#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles

[yanteetle]

May i request for ummmmm more yandere Mikey?? I just love him sm, and i just love your art soooo much!

"i dunno, He's nice and all... but there's something off about him. I can feel it.."

Let's be real, y/n was bound to talk about Mikey's weird behavior at some point. Let's only hope his eavesdropping doesn't result in any more bloodshed than necessary…

I tried to make it look creepy. Kinda failed at that, but it was a fun drawing to work on in the end! I want to work on more stalker-themed drawings in the future, they're surprisingly energizing to work on! It was kind of a challenge working on the lighting for this one, but I made it work.. Somewhat. If someone wants to take this and add some color and extra life to it, feel free!

[yanyanderes]

Villain y/n 🛐🛐

villain!(y/n): *smashes raph’s head into a wall, throws his unconscious body at leo, steals donnie’s staff and smacks him in the head with it, and stands over mikey, weapon pointed at him, ready to finish him off* any last words?

mikey:

yan!mikey: is this love?

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Platonic Splinter(2012) with his obsession, during a mission, just accidentally became a mutant.

Of course! I'll see what I can do for this :) Concept as not specified.

Yandere! Platonic! 2012! Splinter with Accidental Mutant! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective parent, Isolation, Manipulation, Dubious family dynamic, Restraints, Paranoia.

You are most likely a friend of the Turtles who has just enough combat knowledge to go on missions with them.

Splinter cares for you like a child of his because you're always around.

Mutation is a risk that's considered when you help the turtles at times.

Mutagen Ooze is a dangerous weapon that some of he enemies of the Turtles use.

Accidental mutation was a factor that would come up at some point.

Of course, it's a devastating development.

Your mutation affects not only you, but everyone you care about.

The Turtles blame themselves when it happens.

One little slip up and you've been dunked into the glowing ooze.

The Turtles struggle with telling Splinter what happened.

Splinter has become attached to you and treated you as family, despite you being a human.

When the Turtles come back, without you by their side...

Splinter begins demanding answers.

Here's the story;

After you mutated you had run away.

Many people who become accidental mutants tend to be overwhelmed and run.

Before the Turtles could calm your overwhelmed state, you had fled.

An Accidental Mutant! Darling could go one of two ways.

You could keep your sentience and just be horrified at what you've become or you could be a feral mutant.

This merely changes how you act when they find you.

Splinter would immediately make it a goal to find you.

You must be so scared and confused.

You're all alone in a body you don't understand.

Recovering you is top priority before someone like Shredder weaponizes you.

If you've still retained your mental state, bringing you back is easily.

Once the Turtles locate you and bring you back, you feel ashamed to see Splinter.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I can't imagine Splinter blames you for your mutation.

He wishes you never went on that mission but he doesn't scold you too much.

In fact, he embraces you.

Splinter missed you, he was so worried for you.

After this event he's probably hesitant on letting you outside again.

Until you're more accustomed to your new body, he'll take care of you.

He's like a father to you, after all.

You most likely don't want to go outside after the event for awhile anyways, so you most likely won't notice the yandere behavior of Splinter for a bit.

Then there's if you're a more feral mutant at first.

Taking you back to the sewers is harder.

It also requires restraints.

Seeing you in such a state is devastating to Splinter.

You used to be so lively, now that good nature of yours is just replaced with animalistic desires.

You most likely have to be chained and muzzled.

Until you regain your mind, if you ever, you're kept restrained in a part of the sewers.

That or maybe Donnie's lab while he finds a way to fix you.

Splinter still treats you like his child, even if you have the mind of an animal.

You're kept fed and given comfort, but it's all through a cage.

You want freedom, yet you also cage carnage.

Splinter tells himself that this is the best for you.

If he released you now, you could be taken advantage of.

Staying in this cage, growling and sputtering at him and his sons, is the best situation.

He hopes there's good news in the future.

He hopes you either find your mind or are found a cure.

Until then... he'll take care of you like he always has...

Even if it is through a cage against your will.

[toast-on-dandelioms]

✨Hallo! You can call me Alex and I write about whatever I find extremely interesting or whatever I can obsess over for a period of time.✨

So this is the masterlist for what you can request (I will try to write if I can), and what I write for!

Rules for requesting anything:

-I do not write anything smut for now

-I won't always do everyone's asks because I am pretty busy with school so please don't get mad if I don't do your ask/request.

-you can ask about characters in current fics!

-I will write yanderes, mostly platonic and maybe romantic.

-I will try writing romantic yanderes but I am not good with romance, so please don't get mad if I don't do it well.

-I will only write the reader gender neutral, so mostly using 'you' or they/them in fics. I will not write fics with a specific gender.

-you can request gore and dark content but again, I am not the best writer in this app so please don't be mad and compare me to another writer.

-english is not my first language, it's like my third language, so if you see mistakes sorry.

Also to find the fics without having to search for it!

