#unless rottmnt comes back of course~
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ROTTMNT Bad Things Happen Bingo #2: Lost Their Voice from Screaming
for @badthingshappenbingo
Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters: Draxum, Leo (the others make minor appearances)
Square: Lost Their Voice from Screaming
Warnings: Major Character Death (canonical), Bad Future Timeline
Notes: The death is offscreen but the fic deals with the direct aftermath so take care. I've put the entire fic under a cut in case you'd rather skip.
This will be up on AO3 tonight unless tumblr deletes my post a second time in which case I will probably be too tired to continue
Draxum has become a father three times in his life.
The first time, of course, was with Michelangelo. The boy had helped (or harassed) him much over the last few months, and at this point his visits were an expected part of Draxum’s routine. Even, if he were honest with himself, an anticipated part of his routine, something he looked forward to the rest of the week.
It was during one of these visits, while Michelangelo was baking cupcakes in his tiny apartment kitchen and chattering away about what he and his brothers had been up to that Draxum recognized the warmth in his chest for what it was. This wasn’t merely his creation - this was his son.
The second time was immediately after their victory against the Shredder.
He had acknowledged the kids as his boys to Lou Jitsu, but that feeling of fatherhood was still missing between him and the other three. That didn’t stop him from opening his apartment to them, because they were exhausted and that pit they called a home was full of rubble and bad memories.
Long after the others were asleep, Raphael sat awake, back to the wall and eyes watching the door and the windows. When Draxum asked him about it, he admitted he felt like he couldn’t sleep - like the moment he closed his eyes, something would hurt his family.
Draxum didn’t bother telling him to sleep. He just sat next to him and promised to keep watch. And when the boy’s head finally listed and came to rest against Draxum’s shoulder, he gained another son.
The third time was months later. Michelangelo had been coming to his apartment regularly for training in his mystic powers, and Donatello had started tagging along. He claimed it was because he had an interest in alchemical compounds, but Draxum had a feeling that wasn’t all. There seemed to be growing tension back home that both boys were desperate to escape.
Draxum didn’t ask. He let Donatello peruse what books he still had at his leisure and allowed him to conduct alchemical experiments in the bathroom (under strict orders not to destroy anything).
The day the boy came to him with his a successful compound, Draxum told him he’d done very well. He received the first genuine smile he’d ever gotten from Donatello, and while he quickly schooled his expression back into something more neutral, Draxum would never forget that moment of pure joy on his son’s face.
Of the four of them, only he and Leonardo were still at odds. He wasn’t hostile, and he accepted Draxum’s presence in the family easily enough, but he kept Draxum at arm’s length, never opening up, never letting down his walls, never offering anything more than the surface level.
Where the other boys had come around, Leonardo still
resists
against the hold of Draxum’s arms, digging his feet into the dirt and straining to be free. He wriggles one arm loose, reaching back toward the smoldering wreckage of the collapsed tunnel, and he screams at the top of his lungs.
“DAD!”
“Leonardo, stop,” he commands, dragging them both back two steps before the child lurches again. “There’s no sense in this.”
“We can’t leave him!” Leonardo insists, struggling as hard as he can. “Dad! DAD!”
“If you go back there you will be killed! Which is exactly what Lou Jitsu did not want.”
“I don’t care! Let me go! LET ME GO!”
He lifts the boy up and ignores how he flails and kicks. If his leg weren’t injured, he might be able to escape, but as it is he’s lacking in his usual force. Only the adrenaline is keeping him upright, Draxum knows. At least his swords are caught between his shell and Draxum’s chest.
He’s still screaming, but Draxum ignores him, looking over his shoulder at Raphael. He has his other brothers tucked under either arm. Michelangelo has retreated entirely into his shell, but Draxum can hear him crying even from here. Donatello is quiet, but he looks seconds from doing exactly the same as Leonardo and running off into the rubble. Raphael himself is silent, staring at the ruins of the tunnel’s entrance in disbelief.
Draxum’s voice is a commanding bark - he has to pull the kids out of their trance and get them out of here. It’s what Lou Jitsu asked him to do, after all, and he will do it.
“Raphael! Take your brothers and go back to the hideout!”
“But… but Pops-”
“Your father is gone,” says Draxum plainly, because they need to understand that. They need to get that through their heads. There is no time to be soft about it.
Raphael flinches. Michelangelo’s wails grow louder and Donatello sags, tears starting to stream down his face.
In Draxum’s arms, Leonardo howls.
“He wanted you boys to be safe and I will make sure you are.” Draxum jerks his head. “Now go! We will be right behind you.”
For a moment he thinks Raphael will resist, too, and he isn’t sure what he will do then because he can’t hold them all. But Raphael relents, lifting Donatello and Michelangelo more securely in his arms before taking off with them both, leaving Leonardo in Draxum’s care.
The boy sags suddenly, going limp in his grasp. Draxum doesn’t trust it for a moment, so he doesn’t let go, though he does lower him to stand on his feet.
“My brothers are gone,” he says. “You can let me go now.”
“So you can run straight in there and get killed?” Draxum scoffs. “I will not.”
He steps back again, dragging Leonardo with him, but still the boy resists. He tries to dig in his heels, but Draxum can tell his leg is starting to hurt too much for it to count.
“I’m not going to die,” he snaps, wrenching his chest to try and escape. “I’m going to save my dad.”
“If you would listen to me,” Draxum hisses, pulling him another few feet back, “you would know your father is beyond saving. And we will join him if we don’t leave now.”
“You must be happy about it,” says Leonardo, and his words sting like acid. “You guys never got along, right? You never cared about him.” His voice is rising again, growing to a shout. “You never cared about any of us!”
“I care about you very much!” Draxum argues, giving the boy a shake. It’s the first time he’s ever told him this, and he doesn’t even feel embarrassed because he just needs Leonardo to see sense. “Otherwise I would just leave you here and be done with it!”
“Then do it!” He kicks one last time. “Let me go! Dad! DAD!”
Draxum doesn’t want to do it, but he can hear the sounds of those monsters as they grow closer; the time Lou Jitsu gave his life to buy them is growing short. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and he’s never been more desperate.
He aims a kick of his own at the large gash in the boy’s shin, and Leonardo lets out a yelp of pain and surprise, folding over Draxum’s arm.
That’s all he needs - he takes the moment while Leonardo is limp and lifts him, then turns and runs.
Leonardo realizes what’s happening, and he tries to struggle but Draxum keeps him pinned to his chest, arms gripped tight. With no other recourse, Leonardo looks up at him and snarls ugly, ugly words.
“You don’t care… You let him die! I hate you! I HATE YOU!”
“Then live to hate me,” Draxum snaps down at him, and that’s all he says as he carries Leonardo far away from the wreckage of the tunnel, as fast as he can.
In his arms, the boy screams and screams and screams, until his voice grows hoarse, until it quiets to a whisper, and he finally gives out.
…
Mrs. O’Neil is waiting for them when they arrive at their hideout - an old basement storm shelter near the ruins of their apartment building. “Oh, baby,” she says softly, putting a hand on Leonardo’s forehead. He doesn’t react - he hasn’t reacted to much at all for over ten minutes now, his eyes staring up sightlessly at the red sky.
“His leg is injured,” Draxum informs her, and her brow creases.
“It wasn’t the krang, was it?” she asks. If it was, they would have to put the boy in isolation to make sure the wound wasn’t infected - hardly a good place for him to be now, in the midst of grief.
Thankfully, that is not the case. “No; there was an explosion and he was struck by the shrapnel.”
“Oh, honey,” she says, stroking his forehead. “We’ll get you patched right up.” Her eyes go to Draxum’s. “The other boys are with April.”
Draxum sets Leonardo down, making sure he’s steady before pulling back his support. He doesn’t say anything, just leans against Mrs. O’Neil and follows her away, the same shell-shocked expression on his face.
Draxum watches them disappear into the small medic center, then makes his way to the sleeping quarters to see his sons.
They’re easy to spot among the huddled humans, thanks to Raphael’s size. He’s sitting against the wall, head leaned back and eyes on the ceiling, tears rolling down face and dripping onto his neck. Michelangelo is still inside his shell, cradled in Raphael’s lap. April is sitting next to Raphael, her arms wrapped around the shivering mess that is Donatello. Draxum can hear the younger boys and April crying from here.
He sits down on Raphael’s other side and runs a hand over Michelangelo’s shell. The boy pokes his head out, eyes puffy and skin crusted with tears. He pops the rest of his limbs out when he sees who it is and climbs into Draxum’s lap, burying his face in the front of his robe. It’s seconds before a fresh round of tears start, but Draxum doesn’t do anything to discourage the clinging.
Next to him, Raphael sniffs, then starts sobbing louder. April looks up, then gives Donatello a gentle nudge; after some maneuvering, they take Michelangelo’s spot in Raphael’s lap, letting Raphael hug them and crying into his plastron.
It occurs to Draxum that these kids are his responsibility now; Lou Jitsu isn’t here for them anymore. Take care of our boys, he’d said, before using mystic force to push them out of the tunnel. He hadn’t meant just today.
They are his, and he will take care of them.
All four of them.
…
The kids eventually fall asleep, and Leonardo still hasn’t returned. Draxum makes sure they won’t miss him, gently laying Michelangelo back in Raphael’s lap, where he and April sleepily curl around each other, before he leaves to go find his last wayward creation.
Mrs. O’Neil hasn’t seen him since she finished patching up his leg, so he has to go hunting. There are a few other humans hiding out here, too, mostly people from the block whose homes were similarly destroyed. They’re all unphased by mutants and yokai by now, and they all know Leonardo, but none of them have seen him. He’s not in the makeshift kitchen or the central eating area, and Draxum would have noticed if he went back to the sleeping quarters.
The foolish boy wouldn’t leave, would he?
Of course he would, Draxum thinks, and hurries for the entrance.
Thankfully, he didn’t go far - as soon as Draxum emerges into the cold night air, he spots the shadowy shape that is Leonardo, huddled in the remains of the building that used to be next door. He had the sense to hide under an overhang, at least, his eyes staring out at the ruins of the city that has always been his home.
Draxum has to climb up a mountain of shifting rubble to get there, cursing the boy’s ability to teleport, before he finally arrives. He approaches cautiously, half expecting Leonardo to run, but it seems like the fight has left him now.
As good as that is for Draxum, it adds to the melancholy air hanging around the whole scene.
“You know you shouldn’t be out here,” he says simply. Leonardo doesn’t so much as look his way. “...How is your leg?”
To that he receives a shrug. Leonardo still isn’t looking at him.
“Are you hungry? There’s still leftover soup in the kitchen.” He’d tried to get the others to eat, but none of them had been interested. It doesn’t surprise him when Leonardo shakes his head. “Still, you should at least come back inside; it’s not safe to stay outside for long.”
Leonardo doesn’t respond to that. He just stares out at the city.
Draxum folds his arms, trying not to let the irritation he feels show in his voice and failing. “Are you this intent on giving me the cold shoulder all night? I’m trying to help you.”
Leonardo’s eyes narrow, and he lets out a long sigh through his nose. He lifts his wrist and pulls up the communicator Donnie made him (the only way they have to communicate long distance since the phone lines went down), typing a message on the holographic screen that he then turns to Draxum.
throat hurts cant talk
Draxum thinks about how the boy screamed and screamed until he couldn’t anymore, and it clicks. Of course his throat would hurt. They’re lucky if he didn’t severely damage his vocal cords.
I hate you!
He shakes the memory of the boy’s words away, focusing on the present moment. He may not be able to do anything else about this awful day, but this he has a solution for.
“Don’t go any further into the city by yourself,” he says. And then he leaves.
He returns to where his possessions are stored in the hideout, hidden behind a barrier spell to keep any nosy humans out. He fishes around until he finds what he’s looking for, then goes to boil water in the kitchen.
Soon enough he’s returning to Leonardo, an old, chipped mug cradled in his hands. It’s precarious trying to climb up to the boy again without spilling, but he manages.
Leonardo looks surprised he came back, but, predictably, he doesn’t say anything, turning his attention back to the sky.
Draxum doesn’t say anything either, instead coming close and sitting down next to him. Leonardo doesn’t react, and he chooses to take that as a positive.
“Here,” he says, holding out the mug. “Drink this.”
For a moment Leonardo only stares at it, but then he slowly takes it in his hands. He gives it a sniff, his snout crinkling in displeasure at the smell.
“It’s a medicinal herbal tea from the Hidden City,” Draxum explains. “Worthless for any large wounds like your leg, but it’s effective at soothing muscle pains, headaches… sore throats.”
Leonardo’s eyes go wide for a moment, then he turns his head away, handing the mug back to Draxum. Draxum takes it before he drops it, and he has to swallow down his protest when he sees Leonardo typing again.
The message this time reads:
give it to someone who needs it
“I am,” says Draxum, and he presses the warm mug against Leonardo’s undoubtedly cold skin. “You need it, so I’m giving it to you.”
The boy hesitates a moment longer, but then exhaustion seems to leech into him all at once, leaving him slumped and shaking. He turns and takes the mug in his hands again, taking a long moment to just feel the warmth.
Then he takes a small sip, and Draxum’s chest loosens.
Immediately Leonardo’s mouth puckers, and Draxum can’t help but chuckle. “The taste isn’t very good, but it’s better than that artificial grape nonsense you humans use.”
Leonardo makes an amused noise and wags his free hand in a maybe gesture. Then he takes another sip, and then another, and his shaking starts to slow down, his posture growing more relaxed.
Draxum sits next to him in companionable silence, watching the eerily silent New York and waiting for him to finish. They can’t see the moon anymore, not with the permanent dust cloud in the sky, but he still knows it’s getting late when Leonardo finally sets the cup aside.
“It’s best if you don’t speak for now,” says Draxum, “but are you feeling better?”
Leonardo gives a slow nod, giving his throat a light rub with his fingers. Then he types a new message on his holoscreen.
hated drinking it tho
Draxum chuckles again. “I thought you liked tea.”
Leonardo makes a face.
not this tea. it tea-rrible
“Ugh, was that a pun? That’s what’s terrible.”
Leonardo actually smirks. It’s small, but it’s there.
Taking advantage of his improved humor, Draxum asks, “What kind of tea do you like, then? I can’t promise I can get it, but I can try.”
The smirk drops off the boy’s face. He hesitates, then shrugs, giving his head a small shake.
