#blind raphael

[rottmnt-hc]

New story to the Blind Raphael Series

[shipping-all-ships]

Midam AU where Adam makes a joke about the last guy that wanted inside him at least wine-and-dined him first and that's how they had their first date (after Michael asked his horrified siblings what that meant).

[devildomwriter]

We are fostering a blind kitten. We’ve decided to name him Raphael—the archangel who protects the blind.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

So if I happened to write a very short little fic about the archangel siblings all trying to teach a young Gabriel to fly but he’s scared and it’s just all very fluffy and cute and sibling antics, how would people feel about that?

[getindumdums]

[spicyraeman]

I dunno if my buddies and I are just metagameing too hard on accident, but every boss fight so far has been pretty easy considering we're on honor mode

[nei-ning]

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays, everyone! I, amazingly, MANAGED to draw this JUST before Christmas, ahah!

Inspired by the lyrics from Suvi Teräsniska's song "Taivas Sylissäin" (Heaven In My Arms). You can find English lyrics HERE! The song is about Mary singing about her baby, Jesus. Blind baby Leo AU belongs to me :3

[fabuloustrash05]

Now, how did Mona Lisa react to discovering her daughter was caught up in a love triangle?

Mona is not surprised her daughter Irrilia has multiple suitors. She is a beautiful young lady, and takes after her mother who also had many suitors when she was her age before she met her true love, Raphael.

Mona knows her daughter is a smart girl, and as long as she follows her heart she knows Irrilia will get through this difficult point in her romantic life and find her love.

[medicated-death]

Turrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtles 🐢🐢🐢🐢

[levi-venn]

And all I can do

Is just pour some tea for two

And speak my point of view

But it's not sane

[straightouttathefootclan]

[gosecretscribbles]

Rise August 2024: Weapons

Summary: Raph has a nightmare about being created, viewed, and used as a weapon. His brothers are there to ground him.

Trigger warning: Gets a bit gory when towards the end of the nightmare, mentions of bodily fluids, blinding someone, and neck-snapping. A main character dies (but not really, it’s a dream.)

A/N: Never realized how hard it was to do these challenges. Whew! Kudos to authors who do monthly challenges like this. Anyway, enjoy the hurt/comfort!

Raph was having a training session with Barry in the crumbled courtyard outside the castle. Raph was using his tonfas today, mostly in position one, ramming the short end of them into rock after rock in an explosive burst of power. Barry animated the rubble into lumbering golems with hooks for hands. Magical sigils glowed at the center of their chests. Raph grinned, flipped his tonfas so the long side pointed forward, and stabbed each of them through the sigil until they crumbled into gravel.

“Not bad,” Barry said approvingly. “I’ve always been impressed with your destructive power.”

“Shell yeah!” Raph said, pumping both fists. “That’s what the Mad Dogs are about!”

“Mmm, quite. Childish moniker aside, you make an excellent weapon.”

He rolled his eyes. “Barry, you still can’t sic me on the high school kids. No matter how much they quote memes at you.”

“But think of the senseless violence!”

“That’s Red for you,” Splinter said, nodding. He was sitting on a rock next to Barry, eating his way through a box of donuts.

Raph frowned. Had he been there before?

“You should have seen him when he was little,” Splinter continued, waving his fork. “The first time he tried to skateboard, he used Blue’s board. Broke it clean in two. Blue cried for hours!”

Raph grimaced. “Raph didn’t know how strong he was.”

“Or that time he was playing football. He tried to swipe it from Orange, but hit his stomach instead. Orange went flying! If Blue hadn’t caught him, Orange would have smacked shell-first into a pipe.”

Raph’s stomach twisted. “That was an accident.”

“And of course there was the time he nearly carved Purple out of his shell. That was the first time he turned into Savage Raph.”

“An appropriate title,” Draxum approved.

Raph stared at Splinter. “But – you never called me that,” he sputtered. “That’s – that’s what I called it, but you said – you never call me Savage –”

Splinter rolled his eyes. “I should be calling you that instead of ‘Red.’ You’re built to be a weapon. Even against your own family!”

“No! Raph would never hurt –”

Suddenly a river gushed over Raph’s feet, strong enough to force him back even though it only came up to his ankles. He stumbled. He was standing on the outstretched palm of the Crying Titan. Its stony fingers curled up and around him. No – not fingers. They were the giant stone figures of his family. The river around Raph’s feet gushed from the empty sockets of the Titan’s skull. That wasn’t right. The hand was supposed to be farther away, but it was now so close it looked like the Titan was going to claw out its own eye and squash Raph against his cheek in the process.