(Small warning, if a fandom has a '_' next to it, it means I do know about the characters and what happens but I am not super knowledgeable about it, so if I write the fic and you see the character not being like you see on the show, then sorry)

The fandoms I will write about:

-DC

-Marvel

-Jujutsu Kaisen_

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Avatar and Avatar the way of the water

-Turtle mutant Ninja Turtles and Rise of the Mutant Ninja turtles

-Stranger Things

-Fast and Furious

-One piece_

-Spiderverse

-Arcane

-Genshin Impact_

-Ouran Host Club

-Hazbin Hotel

-Helluva Boss

(If there's more I will update it!)

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For all the dividers and when I'll change the masterlist, I take everything from @saradika-graphics, all the beautiful dividers are from her! So follow her since she does amazing designs!

[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

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A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

[gayshroomboi]

Yandere headcanons for the rise boys!

Nothing overly graphic, deep or detailed will be here! Just some base heascanons!

—Mikey—

He’s the baby of the boys but also knows emotions, but that being said I don’t think he would realize his own right off the bat.

He’s touchy normally but after feelings start he’s going to cling and hold on no matter what like a koala!

He wants to be touching or around you constantly. Day, night, awake, asleep, if you know he’s there or not.

Mikey would get more attached as time goes on to the point where after a few weeks his clinging evolves into stalking and constant monitoring.

He would expense his love through cooking and touch.

Everything you do seems amazing to him, he’s obsessed with you.

He would do anything you asked him to do.

That person keeps bothering you? Forget them! They won’t be able to bother you with a broken jaw!

He’s far more likely to scare and slowly separate your family and friends away from you than to hurt them. If a overly nosy family member goes missing? Oh I’m so sorry how can he help?

He’s slow to violence as a yandere but will stoop to it if need be, never against you! Everyone other than you or his family is free game though!

I doubt he would kill in front of you if possible but if push comes to shove he would not hesitate to protect you and himself

If he’s not constantly near you once he’s obsessed he’s anxious, pacing, paranoid and coming up with ways to get you to stay longer.

I doubt he would purposely harm you, he knows your not made of glass but he still worries. Besides it’s far more fun it tie you up and watch you try to escape while all wrapped up!

He’s unlikely to jump to kidnapping you unless he feels it’s necessary or that you would simply be safer and happier with him. You would be constantly with him! It would be amazing!

—Raph—

This boi is protective

Protective to an extreme degree, you will not be allowed to walk on your own if you so much as bump your knee or step on your ankle weird.

He’s going to carry you around like one of his plushies and act like your made of porcelain.

He would probably realize his feelings early on but not quite realize his obsession isn’t normal

He isn’t exactly quick to anger but his is a Raph, the anger issues may not be as evident in rise but they are there.

His anger would never be turned on you but god help anyone who has ever wronged you in the slightest.

He would probably loose himself in fights if it involved you, killing something becoming very likely the longer the fight goes on.

He would be brutal, aggressive and cruel when it comes to making those who have or wish to harm you hurt.

He would probably scare himself into kidnapping you. What if you leave one day and don’t come back? What if someone finds your apartment and hurts you? You would be safer where he could always find you!

He’s gentle with you most the time but sometimes hugs tight enough to be painful or sometimes clips you on his spines and shell

If you ever said he had hurt you he would lock you in his room with him with his plushies and blankets where it’s safe till he can find a suitable apology.

Your his most precious thing after all, no plushie or person could compare to you.

The only way to keep you safe is with him and maybe his brothers, but they’re reckless with you. Your better off sat among his plushies and pillows, comfortable and safe.

—Leo—

I feel like Leo’s main go to wouldn’t be manipulation right off the bat. He’s the face man, his going to entertain and try to make you want on your own to stay before manipulating you to stay.

Probably the second most likely to kidnap you, thinking out every way to safely get you to the sewer and every way to keep you there.

He’s the most likely to use physical violence against you, not as far as broken bones but a dislocated ankle or shoulder to keep you from trying anything a second time is worth it in his mind.

He would probably deny his feelings at the start before giving up and going out of his way to woo you.

He knows his obsession with you isn’t healthy but he can’t bring himself to care to much, as long as your his he will happily be yours.

He feels useless so he would constantly do anything you ask of him, help you reach something, beat a difficult level in a game, make a teacher/boss ‘leave’. ANYTHING

He’s going to constantly show off to you, he’s going to learn things just so he can show he new skills off to you!

He trusts his family to look after and protect you when he can’t but it upsets him if you get to close or prefer one of his brothers over him.

You belong to him after all, your his! Not his brothers, his! Your his and he’s yours. Anything other than that will not stand

If he can’t convince you to stay with him without manipulation then he will slowly start to manipulate you into believing your family and friends hate/don’t care about you.

He’ll convince you the world is out to get you and your not safe but if you stay where he can keep you safe you will be alright. Just stay with him!

Killing isn’t his go to, he would much rather mutilate them so they live knowing what they did and what they are, animals. How dare the threaten your divinity with harm. Your are his, not theres.

—Donnie—

He’s obsessed, not as much as Mikey but still obsessed.

Touching is a sensory no for him but when it comes to you it’s not so bad, bearable, desirable almost.

He wants you with him everywhere, trailing behind him when he goes to a new room or him following you everywhere you go.

