Time for me to make yet another massive multi-turtle art piece!
Here is our fun little collab/coloring page for our cross-cabin narrative! Each member who was able to participate will be coloring/editing in their own turtles/aus!
Both cabins thought it'd be fun to plan a friendly game of capture the flag! Unfortunately it didn't take long for the planning session to break out into chaos!
( Cabins 14 & 15 )
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~ Cadoo 🐾
All included campers will be tagged under the cut:
🔥 Cabin 15:
GGTH! Don: @clawsandpaws-creativearchive
Sparky!AU Smokey: @belleyellsaboutturtles
Move Along! Mikey Raph: @justalittleobsessed
🛸 Cabin 14:
HEM Mikey Raph (and Nibbles): @languajix
ICE Donnie: @leilanising
GoTP Mika & Spirit: @wandering-ghost
The Second Shot: @twignotstick
True Colors: @v-albion
Covert Au Mikhail: @chessman-protocol
Fear's Embrace Marco & Donnie: @karonkar
(MoveAlong) Mikey watched (HEM) Mike hold his arm out, half-aborted on the way to a hug, like he was unsure if it was the right call. It was the right call. Mikey closes the distance between them, giving Mike a hug that he thinks maybe they both need.
HEM! Uncle Mike comforts Move Along! Mikey after a sudden and scary reminder of some of his past trauma. Sometimes a turtle needs a little extra self-love from an older wisened alternate version of himself.
I have been chomping at the bit waiting for this particular interaction for months AND IT FINALLY HAPPENED OF COURSE IM GOING TO DRAW IT LIKE THE RABID LITTLE ARTIST I AM!
HEM! Uncle Mike: @languajix
Move Along! Mikey: @justalittleobsessed
Go follow both of them and check out their work right now you cowards!
The @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion is coming to an end, and it's time for Mikey and Mike to say goodbye... which will not be hard at all, they assure you.
Ft. @justalittleobsessed's Mikey from Cabin 15 and @languajix's Mike from Cabin 14
As the last full day of the TMNT Family Reunion slips solemnly over to the last night, Mikey is wide awake, thinking of all the people he’s been missing from back home while he’s been here, and all the people he’s going to miss from here when he finally does get back home, and how topsy-turvy it all feels, when the window beside him rattles just the tiniest bit, like a fingernail gently tapping on it, trying to get his attention without making it obvious to the rest of the cabin.
Mike.
From the shadowy realm beyond the glass, Mike shoots him a lopsided grin, turning just a little to show off a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He flips the top and pulls out a spray can, wiggling his brows.
‘One last prank?’ He mouths, shaking the can demonstratively.
Mikey grins.
—
“A little to the left!” Mikey demands, and Mike shifts a little to the left.
“No, my left!”
“Mikey, I love you, bro, but we’re facing the same direction, my left is your left,” Mike says. He moves right, in any case. On his shoulders, Mikey finishes the last curve with a flourish and a hiss of compressed air.
Mikey shifts the can to his opposite hand, pressing his other hand against the top of his twin’s head for leverage as he swings his foot around and slides to the ground.
Both turtles stare at their final prank. Their final work together. Their masterpiece. Mikey holds the orange spray paint can loosely in his fingers, looking at their tag. "So. That...This is it." Mike shifts next to him, also staring at their tag.
"Yep." Mikey agrees, definitely not looking anywhere else. Definitely not looking at his twin, standing next to him, who will be leaving soon.
Mike straightens, shifting uncomfortably. "I won't cry if you don't cry."
"You think I'm gonna cry?” Mikey snorts, gripping the can of spray paint a little tighter. “No way."
His older twin finally looks at him, and Mikey looks back, trying to get his face stoic. Serious. No crying, Mikey. "Fun... fun last prank to have together, huh?" Mike tries for a smile, but it comes out a little wobbly.
"...yeah.” He agrees, refusing to notice how his smile matches the other turtle’s. “We'll always be remembered here now. Because we're leaving. Because camp is ending."
"Um. Right. Yeah. 'Cause camp is ending."
They both fall into an uneasy silence. And… Mikey’s eyes aren’t watering, okay? They’re not. There’s just something in the air. Mikey blinks rapidly, trying to clear the obvious dust in his eye (because what else could it be?). Mike must be getting some in his eyes too, because he starts blinking like Mikey, rubbing at his eyes to try and get it out.
Mikey tries the same, slightly upset when it doesn’t work. It’s obviously dust. Mikey won’t… he’s not gonna cry. Mike isn’t gonna cry.
