I need to follow more TMNT 2012 blogs that focus on Mikey being a badass ray of sunshine in all aspects. He is not stupid, unintelligent, a screw up, or deserving of most of those hittings and yellings and eyerolls and being told to shut up.
I respect the Tumblr fandom’s dedication to Donnie because Donnie is the Science Boy. But Mikey knows things too, and if he and Donnie teamed up they could do all the things for the whole world.
I feel weird and sad when fans gripe about introspective analytical fans happily critiquing each season, noting likes and dislikes. It might seem like complaining and whining. But for us creatives who spent over half our lives in the fandom, picking apart episodes is how we have fun and learn things and write headcanons.
“If you criticize the show so much, why are you still watching it?”
Because I adore it, every flaw and problem that makes me yell, because it teaches me about good writing and bad writing. I will rant and stomp and grrrr argh over plotlines, while smiling. I will not abandon the franchise just because I am bothered by writing. I know the characters well enough. Critique is vital to delve into Story.
So I am a Mikey fangirl who has been here since the late 1980s. Now, I am a B-Team fangirl. If I am to love Donnie, it is in context of his relationship with Mikey. Same with the other brothers. And Donnie has been Flanderized. He began as the family engineer. Then he became the family everything else. The writers piled it on him. No writing Raph or Mikey as the medic. Just “Donnie is the best, he will fix it, watch him have nervous breakdowns, no big deal.” And we have Mikey, on whom the writers piled the comedy. “Mikey is the silly one, what do you mean he has emotional depth, he’s the comedian, he’s the goofy one, we don’t need to explore his potential emotional trauma, just make him act stupid.”
But watch Mikey in the back, subtly saving the world and the writers shrugging it off. Donnie was never meant to be a damn polymath and Mikey was never meant to be a class clown. To put them together and play off their neurodivergent minds has been a fanfiction pleasure.
I will not apologize for being blunt and assertive. We watch great shows that we see problems with, and we talk about those problems in these forums to learn what not to do as writers and artists. If you are not a creative and all you can say is “stop watching the show because your complaining annoys me” then I will ignore you and keep watching this wonderful show and make headcanons. Mikey may never be the hero we want and Leo will still be the golden boy and Donnie will still be the fandom darling and Raph will be the sexy bad boy. We write fanfiction to ease the mental voices crying “But but but what if this”.
I don’t understand the Donnie fangirls who are sad that Donnie isn’t getting enough screen time when we know he always gets screen time, but I sympathize. Because Mikey is reduced to poor jokes, catch phrases, butt monkey suffering.
Maybe the family never thanks him because it’s unspoken. Maybe they are perfectly aware of Mikey’s capabilities. But we’d like to see them hug him and praise him visibly. It would be great to show it.
This isn’t the Leo And Raph show featuring Donnie with recurring Mikey with special guest star Psionic April and her telekinesis.
I have the power to voice my complaints and my love at the same time. I will watch every episode with fervor and purpose. Maybe you should stick to your method and stop poorly dragging mine through the mud.
(and also, @donniedrinkscoffee, since you asked specifically to be tagged if I ever sequeled this.)
Donnie knows there’s tenseness, between him and Leo, after
he kills Vizioso. He feels it in the glances his brother gives him, and sees
the wide birth he’s granted when they’re in a room together. He hears it in the
tone Leo addresses him with during training, and notices in the light pats on
his shoulder in the rare moments Leo will touch him.
Donnie doesn’t care.
His weapon is clean again, blade sheathed until he needs it
once more. The Don’s body has long since been removed from the hotel, carted
off to a morgue and then a gravesite. Said hotel has long since been closed
down; due to the amount of damage they’d done to it during the fight with
Donnie’s hands have been scrubbed clean, and he’s continued
his nightly life with his friends and family.
He doesn’t care that Leo still looks at him. Still looks at him, soft horror and deep
confusion in each of those looks.
He doesn’t care that sometimes his hands will clench
suddenly, and remember the sensation of slicing through Vizioso’s throat. He’s
killed before, oh has he killed, but
never with such intention. Not against an ordinary human, as powerful the Don
might have been with money and sway.
Notes: Have some protective and badass as fuck Donnie, because we all need a little bit of Donnie in our lives. Thanks to the nonnie who requested!! ily <3
Warnings: Swearing, kidnap, and my bad asf puns
Prompt: “How about something with ether Rapheal or Donatello where they’re in a secret relationship with y/n (his brothers don’t know y/n or about the relationship). One night they go to check out some criminal activity they find that y/n has been taken hostage in an attempt to draw out their boyfriend.”
Word count: 958
Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3
It’d been 2 months since you and Donatello had first started dating. You’d known him for only a little over that, but as soon as you met –as cliché as it sounds- you knew what you both felt for each other was special. Fate, destiny – whatever you would call it, it brought you and your purple-masked boyfriend together, and you couldn’t thank the universe enough for that.