He definitely takes the longest to realize his feelings and obsession. He knows his obsession is bad but will convince himself he’s not obsessed and what he’s feeling is rational.

One of the first things he ever did was bug and track your phone. How can he protect you if he doesn’t know where you are after all!

Gifts! He constantly gives you gifts. Whether they’re for your or his benefit doesn’t matter!

A digital wristlet like his so you can contact them directly with a built in panic button! Cool now he knows your safe and where you are at all times, built in tranquilizer in case something goes wrong and he can always see you!

He’s the most likely to kidnap you, the thought would come to him randomly and he would latch on to it. Imagine having you with him constantly, listening to him and actually seeing him.

He would probably get the bear basics before kidnapping you on a whim, just wanting you with him already.

If he ever decided you were going to cuddle with him you would not be able to leave until he was done. Doesn’t matter if your uncomfortable, he’s going to take what he can get.

He’s likely to use physical violence against you, not in an attempt to actually harm you but if you ever try to escape or harm him or his brothers he’ll do anything to restrain you and keep you safe.

Your just scared, once you realize he just wants you with him you’ll stop fighting

[someone-named-adel]

This idea appeared in my head yesterday and now I finished writing it

(Don't let it be noticed that I have a small favoritism for Donatello and Raphael)

I let out a sigh with slight annoyance as I hear a childish "MC!!! Where are you?" Grumbling.

I let out a "I'll be right there, just wait a bit" in response.

I glance over my shoulder at Raphael, who is behind me reaching for a cookie jar on the kitchen counter.

I raise an eyebrow in disbelief as I look at him, as I finish stirring the milk in the last bottle I had in my hands, letting it rest for a moment on the table next to three other bottles, I turn my body and lean against the side of the table, crossing my arms as I ask the boy in the room with me "do you need help?" Despite knowing he was going to refuse anyway.

Said and done, baby Rafael negotiated my help, pouting, as he mumbled what would be an "I can do it myself", returning to his task of trying to reach the cookie jar.

I stare at him for a few seconds in silence, finally deciding to help him.

I walk over to Rafael, and, reach out my arm above him, successfully taking the jar of cookies, opening it and eating one.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Rafael raises his head, looking at me with wide eyes.

Soon, an embarrassed expression appears on his face.

Still holding the cookie jar in his hands, and finishing eating the cookie I pull out, I hold out the jar, silently telling him he can have one.

Rafael reaches into the jar and pulls out a cookie, mumbling a "thank you" and then whispering "I could have done that myself".

I close the cookie jar and return it to its place on the counter, walk to the table and grab a bottle.

"Here" I offer the bottle to Raphael, who takes it from my hand with his face again red with embarrassment.

I hear another groan from outside the kitchen, again asking for me.

With a sigh, I tell Rafael to follow me, as I take the other three bottles that were resting on the table in my hands.

I leave the kitchen, entering the living room with Rafael following behind me, as soon as he arrived, I see a mess of blankets, pillows, some stuffed animals, and the three remaining children whining in unison.

Well, two children whining in unison, the third one looked like he was holding back tears, his eyes were glassy and he was pouting.

I let out a "I am here!" as I walk into the mess in the middle of the room.

The whimpers die down at the sound of my voice, three pairs of teary eyes land on my figure.

Two of the three babies come running up to me, grabbing my clothes and tugging them a bit, as they let out whimpering comments with their voices cracking from the resent crying.

I wobble a bit from the tugging, trying to keep my balance with the bottles still in my hands.

Baby Rafael notices my little problem and tries to separate the two babies who were clinging to me "Leo, Mikey, stop! They're going to fall!"

The two babies looked at him pouting, but reluctantly obey.

I let out a sigh, looking gratefully towards Raphael, who averts his gaze from mine, pouting and letting out a "hmph!" as his cheeks turned a slight pink.

Returning my gaze to the two babies in front of me, who watched the exchange of glances between Baby Rafael and me with jealous eyes, I offer them the bottles, which they both immediately take and start drinking.

I turn away from them, walking in the direction of Baby Donatello, who looks at me with those big baby eyes.

Feeling a bit captivated by his innocent look and appearance, I calmly offer him the bottle, which he takes out of my hands slowly, as if afraid of scaring me off if I make any sudden moves.

Baby Donatello begins to drink from his bottle and I gently take him in my arms, heading to the living room sofa, which had a blanket on it that was wrinkled and disheveled, perhaps the result of the mess they made when they didn't see me when the three of them woke up.

I fixed the soft blanket with one of my hands with slight difficulty, since I was carrying Baby Donatello in the other.

Once my work was done, I left Baby Donatello sitting on the couch, and went to get the other three babies, carrying them one by one and leaving them on the couch.

I let out a sigh as I finished, as the four babies drank the milk from their respective bottles while watching me with childish curiosity, I began to tidy up the mess in the room.

I put back together the makeshift nest I had made so that the four babies could sleep in it again, tidied up the stuffed animals that were scattered all over the room, leaving them inside the nest, and placed some of the pillows inside as well.

