#tmnt mc mikey

[calebscornerofart]

Minecraft Isekied AU

HI, i haven't posting in a while

anyways have an au

These fuckers got stuck in minecraft. Donnie had a piece of krang tech and had no idea how to use it, it was doing absolutely nothing. He could Not figure it out

Until, leo placed a laptop on top of it.

Then all of the sudden everyone in the room, Don, Leo, Raph, Mikey, April, Cj, Cass, and Splinter, woke up in a birch forest.

That laptop? it had minecraft running and now they are in it

They have to find their way out now, heres some drawings i did for this. it's pretty much all i got of the au for now

@tmntaucompetition

fun fact, donnie and mikey went to the same place :)

Leo and phantoms don't mix apparently

now for some concept drawings of mobs and bonus raph

Raph likes to go caving :3

Mikey likes the nether!

Mikey actually doesn't need to wear gold to be in the nether one time he forgot and encountered a group of piglins but they didn't attacked. Instead they were mesmerized by his markings and brought him to the village, and explained the best they can about a piglin long ago that grew gold on them. They healed those infected with rot and those healed and their offspring have gold markings on them.

that was the first BIG evidence that the world they are in is more than just minecraft, it has a life of it's own!

[spectra-bear]

I wonder what these two shows i love have in common. Oh i wonder

[ashbub]

late night visit

donatello (rottmnt) × gn!reader

contents: mild cursing! [1.3k] inspo by @bingobongocheerio

"Shit, Donnie-" A curse fumbled past your lips carelessly. The soft glare of your cellphone glosses over your scrunched-up features as your plastic toothbrush dryly hangs from your left cheek.

You propped yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter, your fuzzy-socked feet barely grazing the marble tiles as the tip of your thumb fumbled with the keypad buttons of your phone. You should be in the middle of snoring away in your bed to wake up early morning to catch the first bus to commute to school, tugging bitterly at the end of your oversized purple hoodie that you were sporting.

Instead, you were impatiently tapping away for your little reckless shit of a boyfriend to text you back as soon as he finished his mission. 

Sure, Donnie was a hell of a fighter. An even better inventor. You could attest to his skills firsthand as the first few meetings between you and Donatello were of him saving your ass from hitting the patchy New York City pavement or shielding you from the rumble along with other civilians. Still, Donatello would be a fool to assume you would go to bed without getting at least a word from him that he was alright.

And your Donnie was no fool.

You absentmindedly wandered your way to the living room with your cell phone glued to your hand, your feet sinking happily into the warmth of your wool rug. There was a medium-sized leather couch with a dark wooden end table containing your precious family photos scattered across the surface.

Some were pictures of you and your parents when you were younger, and others were notably more recent. One framed picture was a selfie of you & the turtles sneaking into the movie theater to watch some re-runs of Lou Jitsu's martial arts movies. Buttery popcorn bits were spilling all over you as the image caught you mid-laugh in the theater seat. The other captured you & April O'Neil having ice cream together at a local fare, vanilla sweetness accidentally smeared over your scrunched-up noses.

Your eyes fondly flickered to the colorfully mishappen-scented candles that Mikey had made for your home as your housewarming gift when they first visited your home.

Not exactly your home, but rather your parent's home- You noted to yourself before sinking into the comfort of the armchair. Your parents often were away on trips for work-related endeavors overseas for long durations of time. It never really bothered you too much the idea of being left at home most of the time, you welcomed it more often than not to focus on your studies with little to no distractions.

 It never struck you as a less-than-ideal situation till you briefly mentioned it to Donnie during one of his late rooftop visits before you guys officially started dating. You could almost pinpoint the exact moment when his thickly drawn eyebrows furrowed together when you spoke, his glossy bottom lip slightly upturned as he processed your words before turning to stare at the sky once more.

He never said anything about it after that night, which you assumed was the end of the conversation until the next morning when you heard the faintest tap on your window, the coffee mug you had been holding sending warmth from your fingertips. Donatello's awkward smile as he fumbled inside your bedroom with Leonardo, Raph & Mikey following closely behind, cradling a bunch of eccentric 80's posters, CDs, and random trinkets they had collected from all across New York for you. 

