#Donatello was on a different type of time in TMNT

[themovementgeneration]

Man i miss minecraft... me & steve go way back

quik maeths

I still dont get it, but they look like chalkolate so by default either im dying or lying, either way white chalkolate still chocolate. I get that 2 piece at popeyes, with a pair of skull candies.

I ask for peazza they give me applejuice and Cranberrie juice. These footnotes are disgusting bleh.Jak 3 was crayz though back in the day

I still dont get Charlotte's Web or the Color Purple. my grandmother got type 2 diabetes with O negative blood while im AB positive shiet doesnt add up smh...what is the kaws

EA SPORTZ ITS IN DA GAME. OH NO LOOK IT MAYO. mhmm turkey sandwhiches have a nigga remminiscing bout collagen/thanksgiving & boomerangs...

Mhmm when life gives you apples make limeade

Venom fiendin for candy like numbah 5 from kids next door

[tblsomedoodles]

ninja club please

Donny impatiently waiting to try his tea after he gets home from "Strangers are Strange". Mama Jones is helping him but now he has to help with dinner because he won't stop asking if it's done yet.

[starrayblogs]

Scenario or Headcanons of Tmnt (bayverse) x reader who is very friendly and affectionate (maybe crush or beginning of the relationship) but when she gets affection (the boys are e one starting it) she malfunctions? I’m talking getting clumsy, flustered, blushing, stuttering automatically, kinda comical tbh lol

Thank you and hope you have a good day!

ahh, thank you so much for the ask! :3 i hope i don't disappoint, so here goes nothing!! also, likes and reblogs are appreciated as usual ✩

pairings: (bayverse) leonardo x reader, raphael x reader, donatello x reader, and michelangelo x reader (gender neutral)

will include: fluff

while you're usually the more outgoing one in terms of affection, it's not an excuse for your favorite turtle to be reserved with his. in fact, he has his shining moments!

Leonardo

i personally see leo's favorite form of affection is through a kiss

you frequently give him kisses when you see each other and when you're about to part ways after spending time with each other

leo's favorite place to be kissed is on his cheek. he thinks it's sweet and endearing!

he still remembers the first time you did it to him

"See you tomorrow." Leo bows his head down shortly, before he meets your eye again. He turns his back around to make his jump down the fire exit to your apartment, but he feels you tap on his shell.

When he turns around, he's surprised at how swift you are to plant a kiss on his cheek. It was soft, and he wished it lasted longer.

"Goodnight, Leo." you grin, holding your chin up on your palm as you wave the turtle goodbye.

you know he enjoys the gesture, and you enjoy doing it too him as well. so, it's a win-win situation

until, one night, leo decided to turn the tables around you

You just finished brewing two cups of tea for you and Leo. You held the mugs and carefully made your way back to the dojo, where Leo was sitting and having trouble meditating. You offered to make him a cup of tea, and decided to make yourself one too.

"Here," you offer him his mug, "is your tea. I made sure to brew your favorite pack." You smile at him as he takes his cup from you.

"Thank you." He returns the smile. You hum, taking a seat next to him and blowing the steam away from your tea.

You didn't notice that Leo hadn't stopped looking at you.

You were so focused on drinking your tea, you didn't register that Leo had gently pulled your head towards him.

Then, you felt him kiss the top of your head.

Out of surprise, you spit your tea back in the cup abruptly. This backfires on you, because the hot liquid splashes you in the face and you shriek.

"Oh my mutagen, are you okay!?"

you were flustered that night. when leo usually gives you affection, it's in return of what you gave him

however, that day, he did it without you initiating it first- which is what caught you off guard

leo jokes and laughs about that night as much as he can, making your cheeks red from embarrassment

there is one more thing, however

"I still can't believe you actually spat back the tea over that." Leo finishes his sentence after a while of laughing, while you were busy covering your face and groaning into your hands.

"Leo, pleaaaaase. I beg you to forget about it." You whine, albeit muffled.

And since you were covering your face, you had fallen for the tricks of the mighty leader. Which is using this moment to press a kiss on your head again while pulling you close to him.

"Oh my gosh– Leo!" You uncover your red face to look up at him. He just smiles back before kissing you on the lips this time.

Raphael

i like to think that raphael loves callsigns. however, there are different types to these nicknames

there's obviously the nicknames he uses on the bad guys to demean them

then there's the nicknames he uses on his brothers to annoy them

then there's the nicknames he uses with you (yet)

you see, when you first met, you were already calling raph different things

"Hey, hotshot, could you grab me a slice?" You ask Raph from the couch, turning yourself around to give him a pretty smile.

or...

"Raphie, have you seen my history notebook?" You come up to his room where he was doing reps. He nearly dropped the weights on his feet, had you not exclaimed in time for him to jump away.

it came natural to you to call him special nicknames

and it made raph soft. it made him feel special, because you never called his brothers the things you called him: hotshot, big guy, raphie, and, his favorite, handsome

but raph never showed how soft it made him, of course, it would ruin his tough guy reputation!

he thinks about the names you call him at the end of the day when he's laying in his bed

and, one day, he wakes up with the same confidence as you

You were pissed from school today. Your partner for the project the teacher gave for the period wasn't helping you at all and, somehow, they got all the credit.

You were heading down the ladder to the lair and when you turn your head around, you see Raph lounging by the table and watching the tv from afar.

You hurriedly get down the ladder and start stomping your way to the turtle, ranting about your day. You were standing next to him and obviously fuming, until...

"Slow down, gorgeous/handsome. Grab a slice, won't ya?" He smirks, throwing one hand behind the seat.

Your rant comes to a stammer as you feel your cheeks heat up. You slowly turn your head to the turtle, pointing a finger at him.

"E-Excuse me?" You stutter.

"I said... Relax and grab a slice, sweetheart." Raph chuckles, standing up from his seat and helping you into tour own.

He even had to help you eat, because somehow you were messing up eating a pizza from how flustered you were. He also waited until you could properly function again.

Only to call you with another nickname.

Donatello

personally, i don't see donnie as verbally or physically affectionate as his brothers

however, he is a sucker for acts of services

and it just so happens that you enjoy doing stuff for donnie. handing him beakers, writing down notes when his hands are too occupied, and bringing over food and telling him to take a break

"Hey, the guys ordered pizza." You step back in his makeshift lab with a plate full of pizza for you two to share.

You take your seat next to Donnie, who was soldering wires together for a new machine he was making. You hum, tapping on the table gently to break him from his focus.

You learned to not tap on his shell from the last time. You nearly got spilled with deadly chemicals...

Eventually, he pushes up his goggles and meets your eyes. His face softens into a smile and you could feel your heart swell with joy.

"Time to take a break, Donnie." You tell him, watching him set aside his project before you place down the plate of food to share.

"Thanks," he says, "I really would miss more meals if you weren't around." He adds, grabbing a slice. You click your tongue while shaking your head.

and once you're out of the lair, the rest of his brothers (without missing) collectively turn their heads to the lab to hear the squeal that echoes through the entire sewer

he goes to bed at night thinking of all the things you did for him that day

sometimes, he wishes he had the confidence you had to treat you just as fair

however, it's as natural to him as it is to you

You squirm uncomfortably on your chair because it was wobbling. That's unusual, considering Donnie does his best to make his workspace as comfy as can be to enhance his focus.

Donnie seemed to notice how uncomfortable you were and paused on his work. "Here," he stands up from his seat and guides you onto it. "Sit on my chair for now." He smiles at you before facing his work again. "I have a big suspicion that Mikey broke my chair bouncing on it earlier." He clicks his tongue as he rolls his eyes.

"Uh-Uh huh..." You reply softly, cheeks turning red and body turning stiff. You were so in your head, screaming about what just happened, you didn't notice Donnie glancing at you when he asked you to reach for his solder.

He chuckles and taps on the table space in front of you to break you out of your daze. You do, but there is still blush on your cheeks. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks softly and you quickly shake your head.

Michelangelo

this one is a bit difficult to write, considering mikey is the most affectionate of his brothers- but i realized something

other than april, vern, and casey, you're the only other human he's ever interacted with! what makes you different is that, you're more affectionate compared to the other three

he's not used to it! you're so sweet that he ends up freezing on the spot whenever you run up and give him a hug, which he returns ofcourse! after some stammering...

"Oh, hey Mikey!!!" You spot him at the bottom of the ladder as you make your way down and call for his attention. He looks up and grins, waving at you.

"What's up, my favorite human!?" He greets you back with just as much enthusiasm.

"Come on, catch me!" You yell and jump off from the ladder with the widest smile.

Mikey panics and quickly stretches out his arms to catch you. When you land in his arms with no effort, aside from a small 'umph!' from you once you landed, you're giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Nice catch!" You tell him, giving him a pat on his shell before asking him to put you down. You walked away to greet the other turtles, leaving the orange masked turtle in shock.

because you're the first human to ever be affectionate to him, he isn't as confident as he thought he would be when it came to this type of situation!

he likes you, definitely. so when his brothers find out, they all just laugh it up by saying its just his nerves.

mikey 'psh's them and says he doesn't get nervous around you

but sometimes he gets caught in the moment

You recently bought a new game and wanted to play it with the turtles! You got down to the lair and immediately invited the first turtle you saw, which so happens to be your favorite turtle.

"Mikey-angelo, my guy!" You grin and jump your way over to the couch, where he was. He greets you with the same enthusiasm and you two share a high five.

You mention the game and the two of you don't waste a second in getting it set up and handing each other the controllers. It was a multiplayer game and you two had to work with each other to reach the set goals.

You two played for a while and after an hour or two, you finally defeated a boss for the mission. You cheer from your spot on the couch and turn to high five the turtle, but...

He cheers louder and gets up from his seat, grabs you by the sides, and lifts you up. He spins you around in joy, and you would join him in cheering, but there was one problem.

You're so surprised by this that your face turns red as you admire the turtle's face. He had the widest smile, and you can tell how relieved he is to have defeated that boss. He looked so happy.

When he opens his eyes, he stops spinning you when he realizes what he's done. He begins to stutter as he awkwardly sets you down, and you turn your head in hopes to calm your blush by not looking at him.

Then he brings back your attention by asking, "let's order pizza?" You quickly turn your head back and nod frantically. You go for your pocket to pull out your phone, but it slips from your hand.

Mikey watches as you comically keep trying to catch your phone, but it keeps slipping until it falls on the floor.

You two stare at each other for a while, but it ends with the two of you eventually laughing.

"Who knew you to be the touchy turtle, Mikey." You comment between chuckles.

"I am! I am the touchy one! I just get nervous!"

[hotheadedhero]

hey, can I ask for hsc tmnt 2012 ( leo sonnie mikey raph) how do they behave around your boobs, how do they react to you shaking them, touching them, random situations, e.g. when they hug to greet you and I feel your breasts pressing against his plastron

AN: I got iddy biddy tiddies so I had to think real good on this one XD

Boob Behaviour

All characters are aged up

Warnings: slightly suggestive but mostly safe by "typical" NSFW standards

2012 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Not something to initially cross his mind or retract his attention from something in a typical day-to-day. That isn't to say that he doesn't love them but most of his adoration for you is centred around who you are as a person. He never wants to come across as the type of guy who shamelessly oggles you. Perhaps that's because he has an overly adjusted sense of being respectful.

However, low-cut tops are a different story entirely. It takes him off guard when you walk into the lair and he catches a glimpse of cleavage. His cheeks will surely burn and he has to try his best to keep his cool for the rest of the day. Matters aren't helped if you decide to train with him and they jiggle about with your movements. You look amazing.

Raphael

He'll look for excuses to touch them and sometimes it's just to annoy you. At random points in the day, he will just jab the side of your boob and walk off as if he didn't do anything, playing coy. He isn't past poking you right in the nipple either because it just gets the best jolts out of you. You love him but you can't always say you appreciate it.

Although, you can proudly say that you threw a curve ball when you stuck your chest in his face during one of your impromptu wrestling matches. You can only imagine the stars he must have been seen. The look on his face was priceless and you definitely paid for it later. Worth it, though.

Donatello

Easily flustered when it comes to your chest. He isn't the type to gawk or even make a big deal out of them but it's the moments when you hug his arm and they press into him that really make him short-circuit. It doesn't matter how long you've been together, you still make him nervous.

It especially doesn't help when you become lost in thought or space out and absentmindedly hold your breasts. You could be working on your computer and one of your hands will just cup them as you type. He can't hold a conversation with you very well when you naively squeeze them like that. Maybe one day he'll get used to it.

Michelangelo

Almost an innocent fascination when he realises how squishy they are. He manages to not be as bashful as one might think him to be. They're a part of your body and another part of you that he loves just as much as the rest of you. Why should he get so shy around a body part? That's all it is at the end of the day.

When he's lying on top of you, he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and rub his face in them. Sometimes it's to get a laugh out of you, which it does, and other times it's just because he finds them comfortable. Either way, you never have any complaints considering how sweet he is. Boy, neither does he.

[acesgarden]

hi! can i get tmnt 2012 boys general relationship hcs?? bonus points for poly (not tcest, god no!! just reader is dating all the boys but the boys arent together) (if that makes you uncomfy you absolutely do not have to include that and do them separately!!) 🦕

Hello lovely!! <33 Thank you for requesting. Polyam will never be turned away on this blog, unless it is rooted in tcest or toxic relationships.

For best experience read all of them in order.

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Pairing(s) ->

2012!Leonardo H. Raphael H. Donatello H. Michelangelo H. x GN!Reader

Warning(s) ->

Reader is meant to be polyam with the headcanons made to he read as such! DNI with this post if you don’t like it, and just keep scrolling.

Summary ->

Reader is in a poly relationship with the turtles.

Masterlist

Leonardo ->

He’s a gentle man even before you get together.

He’d open the manhole cover for you, keep any snacks you like stocked in the lair the best he can.

Big ole sweetheart to you.

While it’s kinda obvious he like you he plays it off.

Notices his brothers acting a little different with you but just assumes it’s cause you’re a human. But has a feeling it’s something more.

Once they (and you) caught on, it became a think like sibling rivalry. Trying to one up each other for you.

Gentleman x10, invites you out with them constantly, makes small talk and tries to joke around (sometimes.)

He tries out in other areas like helping you with training, he compliments you alot.

Hes always there for you, checking up on you. He cares for you a lot.

He goes to splinter for advice when it comes to you. Wants to make sure he’s not messing up.

You quickly get annoyed by all they do. So you sit them down to have a talk.

You call them out on in and yeah they admit to having a crush on you.

Well lucky for them you’re poly! and after explaining that to them, they think about it and decide hey- why not give it a shot. You assure them that if things don’t work out they all can go back to being friends and forget it ever happened.

Now he’s more of a nervous and shy mess because you’re the first person he’s dated, like ever.

But he’s super supportive, and hypes you all all the time!!

I gotta get this one out the way.

Turtle piles, are IMMACULATE.

They love cuddling with you because you’re so so warm.

But if you’re a cold blooded mutant or just always cold, they are trying to keep you warm.

But for 1 on 1 cuddles he’s the big spoon, you’re the little spoon. But if you decide to be the big spoon he’d try it out.

After awhile he gets really affectionate like in a chill way, gentleman way.

Holding your hand, kissing your hand.

Dancing to music together because yes. He likes spinning you around. Cutie patootie.

Starts asking april for more advice.

He’s a gets you flowers and favorite things kinda guy.

Most dates are at home dates, like watching movies and stuff. But he makes them so much fun.

Get him hooked on your favorite show and suddenly boom he’s a bigger fan than you. Especially in the hero and action genre. But yall get rambling on it together and would probably shush them.

“Oh! Did you know! *insert cool fact-*”

“*shush*”

“*shush*”

Then you and leo go back to rambling.

I think he’s not the kind to get (to) jealous. Like a maybe “why didn’t I think of that!” other then that he’s like “that’s nice, i’m glad you had fun with Mikey.”

So supportive <3

Def will mom you, especially when you’re sick.

‘Nuh uh young lady, you ain’t getting out of bed, go back to laying down’ type momming. He gets you soup and whatever you need, medicine, water, kisses and cuddles.

First one to say ‘i love you.’

Also takes things slow, making sure you want to do it, and triple checking.

