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delulu-julia · 2 months ago

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Burned alive (Tmnt 2012 x burning alive/ slowly dying g/n reader)

I made it as romantic headcanon, but you can read as a platonic too, ig. G/n reader

You’ve been kidnapped by Shredder and left to die in a Kraang lab. As the turtles search the facility, a deafening alarm sounds—they’re out of time. Splitting up, they race through the endless corridors. With seconds left, one of them stumbles upon a sealed metal door glowing red. The thermometer reads 52°C and rising. Through the fogged glass, a small sad face appears— drawn from the inside. You’re trapped in a superheated chamber, slowly turning into an oven. There’s no time to call his brothers. No chance to run to another floor. The siren drowns out everything—even the T-phone. It’s just him. The door. The heat. And 45 seconds left.

The Kraang facility groaned with mechanical life— corridors snaked endlessly, lights flickered with sterile coldness, and the constant drone of machines echoed like a heartbeat through the metal walls. the clock was slowly ticking, second by second. They had 5 minutes before this place would explode. The turtles sprinted through it, breath ragged, eyes scanning every hallway, every shadow.

Three hours ago, Shredder’s blades were at your throat. Two hours ago, the Kraang took you— warped away in a portal before turtles could stop them.

Now—

Now they’re here, running through this nightmare, praying it’s not too late.

They stopped briefly, exchanging looks through their comms —Leonardo’s voice steady but tight

“Keep going. Don’t stop… where not leaving without them— ”

A siren blared suddenly, cutting through the silence like a scream. Red strobes flashed across the walls. A Kraang alarm— high-level containment breach. The kind they don’t set off unless something’s gone terribly wrong.

And then…

Hot. It started to get hotter there.

The Kraang’s had activated thermal isolation mode. Something had gone wrong. Now, with every passing second, they could feel the air heating up—thick and heavy. The metal walls radiated heat, and the corridors wouldn’t end. Red light bounced off their shells. The lab felt like it was screaming— everything around them pulsed, as if the building itself was telling them to get out. But none of them slowed down. It was getting hard to breathe. Sweat started to drip down their temples…

Leonardo stopped abruptly, pressing himself against the wall, eyes darting in search of even the slightest clue— but nothing. Just endless corridors, oppressive heat, and the siren’s roar pounding in their ears.

He exhaled sharply—and shouted

“We split up!”

And in that instant—silence in response. No words needed.

Raphael had already turned left, jaw clenched, sai gripped like he could tear the walls apart bare-handed. Donatello bolted right, scanning every inch, every heat source. Michelangelo vanished into the shadows of a vent shaft, all quiet —no jokes, no laughter.

Each one ran into their own personal hell.

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…Three minutes left. No sign of you.

The corridors felt like a maze. Doors led to nothing. Labs were empty or wrecked. Every second ticked by like a countdown to something they couldn’t see.

They had no time. Three minutes. That was the plan. Split up. Find you. Run. You are here somewhere. You have to be…

A heavy, thick metal door at the end of a hallway. Out of place, bulkier than the rest, sealed with heavy locks and heat vents lining the sides. A faint red glow spilled from the tiny glass window at eye-level.

The thermometer above it read 52°C.

He stepped closer, instincts clawing at his chest. It wasn’t just hot— it was suffocating. He pressed a hand to the door.

A faint sound. A tap. Then another. He squinted through the glass —fogged with condensation, red-lit from within.

From the inside, a slow, shaky finger dragged across the glass:

A sad little face appeared. There’s no way to miss it. You are inside.

The temperature ticks upward.

53°C. 54°C.

Only forty -five seconds.

Only him.

And you, who he couldn’t save.

Headcanons (Tmnt 2012 x slowly dying reader)

Leonardo

He freezes for only a second— but that second feels like eternity. The sad face drawn on the inside of the window slices through him like a blade.

Then he moves. He shouts, voice cracking “Y/N!”

He yanks his katana free, slashing at the door’s hinges —even though he knows they’re reinforced, even though it’s stupid.

Sparks fly. Metal screeches. The blade glances off uselessly.

His hands burn just touching the edge of the door, but he doesn’t stop. He drops to one knee, searching the floor, the walls—anything that might be a release panel. He rips open a vent and digs through wires with trembling hands

The heat keeps climbing. He knows it’s hopeless.

