And to those who have a problem with me making Raph straight —>
I know that there are a lot of Trans Raph headcannons, and those are very valid and cute and i love them :]
But I like to give my headcannons some sort of canonical explanation. So like, with Leo, its pretty obvious, its a popular headcannon. I feel like Donnie would be grossed out by the devils-tango in a general since… you know.. slimy sticky stuff… And with Mikey, he always seemed like a turtle who just loves no matter who or what you are, not really caring about gender at all.
And Ive always seen Raph as the protective family-type older brother, so being an ally and supportive of his family seems most realistic to me.
The reason I say all this is because I know that people can feel threatened and defensive of their headcannons. So to all those that are asking “Why are you making Raph straight and not trans?” I say… because i want too. Because i feel like it. Maybe ill feel different later, but idk, thats how i feel now.
They are fictional comfort characters that mean a lot to people, and at the end of the day, we’re all just trying to cope with our declining mental health. So if making Raph trans makes you happy, do it. But making Raph a straight ally makes me happy. So lets all like each others art in peace :]
I like to keep it chill on Tumblr. This is probs the most serious ill be on here. Anyway, imma go draw some NSFW-
Winter was…. certainly a time of the year to get used to for Casey Jones Jr. For one thing, it was cold. A particularly icy bite that he’d only felt from the freezers that the Resistance had used to keep meat and other necessities lasting longer.
He hadn’t realized that the planet he lived on could create a similar environment on its own.
Casey sniffled when he felt the gross globbiness of snot try to leave his nose. His face scrunched and he rubbed the offending appendage with a particular vengeance.
He was currently peeking out of a sewer crate at the incredibly white surface. He had seen conditions like this before, back in his time. Though he’d been assured that the sight did not, in fact, mean there was a Kraang radiation power plant somewhere nearby.
The veteran had been vehemently told he was not to make a reconnaissance run in search of said plant, “just in case”.
Alternatively, he had gotten to know just how cold snow was by being thrown face first into it by a particularly vindictive softshell. Then pelted by a barrage of more snow in the form of balls by a laughing red eared slider. Then wrestled into submission by a jubilant boxshell when he attempted to continue in his mission.
Casey had only just managed to get away and securely hid himself in a nearby manhole. Making his way over to the grate that he could peer through.
He could hear their calls for him echo far enough away that he didn’t feel caught but close enough that he could get to them quickly if they found themselves surprised by any possible enemy combatants.
The fact that they were calling it “fun” to play in radiated alien residue really irked him. Though, a point in their favor that maybe it really was harmless, was that he hadn’t yet felt the familiar burning from where his skin had made contact with the stuff.
A second point was there was an unusual amount of the stuff just coating… everything. The buildings, the sidewalks, the cars, and literally everything else he could see.
…He didn’t like it.
All of it screamed wrong and weird and danger to him. He huddled further into the heated poncho that Donnie had given to him. Brows scrunching together as he nosed his face further into the warm clothing.
“Casey?” Came a yell notably closer than before. It made the soldier stifle a yelp and back away from the light of the grate. He knew it was Ralph by the specific drawl his voice had. “Come on, Junior, please come out. We’re sorry for shoving you into the snow! We didn’t realize how much it was scaring you.”
Green feet came to a stop in front of the bars. Instinctually, Casey took in his breaths deeper and quieter. Sliding out of view beside the metal and crouching against the wall.
There was a sigh and a thump from above. A slow peek showed Casey that the snapper had taken a seat just beside his hiding place. A prickle of unease poking into his gut told Casey that the turtle had figured out where he was and was planning on springing a trap.
It took ten minutes for him to decide he was being paranoid and prepared to make his leave back to the Lair.
“Little buddy… I know you’re down there.” Raph’s admission made him freeze. “Now, I’m not gonna force ya’, but I would really appreciate it if you gave this snow day a chance. It— it would really mean a lot to our bros. And to me.”
Casey scooted just a little closer to the opening. His teeth worrying his bottom lip.
“Now, I know it’s been hard on ya since you’ve come to be in our lives. You are literally born to be in a completely different reality that I couldn’t even begin to imagine. Or even really want to imagine.” Ralph leaned down where his carapace pressed a bit uncomfortably against his legs. So that he could meet the eyes of his most flighty sibling. “But we really wanna show you our way of life so that, hopefully, you could maybe learn to like it too.”
The soldier looked away. He didn’t realize that any of them had noticed his… misgivings with the past that was now his present. There was so much that he was thankful for. Like a seemingly unlimited amount of food, clothes, and a truly safe place that he can sleep. Or so it has been so far. He couldn’t ever get rid of the frantic thoughts that would occasionally scream at him that they’d been stagnant for too long. That it was time to find a new spot to make a base.
There was also a part of him that had so far continued to feel a bit cheated and guilty that his family didn’t get to come with him to this land where you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for even a speck of air you dared to breath. Technically speaking he had his family here, and then some. It wasn’t the same and he felt so selfish for even thinking like that.
“Are ya ready to come out now?” Raph asked, shoving Casey out of his spiraling thoughts.
The veteran nodded and made his way back up above. As usual he had that first initial uncomfortable feeling of being far too out in the open. Practice allowed him to shove that feeling aside and he strode over to the snapper.
“Hey, buddy.” The snapper cooed. “Will you be okay for another few hours?”
“Yeah…” Casey nodded. His breath puffed out of his mouth in a mist of white. It startled him now about as much as it did the first time. He pushed away his unease and gave Raph a small smile of his own. “I’m sorry for running off.”
Raph just smiled at him in a way that made his cheeks burn. Then turtle slid an arm around his shoulders and led him back to Central Park “C’mon, I’m gonna teach you the ancient art of creating a snowman.”
