So been thinking of TMNT and how they work through daily survival.
I live in the western part of the US so I was digging through New York culture
This is a bit of hear me out from my research for this head canon
We know they do supply runs, whether they just steal food or leave money behind. They live in Manhattan so very urban resources. However, they go all over New York City which would include things like Long Island, Queens, Staten Island, Jamaica Bay, and coastal Brooklyn. They are reptiles whether red earred sliders, generic turtles, or different species.
I think all four of them would 100% know how to get clams, blue crabs, and mussels. Heck even just basic fishing.
Then you can dig deeper into it where they could forage wild mushrooms, edible greens, berries, cat tails, wild onions, etc all while still in New York City.
I don’t think they do it a lot because it takes time and they still have to be careful to not get caught. But honestly it feels like something that would fit in.
Then you could add ideas of Leonardo having knowledge of New York medicinal plants, and taking forging days.
It is very common where I live that lower income and homeless fish out of our canals and then people of all economic backgrounds fish out of stocked city ponds, so I feel like these kind of aspects weave in well with their life style and needs.
It couldn’t be year round because some times of the year are too cold, but during warmer months supplementing their supplies this way works for me.
I would love to hear your thoughts and feed back on these thoughts!
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Calm After the Storm
a/n: hey anon! sorry this took me so INCREDIBLY long... I was having so much trouble figuring out how I wanted to end this.... but I DID IT!!! YAY!!!
warnings: none really? mild angst/hurt i guess?
this work has been cross-posted to Ao3
You shielded yourself from the rain that poured out of the sky with your jacket, barely holding back unshed tears as you trekked through the wet concrete jungle. You'd just had probably one of the worst days of your life.
Every little thing that could've gone wrong did, and on top of that you were exhausted and achey. You decided, right as a car drove by and splashed water all over you, that you were done living in a cliche tragedy movie. You needed a distraction.
You entered the lair. It always smelt pretty bad in here, but the people occupying the space made the stench worth dealing with.
You climbed up and down stairs, finding your way to Raph's room and knocking on the door. You stared at the stop sign pasted to the door. After a moment you heard a sigh, and a call from inside. “Come in…”
You pushed open the door, eyes downcast before you lifted them up to look around. Raph was setting down a dumbbell on the floor of his room, glancing back at you and looking you up and down. “Wow… You look terrible.”
“Yeah, thanks.” You sighed, the tone of your voice less playful than you meant it to be. You almost missed the shift in his expression.
You shrugged off your soaked jacket and slipped off your shoes, before walking over to his bed and flopping down onto it. He stood there staring at you for a moment, as if unsure what to do with himself, before stepping closer and hesitantly sitting down on the edge of his bed, facing away from you slightly.
“...What's got you like a wet blanket?” He asked.
“Rough day.”
“Oh.”
It was quiet again. You didn't really think anything of it, but to Raph it was maddening.
“So… Uh…” He started, patting his thighs restlessly, “...You wanna punch somethin’...?”
You turned your head to look up at him, a confused and questioning look on your face. “What…?”
“I dunno. Usually helps me when I’m havin’ a rough day.”
You stared at him silently for a moment. “...No… I just…” your voice cracked. You sucked in some air, burying your face back into the covers of his bed, ignoring how doing so made it hard to breathe. “I just… I-I need a hug.”
He stared at you again. The way your voice trembled with the effort it took to keep yourself from breaking down made something twist in his chest. God, he was terrible with this kind of thing. He didn’t know what to say. “Uhm… Alright.” He shifted, facing more towards you and patting your shoulder, a bit nervously—unsure. “C’mere…”
You looked back up at him, his figure blurry through the tears that found their way into your eyes. You sat up, scooting over to him and collapsing against him. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling his arms carefully wrap around you, and allowed yourself to finally cry. He stroked your back as you sobbed, his movements a bit sloppy and uncoordinated, but you couldn’t care less.
He awkwardly carded his fingers through your hair (If you have any. Y’know.), blankly staring at the wall. He was so bad at this. So incredibly, embarrassingly, miraculously bad at this.
He was… okay at comfort. Okay in the ‘hit you over the head and tell you to get over yourself’ way. But this was different. He had to be… gentler. It was weird, made him feel weird. So weird.
