#he likes how mikeys bandana looks so he copies it

[momochr0me]

Leonardoooooo

The more- uhh dissociatin of his fam-

Either he fights or curls up ontop of the fridge no in-betweens

Likes ramen and hates olives-

Absolutely will kill one of his brothers without caring-

The more smaller yet buffier of his brothers-

He used to have rabies but unlike mike- he actually got his shots

[obsidiancreates]

Basketball Blues (It's Alright Short Kings)

(Hey so I'm super confused by how this bracket and polling is actually working and I'm not sure if Out Of The Shadows and into The neon is even still in the running but. Have this because I can't draw. For anyone unfamiliar with this AU: 2012 boys died in their world and reincarnated into the Rise universe and were adopted by the Rise boys! Rise boys are addressed by the nicknames Raphie, Leon, Donald, and Angelo, 2012 boys are their regular shortened names.)

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Eight bodies tumble out of the dark purple portal and onto the squeaky, shiny court floor. A chorus of voices whine from underneath the largest 9-and-a-half foot tall spiked turtle.

"DAD! YOU'RE CRUSHING US!" 10-year-old Raph shouts.

"Seriously bro," 33-year-old Leon groans, trying to shove his older brother off.

"Sorry," 34-year-old Raphie grunts, getting up and scooping up his 3-foot-tall son. "You okay little man?"

Raph coughs. "Once I get my breath back!"

"Donnie hit his head!" Mikey picks his brother up by the shoulders and shakes him. "Donnie! DONNIE!"

"As great of an idea as violently shaking someone with a potential brain injury is!" Donald shouts, grabbing his son away from his nephew, "Let's not do that. Donnie?"

Donnie's eyes are crossed. "Dad? Why're you surrounded by little stars?"

"Let me see him." Leon takes Donnie from Donald. "Leo, buddy? How're you?"

"I think I landed on my knee," Leo grunts, trying to stand up and falling. His eyes water. "Ow!"

"Uncle Raphie's gotcha!" He scoops little Leo up and puts him on his shoulder. "Okay, so was that a portal jacking, or are we in trouble?"

"Definitely not a portal jacking," Leon and Angelo say at the same time.

"Bro, if I was holding my probably concussed nephew right now, I'd so fistbump you for that awesome moment," Leon says.

"Spirit fistbump!" Angelo exclaims, bumping the air. "Alright, but now we gotta- WHOA!" His jaw drops and his eyes bug out of his head. "Guys... we're on a basketball court!"

"Uhhhhhh, Dad?" Mikey tugs on his dad's shell. "There's also like, a million other turtles here."

Everyone's eyes widen as they finally take in the scene.

It's not quite a million, but it is a lot of turtles. Mutant ninja turtles, some teens and some not, some with a striking resemblance to the quad of 10 year olds and some with even more striking resemblance to their fathers. There's also various rat mutants, some lizards-

"So... is this some kind of new Battle Nexus?" Leon looks around for Big Mama. "If she brought our boys into this-"

"DAD!" Raph smacks his dad's face to get his attention. "Those guys over there look like you!"

But Raphie's attention is laser-focused on a group of shorter red-bandana wearing turtles all arguing, all with the same cracks in their plastrons and the same round feet as his son. "Yeah. Lotsa doubles here."

"Ohmigosh, I was right! ALTERNATE UNIVERSES OF OURSELVES!" He jumps up and down, squealing!

"I knew that," Donnie says blearily from Leon's arms. "Turtle power..."

"Okay, so he's delirious," Leon declares. "Leo, can you hold your brother up while-"

A whistle blows, and a ball bounces over to the group. They all watch it slowly roll forward until it doinks against Raphie's toe.

"... LET'S PLAY!" Mikey grabs the ball and runs forward!

"NO!"

Angelo zooms in front of his son and holds up a hand, scooping him into the air with Mystic Power. Mikey yelps.

"We have no idea what this is!" Angelo scolds. "You and your brothers are staying right here while we figure it out!"

"Plus, and this is not your fault because you are children, but... you're all way too short to win," Donald says.

"HEY!" Raph uses Raphie's face as a launchpad and jumps at his uncle. "We're not babies! We can play better than you can!"

"HA! Burn," Leon chuckles, handing Donnie over to Leo.

"But pleaseeeee?" Mikey clasps his hands together and makes puppy-dog eyes.

Raph and Leo share a glance and copy, looking at their dads with watery wide eyes.

"Guh! Unfair!" Leon covers his eyes. "Don't look, don't look!"

Raphie slaps a hand over his eyes and Angelo yelps and turns his mask backwards.

"Aw, come on!" Raph drops the pout and grabs Donald's face. "We gotta play! Those guys look just like us, but I just know a lot of them never learned to play basketball! They probably grew up eating algae and worms and not being allowed to skateboard inside!"

"That's concerningly specific and I'm sure if we think about it too much it'll shatter our world perceptions," Donald says, grabbing Raph by the back of his shell and putting him back on the ground. "But, still no. I may not be great at the game, but I am almost eight feet tall."

"So that's cheating," Raph argues.

"Some of the others are also very tall."

"You can reach the baskets without even jumping!"

"Yeah we can." Raphie punches his palm. "Don't worry boys! We're gonna wipe the floor with the competition, get all of us home, and you guys can play a game with the Caseys and Auntie April!"

The four boys sit together, Donnie propped up by Leo and Mikey. Raph crosses his arms and pouts as their dads strut out onto the court.

"... Do you wanna go play pranks on the ones who looks like dads?" Mikey whispers. He holds up a water balloon. "You know. For revenge."

Raph grins and punches Mikey's shoulder. "You're my favorite brother now."

