#mikey's brain is wired weird

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“Pss… Hey…. Wake up…”

Lil Mikey could hear an unfamiliar, slightly rough voice close to him, but he wasn’t sure if they were talking to him, or someone else. Partially because it felt like he wasn’t fully there, and partly because wave after wave of noxious energy that scrambled his mystic energy was pounding into his head. It earned a low groan, his brain gradually returning to his aching body and making him aware of the strain on his stretched arms. Something was messing with something on his wrist too, shifting his arm around gently. And when he forced his eyes open through flutters he was met with a blur of red and green that quickly got shoved out of the way for orange and green.

“Hey lil guy. How you doing? What’s your name?”

The voice was hushed, but full of mirth and anticipation. Lil Mikey had to blink slowly while the questions processed, and eventually gave a slightly mumbled answer. “...Mikey…”

“Haha! I knew it. Look guys, it’s alternate dimension mini me,” Mikey laughed, and Lil Mikey could feel gentle hands on his cheeks that he leaned into.

“Yeah yeah, we guessed as much,” Raphael huffed, though the concern was leaking through more than irritation. “..... Don, can’t you get those off faster? He doesn’t look good. Like something other than the normal ‘I just woke up in a weird place’ grogginess.”

“Unfortunately no,” Don commented back, and Lil Mikey looked to his left to see there was a third mutant turtle wedging thin tools into the chained cuff on his wrist. “They’re bugged. If I don’t disable the alarm on them we’ll blow our cover too soon.”

Fighting to ignore the rhythmic pounding on his head, Lil Mikey squinted at the restraints he was in. They were rescuing him? He vaguely remembered being snatched up by a disgusting black void. So he’d been kidnapped. “...Can I just cut the chains for now?” he asked, flexing his hand a little to test his mobility.

Don paused for a moment, trying to think of just how Lil Mikey was going to be able to cut through solid metal while being restrained by said metal. “Uh…. sure, if you can manage it. The wiring is only in the cuff parts- Oh!”

As soon as Don said it would be fine, Lil Mikey tried to summon his own chains, a slow inhale turning into a sharp gasp as his markings flickered with a glow that was shredded to a faint haze before he let it go. “Khh-.... Something is messing with my magic hands. Can you turn it off? ‘S like a speaker right next to my head.”

Taking another moment of thought, Don reached up to enable the mic in his headset while Raph mouthed ‘mystic hands?’ to Mikey. “April? Can you see if you can turn off any devices that are giving out a consistent energy output reading?” He wasn’t sure what was being used, or how. But if it was a continuous effect then he figured they should be able to pick up on something giving a continuous feed.

“Sure thing Don. It might tip them off that I’m here though. Is that okay?” Mom April responded, and the three adult turtles could hear the faint tap of a keyboard through their earpieces.

“... Yeah. Try to release the restraints on all of them as well. Leo should be able to handle himself if he’s free, and we’re close enough to the second one,” Don confirmed, giving a wary look at the camera in the room. It would only be moments before the security team realized there was a loop anyway.

The group waited in silence for Mom April’s update, and Lil Mikey took the moment to look over his rescuers. Red, purple, and orange. Orange was his color though. But they did look older than them. “... Heheh, are you guys copycats? Color coded ninja turtles is our thing…,” he giggled through a slight mumble.

Mikey just grinned while Raphael raised a brow. “We’ll explain later, little guy. Right now let’s just focus on getting out of here,” Mikey consoled, making the rare choice to stay focused.

“Don, it looks like it can’t be shut down remotely. But I can overload it to a burn out…” Mom April spoke up again.

“Do it,” Don agreed. Burning out the machine that was causing trouble would be better in the long run anyway. Especially if it was what was causing Lil Mikey to not be fully alert.

“Alright. Overload in three, two, one…”

The pressure Don had been feeling consistently in his head, that he’d thought was just a tension headache, gradually intensified for a minute before abruptly fizzling out. Which made him realize it had been something affecting him, and potentially his brothers as well, and not just their dimensional guests. Just too a lesser severity it seemed.

“Woah… There goes the salt headache…,” Raph commented, confirming Don’s unspoken question if the others had been feeling it too.

Any responses broke off momentarily as red lights flared on, and a muffled announcement could be heard outside the room. “All employees execute Protocol Pesticide immediately. This is not a drill.”

“Aaaaand there goes our cover,” Mikey chuckled.

“Good. I’ve been itching to break things,” Raphael grinned, hooking his sai from his belt with a finger and giving a twirl. “Since we don’t need to be subtle now…,” he started, raising his hand with the intention to break the cuffs off Lil Mikey with his sai. His actions stopped when bright orange chains ghosted into view, a lazy curl around Lil Mikey as the spot markings on his body glowed steadily. In a blink the chains snapped towards Lil Mikey’s restraints, curiously slicing through the metal easily. Raphael reflexively reached his hands out to catch Lil Mikey, assuming he’d fall now that he wasn’t supported. But to his surprise the smaller turtle stayed floating gently in the air for but a moment before gently lowering his feet to the ground.

“.... Oookay…,” Raphael voiced, raising a brow again.

“Cooooool,” Mikey chimed in.

“Interesting…,” Don breathed, a whirl of questions bubbling into his mind.

Blinking a few times to clear the residual haze from his mind, Lil Mikey looked up with a brief grin. “Thanks! That feels a lot better. Do you know where Donnie is? I’m pretty sure we were together. He grabbed me when the black ink monster was all groaaarr bleehhh. Is he who you were talking about-”

Raphael’s brow raised more, if possible, but he couldn’t help but grin. It seemed the kid was feeling a lot better now. But they couldn’t continue chatting, for a soft beep and shift of sliding metal alerted them of something happening in the room. Flinching, the four crouched while the three with weapons drew them, gathering in a circle back to back. A slight hissing noise caused them to look up, catching sight of a thick purple gas leaking through vents near the ceiling.

“Don’t breathe that!” Don hissed, quickly shrugging the backpack off one shoulder so he could dig the portable gas masks from it. Slipping one over his own nose and mouth, he let Raphael and Mikey take care of themselves in favor of helping Lil Mikey put one on as well.

“What is it?” Lil Mikey asked, obediently holding the mask to his face while Don tried to secure it.

“Cellular corrosion gas,” Don answered, spending unusually long on trying to get the mask fitting properly before he gave out a slight noise of distress. “...too big,” he muttered. “Keep your head low, and the mask pressed against your face as much as possible, okay? We’ll get you out and taken care of.”

Lil Mikey nodded despite the anxiety bubbling in his chest. The mask was too big? But he just had to stay low and keep it close? That was easy. He was pretty small already. “...Is this place a bad guy base?” he asked suddenly, wanting confirmation it was okay to destroy things further.

Raphael paused for a moment, looking back, but Mikey was the one that answered. “Oh yeah! A really nasty lady owns the place. We’ve been fighting her for weeks- no months now I think! She kidnapped you and your brother, and our other brother. We're just waiting for her to leave where he is before we get him too.”

“That’s all I need to know,” Lil Mikey responded, giving a devilish smile that squished his cheeks before turning to charge towards the sealed door, hands holding the gas mask pressed against his face. Giving a whooping cheer, he leapt forward into a rolling bodyslam, curling his limbs in tight, but not pulling into his shell since he wanted to be slightly bigger. “WRECKING BALL!” he cheered, more of the orange chains curling around him in a shield that sliced into the door before his illogically heavy impact smashed through the remains.

The other three stared for a moment before Mikey let out his own whoop. “OH YEAH! Little me has super powers! Awesome!” he cheered, pumping his hands in the air and charging forward with his brothers to follow the small teen. “Let’s go!”

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double Mikey time X'D

Mom April = 2003 April

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A Future That Never Will

A Pocket of Time au drabble. This is in reference to this post, where I explore the concept of "once time travel has been invented it has always been invented" with Mikey :)

[cw: mild psychological horror, minor derealization] --- --- ---

Mikey’s always loved going to conventions.

Maybe not as much as Leo, the superfan he is, but Mikey was a close second. The crowds, filled with noises of laughter, and awes at different cosplays, and debates on fan theories. The art especially captures Mikey’s attention. Anything from keychains to life size figures. Posters and T-shirts. 

Mikey is among his people at conventions. 

They are in the sci-fi section of the Con so Leo can gush at all the JJ merch and Donnie can horde all the Atomic Lass merch. The box turtle is at a booth selling hand drawn posters and sketches when he sees a beautiful drawing of Jupiter Jim vs The Reptilia. The colors are vibrant, and the poses are dynamic and fun.

Mikey has to have it. The booth attendant agrees saying he couldn’t think of a better person to sell it to, considering Mikey and his brothers “cosplay” the green aliens. 

These are some of his favorite moments. Where Mikey and his family can just relax, and have some normal fun. Interact with others who share their passions.

He feels utterly content. No, he feels ecstatic. 

Shaking his hands a little to get rid of some of the overflowing emotion, Mikey takes the bag with the picture handed to him.

He can’t wait to show Leo his find, he’s going to be so-

Jealous.

The convention is empty. 

Mikey does a double take, but even the booth he was just at is vacant, the attendant nowhere in sight. 

There is a sinking feeling that starts low in his stomach. 

The once bustling building is now desolate. Not a soul in sight. And not just that, but it's like no one has been in this building in years. The paint on the walls are chipped in areas, some of the strong concrete pillars are cracked, and windows either boarded up or broken. Some of the tables are still present, but they have a layer of dust that leaves a defined line when Mikey swipes his finger across. 

It’s silent. 

“R- Raph? Donnie, Leo?” his voice echoes. MIkey knows it's pointless. There's no one around that would hear him. A shiver runs down his spine. 

He doesn’t know what's going on, but Mikey resolves himself to find out. Taking a breath to calm himself, Mikey makes his way to one of the non-boarded windows. He’s cautious as he moves, the back of his neck tingling. Eyes belonging to no one bore into the back of his head, watching him. But there's not much cover in the big, open convention space. Even if he wanted to hide, which he feels like he very much should, he can’t.

The eyes don’t feel dangerous, per say, but they don’t feel all that friendly either. Mikey pushes the feeling down for now in favor of getting to a window to figure out what the hell is happening. 

The idea of someone, something, watching him vanishes from Mikey’s mind when he finally gets to the window. The once bright day is now dark and filled with smog. There's abandoned buildings all around the convention, but just beyond that is the New York Mikey has come to know. Bright lights, and billboards. But it's not the New York Mikey has loved, his home. 

There's watch lights everywhere, and robotic figures stalking the streets and walls with barbed wires. Beyond the city, Mikey can make out a tall imposing wall that seems to encircle the entirety of the main city. 

Then there's the weird symbol that can be seen everywhere. On the robotic sentries, some of the billboards, the police cars. It's all the same symbol.

An orange footprint. 

MIkey can’t breathe. This isn’t his home. He doesn’t know where he is. Where are his brothers? What is going on? What is that symbo-

“Hey man, nice Reptilia cosplay!”

What?

Mikey’s brain halted the spiral it was going down as he whips his head around to the voice. He suddenly feels very cold. Like a bucket of ice water rained down on him. But instead of a threat, all Mikey sees is some teenager. He looks maybe 19? Mikey can’t quite meet his eyes, but the stranger is wearing a JJ shirt, jeans and sneakers. By all accounts just a regular convention goer. 

But that doesn’t make sense. The building is still abandoned, everything is still degraded, dusty and empty.

Everything is still wrong. 

That's when the statement finally processes in Mikey’s mind. He looks down at himself, like he had forgotten he is a giant mutant humanoid turtle. 

