#Raphie Scribbles

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Happy birthday Hojiro 😍💖💖

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: scars / permanent injuries / chronic pain / ]

Leo’s shell gets some permanent cracks in it due to the Krang, and as a result his shell’s pattern is all messed up.

He makes a fuss about it in a lightheartedly vain way, but it’s clear that it bothers him, more than just the chronic pain that comes with it.

The one who breaks about the cracks isn’t Leo in the end, it’s Mikey.

It’s a night where Leo can’t sleep, insomnia and the remnants of a fit pulsing through his shell keeping him awake. When making the rounds to check up on everything, he sees Mikey, crouched over some old crayon drawings, drawings that were only salvaged by some miracle.

Mikey always loved matching with his “cool blue bro” growing up. Their shell designs were something they had in common, different from the spines/spikes that their other brothers had. It felt good to share that with Leo.

To Mikey, seeing that pattern tarnished felt a little too much like their home getting destroyed. Worse, even. The two of them are complementary colors, it hits harder when things disrupt that.

And Mikey admits this to Leo, on this day where emotion kept mounting up in him until he couldn’t help but break a little. It feels selfish to say, but it’s the truth. It’s a visual that’ll constantly haunt Mikey, knowing what the cracks represent, knowing how they lost something that was just theirs to share.

Drawing Mikey to him, a hand on Mikey’s intact shell pattern, Leo admits that that’s what kills him the most too. He can deal with the pain, he can deal with the appearance, but he can’t deal with no longer seeing himself in the crayon drawings they managed to salvage from their past. Drawings that highlight their shell patterns, because Mikey always had a lot of fun drawing those.

He always loved what they decided they represented.

———

“Like links of a chain!” Little Mikey had called them as he scribbled them down in oranges and blues.

“Of course it’s like chains!” Little Leo nodded, having never noticed that before, “It, like, shows how we’re- how we’re always connected!”

Little Mikey had gasped at that, stars in his eyes as he babbled endlessly about how that meant they’re the chains holding the family together, right?

“Raphie and Donnie don’t have chains on their shells, so we gotta step up to keep everyone together!” Little Mikey said as he drew big circles around his drawings of their family, overlapping circles of orange and blue around everyone.

“Yeah! And if anyone gets lost, we’ll bring them back!” Little Leo boasted with a laugh, “No one has to be alone, we’ll make sure of it!”

“We’ll make sure of it!” Little Mikey echoed with a happy giggle.

———

‘You sure made sure of it, Mikey.’ Leo thinks, continuing to run his hand comfortingly down Mikey’s shell.

Then a thought hits him.

“Well, we got something better than just shell patterns in common now!” Leo starts, waiting until Mikey looks up to continue, “We got portals, little brother!” He grins, “And y’know, I think you’ve done a great job keeping us all together, Miguel. Sorry you had to pick up my slack.”

Mikey looks two steps away from sobbing at that, but his smile is wide, “You just got lost, of course I had to bring you back.” He leans back, out of Leo’s hold, and looks his big brother in the eyes, “That’s what we said- Raphie and Donnie don’t have portals…”

“-So we gotta step up-“ Leo continues.

“-To keep everyone together!” The finish simultaneously, laughing a little at the juvenile words.

A wry smile crosses Leo’s face, “Again, sorry I’ve been dropping the ball there. Feels like I did a lot of the opposite instead.”

He yelps as Mikey swiftly smacks him on the head.

“Nuh uh uh, none of that!” Mikey puffs out his chest, “I’ll have no slander toward my fellow portal pal!”

“Alright, alright…”

It’s not a fix to anything, more of a new way of looking at a change. Bringing that change into their lives as something familiar.

The cracks in Leo’s shell remain, and the cracks in Mikey’s hands scar over, but their family stays together all the same.

They gotta make sure of it, after all!

[amascomet]

Made a little reference page for my Raphie. Drawing his shell was so much fun. I’m excited to make little pages for his brothers too. 💙🧡💜 I’ll probably go back and play with his sais more at some point cause rn they are still literally just scribbles.

[savemeafruitjuice]

TickleTober Day 6- Cuddles

Lee: Raph

Ler: Mikey

TW!: None!

(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)

It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.

He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.

Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.

So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-

"Mikey, you alright?"

The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"

Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.

Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.

Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.

"What's funny, Raphie?"

Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."

Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there too.

This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"

"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.

Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.

"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"

Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.

"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.

Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"

Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.

Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.

[gaybananabread]

rottmnt tickle head cannons? What is your favorite tickle trope for Rise? (As in who is your favorite Lee/ler scenario)

🐢Rottmnt Tkl Headcanons♡

~Oooooh my Rise hcs! Sorry I've been so dead recently, school is kicking my ass this semester (⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙). I'll do character hcs first, and the trope thing at the end. Much longer than my others for sure. I need to do more for these skrunkles tbh. Slight Rise spoilers if you squint. Sorry this took 8,000 years, and thank you for requesting!~

(Casey Jr Hcs)

💥Raph🧸

General:

We can all agree that this big ol’ teddy bear loves tickles, right?

Be it a fluffy comfort or destroying a bratty brother, Big Raphie is up for it.

Taking this into account, he feels like a switch.

Might admit he likes it around the right person, though his brothers have known for years.

He has to really trust someone to tell them.

Doesn't wanna seem like he's unfit to protect his brothers. As you can probably guess, he gets lovingly ejected from that mindset when people find out.

Lee:

If he gets a lee mood, he tries to hide it and fails miserably.

Big boy will have the dopiest grin around his playful brothers, which he does a horrible job at hiding.

Can't seem to focus on his advice-giving or training. It doesn't take long for his brothers to notice.

Worst spot is his underarms. You get him there and he'll give every dog near a NYC sewer grate a headache.

Melt spots are his palms and beneath his chin. Gentle scratches on either surface melt him into a happy, giggly puddle.

Likes being tickled by anyone really close to him. He's just gotta be in the right mood for it. April kills him most often.

Amazing thing to do to him is gentle melt-spot attention to help him relax. Toss in some reassurances and praise while you're at it. He'll be in a blissful daze for hours.

Ler:

Mostly a revenge-ler, but he can also randomly get ler moods.

He loves the Tickle Monster persona, always uses it on his brothers when they're being shitheads.

A softer ler, though he isn't afraid to wreck someone if they refuse to quit (or ask).

When he's being nice, soft scribbles, flurries of pokes, and side squeezes.

“Cootchie-coo, ya cutie!”

When he's not-so-nice, you get one or two giant, inescapable tickle-claws attacking you, big squeezes and occasionally neck nibbles if he's feeling evil.

Mikey, Leo and April get it most often, though each for different reasons.

Mikey straight up asks, and big bro is more than happy to provide. Boy loves a willing lee.

Leo’s always a shit, and some Raphie tickles work wonders on taking him down a peg.

April either offers to let him tickle her as a stress/mood reliever or engages a tickle fight.

He gives the best aftercare ever (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠｡⁠♡. Cuddles, back rubs, maybe a nap in his cozy lap if you're comfortable with it. Potential hot chocolate if you're patient.

🗡️Leo✨

General:

Sassy man gives off ler-leaning switch.

Always in the mood to lovingly murder his brothers’ lungs, but occasionally likes to forget his name.

This playful goof definitely likes tickling, though he refuses to admit it. He needs to protect his coolness, afterall.

Lee:

When the lee mood hits, everyone in the house is immediately notified. Not directly, of course, but it's pretty obvious that something's up.

WAY more one-liners and flippy jokes than normal. Awkward finger guns at the end of jokes, little prods and pokes for no reason, just general annoyance.

In his mind, he'll either annoy them into wrecking him, or they'll pick up on it and help. Either way, he gets tickled.

If anyone tickles him, it's usually either Raph or Mikey. Raph gets tired of his shit the quickest, and Mikey is good at reading people.

Worst spots are his thighs and feet. Get him there, and there's no way he'll be able to even think about sassing anyone through his laughter.

Melt spots are his forearms. After a long day of patrolling the city and being awesome, some light traces there will make him a very happy turtle.

Ler:

Okay but the SASS

He's such a teasy bastard of a ler. Will tease and coo at his lee until they're a flustered, blushy mess. Then he'll call ‘em cute one more time, just because he can.

He frequently gets ler moods, but those are way easier to take care of than their opposite.

Most of the time, his lee will be Mikey or Donnie. His bubbly brother is almost always in the mood for a good tickle “fight,” and Donnie needs to relax sometimes.

Has a bit of a rough style, but does get softer moods sometimes.

During regular moods, he loves to dig into sides and bellies, attack death spots and blow raspberries to hear a lee squeal.

On softer occasions, he'll gently skitter his fingers along death spots, switching places whenever the giggling gets too loud. Maybe some tickly kisses if you're lucky

His aftercare typically consists of cuddling during a Jupiter Jim movie, snacks, and gentle praises. Makes sure his victims are smiling, even when his fingers aren't wiggling.

🎨Mikey☀️

General:

Sunshine boy loves tickling, both as a bonding activity and a coping method.

He's a lee-leaning switch for sure. Ready to get his ass handed to him, but open to helping out his brothers’ lee moods or cheering someone up.

Has magical “can say the t-word at any time” powers. You know he abuses the absolute heck out of said powers, too.

Lee:

Lee moods are no rare thing for this boyo.

Gets them very frequently, though he's actually able to ask for help when he needs it.

Either accidentally or on purpose, he's able to fluster his ler. He'll ask for more, one specific spot, tell them that they're doing an awesome job, ect.

When he gets super stressed, some cheer-up/calm-down tickles are much appreciated (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

A massive squirmer, he can't help it. Make sure to pin or hold him, or you might get an elbow to the nose (accidentally, of course; he'd never stop apologizing).

Worst spots are his knees and neck. Either spot gets him screeching, though he isn't likely to try and stop you.

Melt spot is his palms. With his mildly-terrifying mystic magic, some feather-light touches can be reassuring. Just make sure to ask first.

Everyone kinda rotates through wrecking him, though Raph and Donnie kinda dominate the field.

Either because they catch on/get annoyed the quickest or something else, he's usually found with them.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler

Don't let his cinnamon-roll vibe fool you: this man can and will wreck your shit.

Tweaks his style a bit for each person. Super observant and tailors how and what he does to each lee.

Compliment-teases are his specialty. He'll have you blushing in 5 seconds flat.

“Aww, I love your blush! It's so bright and cute, just like you!”

“This squishy belly is just so ticklish, isn't it? Here I thought it was just adorable!”

“Was that a snort? No, don't hide it! Those are the best!”

His ler moods are a bit rarer, but they are absolutely something to fear (or enjoy while they last (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)).

Super sweet aftercare. You can't escape cuddling (unless you can't handle the touch, he'll understand). Usually some hand-baked treats as well, depending on what he has hidden from his brothers.

General:

🛠️Donnie👾

He's a ler-leaning switch, but that's mainly because he's not always open for being touched.

He gets lee moods, but they're rarer. People have to ask before they try anything.

Even with ler moods, not always open to get somebody.

Communication with this boy is key.

Lee:

It takes a good combination of good day + not overstimulated + in a touchy mood, but he does get lee moods.

Tries to hide and ignore them, but it never works out. Either Shelldon finds him and helps, or one of his brothers stumbles across the mood.

If he’s super overwhelmed with a project and okay with touch, some light tickles are perfect for bringing him back to Earth.