[awhphooey]

PLEASE talk to me about your tmnt designs they are so good and friend shaped

OK!!! >:D gonna just copy paste them directly from discord so excuse the “like previously stated” stuff lmao

Raph:

Ok so!! This one might be short bc I do really enjoy his canon design. I made his spikes a bit more rounded than they are in canon because alligator snapping turtles are sharp but not that sharp (I’m aware the show’s style is just generally sharp as well). I also think it suits his personality more, with the spikes being a bit rounded out. He’s big and tough, yes, and he can definitely beat the shit out of people, but with his brothers he’s just a big teddy bear! Clothes wise I was initially going to give him a ripped jersey but decided against it because I wanted to show off the cracks and marks on his shell. He’s a big guy which means he most likely just throws himself (literally) into fights, which would definitely end up with him getting some marks in his shell. I left the x bandages on his chest and added some others on his side, as well as a sticker from Mikey over one of the smaller scratches. I ended up ripping the ends of his bandana as well, more than I think it is in the show, if it is at all. I let him keep the wraps on his feet and hands, and added some sweat bands on his wrists (despite the fact they wouldn’t work that way) to replace the sporty vibe the jersey would’ve given. I also gave him shorts for the same reason. It just gives him a boxer vibe imo. Giving him a tail is the only thing I will never regret because 1. TAIL. 2. long tails are like??? A defining trait of snapping turtles bro. I already explained that his markings aren’t natural, and that they’re sprayed on by Mikey. He probably has to get them redone every once in a while, which means the shape of them might change a bit every time. (The small splatters definitely do) that’s sort of all I can think about to say for Raph? He’s my sweet cheese? My good time boy?

Leo:

Woo! Guy I stole my name from let’s go- his design didn’t change much either, if I’m being honest. Probably changed less than Raph’s. I liked the crescent markings on his eyes instead of the classic slider stripes, I just think they fit his vibe more so I let those be. The crescents on his arms, however, had to go. I know they were probably chosen to be easier for the animators, but I’m not an animator and my boy isn’t a damn tiger!! So racing stripes it is! I left the color alone tho bc I liked the contrast. His gloves also got left alone because I enjoy how dramatically they flare out. He got a scarf because I thought it looked cool but also !! It is kind of reminiscent of the weird shock collar thingy he got in Donnie’s Gifts. Obviously this scarf won’t keep his quips at bay, but at least he’ll be warm while he messes around. He also gets to keep his over the shoulder thing instead of being downgraded to a belt like Mikey, just because his sword is too damn long to fit in a side holster thingy (idk if holster is the right term for the sword one or if it’s exclusively for firearms). I was high key debating giving him a Fanny pack bc I thought it would’ve been funny, but braces *and* a Fanny pack would’ve made me feel like I was trying to make fun of him for some reason so he just gets a slightly bigger side bag. Satchel? Idk. I gave him a few marks as well because out of all four of them, I feel like he gets knocked around the most- mostly because he’s the one running in without a plan. He’s got one on his leg, two (from the same injury) on his left arm, and one across the bridge of where his nose would be. I wasn’t sure if I was going to add the nose one, because I was having trouble thinking of how he would get a cut so deep on his nose to scar but not to affect his eyes, but then I remembered I don’t care for logic when it comes to character design. He’s also got a bit of a torn up shell from roughhousing with Raph and pulling stupid stunts.

Donnie:

Burger boy!! Ok so I am a firm believer in Donnie should get clothing/tech that will actually help him and doesn’t just look cool. Hence the welding gloves and goggles! I also think he would use the bandana around his neck as a mask to cover the bottom half of his face! When he’s not wearing his mask, as you can see, he just keeps the goggles around his neck. I think that the turtles wouldn’t always be wearing their masks, but Donnie always wants his goggles with him, so he just lets em hang there. The tech pad on his arm controls his shells and Shelldon, as well as just being used like any tablet can be used. He usually does things himself, but he has the doc Ock robot arms to help him with smaller tasks like carrying things or holding stuff for him while he works. Also to hold his phone because,,, Gen Z man… anyways actual design wise, I just kept with the patterns he has in the show. I gave him 2012 Donnie’s tooth gap because I enjoy it immensely, and I gave him slightly webbed feet for swimming. He would be the best swimmer out of all of his brothers because of it. Also yeah, he’s got normal people eyebrows now, but the ones you see over his mask are 100% drawn on. Speaking of his mask!!!! I gave him a little Deadpool type bump at the back of it because I wanted to and also because I have never once in my life been able to tie a bandana around my head like that without having a bump. Is this the shortest one? Probably, I literally can’t tell rn 💀 Sorry Donnie I said Leo changed the least but maybe it was you. Or I’m just bad at analyzing my design for him

Mikey:

Ok Mikey now bc he’s last (rip)!! He definitely got the most little details added in, because he was the first one I drew. Also because his initial design already has so much character compared to the others. First off, pattern: FRECKLESSSSS I enjoy him having tiny speckles instead of just big blotches. I just think it gives him more of an asymmetrical look. Same with the stickers on his shell!! I purposely gave him no two shapes the same so it would be a bit more mismatchy. The skull- like previously stated- is a reference to his toddler design, which had a skull on an orange sleeveless hoodie. WHY DOES HE HAVE KNEE PADS AND NO ELBOW PADS. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THEM. So anyways he has elbow pads now. You can’t see them but he has more faces drawn on them. I gave him one sweatband on one wrist and the beaded bracelets on the other, again, for asymmetry. One of the only symmetrical things is probably his spats/socks/shoe thingies. His backpack straps aren’t even even. Speaking of his backpack, he has some pins and patches on there that are 90% gifts from his brothers and 10% ones he found on the ground. His skateboard on the bottom is a drawing he did by himself, and was one of the first pieces he ever did without copying something. Not super intentional, but his shell design sort of looks like a firework going off, which I think matches his personality a whole lot. The tooth he has missing is a permanent tooth and he honestly doesn’t care that it’s missing he thinks he looks cool.

1,300+ words later, you deserve a Turtle Tot design so here you go!!

[supahn0v4]

Guide Me Home

Bayverse!Michelangelo/Reader

After a bad day, Mikey finds his comfort in you.

Copy pasted from my ao3 so the spacing is really weird sorry. Obviously the turtles are aged up! Also this is a part 1 of a fic idea I might continue if anyone is interested.

