#thank u raph for keeping it real

[theroseeatsribs]

silly comic

[xtreklx]

Nightmares ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Scenario: bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: SFW, angst + fluff

A/N: hey guys :3 thank u AGAIN for all of the love on my latest writing! it's so kind and also motivating for me, so keep an eye out for more! I just started a new job but I have a bunch of WIPs so it's rlly hard not to just sit and daydream during my shifts 🤭 but anyslay here's a little self-indulgent scenario for how the turtles would react to their partner having a nightmare. I thought of this after having a nightmare teehee. enjoy!!

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~ Leonardo ~

"Y/N? Wake up for me, princess."

You sat up with a start, your chest puffing up and down as heavy breaths left your body. At first, you could barely see what was around you, reality blending together with the horrifying dream you were in mere moments ago. But you came back to your senses as you looked around your bedroom and made eye contact with your boyfriend, who was sitting up next to you on your bed. He was watching you with worry on his face, ready to spring into action. It made your heart swell to see.

"Are you alright?" Leonardo asked you, his blue eyes boring into yours, and you nodded as your face scrunched up with incoming tears, letting your feelings of both fear and relief consume you. He wrapped his strong arms around you gently, pulling you into his lap and holding you against his plastron. You took deep, even breaths, trying to calm yourself down and keep the tears in, and he began to slowly rock you from side to side.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He softly inquired as his hand began to brush smooth strokes down the back of your head. You sighed into the movement, your eyes closing softly. "I don't think I really need to. It wasn't real; my anxiety is just getting the better of me, that's all."

You let out another sigh, the breath quivering slightly, before opening your eyes and looking up at your maskless boyfriend. His gaze was soft, his ocean irises etched with concern but understanding. He didn't say anything, but nodded at you, keeping you in his embrace. You reached your hand up to his cheek, stroking it softly.

"I'm just really scared of losing you. I don't know what I'd do," you whispered, voice cracking and fear taking over. You had unconsciously let go of the tears and allowed them to prick the corners of your eyes again. Leo's gaze hardened with a determination, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hand moved to cup the underside of your chin, gesturing to look him in the eyes.

"I swear on my honor, princess: you will never have to find out."

~ Raphael ~

You yelped as you woke, your body giving a shake. You pushed yourself up slightly onto your elbows, frantic, and breathing heavily. The frightening nightmare was still in your system, but as you looked around, your mind slowly crept back to the real world. You were in your boyfriend's bedroom, the red covers of the bed you were on and the knitting table in the corner being a dead giveaway. As your mind relaxed, realizing that it had all just been a dream, you closed your eyes for a minute, breathing in and back out a deep sigh of relief.

You returned to reality through taking deep breaths, and you slowly reconnected with your senses; particularly, your hearing. In the background of your momentary freakout had been Raph's low snores, and they came back to you now, growing louder in your brain as you grew more aware of them. You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Obviously, nothing had disturbed your 'sleep-like-the-dead' boyfriend.

You slowly opened your eyes back up to look down at the source of the sound beside you. Raphael slept on his stomach to your right, his arms bent upwards at his sides and his head turned in your direction. Normally, when you slept next to each other, he liked having you pressed up against his side as he slept on his stomach, so that you were partly under his massive shell. He liked to say that this was because in any emergency you would be protected, but you knew that was just masquerading his desire to be as close to you as he could be. He was not very communicative at times, sure, but as your relationship grew, you learned how to read his silent admittances of love and desire.

In all of your nightmare commotion, you had moved away from him, so you scooted closer to his side now, laying on your side to face him. You peered up at his sleeping face from your position, maskless and truly at peace, despite the angry snoring implying otherwise. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at him, glad to know that he was getting some much needed sleep.

Suddenly, movement shocked you as Raph re-adjusted in his sleep, and his massive arm was thrown over your waist, tightening and pulling you impossibly closer. You didn't make a sound, hoping not to disturb his slumber, but his snores continued as he held you close.

You smiled to yourself again and focused on the sound of Raph's snores to lull you back to sleep, knowing that you were safe from all harm with him by your side.

~ Donatello ~

You gasped as you woke up, shivers still shaking your body. You came to your senses quickly, realizing that none of it had been real, that it all had been a dream. But it didn't stop the feelings of fear and pain from bubbling into reality with you. And it didn't help that the one person you needed most wasn't by your side, where they were supposed to be.

You sighed out of frustration as you got out of your boyfriend's bed, tears stinging and threatening to spill. You slowly stood up and made your way out of his bedroom towards his lab space. And there Donatello was, hunched in his desk chair, typing furiously away on his computer and glaring at the much-too-bright screens through his tortoise-shell glasses.

"Donnie," you called out to him, voice cracking as you rubbed your eyes, not as accustomed to the brightness as his were. The sound caught his attention immediately as he turned toward you, eye ridges furrowed. "What is it, dove?" You glared at him, frustrated, the sting at the corner of your eyes growing stronger.

"You're not in bed," you stated simply, sounding almost insulted. Despite your tone, Donnie could see the wear that sleep was having on you, and smiled at you softly. "I just need about twenty--"

"I had a nightmare." Your voice cracked again, and the tears did what tears do best. The smile fell off of Don's face as he opened his arms for you, and you stumbled into them as sobs raked your body. He lifted you slightly so that your legs straddled his lap as you cried into his collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his neck and burrowed your face further into his skin. He stroked your back, shushing you softly and whispering comforts into your ear. "It's alright, dove. You're here with me now, I have you."

Your sobs grew softer as he continued to pet you, softly rocking himself and you from side to side. You stayed like that for a few minutes more, and he smiled to himself again as your breathing continued to even, happy to see that you were starting to feel better. "Listen, let me finish up here and then I'll take us back to bed, okay? Does that sound like a good plan?"

You didn't answer, and as Donnie pulled you away from his chest, he saw that you had already cried yourself back to sleep. He chuckled to himself before replacing you, leaning forward to his computer to save his work before standing up from his desk chair, your form still wrapped around him.

~ Michelangelo ~

Michelangelo awoke with a groan, turning from his side to lay on his shell and rubbing his hands over his eyes. Something had just hit him in the face, causing him to wake up. He rolled back over to his side, deciding that it was nothing serious and about to go back to sleep, when the same small thing hit him on the plastron. Two more times.

He opened his eyes to see you thrashing around next to him in his bed, your face scrunched up as you mumbled incoherently. He stared at you for a moment as his groggy brain tried to process what was going on. You had to be sleeping, right? Is it a dream? He sat up on his side of the bed and was dumbstruck for a moment, unsure of what to do. What if he tried to wake you up and it didn't work? Would that make it worse? Or what if he woke you up and you got mad? That would definitely make it worse.

Mikey decided he had to find out, as your thrashing got more violent while he watched. He reached his large hand through your waving fists to reach your shoulder, softly trying to shake you awake. "Angelcakes? Wake up, babygirl," he spoke to you softly. It took a moment of shaking your shoulder, but you startled awake with a yelp, eyes wide and flickering around his bedroom before landing on him.

You sat up slightly so that you were leaning on your elbows, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow," you sighed out. "What a brutal nightmare. I haven't had a dream like that in ages." Your voice cracked as you spoke, partially from sleep and partially from the terrorizing images that wouldn't quite leave your brain yet.

Mikey's brow ridges furrowed for a moment. Out of all the turtle brothers, he was the one who went through nightmares the most often, and he knew exactly how you must be feeling. He watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, and it pained him to see you upset.

His large hands went to cradle your face, tough thumbs softly stroking the apples of your cheeks. "Hey, I'm here with you, angel. Nobody else, just me. No tears. Please?" He smiled at you softly as he whispered to you, before his face lit up. "Hey! Whaddya say we go get a midnight snack to get your mind off of it? Food is always good for clearing the mind~"

You couldn't help but chuckle, matching Mikey's dopey grin with one of your own. You cherished him so much; he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. "Let's do it," you responded to him. He got out of his bed and offered you his hand, guiding you into the kitchen and making you laugh at his jokes all the way. By the time you were chewing on a cold slice of pizza, you had forgotten what the dream was even about, all your focus on the sunshine boy in front of you.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

IN HIS DEFENCE YOUR HONOR, HE IS JUST A SILLY BOY

I'll just drop a little art here, keep doing what you're doing, you're doing amazing! You write so well and I can only imagine the effort it takes to pull out these chapters, so please take care of yourself too!! I've already absolutely word-vomited how much I love your work and hyukin I'll do it again-

The way that all of the brothers react to Leo is just so believable and heart-wrenching and oh my goodness poor Raph give the poor boy a break- The recovery arc that hopefully will come is gonna be a long journey (Probably more Dr. Delicate touch than Dr. Feelings slapping some of that self-sacrifice out of Leo-). Also, the sibling sense needed to make both of the climatic scenes in your fics during the Thanksgiving parade is just great, I swear it's like that sometimes though.

At the start of chapter 22 he isn't Void he's Leo. He is coping with these events as Leo. Only when he realizes that it's all real does he slip back into the Void mask. We as readers can see the literal struggle between Leo and Void through his ninpo, as it seems like (correct me if I'm wrong, or don't lol) it burns the krang infection, it seems like the only thing that can actually hurt the infection. Leo is extremely damage-resistant to the point that even nonconsensual amputation isn't really an issue to him but ninpo seems like the only thing that can genuinely hurt him. Even if I'm completely off with this whole rant, it's so cool to see how the story unfolds, trying to figure out the limits of your universe is an amazing experience.

Every time you update I feel so glad that I can see the story unfold in real time. I can't wait for the next update, but don't feel like you need to push yourself for this fic, you're doing great, especially with the quality of what you write! Maybe it's a little repetitive at this point, but really I find it absolutely unbelievable what you are able to do and I admire your ability to write such convincing narratives.

