theturtletitan asked: "Booyaka-wah?"

theturtletitan:

mikeybro2k12:

"Booh… Yah… Kasha! Booyahkasha! It’s my motto bro! Mah catch phrase!"

“‘Booyahkasha….Eh, not bad. I’ve always preferred… COWABUNGA!”

“…..”

"Sounds a little dated"

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Never Alone Foot!Mikey/Foot!Donnie

amthebrains:

mikeybro2k12:

"Hmm?"

The Rat master looked up from his hands as his son called to him, and in that instance one could have sworn he was an old man far beyond the age suitable for fighting as his once vibrant eyes echoed with decay and exhaustion. Splinter, realizing that his opinion had been asked, took a moment to draw himself away from the prospect of his son’s newfound fear to answer

"Do what you find best for him Donatello. As of right now, your health and wellbeing are first priority"

He stood up from his chair with an odd slowness and approached the scientist "If… you don’t think it will cause him any dammage… perhaps I could ask Michelangelo a few questions now that we’ve all caught our breath and he is suitably bandaged up."

Hearing his father’s petition he kept quite. Thinking about how would it end, if Mikey even did answer to him. “Let me get something to his stomach first..and if I see its alright I will come call you Master.” Watching the old Master’s eyes, Donnie patted his hand. “Ill find a way to get him back father..”

"I understand" Splinter said simply and softly, when his eyes brightened a bit upon feeling Donatello’s reassuring pat upon his hands. He had almost forgotten in the midst of the madness that his most scientific son was in a mental state differing from that of his youngest, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Holding himself together despite the urge to break down, the master leaned forward and embraced his son.

"Thank you" he said, simple words that yielded an utmost genuineness one could not find in anyone who hadn’t been broken beforehand.

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theturtletitan asked: "Booyaka-wah?"

"Booh… Yah… Kasha! Booyahkasha! It’s my motto bro! Mah catch phrase!"

posted 14 hours ago with 6 notes
mikeybro2k12 asked: ANGST ANGST ANGST ((if it's not too late to jump on this bandwagon))

red-and-restrained:

red-and-restrained:

((OF COURSE NOT! My first Mikey blog YESSS))

10. Your muse walks in on mine crying and attempting to bandage a large wound.

Raph sat out in the sewer tunnels, needing to get away from topside for a bit. He couldn’t hold back the tears from the pain this time. Dang, it hurt. He’d managed to swipe a bunch of gauze or whatever from a pharmacy but it wasn’t working well. The wound on his side just kept spilling blood.

Mikey held on tight, the sharp turns making him a little queasy and disoriented… but nothing that threatened his now completely emptied stomach. Trying to feign wellness he held the crutch to his chest with his elbows, closed his eyes, and smiled as he let the wind cool his fever-stricken face.

_

Leo groaned a little as he raised a straining hand to take hold, but in removing his grip from the wall he found his strength failing and nearly fell. One of the larger rodents that somehow succeeded in finding a foothold in the surrounding terrain, leapt up to finish the wavering turtle. Luckily, a flying fan knocked it off course and returned the giant mutant rat to the floor with a deep cut on the back of it’s neck before the weapon went flying back into the hand of the teenaged girl.

"Leo! Take the staff!" she said in a commanding voice, and after a small pause to rebuild his strength Leonardo gritted his teeth again and swung his bod upward, letting out a small cry of pain as his right hand gripped the very end of the bo staff.

With the speed of the carts, it only took minutes for Raph to reach the place he knew was there. He grunted, hitting the brake and stopped, then tugged his helmet off. Was this right? It had to be right. The sound of giant rat screeches made his assumption correct, and he looked over at Mikey.

"You sure you can do this?" He asked. "I mean.. you’re like falling asleep there."

They didn’t have time for this. Something pricked the back of Raph’s mind and he shook his head quickly, eyes flicking around and hands extending over his brother protectively.

——-

Donnie recovered from the moment of terror as Leo grabbed on, and instantly pulled the staff up, latching his hands onto the ridge of Leo’s shell and pulling him up. He looked over the ledge, then found April in the crowd. She wasn’t hard to find, considering she was bright yellow and orange surrounded by gray and brown.

"April! Find Sensei and get out of here!"

