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raainy-daze · 2 years

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Yo yo, guess who?

Leo x male!reader: reader had an idea and asks Mikey to draw/paint a red-eared slider shell pattern on his back and surprises Leo with it! Bonus if he has Mikey add red eye stripes, and double bonus if happy churring and cuddles ensue. Dunno if turtles have clingy instincts, but maybe Leo could take a deep dive in these hypothetical instincts and just incoherently latch on to Y/N for a couple of hours and make happy noises.

(*one of the brothers approaches*

Leo: *hiss*)

~🌺👸

Painted Shells

rottmnt leo x male!reader

summary: you think it’d be funny/cute to imitate your boyfriend, so you ask mikey to assist with your newest idea.

word count: 462

warnings for minor swearing

a/n: i’ve been forcing myself through a minor writer’s block these last few weeks, and i apparently just couldn’t figure out how to write this as a oneshot or anything, so it ended up being in this form, i hope that’s okay!

i’m finally back on requests you guys - i’m going to clear out my inbox before opening them again, but yay! sorry i was consumed by seasonal stuff. halloween’s soul itself possesses me every year ANYWAYS ENJOY

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when you had the idea, you had gone to mikey immediately. he agreed, of course, and preparation began.

preparation consisted of two steps

step one: acquire paint actually safe for your skin

that wasn’t too hard. most craft stores sold body paint, it was just a quick errand.

step two: distract leo

also simple enough. you just had to send him out for pizza - he always took unreasonably long on tasks like that. he always got into some sort of trouble every time he even stepped outside.

all the guys did, actually - but that’s besides the point

so, you set your hoodie aside, and set to work. (or rather, you sat down down while mikey set to work)

(you paid him in candy)

you actually did the eye stripes, which weren’t in the original plan. you got bored while waiting, so you took some of the paint and just started on your eyes.

when mikey was done, you handed him a handful of starburst and left him to his own devices

you wound up waiting in leo’s room while the paint was drying - speaking of paint drying, it felt like it was taking forever.

(you had this thought about ten minutes in.)

leo’s return to the lair was hailed by several crashes, followed by “I DIDN’T DROP THE PIZZA THIS TIME!”

a few minutes later, he was in the doorway. “hey, i brought you a slice.”

he didn’t even process the paint for about ten seconds

“and then the guy gave me the box, and i swear to-“ *pause* *blink* “HOLY CRAP”

he kind of starts laughing at first - not in a mean way or anything, just from being caught off guard

“did you get mikey to do that? what the hell, (y/n)?”

he was grinning. “holy crap, that’s cool!”

cuddling ensued

this is absolutely an ego boost for him, you know

his arms were around your waist from the front, and you were patting his shell with one hand, your pizza slice in the other.

“y’know, i didn’t think this would make you so clingy.”

“i am not clingy”

“you are literally clinging to me right now. this is the definition of clinging. please be careful, i don’t know if the paint’s entirely dry.”

you remained this way for a good hour and a half.

you noticed donnie sneaking a picture for blackmail when he walked by the door, but you weren’t going to mention it.

“this is kind of gay.”

“you’re gay.” leo’s voice was muffled by your stomach, which he was pressed against.

“how could you even say such a thing, babe?”

it occurred to you that you would have to wash this off at some point. that’d probably be a nightmare.

oh well, that’s future you’s problem.

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #reader insert #male reader #m!reader #tmnt x male reader #rottmnt x male reader #leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #leo x male reader

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mermmarie · 1 year

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The Red String of Fate

Authors Notes: So, I had been thinking about this idea for a while, and admittingly I started this ahead of OC x Canon week, but the idea fits perfectly for the Day 3 prompt: Soulmate. So please enjoy chapter 1 of my Red String of Fate fanfic featuring Donnie!

Pair: Donatello x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: T?? (Although, characters depicted are adults)

Content/Trigger Warnings: Mention of blood.

||Chapter 1|| ||Chapter 2|| ||Chapter 3|| ||Chapter 4||

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Chapter 1: Cosmically Bound

The Red String of Fate was a fairy tale you didn’t believe in anymore. A long time ago, yes, but after so many rejections, heartbreaks and betrayals how could you now? It was silly to even consider it a possibility in the first place. Just the idea that two people could be romantically bound by some magical, crimson colored thread was ridiculous. Especially when there was a zero point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero three percent chance of it happening to anyone, let alone you.

While it was a fantasy you daydreamt about from time to time, you understood that it was just that; A fantasy. So, when you noticed a string of red laced around your ring finger, your first initial thought was that your head was in the clouds once more, dreaming of the impossible. However, the usual trick of closing your eyes and shaking your head of the thoughts only made the fantasies disappear, but the little red string remained.

You straightened in your recliner, head cocking curiously as you focused your gaze on the thread. You flexed and curled your fingers, thinking that the illusion might disappear if you were to physically affect reality, but just as before, it stayed. A small gasp escaped your mouth when you lifted your hand into the air and the string extended. Following the red thread, your eyes grew wide with disbelief when it pointed out the window that was lined up next to your chair and suddenly all the dull sounds of New York were drowned out by the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Somewhere out there in the bustling city was your soulmate.

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SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.1

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 6 FT 0”

WEIGHT: 190 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: SWITCH BLADE

SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.2

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 6 FT 2”

WEIGHT: 211 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: CROWBAR

SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.3

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 5 FT 9”

WEIGHT: 173 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: BOX CUTTER

Fittingly, Unknown Person No.1 had struck first, then Unknown Person No.2, but Unknown Person No.3 had decided to stay behind. Possibly a strategic tactic to fall back and assess the situation first, but it was more likely that he was just a coward. Although, his Sensei had taught him that a wise man was able to recognize when he was beaten. Unfortunately, none of them were wise. Just foolish thugs thinking they had the upper hand in the situation because it was three versus one.

The realization came quickly to Unknown Person No.3 however when Donatello easily disarmed and knocked out his fellow associates. The whites of his eyes became more evident as the lean turtle approached him. His shoulders inching upwards and nearly touching his ears while he attempted to put on a menacing scowl, but by the way his teeth clattered against each other the front was obvious. Still, like a cornered rat, fear driven adrenaline compelled him to make a move, despite having already witnessed how that turned out for his comrades.

Donatello effortlessly maneuvered out of the way of his first attack, and prepared himself to counter in the midst of his recuperation but faltered after having noticed something peculiar…

As his metal staff spun between his large green digits, he saw a contrast of red on the smallest finger of his left hand. For a split second he assumed it was blood, thinking he somehow had been wounded in his scrap with the other two crooks, but there was no open gash or cut present on his hand. His eyes narrowed behind his goggles to focus his vision on the stark color and he brought his appendage closer to his view, nearly forgetting that he was in the middle of a fight until a familiar voice called out to him.

