TMNT 2012: Least to most likely of being my best friend
Casey Jones
I won't lie, I considered putting Raphael as least likely, but I remember that Casey was a bit of a creep towards April, so he got bottom of the list. I feel like Casey could've been written better; he was a jerk towards Donnie because of his crush on April, and he acted strangely towards her as well, even hugging April even though it made her uncomfortable. Now, I'll admit, his loyalty was untested for the most part (ignoring what happened with Karai), he was great, but I can't see us being good friends....I CAN see the both of us sucking at math and complaining about it, though. Maybe some speak of sports since he does Hockey, and I’d imagine that I’d be doing track in the TMNT 2012 universe if I attended the same school as him
Leonardo Hamato
This is not just about the unspoken but partly spoken sister situation. This is about Leo’s control issues, I understand that his need for control is because he's terrified for his family and friends but I wouldn't be able to stand it personally, I understand that he would be worried and want me to be safe but I don't need nor want someone trying to be overbearing and protect me 24/7. I don't have much of a reason for putting him down here aside from the sister situation but he’s a control freak and I need my space, I do believe we could be somewhat friends because I’d be into taking pictures of him and his bros, I can see Leo pulling a Space hero's pose whenever he’s actually being a teenager and not a leader (He would need some encouragement from me of course).
Raphael Hamato
Raphael almost got the bottom, but Casey gave me the creeps and Leo....we don't talk about Leo. I myself have issues with my emotions and I think the whole ‘Splinter comparing him to Shredder’ thing is why he's so close to most likely, I would be there emotionally for him to vent, attempting to help him through his emotions, and I do mean attempting because Raphael isn't big on emotion sharing. The best-case scenario where he opens up to me so when he's training and I’m gently verbally poking at him to get a deeper dive so he can let it all out (pray for me and my soon to be broken bones because Raph wouldn’t even need to hit me, my dumb ass would flinch so hard, I’d hit the wall and break my own funny bone). But! I think I'd be able to make him feel better with all the pictures I’d be taking, he wouldn't trust me for a long while but once he shows some more trust, I’d definitely be taking pictures as he trains, pretty sure that's one of the only times I’d be able to take pictures of him.
Donatello Hamato
Istg, if I didn't like his dorkiness, he would be close to Casey. I'm not big on science but I love neon, I feel like we’d stay up late creating a bunch of Neon stuff together for fun, Donnie needs to have fun and I feel like I’d be able to help (and maybe get him to be a lil’ less creepy with April, although, there will be some rivalry over April despite this). I won't lie, after I got over the shock of him being a giant mutant turtle, I'd definitely be gushing over how cute they are, I would have so many polaroid pictures (requested as my phone can get hacked into)
Michelangelo Hamato
So close! I can see us bouncing off walls together and he’s defiantly getting some cooking lessons bc ain't no way he offered me a jellybean, moss, chocolate sauce, hot sauce, anchovy pizza smoothie as a snack when I said I was hungry. Most of our recipes are easy to make pizza recipes as he likes pizza so much but I’m definitely teaching him some easy to make dessert recipes, I wouldn't have the best attitude during this as I'm not patient but I'd definitely try as he's got some good ideas but he goes about then all wrong, I wouldn't be surprised if he gave his brothers food poisoning. I’d be sparing everyone with my somewhat harsh cooking lessons; we’re definitely baking besties (which is funny since I hate it when others are in the kitchen as I work)
April O’Neil
I know it's surprising but hear me out. I work better with girls and I feel like I could get along well with her, April is obviously a girl who went through some trauma and has a lot of issues, I would have her by my side as an honorary sister, I would make her see reason and help her be better, I would be her all time therapist and I'd like a girly to be friends with. We'd spend late nights venting to each other, eating candy salads, if she wasn't being hunted by the foot and the kraang, I’d have sleepovers at my house so she could be around family (So I'm prob crashing at her apartment once a month for support. I'm sticking with her through thick and thin/I'm prob not available 24/7 due to family stuff, though, aka, April’s dad isn’t really around, and my parents don’t like me going over by myself. In the future, they’d probably loosen up tho. Fr, April is a victim of poor writing, and I will fight against the fandom slander.
Legit, I’d like to mention that a huge reason why April’s character sucked was that one of the writers or directors or some shit had a crush on the 1987 April, hence why she was sexualized despite being a teenager.
