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I read your master list and saw that you write for TMNT, I was wondering if you could do TMNT 2012 (if you don't do that version then feel free to choose whichever you like and feel comfortable with) with a younger sister who has super strength? Example: reader can kick an enemy and basically send them flying across a wall or throw a punch that can knock their enemy's teeth out easily.
Hope this isn't much 😊💖
[TMNT] ⸝⸝★ TMNT ୭ ˚. & Younger sister! Reader
Contains: Mild Language, Fighting, Angst, Fluff
A/N: I haven't gotten a TMNT request so congrats on being the first one to request it! So here is some headcannons to read that lowkey suck balls cause my tired ass is side eyeing my work
Summary: The turtles with a younger sister with super strength
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ TMNT ୭ ˚.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When Splinter first found the turtles, you were the smallest of the five hatchlings tiny, squeaky, and always trying to crawl on top of someone
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When the mutagen spilled, something about your DNA and body developing hit differently. While your brothers grew into different sizes… you became the strongest. Physically, the strongest mutant of all five
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter truly had no idea at first. You were just this tiny baby turtle, toddling around the lair with big eyes and wobbly legs yet somehow managing to knock over literally everything in your path without even trying. At first he thought you were just… clumsy
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Then the hugging started. Every time Baby You waddled over with your arms up, Splinter would lean down to scoop you into a gentle hug, only to get launched flat onto his back with a soft oof! because you squeezed just a little too hard
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He never got upset; he would lie there staring at the ceiling, questioning how something so small could hit with the force of a freight train
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Playing with Raph was even worse. He’d sit on the floor with a toy car, ready to show you something “cool,” and you’d get excited, reach out, tap him, and accidentally send him flying across the room. And there he’d lie, blinking, dazed, mumbling, “...okay, she’s strong.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. If you ever crawled onto Leo during training when you two were still younger, the poor boy’s legs would instantly buckle. He’d try to keep his stance, trembling like a baby deer on ice, smiling through the pain “I’m… fine… totally… fine…”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie, of course, was fascinated. He’d hand you safe little objects just to see what you’d do. You’d tap them curiously, and they’d snap, crack, or dent in your tiny hands. Donnie would gasp not in fear, but pure scientific delight
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Then there was Mikey. He thought you were the cutest thing in existence. He’d sit with you and put stickers all over your face, giggling. You’d try to return the gesture, your little hand reaching out to place a sticker on his cheek and accidentally boop him with enough strength to fling him backward. Mikey would tumble across the floor, pop back up laughing, and shout “Dude! Baby Sis is SUPER baby!”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter quickly realized he needed to train you earlier in control rather than strength. You were never dangerous, just overwhelmingly affectionate and unaware of your own power
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. “Her strength is a gift… and a great responsibility.” Splinter was the FIRST to recognize your power would be dangerous without emotional control so he trained you in meditation earlier than the boys
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. “True strength lies in restraint.” He is VERY proud of your discipline and your compassion.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You’re not constantly strong; you have controlled bursts. Your muscles are incredibly dense, meaning yes you can lift entire vehicles. You can kick someone through several walls. You can punch through Kraang armor.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Your shell can handle heavier impacts than your brothers but the downsides is that you sometimes break your own weapons. You must be careful hugging brothers (Mikey has experienced this) but you also have to be careful with everything you touch scared you might crush it between your fingers
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. From day ONE, Leo treated you like you were his responsibility. Baby you stuck to him like glue; if he walked away, you waddled after him
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo as a kid, tried giving you lessons and advice while telling you how to do things more properly “Okay, baby sis… soft hugs. SOFT. No-no-NO-” CRUNCH You squeeze his shell like a stress toy Leo was wheezing the entire time “Splinter… help… she loves me too much”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo is the MOST protective of you. Not controlling just protective. He saw early on how strong you were and immediately decided that he knew he had to be a good older brother "My duty is to make sure she learns to use that strength safely.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter trusted Leo to supervise your strength training because Leo treated your power with respect rather than fear. He was the brother who taught you how to breathe, focus, and not accidentally punch through walls or use your strength to express excess anger like Ralph
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Sparring with you is HIS favorite way to improve because your super strength forces him to level up He always tells you "Control first. Power second"
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚.When you get insecure about being “too strong,” Leo is the one who reminds you your gift is not a burden
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He loves watching you kick enemies through walls. He won’t say it but he does feel proud to see how you've come so far
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He always stands in front of you when he senses danger even though YOU’RE the strongest because He feels responsible for you in a special way because he remembers you as the smallest hatchling
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph was the first to realize you were strong. Baby you loved him most (besides Leo) because he was warm and always roughhousing. One baby shove from you sent him rolling across the lair Splinter would stare at you and Ralph raising a brow “Raphael, are you injured?” Raph at age 5, cradling you shrugged “Nah. She’s awesome.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You toddled after him constantly as a kid, and he let you hang onto his arm or shell even if you were accidentally choking him
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph is the first one to encourage you to unleash your strength and wrestling matches between you two in the lair? DAILY occurrence for the others
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He is SO proud when you accidentally fling him across the dojo "YEAH! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!!"
