#donnie will laugh more often at that but no one will ever know

[dandylovesturtles]

I have a headcanon that the twins are lowkey always trying to get each other to laugh.

Donnie is generally better at it because Leo is more willing to laugh openly at things anyway and also he's the funny one, but every now and then the stars will align and Leo will get a laugh out of Donnie and he'll ride that high for weeks.

It's not something they openly acknowledge and they don't get anything for winning (other than the satisfaction), they're just always trying to do it on the DL.

[mbruben-stein]

Hey there! I want to give a request for Raphael, Leonardo, Donnatello and Michaelangelo who have S/O who isn't usually expressive and always so stoic that you might even think they are a robot but then they did something really silly and that's when they heard their s/o laughing for the first time.

TMNT boys Reaction to stoic s/o laughing in front of them for the first time.

Leo:

Leo had always admired his significant other's calm and collected demeanor. They were always so stoic, rarely showing any emotion, which sometimes made Leo wonder if they were even capable of feeling anything at all. But deep down, he knew there was more to them than meets the eye.

One day, while Leo was training in the dojo, his S/O came in to watch. As Leo practiced his moves, he couldn't help but steal glances at them, hoping for some sort of reaction. But as usual, they remained expressionless, their eyes fixed on him with unwavering focus.

But then, out of nowhere, Leo slipped on a training mat and fell flat on his shell. And to his surprise, he heard a sound he never thought he'd hear from his S/O - laughter. It was soft and gentle, but it was genuine.

Leo looked up in shock, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. His S/O quickly composed themselves, trying to hide their amusement behind a neutral facade. But Leo couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in his heart at the sound of their laughter.

From that day on, Leo made it his mission to bring out more of his S/O's hidden emotions. He would do silly things, tell bad jokes, and even watch cheesy shows with them, all in the hopes of hearing that beautiful sound of laughter once again. And as they shared more lighthearted moments together, Leo knew that their relationship was stronger than ever.

Raph:

Raphael had always known that his significant other was not the most expressive person. They were always so stoic and serious, rarely showing any emotion. It sometimes made him wonder if they were even capable of laughing or smiling. But he loved them nonetheless, appreciating their calm and composed nature that balanced out his own fiery personality.

One day, Raph decided to do something completely out of character for him. He put on a silly hat, danced around the lair, and made ridiculous faces just to see if he could get a reaction out of his s/o. At first, they just raised an eyebrow at his antics, not showing any sign of amusement. But then, something unexpected happened.

As Raph continued to act like a complete goofball, his s/o's lips twitched ever so slightly. And then, to his utter surprise, they let out a small chuckle. It was the first time he had ever heard them laugh, and it was like music to his ears. Raph couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at finally breaking through their stoic facade.

From that day on, Raph made it his mission to bring more laughter and joy into their relationship. He loved seeing his s/o's rare smiles and chuckles, knowing that he was the reason behind them. And as they both shared more lighthearted moments together, their bond only grew stronger, proving that even the most serious of souls could find happiness in the silliest of moments.

Donnie:

Donnie had always been fascinated by his S/O's stoic nature. They rarely showed their emotions, always maintaining a calm and collected facade. It was something that both intrigued and puzzled him. He often found himself wondering what was going on in their mind, behind that unreadable expression.

One day, while working on a new invention in his lab, Donnie got a little too excited and accidentally banged his head against the door, causing him to fall to the floor in a heap. His S/O, who had been quietly observing him from the corner, suddenly burst out laughing. It was the first time Donnie had ever heard them laugh, and it was a beautiful sound to his ears.

As he rubbed his sore head, Donnie couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. His S/O's laughter was contagious, and soon they were both laughing together, the tension and seriousness of the moment melting away.

From that day on, Donnie noticed a change in his S/O. They seemed more relaxed around him, more willing to let their guard down and show their true self. It was a side of them that Donnie cherished, knowing that he had somehow managed to break through their stoic exterior and bring out their hidden laughter.

As they sat together in the lab, surrounded by gadgets and gizmos, Donnie couldn't help but feel grateful for that accidental bump on the head. It had brought him closer to his S/O in a way he never thought possible, and he knew that their bond was stronger because of it.

Mikey:

Mikey had always been the most outgoing and expressive of the ninja turtles, so when he found himself in a relationship with someone who was the complete opposite, he was determined to crack their tough exterior. His significant other was always so stoic and reserved, never showing much emotion, which sometimes made Mikey wonder if they were even capable of laughing.

One day, Mikey decided to put his silly antics to the test. He set up an elaborate prank involving a rubber chicken and a whoopee cushion, hoping to finally see a smile on his s/o's face. As his plan unfolded, he watched with bated breath as his s/o's expression shifted from confusion to amusement.

And then, it happened. A small chuckle escaped from his s/o's lips, followed by a full-blown laughter that filled the room. Mikey's heart swelled with joy as he realized that he had finally broken through their tough exterior.

From that day on, Mikey made it his mission to bring laughter and joy to his s/o's life. He would come up with the silliest jokes and pranks just to see that beautiful smile on their face. And every time his s/o laughed, it was like music to his ears.

Mikey may have been the wild one of the group, but when it came to his s/o, he was the most caring and thoughtful partner anyone could ask for. And seeing his s/o finally open up and show their true emotions was a reward that he cherished more than anything else.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi I love your stuff - its literally amazing

I was wondering if you could write 2012 mikey who has been sneaking out alot and his brother notice that, so they follow him and find out that he's seeing a girl (reader) and are in utter disbelief. Maybe have mikey introduce reader to them or something

Mikey’s Night Secret (Fluff)

2012!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Thank you💚 I feel like it has been a long time since I last wrote some Mikey stuff, so here you go. Hope you’ll enjoy🧡

Warnings: None🧡

It had been happening for a few months now, that Mikey’s brothers had noticed their little brother’s strange behavior. And as time passed, it only seemed to get more and more strange.

Raph was the first to notice. Mikey was… quieter than usual. At first he thought that something was wrong, that Mikey might had been hiding something. Either something he did wrong and didn’t want anybody to know about, or something that made him sad. He just couldn’t tell. So for the first time ever, he decided it was best to ask Leo for help.

Leo and Donnie however was just as stumped as Raph, not sure what was going on with Mikey. He didn’t seem any less happier than usually, just different, and well, not fully present. He often sat with his phone, either checking it or using it. At any sound or vibration he was on it, smiling as he checked whatever had just gotten in on it. But whenever someone asked him about it, Mikey claimed that he had no idea what they were talking about, holding his phone screen close to his chest. No one believed him on that.

But it wasn’t until a few weeks ago, that they learned Mikey had started to sneak out during the night. Donnie caught him on his way from the garage lab to the kitchen, in order to make himself another cup of coffee, finding Mikey on his way out of the entrance, making cartoonish sneaking steps.

“What are you doing?”, Donnie asked, causing his little brother to jump with a small sound of surprise, staring at him in panic, sweat already pooling from his forehead, his fingers nervously tapping together.

“Nothing! Nothing”, Mikey said with a nervous laugh, his eyes jumping from one point to another. “I was just, uh… Sleepinwalk! Yeah, sleepwalking!” And just like clockwork he closed his eyes, holding his arms out in front of him, before slowly making his way to his room, mumbling the word “sleepwalking” over and over again.

Of course Donnie went straight to Leo and Raph and told him what had happened. And of course that started sending alarm bells through all of their heads.

They started to stay up for longer, seeing if they could catch Mikey trying to sneak out. Mikey, in turn, would start sneaking out at a later time. They also soon found that if Mikey wanted to sneak out, he would find a way to sneak out. If only he was as focused and determined during training or missions…

Finally, after several weeks, Leo had had enough. He was tired of Mikey avoiding questions and disappearing without any notice. It truly made him worried for his little brother’s safety. Therefore he decided it was time to follow his brother, and figure out what he was hiding from them.

All three waited in the shadows, listening and watching, waiting for Mikey to make an exit. And just like they had expected, he came out of his room when he thought that the coast was clear. They followed Mikey as he made his way out of the sewers and up over the roofs, staying just far enough back so that he wouldn’t notice them, yet close enough so they wouldn’t lose him out of sight.

They found Mikey jumping down onto a fire escape for an apartment building, where he took a look around, seeing if anybody was watching him. Leo signed for the other two to duck down, so that they were hiding behind the edge of the opposite roof, just out of his sight. Once Mikey was satisfied, believing that he was alone, he turned towards the window that led onto the fire escape, knocking softly on the glass with his knuckles. The window was quickly opened by a girl, smiling brightly when she saw Mikey.

