#tmnt idw raph

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Angel With A Warm Home (Angst/Fluff?)

IDW!Raphael x reader

A/N: Taking place after unmutated Raph gets separated from Splinter and his brothers, and just before he overhears the fight between Casey and his father.

Warnings: Hunger, homelessness.

His stomach rumbled as he dug through the trash, looking for something to eat. Anything at all. He just needed to eat. He did not care what it was. Leftover Chinese food, a half rotten tomato. Heck, he would even eat the soggy last few bits of an old salat. He just needed something!

Digging through the dumpster, he felt a slight dispersion build up inside of him, mumbling to himself as he jumped into the dumpster, in order to look further down. “C’mon. C’mon…” He pushed a filled plastic bag to the side, finding the corner of a discarded pizza box poke out beneath the trash. “Bingo!”

Excited to finally eat, he pulled the pizza box from the trash with a big smile, opening with a small dance of his shoulders. “Dinner is served”.

But the disappointment came, as he found the pizza box filled with nothing but grease and crumbs. “Damn”, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “This ain’t gonna cut it”. With that he dropped the pizza box back into the dumpster, before he jumped out of the trash, landing with his feet on the pavement of the dark alleyway.

“Okay…”, he muttered to himself, tugging his hood closer around his face as the wind took a hold of his coat. At the mouth of the alleyway, he looked around, making out the two story houses on the other side of the street. “What’s next?”

Under the dim light of the full moon, he rushed over the street to the nearest townhouse, his eyes locked on the trashcan out in front, by the small path leading up to the front door.

Looking through the trash, he finally found what he was looking for. Food! The leftovers of a lasagna, probably from the day before. It was cold, but it did not matter. Food is food, and at that moment, that was all he needed. Hungrily eating what he found, he looked up in sudden panic when the light behind the front door turned on. Quickly, he ran to the hedge that separated the small front gardens, watching through the leaves as you walked out the front door, standing in the front step.

Your eyes scanned the street, all while he shivered behind the hegde. You were beautiful with soft human features. It caused him to look down on his big green three fingered hands, once again wondering why he had to be what he was. Why was he this strange creature, in a world of humans? It was scary. The last fifteen months had been horrible, and he still did not know how he ended up on the street in the first place.

Your eyes scanned the world outside your home, until they landed on the bush he was hiding behind. He hoped that you couldn’t see him, and that the only reason you kept staring at the bush was because you watched how the wind moved the leaves, and not his shivering and hungry form. But then you spoke.

“If you’re hungry, I can make you something to eat”, you called out, still looking at the hedge. He did not move, fearing that he had misheard you, and this was just his mind playing tricks on him. A beautiful human that offered him food. That couldn’t be real. Not after all the humans he had encountered had ran away in fear at the sight of his green skin.

“It’s okay”, you called out with a friendly smile. “I’m not mad at you. If you’re looking through my trash, you’re probably hungry, and I don’t mind making something for you”.

How could you be so nice to a stranger? You had not yet seen his skin, yet you stood outside in the cold, with no coat, sweater or jacket, to cover your tank top and joggers. Were you an angel of some sort?

He sighed. This might be his only chance of getting something to eat, that was rotten from the bottom of a dirty trash can. So with slow movements, he stood from behind the hedge, doing everything in his power to seem non threatening. As he moved away from the hedge, his two toed feet and lower half of his plastron now visible for you, he expected you to scream. He expected you to yell at him, telling him to get as far away from you as possible, before locking yourself in your house. But you didn’t. At the sight of him, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise, but you never looked fearful. You stayed calm, studying him, your eyes meeting his before you shut him a crooked smile.

“Does pasta sound good?”, you asked, gesturing towards your front door.

“That sounds more than good”, he answered, his mouth watering at the thought of finally eating some good food.

—

None of you spoke as you ate. Not that you felt uncomfortable. No, you had decided not to speak as he spoke, finally letting him satisfy the hunger that had been paining him for months, only keeping it at bay with the small food scraps he had been able to find on the street.

As he finished yet another plate, you got ready to fill him another one, but he stopped you, holding a hand up.

“I never thought I would say it, but I’m actually full”, he said, smiling for the first time in a long while.

You smiled at him, happy that the food had done him good, before taking both of your plates to the kitchen, loading them into the dishwasher. When you came back to the table, he was still sitting there, giving you a small smile as you came back in.

“So”, you started, returning his smile as you took a seat once more. “Do you mind me asking what your name is?”

His smile faltered, his eyes going blank. He hadn’t thought about that before. In the past fifteen months, he had never once thought about his name. All he had been wondering about was what happened to him, no memory of a time before the fifteen months.

“I- I don’t know”, he answered, his eyes falling onto the table where he started playing with his own fingers. “I’ve never thought about that, actually”.

Your smile disappeared as well, a concerned look washing over your eyes. You noticed how he suddenly seemed uneasy, his hands fidgeting on the flat surface of the table. You reached over, resting your hands on top of his in a comforting gesture. This caused him to freeze, staring at your hand on his. Never had a human felt comfortable enough to touch him, and never had he known how much heat human skin gave. Your hand was nice and soft, and he fought the urge to hold it.

“It’s okay”, you told him, unaware of his thought of holding your hand. “We’ll figure it out at one point”.

“We?”, he asked, looking confused.