It was the first time when he actually doesn’t know what to do. But he still looks through the window. Still breathes, whispering “I’m so sorry…” against the glass before backing away, shoulders stiff— ready to drag his brothers out if the place blows, leaving you there…

…But only after you are“officially” gone. When the 100 °C finally hits, he stands up, all silent and shaking, looks at you for the last time, before run away

What goes after:

After escaping the laboratory, already on the roofs, Leonardo stops suddenly and doesn’t move for a full minute, just silently looking at the city. The silence after the explosion isn’t relief— it’s a void. His hands are shaking. He doesn’t let the others see tho

He just stands there, replaying before his eyes everything that had just happened to him. Like if he blinks, you’ll disappear forever, even from him memory

When the team regroups, he doesn’t speak. He leads them out, but something’s different. His orders are sharp. Cold. Like the heat inside that room burned out the last of his hope.

He doesn’t cry. Not even alone.

Considers himself unworthy to lead for a long time.

He isolates from the team for days, only appearing when necessary.

The words “We’re not leaving without them” haunt him.

Cleans and maintains your personal things (your cup, your toy or your favourite comic) with ritual precision— almost reverent.

Also carries these same things in the dojo, right where he meditates, but he never actually meditates again. Just stares.

He actually scares to imagine, what was you thinking or doing the last minutes of your life. Because he knows that you were waiting for them.

He kneels at your room one night, and whispers “I’m sorry. I should’ve found you first.”

Raphael

He doesn’t think.

As soon as he sees the face, he charges the door like a bull. Full weight. Full rage.

BAM

Again.

BAM—

The door doesn’t move, but now his shoulder’s dislocated, and his hands are raw. He punches the glass until his knuckles split. Blood smears across the scalding surface.

“OPEN UP—” he screams, voice ragged. “YOU HEAR ME?! YOU’RE NOT DYIN’ IN THERE!”

He hurls one sai at the wall. The other goes into the seal of the door— he tries to pry it open, growling, snarling, like pure desperation could tear steel.

But he fails.

And when the thermometer ticks to 95°C, he slams his forehead to the metal and screams until his voice breaks.

What goes after:

Raph stays outside the lair the night after. Doesn’t say where he goes. When he comes back, he’s got blood on his knuckles and a Kraang blaster bent in half.

He doesn’t say your name. Ever. But when that night he walks past your room, he stops. Just for a second. Then he walks away faster.

Becomes reckless in fights afterward, like he’s trying to find someone to hurt for what happened.

Spars until he collapses. Every day.

Blames Shredder so much. Raph swore to himself that he’ll kill him.

Has nightmares. Screams your name in his sleep.

Won’t talk to anyone about it. But guards your room like a grave.

Donatello

He’s the only one who touches the control panel.

The second he sees the face, his body reacts— he drops to his knees in front of the security terminal and rips the cover off.

“Come on, come on, come on—”

His fingers blur across the wiring, rerouting heat locks, bypassing encryption, overloading current

He reboots the control system twice in the span of 15 seconds. Sparks fly. A wire fries against his wrist. He keeps going.

“Don’t give up, Y/n” he begs, voice cracking. “I’m right here, I’m—”

The screen flashes red: FAILURE. THERMAL LOCK ACTIVE.

He screams and slams his T-Phone to the wall. Picks it back up. Tries to call.

“LEO, I FOUND Y/N! THEY’RE, THEY’RE DYING, THEY—!”

He knows no one’s close enough.

He looks up. The heat climbs to 100°C.

And then the heat hits his skin. Even from outside, it’s unbearable. Inside… you must be in agony.

He backs away slowly, collapsing onto his hands, his face pressed to the floor —crying so hard it doesn’t sound like crying. It's good that the siren's wail drowns out these sounds

What goes after:

Refuses to work on anything except recreating the door’s lock until April begs him to stop.

Blames himself more than anyone, thinks if he couldn’t save you, no one could.

Eventually programs a hologram of you to run simulations with him— just so he can pretend.

Keeps any little clothes you left, like gloves, scarf or shawl. It’s always borrowed with him. Never washes them.

Replays your last messages to him constantly. Adds a tiny engraved :( on the wall by his workspace.

Michelangelo

He doesn’t move at first. He can’t.

The sad face on the glass just stares back at him. It’s you. You. In there. And he’s out here.

Then—

“Y/N!!”

He throws himself at the door, palms slamming against it over and over. He grabs the heat vent and yanks, trying to pull it off. Burns his hand. Doesn’t stop

He crouches, scrambles to find something —anything—to break the glass. A pipe. A crowbar. His nunchucks

He hits the window so hard it cracks the edge— but it’s double-reinforced. Still sealed.

And that heat— it’s melting the inside.

“No no no no NO—PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!—”

He falls forward, pressing his forehead to the glass, tears smearing on the foggy surface.

98 °C. You are gone.

What goes after:

At first, Mikey doesn’t say anything. Not one word. He just backs away from everyone, eyes wide like a child who just watched something break and can’t understand how.

