Hi, I Was Wondering If The Requests Are Still Open :). If So Can I Request Some Lee! Raph And Ler!Leo

AHH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!😭

THIS MUST BE THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!! 💗💗💗💗

Hiiii!!!!!! For the emoji ask thingy, I'd say:

💜 💙💘💗💪🔊👑

is that a lot of emojis??? Yes.

Do I mean all of them??? YES.💕💕💕

💜 (I want to make sure you're happy) - AWE 💞☹️💓 Tysm hhrhgfggffhhd..

💙 (I have a friend crush on you!) - I don't really know what a 'friend crush' is buT YAYAYAYAY 🙌🏾💥✨‼️

💘 (I wouldn't say no to a platonic marriage) - LEGIT BLUSHED AT THIS ONE NO JOKE I WAS CAUGHT SO OFF GUARD...I CAN AND WILL DUMP MR GROUPER FOR YOU JUST SAY THE WORDS‼️‼️‼️

💗 (I want to give you a hug!) - The feeling is mutual. Hah. Get it? Cuz we're mutuals??? Cuz I also wanna give you a hug 💕🫂💕???

💪 (I'd fight someone if they talked shit about you) - I would literally shoot someone if they talked smack about you; no joke.

🔊 (I'm really glad | started following you!) - I'm glad I started following you as well boo 😘🫶🏾!!!

👑 (Your blog aesthetic is lovely!) - Hrhfgghsn thanks ☺️💖☺️💝☺️💞

Now that I think about it, I should probably put more about myself on here..

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THIS IS SO CUTE!! 💞💞💞💞

It would be SO awesome if you made art for it! I would love to see it! 😁😁

Hi! If you're up to it, how about #55 from the prompt list you posted?

I really love your writing, it's very fun to read! :)

“Whoa! I Didn’t Expect That Much of a Reaction.”

Donnie discovers Leo's instant death spot when they were tots.

Feel free to send requests from the prompt list! Anyone can request as many as they want! No limits, I love writing!⭐✨ (Also, ur writing is amazing and so cute!!)

Prompt 55 from this list!

(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

“Oh c'mon Dee-Dee,” Leo whined, the four year old flopping dramatically over Donnie's lap.

“No,” Donnie huffed, lifting his DS higher.

“Dooonnnniiieee,” Leo complained, “C'mon! You can make the rocket and then we go to space together!”

“I'm not making a rocket,” Donnie huffed, irritated, “So stop asking!”

“Deeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Leo whined, poking at Donnie's cheek, “Please, please, please, please, ple- EEP!”

Leo jolted as Donnie set down the DS and swiped at his side, making him squirm a bit.

“You've been bothering me non-stop, you're not going anywhere!” Donnie said with an evil laugh, using one hand to keep Leo trapped across his lap and starting to scribble at his sides with the other.

“NohohohHOHOHO!” Leo giggled, squirming and kicking his legs to try and escape, “DEHEEHEEE!”

“Oh c'mon, Lee-Lee!” Donnie said evilly, skittering his fingers over Leo's tummy and making his twin shriek, “You wanted my attention!”

“DOHOHOHONIE! IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHCKLES!” Leo squealed, laughing and trying to shove away Donnie's tickly fingers.

“That's the point,” Donnie giggled, unable to help himself. Leo's laugh was so contagious.

Leo squirmed, kicking and managed to protectively cover his tummy with his hands. He gave Donnie a triumphant grin and stuck his tongue out at him, “HAH!”

Donnie glared, scribbling at Leo's ribs and making him shriek with laughter but he continued protectively covering his tummy as he squirmed and laughed.

Donnie thought for a moment, before he came up with a new idea.

He set his hand on Leo's thigh and squeezed ever so slightly.

Leo screeched.

“HAHAHAHAA! WHAHAHAHAHAT!? AHH HAHAHAHAHA!” Leo cackled, screaming with laughter and squirming, he immediately tried to grab Donnie's wrists and pry his ruthless hands away.

Donnie's eyes widened as a smirk spread across his face, “Woah! I didn't expect that much of a reaction!”

He drummed his fingers on Leo's thigh again, making him shriek loudly, laughter going up an octave.

