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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

C- Calm down, Raphael, you didn't bite me hard.

R-Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

so much time has passed since we were kids,

so many things have changed,

but it's still the same. isn't it?

There is an accidental trend in my tmnt fanart. Its almost as if... many of my fondest childhood memories were spent playing games with my siblings. The rise & 03 ones have been posted before, I just wanted them all together.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

SOCIAL BATTERIES

Do the boys REALLY like people that much?

Character studies.

Going from the most Extroverted to the least.

- 🟠 -

Mikey is THE definition of an extrovert

Suprise, suprise.

I keep thinking about him making fun of Casey constantly, and his fist bump with Vern, or him working the crowd on Halloween. And his eye rolls at Raph and Leo

Can be annoying af and play dumb, but half the time he knows way more than he let's on. And it's SUPER hard to get him angry.

Would be in a fraternity tbh. And like, seven sport teams.

The world is a lesser place with him cooped up away from it.

He's a HUGE teaser and talker. Loves to flirt and prank and play the vibes.

He's a NATRUAL at it

Give him ONE conversation. ONE chance, and he can get literally anyone out of their shell.

Loves having April or Casey or Vern around. Loves teasing them or harassing them tbh.

The bigger his social circle, the better his life.

Is usually a HUGE buffer between humans and his grumpy, tired brothers.

He would be the LIFE of the party. Would be an excellent host of an event, because he'd be everywhere talking to everyone. Remembering everyone by name and face, introducing people to one another, so on and so forth.

He would have multiple friend groups everywhere he goes, with all sorts of different types of people.

Out of his brothers, I see Mikey having the body count tbh

Also probably jumped into a relationship too soon and got hurt early on. He'll be way more ready for the next one.

He has SO MUCH TEXTING TO DO.

His favorite is snap chat.

The BEST out of all his brothers at reading social cues and body language. By FAR.

Can find something to talk about with ANYONE

He's been wishing to socialize his WHOLE LIFE. So he DO!

Probably the only one that can confront and process trauma in a healthy manner.

Not at all afraid of deeper, more meaningful conversations.

Often finds himself the one initiating deep conversations with people who need it the most (his brothers).

He knows there is a time and place for problem solving. And sometimes you just gotta sit with your feels.

Something his brothers STRUGGLE WITH

- 🟣 -

Donatello might not be EXTROVERTED but he is outgoing.

Second to Mikey, everyone in his family has a close relationship with Donnie.

Super caring and fun and inquisitive with everyone he meets.

He'll be down for ANYTHING. Sports, games, cooking, drives, crafts, working out, adventures or pranks or geeky movie nights.

He might not always be good at INICIATING these with strangers but he loves going along with stuff.

Loves showing people his projects and stuff and letting people use them or have them.

Will be there for his friends the instant they ask.

At a party he'd be in another room having a conversation with two or three people.

But I also see him hanging around girls a little more than guys. Finds the girlies to be easier company than guys.

He's been on discord for YEARS. He had human friends before even Mikey did.

But.

He's HYPERVIGALANT of the vibe

Extreme empath.

He does NOT like confrontation.

A HUGE people pleaser.

Feels he's stepping on eggshells around his loved ones and friends. In an effort to keep them happy.

He's a sensitive guy.

If he's told to shut up or be quiet, especially if he's excited or talking outloud- he's modified. He WILL shut up. For a while.

His brothers know this. While they get exasperated sometimes, they rarely interrupt him.

Does NOT like gossip. Don't gossip with him, he hates it

Makes him feel gross and mean.

Hates when people are upset or sad in any way.

When vibes get rough he does not cope well. Often chooses to avoid or straight up leave.

When things get heated he gets overstimulated quickly.

If he can't leave, he shuts down. He won't talk and if he does it's very quiet

Doesn't know how to help or address emotional things either. He prefers to let it go and just move on, leaving stuff unaddressed.

He's an outgoing and pleasant guy, but he definitely doesn't mix with everyone.

- 🔴 -

Meeting Raphael is a terrifying experience.

Because he talks and looks at you like he hates you already.