Raph sat up straight away when he saw you, his mouth open in disbelief. There was no way. Absolutely no way. Mikey!? Mikey is seeing a girl? No, he was playing tricks on them. It couldn’t be true. But then, right in front of them, you pulled Mikey in for a close hug, before placing a sweet peck on his lips with a happy smile. This was enough to cause a reaction from all three boys.

“Mikey?!”, they yelled, causing the two young lovers to jump in surprise and stare up towards the opposite roof, seeing all of Mikey’s brothers in all different phases of disbelief. You, however, didn’t seem too shocked by this, smiling still with your arms wrapped around Mikey.

“I guess those are your brothers”, you smiled, nodding towards the three shocked turtles, staring like she just grew an extra head right in front of them.

“I knew this day would come sooner or later”, Mikey sighed, trying to suppress a small smile. He had actually been excited for the day he would be able to show you off to his family. “Guys”, Mikey called out, making sure his brothers were listening. “This is (Y/N), my girlfriend. (Y/N), these are my brothers”.

It took Mikey’s brothers a few days to get over that one.

[gaymaramada]

Rise! Boys with a S/O that has a bad swearing habit:

Leonardo

Lowkey encourages it.

He just thinks it’s really funny how shamelessly you throw the “forbidden words” out there.

Will bust out laughing when you casually tell someone to fuck off.

When you describe it as a bad habit, though, he pulls back a bit.

Offers the idea to replace any swears with random words in Spanish.

(That’s what he does.

He never actually swears in Spanish, though.

It’s pretty funny.)

Will absolutely let you be a bad influence on him, much to the others’ dismay.

“What the fuck was up with that guy at Hueso’s the other night?”

“Yeah, what a shithead.”

“HEY—”

*Dramatic gasp*

“No, no, let him cook—”

Donatello

…. Okay? What of it?

He honestly doesn’t care.

Words are words.

He tends to cycle between his innocent dessert-inspired swears to the most vile combinations of letters to ever grace the planet.

It’s like Russian roulette.

Oh the rants you two will fall into.

Venting to one another brings enough curses to the world that it would have the members of Witch Town shaking.

Overall, he’s pretty indifferent to it, but if it’s bothering you, he’ll do his best to assist.

Though as someone who has his own bad habits, it’s less of him helping you and more of you leaning on each other.

It can become a bit competitive, though.

“Quit biting your nails, you’re gonna fuck them up.”

“Keep yourself from swearing for the next five minutes and I’ll consider it.”

Raphael

Oh the poor sweet thing.

Literally the “no more saying cuss words guys! 😨 it’s inappropriate and violent! 😖” kid.

He loves you, but he’s pretty uncomfortable by how often you swear.

He softened up a bit when you explained it wasn’t entirely voluntary.

He knows what it’s like to lose control sometimes, mild or severe.

He gets you a chewing stim toy to bite down on whenever you feel the urge to swear, as he had a similar method when he was younger and adjusting to his strong jaw.

Will absolutely glare at you if you’re about to curse.

“Oh, fu—”

“🤨”

“uuuuuuuuudgesicles. Fudgesicles.”

“😊”

Overall, he’s very supportive.

Michelangelo

So here’s the thing.

Mikey is no stranger to swearing.

In fact he probably has the foulest mouth in the family with Donnie as a close second.

He gets away with it because:

A. Youngest privilages

B. No one expects it from him

C. Dr. Delicate Touch

He also keeps his swearing to a minimum around his brothers (cough cough Raph cough).

But when you two are together, all Hell breaks loose.

His behavior does switch when he learns that you recognize it as a bad habit, and suddenly you find yourself in a Dr. Feelings seminar.

He helps you find alternative vocal stims to use instead of swearing that still hold enough bite to be satisfactory.

He practices these with you for his own sake as well, so similarly to Donnie, the two of you lean on each other.

If the situation calls for it, however…

“DID YOU STEAL MY FUCKING PINK STAR???”

“Noooo ☺️”

“…..”

“I’m gonna fucking skin you—”

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

TMNT Individual Headcanons:

Leo:

• he's a stress eater and his favorite comfort food is the ben and jerry's strawberry cheesecake ice cream

• never lets anyone share a drink with him but will offer a bite of his food

• his nose is very sensitive so he can only handle certain smells

• hates axe body spray with a passion, he's an old spice kind of guy

• least likely to swear but when he does swear it's the most creative

• the only one who likes oatmeal raisin cookies

• his favorite candy is a toss up between kit kats and jolly ranchers

• doesn't drink too often but when he does he makes the best margaritas

• he definitely mixes all the slushie flavors together and will deny it until he dies

• is highly allergic to cats but he will always pets the strays despite this

• he laughs with his entire body and if he's laughing really hard he'll double over/fall over

• huge fan of dad jokes and really ridiculous puns

• if something ridiculous happens, he always looks at raph and they just look at eachother like 😐

• him and mikey enjoy watching horror movies together during halloween

• him and donnie seem to be the only two that can be trusted alone together in one place

Raph:

• he's a huge fan of disney movies and his favorite is beauty and the beast

• guilty of taking up all the hot water when he showers

• he either sleeps like the dead or really lightly, no inbetween

• mikey is the only one who's able to calm him down

• he prefers the smell of men's dove deodorant over any others

• he can cook certain foods but he's the only one who can grill like it's no one's business

• he has a stuffed animal he sleeps with when anxious but he'll take that to the grave

• he has the world's worst allergies and it lasts for months

• him and leo sometimes fall asleep on top of eachother during movies

• he has to brush his teeth twice a day, sometimes three depending on what he's eaten

• him and donnie have really messed up and twisted shared sense of humor

• he's team taylor over team kanye cause he hates kanye

• very good at fixing miscellaneous shit around the lair without just using duct tape

• he showers twice a day cause he's scared to smell bad

• swears a normal amount but shit is his favorite

Donnie:

• swears more than any of the others thought of swearing

• listens to the most filthy, raunchiest music but looks away during sex scenes in movies

• the clumsiest individual but has the quickest reflexes

• his sleep schedule is messed up but if he does sleep he starts out in a ball

• no one talk to him when he first wakes up for your own safety

• he runs most of his invention ideas by mikey for creative reasons and to let mikey decorate said inventions

• he can hold his breath for a ridiculously long amount of time

• unbothered to the point it's questionable if he's paying attention to anything

• likes doing patrol with leo the best because leo actually listens to him

• he loves squishmallows

• raph is the only one who's ever seen him really breakdown and cry

• hates pickles to the point he sometimes gags thinking about them

• he keeps up on all the political trends so he can argue with people online for fun

• guilty of forgetting to shower/brush his teeth when he's hyper focused

• he can't sleep without some type of white noise

Mikey:

• he cries about literally everything no matter how happy or sad it is

• loves taki's and regrets eating them cause he can't handle spicy food

• has adopted all the stray cats in the alleyways and they all have names

• him and raph share a bed when mikey has a bad nightmare

• stress bakes like it's a full time job and rent is due

• swears a normal amount but hardly ever uses the word fuck

• he's the best decorator and has decorated most if not all of the lair

• him and donnie watch reality tv together and their favorite is dance moms

• he's chronically on tik tok and knows numerous tik tok dances

• he loves food but has the most sensitive stomach and doesn't care

• he can't sleep without a night light

• leo reminds mikey to shower and they brush their teeth together so mikey remembers to brush

• he lives for the commercial jingles and his favorite is stanley steamer

• he hates mouth noises when people are chewing but can watch pimple popping videos while he eats

• he's fascinated with hair so he watches hair tutorials to unwind at night

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Fruit Loops and other shenanigans (sfw)

Bay Mikey being a menace :) sibling goofiness! tags: eating noises, I guess? Swearing

I’m picturing Mikey getting bored a lot in the lair.

The guy with endless energy, who doesn’t like to be alone with his thoughts- would gravitate to his brothers, to spend time with them and enjoy their company.

But his brothers want their alone time; they need it to recharge, to rest.

So often Mikey gets doors closed in his face with promises of “later,” as he’s left alone with his thoughts.

And more often than not, those thoughts become mischievous, and a little devious.

One quiet afternoon, before the chaos of patrol prep, Mikey’s sitting at the kitchen table, munching on a box of Fruit Loops as he stares gloomily around the quiet lair.

Bored out of his mind.

He could almost hear the faint sounds of the pipes above as he crunched on the dry cereal; his mind screaming at him to “do something” as he shoved fistfuls of the colorful rounds into his mouth.

So. Fucking. Bored.

Mikey spit a bit of cereal onto the table in his excitement as Leo walked into the living room.

“Fh-sup, man! You wanna play a game or something?” He wiped the crumbs from his mouth with a grin as Leo rolled his eyes, smiling at his little brother’s ever-present enthusiasm.