Later, when the others try to talk to him, he says you’re just hiding “You guys know them. They’re pulling a prank. Just being extra “Y/N”

But the light in his voice is gone. He sleeps in your room the first night back. And the second. The whole first week.

He stops drawing for a while.

No jokes. No games. Just silence.

Refuses to say you’re gone. Tells himself you’ll show up.

Wears one of your little things around his neck like a necklace. Any medallion, ribbon, ring on a rope, any small decoration that you left

Leaves snacks in your room every night “…just in case”

Builds a plush version of you and hugs it when he can’t sleep… Or it can be your pillow. Or anything that can remind your smell and warmth

It’s took me so long but it worth it. I would be very happy with any support under this post! after this fic I will need a couple of days of rest, ahaha

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lactoseintolerentswag · 10 months ago

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Donnie Tech Part 1/?

After many moons here are the promised observations of the cartoon shtick logic of Donnie's weapons for season one!! Will link a season two and movie version Eventually, but keep in mind I can't explain in depth how each bit of tech works, rather that I can pinpoint the functions for the visual bit. Keep in mind that Donnie's tech can pretty much do any ridiculous thing you can put your mind to, and that it can also backfire in any ridiculous way you can put your mind to.

Tech Bo:

Collapsible, can become a shorter version of itself easily stored

Shoot a grappling hook AND function as a zip line

Can form a rocket from either end (usually at the same time, resulting in the bo spinning)

Is equipped to be a fire extinguisher

Can shoot out lasers

Has a button that activates the "Shopping Cart Protocol" to lock the Turtle Tank if it goes outside a set perimeter

Top can turn into a rocket powered fist

Turn into a giant drill

Turn into a saw

Turn into a tranquilizer

Turn into a tennis ball shooter

Turn into a selfie stick

Top can turn into a disco ball of "multidimensional reflective orb neutralizer"

Battle Shell:

Has rotary engines (think jet turbine or computer fan) that help him fly around. He calls them "rotors" for short

Can transform into a seat so April can sit on his back

Can split up into a DJ set up in "music mode"

Jet Pack Shell:

His fastest mode of transportation

Not much is shown, but April had a significant difficulty controlling it

Spider Shell:

Has four arms with three fingers

Arms can turn into saws

Has a seemingly endless toolkit inside that includes basic things like hammers and wrenches, but also blowtorches

Goggles:

Has night vision

Can function as binoculars

Is able to summon is tech ("communicates with microwave transceiver with class c encryption protocols")

Read mystic energy signatures after adding the crystal they found in Draxum's lab

Gauntlet:

Has an app that can tap into every security camera in NY

Bug Slapper:

Has a green Mad Dogs sticker on the side

Compacts itself into a metal suitcase and then expand back into a vehicle

So far only uses Big Mama's webbing material as projectiles

Shelldon:

Began as an automated smart lair designed with the intent as a cleaning assistant

Has a "disposal unit" which unlocks several of Donnie's weapons such as: guns, pinchers, drills, and flamethrowers

Can carry at least two turtles (Mikey and Donnie)

Is nicknamed "Cyber Bishop" by Donnie

Uses surfer dude slang: “dude”, “gnarly”, “buzzkill”, “okey dokey”, “dawg”, “you beefed it”, “brohounds"

As a smart lair has clear favoritism towards Donnie until tampered with. As a drone they share more of a familial or pet like relationship, and Shelldon has room to sometimes poke at Donnie's faults as well

In conclusion there's not much to worry about breaking canon, the physics of our reality, or understanding complicated tech and science to write about Donnie's tech. He can do whatever he wants as long as it's silly, overly dramatic, and includes an unnecessary amount of purple guns. His tech bo is especially flexible with breaking the rules even before we get to his ninpo powers.

I'm keeping the Turtle Tank separate, because it also deserves its own post. Happy writing!

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #analysis #critter talks

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imagionationstation · 1 month ago

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Leo wakes up to a pair of eyes centimeters from his face.

Instinct has adrenaline lining his blood and sending his heart racing, even as his brain recognizes that he’s not in any danger. He forces his body not to react, deadpanning up at his brother. Donnie has once again decided to spider over his body, all four limbs keeping him suspended so their plastrons are facing.

Leo has no idea when or how this habit started, but he never ceases to tire of waking up to bloodshot eyes staring right into his.

He caught him doing this to Mikey once. He just wandered right into the tent and got into position. It was unnerving to watch in the relative darkness, but Raph had been out keeping a look out for the real threats, so he was left to puzzle it out on his own.

The only lick of sense that he can gleam from the entire scenario is that Donnie does it to him more often than their brothers because he’s the only one that remains still in his sleep. Maybe he’s waitin’ for you to turn over to his side, fearless. Quit confusing the guy.