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. The fastest way to die is to threaten you in front of Raph. His rage becomes silent when someone hurts you which scares enemies more than his yelling
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Despite being rough with you, he’s super gentle if you’re sad. You’re one of the only people he lets hug him first, he also pats your head to console you sometimes
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Ralph he absolutely tries to outlift you. He never wins like ever It drives him CRAZY, and Donnie keeps score while Mikey is blowing into a kazoo to get ready for competitions
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. "Scientifically speaking, you shouldn’t be able to bend steel like that- WAIT DON’T-” cue you breaking one of his projects as he takes a inhale to relax himself
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie Is Fascinated By Your Strength. You're his FAVORITE subject to study ethically, of course. He made you custom weights because “normal ones are not calibrated for your… absurd level of power.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He will randomly ask you to punch things in the name of science “Hey Y/N, punch this metal plate.” “Why..?” “FOR SCIENCE!!!” he was trying to figure out what metals wouldn't be able to be broken by your strength so far... most metals seem to bend
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie built you reinforced arm bracers so you don’t shatter your wrists when you punch heavy objects. He also made you a training bot that can take your hits it lasted 40 seconds...
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie is the one who teaches you the scientific way to control your abilities force distribution, angles, etc. He gets SO nervous when you’re injured because he knows you aren’t invincible
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Mikey is your #1 Hype-Man and wannabe Personal Coach. Since your strength is wild and sometimes unpredictable, Mikey tries to help you “channel it.” cue him holding up a pizza box like a target, you accidentally throwing his ass across the lair with Leo screaming, “STOP USING YOUR BODY AS A TRAINING TOOL, MIKEY!” "BOOYAKASHA!! WORTH IT!!"
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He treats you like you'd break because you're his baby sister and is Partner-in-Crime, switching up most of the time “Be careful!! Don’t hurt yourself!!” and then two seconds later well most of the time on missions he'd turn to you and shout “Okay so I need you to throw me at that giant mutant worm. Trust me.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He’s the First to notice when you’re overwhelmed. Sometimes your strength scares you, and sometimes you hold back so you don’t hurt anyone. Mikey notices his silly energy drops, and he becomes surprisingly gentle. He sits with you, makes stupid jokes, or brings your favorite snack until you smile again. He reminds you you’re not a weapon you’re family
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Though something happened on a mission that caused everything to change slightly, you couldn’t get the moment out of your head. The fight had been chaotic, Footbots swarming from every direction, and you reacted on instinct like you always did fast, strong, and meant to protect your brothers but the second your fist shot forward, Leo stepped into your path, and even though you barely grazed him, the force sent him stumbling back hard.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He insisted he was fine, brushing it off with that calm smile he always uses to keep everyone steady, but the damage was already done not to him, but to you. The fear in your chest didn’t fade it rooted itself deep
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. From that night on, something inside you closed up. You stopped standing close to them during missions, always shifting just a little farther away
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. In the lair, where you normally lingered between them sharing the couch, leaning against shoulders, wrestling with Raph you now kept your distance like your body was made of explosives
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When Mikey reached for a hug and you flinched back, he froze like you’d stabbed him through his shell. Donnie noticed the pattern immediately but didn’t push you; he just watched with this quiet heartbreak, trying to understand exactly when his baby sister started being scared of her own hands
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Even Raph, the one who always wrestled and roughhoused with you, went still when you pulled your hand away from his. His voice was soft, rough, confused, and a little wounded “You know I ain’t scared of you… right?”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo handled it the gentlest. He never forced closeness; he just sat near you, patient and calm, letting you choose how far you wanted him. Every time you avoided brushing shoulders, avoided sparring, avoided even a simple high-five, he felt a sting of guilt because he knew exactly why you were afraid
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. One night, when he found you curled up on the far end of the couch, knees pressed tightly to your chest like you were trying to contain your own strength, he finally spoke. “Hurting someone by accident doesn’t make you dangerous,” he told you quietly “But shutting us out will.” Still, the fear ate at you