“Donnie!!” They warned and he flinched. Fear striking him when his gaze snapped to the short blade of the box cutter that was being thrust towards his face. Luckily, years of reflex training had him move just in time to avoid a critical injury, but he didn’t go unharmed. Unknown Person No.3 managed to nick him on the top of his cheek just below his left eye. Ignoring the sudden appearance of red momentarily, he turned his attention back to the thug and spun his bo into his diaphragm.

Another one of his Sensei’s lessons about ‘ never underestimating his enemies ’ and ‘ to remain focused during battle ’ echoed in the purple-coded mutants’ head and spite burned between his brows. Just as the man recovered from the air being knocked out of his lungs and he lifted his head, Donatello smacked him across the face with the tip of his staff. The man finally falling to the ground and unconscious.

Bastard.

Before he had time to inspect his injury, his cold-colored brother was at his side with his hands on his shoulders.

“Donnie, are you okay?” He asked, but didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, he moved his hands to his face, maneuvering it into a position where he could get a better look on the cut of his cheek. His normally, cool-blue eyes we’re blown up with a look of fear that Donatello didn’t witness often, and it had him reconsidering the severity of the attack. However, the anticipation that built in his chest subsided when Leonardo’s gaze softened.

“Bad news; it’s gonna scar. Good news; you’ll finally match the rest of us.” He smirked.

Donatello huffed and pulled his face out of his brothers’ hands. Pushing his goggles to the top of his head and sheathing his bo staff to his shell.

“What happened back there, Donnie? I kind of expect Mikey to lose his head in the clouds but not you.” He pressed.

Donatello grumbled and dropped his gaze. He could feel that his eyes wanted to wander back to his left hand, but he was almost too afraid to look. As he swung his final blow on the assailant, he caught the crimson color in his view again and recognized it for what it really was. He had heard of the ‘Red String of Fate’ as a myth. A legend, a rumor, an old wives tale. There had been some speculation of it happening to people throughout history, but no scientific proof. And Donatello wasn’t the kind of guy to believe in something without seeing it first hand for himself.

So, if he didn’t look at it, that would mean it didn’t actually exist… Right?

Uncertainty pulled at the corners of his lips as he extended his hand in front of his brother and splayed out his fingers. A bright red string wrapped snuggly around his smallest digit. Leonardo’s eyes widened again as he stared at the thread, but this time he looked with confusion. He brought his gaze back to him expectantly and naturally, he opened his mouth to explain.

“It’s–” He started but paused when he realized how silly it would be to speak of it out loud, let alone embarrassing… “Um–”

“The Red String of Fate.” Leonardo finished for him.

Donatello’s brows arched with surprise. “Y–You know about the myth?”

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it a myth now.”

“Oh. Right…” Donatello lowered his hand and his gaze fell with it. His eyes locked on the red string in deep thought. He curled and flexed his fingers, speculating that the construct might simply vanish if he were to tamper with its existence. But as he turned over his hand, the tail end of the string extended and pointed into a specific direction away from the both of them. The two cool-colored mutants straightened in attention, but stayed silent as they looked off in the distance.

Eventually, Leonardo broke the silence with a question that had Donatello snapping his head back to him in disbelief.

“So… We gonna go find them?”

“ W-What?!” The lean mutant exclaimed and cringed at how his voice cracked. His cheeks immediately turning a darker shade of green.

Leonardo couldn’t help but to smile, albeit a bit sheepishly. “Okay, the way I worded it was a little– weird. ”

“ Ya think? ”

“What I meant was, don’t you wanna– investigate a little? See who your cosmic soulmate is?” The blue clad turtle shrugged.

“No!” He covered the red string on his hand with his other, as if that would snuff out his brother’s questionable curiosity.

“What do you mean?--”

Donatello groaned tiredly. “I don’t even know if I believe in this!”

“How could you not? The proof is right there!” Leonardo pointed at his hand.

Cautiously, Donatello lifted his right hand just enough for him to peak underneath it. Checking to see if the little red thread was still intertwined around his finger. It was of course and he groaned again.

“Okay… I suppose I can’t deny its legitimacy but–” He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.

Out of the twenty-million residents who lived in New York, fate had decided that he, a mutant ninja turtle, was to be romantically bound to another. Who they were or what they looked like, he had no clue, but statistically thinking… His ‘other’ was most likely a human being. And from his experience, most human beings didn’t react positively to the fact that he was a nearly seven-foot tall, bioengineered reptile when they first saw him. He doubted that it would be any different in this case.

Even with the literal string attached.

“I’m not ready.” He paused again before adding on quickly, “To see them yet that is.” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and averted his gaze from his brothers’.

Leonardo stared at him in silence, and it felt as if he was trying to burn a hole into his head. As if to get inside his mind and find out what he was really thinking. Just as it was beginning to feel like too much, he finally spoke.

“Alright.” His arms flopped against his side and he turned away from him, looking in another direction. “Let’s tie them up and head home then.” He gestured to the thugs with a cock of his head and started to walk off, but Donatello reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from going any further.

“Leo,” he started, but licked his bottom lip in hesitation. “Thanks… And please don’t tell Raph or Mikey. Especially Mikey.”

An amused puff of air escaped Leonardo’s nostrils. “I won’t say anything to them, but you know Mikey’s gonna be upset when he eventually finds out. Probably cry about how it didn’t happen to him instead.”

Donatello hummed in agreement and for a split second, he kind of wished it had happened to his orange-clad brother instead. At least then he’d be able to observe the phenomenon from the outside and record his findings on the matter if he were to experience it for himself. Normally, he didn’t mind going into things ‘ blind ’, metaphorically speaking. It was part of being a scientist, figuring things out through trial and error. But with this kind of subject? He’d prefer to have some knowledge on how to go about it. Unfortunately, he was on his own.

Turning to follow his brother, Donatello took one last look in the direction the red string pointed off to and wondered if you were having the same troubling thoughts? Then, the idea of you looking for him crossed his mind and it pushed his focus back to the round up. The last thing he wanted was for you to find him in the middle of the night, amongst bodies of thugs, and with a bloodied face.

#OC x Canon Week #OC x Canon Week 2023 #TMNT #TMNT x Reader #TMNT Bayverse #TMNT 2014 #TMNT 2016 #Donatello #Donatello x Reader #TMNT Imagine #TMNT Lit #Mermies Writing

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knifedancer · 9 months

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Love At First Sight - Silly Thoughts

Thinking about miraculous intrinsic effects and how that might impact Argos/Felix while writing 'Love At First Sight: Bonus'. How he would fan out his coat tails dramatically in front of his desired partner/mate…led to this giggle-inducing image in my head.

Young adults. Post Hawkmoth. Post Argos Redemption.

Main Story

Bonus, Sorta

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“What….is….happening?” Marinette’s bewildered whisper was nearly drowned out by the lively guitar music, her forehead creased in confusion and curiosity. Wayzz and Tikki floated over her left shoulder, the turtle kwami sporting the same mildly fascinated look an animal documentarist might have watching a rare species while the red bug kwami looked unimpressed and bored. All three pairs of eyes focused on the flashy display of blues, purples, and greens before them; augmented by the occasional trilling of a flute.

