#mikey ace's version

[tmnt-aces-version]

So I just hit 400 followers on my IG

(BLOWN AWAY BY THAT)

(Rules and info below if ur interested in participating)

you can:

-change the poses (just keep the general idea)

-add any other TMNT (Ace's version) Characters (only if they've got an official design or one approved by me)

RULES:

-NO TRACING OR AI. entries with those WILL be disqualified

-due September 1st (extensions can and will be given if needed)

- NO NSFW

-please don't include ships that aren't previously approved by me

- Tag or DM me with your entery and use #agb400dtiys

PRIZES

4th place: full body lineart of ONE character

3rd place: Full body flat colour of ONE character

2nd place: Half body full colour & shaded of two characters

1st place: official TMNT (Ace's version) design of your OC and a character sheet OR a full body full colour and shaded of two characters

Without text or lighting:

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

SUPRISE! PG 1&2 of my TMNT iteration comic! I have no idea how much I'm gonna be able to draw. cause I'm starting school next week & idk if I'll have motivation.

masterpost / next

[carminecherry]

THE SUMMER HEAT, THE COOL CAFE | mikey sano

this is part one of the series kill the lights

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!biker!mikey sano x fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: after moving by yourself to tokyo, you black out at a party and wake up with a new friend. as she sweeps you up in her fast-paced city life, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for her mysterious brother. but something dark is brewing in the city. as his past threatens to resurface, mikey must fight not only physical enemies but the mental battle of his feelings for you. he can't resist you , but could he ever forgive himself if something happened to you? he'll love you selfishly and protect you savagely.

⇝ PART ONE LENGTH: 2.8k words

⇝ PART ONE WARNINGS: N/A (18+ minors do not interact):

all characters are 20+; Alternate Universe! Canon Divergent. you go out for coffee with emma after meeting at a mutual friend's house party. a friendship blossoms, but you can't seem to get a certain biker out of your head.

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been haunted by this mikey fic for almost a year! I hope you all can enjoy the drama and popcorn fiction of the world of the mikey-verse. we'll keep it fun and flirty and I PROMISE the build up will be worth it ;) it starts off slow, but there is gratuitous smut later in the series. keep an eye on the tags and stay safe! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

The city has become a concrete jungle. The summer sun roasting the land beneath it. Lavishing in its task; making the hours creep by ever so slowly. Even after the sun goes down, the heat sets into the earth like a deep rot. 

You step out of your apartment, the distant star glaring down. The buzzing of the cicadas makes the heavy, humid air vibrate in an unpleasant way. You always hated summer and summers in Tokyo were a special hell. The way your clothes would cling to your sweaty body. How the muggy, wet air thickened your breath. And that's all before you consider the insects. 

One of the few blessings of living in the city was that there weren’t as many bugs here as in your childhood home. However, you didn’t have a parent here to kill or catch the scary ones that would occasionally make their way into your apartment and you didn’t have the heart or stomach to deal with them. 

A particularly ferocious looking cockroach had been in your sanctuary last night, which meant you had spent the better part of an hour making a very convincing argument for it to walk out of the balcony door. All the while, praying nothing else would fly in. Cursing and mentally tallying the money pouring out into the hot summer night as your AC ran at full blast. Fall couldn’t come soon enough. 

Today was particularly blistering. Your phone already growing hot in the short distance to the train station. If you hadn’t made plans in a better, more social mood, you could still be curled up under your AC. You cursed the gregarious version of yourself from the other night. The crowded train swaying, other passengers bumping into you with each motion. But It was too early in the friendship to flake now.

You had met her through a mutual friend at a house party. You were still relatively new to the city and didn’t have a community yet. Blessedly, it turns out you had a good friend from university living close by. Earlier in the week, out of the blue, he had reached out. The two of you had studied hard and partied harder as undergraduates. While he seemed to be making something of his fashion design degree, if his immaculately curated luxury loft were any indicator of success, you were busting your ass to make ends meet. 

Your job at the small combination cafe and bookshop was aesthetic and cozy but ultimately a placeholder until you found a job in your industry. Maybe you should’ve done Fashion Design after all. 

You wanted to catch up with him the other night, maybe even do some networking at his house party, but you had barely been able to get two sentences in before he was called off to talk to other party-goers. This had left you in your worst, admittedly nicely decorated, nightmare. 

This solitude and anxiety had led to you sipping awkwardly from one too many drinks. But the alcohol had eased your nerves enough for you to talk to another girl at the party. Regrettably, much of your conversion had been lost to the liquor, but meeting for coffee today had been nailed down before you lost too much of your sense. 

You winced in embarrassment, rubbing away the ghost of your hangover from the other night. You hope you hadn’t made a fool of yourself, and if you had, you hope that she doesn’t remember it either. 

Just then, your phone buzzed with a notification. Emma, the girl from the party’s name flashes on your phone screen. You tapped it quickly and read, 

“I’m so sorry, my ride fell through but I got another one. I’m running a little late but I’m on my way!” 

Thank god. Your heart had dropped seeing the preview of the message, thinking she was about to cancel. You quickly type back, 

“No sweat! I’ll see if I can snag us any of the good seats ;)”  

You don’t imagine it’ll be too busy since it’s that golden window after breakfast and before lunch, but the “good seats” are always the first to go. The thought of having to sit out on the balcony in this weather makes you cringe. The train lurches to a halt and you get your elbows up, worming your way out of the crowded car. The joys of Tokyo living.

You idly make your way to your destination, wishing there was some sort of breeze to ease the waves of hot air rising from the concrete. The streets are dotted with only a handful of other people; everyone else must be smart enough to stay inside today. There are a few cars on the road, the way the wind shifts around them as they zip past throws off an uncomfortable, hot gust.

You turned the corner to cut back to some of the side streets, there were usually less cars there; more pedestrian friendly. You’d usually opt for a cozier, more hole-in-the-wall type of cafe like the one you worked at, but Emma had insisted that she wanted to try the new seasonal drink at this place. 

This location was often not as busy as you would expect from one of the most popular coffee joints in Tokyo. Well, the world. But ever since tourists started coming back to Japan, it was becoming more difficult to anticipate the crowds. You rounded the corner and neared the big wooden doors. 

The cicadas were noisy as hell, even here. You noticed there was something masked by the buzzing. A revving? The sound rapidly approached and in moments was bearing down on you. You jumped back, securely on the sidewalk as a motorcycle screeched to a halt. The sudden appearance of the two riders on its back catching nearby eyes. 

