#get mikey a medical professional

[notm1keyy]

Does he not look like he’s under the care of 3 amazing and incredible medics???

[filthyslashertoad]

The Slashers & Miscellaneous Reacting to You Breaking Your Leg

Patrick Bateman(You already know)

Asks you if you want sparkling water, not painkillers, or comfort, just sparkling water.

If you're in a "relationship" with him, he may bring you his signed record from Huey Lewis and The News so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Michael Myers

Tries to avoid you at all costs because he feels like he might accidentally hurt you.

Even when you're sleeping, he'll sleep somewhere else during that time because he doesn't want to move suddenly and risk you injuring yourself more. (Sympathetic Mikey)

Pyramid Head

Just quietly watches you.

Brings you things that he thinks may help you or that you'll enjoy.

Leon Kennedy

Doesn't really know how to empathize with you properly because he doesn't want to come off as an asshole.

He resorts to sending you little Post-it notes and cards that have horse jokes on them. (Don't ask why they're horses specifically)

(Btw, Chris and Carlos suggested the idea)

Carlos Oliveira

Refuses to leave your side .

Tries his hardest not to cling to you.

He's a super sympathetic boy, so he somewhat blames himself for your injury and feels liable for it. (Pls reassure him)

Poly!Ghostface

Stu brings markers to sign your cast and while he's doing that, Billy is in the corner stressing and overthinking.

Stu draws dinosaurs and little skulls all over your cast, if you're lucky he may even draw one of your favorite horror movie characters, though it has to be labeled because nobody knows who it is.

Heisenberg

Tries to glamorize your cast by making a metal one that has spikes and different decals all over it.

It ends up being a nuisance and he almost stabs himself in the leg when he hugs you.

Hellboy

Keeps a close eye on you for the duration of your injury.

Develops a bit of an attitude when people try to bother you when you're resting or in pain.

Danny Johnson

Sends you dumb articles that loosely or have nothing to do with the fact that you broke your leg and when you ask him why tf he sent it, he just says, "I wanted to make your day better😊"

When he thinks that you're upset with him he shows up with a cast of his own and shouts "TWINS!!! NOW WE CAN GET BETTER TOGETHER."(No he didn't actually break his leg, and yes he will be using it as an excuse to be lazy)

Hannibal Lecter

Becomes your own professional nurse.

Nurse Hannibal is now at your service. Prescribes you any and all medication you need and gives you advice on how to heal as fast as possible.

Takes time off of work to take care of you. (It's not often that he gets to pamper people this way and he enjoys doing it for you)

[somerandomdudelmao]

I hope this kills you and makes your day at the exact same time. I'm winging this btw and it's all improv in mah brain so it might be longer than expected, idfk, we'll see.

Thanks so much for existing and giving us this comic in the first place now suffer-

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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic. The holograhic screen lit up every surface within a 2-foot radius, the words big and bright against the darkened atmosphere. Beside himself, Mikey and Raph shivered on each side, looking anywhere but at Donnie's face. And even though Leo understood why they couldn't bare to look their brother in the eye right now, something deep inside of him still burned with annoyance. Because despite everything, it was still Donnie! They just couldn't see it yet!

Not like Leo could see very well past the hard, stable shell that his twin had built around himself. Not like he could tell how Donnie was really feeling. Not like his tireless efforts to reach out and help did anything noteworthy.

All it got him was...

"...Oh! And how could I forget the infirmary machinery as well!" Donnie continued, his voice raised in a professional manner that would make anyone else think he was just giving a regular presentation. "The infirmary duties will obviously be passed onto you, Leo, since aside from Casey, you're the most medically knowledgeable. Plus, I know you won't disappoint."

Of course, Leo wasn't anyone else. He could hear the manic cry for life and freedom and pain in his twin's voice, no matter how quiet. It was there, faint and far away, somewhere that not even Donnie could find it, but it was still there and it needed answering.

Donnie just kept refusing to look in the right direction.

---

It was well after midnight when Donnie pulled Leo aside for a chat about the affairs of taking on three positions at once. The leader of the resistance could barely piece together what Donnie was saying though, his words muffled by the bigger picture.

In the dead of night, as expected, Donnie's demeanor took a complete 180 shift, his expression barely masking the exhaustion and weakness he undoubtedly felt. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy, a look that Leo's only ever seen thrice in those yellow and red irises. His shoulders, despite getting bonier and bonier by the day, were slouched in a lazy way that made the soft-shell look like a corpse. The purple hoodie he so much adored nearly reached his knees, the lost fat and muscle making the article of clothing seem bigger than it actually was.

But one of the worst aspects about Donnie's appearance didn't have anything to do with any signs of death or sickness. No... The thing that made Leo really want to throw up...?

Donatello was now shorter than Leonardo.

"C-come on, Donnie... Why would I need to learn any of this... Nerd... Stuff, if I already have you?"

A stupid question. Idiotic, dumb, foolish, stupid, demeaning, disgusting, stupid, gross, stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-

"Riiiiiight... Anyway, you'll need to remove that panel right there to get to the inner-workings of..."

But even though it was a stupid question, Donnie would've usually gone out of his way to answer it.

Why wouldn't he answer?

---

Two weeks.

It had only been two weeks.

But it felt like a lifetime.

Donnie wasn't dead yet, thank whatever god that's still out there that he wasn't, but Leo still felt like he was. Donnie was literally just there, he was just right in front of him, talking about the schematics of something or other, running his mouth like he's been doing for the past few days. Nothing truly notable about Donnie's health had really changed, no weakening brain cells or crippling disabilities. The only things that had changed were Donnie's height again and his now inability to walk.

His inability to walk. Just two weeks ago he was bouncing off the walls and biting people's noses off.

However, despite all of the physical evidence that Donnie was very clearly still here and alive, Leo couldn't help but feel like a part of him was gone. Dead, deceased, whisked away by the winds of time... It was hard to explain, even for him, how something inside of him just kind of... Faded away.

The Death, as Leo pessimistically liked to call it, was a slow and agonizing process, beginning all the way back when Donnie first revealed his worsening condition and then continuing on until now. It began with just a little click, a little pinprick of emptiness and loss and HURT that Leo didn't know how to fix. Then that pinprick slowly grew into a scab, then a paper cut, then a scratch, then a hole, and then finally evolved to a gaping wound that would take years to fix. It was just this... This agonizing feeling of emptiness and loneliness that Leo hadn't even felt when Raph first died. (Haha, funny. He's already died twice by now. Hilarious.) And no matter how hard Leo tried to heal it with potions and bandages and medicine and melatonin, it never went away.

Not even when Donnie stood directly in front of him.

And isn't that just hilarious? Isn't that great? Isn't that just Splendid? Isn't that just the coolest Revelation That LEO'S EVER FELT?? ISN'T THAT SO INTERESTING????

Isn't it funny?

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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic.

He watched the ghost wave goodbye with a dramatic flair and a little giddiness in his step, the small soft-shell turtle barely able to show his hand from inside the giant sleeve of his favorite hoodie.

Leonardo waved back, a sad, forced smile and a train track of dried tears gracing his face.

Red enveloped Leo's vision one final time, and soon enough...

The half of himself that somehow still remained...

Faded away.

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Haha get Disaster Twin'd idiot-

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I mean. Thank you. This is amazing and I love it with all my heart💜💙

[baby-tini]

hello! how are you? I want to ask for headcannons with Mikey (toman) with a girl who often loses weight. She is small in stature and weighs a little less than normal

I know it sounds dumb, but still..

TW- Talk of an ED

-He'd be very concerned for you, especially if it's a lot of weight in a small amount of time. He'd ask you about it first, but if you dodge the question or give him an un-wanted answer, he'll have you looked at by medical professionals, under his guidance of course, even if they are professionals, he doesn't trust anyone with your life except himself. Because he knows that he has your best interests at heart.

-If it was more simply that you're very active or you just have a fast metabolism, he wouldn't be too worried, it's normal, unless it was extreme weight loss then he'd either want you too be less active or he'd get you something prescribed for your metabolism, but again, that would only happen if it was something that he'd see as serious.

-Now, if it was something more serious like starving yourself, or making yourself throw-up, then you're no longer allowed too be on your own because he obviously can't trust you too be by yourself and he will be watching you from on. Even if he's busy, he has cameras on you at all times, so you're not alone, ever.

-You being small isn't a big deal to him, especially if it's something you can't control, like you're height, then he really doesn't care, you fit perfectly in his lap and you'll never hear him complain about that. You being under-weight though, that'll bother quite a bit and he'll be the one making sure you eat a lot, or at least a good portion before you're allowed too leave the table.