Tags: NSFW and suggestive but not of the super sexy variety. More of simple intimacy between two people.

Mikey sat patiently as he waited for your shift to end. God did he need to hold you after the day he had. So when he sees you exit the building he can’t help but hurdle himself down to the alley you two have designated your rendezvous spot.

Easily you fit yourself against him, arms warm against his cool skin. He can’t help the chirp that erupts out of him as he picks you up and climbs to the roof. A soft “Missed you so much.” is muffled into your hair as he easily jumps between rooftops, you safely tucked against his plastron with his right arm. You cuddle closer to him, smiling up at him dumbly.

Flying through the New York skyline, the steady rhythm of Mikey’s breathing, his big strong arm gripping you close to him… It’s always so nice you could doze off. He nuzzles his beak against your hair before you hear him call your name.

Smiling to yourself, you hum in acknowledgment before slowly moving to pull out your balcony key. Mikey maneuvers you closer to the handle so you can unlock it. A not so subtle flex of his bicep curling in the single arm holding you reminding you of how much he likes to flaunt himself for you.

Only once the two of you are inside does he set you down. As usual, he draws the curtains closed before removing his shoes. You immediately notice his silence. He must have fought one of his brothers today, you note as your heartaches for him.

Wanting desperately to push him and learn the issue so you can help him solve it but knowing that’s not what he needs. Another loved one pushing his boundaries and trampling them in the name of “protecting” him. You saw it all the time at work and refused to be another thing for him to stress about. No, instead you take in his features and help soothe his troubles.

As the worry mars your features, you notice him stiffen where he stands, fists clenching and unclenching. His head swings to the side as he double checks where the curtains are weighted to avoid any disturbance. How he looks over you to see the glint of the lock snugly fit into the door frame. Setting your bag down you look up at him, hands cupping his cheeks.

“You look tired, Angelo”

“I could say the same to you, Angelcakes.” He states as he turns his head. Rubbing his beak against it before pressing a kiss to your palm.

Your eyes crinkle as you smile up at him, pulling him lightly so you can kiss him. Easily Mikey follows, capturing you in a chaste kiss. His own hands cupping your head, right hand finding the nape of your neck to maneuver you the way he wants.

His lips easily press against yours, feverish in the way he keeps you pressed against him greedily but never letting it fall into anything more than romantic pecks. He seems content with just having you with him. Another chirp leaves him as you drag your nails lightly over his bandana.

When he’s had his fill he pulls away, lips trailing to your cheek down to your neck where stays. Holding your weight against himself. You two sway before he runs his beak along the connection of your shoulder.

“You reek.” He whispers, beak soothing the soft flesh and leaving behind a mark of him. The smell of cleaning solutions, hundreds of people and the exertion of a 16 hour shift clings to you. The sensation tickles slightly, your frame shaking as you suppress the giggle and pull him closer.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time clean myself up from work.” You say as you smooth your hands over the edge of his shell. Your arms barely wrap around him, but he lets out a soft churr as your fingers dance along what you can reach. “Would you like to join me?”

“Never gonna turn down the chance to see you naked, Angelcakes.” He quips as he straightens back up, seemingly recharged from having you near.

____________

To say they were worried was an understatement. Michelangelo going off on his own was common, as it was for the rest of them. They’re in their 20’s now, solo trips up to the surface were more common now then ever.

But, with Mikey it was different. Normally he’d wander around aimlessly. Sometimes he’d go out to see a movie. However, tonight, just like the past month, Mikey’s tracker showed he was at the hospital once more.

Donnie hesitated as he went over his options in his head. The younger brother hadn’t been showing any signs of suspicious behaviour- always returning in his trademark cheery disposition. He normally headed out after a particularly heated Leo-Raph argument. Unable to stand the tension between the eldest brothers. Donnie encouraged the idea, whenever he himself would bury himself in his own projects to keep from getting overwhelmed too.

The current dilemma being they were due for patrol and Mikey wasn’t answering his texts. Biting his lip, Donnie sends one more urgent “Where are you?” before he feels a hand on his shoulder. The faint undertone of tea tells him time is up and a shakey exhale is let out.

“You almost ready?” The leader asks, eyes focused on the screen that was haphazardly shut off moments prior.

“Y-yeah, just trying to get a hold of Mikey.” he stammers. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ He thinks, there’s no way in hell he’d be able to pull off lying to Leo.

The blue leader simply raises his eye ridge before turning around. A loud thunk echoes through the lair as Raph racks his bar before a hulking thump as he jumps down from his gym. “He’s been going off on his own a lot lately.” He comments.

“It’s not like the rest of us don’t do the same.” Donnie grimaces instantly after the words leave his mouth, sentence ending in a squeak as his older brothers glare daggers at him.

“Donnie,” Leo starts, taking a deep breath before squeezing his shoulder again, “Where’s Mikey?” Donnie’s muscles tense under the grip before he closes his eyes, the beginnings of a tension headache starting to eat at the back of his head.

Silently, his shoulders droop as he turns the monitor back on. Fingers numb as he types in his password and the screen zooms in on his younger brother’s location.

It’s Raph that notices. “Whoa, whoa, why’s he in Purple Dragon territory?” The elder brothers’ protective instincts kicking into overdrive as they all but obliterate Donnie’s ability to keep his composure. Spinning the chair around, Raph cages Donnie against the desk. “What the hell is he up to?”

“I don’t know! Honestly!” Donnie squeals as the cushion of his chair is all but torn in Raph’s anger. He stands up, crossing his arms as he stares down at him. Donnie shrinks even more at the display. “R-really guys, I don’t know what he’s doing.”

Raphael flares his nostrils at him. Donnie huffs, exhausted from their constant fighting “But-“ He says, standing to his full height, and looking down at his older brothers. Even with him being the tallest, that didn’t count for anything to them clearly. “Mikey’s been visiting this a lot, he’s got a routine.” Donnie hunches over and procures his a small calender, bright orange stickers littering every Sunday, Tuesday and every other Friday.