He raised the book in his hand as he sat down on the couch. “I’m going to read for a bit, Mike. You’re welcome to join me.” Leo crossed a leg over a knee as he opened his novel up, eyes already skimming the pages in earnest.

Mikey grumbled quietly at the table as he stared at the back of Leo’s head. “Yeah. Cause that sounds like soooo much fun.” He stuck a hand back in the cereal box, fishing another handful out-

And smirking to himself as his brother’s shoulders tensed at the sounds of his munching.

Leo didn’t look up from the page, but shifted slightly on the couch cushions as he continued reading.

Ignore him. Just ignore him.

Mikey grabbed another handful of cereal, this time not closing his mouth as he chewed, letting the loud crunching noises cut through the silence.

Leo cleared his throat.

His blue eyes shot an irritated look to the youngest over his shoulder as he glanced up from his book.

“Really?”

Mikey shrugged.

With an exaggerated eye roll Leo turned, and went back to the page he was reading.

The orange-banded turtle tapped a finger on the table for a moment, before looking back at his brother’s head with a toothy grin.

Mikey fished a handful of fruit loops out of the box, eating one quietly to appease his brother-

And then tossed one directly at Leo’s head.

It hit with a soft noise, but the sound Leo made was not quiet.

“MIKEY-“ He jerked in his seat and spun around to look at his brother, who tossed the remaining handful in his mouth with a grin.

“Yesh, Leuo?” He swallowed as his older brother glared at him from the couch. “Are you done reading now?”

As the eldest huffed and rose up from the couch, he mumbled under his breath as he marched off to his room. “Don’t know …why I bothered…read…here…the first place.”

Mikey grinned devilishly as he watched Leo leave, rising from the table with his box of cereal artillery.

Who’s next?

He could hear the sound of weights clinking as Raph lifted in the gym.

Oh, this was too easy.

Mikey grabbed a few fruit loops from the box, and knelt by the doorway, waiting for Raph to finish his set and put the barbell down.

At the sound of the heavy thunk, Mikey flicked the cereal piece into the air, connecting with Raph’s head as he grabbed a drink of water.

His brother sprayed liquid as he sputtered, angry and confused at the sneak attack.

“THE FUCK?!”

Raph looked around wildly, and it took everything Mikey had in him not to laugh as he hid.

“MIKEY-“

The youngest grabbed his box and sped from the gym, laughing gleefully as he tore down the hallway.

Now for Donnie-

His plans were cut abruptly short at the vibration in his pocket.

As he pulled out his phone, Mikey couldn’t help but laugh at the message.

Dee: Don’t even think about it, Mikey.

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Rise Characterizations Pt. 6!!!!!!

After the turtles and Splinter, here we have the girl Ever. She's pretty spunky, I had fun analyzing her for writing.

April O'Neil Character Notes

Language Habits:

Uses bae/aave, something she could have passed on down to Raph and Mikey as they also use bae/aave

Most notably uses "mm-kay" in place of "okay"

Uses a lot of filler language, interjections, or onomatopoeia. Think "mhm", "uh huh, uh huh!", "oh yeah!"

"Ah nuts" is her go-to disappointed phrase

Grits and or strains her teeth when she's frustrated

Uses her own name (the full "April O'Neil!!!!") as a battle cry, or brings her name as a motivator i.e. "the one and only April O'Neil will solve this case!"

The more worked up she the louder she tends to be, this extends to stronger emotions such as passion or panic

Over text uses emoticons

Refers to splinter as "splints"

Refers to the turtles as "the fam"

Refers to villains/antagonists through insults rather than their names

Personality:

Adrenaline junkie, as she's often the first to jump into a fight. She also laughs in the face of danger, and was seen maniacally laughing and smiling the entirety of the gumbus episode

Jack of all trades. April has a lot of skills she's picked up from various jobs or personal adventures she's seeked out (like canoeing through the sewers in a hazmat suit and earning a crane license)

Wild and blunt. April is Loud, and rarely ever afraid to share her opinion. This can either make people draw back from her bluntness or be drawn in by her excitableness

Self-conscious. Despite her strong sense of self-esteem, April is still often motivated to impress the popular kids at school or at least fit in. She doesn't want to be seen as the weird kid, or associated with the weird kids

Persistent. April is always quick on her feet to hit back whatever comes at her. She has a good set of problem-solving skills that she's gained from all the skills she's picked up

Loyal. She's always willing to back up the turtles, and goes out of her way to keep Splinter happy with her company. Once she finds a friend it's hard to pry her away

Unlucky. Mostly in absurd or mundane ways. She has that whole curse with her birthday, but things don't often tend to go right for April O'Neil, which contributes to the disasters that cause her to get fired all the time

Miscellaneous:

Code-named "yellow submarine" by raph

Tends to have information on wifi passwords, secret exists, and access to keys from all the jobs she's been hired and fired from

Has a preference for blunt objects as weapons (most commonly bats, clubs, pipes)

Uses the environment in a fight in general

She's been part of the "warren stone fanclub" since 2010, and keeps all her ids in her wallet

Likes unicorns and cats (as seen through her brief texts with sunita and her pajamas)

Loves laser tag

Can beat Donnie at video games (if he didn't use cheat codes)

"sherlock_corn" is her handle online

Lives in an apartment/flat with her mom (showed onscreen briefly), that has its own bathroom

Has a subtly mentioned interest in fantasy, as noted by Donnie she tends to download fantasy rpgs and freaks out over cosplay wizards

Just an end note to all of you who aren't black, some offensive tropes I would stray from is making April the angry black girl. This is one of the most common stereotypes of black women in media. I wouldn't mistake April's passion or loudness for aggression. It would be a disservice to dilute her lively character into familiar but ultimately harmful tropes in media.

I am in no way saying you cannot portray April as angry, this is a powerful emotion and it should be explored with black characters, but I am saying that should not be the base of her character. Because well that's not even April's base. She's centered around fun and thrill-seeking.

Wikipedia (yes I know, But they have proven to be more dependable these past years) has a good article on the angry black woman stereotype, so that would a good place to start research on what to Avoid. In my splinter post I also provided some links on doing research on writing poc.

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Anyway!!! We've ended our analysis trip of the main cast in s1. Next I'm thinking of picking apart our antagonists :]. Gonna take a break to work on my own fic, but stay tuned if you found any of my other posts helpful! It's been a fun ride with you all <3

[httpvomitello]

Through the Cracks *⁠.⁠✧

The lair’s punching bag swung violently as Raph landed another heavy blow. The chains rattled, but the red-banded turtle didn’t let up. His fists flew in a rhythm.

You stood nearby, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, mask in place. You’d seen Raph like this before—pushing himself to the limit, taking out whatever storm brewed inside on the poor, defenseless bag.

You started to notice that Raph had been spending more time in this area of the lair, trying to release all the tension from his shoulders. He had been getting more irritable more often, even though he didn't want to admit it.

“Rough day?” you asked, your voice cutting through the steady thud of fists meeting canvas.

Raph grunted, pausing only long enough to glance your way. “Could say that.”

He and Leo had another argument. Another normal day at the lair.

You didn’t press. With Raph, it was better to let him speak when he was ready. Instead, you stepped closer, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

Raph gave the bag one final punch before grabbing a towel. He slung it over his shoulder and turned to face you, his expression still tense. “What about you? You’re quiet tonight.”

You shrugged, tapping a finger against the edge of your mask. “Thinking.”

Raph huffed, tossing the towel aside as he sat on the floor across from you. “What about?”

You hesitated, then reached up, touching the mask without taking it off. Raph’s eyes softened. He never looked at you with pity—only understanding.

“Sometimes it feels like this thing’s glued to my face,” you admitted, setting it on the ground. “Like I forget what it’s like to just…be me.”

Raph nodded, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah, I get that. Sometimes it feels like I’m just the ‘bossy busybody’ Like that’s all people see.”

You studied him for a moment. “You’re more than that, Raph. You know that, right?”

He gave a small, bitter laugh. “Maybe. Don’t gotta think about the rest of it.”

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees. “We all wear masks, Raph. Yours just isn’t made of porcelain.”

Raph’s eyes flicked to you, a flicker of appreciation in his gaze. “Guess that makes us a good pair, huh?”

“Guess so,” you said with a small smile.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The lair was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of Mikey’s music playing softly in the background.

“You know,” Raph said after a while, his voice softer, “you don’t have to hide around us. You’re part of the team. Part of the family.”

You looked at him, his sincerity cutting through your usual defenses. “Thanks, Raph.”