“Uhhh yeah, thanks man. I-” when Mikey looks back up the convention is back. His senses are assaulted with the noise of hundreds of people and their conversations.It makes his ears ring after the deafening silence he was just in. The smell of the nearby food court, once a delight now makes him nauseous. 

Mikey feels dizzy.

No one seems to have experienced anything like what Mikey just had. Everyone is going about their regular business, walking from booth to booth, or getting food, or chatting with friends. Like nothing even happened. 

“Well, enjoy the rest of the convention Michealangelo!” the stranger’s voice again cuts through Mikey’s panic. 

The older kid has a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, why can’t Mikey look him in the eyes, before waving awkwardly and disappearing into the crowd.

Mikey can only stand there, trying to get his mind in order and his nausea under control. He sees his brothers a few booths away, right where Mikey left them, and it calms something deep within him. 

Chancing a glance back out the window, Mikey only sees home, as it all should be. 

“Yo Mikey! Come check out these pins!” That's Leo. Mikey can see him over the crowd. Leo is smiling wide and waving his arms wildly, smacking Raph in the face. The scene is so familiar and Mikey feels the last of his soul settle in his body. 

MIkey can’t help but smile and shake his head and the absolute dork that is his older brother. But he jogs over to them non the less. 

It isn’t until later that night, when he is falling asleep and running through the day's events that his mind falls back onto the stranger. Even just the thought of the guy has his limbs feeling as if he fell asleep on them wrong. All pins and needles and numbness. 

Mikey pulls the blanket tighter around himself. He’s being ridiculous. Mikey knows this. It was just some random kid like him at a convention. But he didn’t feel right. Nothing was out of place, by all accounts the kid was just a regular human. 

So why did Mikey feel so void in his presence? Like his very soul was draining, leaving him cold, empty. He has no evidence, but it was like the stranger wasn't human.

But that ridiculous, and Mikey is just being ridiculous. He just wants to go to bed. He feels exhausted after being at the convention all day. 

So what if he experienced some weird hallucination? Or- or some side effect of inhaling paint fumes from the artists booths. Or something. It's over now, he’s home, with his family. Safe.

Mikey’s limbs become weightless, and mind slows.He is just about to succumb fully to his exhaustion, that half asleep state that makes everything feel so far away. That's when he realizes it, and he has that falling feeling, heart skipping a beat and jolting to alertness.

He never told the stranger his name.

[turtle--soup]

Watching TMNT Next Mutation Episode 7 (when I really shouldn't be but... eh.) 😅

Ramblings under the cut.

Sewer rays? OK.

Dude's riding a motorbike through the sewer. Raph just makes it look so cool he stated a trend huh?

"Do I wanna meet the NYPD? Hmm... naaahh, absolutely not!" Same Mikey, same...

Big monkey. Who is his voice actor? He sounds familiar...*

"I can't believe this! I've been dissed by a gangster ape!" Mikey bro this is like a regular Monday for you surely?

"Certified turtlefied!" Adding that to the List of Things I Can't Believe They Say

"Cops in the sewers? They don't sell donuts down here!" Raph providing the obligatory donut jokes 👍

"I dunno what you been eatin'. But I want some." Why don't they believe Mikey about the monkey dude? Like literally they are talking turtles. If anything a talking ape is less weird

These gangsters are all dressed like they're cosplaying alt- design Joker Funko Pops. Or they got lost on the way to audition to be in the 60s Batman TV show.

"We're ninja - not the Power Rangers!" Yesssssss they're crossing the streeeeeaaaamms!

Raph 'n' roll honestlyyyyyyy that's a catchphrase?? Raph buddy...

"That's team leader" 😤 Aw Don Don, you don't deserve this disrespect

"EY BAWS" hoooooo my god

"The schnooks" OK Venus.

"Battlin' crime is FUN! Heh heh I feel like Batman!" Yeah that'll be the knockoff Joker suits.

Also like... the guys are acting like they don't fight crime? But like... they fought the Foot before? And I know that was bc they were an evil ninja clan specifically but you can't tell me they weren't Doing A Crime every now and then? And that was probably why the turtles fight them, at least sometimes??

The TA DAAAAA sound effect again 👌

All the money flying out of the back of the van this is genuinely the cheesiest live action cartoon

God I love how completely done Donnie is today

Mikey that was so fruity (affectionate)

Oh that's convenient. They moved most of the gold in Fort Knox to NYC for a bit. Of course.

The turtles just so happen to be living directly under half the gold in America right now. Of course.

"Translation for the thick of skull" oof Donnie he's your brother! Or not. So you all have a free pass to hit on your sister Venus.

"I suggest big caution" Leo providing much needed representation for people who can't words good (me).

NUCULAR?? DON WTF YOU ARE NOT HOMER SIMPSON

Isn't there a super villain who's a big monkey dude? I can't remember rn and its winding me up**

Honestly these accents... I could've been a VA on this show. I can butcher an East Coast accent with the best of them

Was I supposed to be able to see that wire??

Oh no they've trapped Venus in a classic Thunderbirds episode!

No genuinely though this could be pretty exciting if it wasn't like 3 minutes from the end of the episode...

Raph is very worried. "Whadda we doo just stand around and PANIC??" He's so relatable

Aw Don...

Aw they're crying 😭 bless them

It's a good job Donnie and Venus didn't die, the other three have to share one brain cell and I'm not sure Splinter could handle that alone

The code was Donnie's birthday asdghghfgdgk

"You mess with the monkey and it gets funky" this dude is legit a Power Rangers villain

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*IT WAS GARY CHALK! I knew I knew that voice! How's a guy get typecast as a talking gorilla, anyway? I really hope that whoever cast him did that intentionally, and if they did I hope they also know that they're a legend.

**I think I might be thinking of Gorilla Grodd??

[tyo-mimt]

35/36. @tmnt-event-blog

The guys "decorate" Donnie's lab.

For some reason, Donnie was barred from his lab. It was fair enough, the brain fog keeping him from doing any more work than staring at the circuit for hours on end trying to remember which wire went where and why the opposite of what he was trying to achieve was happening. But it never got to a point where he was kicked out of his own lab by his brothers, even weirder how April and Raph were sent to watch over him.

Well, to that, Donnie could've easily waltzed back inside...

"Say, Donnie, if we were to use one of the empty rooms here as a greenhouse, which one would you pick?"

Oh.

"Ah, under these conditions, putting together a greenhouse underground would be very difficult..."

They didn't tell him to stop, nor did they walk away. They just let him keep talking. Heh, it felt strange to be listened to.

"Natural sunlight and storage problems aside, proper wind circulation and humidity to simulate natural environments are just as difficult to achieve..."

And he was listened to when it mattered, but it felt weird to have all the focus put on him. Huh, there was only one other instance where they gave him so much room to talk.

"Not to mention the larger plants that may need more room to cultivate and grow... Wait a minute! You guys are trying to distract me!"

"Ah, the jig is up..."

Raph laughed lightly. "But we really are thinking of giving you a plant room."

"Dearest Raphael, I appreciate the gesture, but one: it is a greenhouse, two: no room, both in the old and this lair, is suitable enough to house a plantation, and three: what are you fools doing to my lab!?"

Mikey stuck his head out of the room, "Keep him out there! We're not done yet!"

His head dipped back in. There was a brief moment of eye contact where Donnie prepared to rush back inside, only for the top of his battle shell to be yoinked and lifted off the ground.

"Donnie, it's for your own good!"

"The last time you distracted me for this reason, you blew a prototype up!"

April shot a look directly at Raph, who cleared his throat and laughed nervously, "It fell...?"

"Explains the Great Lab Ban of O'Twelve..."

"We don't talk about the Lab Ban of O'Twelve..."

"That's besides the point! What do you all think you're doing to my lab!?"

"Sit down; I wasn't lying when I said it's for your own good!" Donnie was placed back on his seat, huffing.

"Fine, fine, okay. Whatever you all did to it, I'll just fix it when you're done."

"You won't need to!" Leo walked out of the lab, the same cocky grin on his face, "Trust us, Dee. You'll like this."

The softshell raised an eyebrow, but relented and walked in. "I remain doubtful, but amuse me."

He looked around... And it was just hitting him how unorganised the lab was. Huh, was it really that long since he cleaned up in there?

He turned to the right side, seeing all of his tools and instruments lined up in alphabetical order. To the left, the many prototypes and blueprints organised in neat rolls or placed in order of priority. In the centre of his work desk was the very thing circuit he was working on; untouched.

"Wait, what, why?"

"Your room was a mess, Dee. Someone had to do something about it."

"Those someones were us~"

A pause.

"No need to thank us. We only did it because we wanted to." Mikey mumbled the next part, "Even if our wanting to was out of frustration."

"Yeah, dude, it was impossible to find anything in there."

Donnie blinked, unable to stifle a chuckle before pulling them all into an embrace.

"This is new..."

"I love you guys, thank you..."

[brightlotusmoon]

Another Fanfic Scene Thingie

I was gonna work on like a sequel to “Fire And Oxygen: Nothing Else Matters” in the Lifegiver series, and I was finally going to start the 2003 Mikey vs aliens story in the CFR Mind Games series, and then this ridiculously random piece for the Sunshine Child series popped up, so I’m putting it here for later. It’s kind of part one from Donnie’s perspective. Then I’ll do a two and three and four from Leo, Raph, and Mikey, and maybe Ghost Splinter. Because the Sunshine Child fics are supposed to follow Season 5 and I’m tired of waiting, so fuck that, and the Leo And Mikey With Ghost Splinter Spiritual Intuition Team will happen whether canon likes it or not. I entirely blame drunk Splinter, that was the second only good thing about “Tokka vs Earth” (shh, I have Feelings about that wreck of an episode cough Mikey Got Nearly Dissected cough augh ahem shutup). Hmm. Perhaps I’ll write a Ghost Rat Dad scene where he discusses the appropriate times to intoxicate for Spiritual Purposes, because now I see April and Mikey dragging Leo into woods near the farmhouse to eat pretty mushrooms and get spiritual. Damn it, headcanons. Slow down. Do you want nonsense fic? Because this is how you get nonsense fic. Gods, I love writing the B-Team and Donnie’s precious loving snark. Mikey may be my love but Donnie is my bro.

Bah. Anyway. Here be the first part of “He Is Quantum”. Also, the first person who assumes Mikey cannot possibly read that well is getting slapped upside the head by the crankiest Autistic with ADHD this side of the fandom. I need more dopamine boosters. Hello, caffeine.

 “He Is Quantum” (Part Three of The Sunshine Child series) Part One: Donatello

“Seriously Dee, you give me too little credit. Look how much I’ve learned.”

“And exploded. And gotten wrong. And messed up.”

“Okay, fine. The wasp antidote.”

“Rubbing mutagen on your face because you thought it said super cool.”

“Curing your brainlessness.”

“With pepperoni?”

“You said the nitrates made it good!”

“Yeah, but…but…”

Mikey grinned. Donnie’s grimace turned into a pout, and his folded arms tightened. Mikey’s own crossed arms loosened slightly and his head lifted. “Come on, Donnie. I remember things, I just need someone to help me figure it out. Look, you know I’m good at making stuff up, I just need help with the follow-through.”

Donatello sighed loudly, dropping his arms. “Fine. Fine. What do you want to do?”

Mikey smiled. “I wanna learn physics.”

Donnie paused and squinted at him. “Why?”

A freckled shoulder rose and fell. “We don’t get along. I wanna be friends.”

Like a record scratch, Donatello felt an odd twitch thrum up and down his limbs. A little voice in his head said that makes absolutely no sense at all, except it makes all the sense in the world.

He pointed at Mikey, then upward. “You…and physics?”

“Yes.”

