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yeah. I made my name juice.

This is really freaking cute!

Mikey's cooking (mis)adventures part 2! :3

How these doodles turned into little series, I have no idea...but I'm not complaining -I'm having so much fun, drawing this!

And here's a small bonus:

Over time, Mikey becomes quite a chef! ;3

part 1

~~!Masterpost!~~

Tickletober Day 14- Lose

This is a 2003 fic!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raphel

TW!: SWEARING!

This has spoilers for early season 4 of the show! It has a major plot point referenced, so beware if you haven't watched that far yet!

"Mikey, if I hear ya say that one more time."

The youngest giggled, racing ahead of his brother, and leaping skillfully to the next rooftop. "Say what? I'm just stating the facts. We totally shredded Shredder!"

Raphael groaned, accelerating enough to make the jump across buildings, and charged at the orange-themed turtle. He flung himself at Mikey, latching onto the back of his shell and taking the both of them to the ground. "I warned ya-.."

Mikey screamed as he was thrown to the ground, covering his head and torso with his arms just in time to avoid being smacked face-first into the concrete. "Raph! What the shell, man!"

The elder grunted an "oops", glad that Leo and Don weren't out on patrol with them, or he'd never hear the end of it about 'safety'. He sat on his brother's legs, tugging his arms out from underneath him to pin down with his knees. "Don't act like you're Mr. Innocent ov'a here. You've had this coming ever since we beat the Shredder f'er good."

Mikey was plunged into a fit of laughter, letting out a shriek as his ribs were drilled into. Oh how he wished his shell covered the sides of him too...

"AAAHAHAAH! Buhut- Hehe lost sO BAHAAD!"

Raph huffed, digging his fingers almost roughly into the grooves of the younger's ribcage. "I know. I was there, Mike. I think ya need a lesson about losin' y'erself.."

The nunchuck-user pulled desperately on his hands, but the weight of his brother kept them pinned. He kicked his legs out, feet slapping on the roof below the two, cheek smushed against the concrete. The elder reached lower and squeezed his brother's side, smirking at the shrill laughter it elicited. "What? 'S not like I'm hurtin' ya. What're ya getting so worked up about?"

Mikey shut his eyes, shoulders bouncing from the force of his laughter. He gasped for breath, writhing underneath his big brother. "NAHAHAH- STOHOP IHIIT! hic! RAHAHAPH! STOHOP! SNRT-"

Amusement lit up the sai-user's eyes at the noise, and he pressed a little harder into the soft flesh of the younger's side. "What was that, huh? Ya tryin' ta tell me somethin'?"

Mikey's laughter went silent for a second, before coming back full force. He bucked and squirmed, trying to push his brother off of him, to no avail. "FAHAHAACK! NOHOT THEHEHEERE!" He shrieked as hands tickled at his hips, and tried to kick at the other.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck, alright? I told ya how many times to shut up, only for ya to keep yappin' about the Shredder losin'. 'Til ya decide to stop talkin', I ain't stoppin'." Mikey let out a high whine, jolting around and cackling. "IHI CAHAAN'T! SNRT- RAHAPH, IT HA- hic! TIHIHICKLES! PFAHAH!"

"Are ya gonna stop?"

"YEHEHE- OHOKAHAHAY! SNRT- OKAYOKAY IHI'LL STOHOP! IHI SWEHEHEAR!"

"Say it."

Mikey cackled, pressing himself into the hard ground as much as he could to evade the tickling. He snorted loudly, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. Raph was definitely the roughest tickler in the family, there was no doubt about that.

"HAAH! IHI- IHI'LL STOHOHOP! I'LL STOHOHOOP! SNRT- PLEHEASE, RAHAHAPH- HEHEHELP!"

Damp eyes squinted open when the tickling didn't stop, meeting what was probably the most complacent face he'd ever seen. "Nah, this is too much fun. Sorry, little brother."

"RAHAAPH! IHI HAHAHATE YOHOUAHAH! HAHAH!"

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They're such brothers- I love '03 so much! ♥️ 🧡

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🎃Tickletober🎃

Day 1- Anticipation

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

Donnie's an evil older brother, so of course he has to make things difficult for Leo! He shouldn't have been in his lab in the first place.

Everything's gonna be days late. I got hit by a fucking hurricane, lost power for a week, and had my entire property destroyed °v°

“Give that back you gremlin!” Donnie hissed, shoving back from his desk and leaping to his feet as Leo jumped back, holding his screwdriver with a taunting smirk.

“Actually I'm a turtle,” Leo teased with a smug grin, “Wow, and you're supposed to be the smart one!”

“You-!”

“Me!? I already know I'm the smart one!” Leo laughed, jumping away when Donnie lunged for him.

“Give it back, Leo!”

"Nah, think I'll keep it,” Leo grinned, “Buuut I'll give it back on one condition!”

“And what's that?” Donnie asked, beyond exasperated and wanting to get back to working on the drive.

“You leave your lab for a few hours and eat dinner,” Leo said, and watched in real time as Donnie's face shifted into an even angrier glare.