Him and his twin are strong.
“Um.” Mikey rubs at his eyes again, looking back at the can of spray paint in his hand. “Do you– um. Prank tips?”
Mike looks up at the ceiling of the gigantic cave, maybe trying a different strategy for getting the dust out of his eyes. “Yeah sure. Prank tips sound good.” He pretends not to notice the way Mike chokes on his words a little.
“Always um. Always have caches of prank gear hid– hidden around. So… so you’re always prepared.”
The older turtle nods jerkily, movement slightly uncoordinated. “You can. You can always switch the… the salt and sugar con– containers as long as– you remember that. That you switched… switched them when you– when you cook.”
Mikey nods jerkily back. The dust is really bad over here. “If you do a glitter prank. Just um. Make sure you don’t leave any– any evidence that the glitter is… is there. Like the– like a ceiling fan or something.”
His twin hums. “And… and just,” Mike sniffs, “Just remember that- that when you… when you water balloon someone, to- to-” he wipes at his eyes, and his voice gets a little rough and watery. “-fill it up slowly so you can get more water in- in the balloon, okay? The s-slower you go…”
“Mhm, mhm,” Mikey nods, blinking hard. “And- and, hey, h-have you tried the tape-a-harmonica-to-the-bottom-of-the-t-turtle-tank trick?” His voice gets shakier and quieter the further he goes on, no matter how hard he struggles to keep it steady. “I used some special tape, D-Donnie needed a crowbar to get it off, I can, can show-”
Oh yeah.
He can’t show Mike the place he got it from, can he?
They’re gonna be in different worlds.
His bottom lip wobbles.
Mike sees it and pales, but valiantly continues on. “When, when you pull it off. Whatever it is. And they’re looking at you. If- if you curl your toes, or bite your tongue, okay, it helps you k-keep a s-s-straight face…”
Mikey glances down. Mike is curling his toes.
Mikey curls his toes too. Just for practice for future pranks and nothing else. It’s just for practice, that’s why he’s curling his toes and trying to keep a straight face. The only reason.
He looks at Mike again. Mike looks back at him. His lip wobbles dangerously. Mike’s appears to do the same. He looks at Mike again. Takes in his twin. Takes in his twin-in-law. This is it. This is totally it.
His resolve breaks. “I can’t do it!” He cries, throwing his hands up in the air. “I tried being strong but I can’t! It’s too hard!”
That seems to make Mike break too, who starts crying just as much as Mikey. “I can’t believe this is it!” Mike sobs harder. Mikey follows.
“Do… do you want a hug?” Mike nods. Mikey nods back.
He drops the spray paint can at his feet and crosses the last few feet between them, enveloping his twin in a big hug.
They sob even harder, then, big wails from the bottom of their lungs. Caterwauling that carries over the darkened campground.
Mikey squeezes Mike one more time, and he squeezes back. They pull away, sniffling loudly in sync and wiping their eyes with the back of their arms. Their masks are so damp, oh man, Mikey is gonna have to wash his later.
“Guess this is it,” Mike says, quietly. Again.
Mikey nods.
He holds out his hand in an offer for a shaky fistbump. “It’s been an honor, twinnie.”
“Same, twinnie,” Mike grins back, and if it looks more like a grimace, Mikey knows what he means. Their cats got married; they’re family now. That kind of bond will never fade.
When they each split to go back to their own cabins, sending each other sad, regretful looks backwards the entire way, they leave behind the tag, scrawled across the mess hall front wall in a fluorescent, eye-searing, glow-in-the-dark, permanent orange.
HEM Mike, Spirit, & ICE (3 AUs from Cabin 14) knock on your door. Mike: a 2k3 Michelangelo in his late 20s, Spirit: a ghost Rise Leonardo looking 3 years old, ICE: a teenage Rise Donatello with one arm. "My cabin made sparklers for the science fair, and we kinda maybe sorta went overboard," Mike admits cheerily. "Would you guys want a few? Just light 'em outside and away from flammables and whatever. Or don't. We're not the boss of you!" He holds out a bag: what color sparklers would you like?
Leo hummed as he let his kids look over the options since they were curious. Hed automatically grabbed a blue one once hed realized they wanted to try them. He was going to show them how to use a sparkler before letting them try...with his supervision. Gali and Mar were 5 and 3...for the most part? Eventually Gali picking a blue that was darker than Leos and Mar picking an indigo color.
Jix likes seeing the turtles in clothes.
I love seeing Mike being the world's best uncle.
He deserved to have a fun camping outfit for the comp!!
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