Only a couple of them I took out and left them next to the couch where the four babies were resting.

As soon as I finished tidying up the room, there was a shout in the background.

"I'm here!" It was April, who walked into the living room, carrying a shopping bag with her.

The four babies looked at her intently, not taking their mouths off the bottles.

April chuckled at the image of the four baby turtles.

She came over to me, commented that she bought a couple of things that she thought, hopefully, might help.

As I took the bag with April's purchases in my hands, I sat down on the floor and started unpacking what was inside.

There was the occasional baby toy, baby food, bibs, baby formula and some fruit.

I exchanged a couple of words with April, telling her where to put everything she bought, and then we both took the empty bottles from the hands of the four little turtles and walked towards the kitchen to wash them.

In the kitchen, after finishing washing everything, Abril and I were silent for a few seconds, and then let out an exhausted sigh in unison.

"How many hours did you sleep?" I asked April.

"This week? Only five on the day if i'm with luky" she replied

"How many did you sleep?" she asked back.

"I barely get three or four hours of sleep at a time" I replied tiredly, turning on the dishwasher faucet and wetting my face, trying to erase the signs of tiredness in my system.

I turn off the faucet, preventing the water from continuing to flow, and feel a couple of pats on my shoulder by way of consolation, which were given by April.

"Still not finding anything out?" I ask Abril, looking over my shoulder at her.

She just lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

"It's strange" she says "I can't even get any useful information from the notes Donatello made on this, it's like he doesn't even want us to find a cure for his condition to begin with" April mutters other words under her breath, which I don't manage to hear clearly.

"Let's hope it's only temporary, as much as I love their chubby little faces with baby fat and their very cute appearances, I need to rest for at least about 34 hours to recover from this whole situation" I grumble under my breath.

"Me too, dude, me too" April agrees with me.

"It's a pity we can't get help from Splinter" I lament.

"Yeah, the total lack of information about whether what they have is contagious to other mutants makes almost all the responsibility fall on us" She adds.

Nodding at her words, I walk away from the room, before leaving completely, I say to April "Cover me for a while, this time I'm going to investigate Donatello's lab".

Receiving a discouraged "Yeah, go ahead" from April, I walk in the direction of Donatello's lab.

Inwardly grateful that it was open, I quietly enter the room, looking around to find at least a small clue to whatever is going on with the guys.

I move small prototypes scattered around the room, move Donatello's half-finished inventions, move some small metal boxes that were there, even opening a couple of them.

I went on like this for two hours and a half, trying at all times not to make too much noise so as not to alert anyone.

As I was about to move a couple of wires that were tangled under Donatello's desk, I hear a thud behind me.

I quickly get up, and as I'm about to approach the source of the sound, I hear a sleepy "MC?"

I turn my head to look at the source of the voice, finding baby Donatello standing at the entrance to the lab, yawning a little and rubbing one eye sleepily glued to his body as he carried a turtle stuffed animal I had made myself a while back in his hands.

"Is something wrong?" I can't help but say softly and affectionately as I see such a tender image of him.

I approach him in slow, quiet steps, trying not to startle him.

"No, well... It's kind of... Dumb" Baby Donatello says, trying to avoid my gaze.

I crouch down to his height and extend my arms a little, silently asking if I could carry him.

"It must not be something Dumb if it has interrupted your evening nap" I said quietly.

Baby Donatello nods a little and moves closer to me, allowing me to put my hands around his body to carry him in my arms like the other time.

"So, will you tell me what happened, Donatello?" I press him a little more, trying to get him to give me an answer.

"I just, I had a... nightmare" He answers, burying his head in my shoulder and gripping one of his hands tightly to my clothes, a tinge of embarrassment covered his expression as he told me the reason for his sudden awakening.

I hummed a little in response, already understanding a little of where the conversation was going.

"Do you want me to stay with you in the living room?" I asked softly, adjusting my grip on Donatello's small body.

I felt him nod slowly, and, without another word, I walked in the direction of the living room.

I didn't question how he knew where I was, not even question how I felt the strength of his grip slowly lessen the farther I walked away from the lab.

[trashlama]

Brraahhhzzz!!!

if you're not already a part of the r/TMNT2012 reddit forum you need to be. This shit fuckin' slaps. Literally all day I've been getting these fuckin' memes they be to good.

Here's a link to their page.

Here's some examples that have popped up in my notifications.

Guys none of these are mine. They just pop up on the reddit page I follow and I thought they were great.

I hope you guys have a good day.

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Hero | Yandere!Leonardo x g/n!reader

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Yandere Donny agenda continues

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Polyamory is welcome on this blog!

Just wanted to let you guys know

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[yanteetle]

Is there a chance of having yandere f!leo fan art?

Yes, yes indeed. Did I also add in a Tangled reference? Also yes :) This is essentially a teaser for a future! Leo illustration coming up soon! I have lots of people I'm supposed to tag for that so I'm partially considering making a specific section just for him in my art masterlist! Either way, thanks for sending in the ask and have a nice day!

