#hi gornack

[beannary]

When I see ur pfp I see a chicken nugget, every time

Maybe the real Bean is the chicken nuggets we made along the way

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Drew Raph writing the letter from @avery73 's blurb, first time drawing a bay boy outside of practice, but the vibe of the writing was just so nice and sweet

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Take a Ghosts(the TV show) AU Donnie

HHNNGGHH-

[luckycharms1701]

An offering of vampire raph wip for u

😳😳😳

o-oh. oh this is quite an offering. i uhhhhhhhh i accept this happily. thank you for this amazing art, i love how you draw him!

[onejellyfishplease]

Holy shit holy shit it's jelly hi jelly ily /p

Missed ur shining light

Im aliveeeeeee \o/

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Yeah that's right-

@shadow-is-here-and-queer @little-mouse-gardens

Look up your name in the gifs and show the first gif that comes up

@absurdumsid @inka-boi @childofthest4rzz @tobi-draws @largefound

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pls ignore me if your requests are closed buuuuuuutttt

Headcanons for a reader that can't stop 'mirin(staring full love and joy, especially when they're not looking) with infamously insecure Big Red ?

And if not, know that you're loved and appreciated regardless and I'm glad you and your blog exist

Hello my dear Gornack! Hope the new year is treating you well. Thank you for the ask! 🥰

Mountains and Sunsets and You

Raphael x Reader

No warnings

"You got something to say?"

His sudden attention snaps you back into reality. 

Shit. Fuck.

Caught red handed, you try to keep cool as heat fills your cheeks. 

You were doing it again. He could see you out of the corner of his eye for the last hour. You were sitting on one of the benches, pretending to work, and watching him as he and his brothers worked through their katas. It had almost made him trip twice.

It's always new and exciting at first, but you've already known him for a few months. The novelty should have worn off by now. But it keeps happening. He catches you staring. It's only him, he's paid enough attention to know you don't watch his brothers like this. It's unnerving. Distracting. He'd taken a backhand to the jaw during sparring last week, and even spilled his midnight coffee on April's carpet. Twice.

"No..." you say a little too innocently.

Training had wrapped for the night, and it had been Raphael's turn to put the equipment away, leaving him alone in the dojo with you as you gathered up your paperwork. You stood, turning to leave, when your eyes landed on him. You couldn't help but follow the lines of his side with every stretch, and the way the muscles in his arms shifted under his skin as he almost reverently placed each weapon back on the wall. 

There isn't anything wrong with it, per se. You aren't looking at him with hatred or fear or disgust, if anything you look... fascinated. And not in a "weird mutant science experiment" kind of way. He can't explain it, and he can't explain the warmth that pools in his stomach every time he catches you doing it. And it's frustrating as hell.

"Then why the hell are you looking at me?" He growls, "Why the hell are you always looking at me?" He takes three steps towards you before stopping, instinct identifying pain and confusion as an an opponent, but you don't flinch. You know you're not in any real danger. Never from him. 

His scales catch the multicolored lights in the lair making him shimmer, and as he fidgets your eyes move over the gentle color shift that will only let you see his markings when the light is just right. You've never met anyone like him, seen anything like him, and everything he does is captivating. 

"Because you're beautiful," you say, simply, before you can stop yourself. 

This catches him off-guard, and he hesitates for a moment before he scoffs and looks away, "You're hilarious."

"Am I laughing?" You ask, without so much as a smile.

His eyes meet yours, hurt and suspicion deepset in amber. You can't be serious. When your features don't change, and he realizes there's no oncoming punchline, his eyes soften and fall away. 

Your jaw tightens. You hate it. You hate the way the world has ground imperfection and insecurity into every single scale. He's worth so much more than this broken place, and he's been beaten into believing he's unworthy of less than this. 

"Does that make you uncomfortable?" You ask, gently.

"Does what?"

"The fact that I find you beautiful." 

He hesitates, "... yes."

"Why?"

"Because it's bullshit." He snaps.

"Why?"

He looks at you incredulously.

"Why?" You repeat. 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Why?" You nearly demand, "Why not you? Why can't you be beautiful?"

"Because I'm not." The words ring out against the cement walls, as solid and true as the foundations of the earth.

