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BOOYAH, BABY!
Indie, semi-sel, literate MICHELANGELO from RISE OF THE TMNT.
Crossover & OC Friendly. 10+ Years of Experience. Mun is 21+.
Default Verse set after the movie.
NOTICE: THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN TAGGED SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!
Established July 21, 2022.
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Perhaps… I do miss my silly boy 🥺
𝐆𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐚.𝐤.𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬.
indie 𝑮𝒂𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 of Detective comics. Brought to life by Whiskey. Based in headcanon, influenced by comics. 18+ themes present.
I’ve been fallin my back into rottmnt and got inspired by @spoopdeedoop human au. Only had enough time to draw Mikey for now
What flower are you?
YOU ARE A TULIP !
At one time, the frenzied demand for these bright, happy bulbs made the tulip one of the most expensive flowers on the market in Holland and Turkey. While tulips have become more affordable in the modern age, tulips have become synonymous with fame and yellow bulbs are often called “smiles of sunshine”.
You share the limelight with the tulip as a popular individual who can light up your surroundings and make even perfect strangers feel perfectly at ease. You are an expressive, charismatic type of person who is adept at making others feel comfortable and special, and your charm is often deeply influencing to others whether you are aware of it or not. Often artistic and active, your expressive nature and youthful energy ensure your presence is never forgotten.
Tagged By: @priimeblue
Tagging: IM SHY HSGSHGS PLEASE DO THIS THO!!
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“ alright , lil mans . cough it up . ” somber fairy lights of little pillow - made fort and blanket steeples barely contain the sweater - wrapped mikey from his middle - elder brother , he who breaks into sanctuary with a mysterious item still hidden from sight beyond his own shell . he’s waiting , oddly patient , in the serene stillness of evening whites and sunset sundae of yellows and orange tangs swirling in lighting . “ show me the goods and i can make this little , y’know , under the table trade - thing happen . ”
invasion of privacy , leo stays in teepee door parting , sitting onto a haunch and lower calf to keep one leg outstretched out the door in case his younger feels trapped at any time , that way he can easily side - swing his weight and slip outside to give him breathing space . after all , a scaredy - cat can always frighten at the slightest anxiety - prone trigger . cheekily he waits , until paper is revealed . there it is , a well - shaded portrait drawn of cerulean twin , the waxy stains of crayon colored and properly highlighted with midtones and shadows spiraling into each other like a galaxy’s collision . . . leo nearly sheds a tear .
he remembers mikey’s drawings , back when they were young . when nothing except disappointing dad was their biggest challenge . when those little doodles were constantly strung across the fridge with homemade magnets they made during thursday crafting afternoons . ‘scuse him as he reminisces . a finger swipes up mindlessly to escort a singular misty droplet from beady painted eye .
“ you even remembered that request ‘a mine . . . y’know how i love when ya highlight my blues with your yellow highlighter . ” listen , it makes it pop , okay ? pop art’s cool . ( too cool . )
a deal’s a deal . allowance saved for weeks sways out in a flourish , a personal pie box offered to younger brother , leo’s own little magazine cutout and glued - on collage an artsy take . ( of course , he made the amateur mistake of gluing onto a hot box , as the job was rushed and this is a fresh pie bought not even half an hour ago . ) “ brought to you by my own aching wallet , lil bro . eat up ; get strong off the milk in that melty stuffed crust . ” ( mm , strong skeletons . hey WAI— )
Leonardo’s voice is a sharp violin screech in a horror movie jumpscare. It shattered the serene mood as the camera (his eyes) panned up to the azure twin with an auditory jolt. His brother sat in the door of Mikey’s get away, swathed in blanket siding and illuminated by swirls of off-whites, sunny yellows, and (Mikey) orange. One hand subconsciously slid down to find the diary he’d been filling out moments before and tucked it away under one of the many pillows making up the flooring in his luxurious teepee vacation home.
But – Leo doesn’t move in. He sat there, waiting.
His bro showing an ounce of patience is almost scary. With a pause to think, the orange fort keeper scooched further in and patted the spot next to him. Making space to allow the blue-clad pizza bringer to reside within fabric walls alongside him. It’d be a tight fit, but Mikey didn't mind - it was Leonardo, after all. Raph had a fear AND happy stink - one that could kill in such a poorly ventilated, yet comfy, hideout. Definitely not up to OSHA regulations.
Show me the goods.
Oh! The commission . . . that was finally finished. Y’know, most people wanted art of their original characters or fursonas but he could always rely on Leo to want a portrait of himself – or of Donnie making an exaggerated, stupid face like a parody comic piece in the newspaper funnies. It took a second to find the finished piece before it was turned over to Leo.
His reaction filled Mikey's shell with a bashful pride. Though his grin widened and brows excitedly arched, that didn’t stop the youngest from turtling a little into his carapace with a sudden shyness.