He’s a dork but you live em. :>

Raphael ->

Acts like he doesn’t like you, but he does. Tough guy act.

Atleast around his brothers. There’s just something about you that makes him a itty bitty lot softer.

But be prepared for him to push you when it comes to stuff like training or improving any of your skills.

Even if your interests or skills are ‘stupid’ he still pushed you, he’s always very encouraging.

Finds it odd the way his brothers act around you, like they like you. Reminds him of his romance books.

Kinda jealous when he caught on, but he’s now just showing off in his fighting, showing and teaching you all these cool moves.

Very supportive as always, pushed you and helps you even if he knows nothing of what he’s helping you with.

Mf is soft for you, especially in private. But like not soft as you’d expect all the time. Soft for you in the way he’s constantly giving you supportive and encouraging words. soft for you in the way he admires and respects all that you do.

Would sneak out with you if you asked.

Lowkey kinda a fangirl about you, imagine that scene between mikey and raph where they’re talking about mona. Yeah that’s how he is about you.

Kinda awkward during cuddle piles because yes they teased him at first. but has gotten use to it.

You are the big spoon, he is the little spoon.

Or yall are in such a random cuddle position but it works. Like you’re cuddling on top of him.

He likes kissing you a lot though, especially on the nose.

Mfs a romantic like those romance books paid off.

Like really, he’s always respectful, he’s a good flirt when he wants to be, but boy he can be awkward sometimes.

Asks to lift you.

Or you ask to lift him depending on size and strength differences.

But yall work out together and is your spotter.

He knows how to plan dates.

Stargazing, picnic, to Mr. Murakami’s noodle shop, walking around town. Seems basic but he makes them fun. Even the at home dates!!

Yall read comics together.

Ok but fr hell do things for you if you ask, even partake in a ‘girls night’ and somehow leo ends up there too.

He acts like he’s done it many times before. in which he has.

It’s their little secret.

You tease him though, he does get flustered but like a grumpy flustered. The best way to make it up is with kisses.

Anyway yall totally dress chompy up and take pictures, that is your child.

The pet parents.

He finds it interesting to know how his brothers treat you, sometimes he gets jealous.

He listens though.

He gets very anxious when you’re sick. stays by your side and watches over you. His brothers get a bit worried about him whenever you get sick.

But hey with all four of them and april taking care of you it’s helps with the anxiousness.

He’s the first to say ‘I love you.’ he was sweating like a hot day in hell though.

You both listen to each other when you have problems. He appreciates it.

Mental health days :>

Yall call on them when you need it. Will cancel any plans happening or going to happen. The other brothers understand and will leave yall alone.

After Mikey interrupted one and got a mouth full.

He loves you dearly and is happy to have you.

Donatello ->

You got special treatment april gets in canon. But like a lot more toned down (rewatching 2012 and I question my sanity each time we get some apriltello-)

You get early access vip treatment with new inventions!! You get subjected to his rambles about inventions, fandom fun facts, just his ramblings in general.

Donnie would research into all the stuff you like to get a bunch if fun facts to try and impress you.

If you’re like April and join in the fight, he’s protective of you. Or well in general. But not to a degree is like really over protective, like he knows you can hold your own but he’s always watching your back whenever enemies get to close.

Makes you things, especially if they’re useful or related to your interests.

I don’t think he notices much the way his brothers act, but he might catch on quicker to others and get a bit jealous.

Always trying to include you in his work, whether it’s studying something or an experiment. Well the non dangerous ones. He cares to much for your safety.

He would take you out on rides in the shellraiser if you ask or convince him enough.

(He will not admit it but he has a lot of fun when you do, relaxing a lot more.

The real simp of the family. Little giddy over anything you do to help him around in his lab or just in general.

Yall don’t cuddle 1 on 1 often, he’s too busy in his lab or out on missions. But on the times you do manage to pull him away from his work!

You are big spoon. Also frequently cuddle in chairs.

And he somehow finds a way to bypass the cuddle excuse and do both! D:<

But y’a know you can be prettyyyy distracting.

Physical affection is rare but always in big quantities when it happens.

Like he can be clingy when he’s not working and likes to hold your hand when he can.

Shellraiser rides and sneaking out are more frequent than before.

He does a grasp of romantic things. But theirs always a twist to em that just makes em Donnie.

He’d also fix things for you if you ask (or if you didn’t and he just knew.)

A worry wart, but also protective. And that goes for all of them. Sometimes it can be a bit much but they just don’t wanna see you hurt.

Other then gift giving acts if service is his love language.

Big on parallel play. Just hanging out in the same room doing your own thing.

Will partake in your hobbies and interests to get a better understanding of it. there’s a 75% chance he gets really invested (if he hasn’t already from trying to impress you with his knowledge.

Also mostly in house dates, buttt he’ll take you to Mr. Murakami’s too.

Also takes you on stargazing dating on the shellraiser. And nighttime rides through the city.

Jealousy is not directed at his brothers, can’t be. But Casey? He will, 100%

First to notice you’re getting sick.

Calls you out and like Leo, he’s also one to make sure you don’t do anything you’re supposed to.

But unlike Leo he isn’t by your side he just makes sure you take all your meds, etc. He repeats facts to you about.

You said ‘I love you’ first to him.

But it can go the other way where he says ‘I love you’ first.

Sometimes things go a little fast then immediately slow down because he’s nervous.

But he’s very thankful that he can call you his lab partner.

Michelangelo ->

In away he tries to show off too, in a way he makes you things, in a way he just he’s his regular old goofy self we all love.

Skateboarding tricks done, even the hardest ones to learn. Mikey tries to come up with a skateboard trick to name after you even if it already exists you don’t say anything.

Will (attempt) making you anything you want to eat.

Especially your favorite foods!

Oh and if you have a dish from your culture that is your childhood favorite. You teach him it and it’ll be one of the things he remembers by heart.

He tells and comes up with jokes just for you. Laughing at them because he saves his funniest ones for you.

He does not see himself being different or weird. He’s just unapologetically Mikey and we love him for that. Calls out his brothers on it but them just being the brothers they are and gang up on him bout it.

Finds out what jokes you like and tells those like 99% of the time.

Really affectionate but like he’s always like that.

He would totally make you both costumes of your favorite show, yes I imagine he a very good designer with the right materials.

Idk much in what to add besides Mikey is literally just himself (except x10).

The frequent cuddler, yall cuddle just about anywhere and everywhere.

It’s just been accepted that 99% of the time if you aren’t on his brothers time then you and Mikey are cuddling.

Very excitable and loves hearing about your day.

Very creative dates, arts and crafts, he’ll cook something and play it as a fancy restaurant (he absolutely does it when his brothers ask because he enjoys it.) You both probably go on walks around the sewer and graffiti things! or he graffiti’s things while you watch.

Pulls pranks on you lovingly, just cause you’re dating doesn’t mean he won’t.

Oh but you both absolutely pull pranks on his brothers though.

Just be ready to run and hide.

He likes gifting you art pieces.

Likes herring what his brothers do for you! Gives him ideas that he can make in to his own.

For better or for worse.

Doesn’t like when your sick, gets worried but brings you things to try and cheer you up. You appreciate the laughs and giggles.

He says ‘I love you’ first.

You both go at a comfortable pace just doing what yall do, hugging, kissing (which he loves pecking your face btw,) etc.

He says you’re the best partner ever, and he means it.

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Leonardo

Cannot be sneaked up on (Will catch whoever tries)

Lots of night terrors

Light sleeper

Loves bubblegum

Superiority complex

Talks to himself out loud

Really good at lying (Best liar in the family)

Always smells good

Very overprotective (especially over Mikey bc he's the youngest)

Annoying older brother vibes

Argues with Raph the most

Sleeps with one eye open (literally)

Allergic to dogs

Only turtle who CAN cook

Can't watch horror films (they freak him out)

"IDC" Thinks about it for hours

"I'm not scared!" Freaks out

Hates bugs

Raphael

LOVES Halloween. (Has decorations all over his room)

Heavy sleeper

Snores but says he doesn't

Mr.Sarcastic

Picks on Don the most

Swears in nearly every sentence

Metalhead

Bedroom? No, Mancave. (Barely leaves his room)

Talented artist

Plays the bass guitar

JUGALLO RAPH REAL!!

Hates everything and everyone.

Edgy middle child attitude

"IDGAF!!" Starts crying

Likes Mikey more bc he can playfight rough with him.

True crime >>>

Horror movies >>>

Works out to calm himself down

Only shows his "cool" art to his brothers, keeps everything else hidden

Always looks angry no matter what

Can't control his tone of voice (Speaks really loudly, and aggressively)

Hates being told what to do

Deathly terrified of roaches

Missing a tooth (From a fight with leo)

Donatello

Very very VERY tired

Mr.Fix-it

Germaphobe

Neat-freak

Really picky with food

Won't eat spaghetti or most noodles bc it reminds him of worms

Hates wearing most clothes because they make him feel trapped

Gets hiccups when nervous

Doesn't drink coffee, though likes energy drinks

Must double check everything a billion times

Throws a fit when someone messes with his plans, or things

Swears as much as Raph

RARELY in his room, mostly in his lab.

Hates the smell of dust, sage, and greasy food

Likes collecting pens

MOOD SWING KING!!

Paranoid all the time

Insomniac

Almost always accidentally falls asleep in his lab.

Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes

Can only draw mechs and vehicles, cant draw anything else

" We're poor as dirt " Has thousands of dollars hidden in his room.

Has to wear glasses but doesn't around his brothers (they pick on him :( )

Likes psychological horror better than visual horror.

Slouch king

yells a LOT

Listens to techno music when making inventions

#1 oingo boingo fan

Has slight bucked teeth

Speaks with a lisp

Michelangelo

Spoiled younger brother vibes

Loves video games

A LITERAL GOD AT DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

Hates being left alone, or away from his brothers for long periods of time

ALWAYS asking Donatello for money (usually a yes)

LOVES candy (especially sour)

Borrows April's camcord to take stupid videos

Cracks every bone in his body when nervous

"The vibes are off right now…"

" Dudezz!! " " Chill out brozz " type of guy

Wears braces!

Always doing stupid shit

PRANK LORD

#ILOVEBEINGATURTLE!!!!

Sings in the shower

Puts on whole concerts for no reasons

Plays the drums

LOVES play fighting with Raph

Likes cooking, but cant do it good.

"CAN WE KEEP IT!!"

"I licked it, it's mine"

Steals from everyone, thinks its funny

Hides Donnie's tools for fun

Talks too fast

[rarityroo]

Tmnt 2012 donnie and headcanons x gn!reader who makes short films/ who loves candle making?

My candle light

(2012 Donnie x Gn!reader)

I was so excited to write this, although I know TADC gets the most attention on my page I will always have a special place in my heart for TMNT! Thank you for being my first TMNT 2012 request, also I’m v happy it’s my favorite character! Send more requests my way I’m very excited to get back into writing and as always please Enjoy!!

Donnie found comfort in his lab, surrounded by his gadgets and gizmos. His brothers often teased him for being a workaholic, but he didn't mind. The hum of machinery and the glow of monitors were his sanctuary. Lately, though, his thoughts kept wandering to you.

You were unique, with a passion for candle making. Donnie initially thought candle making was mundane until he saw the intricate designs and mesmerizing patterns they created. Each candle was a blend of colors and scents that he held close to his heart. He couldn't help but be captivated.

One evening, Donnie wandered into [Name]'s workspace. He made a small space for you to work in his lab,

The room was filled with the comforting scent of vanilla and lavender. Candles of various shapes, sizes, and designs were scattered around, some in the process of being made, others waiting to be used as they were made to be.

You looked up and smiled. "Hey, Donnie! What brings you here?"

Donnie felt his cheeks warm. "I just wanted to see what you were working on. Your candles look incredible, so beautiful."

You laughed softly, the sound making Donatello's heart flutter. "Thanks, Don."

You gestured for Donnie to come closer, and he hesitantly stepped forward, feeling the warmth and calmness of the room enveloped him. "Come here, let me show you something," you said, your voice as soothing as the candles you crafted.

Donnie's eyes widened as he approached your workbench. The intricate tools and delicate patterns intrigued him. He watched in fascination as you delicately poured molten wax into a mold, carefully adding colors and scents. Your hands moved with practiced grace, years of experience making you move so swiftly. Donnie marveled at your skill.

"How do you do it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How do you make them so perfect?"

You chuckled softly, glancing up at him with a twinkle in your eye. "It's all about patience and attention to detail," you explained. "Kind of like your work with those gadgets you fiddle with. You have to understand the materials, how they interact, and how to bring out the best in them."

Donnie nodded, following what you said. It was like you spoke the same language, even if your crafts were different. He felt a sense of familiarity, a bond that went beyond mere admiration.

As you worked, you explained the process to him, describing the different types of wax, the best combinations of scents, and the techniques for creating unique patterns. Donnie listened intently, absorbing every detail. He found himself completely engrossed, his usual stresses melting away in the comforting glow of you and your candles.

After a while, you handed him a freshly made candle, its design a beautiful swirl of purple and blue, with a hint of lavender and soft notes of vanilla and cinnamon. "Here, this one's for you," you said, smiling warmly.

Donnie took the candle, feeling its warmth in his hands. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "It's amazing. You're amazing."

You blushed at his compliment, but before you could respond, there was a loud crash from outside the lair.

Donnie's brothers were home, and their usual chaos had resumed. He sighed, glancing towards the door, but you touched his arm gently.

"Stay a little longer," you said softly. "The chaos can wait."

Donnie looked back at you, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I'd like that," he replied, settling into a chair beside your workbench. He watched you work, feeling more at peace than he had in a long time, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to simply be.

[akesdraws-blog]

Giving you a hand

Version (🎞️TMNT BAYVERSE🎞️)

Note: The turtles help you prepare for a job interview and will pretend to be the future or possible boss. Warnings: None, spelling mistakes

🍵Leonardo 🍵

It will prepare you as if you were going to go into the most dangerous fight of your life. He was reading your application for a few moments and made you show him that you really have all those skills that you put. (If you said you are fast at writing, you better be, because it will take your time) You better not stutter at any point or you'll get Leo's ninja stare. (And he is not very pretty to say the least)

Y/N. -Why the hell do I have to practice immobilizing someone?!- L. -Never know what is going to happen in your work- Y/N. -But I'm going to apply for secretary, not security!-

And when they have to simulate the interview, Leo will come into character, a boss who may seem friendly but will not be. He will offer you some tea and they will start doing the “interview”. But after a few minutes his response is…

L. -We will call you- Y/N. -What? Leo, this is supposed to be the part where you tell me I have the job.- L. -I would if you had done it well- Y/N. -But I did everything right! I answered everything, which part was wrong- L. -To begin the posture, you are hunched over, and you play with your feet, in addition to fiddling with your hands, that does not show security, and your smile seemed more like a request for help… Shall I continue? -

That's right, Leo is going to evaluate everything you do. Internally you will be grateful that you are not going to have a boss like him.

⚗️Donatello ⚗️

This guy will review your application about 10 times and he will always find some error, which will cause you to do it again. He gave you a time to answer each question and you better not spend another second or they will go back to the beginning. He himself wrote you a few pretty good letters of recommendation. He will prepare you in any aspect that the interview may cover and even that which it will not cover.

Y/N. -Is it necessary for me to study this?- D. -They have to see that you are skilled in any case- Y/N. -But I don't think a cafeteria would ask me to know how to repair an engine- D. -But maybe your boss's car doesn't work, and that's where you act!-

When it's time to simulate the interview, you'll be as nervous as if it were a real one. Because like Leo, he gets into character and we're not talking about a good one, his character will be like talking to John Jonah Jameson Jr. himself.

D. -So you want to work- Y/N. -That's how it is- D. -Why here? Why not somewhere else? I heard they were looking for one near here- Y/N. -Well, it's the closest to where I live- D. -Just that? Isn't it because we are the best? Are you reducing us only as an option for closeness? Y/N. -I did not mean that- D. -If you don't see how we are the best of the best, maybe it's not the place for you, look for another place!- Y/N. -Donnie!- D. -What? Was it too much? You never know what kind of boss you will have-

Let's say you'll practice interviewing with different types of bosses, from a nice boss to one you'd want to hang. But in the end he will apologize if he feels that he has crossed the line or notices that your morals have gone to the ground.