He's not. He can't be. He's not human. He's not normal. He's a 6'5" turtle with chronic pain and a bad attitude. Covered in scars, shell cracked and gouged and broken in places, he's all thick hide and hard edges. How could anyone find that "beautiful?"

A few moments pass, and you gently break the silence, "Can I ask you something?"

"I got a choice?" He sighs, his frustration dissolving into exhaustion. He doesn't want or need a pep talk, and he sure as hell doesn't want someone like you trying to make him feel better. But somewhere, in the short time you've known each other, he's begun to trust you. He motions for you to continue.

"Do you think a mountain is beautiful?"

His gaze returns to yours and blinks twice, "... What?"

"Do you think a mountain is beautiful," you repeat. 

"Uh, yeah... I guess..." His brow furrows.

"Do you think..." You think for a moment, "a sunset is beautiful?" 

He sighs heavily, shifting his weight, "Yeah. Why. What's this got to do with anything?"

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" A small smile turns the corner of your mouth. He can't help glancing at it.

He hesitates. He just met you, and he really likes spending time with you. You're quick and kind and a hell of a good listener, he's vented to you about his brothers more than once already. You have a way of talking to him that makes things make sense. And Gods, yes, you're beautiful. Like a sun he can't stop staring at, even as his eyes are burning.

"Yes," he finally admits softly, holding your gaze. 

You try to ignore the way the word ricochets around your ribcage, and push on, tilting your head slightly, and questioning softly, "Would you ever consider me ugly for not looking enough like a mountain or a sunset?" 

"What? No! Why the hell -" he stops when you raise an eyebrow. It dawns on him slowly, and he blinks at you. 

You decide it best to let him turn that over for a while. He watches you wordlessly as you walk past him, bumping his arm gently with yours on your way out of the dojo. "See you later, Red," you say with a smile, before disappearing through the door.

....

Tag list:

@thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @fyreball66 @ninnosaurus @tmntngl @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @zagreustomb @ramielll @silverwatergalaxy @gornackeaterofworlds @daedric-sorceress @sophiacloud28 @iridescentflamingo @milykins

[gornackeaterofworlds]

SOMA au Leo

Click for unfuzziness

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Oh my gosh! Hi mermie

1. Leo from RotTMNT

2. Angerman from Fire-Us(there is no fandom 😔)

3. Cat Noir from Miraculous

4. Thorkell the Tall from Vinland Saga

5. Jimmy Hopkins from Bully

6. Gregg from Night in the Woods

7. Larry from Sally Face

8. Snotlout from Httyd

9. Rick from The Walking Dead

And 10. Captain Price from Call of Duty

@little-mouse-gardens

10 characters, 10 fandoms!

rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

thanks for the tag @obstinatejules

In no particular order...!

Donatello from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Ryoga Hibiki from Ranma 1/2

Nageki Fujishiro from Hatoful Boyfriend

Ayuko Hayamizu from Golden Boy

Strollin' Stu introduced in Super Mario Sunshine

Lady Bow from Paper Mario

Tomoyo Daidouji from Cardcaptor Sakura

Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim

Doc Holiday from Tombstone (1993)

Cheese from Food Fantasy

I usually let the bloodline die with me, but I'd love to hear these lists from @morning-sun-brah @unknownfanartist @mermmarie @grumpytheunicorn @eeveetrevelyan

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

I'm so curious bc I noticed u changed it, is ur pfp an OC?

Yooo!

Yes! And No! lol

That is my OC Rose Soriano from ERHIT (every rose has it's thorn)

But it is in fact a self insert OC because she is me, I am her lmao

Only difference- my hair is WAY CURLIER

But like, there's never good hair options for biracial peeps (Mexican Dad/Polish Mom) on pic-crew? I can never find the right curl pattern; it's either loose waves or really tight curls, nothing in between

*sighs*

But yeah! Rose is a really cool character I've been fine tuning. She has been through some tough life struggles, but keeps fighting throughout it all. She's got that feisty, take-no-shit personality with looks that could kill, but will definitely kill you for looking at her (joking, kinda). I wish I could draw her because in my mind she's buff as heck

I'm going to do a whole character sheet at some point for her and my bayverse guys, I think.