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[yanyanderes]

The yandere self aware concept is so appealing to me

The guy's falling inlove with the person in another universe? Yes, that's amazing. But, when they're yandere? That's some good shit

Imagine Donnie is desperate for reader to be with them, to the point he builds a machine that's supposed to be impossible to build cause of all the multiverse stuff but hey, he IS in a cartoon world so it isn't that impossible

The reader's so confused when they get transported into the rottmnt world, trying to process the scenerio happening to them while the guy's are so happy to actually meet you! They can protect them properly now :)

Reader getting isolated in the guy's home isn't a far fetched idea. If it guarantees reader's safety, why not?

Hey, why're you trying to leave? We're keeping you safe here!

oooh man, this one’s an old one sent back in october.

sorry it took so long! didn’t have any ideas at the time, so i kinda let this sit in my drafts and forgot to get back to it-

but anyways, this one’s a long one, so i put it under the cut.

“…it actually…!”

“i know… genius… thank me later…”

“…alright? ….been unconscious for…”

“i’m sure… soon.”

the voices all blend together. they all seem so familiar… yet (y/n) isn’t able to pinpoint who they belong to, or where they’ve heard them from, especially when their ears are still ringing.

they groan, their head throbbing in agony. what… happened? one moment, they were watching some cartoons on their laptop, and then…

they manage to pry their eyes open, only to shield them again when a bright light practically blinds them.

the ringing doesn’t stop, but it dies down, allowing (y/n) to hear the voices more clearly. they crane their head to the side and see four figures. three stand off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while the fourth is right next to their aching figure.

as their vision clears, they can’t help but think… are they hallucinating? did they have a concussion? there’s no way this is actually happening…

the figure closest to them seems to finally realize they’ve woken up, judging by the way they call out to the others.

“guys! they’re awake!”

(y/n) tries to sit up, yet the moment they do, they clutch their head in agony, a yell escaping their throat as they curl into a ball.

“hey, hey, take it easy.“

a hand rubs circles on their back. the speaker’s voice sounded so concerned for their well-being… hang on. they know that voice- in fact, they know all their voices!

“it’s you-! ah!”

(y/n) turns their head quickly. maybe a bit too quickly, since the pain quickly gets worse and they clutch their head yet again.

“i just told you to take it easy! here, lay back down.”

large yet gentle hands rest on their shoulders, ushering them to rest. even so, (y/n) stays upright.

“i- i know you! i know all of you! you’re- no, there’s no way…”

do their eyes deceive them? the fuzziness in their eyes slowly dissipates, and-

no. no, they don’t. these are in fact four talking mutant turtles standing in front of them.

“there’s no way, no way! i’m dreaming, aren’t i?”

“no, this is no dream, we are all very much real.”

“but- you’re from a tv show! this- this is so weird.”

“you think that’s weird?! imagine being us! we’re just minding our business, testing out mystic weapons, when all of a sudden we hear cheering!”

what?

“not gonna lie, it was kinda creepy at first, but-“

“but you were so sweet, we couldn’t help but love it!”

mikey wraps his arms around (y/n) and pulls them into a hug, the sudden motion making them woozy yet again.

“you called us cool, you cried when we cried, you cheered us on!”

“you- you heard all that??”

“of course we did! and can i just say, you were absolutely adorable while you were gushing over us.”

it takes a moment for (y/n) to process all this information.

they wake up on a table with a throbbing headache… in one of their favorite cartoons… and now they’re being told the characters were watching them as well.

this is kinda cool, but mostly… really freaky. especially with the way they’re acting with them.

“i- um- thanks?”

(y/n) is admittedly really nervous talking to them face-to-face, especially after learning they had been listening to everything they said about them.

“i’m- it’s a pleasure to meet you, but… how am i here?”

“oh, you have me to thank for that! you see, with me being the genius i am, i managed to construct a machine that could transport you from your dimension into ours!”

he what.

“you… what?!”

“i know! incredible, isn’t it?”

“there’s a way to go back, right?”

“you wanna leave already?”

mikey’s excitement quickly dies hearing (y/n)’s words. he releases them from a hug, and they can see the panicked, almost frantic look in his eyes.

“i mean, it’s really nice meeting you all, i just… have a lot of business to catch up on in my world, and i’d like to get back as soon as possible.”

“but- but- there’s so much we still have to do!”

“and you said you loved us, didn’t you? every time you showed up, you’d be all over us!”

“i know, i just-“

their eyes dart to donnie, hoping he would butt in to help their case. donnie and leo give a quick glance at each other, with leo giving donnie a small nod.

“of course. we understand, pulling you from your dimension and forcing you into ours was wrong, and we apologize. we’ll get to work immediately to rectify our mistake.”

(y/n) lets out a relieved sigh, happy to hear they would be going home soon. though, was it just them, or was donnie acting a bit… off?

they had little time to think on it when mikey’s grip on them returns, this time nearly crushing their ribs.

“donnie, what’re you doing?! they can’t leave yet! raph, tell them they can’t leave yet!”

