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kiingbiing · 23 days ago
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I like the idea that Mikey goes to school just to hang out with draxum during his lunch break and sometimes april skips to hang w them. There should’ve been lots of scenarios between Mikey and draxum bonding imo
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gardenialver · 3 months ago
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Hide and Seek
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synopsis - an intense game of hide and seek in an abandoned factory
pairings - 2012!Leonardo Hamato, Human/Humanoid reader it's kind of unclear but close enough
content - fluff, reader is assumed to be flexible
"Leo," You whispered, trying to soften your panting. He hummed as his eyes narrowed on the small hole that provided view to what was occurring outside. "You're crushing me," You managed to wheeze out.
He hummed again before actually paying attention to you, by that point he finally realized that his plastron was pressed against your abdomen, barely giving you enough space to breathe and your cheek that was smushed against his shoulder.
"Oop sorry," And the two of you shuffled once more until you landed in another awkward position. Your legs were hooked over his right shoulder, his arms beneath your back and your cheeks pressed to each other.
The two of you eyed each other before peering through the gap. "Do you see any movement?" He whispered to you and you shook your head. Before you could mutter a proper response a yelp was head surprising the both of you, causing your position to change again.
"Come on Mikey you got caught fair and square," Casey's voice called out and a groan was heard in the distance, a sigh of relief shared amongst the two of you.
"Leo, I don't think this is working out," You noted again, blinking at the poses the two of you were doing. He nodded, you were essentially sitting on his shell, holding on to the beam above you for support.
A hand placed itself on your back, holding you up and you flinched in surprise, a small thud made you jump once again and when you landed this time your back was against Leo's plastron, the two of you in a somewhat intimate position.
You felt your cheeks warm as you realized you were sitting in his lap or somewhat laying in it, you held onto his biceps and placed your head against his shoulder to try and calm your racing heart.
"Sorry, I know it's a bit uncomfortable," He whispered to you, he was leaning over you and you could feel his breath against your ear and cheek, squeezing your eyes shut you shook your head, your hair tickling his plastron.
Nearing footsteps began to make your heart race even faster and you clutched onto Leo's arms as if you needed them to survive, backing further into his chest you covered your mouth with one hand to calm your breathing and as the footsteps became more distanced you sighed and properly relaxed against him.
Only then was it that you realized his heart was also thumping pretty quickly, "Were you also scared?" You quietly giggled and he swallowed simply nodding as a response. "Aren't you a ninja?" You whispered in a teasing tone, "Don't you do Wushu?" He tried to reply but it sounded more like a question than a comeback.
Another got you was yelled and then Mikey's yelps were heard once again as well as Raphael's grunting. That meant it was just you, Leo, and April left in the game, Donnie was found first as he ended up looking at some abandoned machinery in the factory that still worked.
As the footsteps just about disappeared to where the two of you knew where April was hiding from her scampering earlier. You properly relaxed against Leonardo and he shifted as well.
"So what should we eat tonight?" You asked smugly but for some reason he begun to flush, "Wh-what?" You rose an eyebrow, "We're probably gonna win, what should we choose to eat. What were you thinking?"
He shook his head, "N-nothing, uh udon?" "You ever had dim sum?" He rose a brow, "You're gonna love dim sum." You noted and at the sound of returning footsteps you pressed your body closer to him in an attempt to merge into a smaller figure.
"We've checked the entire floor where are they?" Michelangelo's complaints echoed and the two of you stared at each other with hands over your mouths.
"Uh, have you guys tried looking higher up?" Donnie's voice called out from another room, his foot steps also joined theirs as he got closer, presumably done finding the parts he needed.
Hearing that your eyes widened as you made eye contact and you began to take off your shoes, Leonardo watching you confused until you pushed yourself up, hooking your leg around a ceiling beam and hoisting yourself up.
You carefully walked across the beam, crouching to peer down at them as they began scouring the crevices higher up where you two once were. Scampering across you saw Leo copy you and the two of you hopped onto a window sill.
You started to put your shoes back on but unfortunately you decided today to wear your fancy height sneakers that were a pain to put back on. "Ahh why won't my heel go in," You whisper complained.
"Here let me," Leo took off the shoe and held it back with one hand, "What am I Cinderella?" You teased, but even so your cheeks began to heat up. "Th-thanks," You muttered to him, disappointed in yourself at your lack of confidence.
Just at that moment constant yelling caught you off guard but one of the voices yelling was more feminine which gave you the cue that April had been found.
"LEOOOOOOOO, [NAMEEEEEEEEE] COME OUT! UGH YOU GUYS WON" Michelangelo yelled and peeking over all 5 of them were in fact out together, April begrudgingly following behind.
"Yes!" The two of you cheered quietly. "So dim sum?" Leo asked and you nodded, he placed a kiss to your temple "You gave me your word it was good, let's go." He leapt down and after staring for a moment with your hand to your head you followed him down, your entire body feeling as if it was made of butterflies.
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afreakingdork · 4 months ago
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You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 9
RotTMNT x Reader
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I am constantly blown away by this chapter art by @yamin-yups
Rated: Teen and Up Audiences
Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You
Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff
Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?
This chapter contains reference to body dysmorphia. Remember that what you feel is completely valid, but we can sometimes see ourselves differently than we really are. Please keep yourselves safe.
Also available on Ao3
First 💛 Previous
“Maybe we take a break from going out into the packed public for once?” Mikey was upside-down, but compensated by holding his phone the opposite way. 
It put him right side up in the video chat, but the view was extra blurry. “Is that… okay?”
“I’m the one suggesting it!” Mikey stuck out his tongue, but his reflection seemed to confuse him on which way the appendage should go. “It’s been awhile. I haven’t been able to see you.”
“Yeah… well…” Though for you it would have been predictable, Mikey hadn’t felt the firsthand effects of your setbacks yet. 
Panic attacks always caused you to withdraw into yourself. 
You weren’t supposed to.
There were times when it was easy to keep going.
Others, such as now, left you homebound for as long as society allowed.
The push to normalcy now included your thoughtful friend.
“Do you know after my tremors went away, I spent months avoiding art because I was afraid of how it would look?” Mikey told you casually. 
You weren’t sure what he was talking about.
You tried to recall something about tremors, but came up short.
You wanted to ask more, but there was a more startling aspect than the content itself.
You couldn’t believe there was ever a period where Mikey avoided art as he had been nothing, but a loud proponent of all its merit.
“Why?”
“Because I knew my level and then… I didn’t. I knew I’d have to get back there. It was like riding a skateboard, but needing to take that time? For a second time. Chancing the bad result? It was like my healing was one thing and then by doing that it would show me just how much further I still needed to go. Like that dude with the cat and the box. I didn’t want to open it and find out. I couldn’t do it.”
“Isn’t the saying… something… about riding a bike?”
“We were skateboard tots!” Mikey rolled over and with it so did his camera, inverting the image.
You nodded lightly.
“I switched up crafts. Started new ones that weren’t so finger focused. Pour paints and candle work!” He made grabby hands at the lens as he fixed his phone angle.
“Something low key…” You hummed where you were sitting at the foot of your bed.
“Yeah, something quiet, calm, and… oh! Oh yeah!” There was another flip, but this one was out of excitement.
“D-don’t… bust through a wall…!”
Mikey appeared within a flurry of static. “Did you just make a Kool-Aid Man joke?”
“I make jokes!”
The wattage of his smile turned up to a blinding degree. “Well then I’ve got just the wall to bust through!”
-
“No.” Donnie glowered over his shoulder.
“Please!” Mikey bounced his plea with his head straight up to the ceiling of the garage you were currently in.
An oddity in the subway, but something you imagined had to exist based on logic, your eyes were openly roving around the tidy depot.
“Absolutely not.” Lifting out from under a hood and minding his head, Donnie craned an elbow to the engine block he was working on. “You know you’ve been banned.”
“One time!” Mikey groaned.
“No!” Donnie felt the need to rip off his leather work gloves to throw an unencumbered finger in Mikey’s face. “You were banned once after crashing eleven separate times!!”
“Eleven?!” You squeaked.
Mikey flipped back and forth between the two of you, obviously caught in who to address first. “My driving is fine!” He chose you and then flipped to Donnie. “I’ve changed!”
From the duffel that was slung around your body, you had already been clinging to the strap as it gave you something comforting to hold on to. With the new knowledge that you had almost been driven somewhere rural by someone with that kind of driving record, you now scooped up the entire sack to soothe yourself. 
“Forget that.” Donnie flicked his gaze to you. “You’d need a full crash suit to survive him.” He then folded his gloves into a pair and went to check his tool box.
You wilted further.
“We’re already packed!” Mikey rounded a new argument. “This is going to be our big, no-stress, relaxing getaway and you’re making it exactly not that!” 
“That’s unfortunate. The bus station isn’t far.” Donnie knelt down to get a wrench.
“And how’s that going to work!? We get dropped at some station and walk to the cabin!? You know it’s in the middle of nowhere!” Mikey stepped up to throw menace over his brother.
Donnie smelled it a mile away and lifted his head, pouring twice the malice. “Oh, you want to play?”
Mikey gulped and nodded his head once. “Let us borrow a car, the tank, a shell cycle, whatever! You’re being unfair!”
“Your planning is poor.” Donnie was slow to get on one knee. “You’re ill equipped.” To the other, he got a foot under him. “You’ve informed no one.” Rising to his towering height above his brother, he loomed. “You walk into my garage, where I am in the midst of my own personal and much needed zen in the form of refurbishing my newest baby and expect me to drop the keys of another into your hands knowing full well that you have destroyed more vehicles on more occasions than I can count on our joined mutant fingers and toes because you just so happened to suddenly decided that you needed to take a weekend trip with your friend of which whom you have a similar slapdash scheme going on with to go to our family’s cabin up north on a whim!?!”
Having watched Donnie not take a single breath, you backed up nearly the same distance that Mikey’s head had shrunk down into his shell.
“Y-yes?” Mikey peeped.
“No.” Donnie said the word firm and quiet, but punctuated it with a tap to Mikey’s plastron which caused the stiff turtle to fall over. “Now leave me to my work.”
Only a shell laying there, you leaned forward to look over Mikey without compromising your spot.
Donnie swung his wrench and moved over to a creeper with the intention to disappear under what looked like a turtle-themed moon buggy.
“You-” Your voice echoed in the garage and you tensed up.
Mikey’s head emerged from his shell to peek at you.
Donnie halted his motion, but didn’t turn.
“You… um… could… come with us?”
You watched Donnie’s lips wobble with disdain.
“N-Not a-as a d-driver! Y-you said…”
In a loud pop, all of Mikey’s limbs emerged. “That’s a great idea!!!”
In a smooth rotation, Donnie both turned and lifted his wrench with a threat.
Mikey crab walked several paces away.
“I’m disappointed.” Donnie sent a glare in your direction. “If your thought is even-” He caught a glimpse of his wrench. “-5/16ths as moronic as his then you are banned from the garage itself. Know that, would you still like to continue speaking?”
Gaze plummeting, your heart tried to escape and you screwed the whole of you shut to keep it inside.
Your entire body shook with the force of your nerves and you had to wait until your BPMs dropped to a manageable limit before you could manage speech. “You… said… m-much needed… so maybe… the trip would… well… be calming… for you too?”
There was a clink of metal hitting the ground.
Banned.
You were banned from the garage.
That was fine.
In theory, it wasn’t.
In theory, you were mortified.
Despite your best efforts, you had never been banned from anything.
Now you were.
A glaring dark spot on your permanent record.
Was Mikey a bad influence?
“You do say driving gets your mind off things…” Mikey said with a sudden supportive starkness.
You kept your gaze firmly rooted to the floor in shame.
“Also hold up!” In a slap of feet against concrete, Mikey righted himself. “You take a few of those things back, Don! I may have pushed the idea through, but it was not poorly planned or ill equipment or whatever you said! Y/N worked crazy hard on putting together everything in the short time frame I laid out!!”
You twitched.
“There’s maps, multiple trails marked, a calculated amount of water, with extra rations, flares… Like do you think this other bag is mine? Heck no! I’m not bringing anything! Both these bags are Y/N’s! They’re both stuffed with… stuff! Like-like!” You felt Mikey come over to you. “How you contacted the ranger’s station to tell them we’d be in the area? I’ve never even thought of that! We’ve never done that have we, Dee?”
Donnie continued his bout of silence that you didn’t dare look upon.
“What else…?” Mikey slapped his forehead. “I mean, come on! I can’t even remember it all!”
“I… got that satellite phone… you were pretty excited… about it.” You mumbled to the ground.
“With the backup batteries, Donald!” Mikey hummed a self-important sound. “The backup batteries!!”
The garage made it very clear that Donnie was walking over to you.
You bounced ever so slightly to garner the courage to meet his eye.
“Who did itinerary?” Donnie asked. 
“Me.” Mikey remarked casually.
“I assume food too?” Donnie’s voice was heavy with judgment. 
“Nope.” You could see a swoop as Mikey folded smug arms.
“That’s not quite…” You cleared your throat. “Mikey… shared his… favorite dishes that you… all make…when you… go.”
Donnie dipped into your eye line and you startled.
He’d bent at his waist and come down at a perfect angle.
You stared with warped lips.
“How long?” He narrowed his gaze.
“T-the trip?” Your gaze wobbled.
Mikey opened his mouth and Donnie threw out an arm that, by the sound, must have slapped the younger in the face.
“Yes.” Donnie kept his hand in place.
“Tonight… tomorrow… back Sunday?”
“Is that a question?” Donnie’s head tilted.
Mikey grunted, annoyed.
“No…” You got out, quiet.
“You agreed knowing full well you’d be alone with him?”
Slapped with a similar heat from the first time you’d realized that fact, you gave a tight nod.
‘We have separate rooms!’ Mikey mumbled through closed lips with surprising clarity.
“And that’s okay?” Donnie disappeared.
You chased him up to find he’d released Mikey and was waiting on him for an answer.
“It’s a no brainer.” Mikey nearly rolled his eyes. 
Donnie’s brow lowered, unsatisfied.
“Yes, it’s okay because it isn’t a thing.” Mikey huffed around his clarification.
“I suppose… I’ve been persuaded.” Donnie looked down thoughtfully and you watched him trace back to where he’d dropped his wrench.
Mikey jumped into the air with a sudden bout of energy and caught your hands to spin you.
“Y-y-yay!” You stutter, stalling on the rotation.
“Cabin, here we come, baby!” Mikey cheered. 
“I need my things!” Donnie barked. “And you.”
You jolted. “Y-yes?”
“You will send me triplicate copies of your plans.”
“S-sure…” You spastically patted yourself down for your phone.
“I refuse to engage with either of your antics.” Donnie’s own appeared in his hand. “I am no third wheel. I am coming because I will apparently have to deal with your whining otherwise and because I am not in the mood for the lecture from Nardo and Raphael when they return.”