“DOHOHOHONIE! NAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE!” Leo squealed, trying to frantically kick his legs away and pry Donnie's hand off.

Donnie grinned, “What, does this tickle~?” he skittered his fingers over Leo's thigh.

Leo screamed, eyes scrunched tightly shut as happy tears trickled out. His face was bright red as he squirmed and laughed hysterically.

“NAHAHAHA! DEEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo begged, squealing as Donnie started kneading at his thighs.

“This is your death spot!” Donnie laughed as Leo cackled and chirped occasionally.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE! I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T! TOOHOOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo screeched as Donnie kneaded and tickled at his thighs.

“Are you gonna keep asking about the rocket?”

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed.

“What do you say?”

“IHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” Leo screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP!”

Donnie finally stopped, laughing as Leo curled up and giggled.

“You're really ticklish, huh?”

“Nohoho!” Leo denied through giggles.

“Really?” Donnie teased, poking Leo's thigh and making him squeak.

“Mahahaybe a little bihit, “Leo giggled as Donnie yanked him up into a hug.

“You can watch me play, but no more rockets!” Donnie said firmly, picking up his DS and letting Le lay against him to watch.

While he played, he mentally noted that Leo's thighs were his death spot. He'd make sure to remember that.

💜💙💜💜💙💜

“Something on your mind, doofus?” Leo teased, snapping Donnie back to the present.

“Just remembering something,”

“What?”

Donnie jabbed Leo in the thigh, making his twin jump and shriek.

“Some things never change~.”

“DEHEHEHEE!”

✨⭐Let me know if I should make art for this one⭐✨

For day 7 of Tickletober, can you please write Lee!Mikey with all 3 of his older brothers tickling him? If not, I understand.

-🎮🌙

Hi! Super sorry, but I already have something for day seven. I can do your prompt though, and will have it for day 13! I apologize again, but hope you enjoy it on that day.

Also, I'm not quite sure which version you want, so if you wouldn't mind, please specify. If you can't, I understand, and will probably write it for 2012 or Rise.

sfw tickle community, where are you at? 

reblog if you have a sfw tickle blog

PLEASE THIS IS SO CUUUUUTE! AMAZING WORK AS ALWAYS FRIEND!! 🥰 🥰 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Knock knock~ Hey I saw how you wanted some tickle requests for rise, how bout something like lee!Mikey and ler!Donnie. Maybe Mikey Is being Mikey and Donnie wrecks him with tickles?

~ 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚟𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~

💜🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @rice-cake-teen10 💜🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙹𝚂𝙷𝙳𝚈𝚆𝙹𝚂𝙷 𝙷𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙴 🫶🏾💖💕✨!!! 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍) 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠💔. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 💞˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟷𝟷𝟷

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢’𝚜) 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟺/𝟽! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!! 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚢𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠—)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz @savemeafruitjuice @saturnzskyzz

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @titters-and-tingles @cedarrthefluffylee

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠👍🏾

𝚃𝚆: 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚢𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕 🤩🫶🏾

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙿 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙿!!! 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Donnnnniieeeee!” Mikey whined loudly, bursting into his older brother’s room completelyunannounced, basically breaking off the hinges of the door just to get inside. 

The scientist in question fought back the irritated groan that was bubbling in his throat as his brother walked in, continuing to type on his computer as the box turtle inched closer and closer towards him. “Michaeeeelllll.” Donnie replied without looking up from his device, his monotone voice not quitematching the same enthusiasm as his sibling’s when the youngest called his name— but close! 

To an extent, anyway.

“What is it that you require, Michael?” The purple loving turtle asked, “I’m quite busy right now.” 

The youngest turtle bit back a groan, crossing his arms and raising one of his eye ridges disapprovingly, “Busy doing what? All I see is you typing on your computer like you work a nine to five.” 

“Dealing with you is like working a nine to five.”The taller turtle retorted, “But anyways, while you’re here, I would very much appreciate it if you looked over my coding for one of my inventions.” The elder went into a file and as a result, a handful of numbers and signs showed up on the screen. 

