestures are laced with darkness. He might present you with a bouquet of “bloody” flowers or a heart-shaped trinket that’s a little too realistic.

You share secrets about your “work” during quiet moments, forging a deeper connection. Ronin is captivated by your innocence amidst your gruesome lifestyle, often leaving him longing for a deeper understanding.

[tmntkiseki]

When you have a crisis over the realization that The Last Ronin could very well be a potential alternate future for the 2003 series as well as the original Mirage comics due to 2003 taking so much inspiration from them.

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

OK so yep turtle child. I seem to have fallen back into all my old artistic phases once again, Tmnt included in that roster.

I get a brain worm sometimes, it sits and annoys me and wont go away because of course I cant be inspired to draw normal things. Oh well, this is Mucha (pronounced Moo-kah) named after a painter from the art nouveau period. He is the son of our favorite leader in blue, Leo. YES ok wait before anyone gets me, no oc shipping made him. He and his cousin's were made through the art of ✨science✨

Lets say in the bay movies (because those have a soft spot in my heart I'm so sorry I know theyr kinda ugly-) some baddie gets the blood samples from the brothers and instead of trying to make a pandemic (havnt watched the movies in forever forgive me) they try recreating the experiment to try and create super soldiers (overused plot line dontworryaboutit) they mix the mutation agent with four turtles they have on standby, along with the DNA of each brother. Welp mutation happens but before they can get too far the boys swoop in thinking it was some sort of beep bop and rock steady situation. They discover the four recently mutated infant turtles and the rest goes from there.

sorta like the last Ronin but no sads, and before you know it the baby turtles have favorites and now they are sorta parent big brothers. As they get older and the babies grow they lean into the fatherly aspect. Or something.

Now this is the baby who gravitated toward Leo and he to him, and has Leo as a top roll model in his life. Sure all the boys help raise the new set, but again the kids all have favorites. Naturally. (I will mess with this later, but for now this is the wobbly idea) Well Mucha has Leo the stern when leading, silly when the weight is off his shoulders, overly bossy and slightly controlling Leo. Leo who would die for his family but can be cruel and very blunt. Who is also really young in his own right. Being the top role model for a child. Well they have a relationship were Mucha adores him, wants to be like him. But can never seem to live up to his expectations, tries so hard to impress him. He has a loving father figure who teaches him but also tries to helicopter him so much. Control so much, who is blunt when frustrated or angry. This kid is terrified of disappointing him, but wants deep within himself to impress his father his OWN way. Being Mucha not little Leo. He falls where Leo did when chosen as leader, under pressure without his parent even realizing it.

Leo does love him, but as we have seen he is a control freak. So his child naturally rebels, snapping and arguing with him when he's having a bad day. Not wanting to listen to him, because Leo wont listen to MUCHA. As Mucha gets older their relationship becomes strained.

K well I'm stuck in this now. This was mostly a thought post, read a thing about Leo wanting so badly to be a parent. Started wondering how it would go, will continue to work on this. Probably. The reason Mucha's art is so angsty is because that's where the pen went. Hes actually not that bad, usually.

OH well the second, white turtle. He gets his own post later :D

[genetello]

Mm/tottmnt!Last Ronin

Yes, I was inspired by that art!

And yes, I made the second subtitles at the bottom so that if someone did not understand the ones in the middle!

In my opinion, there is a high probability that this version of Donatello will become the new "Last Ronin"!

[weirdoartsy]

DTIYS

"two sides of a coin"

DTIYS of Leo and Mikey, in the lost ruins of new york city

Context: Freshly after Donatello's death Leo is always on missions, even before his two brothers death he was always on the Front Lines but now all he cares about is fighting. Casey wanted his sensei's attention and thus would try to join them but he was still too young(16) in sensei's eyes and was not willing to risk the future of the resistance and one of the only reasons he is still alive. One day he sneaks out onto the field and the krang finds him, therefore kidnapping the poor fella. Leo after finding out goes to save him and Mikey joins not wanting his brother or his nephew to die making this a "journey of the ronin's"

HEYYYYYY YOU GUYS, GUESS WHAT? I FINALLY HAVE ART FOR MY APOCALYPTIC AU "JOURNEY OF THE LAST RONIN'S" AND I WANT YOU GUYS TO ALSO DRAW IT!!!!

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Here's the unedited version of the DTIYS!

In case you want a clearer version just In case!