Little hand flaps and kicks when you get him. Happy stims galore! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Worst spot is his soft shell, though armpits are a close second. Loud, bright and occasionally hysterical reactions.

Melt spots are his belly plastron and tops of his thighs. Gentle traces and scratches on either spot leave him a stimmy, giggly puddle.

Most of the time, it’ll be Leo who tickles him. It’s usually for help calming down, though April isn’t far behind.

Will never admit it, but he does enjoy both sides of tickling.

Ler:

You know this mans uses his shell attachments to wreck people.

Those metal claws? Yeah, good luck- =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

Very dramatic commentary on his lee’s reactions. His inner theater kid loves to shine. Either that, or complete monotone. There’s no in-between, and he’s never offered an explanation.

“Oh my, you’re laughing rather hard, my dear gigglebug!”

“Judging by this raucous laughter, I’d say this is your worst spot.”

“Oh, it tickles? Really badly? How unfortunate for you…”

Has absolutely made tickle-specific gadgets and I will die on this hill.

Remember the feather staff feature from the Shredder episode? He didn’t just have that for no reason.

Usually wrecks Mikey and/or Leo. They’re both very talented at provoking him, either on purpose or by accident.

His aftercare depends on his mood. If he’s cool with touch, he’ll cuddle and watch a movie with you. If not, you’ll usually get some pats from his claw and snuggles from Shelldon (yes lil’ dude is fine gimme a break)

📹April⚾

General:

Hmmmm toughie, but I’d say ler-leaning switch. Not all that ticklish, but willing to help if one of her brothers is in a bad ler mood.

She just kinda prefers to do the tickling most of the time, unless it’s for her bros.

Extremely confident, bears the magic power of saying the t-word whenever she pleases. You know she puts it to good use, too.

Being the sister of the family, she’s gotta put her bros in their places. Why not use tickling?

Lee:

While it’s not often, she’ll let Big Raphie tickle her if he needs to.

Sometimes that boy just needs someone to reassure him that he’s not hurting them while giggling their brains out.

She’s pretty good at sitting still, amazing poker face. Could easily dominate in the Arms Up game.

As I said before, not super ticklish. Serves her well in tickle fights (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Only her ribs really get her laughing, but other than that it’s bubbly, pitchy giggles.

Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though if she had to choose a favorite, it’d be her belly.

Ler:

VERY very teasy. Easily-flustered lees be warned (˘ ˘ ˘)

Loves seeing her lee blush and sputter, finds it endlessly adorable.

“What? Oh, it tickles? Good, thought I might’ve been going too easy on ya!”

“Oooo, someone’s blushin’! How cute~”

“Wonder what would happen if I went for your worst spot… Only one way to find out!”

Giggles along with her lee. They’re adorable—how could she not?

As big sis, it’s her job to keep her brothers in line. Why not use tickling?

Frequently gives Raph calm-down/confidence-boosting tickles. Boy’s too stressed, in her opinion.

After him, it’s helping Donnie relax or pry him away from a project. Leo also needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while.

Super snuggly aftercare. Back rubs, praises and even some teases for the road, if ya catch my drift~

🔥Cassandra🏒

General:

I’m feeling ler on this one. She doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy being tickled too much, though she definitely doesn’t mind wrecking others.

Before the Hamato fam stepped in, she didn’t really have much experience in the tickly field.

Maybe one of her foot-face mentors, but other than that, nada.

That absolutely changes when she joins the bros.

Ler:

Ready to vanquish any “enemy” lee mood to help her friends out.

Rougher style normally, though she can be convinced to dial it back. You wanna forget your name? She’s your gal.

Takes her role sorta seriously, though she can be playful. Just depends on her mood.

If she does tease, it’s more observational than anything.

She just kinda says flustering stuff without meaning to.

“Well, no duh it tickles. That’s the whole point!”

“Not there? You asked me to tickle you, but scold me the moment I get somewhere? I don’t think so!”

Attacks everyone pretty evenly, but she does have a preference for April and Raph. They’re the most fun to take down, in her opinion.

Cass respects boundaries, of course. You genuinely want her to stop and she’ll be off you in seconds.

Doesn’t grasp the concept of aftercare quite yet. Once you can breathe, she’ll start asking for feedback.

“How was that? Did it really tickle? Details, giggler, details!”

If specifically requested, though, she does give a mean back-rub and/or massage. If your back or neck is ticklish, though, you’re gonna have a whole new problem~ ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

💮Splinter🐀

General:

Splints has ler energy, ya know?

Like April, not super ticklish. He isn’t the biggest fan of being tickled, but if it’s with very specific people, he’ll tolerate it.

Doesn’t interact tickle-wise very often, but he does have his moments.

Is very aware that his children love it and tries to connect with them in that way sometimes.

Ler:

With his ninja skills and small size, he can take down even the brattiest of lees in seconds.

You see his tail? Yeah, absolutely uses it to help wreck his victims.

Very playful, goofy ler. Laughs along with his lee, makes little comments on their reactions.

“Oh my, little one. I never would have thought you’d be so sensitive!”

“Heheh, what a cute laugh! You really should let me hear it more often!”

When he notices any of his kids are down in the dumps, he sneaks in a few pokes and scritches with his tail.

If that doesn’t work, they get the full-Splints treatment. Reassuring teases, rougher tickles and his undivided attention.

He’ll bug Draxum when he feels like it, which is more funny than anything.

Reducing the broody goat-man to a giggling, cursing mess is therapeutic for him ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

His aftercare is light and sweet. Head pats, reassurances, and a small cookie break for a nice close.

🌱Baron Draxum🐐

General:

Before the turtles, had little to no idea what tickling was about.

Sure, he knew that people laughed when it happened, but he couldn’t tell what was so great about it. It was just touch and laughter - no big deal.

Once the teetles got ahold of him, though? Yeah, that view changed pretty quick.

Turns out he’s a switch. Likes “destroying his nuisances” with the harmless technique, but doesn’t mind it being used on him.

Will never admit the latter, though.

Lee:

A LOT more ticklish than one would imagine. Like a few squeezes will leave him giggling and blushing like there’s no tomorrow.

He’s pretty good at hiding his lee moods, though they definitely aren’t repressible. Draxy feels them, but can keep others in the dark.

If anyone’s gonna notice, it’ll be Lou (Splinter). He knows the man the best, thanks to Mikey’s whole “fatherly-bonding” push.

Splints will help, though he’ll tease the shit out of the Baron the entire time.

While he’ll never tell the rat man, he enjoys the silly exchanges.

Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Either place will have him stuck in a snorty, rumbling bout of hysterics.

Melt spots are his palms. He adores gentle traces there, lets him know somebody cares.

Ler:

Absolutely uses his mystic powers to help him.

Those vines? Yeah, restraints and tickle tools for days

Very smug ler, likes to tease his lees until they’re flustered messes. It’s done out of love, though, so can you blame him?

“This must be torturous, huh? The vines holding you still, my fingers on your worst spots… However, I don’t think I’ve heard you say stop…”

Usually tickles the teens if they’re annoying him, but also goes after Lou every so often.

He knows there’ll be repercussions, but life’s no fun without a little risk.

Huginn and Muninn are next in line. Surprising no one, they’re and attention whores. Draxy makes sure they get their fills.

Not the best with aftercare, but he tries. Back rubs and light praises while you catch your breath. Maybe some of his “confectionary wonders” if you’re brave enough.

*✧⁠◍Favorite Trope & Lee/Ler Pairing◍✧⁠*

Okay, so there’s no way I can pick a single favorite pairing. I love them all too much! I can, however, name my top 3.

lee!Raph, ler!April is definitely up there. I adore the big-siblings energy in their fics, and they just bond so well!

Pretty much anything with lee!Donnie in it. I love seeing the smarty-pants get got ( •̀ ᵕ •́ )

lee!Draxum and ler!Splinter. Okay, hear me out, but I love redemption arcs and enemies to friends/lovers/co-parents or whatever you wanna call what they have going on. They’re fun and I like fun.

For my favorite trope, I’m gonna have to go with cheer-up tickles, or more specifically, some stop-stressing-tf-out tickles. It’s always so fun to read how people would cheer up the boys, as well as write some super duper, totally not self-indulgent fics like that for myself. Maybe one day they’ll see the light, but don't count on it lol (¬////¬)

[obsidiancreates]

Out Of the Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 10)

“SERIOUSLY, HYPNO!” Leon flips over one of the sharpened magic connecting rings that zips through the air. “THIS IS NOT HOW SETTLING DOWN WORKS!”

“IT IS IF YOUR CHILD DESERVES THE BEST!” Hypno shouts, pointing at the controlled Raphie and then pointing at Leon. Raphie growls, running at his brother, but Angelo catches him with a nunchuck chain and yanks him off-path!

“Hey, do NOT turn this into a parenting thing!” Donald infuses his bo with ninpo and leaps, doing a mid-air spin to charge his attack even further! He slams Hypno into the wall! And then something small and squishy smacks into his face. A full-body shudder leaves him vulnerable as Raphie shakes off Angelo’s chains and charges!

“We aren’t insulting your parenting!” Warren Stone declares as he launches himself off of Donald and at Leon. “Only saying we are the best fathers ever!”

“Oh yeah, you’re setting great examples for your kid,” Leon drawls, easily batting Warren away with the flat of his katana. “I’m sure she’s totally well-adjusted.”

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“WHAT IS WITH THIS CHICK?!” Raph rolls out of the way as the beak-shaped hammer comes down where he’s been standing a mere moment ago.

“THAT’S RACIST!”

“I MEANT IT LIKE GIRL, NOT BIRD!”

“THEN IT’S SEXIST!”

“NO, JUST YOU-IST, YOU WEIRDO!”

Donnie gives a shout as he jumps at her, but she turns on her heel and ounces on him while he’s mid-air! Donnie gets the wind knocked out of him as they both land, her crouched on his plastron! “Hey, Raph? How about you STOP MAKING HER MAD!”

“We need a plan!” Leo runs over and shoves her off. “And-and to not kill each other!”

“I don’t want to kill you!” Tweetie looks genuinely horrified by the idea. “Okay, time-out!”

Mikey helps Donnie stand up, and the four brothers all look at Tweetie as she sticks out her tongue and pulls a Warren Stone Official Collectible Notebook out of her suit. “Anyone have a pen?”

The four brothers share glances. Other than their belts with their panic buttons, all they’re wearing is some wrappings and joint-pads, like their fathers. 

Leo’s navy-blue knee pads have Jupiter Jim stickers on them, and he’s written motivational quotes on his off-white wrappings, but as he pats down his belt the only thing he finds in the side-pouch is an old piece of taffy, which Mikey promptly plucks out of his hand and eats.

Donnie checks between his own off-write wrappings, stained with bright purples and greens from his chemistry lessons with Draxum. He checks under his purple-gray elbow pads in case of a little pencil stub being trapped between it and his skin- it wouldn’t be the first time- but comes up empty. There’s nothing in his identically-colored knee pads either, except for a post-it note reminding him to wash them before his first patrol (oops).

Mikey spins around a bit, checking not only his pouch-covered belt but also the inside of his shell. He fully removes his dirty-orange (really almost brown) pads, then peels off the alligator sticker on the top right of his plastron– not really to check, just because he took the pads off and it feels right to take the sticker off too. He puts them all back on and shrugs.