“Well? What are we waiting for? Lets go!” Raph jerks his head to the side as he spins his sai, an unconscious flourish before they land in their sheath, footsteps heavy as he marches. Leo nods as he falls in easily beside him.

Donnie shakes his head before he grabs his phone, securing it in his armband before running behind them. A final warning text of “Sorry, I couldn’t stop them!” sent, hoping his little brother catches it before they found him.

______

Soft gasps and sighs echo in your small bathroom. Steam clouding the room as the curtain is left open to accommodate one mutant turtle. Extra towels litter the floor as the water bounces off of his shell.

Offering to massage your neck, Mikey’s positioned behind you. His hands large against your shoulders as he begins. After a long week of hunching over your workstation, patients, and numerous desks, tables and counters to fill out paperwork this was the perfect remedy.

Your head lulls back and you press a kiss to his chin.

“That feel good?”

You nod your head, rolling your shoulders and arching your back as he massages all the knots out. His grip just the right amount of pressure to have you rolling against him. His rough calloused fingers against your soft skin always able to soothe you.

Mikey’s hands smooth down your body effortlessly. The hot water and the weight of his hands pulling wonderous little noises from you. Your hands pressed against the tile, nothing to grab so your nails claw uselessly at the grout.

His name a mantra on your tongue as his hands wander. A thoughtful squeeze of your breasts, the rough pads of his fingers circle your areolae before short tug on your nipples. Arms flexing as he pulls you closer to him.

The churr rumbling against your chest gets stronger as his hands travel lower still. Rumbling the air around you. Stopping at your love handles for a firm squeeze, kneading your soft stomach where he tugs you against him. They grip your thighs tight, kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

Seemingly had his fill, his large hand finally cups your core, fingers stroking your lips teasingly.

“How’s the pressure?” He asks. Ah, that’s the game he wants to play. You chuckle as you turn to kiss his cheek, your hands gliding down his arms to press his palm harder against your core.

“It’s perfect.” You coo as you trail kisses down his throat. Though his palm never seeks anything deeper. Counting the minutes where he simply holds you, deciding to push a little further. Grabbing his wrist, you feel his keratin, warmed from the water, jump at the sudden hold. Twisting in his grasp, your hands circle around his neck. Your fingers pinching the bunching skin of his neck where his head has retracted slightly out of reflex before pressing a kiss to it.

“We don’t have to do anything, Mikey.”

“But I want to make you feel good.” He pauses his wandering hands, fingers flexing and a deep breath before response. He’s hesitating. Doubting himself. You can always see him thinking but it’s never like this. Intimacy with you was instinctual to him, he’s distracted.

“I feel good just having you here, sweetheart.”

He lets out a loud huff. Pulling his beak from your neck to look you in the eyes. His nictitating membrane flutters as he stares at you from under the stream of water, searching for some unspoken lie in your words. Blinking the water out of your eyes, you smile at him, soft, genuine, easy.

“You really mean that?” He mumbles, barely audible over his churring. His first two eyelids remain unblinking as he watches you. The quick flash of translucent flesh from his haw being the only movement. Bringing the wrist still in your grip up to your chest, you flatten his palm against your heart.

“With all my heart.”

He moves suddenly this time, scooping you up into his arms and holding you against him. Holding him with all your strength, you pepper kisses over his scaled head. Using your foot to turn the water off, you hold him even as you begin to shiver.

Letting you down and tucking the fluffy towel around your form, Mikey presses himself against you as you throw a large beach towel around him. Still too small to cover him, but big enough to help him dry off. His large arms encircle your waist as you brush your hair and start your oral hygiene routine. You press back against him, eyes wrinkling at the big dumb smile that sweeps across your face at the sight of your toothbrushes together. His comically larger and bristles crazy, the mundanity of it making your heart skip a beat. As you sway gently in his hold, a new rumble of his plastron against your back has you giggling, pulling him out of the bathroom.

“Come on, let’s order some pizza and catch up on our shows.”

[cryptids-lair-of-hyperfixations]

i feel like talking more about tmnt (2012) and rise of the tmnt. i’ll probably just refer to them as “2012″ and “rise” as this goes on since it’s easier.

but specifically i want to talk about the character designs just because i think about this a lot.

i’ve never seen the original renditions of the tmnt franchise, but i’ve seen like, screenshots and i’ve seen what they looked like insofar as the art style is concerned. and the turtles all look like carbon copies of each other with the only difference being that they’re color coordinated. and not to talk badly about ancient shows, but that’s not great character design.

the 2012 show kind of had this problem too. they did their best giving the turtles unique head shapes, but in my opinion that’s only slightly better than just the color coordinating. it’s not great, but they tried to make the characters look unique to each other. this is also specifically concerning the character silhouettes. the only unique thing the 2012 guys have is head shapes.

and even then, i think if i was shown the silhouette of 2012 leo, i’d probably have to see what weapon he was holding before i could safely answer leo.

this is part of why i love rise’s art style so much. the turtles look so super unique to one another, they all have such different silhouettes. the 2d art style works super well for these types of designs! donnie’s goggles and head shape give him a unique silhouette to leo - not only that, but even smaller details like their bandanas are super different from each other. 

something else that makes designs really good is like, when you can immediately tell a character’s vibe just by seeing only their design. i only know anything about the original tmnt because, well, none of the characters have drastically changed. i mean, donnie’s always been the smart one, raph’s always been a brute, mikey’s always been goofy... but looking at their designs in the original show? can’t see it at all. i think the best the 2012 show was at this was raph’s design! the ripped bandana and the little nick in his shell. you can almost immediately tell he’s definitely going to be the local hothead/the aggressive type.

yet, in rise, raph is the largest of them all and he has spikes, his bandana still has a nick in it. you can tell just by looking at his design that he is the big brother, he’s still a brute, he’s just more of a tank.

