What uppp! I’m just here for my fandoms and then I’m OUT And that’s milk in my banner, nothing else you sick freaks😐/hj I am Christian and lactose intolerant
..Heeyyyy remember this post? Yeeaahhh well I’ve gone insane and read basically every recommendation given to me.
So as a spoiled internet stranger I’m going to once again ask you for some Sakura Haruno-centric fics. I really don’t have any preferences on the platform it’s posted on, I’ll go to any lengths to read a Sakura fic. (any lengths BUT 4chan…I won’t be opening that can of worms) I’m also not picky on any ships or pairings!!Literally anything that isn’t abandoned would be amazing!!
(yes this also means I don’t care if Sakura becomes a Mary Sue or crazy OP, i think we SHOULD let the girl become stronger)
anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians
Warnings: This is over-exaggerated and not meant to be taking seriously, Vulgar language, Metion of periods and cramps, Metion of poop, Fake pregnancy, Psychological Pregnancy??, Mention of Abortion, Idk man they are all stupid
Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, Casey Jones, April O'Neil.
Summary: Raph saw a tiktok where a couple of men try a machine that imitate period cramps and now he wants to try it, thanks to his brother Donatello and the new machine he made, he can, of course this cannot ended up well... Or at least normally
[The turtles are in the living room with their friend Casey Jones, Raphael is sitting on the floor connected to a machine via suction cups this suction cups have long white wires that connect them to the machine, Donatello has in his hands a small controller with three buttons, one to increase the level, one to decrease it and one to completely shut off the machine]
Donnie: I call it... ✨The Period Cramps Simulator✨ it's programmed with medical and woman knowledge of the pain of cramps, this machine can simulate the same sensation and pain levels of period cramps!
Leo: K... Why?
Donnie: Because the other day Raph saw a tiktok where different men try a machine like this one and he said he wanted to try
Leo:
Donnie: I was bored, okay?
Mikey: So, Rapha is going to try that machine thingy and tells us if it actually hurts... Cool!
Leo: And dangerous! Listen Raphie, if you want to know so badly how it feels then why don't you just ask?
Raph: Is not enough! I need to understand how it feels, Leo! For the Woman of around the world! And also all that people that has periods!
Casey: Enough chat! Turn it on Don-man!
Leo: Yeah D, turn it on... Let Raph suffer the consequences of his actions
Donnie: Alright, level 1
Leo: What- It was sarcasm
Donnie: Too late it's already on. How do you feel, big red?
Raph: I don't feel anything...
Casey: Level it up!
Donnie: Level 2 coming right up!
Raph: Still nothing...
Casey: Are you sure it's on?
Raph: You just want me to suffer, don't you?
Casey & Leo: Yeah
Raph: Whu
Mikey: try level 3
Donnie: Okay... Level 3
Raph: Oh!
Leo: What?
Raph: I'm feeling something...
Donnie: What do you feel?
Raph: It's a awkward feel, I don't know it's weird... Like I'm being pinched
Casey: Aw man, thought this was going to be more fun
Leo: Level 4
Donnie: I thought that you were against all of this?
Leo: Yeah, but now I wanna know what he feels
Donnie: lol, level 4
Raph: Oh I don't like that
Casey: What do you feel?
Raph: Like I said, it's weird but now it hurts...
Donnie: Level 5
Mikey: Aren't you going to wait a little more?
Donnie: Nah
Mikey: Bruh
Raph: ahh... Oh man...
Leo: So?
Raph: Ugh, I think I'm starting to regret this...
Donnie: You want me to turn it off?
Raph: No, no, no! I- I can take it
Donnie: Okay... Level 6
Raph: Oh fuck
Casey: You okay dude?
Raph: No
Mikey: What do you feel?
Raph: I- ugh- I feel like I'm shitting myself, but like- a REALLY hurtful and pointy shit
Leo: ew
Casey: Damn, that's harsh buddy... Level 7!
Donnie: Ha ha! Level 7 on it's way
Raph: Ahhh.... Shiiiit- It hurts
Leo: Yeah we can all see that Raphie...
Donnie: Level 8...
Raph: FUCK THAT HURT
Casey: This is fun!
Raph: NO THE FUCK IS NOT
Donnie: Level 9
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAH OH GOD I FEEL LIKE I'M ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH!