Anyways, please take the silly boi :D

THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!! it makes me so so so happy to hear that you're enjoying both perspectives, because it's very fun to write and i love to explore what everyone might be feeling ;w; and i'm having a LOT of fun exploring Ninpo. I'm a little sad we didn't get more of since the show ended right after the Shredder fight, but I like to think that there's nothing like it-- something unique just for them 🩵

AND THANK U FOR THE FANART AHHH 🩵😭💞💘💗‼️

[redstringraven]

TMNT’s 40th anniversary ask game ~ May I ask for number 22) , 26) and 35) ? Lots of love <3

TuT!!!! THANK u, cherry. loves of love to you, too 💜✨

(please excuse that this ask is visually a bit more of a mess. i wrote too much again for tumblr to be chill with my usual formatting. why am i like this.)

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

22.) what is your favorite kind of pizza?

terrible news, everyone: i'm a pro-pineapple bitch. you may block and unfollow me now; i forgive you for being incorrect (/lh). i tend to be pescatarian if i can help it (i'm flexible due to money, and also i hate inconveniencing others especially if i'm a guest), so i prefer pizza without meats. i'm happy to eat any kind of veggie combination with the exception of banana peppers. never liked those for some reason. i also really like mushroom and eggs as pizza toppings. i'm kind of just an egg fiend in general; i love the taste of a well-made egg.

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

these things keep asking for one, but i'm gonna continue responding with however many i feel like. because it's not my dad. the scarf, by @hamsterandturtlesoup weakness is a sickness and a virtue, by @tatortart various candid illustrations by richard chen vis dev by kellan jett

35.) which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

...since we're both OC people, i'm gonna take this as an opportunity to gush about canon and OC relationships: two of my favorite brotps. because they're character relationships i adore writing with all my heart and soul.

mikey, gwyn & ash i mentioned previously that @plantdonutwrites (jenn) writes for mikey in our RPs, so i consulted her for mikey's perspective on this brot3. i will paraphrase her answer in this paragraph:

"all his life, mikey's been used to only having his bros as company; they're family in a way that puts the rest of us to shame. but as they grew older they met all sorts of people, some became an extension of that family. raph has casey or maybe angel when he wants to dip for a bit. don has leatherhead or the professor (bree, too), and leo has usagi even if he's not 'as regular' (and min-ji, too). his brothers have their separate circles of friends, but, against all odds, mikey doesn't seem to have that (at least not until cassia shoved her foot in the loneliness door). then he bonded with gwyn and ash... but then they left. he realized that it wasn't just that they didn't treat him like 'the annoying brother who tags along' but because they'd actually become friends, and they were friends who didn't humor him. they liked the comics he talked about, they love klunk, and they're interested in his art and ideas. it meant a lot to him to have that--to know what it was like--and when they weren't around, he really felt the difference. in an odd way they helped him become a more empathetic person, too."

it's harder to answer in ash's perspective because she has a lot less agency than gwyn and, because gwyn's paranoid/won't let ash out of her own hands much less her line of sight, ash doesn't get a lot of one-on-one time with mikey. she's interacted with him a LOT more than she's interacted with most people--which absofuckinglutely means something--but since she does consider herself 'dead' and is at peace with the possibility she'll be a literal shapeshifting weapon for the rest of her sentience, i think a lot of his meaning to her (right now) is very rooted in what he means for gwyn. THAT being said.

mikey is gwyn's first real friend. like. ever. in all the time she's been alive. very much in the same way that the brothers only had each other for most of their lives, gwyn only ever had ash. her community considered her a parasite and an omen, so she was essentially outcast. gwyn grew up feeling she wasn't wanted, had to earn any love she received, and when ash died and became trapped in the weapon, all that transpired and followed afterward re-enforced that. i haven't talked about darach a lot--deliberately--but know that he's a masterful manipulator in more ways than one. if ch'rell was brute force and intimidation, darach is more like the pot you put a frog in and slowly turn up the heat. you don't realize you're being boiled alive until it's too late. thanks to his influence, gwyn's been tricked, back-stabbed, cornered, and watched people suffer 'because of her' countless times. when i said she was paranoid, i wasn't really being hyperbolic. she has SEVERE trust issues. ...then came mikey. someone who, unknowingly, had already given them a taste of his character.

gwyn and ash had heard of mikey's rematch with kluh during their travels--that the match was made mortal, that mikey had not only won but had spared kluh's life when he had every reason not to. darach wouldn't approach someone like him, they figured. and as time passed, mikey continued to not just be open and kind with them, but again and again he's emphasized to gwyn that they just... CARE. to quote him "we don't keep you guys around for any benefits other than being able to know you". which, in so many ways, is unheard of for gwyn. she still struggles to believe him sometimes, but she trusts him. mikey is her first and best friend, he's someone she admires, and he's proven time and time again that ash isn't the only person capable of loving her, and that she's worthy of that love by just being herself. i had to spend a lot of this answer on exposition because OC, but... i earnestly can't emphasize enough how much mikey's come to mean to gwyn. he asked her not to leave again without them, and she promised she wouldn't. that promise to him has kept her from running away and isolating. even though she's terrified--for herself, for ash, for them--she trusts him. writing them makes me so happy. it's been such a delight to see their relationship evolve and the influences they've had on each other and their worldviews. i love this brot3 so goshdang much.

min-ji & raph min-ji belongs to jenn and, oh my god, i love her relationship with raph so, SO much. when we rp, jenn's obviously writing for min, and i write for raph.

again! consulted jenn! her answer paraphrased below:

"raph's pretty much the first assertive person in her life that had her back early on? her home life is complex; her family DOES love her but sometimes that love can veer controlling and toxic (responsibilities/obligations). raph was a type of personality she'd never been around before, and he cared about her well-being in a way that was unconditional. hanging out with him more helped her become more assertive and in touch with parts of herself she was forced to suppress to be more palatable to her family. she's found that being angry about something that happened to her, or something that was said to her, doesn't make her bad or a burden. raph doesn't expect her to shy away from her flaws or nuances. he lets her be a person."

as for raph's end, it's kind of hard to put into words. but i love that min-ji has become one of the very few people he will allow himself moments of vulnerability around. like. instead of it just happening, he makes the choice to let a wall or six down. they've created a mutual safe space between each other.

i think this has cultivated from a lot of things. min was much more timid when they met--raph even made a bit of a point, initially, to not interact with her so much because she was skittish and on-edge thanks to surrounding events. but through the events of our writing, he's watched her grow in self-confidence, be more open, and allow herself to 'take up' more space. she's also survived two major threats to her life, now, both of which have scarred her physically and emotionally, yet she persists and continues to extend kindness to people who, in his opinion, don't deserve it. but that's HER business (while he makes his feelings known, he stays out of it unless she signals him otherwise). she may not be a fighter in a literal sense, but he sees her as an equal. like, he's still protective of her in dangerous situations since she's not trained to fight--obviously--but... i dunno, i guess it's more like "i've been through shit; you've been through shit; if i say things look bad right now, you won't like it but you also won't give up". he doesn't feel a pull to coddle her if things are looking grim, i guess is what i'm trying to say?; he'll shoot straight with her because he knows she IS a fighter. even if she doesn't fight. does THAT make sense?

like i said, it's hard to put into words. but i think it's a combination of min-ji's emotional strength and kindness as a person, as well as the fact she's not an immediate family member, that make it easier for him to let those barriers down around her and have severely needed moments of vulnerability where he doesn't dismiss pain or fear or anything else he might be feeling. he knows min would never lash out at him, physically, emotionally, or however else. min-ji is kind, and she's strong, and she's safe. he trusts her, values and respects her judgment and input. much in the same way his presence lets her feel like a person, she's extended that grace to him. just in a different way. i love getting to write interactions between them. there's always something warm and comforting in their exchanges, light-hearted or more melancholic. it's nice. the love is very much there.

[edmunderson]

heyooo #25, #29, and #31 for the sims story ask!! also sending encouragement for you to start your story, whichever you decide on! :D :) :)

heey! :)

25) what inspirations have you drawn on for your story?

oh this is kinda tough since depending on which story it can be kind of all over the place.

for the judith ward vignettes i've been doing are pretty heavily inspired by death becomes her and the picture of dorian gray. the inspiration for my normie sims come from a VN i played where i became invested in a side character who raph is partly based on. the ravenwood story i wanna do takes some inspiration from mike flanagan's various miniseries and the addams family surprisingly (the 90s movies, not netflix's inconsistent Wednesday fanfic). my veronaville/windenburg story is inspired by the killers song dustland fairytale and its music video (as well as mr. brightside and miss atomic bomb)

29) what would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.)

hm... if we're going off of MPA ratings, probably an R rating? definitely not for kids anyway lol

31) drop some random trivia about your story

in my ravenwood story the only time you ever see olive's sister willow alive is in memories/flashbacks

judith ward wants true, genuine love, but she will always choose fame and perceived perfection over it

if sunny (strangerville mystery story) hadn't emerged from his pod prematurely he would've turned out more like his siblings :^)

all of my stories are in a weird paradox where they both do and do not exist in the same universe/timeline. they might get mentioned as real events or as movies/tv shows. but boston exists in all of them, even if he's not important to the story at hand and is just in the background, which makes it even more confusing lol

sadfghj thank u for the ask and the encouragement <3

i'll keep the judith ward story as vignettes, and i think i'll probably start focusing on either ravenwood or strangerville. oh or maybe the veronaville time shenanigans one. i've been meaning to start that for so long now

[inutaffy]

