He wants to know everything. How you got hurt. Who hurt you. Where you got hurt. Was it one of his brothers? LEO NEEDS TO KNOW OKAY GIVE HIM THE ANSWERS THIS POOR BABY IS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU. You could probably get special treatment out of him for days.
Like Leo, Raph wants to know everything, and if it WAS someone who hurt you, you best believe hE’S GOING OUT THERE AND KICKING SOME MOTHERFUCKING ASS BECAUSE NO ONE HURTS HIS QUEEN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT OKAY SOMEONE DISRESPECTS YOU THEY DISRESPECT HIM
“Babe, sweetie, honey, cutie, LET ME JUST LOOK AT IT PLEASE”
“DONNIE NO I’M FINE” Dr. Donnie is on the case. don’t want that to get infected do we. He’ll also give you the specialist of treatment and totally make you wrap up in blankets w hot coco (even if you have just a bruise.) and for his own piece of mind, just let him look at it.
Funny faces, kisses, cuddles and aLL OF THE JOKES YOU COULD ASK FOR BECAUSE THIS BABE KNOWS THAT LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM YOU’RE TELLING ME HE WONT TRY HIS HARDEST TO MAKE YOU FEEL 100X BETTER
How the turtles would react to accidentally hitting you: Michelangelo
“Shit - babe - oh my god - I didn’t - are you - I’m so sorry babycakes. - I-” Michelangelo threw his nunchucks on the ground; his eyes had grown to twice the size and all he seemed to be able to do was scramble towards you in desperation. “Are you hurt - oh my god - did I hurt you - oh god what have I done?”
“Mikey!” You finally shouted - yeah, it had hurt, and your head was beginning to ache now, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I’m fine!”
Surrounding you were his brothers, whom were all now laughing at Mikey’s reaction, but Michelangelo wasn’t paying them any attention. He was too busy wrapping you in his arms and holding you close to his chest; he was mumbling something, probably more rambling about how sorry he was and how he couldn’t believe what he’d done. He was so cute when he was apologetic, and all you could do was giggle and burrow into his embrace.
“I’ll never do anything like that again, angel, I promise.” He shouted, tightening his grip around your small frame.
“Honestly Mikey, it’s ok, I’m-” The boys were still laughing, and before you could say anymore Mikey picked you up off of the ground, and started walking towards the couch. “MIKEY!” You screamed, laughing despite the dull thumping in your head, “PUT ME DOWN!” But he didn’t. He simply smiled sweetly at you in his arms and carried on walking around the lair. “MICHELANGELO!”
When he finally dropped you onto the sofa, he didn’t hesitated to cradle you in his embrace as soon as possible. You knew he wouldn’t stop hugging you for hours.
“I’m sorry baby girl. You know I would never hurt you.” He started placing kisses along your forehead and all over your face, which again made you laugh. “D’you still love me?”
“Of course, Mikey!” You giggle, whilst wiggling about in his arms to try and get free of the smothering. “Seriously it wasn’t even that hard - Mikey! Stop!”
“I GOT YOU, BABE!” Michelangelo began singing, poorly, and with incredible volume; to which all of his brothers, and Master Splinter (who had wondered through from his bedroom) laughed at with uncontrollable, broad grins. “I GOT YOU, BABE!”
“Michel-” You tried to yell, patting his arms to try and cut off his singing, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to hear your pleas for him to stop.
“DON’T LET THEM SAY YOUR HAIR’S TOO LONG, CAUSE I DON’T CARE, WITH YOU I CAN’T GO WRONG.” He continued, “THEN PUT YOUR LITTLE HAND IN MINE, THERE AINT NO HILL OR MOUNTAIN WE CAN’T CLIMB!”
“Mikey, you are being ridiculo-”
“BABE!” Mikey was up on his feet now, pointing at you as he sang, “I GOT YOU BABE!”
“Make it stop!”
The boys laughed from the door of the dojo, where they were all pretending to hold their hands over their ears to block out the horrific singing.
“I GOT YOU TO HOLD MY HAND! I GOT YOU TO UNDERSTAND! I GOT YOU TO WALK WITH ME! I GOT YOU TO TALK WITH ME - I’m not going to stop until you say it - I GOT YOU TO KISS GOODNIGHT! I GOT YOU TO HOLD ME TIGHT - you gotta say it, sweetie - I GOT YOU, I WON’T LET GO! I GOT YOU TO LOVE ME SOOOOOOOO!”
“Alright, alright Mikey! I still love you!” You laugh, allowing that lovable turtle to pick you up and pin you around again and again.
He’s so different than his brothers. After an engagement with the enemy, he needs to know he did his best. That nothing was missed. That nothing could have been done better, faster, or with more accuracy. Over and over again in his mind he replays the engagement with his opponent. For hours this could go on.
You watch him from your lounging vantage point in the lair. Raphael knows you’re there and is comforted with your presence, but he just needs to follow his ritual.