“Have they texted yet?” Mikey peered over Donnie’s shoulder.
“No. Security detail means one must pay-” Donnie suddenly dropped and ducked through Mikey’s legs in one fluid movement. “-attention. This is why you weren’t requested.”
“And why didn’t they request you, hm?” Mikey pushed his lips into one corner of his mouth.
“Because…!” Donnie trailed off with widened eyes. “My talents lie elsewhere! Enough interruptions. I will drive and then you will leave me be! I am to have my zen! Is that understood?”
“Yeah, yeah, crystal.” Mikey finally did roll his eyes.
Donnie took a few steps away as you found your phone and held it unsure of how to send him the details.
“He’s totally going because he heard ‘yakiniku’ when you mentioned we were making my favorite foods.” Mikey walked over to you with a smirk.
You watched Donnie take an irritated pause before continuing on to get his things.  
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The ride in the tank had passed with booming music and a tour from Mikey that you only visually participated in because you were terrified to move about the cabin. The younger seemed not to notice as he explained parts with stories more than function. Donnie alternatively, had shades on that further marred his calculated expression and he said nothing as the studious driver.
Leaving the city and entering scenic woodlands, you were soon left to admire the views until you eventually deviated off the road toward the cabin. Tracking it with the little local map you had found, you busied yourself in the comfortable way that most people disliked on road trips: silence in a cozy bubble all your making.
There didn’t have to be talk, that’s what road trip mixes were for.
You only made exceptions for car games. 
You liked that they had simple rules and there were little stakes to be had. 
You only wished cars were safer modes of transport.
There was also something to be said about environmental impact and the culture of automobiles in America, but other than that, you found them nice.
Pulling up to what you imagined was a quiescent place, Mikey could not be restrained a second longer.
Out of the tank in a flurry, you watched through the windshield as his form screamed straight up the cabin’s steps. “He doesn’t do great on car rides, huh?”
“Sitting still for too long? Michael?” Donnie rose from the captain’s chair.
You gave a small smile and gathered up the few things you’d taken inside with you. Your actual bags were stored in an outer compartment and Donnie waited for you as a safety net as you made the harrowing steps down the tank ladder and to the ground. Landing with little fault, you joined him in getting the luggage until Mikey tore back over to grab some of the load. He talked loudly of dust that had accumulated and Donnie griped at him that it was obvious they’d need to clean.
You fondly watched the two bicker and set-up became the next directive. Throwing back plastic sheets that coated furniture, Donnie had a multitude of inventions to clear the space quickly. You had to run to the windows to release the dust tornadoes formed. Making it out mostly unscathed, you then helped Mikey hang bug nets. With the late Spring weather warming the air, soon everything was prepped and Mikey did a little closing dance number, capping off the preparatory part of the trip.
“Swimming hole time!” Mikey cheered and then turned knowingly on Donnie. “Then BBQ and prompt lights out so I can make a lumberjack breakfast first thing!”
“We’re grinding beans… we roasted…” You offered softly. “Uh… Coffee… beans… that is…”
“Oh yeah, I forgot we took that class.” Mikey chuckled. “You almost fell into that sack!”
You squashed a noise of distress at the memory.
Understanding the schedule, Donnie dismissed himself with a turned foot and headed to one of the cabin’s many rooms. You were left to look about the quintessential log cabin where the huge living space and connected kitchen then butted up against a row of doors. They spoke of many rooms that traced the back of the cabin and then up a staircase to a second floor. From what you could see, there were about eight rooms in all. The entire cabin then had a wraparound porch that extended into the wilderness. It was land that both belonged to nature and not, but Mikey had been cagey about revealing property lines. 
“Welp!” Mikey folded his hands on his hips. “Your boy needs to get wet before he explodes.”
You gawked at him.
“Seriously!” He was looking out over the cabin with a vacant stare that held a sort of unhinged quality. “First the car, then stuck inside? This is not an inside trip. if I am not unleashed in the next, oh I don’t know… 2 minutes, I’m going to lose it!”
“Uh…!”
“You got those trail maps?” He turned, both looking through you and not at.
“Y-yes!”
“I color coded the one to the watering hole. Orange, obviously.” Mikey approached with a waggling brow ridge. “I saw you in the car, keeping perfect pace. It was awesome.”
“Just to s-stay b-busy!”
“Uh huh! Your smile said otherwise! You’ll meet me there then! Same way!” He patted your shoulder once with a whack before bolting out the door.
You stared after him now knowing why he’d chosen to travel in his swimsuit.
Looking down at your road trip ensemble, you still felt sure of your decision to take the few hour drive comfortably.
There was a noise of a door opening and Donatello emerged, changed into a casual outfit punctuated by purple swim trunks.
You stared at him and felt a little like a caught fawn.
Donnie took you in before his gaze dulled with understanding. “He ditched you.”
“I’m… going to meet him.”
“He always does this.” Donnie responded dismissively. “You should have seen him in time out as a tot.”
“Oh?”
“One minute in time out for him was comparative to thirty for the rest of us.” Walking around a large kitchen bar, Donnie studied the rations.
You took a few steps toward him for the sake of it.
“He’s so impatient.” Donnie murmured, poking several waters aside to find a carton of juice boxes that Mikey had insisted on. He quickly tossed the set into the fridge. “He’s not even an aquatic turtle.”
You sort of wished you had done more research past looking up pictures of their species.
“You’re losing daylight.” He emerged from the fridge. “Or are you not swimming?”
“I-I am…!” You squeezed a fist to your chest. “Are… you coming too?”
Donnie blinked slowly at you. “No, why?”
“Oh…” You shouldn’t have assumed. He’d already told you otherwise. “Sorry… your bottoms… I thought…”
“Board shorts.” He punctuated the words with an odd accent.
You gave an unsure nod.
“I’m glad their sign was translated.” He glanced down at himself.
“Sorry…” You murmured when he made no further movement and quickly left to avoid any awkwardness.
You weren’t sure what you expected.
It’s not like you wanted to exclude Donnie.
You knew that pain too well.
You also didn’t want to make him feel unwelcomed.
You were painfully aware of that too.
He hadn’t wanted to be a third wheel and you had made it a silent mission to keep that from happening.
Something else you’d experienced in the past, you’d been the unwilling chaperone on more than one occasion just to satisfy parent’s minds. The good one, in their minds, you had always been ditched and the feeling wasn’t one you cared for. Shoving past the bygone era, you were seen now and you tried to relish that.
The sun’s attention was a fickle thing, but you were getting more use to losing Mikey’s. Something you thought should scare you, instead you felt your friendship with Mikey was stronger than ever. You no longer feared losing him in the same intangible way and you weren’t sure if you should crop that up to Mikey’s feelings about you. Instead it felt as though you’d reached a better status quo where Mikey’s running off felt more like the sun moving on its predetermined rotation. It would eventually round back to you and in that way you expected Mikey’s claustrophobia even if you hadn’t known about it.
You picked a room at random and rummaged through the duffel that you placed on your bed. There was a woodsy smell that teetered on musty in a way that spoke of it being well lived in even if its occupants only came every so often. You had your own little stand up mirror, nightstand, dresser, and a closet though you doubted you’d use anything past the first. Pulling out a single slick piece of black fabric, you double checked the door was closed before changing.
The perfect swimsuit was one you hadn’t imagined you’d find. Not one for flashy things, you only wanted a muted cover that also happened to cover you. Water did unimaginable things to fabrics and you hated the way it clinged. You wanted something you could disappear in, that brought no unnecessary attention, and could be forgotten on your end. Finding it in a matter of minutes into shopping as opposed to the years it took when you were younger, the item had even been on sale.
Stepping into it and pulling it up, you shimmied into the fabric and turned for that same show stopping image you’d seen in the changing room.
What stared back was an image of allure.
No.
That was wrong.
That’s not what it had looked like.
It had covered you.
It hadn’t accentuated anything.
It was simple.
You squirmed, changing angles in hopes that it would get better, but each only revealed more.
What had changed?
You’d purchased it this week.
Were you hallucinating?
Was there something in the wooden walls?
Had the tank crashed and this was you playing out some morbid purgatory?
You pinched yourself.
A sting bit your forearm and you threw your gaze back at the mirror for the unwilling shapes it concocted.
This wasn’t right.
You wanted to swim.
There was no way you could.
Miserably turning away from your image, you rooted through your bag for a cover up. Finding one in some oversized t-shirt you’d brought for comfort, you held it and hated that this wasn’t the way you imagined it would be employed. You figured it’d be a back-up pajama top and not something to hide your shame away in. Clinging to the fabric, you hastily pulled it over your head with an imaginary clock ticking away because Mikey was waiting.
You were ruining everything.
Stumbling out into the living room, you found yourself alone.
Momentarily thrown, but shaking off how Donnie wasn’t a priority right now and the guilt that came with that, you went for your pile of maps. Finding the trail one with the orange lines, you gathered some shoes and careened down the porch.
Buzzing insects mocked your sloppy descent as you rotated the map to be on your course. Following it more than your way, you took the necessary inlet and folded its winds to a drawn T. Bushes and trees concealed you, but the splashing of what was beyond reached your ears faster than you’d hoped. A journey not long to its destination, you slowed as you came to the final bend. You could hear Mikey blabbing presumably to himself as he hooted before resounding sloushes followed. In your mind he jumped off some kind of ledge, you took a deep breath before making the final steps leading to the watering hole.
Somewhere quaint if you had the perspective for such a thing, a tree towered comfortably overtop a sizable pool. One mucked up from algae as the little stream feeding into it didn’t stir the water near enough, you watched roiling green as Mikey emerged with a flip of his wet hair.
“Y/N!” Mikey shouted happiness. “You made it! Come on in! The water’s fine!!” He swam backwards as if giving you room.
The guilt was staggering.
No, Mikey.
I won’t be swimming today.
My body looks like shit and I can’t stand it.
I’ll watch you though.
Have all the fun.
You deserve it.
Signing off your name, you slunk forward only to clip a sight of mixed purples.
Donnie craned his neck back to view you from beneath a large sun hat he’d put on. Sitting on a few rocks that made up the closest edge to you, his lids lowered in a way that said he was reading you like a book.
Hating how he did that, you squeezed the bulky hem of your shirt and walked up. “Uh… M-Mikey…?”
“A-yup!” He stopped splashing to hear you better.
“The… um… car ride… sort of took… more out of me than… I thought? Would it be alright if-!”
“You don’t have to swim.”
You blinked wide and over to him.
“If you don’t want to, don’t!” Mikey continued on. “Let’s compare: are you upset I’m swimming when you don’t want to?”
“O-of c-course not!”
“Then why should I care in the reverse?” He fell back and floated, eyes closed, on his shell.
That was right in a way.
Sweet in another.
You wished you’d put together the same reaction.
Inching closer, it felt like pouring water into an overtaxed bucket.
Another guilty drop in your damnation.
You’d seen your friend in a bad light.
Shirking all the more, you toed off your shoes and let your feet lay flat on one of the worn rocks. It put you near Donnie who’d become the moon on a sunny day’s backdrop. He shined upon the same stone and illuminated its age. The rocks were older and wiser than you’d ever be. They never worried about getting wet. They only knew how to exist, something you wished came as easily to you. Sitting down because you needed more of you to drink from the stone’s wisdom, you kept a lowered head to the water’s edge. It sloshed in a beckoning way and you imagined it too would feel good in a different way. 
You really had wanted to swim.
Imaging your tears would do little to fill up the pool while also overflowing it, you heard a tepid sigh beside you.
Eyes wide and shooting up across the pond, you then turned to where you’d sat down next to Donnie.
Someone who you mistakenly forgot about during your pity party.
How was that for a third wheel?
“It’s always something with you.” He spoke softly.
“Sure is.” You gave an awkward laugh.
“That’s…” He made a little concerned noise. “… I didn’t mean it in a cruel way.”
“You didn’t have to. It is.” You threw your legs off the rock and threatened to drown your toes in the water. “It’s a cruel fate. I’m…” You remembered yourself. “Sorry. Nothing. What are you doing here?”
“My species is aquatic.”
You snuck a glance. “You’re pretty dry then.”
“You are too.”
You frowned deeply and watched Mikey pick up a sun drunk grin as he spread his limbs out to float on. “I don’t know why I feel like this. Everything was fine before…”
“With what?”
“This…” You threw a hand over yourself. “Stupid ugly swimsuit.”
You could feel Donnie’s gaze linger.
“Just trust me.” You folded your legs against yourself.
 “I’m not sure I do.”
You squinted at the glistening water before looking at him.
“I barely know you.” He responded simply, waiting there.
“Oh.”
“Disappointed?”
“In what?” Your ugly side was leaking far beyond the reach of what your shirt could cover. “I didn’t think you trusted me. You may have been wrong about me being bad, but that wouldn’t make you less suspicious. So it’s not that. What’s left? The swimsuit sucks. It’s not like you wanna drool over it. I don’t want anyone too. I wanted to swim.”
Hearing your wish aloud, you pressed hard on your chest with your legs.
You could flatten out your entire form if only you were malleable.
“The water is opaque. I can alert Mikey and we’ll turn away so you can get in.”
You felt too far gone for solutions.
You weren’t worth the trouble.
Burying your chin into your knees, you stewed.
“You know how many times the others have made fun of my board shorts?”
You told yourself you didn’t care.
If that was the case then Donnie didn’t either. “Hundreds, though it might be my attitude when wearing them. I like the excuse. To have my day off and not worry about pleasantries. To not have to tailor myself to others. I can tell them to shove it. It’s my day off and how I look isn’t anyone’s damn business.”
Sounded like an odd hill to die on.
“Everyone should have those days.” Donnie craned his arms behind him and leaned back to soak up the rays he was in.
The tree overhead was clipping your light.
Donnie was free. 
Mikey was free. 
Head lifting a little, you pondered your friend.
He’d needed to get out and he did.
Now he was a vision, glowing amongst the pool.
In contrast there was you, wadded up and tossed away without even giving yourself the chance.
Another terrible reminder that this was the point.
This was what you were trying to avoid.
This was what you were trying to learn from.
Mikey didn’t even have to do anything to be himself.
He just was.
Instead of his usual bustle of light, he shined by matter of existence.
That was why you chased him. 
You wanted that. 
Staring at him until sun spots mucked up your vision, you turned the mass to Donnie.
Beside you in the same pose, he was more calculated.
He had to put on his wares.
His was an unseen struggle you hadn’t considered.
No one gleamed quite like Mikey.
That didn’t mean they didn’t shine in their own right.
Donnie’s darkened scales only threw prisms in a different way.
The cool moon’s glow.
Letting your legs fall, this time your feet drew to the allure of the water.
Just out of reach, you stared hard, making sure the pair would keep their eyes closed.