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You kept your arms locked tightly against your body when you walked through the lair, terrified that a careless swing could send one of your brothers flying. You turned sideways whenever you passed someone, just in case
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When Donnie tried to hand you a tool and your fingers brushed his, you snatched your hand back like you’d touched a live wire
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Every smile, every laugh, every warm moment with them felt risky so you denied yourself all of it.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. There are days when the fear actually hits you harder than your punches ever could the fear that if you get too close, if you touch them the wrong way, you’ll hurt your brothers again
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. So you fold inward, shoulders tight, arms tucked against your body, retreating into yourself like a turtle pulling into its shell. You sit quietly in the corner of the lair, barely breathing, trying to make yourself small and harmless
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter notices instantly; he always does. When one of your brothers starts to approach, concern written all over their face, Splinter gently lifts a hand to stop them. His voice is calm, patient, full of understanding as he says, “She fears her own strength. She must learn to trust herself again. Give her time.” And the boys listen watching you with soft, worried eyes as Splinter sits nearby, a silent guardian, letting you know with his presence alone that you are safe, that you are loved, and that it’s okay to take as long as you need to come out of your shell.
The turtles with a little sister who’s basically just a mini version of 2003 Raph, wanting to go onto the surface, having attitude (maybe has snuck out a couple times), maybe they have a group of human friends the go secretly hang out with lol
[TMNT] ⸝⸝★ TMNT ୭ ˚. & Younger sister! 2003 Raph! Reader
Contains: Mild Language, fluff, sneaking out, normal TMNT stuff
A/N: SECOND EVER REQUEST FOR TMNT YAHOO!!!
Summary: The turtles with a younger sister whos kind of like 2003 Raphael!!
╰┈➤⸝⸝★ TMNT ୭ ˚.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You fit into the team like a cracked mirror of Raph same sharp instincts, same temper, just smaller and faster. The boys learned early that you don’t take being babied well. Leo tries anyway, setting rules and patrol rotations that somehow always “accidentally” include you. You pretend to hate it, but when he forgets to loop you in, you get weirdly quiet until he notices and fixes it
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph is your shadow in fights. Not hovering, matching your pace, watching your blind spots, stepping in only when you overextend. You hate it when he blocks a hit meant for you. He hates it when you grin after taking one. The unspoken rule between you is simple you’re allowed to be tough. You’re not allowed to be alone
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When you’re spiralling, Mikey distracts you with dumb jokes until you’re laughing despite yourself. When he’s about to do something reckless, you’re the one who grabs his wrist and mutters, “Not worth it.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie pretends you stress him out, but he’s the one who upgrades your gear first. He slips you reinforced wraps, quieter soles for rooftop landings, a small comm that only links to the four of them. “For safety,” he says. You call him a worrywart. You still wear everything he gives you like armour
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. After missions, you’re always the first to peel off your gear and the last to admit you’re hurt. Leo notices the way you favor one side. Donnie catches the micro-limp. Mikey distracts you while Donnie patches you up. Raph sits nearby, arms crossed, pretending he’s not watching every wince
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph recognizes your rage before anyone else does. When you start pacing the lair with your jaw tight, he’ll toss you a pair of practice weights. “Burn it out,” he mutters. You train side by side in silence until the anger drains out of both of you
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You fight like you’ve got something to prove, which usually you do, since you're never allowed out of the lair.Fighting Fast, dirty, efficient. Leo notices your stance is more aggressive than textbook ninjutsu, and instead of correcting you, he adapts his training to sharpen what you’re already good at. “Don’t dull your edge,” he tells you once. “Just aim it.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. When you get hurt, you brush it off. When one of them gets hurt, you lose it. The double standard is wild. Donnie calls you out on it but you tell him to shut up while you’re wrapping Leo’s arm a little too carefully
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie catches you tinkering with his gear at 3 a.m. Instead of yelling, he quietly sits down and shows you how not to short-circuit it. It becomes a thing late-night fixes, soft arguments, mutual respect
