I DREW THAT ONE MEME IN THE TOTTMNT STYLE !! 😋 (alt version in the undercut)
This one is purely based on headcanons!! I feel like Mikey will be a Fresh Prince fan— Like cmon, a 90’s sitcom about a teenager who is impulsive and digs his own grave every episode? How can Mikey not like that?? Also, Leo would fw Mugman !! They are both blue, both anxious, both the older sibling of a brother in red who messes up everything— Leo IS Mugman.
I will do a Donnie and Raph one if I feel like it 😼
I wanna get back into writing Mutant Mayhem fics !! The only thing up on my Ao3 is a crack fic, but I do have drafts of some semi serious ones I started WAY WAY back (the middle of last year!!)
I can’t pick which one to complete, so please skim through all of my rough WIP draft and chose 😼
TW: very bad writing 💔 POLL IS AT THE VERY BOTTOM BTW !!
Option 1: REGENTS WEEK
(I made a banner for this one :D)
First day at Eastman High, and OH BOY, the turtles love it!
They practically skipped around the halls during passing period, talking to anyone approaching them. Sure, Leo and Donnie were rather awkward, but they found their people by the fifth period.
In the fifth period, Mikey walked into his class and was greeted with a surprise.
* * *
“Goooood afternoon!”
Michelangelo beamed, walking into the classroom with a pep in his step. Everyone looked up at him, his bright orange button-up and dark green skin standing out amongst the students.
The old lady who was his teacher smiled back, standing up from her desk to formally greet her new student.
“Good afternoon. My name is [insert witty TMNT reference], and I will be your Geometry teacher for the rest of the year.”
She extended her hand, waiting for him to shake it. A puzzled look spread across her wrinkled face when Mikey dabbed her up instead, but she looked past it.
“You must be one of the lovely turtles who saved New York.”
“Thank you, Miss! Y’know me, the charismatic turtle savior who rocks orange.”
A wide, braced grin lit up his face. It was heartwarming when people referred to him and his brothers as ‘the turtles who saved New York’. Mutants were actually accepted, they were seen as heroes- As equals!
That's a major improvement from where they were just a few weeks ago.
“That’s great,” Ms. (teacher name) laughed, fixing her glasses as she bent down behind the desk.
The metal drawer flung open with a SWOOSH.
Her aged hands trembled as she carried a heavy navy blue book to the wooden desktop. It thudded heavily on landing, causing the supplies on the desk to shake.
“Dang,”
Michaelalngo muttered under his breath, eyes now wide. The smile on his face faded within an instant.
“You need this for class and up until the Regents.”
His teacher said, wiping the dust off her hands.
“Until da what now?”
“‘Da’ Regents? Do you know what that is?”
“… Would I get extra credit if I say yes?”
She sighed, opening the textbook and flipping to the Regents prep section. Her finger pointed at the section overview, the page that showed everything in the curriculum, and a reference sheet filled with equations. A lot of equations.
Did he have to memorize all that?
“The Regents. A standardized exam provided by the state.”
“That… isn’t so bad! I only take one for Geo, right?”
Mikey innocently asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Unfortunately, no. You have to take multiple. One for your science class, an English one, and a global one.”
Ms. [teacher name] saw him frown and gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder.
“Don't worry, Michaelangelo! I have faith that all my students will pass!”
“Yeah..!” He hesitantly agreed, nodding his head slowly as he processed this new piece of information.
No cheesy chick-flick ever warned him about tests!
“Uh,” Mikey spoke up as the teacher sat down in her spin chair. The clicks from the desktop mouse were audible as she booted up the lesson.
“What happens if I don't pass this whole Regents thing?”
“You will need to retake the exam in August. If you do not pass that exam, you must continue retaking it until you succeed. The school will provide an extra class to help you during the next school year. Passing these exams is mandatory for graduation.”
“Wow, that's…”
He trailed off, looking down at the textbook. The letters, the numbers, it all started to jumble together.
“I'm just gonna take this and go sit down,”
With a slam, he shut the heavy textbook closed. His sneakers squeaked against the waxed wooden floors as he scooted his way between rows of desks, carrying himself and the book to an empty seat.
He let out a deep sigh, disappointed, and sat down.
There's no way he could finesse this.
* * *
“Okay, okay, okay- Guys!”