Wayzz cleared his throat and adopted a more serious expression before speaking softly. “Observe, the male of the species. It is said to be legend in some cultures that the flamboyant display is a divine sign of incoming monsoon.” He paused and all three tilted their heads as the tapping of feet increased, then reduced yet again.

Tikki snorted, “I wish a monsoon would come end this. Where’s Plagg when you need him?”

The turtle continued as if she had not spoken. “Their call is often described as haunting…” – another flute trill – “…if loud. Only the male has the beautiful plumage to display, which they can do for only short amounts of time—”

“Not short enough.” The bug snarked over Wayzz’s calm voice.

“Tikki!” came Marinette’s affronted whisper.

“…Their feathers are considered to ward off bad energies or provide luck and protection in certain cultures.”

All three blinked as the display before them expanded and grew to be more colorful.

“Good grief…” Tikki sighed in exasperation, bringing her small nub of a paw up to rub at her face.

“In the spring the male’s tail will come in fully, which they will fan it open and shake them, in an effort to attract a mate—”

“A WHAT?!” Marinette whisper screeched, her eyes bulging as her face reddened. She peeled her gaze from the deadpan kwami and back towards the man in front of her. Viewing the strange performance that he was exhibiting in a new light, she rested her chin behind interwoven fingers while deep in thought.

“The peacock wishes to charm and be selected as a mate, Grand Guardian,” Wayzz stated simply.

“Hmph, certainly new. When was the last time we had a male peafowl holder?” Tikki mused to her fellow kwami while her chosen deliberated silently.

“Oh goodness, not for a couple millennia. He was a Buddhist monk, if I recall correctly…took a vow of celibacy…” the turtle hummed softly, his eyes following the ostentatious movements.

The bug kwami patted the young woman’s cheek, gaining her attention. “It could be worse, Marinette. Remember when Chat Noir left dead mice on your balcony?”

The bluenette cringed, “Ugh, no, I had hoped to forget that phase forever.”

Tikki giggled, “Plagg wasn’t much better. When he decided to court me in the 13th century, he brought a large slice of Pont l’Eveque into the miracle box.” Marinette looked horrified. “Took it at least a century to air that out. The miraculous temple was very displeased.” Both kwami shuddered at the memory.

With a loud bang, all three jumped and returned their attention back to the dancing young man before them. “Pyrotechnics?! Okay, that’s it!” Marinette got up and stormed over to the boombox, cutting the music and leaving a breathless Argos stumbling to a stop.

“Wha…”

“I like you too. Pick me up for dinner at 20:00, nothing too fancy,” the bluenette called out over her shoulder as she walked away.

“Wait! You didn’t let me finish!” The blond protested tiredly, panting from the exertion.

The young woman paused with one foot hooked on the fire escape ladder, looking at him fondly. “It was a lovely dance, Felix. I especially liked when you shook your—ahem, 20:00. Don’t be late.” With that, she disappeared over the side of the roof and back towards her open apartment window.

“BUT I TOOK FLAMENCO LESSONS FOR EIGHT WEEKS FOR THIS!”

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The original story that this silly thought came from, Love At First Sight, can be found on AO3

#marivanily #felinette #MarGos #drabble #felix x marinette #marinette dupain cheng #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #tikki #duusu #wayzz #miraculous ladybug #funny #intrinsic effects #argos

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drakkensystem · 2 years

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My Personal Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Headcanons

Section 1: They're all queer as fuck

Part 1: All of the turtles are trans/genderqueer in some fashion

Real life facts: For most turtle species- including alligator snapping turtles, box turtles, and red-eared sliders but NOT including softshells (we'll get around to ol' Donnie boy in a minute) you can determine the sex of an individual by looking at the shape of their plastron (aka chest/stomach).

Males always have concave (inward curving) plastrons

Females' plastrons are convex (outward curving), flat, or bumpy. For most species the shape varies from individual to individual, but female plastrons are never concave.

Tldr: concave (inward curving) plastrons = biologically male; any other plastron shape = biologically female

Now, let's look at our 3 (non-softshell) boys' plastrons

First, Raph

Raph's plastron is flat with a bump on top (aka, not concave). Therefore he is AFAB (or should I say AFAH- assigned female at hatching?).

Now I headcanon that he is a binary trans man. When Raph was very young, Splinter realized that Raph didn't like something about his deadname so he asked him about it and eventually got the turtle tot to admit that it felt wrong for him, that it felt more like a girl's name. To which Splinter said, "Are you not a girl?"/genuine and Raph said no, he feels more like a boy. So Splinter was like, "ah, my mistake. I guess you need a boy name then- how about Raphael?" (this would match the Renaissance name he gave his other son) The little turtle thought very hard for a moment. It felt right. "Raph likes that name". Splinter chuckles "Raphael it is"

Then when Donnie and/or Leo had trouble remembering to not use his deadname (Mikey was just learning to talk at the time, so she only ever remembers Raph's name being Raph), Raph would subtly remind them by referring to himself in the 3rd person, and after a while the habit stuck.

Speaking of his brothers:

Mikey, the youngest but the second one to change names and come out.

Here is Mikey's plastron

Flat = Not concave = Mikey is also AFAH.

I said "come out" but Mikey has always known that he was neither a girl or a boy, but rather- both? Or neither? Honestly she doesn't bother to try to figure it out and usually just identifies as "queer as ginger beer, baby!". If pressed for more details about his gender she shrugs and says "genderfluid". Mikey uses mirror pronouns.

When Leo began teasing Mikey about how girly her deadname was (Leo dealing with his own gender dysphoria in an unhealthy way, as per typical of the slider) Mikey decided to change his name for 2 reasons 1)on some unconscious level she understood why Leo was teasing her about the name and he thought if he had a different one it would make Leo less uncomfortable and 2)she was in the middle of a hyperfixation on (the Renaissance artist) Michaelangelo's art and the idea of being named after one of the best artists of all time made him do a happy-stim dance. Incidentally, Mikey is the only one who doesn't care whether anyone knows his deadname (it's Kitsu- a Japanese name meaning "tangerine/orange" because "you bring the sweetness and brightness of this sunny fruit into our lives every day")

Splinter found out that Mikey wanted to change her name and, not having any kind of concept of genders beyond male and female, (and thinking back to his experience with his eldest) came to the conclusion that Mikey was a boy. Mikey tried to explain it to him once, but when Splinter's eyes glazed over Mikey decided she didn't care if his Dad thought of her as a weird kind of boy.