Don studied his brother for a moment. Mikey was lightly rocking on his heels, mask tails like goldfish fins weaving back and forth, one finger tapping against the opposite arm; he was always moving, unless there was something to stop him, and--

“Okay,” he said. “Newton’s Laws Of Motion. Let’s start with those.”

Mikey raised an eye ridge. “What, no Shreddinger’s cat?”

“It’s pronounced Schro--” and Donnie stopped when he saw the wiseass grin on Mikey’s face. He couldn’t help but grin back. Little smartass brat. He really does know.

The next morning, right from his bedroom, Don walked smiling toward the lab, just as a bright green and orange blur shot out of it. Reflexively, Donnie grabbed his bo staff and stuck it in front of the whirlwind, which gracefully rose a foot in the air and landed right in front of him.

“Hi, Donnie!” Mikey said cheerfully. He was balanced on a single toe, his arms folded across his plastron, a hardcover book shielded in them. His mask tails stirred in his own breeze. His azure eyes were completely electric; Don swore he saw a glow. After yesterday’s lessons complete with some very strange shows from Mikey following Don’s tells, Donnie had decided to privately nickname his little brother “Newton’s Quantum Law” – some of the things he did never made sense and probably never would, and therefore were best left to the confounded musings of theoretical physicists and maybe caffeinated philosophers. Donnie suddenly appreciated the mental and spiritual flips Leo had been doing just to keep up with Mikey ever since that bizarre meditation session where they had both gone unconscious.

He really missed Master Splinter.

“Hi, Mikey,” he sighed, as cheerfully as he could before caffeine. “Did you take a book from my shelves?”

“Mmaaybe.” It was a recent-looking textbook, black and navy with squiggles of blue and white peeking between the spaces around Mikey’s arms and fingers.

“Is it the Brief History Of Time book?” Don had been hoping that could be bed time reading. Maybe Mikey wouldn’t have nightmares, just confusing dream trips through space.

“Hm? Oh, nah, I was looking through that last night. Then I got to the parts with black holes and thought spaghetti would be good for lunch tomorrow, which is today, and I distracted myself, and it’s still on your desk, but I’ll put it back on the shelf, promise!”

Don felt his mouth fall open. Wait. Sp-um…spaghettification? Did he…understand…wait, he already read some of it? What? I. What?

That record scratch tremble again.

“Aaanyway,” Mikey was rambling, “I saw this one on neurology and I figured that would be better to start with because, you know, my brain was always weird and now it’s even weirder what with the stuff Master Splinter said about my spirit intuition, you know, when I saw his ghost, and neurology is about why weird brains are weird, so I’ma make breakfast and read this baby! You want eggs and bacon? Onna pizza?”

Donatello didn’t even realize there was a problem until he heard a snapping sound and there were fingers right in front of his face.

“Leeeooo, I think I broke Dooonnn!”

“Mikey, what’s going on? It’s seven in the morning, Leo’s doing his dojo kata thing, you need to stop shouti—hey, what’s with Donnie?”

“I dunno, we were talking, and then he just…glazed over.”

Don blinked, finally. Mikey was in the process of snapping his fingers again, and Raph was gawping at him, head tilted, like a dog finding a frog in its water dish. Don realized he had been standing slightly slumped, hands loose and bo slack between his fingers, jaw hanging, eyes wide, for a good couple of seconds. That was actually a decent amount of time.

Shaking himself out of it, he straightened up and sent Raph the flattest look he could manage.

“Okay, enough of this, I need my coffee, okay?”

“Already made!” Mikey chirped.

He closed his eyes and took a very deep breath. “Okay. Thanks, Mikey. Have…have fun with the neurology textbook.”

“Tomorrow I’ll be back for biology.”

Raphael froze with an expression of deep concern. “Whaaat is going on?”

Donnie just waved him off. “I’m teaching Mikey science. Apparently he reads faster than I do.”

As he finally, finally disappeared into the lab and began to shut the door, he heard Raph yell “THIS IS THE WEIRDEST PRANK EVER.” And he just shook his head and smiled.

[akesdraws-blog]

~°Grinch-meter °~ || Part. 2 ||

It's Christmas Eve morning. I send you all lots of hugs, I hope you are having a great time.

⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄

💜Donatello🌡️

°•With a "Grinch-meter" of 75% •°

Our genius boy is the busiest this time of year.

So what makes his meter fill up is...The jobDonnie always has to be repairing many things, from a small rifle that burned out, to a frozen engine at the police station.

At Christmas time it seems that there is always something going wrong, and who will take care of it? That's right, Donatello is the answer.

Donnie's good heart turns out to be a bit annoying for him, because he usually stays late at the police station so that all the vehicles are in optimal conditions, of course, although the boss Vincent gives him a very good salary, nobody takes him away the tiredness that was earned as well.

And when you get to the hideout there's no rest, just more repairs, like changing the wires that got burned by the excess lights Mikey put up, or fixing the movie player because Raph hit it too hard again, even the truck needs to be checked. garbage because Leo heard a strange noise in the engine the night before.

This poor boy genius is exhausted these days, so it's hard for him to enjoy the holidays when he just wants to rest.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄

Help him turn off his brain for a while.

At the Christmas holidays many places close early, so take it to the museum.

Donnie will be as happy as a little child with whatever he can see to fill his mind.

He can spend hours and hours walking through every corner of the museum, you will even see him collecting information from some data.

And if you add a box of pop tarts to the tour in the museum you will be the most loved by the genie.

❣️Couple❣️

Two words: Coffee and blanketsTake Donnie away from work, it will be challenging but you can do it.

Once you've done that, give him a nice cup of coffee (decaf, but don't tell him) and cover him with the blanket while you pet his shell.

You won't take him out of the lab so stay seated at his desk so he can only focus on you.

Tiredness will take over Donnie's body to the point where he will fall asleep in your lap. (I hope you didn't drink too much punch, because you'll be Donnie's new pillow and he won't let go of you for a long time)

💙Leonardo🌡️

°•With a "Grinch-meter" of 90% •°

That's right, believe it or not.

What fills the "Grinch-meter" of leo is...The patrols.

Sounds weird, I know, but it's not exactly the patrols that bother him, it's what he sees on patrols.

Christmas parties often result in what he calls "Christmas trouble."

The assaults grow, the robberies abound, the riots are the ones that reign in the streets of New York.

Leo can't force his brothers to go out on patrol because it would turn into an endless wave of fights and it's the last thing he needs, so he's used to doing it alone.

He takes some calls from Chief Vincent as many officers take the day off around this time, which means catching bank robbers, toy robbers, even supermarket robbers, was not a very pretty thing to see.

I could list every fight over a bad gift that I ever heard while passing through the rooftops, the number of drunks who cause accidents whether they are drivers or pedestrians, even the poor delivery guys who get yelled at and complained about being a couple of minutes late, and not Let's forget the fights of couples that for some reason always end on those dates.

Leo always tries to carry the full weight of the city's security, so it will be very difficult for him to just celebrate it and ignore the rest of the problems on the surface.So when he arrives at the lair he usually meditates long hours waiting for the day to end, all the stress ends up making him a real idiot, and nobody wants to be near the leader.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄

He steals her radio, leaving only a written apology. (Since you can't yell at a piece of paper)

To avoid scolding from the leader you will have to leave a series of notes for the leader to reach your location.

Why will he look for you? you will ask yourselfWell, for the simple fact that... You took his katanas. (And that does not make him happy at all)

Your notes led him to the train station where they saved April, then to the building where she took a picture of them where she found a chocolate with another note, which then led him to the alleyway where they met Casey, who was conveniently in the place to give him another note, to summarize your notes they took him to various places from the police station to the statue of Lady Liberty.

To end up reaching the roof of a commercial building, the place where you were with the leader's katanas.

And although you expected a scolding from the leader, you actually received a thank you, after all you gave him a fun "Treasure Hunt", and the place where they met was right in front of the famous Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.

Leo always loved seeing that huge tree on the news and now he had the perfect place to see it so he couldn't be too angry.

Even so, he will force you to spend a few hours in the Ja'shi for taking the Katanas and radio from him.

❣️Couple❣️

Leave him some towels in the room, and a note saying you'll see him in the shower.

Once he is there tell him that he should enter the bathtub, and it will be your turn to pamper him.

As Leo sinks into the bathtub, he lights some scented candles and turns off the light, so the bathroom is illuminated only by candlelight and the relaxing scent they emit. (You can add a couple of bubbles to the tub if you want)

Have some tea within Leo's reach for his enjoyment.Wash his shell, massage his muscles, (maybe not that strong but Leo will love the sensation) let the water get lost between the plates of his chest.

Let me tell you about his day, no matter how long it takes, he'll love to know you're listening, but don't get distracted or you'll surely find a Leo asleep up to his nose in the bathtub. (You will have to ask one of the brothers for help so they can take Leo to his room to rest).

☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️

@post-apocalyptic-daydream . @turtle-babe83. @turtlesmakemehappy. @dilucsflame33 . @thelaundrybitch . @scholastic-dragon .

[forestwhisper3]

Started working on the next chapter of Horizons again, but of course, pulling away from Dragon of the Sun is not going to be instant after focusing on it for so long. I usually just work on one thing until I’m done with a chapter before moving on, but I find myself currently working on both at once. It’s...an interesting experience. 

Not bad, necessarily, just working my brain in different ways as I flip back and forth between fandoms.

Anyway, I don’t quite have a Horizons snippet I want to share just yet (maybe soon), but here’s the beginning of the next chapter of Dragon of the Sun:

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This was...strange.

Mikey looked around the small room. It didn't look like anywhere he'd been before- all shiny metal pipes and wires and like some sort of futuristic spaceship. The soft, teal lighting coming from...somewhere gave it an even more surreal feeling.

...Where was he?

A large round door slid open in front of him, and he found himself walking forward and into the hallway beyond.

The hallway wasn't teal, but it was empty in a way that was unnerving. It seemed to stretch on forever, and no matter how far he walked he came across no sharp turns. No doors. Just a gently curving corridor that never ended. Everything was still and silent, like holding your breath right before-...before...

...What was he doing here, anyway?

He couldn't seem to remember where he'd been before this, or what he'd been doing. Something about that felt kind of familiar, but it was a hazy sort of recognition. Like seeing an image through frosted glass.

Something wasn't right.

He kept walking.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the end of the hall. Another door, square this time, slid up, revealing a large room with suspended walkways- and some kind of blue pillar of light right in the center where they all met.

He paused in the doorway.

There was someone standing in front of the light, but it was hard to make them out. Any and all distinguishing features were blurred in shadow, and their back was turned to him. He had an idle thought that he should be suspicious. Cautious. But it was quickly swept away in the haze.

...Where...were his brothers?

He froze midstep, the cloud in his mind receding and bringing everything into sharp focus. The chill of the metal underneath his feet, the soft hum of energy coming from the blue light, even how standing felt a little different in this strange place- a slight, split second weightlessness with each movement that he doubted most would even notice. He supposed he had ninja training to thank for that.

Wait, no. He needed to focus. His brothers. Where were his brothers? What did he remember?

They...had fallen asleep? Yeah. They'd fallen asleep watching a movie, none of them really wanting to be apart after being split for so long. He'd made sure that Usagi sat next to Leo on the couch- Casey taking up the other side -before Raph had all but dragged him to sit between him and Donnie, the three of them leaning against Leatherhead. The heated blanket Donnie'd brought over felt nice on his still achy body, and for the first time in over a day he finally felt completely safe and relaxed. He remembered seeing the opening credits but...nothing after that.

So...did that mean he was dreaming?

He looked around the room again, going to the edge of the walkway and shuddering when he saw nothing but darkness going down. Doubling back to the hallway gave similar results, as the way he'd come from was now pitch black.

