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w e l c o m e ♡ — — — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — — — ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡ [Ally] ⌗ °. ♡ ꒰ [She/Her & They/Them] ❏ Dc: pawsitivelypawfect_0꒱ ❏ ⇢ Heyyy! Just a little intro—thanks for stopping by my corner of Tumblr ♡ ❏ I try to keep my content GN so anyone can enjoy it ❏ Everything here is kinda spontaneous, so if something isn’t your vibe… it’s totally okay to scroll past 💕 ❏ Thanks so much for your support tho! Buh bye

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Alright party people this is my big pride post and it will be pinned for the rest of the month!

Happy Pride Month!

This month is for every LGBTQIA+ person—whether you're out, questioning, celebrating loudly, or supporting quietly from the sidelines.

Pride is about community, resilience, self-discovery, and the freedom to be yourself. It's a celebration of how far we've come, a reminder of those who fought before us, and hope for the future.

You don't have to prove your identity to anyone. You don't have to fit a certain mold. You belong, and you deserve to be respected and loved for who you are!

To everyone celebrating this month: stay safe, take pride in who you are, and remember that your existence matters!

- This message has been brought to you by a bisexual demigirl 🩷

[povdying]

Could I get 03 Donnie with Human Vigilante F! Reader and they’re dating

Like they’re on a date for valentines or hanging out

Abso-stinken-lutely! I love holiday requests!!

2003 Donnie x Human Vigilante Reader {Fem!}

The rooftops were quieter tonight.

Not silent—New York was never silent—but quieter.

A cold February breeze swept across the buildings as you sat on the edge of a rooftop water tower, legs swinging gently over the side.

Below, the city glittered with thousands of lights.

Beside you, Donatello was very pointedly pretending not to be nervous.

Which was funny considering you'd fought alien invasions together.

"Donnie."

"Hm?"

"You've checked that basket six times."

"I have not."

You raised an eyebrow.

The turtle paused.

"...Five."

You laughed.

The tip of his snout darkened slightly.

"Sorry. I just wanted everything to go right."

You looked down at the picnic basket sitting between you.

A rooftop picnic.

On Valentine's Day.

With a mutant ninja turtle genius who had spent an entire week secretly planning it.

Your heart melted a little.

"Don."

He glanced over.

"It already is."

For a moment, the city seemed to disappear.

It was just you and him.

Then Mikey's voice echoed from somewhere in the distance.

"DONNIE'S ON A DAAAATE!"

Donnie immediately buried his face in his hands.

You nearly fell off the water tower laughing.

"Ignore him," Donnie groaned.

"I can't."

"Please."

"You can literally hear him from three buildings away."

A second voice joined in.

Probably Raph.

"QUIT YELLING, DUMBASS!"

"LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL, RAPH!"

Donnie looked like he wanted to throw himself off the roof.

You scooted closer and bumped your shoulder against his arm.

His expression softened instantly.

"You know," you said, "this is actually kind of nice."

"The yelling?"

"The fact that they care."

Donnie sighed.

"I suppose."

"They're your family."

"They're embarrassing."

"Both can be true."

A reluctant smile tugged at his face.

You reached over and intertwined your fingers with his.

For a second, Donnie froze.

Not because you holding his hand was unusual.

It wasn't.

But sometimes he still looked surprised that you chose him.

The brilliant, awkward turtle who spent most of his free time covered in machine grease.

You squeezed his hand.

His grip tightened around yours immediately.

Comfortable.

Warm.

Safe.

"Whatcha thinking about?" you asked.

Donnie glanced at the city before looking back at you.

"You."

Your heart skipped.

"That's cheesy."

"I know."

"Very Valentine's Day of you."

"I know."

You grinned.

He grinned back.

Then his expression became thoughtful.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

Donnie looked down at your joined hands.

"When we first met, I honestly thought you were going to disappear."

"What?"

"You were a vigilante who worked alone. You trusted nobody. You jumped off buildings without warning."

"Still do."

"You absolutely still do."

You snorted.

"But then you stayed."

His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.

"And now I don't really know what I'd do without you."

For once, you had no teasing response ready.

No joke.

No sarcastic comeback.

Just warmth spreading through your chest.

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

"Good thing you don't have to find out."

Donnie's smile became softer than you'd ever seen.

"Good thing."

The two of you sat there watching the city lights for a while.

No villains.

No missions.

No world-ending threats.

Just a Valentine's Day spent together.

And for a guy who regularly dealt with interdimensional disasters?

Donatello decided that was probably the best gift he could've asked for.

Bonus-

From another rooftop:

"Should we leave them alone?" Leo asked.

"No," Mikey replied immediately.

"Definitely not," Raph agreed.

The three brothers continued spying from a completely obvious location while shouting at the couple occasionally to embarrass Donnie.

I hope you enjoyed! And to those waiting on pt2 of Caught in the Act, I'm going I promise! Hopefully I'll have it out later tonight or tomorrow!

[povdying]

i'm genuinely gonna throw hands with myself. i had a really good request but your requests were still closed and now i can't remember it. 😿

-♡

Oh noooo anon! 😭 I totally forgot to open them when I wanted to so they were closed a little longer, but you totally could have put it in! I hope you remember it though, you always have bomb requests!! ૮( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

[sharkboxes]

[hp-mineccraft]

If I don’t see each and every single one of you reblogging this, I swear to god

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TF141 x female!reader, mermen, dubious consent, xenophilia, monsterfuckers on both sides, fingering, nipple abuse, outdoor sex

part 2 here

The 141 are mermen- called that by the biologists who have been trying for years to connect with them- a designation based off some long ago scientific data point.

