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Alright, let’s examine the physical state of old Mikey for a second:

Baggy, sunken eyes

Long greasy unkempt hair that seems to have greyed prematurely (compare Mike’s hair color to the more forest-green shade of Raphael’s beard)

Emaciated

Multiple missing teeth

Now, aside from sleep deprivation, the usual reasons for sunken eyes are:

- Dehydration - Sun exposure - Dramatic weight loss - Aging

The first three certainly seem to be factors, but as for the last one Brandon says that 50 years is like 20 years in mutant turtle time. That means Mikey is more 30 than he is 60, but he looks way older than his given age, especially when compared to Raph.

On the subject of aging, let’s talk about that premature greying. Contrary to popular belief, grey hair isn’t connected to stress. It can, however, be connected to a vitamin B12 deficiency, which has a variety of other symptoms as well, including mental problems (such as brain fog and dementia) and chronic pain (which may explain why he’s taken to carrying a cane with him wherever he goes rather than just his nunchucks, and has a tendency to hunch his shoulders when standing idle)

But a vitamin deficiency comes as no surprise, seeing as Mikey chooses to eat the black rotten leftover pizzas in the diner rather than go out and try to forage for something that wouldn’t give the average person eight different types of food poisoning. Oddly enough, he has a means of leaving the desert and finding something else to eat. But he instead chooses to remain close to a rundown building in the middle of nowhere that… according to him… regularly leaves him exposed to acid rain and sand storms. 

It’s implied that the reason Mikey never made it to Oasis is because he lost the map he made, but I don’t think that’s the case. He rode Chompy and lead his family through the most treacherous part of the journey without so much as glancing at Mira’s arm-map, and he seemed to continuously have a good understanding of where he was and where he was going like he’d taken that path a thousand times.

He knows Oasis. He could’ve gone to paradise any time he wanted, but he chose to stay in the wasteland. Not only that, but he shows serious signs of self-neglect. Lack of decent food aside, he clearly doesn’t take any care of himself, hence the sloppy unkempt appearance and missing teeth.

So, what do we know?

He was separated from his brothers around 50 years ago, and has been unsure if they were alive since then. Leonardo, for one, is someone he’s certain is long dead

He took it upon himself to adopt and take care of the family pets

He ended up discovering Oasis. Rather than stay put however, he made a map and ventured out to other colonies, and was soon hailed a beloved mystic

Eventually, something happened that caused him to run out of steam, but rather than venture to Oasis he wandered into the desert, and eventually fell into a spiral of self-neglect

With all this in mind, I have a theory:

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Hey op? The link is gone now, but can I have the theory somehow else?

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[needsmorememes]

“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years.  Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.

“It’s been awhile.”

“I can explain.”

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“How did you get here?”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”

“I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”

“Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back.  Now!”

“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”

“Do you remember me at all?”

“Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”

“Well, fancy seeing you again!”

“I never stopped looking for you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”

“Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’

“How dare you show your face around here!”

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

“Why did you just walk away like that?”

“Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”

“I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”

“I’m sorry I never contacted you.”

“Do - I know you?”

“Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”

“Miss me?”

“Please don’t let this be a dream.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Did you ever even try to look for me?”

“You said you’d never come back here!”

“Thank god I finally found you!”

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{mickey mouse}: since ur out anyway can u get me some tampons #currentlydying

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TEXT [ Sssssister ]: Can do 👍

TEXT [ Sssssister ]: What is that tho? Like a Chinese food?

@mysteriouskunoichi

[nunchukaninja-archive]

% ( from helloclairvoyant ! )

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

TEXT [ StarMom ]: Do they have school in space? TEXT [ StarMom ]: if yes what are the water fountains like????

TEXT [ StarMom ]: Asking for a friend

@helloclairvoyant

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[justcatposts]

Breakfast time 

(via)

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[cyber-yeezuss]

I wanna be 14 again and ruin my life differently… I have new ideas

[pyrebxrne]

Rhymes with Orange

|| closed rp with @nunchukaninja ||

Dawn was just barely cracking over the foggy morning, steam rising up from the river, shrouding the docks in a thick cover. There was a quiet ruckus from within the maze of shipping crates, heavy foot steps and even quieter negotiating that could be heard just above the sound gulls and water.

