#mikey is stronger than they think

[sacredartist33013]

It is mikey as a gemstone... Mikey if he was a Steven universe gem perhaps?

Officially the longest tag chain i ever made

Because husband has been making jewelry out of gemstones and he made me a sunstone ring, I looked up sunstone's metaphysical lore. If this doesn't sum up Michelangelo in every iteration of Ninja Turtles, I don't know what does.

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"Sunstone amplifies the vital life force within you. It promotes passionate action toward a goal with the motivation required to get things done. Operating in the physical world requires money and vitality, so with this stone in hand, follow the light and align yourself with the vibration of the resources you require to move forward with a project or plan.

Sunstone warms and stimulates the emotional body. It can help you transform anger into energy and judgement into joy. It raises the vibration of your emotional patterns. Sunstone reminds you of your own personal brilliance and magnificence, thereby raising your spirit and increasing your self confidence. Its fiery energy evaporates out of balance emotions. This is a stone of new beginnings and brings promise and optimism. Use it to help lift you from feelings of depression by bringing you the realisation that happiness is always available to you and that it is up to you. 

Sunstone's luminosity offers mental clarity and connects you with positive thoughts. This stone sheds light on obstacles and brings luck and good fortune. It is the stone of manifestation and the mind power in creating reality. This stone activates creative thought processes, which help you to bring forth inspiration for inventions and art.

Sunstone teaches you to utilise your skills and abilities in service to others. It is a stone of abundance, helping you take action to manifest your desires in physicality. Sunstone emanates the Solar Ray, attuning you to Light and the energy of the Sun. Sunstone brings you spiritual fortitude and self confidence so you can develop your spiritual gifts. With this stone in hand, recognise that you have a direct connection with the Divine. This stone reminds you that self confidence is necessary to improve your own life as well as to be an instrument of peace and love to help all humanity. This stone activates that part of you that remembers your spiritual magnificence."

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I meeaan...

[yippee-optimistically]

i love enjoying Bad Media bc theres so much for me to fix and play around with . mutant apocalypse is sooo stupid. fascinating tho. heres a little mikey adjustment. still rolling around the timeline and his relationship to meerkats in my brain

more mutant apocalypse rant below bc . ough. my gosh. incoherent but whateva

i think mutant apocalypse is REALLY INTERESTING IDEA!!!! a fun what-if. it obv cant actually happen bc Renet exists and she is from The Future a Human. and who with mutagen is gonna do that ????? but alas.

i also dont hate how little was explained !!! like mikey and the meerkats or what happened to casey and april. we didnt really need exact history for it to make sense in the moment. but i dont think raph got enough explanation on his amnesia ?? its mentioned like. 2 or 3 times. did i miss something

i wish leo got a better design bc maximus kong is FUGLYYYYYY and easily tops mikey on Unpleasant Design. but mikey still makes me so sad. why can i count his teeth. why is he wearing underpants. get outtt man!!!!!!! and their designs dont need to be cute or pretty. leo is literally double mutated. i just wish she didnt LOOK LIKE THAT.

been playing around with the idea of mikey still being left alone in the beginning (obv with a much smaller chompy and ice cream kitty) and then finding some early meerkat village. they help him out maybe in contrast to previous groups being hostile and thats why they specifically get the map. they only way i can think of him getting the location and road markings is some form of astral projection?? like projecting to the oasis and making his way back to himself. but i dont think thats how it works. but who cares

i think bc of that mikey would also be a lot more familiar with meerkat culture and him n mira bond over it. anyway. yap over

[qoldenskies]

Donnie is only strong when he’s not actively thinking about it, when he tries to be strong he just psychs himself out

donnie's strength and technique is completely limited to the whims of the scene. if its funnier for him to be a little wimp then he's a little wimp. sometimes he does the most insane shit that requires massive feats of physical strength just like the others do. such is the rule of slapstick

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

With the tmnt comp going on I’ve been forced back into my tmnt hyperfixation, this is my lead in to [poof] a link

This is an au/whatever I made a while back where Future Leo follows Casey Jr back in time as a ghost, with mystic wumbo jumbo (and events I haven’t gotten to in the fic yet) Mikey learns that oops he can see ghosts (kind of)

The fic itself is mainly (was mainly) a slice of life type fic, supposed to be a look into how Future Leo thinks and feels while also a look into the turtles’ recovery from the Kraang shit. I never made it too far into the fic but I might finally finish chapter [I forget chapter numbers], what do y’all think?

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Title: soft obsession

Pairing: Mikey X Reader

Summary: Y/N just wanted to admire Mikey from a respectful stalker-ish distance. But one accidental face-cupping session and a very inconvenient sniff later, she’s suddenly his tutor..?

What started as a quiet obsession?

Is now a full-blown academic crisis.

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Lunch break came like it always did, announced by the shrill ring of the school bell and the scraping of chairs. Students poured out the door, loud and laughing—except for one.

You stayed behind.

Everyone was too distracted to notice, and that’s how you liked it. You kept your head down, fiddling with your pen until the room was nearly silent again. The only person still there… was him.

Mikey.

His blond head rested lazily on his folded arms, eyelashes brushing against flushed cheeks, the rhythm of his breathing soft and steady. He was asleep. Peaceful. Vulnerable.

Perfect.

Your heart pounded. You knew how insane this was—staying behind like some obsessed freak. But something stronger than shame kept you frozen in place. Something deeper. You stepped toward him without thinking, each footstep featherlight, careful not to wake him.

He looked like a dream up close. His features softened in sleep, skin kissed by sunlight leaking through the blinds. His hair looked almost white in the light.

You hesitated for just a second.

Then, as if possessed by a hunger too quiet to resist, you reached out and cupped his face.

Warm. Soft.

He didn’t stir.

Your fingers traced the curve of his jaw, lingering longer than they should have. This was the closest you’d ever been—no desks between you, no noise, no crowd. Just the two of you. Alone.

And then—

“Mmm…”

The soft sound came from his throat, and to your horror and thrill, Mikey leaned further into your touch. He murmured something under his breath, voice thick with sleep.

“…nice smell…”

You froze.

Your breath caught in your throat. He could smell you?

Heat exploded in your chest, blooming like fire under your skin. You snatched your hand back like you’d just touched an open flame. What were you doing?! This wasn’t you. You weren’t this kind of girl—

Draken.

Panic shot through you. He’d only gone to grab lunch—he could be back any second.

You turned on your heel and rushed to the door, trying to keep your steps quiet, trying not to breathe.

But as you reached the exit—

Click.

Footsteps.

Draken stepped into the hallway just as you slipped out, your gaze brushing his before you quickly looked down and passed him.

He paused, brow furrowing.

Why was she leaving so late? Wasn’t she in class with them? Why stay behind when only Mikey was there?

He glanced inside, saw Mikey still snoozing like nothing had happened, and shook his head.

“Probably nothing,” he muttered, stepping in.

The rest of the day dragged by like normal—or so it seemed.

But for Draken… something felt off.

He couldn’t explain it. Just a strange itch on the back of his neck. A tension in his gut. Every time he and Mikey walked the halls, he felt it—eyes. Watching.

At first, he thought it was just paranoia. Nosy girls giggling over Mikey, maybe. Nothing new.

But then he caught it.

A flicker. A shadow ducking around a corner.

He spun around—too slow. Just a glimpse of hair, slipping away.

“…Weird,” he muttered.

“You say something?” Mikey asked, stretching lazily beside him.

