rayngomango-art · 2 years ago
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Don’t ask
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tending-the-hearth · 2 years ago
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thinking about how if the 2012 boys met the rottmnt boys, there is ABSOLUTELY a chance that 2012!Raph would see Rise!Raph and just immediately be reminded of Slash and he just... can't relax around him. and the 2012 boys know why he's reacting that way, and they just support their brother in any way they can, but Rise!Raph doesn't get it, and even though he tries to get to know his counterpart, he can't really get past 2012!Raph flinching every time he comes close to him or reaches out towards one of his brothers
and it's not until Rise!Leo figures out that something's up, so he goes to talk to him, and oh, 2012!Raph can't resist this version of his brother, because he's reminded so much of himself, so he absolutely ends up telling Rise!Leo everything, and there may be tears involved.
Rise!Leo being like "omg you're just like me fr" and comparing Guilt™️, and yes their conversation ends with 2012!Raph actually being able to relax and joke around with his counterpart, but now 2012!Raph and Rise!Leo are attached at the hip because they've bonded over their ✨trauma✨, and if anyone tries to separate them they're probably getting bitten
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fabuloustrash05 · 2 years ago
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Anytime I see a Tumblr poll regarding TMNT, you can just tell the people who are voting for Rottmnt or just Rise Donnie are obviously not thinking/analyzing the question and just voting for them based on favoritism/“it’s the only series I watched”. 
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yumeyumeappleo · 2 years ago
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turtle doodles on that whiteboard thing
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drawing on that whiteboard thing is so much more fun than going to my actual drawing app
anyways we don’t talk about the quality
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goodlucktai · 2 months ago
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13 with sunset duo :)))
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13. “I would believe that you’re fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so.”
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Raph probably would have been successful in sneaking to his room if Mikey hadn’t decided to swing by the kitchen for a snack refill. When he flicks the light on, his biggest brother freezes mid-step cartoonishly and they both just stare at each other, one caught, the other confused. 
“Uh, hi,” Mikey says. “Is your Goon Gala with Casey over already?”
It’s what the former Foot recruit calls it when she and Raph get together to be rowdy and reckless and somewhat violent but like recreationally. Full throttle vigilantism. Mikey tagged along once and was so exhausted by the end of the night he had to be carried home—allegedly!!
The twins quietly disapprove, but they haven’t ratted Raph out to pops yet. They probably think the same thing Mikey does; that it’s good that Raph has something that’s his. It would be better if it was something safer, shared with someone slightly less likely to commit felonies for fun, but it’s a start. 
“Uh, yep,” Raph says awkwardly, standing kind of sideways. “Raph’s actually pretty wiped, I was gonna—”
Mikey’s eye for color pings. That’s the only explanation for why his subconscious was like hey something’s wrong about this picture and his gaze flicks down to follow the thought. 
It lands on the hilt of a knife sticking out of the thigh Raph is trying to keep out of view. Deep red drips down his knee.
Mikey drops the empty popcorn bowl, stray unpopped kernels scattering across the floor. 
“Hey, hey, no, it’s okay,” his brother says quickly, heading off the very loud reaction he can sense building up between them like an active geyser. “Shh, Mike, come on. I’m fine.”
It would work a lot better if one of the two hands he held up to shush him wasn’t bloody. Mikey’s panic wracked up another three levels automatically. 
“I would believe that you’re fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so–”
“Language,” Raph scolds by rote.
“Don’t language me!!” Mikey says shrilly. “What happened? No, don’t answer that. I know what happened, you got stabbed. You should be in the infirmary already! You go, and I’ll get—”
“No!” Mikey is grabbed by the shoulders, actually lifted off the floor so he and his brother are eye-to-eye the way Raphie has a bad habit of doing when tensions are high as Raph goes on, “Leo doesn’t need to know. I’ll take care of it.”
Mikey blinks, processing that. It takes a minute, because it might be the stupidest thing this particular brother has ever said directly to his face. And then he scowls. 
