#adhd mikey

[goodforwho]

Pibi. Could you... Could you explain the sibling dynamics of the brotherhood turtles??? I'm kinda curious on how they act.

(ask em inglês caso queira que a fandom inglês entenda tmb :^] )

Amazing question! So let's look at it

They get grounded together a lot too, mostly because they take all the blame so their siblings don't suffer as much (as Splinter's punishments are no fun). You can consider them besties who can't stop arguing

"I'm no slave, Leo!" Says Donnie while he wants to work on his hiperfixations. It is not like he doesn't do things for the team, he just needs his own time

They are always making silly duets of musicals or quoting space heroes around each other. (By the way, Mikey does a lot of things in secret so Leo doesn't get upset)

Raph can be very angry most of the time, but she cares SO MUCH about her siblings. She screams lower when with Donnie. Shes used to Donnie's screams, and Donnie is used to hers

Mikey really has no malice, they're just a blob of a smol being and tries their best to make everyone family, even if it costs their own happiness. Raph just wants everyone to be safe, feelings later

This is probably my favorite duo of the whole iteration. Something about mutual understanding between a very quiet person and the most hyperactive of the siblings is very appealing. They just get along SO well

Anyways, thanks for the question anon! It was very fun to draw this

[raftah]

With and without eyebrows for Donnie LOL, I forgot it the first time

I still have no idea what the heck I'm doing so bear with me while I figure Tumblr pit

[baskeigh-ball]

Back at the lair… what will they do

Short update I know :’) side note, don’t expect crazy detailed backgrounds because the movie lair is actually a nightmare to draw /hj

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[dysfunctional-doodle]

I had a couple of doodles that I made into a very quick comic for by demon party dude. It’s kinda bad but I owe you something for my complete radio silence lol.

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[bajaja-blast]

i can’t explain it but these characters are so autistic imo

EDITED BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ADD

[hitwiththefandomz]

Found a meme randomly and had to draw Mikey in it. It was just too perfect not too

Original under the cut

I found this image randomly on Pinterest so I unfortunately don’t know the original creator :(

[joonipertree]

Pro-racer!Jiro x insecure!reader

drabble that started it all

the smut that isn't done yet but will be uploaded at some point

Thank u everyone who asked for a part 2, it motivated me a lot i hope u like this as much as i do!

When you heard the door of your apartment open, your body stiffened. It hadn't been that long since Mikey left, only 5 pm and he said he'd be back by ten so it confused you. But you didn't get up from under your blanket, didn't run out and hug him in greeting. You stayed silent and still, wondering maybe it was your imagination and then morbidly thinking an intruder got in. You wouldn't want an intruder to come in but Mikey just wasn't someone you wanted to see in that moment.

Your bedroom door opened, your ears already knowing it was coming from the footsteps that came before it. You had become a statue, closing your eyes in hopes that he'd think you're sleeping and move on.

Maybe he needed to pick something up? Maybe the work ended early? In your head, the possibility of him finding out about the picture and coming home because of it just didn't make sense. Because in that moment, your worth didn't add up into anything important.

Mikey didn't say anything, his feet pattered in and your side of the bed suddenly had a figure standing over it. Now, it would be very easy to become anxious aboutt an intruder, how maybe a demon was lurking over you. But Mikey's breathing was as familiar to you as your own. His footsteps had become something that you could pick out in a storm. His presence was enveloping even when a blanket was over you. You knew it was him and you hoped he didn't check to see if you were awake.

Then, a weight pressed you deeper into the softness of the bed, squishing your cheek into the pillow as all your sides were given a new source of heat. Mikey's cheek lay against your head, legs and arms sprawled to your sides and body completely on top of you. It wasn't the most comfortable but he wasn't that heavy in the first place so you weren't being crushed.

"I know you're awake, you think I can't tell my baby's breathing apart?" His voice came from besides your ear, deep and soft and gentle. You shivered involuntarily.

"You gonna show your pretty face or am I gonna have to rip the blanket off of you?"

You stayed still, not having an escape plan or a way to deescalate the situation. There really was no easy answer, so you stayed silent as if that would solve every issue known to man.