Donnie wasn’t confused. Zombies only had two modes of existence: Docile or Aggressive. There was no room for anything else.

Donnie just happened to be a Zombie that could stay docile around a certain kind of living, breathing creatures.

He also wasn’t dead. Not really. His body was being propelled by whatever parts of his brain were left active, moving for the sake of movement and killing anything that will keep it moving.

Donnie used to act with purpose. Everything planned with so much precision that Leo couldn’t so much as twitch without him throwing a fit. His brother would have hated an existence like this.

Leo sighs. Donnie doesn’t move.

He won’t move unless he’s forced to, so Leo shoves against him. He falls over onto his back next to Leo, arms and legs splayed, and simply lays there, watching as he stands up.

He’s pretty sure that they could do anything to him in this state and he’d just continue to look at them with those round, expectant eyes.

Leo never knows how to feel about that.

He leaves the tent and presses his head again the door.

Nothing is groaning, growling, or snarling, so he carefully opens it up. He sees Casey sitting on a piece of rubble that used to be a wall, nodding his head in tune with a nonexistent beat.

Satisfied, Leo turns off the electrical grid surrounding their room and the steps past the markers. Casey waves, Leo nods in return, only to roll his eyes when a growl sounds behind him.

Donnie lurches forward and Leo grabs the lip of his shell. He whirls around, body tense and teeth bared, only to see him and blink the pinprick eyes into the expectant round.

“No,” Leo scolds simply, because when Donnie goes too long without seeing their friends, he seems to forget the number one rule of human interaction. Don’t. Eat. Them.

Donnie blinks at him, showing off his newly learned mimic.

Leo pats his shoulder and goes to turn the field back on. Brothers safe, he head over to Casey. “Get some sleep. Today’s a moving day.”

“I dunno, I kinda like this place.” Casey skids down obediently. “So far the biggest hassles are the ones we’re dragging around.”

Donnie ambles off in another direction, uncaring of the finger pointed at him. Leo shoos Casey away, “Sleep first, argue later.”

“Ay ay, captain.” Casey goes to the room that him and April chose, secured separate from the conflicted turtle who is more likely to chose the aggressive lifestyle compared to the domestic one.

Leo goes to the top of the pile and perches, letting his gaze stray down to Donnie after a few minutes. His younger brother has walked into a car and stopped, staring blankly over it and at nothing.

For a long time, that same nothing stare is the only thing that happens. Then his leg awkwardly extends before he shifts his weight to turn. He keeps walking to wherever his body will take him and Leo watches despondently.

He never looks Leo’s way. Then he’s picking up a rusty soda can to climb the wall pieces and join him. He sets the can in his lap and then sits next to him. Leo picks it up absentmindedly.

“Eee,” His voice is garbled, shredded long ago. “Eeeee.”

They’re his favorite sounds. Mmm, Awr, and Eee.

If they have a purpose beyond being sounds, Leo has yet to figure it out. “That’s nice, Donnie.”

Donnie kicks his leg. The same awkward motion as when the doctor taps the knee. It’s unnatural. It’s eerie. He does it again.

Leo puts a hand on his knee.

Donnie throws out his entire body, changing his weight and tossing himself backwards. He falls head first, carapace scratching all the way down. Leo watches him go. Donnie watches the sky.

The darkness fades as Leo debates if Casey was right and they should give it a few more days. It had been relatively peaceful.

He eyes Donnie as he stands up.

He starts heading away from their building, wandering onto the city street. Leo lets him go. They should probably get moving.

Cities were always Zombie grounds. Humans only came in to raid department stores or grab memorabilia from home. It was too dangerous to stick around. All it took was wandering into or next to the wrong convention hall…

No, they couldn’t stay. They’d find food and go.

Donnie disappears without looking back.

Leo stands up, fighting the urge to go after him.

Zombies could be killed as much as humans could be turned. Leo has killed enough to know. He shouldn’t care. He doesn’t care.

“Donnie?”

He’d just prefer if Donnie was where he could see him.

For their friends’ sake.

Donnie doesn’t come back. Leo falls onto his perch.

He shouldn’t have spoken so loud.

Cities are Zombie grounds.

Humans tend to stay away.

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taleeater · 1 year ago

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Fragile Part 4

Remember Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle? Well, that’s you this chapter :]

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’ and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, wholesome, lots of cleaning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“You IDIOTS!” A crash resounded in the room as Stockman knocked over a table full of metal tools. “How could you let go the ONE MUTANT that survived all the testing phases!” Another crash as beakers and chemicals were knocked off a table. “I never should have left you FOOLS in charge of guarding the lab. This could set us back months of progress. If we don’t find that girl, Karai will have my head!”

