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Don’t you guys love when an OC has a Canon as their Father/Mother figure? Because I fucking do!

Biblically accurate ROTTMNT Raphael

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Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime) pt. 2

pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - Sentinel's bond with you grows stronger

warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy

a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!

"Sentinel."

Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.

"Yes, my lady?"

The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.

"Sentinel, have you had a break?"

"No, my lady. But I can-"

"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."

"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"

You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."

Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"

"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."

He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.

You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."

He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.

"You are too fond of Sentinel."

"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.

~

"Sentinel."

Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.

"Yes, sweetspark?"

You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"

"Of course, for you it's no trouble."

Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.

You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."

He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"

You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."

Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.

"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."

"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"

"Of course, my lady."

"(Name)!" You called after him.

He chuckled, "Habit."

He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.

"Sentinel-"

"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?

"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."

"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.

"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."

"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."

"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.

"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."

You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.

"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."

Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."

He beamed, glowing under your praise.

"Now rest, Sentinel."

~

Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.

Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.

You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.

"I don't think so."

You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.

"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.

You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.

"My lady!"

"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."

When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".

"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."

"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."

He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."

The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.

"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"

His chassis puffed out with pride.

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*My lady, what happened?!"

Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.

"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."

Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.

"Sentinel."

"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.

"I'm okay."

"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."

Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.

"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.

"You need it!" He protested.

"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."

He huffed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."

He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.

When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.

"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."

You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."

When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.

He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.

"Sentinel, go recharge."

"But-"

"Recharge."

"Sweetspark~"

"Sentinel."

"...Fine."

He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.

Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.

"Sentinel."

"Yes?"

"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."

His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.

"You are by far Primus's best creation."

He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.

"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."

You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."

"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."

Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"

He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.

~

"Sentinel, are you drunk?"

Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the samr predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.

You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.

"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."

Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."

Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand in his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.

"You're cute when you laugh~"

Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.

"This place is so pretty!"

It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.

He was knocked out immediately.

~

Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.

So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.

You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.

"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.

"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.

"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."

"As if they would give me a break."

He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.

"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contentedly, happy to take some of the load off him.

At least for a little while.

"Sentinel!"

Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.

"Let me help you."

You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.

It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.

You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.

*flops into your inbox* 9 with bay Leo. Please?

Yorshie!!!! Hello, my dear!!!🫂🫂🫂 (scoops you up and dusts you off with a pat on the head)

T'would be mine pleasure! As always, I'm aging him up and adding in some sprinkles of what I think the future holds.

#9 "You ignored me" with Bay Leo (angst/comfort/confession)

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The air was so thick you were sure you would choke on it.

Mikey was spinning his nunchakus nearby. But whether he was doing it completely outside his awareness or to distract himself from his nerves was unclear. Raph was standing so still next to you it was downright unnerving. Arms crossed firmly across his chest; his glare so intense it could have melted a hole in Leo's face. Daring the blue banded ninja to so much as try taking a step towards you. Even Donnie appeared to be on edge, repeatedly casting quick glances over his shoulder at his eldest sibling between removing shards of glass and pebbles out of your arm.

All the while you sat there, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. Unphased by the sting of the road-rash anymore. The only real thought on your mind, how very unable you were to look Leo in the eye right now. Your chin tipped low, turned away almost to the point of making your neck cramp.

Leo, meanwhile, was seething. He was pacing like a caged animal behind Donnie's chair. Those piercing blue eyes of his locked onto you. Uncomfortably so.

It wasn't fear you felt in this moment though. No, in truth, it was shame. What you'd done was foolish. Downright stupid actually. Not to mention exactly the opposite of what you'd been told to do. So, you didn't blame him for his anger. Or his disappointment.

You knew better.

Donnie sprayed down your arm with antiseptic spray. Carefully wrapping the raw skin, he instructed you on care for the injury. Then he fell silent and looked at you a long moment with sympathy softening his eye. Maybe he was trying to convey that everything would be okay without saying the words. Maybe he was trying to stall to blunt the verbal lashing you were about to receive.

It didn't matter though. There was nothing any of them could do to stop what was coming. But maybe they'd hoped to delay the matter.

"Out." There it was. Leo's command laced with a snarl. "(Y/N) and I need to have a discussion."

Donnie's hand raised to your knee. He offered it a gentle squeeze. But he couldn't manage the smile he wanted to add with it.

"That's an order." Leo's voice was uncharacteristically deep.

This was going to go poorly.

With a deep breath, Donnie hesitated only a moment more before rising to his feet and ushering Mikey out of the med bay. Raph, however, refused to budge. Arms now dropped to his sides, digits curled in tense fists, he continued to glare down Leo.

You couldn't hear the rumble deep in his chest, but you could feel it vibrating through the floor. Carefully you reached out. Gingerly your fingertips stroked along the edge of his knuckle. The action rewarded you with Raph turning his gaze to you from the corner of his eye. "Hey," you softly offered, "It's okay. Go on." You ventured to give the edge of his fist a reassuring squeeze. "No sense in both of us swimming in hot water."

It took him a minute. But he finally relented, leaving you with a nod, and a growl directed at his brother.

A brief silence engulfed you as Leo waited to be sure the others had gone. You braced yourself. Knowing full well what came next.

"You ignored me." Leo's voice was low. So low it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "You blatantly ignored what I told you."