Definitely a dream, then.

It was really weird to actually know he was dreaming this time, though. He was pretty sure there was a word for knowing you were dreaming and being able to do stuff in your dream- Donnie had done research on everything sleep related when Leo kept nagging him about staying up so late, and watching him present it all like it was some kind of court case had been pretty funny- but he couldn't remember what it was. He also couldn't remember if it was easy wake up from these kinds of dreams. Was there something he was supposed to do?

His gaze drifted back to the light pillar.

Despite everything being clearer, the figure was still just as shadowed and hazy as before. It hadn't moved at all since he'd arrived, which was waving all kinds of red flags in his brain now that he knew he was dreaming. He looked around again, hoping he'd find something other than approaching it that would get him out of here. When he didn't, he swallowed nervously.

It was just a dream, he reminded himself as he stepped closer. He couldn't get hurt in dreams.

...Right?

He was right behind it now. All he had to do was reach out or say something, but he found himself stuck, his heart racing in his chest.

Danger! DangerDangerDanger!

"Ah..." a deep, rough, and familiar voice suddenly cut through the silence. "I was wondering when you would arrive."

He pulled back, his heart jumping to his throat when he reached down to his belt and finally realized he didn't have his nunchucks. Still, he did his best not to show it as the figure slowly turned around, the haze fading to reveal gray armor and a spiked helmet.

The Shredder.

"What are you doing here?!" he asked. "The last thing I want to see in my dreams is your ugly mug!"

Shredder laughed, which was already super unsettling, but the worst part was the way it started to sound like two voices instead of one.

"Why, Michelangelo," he crooned (and, okay, that was super creepy). "Is that anyway to speak to your father?"

"M-My what?!"

But Shredder was already taking off his helmet, only instead of the hyper realistic human face of Oroku Saki they'd come to associate with the alien, he saw gray fur and glowing red eyes.

His breath froze in his lungs as pointed teeth spread out in a cruel smile.

"I found you, Little Ninja."

Sliver lunged, the sharp metal of the Shredder's claws gleaming as they aimed for his neck. He barely managed to dodge in time, ducking down and springing back up, using the momentum to kick him away.

Or, at least, that had been the plan.

His foot burst through with a sound that immediately had him pulling away and desperately trying not to be sick. Sliver fell to his hands and knees with a wet cough.

Mikey felt his heart stop as Master Splinter looked up at him, heartbroken and betrayed.

"M-My son...Why?"

"N-No! You were-! I-I-I didn't mean-! It wasn't you!"

What had he done?!

"Dad!" his voice broke as a sob tore its way out. He rushed to his side and caught him right as he collapsed, cradling him in his arms. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

But Master Splinter wasn't responding anymore. His eyes were cloudy and white as he stared lifelessly above. Mikey stared at him in mounting horror and denial, his breaths becoming quicker and quicker with each passing second.

He caught a glimpse of his hands, now red and slippery from slowly cooling blood...

And screamed.

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He snapped awake right before it happened.

One second he was sitting in the dark, nothing but quiet breathing to break the silence of the night, wondering what it was that had triggered his senses.

The next, Mikey was screaming like he was getting his arm broken all over again.

He was already shaking him as the others jolted up in panic.

"Michel-!" Leo began.

"He's havin' a nightmare!" he cut him off, even though he knew it wasn't going to make him worry any less. "C'mon, Mikey, wake up!"

Don sat on Mikey's other side, looking like he was trying to calm himself down as he stared blankly at the wall. Which sent a completely new jolt of concern shooting through him, but as much as he wanted to help both of them, waking Mikey up took more priority right now.

Just a bit, though. He made a note to talk to his brainiac brother about what was bothering him later.

It took a few seconds (each one felt like an eternity), but with one last cry, Mikey finally woke up. Even as he lay there panting, the silence felt thicker than before, ready to smother them at a moment's notice.

“My sons?” Master Splinter asked, joining them in their sort of living room. “What has happened? What’s wrong?”

The others were a bit too far away, and Donnie was too out of it, so he was the only one who noticed the way Mikey flinched at the sound of their father’s voice.

[planefood]

Sorry for being so vague I should’ve been more specific 😅

I suppose like physical or mental limitations like something that humans have that they don’t.

Sorry if it’s a weird ask. I didn’t know how to put it in words.

okay length answer coming in probably So a lot of limitations would be like "most robots have this" rather than "It's impossible for a robot to do this" for the most part. I'm sure if someone had the brain power and energy they could build a robot that could do something most couldn't but who knows!

For one thing a lot of older robots (pre 2010) have REALLY bad eyesight, some worse than others. I was thinking of making a chart of character eyesight cause some of it is interesting. It's almost nothing like human eye problems. Newton and Sonnet have the worst eyesight Lithium and Darwin probably have the best eyesight. But because of this all robots are considered legally blind until they get tests proving they aren't. A lot of robots senses are limited compared to humans but one thing robots can do that humans can't is know exactly what's in the space around them without eyesight, like lidar? They don't see the world through this visually but just kinda know what's around them in the back of their mind. Again it depends on the type of robot but if a robots severely visually impaired they'll usually have a sensor of some sort? That really only helps with not bumping into things tho.

On the topic of senses I'm sure this might come up but can robots smell, taste and touch? Hearing is the first sense robots usually have as a default which is simple enough but what about the others? Touch is something most robots should have. Sometimes its in limited parts of their body but it's usually almost everywhere through wiring in their casing (what you'd consider their "skin") being able to tell between temperatures is something they need to keep in mind to keep running functionally. Smell and taste on the other hand is still actually a sense modern robots usually have. Taste would be on the rarest side of the spectrum but y'know how I said robots can drink? There's certain programs that can run that will have visual to taste identifiers. It's not perfect but let's say a robot wanted orange juice and drank orange juice it'd run the program for a generic orange juice taste, rather than actually tasting the specific orange juice in front of them. Again, super rare, since robots drinking what they shouldn't isn't something that's encouraged. Smell is more common, I think most of my robots in my story can smell. In one short story I wrote, Tandy noted that Mikey smelt like old dust and cat pee (mean) it'd probably just be through particle detection through their fans or something. Robots also tend to have physical issues when it comes to small and fast movements like hand articulation. But you can see in my story there's robots that are artists and musicians, usually they work around their limited mobility through creative means or aids. And unfortunately heart breaking to robot fans everywhere but none of my existing robots can play the saxophone </3 As far as mental limitations go, I won't go in depth here but robots have the capability of doing anything a human could they just might go about it in a different way.

[tmnt-tychou]

Figure Out Your Own Shit

This scene wouldn’t leave my brain. And I have a huge writing boner for characters who care about each other having difficult conversations. Some brief notes on Ramona’s backstory for context. Set in the ROTTMNT universe.

@thelaundrybitch

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And there on his lab table, among all the half-finished projects and machine parts, she saw a familiar cover.

“You have my memoir.”

“Read it, too,” Donatello said as he finished soldering a wire into place. He then removed his goggles and swiveled his chair in her direction. “We all have.”

“I figured as much. Mikey and Raph have already unloaded on me everything they've had issue with. Anything you want to get out in the open?”

He regarded her thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair. “It's a very honest book,” he accused.

“It is. That's why it made so many people angry. It made your brothers a little angry, too. We each had a long talk about it.”

She waited for him to gather his thoughts. It was clear he wanted to say something. Usually, Donatello had no trouble putting his thoughts into words. This time, he struggled.

“I didn't know,” he finally said. “All the things you were dealing with at the time. You could have told us.”

She gave him a sad smile. “I didn't want to bring all the garbage down to the lair. You guys were my oasis. My safe haven from creepy producers and controlling, obsessive mothers. From people yelling weird slurs at me on the streets for being a mutant. I needed one place where none of that existed.”

“You should have told us. We would have supported you.” He paused and added. “I would have supported you.”

She raised a brow at him. “Would you have? Because before I left, all you ever did was fight with Leo. Both of you were so insufferable, so obsessed with getting the best of each other. It was miserable to be around the both of you at once. Sometimes I felt like I wasn't even a person to the two of you anymore; I was just some trophy you were trying to win.”

For a microsecond, she saw the hurt in his face before he schooled it. Maybe she was trying to get to that hurt. Trying to goad him into telling her what was really on his mind.

“I know,” Donatello said, his voice a little flat. “I read that in your book, too. You called me obsessive. You said I made you uncomfortable multiple times.”

“You were and you did.”

His voice raised in volume as his irritation finally won out. “Then your responsibility was to tell me. Not publish it years later to be read by hundreds of thousands of people!”

“I did tell you. If you would recall with that perfect memory of yours, I told both of you to knock it off several times. But the two of you are so competitive. It got to the point where it wasn't even about having me, it was about getting a one up on each other. How was all that fighting even worth it? I'm not even that great of a prize.”

Any retort Donatello had planned flew out the window at that last statement. He stared at her as if the thing she said didn't even compute to him. But he quickly recovered.

“I guess I remember things differently. I thought we had something together. I thought you and I were dating. And then Leo came in and screwed it all up. You let him screw it up. I was trying to be there for you. I was trying to be a good boyfriend.”

“I didn't need a boyfriend, Donatello,” she shot back with emotion. “I needed you to be my friend! My world was falling apart and you two were always bickering! There wasn't room for anything else but your petty fights and all your stupid nonsense!”

“Falling in love with you wasn't nonsense. It wasn't to me.”

Her breath caught, her heart skipped. Regret then filled her. “I'm sorry. That was wrong of me to say. I never meant to suggest that your feelings don't matter.”

Donatello clenched a fist in irritation and pressed it to his mouth. “I'm trying really hard not to be mad at you.”

“I can see that. You're doing very well.”

“Don't flatter me.”

She let out a long breath. “Donnie, we were all dumb kids back then. Only sixteen and having no idea how to be good at relationships. How to be good partners. I most definitely wasn't ready for anything like that. I have a feeling it was the same for you.”

Donatello sat in silence. Silence usually meant he agreed. If he disagreed, he let you know about it instantly.

“And what about now?” he then asked, surprising her.

Now it was her turn to gather her words. “I care about you,” she said sincerely. “And I care about Leo. And my answer now is the same as it was then: I will not ever put myself between you two. You're brothers. You are two sides of the same coin. You need each other; more than either of you will ever need me.”

“Ramona...”

“You know, when I left New York I thought things would be different if I ever saw you again. I don't know how they would be different, but they should have been different somehow. Instead, it's like you two just hibernated down here the entire time.

“Six years, Donatello. It's been six years. Your brothers have traveled the country, walked in the sun, met all sorts of people. If you weren't going to leave the city, I thought you'd at least try to meet people here. Date a little. A cute yokai, maybe? Even someone human. So then by the time I came back we wouldn't be right back to square one again.”

“Wait,” Donatello said. “You purposefully left for so long so I would give up on you and find someone else?”

That question made her angry. Probably because he was right.

Instead of admitting as such, she said, “You know what, Don? Figure out your own shit. When you've done that, you can come back and ask me where you and I stand.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the lab. “The same for you too, Leo,” she said as she passed the other turtle who had been lurking by the entrance way.

“What? How did you know I was there?” Leonardo demanded.

Mona did not give him an answer as she left.

“She didn't really know,” Leonardo insisted as he sauntered into the lab. “It was just a good guess. I'm very sneaky.”

He found his brother slumped in his chair, rubbing his temples as if he had a headache coming on.

“What do you want, 'Nardo?” Donatello asked tiredly.

Leonardo had his usual Cheshire grin in place, looking like he was about to say something snarky and obnoxious. But he changed his mind and sobered.

“I ruined everything? Is that what you believe?”

