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mad4turtles · 1 year ago

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Would LOVE to know if the reason Casey Jr looks “haunted” in that second final line of your most recent Rise one-shot (part 18, if you happen to add another before seeing this!) is if, despite different circumstances and timing and just about everything, Future Donnie did the exact same thing to the exact same bull yokai.

A beloved universal constant.

.... ummmmmm... HOLY CRAP. So, this turned into a 9-page THESIS.

I cannot tell you how INSPIRED i was by this, holy stinking super crap! This hit me like a bus, and I thank you so much for gifting me with this opportunity!

Enjoy some more Donnie being a bamf!

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A Beloved Universal Constant

“—but you won't listen to reason, you stubborn fool!”

The yelling wakes Casey up with a gasp. Master Donatello hasn't had time to soundproof certain sections in their newest base, and right now, Casey can hear General Bostarus' booming voice down the hall from the children's sleeping quarters.

He's not the only one roused by the noise, his friends rubbing their eyes or whimpering in fright. But he's the only one to get up and investigate. If not out of pure curiosity (Auntie April tells him it'll get him in trouble one day), then because he can hear Uncle Leo shouting, too.

(It's been like this for a while. Ever since they'd had to flee from the last base over a month ago. Casey remembers it well. He sees it every time he shuts his eyes.

He remembers the screeching alarms, people shouting and screaming that the Krang were coming. He remembers lights flickering as the Krang drilled through earth and steel, trying to dig them up or bury them alive. He remembers his mother gathering their meagre possessions, scooping him into her arms before running like a bat out of hell with the rest of the colony through the evacuation route.

He remembers the walls caving in and more screaming as the lights went out. He remembers clinging to his mother's shirt as he wailed, terrified that the boogeyman from his nightmares was right above them, screeching and hungry.

He remembers a flash of vibrant red, a behemoth in the shape of a spiky turtle filling up the space, holding up the rubble with glowing hands and shouting, “GO!”

He remembers his mother staring wide-eyed at the glowing turtle before setting her jaw, nuzzling him, kissing his hair and whispering their family's mantra in his ear, whispering “I love you”, before passing him and her mask off to Master Leonardo. He remembers watching her and a handful of others following her back into the glowing red tunnel with a warrior cry, weapons raised high. He remembers Master Leonardo screaming at her and the red giant to come back, you assholes, don't do this to me, don't do this, YOU CAN'T LEAVE US, RAPH—!

He remembers the red giant's smile, brighter than his body and warmer than any campfire, right before the Krang broke through and closed the cave off.

That was the last time Casey ever saw Uncle Raphael or his Mom.

Everything's felt off since then. People are tense, afraid, sad or constantly arguing over things Casey doesn't understand. One of the Yokai Generals, a giant bull named Bostarus, keeps bothering Casey's uncles to the point where even Master Michelangelo, the most peaceable of the turtles, looks ready to throttle him. Again, Casey doesn't understand why, but apparently, it's come to a head now.

The yelling gets louder as Casey draws closer to the makeshift war room. He's still a ninja novice, but he's proud of himself when no one hears or sees him sneaking out and peering around the corner. Then again, it could be because everyone's shouting so they can't hear him, but still. It's a win!

It feels less like a win when he sees the General, big and buff, littered with scars and a heart-shaped tattoo on his neck, throwing his massive horns about with rage and towering over his stone-faced Uncle Leo. Uncle Donatello, as usual, stands right beside him. He looks bored, but his hands folded behind his shell clench hard enough that the knuckles are white. Master Michelangelo and Auntie April hover behind, looking ready to strangle the bull with mystic chains or beat him to a pulp. The room split nearly in half on each side like they were gearing up to fight.

This baffles Casey because the enemy should be the Krang. Not each other.

“I don't want to speak for everyone,” Uncle Leo says with forced calm, “but I'm pretty sure everything you've just said is not only outrageous, insane and impractical but so incredibly racist that I'm surprised you've lasted his long as a General without being shanked like a Caesar salad dressing.”

Casey has no idea what that means, but it makes a few in the room chuckle. Even Uncle Donatello cracks a grin.

Bostarus snorts. “I've lasted this long because my people are strong. Our forces rallied, ready to defend and fight the day the Krang came to our world while the humans ran about like headless chickens, screaming and crying for their 'leaders' to save them! Even now, they continue to deplete our resources like rodents, unable to survive the way we yokai have been forced to for centuries because of them—”

Uncle Leonardo steps forward with a violent hiss that sends shivers down Casey's spine. “Half of our forces, if not more, are made up of humans,” he seethes. “We have refugees seeking sanctuary here, families, children, and trained combatants fighting and dying for our cause, our planet, just like the yokai. And you're suggesting we turn them away? Because of an old grudge that shouldn't matter in the face of an alien invasion? I must ask, General, if you're under the influence of hallucinogenics for even suggesting something so disgusting.”

“I beg your pardon, boy?”

“I'm asking you if you are high, you absolute douche-canoe,” Uncle Leo spits. Casey fights a giggle. “And I may be whole decades younger, but I'm still the leader of the Resistance. I earned my stripes and fought to be here just like you. You're in my house now, asshole. Show some respect.”

Wow, Casey thinks. He's so cool. Even when he's mad.

Bostaurus snorts hard enough to send Uncle Leo's mask tails fluttering. The turtle doesn't flinch, not even when the bull stomps the distance between them and gets right in his face, Casey's Uncle stands straight and tall like a mountain, infallible, immovable.

Then Bostarus grins wide and nasty and says, “Why should I respect a cowardly fool who lets his brother die for his mistakes?”

The room goes cold. No one breathes. Casey shakes.