The driver of the bike was dressed head to toe in black, matching his sleek black bike. You could practically see the heat waves rolling off of the leather biker jacket that stretched across a broad back and tightened over what were sure to be muscular shoulders. 

You questioned how and why anyone could wear that getup in this weather. The smaller figure on the back was more sensibly dressed in light, loose clothes, the outfit accentuating their feminine features. She tugged off her helmet, golden locks tumbled free of their confines.

“Jesus! It’s too hot to be wearing a damn helmet, Mikey! I think it messed up my hair” she whined, shoving the helmet into the hands of the figure named Mikey. She tossed her hair a few times in an attempt to fluff some life back  into what was matted by the helmet. She was stunning regardless. He made no move to take off his headwear, the visor an impenetrable black, betraying no feature of the face beneath. 

“That’s a long way to say thank you.” He returned dully. She gave him a shove as she hopped off the bike. Turning on her heel she offered, “Thank you.” The words dripped in sarcasm. He nodded, seemingly satisfied despite the tone. Emma turned again, eyes finally locking on you. They’re a pretty honey color slightly darker than her hair. 

“EEE! Oh my god! It’s so good to see you!” She squeals, rushing over to hug you. The sudden physical affection catches you off guard. You hope she doesn’t feel how sweaty you are. “Hey~ I thought you were going to be late?!” You respond, giving a gentle squeeze back before slipping from her grip. You continue with a smile, “It’s great to see you too. Thanks for meeting up with me today.” 

She smiles back. She has a pretty smile that crinkles her nose and shows off her straight, white teeth. She’s as beautiful as you recalled from the party, despite your memory being hazy. As you admire the features of the woman in front of you, you feel a prickling on the back of your neck. That feeling when you know someone is watching you and you feel the world zoom in on the space around you. 

Your eyes dart up and land on the figure still seated on the bike. His stance unnaturally still. Despite the visor still blocking your view, you knew those were the eyes boring into you. You smiled awkwardly and offered a small wave to the figure sizing you up. He made no move to respond. Emma registered the situation and turned back to face Mikey. “You can go now.” In a tone so icy you almost forgot you were in the armpit of summer. 

“I’m gonna have Draken pick me up so don’t worry about hanging around.” With that she waved him off dismissively. There was a beat before her words registered and the biker’s head snapped forward, nodding sharply before revving his engine. You felt the reverberation in your bones. Then, in a bolt of jet black, he was gone. Your eyes lingered in the space where he’d been. 

“Sorry about him. He’s not good with new people.” Emma says, shaking her head and holding the door open. You step into the massive cafe, the cold air a welcome embrace. “It’s all good. Was he at the party the other night too?” You ask, eyes surveying the crowded room for an open table. “Nah, he had to work late. He’s also not much of a party person, believe it or not.” She says, lacing the end of her statement with sarcasm. “What?! No way!” You feign surprise. She shoulder bumps you playfully as the two of you make your way up to the second floor. You like her already.

Your mind replays their interactions from before and the dynamic wasn’t giving that of a romantic relationship. “So, how do you know him?” You ask, your eyes turning to the pretty blonde. “Oh! He’s my brother, Mikey!” She said with a hearty laugh. “Sorry! I should've introduced you!” She apologizes.  “It’s all good! He seemed like he had somewhere to be.” Your offer. She rolled her eyes, “He’s always rushing off somewhere, I’m surprised I was able to catch him today to give me a ride.” You look around the second floor for an open table to no avail. You say a prayer to a certain green mermaid that there will be seats on the third floor. 

“That’s brutal though. Working late on a Friday night and having to rush around on a Sunday.” Your homebody shudders at the thought of working on the weekends. “Yeah, well he’s too much of a busybody to sit around doing nothing. I don’t think he’s been relaxed since we were kids.” Her gaze drifts and you get the sense that conversation has reached its end. 

“Anyways, the party was a lot of fun! How do you know Yuuki?” you ask, changing the subject. “Oh, he’s actually friends with my boyfriend Draken and, I guess, acquaintances with Mikey.” The word acquaintances seemed to be doing some heavy lifting and the nosy side of you wanted to know more, but you locked onto the juicier topic.“Oh~ Boyfriend.” You tease. Of course a girl as pretty as Emma would be taken. “Does he have any single friends? Any cute ones? Could he hook me up?” You continue. 

She laughs, “Not many I think he would vouch for, but I can let him know there is an interested party.” Score! In more ways than one, there is an open window seat calling your name on the third floor. You set your bags down to claim the space. You sink into the plush seats to test them out, heavenly. She returns your question, “How about you, how do you know Yuuki?” 

“We were friends in university, we had some classes together. Actually, I was surprised to hear from him when I moved to the city. You know, we haven’t really talked since graduation. I don’t even know how he knew I moved here to be honest...” You say with a dry laugh. 

Come to think of it, you hadn’t questioned when his message slid into your DMs. Welcoming you to Tokyo and inviting you to his house party. Truthfully, you thought he might’ve been shooting his shot. He’s cute and the two of you had a little will-they-won't-they that never played out in university. But his complete dismissal of you at the party had been signal enough. 

“Either way, he used to throw ragers at his place back on campus and it seems like he’s perfected the craft here.” As you continue, Emma’s eyes drift out the large floor to ceiling windows and a scowl flashes across her face, too quick for you to notice. She whips her phone out under the low table and skillful fingers fly across the screen, stabbing out a message that is delivered before you end your sentence. If you listened closely, the sound of a bike might’ve been heard over the ambience of the crowded cafe.

You’re pulled out of your reverie by Emma, clapping her hands as she stands from her seat, sparkles in her eyes. “If you’re looking for a good party you found the right girl. I’m actually working as a promoter right now. If you ever want to go out, shoot me a message. I’ll put your name on the list!” A wide smile stretching across her face. “Only if you promise you’ll be there with me.” You counter, flashing your best puppy dog eyes. “It’s a deal.” She winks, “Let’s get our coffee before the line gets any longer.” You rise from your seat, the promise of caffeine is an attractive one and the two of you make your way to the counter. 

***

Coffee had been perfect. What nerves you had about meeting Emma had melted in her warm aura. She was walking sunshine. The afternoon had been filled with laughs and knee slaps, It had felt like home. Before you knew it, the day had gotten away from you. With a promise of coffee next Sunday, the two of you made your exits. 

Another biker pulled up in front of the cafe. His build is slightly taller than Mikey’s. His bike was cool and looked more retro from what limited knowledge you had. Emma practically glowed as she skipped to the man. Wrapping her arms around him. He pulled off his helmet as he steadied his bike, balancing the woman embracing him. 