One fault in this loving relationship: he hadn’t told his family about you yet. Granted he was a mutant turtle, and you were a human girl, and coming out of the shadows about your relationship to a whole family of mutants needed time, and it had to be done delicately. He told you, one wrong move and you could potentially never be together again.
Midterms. The bane of your existence. You weren’t as intelligent as your brainbox boyfriend (who was?) and you needed all the help you could get. So you planned a study session before your big biology exam, which would probably turn into a make-out session. Who knows?
You had all the stuff you needed out, books, equipment, more books, snacks, and mints. Obviously.
You had waited for about an hour, Donnie was usual as punctual as he could get, considering he had to make up an excuse to his family, but an hour was late for him. Understandably, you began to worry, but your worry dispelled when you heard the familiar knock on the window. Grinning from ear to you opened your curtains and pushed the window open. No one was there? Frowning, you poked your head out to get a better look outside.
Wrong move. Your neck was gripped, and a white clothe covering your mouth. You dare not breathe in. You knew what this was. So you struggled with all your might, with your last, probably dying, breath. You hit the person, over the head with your arms, but they were grabbed as well by another pair of arms. You gasped, the feeling of the tip of a blade against your spine made your eyes widen.
The people whispered ruthless threats in your ear as they tossed you out of the window and into some more arms. That’s all you felt for a while, dragging you down the fire escape before you didn’t feel anything. You didn’t see anything. Everything was numb and cold.
He searched for you for days. He got there too late. He should’ve been there to protect you. But he wasn’t. He regrets it all. Agreeing to help Mikey, agreeing to help Raph, agreeing to help Leo. He helped everyone, but you. The person he promised to protect for the rest of his life.
He scoured every rooftop, every building, all of the deserted alleyways. No sign of you.
He hacked into every camera in your area, and he would the whole city if he had to. He needed you back. He was going crazy. He was crazy without you.
Then one night, he’d finally come clean to his worried brothers, who had bombarded his control room and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. But he had no clue. For once in his life, Donatello had no idea what to do.
So he told them what had happened, he told them of your relationship and most importantly, he told them how much you meant to him.
So as a team, they searched the city. Leo gave him faith. He told his younger brother not to lose hope, because you definitely had not given up on him.
The turtle brothers still had to do their job however, and protect the city at all costs. So when they got note from April of criminal activity at the docks, the team got to work.
That’s where he found you. Hunched over a chair, passed out, bloody and bruised. Rage filled his veins.
How dare they lay a finger on you? How dare they take the love of his life away from him? He snapped. He charged recklessly, his red-banded brother following close behind.
Donatello didn’t know what he was doing, but he was not stopping until you were safely in his arms again. He would’ve been able to as well until he felt a gun to his temple. His brothers stopped, eyes widening at what they were witnessing.
“Weapons, down,” The obvious ringleader snickered at the turtle brothers. Donatello turned so the gun pointed directly at his forehead. “Now.” He ordered, staring into Donatello’s eyes.
“Do it guys.” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the shorter man in front of him. Pushing up his glasses, he took a step forward, dropping his Bo staff on the ground. He heard the clatter of his brothers’ weapons falling too.
This was it. The make or break moment.
“Give me the memory stick, and you can go, and so can your little broad.” His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. He knew who they were. He stole data from their company and they came to get it back. “We know you have it with you. Give it to us, freak.”
And he did, but not before kicking the man under his feet, and tossing the gun into the water. Donnie looked around at his brothers, who had already knocked all of the other men out. Perfect. He threw the memory stick at the ringleader and gripped his collar.
“Remember what happened here before you attack the people I love again.”
With that, he took long strides towards you and picked you up.
Notes: FLUFFFFFF and also this might be the last part idk
Word count: 1286
Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3
Swivel chairs are so much fun, especially the one in
Donnie’s control room. You were wrapped in a mutant turtle sized blanket with a
hot coco and [P/N] watching Donnie work, mainly because you wanted to gain a
little intelligence from him before you left and you were also ignoring Raph.
You’d had gotten over what had seen hours after it had
happened and he had forgiven you for interrupting his private time.
But then he had to go and yell at you again. Although this
time, it was for a pretty good reason.
Splinter had reluctantly allowed you to go to the surface
with the brothers. Usually, he didn’t let you out of his sight because he
didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Protective dad mode: activated.
Whilst up on the surface, Mikey and you decided to play a game of hide and seek
whilst waiting for any disturbances. It was Mikey’s turn to seek, so you ran
and hid under a giant water tower that was covered by a shed.
You just didn’t know whether it was that the brothers were
extremely bad seekers, or you were an exceptionally great hider. But it took
them hours to find you, since you’d fallen asleep under the water tower.
