#Michelangelo is heartbroken

[greenxlady]

I guess he never did get that toaster he demanded in TCRI...

Out of context this moment is unintentionally hilarious.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Anger: part 1 (18+)

2007!Raphael x reader (past 2007!Leonardo x reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Leonardo's Ending Raphael’s Ending

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A/N: I recently rewatched the 2007 TMNT for the first time in a loooooong time, and this idea came to me straight away. So now I grace you with more smut. Is it the heaviest on the internet? Noooo. Is it the heaviest I’ve written? Hell yeah. Enjoy!❤️

Warnings: sex, sexual acts, angry revenge sex?

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Raphael was angry, and it was all Leonardo’s fault. Ever since Leo left for his training in South America, Raphael had been angry. Raphael had several reasons for being mad at Leonardo, and he had every intention of holding that grudge. Because as far as Raphael knew, Leonardo would never come back.

Raphael’s frustration towards Leonardo started long before Master Splinter ever mentioned anything about South America. Raphael had always had a little of a grudge when it came to his big brother, but it was the day Leonardo landed you that Raphael wanted to punch him for the first time. You were so beautiful. Everything Raph had ever dreamed of, yet Leo was the one that got you first. Leo was the one that got to hold you, kiss you and touch you. And Raph hated it. He hated watching you kiss Leo or hearing Leo talk about you, because he could only dream about you.

Then Master Splinter mentioned South America and Leonardo started thinking about it. You didn’t like it. You told Leo you didn’t like it. He would be gone for so long, and you feared that. You didn’t wish to be alone for that long. Yet you didn’t stop Leo when he decided to go. Raphael was outside Leonardo’s room, listening as Leo promised he would come back to you. He had kissed you, told you he loved you, and then left.

Even without Leonardo there you would still come to the lair. You would spend time with Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello, but your main destination would always be Leonardo’s room. It would usually be in there that you wrote your letters to him, telling him how much you missed him. Leonardo would write back to you. He would tell you about his adventures in South America and compare the nature to your beauty. Raphael almost wanted to throw up when he heard you read it out loud for Donnie and Mikey.

But as time went on the letters from Leonardo became less and less. Not just for you but the rest of the family. You started to get nervous and Raphael could feel it. When you counted down the days until you could see Leonardo again, Raph saw it in your eyes. You feared what was going on. You became insecure in Leo’s apsense, and that only added on to Raph’s anger.

But when Leonardo’s training in South America ended, you were heartbroken when he didn’t come. And then came the letter. Raph could clearly remember the sound as you started crying in Leo’s room, reading the last letter he sent you. Leonardo wasn’t coming home. He had decided it. They needed him in South America. They needed the Ghost of the Jungle.

Raphael was mad. He was mad that his brother would leave him and his family like that. And he was mad that he would leave you. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. First Leonardo took you and then he left you.

Soon your sadness started to grow along with anger. Raphael caught you in Leo’s room sitting silently on his bed, before punching hard into the pillow.

One day Raphael saw you in Leo’s room once again, anger boiling in his blood at the sight. Was he angry at you for still being sad over Leo, or was it still the anger from Leo’s decision to stay in South America? Raph wasn’t sure, but he knew that was what pulled him into Leonardo’s room. Raph closed the door behind him and took a seat next to you on Leo’s bed, you not meeting his eyes. It took some time, but finally the two of you started talking. And then you said the magic words. You were angry at Leonardo. You were mad. And then you kissed. Right on Leonardo’s bed.

That night Raphael took you hard on Leonardo’s bed. He wanted to ruin Leonardo’s room and every single memory you and him had in there, making him the only person you could think of whenever you walked in there. As he pounded into you relentlessly, he grabbed your face and turned it towards him. He asked you who made you feel so good. He would never forget the fucked out look on your face as you moaned out loud; “you, Raph!” In that moment he felt like he lived a dream.

But that dream didn’t last long. Everyday Raphael was reminded of Leonardo’s appsense, and everyday he felt that anger build up in him. Not even his self appointed role as the Nightwatcher could make the anger go away. It only kept building and building, until one day he had enough and he came to your apartment, still wearing his Nightwatcher attire. He stayed the whole night, fucking you on every surfuse possible. Every place he could think in every position possible. He kept going until he was sure he had fucked you in every place Leo had. On the couch in your living room, your coffee table, your kitchen counter, your bed, the bathroom, even on the floor in your hallway.

It didn’t even take a week before you asked him to come over again. And as he pounded you into your mattress, he could help but feel a little satisfied. You were begging him to keep going as your eyes rolled back. Raphael placed your leg over his shoulder making him go deeper, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. And as your third orgasm of the night rolled over you, Raphael started thinking. There was no way Leo ever fucked you as good as he was going right now. Leo would never be this rough with you. But there you were, drooling from your mouth and cuming around Raph once more.

After Raph had helped you roll out your high, he placed a long passionate kiss on your lips, before thrusting into you once more. And the sounds that came from you only verified Raphael in his suspicions. Only he had fucked you this good. Leo never did. Leonardo had never known how to love a person as perfect as you, but he did. And Raph was going to show you over and over again how good he was at loving you, even if he was angry.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Free invite to rant about your tortillas as humans

*clears throat*

Mkay @belleyellsaboutturtles @truths33k3r4 @boots-with-the-fur-club come getchy'alls food

So I'm calling the AU "Lou Jitsu's Kids". I'm still working on the story and a few details, but basically this is how the story goes...

It begins introducing the most important characters to the AU and giving some quick context, starting with Lou Jitsu. (His story is exactly the same as canon until a certain point so I won't explain him lol).

Next we're introduced to Bea M, Lou Jitsu's manager, publicist, former roadie, owner of the Hotel Nexus where Lou Jitsu lives, and girlfriend. But secretly and unbeknownst to Lou, she runs an underground crime syndicate and mafia under the pseudonym "Big Mama".

The story picks up at Lou's proposal to Big Mama. She declines, fearing that if they were to get married, her secret double life would be revealed. Lou is heartbroken but accepts her answer, believing that she will one day accept it when she's ready.

The next introduction is to a young struggling single mother, who's boyfriend left her after the unplanned pregnancy of their son, Raphael. Raph's mom has just been laid off and rent is due at her crummy apartment. Though she wants to keep her son, she understands that she cannot support him and is forced to give him up for adoption so that he might have a better life.

Next, we are introduced to a happy young family moving to NYC for the father's new job as an architect. The mother has taken a job teaching kindergarten so she can stay close to their twin sons, Leonardo and Donatello. However, on the drive, the vehicle is crashed into and Leo and Donnie's parents are killed instantly.

We are then introduced to a person the narrator refers to as "a nobody" or something like that. The "nobody" has just been given a wonderful gift, but decides to throw the gift away simply because they do not want the responsibilities that come with it. They are shown shoving a small bundle into a dumpster in the alley before running. We are then introduced to Michelangelo, a newborn baby, who is quickly running out of time.

Lastly, we are introduced to Baron Draxum, a man who owns a small and failing orphanage. He manages to hear Mikey crying in the alley and rescues him, taking him to the hospital before bringing him to the orphanage later. At first, we are meant to believe that Draxum is just a grumpy old man yet essentially harmless, but we learn that the orphanage is a front for illegal science experiments, drug enhancements, and genetic experiments hidden beneath the building. Draxum begins experimenting on the four newest additions to his orphanage -- Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey.

If I remember correctly, a few years later, grandpa Shō dies. Distraught by the loss of his last remaining family member, Lou Jitsu reflects on his life and his family. He chooses to visit "Draxum's Home for Little Lambs" on a whim and ends up meeting the four boys, who adore his films and idolize his characters. Lou decides to use his wealth and and connections to donate to charity, specifically choosing to renovate Draxum's Orphanage and provide funding for a rec center as well. Lou continues to donate to the orphanage and even goes so far as to invite all the kids on a tour to his film studio to watch how movies are made. With each visit, he falls more and more in love with the four boys and eventually decides to adopt them all, much to Bea M's disagreement. However, after meeting the boys and seeing the poverty they come from, she changes her mind.

There's a heck of a lot more after that, but this post is long enough so I think I'd stop there for now and ramble another time...