Shredder had come to meet a new constituent that had promised him some high grade tech that could be used for future endeavors, and if it was half as good as it sounded, he was very interested in what this Devil had to offer.

“ Old Hob, you have a very important visitor. Show your cowardly face- “

A threatening armored arm threw out to shut the bi - pedal piranha up mid sentence, letting out a noise of surprise. 

“ Quiet, Xever. As long as he brought me the promised weapons, I don’t care if I see him or not. “

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Michelangelo hunkered down behind a metal shipping crate, trying to hold his T-phone at the right angle to capture the situation, mic cranked to full sensitivity. Though it wasn’t yet clear what all this was leading up to, Shredder was involved, and that was the only evidence he needed to know this wasn’t leading to anything good.

Holding his breath, the turtle stealthily slipped from one hiding place to another, masking his steps with the heavy creak of the mysterious shipment, trying get near enough that the conversation wouldn’t be obscured by rolling waves and shifting crates.

“Who’s Old Hob?” he wandered to himself, nearly speaking his question aloud until he remembered he was both alone and- more importantly - in stealth mode. But the ‘who’ wasn’t quite as important as the ‘what’, and with weapons in tow gathering intel would be crucial in giving his brothers head start on whatever plan Shredder had in store.

[restrainedcontrol-archived]

@nunchukaninja

MY MUSE HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED FOR THE PAST WEEK SEND “I’M HERE- I’M HERE, NOW” FOR YOUR MUSE TO SAVE THEM.

“…Raph?” Mikey’s voice was weak and hoarse, his blue eyes dilating in their struggle to focus in as he slowly came back to the land of the living, pained an nauseous. “What’s happening?”

Regaining consciousness brother’s arms, Michelangelo wasn’t sure what all of the past few days was reality and what was nightmare. He would have been tempted to dismiss the entire ordeal as a bad dream had it not been for the tangled wires and tubes all over his body, and the taste of bile in his mouth.

Leo was right about going out alone. But an unremarkable evening required a boredom-cure, and Mikey was doing little more than rooting through his favorite dumpster for VHS tapes. Next thing he knew a tranquilizer dart was imbedded in his neck while he was too distracted by a copy of “The Goonies” to listen to the uneasy feeling in his gut. The more memories came back to Michelangelo, and the more pain his sluggish brain registered, the more he regretted not listening to his fearless leader from the beginning. Struggling (and failing) to lift himself up to a sitting position, Mikey hesitantly asked his brother to confirm what he already knew…

“S.O.R.D.I.D got me, didn’t they…”

   It was hard to even focus on what Mikey was saying. Raphael was still very much on edge, half curled around his little brother’s form as he listened to the alarms going off in the distance. He’d managed to get him out of the main building and down into an alley before Michelangelo began to stir, and the risk of dropping him won over the urge to keep running. Besides the fact that his lungs were burning from the exertion and that Leonardo was still securing their way home.

     “Don’t worry about it.” It was a brisk response, brought out from half of his focus. One sai was still clutched tightly in his hand, green eyes flicking over the road, watching the humans begin to pour out of the facility like ants. This damned placed. That damned woman.    How many times? How many times were they going to have to break each other out from being used as lab experiments? How many times would it take before one side or the other had finally had enough and ended it? He was certainly drawing to his last few straws. The temptation to find Takada and drive his sai between her eyes was nearly overpowering, and it was only overruled by the instinct to keep his brother safe.

     “Chip.” Raph jerked his eyes back to Mikey’s face, immediately beginning their search over his collarbone and the lip of his plastron. His face too tight, his pupils too big, his breaths too fast - Raphael was scared.    This place terrified him.

     “Where’d they put it?”

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“Chip? Chip... chip...” Mikey echoed himself, half-aware, but still cognizant of the meaning of the word and the depths of it’s implications. Trying to will himself into clarity, he pointed to an itchy lump on his clavicle, guessing through the fog of vague recollection where the dreaded thing was located.