🥊Raphael 🥊

It will only help with two issues.If she found what you were doing curious or because she saw you as nervous as a chihuahua. (And your murmurs were already bothering him)

First he will question the place and position you will go to, he knows that you are much better for such a low position, but he hopes that at least they will give you a good pay.

But if you have photos of the place where you are going to apply, this guy will go into overprotective mode.

R. -Why can't you see where the fire extinguishers are? The emergency exit is very far away, and have you already seen the windows? Any crazy person could throw a stone and it would break into thousands of pieces, what kind of security protocol? do they have in case of a theft? Or if the Foot Clan arrive?

Y/N. -Why would those on the foot go to a cafeteria?-

R. -They may be criminals but everyone needs a coffee-

That's right, raph just created a new fear for you.

You will have to beg him to simulate an interview, because in his words it is a waste of time.

R. -Do you have schedule availability?-

Y/N. -Yes!, at the time I set I will come right away and...-

R. -Do you know how to make coffee, tea or whatever we sell?

Y/N. -Yes, my espressos are wonderful and...-

R. -Do you want to work here?-

Y/N. -Um, yes, but you have to let me finish talking...-

R. -Hired, I'm leaving-

Y/N. -Raph!-

It will be a matter of a few minutes before your mock interview ends, mostly because Raph won't let you finish talking.

But he always encourages you, he knows that you can do it if you put your mind to it.

🍕Miguel Angel 🍕

He already knew that you were preparing for an interview, it's not like he will use your phone to order a pizza and by mistake he read the message of the day and time your interview would be, that didn't happen at all.

He will show you the best streets and shortcuts to avoid traffic.

M. -And if you go this way you can get there in less than 20 minutes-

Y/N. -Mike... They are buildings-

M. -You will never see traffic over there-

Mikey will beg to simulate the interview.He even converted the room into an office, you saw how he made a boss badge out of a pizza box that said “Super Chief Cowabunga”.

You don't even know where he got a tie, much less a briefcase.

Y/N. -Very well, remember Mikey, you are the one who is going to interview me, just follow the questions that I put on the sheet and the ones that occur to you-

M. -Understood, but bosses are always full of papers, Donnie must have a lot of papers-

Y/N. -I don't think they are necessary-

M. -And the bosses also have a phone to call their pretty assistants-

Y/N. -I don't even think that's important right now-

M. -Wait, a boss has a white cat, right? I need a white cat-

Y/N. -I don't think bosses have a white cat-

They never start to simulate the interview, as Mikey quickly gets distracted.

In the end you will only see how Mikey continues to bring more and more things to be a true “boss”

One good thing is that you weren't nervous anymore, and if you started to feel a little nervous you only remembered how Mikey started to get distracted and it just made you laugh a little.

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𝘿𝙤 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪? <3

2012 TMNT x Rise! Reader

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Ship:2012 Donatello x reader + platonic Leo, Raph, Mikey :)) Word count: 3.4k (save me) A/N: We really need more platonic tmnt content, it's so cute! <3 And happy mutation day to the turtles!

“Donnie? And the rest of the guys?” It was somewhat dark out, the early winter months rolling around.The mutant turtles looked at the short figure, surprised that they knew who at least one of them was. Donatello muttered to himself, wondering who this new person was lurking in the same back alleyway as his brothers and him.

He flinched, almost instantly feeling a pair of small hands cup his face. He was about to attempt to sweep your feet from under you with his bo staff, but he hadn’t sensed any danger from you whatsoever. “You guys all look different.” You seemed even more confused at this point, this was most definitely not your Donnie. Your Don was at least a few inches shorter than this one and would have most likely sent a sarcastic comment your way by now. You glanced to your left to see a much smaller Raphael sending an irritated glare your way. That’s odd, your Raph would have probably asked if you needed any help.

Then, it clicked. “HE SENT ME TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE?!” 

You now appeared to be absolutely insane, and that’s coming from a bunch of mutant turtles. You mutter to yourself about “kicking Donnie's ass” and “this wasn’t the plan!”. Raphael and Leo take a fighting stance, but before they try anything, the new Donnie tries to calm you down and understand what’s going on. You’re still panicking but you try your best to explain how you’re from a different universe and that you got transported here. “-Then Leo from my universe accidentally pushed me into Don’s newest invention- this wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just trying to help out-” You cut yourself off, remembering something. You quickly pull up your left sleeve to see the wristwatch ‘your’ Donatello made for you. You swiftly begin to type on it, trying anything you can to send any messages back to him, your location, anything at all, but nothing works. The purple masked turtle noticed how advanced your watch is, seeing how a hologram, as well as some sort of keyboard, popped up. He’s never seen anything quite like it. “Hey, um, do you happen to know what year you're from? We don’t have access to that kind of technology - yet that is.”

Raph and Leo put away their weapons after noticing how calm Donatello was with you, still keeping their guard up. “Oh, yes! The year I was in was 2018. My Donnie made me this trinket for my birthday. It’s pretty useful-” you attempt to send another message, failing once again, “-when it works, of course.” “So what now? Do we let them hang out with us? I think they seem pretty cool!” Michelangelo butts in, tired of having to act like such an innocent-looking person is a threat. “Mikey, you idiot, we don’t even know them! How could we possibly-” “I think we should let them stay with us for the time being, if they have no one else to stay with.” Donatello turns his head to you, “It seems you were quite close with your version of us, right?” “Yeah! I hung out with them at the lair all the time. Spent most of my time challenging them to super-smash bros or assisting Don in whatever project he was working on.” You were almost excited to give your answer, very much enjoying the time you used to spent with the boys. Then the fear sunk in once again. “He’s probably trying to bring me back, right? I won’t be stuck here forever?” You too a deep breath in. “I already miss them, even if they were loud.”

The turtles from this universe noticed how worried you appeared, being away from your closest friends, and all ultimately deciding to bring you to see master Splinter. On the way, Mikey wouldn’t stop nagging you with all sorts of questions; name, hobbies, favorite food, if you like pizza, anything he could come up with. You answered every one of them enthusiastically, throwing a fond memory in the mix every once in a while. 

“So, dude, you said earlier that we look different than your guys, right? What do they look like?” “Well, Raph and Donnie are taller- oh!” Mikey tilted his head your way at your exclamation, watching you pat yourself down. 

“Still got it! I’ve got some pictures of them on my phone!” You didn’t have any connection, but you still had the pictures saved in your gallery. You pulled up one with everyone there. It was a little blurry, but you could still easily make out yourself in the bottom left corner of the photo. Raph was trailing behind Mikey, who was on his flying skateboard in the background. A little closer was Donnie tinkering with some scrap parts with a smirk on his face, and finally, Leo sitting on the back of the couch casually cheering Mikey on. 

You began to swipe through pictures of you and the boys individually. Raph training with you - Mikey must have snatched that picture, you thought. A selfie of yourself and Leo, who was covering his face, in front of the scoreboard after challenging him at Mario Kart and winning. Mikey who fell asleep on you, pencil in hand and sketchbook in his lap after one of your regular drawing sessions. Finally, a blurry selfie of you surprise-hugging Donatello from behind, in his lab. You could clearly see his surprised expression along with a smile, a big toothy grin covering your face. You gave a short backstory on all of them while showing them, proving that you really were close friends. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eventually, you met up with Splinter, politely asking questions and answering some. You were much calmer and more respectful than the turtles were expecting, given how excitable and easy-going you seemed. Finally, you left his meditation room, telling the turtles what you assumed would be your plan. “I figure that my Donnie’s probably trying his best to open another portal, but we have no way of communication. It’s basically just a waiting game now. Master Splinter says it’s okay if I chill with you guys, is that alright with you?” Mikey was the first to agree, as long as you got to hang out and draw with him just like the other version of him did. Donnie agreed as well, feeling some sort of connection, almost as if he knew you in a way. He loved the idea of having another nerdy person to help him with his inventions, and especially to spend time with. Leo went along with it, deciding you weren’t a threat. He also felt that you might bring some joy, changing up their routine a bit. Same old same old isn’t always the best. Raph was the last, begrudgingly agreeing, but only because you didn’t seem like “too much of a bother.” He earned himself a whack on the back of his head for that. Donnie decided to pull you away from the others, saying that you probably have some experience with cool tech and could help him out with some of his inventions. You walked over to Donatello’s lab, still admired by the inventions he had even if they weren’t built with all the new tech you had. No matter what Donnie makes, it’s always pretty cool. That definitely doesn’t change throughout universes. He sat down in his rolling chair while you found a comfortable stool to sit on, bringing it close to his work so you could watch. Every so often you would point out something he could do better, and he’d be amazed by your knowledge. You enjoyed the time you spent with him, swaying your feet on the stool while he hunched over his desk, tightening one of the screws with a screwdriver. 

“And done!” He exclaimed, bringing his head up to look at you, not realizing how close your face was from watching him work. You barely got to see Donnie’s face heat up before he turned his head away from you, muttering a small “sorry”. You let out a short giggle, before complimenting his work. 

“All right, let’s test this thing out! It better work, let’s hope it doesn’t just look cool for nothing.” You spoke up, not wanting him to feel awkward around you. 

After testing it out, Leonardo came in to tell you two that supper was ready. The other two brothers were already on the couch, pizza in hand, watching some show on tv. You joined them on the couch after grabbing your own piece. Raph quietly scooted a little farther away while you dramatically put a hand on your chest, as if insulted by the act alone. Mikey snickered at your small interaction.

“So, you guys have any games?” 

Mikey gulped down his last bite of pizza and proceeded to list off a bunch of Wii games they had. You liked the idea of challenging them to Mario kart, so you did just that. Raph refused to admit that he wanted to hang out with the newbie but stuck around close enough to watch you all battle it out. 

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A few hours of gaming later, Raph eventually joined, and all of the boys were much more comfortable with you around. Mikey was laying in your lap, Donatello was sitting right next to you, your knees or elbows bumping every so often from the game, and Leo was sitting right in front of you. You were slowly getting tired, so you gave up your remote for the night, opting to watch the brothers duke it out instead. Eventually, soft snores could be heard from Donnie’s shoulder and slightly louder ones from your lap. Leo took notice of this and finally stood up and spoke quietly: “That’s it for tonight, we can have more fun tomorrow. We should all get some sleep.” He then walked away and Raphael soon followed. ..Leaving Donnie stuck with you sleeping on him, him not wanting to wake you up, of course. He contemplated trying to move you gently, but he didn’t have the heart to move you when you looked so adorably comfortable. He ended up making do with the blankets and pillows he had within reach, following you into dreamland. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day, you awoke with Mikey wrapped up comfortably in your arms, while a cozy pillow was supporting your head. You gently rolled Mikey off of you, trudging towards the smell of pancakes. Plates were being dished out by Donnie. Leo was passing by you, mumbling a short “good morning,” most likely on his way to go get Mikey. Raph was already sitting at the table, letting out a big yawn. “Mornin’ guys!” Donnie looked up to see you in the doorway, while Raph once again pretended that you didn’t exist. “Oh! Good morning, y/n,” he places the last plate down on the table, “Is there anything you’d like to drink?” You tell him that a small glass of milk sounds nice, and complementing how good the food smells. He thanks you and Mikey and Leo walk into the kitchen together, Mikey looking much more groggy than hs brother, rubbing the sleep out of one of his eyes. Breakfast goes by quickly. You notice that you’re the second one done, Raph being the first. Speaking of him, where is he? You decide to go check the training room, hearing small grunts as you get closer. Eventually, you’re in the doorway, watching Raph send kicks and punches toward a poor punching bag. Once he finally stops for a water break is when he notices you. 

“Holy hell dude, when did you get here?” You shrugged and decided to irk him, hoping to get a friendly fight out of him. You walk towards him slowly, ready to dig your own grave. “I thought you were a ninja, aren’t you supposed to know when people sneak up on you?” He catches a stupid smirk on your face, deciding that he’s had enough with the new person. Raph pretends to send a smile your way, (which he was very bad at), before attacking you with roundhouse kick to the head. Not a hard one of course, just enough to make it so you’d stay clear from his path. Or so he thought. You quickly block his kick with a middle block, twisting your hand around his leg and grabbing it, holding it in place so you can send a kick back at him with momentum. Before you can land a hit, he breaks his leg free and manages to block just in time. He gives you no time before attempting to attack again, the back-and-forth banter becoming enjoyable. He’s only ever had the same few opponents to practice with, so this felt nice. Instead of using anger to fuel his powerful moves, he was enjoying it. Eventually, you grabbed his hand and bent his finger in a way it wasn’t supposed to, his body not allowing him to go the way he wanted anymore. You followed through and sent him to the ground, hand behind his back, face planted on the ground, you sitting on his shell claiming victory. You stand up, after making sure he knew he lost of course, and offered him a hand. You were definitely expecting another attack, maybe he’d drag you to the ground with him? But instead, you were met with a handshake along with a praise of your skill. Overall, it’s safe to say he doesn’t ignore your presence anymore. He finally sees you as someone near his level, or at least, someone who is worth his time. Once the sparring session is over, as Raphael walks out, Leonardo walks in. You were beginning some stretches, knowing it’ll save you from being too sore later. Leo comes next to you and asks if he can join in. he begins to lead some cooldowns, you following along for some, and doing your own thing for others. 

“I’m surprised you got Raph to like you so quickly, is he and yours alike?”“Honestly, no, not at all. My Raph is very much a big teddy bear. Sure, he enjoys sparring, but he’s always too afraid to hurt me. What a big softie. I usually end up sparring with my Leo instead if it comes to it.” You glance at him, then focus back on your stretching, “You’re much calmer than my Leo. I won’t say he’s energetic, but most definitely more egotistical. You’re almost a nice break from all his chat about being the best, really.” “Me? Egotistical? I don’t see it.” You quirk a brow up at him, not believing it. He may be from a different universe, but it’s still Leonardo. “Okay, maybe a little. But it’s much better than not being confident in your moves. Holding back is the worst thing you can do in a fight..” You nod at him, glad he has more common sense than your Leonardo back home. You stand back up from stretching your legs, leaving the dojo right after kindly bidding your goodbye. 

You decide to head to Mikey’s room, looking for him, since you haven’t spent much time with him yet. As soon as you open the door, you’re tackled in a hug and spun around. “You’re here to hang out with me! Finally! Alright, do you wanna draw or play on the Wii?”You figure your heart had raced hard enough today, so you opted to draw. (Mario Kart is difficult against the guys, okay?) It may not be what you expected from Mikey, maybe something more along the lines of playing pranks on his brothers or sneaking out for pizza, but he was just glad to spend some quality time with a cool new person. He quickly gathered some pencils and sketchbooks while you plopped down on his bed. After picking everything up, he lays down on your lap once again, finding a comfortable position for the both of you. Even if you’re doing a quiet activity like drawing, it won’t be quiet for long with Mikey around. A few minutes after drawing he starts shooting questions your way, just about the same scenario as yesterday happening once again. You were glad to answer all of his questions. He was happy to listen to your stories, giddy that he was learning more about you. After a while of chatting and drawing, you finished and wanted to give your neck a break from looking downwards at your paper. You put your pencil down and rested your head on the pillow behind you, absentmindedly toying with the strands of Mikey’s mask; something you did fairly often with your Mikey. 

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It’s been nearly two weeks since you first met the turtles and you had gotten to spend a lot of time with them. They helped a ton when you felt lonely or lost without your version of them. Of course, you still missed Raph’s bear hugs, Don’s snarky remarks, Leo’s ego and Mikey’s energy. But theturlesyou werewith now were still fun to hang out with. Currently, you and the rest of the boys were out on patrol. They had no destination or mission set, it was mostly just to get out of the hideout. Mikey was ahead of the group, balancing on the railing of the building you guys were walking on the roof of. All of a sudden, you hear a familiar voice that immediately brings a wide smile scross your features. “Y/N?! Are you here?”

You jumped down from the building, hearing the voice coming from the alley below. The turtles were too slow to catch you, but luckily, the owner of the voice was there. 

“DONNIE!”

