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oh it’s been a while hasnt it? sorry, ive been busy (and went through a minor mental relapse) and i just got another computer. [this one is actually new though so hopefully it’ll last me a while.]
and, yeah, my blog looks really gross and i think that im going to edit it. i’ll need to get back into the flow of things, so give me a few days. for now, like this for a starter.
wHELP IM DONE.
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Art © MondoGecko I can use him for any verse of TMNT.
[ Full Name - Madoka Hayashi ] [ Species - Mutant Turtle ] [ Gender - Male ] [ Aliases - N/A ] [ Nicknames - Tortuga (nickname by Christopher)] [ Age - 23 years ] [ Orientation - Homosexual ] [ Occupation - Ninja (knows how to fight and how to be stealthy. but doesn’t fight.) ] [ Religious Belief - Atheist ] [ Personality - Timid, and not very courageous, he prefers not to resort to violence. He’s a shy, socially awkward, turtle, although he dislikes being alone. When he is alone, he slips into panic attacks. Once comfortable with someone, he is very kind and compassionate towards them. It’s very difficult to make him angry but, once he is, he can be extremely aggressive. He won’t hurt the person, but he’ll be very moody towards the person. He’s patient and willing to listen to other’s situations. He likes to offer advice whenever it is asked of him and enjoys helping others. Despite his age, it’s very easy to get him to cry. He also likes to collect things - especially things that are the color blue. ] [ Appearance - He is a yellow slider - his unusual markings caused by all the injections he had experienced. He has three large claws on each hand, but he does not use them for fighting. (They are clipped once they grow too long.) He wears a ninja belt, but he does not have any weapons on them. He only uses it to carry things that he needs to use. Due to being bad at keeping the time, he wears a necklace around his neck with a clock attached. The second necklace was a memento from his best human friend. He’s a sucker for blue eyeshadow and blue bows. He likes to put them on his legs, and neck, to make him look ‘pretty’. He keeps a bandage on his leg in an effort to hide that it’s robotical. ] [ History - Taken to a science lab shortly after his mutation, he didn’t have a very good start. He was tested on constantly, always being injected (or having his blood taken) with needles. He developed a phobia towards them because of this and began to have panic attacks whenever they were used on them. Thus, the scientists had to move onto other ways of testing him. They decided to test his cognitive abilities. That is how they learned how he could speak and write. He learned by imitating what they did. One of the scientists took a genuine interest in this and decided to bring him home with him. After bringing him home, he continued the studies. As he neared age five, the science lab had gotten broken into and their findings had been sabotaged. For some unknown reason, the young mutant had also been kidnapped. He had been taken by a teenage boy that had been interested in him. The two became friends and the teenage boy kept him hidden from his family. He taught the mutant proper manners and was almost a parent figure. But, with college approaching, the teenage knew he had to find him a more suitable home. He took the mutant to live with his childhood mentor, explaining the mutant’s past to him. The mentor, whom was also a ninja, took pity and decided to rear the mutant for the remainder of his childhood. He disciplined him and became his permanent parent. The man gave him whatever he wanted and, even, gave him a more appropriate name. He got the child pretty much whatever he wanted - even getting him a puppy. Eventually, he began to get curious about the outside world. He took his first steps outside, although his past life quickly caught up to him. One of the scientists that had worked on him, he had gone insane from having his work constantly be destroyed, found him as he walked the streets alone. Once again, he was kidnapped. But this kidnapping did not harbor any good results. The scientist removed a portion of his leg, replacing it with a robotical one. With his ‘work’ done, he dumped the mutant in front of the mentor’s house. The mentor, horrified upon seeing him, took him inside. He did not scold him for taking off, the mutant learned his lesson from waking up, instead he hugged and comforted him. Upon learning his lesson, he promised his mentor that he would use the shadows when he went out like a true ninja would. As long as he didn’t have to fight like one. ] [ Likes - Reading, drawing, dogs, peace ] [ Dislikes - Science labs, loud noises, violence, threats, scientists ] [ Phobias - Autophobia (fear of being alone), Aichmophobia (fear of needles)]
[ Family - Master Hayashi (father and mentor) ] [ Pets - Ricky (Dog given to him by his Master) ] [ Friends - Christopher (childhood friend) ]
He breathed a sigh of relief as Raphael helped him down. Only to stiffen when he realized how close the red clad turtle was to him. His face heated up and he took a couple steps away from him. He silently noted that Raph’s touch was strange - though not in a uncomfortable way. He chewed his bottom lip then blurted out, “I-I wanna make a good first impression!” His cheeks suddenly turned a dark crimson and he turned his head away quickly. “I-I don’t know how I’m supposed to act a-around you. I-I’ve only been around humans. Though not all humans were nice to me...” He said. The memory of needles made him shudder and caused his eyes to close.
