#Raphie boy

[foxsoulart]

Look it's Raphie boy!

I have an issue, like why can't I just go look at the references I have? It's fine. This was a quick one anyway

[kinun]

Oh god, oh no, Raph is lost

So I made crochet rise! Turtles and just now I noticed that Raph is gone. I have cats so I'm afraid he's been taken.

He's not on the floor or anywhere nearby where I kept him.

This is truly a sad day.

[dontfeedmeaftermidnight]

Now it's a Raph!

[thatkoiboi]

Part 1 | Part 2

I love Sunset Duo, they are just so warm~

[xxlea-nardoxx]

My friend said, that they look like a boyband.......he was right.

I would listen to their music.

[redkehlchen]

I sometimes really enjoy watching the dub after watching stuff in english, because some lines just catch you completely off guard-

[imagionationstation]

Feral Raphie

Playful in the most violent way possible

“Now. Now, now, now, now, mine, now-“

“Just give me a minute!”

Raph makes a grumbled sound under his breath, the rumble registering as a pout to Mikey’s inexperienced turtle-ese, and Mikey allows a hand to stray from his t-phone just long enough to pat his older brother’s head before he was back to blowing up the zombies on his screen. “Good Raph.”

Raph sulks off the couch and leaves his vision, so Mikey turns his full attention on his video game. This proved a mistake, and the next thing he knows, he’s flat on his plastron with the full weight of a turtle on him, eyes watering as the beak that slams the floor stings. “Dude!”

“Ha!” Raph expresses his triumph with a few additional chirps, remaining perched on his carapace. Mikey hopes that ignoring him will make him actually give up this time, but when he gets no reaction, Raph growls in new frustration, and digs the nails that he refuses to let them trim into his shoulders. “Ow, ow, ow-!”

Mikey raises his arm and smacks his forehead with the t-phone, startling Raph enough that he’s able to knock off his weight, rolling and then rising into a crouch. He glances at his shoulder, finding that one area is dotted with blood. “Bro! Not cool!”

Raph lowers his plastron to the floor, very clearly about to pounce a second time, and Mikey slips his t-phone into his pocket. The only way to keep him from actually wounding anyone is a game of keep away. It’s exhausting to all parties, but as Donnie and Leo are busy, Mikey is going to have to be the fun brother. “Fine! You want to play? Come get me!”

More than slightly overprotective. (If you are his, no one else may touch you.) Doesn’t trust humans, even ones his brothers say he should trust.

“Jones, I am going to kill you!”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“I told you I was busy!”

“Well, you always say that!”

“Because it’s true!”

“I didn’t even do anything! You’re the one who-!”

With a cry of fury, Donnie tackles his lab’s intruder to the ground. The blind rage swallows any chances of rethinking a fight next to the lab table covered in the reminent of his latest project. Even with their missing brother returned home, he wasn’t sleeping very well, and Casey had the unfortunate timing to interrupt while he was in the middle of a sensitive part of his experiment.

Never one to back down from a fight, Casey knocks him off and aims to sock him in the face, but Donnie blocks and then kicks his side, sending him rolling. He gets to his feet, and goes to leer intimidatingly over the human, but Casey chucks a puck, and it slams him into his forehead. He yelps in pain, and Casey jumps up, tripping him when he instinctively stumbles back.

He lands on his rear and then finds himself in a headlock, hands coming up to grasp the jacket sleeves even though he knows Casey wouldn’t really choke him. “I didn’t mean it, dude! Now say uncle!”

That is not about to happen, because giving him a win is the last thing his pride will allow, and Donnie snaps, “Just let me go, meathead!”

“Mine!”

The new voice barely registers when a Casey suddenly releases him with a scream. Donnie dives back and whirls in shock, horrified to find that Raph had sunk his teeth into the teen’s shoulder, a low growl rising as Casey tries and fails to shove him off.

“Raph, no!” Donnie rushes forward and puts hands on either side of his jaw, digging into the the back and forcing his mouth to open.

Casey falls forward, and Raph spins to face him, blood staining his bared teeth. Donnie puts some distance between them, prepared to defend. The fury is blinked away before his older brother darts to his side, walking around him and checking him over for any wounds. Casey starts to rise of the floor, and Raph growls, placing himself between them.

“Raph.” His older brother tilts his head slightly, eyes barely pinpricks.

“Raph, it’s not what it looked like.” Donnie hurries to find a reasoning that he would understand. “It was just- like playing! A game! That’s it. He’s not a threat.”

Raph frowns and Donnie insists, “Just playing. Not a threat.”

He looks between them and then narrows his eyes. “Mine. No play.”