The Goliath paces, paces, paces in the crowed workout space of the lair. Back and forth he moves, spinning his daggers in hand. At this point it’s more habit than anything else. Something he does as an act of expelling energy and to keep his hands busy when his mind is savage.
So early on he was trained to have his daggers in his three fingered hands as much as possible. It’s how you train your body to memorize your weapon. It needs to be instinctual.
In blade work you are educated from the get-go that your blade is an extension of your arm. Learn it. The weight of it, the feel of it, the placement of the sai in its holster. In the dark, and in an instant you need to know where your blade is on your body.
Your weapon is you. The blade is just a tool. You are the real threat.
Somewhere in the distance the soft echo of water drops can be heard from the sewers. In comparison, it sounds as loud as a gunshot because Raph doesn’t breathe heavy when he gets in his endless pacing loops. His cardio is too good. Shortness of breath is rarely something he worries about.
Monstrously large muscles shift with each heavy step. To look on from your sitting point, you see the beast in him take over the man. He moves like the massive lions the gladiators once fought. The mask of civility the mutant wears is thin in these moments.
Watching his muscles roll sends goosebumps down your flesh. Adrenaline reacts this way for two reasons. First, because seeing all that aggression corded body in motion wakes up the feminine energy in you that gets you thinking of fucking.
The second, because somewhere deeply buried in the subconscious part of your brain is your primitive survival instinct. The fight or flight mechanism that has served humans well over the past few thousand years.
Watching your love let his mask slip and reveal the beast that sleeps inside is breathtaking.
As in, you can’t fucking breathe around the power he bleeds.
It reminds you of things that go bump in the night. Of things with teeth and claw. Of things that stalk and growl.
It reminds you that if you took away humans ability to rationalize and use tools.. we would not be the highest on the food chain.
you for requesting nonnie! And thank you for the complement (; If you
have another idea for a tattoo feel free to change it in your head c:
your Donnie imagine! Keep up the good work- here’s a little request with any of
the boys, although I have a soft spot for my boy in blue and the hothead
;) just something fluffy like- the boys waking up next to their s/o for the
first time and catching a peek of a hidden tattoo their s/o has.”
Swearing, mention of smut
I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3
rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” Leo
mumbled with his arms wrapped around your body and his thumbs running up and
down your sides. You both had been together for quite a while, and you hardly
got alone time. But tonight, the other turtles were out and Splinter was doing
a 10-hour meditation session in his room. You were alone, finally.
most of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching movies that he’d
missed out on. It was nice not to have to worry about whether he’d come back
from patrol with injuries. It was nice to just lay with one another and be together.
you had in mind?” You turned around so you were placing him, one hand on his
plastron, the other running along his lower lip. It was also nice to be the
same height for once; it was nice to look at him straight instead of up.
inconvenience…” he’d closed the distance between you, his lips soft against
yours. Your arm moved up his plastron slowly, wrapping around his neck. He
gripped your waist with his hands, squeezing your sides lightly. The feeling
sent waves of electricity through both of your bodies; your senses went from 0
“I’m not sorry…” you smirked at him when you reluctantly
pulled away from him, your eyes heavy and short of breath. He smiled back,
tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin up to meet
his lips again for a small peck.
“Neither am I, darling.” Running his hands up your side, he
brought your shirt up as well. The cool air mixed with Leo’s captivating touch
sent a shiver up you side. He pressed his body against yours before gripping
your hips again and sitting you on his lap. You traced circles around his
plastron, staring down at him as your hair framed your face. He cupped your
cheek, running a thumb up and down before bringing you closer to him and
kissing you once again.
Mikey was dead when Leo got his hands on him. The young
orange turtle was screaming that breakfast was ready, but Leo was nowhere near
ready to get up. Especially when he woke up to the love of his life lying next
to him. Smiling, he took a moment to reflect on how lucky he was to have
someone like you in his life. You were amazing, unlike any other. Kissing your
shoulder, he turned back around on to his side and wrapped his arms around your
It was only then that he noticed the tiny tattoo between
your shoulder blades. It was small, some sort of flower. It was beautiful, but
he was quite curious as to why you hadn’t mentioned it before. He ran his
fingers over it, but not before leaning down and placing a kiss on it. You were
utterly stunning, and apparently full of surprises.
“I got it on a whim. I forget it’s there most of the time.” You
mumbled sleepily, turning around to face him. “I picked it because it’s pretty.”
He chuckled as you curled into him, placing a small kiss on your forehead.
“You know what’s prettier?” you looked up at his with a
“If you say me, I’m going to punch you.” Poking his nose, he
chuckled and shook his head.
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idk i guess i just feel like the only kind of radical worth being is a lifelong process of learning and struggle and not a trump card or an aesthetic or a brand. unless of course you’re a teenage mutant ninja turtle
I’m completely in favor of Apriltello, in case you didn’t already notice.
