#hurt mikey

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I FINALY UPDATED MY TMNT FANFIC AFTER BEEING DEPRESED FOR LIKE A YEAR AND THEN HAVING OTHER ISUSES >:DDD

LEST FUCKIN GO I AM BACK BITCHES WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[zelgadis55]

Chapters: 41/? Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Michelangelo (TMNT), Mikey, Dogpound, Chris Bradford, Hamato Yoshi | Splinter, Leonardo (TMNT), Leo, Donatello (TMNT), Donnie, Raphael (TMNT), Raph, April O'Neil (TMNT) Additional Tags: Mikey is captured, Bradford wants revenge, and Shredder allows it, pet trope, Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Violence, not graphic, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hurt Michelangelo (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT)-centric, Turtles, TMNT, Mind Manipulation, Cruelty, time spent in, Japan, New York, at sea, the Farm, Recovery, Brothers Series: Part 1 of Pet Turtle Summary:

Bradford has always blamed Michelangelo for his misfortunes and especially for his mutation so when he manages to capture the young ninja, he's going to make sure he knows exactly what it's like. 2k12 AU.

Warning: Warnings for physical and mental torture in this story abound, as well as for implied and highly disturbing situations. Trigger warnings may apply for some chapters. There will not, however, be gruesome details. Some things are best left up to the imagination.

                   How Much is that Turtle in the Window                                                     ch 41

"Nightmares again, little bro?" Mikey snapped his gaze to Raph in surprise. It was no secret he had them. Hell, it would have been far more shocking if he didn't after everything he'd survived, but unless he thrashed around in his sleep, which thankfully wasn't often given he'd long ago learnt to keep still to avoid drawing unwanted attention, well, being unable to vocalise actually had a couple of advantages. Like not drawing his brothers to him in panic as he screamed in terror in the middle of the night. {Y?} he tapped slowly after extricating his fingers from the handle of the right crutch. "'cause we woke up to find you huddled and shivering under the bed this morning," Raph replied, studying him with a worried frown. "We left you there because, yeah, didn't want to startle you and because you need the sleep. You're still healing." Mikey glanced guiltily up at his brother's face but the bruise he'd left a while back had completely faded away a few days ago now. Raph snorted but didn't say a thing; he didn't need to. They'd had that conversation numerous times now, of Mikey feeling bad about it and Raph telling him not to be such an idiot because no way had it hurt him, visual evidence be damned. {U put,} Mikey motioned to the blanket and pillow half hidden beneath the bed, {on me?} "Like I said, you were shivering," Raph grunted once he translated. {Ty, R.} "Yeah, no problem. So wanna talk about why you ended up on the floor?" 'What's the point?' Mikey thought miserably as he looked away from his brother. 'If I went slow enough for you to keep up, I'd lose track of what I was saying.' Then, just to give Raph something, he blinked no and slowly tapped, {To b close. Where D?} "Donnie's in the bathroom," Raph replied, studying Mikey closely and baulking as he squirmed under his gaze. "Sorry," he muttered guiltily. {Is 'k,} Mikey replied. He worked his fingers around the thin handhold again before cautiously heading for the door. Once outside, Mikey paused to get his bearings, then turned towards the bathroom. Not long after, he stood outside the door, surprised to see it too, wedged open like his bedroom door. Donnie stood inside, working at the sink with a mess of tools and what looked like tap handles surrounding him. Mikey blinked in surprise.

{Wot r u doin', D?} Mikey ventured cautiously.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24382507/chapters/111473821  or  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13593827/41/How-Much-is-that-Turtle-in-the-Window

[cupcakeslushie]

I’ve always wanted to do one of those side by side comparisons with an old and new piece so I worked on this today!

Comparison: New Vs almost an exact year ago!

[onionninjasstuff]

[jellyvibes710]

PART 1

PART 2

Title art

@abbeyofcyn

It’s finally started, and I’m super excited!!

The whole story will be between 10 to 15 parts depending on how much details an story I wanna cut or keep

I’m totally a day late but I’m always late to my own deadlines hahaha

I’m not completely satisfied with the colors but I’ll fix it later when I decide I like something bfdfgncse

I hope you’re prepared >:3c

[Witness my brain rot to my favorite version of leo here]

[zee-rambles]

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“Since when do you miscalculate?”