(something else i think rise did right is making the turtles different species. it adds more personality and that unique quality. it’s honestly perfect and makes sense in this context. speaking of context, i think the origin story in rise makes so much more sense than what was going on in the 2012 show.)

i think the character writing drastically improved in rise. obviously anyone who saw the 1987 or the 2003 show take this with a grain of salt because i’ve only seen 2012 and rise, but...

when i went back and watched a few episodes of the 2012 show, the guys absolutely despised each other. quoting something i said on discord, “it feels like tmnt 2012 was written by someone who didnt have siblings but figured Oh siblings never get along so they're just gonna DESPISE each other"

now, take that with a grain of salt too because i am an only child and that is how i grew up, but i don’t think normal siblings would just... behave like that, i guess. it’s constant fighting with the 2012 cast, like they’ve never tolerated each other in their lives. you grew up with only each other, no outside world, and you can’t get along for one second?

i would understand the occasional teasing, mockery, or fight... but what was going on in the 2012 show is none of those things. it’s like they love hating each other more than they actually love each other. (now, keep in mind on my rewatch so far i’ve seen the first 2 episodes, and the episode where casey is introduced. i don’t know the ins and outs because it’s been maybe 10 years since i’ve watched the 2012, but jeez.)

i don’t know the ins and outs of sibling relationships because like i said i didn’t grow up with siblings, but i have friends who i consider siblings, and im not constantly fighting w/ them or whatever the 2012 show had going on. so, again, take that with a grain of salt. anyone who grew up with siblings feel free to let me know how you feel in the notes.

but this is to say that i really like their dynamic as a team and their dynamics in pairs or trios. they’re fun, and they love each other, and even when they’re teasing each other you can tell there’s some level of unconditional love. they’re messing with each other, being annoying on purpose, even sometimes completely screwing up missions, and yet they still love each other because they’re brothers. they’re homies and it’s awesome to see that.

anyway this is getting long so i’ll be done rambling for now. 

i’m bad at tags.

[dorcasavelinehill]

YOUR ARMS FEEL LIKE HOME - Ch. 2: What Works For Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21747418/chapters/51883102

“So here’s a philosophical question for you:  is it really theft if we’re paying exact change plus tax?” Mike squished into the corner against the back wall of the liquor store (after only getting them slightly lost one last time before finding it) and watched intently while Donnie picked the lock. Leo pulled a long face.  “It’s still breaking-and-entering.  And we’re underage.”  He stood squished on the other side, looking around furtively, as if he were expecting their father to step out of the shadows at any moment and catch them red-handed.

April considered his argument.  “In America.  Not other countries.” Leo looked at her.  “What country are we in?” “Doesn’t mean we’re wrong.  Could be a bad law.” “It’s not a bad law.” “Are you sure?” Donnie thrust a hand straight up between the pair.  “Hi!  Remember me?  I’m trying to concentrate here!” Mike looked puzzled.  “Why do you need your ears to concentrate on picking a lock?” “Someone hit him for me.” Raph gave Mike a light smack across the back of his head.  As Mike rubbed his head, not the least bit perturbed, Donnie laughed, “Bingo!”   The back door sprang open with a loud bang as it crashed into the far wall. Everyone went very still, waiting for any indication of an alarm going off, silently or otherwise.  Even Mike was frozen, waiting, despite being the one who claimed the store alarm had gone on the blink and nobody had bothered to replace or repair it yet.  When they were certain the cops weren’t on their way the group relaxed. April chuckled nervously as they made their way inside.  “So we’re officially criminals?”   Don gave her a light nudge with his elbow.  “Only if someone catches us.” “Which we’re not going to let happen,” Leo said pointedly.  “Think you can get the register working, Kitten?” April snorted, “No problem,” and set to work on it. “Oooh, Kaluah!” “No.”  Leo grabbed Michelangelo by the bandana tails and yanked him back.  “We’re buying beer and then we’re leaving.  Raph, get me two Bud Lights.” Raphael leveled him a look that could have brought down a mountain.  “I ain’t letting ya drink piss water.”  He thrust two Shiner Blondes at his older brother.  For himself, Raph selected a six-pack of Shiner 97, and snagged a bottle of Blue Moon for April. “Bingo!” April sang out.  The register chirped for her and the cash drawer extended.  There was no till, naturally, but that didn’t matter.  “Bring ‘em over.” She rang up the Blondes, the 97, and the Blue Moon.  “Can I have anoth-” “No,” Raph said. Annoying, but April didn’t feel like getting into it with him.   Mike brought over a six-pack of some weird IPA thing called El Dorado, while Donnie grabbed a six of Guinness Extra Stouts.  When nobody was looking, Don dropped her a wink.  She ducked her head and hid a smile.  At least one of the boys wasn’t going to baby her tonight. She rang it all up.  Leo shrugged and dropped several neatly-folded bills on the counter top.  “Alright, not exact change.  They can call it a tip.” “They want a tip,” Donnie grumbled, “here’s a tip - get a new security system.  Prefereably not one advertised on your local paranormal podcast.” “Ah, Donnie.”  Raph slapped Don on the shoulder.  “Nobody robs nobody in dis part ‘a town.  Billionaires’ Row’s right down the street.  Who’s gonna break in here?”  He smirked and snagged his six-pack, leading the way out the back door. “Well, I ought to leave the door unlocked on principle,” Don snarked quietly.  He didn’t, though.  Locking up was easier than unlocking the door without a key. They stuck to the shadows, returning to their rooftops.  Their rooftops - nobody else in the city could claim them the way the kids did.   Running was freedom.   Rooftop to rooftop was a straight path that only required a leap of faith, something all of them took fearlessly.  The boys were machines of muscle and sinew that sprung and landed with precision.  April was a little goat, her sneakers skidding on landing, but always recovering her balance in an instant, never losing her footing.   They flung themselves at a building that towered over the roof they ran across.  As they ran, jumped, and climbed, they caught hold of window ledges, siding, brick, and metal fire escapes.  They accomplished all of this with no more sound than a quiet sigh of mortar and a gentle shiver of metal, while the children clambered skyward onto the next roof.   Every movement was finesse.   They moved fluidly, unseen from building to building, following the bright moonlight until they found a good spot with a nice view and plenty of room.  It wasn’t the observation deck at The Rock, but they had a decent view of Central Park and the skyline.