NOW FOR THE OTHER TAG. "why are they in space" lmao lemme tell u why

OKAY SO! end of season 3 right, all is well, then some alien dinosaur shows up (he's a tricerton. im not spelling it right but idc) and he beats up the mutanimals (ninja turtles friends) and so raph goes after him, tames him ig??? and then dino dude is all "there are KRAANG ON YOUR PLANET" and the turtles are like "lol we got rid of them like 15 episodes ago keep up" but decide the humor dino man anyways EVEN THOUGH HE BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA THEIR FRIENDS??? LIKE OKAY UH SURE ANYWAYS WE'RE GONNA GLOSS OVER THAT- hey btw where did u say the kraang were again??? not that we're worried but yk just in case.....okay yeah can u take us there okay yeah cool thanks

so dino man takes them to where the kraang are hiding out (i think t was the technodrome?? idk its been like a week since i finished s3 but im pretty sure they were in the technodrome. ANYWAYS) dino man takes them there, they beat up some kraang, if u listen closely you'll hear me yelling over leo's fighting style. i just think he's neat, and then they find out that the kraang are doing smth or another at the statue of liberty, so THEN dino dude is like "WE GOTTA DESTROY THE BEACON." so the turtles are like ok CHILL we're doing that rn, cue more fighting with the kraang (WHO ARE ALL TERRIFIED BY DINO DUDE BTW. BC HIS SPECIES IS LIKE THE SWORN ENEMY OF THE KRAANG. THEY ARE NOT BESTIES)

then plot twist, after the kraang retreat, the dino dude is like "i also have to destroy your planet now bc u humans suck ass and also there are kraang everywhere lol there's nothing u can do to stop this" and the turtles (raph specifically, THAT WAS HIS DINO PAL MAN) are like hey wait lets talk this over we JUST saved this fucking planet wdym you're gonna blow us up and then dino dude is like oh im not blowing u up we're just gonna activate a black hole and get rid of this whole galaxy.

the turtles do not like this

so raph is EPIC and destroys the beacon (but not before it signals the rest of the dino army but they don't know that until the next episode rip) oh and also dino dude falls off the statue of liberty and dies

next ep!! the kraang have reassembled and are loading up the technodrome, the turtles gear up to take them down again, then the rest of the dino dude army shows up, shit goes south real quick, mikey gets captured and the others almost get vaporized and leo gets to fly a spaceship again, they rescue mikey piss of the dino general dude meet this AWESOME KRAANG GUY WHO I LOVE his name is agent bishop and i love him, and then they gather all their friends for an epic season finale boss fight to stop the dino dudes from black hole-ing the planet (they get shredder involved too. it's awful. i hate him)

so they're all fighting and stuff, trying to stop the dino army for setting up the black hole thing, AND THEY ALMOST WIN. BUT LIKE I SAID. THEY ENLISTED THE FUCKING SHREDDER. AKA "I HAVE NEVER LET ANYTHING GO EVER. I STUBBED MY TOE ONCE AND NOW I HAVE A PERSONAL BEEF WITH FUNITURE." so shredder does what shredder does best and LITERALLY stabs splinter in the back while he was going to shut off the black hole portal thing. like the bitch he is. and the turtles are like "WHAT THE FUCK." and then the portal is activated and the earth is sucked into a black hole and the turtles are just SITTING THERE holding their dead dad as the world is ending but at the last second a SHIP shows up and this robot (FUGITOID. I LOVE HIM. i know he does something in this season that pisses the turtles off but i forgot what it is) shows up and is like "COME IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE"

and so they do and fugitoid zooms them away to the relative safety of space and does some time rewind thing that sets them 6 months in the past so that they can now find the black hole portal parts which are scattered across the galaxies before the dino army does and stop them from destroying the earth again and THAT. THAT MY LOVE. is why they are in space.

no. everyone needs to read this. what the fuck

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

[@distinguished-turtle-enjoyer ]

idk anything about ur au [im gonna look at it tomorrow 👍] but hes some asks in the mean time

🏒 Does Casey play hockey?

🦸 Is Casey a vigilante?👤 Are there any oc’s in your au?

💚 Are there other turtles in your au?

🥷 Is there a Timothy in your au?

🪰 Is there a Baxter stockman in your au?

🤖 Does your Donnie have a robot child?

🫵 Who do you project onto the most?

🩹 Who is the Medic?

thank u for the ask!

nope! casey plays roller derby, but their older brother played hockey all through hs and college, so theyve got his old stuff

sort of! my version of Casey isn’t as morally rigid as other versions (im comparing them to 2012 casey since thats who they’re inspired by), but likes to roam the streets at night on the weekends for funzies. he’ll help people out if they need it

yes! While I cant say they’ll play major roles, there are gonna be a few original characters, just to flesh out the world a little.

no 😔 for one, I haven’t gotten my crooked little grabbers on any IDW comics (or other comics where venus, jennika, lita, etc appear)

perhaps……..but i will not be doing him dirty like in 2012

yes! not sure if I’ll go the Stockfly route, but he will get bullied mercilessly by stupid teenagers

unfortunately he’s too busy keeping the lair running and experiencing Eldest Daughter Syndrome (he brought this on himself) to really work on his other projects

eheheheheheheheheheheeeh well since they’re my creations, they all kinda relate to an aspect of myself (i.e i project onto all of them a lot bc they’re actually just me in a turtle suit with one characteristic tuned all the way up). however I’ve always projected onto 2012 raph and casey the most, and that definitely bleeds through to these guys.

raph is the medic, donnie is sorta the team’s doctor except he has no real training (it’s fine he’s good at it)

they’re so special to me u dont even know anyway bye!!!!

[ducknotinarow]

[2k12]

It's late. Real late. Yet Casey was still wide awake, even though his mind and body was screaming for rest. He just couldn't seem to stay awake, no matter how much he wanted too. Grabbing his phone, squinting at the bright screen, he groaned as he read the time. He knew it was late, but, Raph was usually up this time. Finding their name on his phone, Case shot a couple of messages their way,

[TXT] Hey; u up? [TXT] Tired but can't sleep [TXT] Windows unlocked if u wanna swing by

He knew he needed to take the damn stuff, but he missed being able to sleep. But he'd rather not deal with Raph lecturing him. Or April lecturing him. Or anyone lecturing him actually...

When there's a tap at the window, Casey manages to lift his head up, tired and lopsided grin on his face. He's so glad he has someone like Raph in his life to look after him.

| Muse Interaction

Raphael, wasn't someone who could sit still for long. Meditation was his weakest point when it came to a lot of their training from Splinter. Being made to just sit with his eyes closed and think but not think? How do you just sit doing nothing and not think? Empty his head of thought? Sure maybe for Mikey that's pretty easy to do. He just couldn't get the hang of it often always hating when his dad would give him the response of 'mediated on this' when he would turn to the rat to talk to here and there. Never worked not for him at least. When he did and could stay still though? was when he could keep his hands busy and his mind focused on something.

Raph took a liking to art, something he could do and sort of zone out when he did. As he had his sketch book propped up against his legs. Shell resting to the wall beside his bed. Using the light from the only light source he kept in his room, his jack-o-lantern. Maybe he should look into better lighting when he drew though. Taking a break to rub at his straining eyes. Or maybe being up so late was doing it more, he hadn't realized how much time just flew by when he started to sketch on the paper. So lost in what he was doing, only clue to it being late was the sound of Savage's resting breath beside his ear. Raph turning to his shoulder looking at the little turtle who stirred awake.

"Aw sorry Sav, didn' mean ta wake you." Hand lifted to idly scratch his nail to their head as he watch them lean in to it closing their eyes as they softly churr. Hand back to his sketch book as he goes to hold up what he was working one for the tiny turtle to look over. "What ya think?"

Raph watched the small turtle slowly open its tried eyes and take a moment to focus their stare to the page. Raph had been working on a clearly sketch of Casey dressed up in his gear when ever they took out to the streets to deal with the 'scum of the streets.' Such a dork.Drawing them out looking a bit more like the grim reaper thanks to Casey's hood and skull painted hockey mask. "Think it looks like 'em?" When Savage stretched out his neck to bite into a corner of the paper, Raph felt that was a yes. As they tore the corner free and started to chew on the bit of paper they took.

Raph's shoulders shook a little as he tried to stifle his laugh, winding up coming out like a snort. As he closed the cover of his book and set it off to rest on the side of the bed. He didn't need Savage eating the whole drawing after all. He grabbed Savage and took him off his shoulder, setting them to rest on a knee pad now as he gently pressed a finger to their jaw to open their mouth and take the paper out of their. "That's not food buddy." He said it softly still trying to scold the turtle but it's hard when they are just so cute when trying to hang their beak clearly upset. "Thinking I could I dunno maybe find a wall up top to paint it on to instead? eh someone might mess it up that way though. Maybe I can get lucky and find a blank canvas paint it for him?" He idly throws out the ideas towards the turtle as if they would be able to offer any insight his way. Giving it to Casey to have just themself would be nice though. When he hears his voice go off suddenly hes take from thought and reaches for it. Not wasting a second, he knew from the tone it was Casey texting him.

Noting the time for the first time "uh awful late for Case to be up still?" well on a school night that is at least.

[TXT] Hey; u up?

[text] Yeah, but why r u?

[Text] ᇂ_ᇂ

[TXT] Tired but can't sleep

oh, it must be cause of those pills he needs. And should be taking. Well, if he can't sleep means Casey is taking them, right? So Raph can't be upset. Though his proud smile weighs down with some sympathy for his boyfriend.

[TXT] Windows unlocked if u wanna swing by

Hmm drop by uh? Sure he can't tell for sure from the text alone but that seemed more like Casey was asking if Raph could drop by. Makes sense why they bothered to see if Raph was awake in the first place. Dork.

[Text] if u wanna see me you can just say that dork

[Text] ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ –

[Text] I'll be there in 10

[Text] ♥(❛ε❛⋆)

Raph slipped his phone back into his belt and looked at Savage with a smile as he got an idea. "Wanna cheer up, dad?" He poses. Sometimes, he swears Savage is more than a simple snapper because he could nearly swear they nodded their little head to say yes.

Grabbing the turtle off his knee to hold close to his plastron as he started to scoot his way off the bed. Raph was sure seeing the little guy might just cheer them up some. Finger tips brush against the wire spine of his beat-up sketch book. Drawing Raph's attention down to it. Thanks to Savge, it was easy to see which page had the drawing he'd been working on was at. There was a small idea forming in the back of his head as he held his eyes on to his sketchbook. Audibly humming to himself as he seemed to be debating over it when a shift shift of weight in his plam brought his attetion down to Savage.