“Wh-When I was first mutated... I had a whole bunch of terrible things done to me by humans.” He lifted a hand to point to the strange yellow swirls that covered his body. “Th-The science lab did this. It was awful. All scientists are really evil, trust me. One of them w-went crazy and took half of my leg off. That’s why...” His voice trailed off and he fell silent. He knew that Raphael had already figured out about his leg - even though he had desperately wanted him not to. “I got away from the science lab though. My best friend, Ch-Christopher, helped me to escape.” He smiled a little as he spoke of his friend. “Christopher is w-wonderful to me. H-He’s the one that kept me secret. Until I got too old and it became too difficult... then I got to live with S-Sensei...”
He paused, as he realized that he was telling Raphael about himself. His hands went to his mouth. “S-Sorry, I forgot that you wanted m-me to w-wait. I-I didn’t mean to blabber like that.” His eyes darted out towards the streets. It still seemed as though there were no humans lurking around. “U-Um, wh-what should we d-do now?” He questioned. He still wanted to learn more about Raphael and he’d just blurted out about himself. He’d already given Raph an advantage over him.
He found himself looking Raph over once more. Though he doubted it was from curiosity that time. He found himself, once again, looking over the hothead’s muscles. “Wh-Where’d you get those scars from?” He asked. The question was more to distract himself. They’d only just met, Madoka couldn’t allow himself to get interested like that with him. Raphael probably didn’t even like males and would be disgusted if Madoka tried dating him.
How do I even know if I’ll even see him again after this? He wondered with a pang. It had taken a long time for him to meet Raphael the first time. He’d probably never see the hothead again after that night. The thought made him feel the tiniest pang of loneliness. He’d been the only one of his kind before he met Raphael, but he’d never felt lonely.
feeling more muse for madoka than leonardo. i’M TRASH.
Madoka blinked upon hearing Raphael’s chuckle. He tipped his head to the side, curious to know what the red banded turtle found to be so funny. He was debating about whether or not he should ask, when Raphael started to speak again. For a moment, he was disappointed. He wanted to show Raphael some of the places he went to. Maybe it’d give Raph some ideas as to where he could hide. He probably doesn’t need anymore hiding places. He reminded himself. Raph appeared to be older, from what he could tell.
He glanced down at his leg after Raph asked his question. His leg had been severed and replaced with a fully functioning robotic one. He suddenly felt self-conscious and immediately placed his good leg in front of the bad one. “U-Um... y-yeah... I’ll be able to climb quietly.” He murmured. He chewed his bottom lip anxiously, hoping that would be the case. He didn’t feel comfortable explaining to Raphael what had happened to him as a younger mutant quite yet. Not until they got out of the alleyway where anyone could see or overhear them. Thinking that others could eavesdrop made him increasingly more self-conscious. It did aide in something though -- it distracted him from thinking about all the questions he desired to ask Raphael.