“Nah.” Draken’s gaze lingered behind them.

He couldn’t shake it.

The shrine always felt sacred. Quiet. But today, it felt like something was hiding in the silence.

Draken scanned the area as they approached. The others were already at the steps—smoking, chatting, arguing. Mikey looked calm as ever, hands in his pockets, face tilted toward the sky.

But Draken?

He saw it again.

Behind the trees. A shadow. Movement.

He didn’t say a word. Just veered subtly toward the woods.

And then—

Bam.

He lunged, tackling the figure in the brush. A muffled yelp as he grabbed a hood and yanked them forward.

“What the hell—!” he growled, half dragging the figure into the open. “You think I wouldn’t notice?!”

Everyone turned, alert—until they saw.

You.

The soft-faced girl from class. Hoodie up. Eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“…What the—” someone muttered.

“What are you doing here?” Draken demanded, loosening his grip but still holding you steady. “You followin’ us or something?”

All eyes were on you.

But only one gaze made your skin burn.

Mikey stepped forward, slow and curious. He stopped just in front of you, unnervingly calm as he studied your face.

Then… he sniffed.

Subtle. But intentional.

His eyes sharpened.

“This smell…” he murmured, gently taking your wrist and lifting it to his face.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“I’ve smelled this before.”

He inhaled again. Slower. Surer.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

“Where did I…?”

Then it clicked. His gaze locked with yours, recognition flashing behind the haze of sleep.

“You were in the classroom.”

You panicked.

“N-No! We never talked,” you said too quickly. “I—I sit behind you. That’s all.”

A pause.

Then Mikey smiled—slow and lazy, like the thought amused him.

“Huh…” he said.

“Maybe school isn’t such a waste after all.”

You blinked. “What?”

“If there’s a pretty girl like you sittin’ behind me…” He scratched the back of his neck, still smiling. “Guess I gotta start payin’ more attention.”

Then, in the softest, most casual voice:

“Sorry about Draken.”

You blinked again, startled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t asking questions.

He was… apologizing.

As if you weren’t the one who’d followed them.

As if you hadn’t just been caught hiding in the bushes.

Heat crawled up your neck. “I-It’s okay,” you mumbled.

Mikey hummed, eyes still fixed on you. Calm, but sharp. Like he was studying your soul.

He reached out and brushed a leaf from your hair. “You missed something,” he said simply.

You stiffened.

Someone scoffed behind him.

“Yo, Mikey,” Baji called. “Since when do you care if a girl’s got leaves in her hair?”

Mikey didn’t look away. Just shrugged. “Since now.”

The group blinked.

Even Draken raised an eyebrow.

Peh-yan leaned toward Mitsuya. “Bro… is he okay? He never talks to girls unless it’s about food.”

“I’m watching this like a live drama,” Mitsuya whispered back.

Draken stepped forward. “Mikey,” he said lowly, “she was literally stalking us.”

“Not stalking,” you mumbled, eyes on the dirt. “I just… didn’t know how to talk to you.”

“See?” Mikey said. “She just wanted to talk.”

“That doesn’t make it less weird.”

Mikey looked over his shoulder at him, blank but firm. “I don’t care.”

Silence again.

You shifted, unsure if you should run or evaporate. But Mikey turned back before you could decide.

“What’s your name?”

You hesitated. “…Y/N.”

He nodded slowly.

“Well, Y/N…” He stepped closer. “Next time you wanna talk, just come say hi.”

You stared up at him, stunned.

Then he leaned in, close enough to murmur:

“You don’t have to hide.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart thudded so loud it hurt.

He knows. He knows what you did.

And he doesn’t care.

Worse—he might’ve liked it.

Even with Toman watching, the world had narrowed to just the two of you. Mikey’s stare was steady. Unreadable. Like he’d looked through thousands of people before you… and found them boring.

But not you.

Whether that was a blessing or a curse—you weren’t sure.

“Alright,” Mitsuya called, breaking the tension, “soap opera’s over. Let’s get to the meeting.”

The others drifted away, still side-eyeing you. But Mikey didn’t move.

He looked you over one last time.

“You gonna run again?”

“…No.”

His smile tugged up, slow and real. “Good.”

You swallowed.

“And if I wanted to talk to you again…?”

He raised a brow, amused. “I already told you.”

He reached up—gently twisting a strand of your hair around his finger.

“I’m not hard to find.”

Then he turned and walked away like none of it mattered.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.

That night, sleep didn’t come.

You tossed and turned, thoughts a storm of what-ifs and did-that-really-happens. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw him.

Leaning into your touch.

Sniffing your wrist.

Saying your name like it already belonged to him.

Your body still remembered it.

Eventually, you gave up and opened your phone. Scrolled past homework screenshots. Past saved memes. Past—

There it was.

A blurry photo. Taken behind a corner. Mikey in sunlight. Asleep.

You stared at it, guilt twisting in your chest.

You were insane. Obsessed. Creepy.

And yet…

He smiled.

Touched your hair.

Asked your name.

Instead of shame, you felt something worse.

Longing.

You locked your phone and sat up in the dark.

Tomorrow.

You had to see him again tomorrow.

But maybe this time… you wouldn’t hide.

The next morning, you walked into class expecting everything to be normal.

Same halls. Same sleepy classmates. Same Mikey, head on his desk.

But today?

He was already sitting up.

Wide awake. Arms crossed. Staring at the door like he’d been waiting.

And when you walked in—his whole face lit up.

“There she is,” he said.

You stopped mid-step.

The whole class turned.

Even the teacher stared, squinting like she was hallucinating.

“Is he… awake?” she whispered.

“Yo, Y/N.”

Mikey smiled. Not the lazy kind—but real. Bright. He even waved.

You stood frozen.

Then—

“You gonna just stand there or sit next to me?”

The class exploded.

“HUHHHH?!”

“Did he just—?!”

“Bro, Mikey’s talking to someone?!”

You were burning alive. But your feet moved. You sat.

Mikey leaned over, chin on his hand.

“Morning,” he murmured.

“…Morning.”

He smiled lazily and turned toward the window like this was totally normal.

But it wasn’t.

Because Mikey was paying attention.

And everyone noticed.

And worse?

He wasn’t stopping.

If anything… he doubled down.

The moment you sat down, he leaned over to peer at your notebook, brows furrowed like he was really trying.

“What’s this word?” he asked, voice low, tapping a sentence with his pen. “It’s all squiggly.”

“…It says ‘photosynthesis.’”

He blinked. “That’s not a real word.”

“It is,” you whispered back, biting back a smile.

He hummed. “Sounds fake.”

You tried to keep your attention on the board, but Mikey kept nudging you with questions. What does that mean? Is that gonna be on the test? Wait, what’s her name again? The teacher?

You weren’t sure what was funnier—his nonsense questions or how genuinely curious he seemed once you started answering them. He even started writing things down.

Not well. Not neatly. But he was trying.

By the third time he leaned in and whispered, “Wait, wait—say it again slower,” Draken had fully turned in his seat.

“…What the hell is going on right now?” he muttered.

Even the teacher paused at one point, blinking at the sight of Mikey actually holding a pen.

She subtly adjusted her glasses, muttering under her breath, “I must be dreaming.”

You, on the other hand, were dying inside. Every time Mikey leaned a little too close or smiled at your notes like they were magic, your pulse skyrocketed.

And he knew it.

“Ohhh, look at that. Your ears turned red again,” he teased halfway through the lecture. “You blushing, Miss Tutor?”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “Don’t call me that—”

“Too late.” He grinned. “It suits you.”