"We have come to decorate your humble abode with some of our most prized possessions for you, [y/n]!" The spiny soft-shelled turtle had sputtered out after the berating from his siblings, his face growing notably hotter as his brothers blew amusing sloppy kissing noises at his hint of sudden shyness in your presence. 

You approached the ledge of your window; the palm of your hand warmly cupped your cheek at the hidden smile that toyed with the ends of your pursed lips as your elbow rested lazily on the ruddy brick ledge at the recollection of the sweet memory.

Your eyes raked over the city's twinkling lights of the traffic meters and busted-up car lights. There were cars stamped brim to brim with sports team bumper stickers parked all along the streets and traffic jams on every bustling corner of New York City. The newspaper vendors sell the evening newspapers in a sugary sweet manner. They shout out the sensational news but keep the paper folded.

Your fingers hugged curtly around the two brown-and-green ceramic mugs that had been left on the ledge edge of your windowsill, breathing in the faint scent of tea that lingered on the rims of the cup.

Donnie had a habit of leaving different assortments of tea for you every afternoon by your window when you would get busier for school, a hot drink greeting you when you arrived each time you moved aside the curtains. Your soft lips pressed on the edge of the mug, taking a small sip.

 It was still warm.

Your cell phone faintly buzzed beside you before you, fumbling for the source you flipped the screen over.

'Heading back.'

His text was short yet simple. Knowing your boyfriend, he would be in the middle of racing over the rickety rooftops and buildings of New York but would still pull out his phone to shoot you a quick text in the middle of it.

Turning your back towards the window, your thumbs lightly skimmed over your phone screen to type back. The only thing that was now giving off light in the room was the bright shine of your phone, flickering faintly from the notifications that appeared.

‘I can't sleep,’

‘Who cares?’

‘Don't you care about me now?’

‘I always don't care.’

Your flushed cheek lightly nuzzled into the warm sleeve of the hoodie you had on. The smooth fabric lingered across the side of your face, and the faint scent of freshly baked pizza mingled intertwined with the musk of laundry detergent as you softly sighed.

Another text bubble appears and types for a long time then disappears.  

After a pause, a few more buzzes emerged from your phone, ‘Open up, stupid.’ The text finally read, the irritation palpable from the one line as the faint tapping noises on the glass pane grew increasingly louder. ‘It's cold out here.’

You blink at the text, looking up from your phone. 

Opening up the window latch for him, Donnie wiggled his way inside as complaints sputtered from his mouth, stumbling in an attempt to regain his balance. "One more minute out there and I would have frozen my shell out there, [y/n]. Y'know hyperthermia can happen around above 40°F?"  Donnie's dark eyebrows knit together, harboring a soft annoyance there, although it didn’t spread to the rest of his face. He was smiling satisfyingly and his dark brown eyes gleamed. 

There were faint cuts across his emerald cheeks, one, in particular, ran down his bottom lip. Donnie seemed to catch your sudden observing before raising both of his hands defensively to reassure you with the waggle of his eyebrows, "Ah! Tis but a scratch, my dearest.” The turtle mused, “Don't you worry your pretty little head-"

Breath held without thinking, the suspended air caught at the top of your throat like a minute grasped instead of recklessly spent. Before he can say anything else, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

You nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and the tip of your nose bumped against his cheek. The crinkling of your smile fainted as you tilted your head so that your lips could meet firmly and happily at last, his neck burning up at your sudden peck of affection.  As he pulled back sheepishly, he kissed the bridge of your nose with a light chuckle and his eyes opened to see yours shining bright.

He halts when your fingertips bump the stretched fabric of his purple mask, laying his warm finger on the tip of your bottom lip. His head tilts the slightest bit, just enough for his spilled-ink irises to latch onto yours. "You doing okay?" Donatello whispered through half lidded gaze before your eyes flickered down to the jut of his chin. 

Lips ever-so-slightly parted, you nodded then a soft, warm exhale ending in an almost imperceptible hum into his chest.

“Just missed ya, Donnie.”

[rin-rin-winter]

Idk, I just woke up and wanted to paint something, the choice fell onto the old sketch I had in my sketchbook

Maybe I should draw more in traditional?

Maybe you guys have something in mind that you would like me to draw with turtles?

[someone-named-adel]

Thought of the moment:

The Guys would have trouble getting an MC in a series/movie set in the Middle Ages to have good hygiene and bathe at least three times a week.

