The TURTLINIS [Turtle-ee-nees] [It came to me in a dream lmaoo]

THIS BLOG IS ON A PERMANENT HIATUS.

[turtllinis]

What do you think the turtles and April would do if you told each one about a guy at college/work, that got in your personal space a lot and got nasty with you and scarily over protective, resulting in you not want to go anymore? I'm dealing with this right now and I just need to know what my babes would do, so I'm sorry about how specific it is! If you've got too much to do feel free to ignore this 💝💝

Sorry for not doing this way earlier, I apologize!

RAPHAEL

‘Breaking News: man found in alley with two broken legs, a fractured femur, and a shattered hip bone.’

Needless to say, Raph makes sure his baby doesn’t ever have to see the face of that punk-faced creep anymore.

MICHELANGELO

“Look, she tried to be nice, tried to tell you to back off,” Mikey pokes one hand into his chest. “But ya didn’t listen. So I’m here for the follow-up!”

A few screams here, a few snaps there, and little bit of crunching, and Mikey’s done his job.

LEONARDO

Leo’s not one to lose his temper. But when it comes to you, listening to you sob about this stranger who keeps harassing you lights his veins in cold fire.

The man is walking home, angrily texting you when a shadow landed behind him. “Y’know, I’m pretty sure when a lady says no,” Leo steps out of the shadows and picks the screaming man up by the collar. “She means no.”

The man was later found with a broken wrist, and a shattered phone.

DONATELLO

GET HACKED BITCH. He does everything in his technological power to ruin this man’s life. He puts up porn on his monitor when his boss walks by, sends ominous messages to his coworkers from his email, even hacks his phone and plays loud, obnoxious songs on full blast.

Once he’s done with him, the man will be begging your forgiveness.

APRIL

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And April O’ Neil is one hell of a woman. Stalking into your office building shaking with rage, April sniffs out your over bearing coworker like a bloodhound. Once she finds him; she rips him a few new ones.

“You may be a lowly no-life scumbag, but trust me. A journalist like me can do a lot to ruin what little life you have right now. Stay. Away. From Y/N.”

[slyandthefamilybook]

when someone says “now that he’s a girl” about a trans girl

[gaylor-moon]

jfc I love this trend of positive affirmations

[flockofdoves]

As someone who made one of the lesbian flag proposals that kickstarted the current trend I feel like its my responsibility to make some order out of this all lol so here’s a poll! Please only fill it out if you are a lesbian yourself, but anyone is free to spread this around, thank you!

[imsureitsaltru]

@fuckyeahasexual @wedontcareaboutyourbinary @transgalaxies@aphobephobe Would you all mind spreading this post around aspec and inclusionist circles? I’d really like to make sure ace, aro, and inclusionist lesbians have their voices heard, especially since some of the flags were made by exclusionists. Thank you so much, I would really appreciate it!

[turtllinis]

your blog is awesome! i have a weird question though, it was my friend's question actually: how would the brothers react to finding lace underwear/lingerie's while doing the laundry?

LEONARDO

Drops them and covers his mouth in mortification. He wasn’t expecting underwear in his towels, much less your lacy blue underwear. You pass at that moment and give him a sly smile. He blushes furiously and covers his face in his hands.

MICHELANGELO

He doesn’t even blink. What? It’s not like he hasn’t seen that particular pair often. It’s your favorite. He just grins and nods his head like “yeup. That’s my baby.”

DONATELLO

“What the fuck? Oh my god? What do I do with these? Oh my god should I even be touching them, holy shit she’s gonna be so embarrassed oh shit-”

He’d dance around nervously holding your underwear in his fingertips before eventually throwing them.

They land on your head as you walk in and as you peel them from your face, he shrieks.

RAPHAEL

Oh hell no. There is no way these got into his load of laundry unless you specifically put them here. With the subtlety of a car crash, he stalks into your room and drops it in your lap.

“Are ya tryna’ start somethin’? ‘Cause we can start somethin’.”

[turtllinis]

[turtllinis]

I have to leave, but this account doesn't have to.