Donatello looked up, clearly annoyed. “That's not just my opinion, that's what you did. We were just fine until you had to say something.”

“What was I supposed to do, Don? Not tell her how I felt?”

“Yes, Leonardo!” he suddenly burst out as he stood. “That was what you were supposed to do! Be a good brother for once and keep your mouth shut! Why wouldn't you let her go? You could have had anybody!”

Leonardo blinked at him, surprised at the outburst, but Donatello wasn't finished.

“People like you, Leo. People gravitate toward you. You make friends easily. They like being around you. People don't like me. People don't get me. The only ones outside our brotherhood who ever tried to understand me were April and her. And you wanted to take that away.”

“I didn't want to take anything from you, Donnie. I just...” He paused. Sighed. Maybe that was a lie. Maybe he had been a horrible brother back then. “Do you hate me?”

Donatello deflated before his eyes and plopped back into his chair. “No, I don't hate you. Maybe I did once. Not anymore. Not after Raph left, then Mikey. All I had was you.” And when it was just the two of them down in the sewer for those few years, something changed. They had learned how to orbit each other without Raphael's mothering, without Michelangelo's peace-keeping. It had been a trial by fire at first, stuck with each other, but they had come out the other side different than when they went in. Mona was wrong. They had changed.

Leonardo put his hands on his hips thoughtfully. “Then I guess there's only one thing we can do now. We've got to figure out our shit.”

Donatello groaned and put his head in his hands. “I don't want to.”

Leonardo  laughed.

[yanderes-galore]

Heh, I can imagine Leo teaching you how to fight in case you have to defend yourself by letting you hit their punching bag and then out of nowhere Raphael is like “this is how you really punch” and fucking punches the bag off its hinges. Leo realises your amazement by Raphael's strengths and tries to one up him while you idly watch. Then either Mikey or Donnie “steals you oway” letting the other two duke it out.

Like I know that you headcanon them to be super protective and wont let them go beyond their home but like imagine buying different types of wired chips and then sharing some with Splinter. And for the turtles too if they ask nicely, you're still peeved that they ruined your beauty sleep the night before an exam. I can only imagine them becoming suffocatingly possessive if Shredder is after you or the weird brain things.

Otherwise they are like protective brothers just beyond the shadows, making sure no one is picking on you in school.

Though I wonder what their reaction would be if they accidentally turned into a mutant like them, maby not the same animal but still.

Ah, okay, this connects to the other thing.

Yeah that makes sense if they're romantic or platonic Yans.

[turtle-steverogers]

Mikey im gonna need more thoughts about Stucky laughing/playing during sex … could I tempt you into writing a little ficlet? 👀 I just know they’re the sweetest, happiest boys 😫

Schmmoopy hours officially started with your little hc earlier

PLZ YES CUZ I JUST WANT THEM HAVING FUN SILLY SEX they deserve it

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Bucky’s hands roam over Steve’s front, fingers smoothing across the soft skin of his chest before gently tugging his nipples. Tilting his head back, Steve mouths at Bucky’s jaw, humming pleased when Bucky leans down to kiss him in turn. The space between them is a live wire-- gentle and strong all at once. Bucky buried deep inside him and fucking him with an even rhythm, keeping him close to the edge, but not tumbling over quite yet. And it’s thrilling, the way Bucky knows him well enough to keep him suspended like this.

One of Bucky’s hands wander down to his hip, holding him steady, and Steve moans into Bucky’s mouth as he begins to fuck him faster. He clenches around Bucky, hoping to bring him closer, and Bucky gasps, a moan escaping his throat in turn.

“Nngh.”

Steve breaks the kiss, snickering. “Did that just come out of you?”

Bucky huffs, hips never stilling. “Shut up, you made me do that.”

Steve starts to laugh in earnest, mouthing at Bucky’s throat in apology. “No no, that’s fair, just… you sounded a bit like a strangled cat.”

Bucky squawks, indignant. “I did not.” He pointedly squeezes Steve’s hip harder, even though he’s starting to laugh, too. And fuck, he’s beautiful like this. Elated and sweaty, seamless in the way he presses into Steve so thoroughly. “If anything-- ah, fuck-- I sounded like a very distinguished cat.”

Steve wrinkles his nose, rolling his hips back in time with Bucky’s thrusts. “That doesn’t make any-- ah-- goddamn sense.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like my brain is very online right now,” Bucky admits, breathless, as he kisses the junction between Steve’s neck and shoulder. He angles his hips to press against Steve’s prostate and gives a few pointed thrusts.

Steve gasps, his resolve slipping as he lets his eyes slide back shut. Bucky chuckles low in his throat, and begins to fuck him faster, hitting his prostate consistently now. Steve loses himself in the sensation, lip caught between his teeth as he sinks into the feeling of Bucky taking him apart.

Bucky stops abruptly, laughing. Opening his eyes, Steve pouts.

“What?” he whines. Bucky tries and fails to contain his giggles as he presses his forehead to the back of Steve’s head.

“Nothing, nothing,” he manages, then laughs again. Steve huffs, rolling his hips back hard enough to make Bucky gasp through his laughs. “Steven. Really, just-- you grunted real funny just now.”

“You’re only saying that because I made fun of your strangled cat moan,” Steve complains, starting to laugh as well.

“No, I’m not! You sounded real weird-- honest,” Bucky says and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, are you gonna fuck me, or not?”

“I am fucking you.”

“No, you’re not! My poor dick is going soft. Look what you’ve done, you’ve killed the mood!”

“Oh, I killed the mood? You started this, you little shit.”

Bucky starts thrusting again with renewed vigor, and Steve’s jarred forward on the bed. He scrambles for purchase, heat running molten through his veins, and fuck-- he’s suddenly close.

“Jesus, fuck,” he laughs. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, taking his hips in both hands and kneeling up behind him to fuck him harder. Steve feels himself toe the line of the edge, ready to stumble over at any moment. “Learned it from you.”

And then Steve is coming. Sudden and sharp, pleasure pulsing through him so intensely, he can’t even make himself shout out, mouth open in a silent scream. He feels Bucky follow soon after, moaning deep in his chest as he spreads out over Steve’s back, mouthing at his shoulder as he comes hard inside him.

They come down in tandem, pressed close as Steve feels Bucky’s release drip out of him. He squirms, uncomfortable.

“What?” Bucky slurs.

“Your jizz is on my thighs,” Steve complains, shifting again. He feels Bucky wrinkle his nose against his shoulder.

“Ew. Don’t say that.”

Steve laughs, gasping a little as Bucky pulls out, oversensitive. Bucky flops down next to him on his back, and Steve slumps over, tucking into his side.

“That was good,” he hums, kissing Bucky’s collarbone.

“Yeah?” Bucky smiles at him, rubbing a hand down his bicep. A soft, soothing gesture. “Even though I sounded like a weird cat?”

Steve snorts, resting his head on Bucky’s chest. “Your unpredictable vocal range is the best thing about you. Keeps me on my toes.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing again. “I’ll make sure to squawk like a bird next time, just to keep you on your toes.”

Steve shoves at Bucky, delighted. “If you ever squawk while you’re fucking me, I will quite literally never let you in me again.”

Bucky shoves him back, then tackles him over to kiss him, loud and sloppy. Steve blushes, staring up at him.

“Somehow,” Bucky murmurs, kissing him softer now. “I really doubt that.”

Steve threads his fingers through the back of Bucky’s hair. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, pulling him back down for another kiss. “You keep telling yourself that.”

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Secrets (A Donatello x Reader)

This is incredibly self-indulgent and was really just a fic for me to obsess over tesla coils, but my girlfriend convinced me to post it- so here it is! It got kind of long too, but I hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 3236

Reader is given feminine terms in this one

Mild cursing (thank you Raph)

Absolute fluff attack, the sweetness will rot your teeth

Singing was your greatest passion. From a young age, you had been roped into music, the emotions it could represent with just a few notes and some relatable lyrics. It was happiness, it was sadness, it was anger and excitement, and it was everything you couldn’t express well enough with just words. Being a writer, sometimes that would get frustrating, but music helped you overcome the most challenging spots in a new piece or story. This is why you would constantly have earbuds in as you sang along to every song you’d memorized on your Spotify shuffle. 

And Donnie noticed this. Every time you would enter the turtles’ lair, he would see you unplug and pack-up your headphones. Hell, he was even able to detect your singing from the sounds of the sewer tunnels echoing with every step you took closer. He’d hear you talk about the music or soundtracks of your favorite games and movies, analyzing what every slight twinge or reprise would allude to. And he loved every part of it. He loved getting to see those moments where music was all you could focus on. Your heart rate rose exponentially in anticipation and excitement. Your eyes would screw shut while you broke into a grin. Your hands would mimic motions to the beat as you played on invisible drums, or strummed a nonexistent guitar. 

It was adorable to him, to say the least. But he never told you so. He never said a word, in case this might scare you off for coming across as “creepy” or weird. He knew most people probably didn’t pay this close attention to little things like that, but then again, he also knew that most people weren’t madly in love with you. 

Which Donatello was. 

He couldn’t tell you, because once he started rambling about you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. And if he didn’t stop, then he’d run the 89.07% chance risk of telling you how he’d been in love with you since the day they met you. That was way too high for him to be comfortable. No, he couldn’t tell you, no matter how badly he wanted you to know.

“Okay, so what if you just show ‘er you’re interested instead?” Raph asked, half paying attention to his brother’s predicament, half pounding the punching bag before him into the ground. Leo was in the dojo meditating, and Mikey was playing video games in the living room, which left the two middle brothers to their own devices. For Donnie, this was literally. His three-fingered hands fiddled with his latest electrical circuit. It was bound for sending the right amount of voltage into his inventions without needing four power strips and a generator all on their own. Unfortunately, he was too distracted to actually delve into its components, and settled for breaking and piecing it back together again.

“Show her? How would I do that?” Donnie’s voice trembled at the thought.

“I dunno, you’re the genius here,” Raph huffed, “There’s gotta be somethin’ in this place that you think she’d find cool. She loves music, right?”

“Yeah, like a lot, she even-”

“Rhetorical question, Don, heard the rant plenty,” His brother cut him off. Pausing his violent onslaught of the dummy, he turned to face him. “You’re nervous ‘cause you ain’t ever done somethin’ for a pretty girl before, I get it. So do somethin’ you know you’re good at. That’ll take the nerves off, your plan works, and then I won’ have to listen to you babbling about whatever new fuckin’ thing she did today. Win win.”

The younger turtle paused. “That was...actually pretty sound advice, thank you, Raph.”

“Anytime,” Raph nodded, a smug smile tugging at his lips from being able to help. Problem was, now he was invested. He’d listened to his brother’s rants and rambles and failed plans of possibly confessing for weeks now, what was gonna happen once he finally did it? Raph plopped onto one of Donnie’s bean bag chairs. He didn’t bother to pick up the training dummy. “So what ya gonna do, smart guy?”

Donnie blinked a few times, glasses twitching on his nose as he pushed them up. He didn’t know it, but you coined this his “brainstorming face”. He fiddled with the circuits once again.

“Uh...I’m not sure,” His tongue went dry. A million ideas fly through his brain each minute, and this decides to be the time that he can’t think of a single one good enough. Figures. “I could build her something? Maybe a new stereo, or upgrade the one she has.”

Raph made a noise of disapproval. “You can do better, any old fix-it guy could do that.”

“Fair. Maybe I could- ow!”

A short buzz of the air cut him off as his fiddling paid off. To the world’s great irony, a light bulb several inches away lit up.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I…” Donnie trailed off. The purple-clad turtle’s eyes widened as he registered what happened. “I’m better than good, I just had an epiphany!”

“Epipha-what?”