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. The surface world has your whole heart. You’re obsessed with the city. The noise, the lights, the freedom. You hate being cooped up in the sewers while your brothers get to go topside. You swear you can handle yourself and… you’ve proven it, because yeah, you’ve snuck out a couple times. You know the routes. The rooftops where sewer exits are safest. You’re careful, just not obedient
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. The first time you go up alone, your heart is in your throat the entire climb. Every shadow looks like a Kraang drone, every siren sounds like it’s meant for you but the second you hit the rooftop and the city air hits your lungs, it’s like you can finally breathe. You move low, fast, copying the way Raph does when he thinks no one’s watching. It feels right, and it feels good
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You don’t plan on making friends. It just somehow happened
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Acouple of kids your age who hang out near a bodega, trading snacks and talking about dumb stuff. They think you’re just some rough kid with a bad home life. You don’t correct them. You like how normal they treat you. No staring. No questions about your shell. Just laughter, cheap pizza, and sitting on a fire escape watching the city buzz
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You start going up more often. You learn which rooftops are easy to climb, which alleys link to the sewers, and which sewer exits are safest to climb in and out of. You’re smart about it leave when your brothers are distracted, come back before anyone notices you’re gone. You even start bringing scraps of pizza back with you, stuffing them into your belt like trophies
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo is the first to notice something’s off. You’re too energized after training, too smug for someone who’s been “stuck in the lair all day.” Donnie catches sewer camera glitches that line up just a little too perfectly with the times you’re mysteriously “napping.” Mikey starts suspecting you when you hum human music you absolutely did not learn underground. Raph notices last, and when he does, his jaw sets in that familiar way because he recognises the itch in you
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You get sloppy one night. Not reckless, just a little too comfortable. You linger longer than you should, laughing too loud on the fire escape while one of your friends tosses you a slice
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. "You gonna vanish on us again, rooftop turtle?” they tease. You smirk, already backing toward the ladder. “Relax. I’ll be back.” You don’t notice the shadow on the opposite rooftop
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph freezes mid-patrol, muscles going tight "Leo,” he mutters voice low. “Tell me I’m not seeing our sister on that fire escape.” There’s a beat of silence. Then Leo’s voice, strained "Don’t move. Don’t scare her.” You’re halfway down the ladder when a familiar red mask appears in your line of sight. Your stomach drops. “Oh come on,” you hiss
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You bolt instantly while Raph moves on instinct, running rooftop to rooftop, footsteps thudding behind you, your heart hammering in your ears. “Stop running!” he snaps “Then stop chasing me!” you shoot back, skidding around a ledge. You make it to the sewer hatch almost. A hand catches the back of your belt and yanks you back onto the roof. You spin, fists up. Raph doesn’t hit you. He just stares, breathing hard
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. “Are you out of your mind?” Raph growls, You glare right back. “I had it under control.” “Yeah? That what you call hanging out in the open with humans?” “They’re my friends!” The word hangs there, heavier than any insult. Raph’s expression flickers anger, fear, something worse. “You don’t get it. They can’t know. If something happens-” “If something happens, I can handle it,” you snap, even though your hands were shaking
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo drops down between you before it can explode. “Enough. Both of you.” His voice is calm, but his eyes are sharp. “We’re not doing this on a rooftop.” Donnie lands next, already scanning the area. “You tripped three cameras. Three. Do you have any idea how hard it is to mask that?” Mikey pops up last, eyes wide. “Okay but kinda impressed? Also super not okay? Mostly not okay.” You fold your arms, jaw tight. “You don’t get to lock me underground just because you’re scared.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. For a long second, no one says anything. The city hums around you, sirens far away, laughter drifting up from the street. Leo’s jaw tightens, but when he speaks, it’s quieter. “We’re not scared of the city,” he says. “We’re scared of losing you.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Raph finally exhales, long and rough. “You think I don’t get it?” he mutters. “The lights. The noise. Feeling like you’re more than just… stuck.” He meets your eyes. “That’s why I’m mad ‘Cause I know exactly why you keep coming back up here.” Your fists unclench as you stare at your brothers
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo nods once, decision made. “No more disappearing acts. You want the surface? You earn it. Routes. Signals. Rules.” Donnie adds, “And a tracker. Non-negotiable.” Mikey pumps a fist. “Surface trips with supervision! I call snack duty.” You roll your eyes, but your shoulders finally drop. “Fine. But I pick the rooftops.”