Suddenly the rushing river turned a bright, sickening pink. A cloying rot filled Raph’s nose. Ice-cold shock gripped Raph’s spine. The smell was sickly, sour, and unmistakable, burned deep into the back of his brain.

Sister Krang and Brother Krang emerged from the Titan’s right socket.

“Well, well,” Sister cackled. “If it isn’t my brother’s favorite toy soldier.”

Raph snarled. His heart pounded. “Get your eye checked, Lady. Your brother ain’t here to hold me back.”

“Correction. He isn’t here to hold me back.”

Raph charged before she was done talking, but Sister was faster. She shot forward with the same move she’d used to try and skewer Leo. Raph side-stepped and twisted his left sai – hadn’t he been holding his tonfas? – but he slipped in the river. He turned the dive into a flip, trying to toss her, but the tentacle he’d blocked wrapped around his arm so tightly he couldn’t feel it anymore. He roared and stabbed with his other tonfa.

Her eye burst, the point of his sai driving deep into her rubbery flesh. Viscous fluid the color of motor oil spurted over Raph’s hand and then his wrist as he drove deeper, deeper, until he heard a nasty crack –

Leo’s body dropped from his hand, already cold.

Raph stared at his arm in shock, disfigured with bulging swells of Krang infection. The technodrome? No, he’d – he’d been fighting the Krang, he hadn’t – he’d never –

Prime Krang’s voice purred in his head. “Wonderful. An excellent weapon. Assimilate the others.”

Raph’s vision swung and he was facing the throne. Mikey and Donnie struggled in their prisons, screaming for him to wake up. Raph was screaming, too, but he couldn’t talk. He couldn’t even stop walking. He was moving closer to Donnie, Donnie was screaming, Raph couldn’t hear him, he couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t stop – he couldn’t stop –

The sudden sensation of being crushed forced air out of Raph’s lungs. Raph’s brain felt like it was being torn apart and twisted, every sensation so distorted and overwhelming that Raph couldn’t tell where he was or even what he was. Was he still a Krang zombie? Did he have his hands back? Was he breathing? Was he dead?

Were his brothers –

He tried to scream, but he couldn’t hear it. He felt his jaw scrape something rough. Had he opened his mouth? He tried it again, scraping harder, pouring all of his concentration into the single point of contact.

Other bits and pieces forced their way through the chaos. He lying on his plastron. He wasn’t being crushed. There was something heavy on his back. His hands felt weird, but he could move both of them. He curled and uncurled his fingers. It took him a while to feel it happening. He felt numb and sore and jittery, like he’d swallowed six of Donnie’s patented energy drinks and then been trapped in stone with nowhere for the energy to go. Then he realized he was moving at least a little bit. There were ice gels packed around his neck and tucked into the back of his shell. He was shivering. He blamed it on the cold. A trickle of condensation ran down his shoulder and he gagged. He wanted to throw up but his stomach felt too liquified to know how to contract.

Someone was talking. As soon as he noticed, he realized someone had been talking the whole time he’d been awake. It was Donnie’s voice.

“…September 21st, 2:14:01 AM Eastern Standard Time. You are in your room. The lights are turned down low. There are cold packs around your neck to induce sluggishness, and a weighted blanket on your back to activate your parasympathetic response. You are safe. Everyone is safe. You are Raphael Hamato. It is September 21st, 2:14:18 AM…”

Raph was having trouble hearing him. He’d left his mouth open and he was breathing way too hard. His muscles were so stiff it hurt, but h forced his head to turn. He needed to see Donnie.

Donnie saw his head shift and paused, stepping closer. “Raph? Are you lucid?”

Raph tried to talk. A croak came out. He forced himself to nod.

“Good. You had a nightmare. Don’t touch your face.”

“My…face?”

There was a sudden knock at Raph’s door. Leo poked his head in, squinting. “Heeeey, Raphie. You alive in here?”

The light from the door made everything blurry. No, not the light. Something was wrong with Raph’s vision. He tried to squint and a sharp pain stabbed straight through his skull.

“Ow –”

“Hey hey hey!” Leo was in front of him instantly, grabbing Raph’s hands. “Looks like you messed up your eye, buddy. Let me rinse it and then we’ll get the drops.”