But he doesn't hate people.

He just sucks at them.

Raph wants a normal life just as badly as Mikey does.

Raphs love language is harassment???

He shows his love by annoying his loved ones. Or through teasing and banter. Or wrestling his bros to the ground or pull them into rough hugs.

However

When he meets new people he isn't there to make FRIENDS.

He's there to let you know that if you bullshit with his family you're gonna get whooped.

So he will posture and glare and tower and maybe even roll his neck or crack knuckles to anyone.

Literally anyone.

Remember how rude he was to April?

So when he can't do any of that- no banter, no pranks, no wrestling and no INTIMIDATING-

He is COMPLETELY at everyone's mercy

Put him in a group of girls, or take him to a party or a bar. ANYTHING out of his comfort zone.

He's very awkward.

Only because he's kinda quiet

And honestly SUPER shy.

Wants to be liked SUPER badly.

He doesn't know how to make friends. At all

Flirt with Raph. I dare you.

You'd terrify him

Is the type of guy at a party to stick to the side of someone he knows and never. Leave. It.

But he finds out he gets along with blue collar guys the most.

And Raph has this super power

He can detect if you're a good or bad character super quickly. Much quicker than everyone else in his family. Like, one conversation in.

Not that he really believes himself. He thinks everyone's out to get him. or his family

If he's not making fun of you, you know he doesn't like you.

Is the type of guy to have quality over quantity relationships.

Hates texting. Honestly hates social media and technology beyond like...insta reels or something. He doesn't like sitting on his phone or video games all the much. Half because he breaks things easily or gets easily frustrated at leaning how to work it.

Rather be doing something active or working on a car or build something or carve stuff.

Might not be as outgoing as Donnie or Mikey, but if people manage to ACTIALLY get him to do something fun, he is ALL IN and having a BLAST.

The kinda guy to crash at his friends house and just chill.

He recharges when he's in proximity of his loved ones. Not always SOCIALIZING but having his people close.

-🔵-

Our REAL introvert

He struggles to socialize even with his BROTHERS

Who are the only people in the world he allows himself to be even semi relaxed around

A conversation with anyone other than his dad and brothers is the opposite of a relaxing/easy activity.

He's honorable, polite, and formal.

But Leo is and EXTREMLY cold character.

Sometimes even a bit cruel and scary to strangers.

Has a weird habit of wrapping his arm kindly around someone he's about to hurt

Struggles to see even April as more than an 'asset' or 'person dad holds dear'

Doesn't see Vern as a friend. Doesn't see Casey as a friend.

Leo is the only turtle April doesn't have a strong connection to. Not out of lack of trying.

Tolerates social situations only if he falls into a leading (controlling) role.

Doesn't like large groups of people.

Very quiet otherwise.

Struggles to initiate activities with his brothers.

He sucks at it.

He is always receptive to when they reach out to him though

And kinda has a fear of getting turned down. Getting turned down by his brothers makes him sick to his stomach.

Not that he admits it.

He also doesn't handle rejection with any grace. Gets just a LITTLE pushy to make you either feel bad or like he's in charge

His brothers still gotta tolerate him being a little bossy and stuck up and a fun-sucker while they hang out with him. They know he can't help it.

But Leo is super relieved every single time they invite him to do something.

What would Leo be like at a party? Leo never WENT to the party. And if he DID, he'd be outside, trying to soak in the quiet. Listening to the party from out here.

or hug him, or just express somehow they still want him around or like him. Or love him. Because those moments are getting rarer and rarer the older they get.

He's completely alone other than his dad. At least he's thought so his whole life

Would be the one petting the cat. Or dog. Not the type to go LOOKING for it, but if it came to him, he would.

Yes, he texts, but never outside of absolute necessity. Or if his brothers remind him of April's birthday.

He likes to read

Even if Donnie, Mikey and Raph are together in the lair having fun, Leo is often by himself somewhere else.

He recharges alone. He does calligraphy and he sketches SOMETIMES. Little stick figures fighting with space guns or something.

