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Rise April Challenge 19: Baby

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A thick blanket had been thrown over the cold tile floor of the kitchen, images of dinosaurs and volcanoes spread across its surface. A few stuffed animals and some of Donnie and Mickey's old fidget toys had been spread across the blanket. Mikey lay on his stomach, his upper half resting on the blanket while the rest of him hung off.  

The box turtle stared wide eyed at the four small forms crawling around on the blanket in awe.

When Draxum had called and explained that Mikey’s brothers had been transformed into children, Mikey had thought that he had meant ten to twelve. Not literal babies.

He could hear Splinter and Draxum arguing in the room over, but from what he could tell it was mostly just worried shouting with a few insults. Nothing that really needed Dr Feelings’ supervision. Besides, he was too busy staring at the little baby turtles crawling around on the floor.

They were so... tiny. Leo and Donnie could sit in Mikey's cupped hands, and while Raph was a bit too big for that, being twice the height of the other two. Mikey wondered how their dad had raised them without worrying about stepping on them.

Raph was currently chewing on the paw of a teddy bear, that he was cuddling with. Donnie had gotten hold of one of Mikey's old slinkies and was rolling it forward and back from where he sat with a look of very serious concentration. Leo on the other hand was giggling and trying to work the buttons on a fidget cube but that was the size of his chest. Mikey just stared at his little brothers.

Little brothers. Mikey had little brothers.

Holy cow, Mikey was a Big Brother!  

The thought made him squeal with overwhelming giddiness and excitement. He knew that this wasn’t going to last very long, Draxum had said that they should be fine by tomorrow, but still!

Donnie made a small quacking bark as he pushed the slinky too hard and it rolled farther away. The baby turtle wobbly stood up and stumbled towards the toy.  Leo stopped and looked over at the noise and, seeing his brother, he dropped the cube and crawled over. Just as Donnie had reached his toy, Leo stood up and with a smile and a loud squeal, leaned forward and fell on his brother in a hug/tackle. Donnie yelped and grunted as he tried to wiggle out from under his red eared brother.  

The noise broke Raph of his cuddle with his teddy bear. He stood and walked over to his brothers, much steadier than the younger two. He leaned over the wriggling mass and wrapped his arms around them and picked the twins up and held them to his chest, which just made the noise louder.

Raph then looked over at Mikey and held up Donnie and Leo with a proud look on his face while the other two just stared.  

Mikey wasn’t going to make it! This was it!  

The now eldest sat up and reached over, grabbed them all and placed his brothers in his lap. Donnie had settled and seemed resigned to the cuddle fest and just glared at them all. Leo settled across his twin’s back, rubbing his cheek across Don’s soft shell, and closed his eyes. Raph just sat up and swung his tail back and forth letting out happy chuffing purrs. Mikey just smiled and tried to keep from squirming in joy. Then he reached over and grabbed his phone, opening the camera.

He was going to tease them so much when they were fixed!

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Rise April Challenge 16: Mask

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(This is a bit of a long one, but I think it’s worth it. Also, I go to make April say “bitch” so that’s fun. Warning: Feels Ahead!)

The Boys were acting weird. Which was quite a feat considering that they were mutant turtles, trained in the art of Ninja-ing. April wasn't even counting the fact that they were teenagers. In April's experience, all teens were weird. So yeah, the boys were acting stranger than normal. 

It started when she went to meet them on the roof of her current job. Raph arrived first and gave his lovely snaggle tooth grin. 

"Hey, big guy!" She calls out, waving him over to sit next to her by the small wall that went around the edge of the roof. "The others on their way?" 

"They stopped by Run of The Mill to get us some pizza." He said, sitting down and crossing his legs. 

"Cool." She responded and opened her phone, expecting Raph to do the same. 

But when she looked up a few seconds later he was staring at his lap, the place where his eyebrows should have been furrowed in concentration. He was thinking very hard about something, and when Raph was thinking hard about anything it was normally meant bad news. 

"You good over there, Boss Man?" April asked. The mutant jumped a little and snapped his head towards her, a big smile twisting his face. 

"Yep! I'm good! Why wouldn't I be good? I'm the best at being good!" Raph said, words rushing out like water out of a firehose. 

...Yeah, something was definitely wrong. April put her phone down and turned to face him. 

"Come on, bud. What's going on?" she asked and tried to look him in the eyes, even as the snapper nervously turned his head away from her. "You always say that you're here for all of us, no matter what. And you know that we would do anything for you."  

Raph softened at the girl's words. He shifted and squirmed, and though it was hard to tell with his green skin, April thought she saw him blushing. She waited and didn't look away, trying to project a calm and loving aura. The turtle finally sighed and faced her. 

"I'm Ok, April. Raph promises." His smile was softer now, more real and relaxed, and April knew that that was the best she was going to get. She patted his arm, scales smooth on her hand. 

"Alright, but just know that we're here if you need help. Or if you just need to talk." She leaned back against the wall and picked up her phone again. It's best not to push her friend unless he really needs it. 

"What's your favorite color?"  

The question was sudden and so different than what they had just been talking about it took a few seconds for April's brain to process it. 

"...It's yellow, why-" She was cut off by a loud whoop and the sound of skateboard wheels, and when she looked over Leo was jumping over from the neighboring roof with a pizza box in his arms. The skateboard flipped under him and rolled across the roof as he landed next to them. Mikey and Donnie shortly appeared next to him, 

"It's Pizza Time!" Leo yelled and that was just enough of a distraction that by the time they were all settled, April had forgotten the strange question.

-

The second time was with Leo. 