So I recently, and unfortunately, fell out of this fandom . I adore everyone here, and everything being made and shared, I just wish I had the motivation. What I want is to give this account to someone. I just don't want it to die and I want someone with more passion and drive to have it. If anyone is interested, please message me. If I don't get anything in a week, I'll consider putting the account into a perma-hiatus.

[oldturtlesketchesblog]

goin down the bayou~

[turtimagines]

The Red River

Taken from my Wattpad account :)  Hope you enjoy!

I was pretty tired when I did this so you might see some mistakes.

Pairing: Raphael x Reader (TMNT 2014-16)

Warnings:  Blood, angst.

It was odd.

Many times you had been up, beside Raphael in bed either reading a book or watching the tv with low volume, and not once had you heard him mumble in his sleep.

But now he was, as he lay there on the couch with you and his head in your lap.  It stopped you from reading your book, leading your (e/c) eyes down to him; his head was bobbing back and forth and sounded as if he was in distress.

Dreaming, you thought.  You resumed your reading.

But then Raph’s head suddenly jerked upwards, frightening you to where you finally closed your book and placed a hand on his plastron to attempt to calm him.  However, your attempts didn’t work, because the spasms began to get worse and it also began to frighten you.  You set your book aside and had your undivided attention on Raphael; he would have to be woken soon if it got too serious.  Even his mumbling had gotten louder.

Your eyes never left him.

~~~~~

“(Y/N)!”  

Raph screamed out your name as he rounded a corner of a street.  The pavement was wet, and you get that fear that if you took the wrong step your were going down on your ass, your mind tricking you that the gleams of the water were actually ice.

There was a slight breeze, cool and crisp as it hit Raphael’s nose, the end tails of his bandana trailed behind him.  He was in a dead sprint for he was desperately trying to find you; he didn’t exactly understand how he got where he was, but his gut was telling him to fin you.  He somehow knew you were in trouble.  Raph’s legs carried him faster down the empty street.

It was rather cold there.  The mist blocked all view from either side of you the further you moved along.  Raph spotted out a few buildings here and there but everything was clearly deserted, even the smell was old and musty.  Grass and weeds grew in between the cracks of the sidewalk, and there were even some parts of the cement that were missing or broken off and thrown into the street.

It felt like Raph had been running for hours.

But he stopped once he heard the sudden sound of clanging metal ring through his ears; the echoes became more quicker and louder, repeating contact over and over again.  His head swiveled in every direction as the sound rang from all around him.  He couldn’t tell which way it was emanating from, so he just decided to run further on in the hopes that he would find you there.  He prayed that it wasn’t you fighting.  He moved on.

Finally, after what seemed like endless hours of running, and surprisingly not getting tired, Raphael noticed the clanging was getting louder the more he ran.  It was nearby, ahead of him really.  He skidded to a halt.

Raph’s green eyes spotted the orange sparks from scraping metal fly through the mist, illuminating specks of light in little areas.  He spotted two figures, but they were dim and not in color; he could only make out the shapes.  He was right that they were in battle, but he didn’t know what for.  Frankly, he wasn’t worried about who was winning, only to know who the hell they were and where he was.  Skidding to a halt, Raphael watched frantically as the feet drew nearer to him.

“(Y/n)!?”  he called out.  Raph waited for one of the figures to answer, but nothing was returned to him; he watched and waited for it to end.

Eventually though, the figures came close enough to him that they were finally shown in the light, the one area that no mist lingered.  Both were covered with cloaks so it was impossible to tell who was who, though it was clear on what weapon they were using.

One had a very thing sword, one you would see from the Middle Ages, used by Kings and Knights.  The other was using, what appeared to be, sais.  Those were a pair of sais in their hands.

Raph couldn’t believe it.  Those were his!  He spotted the red cloth wrapped around the handles of each one, and even his own were missing from his belt.  

As if time had skipped, the only thing Raph could see now was a river of wet colored water running under his feet.  His green eyes looked up to see one the figures, bloodied and exhausted, laying on the cold pavement.  It then began to pour the rain, and soon both were drenched; Raphael repeatedly wiped the rain from his brow.  The other figure however, was gone, as was the mist, revealing dim lights from broken houses on the sides of the walkways.

Raph slowly approached the figure, taking both of his weapons back and sheathing them to his belt.  He then dropped to his knees and reluctantly began to inspect the body.  It was visible to him that they were still alive, their chest rising up and down ever so slowly and roughly.  They were coughing up blood; the gurgling of the red substance was audible as it flooded their lungs.  A green and scaly hand reached for the hood to draw it back.

“… N-no.  No!  NO!”

The figure in the darkened shroud, was you.  Your breath so shallow, blood flooding your mouth, cuts on every part of your face, and … a gaped, cut, and hollow hole through your abdomen.  Your clothing was more soaked from the blood than the rain itself.  (E/c) eyes barely open, barely visible to your love.  Raph lowered himself more closely to you, one hand on your open wound, and the other under your head.  Now not only was water dripping off of him, tears had joined the fall as well.  Each drop hit your face, washing away your own.

Raphael’s voice was so coarse by then as he choked up so many tears, watching the life and breath fade away from you one second at a time.  He couldn’t form any words, except only to be there until your final moment.  

He wasn’t ready for when your hand slowly moved it’s way up to his face, and Raph was quick to place his own over it and lean into your touch.  It was still so warm, and yet, everything else seemed so cold.

“I-” you try to say, but only resulting in failure.  Blood pooled out of your mouth again, and Raph choked out more tears.

It was clear to him, that your final breath, had let itself free.  With your mouth agape, eyes still open and body limp, you had been washed away by the rain.  You had left the world, you had left your pain, you left him.

Shutting his eyes, Raph slowly bent down to kiss you on your forehead; he crashed onto your chest.

The torrential downpour then came.