But a lot of what he reads are super geeky stuff. Like star wars novels or manga.

But don't tell anyone.

Splinter is his preferred company. He adores time with his dad. He'll spar and train and talk with his dad often.

Doesn't care about having friends but he wants a girlfriend SUPER badly. More than all three of his brothers combined

Being alone with him sucks if you like to talk. He gives you a LOOK that SCREAMS shut the fuck up.

It takes EXTREMLY specific personalities to get Leo a little soft for them. A quiet person with a good sense of humor.

And the likely hood he'll ever get out to find and meet them is next to none existent.

But hey

Even after like, ALL OF THIS

It's not hard to get Leo to smile

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Random Turtle Thoughts...

"Tattoo"

You liked him. A lot. More than you anticipated you ever would after first meeting him in a dark ally in the heart of New York City on your way home late from work. But damn, did you find him to be hot now. His size, all those muscles, that thick voice of his, the charisma, all of it. Nearly drove you stupid.

But you worried about coming on too strong. So, you always tried to be conscious of how you behaved whenever you were near him. You'd been spending a lot of time with all the brothers recently. But not enough to warrant outright starring at him. You were all still too new for lingering glances. Feared if he caught the way your eyes hung on him, he'd believe you regarded him as a freak.

So, you were trying to be subtle. Discrete. An admiring ninja of sorts in your own right. Especially since you were intent on tracing every single line of that complex tattoo stretched over his dark green scales. The consuming need to see it clearly had you in a chokehold.

You were trying to be discrete. Really, you were.

But the way he kept squaring up to you, his eyes fixed closely on your face, made it damn near impossible.

Raph like you. More than he had ever liked anyone in his life. And he wanted to make a good impression on you. Always on his best behavior whenever you were around. He wanted you to like him back. He cared about what you thought of him. More than he had ever cared about what any thought of him. His father and brothers included.

But the way your eyes were constantly shifting tonight. The way they'd flick his way then to something else. Over and over, had Raph's fear of rejection cranked into overdrive. He'd see you glance up at him from the corner of his eye, and he'd turn towards you. Trying his best to convey approachableness. That he was not only interested in your attention, but actively welcomed it.

He remembered once when Donnie went on a rant about how interpreting behavior could be done in a scientific manner. Something about where an individual's feet were pointed indicated whether or not they were interested. Feet towards the person meant they wanted to talk, were comfortable. Feet away meant they weren't.

He made damn sure his feet were pointed right at you. Made sure his arms were lax at his sides. Mikey had insisted crossing his massive arms came across as threatening. And he tried his best to constantly remind himself to have an "easy, comfortable" expression. What ever the fuck that meant. But Leo had said on more than one occasion people would be less intimidated by him if he didn't look pissed all the time.

Raph was putting his all into this. Yet every single time he did all this "guaranteed ways to help people like them" bullshit, your eyes darted away. Like, what the fuck? It was making some very raw insecurities scream at him.

And he hated it. He liked you! He wanted you to like him back!

He couldn't take it any more.

"What?" he snarled, unsure if he cared how rough he came across.

You were caught. A blush spread over your cheeks. Bit your lip to hide the nervous smile fighting to be seen.

"Okay. Okay," you offered. "I keep trying to figure out what your tattoo is." You pointed to his bicep. "I've been trying to do it without you noticing. But you keep watching me like a hawk. And now I'm feeling like a creeper. So, I'll just ask you -," You sucked in a deep breath and tested your luck. "Can I please get a good long, close-up look at your tat?"

This threw Raph for a loop. It took his brain a second to catch on. Scrambling to reel his gruff side back in and act totally normal about your request which made butterflies explode in his chest, Raph offered a simple, "Oh."

He dropped down right where he stood so his arm was more in line with your eye level. And waited. You stood, watching, before deciding his action was your answer.

You couldn't smother the slight giggle bubbling in your throat. Light steps brought you to stand just a breath away from him. And fuck, did being this close make butterflies of your own flutter in your tummy.

"May I?" you asked carefully, hands held up but awaiting permission before you touched him.