“You don’t know?” Draxum guesses, and Leonardo nods. He hesitates again, his fingers flexing over the keyboard of the holoscreen, before he finally types a message.
dad always made it for me
Draxum reads those words, then shifts to look at Leonardo’s face. His eyes are glassy, his lip trembling, and he shivers but not from the cold, this time.
Quietly, Draxum shifts closer and wraps one arm around Leonardo’s shell.
The child breaks - tears that grow into hitching breaths and harsh sobs. He tries to stay quiet, curling in on himself, and Draxum holds him tighter, telling him without words that it’s okay, he’s not alone.
There, at the end of the world, Leonardo cries himself out, and, for the fourth time, Draxum becomes a father.
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#bad things happen bingo#lost their voice from screaming#rise leonardo#baron draxum#cw family death#rottmnt bad future#fanfiction
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Weak Spot - Chapter 1
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes
Synopsis: When falling in love is the easy part where does the difficulty lie? In a society where we're defined by our job, it's those little details as a relationship goes on that ends up setting a course for whether or not a couple can make it in the long run.
Also available on Ao3
Alright, check it! Here we go, everybody!
The current rating of the fic is Teen and Up. I'm going to be going ham on a chapter by chapter rating/tagging basis because I don't want this baby to sit in Explicit until it is, if that makes sense. It will definitely become so in the future, but until then I'm going to rate it as is. Speaking of, when that switch does happen, please look for the notes before each chapter that will signal that. If you're reading on Ao3 you'll find more handy tagging notes.
Reader will be as gender neutral as possible until/unless otherwise stated. For my outline so far, this will involve sex and fem-coded activities such as make-up application and dress. I'll mark before each chapter if something is going to lean towards more of a fem!reader.
Otherwise, please enjoy! This is going to be a long ride so let's go!
Oh, please, not today.
Maneuvering around a corner, you doubled back to duck your boss. You could almost cry; not that you ever would over something so ridiculous at work. Looking back towards where you had just come, you felt the anxious sweat form on the back of your neck. This hallway only went in one direction and if your boss was already heading this way then surely he was about to run into you.
That was not something you could handle right now.
Clutching your bag tighter to your chest, you pushed off the wall to make a run for it when you heard a coworker call out.
“Oh! Perfect timing, sir. Do you have a second to look at something?”
You heard your boss stutter and your eyes went wide. Who was this prince that stepped in and saved your lunch hour? You wanted to bestow them with a thousand gifts, but you hadn’t heard enough of their voice to identify them. Shoving down the urge to peek, you listened until the two’s conversation slunk away. It meant the coast was clear and you speed walked your way down that now empty hall. In mere moments you were at the elevator landing and jammed the button with repeated anxiety. The display for which floor the accursed machine was on had been broken for about as long as you could remember. You glared at the black screen. It would only been busted on your level. Another tick to the record of your inefficient boss. You were so lost in your glaring that you scarcely heard two more co-workers walk up until the elevator chimed its arrival.
“Tell me something!”
Standing right in front of the silver doors, you surged forward as soon as they parted. There was an elderly suited man in the back and you tucked yourself right against the panel to hit ground floor.
“What’s up with these women wearing hot pants at the gym like it isn’t 45 degrees outside and then they get fucking mad when you look at them!?”
Unable to hide the disgust on your face, you grimaced into the corner.
“I don’t know man…”
These two weren’t colleagues you considered often, but they had rapidly shot down to the bottom of your care’s list.
“Seems inappropriate!”
You soured further as you heard the old man chirp out a response. Three was far more than a crowd it seemed.
“What about you? You gotta have some idea, right?”
You felt a tap on your shoulder.
They were not trying to pull you into this bullshit.
Seriously, this was not the day.
You prepared a barbed response and turned to sick it on them when the elevator signaled a premature stop. You lifted your head and watched as a immaculately done up woman in a skin tight dress clicked her way into the elevator on daggered heels. She not only towered over you, but everyone else in the square. The tension was so palpable you imagined pricking it with a needle. You wondered if the woman could sense it considering she didn’t have the inane context. Either way, you worshipped her as the goddess she was for even unknowingly averting a confrontation for you.
When the elevator hit the bottom floor, you were the first to scurry off. You heard your two idiot co-workers start petty conversation with the woman and you marched straight to the many glass doors that granted exit to your high-rise. It wasn’t a breath of fresh air when it came to New York City, but it was certainly a reprieve. Still clutching your bag close, you strode down several sets of steps and onto a busy sidewalk. Hundreds of suits bustled and knocked shoulders with you as you settled into the traffic. It was a necessary evil that didn’t grate on your nerves any less. Parting the clouded thoughts as best you could, you looked forward into the ray of sunshine that sat on a lone sandwich shop. After several turns, that same storefront appeared tangible in the real world.
Your heart leapt at the sight. Somewhere in your bag you pictured your online pick-up order confirmation. You didn’t need it, but its receipt meant that no further fouls could come into play. Reaching for the handle, you watched through the glass as a gentleman did the same except his head was turned back to his companion within the shop. You reeled to dodge, but it was too late. The door flew open and clipped your shoulder as your failed to completely move away. You hissed into the sting and his sudden flurry of apologies took a bit of the edge off. You gave him a passing hands up gesture to pardon his transgression and he thankfully pivoted to hold the door for you. You heard a snippet of his companion berating him as the door returned to its stationary position.
Sighing, you fell into the shop’s embrace. The smell of freshly baked bread filled your nostrils and the thrum of patrons caressed your ears. You had eaten here a few times, with its proximity to your work, but this was the first time since they’d set up their online system. It meant you could skip the line and move right over to the pick-up counter. Straightening and finally letting your bag fall away from its defensive position, you headed to said post. There was no awaiting bag and you gave a little frown. This was exactly why you had your email at the ready. Reluctantly pulling up your bag, you rifled through it for your phone. Unlocking it, you watched in dismay as the email appeared only for the UI to refresh. Squashing a whine in your throat, you waited as the mobile data couldn’t seem to catch up with the page. Shifting a thumb to see if the shop had maybe set up free Wi-Fi along with ordering system, you heard an authoritative voice call out.
“Online pick-up! Club, hold the ham, roasted tomato, add oil!”
All the petty joy in your body surged straight to your head. That was your exact order.
Now this you needed.
You closed the gap between you and the counter with a near hop as the employee set down the bag. Your hand reached out as if an angel were serving penance and you watched in slow motion as another hand did the same. Confusion twisted on your features as you both clutched the paper in tandem. Your dopamine spike skittered to a halt, leaving you at a flattened emotional midpoint.
Not now.
It had finally gone right!
“Huh?!” The pitch was far deeper and had way more gravel than you ever remembered your voice having before. You nearly growled as your shoulders bunched up and you went into full on defense mode over your lunch. You turned your irritation on your would be sandwich thief and found yourself caught at the sight. Towering over you was clearly a mutant. You blinked out of your glare and stared openly. Instead of looking at you, the man instead gazed straight through you. You saw a bit of brow sat neutral against a wash of purple. He seemed encompassed in layers as a hint of green skin peeked out from between the purple and a black mask. It made the angular glasses perched upon them all the more apparent. There was a faint tint to them that you couldn’t quite make out from this distance. From there you skirted the edges of his black ball cap and down to his black wool coat. It framed the tight black turtleneck that clung to every crevice of his seemingly chiseled torso.
You came back to yourself all at once and found that barely a second had passed.
“I’m pretty sure that’s mine.” Thankfully your mouth still knew justice and held none of the awe that had passed through your brain.
Something about your curt response seemed to catch his attention and you watched in real time as his focus seemed to adjust to your form. With the mask you couldn’t be sure, but he seemed prepared to respond.
“Online pick…!”
You watched as the man turned away from you and to the confused employee who had choked on his announcement.
“Weird! This is… the exact same order?”
Reluctantly, you finally dragged your gaze away to the staff member. “What?”
“Some kind of glitch in the new system?” The employee posited, pulling the first bag away from both of your still outstretched hands.
In your periphery you saw the mutant move and pull out his phone.
“The order numbers and names are different…” The employee struggled and juggled both sacks.
“Simply a coincidence.”
Both you and the employee jolted at the mutant’s voice.
“I’d like my lunch now if you’re done manhandling it.”
The employee nodded dumbly and before placing both bags on the counter. He then made a scared show of pushing one in each of your directions. You caught your bags at the same time and you turned to see the mutant still scrolling his device with what you supposed was purpose.
“Some coincidence, huh?” You remarked, clutching your lunch.
The mutant gave a curt nod and you heard the employee retreat.
You were about to do the same when he seemed to find what he was looking for. In a flash of movement, his device fell in a slack arm and he leaned forward. You had no time to move away as he entered your personal space. You heart hitched as he reached out to your bag. Basal instinct told you to pull away, but curiosity kept you in place. You watched as a tridactyl hand passed the sack itself and moved to lift the receipt attached to it. From this distance you could finally see the color of his glasses; it was a barely there shading of blue in one and red in the other.
“You have my order.”
One of your brows descended while the other shot sky high. “So?”
You watched for the second time as his gaze seemed to struggle to focus on you like a malfunctioning camera lens.
“Just like the guy said: the orders are the same.”
You could only glean information from his eyes and they were set sternly to stoic. He bypassed responding and instead lifted his device. The screen was turned toward you and proudly displayed his own receipt.
So, that’s what had kept him.
“You had trouble with the internet too!”
In the first show of emotion you had seen, you watched one of his brows incrementally raise. A full centimeter seemed like quite the hurdle for him.
“I’m to assume you won’t give me my sandwich.”
He straightened and your heart sank the tiniest bit.
That was strange.
You knew nothing about this man other than he was apathetic and apparently a stickler for order numbers.
Still, he was the most interesting thing that had happened to you all day.
Hell, maybe even all year.
When was the last time you had gotten to interact with a someone in banal terms?
It didn’t have to be a long lunch to be fulfilling.
“How about…” You tilted your head to the side and did your best to peered into his eyes. “I give it back to you if you sit down and have lunch with me?”
His stare was completely flat.
“If… you have time that is?” You shoved the afterthought in quickly.
He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his sandwich into the crook of his arm. You watched as he then placed his device into his pocket and pinched one of his lapels. You continued to wait with ever growing curiosity as he then swiveled his neck to look out over the dining room. You followed his gaze for a moment trying to spy exactly what he was looking at. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it and his head crawled back to you before he gave a little sigh.
“You have terrible taste.” He said simply and made a slight movement with his neck for you to follow.
“I literally ordered the exact same meal as you.” You bounced in line with him as he lead you both over to a table tucked into a windowed corner.
He waited for you to sit before he delicately took the one across from you. His posture was so perfect it was almost laughable as he set his order on the table. In contrast, you heaved yours down and struggled to take your bag off. When you’d finally slipped it to your side, you rose up to find him still holding his meal as if it were a valuable item in a criminal handoff.
“Not what you meant, got it.” You noted, grabbing your order in a similar manner to indulge him.
His head tipped down incrementally and you both made the switch. He seemed to examine the contents while you, in contrast, shoved your hand down the paper bag to retrieve your parchment wrapped sandwich. You wanted to gripe about how he had eyes on the meal from the employee until now, but he hadn’t spoken past insulting you.
Oh, yeah. You should probably be more upset about that.
Your stomach grumbled as you dismissed the thought to instead languish in his curious company. Instead of fully unwrapping your sandwich, you peeled back the wrapper to keep your hands clean before taking a big bite. As you chewed you watched as he made work of flawlessly folding his parchment until his own meal was fully exposed. He then procured napkins from his bag and set his shoulders to finally eat.
“At least you’re aware.”
The corner of your mouth quirked up at that. He certainly liked to take his time to respond.
“Why this sandwich?” You took another hearty bite and relished the way the tomatoes burst with flavor.
“A club could be considered a base standard for a sandwich shop.”
You slowed your bites as he reached both his hands up. It was only then that you realized he’d have to remove his mask to eat. It seemed like a delicious cherry on top of your silly little scheme. You watched curiously as you noted that he had no ears for the straps to attach to. Instead you took notice of the poignantly sewed on buttons to his ball cap that were keeping the elastic in place. His head came down as he removed the mask and his green snout came into view. He then tucked the mask into his coat as if it were a pocket book and brought his hands back to his sandwich.
“Enjoying the show?” He kept his eyes down on his meal and seemed to be calculating the best way to tackle it.
“Yes, actually.” You hummed, swallowing your bite. You watched with tepid joy as your stark response caused him to flick his gaze at your momentarily.
He hadn’t needed to adjust that time.
“Do you have a mutant kink?”
What a return lob.
“No, it’s just been awhile since I’ve been able to have a civil conversation with someone.”
He finally picked up his sandwich and though you could see his mouth now, its tight line read the same as his eyes, giving nothing away. He seemed to digest your words as he brought his purchase up. You felt your hands squeeze a little too hard as his lips parted. Maybe it was your imagination, but it seemed to open a little wider than necessary and you got a good luck at the pricks of his canines as he bit down into the relenting bread. A tomato falling into your lap brought you back to your senses.
You cursed and switched to palm your sandwich with one hand to retrieve the red offender. A napkin slid across the table in your periphery and you grumbled out a thank you as you took it. Wiping your slacks and frowning at the oil that had already seeped in there, you huffed.
“Very convincing.”
It was almost impressive how much sarcasm he could inject into his flat tone.
You snapped your gaze to him and scooted closer to the table to prevent another spill. “It’s not an obsession! I mean you must know…”
He didn’t bother to look up and instead inspected the crescent carved out of his meal.
You gave him a few more moments, but it seemed apparent he wasn’t going to answer so you continued on. “What you look like.”
“And what is that?” Dropping his sandwich back to the folded parchment, he peeled back the top bread to examine the ingredients.
Though his question had appeared devoid of emotion, your cheeks flushed at the thought. You didn’t mind saying it as you had long grown past that kind of fearful shyness, but it still struck you how he was able to conjure up those sort of nervous butterflies when he didn’t seem particularly interested in you in the slightest. If that aloof attitude was why, then maybe it had been far longer that you’d previously thought since you’d had a decent conversation. You could consider the ramifications of it later. For now, it was a nice reprieve to be able to indulge in the sensation of a crush, even if it felt like the meeting would only last through lunch.
“You’re attractive.” You hid the little flip your stomach made by taking another bite.
You heard a little hum and chanced peeking at him through your lashes. He wasn’t looking at you, but his attention had finally been split away from his sandwich as he considered your statement. You continued to eat until, after a certain amount of time, he joined you. You smiled to yourself through a bite of turkey. He’d deemed it another non-response, but something about that was almost endearing. If he were anyone else you probably would be labeling him rude, but there was something about his aura that you found intoxicating in a mysterious way. His looks certainly helped, but you tried to see past the superficial.
