#evil!mikey

[sketchnskribbles]

ya‘ll should go read: Multiverse of Michelangelo

[apocalypticnewt]

dw he gets better

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[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[m1xt4pe-m4ster]

this hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough, and i’m coming out right now.

[onionninjasstuff]

[aizawabuttdandruff]

Look at you, all worn out and a panting mess on the bed as your breaths mixes together. Fingers interlocking and having a strong grip against each other, almost as if you both were drunk off the pleasure and trying to ground yourselves with each others hold, he’s panting in your ear, your free hand is laced into his soft silky locks.

“Look at you~ so fucking pretty baby, you like when I take care of this pussy huh? Yeah?~”

And all you could do was babble incoherent words and nod your head repeatedly. You can’t think, or feel your legs, your whole body was spasming and your walls tightening around his thick fat cock

“ f-fuuck fuck fuck, take it, take it, that’s it, cum on my cock”

Of course you came, how can you not when his cock is slamming in and out of you at such a fast delicious greedy passionate pace.

(Divider @benkibear)

[dreamweave01]

Just thinking about your sep au so I hope you don't mind the ramble. Thinking about how Mikey who definetely had gone through a lot already, helping anyone and everyone he could, probably developed a kind of savior complex. I would imagine this was dealt with because Big Mama has money and she would save no expense on therapy for her little turtly boo(s), so of course by the time Mikey meets his brother's, he's probably gotten pass a lot of his old bad habits of needing to be the savior and needing to help and probably learnt to talk to his parents whenever he was feeling down, especially when said parents are overprotective and definetely insisted on it. Now I just imagine, of course, feeling like he needs to care for his brothers takes a toll. Especially during situations like Donnie snapping at him, which Mikey knkows wasn't his fault! Mikey doesn't blame him at all but it still hurt, and Mikey learnt to acknowledge it and so goes to one of his parents to talk about it like he normally would. But Donnie overheard the conversation. Donnie has paranoia and he knows that the three parents are over protective of Michael and I just imagine Donnie freaking out, thinking that he might end up kicked out or something. He was always expecting some sort of betrayal afterall, his mind likes to wander. Of course Mikey finds out, and I just imagine this would be the start of Mikey spiraling down. He would talk less and less about what bothered him, in fear it would end up triggering his brothers. He doesn't want that, he wants his brothrs okay and they need him more than he needs them, Mikey's the okay brother afterall! And quietly, Mikey still hadn't shaken off the feeling that he was less important than those around him. Especially now that he has brothers who are "more traumatized" than he is. Anyways, that's all I have rn. Sorry if I get anything wrong!

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Oooohohoho yes absolutely.

Mikey is one of those people that tries to help anyone and everyone around him. And unfortunately, that does lead to some self-sacrificial tendencies.

And Dee reacting like that? Totally. The paranoia that he'll mess up and the repercussions for doing so weighs on him constantly, and snapping at his baby brother? He definitely feels like he's finally accomplished that.

In his mind, the best case scenario is that he'll be kicked to the curb, discarded like junk.

But after everything that happened with Kendra and the Purple Dragons, he's absolutely terrified of what he sees as the much more likely outcome. . .

. . . and this parental trio?

It's not like they don't know how to get rid of a body.

[nowherelaney]

I will defend danger days til the day I die

[therancorous]

I made my mom name mcr:

[koolaidashley]

Universal sibling experience

[gravemondays]

michael romance!

[dallmustdie]

FRANK ANTHONY IERO JR. WHEN I FIND YOU, ITS IN THE STREET, MOTHERFUCKER!

[reyislikesotired]

i think i only want to see a rottmnt x sonic (live action) crossover because i would love to see donnie and robotnik meeting each other.

they would love to hate each other, is how at least i think it would go.

like i just imagine them seeing each other and their fight or flight instincts kicking it, and its immediately fight, but with knowledge.

"what's the 99th digit of pi?!"

"longest word in the dictionary?!"

"this is my FULLY SENTIENT robot ai son, shelldon"

"THESE are my beautiful egg babies"

"i have combined mysticism and science!"

"i have 5 phds and fluent in several languages!"

then they also meet up later for coffee (made by agent stone and michelangelo respectively) and actually compare notes like colleagues, but as soon as the coffee is done and they leave, they go back to hating each other

[klunkcat]

50 VAGUE ANGSTY + HURT/COMFORT DIALOGUE PROMPTS

7. "Did they hurt you?" gio + author's choice :3c

This is foul, just want to say! Not my fault!!!