He swallowed thickly. You were asking to touch him. You actually wanted to touch him!

The red clad ninja didn't trust not to squeak or do something else embarrassing. He nodded confirmation instead. Awaited anxiously for your touch to meet his arm.

If the two of you had ventured to offer what that moment felt like, you both would've found that the sensation was almost the same. Jolts of excitement at the novelty. Swirls of fondness. A hunger for more.

Pressing against the mass of his musculature, you found yourself consumed with a new need. To keep your hands on him as long as possible.

"So, uh," Raph cleared his throat, trying hard not to let on how exhilarating and anxious your touch was. "Is this something people do? Ask to touch each other's tattoos?"

A sudden surge of flirtatiousness. "Only when it's an excuse to get closer to someone."

Had he heard you right? Did he really hear a hint of flirt in your words? Did you really mean you wanted to be closer to him?

He figured he'd shoot his shot.

"That so, huh? I've caught a glimpse of ink under your shirt a time or two." He too a second to pray harder than he had ever done in his life that he wasn't coming across as a creep. "Would you mind if I get to see your tat? Seems fair, considering you're feeling me up."

Your cheeks heated up. It wasn't exactly smooth or sly, but it was effective. You could give him points for that. Trying not to smile like an idiot, you raised your shirt enough to reveal the large, colorful tattoo of irises and stars stretching the length of your side.

A brand-new rush through Raph's body. His eyes soaked up the view, mildly dumbfounded that this moment was happening at all. Carefully, ever so carefully, he raised his three-pronged hand and hovered a moment. "May I?" he asked, eyes dancing with yours.

You nodded, feeling excited and nervous yourself, but hoping to come across as cool and confident.

His touch was feather light against your skin. Delicate. So, so careful. And the swell in your heart made you desperate for more.

For a second, Raph managed to get lost in the lines of the art plastered across your skin. Appreciating the details, the sweeps and feminine aesthetic to it. When a slight shiver, and tiny goosebumps caught his eye.

He repeated the sweep of his finger over the spot again. He was rewarded with another minute squirm. The slight way the goosebumps enhanced. His eyes darted up to grab yours one more time. A devilish smirk pulling at his lips.

Your eyes went wide.

"Ticklish, are we?" His voice dripping with sex appeal.

You yanked your shirt down and pulled away from him, your heart suddenly pounding against your sternum. "No."

"Mmhmm..." He was raising himself agonizingly slow to his full height. "Come here and prove it then."

Adrenaline shot through your veins. Was he serious???

"I'll give ya a head start - One - Two -,"

Spinning on your heels you fled with a squeal of excitement. You had no idea how many numbers he intended to count to before he'd begin his pursuit. Or how far you'd manage to get, in this labyrinth beneath the city. You weren't even sure you could make it out of the lair itself before he'd catch you.

Would he be relentless in his tickle attack once he caught you? Would he take it easy on you? Would he tackle you? Scoop you up and carry you back? Would he keep you close after he had you begging for mercy? Let his hands find your skin more readily now? Would you continue to explore every mark on one another's forms?

But you were sure of one thing. You couldn't wait to find out.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

NSFW (18+ only)

Sinfulness Below....

Wanna set the mood? Listen to Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens.... Happy Reading.

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You had never known addiction could be so consuming. So controlling. So demanding. So --- intoxicating.

Until you had him that is. That very first time the whole facade of "we're just friends, no way we want more" came crashing down in a torrent of heated need one night he returned you home from a movie marathon with the four. When his mouth had brushed so dangerously close past your lips as he lifted you inside your apartment window. It made his breath catch in his throat. He had told you he could smell what you were thinking. So he risked everything to brush his mouth past again. Temptation too much, you chased, wanting so much more.

And that was it. One time was all it took. You were hooked. Hopelessly. Stupidly. Addicted after just a single taste.

But life has a funny way of making you rethink your actions. Just as it only took one time to give in to all those desires, it only took one time to make you cut the line and reel everything back deep inside. Regretting having ever given air for the fire to breathe.