He approached the Fire Escape and grimaced for a moment. “J-Just to warn you,” He chose his words carefully, “S-Something happened to one of my l-legs. It’s hard to me to climb. I-I may need help.” He felt embarrassed and guilty. Raph had just saved him and, now, Madoka was asking for more assistance. “A-Actually... u-um...” He felt slightly nervous. Was he making a bad impression of himself? He wished he hadn’t mentioned his leg at all. “N-Nevermind. F-Forget I said anything.” Before he said anything more incriminating, he grabbed a hold of the Fire Escape and started to haul himself up.
He’d not even gotten half way when his robotic leg slipped. He gasped and tightened his grip; heart hammering within his chest. He was fine, though his embarrassment grew. He lifted his leg and attempted to correct himself; though he was clearly struggling to do so.
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The Lair was unnaturally quiet at that particular moment. It was rather late at night and Leonardo had just finishing up with training. Normally, he would have went straight to bed. Until he noticed Lola sitting by herself on the couch; watching television. It seemed like the perfect moment to strike – though not in a vicious way. He sat down beside her, his mind already made up with what he wanted to do. He watched the television for a few moments, he wasn’t completely watching it though, though he said nothing to Lola.
After a few moments, a small grin crept up along his beak. He was about to do something that he’d never done before. With all of his ninja speed, he grabbed a hold of her waist and promptly set her into his lap. “Hello,” He greeted with a chuckle; his grin turned into a warm smile as he did so. “Hope you don’t mind.” Without another word, he leaned his head forward and rested it against the front of her neck; closing his eyes as he did so. He was tired, more like exhausted, and he desired the closeness of another being. What better being than his own lover?
He opened his eyes for a moment as the nagging thought of being caught distracted him. Did he really even care? Sure, his brothers would tease him, but they’d get bored eventually. Besides, they should have already suspected something, just from the way Leonardo looked at her. Though, judging from the snoring, that at least two of his siblings were fast asleep. He reckoned that they were Raphael and Michelangelo. He normally heard them when they went to bed however. Perhaps he’d focused more on his training than usual – or maybe he was thinking about Lola.
“Mm… did Raph and Mikey go to sleep?” He mumbled against her fur. He was fairly certain that he knew the answer, but he just wanted something to talk about. To have some other noise than just the television. Which, at that particular moment, seemed to be rather far away.
Leonardo wasn’t up for a fight either. He’d just wanted to get some fresh air and stretch his legs. Perhaps even train a bit before he had to get his brothers for patrol. Though this brute had clearly put a dash in his plans. He narrowed his eyes at the other, as he could sense that danger was about to head right in his direction. He instinctively tensed, though he did not bring his hands up to his katanas. Not yet anyhow.
Then was the word -- Karai. He worked for the Shredder? The blue clad stared at him, momentarily taken aback. He shook his head, as he realized that it made sense. Of course, Shredder would want a mutant to work for him. That saying, this was Leonardo’s first meeting with Bebop. He should have known why the brute had made that statement. Did that mean Bebop had already met his siblings? Why hadn’t his siblings told him if they had? Leonardo didn’t dare ask.
Momentarily distracted by his thoughts, he did not realize that Bebop was charging at him. Not until he felt the blade of the knife dig into his flesh. He snarled, half from pain and half from anger, then jumped backwards. He glared at the other before he brought his hands up his katanas and drew them from their sheaths. He’d have to think about the questions darting around in his head later; when he had more time.
He crouched down slightly as he prepared for a counter-attack. His teeth were bared aggressively before he leaped at the other.
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As far as siblings went, Leonardo felt that the least likely to pull anyone into their laps was Raphael. Yet, there the hothead was, pulling Leo into his lap. For a brief moment, the leader felt like a kid again. Though he was hardly in the mood to look back on the memories of his youth. He huffed in annoyance and pulled himself away from his younger sibling. He shot him a fierce glare before he flopped back down onto his meditation mat. His eyes close as he tried to regain his focus. He expect some kind of agitated remark from Raphael so he opened one eye to glance over at him.