They were having a makeover day, with different types of eyeshadows, blush, and nail polish spread all over the living room table. It was hard doing make-up on someone who was green, but Leo looked great if April did say so herself. They were munching on candy and watching some stupid internet challenge video, while waiting for their nails to dry when Leo asked the question. 

"So what do you use for your pigtails?" She blinked and turned to him. 

"What do you mean?" Leo had his look that he always used when he wanted to look natural but was really after something. 

"Just, you know, you always complain about how hard your hair is to style. But it always looks fabuloso, So, you know, I just wanted some tips." Leo flashed his sparkling teeth at her like it would distract her from how weird his question was. 

"You don't even have hair. What do you need tips for?" 

"Casey said that Mikey had hair in the future. I'm hoping it will grow in." April narrowed her eyes at Leo, who was examining his nails with a clearly fake casualness.  

Well... it wasn't like it was personal or anything. 

"I can't wear hair ties because my hair is too thick, they always snap and they're a pain to use. I normally just use some ribbons to tie them up." Leo smirked 

"Wow. You're sweet, strong, pretty and with a bow on top!" April shoved him away.  

"Oh, come on that was a "ribbon" good one." Uuuhhhh, why her?! 

"Ow! Alright, alright I'll stop "ribbon" on you. OW! Ok, I'll stop! Wait hold on-WAIT! APRIL, I'M SORRY! UNCLE! UNCLE!"

-

Next time was with Donnie.  

April knew the soft shell had problems with boundaries, they've had to have several interventions to explain to Donnie that "It doesn't matter if you think you know better, you can't mess with our stuff without asking." Or "I know that you wanna keep us safe, but you can't tag track us without telling us." But it was normally alright. Donnie just needs some help understanding some things, and he usually said he was sorry, even if he still insisted that he was in the right. But April had thought that Donnie at least understood the basics of social etiquette, like not digging through a girl's closet without asking! 

But when she entered her bedroom after a long day of work, there he was: sifting through her shirts with his back facing her, and with a pile on the bed that was not there when she left. 

April closed her eyes, took a deep breath in, held it, and slowly let it out and relaxed her shoulders. She gently set down her backpack and opened her eyes. 

Then she took a flying leap and tackled Donnie to the ground. 

"OW! APRIL?! You're home early. How was- OW!" April wrestled the turtle into a chokehold, holding him down as he struggled, and she hit his chest with all the rage she could muster.  

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU ASSHOLE?!" 

"Wait! April, Stop! I can explain-" 

"EXPLAINE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" 

"Currently, I'm being beaten by a small, angry, teen-" 

"YOU DON'T JUST GO TROUGH A PERSON'S CLOSET! THAT OFF LIMITS!" 

"It wasn't like I was looking for your underwear! I was just looking at your shirts!" 

April stopped and glared down at Donnie squirming in her arms.  

"You got one chance to say something that will fix this, or I will be giving Leo an airhorn, and telling Mikey that you need more therapy." Donnie stilled. 

"You wouldn't." 

"You wanna test that?" April said, gritting her teeth. "Try me, Bitch."  

Donnie sighed in defeat. 

"I just wanted to get a sense for your style." 

What the heck? April let go of Donnie and crossed her arms. 

"Why?" 

"Style is an important part of expressing yourself, it reflects how you want others to see you, as well as what other factors like personality, overall mood, values-" They were getting too far off topic. 

"Yeah, I get all that. But why do you wanna know all that?" 

"...To be a better friend..." Donnie said with a fixed and stiff smile. April didn't stop glaring. Donnie drew back a little but stopped. The smile dropped and was replaced by a regretful look. "I'm sorry, April. I get that I was wrong and shouldn't have done that. I swear that I wasn't doing it to invade your privacy and I do have a reason. I just... can't tell you right now. But I promise I will! And I also promise that I will never do this again." 

April sighed and uncrossed her arms. She was still angry, but she had an apology and Donnie did promise. 

"Fine. But this is the only warning you'll get, and you owe me big time." 

Donnie smiled, a real one this time. It was soft and grateful, and felt so sincere that it threw her for a loop when she saw it. It didn't feel like it matched the situation at all. 

"Of course. Anything you want."

-

The third time was with Mikey.  

She had woken up in the middle of the night to find him hanging upside down outside her window, tapping on the glass. She stumbled out of bed, and towards the window to open it. 

"Mikey? What are you doing? It's late." 

"Sorry, I just needed to ask you something." 

... 

... 

Why did it have to be April? 

She thought about just slamming the glass in his face and going to bed, but, knowing Mikey, that would not deter him. So, she just sighed. 

"What is it?" The turtle dug around in his pockets and shoved two small squares of fabric in her face.  

"Which do you like better?" He asked, smile never leaving his face. She was too tired of this, but she still reached out and felt the squares. 

"This one," she said holding one up. Mikey took them back and nodded. 

"Great. Thanks, April. Night." He vanished into the shadows and was gone. 

April shut the window and fell to bed, too sleepy to care what on earth that was all about.

-

The last time, it was with all of them. 

A few days later, she walked into the living room and found the four brothers sitting on the floor in silence. 

Raph had called April a few minutes and asked her to head down to the lair as soon as she could, that it was important. He had said that nothing was wrong when she had asked, but with the way they were all gathered in a semicircle with serious looks on their face it felt like they wear going to tell her someone died. 

What was happening?!

April walked and sat down with a thump in front of them and narrowed her eyes. The tension in the room was thick, but she wasn’t going to back down from whatever this was. She would face it head on and beat it into submission. She wouldn’t run, not from her friends, not from whatever this was. 