Mikey: O-ok maybe we should turn it off...
Casey: No it's fine he can take it
Raph: NO I CAN'T TAKE IT
Donnie: Level 10
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Mikey: OH MY GOSH!
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Donnie: Shit-
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Leo: Alright that's enough- Don turn it off
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Donnie: I can't!
[Donatello is constantly pressing the third button]
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Mikey: WHY DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T!
Donnie: The button isn't working!
Mikey: WELL THEN MAKE IT WORK!
Donnie: WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO?!
Raph: OH MY GOD! IT'S COMING!
Leo: What- What it's coming?
Raph: THE BABY!
Leo: WHAT BABY????
April: I heard yelling, what's going-
Casey: Don't worry man, I got your hand!
Raph: I CAN FEEL THE HEAD!
Casey: That's what she said
Donnie: YOU ARE NOT HELPING JONES
April:
April: Nope.
Raph: AAAAAAAAAAH
Mikey: OH GOD I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE
Leo: NO YOU'RE NOT!
Casey: We have to name her Casey Junior
Donnie: That's a horrible name
Raph: I'M NOT GOING TO NAME MY DAUGHTER AFTER YOU AAAAAAAAAAH
Leo: WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT.
Raph: AAAAAAAAAH
Mikey: AAAAAAAAAAH
Donnie: Why are YOU yelling!?
Mikey: It's called empathy!
Donnie: That's so stupid...
Raph: DON'T FIGHT YOU GUYS ARE STRESSING THE BABY!
Leo: WHAT BABY???
Raph: AAAAAAH I'M GOING TO PASS OUT!
Casey: C'mon Raphala, you can do it!
Leo: Okay this needs to stop, I'm going to rip that thing off you
Donnie: What- NO LEO WAIT! HE COULD-
[Leo pulls the machine suction cups away from Raph's lower body]
[Raph falls to the ground, unconscious]
Donnie: Pass out...
Mikey: RAPH!
Casey: Holy fuck, the baby aborted him-
Leo: THERE IS NOT FUCKING BABY STOP IT
[A couple of minutes pass and Raph is awake again]
I want to thank you again for doing my request before!
I'd like to make a request again if you don't mind. So we all know how 2012!Mikey is very underappreciated and constantly being the butt of the joke. Can I make a request of a Reader who's a close friend with all the turtles, but it's blatantly obvious that the Reader likes Mikey the most. The reader laughs at Mikey's joke, believes him when he says he sees the Kraang at eps 1, comforts him when his brothers make fun of him, and constant hugs.
Which led to him being very soft/needy/clingy with the Reader. Until one day because of a problem, he just snaps, like he gets angry out of possessiveness/protectiveness of the Reader it actually intimidates the brothers seeing him so serious. But when he sees the Reader again, he went completely soft.
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I just want to see a serious Mikey :') I leave it to you whether this is romantic or platonic, it can work either way. As always thank you and take your time. No pressure if you don't want to do it!
TAKEN FROM HIM —ft. 2012 Mikey
If anyone asked the turtles who the easiest one to tease was, the answer came too fast.
“Mikey.”
It was never said with cruelty—at least not intentionally. It was just… habit. Michelangelo was the youngest in spirit, the loudest, the weirdest, the one who talked too much and thought too sideways. He made jokes at the wrong time, got distracted by shiny wrappers, named things no one asked him to name, and somehow managed to turn every serious moment into chaos.
So naturally, his brothers rolled their eyes. Leonardo sighed at him. Raphael shoved him. Donatello corrected him. And Mikey laughed through all of it. That was the part no one noticed. He laughed through it.
You did, though. You noticed everything. You noticed how Mikey’s grin got a little too wide when he was hurt. How he’d joke harder when he felt ignored. How he acted even sillier when he wanted someone to take him seriously just once. You noticed he was smarter than everyone gave him credit for. You noticed he was lonely in a room full of people who loved him.
And because of that… you chose him.
Not in some dramatic declaration. Not all at once. Just in a hundred tiny moments. Like the first time you came to the lair after meeting them all. The others were arguing strategy with Splinter, and Mikey was trying to explain something no one was listening to.
“I’m telling you, I saw one of those weird brain guys near the alley yesterday!”