When he bellows, “LEO!” it’s in that particular baby brother voice that gets every older sibling in a mile radius moving with gusto. If Donnie weren’t at April’s for the night he would have removed the kitchen wall to get there two seconds faster. 
As it is, Leo tumbles into the room wild-eyed, probably wondering what the hell could have happened in the three minutes between Mikey asking him to pause the movie and this targeted attack on every protective instinct in Leo’s body. 
It takes him a second to clock that Mikey is present and correct and just sort of dangling in Raph’s hands still. Then he leans against the doorframe, playing it cool. What a nerd. 
“Guess this is where the party’s at,” he says, doing that thing where he manages to look at Raph without looking at him. “So what’s the cover fee? Any live music?” 
He probably would have kept going, but he’s processing the scene with sharp eyes, and that’s about when he connects the blood on Raph’s hand to the blood on his leg. Every single ounce of disingenuous charm and cheer evaporates from him instantly. His smile drops like a ton of bricks. 
“What the fuck, Raph?” Leo says in a tone Mikey doesn’t know if he’s ever heard from him before. “Is that a knife? Casey let you get fucking stabbed?”
He moves while he’s talking, so fast that Mikey isn’t a hundred percent sure he didn’t actually teleport. He has the daisy-printed dish towel formerly hanging on the oven door in his hands and he’s kneeling at Raph’s side, wrapping it around his thigh and pressing down hard. 
“Jesus, language,” Raph says, lowering Mikey to the ground before taking a resigned seat in one of the kitchen chairs. “Casey didn’t let me do anything. I’m fine, I’m handling it. You should see the other guy.” 
“You’re—you’re handling it,” Leo parrots blankly, as if those words in that order don’t make any sense to him at all. “I should see the other guy. Is this a joke to you?”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” Raphael’s annoyance makes sense, since Leo has adamantly refused to take anything seriously since he was given the leader badge to wear. If Leo slacked off before, he is pointedly doing the absolute bare minimum now. 
He’s obviously trying to prove something to someone. Donnie just sighs when Mikey brings it up which means that he’s right but also that Donald isn’t going to break the disaster twins’ honor code by admitting out loud that he’s right. 
“This isn’t about missing training,” Leo grits out, really, properly angry. “This is about you sneaking around with a knife sticking out of your leg and scaring Angie and letting me find out by accident instead of—I dunno—calling the second it happened? Were you just going to go yank this out of your leg in the shower and put a bandaid on it?”
Raphie is in pain, and his temper has been poked, so he replies, “For the past month you’ve been acting like nothing matters to you anymore! You’ve wanted nothing to do with me, you don’t want my advice, you don’t want my job—the job that’s always been mine, that pops took from me and just handed to you. So where’s the line drawn? For all I knew, you wouldn’t want to help with this, either.”
If Raph had slapped him, the look on Leo’s face probably would have been exactly the same as it is right now. He’s kneeling there on the floor and there’s blood staining his fingers and the big brother he adores so much is telling him right to his face that he thought Leo would have rather just let him bleed than help. And Leo let him think it this whole time, all because he had a point to prove.
Mikey folds his arms tight, tucking his hands away so no one sees if they start shaking. There’s a saying April quoted last week when she was working on a paper for her Introduction to Literary Journalism class, can’t see the forest for the trees. Mikey didn’t get it then, but it makes an unfortunate amount of sense now.
He knows better than anybody how much his brothers love each other. He doesn’t understand how they could be so blind to what’s right in front of them. 
Raph is the kindest person in Mikey’s whole life and can always tell when a hit has landed too close to heart. Some of the anger coiled up inside him like an animal has no choice but to relax its jaw. 
“I don’t know what’s going on in your head,” he admits. “I don’t know what you want from me.” 
“I want you to stop,” Leo says. It’s not a shout, but it’s loud, bouncing off all the polished surfaces until it fills the whole room. “Stop believing in me. Stop acting like I could ever be half the leader you were. Stop—stop getting hurt and acting like it doesn’t matter. What would we do without you?” 
What will I do without you, he doesn’t say, when you’re not there for me to follow anymore?