His features are severe and strikingly handsome. He has a muscular and imposing build. His bleached hair is cut into a kind of shaggy mohawk. The hair on the top of his head is longer and braided while the sides are shaved to the scalp. You notice he has a large tattoo that curls behind his ear and goes down his neck. Between his physique, the bike, the ink, he might’ve looked scary if he didn’t look like he was about to melt. His eyes were soft and locked on the woman in his arms. What you wouldn’t give to have someone look at you like that. Especially if it was a guy who looked like him.

You exchanged a brief introduction and he gave you a firm handshake, his expression unreadable when facing you. You said your goodbyes and watched as the two of them rode off. You had a nostalgic feeling lingering in your chest. Happiness from the day mixed with something else. Is it loneliness? You couldn’t quite place it as you made your way back to your apartment, the heat getting the better of you. The cicadas were beginning their nightly choir as you neared your door. You had noticed many things that day that played in a loop in your mind. 

The way Emma’s hair shimmered like gold when it caught the sunlight, the way the thrum of people in the cafe had made the top of your drink shimmer with vibration, the new spider web woven into the nook between the station sign and the wall near your exit, even now how the sky was streaked with magenta and tangerine hues as the sun dipped below the horizon. 

You’d always find yourself drawn to bright, shiny things. Not daring a glance to the shadows that creep along the periferie. What you can’t see can hurt you. That's a hard lesson. One you were bound to learn sooner or later. It was too late to change the trajectory as your door closed securely behind you. Everything was already in motion and, without realizing it, you’d been tugged into the current. Nothing would’ve changed, but if you had turned and glanced at the shadows, you might’ve seen the black silhouette of a biker in stark contrast to the vibrant summer world.

[penpenpencil]

Tmnt Pride 2/4

[1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

These are just my personal headcanons. (+ Flipped version under cut)

Leo: Demiboy/Genderfluid - Ace umbrella (Lithromantic)

Mikey: Genderqueer - Ace umbrella (Lithromantic)

Donny: Nonbinary/Agender - Aro/Ace

Raph: Demiboy - Bisexual

[i-like-cats-and-stars36]

Happy pride to everyone by shellcrime!

We all know I had to draw them specifically. I love them so much.

Flags both of them wearing:

Miles: queerplatonic pride flag around the shoulder, a bi armband and a black pride pin

Mikey: queerplatonic pride flag in hands, genderqueer pride flag as a skirts, ace and aro armbands and a aroace flag pin

Btw, would you be interested in a shellshocked version of this drawing as well?

[hitokshellart]

Tell us about your version of the rottmnt characters' sexuality? Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Splinter, Draxum, April, and Casey.

OOOHHH, I like this question :3

Splinter is bi

Draxum is gay

Raph is aroace

Leo is gay aroace

Donnie is bi and ace

Mikey is aroace

April is a lesbian and Casey is an asexual lesbian

All of these are my hc of course! And you can disagree, but as an aroace person I like the aroace hc a lot asfkjhsajf

[phykoha]

I'm not aroace(mayybe some flavor of ace...) but my version of Mikey is aroace so I do kinda wanna talk about it

he doesn't feel anything about relationships for himself but for other people, real or fictional? oh he is ALL OVER that bs!! like. he's not gonna have a partner and he's cool with that(maybe he'll have a QPR or two down the line? he doesn't know!) but he is the #1 fan of every relationship he knows practically XD and if someone tries to homewreck(??) his family oh FUCK does he have beef. also I don't know why I added this little tidbit but he often struggles with speech and has dyslexia- he laughs at himself sometimes about it. also sleep talks

please let me know(you or someone else-) if any of this is disrespectful I don't know if it is or isn't-

Disrespectful?? Nah bro these are facts.

Like I've said in the tags of one of my previous posts, just assume all of my Mikey's are some flavor of aroace unless stated otherwise. HEA Angelo specifically has never felt romantic or sexual attraction towards anyone before (aside from the occasional fictional character).

His feelings toward his eventual partner are tough for him to wrap his head around. He loves them, but he isn't sure what kind of love. What is romantic love even supposed to feel like? Is it really any different from platonic love? He loves his friends, and his family. He heard that romantic love makes you want to be with someone forever. He wants to be with his family forever. Is it just the label that makes it different? He's not sure. Maybe it doesn't matter.

No matter how much research he does or how many questions he asks Raphie and Lee, he just can't understand what makes romantic love so special. And what's so cool and epic about sex?? It seems pretty gross to him, honestly. He can just take care of himself, thank you very much. He'd rather not waste his time smashing bits with someone when he can be cooking or drawing or doing literally anything else.

He'd only really have sex with someone he really trusts and wants a more intimate connection with. And it wouldn't really be about him- he'd mostly just be focused on how the other person feels. Cuz he's just not that interested in the sex itself, just how close and connected it would make him feel to his partner.

But OH MAN is he invested in other people's romantic lives. He's the ultimate wingman- The best hypeman you could ever ask for. As much as he doesn't get romance, BOY does he live for romantic media. Books, movies, fanfics, actual people's lives- you name it. Romance is dumb but wow does it create some great plot (and also really bad plot but at that point it's just funny).

[ownedbybonten]

For the text version of the above image, please see under the cut!!

My first ever kinktober! Please feel free to request from me!

Again: This event and this blog are HEAVY 18+ Dark Content and by interacting with this post, this blog, or requests, you are consenting to 18+ Dark Content.

I am not responsible for your viewing of content.

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Let your fucked up fantasies loose in my inbox!

Requests are currently: CLOSED

I have lots of Twst Requests so I do not want to burn myself out on them.

Requests Received:

Jade x Reader x Floyd - Maid | DP | Vibrator

Jade x Reader x Floyd - Humilitation | DP | Public

Rook x Vil's Rival Reader - Outdoors | Restraints | Toys

Vil x Reader x Rook - Aphrodisiac | Fingering | Filming

Wakasa x Black Dragon Reader x Kokonoi - Public | Throat Fuck | Sex as Payment

Mikey x Virgin Reader - Age Gap | Filming

Crewel x Reader x Vil - Leash and Collar | Toys | Filming

Rook x Reader - Forced Orgasm | Forced Prostitution | Humilation

Ace x Reader - Object Insertion | Toys

Rook x Reader - Abduction | Impact Play | Filming

Riddle x Reader - Restraints | Forced Masturbation

Request Rules:

Willing to write up to a foursome (including the reader)

All readers will be afab/female

All fics will be non-con/ dubious consent

Absolutely no femdom (i.e. the reader will not be in control)

Please Include

Character (s)

Up to three prompts

Specific location or items if desired

Relationship to Character Reader Type:

i.e. Little Sister of ; Girlfriend/Ex ; etc

For TR: you can also specify the gang if you want to!