“An epiphany, sudden realization, an idea!” Donnie flicked his goggles back down, enhancing his vision with the magnifier on it. Wires were tugged in and out, and a transmitter was displaced. With a snort of triumph, he raised it to the air for his brother to see. “This is the answer!” 

“A tiny board thing. Just what she’s always wanted,” Raph rolled his eyes, but Donnie was prepared for this.

“Not just a tiny board, a tiny board with this!-” With great haste, Donnie was next to Raph, holding the board out properly. “My side-side project, this little thing, look at the coil here, this is it! This is a tesla coil, capable of transmitting thousands and thousands of volts of energy surging through the air, powering anything within its radius, which is perfect and exactly why I needed to reconfigure it to power my lab and this one new machine I’m working on, but that’s not why this is the perfect idea!”

“Wow, please continue, professor, I’m dyin’ to know.”

“Glad you asked! Watch this!” One aux cord, T-Phone connection, and light-dimming later, the lab went dark in anticipation. And suddenly, with the press of a play button on Donnie’s shuffle, music started to fill the air. But it wasn’t coming from his phone. It was coming from the coils, surging and creating not only electric energy that was visible to the human eye as it sparked, but music. Sound. The beats and notes of the song playing sprouted out in the form of electricity.

Raph’s green eyes became transfixed on the sparks flying out. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right!” Came the squeals of utter nerding out, “This is only a tabletop version of an SGTC circuit, my own type of it anyway based on Tesla’s original designs, but if I reworked it, made it bigger, made it lifelike and maybe four or five of them, I could create the most advanced musical performance this city has ever seen!”

“I’m gonna pretend I know everything you just said because clearly this is your nerd thing,” Raph started, utterly confused. Even still, a reassuring smile framed his features. “But this looks pretty damn cool. This right here? Exactly what ‘m sayin’, Don.  This is you.”

“Do you think she’ll like it...?” Donnie asked in a hopeful voice. He wasn’t just asking about the invention. 

“Course she will.”

~x~

A couple weeks had passed since that fateful conversation with Raph. He’d been in and out of the lab since then, but between patrols and the mandatory bathroom breaks, there was hardly a time he wasn’t working on his great new project. You weren’t even allowed to go into the lab, per his request, for all his time there.

However, he always made sure to make at least one movie whenever you’d come hang out at the lair from work.

Finally, one Friday night, the set up was complete. Pride swelled in Donnie’s chest as he looked at his creation: six symmetrically placed tesla coils sprung up from the ground and walls all around his lab space. The coilings wrapped around metal frames, spiraling into a beautiful arrangement of engineering, if he did say so himself. Mikey said it looked like the lasers out of a DC comic, which was also not a bad thing to be. He just hoped that you would like it. All of it was for you, of course, but over the weeks that he’d been preparing it, he found more beauty in the music of tesla coils than he ever had appreciated before. 

Donnie thought he might thank you for that, if he could get his nerves around it.

God, he was so nervous. Anxiety rushed through his body like the electric pulses he was perfecting. They were already done, but it was all he could do to distract himself while waiting for you to arrive. Maybe the frequencies weren’t in the right key. What if they sounded better this way? Or maybe the firing power wasn’t enough? Trajectory looked alright, maybe it just-

“Donnie?”

“Gh! Y/N, hey!” Stammered the surprised terrapin after knocking his head against the top of a coil. His goggles were on the setting of night-vision, but that didn’t account for night-spatial-awareness, it seemed.

“I got your text to come,” You tried to smile at him, but the dark laboratory proved to make that difficult. “How come it’s so dark in here?”

“Uh, well, that’s p-part of the surprise! Eheh. Gimme just a second-”

You waited patiently outside of his lab, vision still applicable, but grew concerned the more strange noises and clangs you heard coming from inside. This was definitely a whole new level of “Donnie Surprises” just by how nervous he seemed about it.

You yelped when his hand grabbed your arm and dragged you back inside the darkness.

“Okay, uh,” He started, before clapping his hands together for the lights to switch back on, “This is what I wanted to show you.”

Your gaze spun all around the lab. After adjusting to the light, you could clearly see giant mechanism after mechanism placed strategically around in a dome-like setup. Coils that protruded like round-edged spikes circled you both, and in the center was a metal cage. 

“Oh my god…” You almost whispered. A large grin broke out onto your face as you stared in quiet marvel at the scene. His plan was working, and Donnie lit up with an outstretched arm in presentation.

“These bad boys are called tesla coils-”

“Tesla coils!” You squealed in imperfect unison to what you assumed was the start of an explanation. “You made tesla coils, Donnie, holy shit!”

“You’ve heard of them?!” Donnie exclaimed, eyes widening behind his glasses.

“YES!” Your hands began to wave around excitedly, “Oh my god I used to be OBSESSED with these things! I heard about when I was a kid from that old movie, oh what was it, it was like the apprentice’s-”

“Sorcerer’s Apprentice!”

“THAT! Yes!” 

“I haven’t seen that movie in years!”

“Me neither! All I remember is that Hiccup’s voice actor totally nerded out and programmed his giant tesla coils to play music for the girl he wanted to impress, and it was the coolest thing because these giant machines were playing music, music out of nothing but sparks of electricity at different frequencies, which to be honest probably would have caused more of an energy problem than the movie suggested because goddamn do they take up a lot of power, but I was like six and didn’t care!” You laughed  in an energetic burst of word association, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Donnie could have kissed you then and there for that alone. 

A grin crept onto his lips as he watched you ramble on about the movie, leaving all anxious thoughts to fall from his mind. For once, someone actually understood one of his passions. Better than that, she was explaining the process to him of all people! Sure, she was intuitive enough to know he didn’t need it, he literally had just built them after all. This was just out of pure excitement. Someone in his life was talking about science and technology like they were the most fascinating things on the planet, just as the purple-masked turtle believed it was. Well, second only to the ecstatic girl in front of him. 

“-And so, I randomly remembered it again not that long ago, so I looked it up and found so many videos on YouTube about it. I kid you not, I listened to tesla coils and tesla coils alone for a solid week.” 

You breathed heavily, a little winded after such an intense info-dump. God, he always loved when you got excited about something. 

“This is kind of surreal,” Donnie chuckled a bit, pushing up his glasses when they tumbled down his nose, “I had no idea you’d get what these were, much less have known so much about them.” Donnie’s eyes widened at his own panicked-fueled blabbering. “N-Not that I think you’re stupid! I just-- I mean it’s not-- common? It’s more of-”

“A niche interest, yeah. No worries,” You finished for him, signaling his stuttered words hadn’t fallen on offended ears. Donnie quietly sighed in relief. Time ticked by in seconds, but even that was much too fast for this martial artist to grasp. If he could have constructed a device to pause the fabrics of time, he would have long ago, simply to relish the moments with you that meant everything to him. It wasn’t your fault your eyes captivated him more than any element he’s worked with.

“So,” You began eagerly, startling him out of his thoughts, “Are we gonna listen to some zappy poles go brrr or what?”

Donnie snorted at your juvenile word choice. “Yeah, totally. Now, ah,” He walked over toward the large cage in the center, stepped inside, then poked his head out with a dorky grin. A large, green hand stood outstretched towards you. “I think you’d better step inside my cage.”

“If you keep quoting the damn movie like this, I am going to explode from excitement, and it will be your fault!” It was a wonder how you hadn’t caught onto his plan yet, honestly. You made no sense of hesitation before grabbing his offered hand (even though your hands were small enough that they hardly matched his palm’s size), and clambered into the cage in front of him. This was a great excuse for you to be close to him without it being weird. And now, with your back brushing up against his plastron, the butterflies in his chest told him it was totally a good call.

Donatello would take this secret to his grave, however.

“Put your hands on the rail here, yep just like that,” Donnie nodded after your hands found the safeguard rail. A couple buttons tapped into a laptop later, he settled his own hands next to yours. “Let the magic begin.”

Magic would have been the understatement of the year. A coil in front of you quickly shot out its first spark. Familiar music breached the sound barrier to your ears. The one behind you both caught it instantly. Spark after spark sent back and forth between the coils, soaring through the lab like the most incredible game of electric catch.

“Whoa!” You laughed when the sparks would bounce off the cage itself, pressing closer to the turtle behind you (much to his surprise every time). Your shining e/c eyes never left the electric bolts shooting out. “This is insane!”

“Heh, glad you like it!” Donnie watched you closely that entire time, more entranced by your excitement and wonderstruck self than anything he’d created. He could power up the tesla coils anytime of day, but this was a special moment he’d never be able to recreate in a controlled environment. This was no experiment, this was real and it was happening right now. 

The only thing left to do was tell you how he felt. 

“Y/N, I have to tell you something,” He began, stepping away to give you a bit of space. His heart rate was increasing by the second. The way you turned to look at him wasn’t helping, either. 

“What is it?” You spoke softly, somehow able to be heard over the music. Donnie could hardly meet your eyes, so he took your hands in his instead.

“I...I don’t know how to say this exactly,” He started, “I’ve been trying to do it for months, going over every possible conjuncture of words, something that would be heartfelt and honest, poetic even? But the truth is, words aren’t my thing, th-they never have been. I’m a science guy, I take things apart and put them back together again, I figure out what makes them work, I see life as a million tiny parts to analyze.”

He paused his quickened speech to take a breath. Your hands squeezed his larger ones as an offer to continue.

“And so, I’m...bad at feelings. I see it all as chemicals and components used by the brain to create action and reaction. But now I’m not so sure if that’s all they are, and really the only thing I am sure about is that it’s because of you that I’m questioning everything I ever thought I knew. Maybe, maybe life is more than atoms and chemicals, and instead it’s about..moments. Moments like this. Moments that...that I..that I really want to keep forever and play over and over again.”

“Donnie…” You spoke. This time he squeezed your hands.

“I know I’m rambling and I should really get to the point, so what I’m trying to say is,” He took another breath, steady this time. His gaze met yours again. “I want to live these moments with you every day. You’re special to me. You’re part of our family, but this is more than that, this feeling is-”

“Love.” You finished for him. Both of your eyes widened as you realized the other felt how you each did.  

Donatello nodded slowly, hesitant to be so certain, but knowing it was true. There were no more words to be exchanged after that, only actions, only movements so soft and gentle that the large terrapin was certain he’d break if they could fit in his hands. Your hands left his and instead reached up to grab the long ends of his mask, and tugged gently for him to reach you. He leaned down without a thought. A three-fingered hand found your waist this time. 

You kissed. Soft, human lips connected to his slightly chapped reptilian ones. The turtle had waited for this moment since he realized the attraction he felt towards you was not just powerful chemical reactions, but true feelings. It wasn’t biology, it was chance and fate and one-in-a-million all at once. As the sparks continued to (literally) fly, Donnie let his eyes close. This was the present. He was here, he was holding a great new adventure in his hands, and there was a brilliant future just around the corner. 

The song may have finished, but this is what would last forever. 

[soldrawss]

So I’mmina start this off by saying literally all your aus/drawing make me smile. They’re all so fascinating and sweet and so,SO well thought out! That being said, not to be that person that brings angst into a fluff buffet but... in your Movie Star Dad AU, do the boys every have mixed feelings about their father suddenly appearing in their lives after a prolonged absence? Also would Christof Von Bradford be an issue for the fam, considering his active competitive jerk energy he has with Lou?

Hi, thank you for your sweet words!!! I literally think about my rottmnt aus every waking moment, no joke, so I’m glad that you think they’re well thought out! I do my best! (also always bring angst. I always have a lot of angst in these au’s, I just also try to even it out with just as much fluff) The boys were YOUNG when Yoshi came into their lives, and each of them have their own perspectives on it, so at the time, they didn’t really have any huge negative feelings towards their situation before Yoshi found them because his absence wasn’t really,,, prolonged.