~~~~~~~

It startled you the way he woke, for it was hard for him to catch his breath and actually form words.  His eyes were so lost, scared, and they searched every crevice of the room for something.  for you.  Now sitting up and those green eyes staring every so longingly at you, your heart was ripped from your chest as you heard his breath catch in his throat.  He was crying.

Raphael didn’t even say anything; you were in his arms for what seemed like hours, he wasn’t letting go.  His hand rubbed your back, tangling your hair with his hands as he sobbed into your shoulder, wetting your clothing and leaving you now terrified.  You whisper to him softly;

“Raph, it’s okay.  Whatever it was, it wasn’t real.”

You being to pull away to look him in the eye, but Raph has got an absolute grip on you.  You weren’t going anywhere.

“Babe, look at me, please… .” you say again.

Ever so slowly, Raph kept his head low but still pulled away enough for your eyes to meet his.  They were filled to the brim with tears.  He felt both of your hands rest on the sides of his face, and a wave of relief washed over him.

“It was just a dream,” you say again, giving him a loving kiss.

He eventually managed to choke out a few words, though they were choppy and hard to hear.  

“You… . you were right there, in my arms, dying, then dead.  You- you… gone.  I couldn’t-”

Raphael watched as you took one of his hands and placed it on your chest.

“Do you feel this?” you say.  His hand was feeding off the vibrations of your chest, of your heartbeat, something he could not hear or feel in his dream.  It was there, warm and rhythmic, soothing to his touch.  Raph closed his eyes as his head fell to your chest, and you arms instantly wrapped around his shoulders.  It was there.  Your heartbeat was there, beating along with his. 

“I love you,” he says.  Those three words were repeated continuously, growing more dim and silent as time went by, until his tears washed him away into a now peaceful slumber with you right there watching over him.

[shellshcked-deactivated20190403]

You’re Safe Now

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Of course you can, Nonnie <3 I’ve never been in this position before; i’ve been blessed with a loving family, but if you are, please please please get help. This is not okay.

Prompt: “Can I request a Raph/reader where they met on a roof when she ran away from her abusive foster home? He ends up keeping her until he could convince April or Casey to adopt her?”

Word count: 1155

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abuse, suicide, rape and drug use

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

You wore a pair of faded old jeans and a plain grey baggy shirt. You hadn’t even taken a shower, and you did not put on an ounce of makeup. You grabbed a worn out black oversized jacket to cover yourself with even though it was warm outside. You made conscious decisions lately to look like less of what you felt a male would want to see. You wanted to disappear.