-If you were too refuse too eat at all, at anytime. He will force feed yoo, or have a tube put in your arm, your health is his top priority and if you're loosing too much weight, especially in an unhealthy way, he has a very big problem with that and he really doesn't care for your complaints, he's doing what he thinks is best for you, and he certainly knows what's best for you.

-If it were too be because of a medical condition like diabetes or lupus, he'd have the best medical staff that money could buy surrounding you at all times. He, again, will be watching you quite closely, his phone line always opened to you and the doctors, ready too drop everything in case of an emergency.

-If you're happy and healthy though, he really doesn't care, sure he might tease you about it, especially if you're smaller then him, but that just makes you all the much easier too pick up and be carried around. He'll have you sit in his lap all the time, or just pick you up at random too scare you or, one of his favorites, he'll hold things above your head.

[reallyromealone]

Hello idk if you'll see this but I always thought of this story where (name) was an omega but he faked being an alpha "he worked with bonten" and one day Kakucho will find a heat pills bottle in the kitchen bc (name) forgot it.

They'll find out later and knot the shit out if him (most likely angry sex) get it?

so yea yea have a nice dayyy. ♡

Bonten x male reader omegaverse

Warnings: nsfw, smut, male reader, omegaverse, dubious consent, like very dubious, gangbang, group sex, cum, gay

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(Name) kept his secondary gender a well hidden secret, pretending to be an alpha and hope to god no one finds out.

(Name) took his medication in the kitchen, pain meds and heat surpessants; he had a mission coming up soon.

Didn't need his heat getting in the way.

"(Name)! My office now" Sanzu hissed out, (name) making his way to the office, his meds haven't kicked in fully, his brain slightly fuzzy.

He barely processed the fact he only put his pain meds in his pocket.

Kakucho was exhausted as he walked out of his office for coffee, sluggishly preparing it when he saw the medical bottle on the counter.

"Omegex heat surpessants... Extra strength" Kakucho slowly read the over the countertop bottle, no prescription "there's an Omega among us..." He whispered with furrowed brows.

He had to inform the others.

Omegas weren't allowed in Bonten.

It was a rule.

Omegas were fragile.

Weak.

"Progress on the deal with the french?" Sanzu spoke curtly As he eyed the "alpha" before him, he was truly beautiful in alpha standards... One wouldn't believe he was an alpha if it wasn't for the scent.

Mikeys a cute alpha so...

"I got them to agree in our favor, in exchange they wanted tickets to the Jade Gala... They want to rub elbows with the gangs of Asia" he said professionally and Sanzu hummed with thought, staring at the paperwork (name) compiled "good boy" he said simply and (name) practically beat his Omega with a bat to not respond with the praise with anything than "thank you sir."

When (name) stepped out he took a shaking breath at the pharamones Sanzu pumped out, the alphas scent was numbing and he knew Sanzu was doing it to remind him who he is as if anyone in this building could forget.

(Name) felt the wave wash over him and panicked as he went to check his pockets for his heat suppressants..."no nonono" (name) mumbled panicked and immediately stormed to the elevator to head to the garage and get the hell out of here.

"Someone's an Omega?" Ran mumbled methodically as he looked at the label "where did you find it?" Sanzu asked having just come from his meeting with (name) "kitchen by your office... Who was the last person there?"

"(Name--" realization washed over all of Bonten and mochi stood first to their surprise "well we did want an Omega in our pack... Why not be the one we've been jerking off to"

The higher ups didn't miss the "alpha" who worked hard and fast, the men spoke about about the... Attraction they held for (name) amongst themselves.

(Name) was strong, capable and had an air about him the others couldn't figure out.

They also felt... Safe with him.

It was strange... Terrifying.

But now it all made sense.

He almost had them.

Almost.

(Name) stumbled into his apartment and fell to the ground, panicking and shaking as his pre heat settled in "why didn't they work?!" (Name) cried getting up and stumbling into his bathroom to find his other bottle only to not find it "Omega..." Rindōs voice called to the Omega who fell to the ground and whined stressfully as footsteps grew closer and the door opened to eight VERY smug men "poor thing... Silly omegas trying to be alphas..." Koko cooed as Mochi scooped the Omega up "no..." (Name) mumbled weakly as the others chuckled "little bunny in the lion's den..." Kakucho cooed as they went to the omegas bedroom and placed him on the bed.

(Name) stared at them angrily, he wasn't in heat yet as he sat up defensively and glared at them heatidly "what... What do you want from me? You know now... So what"

"Oh please baby... You can't act like you haven't noticed how we look at you" Mochi said condicendingly and (name) glared with a slight blush "so... Hm!" A wave washed over him as he let out a soft moan "you broke our rules... Deceived us... Normally we would kill those who did that" Mikey rumbled as he got into (name)s space and pinned him to the bed "you're our Omega now..." He hissed out with a blank cold expression, something he had only seen when Mikey was absolutely livid.

And boy was he ever.

He had no choice but to accept being their Omega as his instincts took over slowly, baring his neck with a whine, gasping when Mikey licked up his neck "our Omega needs a good knot in him to remind him of who he is..." Takeomi finally spoke up and Mikey got off him so everyone could enjoy their little mate to be.

Hands touched, groped and rubbed everywhere as strong hands removed his clothes, the others themselves getting naked and (name) tried not drooling at the sight of them as his Omega took over fully, Rindō taking his hand and letting him touch his abs with a grin as the Omega chirped.

Alphas were strong... Protect pups...

(Name) was gone as he crawled towards them, the smell of slick heavy as Koko went behind to get a good look "you ever been with an alpha, baby?" He hummed taking a long kick at his ass and (name) tilted his head before crying out, Sanzu taking the opportunity to shove his tongue down his throat as they manhandled him to sit on Kokos face, Mikey giving hickeys and jerking him off as the Haitanis played with his nipples.

Kakucho and Mochi used his hands to give themselves handjobs and Mikey and Sanzu moved slightly so takeomi could Jerk him and (name) off together.

(Name) was in a haze as he rode Kokos face, only able to moan and pant in Sanzus mouth as their teeth clashed, the pink haired man gripping his jaw almost painfully as his tongue took control of (name)s mouth.

"How could anyone think you're an alpha... So desperate and slutty..."

(Name) was never leaving them.

(Name) cried as everyone pulled away "hey angel..." Mochi whispered in his ear "present"

(Name) layed on his back without any further prompting and spread his legs from them all to see, slick pouring out like crazy as he humped nothing.

The other men looked at Kakucho "what?"

"You found out first... You get to take this pretty boys virginity..." Ran said simply, Kakucho moving to spread (name)s ass cheeks before talking him by the knees and bending them on (name)s chest.

Kakucho barely waited for him to adjust as he pushed in "grinning at (name)s cry "lying omegas get fucked stupid... Though you must have been stupid already to lie-" he thrusted particularly hard "- about being - " he lifted (name by the back "-an alpha!" He began jack hammering (name as the Omega wrapped his arms around the others neck and licked and nipped at his scent gland before Mikey lifted his face and pressed his cock to (name)s lips and (name) sucked on the tip before sucking his cock like his life depended on it, deep throating like he was made for it.

The others played with his body, taking his hands and jerking themselves off with it or some simply jerked themselves off at the sight of the man whose been starring in their raunchiest dreams but god is this far better.

He was the sexiest thing they ever came across.

But when he's coherent he will have to answer questions.

Kakucho fucked (name) aggressively, his moans shaking from the frantic pounding only muffled by Mikey fucking his throat.

Kakucho groped and smacked the omegas ass "fucking close..." He hissed out as he fucked feverishly.

(Name) whined as Mikey came down his throat, ass tightening around Kakucho with a vice grip and the Alpha pushed his knot in, locking them together as he came deep in his ass "get fucking pregnant..."

Kakucho bit one side of his neck as (name) did the same, the others excited for the chance to claim him when they got a chance to fuck him stupid.

"Get food and water, we have to get him ready for the next round" Mikey said strictly as they went and got supplies, Sanzu grabbing a wet cloth from the ensuite bathroom to clean him up a bit "you're definitely gonna get knocked up by the end of this baby" Sanzu said with a cruel grin, he couldn't wait for (name) to be coherent again.