“Gotta come out. Like ripping off a bandaid” It was a pleasant minimization of the agony awaiting him, but if it was a hurdle that stood in the way of going home, Mikey didn’t mind a little more pain.

He only hoped that S.O.R.D.I.D hadn’t gone out of it’s way to make an already agonizing aspect of escape impossible. They were demented as they were methodical, and weren’t beneath altering their methods to ensure their under-the-skin trackers could no longer be thwarted by a little impromptu surgery.

While Mikey wasn’t quite awake enough to confirm the theory, the lump he pointed to spoke for itself. The chip was there, though not quite attached to his shoulder as much his neck, embedded dangerously close to his jugular in a way that clearly implied the consequences of a haphazard removal.

“Go for it bro...” he muttered “I wanna go home”

[rpmemeswagon]

                                        * . ✧ CIRCE ✧ . *

                                               - STARTERS -

❝ He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none. ❞ ❝ Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. ❞ ❝ I cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. ❞ ❝ I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season. ❞ ❝ You have always been the worst of my children. ❞ ❝ I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out. ❞ ❝ When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist. ❞ ❝ When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world. ❞ ❝ I will not be like a bird bred in a cage. ❞ ❝ This is what it means to be alive. ❞ ❝ But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. ❞ ❝ Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me. ❞ ❝ Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞ ❝ You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite. ❞ ❝ You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you. ❞ ❝ The grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh. ❞ ❝ Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ Who knows what is in me? Will you find out? ❞ ❝ Bold action and bold manner are not the same. ❞ ❝ How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known? ❞ ❝ If you want it, I will do it. ❞ ❝ All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. ❞ ❝ Fear of failure was the worst thing for any spell. ❞ ❝ Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water. ❞ ❝ Most men do not know me for what I am. ❞ ❝ You are right, this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. ❞ ❝ He was no husband, scarcely even a friend. ❞ ❝ We bear it as best we can. ❞ ❝ Timidity creates nothing. ❞ ❝ It is youth’s gift not to feel its debts. ❞ ❝ What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know. ❞ ❝ They do not care if you are good. They barely care if you are wicked. ❞ ❝ Oh, sweetheart, it cannot be done. ❞ ❝ Lady, you and I are in accord. ❞ ❝ Why should I care what is in their hearts? ❞ ❝ You must keep your tricks close or you will lose everything. ❞ ❝ I never claimed to be good. ❞ ❝ My whole life, I had waited for tragedy to find me. ❞ ❝ You must understand people if you would rule them. ❞ ❝ Be sure not to dishonor me. ❞ ❝ Do not try to take my regret from me. ❞ ❝ Even those who had loved me a little did not care to stay. ❞ ❝ I can please you, I swear it. You will find none more loyal than me. ❞ ❝ I do think he loved me a little. ❞ ❝ Well? What do you have to say to me? ❞

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do you feel alone, orange? with one brother dead and the other two now gone, where do you stand? can you survive on your own?

Mikey swallowed the lump in his throat, weapons upraised as he faced the darkness, trying to focus past the fog of fear threatening to overtake him. He recognized the voice, never expecting to face it alone anywhere except in his nightmares. “I’m not scared of you, Shredhead” he said, trying to will himself into confidence as well as convince his opponent of his bravery. In the back of his mind, however, Mikey wondered whether turning shell and running like a madman would give him better odds of surviving. But though it was a struggle to keep his hands from shaking, convincing himself Shredder was lying was relatively easy. After everything he and his brothers had survived together, their demise wasn’t something easily believed, even if had come from a friend rather than a long-hated opponent... clearly just trying to psyche him out.

[wolfsheims]

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[nunchukaninja-archive]

Send ‘Who hurt you?’ for my muse to confess about a person who has caused them pain.

“Leo. And Raph. They’ve turned it around now, but before I lost my temper with them... it sort of hurts to be looked at like a tragedy by your own family.”

@boficionado

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“Dude, you’re not a tragedy! What happened to you just... really... sucks.”