Raph’s eyes are huge in his face, and he lifts his hands in an automatic response to a little brother hurting within arms reach, but Leo ties the dish towel and steps back. He’s doing the not-looking-while-looking trick again. 
“Bleeding’s slowed. Let’s get you to the infirmary, big guy. Angie, Dad and Dee aren’t home so I may need your hands, okay?”
Leo always trusts Mikey to be able to help. It makes him feel three feet taller. 
“You got it!” he says, hoping one of them remembers to clean up the kitchen before Splinter gets home and wanders into a crime scene. 
When he heaves himself off the chair, Raph staggers a bit. Both his little brothers flock to either side of him instantly, and he says, “Raph’s just a little dizzy, that’s all. Let me lean on you guys for a bit.”
“Of course, Raphie,” Mikey says, willing to carry him if that’s what it takes. 
“We gotcha,” Leo adds, every other thing he must be feeling back to being a well-kept secret behind every layer of armor he owns. 
Raph puts his arms around them both and holds them close for the walk down the hall. He said he was dizzy, but his steps are steady. Everything about him is as steady as it’s always been. Mikey thinks he’s pretty good at sniffing out a scheme, but if he points out that Raph was only angling for a hug, then Leo’s going to run away like a feral cat who can’t tell the difference between affection and an attack.  
So Mikey doesn’t say anything, and squeezes closer beneath the arm Raph has around him—smiling to himself when Leo squeezes closer, too.
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imauthicktic · 2 years ago
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Mikey, looking at Y/N and Leo: they make a great couple, don’t they?
Donnie: they certainly are standing next to each other
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Mikey: what do you think Y/N’s type is?
April: tall, oblivious, goofy, skater boy vibes, plays games, and loves to hold hands
Mikey: sounds kinda like me? Too bad I’m pretty sure they aren’t into me
April: did I mention oblivious?
Mikey: yeah, why
April: just checking
Bonus:
Donnie and Y/N who were listening from afar:
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Raphael: murder wasn’t on todays agenda
Donnie: murder isn’t on anyone’s agenda
Y/N: no, it’s on mine, just not until Thursday
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Y/N: hey Raph! You wanna commit a felony?
Raphael: what the hell??
Y/N: oh sorry! *whispers* you wanna commit a felony :)
Raphael: *whispers* hell yeah
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April: look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Donnie
Y/N looking lovingly at Donnie: I don’t have feelings for Donnie
April: you are nowhere near my eyes
Donnie in the distance when he makes eye contact with you:
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pianocat939 · 11 months ago
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Part 2 of this
A new competitor for the all-reigning Donnie- (Mean Girl)
Tw: brief mentions of murder and blood, MC being sad sad
When Leo notices the bloody sheets the morning after the murder, he's a little confused. Until he catches sight of the headline blaring on the TV. Immediately, he knows that it was Donnie. Since Raph committed felony during the daytime.
He watches your interactions with people and Donnie's expression all day. He feels a little bad, watching you mope around all day, like you were dead inside. He didn't like the person you were dating either, but in a way his morals are far too good to just see you suffer.
So out of Donnie's eye, he approaches you, asking how you're feeling over the whole disappearance. He's not intense or over pushing it. Just simply checking how you're functioning.
Inevitably, he gets on your good side in an instant. Sure, he may be a pick-me bimbo, but he's still nice to be around. Leo knows Donnie is looming over his back, absolutely livid that he's blocking him off.
But Leo could care less.
His sibling was stupid enough to commit a drastic crime after losing all his morals, so he was going to act hero instead. It humors Leo, knowing that his ever-so-perfect sibling has lost it. It's like watching ice melt. Slowly thawing out into a pitiful puddle of water.
After a few months, you're still completely avoiding Donnie, and seemingly unaffected by him (Leo has had some intense fights with Donnie at home).
Leo has slowly dug himself into your heart, and plans to stay there. He's willing to defend his title against Donnie's maniacal ways.