Thanks for asking! I could go on about Rose for forever haha

(sorry to ramble there)

[luckycharms1701]

Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!

The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-

I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)

(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)

^ how i felt reading this ask

there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!

sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!

It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.

When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.

“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.

You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.

Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.

“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.

“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.

It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.

Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.

~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @morenovix218 @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds

[truffle-draws-turtles]

Hey truffle! For not-mikeys-panties reasons, what's your favorite color?

Hi gornack! I'm taking this opportunity to tell you that I'm very honored that you follow me and your reblog tags are always among my absolute highlights! 🫵🫶

And now to your question:

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Im scared-

Have at it you heathens 🫶🏼🫵🏼

⏬Mine couldn't be anymore accurate LMAO⏬

~for funsies~

@leosgirl82 @leoandraphssoulmate @scholastic-dragon @trufflemacandcheese @justalotoffanfiction @margoteve @m1dnyt3-w0lf @raphsmuneca @yorshie @avery73 @luckycharms1701 @turtlecleric @replicasey @oozedninjas @desceros @wynndigogh @gornackeaterofworlds @thejudiciousneurotic

[the-cauldron-witch]

RAPH 9 🙏🫄

Gornack I got you boo ❤️👌I hope this is good!!

Ask if from here

9. "I know, I know, it hurts."

CW: injury obvi, but warning just in case

White hot scorching pain burned from the open wound on your shoulder blade, a gash about three inches long but thankfully not deep enough to require stitching. Sitting on the bench with your back exposed, your shirt bunched around your arms in such a way it shielded the front of your chest. Hissing as your hand pinned a now bloodied towel to the wound you waited on the bench impatiently. An unfortunate part of sparring and training mean injuries and not just broken bones or bruises.

You and Raphael had been practicing with weapons a few moments ago, something Raph was just introducing you to. Even with caution and Raph’s skill giving him clear advantage, no one was perfect and miscalculations were made, which ended with Raph’s sai slicing your shoulder blade when you dodge just a split second too late. Guilt immediately washed over his face as you yelled out in pain, clutching your shoulder where blood seeped. Guiding you onto the bench Raph told you to wait just a second while he got the first aid kit from Donnie’s lab.

“Alright, alright, I’m here” Raph called as he hurriedly slid to a stop approaching the bench. Tears stung your eyes and ran down your cheeks as the pain pulsated from the wound, you tried to bite back the whimper in the back of your throat when Raph gently peeled away your hand. Pulling the towel from your wound as painlessly as he possibly could, the fabric clinging to the exposed flesh, Raph comforted you with small words.

“I know, I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, baby,” The guilt in his voice pulled you out of the delirious fog the pain shrouded you in. It wasn’t his fault, you knew that, he had no reason to blame himself. With the back of your hand you wiped the corner of your eyes, blinking away the bleariness to clear your vision.

“Don’t blame yourself, Raph, it was an accident” Reaching out with your clean hand you placed it on his muscular thigh, giving it a firm squeeze and massage with your thumb. Something disruptively cold toughed the scorching flesh of the wound, pulling another jaw clenching hiss out. Raph allowed you to dig your nails into the soft skin of his inner thigh as he dabbed at the wound with a cold washcloth, thankful that you had gotten the bleeding to stop for the most part rather quickly.

“I know, but still, you got hurt and don’t heal as quickly as us...I shoulda known better than ta use my sai,” He sighed at himself with disappointment, dabbing gently at the blood threatening to dry and crust on your skin. Wincing at the feeling you took a deep steady breath, trying to focus and comfort Raph at the same time.

“It was bound to happen at some point, sweetheart. It’s part of training, right?” You tried your best to hide the tears in your voice, but the sniffling was a dead give-away despite how quiet you tried to be. Frowning at the sound Raph took a dry piece of gauze and blotted the skin around the wound dry quickly but delicately, watching you wince further.

“I should’ve grabbed my tonfas,” He muttered to himself, continuing his self scolding. “This might sting a little, okay? It’ll only be fer’a second, it has numbing stuff in it” Bracing yourself by capturing your bottom lip between your teeth you waited for the sting, which shot through you like a jolt of electricity not long after the warning. Just as quick as it came it went, leaving behind a soothing numbing sensation as Raph began dressing your wound properly. His arms hovered around you as he wrapped the wound nicely, just snug enough to hold itself in place but giving you plenty of mobility.