(y/n)’s gaze flickers over to donnie, who was currently working with the machine that had brought them there. however, they can’t help but worry for the strange noises that emit from the machine…

raph is quick to distract them by stepping in the way, blocking donnie from their field of vision. no matter how they crane their neck, raph seems determined to stay in their sights.

“before you go, why don’t you rest a bit? donnie said something about headaches, are you alright? need me to get you anything? drinks? food? pillows?”

“you can have all the drinks, food, and pillows you want if you stay!”

“but i can’t, i have a life to live! family to take care of, friends to visit, a home to go back to-!”

“this can be your new home!”

the desperation in mikey’s voice only gets more noticeable as he talks more and more.

“we’ll love you, we’ll take care of you! you won’t have to worry about visiting anyone! we’ll give you everything you want!”

by this point, (y/n) had started struggling to get out of mikey’s death grip. what is up with these guys?? they never acted like this in the show!

“i already told you, i can’t-!”

BOOM

they’re interrupted by an explosion off to the side. no. no, this isn’t happening. raph steps out of the way and, to (y/n)’s horror, reveals the completely obliterated machinery that was supposed to bring them home.

“oh dear! it looks like my invention has spontaneously combusted! what in the world could have caused such an unfortunate event?”

(y/n)’s knows that tone of voice. the almost robotic way of speaking donnie uses only when he’s trying to lie. he did this on purpose.

“ahh, such a shame.”

leo doesn’t even try to hide his lack of concern, given his relaxed- almost pleased- expression, and the way he wraps an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“how long will it take to fix that thing?”

“if we’re lucky, perhaps a year.”

those monsters.

“oh well. hey, don’t worry about it! you’ll love it here!”

liars.

“we’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! we’ve got a room just for you, with all your favorite snacks, and a bunch of games and movies we think you’ll enjoy!”

psychopaths.

“don’t worry, (y/n)! we’ll take care of you. we promise.”

‘take me home’.

didn’t know how to end this-

[yanderes-galore]

Could you write a platonic/romantic scenario with ROTTMNT Donnie? He is friends with y/n, who is an engineer and they help each other to improve their electronics. Maybe he becomes obsessed over her, because they share many similarities.

Sure! I'm going to try my best to see what I can do for this as I have a vague idea for a plot.

Finding Passion

Yandere! ROTTMNT! Donatello Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Donnie is fanboying (?), His feelings border between romantic and platonic, Delusional behavior, Dubious/Forced companionship, Implications of thoughts towards kidnapping.

Donatello has always been better with machines than emotions. He simply struggles with the concept and often comes off uncaring to others. As a result he struggles to form new friends and close connections at times.

Then he had met you at a Con. Disguising himself in a purple hood he had dragged April to an event for inventors such as himself. April couldn't help but give in for her friend because he seemed so passionate.

In this setting, Donnie felt in his element. He felt like he could be understood stood intellectually. He felt he could thrive here.

This was where you and him crossed paths.

You had your own little booth covered in electronics of all sorts of types. For some reason Donnie felt drawn to you. As a result he found himself darting to your booth with an excited sparkle in his eyes.

April quickly followed him as his passion has gotten him on trouble before. In fact the young woman struggled to trust you at first due to the whole Purple Dragons incident. However, you looked rather genuine with her friend.

Donatello didn't care if April didn't trust you at first. In his eyes he felt he could finally find a way to connect with someone through his passions. When he talked to you about the machines you had on display, he felt you understood him.

With no one else, not even April or his brothers, could he connect with them through his passion for engineering. It felt exhilarating to talk with someone about intellectual pleasures. What was better?

You're an admittedly... appealing woman-

Donatello would never admit such a thing. At least not until much later. Right now he couldn't help himself from asking all sorts of questions. Oh, he wanted to be closer to you more than anything.

April could barely pull the turtle away from you. He was so attached and ignored his friend in favor of you. It hurt a bit but she was still happy he found someone to share interests with.

April had a feeling she knew how Donnie was feeling. He was fawning over a girl who happened to like the same stuff he did. The thought made her giggle and she even encouraged you two to meet more often.

Long story short, you had given Donnie an unfinished project of yours to tinker with and your number. April barely saw the grin leave the turtle's face as he strolled through the convention. To her, it seemed like something wonderful would develop between the two of you.

That's how things began at least.

Ever since he first met you, Donnie has been glued to his phone or always comes back home with a new invention. A way you to connect is through adding to each other's machines. Sometimes you add to his or he adds to yours, maybe you even trade the same machine back and forth to improve on each other.

All Donatello ever did was talk about you, the girl he admires and wishes to know more about. He's always seen trying to improve your projects to impress you. You're like an idol to him.

His feelings towards you bordered on platonic and romantic. At times it felt like he'd treat you as a future girlfriend, other times he was adamant you're just "tinker buddies". Either way the turtle became obsessive about you.

Donnie would rather be with you than anywhere. He treasured mechanical gifts you gave him like they were relics. He began to be disinterested in anything not involving you.

The usually Introverted turtle was now always leaving home to see you in private. All you two did together was discuss your passions. You were someone Donatello could rely on and really connect with.

No one else could compare...

He wants you to know there's no one else like him, too.