“I’m not in the mood to wrestle, Raph. Why don’t you go fool around with Mikey? I heard him complaining about being bored just a few moments ago.” He grunted. He closed his eyes, though a small part of him wished that he had at least wrestled a bit with the red clad. But he was far too enveloped with meditation and training. Like he did much else. A part of him knew why Raphael had seeked him out over Michelangelo and Donatello. The youngest tended to take things a little bit too far when messing around. As for Donnie, it was difficult to tear him away from his work.
Then again, Leonardo didn’t even know whether or not Raphael had wanted to wrestle. For all he knew, the hothead may have wanted to give him a hug or be affectionate. Still, Leonardo was not in the mood. “You know how much a hate being disturbed during meditation.” A lecture was ready upon the blue clad’s tongue. It was not that he wanted to lecture Raph, he’d lectured his brothers many times about disturbing him, but he hoped it would encourage Raphael to leave.
sORRY. THESE PAST FEW DAYS HAVE BEEN BUSYYYY.
uh... like this for a starter, i guess. tho, i have to warn you, leo’s being extremely picky.
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After a few minutes pondering in what to do, Donatello left the lab and went to the bathroom, he knocked on the door. Sure he was busy, sure he had a lot of things to do but that’s something he is always: busy and working.
It’s been long since he spend quality time with his mate; finding time is always an issue and they’re often doing other things with their brothers, training, patrolling and such then Donatello chooses to bury himself with work. Well, tonight he had enough.
He misses Leo and he thinks he should do this more often. “Hi..” He smiled when he opened the door. “Sorry.. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything I was just wondering if I could join you.” He smiled charmingly.. Or tried to. “It’s been a while since we spend some time together. I can wash your shell too if you want.” He offered.
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Leonardo was not going to lie. He’d felt extremely lonely recently. He even felt as though Donatello was not interested in him anymore. He knew he should know better than to think something like that, obviously Donatello cared for him very much, but it was hard not to think it. He understood Donnie was busy, but he found it difficult to tear Don away from his work to do anything. Even when they were together, Raphael and Michelangelo were normally involved. Leonardo couldn’t very well engage in their relationship with them around. It was a depressing ordeal all the way around.
“Hi,” He greeted in response. He opened his mouth to ask what Don was doing there. Though the genius already answered him before he could say a word. He blinked. So, he wanted to join Leonardo? Leo couldn’t recall the last time they had bathed together. A smile played across his lips and he immediately nodded. “Of course you can join me.” He hoped that their other siblings wouldn’t notice them bathing together. At that particular moment, he found that he didn’t much care. It been ages since they’d done anything together and their brothers were normally the ones that got in the way. Let them through questioning gazes in their direction when they stepped out of the bath. Leonardo already had an answer at the ready.
The offer to wash his shell distracted the leader. His smile widened at the idea. Having his shell washed always soothed the normally stressed blue clad. “That would be nice of you Donatello, thank you.” He murmured. The situation was not entirely Don’s fault. Leonardo had already known that he’d have to be the one to make Donnie have more time for him. He found it to be rather difficult, however, as he disliked forcing his brothers to spend time with him. He did not mind forcing them for their own benefit, but he found it difficult to force them for his benefit.
Madoka felt a strange sense of excitement when Raphael agreed. He wanted to ask him his questions right then and there, until Raph motioned for him to remain silent. He nodded and quietly waited for the hothead to speak. He nodded a little and followed his gaze, quite anxiously, towards the street. He knew full well what would happen if a human saw them. Especially... if they were a scientist. He had to hold back a whimper at the mere thought. He didn’t want to look like a complete coward.
“Y-You’re right, i-it isn’t safe here.” He agreed. “Th-Those guys m-might come back.” He seriously doubted that. Raphael had given them a thorough beating. It’d be foolish of them to return. “I kn-know of a few places we c-could talk pr-privately.” He offered. He went to those places rather frequently as well. They allowed him to get out of the house but still remain hidden. From what he’d observed, people never went to them. If they did, then the younger mutant had yet to see them. “U-Unless you kn-know of better places.” He said, as he tried to remain polite.