Raph jerks his chin. “Deal. And tomorrow training. Real training.”
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. A groan came from you as you followed them down the sewer "Oh, and you're telling splinter", Leo stated, your eyes bulging "WHAT-" "Sorry [Name] but you know splinter" Donnie said, shrugging "It'll be all good dude, relax" Mikey's hand patted your shoulder while a whine came from your lips trudging behind
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Despite all the fighting, the rules, the lectures you’re happiest when you’re piled together on the lair couch, sharing pizza, arguing about movies, feet kicked over each other’s shells.
━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You’ll complain that they’re too loud, too careful, too overbearing. But when the city roars above and the lair lights dim, you always drift closer to them without thinking because for all your fire, this is where you feel safest despite always sneaking out
What is the farthest the 2012 Turtles would go as platonic yanderes? Go as dark as you want, I I curious and dude I have the perfect sci-fi horror oneshot I want to do for the TMNT as platonic yanderes...
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I just want you to know that when I received this, I had the face of the Grinch smiling if that makes sense. This picture feels so wrong with how dark this is... Let me know if you liked this!
The turtles in order are Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey. This is like the absolute worst they would ever do, pushed to the extreme.
TWs: Death, Non consensual body modification, gore, loss of body parts, body horror, body mutilation, Dead dove do not eat.
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Leo:
His back was to you but it was unmistakable, Leonardo was crying. He was crying on the edge of the bed he leaves you in to rot when he's not around. What right did he have to cry? It's not the first time he had cried to you alone since he trapped you here in the sewers. But this is after a second escape attempt. maybe he's just crying because he though you wouldn't try to escape his 'loving' grasp on you.
You furrow your eyebrows and glare at him, angry. "What are you crying for? Kidnapping me?" He turns around and looks at you with wide eyes. He just gasps and begins to sob worse. He climbs onto the middle of the bed and just keeps crying. You try to kick him so he can answer you.
"Hey- Crying for what Leo-" You stop, because you can't move your legs. Which doesn't make sense because your arms are tied up, not your legs. "Leo?" You gesture to your bottom half underneath the blanket. "LEO. Answer me!" He shakes his head and takes the blanket off.
There's nothing there. There's nothing for you to move, because they're gone. He's heard you scream before, but never like this. Never such a bloodcurdling scream of pure loss. He doesn't even blame you, either.
He's the one who chopped your legs off, after all.
Raph:
He didn't mean to. He really didn't.
He just wanted you to stop screaming at him.
Just for a little bit.
He didn't even register the sai in his hands when he grabbed your throat. It wasn't even fast like it should've been. No, instead he watched you begin to gargle on your blood seeping into your esophagus and grab at your throat in panic. He quickly grabbed the sai back out of your neck, but the damage was done.
He watched in terror as you fell over, still holding the hole inside your throat as if you could stop the blood rushing out, as if you could save yourself from the mere seconds of impulse that Raphael did to you. Tears formed in your eyes, nobody really wants to die in the end; Though you had considered it, you'd never attempted to hurt yourself in the end, but now? If he could kill you so fast in his anger?
You wondered if staying alive would have been better.
Donnie:
It's not the worst thing he's done before. He's just never done such a thing to someone he cared about. He's not even sure he minds, honestly. It can keep you safe, no matter what. Well, if you did escape he probably wouldn't even be alive to keep safe anymore so the thought of you escaping the containment tank he's keeping you in doesn't even bother him.
You're next to Timmy. Or rather, Mutagen Man as he became. He told his brothers you were about to get mutated and he panicked and put you into the containment tank. He lied. He'd been planning it. Originally it was just as a punishment. Maybe you'd learn not to run away if this was what awaited you. But then, he liked it. No one could hurt you. No one could potentially manipulate you, or desecrate your innocence.
But you, you were conscious. You could see everything from your tank. You watched him lie to his brothers, watched him gaze lovingly as he told you meaningless lies of letting you out, watched him live a life he continues to take from you with each day you rot inside.
You wonder if he knows you're still awake.
Mikey:
He let you go. He had woken you up and told you he was wrong. He let you go home.
Of course, in your hurry to go home and find the people you love, you never really checked why he let you go. Of course, seeing the people you love screaming in terror at you, looking at you as if you were a monster, asking how you got into their house was enough to look at yourself.
You looked down at your hands and find three green fingers, much like the turtle's own hands. Much like the hands that caress you gently at night and promise to not hurt you.