The box turtle squinted his eyes as if he was nearsighted; looking closer at the codings to try and decipher what the actual hell his brother was expecting him to look for.

“Yes, yes. I know.” The scientist huffed, “It’s very traumatizing to look at. Trust me…I would know, I made the darn thing.” 

“It looks like your face. That’s traumatizing enough.” The youngest grinned smugly.

“…I don’t even know why I try…” The second oldest grumbled, “Okay, now off with thee. I have work to do.” Donatello said as he lightly pushed the youngest away from him so he could leave him to his work. But Mikey stood his ground firmly, going up to his older brother and sitting on his lap, making sure that he slouched just the right amount so that Donnie couldn’t see the device screen.

The elder sighed at the behavior, trying his best to get his younger brother off of him but every time he at least attempted to, the youngest would just put more of his body weight onto him. “Audible groan…gehet off of meehee!” Donnie whined in defeat as Mikey grinned triumphantly. 

“Nah. Your pretty comfy. It’s like sitting on a sofa.” 

“You’re built like a sofa, you goon! Now get off of me!” Donatello huffed, pushing on his little brother’s shell in one last attempt to get this orange life draining leech away from his precious body. 

“Ihi aham giving you fihive seconds to gehet off.” 

“Ohor whahat? Yohou gonna shohow meehee more coding?” 

Donnie raised an amused brow, resting his hands at the youngest’s sides but not quite moving his fingers yet. The art loving teen squeaked in surprise at the new sensation at his sides, immediately hugging his middles protectively, “D-Dohohon’t!” 

“One…two…”

Donnie held Mikey’s sides with his hands.

“Three…four…”

He rolled his eyes fondly, pinching the younger’s sides softly as he started to tickle him.

“Five.”

The orange banded teen giggled immediately, squirming in his older brother’s lap ever so slightly, “Stahap ihit!” He squeaked, holding onto his brother’s wrists as the softshell couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the gesture. 

“Do you reallllly want me to stop or are you just saying that?” The elder smirked, “You could’ve gotten out of my lap but you chose not to.” 

The artist loving teen blushed slightly at the question, “Dohonnie weehee ahahare nahat doing thihis right nohow!”

“I’m just asking you a simple question, little brother. I don’t understand the difficulty with you failing to answer it…” The purple banded teen hummed as he dug his hands into the other’s underarms, “Yes or no?”

The art loving turtle screamed, kicking his legs in the air and shaking his head back and forth. “YeHES! Freeheeaking *squeak* stahaHAP!” 

“Oh, so yes? So you do want me to continue tickling you?” Donatello grinned at his choice of wordplay. The youngest’s laughter raised an octave as he squirmed and tried to slip away from his brother’s tickly grasp and fingers. 

The taller turtle quickly typed in his wristwatch, his spider arms coming out of his battle-shell and holding the other’s wrists, pulling his arms away so he couldn’t hug his middles nor squirm away. 

Mikey gulped comically, squirming in his brother’s lap still. “N-NAHA— *squeak* noho! JuhUST NOHOHOH!”

“Ohhhhh. I understand now. So you don’t want me to stop tickling you?” 

“STAHAP TWIHISTING MYHY WOHORDS!” 

“I’m not!” The young genius grinned, “I’m just asking you to clarify!”

The smaller turtle squealed loudly, attempting to pull his wrists free from the spider arms but all his attempts ending in vain as his older brother just continued to tickle him.

“So just clarifying…you want me to continue tickling you?” 

“DEEHEEHEE!!!”

“What~? I’m just asking if you want me to tickle you. That you perhaps came in here with the intention of getting tickled by yours truly—“

“STAH— *squeal* *squeak* STAHAP STAHAP STAHAP!!!”

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother’s frantic giggles, stopping his tickling attack but wiggling his fingers directly above the other turtle’s ribs, causing the younger’s heart to drop in anticipation as he squirmed like he’s never squirmed before. 

The softshell poked the smaller turtle’s ribs teasingly a couple times, “You gonna get off of me now~?”

“IHI CAHA— *squeal* IHI CAHAN’T— *squeak*!!!” The younger teen cried out. Michelangelo was completely lost in his own laughter wonderland, still trying to at least get UP from his older brother’s lap. But with the softshell’s spider arms holding his wrists away from him, it made it even harder. 