“No more playing,” Donnie agrees nervously.

Raph stomps over to Casey, glaring him down. “Mine.”

“No fighting your bro. Got it.” Casey consents warily.

Raph appears satisfied, and he lowers himself onto all fours, dashing out of the room. Donnie sprints to Casey’s side the minute that he’s out the door, looking over the bite, “Are you okay?”

“He just took a bite out of me. That is so metal.”

“Idiot. Hmm, let’s get this cleaned.”

“Since your crazed brother attacked me, does that make us even?”

“No, it means I won.”

Loves cuddles, hates sleeping alone (reminds him to much of his nights in a cell. #Gone Feral Trauma)

Leo doesn’t know how it’s possible for his brute of a brother to retain ninja-sneak-instincts as a literal brute, and yet still not know how to locate an arm not at all hidden under a blanket.

“Gah!” He clenches his teeth and he jerks it to his chest, pain banishing sleep as he glares at the shelled figure who’d just stepped on his wrist. “Raph!”

Raph crouches down to sniff Leo’s abused appendage and then lets loose a puff of air that almost sounds like a scoff, lowering himself between Leo and the edge of the bed. Leo scoots back until his carapace touches the wall to offer room, and the grumbles, “I thought you were with Mikey.”

He’d put some distance between them, but Raph closes it now, nudging his shoulder with his beak. Leo goes to push his face away, wondering what ungodly hour he’d been woken up at, and then he pauses, his hand curving to cup the damp cheek. “Hey. You okay?”

A soft grunt and he presses his face into Leo’s hand, and Leo complies by running it over his head. He’s careful not to touch the scars left over by the muzzle, moving to scratch the back of his neck, somewhere the carapace prevents Raph’s from reaching.

Raph drops and settles on his side, a position that he leaves him vulnerable, trusting Leo with this truth. Leo stops scratching to grab the extra pillow, handing it to him. Both hands kneed into it, adding new tears to the old, and giving him something that isn’t flesh to satisfy the terror-fueled need to hurt back.

Leo wraps the arm around him, looking into the dark as he feels his brother’s faint trembling. “It was just a nightmare. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

A soft whine. “Mine.”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

He somehow manages to tuck himself closer to Leo, a purr vibrating between their plastrons, easing the worry that plagues his older brother. Leo closes his eyes, “You’re home. You’re safe. I promise.”

[tblsomedoodles]

Au of your Au

What if 03 Raph went through the portal with Angie?

HI! Fancy seeing you here! : D

But ok, imagine this.

Draxum, after having his lab blown up, weapons stolen, and just generally harassed by 4 teenage turtles and their weird, bat obsessed human, finally puts his foot down and tries to take them out. He lays a trap (*cough* evil league of mutants episode *cough*) but instead of the enemy he was expecting, he gets this

Now Raphie ('03) doesn't have mystics or anything like that. But he's been a ninja for 30 years. He's fought a variety of monsters. Hell, he fought DINOSAURS in SPACE and WON. Draxum doesn't stand a chance.

In other words, if Raphie ended up going with Angie back to Rise, there would be NOTHING stopping him from claiming all those kids (including April) as his. he would take one look at these kids, see their very much still detached father and be like "nope, these are mine now." I imagine he would even try to train them properly (even though teaching is not his strong suit. it had to be better than mimicking movies.)

Honestly, in the normal version, if he could go through with Angie, he would have. But the portal wouldn't let him (it's basically a 'return to sender' portal. just sends them back to their normal dimension.) I mean, sure, he would have been worried about his own siblings, he'd have left them mid-fight, which is something he'd hate doing. But his brothers could handle themselves, and Angie needed him. So he would have went.

Thank you! This was really cool to think about! : )

[sharoscylla]

Couple of Florida boys turtles pics! A bunch of sweet beans and a couple of sad beans :<

[tillofrog]

MY FIRST POST!!! WOOOO!!

This is a couple of days old, it’s a picture of ma boi raphie from Mutant Mayhem. I L-O-V-E that mo-vie!! 😝 I will guard their scrunkely souls with my life. Touch them and die…

I started out as a “good” work in colour but got too bored and switched to B&W and just bullshited the rest. You can see the quality difference… T-T

Timelapse replay: (Total time: 1:20)

[minumi-chan]

Words you didn't say - ch 2 preview

So this story is a companion story to "A Twin Thing."