[darth-sonny]

You got any Prime Leo AU Bad End snippets, funny moments or fun facts? Your prime Leo AU is my favorite thing please feed me your ideas and thoughts on it!!!

hmmmmmmmmmmm.......not as much as I would like but here are some snippets:

Casey Jr is the leader of the second Resistance. he's already an expert on how to survive an alien apocalypse (but nobody knows that) so every survivor they save and recruited looks at him like he's their last hope on earth

(he hates that look)

no one, legit no one, knows who Prime's Host is. they just know he's a turtle but other than that, they got nothing

both Donnie and Casey Jr have a reputation for being stoic, no nonsense, and scarily proficient in dispatching Kraang zombies and demon dogs

(it's the only way they let out their anger in a judgment-free way)

all of the Hamatos wear blue in some way, shape or form

Casey Jr and Master Splinter tie their hair with a blue mask, Professor Donatello has a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, Captain Raphael and Master Michelangelo have matching blue bracelets, and Commander O'Neil has a blue bandana around her arm

the Hamatos are well-known for being quite mysterious. all the Resistance knows about their personal lives is that they had a family member who died on the day the invasion started up again. anymore questions are met with either silence or a chilling glare

the Hamatos still have their ninpō, but it does little to help

Master Michelangelo is always seen meditating. any questions about it are answered with "I'm searching for something". he always finishes looking heartbroken and pissed. tons of Kraang mechs and zombies are destroyed after those sessions

Raph wears an eyepatch. his eye injury has long since healed but he still wears it 'cus he thinks it makes him look cool

April ripped the eyepatch off of his face and smacked him

[chyirly]

TMNT, except it's one of those cliche ‘I Was Transmigrated As the Villainous Lazy Prince!’ with the main character being Mikey.

Orenji, Mikeys real world name, is reading one of the most cliche ‘Normal girl is summoned to a fantasy world as the Saint that will fight against an evil darkness. Gaining her own harem of powerful figures along the way.’ novels.

The villain is Prince Michelangelo who made a deal with a demon in order to gain more power before being taken over by the demon.

Orenji then goes to sleep after reaching the end of the novel and then wakes up in the world of the ‘insert cliche name’ in the body of Prince Michelangelo.

He's surrounded by maids telling him he was in a coma after falling from his balcony. None of his family come in, which fits with the plot of the novel. He decides to fake amnesia.

Before he realizes that the beginning of the story already began. This is bad because by then Prince Michelangelo had already begun antagonizing the Saint for getting close to his brothers.

Blah blah blah, the usual plot, NOW HERES THE INTERESTING STUFF! (under cut)

- Leo is the Crown prince that is never around, but still knows everything going on, he's calculating in nature and is the first to notice that Michelangelo's amnesia is fake/not an actual thing

- Raph is a war general that is known for his brutality is busy fighting on the outskirts to care about drama in the palace

- Donnie is the royal scientist that has greatly improved the scientific field, with microscopic help from the Saint, using her for experiments, he is too trapped in his world to care about what’s going on outside

- Casey is Raphs second in command, following him to war, and in his spare time is a part of the palaces guard, he's obsessed

- April is Donnie's assistant and is also apart of the secret guard

- Splinter is the heartbroken King that tries to be there for his children but sometimes pushes them away

- The brothers do care for each other, especially Michelangelo because he is the youngest, they spoiled him rotten and distanced themselves after realizing that they were the reason the Michelangelo had changed so much

- This broke Michelangelo's heart, who saw his brothers as the lights of his life and saw their separation as them abandoning him

- After waking up, Mikey sought to give himself a better life then both of the ones before by getting close to background influential charcaters, beginning with Donnie

- Donnie tried to figure out why Mikey had amnesia, pushing himself to find a ‘cure’, even through darker means

- Raph was in a war when he got the news of Mikey's amnesia, so he got a bit more bloody just so that he could return earlier then the plot

- Leo might have put a few secret guards around Mikey, but nobody has any proof of that

- Michelangelo and Mikey have very different interests and dislikes, some are flipped for the person, which is what puts suspicion on Mikey not being Michelangelo

- The brothers might have visions of the past timeline

Orenji’s life

- Hes a single child

- He's friends with a pair of twins and a member of the wrestling club, as well as a member of the newspaper club, a member of the hockey club and their cousin

- He was part of the art club, which is why he read the novel, was tasked to draw his favorite scene from an assigned book

- He was popular with other students and staff, being the person that they could go to when they wanted to express their feelings

- He has a part-time job at the local restaurant/bakery, with the shop being a regular participant in the local cook-off competition

- Draxum is his dad, but due to being a well-known scientist he's out of town most of the time, so to not feel lonely Orenji would crash at his friend's house

- Michelangelo might be living his life now

[pumpkinpie59]

i think michelangelo started crushing on buffy bc he felt like kala was unreachable bc of the fact he barely sees her

like he’s trying to get over her so he doesn’t get heartbroken or something?

idk

[whattraintracks]

30. Wrestling - TMNT 1990s

"You are unique among your brothers, for you choose to face this enemy alone. But as you face it, do not forget them, and do not forget me. I am here, my son."

Splinter breathes deeply, allowing the flow of air to guide the outside world to the forefront of his awareness. Stale subterranean scent, cushioned armchair beneath him, dim candlelight, footsteps. Someone has drawn him out of meditation. Perhaps his sons are home earlier than expected.

"You may enter, Raphael," he offers to the hovering shadow. The turtle creeps inside, halting but a moment before bowing deeply.

He smiles warmly, "Have you and your brothers returned?"

"The guys are still out." Raphael's shoulders hunch; from what emotion, he cannot tell. "I, I didn't go with them."

The scattered candles flicker. A great darkness seems to cross Raphael, and he glimpses someone very much unlike his passionate son. Someone exhausted, worn down, nearing the brink of collapse.

Raphael's voice brittles, "Can I stay with you?"

Splinter's not sure what is more alarming, that Raphael has declined an opportunity to go to the surface—with his brothers, no less—or this weariness so evident in him.

"What troubles you?" He implores.

Raphael shakes his head mutely.

He insists, trying to keep his disquiet at bay, "I cannot help you if you do not tell me what is wrong."

A coarse whisper, "It's nothing."

"This is not nothing," he creaks to his feet, "You must—"

"Dad."

The sudden plea stills them both.

"Master Splinter." His heart wrenches at the self-conscious amendment. It is not one he needs to make. Not about this. Not ever.

"Please, can I just," Raphael cuts himself off, breathing shallowly. Another flicker of candlelight and Splinter catches the sheen of tears in his eyes.

"Oh," he breathes. What a fool he is. His son has come seeking comfort and company, not interrogation.

"Yes. Yes, come." He beckons, reseating himself. "Sit with me."

Raphael shuffles deeper into the train car, kneeling stiffly. Splinter clucks softly, reaching for his arm to pull him against the chair. He curls forward without resistance, breath hitching.

"My son," he says, soothing with hands and words. "I am sorry. You may always come to me. You need not tell me what is on your mind to do so."

He is unsurprised but nevertheless heartbroken as Raphael releases a heavy sob, giving in to whatever weight he has been carrying. Tears prick in his own eyes at the openly hurting sound. He internally chides the parts of himself that demand answers over acceptance with open arms. Wrapping them now around as much of Raphael as he can, he mourns with his son so clearly wrestling with a great burden. He sends a prayer of gratitude to his Master Yoshi for guiding Raphael to him when that weight grew too large to bear alone.

Much time passes before the rest of his sons return. Long after Raphael cries himself past exhaustion into sleep. At some point, concerned at the angle of his son's neck, Splinter maneuvers out of his chair to rest them more comfortably on the floor. His ears prick at a whisper of movement. Ah, three movements.

Michelangelo peers into the train car, his brothers close behind. "Oh," he blinks, "he really did stay here."

Protectiveness flares within Splinter. "We should not begrudge Raphael's need for comfort or rest," he reproves.

Michelangelo's eyes widen in dismay, "Of course not!"

Donatello shakes his head, "No, we're not— We don't think Raph—" His eyes dart as they do when he's searching for the most precise explanation. "We're just worried about him."

"He's been having a rough week," Leonardo murmurs.

Oh, his sweet sons. He should not have been so quick to assume they meant anything uncharitable when they are but concerned brothers. As with Raphael, he wishes they had come sooner instead of struggling and worrying alone. He can be grateful they are here now.

