I Got Bored So I Analyzed Mikey And Splinter’s Relationship, As One Does
I love rewatching the 2012series after hearing about how terrible Mikey&Splinter’s relationship is because it always leaves me so confused to the point where I have to reconsider everything the internet says and everything I believe.
What if, for a moment, we see what the episodes have to say.
One thing they make very clear is that Splinter does not see Mikey as any less intelligent than his brothers. Several times during the series, the Sensei does not hesitate to openly agree with his youngest’s statement. He holds him to standards that are equally as high as the one Splinter gives to his brothers.
“How many times have I told you not to skateboard in the lair?”
“None, Sensei.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you!”
“No, Michelangelo, you are right.”
“I am?”
“He is?”
“We gotta take him down.”
“Yes, Michelangelo, you do.”
Beyond agreeing with him, Splinter allows his youngest to have his say when he argues with the Sensei. He doesn’t shut him down or talk over him. Even if all of his sons disagree with Mikey, Splinter will hear him out and can even be seen changing his mind.
“There is no monster more dangerous than a lack of compassion.”
“My mistake.”
“We’re doing to him what everyone else does to us! Judging him for his looks!”
“But he was fighting the Kraang, Master Splinter. It’s like you always say! The enemy of my enemy is my bro.”
“That is not exactly what I’ve said…”
“Mm. I see. You’ve made a wise decision, Michelangelo.”
Master Splinter also doesn’t doubt his abilities. He can recognize his son’s strengths and won’t hesitate to put them to good use.
“When he awakens, Michelangelo, you must find a way to befriend him.”
“No problemo.”
The Sensei doesn’t challenge Mikey any harder than he challenges his brothers. Splinter never makes him out to be inferior when he’s teaching him something compared to them.
“Michelangelo. Why did you give up so easily?”
“There was nothing I could do.”
“There is always something you can do. Observe.”
“The key is to unbalance your opponent.”
“But how?”
“However you can. For example…”
While he doesn’t exactly understand how his mind works, he comprehends that his unique way of learning is to be nurtured and molded. He knows that some of his quirks are gifts to be appreciated. He even goes as far as using Mikey’s natural skill as an example of how to fight in order to instruct his brother.
“The nunchaku because… Um, they are perfect for you!”
“I just don’t understand how you can fight without thinking.”
“Observe… You see? Mikey does not think.”
“Thank you~”
“You must find the space between your thoughts and learn to live there. That’s what Michelangelo does.”
Mikey idolizes his sensei, but not quite to Leo’s extent. He takes in all the lessons that resígnate with him to heart, even to the point that he can quote them back to his father and brothers. (Revisit: “But he was fighting the Kraang, Master Splinter. It’s like you always say! The enemy of my enemy is my bro.”) Splinter spends a good amount of the show teaching lessons, such as don’t judge those who are different from you, peace is better than war, and a lack of compassion is the true monster. Mikey is consistently seen prompting these ideals in everything that he does, consciously or unconsciously mimicking his father.
“Raphael! Clearly, April is upset.”
“Yeah, dude, that’s so insensitive.”
“Yeah, that’s all good, but like Master Splinter would say, we must accept the hand that the universe has dealt usssss.”
They recognize cues from one another without anything being said. Reading their tones and expressions with ease, catching things that others in the room don’t notice, at least, not yet.
“You okay, Sensei?”
“Forgive me… My thoughts are… Elsewhere, Michelangelo.”
“Well, yeah. Cause old people never care how they look. Or smell.”
*sus Sensei squint*
*awkward laugh* *whistling*
“My son. I sense there is something you’d like to tell us.”
There are even times when they are in sync. A favorite example would be when Mikey throws down a smoke bomb and Splinter reappears in the same instance. It may be played off as a joke, but this is crack that the show takes very seriously.
“This is serious. I better get Splinter.”
“Um, we don’t really need-”
“Michelangelo said you wanted to see me?”
The two of them don’t have a lot of one-on-one screen time, but I often think that this isn’t because Splinter is outright ignoring his youngest. In fact, this is because, despite not being “as smart” as his brothers, he doesn’t need to give Mikey as much schooling as the rest of them. Leo seeks him out for advice, Raph needs help to mold his temper and impulsive nature, and Donnie needs to learn how calm his anxieties or how to react to social situations.