“What’s going on?” she asked, staring into each of their eyes. They stared back. 

“We wanted to give you something,” Raph said, sounding calm and centered. But there was a lilt to his voice, a quake that made him sound... nervous? 

The red turtle reached behind him and handed over a flat white box. April took it and saw Mikey wriggle out the corner of her eye.   

This felt... big. Like some kind of old sacred ritual. It felt as though there was something else in the room, a presence that made every move seem purposeful and heavy. It made her hair stand on end.  

April placed the box in her lap and looked at the brothers. Each of them was turned away and... blushing? 

Screw it. She’d just have to rip the Band-Aid off. 

She opened the box. 

Inside, was a mask.  

She froze when she saw it, its long tails spread out and the eye holes stared back at her. 

It was yellow.  

“What’s your favorite color?” 

She reached down and touched it. She knew this fabric. 

“Which of these do you like better?” 

That wasn’t all that was in the box though. There were also two long, green ribbons, knotted at the ends, and strung through a beaded charm, that glinted in the light. It was the symbol of the Hamato Clan. 

“We were thinking you could use them for your hair.” Leo said, his eyes locked on the floor and skin a bright pink when April whipped her wide eyes up to look at him. “Because you can’t wear the mask all the time like us.”  

"So, what do you use for your pigtails?" 

“We wanted to make sure it could be something you could wear without it looking out of the ordinary for you.” Donnie added, scratching the back of his hand. 

"I just wanted to get a sense for your style."  

April looked down at the box in her hand. Her hands trembled. 

This was-

Her vision blurred. 

So, all this time it was-  

Her throat went tight. 

She had called them her brothers before, had called them her family. But she had always worried that she was wrong, that it was just her that felt like that. But this was an undeniable confirmation that yes, you are Hamato. You are our sister. We love you.

“It’s ok if you don’t want-” She lunged forward before that sentence could be finished and wrapped them in a hug. She clung to them desperately, trying to pull them closer and closer. She buried her face in someone's chest and sobbed. Tears and snot ran down her face as she kept whispering: “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you, thank you.” over and over again. 

The mask lay on one floor, having fallen out of its box, and the two charms glinted like distant stars. All the while, the Hamato Clan children hugged and cried together. 

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April Rise Challenge 13: Umbrella

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Leo had been reading one of his comics when Donnie had barged in with a wide look in his eye.

“Woah, Hermano,” Leo said, catching his twin as he almost slipped and fell.  “What's got you in such a rush?”

Donnie's wide eyes turned to the slider, and he bared his teeth in an excited smile.

“Leo, it’s a Rain Day.”

Leo froze, and then his eyes bulged out.

“Really?! You’re sure?”

“Even if it wasn’t for my super advanced and accurate weather predicting system, I can see the storm clouds.” Leo broke into a smile and let go of Donnie so we could hop from foot to foot, whooping loudly.  

Rainy days were not unusual in any sense of the word. But Rain Days were different. They were only held on days when the water came down in sheets and the thunder rolled loud enough to drown out the city traffic. Rain Days only happened when there was a storm, and they were the best brother tradition the four of them had.

“How long do we have?” Leo asked, already looking around for his raincoat.

“About two hours,” Donnie responded. “So, we need to be ready in an hour and a half to get there in time. You-”

“Yeah yeah! I got this!” Leo cut in, scouring under the bed for his umbrella. “Take care of your own stuff, Tello!”

Donnie shrugged and rushed out of the room to get ready on his own. Leo felt giddy as he ran around, for once mad at himself for not keeping his room cleaner.

-

Within the hour, the four turtle brothers were all gathered at start of a long sewer tunnel. They were all dressed in rubber raincoats with either hoods or in mickey's case a rain hat. Raph had a bag under his arm that held towels and snacks, and each of them had a different colored umbrella. Mikey was bouncing on the balls of his feet, gleeful and unable to stand still.

“We all told dad where we’re going, right?” Raph asked glancing around.

“Of course,” Donnie said.

“Then let’s go already!” Mikey yelled, breaking into a sprint down the tunnel. The others quickly followed suit, whooping and hollering in excitement and anticipation.

It didn't take them long to reach the end of the tunnel where a large sewer grate was swung partially open. They all slowed as they neared it, allowing their noises to fade away into a heavy almost silence. They listened closely, but despite the heavy gray sky and the smell of electricity in the air, all they could hear was the distant sounds of the city.  

Raph reached out push the gate the rest of the way open stepping in the fresh air, and walking out of the tunnel to be bathed in the bit of sunlight that could peek through the wall of clouds above. The others followed behind, pulling their jackets tighter at the frosty cold.  

The outside of the tunnel was a long concrete canal that was far away from the rest of the city. The brothers walked silently down watching their breath appear in the cold air and float upwards. There was a rumble of thunder, and the boys stopped and waited. Leo felt the first drop of water land on his nose.

“It’s starting.” Leo said, and Mikey squealed in excitement. They all opened their umbrellas and continued walking.

By the time they reached their destination the rain had been consistently falling for a couple of minutes. A strange drum of water meeting plastic meeting each of their ears as the umbrellas prevented them getting wet.

Their destination was a small ladder that went up the side of the canal. Raph had already started climbing it, but Mikey couldn't wait any longer and simply ran up the side. Leo wanted to roll his eyes at his brother's enthusiasm, but he didn't want to be a hypocrite, so simply followed Raph up.  