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[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal as Michael Berzatto THE BEAR | 3.06 Napkins

[shakerofthebutt9000]

I love drawing these stupid goobers

[joyfuladorable]

03 Mikey + Arm Injuries + Don's SAINW trauma

I actually had these sketched out several months ago cuz I was inspired by something a buddy said about Don not reacting well to his bros receiving injuries similar to the ones their SAINW counterparts have, but I decided to clean them up a bit cuz I have a fic titled Ramifications where I explore the potential consequences of things that happen in 03 and these two episodes are part of that. So feel free to check it out and yell at me about how kids show + run time = undealt with trauma ;P

Links: I, Monster chapter | *Grudge Match*

[turtleblogatlast]

Mentioned this before but as much as I adore the medic Leo headcanon, my favorite type of it is when it’s basically just Leo knowing the most surface level of stuff and carrying around a super basic first-aid kit in his pack. So he knows how to use gauze, and he’s got a ton of Jupiter Jim branded bandaids, and if you really needed it then he can hit you up with some ibuprofen but other than that? Nothing.

But. I love the idea that that changes post-invasion.

They’re pretty sturdy, all of them, so they can take more than one beating and really only need a bandaid for the fun of it. But the invasion hit harder than ice packs and “lots of rest” would help with, and I can bet that a post being beaten to a pulp Leo would have a lot of time on his hands to reflect and, maybe, learn a thing or two as he waits to get better.

It’s nothing excessive, not at first, but he watches veterinary videos, and live surgeries, and other videos in that same realm (because the books are, uh, a bit too jargon-y for him) multiple times over. Just so he knows. Just in case he needs to know.

In his pack, there’s a first-aid kit. With the use of a mini portal for extra space, the kit has grown to include everything from scalpels to butterfly stitches to sutures to even fiberglass patches.

And obviously the Jupiter Jim brand bandaids stay too.

[idiot-mushroom]

@phykoha how would you feel abt doing a tie and possibly teaming up in the @tmntbestsibscompetiton (this is my proposal bc ur rlly cool and it would be badass if we team up i think)

[zelgadis55]

Chapters: 47/? Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Michelangelo (TMNT), Mikey, Dogpound, Chris Bradford, Hamato Yoshi | Splinter, Leonardo (TMNT), Leo, Donatello (TMNT), Donnie, Raphael (TMNT), Raph, April O'Neil (TMNT) Additional Tags: Mikey is captured, Bradford wants revenge, and Shredder allows it, pet trope, Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Violence, not graphic, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hurt Michelangelo (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT)-centric, Turtles, TMNT, Mind Manipulation, Cruelty, time spent in, Japan, New York, at sea, the Farm, Recovery, Brothers, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Good Brother Donatello, Michelangelo Has a Bad Time (TMNT) Series: Part 1 of Pet Turtle Summary:

Bradford has always blamed Michelangelo for his misfortunes and especially for his mutation so when he manages to capture the young ninja, he's going to make sure he knows exactly what it's like. 2k12 AU.

Warning: Warnings for physical and mental torture in this story abound, as well as for implied and highly disturbing situations. Trigger warnings may apply for some chapters. There will not, however, be gruesome details. Some things are best left up to the imagination.

              How Much is that Turtle in the Window                                                   ch 47

"If you care for him, get out of New York and disappear," Leo read aloud grimly.

"So what, you're moving back down here?" Raph asked. "Is that why you brought extra groceries down?" He shook his head, annoyed. "Look, I got no problem with you staying here and in fact said April should two days ago but we told you the Foot are trying to find us. We could be trapped here for ages and if they find us, we'll have a hard time keeping you safe."

A thrill of terror at the reminder filled Mikey and he tensed up. April squeezed his hand tightly in response.

Donnie nodded reluctantly. "As much as I hate to say it, Raph's right. You'd be better off leaving New York and disappearing as the note suggests."

Kirby shook his head reluctantly. "While I fully agree, Donatello, I can't leave for several reasons."

April muttered something angrily under her breath.

"But the four of you can leave and you're taking April with you."

With that, everyone but April shot to attention.

"Leave to where?" Raph exploded in disbelief.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24382507/chapters/131526820   or   https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13593827/47/How-Much-is-that-Turtle-in-the-Window

[phewgitoid]

scribbly experiments

[yorshie]

Safe With Leo

bayverse leo x female reader

SFW, reader in peril off screen, injured reader, Leo pining like a TREE, new nickname acquired, reader is not coping well after violence.

(I think the backstory me and @fuckedupcleric decided to go with was reader got carjacked then Leo did his own carjacking to get her back, but it's up for reader interpretation)

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His voice was low and even, at odds with the way his hands were clenched tightly into fists at his sides. Your gaze lingered on where the right was freshly bandaged, the strips of linen tight, the smell of ointment heavy in the air surrounding him.

The hallway where Leo caught you skulking wasn’t very wide. His shell blocked most of the light from the arcade around the corner. You tried, and failed, not to shrink in on yourself, despite the little voice screaming at you that it was Leo, the one person you always felt safe with. Should always feel safe with.