The both of them were still as if asleep, but you waited past whatever insect was chirping before you slowly tugged your hem out from under you. Emerging without more than the sound of rustling fabric, you rolled your shirt up around your waist. The next move was one harder to conceal, you threw a desperate glance at your friend.
Water rocked the resting Mikey like a babe and you wanted to feel that too.
You wanted to be nestled by the sun’s glow.
You wanted to feel weightless and have those burdens removed.
You yanked the shirt over your head and dropped it to your side.
Donnie stirred at the sound, but didn’t open his eyes.
“It’s… It’s okay… I’m not… okay… but I think I… I don’t want to care…”
He cracked a lid and stared skyward.
“It looked so different in the store.”
“How so?” He asked a whispy cloud.
“It looked… I don’t know… covering? Like it didn’t… show any bits. Like it… hid them away.”
He blinked slow and comfortable. “I’m a designer, you know.”
“What?”
“Genius Built Apparel. Where fashion meets function.”
You stared on.
Of course he was. 
He also built a tank and a legion of dusting robots. 
If this were any other family you’d think he was pulling your leg. 
You’d seen more than enough to believe. 
Most of your stare came from the cocky name. 
Though even that made sense. 
Donnie was a carefully constructed sphere. 
Who were you to take away his gloating? 
He tilted his head just enough to glimpse your face. “I’m serious. I’ve dissuaded Mikey from many a faux pas.”
You shook your head.
“May I?”
“What?” You switched to eyeing him.
“I can take a clinical eye. Examine stitching. Find your err.”
You bounced one of your legs.
You did want to know where it had all gone wrong.
You could theoretically fix it then.
Wash this all away in the water you so desperately wanted to get in.
“You won’t make it weird?”
“I don’t drool on the metaphorical clock; you were right about that, but I understand your concern. I have accosted you before.”
“Different kind of weird. That was mean weird. You were a jerk weird.”
Donnie chuffed and it rolled down his plastron.
You watched it fall into his lap before forcing your gaze back to his face in a rush. “Promise… Promise I can pull your hat down if you… do anything.”
“I won’t so a simple enough agreement. Sure.”
“Go… ahead…” You folded your arms to your sides, obviously nervous as you listened to his clothes move.
In a twist, he was examining you and he gave a faint hum.
Not wanting to see exactly how he saw you and growing miserable, you stared into the water.
You could throw yourself in and be done with it.
“Here.” He spoke.
You moved to the sound on instinct and found him pointing to your hip.
His eye was indeed one you imagined a tired scientist gave the samples he was cursed to study.
You immediately relaxed. “What?”
“This ruching here is meant to cover cellulite when the fabric gets wet. When dry it acts a similar concealment, but the way the strips are sewn are for the first purpose.”
“Oh…” You tilted your head to look.
“Thing is, it’s also leading lines.” He didn’t get any closer, but he mimed tracing the seams of the fabric that curled around your hip and beneath where you were sitting. “It’s meant to direct the gaze to certain assets.”
 You blew out an annoyed breath.
“Dressing room mirrors, where I imagine you first saw this, aren’t slapped on walls without thought. They're engineered with angles and lightning to make clothes look as flattering as possible.” He brought his eye to yours. “Where did you see yourself today?”
“There’s a… mirror in my room.”
Donnie’s lip twitched with distaste. “That floor length one?”
You nodded.
“Dad uses that one to feel tall.” He sneered openly. “It tilts up from below, the worst possible perspective.”
You blinked a few rapid times.
“It took the ruching and blew it up.”
“So it’s not… that bad?”
“It’s anything, it's tasteful!” He spoke with an irritation that said that should have been obvious. “It fits your body well. Does it have a certain allure? Yes, I’ve already spoken of assets, but it is not a piece that invites unnecessary solicitation.” 
“Assets, assets. What are you, an ass man?” You retorted automatically. 
“There is nothing quite like sinking your teeth into that soft, inviting flesh.” He took your response and held it between his teeth.
In a blink, you saw an imaginary Donatello around your hips pointing to the fabric and on contact with the thought your face exploded.
“I say generally speaking, of course.” He clicked his tongue as if scolding you and turned away toward the water.
Hot.
You were too hot.
Run.
Throwing yourself forward, you submerged as indelicately as possible into the water.
Sinking like a stone into the silence, your burning flesh was quickly soothed by a cold lap.
A sweet embrace, you kicked to the surface and emerged with a pathetic gasp.
Never graceful, you shook yourself free of clingy drops and spun back around to view the rocks.
Donnie was staring up at the sky again and you sort of hated him for it.
Swim.
You’d swim with Mikey.
Spinning around, the other turtle was not only longer floating, but you couldn’t locate him at all. Quickly worrying that you had toppled him in your dive, you swam forward. “Mikey?”
Quieting to listen, you didn’t hear anything past the faint roiling of the water against its container.
Thinking he must have dove, you looked down to find Donnie’s earlier comment to be a correct one. With the water murky to a fault and a new fear cropped up. You had no idea what was in the water and you immediately darted for the closest shore. Something several long feet from Donnie, it was a sort of marshy landing that rocks from below steeping up to meet. They were covered in a slime that clung to your feet and had you pausing until you heard an off-toned lap behind you.
You whirled around with wide eyes and found a sea monster waiting for you.
Something matted with algae, it groaned pathetically and you sucked in enough air until the balloon was full enough to scream.
“What!? Who?! Where?!” The creature splashed with Mikey’s voice.
He’d been captured by another mutant.
You turned to get out of the water with some intention of getting to the tank.
It had to have missiles or something.
Anything to help.
You’d take a bowling ball launcher at this point.
Catching grip with one foot, you hoisted up the other. The many rocks acted like a disjointed ladder and your entire torso emerged from the water before one of your feet slid. The moment it happened felt like you were falling out of time. In slow motion, you knew your face was one of surprise. You painted an open expression where the imminent terror that you were falling couldn’t catch up as neurons to save yourself from the action. 
Your mind knew, but your face didn’t know that you were going to crack your head open on the rocks you just slipped on.
“Y/N!”
“Y/N!”
Two voices.
Too far.
Something skewered your side as the first injury of many.
Hoping only to black out on that first step, you willed your possessions to your friends.
You didn’t bother hoping they would remember you. 
You only hoped that they could make some use out of your worldly imprint.
No matter how small it was. 
Water rushed to greet you and shoved you away. 
That wasn’t right. 
That was the wrong direction.
Water swayed like waves. 
The equal and opposite reaction wouldn’t come until you fell in. 
Why had it preemptively come for you?
Your arms dangled heavily from gravity and you forced your eyes from wherever they had gone.
The monster was right in front of you. 
Its face was one of Michelangelo.
Green sludge caught in his blackened locks and his worried expression peered out from between a small part. 
He had you by the waist and was holding you up in the air. “Are you okay!?”
You were a loose toy strung up.
Flopping down, lifeless, you were a doll that couldn’t close its eyes until it was laid down.
A second deafening splash came as you hung there.
Mikey’s lips were moving awfully fast.
“Did they hit their head?!” Donnie’s voice broke through.
“No! Above water the whole time! Donnie! They aren’t saying anything, I don’t-”
“Shock?” Donnie wondered, but he never came into frame.
Where was he?
Mikey jostled you as one might bounce a colicky baby.
It was pulling a string on your back and you hacked on contact. 
You wheezed, forcing air in where terror had torn it from you. 
You fought. 
Not Mikey exactly, but the situation. 
It strung your arms back. 
It shoved your torso forward. 
It threw your head skyward. 
You gasped, alive. 
You saw blue.
It was the sky.
You hadn’t died.
Mikey had saved you.
Finally.
You came down from your arching to translate your joy. 
Mikey’s face slid into your vision and he was the picture of a boiled red tomato dotted with summertime spots.
He was looking at you. 
He had ogled you. 
He was embarrassed. 
Your blood pressure plummeted twice as fast as it had when you thought you were about to die.
This was worse.
This time you heard yourself scream as you lashed out.
Water flew up as if to welcome you, to bring you where you were meant to be. 
Drowned. 
Returned you to that place where you weren’t an object to be viewed.
You were a person floating free.
Liquid carried life.
It supported it.
It didn’t have it.
Vertigo struck you as you moved within a blink. 
In a disorientated spiral, your lids fell heavy as your inner ear tried to correct the imbalance. 
There were no longer hands around your waist. 
Something clicked like an engine uselessly turning over. 
Weary, you realized you were standing in a safe spot in the water. 
You drew up the dreary blinds of your curtain and found a muscled arm thrown out protectively in front of you. 
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!!” Mikey cried, loud and desperate.
“What the hell was that then!?” Donnie’s voice rang close.
That firm limb tucked you further behind someone. 
You were being shielded.
A squabble happened in front of you, but you only looked down at the jade appendage acting as your guard rail.
You touched the arm and it felt familiar.
“Don-nie?” Your voice came out synthetic.
His was the body you were behind and his face appeared in a whip of his head. “Are you alright? Can you swim? I’ll move.”
“I’m not…?” You weren’t swimming.
You weren’t doing anything.
You were standing in the water. 
“What…?”
You looked past Donnie and glimpsed Mikey with a faint blush still stuck to his cheeks.
“Y-you…!” It felt accusatory on your lips.
“I’m sorry!!!” Mikey screeched.
“Turn around, dummy!” Donnie growled hot and was in motion.
You were soon ushered into a spin with an indelicate hand to your back and all but rushed over to the rock you had jumped off of.
You heard a splash of what you assumed was Mikey growing distant behind you. 
You hoped that would cool him off. 
“You ready?” Donnie’s voice appeared like it was newly there. 
“For what?” You were already used.
What was left?
Was it time to take out the recycling?
“I’m going to lift you up. Your shirt is right there.” Donnie instructed. 
“My shirt…” You were forlorn.
It was your back-up comfort item.
“Ready?” Donnie asked again.
The water rocked you and you barely bumped his firm plastron. 
You nodded dumbly.
Your hips were taken in what you read as a clinical way. 
You were barely bounced once, then twice, in a way that ballet dancers got momentum to lift their partners. 
Sure enough, you were lifted cleanly out of the water.
Only this time you felt well handled.
You weren’t swung around like a toddler holding up their favorite doll.
A child who cared for his toys put you on a shelf.
When your knees touched down, you drank in the life of the rock and scrambled for your shirt.
All the things that had just occurred crashed into you.
Shoving your head through the hole, you yanked the shirt down your body as you were already in motion. Forest floor digging into your bare feet, you didn’t need the map to retrace your steps. You followed the single, winding, prickly path and emerged out by the cabin only to fly inside it. A sanctuary amongst the unrelenting woods, you left a rotting drip trail as you entered your room. Your door clattered from where you had thrown it open and you ripped your duffel bag to shreds to get to its confines.
Pulling on layer after layer, you could see Mikey’s blush with each piece of clothing.
He’d looked at you.
You shoved your feet into a third pair of socks.
His gaze was amorous.
Into a thermal that was very much against the season, you ran out of clothes and stormed the dresser.
Sexual.
There were oversized men’s clothes that struck you as maybe being Raph’s and you thanked their huge size.
You put shirt after shirt on.
Mikey had said, point blank, that he wanted to see how far his feelings went.
Why were you so stupid?
You screamed.
Raw and uncut.
Tearing at your larynx, you ripped a few too many layers off as they impeded your melt down.
You needed space to breathe.
You needed to be swallowed whole.
Stumbling out to that accursed mirror, the shape you found there was a frumpy one.
Smiling a teary look at it, you watched it warp your face into one of dismay and you cried.
Where had you last felt okay?
It wasn’t here.
Moving around the room you searched for it.
That intangible something that would help.
Knocking everything over, you finally got a hold of a much too large pillow and hugged it to your body.
It was large and not at all as firm as you wanted.
You needed a hard wall.
You needed that unrelenting nature.
You weren’t something to be judged with heat.
You needed a cold light the sun couldn’t supply.
The wall knocked.
You spun around with your pillow defense to find the back of a head waiting there.
“I come as an emissary.” Donnie spoke slow and methodical.
“You can-!” It wasn’t Mikey.
Your pillow fell slack into one hand.
It wasn’t Mikey.
You let it drop with a thump to the floor.
It wasn’t Mikey.
“…come in.”
You took a wobbly step to spread out your clothed legs in hopes of keeping yourself upright.
Donnie didn’t move.
“You can… come in…” You repeated, not sure if you had gotten the first phrase out.
“No.”
“No…?” You took another step and saw how Donnie was clearly beyond the boundary of your open door.
With his back to you. 
Not impeding on you in any way. 
“This is your space.” He spoke it like a finality. 
You stared at the knot of his mask tails and tried to place what you felt.
“Being out here with us…” Donnie let the sentence hang before he lowered his gaze to the floor. “I want to… respect that much.”
“Why’d you say it like that?”
“I prefer the term ‘sanctum,’ but I couldn’t fit it in.”
“A sacred place…?”
The back of his head nodded. “My lab is supposed to be one.”
Sanctums weren’t places to be invaded.
If they were then they were violated.  
He understood.
Is that what you felt?
Camaraderie?
Even his mania in the beginning had been one you made sense of.
Was that why you hadn’t complained?
No, you were rewriting history from your current perspective.
It was also the only one you knew.
It was one where you envied one man. 
It was where you once feared another. 
Now their roles were reversed. 
You never had to explain your misery to Donnie.
You didn’t have to make him understand.
He was the moon.
You rushed towards him.
Donnie heard the footsteps and made it about half a turn before you reached him. “As… I was saying, I talked to Michael and come in his stead to-”
You collided with that unrelenting wall of plastron. Finding an odd hinge between the front of his shell and the back, you did your best to tuck into that space and weaseled under his arm. You felt it rise above you, out of your way and a rotation brought you more towards his front. There you felt him stop to take your over-clothed form in.
“I’m sorry!” You choked on tears, rooting the sound as deep against Donnie’s wet clothes as possible.
He let your misery hang for exactly one second. 
Then he surrounded you in a soft moon glow.
He pulled you toward his chest and you burrowed closer to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I completely overreacted. It was just too much… Too much attention… the way he looked. He said… I thought he wouldn’t… I didn’t want…!”
A hand pet through the layers of your back.
Even and careful.
No further connotation other than to soothe.
Squirming to get your arms out from where you were crushing them, you wiggled them free to embrace him.
You squeezed a sigh right out of him.
“I know.” He spoke into your damp head. “I know…”
You nodded and basked in the tide. Pulled by the moon’s orbit, the waves rolled in and out with a sway. A gentle rocking, you were cast a comfortable drift by it. This was the one you had longed for from the swimming hole. Here, you floated amongst sturdy shores. Held safe, the guiding white light poured around you. One that pushed back against the darkness, it shone on you. Lucky to be in its reach, it wasn’t the type you soaked up. It instead washed over you in a cleanse. Feeling lighter and a little stifled, you extracted yourself from moisture to moisture.