On the top of the canal there was a singular huge tree, the last of the autumn leaves still clinging to its branches. In front of it was a shallow pit that they had dug when they were younger. It was big enough that Raph could lay down inside of it without having his feet hanging out. The bottom of it was coated with smooth rocks, and it was already filling with a shallow amount of rainwater. Mikey was sitting up in the branches of the tree, his umbrella hanging upside-down by its hook while he smiled down at them. The remaining three brothers sat beneath the tree branches and watched the sky, quietly waiting for the real rain to start. It didn't take long.

The sky opened and dumped the water down, thunder rolled loud enough to drown out the noise of the city, and the wind blew so hard that their umbrellas quickly became useless. Leo threw his up to Mikey who hung it upside down on a different branch than his own, which was already overflowing creating waterfalls down to the ground. The other two umbrellas swiftly followed. They hung like ornaments, catching the rain. It was a good thing that Donnie had reinforced all their umbrellas so they wouldn't break under the weight of the water.  

Once it was done Leo turned to the shallow pit which was filling up quite nicely. He smiled, stood up, walked to the edge, turned around and spread his hands.

“RAIN DAY!” he yelled, and on cue the thunder roared. Leo leaned back, allowed gravity to take hold, and fell shell first to the man-made pond.

The water was shockingly cold, and Leo was going to need a good cup of coffee after this was all done, but it felt heavenly.  

No matter how old they got, or how human they could act, some part of the Hamato brothers would always be turtles. It was a fact that could have been uncomfortable if they had not grown up with it. And on Rain Days four would allow themselves to be weak and indulge in the joy that rain brought to their amphibious minds.

As Leo sat up from the water, he heard his brother's yell and watched as Mikey ran and jumped into the water that came up to the box turtle’s knees.

Mickey wasn't an aquatic species of turtle, but for some reason he still loved Rain Days. Maybe it was simply hanging out with his brothers, or maybe he just enjoyed the rain for a normal reason. It didn't really matter.  

The youngest brother yelped and jumped at the temperature, making Leo laugh. While the other was distracted, the slidder reached over the side of the pit and grabbed a fistful of wet sticky mud. He aimed slowly as Mikey tried to get feeling back in his feet, and just when the orange turtle turned to him, Leo hurled it right into his face. It landed with a wet splat and Leo laughed at the look on his brother's face.

“So... You have chosen war, brother?” Mikey asked, and Leo knows he should be afraid but all he can do is smile and meet the challenge.

“Bring it.”

-

The day is spent with the four of them flinging mud and each other and splashing in the achingly cold water, and by the end of it they're all shivering with slightly blue fingers. And towards the end as the storm dies down, they all lie on their backs with their eyes closed underneath the old tree and feel the droplets fall on their faces until they decide to go home.

When they get back home, covered in mud and soaked to the bone, they'll take a lukewarm bath and sit with a hot drink under their heating lamp slowly bringing feeling back into their limbs. And the week will be filled with them complaining about their runny noses and how cold they all still are. But in the end, they'll be back to that old tree and shallow pit on the next Rain Day.

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(Sorry I haven't been keeping up with this, I had a lot of schoolwork that needed to be done. I will be working on catching up with this.)

OHMYGODDD??? THE PERSPECTIVE AND ALL THE DETAILS AND THE RENDERING IM GOING INSANE RARARARAIGHSGOHIA

Dude this took me forever 🫶💖 but I had fun

Love Mikey 🧡

@asxhse DTIYS

Still working on this! Just had a bout where I had to follow my creative whims so I wouldn't end up with burn out, but I'm here now! With a few finished backgrounds! If you want to remain spoiler free, don't look down there.

Gotta continue work on Leo routes, and my first patch release estimate may have been naive, considering what was six months has dropped down to three in what feels like the snap of a finger. Still, thank you for the questions I have received and the good luck wishes!

Also for those of you who do check out the back ground art, feel free to guess what they're for or where they may be ~

....his shirt seemed a little empty, so...

My babies🥺🥺🥺💙🧡💙🧡💙🧡

Meaningless sketches

about time i shared some of my doodles :P

AND MEEEEE HEHEHEEHE🧡🧡🧡

ROTTMNT 60s AU !!!

UHHHH JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK IN DENIAL ABOUT MY WRITER'S BLOCK

raph

please this man has SOUL

he sings in clubs in new york, he has a record coming out in '67 with his band Raphael and The Digg

his brothers didn't feel like joining the band, so it's up to some talented musician girls he met without a trained main vocalist (digg, with prairie dog, honey badger, and groundhog)

they're super popular in harlem and they make it to charts

raph meets other motown records signees and they always find he's the gentlest of giants

he and his band DESERVES a grammy

leo

he's a surfer !!!

he loves competing in surfing tournaments in long island

the boy's a legend, other surfers think he's a fish at first

if he didn't have separation anxiety for his brothers (a post-kraang headcanon) he would have gone to the west coast where the real competitions are (they never feel like leaving new york for very long)

for now he's happy surfing the coast of long island

he loves when todd surfs with him, his favourite part is the lemonade he gets afterwards

donnie

donatello is OBSESSED with the space race

he managed to hack nasa for rocket blueprints

he got caught and they asked him if he was a communist but there was no found evidence that proved he was so he was let go and his name was cleared

he managed to improve the blueprints he got his hands on and built more efficient rockets, then he used computing tech to make his very own battleshell

he has a super-powered telescope he nicknamed shelldon

donnie predicted the states would win the space race in 1965 because it had something to do with the war, i myself don't know how he used that data point to draw a conclusion

mikey

mikey is such a hippie he has mugshots of his charming smiling face framed to prove it

very anti-war, very pro-civil rights movement, pro-dope and lowkey anti-united states government

he was at the stonewall riots !!!!!