He’d practiced! He’d practiced being softer. Gentler. Just for you. It was weird and out of his element, but he tried to treat it as if he was taking care of Spike. It was just like that, wasn’t it? It was easy to be gentle with Spike, so surely it would be easy to be gentle with other people when they needed it, too… right?
Of course not. Of course it was nothing like that. People were so much different, and it was so, so hard to be gentle with them sometimes. And by sometimes I mean a lot of the time. But anyways, he was tough. He could manage. He could totally manage. Totally.
He wasn’t at all having any doubts or worries whatsoever right now. Not a single one. Not one about if he was doing this whole comfort thing right, not one about if you deserved better, not one about if you were with anyone else right now, they could probably do a much better job than he was doing. Nope. He was tough. He didn’t worry. Ever.
…If he wore pants, they’d be so on fire right now.
He stayed like that, holding you in silence, zoning out as he got lost in his own thoughts. He didn’t even notice you had started crying until he felt your body tremble with the force of one of your sobs. He froze, looking down at you, unsure of what to do. He decided to just keep petting your head, figuring it was the only thing he could really do, here.
If he knew just what exactly had made you so upset, he may have been able to actually give you some advice, or words of reassurance. But he didn't know a damn thing about what caused you to be so teary today. Would you even want him to say anything? Should he… ask…? (Yes, ask, you idiot!)
He looked back down at you. You'd calmed down a little, now just quietly tearing up against his plastron. He cleared his throat.
“So… uhm… you wanna tell me what, uh, happened…?”
You sniffled, burying your face further against him. The feeling and sight of it made his heart flutter a little.
“I… I don't know, I just,” another sniffle, “It seems like… every little thing has been going wrong today…”
His brow ridges pinched together in worry. “Really…? Like what?”
“Well… I mean… this morning I missed the bus, so- I had to… walk to school… and so that made me late… and I was unprepared for a quiz in one of my classes… I-I tripped over myself during lunch and spilt my food everywhere… and after school it started raining so my clothes and backpack got all soaked- and I think some of my homework is ruined now… and I have this book report due and—”
He cut off your getting-increasingly-more-distressed rambling, patting you on the head.
“Hey… hey, calm down, yeah? You're stressin' yourself out even more.”
You sniffled, yet again, taking a deep breath. “S-sorry… I'm just… exhausted…
He hummed thoughtfully, “...you wanna take a nap?” he asked.
You nodded, leaning a little more of your weight against him. “Yeah, that… I think I need that…”
“Alright.” He nodded, scooping you up and laying back on his bed.
You shifted, making yourself comfortable against him. You let out a sigh, your cheek pressing up against his plastron.
“Thanks, Raph…” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed yourself to drift off, the exhaustion of the entire day finally fully catching up with you.
“...Anytime…” he whispered back, unusually soft. Unusual… but nice.
The last thing you felt before falling into unconsciousness was the soft brush of a beak on the top of your head, and gentle strokes of a three fingered hand on your back.
TMNT question for anyone who thinks too much about the 2012 show.
But do you ever think about the moments in the show and certain episodes that could have been reworked a bit or done differently?
Like Slash remaining an antagonist for a bit longer after his debut? Or Karai actually sticking with the Hamato clan once she's gotten rid of the brain worm? Or Alopex being used earlier and a lot more frequently? (Maybe have her join the Mutanimals or just hang around, credits to Fabtrash for that last idea I can't tag her, I'm too shy 😖)
Right now, I'm thinking too much about Bishop and the EPF being used better for the Season 3 finale as a foreshadowing or the entire season as a whole but good grief, they are such nothing characters and their concepts were pretty cool.
Just what was the point if they weren't used to their full potential? I forgot about the EPF even existing multiple times. They sucked.
IT'S FINALLY DONE!! What was supposed to be a simple little 2000 word writing sprint, turned into almost 18,000 words and I still have no idea how. I have massive ADHD and by the end I feel like I had poured a lot of myself into the character of the reader.
Huge thanks to this writing community and how you always encourage and challenge the writers within to keep going. I truly appreciate your thoughts, advice, and critiques.
I give you Oblivious and my love for none other than the leader in Blue.
Donatello gave a small yawn stretching his arms, slowly standing from the desk chair that sat next to his desk in his lab.
With a flinched at the pain coming from his arm, Donnie had forgotten that He was just slowly healing from, it was almost completely healed but still very sensitive.