Raph crosses his arms and huffs. He doesn’t check his brick-red pads, nor the two pouches on the back of his belt. Instead he sighs, and reluctantly pops off his panic-button buckle. Stuck in the back is a bright green marker, which he hands over to Tweetie. “You better give it back! That colors and exact match for the family ninpo!”

“I will,” she assures half-heartedly as she begins scribbling in her notebook. “I’m writing up an agreement. A contract!”

“A contract?” Donnie scratches his head. “I-I don’t think villains and heroes have contracts. Do they?” He looks to Leo.

Leo, resident hero enthusiast, thinks. “Well… sometimes they have peace treaties, like in Jupiter Jim and the Waterlily Plutionians 9.”

“This is more like, um…” Tweetie pauses writing and thinks. “Um… rules? I don’t wanna kill you, and you don’t wanna kill me, but we wanna fight.”

“Oooooh, I get it, yo!” Mikey grins. “Like the Lair Games agreements!”

His three brothers Oooooh in understanding as Tweetie finishes writing and shows them the rules.

Don’t kill each other.

If an adult attacks us we all fight together.

Don’t insult each other’s dads anymore.

“I can get behind this!” Mikey grabs the marker from her and signs his name next to Tweetie’s, holding it wrong so his hand smudges the ink as he writes the words.

Raph and Leo both look at Donnie as he thinks about the rules.

“They… seem fair.” Donnie accepts the marker from Mikey and signs as well, his printing less smudges but similarly scratched-out as he rushes his signature.

“We’ll take your word for it.” Leo signs next, his handwriting neat and small.

Raph snatches his marker back, shoulders sagging in relief. “Fine.” He signs, in big blocky capital letters.

“Great!” Tweetie closes her notebook and tucks it back into her suit. “So back to fighting?”

“Finally!” Raph jumps up and goes for a flying-kick! “HYAAAAAAAA!” 

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“No calls from the guys or the boys,” April mumbles as she sits on the couch with Casey and Cass in Draxum’s apartment. “Why do I feel so nervous?”

“Because our boys can be idiots?” Draxum offers.

“Call my nephews idiots again and I shall SLICE OFF YOUR MANBUN BEFORE YOU CAN BLINK!” Cass throws a shuriken into the wall next to Draxum’s head as warning.

“Right, they’re not idiots! The kids are just… a little too excited to be like their dads, who can be idiots. … Maybe we should check the news just in case.”

Casey nods and turns on the TV, flicking through channels.

“– ther news, some kind of fight is rocking the office of Eastman and Laird Reality Group! We go now to amateur footage uploaded to social media!”

The footage doesn’t show much in the way of figures in the fight, mostly the puffs of dust and brick-chunks coming from the building as the distinct sounds of Raph roaring, Hypno mezmeroo-ing, and the other three shouting can be heard under the crashes and crumbling.

“Oh, man,” Casey says, wincing. “Maybe we should call that therapist Raphie was seeing, this might–”

“He hasn’t had a serious breakdown about mind-control in years now,” Draxum says. 

“But Hypno is making him fight his brothers. Including Ma- errhg! Leon!”

“... Hmm. Fine, I’ll book him an appointment. Better call Lou while I’m on the phone anyway…”

“Wait. Look!” April pauses the TV and jumps up, pointing at the corner of the screen. “On that rooftop!”

Everyone crowds in, staring intensely at the screen. Sure enough, in the shadowed and blurry depths of the shaky phone footage, they can see four small outlines on the neighboring roof– looking up at another small outline holding a hammer.

“I knew they’d forget to call me!” April grabs her helmet and dashes out the door. “I’M COMING BOYS!”

“Should we join her?” Casey looks around for his hockey mask, but Cass lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Trust me, Casey. Whoever that lone mutant is, they will be NO MATCH for our April O’Neil! ESPECIALLY IF THEY HURT OUR BOYS!”

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“Oof!” Mikey is slammed into Leo as Tweetie knocks him aside with her beak-hammer. “We’re totally beefing it, dudes!”

“At Least it can’t get worse?” Donnie says, going for a spinning-strike that Tweetie dodges by flying straight up. Donnie’s bo hits Raph instead, knocking his brother aside. “AHH!”

“Donnie, don’t say that!” Leo stands in front of Mikey protectively. “Whenever someone says that on TV-!”

“Take a chill pill!” Tweetie doesn’t shout it, but sings it, and as she does magenta circles of mystic power emulate from her beak. Donnie yelps and rolls out of the way, but Raph doesn’t get the chance as he’s not recovered from the friendly-fire. The magic hits him and he stiffens for a moment before slumping, plopping onto his butt and yawning.

“Raph?!” Leo keeps in front of Mikey, arms spread wide. 

“Is it nap time? I… told you I’m too old for that… Dad… yawwwwn…” Raph lays down, using his hands as a pillow. “Mmm…”

Mikey grabs his head. “SHE’S GOT MYSTIC POWERS!”

“Why’d she wait until right now to use them?!” Leo shouts. 

“I dunno!” Donnie runs for cover behind a shed on the roof, and Leo yanks Mikey behind some kind of air conditioning apparatus. 

Raph snores from out in the open. Tweetie lands again, and rolls Raph out of the middle of the “battlefield” by pushing him with her hammer. As he snores, she yawns a little as well. Donnie, watching from behind the shed, gasps. While she’s busy pushing Raph out of the line of fire (and far away from her in case he wakes up), Donnie runs over to leo and Mikey.

“I think her power made her sleepy too,” Donnie whispers. “If we can get her to use it enough, she might fall asleep herself!”

“How do we do that?” Mikey peeks over the unit. “She’ll totally get us all before we can make it!”

Donnie thinks. “Leo, your dad keeps some of those little portal-stones in his room for when he’s too tired to use his own portals, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any on you?”

“... Um…”

“I won’t tell.”

“... Yeah.” Leo reaches into his side-pouch and pulls out a few small yokai stones capable of opening one-time portals for a few seconds each. “I just grabbed them in case something really bad happened and we had to run aw- uh, retreat!”

“We’re running away?!”

“No, Mikey.” Donnie counts them out- three portals each he divides them up. “If we use these, we can quickly dodge her power! It looks like it works by direct contact- none of us got sleepy even though we heard it- so we can tire her out this way!”

Mikey’s eyes shine. “This, is, AWESOME!”

Leo looks up to see Tweetie has just finished drawing eyebrows and a mustache on Raph’s face with his own marker. “She’s done being distracted! Let’s end this fast, before our dads get back to see us fighting!”

They all three share a look, and nod at once. They leap out from behind the unit, and Leo cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey Tweetie! You uh– you were off-key!”

Tweetie whirls around. “Was not!”

“Totally off-key!” Mikey shouts. “And um- uh-”

“And your breathing sounded really inexperienced!” Donnie adds. “And um- and it wasn’t good!”

“I’ll show YOU good singing!” She takes a deep breath, flying up again and belting, “Why don’t you rest while I riiise!”

But before she even finishes her line the three boys have used the stone to open portals. Her power hits nothing but rooftop, and she chirps in shock. She spins in the air, lifting up her hammer. “Where’d you go?!”

Mikey pops out of his portal and it closes right after. “Right here, Squawksong!”

“My name is Tweetie!” she sings out, fuming. Mikey laughs and flips away from the blast, popping through another portal as he flips right past Leo, who stands with his swords drawn. Leo points one at Tweetie.

“Mikey’s right! I think your villain name is Squawksong now!” Leo declares. 

“That’s lame for a- yawn- a villain name!” she sings again. Leo throws down his stone, the portal swallowing him and closing before her power follows him through. 

Donnie jumps out from behind  the shed again. “HEY!” he shouts, getting her attention. “Not as lame as copying your dad’s suit gimmick!”

She gasps. “This was a birthday present, you-you shell-butt jerk!” She doesn’t sing that one– just swings her hammer down. Donnie yelps, rolling away and opening his next portal, pushing himself up from a handstand straight into the pink circle.

“DOWN HERE!” Tweetie- Squawksong- turns to see Mikey standing by Raph again. Mikey puts his hands by his head, wiggling his fingers and blowing a raspberry.

“Go to sleep, stop your annoying peeps!” This time is more of a rap cadence, her power coming out in bursts rather than one single blast, but Mikey grabs Raph and jumps both of them through his last portal. Squawksong yawns again, dropping a little.

“Nice try!” Leo taunts from behind her. She turns again, slower this time, rubbing her eyes. “My Uncle Donald is a way better rapper!”

“Then let me try a power ballad!” But Leo avoids it just as easily as before with his final portal, opening it just over the edge of the rooftop and sprint-leaping right in.

Squawksong spins around again, eyes drooping and losing steam in her flapping by the second. Donnie, crouched on the other side of the billboard, looks at his last portal stone. “Please let us win our first fight,” he whispers.

He runs out from behind the billboard. “HEY SQUAWKSONG! I BET YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE DONNIE DEWEY DECIMAL RAP!”

“Of course not, because that sounds stupid!” She tries to swing her hammer, but in her sluggish and tired state she missed Donnie by a wide margin. She rubs her eyes again, yawns once more, and takes a deep breath. “My dads are the best, better than the rest!”

Donnie cartwheels away and tosses down the final stone, popping out the other side of the portal to meet his four brothers behind the roof shed. Mikey and leo hold Raph up as they all peek out.

Squawksong yawns again, and drops– one foot, two feet, all the way to the rooftop. She sits down, yawns again, and then tucks her legs under her and wraps her wings around herself.

Soon enough they hear tweet-snores, and Raph yawns and begins to wake up. “Wha’ happened?”

“We… we won!” Leo looks at Donnie and grins. “We won!”

“You totally saved our shells, Dee!” Mikey wraps his brother in a hug. “We’d have gotten in sooo much trouble if ours dads knew we were-!”

“Y’ALL WERE IN A FIGHT?!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

April zips in front of the boys, hands on her hips. “You know you were supposed to call me if your dads got into a fight! And who the heck is that?!”

“Uh… Hypno and the worm guy’s daughter.” Leo winces. “She… wasn’t happy our dads are fighting hers.”

April pinches her nose. “Please tell me you did not knock her out. We made a deal with them, they don’t mess with you and we don’t mess with their kid!”

“We didn’t knock her out! She used her powers until she got all sleepy! Honest!” Mikey clasps his hands together and gives April his most sad, pleading look. Raph yawns again as Mikey takes away his arm, and rubs his eyes. 

April’s expression softens. “Alright. Looks like you guys had a big night, huh? And I’m guessing you don’t wanna leave until your dads get done?”

“Nuh-uh.” Raph blinks at her sleepily. “I gotta hug him when he gets back. He’s gonna be upset.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Raph.” April rubs his head. “Alright, let’s go grab the bird girl–”

“Squawksong!”

“Oh, no way they named their kid that! I’ll report them to, uh… I don’t know, Yokai protective Services?”

“Mikey named her that as her villain name,” Leo says.

Donnie nods. “Her real name is Tweetie.”

“Well then, let’s grab Tweetie and make sure she’s out of the way of any hurtling giant turtles and wait for the boys to wrap things up.”

“You um… you won’t tell them we got into a fight, will you, Auntie April?” Donnie taps his fingers together nervously. “Uncle Leon said we shouldn’t, even with Yokai kids.”