They're powerful, and private- the one called Price lurks around the edges of the scuba divers, watching them, and stirring up silt and sand with powerful strokes of his tail to blind them if they dare to come too close. By the time the murk settles down, he's long gone. The other three- Ghost, Soap, Gaz- more designations you don't know the origin of- are a little more curious, sometimes coming close enough to someone to snag the edge of a rubber fin, or steal a sampling kit, always darting away too fast for gangly human legs to catch.

And you? You're just an anthropologist, a last ditch effort to try and connect with them on a more personal level, and coax them into providing samples willingly.

You do your best- observe blurry videos of tailfins striking through the water, smooth muscles as they catch darting fish- and try offering food, fibers, worked jewelry in metals and materials they couldn't have access to.

It's slow, but it works- and eventually you find that they're just as curious about you.

Scaled fingertips with sharp, bony spurs rake down your thighs, testing the give of your flesh, poking where freckles pop up more and more often, as you spend entire days in a tidal pool. Gaz is especially interested in your breasts, plucking at your shirt, and then swimsuit top, in ceaseless curiosity until you finally just flung the garment off- and then it was impossible to get him off you, his hands bouncing your breasts back and forth, pulling at your nipples, finding all the ways he could squeeze and grope you.

Soft flesh like this is a marvel for them, smooth water dwellers that they are, and Soap seems just as eager to play with your mouth- he's always right up against your face, slipping a finger in to pull at your cheek, rub over your tongue. He's fascinated by the way you produce your own water, and his rough lips nuzzle against yours, the low crooning of his voice vibrating in delight when you drool, eyes watering as he shoves two fingers back to your throat.

Ghost makes you nervous. He's got dark eyes, nearly black, made more striking in that he doesn't wear the carved shells and woven sea grasses the others do- he wears bones, the teeth of sharks looped around his neck in an endless string, half of a skull across his face. He's intense, staring at you until your heart pounds, the feeling of being in the water with a predator at your feet- so when he grabs your legs and forces them open, you don't try and stop him, even when he uses a stone knife to slice away the swimsuit bottoms.

Here's something they've never seen, soft little folds of flesh out in the open, nothing tucked away or hiding in a smooth slit. Ghost trails his fingers down the crease of your thigh and plucks at you, tugging as he experiments with how far he can stretch before you whine and jerk. Saltwater splashes your chest, swirling around you as the merman coils his massive tail behind him, shoulders forcing your thighs apart as he plays with you.

He finds your clit, and at the first touch, you moan, hips jerking, and you see his gills- see all their gills- expand, and then clench, the spilling of your slick into the water they breathe pumping right into their bodies.

Price bullies Ghost out of the way eventually, to have his turn. You're desperately turned on, Gaz and Soap ducking under the water to get a breath of brine and human arousal, then bursting up again to torment your breasts and mouth. Your nipples ache, scratched from the bony spurs, and when Gaz latches his mouth around one and sucks, hard, you scream, back arching. His mouth is cool and smooth, but the suction is unstoppable- when he releases the pressure with a wet pop your nipple stands out larger than before, swollen and puffy, and he croons in pleasure before doing the same to the other- and another scream from you, this one muffled where Soap has pushed three fingers into your mouth, webbing stretching your lips.

Between your thighs, Price spreads you open, the waves crashing around you in the pool obscuring your vision. All you know is the way he and Ghost hold your thighs open, his fingertips sharp where they pinch your flesh, and the throbbing of your clit and pussy as you gush into the water.

It's too good, moans muffled with salty fingers, Gaz playing with your nipples, smacking your breasts to make them bounce in the water. A finger slides down to your hole, rubbing at the slick that hasn't yet been washed away- and your eyes roll back as it's suddenly inside, thick, the water full of vibrations as the mermen taste the sudden flood from you, as Price experiences hot, wet, human flesh.

Your hips work down, taking more of his finger, and you clumsily ride it, hoping to come before he takes it away- instead you get another, stretching out inside you, and as a wave crashes up over your head in a foamy splash you twist your hips and come, shaking, held in place by firm hands and arms and mouths.

Soap holds your head up as you sputter, coughing, clenching around Price's fingers as he holds them inside you, feeling the shuddery aftershocks of orgasm melt through you.

Ghost rises up first, gripping your jaw, and stares down into your face with those bottomless eyes. After a moment he smirks, and takes your hand, bringing your fingers around to the front of his belly, then down-

You startle, surprised by the thick bulge of a cock in your palm, slippery-smooth and fat in the middle. There's bumps around the bottom, and when you cautiously press against them, Ghost moans in that silvery, shivery way they do, like whale song, his palm cupping your whole cheek.

Price slides up next to him, and lifts your hips. There's another, similar press of flesh between your legs, and your eyes widen as you realize what they're after, the tidal water tangy with your slick, all but begging them to come have a proper taste.

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alright so this is kinda smut, but not really.

i'd like to request for a reader who is dating the turtles (or just one if you're not trying to write a whole lot) and they've made out but haven't done much else due to the differences, but reader had a great idea to watch documentaries on how turtles are.

reader's literally just studying turtle anatomy, alone and peaceful to be a good partner, and they get caught.

you can decide how that goes further, whether there be an actual smut moment or not!

(sorry if it's rushed and doesn't make sense!)