Mikey was literally a baby, barely a year old, so he doesn’t ever remember a time when Yoshi wasn’t in his life. Yoshi is the only parent Mikey really knows, and he’s completely fine with that. If Mikey has any mixed feelings, it’s towards his late mother, who he has absolutely no memories about, and only really knows her through the pictures Raph kept and the stories Raph and Yoshi would tell about her. He sometimes feels bad that he doesn’t feel as sad about her passing as Raph or Yoshi does, and he sometimes feels bad about not remembering her at all, but it’s also weird cause he knows he shouldn’t feel bad about it, cause he was too little to remember anything anyway and that’s not his fault, but the weird gross feelings in his stomach are there all the same when he thinks too hard about it. So he tries not to think about it. And just blissfully goes about his days with his doting dad and his overindulgent big brothers. 

Raph was nervous and distrustful of Yoshi at first, because of course he was. He was 4 years old, sitting in a hospital bed alone with just his tiny baby brother in his arms, nursing a concussion and ugly road rash on his arms and legs while also nursing a broken heart after just losing mama. And then suddenly this man appears, the man in the movies that mama always loved to watch, except he’s not wearing the flamboyant jumpsuit he’s always wearing, but a maroon sweatshirt and old jeans. His signature styled pompadour and orange shades replaced with a disheveled ponytail and bags like bruises under his eyes. And a lot of people come and go throughout the next couple of weeks. Doctors and therapists and child services and lawyers and all of their faces begin to blend together in a dizzying swirl and Raph has a hard time focusing on anyone who isn’t Mikey. But the man stays the same. His face stays intact, and he follows them wherever they go. And then suddenly Raph and Mikey are allowed to go home with the man, and he tells them how he’s their dad. And how he didn’t know they existed, but he’s going to make up for all the lost time tenfold. And he promises he’s gonna love them enough for both him and their mama. Which Raph doesn’t think is possible, and so he’s suspicious and untrusting at first, cause no one can love them more than their mama did. But the man tries. Boy, does he try hard anyway. Tries to win every smiling giggle Mikey shoots at him and earn Raph’s faith that he’ll be there for them. That he’ll protect them. That he’s going to love them forever. And over the weeks and months, through every tantrum and screaming fit and long sleepless nights, he proves it, little by little. He stays. And he loves them. And Raph’s faith in the man grows with every bedtime story and piggyback ride and half-cooked pancake with too much syrup, and Raph’s guard slowly goes down until it’s fully surrendered over to this man who is their dad, and it’s never raised again.  Donnie knows the routine. He’s been through it approximately 27 and a half times before, through all the foster care homes. A new family takes him in. He messes up something. The new family gives him back. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. He’s been here before. He knows this isn’t going to last long, despite all the promises the man with the thick accent says. And Donnie doesn’t really register that this man was his biological father. He doesn’t really care to, to be honest. What was the point? His own biological mother had willingly gotten rid of him, Donnie’s snuck a peek at his record, he knew it all. So what if this man was his dad. That didn’t mean anything. He was gonna get tired of Donnie the same way all the other parents did. Tired of the constant questions. Tired of the broken appliances and half baked reasons why he took them apart in the first place, because apparently “I wanted to see how they worked” wasn’t a good enough answer. And Donnie was three years old and smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for and you know what? He was tired of it too. Tired of getting his hopes of a family finally understanding and accepting him. Tired of wanting a family who would love him back. Tired of getting his heart broken time and time again. So he wasn’t going to get his heart broken this time. He wasn’t going to accept anything of this man, with two boys already that shared Donnie’s eyes, and he wasn’t going to let himself be the fool again. And as the weeks went by, this cold shoulder game he was playing was getting harder and harder to keep, because dangit, this man really did try everything to prove that he was the real deal. The forever family. And Donnie’s new ‘brothers’ were always bright-eyed and curious about everything Donnie did and said, and actually wanted to play his weird word games and puzzles and wanted to spend time with him, and Donnie felt something short circuit in his brain because he wasn’t used to this feeling in his chest. This warm and light feeling. Something must be overheating in whatever engine was running inside of Donnie’s chest, and Donnie didn’t have a clue how to fix it. He also didn’t know if he wanted to fix it. But of course, it didn’t matter anyway. Because Donnie messed up. It was bound to happen eventually, Donnie got to brazen with how comfortable he was getting in the large house, and when he was running in the hallways, chasing after Raph in an impromptu game of tag, he accidentally slipped and knocked into the t.v stand, sending it straight to the floor where it broke into a hundred different pieces of glass and tiny wired parts. Donnie was mortified, knowing this would definitely send him back, and he got on his hands and knees and tried to collect the parts and put it back together but there was no time. The man that Donnie was half tempted to call dad half the time was already in the room, searching for the source of the loud crash and when his eyes finally landed on Donnie and the broken t.v behind him, Donnie couldn’t help but burst into tears. And he tried to explain, tried to apologize and he promised he’d fix it, he promised, he’d fix it up brand new and then the man wouldn’t have to send Donnie back. He’d be good. He’d fix this. He promised. Just please don’t send him back. And Donnie didn’t see the way the man’s body flinched at Donnie’s sobbed confession, and didn’t see the man lurch from where he was standing to pick Donnie up and hold him in a tight embrace saying all kinds of things that didn’t make sense to Donnie. Because the man was supposed to be angry. Angry like all the other parents eventually were. Angry and disappointed and tired, not... well... whatever this was. Which was holding him close, and running shaking hands through his hair and rubbing circles into his back and saying “Are you ok? Did you get hurt anywhere? Did you touch the glass? Shhh, shhhh, it’s ok buddy, breathe, you’re ok. You’re not in trouble. You don’t have to fix anything. It’s just a t.v. As long as you’re unhurt, then it’s ok. You’re ok, sweetheart. I got you.” And Donnie could feel the man press kisses into Donnie’s hairline that made the 3-year-old cry even harder, and press his face farther into his dad’s shirt as he clung to him for dear life. Because it’s never been just ‘ok’ before. Never. And for the first time, Donnie was starting to learn that with this family, with this man, being ‘ok’ might just work out after all.

When Leo meets Yoshi for the first time, it’s with a heart already filled to the brim with excitement and acceptance as he fully lets him into his life. Because Leo’s 3, and doesn’t know where he came from like most of the other kids in the halfway home. All he knows is that he’s always lived in this cramped house, sharing a room with a broken AC unit with 4 other boys around his age that just loved picking on Leo because of how small he was and how his skin was two different colors. He’s used to the house, and strict rules about eating and playtime, and the mean older kids that come and go while Leo always stays. He doesn’t want to be used to it, but he is, and his lonely daydreams and nights wishing upon all the stars in the sky are filled with thoughts about a life where he gets to leave this place. Dreams about a mom and dad or even a cool uncle or caring grandparents or literally anyone, coming and rescuing him and taking him far away from this place. Dreams about finding a home, with someone there calling him theirs. Belonging to someone, and having someone belong to him too. And then on a dusty and warm afternoon, that very person showed up, and Leo smiles at him hard enough to hurt his face. And he was looking for Leo, Leo specifically, not someone around Leo’s age or who looked like Leo, but actually Leo. And the man wanted Leo. Wanted him like no one had ever wanted him before. And wanted to take him home and call Leo his forever and Leo would have thought he was still dreaming if he hadn’t kept pinching himself the entire 6-hour flight to New York. And not only did Leo get a dad, but he got 3 brothers as well! 3 brothers, who all looked different than Leo but shared his brown eyes all the same, and didn’t mind that Leo talked a lot or made a lot of jokes and didn’t bully him for being or looking ‘weird’ like the other boys he grew up with did. And even though dad says that Leo’s his, and Raph and Donnie and Mikey want to hang around and play with him, Leo still finds himself pinching himself every night just in case. Because this is almost too good to be a dream. It couldn’t be real, right? Did Leo deserve this? Was it really his to have? To call his own? Was a kid like him, who grew up with nothing, who grew up as a nothing, allowed to have everything, and be somebody worth keeping around? Leo wasn’t sure, but if this was a dream, it was the best one he’d ever had, and he hopes he doesn’t wake up from it anytime soon.

[jadethest0ne]

Do you mind if I ask you about real boy Shelldon? because I love him and I want to know more. Like did he have to learn how to walk because his drone form didn't have legs, and is he super affectionate or does a lot of touch overwhelm him because the his senses are way different. Just any headcanons you have, because I love this boy.

Oh these are exciting questions! I do have a lot of ideas for Real Boy Shelldon, many of which I plan on making art or comics for. But I’ll be happy to share some of my headcanons and ideas of him!

RealBoy! Shelldon Headcannons:

Shelldon's favorite pizza is Hawaiian.

It takes him some time to get used to his new biological body. He has some trouble learning to walk and move around properly at first. Things like hunger and pain are also new to him.

For a while he gets overwhelmed by experiencing so many new sensations in general. Breathing, having a heartbeat, sounds, smells, touch, feelings – all of which he suddenly has to process in new ways other than in ones an zeros - can be a bit much at times.

He does like hugs though and often needs his family around to help ground him.

Shelldon gets along best with Mikey since they are the same "age" and maturity level. They like hanging out, playing video games, and skateboarding together. They also get into a lot of hijinks and trouble together – they are terrible influences on one another.

Mikey is excited to finally have a "little brother" (in age only, Shelldon is actually quite tall).

Shelldon is more than happy to give his immediate "older brother" a ride on his shoulders.

Shelldon gets into surfing.

He loves experimenting with food and creating weird food combinations. Pizza in a blender? Yup! All the random pizza toppings found in the '87 show? Of course! Hot sauce on ice cream? Delicious!

He often goes on missions with Raph, but gets distracted by things really easily and gets caught up in doing his own stuff, so most of the time they're really unproductive.

He and Donnie bond over Jupiter Jim films and their love of Atomic Lass.

Regarding his drone parts:

He still has his rotors to fly with in the back of his shell.

Despite having a soft shell, Shelldon likes keeping his back unobstructed so that he can use his rotors at anytime. He'll only wear hoodies or loose clothing when he feels comfortable and safe.

His robotic eye has night-vision, and can see outside the normal color spectrum like UV and infrared.

He can communicate with computers a bit. There is a notch in the back of his head that can be used to connect wires to for him to communicate with computers or provide access to the computer side of his brain.

He can occasionally pick up radio signals as well (which can also be a bit overwhelming at times).

He can also suffer from small technological issues like computer viruses and short-circuits (but it'd mostly just make him sleepy and a bit loopy since he still has his bio-brain to compensate).

The mutation managed to fit together his bio-body with his computer body pretty effectively, so he doesn't even need to "recharge" with electricity, and can just use his normal body energy (from food and such) to fuel his technological bits.

He thus has to eat a lot.

Overall, Shelldon is pretty open to going with the flow and trying new things, there's lots of new stuff to do now that he is alive.

I’d like to thank you for this question, anon! I’ve been having a bit of a creative block lately. This helped flex my artistic muscles and get the juices flowing!

