#double mutation mikey

[phoebepheebsphibs]

So this is what I worked on today--

They be so skrunkly

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

"Gentlemen. A Pleasure, As Always."

@tmntaucompetition

WHAT AN ENTRANCE

LOOK AT THE BABY BOY SITTING IN HIS JESTER COSTUME IN THE BACK

HE LOOKS SO POLITE

BUADREY!!!!

Looks at the hand.png, hat hat hat hat

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Misa was still getting used to the 'box' she lived in. It was much bigger now, made by her brothers from another world. DvD had made it very big so she could have guests over a lot. And family! Misa had tons of families now, and they all could visit whenever they wanted!

But is this stanger her family? He looks familiar, he looks like a Mikey! But she's not seen a Mikey that looks like that... at least, not that she can recall.

Speaking of which, the Mikey-not-Mikey has followed her into the kitchen where she is getting some soup ready. There is a stove in the kitchen, but she isn't allowed to use it until she is older. DvD's rules. Only bigger kids can use it. Bummer.

Mikey-not-Mikey crawls on all fours to her, sniffing her ankles as she places the bowl into the microwave. She giggles at how silly he is. He looks up at her and makes a mewing sound, eyes big and curious as to what she's up to.

"Misa was just making you some Misa soup!" she explains. "It has something called 'toe-food' in it. But they're just little white squares. It tastes really good!"

Mikey-not-Mikey sniffs the microwave and starts to drool. He scratches at the microwave door.

"Not yet! Misa soup isn't ready yet!" she scolds. "Misa soup be ready soon, though. Have pait-tense!"

Mikey-not-Mikey sits down and watches the 'Misa soup' spin slowly in silence.

After a minute and a half, the microwave dings at them and Misa opens the door, pulling out a steaming bowl of broth and tofu and chopped scallions.

"Here you go! Hot soup!"

Mikey-not-Mikey stares down at the broth and starts lapping it up like a dog. Is he a puppy, and not a Mikey? Misa isn't sure...

"Are you a puppy dog?"

He looks up at Misa. He chirps 'no' at her. He goes back to lapping up the soup.

"Are you a Mikey?"

He nods, still slurping the soup. His tail wags behind him.

Misa examines this Mikey. He doesn't look like DvD's Mikey. For one thing, that Mikey wears clothes. This one is nakey. And he has way more spots and polka dots. Misa touches each little freckle and speckle on his arm, like it's a counting game.

"I like your dots," she says. "They're very pretty!"

Mikey looks up at her, face wet with broth and covered in veggies. She giggles a little. He smiles and purrs. Maybe he's a kitty Mikey?

Misa walks around him as he goes back to the soup. She sits behind him and watches his tail. It flicks back and forth, swishing every so often. Some of her families from other dimensions have tails. But she's not sure she's seen a Mikey with such a long tail like this... She tries to catch it as it slides back and forth. After missing a few times, she finally grabs it --

Mikey yowls and jumps up, looking around in shock. He growls, searching for the offender until he sees Misa hanging onto him with a wide-eyed look of shock.

"...Sorry," she mumbles, letting go of his tail and dropping onto the floor. "Misa didn't mean to hurt you..."

Mikey whimpers and nuzzles her face, as if to say sorry back to her. Misa pats his cheek and gives him a little kiss.

"Iz'okay, you didn't scare me! Misa okay."

Mikey purrs and nuzzles her more, causing her to laugh. His tail wraps around her gently in an embrace, pulling her close.

"Hey, Mikey wanna have a sleepover?"

He chirps 'yes' at her.

"Can Mikey talk?"

He shakes his head 'no' after making an attempt. The only thing he can manage is a low growling noise.

"Dat's okay. Misa understands you good. C'mon, Misa shows you where the bedroom is!"

Misa runs ahead of Mikey, who trots close behind her. She shows off her huge underground home and her lovely bedroom, full of dolls and toys and pictures of alternate dimensional adventures and people she's met, along with the biggest, comfiest bed ever.

"This is Misa's room! We can play and sleep in here!"