   Mikey realized if there was better way to word what he was trying to say, he was failing to find it. So he sat down on a table top next to his brother, swinging his legs as he tried a second time to explain his point of view.

   “I mean... you survived. That’s a victory in my book!         Chair or no chair, Don-Bon’s still kicking butt and taking names.”

[restrainedcontrol-archived]

   It caught him off guard. Sunlight he’s barely thought of; a new instinct just telling him to keep away from it, which wasn’t hard considering they were mostly nocturnal at this point anyway. But pizza. He didn’t even realize how much he’d missed the taste on his tongue until Mikey brought it up. It was the mark of their first night out, of their newfound freedom, of the day that everything in their lives had changed. For the better or the worse, he wasn’t sure.    But man. How long had it been since he’d actually had pizza?

     “Hey–”    This caught him off guard too, especially now that he was trying to remember what the hell pepperoni and mozzarella tasted like. Raph blinked and took a step away, the spot on his forehead crinkling as he narrowed his eyes back at his brother. Here he is, putting weird nostalgic memories in his head and then he turns around and pokes him? Rude.    Yet the action was warranted, and the glare quickly faded into something more similar to guilt. He did trust Mikey, and he trusted him with his life, but this was… Something was different. Something he hadn’t really felt in a few years was bubbling back up to the surface; a frustratingly familiar sensation that made the scowl come back onto his face once he recognized it.

   That stupid urge to protect.

     “Alright, alright.” Raph lifted his hands, turning his eyes back towards the hallway so he doesn’t have to look at the accusation in Mikey’s. “You know I trust you, cause I wouldn’t be down here if I didn’t. I’m just… nervous, I guess. You’re the first good thing that’s happened in a while, and it’s hard to shake off the feeling that it’s going to go wrong.”

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Michelangelo’s frustration was instantly smothered by his brother’s admission. Guilt added to the already-present sympathy, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

“Raph. I’m...”

He faltered, unsure how to end that sentence. “... Sure things are going to be okay” would have been a fib. “Sorry” would have taken too long to unpack.

He was sorry for disappearing, but not for the right reasons. He was sorry he hadn’t been there when everything went to hell, but was unsure if he would have changed his decision disregarding the vampire outbreak. There had been a pressing need to grow up, and he didn’t know of any way to go about it other than going off on his own. But learning aside, power aside, perceived “maturity” aside... he would always be the baby brother. Raph had a way of coming through when it mattered most, but at the end of the day he was a protector... even when he was the one most in need of help. In this, Mikey was suddenly reminded of Splinter; a correlation he nearly point out aloud, until he remembered how his father’s story ended, and thought better of it.

Instead, he pushed the necklaces of iron and garlic aside, hanging it over the lip of his carapace so it wouldn’t interfere when he walked up to his brother and wrapped him up in a hug.

"It’s okay to be nervous bro, this whole thing’s messed up” he sighed “But let me watch your shell the way you’ve always watched mine, and we’ll figure it out so long as we look out for each other.                                               ... y’know, like a turtle do.”

[soulmemesarc]

sympathetic villain/hero sentence starters.

" hey... you don't need to do this... you don't need to be what they made you. "

" i get it. you think you have no choice, that you have to be the bad guy the world painted you out to be. but you don't! "

" shh... it's alright, now. you were SO brave, you really were! be proud of that! but you were never going to win against me... "

" look. look how the world treats you... you're such a good person, and they know it. that's why they expect you to bleed for them... "

" no, no... please, don't do this. don't stand in my way! i'm fighting THEM! not you! "

" it wasn't me. not this time. i know what people are saying, but... i swear to god, it wasn't me. "

" of course they sent you. they ALWAYS send you! because they know, they KNOW that i don't want to hurt you! "

" i don't wanna be a hero/villain! not if it means hurting you! "

"it's okay... it's alright. i don't want to be the good/bad guy/gal/one today. go ahead, do what you gotta do. and do it with a clear conscience. i forgive you. "

" i just wish we had met some other way... "

" i have no choice! you have to understand, i don't want to hurt you! but... this is the only way. "

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Locating the vampires was the first hurdle, but Raph’s mental link with the clan and their long-established knowledge of the underground tunnels made the expedition easier. Civilians unfortunate enough to have been turned to vampires had long since carved caverns below the deepest regions of the desolate subways, where they could safely sleep out of the reach of the sun and civilization. They rested in shifts within decorated mortuaries, overfilled with occupied coffins where even the quickest of killing blows would call the attention an angry swarm.