Raph growled. “Ugh. Hate those.”

“Then don’t scratch your eye. Did you wear your patch to bed?”

He squirmed. “No. Forgot.”

“No chore chart sticker for you.”

“Wouldn’t’a scratched if I hadn’t had a nightmare,” Raph muttered. “S’like I’m being punished for a bad dream.”

“I can fix that,” Donnie said, typing rapidly on his vambrace. “There. Shelldon will have the den set up for a turtle pile in 2.43 minutes, complete with a large pitcher hot chocolate.”

Leo shot him a suspicious look. “I thought Shelldon was banned from the kitchen after the Dutch Oven Incident.”

“He is. Mikey’s making it.”

“With little marshmallows?” Raph asked hopefully.

“And freeze dried strawberries.”

“Ahp-up-up!” Leo sing-songed, dangling Raph’s saline eye wash in front of him. “Strawberries are only for good snapper turtles who hold still.”

Raph grumbled, but held still anyway. He really did like freeze dried strawberries.

When they were done, Donnie pulled the icepacks off Raph’s neck and handed him a towel. He sat up and scrubbed his scales dry. The rough texture felt really good. He ran it over his face, too, careful to avoid his eye, scraping away the eye wash that had dripped down his face. Then he dropped the towel on the floor to handle later and levered himself to his feet.

The den was already set up for an Official Turtle Pile Sleepover, complete with a thick spread of fluffy blankets and a Jupiter Jim movie already playing on the wall. Mikey stood at the ice hockey table, which now doubled as a hot chocolate stand. Shelldon hovered at Mikey’s shoulder. Mikey was pouring with his eyes closed, but cracked one open when he heard them enter.

“M-m-mornin’,” he yawned. “Chockie?”

“With strawberries,” Leo said, patting Raph’s arm.

“Ooooh, eye drops. Extra berries for Raph.”

He handed Raph his favorite half-gallon mug, covered with mini marshmallows, whipped cream, red sprinkles, and a generous heaping of freeze-dried strawberries. Raph’s face lit up and he plunged his beak straight down, slurping up the coco and half-melted toppings. He caught the crisp fruit slices and crunched them between his teeth. He was pleasantly cool from the ice, and feeling the warmth spread through him felt amazing. His stomach settled and he sighed deeply.

“Th’nks for the compl’ment,” Mike mumbled sleepily, nursing his own cup.

Leo squealed. “Oooh, I didn’t know we had blueberries! Yes!”

“I robbed a grocery store!” Shelldon said proudly.

“Insert parent-figure approval,” Donnie said, doling out his own toppings into separate cups.

When they’d each prepared their cups, they piled onto the blankets. Raph sat with his shell against the sofa, legs crossed with Mikey nestled in his lap. Leo leaned on Raph’s left side and Donnie on his right. Shelldon perched on Raph’s shell and restarted the movie. Jupiter Jim IV, one of Raph’s favorites.

“You good?” Leo asked him.

“Blood pressure has dropped to resting levels,” Donnie announced.

“I really don’t want to know how you know that.”

Raph chuckled and scrubbed a hand over Leo’s head. “Yeah, bro. I’m good.”

A/N: Gentle reminder that if you know someone who needs help coming out of traumatic episodes, PLEASE talk to them about it well before it happens so you know what will help and what to avoid. I like to think Data Collection Donnie and Dr. Feelings got together and created lists of useful strategies for all four brothers. Donnie responded first because he received alerts from subcutaneous medical trackers he absolutely did(n't) put in Raph.

@sariphantom

[devildomwriter]

Raphael Final Update 💞

As is it says, this is the final update on our sweet blind boy, Raphael and his amazing sister, Mango.

They got the all good in the health check up and are now waiting to be adopted at the VBSPCA. We hope they will be adopted together as we recommended but in the end being adopted at all is most important, especially for a blind cat with needs. I was hoping to keep them but unfortunately the railing in our house pose a slight danger risk to him. However if his sister, Mango does not get adopted before or with him then we may adopt her.

This concludes brave Raphael’s foster journey. I hope he has a wonderful life! If you want more pictures of him and Mango or want posts about future fosters kittens (we are literally always fostering) just let me know.

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael (TMNT 2014-2016) - Extra

Raph knew better than to take what you said seriously most days.