Uncle Donatello's jaw clenches hard enough that veins bludge in his neck. And Uncle Leo—he goes white. His face goes slack with horror, and he takes a step back—

Auntie April and Master Michelangelo start shouting, throwing nasty words that Casey's never even heard of. The room goes ballistic, tables and chairs screeching as people get up in arms.

Bostarus stands back with folded arms, looking smug, and Casey wants to hit him.

“What's wrong, turtle?” he taunts. “Nothing to say? Too afraid to admit that your failure cost you your—?”

“Enough.”

The room falls deathly quiet. Casey flinches. He's never heard Uncle Donatello's voice sound like that before. It's dark and cold. And when he lifts his head to meet Bostarus' eyes, his eyes are even darker behind the flash of mystic purple swirling in golden irises.

But Bostarus doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, he huffs again. “Oh, what? Is the hermit scientist going to tell me I'm wrong—?”

“Yes, I am.” Donatello steps right up to the bull so they're toe to hoof. Uncle Donnie is as tall and taut with muscle as his twin brother, but he's lean where Leo is broad, organised chaos with streamlined tech all over his body where Leo is worn and ravaged from battle and time spent on the wastelands of the surface. To those who don't know them well, the elder twin cuts a slightly less intimidating figure than his leader.

Casey watches him now and wonders how anyone could think that.

“Everything that has come out of that crevice you call a mouth has been wrong,” the softshell continues in a bored drawl. His clenched fists are white-knuckled. “It was wholly biased and downright hateful to the point that I wonder how you rose to your station in the first place. Certainly not due to your skills and intuition as a figure of authority, or lack thereof. And if you continue to run said mouth, I assure you, you will not enjoy the consequences. So do yourself and all of us a favour and shut it.”

“Stand down, Donatello,” Uncle Leonardo says, but he sounds tired, reaching for his twin's hand and gently pulling. “Just drop it. It's not worth—”

Uncle Donnie whips his head around to glare at Uncle Leo, golden eyes hot with fury. Uncle Leo, and everyone behind him, flinch. Even Commander O'Neil looks pale.

Again, Bostarus doesn't get the message and chuckles. “Better listen to your 'leader', hermit. Probably the smartest thing he's ever—”

Casey sees the second Uncle Donatello snaps.

Between one breath and the next, Uncle Donnie picks up the table—the long metal one that had taken seven human men to haul inside—and slams it at Bostarus' face.

“Shit—!” Auntie April yelps, jumping back as the bull flies to the back wall, nose and forehead dripping with blood. Master Michelangelo squeaks, leaping into the air and staying there.

Uncle Leo's eyes are huge. “Donnie, what the fu—?!”

Uncle Donnie stomps over to the slumped bull, yanking a metal chair as he goes. He stands over Bostarus right as he's remembering who he is, raising the chair over his head. The yokai's eyes go wide.“Wait—!”

Uncle Donnie slams the chair down over Bostarus' face hard enough that Casey can feel his bones rattling. He brings it down again on his shoulder, on his kneecap, his arm, again and again and again, ignoring the shouts and cries for him to stop goddammit what the hell are you doing—!

Casey can't see his Uncle's face from here, but if even Bostarus is quaking and begging, he thinks he's better off not knowing.

“Donatello, enough!”

It takes Uncle Leo yanking him away by the rim of his battle shell to get Uncle Donnie to stop, ripping the bloodstained chair from his trembling hands. Even then, he has to physically hold him back as he hisses bloody murder at Bostarus. “Enough, stop, Donnie, stop! You'll freaking kill him—!”

“Give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn't.”

“Because murder?!”

Bostarus is helped to his feet, shaking, bloody and unsteady, by his men. His left eye is swollen shut, and his right horn bends at an odd angle. “What—” he coughs, and Casey swears he sees a tooth go flying, “What—in spirits name are you doing, boy? You—you have any idea who you're—”

Uncle Donnie shrugs off Leo's hands and stalks towards the wounded Yokai, who goes very, very still. Now Casey can see his Uncle's eyes blazing like embers, and yeah, it's terrifying.

“You seem to be grossly misinformed,” he says lowly, but his voice carries in the silence, “so allow me to do what was once typical of my generation and educate you.”

He holds up a finger. “Number one: I don't give two shits about who you are. You are not my leader, you are a wannabe General from an allied colony. I don't answer to you. Number two—” another finger—“Leonardo made a mistake. He didn't know what was at stake until it was too late. None of us did. And yet he's here, leading the only Resistance faction left in America, fighting side by side with humans, mutants and yokai for our planet. You have no right to belittle and humiliate him when he's doing more for our cause than you ever will with your small-minded, ignorant beliefs that will absolutely get you killed.

“And Number three,” he holds up his last finger and leans in close. Bostarus doesn't move. “If you ever come at my brother like that again, I will make a Krang labour camp look like a godsend. You will wake up every day begging for death, and when I finally grant your wish, no one will miss you when you're gone. Are we clear, General?”

Casey watches as General Bostarus, one of their strongest fighters, known for his ferocity against the Krang forces over the last ten years, cowers under Uncle Donatello's glare and nods.

Casey beams. “Holy shit.”

Every head whirls to the doorway. Donnie's murderous scowl drops in favour of comically wide eyes when he sees Casey peering around the corner. Mom used to call it his 'Oh Shit, a Child' face.

Uncle Leo recovers first, shaking his head and turning to Bostarus' pitiful form. “This meeting is over. Anything else you need to say can wait until some of your teeth grow back. Or just send a strongly worded email, I don't care. Go get yourself cleaned up.”

Bostarus looks like he wants to say something. Uncle Donnie looks at him, a spark of mystic purple in his eyes. The bull shuts up, letting himself be led out of the room and down the hall, limping with every step.