He hadn’t let go of Leo as he spoke and now looked down at him, leaning him back against the wall. Concern pricked at his eyes as he ran his fingers over Leo’s wounds, picking out the larger shreds of debris and then once he had it out of his belt, wrapping bandages around him. Donnie didn’t take his eyes off of the wounds, Doctor mode now in play.

"We have to get you home… now."

Mikey forced his eyes back open and nodded in response to his brother’s question

"Yeah… I’m totally down for round two!"

His tone wasn’t sarcastic, but his wording sounded like the expression should have been… especially given the strenuousness of his encounter just yesterday. However, he seemed confident, and raising one of his hands to straighten his crooked helmet he pointed bravely in the appointed direction

"Onward and upward!"

_

Leonardo, burning all over from the inside out, allowed his medically adept brother to wrap him up, weary eyes glancing down to the spot of yellow and burgundy on the ground below. April swung her tessen about, watching the swarm and her footing as she attempted to work her way toward her Sensei. The numbers, however, were not making it easy… and she was happy that her teacher was there to help level things.

Suddenly, her senses perked as she was sure she heard something… like the distant revving of a small motor. Noting the familiar voices echoing from a tunnel, a tiny glare of small headlights shined through the distant darkness and the vehicular sound grew steadily louder.

posted 14 hours ago with 301 notes

theturtletitan:

mikeybro2k12:

“Interdimensional comic loans? I dig it! Whatcha got?”

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"Well….I have most of Silver Sentry… About half the Justice Force….."

“Wait… isn’t that the super hero team YOU are a part of? Doesn’t that mean you’re technically giving me bits of your alternate life in comic form?”

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theturtletitan:

mikeybro2k12

"Dude, I so gotta loan you some of these."

“Interdimensional comic loans? I dig it! Whatcha got?”

posted 14 hours ago with 4 notes

doublekatana:

mikeybro2k12:

Michelangelo beamed proudly and took out a small serving knife as he began to slice the cake

"Could ya’ help?" he asked as he went to work "I think that the plates are in the middle cabinet right behind you. If you could grab… let’s see…"

Mikey softly counted to himself. Me, Big Leo, April, Donnie, Casey, Raph, Leo… wait, no…

Sadness flickered once again over his face, but once again he shook it off.

"Seven. We need seven dishes"

Though only brief, Leonardo caught the sad look that momentarily flashed over the young ninja’s eyes. “Uh, yeah, seven plates. Gotcha.” He replied, hoping to keep the young one’s mind off the gloom. Leonardo reached into the cupboard and pulled out a stack of plates and placed them on the table.

"Thanks dude!"

Michelangelo unstacked the plates and laid them out in a row, setting the first piece down on the first plate and handing it off to the sole surveyor

"Here ya’ go! Dig in!"

After setting down the first slice in front of the alternate Leonardo, he continued his work of plopping down unevenly cut pieces down onto each platter set before him… humming the “happy birthday” song as he went.

posted 15 hours ago with 20 notes
Never Alone Foot!Mikey/Foot!Donnie

amthebrains:

mikeybro2k12:

amthebrains:

mikeybro2k12:

“Pizza dude! What else do you think I- wait, no no no no no” Michalngelo interrupted his own train of thought, breaking his normal characterization by forgoing the prospect of food. Wincing a little and giving his injured arm a quick squeeze, Mikey took the cigarette from his mouth and looked for a place to put it out.

"Tell me right now, from the beginning. I ain’t resting until I know for sure…where’s your brain at? What do you want out of this? What are you hoping for… I mean for heaven’s sake D’! You spend all this time protecting me and now you won’t give me at least a LITTLE insight into YOUR wants?"

Rushing to Mikey’s side he examined the pull against the injured arm, sighing as no stitches came of from the sudden movement. Hearing his brother continue to press on what he decided and wanted he sighMoving back and giving him a small patt to the top of the head. ‘You just answered yourself..” With that he left the room. He was sure Mikey would understand what just happen, that he would find the answer among everything that had happen the last half year of their lifes.

The answer lied in every mission, every post celebration where they would sneak out and play hide and sneak like when they used to train. The times they would prank each other and give a little more cheer to the dark and grim atmosphere inside the foot base. He only wanted his brother back, if he didnt want to stay with the rest he wouldnt force him, Donatello would make sure Mikey was never forced to do anything, never pushed against his will. Not again.