He never really thought the both of you would become so close. Although you drove him crazy often, he enjoyed the company. You didn’t mind his aggressive nature. You always listened when he ranted about his brother and most importantly, you always had pizza.

He supposed he could look past your constant teasing. If nothing but for that last perk. Eagerly moving over the buildings he landed on the familiar one, skating down a few feet and dropping on the balcony. The door was slightly ajar, and he slid it open walking inside like he’d done many times before. The pizza was the first thing to catch his nose and he grinned. 

“Hope you brought more than three, this time I ain’t sharing.” He expected a snarky remark, but he caught you asleep on the couch. 

“Can’t believe you fell asleep.” 

In your defense he had taken quite a while to get there. He moved closer to bring the covers over your shoulder. You turned on the couch kicking it off. 

“Even in your sleep you're a menace.” He mutters. 

So he tried again, but the second he reached for the blanket he heard you let out a sound. Your brows were knitted and you were muttering. For a second he assumes you’re having a nightmare. It sounds like groans of pain. 

“Raph..” 

It’s a whisper of his name and now he’s curious of what nightmare you could be having that involved him. 

“Raph..”

You shifted against the cushions and Raph found himself swallowing when it became clear that the dream you were having was no nightmare. Your hand gripped the cover, your knees pressing together. The moan that followed made him take some much needed steps back. In his haste to leave, he stumbled against a table and your eyes began to open at the sound. You were wiping the corner of your eyes. 

“Raph?” 

He closed his eyes to banish the dirty thought. 

“I gotta go!” He didn’t give an explanation. Just bolted out the room. For a good minute or two you just sat there baffled. But your brain played over the very vivid dream and your cheeks flushed.

“Shit.” 

That’s all you can think of. 

~The Lair~

“Is he sick or something?” Leo questioned. 

When Raph came home in a sour mood, they didn’t even bother to ask. He’d strutted straight to his room. 

“I don’t know. I’m not asking. It’s Donnie's turn.” Mikey replies. 

“What! I did it last time!!” Donnie protests. 

They were all huddled in front of Raph’s door trying to evaluate the strange behavior. 

They heard something crash from behind the door and they scattered like flies. 

Raph cursed under his breath. He knows he should just go back and talk to you, but that image won’t leave his mind. Neither will those sounds. He punches the bag he has set up in the room and it sways. But it doesn’t give him the relief he’s hoping for. 

It would indeed be a long day. 

~

You feel a bit off. 

The day is drawing to an end and around this time Raph usually shows up. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he didn't. 

That’s why the familiar sound of him landing on your balcony isn’t what you predict. Your door slides open, and you feel a bit exposed. You hear it close. It’s silent, maybe a bit too silent. It’s clear that his thoughts have been reeling just as much as yours. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You finally voice. 

You really had nothing to apologize for. You didn’t exactly do anything wrong. Raph knew that, but the image of your body writhing against the couch flashed through his mind again and he felt guilty. 

“Ya ain’t did anything wrong.” 

“Neither did you.” 

Sometimes he forgot how well you could read him. You could probably hear the way his feet shuffled on the floor. This entire situation was unnerving. 

“It was just a dream, we aint gotta get weird about it.” The sooner he moved on the sooner things could go back to the way they were. Even if he did find himself wanting more. 

“It wasn’t just a dream. Raph I..” You were standing next to the couch, and for the first time you actually looked vulnerable. Not the cocky confident woman he’s used to. You were actually bashful. 

“I know I mess with you a lot but when I say certain things I do mean them. I like you. As a person, a friend, maybe..maybe even more than that. I like being around you. Hanging out with you. Teasing you just to get a reaction. Being in your company it’s..the highlight of my life.” 

He wasn’t sure what to say to that. You put it in better words than he ever could. 

“Ya not just pulling my leg right?” 

When he sees the smile that spreads on your face, it answers his question. 

“I’m not. I like you Raph. A lot. I like you so much.” 

It’s annoying how such simple words make him so happy. Even more so because he knows you can probably hear his heart running a mile a minute. 

“Aren’t you going to confess to me? Something along the lines of “From the very first moment I saw you my heart was in disarray. “

“I knew ya were just messing with me!” 

You begin to laugh, shaking your head. 

“Sorry, sorry I couldn’t help it. You’re way to transparent Raph.” 

He’s not transparent, you’re just a menace. 

You take a seat on the couch, feeling much lighter. 