(Since, historically speaking, middle age hygiene wasn't very good-)

[iridescentmidnights]

April's favorite Turtle?

A good cool aunt doesn't have a favorite kiddo 😎 she loves them equally!!

it's Mikey but like every other canon April its also Donnie even though I wish I could be biased and say it's Leo but that's be a real fib

[starfoxnerd4instinct]

So apparently Aleks was the vocalist for the TMNT intro cover before the collab announcement (not surprised they've pre-recorded those, still rip to him being an absolute menace on stage in a Luke cosplay... Next year), so you could say Luke's a massive TMNT fan

And he definitely striking me as a Mikey fan, just saying~

EDIT: Dude confirmed it on his socials that it was him. Goated

[mcmadcanvas]

My very first piece with Copic markers, a three marker challenge of Mikey!

RV13, BG15, Y19

[turtlesoup1990]

1000 times better than the elevator scene from 50 Shades of Grey

[pianocat939]

blurb request(I think they're still open) touch starved Mc with yan 2012 tmnt. Like, MC wasn't really held or hugged as a kid, so they don't know how to react to cuddles and such, but they really want to be held. I don't know if I said this in an understandable way, so I'm sorry. Have a great day/night

This is my first 2012 content I think other than the headcanons- I put it off bcs I’m not used to writing them as I am with rise so like- you know, having to go back to the headcanons to check over some things. (Consistency is pretty important to me)

Tw: Donnie is a bit obsessive in perhaps a creepy way-, Mikey is clingy af, brief mentioning of kidnapping but doesn't actually occur

Mom but make it Boomer:

He's willing to hug and cuddle, but it's not necessarily his favourite way of showing affection. But the closer you are the more willing he is. Just ask and he'll be like "c'mere" while his eyes are glued to the TV- If he sees you standing there awkwardly (because you're nervous to ask him) he'll pat the spot beside him.

Raging little hamster:

Bro acts like he doesn't really like it but secretly he does. He just doesn't want to show himself being all vulnerable and soft- unless if he's actually confessed his feelings or kidnapped you. If you ask him he'll kind of begrudgingly give you it but in the inside he's jumping around in joy. In other words, he's always willing, just doesn't show it.

Damn No Bitches:

Here's my opinion: he's extremely willing as long as he isn't super focused on something (like his experiments) but when you do hug or cuddle him, he'll be kinda creepy about it. His obsessive traits leak through and he can't help but quietly mumble a few things to himself. (Most of the time it's like "wow, I'm finally so close to you").

Miami People Getting Thrown:

Literally, this dude is already so clingy you won't even have to ask because he will already be clinging to you- It's his favourite pastime. In fact, I say you might even get overwhelmed by how he bombards you with physical affection after having none for so long. You'll probably have to push him off gently for a break- if you can get him off that is.

[brightlotusmoon]

Someone new to the TMNT fandom: Wow, the 2012 CGI show really loved its horror film references didn't they-

Me: (explodes through the wall with coffee): Okay so the show runners were huge huge horror film nerds. Like, how they got away with Pizza Face and the Mom Thing still astounds me. They got horror film legends as guest voices.

Sometimes I feel like they looked back at what 4Kids got away with for the 2003 series, gave it fingerguns, then ran with it through a burning building designed by MC Escher. Have you heard about the full history of Ice Cream Kitty? You wanna be really disturbed with some bizarre Fridge Brilliance that keeps morphing into Fridge Horror? Did you know I pushed the ADHD Mikey headcanon until it became canon?

[calebscornerofart]

some base building

[rae-iin]

💖AEON BLOODLINE: A TMNT MASTERLIST💚

note:

💟technically my fics are character/sxoc(becuz tbh i cant be bothered writing y/n or reader am i the only one annoyed writing it especially when dialogue is mentioned??)

💟i only write fem!ph mc’s becuz its rare to see books with mc’s that are of filipino heritage or having filipino/southeast asian features in general, so thats whyyy if nobody wants to do it then ill do it myself! but anyone can read it as a character/sxreader/self-insert cuz i mostly write on second pov so everyone can interact with it.