[butterflyscribbles]

So I haven’t talked nearly enough about Mutant Mayhem yet but I saw it for the second time a few days ago and they have consumed all my thoughts have some random headcanons I’m dying I have to talk about them more:

⚠️(Spoiler warning for MM as well)⚠️

April

- Lives with her mom and grandfather on her mother’s side. Raised by a single mom who’s a veterinarian and her grandpa, a retired tailor and clothing retail manager, moved in after her grandma passed away a few years ago.

- Listens to way too many murder mystery podcasts and thrillers are her favorite movie genre

- Practices doodling a lot in the sides of her journal or class notes. She’s inspired by courtroom sketch artists and old biology journals.

- Swears like a sailor. Even more than Raph. Tries to censor herself around them but it only gets worse the closer they become as friends

- Becomes a sort of ambassador for the turtles and other mutants in the city. Anyone who doesn’t approve of them, goes through her…

- Favorite subject is biology, outside of working on the school newspaper of course

Leo

- Big time book worm. Has read a lot of the classics like The Great Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, etc. which gives him an advantage heading into high school. His favorite subject is literature naturally as a result.

- Autistic, practically canon but just putting it out there

- Like April, he’s got a sensitive stomach under pressure. Nausea flares up all the time, especially at the sight or smell of blood. They bond over it. Nothing brings two people together like commiserating that your tummy hurts all the time🤝

- Hopeless romantic. Had fallen head over heels for a few other girls he spotted up top even before April came along. She was just…different. He watches a lot of sappy romance movies too they make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

- Love language is words of affirmation big time. He’s always about hyping up the people he loves and will defend them through anything.

Raph

- He’s the team medic in this iteration. He’s no professional but growing up he had so many injuries from being a scrappy lil dude that he picked up on how to take care of ‘em on his own and of course shares that knowledge with his bros and April later. He’s surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.

- He’s the most prone to nightmares/night terrors. The fact that Raph was the one to go seek comfort from Splinter in the tots scene is so important to me.

- He and Donnie are the anime enthusiasts. Hasn’t seen as many as Donnie but it’s close.

- Scratching his shell gently, especially up by the shoulder blades, is like an automatic snooze button. He passes out within minutes.

- Second biggest crybaby to Mikey. It happens when he feels any emotion too strongly whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, etc. and he hates it. Makes him feel weak, which is why there usually is a lot of punching involved too.

Donnie

- Can’t swim and is the only one who actively dislikes getting into the water.

- He and Leo have been studying how to speak and write Japanese together for years. Don has picked up a lot from all the anime he watches.

- Is the most emotionally open version of Donnie to date. He’s always telling his family how much he loves them without restraint and is the first to ask what’s wrong if he picks up on someone acting weird or trying to hide something.

- To compliment the above hc, he’s insanely observational, like Sherlock level. They don’t know how he’s able to do it but his attention to detail and his ability to take that and create plans and get a read on people is baffling. If Donnie doesn’t get a good vibe off someone, believe him and run the other way. (Makes him really good at those spot the different puzzles too lol.)

- Loves to dance just like his previous incarnation before him:’) Bootyyyshaker9001

Mikey

- Is actually afraid of cats…growing up with Splinter, who would freak out at the sight of them, only taught him to freak out along with him. They are sharp and unpredictable.

- Other than that however he’s an animal lover. Had a few pet fish through the years that he saved after being flushed.

- Practically canon but the most physically affectionate by leagues. Constantly seeking a brother, adopted mutant family member, or an April to cling to.

- Super into musicals and is a actually a decent singer

- Can take a punch like nothing you’ve ever seen and can still be standing….but gets sick constantly his immune system is wack

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

how much of bonten and manila Mikey's actions is Tora really responsible for?

Well that depends really, if we're looking at it all from the dark impulses angle then none of it, the curse did it all and made all this happen.

But if we're looking at it more from everyone being responsible for their own actions then he is a bit responsible. (I feel like this is a bit personal and there isn't one right answer to this, more like everyone has their own opinions so this is just mine). Kazutora does two main things that contribute to those futures, first he kills Shinichiro and then he stabs Baji which leads to Baji taking his own life. Killing Shinichiro is definitely the bigger one because if Mikey had Shinichiro all along then he likely would've been able to help and guide him through his impulses/ difficult times. However it's hard to say exactly how things would've gone if Shinichiro were still around. I think it should also be remembered that Kazutora wasn't trying to kill Shinichiro, he didn't even know who he was. He did something stupid (a lot of kids do) then saw his friend being cornered by a guy carrying something which could be a weapon and he acted to save Baji. It was a horrible mistake. That doesn't absolve him of responsibility but it is important to keep in mind.

Now with Baji he wasn't fully responsible for that, he was being manipulated by Hanma (under Kisaki's orders) to not trust Baji. This whole thing was also Kisaki's plan, so I don't think Kazutora deserves all the blame here for bloody Halloween. Kazutora's mental state at the time wasn't great and he really needed professional help. Again this doesn't clear his actions but it is important to remember. Baji also decided to fight a whole division by himself after being stabbed and then stabbed himself. He did it for a very selfless reason and I get it but he also get's some blame here for not seeking medical treatment or making the others aware immediately.

Now as for the impact on Mikey, Baji's death is one of few that sends Mikey closer to his dark impulses. It definitely contributes but it's not what pushes him over the edge. So Kazutora doesn't get the blame for Mikey's future selves, those come from a lot more actions. His actions play a part but he doesn't deserve to be blamed for what happened. Though Kazutora does seem to blame himself a lot for everything.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

The beautiful thing about the Bear is that it's such a high stress show that you can apply it to other high stress environments and the AU works. I can see some kind of hospital/medical AU, or, in this case, a dancer AU.

The Berzattos run a dance school for kids, teens, and adults. They do different styles of dance, teach according to syllabus and some of their best students, like Carmen Berzatto even go on to become professionals. Syd used to go there when she was a kid until her dad noticed her passion, and worked extra hard to get into the Joffrey Ballet, then the New York Ballet before she got disillusioned and tried to start her own dance company and failed.

Carmy joined the Joffrey Ballet in Chicago, being taught by Andrea, as a child before being picked up by the Paris Opera ballet, before moving to the Royal Danish Ballet in Copenhagen, then moving onto the San Francisco Ballet before finally joining the American Ballet Theatre in New York, this is where David abuses him.

Mikey didn't have as much promise, he was a good dancer at many things, but didn't have the drive that Carmy did, so runs the dance school instead. He met Richie at the school, his mother was a dancer and she noticed his inability to sit still and put him in the dance school, his dad didn't approve at first but he started getting roles in musicals, he's a brilliant tap dancer and could've gone far in musical theatre but Mikey pulled him in. He got roles, worked hard for them but always got brought back to the dance school eventually.

Tina got into musical theatre 'too late', she's been in a local theatre outside of work but after getting fired, she's heard singing to herself at the bus stop outside the dance school, Mikey hears and offers her a job as the musical theatre teacher with Richie.

Mikey dies and Carmy's left the dance school. The place isn't doing well, they could be going out of business. Syd, who's been idolising him since she saw him in the Royal Danish's production of the Nutcracker, starts to work there. Carmy becomes strict on uniform and respect to the teacher, Richie's more relaxed, he's dance teacher but wants it to be fun, not a military school.

She and Richie don't get on, she's used to the skill levels of professional ballet studios, not local dance schools. She starts to see how good he is with the students, he can control the room easier and his students have more freedom and are generally happier.

Carmy decides to up the stakes of the school's usual yearly show, they promise Jimmy a certain amount of profit and a certain number of new uptake of students. They ask Tina choreograph her own section of the show to whatever she wants, she goes with West Side Story.

Sydney looks at some of the previous shows, and some of the previous work of the teachers to see if there's anything they could possibly do and stumbles upon some of Richie's work in musical theatre. She mentions it to Carmy, they talk to Richie, who's unsure as it's been a while.

She's there late one night when she hears something and sees Richie dancing to Singin in the Rain, which he performed on tour. They talk about dreams and goals, she encourages him to perform, but he's hesitant as it's been so long

Syd and Carmy are going to do a duet, but when it comes to the night, Carmy gets locked in one of the dressing rooms getting something for one of the kids. Syd's scared, so Richie improvises and steps in, he's seen them rehearsing and does his best (is this all because I want to imagine Richie lifting Syd like she weighs nothing? yes).

She joins him in doing 'Moses Supposes' from Singin in the Rain (minus the singing), something he used to perform with Mikey, because she makes him feel confident enough to perform again. They get through, make a fair bit of money and get some sign ups. Richie also gets an invitation to audition for another musical, with Syd's encouragement, he does.