“Sure you did” Raph muttered.
“It probably was a trash bag” Donnie said.
“It had robot legs!”
“Trash bag with robot legs” Raph replied.
Mikey groaned dramatically and threw himself backward over the couch. You walked in right then, setting down the snacks you’d brought.
“What happened?”
Mikey pointed accusingly at everyone. “They don’t believe me.”
You blinked. “About the brain thing?”
All four turtles looked at you.
“Yes” Mikey said, suddenly sitting up straighter.
You shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I believe you?”
The room went quiet. Leo frowned. “You don’t even know the full story.”
“I know if Mikey says he saw something, he probably saw something.”
Mikey stared at you like you’d just handed him the moon.
Raph barked a laugh. “Wow. Found the one person gullible enough.”
You looked at him flatly. “Or maybe the one person smart enough to listen.”
That time, Mikey laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch.
Later that same night, a Kraang patrol was found exactly where Mikey said it had been. He never stopped bringing that up.
“Remember when Y/N trusted me and everyone else was WRONG?”
“Once,” Leo muttered.
“Still counts!”
From then on, he followed you around like gravity had changed direction. If you sat, Mikey sat beside you. If you stood, he appeared nearby. If you laughed, he got louder. If you complimented him, he glowed for hours. And you did compliment him. Because unlike everyone else, you said things out loud.
“You did great today, Mikey.”
“That plan was clever.”
“You’re really good with people.”
“You always make things less scary.”
He never knew what to do when praised. Usually he’d freeze, blink rapidly, then cover it with something ridiculous.
“Yeah, well… greatness is natural when you’re this green.”
Or—
“I know. I’m emotionally devastating.”
Or—
“Please hold your applause until after my pizza.”
But then he’d smile to himself when he thought no one was looking. You noticed that too. The hugs became normal faster than anyone expected. At first, they were quick side hugs. Then full ones. Then casual ones. Then random ones.
Mikey would walk past you and lean onto your shoulder. You’d open your arms automatically. He’d melt into them every single time.
Sometimes after rough patrols, he wouldn’t even say anything. He’d just shuffle toward you with tired eyes and open hands. And you’d hold him. No jokes. No teasing. Just warmth.
The first time you kissed his forehead absentmindedly while comforting him after Raph called him useless in a sparring match, the lair went silent. Even Raph looked stunned. Mikey looked like his soul had left his body.
You pulled back. “What?”
He made a tiny squeaking sound. Donnie slowly turned to Leo. “Did we just witness a fatality?”
Mikey then screamed into a pillow for three straight minutes. After that, he became impossible. He clung to your arm while walking. Rested his head in your lap during movie nights. Complained dramatically if you hugged one of his brothers first.
“Wow,” he’d say. “So betrayal is real.”
“You hugged Donnie because he handed you a soda.”
“He knew what he was doing.”
You laughed every time. That was the problem. You laughed at his jokes. Not politely. Not because you felt bad. You genuinely laughed. And Mikey, who had spent so long being background noise, found himself addicted to being heard by you.
He started watching doors for your arrival. Started saving the best slice for you. Started remembering everything you mentioned. Favorite candy. Favorite songs. The fact you hated thunderstorms. That your wrist hurt when it got cold. That you got quiet when sad.
He remembered all of it. He remembered you. And maybe that would have stayed sweet and harmless forever… if his brothers hadn’t started noticing just how different he was with you.
One evening in the lair, you were late. Only twenty minutes. But Mikey had checked the clock fourteen times.
“She said she’d be here.”
Leo looked up from training notes. “She’s probably busy.”
“She said six.”
“It’s six twenty.”
“Exactly.”
Raph snorted from the couch. “Bro, breathe.”
“I am breathing.”
“You look like a divorced dad waiting outside a restaurant.”
Donnie didn’t look away from his tablet. “Your heart rate elevated.”
“I am NORMAL,” Mikey snapped.
All three brothers stared. Because that tone —sharp, immediate, defensive— wasn’t normal.
Mikey blinked, realizing it too. Then he forced a grin. “Normal-ish.”
Raph narrowed his eyes. “Dude.”
Before anyone could say more, footsteps echoed down the tunnel. Your voice followed.
“Sorry! I brought empanadas!”