Uncle Leo lets out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing his face with one hand. Behind him, people set upon fixing the room, setting chairs upright and trying to lift the table to no avail. “Christ on a bicycle, I hate that guy,” he mutters. Then he turns to Casey, now out of hiding, pulling on the 'disappointed Sensei' face he wears whenever Casey does something stupid, marching closer and folding his arms. “As for you, Casey Jones, what are you doing out of bed?”

Casey tugs at the hem of his shirt and shrugs. “Heard you yelling, 'n it woke me up.”

Instantly, Uncle Leo's stern frown drops into a grimace. “Eugh boy. That loud, huh? We really need to soundproof these rooms.” He leans down and scoops Casey up. Casey squeaks, latching onto his Uncle's shoulders for balance; Uncle Leo's face melts into a smile as he boops their noses together. “And where did you hear that kind of talk, eh? Certainly not from your incredibly responsible, awesome, handsome Uncle Leo, right?”

Despite everything, Uncle Leo can still make Casey laugh with a smirk and a stupid joke. “Nah, Uncle Mike said it 'n told me not to say it, 'n not to tell you he said it.”

His uncles and aunt all glare at a floating, very meek Master Michelangelo. “Dude!” he cries. “Snitch!”

Casey giggles again. “Sorry! Oh oh, Uncle Donnie!

“Casey Jones,” Uncle Donnie replies, typing away on his vambrace, apparently done with this whole situation but not enough to ignore Casey.

“Can you teach me how to throw a table like that?”

Uncle Donnie freezes. “Uh—”

“That was—uh, sick! Yeah, sick! You got Mister Bostarus good! Just like you wanted to!”

Uncle Leo raises an eye ridge. “Oh?” he says, craning his neck to look at Uncle Donnie, who starts to sweat. He doesn't look scary now. He just looks scared as Uncle Leo grins wide. “Is that right?”

“Casey Jones Jr,” Uncle Donnie hisses—not unkind, just desperate—“I swear to the god that forsook us you will be eating rocks for breakfast for a year!”

Casey is six years old. He is the son of Cassandra Jones and a beloved nephew to three mutant turtles and their human sister. His sensei (and godfather—or just father in every way that matters) is one Hamato Leonardo, who is what many call a 'Little Shit'.

Therefore, Casey Jones Jr is also a Little Shit.

“Uncle Donnie used to call him a—uh—a bullshitting bitchless bitch, and the only way he'd ever get laid is—is to rest. I think that's what he said. I don't know what it means.”

Leo's jaw drops. There's a loud bark of laughter from the back, which starts a chain of hysterical laughter that fills the room. It's far louder than the yelling and screaming prior, and it rings in Casey's ears. But Uncle Leo is smiling and laughing so hard his wrinkles seem to fade. Auntie April and Uncle Mikey kick their feet wildly on the floor, and Uncle Donnie hides his red face behind his hands.

It's all so delightful, so Casey counts it as a win.

Then he taps Uncle Leo's shoulder, waiting for the slider to stop laughing long enough to lean in as Casey whispers, “You were cool, Sensei. So was Uncle Donnie! He's the best!”

And Uncle Leo's face does—something as he turns to look at the softshell. Uncle Mikey hangs off him, needling him about his horrible influence while grinning like a loon. April hip-checks him hard enough that he nearly falls over. He scowls and yells something unheard over the persisting laughter, but then he meets Leo's gaze, and his expression softens. His snout twists into a small but real smile, one Casey knows is reserved only for them.

And Uncle Leo's eyes shine as he smiles back. “Yeah,” he says, nosing Casey's hair. “Yeah. He is.”

~0o0~

As the years pass, Casey grows and moves with the tides of the Resistance. General Bostarus and his group eventually leave the Liberty Island colony to rebuild their own. He dies in battle weeks later, he and his men picked off one by one in a violent ambush that left no survivors.

Donatello dies before Casey's fourteenth birthday. A part of Master Leonardo dies with him.

Casey doesn't remember much of his early childhood. After Donatello's death, many try not to cling too tight to the little things or the past. Look toward the future and hold onto hope.

It broke his heart when he found out one day that he barely remembered his Mom or Uncle Raph. He couldn't recall how they sounded, smelled or felt like. But he never forgot that final smile before the earth caved in. He'll never forget Mom's words—

"Anata wa hitori janai.”

You are not alone.

He lived by that. They all did. It was their war cry to the demons that sought to end them and everything they knew for no reason beyond the need to conquer and destroy. It was their shield beside their greatest weapon.

Casey never forgot that. Even after leaving his destroyed world and saving the new one, he holds that memory, and many others of his old family, close to his heart.

Then one day, many years in the past, a world saved and a family unbroken, Raphael asks—

“So, how'd it go at Hueso's?”

“Donnie pulled a John Cena and made a bull yokai his bitch with a chair.”

Casey coughs up his cherry Dr Pepper.

No way. There's no freaking way.

Amid the spluttering and laughter, Casey reaches over to tap Leo's shoulder. “Wait, wait—a bull yokai? What did he look like?”

Leo swallows a mouthful of pizza before speaking. “Kinda like Bullhop—you've met him, right?—only like twice as big, nose ring, kinda blue-ish fur, some bigass horns and, uhh... I think he had a tattoo on his neck?”

A tattoo. “Was it a bull inside a love heart with 'Mom' written under it in cursive?”

Leo pauses. “Yeaahhh,” he says slowly. “Do you know him?”

Casey nods, and he can't stop the grin that splits his face. “Yeah! In the future, he was one of the leaders of a smaller Yokai colony from the BogWater region—that used to be New Jersey before it flooded with toxic Krang refuse from the ships.”

“Wow,” Mikey whistles. “Even in the future they can't catch a break.”

April snickers. “And that bull guy Donnie John Cena'd was a war general?”

“Yeah! And he and Master Leonardo were like worst enemies! You guys hated each other!”