"Tell me," he invites, resting a muffling hand on Raphael's tympanum.

They glance between themselves as they kneel, silently urging one another to speak first. He is careful to display only calm patience despite his inner turmoil.

Michelangelo finally bursts, "He's not eating." The other two look at him, befuddled.

"Okay, he's not, not eating," he revises, "but he didn't even finish a whole pizza at April's on Monday!"

Splinter trusts this is a remarkable incident, given their identically serious nods.

"I think he's having nightmares," Donatello contributes. "At the very least, he's not sleeping well. I keep finding him awake at odd hours, and sometimes he's pretty freaked."

Splinter huffs fondly. "Should I ask what you are doing awake at 'odd hours', Donatello?" The turtle shrugs cheekily.

He ponders these insights, soothing Raphael as he twitches. Do dreams haunt him now, even surrounded by loved ones?

"Leonardo?" he prompts, drawing his final son from deep thought.

Leonardo begins slowly as if unsure, "He's been more focused during training." As they all have. With their many hardships, each of his sons has increased their dedication to learning ninja, whether they realise it or not.

He listens keenly as Leonardo continues, "But when we're out, he hesitates. I've never seen so much slip past his defense."

He hums, "You are concerned he is a danger to himself and your brothers?"

"Never," Leonardo swears.

He tilts his head, not unkindly.

"Well, yeah, I guess," Leonardo concedes. "But not like that. Raph usually loves fighting." His eyes resonate with confusion and grief and fear. "He doesn't seem to enjoy it much lately. And he's always so tired, Master Splinter. It has to be more than him not sleeping."

"Maybe they're connected," Donatello suggests, "Maybe whatever's going on is affecting his sleep, and improper sleep is exacerbating the symptoms, on and on in a vicious cycle of—"

Michelangelo groans, "We get it, Donnie."

"Shh, quiet," Leonardo hisses.

They shush each other back and forth as Splinter watches Raphael slumber with a heavy heart. Holding up a paw, they fall silent. "You are right, my sons. Raphael is wrestling with something very grave indeed."

He reaches out to them. "My turtles, you have been through so much in your young lives." They lean in, allowing him to rest a hand on them, one by one.

"How do we help him?" Michelangelo asks.

Moved as he always is by Michelangelo's generous spirit, he is loath to admit he has no answer. He is stopped before he can.

"By following Master Splinter's teachings," Leonardo pronounces, looking at him eagerly. "Ultimate mastery comes not of the body but of the mind. Through mindfulness and unity, we draw each other up."

He is humbled to hear his own words in his son's voice. Warm with pride, he inclines his head.

"A break certainly couldn't hurt," Donatello rubs his chin, "A little downtime to focus on rest and healing together."

Michelangelo brightens. "Like family time!"

Donatello and Leonardo share a fond glance. "Yeah, Mikey," Leonardo says, tucking the turtle under his arm, "like family time."

"You guys are the sappiest suckers I've ever known." Splinter chuckles as Leonardo and Michelangelo startle at Raphael's sudden utterance.

Donatello laughs, "Please, you know like seven people."

"Yeah, an' the other three are normal," Raphael grumbles. Yet he unabashedly proves himself equally "sappy" as he shifts to nuzzle Splinter's hand.

Recovering from their shock, Michelangelo exclaims, "Raph!" as Leonardo yelps, "You're awake!?"

Raphael yawns widely, opening one eye briefly to check the room. "Hard to sleep with the lot of you yappin'." He appears, if only for this moment, at ease. It is a gift to see him comfortable and unguarded. More so, Splinter acknowledges, because these things have been absent in him for too long.

"I won't say no to a break," he mumbles. He lifts a hand to swat at Leonardo blindly, "But I refuse to participate in anything called 'family time'."

Leonardo evades the wild arm, a mischievous spark in his eye, "Fine then, we'll call it team building."

Raphael scoffs, "No. That's worse."

And as the four bicker good-naturedly Splinter knows they will find peace, as surely as he knows the love that binds them. However much healing Raphael needs, he will not do it alone. His family would not let him if he tried.

[genesismyart]

The Devil said to Dante; If you really knew God, you would betray him too…

Today I will talk to you about the painting ‘Fallen Angel’ by the French painter Alexander Cabanel. The artist uses the classical forms and composition design of Neoclassicism in his works based on French Academic art, and creates new syntheses, while also bringing out the powerful emotions based on imagination as in Romantic art. That is why this painting we see here offers us the chance to empathize with the Devil and does it with a captivating visuality, making it one of the most iconic works of art history. We all betray, are betrayed, experience disappointment, get angry, break hearts, succumb to lust or find ourselves a place among the endless examples of sin. Cabanel takes us here to the devil within us, to the moments when we are heartbroken and angry. When you look at the painting, you enter into a very intense emotional exchange. And with the Devil…

You think you understand and feel him. Looking at the devil here in a moment when you feel worthless, lonely can be somewhat comforting. This beautiful figure filled with anger and hatred is like a reflection of the sinner within us. Cabanel depicts Lucifer here. The name Lucifer means ‘Light bearer’. So this demon we see here is not very bad-looking because he was a creature endowed with beauty and grace, and the artist aimed to paint him as beautiful as possible. He did this in a way that suits the sacred texts. The Latin name meaning ‘Day Star’ does not evoke a very ugly one to us either.

Cabanel bases his depiction of the devil here largely on the Old Testament texts. ‘‘You were the most perfect among the beautiful and wise. You were in God’s garden, Eden. Your clothes were adorned with embroidered stones and gold. They were given to you when you were created. I made you a guardian because of your power and strength. You could enter God’s holy mountain and fire fields. You were not held accountable for anything you did. Eventually your heart was filled with evil. You created violence and became sinful. That is why I banished you from God’s mountain. I banished you from guarding the fire fields. Your heart was filled with pride because of your beauty. You used your wisdom for your pride and fame. I imprisoned you in the world with the fire inside you. You and those who followed you will burn in eternal fires and turn to ashes. This is a terrible end for you.’’ The Lucifer we see in this painting has refused to bow down to man because of his pride, has become a victim of his ambition and has just been expelled from heaven. Cabanel’s devil represents as much infinite anger, hatred and sinfulness as Michelangelo’s Moses statue represents virtue, rage and willpower. We see the eyes of the prince of hell who has been scolded and banished by his father fixed on the void with great power and hatred. The tears and redness in his eyes evoke both an emotional pain and a physical pain that the hellfire will cause.

His tears are not innocent. Even if he doesn’t say it, you feel that storms are raging inside him and he is burning for revenge just by looking at his eyes. He reminds us of our own revenge, cheap pride and helpless malice, and we feel sorry for both Lucifer and ourselves. Thank you for reading. Stay with art.

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 25!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz

“COWABUNGA!”

That simple cry was all it took for the mutants and the soldiers they were locked in combat with to stop fighting. Their eyes searched a short while until they saw four more figures jumping from the rafters armed with sai, nunchaku, Bo, and odachi.

“My beautiful experiments!” Draxum gasped, then tossed Raph and Donnie aside like toys he was bored with. 

The four mix-matched ninjas landed in a semi-decent formation, more for drama than any useful fighting technique. Cassandra saw Leo’s bewildered expression and took advantage of it to smack him over the head with the wooden part of her weapon before flipping away. 

“Ah— what are you doing here?” Leo growled and rubbed his head.

“Saving you guys!” Leonardo shot back out of impulse, then quickly withdrew with a softer, “Uh— I— I think?”

“Draxum!” 

Michelangelo squeaked and ran over to hug the yokai. Draxum grunted at the tight squeeze and his expression turned into a shamefaced, almost haunting look. He didn't seem to know what to do, not returning the hug but not quite pushing the box turtle away either.

“How’d you get here? You came to help us! Oh! I knew you would!” Michelangelo nuzzled into Draxum’s chest.

“Drax, daaaaaamn.” Leonardo whistled. “Looking Fine ~”

“Where’d you get the cool armor Drax?” Raphael asked excitedly.

“And more importantly, are they still producing them?” Donatello poked out from behind Raphael, “because I am interested!”

“I…” Baron Draxum brought his hands carefully to Michelangelo’s carapace, looking around at the gallery of other turtles and then to Cassandra who looked on with an almost heartbroken expression. Baron then snapped his attention back to Michelangelo, pulling his lips back in a snarl. “Don’t you dare touch me, vile traitor!”

