#mikey also wants to have chickens and some more farm animals around to have more resources but

[turrondeluxe]

Hi. So, I saw Mikey feed Odyn a bottle of (presumably) milk, but what other things do the turtle tots like to eat?

It was indeed milk!

We don't truly know how exactly ronin Mikey grew up but I'm assuming that in like most iterations of the turtles, food and a place to stay were hard to come by when growing up, specially when Mikey and his brothers were babies. Because of this, Mikey knows what is like growing hungry and not letting any food they had the luck of having go to waste.

In the comic Mikey is shown growing his own crops and harvesting them So in the au Mikey grows his own vegetables and fruits making it easier for him to prepare food for the babies. He tries his best to make a large variety of dishes for them because he wants them to try as much they want and never go hungry. Since Mikey is a turtle mutant himself he tries to makes dishes that would appeal to their turtle cravings too, like algae! In addition to this, in the au Mikey sells his harvest to nearby towns to manage with money or stuff he and the babies need for the house! (like ingredients to make homemade pizza :] )The people from the towns he usually visits don't really mind him or the babies because they are aware they are Hamato clan members and the people from the towns actually like having the little turtle family around! (Since Mikey can't really leave the babies on their own yet (not like he wants to either), the towns knows of their existance and they love them)

[stenbrozier]

Mornings of Tranquility (Teen!Mike Hanlon x Reader)

Plot: You sleepover Mike’s, and he wakes you up for an early morning around the expansive farm property. While you guys eat breakfast, you take a breath and just savor the time you have with him.

Warnings: none :)

A/N: I love Mike with all of my being. What a soft man 💕 (Also I’m ahead of schedule!!!!)

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You were awoke by Mike moving out from underneath you, one of his hands on your back steadying you as you flopped softly onto the grey sheets. He moaned slightly as he sat on the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching. He tucked you back underneath the dark blue blanket as he stood up and walked to the bathroom, and you slowly grasped it and threw it over your shoulders, opening your eyes and squinting them as you looked at Mike’s angelic silhouette in front of the bathroom door. He had just turned on the light, looking back at you briefly with a fond look on his face before he walked in and shut the door behind you. You slid yourself up the bed, the blanket falling from your shoulders as you puffed your chest out and reached your arms up so that you could stretch your back properly. Leaning back against the headboard, you brought the blanket around your shoulders again, staring blankly at the stack of books on Mike’s desk that were outline by the early morning moonlight. The sun should be rising soon, you thought. That’s probably why Mike got up so early.

You had never slept over his house, he had always been at yours, but since his grandpa had to leave town for a few days and needed Mike to tend to the animals and the crops, you were invited to a weekend full of sleepovers, all day dance parties, and sheep. Lots and lots of sheep. You turned your head as you heard the bathroom door creak open, Mike smiling when he saw you up. The light went off, and he bolted to the bed, wrapping you in his arms and tucking himself back underneath the blanket with you.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he whispered with a smile, planting a kiss on your temple. “You wanna help me this morning? I have to feed the animals and maybe water the crops if they’re dry. But it just rained yesterday, so I think they’ll be fine.”

Your eyelids were still heavy with sleep as you shrugged and planted a kiss to Mike’s neck. “Depends if I fall back asleep or not.”

“We’ll watch the sunrise,” he added with a sultry tone, trying to entice you to wake up and help him. He tugged you onto his lap, and you laughed at his puppy dog eyes. “Pleaseeee?”

“Fine,” you sighed out, faking exasperation as you booped his nose with your pointer finger. “But only cause I wanna watch the sunrise. Not because I actually wanna help you.”

Mike rolled his eyes and tried to undo himself from your now entangled bodies, your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms on his shoulders, messing with the kinkier curls that laid on his neck. His hands lay at the curve of your lower back, his finger tips barely grazing the top of your ass. He tried to push you off of him again, but when you grasped onto him tighter, he chuckled, standing up with still in his grasp. His hands were now on your ass cheeks, squeezing as you laughed, leaving kisses on his cheekbones as he smiled back at you. It all felt so domestic. The waking up together, the tending to the animals. This entire weekend had given you a taste of what living with Mike was going to be like, and you wanted to hold onto it as long as you possibly could. You guys had made it to the kitchen, Mike setting you down onto the cold tile as you whined softly, making grabby hands as he went to the fridge to take out some eggs for you guys to have for breakfast.