That quiets the room instantly. The smiles fall, and dread taints the air. Casey winces. Maybe he could've worded that better.

“Oh god,” Donnie drops his head into his hands, “Did I set the wheels of another apocalypse into motion?”

“No, no, nonono, not at all!” Casey stammers, waving his hands. “We're perfectly safe, I promise!”

There's a collective sigh as everyone relaxes.

“Spirits, child,” Draxum says with feeling. “Be mindful of your words.”

Casey scratches the back of his head meekly. “Sorry, sorry. But there isn't anything to worry about. Despite his size and strength, General Bostarus was mostly all talk off the battlefield. Master Donatello used to tell me that he was a—what was it? A 'bullshitting bitchless bitch, and the only way he'll ever get laid is to rest? I never got that, but—”

Aaannd Raph has soda coming out of his nose. Draxum chokes on air. Mikey, April and Cassandra start shrieking. Splinter rolls under his chair, cackling. Donnie looks ecstatic.

“Jeezy heckin' creezy—Donnie!” Leo manages through his wheezing laughter, tears running down his face. “A bitchless—heeheehee—laid to rest, I can't—god—!”

“Good to know my creative insults were still the toppest of notches even at the end of the world,” Donnie preens, examining his nails as Leo clings to him for balance. Donnie lets him and turns back to Casey. “Sidebar, how did you know it was the same bull yokai based on what Leo said?”

Casey grins like a shark.

Donnie stiffens. Leo stops laughing, and everyone sits up.

“No.”

Casey nods. “Yes.”

Leo's jaw drops. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

Donnie throws up his arms, nearly smacking Leo in the face. “Freaking how?!”

Casey giggles. “It was kinda epic. One of my favourite memories from my childhood. Wanna hear it?”

“Um, is water freaking wet?” Leo bounces in place, beaming like a loon and clinging tight to a tolerant Donnie. “Yes.”

Casey takes up the seiza position, hands on his lap as he clears his throat. “Very well,” he says, adopting the tone Donatello would use whenever he sat down to tell them stories of the Before Times; enthralling, dramatic and everything that made him the Uncle Donnie he misses fiercely. “Gather 'round.”

Everyone shuffles in their seats and leans in. Splinter scurries from under his chair and settles beside Mikey, who automatically wraps his arms around his Papa to lean against him. Only then does Casey begin.

“Let us set the scene. It was the year of our lord 2038—“ A few snickers float, and Casey lets himself grin. He's hamming it up, but he can't help it. It's one of his favourites.

“The Resistance is still going strong, despite the Krang's efforts to snuff us out. War parties and colonies travel from all over the world in search of sanctuary. One in particular, led by General Bostarus of the BogWater region, found refuge with the Liberty Island colony the year before, and things were going well. Until a Krang pack discovered us, leading to the loss of our headquarters. After establishing a new base, things became tense within the higher rankings. And General Bostarus had a lot to say to the younger Resistance leader, Master Leonardo...”

(He leaves out the part where Raph and Cass had stayed behind to fend them off. They were hailed as heroes for their sacrifice. But what's a hero to the broken hearts of the family left behind?

He also leaves out Bostarus' snide remarks. He'd seen the lingering shadows in Leo's eyes and thought history's repeated itself enough in that regard.)

By the end, Leo and Donnie are all but leaning on each other, arms linked, Leo's bad leg draped over Donnie's lap, a look on their faces Casey can't quite name. The others range from proud to once again laughing themselves silly.

“Damn,” April hoots, wiping a tear from her eye with a finger. “Disaster Twins gonna disaster no matter what time branch, huh?”

“Bet,” Raph chuckles. “It's a—what's it called—a universal congress?”

“A universal constant,” Donnie corrects shortly, rolling his eyes and leaning fully against Leo like it's nothing for his usual aversions, tugging the slider closer.

And Casey is there to witness another impossible repeat as Leo leans his head against Donnie's shoulder, wearing that same look on his face that's softer and warmer than any flamboyant mask he wears. And Donnie looks back, his snout twisting in a smile—it's bigger than what Casey remembers from his past, younger and freer without the burden of trying to save a dying world. But the love is as real and intense as it had been there, near the end of it all, as it is here where they won.

Casey's eyes burn. He smiles.

Leo notices Casey's stare. He smiles back.

Then he asks, “So, did future Donbon ever teach you how to yeet big, heavy shit at people?”

Casey barks a watery laugh. “Yeah, he did. Wanna see?”

“Don't ask stupid questions, Jr.”

“Cool. Hey, Raph, can you come here for a sec? I wanna yeet you like a table.”

“You wanna what me like a what?!”

(And while Casey proceeds to, in fact, yeet a screaming Raphael like a table, Donnie and Leo stay cuddled close on the couch, hands linked.

Casey spares them one last look over his shoulder at the impossible, beloved universal constant and calls it a universal win.)

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Reblogs are appreciated! Feel free to send more prompts <3

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #my writing #disaster twins #future disaster twins #rottmnt movie #THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE #this is so LONG #but i regret nothing XD

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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A Heart Of Sunflower

by Knight_Of_Breath

“A likely story,” Robin says, taking a few tense steps towards the bed Mikey is on. Oh, wow. He sounds like a posh ten year old. “It fell directly into the batcave, it’s a little too convenient.” Mikey’s thoughts pause. Mikey was portaled into the batcave? Leo, what the shit?

Also, two months after the invasion, Batman wants to know about the things that took down the Aliens. The turtles want a small mission to get back into hero-ing. When neither of those things go right, and Mikey is the only one who made it out, and he must work with the Batfam to get his brothers, and their father, back.