Michelangelo looked up at Baron with wide, confused eyes. Draxum didn't let himself witness the sadness and heartbreak in them as he tossed Michelangelo hard. 

“MIKEY!” The rise brothers all cried out at once.

Michelangelo didn't try to catch himself. He let the impact come full force. The crack of his carapace against stone almost seemed to break Draxum’s heart in two, but he didn’t let it show. His face remained stagnant.

“Now fight, worthless terrapins! Like I made you for!”

“Draxum…?” Michelangelo’s voice was softer than a whisper, mixed with a sniffle as tears fell from his eyes and trailed down his beak. For a few seconds of shock shared between all present, the only sound was heavy breathing and the steady trickle of tears as they fell to the cold stone.

The sound that broke the silence was a roar of pure rage as Raphael brought his fist down hard on Baron Draxum’s cheek and sent the yokai slamming into the far wall, leaving an indent where his body had collided. Draxum, stunned by the blow, could only watch in mounting horror as the snapping turtle roared once more, not unlike a dinosaur from an old movie. His eyes were glossed over white, frothy foam flying out of his mouth as his breaths came heavy and labored. Raphael dug his feet into the floor for a second before charging Draxum at an incredible speed.

Cassandra gasped. “Master!” 

She was on Raphael’s trail the minute he started to charge. Her mind worked faster than a bumble bee, locking onto the bandages wrapped around the turtle's shell and remembering the damage her master had done to him. She angled her naginata to strike him in that same area for optimal damage, but her blade was intercepted by another.

“I got your back, Raph!” Leonardo locked his odachi with her bent naginats so neither of them could go anywhere.

Raph tried to charge back into the fray.

“Wait.” Leo held out his arm to stop Raph, “I wanna see something…”

Raph and Donnie reluctantly stood by their leader and watched the other turtles as they took on the yokai and the human general. Draxum overcame his shock in just enough time to launch himself out of Raphael’s war path. He didn't dare try to take on the snapper in his state— not hand-to-hand anyway. He grabbed the snapper’s legs with his vines to try and hold him back, but they were little more than a nuisance to Raphael who snapped them with ease.

Cassandra finally broke free of the stalemate with Leonardo by dropping suddenly and trying to ankle-swipe, but Leonardo was ready for her and flipped away into a quick recovery.

“Dang girl! You should totally join a circus!” 

Leonardo ducked as Cassandra tried to swing at him, dodging the speeding attack with a slide that came natural to him. He turned his duck into a charge, slamming hard into Cassandra’s stomach to knock her off balance before speeding away from her attempted counterattack.

“You’d be great at the trapeze!”

Cassandra chased after him, trying to corral him into a corner. Leonardo didn't dare stop once he got his momentum going, and when it came time for what should have been an impact, he jumped and flipped off the wall, completely missing Cassandra. Unable to stop in time, Cassandra hit the wall rather hard. Leonardo already knew what was going to happen when he landed, and so he prepared for the ouch as his feet slid out from under him and he slammed into the hard stone.

“Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” He scrambled to his feet and sped away.

Leo whistled. “Good move on his part. Could improve his landing though.” Some small part of him simmered with jealousy at how easy the slider could manage the soldier that Leo himself could barely land a hit on.

When Cassandra shook off her mistake, she did just as Leonardo had expected and reared her weapon into the air while shouting, “You dare make a mockery of the Foot Clan?!”

Her question gave Donatello enough time to swoop past, while Cassandra’s eyes were still locked in a bloodlust against Leonardo, and he snatched the mystic orb from her belt.

“I’ll take that!”

Cassandra had to do a double take to figure out what had happened before she growled and changed her target to charge at Donatello.

“GIVE THAT BACK!”

Donatello was fast, but not as fast as Leonardo. The slider did a wide turn and zoomed past to side-check Cassandra and make her slip before she could reach his brother. Leonardo snatched the orb from Donatello, circling the warehouse once more.

“HEADS UP!”

He tossed the ball up to the platform where April watched, and the kunoichi dove to catch the speeding artifact, ignoring the pain still radiating through her as it landed safely in her hands.

Donatello was handling Cassandra okay enough, and so Leonardo's next target was his youngest brother.

“Miguel! We could really use your help out here!”

Michelangelo hadn’t moved from his stunned position, his eyes still glazed over with tears. “Draxum…”

Leonardo gave a nervous whine, his eyes shooting every which way to take in the current situation before he grabbed his brother’s hands and yanked him up, forcing him into focus.

“Come on, Mike, you know drill! Let’s knock that renegade out the rafters!”

Leonardo spun quick circles; he gripped Michelangelo hard as his brother's feet left the ground. Leonardo couldn’t get nearly as much force into the toss as Raphael could whenever they played the brother ball technique, so he had to rely on pure speed and luck. And he was the luckiest one out there! Leonardo went through the calculations in his mind, humming the countdown in Spanish until he got to uno and let Michelangelo fly.

“DON! BROTHER BALL!”

Draxum was too focused on the snapping Raphael to notice the speedball headed his way. His hooves found footing easily on the rafters, dancing between the beams with a perfect balance as he angled attacks downward. Michelangelo slammed into Draxum’s back with a solid clang of keratin and metal that sent both falling.

Donatello broke from his spar with Cassandra and ran forward for the recovery, holding the wooden staff high. Michelangelo popped out of his shell when the time was right and grabbed a hold of the staff, Donatello lifting him safely away from impacting the ground. Draxum, however, landed full force.

“Nice save, Don!” Leonardo whistled as he sped past, readying himself to jump right back into the battle.

Draxum knew when to call it quits, and now was the time. His vines pulled from the ground and created a pink rift, which he promptly grabbed Cassandra and heaved her through. Raphael attempted one last charge, but Draxum was already gone and so was the portal.

[xzturtles]

A sketch from a mini comic I'll work on. (even the sketch was originally just random but I got an idea while doing the clean sketch).

It’ll be just Mikey where misses Renet.

[brightlotusmoon]

@brightlotusmoon This song has become Mikey’s song to me; no lie. Empath Mikey, loving Mikey, Angry Mikey, Mikey needs to be just...himself.

Show yourself, my son!

https://youtu.be/md7dK5-qvHc

[j-nope-not-today]

I'm mildly obsessed with your writing. Don't judge me, thank you~

How would the boys react when they found out that their girlfriend supposedly died in childbirth, and they had to spend about 3 years taking care of their daughter alone, until they discover that the reader is actually alive and this was all a plan by the foot clan.

TMNT reaction to finding out their s/o didn't die

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting and no worries I feel honoured that you like my writing! please feel free to request as much as you would like.

Raphael

He was devastated when he lost you.

Left all alone with your daughter.

He didn't know what to do to deal with you leaving so suddenly

So he was hyperfixated on making sure your daughter didn't feel an ounce of what he felt

She wanted a new toy. Boom there it is.

She wants another bed time story. Tell me which one?

If he couldn't save you he was going to make sure he was there to save her

So for three years he only had his brothers, his father, and your daughter.

So imagine his absolute shock to find out your alive

You missed so much!

Your daughter was the sweetest and you didn't even know her

You missed out on everything

And oh boy was he livid.

Absolutely seething with rage

Bet your bottom dollar he got you back and hurt absolutely anyone in his way.

Once he got you he couldn't let you go.

You got the biggest, longest hug from Raph.

Now you could be the happy family he wanted you all to be.

Everything was perfect now that he had you back.

Leonardo

Heartbroken. He was absolutely heartbroken to have lost you.

Left all alone with your daughter and not a single idea of what to do.

So the only thing he could think to do was give her enough love for the both of you.

He would tell her stories about you

She was spoiled tbh

But she also knew to be grateful for everything she had

Guaranteed she had to meditate when he did.

Meditating was the only thing keeping him sane with all that he had going on.

But oh gosh when he found out you were alive.

He was there within the hour.

You didn't see any rage on his face, but it was there.

Cue the most dramatic kiss in history

He got you back home as soon as he could and you know what he was thrilled

He introduced you to your daughter immediately and the smile on his face never fell

This is how it should have been for three years

This is what him and his daughter were missing.