No harm in being the reacher if only for a bit of fun.
“Earlier you mentioned something about a standard?”
There was a slight hitch as he brought his sandwich up to his lips. “That’s correct.”
“Are you like a food reviewer?”
You could have sworn you heard another hum, but this time the concurrent sounds of the shop made it impossible to be sure. You waited nonetheless and prepared a few other questions just in case this one also didn’t take.
“I’m looking for a new lunch spot.”
“Oh?” You gave him a once over and watched as he dabbed his face with a napkin.
“I’d been going to one shop for years, but despite my best efforts it closed down.” He passed you another look and your heart clenched at the sight of his eye line.
“You would be a creature of comfort.” Maybe another tease would bring his gaze back to you.
Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky.
“Presumptuous.” He said in a manner that seemed for his ears only.
“Am I wrong?” You tilted your head curiously.
He retracted ever so slightly and it brought your elbows to the table as you leaned in. He stood strong against the move before finally, instead of only a flitting glance, he looked straight at you. If you hadn’t already craned yourself to the table, you might have collapsed.
“It was meant as a negative. A note about how you venture to guess my habits based on so little data.”
This guy was something else. He suddenly reminded you of a computer. He was the embodiment of an analytic assault. If it wasn’t the way he picked apart his food and his talk creating a sandwich baseline, then it was how he seemed to be tallying up some sort of report on you.
Gosh, you just wanted to tease him.
“But am I wrong?”
If it were possible his level gaze became even more sardonic.
You couldn’t keep the widening smile off your cheeks.
He went back to his sandwich and you were starting to get a feel for when a subject had been dropped. Maybe a little data was just enough.
“I get it.” You dropped a new line in amity. “Everyone has a favorite place and it sucks when it closes.”
You didn’t get a sense that he was ignoring you this time, but rather had little to comment on the kindness you extended. It made you all the more curious.
“Why the club? Was it your favorite?”
One of his brows arched incrementally and the fact that you noticed surely meant you were just flat out staring at him. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to care or if he did, his face continued to betray nothing.
“No.” The rounded shape his lips made around the word lingered past when it left his vocal cords.
You wondered which of the two questions he had answered or if he had tidied both up in one go. You could almost curse yourself for not spreading them out.
“Almost every shop has a club sandwich.”
You perked up slightly, putting together what he meant. He had answered the questions in reverse order. You wondered what about them had confused his processors.
“Then why modify it?” Remembering your own sandwich preferences brought attention to the fact your lunch was being sorely neglected. It was still in hand, but you still couldn’t touch it as you found him giving his first emotion of the day: the slightest downturn of his lips.
Who knew a frown could do so much for the chemicals in your brain?
“It’s frustrating that something so basic doesn’t have a clear consensus.”
“Wha-?”
“It isn’t supposed to have ham on it and yet an infuriating amount of establishments default to the product. Plus that isn’t even mentioning construction which can be slapdash at best and I’ve even been to a shop that had the audacity to put an egg into the stack!”
You blinked wide as you realized it wasn’t just a frown, but something akin to anger. The way he bit down on the end of the sentence and then shifted in an almost imperceptible way to recompose himself made your heart rate spike. What a hang up! Your mind went into a flurry. You wanted to ask if he disliked eggs in general or just on a club. You didn’t even know his name, but you wanted to know all about his culinary preferences. Imagination running wild with the list, you imagined making his favorite breakfast after a night of-
Infatuation was a hell of a drug.
You squashed any further excitement with a tepid and, hopefully, understanding smile. “And the tomato?”
The way his chin tipped up seemed to say something, but you weren’t sure what. He opted to fold his arms and you found yourself unconsciously leaning ever more forward as you awaited his response.
“The cooking process concentrates what little flavor industrially-grown tomatoes have.”
You nodded, this time genuinely knowing what he meant.
“And the oil to add fat?”
His tightened grip on his arms laxed as he moved from looking at you to a full on survey. Feeling very seen, you dropped your gaze and picked at what was left of your sandwich.
“Yes, it also enhances mouth feel and can combat dryness.”
The corner of your mouth quirked up. Though his own tone could use a little of that seasoning, you swore you caught the tiniest note of appreciation for the catch.
It was also entirely possible you just willed it to be that way.
“Salt Fat Acid Heat…”
There was that hum again. This time you were sure you heard it.
You brought your gaze up to find his squarely on your face.
“Quite the read.” He gave a single approving nod and you could feel cupid’s arrow shoot straight through your heart. If nothing else this lunch would serve as an emotional meal for at least a week.
You really needed a new job.
“I’ll take that as you changed your mind about my tastes.” You gave a satisfied smirk and moved with the the intention of finishing your meal off.
“Absolutely not.”
His instant reply halted your hands mid journey.
“But you just…?” You trailed off weakly.
“Something can be said about your gastronomic choices, but that wasn’t what I was referring to.”
Did he mean earlier?
Was he talking about himself?
Your head tipped to one side curiously.
You watched him stare at you long enough to blink a single time before he returned to his sandwich. Remembering you had been trying to do the same, you followed suit. You were able to get through one more bite before another question chomped at the bit.
“How many shops have you evaluated so far?”
Under the guise of popping the final corner of your lunch into your mouth, you watched him through your lashes.
His cheeks paused in chewing before he swallowed.
“This will be the 12th one.”
You gave a snort as you stole one his napkins to wipe your hands. He responded by reaching into your forgotten bag and replenishing his supply.
“You’ll just keep going until you find a suitable replacement?”
He gave a single nod and you balled up your dirty parchment.
“How does this one rank? I’ve been here a few times before.”
He finished off his own sandwich and took to a careful process of folding his parchment further before depositing it into his bag.
“Mid, the turkey was nothing more than watery deli slices and the bread is particularly unremarkable.”
“Yeah, I can see that. The tomato was pretty good considering it’s out of season though.”
“Quite.” After thoroughly scrubbing his hands, he wiped any errant crumbs off the table and gathered up the trash into the bag as well. “You work nearby?”
You had been in the midst of following his table manners when you faltered and ripped your bag in the process of depositing a used napkin. Your lips parted and you almost wanted to ask him if you had heard him correctly. He had actually asked you a question.
“Yeah… How did you know?” You tried to salvage the bag as your mind ran rampant again.
Had he seen you before?
Were you really about to live out some kind of romantic comedy scenario?
“Why else would you chose the mediocre if not for proximity’s sake.”
Crushing your bag along with the ridiculous thoughts, you smiled at him a little too brightly. “You got me there.”
His chin tipped again, but this time it was down. You really wanted to map out all his little tendencies, but you’d need a notepad for that. You had the perfect one in your office, but that would mean heading out.
Your heart sank.
“My lunch break.”
The statement hung in the air as you left your trash abandoned in exchanged for your bag. Within a few flurried motions you pulled out your phone and stared in anguish as it awakened with the time.
“I am so late…!” Your voice waned and you looked to the mutant with desperation.
He seemed immune to your plight and moved to stand. Though you had long resigned yourself to satisfaction of the little time you’d gotten with him, the closing window didn’t sting any less. Squinting weakly at your trash, you dropped your phone into your bag and heaved yourself up. Gathering your things, you couldn’t help the surprise that passed over your features as you found him standing beside his pushed in chair and the mask back on his face, waiting.
“Thanks.” You mumbled off and he brushed by it as he headed for the door.
You followed him and waited your turn as he dumped his bag at the receptacle.
You had so many questions once.
Where had they all gone?
You waited sullenly as he seemed to take an extra moment before he stepped aside and you hucked your garbage ball into the appropriate hole.
“And thank you for indulging me. Works been…” You trailed off with a grimace and a wave of your hand.
He reached for the door handle, but kept his even gaze on you.
“Let’s just say this long lunch is not going to help the matter!” You sighed and wondered if that angelic coworker could distract your boss with even more edits.
That would probably be asking too much.
“It’s just a shame I won’t be able to hear the rest of your reviews.” A bit of dry laughter found its way out of you.
Finding a grip on the door, he opened it and slipped out first.
You chased after him having a feeling he wouldn’t hold it.
“I’ll just be stuck eating the same old meh meal!” Twisting your bag into both hands, you prepared for the parting.
You found him staring down at you with that ever-present aloof nature.
You opened your mouth to say your goodbye when you saw his hand come up with a clean napkin.
You tensed and forced your awareness to your face in attempt to feel if something had been left dried up there.
“I’m going about my search in an orderly block by block manner.”
Twisting your neck, he pulled your attention with his sudden speech.
“I’ll be in this vicinity for the next few days. Your options might not be so limited.”
Finding nothing in his eyes, you let your gaze trail down to his hand. Between green fingers you saw the telltale scrawl of numbers.
Your heart skipped such a beat you thought you might go into cardiac arrest.
“Though I’m going to the next shop tomorrow, so do find a way to appease your superior.”
You watched in horror as both your hands came up to take the slip as if it were some precious artifact.
You wondered if he found it funny.
Or endearing.
Or maybe he already regretted his decision entirely.
“Don’t worry. Sometimes I think he keeps me on just to bitch at me.” He let go of the napkin and it came fully into your possession.
Even though it acted as a record, you tried to commit the writing to memory.
Donatello
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Curt and to the point.
Just like him.
“Also, I don’t care for idle banter. Only message me when completely necessary.”
“Sure.” Pulling the napkin close, you looked up to find him already moving away. You jolted at his retreating form before planting your feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He surely heard your shout, but continued on unperturbed.
NEXT
#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie x reader#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt x reader#donatello hamato#donnie x reader#rise donnie#rise donnie x reader#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt donnie#me#fanfiction#my fanfiction#villain donnie#weakspotfic
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@pocky-dragon Hello there! First of all I really enjoy your fics and headcannons and I was wondering if you have any headcannons/thoughts on Casey from rottmnt?
(I'm dumb and deleted the ask again-)
🏒Casey Jr Tkl Headcanons💚
~AN: Eergejehhesh my BOOOOOY! Pocky you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do something for this mans- Now that events are done, hopefully I can get back up and running! Thank you for requesting!~
Gen:
Things weren't totally serious, totally crazy all the time in his timeline
Before Raph and Donnie…moved on, everyone was fairly optimistic. I mean, sure, it was the apocalypse, but they had hope.
When Casey was little, all four brothers would take turns playing with him. While each one had very different interactions, they all universally loved doing one thing: tickling him.
After all the sadness, Big Leo still tried to keep things uplifting for the boy.
He rarely full-on tickled him, but a few light pokes or squeezes here and there were the perfect thing to put a smile on the teen’s face.
Big Mikey would abuse his powers and sneak up behind Casey, squeezing his sides or teasing his neck.
Occasionally, when the boy was really down in the dumps, holding his arms while Big Leo cheered him up with some tickles.
Lee:
Let's all be honest here: he's a lee. No matter how hard he tries, he always ends up getting his ass handed to him.
Not that he doesn't adore it, of course.
He sees it as a fun way to bond with his new family, even if they do tease the shell out of him.
Worst spots are his hips, belly button and armpits. He likes all of them, though his melt spot is his palms; the best snorty-giggles stem from there.
Bushiest boi, will turn red as fresh cherries if you tease him right~
While he loves tickles from the whole Hamato fam, his favorite lers would have to be Raph and Leo.
He never really got to know Big Raph, but young him is a giant, compassionate teddy bear. A teddy bear that also happens to have a night job as a professional tickle monster!
As for Leo, he'd always felt close to the blue-themed turtle. Besides the obvious connections to his Leo, the guy’s just fun to be around.
The jokes get him giggling, and he feels safe around Leo.
Reigning loser of every tickle fight ever.
He's won maybe twice. Once against a very sleepy Leo, and again with a partner.
Self-conscious about his laugh, but the fam works daily to try and help him jump that hurdle! -♡
Little pill bug: his first response to anything tickly, from pokes to full-on tickled, is curling up into a tiny ball.
Adorable to watch, and even cuter to hear his little squeal when you get to his spots anyway!
Ler:
Rarely happens, but he's still not bad!
Really giggly ler, likes to laugh with his lee.
Definitely gets flustered when someone asks to be tickled by him.
Again, rare, but it does occasionally happen.
He's afraid of hurting them, so only the gentlest of tickles and little scritches unless/until they ask for more.
When he does tickle someone, it's usually Leo, Mikey or April.
Leo is a sorta-undercover angst lord, and Casey likes to hear him laugh when he's bummed or overthinking things.
Mikey is just playful. He'll annoy Casey, mostly on purpose, and get what's coming to him. Other times, he'll be attempting to help the artsy turtle with his makeup and tickle him with the brushes. Intentional or not, I'll let you decide…
With April, it's almost always circumstantial. Dragged into a random tickle fight, Raph asking for backup, Donnie needing someone to do his dirty work.
April tickles him more than he ever gets her. Very few times does it happen, but he's capable of giving revenge tickles.
Doesn't usually tease, but he will compliment his lee's laugh and/or reactions.
“I love your laugh, it's so happy!” “Hey, don't be ashamed of the blush. Red's a good color on you!” “Was that a snort? No, don't hide it, that's adorable!”
It took a while to get to that point, but with self confidence and a whole family of support, he can finally start putting himself out there. Even if it is with something as goofy as tickling.
#rottmnt tickle#lee!casey#ticklish!casey#ler!casey#sfw tickling community#tickle headcanons#tickle#sfwtickles#rise of the tmnt tickle#tickle thoughts#rottmnt#tickle fluff
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Gotta Get Creative
halloween special !
rottmnt raph x gn!reader
summary: as it turns out, halloween costumes are a whole lot more difficult when you’re trying to match with a mutant turtle.
word count: 1,142
a/n: taking a break from requests to get some halloween oneshots out! i’m counting this as gender neutral, but reader does wear a dress for their halloween costume. happy halloween, everybody!
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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.
The moment you got out of school, you grabbed your things and practically ran the route to the nearest manhole. It was a path you knew well by now, having walked it so many times.
You arrived at the lair in roughly ten minutes (new record!). You went through your routine, greeting everyone - Splinter on his armchair, Mikey and Leo having some sort of competition, Donnie in his lab. Finally, Raph in his room.
“Hello, wonderful boyfriend of mine! It is October 1st, which means I am now about to become a menace to society. Got any costume ideas?”
You dropped yourself onto the bed next to Raph, who, prior to your entrance, had been knitting. He had set his needles down now though, and you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before grabbing a notebook out of your bag along with a pen.