“Yes, we”, you confirmed, giving his hand a small squish. “I’m assuming you don’t have a place to stay, so if you’re okay with it, I’ll let you stay in my guest room”.

He was almost floored, his mouth falling agape as he stared at you. Never had a human been so nice to him, and never had he thought that a beautiful human like you would invite him into your home, feed him warm food, and then offer up a room for him.

“Would you really let me do that?”, he asked in a whisper, almost not trusting his voice at the thought of a warm place to stay.

“If I wouldn’t then I wouldn’t bring it up”, you chuckled, letting go of his hand in order to stand up. He looked at his hand a little disappointed, wishing you would hold them again, warming them up like before.

He followed you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, waiting as you opened the door and showed him around.

“Here’s the bed, as you can see”, you said, making room so he could come in as well. “The heater, a desk, a closet. I don’t have any clothes in the closet tho”.

“That’s okay”, he said, pulling out at his coat. “I’ll make do”.

“If you say so”, you smiled, before moving out of the bedroom, pointing down the short hallway, showing him the bathroom.

—

That night he slept well for the first time in fifteen months. He dreamt about turtles and a rat, along with a large scary cat, that dragged him away from the others. But before this nightmare could turn any worse, he dreamt of a warm hand holding his own, along with your beautiful smile as you chuckled. He dreamt of you eating good food together, before spending time together, doing nothing but talking and hugging. You were not a bit scared of his shell, three fingered hands or his green skin. No, you hugged him as if it did not bother you one bit, at one point even resting your head against his plastron. And when the morning came around, seeing the golden light of the sun in through his window, he realized how fast his heart was beating at the thought of you, along with how excited he was to see you again. You were truly an angel. An angel with a warm home.

[pastelribbonsxx]

Midday nap

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Guys look they’re twins

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

I had some more I could have chosen, but I just decided to go w/ these 3!

Wanted some IDW and MM Raph rep in this chain/thread.  Also, ofc I had to do a picture of 2012 Raph!

Anyways, I joke that I will still be staying on this ever-sinking ship that is Tumblr, that somehow just manages to just BARELY not skink.  And that tumblr is probably still one of my favorite/preferred social media sites.  However, if they do this, well, this might one of the last straws/the last straws for me.

Like legit, this fricken horrible choice and/or change might not only kill it for me, but finally kill this site.  Or change it so much (for the worse probably imo) that it might as well be dead/killed.

They better not actually do this.

And if they do actually do this, they better change everything back (almost) right away, and stop doing this.

Seriously though, Tumblr, what makes you think this is a good decision in the slightest?!  I know Tumblr isn’t always the best at making decisions, but this is just, SO BAD.  And idiotic.  Very idiotic.

Tumblr reblog chains are in danger.

It seems that the staff is actually going to go forward with their decision to remove reblog chains, where reblogs will basically work like regular comments on other websites.

This doesn't just make the site completely unusable, it removes the soul of the community that has managed to build up here over the years, and that I'm so happy to have recently joined.

It makes impossible the creation of great posts where many people build up a single thing, until it is a gem of expressed human creativity.

There will be no more world heritage posts, no more messing around with your mutuals, no posts worth remembering.

There will be no more Tumblr, and the Tikblr or TumbTube or whatever monstrosity is born from its corpse will soon die, as is probably the best. And then there will never be another place like this on the internet, no place anymore to run to, no more fun, no more community.

I recommend a simple course of action. When these changes get imposed upon us, stop using Tumblr. Get your mutuals' discords, your favourite artists' websites, and leave. If the Tumblr we have once known returns, we well too. If not, better let it die quickly than suffer a long and painful decline.

I beg you to reblog this, for the more people see it, the higher chanses are for this to work.

And add something, so we can show them what Tumblr is really for.

[zee-rambles]

The fact that one of the writers for Rise is pushing the hashtag, AND implying that we can get more if the comic does well is SOMETHING!

Support the comic if you can! Let’s get our boys back on that screen! We were SO CHEATED!

[matchstique]

Random prompts from insta that are turt centered. One pikmin just because.

[hood-ex]

Do you ever cry thinking about how Leo's driving motivation is to protect his brothers' peace? Like he literally just wants to see them safe and happy.

TMNT Macro-Series #3

"This is what I want. And I want to fight for it."

[sunsetsandsunshine]

TW: BLOOD, DEATH

spoilers for tmnt idw #22

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these two need a break bro

inspired by Santolouco’s work in tmnt idw

[portableleo]

we had an earthquake in ny today

[jacobe5435]

“Mama I’m chasing a ghost.”

[purplepixel]

Two reallys.

Redrawn panels from IDW #42 but with the rise turtles

I wanted to see what it'd look like. Tweaked the dialogue just a tad so it fits more with the rise characters. Realistically, I'd have to squint really hard to be convinced this exact scenario would happen with the rise turtles. Mainly bc Leo can portal. Draxum can portal. THE FOOT can portal. Donnie would not need to build a portal machine. Ahem anyways. I wanted to mess around with color.

One day I'll actually draw the idw turtles

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Me in kindergarten:

Me in uni rn:

[pastelribbonsxx]

Just realised I never uploaded this older drawing here!!! FUCK

The sketch & reference btw hehe vvv

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Why is he like this 💀💀💀

[mushroomgrenade]

Colored the linearts I drew for @prophecies-untold cause theyre silly :)

[sweeneydino]

Turtles Forever gone wrong