He wasn't gonna let anything bad happen ever again.

Donatello

Nothing could fill the whole in his chest when he lost you.

Nothing except your daughter.

She was so perfect

Let me tell you. You had a little einstein.

Smartest mf baby ever and he was absolutely shocked to see her be so brilliant

But I mean look at who her father is

For three years he just did what he could

Cared for her and taught her what he knew

Then he saw that you were in fact alive and you had never seen Donnie more pissed.

You were home by dinner.

He waited to kiss you and hold you like he wanted.

His daughter needed a hug from you more.

So he made sure it happened and he waited until she fell asleep

Before he wrapped you in his arms and he didn't let you go..

Michelangelo

Baby boi was so depressed. So, so sad.

Like how could this happen 😭

But you know what he had something that was just as good as you and that was your daughter.

So he was gonna be the best father he could be

She was always laughing and smiling

He wasn't, but he was gonna make sure she was the happiest baby on earth.

For three years he made sure she was happy, healthy, and most importantly safe.

So imagine his shock when they go off to fight the foot and they bring you out.

Those foot soldiers didn't make it home, but you did.

You got the biggest hug! The most smiles and laughs.

All his joy came right back to him instantly and you carried you all the way home

Placed you right in front of your daughter and then gave you both the biggest hugs

Now there could be more smiles and laughter then ever before

Because you were finally home.

[glowinggator]

Cuddle Time

Request: Could you do a headcannon of what the Rottmnt turtles would react if the reader gives them lap pillow and headpats?

Pairings: Raphael/Reader (Established Relationship) Leonardo/Reader (Established Relationship) Donatello/Reader (Established Relationship) Michelangelo/Reader (Established Relationship)  

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 423

 Raphael:

He accepts immediately, with very thinly veiled glee. Times like these are so, so special to him, and he loves being held.

He gets very sleepy very quick if he doesn’t have something to keep his hands busy. It isn’t easy, being such a strong guardian of the world! Plus, he’s just a sleepy guy. Once your hands are on him, he’s out. If you take your hands off of him for too long, he’ll look up and give you these sweet, sweet puppy eyes. They’re impossible to resist!

If he’s not napping in your hold, he’s probably crocheting or watching TV.

 Leonardo:

To be quite honest, if you’ve somehow managed to offer before he asks you directly… you’re a god.

A bit wiggly for the first few minutes, but once you start giving him attention, he settles down a bit. He borderline craves the feeling of your hands caressing him — he loves to be held! If you take your hands off of him for more than a few seconds, he’ll lift his head up and bonk into you like a cat.

Enjoys watching TV or playing games while chilling out like this.

 Donatello:

Cozy time? Cozy time.

He’s a not-so-secret cuddle bug, so this two steps away from Nirvana for him. He thinks he’s so sly with it, with his whole cold, cool-guy persona — but he’s such a softie, and it’s so obvious. If you take your hands off of him for too long, he’ll physically grab your hand and put it back on him. It always makes you laugh a bit, especially since it’s so casual to him.

Likes to play on his phone while he rests his head on your lap.

 Michelangelo:

He will literally make time in a physical schedule for this, it’s adorable.

He’s the most wiggly of them all, but if you can get him invested in a good show, he’s fairly still. And once you start petting him, he settles down quite a bit. But be careful — he’s ticklish! He also gets very talkative, and likes to hear about your day. After a bit, he gets this very soft tone of voice where you know he’s 100% vulnerable with you. It’s so sweet how soft he gets. If you stop petting him he’ll either interlock his hands with yours and hold them to his chest, or give you these heartbroken little puppy eyes. He’s the master of them!

He likes to either watch TV or talk to you about your day in times like this.

[fabuloustrash05]

The 2012 Turtles as Halloween Icons 🎃

Leonardo - Emily/The Corpse Bride

Blue aesthetic is an obvious reason, but my main reason is because Leo is, in a way, similar to Emily when it comes to their love lives, or lack thereof. 

The hopeless romantic who always sees everyone else they are close to find love and be happy, but it never happens to them, with their love life ending in tragedy that leaves them alone and heartbroken.

Donatello - Jack Skellington 

Intelligent tall and scrawny men who are curious about everything they come across, usually not listening to others ideas or concerns because why should they? Their ideas are brilliant! Nothing could go wrong!

Also, both got beautiful red haired wives who love and support them through their obscure ideas, but is also the voice of reason.

Raphael - Gomez Addams

Raphael is voiced by Sean Astin, Sean Astin is the son of John Astin, John Astin played Gomez Addams in the original 1960s Addams Family TV show and voiced Gomez in the 1990s cartoon show!! It’s destiny!

Besides that, Raph is like Gomez because both men have high ambition in everything they do and love/honor their family to the point they’d do anything for them to keep them safe.

Also both men have tall gorgeous wives who they absolutely adore and have no shame in showing their love and affection towards them no matter who is around, because again, they love their wives!! Raph and Mona Lisa are the Gomez and Morticia of TMNT 2012!!

Michelangelo - Edward Scissorhands 

A gentle and kind soul who lost their father who just wishes to be accepted into society, but because society is cruel and can’t accept/understand the strange and unknown he can never truly be “normal”.

We can also add Renet being Kim, both blonde hair girls who loved and accepted the misunderstood outcast and grew to love him regardless of other’s thoughts.

Mikey could also be BeetleJuice but I feel he relates more to Edward

[radiant-reid]

Comfortable

A/n: this could unintentionally be a part 2 to Tough day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Genre: a whole lot of fluff

WC: 1.2k

CW: Nothing (??)

"Hi," Spencer murmured, raspy-voiced from the night of sleep he'd just had. Possibly the first adequate amount he'd had in at least a week.

He looked the epitome of soft. Long curls messily tumbling over his forehead. His barely-there facial hair had grown as much as it could in the week she hadn't seen him, which wasn't a lot. High cheekbones, sharp jawline like something holy created by Michelangelo. He didn't leave a chance for any other man to be as beautiful. And, if his pretty face wasn't enough, his personality made it a completely uneven playing field.

Y/n could unquestionably admire him for the rest of her life. And it still wouldn't be long enough.

"Hi, baby boy," Y/n returned, a smile spreading over her face. It was the smile reserved for him. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked, tracing his finger over his pointed features.

Spencer had been considerably upset after his last case. Tears starting the moment he walked in the door and not stopping for an hour afterward.

Spencer nodded slightly. How could he not feel better? His girl was wrapped up in his arms. She would have assumed he wanted it the other way, but Spencer needed to feel her in his arms. It was irrational, but he liked knowing she was safe. He needed to feel her body on top of his, her body weight acting like an anchor to keep him grounded.

"Yeah, thank you," Spencer spoke gently. Y/n was mesmerized by the rising and falling of his chest when he spoke. She still wasn't able to take her glance away from his deep-seated brown eyes.

Y/n held his face in her hands, moving higher, so she was lying fully on top of him. "You never have to thank me, Spence. I'm always here for you." She reassured him, knowing the comfort was something he needed so he could stop thinking about what he'd had to see in the prior days.

She delicately traced down his perfect nose. Giggling when he scrunched it, which made the side of his lips twitch upwards. Pure happiness.

Still, Spencer felt guilty. Y/n was always there for him, no matter what was going on in his life. He couldn't even imagine how terrified he'd feel if their roles were reversed. Seeing Y/n come back from cases heartbroken would feel like a nightmare. Spencer didn't understand how she did it.

"Y/n." He started, his new serious tone drawing Y/n's features into a frown. "I worried I don't tell you how much I love you." Despite being able to memorize them, Spencer was never good with his own words. He could recite hundreds of love poems off by heart, but none of them expressed how he felt. "And I do love you. So much. I'm just not good at showing it." He claimed.

Y/n could see the guilty look on his face. She could tell he felt like he didn't deserve any of the good things in his life, despite all the terrible things he'd gone through.

On top of that, he always felt inexperienced. He'd never seen a happy relationship growing up, and it was something he couldn't learn out of a textbook, so he had no clue if he was doing it right.

"Spencer, honey, you tell me more than enough." She assured him, holding his face in her palms. "And you show me just as much. Seriously, I've never felt more loved in my life. I can tell you're worried you're not doing it right, but you've never done anything wrong." She comforted him, stroking his cheeks. It was unbelievable to her that Spencer ever felt he didn't show her enough love. "I see and hear how much you love me all the time. I can physically feel it." She told him, reaching down to place her hand on his heart.