Words: 1882, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Michelangelo (TMNT), Damian Wayne, Leonardo (TMNT), Jason Todd, Donatello (TMNT), Dick Grayson, Raphael (TMNT), Tim Drake, April O'Neil (TMNT), Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Cassandra Cain, Casey Jones (TMNT), Stephanie Brown, Splinter | Lou Jitsu, Barbara Gordon, Hamato Yoshi | Splinter, Duke Thomas, Baron Draxum (TMNT), Casey Jones Jr. (TMNT), Batcow, Lex Luthor

Relationships: Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael (TMNT), Batfamily Members & Other(s), Damian Wayne & Damian Wayne's Pets, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson & Jason T. & Damian W., Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & April O'Neil & Raphael (TMNT), Casey Jones & Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit & April O'Neil & The Turtles (TMNT)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Good Sibling Michelangelo (TMNT), How Do I Tag, Coming of Age, Post ROTTMNT Movie (2022), Damian Wayne is Robin, Hurt Michelangelo (TMNT), Protective Michelangelo (TMNT), Michelangelo-centric (TMNT), BAMF Michelangelo (TMNT), Autistic Michelangelo (TMNT), Michelangelo Has ADHD (TMNT), Nonbinary Michelangelo (TMNT), Genderfluid Michelangelo (TMNT), Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Kidnapping, Experimentation, No Beta We Die Like Jason Todd Damien Wayne ect, no beta we die like gramgram, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45354259

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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theiceemperor · 2 years ago

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WHUMPTOBER 2022 MASTERPOST

In total, I've written 38 061 words for Whumptober 2022. The number kinda takes my breath away, because all of this was written in one single month, and I feel like this October was my most productive month in years. And while I didn't become a completionist, as I've intended, it's still most of the prompts done. (I do plan to write the rest of the fics for the rest of the prompts, though.)

First is the day and its prompt(s).

Then the relationships/relevant characters.

Then fandom.

Then other relevant tags.

And then a link to AO3 where you can read the story. :)

No. 1 “This wasn't supposed to happen.”

Horus & Bek, Horus/Bek

Gods of Egypt

read on AO3

No. 2 Nowhere to run | Caged | Confrontation

Cole & Lloyd Garmadon & Kai & Nya & Jay Walker & Zane

Ninjago

Zangst

read on AO3

No. 3 Impaled

Leonardo-centric

TMNT 2003

read on AO3

No. 4 Hidden Injury

Ratchet-centric

Transformers Prime

read on AO3

No. 5 Blood Loss

Hiccup-centric

HTTYD

read on AO3

No. 6 Proof of Life | Ransom Video

Peter Parker-centric

MCU, Spider-Man

Iron Dad and Spiderson-themed

read on AO3

No. 7 Shaking Hands | Silent Pannic Attack

Scott McCall-centric

Teen Wolf

read on AO3

No. 8 Back from the Dead

Scott McCall-centric

Teen Wolf

read on AO3

No. 9 Tossing and Turning

Slade Wilson & Oliver Queen, Slade Wilson/Oliver Queen

Arrow

possible to read both as romantic and platonic

read on AO3

No. 10 Taser

Leonardo-centric

TMNT Bayverse (2014 movie)

read on AO3

No. 11 Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid

Hiccup-centric

HTTYD

read on AO3

No. 12 What could go wrong?

Scott McCall & The McCall Pack

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall-centric

read on AO3

No. 13 “Are you here to break me out?”

Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael, Leonardo & Shredder

TMNT 2003

Leonardo-centric

read on AO3

No. 14 Failed Escape

Jack Darby-centric

Transformers: Prime

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No. 15 New Scars

Oliver Queen-centric

Arrow

read on AO3

No. 16 “No one's coming.”

Peter Parker-centric

MCU, Spider-Man

read on AO3

No. 17 Breaking Point

Clarke Griffin-centric

The 100

post Praimfaya

read on AO3

No. 18 Let's Break the Ice

Zane-centric

Ninjago

BAMF Zane and the Ice Emperor

read on AO3

No. 19 Knees Buckling

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Percy Jackson & Heroes of Olympus

Percy-centric

read on AO3

No. 20 Prisoner Trade

Hiccup-centric

HTTYD

read on AO3

No. 23 “Hold them down.” | Tied to a Table

Oliver Queen-centric

Arrow

read on AO3

No. 25 Lost Voice

Scott McCall-centric

Teen Wolf

read on AO3

No. 26 Rope Burns

Loki-centric

Thor (Movies), MCU

post-Thor 2011

read on AO3

No. 27 Pushed to the Limit | Muffled Screams

Percy Jackson-centric

Percy Jackson & Heroes of Olympus

read on AO3

No. 28 Anger Born of Worry

Percy Jackson & Clarisse La Rue

Percy Jackson & Heroes of Olympus

read on AO3

No. 29 “Better me than you.”

Leonardo & Raphael

TMNT 2003

read on AO3

No. 30 “Please don't touch me.”

Loki-centric

Thor (Movies), MCU

pre-canon

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No. 31 “You can rest now.”

Leonardo-centric

TMNT 2003

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#whumptober 2022 masterlist #whumptober2022 #windify writings #lmao yes it's december and I'm posting a whumptober masterlist #anyways

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tabsahoy76 · 1 year ago

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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Gen

Fandoms:

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018)Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media TypesTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2003)

Relationships:

Leonardo & Raphael (TMNT)Donatello & Raphael (TMNT)Michelangelo & Raphael (TMNT)

Characters:

Raphael (TMNT)Leonardo (TMNT)Donatello (TMNT)Michelangelo (TMNT)Splinter (TMNT)April O'Neil (TMNT)Casey Jones (TMNT)Agent John Bishop (TMNT)

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personne-reblogs · 2 years ago

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Update (movie spoilers)

Everyone's gut reaction to finding out Raph is being possessed by the Krang is various stages of shock, unease, fear and guilt but Mikey has just seen his protective big brother beat the shit out of his own family and as soon as the responsible shows up his first instinct is to lash out

The movie was my introduction to both the Rise variation and the TMNT universe. At the time I was a bit surprised that out of all of them, it was Mikey who seemed angered here. I knew very little about him and I was taken aback by the agressive tone. I genuinely expected him to be terrified, not furious.