“Right to the point, huh?”
“This is business, Raph. Halloween costumes are no matter to be taken lightly.”
Several months ago already, you and Raph had agreed to go in matching costumes this year. Now that October had come, the challenge was to decide what costumes.
Of course, there were a few ground rules. Mainly, whatever it was had to something that would cover Raph’s mutation at least to the point where he could go unnoticed topside. Unless the Hidden City celebrated Halloween the way humans do, which you sorely doubted.
This couldn’t be too hard, right?
•°. *࿐
“My brain has failed me. The Internet has failed me. The world has failed me, Raph.”
As it turns out, your imagination wasn’t being very cooperative today, and neither was Google. In front of you sat your phone opened to a list of couples costume ideas (more than a few of which were more than a little unsettling), and all around you were scattered crumpled up pages of your poor notebook.
“Come on, (y/n), it’s only been thirty minutes.” Raph was patting your back in consolation.
“It’s been almost two hours.”
“What?” Raph blinked at you. “That can’t be right.”
You pointed at the corner of your screen, which indicated that roughly two hours had, in fact, passed.
“Oh. Well-” Raph picked up your notebook, reading through the most recent page. “Okay, so not much. That’s fine. It’s only day one.”
“Only day one! We waited until October to decide, and now we’re going to suffer for it! One of the most important parts of a good Halloween is a good costume - or at least an above mediocre one!” You threw your arms up in frustration (and maybe just a bit for the sake of drama), just narrowly missing Raph’s face.
Speaking of which, you couldn’t help noticing something strange in his expression. Like he was holding back a smile, and…
“Are you laughing?”
“No.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he immediately burst into a fit of laughter.
“You think this is a laughing matter?” You couldn’t help smiling, despite your words.
“I’m sorry! I just- Wait, wait, no!” He grabbed the pillow you were reaching for before you could, and you both dissolved into giggling messes.
Your head was resting on Raph’s shoulder now, and for a moment, you just took a moment to smile.
There were a few minutes of silence, both of you lying back on the bed, before Raph chuckled. “Imagine if we just… ditched the disguise.”
“What do you mean?” You turned to look at him.
“Like, we just go up top wearing a generic couple’s costume, and when anyone asks we just go ‘oh yeah, we’re Jack and Rose from the Titanic, but if Jack was secretly a turtle monster’.”
It was a joke. It was just meant to be a joke. But… “Raph?”
“Yeah?”
“I think you’re a genius.”
•°. *࿐
Over the next month, you spent your time gathering the supplies for your costume. It wasn’t that difficult, really, the Titanic outfits weren’t that hard to recreate.
When the day rolled around, everyone met down in the lair to get into costume. April was in a circus ringmaster’s uniform, with Mayhem meant to be her circus animal. Donnie, to no one’s surprise, had dressed up as Frankenstein for the third year in a row, and had convinced Mikey to go as the monster.
“Leo, where’s your costume?” You raised an eyebrow, and he responded with a grin.
“What do you mean, where’s my costume? It’s right here. I’m a mutant turtle who lives in the sewers.”
“That’s cheating.”
“Says who?”
At this point, you decided to ignore him. You instead turned your attention to your boyfriend, who was sitting next to you on the couch. Raph’s previous joke had, in fact, become reality - here he was, Jack from the Titanic, but as a turtle creature.
“So, if Jack is a turtle now, does that mean he survives after all?” April asked.
“I don’t think snapping turtles live in the ocean,” was Donnie’s response.
“Shh - let it be happy. We need more happy endings in this world.”
“Glad you could find a happy ending in our cover up for a Halloween costume, April.”
“Hey, every costume deserves a little world building. Like magical circus animals…” April gestured towards Mayhem. Or rather, the spot where Mayhem had been moments ago. “Oh, for the love of- MAYHEM!”
You leaned back against the couch, smoothing out your dress. You’d bought a dress initially, but wound up altering it to your liking. You put a lot more effort into it than you’d really care to admit.
“Alright fellas, what’s our route? Got any intel on where the best candy’s at?” Leo took charge of the planning, or at least tried to before Donnie pulled out a rather extensive map of the best trick or treating spots in New York City.
“Well, I’d say these turned out pretty well. The costumes, that is.” Raph smiled at you.
“So would I!” You returned the grin, and put an arm around his shoulders. Well, you tried to. He was a bit too much bigger than you for it to work very well. “April’s right though. A costume like this needs a story behind it. How did Jack become a turtle creature, I wonder?”
“Maybe he’s a ninja, too. One that lives in the sewers.”
“Hey, guys!” You looked back at the others. Donnie was still holding that ridiculously large map - you had to bite your tongue to keep from laughing.
“I’ve got Mayhem, let’s go!” April called from the sewer entrance.
Everyone got up from their spots around the room; Donnie rolled up his map and Mikey rushed the last few finishing touches on his makeup. You grabbed Raph’s hand as you stood up.
“Let’s go get some free candy, people!”
#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader#gender neutral reader#reader insert#raph x reader#tmnt raph x reader#rottmnt raph x reader
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[ s**cide warning ] - a big problem i have with sonic prime s3 ( amongst several other ones i have ).
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i've talked about this at length ( more or less ) with a friend of mine and this bothered both of us, so i wanted to see if anyone else had this issue.
according to one scene in s3, Sonic is canonically suicidal. not self-sacrificial ( which can mean the same thing, but often doesn't ), but suicidal.
for comparisons sake, let's talk about Leonardo from ROTTMNT, who was the example of self-sacrificial.
Leonardo and Sonic are in a similar boat. they made a mistake ( though, i firmly believe Sonic's was less of a mistake and more of an unfortunate circumstance ), and they try to fix it throughout the story.
while i'm not going to debate Sonic's characterization here ( cuz i think it's utter dogshit and is for an entirely different post ), i will talk about the mindsets that make these two different.
Leonardo didn't want to die here. he was fine with doing so, but only because he believed that would keep his family safe. if he did want to die, we wouldn't see Leo put so much thought into his actions.
we see that he isn't looking for the opportunity to die. throughout the entire movie, he's self-destructive because he knows that, at least to some extent, the plan going wrong was his fault. he knows ( or believes, depending on how you view the movie ) that Raph sacrificing himself only happened because Leo didn't listen.
so, Leonardo isn't suicidal, but self-sacrificial. because he just wants his family back.
now, let's move back to Sonic.
( this is not the scene where he's suicidal, obviously )
when Sonic goes to confront Nine on his own, Nine says at some point:
"you want to save everyone. friends, foes, total strangers. you say it's because you're a hero and that's what heroes do, but deep down... after what you did, destroying your own home, it's the only way you can ever live with yourself. even if that means you won't live at all."
this is Sonic's self-destructive behavior.
rather than focusing on one goal, Sonic focuses on all of them ( to varying degrees, cuz the writer's don't know what they're doing ) at expense of his own. yes, he wants Green Hill to come back, but it's more of for his friends ( Shadow included ) than for himself.
at first, he misses Green Hill. he really wants to go home. but by s3, it's more or less him just wanting Green Hill to exist again. it's like he no longer cares if he's in the picture.
and considering how Sonic was the key to everything ( due to his Prism energy ), he'd have to become a sacrifice at some point, but this confrontation is different.
for one thing, Sonic is alone.
he tries to push his friends away before talking to Nine.
he doesn't deny that he can't live with himself if he doesn't try to save everyone.
the only reason Sonic stopped was because his friends intervened.
of course, Sonic might not show all the symptoms of a suicidal person ( unless ofc, you're looking into this as deep as i am ), but that's not because he's no longer suicidal. that's not how it works. it's because right after the intervention, it's never brought up again. it's just bad writing and it's disrespectful.
but as i see Sonic as someone who's suicidal, according to the suicide prevention resource center, the symptoms are:
feeling unbearable pain
Nine's comment on how it's the "only way he can live with himself" can be seen as Sonic feeling unbearable pain from his own guilt. this can also be related to Sonic in s2 when he's in Ghost Hill for the first time.
Sonic has been going left and right trying to help everyone else in their respective Gateways that his progress on returning home slowed. especially since he didn't know Green Hill didn't have its own Gateway, but instead was destroyed.
death, or a recent fascination with death.
his sacrifice could be seen as such. especially since this was after what Nine said.
feeling hopeless, worthless, or trapped.
throughout s3, Sonic repeatedly has doubt or hopeless about himself or the situations around him. of course, the moments are fleeting, but the amount of times he does this could lead to something a suidical person would say or do.
feeling guilt, shame, or anger.
aside from his guilt, Sonic has expressed shame ( it doesn't help Shadow kept beating it into him that it was his fault every 2 seconds ) in s2-s3, and anger was prominent within s3. it was towards Nine, mostly, but it felt almost unnatural or uncharacteristic anger.
feeling like a burden to others.
Sonic had tried to isolate himself from everyone else more than once, emotionally or physically, and only stopped once his friends made it clear they weren't leaving.
changes in behavior or mood that are relevant to Sonic specifically:
recent attempt ( again, sacrifice )
withdrawing from family, friends, or community ( his repeated attempts to do things alone // isolating himself due to his guilt )
losing interest in personal appearance or hygiene ( more or less out of Sonic's control, but we've only seen him take even a little bit care of himself when he was on Dread's ship )
a recent episode of depression, emotional distress, and // or anxiety ( repeated emotional distress, having to be pulled out of the cave, shaking or fidgeting hands, etc. )
changes in eating // sleeping patterns ( again, not totally within his control, but it would affect one's mental state regardless )
becoming violent or being a victim of violence ( ...*COUGHS* sha- *COUGHS* ni- *COUGHS* )
expressing rage ( Sonic's borderline threats about Nine )
recklessness ( ... )
again, because this is never brought up after, i wouldn't be surprised if people didn't think too much into this scene beyond "oh, Nine's evil and mean".
purely from a writer's perspective, i don't think Sonic Prime is a good show. it's what i consider a "junk food show". something to laugh at for its quality. but i don't consider it a good show.
so, i'm not surprised that Sonic's suicidal behavior or the talk about Sonic's mindset isn't brought up again, but it is still disappointing and offensive to those who struggled or continue to struggle with suicidal ideation or acts.
this is probably the only official Sonic media that has a suicidal Sonic, and they don't even treat it with respect. because of course they don't. what does it matter? Sonic's a dumb little guy anyway!
anyway, this is just my long way of saying that i see Sonic as a suicidal hero, not a self-sacrificial one ( or not only a self-sacrificial one ), and why Sonic Prime pisses me off for this reason.
it's fine to have a suicidal hero character. it brings a lot of things up for discussion.
but it's not okay to use it as a way to make your audience sad for a few minutes, then pull the rug from beneath them.
#sonic prime#sonic prime season 3#sonic prime s3#sonic prime spoilers#prime sonic#prime shadow#tails nine#sonic prime analysis#i guess
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The Perfect Night
Rottmnt x gn reader
Your junior prom night was a disaster. The people that had been bullying you for the year finally crossed a line and made you look like a fool in front of the whole student body. Thankfully you have your best friends to help you out
April and you were excited. Prom was around the corner and you two had high expectations for the night. April being a senior was more excited since it was her last school dance before college. The two of you agreed to get ready at April’s house to show off to your mutant friends.
“So what do you think?” You showed the outfit to your best friends. It was a suit that had a dress like feel to it. The group cheered (especially Leo) as you spun in a circle.
“You are gonna turn heads! You are drop dead gorgeous! Just look at how handsome you are!” Donnie chuckled nodding.
“I don’t usually agree with Nardo, but yes. You look great.” April helped pull your hair into a neat ponytail and do your makeup. Eventually the two of you left for prom. The place was decorated incredibly. The music was loud and the people talking was louder. You and April drank, ate and danced together, having the most fun you could ever have.
“Macy Jackson, Micheal Williams, Dan Faren,Y/n L/n and Ace Harlow. Come up to the stage as our Homecoming nominees!” A member of the student council announces. You looked at April confused since you didn’t even want to be a part of homecoming court. You stood up on stage with your fellow classmates and waited for someone to say this was a mistake.
“Now we have our rulers! They are.. Y/n L/n and Ace Harlow!” Crowns were put on your heads and the feeling of anxiety filled your heart as you looked amongst the crowd. April gave you a grin and a thumbs up but her face soon went pale. Laughter soon covered the crown and all you could see was April trying to yell to you.
“BEHIND YOU!” You turned around and every nasty comment. Every photo of you beaten and bruised. Each ugly nickname.. it was on a background behind the curtains. Tears started to leave your eyes as you realized who put your name in the list.
“Having fun, L/n?” The voice of your bully echoed in your ears. Having no other choice, you ran as fast as you could, jumping off the stage.
“A toast to our fallen Royal!” You couldn’t really pay any attention to the eyes of people around you. You ran outside and kept running. By the time you stopped you found yourself near the pizza place where you first met the boys. It was closed so you couldn’t enter and cheer yourself up with your favorite pizza. You cried and called Raph.
“Hey, Y/n! We’re actually working on a mini party for when you and April get back. Just head down to the-“
“Raphie?” Your voice was hoarse and strained and it’s each word. Raph could easily hear your distress.
“What’s wrong? You never call me that unless something is really.”
“They..They..” You cried once again as you thought of what happened.
“Y/n…where are you?” He asked, sounding more worried than what he wanted to. You couldn’t think right but managed.
“Pizza place..my favorite..” You mumbled as you sat in front of the closed door.
“Ok. I’ll get Leo to come get you. Hold on.” Raph hung up and you sat there. Anxiety filling your heart and tears ruining your face. You look up as the sound of Leo’s portal reached your ears.
“Oh god.. Y/n..” He had a blanket in his hands and wrapped it around you. You followed him into the portal and you were in the lair with a blink of an eye. You were in the projection room with Leo and Raph.
“Y/n, what happened?” Raph asked in the most gentle voice ever. You did your best to explain but you had started crying again. They let you lay on the couch and Leo used some wipes to get rid of your makeup.
“Thank you..” You mumbled.
“Of course. We’ll get April, and she can tell us what happened. Just rest for us, ok?” You nod and close your eyes.
When you wake up, it was around 10 pm. You look around and see that no one was there. You get up and leave to go find them. Upon entering the main room with the half pipe, it was decorated top to bottom. Food was on a table and a spot was cleared for a dance floor.
“Do you like it?” April asked. She came up on you with the others. The boys had suits on and looked very excited.
“They put this together for you and me. A way to let them have a prom too.” You pull April into a hug feeling much better.