(Idk ig I'm just starting a little war between the two)
- Celina
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normal-internet-user · 2 years ago
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💜 here, you take your time with your irl stuff BUT just know that I 100% support you doing a part two of big sis reader getting revenge for Mikey against Bradford. Take him down a peg. Maybe like— fake enrole in his class and act all stupid and inexperienced then during sparring just LAY HIM OUT in front of his class/friends?! Or something like that? I know you can do it better 💜 but take your time and deal with life, stay hydrated and well rested, I’ll be patient.
I wasn't gonna write any fic about that little thought, but you hath inspired me! Also thanks for the reminders, they are much appreaciated, highschool can be pretty ugh-
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CALL ME KARMA
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Summary: In which reader avenges Mikey by absolutely destroying Chris Bradford in his own dojo.
Warnings: None really, just Chris gettin his ass beat. and swearing.
Requested: 💜 Anon!
Female Reader!
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"Hey guys, I'm home... what the shell happened?"
Donnie sighed, "So, basic rundown. Mikey was manipulated by Chris Bradford into thinking they were friends, but turns out he works for the Foot."
You felt your vision go red, the familar feeling you get when someone harms your brother creeping up, "I'm sorry, what?"
Raph huffed, "Some douche bag celebrity tricked Mikey."
You hummed, setting down your bag, "You said Chris Bradford?"
"Mhm."
"Ok, I'll be back later."
"You just got back." Donnie said, shooting you a questioning look.
"Yeah, where are you going, Ane-chan?" Mikey asked.
You looked back at him with a smile as you pocketed your wallet, "To either get ice cream, or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way."
Before anyone could say anything else, you left, leaving behind some very confused brothers...
You arrived at Bradford's dojo rather quickly, and you quickly plastered on a smile of feighned innocence.
Walking in you smiled at the man in question, and he paused his current lesson to walk over to you, "Can I help you, miss..?"
Ignoring his question of your name with feighned stupidity, you looked up at him, "Oh, I sure hope so! You see I'd like to sigh up for some lessons! It's just not safe for a young gal like me to walk around New York with no way to defend myself, so I thought, 'Why not go to the one and only Chris Bradford for help!' and so here I am!" you smiled innocently.
The idiot chuckled, "Well, I'm always happy to teach the younger generation, my assistant will give you an extra robes and discuss payment, then you can join the class."
When he turned around to continue his lesson, you smirked wickedly, this poor idiot had no idea he was about to be schooled, Hamato style...
The entire lesson, you pretended to know nothing of ninjitsu, all the way up to the end where apperently it was tradition for Bradford to spar any new comer to, 'See how much they learned' aka, 'Make myself look better'.
You stood in the middle of the dojo, Bradford standing opposite to you while the staff and students stood off to the side.
"I won't be taking it easy on you." Bradford said, snarkily in your opinion.
"Oh, I sure hope so, Sensei." you said, innocent act gone and a scowl present.
Bradford noticed the change and you could tell he had grown nervous, but knew he couldn't back out without looking dumb infront of his peers and students.
His assistant shouted, "Start!" and the fight began with Bradford attempting to pull you into a chokehold.
You dodged, and just the way your father had taught you to take down anyone bigger, you used Bradfords momentum to yank him to the ground, his arm held behind him with one of your feet on the back of his neck.
He tried to stand up and push you off himself, but you pulled his arm tighter, and placed more pressure on the back of his neck.
"Uh- uhm, f-finished!" Shouted his assistant.
You let Bradford go, and backed up as you bowed at each other. When you straightened, Bradford glanced at you with malice, muttering, "Who are you?"
You smirked, "Oh, you've met my brothers. I'm Hamato (Name), but you can call me karma, bitch. That, was for Mikey."
"How dare you come here, Hamato, and embarass me in my own dojo-"
"How dare you mess with my kyoudai?" You scowled.
You moved to collect your things, walking out the door as you shouted, "Send Oroku Saki my regards dickweed!"
You began your way home, stopping by a convenience store to pick up a big gallon of napolian ice cream.
You then arrived home, the gallon of ice cream in hand, "Kyoudai! Otou-sama! I'm home!"