Leo’s the responsible older brother, so I get to be childish sometimes. (Note to self: Say sorry for the glitter bomb incident)
Now, it’s not ALL on him, I do help him out by bossing around Mikey (mainly because Raph scares me, and Donnie is too smart for me to boss him around. Not saying Mikey is stupid, just that he prefers acting like he’s stupid.
Overall, Leo is a comforting, authoritative figure for me.
*Raph*
He scares the shit out of me.
I kid you not, he tried breaking my neck when we first met. Leo threatened me with his kanata, and Raph was just straight ready to throw some hands that I couldn’t catch.
Now!.. Aside from his previous hostile behavior, we get along somewhatish now.
I’m a little too hyper for him (kinda like Michelangelo) at certain times, and he doesn’t like hearing me go on and on about clothing or stuff like that, but Mikey does! I can depend on Raph to be the first person to agree with my violent ideas and to be the first person to swing whenever someone upsets me.
Overall, Raph is terrifying, but he’s there to help me fight my battles or to simply fight the war himself for the fun of it. He’s my violence pal.
*Donatello*
Kinda boring. I mean, I respect Donatello a lot. I probably don’t make this clear enough, but I respect him, not just because he helps me with my math homework (surprisingly, I can do pretty good in Biology, idk why) but because he’s saved me more than once, he’s a great friend and will actually listen if I need to vent about something small(Like how the FNAF lore is so fucking stupid that I refuse to learn all of it despite needing to know it)he’s also helped me make a living biolumenescent plant. Like, the plant from Little Shop of Horrors, it has an actual mouth!
I call it Donnie Junior, much to Donnie’s dismayXD.
Overall, Donnie is like my emotional support animal and study buddy. He’s my rock/turtle.
*Michelangelo*
He can go from being my friend, to my enemy to my little brother/son, all in one day.
I like hanging around him, I can count on Michelangelo to always be in the mood for games, ready to help me make something in the kitchen (Which somehow, usually turns into a sword fight with the kitchen utensils. Not to mention that he’s kinda bad at cooking, no offense, but pizza-anchovie-banana-strawberry-blueberry-and-chocolate ice cream smoothie/milkshake shouldn’t exist.
He’s also helpful for when I want to do my modeling hobby, making it more fun, and acts as my biggest fan. I’ve actually bought some costumes for Michelangelo; he LOVES dressing up with me.
Overall, he’s the brother I always wanted, as well as the supporter I needed in life.
I'm making a family of MLP OC's but their names aren't connected. These are the current names along with character information.
Red Level:
Name: Red Level
Gender/Species: Male/Alicorn
Cutie mark: Gaming console with levels showing how good he is at a certain game
Pronouns: He-Him
Body type/Skin color: Mesomorph-Rectangle/Dark grey(#343434), Outline: #272727
Face shape/Nose size: Circle/Normal
Eye shape/color: Oval/Chili Peper (#c21f1c)
Hair style/color: Often in a bun/Persian Red (#d03b38)
Shy heart:
Gender/Species: Female/Unicorn
Cutie mark: A crissed-crossed whisk and rolling pin with a heart in the middle
Pronouns: She-Her
Body type/Skin color: Endomorph-Oval/Silver with fluffy parts on legs colored light purple
Face shape/Nose size: Circle/Medium
Eye shape/color: Almond/Green
Hair style/color: Long and fluffy/Deep lilac with black lines
Grey Skys:
Gender/Species: Female/Unicorn x Batpony
Cutie mark: A clock using an eco- friendly pencil as the long pointer and a paintbrush as the short pointer (When activated, the clock will tick down; it represents how much time you have until she comes down from her high and when it finishes, it shows whatever creative artwork she made or the bits she just did.)
Pronouns: Any
Body type/Skin color: Normal-pearish?/Silver grey
Face shape/Nose size: Round/Normal?
Eye shape/color: Round/Irish Coffee
Hair style/color: Curly mowhawk/Light Indego fading into black
The experiments made him smarter (?but he now lacks originality and only creates weapons?)
Craves acceptance more (The kranng made him emotionally hungry for acceptance to make it easier to manipluate him/Depending on who the person it, his craving for aceptance changes. If it’s his own father, he’ll go as far as to break his own bones in order to get so much as a good job, but if it’s just a passerby, he’ll do good with just a head nod.)
Constantly believes that Splinter is ashamed of him (The Kraang created a vocal AI using an earthly human app’s coding that sounded close enough to Splinter and had the AI say awful things to Donatello)
Like his family, he can't remember much, but he does remember having strong feelings for someone who didn't like him (A lot of his fanfiction surrounds love that wasn't reciprocated at first but was in the end.)