He once had a phase where she decided he wanted to come up with his own neopronouns and landed on "orangeh/orangir/orangehs" (pronounced identically to the english words "orange", "oranger" and "oranges"). Honestly Mikey only kept it up for as long as orangeh did to see the twitch on Donnie's face every time Splinter forced the softshell to use the correct pronouns for his little brother ("But those are ALREADY REAL WORDS with a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MEANING!" "Nuh-uh, I made new ones! :P" "They are pronounced EXACTLY THE SAME!" "Purple, respect your brother's gender identity and call him what he- I mean Orange- wants to be called or I'm taking away your soldering iron for a week!" "GAAURAGH! FiiINE! I will use orangehs DUM-DUM little words to refer to orangir even though orangeh is only doing it to annoy me >:( !!" *Mikey grins smugly*)

Incidentally, this was when Splinter started referring to them by their colors because his neurodivergent ass had trouble remembering to not use his sons' deadnames and if the pronouns were going to change too? That was more than he could handle. But Splinter was dead-set (get it ;) on respecting their gender identities so colors it is (thank God he had already color-coordinated them)

Ah, Leo. Leo Leo Leo

As we can see here, Leo's plastron is not concave, ergo he is also AFAH (also biologically male red-eared sliders' markings often fade as they reach adulthood and their skin produces more melanin, while biologically female sliders retain the same bright coloring they had as hatchlings. But since some male sliders don't get darker skin, we're not going to count this as proof of his gender assigned at hatching. Evidence? yes. But proof? No)

When Raphael came out to their dad, Leo became extremely jealous of his older brother because of Raph's name change because of the extra attention Raph got from their Dad. And, ironically, this only made the red-eared slider firmer in his insistence that he wasn't an "icky boy :P"- he was NOT (!) going to copy his older brother even though he kinda wanted to.

So Leo dealt with his gender dysphoria in other ways -

becoming ultra-competitive ("just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't cream you, DonTon!" "Bring it on then, twin sister" *Leo just gives a wordless scream of rage*)

teasing every single one of his siblings about gender stuff every chance he can (except Raph- the first time Leo implied that Raph wasn't a "real boy" Raph ran off crying and Leo was grounded for a month- with no pizza)

developing that characteristic, deflectingly cocky personality

when things were really bad he became aggressively angry (when this happened he usually got it out by sparring with Raph or Donnie no, not because Leo's jealous, why would he be jealous

When Mikey changed his name, at first Leo became insanely jealous found Mikey to be even more annoying than usual until one day Dr Feelings, in her first ever appearance (*internally* "I only changed my name in the first place to try to make Leo feel better, but now Leo's feeling even more upset! Wait, that's it- feelings. I'll be Dr Feelings") , told Leo that if he was so jealous of Mikey and Raph changing their names, why didn't he just change his?

An argument ensued with Dr Feelings trying to get Leo to tell him what's wrong until finally Leo blurts out:

"Because! It's not like it would stop everyone from calling me a girl anyway!"

"...But if you asked us to we would"

*one existential crisis later*

"Raph, Donnie, Mikey: I have an important announcement to make... I'm not a girl, I'm a boy and my name isn't [deadname] it's Leonardo"

"Did you pick that because you wanted to match how the rest of us are named after famous artists?"

"Or because Michelangelo's greatest rival was Leonardo Da Vinci? :D"

*His twin knew it was because he was going through a Leonardo DiCaprio fixation but other than giving his brother in blue a smirk, Donnie kept his mouth shut*

*sweating* "...Yes, of course that's why"

Raph took it upon himself to make sure that Splinter knew to respect Leo's new name and pronouns and the family has never looked back.

Now, let's swing back around to the autistic softshell.

Now, softshell plastrons are not sexually dimorphic in shape (tangent - is it actually sexual dimorphism when it is actually directly related to mating?) Anyway, our best metric here is shell pattern.

The pattern on a biologically female spiny softshell's carapace (back shell) will change as she reaches sexual maturity. Male spiny softshells retain their hatchling pattern their whole lives.

So, let's look at DonDon's shell pattern as a hatchling and as a teenager.

Donnie's shell still has the same basic pattern it did when he was a baby, so he must have been amah. But don't let those he/him pronouns fool you: Donnie is non-binary.

When his older brother Raph admitted to their dad that he felt more like a boy than a girl and then Splinter gave Raphael a new name, it set gears turning in little Donnie's head.

Donnie asked Raph about his feelings regarding gender and then had a conversation with Splinter- ostensibly to explain why he should call Raph "Raph" and how someone who (from Donnie's perspective) used to be a girl was now a boy. In actuality of course, our little scientist was gathering data about gender and how gender works.

His conclusion? More data is necessary.

So he watches his other siblings. He sees how Leo seems obsessed with gender and is also just, kinda angry, like all the time. He notices how Papá begins to use he/him pronouns for Mikey.

Then when he sees Leo's impassioned coming out speech, he finally arrives at a few conclusions:

1)Your gender is not necessarily tied to your physical sex (and the people who think otherwise are dum-dums whom he will keep away from his siblings at all costs)

2)Some people have very strong feelings about gender.

3)These people's strong feelings about gender are what determines whether they are a boy or a girl

4)Therefore, since he doesn't have strong feelings of being a boy or a girl, he must be neither.

5) Since he's not a girl he sees no point in changing his name and/or pronouns - honestly it would just confuse Papá and besides, with things as they are, he and his brothers' names are all matching.

When Donnie gets exposure to the queer community on the internet he finds out about nonbinary genders ("ah, an explanation for Mikey's confusing babbling about gender") and then xenogenders and suddenly everything clicks into place.

Donnie begins to quietly collect gender labels into a super-encrypted, password protected for-Donnie's-eyes-only document: slowly at first (if he isn't 100% sure that it vibes, he doesn't add it to the document). But then eventually Mikey's carefree attitude about gender rubs off enough that he begins adding anything that vaguely fits (this, of course, necessitates turning his list into a table so that he can add another parameter for each entry- namely, how much does it apply- and then organize them by said metric)

If you ask him what his gender is, he has a spectrum of responses based on how familiar with xenogenders you are.

0 - "Sure, you can use he/him pronouns for me"- for those who lack the context of there being more than 2 genders (aka, Splinter)

1 - "I'm nonbinary, which means I'm neither fully a boy nor fully a girl but he/him pronouns are fine"

2 - "I'm a xenby (that's xenogender+enby) with some masculinity in my gender identity"

3 - "I am a mascuon neurogender gendercollector. My other lead genders include, but are not limited to: autigender, purplegender, techgender and vibrogender"

4 - literally just shows them his gender-collection document- only 2 people have ever had this privilege: Mikey and April. The latter of whom accidentally saw it briefly over his shoulder before even knowing that he's nonbinary/trans, but when she was cool about it made him trust her enough to info-dump about his gender to her (as he does semi-regularly with Mikey when there has been a significant update). Unlike with Mikey, he hasn't info-dumped to April about his gender more than once (she tried, she really did. But she could only pay attention for so long before her eyes started to glaze over)

Some of Donnie's other gender labels include (but are not limited to) darkwebgender, deepwebgender, genderwhat, neurbinary, nesciōgender, rouene, stebaonic, stimgender, void hoarder, xumgender

Queer Headcanon Part 1 | Queer Headcanon Part 2

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rainnybear · 6 months

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Male box turtles usually have red eyes

Imagine how much more terrifying doctor delicate touch would be

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo hamato #doctor delicate touch

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piecesofreeses · 1 month

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Closer

Awsten’s boyfriend, Ash, (original male character) age regresses when he just needs to relax. Luckily, Awsten’s the best caregiver ever.