"I mean... s'not all that great an' it no where near done either. Kinda sucks." He shares a look with Savage "nah ya right if I wanna show your Dad than I outta just show it to your Dad." Grabbing at it he made his way out from the lair quickly.

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Raph landed at the familiar window not a second late as he rapped knuckles to the glass. Setting his hand to the glass to peer inside, he didn't want to wake them if they had managed to fall asleep. But he sees Casey head lift and smile at him. Raph gose ahead and slides the window open and climbs on through. "Got a surpise for you." He announces as he lowers the window back down. Slowly turning around to fave Casey to present Younge Savage to them.

"Ta da."

Raph smiles as he hands the little turtle over for Casey to hold not wasting a second as they right away go and start biting the hell out of Casey's fingers. Casey didn't seem to mind, but I guess they will be bandaging that up later. Raph sat down beside Casey and idly bumped his elbow against them. Taking a moment to look over their tried expression. He knew it was the pills still didn't fully settle his worries. He leaned over to press his beak against their lips in a short kiss. Their son was here after all before pulling away, looking back to his sketchbook now. He felt like his heart was drumming against his shell. He knew Casey hated the pills and well everything that came with thier 'cools guy syndrome.' But he was happy they were at least making sure to take care of themself.

"I ah..got two surprises for ya, actually." He brought up opening to the page he needed. "It uh not done or anything so.." He sighs annoyed with himself, so he just shuts his beak and holds the paper over to Casey to see. "Jus' cause ya know I know ya worry and take care if your family all the time. An' ya haven' been all that happy learning about your 'cool guy syndrome' on top of everything else." He stuck to that name in case it made it just a bit easier on Casey to call it that instead. "So I jus' wanted to" him and his inability to literate his words was not what he needed it right now. "Jus' I guess what I'm trying to get at is just."

Noting Casey just staring at him didn't help as he looked away suddenly. "Jus' I wanted to make ya something cause I know it sucks but you said you do it for me so...thanks?" He was pretty sure that wasn't excatly what he meant but just shrugged it off. Looking back to them now.

"What do ya think?" He pauses giving them a chance to tell him. Before he dismissivly looks down to it himself. Be easy to tear it out if they wanted. "Ya can keep the sketch if you like."

[vvatchword]

While you're right--nobody needs a romantic relationship, and some of the 2012 ships are Special--part of the reason they stand out is that, up to this point in TMNT history, the Turtles were almost never the focus of romantic relationships, and when they were, it was kinda unique. There were a handful of instances in Mirage, Image had Mike making out with a bimbo alien, there was Venus' treatment in Next Mutation (SHUDDER), there was Lotus Blossom in '87, there was Raph and Ninjara in Archie TMNT... but in each of these cases (plus 2003, which I haven't watched in its entirety and definitely contains a little somethin-somethin here and there), either it was a one-off episode or only a single Turtle, and it tended to be dumbed down and very mild. Only Raph and Ninjara in Archie TMNT had a full relationship arc, and it was actually extremely sad and interesting and I highly recommend it huhu (oh and there is official porn of it because of course there is)

In any case, there was this sense that Turtles were for BOYS and boys do not like COOTIES thank u very much

So to have 2012 acknowledge romance felt like an acknowledgement of the fanbase, of the fanbase's enormous invisible female/romance-enjoying audience, and all of its love for love affairs, and it was weirdly refreshing. I personally found it fitting: if 2012 is a story about the TMNT growing up, romance is absolutely a part of that for some people. Most people do not keep the romantic relationships they form in their high school years because they are inherently juvenile and kinda fucked up, and they're kinda fucked up because kids are weird and just figuring shit out.

You'll notice that the only relationship that's "Real" is the Raph/Mona Lisa one. I say it's "real" because it's the only one where romance is eagerly exchanged rather than one-sided. Karai uses Leonardo's attraction to manipulate him, Renet is just like "sure whatever ur cute bye", and April... is a can of worms I am not opening here but clearly Don is a no-go.

What's more--and this is Me Speaking Out of My Ass--I suspect it was a way to keep interest higher in the series itself. I noted that when voice actors were asked about romance between characters, they always replied the same way: that they hoped the characters would get together. No extrapolation, just a sentence, not much put behind it, feels a little cynical tbh. But what do I know?

Also, although you're like, "What about the morality of it!" Immoral shit is interesting. That's really all it is. Why not? Any canny creator knows their audience is full of horn-dogs. They know that morality stops nobody from writing or imbibing in smut. Ever. And I assure you that everyone into all the problematic ships already know why they're problematic because somebody somewhere is writing this exact post every other month.

Which is not to put your post down, btw, because fandom does need to be reminded every now and then that, although these things are appealing, they're only appealing in fiction, and outside of fiction they are monstrous and terrifying. But that's why fiction exists, too--so we can have an interesting ride, then safely disembark at the end.

But so goes the ol fandom push-and-pull. It will never end. We are all going to die beaning each other with foam hammers, but our actual causes of death are going to be from old age and embarrassment

Controversial opinion ahead!

Idk what the tmnt 2012 writers were on but like

Not every 15 yr old needs a love interest

‘But some of them r cute’

Are they? Are they really?

Is Donnie being creepy about April cute?

Are Leo and Karai being siblings yet still being shipped cute?

Is the fact that, Mona Lisa’s age wasn’t disclosed so Raph, a 15 yr old, is being shipped with someone who may as well be way older then him, cute too?

You know what would actually be cute?

Realising that 15 yr olds are kids and don’t NEED a love interest, and even if they do have one, do it right. Don’t be weird.

Some of y’all needed a reality check, you’re welcome

[dakotafinely]

heyyy !! i saw ur reqs were open and im literally about to binge everything youve written- and i hope whatever happened you’re okay now !!

im so sorry if you dont take x readers but may i request the rise turtles (separately ofc) with a reader who says the corniest, cheesiest, mind numbingly stupid pick up lines

like they think they’re safe until the reader starts spewing pick up lines at the most random moments

thank you if u decide to write this !!

Poiuhgfghjkjhnbghui hello! Thanks, the thing happened months ago I'm just super slow at responding to things oiujhjolkjh but still thanks! I hope you enjoy your reading binge!

I don't really do a lot of X Reader requests (mostly because I don't get that many) but I assure you I'm never opposed to them! Plus how can I resist such an idea, as a corny cheesy dork myself I must represent all the corny cheesy dorks out there!

== == ==

Leo:

Say what you wish but this man is already a corny cheesy pun master

I mean have you HEARD his puns? He is a man of the corn(y lines)

So he's actually very good at matching your energy most of the time

Heck sometimes he can even guess what you're gonna say before you get to even say it

Tho sometimes, in the moments where he truly doesn't expect it, you can get him red as a tomato

Honestly, why do you think he likes to use cheesy and corny pick up lines? Because he's a romantic little sap who wants someone to match his energy and romance him that's why

He'll cover his face and smile wide when he blushes hard

"Ya can't just catch me off guard like that you know?" He jokes

Bc truly, he adores it that you can keep him on his toes and guessing sometimes

Donnie

Complete opposite of Leo, but are we surprised by this?

Either it goes over his head by taking whatever you said literally (which you find adorkable let's be real)

Or he rolls his eyes and tells you you're a sap

But if you stop? If you stop bc you believe your annoying him or you've had a bad day and don't wanna deal with his reactions?

"Are you okay? What's wrong, you haven't made a pun and you've been here for at least ten minutes."

Worried, he won't show it, but he will pry and make sure your okay

Bc yeah, he doesn't really care for puns or cheesy pick up lines, as their not his thing in the slightest

He still likes that you do them, their your thing, and it's what makes him love you, even if he doesn't admit it

And trust me, he'd probably rather die then admit it

Mikey

Mikey either giggles from them or smiles and rolls his eyes depending on the level of cheesiness

He loves you! And he loves that you love him! And he loves that you express it in a adorkable way!

What more can he say? He'll try and reciprocate it but he's not quite the pun master the way Leo is

Still, if he does and you two get the ball rolling back and forth his heart flutters with joy and that's the thing to keep him smiling for months alone

His favorites are your arty based puns, as they often come with a little doodle or are a left behind sticky note he can keep as a little token of you in his room

Plus their the easiest for him to reciprocate too as an art nerd

Just a lil cheesy doodle with a pun based pick up line and boom! You two are giggling like dorks in love

Tho he's most frequent response is often just a string of giggles and hugging you tightly

Raph

Raph is a very big pun lover as well as pun despiser

While he may laugh and rolls his eyes at everyone else's puns, if he makes one without thinking he just goes :| (contemplates life choices)

Tho in truth if he does get a laugh or giggle out of you with a pun, he'll smile wide

And he loves your puns and cheesy pick up lines so deeply

He is a blushy boy I refuse criticism

While he may roll his eyes and scoff lightly

It's SO obvious that he truly enjoys it from the blush on his face and smile spreading on his beak

He doesn't really ever return the energy you throw at him but he does always accept it and embrace it

He honestly enjoys clever puzzle based pick up lines

Or any pick up line or pun that makes him think for a minute

== == ==

This was cute! Thanks for the ask, I always enjoy 'em! Hope you have a lovely day, afternoon, and goodnight!

[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

Can u do one where the turtles react to their s/o (or y/n) giving them a body massage?