Gioverse can be found here - this is n!mikey centered because its me <3

His first mistake, in a long line of many, was assuming he could leave for a few hours.

Gio had mentioned in the start-stop way of his that meant more half hedging implications of noticing something than ever an outright statement, that he’d never had broccoli and cheddar cheese soup before. This was, of course, a sin that Mikey had no choice but to right as soon as possible. He’d thought he could be in an out in thirty minutes, maybe an hour tops. Swing by April’s place after giving her a call, pick up the ingredients and head back. Easy peasy. 

He and Gio had really started to crack into his recipe book lately, and the thought was a syrupy sweet palpitation in his chest. Adding one more warm thing to the repertoire of lessons he was bundling the kid in seemed like a wonderful opportunity. 

Except, of course, he’d left Gio alone with them. 

It had been a long minute since Donnie had willingly left his lab, in his defense. More often than not Mikey had to brave the mess of cold wires and empty metal to try and bring dinner to his brother that he knew in his heart of hearts would be forgotten. And Raph rarely stayed in the Lair long enough to do anything other than sleep. He hadn’t thought— well, there was the crux of it. He hadn’t thought at all. 

Returning through the front door with bags of broccoli and the fancy kind of cheddar, he’d been thinking of warmth. Of getting that rare shy smile of Gio’s to shine through once again, just for the two of them. He’d been thinking of kitchen lights and music bouncing off walls, and not at all of the echoes or the empty rooms around them. 

“ – if you think, for one second that he’d– “

“That’s the problem!” Raph’s voice thunders. Mikey’s heart takes a sharp twist and tumbles straight down to the stone floor. “I don’t know anymore. You don’t either! Just— can we stop pretending?” 

A sharp, icy scoff. “Isn’t that what you’re best at, brother of mine? Or is that just Mikey. Should we ask him?”

“Don’t,” Raph growls back. 

“Or what! You’re not even here. Am I the only one who can’t do this? This thing where we act like we can make anything better just because he’s here—” Donnie’s voice pitches up, practically a roar by the end splintering off into a thousand barbs Mikey knew he’d wrap himself in the second that he could. But where is Gio? 

There’s a crash.

The bags fall from his hands to the floor. He takes in the fact Gio’s bedroom door is open, that the lights in the living room are on and— 

It’s all noise and color. Mikey barrelling through, skidding to a stop and registering just enough to note Raph’s balled fists, Donnie’s sharp glare, and Gio, standing just behind the couch, surrounded by shards of glass. Gio’s wide eyes, looking between his brother’s and over at Mikey like he isn’t sure there was anywhere left in the world for him to go. 

No one moves except for him.

He falls to his knees instantly, scooping Gio’s face in his shaking hands. “Are you— did they hurt you? Show me your hands, buddy, okay? I’ll check, I’ll make it better, you’re safe I promise, I—” 

Gio blinks, lets Mikey fuss and turn his hands all over, placating and malleable. There’s a tiny scrape on his knee that looks old, no cuts or nicks on his hands. No red or purple rising on his dark skin. Mikey closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against Gio’s for a shaky breath. 

He feels Gio’s hands reach up and press against his palms. “I’m okay,” he whispers after a moment, voice small and trying not to shake in the way that made his voice flatter. Younger. 

It doesn’t stop him from being terrified, because Gio had grown up somewhere Mikey didn’t know, where pinches and slaps had been handed out as easily as words. And it had taken Mikey all these hard months just to get the kid to stop scanning for exits in every room they stood in, and his brother’s had been yelling.

The thought slows, grinds to a halt. His brother’s had been yelling. About him. 

He makes himself lean back. Glances over at the rest of the room. 

Raph’s face is hollowed out. A complete study in guilt, one hand reaching forward almost unthinkingly. Like the smallest shard of an old Raphie had flickered through for a microsecond before vanishing on both of them. And Donnie– 

“We didn’t know he was here.” Don says, flat as ever. 

Mikey frowns, pulling Gio more firmly into his side. “That doesn’t make it okay.” 

There’s something strange to Donnie’s expression. Guilt? It can’t be. The loss of his twin had warped him so thoroughly that Mikey could never manage to fully understand, and he knows that this Donnie is a facsimile more often than his own person, but he’d thought… It isn’t a kind thought. It isn’t a thought he’s allowed to have anymore. 

“Mikey—” Raph tries, and some of the simmering anger Mikey makes sure he doesn’t have rises up between his breaths. 