You jumped straight into his arms, making him grunt from the impact, then spinning you around. “Oh, how I missed my small lab assistant! Now I don’t have to deal with Leo’s antics anymore! He gets so much more annoying when you’re not around,” he carefully put you down and places a hand on his hip, ”Seriously, I had to make my lab portal-proof, just so that he wouldn’t barge-”The next thing Donatello knew, you were you of his reach and holding both of your Mikey’s hands. “I missed you so much! We need to hang out again! It was so loney without you~” He gave you his best puppy-dog eyes, hoping you’d spend your time with him first. You hugged him tight, promising to hang out and not leave his side. But of course, a mystic portal had opened up underneath you, leading you to fall into your Leo’s arms. “Falling for me?-” he felt a metal staff hit the back of his head, along with an  “Absolutely not, ‘Nardo.” from behind him. While he was distracted, your Raph had gently picked you up and put you on his shoulders with a smile on his face, mimicking yours. He was just glad to have you back. Before Your Leo and Donnie could continue bickering, you wanted to introduce your boys to the turtles that you got to hang out with for the past weeks. 

With sparkles in your eyes, you introduced them to the other versions of them. Recalling your favorite memories while hanging out, you couldn’t help but keep a smile plastered on your face. Until you remembered something. “Hey, Don?” The taller boy was about to reply, but was cut off by a ‘hmm?’ From your Donnie. 

He felt a slight pain in his chest. This whole time whenever you’d say ‘My boys’ or ‘my Donnie’ he felt.. important to you. Even if you weren’t talking about him. But now he realised that he wasn’t special to you anymore. You guys weren’t really friends, he was just there to try to replicate your Donnie. To make you feel less lonely. Why did he think you really did enjoy his company? Of course you didn’t. He could never dream of you and him- “Can I come back and see them again? I don’t wanna leave them. I know it would mess up the timeline if I stayed for too long, but- I love hanging out with them. Will the portal allow inter-dimentional travelling more than once?...” Your new friend’s eyes grew wide, brimming with tears. He saw your mouth move, but could no longer hear the words coming from it. You.. enjoyed your time with them? You want to hang out again? .

.

. Maybe he did have a chance with you after all.

Sep. 29. 22

[niphredil-14]

Hihi Renza! :D

I was wondering if I could maybe request some tmnt if that's ok! I was wondering if maybe you'd be comfortable writing a headcanon for the 2012 turtles finding out reader's secret of having an otome game obsession (me) ><

I was just kinda wondering what thier reactions would be to like...the honest to goodness library of otome routes both of us have read at some point in time! ><

Hope that's ok! No pressure to write at all! This is only if you're comfortable with it!

Hope you're having the loveliest day, and getting plenty of rest, and receiving some warm happy hugs!!!

Girl I am so sorry that this has taken me so long to get to!

Leonardo:

Leonardo has definitely dabbled in otome games, although I don't see him as having played a whole lot of them. I could see him being a huge fan of Ikemen Sengoku, though. His favorite IkeSen suitor would probably either be Hideyoshi or Sasuke, no you cannot convince me otherwise. I think he would have a loose-liking of Nobunaga but mostly just because he kinda gives Karai vibes (i do not ship Leo/Karai). I can kinda see him kinning Hideyoshi and admiring Sasuke, being more attracted to Nobu. Leo may be taken sightly aback if he realizes just how many otome games you've played. I don't think he would judge you, though. In fact, he might find it fun to play some of the routes with you and share thoughts, almost like an otome version of a book club. I giggle at the though of playing IkeVamp Leo's route and talking to TMNT Leo about IkeVamp Leo (his almost-namesake) and just how they're so different lmao. I NEED TO HEAR HIM VOICE AN OTOME MAN, HAVE YOU HEARD HIM SPEAK??? HE'S GOT THE PERF VOICE

Raphael:

As much as I hc Raph to be such a (secret) sucker for romance media, I feel like he wouldn't really understand or be interested in otome games. He wouldn't seriously judge, but he would tease you for playing so many. He'd joke, saying that you probably like your anime boyfriends more than him, but I think deep down that he would really want the reassurance. If he was gonna like any otome game, it would have to be one here the MC falls in love with a "monster," be that a literal one, in the sense of them just not being human (Like IkeVamp) or in the sense of the LI just having irredeemable qualities/being aggressive/being evil, I think that's the only kind he could really get behind. Any kind of Beauty and the Beast type of story he looovesssss. Because of that I could see him enjoying Ikemen Prince (very lightly, he just likes the comparison to beauty and the beast), but if he were going to get attached to any otome game, it would be Ikemen Vampire. I think Theo would be his kin, and his crush.

Donatello:

No matter how many otome games you've played, I guarantee that this man has played more. And not just otome games, but really any dating sim. The FNaF Dating Sim will always (ironically, mostly because of nostalgia) have a place in his heart, but honestly, I kind of see him being a big fan of MLQC (Lucien is his favorite 100% sweetheart, but also evil scientist? What do you mean it's not Don?) No matter what game he plays, he always either falls for his kinnie, or a woman way out of his league lmao. Without fail. I think he would also be a fan of the Your Boyfriend Dating Sim. It scratches the immoral, fucked up, obsessive part of his brain (my boy just wants someone to love him as much as he loves them :c)

[jupiterswasphouse]

WASP REVIEW - PARASITICA (TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES 2012)

[Image ID: A screenshot from the 'Parasitica' episode of TMNT 2012, of the parasitic wasp, which is the focus of the episode, mid-flight /End ID.]

Now, for a change of pace, let's have a look at something that isn't from a video game for the first time in this review series! It tends to be harder to find wasps in TV in particular that are notable enough to properly review, which makes it all the more fortunate that I got this suggestion, as this mutant species of wasp is the entire focus of the episode!

Now, I've never been a TMNT enjoyer, I just didn't get into the franchise as a kid and have yet to look into it on a wider scale, however, I did enjoy this enjoy this episode. That's not to say it's without its inaccuracies, though, so let's get into it, starting with the wasp's general appearance!

Looking at it them, they have the shape and eyes of wasps of the family Vespidae, fairly standard fare for wasps in media, likely based on some black and yellow species of paper wasps, or otherwise yellowjackets. The latter would makes sense, given what appears to be an abundance of setae around the mesosoma especially, reminiscent of a fair number of yellowjackets, although of course the glowing lines across the wings, meso- and metasoma, and eyes aren't accurate, but they aren't meant to be. I have to say, props to the modeling crew for making a fairly detailed model with an appropriate amount of wings and legs.

[Image Source: Wikimedia Commons | Image IDs: Two screenshots of the episode, showing one wasp standing and three wasps flying above the Ninja Turtles respectively, followed by a real photo of a common wasp, a type of Yellowjacket, also known as Vespula vulgaris /End IDs.]

They're also notably large, roughly the size of a medium breed of dog, having grown significantly from their mutation. Funnily enough, just before the first appearance of the original wasp, after being asked by Michaelangelo how big the arthropods in a set of photos are Donatello makes a statement I feel the need to comment on, that being "Well, a bee is about four millimeters, and a wasp would be six", which is an odd statement. For one, which species does he mean in particular, he gives an oddly specific measurement when the wall displays images of multiple different types of wasp, including fairyflies (or Mymarids), which can be as small as 0.127 millimeters (Dicopomorpha echmepterygis), and Vespids which can reach up to 45 millimeters (Vespa mandarinia). The western honey bee (Apis mellifera), the most likely candidate for the bee that Donatello is referring to given how common and well loved the species is, itself is 10 millimeters at minimum among the average worker.

[Image ID: Another screenshot, showing the wall in question, which has 4 different papers pinned to it with multiple different species of wasp /End IDs.]

But anyway, with that side-tangent out of the way, let's get into the behavior of the wasps, starting with the first things we see. When the initial wasp appears, we hear vocalizations from it, which isn't necessarily unheard of, although these noises aren't quite the same as the vocalizations of some other types of animals, such as mammals or birds, as these aren't produced through complex vocal cords and structures, but they are created by vibrations in the wasp's body by stridulatory organs or other muscular structures. These are called stridulations, you may have heard of them in cicadas and Orthopterans, but they can also be observed in mud collecting and digging wasps such as potter wasps and Sphecids, as well as velvet ants, and sounds like a charming little squeak! The vocalizations in the wasps in this episode sound like processed sounds produced by birds like corvids or vultures, reminiscent of sounds associated with prehistoric dinosaurs in movies.

After this, we see the wasp start hunting the turtles. One could make the argument that the wasp is simy protecting its egg rather than hunting, but the events of this episode make it very clear that the wasp is hunting the turtles. While there are many social wasps that may forage for carrion or pieces of your barbeque dinner in order to feed their larvae, the specific targeting of a vertebrate species is highly unusual for a parasitic wasp, as they tend to only target other arthropods like their fellow insects or spiders. But it's likely that this particular behavior was onset by its implied genetic modification by Kraang, known enemy of the Ninja Turtles.

After a short chase around the room, the wasp stings Leonardo in the arm and promptly falls to the ground, dying immediately. This is most reminiscent of the worker honey bees, which have a barbed stinger that cannot be removed from a thick-skinned animal such as a mammal, thus taking parts of the abdomen and internal organs with it (including the still-pumping venom gland), killing the bee within minutes. It's a bit longer than the near instantaneous death we see in this wasp, but it is rather quick! The wasp in this episode appears to have a similarly barbed stinger, although it has only one barb, rather than the row of barbs honey bees have, being shaped almost like a fish hook. Other wasps, including parasitic wasps, have smooth stingers, and thus, can sting multiple times. Notably, worker honey bees are infertile females, as opposed to the stinging parasitic wasps, which are, of course, fertile, the stinger being a modified ovipositor in all wasps that have them (including bees and ants), only being found in females.

[Image Source: PBS, Rose-Lynn Fisher | Image IDs: A screenshot of Donatello holding the stinger of the mutated wasp, and an extremely close up, colorless photo of a worker honey bee stinger /End IDs.]

We know that this wasp is a female due to its possession of a stinger, as well as being fertile due to the egg we see just a moment later. The sting does not kill, nor paralyze Leonardo, despite the size of the wasp, instead having a different, immediate effect in that Leonardo becomes extremely protective of the egg. Over the course of the episode we see that Leonardo appears, in a way, brainwashed to protect the egg, the eventual intention being that the egg would hatch safely and he would be consumed by the young wasp inside.

Shockingly, this does have parallels in the real world, first, and in possibly the more well known example, a form of direct brain change is induced by the emerald cockroach wasp (Ampulex compressa). It first delivers a sting to a thoracic ganglion of a cockroach, causing temporary paralysis in the forelegs, allowing the wasp to deliver a second sting to the head ganglia, inducing a zombie-like state, inhibiting its escape response and allowing the wasp to lead the roach by its antennae back to the wasp's burrow, where it lays an egg upon the roach, allowing its larvae to feed.

[Image Source: iNaturalist, ravinaidu | Image ID: A photo of an emerald cockroach wasp leading a 'zombified' cockroach back to its burrow across dirt and rocks /End IDs.]

However, there's another genus of wasps that I believe is the one they took inspiration from here, that being Glyptapanteles, a genus of Braconid wasps that deposit their eggs directly into Lepidopteran hosts, specifically caterpillars. The eggs hatch, and the larvae of the wasps feed on the caterpillar's bodily fluids from the inside, specifically avoiding the vital organs as the caterpillar appears to continue to behave and grow normally despite the parasite inside them. Then, they emerge and pupate, spinning a silk cocoon for themselves, at which point the caterpillar stops moving much or feeding. It only moves then to add its own silk to the pile of pupal cocoons, and, should it be disturbed, thrash around in order to protect the pupae, serving as a bodyguard until it eventually starves to death.

[Image Sources: Wikimedia Commons, José Lino-Neto, and ResearchGate | Image IDs: A photo of a brown Geometrid moth caterpillar looking over Glyptapanteles wasp papae, followed by an image containing several photos of a brown and black Glyptapanteles wasp adult /End IDs.]

There are a few differences, however, evident in the fact that the egg has already been oviposited externally a considerable amount of time before even having a host. This is, of course, understandable given the fact that, if they were to make it more accurate, then this episode would look less like a PG iteration of zombie media and more like an Alien film.

Speaking of the zombie media comparisons, while the change in behavior is down to a direct sting to the brain in the case of emerald cockroach wasps or a chemical concoction in the case of Glyptapanteles wasps, it's described in the episode as being a virus. This virus takes hold and darkens Leonardo's eyes, his mouth producing a viscous fluid, which is eventually spread to all of the other turtles via bite, until Michaelangelo creates an antidote by Donatello's instructions. Obviously, this part is not true of real parasitic wasps.

While Donatello and Michaelangelo are researching the wasp, looking at an article describing its non-mutated equivalent, several photos are shown, and it's here we start to see a couple more inconsistencies and inaccuracies. For one, Donatello refers to a single species as "The Parasitic Wasp", but in reality, there are estimated to be hundreds of thousands of different parasitic wasps, none specifically referred to as being the parasitic wasp. Secondly, at the start of the article, we see an adult of the species, which appears to resemble some form of black and yellow ichneumon wasp, much different from what we've seen thus far.

[Image Source: BugGuide.net, James Reben | Image IDs: A screenshot showing the image of the supposed species, followed by a photo of a real black and yellow species of ichneumon wasp /End IDs.]

After this, we see images of the species emerging from the egg, coming out as a full-fledged, winged adult, more like the wasps we've seen thus far, oddly skipping the larval and pupal stage entirely. This is especially odd considering the fact that adult wasps cannot eat meat, only the larvae, and, as mentioned, the wasps feed on their host after hatc

[Image IDs: Two screenshots of the aforementioned images, showing the wasp emerging and then crawling over its host caterpillar to consume it /End IDs.]

This is later confirmed to be the case in the mutated wasps, which not only emerge from their eggs as adults, but also emerge in a group of three. It is seemingly not unheard if that one single insect egg could produce multiple offspring, but it is exceedingly rare and hard to find information on. In any case, wasp eggs, more often than not, only hatch singular individuals.

[Image ID: A screenshot of the three hatchling wasps above the unconscious Leonardo and Donatello /End IDs.]

As a final note on these wasps, as they go straight for the Ninja Turtles before promptly being taken out by Michaelangelo (with a cannon no less), it seems as though these wasps are all females. It can be inferred from this that this egg was fertilized, as opposed to the males that would come from unfertilized eggs, implying that there was either already more than one of these flying around, or that the female had already mated before becoming mutated, potentially by Mutagen.

All in all, there are many inaccuracies throughout this episode, though I do have to give points for the interesting choice of inspiration! In terms of rating, the episode itself was entertaining and interesting, but it doesn't have much in the way of accuracy to any one specific wasp species.

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Overall: 4 or 5/10

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This wasp review was suggested by @kernelbastard ! Leave your wasp review suggestion in the replies, tags, or askbox!

[simp999]

Do I know you? <3

2012 TMNT x Rise! Reader (old-ish, I've gotten much better at writing. Editing simply isn't enough for this one.)

Pt. 2

Ship: 2012 Donatello x reader + platonic Leo, Raph, Mikey :))

Word count: 3.4k (save me)

A/N: We really need more platonic tmnt content, it's so cute! <3 And happy mutation day to the turtles!

Masterlist

“Donnie? And the rest of the guys?”

It was somewhat dark out, the early winter months rolling around swiftly. The mutant turtles looked at the short figure, surprised that they knew who at least one of them was. Donatello muttered to himself, wondering who this new person was lurking in the same back alleyway as his brothers and him.



He flinched, almost instantly feeling a pair of small hands cup his face. He was about to attempt to sweep your feet from under you with his bo staff, but he hadn’t sensed any danger from you whatsoever.

“You guys all look different.” You seemed even more confused at this point, this was most definitely not your Donnie. Your Don was at least a few inches shorter than this one and would have most likely sent a sarcastic comment your way by now. You glanced to your left to see a much smaller Raphael sending an irritated glare your way. That’s odd, your Raph would have probably asked if you needed any help.

Then, it clicked.

“HE SENT ME TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE?!”