"Leo," the words you wanted to say resisted coming free in your dry throat. "I know that I -,"

"I know you know! How many times have I told you over and over?! YOU DO NOT GET INVOLVED!" Leo roared. "Yet that doesn't appear to mean a damn thing to you since you just so willingly ignored everything I've told you! What the hell were you thinking, (Y/N)?! Tailing after thugs like that! Do you have any idea just how badly that could have gone!" he continued to bellow.

Tears were pooling on your lashes. Yet you refused to let them fall. Everything he said was true. He had told you. Almost every day. Do not get involved. It's dangerous. It's his job. Not yours. You had just wanted to help though. Did following behind a couple of thugs you overheard bragging about how much bank they were going to make selling a vial of synthetic mutagen really count as "getting involved?" The plan was just to find out where they were headed and relay the info to the brothers. Really, it was.

Perhaps your eagerness at "helping" got the better of you though. You obviously failed at being discrete. Since you were fortunate enough to escape nearly being run over with only a bit of road rash to show for your stupidity.

"Leo," you tried again. "I know. But I was only -,"

"You know! You know! But do you know, (Y/N)?" The leader in blue took quick, decisive strides toward you. "Do you know just how lucky you are they only decided to run your bike off the road? Do you know just how bad it could have been? How badly they could've hurt you? Or worse! Do you know -,"

A jolt of shock crashed over you as Leo unexpectedly wrapped you up in a shaky embrace. His beak pressing hard into the top of your head. " - just how badly you scared me?" his hushed voice broke past a sob. "I was so scared I was going to lose you, (Y/N). That I wouldn't get to you in time."

Reaching up to steady his trembling only made him squeeze you tighter.

"I only wanted to help, Leo."

The terrapin unwrapped his arms from around your form to cup your face in his hands. He rested his forehead against yours as the blue of his mask deepened from collecting tears as they fell from his eyes. "You mean so much to me, (Y/N). So very, very much. When I tell you not to get involved it's because I don't want you getting hurt. I don't want you to be in any danger. Not because I don't want your help. I - I don't know what I'd do if - if anything happened to you."

Hands still holding gently to your face Leo leaned in to press a sure and knowing kiss to your lips. Hoping, no praying, that the sincerity of his words and the strength of his devotion to you bled through.

You returned his kiss with one of your own. Hoping yourself it communicated you understood.

"I love you, (Y/N). Please, please promise me you'll never do anything that reckless again."

You nodded against his lips. Sealing your promise by pressing into him again.

And as he wrapped you up within his protective, strong arms once more you promised yourself you'd never ignore anything Leo told you from here on out.

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hey!! you’ve stepped on some marbles. and now they know you’re here /silly

They also know you are here . Btw juat know now it's you

behaviors

Hiii! I love your work, youre my fave tmnt writer! I don't k ow if I've already request this but can i ask for 2012 donnie and how he would react to having a partner who is literally his biggest fan. Like gets excited and giggling and twirling their hair whenever he walks into a room. If I already asked this ignore! Love your stuff!

2012 donnie x reader

Were you… making fun of him? Every time he walked by you, you’d turn your face away and giggle. You’d mess with your hair. You’d shyly glance at him and look away again.

“What?” He asked you, rubbing at his one cheek. Did he have oil on him or something? He pulled his hand away but no black substance was on his fingers.

“Nothing!” You squeaked, staring up at him with wide eyes. “I’m just excited to see you.” Your lips twitched upwards into a large smile.

“…Me?” He sat down next to you on the couch, blinking at how you threw yourself into lap. “You see me everyday.”

“Are you not excited to see me everyday?” You cocked your head to the side, obviously teasing him. “That’s not a very good boyfriend thing to say.”

“I didn’t… say that…” He weakly defended himself, blushing as he settled his hands on your hips. He liked that you never grew bored of seeing him. It made all his worries and anxiety fade away.

You never stopped ogling him or his muscles, you begged him to show off his latest inventions, and made him take you on joyrides in the shellraiser. You never stopped touching him, never stopped talking to him about him.

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The Correct Episode Order for Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Have you noticed that every streaming service has Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episodes listed in a different order?

For instance, Netflix has Flushed, But Never Forgotten/Lair Games listed BEFORE Many Unhappy Returns, which chronologically doesn't make sense... Well, that's because the show originally aired in the wrong order...

How do we know the correct order?

Easy. Production Codes.

Nickelodeon now has the best episode order when viewing the episodes as-is (in their dual part form)

(I've listed them below JIC the page is not accessible in your country)

(Added image descriptions for anyone that needs them)

AN IMPORTANT UPDATE:

Since Nick aired most of the episodes as 30 minute blocks comprised of TWO SEPERATE episodes, the above list is still not the most ideal order list for those separate episodes...

Thus, the only way to get the most accurate order for each half-episode is to split the 30 minute blocks in half and then rearrange the sections according to their half-episode production codes...

Which is exactly what I did!!! 💜😁

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Click here for my:

CORRECTED ROTTMNT EPISODES GOOGLE DOC

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This took ages to work on and a ton of research to complete, so please share!!!!

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I adore AU where MK is actually Wukongs and Macaques son 😭 if anyone knows a good fanfic, please share 🙏

This is basically a scene that I have in my head, where Macaque comes back to flower fruit mountain (from collecting some necessary things for the ritual thag they're gonna do to get a kid) to see Wukong has finished carving the stone monkey (their soon to be kid)

I think I will post more brainrot sketches and scenes. Hopefully inspiration won't leave me XD