Also added on: Eva being in Richie's dance class, Richie and Syd are in suits when they dance together to 'Moses Supposes', Syd and Richie teaching a class together and reluctantly getting along

[donniesexceptionalmind]

A recipe guide for "when food just doesn't appeal to you, but you know you have to eat because your body needs energy to stay alive, YET your brain is too stupid to understand that & of course you also haven't hydrated enough"-™️

The most convenient food shakes are full of added sugar & fats to make them rich in calories, which isn't very healthy at all. Sure, fats are important, yet they must be the right ones. For them to be satiating, proteins do a much better job than fats & they play important roles in our body.

And, like my psychiatrist & doctor said: Fresubin is a free pass for cleaning your bowels aka it's bad. (I laughed when they told me, like, what??? Hearing this from a professional??)

(Add.: They use Fresubin here as liquid food in medical care & YES, I was actively forced to drink it when I was in treatment for my anorexia & it was highly TRAUMATIC for me & I thought I could NEVER drink any food shakes again)

Nowadays, I sometimes buy a shake from a brand & it's hazelnut flavored & sweetened with dattes & uses protein from peas. It has also added vitamins & minerals, which is why I buy it, since I usually have deficits (get your blood once or twice a year checked by your doctor!)

Also, edit seconds before I posted this: I got so many ideas while writing & it turned out longer than I intended, so enjoy ✨️

✨️ My main recipe: ✨️

4 tb of oats

2 cups of (plant-) milk OR for extra protein 1 cup liquid, 1/2 pound of yoghurt (I also tried water, but it's not as satiating, obviously) (I assume protein powder would also help, but I don't use it)

200g of berries (any, feel free to experiment. My personal favourite are raspberries)

1 tsp of honey or whatever source of sweetness you prefer (dattes, maple syrup...)

1 tsp of grated coconut

What to do: Because I use frozen berries, I heat up the milk. Then I put everything together & blend for a few seconds. Finito~

Drink with a straw, straws do wonders ;]

Variations of this:

You don't have to add the coconut; you can also add peanut butter, blended nuts, seeds... for me, this is usually a source of fats, not flavour

Don't like berries? Use a different fruit with the same weight

Swap berries with a banana & use 2 tsp of cacao for a chocolate-y shake

I think blueberry & vanilla would work great together, haven't tried that yet

Cacao & cinnamon for a cristmas-y feel, maybe you can swap the fruits & crunch 3 or 4 cookies...? I'd raise the amount of oats to 5 tb (I want to try this now)

1 big Apple, caramel & cinnamon seems like a good combination as well

I do want to try out blending tofu instead of oats & see how that tastes (actually, I'll try that out next)

I've read you can replace oats with chickpeas (which are high in protein) & you CAN make chickpeas taste like cookiedough...

If you don't like oats, you can try amaranth, buckwheat, ... whatever appeals to you as long as you add a complex carbohydrate source

And if you are a coffee junkie like me, here's my fav coffee: (can be blended but also just shaken, depends on what you put in, DON'T FORGET THE LID)

1 cup of cold coffee OR 2 cups of espresso

1/2 cup of coconut cuisine OR other cuisine, it must have a creamy texture, creamier than milk

1/2 cup of (plant-) milk

1-2 tps of flavour: cacao, vanilla, honey, caramel... (Please keep in mind what you mix in if you used coconut cuisine because that adds flavour already, e.g., caramel & coconut are not good together)

I believe you can also add fruit to this for creaminess & flavour, I haven't tried that yet - half a banana seems like a nice idea

My next experiment: ADDING PEANUT BUTTER TO IT, I love it & I need a creamy coffee with it

The coffee thing is not a meal replacement, it's a "snack" kind of thing. A treat. I recommend eating your favourite cookie with it. Or two. Or three. Or- 😎

Vegetables are also important, Donnie!! I imagine Mikey say- BUT for consuming vegetables I always make myself a soup from scratch & that's working out very fine. It usually only takes 10 to 20 minutes (depends on the lentils I put in) & it's always nice.

~ 2 cups brooth of your choice (depends how watery you like it - more lentils & noodles, more water or you get what I call sludge - you either love it or not)

~ two hands of soup veggies (I use a frozen mix which is cubic-sized chopped, it needs to be QUICK, OKAY)

~ 2-3 oz of uncooked lentils (I use red lentils 95% of time since they only need ~10 minutes to be ready, but you can also use canned lentils & you don't have to cook them, especially if you want to use beans because uncooked beans need to sit in water for at least a few hours/ overnight is the safest way AND be cooked for ~1 hour)

~ a hand of noodles, like ramen, udon, glass, soba, instant noodles... (as you can see, I prefer asian noodles)

Preferred herbs/spices: garlic (fresh or powder), onion (fresh or powder) pepper, chili, cumin, caraway (whole seeds), nutmeg, cilantro & salt (just don't use too much, usually the brooth as enough in it; I rarely add salt)

Bonus: 1 tps of miso paste or soy sauce (if I do this, I cook ramen)

Add whatever you want if you're omnivorous: egg, meat, tofu, funghi, algae ... basically make yourself ramen

Bonus: eat it with a toast, slice of bread... It's not necessary, yet sometimes my brain needs a crunchy texture to be "happy"

✨️Friendly Reminder✨️:

You are not bad for struggling with eating regularly.

Edit: You probably noticed I always think about how to add the three macronutrients: complex carbohydrates, protein & fats - THIS IS BASIC NUTRITION KNOWLEDGE 😌💅🏻

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Injured HCs

The lovely @mattkinsella asked me to write more HCs about how the boys react when you’re injured! (And I included small thing about them being injured too tee hee)

Frank:

When he’s injured, he will hide it. Same with being sick. He’s worked through worse, there’s no reason to get upset about it. 

He trusts you to stitch him up tho, and that means a lot. 

Matt

Doesn’t necessarily try to hide it, but will not stop to rest. Might ask you for help meditating. Accepts coddling, but will get defensive if you ask him to rest. 

Mikey

Not a drama queen, but much less averse to resting than the other two. Like in my illness HCs, I think he would be perfectly content letting you take the reigns and leaning into his time off. Adores that he has someone there to help him. 

Frank

If you’re injured? Oh boy. 

Very demanding. Leaves no room for argument. (Just hands you stuff, doesn’t even ask.)

“Frank, I’m—“ “Take the damn pills, doll.” 

Trusts himself and Curtis ONLY to stitch you up, 

Definitely not happy that you’re injured/comfortable with it, but he’s the most chill of the 3. (This is not saying much.)

If someone intentionally harmed you, they’ve sealed their fate. He will wait until you’re sleeping peacefully to take care of the problem tho. 

If your injury is because of an accident (clumsiness, general misfortune, etc) rather than a person intentionally hurting you, he’s a bit less intense. 

Once the initial shock of your injury has worn off, he will tease you about it, if it makes you laugh. 

“Careful, babygirl. Ya sure you’re ready to handle those evil stairs again?”

Relatively realistic about the severity of injuries, depending on the reaction of his partner. 

Like he won’t freak out over a paper cut if you don’t want him to. He’s perfectly willing to kiss it better if you ask tho. 

Matt:

The LEAST chill of the three. 

Treats a paper cut with the same severity as a broken limb. 

Though, I can’t imagine how scary it would be to smell your partner bleeding or hurt. Like that has to set off alarm bells regardless. 

Soooooo protective. Glued to your side immediately, practically snarling at anyone who gets too close. 

Won't let you lift so much as a FINGER if you don’t have to. 

Panics a little and offers you all of the options until you help him calm down. 

“Do you need painkillers? Or an ice pack? Or something to eat? Why don’t we take a nap or—“ “Matty, breathe. It’s just a pulled muscle.  I’m ok, love.” 

Will absolutely kiss it better and would prefer to do so. 

Tries to teach you to meditate to heal faster, but you keep giggling and turning to press kisses to his cheeks and neck, so he gives up. 

I think he would want to take time off from both his day job and deviling, but would ultimately compromise by splitting his time between all three of you, unless you really needed his company. 

Mikey:

So soft, the softest guy. 

More concerned with what you want than what he thinks you need. 

“How can I help ya, pet? Tell me whatcha need me to do.” 

Unlike Frank, he does NOT trust himself to assist and would much rather take you to a medical professional. 

Asks so many follow up questions after the doctor examines you to make sure to get everything right. 

I feel like he’d take notes on his phone or in a physical notebook even. He’s SO worried he’s going to fuck it up. 