You now appeared to be absolutely insane, and that’s coming from a bunch of mutant turtles. You mutter to yourself about “kicking Donnie's ass” and “this wasn’t the plan!”. Raphael and Leo take a fighting stance, but before they try anything, the new Donnie tries to calm you down and understand what’s going on. You’re still panicking but you try your best to explain how you’re from a different universe and that you got transported here. “-Then Leo from my universe accidentally pushed me into Don’s newest invention- this wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just trying to help out-” You cut yourself off, remembering something. You quickly pull up your left sleeve to see the wristwatch ‘your’ Donatello made for you. You swiftly begin to type on it, trying anything you can to send any messages back to him, your location, anything at all, but nothing works.

The purple masked turtle noticed how advanced your watch is, seeing how a hologram, as well as some sort of keyboard, popped up. He’s never seen anything quite like it.

“Hey, um, do you happen to know what year you're from? We don’t have access to that kind of technology - yet that is.”

Raph and Leo put away their weapons after noticing how calm Donatello was with you, still keeping their guard up. “Oh, yes! The year I was in was 2018. My Donnie made me this trinket for my birthday. It’s pretty useful-” you attempt to send another message, failing once again, “-when it works, of course.”

“So what now? Do we let them hang out with us? I think they seem pretty cool!” Michelangelo butts in, tired of having to act like such an innocent-looking person is a threat.

“Mikey, you idiot, we don’t even know them! How could we possibly-”

“I think we should let them stay with us for the time being, if they have no one else to stay with.” Donatello turns his head to you, “It seems you were quite close with your version of us, right?”

“Yeah! I hung out with them at the lair all the time. Spent most of my time challenging them to super-smash bros or assisting Don in whatever project he was working on.” You were almost excited to give your answer, very much enjoying the time you used to spent with the boys. Then the fear sunk in once again. “He’s probably trying to bring me back, right? I won’t be stuck here forever?” You too a deep breath in. “I already miss them, even if they were loud.”

The turtles from this universe noticed how worried you appeared, being away from your closest friends, and all ultimately deciding to bring you to see master Splinter. On the way, Mikey wouldn’t stop nagging you with all sorts of questions; name, hobbies, favorite food, if you like pizza, anything he could come up with. You answered every one of them enthusiastically, throwing a fond memory in the mix every once in a while.

“So, dude, you said earlier that we look different than your guys, right? What do they look like?”

“Well, Raph and Donnie are taller- oh!” Mikey tilted his head your way at your exclamation, watching you pat yourself down.

“Still got it! I’ve got some pictures of them on my phone!” You didn’t have any connection, but you still had the pictures saved in your gallery. You pulled up one with everyone there. It was a little blurry, but you could still easily make out yourself in the bottom left corner of the photo. Raph was trailing behind Mikey, who was on his flying skateboard in the background. A little closer was Donnie tinkering with some scrap parts with a smirk on his face, and finally, Leo sitting on the back of the couch casually cheering Mikey on.

You began to swipe through pictures of you and the boys individually. Raph training with you - Mikey must have snatched that picture, you thought. A selfie of yourself and Leo, who was covering his face, in front of the scoreboard after challenging him at Mario Kart and winning. Mikey who fell asleep on you, pencil in hand and sketchbook in his lap after one of your regular drawing sessions. Finally, a blurry selfie of you surprise-hugging Donatello from behind, in his lab. You could clearly see his surprised expression along with a smile, a big toothy grin covering your face.

You gave a short backstory on all of them while showing them, proving that you really were close friends.

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Eventually, you met up with Splinter, politely asking questions and answering some. You were much calmer and more respectful than the turtles were expecting, given how excitable and easy-going you seemed. Finally, you left his meditation room, telling the turtles what you assumed would be your plan. “I figure that my Donnie’s probably trying his best to open another portal, but we have no way of communication. It’s basically just a waiting game now. Master Splinter says it’s okay if I chill with you guys, is that alright with you?” Mikey was the first to agree, as long as you got to hang out and draw with him just like the other version of him did. Donnie agreed as well, feeling some sort of connection, almost as if he knew you in a way. He loved the idea of having another nerdy person to help him with his inventions, and especially to spend time with. Leo went along with it, deciding you weren’t a threat. He also felt that you might bring some joy, changing up their routine a bit. Same old same old isn’t always the best. Raph was the last, begrudgingly agreeing, but only because you didn’t seem like “too much of a bother.” He earned himself a whack on the back of his head for that.

Donnie decided to pull you away from the others, saying that you probably have some experience with cool tech and could help him out with some of his inventions. You walked over to Donatello’s lab, still admired by the inventions he had even if they weren’t built with all the new tech you had. No matter what Donnie makes, it’s always pretty cool. That definitely doesn’t change throughout universes. He sat down in his rolling chair while you found a comfortable stool to sit on, bringing it close to his work so you could watch. Every so often you would point out something he could do better, and he’d be amazed by your knowledge. You enjoyed the time you spent with him, swaying your feet on the stool while he hunched over his desk, tightening one of the screws with a screwdriver.

“And done!” He exclaimed, bringing his head up to look at you, not realizing how close your face was from watching him work. You barely got to see Donnie’s face heat up before he turned his head away from you, muttering a small “sorry”. You let out a short giggle, before complimenting his work.

“All right, let’s test this thing out! It better work, let’s hope it doesn’t just look cool for nothing.” You spoke up, not wanting him to feel awkward around you.

After testing it out, Leonardo came in to tell you two that supper was ready. The other two brothers were already on the couch, pizza in hand, watching some show on tv. You joined them on the couch after grabbing your own piece. Raph quietly scooted a little farther away while you dramatically put a hand on your chest, as if insulted by the act alone. Mikey snickered at your small interaction.

“So, you guys have any games?”

Mikey gulped down his last bite of pizza and proceeded to list off a bunch of Wii games they had. You liked the idea of challenging them to Mario kart, so you did just that. Raph refused to admit that he wanted to hang out with the newbie but stuck around close enough to watch you all battle it out.

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A few hours of gaming later, Raph eventually joined, and all of the boys were much more comfortable with you around. Mikey was laying in your lap, Donatello was sitting right next to you, your knees or elbows bumping every so often from the game, and Leo was sitting right in front of you. You were slowly getting tired, so you gave up your remote for the night, opting to watch the brothers duke it out instead. Eventually, soft snores could be heard from Donnie’s shoulder and slightly louder ones from your lap. Leo took notice of this and finally stood up and spoke quietly:

“That’s it for tonight, we can have more fun tomorrow. We should all get some sleep.” He then walked away and Raphael soon followed. ..Leaving Donnie stuck with you sleeping on him, him not wanting to wake you up, of course. He contemplated trying to move you gently, but he didn’t have the heart to move you when you looked so adorably comfortable. He ended up making do with the blankets and pillows he had within reach, following you into dreamland.

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The next day, you awoke with Mikey wrapped up comfortably in your arms, while a cozy pillow was supporting your head. You gently rolled Mikey off of you, trudging towards the smell of pancakes. Plates were being dished out by Donnie. Leo was passing by you, mumbling a short “good morning,” most likely on his way to go get Mikey. Raph was already sitting at the table, letting out a big yawn.

“Mornin’ guys!” Donnie looked up to see you in the doorway, while Raph once again pretended that you didn’t exist.

“Oh! Good morning, y/n,” he places the last plate down on the table, “Is there anything you’d like to drink?” You tell him that a small glass of milk sounds nice, and complements how good the food smells. He thanks you and Mikey and Leo walk into the kitchen together, Mikey looking much more groggy than his brother, rubbing the sleep out of one of his eyes.

Breakfast goes by quickly. You notice that you’re the second one done, Raph being the first. Speaking of him, where is he? You go check the training room, hearing small grunts as you get closer. Eventually, you’re in the doorway, watching Raph send kicks and punches toward a poor punching bag. Once he finally stops for a water break is when he notices you.

“Holy hell dude, when did you get here?” You shrugged and decided to irk him, hoping to get a friendly fight out of him. You walk towards him slowly, ready to dig your own grave.

“I thought you were a ninja, aren’t you supposed to know when people sneak up on you?” He catches a stupid smirk on your face, deciding that he’s had enough with the new person. Raph pretends to send a smile your way, (which he was very bad at), before attacking you with roundhouse kick to the head. Not a hard one of course, just enough to make it so you’d stay clear from his path. Or so he thought.

You quickly block his kick with a middle block, twisting your hand around his leg and grabbing it, holding it in place so you can send a kick back at him with momentum. Before you can land a hit, he breaks his leg free and manages to block just in time. He gives you no time before attempting to attack again, the back-and-forth banter becoming enjoyable. He’s only ever had the same few opponents to practice with, so this felt nice. Instead of using anger to fuel his powerful moves, he was enjoying it. Eventually, you grabbed his hand and bent his finger in a way it wasn’t supposed to, his body not allowing him to go the way he wanted anymore. You followed through and sent him to the ground, hand behind his back, face planted on the ground, you sitting on his shell claiming victory. You stand up, after making sure he knew he lost of course, and offered him a hand. You were definitely expecting another attack, maybe he’d drag you to the ground with him? But instead, you were met with a handshake along with a praise of your skill. Overall, it’s safe to say he doesn’t ignore your presence anymore. He finally sees you as someone near his level, or at least, someone who is worth his time.

Once the sparring session is over, as Raphael walks out, Leonardo walks in. You were beginning some stretches, knowing it’ll save you from being too sore later. Leo comes next to you and asks if he can join in. he begins to lead some cooldowns, you following along for some, and doing your own thing for others.

“I’m surprised you got Raph to like you so quickly, is he and yours alike?” “Honestly, no, not at all. My Raph is very much a big teddy bear. Sure, he enjoys sparring, but he’s always too afraid to hurt me. What a big softie. I usually end up sparring with my Leo instead if it comes to it.” You glance at him, then focus back on your stretching, “You’re much calmer than my Leo. I won’t say he’s energetic, but most definitely more egotistical. You’re almost a nice break from all his chat about being the best, really.”

“Me? Egotistical? I don’t see it.” You quirk a brow up at him, not believing it. He may be from a different universe, but it’s still Leonardo.

“Okay, maybe a little. But it’s much better than not being confident in your moves. Holding back is the worst thing you can do in a fight..” You nod at him, glad he has more common sense than your Leonardo back home. You stand back up from stretching your legs, leaving the dojo right after kindly bidding your goodbye.

You decide to head to Mikey’s room, looking for him, since you haven’t spent much time with him yet. As soon as you open the door, you’re tackled in a hug and spun around.

“You’re here to hang out with me! Finally! Alright, do you wanna draw or play on the Wii?” You figure your heart had raced hard enough today, so you opted to draw. (Mario Kart is difficult against the guys, okay?) It may not be what you expected from Mikey, maybe something more along the lines of playing pranks on his brothers or sneaking out for pizza, but he was just glad to spend some quality time with a cool new person. He quickly gathered some pencils and sketchbooks while you plopped down on his bed. After picking everything up, he lays down on your lap once again, finding a comfortable position for the both of you. Even if you’re doing a quiet activity like drawing, it won’t be quiet for long with Mikey around. A few minutes after drawing he starts shooting questions your way, just about the same scenario as yesterday happening once again. You were glad to answer all of his questions. He was happy to listen to your stories, giddy that he was learning more about you. After a while of chatting and drawing, you finished and wanted to give your neck a break from looking downwards at your paper. You put your pencil down and rested your head on the pillow behind you, absentmindedly toying with the strands of Mikey’s mask; something you did fairly often with your Mikey.

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It’s been nearly two weeks since you first met the turtles and you had gotten to spend a lot of time with them. They helped a ton when you felt lonely or lost without your version of them. Of course, you still missed Raph’s bear hugs, Don’s snarky remarks, Leo’s ego and Mikey’s energy. But the turtles you were with now were still fun to hang out with. Currently, you and the rest of the boys were out on patrol. They had no destination or mission set, it was mostly just to get out of the hideout. Mikey was ahead of the group, balancing on the railing of the building you guys were walking on the roof of. All of a sudden, you hear a familiar voice that immediately brings a wide smile scross your features.

“Y/N?! Are you here?”

You jumped down from the building, hearing the voice coming from the alley below. The turtles were too slow to catch you, but luckily, the owner of the voice was there.

“DONNIE!”

You jumped straight into his arms, making him grunt from the impact, then spinning you around.

“Oh, how I missed my small lab assistant! Now I don’t have to deal with Leo’s antics anymore! He gets so much more annoying when you’re not around,” he carefully put you down and places a hand on his hip, ”Seriously, I had to make my lab portal-proof, just so that he wouldn’t barge-”The next thing Donatello knew, you were you of his reach and holding both of your Mikey’s hands.

“I missed you so much! We need to hang out again! It was so loney without you~” He gave you his best puppy-dog eyes, hoping you’d spend your time with him first. You hugged him tight, promising to hang out and not leave his side. But of course, a mystic portal had opened up underneath you, leading you to fall into your Leo’s arms. “Falling for me?-” he felt a metal staff hit the back of his head, along with an “Absolutely not, ‘Nardo.” from behind him. While he was distracted, your Raph had gently picked you up and put you on his shoulders with a smile on his face, mimicking yours. He was just glad to have you back. Before Your Leo and Donnie could continue bickering, you wanted to introduce your boys to the turtles that you got to hang out with for the past weeks.

With sparkles in your eyes, you introduced them to the other versions of them. Recalling your favorite memories while hanging out, you couldn’t help but keep a smile plastered on your face. Until you remembered something.

“Hey, Don?” The taller boy was about to reply, but was cut off by a ‘hmm?’ From your Donnie.

He felt a slight pain in his chest. This whole time whenever you’d say ‘My boys’ or ‘my Donnie’ he felt.. important to you. Even if you weren’t talking about him. But now he realised that he wasn’t special to you anymore. You guys weren’t really friends, he was just there to try to replicate your Donnie. To make you feel less lonely. Why did he think you really did enjoy his company? Of course you didn’t. He could never dream of you and him-

“Can I come back and see them again? I don’t wanna leave them. I know it would mess up the timeline if I stayed for too long, but- I love hanging out with them. Will the portal allow inter-dimentional travelling more than once?...” Your new friend’s eyes grew wide, brimming with tears. He saw your mouth move, but could no longer hear the words coming from it. You.. enjoyed your time with them? You want to hang out again?

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Maybe he did have a chance with you after all.



Sep. 29. 22

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TMNT Headcanon -- As Babysitters

A silly headcanon list that no one asked for about the 2k3 boys and how they would be as babysitters (or with children in general).

Leonardo

Would be the worst with children

Don't get me wrong, he'd obviously keep them safe and alive

But it would take him a little bit to get used to how to interact with the kids

The children will be returned to their parents with some new self-defense move

Which usually is great, but watch out if there are siblings who practice on each other

He also attempts to teach them history or life lessons, and likes sharing his favorite books and movies with kids

He would be the type of babysitter that is the most communicative, always checking in and sharing with the parents what's been going on

Raphael

Is one of the best with children

And this absolutely baffles him

He doesn't treat them too differently than he would anyone else, and kids enjoy being treated like equals

Ends up arguing with the kids about one thing or another

But they usually devolve into good-natured debates

Physical activities, like sports or having the kids "help" him work on his own projects, would be his plans with the kids rather than thinking of "kid-friendly" activities

Kids naturally talk about anything and everything with him, asking for advice, and he does his best even if some of his advice isn't practical for kids

Donatello

Is pretty decent with children

He will do his best to share his love of science and gadgets with them

Most kids will appreciate his teachings and hands-on demonstrations

His techno-babble will be met with blank stares more often than not

But he does know how to keep kids occupied with shiny toys

He's the type of babysitter who will get kids outside, or have some sort of bug terrarium for them to study and watch

Would be the type of babysitter to "play" hide-and-seek to occasionally get some time alone with his own projects without the kids interfering, but would always know where the kids are

Michelangelo

Loves kids and kids love him

He's on their level and goes along with whatever game the kids come up with

At times, the kids think they are in charge and try to keep Mikey out of trouble

Mikey completely rolls with this

Make-believe, dress-up, and art projects are his go-to activities with kids

His games usually cause some sort of mess in the house

But the kids are happily exhausted after being with him

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Soft Spot - Chapter 6

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Sometimes you gotta replace something as simple as a lightbulb like Donnie in this week’s chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

You and Donnie hadn’t had sex today.