Everything around you from your leaking face to the clingy pond water was soaked and you frowned down Donnie’s body. Standing in a little pool mostly created by him, you wanted to stick your tongue out at it, but you feared the bacteria clearly clinging to your skin.
“The cabin is yours tonight.”
Before you could register the words, you felt him strengthen his resolve with a puff of his chest.
“I don’t want to hear complaints otherwise.”
You wanted to pout.
“I checked the systems when we were doing our preliminary cleaning. The water will be hot. Shower, bathe, do whatever you’d like. We’ll be staying outside.”
You gave a faint nod to the wet floor.
“We’ll grill and I’ll make you a plate. Preference?”
You shook your head. “I don’t… feel like eating…”
“Bland it is.”
Now you were pouting.
“Y/N.”
“Yeah?” Your head felt heavy.
“I still have a message from Mikey to deliver.”
“I really don’t want to hear it.” Irritation brought you to look at him.
Donnie took you in with a sort of smile. “You’ll want to.”
You dropped your features in a way that said you didn’t believe him.
“He said he’s not ready to talk as he’s having his own crisis, but he’ll let you know when he’s ready to apologize.” Donnie tilted his head, almost amused.
You blinked straight out of your bitterness to stare openly.
Donnie gave a single knowing nod.
“Enjoy your shower.” With one last sweep over you as if to check you were all still there, Donnie turned and headed for the door.
Watching him go, you saw the faint amber hue of sunset.
“It’ll all work out.” Donnie tossed just as he grabbed the knob to exit.
You turned and stormed straight to the bathroom. Drowning in clothes and scum, you locked the door tight and turned the shower knobs to their highest setting. Leaving the water to warm, you started removing your outermost shirt. As soon as it hit the ground you felt possessed. You tore off your clothes with each subsequent layer removed at a faster and faster pace. You needed to be freed. You needed that ridiculous protection off of you as soon as possible. All of it soiled, you stripped down bare and left your feet for last.
The moment they were naked and pressed to tile, you leapt into the old style tub. Instantly boiled by the too hot water, you let it scorch you with clenched teeth at first until the burn seared and you adjusted the dial for something reasonable. Still a lobster in a pot, you scrubbed your skin until you thought it might flake and then doused it in suds until you couldn’t see its color. A sea of white foam, the second scrounge came through, washing the detritus away.
Pickled in the process, you emerged and greedily took up every towel in the room. It meant toeing around the disgusting mound of clothes you’d left, but Donnie had said the cabin was yours. Until tomorrow when you’d clean the place up, you instead mourned how you hadn’t even brought your toothbrush in with you. Scowling at a fog coated mirror, you cracked the door and watched the steam leak out.
Chasing it with your ear, you didn’t hear anything, but there was a distinct lemon scent.
You followed the smell into the hall where you quickly placed it was cleaner. The floor had a sheen to it that spoke of a recent mopping. The clean line ending abruptly at your door said exactly who the culprit was. Donatello had snuck back in to clean and you were thankful for it. He’d left your sanctuary untouched and instead set a stool just outside the door. 
On it was a stack of comfortable looking clothes and a note.
‘Keep your room or upgrade. I recommend the one upstairs, second bedroom on the right.’
You folded the note along its lines and placed it back on the offered clothes. You then gathered the lot and took it with you along with a brave face as you entered your room. You barely looked up as you salvaged what you could from your duffel. Carrying the mostly limp sack, you then moved to follow your recommendation. It led you through the darkened cabin and up the winding wooden stairs where the door in question was closed. Knocking on it out of politeness, you found it empty and slipped inside. It was decorated similarly, but clearly different. Comfortable in its own sense, you went about your nightly routine as best you could and thanked the space for not having a mirror. Growing more weary by the second, you thought vaguely of meat as you instead pulled back the covers.
Sinking in and imagining charcoal lighting the men’s faces, you settled down into the welcoming embrace of bed.
You eventually got up and padded across a tiled floor.
Pulling out a single slick piece of black fabric, you double checked the door was closed before changing.
The perfect swimsuit was one you hadn’t imagined you’d find.
What luck, you thought, as you slipped it on.
Stepping into it, you shimmied into the fabric and turned for that show stopping image in the changing room.
It was perfect.
It covered you in all the right ways.
Finally, the piece you’d been looking for.
Smiling and striking pose after pose, you saw a hand wave above the curtain.
“Come in!” You called to it. 
Sanctum’s were only to be entered with permission. 
“Silly.” You looked over your pleasing image once more. “Is it still a violation if I request it?”
“I guess not.” Instead of drawing the curtain back, Donnie slipped through it.
Tucking himself a strong wall behind you, he looked into the mirror at you.
What looked back held no heat, only appreciation.
“Do you like it?” He checked with you without passing judgment himself.
“I do…” You smiled.
He gave one of his own, though subdued, and flicked his gaze down. “Look here.”
You lowered your gaze to find him kneeling behind you. With his head popped out around your hips, he was looking up at you in a way you liked quite a bit.
You felt powerful.
You were a light bright enough for him to want to project.
“This ruching here has leading lines.” He didn’t touch you, but his hands ghosted over you along the fabric’s pattern.
Your lips parted and your chest filled with heat.
A celestial body was meant to look on.
You were safe. 
“May I?” He asked you once again. 
You were glad and responded with a breathless, “Please.”
His mouth opened a dark orbital maw, a new moon, which then glinted into a teeth-filled waxing crescent headed in its trek to sink into your soft flesh.
You jolted the moment the teeth supposedly hit their mark. 
You stared into the dark abyss and saw drifting images of sharpened grins. 
You were dizzy.
A sheen of sweat to you, you tossed back a cover. 
The black hovel above you took shape as logs in the cabin ceiling. 
They lined up like thick thighs appearing from where board shorts had hiked up. 
Begging for a taste.
Awareness struck with a sharp inhale.
Fully awake and doused with dread from your dream, you voiced your despair with a whisper.
“Oh no…”
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I swear I handed this to my betas over a year ago... @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83
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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES MUTANT MAYHEM COME LOOK
(note does this count as spoliers to the movie??? maybe but just in case SPOILERS!!!)
(didnt you hear me SPOILERS GUYS!!!)
your still here? good then you know!
OH MY GOD EVERYONE LOOK AT ME I JUST WATCHED MUTANT MAYHEM YK THE MOVIE AND WOW I LIKED IT I WOULD HAVE TO SAY...MIKEY OR DONNIE IS MY FAVORITE AND AHHH I LOVED THE ART I WAS SCREAMING WHEN MIKEY SAID COWABUNGA
Anyway, on further notice, the April x Leo...we will see how I feel about it. I felt a little stingy after seeing 2012 Donnie and April; it practically was the same scene. but nevertheless, I will be willing to give this a shot! My guy leo deserves love and he is a teenager! So of course he would fall for someone. Of course.
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But CMON LOOK ITS PRACTICALLY THE SAME SCENE
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TELL ME YOU SEE IT IM NOT CRAZY I PROMISE IM NOT
i cannot STRESS IT ENOUGH THEY ALMOST SAY THE SAME THING but that will be another post where i show the similarites in the scenes. Now Im not here to say things that are mean to enjoyers of apriltello! You guys like your things, and I like mine! 
Anyways, all in all, I really like it, and I also like the concept of a new-found family. It looks like Splinter actually gets to have a love life that will seemingly (from the looks of it) last.
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unlike well these two
Also how, when the post credits play, we see the SHREDDER and that HE will be involved in maybe a new movie! But most likely, the cartoon SHOWS THAT THEY ANNOUNCED. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? AHHH, I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED!
Ahem. Moving on, at first I was kind of shocked at how squeaky (no offense) Donnies voice was, but it kinda grew on me after the end of the movie. i mean cmon, JUST LOOK AT HIM.
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Of course his voice grew on me. Anyways I really liked the art style. First of all, it was so creative, especially how colorful it was! I mean, did you see Superfly at the arcade when he was with turtles? LOOK AT THAT EXPLOSION OF COLORS 
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Also the SONGS???? ABSOLUTELY ALL FUCKING BANGERS I KNEW ALL OF THEM (the ones with lyrics yk) I NEED MORE CONTENT OMFGGG AHHH AND ALSO they ACT like teenagers (no hate to Rise they did it great as well or any other version of tmnt its just it kinda felt a little more for adluts at times or mature but thats just me dont attack me ) BUT LIKE THEY EMBRACED WHAT GEN Z IS AND ALSO THEY ACT LIKE JUST SOME FUCKING GUYS IN NEW YORK (I only confirmed that information with my cousin who lives in New York I'm taking her word for but of course take everything i say with a grain of salt.)
Personally, I'm still down with my girl APRIL ONEIL! I liked their April! I personally still LOVE Rise April more then mutant mayhems but thats juust me being biased of course! But I love how they continued with the "April is like their sister" thing and am glad they made Splinter more of a father-like rise which I EAT UP they did great!
Also while I watched the beginning I noticed how early they brought Baxter stockman up. I was confused at first but later understood but that my dear readers begs the question
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Is he still alive?
Well, the movie kind of makes it look like he IS dead, but in the scene where they had him, they just took him in with them, so does that mean he is still alive? Will he come back to his mutant family?? How will he react to Superfly, his first kid, being presumably dead?
questions and more questions or should I say curiouser and curiouser? (I'm sorry.) 
Also, did any of you notice while they played the credits that THEY DREW MASTER SPLINTER FROM THE ROTTMNT?? I can't get the image now, but as soon as I do, I WILL SHOW YOU GUYS 
I also love the references to the old turtles in the credits and, I think, some of the movie scenes. 
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loved that ( a nice call back)
And they also gave back Raph's sai's! Maybe they didn't want to upset the ahem uptight fans that are afraid of change, to completely tear down their movie (yes, I'm targeting you). (I saw what you did to rise. It was just a new weapon IT WASNT THAT FUCKING SERIOUS) But of course, if that was just their preference and choice, then that's cool too! 
Anyway, that's enough from me. This post is going to get way too long if I keep going, i might overload your brains haha!
so I will save you all the trouble and shorten this up and conclude my rant/friendly check in with all of you
Final thoughts:
All in all, it was a fantastic film that I enjoyed watching. It was SO worth the year I had to wait for. (Don't ask me to elaborate, please.) Should you watch it if you want to get introduced to TMNT? YES! Should you watch it if you are already a fan of TMNT, who is a nice person who isn't afraid of change??? Yes, you should!
I promise, you will love it! or at least, like it somewhat, no pressure! 
Good day and good night my fellow readers who took the time out of their day to read someones thoughts.
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thewitchwannabe · 1 year ago
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Sneaking in (ninja style!)
The plan was simple enough, sneak in, get any information they could find on whatever the purple dragons were building, get out. Master Splinter even accepted their little endeavor. And so Leona stood on the top of the rooftop with her siblings and their two human allies. The plan was simple; the four turtles would sneak into the mechanical shop that worked at one the dragon’s hideouts, to find anything as to what they are doing with the tech. Casey will provide the getaway distraction, while April oversees the whole thing through the security cameras around. Donny set April up with their laptop and a headset with a microphone, “you have 6 cameras to watch over, you can double click on any of them to freeze the video for a few seconds, but if everything goes right you won't even see us”. 
April nodded with a confident smile, Casey crouched next to his childhood friend to look at the screen. His mind seemed to get a thought as his lips pulled into a tight line trying not to say. “Jones, don't you dare” April warned, but it was completely ignored. “Oh my gawd it's just like fnaf!”, the vigilante said. The two humans burst out laughing, quickly joined by Mikey who also thought the joke was hilarious. Donny, Raph and Leona stood watching the scene, with mostly amused smiles. Leo walked closer, placing her hand on Mikey’s shell, “according to the research Donny made, the opening should be happening in a few minutes so we gotta get moving”, she said “Casey you stay with April until we give the signal, alright?”
“You got it, blue” The human boy said with a sly smile. Leo felt her cheeks warm up at the nickname, but quickly went back into leader mode, instructing her siblings to follow her. The four ninjas jumped from the window with practiced ease.
The back door of the mechanical shop opened revealing a rookie member carrying two trash bags. From the shadows of the alleyway, four pairs of white eyes watched the unaware guy as he opened the trash bin. A fast shuriken shot from the shadows, creating cuts in both bags, making all the contents spill onto the floor. Making use of the distracted guy and the unlocked door, the four turtles slipped inside the building. 
The building had two stories, one used for the actual mechanic stuff, having different cars and car pieces around the first floor. While the other was offices and storage rooms. Or at least that's what they appeared to be. In reality it was more like the purple dragon's little club house. Leo spotted about twelve guys scattered across the floor, with only three of them actually working on a green van.
Carefully the ninja made their way to the second floor. A hallway of doors in front of them, one of said doors busted open as a clearly intoxicated guy walked out. The guy didn’t even see the turtles as they quickly climbed onto the ceiling and into a vent. Making their way through the air ducts, they looked through and counted another 6 gang members chilling and drinking around the place. But nothing that looked important. That is until Raph signaled at the vent he was checking. It lead to a sort of office. Two figures stood inside, the bigger one, that Raph recognized as Hun talked loudly.
“Those Foot bastards are holdin’ up on us, only giving us Baxter used stuff.” The gang leader said picking up some sort of machine and throwing it against the wall.
The other guy was of a darker complexion, clearly fit but significantly smaller than the huge Hun. “I still don’t get why we need them, we’ve been doing perfectly fine on our own,” the guy said, not even flinching at Hun’s actions. 
“Cuz right now we’re only small pond fishes, Xever, but with the stuff those ninjas can get us, we’ll be able to expand even further” Hun explained rather angrily. 
The guy, Xever, rolled his eyes at Hun. “So did you have anything important to say or did you just come here to talk shit about our sponsors?” 
Hun narrowed his eyes at Xever, as he walked over to the smaller man. Towering over him he roughly pushed something none of the turtles could make out into Xever’s chest. “Shredhead wants to meet with us” he said “Don’t be late”
Xever looked as Hun walked out the room, before pocketing the object. “Whatever you say boss” he said before following behind the gang leader. 
The office room was left silent and completely abandoned. Donnie asked April to freeze the video of the room before the youngest turtle busted the vent and jumped down, quickly followed by his siblings. The room was filled with blueprints and what looked like unfinished prototypes. Donny quickly got to work scanning the blueprints, quickly followed by Mikey completely destroying them. Leo and Raph looked through the boxes finding similar machines as the ones they got with Casey. Once he was done, Donny tossed Mikey a tiny mic, “Place it somewhere they don't see it” they instructed. The orange banded turtle gave a joking salute and went to find the perfect spot.
Donny reached his other siblings inspecting two almost completed models of the robot depicted in the blueprints. “We’re taking those, it’s much more finished than the ones we have in the lair”, Leo gave a sharp nod and went to pack the robot and a few spare parts into boxes. Raph looked up at the vent they had used to get it, and then back at the rather large boxes. “I don’t think we’ll be able to fit those through the vents”. Mikey appeared suddenly leaning heavily against his younger brother, who tried to swat him away only getting a chuckle from the other turtle. “I think Raphie is right guys” he says finally letting go of his brother.