And of course, it was very easy for Mikey to peel away extra layer of protection. You felt the cold air hit your cheeks, your face taking the initiative to cover your eyes against the pillow so there would be no eye contact.

An exasperated sigh left Mikey’s lips but he was stubborn if anything so your body went deeper into the mattress from his body weight. He peppered you with kisses like he always did and your body relaxed under the onslaught of affection. Your head cleared for the first time in the last hour and every second you were in his presence was enough to assure you of his love. But the image of the comments flashed in your head, so easily. People saying that he and the model looked good together, that they would make a pretty couple, that it made sense. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was a reason people were saying it. Of course there was, you had eyes. And the question that was begging to get out of you sat on your tongue like a weight. 

And with some difficulty, you unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth and spoke with every fiber of your body protesting against it. 

“Why are you dating me?”

The silence that followed was deafening and felt like a burial for your emotions. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say, second guessing your worries and your thoughts. Eating your words would have been easier, shutting up would probably keep the remnants of your relationship together. Of course, your relationship didn’t feel like it was on its last leg but love was blind wasn’t it? People hid secrets easily enough. And the question in your head wasn’t necessarily if he loved you but couldn’t he love someone better?

“Your laugh gets squeaky when you giggle for too long.”

A pause. You still couldn’t look at him. 

“The way you talk about your favourite characters is filled with so much passion and nuance, I know for a fact that that doesn’t just apply to them. You do a cute thing where you break eye contact with me when you stare at me for too long, we’ve been together for four years. You annoy me every day when I don’t pay attention to you and then take your revenge by eating my food.”

Your eyes were blurry from the unshed tears that threatened to break free and all Mikey could do was kiss your cheek as he continued his list. 

“Your hands are very small in mine and you give me extra meat on my plate when you think I’m not looking and you pat babu on his headlights like he’s precious to you. You complain about having to take care of a big baby like me but do it anyway. And you cackle every time you put my hair in pigtails like it's the most evil plan. We spent fifteen minutes the other day doing basic math when tryna bake something and ended up getting flour everywhere. What a silly question for you to ask, honey.” 

You sniffled and let him turn your head so you could see the crinkling of the corner of Mikey’s eyes and the gentle smile he reserved for only you. And as much as you wanted to let it go then and there, your fist still punched his shoulder, albeit with no strength in it. 

“Then why was your face so close to that model, you jackass?” Another fist landed on his chest but he didn’t budge at all, cradling your face that didn’t wanna venture too far away from his hand. “I get that she’s pretty but you can’t just do that to me!! Am I not enough? Do you think it’s fine cuz it's a photoshoot? Cuz no! I don’t like it at all!!! You fucker! You piece of shit!”

Mikey sighed, closing his eyes for a second before saying, “it’s not what it looks like.”

The scripted sounding line made you see red as your foot kicked him almost reflexively in the stomach. He fell back onto the bed, legs and arms spread as he groaned at the impact. You took the chance to get up and begin walking out of the room. 

“I know it looks bad but genuinely! Not what you think it is!” 

The pillow you threw at him shut him up real quick and he was left laying there in a disgruntled ball. The door slammed shut behind you as you stomped your way into the guest bedroom, closing with less intensity as your anger fizzled out as soon as you went inside. You sat down on the bed, the photo burned into your retina and every single comment going through your head like you’re scrolling through your phone at that exact moment. 

After half an hour, the door to the room opened and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. This didn’t change the position you were in, a small ball of pity on one corner of the bed. There were two thumps on the side table next to you and after some shuffling, the door opened and closed. You waited five minutes before peeking from your blanket. A glass of water sat on the table along with your phone, precariously placed in your direction. You looked around and saw the room being empty before you chugged the water down. 

Your phone pinged with a notification from Mikey’s instagram. He posted something while the two of you were in an active fight? That bitch-

You picked up your phone, stared at your lockscreen of Mikey and you with your cheeks pressed together and opened his page despite yourself. It was a video with the caption ‘thanks for sending this @luvrboisanzu’. The video played on its own, a few seconds before the camera had captured the photo that had caused this whole ordeal. The model was seen hovering behind him, leaning down with her hand stretching out towards his face. There was no hesitance in Mikey’s hand shooting up and grabbing her wrist, glaring at her before glaring at the director telling him to ‘let her’.