Spencer nodded at her sadly. "Okay, because I do love you." He continued.

"I love you too, baby. I'm going to make us breakfast, my love," Y/n announced, not particularly wanting to leave Spencer for a second but hungry.

Spencer shook his head. "Wait, kiss, please." He adorably whined out his request.

Y/n couldn't say no to someone looking as cute as he did, leaning forwards to gently place their lips together. It was sweet, sensitive and full of nothing but love. Everything Spencer needed. Everything Y/n needed.

"Shower and then come to the living room." She gently instructed as she rolled off him.

Spencer nodded, moving so he could get out of their warm bed. "What are you making?" He turned back to ask her.

"Your favorite, of course. French toast." She answered.

Spencer had one last request. "Can you do the thing?" He asked shyly.

Y/n smiled at how adorably childish he was. "Of course." She agreed.

He insisted it made him feel better when she cut the french toast with Halloween cookie cutters so he could eat the little pumpkins, ghosts, witch hats, and bats.

Once breakfast had been eaten, it was Spencer's choice of activity. Naturally, that meant reading.

"Can you read it to me?" Spencer asked, holding his book out to her.

Y/n nodded, smiling at how cute he always looked. "Of course." She agreed, taking the book and sitting on the couch, holding open her arms so they could hug.

Spencer shook his head. "Can I braid your hair?" He shyly asked, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

"Yeah." Y/n was more than happy to let him. His soft, gentle fingers did it better than she did anyway. She moved so Spencer could sit behind her on the couch, his height making it easy.

Spencer glided his thin fingers through her strands of hair, carefully braiding it, making sure it wasn't too tight. Y/n read aloud his book, trying not to fumble over any of the big words.

"You know, you could read this so much faster than me?" Y/n commented after finishing a chapter.

She couldn't see, but Spencer shrugged. "I like this, though." He simply told her. Y/n figured the answer was good enough and kept reading. "Alright, all done." He stated, placing a kiss on her hairline.

Y/n ran her finger over the braid. "Wow, it's amazing, Spence. Thank you." She complimented, tilting her head up to look at him.

Spencer smiled at her. "Can it be my turn now?" He timidly requested.

Y/n was happy to oblige. She loved all the hairstyles he had, but the benefit of his long hair was that she could braid it. "Yeah, you are going to have to sit on the floor, though." She told him. "And you have to read."

Spencer quickly scrambled to sit on the floor, taking the book from Y/n. "But I like listening to your voice." He commented with a pout.

Y/n let out a giggle as she parted his hair. "Ah, so there's the real reason." She accused.

Spencer looked up at her like a dear caught in the headlights before smirking. "Maybe." He spoke.

"Okay, stop being cute and read." She instructed, spinning his head back around so start braiding his long brown locks.

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A Twin Thing - Ch. 6 - ?? years old

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Rated: T

Summary: Leonardo is motionless, looking not at the bomb, but at Donatello, with a resigned finality that guts him to the core.

He bears witness to his family in their final moments frozen in time, until a fiery rage takes root in Donatello’s spirit so fierce he feels he might rip himself apart from the force of it. He refuses to let it end like this.

Status: Complete

::CH1::CH2::CH3::CH4::CH5::CH6::CH7::

A/N: This is a super heavy chap set in the bad future revolving around non-graphic canon major character deaths. Welcome to the pain train. I’ve adjusted the rating as well as the tags/warnings due to this chap. Feel free to skip this chap if heavy angst and character death is not your cup of tea. The story will still make sense if you skip from ch. 5 to ch. 7, which I do believe will be the last. I am a firm believer in bittersweet endings, so while this is a sad chap, it’s meant to be a lead into what we see in the film. Leo says to Casey in the prologue of the movie that hope is a ninja’s greatest weapon. Why was he so firm in that conviction? This is the answer I came up with.

~~ ?? years old... in a future lived and yet unmade ~~

When Raphael is taken from them-- his heart still skips a beat at the memory-- Donatello swears aloud that his family will never go through that kind of pain again. He remembers how Raphael had smiled at him heartbroken and bloodied, giving him a final piece of cryptic advice. 

‘Don’t go makin’ promises you won’t keep, little brother...’

He does not understand these words when they are delivered. 

For years, Donatello studies, builds, strategizes, plans, and protects.

He keeps Leo from falling apart at the seams the first few months after Raph was gone, pulls him back from the reckless abandon of his grief on his darkest days, with most of his limbs intact. He keeps the light of Mikey’s smile from becoming a distant memory for them all, even if these days it takes conscious effort for his baby brother to shine with the same faith he used to have in excess during their youth.

For years, Donatello does not understand his eldest brother’s last words to him. 

But as the warhead crashes like a hot knife through butter, past all of his meticulously laid defenses straight and true into the heart of their base of operations... He had let his guard down, gotten too sloppy, let them be found way too easily, forgotten just how merciless their enemy is.

The words he did not understand...

The collision leaves his ears ringing with a high pitched tinny chime. In the moment of stillness that comes before certain death, time stretches infinitely and he sees every single member of his broken family that is near him.

April has her eyes wide with a calculated panic, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. floating just behind her shoulder, already figuring out the outcome of this, and it’s not in their favor. She’s standing tall, fists clenched in grim determination. She always said she is going out standing.

Michelangelo is only just turning, fearful eyes looking over his shoulder as he catches sight of the bomb penetrating deep into there underground base. One night over stale alcohol in a shared moment of dark tormented humor, they had dubbed these nuclear-like missiles as the ‘never-got-to-say-good-BOOMs’, because they leave nothing behind, not even ashes to even bury.

Leonardo. Leonardo is-- 

‘Don’t go makin’ promises you won’t keep, little brother...’

Leonardo is motionless, looking not at the bomb, but at Donatello, with a resigned finality that guts him to the core. 

Donatello bears witness to his family in their final moments as if frozen in time, until a fiery rage takes root in his spirit so fierce he feels he might rip himself apart from the force of it. He refuses to let it end like this. 

Violet light saturates the room, blinding everyone within it, and then--

Time restarts. 

Sound rushes back into Donatello’s ears all at once. The base's emergency sirens blare at full volume. Red warning lights flashing around the command center in tune with the wailing sounds. But it is the explosion he has miraculously contained that has his full and rapt attention, rumbling ominous within the confines of the mystic violet construct he has created to confine their pending annihilation. 

“Donnie!! What... how are --” April uncharacteristically stumbles over her words, taking a hesitant step forwards. “How long can you hold that, Don?”

The explosion blooms like a deadly flower inside his barrier, already forming spider cracks along the glowing violet light of his mystic construct. He takes a deep breath, and sweat dampens his brow as he strains with effort, a new shield of light materializing around the cracking layer adding another barrier of protection. 

Donatello did not understand Raphael’s words then, but he understands now . 

“As long as it takes ,” he says through grit teeth, looking over his shoulder directly at her through the glow of his visor, not as their adopted sister, not as a lifelong friend, but as the second highest ranking leader of the resistance forces. Donnie narrows his eyes, “Commander, get everyone out, and let me know when it’s done.” 

She smiles at him, but it’s a heartbroken thing as she nods and turns to his little brother, “Angelo, we’ll need cover. No telling what kind of backup they’ve sent to scout the perimeter even if they weren’t expecting an escape from this. No sense running out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.” 

“On it!” Mikey nods without hesitation, and Donnie feels so proud of him. He pushes back a wisp of hair that’s loosened from its bun, then his hands alight with the warm glow of his mystic chains as he dashes down the halls echoing with siren wails. 

April takes a deep breath and looks at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., “Protocol Moving Day, Shelldon.” 

“On it, Commander!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. salutes with one of his thrusters before zipping out without waiting for acknowledgement. He beeps, whistles, and blurts out binary code as his lights flash purple and red. Tech integrated into the very walls of their base comes to life, deploying into emergency protocols she and Donatello had planned ahead for long ago, but prayed to never actually need.

She turns to Leo and pauses, “Casey-- I’ll take him with me and the other little ones in the first group. We’ll need you to gather up some volunteers to move the wounded from the med bay out next. Leo? You got that?”