Very hesitant to leave you alone, in case you need something. 

Regularly checks in on how you’re feeling, willing to help however he can. If you need cuddles, he’s wrapped around you before you can even finish the request. Looking for company on your walk to work or while running errands? He’s there with a smile on his face. 

Tbh this doesn’t only happen when you’re injured, I think he would take every available opportunity to spend time with you, but he will prioritize you to a higher degree when you’re sick or injured. 

Will tease you if you ask him to kiss something better, but only because he thinks it’s adorable to make you squirm. 🥹

[rreskk]

North Yankton Trevor analysis

While he believed the Airforce was a possibility to him, Trevor was thrown into the deep end when he was insisted unstable. From the relationship between him and his mother, his inability to handle the subject (as well as talking about his father) had turned sour and, the medical professional, would see him as a hazard. With the ineffective medication and coping mechanisms, it would trouble and decrease the possibility for him to gain some wings. His mental health was shown negatively, and he was deemed unstable, being grounded for life despite his talents. Trevor was left jobless and homeless, roaming the Midwest for petty side-jobs and small robberies (but it was mentioned that he did nothing major). Not until he met Michael.

Being persuaded and “manipulated” to become this beginners criminal was purely from Michael’s fault. As vulnerable and weakened Trevor was when being discharged (from series of unsuccessful psychological evaluations), he was in this hopeless position, and obviously, Michael’s opportunistic freak within him would grab and circulate Trevor into thinking that cheating the way to success would work well. So believing he’d finally have something to bring home for his abusive mother, Trevor would wrongly fall into Townley’s hands and outcomes the monster we see today. Murderous, aggressive, unstable — when he thought he couldn’t get worse, he did. Trevor would catch new coping mechanisms and habits. His anger issues, that were already flawed, would increase by the amount of substances that would ruin him neurological. Trevor would fall into this criminal lifestyle and it would distant him from that pit of despair, replacing it by something far worse and self-destructive.

Michael would roll around with his new partner and they’d drive in and out of the states with fake ID’s, whores, smuggled dope, prison sentences — anything a person could do. Until he met Amanda, it was tight, and then suddenly he lost interest in the lifestyle he pulled Trevor into. With a new family and heavy weights on his shoulders, Michael would become fully aware of the way he had let Trevor loosen up. He had become unstable and aggressive, “a deranged killer” as he’d say. So he’d try and ease his way out. Starting with the more rejections to night outs, dinners, hangouts, then it would get more intense with the heists having to be precisely planned, and new crews having to stay in order and keep a professional relationship (no fooling around). The new Michael was cold and distant, and Trevor didn’t like it. They grew apart, Brad offering to replace Mikey until THAT job happened and Michael was supposedly dead.

However, Trevor had this complicated relationship with Michael and his family. He had developed this back and forth, confrontational relationship with Amanda, ever since her motherly instincts proven Trevor to be an endangerment to the kids. Furthermore, he did admire Tracey, the first born daughter, and would develop this softness for her. Nonetheless, Jimmy mentioned saying “a 12 year old kid does know” when recalling the presence of needles and cans (Trevor’s drugs/booze addiction), it would show how close them were together. So close that he was called an uncle, and Trevor stuck to that name, even after he believed that Michael had been killed. The idea of having/being close to a family, it would replace the isolation, making it a conflicted emotion whenever Trevor would debate on leaving Mikey after the final job.

[bettertwin1]

How much do you know about medical stuff/ where did you get that info/ if it was from a book did Donnie make a big deal about it

I know enough to know how to treat basic illnesses and wounds, but a majority of my knowledge is kind of based on turtle anatomy rather than human, not to say that I don't know human anatomy or how to treat their illnesses and wounds but YOU KNOW...

At first, most of my knowledge on the topic came from books dad had laying around from his own research on human and turtle medical, anatomy etc etc that fun good stuff, I read a good amount of the human stuff but changed my focus to the turtle stuff, most of it seemed to tell me how to deal with Raph, Mikey and I but none really explained how to deal with Donnie SO when we got the internet THAT was where I started researching and reading.

Lots o' people with pet turtles (WHICH ADMITTEDLY IT WAS KIND OF FUNNY TO READ) give lots of advice on how to deal with certain stuff, and I wrote and kept note of most of the advice! Sometimes, I'd watch videos where random dudes who happen to really love turtles show you how to properly clean and patch up injuries and stuff, symptoms, and stuff to look out for BLAAAHH I SOUND SO LAME FUCK <- btw tho I still research and watch videos and read books about all this stuff, can't get rusty on the knowledge.

Im in no way a professional ofc but I am good enough and I think that's what matters 😭😭😭

ALSO. Donnie did NOT make a big deal about it LMAO I think he was just thankful he wouldn't really have to be dealing with all that stuff since most of it bothers and grosses him out 😭

SORRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE GANG 😁 I DON'T TYPE THIS MUCH AND MY BRAIN STARTED TO JUMBLE UP ALL MY THOUGHTS 🫶🫶🫶

[toxifoxx]

how would you describe william’s aesthetic?

before freddy’s, what were his interests as a kid (besides rabbits and robots obviously /silly)

did anyone find out he was trans without his knowledge? how did it impact his influence on others? maybe the kids’ perception of their father??

what are the ways does he stim? is he like a rabbit in terms of his mannerisms?

how likely is it that i could yap with him about rabbits? /silly

what kind of music does he like (do you have a playlist,,)?

what nicknames does he have for his kids (direct to each one && referring to them all)?

uhm umm … blinks . that’s all i got in me :3c

uhmmm good question! i've recieved one like this before actually and the answer was kind of uhhh i dont know. i know about four different aesthetics and none of them are particularly similar to what william has going on. and it also depends if you mean clothes-wise or… decor-wise? whatever 'deeply repressed homosexual father who used to be a theatre kid' looks like

i suppose drawing and reading! he loved sci-fi books in particular, which eventually end up being the reason why the sister location Looks Like That. and he likes drawing but never particularly becomes a professional at it, even into adulthood.

next questions got long so readmore

i think william tried to present himself as a boy in school but most kids caught onto the fact he was trans, adding another thing onto the pile of reasons to bully him for. perhaps its the reason why he had a violent outburst, leading to his parents also finding out he's trans through the school informing them. through college, most people aren't aware he's trans because he plays it off so well. even the people he's sleeping with (he insists the lights be off, and usually both him and his partner are drunk). i kinda imagine it like that one dude who had like multiple wives and they all didn't realize he was trans (i forgor his name :[…(NEVERMIND I FOUND IT IT WAS BILLY TIPTON)). as for his kids it seems likely they might find out. lizzie might have been too young to remember william being pregnant with evan and evan wouldn't have ever seen him as such, so most likely only michael knows. and he was probably taught that it was a normal, unremarkable thing that he should not bother to tell anyone about. another notable case would be medical staff with william giving birth + the springlock injury. i think clara and henry were very set on keeping things quiet there and ensured it didn't get out. actually sorry i went off the rails a bit i just realized this says wqithout his knowledge Ermmm just ignore the stuff he'd know about

YES. he does have rabbit mannerisms. i think he thumps his foot sometimes, jumps around a bit/binkies, i suppose sprawling out counts (motherfucker takes up the whole couch/desk just because he wants to be annoying). and as for stimminggg this one also counts for rabbit mannerisms but he likes chewing things i think. taps his fingers. used to do hand flapping but he essentially forced himself to stop doing it.

very likely. he loves rabbits and could talk about them for hours. and he would be quite excited for someone to share that passion i think! its not hard to prompt him into infodumping about them

i do Not have a playlist mostly because i have very few songs that are that old. however i do think he enjoys classic rock music. and i mentioned a few artists i think he might like before but id have to look for that ask. i think if it has a guitar he likes it

michael: mikey, mike elizabeth: lizzie, liz evan: doesn't really have a nickname all of them: i think he'd call them his baby bunnies in a joking manner. but also somewhat seriously. yaknow?

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ^_^ this was very fun to answer yippee!!!!