“Thanks you guys!” They came in for a group hug but Donnie awkwardly stood off to the side.
“Donnie?” You questioned. He made a face that cringed and joined the hug.
“Only for today.” He muttered. When you all let go, you walk over to one of the speakers and you started to play some music.
“Well?! Are we gonna stand here? Or are we gonna party!?” You pulled April by her wrists and the boys followed. All of you dancers without a care in the world. The night may have started rough but it turned out to be the perfect night.
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The Aftermath (And Normal Blueprint-maker Math)
ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader
A loose part three to The Junkyard at the End of the World and Midnight Comics.
Part four is here, and part five is here.
This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion.
A lot of stuff happens in this chapter, although I imagine you can probably read it out of order? There is a loose plot to this 'series', but it's mostly just apocalypse shenanigans, light angst, and found family stuff. Reader is forced to play DnD, and Raph gets a cat.
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I swallowed as I read April’s mission report from last night. She had led a party of four and come back with just two, herself included.
There were two casualties, that being Dale and Jamie. April had gone to high school with them just months ago.
Which wasn’t a lot, technically, but it certainly felt like it…I’d seen them off, too, and now they were gone.
“Hey (Y/N).” Said April from somewhere behind me. I looked up from my phone and nodded at her, and she pulled up a chair next to mine.
“Sup.” I smiled lamely. “Do you uh…want some…uh…well, I was gonna make grilled cheese, but I got distracted before leaving the kitchen, so I apparently only made toast?” I frowned, staring at my plate. “So uh…help yourself to some toast?”
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
“That’s fair. I really don’t want any either.” I said, wrinkling my nose.
“(Y/N), I…look, I just wanted to thank you for helping out last night.” April said, giving me a forced smile. “You…you did good.”
I forced a smile in return, feelings about last night still painfully raw. “Yeah…yeah. Um. Of course. I’m…sorry about how your mission went.” I finally managed to say.
April sighed, slouching a bit more. “I just wish I had been….like, I don't know, better. Um. Y’know. Obviously!”
I patted her shoulder. “Hey. April, it’s…well, it’s basically a war, innit? And we’re way way way outnumbered. So honestly…I’m just surprised we’ve lasted this long without any casualties.” I paused to breathe. “Um. That came out way more pessimistic than I meant it to, but the point is, you survived, and Cass survived, and the mission was a success. Our team members weren’t lost in vain.” I finished.
April shook her head and made an expression that almost looked like a smile.
“Oh, are we gathering for lunch dudes?” Said a weirdly…surfer sounding voice?
I looked up to see a turtle-shaped drone hovering a few feet above us.
“Actually I was just about to go check on Cass. See you guys in a bit, ‘kay?” Said April, hopping out of her chair.
“Ohmigod, are you SHELLDON?” I grinned, remembering Donnie’s mention of a robot.
“Oh-ho-ho, I see Don’s already told you about me?” Said the drone, seeming to smile.
“Yeah!” I nodded. “Well, he’s mentioned you.” I added as an afterthought.
“He’s mentioned you too!” Grinned the drone. “You’re the dragon who can build stuff!”
I blushed. “Well, I mean, kinda. I’m no engineer though, just a kid who can draw.”
“Donnie can probably teach you if you want.” Said SHELLDON matter of factly.
“Nah, I’m sure he’s busy. I wouldn’t want to get in his way unless he’s finally ready to fangirl over Atomic Lass.” I shrugged.
“SHELLDON!” Snapped Donnie as he dove out of the hallway. “What did I say about staying in the lab?!” He hissed.
“Oh, speak of the devil.” I commented.
“Why should I? I met your lab partner!”
“Because I said so-No.” Donnie corrected himself, shaking his head. “Listen, SHELLDON. When you ignore my very clear instructions, I feel angry.”
SHELLDON ducked behind me. “I wanted to meet the dragon, Donnie! And it’s boring there!”
Donnie took a deep breath, clearly trying to stifle his frustration. “Nonetheless, your wiring is still pretty raw. Forgive me, but I’d prefer not to rebuild you for a third time. And you don’t need to meet (Y/N). You probably would have today anyways.”
“Oh what? We would?” I asked.
“Yeah, you’re coming to work, right?” Donnie frowned.
I honestly hadn’t planned on it, assuming that Donnie was busy with the safe.
“Uh…I mean, I can? Can I? Because I’d like to, I just wouldn’t want to be a disturbance.” I stuttered.
Donnie shrugged. “If I didn’t want you there, I’d have stolen your keys to the engineering building.”
“Oh. Cool.” I said, unsure if he was joking or not. “Um. Also…Sorry about last night. For being all…short with you and all.”
He shook his head. “It’s…fine. Obnoxious, yes, but…admittedly understandable. Last night was….”
“Well, it was…last night.” I finished, smiling weakly, because what else could be said? Harrowing? Painful? Scary? I couldn’t say any of those without sounding like a complete wuss.
He nodded, giving a weak smile.
“Oh, speaking of which, I believe I owe you this.” He said, tossing me a bottle of iced tea.
“Oh, thanks ‘Tello!” I grinned. “You really didn’t have to-”
“Well, I wanted to. I’d prefer not to be the only one in the lab suffering from caffeine addiction.” He shrugged.
“Oh, so there’s an ulterior motive. Well played.” I said, as slyly as I could muster.
“Nah, he just wanted to give you tea.” Said SHELLDON.
“SHELLDON…” Donnie seethed, grabbing the drone. “Go back to the lab.”
“Make me.” Sassed the drone, and I was pretty sure Donnie was about to punch something if the expression on his face was any indicator.
“Hey SHELLDON, I’ll tell you what:” I began, standing up. “If you head back to the lab, Donnie and I will go with you. And once we’re done working for the day, we can all watch something or have a crazy drone race or something in the engineering building….Do we have a deal?” I smiled, holding out my clawed hand cheerily.
To my surprise and relief, SHELLDON smiled and knocked into my hand with his propeller. “Sounds like a deal, bro!”
“Rad.” I smiled, looking over to Donnie. He was staring at me with his eyes wide, and when SHELLDON turned towards the hall, he leaned towards me.
“How the heck did you do that?!” He whisper-shouted, seemingly in shock.
I shrugged. “Growing up I was always told ‘something-something-cooperation-something’, which I think just means to negotiate and or manipulate your way towards making people like you?”
Donnie shook his head. “Oh, wow. I…I am going to retain that information.”
I grinned impishly, nudging him. “Yeah, it worked on you too, actually.”
“No it didn’t. I already respected and liked you, I just also thought you were annoying.” He said, frowning as though he was surprised that I didn’t know that.
I smiled, a warm feeling rising in my chest. “Oh, that’s…that’s sweet, ‘Tello.”
“It’s just the truth?” He said, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head, still smiling. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”
“Me too?” He said, still looking slightly confused.
***
“Alright, order in the court, Mad Dogs! Meeting time, commence!” Said Leon, clapping loudly.
I sighed, shuffling into the office and plopping down on the chair between Raph and Donnie.
Donnie waved. “Hey (Y/N). Meet me in the lab later- I made some new LEDs, they’re sound activated. They’ll work for your project, unless you find you require something else.”
“That sounds great, Dee-”
Leo clapped again, glaring at us. “Order in the court, Donnie and (Y/N). That means zip it while your handsome-gorgeous-and-clever leader talks, yeah?”
I gave him a salute. “Okay, okay, ‘Captain’.”
“Ooh. I like that. Captain Leo- no, wait, Commander Leo!” He grinned, and April flicked him.
He coughed. “Right, okay. So you’re probably wondering why I’m calling this meeting at three in the morning, right?”
He was met by a unanimous chorus of groans.
“Okay, okay, jeez. Tough crowd, huh! Well perhaps you’ll understand why I called this meeting when I call up our good old friend- Hueso, you have the floor, sir.” Leo said smugly, and out from the shadows stepped…the owner of Run of the Mill Pizza? I hadn’t even noticed he was there. Huh.
“Thank you, Leonardo.” Began Hueso, his voice grave. “I am here because our base at Run of the Mill has been taken by these aliens.”
Leo nodded. “So obviously, I invited him and the other survivors to join us. But unfortunately…we’ve run into a problem. There just isn’t enough space to house everyone- the dorms are all full. If we plan on saving more people and keeping humanity and Yokai alive….well, space is gonna be an issue.” He concluded.
I frowned, leaning back in my chair.
“Well…the whole campus is protected, so we should be able to build pretty much anything so long as it’s within the boundaries. That said…” I sighed, picking at my scales. “We don’t really have any means of making some big new structure, far as I know.”
Donnie nodded, tapping on the table. “Obviously my usual brilliance would usually pull us through right about now, but our main means of construction is just whatever they sell at hardware stores. And a big dorm made of Home Depot sheds just isn’t structurally sound.”
Home Depot sheds…I used to beg mom to let get one to turn into a tiny home. Ha.
Oh!
I jumped up, slamming my hands onto the table. “Guys! Home Depot sheds!” I grinned, flipping my sketchbook open to a design I had made back in the Before Times. “Have you guys ever heard of Tiny Homes?” I said, holding up the illustration of a compact house design. “We can make small structures, so more people can have private space!”
Mikey snatched the sketchbook, staring at the design. “Ooh, I love this! Look at the colors!”
Donnie frowned. “It’s a graphite sketch, Micheal. There are no colors. That is an inacurate statement, and give me that-”
Angelo shook his head, holding the sketchbook over his head. “Just because you can’t see the amazing potential color stories for this doesn’t mean that I can’t.”
Leo nodded thoughtfully, looking over towards Donnie. “Is this…uh 'mathematically feasible’ or whatever you nerds call it?”
Donnie nodded, finally having got his hands on the design. “There’s a few obvious pros and cons, but I think it seems…doable! Plus that way we could cut some of the kitchen space and commons, since each of these would theoretically have individual kitchens and small living areas, correct, (Y/N)?”
I nodded, grinning.
“So…yes, it is actually mathematically feasible. Boom.” He concluded, giving me a fist-bump with his metal hand which I accepted with vigor.
“So Hueso, whaddaya say? Tiny living?” I said, holding out my hand.
He glanced at the designs. “It does look more…dignified than your dormitories.” He said, and shook my hand.
“Aaaand (Y/N) saves the day! Yuuuss! I’m the champion of everything forever, you’re welcome universe.” I beamed, pumping my fist.
April flicked my shoulder. “You’re startin’ to sound like Leon!”
I flicked her back. “Your catchphrase is your own name, April O’Neil. We’re both a bit Leo-adjacent.”
“Touche.” She surrendered with a slight smile.
Leo scoffed.
***
I sighed as I rifled through the mostly empty shelves of what had once been Home Depot. April and Raph stood a few feet away, messing with the stacks of plexiglass, and Donnie hovered above us to grab things from the highest shelves.
We were on another supply run.
Now one might wonder why we would do this. After all, it had only been a week and a half since the supply run that led to two deaths and the injury of Cassandra Jones….And the answer was that, well, we needed supplies.
Donnie and I had taken on the massive project of building all the new tiny homes, and our current line of thought was that the sheds from hardware stores around NYC could work as easy to build bases. This would not only cut down our workload by knocking off the blueprint and design phases, but it was also accessible to anyone who knew how to hold a power drill.
Which meant we could force everyone to help us, naturally.
Anyways, it would be okay this time, I reassured myself, because we were armed with new weapons.
I squeezed the handle of my new chemical crossbow nervously at the thought, though.
(I was honestly very proud of the crossbow. I had DIYed it, using my old pencil-made crossbows from childhood as a jumping off point.)
(Obviously Donnie had fixed up the design, which he did obnoxiously rub in my face, but it was probably all in good fun.)
(Theoretically.)
“Hey Donnie, maybe you should scan for Krang zombies again?” Said Raph, sounding as on edge as I felt.
“No, I did that already. There’s about a 98.5% chance that we’re completely safe, and that is accounting for any possible genetic mutations or evolutions of the alien matter.” He answered absentmindedly, flicking through the DIY shed kits. “Plus, I’ve got my eyes on my totally existent hack-into-every-camera-in New York-app.” He added sarcastically.
I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.
“And that’s not sarcasm. I actually do have it pulled up.”
I closed my mouth. I apparently stand corrected.
“M’kay…” Said Raph, still sounding unsure. Which was fair. I trusted Donnie’s tech, but being out here was….well, scary. Every time I heard a creak or unrecognized sound, an image of Cass flew into my head, bedridden and covered in stitches.
Or even worse, a vision of humans with Krang infections as they slowly melted and mutated into shambling piles of flesh and ooze and organic matter and oh I was gagging-
Why couldn’t we just have a normal apocalypse with normal zombies, darn it! This was all too…Lovecraftian for my taste!
“Uh (Y/N), you good?” Said April.
“Hm? Oh. Yeah, yup.”
“Uh…’cause you’re making like weird noises-”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just….” I frowned, and decided to steer away from heavy conversation. “It’s just…don’t tendons freak you out? Look!” I said, pointing at my wrist manically. “It’s like…you can feel it, and it can tear. I don’t like having it attached to me, so every time I remember that it’s there, I feel like throwing up.”
April frowned. “Uh…no.”
“Yes! Finally someone understands!” Donnie exclaimed with a shockingly theatrical tone to his voice. He landed on the ground next to us. “They’re just…..ew.” He said with a shudder.
I nodded, holding out my fist. “Nice. Another member of the hating-unusual-sensory-things-club.”
He knocked his fist into mine, nodding hard. “Obviously.”
Raph snorted, and April shook her head.
“Whatever happened to you guys like…hatin’ each other or something?” She chuckled.
“We never hated each other, what are you talking about?” Donnie said nonchalantly.
“Uh…yeah you did? Were you even there at those meetings?!” April scoffed.
“Hm. No, not ringing any bells. Must’ve been….a different brilliant genius and creative person.” Donnie shrugged.
I snorted, before faking seriousness. “Ooh yeah, April, you good? Did you hit your head or something? ‘Cause that doesn’t sound like us at all-”
“Uh…Donnie, your wrist thing isn’t meant to be glowing red, right?!” Raph exclaimed, cutting me off.
Donnie froze and slowly looked at the flashing red.
“No…not unless the cameras are down…” He swallowed. “Which would be bad…considering that would mean we have no way of knowing what is going on outside…if I didn’t plan for this and send SHELLDON on patrol!” He grinned. “Cue the maniacal laughter, if you will, Raphael?”