-♡

Caught in the Act

Warning!! ⚠️- Seriously. Read this before you read the rest of this! This has a poly reader and turtles. It is said that reader is dating all of the turtles. Raph is the main interaction but it is said all of them! If you are uncomfortable with this please skip this! This isn't quite smut but it is suggestive! Please be aware of these things before reading!!!

The lair was quiet for once.

Mikey was topside grabbing groceries with Donnie, Leo was meditating in his room—or pretending to, more likely—and you had the main area to yourself. The old couch creaked as you settled in, laptop balanced on your knees, a notebook open beside you filled with messy scribbles.

You'd been dating them for a few months now. All four of them, in your own arrangement that somehow worked. The kisses were electric, the cuddling perfect, the way they handled you like something precious made your chest ache. But things hadn't progressed past heavy makeouts and wandering hands, and you knew why.

The size difference was intimidating.

Not just height—though at 5'2", everything about them was massive. But the anatomical differences. Shells, plastrons, the way their bodies were built so differently from humans. You wanted to be a good partner. You wanted to know what felt good for them, what to avoid, how to navigate the ridges and plates and sensitive spots without fumbling like an idiot.

So you'd done what any determined person would do.

You watched nature documentaries.

Specifically, turtle anatomy documentaries. Tortoise mating rituals. Box turtle courtship behavior. A surprisingly detailed deep-dive into the sensory organs of aquatic turtles that had led you down a two-hour rabbit hole.

The current video was playing softly—a British narrator explaining the cloaca and its role in reproduction for certain species. You were taking notes furiously, tongue poking out in concentration.

"Okay, so… sensitive areas around the tail base… plastron tapping as a courtship signal… noted, noted…"

You didn't hear the heavy footsteps behind you.

You didn't notice the massive shadow falling over the couch.

"Whatcha watchin'?"

You screamed.

The laptop went flying. You caught it—barely—clutching it to your chest like a shield as you twisted around to find Raph standing behind the couch, arms crossed, one brow ridge arched high. He was just there, silent as a predator, and the smirk on his face told you he knew exactly what he'd interrupted.

"N-Nothin'!"

He snorted. "Bullshit. Heard the narrator talkin' 'bout cloacas."

Your face went nuclear red.

Raph leaned over the back of the couch, his massive arm reaching past you to grab the laptop from your shaking hands. You tried to hold on, but he was Raph, and you were a tiny human with noodle arms. He turned the screen toward himself, eyes scanning the video.

A nature documentary. A diagram of a turtle's internal anatomy. Your notebook full of detailed observations.

His expression shifted—surprise, then something softer, then a deep, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through the couch.

"You been watchin' turtle porn to get ready for us?"

"It's not porn! It's educational!"

"Educational," he repeated, deadpan. He scrolled through the video timeline, landing on a section about shell sensitivity. "Uh-huh. And what's this part about?"

You buried your face in your hands. "I just wanted to be a good partner, okay?! I don't know how to—how to touch you without hurting you, or what feels good, or if there's—I don't—"

Warm, calloused fingers pried your hands away from your face. Raph had moved around the couch, dropping onto the cushion beside you, his massive frame making the whole thing tilt. He set the laptop aside, then hooked a hand under your knees and lifted, pulling you onto his lap like you weighed nothing.

"Hey." His voice was rough but gentle, a tone he didn't use often. "Look at me."

You did, eyes wet with embarrassment.

Raph's scarred face softened. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"You're adorable, y'know that?"

"I'm mortified."

"Same thing." He huffed a laugh. "Baby girl watched nature documentaries to figure out how to fuck her mutant turtle boyfriends. That's the sweetest, dumbest thing I've ever seen."

You groaned, trying to hide your face in his chest, but he held you firm.

"Nuh-uh. Look at me."

You did.

Raph's expression was serious now, dark eyes holding yours.

"You wanna know how to touch me? You coulda just asked. I woulda showed you." His thumb traced your lower lip. "But this… this is cute. You went out of your way to learn for us. That means somethin'."

He reached down, grabbing the notebook from where it had fallen. He flipped through it, reading your cramped handwriting, the little diagrams you'd drawn.

"Plastron sensitivity," he read aloud. "Recommended approach: light pressure, circular motions." He looked at you, a slow grin spreading. "You even made notes."

"Stop reading that!"

"You got a whole section on tail handling. 'Caution: don't pull, support from base.'" He chuckled darkly. "Smart. Real smart."

He closed the notebook, setting it aside, then turned his full attention to you. His hands settled on your waist, squeezing gently.

"Tell you what. You did all this research for us. Seems only fair we return the favor."

His voice dropped, low and rough.

"Wanna put that knowledge to the test? I can teach you exactly what those documentaries left out."

He didn't push. Didn't pressure. He just waited, eyes locked on yours, giving you the choice.

When you finally nodded—small, shy, but sure—Raph's grin turned sharp and warm at the same time.

"Good girl."

He lifted you easily, carrying you toward his corner of the lair, the notebook and laptop left forgotten on the couch.

"First lesson," he murmured against your hair. "My shell's sensitive along the edges. Light touches there make my whole body shiver."

He paused at the entrance to his space, looking down at you with something vulnerable beneath the bravado.

"Second lesson: you don't gotta study alone no more. We'll teach you together. All of us."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"When you're ready."

Thank you for your request as always! I hope you enjoyed!! And thank everyone that had requests for being patient! My requests will be open again so feel free to request!

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you don't need to respond to this, just wanted to let you know you're amazing and your writing is incredible !! take your time with the requests, no need to rush. keep doing awesome !!