Btw I love your headcanons👍👍👍

Thank you for your request. I'm so glad to hear that you love my headcanons! It really made my day :)

Leo

When you asked him, he said yes

He feels like it's something that is good for bonding

But he doesn't like the idea of the massage itself persee

Not that he minds you touching him, but it's more about the part where he just has to lay there

He also feels a little self conscious

He's super tense

He enjoys it when you massage his neck, shoulders and hands/palms, but he's a little shy about the rest of his body

It wasn't a bad experience, but it's not really his thing

It's a 4/10 for him

Raph

He felt like he wasn't really going to enjoy it

But as soon as you start, he's instantly relaxed

He's also pretty mellow

It's not his favorite thing to do together, but it feels pretty good

He enjoys it more then he thought he would

He will keep poking your sides if he knows your ticklish though, because he has easy access while you're distracted

Overall he'd give it a 6/10 (actually it's more like an 8/10 but he's the king of playing it down)

Donnie

It's not something that he would suggest, but he's okay with it

He's not tense, but his body is just stiff

He knows his fair share about what's going on around his body and he's trying to focus on where you massage and what purpose it has to massage there

He gets kind of bored with it though, because he's usually doing 103 things at once and now he has very little stimulation for his brain

At some point he'll fall asleep

Best sleep he had in a year though

Donnie scores the experience 8,3/10

Mikey

He's the one that suggested it

Loves being touched, it's his top love language

He won't stop moving during the massage so prepare for a challenge

You'll have to tell him to stop talking and relax a lot too

He's just so exited about it

He's also ticklish so the whole massage is a real mess (so don't light candles!!)

But both of you laughed your asses off so overall it was a really fun experience

12/10

[moxfirefly]

Okay okay okay I have something. You are so good at writing tmnt so here it goes. What about... Make up sex? ;) I imagine how there has been a huge fight with their girl. So much so that the turtles thought it would lead to breakup. But the SO returns and it ultimately leads to some angsty action. Of course you can imagine it however you want too! Make up your own reasons if need be!!

As somebody who breathes angst this is truly fun. You didn’t specify a turt lad so I hope you don’t mind me choosing and going from there. Just cause I’m intrigued ima go with my orange boi.

TW: Angst/Feels/Arguments

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

His hands hurt so much. When you ball your fists for too long the tendons tend to protest, the digging of nails into palms stings.

Mikey doesn’t like how loud his head feels right now. He sits against the wall closest to his tv, your scent is surrounding him and it only serves to make him more frustrated and gutted. The two of you have never gone past discussion into full blow arguing. He doesn’t like to fight with you, he does enough fighting on a nightly bases anyways.

But you got stubborn and he got selfish. Voices got raised, things were said and each one got hurt. He knows he can’t keep you glued to his shell forever, he’s had to learn the hard way, that there’s a life above that you inhabit and people around he’ll never truly meet. He knows every detail about your home life, knows your mother’s maiden name, how your aunt likes to get drunk at the family reunions and spill gossip. He knows your childhood home’s street name, the first guy you kissed, the first girl you kissed. Every aspect of your life you have told him in confidence, in laughter, in tears.

But Mikey is never gonna be part of it. He can’t really meet your dad and have that ‘if you break her heart I’ll break your legs’ talk. He won’t bond with your mom over their mutual love of cooking and secretly become her confidant. Knowing all these people but never truly knowing them is something he accepts.

It’s you leaving for three months back home. Three months away from him, three months where you’ll be surrounded by nostalgia you miss and love. Where your family will ask about ‘any boyfriends?’ and you’ll have to fake laugh your way through it. Three months of you being amongst people you constantly miss.

Surrounded by normalcy.

And Mikey wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to say fuck it and face time you every morning and night, watch you be happy to be in your hometown and maybe even get a virtual tour of it...

But that little dark part in his brain calls him a freak and reminds him constantly that you’ll get tired of surrounding yourself in craziness, monsters, end of the world scenarios etc. It just can’t seem to allow him to be happy for you. So the entire thing had ended in a fight, where dumb regretful things had been spat and you had marched off pissed and he had remained here equally pissed.

His brothers think he doesn’t get mad, they think he holds himself together through sheer ignorant bliss but it’s never been the case. Cause you’ve seen fire in his pretty blue eyes, you’ve seen those same very pretty blue eyes turn red with tear, you’ve seen so much of what he hides behind his laughter.

And fuck, three months of you away?!

Mikey pushes his knees up against his chest and sighs. His phone hasn’t made a noise despite his efforts to try and call you after he has calmed down. He debated going to your house and apologizing or at least going for a more calmer approach in expressing why this had left him so triggered. He wants to make sure this hasn’t pushed you both to your end, another nagging little thought that hasn’t quite shut its mouth.

Had this been the end? Had you walked out in a fury of frustration and decided this is it? Would you seize all communication and just erase the memories of him and your time together?

He’s hurting himself, he’s also getting angrier. This is stupid, he’s been stupid and immature and so are you for walking off!

It’s two hours before he decides to get up and toss his phone and try to consume his surrounding in order to relax. Mind over matter and all it’s wonderful bullshit. He doesn’t want to leave his room cause he knows the others must’ve heard.

He’s four hours deep into a shooting game when Raph pokes his head in with some food. He doesn’t look up, cause he knows Raph wants to be a good big brother and talk to him but he doesn’t want to when he’s one unfortunate mishandling away from crying. He lets him sit with him, watch him play and run a little bit of commentary that actually makes him smile just a teeny bit.

Even when Raph gets up and runs a large mitt over his head and tells him ‘broads are just emotional, she’ll come around’ he tries his best to not let his eyes betray him. Even when Raph gives the top of his head a kiss and pats his shell, he tries his best to keep it together.

It’s around 4am when he decides to look for his phone, chucked somewhere near his bed and maybe not broken. He finds it under his bed, screen a little cracked and one text message reading ‘r u awake?’ By you, it was sent twenty minutes ago and somewhere between debating calling or texting he hears the curtain in his room move.

You’re there.

Face two parts unreadable and a good topping of frustrated. Your face is bare, a mixture of sleepwear and winter clothing that clearly shows you had tried to sleep it off but couldn’t. “I just saw this... sorry” Mikey wonders if that sorry is related to the unread text or more so this mess. You look away, the energy around you can be felt. That upset way you bite the inside of your lip, how you cross your arms and run through every possible way of starting your side of things to say.

“Why are you really mad about me going back home?” You can’t meet his gaze and Mikey is thankful because he feels an oncoming headache. “I dunno man...” He sets his phone on his makeshift night table and runs his hands through his face, mask being taken off with the motion.

“That’s not an answer, you’re mad about something and I want to know” This time you do look and Mikey’s playing with the shoe string on one of the sneakers that hangs from the bunk bed. He chooses to stay quiet because if he does say something, what are the chances that you’ll understand?

“Mike, talk to me” He huffs a bitter laugh, ‘Mike’ is the he’s in trouble name. But he feels more obstinate than ever because why talk?

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I didn’t come back in the freezing cold to actually work through this if you aren’t going to throw me a bone at least-” Your tone is a mix of exasperation and sadness. “You go back and you forget about me” Mikey cuts through.

You furrow your brows at his statement. “What?” You take a few steps but he side steps you and that somehow cuts you. “You go back home and you realize it’s better to be in a normal environment that isn’t New York, in the sewers, with me-“ He motions to all of him. “And all the crazy shit we do” He glares, not necessarily at you but more so at all of this, the current state of affairs.

Running a frustrated hand through your hair you try to settle your thoughts. “You can’t jump to a conclusion like that and you know it, I’m not skulking off back home and ghosting you! And frankly it fucking hurts you think of me like that” You reach for him because Mikey can’t be still for five seconds if his life depended on it, but he grabs your hands and refuses to let you lull him with your touch. “It’s not a conclusion it’s a friggin possibility! Do you see us actually being endgame in all this shit!” He grips your wrists, you want to get through to him but he’s lost in that terrible negative mindset.

“We both aren’t mind readers! But trust me that leaving you is nowhere on my list of achievements” You manage out of his grip and grasp his face. “You are being unfair and stubborn as fuck but I love you okay?” Your voice sounds almost angry, angry at the very idea of living in a world where you and him don’t coexist together.

“I can’t even marry you! I can’t even knock you up!” Another bitter laugh escapes him, he knows your parents would die for some grandkids. Why is he so different, why does he have to be so fucking different he wonders bitterly.

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about a piece of paper or screaming babies, I care about you and I want you and I’m fucking happy with you stop sabotaging it” You press your hands to his hard plastron and scowl. “Stop lying to me then! Don’t pity lie at me when I know you want all that shit” He frowns, eyes watery and not caring if he wakes everybody up in the Lair.

Mikey’s ready for the rant of a life time but then you have to go and kiss him.

Kiss him hard, kiss him with rage bubbling on the skin of your lips. He can taste your words, taste every way you would’ve shut down his words with basic truth and facts. You pull away, forehead still pressed to his and you mutter against his lips. “You’re so fucking insufferable, shut up and listen to me” Your eyes are watery as is, hands at his neck to keep him at eye level.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” You take a shuttering inhale, fingers skimming up towards his cheeks. Mikey can only watch you, take in every detail he’s been obsessed with for so long. You’re so beautiful to him, even when your angry crying, yelling at him to open his eyes. You’re warm and real in front of him, against his body. You watch his eyes go from that calm before the storm into the aftermath.

He’s so real to you, so lovely and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

There’s a pause. A mere ten second reprieve where only silence and breathing remain. Mikey feels your hands slowly slide down his body, nails scratching his sides. You keep your eyes on him, a hand slides into his shorts, index finger mapping out the slit that encompasses his most intimate part. Mikey shudders, sensitivity racking his body at your touch. He walks you up against a wall, a hand on your neck and another finding it’s way into your own pants.

He teases you, just as you tease him. Knees buckle when he pushes your lips apart and feels your moistening folds. There’s already a bump where your touching him and the way he’s tensing gives way to how he’s trying to hold himself in. “Come on, come on” You weren’t aware just how hard you’ve been breathing till you speak. Mikey’s mouths falls open, eyes closing as he drops down into your warm awaiting hand. You stroke him, teasing the flesh of his head just to make him buck and recapture your lips. His own finger finds its way in you, stretching and making your breath hitch.

The only reason you both pull away is to tear at one another’s clothes, an easy accomplishment when Mikey’s got just his shorts. He isn’t soft with your clothing either, yanking and nearly tearing, his on his knees pulling off your underwear. Your scent hits him and he’s gone, trapped in all that is you. He inhales sharply as he gets back on his feet, arms hooking under your thighs as he picks you up.