Character Selection

Tokyo Revengers

Baji

Kazutora

Mikey

Izana

Hanma

Taiju

Kokonoi

Inui

Ran

Rindou

Sanzu

Ryusei

Shinichiro

Wakasa

Kojiro

Kisaki

Twisted Wonderland

Azul

Jade

Floyd

Leona

Ruggie

Riddle

Ace

Jamil

Vil

Rook

Crewel

Trein

Kinks:

Leash and Collar

Aphrodisiac

Humiliation

Degredation

Public

DP

Forced Masturbation

Age Gap

Abduction

Outdoors

Blackmail

Maid

Virgin

Vibrator

Punishment

Throat Fuck

Restraints

Fingering

DILF/MILF

Toys

Handcuffs

Chikan

Sex Tape

Choking

Impact

Stuck

Filming

Bondage

Hard Bondage

Forced Orgasm

Denied Orgasm

Object Insertion

Sex as Payment

Teacher/Student

Forced Prostitution

My Personal Kinktober Fics

Wriothsley x Verena - Genshin Impact - Punishment | Hard Bondage | Machine

Mio x Bonten - Tokyo Revengers - Public Use | Gangbang | Restraints

Ran x Mitsuya little sister reader x Rindou - Tokyo Revengers - Chikan | Forced Orgasm

Jade x Azul little sister reader x Floyd - Twst Wonderland - Cuckholding | Humilation | Exhibitionism

Rindou x Shio x Sanzu - Tokyo Revengers - Pet Play | Electro Stim | Forced Orgasm

Waka x Mikey’s BFF reader x Shinichiro - Tokyo Revengers - Age Gap | Impact | Sex as Payment

Ruggie x Leona little sister - Twst Wonderland - Forced Masturbation | Maid

Nixie x various twst - Twst Wonderland - Gangbang | Slave | Vibrator

Kojiro x Baji little sister - Tokyo Revengers - Kidnapping | Filming | Bondage

[aceofbooks-creative-anthologies]

Librarian Tidbits: Lessons in Healing

I don't know about anyone else, but when I'm building a selfship, I almost always take some part of myself and make it the absolute worst version, amplified by 100.

If my f/os can love me as I am now, why can't they also love me at my worst? Why shouldn't they be able to help me learn to love those parts of me?

(This post is just about the flaws, I might do a separate post on the actual loving me in spite of myself part)

Commonalities Across the S/Is:

A love of literature and languages

A love of coffee

Depression and Anxiety (severity varies across selfships)

Hypermobility and Chronic Pain (severity varies across selfships)

No Biological Children (some have legally adopted/emotionally adopted kids)

Bouts of Asexuality (some are more sex repulsed/sex averse than others)

Sleep Issues™ (some have hypersomnia, some have insomnia, some have both, and some are just Tired™)

An attraction to shoulders and backs (and the occasional thigh) 🙂‍↕️

INTPs (there is some flexibility here, but they are rooted in me, the IRL Ace, and, well, there's less flexibility on that front) (some of them are better than others at "masking" their true natures as well)

Chishiki (MHA) -> Self-Sacrifice and Pride

Chishiki has a desperate need to take care of every single person, at any given moment. She will (and has) put her body (and her Quirk) on the line if it makes someone else's life just a tiny bit easier. This is compounded by the fact that she is quite literally the smartest person in any given scenario. She knows what people need before they even know that they have a need for something. And good gods, her sense of self-worth is so intrinsically tied to that. She is very prideful 99% of the time—the other 1% of the time, when something/someone does manage to out smart/out think/surprise her, it's a nuclear level crash-out.

Dokusha (TR) -> Anger/Aggression and Self-Involvement

Dokusha is a very hurt individual, for a long list of reasons. Her anger is physical and explosive (she and Mikey have sent each other to the hospital numerous times) and the first thing she does when she moves to Japan is get involved with a gang, so she learns to channel her anger through her fists (though her preferred way to fight is to use her opponent's body and momentum/force against themselves—think Suo from WB, just more yelling and taunting and swearing). It takes a large portion of the cast to help her heal from her trauma and find more healthy outlets. Like Chishiki, Dokusha wants to take care of people. But it's because she's nosy. She wants to know everything, and the best way (in her mind) to find things out is to help people and make them complacent to her presence so that they let things slip. She also has very warped ideas around "community" that would take like at least 1K words to explain. She literally goes undercover in a Yakuza clan at like 18 guys, I don't know what else to say.

Plicarta (BC) -> Physical Health and Emotional Numbness

Plicarta is a mess, physically. Like, outside of her Magic, and it's constant drain on her mana and that manifesting in physical symptoms, she has a whole host of things wrong with her. She has collapsed because a breeze was too strong. It's honestly kind of a miracle she's still alive. She has had no less than SIX actually-literally-on-death's-door experiences JUST from overdoing it with her magic (before canon). And additionally quite a number of similar experiences just from existing (before canon). And this has made her stubborn. Things will be done her way, and she will make your life a living hell if they don't. Which is why she and Yami butt heads SO frequently. (And why they regularly take breaks.) But the flip side is that if she isn't being pig-headed about something, then she's basically emotionally numb to everything else. She's so quick to shut down and give in if you hit the right nerve—otherwise, she lashes out and digs her heels in deeper. It is such a sticking point in their relationship. And it is a trauma response because of her upbringing, but that doesn't make it okay. Fuego helps them realize how toxic they are.

Henshuu (HQ 1) -> Finances and Time Management

Henshuu is living my delusional dreams. She makes a lot of money as an editor (enough to be a regular donor to the Karasuno school library and later become the solo sponsor of the VB teams) because I refuse to look up the salary of a full-time editor at an international publishing agency. This does mean that she has almost no concept of money (her family was also fairly well off growing up), which makes Keishin very uncomfortable for a looooonnnng time (doubly so when she starts sponsoring the VB team). He wants to be the provider, but when your girlfriend makes THAT much money..... 👀 Additionally, she thinks she can do everything. Which she arguably can, but she often puts too much on her plate all at once and then underestimates how much of a commitment each individual thing requires. And with Keishin's personal schedule the way that it is... Well, they don't take their honeymoon until after their fifth wedding anniversary.