The bell rang all too soon, and the classroom exploded into chatter as everyone gathered their things. But before you could even stand, your teacher called out.

“Y/N?”

You paused mid-motion. “…Yes?”

The woman looked mildly overwhelmed but determined. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You hesitantly walked up to her desk, bag still slung over your shoulder. Mikey, of course, followed like a shadow.

“I don’t know what you did,” the teacher said, adjusting her glasses again, “but I’ve never seen Mikey this alert during class. Ever. I thought he had a medical condition at one point.”

“…I’m just as surprised as you are,” you admitted.

The teacher gave you a long look. “Well, whatever this is, keep it up. He clearly listens to you.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“I’m officially assigning you as Mikey’s academic tutor.” She didn’t even blink. “If you can get him to graduate, I’ll personally write your college recommendation letter. Deal?”

Before you could protest, Mikey let out a dramatic gasp behind you. “Did you hear that, Miss Tutor? We’re officially a duo now.”

You groaned. “Oh my God—”

“It’s official,�� Mikey said, turning to the class with mock-seriousness. “From now on, address her as Ma’am, Miss, or my Tutor.”

The room fell silent.

Was Mikey ordering them to call you his tutor..

Even Draken couldn’t believe it. “He’s got jokes now? Nah, this is cursed.”

A random student fake-saluted you. “Ma’am. Yes, ma’am.”

“Miss Y/N,” another said, dramatically bowing.

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate all of you.”

Mikey just leaned over again, voice smug and syrup-smooth.

“See you after school, Miss Tutor,” he murmured. “We’ve got studying to do.”

And despite every rational bone in your body screaming at you to stay calm…

You were absolutely screwed.

Lunch break again. This time, you didn’t stay behind. But you felt eyes on you the whole walk down the hallway. Boys staring. Girls whispering.

You ducked your head, embarrassed. Until—

“Y/N!”

His voice rang out behind you, smooth and loud and unmissable.

You turned—and there he was, walking straight toward you with his hands in his pockets, like he had nothing better to do.

“Mikey—” you started, but he kept going.

“You gonna eat alone?”

“…I wasn’t—”

“Cool,” he cut in. “Let’s eat together.”

You blinked. “With who?”

“With me.”

You blinked again.

“…Just us?”

He looked down at you, amused. “Unless you want the others to come.”

Your silence was loud.

He smiled.

“I thought so.”

You sat on the rooftop, the sun high and the wind tangling your hair.

Mikey unwrapped his food casually, legs stretched out, eyes half-lidded like usual. But every so often, his gaze would flick to you. Watching. Curious.

“You ever watch someone sleep again after that day?” he asked suddenly, as if you were in the middle of that conversation.

Your heart stopped and you looked away embarrassed.

“…No.”

He turned to you fully.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Your eyes widened. “You… what?”

He shrugged, as if this wasn’t the most deranged sentence a sane boy could ever say.

“I liked it.”

You stared at him.

“You’re kidding.”

He shook his head.

“Most people look at me and see Toman.” He glanced up at the clouds. “But you looked at me like I was just… me.”

Your throat tightened.

He looked back.

“I don’t get that a lot.”

The silence between you thickened. Heavy. Meaningful.

You tried to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

He watched you squirm.

Then, almost cruelly soft,

“You gonna follow me again?”

You flushed.

“I—I didn’t—”

“Liar.”

He smiled again. This one different.

He liked the power.

You could tell.

And you?

You liked being at his mercy.

Author’s Note:

This one was so fun to write 😭 I’m probably gonna write a part 2 soon where Y/N ends up tutoring him (against her will lol) and it just snowballs from there, expect more tension, obsession, and chaos.

[httpvomitello]

Pretty Girls Fight Like This! *⁠.⁠✧

April had brought you into the lair one night, insisting you’d be a valuable addition to the team. At first, Donnie thought you’d be like anyone else, but then he saw you.

Your bright, pastel-colored outfit caught his attention immediately, a stark contrast to the dim, industrial tones of the lair. And then there was your hair—long, flowing, and streaked with colors so vibrant it almost looked like a prism.

“Is your hair... naturally like that?” Donnie asked before he could stop himself.

You laughed, brushing a strand behind your ear. “Nope! It’s dyed. I like to stand out, you know?”

Donnie blinked, unsure how to respond. You certainly stood out, that was for sure.

He quickly learned there was more to you than your eye-catching appearance.

One of the first things that caught him off guard was your strength. During a training session, Donnie watched in stunned silence as you easily lifted a heavy training dummy and hurled it across the room.

“Impressive,” he muttered, adjusting his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

You grinned, wiping sweat from your brow. “Thanks! I’ve always been a bit on the stronger side.”

“A bit?” Donnie repeated, incredulous.

“Okay, maybe a lot,” you admitted with a wink.

Donnie didn’t say anything, but he made a mental note to measure your strength later—purely for scientific purposes, of course.

Then there was your appetite.

One evening, Donnie walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and found you sitting at the table with Mikey, the two of you demolishing an entire pizza.

“Wow,” Donnie said, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t think anyone could keep up with Mikey’s eating habits.”

You swallowed a mouthful of pizza and smiled. “What can I say? I love food!”

Mikey laughed, nudging you playfully. “Don’t worry, D. Y/N’s got a black hole for a stomach like me!”

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course...”

Despite your quirks—or maybe because of them—Donnie found himself intrigued by you.

Your bright clothes, your boundless energy, your unapologetic individuality... It was all so different from the calculated, methodical world he lived in.

One thing that particularly caught his attention was your socks—or, more accurately, your constant struggle to keep them from slipping. Every time you adjusted them during training, Donnie couldn’t help but notice.

“Why don’t you just get longer socks?” he asked one day, genuinely curious.

“I’ve tried,” you said with a sigh. “But they always fall down. It’s so annoying!”

That conversation stuck with him, and a few days later, Donnie found himself tinkering in his lab. He designed a pair of custom socks with reinforced elastic, ensuring they wouldn’t slip no matter how much you moved.

When he handed them to you, you were surprised.

“They're for me?” you said, holding them up.

“They’re designed to stay up during activity,” Donnie explained, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I noticed you were struggling with yours, so I thought these might help.”

Your face lit up, and you gave him a beaming smile. “Donnie, that’s so thoughtful! Thank you!”

You hugged him tightly, catching him off guard.

“It’s nothing,” he said, trying to play it cool. But his heart was racing, and he couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face.

Over time, Donnie found himself growing more and more attached to you.

It wasn’t just your strength or your unique style—it was the way you treated him. You didn’t just see him as “the smart one” or “the tech guy.” You saw him.

And you had a way of surprising him with small gestures, like bringing him snacks while he worked or showing genuine interest in his inventions.

One day, you handed him a small bracelet made of colorful beads.

“What’s this?” Donnie asked, examining it.

“A good luck charm,” you said with a smile. “I thought you could use it in the lab.”

Donnie stared at the bracelet, his chest tightening. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant so much to him.

“Thank you,” he said softly, slipping it onto his wrist.

Donnie wasn’t used to feeling this way—flustered, nervous, happy. But with you, it felt natural.

You were a whirlwind of color and energy in his otherwise structured world, and he found himself drawn to you in ways he didn’t fully understand.