He smirked, reaching out to gently tap the edge of your mask with a finger. “But if you ever want to put this thing on and scare the crap outta Leo and Donnie, I’m all for it.”

You laughed, the sound lightening the air between you. “Deal.”

[little-mouse-gardens]

Random idea that came my mind awhile back, rambled about this on discord but-*plops this here* I am rattling this around in my brain

Tw : mentions of violence, yandere behaviors, blood

I was Thinking about elderitch forest god Donnie basically making this cottagecore dreamscape for researcher reader so he can keep them by his side.

For reader, a researcher and selected member of a team that would be sent to go out and find some ancient ruins and study the wildlife in an unexplored forest, It was just supposed to be a simple trip to study the wildlife and old ruins in an unexplored part of the forest. Nothing more.

However, readers team didn’t seem to read the signs near the entrance……nor did they feel the same set of eyes burning into their backs like reader began to feel the second they stepped foot over the old stone gates that led into the forest.

The silence in the forest is almost deafening…everything in the forest-hell the forest itself seems to have all eyes on them. Watching their every move or trying to train themselves on every word they whispered to eachother.

Reader even seems to pick up how, for lack of a better term, kind the forest is towards them compared to their friends.

A lot more rare wildlife seems to suddenly approach them out of nowhere. They stand in one spot for a few minutes and when they start to walk they notice how a trail of flowers seems to follow right behind them with every step. Their favorite flowers too.

Maybe, every so often, they may catch a glimpse of Donnie’s smiling face every so often. His smile is seemingly so soft for that brief moment. So soft. Warm. Welcoming, and almost loving if reader manages to get a better look before they blink and He’s gone again.

He’s been lonely for a long time, and the moment he set eyes on reader while they were carefully saving some wild ducklings stuck in the middle of a river or scolding their team for breaking some rare plants, he’s head over heels in love.

Their smile…their laugh, the way they care about his forest and the creatures within it. How respectful they are to his old monuments and they ignored their teams complaints about stopping so they could fix one of his statues they’d bumped into.

In his mind he finally found the one. He wouldn’t be lonely anymore. He’d have someone to share all the love he could give with. He would give reader so much love and attention, he’d do everything he could to make them happy.

…which reminded him that he needed to take care of their little…friends first after he spotted them walking off to find some place to camp.

When nightfall comes…..everything goes down hill so fast. A storm hits. During the panic of being chased by wild animals and avoiding falling trees, reader whips their head around to look for their missing friend and ends up getting knocked out by a tree branch.

Everything is a blur from there. Screams, roaring and snarling of animals, soft whispers against their temple as their ears rang. The feeling of being scooped and cradled to someone’s chest. The scent of blood in the air.

By the time readers up they are in a completely different space. The sound of soft music is playing when their eyes flutter open and the feeling of warm fluffy blankets surround them.

They don’t even remember exactly what happened-all reader knows is that when they woke up they found themselves bundled up in the comfiest cottage they’ve ever seen and to the soft sound of his voice. They turn and spot a particularly peculiar sight. A mutant softs-hell turtle wearing nicely embroidered sweater, shorts and an apron that read ‘genius chef’ on the front on lavender stitching.

Before they can even say a word he’s already glancing over his shoulder at them with a warm smile and nice tray of their favorite comfort foods in hand. This loving look on his face as she sets the tray down on their lap and helps reader sit up, “well, good morning start light. I was worried you’d got caught up in the rain again” he says, nothing but warmth and tenderness in his tone as he fluffs their pillows and lifts the lid off of the delicious smelling soup, “here, my darling, I made you some nice warm vegetable soup to help chase that nasty cold away”

readers mind is so fuzzy…that they don’t even register him calling them darling until they’re halfway through eating the meal he made or the ring that’s been slipped onto their finger.

However everything about him feels so…familiar. Very brief memory’s of them and Donnie going out on picnic dates and working on the garden out in the backyard.

This wave of familiarity seems to wash over them as they relax into the pillows and they give him a shy, “oh….sorry about that, you know how I get when I get focused with gardening”

Donnie just chuckles and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to reader to make sure they like the food he made them. His heart practically jumping for joy as he looks at that sweet smile on their face.

Sure he may have….replaced a few memories of theirs with a few that would keep them with him

But hey….in his mind, what they don’t know won’t hurt them right?

After all, their friends can’t wander his forest forever in search of place they will never be able find.

[daboyau]

And another rise hunger games chapter! Wow, just training and interviews to get through, and then the real fun begins. First person to correctly guess who the president is gets a prize or something idk

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The roar of the crowd is deafening as they emerge into the City Circle. Donnie doesn’t drop to his knees and cover his ears, no matter how much he may want to. Kendra presses herself subtly closer to his side, making his skin crawl as she tests her weight slightly against his arm, and once she’s confident that he isn’t going to let her fall, she lifts both arms high in the air in a dramatic flourish that has the crowd going wild. 

Well, that just won’t do. The competition for attention (and for their lives, though he’s trying not to think about that right at the moment) has begun, and Donnie has been a middle child for far too long to let someone else win. With a hand still bracing her, he lifts his free hand high to call attention to himself, then sweeps into a graceful bow as he uses that hand to flip the train of his costume and show off the way the scales shift and change with his movements. The excitement that gets him makes Kendra elbow him hard, digging into the leftover bruises from when Kendra had tackled him. Despite the slight sting, he turns to smirk down at her, smug as she glares back. He’s grateful for the distraction. It makes it feel a little easier to ignorr the ever increasing urge to start screaming.

White and yellow chrysanthemums rain down all around them, carpeting the streets and getting crushed beneath the wheels of the chariots. Donnie sputters as one nails him in the face, and when Kendra tilts her head back and laughs, he forces himself to do the same, all too aware of the eyes and the cameras trained on them. Kendra plucks it from where it had fallen to his shoulder and tucks it behind her ear, grinning at him with a gleam in her eyes before turning a bright smile towards the cameras. More cheers, and suddenly the flowers raining down around them feel a lot more intentional. Oh, she is good. 

There’s not much room in the chariot for them to do much more than wave or bow, or make a few subtle gestures at one another as they try to disguise jostling and thrown elbows as incidental closeness. Every time either one of them does a little half-twist or bows, the crowd goes crazy as their costumes ripple and change in a complimentary dance of beautiful colors. For one stupid moment, Donnie can almost forget what’s at stake; this just feels like hassling April or his brothers over the last piece of a birthday cake or for their dad’s attention. It is stupid and childish and all the meanness without any of the malice. It’s almost nice. 

And then the feeling of a new set of eyes on him sends a prickling up his spine. This gaze is different. It is not the attention of the thousands of cheering fans, or even the grave watchfulness he can almost imagine he feels from the District people settled in their homes, watching the proceedings on their holoscreens. It is cold and dangerous and close. 

Donnie snaps upright from his latest sweeping bow, careful to maintain his facsimile of a smile as sharp eyes sweep the crowd for the source of the gaze. He knows that it is foolish to actually believe that he can pick out or even feel a single glare amongst a crowd of over one hundred thousand, but he doesn’t know how else to classify the sudden creeping, choking sensation that has crawled up his spine and circled his neck like a noose. Alarm bells are ringing inside his head, drowning out all other sounds.

He scans the crowd, taking in the gleeful smiles and hungry excitement, before his eyes finally settle on the massive raised platform that they are barreling towards. The presidential mansion looms above them, bright and beautiful and utterly sterile. Lights are projected onto its side, fake fireworks exploding over the bone white surface in a colorful facsimile of true celebration. Standing high above them all, the president stares out with an expression that Donnie can only think of as regnant. He is impassive as he watches the proceedings, and indifferent to the fact that he holds so many lives in the palms of his hands. He is completely confident in his control of the situation and the people as he stares down at 24 soon-to-be killers. The distance between the procession and the presidential manor is still far too great for Donnie to delude himself into thinking that their eyes can meet, but he still shudders when that cold gaze passes carelessly over him. He knows where that sense of danger is stemming from now. 

Though his features are wizened and long greyed with age, the president still cuts an imposing figure. He has not let power make him soft. The cushion of Capitol living hasn’t done anything to dull his sharp edges. 

Not that Donnie is surprised, really. The man has been in power since before papa was born; an impressive feat, considering the immense power struggle that had occurred after the first rebellion failed. From what papa has told him - and what the cobbled together and highly sanitized history lessons have conveniently left out - there were an impressive number of assassinations during that time. He would have had to be sharp to survive. Unless, of course, he was the one ordering said assassinations in the first place.