With an angry huff Stockman fell into his dusty office chair and spun over to his computer. He was working on updating all the computer systems there in the old Sacks building. He had joined the Foot in taking up residence there since you had compromised their position at the warehouse laboratory by the docks. They couldn’t risk a raid from the turtles and losing all his research. This location wasn’t the most inconspicuous considering its history, but since the Shredder’s initial defeat at the hands of the turtles and April, the building had been deemed unstable and labeled condemned. Since it was difficult to dismantle such a large skyscraper in the middle of the city, it had been mostly left unoccupied for the past several years. Making it the ideal base for Foot activity.

As he was sorting through old records on the computer, he came across an interesting clip in the archived surveillance videos.

“Hmm…. interesting…. Yes, if I do that- yes…. YES! This will work nicely.” Stockman chuckled darkly to himself as he got up from his chair. Bebop and Rocksteady shared a confused look and shrugged, not understanding the sudden change in the scientist’s mood.

“Uuuuuh, hey boss, so what are we going to do about them?”

“You two aren’t going to do anything. …. yet.” Baxter’s dark chuckle echoed as he disappeared down the hallway.

It has been 2 weeks since you met the turtles.

Initially, April had brought you a duffle bag full of comfy clothes a little bit too big for you, and some essential toiletries. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hot shower with conditioner and soft sweatpants to put on after. Leo’s bed was warm and clean, Michelangelo cooked you delicious comfort food, and Donatello downloaded all of your favorite movies and shows you had missed. Raph one night had even knit you a cozy cardigan. The boys were all making an effort to make you feel more comfortable. But you couldn’t help but notice the reason.

You were still scared.

Every night you woke to terrible nightmares. And every day you felt like you were still walking on broken glass. Startling at any sudden sound or slightest touch. You noticed how Leo looked at you with pity, and Mikey wore a faltering smile. Donnie kept busy working on tracking the Foot, aside from regularly changing your bandages, and Raph- Raph just tried to keep his distance.

You didn’t blame them. You were a stranger in their home. You were finally in a safe place, but it was like your body was still in survival mode. High strung and anxious. You wanted to do something for them. Anything, to repay them and make yourself feel useful. A distraction.

Master Splinter had on many occasions noticed your stressed and mousy demeanor. He felt the unease in their home and the distance his sons kept with their new ward. Like neither party knew how to find common ground.

One night, he requested you join him in his meditation room for tea. You obliged.

“I sense your unease.” He stated casually.

You hesitated, then nodded. You didn’t know how to respond.

“There is nothing to be ashamed about. For so long, you lived every day, not knowing if it would be your last. You lost your autonomy, your freedom. And yet you escaped all on your own. You are very brave.”

“….Thank you. I just wish I could feel that way. I feel so… scared. Like I’ll wake up back in that lab again and all of this would have been a dream. I… I don’t know what to do with myself.” You fussed with the teacup in your hands.

Splinter reached across the table and offered you his hand as a comfort. You took it gently and sighed.

“It will take time before you begin to feel like yourself again. My boys can be a little… reserved at times. It is not often we get to interact with friendly humans. Trust me when I say, they also wish for your comfort and safety. It just may take some time for them to get used to another presence in our home. In the meantime, perhaps there is something you can do that will make you feel more at home?”

You were surprised by his suggestion. They had already offered their home up to you, you wouldn’t dare ask anything more of them. But maybe…

“….a-actually… there might be something. If I could have your permission of course.”

Splinter smiled at you.

Once your injuries had fully healed, Splinter had called upon April and Casey’s help to assist you. There was some materials you needed of course, and Mikey was let in on the big secret. You felt guilty roping in so many people just to help you feel more comfortable, but there was something you wanted to do for them, as a thank you for taking you in. April seemed ecstatic at the proposition and was eager to bring you the supplies. Casey just seemed confused that this was something you wanted to do of your own free will. And Mikey- well, he was just excited to share a hobby with you.

The cooking part, that is. Not the cleaning.

Ever since you had been brought down to the lair for safe keeping, you had noticed one glaringly obvious thing. This was a man cave in every sense of the word. The lair was terribly dirty. Dust and grime everywhere. The only clean places you noticed were the dojo, Leo’s room, and Master Splinter’s quarters. You understood that they were all living in a sewer, and they had clearly made a bit of an effort to keep it clean. But you were through avoiding sticky spots on the floor and sitting on a dirty couch.