-♡

Thank you anon! Y'all are so sweet 🤭 I have only one request left and I'll probably slow down for a little while since my cat is going in for surgery but after she's all healed up I should post regularly again! But for around a week it might just be things that are in my drafts, so not proofread! Thank you all for being so patient, thank you to all the new friends that have followed me, and thank you for all the reblogs! 🩷

[povdying]

The Bay or 03 turtles with an older sister (older than leo and also a mutant of sort like a jaguar or soemthing)

2003 TMNT with an Older Jaguar-Mutant Sister

Leo

Leo respects her almost as much as he respects Splinter.

Which is saying a lot.

As kids, before Leo became leader, she was usually the one helping organize training or making sure nobody accidentally burned the lair down.

So even now, when she's around, Leo sometimes slips into being the younger brother instead of the leader.

"You're overthinking it."

"I'm considering all possible outcomes."

"You've been staring at that map for two hours."

"..."

"Leo."

"...maybe a little."

She's one of the few people who can tell him he's pushing himself too hard without starting an argument.

Not because he enjoys hearing it.

Because deep down he knows she's usually right.

And he hates that.

Raph

The sibling rivalry is legendary.

Legendary.

These two have been competing since childhood.

Sparring.

Racing.

Who can lift more.

Who can win more matches.

Who can annoy Leo faster.

Everything.

"You cheated."

"I won."

"You cheated and won."

"Sounds like winning."

The funny thing?

They're actually incredibly close.

They just express affection by threatening each other.

If anyone hurts her, Raph is furious.

If anyone hurts Raph, she's already halfway through a wall before Leo can stop her.

Neither one talks about it.

They just know.

Donnie

Donnie likes her because she treats him like an actual genius.

Not "the smart brother."

Not "the nerd."

An actual genius.

When he gets excited explaining some new invention, she listens.

Even if she only understands half of it.

"So if I reverse the polarity—"

"Uh-huh."

"Then theoretically—"

"Mhm."

"—we could open a dimensional gateway."

"...Should we be worried?"

"Probably."

He appreciates that she asks questions instead of pretending she understands.

And if anyone makes fun of him?

She's got that jaguar stare ready.

The one that makes people reconsider their decisions.

Mikey

Mikey is convinced she's the coolest sibling.

No competition.

"Leo has swords."

"Yep."

"Raph has muscles."

"Yep."

"Donnie has robots."

"Yep."

"You have CLAWS."

"...I do."

"YOU WIN."

He follows her everywhere.

Not because he needs to.

Because he wants to.

And unlike the others, Mikey has absolutely no shame about wanting hugs.

So she gets surprise hugs constantly.

Okay guys one more request! Thank you all for being patient 🙏 love you guys!!

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How would Bay turtles talk with a deaf completely deaf no aid partner/ friend or if they’re mute

So I've done a bit of both deaf and mute, I didn't really specify so I apologize if that's confusing. But thank you for the request

So, personally, I can absolutely see all four brothers learning at least some sign language long before meeting a deaf or mute friend/partner. Communication is already a huge thing for them—they spend years hiding from humans, relying on hand signals during missions, and adapting to situations where speaking isn't safe. In fact, in 2012 Leo uses hand signals during missions, so I don't think it's too far fetched to think the bayverse guys would be too different. (And I think that Donnie and Mikey, in most versions, would shut down verbally occasionally and use it sooo :^)

🐢 Leonardo

Leo knows basic sign language before meeting you.

Not enough for deep conversations, but enough to communicate during missions:

"Stop." "Danger." "You okay?" "Stay here."

The second he realizes you're deaf or mute, though?

He's studying.

Not because he thinks you need fixing or accommodations.

He just hates not being able to communicate properly with someone he cares about.

Within a few months he's practicing every day.

Sometimes you'll catch him sitting in the lair watching sign language lessons with the same concentration he'd use studying battle strategy.

If he's signing and forgets a word he'll get annoyed.

"Hold on. Hold on. I know this sign."

Five minutes later he's digging through notebooks.

You'd never have to wonder whether Leo was listening.

When you're signing, his attention is completely on you.

No interruptions.

No looking at his phone.

No half-listening.

Just focus.

🐢 Raphael

Raph knows very little at first.

A handful of signs.

Mostly because Donnie taught him and because hand signals are useful.

At first he'd be frustrated—not with you, but with himself.

Because Raph is used to fixing problems with action.

Communication barriers?

Can't punch those.

So he works harder.

He practices in secret.

Refuses to let anyone see.

One day he'll suddenly sign an entire sentence and stare at you waiting for approval.

You grin.

His chest puffs up.

Achievement unlocked.

The biggest thing?

Raph is incredibly expressive.

Even before he becomes fluent, half his communication is body language anyway.

You always know exactly how he's feeling.

🐢 Donatello

Donnie absolutely knows the most.

Not necessarily fluent when he first meets you, but far beyond his brothers.

Partly because he's curious.

Partly because communication systems fascinate him.

And partly because there have been times when he or Mikey have verbally shut down after stressful situations.

He's already researched alternative communication methods years ago.

Sign language.

Text-to-speech systems.

Visual communication aids.

Emergency silent communication.

The whole package.

So when he meets you?

There's almost no adjustment period.

He just starts signing.

And you freeze because—

Wait.

He actually knows what he's doing.

Not perfectly.

But enough for a real conversation.

Donnie would also absolutely modify tech around the lair.

Screens for announcements.

Visual alerts instead of alarms.

Shared messaging systems.

Not because he thinks you need them.

Because accessibility makes life easier for everyone.