“Can’t sleep.” You told him, finally, honestly, too tired and too jittery to be able to stand the beeping and sterile cleanliness of the needle room. Your voice was a croaky thing, raw from screaming and sobbing yourself hoarse. Your ears rang, where you had deafened yourself in the enclosed space. Your palms and feet were raw, bruised from the concrete and trying to scratch yourself free. Your arms stung underneath where you were gripping onto your biceps in an attempt to hold yourself together. You could feel the deep cuts littered there, even through the bandages underneath the soft sleep shirt covering you. Covering you, you reminded yourself.

Safe with Leo, you told yourself again.

He let out a slow, heavy breath, the kind you were used to hearing directed at Raph, or Mikey, when either was being particularly annoying. It twisted something deep inside your gut, soured the saliva in the back of your mouth. The feeling of being trapped settled back in your gut when he swayed to the side, creating a space for you to slip past him.

He followed you, like a hound shadowing your footsteps, raising the hair along the nape of your neck. You heard him huff, the noise quiet, before he dropped back another step.

His voice was soft, but firm, when you reached the atrium, “Turn left, head to my room.”

You stalled, foot catching on the cold floor, a wince pulling at your mouth before you could hide the pain, “But-”

Leo shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss your protest, “There’s no way you’re going to sleep on that couch, blossom.”

Blossom.

That was a new nickname. Before tonight, he’d always used your name, formal and polite, or on the rare occasion, if you were being especially sassy, he’d drop ‘princess’ in a smooth and silky voice that never failed to shut you up in a way Raph couldn’t when he teased you.

Tonight, however, Leo hadn’t whispered your name when he’d scooped you out of the trunk of the car hours before. No, it’d been blossom he’d pressed against your bloodied hair, voice wrecked and shaking as he’d cradled you in his arms and bared his teeth at Donnie when his brother had tried to take you away. It had been blossom he’d cooed at you while holding you still so Donnie could bandage the cuts on your arms, back and legs while you cried.

It’d been blossom he’d whispered when everything had become too much and you’d curled up into a little ball, the last word you’d heard when Donnie had ushered everyone out of the needle room.

Hearing it now, your feet resumed automatically, not ready to press and ask questions, not liking the newfound uncertainty that surrounded your feelings where Leonardo was concerned. 

He shadowed you all the way to his room, his normal, soothing demeanor gone, feeling more like a caged animal at your back than the friend you had grown to know these past two years. 

You stalled just inside the door, taking in the neat and orderly room that you’d only seen in passing before. “I don’t… think I should be here.” 

It felt sacrilegious. A privilege you hadn’t earned. An insight to Leo that made your palms sweaty and itchy and your stomach feel like lead. You wanted to be here…

You feared it.

He was watching you with an unreadable expression when you turned. “Do you want to go back to the needle room?”

Needle Room. Just the name sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps and chills breaking out as you recalled the phantom smell of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant.

“No,” you whispered, too tired to keep the petulant edge from your voice despite the fact you knew he hated it.

Leo sighed again, his shoulders moving with the motion, and you idly realized his hands had yet to move, or unclench, from the rigid way he kept them at his sides. “Then, you,” He tipped his beak towards you, then to a point across the room, “bed.” 

He waited, patient as the moon, for you to cross the room, silent as you pulled back the covers and slipped between the sheets. You weren’t sure what to make of the way his eyes lingered for a moment, or of the way tension seemed to bleed out from his frame.

“Get some sleep.” He offered, voice noticeably softer, closer to that rumble you remember from the nightmare of your rescue. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

You watched, unblinking, as he turned and disappeared from the doorway, not even a scuff of his feet to announce his departure. 

Maybe you were dreaming, maybe it had been a fictitious Leonardo that had offered the one thing you’d dreamt of, the one thing that you were sure you’d never get to experience. The one wish you’d squashed and squeezed, hoping one day it would disappear completely.

You were in his space. You looked slowly around the room, taking in the little pieces of decor, and the way everything was set just so. It screamed Leo, down to the soft blue blankets you were curled up under. 

Safe. The room told you. Safe from prying eyes, from staticy emotion boiling off other’s bodies, from questions you weren’t in any state to answer.

Safe with Leo.

Your eyelids fluttered, tension bleeding out of your spine with every deep inhale, letting the stale scent of teakwood and jasmine on the sheets, the incense from across the room, the tea on the little table beside your head, swirl together, lulling you to sleep with the scent of Leo.

Safe with Leo.

[kiingbiing]

Splinter’s favorite

[zee-rambles]

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Hard Work

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