You both land on the bed, a huff escaping you and a grunt when Mikey feels you push him so you can straddle him. You don’t quite finesse this, it’s not your usual seductive ways that leave him a mess. It’s rough, there’s still frustration lingering in the air and Mikey’s okay with it because he knows he might go to rough if he runs the show.

So you do.

Sinking down on his hard cock with a long guttural moan. Mikey digs his fingers onto the plush skin of your bottom, just enough to make you sit on his cock and relish it. Eyes closed he just basks, the tightness, the wetness, the warmth. His eyes flutter open when he feels your palms on his plastron, firm and with purpose. His hands know already, they go up and rest on your waist and he swallows a churr when your hips begin to move fast and hard.

That rhythmic slapping of flesh, your rear hitting his lap on each thrust down. Mikey can’t stop churring, eyes on your own or slipping down to your beautiful breasts bouncing. You notice and lean forward, he buries his face between him, arm going around your waist as he lifts his hips to help you cross that line. The sweat of your skin is on the top of his tongue as he sucks a bruise onto your breast, you’re tightening up so much, cussing and begging for him.

You both can’t stop moaning, once you’re cummin and Mikey follows closely behind. He holds you close to him as you ride out the sensations, tightly secured against his strong body, held and loved. You’re a broken record of ‘I love you’s and so is he, filling you up and up.

Collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, you still feel the strength in his arms as he hugs you to him. You bury your face on his neck, body shaking with sobs as he whispers he’s sorry over and over as he kisses your shoulder, neck and head.

You say it too, against his skin.

Where you wish you could stay everyday.

[commanderserwin]

hi :) i'm not sure if your requests are still open. if not, just know i love your writing and take this as a cute thought i wanted to share. (if they are open as a requst:) Armin and Reader knowing they really like each other, not properly dating yet and Armin just feeling confident and happy and talking to Reader a lot and the Reader absolutely loving it, and watching him talk, and when he asks whats wrong they answer they like watching him being happy and yeah, cute, fluff, maybe kiss? idk

hello! i hope you are still there and i’m so sorry that this took a while! anyway, i made this into a college au, so i do hope that’s okay with you! thank u for waiting! please enjoy 🤍

↦ study day; armin arlert — college au

“Ghosts are not real.”

“They are.”

“Make them shut the door then, since you won’t.”

“Obviously, not like that...”

Armin flipped through his book, highlighting sentences as he studied quietly while you rambled about ghosts. He raised his head from his book to only roll his eyes at how you were sprawled on his bed, using his laptop as you listened to that spooked podcast that you have been obsessed with throughout the years. But it also made Armin smile, because he notices that you would only use his laptop to listen, therefore only actually listening if he was near. If he wasn’t— as he observed, you wouldn’t even spare the podcast a second.

It was his fault that he made you obsessed with that thing.

It was during the first year when he listened to it, and Armin doesn’t even like it, he just happened to listen to it because he’s got nothing to do. He was just busy cleaning the shared dorm, and he got too attached that he became oblivious that you came home already. Armin didn’t pay attention to it; he didn’t pay attention to the blowing air behind his neck that went up to his ear and to his cheek. He didn’t pay attention to it, yet he was sweating the whole time, and when he finally turned his head around— there you were, smug, as you whispered: “Ghosts are real.”

“They do not lurk around,” Armin stated, pointing his highlighter at you while you only covered yourself with his blanket— already knowing what comes next with his words. “Because they do not exist.”

“They could exist! They just do not... make themselves known,” you argued, pressing play on his laptop as you played the spooked podcast. You covered yourself whole with the blanket, even putting it over your head as you closed your eyes to listen more intently— and also to play it muffled for Armin.

Armin turned his swivel chair, debating if you should scare you right now, or if he should just wait for him to hear the loud clack of his keyboard as you pause it, as usual— if it gets too scary for you. He went back to his book, rereading the highlighted paragraphs for a few minutes, and would give you his attention. You haven’t moved for a while, and he nodded to himself that he could now read fully.

But that isn’t what he did. Reading wasn’t on his agenda for today, he only does it so that he doesn’t have to be near you. He’s done with all his readings before, and he’s just doing it again to keep himself busy. He wanted to to do something— something that involves you and him. Armin has been meaning to confess, but should it happen? And somehow when he woke up today, something ignited for him to do it today. But he couldn’t— just the thought of him confessing was so foreign, nauseating that he doesn’t know how to do it.

Armin sighed deeply, feeling his heart to beat harder as he thought of it happening. He couldn’t get himself to say it— or maybe he’s just misreading every thing. Two years— and he has kept this bottled up because he’s good at it. He doesn’t want to jeopardize what he has with you— friendship, but he wanted more. And maybe it’s a mistake that he should pay that idea any mind.

“Hey.”

Armin whipped his head around, hand clutching the highlighter as he looked at you. He smiled softly, noticing how you turned to your side, the blanket still over your whole body. Worry flashed your face, mouth turning down as you took the blanket off, slowly walking towards him.

“You okay?” You asked, standing close enough to his desk while he angled his head towards you. “You’ve been staring at your book for minutes already.”

“No, no,” Armin shook his head, feeling heat on his cheeks as he realized you moved in closer to take a peek on his book. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re having a hard time, I could help you,” you offered, sitting on the edge of his desk while you turned his book to you, “Although, I’m not sure if I could be of any help.”

The medical book Armin has been reading has been highlighted so many times, and you have become so familiar with it whenever he would ask you to test him. You weren’t sure of the content that he was reading, but he has got this look on his face and it just made you so worried. You’ve been there when the studying has been too tiring for him, that you have to pull him to bed— his bed. Armin shook his head, while you fully perched up on his desk, taking the book in your hands. He propped his elbow, glancing right at you.

The close proximity made your heart beat faster, while you shuddered under his gaze and the sheer silence that has settled on the room.

Kinesiology. The book is Clinical Kinesiology, and you’re going to ask Armin about muscles that you have no idea— or just have a slight idea of it, and no, you are not going to focus on Armin’s heavy blue eyes as he inched closer, tilting his head.

“Right, muscles,” you whispered, gulping, as you read the words before you. It didn’t make one damn sense, because Armin is close and you have no idea why you are feeling this way.

You know there’s something between the two of you. It was unspoken, but it was happening. Every little thing and you aren’t oblivious enough to it, sometimes paying attention to it and sometimes not when it made you a blushing mess— Armin too.

Unspoken, and it has gotten too loud.

“Mouth. Uhm, orbicularis oris,” you mumbled, glancing down at him, while you cleared your throat. Armin never looked away and it just made you nervous. No, you didn’t notice him lick his lips. Armin nodded for you to continue, while never breaking eye-contact. “Why don’t you tell me what the origin, insertion, innervation, and action of… orbicularis oris?”

When Armin didn’t speak, you looked at him, raising a brow. Usually, when you ask him about this, he always has an answer ready. He stood up from his swivel chair, a hand on one side of your leg as he breathed loudly. One good look at Armin and it’s got you even worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, placing the back of you hand on his forehead, subtly wiping away the layer of sweat that’s form on it, “Are you sick? Should we get some medicine? Tylenol? What do you need?”

Armin snapped out of his head, eyes blinking at how much he is so close to you, and he couldn’t take it. He had to get out of this, but he doesn’t want to, but he does so much— but…

“It’s okay. I’m fine, really. No need for Tylenol,” Armin mumbled quickly, scratching his neck as he closed his eyes— trying to remember your question. He hung his head low, remembering where the orbicularis oris is— its OINA, but you were just so close. He finally opened his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Orbicularis Oris. Origin is near midline on the anterior surface of the maxilla and mandible.”

Armin shuddered.

“Insertion is mucous membrane of margin of the lips and raphe with buccinator and modiolus.”

He couldn’t take it.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Armin? We could take a break. Take a nap. Listen to your podcast.”

God.

“Innervation is the accessory parts are incisivus labii superioris and inferioris.”

“Armin?” You placed your hands on around his neck, making him look at you. His blue eyes glinted, mouth opening and closing as you felt his breath fan your cheek as he moved closer.

Noses almost brushing— and when it was, Armin closed his eyes and you took it as cue. You breathed deeply, placing your forehead on his, pulling him closely, smiling against him.

Armin opened for his eyes for a second, placing a hand over your heart as he nodded. He pulled away slightly, tracing his index finger over your mouth. “Orbicularis oris.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, grinning softly, while you shivered under his touch. “Action?”

“Well, it narrows orifice of the mouth, purses lips, and puckers lip edges.”

“Interesting,” you breathed.

“It’s also called the kissing muscle,” Armin whispered, closing his eyes as he placed his forehead on top of yours again. He felt your fingers play with his skin, rubbing circles as you nodded.

“Oh.”

Armin’s lips were softly on top of yours, pecking softly as he did pursed his lips. Armin could feel your slightly chapped lips from the September chill and he smiled against your lips— pulling away. His soft lips were gone after a few seconds, the innocence of his kiss was too much for your beating heart that you wanted more, to feel him close again, as heat rose to your chest— blushing nonstop that he finally kissed you.

At the end, both of you were chuckling softly, lips touching gently while both of yours shoulders shook in gentle chuckles, soft pink tinges coming in view as Armin pulled away, nibbling on lips as he suppressed his lips— but he couldn’t do it anymore when you’re also doing it too, lips together as you hid your smile. Butterflies invaded your stomach very much and you couldn’t help but touch your lips where his were on for a few seconds.

“Want to keep our orbicularis oris moving?”

Armin nodded.

[clownistyping]

Hello Elizabeth! Do you mind if I send you some tmnt request? Those guys are usually the ones saving people, so how about this time someone saves them? Like maybe they got ambushed by foot clan or something?

I don't mind at all and actually want them! I'm assuming you want the reader to save the bros lol. Also I have no idea how someone could take on like...more than 5 footclan members and be a human being. Bc I sure can't. So I may go a bit weird. also idk if u want bayverse but I love bayverse so u get bayverse.