And the fact that he was completely laughing his shell off didn’t help either. 

AND the fact that Donnie was making some dumb game out of this wasn’t helping either.

If there was one thing you needed to know about the youngest, it was that Mikey could not take the anticipation. At all.

Like, at. ALL.

And Donnie was just being pure Disney villain evil about it too. Which automatically made absolutely everything ten times worse…

Wait. Hold on a second…

What were even some purple Disney villain’s that Donnie resembled anyway?

Because at the end of the day the second oldest was a villain (no one just has uranium just casually stored in their room…), but Mikey just had to find out which villain. 

The Evil queen? Nah. Too princessy. 

Ursula? Nope. Too sea witchy. 

Maleficent? No. Too emo (even for Donnie). 

Dr. Facilier? …yes actually. 

Donnie and Dr. Facilier don’t have similar goals per se but they definitely do look similar. And they dance the same to. They boogie down like they’re wet noodles just coming out of a boiling pot. 

The box turtle isn’t usually known for throwing people under the bus…but somewhere, somehow, his purple cladded older brother was definitely on the watch list. 

Now…what was Mikey doing?

Oh, yeah! Getting absolutely murdered by his older brother. Fantastic.  

“Someone’s a little ticklish, huh?” The elder commented as the box turtle’s laughter kept ranging from a squeaky door to a door mouse. 

“GYAHAH— *squeak* WAHA— EEEEHEHAHA!!!”

“Don’t worry, take your time.” The scientist giggled back.

“PLEHEASE!! DAHA— *squeak*!!! IHI CAHAN’T MOOHOOHOOVE!”

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re not going to get up from my lap?”

Mikey screeched, hitting his brother’s plastron with his shell and carapace, “IHI PHYSICAHALLY CAHAHANNOT MOOHOOVE YOHOU FUHUCKIN—!!!” 

“I can give you until the count of ten. I’m adding an extra five seconds just because I’m so nice.”

“YOHOU AHARE NOHOWHERE NEAR NIHICE—“

“One…”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT!!!”

“Two…”

“DOHOH— *squeal* DEEHEE!”

“Three…”

“SHIHIHIT!!!”

“Four…”

“PLEHEHA— *squeal* MYHY GAHAHASH!”

“Five…”

“JUHUST GEHET OHOHON WIHITH IHIHIT!” 

“Six…”

“DOHOHONNIE!!”

“Seven…”

“I WIHILL KIHILL YOHOU IN YOHOUR SLEEHEEHEEP!”

“I’d like to see you try. Anyways, eight…”

“EEEEEEE!!!”

“Nine…”

“GOHODDAMIHIT!”

“Ten~!”

Mikey braced himself both physically and mentally as Donnie said that dreadful double digit number. He rested the back of his head on his older brother’s shoulder, closing his eyes and pursing his lips to prepare from the attack. 

But as the smaller mutant kept waiting and waiting…the tickles never came. The youngest hesitantly opened one eye as he saw his older brother’s fingers still wiggling right directly over his ribs. 

All the while, the elder just smirked evilly. The box turtle grumbled through his stifled giggles, looking up so he could glare fully at his brother.

Dr. Facilier looking ass…

“Here it comes…” The young genius said with anticipation, “Annnnny moment…”

The box turtle broke eye contact, just shutting his eyes tight as he could do absolutely nothing but wait for his brother to do the inevitable. “You must be absolutely dying knowing it’s coming…” Donnie commented as Mikey just about screamed, not being able to hold the dam that was holding his laughs in any longer.

The softshell smiled at the cackles, tracing his fingers on his younger brother’s stomach, “I’m just sointrigued to find out what would happen if I just..” He trailed off, randomly poking right below the art loving turtle’s ribs. 

The taller mutant just absolutely loved putting his brother’s on anticipatory rollercoaster’s when tickling them (as you can see).

“I could stay here alllllll day…” The elder mused, “My hands are riiiiiight here, Angleo~!”