“It’s just for the camera! People will love it!” The old man persisted before Mikey stood up from his seat. 

“I’m taken and I’m bored. We must have enough by now, right?” Mikey’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, eyes sharp and steady. 

“Oh come on, a few more won’t hurt right? Think of your fans---” The director pushed on and the air around Mikey changed immediately. It grew more stifling, his eyes narrowing at the man. 

Silence, no one knew what to say before Ken-chin brought over Mikey's jacket. Mikey began leaving, ignoring the stammering staff members that were asking him to stay. 

“Oof,” a sound came from behind the camera and you instantly recognized it as Haruchiyo, “dude bro really shouldn't have pushed it.” 

And the video ended.

You stared at the screen for a second, noticing the little red circle on his profile. You clicked it without thinking, the video that played took a second for you to process. 

Sanzu had posted it on his story and tagged @bikerboi_manjiro, Mikey had shared it on his story. The main focus was Mikey, his hair up in a ponytail while he played patty cake with someone that you instantly realised was you off camera. The memory was clear in your head, from a few months ago when you were on the sidelines watching haru fuck around with Mikey under the guise of a makeover. His nails were painted metallic silver, his nose was grazed with blush and he had graphic liner adorning his eyes. 

The main problem with filming was his lack of attention span and inability to sit still. So he'd often just move around or eat the snacks or bound over to you for your affection. In this instance, the two of you were bored and ended up just stuck in a long game of patty cake. 

Mikey, in the video, watched your hands fumble and grinned brightly before grabbing your hands in his. You remembered how flustered you had gotten from his stare, you two had been together for a long time but his gaze still felt too much to you at times. Mikey broke down laughing seeing you all blushy, eyes squeezing shut and leaning closer towards you. 

The story left your screen and you were left with a swirl of emotions which you could only describe as embarrassed, awed and grateful. As well as just a tiny bit pissed that he thinks that he could post himself being cute and you'd walk out the door back into his arms?? He was right, of course. But it still pissed you off.

So you dragged your ass out of the guest room and instantly noticed his napping form on the living room couch. Mikey's head was against the couch cushion, eyes closed and hair spread out like a halo. 

And without much warning, you plopped yourself on his lap. His eyes instantly shot open, instantly focused on you as you made yourself comfortable on your seat. Mikey's arms went around your waist, soothing your back with his large hand as you laid your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking you….and punching you….and doubting you.” You whispered.

Mikey snorted, “couldn't have asked for a better kick. And it's fine, I would've kicked myself too if I could. Sorry it came to this.” 

“I shouldn't have thought you would do anything with another person….you never gave me a reason to believe that.” You squeezed him against you as much as you could, letting him soak in your warmth.

“You're always so hard on yourself, you know that? Always think the worst of yourself. Which is very annoying when I look at you and I see the best person I could possibly be with. I really don't think you understand how lucky I am to be dating you.” Mikey whispered, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, letting you melt into him.

“I'm just me.” You whined, too focused on his lips on your skin than your words.

“And you are something that is so rare and precious that it's a miracle I found you. You think I can walk down the street or go into a photo shoot and find someone like you? I could spend lifetimes searching and not get close, yet here you are…in my lap.” Manjiro's kisses had turned into light nibbling , hand curling so that the back of his nails could graze your spine, causing you to shiver.

“You're a very silly little baby aren't you, honey? Having these silly thoughts. You don't need to stress your pretty head about it, no not at all.” Mikey spoke gently, voice soft and buttery. And you just whined into his shoulder, letting his words fog up your brain and close your eyes.

Mikey's long fingers made their way into your hair, scratching your scalp enough for your nerves to come alive and cause shivers run down your back. His nails reached the nape of your neck and a little whimper forced its way out of your throat. 

“Mh-hm.” Mikey hummed, rocking from side to side. Your head was stuck in a dream-like state, body melted against his own with barely any thoughts left. 

“Jiro.” You whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your boyfriend only chuckled, playing with the hem of your shorts, asking for permission. And oh, you wanted him so badly.

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"Let's go outside?" WIP

I'll finish it later

[brightlotusmoon]

@sacredartist33013 I found this and thought of you and our conversations about 2012 Mikey with all his psychic and mystic potentials.