he not only fought for human civil rights, but for mutants too, so that he and his brothers could be acknowledged as citizens

humans turned into mutants are already citizens, but the mistreatment they get is unfair and mikey chose to be a leading pioneer for mutant rights

leo (hesitantly) opened portals for mikey in the south so that he could stand with people of colour in their trying times

misc notes !!

lou jitsu was popular in golden age hollywood, he won many accolades for his films until big mama made it look like he was signed to stay in the battle nexus

jupiter jim films are actually westerns, his name is junebug jim instead

big mama is a big mafia boss woman regardless of the era she's in, though her battle nexus is televised for all ages

instead of becoming criminals, mutants follow mikey's lead protesting for mutant/yokai rights and new york is the first city to acknowledge it

the turtles' beach parties are insane, there's always some people other than the siblings lingering around at midnight

april is the best reporter out there, she reports on the turtles' exploits all the time and she makes mad BANK over it (successful 60s black woman slay)

the foot clan is a cult a lot like the manson family, the turtles hate their guts

baron draxum does the same thing he always did, brood in his lab trying to destroy the humans (that is until mikey gets through to him)

sr. hueso's run of the mill pizza is still the turtles' favourite pizza spot, though the establishment is beachside because he's on good terms with his brother, who mainly does imports

casey jr. is a star hockey player, he also avoids the draft because he's from the future, so the government doesn't have his records

but cass protests against the war with mikey whenever she can, she's also anti-war

donnie also managed to be the first mutant on the moon by his own means, it's been a childhood dream since he saw laika's launch in sputnik 2

aight that's all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed !!

Get that traction gummy!

Villain Rise Mikey Thoughts: Part One

i have already written so much for this one, this is part one of my storyline for a villain mikey au !! i genuinely just spewed thoughts out here, i will continue with a part two eventually <3

i'm making up my own villain mikey as i go because i am craving.

the abandoned at birth trope is a little overdone imo, i love it when i read it for the other turtles but mikey deserves something unique

he felt a little different compared to his brothers, not because he was the youngest... he just felt different.

three year old mikey genuinely didn't want to hurt his brothers, not after he practically launched raph at high speeds toward a wall trying to get a jupiter jim toy out of his hand.

he ran away after that, guilt eating at him for some time until he forgot, then he found the hidden city.

he finds baron draxum and realises he's his other dad, which made the screws already loose in his head rattle a little bit.

draxum trains mikey in the mystic arts safely so that he doesn't hurt himself, which was very loving and tender on his part.

mikey deserved an attentive father, that was something draxum realised when mikey told him what he could remember about splinter.

even though mikey was raised in a decent environment, draxum still wanted to destroy the human race and that warped mikey's thoughts and actions a little bit.

this especially affected his views on getting what he wanted whenever he did, he definitely is a youngest child at heart.

he would start being a delinquent in the hidden city, running away from the police if they caught him loitering or tagging places.

then he moved on to stealing.

coins, unicorns, jewellery, mystic trinkets, you name it.

he used his mystic portals to steal and hoard like a dragon.

while draxum was proud, he created mikey for something bigger than petty thievery, mikey was destined for something greater.

draxum told eleven year old mikey about going back topside, and he did just that, enduring homelessness for a brief period of time before getting a small apartment from all the money he pickpocketed in the financial district of manhattan.

he hated being among humans, seeing their lives as minuscule and pointless– but he never let it show, he always had the mask of a sweetheart.

he witnessed his first murder and for the first time in a while, he wasn't bored.

mikey wondered about upping the ante to his criminal lifestyle, he was growing bored of stealing and he completed his father's training, what kind of human could defend against him ?

he only started with nobodies, people who would be forgotten within a week.

it got his blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. he liked it.

but killing "undesirables" meant little to no money, and mikey has to pay rent. he lives in the bronx after all.

villain mikey likes the thrill of the hunt, he started hunting down drunk people after they leave the bar, sometimes even sober ones just getting off a late shift at work.

it was when he crossed paths with yokai capturing humans that he found interest in keeping one as a pet.

he moves to brooklyn at thirteen to go back to tagging graffiti, sometimes in the oddest of places.

that was around the time his brothers interrupted draxum's experiment and released the oozequitos to new york.

he captured a large sum of oozequitos to give back to his dad, but there were still others that decided to breed and persist.

mikey has no real motive for what he's doing, he's doing what his father asked of him and he wants to appease him, but he regularly has his doubts.

then when draxum teams up with the foot clan, that's when he really questions his dad, if the dark armour is worth all the risks he's taking.

mikey meets big mama and realises she's behind the human trafficking, then asks her if he could have a pet human of his own.

she scoffs and tells him to capture one himself, no kin of draxum should get meddled with her business (after all that happened with the other turtles, if mikey's the one with draxum she's not taking any chances for a temper tantrum)

even though villain mikey's a spoiled brat, he also recognises that if he wants a job done right, he has to do it himself.

mikey moves back to the hidden city to nurse draxum back to health after the dark armour drained his life force.

he finally comes across his brothers again and thinks they're amateur idiots.

he's a bit of a bastard, ignoring his brothers and continuing to do what he does for fun (graffiti, stealing, offing innocents).

a couple years pass and the krang invasion happens.

he put aside his differences with his brothers just for this, he still cares because these are the turtles he was created with, even though their dad is kind of whack compared to draxum (mikey really does love his dad).

mikey suddenly unlocks his ninpo and he's the greatest mystic warrior of his timeline, junior finds it weird he's not with his brothers.