“I have to, Dee. You guys only got into this fight alone because you didn’t call me as soon as your dads stepped away. Look, I’m super proud of you four for holding your own, but this is a big deal. You just had your first real hero-villain fight and you’re only ten.”

They all sag, mumbling apologies.

“Hey, I forgive you. And your dads will too. But you need to stop rushing into trying to grow up.” She pulls all four in for a hug. “You’re still our little turt tots.”

“We love you Auntie April,” they all chorus softly.

“I love y’all too. Now let’s settle down. I think I smell Raphie’s ‘Just broke out of hypnosis’ stink from here.”

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Ticklish Hands ~ 

HELLO FELLOW PPL! 

THIS FIC IS A GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL @rottmnt-supremacist

Ler: April👩🏾‍🦱💚

Lee: Raph🐢❤️

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Donnie, Leo and Mikey inform April on a little secret Raph has been keeping from her; chaos follows.

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Raph was chilling in his bedroom, listening to music with his headphones on while snuggling his favorite squishmello: Mr. Stripes the Zebra. He was sitting criss-cross applesauce on his red fluffy carpet he put next to his bed a couple days ago.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the side of his curtains. He took off his headphones and put them on his desk. It was most likely one of his siblings…and to be completely honest, was scared for the reason why they would come into his room…not that they would do anything bad of course! It’s just his siblings always found a way to make they’re visits to his room…interesting.

If it was Leo, he probably wanted to show Raph yet another TikTok of the Lightskin Stare trend with Olaf from Frozen that Raph’s sworn he’s seen more times then he’s even breathed. If it was Mikey, he probably wanted to show him another recipe he made. Mikey was getting…creative in the kitchen and wanted to try some different flavors! Like his famous Pickle-Pizza-Chocolate Cake-Ice Cream wrap…sounds delicious, right? If it was Don, he probably was coming in with a 25-26 page slideshow on why Raph should allow him to steal the government's secret stash of uranium…

Don’t ask…

And if it’s April? She probably came in to trash-talk her classmates about how they were just “stuck up rich kids who can’t pull their heads out of their own asses.” Which Raph knows more than 89% of April’s classmates deserve that insult.

Has all those scenarios happened before or is Raph being oddly specific?

Take a guess.

“Come in!” Raph exclaimed, preparing himself for whoever walked into his room.

“Hi Raphie! Your brothers told you your little secret…” April grinned as she went directly in front of Raph, sitting down. Raph cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Wait…what? What secret? Raph doesn’t keep secrets…” The snapper turtle said, putting his finger to his chin and wondering in thought. What secret? 

That time he ate all of Mikey’s leftover birthday cake? No…that couldn’t be it. He was caught red-handed by the birthday boy himself for that one. He has the bruises to prove it…

What about when he stole all of April’s nail polish for himself to try? Uh…no, couldn’t be that either. She actually found him in the bathroom trying to paint his nails with her light blue nail polish: Periwinkle. He knows that blue is Leo’s thing but he must admit he did look pretty good! But he does remember having more colors than periwinkle on his nails, and with April’s help he was able to have pretty nice nails. So that can’t be it.

The snapping turtle wondered, what in the actual shell did my brothers tell her? Because if he himself can’t even remember what kinds of secrets he’s told his brothers who knows what they told his elder sister. And judging by that Cheshire grin April had plastered on her face, it was something really funny he did or really embarrassing. 

“What did they tell you?” Raph gulped, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. April innocently smiled, cracking her knuckles. “Give me your hand.” April said, reaching out to Raph with one of her hands as if she was grabbing something. The snapping turtle hesitantly put one of his hands in hers as she turned it upward so his palm was facing the ceiling.

“Tell me, Raph. Do your hands happen to be ticklish?” April asked, not even waiting for an answer before she scribbled her fingers over Raph’s palm.

Oh.

those.

little.

SHITS. 

Raph was SO going to get them for this later…

“Pfft- Ahahaprihil!” Raph giggled, curling his fingers inside of his palm but only was able to curl them midway as April gently pulled back his fingers, not letting them curl. Raph came out of his sitting position and started squirming; lightly kicking his feet and squirming from left to right. “Stop squirming, Raph. I need to see if this tickles!” April demanded.

“Ihihit dohohoes tihihickle!” Raph yelled, covering his face with his free palm blushing a bit because- really?! Why did she think Raph was a giggling mess right now lightly kicking his feet at her feather-like touch across his palms? 

April then lightly started tracing over Raph’s wrist, causing the snapping turtle to throw his head back and cackle, kicking his legs on the floor trying to get his hand out of April’s grip. “AhahaHAPRIL! PleHEASE!” Raph cried, falling down on his shell due to how much he was laughing which gave April an opportunity to climb on him and scratch her fingers along his sides. 

Raph clamped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to get April satisfied about his reactions to her tickly touches. His sides weren’t even that ticklish! He’s fine. Pfft, tickling? What’s tickling? It doesn’t tickle at all  he’s fine-

April lightly grazed a finger on his shoulders, causing the red banded turtle to let out a girly scream, descending into laughter. 

Well, fuck. 

“There we go~! There’s my laughy Raphie!” April teased, now scribbling back to Raph’s sides. The snapper mentally cursed himself for even letting himself let his underarms be exposed in a situation like this. Because- it’s April. Not that he would openly admit it but she was probably the best tickler of the family. I mean- Look how much he’s laughing right now!

April started slowly moving up and down Raph’s side; only tickling him with her pointer finger on the both of her hands. “AHAHAPRIL NAHAHO WAHAIT!” Raph squealed, trying to push April’s fingers away from his ribs.

“What are you getting so worked up about, hmm big guy? Oho, you didn’t think I was gonna go…there, did you?” April teased playfully, poking near but nowhere close to Raph’s underarms as the turtle let out loud shrieks at the poking. 

“Stop squirming, buddy~! You’re making it really hard to tickle your good spots~!” April smiled, but the tease only worsened the squirming. 

“AhaHaPRIL! IHIT TIHIHICKLES! ReeReEhEEheE! PLeheHEASE!” Raph laughed, shaking his head and kicking his feet lightly, trying to get out from April’s hold. April smiled at the childhood nickname Raph said throughout his laughter, chuckling as the snapper turtles face started glowing a bright red. She hasn’t even been tickling him all that long!

“Stop squirming or I’m going to tickle your underarms.” April threatened which caused Raph to immediately stop thrashing and just laugh his heart out, weakly kicking his feet behind April here and there. “YOhohoHOUR’E tihihiHICKLING MEEHEE! Ihi caHAHAN’T hehelp ihit!” Raph whined as April only rolled her eyes in amusement. 

Suddenly, the second youngest of the Hamato Clan walked into the room, closing the curtain and walking to April, standing next to her, completely unbothered by his brother getting completely tortured by they’re older sister.

“Hey, April. Do you know where Mikey is? I wanted to show him this meme I found!” Leo giggled, rewatching whatever meme he had pulled up on his phone. “Oh! Mikey said that he was going to go to Baron’s place today, didn’t he tell you?” April said turning, her head to Leo but still tickling the sides of Raph’s ribs, switching between pokes and light scratching to keep him in stitches. 

“Ugh! No one ever tells me anything!” Leo groaned, turning his phone off and putting it in his sweatshirt pocket. “Thanks, I’m gonna go bother Dee. See you later, Riri!” Leo chirped, turning around to the exit. “Also, make sure to not kill Raphie over there, okay?” Leo chuckled, opening the curtain and leaving Raph’s room. “I won’t~!” April sang, kneading both of Raph’s thighs behind him.

Raph whined throughout his laughs as he kicked his feet and lightly pushed at April’s hands, trying to get April off of him. “NAhah! StAHAP! AHAHAPRIL!” 

“Raph, you literally tower over me, bud. You could EASILY stop me if you wanted to, but here we are~!” April teased, leaning in closer to give Raph a kiss on the cheek and scribbling her hands all over him tummy. “SHUHUT IHIHIT!” The snapper yelled, gripping his fingers on April’s wrists trying to ceases her tickle torture and then she suddenly…stopped?

“What did you just say…?” April asked, looking Raph dead in the eyes as she slowly started making her way up his sides. Then to his ribs. Now hovering over-

Oh no.

Oh. NO.

Raph couldn’t help but immediately start cackling as his sister's fingers hovered over his death spot: his underarms. He could feel the tingly sensations of her fingers slowly getting closer and closer. Raph tried kicking his feet, bucking her off, pushing her shoulders lightly but she did not move an inch. 

Oh…Raph was completely SCREWED. In the famous words of his second youngest brother: “Eugh boy…”

“AHAHA! WAHAIT WAHAIT WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” Raph tried to reason. He wasn’t a scientist like Donnie but he’s pretty sure there’s a 99.9% chance that April’s going to go for his death spot no matter how many pleas he gives.

“Too little, too late, bud.”

April blew multiple raspberries on the right side of Raph’s neck, so much that he doesn’t even know how April isn’t out of breath yet while also tickling his underarms. But he couldn’t worry about that- he had to worry about not dying by the clutches of his big sister and her tickling hands. And ohmigosh did it tickle a whole lot…

And if things couldn’t get any worse, April started now randomly switching the sides of Raph’s neck where she was giving tickly kisses too; making the snapper scrunch his shoulders and shake his head. 

If you know Raph, you know for a FACT that he cannot STAND tickly kisses- it’s the actual death of him. He’s so used to roughhousing (he grew up with 3 little brothers, can you really blame him?) that he’s not used to these feather-like touches. Which makes it tickle so much f*cking more than it should.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Raph cried, hands still holding wrists and she continued her tickle torture. “Please, what little brother?” April asked, before blowing raspberries on Raph’s tummy. “IHIHI DUHUHUNNO!” He screamed.

“AHAHAPRIL AHAHA! PLEHEASE! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! MEHEHERCY!” Raph cried, tears building up in his eyes. April got off Raph, knowing the safe-word and lying down next to him on the fuzzy carpet as he caught his breath. “You okay, big guy?” April asked, turning her head towards her little brother. “Ihi’m fihine, sis.” Raph giggled, as April rubbed the ghost tickles away. She then got up to get Raph a glass of water that was on his desk and gave it to him. “Thahahanks…” Raph chuckled as he drank the water

The two eldest suddenly heard a crash nearby presumably in Donnie’s lab, followed by some yelling and shrieking, and…whirring?

“NARDO GET BACK HERE WITH MY GOGGLES!”

“YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME IF YOU WANT THEM, FEO HERMANO!!!”

April sighed at the recus her other younger brothers were making, pinching the spot between her eyes as Raph erupted into laughter by his sister’s reaction. “We can’t leave those three alone for a second, can we?” April groaned, crossing her arms. “Yeah…” Raph sighed, standing up and taking April by the hand, helping her up. “Besides, I need to get revenge on them anyway for telling you I have ticklish hands anyway…” The snapper said, cracking his knuckles as April only chuckled at the statement.

“And don’t think you’re safe from Raph’s Revenge™, Riri” Raph grinned, poking April in the side causing her to squawk and squirm away from the touch. She glared at Raph before playfully shoving him as they exited his room. 

“Oho, I’d like to see you’d try, Raphie.”

——————————————————————— 📢❗️LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH❗️📢

ALSO…POSSIBLE LEE APRIL FIC??? 👀 

As always, hope you all enjoyed!