Donatello started to speak, recording him, his brothers, and April as they walked out of school.
“First day of school just ended, how we feeling?”
Option 2: She thinks he's pulling up gang signs (Just my bro stimming)
This one is about the turtles all stimming 💥
shown thru screenshots bc it’s short !!
Option 3: Are we allowed to miss you?
Mondo Gecko skated into the sewer tunnels at full speed, murky green water splashing behind the skateboard wheels. The reusable grocery bags, filled with snacks, swayed with every push.
With laughter bouncing off the steel walls, he neared the lair’s entrance. To add some flair to his entrance, Mondo did a flip on his skateboard before stopping, tossing the groceries on the makeshift kitchen table with ease.
Bebop and Rocksteady, who were watching WWE on the couch, now faced the gecko’s direction.
“Dudez! You wouldn't believe what happened at the market today,”
Per usual, Mondo spoke in that weird ‘Z’, high on something, surfer voice.
“What?”
Bebop asked as Rocksteady paused the janked-up television, full focus on their brother.
“The cutest human kid I've ever met complimented my glow sticks at the supermarket— And then, he asked me if my mom and dad were geckos!”
He explained while sorting the groceries, putting ice cream and hot pockets in the freezer, while the family-sized Cool Ranch Doritos were stored in the cabinet.
“Izn’t that adorable, him using his teeny-weeny, baby brain to cook up some logic?”
“More like stupid,” Bebop snorted.
“Good one,” Rocksteady high-fived him and laughed.
Mondo rolled his eyes with a derpy smile. He dusted his hands while walking to the couch, rolling over the back cushions, and landing between the two mutants.
“Well, whateva the kid is, it’s got me thinking,” Mondo Gecko rubbed his chin and looked up thoughtfully.
“Our ‘father figure’ was Baxter. Stockman, dude, was a human dude, dude!”
“Well, ‘dude’, Dad died before he could raise us,” Rocksteady said as he sank into the couch more comfortably.
“Only one there for us was… well..”
He trailed off, eyes widening at his own words. It felt wrong to complete the sentence.
“Superfly.”
Just the mention of his name created tension.
About a month has passed since the turtles defeated ‘Super-Duper-Fly’, and when everyone cheered and celebrated the villain’s death, the Mutanimals couldn't help but feel off.
Superfly technically died.
Their older brother was technically dead.
Nobody knew what to say next.
“He…” Bebop started, straightening his hot-pink glasses. The pig dryly coughed into his fist before continuing.
“He was messed up, huh?” Rocksteasy nodded, mumbling in agreement.
“Wanting to destroy humans and all that-”
“Well,” Mondo suddenly cut in, fidgeting with his colorful, beaded bracelets.
“I don’t think he was all that bad.”
Bebop and Rocksteady’s faces scrunched up,
“No way! Superfly sucked.”
“He ran an underground prymaid scheme that involved killing humans after they did his dirty work!
They said simultaneously, sounding confused and a bit agitated. Mondo wasn’t trying to say that Superfly was a good guy, was he?
“I know, but we helped him with the whole ‘destroy all humans’ plan, dude!”
Arguments were common among the Mutanimals, mostly when you're talking to Bebop and Rocksteady, but they were never to this extent.
“Superfly made us help him, he manipulated us or something psychological like that. Face it, bro. He probably would've killed us if we didn't go along with his plan.”
“You don't know that, Maybe he was just scared-”
“Scared? Superfly? Mondo, what are you even saying—”
“What’s with all the commotion,”
An Australian-accented voice interrupted.
Leatherhead, along with Wingnut, walked in from the kitchen.
“Mondo is trying to defend Superfly!”
Bebop stood up in frustration, crossing his arms over his chest. Rocksteady did the same, leaving Mondo alone sitting on the couch.
“Crickey,” was all the alligator said.
“How so?”
Wingnut asked, tilting her head to the side as her wings flapped in the air.
“I wasn't defending him, dudez! I was just- Y'know- trying to see things from his perspective.”
Sooo, which one should I finish?
Option 1: Regents Week
Option 2: She thinks he's pulling up gang signs (Just my bro stimming)
begging on my hands and knees for u to do one of those stickers with 2012 leo. or tales leo if u want idc js a leo…pretty please with a cherry on top…🥹