leo explains to junior mikey's not one of them despite his assistance, he's not family.

even though mikey physically turned out fine post-krang, it sickened him seeing his brothers losing to some pesky alien creatures.

the way the krang biomatter clung onto raph, leo, and donnie pissed him off.

it unlocked something wrathful and hideous within him, wiping out the krang and sending their tech back to the prison dimension.

it was a miracle when his three brothers snapped out of their krang possession and they snapped him out of the mystic altered state he was in, golden-eyed and chains lifting the technodrome back into the prison dimension.

even though villain mikey is a lot more skilled in his mystic abilities from years of training under draxum, it took a lot out of him to make a portal that big.

he passed out and his brothers, casey, april, and splinter were beside him when he woke up, but he was so annoyed.

he didn't want to wake up to these assholes.

mikey could barely walk, but floating out meant overexerting himself, so pushing everyone out of the way to get back to draxum it is.

post-krang, he suffers a lot of paranoia and anxiety, almost too much to the point where he chains up draxum when accidentally going into the mystic state.

draxum tells him to go to the market, get some herbs to calm down.

he accidentally comes across a dispensary in the market, getting a few strains and asking if he could have it in the form of tea, since he sees a few yokai smoking the herbs.

he's told he could bake them, that's when he gets interested in baking.

Habits (Mikey x OC)

so i'm collabing with @spoopyblues214 on ao3 for kinktober... i wanted to share my day 4 (teratophilia prompt) oneshot here for a little more reach >:)

NSFW !! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST !!

i'll paste the link on ao3 here (you BETTER read spoopy's chapters too /nf) and !!! i made an ai cover of mikey singing the song this oneshot was named after posted on tiktok :D

Mikey’s casual affair didn’t last more than a month, but he admits it was one of the hottest months of his life so far. She was taller than him by a head, her red scales always shimmered in the lowlight, long white hair cascaded in ringlets down her back, her debauched features are still fresh in his memory, and the thought of sucking on her cock while her pretty hands tugged on his mask tails in a Hidden City alleyway made him grip his knee to keep his leg from bouncing out of control. He took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink at the bar he managed to find outside of Big Mama’s or Masters of Barbarianism territory, the peach flavoured vodka burning his throat briefly. He thought he had a little bit of reflection to do, getting involved with Boss Bruce’s daughter the way he did.

~

“Garçon! Get me a bottle of the finest champagne you got!” The snake at Boss Bruce’s table laughed as the other yokai in the party chuckled amongst themselves, the dinner party in full swing now that the Dons were all gathered together. Señor Hueso once again asked the turtles to assist in serving at his restaurant, this time with only one MoB reservation, and it was for a celebration. Leo couldn’t make it, so Mikey and Hueso were all by themselves for the night, waiting on a large party of eleven. Mikey went to grab the champagne, pouring everyone glasses until Boss Bruce stopped him from pouring one to the only other dragon yokai at the table. “Not her. She's not old enough to drink. But get her whatever she desires.” The boss waved off, turning to a snake beside him and whispering in his ear when he asked a question. Mikey looked at the dragon yokai who looked similar to Boss Bruce, her antlers more polished, and her black formal dress hugged her body just right. Mikey tried his best to look respectfully, waiting for her request with bated breath.

“Get me something that looks like a fruit juice, but mix me a surprise.”

She winked, and Mikey rushed back to the kitchen. He tripped through the door to get to work on mixing her a concoction. Then, he hurried back with a tall glass, cherry heart shaped ice clinking together, pearl dust shimmering in the rose lemonade, and raspberries floated with golden flakes at the top. Present Mikey smiles, remembering how he mixed that drink, it being one of his proudest creations. He had added two shots of Pink Whitney before he placed it upon a silver tray. He brought it back out to rest the glass in front of the gorgeous dragon yokai and her eyes widened at the presentation. Mikey leaned in, his breath fanning against her neck as he spoke, “I didn’t know your preferences, so I added two shots of vodka. This one’s on the house if it’s not to your palate.” Smoke wisped out from her nose and there was a glimmer in her eyes as she looked back at Mikey, who had already gone back to the kitchen to cart the main course to the table, handing out the food with Señor Hueso. To the young lady yokai’s dismay, her father asked for Señor Hueso to tend to her for the rest of the night. Bruce didn't like the way her snout flared when the turtle leaned in, knowing the facial expression all too well. Mikey minded his own business, handing out everyone’s orders and finally getting a break as Hueso double checked if everyone was satisfied.

~

Mikey looked at the dancers in the club, finishing up his peach vodka, sighing to himself when a deer yokai in semi-formal attire sat next to him, ordering a margarita. The bartender looked at Mikey and pointed to his empty drink. The mutant turtle nodded, nudging his glass closer to the bartender’s side. The deer spared a glance at him, deciding to strike conversation. “What brings you here this Friday night?” They queried, and their margarita was placed in front of them, salt sprinkling off the rim. “Boredom.” Mikey isn’t in the mood to talk, not when the deer’s antlers looked too familiar. "Are you sure it's boredom?" They urged as politely as they could, sipping their drink, puckering their lips from the taste. Mikey sighed, looking up at the deer with a forlorn expression. "Mm, I've felt that way before. Let me keep you company for a while."