The older sibling looked at the vents and then back at each other, silently agreeing. They agreed that they were going to have to get out the “normal way”, aka actually using the hallways. But doing so while carrying two big and heavy boxes and not being spotted by the approximately 20 gang members inside the building was not exactly easy. Luckily they had a distraction at the ready. Leo pressed her fingers to the earpiece, “Hey Case, time to do your thing” she said. The line turned to static for a second before Casey’s voice resonated in Leo’s earpiece, “Roger that, preciosa”. Despite not knowing what he had called her, the playful tone of the vigilante’s voice made her face warm up. Her mask hiding the small blush that formed on her cheeks. 
April informed them that Casey, now decked out with his mask, hockey bag filled with sports equipment and a pair of roller blades, had gone out to the main entrance of the mechanic shop to rile up the gang, with somewhat disturbing efficiency. Easily getting Xever and the whole gang inside the building to come out. Which correlated to the turtles hearing how the people in the second floor ran out their respective rooms. Waiting a few seconds to make sure everyone was gone, the four ninja carefully slipped out of the office. As they reached the first floor, they noticed the garage door wide open. Outside stood the gang members surrounding Casey. The gang was rowdy and impatient, ready to jump on the teenage vigilante.
Xever held a hand up, telling his guys to calm down “Go home garoto, Hun is already gone, so no need to beat you up” he said.
“What's wrong? Not so tough without your boss around, huh?” Casey loudly teased. Xever stood in front of the vigilante with an annoyed look. 
“You do realize we drastically outnumber you right?” Xever asked
“You do realize half your guys are completely drunk right?” the vigilante retorted 
The turtles knew exactly where the human’s little conversation was going, so they got back to action. They were almost at the door they entered through, when Donny spotted the green van sitting in the workshop. “I got an idea, go help Casey!” Donny said, running to the van with one of the boxes. Quickly picking up on Donny’s idea, Leo dropped her own boxes next to the vehicle and instructed her brothers to follow her. As the turtles start making they way towards their friend Xever brings down his hand, telling his people to go at Casey. 
The vigilante used his rollerblades to quickly evade the attacks coming at him. Many of them were sloppy, and unrefined as they tried to fight their own intoxication. Pulling his hockey stick, Casey blocked and hit his opponents. But he became predictably outnumbered, as the gang came in closer. Suddenly a fast blur that knocked out several goons appeared before him. “You really do know how to make an entrance blue”, Casey said. The turtle turned to face her friend with a confident smile and both swords drawn. “Not just me”, she said and as clockwork two more figures joined them, Mikey and Raph beating their way to them. 
The four stood with their backs against each other as the dragons quickly surrounded them, everything stood still for a second before one of the goons yelled “Get them!” and the fighting resumed. The four vigilantes took on the onslaught of gangsters, while Donny worked on hijacking the van in the mechanic shop. Casey used his great variety of equipment to attack his opponents, keeping them at a hockey stick length, while he used his rollerblades to skate around them and place a solid hit. Mikey jumped around the battlefield, mocking and teasing the drunken goons, easily avoiding their sloppy attacks and returning fast and hard hits with his chucks. Raph stood closer to his brother, taking on the guys that were left stunted from a nunchuck to the face, using his sais to bring them down. Leona was elegant as always, moving light on her feet like a butterfly, swiftly disarming her opponents as well as assisting both her brothers and Casey when needed. 
Xever stood back watching the fight, finally seeing the turtle freaks Hun had told him about with his own eyes. He dodges a few of his stumbling men as they walk off the hits they got and makes his way to the center of the fight. He pushes his way through until he’s face to face with the masked vigilante one again. “So little Armando really is friends with freaks”, he said, taking a hold of the baseball bat heading his way. Casey immediately dropped the bat and fell to his knees allowing Leo to jump on his back to attack Xever. The sword managed to grace Xever’s leg as he moved out the way. The two teens stood side by side, Leo gripped her katana tighter as Casey pulled out a golf club. Xever looked around to see most of his guys laying on the floor semi unconscious. 
Just as he was weighing his options, from the open garage a van rolled out at max speed towards them. Making a large drift it surrounded the group and got behind Casey and the turtles. Behind the wheel was Donny and April who had made her way to the mechanic shop while everyone was distracted with the fight. Leo signaled for Mikey and Raph to get in the van. The younger turtles gave their opponents a final hit before quickly getting in through the van’s back door. Once his little siblings were aboard Donny shifted the gear into reverse and back away and onto the street at a somewhat moderate pace. 
Leo and Casey stood back not making sure they weren’t trying to follow them. Leona shot three shurikens at the guys trying to go for their own vehicles, while Casey rounded the still conscious goons with his skates. Xever could only look as the group of teens left his group in shambles. Leo looked back at the van seeing it a little further down the street with the back doors fully open. “Casey! let’s book it!”, she said, deming her opponents effectively defeated and her siblings at a safe distance. Both her and Casey started running after the van which slowed down a little after seeing them approaching. Using his rollerblades to move faster Casey caught up to Leo “Let’s go preciosa!”, in a swift move lifted her from the ground bridal style. Leo’s eyes went wide open and her face warmed up as the vigilante held her tighter. Casey made sure to turn his head back at Xever who was watching them get away, and stuck his tongue out mockingly. It didn’t take long for the two of them to catch up to the moving van. Casey dropped Leo inside as gently as he could and was quickly pulled up by the oldest turtle. 
They looked back at the mess of purple dragons laying in the street, Xever looking rather pissed. Casey could help but smirk at their handiwork, “Hey blue, wanna learn some spanish?” he asked. Leo looked at her human friend and nodded with an amused look. The vigilante took a deep breath and yelled “CHINGUEN A SU MADRE!”. From the front seat Leo heard April burst out laughing, quickly followed by Casey and her sibling. She copied Casey’s deep breath, and tried her best to repeat what Casey had said. Knowing very well it was most likely a curse word but not finding it in herself to care, as she was filled with adrenaline and joined the human’s laughter. Quickly followed by her siblings. She and Casey closed the van’s door, big smiles plastered on their faces. Leona felt her face warm up in a way that was becoming rather familiar as she laughed with Casey. The teens rode on their new van back to the lair to celebrate their successful mission.
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pumpkinpie59 · 1 year ago
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while everyone likes to crap on leo/rai (for good reason) and on apritello for being cringe ig
i feel like one thing every 2012 ship has a problem with is pacing
yes i mean every ship
it’s clear that the 2012 writers don’t rlly know how to commit to romantic subplots so they either go the “they are super into each other right off the bat so there’s little build up” angle or the “will they won’t they,, but we’ll never show them actually get together” angle
i’m not saying these are atrociously bad or anything but it can be really annoying in the long run
apritello is the entire reason i got into 2012 when i was 11 lmao so it got stale for me when the show focuses less and less on their development since they didn’t want to commit to an actual subplot after the bigfoot fiasco. they both grow, sure, but it’s pushed to the background and we never see them talk about it. instead we get a kiss in a non-canon music video ://
dw apritello i still love you
with ramona, while it’s incredibly sweet how in love they are, the pacing of their first episode was ,,,, bad lol. the first time i watched it i was so underwhelmed i was like,,, this gets better?? right?? and it did but yeah i think that first episode for sure needed tweaking.
and more mona would’ve been great too. she needed some character exploration outside of her relationship with raph,, like having her talk more with the other characters her age (i would kill for april and mona content). i’m not saying she doesn’t have depth. she does. but a lot of it gets pushed to the background for her dynamic with raph.
they just didn’t even try with mikey and renet i’ll be real. they threw renet in there as a love interest and then kept making her and mikey kinda go in circles with their interest in each other. they’ll be cute and close in some scenes and then renet will act like she’s just humoring him while mikey kinda forgets about her when shini shows up.
i think renetangelo is cute to some extent (tho i do dislike 2012 mikey a bit so that doesn’t help) but time travel romances are automatically rlly hard to write well and since 2012’s romance writing is already messy, they weren’t going to do well. and renet herself is automatically more interesting when she’s not interacting with mikey. like her platonic dynamic with leo?? adorable. my favorite renet is 2003 and she’s not a love interest and she’s so charming!! renet is just a fun quirky friend of the turtles.
y’all know i love a lot of tmnt love interests so the fact that i prefer renet as a friend prolly says a lot about how she should be written gjdkdk
i don’t wanna talk about leo/rai much, but other than the glaringly bad i/ncest issue (both siblings and cousins), they just weren’t very good as a romantic dynamic either?
like yeah i’m biased bc lotus is the only leo love interest i will ever accept (and also leo/rai is gross lol)
but like ,,, with karai, leo saw her as an escape from being a leader so he can explore his rebellious streak. which is interesting! but unlike with lotus, leo was willing to betray her behind her back, and karai was willing to manipulate him to do what she wanted him to. but okay that’s getting off topic. back to the pacing,,
season 1 gets a pass for me since i actually love the pacing of season 1 alone (like honestly, after the cousin reveal, there wasn’t any romance up until season 2 from my memory,, and even before that after karai betrayed leo and the other brothers found out, leo wasn’t into her,, it was his brothers who were making fun of him), but afterwards, season 2 onward,the timing of leo/rai moments were always a slap in the face bc they were always. ALWAYS. right after they acknowledged her as family THRJEKSJDJDKSK
but yeah i think pacing is the worst problem of 2012 ships :p
obviously some other problems too, like sexism lol. but pacing is most glaring for me
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dandylovesturtles · 1 year ago
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100 Feet and a World Away is up against New Phone Who Dis in the tmnt separated AU comp and while the poll is a ways away I had this idea and I wanted to write it.
@callmehere-iwillappear I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your kids and I hope you like this!
(“Dandy, where is April?” SHE’S AROUND. Just not here. There were already so many people in this conversation, she’s letting the kids bond okay don’t worry about it.)
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“And then we all ended up here!” sang the other Mikey, entirely too chipper for the story he had just finished telling, about how the other group of turtles, their opponents for the next round, had been kidnapped ten years ago and raised in captivity. Raph tries not to choke on her ice cream.
After being introduced they’d decided to get ice cream - something the other four had never had before, for reasons that had just been thoroughly explained. The four of them seemed confused by the idea of sitting at a table, so they’re sitting in a group on the floor instead, the three almost mirror images of her friends (her siblings? that is still boggling her mind) leaning against the other Raphael. He’s laying on his stomach, lazily licking from his own bowl with a contented churr deep in his throat.
(It reminds her of how she gets sometimes, when she’s alone, and it makes her sad and unnerved in equal measure.)
“Uh, wow,” says Leon, the first one on their side to react. “That’s quite a story.”
“Mikey makes it sound better than it was,” says the other Leo, with the same humor in his voice that Leon has. He’s the only one who isn’t eating his ice cream, and Raph wonders if he doesn’t like it.
“I wanna hear about you guys, though,” says the other Mikey, bouncing in place. “Where do you live? Who raised you?”
Mike and Othello (Donnie) are still recovering, so again, Leon takes the lead. “Well, we were all raised separately, but I was raised by my dads.”
“Dads!?” gasps the other Mikey, emphasis on the S. “You have more than one!?”
“Yep!” Leon sounds proud about it. “Two whole dads.”
“Woooow… two whole dads,” says the other Mikey with awe. He sounds a little jealous. Maybe Raph is a little jealous, too.
“Why do you need two fathers?” asks the other Donnie, eyes wide like he’s trying to study Leon. So far, he seems the most different from Othello-Donnie (other than her silent double). “Only one male parent is required for reproduction.”
Raph feels the defensive energy roll off Leon before he says anything. “Okay first off, don’t be homophobic.”
The other Donnie stares blankly at him, clearly confused by the sudden snippiness. The other Leo and Mikey look equally confused.
Raph very lightly nudges Leon, and he jolts, pressing his hands to his face.
“…That was a genuine question, wasn’t it?”
Othello snorts. “Did you just call the guy who grew up in a lab homophobic?”
“Shut up! I wasn’t thinking!”
“He’s adopted,” says Mike helpfully. “And his dads are in looove.”
“True, but also, eugh,” says Leon
“Awww, that’s so nice!” says other Mikey. Raph notices he’s finished his ice cream, and completely licked the bowl clean. It’s all over his lips and cheeks, which makes Raph laugh silently to herself.
“Right!?” Mike starts getting excited too - they’re playing off each other’s energies now. “You know, I think my dad should get back in the dating scene, but he always says he’s too busy planning to destroy- er,” Mike glances at the rest of them, then says, “he’s, uh, always busy with work so he can’t.” They trail off with an awkward laugh.
The other Mikey, seeing nothing amiss, starts peppering them with questions, and while he’s doing that, the other Leo quietly swaps his full ice cream bowl for Mikey’s empty one. Ah, so that was the plan.
It’s sweet, but Raph can’t stop herself from speaking up. “You should eat your own ice cream.”
Leo jumps, clearly not expecting to be called out. “Uh, I’m not hungry, so Mikey can have it,” he says.
“Well, you guys haven’t had a lot of sweets, right? Eating too much sugar at once can make you sick.”
She says it to encourage Leo to eat his own, and also because she genuinely doesn’t want this other Mikey to get a stomachache his first time eating ice cream, but the horrified look on Leo’s face makes her feel bad. He snatches the ice cream back, looking at it like it’s poison.
“I wasn’t trying to make him sick,” he says softly.
“Uh, Raph knows you weren’t,” she says quickly, holding up her hands. “It’s not a big deal.”
Still, he looks upset, which is making Mikey upset, which is making the other Raph shuffle behind them with agitation. This isn’t what she meant to happen at all.
It’s Leon who smoothes things over. He’s good at that.
“Geez, Red,” he says, nudging Raph with his shoulder. “You’re the same in real life as you are online, huh?”
She gives him a side-eye. “What do you mean?”
Leon smirks. “A mother hen.”
This makes both Othello and Mike laugh, and the awkward air over the other boys lessens. She just rolls her eyes at Leon but lets it go.
“What’s a mother hen?” asks the other Mikey.
Leon is all too happy to explain. “Means he’s always trying to take care of us. She’s like this online too.”
“Oh,” says Mikey. “Well, why not?” He leans back and bumps his own Raph, who rumbles contentedly. “Raph’s the best big brother ever! It’s the same for you guys, right?”
And that hits her.
Big brother? Is that what she is?
Well, she is the oldest. And the biggest. And if Leon, Mike, and Othello are her siblings, then…
She glances at her friends. None of them are meeting her eyes, and she feels as bashful about it as they look.
They haven’t really talked about it yet. Haven’t put a name to it. But… it’d be nice, she thinks.