“Fuhuhuck yohou…” Mikey giggled through gritted teeth, trying not to give his older brother an ounce of laughter whatsoever…but that ship has already sailed and went to a new ocean by now.  

“Oh, wow. Cussing me out now, hm?” The purple banded turtle questioned in disbelief as he landed a couple last pokes to Mikey’s lower ribs,  “NONONOHO NOHOHO! OHOMIGAHAHASH IHI’M SAHAHARRY!!!” The youngest immediately gave in and apologized, his laughs raising a higher octave than a flute ever possibly could as he descended into loud cackles. 

“Really? Your 'sahaharry?'”

“YEHES *squeal* YEHEHEHES!!!”

The elder hummed in acknowledgment, scribbling his nails all over his baby brother’s ribs. Happy tears appeared in the younger’s eyes as he could really do nothing but just laugh at this point in time. 

The youngest could barely even speak anymore, his giggles and squeals nearly drowning out his words, “STAHAH IHI C— *squeal* IHIHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHAHAN!” 

“Amused laugh. Angelo, please. I’m barely tickling you.” Donnie said as he now kneaded Mikey’s lowest rib. In result, the younger immediately jolted backwards, catching the older teen completely off guard. 

“OMIGOSH!!!” Donnie yelled in panic, his metal and meat fingers both stopping the tickling onslaught towards Mikey as he hugged him fully now. The scientist and the artist both fell down on the tile floor with the chair; the young geniuses battle-shell breaking their fall. 

There was a slight pause of silence before both of the brother’s broke into a large fit of laughter. Michelangelo stood, helping his brother up as they both continued to laugh.

“Thahat wahas…oho my gohosh…” The softshell snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he put the chair back to where it originally was. “Yohou lihiterally jumped uhus into tomorrow…” He commented. 

Michelangelo panted heavily and let out soft giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The box turtle’s face was burning from how hard he’d been laughing but also because of how flustered he was due to the situation. 

Mikey shrugged, “Whahat cahan I say? I’m aha mahahaster ahat acrobatics.” 

Donatello raised a brow teasingly, facing his younger brother, “Oho, so you can do acrobatics but you can’t dance?” 

“Okahay, now you juhust ruined thehehe moment.” 

The purple banded turtle just chuckled, closing his laptop and putting it to charge on the desk. The smaller turtle grinned, going next to Donnie, “Sohoooo! Does thahat mean yohou like meehee mohore thahahan your computer and coding~?”

Donatello shrugged, trying to look uninterested, “Eh. I suppose so.” 

“Awe, c’mon. You lohooove me.” 

“I tolerate you. To an extent, anyway.” 

“Wow. Thanks so much. I feel sooooo special.” Mikey deadpanned, putting a hand to his chest as Donnie hugged him. “As you should.” The elder said, glancing at his wrist-watch. “Hm. We should probably get some snacky-snacks…it’s around 1 p.m.” He stated, trying to walk to the exit/entrance but was stopped due to the result of the youngest still hugging him. 

Donatello sighed fondly, peering down to the teen in question, “Your not going to let go of me, are you?” 

“Nooope!” 

“Figured.” The scientist huffed softly, shaking his head. 

“Now let’s go to the kitchen!”Michelangelo beamed, him and Donnie shimmy-ing out of the purple room and into the hallway, on their way to find some 'snacky-snacks' to eat for lunch. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

YESSSIRRR!!! SO SILLY!

~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜~! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟻: 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟶𝟾𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗…𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚋𝚑 💖👍🏾

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Deehee! PlahaHEASE!! B-Beehee careful!” Raphael squeaked, covering up his face with his arms as Donatello sat on his thighs, tracing the bigger turtle’s sides gently.

“I’m always careful.” Donnie scoffed, now starting to pinch up and down his brother’s sides, “What? Do you not trust me to be?” 

Raph whined through his tiny giggles, shaking his head slightly as he buried his face deeper into his arms, “I doohoo! I-Ihits jUHUST— snrk— Gohohod yoHOU knOHOW already!” The eldest exclaimed as he stumbled over his words, a light and timid blush spreading across his face.

Today— well, this whole week Raph had been in a…mood.

A bad one.