This life is not what you had in mind. You didn’t enjoy the evenings, when they both were home. When they both drank, and smoked and turned themselves into the monsters they kept deep within. They’d use you for their own gain, and they’d let their friends go at it as well. They’d hiss insults and curse you out for doing the simplest things. You wished your social worker hadn’t left you with these demons, but when they heard that a heart surgeon and his wife wanted to foster a teen girl, they jumped at the idea. Not many teenagers from your old home got fostered, so it was a rare occurrence that someone was actually seeking for one.

Sure, you had releases from this torture: friends, work, the gym, food, but they all came to an end, and you were back to square one. Walking was one way you had found that kept your mind at ease, to keep you from hurting. You would walk for days if you could.

Making your way to the roof of the apartment building you stayed in, you wrapped the jacket tighter around you, feeling like eyes of people were on you at all time. Again, this isn’t the life you wanted, and today marked the second year you had been living like that, and you silently celebrated in your head when you remembered. Not many people could live for this long, in those conditions. Suicide was always an option for you, but you had too much to live for. You dreamed of a house in the Hamptons, with a full-time job and a beautiful family, everything you haven’t had in your short life.

You’d sat on the roof for God knows how long, just staring over the city. New York was your home, and had been since you had been born. You weren’t happy here, anyone could see that, but what could you do? You were still a minor, and you had no way to contact you social worker.

The police was never an option; not when one of them joined in with your foster parents fun.

You’d felt yourself fall asleep, but didn’t do anything to stop it. It’d been months since you had a good night’s sleep. You didn’t even wake when you heard the giant slam, and felt the shake under you. Someone or something had landed on the roof, but you didn’t move. You just laid there. 

Raphael’s patrol had been the west of the city. Nothing had really happened, he just beat up a few thugs. So, he went to his favorite roof (it had the best view of the city) and intended to relax for the rest of the night. He’d had an easy day, but that intention disappeared when he saw you lying on the ground on the roof.

Not knowing what to do, he edged towards you cautiously, his gaze on you at all time. You were obviously alive, you moved too much to be dead.

“Hello?” you let out a small squeak, turning slightly to get a better view of the person, but their giant figure covered all the moonlight, stopping them from being seen.

“Are ya alright?” muttered a gruff voice. Male. He had an accent: Brooklyn.

“Is anyone really ‘alright’?” you turned again, leaning the back of your head on the ground and stared up at him. It was obvious he wasn’t a serial killer, and if he was, he was a bad one for asking if you were okay.

You heard him huff a little bit. Raphael narrowed his eyes at your face. Bruises, cuts, dark circles. He concluded that you looked like shit.

“Who did this ta ya?” he motioned to your face, kneeling down next to you. There was no use lying to him, you couldn’t be bothered to fight anymore. You’d given up.

“My so-called foster parents. But hey, it’s okay. 2 years of this shit and I’m still alive.” You laughed slightly, your voice croaky and scratchy. Raphael didn’t laugh, he didn’t say anything, just stared, feeling his body well up with hate and anger.

“Yer comin’ with me.” He stated finally, after long moments of clenching his fists together and breathing heavily. They shouldn’t be allowed to be ‘parents’, they deserved to be beat up and locked up.

You didn’t say anything, you just licked your dry lips and began to stand. You didn’t know who this man was, but you didn’t care. Where he was going surely wouldn’t be as bad as the life you had with those devils.

“April please, she ain’t gonna cause ya any trouble, she just needs help.” You listened to the man, now you know as Raphael who is also a mutant turtle, talk to his other human friend. Of course you were shocked when you found out, but it was New York, you’d seen worse and weirder. You were more surprised to find out he was a teenager, like you.

You heard April mumble to him, and Raphael give her thanks. You were sat on the couch in April’s living room with a mug of hot chocolate. You hadn’t had one in months, and it felt so good.

April, the beautiful woman you’d seen on the news when passing the TV in your apartment, came into the room, Raphael following behind her.