Donnie narrows his eyes as they draw closer to the man who has created an age of prosperity for Panem, and has kept the Districts crushed thoroughly beneath his heel. He’s always looked minatorial during every holoscreen appearance he’s made, and papa used to warn them all of his propensity towards cruelty in hushed, fearful whispers. Donnie had never questioned his father’s words, but he hadn’t realized before now just how accurate those statements had been.

He keeps the smile in place, even as the lump in his throat grows and threatens to stop his breathing. He can’t tear his eyes away from the platform, or the figure standing atop it, flanked by his counsel. They watch the procession with a detached interest, like the children they are sending to their deaths are nothing more than pawns to be moved across the board.

Those cold eyes settle upon their chariot, raking over the beautiful costumes and sparkling gems, assessing the Tributes encased within. The president doesn’t seem impressed. He turns his attention on to the next set quickly, and Donnie feels tension prickle across his muscles as their chariots begin to slow, raising goosebumps across his bare skin as each one settles upon its predetermined spot before the presidential mansion. 

The crowd falls silent as the president steps closer to the podium, the slight electronic feedback of his microphone enough to have the entirety of the Capitol holding its breath. Donnie does his best not to wince at the sound as it needles at his skin and scratches uncomfortably inside his brain. The president’s eyes sweep over the gathered tributes again, slow and thoughtful. He does not smile, but he does incline his head at each chariot, as if acknowledging each individual District. 

“We gather today, to welcome our tributes,” he says, his deep voice soft but commanding the attention of the crowd with enviable ease. Donnie can almost feel each onlooker sit up a little straighter. “We salute each of you for your courage and your strength.”

The crowd erupts into applause, more subdued now than the previous raucous cheers and screams, but no less enthusiastic. The president smiles, just the slightest tick of his lips, and his gaze moves slowly over the crowd before snapping back towards the gathered tributes once again.

“We honor our tributes,” he says slowly, as his eyes come to rest directly upon Donnie. “—and their families. We recognize the sacrifices made for the sake of peace and prosperity. We thank you.” 

His gaze moves on, but the feeling of it lingers. Donnie stays frozen, fingers digging hard enough into the handrail that he can almost feel the flimsy metal warp beneath his grip. His heart is pounding. The lights are too bright. Everything is so loud.

He just wants to curl up in the familiar comfort of his own bed, tucked beneath the weight of his blankets. He wants Mikey to sit on his thighs to to provide much needed pressure while he hides away in the darkness of his covers. He wants Raph to hum and rub careful, comforting circles on his back. He wants Leo—

Well. He just wants to be home. He wants his family. 

“We wish you all a happy Hunger Games,” the president says serenely. “And may the odds be ever in your favor.”

The crowd cheers. Fanfare plays. The fake fireworks pop and explode all across the walls of the mansion, painting it bloody red and fire orange. Donnie stares at the bursts of color, wishing the fires were real. The president stares back, eyes narrowed like he knows the thoughts inside his head. 

The chariots begin to move with a lurch that nearly sends Digi and Gizmo stumbling off the back of theirs, and has Kendra clutching at his arm to keep her balance. He can almost feel that chilling gaze lingering as they ride away. Kendra bumps him gently with her shoulder, and when he turns to look at her, she gestures for him to lean down. He obliges, mostly out of the desire for a distraction from the creeping unease.

Her lips brush the shell of his ear as she whispers, “That speech was total bullshit, huh?” 

His smile feels a little more real all of a sudden. 

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There is a stranger waiting for them when the elevator doors slide open to reveal their fourth floor apartment. He is seated primly upon the pristinely clean and stupidly shaped sofa, ankle crossed over his knee, hands folded in his lap, head held high. He is invading the only marginally safe or private space afforded to them within the Capitol, and it rankles how much he looks like he belongs within this stupid fancy apartment.

He assesses them as they pile off the elevator, Donnie and Kendra both shuffling awkwardly forward as they clutch at the trailing fabric of their costumes to keep it from getting caught in the elevator door. They each keep a wary eye on him, suspicious of the interloper in their apartment. Atomo goes silent when she sees their visitor, her excited chattering about their Chariot Ride and the burgeoning sponsor interest cutting off with a sharp gasp. Donnie glares at the stranger, who surveys him with an expression that he has no idea the meaning of in return. He looks…excited, maybe? But that doesn’t quite fit. Certainly not upset, but not happy either. There’s a strange shininess to his eyes as they focus on Donnie’s face. He wishes Mikey or Leo were here to tell him what that expression means.

The stranger doesn’t stand until papa steps out from behind the cover of their small crowd. His eyes light up, yet his lips pulls down into a frown. He smoothes the fabric of his skirt and crosses his arms, muscles bulging in a way that even Donnie can tell must be purposeful. Yikes and gross. Talk about desperate. 

“Draxum,” Yoshi says, his voice low and full of a quiet rage that Donnie rarely gets to hear. His hands flex at his sides before curling into tight fists. Donnie steps to the side, train dragging in his wake and shimmering even in the dim apartment lights, intent on keeping both of them in his sights. As if sensing the brewing danger, Kendra and Atomo both hurry to join him, standing a few feet back like they hope he’ll act as a buffer.

“Yoshi,” the man returns, sounding more amused than angry, which tells Donnie all he needs to know about who holds the power between the two of them. The stranger’s eyes narrow as they move slowly up and down Yoshi’s body. It’s something that he’s seen done to his father before, but it makes Donnie’s skin crawl worse than usual this time. “I see you are as pathetic as ever. Maybe even moreso than usual, considering the…special guest this year.” 

Donnie stiffens as those sharp golden eyes drift towards him once again. Draxum’s lip curls, and if he didn’t know any better Donnie might have said that it almost looks like a smile. He stares back, too exhausted to bother trying to force even the barest hint of emotion into his expression. His papa hisses between his teeth, sharp and deliberate, and Draxum’s attention snaps back towards him immediately. 

“What do you want?” he snaps, and though Draxum has a significant height advantage, he somehow manages to look down his nose at him in the way only someone who knows their own strength can. This time, the twisting of Draxum’s lips can only be a smile, small and cruel as it is.

“There has been a report that your son requires medical intervention,” Draxum says, slow and soft, and Donnie feels his stomach drop at the way those words make his father’s face go all twisted and pale. He really doesn’t want to deal with this right now. 

So he won’t. 

“I’m going to shower,” he announces, refusing to meet any of the eyes that snap towards him. “If you’re still hanging around when I’m done you can look at my back then.” 

And then he turns and stomps away, ignoring the voices that call after him as he goes. It feels good to slam the bedroom door behind him, and as silence falls over the room he finally feels like he has a chance to catch his breath. Leaning against the door just in case anyone decides to follow him, he takes a moment to just try to breathe. His eyeballs feel hot and his chest feels tight. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears as his heart pounds, echoing the dull throbbing at the base of his skull. There is an uncomfortable tingling in his fingertips. 

Thankfully, no one tries to follow him. There is no pounding at the door or jiggling of the knob. He’s not sure what he would have done if someone did try to get in, but he’s sure there would have been blood. Exhaling slowly, Donnie steps towards the bathroom, mindful to stay close to the wall and out of the range of the camera’s ever watchful eye. Glittering gems trail in his wake, silent as they fall to the carpet. The sting as they’re pulled from his skin feels good. It feels real in a way very little else has today. 

He leaves the beautiful, glittering gown in a heap on the bathroom floor. His hands are steady as he turns the faucet, water gushing forth and filling the air with steam almost immediately. For a long while, he sits on the side of the tub and just watches the water as it circles the drain, breathing in the steam and the lingering smell of the shampoo he used when he last showered.

The water burns when he finally steps beneath its strong spray. His back tingles at the heat and the pressure, but it does not hurt. He thinks about the stranger in the living room, and wonders what he plans to do during the so-called medical intervention. His hands do not shake even though his lungs feel too small inside his chest. He takes his time. Thankfully the Capitol never runs out of hot water.

When he leaves the quiet sanctity of the bathroom, he’s not surprised to find Draxum in his room. The man is standing by the floor to ceiling window, which has been made clear again, and is staring at the city beyond. There’s something thoughtful and fond in his gaze, though Donnie couldn’t begin to guess at what he might be thinking as he looks out at the glittering expanse of white and silver. He clears his throat, impatient to get this over with, and Draxum turns slowly to face him.

“I’d rather this be fast,” he says simply, arms crossed tight over his chest, refusing to look Draxum in the face. 

“It should be a simple matter, as long as you haven’t caused any undue damage to yourself,” Draxum concedes with a tip of his head. Dark pink hair cascades over his shoulders with the movement, silky and long. Teal lines his eyes and lips, a strangely vibrant pop of color against his dark skin and dull grey clothes.

“Close the window.” 