Wright (HQ 2) -> Mental Health™ and Poor Relationship Choices 👍

Wright has been clinically depressed since she was six. Her medication is a very delicate balance and if she misses one day, well... Tanaka knows to check rooftops first. She is also incredibly anxious every second of every day, but that goes away as long as she takes her meds (which means panic attacks come out of basically nowhere and are debilitating). Daichi has his work cut out for him when he realizes that she exists and develops feelings for her (Suga is already kinda-sorta friends with her at that point). Because not only is she like that ↑ BUT she is dating a (mostly emotionally) abusive piece of shit, whom she is afraid to break up with because of what he might do (he threatens to ruin the VB team's chances at Regionals at one point because he doesn't like how close she's gotten to some of them (he has always had a problem with Tanaka)). It's not until after they break up that it's revealed that his father is connected to the mob and well... it's a good thing she's medicated. -> IRL Ace note: This guy is based around my ex-not-boyfriend, but the toxicity is dialed up to like fifteen on a one-to-ten scale (e-n-b was like a four). And he only gets worse after the break-up because ~drama~ (she goes back to him twice to protect her friends).

Drucker (HQ 3) -> Passivity and People Pleasing

Drucker has no back-bone. Any hint of conflict and she's rolling over and showing her tummy, so they don't think she's a threat and will be nice to her. It works 100% of the time, but it's pitiful to watch it happen. Which the contrast is very funny, because when she is really truly scared for whatever reason (like the robbery) she becomes the snarkiest, most sarcastic bitch you've ever seen. Seeing how she is normally, you would think that she doesn't have a mean bone in her body—but she does, it's just buried very, very deep. This also translates to her need to take care of people—but it's different from Chishiki and Dokusha—she gets unbearably homesick for a long time (because Osamu's being a dickhead) and the only comfort she has is in the food she cooks. And she hates the idea that there is someone out there that is just as homesick as she is. She needs people to see the shop as "home" so that it can be "home" for her, too—and she will accommodate her customers to the ends of the world to make that happen.

Kamikaku (Dr.S) -> (Academic) Competitiveness and Antagonism

I'mma be honest. I took one look at Senkuu and decided that it would be really funny if I was as smart as him, but about the arts and languages instead of science and math. I thought someone should be around to humble him. He appeals to my inner contrarian 🙂‍↕️ And Ryuusui just suffers the consequences of that single decision.

Mine (FT) -> Commitment and Self-Worth

Mine has a lot of self-worth issues. She was abandoned as a kid, and then repeatedly abandoned/betrayed by the one person she thought of as her friend. Her magic isn't very strong on its own, which means she has to rely on other people to go out on missions. And then Loke/Leo is afraid to commit to her, which makes her feel worthless in a whole bunch of new ways. She's very quick to bail out of plans because of this. She's very bitter about it, but after getting told 'Oh, we won't need you on the mission' one too many times, she stops offering to join missions. If they need her, they'll seek her out. It's why she starts working with Gildarts—he needs money, and so she brings him quests that they can do together. She feels like she's being used (she's not, Gildarts really appreciates her help and he sees her almost like a daughter), but at least she's choosing how she's being used? If that makes sense. Shout out to Max and Hibiki for facilitating growth 🙂‍↕️ -> IRL Ace Note: I also based my relationship with Loke/Leo around my ex-not-boyfriend. I was still actively grieving the loss of that friendship when I got into FT. I saw a womanizer and projected onto him. Lokace features the better side of the relationship (in contrast to the HQ boyfriend featuring the worst side), but it's still not good. It's not until much later that they do the work to make it a good relationship.

Kyori (BL) -> (Physical) Competitiveness and Overall Health

If you were around here last summer, then you would know that Kyori was created from the realization that I will likely be "disabled" for the rest of my life (I still feel weird about using the label), for a couple of reasons, and she was how I processed the grief of the life I was losing. I am so competitive and I can't get on a trampoline with my nephew without risking injuries (other than normal trampoline injury risks) that could take me weeks to months to recover from. I can't play frizbee, I can't play baseball, I can't run—somedays it takes everything in me to walk or stand in the shower. And for a long time—even after I stopped participating in competitions—I tied my identity to being an athlete, to being someone who could go outside without risking heatstroke from being in the sun for ten minutes. Kyori is both a dream and a reality. But honestly, how was she going to walk into Blue Lock without being at least a little bit competitive?

Genjitsu (BSD) -> Femininity and Control Issues

I have.... weird feelings about gender and gender presentation. Genjitsu gives me an outlet to explore aspects of femininity that I haven't felt.... right(?) about for a long time. I've joked a few times on main that my gender identity is "took 'not like other girls™' a little too seriously", but it's true. And for a while I resented more femme presenting people because of my hang ups about it. I have now outgrown that mindset, but I still don't really know how to be "feminine"—but Genjitsu does; it's all she's ever been. For a completely different tonal shift, Genjitsu has zero control over her life. She was whisked from her universe and transplanted in another one. She can't use her Ability to fix the world around her. She has little say in where she can go and what she can do and who she can see because, despite not being able to use her Ability, she is a danger to the world if she gets in the wrong hands so she is very closely monitored. So the control that she does have, she wields it with an iron fist.

Flam (FF) -> Unreliability and Hyperfixation

Flam is the most ADHD coded self-insert. She is me on my meds, on a good physical health day. Nothing can stop her from getting her grubby little hands on whatever she wants—but she WILL forget that you exist. Karim (before she starts seeing Benimaru) has to check in with her every two hours to make sure she's eating/drinking water/bathing etc. etc. She chases whatever little thread of dopamine she can pull on and will drain the source dry. Which, if you aren't giving her dopamine, means you are not valuable to her at the given moment. She has had to be taken out of field work numerous times because whatever fire she was responding to wasn't "interesting" enough, and she just walked away, leaving her crew to cover for her. You can trust her about as far as you (an average human) can throw her.

de Grantaine (OHSHC) -> Pessimism and Conspirative

Since I decided to revamp this selfship, I don't have a lot of thoughts about who de Grantaine is, other than being a pseudo-female Kyouya. Like they have their differences, but all I have right now is vibes. But the new ship is built on her ex-fiance wasting her money and her time, and then she and Kyouya start playing with Tamaki's emotions. So I do think that pessimism and conspiratorial behaviors will be fundamental for her.