But he did. He mutated you. Changed you. You're no longer yourself anymore, you're a mutant. A freak like them. You don't belong to the surface anymore, you belong to him.
Mikey's always been possessive of his things though, hasn't he?
TMNT 2012 Perv!Leonardo x Clueless!Reader - Disapline
Summary: Leo was excited for your first training session with him, before he realized how well you fill out your gi.
Warnings: arousal, f!reader, clueless!reader, perv!Leo, teacher x student if your squint
Leo sat in the middle of the dojo floor, calming his mind in preparation for his first class with his first student, you. Splinter had decided that, with the turtles’ enemies learning about your relationship to them, you absolutely had to know how to defend yourself, and that his eldest son teaching you would only strengthen the both of you.
In truth, he was a bit nervous, worried he might overwhelm you or become too obviously frustrated with your lack of experience. You did tend to vex him, as you shared a personality type with Mikey, but he simply had to be patient with you, he could do this. He took a deep breath in order to steady his thoughts, just in time to hear the sliding door smack against the wall.
“I’m ready!” you chirped, a bit too loudly. His brow twitched at the racket, and the noise that followed you as you ran toward him.
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Here’s Purple for all those anons who asked~ Nsfw is under the cut as always.
If you ever need a good genuine laugh Purple is absolutely the one to go to. There are rarely ever any sad days or dull moments for the two of you.
He definitely takes the liberty to surprise video call you whenever anything happens - usually at Red’s expense. There’s a lot of shaky camera shots with him running away giggling and Red right behind him yelling.
He loves to send you snacks from all over, and he always asks afterwards to see which snacks you liked best, and if they’re the same as his favorites.
He’s super blushy when you kiss so he doesn’t do it in public very often, but he loves to hold your hand and lets you sit on his shoulders.
When you visit the Massive there’s always a game of hide and seek that goes on for way too long, even when Red gets in on it. For being taller than most Irkens you’re very good at hiding.
Purple is a big hugger, and likes to nuzzle your neck and shoulders because you always smell so different - but in a good way!
So many staring contests. And breath holding contests. And I-bet-you-can’t-catch-this-chip-in-your-mouth contests. Just lots of dumb little competitions to make you both laugh.
One of his favorite things to do when you’re alone is to lay in head on your lap while you pet his antennae. He always ends up purring super loud.
He’s a lot better with his feelings than Red, and makes a point to take quiet walks with you. He often checks on you to see if you’re okay, he knows the distance makes it hard so he makes sure to have time set aside for you and your feelings.
Sometimes Irkens gossip a little too loud, and when he catches wind of something about the two of you, he immediately tells you what he heard and comes up with a plan to blow it way out of proportion for fun. This usually ends in some sort of formal announcement after Red has had enough.
Purple loves loves loves romcoms. The two of them enjoy earth media in general, but Purple loves watching romcoms and reality tv. He knows it’s bad but he just can’t help it.
Every time you smile he smiles. And that’s just the best thing in the whole universe to him.
content: gender neutral reader, biblically accurate angels, NSFW
"Are you okay, (Y/N)? You seem a little pale."
The rest of the choir pauses briefly, eyeing you with mild concern. You wave your hand reassuringly.
It appears that no one else can see them. In the middle of your practice - as you are to perform for the church in just a couple of minutes - you were disturbed to discover several colossal creatures sprawled against the high ceilings of the holy building. They have many eyes, tumbling around in blazing spirals, and thick pairs of wings adorning their alien bodies.
They're angels. You can feel it in the very marrow of your bones. Their intentions, however, are anything but sacred. Their burning stare feels like hundreds of rough hands greedily running over your human body. It's almost as if - no, quite literally - they're touching you with the raw power of thought.
"Then let us begin," the leader declares, turning towards the audience. "This one is called, 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing'. In one, two..."
He taps the rail of the podium, and you open your mouth. The first note rolls out with a creak, and you readjust your collar, embarrassed. The invisible hands have reached your nether regions, causing your cheeks to burn with heat.
Good Lord. You're being molested by angels in the middle of your Christmas choir. Thankfully your swaying voice is drowned by the rest of the members, completely unaware of your depraved circumstances. You look ahead, trying your best to maintain a straight face.
By the time the song is over, you're a feverish mess. The people stand up in an explosion of applause; you use this chance to run outside, drenched in your own juices. With trembling hands, you type a message to one of the choir members: I need a moment to recollect myself.