TMNT 2012 Mikey Headcanon #160

New ideas for new Mikey The Lifegiver stories!

Now that his brothers in some part share in his (natural, Kraang enhanced) psychic abilities, Michelangelo has been doing one on one training at very random times. He still needs Master Splinter spiritually to work with him one on one, but it gives him ideas of how to start sensei-ing his big brothers.

Raph - He never expected “Raphael, Projective Empath” to be on his resume, but he likes it now, so long as he can learned to separate and compartmentalize his own emotions during battle. Once he can sort out the emotional state of his opponents, he can grab those and tweak them - fear, doubt, rage, panic. He hates overdoing it, it makes him exhausted and drained. But after he accidentally killed two street criminals with their own fear-induced heart attacks, he goes to Mikey for tips. He doesn’t feel guilt but he does hope to not cause sudden death.

Don - His connection to Mikey is sounds and words, essentially telepathy. He sometimes senses his brother rifling through his surface thoughts when he’s reading a text or doing an experiment. Mikey’s interest in the soft sciences, plus neurology, makes Donnie slap a lab coat on Mike and title him Field Medic. Donnie learns that in battle, he can sometimes hear or read the intentions of his enemies and his lightning brain calculates the proper steps. Most of the time he doesn’t know he’s doing it.

Leo - Leo is officially Mikey’s keeper, in the spiritual way. Mikey’s connection to him is visuals, colors, clairvoyance. Leo still insists he leads their dances, which Mike just finds comical. They work on remote viewing a lot. Leo still can’t get Mikey to meditate the way he does, but he doesn’t mind the music nor how Mikey dances as he meditates.

April - These two are partners in psionic mischief. They love playing games, especially competitions. Casey Jones is often a moving target. In fact, Casey became a close confidant once he and Donnie both started dating April together. Michelangelo’s gloom over not fitting in often fades completely for a while when April gives him presents and initiates telepathic conversations that go on for hours. She rants about her two boyfriends, he rants about his two girlfriends, they wind up bringing Ice Cream Kitty into it and it becomes a slumber party.

Renet: She is just thrilled to be with Mikey when her time traveling allows. The strong deep love he has with Shinigami doesn’t bother her, she’s done polyamory before. The fact that Michelangelo sometimes, with effort, will breach time to call to her sends happy shivers through her. Shini is warming up to her. In fact, Shini is the only one who can calm Mike down during sudden outbursts of anything from depression to seizures to uncontrolled psychic bursts. Renet wants him to be cared for, and Shini does that, when she’s not with Karai being mushy ninja girlfriends.

See, the upcoming new fic will happen after the events of “Owari” and the Kavaxas storyline and the When Worlds Collide arc. But beyond that I’m all AU. That means Capritello and Shinirai and Shiniangelo and Renetangelo and Ramona and eventual Leorai. The end of the series is already published, now I get to tell stories leading up to “Children Of The Sun”.

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Surprise attack from BIG BRO

(One of my favourite things about this show is close the four bros are!!)

[mischief-night-ghost]

I talk about my chemical romance a completely normal human amount, what are you talking about that I'm "autistic" and "need help"

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Draxum's Nightmare: An ROTTMNT Post-Movie Comic, part 4/9

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[milomustdie]

When you look at pictures of my chemical romance (specifically Frank and Gerard) and you giggle and laugh because they’re your hyperfixation but suddenly nothing is fun anymore because you wish you were a boy

Which is strange to me because I enjoy being a girl. But I can’t help but feel as if I’m missing out, you know?

(Oh god i wish i were a boy in the early 2000s I wanna start a band)

[harveylikestoart]

*smiles*

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Mikey’s attention span is…something else. Not his fault everything is so distracting all the time!

Based on this anon ask which I fell in love with!

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[qoldenskies]

donnie's "my space needs to be perfectly and traditionally clean and organized and sterile and if anything is out of place i will start tweaking" neurodivergence vs leo's "my space needs to be reflective of me and my organized chaos and it needs to Feel like mine at all times and if someone cleans it without my constant input i will start tweaking" neurodivergence Fight. donnie sprays febreze in leo's room because he thinks it smells bad and leo attacks him