When his brother does not respond for several long moments, Donnie checks over his shoulder again. 

Leo stares at him hard, the chasm on his brow looking so akin to their fallen brother’s. He opens his mouth, looking ready to argue, but Donnie cuts him off.

“I’ve got this covered. Get everyone out, Leon. That’s your job right now. Focus .”

The slider grimaces, jaw clenched tight, but nods before rushing out of the room as well. Sirens fill the silence as red lights continue to flash around them. Donatello notices another crack beginning in his construct as the force of the explosion pushes against its cage and focuses within himself to pull another layer over the barrier. He’s defying the laws of physics. It’s maddening and exhilarating all at once, and he wishes he had just a little more time to revel in it. 

“You don’t fool me, Donatello Hamato,” Behind him, April sounds broken. 

“Technically, it’s Hamato Donatello,” he corrects instinctively. Sweat trickles down his brow, and he wipes at it with a shoulder, keeping his hands splayed on the purple barrier protecting everyone he holds dear. 

Footsteps approach him and he cringes. 

“April, don’t --” His voice cracks even as he glares at the fireball behind his construct expanding in nearly imperceptible increments. 

“Shut up,” she ignores him and wraps him in a fierce hug from behind. “You owe me big time for this one.”

“ I owe you? Scoff ,” he has the gall in him to offer a smirk over his shoulder, but it fades into something more gentle when he sees the tears threatening to spill down her face. Her head still only comes up to his shoulder after all these years. “I wouldn't trust them into anyone else’s care, Big Sis.”

“You want to say goodbye to Case?”

“Galileo above, no ,” Donnie whips his eyes back to the purple construct before him, blinking and looking lost for a moment. “I’ve planned out his curriculum through grade 12, Shelldon has the backups, you can reupload them wherever you guys set up next.... Please don’t let my foolish brothers turn him away from his studies.”

“Auntie A will make sure he knows the value of an education, yes yes yes...” She laughs wetly. With a shaky sigh, she whispers, “I won’t say I love you, because you hate that emotional bullshit.” 

“I won’t say I love you too, because that would make me a hypocrite ,” he whispers back, and he’s proud of how steady his voice remains. 

She wipes her eyes and kisses his trembling shoulder before walking away, not stopping and not looking back so she doesn’t lose the courage to leave him behind. Donatello is left alone with his thoughts and his iron will to protect his family whatever the cost may be.

He can almost hear Raph’s voice in his head.

What I tell ya, Donnie?

He laughs it off, but it’s strained. 

With every passing minute, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sends him status updates via his headset on the evacuation progress. Donnie breathes easier, despite the sweat pouring down his face, with every confirmation that another group will make it out. That the Resistance will live to fight another day. 

After twenty minutes, he voice commands the sirens off, nearly everyone is out. No sense in deafening himself for his last moments on earth. The stillness that takes over in the silence makes his skin pebble with gooseflesh and he shivers. By the half hour mark, he is on his knees and breathing hard with the effort to keep the explosion at bay. A voice crackles over the comms with a nervous air, “Uhh-- Don, slight problem...”

Donatello tenses, glancing sharply at the comm link on his wrist pad, “What is it April--” 

Behind him hurried footsteps approach, and a voice rings out that chills him to the bone.

“Okay, Donald, that’s everybody and everything that we could roll out without getting slowed down. What’s the plan now, bro?” 

He nearly cracks his neck whipping around to see Leonardo and Michelangelo both standing right there in ground zero with him. His teeth grind as he growls, “What in Copernicus’ name are you two still doing here?!” 

The temptation to drop his shields just to wring both their necks in a fiery finale was devastatingly strong. 

Michael floats back down to his feet, looking confused and worried between his two elder brothers. Behind him, Leonardo stands silently, face half shadowed in the dim emergency lights and the violet aura of the room. He grips the red wrapped hilt of his lone katana hard with his prosthetic hand. 

“We’re the last ones here, Donnie. Why would we leave without you?” Mikey sounds so young , even if he’s got the most wrinkles out of all of them.

Don falters at his baby brother's question and turns back to his construct shield, glowering at it as he adds several more layers. He’s panting by the time he’s done.

“What’s the plan, Don?” Leo repeats the unanswered question. 

Donatello laughs brokenly around a quiet curse, staring at the flames which have grown from the size of a beach ball when his containment barrier first went up, to a diameter larger than he was tall while they executed their evacuation. He has lost count of how many layers of walls it has slowly disintegrated through, how many more he has reformed around the growing fireball in that time to keep it in check.  

Michelangelo is at his side before he even realizes his brother moved, bandaged hands touching his shoulder, and tracing the glowing purple cracks appearing through his skin. 

“Donnie... This is--” alarm in his voice, intimately knowing the signs of damage that overdrawing on mystic energy will leave. “Donnie, are you--”

“Yes, and you were right,” Donatello takes in a deep pained breath. 

“No way-- No way!!” His eyes are wide as he looks into the barrier and the way time is slowly fighting to move forward within it.

“Hypothesis confirmed... But there’s no time to celebrate though. We gotta get out here.”

“Leave the bad puns to Leo, please ,” his giggle brittle in the tense air between them. “Okay so what now, Don? How do we help?”  

Donatello doesn’t answer for a long moment. His throat clicks several times like he’s trying to find his words again. When he speaks again it’s with a gentleness he reserves only for his littlest brother. 

“Can I confess something, Peanut?” 

Michelangelo huffs another anxious laugh, startled to hear the private nickname Donnie has never before used in front of anyone else, not even their other brothers. He throws a cautious glance at Leo’s face still hidden in shadow, before turning to Donnie with a quavery smile. 

“Sure, Don, what’s that?” 

Donnie looks at him for a long silent moment, brows drawn together in pain, before his mouth curves into a soft smile, “You’ve always been my favorite baby brother.” 

Mikey stares in blinking shock, behind them Leo makes a sound between a scoff and something suspiciously sob-like. 

“I’m-- I’m your only baby brother...” Mikey doesn’t like the tightness closing around his chest as Donnie’s eyes water, smile shifting into something melancholy. 

“Don’t stay mad at Leo, okay? This is my choice. And I’m forcing his hand. I wanted to make sure you knew that, too.”

“What? You’re not making any sense , Donnie!” His distress grows as he turns towards their older brother, “Leo, what’s going-- hnngh --” 

Michelangelo exhales softly as an unyielding mechanical arm from Donnie’s battle shell strikes the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious in an instant. Multiple other arms catch his little brother before he can fall, and lower him gingerly to the floor. Donnie uses one to brush the hair out of Mikey’s face. The silence is broken only by Michael’s unconscious breathing, and the ominous rumble behind the walls of his construct barrier. 

“What are you doing, Don.”

Leo sounds tired. So very tired.

“Feigning ignorance is unbecoming, Nardo.”

“Donnie.”

“Leave with Mikey. Shelldon will transmit the all clear to me when you’re out of the blast radius.”

“Don. No way-- There has to be another way.”

“Leonardo. Do what has to be done.”

“Donnie, I am not leaving you.”

“Leon, this ends one of two ways. Either two of us walk out of here, or none of us do. The latter of which is not an option I will entertain.” 

His brother struggles visibly to come up with an alternative, “If you’re holding this back, then maybe I could-- I could portal it away, someplace else. I could--” 

“ No .”

Leo stops short at the note of terror in Donnie’s voice.

“This already shouldn’t be possible. I’ve broken beyond my limits just doing this . And I’m paying the cost,” Donnie watches the skin just above his forearms flake away into violet light, “But Mikey always said the mystic was about manifesting the impossible. We’ll give him a point for his mystic training, kay? ‘Cause I got it. It will kill me... but I got it in the end.”

“ Don --”

“Let’s say, Michael wakes up, hmm?” Donatello babbles on with a growing edge of hysteria, “And you’ve made a portal-- the amount of energy you will need to transfer this thing will kill you. I’m gone as soon as I let this go, Leon. Blast or no blast. This is my last stand. Then he’ll be alone, Leo. Is that what you want? Do you want Mikey to lose both of his brothers in one shot? Is that it?”

Leonardo looks at him as though his world is ending, because maybe it is a little bit. Donnie takes pity on his elder brother, sighing with the exhaustion of reasoning through so many tumultuous emotions he never learned to comfortably deal with.