“Don’t Mikey me. You were yelling about—” his voice catches, he makes it hold. “About me, right? You think I’m playing pretend. That I don’t know how bad we are.” He remembers that Gio’s here and holds onto the reminder like a buoy in the midst of all this disappointment and hurt, and the things they never say out loud anymore trying valiantly to fight their way through. “I’m not a stupid kid anymore, of course I know!” I know more than you, I know a thousand other worlds more than you, how badly we’re broken, I’ve seen them. 

His hurt crashes against him. “Of course I’m angry! I’m tired, and it’s so hard to try but I can do it  even if you can’t, and I am trying, so just. Stay the hell away and leave Gio out of this!” 

Raph’s face twists, his good eye dropping to the floor. “We thought. I thought he was with you. We wouldn’t hurt him.”

Gio’s warm and still bendable with his need to appease at Mikey’s side. It grounds him in all the same ways it makes all of this so much worse. Wouldn’t hurt him, except they’d yell and glare and avoid, right? Wouldn’t hurt him except that they didn’t know Gio thought he didn’t belong in the one place he should always feel safe. That he thought they hated him.

He opens his mouth, some boiling betrayal burning on his lips— 

“It’s my fault.” Donnie cuts in, still blank and stiff and sharp the way he always is, now. The admission is a tiny miracle nonetheless, and Mikey’s anger dies a quiet heat death in the center of himself. He doesn’t miss the tiny lurch in Gio’s breathing at his side, though. 

No one says anything for a long, horrid moment. Donnie looking straight through Mikey like he’s alone on a dying star; and it aches– it aches all the way through to know it’s an untouchable chill Mikey can’t ever break through even when he tries, and it’s worse to think that he’s used to it, but it’s familiar all the same. Don turns his head, hands flat at his side. 

“I’m the one who can’t do this.” Love right, he means. He doesn’t mean he can’t at all. 

Mikey pulls Gio closer, like he can shield him from the misunderstanding he knows will reach the kid anyways. He feels the words hit Gio, wash over him as Donnie leaves with a hiss of his lab door clicking firmly into place. 

He doesn’t mean it, Mikey thinks of saying helplessly. Except Donnie does mean everything he says, it just exists in stone blocks and hard data now and none of the softness has anywhere to stay. 

Raph watches Donnie leave, and lets out a long sigh. He rubs a hand over his face, and ages rapidly in a thousand eye bag lines all at once. “I’m sorry, kid,” Raph mumbles. Mikey’s not sure if he means Gio. He hasn’t been Raph’s kid in a long time. 

“It’s okay,” Gio says, stiff and quiet. Raph nods to himself, eye gazing emptily at anything but them, and shuffles himself off to his room. 

It’s them, again, like always. Mikey hates the fact he’s relieved enough to let himself untense— that his brother’s could ever exist in the same sentence as danger. It hurts to realize that his instincts have been wired backwards and inverted like this, in this reality Mikey couldn’t save anything from. 

He lets Gio go with a puff of breath and forces himself to stand, tries to find the strength in himself not to cry. There’s a light in him somewhere, still, but it’s different, too. 

Maybe he has been playing pretend in a type of way. Acting like he hadn’t changed as much as everyone else, too. 

Gio’s hand touches his, briefly. “Your knees.” 

He blinks. Oh. There’s blood, patches of it on the floor in between the glittering bits of glass. For a moment he worries that he had missed something after all, that Gio had been hurt— Gio stares nervously at Mikey’s legs where he’d crashed to his knees. 

There’s bloody tears in his pant legs. He doesn’t even feel it.

“Oops,” Mikey tries to laugh. It comes out wavering and pathetic. Gio bites his lip–  isn’t that a thought. All the yelling and the anger and the sheer brokenness of their family, and Gio looks like he might actually cry just over some scrapes from Mikey being stupid. He loves this kid so much it balloons right through him constantly in endlessly shocking ways. 

I’m sorry, Mikey thinks. He’s always sorry these days. “Let me get cleaned up, okay? Then, um. How about a new recipe? Think you’ll love it.” 

Gio looks like he wants to say something, closes his mouth instead. Smiles that tiny way Mikey would burn the world down for, instead. 

Maybe they’re both pretending, really. Maybe that’s all they can do. 

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Gio grew up cold, it’s an inescapable reality he’s forged his understanding of the world around. There’s a bone deep chill that resides within most places, rooms for things that aren’t to be kept, and stern words meant to correct in straight neat lines. There’s no space for anything else. That’s the reality, kid. 

He’d spent most his life adapting, quick as he could to make the next deadline or the next drop. Make sure he was useful but not too important to be seen, to keep the jobs coming and food for the next day available. 

There was a point A to a point B, a quickest route forward. That’s all he needed. 