Like, a really really bad one (and you know it’s bad if two really’s are involved). 

It got so bad to the point the red banded turtle literally flinched anytime one of his family members slightly moved their hands…

…So yeah. The mood was hitting hard.

And the alligator snapping turtle soon did realize said mood would only get worse if he didn’t do something about it…

…And as embarrassing as it was…he did ask his immediate younger brother for help. 

But Raphael would’ve deeply appreciated it if the other wasn’t so damn teasy about it! 

Well…maybe. 

“Iiiiii do not. Care to enlighten me?” The softshell hummed, crossing his arms in amusement. 

The older groaned, his blush deepening as his tail thumped against the bed, “Juhust beehee nihice, plehehease…” 

“But, Raphalla…your the one who asked to be ti—“

“AAAHHUGH! SHUHUT UP! IHI. KNOHOW.” The tallest turtle laughed through clenched teeth, hitting his brother with his tail.

The purple banded turtle let out a short 'oof' at the contact, shaking his head fondly as he poked the other in the stomach repeatedly, “I felt that on my battleshell…but most importantly, I felt that in my shattered, discombobulated heart….” The younger fake sniffled. 

“Oho sahahave me thehe theheatrics yohour fIHIHINE?!” Raphael squawked as his little brother dug his hands into his ribs. 

The young scientist let out small 'tsking' noises, shaking his head in fake/mock disappointment.  

“Here I am…tickling you just like you asked and this is how you’re repaying me?!” The purple banded turtle huffed, “What a cruel cruel world we live in…” He said as he made his way to the other turtle’s underarms.

The taller mutant almost immediatley put his arms down at the contact, holding his brother’s wrists as he shook his head in giddy panic, “N-Noho D-Deehee plehehease! Yohou c-cahahan’t—”

“I thought you wanted me to tickle you?” The light golden eyed mutant asked, biting back a smirk to make it seem like he was asking a genuine question. 

Raphael turned his head to the side, grumbling in between his giggles at the very mean remark.

“Then stop your bitch whining and let me do my magic.” The younger giggled, enjoying every singlesecond of Raph’s flustered and giggly state.

His dear older brother asked him for tickles and he was more than happy to deliver them!

But with tickles came teases…and Raph had to understand that.

You wouldn’t have pancakes without Maple syrup, would you?

Well…personally Donnie prefers his pancakes plain (with a small block of butter on top) but you get his point! 

The red banded mutant grumbled to himself again, slowly but surely raising his arms back to cover his face. 

The other teen stifled a laugh, scribbling his nails inside his elder brother’s arms, “G-GahaHAD Ihihi hahate you soHOHO MUHUCH…!” The taller turtle whined through his loud laughs.

“D'aww~! You don’t mean that; you love me~!” Donatello cooed.

“S-ShUHUT UHAHAP! Ihi soHO doohoo NAHahat!!!” The other retorted. 

“Pfft— you love me, Raphalla…just like how you love it riiiiiight…here~!” The younger snickered as he skittered his hands along the sides of the taller teen’s shell. 

Raph arched his back, letting out a loud squeal that shook the whole lair. 

Donnie momentarily flinched back at the sudden ear piercing shrill, but then immediately recovered as he went back tickling the spot.

“WAHAHAIT squeal NOHO snrk DEEHEE STAHAAAHAHAP!! Snrk STAHAP IHIT snrk GOHOHOH snrk SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!” 

“Mmmm…nah. I’m good.” The softshell shrugged. 

Suddenly, loud stomps could be heard from outside the young genius' door. Leonardo and Michelangelo burst into the room, both heavily panting, “WHO FUCKING DIED— oh! Hey, Don.” Leo said as he saw all was well and no one was getting absolutely slaughtered. 

“Oh! Leo, Mikey! How wonderful it is to see you on this very fine day. How are you both?” The second oldest asked as if he wasn’t tickling the absolute hell out of the eldest. 

“We’re fine, Dee.” The slider giggled as he saw the usual calm and collected of the four of them in such a giggly state, “Me and Mikester heard a scream and we thought something was wrong; but now we know your just tickling Raphie— so it’s all good.” 