His stomach growling maybe a snack break would be a good idea.
Donatello slowly walked out of his lab, it was pretty late at this point half the household should be asleep by now. With just thinking that He took notice of Michaelangelo on the Couch sleeping as a comic was opened flat on his face. Snoring peacefully and comfortably.
Walking more towards the kitchen, He stopped the sound of small crying could be heard from inside.
Slowly Don looked in, to his surprise it was Raphael him blinked it's been a long time seeing Raph cry it was kinda surreal- wait what mattered is Raph could use some comfort!
Walking into the room, clearing his throat with made Raph jump a little.
"Raph..are you okay?" Donnie asked, voice heavy with worry.
Not facing his brother, he just hunched his shoulders. "I'm fine I just- I want to be alone," He mumbled. Though Donnie wasn't just going to walk away.
Instead and walked In and went to his side to look at his face which was puffy and red with his mask stained with tears.
"You're not okay You're crying," He pointed out Raphael huffed looking away.
"Mikey was probably cutting strong onions or something in here," Raph tried to make a excuse.
Donnie was about to speak again, but then noticed the Plate sitting on the table some lettuce piled up on it.
Donnie gave a small sigh.
Oh right Spike was the only one Raph would really open up to
He thought yikes.. it was almost the same not realizing the big empty feeling Raph was feeling since Spike was gone.
Donnie was gently placed a hand on Raph's shoulder, "Raph.. I'm sure He's missing you too," Don spoke, He didn't really know what to say with what happened.
Raph slowly looked back towards Donatello.
"I just.. don't know what to do ..I got his food ready just to realize He isn't here anymore..I also feel Like I shouldn't be missing him Spike- Slash hurt you and Mikey really badly!" Raph just spoke it all out.
A little surprised but Donnie was glad to see Raph open up.
"Yeah.. well you took care for him for years and he would listen when you needed to talk things out," Donnie said, as He went over to the counter grabbing a packet of tissues and handing them to Raphael. As He opened the packet and quickly wiping away tears a bit embarrassed about that still.
"... I guess you're right Thanks you for letting me talk it out," Raph spoke, feeling a little better.
Donnie gave a small smile and nod, "You're Welcome-"
"And this is not ever leave this room and I mea-"
"You mean the crying? Don't worry I won't say anything," Donnie promised.
Raphael gave a small smile, "Thanks Donnie,"
"You're Welcome Raph"
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Wahh- honestly I had the idea of one of Raph's brothers comforting him after what happened with Spike/Slash?? Like- He lost his friend/probably brother figure who He would open up to! Anyway I hope you like this and hopefully Raph and Donnie are too ooc
so you know how season 5 is mid af and should not exist?? like they had no ideas at all- and the mutant apocalypse au pisses me off bc tf you mean they can grow hair? tf you mean they look like that- ATHEY DID LEO DIRTY-
MEENWHILE, WE COULD HAVE HAD BETTER THINGS, MAYBE NOT LORE STRUCTURED BUT FAN SERVICE-Y (and ik the main demographic was yung boys but idc)
Musical episode
i would have loved to see an episode where they all sing, ik the songs would be mid if they hired the wrong ppl, but come on- HAVE YOU HEARD ROBB'S VOCALS?? they should have pulled a musical in swellview thing on gawd- like it could have been one of baxters failed voice changers or enhancers, so they gotta find it and deeactivate it-
HUMAN TURTLES
... ok this would have caused controvercy BUT COME ON- we only got that once canonicaly and i refuse to think abt those shorts-
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS DIIISSS- THEY DID DONN ESSPECIALY DIRTY- LIKE-
in the 2012 version, they could have used splinters features when he was human and just soften them, maybe even skintone dyversity, and i know it would cause hate and stuff, but come onn, dont you agree?... i gotta design some of my own one of these days-
Fully filler ep
not just a pointless adventure that dont do shit to the lore like with usagi or sum- im talking like- we get to see what the turtles' day to day life is like, what they do when they arent on missions, how they coped, greived and lived after the canon was over and they had nothing to do- we kinda had that in the beebop and rocksteady special- but it was short lived-
so yuh, thats a few things they could have done- i would have personaly made that... wish i coule just make it myself-... any way, if you have any ideas, repost this and say what you think lol-