Is in the drama club (He's a sucker for romantic plays and enjoys writing them, most of them are opposites attack and/or the best friends turn to lovers/The person in his own personal writing's is both a mimic of April but is also shaped as someone who will give him the praise he desperatly desires.)
Ok, this one is simpler than the others and I'm honestly eager for people to ask questions so please do:
TMNT but they got kidnapped by the kranng (Splinter included but not April or Casey/might change later), they were experimented on before they managed to escape but they landed in the AU of my sona's as toddlers and they grew up there.
They go to school (I'm using the royal high school from roblox for simplicity) and struggle due to the experimentation, their lost memories, and trauma from growing up in the world of my OCs.
Raphael has the most information written down rn and I'm buzzing with scenarios so feel free to ask anything!
I had a family member create herself as a pony using this picrew: Pony Maker | Picrew - Create & Play Image Maker
What should I call this new species? (I know there's a species similar to this one in the show, but this is a new species, and I need a name for it. I've decided that they're like the butterfly/faries of this world so have fun with it
(I’m using my ver of the turtles/my headcannons for the TMNT bro’s. This isn't part of the fanfic, I'm just doing this for funsies.)
Tw: Suggestions of an “accident” with a kitchen knife, slight spice mention, mentions of a toxic relationship, Splinter being suspiciously missing from the work.
“Why haven’t we been talking?”
Michelangelo asked, bandaging Muse’s bleeding arm. Things had been tense ever since she and Raphael broke up 3 months ago, she acted as if they didn’t exist and Michealangelo didn’t understand why she was so cold to them, Raphael he could understand because of the breakup but not him, not when he and his other brothers had done nothing wrong. Muse’s aquamarine hair, which faded into a blueberry blue, wasn’t in its usual sharp undercut mowhak; it was left out natural, her curls tangled into knots and her undercut having grown longer.
“I don’t know..”
Muse replied, sounding apathetic. She didn’t look up, her legs hidden underneath her large black skirt and her dull red tank top clinging to her body, the very same skirt that was covered in old paint spots from when she and Donatello colored his tech designs together, and the very same tank top she got last summer to tease Raphael even though his red didn’t go well with her verdant haze skin but matched well with her vivid yellow, almost golden, underbelly.
“You’re angry at me.”
Muse added, her voice almost cracking as she looked down, gripping the skirt. Tears welling in her heterochromia eyes, the gills on her neck opening and closing for more air as she attempted to hold back from sobbing.
“I’m definitely not!”
Michelangelo shouted almost immediately, causing Muse to flinch back. The expression on her face shows that she didn’t believe him. Michelangelo sighed heavily, unsure of how to comfort Muse. If this were merely a small fight between her and Raphael, then it would be easier, but it’s not; things have changed, and now he doesn’t know how to try and help fix everything. He knew the breakup was long coming; everyone knew. Raphael was still confused about who he was as a person, and Muse tended to bring out the worst in him; they were toxic, and they knew it.
“..You should be.”
Muse replied, glancing up at Michelangelo. Her intense brown and blue eyes shed tears as she watched Michelangelo’s next movements, as he slowly tied her bandage. Muse felt weak in that moment, she had fucked up and yet Michelangelo still cared, she looked back down, attempting to prevent the sobs from her mouth, she covered it with her hands.
“It’s not like it’s your fault.”
Michelangelo reasoned, hesitating to reach out and hug Muse, she was always weird with physical touch, only liked it when she made the contact.
“Then whose fault is it? Who is responsible for all this?”
Muse said, gesturing around the lair, which felt cold and uncomfortable, unlike its previous presence. She gestured toward the scar on her arm and then on the eyebags underneath Michelangelo’s face.
“No one, shit happens! Shit happens to the wrong people, you know that.”
Michelangelo said before enclosing Muse in his arms, tightly holding her. She flinched but didn’t pull away, instead breathing heavily as she began to sob, nuzzling into his neck on the lair couch, Michelangelo didn’t say anything, feeling as if no words could help, the physical contact was enough comfort for now, he rested his head on top of her’s, Muse’s hair tickling his chin.
The lair was quiet as Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo came back from their usual scouring of the city. They had bumped into the Kranng and got injured during the fight. Michelangelo wasn’t there cause he got a text and claimed to be sick afterwards.