“We’ll cuddle after breakfast and we do some work outside,” Mike explained as he ran a hand over your shoulder and down your arm. His humongous hand found your tiny one, running his thumbnail softly down the lines on your palm. “We’ll eat, feed the animals, watch the sunrise-“

You groaned with a pout. “So much stuff before cuddling.” He grinned at your need behavior, finding it endearing because he had never seen you act this way before. “Why can’t we just feed the animals a little later?”

“Because they need to be fed at roughly the same time everyday,” he said matter of factly, pulling away to actually get the eggs out of the fridge. “They live on a schedule, (Y/N). Now, go sit at the table while I get your eggs.”

He planted a kiss on your lips, nibbling on them slightly when you refused to kiss back for a split second out of brattiness. You laughed, your lips still pressed against his as you kissed back. Mike pulled away first, sending you a wink and nodding towards the small little breakfast table that sat by the big window. The window looked out on the farm, and with the dim moonlight, you could only see the chickens and ducks because their coops were right outside the window. You turned slightly, looking at the wall beside the window and noticed all of the baby pictures of Mike and what looked to be his parents. There were ones with him sitting in a little bassinet, a big smile on his once chubby cheeks. You looked back over at him, once again relishing in the domesticity of that weekend, and looked at his face. His face had thinned out since then, obviously, forming a beautiful jawline and high and prominent cheek bones. His smile added to the beauty of the moment as he looked over you for a split second with a smile.

“You’re burning holes into the side of my face, Love,” he joked with a smile, diverting his eyes back to the task at hand and flipping over the egg in the pan. It sizzled, and he looked back over at you. “If you’re gonna stare, at least try to hide it.”

“I don’t have to hide it anymore,” you giggled back. “You’re mine and I can stare all I want.”

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head, putting on one of those “hmm I guess you’re right” faces where he rose his eyebrows and thinned out his lips. You rolled your eyes playfully, causing him to smile and bring his attention back to breakfast. He played the egg, bringing it to the table and setting it down in front of you. He punctuated his movements with a kiss to your temple. You got up and raced to grab the forks and cups, laughing when he got pouty.

“I want to do everything,” he whined with his bottom lip sticking out. “You were supposed to sit there and look pretty.” You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before you gently smacked his ass, causing him to jolt forward.

“Make your breakfast,” you said as you went to the fridge and grabbed the apple juice. “I can handle getting utensils and pouring you a drink.” Mike shrugged, cracking his egg onto the skillet and chucking the shell into the garbage can.

“You can do anything and still look pretty anyways,” he flirted, smiling as your cheeks tinted red and you dropped your head to the floor. You picked up the glasses of juice, taking them over to the table. The egg was still a little warm, and you shoveled a forkful into your mouth.

You continued to stare outside and watch as more came into view, the sun coming up slowly over the horizon. You dropped your fork softly as you watched it come up, placing your hand onto the table. Mike sat down across from you, reaching across and taking your hand in his. He squeezed it tight, cutting some of his egg with the side of his fork and shoving it in his mouth as he watched your face take in the sunrise.

“Have you never watched the sunrise?” he asked in disbelief, scrunching his eyebrows together as you shrugged, not taking your eyes off of orange, pink, and purple tinted sky. “Come on. Let’s go watch it in the truck.”

He pulled you out of your seat, abandoning your dishes on the table as you both ran out barefoot to his old truck. Mike had grabbed the keys on the way out and started it immediately. You took off through the dirt roads that weaved through the farm before ending up in the big meadow clearing at the edge of the property right by the small lake that some of the quarry ran off into. He parked the truck, grabbing your waist and pulling you out into the bed of the truck. There were always a few blankets back there, so you wrapped yourself in one after he lifted you up. Mike climbed in beside you, snuggling up beside you with his own blanket around his shoulders.