In fact, as Donnie bonds more and more with you through shared passion, he feels you shouldn't be this way with anyone else. This begins the darker parts of his obsession. There's a point where his passion about you becomes... disturbing.

He'd never admit it to his brothers but Donnie has begun research on you. He combs through your socials and builds tech to watch you. Soon his little craving for friendship or even intimacy with someone like him becomes an urge he can't fight.

Actually... why should he fight it? Why shouldn't he research everything about you? You two are clearly meant to be close.

So he'll make it so you're close.

In his mind, no one else can have a bond as strong as yours. You two deserve each other and no one else. Jealous? No he isn't! Possessive? That can't be what this is....

He isn't being obsessive! He's being... caring. Isn't it great when the one you're close to knows everything about you? Maybe even more than yourself?

Don't worry... if he takes you somewhere private then you two never have to be interrupted! You can invent with each other and be happy. He won't have to share you....

To Donnie, you're perfect for him...

Which is exactly why he plans to keep you to himself.

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Requests for yan turtles x reader

Rules are no lemon or anything like that and no incest other than that go nuts with your requests oh also no pedos that’s it

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Directory》

Chapter 5: Shakedowns and Tranq-Downs

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: Sorry for being late! I had a very busy week, so I was very tired and didn't have much energy to write. I kept S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with his new design, but his old voice, and a slight bias towards Donnie.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, mentions of roofies, non-serious hand injuries, toxic relationships, manipulation, condecension, you watch a movie with violence but nothing graphic

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You are not enjoying watching Lou Jitsu: Teriyaki Shakedown, but you don't really catch a lucky break when it has to be paused.

Word Count: 1926

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"Where's our free grub, noodle man?" One of the actors on the screen said, glaring at the pompadoured head that was turning to look at him sideways.

"Okay, ha, how 'bout some... hot soup?" Lou Jitsu said, grabbing the on-screen mobsters and tossing them in the aforementioned bowls of hot soup, making noodles and broth fly all around the shop.

You were distracted from the movie by something poking the edge of your mouth. You looked to to it with your eyes, and it was revealed to be a spoon with ice cream on it. At least, it used to be icey. Seven hours into the Lou Jitsu marathon the brothers had dragged you to watch when they found out you had only seen one of his many, many movies, and you were barley hanging on, but the ice cream had given much sooner, melting into sugary milk soup hours earlier.

Not that Mikey noticed, because he continued to mindlessly feed you spoonfuls. You didn't mind too much that it was melted, because you were going to need whatever form of sugar you could get to make it through the rest of Teriyaki Shakedown.

You opened your mouth, eating the soupy dessert while Leo tightened his arms around your shoulders. At the start of the marathon, Leo had snatched you and settled you down you on his lap while he sat criss-cross on the chair in the middle of the projector room. This earned him dirty looks from his brothers, but he didn't seem bothered at all. They had attempted to steal you from him a few times, but Leo was persistent. He wouldn't let go of you or entertain his brother's complaints, demands, or arguments.

After another thirty minutes of watching Lou Jitsu beat up bad guys, Donnie's phone buzzed. He almost lazily held it up to his face, but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon seeing whatever text he had received. He immediately jumped up, grabbed the remote, and switched off the movie, earning complaints and shouts from his brothers, but secretly earned your gratitude. You weren't sure that you could take much more of Mr. Jitsu.

"What gives, Donnie?!" Leo snapped, pulling your back closer to his chest and leaning forwards, glaring at his purple-clad twin. Donnie held up a hand at his angry brothers, "Bad news, April texted, and she's going to be over in 5 minutes," he said this with a hint of panic in his usual voice, and his brothers immediately panicked and yelled and dashed around the projector room, tidying things up. "Who's April?" You asked from the chair, now sitting alone on it after Leo had dashed from it. The turtles stopped in their tracks and went quiet at your question for a moment, before Leo answered, "Nobody, hermanito!" He nervously laughed, and the brothers resumed their living-room clean up.

You watched them throw things back into place, so focused that you didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind you, a syringe in the claws of one of his metal arms. He plunged it into your neck, which made wooziness overtake you. You fell off the chair because you couldn't hold yourself upright, but Donnie's metal arms caught you before you could faceplant on the floor. He held you up as he carried you away, all of your senses fading as whatever drug he had injected into you took hold.

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April O'Neil strolled into the projector room as she had done many times in the past to see three of the the Hamato brothers looking like somebody had yelled "Act natural!" five seconds before she had walked in. Leo was "reading" his favorite Jupiter Jim comic book in Splinter's chair, his eyes unblinking. Mikey and Raph were both hunched over at the table behind the chair, playing chess.

That was when April knew something was up. Those two played chess once and then swore to never touch it again. Raph couldn't remember all the rules and got super frustrated, and Mikey was of the opinion that the game was mind-numbingly boring. "What's up?" April asked, her hand on her hip and her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mikey snapped his head in her direction, feigning casual surprise, "April! We-did-not-hear-you-come-in!" He said, his words and the way he said feeling scripted, like a laser tag or escape room employee. "Yuh-huh, yeah. What's goin' on? You never play chess!"