“Well now that it’s all sorted, let’s finish Transformers. I need you to describe Optimus’s new design for me.” You pat the spot, and Raph follows. But he doesn’t reach for the remote. You tilt your head when you don’t hear the familiar ring of the tv powering on. 

“Raph?” 

His hand reaches over, placing it softly over yours and you pause. You take a breath. His hand slowly slides up your arm, and you feel you can practically hear the blood rushing through your veins. His touch feels so delicate, especially for someone with such a rough exterior. Everywhere his fingers pass make your pores raise. When his hand finally makes it to your cheek, you try to keep your composure but it’s so hard. 

“Ain’t got nothing to say?” He grins. 

You really don’t. 

“I’m gonna kiss ya now.” 

The statement speeds up your pulse. You can feel him leaning closer and your eyes are clenched shut. Your breathing is uneven. You aren’t sure what to expect. Raph’s lips press to yours so softly you’re almost convinced that this is another dream. One of his hands slips under your knees and he pulls you into his lap. You part from the kiss with a soft sound of surprise, bracing your hands on his shoulders. 

“I got ya, don’t worry.” 

You lick your lips, lowering your head. 

“I’ve..never done this before..” 

You admit.

“Me either.” Raph replies. 

You shake your head. 

“You don’t understand. M-My condition magnifies my other senses. Everything is heightened. I feel..a lot more..” 

You explain. 

He doesn’t truly understand, not at first. Then it clicks.

“Is that why ya were having that dirty dream?” He smirks, you blush. 

He likes this. Seeing you so frazzled. He gets why you like messing with him now. 

It is fun. 

“Tell me.”

Now that he knows, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with the situation. You’re already at a clear disadvantage. 

You bite your lip. He’s given you a clear opening, but it’s embarrassing to admit what you want. Your shaky hand reaches for his, and his gaze follows it. You place it right against your chest and Raph’s eyes darken just a bit. He squeezes softly and you whimper. His lips move to your neck, and you can’t stop the moan when he leaves a kiss on your skin. His hand slides down, slipping under the material of your shirt. This time when he cups your breast, your hand grips onto his shoulder. You’re doing your best to keep your voice down. 

“Does it feel good?” 

You nod helplessly.

“Yes..yes.. it feels really good.” 

He smiles, moving back to kiss you. 

Everything about his touch is so gentle. It’s almost like he knows your body better than you do. His hand slides over your stomach, and you part. It feels like he’s going to pull away. 

“W-Wait..” 

You grab his hand, and he sits there, waiting for you to speak your mind. 

“Y-You can touch me more..I-I don’t mind.” 

Raph grins. 

“How about we switch, you can touch me.” 

Your mouth falls open at the statement. 

“A-Are you sure?” 

He’d been so cautious when you first met for obvious reasons. 

“Yeah.” 

You’re still settled on his lap. You aren’t really sure what to explore first. He’s such a big guy. You nibble on your lower lip, and your hands move up. You gently lay them on both of his cheeks. For once, you're certain there isn’t a frown on his face. Your fingers trace patterns down. Raph says nothing. He sits silently and lets you feel all that you want. You seem so out of your element and he’s realized that he likes this shy side of you. 

Your hands skim down his broad shoulders, over his arms. 

“He’s so muscular.” 

He’d picked you up so effortlessly before, so it made sense. 

“You feel amazing..” 

He enjoys the praise.

Your hands settle on his plastron and you can’t help but blush. It’s clear now that aside from pants he’s basically naked. 

“Why don’t you have a shirt!” 

“Ain’t exactly easy with a shell on my back. “ 

“A-Are you telling me you’ve been running around the city with no shirt on! You can’t do that anymore!” 

“Why not?” 

There’s a bit of teasing in his voice. 

“Because well because..” 

You aren’t sure why but the thought of him constantly shirtless makes you a little jealous. Which is crazy because his whole family prided themselves on secrecy. It’s not like he’s out modeling for women. 

You just push him, agitated at your pettiness. Raph is a bit surprised. He falls back onto the couch at the shift in weight. 

You’re now fully straddling him and he looks up, clearly a bit startled. 

“Make sure no one else ever sees you like this okay.” 

He swallows. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Why was that getting him excited? It’s possible that he enjoys getting bossed around by you. 

You kiss him, and Raph just falls into rhythm, holding you close.

[onlineviolence]

thinking of the angels having a wide variety of wing colors for different emotions