“Thank you, it feels better already,” Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes you finally started to pull yourself together, though your shirt was a lost cause. Predicting this problem ahead of time Raph reached for a t-shirt he had already grabbed from under the medkit he took from Donnie’s lab. Sliding off the ruined garment you took the band shirt, recognizing it as one Raph wore on rare occasions around the lair when it was chilly. Tugging the shirt over yourself you looked to your boyfriends regretful gaze, clearly still blaming himself.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up Raph, really. I’m not mad at you,” You pulled yourself onto your toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Besides, now I get a cool scar”

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 1)

Raphael x GN!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Hi gornack! I hope you are feeling well. ♥️

Sorry this took so long. I want you to know that this started out as a simple fluffy fic, but Red disagreed. He wanted to make you smile.

I'm going to be splitting this into 4 parts (+ an epilogue) to make it easier to read because I accidentally went over the character limit in my notes app *twice*. I wasn't aware you could accidentally write a whole ass fic, but here we are. 😅

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

"Come on, babe, please?"

You sigh, whining, "Raph..."

"I gotta head out early, you'll be asleep by the time I get back," he pleaded. He was only working a half night, but he had to leave right at sunset and head across town, so he wouldn't be home until well after 1:00 am, and you had school in the morning.

It had been a long day, and it still wasn't over yet.

You really did like your job. The kids were great, even when they misbehaved it wasn't their fault. There were just too many of them and not enough of you. You couldn't watch everybody all the time, but you still had to try. Third grade was a lot. Especially when you were managing 27 kids (you're grateful, you have colleagues managing 40+, and it's a fucking zoo).

Still, you tried to make things fun for them. Halloween is tomorrow, and you don't want to do the traditional boring "spooky" theme. So, you've decided to teach an entire class of 8-9 year olds a little bit about applied chemistry.

You were actually really excited! You'd picked up a bunch of foam pumpkins at the dollar store, which were currently being dragged in a cart behind you. You were planning on carving them into jack o'lanterns and teaching the kids how to make elephant toothpaste to ooze out of the holes. It's was going to be the most beautiful chaos, and with any luck, a memorable experience.

There was only one problem, you'd been dealing with meetings and trainings all week and unable to actually carve the damn pumpkins. Today there was an outage in part of the building, so you had to wait two hours to use the one copier available, and by the time you walked out you had zero gas left in the tank. You wanted to go home and finish your work so you could go to bed.

You reach the top of the stairs, exiting the subway at street level. The lair is literally in the opposite direction. You look south, towards your apartment.

"Please?" He asks again, his voice softening. You haven't seen him in days and you can hear in his voice that it's taking as much of a toll on him as it is you. "I'll help you with your school shit, whatever, I just... I gotta see you. Please?"

You sigh and turn around, heading north. You miss him, too.

...

He meets you at the door to the elevator, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but smile. He had that effect. Comfort, safety, peace, love... Raphael is Home. And the moment you step inside his arms all of your tension melts away. Almost.

He picks you up in his arms and squeezes you tightly, swinging you gently back and forth as he buries his nose in your hair. He breathes you in and grins, chuckling quietly as you squeeze him back and press your face against his neck.

"What're you laughing at?" you ask, suspicious. He was way more... something... than normal... you're not entirely sure what. You raise your head with your eyes narrowed.

"Nothin'," he says, kissing you sweetly, "just happy to see you." Your eyes narrow further, but this seems to satisfy you. You kick your legs and whine and he sets you down.

Picking up the crate and carrying it casually under one arm (though, to be fair, the pumpkins are made of foam), he gestures you first into the elevator and follows behind. He takes your hand pretty much immediately, "So what're we working on?"

"Pumpkins," you sigh.

He waits a beat. Then another. "Okay... You gonna give me more than that, or..." He smirks down at you, laughing. He can't help it.

"Yeah, sorry," you laugh, "rough week." You shake your head, before looking up at him, "carving, specifically."

"Shit, why didn't you say so? I could've done the whole thing for you!" He laughs as you exit the elevator into the lower garage.