[snnowwpheenix]

Tokyo Revengers characters witnessing their sons being protective over their baby sisters

🐉 Draken

Draken was cleaning his bike when he heard his son sternly say, “No touching her hair, Kenta. Only I can braid it.” Peeking around the corner, Draken saw his five-year-old son gently fixing his baby sister’s pigtails. “She’s my princess,” the boy declared. Draken chuckled, pride swelling in his chest. “Good man,” he whispered.

👑 Mikey

Mikey found his son standing in front of the crib like a soldier on duty. “No monsters allowed near my sister,” he whispered fiercely to the dark hallway. Mikey, munching on a taiyaki, smirked. “Looks like the protector of the new era’s already here.” He patted his son’s head. “Don’t let the monsters get her, soldier.”

🕊️ Takemichi

When a visiting toddler tried to take his baby sister’s rattle, Takemichi’s son snatched it back. “No! That’s hers!” Takemichi blinked in surprise. “Whoa… didn’t know you had it in you.” His son turned and hugged his sister. “She’s little. I gotta protect her like you do, Daddy.” Takemichi wiped a tear. “Proud doesn’t even cut it.”

🐥 Chifuyu

Chifuyu overheard his son arguing with a classmate during a playdate. “You can’t call my sister weird! She’s a genius baby!” Later, his son asked, “Was I too harsh?” Chifuyu laughed, ruffling his son’s hair. “Nah, you were just right. Always stand up for her.”

🐺 Baji

When the baby started crying, Baji’s son bolted into the room, arms open. “Who hurt you?! I’ll bite ‘em!” Baji nearly choked on his drink laughing. “She probably farted, buddy.” His son frowned. “Still. If someone hurt her, they’re toast.”

🧵 Mitsuya

His son was trying to tie a bow on his baby sister’s dress, tongue sticking out in focus. “She’s gonna be the prettiest. No one’s allowed to tease her at school ever.” Mitsuya smiled warmly, already snapping a picture. “She’s lucky to have you, little designer.”

😈 Smiley

Smiley caught his son glaring at a boy at the park. “Don’t talk to her unless you brought snacks.” Smiley laughed from the bench. “Damn, he’s already screening her suitors.” He gave his son a thumbs-up. “Daddy’s proud.”

😢 Angry

Angry’s son clutched his sister close when the thunder cracked. “I won’t let the boom get you. I’m strong like Daddy.” Angry’s eyes welled up. “You’re stronger than you think, kiddo.”

💪 Taiju

His son stood beside the crib with arms crossed. “No one touches her unless they pray first.” Taiju raised a brow, trying not to laugh. “Amen to that,” he muttered, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You’re doing God’s work, son.”

🧍‍♂️ Hakkai

He saw his son gently putting mittens on the baby. “She might get cold. I read babies lose heat fast.” Hakkai smiled, hugging him from behind. “Such a good big brother.” His son blushed. “She’s my treasure, after all.”

🧠 Kisaki

Kisaki walked in on his son pacing the room, muttering, “Okay, if someone bullies her in daycare, I’ll file a report. Or… maybe I can frame them…” “…Whoa there, little tactician.” Kisaki snorted, genuinely amused. “Maybe dial back the evil genius by 30%.”

😈 Hanma

Hanma’s son pushed a toy away from the baby, scowling. “That bear had weird eyes. I don’t trust it.” Hanma cackled. “You’re paranoid like me! I love it.” “Paranoid means I’m careful, right?” “Exactly, lil’ menace.”

👑 Rin (Rindou)

Rin was surprised when his son snatched his phone. “No pictures unless she says okay! She’s not a doll!” “…She can’t talk yet.” “She still deserves respect.” Rindou blinked. “Damn. Okay, woke king.”

🌺 Ran

Ran’s son had wrapped his sister in four layers of blankets. “She’s fragile, okay?” “She’s sweating.” “Still. Better hot than hurt.” Ran laughed, taking a picture. “You really are too much like me.”

🖤 Kakucho

Kakucho watched as his son carefully guarded the stroller while they were out. “Dad, walk on the street side. I got her back.” Kakucho smiled, heart full. “You’re already a better man than most.”

🐾 Inupi

Inupi’s son carefully placed his jacket over his baby sister. “Her arms are cold, and I’m fine without it.” Inupi crouched beside him, brushing the boy’s bangs. “She’s lucky to have you. Just like I was lucky to have someone who protected me.”

💰 Koko

Koko found his son counting coins. “What are you doing?” “Saving up to buy her bodyguards when she’s older.” Koko burst out laughing. “Ambitious.” “She’s a princess, Dad. She needs security.” Koko grinned. “Spoken like a true Koko Jr.”

👑 Izana

Izana walked into the nursery, finding his son standing beside the crib, holding a plastic sword. “What are you doing?” Izana asked, amused. His son didn’t take his eyes off the baby. “Guard duty. I’m the knight. She’s the princess.” Izana chuckled, kneeling beside him. “She’s safe with you, huh?” His son nodded fiercely. “I’d fight dragons if I had to.” Izana tousled his hair. “You’re already more noble than half the world.”

🐯 Kazutora

Kazutora watched quietly from the hallway as his son scolded a family friend’s kid. “Don’t yank her toy! She’s just a baby! You wanna cry like one too?” The kid backed off fast. Kazutora grinned, then pulled his son aside. “Hey, you okay?” His son huffed, “She’s tiny. People can’t just mess with her.” Kazutora kneeled down, heart soft. “You’re strong… but the way you protect her? That’s the strongest I’ve ever seen you.” His son blinked, a little bashful now. “She’s all I’ve got. I gotta keep her safe.” Kazutora smiled gently. “I know that feeling.”

[zanashayan]

The second part of my thoughts on the death of Raph.

I think this is a moment a few minutes after Raphael left the world of the living by sacrificing himself. And while Leo faces grief with a steady gaze and awareness, that now he alone will control the rebels, without the help of his older brother (my headcanon is that for some time Raph and Leo shared the duties of leaders of the Resistance), Mikey prefers to face grief in the arms of his brother. I'm not downplaying Angelo's mental strength, but his emotions are sometimes stronger than himself.

[oscquinn]

real love, baby

carmy blurb inspired by this ask!! mature, 18+. smoking 🍃, plenty of fluff, domestic and lovely <33

wc: 650

carmen's been high before, smoked a couple joints with mikey & richie in his teens, took gummies for his sleep while staging in copenhagen. but recently he confessed to you, he's never had an enjoyable high. with his brother he was often on edge, trying to remain cool for the older boys.

so on a monday morning when neither of you have anything to do, and there's a farmers market down the block you've been dying to visit, you wake before carmen and make your way into the living room. you open your freshly restocked stash and unwrap the glassware you'd ordered for this moment, a bong much smaller than your own, to let your boyfriend get the hang of it.

after grinding enough for the morning and packing the first bowl, unable to resist a hit or two for yourself, you get to work on breakfast. carmen wakes to the thick, earthy smell of the smoke paired with the savory scent of bacon and eggs. you plate up two breakfast sandwiches and make your way to carmen's side where he stands by the open window.

you show him how to inhale from the bong, sharing your first hit with him by taking his chin and exhaling the smoke into his parted lips. it's more filtered that way, gentler even though his lungs have become accustomed to the intrusion. he kisses you soundly after that, tongue slipping past your lips as he exhales through his nose.

it takes fifteen minutes for your plates and the first bowl to be cleared. by then carmen's contracted a case of the giggles, his eager hands reaching for the glass piece when you fail to clear the smoke in one go. you laugh with him, and kiss his sweet, rosy cheeks. while you repack the bowl you instruct carmen to pull up a playlist of yours, swaying your shoulders to the beat of the familiar songs.