In the world of “I need you closer or I need it over,” this is what happens when Awsten’s lover comes closer.

Notes: Love you guys! If you’re interested in similar content, check out my story I’m Sorry, I Can’t Help It about little!awsten.

TW: Caregiver called “dada,” discussion of Awsten being scared of spiders

AND ON TO THE STORYYYYYY

“Awsie! Awsie!” Ash squeals, running onto the tour bus searching for his boyfriend. “Awsie, look what I found at the gift shop!” Ash keeps yelling, whipping his head around wildly looking for Awsten with an infectious smile growing across his face.

“Hey bug!” Awsten calls from the couch. “Come show me!” Finally locating the red-haired boy, Ash throws himself over the back of the couch, flopping over into Awsten’s lap with a screech.

“Is a puppy!” Ash says, holding up a small dog stuffed animal made of soft, minky fabric with adorable floppy ears.

“They’re almost as cute as you, sweetpea! What’s their name?” Awsten asks, matching the little’s excitement.

“His name’s Bailey,” Ash replies matter-of-factly.

Awsten laughs, “Okay then, Bailey. It’s nice to meet you! How old are you feeling?”

“No no no!” Ash erupts into a fit of giggles. You’re supposed to ask me how old I feel!”

“Oh my mistake. How silly of me,” Awsten says seriously before switching back to the goofy tone of voice he adopts when he can tell Ash is regressed. “Well then Ashy, how old are you feeling?”

“M three!” Ash responds excitedly with a slightly childish lisp that makes the number come out more like ‘free.’ It makes Awsten smile as he notices it. When his real baby voice comes out like that it usually means he’s actually let himself slip all the way. Awsten tries not to make a big deal out of it, but he loves when his boyfriend regresses around him. He not only finds it adorable, but it feels like a show of trust. He’s playing the role of a parent and Ash is letting him. Sometimes, Ash even calls him dada, but not often, as the little has a hard time not feeling guilty or embarrassed about finding comfort in the name.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Awsten nods thoughtfully. “Oh! You’re a big boy today!” He jokes, scooping Ash up and pulling him onto his lap. He’s so grateful Ash was finally comfortable with Awsten explaining his regression to the others on the tour. It makes everything easier, and they sometimes even have fun together. Awsten doesn't have to worry about Jawn, Otto, Geoff, or Lucas walking in and thinking something is going on, because as soon as they hear the lilt in their bandmates voice, they know Ash is just little. It’s been so fun to bring him along on the tour this time, and Awsten’s pretty sure he’s having a good time too, as evidenced by the great, big smile and bright eyes looking up at him right now. “Do you want cuddles or do you want to play with Bailey, love?”

“Wan play!” Ash yells. Awsten rolls his eyes lovingly at the younger’s terrible volume control.

“Okay, bubba,” Awsten says, picking the boy up and setting him on the floor. They both lay down on their stomachs and Ash starts to play with Bailey. Awsten reaches to the left to pull out Ash’s box of little toys and picks a small green turtle for himself.

“Jenny!” Ash squeals, seeing the turtle Awsten picked.

“Why don't we have a tea party?” Awsten suggests.

Just as Awsten brings up the idea, Lucas walks onto the bus with Geoff in tow. “A tea party?” Lucas says excitedly, “I sure hope I’m invited!” Ash’s eyes light up seeing some of his boyfriends – and therefore his – closest friend.

“You’re invited, Lulu! And you can comes too Effy,” Ash exclaims, looking at Awsten absolutely thrilled to have more company.

Awsten smiles warmly at Geoff and Lucas, more grateful than anything for how they’d not only welcomed his boyfriend into their circle, but welcomed his regression and little side with open arms. They’d been absolutely perfect, and it just made Awsten even more sure that he had found his people. Listening to Ash call them ‘Lulu’ and ‘Effy’ made his heart feel like it was going to explode.

“Should I get us some refreshments, Ashy?” Geoff asks, leaning down to the little on the floor. He gets a nod and a grin in response.

“Lulu you gotta pick a stuffy,” Ash states and Awsten shrugs at his manager.

“You heard him!”

Digging through the basket, Lucas picks out a pink bunny named Strawberry. She’s usually his go to when he plays with little Ash. “Can I bring Strawberry again?”

“Mhm!” Ash responds, sitting up and crawling into Awsten’s lap. Awsten and Lucas make eye contact, knowing Ash is getting smaller and this may not last all that long with how sleepy they look. Awsten helps Ash get situated in his lab and wraps his arms around Ash, who has both Bailey and Jenny in his lap.

“The tea is prepared!” Geoff calls out and walks over to them. They all laugh at Geoff’s silly accent as he passes out the ‘tea.’ The ‘tea’ is actually apple juice, because Lord knows neither Ash or Awsten would actually drink tea unless all the sugar in the bus was poured into it.

“Well this is delicious!” Awsten responds, matching Geoff’s silly voice. “Thank you for putting his in a sippy,” he adds quietly.

“Dada you’re so silly!” Ashy yells without even considering that he usually refuses to call Awsten anything other than Awsie in front of company. Lucas and Geoff smile. Awsten has talked to them both about how guilty Ash feels about calling him that. They’re both happy to see Ash more relaxed around them. He clearly makes Awsten happy and they both deserve that. Being a caregiver seems to give Awsten a purpose he didn't have before. He takes care of himself better, because now he has Ash to take care of too, on occasion.

“Your dada is so silly!” Geoff laughs out. “Yesterday, he saw a spider and he got so scared he squealed just like you!”

“Dada are you scared of spiders?” Ash asks, shocked. “How are you scared of da spiders? I loves spidies!”

“I don’t know, bubs! I just don't like them very much, but I am so glad you like them!”

Lucas giggles at how far Awsten had downplayed his fear of spiders to his boyfriend. “Ashy, your dada is so scared of spiders. Sometime, you can come with me and we can go see some spidies because Awsie is a little too nervous around them,” Lucas says.

“Yes! Let's go see some spidies, Lulu!”

Lucas laughs. “Another time, but soon, Ashy!”

Awsten shudders just thinking about the creatures and tries to change the subject. “Sweetie, do you need some help with your tea?”

“Yes peas dada,” Ash says with a hint of embarrassment.

“No problem, sweetpea! It’s a good thing Geoffy put it in your sippy,” Awsten reminds as he helps Ash lean the cup up to take a sip. “Good job, bubs,” he adds, lowering the cup and setting it down on the carpet.

“No wait! Bailey needs some too!” Ash screeches.

Awsten flinches away from the loud noise briefly, but recovers momentarily. “Silly me! Here, hold Bailey and I will give him a sip,” Awsten suggests. As Ash holds Bailey up, Awsten pretends to let the stuffie drink out of Ash’s sippy cup.

Lucas watches and then says, “I’m going to give Strawberry some too! She must be so thirsty!” Gently, Lucas props up the bunny against his knee and pretends to give her a drink from his glass.

