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*picks up Mikey*
“Uh....” Mikey looks down at the floor and then back up at his tallest sibling. “So...why are you picking me up?”
Consider this an official invitation to pick up my muse
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OOc: Okay so last night I had a dream where I was Mikey and Don was with me. We were in my old childhood neighbor hood on the street hanging out. Suddenly we were overwhelmed by zombies (Ihve been playing a zombie game lately) we fought them off for a long time but their sheer numbers overwhelmed us. Mkey was further down the street and the zombies just started eating us. It got to the point where the zombies were like taking out huge chunks of flesh and the situation was dire where you give in to death. Then a car drove by and the zombies got distracted and the hoard began to chase after the car leaving us alone. I could barely move but I crawled over to Don and curled up next to him. I (Mikey) said “I want to die.) Don agreed and said we would die together. We laid their curled in on each other for some time, I could only see the sky over the lump that was my brother (don.) And then after a long time of laying there and not dying, I spoke up, “I don’t want to die anymore, I want to live.” and Don was like “yeah” So despite our injuries we crawled our way back to my old childhood home and did our best to board up the house in case another swarm of zombies came through. There was more to the dream that was weird as shit but I won’t ramble. 0___0 I woke up like WTF is my brain on.
anyone up for RPing?
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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
can we appreciate how smol mikey is
seriously look at him
everyone is a giant compared to him
omg JUST LOOK AT HIM COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSE
SO PRECIOUS
Meh..I’m feeling kind of down.
Even us happy go lucky guys have down days. I’m too meh to even bother one of my brothers.
Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.
“Where are we!?”
Okay, no time for questions. At the moment, their top priority was to just get away, knowing their location would simply have to come later. Baxter had been determined to extract as much Mutagen from the two of them as was possible, while letting them live on the bare minimum of blood to keep using them to farm the substance.
“No matter…come on, Mikey! We gotta book it out before he finds us.
Baxter would pay for this, and that was a promise Don meant to keep. He was older, had been through countless beatings while on missions, but Mikey? He was still weak from the last time his blood was drawn, still looking pale, and, most importantly, still not in condition to fight back.
"Oh, dammit…Mikey. Mike. Come on, put your arm around my shoulder, I’ll help you. Come on, buddy…
Mikey felt woozy. Concentrating on anything other than keeping his eyes open was a chore. So when they closed and a second time Donatello’s voice interrupted the peaceful drift to sleep his body was craving the turtle grumbled out an unintelligible response. Muscles hurt, ached from hanging in an iron embrace for too long, gingerly he went to move his wrist and to his surprise realized he was no longer bound. That fact alone was enough to peel his tired eyes open and survey just what was going on. Don’s big green nose was in front of him, his vision was shaking and the turtle in orange realized it was because his brother was prompting him to stir. Confused and disoriented he looked around their familiar confinement and with surprise looked back to his brother for any sort of explanation. Subconsciously he was already obeying his tech savy siblings commands. A lethargic arm lifted and dropped limply across his shoulders. “H-how did you?” Mikey inquired, no need to finish his sentence as Don would surely understand. He was too tired too, and his tongue felt dry and swollen.
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“So, what are your resolutions again? Try to keep it real this time, are you?”
“My resolution is to be the most awesomest turtle to ever live in New York,” Mikey waggled his eyebrows at his brother, “I’m already there, so I guess I completed my mission.”
reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
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Headcanon
Michelangelo was severely underfed during his days as a pet shop turtle. This is why he turned out the runt of the four after their mutation, and has a continuous obsession and lack of discretion when it comes to food.