your boyfriend isn’t a dancer by any means, and you’re fine with that. you let the music move you enough for two. but something about this morning gets carmen up, his hands tugging you upright and into his arms. full of giggles, you move to the beat.

after smoking down the second, as you pack the third bowl carmen bashfully asks what you plan on wearing to the farmers market, wanting to match with you. with a grin on your face, you tug him into the bedroom and giggle at the way he makes sure your bong is in his hand too, never one to be wasteful.

you open all the bedroom windows, taking turns taking hits as you choose a matching outfit. after finding a cropped white tee in your half of the closet and a pair of levi's jeans you know you have to recreate his signature look. you pair the two with the leather jacket carmen had planned on wearing, but he doesn't tell you that. looks better on you anyway, he thinks. instead he puts a zip up hoodie around his shoulders, promising to take it off if you want a picture together, even if you tell him it's too cold. he'd do anything for you, no matter how small or silly.

you freshen up with dry shampoo to soak up the smell, reassuring carmen that a brisk walk on a chicago spring morning will wash away the rest of the smoke that clings to your bodies. you both take a spritz of his cologne, because it's a stronger scent of course, not because you love being enveloped in carmen.

the walk to the farmers market is taken at a leisurely pace, hand in hand. together you purchase homegrown espresso beans, fresh mozzarella and pasta, and a colorful array of fruits and vegetables. carmen disappears from your side for a bit while you survey the selection of a "green" bakery, offering infused sweets as well as quality gummies. you purchase the sleep blend gummies for carmen to try, and a packet of infused candies for yourself.

when the transaction is done you look around for your boyfriend, noticing first the large bouquet moving toward you, then his bright smile. of course carmen bought you flowers.

THX 4 READING → dividers by cafekitsune (x), saradika (x). dedicated to @saltnsugarbear hehe

[somerandomdudelmao]

There's so much to take in during this scene. Donnie was having a nightmare about his sickness, about it coming back and trapping him in a body that won't listen. About people watching and thinking of him as already dead, even though his mind is still as strong as it ever was and begging for someone to listen to him, to notice that he's still there and alive.

And someone does. Two someone's, in fact.

Mikey and Leo, the two brothers that can't actively comfort him because they're gone. They're gone, and he's still there. And maybe dream Donnie doesn't know this, because he's dreaming and isn't aware he's dreaming. Earlier, he was yelling for Mikey and Leo, crying for them to come back because in the waking world he's trying to bring them back.

So in his dream, he goes looking for them.

And they heed his call. When he's given up or is too weak to keep trying to tell everyone he's still alive, they notice that he's still there and they pick him off the ground and comfort him. They know that it's only a matter of time until the sickness claims him, and yet they help anyways. Because he's not dead yet, and they're going to keep him as comfortable as they can until it's his time.

They see him, they see Donnie, and they refuse to just let him rot. Because someone who is still alive can't decay, and they know this.

Mikey knows his magic can't take the sickness away, can't fight it off for Donnie, and he still tries anyways. Because it does help, even if only a little. And Leo knows how much Donnie hates being so weak, so he picks him up the same way he did when Donnie knew that today would be his last. Because Donnie trusts him to pick him up without mocking him, because Donnie knows Leo is someone he can rely on to be there for him.

And Leo knows Donnie isn't weak, he thinks of Donnie as one of the strongest people he knows. It's impossible for Donnie to be weak, because he was never weak before. Just because physically he's not the strongest of them, doesn't mean his mind is weak.

He's strong in the way the Krang designed a sickness specifically to kill him and him alone. They could've taken Mikey out, but they didn't. They chose Donnie. Because they knew without Donnie it was only a matter of time until they won, and they were right.

He's strong in the way he lasted so much longer than he should have, in the way the Krang were shocked he lived so long. Because he never stopped fighting. Never. Even when he was so weak he needed CJ to support him, he still decimated the Krang in a way that even Mikey couldn't.

He's strong in the way he reversed death, he's strong in the way he kept the Krang from breaching the Resistance's defenses for what is implied to be close to three decades, he's strong in how he did everything he could to keep the Resistance alive without him before he passed. He's strong in how even when he's at his worst he's still stronger than the enemy.

And yet...

And yet.

And yet, despite this, his family still go out of their way to help him, to hold him up, to check on him and take care of him despite how strong he is. Because they care about him, they care about him so much that they hate seeing him in pain. And so they ease it in anyway they can.

Donnie is so strong, but his family still holds him up.

Because that's what love is.

[phecdasolar]

Tumblr I need your help I am in dire need of feral/unhinged Disaster Twins fics pleaseeee (and maybe Mikey as a bonus) I’m just in love with the idea of Raph being the impulse control for once with this iteration, and just the second he’s out of commission the other three go insane.

Weapons of War, Bioengineered Killing Machines, Manufactured Supersoldiers Rottmnt turtles my BELOVEDS

And maybe just like,,, set Leo and Donnie loose on one of the other dimensions and have them absolutely horrifically annihilate their counterparts’ villains while they watch on in horror

(B.E.A.S.T. was SUCH a good fic you guys oh my GOSH go read it I’m begging you-)

I NEED to have it addressed in fic form that the Rise turtles are fundamentally different than all their other counterparts, because their counterparts? They were accidents. Just a couple of turtles splashed with mutagen and oh look now they’re people but Green. (Huge oversimplification I’m aware but hear me out okay-)

But the Rise boys were created. They were specifically designed to be weapons of mass destruction. They were built with the intent to cause harm which means they were bioengineered to be stronger, smarter(?), faster, to heal quicker, to have the capacity to take hard hits while dishing out even harder ones, they were literally forged with a purpose to kill.

Add on their mystic powers? Then their unlocked Ninpo? You can’t honestly tell me that these four aren’t the strongest and potentially deadliest version of themselves out there.

Yes they still had to learn things, as did the other iterations, they weren’t immediately good (that much is obvious, like c’mon it’s IN the name) but I don’t think the other iterations possess the same instincts as these guys do. They’re just so. Unhinged. They’ve all had their moments in the show I think where it’s obvious they’re not really,,, stable. I love them.

In a plain fists only, maybe weapons, no powers fight, I do think some of the other iterations would win, but purely because they have way more experience than these guys do. (If I did any crossovers I’d say 2003 and 2012 are definitely older than these guys, especially if we’re basing this at the end of their shows) But put them against each other when they’re still at the same level? Rise is whooping butt, I know where I’m placing my bets. It’s called RISE of the TMNT for a reasonnnnnn they’re not there yet but they WILL BE, and as of the end of s2 and the movie I say they’re finally THERE.