Now that I have seen the show and rewatched the movie multiple times, this line feels so in character though.

He still is overwhelmed by the situation, and he is shocked and terrified alright, as we see him retreat in his shell mere moments later:

They are utterly defeated when they retreat, and Mikey needs physical comfort from Donnie and reassurance from Leo to get back on his feet.

But Mikey has been changing little by little, and that anger that bubbles deep inside him doesn't leave him from this point on. When Raph is freed, when they finally fight the Krang after they got they powers back, we can clearly see how mad he is.

As a comparison, here's what he looked like when we first (and last) saw him pull such a powerful move:

Of course, we know their combined mystic attacks against the Krang aren't enough in the end. Which leads to Leo sacrificing himself and leaving his family broken.

Mikey is horrified, but this time, it doesn't overcome him.

This time, he faces what's just happened head on.

And his rage is building up again.

I love the animation here so much. I love how Mikey's expression shifts from angered determination to fierce, victorious pettiness.

I love that this is the last thing Krang One saw of this planet before getting trapped again in the prison dimension. Outmatched and alone.

BAMF Rise Mikey is canon and I will prove it

Yes, it's all "he lifts a cargo ship" this, "he launches a whole building" that, and sure, it says a lot about just what he is capable of, but he does so with his usual humor and joyfulness.

What I mean here is that there are times even he stops playing around. Case in point: the season 2 finale.

When the fam gets to the Crying Titan, this is what they see:

And this is how they enter the scene:

This is a very cool moment in the show, with heroic music and witty lines, and the gang seems pumped up for the fight ahead. Raph is smiling confidently, Leo is smug, April rocks, Donnie puts up his unavailable bad boy image.

Mikey, though. We don't often see that look on his face. My boy is MURDEROUS.

Even as they strike their badass hero pose, he's uncharacteristically frowning, without a hint of a grin:

Which perhaps shouldn't be surprising at all. The Shredder is harming both his dads, after all. And we know how much they matter to him specifically.

Conclusion: don't mess with what's really important to Mikey.

You won't like that side of him.

#oof sorry long post #mikey #michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #bamf mikey #angry mikey #protective mikey #on the path of becoming the badassest mystic warrior of all times #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #spoilers #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

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meercacchi · 2 years ago

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“Donny—”

Whatever Leo sees when Don looks at him stops him. Mikey seems awed, and Raph whistles quietly. Don wonders what he’s done to cause such reactions—and then Leo smiles, pride eclipsing the worry of an older brother.

“We believe in you.”

—

In which the enemy underestimates Donatello—especially a Donatello that is hellbent on protecting his family.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt #donatello #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #i'm baaaack with bamf donny #this was simply my excuse to write bamf donny that is all #lots of fluff also bc we love the brot4 #drabble

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epicfirestormer · 4 years ago

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#i just finished reading tmnt last ronin #WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT #im so fuckin shook #what do you mean that was m i K E Y #?? IM LIKE??#I WAS CAUGHT FUCKIN OFFGUARD #I mean. im not complaining #hey this is just more Michelangelo content that I always wanted #my boi mikey is getting the screentime and attention he deserves #but also.#I. i really wish we got to see Mikey and his brothers just interact more #i live for their interactions #yeah April is cool and all #but s t i l l #the best way I can describe this comic is by a tag I saw from a Mikey-centric fic on ao3 #'mikey gets to be the BAMF in this universe'#'too bad everything else is terrible'#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt the last ronin #tmnt michelangelo #can you tell i have no idea on what to tage this with #tmnt idw #the fire burns #the fire crackles with joy #memes #shitpost #low quality shitpost

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catbowserauthor · 5 years ago

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Some Ki-Mastering by Mikey

For @brightlotusmoon I started dipping into some fun writing with this and this is what we got. Eh, I do not argue with the Mikey muses when they come calling. This was fun...

Everything hurt.

Absolutely everything hurt. It was a feeling that Mikey had grown accustomed to, him and his brothers had been getting battered, beaten and tossed around for years. You would think after dealing with a literal demon Shredder that dealing with an ambush by the Purple Dragons would be small potatoes but that was the lesson, he supposed.

Numbers mattered.

“You okay, Mikey?”

Donnie’s voice pried him back to the present and he blinked, once then twice to clear his head. The sounds of the battle sounded very far away and after a moment, he realized that they were in a small broken down balcony.

“Where’s the others? Where--” Standing up a bit too fast, Mikey winced as a surge of pain erupted from the very base of his skull. He whimpered and leaned back. “Bad plan, bad plan.”

“You’re lucky you’re up at all.” Donnie’s voice would have sounded all anger to anyone else but Mikey heard the concern in it. The relief that they were able to have this conversation at all. “I HEARD that crack.”

“Doesn’t feel like a crack.” Rubbing the tender portion of his skull, he found some bruising and yes, it was definitely going to leave a mark but he seemed otherwise intact. “We hafta help Leo and Raph!”

“Correction, I’m going to help them. I don't want you near that battle. Not until I’ve had a chance to look at your head.”

“Donnie--”

Oh, there was his ‘you’re going to see my temper in a minute’ look. One thing that they all feared and with good reason. He went silent. Slumping back against the wall, he gave a half nod, wincing in the process.

“Try to stay still, okay?”

That was all the warning Mikey got before Donnie vanished and the distinct sound of a wooden bo joining in with metal. There was shouting and screaming and kicks and groans.