It wasn’t like he had an obligation to fuck you, but a tone had been set. Yesterday marked the start of your third ovulation cycle since you had started trying to have a baby. This one fit nicely into a Friday night which meant you were primed for debauchery. You had spent much of the evening in delicious throes and expected the weekend to follow a similar suit.

You’d awoken to your husband nonchalantly cooking a late breakfast.    

You had trailed over to him, nude, and meant to have a different kind of meal first, but he had disarmed you with a single question about what type of omelet you wanted. He had options laid out and you picked over them dully. You could only think of a different kind of egg as he went through the motions of cracking several in a bowl and whisking.

You’d eventually gone to wash up and throw something decent on since apparently your unencumbered body wasn’t enticing enough.

You imagined maybe it was a different kind of hunger plaguing him so you went along with your usual Saturday morning. It came with talk of plans, light chores, and things that needed to be purchased. You caught up on the mundane and also relished each other’s presence. It harkened back to simpler times which wasn’t at all a problem, but an oddity as of late.

Donnie’s regime for your body was a rigid one. It was only flexible in that your actual shifts in cycles were ones that roved. Tweaks happened like a board live updating with data, but the facets were the same. A menstrual cycle started on the day of your first bleed and ended on the next to start anew. You’d shed the slope for however long necessary from your lining and then primed for the next candidate. Around day 9 you would begin to have sex with purpose. By 14, you were charged for ovulation and the peak of your lovemaking filled that 24 hour window.

As you saw it, you were technically still within that time frame, so it seemed odd for Donnie not to be taking advantage of it as he was so zealous to do.

You pondered on it through getting dressed and heading out. You had two stops today and January’s cold bit into your bundle. A sharp wind zipped through the buildings where it could and snapped at you. It had you tucking closer to your mate that minded you the best he could. He would shift his form, stepping in to block the blusters, but only so much could be done. When you hit a grocer, you shook as soon as the heat hit you to try to physically rid yourself of the cold.

Donnie hurried the necessities along by splitting up the list to divide and conquer. It left your nose burning as you had a separate basket to grab what was requested. In total, you’d be heading through the ten items or less line as the staples you needed for the week didn’t amount to much. You met back up at checkout and were soon out for your second chore.

It was something about light bulbs and Donnie had difficulty getting them delivered. You entered a shop filled with nothing but the specialty item and while Donnie spoke to someone at a desk, you thought on these sorts of places. The specificity of the business always made you wonder how they stayed open. You could get light bulbs at most home good stores, so why run a business off solely that?

It had you creeping towards your mate to see if this was some sort of front. While he had been true to his word about removing himself from ongoing villainy, you imagined if he needed something illicit, he could grab and go from any number of sources. The only place that seemed off limits to him now was the Hidden City. The last you heard, Ignis had taken over Donnie’s holding in the land of Yokai City holdings and was doing a decent job. You guessed Raph was now Donnie’s direct supplier there and you doubted the apparent hero would get him anything prohibited. 

Still, you snuck up close to find Donnie had three different brands of what were actually light bulbs out on a counter and a worker was explaining to him the advantages of each. Donnie listened with rapt attention and you felt like something hanging like a lampshade. You guessed the oddity of today was making you second guess things. That seemed further cemented as you saw some charts about lumens and correlated color temperatures that you didn’t care to decipher.

This wasn’t a world you had given much thought and you felt out of place in it.

You guessed you did in a larger sense too.

There was a register ding for purchase and you met back up with your mate who held up his bag. You nodded and followed him out to depart. You’d be heading back to the apartment now. You hadn’t thought of today’s chores in a grand scheme as they were simply things that needed to get done. That fit your sense as of late of everything as of late and the layered similes felt tiring.

The calendar of your body’s changes felt like that. It was oddly steadfast and marked with what must be done. You weren’t trying to leave conceiving to luck and that meant you had to go through the necessary procedures. Free time had to be allotted and what was that other than another notch in the long standing circle of life. You were born and went through what you had to in each phase. You grew and society demanded more. You met those challenges in whatever way you could and continued on for as long as possible.

You had slowed and Donnie took notice.

You caught back up with him and wordlessly assured him through your bond that you had a lot on your mind.

He sympathized intangibly.

Your mate knew that cycle better than anyone. He’d been denied choice at a young age and was forced to do what he needed to scrape by. The moment that stopped, he’d almost been paralyzed with how much life was laid out for him. He’d gone about living the best he could on his own and had slowly been joined by others. Yourself included which he said opened his life up to actual possibilities and though you protested, you knew that wasn’t wrong. It still wasn’t because of you, but you’d helped show him more because there was only so much one could do alone.

You snuck glances at your mate as you neared your apartment. You hadn’t talked too much about that time, but you knew he liked a schedule. While he dabbled in villainy before he met you, he also had a routine. It wasn’t unlike the current one and you wondered if he thought of tracking your cycle as a similar extension. You could easily ask him, you thought, but you also sort of wanted to proposition him when you got home. He’d been working so hard on all the planning aspects of conception since you’d be the one doing the physical toil of growing your little one.

You wondered if today’s deviation had just been an overlapping interest. While getting you pregnant was the goal, that hadn’t meant life stopped. Other things, specifically a missing light bulb upset Donnie’s habitat and you knew how much he disliked a fault in his environment. You entered your building and wondered where the burnt out bulb was. You couldn’t recall a spot within your home that was especially dark and you bet that was something you’d notice more than say the missing milk that Donnie had picked up.

You neared your door and had to squint down your hall.

You blinked right out of your lowered lids and sought your husband.

He had a lazy sort of smile on his face as he caught your attention.

The bulb in the hall outside your apartment was out and you hadn’t noticed.

You guessed you had rushed right through your door as of late to meet your mate in the sheets.

You kindly collected the shared grocery bags from Donnie and left him to change the bulb. You imagined he had probably hassled the building manager, who presumably did nothing. Donnie then, on principle, wouldn’t have the thing mailed. As he’d done so in the past, he decided he’d fix the problem himself. You put the groceries up and debated how best to thank him for his attention. It would surely please Mrs. Kaczmarek too who had been in better spirits these days since seeing your wedding rings.

She’d probably badger you about the baby.

You dreaded as much and pushed off the counter at nearly the same time Donnie opened the door.

You approached him with intent as you pulled on your scarf.

Donnie appraised you lightly as he entered and you elongated your limb while unraveling the fabric. He slowed in getting his own coat off and tipped his head back to watch what would clearly be a show. You smiled coyly for him and slid the scarf free from your throat in a dangle. It fed across the back of the couch until it was free from your hands and you moved to your coat.

You grabbed each lapel for a snapping pop before twisting your body to one side. Your lids descended and your head tipped in a way that you knew accentuated your lashes. It was another flirtatious dip that you paired with rolling your shoulder. The bulb came up to caress your cheek as the fabric was knocked off. It slid down that arm and then you rolled your momentum to the other. There was another bob and weave to unsheathe your coat from your torso and you meant to let it drip off when Donnie appeared.

You shot him a heated look as you figured you’d enticed him, but he pinched up your coat.

With little effort on your part, he got it from you, along with a pit stop to grab your scarf before he moved to hang them on the coat rack.

You stared at the back of his head and nothing about it read interest.

He turned, showcasing more of the same and only gave you a quick smile before he moved to toss out the now empty light bulb box.

Were you not going to have sex right now?

You were sure he’d been clear.

You’d read the same material as him, at least as much as you could.

While the peak time frame of ovulation was a total of 36 hours on average, your actual eggs lifespan bobbed around 12-24 hours.

If it wasn’t fertilized then it would die and dissolve.

Did he know something you didn’t?

He could smell when you were ovulating.

Could he smell more?

You chased after him.

He felt your urgency and turned with concern.

No.

He’d be over the moon if he somehow knew you were pregnant.

He wouldn’t be acting like this.

He wouldn’t be going about so mundanely. 

He couldn’t smell the individual parts.

There was no way he could smell the beginning stages of mitosis.

Your mood dropped, but his concern rose.

“Y/N…?” He ducked his height to catch your gaze.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. My thoughts are all over the place.”

You reassured him through your wedding band as well and he looked down at it with a scrunched brow.

It was overwhelming evidence that your dismissal was honest.

“If you’re sure.” He reluctantly agreed before lifting back up.

“Yeah…” You buoyed your voice. “What’s the plan for the rest of the day?”

He bobbed in thought. “Lunch I imagine will be a light fare as we have our planned dinner…”

You tracked over his body.

“That was our schedule for the day. Did you have something in mind?” He appraised you with little interest.

You placed a thoughtful finger to your lips and studied him.

Were you really going to take a break from fucking?

You supposed you didn’t mind, but you had been mentally ready.

The expectation was set and your early hypothesis about him having a momentary diversion seemed off.

He should have been able to get right back on track.

Was it a ploy?

He didn’t read particularly teasing.

He was openly watching you now.

There wasn’t a trace of jest on his features.

You’d had enough of pondering and walked up to him with an outstretched finger. “Sex.”

He reached up and casually wrapped his large hand around your digit. “I can be enticed.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I tried enticing you at the door. You weren’t super into it.”

“You looked lovely-“

“And before breakfast.”

His eyes darted.

You suppressed sounding a eureka. “What are you up to?”

“Notathing.” He fumbled the word and rushed to mop up the mistake. “Nothing.”

“I don’t like that you’re getting better at masking when you’re up to something…”

He craned a curious brow.

That seemed like a strange action and pinched yours.

“Have I gotten better?” He wondered aloud.

“You… Wait, what?”

His head tilted.

You wriggled your finger free from his grip to poke his plastron. “Did you or did you not have a plan today?”

“I did.” His features spoke as if that was obvious. “You’re aware. We needed groceries and a light bulb.”

You jabbed him. “No, a different thing. What you’re hiding now.”

“That was my only scheme, if you could call it that.”

“Then why the shifty eyes…?” You leaned up into him as if getting closer would help you catch something.

“I didn’t know I evaded you this morning.”

Your lips twisted. “Seriously…? You didn’t know I was trying to get you back in bed?”

“It’s not unusual as of late for either of us to parade around naked. It saves time.”

“I posed all sexy beside the counter! You asked me what I wanted to eat!”

“Yes, I am now aware.”

Your expression dropped. “But sex…”

“Shall we?” He spoke a little too non-pulsed.

“What did you think of me taking my stuff off at the door?”

“That my mate is a stunning creature.”

“But you grabbed my coat.”

“Yes. You were taking off your outer layers.”

“Donnie.”

His attention was elsewhere, but he reached up to cup your hand to his pectoral scutes. “I… am missing cues.”

“I guess…?”

“Have there been others?” He looked at you with renewed interest. “When you were chilled, was that a veiled one?”

“Oh… Uh, no… Just those two today, I think.”

He patted your appendage before walking over to the bed and taking a seat. “That’s worrisome.”

“What?” You followed him.

“I… There is little foundation since today has been the first, but I wonder if our scheduled copulation is making me less aware of solicitation.”

You blinked a few times and felt flashbacks of all the scheduling you’d thought of today. “Since sex is a given, you aren’t looking for outward signs of me needing you anymore…”

His lips flattened out in both agreement and concern.

“Aren’t I still ovulating? There should still be scheduled sex to have.”

His eyes showed some attention before he moved to kneel. “May I?”

You nodded.

He was careful in getting to his knees and wrapping his hands around your waist. He moved your shirt with tender care and rolled it just out of his way. He held the fabric at bay and got your waistband. Sliding to the button, he undid it along with the fly for a slow reveal. There he didn’t move to disrobe you and instead tucked a finger in your underwear and pulled it out so the scent would waft up. He closed his eyes there, divvying up the smell until he let out a languid exhale. “You should still be viable.”

“Are you not… interested?” You whispered, afraid of the question.

His eyes flashed up to yours. “I am!”

“Then why…?”

Distress openly painted him and he manifested a spiral of screens around you.

You looked amongst them and they seemed to be all his tracking data for your cycle.

He plucked a few from their rotation and overlapped them. The data then melded and more appeared in what you read as a comparison. Donnie moved furiously, grabbing the rest of the screens until they were all stacked. There they reorganized into comparable tables and he plucked out one section to expand. What he found there made him click his tongue softly.

“What is it?”

“The times align.” He pointed and threw the screen up for you to see.

It seemed to be some sort of average.

“The schedule goes: We seed you as much as possible. Once your ovulation period ends, the sex stops due to us both being overtaxed and because the window has closed off.”

“We rest.” You agreed.

“Your last cycle pushed this ovulation period. In taking the average, this is about the time we would go into our idle phase.”

“It’s only been three months...”

“We’ve been strict.”

You guessed you hadn’t had sex outside of the necessary window.

“I prefer routine.”

You made a small noise and brushed the screen away.

“I find you no less attractive.” He squeezed your hips for attention.

You looked down at him.

“I am at your disposal. I will be hard at a moment’s notice should you so desire. This might be something automatic, but is not indicative of anything greater. I am conforming to you. I assure you.”

“But you didn’t notice…”

He grimaced. “That… I have no defense for.”

“I guess… I haven’t really pushed to have sex outside the schedule either.”

He lit up as if to jump on that fact, but withheld himself.

You were thankful for it and put a hand on top of his head.

He pressed up comfortably under your palm.

You let the moment linger before something bobbed in your mind. “I know honesty is best, but there’s something so unsexy about all of this!”

His chin was still raised and he looked down his beak at you.

“Like the sex is hot, but we’re already treating it like it’s a chore?! And now I’m going to have to blatantly say ‘let’s bone’ if we want to fuck off the clock?”

Donnie squeaked a faint upset commiseration.

You hunched forward and switched your grip so you had his jaw.

You held him in that tilted position so you could easily kiss his head.

“Sex with you has never been work.” He told you the moment you were close.

You smiled and nuzzled his forehead.

“We’ve caught the early glimpses and will offset it. I will set renewed plans to romance you when we are not trying to conceive.”

“Donnie…”

“Valentine’s is coming up…” He churred.

“Outside the window too.” You puckered your lips playfully.

He bounced so you’d kiss his head again.

You giggled and obliged.

“Let’s press creative endeavors. The pillow method bothers us both. It’s formulaic.”

“We get kinky when it doesn’t matter as much.”

“Incorrect.” He scolded you with a deep frown.

You blinked wide.

“We explore kinks when it matters most.”

A happy noise bubbled in your throat before you threw yourself forward to hug him.

He lifted from his knees to better catch you.

“What have you been waiting to use?”

“New toys, double penetration, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. has new attachments, and… there is something very specific at the lab.”

“The biodome?” You pulled back to check with him.

He shook his head and emphasized the letters. “The lab.”

“Roleplay…?” You tried.

“In a way… You are my only test subject.”

“You sully Genius Built’s name…”

“Or I will create a new branch title.”

“Donatello!”

He chirped happily.

You squeezed him.

He held you for a long moment and you felt the exact moment his attention shifted.

You curled inward so your breath would tease the side of his head.

It enhanced his growing interest. “I have one technique that straddled the line…”

“Line of what?”

“Our breeding and this other realm.”

“You holding back on me…?” You kissed his cheek.

He tried to roll into you to catch your mouth, but you kept away. “More like it skirted something you’ve complained about before…”

“What?” You moved a hand up to keep his lips at bay.

He kissed your hand relentlessly.

You waited, making it obvious you wouldn’t move until he told you.

He gave one last longing press before he spoke against your digits. “It falls along the line of edging.”

You groaned loud as you extracted yourself from him.

“I only mentioned it!” He complained from where he stayed on the floor.

“I hate edging!” You yelled your frustration with the concept and not him.

“I know, dearest.”

You tapped a foot for a second before checking back with him. “If it’s not edging, but like edging… and it…” You felt like light bulbs were going off. “It’s both, meaning it would help with breeding… What is it?”

You could tell his tail was wagging by the way his bottom barely moved.

“It’s a science thing too?!”

He pleaded with his eyes for you to give him the go ahead on an explanation.

He was adorable. “Let’s hear it.”

He hopped straight to his feet and curled up right into your side at the same time an article appeared in your face.