[micahweissberg]

full name: zevi micah weissberg

nicknames: mikey, doc (his mom only), zm, zeems, zeemo

age: 29 (october 25, 1994)

zodiac sign: scorpio

gender/pronouns: cis man, he / him

sexual orientation: bisexual

hometown: manhattan, ny

occupation: comedian / employee at assembly depot

financial status: middle class (though his family is upper class)

current residence: an apartment in cardinal hill

time in blue harbor: since april 2024

family: saul weissberg (father), terry lowenstein (mother), cassie westwood (ex-stepmother), thalia edwards (ex-stepmother).

significant others: none.

trigger warnings: depression, brief mention of medication and drugs.

micah was born into wealth and prestige, the kind that, as an only child, he just sort of had to live up to. his parents divorced when he was young and was mainly raised by his mother.

micah thought the world of saul weissberg, though, and considered him a hero in many regards. each time he came to visit (sporadic as these visits might be) was like a holiday in itself, though he never stayed long and always had something urgent to take care of. more urgent than spending time with his son, apparently, but for a while, these glimpses of his father just made them all the more special.

until he grew older, and at some point beyond the tenth birthday party no-show and the thousandth missed call, micah no longer considered his father’s flakiness special but more irresponsible.

it was lonely to be a weissberg (perhaps this is why his father had married twice more after his mother), a malady that, fortunately, was not unique to a single human being on the planet, but it sure did feel like it. micah always had trouble relating to his peers, found that his interests were too niche for kids his age. despite his family’s status, he was not spared from the bullying and the scathing remarks about his appearance: he was frequently likened to a certain french mouse with a penchant for the culinary arts and by the time he was in eighth grade, he was already standing at six feet but barely had any meat on his bones.

his humor was also dark and dry and grotesque, though humor was a tool that he often used to self-medicate with. in the golden age of the internet, this meant youtube videos and blog posts that were never meant to be seen by kids at school but had somehow become lunchtime entertainment, for better or worse.

(often, it was for worse)

you’re a real comedian, his mother had said to him in the car after teachers and several parents at a pta meeting had raised concerns regarding her son’s alarming behavior online and how this was affecting the other kids. growing pains was all she’d attributed it to, and had too much pride to consider the recommendation that micah speak to a professional to help cope.

it was a suspiciously broken leg after a particularly rough day at school (according to micah’s best friend, who also suggested that it was decidedly not from falling down the stairs but refused to say more) that had prompted his mother to have him see a therapist, who referred him to a psychiatrist, who had put the boy on adderall and SSRIs at sixteen. his mother wasn’t one to judge, not with her own prescription of xanax in the medicine cabinet.

it helped him get through the rest of high school, though. the youtube videos and the blog posts also stopped the second he got into college, where he found more like-minded company, created new memories, experimented with relationships and substances (he'd once even bought coke from the same dealer his father used to back in the day after the guy recognized his last name). he was brought out of his shell and got involved in more extracurriculars, his favorite one being the humor publication on campus where he eventually became editor-in-chief.

graduating with a bachelor’s degree in english, however, was like arriving at a cul-de-sac, not much different from the street he’d grown up in, and there was no other way but to turn back around. his accomplishments in college didn’t seem to matter in the real world — who cares about a college humor magazine, anyway?

ironically, it was during a depressive episode that he decided he would go to law school. which was fitting, considering he associated the field with his father, who was yet another depressing thought. while a career in comedy was something he kept in the back of his mind, he considered being a lawyer as another form of standup. besides, he thought this might make him more relevant to his father. maybe, if he was a lawyer, the man would no longer take forever to return his calls.

so off to law school he went, as many weissberg men did before him. it was a miserable three years that, on what was supposed to be his last two semesters, pushed this particular weissberg to the brink of sanity and had a rather public meltdown on campus.

the time he took off was supposed to be a break, a recovery period. however, his spontaneous decision to go backpacking across europe and asia for a year had him effectively withdrawing from the institution.

the clarity this trip afforded him upon his return to new york allowed him to pursue that career as a standup comedian he’d always been dreaming of. he started posting videos on his old youtube page again, made content on social media, performed at open mics, networked with a bunch of other comedians he’d perform at bars with until he was getting paid to do the kind of work he was passionate about.

but it wasn’t going to be enough, not for a while, and he didn’t know how long this could sustain him, especially with his mother's passive aggressive reminders that he could do much better. he wasn’t getting any gigs for a while, which he later discovered was on purpose after he was confronted by the other comedians that he just wasn’t up to par with the lineup they put on.

this sent him into another downward spiral, a reckless cross-country bender that landed him in the ER with a broken arm. returning to his childhood home with his tail tucked between his legs, he finally followed his parents’ advice to finish law school (it was nice to see them both agreeing on something for once) and intern for his father in his law firm in illinois.

HEADCANONS.

micah is a grandma in a 29-year old man's body. he enjoys old music and loves craftsy, nature-y hobbies like knitting, crocheting, embroidering, gardening, hiking, and bird-watching. he also loves all things vintage; most of his clothes are thrifted and he makes 'real' mixtapes with a tape deck.

he went under the online moniker 'doczeem' when he first started posting comedy videos on youtube in high school as his friends used to call him 'ZM'. when doing standup, he uses the stage name zm weissberg.

his 'comedy claims' are john mulaney and nick kroll, but more deadpan and awkward. he's still finding his voice tbh.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

roommate , micah currently resides in blue harbor with a roommate. i imagine the two (or three) have very different personalities. micah is a bit aloof and awkward and has a few peculiar habits that his roommate might have to get used to, but once you coax him out of his shell, he has much to offer by way of conversation and is just a fun, chill guy to hang out with.

first friend , besides his father (the charming mr. saul weissberg) and his father's most recent ex-wife, thalia, micah doesn't really know anyone in blue harbor. upon first meeting, this person would've known that micah needed help getting around and has since then become micah's unofficial tour guide around town.

father's clients , since starting an internship at his father's firm, saul weissberg's clients will often find his son at the front desk (side by side with his father's secretary) making cheeky and sassy remarks at future divorcees and heirs of blue harbor.

tinder/grindr dates , micah often utilizes the app to meet people, though hasn't had much luck in the long-term relationship front, resulting in many nights ending in disappointment. so, most of the time he just uses it to hook up and manages his expectations.

people who watch his standup / people who work at a bar he performs at , micah does standup at local bars that host open mic nights. perhaps these are people who perform their own material (could be music or something else!), bar regulars, or even people who work there!

[sketchnskribbles]

Komorebi AU | Read Fic Here: AO3

[ Komorebi Art ]

[Reblogs welcome]

Excerpt Below:

"Good morning. I'd like to report that Leo is in good condition." Casey made sure to put on a gentle smile when he turned around. He leaned back against the counter, using a paper towel to wipe off his hands. "Well. As good as he can be currently. Nice job on the shell, Donnie. Couldn't have done it better myself."

The two had clearly not expected him to be here, based on their expressions. Though, the softshell's face quickly morphed into consideration and then realization. The tablet in his hand was promptly turned off and tucked under an arm.

"Ah. Clearly your "sensei" gave you medical training." At Donnie's words, Mikey couldn't help but smile and beam. It was so cool to think of his awesome, big brother as a teacher.

"That is correct. He taught me everything he knew and then some." Casey noted the slight slump of the softshell's shoulders. Like a portion of some invisible weight lifted off of them. Though there was a curious hesitance to his face when the turtle glanced carefully at his younger brother. His eyes lifted up to connect briefly but firmly with Casey's own. From his own experience, he figured Donnie wanted to talk without Mikey present. He gave the slightest inclination of his head, that he hoped managed to come across as his acknowledgement, before moving up to Mikey.

"If you're alright with it, I'd like to check over your arms." Casey considerately stayed calm and slow with his movements. He probably didn’t need to do so with Mikey but it was a habit from dealing with all sorts of trauma-ridden fellow survivors as his patients. There was always a certain pressure and intensity that the soldier always felt after asking about looking over injuries. One could never know the true mentality of another in the throes of distress. And unfortunately, being checked over and taken care of within the medbay seemed to fall into the “high stress” list for most. 

To his relief there didn’t seem to be any hesitation on the box turtle’s part. He went so far as to happily make his way over to the empty cot with a slight hop in his step, when prompted. Donnie had set about washing his hands while Casey placed on another pair of clean gloves.

“Alright. Now, first order of business: I’m going to begin unwrapping your arms. May I touch you?” He held out his hand and kept it still with the palm raised. Mikey gave him an odd look but complied. Carefully, he undid the clean, white bandaging. His stomach lurched and his chest felt restricted as the strange injuries came into view. He wanted to yell and scream at what could only be considered the direct mirror of what he’d seen from his Uncle Angelo. Except little Mikey didn’t burst and scatter into light. Somehow, he'd managed to evade getting evaporated by his inner power. How? Why did he survive but not his Uncle?

Casey blinked and outwardly showed nothing of what he was feeling. He was a professional. 