Readers gender is: Tired. (Gender neutral)

You were peacefully buried yourself deep into your blankets as your soft white noise machine played and your dreams were soft of you having a picnic in the park. Only for it to be cut short by; grunting, yelling, swords? 

You sat up, sighing you turned on your light and got out of safe haven. Unsure of where the sound was coming from, you checked the living room. Nothing. Kitchen, empty. Bathroom, dripping faucet but no swords. 

Leaving the bathroom you hummed, shrugging the sound off as a neighbors TV you went back to bed, light off, eyes shut, dreamland doors opening.

And they slammed right in your face. Sitting up again you looked right at your window, now slightly agitated you slammed your window open. 

The fighting sounds were much louder, and you looked down at the alley way. Being on the third floor wasn't that bad, you could easily see the ground, but it was still dark. 

"HEY! QUIET THE FUCK DOWN! PEOPLE ARE TRYNA SLEEP!" You yelled, staring down at the shadowy figures who all paused. 

You heard footsteps quickly running and you just rolled your eyes, turning around you sat on the windowsill now fully awake at 4 AM. You feel cursed since you have a shift tomorrow at a the Stone Pizza Palor.

Only to jump from the window when the fire escape shook from behind you. 

"Hey thanks for the save!" A voice called and you went stiff, what the fuck. 

"Mikey! Get down from there!" Another voice called from below, and slowly you turned to face the voices. Sighing internally that you couldn't see the person's face. You stayed right where you are. 

"Chill out bro, I'm just givin my thanks!" The voice, who you can assume is 'Mikey' laughed. 

"Um uh...you guys were keeping me awake..so I had to. But um no problem?" You said, 

"Oh sorry about that, just was protecting the city like bam and punch!" You couldn't see the movements he was making but assumed they were action poses, but right in the middle of a pose the fire escape shook again. Another person joined Mikey. 

"Mikey, what the hell do ya think ya doin'?" The voice was rough. 

"Owowow! Raph come on man! Just bein a good  samaritan, man!" 

"You don't even know what that means." As the two argued you slowly backed up, reaching for your lamp you switched it on. Your eyes went wide. 

"Aw shit." The one called 'Raph' muttered and Mikey waved, you could only stay stiff as you finally realized that you were not talking to humans, or even bodybuilders. 

You were talking to two giant...green things...you don't know what they are exactly…

"Are they okay?" 

"Cours' they ain't, they did just see our ugly mugs!" The one wearing red yelled and managed his way into your bedroom. He pointed a finger at you. 

"You. If you eva tell anyone about thi-" 

"Raph!" Another voice spoke making you gain consciousness again and sit on your bed in shock. 

Mikey joined the bedroom, sitting near you with a smile that made you unable to blink. Then ANOTHER turtle joined the room, not even asking for permission. This one wearing blue, 

"How many times do I have to tell you-" 

"I know Leo, don't threaten, maim, harm or harass any humans. But hey, not my fault I'm defensive!" The red one argued. The other one wearing blue, named Leo, held his face and groaned. 

"Well technically it's Mikey's fault for this stranger seeing us, I mean he did come up to their window. We could've just left before they called the cops on us." Another voice said from the window, a head peaked in. This one, wearing purple and large glasses. Mikey just shrugged, not even defending himself. 

"Hi, I'm Donnie." He said with a wave and you just sighed. Suddenly all eyes were on you, 

"Please tell me this is some dream I'm having after binge watching monster movies." 

Mikey laughed, 

"This is real, dude!" He said with a smile that didn’t help the situation at all. 

"He's right, this is all real-" Leo tried to speak, 

"Come on, we coulda just knocked their ass out and left!" 

"Raph no!" As the red and blue argued, the purple one 'Donnie' slipped inside. Well not slipped he did struggle because of the gear on his back, 

"Plus dreams can't get that complex based on things you see in real life. So yes, sadly, this is true. Also sorry for keeping you up." 

"So what are you four gonna do now, kill me or something?" You said, Mikey shook his head. 

"Nah man that's against our code." He put his fist and palm together and bowed, 

"We're ninjas." He smiled, Donnie added on. 

"And we're teens." 

"We're fucking mutants." The red one snapped, turning back to the blue one, 

"But we're not monsters, we're just turtles." Leo tried to lighten the mood with a smile but by then you were too tired to care. 

"And now, we are forever in your debt!" Mikey said, getting on one knee he held your hand. You quickly pulled it back and made a confused face. 

"What- why?" 

"Because you totally saved us, dude! You scared away those bad guys who were totally kickin' our asses!" 

"Mikey!" Raph tried to defend himself but Mikey stopped him, 

"Sorry, butt." 

You stood up and sighed, 

"Listen you are not in debt to me, none of you are. I just wanted some sleep, I always yell out that window, well..mainly at crackheads..never at..giant..turtle boys." 

"Men." Mikey winked and you blinked, 

"No," you shook your head, "listen if you all just leave, right now, I won't tell a soul. Not even a stray cat. Alright?" The turtles hummed, 

"Deal but. If you tell anyone. We will find you." Leo said his finger almost in your face and you rose a brow, 

"Ya, you know where I live. I expect that." His finger curled away and he blinked, then he shook his head and left through the window. 

Then it was Donnie, Raph and Mikey. Who sat in the windowsill. He looked at you, 

"Wait, I have a question." 

"What is it?" 

"Why..why aren't you scared of us?" 

"I live in fucking New York City, I see shit like you guys everyday. You're not the first mutants I've met." You said, and Mikey then smiled with joy and shock. 

"Awesome, I'll catch ya later dude!" He waved and suddenly he disappeared. You stared out the window, watching as Mikey joined his brothers telling them of what you said. While you couldn't hear them, you know that you're bound to meet them again. 

[rubystmntoc]

visitor from another world One-shot (TMNT)

So before I start I just wanna say happy new year to all of chu people >∆< also this is my first post on Tumblr so pls be nice constructive criticism is welcome thank u and with that being said enjoy 💞

~Disclimer I don't own the tmnt 2k3 series or any other version bc if I did the turtles 2k12 series would have a 6 and 7 season just saying 😐(I only own my oc)

Rose jekins just got home from a late night shift from her job working at the cafe 'if those last 5 customer's werent such pains in my ass then maybe I would have been home by 10:00 and not 12:00' she thought bitterly she hated her job the only reason why she still works there u ask?

Bc she has bills she needs to pay

She tiredly threw her appron and unbuttoned shirt on her couch before trudgeing into her room

'i wonder what it would be like to live with the tmnt' she thought

"who am I kidding? That can't happen it would be to sweet to come true"

'right?'

She kicked off her shoes and grabbed her laptop she smiled widely as episodes came up

Ever since she could remember she loved the turtles she would rewatch the old series over and over again as she grew older she fell in love with the oldest two turtles and would blush when they would wink or smirk as if they where looking at her

Getting comfortable on top of her bedsheets and covers she clicked one of her favorite episodes and hummed along to the theme song

She loved the opening scenes they where the best and kept her on her two cents as the plot was introduced to her

Suddenly her computer screen went static

"dammit" she she said getting up thinking that her computer was dead grabbed the charger in plugged it in

Still static

She was about to turn off the computer when a hand reached in and grabbed her she tryed to get the hand off her but it was to late she was sucked into her computer screen

. . . . . .

She crash landed in a ally way "ouch" she said picking herself up only to feel different

Her vision was a bit blurry but was she

Seeing green?

she screeched having no Idea what was going she backed herself into the ally wall not noticing her kidnappers

A knife was pointed toward her neck in a instant and another was put in front of her mouth to keep her from screaming

"Am only gonna go over this one time and one time only girl-(hatred laced in the voice) my mistress needs you for experimental purposes you are gonna come with me and my friends and if u don't comply am gonna rip ur vital cords from ur throat and watch u bleed out "

"A simple nod of your head is all I ask and will be on our way"

She did not believe it ,she soon recognized her kidnappers as the foot clan from the colors and the symbols scared she nodded her head

'i can't be in New York City! And these foot clan can't be real can they?!.......but this place looks like the NY from the show..wait a minute...AM IN THE F**KING SHOW!?!'

Suddenly feeling a burst of energy in her veins she tryed to wiggle out of the foot soldiers hands ,they catching on to what she was doing was about to knock her out when something hit the back of the foot soldiers head knocking them out

"I don't think she wants to come with cha fellas"

"yeah let the damsel go or face my nunchuck fury!" Two strong and child like voices rang out into the ally

"Raphael and Michelangelo hamato?" She said quitely*

"ITS THE TURTLES!" A foot soldier yelled out another following behinde screaming " KILL THEM!"

"Mikey you free the girl while raph, Donnie and I keep the foot busy"

'Leo!?!" She thought again

Soon she was face to face with the playful brother of the bunch

"don't worry me and my Bros will get you to safety"

Rose nodded her and soon felt herself out of the foots hands Happy she stood hugging mikey

"thank you Mikey" she said sincerely

"you welco- how do u know my name?"he asked questioning

"well let's just say am not from here and 2 your brother Leo just said it" she said with a knowing smirk

Accepting the answer they turned to witness the end of the fight

"that's the last of em" raph said

The brothers 4 high fiveing/threeing before turning there attention to the turtle mutant

"thank you so much Leo,Donnie and raph"

"your welcome hey uhh not to be rude but how do u know our names" a curious Donnie asked

"like a told ur little brother am not from here and this- she motioned her 3 fingerd hand down her body happend when I got here am not a mutant turtle where I come from also can we talk about this somewhere else I don't like talking out in the open" she said*

"we can take her to the lair!" Shouted a excited Mikey*

"absolutely not!" Shouted Leo in a protective manner

"I don't see why not fearless I mean she couldn't harm a fly" argued donnie

He secreatly wanted to take you to the layer to run test and find out more about where u cam from

Raph and Mikey nodding there head in agreement sighing then looking over you once leo agreed

Mikey jumping up for joy led u to the manwhole cover and chatted along with u the whole

U enjoyed his company and grew found of him this was gonna be one long adventure to getting back home!