*****

April unhooked her camera from the back of her belt.  All the buildings glowed like fireflies in the darkness.  She photographed the skyline, getting wide angle shots of several buildings, then photographed people dancing in the street far below them. She even managed to get several shots of a party bus moving slowly down a side street, the music, mostly dance remixes of popular tunes, drifting up as the bus passed by. April swayed, feeling the rhythm, then turned back to her brothers.   They sat on the edge of the roof across from her, beers settled neatly against the ledge wall, safe from falling over.  She seated herself between Mike and Don, kicking her legs like a little kid.  Donnie handed her a bottle from his six-pack instead of the Blue Moon Raph had picked out for her.  Either Raph wasn’t paying attention or he’d decided it wasn’t worth arguing about. Around them, the city sang. “Pretty night,” Mike said. “It’s going to start getting cold next month,” Leo said.  He pulled a grimace that the others sympathized with.  Of all of them, Leonardo felt the cold the worst, though he had learned how to power through it.  This was probably going to be the last time they could get out for a long night before the weather got really nasty.  That was probably the main reason their father chased them out for the evening. They had never kept to a strictly “human” schedule; the end of September marked a break period from intellectual learning and a return to heavy physical exercise.  More advanced combat lessons, extended sparring practice in the dojo, and “winter cleaning,” where their entire home was inspected from bottom to top, searched out for any weaknesses in either defense or in structural integrity.   Donnie took a long swig of his beer.  “The service manual for the Triumph came yesterday.” Raphael grinned widely.  “Awesome!” “You know we’re going to have to start from scratch with the engine,” Donnie said. Raph shrugged.  “We gotta start somewhere.” “Oh, God,” Mike sighed.  April buried her face in her hand.   In March, Raphael and Donatello had pooled their funds and purchased a pile of junk they claimed was a 1973 Triumph Bonneville T120V.  According to them, it was a motorcycle.  Leo called it a relic of a bygone era.  Mike declared it a desperate cry for help.  April had hummed “Taps” over it and covered it with an old table cloth, the better to shield the remains from impressionable eyes. Despite its sad condition, Donnie and Raphael played around with it throughout the spring and summer, trying to catalog all the parts and determine what needed the most attention.  Don tried looking for instructions online and came to the conclusion they needed a good, solid, hard copy of the service manual if they wanted to get it back to working condition - the idea of smearing grease and assorted bits of metal over his computer rubbed him the wrong way, and anyway, a manual took up less room than a laptop. Raph wasn’t inclined to talk as much as, say, Michelangelo, and if Donnie got lost in a project, he could be silent for hours while he observed or made notes or whatever he was doing.  Get them on the subject of the Triumph, though, and you couldn’t shut them up. Automotives not being her thing, April quickly cut in before they could start talking specifications or spark plugs or whatever went into making a motorcycle.  “Think Splinter will start training me on the sword this winter?” “Nope,” Raphael said. She jerked, eyes going wide.  “What do you know that I don’t?”  Her lips pulled down into a tight scowl. “You don’t got the muscle mass.”  He took a long swallow of beer, finished the bottle, and set it down behind him, fetching another one. Without looking at Raphael, Leo casually reached out a hand and yanked hard on his bandana tails.  Raph’s head jerked.  He spat out a, “Fuck, Leo!” and glared at his older brother. Leo shook his head warningly.  “That’s between her and Father.  Keep your beak out of it.” Mike said, “I think you could -” Leo interrupted.  “You, too, Mikey.  Father’s the Master.  He decides who trains with what.” “Thank you,” April said.  She brought her bottle to her lips and was surprised to find it empty.  “These go too fast.” Donatello handed her another of his beers.   Raph watched the exchange silently.  He could be such a judgy bastard sometimes, even if he didn’t come out and say anything.  April quite deliberately opened and drank half the bottle while he watched.  She wasn’t some baby anymore, after all.   Mike rolled his eyes at all the unnecessary drama.  “I’m staying out of it,” he said, pointedly looking at Leo, “but I think you can tell Dad what you want to learn.  You don’t know he’ll say ‘no’ unless you try, right?” “Mmm.”  April shrugged.  “I guess.  Just, if we’re gonna be stuck inside all winter, I want to learn something interesting.  I hate going into lock-down.”  She banged her heels against the side of the building.  “I feel like a rabbit hiding in a hole in the ground.” Raph reached behind Don to grab her pigtail, but he only gave a little yank, not a rough pull.  “Yeah.”  His version of rough sympathy.  April rubbed her head, thinking about the long, dark months ahead.   The collective mood was somber.  The run had been fun, and the chase, but that couldn’t dispel the dark cloud hanging over the five of them. Mike snorted and unhooked a small cellular device from the back of his belt, muttering, “Screw it,” under his breath.  He poked at the touch screen.  Music came out, blasting at first.  He had to quickly lower the volume while the others winced.  “Hang on, hang on.” The quality was a little tinny, but it was perfectly danceable.  Stevie Nicks’ hypnotic voice belted out the grainy beginings of April’s favorite song

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn’t you love to love her?  

He set the phone on the edge of the ledge, climbing onto the roof proper and tugging on April’s pigtails lightly. “C’mon, Kitten.  I don’t wanna waste the last long night out, y’know?” April grinned and gave Mike a playful shove. “Knock it off.” “No, really!”  Mike looked over April’s shoulder and wagged his brow ridges.  “Leo, tell April she has to dance with me!” Leo sipped his beer without looking at either of the little ones.  “April, go dance with Mike.”  His lips turned up at the corners. Rolling her eyes, April hopped over the ledge to join Mike.  It wasn’t exactly a dancing song, but it was her favorite, and Michelangelo was as inclined to indulge her as Leo or Raph. Mike wrapped his right arm around her waist, taking her hand and giving her a quick spin before pulling her closer and taking the lead.  Leo, Raph, and Donnie swiveled around to watch the two of them finding the rhythm.  