It focuses on Raph and Don this time, and will intersect in later chaps with the Twins' story. Chapter 1 can be read here on tumblr or A03

It will follow the same beats as the Twins' storyline, starting as tots and following the bros as they age in both the good future... and the bad one.

~~~~~~ Nine years old ~~~~~~

“Wish we had eggs... Or hmm... some tamayo rice...” Leo whines, cheek smushed against his palm and his elbow resting rudely on the table in their father's absence. The spoon in his hand squeaks against the side of his chipped mug as he scrapes every last grain of oats out and onto his eager tongue.

“Tama-go,”  Donnie stresses the last syllable, but the admonition lacks the vindictive spirit with which he usually relishes correcting his not-twin. His own spoon digs listlessly into his mushy oats and crushes any still whole grains against the side of the cup. 

“Still too lumpy, Dee?” Raphael reaches across the table to offer, “Want me to mush it up for ya, so it gets smooth how you like it?”

Donnie doesn’t answer right away. The overly large glasses that frame his face make his mismatched eyes seem bigger as they look up at him, then down with a worried brow at the cup in front of Raphael. Though it has been empty since he took his second bite, Raph draws his hands back to his cup, shuffling his spoon around as if he still has some left and is just drawing it out to savor it. Donnie’s nostrils flare and he wriggles his snout with a sniff, staring at Raph and his cup now with a calculative gaze. 

Leon exhales with an air of annoyance, throwing a glance at Raph’s cup before pinning a sour look on his twin, “Just eat it, Dontron. Stop being so picky.” 

“Don’t start, Leo,” Raphael warns with a frown. Before the slider can make a smart comment back though, their littlest brother interrupts. 

“Raphie,” Mikey pauses to lick his spoon clean of every last grain, and holds up his empty cup. "Coul’ I get s’more, peas?"

When measuring out what was left of their overnight oats that morning, Raphael had only put two big spoonfuls in his cup. That left him just enough to scoop four spoonfuls each for the twins. In the last cup he added two more than in the twins’, because he knows they wouldn’t mind if it was for their littlest brother. And because Mikey cries the loudest when his tummy gets gassy during the long wait between their meals. His baby brother’s sweet round eyes watch him innocently, until his nose scrunches up, and he releases a tiny little sneeze. 

“Why do you smell sad, Raphie?” Mikey’s voice wavers just a touch, rubbing his nose. 

The lump forming in Raphael’s throat strangles his words silent. He forces himself to release his empty mug so he does not crush it in his grip and cause another problem altogether. It clinks against the table with a hollow sound as he pushes it away, feeling Leo’s observant gaze following his every move, and Mikey’s watery eyes aiming at him from the opposite direction. Swallowing thickly, he can scent his own rising anxiety in the air around him as he tries to figure out how to explain...

That they don’t have any more... The cupboards are bare, and have been for days. They don’t have anything else left to eat... 

Mikey’s voice knocks him out of his spiral, “I can has it?” 

Raph’s vision regains focus on his little brothers and he blinks. Donnie holds out his mug to their little brother with a silent encouraging nod. A happy little chirp escapes Mikey as he takes the cup and immediately digs in.

Donnie glances back at him over the rim of his glasses before his eyes shy away from Raph again without offering a word. Leo frowns at the table in an equal amount of telling silence, picking at a knot in the wood grain. Mikey munches away on the still lumpy oats in complete and blissful ignorance. 

Raph’s chest heaves with a slightly shaky breath. He dredges up a grateful smile when Don looks up again. Hesitating a moment, Donnie nods before turning back to their littlest brother to wipe a stray grain of oatmeal off of his cheek with a napkin. Raphael focuses on deep breaths, like Dad has shown him to do when he gets too anxious. After a minute, his nerves calm and he finds his mental footing. 

Now he has until dinnertime to figure out how he’s going to get his little brothers their next meal.....

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I continue to be totally okay and totally normal and not crying about these turtles since viewing the Rise movie. //heavy sarcasm

I am really focusing on getting together several chapters of both this story and the story that will follow Mikey and Donnie because I have to plan out the intersections with A Twin Thing. And because timelines and time travel are already complicated enough as it is without fudging up my own intended storyline. I am after all, trying to fix things....

[raphieartz]

I’m posting a lot but give me a break :,)

[istherewifiinhell]

Due to factors both personal and professional shit is maybe? About to get very hectic? I mean or maybe not, its kinda a "see how some ppl around me are gonna deal with some Pretty Big Stressors". Very much I am bracing for impact and will be happy if there isnt one. Okay.

[crumbobumbo]

VIRGO SZN

[xxlea-nardoxx]

Pose practices with Raphie, aka the tiny bouncy gremlin.

They don't call him "die rote Gefahr" for nothing.

[skeezpyuff]

Don't mind me, just going to the ✨️emergency room ✨️

Yo seriously tho, not sure I'd I'll be able to post tomorrow, but wish me luck as I go in!