[kazuwhora]

Hey, could I have a Tokyo Rev matchup? If that's alright ☺ I FORGOT TO ADD MY APPEARANCE ALSO I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😫🙏🏾

Ok so I'm a bisexual girl who uses any pronouns, mostly she/they. I am also around 5'5, I kinda wish I was taller so I could intimidate men with my height 😈 I am a Virgo, although I don't think I act like one. It's probably because I'm an Aries Rising and Pisces Moon. But n e wayz I am an ISFP 4w5 and tbh I kinda tone down my personality depending where I'm at💀 At school, people would describe me as kind, quiet, chill, smart, weird, innocent looking(that completely changes once I start talking because I say weird things. I once told my teacher about how some astronauts had herpes in Space 🏃🏾‍♀️). At home, my family(and friends) would describe as loud(Once I laughed so hard to the point where my mom could hear me outside), crazy, weird, chaotic, dumb(I say a lot of stupid things that make no sense 🤷🏾‍♀️), annoying, a troublemaker, competative, argumentative, mean, chill at times, really talkative although I have a stutter. I have noticed that in both areas, people have said that I'm a people magnet and a good person to be around 😁 When I'm alone I like to read fanfics 😏, listen to music, read my Warrior Cats books and when I'm with my sister or with Family, I love to dance, listen to music, watch anime, play sports, go for walks. I've been dancing ever since I was young, never went to lessons but still performed a lot for School. Most of the time, it's actually what people know me for. With my family, I was known as the Snake Girl for a few years because I really wanted one, I never got one but I do have 5 rats now 🐀 I've always loved animals, when I was younger I made a list of all the animals I wanted and there were like 20+ pets on there 😭 And because I love animals so much, I've decided I want to help them in the future but I also want to help people. I've been wondering what I should be in the future and it's changed multiple times(mostly because the hours were too long and I HATE 9-5 jobs) but helping animals and helping people is something I always want to do. So, I've decided that I'll do everything I want to do in the future and no one will stop me 😾 That's probably why I'm listed as the Troublemaker in the Family, I do what I want to do and say what I want to say without caring how other people feel because I'm my own person(Mostly, because I love having fun but also because they really need to hear it). My family doesn't like it tho 😕 whenever my sister does the same, she's always told that she's acting like me and that it's a bad thing but idc. When I'm of age, I'm gonna live my life the way I want 😌 I'm gonna get tattoos, get piercings, be a stripper while I get my desired degree in College/University. I'M GONNA DO IT ALL 💃🏾

I would also like to add that I smile and laugh a lot. I literally have smile lines from how hard I smile all the time. I could be experiencing any emotion like Anger, Happiness, Sadness, etc. and I'll still smile and laugh. I think it's the eye contact 😃

Appearance: I'm around the age of the Tokyo Rev characters, I'm 5'5, I'm not skinny or fat so I'm kinda in the middle, I have Auburn hair and eyebrows and have braided hair with beads in it 😩 I'm very hot, I also have glasses I wear occasionally although I really need them for my left eye 😫 I do think that the glasses make me look hotter tho so I wear em 👀

I hope that's a good representation of how I am and also thank you in advance <3

u are the definition of an aries rising LOL

IM MATCHING YOU UP WITH NAHOYA SO YOU CAN BE THE MOST CHAOTIC DUO TO EVER EXIST

im not even gonna lie to you here. y'all scare me. nahoya scares me, u kinda scare me (in a good way dw I literally dropped out of highschool nothing can truly scare me) but the way y'all absolutely hype each other up an energize yourselves off of each other is freaky and mildly concerning. its like, the two of you are somehow a match made in both heaven and hell because your brains are wired the exact same way but at the same time should we really be putting those two brains together????

all jokes aside though you really are mirrored versions of yourself and its fun as fuck for the both of you. nahoya, who lives for chaos and humour is delightfully enabled by your ability to take his jokes and follow along with his chaotic nature at the same speed without a skip in your step. you, are enabled by his ability to also match your speed and encourage you to do whatever the fuck you want because its your life and you should live it how you want.

when I decided on nahoya I didn't even think of the smiley thing but it just makes so much sense as I go back and reread your description?? like its meant to be ok

you two are THE trouble makers. ppl can't handle you and if you ever show up at any toman event mikey is immediately separating the two of you because even HE can't handle it. double trouble for sure.

nahoya says fuck a job. you can just hang out with him every day right?? no but for real, he 100% does not understand responsibilities and he doesn't get why you can't actually just hang out with him every day. he has so much fun with you and when you're gone he's like ?? tf do I do now?? disturb shit on my own?? damn. he does not like it one bit and will huff at you for having responsibilities. he swears he'll become rich so you don't have to do anything and he can just spoil you so you'll stay with him forever and cause ruckus together for the rest of your lives. this is his goal.

he's one of the top 3 worst boyfriends so im not even gonna lie that hes a shit boyfriend but I bet you wont care because the fun you have together and the freedom that your relationship holds is enough to make it all worth it.

psst.. he doesn't have to say I love you for you to know. it'll be clear in the way his eyes twinkle every time he sees you <3

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A/N: nyeh. and so it begins. i'm doing this in a series 'cause i've seen a few other people do it like that and well, i wanna experiment with new formats. sorry it took so long btw. i’ll be buckling down on the prompts that were sent in- enjoy!

- ho boy is there a lot of sass to go around when you two are together.

- you complain about things to each other that you wouldn't with other people. especially if it's about those other people.

- he really doesn't get emotions all that well- they weren't programmed into him right, so he's great at the language of sarcasm and composed comments. you honestly can't tell when he's not serious sometimes.

- it's great when something unpredictable to him happens though, then you get to watch how his brain starts running around in that big noggin of his, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

- cold, hard science was his anchor, with the exception of metaphysics, so when stuff like that teleporting mutant they found pops up, he's bewildered and thrown off but crikey is he excited. ten times as much as when mikey gets new paint.

- it's pretty funny to you, but don get laughs out of you any time.

- he makes hella good blunt jokes and they always get you going because you share that same kind of dry humor.

- he doesn't really like touch so much and it took you a while to adjust to the preference since you're kind of a touchy person. (hence why you go to the other brothers when you're in a cuddly mood)

- he does sometimes seek out a hug, or want to just lean over your shoulder while you're doing something and pull you closer until your backed up into his chest. he also likes to gently talk when he gets like that, voice all low and pebbly.

- a big shift from his crackly, puberty one. 

- he also corrects people a lot offhandedly. you got used to it though. just like you got used to how he gets very in the zone about stuff, and you notice when he does while you're talking and start saying weird shit to get him to focus again.

("And oh, by the way, turtle soup? I’m a big fan.”

"Mm hm- wait, what did you just say?" (well, maybe that’s more morbid than weird)

- when he isn't so impassive and really, genuinely smiles or laughs, you like to coo and prod at him.

- you make fun of each other, a lot actually. you're banter kings, and practically unstoppable when you fire pokes at his brothers. they are no match for you two.

- like mikey, you’re usually an extra hand during a project and he's taught you a ton in the realm of science and tech. it’s a good thing you soak up stuff like a sponge when it’s within your interest. 

- like how to hot wire a car or just be able to know your wires and never cross them incorrectly. it took a hefty amount of trial and electricity burns to figure out your way around machine guts. and a couple fires. but he's never kicked you to the curb and called you unteachable. 

- you're always welcome in his lab and to assist with experiments so long as he's taught you whatever it is you're trying to do thrice.

- it's great because you’re not as terrified of explosions - or maybe just shrapnel - as his brothers are, and you’re a good thinker so you make a great assistant (or co-mind. you’re still brainstorming better names)

- lots of hands/robo arm gestures. you actually get into the habit of doing them too and leo points it out with some light jabs about how you're starting to get stuck in that lab all day too.

- like April, you like to hitch a ride on him but not as much as Raph. then again, everybody feels the same about that to be honest.

- you tend to borrow his tools in case you have something you need to fix at home, but sometimes you over estimate yourself so you call your good ole handy man turtle and he either talks you through the repair, or jets over to help if it’s something you’re really unfamiliar with and unsure of. (you may or may not have nearly blown your fridge sky high)

- you guys are like grease monkeys when it comes to the turtle tank.

- don't get yourself started on the stealth cycles- you loves those puppies so much. (you’re a real motorhead and was always excited to drive something for the first time)

- don’s taught you a lot on the care of both the tank and cycles, but he won't let you drive a cycle without him on the back. and without you wearing an assortment of sports pads and a helmet he modified. (he’s actually designing smart armor for you if you ever get caught in a battle. april shot him down when he offered to make her some for no good reason in your opinion, like free smart armor bro. who’d say no to that?) 

- humans aren't as sturdy as turtles.

- you could say the same for him and his soft shell when the all the battle buff is off.

- you really do appreciate his ways of showing he cares though. it's sweet and quietly tactful.

- oh, you guys are huge sugar junkies. he eats sweets and drinks high in sugar or caffeine stuff all the time when he's binging work or skipping sleep. if you can't get him to bed, then you'll compromise by joining in on the sugar rush so you'll be able to get him to there when he crashes.

- which takes forever, mind you. you're usually the first one to zonk out on the pile of bean bags you helped him gather and nest in a corner of the lab.

- but he joins you at some point. the geometric edges of his battle shell jolts you awake and lets you see that.

- you honestly do a lot of the self care don doesn't do for himself. you remind him to eat often when he's got a project going- you bring him his favorite sandwich from subways, a tall coffee, or mikey's cooking (which is usually heavy udon whenever he knows don is at work so he can get hearty meals).

- you really just make sure he’s alive, and kind of healthy. (”Oi, stay hydrated.” you toss Donnie a bottle of water that one of his shell’s spidery arms catch instantly. He mumbles something like a thanks, still much too busy to watch you set yourself up on the beanbags with your laptop)

- he properly thanks you in subtle ways, like the odd gift.

- victim example being a custom made roomba. (his names connor btw, and you adore him and how much he helps keep the apartment clean since you and your uncle are horrible at upkeep. even when you get strings of messages about him being stuck in precarious situations that aren't even)

- sometimes don knows he can say things that sound too harsh and he can't always tell when they've gone that far, so he makes sure you're not upset about it later by surprisingly asking outright if it’s really bothering him.

- he really is a softie under some layers, or at least he doesn't want to be on anyone's bad side. then again, you're not sure he cares all that much about the latter.

- you still act like dicks to each other sometimes, not that you’ll ever really mean anything.

- and if you do say something with some bite to it, you know how to grow some balls and apologize. (you do a lot of that when you’re one of the reasons he cracks. sometimes he even needs some tlc if he’s really messed up over whatever made him blow a gasket)

- after all, don liked to think he was the mature one out of the group.

- so you let him keep thinking that.

- you have indeed asked about his eyebrows. he just never acknowledges you once you bring them up.

- and he’s as melodramatic as leo sometimes, and god it annoys you when you’re not in the mood. so does having to kiss up to him when he’s moody.

- you don’t try so much anymore, but you do get him his favorite snacks when you’re feeling merciful.

- well, actually, you’re really just a doormat for the people you love. you couldn’t stay mad at any one of the turtles for an hour on average, or less. long lasting grudges toward friends just weren't in your nature.

- you understanding don and being able to sit through his little rambles about his newest creation or a theory, or anything else in that regard makes him so very happy.

- he’s gotten a cut to the chase comment way to many times before and you are amazing for listening. (a true talent that is, being an ace listener.)

- to you, he's just really interesting to listen to. and he doesn’t mind when you ramble either. 

- but you do realize how odd it is that you know someone who’s motto is; the blast radius should be about here. but i’ve been wrong before, or, your other top favorite, it shouldn’t blow up. much.

- jeez, don is such a dweeb.

bonus:

"You're ambidextrous?"

Donnie blinks at you, "Yeah, what of it? All geniuses are."

You scoff and shake you're head, returning to your book, "You're getting more full of yourself by the day, nerd boy."

"Oh, why thank you for noticing~"

bonus bonus because the ideas won't stop:

- don wearing a leather jacket makes you feel questionable. like really tight in the throat questionable.

- so does the suave way he's wiggling his eyebrows when he catches you staring- nope. nevermind. your dork friend is back.

"Loser."

"Dick."