That’s right, you’d fallen asleep during hide and seek, in a
great hiding spot.
Nothing could go wrong, right?
Raphael was pissed. Even though he’d never admit it to himself,
he’d grown quite attached to you and your bickering with him. If anything
happened to you, he’d never forgive himself. One particular moment whilst you
were staying with them really put things into perspective for Raph. He had
gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and you were sat
up watching the TV on mute wrapped in a blanket.
When the couch dipped under you, you jumped and snapped your
head towards him.
“Raph! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You swatted his
arm and made a pouty face. That made him chuckle. In turn, that made you smile.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You shook your head no, yawning into your
“Please stay there.” You mumbled sleepily. You really hadn’t
realised how tired you actually were until you leant up against him. Feeling
him stiffen, you rested your head on his plastron and closed your eyes. That
relaxed him slightly, but he wasn’t used to this. It was probably because you
were tired, and he didn’t really want to move either. This was nice.
“Do you miss it?” he spoke softly after a while, licking his
lips, and looking down at you.
“Miss what, Raphie?” his eyes widened, and he coughed
slightly, turning to the side as heat rose to his cheeks. Raphie. Why weren’t you tired more often? This was great.
“Home, your home. Don’t you miss it?” you didn’t speak for a
while, so he simply assumed you’d fallen asleep.
“Play with my hair. Please.” You mumbled again, yawning as
you gripped his large hand and put it on your head. Raph hesitated before
running his fingers through the delicate locks, sighing contently. You’d
slipped down his plastron very slowly, and your head was now in his lap, facing
away from him. “Of- of course I miss it. It’s home, but I wouldn’t change
coming here, not at all. I wouldn’t have met you guys. I- I wouldn’t have met
you. This time I spent here, is more than anything money could buy, I have to
cherish the time I have here, because I- I don’t know when I’m going back.”
Raph stopped for a second. ‘Going back.’
You had to leave at some point. This wasn’t your home. He silently hoped that
Mikey was right, that this was kind of like Narnia in the sense that he didn’t
have to let you go, and when he did, your time together would be over anyway.
“Nice way to think of it…” he mumbled. When he heard your
heavy breathing, he knew you’d finally fallen asleep. He reached over to the
remote and switched the TV off, so you both were now in complete darkness.
It was a simple kiss on the temple. He didn’t know why he
did it. He blamed the timing. It was 2 AM for crying out loud. But secretly, he
did it for him. Little did he know however, you did feel it. You weren’t fast
asleep yet, but when you felt him lean down, and felt his soft lips on the side
of your head, your eyes were snapped open. Not that he could see that. Raph
left you to sleep after that, but it’s not like either of you got much.
After that night, you were both a little kinder to each
other. You still bickered (a lot), but you both caught each other stealing glances at
one another, laughing more than usual at each others jokes, sitting next to
each other during meals or when watching movies. You created a bond that night,
and you doubted it’d ever be broken. So when Raph found you lying under the
water tower, he assumed the worst. Grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you, and when you snapped awake and he realised you’d just fallen asleep, he
He yelled at you about how careless you were, and how you
could’ve gotten yourself killed. You shouted back just as much, and when the
brothers found you, you left ahead with Donnie whilst Leo and Mikey tried to
calm Raph down.
What shocked you the most though, is when he came to
apologise first. He came with a small box in his hands to your makeshift couch
bedroom, where he sat in the same place he did that night, and shifted
“Yes?” you’d said rather rudely to him, your eyes still on
the TV in front of you. It took every fibre of his being for Raph not to retort
back at you for your tone of voice, and he simply placed the box next to you.
“Open it.” Raising your eyebrow, you lifted the box and
opened it, rolling your eyes in his direction. That should annoy him, and it
did. But when you saw the small bonsai tree in the box, your eyebrows knitted
“You got me a plant?”
“A tree, but yes.”
You stayed silent, examining the small item. Raph stayed
just as silent, nibbling at his lower lip to stop his from saying something
“I can’t even take care of myself, what makes you think I’ll
be able to take care of a plant?”
“A tree.” Raph grumbled, sitting up straighter and taking the
bonsai out of your hands. He placed it on the table and picked you up, with one
arm, and sitting you on his lap. “Do not move.” He was staring into your eyes,
so you knew he was serious. “You’re not supposed to take care of yourself. I
am. I’m here to protect and care for you.” You swallowed, not daring to say
anything. “I- I- like you a hell of a lot [Y/N], and I might not show it most
of the time, or at all, but I don’t want to see you hurt. You really fucking
freaked me out earlier when you-” Cliché, but you cut him off with your lips
against his and your arms around his neck.
“Tell me all the sappy stuff later, Raphie, just kiss me now okay?”