The sky filled up with an orange glow, the pinks and purples slowly fading away as orange and blue started to take over. You leaned your head on Mike’s shoulder, feeling a gentle pair of lips in the crown of your head as you did so. You tucked your legs under yourself, wrapping the blanket further around you as you shivered from the cold morning air. The oranges started to fade as well, joining pink and purple in hibernation as the big, yellow sun settled into a spot high above you. The blue sky around it illuminated itself, clouds slowly moving as you continued to snuggle into Mike. You could feel your eyes becoming droopy after a while of just staring at the sun’s reflection off of the lake. Mike noticed and nudged you slightly, peppering your head with kisses.

“Okay, Princess,” he mumbled softly when you didn’t respond. He dragged himself out of the bed of the truck, going around to the side you were closest too and lifting you out with ease. You started to stir in his arms during the short walk to your side of the car.

“Can we do this everyday forever, Mikey?” you asked innocently, your tired voice making Mike melt. He smiled, using the hand he has underneath your knees to open the car door and slip you in.

“Anything you want, Baby,” he whispered back, kissing you softly on the lips, getting a small pucker back. “I will watch as many sunrises and sunsets as long as I’m with you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting at him as you brought your hand up to cradle his cheek. “Then I guess we’ll try to catch them each day.”

[inkyturtle]

Oh ho ho. Questions like this are my life’s blood. Also, thank you for the friendly words!

Michelangelo.

Again, like with everything, I have to preface this by saying my knowledge comes mostly from the 80s cartoon, the movies, and the 2k12 series. I know next to nothing about 2k3 and IDW (and Archie, though that’s rarely brought up), and my knowledge of the mirage comics is minuscule, as I’ve only read about 1/6th of it.

Also, this is going to be extremely long. Sorry in advance.

With that in mind, here I go.

Like with every character, Michelangelo’s personality varies from iteration to iteration. This makes sense, since a lot of the times different writers are involved. The common traits most versions of Mike share are an amazing sense of humor, a playful nature, an affectionate personality, and a great deal of hidden potential in ninjitsu and combat. If these traits aren’t all present in some way, I believe it is not really Mike, at least not as we know him.

A big change I see from series to series is his level of innocence. While Mikey is often depicted as childish in one way or another, his naivety varies from version to version. Sometimes he’s overly trusting to a fault, sometimes he’s too innocent to understand the darker side of life at all, and other times he’s incredibly worldly. I feel if you can make any of these work within the context of its respected series, they’re all fine.

I personally prefer to see him as a trusting individual that tries to see the good in everyone. I don’t see him as naturally gullible, but definitely not immune to being fooled. He doesn’t want to think there’s evil in this world, but he’s not so blinded by optimism that he thinks it doesn’t exist. Basically optimistic, but not oblivious. I see Mike as someone with a great deal of insight. He can usually read moods and emotions pretty well and is perfectly capable of telling when something is wrong. It’s one of his super powers, and comes with his keen inherent instincts. I can buy that he’s not even aware that he has a gift like that; it’s so natural to him that he doesn’t notice it’s unique.

I’ve also seen how flirty he is vary from story to story too. Some don’t touch on this side of him at all, others play it up like it’s like, a third of his personality. I won’t lie, I do love a flirty Michelangelo. I think it makes sense, given how naturally playful he is. However I’d never put it as a big part of what he is either. Just something he’s naturally good at should he choose to do so. I don’t see him as pervy, but more playful (this is probably the thing that bugged me most about his 2k14 iteration. I feel like they went overboard. That and the design).

Another key trait of every Michelangelo is how they deal with stress, or rather the stress of those around them. When it pertains to him in particular, nearly every Mike I’ve seen tends to panic to themselves (vocally in the two animated series I’ve seen), then sort out the solution for themselves. Whether they want to prove they don’t need help, don’t want to burden anyone else, or just plain don’t want to get yelled at, Mikey will always try to solve a problem on his own first. He isn’t dumb enough not to know when he’s in over his head, though. He’s not afraid to call for help if he knows it’s not something he can do alone.