Nope. He was not going to just sit here. He couldn’t, not with THAT going on!

Getting up took a minute because his head was convinced it was on a tilt-a-whirl but the rest of him had not been invited. Convincing the two halves to work together was quite a feat.

Getting closer was easier. In fact, each step felt easier.

He stopped listening and started feeling.

He’d not done it often. Not since that moment when he’d suddenly appeared by April. Had rightly freaked him out but being Mikey, he was not going to just let it sit at that. So, he’d been playing with it. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that it wasn't just people that had that weird feeling. Everything had it. Trees, animals, rivers...everything.

It made his head hurt from all the stimulation if he lingered in there too long.

Now though, as he approached his brothers, he found that while he could feel all these energies--plants, rocks, Purple Dragons, he could focus on just his brothers’. They lit up like Christmas Trees.

Especially Leo.

Donnie and Raph were like flickering candles, blazing bright and fierce for a moment then fading away to a dull throb that cast a half shadow. Leo though...his was steady and bright.

Yet still dull and unlike Mikey, he did not move.

Oh his body moved but aside from a sudden surge in brightness when he gave a ‘hi-ya!’ Leonardo’s ki stayed the same.

Mikey was astutely aware that his was moving, shifting changing. If his brothers were solid rocks, he was the river water that flowed around them.

Was that why everything was moving so slow?

As he made his way forward, the pain of his body faded until it was little more than a twang in the back of his mind. Like a fly buzzing about in a room full of blenders. You could hear it if you tried but it was insignificant so why bother?

Now, as he looked around, slipping under attacks that seemed to come as if through frozen ice they were so slow, he could see colors painted throughout the Purple Dragons.

After all, they had ki too.

And he could see...the places in their bodies where ki was most vulnerable. As if they were dancing around with clear targets painted on their skin. And the closer he got to the targets, his hands and legs and whole body felt hot and alive.

He didn't even have to connect with the first one when the energy seemed to pour out of his palm at will. The human didn’t even react but the ki in him turned dark and cold as he hit and passed through the stone walls of the nearby apartment building.

Mikey turned and struck the next.

Same result.

They were moving so ridiculously slow but so were his brothers for that matter. He knew he was the fastest but this gave new meaning to the word ‘slow.’ They might have well as been standing still.

Or...he pondered suddenly am I just moving too fast?

One after another, the Purple Dragons fell to him, as if he were doing a video game on demo mode. Nearly no resistance as ki went dark until finally it was only him and his brothers left. He turned around, looking, seeking out more enemies but there were none left. What had started as a near mini-army sized force was lying limp on the ground.

Surrounded by cars split in half. Buildings half shattered onto the ground. Lamp poles with broken lights and metal so tightly sliced it looked like a knife had plowed through it.

All of it had passed so simply for him but he got the distinct impression, judging by the reaction of his brothers’ energy, that it had been microseconds for them. How had...how had he moved so fast, been so strong...

He realized abruptly that the buzzing in the back of his head was louder and nearly deafening. His entire body felt like lead, as if he had been running miles and miles for hours. His lungs burned, his heart was pounding.

Everything was hot. Everything was like...like a fire inside him was bursting out, all at once.

At least this time he was glad to pass out.

#tmnt #michelangelo #I love Mikey #Mikey is a BAMF #mikey is protective #mikey is smart #Ki #Mikey mastering ki #psychic mikey #2003 Mikey deserved better #mikey is the best fighter

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brightlotusmoon · 2 years ago

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The birth of Doctor Delicate Touch.

Thanks, Townsend Coleman and voice director!

remembering the couple of times mikey got pissed off 😭

#this show is so out there i love the 87 series #tmnt 1987 was unhinged and perfect #merging 1987 and 2007 mikey into therapy mikey #tmnt mikey is a stoner #my babies #that show was a soap opera with mutants #bamf mikey #go mikey go #michelangelo the unpredictable wild child

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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A Heart Of Sunflower

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/i8ErWIB

by Knight_Of_Breath

Words: 1882, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/i8ErWIB

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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catbowserauthor · 5 years ago

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Mikey Learns Well--TMNT 1987 Snippet

@brightlotusmoon So, this is a story I have been working on for a while. It's not quite done yet but this scene is. Taking place about a year after Michelangelo has been studying with Doctor Goodfellow.

Time seemed to freeze. Shredder had always been an opponent that they tried so hard not to underestimate but being a ninja master, he was clever, cunning. It was rare that he got them in such a situation but it happened. As it was, he had the thick blade of his gauntlet pressed against Leonardo's carotid. Raphael and Donatello had dropped their weapons, as commanded and Michelangelo, at the floor near Leonardo stared in shock. "Thank you, as always, wretched reptiles." His Foot soldiers filed into the transport module near one of the animal cages. He looked into Leonardo's eyes, his own eyes shimmered with such gleeful joy. "Give my best to the Ancestors of your wretched master, Leonardo." He jerked his wrist, once, his blades digging right into the vital artery before he ran after his soldiers. Blood erupted like a fountain. Donatello screamed and Raphael cursed. Michelangelo leapt to his feet, almost without thinking, and plunged his fingers into that horrible wound in his brother's neck, clamping his fingers over the vein, hissing, "No. You're not dying." He grabbed his brother who was pale but still conscious and ran. His two other brothers took off after them, with Raphael scooping up their weapons as they went. Michelangelo was almost on autopilot. He rushed to Doctor Goodfellow's office and kicked the door open, nearly knocking it off its hinges and almost lifted his brother with one arm onto the metal table. To Raphael who was closest, he snarled, "See that hose-looking doo-hickey, bring it over here, flip the switch on it." Shaking, Raphael threw their weapons down and did as he was told as Michelangelo kicked open a drawer with his foot. To Donatello, he shouted, "bring me the trays in the desk over there." As his brothers rushed to do his bidding, Michelangelo turned to his brother who was staring at him but there was no mistaking the fear in his huge eyes. Michelangelo grabbed an instrument from the side table with his free hand and maneuvered it into the wound, clamping tight right above the slice on the vein, wincing and apologizing to his brother for the pain. As his two other brothers dropped off what they were requested, Michelangelo was grabbing needles, vials and pumping some kind of chemical into their sibling's neck. Leonardo was tracking everything with his eyes and stammered "I-it's alright. You should--" "Shaddup." Michelangelo hissed as he put a blade against his sibling's neck, "Can you feel that, yes or no, Dude?" "iie." He stammered, shock still present in his voice. "good, then stay still." He started to cut, saying "No time to knock you out Dude but that should keep the pain down. If it doesn't try not to move, much as you can." He grasped the hose from Raphael and gently nudged it into his sibling's neck, suctioning out some fluid so he could see. Then, he was grabbing needles, some weird thread and the whole time was saying "Not while there's air in my lungs. You're not dying as long as there's air in my lungs."