Geoff, realizing he is the only on without a stuffed animal, reaches over to the bin and picks up a blue sea horse. “Ashy, can I play with this one?”

“Uh huh! Dats Reggie,” Ashy states. “Make sure he gets tea too. Kay?”

“I will,” Geoff promises and pretends to give Reggie the seahorse a bit of his apple juice. “Does dada’s turtle need some too?”

“Jenny! Dada you forgot Jenny!”

Awsten, not entirely sure how to recover from this grave error, looks to Geoff.

“Oh, dada didn’t forget, he was just busy holding you, Ashy,” Geoff suggests hopefully. Awsten’s face has a hilarious ‘you’re my savior’ look across it and Geoff struggles not to laugh at his friend.

“Mmm, kay,” Ash accepts. Then, he picks up the little turtle, Jenny, and hands her to Geoff. “Give her a drink?”

“Absolutely,” Geoff says, miming letting the turtle pick the glass up and drink from it. Geoff watches as Ash’s eyes start to close and he gives Awsten a look.

“Ashy, honey, are you sleepy?” Awsten says after noticing the obvious exhaustion painted on the little’s face.

“Nuh uh,” Ash responds quietly, beginning to suck on his thumb.

“Honey no. That’s dirty. Can you use your paci instead?” Awsten reminds.

Ash just curls closer into Awsten and neglects to reply.

Lucas stifles a laugh, “I’ll get it, Awsten. In their bunk?”

Awsten nods gratefully and pulls his little one in closer. “Lulu is getting your paci, bubba. You know we don’t put fingers in our mouths.”

Lucas walks back with the decorated blue pacifier. It has little sea creatures on it and small gems along the shield. Slowly and so very gently, Awsten pulls Ash’s thumb from their mouth and grabs the paci from Lucas, quickly pressing it into the little’s mouth. He makes the switch with practiced ease and Ash hardly stirs. “Thanks, guys. He loves you so much.”

“Of course,” “Anytime,” Geoff and Lucas respond at the same time.

“You guys can totally stay, but I am going to get into bed with him for a little while. He’s out cold, but if I let him out of my arms, he’ll definitely wake up and he really could use the sleep,” Awsten says. “If you stay, could you try to keep the volume down when you can?

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Absolutely, man! We’ll be quiet.”

“Thanks, you two. You’re literally the best friends I could ask for.”

“We know,” Geoff jokes. “Jawn and Otto will be mad they missed the tea party.”

Lucas laughs quietly, “I think you mean Awny and Oddo.”

“Oh shut it Lulu,” Jawn quips, him and Otto walking in at the best – or worst – time.

“Hey guys–” Awsten starts, trying not to laugh and wake the little in his lap.

“Don’t worry, Awsten. I know. Ash is little, be quiet, they need the sleep, you're going to get in the bunk with them. Am I right?” Jawn lists with certainty.

“...Yes,” Awsten admits.

“We all know the drill now, man,” Geoff comments, snickering as he watches Awsten try to stand up while carrying Ash. “You did it! Congrats!” Geoff says sarcastically as Awsten finally gets to his feet.

“Dude!” Awsten shushes, putting Ash into his bunk and crawling in along with him before pulling the curtain closed. A second later, he sticks an arm out reaching down to the floor to grab Bailey who’d fallen out. “Naptime, guys.”

Otto responds in a whisper, “Yeah, yeah. It’s a good thing you two are cute.”

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bondew · 4 months

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I got bored- I love my freckled, fluffy red head! (Oh Cade, u and ur neatly brushed hair are loved too)

Two Bathroom Stalls.

Cadence Lane.

The piercing sound of my alarm rings in my ear the next morning. It’s around 6am and I’ve only slept for 4 hours. I stumble to the mirror and I flip it back to face me. As the sun peeks from under the curtains I brush my hair so it doesn’t reflect my mind. My room is completely clean, well excluding my desk drawers. I shove on a tight black turtle neck and white dress pants. I don’t change my black stud earrings, I don’t really have any other pairs anyway. I swing my bag onto one shoulder and slide on my loafers as I step out.

Tossing a mint into my mouth a sudden hoard of people pile into the hallway. They sound like squawking vultures as they push past me. I run my hand through my hair and make my way downstairs. My first class is at 8, I was meant to finish my project last night but because of the situation I have to do it this morning. I skip breakfast and end up in the library. Without saying a word I sit down and open up my laptop. Skimming through the essay I quickly edit it, I’m confident that I won’t miss any mistakes. There is hardly ever any, I am the top of the class for a reason.

I put my earbuds in and open up my notebook. My peace doesn’t last long, the stampede of boys stride into library. I notice one of them sneak away from the group as they wander around and talk to girls. He heads to the non-fiction section and grabs a thick, hard covered book about bugs. My computer is still open so when he decides to ignore all the other free tables and sit in front of me he is partly blocked out. I can see his freckled forehead and fluffy orange hair over the top of my screen but this decreases as he slumps down and starts to read. Shaking my head back to reality I tap on my page with a pen and start to write. My playlist is open on my screen and every time a song changes I glance up.

I’ve basically fallen asleep but when a book slams closed I suddenly jolt up.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you! U-uh I have to get to class!” The orange-haired boy says as he runs out of the room. Glancing at my watch I gather my stuff and sprint out just behind him. I arrive in the lecture room just before the clock hits 8, I’m panting and all eyes are on me. Fixing my hair I stand up straight and rush to a seat before anyone says anything.

Dazz Shawn.

It was probably a mistake choosing to study literature and theatre. I basically have no free time. I’m only a couple minutes late and luckily the director doesn’t seem to care. Dropping a heavy book about bugs and my tote bag on the floor I head backstage where I’m warmly welcomed.

We do a lot of theory in theatre obviously, I mean it is still a university class but today we have prac, the best part. For some weird reason the teacher randomly decided this year was the year we were going to do a performance! I mean I’m not unhappy, I love plays! But it was kinda out of the blue. I landed the male lead somehow so.. um yeah. I can’t really afford to be late to class anymore. The stage has been prepped with half-painted sets and random boxes since somebody lost the proper ones.

I washed my hair this morning so it’s all kinda fluffy and sticking out weirdly, nobody has really noticed. Not like I expect them to anyway! Like it’s just washing my hair.. haha. Um.. thankfully all my friends are studying things like, physics, sports science and mathematics so I don’t have to embarrass myself in-front of them when I’m horribly acting.

“Oh, by the way Dazz! You obviously know that we are doing Romeo and Juliet but just confirming you’re all good for the kiss?” My teacher interrupts my train of thought while I’m sitting on the edge of the stage. My legs instantly stop swinging and I go bright red.

“Yeahhh.. wait who’s Juliet again..” I struggle out.

“Right!” He flips his clipboard, “Hmm.. oh right of course! It’s Olivia Irwin!” He looks at me and smiles innocently.