~

Señor Hueso stepped into the kitchen, dropping his customer service smile to frown at Mikey. “What are you doing?” He waved his bony arms, his accent becoming a little thicker. “What? I served them except for the lady my age, Boss Bruce asked you to take over for her service.” Mikey put his empty glass in the sink, and he started filling up the basin with water, adding a generous amount of dish soap. “She wants to see you when her father and his… colleagues leave.” Hueso went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients to make a fresh dessert. Mikey stiffened and he turned around to stare at Hueso. The skeleton yokai looked back with a face that spoke the obvious. “All the tips are going to you, you know.” He shrugged, turning back to continue making dessert. Mikey immediately stepped back out to gather everyone’s plates, carrying the heavy porcelain in a show of strength, which impressed the party of eleven into quiet applause except for one. The lady dragon yokai smirked and Mikey felt heat spread on his face. He felt like a fool. He stepped back into the kitchen as Señor Hueso finished the plates of dessert, only counting up to ten plates worth of flan with strawberries on the side. “Who didn’t order dessert?” Mikey inquired, raising an eyebrow at Hueso. “Bruce’s daughter. She said she wanted something else. Now go!” Bony fingers gripped the turtle’s arms and pushed him out of the kitchen with the cart full of dessert.

He handed out plates of flan to everyone, but his white sleeve was tugged when he passed by the young lady, and it took some ninja skills to keep his balance, her snout was right by his head as she whispered, “You’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach.” She let go and Mikey had trouble adjusting himself, the cart dragged behind him as he stepped into the kitchen, catching his breath. The Masters of Barbarianism dinner was over, he just had to wait until everyone left. As he washed the dishes he heard the kitchen door open, and he thought it was Señor Hueso until he saw those pretty, manicured red claws grasp the edge of the sink basin, trapping Mikey in front of her. “Hey,” her voice rang in his ears, and he shivered when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his face. “You said your name was Michaelangelo? You introduced yourself at the beginning of dinner.” She grinned, and the turtle could practically feel her jaw clamping down on his shoulder as he–

“You can call me Mikey. What’s your name, sunshine?”

She stopped, separating from Mikey, and more tendrils of smoke flowed from her nostrils, she was seemingly blushing; as close as a blush could get, what with her crimson scales. “That’s not important, you could call me whatever you want, Mikey… Would you care to join me for a night in my father’s hotel? It’s not as big as Big Mama’s but… I think you might like it.” She giggled, reaching to twirl one of Mikey’s mask tails in one of her claws, and he returned the gesture with a slight snap of the thin strap of her dress after he dried his hands. “I’m banned from Big Mama’s hotel actually, so when I’m done here you could lead the way.” He put on his best bedroom eyes and she bit her lip, stepping away to wave. “I’ll be waiting then~”

~

A new glass of peach vodka on the rocks was placed in front of Mikey and he immediately took a swig, letting the deer talk about the reasons why they were at the bar tonight. He listened, watching the yokai down their margarita slowly, watching the way their mouth moved, the way their tongue licked their lips. It was almost sensual. Almost. “You said something about working on the surface, do you have a cloaking brooch?” Mikey asked in mild interest, rubbing the water droplets on the side of his glass. The deer lit up, going on about the origins of how they got their cloaking brooch and how they got to apply for work topside. The turtle mutant watched the way their reddish-brown fur faintly glowed in the neon light of the bar, flashing back once again.

~

“This is it! My father’s going to be out late tonight, so I have the penthouse suite to myself… But we could absolutely go to one of the roomier hotel rooms if you so desire.” The dragon yokai stepped past the bellhop, waving at him and stopping by the front desk. “Whatever’s comfortable for you, angel,” Mikey continued walking with her, stepping in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she pinned him to the wall, locking lips hungrily, savouring the taste of him as he hummed in surprise, his hand moved up the slit of her dress and played with the smooth silk of her panties. She grinned through the kiss, and then the elevator announced they had arrived at the penthouse, waiting for the yokai to punch in the security pin. She pushed the buttons in annoyance, then pulled Mikey out to rush into a bedroom—hers, to be exact—and she locked the door, starting to undress him. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress, reaching behind her to unzip it. The satin fell from her shoulders and stopped at her hips. Mikey urged the dress to fall even further, inching it down her wide hips, past her tail, and she stood in orange satin panties that complemented the scales of her stomach and broad chest. The turtle’s eyes dilated at the sight, his breath wavering before he rushed to finish undressing himself, unbuckled trousers on the floor and dress shirt in wrinkles with his vest across the room.

She began pulling Mikey in for another kiss, but he stopped her, looking her up and down. He admired the way the light hit her scales, the way her tail swished from side to side in anticipation. “I can enhance the mood, if you want?” her manicured claws reached for the remote belonging to her LED lights, turning them on to a blood orange that had Mikey pinning her to the bed when she returned to him, her chest against the Egyptian cotton, knees spread as he kneeled between them, and she gasped at the change in position, panties already forming a wet spot with her pre. The mutant turtle took a mental picture of the view, the way her back arched and how her tail raised readily, the back of her thighs right against his. Her white hair fell over her shoulder when she turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip with sharp canines. Present Mikey gulps down his fourth glass of peach vodka and asks for another one from the bartender. “Before you… do anything… I need to disclose something,” She opened her nightstand, and reached for her hidden bottle of lube. Mikey played with the waistband of her underwear as he sat up. “I’m into whatever you want me to be, beautiful,” he smiled, the gap in his teeth made her snort a bit of smoke, heat rising in her cheeks from the adorable sight. “I’m trans… I surely don’t doubt you know how to work with a dick, considering you look like you got one yourself?” She laughed her blush off, handing Mikey the lube, and he pulled her panties off. He watched the way her cock twitched from the exposure. The orange masked turtle licked his lips and poured lube in his hand, lightly pressing a finger up to the dragon yokai’s clenching hole. She lay on her bed, took deep breaths to relax, and Mikey’s finger dipped in slowly so as to not hurt her. “Anything to please you, angel.”