First things first: Donnie’s dirty coffee mug hoard. The purple turtle was currently napping in his room after an all nighter doing surveillance in coordination with the police, so now was the perfect time to clean up his station. You were extremely grateful to April for including a pair of rubber gloves in the bags of cleaning supplies she brought for you. Mikey helped you collect all the mugs and bring them to the sink, where he was in charge of washing them while you cleaned off all of Donnie’s work tables where he tinkered. You were careful not to move any projects, but wiped it clean of all its dust and stains. Then carefully sanitized all his keyboards and mouse, cleaned all of the monitors (yes all of them), and swept away the crumbs on the floor around his chair.

Once that was complete, you moved on to the living room. Leo was currently preoccupied meditating with Master Splinter in the dojo, so no one was around to notice you swoop in and descend on the couch. Thankfully the boys no longer had a couch made of empty pizza boxes, and had upgraded to a large sectional that Casey had found them used for cheap up top. You were certain that the couch covers had never been washed since it was brought down to the sewers. You were doubly certain that the boys probably didn’t even know the cushion covers could be removed and washed. You threw the covers into the washing machine on hot water with a healthy amount of soap. Mikey then helped you move the couch so you could clean the floor underneath, and smashed the cockroach that had scrambled out from underneath. The coffee table was wiped down, the rug was taken to a railing to be hung and the dust beat out by Mikey with his nunchucks, and the floor mopped clean.

Next was the workout room. Raph had just finished his exercise and left for the bathroom to take a shower, so you rushed in and started cleaning off every dusty and grimy sweat covered surface you could find. There was a musky scent of dirt and sweat permeating the room. All the dumbbells had a build up of grime from their sweaty hands using them for so many years. You also made sure to sanitize all of the mats and floors as well. By the time you were finished, Raph was leaving the shower and went to his room. You hid so he wouldn’t notice you as he passed by, unassuming. Then you were left with the big task.

The bathroom.

You were certain if there was a soundtrack playing in the background, dramatic horror music would be playing. You rolled up your sleeves and went in. Toilets, showers, sinks, and the massive bathtub, all scrubbed down with an unholy amount of bleach until every tiled surface shined. By the time you were finished, Mikey had come in to tell you he was ready to start on the kitchen. That was Mikey’s domain.

You were grateful that all the dishes were already clean by the time you entered the kitchen. But Mikey needed your help when it came to the cupboards and fridge.

“Mikey? ….Why do you have 3 year old expired sour cream in the fridge?”

“Huh? Isn’t it supposed to be ‘sour’? It still looks good, doesn’t it?”

“Mikey there is black mold growing in it.”

“Oh, so…. That’s not pepper then.”

By the time you had finished clearing out the fridge and cupboards of everything expired or moldy, you had filled 3 trash bags full of garbage. Mikey helpfully took out the trash while you cleaned and organized the fridge and cupboards, and wiped down all the surfaces. By the time Mikey returned, you were rifling through the brown paper bag April got you full of ingredients and spices you had requested.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Mikey cheerfully greeted you as he rejoined you in the now clean kitchen.

“Well… if I remember the recipe correctly, I want to make the dish my mom always made for me…”

Mikey looked at you surprised for a moment, then excitement overtook him. “Cool! Can I help?”

You perked up at the suggestion. “Will you? I’d,… I’d love that, thank you!” Your expression melted into a warm smile, and Mikey felt his heart skip a beat.

You looked so pretty when you smiled, he thought to himself.

He wanted to see you smile more, just like that.

You both washed your hands and got to work. On the freshly clean kitchen counter, you had Mikey kneed cold butter into flour to make a dough, while you cut vegetables and cooked chicken on the stove. By the time Mikey was ready with the dough, there were 6 pie tins lined up to add the crust. The oven dinged and the base crust went in to brown while you stirred a large pot on the stove. Then you took out the pies and added the filling, and covered the tops with more dough. You were surprised at how large their oven was, but they were 4 giant mutant turtles and a rat. You had no doubt that each of the boys would eat a whole pie themself. The extra 2 were for Splinter, you, April, and Casey, who would be joining everyone later.

Once the oven door closed, Mikey turned up the radio that had been quietly humming tunes in the background as a fun song you hadn’t heard before played through the speakers. (‘Bad idea right?’ by Olivia Rodrigo started playing.) Mikey’s head started bobbing and he grabbed the wooden spoon you had been stirring with and began mouthing the words into it like a microphone. You giggled at his antics as he pointed a green finger at you and beckoned you out into the open of the room. You felt drawn to join him as the pop song got your head bobbing to the beat. You felt a feeling well up in your chest as the chorus started building up. Excitement bubbling until the chorus peaked and your head bobbing turned into jumping around. Before you knew it, you were dancing around the living room with Mikey holding your hands and spinning you around. You lost yourself in the freeing feeling of the stress and anxiety getting washed away by the music. All the cleaning you had done was so stress relieving you were starting to feel like yourself again.