“Uh…Donnie?” Said SHELLDON over the comm link. “Bad news, bro…I’ve spotted Krang zombies movin’ towards you. They’re kinda far right now, but-” His voice cut off.
“SHELLDON? SHELLDON, come in! SHELLDON!” Donnie panicked, yelling into the comm link.
April Raph and I made uneasy eye contact, and I squeezed my crossbow a bit tighter.
“Well…That can’t be good…” I whispered.
Donnie scowled and put his goggles on. “Okay, it’s gonna be fine, I’m using the thermal setting to scan for organic life…”
“Smart.” I nodded, looking around fearfully.
“Okay.” Raph said weakly. “Cool. Cool, this is great. Just…scannin’ for life….fine! BUT WHAT DO WE DO IF THERE IS LIFE?”
“Uh…we barricade the entrances? Er…or we could all fly with Donnie’s jet-pack thing…” I offered.
Donnie shook his head. “There isn’t enough battery for all four of us! You’re magic, do you know any spells?”
“No! I’m not a good magic person.” I sighed, scratching my arms nervously.
Magic was about commanding feelings to your will…and I was absolute rubbish at that. Controlling the chemical reactions that caused emotion was not something that came naturally to me, and I typically logic-ed my way out of despair and insecurity rather than using self-confidence or hope or anything…So magic was, long story short, hard. I had the capability to do it, but…it always went horribly wrong.
“Barricading the entrances it is.” April said, grabbing a hammer from the rack and a few boards.
“No, no, no no no. Use screws you cretin.” Donnie ordered, knocking the hammer down.
She rolled her eyes, but complied.
I frowned, grabbing a drill hesitantly.
“So here’s a plan, I guess…” I began, heading towards a door. “We’ll hide out in one of the back rooms, so that we can barricade less and work less. And then we’ll come out once the zombies move on. That way we’ll avoid provoking them, right?” I suggested.
“Good plan.” Said April, following me in.
Donnie grabbed a few other drills and a pack of screws, while Raph grabbed the planks of wood.
“Cool.”
***
I sat on the spinny chair in the center of the office, going through the stuff in the drawers.
“Anyone need a six-month-old granola bar? It doesn’t expire till next year,” I said, glancing at the unimpressive lineup of things I’d found.
Raph grunted and held out his hand. “I’ll take it.”
I nodded and tossed it to him, spinning around in the chair and playing with some water I’d summoned.
April and Donnie were pawing through some drawers on the far end of the room, their occasional commentary keeping things vaguely interesting.
“Ooh, whoever worked here had an impressive collection of parking tickets.” Donnie whistled, holding up a handful of paper.
“Hm, maybe it was you, Don-Tron.” April teased, and he shoved her.
“Scoff. I’m an excellent driver, sister of mine.”
“Hm, I don’t know, the NYPD would probably beg to differ-” Said Raph, smiling a little.
“Ignore my family of little faith.” He said, slinking towards me with his head held high. “They are jelly that I am yet to receive a single parking ticket.”
“Boo! That’s because you burn them and then hack into the records. …We’re onto you.” Said Raph.
Donnie blushed. “No…I do….n’t?”
I snorted, shaking my head. “Sure, sure. Very believable, Donald.”
“Ooh! Ooh, lookit!” April exclaimed, pulling a box out of the drawer. “They have Dungeons and Dragons!”
“Oh, cool.” I smiled, rolling over on my chair. “We should definitely keep that and play it sometime.”
“Sometime? (Y/N), we are trapped in a tiny room while avoiding horrifying remains of our fellow humans- erm, well, our fellow people. The perfect time for DnD is now.” She declared. “I’ll even DM, I have a few stories we could use.”
Raph Donnie and I shrugged.
“Okay?” Said Raph, opening the box. “I guess I’m down.”
Donnie frowned, raising his hand. “Question: Can we do a sci-fi campaign? And -follow up- can it be set in the Jupiter Jim universe?”
“Ooh, yes April, please?!” I begged. “I wanna hang out with Atomic Lass!”
Raph nodded. “And I want my character to help Jupiter Jim himself!”
“Yeah!” The three of us chorused, high-fiving each other and grinning.
April sighed, shaking her head. “You guys are crazy, you know that, right? You’re lucky that I…also wanna do a Jupiter Jim campaign! Woo!” She grinned, pumping her fist. “Alright, roll up your characters!”
I beamed, grabbing my sketchbook to take notes.
M’kay. I shall play a…hm. A…sorcerer? Hm. No, it’s sci-fi. Uh…maybe a ranger? From like…a made-up planet…Oh no. I smirked. I should be a bard.
Donnie sat on the ground, chewing on a pen. “I’ll play a…rogue…scientist.”
“Shocker.” Coughed April.
“Hm? No, it’s actually kind of predictable. I always play a rogue.” Donnie said, missing the sarcasm. “You should get more observant.”
April shook her head, but smiled. “Right, I’ll work on that.
Raph nodded. “I’ll be a fighter-”
“-Shocker-” April coughed again, smiling.
“...Oh. I see. You were using verbal irony.” Donnie realized, frowning. “I retract my previous statement.”
“And I’ll be a bard.” I said, smiling.
“Oh no.” Raph muttered.
“Also -as a part of my backstory, of course- can I be friends with Atomic Lass?” I smiled innocently.
“Why…?” April said suspiciously.
“Uh- non-specific excuse.” I said, crossing my arms.
“Eh, I’ll allow it.” She shrugged.
“What?! But April- you never let me do that!” Donnie protested.
April shrugged again. “I’m in a good mood?”
“Scoff. Then -as part of my backstory- can my character date Atomic Lass?” He said, smirking.
“No!” I exclaimed. “Ahem, I mean- that’d be pretty weird, Atomic Lass isn’t the type to date a rogue, she’s too lawful-ish.” I said with a cough.
“...Touche.” Donnie said, narrowing his eyes. “Well just you wait, I’ll- ahem I mean my chracter Othello Von Ryan, the brilliant rogue scientist- shall win her over. You’’ll see.”
“Hm, unless my character -uh…what’s a good sci-fi name- unless my character, Yue Lunarshard, best storyteller and singer in five worlds, beats you -I mean Othello Von Ryan- to her affections.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Hm, I ‘unno, did I stutter, Othello?”
Raph coughed. “Guys, we’ve been playing for five minutes now.”
“Oh. Yes, of course, sorry. Proceed.” I smiled lamely, hopping off my chair and onto the ground next to them.
“Alright. So as I was saying, your characters were recently saved from the prison cells of Jupiter’s moon Callisto by Atomic Lad and his crew.”
“Boo.” Donnie groaned.
“Ew, Atomic Lad.” I scoffed. “Best Girl deserves so much better.”
“Definitely.” He nodded in agreement.
“Uh…April, can I roll to ‘accidentally’ shove Atomic Lad out of the airlock?” I asked, raising my hand.
“No, you cannot.” Said April.
“Darn.” Said Donnie. “Can I roll to ‘accidentally’ hit him with my tech bo? Er- Othello’s tech bo?”
“Not this time, Donnie.” Said April.
“What. A. Shame.” He said through his teeth.
“So. Your party is on the ship, and-”
Squelch.
There was a weird and almost wet sound from outside the barricade.
I swallowed and April closed her mouth slowly.
Raph winced as the sounds of grossly squishy footsteps sounded from outside, and Donnie flicked his goggles back on.
“Shit.” He whispered.
“Language, Donatello?” Raph hissed, nudging him. Donnie sighed.
“Shh.” He pointed at my sketchbook, and I shrugged and handed it to him.
He jotted down something on the page, holding it up.
According to the thermal optics, they’re out there and we need to zip it if we want to not get forcefully turned into ghosts today.
I nodded, saluting, while April gave a thumbs up.
The sounds outside grew louder, as though the gross messes of organic matter that had once been human were moving towards us. I swallowed and stood up, my limbs trembling with the effort of trying not to make any noise. I slunk across the room to grab our weapons, just in case.
Creeaaak.
I froze at the noise.
It was coming from inside the room.
I stepped back, not taking my eyes off the dark corner, and I saw the rest of the group flank me in my peripherals. I glanced over to Donnie, who raised his staff and gave me a nervous shrug.
Do you see anything there? I mouthed, hoping he caught the meaning.
He glanced back at the corner, then back at me again, and nodded.
I swallowed, aiming my crossbow, when-
“Mrrow.” Said the thing in the corner, stepping into the light.
Its ears were triangular, its body a weird off-white color, and its nose ears, paws, and tail were all grey. Its body was long and wiry, and covered in mangy fur.
My shoulders sank in relief. A cat. A Siamese cat.
The cat had its teeth bared and its claws unsheathed, but as it looked around the room it began to relax.
Raph hesitantly held out his hand to the cat, kneeling down so he was closer to its level.
And to my surprise, the cat bumped its nose against his hand and started to purr.
I guess it was probably a domestic cat before all…this, I concluded, and I petted the cat. It was dusty, and yet, it clearly took care of itself as evidenced by how soft its fur still felt.
“Hey Dee! The zombies have moved past ya, bro!” Blared SHELLDON over Donnie’s tech-y bracelet, and we all took a collective sigh of relief.
“Oh thank god.” April sighed, and I got to work un-drilling the screws in the barricade.
“Raph, what are you doing?” Sighed Donnie, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Raph trying to put the cat into April’s backpack.
“Givin’ uh…Cat here a nice safe spot to rest while we take her home.” Raph answered.
“Ooh, we need to work on your ability to name things, brother.” Donnie snorted.
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#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#donatello hamato#rottmnt donnie#rise of the tmnt#rise of the tmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#leonardo hamato#donatello#donatello x reader#donnie x reader#rise donnie#rise donnie x reader#rottmnt#the junkyard at the end of the world
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Okay okay sooo this is going to be a rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (or rottmnt 2018) kind of tickle rant post /pos because I got lots to say and no where/one to say it too! You can ignore this if you want to but I promise my next post we will be back to our regularly scheduled program of the glorious Dreamsmp!
Sorta spoilers ahead I guess! I just detailed some scenes and gave the episode it's from!
Also they are brothers everything is platonic thank you and enjoy!
My boysssss!! Ahh!
Where do I even start!!
Okay okay! I am going to start off with my boy!!!
Leoo!!:
-Mr Primetime!
-I love him wayyyy to much!
-When I started watching the show a few days ago and I saw him I said "oh no, here we go again another blue character with a great sense of humor, charm and a playful attitude, my one weakness!" And I was RIGHT! He is fantastic! /pos /hj /lh
-IM SO MAD WE GET NO LER!LEO we got Lee!Leo in the show cannon, so I'm not complaining but STILLL the lee in me wants something! A few crumbs is all /hj /pos /nsrs
-He's such a bratty switch I swear! I can never tell what side he's leaning more towards by the end of it, he's just smack dab in the middle and I love it!
-HE IS SUCH A TEASE I- ASDFJKNXNLXML
-I headcannon that he loves making people laugh and hearing them laugh because of one of his one liners or something he did just makes him all warm and happy inside, although he would never admit that, so tickling is a perfect win in his books especially when it comes to his brothers/the people he cares about the most
-Leo is absolutely 1000% the type to not only tickle someone just for the fun of it but he is also GREAT at cheer up tickles!
-He is everyone's personal hype man! So his cheer up tickles, most of the time, he can adapt lol, are a one way train ticket to compliment ville! Woop woop! All aboard people! Captain Leo coming through! /lh /pos
-He's a squirmy lee as we've seen in the 'Mystic Library' Season 1 episode 20, his giggles are all over the place and just so amazing! He quite literally loses all control of his body so tickle him with caution! And he will always get revenge so be prepared to run! And good luck!
-Whenever he does get tickled it's most of the time Donnie being the ler. Or Raph but yeah, With the siblings bond they share it's bound to be him most of the time if not all of the time! Donnie gets some much needed Revenge time and Leo gets tickled, It's a win win regardless!
-He will always provoke, never EVER will he ask for it, unless raph tells him to say it or else he won't get tickled, but other than that he refuses to admit it! Especially not to Donnie!
-Have I mentioned how teasy he is! I can't stress that enough!
-Also he 100000% uses puns/jokes in his tickling as a part of his teasing and or provoking but yeah it's simply Leo!
-He also has/can do that teasy voice where a person can soften/lower their voice and drag out syllables and just AH! (Okay okay I'll stop I just ahhh leoo!!! *clears throat* anyway! /lh /pos)
-OH one last thing! He absolutely uses his portals to tickle people, he's used it to scratch his own back the possibilities are endless, he has definitely tickled people that way!
Donnie!!:
-Bootyyyshaker9000!!
-I have A LOT! to say about Donnie so strap in people!!! Here we go!
-Imma start off with Ler!Donnie because I haven't seen many talks/thoughts on it! And I have a lott! to say!
-SO! Starting off with what we know, Donnie is the tech man of course but in the one tickle scene from 'Many Unhappy Returns' Season 2 episode 2! HE HAS A TICKLE MECHINE JUST ON DECK TOO! Sorta its a feather attached to his bo staff but he just HAS IT UMM HELLO! /pos That was so awesome! He's so a ler lean! Like ah! Amazing!
-this is the other thing on my mind BUT! In Season 1 episode 5 when splinter steals the tank and he goes "Oh Papa if you surrender now! There Shan't be any consequences!" THAT FELT SO LER CODED! like that whole scene gave me such ler vibes/energy!! You can't tell me after hearing that that the bros have hid from him before and he's tickled them out of it! Also Splinter saying "I am not taking the fall for this, purple is a monster!" Uh yeah a huge tickle monster who should never be messed with, do not underestimate bootyyyshaker9000 that's the lesson of the day!
-Mikey is his favorite to tickle, you would think it would be Leo But it's really Mikey! I could talk for hours about the bond those two share but I'll keep it down for now!
-He absolutely (other than the one we saw) Absolutely has invented more tickle tech things! Honestly an adorable thought to go with this headcannon is that he's made something like that for Mikey, like a peice of amor that only activates when Mikeys being silly or something (Like the Donnies gifts episode) and it just tickles him before he even understands what's happening
-He's a genius! You mix a smart guy and a ler in one! Boom Tickle Tech!
-He absolutely made more too after that battle seeing as how effective it was against the enemy, he keeps it in his battle shell now cause' you never know when you might need to use it!
-He will absolutely use tickles to cheat in video games too! Anything to be #1!
-Also his Nicknames for everyone!
-Donnie is just so amazing!