In my opinion, it’s given Donatello more development, as a guy that has real emotions and thoughts apart from technology and science. Beastiality really isn’t a concern – it isn’t. I’d like to argue that Raphael and Mona Lisa are an inter-species relationship, and if a counterclaim is ‘well, they’re both mutants, though’, just remember April is a mutant too. We determined in Season 2 that she had a mix of Kraang and human DNA that gifted her with psychic powers.
I think Donatello deserves to be happy. Perhaps I’m reading to far into the animation and script, but he seems genuinely happy when he is around her. He seems genuinely concerned for well being, unlike Casey, in my opinion.
I’d really love to see TMNT end on a happy, or at least give closure on the love triangle.
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET NONNIE ILY (you don’t bother me at all) <3 btw I’ve never been to New York
so I don’t know the names of any streets pls don’t yell at me. and if i haven’t done a good job at writing mikey pls tell me my loves
(: I don’t mean to bother you but I was just wondering could you write a
Michelangelo x reader story were the reader lives alone and Mikey wants them to
move in with him and the turtles? Please? Your amazing and I love your blog!”
I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3
Living alone had its perks. You got to eat what you wanted,
go to bed when you wanted, go out and come back whenever you wanted. You
enjoyed it, but you lost the sense of family being alone.
You moved out to New York, and expected for things to be
easy, because that’d how they seemed on TV and in movies. But it was the exact
opposite. The rent was astronomical, you could sometimes hardly afford to eat
and the neighbours were anything but friendly.
To help pay for bills, you’d gotten a part time job at a
pizza place. That’s where you met your boyfriend, Mikey.
He’d ordered the strangest combination pizza, and as the
new-be you had to be the one to deliver it. Apparently the boy’s regular
deliverer, Kevin, was off sick that day.
All they told you was to wait on 39th street.
He’d jumped out at you from nowhere, a giant grin on his face. Evidently, he
scared the living day lights out of you, and you almost dropped the pizza, but
you managed to grab it and compose yourself in no time. Hopefully he didn’t
notice how shocked you were at his sudden appearance.
You remember he called you dudette, and that was honestly
the cutest thing you’d heard. He’d given you a $5 tip, and asked for your name.
Kevin was now replaced. Take that, Kevin.
The more you saw him, the more you learnt about him. He was
-quite clearly- a mutant turtle, and he told you about his brothers, and his
dad, and how he was made into a mutant. Soon enough, you trusted him enough to
give him your address.
He visited as often as he could, climbing up the fire escape
of your apartment building and knocking on the window. It was 3 knocks, he’d
told you. Mikey wanted you to feel as safe as possible with him.
One thing Mikey hated though was where you lived. It was a
dangerous area, thugs everywhere. Not to mention, the apartment itself was
horrible. Dingy, bad lighting, most of the walls were damp and the furniture
already in the apartment was either broken or non-functional. Your stove didn’t
even work properly, how were you meant to make him mac and cheese? You were his
girlfriend and he needed you to be safe, and living in decent conditions.
“Dudette, you can’t live
here, like this. It’s worse than the sewers!” you’d laughed at that, raising
your eyebrow at him before walking over to him. He was sitting on a stool in
your kitchen but he was still significantly taller than you. You wrapped your
arms around his neck and kissed his chin (which was as far as you could reach
on your tip toes).
“I’ll be fine Mikey, where would I even go anyway?” you
giggled, resting your head on his plastron. It was almost like a light bulb
went off in the young turtles head as he grinned at you.
“Come live with me, babe!” he jumped up, startling you. “You
could bunk with me and Raph! Or Raph could go room with Leo or Donnie and me
and you could share a room.” He grinned mischievously, winking at you as he
wrapped his arms around your waist. “If you know what I mean…” He nuzzled his
head in the crook of your neck; you were still laughing at his suggestion.
“Babe, I can’t just pack up and retreat to the sewers.” He
lifted his head, pouting at you.
“Exactly, dudette, time to get packing!” With that, he
disappeared into your room.
“Mikey!” You could already here him opening up all of your
the bus stop right in front of my dealer’s place had some ad with the teenage mutant ninja turtles on it which is what spurred bec to ask me which tmnt i would fuck if i was forced to choose (unknowingly right in front of some rando) and the ad FINALLY changed after months so i dont have to be Reminded of that every time i pick up
“The purple turtle. He is shown as the smartest and second-in-command of the four turtles. He has a taller, leaner appearance than his brothers. He is intelligent, calm, measured, good with his hands, and very introspective, frequently becoming pensive over things he doesn’t understand. He is the most serious, one of the calmest along with Leonardo, and a genius who invents many of the turtles vehicles and equipment. Despite Leonardo being the official leader of the team, it is Donatello who comes up with most of the plans and solutions to the turtles predicaments. He also displays closeness with Michelangelo. Donatello is generally well liked by all of his brothers, never engaging in major confrontations with them. He will defend his brothers at any cost. ”