Draxum arches an eyebrow at being ordered around but thankfully complies, and the late evening sunlight is dampened as the window goes opaque again. Donnie grits his teeth and stands by the foot of the oversized bed, wishing there was a chair or a desk or something besides a bed in this stupid room. He feels vulnerable. He hates it. 

“Shirt off,” orders Draxum, and the cold clinical tone he uses is actually almost enough to soothe some of the nerves sparking inside Donnie’s chest, screaming that this situation holds the hallmarks of both stupid and dangerous. Donnie shrugs his shirt off, but keeps it clutched tightly in his hands. Draxum slips on a pair of gloves, not looking at him. “Turn so I can examine your back.”

There is no gasp of shock as he takes in the scarred expanse of flesh and the metal exo-spine. He doesn’t even hum with interest or ask how a boy from the Districts could have come into possession of such a piece of technology. All he does is press forward, far too close for Donnie’s comfort. He can feel each of the man’s cool breaths on his back and feel the press of latex covered fingers as he examines the seam where skin and metal meet. Donnie grits his teeth and tries not to snap. 

“You don’t seem surprised by it,” he says instead, eyes trained on the ceiling, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. Draxum scoffs, and his fingers press a little harder, almost to the point of pain. His gloved hands trace the metal spine, and Donnie feels his legs tingle. He hates it he hates it he—

“Why would I be surprised?” Draxum demands as he prods at one of the keloid scars on his shoulder. “I made it, after all.”

[normal-internet-user]

Sup! Can you do a rottmnt turtles x male reader (seprately ) where the reader is a natural flirt but when they flirt back he absolutely Loses his shit and becomes super flustered?

Yes! yes omg yes! I can totally do this! tysm for the request Anon!

Rise Boy's With A Flirty Male!Reader

Raph:

Raph isn't the flirty type.

Most of the time he just says cute shit that makes you all happy inside.

You however,

Are one flirtatious son a batch.

You're usually carrying the relashonship in that aspect.

So one day, while the two of you are spending time together,

When you make an offhanded flirty comment,

You expected the usual stuttering and mumbling,

However,

You were not expecting him to flirt back.

You literally did a spit take and whipped your head around like,

Hello?

Excuse me?

What did my baby boy just say?

And why did I kinda like it?

Raph immediatly goes into panic mode at your reaction,

He legit thinks he did something wrong.

He calms down after you explain to him he didn't,

And that you were just surprised.

He starts flirting back alittle more after that,

But his most common response is his usual flustered state.

Leo:

It's no secret that Leo is the flirting KING.

So your guys' relashonship is pretty much a challange to fluster the other.

And you have zero clue who's winning.

But you guys will go back and forth with flirty comments for hours.

Much to the utter dismay of literally everyone around you.

You are positive you have the upper hand in your latest battle of flirtatious comments.

Leo proves you incredibly wrong however,

When he renders you completely speechless.

And this mf is cocky as hell about it too.

"Who's winning now, huh, hottie?"

You are literally hiding your face so he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing your blush.

That doesn't last long,

Since he literally pulls you face up for a smooch.

Donnie:

Donnie is the stoic bad-boy.

He likes to think that nothing gets to him.

But as his boyfriend you know that's not true.

He's not as good at hiding his flustered state as he thinks,

But he's never attempted to flirt back.

He mostly just complements you if he feels like it,

But never straight up flirts.

Well, until today.

It was the usual day hanging out in his lab,

Him tinkering away while you talked,

With a flirty comment thrown in here or there.

You honestly thought he wasn't paying attention.

That's why when this smooth mf responded to your flirting with some of his own.

You literally short circut.

You just freeze and stare at him,

Your face is so red you might as well have stolen one of Raph's masks.

And this asshole just smirks at you, before returning to his work.

You have no idea how to react,

It takes like ten minutes for you to process that event.

Mikey:

Mikey is your ray of sunshine.

You would do anything for him to be happy,

Which is why you flirt with him so often,

Because his face lights up everytime.

He never really flirts back though,

Poor boy doesn't really know how.

So he doesn't really try.

That's why you practically passed out when he delivered the smoothest line you had ever heard.

Even you didn't have that rizz.

Mikey straight up thought you had somehow died when you just kinda stood there,

Blushing like an idiot.

He went and got his brothers for help,

Leo literally doubled over laughing when he heard what happened.

Donnie mumbled something about time waster's,

Raph just kinda chuckled and pat Mikey on the shell.

Mikey had no idea what to do to snap you out of it,

So he just waved a cookie under your nose.

You snapped out of it pretty quick.

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Your ask is served Anon! I hope this is written to your liking, and have a wonderful day!

[theblueskyphoenix]

I head you just got into 03 XD what’s your opinion on everyone? /gen question

XD Well since you asked dear Anon, though I'll try to keep this brief since I can go for hours.

So general thoughts on the turtles:

Leo is best boy and my favorite turtle of this iteration.

This Leo was the first Leo I ever got to know. Cause one thing to clarify: I hd seen part of 03 before I just didn't get fully into it till recently thanks to Stormy. (I had basically only seen season 1.)

Anyways, back to Leo, I love this dork. He's chivalrous, kind and family means everything to him. He's a good boy and is doing his best. Even if he's a bit too hard on himself. Honestly I relate to him a lot, all the more reason he's best boy for me. Also, I love the fact that while he is a serious young man, he also knows how to have fun. Adds a lot to why I love him so much.

Then we have Mikey!

XD He is such a goof ball and I love him for it. I can not tell you how many times this little ball of sunshine has made me laugh with his antics. I also appreciate the fact that while he is a goof, he can take things seriously and overall, he never has any ill intent. He always means the best.

Also his relationship with Klunk gives me life.

Raphael from 2003 is probably my top Raphael.

I ADORE the arcs he gets in 2003. Plus, I love how they give him so many layers to his character. He's not just the angry one, he also has a gentle heart at his core. And he realizes he does have a temper and is trying to better himself. And I appreciate how he serves as a kind of a balance for Leo. The two kind of keep each other in check. (Especially during Season 4 when Leo was going through it. Raph really was the MVP in noticing Leo was not okay.)

So... yes I adore this tough turtle with a heart of gold.

Then finally we have Donnie! The war criminal- I mean precious sweet baby child who totally did not commit grand theft auto multiple times.

Okay all joking aside I adore this guy. I do admittedly have a soft spot for nerds and Donnie certainly fits the bill. Plus he's a sweet heart and a gentleman. Which is all the more reason I feel so bad he gets to see all the horrors. (and endure horrors. Season 4 was rough for this guy.) Also, love the fact he just wants to help anyone in need. He's got the same chivalry as Leo and it makes me happy to see it.

Then as a bonus because I will take any opportunity to squeal about this character because I feel he is under appreciated and is my favorite non turtle character:

Zayton Honeycutt AKA The Fugitoid! (I often call him Fugi lol)

Oh boy I could go for hours about why I like this silly robot man. As stated with Donnie I have a huge soft spot for nerds and Fugitoid is no exception. He's the embodiment of a dorky scientist and it's adorable. Plus, I appreciate how considerate he is of those around him. Like when he met the turtles he just immediately wanted to help them instead of just leaving them high and dry with the federation. He really is a good bot who wants the best for everyone, even if it means sacrificing himself to keep those he cares about safe.

And there's my overall thoughts. <3 Loving 2003 and looking forward to finishing my marathoning soon. Still got a season and half left to go. Looking forward to finishing and making more fun fan art for it. Especially for my sister's fanfict she's working on. (Fish Out of Water. Please give her some love when it comes out. It's gonna be good I promise.)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! Gotta say that your writting is so, so amazing!! It's so in character and the way you work with descriptions and words is really beautiful! <333

It's so very impressive and inspiring that you post almost every single day(like WOW), I hope you're not overworking yourself and take breaks!

I'm not sure if your requests are open(if not, feel free to ignore it pls!!), but I would've liked to request pretty much anything with either 2007 or 2003 Donnie if that's okay :D

Timeless Love (Fluff)

FastForward!Donatello x reader

A/N: Thank you so much!💕 I’ve been writing for years, but actually sharing my writings is still pretty new to me, especially in English💚 It’s so sweet of you to think of my well being. I do not feel overworked just yet😂 Anyway, I already had this idea floating around for Fast Forward Donnie, so I thought this was the perfect time to get it done. I might continue it and have some more fun with it in the future, but I’m not sure yet. But until then, hope you enjoy💜🐢

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Donatello and Cody make a device that can freeze time, but does it work?

Warnings: None that I can think of💜

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Donatello had been eager to show you and his brothers, his and Cody’s latest project. At night when the two of you were about to got to bed, he would start rambling on about how it might be one of the greatest innovations ever made. This left you very interacted, as you had thought Cody’s accidental time machine was the greatest innovation ever made.