But Michelangelo had no intention of taking on the entire clan. The target was the leader: The one who had turned Raph. Cut off the head of the snake, and everyone goes back to normal.

Hopefully.

The hard part was finding their leader while avoiding those who were still awake, roaming the darkness with the pensive ease of the undead. But despite the overwhelming numbers Mikey figured he’d know his target when he saw him, for throughout all his studies of pop culture he had never before heard of a head-vampire forgoing pride for the sake of safety. Wherever this “Count Euru” was, he would be adorned in the grandest clothes in the grandest coffin of the grandest room of the underground castle.

So, when stone tunnels began to merge into bass reliefs, and the cobbled floors were interspersed silk carpet illuminated by the glow of golden candelabras, Mikey knew they were getting close. Keeping his voice soft he finally broke the silence between him and his brother, glancing over his shoulder with a look of concern.

“How’re ya’ holding up dude?”

Aside from his gaudy necklaces of garlic and iron, Mikey had a full arsenal of spells at the ready at the first sign that his brother was under the influence of demonic powers. Until they found where Leo or Donnie had disappeared to, it was crucial they watch each-other’s backs and keep on high alert. If Raph lost his mind down here, Michelangelo was not going to leave him alone in the darkness.

He’d already done enough running off to last a lifetime.

@restrainedcontrol

[restrainedcontrol-archived]

Raph watches him out of the corner of his eye, expression softening while Mikey considered the gun idea. It was something that they would have absolutely had a few years ago, when everything was normal. This was all far from normal and their usual dynamic was fractured, but the warmth in his heart was still happy to glow. He’s always had a soft spot for his brothers and their stupid antics, and it doesn’t seem like that’s changed one bit.

    Though he could do without some of the stupid.

    “Mikey.” It comes out in a huff, and a raised brow. “You would absolutely do all of this if it wasn’t legit. Though, I feel like drawing it on would be just as effective. Donnie’s gonna lecture you about shell integrity or something, and I’m not saving your tail when he does.”

  And he does have a solid point. Michelangelo is perfectly capable, and he should know that. He’s proven time and time again that his skills in their art exceed the others in a landslide. But it’s still nagging at him.

    “I do trust you.” Raph replies without bothering to hesitate, turning his eyes back down the hall. “I just don’t trust the whole supernatural thing, or that apparently this is some hive mind deal, or that we are walking into this guy’s literal stronghold like a couple of idiots with neon signs that say ‘Free Food’.”

  Okay, maybe he’s not totally on board.

    “You know turtle luck isn’t on our side, ever. Don’t even know why we bother making plans anymore, they never work.”

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“Duh, that’s what the garlic is for! it’s like hiding a bakery in a landfill.” Michelangelo shifted the garland around his neck as he addressed the most obvious answer to one of the many perceived flaws in his plan.  “But we’ve got to try Raph. Don’t you want to keep New York safe? feel sunlight on your skin?... eat pizza again?”

Mikey emphasized the last point like it was somehow the greatest tragedy in all of this, dangerously close to raising his voice despite the evident dangers. But he was growing annoyed with Raph, slowly and effectively chipping away at his confidence. Though he did have a point about the old ‘turtle luck’, Michelangelo was getting mixed messages when “I trust you” came right on the heels of criticism. 

He was tempted to let it go and keep walking.  A year ago, he would have.

But instead, Mikey decisively turned around and reached out to prod Raph’s forehead with his finger “Do you trust me?” he asked “The only thing you seem to trust is that I’m a screwup. Like I’ve never taken out vampires before. Like I didn’t ask if sharpie was an option way before I sliced up my shell.”