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Leonardo opened his eyes and blinked, once then twice, taking in his surroundings. He shifted, slightly. Looking around, he recognized the office room of Doctor Goodfellow. He'd been moved onto a couch. Sitting up, slowly, the last thing he remembered was staring up at his brothers as his youngest brother had shouted some orders around. He remembered being cut... Putting a hand to his neck, he found a large bandage wrapped around his neck and underneath it, he could feel dozens of stitches, probably staples. Sitting up slowly, he was greeted by a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he smiled, "M-master Splinter..." "My son," his master's face was tear stained. "You are alright. Take it slowly, please." "Master...where is..." He smiled, "Raphael is just outside, getting some air. Donatello is helping Michelangelo wash up." "So...I'm..." He gaped "I _am_ alive." "By a miracle delievered by your brother, you are, my son." Splinter took his son in a strong embrace, not bothering to wipe away the tears rolling down his face. "Thank you, my ancestors, for watching over my sons..." The door opened then and Raphael rushed in "Leo! You're awake, you're alive!" He threw his arms around his brother so tightly that Leonardo coughed a little. His immediate younger brother loosened his grip "Sorry, sorry. Oh, my God. You're awake. You're alive!" Tears, freely, were flowing down his face and he buried his face on his brother's shoulder. Drawn by the commotion, Donatello emerged from the nearby washroom, "Leonardo! Thank God!" He rushed his sibling much like Raphael had done, hugging him as tight as he dared "I don't believe it. A straight sever of the carotid and you're alive. Oh, God, you're alive!" He buried his face into his brother, almost identical to how Raphael had, sobbing, "Thank God!" Leonardo smiled "I'm fine. Where's my savior?" Donatello turned and nodded to the bathroom. Leonardo stood, slowly, making sure he was able to stay steady and walked into the small room. He found his brother, naked, fresh water running off his body, huddled in the corner, shaking. Clearing his throat, he said, "Michelangelo..." Jerking like he had a seizure, the younger turtle was up and pushing his brother out and back onto the couch, "Sit down, what the hell do you think you're doing?! You could fall, or pass out. Your stitches aren't even three hours old yet, Dude. You're..." He was shaking, like a leaf, the entire time so Leonardo (after doing as he was asked) lay a hand on his brother's face "Mikey, I'm okay." Looking at his brother, tears in his eyes, he gasped "It..it worked. The wound's closed. You..." He wrapped his arms around his brother and sobbed openly, trembling, "God, don't do that to me, Nii-san." Leonardo smiled "Wasn't part of my plan." "but your brother will recover," Splinter reassured him, laying a hand on his shaking son, "You did well, my student. You saved your brother." "Yeah, that was something straight out of ER, Michelangelo!" Raphael grinned "You were shouting commands like you'd been doing it for years!" "And you knew exactly what to do." Donatello added. "I'm impressed...beyond impressed." Michelangelo smiled at his siblings but then eyed Leonardo. "I'll feel better when we get you back to the Lair and in a bed." "Sounds good by me," Leonardo replied and he allowed Donatello and Raphael to hold him up as they headed outside. Opening the door, with Mikey commenting "Donatello, you can fix that for her, right?" and Donatello's "Of course" the family gratefully made their way for the sewer entrance. As they slipped past the battle field of last night, the remains of it's events stood out--pools of blood on the sidewalk that had yet to wash away. Leonardo took a hefty breath "We got lucky this time...because we have a very special brother." He smiled over at his youngest brother but then blinked. Michelangelo had frozen, just staring at the carnage. All the events from the last few hours rushed and hit his brain at rapid speed. His knees felt like jelly and he sank to his knees. Splinter immediately ran to his side, "My son..." Michelangelo gently pushed him away, crawled to the edge of the walkway and threw up. Splinter smiled gently and stroked his child's head, "Deep breaths my son. Everything is alright now." Donatello eyed Raphael, "Can you steady Leonardo for now? I'm gonna bring the van here." "I got 'em." Raphael took the full weight of his brother onto his shoulders. Leonardo smiled at his red banded brother, saying, "Hey Raphael?" "hmm?" "Once we get settled back home, can you do a favor for me?" "Name it Leonardo." The leader smiled at his littlest brother, affectionately, "Go into my bank and go get that first issue of Bugman that Michelangelo keeps eyeing." "The 500 dollar one?" "The 500 dollar one."

#tmnt #1987 teenage mutant ninja turtles #1987 tmnt #TMNT 1987 darker tone #Michelangelo is awesome #Mikey is smart #conniving Shredder 1987 #Mikey is a BAMF #don't mess with Mikey's family #healer Mikey #apprentice Mikey #tmnt brotherly love

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