It didn’t take long before that day came. In the depths of Cody’s lab, Donatello and the young Jones proudly presented the small top rounded machine to you and the rest of the turtles.

“That’s it?”, Raph asked, looking at the clock-like machine in front of him. “All this for a fashy stopwatch?”

“I think Donnie finally lost his mind”, Mikey whispered to Leo, causing the oldest turtle to roll his eyes.

“It is not a stopwatch”, Donnie said. “It’s a Temporal Interruption Device - or TID for short”.

“Donnie, sweetheart”, you said, using that nickname that made Donnie churr whenever the two of you were alone. “You know I love it when you tech-talk, but I have no idea what that means”.

Donatello sighed before pointing to the machine with a deadpan look. “That thing can stop time. Pause it, you can say”.

“So I was right!”, Raphael laughed. “It is a stopwatch!”

“Kind of”, Cody smiled, finding the banter amusing. “I have to admit, when Donatello first came up with the idea I thought it was strange, impossible even. But then Donnie reminded me that if you can travel in time, then it should also be possible to stop time”.

Leo hummed in thought, rubbing his chin. “It sounds pretty amazing, Donnie, but is it a good idea to freeze time?”

“Well, just like time travel can have its consequences on the space time continuum, I would speculate that freezing of time would most likely have some of the same”, Donnie said in thought, looking through his notes on his holographic tablet. “But we got time to figure that out, no pun intended. The Temporal Interruption Device isn’t ready yet. It still has a few bugs we need to smooth out, before it even can freeze water”.

“But if it worked”, you started, your curiosity peaked like it did so often when Donnie talked about his work. “How do you use it?”

“It’s very easy”, Donnie said, beaming bright at your interest in his invention. He took your hand and led you close to the machine, causing Mikey and Raph to make gagging noises behind your back, only for Leo to give them a light scolding. He took your other hand, making your stomach tingle slightly, before putting it on top of the rounded machine. “You just put your hand here”, he said, his face close to yours as he did so. You turned your head to smile at him, almost forgetting his brothers and Cody being nearby.

“Gross, they’re doing it again”, Mikey said. “They are doing that weird tech PDA thing!”

“Be nice, Mikey”, Leo said, just as Donnie put slight pressure on your hand.

“And then you just push”, he said, ignoring his younger brother. The machine made a small click as it was pushed down. You didn’t think anything strange of it as the lamps lit up, but when you saw Donnie’s confused expression, you knew something was up. Your boyfriend never looked confused at his own inventions.

Before you could ask him what was going on, the machine made a small thing. Then all sound stopped. The small background hums of the machines in Cody’s lap, Splinter’s soap opera in the living room and the song Serling had been singing in the kitchen, all stopped.

The other turtles and Cody were stuck in various poses, mid-action, all in the midst of moving towards the two of you, in what seemed like a hurry. You and Donatello however remained unaffected.

"Oops”, he said, in an almost unintentional comical manner, as he took in the others' appearances. “This wasn't supposed to happen".

You looked around at the frozen scene, a mix of awe and amusement on your face. "This is so cool, Donnie", you said, grabbing onto his arm.

“I guess so”, Donnie said, turning his head to the side as he looked at his brothers, a small smile spreading across his face once more, when he turned to you once more. You loved whenever he adorned that smile. Slightly mischievous but never any less than sweet and bright. Typically a smile Donatello would show, whenever he had an idea he thought to be good. “Wanna take a look around?”

“Of course”, you smiled back.

You and your boyfriend walked from the lab and into the living room, where you found Splinter frozen in front of the television, shock spread across his face, taking in the character on the screen, that was in the middle of telling her cousin she was actually her stepsister.

In the kitchen you found Serling in the middle of his cooking. Food on the stove while he stood at the kitchen counter, a knife slightly raised over the vegetables he had been cutting.

“Okay, you were right”, Donnie chuckled. “This is pretty cool”.

“It almost feels wrong”, you said, making your way behind Serling so you could get to the fridge. “To be walking around without them knowing”. You opened the fridge and took out two juice boxes.

“You’re once again right”, he said, accepting the juice box with a grateful smile, letting his hand linger on yours for a bit. “But I have to be honest, I do like how quiet it is”.

“There’s something about that”, you giggled, bringing the straw of your juice box to your mouth so you could take a sip. But before you could manage that, Donatello put his juice box on the kitchen counter and brought his arms around your waist, pulling you into a quick sudden kiss. You kissed him back, but couldn’t help but giggle against his lips. “What was that for?”

“With my brothers frozen in time, I can kiss you as much as I want without them acting up”, he joked, dipping in for another deep kiss. You smiled against his lips, enjoying the nice and quiet moment, knowing that no one would come and interrupt you. Maybe the Temporal Interruption Device would become way more handy than you originally had thought it would.

When the two of you pulled apart, you had already forgotten the presents of frozen Serling in the kitchen, causing both of you to jump a bit.

“Maybe we should go back and unfreeze them”, Donnie said, still with his arm wrapped around you, his hand making soft circular motions on your back.

“That’s probably a good idea”, you said, handing him his juice box once more, before finally taking a sip of your own.

You and Donnie went back to the lab, chuckling at the sight of his brothers and Cody, frozen in the same position you left them in. Still with your juice boxes in hand, you went over to the machine, where both of you placed your hands on top. You gave it a good press, watching as the world around you got unpaused. The humming of the machines came back, followed with the sound of Splinter gasping at his soap opera.

“Bianca, no!”

The turtles and Cody came back to life, hurrying forward, only to stop in their tracks when they saw you and Donnie happily drink out of your juice boxes. They stared at you, confused by the sudden appearances of the juice boxes, let alone who the two of you managed to get to the other side of the Temporal Interruption Device in less than a second. But before they could ask any questions, Serling came into the lab with a heavy sigh, metallic hand rubbing the place where his nose should have been.

“Master Donatello, Miss (Y/N)”, he started, sounding very strained. “I understand the need and appeal of getting affectionate with no interruptions, but please refrain from doing it in front of me. Even with time frozen, my picture memory and motion sensors can read any interaction”.

“Don’t say it like that, Serling”, you sighed, trying to ignore the expression on the boys’ faces. “You make it sound like we had sex in front of you”. Donatello almost choked on his juice by your forwardness, causing the boys to burst out in laughter. Even after such a long time together, it still managed to surprise Donatello every once in a while.

“I am just happy you left before deciding to do so”, Serling sighed, before turning towards the door so he could return to the kitchen. “That mental recording and terabyte trauma just wouldn’t be worth it”.

[pianocat939]

here me out, yan rise boys w/ cat mutant reader hcs? feel free to ignore

Reminds me of how I was called cat instead of my name that one time lmao- these aren't very long since idk I couldn't really think of any major differences (this goes with most animal mutant/yokai requests ngl)

Excuse me for any misconceptions with cats, I haven't been around one in a decade so- also- I did write this one as more romantic leaning

Tw: Donnie putting MC on a diet that's only beneficial for cats, Leo playing "shining knight in armour" bs, delusional, just fluff really

Yan Turtles with Cat Mutant MC Hcs

✦Ronald Reagan's Crusty Elbow✦

Finds you really fluffy and snuggly. If you aren't a touchy person please beware of him because he will want to cuddle. He loves to give scritches behind your ears just to see if you'll purr or make any other pleased noises. If you do, he is gonna be all soft to the point I doubt he'll want to let you go for a moment.

Want your fur to be brushed? Bro is all about it. He might even put on a little Soul music while he brushes you. He tries to make it as calming as possible.

If you idk lick his cheek or somewhere on his face (cuz you're a cat-) I think he would find your weird sandpaper tongue so interesting. Might giggle a bit from the feeling.

✦Lathering Nose✦

He is definitely an asshole. He'll do everything and anything to make you jump or get startled. But as soon as you are, he hugs you and gives a few pecks wherever on your face saying you're safe in his arms. Basically, he's doing the "I'm the cause of it and then acting like I'm saving you from it."

Something tells me he would love stuffing you into like a sack with your head poking out and cuddling with you while you're trapped in the sack. He is all about those nuzzles- he loves nuzzles.

He would 100% buy you weird hats for you to try on- because people do that with their cats. It could be an apple, a turtle, to Donald Trump's hair. He just loves funky hats to give you.

✦Dough Slapping Giraffe✦

He is going to ban you from eating any foods harmful to cats because he's a paranoid fucker. Don't think he won't know, because he'll have cameras, trackers, hell he might even straight up destroy that food forever.