“ Yeah ! ‘Course I remembered ! ” Giddy eyes darted from the paper in Leo’s hands back up to his face. “ Yellow makes blue pop ‘cuz they’re both primary colors, so they go good together. ”
Realization lit up his expression. “ Just like blue and orange, us ! Complimentary colors ! ” The teen swayed from side to side, a bouncy happy stim coming on at the thought. “ That’s why we’re a good team ! Cuz we’re complimentary ! ” Meant in terms of their fashion color coordination but the same could be said for their personalities.
Now for his payment. Support your local artists, folks. A fresh box of ‘za, juuust the way he likes it. Curling pieces of paper and strands of glue sat atop the cardboard lid. It took a few attempts to smooth them down before only the lips of the collage were lifted. “ Oh. Mi. GOSH ! This is so COOL ! ” Mikey scrambled to find his shellphone amidst the mess in his little space, fumbling it so he could snap a photo of it before the heat radiating from within made it peel off again.
Satisfied with his camerawork, he tossed his phone aside and flipped the top open. Can you hotbox pizza smell? Deft fingers picked up and cupped a choice piece. Folding the slice into a pizza roll-up, he bit into one end of cylindrical cheesy deliciousness and hummed in delight.
It freed up his hands so he could push over a blank piece of paper to Leo. Then came the big gesture. Moving his scented markers and the big pack of crayons (WITH sharpener in the back) between them. Sharing supplies didn’t come lightly for the artist in the family. If crayons were broken or the markers lost, he’d have to save up to get them again. These are sacred tools.
“̳̿͟͞O̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞,̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞'̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞w̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞
̳̿͟͞y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞w̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞,̳̿͟͞ ̳̿͟͞G̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞m̳̿͟͞b̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞.̳̿͟͞"̳̿͟͞
rules || about
when it’s quiet in the lair so you can finally hear yourself THINK again.
Silence. Sweet, sweet silence.
RRRRIIIIIIIIIPPP.
Well, nice while it lasted.
Orange light bathed the lair in sunset hues as a tear in reality itself was wrenched open by shaking hands. Blinding luminescence seemed to consume even the being prying it open before it fell through the portal to splat onto the floor of the lair. Reality zipped itself up, muting the noise and cutting off the light in a comically anticlimactic fashion.
A small, orange-masked turtle laid in a heap on the ground, dazed and confused. Bandaged limbs smoked as the glowing light faded.
Silence consumed the lair once again – only to be ruined by the intruder. Sitting up with a gasp, the turtle wildly looked around. It looked like the lair, sorta, but different! Did his bros redecorate WITHOUT HIM? But HE called dibs on yelling MOVE THAT BUS if they ever decided to renovate their sick pad! UGH.
Seeing a flash of purple made him perk up, his sulking forgotten. “ Heeyyyy Dondon, pretty cool, huh? ” Mikey beamed, gap-tooth grin on full display as he searched for praise from his ‘brother’ for reckless power usage.
So weird how he’d opened a portal from his room to the den and totally not an alternate universe, yeah?
You people could not STOP me from making this
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“ So . . . is no one going to tell Leo about his humpback ? ”
“ it’s official ; the mature ones are asleep . so MICHEL . care for a game of nose - goes ? last one to touch their non - existent nose , ” cheekily touches his own . “ has to chug a cup of coffee . ”
“ YEAH !! No sleep ‘til Jersey ! ” Then it’s totally OK to doze off. It’s Jersey.
Curious eyes watch Leo touch his own beak.
Blink, blink, blink. Processing circle . . .
“ Okay, sounds fun ! Watch these mystic hands FLY, baby ! ” He chirps, tossing up a hand to tap his own non-nose and pausing half way when he realizes Leo already is.
“ How the -- awww mannn, that’s not even fair ! How are you so quick ?! ” It seems the pre-game boop has gone over his head . . . and there’s no referee to say otherwise.
“ Does it have to be like, y’know, pure coffee ? ” It’s icky with a capital ICK.
“ Leo . . . That’s straight up GROADY, MAN. ”
SOMEONE GET THIS TURTLE SOME MOUTHWASH ASAP.
@priimeblue
@stripedmutcte asked: "You ever think about how you guys don't wear shoes in the middle of New York City constantly? Can mutant turtles get tetanus?"
“ Nope ! ”
To which question? Maybe both. Who knows.
After brief pause to think on it further, Mikey reveals the answer with a question of his own and a head tilt.
“ Uhhhhh... what’s tetanus? Issat a type of shoe or something? Like Mikey’s ! ” He means Nike’s. “ SO cool they named a shoe after me, even though I don’t wear em. ” The turtle glanced down at his own feet before shrugging the thought off and beaming at Van. So close to a full thought, yet so far.
“Nobody knows how stressful it is being this awesome.”
“ With great awesomeness comes great responsibility, baby !! ”
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“ The struggle certainly is real out here, Leon. Thanks for acknowledging it. ” Donnie doesn’t bother looking up from his spot on the floor while swiping through his phone, but he can’t hide the grinchy smirk curling his lips. “ I pray you never have to experience such stress. Unlikely, though. Rest easy, dearest twin. ”