-Now Lee!Donnie! I've seen a lot and I agree with most of it! So here's what I'm adding! He's Lee moods are rare but the only person he feels comfortable with going too when a lee mood does set in is Mikey! Little by little He's slowly warming up to everybody but it's just perfect!
-Lee!Donnie to me, what I picture at least is just giggle city! He doesn't squirm much/at all but he's just full of giggles! If you hit the jackpot though it's loud, genuine and amazing! Go Donnie!
-PLEASE DO ME A FAVOR AND SAY YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM! Compliment him! Especially in the middle of tickling him he will GLOW!
-He absolutely has a ticklish shell
-I feel like he wouldn't want it touched/isn't comfortable with that but he gives you the go ahead I think that is the jackpot
-He's so amazing!
Raph!!:
-HE'S LIKE A BIG OL' TEDDY BEAR!
-Deserves more attention I swear!
-This man cannonically has Autophobia (The fear of being alone) and I think that just adds an extra layer to him but also lee!Raph
-With this being Cannon I feel like one of the ways the boys would snap him out of his crazy state is to tickle him and remind him that they are here and that they are never going anywhere and that he's not alone and I just think it's so cute!
-Another thing with this to me is if they are ever playing hide and seek (with or without the tickle twist) he has to hide with someone every time if he's not seeking
-Because of his oldest brother role and overall strength he doesn't get tickled as often he's normally the one doing the tickling but I really feel like he enjoys tickles, give him some, He deserves them! He's doing great!
-Random thought but I feel like the spikes he can grow on his shell are really ticklish!
-His brothers have all absolutely tickled him to calm his emotions when things start getting out of control
-OH and Donnie has absolutely tickled him until he actually came up with a plan, Donnie said it was "training" it technically was but he also used it as an excuse to tickle him
-Now Ler!Raph! Oooo boy!
-He has absolutely used his mystic forms hands to tickle people! (Like Leo and his portals!) I think he did in the 'Many Unhappy Returns' tickle scene I don't remember but still!
-He's so gentle when he tickles most people (Leo is the exception, and bad guys of course!) He doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone but he's also just a more gentle guy! We love him so much!
-His tickles are a bit all over the place too as well as his teases because he's not good with plan making and teases in general but he'll always leave you giggling and sometimes your face reder than his bandanna
-He just loves making people happy so tickling people is just a total win in his books!
-Such a sweetheart AH! Just don't make him mad! Haha!
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Last but not least!!!
Mikey!!:
-Dr Delicate Touch
-Starting off with that! "Dr Delicate Touch" as we know, there is nothing Delicate about it! Haha! But as my Segway he ABSOLUTELY has used that name before tickling others It's their equivalent of the "Tickle monster" Like to his brothers (*Cough* Donnie *Cough*) He would say something like "Uh ohhh I think someone needs a visit from Dr Delicate Touch" and then proceeds to tickle them
-A lot of people see him as a lee! And I agree! He is very Lee coded being the youngest and everything, just by the way he acts! But I see him more as a Lee-Lean rather than just a full Lee
-My reason for this is because in the "Many Unhappy Returns" episode when the tickle scene happened he was the first one to call it out the whole "We found a tickle spot!" Bit and he seemed really happy about it so I think he does enjoy being ler but because of the way he is he's more of a lee
-Mikey is so fun as a Ler! His tickles are fast and all over the place but in an organized way if that makes any sense at all
-He's the type to point out little things the lee is doing and tease like that but in different voices
-He'll play different characters or put on new voices when he's tickling someone just to keep it interesting and upbeat
-Oh and he's absolutely used a paintbrush to tickle someone, art is his thing! He's gotta have done it once!
-Very vocal teases
-Now as a Lee! Ohoho boy!
-He has been targeted by everyone so there is no set Ler for him but he would argue that it's Donnie!
-He's got the loudest laugh out of them all, Leo is a close second, but his laugh is also all over the place when he's tickled, he can go from big loud laughs to sweet honey giggles! Either way he is a walking tickle spot!
-He gets tickled for everything, Here's how the list goes, When he's doing something reckless and someone needs to stop him it's Raph on the case! He outright just provokes Leo and For Donnie it's for comfort
-He absolutely has hidden in his shell to make the tickles stop or to just get his ler mad but either way it's always a giggle fest when that happens and it takes every ounce of teasing in the Ler's arsenal to get him out of his shell
-We've all collectively agreed that his death spot is his underarms right? Fantastic yes! /pos
-He got a taste of his own medicine once with being tickled by a paint brush and he absolutely lost it he can't handle his own medicine!
-Physical teases get him the most though, stuff like stopping mid way through and then starting up again or those fake attacks where they look like they're going to tickle you and then stop just inches before they reach your tickle spots, and just slower tickles in general he can't handle that!
-He's so great!
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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! I just wanted to share my thoughts so I hope you enjoy! :]
-K :]
#k's random thought of the day#k's headcannons#rottmnt#rottmnt tickle#rottmnt tickle headcannons#rottmnt!Leo#rottmnt!Raph#rottmnt!Donnie#rottmnt!Mikey#ler!leo#ler!raph#ler!donnie#ler!mikey#lee!leo#lee!raph#lee!donnie#lee!mikey
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Ok, so Inktober starts tomorrow, and since I'm participating in two, I just want to go over how I'm posting them and possible exceptions that are probably going to occur at some point.
So, I'm going to try and participate in both the Ninjago Dragons Rising Inktober and the Official Regular Inktober.
Posting:
Since for actually drawing, I'm doing the regular Inktober before the Dragons Rising Inktober, everyday I'll post the regular Inktober first and then the Dragons Rising one later.
The regular Inktober will be in the morning (my first posting round I do every day) and the Dragons Rising one will be my second posting round on weekdays and third on weekends. (Posting rounds referring to the times I'm normally on Tumblr)
On weekends, the regular Inktober will be late by 2 to 3 hours because it's the weekend, meaning I'm sleeping in, and the Dragons Rising one will be 20 to 60 minutes early due to me not having to come home from school.
Fandoms:
The Dragons Rising Inktober, of course, is going to be Ninjago Dragons Rising. Because that's the whole theme of that Inktober.
However, the regular Inktober may vary. Some days it may be Rottmnt, whereas others it will be Ninjago, and it may be something completely different on other days (which is pretty unlikely but may happen).
Falling Behind:
I am doing 2 Inktobers. Meaning, that even with a two day headstart, I'll probably fall behind at some point, with school and everything. When that occurs, the posting schedule will be void unless I can catch up, and in that case, I will post them more so that my posting may catch up, and then the schedule may go back to normal.
Exceptions to Schedule that Don't Involve Falling Behind:
There may be days where I post an Inktober for one but not the other.
Reasons for this will probably be:
I don't care for the prompt provided for that day, meaning I don't want to do it.
I tried, failed, and gave up, moving on to another prompt to keep moving.
I have no idea what to do for said prompt.
If this occurs, there will probably be an announcement on one of the Inktober posts about it. The schedule will remain the same, I just won't post the art for that prompt that day.
If this occurs, the announcement on the other post will look like either of these:
If No Dragons Rising Post: On the regular Inktober post - "There will be no Dragons Rising Inktober post today"
If No Regular Inktober Post: On the Dragons Rising post - "There was no regular Inktober post for today, and chances are, there won't be whatsoever."
Also, if I have something else going on during one of those times the Inktober posts that are supposed to be posted, during that time they will either be posted earlier or later (more likely later).
Regular Posting And Activity:
I will still be regularly active, probably using my Tumblr time as breaks, looking at my following page, reblogging, posting and trying to drop the number of my drafts (which is over 100 right now, due to me rewatching Ninjago and Rottmnt episodes💀)
Anyways, I think that's about it that I want to cover about it.
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Okay, this is on the subject of the anon(s?) talking about the problematic use of the term "genderbent", which i'm admittedly confused about
(i wanna preface this by saying i'm not trying to come off as rude or accusatory at all, i'm just trying to have a discussion because i'm not completely understanding their point of view here!)
I did some research trying to find what specifically was transphobic about the term, (so that could be cut out, bc it's hard to come up with a replacement term without knowing what was inherently wrong with the first one) and i didn't find a whole lot, but i did find a post which went pretty in depth on why genderbending is problematic
basically they talked about how the term is transphobic because it implies that that gender and sex are the same thing, and also that there are really only two. which is a completely valid point, i can understand that, but why would "body swap" or "sex swap" then not be okay to use?
They also talked about it being erasure of queer representation to assume a character is or was cis in the first place, which again i can understand but unless the character is canonically queer or queer coded then, i don't really get it
like no one is taking your headcanons away from you or trying to erase queer representation, people's headcanons will always conflict with others, it's just unavoidable. i don't think someone having a different character hc than you (as long as it's not them actively ignoring a canonically queer character's orientation) is inherently transphobic.
something they brought up that kind of struck a chord with me is when they invalidated the "excuse of using it for character exploration" and said "Why do you need a character to be cis for you to find their personality and life interesting to explore?" which is just the strawman fallacy. the same thing can be said that "Why do you need a character to be queer for you to find their personality and life interesting to explore?" members of the lgbt community of all people should know that someone's sex/gender/orientation does not define a person. there's so much more to a human than their orientation
but again, most of this is on the subject of why genderbending itself is bad, and not the term alone, so if you're not using it in a transphobic manner i don't see the issue with it?
Again i'm not trying to start a fight or come off as queerphobic, because i'm absolutely not! this just seems like a hasty generalization to me
Super off topic, but I find it so funny how half my blog rn is 'mmm Mystic milk mommy reader' and the other half is having this super serious conversations and discussion. This is what we call duality 😌
Anyway, back to the serious stuff. I was gonna answer this earlier but for some reason the words weren't, like, sinking in? Like I read them, and understood them, but I just couldn't piece them together? If it makes sense.
As long as we're all respectful, I see no reason why we can't have a discussion.
If you don't mind, can you tag me/send me a link to that post?
I think the problem with using body/sex swap is still implying that there are only two sexes/genders, because it excludes those that are genderfluid/ non-binary/ etc.. It's kind of like implying that gender is coin, in a way? You can only be one or another, despite it being a wide spectrum.
I ran into a similar issue to the one you bring up when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom. If you know, there is a heavy portion of the fandom that que that Leonardo as a MLM/Gay presenting individual, and when faced with any other headcanon, they got quite...mean, I suppose is the best word for it. I was called a plethora of names when I didn't blatantly spell out my own headcanon for him and was told I was erasing Queer representation. So I think that's where some of the problems arise, is with the erasure to start with.
Of course a character doesn't need to be Cis, or Trans, or even really human for them have a personality that people connect with. but people can find comfort in having that ability to relate with another being sharing their issues. They can find solace in knowing that what their feeling doesn't pertain to them alone and that they aren't weird, or broken, or mistaken. Not that any of you are, but I know our minds can be cruel things to us.
I think the problem with it is that, again with the coin, I'm going from one gender to the other without leaving room for any in between. Like, when answering asks, I, even unintentionally, automatically went with a Fem! Presenting AFAB to a Masc! Presenting AMAB with the ordeal when there are several identifications in between.
I'm still trying to figure it all for myself, so I apologize if anything I said was wrong!
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Hello my beautiful little freg, I hope you're drinking water and eating on the regular and have been getting good sleep! ^^ (hope that you'll be able to see this with all the crap going on with my Tumblr rn)
I'm here to request a CanonCharacter X OC (unless you'd rather it be a reader ^^) fluff oneshot! Of course you don't have to take the request if you don't like! I do know this will be a mostly Lemon request page.
So, It would be a ROTTMNT Donnie x OC(future), the OC being Tamsin! :D
Now for the basic plot: Tamsin has had FIVE kids, and of course with that she's grown a Lil bit chubby, which causes her to be a little self conscious, especially with how she sees April and Cassandra look much better compared to her.
And maybe one day, Donnie walks in on her looking at herself in the mirror, kinda sadly staring at her stretch marks and stuff and he does his best to make her feel better about herself?
And it just gets all fluffy stuff, then they start getting all romantic and kissy-but before it gets too out of hand they hear little giggles and see their kids watching from behind a corner (cause their sneaky lil shi-). And it just ends up as a fluffy cuddle pile with their kids? I hope it isn't too much and I'm SO SORRY IF IT IS 😅 sometimes I get carried away in this stuff-
Anyway, I hope you have a good day wherever you are! 💜
-request for yours truly, Hypocriticaltypwriter.
yesssss!!!!! Tamsin my beloved! also yes, i'm able to see your requests with the shadow ban!! i also love this ask bc i headcanon donnie as like the thicker people<33 this also is my first time writing said family but hey! that comes with the ask!
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type: ✮request✮
genre: ✮hurt/comfort(?) & fluffy✮
fandom: ✮ROTTMNT Future AU!✮
character(s): ✮Donatello Hamato, Tamsin, Jerimiah, David, Zuccone, Niccolo & Magdeline✮
crossovers?: ✮nope!✮
tags: @hypocriticaltypwriter
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It had been about two months since Magdeline was born; Donnie's and Tamsin's youngest child, and Tam had began getting back into the rhyme of things. Being more active and caring for her children took a lot of work, witch made Tam all more aware of her body; mainly her appearance.
She had been trying to work out and try new diets, but nothing seemed to work. That piece of tummy was almost as stubborn as Don.
So, after a small, early-morning work out routine and a jog around the house, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Tam was wearing her exercise outfit which consisted of a sports bra and a pair of sweatpants.
Tam slowly came to a halt as she examined herself closer in the mirror, focusing on the patch of stomach. She stood in front of the mirror, sweaty and disheveled, and pondered why she couldn't get rid of that spot, that stupid spot.
Tamsin grabbed at it, squishing it; her expression soured at the texture. The dark, self-douting talk started to seep in. One by one, they slowly started to weigh her down.
"Why am I like this?" Tamsin asked herself, her eyebrows furring and her big, green eyes becoming watery.
"Like what?" a strong voice came from behind her. It was Donatello, her husband. He watched her the entire time she stood in front of the mirror and questioned her appearance.
"You look great to me," He continued, leaning on the door frame and sipping his coffee.
Tamsin looked back at him, tears being blinked away, "What do you mean 'great'? Aren't you going to say I look stunning?" She asked with a hint of teasing anger.
"I mean," He deafened, coming closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "Yea, because you'd look a lot better with no clothes on." He churred, leaning in closer for a passionate kiss.
Donnie started to lean his weight onto the woman, in a heated battle, before a little voice interrupted them.
"Mom? Dad?" Jerimiah asked quietly as he rubbed his eyes.