I have no idea how this turned into a headcanon rant this was just supposed to be me asking for fic recs hsgdjdjdk it’s almost 3 am tho so whatever sorry if none or only some of this is incoherent o7 o/

Editing this with a list of fics I have been graciously recommended below the cut:

Firefight by remrose [43/43 chapters 222k words] (edit: JUST FINISHED READING ch38-42 WATCH ME BAWL MY EYES OUT I was rotating them in my brain all morning at work) less on the feral side, more on the gut-wrenching angst side, still Disaster Twins and still super good

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own by YukiSkyes [7/? chapters, 18k words] the CLASSIC “the Disaster Twins are unapologetically causing chaos” fic, always a delight to read

The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer [27/37 chapters, 143k words] I’m being told it’s very true to the theme here, and it’s very angsty, a suspenseful psychological thriller, and will make you scream at your phone. I for one am very intrigued

Eschatology by aenor_llelo, Alderous, ConcoctionsFromHell, izziel_galaxy, Jaybird314, Otakuforlife19, and Rocket999 [17/17 chapters, 344k words] “HEAVY on the boys being biologically engineered to destroy the world, it also delves into so much character building and worldbuilding that we never got in canon, and it gives even super minor characters the chance to shine” Sounds intriguing, AND it’s a BNHA crossover which I am a big fan of :D

The Hunter’s Bible also by TurtleSoupSwimmer [2/2 chapters, 15k words] Rated Mature, contains themes of SA and c@nnibalism so PLEASE keep that in mind!! Not a fic for the faint of heart this is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! The SA is only attempted, and never shown, only implied, and it’s only in ch 1, but the other stuff is fairly descriptive and takes place in ch 2. All that being said, flipping UNHINGED, just about lost my mind in ch 2, it was entertaining in a surreal kinda way if you get what I mean. Funky little feral creatures

[bettertwin1]

TELL US MORE ABOUT YOUR NINPO LEE!!!!! LEE!!!! JUMPING UP AND DOWN THROUGH THE CROWD

OKAY SO. let's first of all ignore the inaccuracies of the nervous system, it's JUST for a general idea. But anyway let's go-

NINPŌ, it's this ancient mystic power that derives from the Hamato Clan and yadda yadda boring stuff Hamato essence, it's passed down and it gives us SUPER cool powers. Now, when it comes to my ninpō it feels like an electric flame in the center of my chest, i haven't always felt it but Mikey says that he's always felt it since he was a kid. Mikey's always had a talent for this stuff though so it wasn't suprising to hear that.

Now the best way I can describe the way ninpō feels is that it feels like little static bites that travel through your nervous system in quick sparks, it's not a bad feeling, it's similar to the feeling of adrenaline where it gets your heart pumping and makes you feel way stronger or faster.

When I use my ninpō I see differently.

Picture this, your normal environment with all the pretty colors, but you want to move from point A to point C quickly. In that moment, everything inverts and then focuses into a stream of blues and whites, it's hard to see BUT you can make out the blur of the environment around you. You aren't really physically there anymore but at the same time you are. It's like a different plain of existence.

The only thing you can CLEARLY see is the katana you threw that is burning way brighter than anything else, problem is that it's also sorta phasing in and out so you have to focus really really hard, reach out and grab it.

And once you get your hands on the handle, everything flashes around you and it feels REALLY hot for a second but now you're at point C and even though it felt like a minute or so it only took a second.

It feels like phasing through a wall in a video game or glitching out of bounds. SUPER weird and leaves you buzzed once you stop using it. But yeah! That's how that works- for ME.

Slicing portals feels like slicing through paper no matter where I do it or on the material i'm slicing into. It's a lot of bending reality, I guess! Literally ripping apart atoms to make a portal and then using it like a gateway to get where I want to go. Speaking of where I want to go, I need to have a precise location in mind before I leap through a portal, or i'll end up at a random coordinate or dimension altogether.

In this case, think about minecraft, you can't really teleport to where you want to go unless you have the x, y and z coordinates. It's something like that. Lets say, for example, I'm in my room but I want to slice a portal to get into Donnie's lab which is all the way across the lair. I have to envision where I want to come in from, and land at or else i'll end up somewhere else entirely or somewhere in the general area but not exactly where I wanted to be.

It mostly makes sense to me which is why i'm so good at using it but to someone who doesn't have it, it sounds WAY harder than it actually is. It's just alot of focusing.

[dandylovesturtles]

kids are about 8/9 here. idk what this is. happy 10 days to Halloween?

cw: violence, blood, gore (not the turtles'), cussing

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Later, Donnie would say going to the surface was Leo's idea, but really, it had been an unspoken joint decision. He wanted to search the trash in the alley for building materials, Leo was just annoyed at being treated like a baby. Sure, it made sense why Mikey wasn't allowed to go to the surface without Raph, but why were the two of them subject to the same rules? They were a whole year older!

So when Papa fell asleep in his chair, and with Raph chasing an uncooperative Mikey around, begging him to take a bath, Leo looked at Donnie, then at the exit to the tunnels, and Donnie followed him right out.

At first it was exhilarating. He and Leo had been to the surface several times now, but it was always with Raph or Splinter, and that meant it came with rules. Don't touch that. Stay where I can see you. Don't run off. There's too many humans that way. No you can't take that back to the lair, it's dangerous. On and on and on. But this time they were alone, and Donnie wasn't going to stop Leo from climbing the fire escape and petting the cats sitting on windowsills as long as Leo wouldn't tell him to put the old, broken electronics and jagged pieces of metal he found back in the dumpster.

And Leo didn't say a thing about it, other than to call him a nerd. Of course.

It was a cool night, but not so cold that it made Donnie shiver. It had rained recently, so everything was damp and there was a fog that held in the air. The only noise besides what the two of them made came from an old pair of vending machines right by the entrance to the street, buzzing and humming with electricity. Leo had already asked Donnie if he could "hack it" to get them some drinks and snacks, and Donnie had shooed him off so he could get back to his scavenging. But he was seriously considering giving it a try once his work was done.

Leo dropped off the fire escape and wandered closer to the street. It was deep into the night, but when Donnie looked he could still see Leo in the glow from the vending machine, so he didn't worry too much. He'd just found a perfectly good toaster that someone threw out, and he absolutely planned to take it back with him.

He'd just ducked down to tug at a box sticking out of the mound of trash, when he heard a voice echo off the bricks of the buildings.

"Yooo, dude. Did you see that!?"

"Shhh, shhh, hold on," said another voice, followed by some quick footsteps.

And then Leo yelped.

Donnie's heart was pounding against his plastron as he slowly and carefully peeked above the rim of the dumpster. Two big humans stood in the light of the vending machine; one of them had Leo, holding him by the lip of his shell where it opened for his head.

"The hell is this?"

"Looks like some kind of fucked up turtle."

"I knew the Hudson was radioactive, man."

Leo squirmed in their grasp, but they were way bigger and stronger, and they kept him from escaping. He didn't have his weapons, because Dad only let them have them when they were training ("You'll poke your eye out," he'd said). Fat lot of good that did them now.

"What do you think we could sell it for?" asked one of the humans.

"Who would even want it?"

"Dude, someone's gotta. A zoo or something!"

"Damn, you're right. It's worth a try, right?"

Donnie's blood ran cold. They were going to take Leo away. They were going to take his brother away, and he'd never see him again, never get to talk to him or play with him again, and Donnie

couldn't

let

that

happen.

Before he himself even knew what he was planning, he'd jumped out of the dumpster and shot straight toward the humans. They'd only just noticed him when he launched himself at the one holding Leo and bit, directly into the hairy, exposed flesh.

An agonized scream filled the alley.

The leg Donnie was biting began to shake and kick, frantically trying to dislodge him, but Donnie only bit down tighter, sinking all his teeth into the man, his jaws locking and refusing to let go. There was a thud as something hit the concrete beside him; the man was still screaming.

"GET HIM OFF ME! GET HIM OFF GET HIM OFF- OH SHIT-"

Human hands grabbed at Donnie and yanked, but he didn't let go. A disgusting, metallic taste filled his mouth, and something chewy and unpleasant was coming loose between his teeth.