We know he isn't too big on physical affection, but I think he'd like you chilling on his lap while he works. I like to think his lab is a bit chilly considering all the metal and other things, so he likes that you're warm.

I'm sorry but he loves being a menace and playing with you with a laser. Definitely not his lab, but maybe the living room or just a more open space will he whip it out and laugh every time you instinctually want to chase it.

He records any cat-like noise you make it. You cannot convince me otherwise. He'll likes to listen to it if he ever has issues with sleeping or idk whatever negative situation.

✦Morphine Sucker✦

Cuddles, snuggles, pets, scritches; he will be all over you if you're any type of fuzzy animal. If he ever feels bad or just feels lonely he shoves his face into your fur, most often your neck. He has a bad habit of playing with your tail. Not in a malicious way, but he wants to pet it or watch it move around.

If he ever cooks for you, he likes to shape any solids or sauce in the shape of a cat head. He also tends to put in ingredients that are more well-fit for a cat.

He loves the sound of your purrs, he'll just cling to you and listen to it every time it happens. Also, every time you purr, he thinks he's doing a good job at whatever and that his divinity is blessing him. So you're quite literally deluding him more.

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I'm intimidated to write anything that's romantic omg- like I think I've scared myself into putting the least amount of romantic things when I say it's romantic leaning help-

- Celina

[dandylovesturtles]

Does Leo ever have to deal with his family being dumb about his disability? Example of what I mean - my sister once parked my manual wheelchair in the corner with me FACING the corner because she wasn't thinking and it looked neater (she moved me immediately when I protested and never did it again. It happened when we were first getting used to me needing a wheelchair and something we both laugh about.)

I'm... I'm sorry I shouldn't have laughed but. but how. HOW. why would you face the chair towards the corner I a;lsdfjlsd (I'm glad you laugh about it now haha)

ANYWAY yes I am sure they have done a million dumb things, large and small, just by virtue of it never being something any of them had to think about and now suddenly they all have to think about it. like putting things where Leo can't reach them on accident or making a mess that blocks the floor in a way he can't navigate (the lair starts being a lot cleaner after this haha). Raph in particular tried to be "helpful" early on by moving Leo's chair often before Leo put his foot down on how he does not want to be moved without asking first.

Probably the first time they went to Hueso's they sat down at their normal booth and Leo was just sitting there like "hey guys do you see any problems with our current seating arrangements" and they were like "what, we just sat where we always do- oh"

one of them is hogging the (currently) only accessible bathroom in the lair and when Leo tells them to hurry up they're like "just use the other bathroom Leo!" and he's like :|

also I mentioned them knowing Leo doesn't like his chair tipped up even as a joke, and the way they come to know that is... by tipping his chair up as a joke. it's just that Leo's whole bit is annoying his brothers into retaliating, and they felt bad about shoving the guy how he is, so tipping the chair seemed like an obvious alternative. Leo just kinda laughed it off at first but eventually they caught on to how Leo really really really did not like them doing that and it stopped being fun as a play-fighting technique. Now it's more likely that they'll noogie his head or something like that.

there's also plenty of times the guys think they've messed up by saying or doing something wrong but Leo just thinks its funny. like one time during one of their typical arguments Donnie tells Leo to "take a long walk off a short pier," to which he responds that he would, but he hasn't been able to walk since The Incident, which made Donnie feel absolutely awful until he realized Leo was grinning ear to ear like the little shit he is

Donnie is also the one who will deliberately put something where Leo can't reach it just to mess with him, and he also calls him "short" all the time. It's one of those things where Donnie is allowed to do it but if anyone else did it Donnie would be first in line to punch them.

[ninnosaurus]

Just something small 100% inspired by @redsrooftopprincess portable kinetic heaters hc <3

Warnings for: near death experience, talk about needles. I think that's it? If not, let me know. Written on my phone lmao. No beta, I like living on the edge.

Raphael is scared of needles.

Horribly, extremely scared of needles. Has been for as long as he can remember. Which is hilarious when you think about it. Big bad Raph who has a big bad tattoo on his bicep. Big bad Raph who could probably flip a car if he really put his mind to it.

Big bad Raph who jumped out a plane, and who fought an alien on a ever building weapon of destruction. Is scared. Of needles.

Mikey likes to tease him for it, only for Raphael to get back at him by dropping a fake spider down his shell. Knowing the runt of the four never liked spiders, even less having them on him.

Truth be told, it never was the needle itself he was scared of. It's what happened when he had to get up close and personal with one. A memory he often think of when he fiddles with the handheld device that's connected to the implant under his shell.

"Dad! Daaaaad, daad please help!"

Splinter rushed towards the small voice calling him. His boys were all independent, strong already. But when they called for him like that, it was bad.

"What's going on, my son?"

The rat sat down next to the pile of turtles. The youngest had apparently woken up from their nap for some reason.

"Raph isn't waking up, dad... And he's really, really cold." Mikey shoved his brother again only for him to roll over and flop onto Donnie instead.

Their dad took the small hand of Raphael in his. Inside, he was in a panic. What was going on? Is he just deeply asleep? Is he sick? Did he di- no, he can't think like that. He had to keep calm and to not freak his sons out.

"Raphael, Raphael, my boy, it's time to wake up."

He gingerly lifted the child up and put him on his lap. He was cold. Floppy. But he was breathing, just extremely weakly. He had a pulse, yes. But that too was hard to find, and barely there.

Leonardo came to stand next to him.

"He said- he said that he should sleep on the top because- because he's the strongest. So if anything happened he could protect us." He was fighting so hard to be strong, to not show he was close to tears, thinking his brother had died in his sleep.

Splinter hummed in reply.

"Come, boys. We'll get him to the wash room."

"Why?" Mikey asked as he took hold of Splinter's tail as they walked.

"I am going to splash some water on him. To try and wake him up."

Hours passed. Raphael still not waking up. Splinter didn't know what to do. Where could he take the child? Nowhere. His other three sons stayed close to the sleeping child.

The rat was deep in meditation when a small hand tapped his own. Cracking an eye open he was face to face with the big eyes of Donatello, who when he saw his dad had seen him, decided to plop his body in his father's lap.

"Yes, Donatello?"

"I think we need to warm him up."

"How come?"

"Well, me, Leo and Mikey are awake... And I think it's because we shared more body heat." His hands started moving as he spoke. "Raph just had our shells to lay on, and that got him too cold because our shells aren't that warm but our skin is because there's more blood flow there compared to our shells-"

Splinter huffed a laugh as he listened to his son prattle on without taking a break to breathe.

"What do you think, dad?"

The turtle in his lap looked up at him.

"I think it sounds like an excellent idea."

Leonardo and Mikey were both in the middle of running around in the wash room, filling cups with water to throw at each other. One of them laughing as the other slipped on a puddle.

Donnie, however, was in full focus mode. Closely watching Raphael who was currently resting on their father's chest in the tub. Splinter had to admit that he did notice the color slowly returning to the child. He discreetly checked the pulse and yes, even that was starting to return to a stronger flow.

"Is it working, dad?"

He didnt miss the worry in Donnie's voice. How it wavered. Like he would start crying at any moment if Raphael didn't start moving soon. He reached out a hand to cup his sons face.

"He is going to be fine."

It was late when he finally woke up. Groggy, out of it, confused. Shaking like a leaf. But finding himself cuddled into something soft. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, relieved to see he was hugged close to his dad.

Leo stirred next to him, seemingly annoyed at getting bumped by something.

"Stop movin'..."

"Sorry..."

His brother instantly sat up. "Raph?! You're awake?"

Confusion clear on his face, Raph just looked at Leo.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"What's with all the noi- Raphie!"

Mikey flung himself at his brother, prompting an "oof" out of their dad.

Years had passed since then. Splinter had told him he'd been sleeping for about three days before he fully woke up.

Raphael idly scratch the place where Donatello had made a small cut after - trying his best - to numb the area. With. That. Fuckin'. Needle. Now, it barely showed a scar. How he had managed to build something like that at such an age, no one actually knew.

After nearly dying during a nap that winter many years ago, Donnie had made it his mission to learn about their biology. Quickly realizing they were extremely sensitive to cold. Research that led to him trying to figure out how to combat it. Something that resulted in portable heaters.

Only problem was: They had to be under their skin.

Raphael wasn't scared of needles before nearly dying. Found them kind of cool and had to be scolded by his dad many, many times because he tried picking the ones he found up. But something in him happened after that. Maybe it was that the numbing didn't work for him, and that Donnie had to cut into the sensitive area connecting his shell to his skin?

He's not sure. All he does know is that he's thankful his brother did it. And that he can't stand needles.

Man, he really hates needles.