A quick scan read it was something about what to avoid in trying to get pregnant which Donnie immediately verbalized.

“Now this trends further into territory that has little scientific support, but…” He moved the article so a specific section was in the dead center of the display.

Its header listed certain lubricants.

With a careful point, his fingernail underlined ‘salvia.’

You sent him a side glance.

He didn’t look, but his lips wrinkled. “Certain lubricants can negatively impact sperm quality and their ability to move up the cervix.”

“Uh huh…” You held onto your knowing weight.

He did not buckle. “We could employ a hydroxyethylcellulose-based lube, but I haven’t cared for the smell…”

You leaned against him.

He tucked an arm around to hold you.

“So you eating me out might be a problem, but what’s that got to do with edging…?”

“I disagree that it is a problem as, again, my sperm are tenacious. Also it isn’t sperm motility hindering either of us; it’s genetics, but… I have considered what enhancement there might be if we were to increase your natural lubrication…”

You thought over his verbiage. “Me getting wet.”

“Not just wet.” He nudged you with his beak.

You shared a glance side by side.

“Soaked. You are my primed environment already, but making it so you are dripping that need. Expand my semen’s runway. Invite me in through not just an open door, but an entire blown out wall.”

“You’ll drive me crazy…!” You whined and tossed your head back.

His shoulder ducked in time so you could lay it against him. “But that is an end goal and not the necessary means to get you there.”

Your eyes widened toward the ceiling. “How do you get me there?” 

“Womb massage…” He murmured sultry against your head.

“Fuck…” You breathed the word out. “What?” 

“I have studied the motions…”

“Are you studying porn...?”

“No.” He huffed and bumped you. “It is a non-invasive technique based on spiritual practice. It works as any massage technique would by increasing blood flow and relaxing muscles.”

You felt compelled to apologize. “Sorry.”

“Porn when I have you, scoff.” He lowered his center of gravity so he could pick you up.

You shifted your weight so he could easily move you.

He placed you in the center of the mattress and poured over you. “Shall we…?”

“I want an out.” You spoke automatically.

He craned his head to show he’d listen to your proposal.

“You can’t keep going until you’re satisfied. If I hit a point and say that’s enough, you have to fuck me and not prolong the torture.”

You could tell he had complaints.

“I’ll hold out as long as I can, but meet me halfway.”

His gaze lowered then snapped to you. “Okay.”

“You sure? I’m trusting you not to pull anything.”

A small raw tear appeared in his person.

You caught his sleeve. “I always trust you, but you are stubborn.”

He was both soothed and took culpability.

You slid your hand under his sweater and to his forearm. “Okay.”

He waited a moment longer.

“Make me crazy.” You laid back with a readied posture.

He trilled ecstatic and got off the bed.

You kicked out your feet and watched as he began to disrobe. He had little pretense and expertly yanked his shirt off. You watched on as he let his clothing drop until he stepped out, naked, from his pants which he kicked back and out of his way and prompted you to ask, “No show?”

“And miss the cue?” He teased.

“Too soon.” You joked.

He made an interested noise and stalked toward you. You watched him lower down and half crawl toward your person. It was similar to his heat self and you could tell he knew he was intending exactly that. You reached out to him in a limp handed offer and he caught your appendage to scent it. He scrubbed his scales against your palm before he let your hand roll down his neck. He caught it before it completely fell away and pushed your open hand to spread over his mating mark.

It was a sigil you both had sort of let slip away in light of your wedding bands. You thumbed over bubbled crescents on his skin and scarcely remembered the last time you renewed it. He’d broken yours only once or twice since your honeymoon, but it was less to refresh the mark and more because he was caught up in a moment. You felt compelled to lean forward and Donnie stalled out as you moved.

He supported your weight as you kissed all over the area. His churr slipped enamored and you nibbled at the skin just below the wraps at his throat. He gave you a gentle nod go ahead, and your fingers trailed to undo them. He only palmed your sides as you were slow to unravel them. With the marathon sessions, he’d been keeping them on as of late to save his muscles. You yearned to see all of him and his scarred skin soon appeared.

You kissed it with reassurances and he pressed into you to levy your position. You were soon better sat and he tucked searching digits under your clothes. They teased skin only because it was there and were more in search of the best way to reveal you. You sighed against him, far too latched to allow him to do his job and he gave up for the closeness.

You breathed him in and it felt like ages since you last touched without impregnation in mind. It wasn’t like you avoided one another, but there was something different to skin contact. Your closeness recently had either been illicit or the carefree kind that came with a long term relationship. You keenly remembered a few weeks ago when you tangled against each other reaching for opposite sides of the kitchen at the same time.

When was the last time you bathed together that wasn’t to drown in or wash away cum?

You nosed over the bones in his shoulder and kissed towards his bulb. There were more wraps from there on his arms and you found the edge with your thumb. Instead of immediately undoing one, you thumbed it slowly, getting it free with a single digit. The top loosened and you traced out the fabric’s journey so it could naturally unravel. It unwove its concentric circles in a downward spiral until it was a pool of noodles at Donnie’s wrist. You coiled them up on one hand before repeating the process on his other limb.

Your husband allowed you all the time in the world and when you glimpsed his face he was the picture of some divine being. He’d ascended in the process and you bet he was thinking exactly what you were about missing this. You asked him through your bond as you curled into him once again and he responded immediately in kind. 

‘Make more time for each other,’ you thought as loudly as you could even though those exact words wouldn’t reach him. You were sure he knew anyway and pulled away from him.

It cracked his lids and you waited until you had his full attention before you flung yourself back onto the bed. It bounced your body once and you toed at his sides for the sake of it. He churred readied and dipped forward to nuzzle one of your knees. The bones there seemed like an odd place to start, but he persisted through your pant leg.

The jostling made you realize your fly was still down, but there was no way for your bottoms to be removed in this position. You redistributed your weight to free them up, but Donnie nipped your thigh. You kicked the hinge of his shell lightly and he scolded you with a few clicks. You chuckled at him and lifted your head to watch. He swam like an alligator in the lower half of your vision and played up a little tune that said he would strike. You shrieked for the sake of it when he did and he shoved his hands up your shirt to tickle your sides.

You wriggled against him and in the process your top hiked up. It was when your belly was exposed that he lowered with obvious teeth. You strained again, but he held you down to prick you with his canines. He then mouthed, removing the chance of pain and letting his tongue sweep over the skin of your abdomen. You sighed against his mouth, feeling him dip and chase each breath you took.

He moved without exact reason and only tasted your flesh. It lulled you with its warmth and he trailed a cold wetness in his wake. That had you squirming slightly and he moved to wipe you clean. It struck you as a silly follow the leader over you until his beak bumped your bra.

There your breath caught and he ghosted with his mouth over the fabric. The cups slacked with you on your back and disinterested him. He moved until he found more of you around your sternum and licked clean up there to your chin. Your toes curled at the sensation and when he appeared overhead you tried to muster a scowl at him.

He smiled brightly at your troubles before dipping into your ear, “Mind if I remove this troublesome clothing?”

“Troublesome.” You echoed. “You’re silly.”

He chirped quietly for you.

You felt compelled to give a few back before you nodded.

He nosed you happily and tucked his hands around your ribs. You rose up with his aid and in green blurs he got your upper half bare. You meant to lay back down, but he caught you with a firm hand to your spine. You were oddly lifted, bent uncomfortably at the waist instead of the preferable fold at your hips. He paid your grimace little mind and openly gawked at your chest.

It was pointed attention and the very faint traces of saliva that had your skin piqued. Prickles of goose bumps ripped across your flesh and perked your nipples. Donnie watched on, self satisfied with what he had done to you and you resisted bopping him for it. He rewarded you with that opening of his jaw again and this time he enveloped a breast. It came with an immediate swirling of his tongue and you arched into him. He held you firm, your stomach feeling the tightness from the position and gave one breast attention before unlatching to do the same to the other.

He left the soak behind this time and the cold made you shudder. It reminded you of the weather outside and the usual heat your mate brought about. It was there, around the bite of his teeth, but he left chilled skin wherever he wasn’t. You shifted to outright complaint and he stopped licking to kiss over your chest and down towards the rolls formed on your stomach.

He dotted each of them with a wet peck until his hand disappeared from your back.

You weren’t ready and fell as you’d been putting your weight on him.

It was with a soft thump against the sheets and instead of more of his mouth, your mate's hands found you. He slid across the moistened skin as if his spit were a lubricant and stroked downward in a way that read massage to you. With heavy focus force from his palms, he didn’t exactly hit muscle groups as he instead pressed inward toward your organs.

A strange sensation, you felt latent nerves about whatever was in your digestive tract. He treaded lightly in that sense and you didn’t feel anything shoved. Instead it was like he applied enough pressure so you could feel what was encased in your torso and each rolling dip was to abate any lingering discomfort.

You felt a bubble shift somewhere and made a noise before you burped.

Donnie stifled a laugh and you covered your face. “Shut up…!”

He shushed you instead of outright responding and moved further down your abdomen. You felt him move away from one bodily track and set course on another. It was reproductive in nature and you could tell that he was orienting himself. He first moved without precision and instead seemed to be seeking. You felt little pleasure and instead only prodded in the process.

His hands spread out in a sweeping twist that placed both his thumbs on each of your hip bones. It meant part of his hand was tucked under the fabric of your bottoms and you thought for a second time that he might strip you. Remembering his earlier complaint, you didn’t assume and that seemed like a good choice. He held firm there, staring down so hard at your body as if he could see through it before he moved inward.

His fingers flexed, a set of four probes, that crawled along your lower abdomen. They rapped as if asking for entrance even though there was no way you could grant that. The tapping headed inward until the two sets met and together they pressed at a single midpoint that shot a sensation straight down to your cunt.

You wheezed an involuntarily breath even though it hadn’t hurt.

Donnie met your eye and you shared surprise.

“Was that… not supposed to happen?” You felt nervous.

“No… I just… You’re sensitive…”

“Is that… bad?” You murmured.

He shook his head.

“Good…?”

“Not definitive.” He told himself as much as you and stroked downward.

You squirmed under him and he urged you with a few chirps to calm. You did with closed eyes and felt keenly aware of how he moved his hands. They switched one over the other and he followed some kind of clockwise motion moving up and around your belly. You could feel yourself clenching and Donnie skirted those tight muscles a little too obviously.

“My love…” He urged along with his fingers against you.

“I’m doing this wrong.”

“No…” He hushed you. “There’s no wrong.”

“Next you’ll tell me to relax.”

“I wouldn’t bother.”

You puffed with a bitter laugh and felt his digits sink into the rolling flesh.

“It would be counterintuitive as of now.” 

“Great.” The sarcasm soured your throat.

He wasn’t discouraged and continued to feel you.

You would make him doubt himself at this rate.

He said he studied.

You wondered for how long.

He had leagues of time when you were at work.

You barely knew when he went to the lab.

He had enough free time to plot pretty much anything.

He was never without a project.

He was an odd sort of busy as it was on his time.

Always something.

Those two words repeated in your mind.

Just like life.

Those three words echoed similarly.

They overlapped and twisted in your head until the cacophony of it drowned you out.

The moment your eyes opened you heard the silence of the room.

Donnie’s hands still moved on your torso, but they were soundless.

You strained to hear, but you couldn’t catch much.

There was no sound to the way he touched you. 

His hands sunk each time and you caught how they were stacked. Both to pinpoint and alleviate the heft of his pressing, he continued staunchly in his massage. He was up towards your lower ribs again and you wondered when he’d get back to your womb, if that was the strange point he’d hit earlier at all. It shouldn’t have had feeling, similar to how you rarely thought of any of your organs if you could help it. There was just a steadfast movement as he kneaded your body.

The way your skin bounced back after each plush press made you think about tensile strength. There was the forbidden skirting of how you hoped to balloon up, but you roved around that. Your skin was a hearty organ that protected just about everything. It lay across the whole of your being and tried to keep itself closed as necessary. On cue, Donnie moved across your scars.

You’d been stabbed, they surmised during your hospital stay. Your attack was still an event you had no memory of. You never would and in a way you were thankful. Those dark times had passed. With healing, your mate could now brush the area and you had some sense of where he did. A few of your nerve endings had reconnected, but others were permanently lost to that breach of your precious skin. You thanked your epidermis for trying so hard as Donnie’s circling of your belly continued.

You were feeling looser by the second even though your mind was hung up. Little aches that you seemingly weren’t aware of were unwinding and your stomach felt warm. It was more than just from the friction and you bet it was the blood vessels opening up that your husband had mentioned. Your blood flow was improving and it made little sense how that helped anything between your legs. As most humans, the center of your body was junked up with many of your organs that helped puppet the thick of you.

Streams of fingers worked up and over your belly button in a dizzying display.

You were rapidly losing track of Donnie’s finer movements and instead settled into a slosh. It was the liquefaction of your insides and your mate held the container. Under his tutelage, nothing spilled, but the contents were rocked. He moved incessantly, unable to let you still, but the jostling had its own advantage. Algae or other particulates couldn’t form if the water continued to flow fresh. It was a lifeblood circling and it strained against your container which was shaped like you. It was both trapped within your skin and your skin itself moved in an endless cycle as everything else in life.

You were still in that quasi-heightened, but stunted state of awareness when Donnie pressed just above your pubic bone. He seemed to feel something there that you could not. Your pelvis pulsed around it as the muscle fiber connections were tested. It was yet another example of your interconnected inner workings and your husband had a hand directly in your machinery.

He lifted up, the first time he’d let you be in what had to be at least a half hour and your skin burned for him. It ached for him to continue his melding and you heard him inhale at something. You weren’t sure when your eyes had closed, but they were too dreary to open. You could only listen while he took pound for pound of oxygen. He never stopped siphoning, even when all four of his digits returned to your pelvis and up to the hill of your mons.

You gasped your own air there, feeling tickling fingertips that moved in unison against horsehair chords. He was playing notes, you figured, of something guttural. The fine tuned instrument was one he had been caring for for years now and he knew it like no other. It was one both his own and yours and you knew just how to pluck him the same. You’d played the sweet music of his sighs and gave one of your own both of and against your violation.

It was that tandem game that marked the line of you versus him. The one you both wanted to play into in hopes of creating something new. A child would be your ultimate melding and something you feared now to lay your hopes on. You thought you might be expecting too much from this unseen thing and had been taking each bloody failure personally.

Donnie had reminded you.

You were fertile.

You both were.

It was your chemistry sets that weren’t mixing for the right solution.

You could only make the environment an advantageous one, but until the cells mixed, there would be no reaction.

There would be no split and division.

There would be no small growth.

There would be no ultimate melding.

That was okay, wasn’t it?

You got so close.

Right now it was hard to tell where Donnie ended and you began.

There were your mating marks.

Your wedding bands.

Your tied mysticism.

His hands on you.

Your skin to his.

Atoms if anything was all that separated you.

It was okay.

If it never took.

If it never happened.

If nothing were to come of it.

You had each other.

You would have each other.

Your eyes opened and felt wet.

You blinked a few times from streaking tears and studied your mate who at some point had switched sides of the bed to better access you. He looked to be his own sort of weepy, but no tears were falling. You hadn’t thought you were in that mystic room between you both, but it felt like he was feeling the same. You guessed that emotional tether went just as deep as you imagined.

You found he was counting and squeezing your flesh now. From moving down in stimulation, he dragged upward on a slow beat and stretched and pressed into you. Besides the mist bringing shine to his gaze, he was otherwise not quite where you were. You imagined he was in that same liquefied state only in the position you imagined. He was still holding you together, now seemingly literally and the care he was keyed into was one he could not break from.

You relaxed into it and didn’t shy away from the sensations now. You felt how he pressed into you and what that stirred. As he said he was massaging your womb, but it felt like more than that. Whether it was in your head or not, it felt as though he were opening blocked channels. You guessed that was the spiritual aspect he had mentioned and you couldn’t quite knock the thought. You felt rich and full of warm feelings and thick nourishing blood.

The word ‘prowess’ came to mind and you weren’t sure who it addressed. You knew Donnie was skilled at basically whatever he set his mind to and this was no exception. It also felt like it meant you and what you were capable of doing and bringing. You brought giant mutant men to their knees without a second thought. You did only what you could, but it flowed out with repercussions that spoke of far greater things. It was an action you often downplayed, but in this moment, right now, you felt like you could create anything.