Before any of them can think of anything to say, the other Donnie, who seems incapable of reading the mood of any conversation, speaks up first. “I think One should eat ice cream until he can’t. It could be valuable data.”
“Oh, yeah!” cheers Mike, clearly happy with this turn. “Let’s eat ice cream ‘til we puke!”
“Yeah!” cheers Mikey in agreement. “‘Til we puke!”
Mike holds up their hand and Mikey, who only recently learned what a high five is, eagerly returns it.
“No!” snaps Othello, holding out his arms. “If anyone in this group throws up I’m leaving and not coming back!”
“Oh well now we gotta do it,” says Leon, and the conversation erupts once again.
Raph sits back from it all, watching her other self snooze, his brothers tucked against his side, and she wonders if she’ll ever feel like big brother for real.
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error-core-animations · 2 months ago
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What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?
Wwell. Would I be predictable if I said I like it when people write about Mikey and Meatsweats's dynamic. Cuz I like that. Even if it's not angsty it's still interesting!! Mikey's fanboy obsession that might be a celebrity crush vs Meatsweats's cranky ass middle aged man divorcee that also wants to eat a bunch of teenagers... FIGHT!!! And we all know that I see that whole mess that's going on as Mikey getting groomed because I love to harm my blorbos and give them my personal problems. Also Nothing but Truffle was literally just an episode where Mikey was very explicitly groomed so there's that too. Source: that was, for me, a painfully relatable 11 minutes 👍
I also like Donnie and Mikey they're very special to me,,, and Mikey and Raph too they're CSA victim buddies. Leo and Mikey are still cool but the whole. Oversaturation of Leo content makes him less appealing to write/read about tbh. It's only ok to include him if it's in relation to Mikey now instead of the other way around (JOKE I PROMISE). And Mikey and April are such an underrepresented duo that it's quite literally killing me. THEY HAVE MOVIE NIGHTS GUYS!! CASH IN ON THAT!!!
I also think that April should be included more in general. Across iterations, not just rise. She doesn't get nearly enough attention. Neither does Mikey! So Mikey and April should team up and become. Like. Way cooler than everyone else. I mean they already are but folks can't see it because of misogyny, ableism, and, in rise, racism. Yaaaaay. 😑
Also TO BE CLEAR. none of this is shippy. I hate shipping (all of it) (yes even that one. Especially that one.) (everyone get divorced NOW) (I'm aromantic and romance repulsed)
Sorry if this is like. Weird and incoherent it's 2:30 in the morningggggg I should probably go to bed
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rainbow-filmnerd · 1 year ago
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TMNT: Halloween 2023
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Happy Halloween, folks! It's been a hot minute, but I pulled through with some new Turtles art. I very much miss drawing these guys, but what better way to get back into with my take on their Halloween costumes! As for the humans, this was actually the first of the two Halloween drawings I worked on, because I've gotten more used to drawing human(oid) characters. I'm actually quite pleased with this one, honestly. I wanted to do something different for the Turtles and April; a breakaway from their costumes seen in Trick-or-Treat Tussle, which was a flash game on Nick. So here are my offerings!
Leo is dressed as a masked swordsman, heavily inspired by another favorite blue sword-wielding boy, Shin-Ah from Yona of the Dawn. It took some brainstorming to figure out a costume, but I'm very content with my choice for him. Donnie is a scientist, which feels like a no-brainer, and the overall inspiration comes from this old TMNT 2003 fancomic with Don in this mad scientist get-up. This costume is a callback to an older drawing I did back in 2020, so hey Kim of that year, I did a group drawing of the Turtles in costume! For Raph, I'm just calling it a "bodybuilder", because... I think that was the vision Doug from 50 First Dates had of himself. I just thought it would be super funny after remembering this Sean Astin movie character to have Raph's costume essentially be this. Lastly, Mikey is dressed up as Ice Cream Kitty, and yes, he did paint his face, torso, and arms to look like this sweet kitten. I also had him in an orange bowl, because it's Halloween.
So, for April, I felt like news reporter was appropriate, but with a spooky twist. After taking it to a poll, the creature type for April was a Frankenstein-type, and I even drew a bit of inspiration of how I did my Frankie Stein cosplay. I got inspired by a judge wearing a creepy news reporter costume on Halloween Baking Championship, which is one of my favorite shows to watch during Spooky Season. For Casey, I just thought him dressed as a classic masked serial killer would be his thing. Most of the stuff he'd already have lying around, and all that blood is actually red paint! The bits of hot pink is a bit of a nudge to Danganronpa. Karai is a vampire lady, and I used a couple of Vampire dress up games to get an idea of what her costume should look like. I also remember someone mentioning that Karai with her snake fangs looked like a vampire, and I can very much see that. Lastly, Shinigami is dressed as Jinx from Teen Titans. Like with Leo, this one was a thinker, but then I remembered this character and thought it was perfect. Raven is also another good fit, but Jinx makes more sense because of the goth witch vibes she already has. And honestly, I like Shini with a bit of pink.
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sunny-clover · 1 year ago
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OH RIGHT MY ITERATION
Okay so these are just the concept info pages I made and these are not the final designs though, I’ve updated some designs A TON already
OKAY this iteration is called
TMNT 2032
and these pages are in order of when I made them so there’s no rhyme or reason.
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This is Cassius Casey (Kirby) Jones, he’s the first person I designed for the AU and his design does not look like this at all anymore. He’s got Japanese heritage from one side of the fam and Mexican on the other. No real reason except I wanna push my Spanglish onto him. Also he’s gay.
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This is April O’Neil, she’s the second person I designed but I never really thought her I through. She I guess has a possessed softball bat cause she’s a lesbian and the bat is a reference to Rise April. Her mother’s family is Indian and her dad’s is either Indian-American or African American. Like I said before, I haven’t thought her through much.
She handles the supplies for the Homatos and that’s really all I have, I should probly think her through more 😬
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This is Raph, originally he was going to be a snapping turtle but I decided he’s actually going to be biologically related to his brothers with the turtle DNA. I haven’t thought too much about him but he does have romantic feelings for Mona Lisa when he meets her but I still need his personality-
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Okay so here’s Mikey and he’s the one that I’ve HEAVILY changed—DRASTICALLY, if you will. I wasn’t even really in the right mindset to design him here so I am not at all proud of this design 😬
Yeah so he’s technically not the youngest I guess and also the drawing I did here was horrendous so uhhhhh let’s ignore this and we’ll have better content on him later.
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Here’s Kassandra Karai Jones, I had SO MUCH fun designing her. She’s a super badass lesbian Foot clan royalty soldier. Also she’s Casey’s twin hehehehe I love that so much. I can’t wait to write her arcs and stuff but I’ll have you know right now that the girl is a DISASTER around attractive women.
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This is Donnie!!!! He’s DEFINITELY up there with the Jones twins as one of the most fun characters to design, he’s so awesome I love drawing himmmm eeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
Okay so I made a mistake saying he has dual Bo-staffs, I just liked the way it looked with his design, but that’s incredibly impractical so that’s one of the first things I changed.
He’s the one character that I have his WHOLE personality fleshed out because I loved designing so much and he’s either a silly gay or a silly bisexual. I can’t tell you everything about him right now bc he’s still in the making and I wanna leave some room for content but he’s so much fun to draw and write!!!!
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This is Jennikka! Did I mention she’s in here? Hehehehehehhehehehehhe well now I did. i am not getting involved into the making of the turtles because I spent DAYS working on that but I love it so much but ANYWAYS she’s here and she’s sapphic.
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This is Venus!!! She’s so cuuteee eeeeeeek I love her she’s aroace and she’s also here. She has a deep connection with spritual energy and stuff much like Mikey from Rottmnt or I think the 2003 Venus as well? I haven’t gotten that far in the 2k3 show yet so I don’t know much abt her but I heard she has strong mystic connections or smth. I absolutely love her design and I hope you do too.
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LEEOOOOOO!!!! I really have to show you guys the concept doodles of him sometime cause I love it so much.
I don’t have too much on him atm cause I finally got his design down like 4 days ago or smth like that, but I’ve decided he can’t stand up straight for the life of him and Donnie always yells at him for it. He’s a bit like Rise Leo I guess but just more smooth and more serious on his training like every other Leo. I had him down as a tattle-tale at firs but then I decided nah. Oh also he’s the medic
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Oh and I don’t think I mentioned but Donnie starts out as the leader cause he’s the oldest but eventually the title just moves liquidly through them until it lands on Leo. I had a little headcannon that I’ll never write down on paper but I keep up here that they be wingmen for each other when someone’s tryna impress a love interest they “hold” the leader title. See: Raph gets to be leader when they meet Mona Lisa.
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I have a few other designs down but not on info sheets, just on doodle pages and I’m not ready to reveal how much time I waste on this lmfao.
I have Splinter, Mona, most other Mutants and almost Draxum’s concept designs on paper. I’ll post info on the creation some other time but maybe not. Maybe I’ll keep it to myself.
All I’ll say abt it for now is that the turtle’s creations were all at the fault of Splinter being an absolute disaster of a bisexual.
(I do accept asks on this iteration and I really do wanna answer questions abt it pls ask me questions)
Omg it’s 12:30 in the morning I needa sleep 💀
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tmnttheremix · 9 months ago
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[I'll add my persona here once I actually design them :P]
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To find a specific episode (once I have some out) just search on my page and type in either the number or the name of the episode and it should work, if not then just search tmnttr on my page
SHIPS
This is just for my comic this doesn't really count for any other canon iteration but I know people LOVE ships (I do too lol)
I won't confirm or deny any ships (keep in mind some of the characters listed have not been introduced/posted yet but you'll see them very soon!)
I'm going to list below the ships that I'm flat out UNCOMFORTABLE with (because they're either proships or doesn't fit the character's sexuality or I just don't like the ship, regardless of the reason I'm just setting boundaries) I'm not gonna list obvious ones since I've already said proships/tcesters dni
• April x Any if the turtles (similar to rise, she sees them as her brothers)
• Remi x Mikey (they see mikey like a little brother kinda)
• Raph (or any of the turtles) x Y'gythgba (She is much older than the turtles it would be gross)
• Mona Lisa (y'gy and mona are two different gals in my iteration) x any of the turtles (she's also a bit older than the turtles)
• Jennika x literally any man (she's lesbian)
• Cassandra x literally any man (also lebisan)
• Casey x any of the turtles, April (he's like way younger than everyone else on the team so just don't ship him with anyone that isn't his age)
(If I think of more later I'll add onto this)
Ships that I AM comfortable with (again not confirming for denying any of them)
Remi x Any turtle that ISNT mikey
Any of the turtles x Usagi
Donnie x Yuyan
Any of the turtles x Renet
Y'gythgba x Alopex
Mona Lisa x Alopex
April x Cassandra
Jennika x Cassandra
Ocs x Canon Characters in TMNTTR
if you don't see a ship on here that you're curious about feel free to ask in my questions box <3
ik there aren't a lot but this is off the top of my head rn
If you have any questions about the lore or just the characters/comic in general feel free to ask! I LOVE answering questions <3
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tmnt-starlit-sin · 1 year ago
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TMNT: Starlit Sin
A fan iteration of TMNT by @error-core-animations with a lot of stuff pulled from past versions, and a lot of stuff I just decided would be cool!
Content warnings: violence typical of TMNT, blood, probably gore, murder, vivisection, child abuse (medical, emotional, and physical), dehumanization, unethical experimentation, ableism/internalized ableism, and themes of discrimination.
Main characters
Hamato Leonardo: leatherback sea turtle, 16, he/him, intersex trans man. Has overall joint pain, it's worst in his legs/knees. Heavily modified flippers do not make very good or stable walking appendages. Mikey's twin. AuDHD. His design
Hamato Michaelangelo: red bellied sideneck turtle, 16, it/they/any, gendersilly. Asthmatic, neck pain, Crohn's disease. Leo's twin. ADHD. Their design [tba]
Hamato Donatello: Rio Grande cooter, 15, "he/him", "cisgender". Jaw can unhinge itself, which is very painful and very bad for the jaw joint, plus other forms of (painful) hypermobility. Autistic. His design [tba]
Hamato Raphael: Yangtze giant softshell turtle, 14.5, he/she, transmasc. Skeletal structure is more cartilaginous than it should be, resulting in joint pain and muscle tremors. Has the worst spinal issues due to her soft shell allowing it to bend and twist. AuDHD. Her design [tba]
Hamato Yoshi/Splinter: American mink mutant, mid/late 50s, he/him, cis but the best and funniest ally you could ask for. He started as a human man, but his mutation left him with back pain and difficulty walking. He and Leo are cane buddies!! AuDHD. His design [tba]
Venus de Milo Jones-Hamato: spotted turtle, 10, she/cy/cyan. Born without one arm and losing the other in... Uh... And accident, she has no hands, much like her namesake statue. Autistic!! Cyan design [tba]
Jennika Jones-Hamato: pancake tortoise, 10, he/they girl. The reason "vivisection" is one of the tws lol. He has a hard time moving certain body parts due to wounds healing badly. Self sacrificial, awww, just like Mama Shen and her big brother Leo!! AuDHD. Their design [tba]
April O'Neil: human/kraang hybrid experiment, 15.5, she/her, cat/cats. She's autistic and is easily overwhelmed by sound and light, but has ear protectors and sunglasses to help. She also has a service dog, Bumblebee, to help ground her when she's having a shutdown or meltdown. Cats design [tba]
Cassette Tape "Casey" Jones, human/tengu (a bird yokai), early 30s, any pronouns. Autistic, ADHD, and a serial adopter. Smoked weed before adopting Venus, but changed to edibles to be a more responsible parent- she's not getting its kid high or destroying cyans lungs! That's not good parent behavior!! Faer design [tba]
Basic worldbuilding under the cut- more will be added as I develop this world more, and once I have enough time to fully delve into the main characters of this iteration
Yokai have been part of the world for millennia, and exist alongside humans. They experience discrimination at social and legal levels, but don't have to hide underground. They're legal citizens, like humans. The Yokai in this AU come from worldwide mythologies and sentient dinosaurs.
Mutation has been used to help victims of wild animal attacks for decades, especially younger ones. It's risky and oftentimes a last resort, but sometimes it's necessary. It's only in recent years, though, that mutants have become more widespread. This has caused a lot of legal controversy, especially over whether mutants should legally be considered Yokai, Evan if they started as humans
Magic is a natural force, similar to gravity and electricity, that can be harnessed and has multiple uses. Certain individuals are more naturally inclined towards being able to use it, but with enough practice, anyone can connect to and utilize mystics. It takes different forms for each individual, matching their personality/interests.
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Legit had already voted for Hassan/Mikey before I saw you were offering requests but here is the proof! Miss Dork, big fan, and really enjoyed the previous Raph x Reader you wrote for ozoneapple! I also really enjoy how you wrote him in YAMSMOM! Would it be possible to request a meet-cute with Future Raph? I wish I had more of a prompt than that but I'm a sucker for fluff and leader in red deserves some love. Thank you!