She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless…

April ignored the first icy breath of the wind against her cheeks and shut her eyes, pretending the whole world was watching, like she had a spotlight on her, and instead of tight-fitting, black-and-grey leggings and wrap-around shirt, she wore a long, flowing dress and fresh flowers in her hair.

Rhiannon...

The background singers repeated, and then were abruptly cut off by a high-pitched voice suddenly crooning, Ohhhh This is a story ‘bout a guy named Al, and he lived in the sewer with his hamster pal, and all of them were startled out of whatever reverie they were all in.  Mike dropped April’s hand and rushed for the phone, picking it up just as the jingle died.  His thumbs flew as he texted madly. Leo turned to Donnie.  “Did you check in?” he asked a little anxiously. Donnie shook his head.  “You were supposed to!” “I thought you were!  You told him you would!” “I said we would!  We, as in ‘any one of us!’” Between them, Raph looked disgusted.  “You two’re hopeless.” Mike finished typing out his text and listened for the beep.  “He says make sure we’re home on time.” “That’s a given,” Don said. “Anything else?” Leo asked. The phone beeped again.  “Um.  He wants a selfie of us,” Mike said. Don squished close to Raph on one side, Leo on the other.  April climbed into Don’s lap and ducked her head a little so she wasn’t blocking either Raph or Donnie’s faces.  Mike crouched between Raph and Leo and held his phone up sideways, preparing to take a picture.  “Everybody smile!” He paused for a moment, then said, “Raph, c’mon, smile.” “I am smiling,” said Raphael.  He did not smile. “Damn it, Raph, just smile!” Leo said, poking him in the side. In retaliation, Raph parted his lips in an epic grimace, displaying teeth in shark-like proportions.  Mike snapped the picture and sent it before Leo could protest. “Damn it, Raph!” “That was a smile!  I smiled!” The two of them went back and forth for a minute when the phone beeped again.  Michelangel read the response, then groaned loudly, grabbing their attention. “Eh?” “Wha-?” Mike rubbed his eyes, a headache apparently setting in.  He handed the phone to Leo, who read it, shut his eyes, and blew a loud sigh out his nose, before passing the phone over to Raph. Raph took the phone, read it, and screamed, “Sonovabitch!” Donnie snatched the phone away while Raphael advanced on his younger brother.  He held it out for April to read it with him.   The message was short and simple.   “Next time, make sure the beer bottles are not in frame.” Her stomach sinking, she scrolled the text screen up.  There, indeed, was the photograph, shot at an angle to get everyone in frame, two half-empty sixers included by Mike’s feet. “You couldn’t pay attention for two seconds?” Raph hollered at Mike.  Mike rolled his eyes, but his mouth pulled down guiltily at the corners.  “Gezuz, Mike!” “You guys didn’t move!  You just squished in!  Why weren’t you paying attention?” Leo said, “Maybe we should pack it in.”  He looked regretfully at the untouched beer bottles. “Yeah,” April said, “head home early and avoid being beheaded at dawn.  He can kill us immediately.” And then a flash of light. Everyone blinked, caught off-guard. “Was that lightning?” Mike asked. “That was not lightning,” Leo said. All heads turned to April.  As baffled as they were, she pointed both hands at her right hip, where her camera remained undisturbed.  Meaning, if it wasn’t her camera flash going off… A second flash alerted the group to the direction of the camera.  They turned and looked.  Two buildings down, there was a mild commotion.  Of the camera man, all they could make out at this distance was a hunched figure that looked like it was wearing a mask.  It stood up straight when they looked at it, cocked its head, and then apparently figured out they realized it was there, because it turned on its heels and took off at top speed, jumping from one roof to the next, more clumsily than they, but surprisingly fast. “Oh,” said Leo.  “Shhhhhhhhit!”

[sakuraaikagami-blog]

Lock and Key (Mikey x reader)

(P/N) = Pet name 

"(P/N)!? Where are you?" (Y/N) yelled out through the lair. The three brothers looked at her and Mikey as if hey were idiots. Well, that was sort of true, they did look stupid, looking for a pet. But most of the attention was draw to Mikey. He had never taken care of a pet before, and (Y/N) regretted allowing him to take care of her lovely companion for the weekend. However, she was far too concerned to be angry at the youngest brother. He did his best, and (P/N) is sometimes easily lost. The creature was always filled with wonder, matching a child in an amusement park perfectly. 

"I don't think she's here, (Y/N)." Mikey mentioned in an apologetic way. If she wouldn't be so in love with (P/N) maybe she would have slapped him by now for loosing him/her. The thoughts of accidents filler (Y/N)'s head like a carousel with children. A total chaos in other words. She couldn't focus on anything properly. Her mind seemed to be filled with absolutely nothing and everything at the same time as static like noises filled her ears from the stress. Or maybe it was just from the TV? 

"Maybe she's/he's in the van? You know how much he/she enjoys playing in it." Mikey suggested, and (Y/N) lit up. She ran faster than Mikey thought was possible for a human to run towards the van and almost broke the doors of when she opened it. Mikey froze at the harsh sounds and checked if any of his brothers noticed. Thankfully, they were all doing what they were interested in. Donatello did look over confused but Mikey nodded him off. A thumbs up and the brother in purple was gone.

(Y/N) looked everywhere in the van, she practically turned it up-side down. Mikey stood outside the van and listened as (Y/N) rambled on and on about how worried she was. Once in a while, she called for (P/N) and waited for an answer, but when none came, she started over. He felt really bad, blamed himself for everything that happened even when it was Raphael that scared the poor animal away. Raph should be the one to look for (Y/N)'s pet, not he! He was the whole blame, but what's done is done and Mikey was the only one that was worried enough to offer his help.