Instead, he held onto Mikey’s scarred hands as he rotated his arms to get a full look at the wounds. There was a high potential for scarring. He gave a short glance up, checking on the turtle’s expression. Neutral. No stress.

“Can you tell me if they are feeling any pain? Or numbness?” He asked. Slowly lowering their hands to Mikey’s lap but he didn’t let go, he kept his grip loose in case the turtle wasn’t comfortable with it. Their hands didn't move. In fact, the soldier felt the other's grip tighten the slightest bit.

[bluegirl-14]

Wisdom is in the Gums of the Beholder

I have no idea where in canon this takes place, but this is after they meet Casey. TMNT 2k12-centric, Leo-centric (kinda), all fluff and family caring for eachother. Pro-shippers and t-cest, from the bottom of my cold black heart, KINDLY FUCK OFF, this is not for you, and will never be. 3,360 words

(Please note; I have never had my wisdom teeth taken out, nor am I a medical professional, if something is wrong, I’m sorry, I’m a 20 year old writing fanfiction about humanoid turtle teenagers who fight crime and eat pizza with their rat father)

You can also find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43852438

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Splinter had grown to understand one fundamental truth regarding his children. Whatever you may have expected of those boys, be prepared to have it completely obliterated. He had learned this far early in his care of the four turtles. He could remember when the boys were months old, toddling around the abandoned subway they called home. When Donatello first called him 'Dada!' long before his brothers.

He had grown used to his children exceeding his expectations, so why was he confused when he learned of the latest issue of his children. Leonardo, to be specific.

"I don't know why we didn't realize this sooner, that there was a possibility that we could have dental issues," Donnie spoke, typing away at his computer. The small family stood behind him, watching the screen as the purple-clad turtle worked. Leo stood at the back beside Splinter, rubbing his arm nervously. 

"So, what's the issue, Donnie?" Raph asked, an annoyed expression on his face. The tall turtle turned around, looking at his family resignedly. "Leo is growing extra teeth in the back of his jaw, but there is no room for them. They are pushing against the rest of the teeth, causing pain and swelling. He needs to get them taken out before serious issues, like an infection, pop up."

Splinter stroked his muzzle in thought. The possibility of his sons having wisdom teeth had never crossed his mind; mainly because he had never had them grow himself. 

"What would we need for you to remove the teeth, Donatello?" Donnie straightened, turning back to his computer. 

"Give me a day to figure out what we need to have it done safely here. We're lucky we managed to catch this so soon; we have a little window to get this done." Leo shrunk a little more, arms crossed over his body.

"It appears so. In the meantime, you boys are to stay home unless completely necessary. Leonardo, you are to report to me if anything changes in your condition. Am I understood?" His son nodded stiffly, clearly uncomfortable in the position he was in. Splinter dismissed his sons, leaving Donnie to his work and Leo to his own devices.

-

As he had said, a day later, with the help of their two human friends, Donnie had come to a conclusion. 

Donnie had called his family to the living room of the lair to discuss the steps coming forward.

"We need surgical tools; very precise, very small. Anesthesia to ensure Leo isn't in pain during the procedure, and soft foods for him to eat after everything is done. Pain medicine; the strong stuff. It wouldn't hurt to find extra blankets and pillows for him to have. Setting up a stable area for me to work and some place for him to stay until he feels better."

The clan, consisting of all but Leo himself, sat in the couched area, listening to Donnie speak.

They decided to split into groups. April and Casey got food and medicine; Casey somehow managed to snag anesthesia from a closed dentist's office close to the lair. Raph and Mikey fixed their living room into the perfect recovery room for Leo after his surgery, hunting down any and every fluffy blanket they owned and anything their brother liked into the pile. Donnie organized his lab into a makeshift dentist's office, cleaned everything he already had, and organized everything he would use.

And Splinter's job? He was on Leo watch. The teen had become moody since the clan learned about the issue, sulking off into another room at the sight of any one person. Splinter's job was to ensure his usually responsible son didn't injure himself further both before and after the surgery. He was also the emotional support his son needed before going under for the first time, like now.

Leo was in his bedroom, foot tapping on the floor rapidly. The boy had tried breathing exercises or meditating, but nothing calmed down the panic in his chest or the unforgiving throbbing in his jaw.

His head shot up when the sound of his door opened, revealing the sight of his father. "Sensei," Leo greeted, standing up. Splinter raised his hand, releasing his son from the formal greeting. "Your brothers mentioned you were hiding out in your room. Any reason why?" Leo looked away from him, green skin glowing with red.

Splinter walked into the teen's room more, looking around the space. His eldest son was the cleanest of his children, always making his bed in the morning and keeping a tight leash on the items he collected. 

Splinter walked to the bed and sat down, patting the space beside him. Leo sat gently beside him. They sat together in the quiet room until Leo shifted, turning to face his father.

"Sensei... I'm nervous about this surgery." Splinter remained quiet, letting his son speak. "I- I don't like that I'm going to be vulnerable and that I will be unreliable if something happens." He looked Splinter in the face, where he had previously been shying away. "I know that I should trust my brothers and April, but- but a good leader needs to stay alert. And I can't do that if I'm loopy because of drugs." Splinter continued to look at his son, thinking of how to comfort the child.

"A good leader is alert; you are right on that. But, my son, no man is a leader at all hours. Even the greatest of ninjas took the time to recover and rest. You are safe with your family and me; we will be here if needed, and we will stay alert for you."

Leo nodded, taking in a breath. He leaned back, planting his carapace onto the bed. "Why couldn't Mikey be the one who had extra teeth?" Splinter chuckled, standing up from the bed, patting his son's covered knee.

"I learned long ago not to question the will of nature, especially when it comes to you boys." Leo groaned, covering his face with his hands.

-

On the day of the surgery, Leo was tense. After talking with his father, Leo had finally come out of his room, helping Raph and Mikey set up the living room and stocking the kitchen with the foods that Casey and April had gotten. 

Donnie had finished setting up the lab with his equipment and called Leo to get him settled. Splinter was in the room, reviewing the final preparations with the purple genius. Leo sat in the reclining chair they had found and sighed. Donnie walked over with an IV attached to a metal pole, standing in front of Leo.

"Okay, brother. This," he gestured to the IV. "Is the anesthesia you will be on during the surgery. I will insert this in your arm, just above your elbow crease; all you have to do is lay back and count to 10." Donnie took the needle hanging on the hook, gently pushed it into Leo's arm, then taped the end down to secure it in place. Leo took a breath and shifted to get comfortable. "How do I know that it's working?" He asked, watching his brother mess with something on the counter behind him. Splinter stood next to the chair, looking down at his son.

"You'll know. Sleep tight," Donnie called back. Leo rolled his eyes, the answer not providing him any comfort. He sent a small smile to his father, sighed, and closed his eyes. He had expected to open his eyes again and feel the same, but Leo found it hard to open them like his eyelids were held closed by heavy weights.

"Do not fight it, my son," someone said to his left. He turned his head, trying to seek out the soothing voice, but his body felt so heavy, and a hand stroked his cheek. He hummed, sneaking down into the chair he was reclining in. Leo slunk off into dreamland.

-

The small family was in the makeshift recovery room now, Splinter sitting on the couch with Leo's head in his lap.

Splinter rubbed the top of his son's head, smiling softy at his unconscious son. Donnie had finished the surgery not too long ago and was cleaning his utensils, releasing his older brother into his father's care until he wakes up, or, well, 'wakes up.'

Raph sat with Mikey and April on the other side of the room. 

April had her phone in hand, ready to record the silliness that would be Leo when he woke up. Raph was reading a comic book, foot tapping on the ground; Mikey was dozing on his shoulder.

Leo's head shifted slowly, signing the first of him coming too. April straightened up, attention drawn to the rising turtle.

Cobalt eyes peaked open slightly, looking up into his father's face. Splinter continued to rub the top of his son's head.

"Papa?" The teen squinted at his father, disregarding any formalness he was known for. His jaw was puffy, and his cheeks stuck out from the gauze in his mouth, muffling his speech slightly. Splinter's face softened at the sight of his son's state.

"Yes, my son?" He asked, his voice calm and quiet. His son's blue eyes searched his face before asking in adorable curiosity, "Why're you a rat?" 

April giggled at the question, her hand covering her mouth slightly. She had started recording when Leo called his father, eager to send the videos she collected to Casey, who couldn't make it as support. He had caught a cold the day before and was now homebound with his father and sister.