“I swear, as soon as I see Mikey, I’m gonna!-”
Raphael was stopped by Donatello, who held his arm out. Raphael was confused until he stared down at what Donatello was staring at. It was a familiar black hoodie, one with the familiar symbol of a piranha stitched on the back. The three brothers carefully approached the couch, and some medical supplies were still out. Upon looking at who was on the couch, they saw Michaelangelo lying there, Muse in his arms, with bloody bandages on hers. She hadn’t been in the lair since the breakup with Raphael, so her sudden appearance was a shock, and with her injured arm and puffy eyes, it seemed like she had been attacked. Raphael saw Michelangelo’s phone on the living room table and rushed over to snatch it, wanting to see what text Muse had sent:
“Bring me a med kit, I got cut with a kitchen knife.”
8:00 PM
“No, come to the lair, we need to talk.”
8:00 PM
Raphael froze, staring at the first conversation she and his brother had had in the past 3 months, and it was over a wound with a kitchen knife. Donatello and Leonardo saw the texts as they peeked over Raphael’s shoulder. He looked down at them before putting Michelangelo’s phone down and heading to the dojo, ignoring the pain of his wounds. Leonardo and Donatello looked at each other before carefully grabbing what they could from the med kit and following Raphael in the dojo, treating their wounds.
(I made it into 2 parts because it was getting too long, this chapter is kinda boring btw/Don't be afraid to give some tips on writing.)
Warning: Vulgar Language, Bad friends, probably badly translated Latin (I used Google)
The sun shone as Rebecca’s dark blue Honda Civic was making its way to a beach known for its enchanted properties and caves. The students from McLovin’s high and Bahamed's high managed to sneak out of the school dorms and to the beach for an epic party celebrating the beginning of summer vacation held by a bunch of normie high schoolers. Michael joined as she had always behaved, and wanted to be disobedient. She was going to ride the bus, but a trio of normie cheerleaders offered a ride, specifically the cheerleader Alison.
“I’m just saying, I’m not a cheatin’ bitch but I would’ve slept with his dad too.”
Michael laughed, gossiping with Rebecca and her two besties in the back seat, her glowing yellow eyes hidden behind magic eye contact that made them look a basic brown, this also blocked out her aura sight so she could enjoy her time without magic ruining it for her. Micheal wore a white swimsuit that had sideways green stripes, leaves, and a pink flamingo surrounded by pink flowers on it, on her waist was a pair of jean shorts that went down to her knee’s, on her head was a straw hat, on her wrist was a black bracelets with 2 cherry’s dangling, and on her feet were basic green sandals with green fabric poof’s on top of it. Although her brown oil colored hair was in 2 small, messy pigtails since she rushed out.
“I mean, my god! How much of a man whore can you be!?”
Rebeca, a curvy black girl in the group said, she had her hair braided tight for the trip, you could see a little red around her braid rims, she and 2 other girls, Alison and Ace, wore matching blue bikini swimsuits with sandy brown shorts, sandy brown sun hats, blue sunglasses, and blue sandals to represent the beach. The group laughed, with Michael trying not to out of respect for her friend. The Honda Civic soon arrived at the beach, and the girls flooded out. Michael followed eagerly, noticing her friend Damon with his usual cliche of followers. Michael decided to stay away from Damon; he was always indirectly cruel when with his cliche, and she didn’t want to deal with that, but she couldn’t be that lucky.
“Oh, Michael! Is that you!?”
Michael froze in his tracks, having heard Damon’s egotistical tone. She took in a deep breath, finding comfort in how the sun warmed her bronco colored skin. She pulled some sunglasses from her bag and put them on to avoid showing her burning cherry red eyes, which swirled with a fearful purple. She then swerved around with her classic forced smile that reminded you of people smiling in those happy family ads.
“Damon! Baby! Look at ya! Attractive as ever, I see..”
Michael said, her tone full of honest flattery and forced joy. Damon might’ve been part demon, but he always found a way to look heavenly. His Roman coffee colored skin seemed to glow in this light, his long straight dark grey hair down on display, his more demonic features were hidden by the blue illusion pendant around Damon’s neck. He smirked, his toxic green eyes locked onto Michael as he walked over, hugging Michael in that way only enemies forced to be friends can, with the hug being short but too tight in terms of squeezing.
"Interesting choice in fashion! It’s brave to think that a bold shade of green could make a statement, especially at the beach of all places.”
Damon said, not directly insulting Michael, but the meaning was still there. Michael slightly, ever so slightly, flinched but people like the students from Bahamed High could notice easily, she knew they had noticed because Damon’s eyes seemed to darken with satisfaction, Michael gulped down, wanting to stand her ground ever so slightly so Damon knew she wasn’t in the mood for his egotistical behavior that day.