Kakari (WB) -> Control Issues™ and Anger/Aggression

Kakari is an anxious little thing. Being the child of diplomats and then going to an all-girls school overseas, she had little control over her life in her youth and needed to meet (exceed) incredibly high expectations. As a result, now that she has freedom as an adult, she can control every aspect of her life! Which is actually not a good thing for her mentally. Because she has to control every. single. aspect. of. her. life. You know that you're in good with her if she lets you take control of something she otherwise had her hands on or in. Marquie and the other Minxes quite literally saved her life and she trusts them implicitly. Speaking of control, Kakari has excellent control over her anger/aggression when something happens that would otherwise make someone lash out. Cool as a cucumber 99% of the time. But she has two limits that will result in catastropy: someone making her spill her coffee and the Minxes hurting each other—it's the one thing she won't save them from jail for. She only steps into fights as a last resort—someone has to make sure that only the right people are there at the right time—but once she's in, you're going to have problems stopping her. Writing Kakari's thought spirals are a personal attack on my psyche.

Honorable Mention: The Heaven Official's Blessing s/i is a petty and vindictive bitch. And a Calamity. I love her dearly.

Back to the Desk ->

[arctic-space-penguin]

"This should be the place," Casey flicked his mask up.

They had all gotten their rest as instructed. Although Ace did have to drag Donnie metaphorically just to get him to not investigate the video further.

Now, standing before the broken baseball stadium where the second (avoided) invasion started, the trio were almost nervous. What would happen if the Future Donnie really was alive? How did he get back to the past if he was here?

"Are you sure?" Ace asked. "She really picked here to meet up?"

Casey nodded solemnly. Donnie and Ace each took deep breaths before following the man inside. Right when they reached the center of the stadium, it suddenly flashed a bright turquoise and was whole again.

"Glad you could make it," Sterling's voice echoed. "I hope you all actually rested before coming."

They all nodded. Sterling appeared and approached from where they had come in.

"Good," she smiled. "Then without further ado, welcome to my presentation: 'How the Fuck Our Donnie is Still Alive'. "

The turquoise making up the broken parts of the stadium glowed when Sterling spread her arms out. Projections of explosions, screaming, infection, planning nights, scouting missions, family the-only-movie-that-was-still-available nights, family truth or dare game nights, and family spin-the bottle nights when Casey was asleep.

Before finally landing on what Sterling wanted it to.

Future Donnie's voice broke through the silence. "I have officially created something even better than a sandwich!"

"Like what?" Memory Sterling asked to humor him.

"I know Mikey and Leo are planning on sending Jr back to the past, so I made something to send me back too," Future Donnie explained. "I've made quadruple sure it works."

"Are you're telling me this, why?" Sterling wondered. "I don't know if you remember, but we're not very fond of each other."

"One because Casey is too young to understand still, two because my brothers are bound to punish me, and three because I feel like you're the most trustworthy to not tell anyone else." Future Donnie answered.

Sterling hummed. "Fair enough. It better be good though."

Future Donnie practically giggled to himself when he went to reveal the thing. "Behold!"

Sterling watched the curtain vanish and saw the decent-sized time machine behind it. She was nearly speechless.

"How did you...?"

"Build this? With the limited parts I now have? Simple, I just threw things together like always," Future Donnie replied.

"When are you going to use it?" Sterling asked.

Future Donnie turned to her with a sad look on his face. "Tomorrow, if all goes right. "

Sterling smiled anyway. "You better find or call me or something when I get there.

"I know Casey would want to see you too."

---

As said, here's the next chapter to the Good Future Ace Mini-Series

Hope you enjoyed!

Also the italics part is just the future versions of Hope and Donnie talking. The Hope that came back to the past and is watching the projections unfold with Ace, Donnie, and Casey didn't say a word and neither did the others.

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[tmnt-aces-version]

HAPPY PRIDE FROM THE TMNT (Ace's Version) CREW! (Suggestion, feel free to Suggest pride art ideas in the comments! I might even do them)

In order

Casey,Gay, and Donnie, Unlabeled, both Trans (FTM)

April, Lesbian and Irma, Asexual and Bi

Raph and Mona, both Bisexual (Also Glasses Mona is now Canon)

Venus and Mikey, Both Aroace

Leo, Nonbinary & Bisexual and Komi (originally created by @sonc.hiyo ) Pansexual

Mondo and Cait (orinally created by @lordspode ), both Nonbinary Lesbians

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

TMNT (ACE'S VERSION) PART 6! (pages 12 &13) AND IT'S ONLY BEEN *checks notes* A MONTH AND A BIT

masterpost/last part/next part

anyways we're SO CLOSE to finishing (like maybe another 10 or so pages?) the Mona arc! then I might go on a longer break with comic pages than normal. cause these take A LOT of work. and I need to iron out a few things about the Mystic arc before I start it (like character designs etc,)

[tmnt-crossover-polls]

DOOM round 1 part 2

Rotten reflections summary : when strange movement in a pharmacy catch's Casey's eye one night, no one could have known the stress, panic and confusion the next few months would bring a turtle not in their right mind ends up in an unknown place with even more unknown threats lurking around every corner, with a hurt little one there's nothing he can do but what his mind screams. 

When the world crumbles summary : Two months after the death of their master and the defeat of the Super Shredder, the 2012 turtles get news of another Kraang Invasion. So the turtles make a plan to storm Dimension X and take Kraang Prine down once and for all. However instead of ending up in Dimension X, the turtles end up in a much more neon, colorful dimension with no way to get back home and a full scale invasion on the horizon. Luckily they soon meet their much more colorful counterparts, who will help then get back home. Hopefully.

Atomic pets summary : after the events in the first episode mikey discovers a tiny reptile near the explosion, feeling bad and not wanting to leave it behind he decides to keep it, not realizing it was one of Draxum’s latest experiments. Hijinks ensue with the tiny reptile slow becoming not so tiny and harder to hide from his family, Mikey must learn to keep his atomic breathing giant reptile pet a secret from the rest of his family before they find out.

Not turtles forever 2 or is it summary : Taking place after the events in Turtles Forever and the Rise Movie, 03 Donatello wanted to make another Universal Transporter in order to discover different turtleverses, but something glitched with the machine, and the turtles from Universe 2018 ended up being thrown into Universe 2003 like a bunch of turtle rag dolls! All the turtles are a bit taken aback by their counterparts. The 03 turtles can't believe how strong and powerful the 2018 turtles are, and the 2018 Turtles are shocked at how distant the 03 turtles are from one another. After quite a few emotional talks, a battle or 2, and a plan to get 03 Usagi and Leonardo together, all the turtles soon start to rely on one another, and become about as close as one big mutated family could be! Only problem is, while attempting to get their turtles back, the Hamato clan in Universe 2018 might have ended up doing more harm then good while trying to locate Leo using his broken Odachi.