[fluffypandabun]

Trick or treat rottmnt (RAPH RAPH RAP)

Raph kept his hand firmly over his mouth, which remained stubbornly shut. Above him, resting perched up on his back, Mikey giggled.

“Come on Raphie!” He chirped, skittering his fingers over the back of Raphs neck.

“Let me see that smile!”

Squeaking, the snaggle tooth hunched up his shoulders, frantically shaking his head back and forth, prompting Mikey to scoff.

“Come on Raph, you brought this onto yourself when you told me you thought your smile was ‘Too scary’, which is just not true by the way.”

The bigger turtle switched tactics when the quick scribbling across his neck became light tracing, crossing his arms in front of him he buried his face in them. Mikey shook his head disapprovingly.

“Wrong Move Raphie~” He giggled, leaning himself over he stretched out his arm to reach down and bury his fingers into the hollows of Raphs underarms.

Eyes practically bugging out of his head, Raph let out an embarrassingly high pitched shriek. Turning himself around to lay partially on his side, face uncovered and bright snaggle toothed smile out for the whole world to see.

Mikey practically beamed, using his older brothers new position to gently squeeze up and down the bigger turtles side, worming his finger in between his shell to in the way he knew really drove the snaggle tooth up the wall.

“Awwww! There it is! That adorable smile we all know and love!”

Raph was in stitches, head tilted back as he cackled, his laughter occasionally broken up by quick huffy snorts, with his free hand he made a fist and banged it against the ground

“Uhuhuhuhunle! UHUHUHUHUNCLE!”

Mikey giggled but came to a stop, “Alright alright! I grant thee mercy.”

He stayed perched on Raphs back as the older turtle recovered, with a loud sigh of relief the turtle sat up, scooping the box turtle up into his arms in a half hold half hug.

“Whew, Mikey you are ruthless.”

Mikey made himself comfortable against Raphs chest and giggled, sticking his tongue out, before his face became genuine again.

“I meant what I said Raph, about your smile being really nice. “

Raph huffed in slight embarrassment, though he couldn’t keep the warm fondness from blooming in his chest as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Heh, thanks little brother.” He smiled. “Now…”

His hug suddenly became a lot more tighter, pinning the younger mutant to his chest.

“Lets talk some about your smile huh?”

[turtletimewriting]

Oh...

Everyone knows the “Oh...” trope but there’s not nearly enough appreciation for the trope in the tickle community.

(btw this is all rottmnt fanfiction)

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“Oh! Does that tickle?” Leo gasped genuinely. 

“Leeeeeeee!” Mikey drummed his feet on the table as he covered his bright red face. It was necessary. This was all totally necessary. He did take a really nasty hit in that fight and his shell having a chip was important to look at. 

But oh dear lord! Leo gently pressing his fingers across different areas of his shell, making sure that every tiny part of his entire carapace was okay, was actual torture. He truly didn’t know he was ticklish there! 

“Any pain here?” Leo continued like nothing was different. 

Meanwhile Mikey squawked “LEO! Eheheee.”

Leo looked at him all sympathetic but his eyes were gleaming with mischief, “Not much longer Mikester. Any pain? Any... sensitivity?”

The gentle pressure as he prodded along his back. Gentle pokes right at the very top of his shell. It was like someone was constantly hovering over a tickle spot. Mikey couldn’t control his giggling even if he tried. His cheeks aching from the smile. “Ehe heh eeeeh hehe heehee! Nah! All gohood!”

“So I’ll keep going?” Leo teased.

It was all necessary. It was important. “Keheep eheheh heh! Keep going.”

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“Oh. Oh no! Wait! No! Don’t do this!” Raph squealed.

“Raphie! I’m trying to help!” Mikey giggled.

“I take it back! Raph don’t need help! I’m big! I can, uh, get out!” He cried out as if he wasn’t stuck in a sewer pipe with only his legs and head sticking out. Mikey being behind him. He was squirming around to try and find a good position to use his chains to pull him out. 

Including squirming a hand around his sides and belly. “Can you?” When did Mikey get so sassy.

The hand crawled around to grab his side again. He flinched harshly. “Don’t! Mikey! Please! Don’t!��

“Don’t what?” Came a giggly voice and, being the older brother, he was less familiar with the trap laid before him.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“Tickle you? Sounds like a great idea!” Mikey squeaked before squeezing his right side mercilessly.

“HAH! HAHAHAHAAA! MAHA MIKEY! HAHAHAAHAHA!”

_._._

“Oh! Don’t you dare!” Donnie violently grabbed Leo’s hand that was reaching and wiggling for his bare shell. 

“HAHAHAAHAAA! ALL’S FAHAIR IN WAR AAAAAAAH AHAHAAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Donnie continued drumming his fingers on his thighs. And truly it was all fair game considering Donnie latched on to his ultimate tickle spot immediately. 

“Oh yeah? You think this is a war and not an annihilation?” Donnie smirked.

But, for all his brains, Donnie could never predict him! Leo lurched up as if he was still drowning in his own laughter and sucked the deepest breath he could and leaned forward to blow a raspberry against his stomach.

“AAH! LEO!” Donnie fell away from where he was straddling him. Leo sprung up and dug his scratching tickling hands under his arms. “HAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

“Oh I dare Donald! I dared Donald!”

_._._

“Oh well. Guess I’ll just have to tickle it out of you.”

Raph scribbled his hand across Mikey’s foot, one big hand holding the whole of his calf while the other danced quickly over his foot. Mikey balked and desperately waved his foot but it was useless. His eyes bulged as he clamped down on his lip. 

“Mikey,” Raph said in his sickly sweet mother hen tone. “where did you place Raph’s JJ comic?”

Mikey had thought that Raph was just being his usual playful self when he offered to have him ride his shoulders. But now he was truly trapped. That one foot being tickled. Can’t lean away as he’ll fall.

“Mikeyyyyyy!” Raph’s fingers meant he could tickle away at his entire foot. “Tickle tickle tickle.”

Mikey kept his hands slapped over his mouth. 

Raph turned and saw Mikey’s art desk. He smirked widely as he pulled out one of his daintier paint brushes. “Mikeyyyyy? You gonna admit where you put it?”

The second the tiny little bristles brushed between his toes, Mikey lurched like he had been electrocuted. “AAAAAAAH WAIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

_._._

“Oh... I was just uh... wondering... uh not if you don’t wanna. I... Could we... could you do the shell thingy again?”

Leo looked clueless for just a second before he smirked. “You mean you’re monthly shell scrub?” 

Raph was blushing violently but his tail wagged happily, betraying his emotions. The shell scrub was something they all did to make sure they kept their shells shiny and clean. Raph and Donnie had to be more often since their species usually burrowed away or used the sand and stones in rivers to exfoliate. 

For Raph, it tickled. It tickled but like a relaxing tickle. One that would just about prick at him. He laid down and it was only a moment before Leo came back with his brush. 

The brush landed in the direct middle of his shell. Raph felt his face naturally curl into a smile but his shoulders loosened. He prepared himself to sit there and let the gentle smoothing tickles cheer him up and relax him unlike anything else. 

The laughter would never quite come but his chest would occasionally bounce with a suppressed giggle. The brush was moved in gentle circles as it danced between his spikes. He happily leaned into the movements. 

What he didn’t see was that Leo loved doing this too. Turning his stressed out big brother all tickle drunk. So he kept tickling and scrubbing away.

_._._

“OH PIZZA SUPREME STAHAHAHAHAAAP!”

“You were the one that challenged me to make the tickle belt from spongebob,” Donnie snarked without even looking up from his notes. This was an invention still in beta so he had to make notes. 

Leo slapped the floor as he again, pointlessly, tried to pull the belt away from where it was buzzing away at his helpless tummy. The vibrations translating through his plastron in the most teasing ticklish way. “AHAHAHA! AH! HAHA! DON!” “On a scale of one to ten-”

“NO! NO! NOHOHO! AHAHAHAAAA! NO SCALE! HAHAHAHA! AAAAH! NO DATA COLLECTIOOOOONNNNN AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHA!” 

“Oh your spiking laughter must be because of the adjusting speed. This is so you don’t get numb to the tickling. Data collection is necessary, however. On a scale of one to ten, how much does this tickle?”

Leo’s face blushed as bright as his face markings as his mind latched on to the question. It would tickle more if it was on his leg or something. Like if it was tied around his thigh? Then he would truly explode. 

And unfortunately, his tendency to ramble meant he accidentally said that out loud. To which Donnie finally turned towards him again.

_._._

“Oh I bet they have more fun tickling me than you!”

Leo looked at Mikey like he had grown a second head. “What?”

“You heard me!” Mikey leaned back confidently with his arms crossed. “The tickle monsters of the family definitely prefer tickling me. I’m just so much cuter when tickled.”

“What!” Leo exclaimed again. “Everyone knows that the face man of the group is always the cutest. No matter the situation.”

“Nuh uh! My laughter is so much cuter than your snorting!”

“Snorting!” Leo clutched his chest. “I don’t snort!”

“Then take my bet!” Mikey cheered.

And that was the context for how Mikey and Leo both charged into Raph and demanding to be tickled. The competition once again blinding them to what they were actually asking.

But Raph was definitely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before they could realise the danger they’ve put themselves in, he scooped them both up on his arms. Using a hand on each to tickle both of their sides.

Making them both burst into adorable bright baby brother laughter.

[raphies-art-blog]

1/3

For Huevember this year, I did Yandere Prompts and called it Yanvember. Of course this is all on my insta and you know, you can drop a like or follow there, I’d appreciate it. I had a lot of fun doing this, but man it was killer.

[someone1348]

hii K!

i read your ler!reader x lee!turtles fic, and i was wondering if you could write the turrles getting their revenge?

can you tell im a lee 🧍‍♀️

take care of urself, K. love youu 🫀

Hey Jay! Lol I'd be happy to!

Love you too buddy!

This is part 2 to this story here

Sooo if you haven't read it I suggest reading that one first!

People in this: Ler!Turtles, Lee!Reader

Tw: none (maybe some big teasing) but other than that its adorable

(Y/n)= Your name!

With all that being said Enjoyy! :]

-K

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Leo!:

"Thahats it" he smiled brightly "Cohome here you-" He shouted as he tackled you down to the couch

"LEO WAIT-"

"Awww what's the matter?~ too ticklish to handle what you dish out? Where'd that big ler energy go huh? All lost to my tickly fingers! Coochie Coochie Coo~" He smirked his signature smirk as he skittered his six didgets alll over your tickle spots

"Im gonna getcha'! Over heree and over heree and OOOO HERE! Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ who's the adorable one now! You areee~" He continued eating up alll of your reactions and giggles until he reached your tickle spot

"OKAHAY IM SOHOHORRY!"

"Apology accepted giggles, now you know, never tickle Leonardo Hamato and think there won't be consequences again, m'kay cutie?" He giggled as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"Wehehe'll see!" You smirked back at him as he giggled along with you

Donnie!:

'I can not BELIEVE they tickled me! Oh they're in BIG trouble now!' He thought to himself before searching the lair to find you

"(Y/n)!" He shouted as he spotted you and used his robot arms from his battle shell to bring you to his lap

"YeaAH!-" you yelped being pulled over before trying to pull your arms down "D! We can talk about this, right?"

"The only thing that will be coming out of your mouth dove are those precious giggles now,, LAUGH FOR ME!" He smirked before scribbling his fingers all over your tickle spots

"DOhohonniEhe! WAhait!"