“Yep! Ok all good!” I say quickly. Like obviously I knew I was going to have to kiss someone like it’s Romeo and Juliet for gods sake! But Olivia?! She’s like the prettiest, most talented person ever! Well atleast in this school!

Now don’t get the wrong idea I definitely don’t have a crush on her! Like I don’t really have a type but I just can’t date or crush on someone who has seen me trip into like three paint buckets!

#lgbtq #mental health #lgbtq community #young writer #writing #begging u to read my writing

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cats-and-confusion · 1 year

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Fun fact male ornate box turtles can have red eyes. All of us have skipped out on the potential here

#rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #rise of the turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #bring back rise of the tmnt #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #rise of the tmnt

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neontimeleonprime · 6 months

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Box turtles have brown or red eyes

Male box turtles usually have red eyes

Mikey has white eyes

What is wrong with you @mikey-ninjaturtle

Also imagine how scary you’d be with red eyes haha

Doctor Delicate touch would be double the terrifying

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt roleplay #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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meeludrawz · 1 year

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Not your dad - Part 1

Heya I'm back from "my arm hurts break" >:3 Purple = Donnie's family Orange = Mikey's family Blue, red, etc. (Yellow is April's) IF ONLY TUMBLR WOULD ALLOW MORE COLORS *SOBS* Anyways, this one is wayyy shorter than the previous one and this one WILL have multiple parts >:3 @ackalice

------------------------------------------------- Inside an abandoned scrapyard, teenagers were hanging out. Most of them were sitting here and there while two others were combat training. It was a male mutant gecko against a long black-haired female human. A young man, with wavy blonde hair, was sitting inside a car right in front of the fighters. He was trying to fix the wheels of his skateboard. He looked up at the fight and examined the gecko. "Hey, Kenji! Why don't ya have a shell or plastron like the others?" "Yeah, you're just.. Gecko" Added a young woman, sitting in the back of an old pickup. Her red hair was tied up into a ponytail as she played with a ball. The mutant gecko abruptly stopped fighting and examined himself. "Uh- I actually don't know" The young black-haired woman groaned. She was clearly pissed at the fact that Kenji interrupted their training. "Kenji, focus!" He turned back to her. "Right, sorry Shino" The mutant stood quickly into a defensive pose.

The two of them restarted training as another voice was heard. "Actually, I asked my father about this" This young girl was a mix between an axolotl and a turtle. Well, she looked like an axolotl but had some shell plates on her body. "The answer is quite simple, it only means that Uncle Michelangelo is not Kenji's biological father"

Kenji froze as he heard those words coming out of Marisol's mouth. In the blink of an eye, his bo staff was cut in two by Shinobu's katanas. Both teenagers staggered at first but regained their balance fairly quickly. "You're lying, right?" Kenji looked up to Marisol, the axolotl-turtle hybrid. They both silently stared at each other while the rest of the group awkwardly waited for anyone to break the silence. "Why would I even lie? Tell me, Hamato Kenji, what would I get if I lied to you?" Marisol kept her gaze on her cousin. Kenji took the pieces of his broken staff and then angrily and quickly walked away, leaving his cousins in an uncomfortable situation.

Later in the evening, the whole family was reunited at the table for dinner. April, Casey and Karai's families were only eating with them on special occasions, like birthdays, Christmas, etc. Yes, sometimes life was hard since the four brothers or literally anyone could fight but as a team, they often would find a path of agreement. "Kenji? Could you get a juice box for Cody?" Elina gently asked as she was spoon-feeding her youngest. Kenji was the closest to the fridge so of course she asked him. "Do it yourself" Kenji angrily mumbled as the whole table fell silent. Everyone blinked, except the younger ones, since they did not understand what just happened. "Don't you fucking dare speak like that to your mother" Raphael was the first to answer. "Raphael" Leo and Marshanda both said at the same time. They looked at each other but Leo stayed silent, letting Marshanda handle this.

"What?" Raphael glared at both of them. "It is not Raphael's fight" Mars glared back at the red-masked turtle and Leo nodded, agreeing with the tiger. Raph groaned but gave up anyways. Now that this was settled, Mikey took a small breath and looked at Kenji. "Hey, pal, that was a pretty uncool tone that ya used there so if ya could be nice and say sorry to your-" "Oh fuck off!!" Kenji stormed out of the dining room and his chair fell to the floor. Both Elina and Mikey stood up. "Kenji!" His mom worriedly called for him, but of course, he didn't come back. Mikey and Elina both worriedly glanced at each other. Donnie leaned to the right, where his daughter was sitting. "Analysis?" he said as quietly as possible. Marisol also leaned toward her father. "I told him that uncle Michelangelo was not his biological father" "Ah.. Noted" Both Donnie and Marisol stood back up as if nothing happened. "Ken! Come back!" Mikey started but then looked at Raph who kept trying to catch his attention. The red-masked turtle showed his fist to his brother, telling him that he needed to be firm and Leo facepalmed at that. Mikey turned back to the hallway. "If ya don't come back, I'll um- I'll remove the wheels of ya skateboard dude!" "Oh for fuck's sake Mikey.." Raph facepalmed.

-------------------------------------------------------------- Mikey is a good dad, but his kids never acted like Kenji did before so he doesn't know how to act. Usually, when they have a problem, they immediately speak to Elina or Mikey because they trust them. But this time, Kenji realized that both his parents "lied" to him so how could he trust them? Next post will maybe, be Raph's ref sheet?? We'll see! >Part 2<

#tmnt oneshot #tmnt oc #tmnt au #tmnt #my writing

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princessgemma12 · 2 years

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H ey wasn't sure but felt like you'd like this info 👀

NON CON TW ,uhh irl animal mating ment TW but talked about for anthro animals?

Out of the 4 species of turtle we see in rise, only one even considers consent in the wild, the softshell turtle will back down if the female or receiving party doesn't want to mate

But the /other/ 3, it doesn't cross their minds!

Snapping turtle mating rituals are often described as violent, with the one chasing down the other until they tire and mounting them regardless of protest

Box turtles are a species of turtle that have knots, these knots can last up to 3 hours

Red eared sliders are fairly normal with mating rituals that last around 15 minutes but the males, still do not care about protests from the female or receiver :)

Softshells are sweet boys and will back down if the receiver snaps back at them or walks away <3

Ooooh new knowledge!! Happy wiggles 🥰

#tw noncon #Tw animal mating rituals #Turtles #Zoology #animal behaviour #tmnt #rottmnt #Ask to tag

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cocopuffbutgayer · 2 months

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I got sick and wrote an essay prt3