Mikey looks around the room in awe, sniffing everything. Every doll and toy and stuffed animal. Misa introduces them all to him. She holds them up and maneuvers them to shake hands, bow, curtsy, and speak to him. Mikey makes chirps at them all, even trying to bow in greeting to a few of them in return. He continues exploring the room... Mikey soon comes across a picture frame of Misa with her brothers. He stares at it as if it were the world's largest diamond.

He starts crying.

"What's wrong with Mikey?" Misa asks, scooting in close. "Why is Mikey crying?"

He whimpers wordlessly and points to the picture.

"Oh, family? Does Mikey miss his family?"

He nods.

Well, Misa just so happens to know a lot of versions of their family! She could ask, or open up a portal and help him find his home... Surely one of them will be his, right?

What happens next? 👀👀👀

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

Misa stared at this new friend shaped person. Was that her brother? She wasn’t sure but she of all turtles knew what it was like to be cold, scared and alone in the rain.

The four year old got her rain coat on so she could walk them inside to her “box” “Hi I’m Misa! You are my lil brother now.” She said as she got them into the warm living room. The pink clad kid ran and brought a towel to help dry up the new buddy. “Here you go, nice and good…and misa gonna get you soup!” She pat their head and ran to make some.

[red-rover-au]

Making memes of my own fic, don’t mind me

[puma-or-cougar]

Lately I've been watching a lot of Monster Don AUs in different versions of the series, and you know what? I want to be popular too… or at least put a little grain of sand on this beach.

I tried to make it scary. I hope Monster Don's design (or what little can be seen of it) is scary, or at least gives off some kind of unsettling feeling. Dude, sea turtle mouths are really creepy, so I tried to base it on that a bit, even though the diamondback was always in my head. Anyway, let's just say it's a combination; just looking like a reptile is enough.

Oh man, Mikey, my boy, you should have gone to bed earlier. Maybe that way you wouldn't have run into this version of your loving, intelligent brother ::::w:::

I hope you liked it :D. Maybe later I will publish more things about it (When I have some time available ;w;)

[truths33k3r4]

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

After having a quick panic attack from seeing the bizarre creature outside my home, the adrenaline and fear drains from my body, and I calm down. I take a much closer look at the strange little thing, being cautious to not overcrowd it or scare it. If it's anything like my cat, it would probably want to get acquainted with me via smell first. I hold my hand out and allow the small thing to sniff me, letting it get used to the many scents of my cat's fur, my hand sanitizer, (cranberry scented), and a slight charred smell from burning my hands while lighting a candle in my room. As he sniffs I see the many scars adorning its poor face, as well as the vibrant red of its irises. Poor thing.. What even happened to you?? Just as the creature was beginning to calm, his little shoulders finally lowering and the spikes on his back flattening out to his.. shell? a harsh flash of lightning near by CRACKED in the sky, making the poor thing flinch something awful. I slowly place my hand on top of his little head, a sweet churr sounding from him at the touch, and motion to my wide open door.

"Come here, little guy.. It's a bit too dangerous to enjoy the rain right now, don't ya think?"

[shru-ute]

casually bringing your mutated brother home

[onejellyfishplease]

Some art for after the reveal in my fic, open your shell to find your wings,

Just some brothers goofing around :)

Yes Donnie can store things in his shell

Yes he does abuse this power

(Don’t ask what Mikey stole from Leo, I literally have no clue what that is supposed to be lol)

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Happy Halloween!

[phoebepheebsphibs]

@belleyellsaboutturtles I was legally obligated to draw this

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

I immediately see if I can coax this poor baby inside. If it’s scratching at a door, it’s surely friendly…right? “Hi, buddy,” I whisper as I kneel down. I slowly hold out a hand to let him get familiar with me and see if he’ll come in. “Wanna get out of the rain? It’s much better in here, I promise.” I’m already making a plan in my head.

Step 1: Bring this poor baby inside.

Step 2: Grab the softest, biggest towels I have to dry this weird cat off.

Step 3: Turn on the space heater. The rain is cold and I fully intend to get this creature all warmed up.