"I will be waiting for nothing except your laughter! Tickletickletickletickle!" He giggled along with you as he moved to your tickle spot

"IHIHIHIM SOHOHORRY!"

"I accept your apology but I'm not quite finished yet giggles~" he blew a gaint raspberry to your worst spot

"DEHEHE!"

"Much better! You're free to go now and don't you EVER think about sneak tickle attacking me again capiche!"

"We'll seehee!"

Raph!:

He pulled you into a hug "Ihihi love it, buttt you're forgetting somthing" he smirked at you "you forgot that Raph's the biggest tickle monster around!-"

"RAPH-" Your sentence was abruptly stopped and replaced by giggles as he skittered his claws gently over all of your tickle spots

"Coochie Coochie Coo~ awww you have such adorable giggles! Raphie could eat them up allll day!" He smiled brightly as he continued

"RaHaHAPh! NOhoHO!"

"Raph Yesss! This is what you get for tickling the tickle monster and thinking you could get away!" He giggled along with you before he blew a gaint raspberry to your tickle spot

"OKAHAY IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!"

"Who's the biggest tickle monster around the lair?~" His smirk grew as he wiggled his fingers all over your tickle spot

"YOHOHOU!"

"Excellent!" He stopped and rubbed away the ghost tickles, holding you close "Apology accepted giggle bug!"

Mikey!:

"Did you enjoy licking the batter after you attacked me with tickles!" He said with a smile as he looked at you, slowly inching closer as you put the bowl in the sink.

"Yes I did it was extra sweet because of your giggles!" You smirked as he grumbled a little in an embarrassed way before pulling you into a hug from behind

"You had something to snack on now I need something to eat in return!" He smirked as he rested his chin on your shoulder "Your giggles should work perfectly!~" He giggled before scribbling all over your tickle spots

"MIhihikEy!"

"Yes giggles? Awww is it ticklwish?~ I'm gonna getcha'!" He said in a baby voice as he continued moving swiftly from tickle spot to tickle spot

"IhIHim sOHOHORRY! MIHIHIHIKEY WHAHAIT!-"

He smirked as he moved to your tickle spot "Tickletickletickletickle~"

"OKAHAY OKAY!"

He giggled as he let you go, rubbing away the ghost tickles "You're too cute! Ah!" He smiled at you

"I cohohould say the same for you Mikey!"

"Stahap!" He hugged you again tightly

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This was so cute to make I hope you all enjoyed! More requests are coming soon I've just been busy! But I promise they'll be out eventually!

I am so proud of you, You are enough, you are valid, you are loved, and have an amazing Day/Evening or Night my friends you truly deserve it! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

[yourirridescantgrace]

It's a trap!-Rottmnt

Info: 

Lee Mikey Lee Raph (for a short while): Lers: Raph Leo and Donnie

Summery: Mikey stands back and watches  his older brothers goof around. He feels a little left out but that's nothing a little big brother mischief wont handle.

Takes place between the series finale and the movie

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Mikey walked down the hall just stretching his legs. And maybe to get a snack. His mind was off in another world because he had just got done doing a lot of art. But anyways he wasn't paying much attention when he left the hallway and entered the main living room. He guessed his father was either asleep or he left the lair. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard high pitched laughing. 

He immediately recognized it as Raph's, his eldest brother. He looked over to see what was going to when he saw his three big brothers. The twins, Leo and Donnie were on top of Raph, apparently wrestling him on the ground. Mikey stayed silent as he walked trough the living room into the kitchen, as he walked around he observed Leo and Donnie were indeed on top of Raph tickling him. Leo going for Raphs neck and Donnie going for either the sides or armpits. 

Brothers. Always messing around with each other. The Hamato boys were no exception. There had been many wrestling matches, tickle fights, and other weird things over the years. 

Mikey remained silent as he entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. He began to munch on it. He listened to Raph cackle from the living room. They seemed to be having quite a bit of fun. 

Something sank inside of Mikey. He does not know why, but all of a sudden he felt a little left out. Sure he spent everyday with his big brothers. The three he loved the most of this world. And they usually did not hang out much without him. But he felt a little left out, well maybe its because he's been putting himself in his room for many hours to do art lately. Maybe he's making them feel like he's been shutting them out Mikey chewed his apple as he watched from affar. He couldn't help but smile to, at least they're having fun. 

He finished the apple and threw the core away. And washed his hands off. He kept his eyes to the floor and silent as he retraced his steps to his room. Until he heard his name being called.

"Hey Mikey!"

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Leo and Donnie continued to torment their big brother. Just about twenty minutes ago he had snuck up behind them in stealth mode and jump attacked them. He attacked the both of them and pinned the twins to the ground. He attempted to keep them both pinned as he attacked their sides with light scribbles. But at one point Donnies metal arms were activated. Whether Donnie did it on purpose or Raph did on accident it sure got Raph off both of them. 

Thats when the disaster twins decided to pull an uno reverse and tackle Raph on the floor. And attack him. See how he likes it. 

It's been about twenty five minutes now. It was about time they let little ol' Raphie up before he started running out of air. Leo pulled himself off while Donnie finished off. Leo smirked as Raph finished off laughing. This is when Leo spotted Mikey walking with his head down. The youngest turtle had looked a little sad, maybe he was just feeling a bit lonely.  Leo wondered how much of that he'd seen though . But then Leo got an idea. He smirked looking to his two brothers who had seemed to notice him as well. And they all looked at each other with the same mischievous glare. Sharing a quick nod they put their unspoken plan into action.

Raph started squirm as Leo and Donnie Continued to attack them. 

"Oh no you don't." Leo said. 

"He's getting away!" Donnie yelled.  None of this seemed to get the attention of the orange clad turtle. But Leo was not giving up. 

"Hey, Mikey!" 

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 "Hey, Mikey!" 

Mikey was once again snapped out of his thoughts. Leo had called his name. He was currently sitting up on Raph who was still in a giggly pile and Donnie  still attacking him. 

Mikey faced his brothers wondering what they could possibly need from him? 

"Hey Michi." Leo said again. Mikey hated that nickname. " Can you come help us? Raph's being a pest and we need a third set of hands!" 

MIkey stood for a minute. Comprehending what he was just told. That feeling making him feel sad went way quickly. He smiled. "Sure I would love to."  He took dash for his brothers. Excited to be invited in to their shenanigans. 

"C'mon you can get his plasteron. " 

Mikey approached his three brothers. 'Oh boy this is gonna be so much fun!' he thought to himself. 

"Get him boys" 

Huh?

Suddenly Mikey felt himself tackled to the ground by three sets of arms. It was a trap! He had been fooled by his brothers! He felt his arms being pinned up and something wrapping around then. Most likely Raph's own arms. He squirmed but could not break free.  "Guys!" Mikey yelled looking up. "What the heck?!"

He saw Leo and Donnie's faces smirking. That smirk they always smirked when they are up to something. Mikey gulped there was no way out of this. He closed his eyes and prepared for impact. 

He felt someone go straight for his sides. Specifically the parts that were not covered by his plasteron. He giggled. This was not new to him. As the baby and the most ticklish of the family he would often get ganged up on. But then he felt someone go for his armpits this was most likely Raph. His arms were able to wrap around Mikeys twice and still attack the armpits. 

And last but not least he felt someone on his knees. Now this one was hard to tell who it was. But all he could tell was..... this tickled a lot. 

"Bwahahahhahahaha." Mikey started squealing with laughs. "Guhuhuhuhys whahahahahhahat thehehehhehehhehehehe heehehehehheehheck?! ahahahhahahahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahha."

"Dawwwe is ouw little babwy broter twicklish?"  Leo cooed. He was most likely on the sides. " daawwe thats so cute." 

"Awwwe listen to his little laugh." Donnie said. "It's so cute, I hope whenever puberty hits you it's the one thing you don't loose."

"AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA YOOHHOHOU GUHUHUUYS AREHEHEH MEAHAHHAHAAHN AHHHHH! AHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!" 

Raph smiled while tickling Mikeys armpits. " Aw you really mean that, Mikey? Thats mean. We better get rid of that attitude of yours. " He moved up to Mikey's armpits for a minute. Sending the little turtle in to a pile of laughter. 

"HAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAH IHIHIHIHIHITS THEHEHHEEHHEHEHHEHHE TRUHUHTH! HAHAHHAHAHHHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHahahh."  " Oh you're going to pay for that you little booger." Leo said. Moving up to his sides and armpits. The tickling was getting more severe now. He felt little arms all over his body. Possibly Donnie's metal arms. 

"BAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH! WHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAT"S WHHOHOOHOOHOHOHOOHOOHHOHOOHNg WIHHIHIHIIHIHIIHIHIIHIIHIHITH YOHOHOOHOHOOHOHOOHOHOUHUUHUUH GUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS? AHHAHAHAH EEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHP."

"Sorry can't hear you buddy." Leo said. " Too busy listening to your little laugh."  "AHHAHHAHHAHHHAHAHHAHHA YOHOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUHUHCK!" 

This went on for a while. Quite a while. Eventually Mikey's mask was soaked with tears and he was out of air. But some how was still able to hold on. 

"OHOHOHKAHAHAHY OHOHOHKAHAHAHAY MEHEHEEEHRCY! EHEHEHHEEEHK!" "What was that giggles?" Raph asked. He could tell Mikey had enough. But he kept going since it was fun. 

"AHAHHHAHH MEEHEHHERCY AHHHAHAHHAH MEHEHEHrcyhyhyy Pehehahahahse! I CAHAHHAN't I cahahan'r HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA! tahahhahahahahhake hihihihit! AHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAH AAHHANYMOHOHOHORE!" 

Raph looked up and smiled releasing Mikey. "Ok boys.Let him up so he can breathe. Don't tickle him to death." 

Upon  request Leo and Donnie stopped the torment. Donnie put his metal arms back as well. Mikey was finally allowed to get rid of his extra giggles.  

After a few minutes Mikey finished and caught his breath. 

"You guys are butts." 

"We love you to. Lil bro" 

[honeylief]

Apologies for the lack of content updates! I do want to make a habit of more scribble style content!

More of my Emmy OC being herself (and with Raphy)!

[bluepeachstudios]

(VHS 📼 Anon)

Hello again sorry it’s been a bit!

And if this story ask seems a bit different than the others.

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As soon as Ghost picked up the purple bandanna, heard Donnie calling out for him. He immediately headed towards the sound of his kid calling out for him.

He however ends up in a vast large forest, full of different invasive plants and species. Ghost hides behind a tree when he overhears three cloaked creatures over talking.

“- I know right! Who does this new turtle think he is?! I mean he just shows up and then next thing we know our ruler ends up setting a immediate wedding!”

Ghost chokes on his spit.

“And he doesn’t even the audacity to even want our ruler!”

“Oh c’mon guys, stop gossiping like a bunch of hens and help me fetch this water over here.”

Ghost notices that his cloak is very similar to the cloaked creature’s.

One of the cloaked creatures take notice.

“Hey you over there. Come help us fetch water, stop lazing around!”

Ghost pulls over his hood, grabs a bucket and follows them in disguise.

A silhouette follows him. She puts a finger to her lips, she looks more like a living sketch than an actual person.