🐢 Michelangelo

Mikey learns frighteningly fast.

Like scarily fast.

Everyone assumes he'll struggle because he's the most talkative.

Nope.

Turns out Mikey communicates with his entire body.

Facial expressions.

Gestures.

Movement.

Energy.

Half the time he's basically signing before he even realizes it.

Once he starts learning officially?

He's a sponge.

And because he's not embarrassed about making mistakes, he improves quickly.

You'll catch him asking questions constantly.

"Wait, is this sign right?"

"How do I say this?"

"What's the sign for pizza?"

The important questions.

Mikey would also make sure nobody gets left out.

Ever.

If someone starts talking while you're not looking?

He's immediately tapping your shoulder and signing a summary.

Someone speaks too fast?

He's translating.

You're trying to follow a group conversation?

Mikey becomes a one-turtle accessibility team.

Thank you for your request!! Have a good day/night!!

[povdying]

nit requesting anything, just saying happy pride!!

Happy Pride anon!!! ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

[povdying]

that request for the "pretty girl" to "i'm a guy" was hilarious, and if i may, i'd like to request an add-on but not really

what would the turtles be like towards a trans reader? doesn't matter if it's ftm or mtf, just trans or even gender neutral

-♡

Okay, personally, the turtles would probably take it in stride much faster than a lot of humans do.

A huge part of the TMNT's whole thing is that they're mutants who have spent most of their lives being judged by appearances, assumptions, and things they can't control. So finding out someone is trans would usually register as a "Okay, thanks for telling me" kind of thing rather than a huge dramatic revelation. (Also I apologize I only really did the ftm/mtf on Raph and Mikey 😭)

Leonardo

Leo would be the most careful about getting things right.

If you told him you were trans, he'd probably nod seriously and immediately make a mental note of your name and pronouns.

If he accidentally slipped up once, he'd correct himself before you even had to say anything.

> "Sorry. He. My mistake."

Then he'd continue the conversation like nothing happened because he wouldn't want to make a spectacle out of it.

The biggest thing with Leo is respect. If this is how you identify, then that's how he'll address you. End of discussion.

Raphael

Raph would probably have the most unintentionally chaotic reaction.

Not because he cares that you're trans—he doesn't—but because he's the king of saying the wrong thing while meaning well.

FTM Reader

> "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

"..."

"That explains why you're so short."

Cue you throwing something at him.

MTF Reader

> "You know, that actually makes a lotta sense."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I ain't explainin' that."

He's already running away before you can hit him.

But if somebody else gave you grief?

Raph is suddenly everyone's problem.

Donatello

Donnie would have approximately twelve questions.

Not invasive questions.

Just genuine curiosity if you're comfortable talking about it.

He's a scientist. He likes understanding people.

The moment he realizes a topic makes you uncomfortable, though, he immediately backs off.

> "Sorry. Ignore that one."

Also, if anyone intentionally misgendered you around him?

Congratulations.

You now get to watch Donnie absolutely dismantle them with facts and logic until they regret opening their mouth.

Michelangelo

Mikey's reaction is somehow both the sweetest and the funniest.

MTF Reader

> "Oh!"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"..."

"Can I still call you bro?"

"Yes, Mikey."

"Awesome, bro."

FTM Reader

> "WAIT."

"What?"

"DOES THIS MEAN I CAN BRING YOU TO GUY'S NIGHT?"

"Mikey—"

He's already planning it.

For a nonbinary reader {Bonus for pride}:

> "Okay, so what's the coolest nickname?"

"Nickname?"

"Yeah! Everybody gets a nickname."

And then he proceeds to create twenty-seven terrible nicknames before finding one you actually like.

If they had a crush on you {another bonus lol}

Almost nothing changes.

The only thing that changes is the label they were using in their head.

The feelings don't magically disappear.

If Leo liked you before finding out you were trans, he still likes you.

If Raph had a crush on you before, he still has a crush on you.

If Donnie was losing sleep because you smiled at him, he's still losing sleep.

If Mikey thought you were the coolest person he'd ever met, he still does.

The turtles tend to fall for people first.

Finding out you're trans is information about who you are, not a reason for them to suddenly stop caring.

I'm taking this post to wish everyone a happy pride! (I'll probably make a bigger post but still) Everyone is valid and everyone deserves respect and love!!

[povdying]

Guys.. GUYS PLEASE I love you all and I love all the requests but please 🙏 I have four I have to do so if you've put in a request please be patient and I'll be closing my asks until I'm finished. I literally love you guys so much 😭😭 thank you for all the requests and I promise I'm getting on those!! Y'all are actually the best, I cannot say that enough 😭😭🩷

[crashbandacoochie]

fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

[povdying]

Have a really funny idea for a request. Imagine the turtles are starting to get to know a new friend they sort of (hardcore) have a crush on. Eventually they say something about reader being a "pretty girl" or something along those lines, just for them to suddenly say "I’m a guy by the way". Reader then silently watches the turtle‘s reactions in amusement. Turts assumed the reader was a girl this whole time.

If you don’t want to write this for all the turtles, then for bay Leo please?

Here is your request dear anon! I hope you enjoy! As always thank you for the ask!!

Leo had always considered himself a perceptive person.

A leader.

A strategist.

Someone who noticed things.

Which was exactly why this situation was currently destroying him.

The two of you were sitting on a rooftop overlooking the city, sharing a bag of chips you'd stolen from Mikey's emergency snack stash.

"You're staring again."

Leo nearly choked.

"What?"