Little did you know, the music had drawn the attention of the other brothers. Leo and Master Splinter came out from their meditation to watch in the doorway, Leo smiled and crossed his arms as he looked at you. Raph came out freshly dressed and looked surprised but shared a look with Leo that made them smirk at you and their little brother’s antics. Then Donnie trudged out and leaned against his door frame and fixed his glasses to make sure he was in fact seeing you correctly.

You were smiling, laughing, and dancing.

“It seems as though we are seeing Miss (y/n) for the first time today.” Mused Splinter, the old rat brushing his beard.

Just then April and Casey walked in, carrying boxes they had brought down from up top.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” April asked putting down her box.

You were happily giggling as Mikey spun you around at the end of the song. April grinned, happily surprised at the scene. Casey walked in behind her and started looking around the lair like he was seeing it for the first time, setting his box down next to April’s. This prompted Leo, Raph, and Donnie to also take a better look around their home. They slowly all walked out into the living space, looking in all directions.

“.... Where did all my coffee cups go…?”

“Hm? Oh! They’re washed and in the cupboard!” You answered cheerily.

“.... Does…. Does the gym smell like oranges?” Raph said, baffled.

“.... Where did all the dust go? ….Does the couch look clean to you?” Leo nudged Donnie to bring his attention to the freshly washed couch covers.

There was a beat of heavy silence as the boys took in the new state of their home, then the timer above the oven dinged and you ran over to put on your oven mitts.

“The food’s ready!” You called out cheerfully.

In the next few minutes, everyone was sitting around the small kitchen table. Each turtle with a full pie in front of them, and large slices cut for Splinter, April, and Casey, and a smaller cut for yourself.

“Damn, what’s this? Smells great!” Casey exclaimed.

“My mom showed me how to make this, it’s chicken pot pie. I hope you like it!” You said a bit shyly now that you had calmed down a bit.

You watched as all the boys and April picked up a spoon and dug in, taking their first bite. There was a chorus of groans of approval as the boys hummed approvingly around their bite.

“Oh my god my mouth is singing!” Mikey exclaimed, trying to shovel the pie into his mouth.

“How did you manage to get this level of flakiness into the crust? Was there any special preparation when kneading the dough?” Donnie questioned. Then Mikey mumbled out around a full mouth, ‘cold butter, dude’ which Donnie had to ask him to repeat when his mouth wasn’t full.

“Wow… I’ve never had anything like this before. Did you make this?” Leo asked. Raph was grunting in approval with each new bite he took, absorbed in his food from across the table.

You blushed and nodded. It didn’t take long for everyone to clean their plates. Casey, Mikey, and Raph all fought for seconds. Master Splinter and April were sharing very pleased looks on their faces, like they were conspiring all along. Once everyone was finished, you stood up and started to collect plates from the table.

“Oooooh no, you did enough cleaning today, let someone else take a turn, shortie.” Raph stood up to stop you.

“I don’t mind, really!” You urged, but you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and bumped into Mikey who was taking his own plate to the sink.

The plate dropped from his hand in surprise, and faster than anyone could react, your freehand shot out and grabbed the plate. There was a cracking sound and everyone froze to look at you. There you were, balancing 5 large heavy ceramic plates stacked in one hand, while your other hand was holding onto Mikey’s plate that had cracked and fractured in your grip. You were stunned.

“Woah… what just happened?” Mikey broke the silence.

Part 5

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multifandommadnessblog · 28 days ago

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You know what I miss? Never learning my beloved cotl college AU.. so here are more headcanons because these two are always on my brain:

on the subject of ✨aesthetics/outfits✨

Lambert:

yknow the 2020 “quirky” aesthetic? That’s like half of their wardrobe.

They switch between masculine and feminine clothing depending on the mood.

They do like pastels, and tend to avoid darker colors. White is like their go-to, closely followed by pale green or yellow.

Lots of necklaces, bracelets and earrings. Accessories are fun

They most commonly wear overalls and other loose fitting clothes. Baggy things help keep them cooler (their wool is very thick and lowkey tight fitting clothes over that is uncomfortable)

Default outfit: Loose fitted pale khaki green overalls on top of a white tshirt. Basic white tennis shoes, four leaf clover necklace, dangling bell earrings.

Narinder:

alright take lamberts style and completely flip it

Goes with a darker palette usually consisting of blacks, grays, and reds

Prefers tighter clothes, does enjoy a choker or turtle neck that covers his neck

Goes with accessories, but regular ones like a watch or stud earrings yknow

On the tired days will literally just go full hoodie mode, doesn’t often though

Default outfit: black turtle neck under gray cardigan (yes it looks like a catholic school girl one), black (jeans or slacks, slacks seem too fancy) with belt. Black shoes of some sort, he doesn’t really care.