Step 4: Grab some water. What do I put it in? It looks like it has hands…? I’ll grab a cup AND bowl, just in case.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

A supporting AU could use some help…

(I couldn’t help myself this was too fun an idea)

“I saw him run after someone into that cave! You need to hurry!” The crocodile yokai exclaims, and then watches the agent rush away.

Only once he’s completely sure that he’s gone does he approach the vent.

“Mikey….?”

This Mikey may not be his Mikey, the one he lets ride on his shoulders, the one he calls his little brother, but this a Mikey.

He’s not letting anyone get to him.

@tmntaucompetition

@phoebepheebsphibs

[animarumaeternae]

this took a lot longer than I expected but I finally got around to making fanart for one of my favorite au's!! pls go check out the Double Mutated au by @shru-ute! there's also a fanfic on ao3 called I Don't Know Why I Bite. I'm Just Scared. so go show them some love on there too!

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Mikey moans, eyes adjusting to the light. He looks at you in confusion, vision clouded over with spots and blurry from dried mucus.

"….w-whooo… Llllllllleoooooo-oh?" he croaks, before closing his eyes again.

"Oh dear," you mumble to yourself. "This won't do at all. Hold tight, I know a cure-all mystic soup that should do the trick!"

You quick run out and grab some weighted blankets that you have and cover him up. He watches in confusion as you rush around the room and care for him.

Once he's bundled and cared for, you go into the kitchen and start preparing the soup. Some special herbs from witchtown, a few mystic mushrooms from the forest, an enchanted pepper, a cursed tomato... and garlic. You add some extra veggies to help with the flavour, pour in the broth, stir for a few minutes...

You hear shuffling from behind. You turn to see Mikey watching you from around the corner.

"Little genbu, what are you doing out of bed?"

"Got lonely," he mumbles. "F-f-f-forgot where you went... th-thought Mikey was alone..."

You roll your eyes and usher him closer. At least he's feeling well enough to get out of bed. He wobbles over to your side, still clutching the blanket around his shoulders. He leans against you for support, his breathing heavy and tired. Maybe he isn't feeling well enough to be out of bed...

"You should go back to rest if you aren't feeling well."

Mikey mumbles an incoherent response. He nuzzles against your tunic and holds you tight. Well, maybe he can stay out for a bit longer if he really hates being alone... You pet his head and continue to mix in a few more herbs and spices into the soup. Mikey sniffs the air.

"Smells good."

"I'm making you my special cure-all soup!"

"C-can Mikey help?" he asks, trying to climb up onto the counter. His head rolls and he loses his balance, almost falling over before you catch him.

"Oop! No no no, you should go lie down, my little genbu. I don't want you overworking yourself if you aren't feeling well. Go get some more rest, the soup will be ready soon."

You send Mikey off to his room while you finish up with the soup.

You wonder if he actually is a genbu. He looks like a tortoise and a snake, so it is possible. Or perhaps he is a kappa? Or a dragon turtle? Maybe even a minogame... Could he be a mix between species? You hadn't thought of that! But you are certain he has some turtle blood in him. The shell is a dead giveaway.

You start thinking about where this kid came from, and why he looks so... well, beaten up. His shell has deep scars and cracks and indents, and by the looks of the patterns that criss cross over the uneven scutes, you have a feeling it didn't always look that way. His whole body is decorated with scrapes and scars, claw marks and bite marks and burns and... well, you shudder at the thought of how many injuries this boy has had. And most of them look fresh! Where could he have gotten them...?

Of course, why didn't you think of it before? It's obvious where this child came from!

The Battle Nexus!

He must've been trapped in the Battle Nexus fighting for Big Mama, and he escaped! The rest of the Yokai might enjoy those fights, but you've never been one for barbarism. And if she's kidnapping children now?! Hmmph, Big Mama has definitely gone over the edge! You tremble with anger, fists shaking as you clutch the stirring spoon.

How dare she! Taking kids?! Forcing them to fight to the death for entertainment?! This poor boy, this sweet little child! How much has she put him through? What did he have to do to escape her clutches? The only other competitor to have ever supposedly escaped was the great Lou Jitsu, but nobody had seen or heard of him since, and most assumed that he just died in captivity and the old spider was trying to cover it up with a make-believe story about his disappearance. That was, until the appearance of one 'Rat Jitsu' in the Battle Nexus who fought against the Kraken with a turtle teen.