💟 also english is not my native tongue so correct me or gimme some tips to improve my writing! warning tho im a sensitive betch so spare me ur rage✨

PUBLISHED:

DESPERADO • the last ronin (future! mikey x reader)

After being saved by one of your clients, you're life as a prostitute changes to a journey of motherhood.

EUPHORIA • rise!tmnt (various x reader)

The turtle brothers visit April at the wrong time — oh no! She has some family over. Quickly boys! Find a good place to hide before they spot you!

COLLIDE • bayv!tmnt (various x reader)

What's it like being the spoiled daughter and the only child of New York's most influential scientist?

UNPUBLISHED:

DRINK COFFEE, EAT MY PIE • bayv!raph x reader

In a world where humans and mutants coexist, your family clan and the Hamato family clan are well-known for their status and money. An arranged marriage contract between you and the Hamato’s second son. A story of one-sided love, or is it one-sided?

DEAREST, NUMBER SIX • 2012!donnie x reader

six years. six months. six weeks. six days. six hours. six minutes. ...but it took you nothing to toss me aside.

PART OF YOUR WORLD • bayv!leo x mermaid!reader

Your love for him was like the ocean, vast and beautiful. But like the ocean — it was blue and like a salty wave...it has it’s limits.

[jmrothwell]

Fic writer asks:

4, 11, 16, 24, 44, 70

(there are too many great questions!)

Thank you thank you! They are really good questions!! (found here)

Long post is long so there's a read more cut. (Question 16. (How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?) gets especially long because I decided I want to discuss all my WIPs.)

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

This is a wonderful question, and honestly it depends. Some ideas definitely are me reading or watching something and forming an AU around that. Sometimes it's listening to music and a vibe strikes me that I am like I must write a story that fits this vibe. Other times, I'll be daydreaming and a single scene will pop into my mind and haunt me until I write it down which usually leads to creating the world and circumstances to allow that scene to happen. Sometimes I get an impulsive (in the cases of my darker angstier stuff intrusive thought) and my brain is like wouldn't that be messed up? (Like Crash Pad, Ch 11 solely happened because I built the backstory for the POV character and brain went, you know what't be really screwed up?)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh geez. But there are so many good fics!! At this moment the immediate top 3 that jumped in my head were:

-It's a supernatural delight by @invisibleraven (JatP fic) -Trip of My Life (Every Time You're Touching Me) by @daintyduck99 (JatP fic) -Prince Charming's Jacket by hitechlatte (Rise TMNT fic)

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So most of my fic ideas are in some WIP phase. (I'm serious when I saw I need a focus schedule to help me out) We Run Together - This next chapter is all Reggie being all anxiety riddled because Cam and Bobby take him shopping . . .still not sure if we're gonna get to the plane ride this chapter or next. Bobby's first since turning and Reggie's first period. . .it's a miserable affair for the two of them. I have this mental image of them during a layover just sprawled in the waiting away noses shoved in some sort of fast food bag or peppermint bag fighting off the queasiness of being trapped in a metal tube with a bunch of people, including young kids. . Hello Baby June, Goodbye Heart - I keep going back an reading what we have for the next chapter and all our notes. I don't know how much Ash is ok with me gushing about details bu I'll just say the stuff we've got planned it's literally that meme of "give me fic. 'you have to write it.' no write only fic." A lot of of my JatP wips are on rotisserie skewers in my brain right now, rotating, coming into view, reminding me of their presence, enticing me to work on them. And they ALL have moments that I am like, you were the scene! The reason I started this fic in the first place and I still haven't gotten to you yet!! . Crash and Burn - Gotta get through this last chapter of Crash Pad, which is gonna be fun. But then Glowing Embers!! Aaaah, the Donnie POV side of Crash Pad!! Especially Ch 9-11 of Crash Pad like I am at that point of must write this that I have worked myself into a frenzied state where writing is no longer possible . Finally the Donnie Double AU - This AU has so much angst potential. Right now I have two planned fics for it. An unnamed one where Mikey goes after the Donnie Duplicate to try and coax him back to the lair. Only instead he sets him off. And like I said, it gets angsty. The Donnie Duplicate 1000% believes he is OG Donnie, it is hardwired into him, no amount of evidence is going to convince him otherwise. Also hardwired into him is the belief that the only way to get his life back is to kill the entity that stole it from him i.e. OG Donnie. Which leads me to the second planned fic Meant to Be(working title, it may change). This is the reader insert(possibly OC) led fic. Essentially the premise is Donnie Duplicate runs into MC, and initially begins clinging to them out of an 'I just lost my entire support system' desperation that turns into a really unhealthy obsessive possessiveness. When I say it is pulling a lot of vibes, especially the planned ending, from Meant to be Yours from Heathers the Musical I ain't lying. In fact most of the vibe songs I am pulling for this lean into dark and angsty feels. Straight up have been listening to a song called Stalker's Tango on a loop for planning parts of this fic