Donnie's working on the truck and you wave at him as you pass by. He gives you a bright smile and your suspicion grows. He's a bit too cheery for being elbow deep in his latest mechanical mess.

You make it to the living room and start unpacking everything. Foam pumpkins, sharpies, exacto knives, "that should be everything," you say, grabbing a gourd and sitting down on the couch. You tuck your legs up under you as Raph walks by behind, leaning down to kiss you on his way to the other side.

He only has about an hour before he needs to leave, but he spends it cuddled up next to you quietly carving pumpkins, an activity which he actually enjoys. All too soon, he's called away to his duties.

With a lingering kiss that leaves you missing him already, he's gone, and you're left with... so much work.

...

The pumpkins are taking longer than expected, and by midnight you're still not done. Mostly because, for a teacher, you really suck at learning your lesson, and you waited until the last minute. Again. And you didn't ask your boyfriend for help once you realized it was too much. Again.

Honestly, one word and he could have had this solved for you. You look over at your annual Family Pumpkin Carving Competition entries. Raph was no longer allowed to enter the contest because it wasn't fair. But he still did one because he enjoyed it. This year, it seems, he was feeling romantic.

It was a MASSIVE pumpkin almost to your shoulder. You have no idea how he even got it down here. Inside was a small table with several electric candles, illuminating the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast.

You set down the half-carved jack o' lantern, and sigh heavily, rubbing your eyes. You lean back on the couch, tucking your feet under you. You're just going to shut your eyes for a few seconds. You know that people always say that and they end up just falling asleep, but you really actually mean it, you'll close your eyes for a few minutes and then get back to work.

....

Tag list

@thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @fyreball66 @ninnosaurus @tmntngl @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @zagreustomb @ramielll @silverwatergalaxy @gornackeaterofworlds @footninja @daedric-sorceress @sophiacloud28 @iridescentflamingo

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[troublesjunkyard]

6.) Do you own any TMNT merchandise?

11.) Which version of Raphael is your favorite?

20.) Which theme song is your favorite?

26.) What is one of your favorite pieces of TMNT fan art?

31.) What is one piece of TMNT canon that you dislike/ignore?

Hello Gornack! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

6. I've got a few items but not much. I live somewhere where merchandise is rather.....sparse. Either you have to order and pay (mostly) a lot of export fee or you need to search at conventions for some.

I had a few shirts as a child from TMNT, now I have one and (my most priced possession so far) a metal poster with the IDW cover "City at war". If it's count, I got almost every issue of the IDW comics, the TLR2:Re-Evolution comics plus the TMNT Ghostbuster crossover comic and all seasons of TMNT '12 as DVDs. Got also some self made pins and four Kandi bracelets that are color coded to the turtles.

11. Uh, tough question because I'm a total Raph fan, no matter which iteration. (Maybe because I see myself in them...) I would say '03 Raph would be my top fav, because I just adore his kind side when he helps others in need and his sassy comments. And yes, most don't like his accent, but in my defense, I heard the english version years later for the first time. I heard him mostly in my native language as kid.

'12 Raph is close behind. He redeems himself and grows over the seasons without losing his character. Also communicating with pigeons and training them commands. Nice! Addition: I just love Raphs german voice and everytime his voice actor is in other movies or series I always see Raph. :>

I like IDW Raph because of his story arc. Especially in the beginning with finding his way into his family. He cares for them, but it's hard to fit in for him in the beginning after being on his own for quite a while.

I will hear people scream now, but I also like TLR Raph even though we only see him really short. Yes, he acts reckless and yes his plan was stupid but he cares! The fear that someone else gets severely hurt of his family blinded him so much that he takes measurements in his own hands. He gave everything he had left to protect. Hothead through and through.

20. A close fight between the '87 and '12 version. I would go with the '12 opening because this was my teenager era, this song was on my mp3 player.

26. Another hard one to choose ah-

In the moment it's the TLR2:Re-Evolution fanarts from redkehlchen and shellsweet. I love the four so much! (especially Yi hehehe)

31. The ending of Splinter in TMNT '12. DAMN. That ripped out my soul. I don't dislike it, but it's really hard to accept it...

And everytime I see this damn scene I'm like "Okay get it together... don't cry..." and then Mikey says this one word, THIS. ONE. WORD. And it's over....