As you boil with rage, the pot boils with a whistle, signaling that the mystic cure-all soup is ready. You take a bowl and visit the poor little invalid in his room. He's curled up in the corner of the cot, shivering from the fever as he tries to sleep but fails to. He perks up when he hears you walk in.

"Hi," you whisper as you sit by the bedside. "I brought you the soup! It should help."

Mikey sniffs it and hums.

"Sssssmells goooooooood," he says, slowly sitting up.

You help to spoon feed him, making sure he rests and none of the broth gets spilled.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you -- are you a genbu Yokai, or a dragon turtle?"

"Huh?" he asks, slurping up a limp veggie. "Whazzat?"

"It's a type of Yokai -- so, you aren't either?"

He shakes his head as he reaches for the bowl and takes it himself, sipping from it like a cup.

"So, what type of Yokai are you?"

"Mikey not a Yokai," he slurps. "Mikey is Mikey!"

"But what is Mikey? You are part turtle, right?"

He nods.

"So, you're a turtle Yokai?"

"Mikey not a Yokai," he repeats. "Mikey a mutant."

"Mutant?" you ask, tilting your head slightly. "What is a mutant?"

"It what Mikey is!" he says, pointing to himself. "Brothers mutants, too. Father mutant, but not turtle. Mikey used to be turtle mutant, but now... now Mikey different."

"Different? Different how?"

"They changed Mikey," he sighs sadly. "Now Mikey is a monster."

"Did 'they' tell you that?" you ask sadly, figuring 'they' is Big Mama and her goons.

Mikey nods, looking away.

"But didn't have to. Mikey knows."

You sigh sadly.

"I'll never understand why people enjoy the Battle Nexus," you grumble under your breath. "But, anyways... you say have a family? You have brothers and a father?"

He nods again, taking a big swig of the soup.

"Why, then they must be so worried for you! Absolutely worried sick! Imagine, being trapped away from them for so long, forced to fight every day for the brutish and barbaric entertainment of others --"

"Is THAT why they made me do it?" Mikey asks in surprised shock. "For fun? Mikey always wondered why they made us fight..."

"-- and your family couldn't do a thing about it! Mikey, we need to find them! Are they in the Hidden City?"

"Think so," Mikey says with a soft belch. "Finished soup. Thank you."

"You should be feeling better soon," you say as you pat his head. "And once you're up for it, we'll start looking for your family!"

"Really?" Mikey asks, eyes wide. "We can go look for brothers?"

"Of course! And the sooner the better. If I know that swindler of a spendthrift spider, she'll be looking for you. And looking for your family... we need to find them and warn them before she does something drastic! But, uh, don't you worry about that. We'll find your family and I'll help you no matter what. In the meantime, you get some more rest."

You pull the blankets up over Mikey and help to lull him back into rest. He looks confused and concerned, but yawns loudly and snuggles under the sheets. You can already feel the magic cure-all soup relieving his fever. He smiles in his sleep.

You go about the rest of your chores and tasks for the day while he sleeps off the cold. You wonder what kinds of Yokai mutants his family are like. He said that the father wasn't a turtle, but that means his brothers are? There aren't many turtle Yokai in the Hidden City, and definitely not a lot of mutants. Which should make it easier to find them... Poor souls, missing their child for who knows how long, wondering if they'd ever see him alive again. The must've been terrified for his sake! And that wretched Big Mama, actually having the audacity to kidnap children?! What kind of person does that?! And what if she took it a step further, what if she took his family, too? As collateral, or hostages, an insurance to keep Mikey in the arenas? What kind of evil woman would do such a thing?! What if they are already her prisoners? What if they are the next rodeo clowns in the arena? What if they're already dead?!

And then you wonder... what if he wasn't taken from them? What if it wasn't a struggle? What if they gave him up, or worse... what if they sold him to her? You've heard of stories like that, where struggling families had to sell off their kids, or uncaring parents who would barter off their own child for nothing more than a night out on the town.

What if... no one is waiting for Mikey?

What then?