Writing Request: Reader x Raph Meet-Cute ☎️
Let me start by saying I was STUMPED on your request for like at least 15 minutes. I had no idea what the heck Yam's Mom was and it was driving me crazy! I have never in my life acronymed You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine, like that! It cracked me up! I always just slanged it to Sunshine, Moonshine.
The following work takes place in the universe of and after the events of You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine.
Now that that's out of the way! Here we are folks! This is my final request of the contest duration! I thank you all for joining me. I thank you all for supporting justice. I thank you all for voting. I thank you all for bringing some attention to the hate in our fandom. I hope, regardless of the outcome, that we can continue to shed light on these issues, learn, and be better for it.
Again, the poll has under 24 hours on it so I urge you, please vote Hassan/Mikey. Tell everyone you know! Why not? It's a single click. Get literally everyone you know in on it! Let's be the change we want to be!
ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.
Cutie cute all ages content below:
Donnie had you.
Mikey also had you.
Platonic soulmates were still something Raph was wrapping his head around.
April had Sunita.
April had Casey.
Casey had Sunita.
That circle had been going round for years.
Leo had Dale.
Raph had heard April say a few choice words about that, but the guy seemed nice so time would tell.
Dad had...
Raph did not want to think about that.
Who did Raph have?
He had his family.
He had reassurance that he wasn't going to be benched in brother duties any time soon.
It was hard to deny he wasn't lonely.
Especially when the holidays came around.
All the couples cozied up and Raph was left alone.
They offered him blankets.
They offered him center spots.
They knew.
They all knew.
Raph wasn't ashamed.
He had never felt that way.
Love was a fickle thing.
He was busy.
Hero work took a lot of time.
Being a Hamato took more.
It wasn't like he avoided love.
it had taken him awhile, but he had asked out that waitress who flirted with him.
They had a few nice dates.
They just didn't have the same interests.
That happened.
That happened often.
Raph was alone, it struck him a few months later.
His life was full, but he was also alone in love.
He didn't feel lesser.
He thought he hadn't felt wanting.
The feeling had snuck in.
It now sat, something small in his chest.
Something that would grow.
What was there to do about that?
Did people still picked up others at bars?
Was that for one night stands?
Did he try apps?
There was something about swiping, he was sure of it.
There were those single's events.
You did an activity and mingled.
Raph wasn't sure he was ready to skydive.
He had taken just about enough dives of his own volition.
What did that leave?
A bell rang.
Speed dating.
By all accounts this should have been anyone else's idea, but in fact it had been Raph's. After being out of the supposed dating game so long, there was a certain allure to a speed run.
Did Raph think he was good at time constrained small talk?
No, he knew he was terrible.
Did Raph particularly think he was going to find someone amongst the mixed pool here tonight?
Not at all, in fact, he was mostly doing this to get his head right.
That might have been selfish, but he did want to open himself up the possibilities.
He was trying his best, he swore.
He just also needed to be caught up to speed.
What better way than to break the ice with a dozen people?
He would pick up as much as he could, eat from the generous buffet table, and have started this whole dating game in only an hours time.
It was the perfect remedy for his dating confusion.
He had met three people already.
There had been a peppy mutant with a ponytail that seemed sweet.
A buff jock who had an accent that seemed just as ready to smash objects as him.
A gorgeous fox mutant with the softest looking fur that was sharply contrasted by her cold wit.
They all fit Raph in different ways.
They were like different facets of his personality.
People he could get along with.
People he could see himself with.
People that he didn't seem to be with long.
Even in his imagination, he found some excuse to get out of the relationships.
That seemed important.
Raph was missing what a coyote mutant was telling him about her job as a bartender.
Again, he saw a short lived relationship with her.
Why didn't they work out?
He couldn't even think of that 'something' that made the relationships not worked.
They seemed to just naturally drift apart.
Maybe that was the point.
He was sullen as the bell went off for the next seat change.
He supposed it helped to know.
There was no harm in being alone.
No shame.
If that was his life, then he would absolutely make the most of it.
It also was a little bit of an old phrase he used to say.
A cowabummer.
"H-hi!" A timid voice came up from across from him.
"Hi, I'm Raph. I work as a vigilante hero. Nice to meet you." He started with the pre-recorded line before he got a real look at you.
You were a vision.
Not something that necessarily made his heart explode on contact, you were by all accounts, cute.
He liked your smile.
He liked the shuffle of your eye.
He liked the slope of your nose.
His head dipped as you made your introduction.
You then hesitated.
Once and obvious while ringing your hands under the table.
"You okay?" Raph asked.
"I like your muscles!" You suddenly burst you.
"O-oh...!" Raph stumbled into a smile. "Thank you."
"N-no! It's more than that." You were clearly embarrassed and pressed by the clock.
He leaned forward to hopefully make sharing your piece a little easier.
You seemed thankful with one watery eye shot before you leaned in as well. "Y-You see... I like wrestling."
He blinked.
"Like... I'm a really big fan. That's weirdly been a big deal breaker for everyone else here."
"Me too." Raph blinked.
"You don't have to say that. It's okay, it would be better if-"
"No! I do! I really do! Like, my favorite wrestler is Ghost Bear! His streak hasn't been the best since he got his ban lifted from the league, but I went to his wedding!" Raph felt himself talking a little too much. "But, I'm bragging! You go! You were saying?"
Your eyes were twin gemstones that sparkled.
Raph gaped.
"Ghostpepper is my favorite! I can't believe they stayed married! I swear they fight in the ring as much as out!"
"Right!?" Raph almost bumped the table. "He actually has a restraining order on me!"
"No way! Is his signature on it!?"
"Yes! I got an original copy framed!" Raph gushed.
"That's so cool! What else do you-!"
The bell rang.
For a split second you both stared at each other.
Raph didn't want you to go.
It might have been wishful thinking, but it seemed like you didn't either.
There were other dates.
Raph was supposed to be intelligence grabbing.
He was supposed to move on.
To his lonely future.
Instead of with those temporary flings.
It was odd.
Looking at you right now, he didn't see either.
All he saw was right now and how he wanted to keep talking to you about wrestling.
"Is this thing really binding?" Raph's beak scrunched up around the question.
"Absolutely not. We just lose what we paid for."
"Like we would get a refund." You giggled. "Wanna raid the snacks and maybe get ice cream."
"Who are you!?" He cheered and finally moved to stand.
The next two people watched on with pouting confusion as you and Raph grabbed up as many foods as you can carry and shot out the door. Predictably no one said a thing and you were both off in conversation. You discussed wrestling at first, but the conversation quickly changed.
You collected one thing and he had his precious stuffed animals. You didn't laugh when he brought them up and instead gushed when he showed you pictures. He raved about Teddy Bear Town, but you didn't press for him to take you. A vision of you stuffing twin animals didn't conjured and there was something settling about that.
After deciding on ice cream, you both continued to chat as if you were long time friends catching up. Conversation flowed like water and you both separately mentioned how unusual that was. The oddity was about as strange as your love for peanut butter ice cream which Raph swore off as poison.
You didn't tease him about how that meant there would be not parting kiss and instead told him about your interest in video games. He compared it to his in working out and, though the two seemed disconnected, there was a certain shared discipline that worked. The similarities and contrasts continued on and Raph enjoyed every minute even if you did smell like his worst nightmare whenever you laughed a little too brightly.
You walked after that, sharing stories of your families. It was a large topic of conversation of Raph and usually the most warding factor in Hamato relationships. You seemed to have quite the home life yourself and though you couldn't quite go toe-to-toe with him, you had your own horror stores that made his scales crawl.
Before he knew it you were getting late night tortas that were a collapsing mess. It was date night taboo to eat something so disastrous in front of a prospect, but Raph hadn't felt a single pressure of a date. Instead, he devoured his giant sandwich, spilled half of it in his lap, ate that up with his hands, and then licked his fingers clean. Meanwhile, you were just as indelicate as you took one big bite and everything sprayed out the back half of your buns. You used a scoop and bite method, turning your torta into a an edible plate that you scooped bites on to shove into your mouth.
In the end, you basically needed to be hosed off and so began the search for a bathroom.
Raph got to show off his ninja skills even though he hadn't felt the pressure to impress.
Instead, he felt like getting you a glimpse of the real him and you clapped for each amazing maneuver he made.
He felt proud
Even with the title of strongest, there was something to being seen as well rounded in your eyes.
You'd be disappointed in him when you met the others and that fact stopped Raph right in the street.
You chased him with worries and he only watched on as you fussed.
That had been the first time.
In all these hours, he hadn't imagined that future and with that came freedom.
Then in a single thought, that joy was gone and his inadequacy rose.
He wasn't left behind, but he was behind the others.
There was always competition between them.
Whether they gamified training to make it bearable or bargains of real money, there was always a contest.
It was second nature to check his odds.
By poker's rules, he folded when he didn't have a chance.
That's what it was.
None of those dates were quite right, so he folded before it could become a problem.
He saved his bets.
He was cautious.
He was careful.
He saw you seeing him as less.
For what he was amongst his super powered bale.
Was there more?
You touched his plastron and tried your best to mind your sticky fingers.
He hadn't seen ahead because he hadn't wanted to look.
You talked just enough that he didn't need to.
He put it off as long as he could because he liked you.
He took one deep breathe before he decided.
He would look.
For your sake.
For putting up with him tonight.
From the inky black void of his mind you appeared.
You took his face with both hands and dragged him down to your eye level before you scolded him.
"Why do you keep comparing yourself to them!?"
That was new.
You went on.
"So what if Donnie's smarter! Brains are overrated and pretension. Who cares if Leo's faster! I can't keep up with that. Mikey may be more creative, but he's got nothing on you! I've seen you cobble together sandwiches that would make Scooby Doo jealous. I've seen you lift a bus with your bare hands. I've seen you out think the entire lot of them because you have the real sense that matters, the common one and don't you dare think that's average! I love you, Raphael! As hard as that is for you to hear sometimes! I do! Through thick and thin, through your anxieties and my worries, through everything else, every night, for the rest of my life, all I want to do is sit down at the end of the day and cuddle with you."
When he came to you were wiping his tears away with the backs of your hands and whispering to yourself a plea that he not get pimples.
He croaked at the sight of you.
You perked up at his attention and held your own weepy gaze, thankful he was back. "Raph. Are you okay?"
"I am."
You sighed, grateful. "Good. I didn't know what I was going to do. How could I move you!? Maybe I could drag you or get a dolly, but-"
"Do you want to go out sometime?"
You blinked a few times.
it fluttered your lashes straight down the cute slope of your nose.
He wanted to touch it, but he was encased in a fine layer of grease.
"Out. More than thing. More than running from speed dating. I don't know... We could get tickets to a wrestling match. We could... get more giant sandwiches. We could... do anything. Finally find that bathroom! I think... No... I want to... do something else... A million somethings... with you."
Your lips wobbled so fast he could barely track them.
You then leaped at him for a hug.
"I was so scared you didn't feel the same! It's weird! It was weird right!? Like we're clearly compatible, but also not? Like we're friends and have been for years, but I also might want to kiss you when there isn't a chance I'll kill you."
Raph smiled once before he swallowed up your chatter in a squeeze.
You didn't struggle against it and only settled.
It came to a natural conclusion and you both came away with hopeful smiles.
Then a thought caught up with Raph a little too late.
"I've got it!"
"Got what?"
"Let Raph tell you something I learned about recently. It's called queer platonic relationships!"
You sang a note that was more than interested and you both continued your walk straight until the sun rose.
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cardinal-sukikyo · 2 years ago
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My take on Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. P2, Positive review!
I included the pros and cons on the previous slam- but I didn’t really give it too many pros. I decided to make a part two because ima admit- I was harsh haha
ROTTMNT is fashionable, aesthetic, fun, colorful, and so much more. I was hyped to find out that Nickelodeon was making a new TMNT series. I still believe that the personalities of the turtles are really different, but it doesn’t make them terrible! I mean Donnie is literally a genius, Mikey looks so much more huggable, Raph literally is boyfriend material, and I KIN to Leo.
Even though I described it as “the high school girl” side of me, it is still a big side of me. I cannot with that fashion episode- my greedy hands can’t wait to draw Leo in a suit. I already drew Donnie (I used a reference- I didn’t trace. Just in case you find something similar to it. I don’t use refs anymore, but I drew that when I need refs. Of course I need the occasional pose and anatomy help- but that’s really all.) I also made an animatic on scratch on the ye old days of ROTTMNT.
The aesthetic of Rise is unmatched to any other show. Literally cannot find any tv series close to it. It’s original- and that’s why I slammed so hard on it. With originality, comes infinite pros and cons. I am speechless with this show for the most part- and that slam I made was a mash up of a lot of different opinions from multiple people. I read articles before I made it, then finalized it in my own words.
I have one guilty wish to all ye animators and artists. Please do more x YNs. I’m kinda tired of seeing post apocalypse headcanons lol sorry. I also live for the New York aesthetic and the bright lighting and colors.
I know this positive review is short, but I am writing this at a restaurant currently and don’t feel like looking up articles with opinions on ROTTMNT. That was a lot of research I did.
Once more- i truly love Rise and I hope you understand that the slam was just exactly that. A slam. Despite that, I truly want to know your thoughts on upcoming content: should I do a movie review for rise? Want some headcanons? How about art? And because I’m currently vibing with four followers, I’ll take in free self/OC inserts and draw you with your favorite turtle or April! As well as headcanons. I’ll also take in ideas for a one shot book, Quotev quiz, fan fiction, and a possible animatic.
As always, I hope you enjoyed your time on my blog my feathered friend. Thank you for reading my two part review!
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turtle-go-brrrr · 4 years ago
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Scratch my shell, I scratch yours
A/N: Heya! So remember two posts ago where I said I wouldn't write fics because I'm not confident enough in my writing to post it? Yeah, me neither. I started writing this at 6 am because I couldn't sleep and kept working on it during the day, so enjoy ^^(I got a little tired at the end, and i think you can feel it ;w; hope it’s good enough anyway!)
Also, I’m a sucker for platonic intimacy, and there is a severe lack of platonic x reader in this fandom
Fun fact: the Shell is both the Dorsal (part on the back) AND the Plastron (part on the front).
Requested: No
Pairing: None, platonic
Word count: 2500 +
Triggers: None
Summary: You make an embarrassing suggestion that they surprisingly accept.
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The idea came to you in a random conversation you had as you sat on their couch.
"But wait, you can really reach everywhere? Like if I touch here-", you point to a crevice in the middle of his shell. "You're telling me you can bend your arm enough to get here?"
Leonardo gently takes your wrist and pull your hand away. "I mean, we have some of those telescopic scrubs to help, you know? Or we can just ask each other to get to the hard places if it's really complicated."
Oh.
"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."