The men were both yelling now, kicking, hitting, but Donnie didn't let go, he wouldn't, he couldn't-

Until he felt a hand wrap around his. Small, three-fingered, and as familiar as his own.

Donnie yanked back. The chewy thing between his teeth came with him. The man was still shrieking in pain, blood pouring down his leg and staining his socks and sneakers, snot and spittle hanging from his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" yelled the man.

Donnie and Leo scrambled backwards, hands locked tight together.

"Dude, we gotta get you to a hospital," said the uninjured man, grabbing the other human's arm and tugging. For a moment, the injured man fought back, waving his fists at Donnie and Leo.

"I'M GONNA KILL THAT THING!" the man screamed. A light came on in a window above.

"Come on, man, it probably has rabies," said the other human, still tugging. "Let's get out of here. Call animal control."

For a second, Donnie thought he would keep coming, even with a limp, but eventually he relented, and went with his companion. They could still here the man yelling as they disappeared from sight.

Donnie and Leo watched, still and silent in the shadows beyond the vending machines, for a very long moment. The only sounds in the alley were the electric hum of the vending machines, but it was louder now, somehow, louder and more annoying and pressing in on Donnie from all sides.

He suddenly became very aware of a sticky substance on his hands and arms and shoulders and face. The unpleasant taste was still in his mouth, as was the squishy thing, and it filled him with revulsion. He spat it out on the ground, and saw skin and hair and red stuff and-

He wanted to gag, but he couldn't. He could feel his muscles shutting down, the way they did sometimes. He hated this feeling, but he knew from experience he couldn't stop it. It was out of his control now.

The whine started at the back of his throat and built in intensity until it drowned out the sounds of the vending machines. His hands moved to clutch his head against his will, and he sank to the ground, curling up over his knees and pressing himself against them in a desperate bid to get it all to stop.

"Shoot, Dee," he heard Leo say, and then he moved away. Donnie couldn't open his eyes to see where he went, but a moment later he heard the sound of glass breaking.

A few seconds later, he heard a soft fizz, and then something cool was being pressed against his arm.

Slowly, he squinted his eyes open. He could barely stand it, but he had to do it, to see Leo in crouching in front of him, holding out a bottle of cola and signing at him to drink.

Clumsily, he took it. The mix of cola and the metallic taste in his mouth almost made him gag again, and he spat that out, too. Somehow, it helped. He repeated this action several more times, until the bottle was almost empty and his mouth was free of that terrible taste.

Then, slowly, a little at a time, he drank the rest.

The world backed down to a manageable level. Leo was still in front of him, looking worried. His eyes and face were wet, and Donnie didn't think it was from the mist.

Still, he met Donnie's eyes with a wobbly smile and asked, "Ready to go down?"

Hesitantly, Donnie stood up. When he didn't fall over, he nodded. Leo nodded back, then went to the manhole cover and opened it up.

Donnie didn't go back for the toaster. He didn't even remember it, really.

Leo gestured for Donnie to go down the ladder first, then covered over the hole behind them. They made their way to the bottom more slowly than they ever did with Raph, neither of them feeling up to any tricks tonight.

They walked back towards the lair in silent for a few minutes, while Donnie got his voice back. Leo waited for him to talk first, and Donnie appreciated that.

"...Where'd you get the soda?" he asked, when he could.

"Broke the glass on the vending machine with a rock," Leo explained. He gave Donnie a playful grin. "It's faster than hacking."

Donnie rolled his eyes at that. He could have done it if he'd had time!

They walked a bit further. Donnie was still covered in the sticky, gross substance, but when Leo reached for his hand again, Donnie took it.

"Thanks," said Leo, quieter now.

"I didn't want them to take you away," said Donnie honestly.

Leo's hand squeezed his. "I didn't want to go away," he said, his voice sounding strained.

Donnie stopped, and so did Leo. They turned to look at each other, as best as they could in the dark sewer tunnels.

Then Donnie launched himself at Leo, wrapping him in the tightest hug he could, and Leo hugged him back, burying his face in the soft place against Donnie's neck and shell. Donnie could feel something wet land on him, but he didn't mind because it wasn't sticky like the other stuff.

He just held Leo tight, and Leo held back, for a long while.

(They were still like that when Splinter and Raph found them. The blood freaked them out, and learning it wasn't Donnie's hadn't reassured them.

They were grounded for three weeks, but they still got to be together and read comics, so really, it wasn't too bad.)

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How would the Tmnt bros (2003) react to a best friend who has a crush on them and at first they don't feel the same way, But way later on they develop feelings for their friend but theres that bit of awkwardness in that they already rejected said Friend's prior confession.

And like the friend took the rejection well and is trying to move on, though theres a bit of tension as the friend is subtly trying to avoid like being alone or like to close physically with their turtle crush so as to not make them uncomfortable and even gets on a dating app (with 0% success there lol) They atleast hide their still very much there feelings and are good at not being obvious they are still down bad for the turtle.

Also I cant get enough of your writing! I love it so much Always looking forward to the next post, Hope your having a wonderful week!

Hey anon! Sorry for the long wait! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 I really hope you enjoy this one!

Awkward…

🐢💙❤️TMNT ‘03 x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 642

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, a bit more on the angsty side for some, for others they get a bit of fluff. The boys and Mikey don’t know how to healthy deal with their emotions. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo feels like a huge dick. Like, seriously. He felt really bad having to reject you, now he feels really bad that suddenly he feels those same feelings. Like, man. This is NOT what he wanted.

💙 Will actually avoid you at all costs because he feels so bad, he’s trying to focus on other things. He luckily feels better in a group setting so it’s just not you and him.

💙 He misses old times quite a bit, and when he sees the obvious signs that you’re still into him, he’s a mess. Man is just a goddamn mess. Like what’s he supposed to do in this situation? He’s heavily considering talking to you about this but he’s also very scared too.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Despite your confession, you and Raph remained rather close, I mean he wouldn’t ever let little feelings like that ruin— And he’s caught feelings too. Right after he’s rejected you. Oh he feels awful.

❤️ Taking his frustrations out on the punching bag and sparring lately, RIP Mikey. He’s just really upset, because not only did he reject you, but he’s seen those dating apps on your phone too. He wants to sincerely make it up to you.

❤️ Isn’t sure if he should shoot his shot or just let it be and wait and see if these feelings go away or get stronger… He chooses to wait. He chooses to see if these feelings just happened because of the confession and they’re a short time thing. Will shoot his shot a year or two later if you’re both still feeling the same and you’re still single.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Poor Donnie’s brain is going haywire. It was about three months later that he rejected you that he suddenly caught feelings, and it suddenly occurred to him while he was working on his latest invention. And he could not stop thinking about it either.

💜 Dude was panicking a lot when he first realized, and honestly felt himself wanting to cry. He was overwhelming himself at the moment and ended up going to Master Splinter for comfort. After that fiasco, he’s very distant. Like, he’s worse than Leo, kind of distant. He’s just drowning himself in his work and it takes a toll on him mentally.

💜 You end up catching him one day and forcing him to talk, and he finally kinda admits that he’s been feeling like shit because he’s rejected you, and that he randomly caught feelings as well. You two certainly talked for hours, trying to get it sorted out. And if either goes: You two remain friends and try to move past this. Or, you both give a possible relationship a chance after spending more time together.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 To say he didn’t expect this was an understatement, the feelings just kinda hit him out of nowhere. When you helped him patch up after a skateboard trick gone-wrong, it hit him. Mikey liked you, but he already rejected your confession. Uh oh.