A small whimper caught his attention. He looked over at the side of his feet and noticed some fur sticking out from underneath the van. He instantly recognized it. "You may want to come out, dudette! I found her/him!" (Y/N) jumped out of the van and almost fell down, if Mikey hasn't caught her. She grabbed his forearms and looked with hope deep into his eyes."  "Where?!"  Mikey pointed to the fur he saw. (Y/N) gasped in excitement and went under the van to grab her loved one. Mikey copied her, but from the opposite side to grab (P/N) in case he/she would run somewhere. He refused to spend another two hours looking for a ball of fur. 

"I think he's/she's stuck." Mikey pointed out. (Y/N) noticed all the wires Donnie wasn't finished working with wrapped around (P/N)'s legs. The poor animal had been there for such a long time, stuck. (Y/N) felt both awful and relieved at the same time. But she couldn't cut anything, because Donnie then would go nuts!  "How about you untangle her/his legs while I lift her/him up a bit?" Mikey suggested. it sounded like a simple, but effective plan. (P/N) squirmed in Mikey's grasp when he lifter her/him up lightly. (Y/N) unwrapped the wires from her/his legs as fast as she could, but it was harder than she thought because of all the kicking and fighting back. Mikey seemed to struggle a little bit as well, but managed to hold on.  "Just one more. Shh (P/N)." (Y/N) tried to comfort (P/N).  She/he instantly ran away from them when she/he was free from the wires. They both followed her/him with their eyes and then shared a laugh. (Y/N) turned to face Mikey and thank him, but stopped when she realized how close their faces were. "How did we get this close?" Mikey asked, but didn't look away. It was as if their eyes were locked together. And everyone know exactly how hard it was to break a lock without a key. Something needed to be done to stop their incredibly strong, locked, eye contact.  "I don't know, really." (Y/N) answered quietly.  "It is wired if I want to come closer?" Mikey asked, blushed, looked down and then back up. (Y/N) smiled sweetly and leaned in to grant Mikey's wish. The kiss was soft and sweet. But too short for (Y/N)'s liking. She crawled closer and connected their lips again. Mikey gasped against her lips but kissed back and even pushed her closer to him with a hand on the back of her head. (Y/N) loved everything that was happening. She was so happy! Her hands couldn't keep still. Her finders twirled the ends of his bandana and then rested on his shoulders. 

"Did you find (P/N)?" Master Splinter asked after he spotted Mikey's and (Y/N)'s legs from underneath the van. When no response came, he leaned down and checked what was going on. His eyes widened when he noticed the passion that went on for who knows how long? "Did you find (P/N)?" Master Splinter repeated and watched as his son and (Y/N) slowly went out from underneath the van, both expressions full of fear that they tried to cover up with smiles.

"Let's have some tea and talk a little bit, alright?" Master Splinter smiled evilly.

[totally-sewer-apples-blog]

A White Wedding (TMNT, Mikey X Reader)

(The last part of my one hundred followers celebration. Once again, thank you all for the support. I should be back to doing my usual requests and stuff now so look forward to more content in the future. ^.^ ) It wasn't a church. Or a five star hotel. Or somewhere exotic. It was a warehouse. Old, abandoned, empty. April had done an admirable job of trying to spruce it up for you both, with decorations and pretty lights but there was no denying the fact. This wasn't, as a little girl, how you'd pictured your wedding venue. But you didn't seem to care as you stood at the end of the makeshift aisle, dressed in the dress of your dreams- Complete with a tiara on top that made you feel like a Princess. And at the end of the slightly shabby red carpet, stood the man- Okay fine the turtle- you loved more than life itself. He scrubbed up nicely despite his childish attitude. He'd even shed his trademark orange bandana for the day, swapped out for an orange tie. You appreciated that. Much as the bandana was... Charming, this was your wedding. As duct taped together as it might be. The music didn't come from an organ, rather Casey had donated his MP3 and it's dock for the day, which played a slightly fuzzy quality rendition of the typical bridal march. You didn't have your father by your side as you walked. Much as you loved Mikey, he could never meet your family. You didn't mind too much. You'd never had a great relationship. Instead, Master Splinter had offered and you had happily accepted, agreeing with his comment that he'd always been like a father to you anyway. Now he'd be your father-in-law. You smiled a little, glancing from side to side as you walked. At your friends and family around you. The Hamato brothers and their own respective wives all looked delighted for the pair of you. Leo seemed to be having some form of breakdown that his baby brother was an adult now, Raph was hiding tears that were definitely there, Donnie was taking well timed wedding pictures. Your gaze went forward again, as you took your place beside Mikey, who flashed you a grin and a small thumbs up. You giggled and mocked his movement, throwing a copy of it back at him, as the two of you stood before a wedding arch Donnie had built out of old wires and metal pipes. Everyone else had done their best to hide how ugly it was under a plethora of flowers. It hadn't worked. Clearing his throat, Casey- Yeah you weren't so sure how Casey had managed to bag the job of vicar- rubbed his hands together, seeming to prepare himself. At least, you'd give him he'd put in some effort, he had a little priestly dog collar and everything. " We are gathered here today, to witness the marriage of this chick to this guy, " The hockey nut began, electing some groans from the audience and a giggle from you. " Do you, Y/N L/N- Wait do you have middle names? " Casey stopped looking at you. You rolled your eyes. " Casey you've known me for years, you're telling me you don't know? " You asked sceptically. " Uh... I mean, never mind! Do you, Y/N L/N take Mikey to be your husband, in sickness and in health, even if he gets super annoying, until one of you kick the bucket? " He asked you, and you smile. " I do, " You agreed, Mikey looking over joyed by this. But of course that was your answer! You wouldn't have agreed to marry him otherwise. " And you, do Michelangelo Hamato take Y/N/N to be your wifey for lifey? In sickness and in health, even if she wants twenty six kids, until you die? " He then turns to Mikey with equally silly vows. April seemed on the verge of coming over here to hit him. " I do, " Mikey agreed, nodding enthusiastically. " Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, congrats, " Casey said, taking a step down from his little podium and going off to playfully lecture Raph about 'going to church to confess his sins'. Neither of you did waste a second, quickly pulling each other into a loving kiss. It may not have been a dream wedding but it was the perfect wedding for you.