You have been asking a few questions about their shells after Raphael started showing off some of his scars, fascinated by the intricate patterns you could see on your friends. The topic of cleaning has be brought up, and as your curiosity took charge, your brain decided to embarrass you as much as it could.
"Do you think I could help?"
Only the faint background music Mikey had set up earlier could be heard as your mutant friends looked at you, eyes wide open.
Oh, that came out wrong.
"Wait, that's not what I-", you start to explain your line of thoughts when you get interrupted by the smug look Mikey sent you, as he harbored a teasing smile.
"Oh? I didn't realize that's what you meant when you said you wanted to hang out more," he wiggles his eyebrows as your nervous laughter fills the room.
"Hold on, I can explain."
Silence again.
"Oh, you're actually listening?"
"I mean, I think we're all dying to know why on earth you'd want to take a shower with us. You're not usually this upfront with your affection," Donatello chimes in. He's not even looking at you in the eyes, but doesn't really try to hide that stupid smirk.
Bastard.
You take a deep breath, trying to focus on not letting the embarassement take over, but your voice shakes imperceptibly, and you can feel youself start to sweat. Great.
"Okay, so I was thinking : you guys always do so much for the city and never get anything in return. I remember Mikey told me that you guys love shell scratches, and now I can see that you have some trouble cleaning it, so maybe I can help with that ? Kinda like a massage sort of thing, it doesn’t have to be weird if no one makes it. Now obviously we’ll be wearing swimsuits, we’re not close enough for… you know… actually taking a shower together, " you try clearing your throat discretly. You hear a muffled laugh from Raph.
"Anyway, I think Casey knows where to buy the best animal care product. I think human stuff might not be suitable for your shells, and I read somewhere that water was the best way to clean a turtle shell anyways, but if you have suggestions just let me know what you usually use. Do you even have swimsuits ? Doesn’t matter, I’m sure we can find you some-"
As you rambled on, the slight shame started to wear off and you were able to explain your line of thoughts more clearly. The awkwardness of the situation seemed to settle down, even if your friends were absolutely going to tease you about it later. Leonardo seemed hesitant, though.
"I don’t know, man. Are you sure about this ? I don’t want you to feel like you have to. We can take care of ourselves, you know."
"I’m not gonna force you if you don’t want to, I’m just offering because I want to do something nice for you guys. You can’t really take a break, but you could at least relax a bit."
"I’m up for it." You didn’t expect Raph to agree so quickly, but maybe you should have anticipatd that as you look at the bags under his eyes. "I mean, the worst thing that could happen is falling asleep while getting a massage from a friend. Kinda sounds like a dream if you ask me. "
‘Well that was easy,’ you think as your face lightens up.
"Besides, we can laugh at them for wanting to shower with us. Didn’t think you’d want to be so intimate, " he purrs as he gives you a side glance.
Oh. Bastard number two.
"Alright. Sure. You know what, fair game, " you laugh it off. Mikey puts a reassuring arm around your shoulders as Donnie places his legs on your laps.
"We do have swimwear, so you don’t need to worry about that. And you were right about using only water to clean it, as human products tends to make us itchy afterwards. There are some types of oil we use sometimes to nourish our shells, however. I think the only thing we might need to look into is new brushes. The ones we have are, hum, barely hanging on."
You send a quick text to Casey and April to let them know about the plan after making a short list of supplies with Leo, who ended up agreeing.
It didn’t take that much convincing.
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Saturday came fast. After getting all the necessary supplies with Casey, you both made your wait to the lair to join April. They had both agreed to help you in your task, because 'damn, they really need some appreciation'.
"When do you think they'll be back?" You ask Splinter as he offers you a cup of spiced tea.
"Usually around one in the morning, unless they were delayed."
Unless something went wrong.
But those dark thought quickly faded away as you heard the faint echo of Mikey's laughter as he recalled their night. Light chatter filled the room as they took off their gear and put away their weapons, and April hushed them to get changed and take a quick shower so they could get started and finally have some sort of a break.
You could see they were excited as they each went their own way, waiting for their turn to the shower.
When you live in the sewers and try to turn it into a living space, you have to do what you can with what you have. And sometimes, what you have is a large space that you can turn into a huge bathroom, with multiple showers and a large bathtub; but what you don't have is privacy. So big communal bathroom it is.
In this specific case, it's a good thing, because it means you can all chill together as you get to work on their shells. Once everyone was settled in, April motioned them to sit on some of the chairs you put up. She opens the bag Casey and you brought and starts getting the multiple brushes and bottle out.
"You have to understand that you guys are, uh, gigantic. So try to stay at our level, okay? And stay put, please. Anyway, here is what we've got for you: there are multiple brushes - one of each type for each of you - and some are harder than the others. Don't worry, we'll try not to scrub your shell off of you," she winks at that, and holds back a laugh at Raph's worried expression.
She continues. "We also found the oil Donnie told us about, and we bought multiple bottles. You'll have a stack for next time." She then gets one last bottle out that she puts aside.
"That one is for Splinter. To make his fur all soft and shiny," you butt in with an innocent smile. The old man deserves a treat too.
Casey laughs at that and says, "So, there's tree of us and four of you. Who is okay waiting for his turn?"
Silence.
After a solid minute, Leonardo sighs and volunteers to let his brothers enjoy a well deserved spoiling session. Mikey, instead of sitting on a chair like a normal person, choose instead to lay down on the bathroom floor.
"You said it was basically a massage, right? Now it really feels like it!"
"Oh, good idea. I'm this close to getting a pillow and having the nap of my life," Donnie says, putting his fingers together.
"Your fingers are touching."
"I know," he gives you a side smile as he starts to get up, but you quickly bring him back to reality. "But there's gonna be water everywhere?" You sit down next to where he just was and watch as he goes back to where he sat, sending you a disapproving side glance.
"Let a turtle dream, will you?" He lays down on his stomach, puts his head on his arms, and scouts closer to you.
You watch Raph get settled on a chair next to Casey, putting his arms on the backrest as April hands you one of the harder brushes. Leo makes a quick trip to the kitchen and brings back some water, a few snacks, and a copy of Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne.
"Again," you start. "There's gonna be water everywhere. Are you sure bringing a book here is a good idea?"
He gives you a sly smile. "Gotta live up to my name."
What?
"What?"
"You know," Mikey interrupts. "Fearless."
"Oh. Right. Well, don't come crying when you drop it into a puddle then." But you offer him a plastic bag anyway, to hold his book with it in case he wets his hands.
"You sure you're okay waiting?" Casey asks him as he starts pouring water over Raph's back.
"Yeah, don't worry. I have things to keep me busy anyway."
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It took one swipe of the brush from April for Mikey to start... what was the word? Churring.
A low rumble coming from his throat that had kind of the same function as a cat's purr, Donnie explained. It was an expression of contentment or happiness, that sometimes even happended when they needed reassurance.
Adorable.
"I can't believe you guys can purr and never told me." Raph doesn't even bother opening his eyes when he answers you, "We knew you'd take advantage of that. Didn't want to be babied by the tiniest human we ever met."
Asshole.
You went back and forth with the gruff turtle, always in good spirit though. Conversations flowed, laughter were exchanged, and everyone managed to lighten up. Master Splinter joined the group at some point, and was just glad to spend some time with his family - all of it. He also started to take cared of Leo’s dorsal, to his delight.
You don't exactly know when, but some time after Donnie started to let go some soft churrs as you scrubbed the dirt off of his shell, you stopped listening to the current topic and started to really focus on your task.
Scrapping the dirt hidden in between every crevice, rubbing the largest scales, you were surprised by the look of the bare shell of your nerdy friend. You never really stopped to observe this particular feature the four brothers harbored, not only out of decency, but also because it was always covered. Gear and clothes, backpack and tech, dirt and blood, there was always something hiding the intricate patterns of their shells.
You unconsciously slowed down to really take in what you were seeing, your fascination and curiosity taking over your wish to help.
"I don't know why, but I never expected your shell to be so colorful," you say after wiping away the dirty water from the left side of his back. You didn’t mean to say it at loud, but he doesn't answer you. However, you do get something from Mikey.
"Man, you should see mine! Don helped me create an organic paint so I can paint my shell without hurting myself with a bunch of chemicals, and it looks sooo damn good-"
"Shh!"
"... Did they- Did you just shush me?"
"Shhh!" You whisper yell this time. You then give a side glance toward the sleeping turtle under you.
"Annw. Good luck waking him up."
"Yeah, I'm... not doing that. He needs his sleep," you laugh quietly.
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It took the three of you around an hour to deep clean their shells. Even Raph was finally letting go and softly churring at the end. Mikey was loud enough to have trouble speaking, and Donnie was still asleep. Splinter was still working meticulously on his son, who, he could tell, had a hard time holding back the content churrs that threatened to spill out.
You get up and strech, feeling your joints crack and already anticipating how sore you’ll be tomorrow. The muscles in your arms were burning, and you couldn’t feel your butt anymore, but it was worth it. You’ve never seen the four mutants so relaxed before.
Remembering the oils, you went toward the towels to dry your friend’s back and give the final touch to, what you’d grow to refer to, your work of art. You gave a few head scratches to Raph, who was dozing off with a lazy smile, and went back to Donatello. You slowly dried his dorsal when you felt him shift under your hands.
"Hey buddy," you speak softly. He whispers a ‘hey’ you can barrely hear.
"I’m almost done. I just have to put the oil, then you can let it dry and go to sleep, okay ? " You open the bottle and get a paintbrush, with which you start coating his shell with a thin layer of oil. You can hear his soft churrs start again.
Casey accidentally dropped the bottle of oil on Raph’s back and was desperatly trying to gather as much as he could. "Shi- Fuck, wait-"
"Here, give me some. Thanks to you, I don’t have to open mine, " April said with a smirk. She helped him clean up before going back to Mikey, who raised himself on his forearms and watched the scene unfold with a tired smile.
It took only around twenty minute to put the oil on their shells and get it almost dried up. Once it was done, you helped Splinter and Casey clean up as April let her dizzy friends hold onto her, guiding them on their way to their room. Once it was all done, you waved Leo good night as Raph ruffled your hair and went to sleep. Mikey gave you a big hug and thanked you for the ‘bonker idea’ and made you promise to do it again soon, which you agreed on.
April was already sleeping in the big armchair next to the couch, Casey in a sort of little nest of blankets and pillows at her feet. As you made your way to the couch – your makeshift bed for the night – Donnie was passed out cold on it already. And, boy, does he takes up a lot of space.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Splinter standing next to you. "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his bed for the night. "
"I– are you sure ? "
"He stole yours. He’ll live. " A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he guided you to your friend’s room, offering you a spare blanket and pillow. "Have a good night, Y/N. You know where to find me if you need anything."
”Thank you, Master Splinter.” You can feel your eyelid close on their own, and decide to finally call it a night. You got settled as best you could in the bed, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
A warm breakfast would await you in the morning.
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random hot takes i have cause i’m bored and emotionally dead:
-i literally cannot stand any leo ship other than leolotus, especially if it involves 87 leonardo. i’m sorry but it has made me physically nauseous before. shipping as a joke or a small crush on someone else is fine but pls don’t bother me about other leo ships it’s too much for me. ((i won’t hate u if u ship other ships dw <3 i just ask not to be bothered by it)
-i’ve already ranted about this so i won’t go into depth but i hate the 2012 season 4 finale (moreso requiem than owari but owari still bothers me). i think in general? i think 2012’s writing is mindbogglingly bad after they leave the farmhouse in season 3, but that doesn’t mean i don’t still enjoy a lot of it. just don’t expect me to drop the issues that bother me. season 1 is my baby tho and i’ll defend it to my dying day.
-2012 apritello is good. they just had to go through character development. my only issue with it is that their entire situation was pushed to the background so ppl only notice their development if they’re paying attention to april and donnie the whole time (like i do).
-1987 treats its girl characters better than the other shows which is shocking.
-capril sucks. i have literally never liked it or was just neutral to it. i got close to liking them in idw but then casey became a jerk.
-that said i don’t like shipping casey or april with the turtles with the one exception of 2012 apritello.
-i think 03 casey and splinter are annoying.
-2012 casey is best casey :p
-2012 michelangelo pisses me off. he has some good lines here and there and sometimes has fun dynamics with other characters but in general he’s just an ableist representation of adhd and he literally never faces consequences for his mistakes and instead everything works out for him so he never grows. like literally he stays the same throughout the show. also i dislike his actor sorry :p and his entire dynamic with renet just ruins renet as a character and it bothers me.
-i forget rise exists most of the time tbh. it’s good but like. i forget. also rise leo and donnie’s writing bothers me anyway-
-1987 content needs to sTOP mischaracterizing raphael PLS PLS PLS. “michelangelo is the jokester and raphael groans at his jokes” NO!!! raphael is the jokester so he gets upset when his brothers make stupid jokes bc that’s HIS thing !!!!!! and he’s not angry in the same way other raphaels are except in red sky when he was angry that they became villains in society’s eyes!!! but otherwise he’s emotional and whiny but not angry!!!
-leonardo is best when he’s a dork. he wants to do the right thing but will be a frickin idiot about it but - oh wait buddy don’t do that no wait put the sword down hold on-
-the turtles should never have blue eyes but especially not michelangelo.
-ramona is great but it’s okay for them to just be friends too. either way they slay <3
-lotus blossom and jhanna are the most under appreciated characters in tmnt give them some respECT-
-i think howie should come back. not bc he’s a good character i just wanna see what would happen.
-i hate koya. so much.
-mondo/mikey makes me rlly uncomfortable. it feels exactly like leo/venus since they mutated in the same place so mondo feels like a long lost sibling …
-this is literally just my take and i don’t expect others to agree but like. the 1987 team is the only version of tmnt where i feel like every turtle is equally likable and works as a unit best. like i like 03, but i don’t especially get attached to mikey? he’s good but compared to the other 03 turtles he’s just not my fav. same with 2012 but more extreme since it has rlly good raph, donnie, and leo,, but like i said i really dislike mikey. and then i’m not rlly attached to the rise turtles except mikey. the 87 team tho is all great.
-while i rlly love rise casey, i think waiting to reveal she was casey was a bad idea. i think she should’ve been introduced as casey or should’ve been a different character,,,
-i like red sky but the last episode was a disappointment,, also where are all my fav side characters 😭
-the turtles should never be tall they will always be lil guys to me. they should be under 5 ft plsssss
-not a hot take just a hc that was recently revealed to me and i think it’s genius: the 5th turtle kirby (like from 90s concept art) should be the donatello clone from 1987. like hello??? that’s genius pls watch the clone donatello episode
-if i see yall reducing mm april to just be shipped with leo i will end yall.
-lotus blossom is an interesting character even without her connection to leonardo and i wish everyone would notice !!!!
-not a hot take but rob paulsen should be in every tmnt thing we should make it tradition.
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