🧡 He definitely thinks on it, for once, instead of going in and flirting with you. For once he was thinking about this, as he felt guilty about it. When he’s thought about it, he’s probably gonna be the only one who’s open about it unlike the rest of his brothers, only one that has really healthy communication.

🧡 When he’s open and honest, he’s extremely nervous, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Rejecting you then telling you how he feels about you is pretty messed up. Luckily, the two of you talk it out and try to reconcile and work it out. Luckily, your feelings were still there and blazing, and it’d take a bit before you could completely forgive him, but you both worked it out. You’re giddy to say you have a date on Friday and you’ve deleted all the dating apps off your phone within minutes after you and Mikey’s big talk.

[fruitsywriting]

AVRP AU:

This is just some more information on the au before I release sketches or more story details. Feel free to send me questions if you have any!

Tag list: @hennybgolden

How does the AVRP work?

The AVRP (Alternate Variant Reformation Program) is working to reform all the variants caught from the invincible war. They’re trying using to keep this a secret because they don’t think the public would react well.

The board cannot seem to agree on which approach they should use to reform them. The whole point is to try and get them to fight FOR Earth against Viltrum which most of them serve for in their dimensions- plus some board members think they should be punished for the damage they’ve done while others think that if they punish them it’ll cause a guarantee of betrayal from them in the future. So far, staff are trying a kinder approach- providing therapy, nice rooms inside the facility, human interaction, tv and books, etc,.

How does this AU differ from the canon?

Everything all the way up to the invincible war is canon. During the invincible war, there were more variants in this au. Every variant we’ve seen in the show during the fight is alive- the other variants that exist in this au are the ones killed. The AVRP did some major covering and reported half of the variants they caught as dead, and governments assumed whoever was behind this (angstrom levy) took the rest with him- like when he through the 8 remaining into the wasteland.

Damage has also been to the lesser extent because they worked on catching the stronger variants first. The war still lasted three days but that’s because there was more variants and it was hard to keep track of what was going on with conflicting orders being sent out.

Do they have a contingency plan?

Yes and no. It’s almost like a contingency theory. If a variant were to escape and kill up to 5 people, they would most likely incapicate them and lock them up, not giving them a second chance. If it gets up to 50 people, they will execute them. They don’t have it meticulously planned out on how to do so as they can’t agree on what method to capture, or execute.

Are they getting new names?

Yes. I wrote this down just in case nobody saw my polls but I did do polls for the variants and am picking names based on what won. Some variants I chose myself. These are just the names of a few of them, not all of them.

Some variants refused to be called anything but Mark, and some were okay with getting a new name. Due to some refusing, names were kind of forced onto them. Some are actual names, some are more so nicknames because they couldn’t pick.

Sinister mark- sinister (I feel like the name was given to him because the staff didn’t like his vibe)

Mohawk Mark- Mitch

Maskless Mark- Miller

Full Mask Mark- Miles

Retro Mark- Marcellus

Shiesty Mark- Mikey

(Yes if you’re confused by the polls, I flipped retro and sheisty’s winning names because I don’t think Marcellus fits Sheisty but Mikey does)

Omni-Mark- Min-Sung

Cap Mark/Cowl Mark- Reed

Will they interact with canon characters other than the variants?

Yes, eventually. Right now they won’t be but the first two to be introduced into the AU will be Debbie and Amber- to show the more human side of them if it’s still in there.

Staff’s favorite variants?

I feel like it’s obviously Miles (full mask) because his goal is the closest within reach, and they can give it to him. So, he mostly doesn’t get violent or retaliate. Second is Viltrum Mark (no name yet) because he keeps to himself and doesn’t retaliate against female staff or nursing staff.

And now a question for y’all. Should I do some x reader fics along with this au?

Thanks for listening to my insane ramblings about my au lol

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Pretty Girls Fight Like This! ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

When Raph first met you, he didn’t know what to make of you. You were certainly unique—long, multi-colored hair that seemed to glow under the lair’s fluorescent lights, a bubbly personality that clashed with his tough-guy demeanor, and an aura of joy that was almost infectious.

But what really threw him off was the first time he saw you fight.

It was a routine patrol when the Kraang ambushed you and the turtles. Raph had expected to step in and protect you—after all, you didn’t exactly look like a fighter. But before he could charge in, you grabbed a Kraang droid by the arm, swung it over your shoulder, and sent it flying into a wall.

“Whoa!” Mikey yelled, nearly dropping his nunchucks.

“Where the shell did that come from?” Raph blurted, staring at you.

You dusted off your hands, smiling brightly. “Oh, I’ve always been strong. Comes in handy when fighting bad guys!”

Raph blinked, completely thrown off. You were stronger than you looked—stronger than him, even—and yet you carried yourself with such lightheartedness that it was hard to reconcile the two.

As time went on, Raph found himself intrigued by your quirks.

During a movie night at the lair, you polished off slice after slice of pizza without breaking a sweat.

“Damn, you eat like Mikey,” Raph said, watching as you reached for another slice.

You laughed, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “What can I say? Fighting bad guys works up an appetite!”

He smirked, shaking his head. “You’re somethin’ else.”

Then there were your outfits.

You had a habit of wearing bright, pastel-colored clothes that clashed hilariously with the dark, gritty atmosphere of the lair. Raph wasn’t sure whether to admire your boldness or shake his head in disbelief.

“You ever heard of stealth?” he asked one day, gesturing to your neon-pink jacket.

You grinned, twirling around to show off the outfit. “Stealth is overrated. Besides, I like feeling cute!”

Raph rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

What really solidified Raph’s feelings for you, though, was a quiet moment in the lair.

He noticed you constantly tugging at your socks during training. They never stayed up, no matter how many times you adjusted them. At first, he didn’t think much of it, but the more he watched, the more it started to bother him.

The next time he went topside, he made a stop at a store and picked out a pair of long, durable socks. They weren’t flashy—just a simple black pair.

When he handed them to you, you blinked in surprise.

“Socks?” you said, holding them up.

“Yeah,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I noticed yours kept fallin’ down during training, so... figured these might help.”

Your eyes softened, and you gave him a warm smile. “Raph, that’s so sweet. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said quickly, trying to hide the redness creeping up his neck.

But you weren’t done. Without warning, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, catching him completely off guard.

“You’re the best, Raph,” you said, squeezing him.

He froze for a moment before awkwardly patting your back. “Yeah, well... somebody’s gotta look out for you.”

From then on, Raph found himself going out of his way to spend time with you. Whether it was sparring, sharing a meal, or just hanging out in the lair, he couldn’t help but gravitate toward you.

You, in turn, started making small gestures to show your appreciation—bringing him snacks, cheering him on during training, and even surprising him with a custom wristband you’d made with your crafting skills.

“What’s this?” he asked when you handed it to him.

“It’s a wristband,” you said, smiling. “I figured it’d match your whole tough-guy vibe.”

Raph stared at the gift for a moment, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar warmth. “Thanks,” he said gruffly, slipping it onto his wrist.

But deep down, he couldn’t stop smiling.

Raph wasn’t used to letting people in, but with you, it felt natural. Your strength, your quirks, your unshakable optimism—it all made him want to be better, to protect you even though you didn’t need it.

And as you sat next to him one evening, laughing at Mikey’s antics and glowing in your brightly colored outfit, Raph realized that he didn’t just like you. He cared about you, more than he’d ever thought possible.