You were a risk to him. A weak spot. No matter how badly you wanted to be his everything, the inescapable truth was, you couldn't be without simultaneously being a liability. He'd come running if it was you. Even if it were to his inevitable demise.

Leo's eyes had looked so - broken - when you'd told him. The two of you couldn't be. He nodded. Acknowledged that your words were true. But his hand had clutched so tightly to your fingers, as he dared to beg for the two of you to still stay close. Stay in each other's lives.

Of course, you'd told him. How could you ever stand to lose him altogether? So that was how it stayed. Each of you playing your part.

Until the addiction came calling again. And what sweet, sweet relief there was in giving in. To have those lips, so soft in their conquest of your flesh. Those hands, so strong squeezing and kneading into your hips. His swollen member, leaking and throbbing, all in the want of you. The insatiable, inebriating allure of every nerve in your body drowning in bliss. The addiction taking you captive all over again.

Then you'd swear to each other that it wouldn't happen again once it was all over. Just a little slip. Wouldn't happen again. Just friends, right? Right.

Yeah right.

A secret. So secret. One you loved so fiercely. Too much to admit how much the back and forth of being then not hurt. How much you hated that it hurt. Hated that you couldn't be satisfied to just be his friend. His platonic friend.

Again and again the two of you would fall victim to the want. The need. To just give in. And be what you both wanted to be. A vicious cycle of recovery and relapse. Each time the pull greater than the last. Until the chase became almost as desirable as the act itself.

He'd claim you against the wall in the dojo. You'd slip into his room in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes he'd appear out of the shadows on your way home from work, and you'd find yourself stripped bare, your naked skin erupting in goosebumps from the kiss of the cold night air high atop some skyscraper. Only the heat of him thrusting deep into you to keep the real cold at bay. Other times you two would sneak off to some quiet corner in the lair with only moments of solitude to do the deed. The thrill of getting caught by any one of his brothers making his hand rest heavily over your mouth, cerulean orbs locked onto yours, daring you to whimper louder.

"Go ahead, princess," he'd huskily whisper. "Get loud. "I'm not the one with my legs spread wide. "

Then again, just as many times prior you'd both swear that was the last time. It had to be. The game, though exhilarating, was exhaustive all the same.

Six months now. Six months since the two of you caved to temptation. Though the thought of your flushed, conjoined, breathless forms was constantly present in your mind.

So you couldn't have him all the way. But that didn't mean you couldn't still play. Right?

That was right. And play you would.

Your fingertips would linger on his skin. Always with a suggestive glint to your eye. Allowing your touch to trail across his muscles until falling away, leaving static in the air.

Sitting near him, you'd take advantage to tease, rubbing the top of your foot up and down the back of his calf. Relishing the satisfaction of the ever so faint hitch to his breath at the contact. Biting your lip just enough for him to catch as he focused intently on you through the periphery of his vision.

Making a show of your pink tongue sliding slowly across your pout to moisten your lips when he was speaking to you. Curling them into a knowing smile at the nearly inperceptual tightening of his mouth as he stumbled over his words for a fraction of a second.

Casting bedroom eyes his way between banter with his brothers. Tilting your head just so, encouraging the lengths of your hair to fall to the side, exposing your neck and jaw to him in the way you would before. When his teeth would nip along your pulse. Before he'd sink his bite in. Just enough to pinch. Just enough to make you suck in a hot breath and plead for more.

Oh yes, you'd teased. So it shouldn't be any surprise to you. The position you found yourself in now.

On your knees, nails digging into Leo's thighs as tears streamed down your face. His fingers fisted in your hair at the back of your head. Holding you perfectly in place as he slid his cock back and forth, bumping the back of your throat again and again. The dangerous reflection of an alpha behind his hungry stare. One intent on taking what he wanted.

All the while your own excitement soaked your half ripped panties. Your wanting slick starting to trickle down your quivering thighs. The burning desire to be the best you had ever been for him. Always for him.

Nearly delirious now from the wish for friction you dropped one hand down. Seeking to slip your fingers past the hem of your ruined lingerie. But Leo caught you by the arm with his free hand. A dark smile splitting his face as you squirmed against his mass filling your mouth.