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Operation crash wedding is go:

——> Stealth la mode

——> Go in ablazing, bridled with complete parental fury

I'M SCREAMING HFGDHFGKHDF YOU CAN'T MARRY OFF HIS SONS LITTLE CLOAKED PEOPLE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

As much as Ghost inwardly wants to go in blazing, his ninja training does not allow. He needs to assess the situation before he starts busting heads Raphy style.

-> Stealth la mode

I'm literally keeping notes on this btw. I vibe with Scribble. That's what I'm calling her for now. Scribble.

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days - Chapter Eleven

Ao3

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Chapter Eleven: Two's a Company, Three is a Crime

TW: Homophobic language and semi-graphic descriptions of murder.

A/N: Co-written with @theosb0rnway :)

Casey Jones never took the day off, that was a fact set deep in stone. If evil never slept, then neither did she, but this was different. 

He needed a day to process the idea that his boyfriend was not just a corpse in an icy coffin, but a being, a SPIRIT, that only Casey could see. He slept mostly, residing on top of the ice box while Raph watched her from afar, hesitant to make a move and not wanting to scare or piss off his lover. He didn't want to be double dead. 

The next day was far more productive, and Casey seemed to be in a much better mood after his almost day-long rest. The duo sat at the little coffee table in the middle of the room, Casey writing down ideas for his next moves against Shredder while Raph played with his ghostly sais. 

Who knew that whatever you had on your person also went with you to the next life? Raph didn't know much, or used to care much, about death, thinking he was some invincible force that even when battling Oroku Saki as Super Shredder could not be defeated, but now, here he was, thoroughly defeated. 

He was dead, and he was spiritually attached to the prettiest lunatic on planet Earth whose only current goal was to kill Super Shredder, not something normal like taking a shower or eating a meal that wasn't packaged. It was an issue, sure, but then again, to Hamato Raphael, Casey Jones was the definition of putting the 'hot' in psychotic. 

Said hot lunatic was actually being productive, scribbling some ideas down that Raphael surprisingly approved of. 

Ways to get that bastard's attention: 

Don't? Nah, that's no fun 

Bomb the old mansion 

Karai? 

Take down Tiger Face 

Fish Face 

Wolf Dude 

Beat the shit outta Hun! 

There was a giant scribbled star by the last one, making it officially Casey's favorite choice, despite it loosely having to deal with Shredder. Off to the side, there were little drawings of Casey using various weapons to kill Shredder and his Foot goons, which Raphael tried to ignore as best he could. Then something else popped into the scheming vigilante's mind, a way to get not only Shredder's attention, but the entire city's. A way to make himself truly known. It was a... different idea, but Casey knew she had to throw it out there. For all he knew, Raph might actually like it. 

"Hey, Raphie?" 

"Yeah, babe?"

"...What 'bout goin' after a cop?"

"A cop?" Raph didn't seem angry, which was a good sign. 

"Yeah! Get us actual attention from all the cameras and reporters and shit cause killin' the Foot ain't doin' nothin'." 

"Wait, you wanna... kill a cop?" Casey looked at Raph like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was. 

"Duh! Hurting one won't do anything!" 

"Casey, I agree that it'll get us the attention we need, but if we do that, it's gonna get us attention from EVERYWHERE. We're gonna have to be way more careful about what we do and how we're see- how you're seen." 

"So you're... not mad?" Is that really what Casey was focused on right now? 

"'Course I'm not mad, Case! Cops are assholes-" 

"Damn right!" 

"But we also gotta focus on keeping you safe. I know you can pull off the job, but the hardest part is making sure whatever they send after you doesn't find you." 

"I can handle it, Raphie. I hate you always rainin' on my parade, sayin' I can't do things like you can. Not like this is my first time dealing with pigs." 

"I'm not 'raining on your parade', babe, I'm just scared you can't do this by yourself." 

"Casey Jones wo-" 

"I know, I know! 'Casey Jones works better alone', but you can't work at all if you're caught, or worse, killed!" Casey sighed, but from behind her mask, he looked like he was in thought, chewing at her bottom lip. 

"Alright, I'll listen to you, just this once. So whaddya think I should do after I off the guy? Or lady? Or... what's a word for not a dude or a girl?" 

Raph did a facepalm. "It's just a cop, Case, Jesus Christ." 

"Yeah, you're right. But what should I do after I off the pig?" 

"Lay low. Before you do it, we should go out one last time for food and supplies, stuff that'll last us at least a month or so."

"A month? Hope they got those dumb little number puzzles at the store cause I'm gonna need 'em." 

"Sudokus, and yeah. Ya know ya' got me too, babe." 

"I know, but now that I can't pin ya down, I've gotta find other ways to keep busy." 

Raph swore he could hear Casey smirk and blushed a little, not that he could tell.

"I'm gonna need paint too, and I might... I'm gonna try to stop by my place, get clothes, money stash, firepower, all that." 

"Alright." 

"Raph?" 

"Yeah?" 

"...C-Can I let her see me? She's good at keepin' secrets, she doesn't know 'bout what we do, there's no way they could tie me to her if we're careful-" 

"Yeah. Tell her Mr. Turtle says he loves her, okay?" "Course, baby. I know she loves you too, a lot. Oh god, she has no idea that you-" 

Raph put a hand on Casey's shoulder and grimaced at her natural flinch. "Sorry. Look, don't tell her, it'll break her little heart and nobody wants that." 

"I wasn't going to, I'm not gonna hurt my baby sis like that, she's everything I've got left! A-and I left her all alone with Arnold... oh FUCK ME!" Casey slammed her fist down on the table and Raph could hear her crying underneath the mask. 

"It'll be okay, Case, I promise." 

"Will it though?" 

"If we get it done right, yeah. It'll be fuckin awesome." 

"You promise?" 

"I promise, dumbass." 

"Thanks, Raphie boy." 

"No problem, Casey baby." Raph put his arms around Casey, and even though she couldn't exactly do the same, he still tried his best. Casey broke the "hug" standing up slowly and stretching herself out. 

"Ugh! That fuckin table's so low, it's more of a pain in my back than Donnie!" Raph snorted, standing up through the table. 

"So where to, master planner? 

"First thing's first!" She smiled through the mask, "I need the rest my gear." It seems Raph had more experience breaking into Casey's house than she did, knowing how to climb onto the ledge and unlock the window so they could slip inside. Casey's room hadn't changed one bit, if you don't count the smell being fifty times worse. Given that it was 1 am, Arnold was fast asleep on the couch, and poor Angel was in the room right next to Casey's, no doubt breathing in that godawful smell and wondering when her brother would come back. 

Casey opened the door to the living room, sneaking quietly past Arnold and into Angel's room. He closed the door behind her, softly speed walking over to her little sister's bed. "Angel?" He ran a gloved hand through her hair and watched as the young girl opened her eyes. She seemed scared, and Casey realized it was because of the mask. "It's me, Ange, it's me!" He flipped the mask up to show off his real face for the first time in months. No paint, no skulls, no nothing, just Casey Jones. 

"CA'EY!" Angel whisper-screamed, getting up and jumping into her brother's arms for a hug. 

"Shhh! Gotta be quiet, lil sis! Don't want Dad to hear me, kay?" The girl nodded, a huge grin still stuck on her face. 

"I miss you, Ca'ey! Miss you lot!" 

"Me too, Angel, me too." He started to cry, Angel's grin dropping as she heard her sister start to sob. 

"Why you cryin', Ca'ey? Don' be sad!" 

"I'm not sad, I'm happy! I'm cryin' cause I love you, kiddo. I'm so sorry I left you here, I didn't want to, I didn't mean to, you don't deserve this!" 

They stayed like that for another few minutes, hugging while Casey cried, before Angel asked, "Where you go, big bro? Can I come too?" 

Casey shook his head. "No way. Casey had to go somewhere far away to keep you safe, and I gotta go back again until I'm done with my job." 

"Wha' job, Ca'ey?" 

"Somebody hurt me really bad and so I'm gonna hurt them really bad too. Remember how I taught you that? If somebody hurts you-" 

"You hurt ‘em too!" 

"Exactly! That's exactly right, baby sis!" 

Angel giggled, smiling up at her big sister. "When you gonna come back?" 

"Soon, Angie, soon. I promise. I'll be back as soon as I can be and then I'll never leave again! I pinky swear!" 

"You pinky swear?"

"Always." They locked pinkies and bumped foreheads, making Casey's promise something he could no longer break, not that she ever intended to break it. 

"Ca'ey? Where's Mista Turtle?" Casey's breath hitched and he quickly looked behind him to see Raph standing there, silently staring at him and nodding. 

"He's... he's back at my safe place, he's doin' alright. Want me to say hi to him for ya?" 

"Yeah! Mista Turtle gonna come back too, Ca'ey?" 

"Of course he is! We're both gonna come back as soon as we can!" He hated lying to Angel about that, but it was the best he could do for now. He couldn't bear to ever tell her the truth, it was too much. 

"He told me to tell you that he loves you VERY much and that he misses your stupid tea parties." 

"They're not stupid!" 

"Hey, tell that to him, not me! I love 'em!" 

"Yay! And I love YOU Ca'ey!" 

"Me too, lil sis." He paused. "Hey, Angel? You gotta promise me something now, alright?" 

"What is it, Ca'ey?" She bounced up and down on her bed with excitement. 

"If you see me on the TV, or hear about me from the bad people in blue, you CAN NOT tell them anything about me, okay baby sis?" 

Angel nodded seriously. "Ca'ey in trouble?" 

"Big BIG trouble." 

"Uh oh! I keep Ca'ey safe from evil people! I help you, big bro!" 

Casey smiled, a fresh wave of tears dripping down his face. "Thank you SO much, Angel, I love you, okay baby?" 

"I love you too Ca'ey! So SO SO SO MUCH!" 

"You go back to sleep now, okay?" 

"Okay... Are you gonna sleep too, Ca'ey?"

"In a little bit, yeah. I gotta do a few things first, but then I'm gonna go back and get some sleep with Mr. Turtle!" 

"Yay! Casey look sleepy, Casey need sleep!" 

"I will, Ange, I will. Can you go back to sleep okay or you need me here for a bit?" 

"Can Ca'ey stay?" 

"Of course. I'll always stay for you, Angel Jones." He sat down next to the bed as Angel tucked herself into the covers. 

"Love you, Ca'ey..." 

"Love you too, Angel." It took Angel about three minutes to fall asleep with Casey rubbing her back. The vigilante stood up, slipped his mask back on, and walked back into his own room, Raph following quickly behind her. 

"Ya gonna get some sleep now, Case?" 

"No. Gotta do a few more things." 

"You heard Angel-" 

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." 

He grabbed a giant plastic bag from the corner of the room and started cleaning everything out. All the rotting food was thrown out the window, the clothes and weapons stuffed into a bag, posters yanked off the walls and shoved in as well. By the time the bag was full, the room looked like it had barely been occupied. 

"Let's go, Raphie. We got what we came for." 

"Whatever you say, Case." 

The duo made their separate jumps out the window and fled into the night. Now all they needed was just to get the rest of the supplies for the murder. Ah, Walmart. 

The place where you can go at 2 am and nobody, nobody, notices you, no matter how out of the ordinary you look. At least, the security doesn't notice. If Casey got a few odd looks from some equally creepy old ladies, she sure didn't give a flying fuck about it. 

As she picked out the biggest package of Sour Patch Kids he could find and put it in her basket, he noticed a little girl staring at him from behind her father's leg at the other end of the aisle. 