“Yer gonna be in April’s care. D’you know when ya can go get yer stuff?” you nodded shyly, sipping the chocolate goodness before smiling slightly. You’d already tried to argue with Raphael about staying with someone else, but you’d given in when he stared at you with those pleading green eyes.

“Uhm, they- they go to work tomorrow at 2. We could go then?” April nodded, smiling at you and sitting opposite. Raphael stood against the doorframe.

“Okay [Y/N]. Yer safe now, yer with us, yer new family.” That’s something you’d never heard before, and it was like a bomb was going off in your heart. Raphael truly had a beautiful soul.

[turtllinis]

Leo: How long do you think it’ll take before the Shellraiser’s fixed?

Donnie: I don’t know, three or four.

Leo: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Donnie: Yeah, maybe five.

[turtimagines]

How would the boys react to their S/O being in the military and returning from a 4 year tour overseas in the Mid-east?

Leo:

His first instinct is to just run up and lift you off the ground to hug you and spin you and just cover you with kisses, which he does btw.  He sobs into your shoulder and holds ever so highly onto you, fearing that you were going to be taken from him again. He doesn’t ask a lot of questions; he saves those for later.  But now he just wants to be right beside you until the two of you go to sleep for the night.  It’s so good to see you again.

Raph:

He’s choking back tears, and failing hard.  His breath shortens, chest gets tight, and he keeps swallowing that lump in his throat as he watches you jog up to him.  You’ve changed so much; he takes in every little new detail about you.  Your haircut, your uniform, everything.  The guy hasn’t seen you in four years, an he’ll be damned if you leave his sight again; at least for a while anyways.  He hugs you so tightly, and gives you the most warm kisses.  It’s felt like an eternity since he’s seen you.

Donnie:

This guy pummels you over with his big, warm hug, and he’s then planting your face with kisses and smiles and laughing in between, as well as crying.  He won’t give you any time to say anything, because he’s peppering you with kisses on your lips your nose your forehead, everywhere.  “You’re home!  You’re home!!” he says, choking tears.  It takes a while for his excitement to calm down.

Mikey:

You’d think he’d be bouncing for joy as well as Donnie would, but in truth he’s such in shock at the sight of you standing there in front of him that he just freezes; his eyes are wide and watery, hands quivering and mouth open like he’s going to speak except he can’t.  You have to physically pull him into you or he will not move.  But Mikey quickly grabs onto you and starts sobbing into your shoulder.  “Oh thank God you’re okay…” he croaks.  You and him stand there for a few moments more before retreating to some place private to talk.

[turtllinis]

Leo: Just bring Donnie to me.

Raph: Well, he locked himself in the bathroom.

Leo: Just tell him I said something.

Raph: Said what?

Leo: Anything factually inaccurate.

[two minutes later]

Donnie: [to Leo, incredulously] I’m sorry, the sky is blue because it’s reflecting the colour of the ocean?

[totallytubulargirl]

I FORGET WHO ORIGINALLY DID THIS IF SOMEONE COULD TAG THEM THAT WOULD BE GREAT

NSSM (not so sexy moments with the guys)

Raph sticking it in your butthole on accident.

Leo sticking it in your pee hole on accident.

Donetello trying to find something in your vagina that he read about online for 30 minutes eventually determining that it does not exist, but it totally does.

Mikey stealing your pants after sex.

Mikey not knowing where to put it. He feels really bad about it too probably starts crying.

Donnie being confused when doing a certain thing doesn’t get you to make any noise. Starts explaining himself. Turns you off. “Well according to my research your g spot should be right… here” *thrusts* *nothing happens* *is confused* “uh let me go check my notes”

Raph getting mad because he can’t make you cum. Throws a fit and pulls his pants up. He walks out and works the rest of his frustration out in the gym.

Leo trying to explain to you why he wants you to call him sensei. “I just do ok?” “But why” “I don’t know why do you like it when I call you princess?” “I don’t know it’s nice.” “Exactly!”

Raphael farting during sex and freezing up. Doesn’t move for 20 minutes. “Um Raph?” *is frozen of embarrassment for eternity* “are you ok?”