“Whyhy are you tickling him, though? Did he steal your Atomic Lass action figure again?” The youngest asked curiously. 

“Not this time.” Donatello chuckled knowingly, “Raphie over here has been in a mood for quiiiiite some time now. So he kindly asked me to tickle him.” The purple banded teen said casually.

The two youngest’s exchanged a surprised yet mischievous glance with each other, non-verbally communicating with one another with just their eyes. 

The orange banded turtle put a hand on his hip, squinting his eyes at the eldest, “Waaaait wait wait wait wait…lemme get this straight.” Mikey exclaimed, “You were in a mood…and you didn’t come to me?!”

Raphael audibly gulped as Donnie slowly stopped, “M-Mihihikey ihit’s nohot lihihike thahat—!”

“Oh, no need to sugarcoat, Raphalla. It’s not your fault you like my tickles better.” The scientist interrupted happily as he turned his head to see his younger brother’s shocked and very offended faces. 

Leo let out a small, bitter huff of amusement, crossing his arms as he raised an eye ridge, “You gotta get those grotesque glasses of yours checked, Donathan 'cuz Raph likes my tickles the best! Right, Raph?!”

“Guhuhuys plehehease thihis ihihis soho—”

“HAH! As if. My tickles are as superb and supreme as superb and supreme tickles can get.” The box turtle said. 

“Then how come Raph came to me, hm?” Donnie taunted. 

The art loving turtle growled, pushing up his sweatshirt sleeves as he walked towards the bed, “WHATEVER! I’ll just have to prove it.”

The second youngest nodded, walking with his immediate younger brother, “Yeah! This is gonna be such a piece of cake and you two will see my tickles are the best.” The red eared slider grinned, sitting next to Raph’s shoulders as Mikey sat next to his ankles.

And good Lord the amount of ghost tickles tingling along the eldest should be so fucking illegal…

“Guhuhuys plehease! W-Weehee cahahan tahalk abohohout thihis!”

“Talk about what~? Talk about how you didn’t ask me for tickle tickle tickles and you asked Mr. Megamind over here instead~?” Leonardo teased as he fluttered his nails over the red banded mutants shoulder spikes.

“IHIHAHAT’S snrk NAHAT squeal THAHAT DEEHEEP— snrk LEEHEEO PLAHAHEASE!!” The chestnut eyed teen cackled, squirming so much his younger brother’s almost leaped in the air.

“Trying to get us off, huh, Raphilee~?” Michelangelo giggled snarkingly, putting one of the eldest’s foot in a headlock as the youngest scribbled mercilessly along it. 

“MIHIHI— snrk! LEEHEEO— snrk!! GUHUHUYS I CAHAN’T BREEHEEATHE!!!” The red banded teen cried, banging his fists on the mattress. 

Donatello chuckled evilly to himself, sneaking his hand to Raph’s stomach, “Oooooops~!” The glasses wielding mutant said playfully at the other below him bucked, shrieked and squealed.

The eldest of the four could not believe this was happening to him…

Well, he could. But it was still hard to grasp.

All three of his brother’s were tickling him…all. at. once.

It was the most flustering yet funnest thing to happen to him this week.

And all of this was most definitely helping with his current…mood.

“YOHOHOU snrk GUHUHUYS!! THIHIS snrk TIHICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!” Raphael screeched.

“No duh.” The smallest of the four said, tickling Raph’s med arch, “Now~! Wanna admit my tickles are the best~?”

“WEEHEE’RE STIHIHIHILL snrk OHON THAHAT?!”

“Yes!” The scarlet eyed turtle scoffed, “So~? Do you need more convincing or should I go to another spot~?”

The snapping turtle kicked his legs in a result, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back as the youngest now tickled the both of his feet.

Now how the hell was Raph supposed to choose?! 

As embarrassing as it was to admit…he loved all of his brother’s tickles— they were unique and silly in their own way!

Besides, even if he did have a favorite and exclaimed said favorite, the other two would just get offended and tickle him more! 

It was a lose-lose situation and Raphael was not here for it…

The eldest of the four shook his head, his cackles soon becoming giggles as his brother’s slowly stopped. 