"You've been staring at me for like three minutes."

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

You popped another chip into your mouth.

Leo looked away immediately.

Smooth.

Real smooth.

The truth was... he liked you.

A lot.

You were funny, brave, easy to talk to.

And, unfortunately for his sanity, very pretty.

At least that's what he'd been thinking for the last several weeks.

"You know," Leo said suddenly.

You glanced over.

"Hm?"

The turtle immediately regretted opening his mouth.

His brain was screaming.

Abort mission.

Abort mission.

But then the words came out anyway.

"I just think..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You're a really pretty girl."

Silence.

The city traffic hummed below.

A siren wailed somewhere in the distance.

You blinked.

Leo smiled awkwardly.

You blinked again.

"...Leo."

"Yeah?"

"...I'm a guy."

The smile froze.

Completely.

Absolutely.

Frozen.

Like someone had hit pause on reality.

"...What?"

You took another chip.

"I'm a guy."

Leo stared.

The chip crunched loudly.

Leo continued staring.

You continued eating.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Finally Leo pointed at you.

"You."

"Me."

"Guy."

"Yep."

"You are a guy."

"I've always been a guy."

Leo's soul visibly left his body.

The worst part?

The worst part?

As the last month replayed in his head, he realized you'd never actually referred to yourself as a girl.

Not once.

Not a single time.

Every assumption had come entirely from him.

"Oh my God."

You snorted.

"Oh my God."

The ninja was now covering his face.

"Oh my God."

"You okay there?"

"No."

A laugh escaped you.

Leo pointed dramatically.

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You never asked!"

"I thought it was obvious!"

"It clearly wasn't."

"Well—"

Leo stopped.

Because unfortunately there was another realization arriving.

A much worse realization.

One that made his face somehow get even redder.

You noticed immediately.

"Oh."

"Oh no."

"Ohhhhh."

"Don't."

"You still called me pretty."

"Don't."

"You had a crush."

"Please stop talking."

"You had a crush on me."

Leo looked like he wanted the rooftop to open up and swallow him whole.

You grinned.

The turtle groaned.

"This is a nightmare."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Because from where I'm sitting—"

You nudged his shoulder.

"—it's pretty funny."

Leo sighed heavily.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, maybe I thought you were cute."

You burst out laughing.

His face disappeared into his hands.

"Fantastic."

"Aw, don't be embarrassed."

"I am absolutely embarrassed."

"Why?"

Leo peeked through his fingers.

Because despite everything—

Despite the misunderstanding.

Despite the humiliation.

Despite the fact that you were still laughing at him.

The feelings hadn't actually gone anywhere.

Which was another problem entirely.

"...Because now you're gonna make fun of me forever."

You considered that.

Then grinned.

"Yeah, probably."

Leo groaned so loudly a nearby pigeon took off.

And somehow, to his immense annoyance, he was still completely hopeless about you. Even after becoming the proud owner of the most embarrassing realization of his life.

Sooo I'm using a new border..I have a lot so yk I want to use more. Thank you for your request again! Love you guys and have a wonderful day!!

[povdying]

How would the turtles be with a friend/ partner who is blind like completely blind

If we're talking Bayverse turtles, I think all four of them would adapt surprisingly quickly. They spend most of their lives navigating a world that wasn't built for them, so they're probably more aware than most people about accessibility and finding workarounds.

Leo 💙

Leo would be the most careful at first.

Not because he thinks you can't do things yourself, but because he'd be terrified of accidentally making your life harder. He'd spend a ridiculous amount of time asking permission before helping.

"Do you want an arm?"

"Do you need me to describe anything?"

"Would you like me to move that?"

The first few weeks of knowing you would basically be Leo learning where the line is between helpful and overprotective.

Once he gets comfortable, he'd become excellent at verbal descriptions.

If you're sitting on a rooftop watching a sunset with him, he'd quietly describe everything.

"The sky's orange near the horizon. Purple higher up. The clouds kinda look like brushstrokes."

Not in a pitying way—just because he wants to share experiences with you.

If someone assumes you're helpless because you're blind?

Leo is suddenly standing very, very close to them.

Raph ❤️

Raph's adjustment period would be hilarious.

The first time he forgets and points at something—

"Look at that—"

Silence.

"..."

"Raph."

"SHUT UP."

After that, he'd start catching himself.

Raph is naturally physical, so he'd probably become very aware of communicating through touch (with permission).

A hand on your shoulder to let you know he's nearby.

A tap on the table when he's setting something down.

Offering his arm whenever you're walking together.

He's also the turtle most likely to throw hands with someone being rude.

Some stranger talking to your companion instead of talking directly to you?

Raph's blood pressure just tripled.

"They're right there. Talk to them."

Donnie 💜

Donnie immediately enters Problem-Solving Mode.

Not because he sees blindness as something to "fix."

He's just a nerd.

You mention one accessibility issue and suddenly he's building technology.

A customized navigation app.

Audio labeling systems.

Modified phones.

Talking GPS.

Half the stuff probably doesn't even exist yet.

"Donnie, why is my cane connected to Bluetooth?"

"Because now it can identify obstacles at thirty feet."

"Why?"

"SCIENCE."

The thing that would matter most to him is making sure you have access to the same information everyone else does.

Movie night?

He's describing visual details.

New gadget?

He's explaining every feature.

Museum?

You're getting the most enthusiastic audio tour of your life.

Mikey 🧡

Mikey adjusts the fastest.

Not because he understands blindness better than the others.

Because he naturally communicates through words anyway.