Did that extend to life?

You were cautious after what you had been through.

It had been no time and all the time in the world.

For some, they’d already be knocked up.

For others, they would spend years trying.

It was all different pathways and journeys just like the ones in your abdomens. They mapped out New York’s roads in a grid system that connected everyone. From you to Donnie to your neighbors and beyond, you were all a living tapestry that continued to be woven. There was no exact pattern followed, only fabric cords that continued to be laid, one on top of the other.

Like Donnie’s hands against his own.

Like Donnie atop you.

Like that push down inside your body.

Like the building of your womb to make it a hearth.

You were ready to stop Donnie when he came to a halt all his own. He cooled down, flapping his hands out from apparent cramping and moved right back into you for that early clockwise motion. It was the end of the process, you could tell, starting at the beginning, and you watched him with growing affection. His focus stunted from having been so intense for so long and he was using you as a literal grounding technique to bring himself back. It made his swipes now far less coordinated than his earlier ones, but when he finally came to his real conclusion, it was raising tired eyes to meet yours.

His crow’s feet wrinkled affection at seeing you and you both moved inward to kiss.

You were both rejuvenated in different ways and it was against your mouth that he mumbled to you. “You need to drink water.”

“Okay…” You chuckled into a few more presses before he went to get you some.

You sat up only partially so your stomach would crease again.

It helped you feel the pudge of your innards and the latent heat that continued to trickle from all where Donnie had massaged. He appeared again, by your side and with a bottle that you took first out of duty then ravishing thirst. You downed the whole thing before you realized it and when you came away with a dribble to the side of your mouth, Donnie swept it up with his tongue. He then shared the cool moisture, licking into your mouth and you teased him with eager noises as he got a taste.

He broke free with a gape and heavy breath.

You watched him, leaning back on your elbows and panting in a similar manner.

He watched you swipe your tongue over your lips and he had to physically shake his head to clear his thoughts.

“Should I tell you how it feels?” You wondered.   

“No need.” He stepped back as if there was some grand reveal.

You stared for a moment before searching for whatever he was trying to show you.

It increased his smile.

“What…?” You asked genially.

He churred between chuckles and hopped forward playfully.

It landed his knuckles on either side of your hips and he leaned into you with a glint in his eye.

You loved when he broke his serious character and reached up to scratch under his chin.

You found his favorite junction and his churr flared delight.

“D-demonstration…” He forced out between the rolling thunder and you stopped to give him a chance at lucidity.

He immediately hooked your pants and you got the message to lift your hips.

You did so with a clench to your core and you felt a dribbling flow before he moved.

It was a rush similar to when blood piled up inside you and you almost stopped him for that fear, but he shared a glance with you that said otherwise.

Though you felt the first sensation, you had difficulty believing anything had been built up until he began to remove your bottoms. Both pairs were taken at the same time and as soon as the cotton fibers pulled against one another, you felt the soak. It then came with a peel as the fabric was shimmied down your hips until it felt near impossible for whatever was between your legs to come free.

It did because nothing was holding it, but the sop traveled down and you watched with huge eyes as you saw the sticky mess revealed there. It clung in stringy puddles to your underwear and beyond where it had leaked out to your jeans. An odd sort of laugh rattled in your open mouth and Donnie took great care in making sure that spill on the clothes did not touch you as it traveled down your legs.

Your thighs bumped one another and that soak still found a way to dirty you.

You could feel it already leaking onto the bed.

A hand crept over your stomach to examine, but Donnie’s voice stopped your momentum.

“I must taste!” He growled out before clenched teeth kept him at bay.

“That… good…?” You asked, breathless from the revelation that you had gotten this wet without a single specific horny thought.

“Ambrosia.” Donnie basically demanded it of you.

You felt your body tilt into your smile. “That would defeat the purpose I’m told.” 

“True…” Donnie sneered before his attention shifted. 

You knew exactly what he was going to do because it was already in his hands. He cradled the set of your bottoms and was meticulous in extracting your underwear from your pants. They hung heavy in the gusset with slick and he had all the pupil expanding pretense of a pubescent teen as he brought the cotton up to his beak. He first inhaled with eye rolling euphoria as he soaked in the scent. He licked his lips next before he delicately rearranged his grip. Your honey shined from where it was presented in a strip across his fingers and he was discordantly ferocious to his preparatory care as he moved to devour the sap. It was messy slurps that had your cunt clenching in lonely pulses since that tongue should have been in you. 

“Donnie…” 

“Not enough…” He graveled out with your underwear still clinging to his face. 

“Gone already…?” You squirmed in a show that you had the pot that had once filled his bowl. 

“If I can’t taste more in the usual sense then I have to partake in another way…”

You hiked your legs up so your heels caught the edge of the bed and you were spread wide to him. “I wonder how…?”

“Not like that.” He hissed even though he dove toward you and tossed the underwear aside like a lesser thing. 

The moment his body dropped close, you heard his cock slop out with a soaked sound.

He had no embarrassment and continued to move. He threaded his arms through the bend of your legs so your knees sat atop his forearms. He then dipped down to catch your ass and lift you straight into the air. It strung you up, spread open to him, and you felt the mess between your legs drip further from gravity.

“T-this position won’t-!” You cried out as he bounced your body to get you closer. “The gravity!”

You caught his neck and helped angle yourself the best you could.

He slammed your torso flat against his plastron and held you in a tight hug to free up one limb.

There he disappeared below you to wrangle his cock and set its boiling tip at your entrance. “Fuck the position.”

He adjusted your load again and this time you bounced on his glans.

“Fuck the pillow.”

You felt the flex of his fist as he fed his cock into you.

“Fuck the time table. For once. Just us. What we want.”

His hand disappeared to return you to your strung up position and he lowered you down his shaft at an achingly slow pace.

You felt your features open up to him and he chased this with a dark roving of his eye. You slid down until the pop of his spread expanded wide within you as a lock. He adjusted your being one final time before fucking you in his arms. You cried out at the fold and heat and how obscenely lewd each squelch sounded. It was ADR laid over a pathetic porno, but painfully real. It brought the boil from his cock to your cheeks and you felt yourself crying out in tandem for each drop of your body.

Only your pelvis seemed to dip as he had your legs and you struggled to find a grip. His neck and shoulders weren’t enough so you dug your nails into his upper plastron lip and that proved to be the best you could get. He thrust up, burying deep and felt dangerously close to springing out on each back swing. It was the soak that was negating his glans and you almost wished you could clamp down on him to keep him in place.

An impossibility as this was on his terms, you instead felt your head loll freely as you gave over to him. He churred like an off the hook dial tone and the sound became a point you locked on to. It surrounded you and caressed you. It reached inside as he had before except now he was excavating your cervix which had risen to peak position.

As Donnie said, this moment wasn’t about breeding and instead both of you. It was your connection and your time together. It was one you both manifested and you would come together because you wanted to and not for the beaten down end goal. You grew closer, tightening in spite of the incessant hose of your fluids. There was no catching him amongst the slip and from the angle you couldn’t properly seat the knot. Instead you bumped against it, barely squeezing it in between forceful strokes and Donnie only grunted as he came sharply.

You chased after him and together you felt the precarious wave of cumming during standing sex as it meant letting go would mean you were both going down.

Only sheer will kept you both upright and you felt the quake as Donnie lurched forward. You rose with your arm strength alone to kiss him and it gave him the boost necessary to hobble you both to bed. There you fell on your back and you were finally able to lock your legs possessively around him. He rocked against you, trying to alleviate the weight and chase a little more of your soaked sex. You felt a renewed build up, both from not having enough and the feeling of what was brought on by too much. Donnie churred out his question and you gave a mating call in response that you would be fucking directly into a second round without break.

-

“What does my period smell like…?” You murmured into Donnie’s plastron from where you were curled up on the couch and in a mental debate to make that trek to the bed.

“I akin it to the smell of sweat if blood were to have that property.”

“That’s… an interesting way to put it.” You pulled your legs a little tighter and imagined the scent there could be cut off.

“It’s the bacteria and dying cells.” Donnie continued on. “Sweat similarly doesn’t have an odor, but when it mixes with bacteria on skin, it picks one up.”

“Bacteria in my pussy…”

“There’s an entire biome.” Donnie offered.

You made a noise that said you understood.

He rubbed your lower back as he tried to help alleviate the faint cramps plaguing you.

The cycle had begun yet again.

He leaned against your head.

“It’s weird to think about…” You breathed deeply. “When I’m ovulating, you smell the fresh cells and it smells good, but then it sort of rots and slops off and gets bad and old and gross…”

“For bad I would substitute ‘unviable'. Old, in a way, but gross is debatable. It is a biological process; it knows no shame, only society has unnecessarily written one.”

“Don’t tell me you’d eat that too.”

Donnie’s silence spoke far too loudly.

You found his arm through the blanket to pinch him.

He nuzzled into your head. “I’d consume all of you if you’d let me.”

“Cannibal.”

“Carnivore.” He corrected.

“Omnivore!” You emphasized. “You’re human too!”

He trilled proud at your knowledge.

You tipped your head up to kiss him. He shared a lingering expression there that you took as supportive before he met you.

💜NEXT💜

My betas are always busy chugging with fixes @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

[britt-kageryuu]

The thought hit me the other day while watching a videogame top 10 list.

TMNT in the Fallout universe!

While a majority of my ideas more apply with Rise, there are still many that fit with other versions.

Now since there isn't a version of Fallout in New York yet, it leaves alot of room for interpretation. Like creating Vaults, what some places have turned into, how Mutants from TMNT might have been effected from the nuclear blasts, like near immortality? Maybe?

But I can also see Donatello stealing multiple different types of tech from basically everyone he thinks doesn't deserve it, lots of Power Armour and vehicles. The Brotherhood of Steel both want him on their side, but hate him because he doesn't think they deserve their tech either.

Raphael would have to be kept away from raiders, and various fighting rings, it's self explanatory. But this also depends on the version, some may just want to make a sanctuary for their families, and maybe any non hostile critters that won't cause trouble.

Leonardo depending on the version might just help with training the members of settlements that the Turtles watch over, and patrolling for anyone who might cause trouble.

If you follow the Medic Leo headcanaon they might make more advanced medicine, and ways to clear radiation, and drugs from peoples systems.

Michelangelo is a bit harder, maybe he acts as a cook for some settlements, maybe he watches over the kids at times. Or maybe he figures out how to fix a bunch of arcade machines, or game systems because he craves entertainment.

April and Casey depending on how you want to take it, maybe tmnt style mutants, maybe ghouls, maybe they watch over all of the couple descendants. But either way they watch over and help out, whatever you call the New York apocalypse, like as mechanics, protectors, if she would still want to April could still be a reporter, but face a weird mix of people listening who like or hate her.

Splinter would probably act as a leader, and teacher. Who might be a little close to smaking any of the other 'Leaders' who won't stop trying to spread misinformation about his clan, with the sharp edge of Leo's Katana.

Now as for the Foot, they would probably to preoccupied fighting off raiders, ghouls, super mutants, and the general hostile environment, to worry about the remains of the Hamato Clan.

The Kraang/Krang (depending on the version) probably gave up on Earth, and are bothering some other race in the universe. Maybe.

The Purple Dragons would probably be a fairly large raider gang, but moved far away from the Turtles territory if only to get out of range, and mess with some other people, like 2-3 states away.

Baxter Stockman all depends on the version, but I can see him also trying to get far away from the Turtles, probably on his way to being like the brains from the Big MT, or one of those other robots with a brain in them. Maybe like Mr. House?

With the Rise verse the whole Yokai thing could add an interesting layer to everything, but really I can see Big Mama still just running her Battle Nexus just toss in some Raiders, Super Mutants, Deathclaws, Feral Ghouls and general Fallout insanity.

As for the TMNT Mutants, well I don't quite know, maybe some side with the turtles, maybe they moved elsewhere. I don't know some of them well enough to guess.

Well since I'm not as familiar with Fallout, I don't know how much more to take this, but I welcome other to add, and make their own interpretations of TMNT in the Fallout universe.

[imsoquarky]

OKAY IM GONNA TALK ABOUT TMNT MM NOW

WARNING FOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!! THIS IS A RAMBLE POST, I AINT TIPTOEING AROUND IT!!!

Also, probably gonna start making # for post types. I feel like I reblog so much stuff that it's hard to find my actual content-

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Starting off the bat, everyone who said Rise lovers were gonna love MM were absolutely correct. I adored this movie with every fiber of my being and I really think it could bring new people into the TMNT fandom just as ROTTMNT did.

While I will always be sad that Rise did not get the merch it deserved, I am over the moon that MM is getting it. The toys I've seen and merch I've gotten are already extraordinary. For the most part they are very very well made and most of it doesn't look like they've seen their entire family be brutally ripped limb from limb.

But moving away from my opinions about merch which is a whole other bag of worms being the physical item lover I am. THE MOVIE WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!

The storyline, the characters, the voice acting, the line delivery, the writing, the comedy, and ofc most of all

THE ART!! OMG THE ART!!! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE BIT!!! I see so much dragging on the art of this movie because it's ugly BUT THATS THE WHOLE POINT!!! It's meant to be messy, asymmetrical, even uncomfortable at times. Every character is so vastly different from the last, including every single background character. Some of my favorite overall designs were Splinter, April, Stockman, Superfly, Mondo Gecko, and even that fuckin BEAST Superfly turned into at the end.

This was the first iteration I watched where Splinter started out as a rat, being only into the more modern media, I had no idea that he was originally a pet. I could go on and on about MM Splinter and that is what I am going to do. I LOVED HIM. SO MUCH. He was such a dad, and an absolute badass when he wanted to be. Kicking ass to save his sons and just worried out of his mind about them. Despite his distain for humans, he was willing to take their help when it was offered. Instead of reprimanding his sons right then and there, he'd give them a hug and make sure they were safe beforehand. And when he saved them from getting their blood taken (I'm not calling it milking, please don't make me omg- /lh), he was like "I told you so!" but not in like.. a toxic way?? I never thought Splinter would end up as my favorite of any iteration, yet... here we are.

But y'all probably aren't all that interested in my gushing about Splinter yeah? Let's talk about the turtles, going from my favorite to least favorite (not to say I don't absolutely love them all, I just like some more than others.)

Raphael and Donnie are tied, but I'll start with just Raph. Raphael very much reminded me of when I was younger. Down to the struggled with volume & um... well, anger issues. Deep down, he loves and cares about his brothers, but he wants to branch out and meet new people. It's not that he doesn't want them to be there when he dies, it's that he wants to know other people outside of them. He loves them, but it's only natural to not want to ONLY have them.

Donatello was a silly guy, lots of playful jabs at his brothers and I just loved him. Also, the guy can DRIVE. Technically, being old enough, most places I know you can get a learners permit, so he probably realistically could drive. Despite complaining about having a "giant stick" much like 2012 Donnie, I found myself less annoyed by his complaints. Maybe I'm bias? Who knows. Point is, I loved him.

Leonardo, like Raph, was extremely relatable. With his upbringing and having a very anxious father, it makes sense to have such chronic anxiety. I swear, sometimes I feel like a mix between MM Leo and MM Raph. While ofc, I wasn't a fan of the little crush on April, it's not unrealistic. This is the first girl they've met and he has dreams of getting a girlfriend, obviously a 15 year old like that is gonna fall head over heels for the first girl he sees. Hell, when I first found out girls could like girls I honestly wasn't much different. (Ofc, I'm not a girl anymore, but that's besides the point here). But April shutting him down at prom was a relief, I'm hoping it just stays as a little puppy crush. It was handled SO much better than 2012 ever did, and I'm standing by that.

Now Michelangelo. Mikey was the SWEETEST OMG. Him and Mondo were an adorable duo and I'm hoping in future content we get more of them. Also, what is with Mikey and almost getting hit with cars in this film? I think the mans needs to keep away from the streets because he's like the critters down here in Kansas, very bad luck with cars. Only reason he's probably my least fav here is because I guess I don't have much to say about him, like, specifically?

Anyways. That's a lot of rambling, someone please talk to me about MM.