Mikey vibes with the world and follows his brothers’ leads. His mistakes are theirs and the rules that he follows are based off Sensei’s teaching. He’s smart in his own way, he has the instinct and the skills to fight and defend himself and his brothers, and he doesn’t need Master Splinter looking over his shoulder all the time.
He’s not useless. In some ways, he’s just a daddy’s boy.
Maybe the memory in Requiem wasn’t simply lazy writing.
Maybe, to him, this was an unspoken moment where Splinter acknowledges that and more.
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Valen-Time 03: Forever(2012 Mikey x Reader)
A/N, not important: Yes I know the first half sucks but bear with me<3 Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
-Ollie
CW: Marriage talk, sitting on roof ledge(non-suicidal), short
Words: 774
Summary: Mikey asks about marriage
Tag list: @f1oricide @itsyagurlchip @lordfreg @acutiewithagun @rottmnttmnt2012 @lixnininotnay @lexiechr @ssak-i
You shiver from the rush of wind that hits your face the moment you open the door to the rooftop, your makeshift picnic basket in hand. The roof was already decorated for your date, a corner of the concrete roof covered in an old blanket and surrounded by dull, half working Christmas lights you snagged from a thrift store just a few months before. Mikey wasn't here yet, but that was to be expected. He was never someone who showed up exactly on time, and while never late, you weren't sure he had ever been even a few seconds early to plans without his brothers dragging him there.
You start to set up the food and drinks you had brought, the large pizza you ordered going directly in the middle of the blanket. You sit down next to it, cracking open one of the soda's you brought as you wait for your boyfriend to arrive. You watch the night sky with interest, the light pollution from the street lights and billboards causing the night to be void of stars, but you appreciated the inky-darkness nonetheless.
You barely take more than one sip before two hands grab at your shoulders, the sudden touch making your heart fall to your stomach and your fist to fly out. Your eyes meet Mikey's as soon as you are calm enough to think, his cheeky smile and making you wish you landed that punch.
"I missed you." He says brightly as he sits down, greedily eyeing the pizza and snacks you had placed out. You grin good-naturedly, waving your arm over the spread and letting him take his pick of the food. He happily opened the pizza box and started to dig in, both of you slowly migrating to the edge of the roof and dangling your feet off the side. It was nice, just being able to sit there and talk.
“Would you ever want to get married?”
Mikey’s casual tone paired with the weighted question makes you sputter, your drink dribbling out of your mouth as you cough. Mikey squeaks, his eyes wrinkled in worry. His muttered apologies seem to be the tempo for the harsh pats on your back, your wracking coughs startling you both. You wipe the water from your eyes that the coughs forced out, your voice a bit hoarse from the sudden wheezing. “We’re seventeen, Mikey.”
You immediately feel bad when you watch his face fall, his hands fiddling with his fingers and pulling harshly at each of the large digits. You clear your throat, feeling awkward and unsure how to go about this, not quite understanding his sudden question, nor the sadness towards your dismissal.
Mikey shrugs, his left shoulder popping at the movement. The usually bubbly turtle had shrunken in on himself, clearly unable to convey just what he wanted to say. You wait for him, not trying to pressure him into speaking before he is ready. You already felt bad enough for the way you responded, knowing it wasn’t so crazy to ask as you’ve both been practically dating since you had met, but his question made everything seem so… Real.
You force yourself to take the last swig of your drink, hoping the burn of the carbonation would distract you from the memories flooding your mind. Mikey was serious in his question, despite the nonchalant and joke-y way he asked. You couldn’t blame him either, knowing that deep down, spending your life with him was something you truly did want. He was kind, caring, and even though his goofy nature was still prominent, it didn’t annoy you like it did his brothers. Mikey was comfortable to be around, and made you feel good. He was your best friend, and someone who you considered your soulmate. Now your only concern was how your family would react, and the logistics of the marriage, but that could be worked out eventually. Your family would come around, hopefully.
“Do you think Donnie could fudge a marriage certificate for us? Or at least figure out how to get us a real one?” You ask, glancing at the moping turtle. His eyes snap to yours, the brilliant blue shining in the moonlight.
“If we asked, yeah!”
You chuckle at his enthusiasm, giving him your now empty soda can to crush and throw in the trash bag. You lean against his shoulder as he starts to babble about a wedding, tales of bright lights and ceremonies you didn’t even know existed until now. Whether you could truly get married or not, you knew for certain you never wanted to leave his side. He was your forever.
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