Mikey ran into the main room from the kitchen, "No way, GUYS ANE-CHAN BROUGHT HOME ICE CREAM!"
Donnie walked in, glancing at the bag now in Mikey's hand, then at you, "So I take it you didn't commit a felony?"
"I did both." you grinned, taking the ice cream back from your youngest brother so you could actually get everyone some.
Donnie sighed, and Leo and Raph joined you on your way to the kitchen, "What did you do?"
"I didn't pay a dojo fee."
Leo looked at you confused as he accepted the bowl of ice cream you handed him, "Dojo fee- (Name) you didn't..."
"HA!" Raph snorted, holding up his t-phone to show a gif of you slamming Bradford into the ground, "Look at what's trending all over the internet, 'Chris Bradford gets his butt beat by a female student.'"
Mikey smiled, "No way! You beat up Chris Bradford?"
You nudged Mikey's shoulder, "Sure did. The idiot didn't stand a chance."
"Wow, you're awesome, Ane-chan!"
"Anything for you, otouto."
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Quick little translation!
Otouto: Little Brother
Otou-sama: Father
Ane-chan: Older sister/ big sister
Kyoudai: Little brothers
If any if these are wrong, let me know!
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shveris · 6 months ago
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satosugu donnie darko AU in which suguru is donnie and satorou is frank. but instead of having satorou wear that terrifying bunny mask, it’s a mask portraying six eyes in the most horrific ways.
he also wears cheap looking angel wings that drag across the floor when he walks & just a white hospital gown that never seems to flutter, even if there’s a strong wind current sweeping suguru off his feet.
shoko is gretchen but in a non-romantic sense. it’s that person suguru starts to feel somewhat connected to, thinks shoko understands him.
his siblings are mimiko and nanako, they’re around 11 years old and adopted. they’re sweet and snippy, everything someone could want from two little twin girls.
yuki is grandma death but i’ll make her younger, call her “lady death” because it sounds more badass and she deserves that for doing what she did in the manga (iykyk).
i want choso in this too because chapter 259 destroyed me mentally but i have yet to figure out what role i’d give him — maybe his psychiatrist?
the remainder of the cast will be random people unrelated to jjk + i’d obviously change some scenes to fit suguru and other characters more.
essentially i just really like the idea of schitzo suguru losing his mind to “biblically accurate angel (satorou)” and committing felonies. it just fits him somehow…
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*TMNT Fast Forward Series*
Someone: *knocks Mikey's ice cream out of his hand*
Mikey: ....... *cries*
Raph, Donnie and Leo: *is suddenly pissed*
Raph: You better buy him a new one, you dick!
Leo: Do that shit again and I'm cutting your limbs off!
Donnie: I will commit felonies and frame you!
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yorshie · 5 months ago
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bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie bay donnie
oh. sorry. got distracted thinking about him. for blorbo bingo
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God he’s so handsome. Handshake emoji and joining you in the bay Donnie chant. Maybe we can summon him. *is actively crossing my fingers*
I need a square for “put them in more situations” but yea. Yea. He is simultaneously baby boi does no wrong and actively committing felonies as I pat his head and smooch his goggles.
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so-called-yokai · 8 months ago
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Mikey: Where are you going?
Donnie: To get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide in the tank.
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 2 years ago
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Dont just vote rise because its your favorite actually THINK
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crusadingeggplant · 5 months ago
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“average American commits 3 felonies a day” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person commits 0 felonies per day. Felonies Donnie–
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fyeah-tmnt · 1 year ago
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"People tell me that i have 'commitment issues', but that's not true. I have committed... so many felonies." - Donnie, probably
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ipostwhatiwant1202 · 1 year ago
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Casey: HIDE ME!
Me: why.
Casey: I JUST COMMITTED A FELONY.
Donnie:....how did you manage to do that?
Casey: I THOUGHT HE WAS ON THE RUN FROM THE COPS SO I HIT HIM WITH MY CAR BUT HE WAS JUST A JOGGER
Me: WHY CANT YOU COME IN HERE WITH A NORMAL PROBLEM JUST ONE TIME!?
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