“I have work to do!”

“Guess you don't need this for it!” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out at Donnie and sprinting for the door.

“LEO!”

Leo yelped as a weight bearled into his shell, making him crash onto the floor. He quickly flipped over, shoving the screwdriver in the pouch on his back and grinned triumphantly.

“Try and get it now!” Leo taunted, laughing at the fed up look on Donnie's face.

“Give it back,” Donnie hissed, snatching Leo's wrists into one hand and trying to roll his most annoying brother over.

“Leave the lab then!”

“No!”

“Then cowabummer bro, you're not getting it,” Leo said firmly, and he could see Donnie thinking up a plan.

“You're going to give it back,”

“Only if you leave the lab,”

“I think I can change your mind,” Donnie said with an evil, mad scientist grin.

“Sure,” Leo said, rolling his eyes and grinning cockily, “I'd like to see you try.”

His arms were suddenly pinned above his head, robotic arms having come from Donnie's battle shell to pin them.

“This won't work!” Leo said frantically, eyes widening as Donnie did a corny evil scientist laugh.

“Then suffer!”

Leo squirmed violently as Donnie raised his hand high above his stomach, wiggling his fingers menacingly.

“Donnie- don't!” Leo squeaked, squirming and kicking his legs to try and get Donnie off of him.

“The screwdriver!”

“Not till you leave the lab!”

“Fine then!”

And Donnie's hand shot down. Leo squealed, his eyes scrunching shut and giggling loudly.

Nothing.

He peaked one eye open, seeing Donnie's hand where it was before, but moving slowly down, his fingers wiggling.

“Donnie- DohohoHOHOnie!” Leo giggled frantically, squirming and arching around.

He squeezed his eyes shut as Donnie's hand almost touched his stomach, squealing loudly and gigging hysterically.

Again- nothing!

Leo's eyes shot open and he gasped as he saw Donnie's hand high up in the air again.

“Juhuhust gehehet ihit ohohover- snrt! Wihihith!” Leo exclaimed between his frantic giggles.

“I haven't even done anything yet, calm down,” Donnie said with a smirk, and started slowly lowering his hand again.

Leo squealed, doubling in his frantic squirming and laughing and kicking frantically.

He looked at Donnie's hand, glaring through the flush on his cheeks as he saw it was back where it'd begun.

“What's wrong, 'Nardo? What's so funny to you?” Donnie teased meanly, wiggling his fingers and grinning as Leo giggled more.

“StahahAHAp! Juhuhust do ihit ahahalreheheady!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically.

“Just give me my screwdriver already!” Donnie retorted, moving his hand slowly towards Leo's stomach.

“NO- NOHOHO! SNRK! DOHONNIE!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in hysterics as he squirmed and cackled.

Donnie grinned, lifting his hand back up, “I'm going to do it this time! I'm going to tickle your wittle ticklish tummy!”

“DOHOHN'T SAHAHAY THAHAT!” Leo squealed, face turning bright red in embarrassment and squirming around violently as Donnie's hand got closer and closer to his stomach.

Leo's squeezed his eyes shut, then squealed when he felt hands scribbling along his underarms.

“AHAHA- WHAHAT!? YOHOHOU SAHAHAID-!” Leo cackled, squirming as Donnie tickled his underarms.

“Oh you're going to get it now!” Donnie threatened, slowly tickling down Leo's ribs and making the slider squeal.

He was right about to tickle his stomach, and Leo was squirming violently and cackling and snorting frantically.

And then Donnie started pinching at his thighs instead.

“DEEHEHEHE! STAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, drumming his feet on the floor and laughing loudly. His hands flapped from where they were trapped.

“Stop what? Didn't you tell me to get it over with?” Donnie said meanly, pinching Leo's hips and making his younger brother shriek.

“DAHAHA- YOHOHOU! NAHAHA- EEEE! DOHOHOHOHNNIE! SNRT!” Leo screamed, cackling like mad as Donnie tickled his hips.

Donnie grinned as Leo's eyes squeezed shut and he lightly skittered his fingers over Leo's belly.

“AHH- AHHAHAHA! DEE- PLEHE- EEEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!” Leo shrieked, the ticking sensation across his tummy made a thousand times worse from all the anticipation of being tickled there.

“I CAHAHAN'T! STAHAHAP! OHOHOKAY!” Leo squealed, “YOHOHOU CAN SNRT TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!”

“I dunno,” Donnie mused, skittering his fingers all over Leo's tummy as he shrieked and squealed with laughter, “How do I know you won't take it back?”

“I WOHOHON'T! I WOHOHON'T! PLEHEHEASE! DAHAHANNIE! PLE- SNRK! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, snorting loudly between his laughter.

“Fine,” Donnie relented, not wanting to accidentally kill the slider, “But one last thing!”

“Wha- OHOHOHO MY PIHIHIHZZA SUHUHUPREHEHEME! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!” Leo screamed as Donnie started blowing raspberries all over his tummy.