Five minutes after meeting you, he's talking your ear off.

He's constantly narrating things without even realizing it.

"Okay so Donnie just made the weirdest face."

"Mikey."

"No, seriously, it looked like a constipated owl."

Mikey would be the best at making sure you're included without making a big deal out of it.

Everyone's looking at something?

Mikey automatically describes it.

A game has visual components?

He's figuring out adaptations.

Movie night?

He's whispering commentary.

Sometimes useful.

Sometimes not.

"That guy's definitely gonna betray them."

"Mikey, we've known him for three seconds."

"Trust me."

If You Were Their Partner ❤️

The biggest thing is that none of them would see your blindness as something that makes you less capable or less attractive.

They'd learn your routines.

Memorize what assistance you like and don't like.

Respect your independence.

And they'd absolutely roast anyone who talks down to you.

The funniest part is that eventually you'd start helping them just as much as they help you.

Because these are four giant mutant turtles trying to hide from society.

You'd be sitting there like:

"Leo, there's a police officer around the corner."

"How did you know?"

"His radio's loud."

"..."

"Also Raph is stomping like an elephant."

"HEY."

By that point, they'd stop thinking of you as "their blind friend" or "their blind partner."

You'd just be you.

The person who knows every one of their voices instantly, can identify them by their footsteps alone, and somehow always knows exactly which turtle just walked into the room before anyone says a word.

[povdying]

[{fluff request this time!!}]

after the krang fight and everyone loves them, they're heroes, bla, bla, bla....

can you please write a drabble about reader being their biggest fan?

like a whole anonymous online fan club and almost obsessed...(perchance some dere type of stuff, that's up to you!)...and Donnie being a techwhiz finds it and slowly starts revealing to reader that they're all coming to their senses and figuring out she's been their cheerleader!

-♡

Okay I won't lie, I was a tad lost on what to do buttt I gave it my best shot and I hope you like it.

The first clue was the username.

ShellShockSupporter97.

Donnie wouldn't have looked twice if the account hadn't somehow beaten every major news outlet to posting updates about the turtles.

A blurry photo of Leo helping an old woman cross the street?

Already uploaded.

A witness report from a rescued subway passenger?

Archived.

A twenty-three-page document titled:

"The Definitive Ranking Of Raphael's Heroic Moments (Objectively Correct)."

Donnie blinked.

"...What."

He clicked.

Mistake.

Three hours later he was sitting in front of six monitors with red string diagrams open on his screens.

There were spreadsheets.

Graphs.

Timelines.

Someone had cataloged every public appearance the turtles had made since the Krang invasion.

Every interview.

Every sighting.

Every newspaper clipping.

There was even a section dedicated to analyzing their combat styles.

Donnie wasn't sure whether to be impressed or terrified.

"Guys," he called.

The others wandered over.

Mikey looked at the monitor.

"...Is that a fan club?"

"It appears to be."

Leo leaned closer.

"Wait."

He squinted.

"They made a timeline?"

"They made four."

Raph pointed.

"Why is there a section called 'Raphael Appreciation Archives?'"

Nobody answered.

Because there were six hundred entries.

Raph immediately stood taller.

The deeper Donnie dug, the stranger it got.

The fan club wasn't huge.

Maybe a few hundred members.

But the anonymous founder?

They were everywhere.

Moderating discussions.

Correcting misinformation.

Posting updates.

Defending the turtles with the determination of a medieval knight.

Someone once commented:

"Maybe the turtles aren't actually that heroic."

The founder had replied with a seventeen-paragraph essay.

With citations.

Mikey was crying laughing by the time Donnie showed them.

"Oh my god."

"They cited sources."

"They used MLA formatting."

Then Donnie found the photos.

Not creepy photos.

Just...

Pictures.

Tiny moments.

Leo helping kids at a community center.

Mikey giving someone a high-five.

Raph carrying a rescued dog.

Donnie fixing a broken traffic signal.

Moments nobody else would've noticed.

Moments that weren't in the news.

Moments that looked...

Personal.

Like whoever took them genuinely cared.

Donnie stared at one image for a long moment.

A picture of him crouched beside a little girl, repairing her toy robot.

The caption read:

"He stayed almost forty minutes after everyone else left to fix it."

Another.

"Donatello always acts like he doesn't care what people think, but he literally spent half an hour explaining robotics to a kid because she asked."

And another.

"He deserves more credit."

Something weird settled in Donnie's chest.

Warm.

The breakthrough came completely by accident.

You'd dropped your phone.

Again.

"Ow."

Donnie glanced up from his workbench.

You were scrambling to grab the device before the screen timed out.

Too late.

For a split second he saw it.

The logo.

A familiar green turtle shell.

His eyes narrowed.

"...Interesting."

You froze.

"What's interesting?"

"Nothing."

You immediately looked suspicious.

Which made him more suspicious.

Donnie started testing theories.

Little comments.

Tiny traps.

Nothing obvious.

Just enough.

One day he casually mentioned a ridiculous fake story.

"Yeah, Leo actually cried during that movie."

"I DID NOT."

Donnie ignored him.

The next morning the fan forum had a post.

"CONFIRMED: Leonardo cried during animated dog movie."

Attached was a hundred-comment debate.

Donnie nearly fell out of his chair.

A week later he cornered you.

You were sitting on the couch.

Happy.

Relaxed.

Unsuspecting.

Donnie sat beside you.

Far too close.

You immediately got nervous.

"Hi?"

"Hello."

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason."

A pause.

Then—

"So how's the fan club?"

