mikeybro2k12 asked:

♕:A kick in a very sensitive area.

Don felt a swift kick go to the inside of his thigh, making him double over and make a high-pitched whimper. “I hate you, little bastard…” The pain was excruciating, all emanating from where he’d been kicked. Hopefully this turtle hadn’t been born with any need for dominance, or else he’d be in for a good beating. Like he wasn’t accustomed to those.

Vision Quest @Mikeybro2k12 Closed

Donatello finished wrapping Leo’s injury as he finished telling his stry “You sure it didnt kick your head?” A talking deer? That’s just drug talk. Leo had woken up from his coma a few weeks ago, he had been healing properly except for his leg. Moving aside he place his medical utensils aside in his bag. 

mikeybro2k12 asked:

Michelangelo held his old orange mask in his right hand as he approached Leonardo, his former leader... still held in some stature in the little turtle's eyes despite the fact he was sworn to be his brother's enemy. "Hey bro," Mikey said with a slight smile, deciding to avoid conflict for now, "ya' miss me?"

Leo felt dread wash over him as he caught sight of his younger brother, but swallowed any sign of weakness quick.

“What did you drag me out here for Mikey?” He said in a tone to confront his enemy.

mikeybro2k12 asked:

☤ ((I know we have a thread but I couldn't resist))

((i hope this is a good one. ))

An entire month of solitary confinement. An entire month of people completely and utterly void of human contact. You’d think the acosial teen would adjust to it but the maniacal force was like a ball of black erratic energy slowly encasing his body, making him more high strung than ever.

Donatello’s bony hands crawled across the floor and he dug his nails into the concrete, making another scratch. Mental asylums made prisons look like a hotel.

Never Alone Foot!Mikey/Foot!Donnie

“My son.. I fear that the tainted seed of hatred and vengeance has started to sprout within Michelangelo's once pure heart..Oroku Saki.. The shredder has delivered a blow within another..and I hold no more strength’s in my arsenal. Donatello..I know what you have stated as your mission..and I am proud of your sacrifice but now, I ask of you to make the right choices. Not only for your brother’s life..but for your peace of mind…”

Keeping his head bowed and in the lotus position Donatello kept his gaze away, his wounds had healed faster then expected, but he still didnt hold a fort against the two eldest turtles. Three failed escape attempts and each of them would just bring him back into his once loving lab. It was so hard, to ignore everything he still loved and cherish, to proclaim loyalty to one of the sickest humans that stood on the soiled ground of this very existence. To spit an laugh at his loving father’s and sensei’s lessons. He truly didnt know what hurt more anymore, his bleeding skin or his broken heart.

Closed RP w/ mikeybro2k12

The last few weeks had been cruel to the Hamato clan.
Donnie had nearly died saving a family he saw in distress in a burning building.
Mikey had begged him not to do anything rash, but Donnie did and he jumped into the apartment through a window.
He saved the family but barley got away with his own life.
Mikey had to drag him five city blocks to hide and wait for his oldest brothers.
Now Donnie was in a sterile bubble in his lab, burnt. Healing was going to be a long process, but Splinter could finally tell his other family members that Donnie would survive, and hopefully wake up in the coming days.
But he’d be disfigured, for life.

Closed // Mikeybro2k12 :: Last Fight

It had to happen sometime.
The week hadn’t been an easy one. The attacks from Falco were becoming more and more frequent and strong, breaking down whatever mental barrier he tried to set up. He’d managed to bar himself in his room, just so he had somewhere to hide from his brothers and hide what was happening. The last two times, the signs had been gone. None at all. The only way he’d managed to get away was because his hand shaking.
Raph sat on his bed with his hands clutching his head, teeth grit. Get out. Get out. You can’t control me. I won’t l-let you hurt them anymore. Leave me alone. He’d been repeating it for hours now, trying to push the crazy psychic back. And slowly, slowly, his strength was crumbling. Not because Falco was fighting hard. Because Falco was doing the exact opposite. He was waiting. Applying pressure and just waiting. Raphael wasn’t losing because he wasn’t strong enough.
No. This time it was because he was losing energy.
Fighting him took its toll, and now Raph was struggling to stay conscious. He shivered where he sat, eyes fluttering, breaths quickening. His hands finally fell from his head and he blinked, trying to stay awake. A gentle laugh came to his head, triumphant and confident.
You’ve lost, Raphael. Your fight is over. Go to sleep. Go on. You won’t be here when you wake.
His eyes slid closed and he fell sideways off of his bed, crashing rather loudly into his drumset. Raph shifted, whining as he tried to push himself up, red flicking over his eyes before they closed again and he slid back to the ground, listening to the voice in his head fade.
You’ve lost. They have twelve hours… and then I kill them all.
Goodbye, Raphael.