I hope u like this One-shot sorry it was so long anyways Happy New year stay safe happy 2020 love ya bye!✊💓

[thecomicsnexus]

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES #22-23 JUNE - JULY 1989 BY MARK MARTIN

SYNOPSIS (FROM TURTLEPEDIA)

As the issue begins, the turtles are ransacking their lair after receiving a bomb threat, shortly after their encounter with the Time Traveler girl from issue #16. The lads aren't having any luck locating the explosive, but Leonardo is confident that the threat is real... as his "Turty Sense" is tingling. As Leo appeals to his brothers to continue the search, Raphael grabs the TV remote out of boredom. As he clicks the button, Leo screams, "NO!" and then the TV launches a bomb out of its screen. Meanwhile, six years in the future, we see the young girl emerging from her time machine. She's pleased to have arrived safely home, after her problems back in issue #16. She's not so pleased to find a bizarro monster waiting for her (although it does offer her a cookie). The girl screams and flees her apartment, by crashing through a second story window. Fortunately, the monster completes an acrobatic catch and sets her safely to the ground, where the child bursts into another sprint. The creature then zaps the terrified child with a freezing ray and engages her in conversation.

We learn that the alien is an ambassador of an alien race called the Skwal. His name is an unpronounceable symbol, so he goes by the name of "George." We finally find out that the girl's name is Dale Evans McGillicutty. George explains that Dale is in big trouble—as is all of humanity. The Skwal have been watching the planet Earth, attempting to keep the human race from destroying themselves (unfortunately the aliens arrived too late, so things on Earth are already too messed up to fix). George has a particular interest in Dale, as she invented the time machine (although thanks to her manipulation of time, she actually didn't - ah temporal anomalies). George needs Dale to use her time machine to go back 2 million years into the past and attempt to change the mindset of humanity, to make the species less violent and thereby giving hope to the future of the race and planet. However, the window of opportunity is closing rapidly, as the Skwal scientists only think that there's one day left in the time machine's life before it pops out of existence for good. The girl reluctantly agrees to go on the mission, but insists on taking some cargo with her. As Dale activates the machine, things go all higglety pigglety.

Cut back to the present. Master Splinter is there with the four turtles... who are now four odd looking robots. Splinter explains that the bomb went off and blew the Turtles to bits, but he's managed to save their parts as well as their brains, which he's had to place into the robots for safe keeping. As Master Splinter gets busy piecing the Turtles' bodies back together, the TMNRobots head off to Bill's TV Repair to pay April's electric bill. We discover that Bill is demented and very angry at April for refusing to go out with him - so angry that he planted the bomb in her television that blasted our hapless heroes to smithereens. After Bill rants about April, he finally notices the four whacked 'bots in his building and assumes that they're devils. The crazed repairman then activates his giant TV Robot, which attacks the Turtlebots. As the battle ensues, Raph manages to wrest the TV Robot's remote control from Bill, and commands it to sit... unfortunately, the mechanical monster is standing directly above Bill and Raphbot when it receives the command...

Two million years in the past, Dale emerges from her time machine, and is quickly attacked by an apeman. Fortunately the girl has George's ray gun, and she freezes her ancestor in mid-leap. Dale explains to monkeyboy that she's here to make his life easier, so he won't be so violent and humanity will evolve into a more peaceful race. She teaches him about gardening and presents him with a comfy recliner. The Time Traveler also gives the apeman a mask of Jocko (an Australian actor who used to sell batteries in American TV commercials... very odd TV commercials), to protect him from predators. Finally, Dale gives monkeyboy a puppy, for him to snuggle and care for. Mission accomplished, Dale gets back into her time machine and heads for home.

When Dale emerges from the machine, George is ecstatic. Evil men across the globe are turning over a new leaf and becoming more admirable. The world is currently a confused mess, but by morning everyone should have morphed into far nicer creatures, thus making Earth a veritable paradise of peace and love. "No more armies... no more wars... no more weapons..." muses the Skwal...

"In short, nothing to defend yourselves from the Invasoskwals! This great paradise will be ours!" the crafty alien finishes.

"You tricked me!!" exclaims Dale.

Things go haywire once again, and then we cut back to April's apartment, where we find the Turtles returned to their old selves. As they celebrate with Casey Jones and Master Splinter, Mike's soda can pops out of existence. As he asks if anyone saw it happen, April calls out to them to come quick. As the guys rush to find out what's wrong, we see that April is watching the Pee Wee Herman show, and the secret word of the day is "turtle." As Splinter laments the mess the Turtles have made of the place, everyone starts losing their memory... and then the TMNT and Master Splinter revert into their original, non-mutated animal forms. Casey looks up from a crossword puzzle and asks April if she said something... in the final panel we see Ms. O'Neil delighted to find four normal turtles on her sofa.

As this issue opens, we find a disgruntled Dale Evans McGillicutty sulking on a Utopian Earth. "How many stupid times to-stupid-day do I have to save the stupid planet?" she growls as she kicks a mushroom.

As the girl heads into The Forest (marked with a sign labeled, "Abandon Continuity All Who Enter Here"), she's confronted by an angry, costumed rat calling himself The Fannywhacker. The rat demands to know why Dale isn't in school and she points out that it's Sunday, whereby the rat demands to know why she isn't in Sunday School. The girl explains that it's almost dark and Sunday School let out hours ago. An enraged Fannywhacker scribbles demerits on his clipboard before admitting that he's not very good at his job... or anything else. The rat laments that all he wants to do is squash punks and read comic books, but the world is so perfect that there's no crime to punish. As Fannywhacker exclaims that some grave cosmic error must have taken place, Dale decides that he's the one person on Earth desperate (and crazy) enough to get into the quickly deteriorating time machine and try to undo what she had done in the previous issue. Armed with confidence in her companion's instability, the girl hatches a plan...

Meanwhile, back at April's apartment, the Turtles (still in their normal, pet shop turtle form) are stuck in an aquarium and are going stir crazy. The guys try to escape, but their efforts are futile.

Two million years in the past, the ape man is busy in his garden when the dilapidated time machine appears. The happy ape man is overjoyed, thinking that Dale has come back to visit him... but he's rudely alerted to the arrival of The Fannywhacker when the rat greets him with a punch in the jaw. The costumed rodent then destroys the garden and the comfy recliner before launching the puppy into the air with a mighty toss. "Now that oughta incite the little goon!" Fannywhacker decrees.

Monkeyboy runs off to save his dog but returns quickly, infuriated and wearing his Jocko mask. Fannywhacker rips the mask into tiny pieces and then runs off, ape man in hot pursuit. The Fannywhacker makes it back inside the time machine, leaving Homo Habilis outside, kicking the cube in frustration. The rat pops his head out of the vehicle and honks monkeyboy's nose, and then launches the craft forward in time... leaving a very, very angry and very, very frustrated caveman in the past.

As Fannywhacker travels back to the future, he reverts to his true form, that of crime fighter The Gnatrat. Thus, the plans of the Skwal are foiled, and humankind returns to its violent past (and present). Unfortunately for Gnatrat, as he tries to journey home, the time machine begins to come apart...

Back at April's apartment, the Turtles have reverted to their mutated forms... but are knocked senseless, as they were still inside the aquarium when the change took place.

In the sewers, Master Splinter is relaxing by playing a Speed Racer video game when he hears a knock at the door. The Sensei assumes that it must be the Shredder, so he loads a cannon and blasts a hole through the door. Unfortunately for Gnatrat, he was the one behind the door, and the giant projectile embeds itself into the rodent detective's chest.

As Splinter fetches Gnatty a shoe horn to pry the missile out of his torso, the crime fighter explains his predicament: thanks to Dale's malfunctioning time machine, he's now trapped seven years in his past. Splinter hatches a nutty plan to utilize Supperman and Gnatrat's Vulcan mind-meld ability to get Gnatty back to his own time.

Meanwhile, the Turtles have decided to go out for pizza. The boys don their disguises and head out into the night.

Gnatrat (whose secret identity is bazillionaire playboy Boo Swain), buys a restaurant for one million dollars. Gnatty and Splinter put out an "All U Can Eat" sign and wait for Supperman to arrive. As soon as the gluttonous hero sits down, the pair of rats begin to stuff him with tons of food. Supperman eats until he looks ready to explode, wherein Splinter and Gnatrat unveil the "koop da grass!" - a gigantic pizza! The Turtles show up just as the mega pie is pulled from the oven and exclaim that they'll take it. Gnatrat rudely tells the Turtles to beat it. Splinter tells Boo to cool it, as he knows the Turtles and they've had a bad day. Gnatrat continues to be rude and an argument breaks out between the two rodents. Gnatty screams that they're wasting time and their plan will be ruined by the Turtles if they don't hurry. Splinter sighs and then gives the pizza to the TMNT. This action enrages Gnatrat and he attacks the Sensei. Splinter flips the charging Gnatty into the restaurant near the overstuffed Supperman. As the crime fighter stands up and prepares for battle, Supperman lets out an enormous belch, which rockets Gnatrat into the stratosphere, where he orbits the Earth with such incredible speed that he travels forward in time... thus landing back in his own time zone.

Now, Dale in her room, is at home arguing with George. The alien is angry, but he leaves in his ship - and the Earth is saved from alien invasion. From downstairs, Dale's mother yells at the girl for talking to strangers and reminds her that she has a test tomorrow.

"You've really got your work cut out for you, young lady!" Dale's mom screams.

"...I know." Dale states, as she dejectedly reads the newspaper, which is filled with violent headlines.

REVIEW

It doesn’t help that this story kind of starts in a past issue... fortunately, you are brought up to speed in the second chapter.

To me, when a guest artist comes into the TMNT books... I expect him to use the Turtles in his stories. But the only character that appears the most is Splinter, and he is unrecognizable. So while this story is non-canon... It is hard to even assume this is a TMNT story. I wonder what people at the time thought about it.

The art is quite good, bringing an alternative look and a very cute style that actually works for the Turtles.

I give the story a score of 6.