The three turtles were now all sweating, beads of it falling down their faces at a rapid pace. Raph held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A wave of relief washed over the brothers when Donnie walked back into the room, casual as ever. "Hello, April," He said, stopping to greet his friend. "Hi there, Donnie," She answered back, turning her attention to the semi-scientist, "Your brothers are acting real-" "Weird? Yeah, they do that a lot. Haven't you noticed by now?" April looked like she wanted to say something more, but kept her mouth shut. She would investigate this later.

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You opened your eyes, your vision blurry. Outlines in your view bounced around like a windows screensaver, the pounding in your head doing nothing to help your vision. You opened your mouth in a silent groan. You had only been trapped in the Lair, as the turtles called it, for a few days, but aside from when they knocked you out to bring you there, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had done this. He claimed he was a genius, so couldn't he make a tranquilizer that didn't make you feel like what adults described having a hangover was like?

You leaned your head back on the desk chair you were sitting on and waited for the headache to wain, and wondered if people were looking for you. Maybe, maybe not. The police probably weren't. People leigons more important than you were going missing, and other crimes were being committed, too. The NYC police force would spare a glance to a random missing teenager when Hell froze over, world peace was achieved, and no packs of gum had been stolen from any pharmacies.

Despite all of your thinking, your headache became manageable in the time of your reflection. You cautiously stood up from the chair and walked a few steps, and when your brain failed to feel like it had a bullet in it, you began to trek around in the unfamiliar part of the lair.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, which along with the purple theme, immediately informed you it was Donnie's turf. It was dark, the only source of light being an indigo beam from high up on the ceiling, which you didn't bother to walk to the fancy table in the middle of the room to look up at. You wandered behind the desk you had woken up at, eyes adjusting to the near-darkness, when you had tripped over something large and heavy. Your hands had shot out in front of you to stop you from face-planting onto the tile.

As soon as pain burst across your palms, a door to your far right that you didn't know was there opened, the light from that crept through the doorway and between whoever had opened the door shining in your eyes and practically blinding you.

"What happened?!" The voice, which revealed itself to be Donnie's, sounded shocked with a hint of annoyance seeping in, "You weren't supposed to get up!" He switched on the lights, blinding you further, and rushed over to you. His metal robot arms scooped you up from under your armpits, like how one might hold a cat, and plopped you down on the table in the center of the room.

He turned your hands over to inspect your palms for any visible injuries with a furrowed brow. When he concluded that your palms were only reddened, he relaxed the slightest bit. “I have to get bandages for your hands. Stay here.” He walked off and through another door that presumably led to another part of the lab. You watched his battleshell disappear around the corner, lowering your head and sulking.

“Greetings.”

Your head snapped up to find a purple, aviatic robot flying about a foot from your head. You gasped as your eyes widened, staring in surprise and curiosity. “My apologies, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely desire to introduce myself. I am S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., I was created by your brother, Donatello, as an assistant to him and your other brothers, and your father, as well.” You didn’t bother to tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that they weren’t your brothers, and that their father wasn’t yours. You had already tried it with the turtles, and they would either shut you down completely or act like you didn’t say anything at all.

“Oh, okay. Donnie made you?”

“Yes, that is correct. He is quite the genius.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, I see you’ve acquainted yourself with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in my absence.”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both glanced over to see Donatello in the doorway, first-aid kit in hand. He strolled over to the two of you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moving to the side so Donnie could patch you up. He set the first-aid kit down on the messy table beside you, opening it and pulling out a balm of some kind and a single glove made out of plastic, akin to one a doctor would wear. Donnie pulled it on his hand, the other two fingers left dangling as there was no use for them. He dipped two of his fingers in the balm, using his other hand to hold one of your palms up at time as he spread the balm over them. You had to admit, it was soothing.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?" He didn't look up at your face, busying himself with wrapping your palms with bandages.

"Why do you have to use that roofie thing every time you wanna take me somewhere? You could just ask me."

He let out a sigh of annoyance, "It is not a 'roofie'. Roofie's are used by degenerates with malicious intentions. I merely subdue you because you are adjusting to life here and you cannot handle overwhelming visual stimuli that will come with seeing too much of the lair at the moment." He said, as if every Lou Jitsu movie wasn't "overwhelming visual stimuli".

You hung your head again, pouting at his dissmissive answer. He noticed this and furrowed his brow again, lifting your chin with a single finger to make you look at him, "I am doing this for your own benefit. I'm only doing what's best for you." You nodded to get him to stop talking, feeling a ramble was coming on. Normally, you didn't mind rambling in the slightest, but his opinions on your competence in taking care of yourself often left you with hurt feelings and tears in your eyes.

Donnie's phone buzzed, and he opened it to find much more pleasent news for him. "April has gone home. It's time to finish Teriyaki Shakedown, don't you think?" He said, it obviously not being a question despite it's phrasing. "Don't worry, I won't let Leo hog you again." You merely nodded. Maybe after the movie, you would finally get to go to sleep or eat some real food.

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A/N: Be careful, April!

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