Tam pulled away to comfort Jerimiah, much to Don's disgruntled following.
"What's wrong, honey?" Tamsin asked sweetly.
"I heard a loud noise," the oldest said, "And I gost scared. Then David woke up, and then Zuccone and Niccolo woke up too."
"Chain reaction," Donnie snorted at his own joke, sipping more of his coffee as his wife gave him the "It's Not Funny To Bully Children" look she had had to give Leon more times then he'd like to admit.
"What?" Donnie asked defensively, "It was a good joke.." He mumbled.
"Can we stay with you?" Jerimiah asked, already sleepy from the encounter.
"Sure," Tam purred, "You guys can stay with us."
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The kids filled in one by one, grabbing pillows and blankets to construct the nest of comfortableness. With Donnie and Tamsin in the middle and their kids in the surrounding space, tangled in their legs and arms.
David laid on Tam's stomach, cuddling closer and becoming more snuggled in. He yawned and softly said, "Mama comfy. Mama best pillow." as he nodded in and out of consciousness.
"I agree," Donnie whispered, "You're a comfy pillow for mutant-hybrid babies now, you can't just give that up." He said tenderly.
Tamsin giggled, knowing that with any form she took, her family would love and support her through it.
"I love you, Tam," Donnie said at last.
"I love you, too, Don."
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OH MEEM GEE, that was a roller coaster of emotions. overall, i had a lot of fun writing this one! it was supposted to be longer but im tired and school rlly sucks atm >.<) hope you enjoyed! i really hope to draw more of your ocs in the future!
#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt au#hypocriticaltypwriter#lordfregwrites
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TMNT-Verse Info— random facts about ash (my tmnt oc)
NOTES: enjoy! These headcanons apply to all tmnt versions of Ash, unless the headcanon specifies certain versions.
WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of drowning.
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Ash opens chip bags (+ other bags, too) upside down. It drives Leo absolutely insane.
When Ash was pregnant with all of her children, she ended up getting really really sick during/throughout her third trimester. Throughout her entire pregnancy with Whitney, Ash was constantly and extremely sick.
Ash is known as the “Grammar Guru” because she is such a stickler for proper grammar. She won’t be annoying about it, but it’s more so a personal thing.
Here are all of the names of Ash and Raph’s children (I changed them up a bit): Harlene Yoshiko-Jade Hamato, Steele Leo-Ace Hamato, Tessa Michaela-Cerise Hamato, and Whitney Donelle-Snow Hamato. The name Yoshiko comes from Splinter (Hamato Yoshi), Leo of course comes from Leo, Michaela comes from Michelangelo, and Donelle comes from Donatello. Ash and Raph wanted to name their children after Splinter and the turtles in some way.
Ash grew up watching a hell of a lot of cartoons. Some were from the early 2000s, but mainly from the 90s and the 80s. Thundercats, The Tick, He-Man & She-Ra, Sonic and Mario cartoons — you name it, they've binged all of it. When they met the turtles, Ash introduced these cartoons to them.
Ash calls Raph "hot stuff". She does it because it flusters him every time she calls him that, which amuses Ash.
Like in the 1987 TMNT, I headcanon that Mutant Mayhem Raph and Harley can break the fourth wall.
Everyone thinks that Raph teases the living daylights out of Ash — oh, boy, Ash teases her boyfriend just as much as he does her.
In multiple versions of TMNT, Ash gets stabbed through the torso by Shredder with his blades, and she temporarily dies for a bit. Donnie manages to bring her back, so she’s revived. In TMNT 2012, it happens in season one in the episode with the mutagen bomb (“The Gauntlet”, where they first encounter Shredder). There were instances in the comics, and it also happened in TMNT 2003. In ROTTMNT, Ash got impaled through the chest by Shredder when she was caught off guard. 2003 Ash also drowned and had to be revived after a mission had gone wrong (she was with Raph and Casey when that happened).
Ash uses coconut and apricot shampoo and conditioner.
2012 Ash and Rise Leo would for sure get along great. They relate to a lot of things. They both share similar music tastes, they were both thrown off of roofs of tall buildings, and they like to watch anime and read manga.
2012 Ash was helping Donnie out with one of his inventions, and she was using a staple gun. She then, just like it was nothing, pointed the staple gun at her face and said “does this thing have staples in it?” Ash got startled when everyone yelled at her in concern and she shot herself in the face with a staple gun. Two staples ended up on her forehead and the two others were on the bridge of her nose and her right eyebrow.
All versions of Ashley chew her yogurt and ice cream.
Ash and Raph like to watch funny clips of Jerma in their free time.
𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.
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I had a break from college this week, so I took advantage of the free time like a responsible adult... And I dedicated myself to digitize my ROTTMNT character drawings.
Since there are a lot of them, I'm going to start in the order of age of the boys.
Alopex
Pex is an Artic Kumiho Yokai.
She is a hit woman, who's Kamas are said to be cursed. Rumor has it that if they so much as scratch you, even if she doesn't get to kill you, death will come for you either way.
She is petite and keeps her nine tails united, forming a kind of big fluffy tail. Her make-up is done that way to honor her Kumiho ancestors.
She got paid to kill Lou Jitsu by the remaments of the Foot Clan, who told her that she could find him if she followed four mutant turtles.
She found them easily and started to spy on them, to decide when was the best time to strike, but the more she knew about them, the more fond she got of the silly boys, specially the big red one.
Eventually, Alopex resigned the job and decided to approach the turtles to warn them about the Foot situation.
Of course, most of the gang didn't exactly received her with open arms, considering the whole "paid to kill dad" situation, but she gained their trust rapidly with her easy demeanor, the fact that she decided to resign said job and that she told them.
She and Raph got along quiet well really fast. It became a normal thing for them to go on outings almost every night, go to Teddy Bear Town to get a bunch of plushies, sharing all kind of snacks while marathoning Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu. In fewer words, they were absolutely dating.
But since Alopex was a Kumiho, she could not stop chasing other men to eat their essence nor resist the impulse to cause mischief, chaos and destruction, which made Raph really uncomfortable, due to his high morals.
Seeing how Raph was so conflicted with their relationship, because of her evil nature, and her being unable to go against it, Alopex decided to break up with Raph, to release him from the guilt, and return home.
She did came back one time, two years later, to see her beloved one last time, but at that moment Raph was already in a new relationship with...
Mona Lisa
Mona is an African Fire Salamander Alien-Yokai hybrid.
She is a bounty hunter that works to recover lost, stolen and commissioned objects.
She loves pink, and wears her hijab with a big flower in the front all the time (The ascot on her neck is actually a gift from Raph).
She never steals, never, unless she is stealing to return to their original owner. Her morale levels are sky high, so she is incapable of stealing without getting literally sick.
Her best client is Señor Hueso, who commissions to get exotic ingredients and to return the things his brother stole.
She met the gang when they were at Run of the Mill Pizza, being "served" by Señor Hueso, as she was returning with the last commission he gave her.
Raph fell in love with her hugeness the moment their eyes met. She was gigantic, strong, and more importantly, kind as hell.
Mona liked Raph almost instantly too. He was very big, but looked like a kitty. And even thought he was taller that his brothers, he was smaller that her, and she found that adorable.
Mona calls the gang "Little Spots", each one with the color of their bandanas (Raph is Little Red Spot, Leo is Little Blue Spot, etc...).
Due to Mona's life style, she and Raph can't spend much time together, so most of their dates are at Run of the Mill Pizza, when she goes to the Hidden City to deliver things. Señor Hueso always gives them free pizza on those occasions.
One time, when they were on date, walking around the Hidden City, she saw a curious white Kumiho who was looking at them weird, but a second later she vanished. She was sure she had never met any white Kumiho in her many travels before.
Maybe Raph knew her...
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Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now
Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!
Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)
This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇
Leo
Let's just be clear about one thing
Leo LOVES your hugs
CANNOT get enough of them
Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies
Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies
Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩
But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?
Dead
He's dead
You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy
Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-
And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you
"Leo, im cooking!"
"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"
Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt
And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him
Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala
Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater
So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog
Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy
like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you
I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie
because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙
You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey
After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it
Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole
If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it
it was hell trying to pry it off of him, though...
This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤
These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>
Mikey
um, have you met this turtle?
KING of hugs
It’s so great how both of you share the same energy
Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs
It’s just your thing
With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives
And for Mikey, it’s hugs
He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy
Speaking of puppies…
That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.
Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement
Can he please wear it?? 🥺
Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on
And OH
MY
FLUFFY...
The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-
He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable
But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you
Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable
“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*
Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms
Winter days?
Snuggles all day and night
when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun
And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE
Sweater buddies
He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.
(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)
Donnie
we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection
If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)
He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first
If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort
Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite
Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen
And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜
When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on
Why? Fashion show
Loves the warmth of your hoodie
And I because “it’s so soofff”
Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater
Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅
He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw
Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego
Movie marathons?
Hell yeah
Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie
He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one
You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft
Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on
And he’ll never tell a soul this…
But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜
so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something
Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back
“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”
“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏
“😒”
“Right, giving it back-“
He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way
Purple (obviously)
But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist
Yep
He sure does love his teddy bear 💜
Raph
Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-
A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear
He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤
He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you
(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)
Usually so gentle 🥺
Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows
And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie
Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it
He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤
And then when he hugs you with it on-
aUGGGH ❤❤
"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"
"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"
Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(
I mean, sure he could take it so easily
But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™
So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you
Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth
Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?
Raph's cuddle buddy
He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.
Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"
Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢
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Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜
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Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?
...✨Living with the turtles✨
Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles
———
-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD
-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!
-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way
-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas
-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”
-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up
-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing
-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some
-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition
-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?
-you’re their human
-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?
-there you are
-lots of working with splinter in that field
-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation
-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work
-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”
-“compliment you about your work?”
-“well, if you insist.”
-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it
-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping
-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it
-“it’s literally 1 am.”
-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”
-“alright just stop pulling on me!”
-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it
-he’ll try, that’s for sure
-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face
-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help
-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”
-it’s not just Donnie though.
-it’s Mikey as well
-“look at what I drew!”
-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”
-“oh... about an hour?”
-“that’s really good!”
-“really?”
-will even ask you to put it on the fridge
-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work
-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week
-needs lots and lots of hugs
-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride
-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor
-and who could forget Leo
-not you that’s for sure
-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention
-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it
-“for Y/n’s honor!”
-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”
-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”
-jumps out from every corner to scare you
-can never seem to get you to flinch
-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though
-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder
-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump
-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department
-especially with weight lifting
-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”
-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though
-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf
-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way
-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived
-only responsible roommate out of the four
-only one that washes the dishes
-video games all the time
-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games
-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night
-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you
-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no
-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”
-winner gets bragging rights
- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April
-come on, she’s cool as hell!
-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general
-nosey boys
-very very nosey
-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair
-you have a diary?
-expect Leo to go through it in one night
-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?
-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter
-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer
-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows
-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books
-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking
-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space
-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair
-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store
-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay
-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened
-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it
-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up
- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie
-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway
-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks
-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed
-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence
-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him
-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone
-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would
-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join
-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear
-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates
-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them
-school
-school happens
-you have to deny them because of homework
-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting
-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better
-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster
-Raph is simply your company
-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had
-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it
-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him
-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on
-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure
-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring
Sorry this is all I got!
If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!
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Oh great and powerful Charmy … hi! C:
What are your tips/secrets for writing the Mud Dogs? 👀✨
OK HERE WE GO
First of all, I read this question in Mark Chang’s voice in the best way humanly possible so thank you for that
The funny thing about the mud dogs is that i didn’t initially like them,
until we put them in the Fantasy Au and decided that they were the ones who took in Donnie but left it at that . And when I was working on the Twilight Thief [the first major story i did for the AU] I took a closer look to their brief appearance in ROTTMNT snd character design
lets start with Mickey
First of all look at that face, he’s a sweet boy who is love. Who just so happens to steal. My first impression of him was that he was the youngest, and between that and his blunt nature i had a feeling that he maybe grew up in a orphanage and had weird interests that maybe alienated him from his peers. Like he was more grateful for their criminal life cause if he had stayed where he was maybe he wouldn’t of made it so far in the real world, so that’s how he ended up as the ‘younger brother builder’ of the group
Now for Danny
I love this bitch , look at him. From the moment I looked at him i knew he had class and that maybe he came from money. I had the vibe that maybe he chose this life cause his family already planned out his life (as well meaning as they were). And when I was thinking of his Dads I thought about how sometimes whole families end up with a trade. And because the Mud Dogs had no money and Danny’s so assertive i decided that he came from a family of doctors( he’s the thirteenth child of a forever growing family) but even though he was good at it that he really wanted a life of adventure (that’s also when i decided he loved reading penny romance novels and telling his ex’s he died rather then broke up with them). He’s also one of the more parental figures in Dons and the Mud Dogs life and because he has all this medical training, gets frustrated when his new family don’t take care of themselves (which is also why he and Len but heads so much)so much so Donnie sometimes calls him “Uncle Mom”
i mean look at these idiots, he HAS to be assertive
now for the main man
Leonard
First of all, I love him, i love them all but I especially love him. But it wasn’t until I started working on his character that I started to enjoy him so much. It was very obvious in the episode that he was the sensitive one of the group. (“at first i thought you were put in charge just for change which hurt my feelings….”) So when imagining how Donnie ended with the Mud Dogs i asked myself “who wouldn’t be able to walk away?” and of course none of the Mud Dogs are cruel or would turn away from a starving four year old orphan so the question became “who would go back first?”
When I asked myself that I thought about Lens wardrobe. How much rougher his clothes were, his hair his face. It occurred to me that he had the most experience, that he had been a thief the longest , that maybe he had been alone the longest.That maybe he was so sensitive because he knew what it was like to feel abandoned. Not by a cruel family who didn’t want him, but by a loving parent who made him feel loved.
He would of been the first to turn back, to open his heart to this small child cause he knew what it was like to loose everything
Yeah it could of easily been Mickey or Danny, but I HC Mickey as very young in this au, probably around 21-19 when they found Donnie and not ready to take on the emotional responsibility of fatherhood, and though Danny did come to be like a second parent to Donnie he was also a little too krass and also not willing to become a parent unless he had to. And even then, lacking the sensitivity to be a parent at the moment, he would of ended up being more of a distant role model . But Len was the one who was sensitive enough and strict enough to take on that role much easier. He was more willing to take on that mantle
I think i may have answered your question or fallen off the deep end (mud dogs go brrrrr) thanks for the ask!!!!
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