Lair meshing summary : After Draxum accidentally messes around with some of Splinter’s mystic artifacts, he accidentally merges the Rise Turtles’ reality with the 2012 reality. Now the two families are struggling to get along with versions of themself who understand them better than anyone else does. Leo causes problems on purpose, Donnie commits crimes, Michelangelo learns to cook and Mikey just wants his family to start getting along

Many names of hamato Leonardo summary : Leonardo believed that he was walking to his death when he tossed Casey into that portal. But someone else had something to say about that. A dimension away, a young Donatello wanders out of the lair when he should be taking a nap with his brothers. Never in a million years could he imagine exactly what his little adventure would lead him to. Or, future Rise Leo ends up in the 2003 universe, with no memory of arriving and no way home.

Once a hamato always a hamato summary : Leo gets trapped in the prison dimension only to get sent to the undertale multiverse a little while later. Leo gets changed into Error, the forced god of destruction. Years later he finds a way home! Now he has to get reacquainted with his family while as figuring out how to get his new friends to his world... And, figure out if the reason he was able to in the first place was due to some nefarious plot...

@nicoforlifetrue

@tmnt-obsessed-ace

@wandering-ghost

@lionalovit @poems-art-darkness-n-more

@just-a-lil-turtle-with-knives

@easterartist

[3lectricinsomnia]

For the ✨TMNT Ask Game✨

6, 16, and 36

:)

Hello ace :D✨

6. Do you own any TMNT merchandise?

Yes! I have a tmnt key chain, mutant mayhem pins, a ronin action figure, and a 12 leonardo plushy

16. Which version of Casey is your favorite?

ROTTMNT Casey. She is so silly!

36. Which character do you have the hardest time writing/drawing?

ooh boy out of the non-turtles, Draxum is harder to draw but of the turtles, it's Mikey. Also April and Casey just bc I haven't drawn people in a while and I haven't been practicing :( April and Raph are harder for me to write

[punkishtoxtricity]

YOUR TURN!!! SHARE YOUR HEVISAURUS HCS IF TOU HAVE ANY BATS MY EYELASHES

i have many so bear with me if u will

herra hevisaurus

-he’s a very big fan of certain metal bands from around the world. i think the german version canonized him being a rammstein and metallica fan

-the beef with helene fischer is also personal. i feel like something had to have happened to make him not like her that much

-just a silly lil guy! he loves trying new things and doing dangerous stuff that often gets him into trouble(riffi usually gets him out tho)

-he’s pansexual to me. i think he loves everyone!

-also the english version of jee hevisaurus has him saying yall so. he would be southern if he lived here in america

riffi raffi

-the watchful one of the group. i think he’s the oldest along with the quietest. he gets everyone out of trouble and is generally a good help around the house and on tour

-the little tiny wings idea you had was so real he totally does

-also the trans masc idea is so true. i think his top surgery scars would be flames or something cool. or not bc he’s a dragon

-he paints his nails. i will not take question on this

-i think it’d be funny if as a dragon his fav song to play on guitar to play is through the fire and flames. i think he likes complicated rifts and likes being challenged

-gay methinks

muffi puffi

-(insert the thing that chrissy chapleka said about “she’s not dumb dumb. well she is dumb but not in that way. she’s actually a radical leftist!)

-he’s plotting something i can feel it

-he is autistic you’re so true. i think he’s really into monster trucks (herra wrote monster auto for him) if he was american he would be a monster jam fan

-bi disaster. i will not explain myself

-he probably had a crush on any good bassist he liked. so the chick from maneskin, and mikey way

komppi momppi

-he’s tired of everyone’s shit

-he be drumming so late into the night that riffi has to tell him to stop so they can sleep

-also he wears a nightcap and that thing scrooge wears to bed. idk it just feels right for him

-he LOVES horses. he rides them, researches them, he’s in on the horse drama on social media. he could tell you 300 horse facts and you wouldn’t be able to stop him

-also yes he is def a polyglot. i think he speaks everything with a very on point accent

-no kato is his vocal stim. this is true i am him

-the app makes his voice that of a surfer dude, i think he would surf in his free time

-he’s ace panromantic. i can’t explain this one it just feels true

milli pilli

-silliest girl ever. she does some light crime. riffi lets her as a treat

-she prefers keytar to her regular keyboard but usually opts out of it on stage bc her legs be hurting

-chaos ball of the group. none of them can keep her from doing crazy stuff so they just let her

-lesbian. also won’t explain this one

-she plays the most out there video games you can think of. like she loves lsd dream emulator

-she’s also a horror fan. idk why

general

-whenever they stop in a city they haven’t been before, komppi plans a couple things to do in that city and everyone follows him around

-all of them like theme parks. especially the one shown in ugala bugala

-they like pokemon. no this isn’t me projecting

-once a week one of them picks a show and they all sit down and binge the whole things over a couple days

that’s all i got for now

[biographydivider]

Based on a dream I had a few days ago; may I present my first attempt at writing the MM!boys. Donnie is in a bad mood mostly because I'm super duper tired and overwhelmed, but I've tried to keep him in character nonetheless.

Donnie had no idea how he'd been roped into this.

Well, no. He did. The kids wanted to go the the movies, and no-one else was around to take them. And dear Raphala had fallen in love with the tiny, hyperactive versions of themselves when they fell through a crack in the air last week - a side effect of a Mikey-and-Leo based portalling exercise gone wrong, thank you very much bretheren - and found himself literally incapable of saying no to them.

'They're just kids, Donnie. Be nice, Donnie. You might like being the eldest for a change.' Bah, is what he said to that. Bah! These were not his brothers. They were funhouse mirrors. The sooner Mikey could work out how to boot them back to their own dimension, the better.

Still. It was interesting to see the differences between the eight of them. Donnie leaned against a poster for the latest blockbuster dreck, tub of vanilla ice cream in hand as he watched the little Leo stammer his way through getting some popcorn for his brothers; blushing furiously as the lady behing the counter told him to enjoy the movie. His Leo would have turned on the charm in an attempt to get a free drink.

Now the smaller Raph? He was a ball of barely contained energy; spoiling for a fight, spatting with his Leo about who paid for what. No big bro vibes, which was intriguing. Donnie wondered if his own Raph would be this tightly wound if he hadn't had to force himself to have a gentler hand.