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Hmmmmmm, this ones tough, if it was bad advice I most likely purged it from my mind. The thing is sometimes what is great advice for one person and their way of writing may be terrible advice for some one else. Like even the write daily advice, I think this is great advice. But it needs to be tailored to some extent. When I got back into fic writing I worked myself to the point where I am now needing to reevaluate my expectations of me and my writing. Because I can no longer keep up with the way I wrote a few years ago. The same advice I would have thought was great then would kill me now.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

This question would be easier if I had a regular beta XD. Personal mistake of my own that I keep noticing, I don't let the story breath enough.

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I have no hesitations telling people I write. I might not always discuss what the stories themselves are. But the brilliant thing about fanfiction is I don't have to, I can just talk about the joy of exploring the characters outside of canon, exploring how they would behave in different circumstances. At my sister's wedding a couple years ago, most people didn't even care about the what I was writing, more on the how I found the time. Because this was when I was in peak production mode, where I was slowly burning myself out with the sheer amount of writing I was doing without pacing myself at all.

[rin-rin-winter]

Merman dolphin MC :3

[someone-named-adel]

Okay okay, listen to me

First of all, this is a somewhat (actually not so much) recent thought, so it has no coherence or anything like that.

Listen, listen (actually it would be read?-)

We already have the Isekai through a video game and a series, but but BUT

How about an Isekai a little bit out of the norm?

Like, it has all the usual stuff, the guys stalking (can it be considered as such?) MC since they is the favorite character of the four and blah blah blah blah.

Nothing changes up to that point

BUT

Let's add something else to the formula.

One day, MC feels weird, but in the sense that everything is weird.

The bed they're woke up in, the color of the walls of the place they woke up in, the decor, even their body feels weird.

THte looks down at their hands, and all they can see are green hands, with only three fingers.

Hands that obviously don't belong to him.

Panicking, they starts to get upset (obviously).

Where am I?

Whose body is this?

Is it my idea or am I taller/shorter than before?

Why are there posters, pictures, figurines and more of me around the room?

Is it inside the room of some stalker obsessed with me?

Questions of that kind start pouring out of their mind in a frantic manner.

MC doesn't know what's going on, they doesn't even know if they are sleeping or not, they doesn't even know if they are dead or alive, they just knows there's something terribly wrong.

Okay to make a long story short, MC accidentally mind-melded with one of the four brothers, and the other three don't know that, but they are a bit suspicious of their "brother" because he's not acting like before.

So, MC feels trapped, they are in an unknown world, in an foreign body, and with people who are strangely attached to them.

Notice how their eyes light up when talking about them, how they look at their video game/series/movie like it's their only reason for living, and how they are so aggressive when someone outside of them mentions something about “MC”.

That, plus the strange obsessive thoughts that come up at times in their mind, which are always in the main character.

So there is this situation where MC is trapped in the body of this turtle brother and is bombarded by his obsessive thoughts daily (at this moment they doubt that it is only them in possession of the body, it is not discarded the possibility that both minds merged or both minds are living together, since it is a fact that MC would never have obsessive thoughts for themselves), adding to the demonstration of the other mutant turtles' own obsession, who start to worry about their brother, since he has stopped interacting so actively in conversations about MC (which is, like, almost the only thing they talk about) and seems more distant, also, why does he flinch when one of them mentions a fact about MC? , Why does he sometimes say that what they say is a lie and states the opposite of what they say?

Why does he seem to know more about MC than they do?

It is clear that their dear brother has something on his mind, and they are anxious to know what is so much on his mind, as they wish their brother would go back to his old self.

Because really, this new version of their brother is starting to bother them....