~

“What did you say your name was? I’m afraid you didn’t introduce yourself,” the deer smiles kindly, leaning on the bar with their head in their hand. “Name’s Angelo,” Mikey hums. The alcohol in his system wasn’t taking effect as fast as the bar he went to last week. He finishes his drink and goes to ask for his fifth... sixth one? Before the deer interjects, asking to get two concoctions of pineapple-orange juice mixed with Don Julio Blanco. “It’s a cocktail I make at home,” the yokai informed, and the bartender handed the two their glasses. Mikey sits up straight, about to protest, but the deer interjects yet again. “It’s also on me, so don’t get your panties in a twist,” they snicker, sipping on their drink. The turtle shrugs, gulping down the drink, grimacing at the new kind of burn in his throat. “Woah, this is strong,” Mikey shook his head, suddenly feeling dizzy as he stared at the ring of condensation on his napkin. It looked a little blurry.

~

“M-Mikey…” The dragon lady yokai gasped, gripping the brick of the wall she leaned against, then reached to tug on the orange fabric of his mask at a particular lick Mikey knew would make her knees buckle. “N-not here… my dad’s colleagues… fuck,” her voice deepened the way Mikey liked, he puffed out his cheeks as he took her in his mouth deeper. He blew her for a minute more before pulling himself off and responding, “Let them see how pretty you look, sunshine, let them know I’m the one that gets you like this,” he churred, nuzzling against her thigh under her skirt, and she trembled while his hands reached to hold hers. The box turtle rubbed his thumbs along the backs of them. Intimately. She pulled them back, but Mikey took that as a sign to lift her up, a feat she had always wondered how he could do considering she was twice his weight. With Mikey now standing, he unbuckled his trousers and spat on his hand. He reached for the tender area right under her tail and stroked her before he plunged a finger inside, a small whine escaping her throat. She panted, looking down at the box turtle mutant with affection in her eyes as the stars were held in his. One hand held her up against the wall while the other jacked her off, and spurts of her essence covered his hand, all while she whimpered and he complimented her to the point where she wanted to become a puddle on the ground.

“You look so pretty when I make you cum, honey!”

“I can’t wait for us to go back to yours so I could stay between your gorgeous legs for as long as I want.”

“We could do this all night if you want to, angelface.”

It all came to fruition when they arrived back in her bedroom, cries of ecstasy leaving her lips as Mikey thrusted into her, desperate groans of passion echoing in the walls. He moved to grasp her white hair, leaning down to bite her neck, his other hand stroked her cock at a steady rhythm matching his pace. He continued whispering filthy things about how he could watch her come undone for hours, how he would love to watch her touch herself knowing he could touch her better, how cute her dislodged scales looked if he scratched or bit too hard, and before she knew it, her juices made a mess of her sheets yet again, while Mikey came inside her, his own cum leaking from her while she hugged her burning pillow, sniffling at the loss of yet another cushion she could easily replace. She quaked, still sensitive from her orgasm, and Mikey pulled away to start getting on with their usual aftercare routine.

~

Mikey is on his seventh drink and he doesn’t know his left from his right, laughing along to every joke the deer yokai told, reciting some of his own, the two seemingly laughing at nothing. The bartender told them she would hold off on serving them unless they leave or sober up, so Mikey stood from his bar stool, blinking up at the deer yokai who decided to stand with him. That’s when he gets the urge to go for what he had been thinking about all night. “Why don’t we go back to my hotel room, angel?” He slurred with a wink and a grin, standing a little closer to the blushing red stag. “As long as we sober up… you’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach,” they giggle, adjusting their black dress, linking arms with Mikey as they walk out of the bar. The mutant box turtle looks up, blinking, seeing red scales instead of fur in his haze, a smile playing on his lips as the two retire from the bar for the night. “That’s what I like to hear, sunshine."

I saw this on Pinterest and immediately thought of these dorks

Leo and Raph: become God

Mikey and Donnie:defeat God

Mikey and Leo:befriend God

Raph and Donnie:scares God

Donnie and Leo:confuses God

Mikey and Raph:Gods favorites

HOT SOUP! (I Am Not Coping)

Just a silly little guy performing silly little unsafe and potentially unethical science experiments 💖

twin sense, part 2

part 1 || next

Nickelodeon Cartoon Universe released a New Rise Video. Y’all know what to do.

Let’s blow it up!!!

Raphael, Leo, Donnie and Splinter in a small emergency meeting about Draxum's hamster (which died because Leo bit on it and because Donnie screamed and Leo sat on it)

Raphael: How do we give him the bad news?

Donnie: What a mess Leo killed the little rat with legs.

Leo: No, of course not. He was able to throw me off a roof. What do you think he'll do when he finds out I killed his hamster?

Splinter: I'll give the news.

...

Mikey and Draxum painting pictures. Splinter approaches.

Splinter: What are you doing, Draxum.

Draxum: Painting a picture of the family because Dr. Feelings is obliged to.

A more or less decent painting of the family and a hamster.

Splinter: Delete the hamster and you from the photo.

draxum:.....

Mikey:...

May honey, the Draxum hamster that April gave her, rest in peace.

How does Draxum's hamster look or looked here (I call it honey because of its color and help from Mikey)

it's nice to draw them

Its them!!! I love pb&j duo so much I can’t

drew them as turtle tots cause the designs are nice :]