Narilamb ;) :

When the two start dating they tend to share clothes, meaning that they both will randomly just switch styles.

Lambert will start to wear some darker clothes, and things that are WAY too big for them (obviously from Narinder)

Narinder will slowly adapt to having accessories gifted to him from lambert, little pops of color in his usually dark af outfits - ex: default outfit + random ass frog necklace

And I guess I throw in *sexy* headcanons now too because we sure do love the spice

Hickies!! Is a thing that definitely happens and has to get hidden most of the time

Lambert has their killer tattoo on their neck, so neck is more sensitive -> usually their hickies are below that and easy to hide with clothing

Narinder on the other hand is subjected to neck bites, which are covered by his turtle necks

In the hotter weather lambert has to be careful with wearing shorts because SOME CAT loves to bite at their thighs

Also when the two get up to activities✨ is most likely when their clothes will get switched. - Cause they stay up so late (nasty) -> wake up late for classes -> have to scramble

Lamberts wool gets really messed up when they do the jingle dingle, so hopefully they get a chance to fix it up before going out

(Narinder’s fur is so short he doesn’t really have to worry about it, although the parts that get tugged will stick up)

#cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl #rachi's fan content >:)#NEVER LEARNING AU #cotl au

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dysfunctional-doodle · 1 year ago

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Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering what's your personal headcanons on the Bayverse Turtles? I may have spelled headcanons wrong, so correct me if I am wrong.

(Dude I always spell headcanons wrong I got you)

Oooh hc time! Random stuff really, but:

Mikey has ADHD and Autism. I mention it very briefly in my tmnt chat fic, but I read a fanfic with this idea and it just fits so much for me. Especially the ADHD, which I think the creator of the movie confirmed somewhere anyway?

Donnie has chronic pain in his upper back/spine area, specifically where the shoulders are. To me, he just seems to have a more awkward, uneven build compared to his brothers - he is thinner and taller, yet his shell is still huge. So i kind of had this hc floating around. Idk if other people like it but eh. Cant be a nerd without a bad back I guess

Mikey and Donnie are definitely the younger brothers. Mikey being almost a full year after Donnie, and Donnie being about half a year after Raph and Leo (who are the same age)

Raph knits. Basically confirmed anyway. Specifically he learnt to knit after they were struck by a particularly harsh winter and needed blankets - Raph, being the only one that wasn’t too weak/in hibernation mode at the time, learnt how to knit to try and protect his family when he couldn’t fight the enemy with punches and kicks. He still knits blankets for them every year when the winter grows cold. They keep every one, so they have the comfiest beds

They share a room. 4 giant turtles crammed into one room with rickety bunk beds and hammocks is very funny to imagine

Leo loves romance movies. In particular the TV movie ones.

Leo had a similar attitude to Raph when he was a child until Splinter went missing for a few days whilst scavenging for food (he was fine in the end…mostly. A hasty escape from a warehouse caused him to injure his leg and be forced to hide until he could gain enough strength to return to his sons). When seeing his brothers grow hungry and scared over the few days he took charge, becoming much more of the Eldest Brother figure.

Mikey idolises Leo. He wants to be just like him one day. He thinks he’s the coolest. (It makes Leo’s comment about his head “always being in the clouds” hurt so much more)

Mikey gets a Klunk eventually, saved from being drowned. Her siblings were not as lucky (yes, I am very much writing a fic for this)

Donnie’s favourite pass time is computer science/programming/IT based activities, like how 2012 Donnie seems to enjoy chemistry the most and 2003 Donnie leans heavily towards engineering.

Leo loves house plants

Raph hates house plants

Donnie is blind as hell without his glasses and spent a lot of his younger years unable to see much. Once he could finally see he suddenly was given a world with endless possibilities and potential

Leo is terrible at technology. I’m talking 80 year old woman bad. He always clicks on scam ads and blows up computers. Something just doesn’t click with him and technology

They all have heavy turtle instincts due to them, like 2003, being just turtles rather than a mix of human dna. This causes them to have instincts and qualities turtles have such as retreating into their shells, brumating (at least partially), chirping, etc.

Donnie has a major sweet tooth

Raph can’t stand most sweet things

As kids, they would spend most their time looking at the human world and pretending they were with them.

Donnie is autistic, and has a lot of stims when he is happy that involve chittering and chirps.

Leo cheats at every video game/board game they play due to the eldest sibling advantage

Mikey loves to draw his own comics

Their Christmas hip hop album is fire

Raph is actually the cook, and is quite good at it. Mikey always burns things or they are undercooked because he’s too impatient, Donnie experiments and Leo blows everything up

That’s all for now!

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