“Of course!… Not everyone wears clothes so…basic at the beach….Need anything else?”
Michael asked, her tone slightly harsh. Michael was never good at comebacks; she preferred waiting until someone was alone to strike, but the beach wasn’t a good place for that. Damon wore a Hilor girl’s custom-made swimsuit, it had straps that focused more on the back, neon pink frills around the top, and it was striped with white and lapis blue, he also wore a navy skirt with 1 white line at the bottom, along with a pair of navy blue sandals with white stripes, the only thing that didn’t match was the bracelet he wore, it was the pink tree of life bracelet Micheal got for him last year, it was their friendiversary and Micheal wanted to gift him something he might wear.
He merely scoffed with annoyance, but he took the small hint Michael was giving. He looked at her hair, noticing that she had left her hair down, and smirked only with his eyes as he wasn’t used to having lips to smirk with.
“Quite...I’m up for fixing your hair later, mind if I do?”
Damon asked, fashionably waving his head, showing off his hair. Michael was so absorbed in how it flowed, she almost missed his insult...Almost. Michael merely let out a soft sigh and nodded her head, walking away. She saw the girls who gave her a ride playing volleyball and decided to join them, her eyes switching over to yellow with a question mark in the middle.
For the next 3 hours, Michael spent her time with the 3 matching cheerleaders from the car, getting to know them and having a blast. She eventually took her glasses off and put them in her duffle bag, which she left in Alison’s bag for safekeeping.
Meanwhile, Damon was having his fun, flirting with some random guys and humiliating a few people while getting compliment, he was about to sit down with a small group that sat near the caves and wanted to stay past dark to play some games when he overheard bits of what 2 human boys across from him were talking about, something about a black faggot.
“Sit maledictio inferni huius puero cum paulo adversi casus pro peccatis odii contra eos qui nihil fecerunt, patietur consequentiam rubram pro ignorantia sua, et confundatur inter inimicos suos. (May the unholy hell’s curse this boy with a bit of bad luck for his sins of hatred against those who have done nothing, may he suffer a red consequence for his ignorance, and be embarrassed amongst his foes.)”
Damon muttered, his eye whites slowly turning black before snapping back to normal. The two boys noticed, but before they could say anything, a volleyball hit the boy who had insulted Damon straight in the face, causing him to hit the ground. Damon smirked, about to go to tell Michael about his cursed comeback and do her hair after promising to do so, when she rushed over to grab the volleyball.
“I am so sorry! It was an accident!”
Michael stammered, her eyes wide with concern. Michael picked up the ball and checked the boy's face. Damon noticed how Michael’s hair was already brushed and braided.
His nose wasn’t bloody, but it was extremely red, something that disappointed Damon when he saw that the boy's nose hadn’t broken. He meant for it to break, but he hadn’t specified that he wanted a bloody consequence, just a red one. Rebecca, Alison, and Ace ran over to check the situation out, wanting to make sure their new friend wasn’t in trouble.
“Is he ok?”
Ace asked, her recently braided blue hair covering half of her face. The boy who was mocking Damon sat up with Michael’s help, glaring at Damon.
“Ya….Just a freak accident.”
He said, looking at Michael, before getting an idea to annoy Damon.
“Hey, why don’t you ladies join us? Just a simple game of truth or dare.”
“Oh! Ummmmmm-mamama-sure?”
Michael shrugged, her brown eyes looking at the girl with hopes they’ll agree. They shrugged their shoulders, the other guys and girls in the group making room for the new four. Michael sat next to the boy she accidentally hit the volleyball with, and the other 3 girls sat next to each other, and then...the game began.
Can someone give me a wholesome or funny scenario to write for a TMNT 2012/au-like post post? I want to post something with my tmnt sona but I got no ideas rn.
You can also just ask random question towards the tmnt characters about my Sona
(I decided to do this again with my other OC's/I made the photo memes myself)
Donatello: What's gone wrong, Micheal?
Micheal: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.
Donatello: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?
Micheal: Well… There’s a crisis.
Damon: holds a gun out to Leonardo
Leonardo: I-I don't believe in guns.
Damon: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.
Fallon: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?
Splinter:..
Splinter: Why are you eating dirt?
Fallon: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.
Bunny: Are you busy?
Shredder: Yes.
Bunny: Cool, listen to this.
Michelangelo: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish!
Damon: I wish for good grades.
Raphael: Nerd.
Damon: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Raphael. :)
Micheal: Damon …
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