Mikey was gone before the sentence finished. He vaulted the couch, nearly tackled the table, sprinted across the lair, and reached you first.
“There you are!”
You laughed as he nearly crashed into your arms. “Hi to you too.”
He hugged you so tightly your feet lifted slightly. The brothers exchanged looks. Then they watched the way Mikey instantly softened—shoulders loose, eyes bright, voice warm, entire body calmer just because you’d arrived.
Raph muttered, “That’s insane.”
Leo crossed his arms slowly. Donnie adjusted his goggles. “Dependency pattern confirmed.”
Mikey didn’t hear any of it. Because he was too busy burying his face in your shoulder while you stroked the back of his head absentmindedly.
And for the first time, his brothers wondered something none of them had considered before…What happens if someone tries to take that away from him?
—
The first sign something was wrong was silence. You were never silent. Even when tired, you hummed. Even when upset, you sighed dramatically. Even when sneaking into the lair, you always announced yourself with some joke about sewer smell or turtle housekeeping standards. So when the clock passed your usual time and nothing came—no footsteps, no voice, no message—Mikey felt it before anyone said a word.
He stood near the entrance tunnel, staring.
“She’s late,” he said. “Again, and this time I have a bad feeling.”
Leo looked up from sharpening his swords. “It’s been ten minutes.”
“I’m telling you I have a bad feeling.”
“She has a life outside the lair, Mikey.”
“I know that,” he snapped.
The room went still. Mikey rarely snapped. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just mean… she always tells us.”
Donnie’s fingers moved faster over his tablet. “Her phone is going straight to voicemail.”
Raph frowned. “Maybe battery died.”
“No,” Mikey said instantly. All eyes turned to him. He swallowed. “She charged it here yesterday. I reminded her to.”
That detail hung in the air. Of course he knew that. Of course he’d noticed.
Leo stood. “We wait fifteen more minutes, then we check her route.”
Mikey’s jaw tightened. “No. We go now.”
“We don’t rush blindly.”
“She could need us now.”
“And she could also just be delayed.”
Mikey took a step forward. “Leo.”
There was no humor in his voice. No whine. No childish exaggeration. Just something hard.
Leo straightened. “That’s an order.”
For once, Mikey didn’t immediately fold. The stare he gave his older brother was so flat it made even Raph glance over. Then—
A loud metallic clank echoed through the tunnel entrance.
Donnie spun first. “Movement.”
The turtles drew weapons. A small object rolled into the center of the lair. Your bracelet. Bent. Scorched. Still recognizable.
Mikey froze. He knew it instantly. He’d fixed the clasp for you last month.
Then the wall monitor flickered violently to life. Static. Purple distortion. A Kraang appeared onscreen, mechanical eye twitching.
“The female friend unit has been acquired for extraction experimentation.”
Raph surged forward. “You slime freak—”
“If the turtle organisms pursue, the female unit will receive damage.”
The screen shifted. You were there. Bound to a hovering restraint chair, dazed but conscious, struggling weakly.
“Mikey—!”
Static cut the sound. The transmission ended. For a second, no one moved. Then the room filled with noise all at once. Raph cursing. Donnie grabbing scanners. Leo barking orders.
And in the center of it Mikey stood absolutely still. Too still. His nunchucks slipped from his hands and hit the floor. No joke came. No panic. No shouting.
Just silence.
Then he bent, picked them up, and looked at Leo. “Location.”
Donnie answered quietly. “Signal bounce from an old Kraang outpost near the docks.”
Leo was already gearing up. “We move carefully. They want us emotional.”
Mikey walked past him. “No,” he said.
Leo caught his arm. “We move together.”
Mikey slowly looked down at the hand touching him. Something in his expression made Leo release it. Because this wasn’t the goofy brother they knew. This was someone stripped raw.
“They took her,” Mikey said, voice low and empty. “Because they know she matters.”
“We’ll get her back,” Leo said carefully.
“You’ll try.”
“Mikey.”
“I’ll do it.”
He started toward the exit. Raph stepped in front of him. “You’re not going solo.”
Mikey’s eyes lifted to meet his. Usually they were bright, expressive, playful. Now they were cold.
“I won’t slow down for you.”
Raph stiffened. Donnie spoke cautiously. “Your emotional state is compromising your judgment.”