Mikey stopped, staring at the doorway through which Donatello had disappeared with a blank thoughtful look on his face until the cigarette (which had been burning in his hand for quite a while now) reached his fingers and made him wince and drop it. It hit the cold floorboards and went out, and as the young turtle slid his burnt fingers into his mouth he continued to ponder.

He picked up on what Donatello had meant quite quickly, but at the same time felt ill about the entire concept. He wondered if, concerning his limited recollection of the past beyond Shredder’s forces, he had ever at one point reveled in being so loved and protected and pandered.

If so, it certainly wasn’t true now, and he felt like Satan himself for how he had treated his elder brother while he was a prisoner rather than a member… and felt even worse now that he knew that Donatello was never a member of The Foot in the first place. Not really.

Yes, he was a certainly Hamato. He too was so… soft.

"Like you’re one to judge, Mister over-puffed soufflé" Michelangelo scorned himself aloud, recognizing that in light of all the other soldiers, excluding his brother of course, he was no stern-faced killer.

Letting out a long tired sigh, he glanced to his wounded arm in slight disgust before reaching his burnt fingers out to give his cat another loving stroke behind the ears.

After answering a few questions and concerns of their brothers and friend. Donatello got a text from April, asking if they needed anything, it had been to long since he heard of the red head and it surprised him that he felt nothing towards it. Of curse he felt friendship and happiness, but his heart didnt like it usually did when seeing her blue eyes and red hair. “Sensei.. I know this might be hard but, I am going to be the one sleeping in the room with Mikey, if he thinks..your as..brutal and killer then the Shredder told him, he could go into a state of paranoia..I hope you under stand.” Taking out the pizza from the oven and serving Mikey and himself their share he waited for his father’s decision.

He couldnt imagine the pain their sensei was experiencing, to have Mikey back physically and yet not emotionally. Taking two soda’s and a plate of friend tempura he waited. “Sensei?”

"Hmm?"

The Rat master looked up from his hands as his son called to him, and in that instance one could have sworn he was an old man far beyond the age suitable for fighting as his once vibrant eyes echoed with decay and exhaustion. Splinter, realizing that his opinion had been asked, took a moment to draw himself away from the prospect of his son’s newfound fear to answer

"Do what you find best for him Donatello. As of right now, your health and wellbeing are first priority"

He stood up from his chair with an odd slowness and approached the scientist "If… you don’t think it will cause him any dammage… perhaps I could ask Michelangelo a few questions now that we’ve all caught our breath and he is suitably bandaged up."

posted 15 hours ago with 88 notes
posted 15 hours ago with 149 notes

doublekatana:

mikeybro2k12:

Michelangelo made his way to a small covered dish in the middle of the kitchen, and upon unveiling it showed a small chocolate cake covered in light green buttercream frosting. Even though it was uncut, you could tell the cake was chocolate because the icing had obviously been lathered onto the pastry long before it was cool, therefor causing it to crumble upon spreading and a large cluster of crumbs clung haphazardly to the surface of the spread. No candles were on it, but the words “happy mutation day” were crudely spelled out on the top in white icing along with a bunch of sporadic embellishments. The heart was obviously there, but he was visibly unpracticed at the art.

"Just a box mix" Mikey admitted, nodding toward the dirty bowl in the sink next to an empty cardboard container "nothing too fancy… plus April got sick last mutation day when I cooked from scratch, so I decided to play it safe this time around."

Leonardo observed the cake. It sure wasn’t a masterpiece, but it was obviously a labor of love. He’d seen April and Donnie bake beautiful cakes before, among other things. Though it was clear the young turtle put forth his best effort. “It looks great, Mikey.” He told the turtle with a smile.

Michelangelo beamed proudly and took out a small serving knife as he began to slice the cake

"Could ya’ help?" he asked as he went to work "I think that the plates are in the middle cabinet right behind you. If you could grab… let’s see…"

Mikey softly counted to himself. Me, Big Leo, April, Donnie, Casey, Raph, Leo… wait, no…

Sadness flickered once again over his face, but once again he shook it off.

"Seven. We need seven dishes"

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