Donatello examining you naked in his lab for an hour. “I just have to adjust all my charts and research for your specific height and weight.” *thinks* “about how long would you say your vagina/penis is from front to end?” *scribbles your answer on a clipboard*

Donnie making you take a survey after sex.

Mikey accidentally tripping on you thinking it’s time for spontaneous sex but really he’s crushing your ribs.

Raph avoiding you for a week because he thinks he hurt your neck really bad but really it’s just a hickey

[totallytubulargirl]

I remember now it was @durtleticks

[akari180]

Hahah this is Gold I still laughed like the first time

[xanadu-702]

I LOVE IT!!!!!

[jester-junk]

Sex is never perfect. I adore this headcanon.  Though I am rather confused how someone could stick their penis into s/o’s urethra by fucking accident. It’s not like that hole’s big. 

[turtllinis]

I JUST CACKLED SO LOUD

[shellshcked-deactivated20190403]

Be Together

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you for requesting nonnie! And thank you for the complement (; If you have another idea for a tattoo feel free to change it in your head c:

Prompt: “Love your Donnie imagine! Keep up the good work- here’s a little request with any of the boys, although I have a soft spot for my boy in blue and the hothead ;) just something fluffy like- the boys waking up next to their s/o for the first time and catching a peek of a hidden tattoo their s/o has.”

Word count: 700

Warnings: Swearing, mention of smut

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” Leo mumbled with his arms wrapped around your body and his thumbs running up and down your sides. You both had been together for quite a while, and you hardly got alone time. But tonight, the other turtles were out and Splinter was doing a 10-hour meditation session in his room. You were alone, finally.

You’d spent most of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching movies that he’d missed out on. It was nice not to have to worry about whether he’d come back from patrol with injuries. It was nice to just lay with one another and be together.

“Not what you had in mind?” You turned around so you were placing him, one hand on his plastron, the other running along his lower lip. It was also nice to be the same height for once; it was nice to look at him straight instead of up.

“Such an inconvenience…” he’d closed the distance between you, his lips soft against yours. Your arm moved up his plastron slowly, wrapping around his neck. He gripped your waist with his hands, squeezing your sides lightly. The feeling sent waves of electricity through both of your bodies; your senses went from 0 to 100.

“I’m not sorry…” you smirked at him when you reluctantly pulled away from him, your eyes heavy and short of breath. He smiled back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin up to meet his lips again for a small peck.

“Neither am I, darling.” Running his hands up your side, he brought your shirt up as well. The cool air mixed with Leo’s captivating touch sent a shiver up you side. He pressed his body against yours before gripping your hips again and sitting you on his lap. You traced circles around his plastron, staring down at him as your hair framed your face. He cupped your cheek, running a thumb up and down before bringing you closer to him and kissing you once again.

Mikey was dead when Leo got his hands on him. The young orange turtle was screaming that breakfast was ready, but Leo was nowhere near ready to get up. Especially when he woke up to the love of his life lying next to him. Smiling, he took a moment to reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. You were amazing, unlike any other. Kissing your shoulder, he turned back around on to his side and wrapped his arms around your naked body.

It was only then that he noticed the tiny tattoo between your shoulder blades. It was small, some sort of flower. It was beautiful, but he was quite curious as to why you hadn’t mentioned it before. He ran his fingers over it, but not before leaning down and placing a kiss on it. You were utterly stunning, and apparently full of surprises.

“I got it on a whim. I forget it’s there most of the time.” You mumbled sleepily, turning around to face him. “I picked it because it’s pretty.” He chuckled as you curled into him, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“You know what’s prettier?” you looked up at his with a raised eyebrow

“If you say me, I’m going to punch you.” Poking his nose, he chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course not, I was going to say me.”

[turtllinis]

GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCH

[turtllinis]

I’m currently writing this from my PC, I dropped my phone and now the screen is filling up with purple liquid, so I have to go get it fixed. Until then, I’m probably on hiatus until then. I might try to get on my PC more often, but yeah. Don’t forget abt me!! ily all!!!

[turtllinis]

Donnie: What have you done to the control system?

Mikey: Nothing.

Donnie: You haven't touched it? Something's broken and it's not your fault?

Mikey: I know, I'm scared too.