When Mikey found him a lot of that had been subsequently shaken apart. A lot of things suddenly meant staying, and promises, and bright room lights that held. Suddenly, food was fun and a given, and could be asked for, and there were laughs bubbling up and bouncing back to him, and warm hands against his cheeks asking ‘are you okay’ just to know. To check. 

He knew what being warm was because he knew the cold. He considered this a gift. 

There isn’t a single atom of himself that doesn’t ache with a deep homesickness he’s not sure he’s allowed to have every second that his Mikey is lost somewhere unreachable, but he is grateful. As much as he loves his family now, and their bright silly constant thrum of life everywhere he goes, he wouldn’t ever have chosen differently. 

If he was cold for nineteen years, it was so his big brother could burn bigger in comparison. 

His family now has plenty of warmth all on their own, but he tries to burn the same way for them all the same.

It’s funny, sometimes; his stomach twists with a fond ache that’s equal parts grief and absolute relief all in one that ties his words up somewhere else he can’t touch, but he misses his Mikey in the same way he loves this one. He wonders if Mikey knows how bright he is, that it’s the bravest thing he’s ever known. He’s also so small, here. Breakable in all the ways he bounces. It’s absolutely terrifying. 

Gio had been fighting in back alley scrapes and life or death battles since he was ten, but that doesn’t mean his little brother should. 

“Did they hurt you?” He asks, scanning absolutely every inch of Mikey’s arms and face he can see. He presses carefully at his sides, where the hard shell and plastron give way to more tender spaces. Mikey giggles instead of flinching, thank god. 

“Gogo~” Mikey complains, laughter bright on his cheeks. “I’ve been in bigger fights last week.” 

“You got thrown through a wall.” 

Mikey waves a hand. “Like, a little.” 

“No, he’s right,” Leo leans over Gio’s shoulder. “That sounded pretty rough. Anything dislocated?”

Gio hates the idea abruptly that any of them know what dislocation feels like, or that it’s regular enough it wouldn’t be obvious. 

“I’m fine, really! I pinky promise double swear.” 

Leo purses his lips. “With sprinkles on top?”  

Raph’s worry sensors must ping at the commotion, because Gio can hear him abruptly switching to Mikey fussing mode from the other room. Mikey’s expression darkens, Gio switches tactics. 

“You’re okay,” he decrees, with a tiny nod. “Soup will fix it.” 

Leo’s muffled snort is worth it for the way Mikey’s eyes light up. 

“Oh! I have broccoli I’ve been meaning to use.” He immediately jumps up, luckily confirming he is in fact just fine in the same motion, and instinctively puts both hands on Gio’s cheeks with excitement. “Oh mama, you have no idea what can of worms you’ve just unleashed. I’m going to make so much soup. How about a new recipe? I think you’ll love it.” 

Gio’s heart does something funny. 

“I’m sure I will,” he smiles back. Warm enough for all of them.

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Four panel comic using characters from ROTTMNT and TMNT 2003 Stockman. The first panel is a human design of Rise Leo, holding up his phone so he can take a selfie. He has short, curly hair, a wide, flat nose, and wears a t-shirt that says "01". He also has a bracelet around his wrist with a small, human-shaped charm. Leo smiles smugly, framing his face with his free hand, and says "Oh man, I look so much like Lou Jitsu!" From off-panel, Draxum says "That would be because-" Leo interrupts "Shut it Drax, I don't care." Also from off-panel, Mikey says "Ooh! My turn!"

Panel 2: A human version of Mikey stands in front of a mirror, grinning excitedly. He has a medium length afro, a more rounded face, and a large nose, and is also wearing a t-shirt. He raises his hands excitedly, one of them wearing the same bracelet Leo had on. He says "Woah! This cloaking bracelet is so cool, I totally look human!"

Panel 3: Baron Draxum, wearing his s2 yukata and drawn with curly hair, stands with his hands behind his back next to 2003 Stockman. Stockman wears a sweater vest and long-sleeved shirt--he also has the same nose shape as Mikey. Stockman covers his mouth with on hand, his eyebrows raised in a contemplative and almost vulnerable expression. He says "Odd how much Michelangelo looks like me..." Next to him, Draxum raises his ears in realization, a large exclamation point by his head.

Panel 4: Stockman lowers his hand, glares at Draxum suspiciously, and says "Draxum. Why does he look like me?" Draxum pins his ears and glances away, and says "Uhhhh you know what I think I have some dishes to wash or something" End I.D.]

I maintain that giving the turtles cloaking broaches (or something adjacent at least) in the context of this au would be so funny

[iscreamkitty]

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