He wondered why the hell a little girl was in Walmart at 2 am, but once again, it was none of his business. He smiled and gave her a little wave, watching her gasp and wave back. 

"Casey, you don't need that." 

"Bite me, Raphie." He muttered under her breath. He walked past the little girl and gave her a wink from under the mask, smiling as she heard her talking to her very disinterested father. 

"Daddy! Daddy! The boy with the cool mask waved at me!"

 "Uh huh. Whatever you say, sweetie." 

Casey loved being herself. As she suspected, even with her blood covered clothes and dirtied skull mask, the dead eyed cashier didn't even seem to notice him. He'd just bought all the supplies for a molotov cocktail, homemade grenades, war paint, and some candy just for funsies and nobody cared!

Raph was right, stocking up on things before his next hit was totally paying off! Raph had been muttering to himself the whole time, Casey tuning him out as best she could. His negative attitude was totally burning a hole in his bad girl persona! 

He forked over some of the money she stole from the Foot goons to the cashier, who gave him a dead-eyed stare and accepted the bills. Casey doubted she would have spared a second glance if Raph, in all his ghostiness, had been visible to others, not only a mutant turtle, but also a semi-transparent ghost. Then again, the lady did work in customer service at Walmart in New York, she figured not much would surprise this lady. 

“Have a nice day– NIGHT! I meant night,” the cashier said, automatically course-correcting, eyes widening briefly as she blinked from the daze that must come with working such a long shift. 

“You too,” Casey said as she accepted some bags and exited. A soft ‘whoosh’ of air hit his face as she stepped out of the sliding glass doors with as much vindication as one could when one stepped over a door threshold. Idly, he realized he should probably get her hands on a car. Or at least figure out some mode of transportation other than his own gear. 

Shifting the bags into one hand as she walked into an alley, with Raph bobbing around her head, Casey fired his grappling hook. 

It caught in a more stable part of the ladder, in contrast to the part of the ladder close to the ground, which was mangled and bent all out of shape.

Casey kept to the edge, so that he ascended in a vertical climb to her stomping grounds. She had to fire her grappling hook twice, the second time impaling deep the ceiling of the small room he and Raph resided in, only ascending again after three light tugs confirmed that the brick wasn’t about to cave, and send Casey to an early grave. 

Any time before Oroku Saki’s grave was far too soon, she decided, spreading his newly bought wares on the floor. Investing in an actual table (or at least not a floor that was both freezing and almost definitely infested with any number of roaches and other bugs to make Raph die twice) wouldn’t be a bad idea either. 

She dumped the bags down on the ground, grabbing the bag he'd taken from his home and setting it down next to the first one and sitting down on the ground next to the coffee table. 

"C’mon Raphie! Don't be a stranger!" The turtle was hanging out towards the window, away from the short excuse for a table, slightly pissed that Casey had lied to Angel's face about getting a good night sleep. 

He begrudgingly walked over, not wanting to deny his lover, almost there when his foot fell through the floor. He thought he'd fixed this already! The angry terrapin could hear Casey's cackle as he pulled his foot from the floor, a growl leaving his throat. 

"Oh shut up." Casey stopped laughing for once, her face morphing into one of concern. 

"You okay, Raph?" Uh oh. Not Raphie, just Raph. That meant he was serious, and serious Casey Jones could sometimes be a scarier creature than the angry, insane, or even pissed sides of Casey Jones. 

"I'm fine, Case." 

"Raph. I know you're lyin', knucklehead. What's going on?" 

"Why'd you lie to Angel about sleeping?" 

"I didn't!" 

"Yeah, ya' clearly did!" 

"No way, man! As soon as I kill a cop, I'm coming back here and we can sleep on the ice box together! The two of us! It's really comfy once ya get adjusted to it!" Raph shook his head. 

At least Casey was serious about going to bed, that was a start. She still had a long way to go in terms of mental health, and if he was finally trying to get better, Raph wasn’t about to say no, even if it was sleeping on that godforsaken freezer box that his own fucking corpse was being kept in. 

"Alright. I'll sleep on the fuckin’ death box." Casey glared. 

"Don't call it that, asshole!" 

"Hey, my body box, my choice." Casey looked confused for a moment before shrugging. 

"I don't think the saying goes like that, but whatever, dude." Her face softened. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Raphie. I didn't mean it, I promise."

"It's alright, Casey, I get it. You like it cause it's me in there, and you have your own way of coping. I should respect that. I DO respect it." 

"Thanks. That um... means a lot, babe." Raph could see a hint of an actual, genuinely sweet Casey Jones smile, taking the moment to sit down next to him, cup her cheeks, and kiss him softly what would be her lips under the mask. Casey gasped before pressing her lips to the inside of the mask. 

God, did he miss kissing Raph the normal way, pinning him against a wall, making out slowly until both of them were left breathless. She was pulled out of her thoughts as Raph broke the kiss, setting a pair of pants haphazardly on her lap. "Here." He pulled out a Sharpie too, and the older boy was impressed at how well he could hold it. 

"Woah! You weren't kidding when you said you could hold shit, babe! Holy macaroni, you're good!" 

They shared a laugh, Casey getting to work on redecorating the old pair of ratty gray jeans. Recreating his clothing took about an hour and a half, two Sharpies, a pair of scissors, half a braincell shared between them both, and an old burner phone playing Casey's "Battle Songs for Fucking Up Bitches" playlist. 

Putting on the newly acquired corpse paint took them another hour, Casey insisting on putting the white paint on herself first before Raph saw his face. By the end of it, his entire face, ears, neck, and forearms were covered in elaborate designs Raph took his sweet time making and touching up. Casey put on the first pair of redesigned jeans, slipping on a black long sleeved shirt before adding his Insane Clown Posse "Hatchetman" shirt on top of that. 

Her gear followed, then Raph with the bandana, and finally, the turtle lowered the skull mask over his love's face, finally readying her for the best part of the night. 

"You look beautiful, Casey Jones." 

"Thanks, Raphael Tomato." 

"Hamato." 

"Tomato, Hamato!" They let out a giggle before Casey started towards the door, taking the regular way out the building for once. It was time to go out and take down one of the worst threats to society. 

It wasn't hard for her to find a cop car just sitting around on some random street far enough away from the hideout that he wouldn't be chased back. Casey smirked to himself seeing the guy eating a donut through the side window. She pulled out his spray can, shaking it, letting the black paint attach itself to the wall, starting her latest masterpiece. That ugly bastard in his car didn't like that at ALL. 

He made the show of flashing his lights before hurriedly getting out of his car, cuffs in hand. 

"Hey kid! Drop the can and put your hands in the air! You're under arrest for vandalizing private property!" 

Casey continued to spray the paint, humming some random tune as he went. 

"Hey! Kid! Can you hear me? Kid!" 

"Oh, I heard you alright. I just don't listen to people as low in this world as you." He laughed. "I don't listen to assholes as evil as you." 

"Kid, the only one doing evil is you." He walked over to Casey and grabbed him by his freshly painted arm, causing Casey to flinch and whip around, hitting the cop dead in the face with the spray can. 

"Fuck off, grease-hands! My boyfriend just worked for two hours on that shit and I ain't lettin' a no good pig ruin all his hard work!" 

The cop stumbled back, blood falling from his nose and mouth. "Alright, ya little faggot," he pulled out the gun from his holster. "No more Mr. Nice Guy." 

Casey ducked as the shots fired, pulling out her own gun and shooting the cop in the leg. Unlike him, she never missed his targets. The cop screamed, falling to the ground as Casey pulled out his hockey stick. 

"Aw! Looks like Mr. Not So Nice Guy couldn't even beat up a fag like me! So sad!" 

The hockey stick swung down once, twice, five times, ten, until the pig was officially down on the ground. Then Casey pulled out a knife, relishing the look of horror on the cop's face as she stepped on top of him, kneeling on his chest and taking off her mask.

"I'm not even gonna lie, this is gonna fuckin hurt! Well, this is what you get for trying to arrest a lady just for makin' his art!" The cop looked mildly confused, but that was replaced by a wave of horror as the knife pressed against his skin. 

Casey gave him a false sense of security for two seconds before lifting it up and slashing his throat with one solid motion. 

"Go to hell, fag-" The cop choked out, his eyes wide as Casey watched the life slowly leave him. 

"How's it feel be killed by a fag? Cause it sounds pretty good to me!" As his head finally met the street, Casey could hear cheering from above him, seeing Raph on the rooftop and waving. 

"Look, Raphie! I did it!" He sounded like a kindergartener showing off their latest art project to their mom. 

"I know! I'm so proud of you, babe! Now hurry up with that paint, will ya?" 

Casey didn't waste another second, spreading the dead man's blood all over his gloved fingers and using it as a paint of its own. She alternated between spray can and blood, finishing up in a few minutes before going back to the cop and wiping the smeared corpse paint off his right hand. Raph smiled from above, so glad Casey remembered his rule about leaving no trace. 

Before she left, Casey went over to the car, opening it with his not bloody hand, and grabbed the half eaten donut from on top of the middle console. She climbed up the ladder to where Raph was waiting, gazing down upon her finished masterpiece. 

"It's perfect!" 

"Is that really one you're going with?" 

"Yeah, why?" 

"Alright, I just didn't know you were gonna do it." 

"But you like it?" 

“Of course I like it, Case, I love it! Let's get outta here." They spend the whole way home singing and laughing, Casey reminding himself to wash the blood off her glove so that no one could trace that lowlife's murder back to him. Oh, it really was a good night after all. 

Turtles POV 

The news was the only thing played on the TV anymore, much to Mikey's dismay, but Donnie controlled the living room now, so the TV was technically in his domain. 

The team was all piled up on the benches, sitting down to watch the 10 o'clock news like it was the newest superhero movie, popcorn, pizza, and all. 

"This is Channel 5 news, I'm Theresa Merdir. Breaking news, cop murdered on 5th and Walnut, killer leaves behind a disturbing message to all. Warning, this story contains images of gore and violence. Viewer discretion is advised." 

The group all looked at each other with worried expressions, save for Mikey who was focused solely on the TV. He gasped as the images were shown, many of the dead cop's wounds, but then they flipped to another chilling sight. Written on the cop's face in his own blood was: ‘Look up’, and the camera did exactly that, showing Casey's boldest artwork yet. April let out a gasp of her own. "Oh my god, Donnie, is that-'' 

Donnie looked equally horrified, he could only nod and whisper "It is." 

In a combination of cop's blood and spray paint was Casey's signature hockey mask next to tall, bold graffiti letters that read one single bone chilling word: "Skullshot."

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baldur's gate 3 has truly rejuvenated my love for sitting down n just letter by letter translating fantasy stuff. its so fun. did it with astarion's scars, tried to do it with raphy's contract but the mfer has thEEEEEE WORST handwriting its all scribbly n illegible. he did title it "Contract" though which i appreciate. very direct of him. anyway i also did it with some face tattoos (both the infernal ones r lettered really weird or misspelled and its very funny imo. "uh yea i want the infernal runes for death tattooed on my cheekbone" "got it boss, (tattoos DeEAtH)) and now with a plaque you can very clearly see in the withers ruin and its funny bc the one in the entrance area is just upside down. its just the alphabet used for common, but the plaque is upside down.

anyway if anyone has good screenshots of the other plaques or resources for those, i'd love to see em