"Don't think so, petal. You've had your fun. Taunting me. Testing me. For months." His voice deepened. Nearly rumbled with a low growl. "Now it's my turn."

Moving so fast you almost couldn't process it, Leo pulled himself free from your lips with a pop and threw you back onto his bed. Massive hands tore the last bit of attire clinging to your curves then pressed your legs back. Leaving you inescapably exposed and spread wide.

"Mhmm," he groaned. "God, how I've missed this."

Wasting no time with finesse or delicateness, he plunged his tongue deep straight into your wet core. Immediately letting loose a forceful moan. One which instantly had you trembling, hands flying back to clutch his bedding, seeking to ground yourself on something - anything - as you came undone.

Before you had a chance to fall into rhythm with his minstrations, Leo was on the move again. Suddenly empty your eyes couldn't even open in surprise before his mouth was crashing against yours. Teeth clashing against one another's, so lost to the moment, you couldn't even care about the fact you could taste yourself.

Pressure from his thumb turned your chin away as he marked your neck in ravenous kisses. All the way down to your shoulder. Where you abruptly found one thick finger aggressively working your aching cunt with another pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck, with a set of teeth in your shoulder.

Feeling wild and dizzy in the surging euphoria of it all, your eyes rolled back in your head. So very, very thankful to be at his mercy. Every nerve in your body screaming to combust, just so long as he kept making you feel so unbelievably good.

Yet again you felt him nearly rip himself away. Then you found yourself flipped over, face down into the mattress. Skilled fingers of one hand tangled themselves within your hair with the other pressed down the small of your back. One knee cupped against your hip, his other leg stretched behind. Then before any other thought could cross your mind, he was deep, deep inside. The faint burn from the stretch his girth caused conflicting against the pleasure of his thrusts stole your breath away.

For several moments the only sound of wet skin slapping against skin was all that met your ears. Until Leo tipped his hips just so and struck the perfect spot. Unable to keep from crying out, your body seized beneath his weight, whimpering through your orgasm.

The sounds of your bliss sent Leo over the edge only seconds later. Filling your quivering sex full of his white hot seed. Eyes squeezed shut, trying in vain to hold onto the rush of his relief. A few dopamine filled gasps broke free as Leo untangled his hand from the back of your head before the room fell into silence.

You lay still a moment. Enjoying how wonderful you felt. Then you became aware of feather light kisses being planted across your shoulders. A hum of appreciation. Then the weight of his head against your neck.

"I can't do this anymore." Leo's normally confident voice coming out small and injured. "I can't keep pretending this is okay. Like it doesn't rip my heart out every time we do this."

"Go back to being just friends?"

Only a small nod answered you.

"Then let's not."

His head shot up. Even though you couldn't really see him behind you, you knew his eyes were boring into you.

"You mean it?" Hopefull. Daring to believe your answer could be yes.

"Only if you do. I -,"

You couldn't finish your sentenxe before you found yourself flipped over again. A searing kiss pressing hard against your lips.

There was a lot the two of you needed to work out. But right now, all you think of was how good it felt to give in. To be what you wanted to be. To have what you wanted. Forever addicted to him. Only him.

You had never known addiction could be so intoxicating.

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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

I’m rewatching ROTMNT and heck this episode is just *cinematic gold*

The outfits? Amazing.

The song? Fantastic.

Leo calling Raph “Big Daddy”? Histerical.

Some screenshots/gifs under the cut:

I love these goobers so much 😭

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Okay so this is not as fluid as it could be but I did my best and i don’t have energy to hone it anymore, must get it out of my system quickly.

I might get back to this someday if no-one else makes a better version or they don’t release the real deal. But for now, deal with it.

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Wait I don’t think I ever posted this here

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You're the next, Leo MM!