“I can’t keep this up, Leo. And there is nothing that will shield us from this once I let it go, or-- or once I lose the strength to keep up the barrier. You got everyone else out safely. Now go. This isn’t over. We need to regroup and get up to fight another day. Mikey and I were working on something important, that only he can finish now. You have to get him out, or we’ll never see the other side of this. Trust me on this. Please. Go .”

“Donnie-- I can’t. I can’t-- ” Leo staggers towards him, as if the strength was draining from his body.

“I know, Leon. I know . That’s why I made the choice for you... Now it's simple, and it’s not your fault, and you don’t have to think about it, okay? Your job is to get Mikey out of here, safe and sound. I’m invoking sacred elder brother duty.”

He chuckles a little shakily, straining himself again to shape another layer of barrier over the one that was beginning to crack.

“Tell Mikey... tell him that’s why I did it, please. He’s gonna be so mad, but he’ll understand eventually. At least, I hope he will...”

Leo crumples to his knees behind him. 

“There’s got to be another way,” Leo’s voice quivers and his chest heaves with every breath, he wraps his good arm around Donatello’s shoulders, the heavy weight of his prosthetic curling around his middle, and sobs into the back of his neck for long moments. “We can figure this out. Please, please --” 

Donnie is laughing again but it’s manic as he is overwhelmed by turmoil that isn’t his own, and it is so much to bear when he is already on the precipice with his own emotions. He feels Leo take notice, reign himself back, shoulder the burden and instead try to bolster Donnie up, as he always has... 

“How would you rate my ability to finally accept that you were right about us all along?”

Leo's breath shudders, “Huh?” 

“That we are, in fact, twins... have been all this whole time,” Donnie leans back into the embrace as his laugh peters out into a quiet acceptance, “Very satisfying, very very satisfying, wish Donnie were less of a dum dum sooner --”

“Unsatisfying. The most unsatisfying I told you so in all of existence,” Leo croaks and holds him closer, “To the scale of negative infinity--”

“Technically ‘infinity’ constitutes both the positive and negative side of the mathematical--”

“Shut up , Donnie, please let me have this...”

He bites his tongue and does just that, letting his head droop forward as he breathes hard through the stress of maintaining the barrier. The only sound is their breaths hitching in rhythm between the crackle of his construct against the rumble of the restrained explosion. His arms tremble as he materializes another layer of violet energy as his previous one begins to crack away, and he finally breaks the silence, words slow and quiet. 

“If there was another way... I promise I would have thought of it by now. Could you release my battle shell? Take it with you. Shelldon and April will know what to do with it. They’ll be able to set up a new mainframe with it. Please Leo-- I really can’t hold this much longer.”

“Wait, wait-- this can’t be it,” Leo is shaking with desperation, both prosthetic and flesh hands clawing into the purple cape draped around him.

Mikey had made it to match his own. Donnie takes a tremulous breath and steals himself. 

“Leon, stop . You can’t do this again. April will need you. CeeJay is going to need you more than ever. You don’t have the luxury to fall apart again, okay? I won’t be there to pull you back together. If you can’t keep it together on your own, who will be there for Mikey ?”

“We-- we need to be there, Don. Both of us. Donnie, please -- I can’t lose you too .” 

“Promise me you won’t lose hope, Leo.” 

“Donnie--” 

“ Promise me!” 

Leo gasps through his tears, muttering weakly, “I--I promise ...”

Donatello sighs shakily, a tremble taking hold of his shoulders. The barrier in front of him cracks severely this time and a slip of heat curls out so intense it makes their skin blister wherever it hits. 

Growling with an uncharacteristic ferocity, Donatello’s eyes alight with glowing violet energy and he slams up another containment wall, several inches thicker than all the ones prior. When his eyes return to normal, he is heaving for breath from the effort, tears staining his face as he stares unseeing into the eye of the storm he’s holding back. Thin veins of mystic energy crackle all the way up his arms, over his neck and around the skin of his eyes. 

“I dreamt...” Donatello has to pause to swallow thickly. 

Leo still weeps with his head bowed against his shell, the skin of his flesh arm around Donatello sizzling from the burn of the near breakthrough, but he had not let go.  

“I dreamt of Raphie last night...” Don whispers into the silence between Leo’s sobs. Leo’s breath stutters still in a moment of shock, “It was a nice dream. We reminisced a lot... I think he knew... He reminded me... I wouldn’t be alone. No matter what.”

Leo says nothing, only curling his fingers tighter into the violet cloth of Don’s cloak. 

“So if--” Donnie’s voice cracks, and he laughs tiredly again though it sounds more like a sob, “If that’s what you’re worried about. Don’t. He’s here. He’s always been right here. And so will I , got that?” 

Leonardo cannot find the air to form words, only squeezes his twin tighter.

“Now I need you to get out of here yesterday , because I’m seriously running out of juice. And that’s as good at emotional pep-talking as I’m ever gonna get.” 

“Raph would be proud... I’m proud, so proud, Donnie--” All Leo can do is laugh through his tears and hug his twin tighter, “I’m sorry... I’m sorry for being such a shit brother-- for every time I let you down, for--”

“Nardo, shut the hell up and go, you massive idiot.” 

The conviction in Donnie’s voice startles him silent. With a hitching gasp, he releases his twin slowly and instead gathers their youngest brother in his arms. When he gets back on his feet, the weight of his grief makes it impossible to stand tall, nearly keeps him pinned in place. Donatello feels it too, pressing him  down where he kneels staring into the waiting fire, but Leo dutifully takes one step towards the exit. Then another. And another. 

“Hey, Leo.”

Leonardo stops, but doesn’t turn to look at Donnie, because if he does, he will never find the strength to walk away again. Tears silently drip down his face with every ragged breath.  

“Apology rejected,” Donatello’s voice hitches, and Leo gulps down another sob, trembling where he stands, “I couldn’t have asked for a better twin.”

Leo cradles their unconscious little brother close to his chest, and sobs through a miserable laugh. 

“I love you, Donnie.” 

Donatello closes his eyes and lets the tears fall as he leans his forehead against his cracking barrier, “I love you too.”

.

Leo walks away, and doesn’t stop. Does not complain when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. appears with his mechanical arms extended and picks them up to speed up their escape. Does nothing but hold Michelangelo tighter when he gasps awake too many minutes too late, and tries to fight his way out of Leo’s grip, screaming their brother’s name. Does not pause his march into the refugee camp that Commander O’Neil has set up outside the blast radius to regroup after their hasty escape. Does not look back when even this many miles away, the heat and shockwave from the blast that erupts behind them ripples through their makeshift camp. 

He does not answer Michelangelo when he despairs and wails about abandoning their brother. Does not flinch when in his rage and anguish his baby brother releases a blast of mystic energy so strong it nearly rivals the flash of the explosion they escaped, before crumbling into his and April’s waiting arms like a child again. 

When the place deep inside his chest that had always been filled with warmth from the connection to his twin suddenly empties into a cold disparate void , Leo does not collapse and shake apart under his grief. 

Because he promised his twin he would not lose hope.

And he does not fail to keep that promise.

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A/N: **dodges bricks** I sowieeeeee!!! o(ಥ﹏ಥ)o I hurt myself writing this. I want to list major inspirations for the looks of the future!boys I describe: For Donnie, I imagine him in a cloak because of KatHaynesart absolutely masterful comic about loss and acceptance: Future Bootyyyshaker 9000 AU For Mikey’s hair, the amazing artist IngunnSara has infected me with future man-bun Angelo, and I cannot get over how cute he looks. I’m so sorry you go bald in cannon Angie, it’s such a cruel future!! o(TヘTo)

Finally if you made it this far. Thank you very much. This has now expanded into a series, and I will be doing a few other fics exploring Donnie’s relationship with his other brothers due to the ideas and scenes I came up with that just did not fit the theme of this particular story since it is focused on the Twins. This chap of the Future!timeline especially I think leaves a lot of unanswered questions, which will be filled with the perspective of the other stories. I’ve already started on the Raph and Don story, if you’d like to check it out: Words you didn’t say

I promise the next chap, while also angsty, is much less sad than this one. Our Future!turtle boys fought hard for the possibility of a happy ending and BY GOD I’m giving it to them... or at least to their good!timeline counterparts. ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