You stopped breathing.

"...What- what fan club?"

Donnie smiled.

The kind of smile that meant he already knew.

"Oh."

"Oh no."

"The one you've been running for two years."

Your soul left your body.

The silence lasted ten full seconds.

Then:

"You weren't supposed to find that."

Donnie looked genuinely offended.

"You left digital footprints."

"I deleted them!"

"You deleted most of them."

"Most?!"

The others found out within an hour.

Mikey was ecstatic.

"You made appreciation posts about us?"

You covered your face.

Leo was scrolling through pages.

"Oh my gosh."

His eyes widened.

"You wrote a twelve-page essay about my leadership."

You groaned.

"Please stop reading."

"No, this is amazing."

Raph discovered the archives.

The infamous archives.

His archives.

There were hundreds of entries.

Photos.

Stories.

Witness accounts.

Praise.

Support.

Evidence.

You watched his ears slowly turn red.

"These are all about me."

"No they're not."

"They're literally titled 'Raphael Appreciation Archives.'"

"..."

"..."

"They're not all about you."

The worst part?

Nobody teased you.

Well.

Not much.

Because once they realized how long you'd been cheering for them—

How long you'd defended them—

How many hours you'd spent making sure people knew they were good people—

The teasing became something softer.

Something fond.

A few nights later Donnie found you sitting alone.

Embarrassment still lingering.

"You know," he said quietly, sitting beside you.

"I wasn't joking when I said your forum helped."

You blinked.

"What?"

He nudged your shoulder.

"A lot of people were afraid of us after the invasion."

His voice softened.

"But your posts gave them something else to look at."

You stared.

"You read all of it?"

"I read everything."

"Oh no."

"Every. Single. Thing."

You buried your face in your hands.

Donnie laughed.

Actually laughed.

Then gently pulled your hands away.

For once there wasn't a trace of teasing in his expression.

Just sincerity.

"We became heroes because of what we did."

His gaze met yours.

"But having someone believe in us before everyone else did?"

The smile he gave you was small.

Warm.

"That mattered more than you think."

And somewhere in the lair, Mikey was already trying to get access to the fan club account.

I'm not super happy with how this turned out but I hope you like it anon ૮( つ╥﹏╥)つ

[povdying]

Hii i was wondering if you are going to make a masterlist maybe?

Soo this is an amazing question.. 😅

Short answer: No, as of now, I am not planning on making a master list. I've considered it but do not have the patience, nor motivation, to do everything that comes with creating a master list.

Long answer for anyone that wants it {WARNING ⚠️- I'm in the mood to explain my reasoning but that does not mean I'm obligated to make it seem nice. Please be aware!} : No, because I have attempted to have a master list in the past and it did not go well. I'm simply not motivated nor patient enough to go through titling, linking, adding a description, and then organizing everything I write. When I first had a master list I didn't think it'd be such an inconvenience (?) I suppose but, to put it nicely, I'm special and if something takes too long or is an inconvenience for me to do, I simply won't do it. I understand that a master list makes it easier to view my blog but as of right now, no I am not and will not be doing a master list. And to anyone out there that willingly does that, absolute kudos to you. I simply don't understand how you do that every time you make something. Though if I feel up to it later on, then I will. It all depends.

Also for anyone that doesn't know, I write on whim. Completely. If I don't feel like writing, I don't. If I don't want to do something I simply won't. So as much as I love getting requests this is also a warning, if you do one and I don't want to do it, I won't. I understand that can seem insensitive, and I understand if that upsets someone. But the simple fact is that this is my blog, you don't like what I'm doing, block me. That applies to everything I do.

And here's my request stuff, yes I know this ask will eventually fall to the bottom of my blog but still.

❀ what you can request ❀

✧ headcanons – short, fun ideas about characters ♡

✧ drabbles/scenarios – little standalone moments

✧ one-shots – short stories focusing on a prompt ♡

❀ how to make a request ❀

(DISCLAIMER!!! You don't have to use this template but I know it can make it easier for some!!)

> ✧ character(s): [name(s)]

✧ type: [headcanon/drabble/one-shot/etc.]

✧ prompt/idea: [your idea ♡ keep it short & sweet]

✧ additional notes: [any extra details ✧ optional]

❀ a bit of content info ❀

✧ I can write NSFW and SFW

✧ If a gender is specified, it is at the beginning! I am a demigirl, so most things will likely be fem or gn. If you want male POV though, do not fear! If you request it, I will most likely do it as long as it follows other guidelines!!

✧ I am willing to write more sensitive topics, though it depends on preference ♡

✧ I will not write for specific OC's. Things like "reader with -such features-" is okay but if it seems too OC, I will not do it.

✧ I will not write for actors (ex: Megan Fox)

✧ I understand my blog is mostly TMNT, but I am in other fandoms! So if you would like, I can make a post listing off some of my fandoms.

❀ extra guidelines ❀

✧ be patient ♡ i write in my free time & may take a while

✧ be kind & respectful when asking, if you aren't I will not be doing it

✧ reblogs of my stuff are appreciated but credit me, claiming my things as your own will get you blocked

✧ If you are rude or disrespectful to anyone in my comments, your comment will be deleted, your acc reported, and blocked. I will not tolerate bullying on this blog.

✧ Any hate comments will be deleted as well. I will be keeping this account as positive as possible.

As always thank you for your request, I apologize if this comes off as rude but it's simply my opinion. (And also it's 1am so I'm not proofreading any of this). I hope you have a wonderful day! Love you guys 🩷