4.ornate box turtle(Terrapene ornata) The ornate box turtle is a small, land-dwelling NOT AQUATIC(meaning cant swim)turtle with a domed upper shell (carapace) and hinged lower shell (plastron) that allows it to close its lower shell. The carapace has a flattened appearance along the dorsal surface and normally dose not have ridges. The carapace is brown to nearly black with a lot of colorfull yellow lines radiating from the center of each scute (shell scale). A yellow stripe running along the midline of the carapace is often present. The plastron is ze darkish brown with bold light lines. Across the plastron, just above the center, it's flexible and that allows the front and rear of the lower shell to press up against the upper shell, enabling the head, tail, and all four limbs to be protected from harm. (Which is a rarer thing the the media would have you think, in my opinion it is a government conspiracy) The exposed skin is gray brown, with faint yellow or orange-yellow spots the chin and upper jaw are yellow or yellow green. There are normally 4 toes on each hind limb. Adult males are slightly smaller than females(again I get it! like slaay) and have a concave area in the center of their plastron, an enlarged and inward-facing first toe of the hind limbs, and red eyes.( Females do have yellow brown eyes usually).Ornate box turtles are considered a prairie species They will also live in open woodlands, rocky glades, and farm fields in former native prairie regions. In Missouri,(thank god) ornate box turtles are active between March and October During the hot, dry days of mid-to-late summer, these turtles are generally inactive but will appear in numbers after a heavy rain(smae honestly). They may use the shallow water and mud of prairie wetlands during the warmest parts of the summer. In winter they get out of the cold by burrowing down the deepness depends on where they are they also are known to live in/under bushes like berrie ones Ornate box turtles mostly eat insects, with grasshoppers, crickets, beetles, and caterpillars composing nearly 90 percent of their diet. Earthworms are often eaten, too, especially in the spring. Fruits such as mulberries, wild strawberries, and dogwood fruits are also a part of their diet.(adorable) They do actively hunt, grasshoppers, crickets, beetles and earthworms. Additionally, ornate box turtles will graze on low-growing vegetation, berries and even mushrooms. They are omnivores(not to be confused with being omnipotent but I could be wrong) I could not find a lot of information on the sounds they make (like any of them but still) they make hissing and chirping sounds but only hiss when under a large amount of stress. D:

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rhythm-catsandwine · 6 months

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Kittens and Secrets

master list

Life

One more night and in the morning they would be sailing through the inky black. Everyone had sort of a free day. Adam went to “The Jasmin Dragon” to add to the art decoration on the walls and catch up with James and Rowen. Danny was playing basketball with ex-crewmates. That left Justin to find something to pass the time. He grew up on a farming planet and once he got his license he did short-distance trips until he met “ Shadow ” and her crew. As a kid, he always dreamt of exploring planets, moons, and everything in between. It would be three years ago in a week, that he had accepted the job from Adam. Justin didn’t have the galactic friends the others had.

It was just after lunch when Justin got the message from Maynard asking if he wanted to help run his friend's pet shop. He was bored and they would get paid for the work.

“The Paw and Claw” He read outside the small pet shop. The bell dinged as he opened the glass door and stepped in. The place was busy, and a tad chaotic. Fish tanks lined one wall. The opposite has turtles, snakes, and other small animals. In the center were two big pens one with dogs and puppies and the other with cats and kittens. A hand on his shoulder startled him.

“Blue eyes. Curls pass your shoulders. You must be Justin,” Someone started steering him to the back of the shop. “We’re about to hit the morning rush. People tend to pick up a pet before heading out to the black. Maynard needs help. “

“wots - “

“Carmin. And You are way prettier than he described, and your aura is beautiful.” the voice was neither female of male. They were beautiful purple and black curls, gray eyes, and porcelain skin. “Well go on.” They pushed him through the door meant for the owner and employees.

“It’s alright. “ Maynard spoke soft and tender. A pained meow answered him. “You’ve got one beautiful little baby and just 5 more to go. You’re doing great.”

“Meow!” That one sounded even more painful. The blue walls, a color meant to calm, didn’t seem to help.

“Uhh Nardo?”

Maynard jumped a bit before turning around then gesturing for him to come closer. “Carmin recognized you I see.” He was leaning over a large box. One of thick plastic and padded with old soft-looking blankets. A black cat lay panting, obviously ready to push out more kittens. “Ever help a cat have kittens?”

“Once. Mum didn’t like cats. Only kept them to keep down the mice and rodents. My brother and I liked them enough. Corse, I prefer dogs myself."

“Here. Keep this one warm. Mamma is having a bit of trouble. I think it’s just her first litter and she’s nervous.“ He handed over a tiny kitten wrapped in a pink blanket like a burrito. “You can help name them. Just hold her against your chest.”

Justin rarely saw Maynard in such a natural habitat. He knew he liked animals. Once they had visited his family, all the animals followed Maynard like a momma duck and her ducklings.

James was sitting on a table, swishing his feet in the air. “Have you told any of them?”

“No” Adam kept drawing with a thick black pen on the wall.

“Why?” James tilted his head to the left, red hair hanging down to his hips. “I told Rowen everything. It helped. Especially the nightmares and stuff.”

“They don’t need to know. “

“You should at least tell Justin. You two are a thing. More than you are with Dan or Nardy?”

“Yeah. But when he first started. He thought Reavers were just scary bedtime stories that parents tell their kids to keep them out of trouble. He freaked out when we were first chased and he was behind the wheel. Got us through it, and quite a few times after. Way better than Paul.”

“That guy sucked.” James jumped down from the table and walked over to his friend. “You need to tell them. If any of them Justin. He could help you when…” He leaned against the blank wall looking at his ex-classmate.

“Sleeping with someone especially him helps with the-”

“You still have nightmares too?” James took the painting pen from the other hand.

“They’re like all but gone. But you know what happens when people find out what we did.”

“This is different. I could feel it. The love those three have for you especially that pretty pilot is unconditional. I can tell. They ain’t gonna abandon you like. I just know.”

“You’re weird. But also probably right. You always were.”

“You mean highly intuitive, autistic, and the other half of the two that got away?”

“Don’t change. Like ever.”

“You know Rowen and I have an open relationship. You guys are the same right?”

“We’re all tangled pretty tight, but some of us venture out. But with Justin, I’m kinda scared I’ll scare him off.”

“You love intensely, and he fucks with Dan right?" James took Adam’s face in his small but thick paws, nails painted black.“Someone with that amount of energy can take it. Just talk to him.”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Hey, we have a spare bedroom upstairs. “ James glanced up at the ceiling. The second story of the restaurant was their friend's home. “Rowen won't be home till late, and we’re closed for the rest of the day.”

“We leave tomorrow.” He let the smaller man lead him to the stairs.

“Just stay till nightfall. It’s been way too long and we need to catch up. On things and not things.”

“What?”

“It just came out like that. You know what I meant.”

“After all these years, you still like me?” It wasn’t often that Adam felt safe enough to be intimate. Usually, by this point, someone left him. Maynard and Danny were the exceptions, and apparently, James was too. But he was terrified that Justin would wake up someday and do the same.

“Always. Besides we may have branched out but our roots are too deep to just let them rott.”

“Fucking hobbit.”

“Dino boy.” They had nicknames for each other that only they knew the meaning of. Once they reached the second floor James turned and looked up at the other. "Please promise me you'll talk to Justin. It's obvious you're completely in love with the guy. Rowen even mentioned how happy you both looked. So it’s not just you."

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