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He does machines 🩷

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the boys ~

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I wanted to participate but I can’t draw lol so I’m doing a written version like we used to do on those Facebook notes we shared back in 2009 hahahaha I’m old

Credit to @mikasleaf for the challenge

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TMAYNT CHALLENGE (Written Out)

1. Fav Turtle: Raphael

2. Fav April: gotta be Rise

3. Fav Henchman: I adore Cassie (rise) but my OG favs will always be Bebop and Rocksteady from the comics/ 87 cartoon

4. Fav baby turtles: 1990 all the way

5. Best Leo: ooh that’s so hard. I LOVE 03 Leo so much. But Rise Leo is fucking hilarious. But I gotta go with 03. My sweet traumatized boy.

6. Fav mutant ally: I adore MM’s Mondo Gecko sooo much

7. Best Turtle Gadget: I really liked April’s watch from the Bay OOTS, and the throw back noises it made were too fucking cute

8. Fav Turtle Ally+ Dynamic: the Casey+Raph dynamic is always my fav. They’re chaotic goobers who find comfort in their friendship.

9. Best Raph: DONT MAKE ME PICK ONE THIS IS SO HARD. 03 Raph and 1990s Raph is the light of my life, our snark king, my darling, but heck did I love the MM version. The rage, the carnage, the bloodlust, all while laughing maniacally. Amazing. And don’t get me started on Bayverse Raph, cause that’s a whole different box.

10. Fav Turtle Curse Word: I’m a big fan of the 1990 scene where Raph screams Damn, but I also love Shell yeah. 😅

11. Fav Splinter: 1990, no question. That rat is Uncle Iroh wise.

12. Best Turtle Vehicle: The garbage truck Donnie tricks out in OOTS is pretty damn impressive. There’s literally a punching bag in there lol

13. Best Donnie: I really love Rise Donnie. He’s just the best, hands down. 1990 comes in at a close second though.

14. Fav Turtle movie: 1990. It is a masterpiece.

15. Best Karai: 03 for sure

16. Best Episode: The Shredder Strikes (Pt 2 specifically) 03

17. Best Mikey: oof another hard one. 03, baby. My sweet sunshine pot-head

18. Favorite animation style: Rise! I love the angles.

19. Best Casey Jones: I ADORE the 1990 version. I feel like they really nailed him. But 03 also did a great job.

20. Fav Turtle Merch/Toy that you own: I met Steve Lavigne back in 2019 at a comic con. I was so excited I got really teary and he was so touched that he gave me some original Mikey artwork and he signed it. That man is the most precious Angel and must be protected. (See pic at the end)

21. Fav Shredder: I love the 87 version for his relationship with Krang and Bebop and Rocksteady.

22. Fav Turtle Duo: the 03 Don + Raph combo warms my heart. Don’t you dare hurt his brother dammit

23. Fav Human Ally: Casey Jones is the best. Like he’s just some guy who stumbled upon this family that he’s now a part of and he would die for. Love that guy.

24. Fav Turtle + Villian dynamic: I really liked Superfly from MM

25. What kind of weapon would you use if you were on the team: Bō staff. I always wanted to use nunchaku like Mikey, but I train with nunchucks and it is freakin hard. The staff is way more natural for me.

26. Fav Series: hmmm 2003.

27. Fav Mutant/Alien villain: 87 Krang is the snarkiest bitch and it is hilarious. I also love Draxum from Rise.

28. Fav Turtle Intro/Song: ooh this is so hard!! The 87 intro is a CLASSIC and always gets stuck in my head, but the 2003 intro will always be my favorite.

29. Fav Turtle Outfit/Gear: I love the Rise outfits and how they have such distinct personalities, but the Bay designs *chefs kiss*

30. Fav Human Villain: 03 Baxter Stockman. Bro was beautifully written

31. Which Turtle are you closest to in personality: Raphael and I are one in the same, with ya know the trauma and anger issues heheh

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That was fun haha if you don’t remember how to do these, delete my answers and fill in your own!

The picture from #20!

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This scene in the movie made me and my Dad bust out laughing

haha cuz you know they would

. . . . . . did someone do this already..........i sure hope not

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Real footage of me in college pretending I'm a Donnie when I'm actually a Mikey: