Project: Give the Rise Boys a Mom
basically I was minding my own business a while back when I got the idea to make an AU where the boys had a mom growing up as well as Splinter.
So I made an OC. Her name is Araminta, but she goes by Mint. She’s a curly-haired mouse and she’s the boys’ mom.
She has zero impact on the plot because we all know nothing can stop these boys from causing/getting into chaos. She’s just there to be a stable adult presence in their lives.
anyways here’s a couple snippets of her and the boys interacting.
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“Oh Mother Dearest! It is I, your favorite child.”
Mint looked up from her book. “Donnie, you know I don’t have favorites.”
Donnie pouted. “Funniest child?”
“Donnie.” Mint gave him a pointed look.
“Dejected sigh. Fine. It is I, Donatello, your not favorite child.” A pause, and Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “Who took my spot? Because if it was Leo he stole the last of the pudding cups and didn’t tell anyone.”
Mint rolled her eyes affectionately. “Did you need something Donniecule, or are you just digging for nonexistent clues about my nonexistent favorite child?”
“One day I shall prove you have a favorite and that said favorite is me, but alas, this is not a research visit.”
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“Oh Mamá!”
“Mom-Mom!”
Mint looked up from the pot of soup she was stirring as Leo and Mikey raced into the room.
“Mom-Mom, Leo and I had this idea—“
Leo clamped a hand over Mikey’s mouth. “I’m explaining it, I’m the face man and it was my idea!” He looked up at Mint. “So Mamá, I had this great idea— Yeuck!” Leo cut himself off and shook his hand, then wiped it off on Mikey’s shoulder. “Really? We’re that immature now?”
Mikey gave Leo a smug grin, then turned back to Mint. “As I was saying, we had this idea! There’s an abandoned skatepark on the outskirts of the city and there’s never anyone there!”
“Yeah, we’ve been staking the place out for like a month now and no one’s ever been there! So we were thinking, why not have a family picnic at the abandoned skate park? Then we can show off our moves and have dinner and be outside!”
Donnie, who had quietly been cutting vegetables the entire time, spoke up. “So that’s where you’ve been sneaking off to. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you both disappear at the same time for roughly two hours every day.”
“Why didn’t you just use your trackers and figure it out?” Leo folded his arms across his chest. “Since we know you put them on us.”
“What? No! I most certainly did…n’t. Put trackers on you. That does not sound like something I would do.” He turned back to the carrots. “You must be mistaken.”
Mint shook her head in exasperation at the twins, then met Mikey’s gaze. “You’re sure there’s no one around?”
“Positive!”
“Did you check for cameras?”
Mikey and Leo grew silent and turned to look at each other.
“No,” Mikey said at last, turning back to Mint.
“I did.”
All three of them turned to look at Donnie, who slid his precisely chopped carrots off the board and into a bowl of other carrot slices.
“Raph and I followed you there once. I made sure there weren’t any cameras. It’s safe.”
“Hey!” Leo pointed an accusing finger at Donnie. “Then what was that remark about finding out where we were going for?”
“Ensuring that you both know I was aware of your being gone the entire time. You’re not sneaky.”
“I don’t need to be sneaky to wipe that smug grin off your face!” Leo lunged towards Donnie.
Mint caught him with her tail. “Let’s not do that while Donnie’s holding a knife, hm?”
“Evil chuckle,” Donnie said quietly.
“Donnie, that does not mean you have permission to stab your brother.”
Donnie paused and cocked his head, metaphorical gears turning. “Which one?”
“Any of them.”
Donnie’s sharpie eyebrows drew together and he stuck his tongue out in disappointment as he turned back to the carrots.
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So that’s Mint :) I might drop some more snippets featuring her every once in a while.
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okay so people new to tumblr need to learn something real quick: tumblr is not instagram or twitter or tiktok and on this website we do not steal work from artists to gain our following, we reblog only from the artist and if we do repost, we make sure that we have very clear consent from the artist to do so and that we credit and link them in the description.
tumblr is one of the few remaining platforms where plagiarizing is not a huge issue. let’s please not make it one.
when you repost art, you are stealing that attention from the artist and whether you mean to or not, you are being deceitful and many people will believe that the art you are reposting is yours and will follow you instead of the actual artist who spent hours on the piece just for someone else to take credit by omission. also putting ‘not my art’ in the tags is not enough. if you can’t credit, don’t repost.
artists are already afraid to post their art because of this behavior becoming more and more common on the internet. if you enjoy art, please stop doing this, not just on tumblr but in general.
internet popularity cannot be worth it for how devastating this behavior is to artists.
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hello manda. this post about kiba -> xxx is driving my absolutely INSANE. the imagery… what if i die.
i just think he’s so devoted to you that even though he doesn’t view himself as submissive, he likes the way you tremble over your words when you try and command him. he listens to every command, but still teases you, “Yeah, sweetheart? Like this?” Chuckles to himself when you become to incoherent and stops :((( “Aww, sorry. Did you want me to make you cum? You didn’t tell me what to do, gotta use your words.” and and and “You’re in charge, aren’t you?”
okay sorry bye. *explodes into a bajillion pieces*
oh? OH? saint, you’re gonna fucking kill me.
oh my GOD, the way he’d be pretending to be submissive just for your sake even though he’s so far from it in reality?
he just can’t help but take over the situation even whilst kneeling in front of you; especially when he sees that you’re visibly struggling with your words, trying to calm your breathing as his hands travel higher and higher under your skirt… you’re trying to be so brave about it but you can’t even look him in the eye from how intense he gets whenever his ego gets in the way.
idk, i like to think that he’d give you the idea to ride him right there on the floor, all messy and hot and still mostly clothed, and would give you this false sense of authority even though he’s the one that’s fucking into you and is setting the pace?
like, he keeps asking you how you want it, if you want it like that, if it’s good, if he’s good, even though you can barely form any words at all from how harshly he’s pounding into you. he’s even gone as far as to hold you flush against him with the help of one hand on the back of your neck.
and the funniest thing is that you don’t even realize that he’s somehow managed to manipulate you into submission until after he’s already spilled a fuckload of his warm cum into your pussy, and is then smiling that stupid, shit-eating, victorious grin of his that makes you want to outright slap him silly!
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