He doesn’t deal well with serious topics. Especially when it comes to discussing them. His solution seems to be to ignore them or try to focus on something fun instead. My favorite Mikey scene in any medium is the one where he and Donatello are waiting for the pizza delivery man in the original movie. This short scene spoke volumes to me about Mikey, and seeing it years later is what sort of made me view him in a different light:

Donatello: Nice night.

Michelangelo: Mm-hm. Pizza dude's got thirty seconds.

Donatello: Mm-hm. Hey Mikey, did you ever think about what Splinter said tonight? I mean about what it would be like... You know, not having him?

Michelangelo: Hmm... Time's up, three bucks off!

At a glance it may seem like he’s just being an oblivious fool, and...well he is, but intentionally so. He doesn’t want to think about the harsher aspects of reality, and so he actively chooses to ignore or not think about them.

Compare (or contrast) this to his time at Casey’s grandma’s in the Mirage comics. What Mike does there tends to vary most from version to version, I’ve seen. However while in most he’s doing fun stuff to get his mind off of it, in the mirage comic he spent most of his time in the barn with a punching bag, which surprised me. He apparently didn’t talk much either during that. Again depending on which series we focus on, any of these methods makes sense. Feeding chicken, doing farm work, watching TV, holing yourself up. Depends on the Mikey. It does further cement to me that he’s the sort of person who wants to avoid the troubles of life, but no matter what they’re gonna catch up eventually. I’d like more things that focus on this. In an ideal world, Mikey would deal with his problems both ways. Hole up for a while, then accept the problem at hand and find busywork to keep himself distracted.

With other people, Mike takes a similar approach. He will play the clown and crack as many jokes as possible to get people’s minds off their troubles. Hell, maybe sometimes he’s hoping to be the sponge or lightning rod for their woes. Pick on him, get mad at him so they don’t have to deal with their own pain either. Of course he’d prefer it if he could lift their moods instead, but he’ll take what he can get. As long as they aren’t sad anymore. Like I said before, though, I don’t think he’s blind to their pain, and he can tell when he’s not helping. That’s when he’ll either go into a more affectionate mode or leave them be to sort it out themselves, if that’s what they need.

There’s also this trend of some people thinking Mikey’s just some idiot. Certain versions of him can be absent-minded and have a short attention span, but to call him an idiot really does him a disservice. He’s not wise in the same way Donatello and Leonardo are, but he’s very smart in his own right, albeit unconventionally. He’s surprisingly observant in matters of feeling, and when he’s focused on something he’s very capable of pulling off amazing feats that would surprise anyone. While I feel like this isn’t focused on at all in the 87 series (unless used for a joke), and in the movies and comics it seems like more of a given, I like seeing him evolve into such a skilled person in 2012. We see him with this natural gift that he slowly becomes more capable of tapping into consciously, and are left impressed when he does. To a point that, by the end of season 4, he’s arguably a more capable ninja than both Donatello and Raphael.

Which leads me to my last point: combat.

In every version I’ve seen, Mikey is usually depicted as a naturally skilled warrior. In some versions he’s on par with his brothers, in others he isn’t. I often bring up that of the four weapons they use, I’ve heard the nunchaku are the most difficult to master. That in and of itself says mountains about his skill, since he’s more than capable of using them properly in every series he’s in. It’s an early sign that he’s an individual who with infinite potential. He really does seem like the sort who could do almost anything, if he didn’t hold himself back.

But boy, does he seem to love holding himself back. It’s sort of in his nature to do so. I do think he’s the type who likes who he is as a person, and changing that is a scary prospect. I’m not saying he consciously holds himself back, but I honestly think he does most times.

With all that said, a part of me feels that if he truly applied himself with enough time, patience, and focus, he could very likely be on par with Leo in combat skill and ninjitsu training (in the right circumstances, he could even potentially surpass him).

TL;DR: What is Michelangelo to me? A playful, affectionate jokester with a huge heart and endless potential. He cares deeply for the people around him, wants to see the good in everyone, and has a hard time facing the darker side of life. He is still capable of standing up to a challenge, though, and should he do so he will surprise those around him with what he can accomplish.

To me, that is Michelangelo.