“Whahaha…?” He opened his eyes to see his brother’s evilly wiggling their fingers slightly above his absolute worst spots.

Leo at his neck.

Mikey at his shoulder spikes (which the eldest isn’t even going to question how he got there in the first place).

And Donnie at the side of his shell.

Leonardo rested his chin on the red banded teen’s shoulder innocently, batting his eyes dramatically, “Last chance, bro-bro~!”

“Even though we all know you want this either way~!” The softshell quietly commented. 

…What a way to call a guy out…

The chestnut eyed teen whined through his laughter, putting a pillow to his face as his tail wagged like never before…

…He fucking hated how much he was enjoying this…

“J-Juhuhust gehet ohon wihihith snrk ihihat…” The tallest turtle grumbled lowly, his blush becoming so red it blended in with his bandana.

“With pleasure~!” Donnie teased, wriggling his fingers slightly above the sides of his older brother’s shell.

The lime green eyed teen cracked his knuckles dramatically then started to wiggle his fingers fordramatic effect, “Alright~! On my count, hermano’s~!”

“One~!”

“Twooooooooo~!”

“Wait…what comes after two?” The second youngest fake pondered, tapping his fingers on the side Raphael’s neck, making the oldest’s giggles rise more in anticipatory giggles.

“LEEHEEO!!”

“Oh yeah, that’s right~! Three~!” The blue banded teen teased near the tallest turtle’s ear before blowing a raspberry in the crook of his neck whilst scribbling his hand on the other side of the taller’s neck. 

Mikey lightly nibbled Raph’s shoulder spikes as Donnie tickled the sides of Raph’s shell…

And the eldest went ballistic. 

He thrashed and screamed and hollered so loudly his younger brother’s were so sure they were all going to fall off of the bed!

“Hoholy shihihit…tickles that bad, huh, Raphie~?” The scientist snickered.

“NOHOHAHA— SNRK!! PLAHA— SNRK SNRK!!! SHIHIHAHAT! SHIHIT!! PLAHAHAH— SQUEALNAHAHAH!!!” The tallest turtle cackled madly, squeezing his eyes shut again as happy tears started to roll down his face. “PUHUH— SNRK PLEHEASE! YOHOU F-FUHUHUCKIN'— SNRK!!! STAHAHAHAP!!!” 

“Cussing us out, now~?! Wowwww, Raphie~! I knew you wanted tickles but I didn’t know you wanted them this bad~!” The art loving mutant giggled.

“Have you guys got his palms yet?” The red eared slider casually asked as the chestnut eyed mutant’s blood ran cold.

…They wouldn’t.

They wouldn’t…

…Oh, who was Raph kidding?! Of course they would!

Leonardo grinned evilly as Mikey and Donnie shook their heads. The lime green eyed teen gently grabbed his eldest brother’s wrist and scribbled a single finger across his palm.

The older howled with laughter, getting so tired from squirming he just layed limp on the bed. 

“NONONONOHOHOHO PLAHAAAAHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOT— SNRK!! NAHAH YOHOU GUHUYS!!!” The snapping turtle cried out helplessly, his tail wagging like crazy.

“Please~? Please whaaaat~?” Donatello asked.

“STAHAHA— SNRK!! STAHAHP TIHI— HIC!! NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“D'aww~! You want us to stop, big guy~? Are you sure~? Cuz I could do this for hours~!” Leo grinned smugly.

“NOHO! IHIHI GIHIHIVE!! IHIHI— SQUEAK! RAHAHAPH GIHIVES!” The large mutant squealed frantically, causing his brother’s to slowly stop the tickling and sit next to his sides.

Raph giggled at the phantom tickles, wiping the happy tears that ran down his face with his thumb, “Yohou hic hic guhuhuys suhuck…” He mumbled.

“Ohhh I see. So you didn’t like it?” The youngest asked, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“…N-Nohoh..Ihi hic dihihid…” Raphael giggled, his tail swishing back and forth on the matress in a happy and relaxed motion. 

“That’s what we thought.” Michelaneglo huffed in triumph as Donnie and Leo nodded in agreement. 

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

oh my god bro my draft was deleted

he saw your search history.