"Well, I am a rat for the same reason you are a turtle, my son." Blue eyes blinked sluggishly like the answer had not registered before understanding crossed his face for a second. Then Leo opened his swollen mouth.

"Imma turlel?" The question came out quiet and squeaky. Leo's glassy eyes started to tear up; Raph snickered at the slurred speech. Splinter smiled, nodding his head. 

"Yes, my son. You are a turtle." His blue son looked up at him before starting to cry. Splinter froze, watching his teenager sob into his gauzed mouth. "I don' wanna be a turlel!" Leo sobbed. 

The poor turtle started to break down, jolting his two brothers off the couch across from him. Raph seemed to be on a mission, walking to where the bedrooms were in a hurry, while Mikey looked between his brothers in panic. He had been expecting delirious giggles and babbling, not his oldest brother to cry.

"It's okay, bro! It's not too bad being a turtle." Mikey said, jumping to his father's rescue after a second. Leo's teary eyes turned to him, crying momentarily stopped.

"You can hold your breath for a super long time! And we can jump super far! I don't know if that's a us thing or a turtle thing, but it's cool! Oh," Mikey continued, stepping back from the couch where his brother and father were. "And we can do this!" 

Mikey then popped into his shell, which fell onto the floor with a thud! Leo shot up from where he was lying, nearly slamming his head into his father's muzzle. "Wow! I can do that?"

Mikey got out of his shell, standing back with a smile. "Sure can, bro! You can do as much as you want as soon as you get better." Leo groaned, flopping back onto the couch, crossing his arms. "That's boring."

Splinter stood then, ensuring his son was secure where he was. He walked up to Donnie's lab to check in on the purple turtle. In there, Donnie had just finished cleaning the tools and was putting them away with April. Her phone sat on the counter, and the cracky voice of Casey came out. 

"How you feeling, Case?" April asked, leaning over the counter to see him on the screen. Donnie looked over from the shelf.

"Eh, better. My throat still hurts, and I'm tired but better than yesterday." April nodded, picking up another object and setting it in the cabinet.

Splinter walked to where the teenagers were, greeting Casey on the phone.

"Master Splinter, has Leo woken up yet?" Donnie stopped what he was doing to look at his father. "Yes, he is awake; Michaelangelo is watching him now." Donnie nodded, setting the last of the tools in the cabinet and walking out of the lab. Splinter followed after, talking to his son.

"The anesthesia should last a few hours, and he should not have anything too hard tonight," Leo rocked back and forth on the couch his father had left him on. Donnie walked over to him, squatting at eye level with his delirious brother.

"Hey, bro, how are you feeling?" Leo looked at his brother, a chubby smile sliding onto his face. "Donnie! Don, I feel like- like amazing! Imma feelin' funny!" Donnie chuckled, smiling at his brother.

"That's good, and you should feel good for a while because of the drugs." He stood up, taking his eyes off the teen still sitting, who had stopped rocking in shock. When he had stood up, Donnie saw the shock and horror growing on his brother's face. "Leo, what's wrong?"

"I'm on drugs?" The blue turtle looked heartbroken, staring up at his younger sibling. Donnie sucked in a breath through his gapped tooth. He hadn't thought about how 'Goodie Two-Shoes' Leonardo would react to being, technically, on drugs to get his teeth out. "Yeah, bud. You had to take anesthesia to make sure you're not in pain." His brother didn't like that answer.

"I don't wanna be on drugs!" Leo cried, bloodied gauze slipping from his mouth slightly. Donnie crouched back down, setting his hand on Leo's cheek. "I promised Papa I wouldn't do drugs!"

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, Leo." Donnie wiped the tears running down his panicked brother's face. "It's okay, bud. Dad's not gonna freak." Leo looked Donnie in the eye, shakily taking his brother's hand off his cheek.

"Don, you can't tell Papa!" He clutched the hand, squeezing it with great strength. "Please don't tell Papa I'm on drugs!" Donnie made a nervous face, looking over to his father, who was on the other side of Leo, who had heard the whole conversation.

Leo looked over and locked eyes with his father. His tears came down faster as he sobbed, "No!"

"No, you're here! You heard! I'm sorry, Papa!" Leo cried, hugging his father's middle. "I'm sorry I'm on drugs!" Splinter patted his son's shell, trying vainly to calm down his upset child. Raph returned to the room, holding a pillow that had not been in the room before. It was slightly lumpy, and Raph held it a little away from him.

He hopped the divider between the walkway and the recovery room and over to his crying brother. Leo looked up at him, releasing his face from his father's stomach.

"Here," Raph said, holding the pillow out to Leo. "It's cold; you can put in on your face to help the swelling and keep you calm." He gently set the pillow to the side of his brother's face. Leo froze when the pillow made contact, eyes wide in amazement, before closing them with a content sigh. "See? It feels better, right?" Leo nodded, releasing his father.

He took the pillow from Raph, laying back on the couch on his side, away from the TV Mikey had turned on. The cushion made its home under his face. Raph breathed a quiet chuckle, rolling his eyes at his now dramatic brother.

Splinter looked around the room before asking Donnie where Mikey was.

"I think he said something about making dinner for everyone. He should be in the kitchen now." Donnie then turned around, walking back into the lab to hang out with April before she left.

Splinter left to help make dinner, which left Raph alone with Leo, who was now dozing on the couch. Raph sighed, picking up his comic and getting comfortable on the couch.

-

Raph had been about half an hour into his job when he noticed his brother messing with his face. The blue-clad turtle was lying on his side, the other one this time, pillows and blankets piled around him. He was absently watching the tv, an episode of 'Space Heroes.' His fingers were playing with his bottom lip as he watched the screen. Raph raised an eyebrow ridge.

"Hey, buddy. Whatcha doin' with your mouth there?" Leo looked over to his brother, shock on his face. "I can't feel my lip!" He exclaimed. Raph chuckled, scooting closer.

"What do you mean? Your lip's right there." He pointed a finger to his brother's hand, still playing with the numb lip. His would-be leader looked at him, "Where?" he demanded.

Raph reached out and tapped his index finger against the lip lightly. "Right here," he said. Leo crossed his eyes, looking at where his brother was tapping and furrowed his brows. "No, it's not! That's my chin!" Raph laughed, dropping his hand. 

"I promise that your lips are there. You just can't feel them." Leo gave him a look of disbelief but let the subject go, returning to his show. Raph was thankful that he let the issue go and watched the TV with him, amused with Leo giggling at the parts he found funny and repeating the lines he liked the most.

Raph tried to act tough in front of his family, but he didn't mind his brother's dumb shows. He found his brothers geeking out over the characters or the plot amusing. It was nice seeing Leo act like a kid, hearing Mikey gush about a plotline, or watching Donnie work on a project while absently watching some TV. 

Splinter walked into the room, carrying a bowl in his clawed hands. Leo looked over at his father and gasped at the food the rat had brung him. Splinter smiled, telling his son to sit up to eat his food, to the grumbled complaints of the turtle.

After the light dinner of warm soup, the family, besides April, who had gone home, lounged in the recovery room, watching the tv as a family. Leo was leaning against his father, blankets covering him completely. Raph sat to his left, arms crossed and foot propped up on the couch, Mikey on the floor before him, slowly rocking from side to side. Donnie sat beside Mikey, lying on his side, typing on his T-Phone periodically.

Leo had been yawning when the rat father decided to call it a night, slowly leading his tired son to his bed. Leo spat the gauze out of his mouth before snuggling down into his bed. Splinter watched him for a moment, smiling at the once tiny turtle he had bought from a pet store all those years ago.

It amazed him, sometimes, to think about how much his children had grown. They were becoming young men, and they would not need him before long. Splinter felt proud of that fact, along with a bit of fear. He leaned down, placing a soft peck on his child's head.

He left the room after, softly closing the door behind him. His other children walked toward their rooms, rubbing their eyes in fatigue. As the teens passed, he exchanged 'good nights' before turning into his room.

In the morning, Leo was back to normal, although he was in pain in the back of his jaw. His family was the same as they had been before the surgery; Raph and he playfully fought over the remote to the tv, Mikey placed a whoopie cushion under the couch, which he had sat on, and at lunch, Donnie smelt of oil and grime. Yet, Leo could not shake the feeling that his siblings were just a bit more lovey. It was like they had seen him in a slightly different light. 

Or maybe they just had an ultra-embarrassing video of him hula-dancing on the kitchen table or eating dirt in the lair after his surgery. That was the more likely option.

Oh well, just the life of Leonardo Hamato.