What happens next???? 👀👀👀👀

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

He’s mine now, @phoebepheebsphibs, you’ve lost your rights

[foxsoulart]

Spikey Mikey Chapt 1

Masterpost / Next (coming sometime,

*whispers* you can read further on my ao3)

It hurt, freakin shell it hurt. It felt like fire in his veins. Hot and searing. But that was nothing compared to his eyes. They pulsed and throbbed. Even closed the light was too bright. Scorching his retinas. Dry and hot, stressed and spasming behind eyelids. The pain spread from there, giving him a headache in his temples. It was agony to move, to even breathe. Bit it still hurt regardless of movement. Then the pain increased tenfold. Body changing in unnatural ways. His jaw lengthened, teeth growing longer, sharper. A tail sprouted growing further, slamming the ground behind him. Limbs thickening, growing. Claws sharpened, lengthened. He felt the crack of his shell as it changed shape. Bones crackling as they grew beyond what they ever should have been. The pain washed over him in one final unbearable wave. Then fizzled out, leaving tingling numbness as his brain attempted to comprehend the amount of pain he was in as well as his body's new changes.

It was only because of the new blooming pain in his chest that he remembered to breathe. Lying on the far too cold floor. (Oh, who was he kidding? The floor wasn't that cold it was him that was that hot) He contemplated how absolutely horrendous his family's luck was. One of them accidentally getting double mutated once had been an ordeal. Of course years alter someone else got double mutated, and of course it was him. Couldn't have it any other way. At least he felt he still had his mind, that was something. Although he wished it would stop sending pain signals. Or accepting them for that matter. The pain slowly faded away simply leaving him exhausted. Limbs weighed down, he laid there.

'Body feels heavy like lead or stone. I'll just not move for awhile.'

And do that he did. Not until crying reached his ears did he bother to open his eyes. Trying to pinpoint the source. Around the corner. Drat, he'd have to get up and move to find out who was crying. Pulling his legs under him, he fought gravity and exhaustion. Coming to a stand he swayed dangerously. Like a dead tree in the raging wind. Centering himself, he slowly plodded forward. Each foot slightly dragging and thumping to the ground like a steady drum. Tail dragging behind. Turning the corner, his blurry vision attempted to focus enough to see the source of crying. He found it.

Two small children held each other, crying out into the air. The larger of the two had a spiky shell and tail, not unlike his new additions. Red was painted on him and for a moment he was worried about it being blood before realizing it was natural markings. The smaller of the pair looked up at him with liquid eyes, gold patches and freckles decorating him.

Both whimpered when he stepped closer, a strange large form covered in blood was too intimidating for their already scared minds.

He crouched making himself as small as possible.

"Hey, it's alright" his voice was deeper, gravely. Scratchy from the screaming he had done. But it seemed to soothe the duo.

"It's okay, promise. I'm not gonna hurt you. Y'think you guys might wanna come with me? I know where there's food and warmth. You'll be safe."

Slowly extending a hand out for them to take, his breath hitched when they didn't run and rubbed again his palm like cats; after they had sniffed it for possible danger, of course. Slowly, so very slowly, he gathered them into his arms. Tucking them into the crook of one, he held them close to his chest. They snuggled close, seeking the comfort of his warm plastron. He found that it was easier to walk on all fours (well, three as one arm was full) than two feet. Plodding forward, tail dragging through the dirt; he navigated his way home through the growing fog in his head.

'Shouldn't be this tired, mutating must taken more out of me than I thought.'

And suddenly he wasn't moving forward. No matter how hard he willed his limbs to keep going. The last of his energy reserves had been spent, vision clouding with black. His body began to shut down to save the energy he needed to stay alive. He slid to the ground, miraculously laying on his empty arm instead of squishing the kids. The world moved in slow motion, everything underwater. He did not hear the concerned peeps nor the searching voices calling his name.

[raylaui]

@daboyau @phoebepheebsphibs

Throws double mutated Mikey at you and runs away. 🫣

(Your collab short story thing is eating my brain and getting me through Friday)

- EDIT ! - I meant @boots-with-the-fur-club ! The story concept started with them! -

And BONUS below, because the image you painted with words was downright hilarious