"Guys! Stop fighting! Look look look; they're making a new Gatoraptor movie! The poster looks sick!"

"Mikey, we don't even have Gatoraptor movies where we come from."

"So I gotta catch up before I go home!"

Apparently, a Mikey was a Mikey, no matter what universe you take him from. Optimistic, sunny and constantly bopping from place to place. Cute. The kids were apparently teenagers, but they reminded Donnie of when he and his brothers were about…

Something tugged on his belt.

"What about a scooter?" whispered a squeaky voice at Donnie's hip. "Does your bō turn into a scooter? Maybe with, I dunno, jet propulsion?"

Donnie looked down into the face of his own tiny counterpart; blinking up at him through glass-bottle lenses, gripping his staff in both hands against his chest.

Hm.

"No," Donnie said crisply.

"Oh," Tiny Donnie's sparkled like Donnie had gifted him a friendship bracelet, not given him the brush-off. "You GOTTA get a scooter attachment. Like, your bō could be the, the-the handles, and --"

"I can fly," Donnie deadpanned. "You can make your own bō into a scooter."

"Okay!" And off he scarpered, beaming and shaking his Raph's shoulders, talking about how 'Donatello totally just invited me to hang out and work on my bō!'

"Donnie, stop being such a pick-me."

"I'm not a pick-me. You're the pick-me, Leo!"

"Why me?! I wasn't even talking to you!!"

The Tiny Donnie was…chafing. There were ghosts of hints of whispers that they were the same person; their inherent sassiness, their mutual razzing of their respective Leos…Donnie had to admit, his young counterpart was ruthless in that regard.

But Tiny Donnie was overly eager and inexperienced; interested in tech but no more proficient (yet) than anyone in April's Computer Science class at school. They shared a love of media, especially anime and niche movies, but none of their favourites were known to the other. It left their relationship at one-sided, 'you-got-games-on-your-phone' hero worship and a begrudging, eye-rolling tolerance.

"Children," he called, quirking an eyebrow in their direction. "Let's go. In the words of my twin, let us vamanos."

"Oh, Big Leo?" beamed Tiny Raph. "That guy's the GOAT of all time!"

"You see him do that swisha-swisha stuff?" chimed in the small Leo. "He's amazing!"

Ah. They were Nardo stans. Nardo stans who couldn't use acronyms properly. Joyous. Donnie chomped on his ice cream spoon so hard he shattered the plastic between his teeth.

The movie he'd chosen was some superhero thing; all poorly rendered green screen and bad acting. Where was the pathos, the dramatic speeches, the practical effects?! Despairing sigh. Anyway. Donnie had done a little Von Ryan Engineering to make sure the entire theatre looked booked out on the box office systems so they had the whole place to themselves; mostly so he could settle himself into a chair about three rows back from the kids. They were already giggling and shoving each other and bulldozing their way through their snack quota.

"A real movie theater, guys! Inside!"

"M&Ms taste waaaay better fresh from the bag!"

"Hey, remember that time we snuck into the projection booth?"

"And Leo turned the security camera on?!" Tiny Donnie laughed so hard he inhaled a popcorn kernel and began to choke. "So - ack! - s-so cringe."

"That was one time!"

"This is way better, though. We get to sit in seats, this time! Oh my god; they move!"

"Ooooooooh…"

A chorus of squeaking chairs. Donnie closed his eyes and attempted to find that Hamato soticism that was meant to be inside him somewhere; or even just some standard Michelangelo goodwill and understanding.

That ambition wasn't to last.

That whole 'a real movie theater' conversation should have clued him in, tbh. The kids had clearly never been to see a movie before, and were grating on Donnie's last nerve before the trailers were over.

"Hey, I know that guy!"

"Mikey, pass my drink."

"Oh my god he kicked that guy's entire face off! Awesome."

"We could totally learn to do that, you know."

"Hoo! Haah! Hyah!"

Donnie could feel the blood boiling under his skin. He could actually feel little bubbles of rage and oxygen move along his arteries.

"Guys, shut up, I wanna watch," hissed the small Leo.

"'Guuuuuys, shut uuup…'"

"'I'm Leeeo, I'm the Movie Police…'"

"H-hey! Not cool!"

"Oh, have a nacho and calm down, Officer."

Now, Hamato Donatello was not opposed to a bit of call and response in his movies. You couldn't hear a scrap of Jupiter Jim dialogue for him and his siblings yelling over it on Movie Night. But that was in the confines of their own home! In private, among kindred spirits! Plus, you know. His family weren't annoying little doppelgangers from another world, wearing approximations of their faces and almost talking in their voices. How did Raph do it? Donnie would crack this; he'd find a way to channel that kind, nurturing, eldest brother vibe…

"Oooh, now they're kissing. Everyone shut up so Leo can watch the kiiissiiiiiing…"

"What?! I don't want to watch the kissing!"

"But you said you wanted to watch!"

"Ohhh, kiiiiisssssing…do you wish that was you and April, Leo?"

"What?! No!"

"Oh mwah mwah mwah, oh April I love you sooo muuuch, let me kiss your weird soft lips and smell your haaair…"

Oh. Okay. Now it was annoying and disgusting. And sometimes, a turtle needed to take action. Donnie pushed his goggles over his eyes and slammed his tech bo into the ground, setting off a flashbang prototype he'd been working on. For a second, everything went white; the theatre filled with blinding light, the echoes of the sonic boom reverberating off the walls.

Donnie flipped his goggles up from his eyes and stalked down the theatre aisle towards the four terrified little faces, their necks craned and eyes round from sugar highs, light exposure and terror looking back up at him.

"If you uncanny valley hatchlings don't shut the fuck up," Donnie hissed, leaning down and relishing the feeling of the unfamilliar swear word through his gritted teeth - Raph would have an aneurysm - "your world will be known as the home of the Middle-Aged Mutant SONLESS Splinter."

To his immense satisfaction, all four kids snapped back to face the screen, shuffling down in their seats.

"Yep. Yep. Shutting up."

"Yes, sir, absolutely."

"Never spoken before in my life, not gonna start."

As Donnie turned to walk back to his seat, he swore he heard a squeaky voice whisper;

"I told you he was a psycho. I'm gonna be so awesome in the future!!"

The future? They thought Donnie and his brothers were...

Oh. Oh, this could be fun.

A smile curved across Donnie's lips. You know what? Raph was right. Donnie could get used to this Being The Eldest business.