observations - Closed Starters

Even Evil Overlords could grow bored when things in their own universe were going slow. Jack was being surprisingly calm, the monks were being ever predictable and Wuya had been quiet ever since he locked her in that Chi lamp after repeated warnings were ignored. It was times like these at when the kung fu master would wander through different Universes that, sometime in his great lifespan he planned on overthrowing. 

Most were trivial things but this one showed—promise. Bronze eyes watched curiously at the, well, he would assume mutant for now, fought off several ninja. The orange banded being seemed to be doing fine on his own for now but there would surely be more to come. He would see how well this one held up. Perhaps it was time to add a turtle to his collection of warriors, if this one could prove useful. 

From Friend to Foe

It’s been five months since the Shredder took Ayleen in, having found her dark side to be of some use to him. The crumbled figure that once cried alone in an alley was brought up to be a fierce kunoichi. With the promise of being set free from the parasite within her, Ayleen followed each and every command without hesitation. Xever and Rahzar often push her buttons as to see just how far off they are in successfully bringing Sana into full control. To manipulate her into thinking that they were helping, when in fact they were just trying to reach the weapon within her. 

As she trained and practice her new fighting techniques against some Foot Bots, Shredder watched on, catching glimpses of the green light coming from her eyes as she smashed the droids into the wall. 

“Hey! Take it easy- I just fixed the wall yesterday.” Xever mumbled over at the enraged girl. “NO, I will not take it easy, I will destroy each and every one of these and all those who stand in my way..” A sinister smirk curled up the sides of her lips, revealing the curved teeth of Sana. Shredder’s booming voice brought her to a halt. 

“You have greatly improved.. Though I still can see the weak girl I found crying in the alley.” Ayleen gritted her teeth as she kept her head down, clenching her hands into fists. “..I am no longer that girl Master Shredder.. I have changed-” Her words were interrupted by the metallic steps of his approach. 

“Then prove it to me.. Show me that you are worthy of holding the Foot Clan’s name.” His chilling aura kept her silent, a small nod was all she can manage as the dark leader smirked behind his mask. “Bring me the turtles.. Dead or alive it makes no difference, as long as Hamato Yoshi comes looking for them, I will grant you your wish of release from Sana.”

No more spying on them, no more deceiving them. Her used-to-be friends will finally see her as someone to take seriously, because the consequences will be fatal if thought otherwise. “Yes Master Shredder..”



Another day spent at Casey’s, another training session consisting of hard sparring and weight lifting had been done. Raphael was moving through the sewer tunnels underneath Manhattan for the time being. He was looking forward to getting back home to check up on his brothers, seeing what was going on and what needed to be done as far as patrols in the city were concerned. All he could hear would be the sounds of running water and drips from the storm drain ceiling. As well as the occasional rat skittering through the tunnels.

Soon enough Raphael had heard another set of footprints coming from somewhere nearby. And that was something which didn’t bode quite well with him whatsoever. A rise of momentary fear welled up within but Raphael quickly replaced that fear with fiery anger.

Had he been followed? He didn’t know but if he had been.. Raphael was not going to tolerate being stalked. The last time someone had entered his territory.. he made sure they had paid for it.

He moved his hands down and took a firm grasp of his signature weapons, and he remained still as he heard the sounds getting closer and closer. He took in deep breathes, silent inhales and light exhales.

This is it.. Come on in fucker.. come on in..

Immediately Raphael had turned around and he had darted forward now. A growl escaped from him as he rushed in towards the source of the sound and quickly he had twirled his sai in his hands, tucking them in his hands as he now flew in a berserker rage.

As soon as he had neared the shape, Raphael took notice of it. It was similar to his, but perhaps a bit shorter. And it was also.. pudgy as well. Anger swelled up within him, and the red masked Turtle decided to stop fucking around at this point.

Without any hesitation, Raphael had immediately turned with his hips and he had swung his arms horizontally over from right to left– aiming for the plastron protected torso of the intruding Turtle. If this other Turtle did nothing to defend himself, he might end up extremely hurt.. or worse, maybe even dead.