Mikey turned to him next. “Then stay out of my way too.”
Donnie actually took a step back. Leo moved again, leader voice firm. “Enough. We are doing this as a team.”
Mikey gave a short, humorless laugh. “A team?” Nobody spoke. Because he kept going. “Funny. When I said I saw Kraang, I was stupid. When I had ideas, I was annoying. When I worried about her being late, I was dramatic.”
Each word landed sharper than shouting would have.
“But now that she’s gone, suddenly we’re a team.”
Leo’s face tightened. “That’s not fair.”
“No?” Mikey asked quietly. “Neither is her being there alone.”
Then he vaulted past them and disappeared into the tunnel. Raph cursed and ran after him. The others followed.
The Kraang outpost was a dead warehouse wrapped around hidden machinery, pulsing purple beneath rusted steel. The turtles landed on the rooftop. Leo signaled formation. Mikey was already gone.
They dropped in after him. What they found stunned them. Three Kraang droids dismantled. One embedded in a wall. Another sparking in half. And Mikey in the center, spinning his nunchucks with brutal precision.
No theatrics. No sound effects. No goofy battle cries. Just efficiency. A Kraang charged him with an electro-staff. Mikey caught the strike, yanked the droid forward, and slammed his shell into its faceplate hard enough to shatter it.
Raph blinked. “Dang.”
Leo shouted, “Mikey, left side!”
Mikey moved before the warning finished, disarming another Kraang without looking. Then he said, flatly—
“I know.”
The brothers exchanged looks. They pushed deeper into the base, but Mikey stayed ahead of them like a storm front. Every locked door was broken. Every enemy hit the floor. Every time someone tried to slow him down, he was already moving. At one corridor split, Leo grabbed his shoulder again.
“We need a plan.”
Mikey ripped free so sharply Leo nearly stumbled. “My plan is finding her.”
“You’re compromising the mission!”
Mikey stepped close enough that even Leo went silent. “My mission,” he said, voice like ice, “is her.”
Then he ran down the right corridor. No one followed for a second. Because none of them had ever seen him like this. Raph muttered, almost to himself—
“They really messed up taking the wrong person.”
At the end of the corridor, a blast door hissed open. Inside, you were strapped to the chair, weakly fighting restraints. Your eyes lifted.
“Mikey…”
Everything changed instantly. The cold face shattered. His shoulders dropped. His eyes widened with raw panic. He crossed the room in seconds.
“Hey—hey, I’m here, I’m here.”
His hands shook as he tore the restraints apart. You nearly fell forward, and he caught you like you were made of glass.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I was late.”
You stared at him, exhausted. “You came.”
“Always.”
Behind him, the brothers arrived and stopped in the doorway. Watching. Mikey held you close, one hand cradling the back of your head. He pressed his face into your hair like he needed proof you were real.
Then, softly—so softly it barely sounded like the same person—
“Did they hurt you?”
You shook your head weakly. “Just scared me.”
His grip tightened. For one dangerous second, his eyes flicked toward the corridor with that same freezing darkness. Then you touched his cheek. And it vanished. Just like that. He melted into your hand.
Leo exhaled slowly. Raph muttered, “That’s terrifying.”
I'm the biggest nerd when it comes to anything tech related. I love knowing how phones work, how different computers evolved and all the fun knick knacks they come with now- but I am THE WORST at coding. I took all the basic coding classes from middle school, but that was for video games, NOT WEBSITES LIKE AO3.
I fully believe that if I grew up with a Myspace account that I would've been able to code my own damn skin site, but I didn't. And I'm a dumdum that doesn't understand what parts of a code to copy paste into a FREAKING CSS BOX.
I promise I've read and re-read the instructions. I have basic common sense to try and find simpler codes to use. But I still cannot for the life of me figure out coding and how to get all the cool codes from Github. I want those flashy and cool skins. I want the cute and simple skins. HELL, I WANT ALL THE SKINS. EVERYTHING. GIVE THEM TO ME. But I do not know the codes or have the skills to get them. So. This is my very humble and totally not begging way of asking everybody on Tumblr, how the heck do you make a skin? Any helpful tutorials? Any YouTube videos you recommend to freshly 19 grandmas on the internet? Please let me know.