Donnie drew back as Leo's laughter had started going silent and wheezing, and he grinned at the slider, “You alive?”

“Noho! I'm dehehead!” Leo said dramatically, curling up as his hands were finally freed.

Donnie took the screwdriver from the couch, tossing it onto his desk with a smug look and bringing Leo a bottle of water from the mini fridge underneath it.

“Will you come up for dinner with us? For your favorite twin you almost killed?” Leo asked with puppy-dog eyes.

“Ugh- fine,” Donnie groaned as Leo cheered, “This is not good for my bad boy image.”

Tickletober Day 21- Costume

This is a Tottmnt fic!

Lee: Mikey (and a bit of lee Donnie)

Ler: Donnie

TW!: None!

"Hey guys~ Check me out!"

Donnie walked into the living room, striking a pose in front of his brothers. They had all spent the last week preparing and figuring out Halloween costumes, and were finally showing the others what they had chosen. There was an immediate reaction of giggling, until Mikey, in his nyan-cat outfit, gasped.

"Oh my gosh! Are you Bill Nye?"

Donnie grinned, nodding excitedly as he pointed to himself. "The Science Guy!" Raph shook his head in amusement, chuckling along with Leo on the couch. The youngest ran up to his brother, walking around him and smiling excitedly. "Broo, it looks awesome! Lovin' the bowtie too, by the way."

The nerdy-mutant smiled back, then suddenly yelped as one of his brother's hands reached for his neck. Mikey had only started fiddling with the bowtie, unintentionally sliding his finger over the elder's collarbone. "What? Did I hurt you?" He paused his hand, face turning to a more concerned one at the noise.

"No! Just uh.. caught me by surprise." Donnie assured, waving his hands in front of him. The shorter shrugged, moving to his sibling's side and felt at the white lab coat, hand smoothing over the side. "Where'd you get the coat from? It fits you so well!"

The elder shifted, face cracking into a forced smile at the feeling. His body lurched a little, urging him to get away. Okay, that was it. He didn't care if Mikey was doing this on purpose or not, he was not about to start laughing in front of his brothers when nothing even happened.

Donnie flipped around, and grabbed onto Mikey's sides through his costume. The turtle let out a shrill shriek, flapping his arms about before going to push the purple-themed mutant's hands away. "EEEIIIIE! Whahat did I doho? I juhust aha- asked a quehestion!"

Donnie just squeezed at his sides a couple times, having to kneel down when the younger practically death-dropped to the floor. Mikey squeaked, and flipped around onto his back, kicking at the elder. "Ohow! What the heck, don't kick me!"

In retaliation, the purple turtle moved up to sit on his legs, drilling his fingers into the younger's belly. The younger just about screamed, bursting into crazed giggles, his arms coming up to slap at his brother. "THEhehen dohohon't tiHIckle mehe! Hahaha!"

Donnie sighed, scratching a bit harder at his sibling's ticklish plastron. The sensation was muted through the Poptart-shaped clothes, but it still seemed to be getting a reaction. "Sorry, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. It's out of my hands." At the last word, he reached higher, and pressed his hands into the other's underarms. Mikey laughed louder, legs kicking about behind the two, and pressed his elbows down. He threw his head back, hiccupping as the tickling went on.

From where he was watching, Leo saw the start of happy tears forming in his baby brother's eyes, and figured he should probably stop the interaction before it escalated. "Hey, Don. Maybe give it a rest, he doesn't look too good." Donnie looked up, then back down at the younger. A mirthful tear escaped the orange-themed turtle's eye, and the elder took that as his cue to stop.

Mikey pressed his eyes shut, wrapping his limbs around himself as he giggled. After a second, he reached up to wipe at his eyes. Donnie scooted off of him, and the nunchuck-user gave him a look through his smile. The glasses-wearing teen put his hands up. "Whahat?"

After catching the rest of his breath, the youngest lunged up and tackled his sibling. Donnie screamed, being sent to the floor quicker than he could process, and instantly flailed at the touch on his sides. "NAHah- Mihikeeey!"

The younger only shook his head, almost roughly dragging his nails down the bo-staff-user's sides. "I don't wanna hear it! Attacking me when I didn't even do anything is not cool!"

There was a screech, a series of 'sorries' flying from the scientist's mouth. It was a wonder that their father hadn't come rushing in from all of the yelling.. And how ironic for the elder to be attacked, when that was the exact opposite of his intention in tickling his little sibling.

"Nononono- Noho, Mikey Ihi'm saharry! SahAHAHARRY! AHAHAHACK!"

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I had no ideas for this one, but hey, I got it done! Hopefully some of you like it 👍

Sorry this is late, and have a great day!

ME AS WELL!! 😌😌😌

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

ON A BETTER NOTE, I DID IN FACT SEE THE TMNT 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMIC THINGIE! AND I LOVE IT!!! FREAKING- IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE RISE! DESIGNS, THE 2012 STORY- ALL OF IT!

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to tag you in posts they think you’ll like even if you don’t talk often.