Don't tell anyone this but, i was totally not lazy and sleepy to write this day just because I wrote a quarter of a new book
♡The Wild Kratts team are like a family to you besides your biological family.
♡You just joined the team just last year. It's so much fun to help creatures either from disasters or villains trying to use them. The only thing you complain about them is how they're “very attached” to you.
♡The Kratt brothers are like your brother figures. You get to have the bestest of fun when it comes to joining them on creature adventures. What bothers you about them however, is that they act way too much like your literal older siblings.
♡While they're up and up with small differences, they're no exception when it comes to looking out for your relationships. If you have a disagreement with your outsider friend, they immediately get cut off. If you and your romantic partner got into a fight no matter how serious or petty it is, they will convince you to break up with them. And it unfortunately works because why would these idiots manipulate you like that?
♡Aviva is one of your sister figures, you fit together like two peas in a pod. If you're not in a good mood, you'll often go to Aviva to see what she's building that may be interesting. You even learned how to speak Spanish as she was your tutor for a while until you become fluent with the language.
♡But just like Chris and Martin, she literally acts like an older sibling who needs to look out for you, no matter the cost. If someone you liked rejected you, she will convince you that they're just jerks who don't deserve your heart and soul.
♡She is more reluctant to give you your own creature power suit, your puppy eyes pestered her to create it anyway. But you rarely use it as it's locked up in Aviva's workspace, hidden away where your eye level can't catch a glimpse of its color.
♡Koki is your other sister figure. She's similar to Aviva, as in you also have girls nights with her, hang around when you aren't happy at the moment, etc. But once again, she looks over your relationship status way too much. Koki's the one who takes care of finding your location thanks to the hidden tracker Aviva inserted onto you. If you're out on a date, she's the one who notifies the team that you're with a date, and the others will take care of the rest.
♡Jimmy Z is your more chill lad brother figure. Unlike Martin and Chris, he's a stay at home type of dude. You're the only person who is able to eat his food, unless you have his permission of course. You and Jimmy even get to have small pizza nights while Martin, Chris, Aviva, and Koki are all out working together on some creature adventure.
♡t's honestly very hard to find something to complain about him, besides how much he excessively loves food and sleep. But that doesn't mean he's automatically different compared to the other four, as he is also protective over you too, just not in such an obvious kind of active way.
♡What they all have in common is how pissed off they can be if any villain laid a finger on you. The villain would be scared shitless when Chris and Martin (bonus points for Aviva and Koki) came to save you. And just like that, it's as if the villains didn't wanna ruin world peace anymore from learning a lesson.
♡Sometimes to this day, you get an icky feeling about what would happen if the villains crossed a line relating to you. How would your team react to that hypothetical event occurring..
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Hope this small amount help funding! Always happy to support you aa, if request is open i would love some Showtime of Pomni teasing/flirty Caine then also got embarrassed when he tease back! Ty for the considerations and wish you best of luck!
Hi, I just wanted to say thank you for the tags you left on my post. They were really kind and reading them helped get me out of my funk. I appreciate it greatly!
Of course!! I'm just glad I managed to make you feel better, I know how it feels. Remember to take breaks and not to push yourself!
I love how I’ve seen all sort of hate, discourse and criticism for each character of TADC except Kinger, and if you somehow managed to find a way to even be slightly negative about him people usually look at you like:
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A week ago today we were all celebrating because Tumblr rolled back their changes to reblogs. We "saved reblogs!"
And since then I've had 6 reblogs on my fics. That's the grand total for the week across the twenty something stories on my blog. Actually 7 if you count the single one on the fic I posted and deleted today. It truly feels like there's no point sharing my stories anymore.
So, can I just talk about how absolute hell it would be to have the entire amazing digital circus gang be a yandere for you? Especially with caines obsessive ass, Jax having a key to your room, Ragatha always being beside you, trying to make you happy even when you are, zooble always inviting you to their room for quiet time, gangle always huddling behind of you even if you're smaller, Kinger always randomly pulling you into his pillow fortress, and pomni always talking to you about the other characters and an exit.
Caine is always trying to give the best experience, just so the mere thought of leaving doesn't pop in your head. And always making sure that you were not going to abstract, his millions of eyes help with that.
You just want to leave and go back to where you once were, but the cast won't let you. The six may want to go back to, but if it meant keeping you, then they'll take it.