He was uncertain as to exactly why, but he found himself looking Raphael over again. There was something about the various scars and knicks that intrigued him. They did not seem to be from the normal wear and tear. Rather, it seemed that they were battle scars. Did that mean that Raphael had hurt others? His cautiousness returned. He didn’t want to get on Raph’s bad side. But, being that Raphael was so battle torn, that obviously meant he was experienced in the streets. Perhaps he did know of better places.
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There Lola was again, taking the leader by surprise. She never ceased to amaze him. Here he thought that he was the only one that could take others by surprise. Sure, Leonardo equally managed to surprise her, though she seemed to be one step ahead of him. Perhaps that was one of the things he loved about her. He stared at her, his mouth open for a moment. Then he closed it and looked away quickly.
“You... You really pay that much attention to my hindquarters?” He asked with a hint of confusion. Leonardo never actually got to look at his rear, but he assumed that there was nothing more than muscles there. So the praise had obviously confused him. Or... maybe she was talking about his tail? He supposed that his tail could be considered ‘cute’ by some. But he was fairly certain that he’d heard her correctly. She’d complimented his butt.
The eldest wasn’t gonna lie, he’d stolen a few peeks at Lola’s rear. It was almost impossible for him not to, given the fact there her cute little fluffy tail was addicting. He had a hard time looking away. He’d never complimented her butt because... well... Leonardo was a more private and reserved fellow. Besides, he’d never really gotten the opportunity, with his siblings around.
Yet, that night, he’d actually managed to get her into his room. A rare opportunity, given the fact he struggled to put his brothers to the back of his mind. Still, even while in private, Leo was taken aback. As he rarely got praised, the leader flashed her a rare smile. “...I appreciate it Lola. I’ll admit... I’ve stolen a few looks at your butt too. I gotta say -- it’s adorable. Especially when your tail happens to twitch.” It felt weird, admitting it out loud, but it wasn’t like Lola would tell anyone.
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he groans, leans back, makes a show of being an absolute child.
❝ –can’t i have O N E D A Y where i don’t run into some damn turtles?! can’t i just have a run-in with some thugs for once? ❞
Leonardo was not too enthralled by the situation either. But for a different reason. He’d thought that he was being stealthy enough. However, he’d forgotten that hogs had a great sense of smell. He grit his teeth at the other, an annoyed expression playing across his face. Looked like he needed to practice more. Not that he minded - he loved the practice.
“Sorry, for disappointing you. I’ll do better in the future by staying as far away from you as possible.” He said sarcastically. What had pissed this guy off, seriously? Leonardo had pretty much been minding his own business. He snorted then glanced down at the city below. Though he was mildly curious. Had he bumped into one of Leonardo’s siblings or something?
“Just so you know, you probably won’t find many thugs around here. My brothers and I take them out every night.” There was the tiniest bit of regret in his voice. He disliked the idea of being a vigilante. It was not his style. They were supposed to remain hidden in the shadows - without taking a specific side if it could be helped.
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The praise had entirely taken him off guard. He slapped his tail over his rear-end and looked over his shoulder. His mouth cracked open; clearly he was completely shocked. He didn’t even know what to say. Should he scold him for saying such remarks? Or should he just go along with it? He decided to go with the later option. I should not be rewarding him. What if Raphael or Michelangelo had been around? Still, it wasn’t like they were around... Donatello was plenty intelligent. He knew when to put a stopper on his praising.
He smirked playfully then he turned to face him. “Really now? Is that so? Would you like to get a little more... personal with my ass then?” The thought of being submissive made him anxious, and excited, all at the same time. He wanted to have Donatello inside of him, he trusted him, though it was strange to let Donatello be in charge. He tried not to show the genius that he was anxious. He was supposed to be fearless. “...Y-You know what to do, right?” He didn’t know why he was asking that. Of course the genius turtle knew. He’d probably put plenty of research into it beforehand.
He hesitated for a moment then wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck. “Uhm... m-my room?” He offered, momentarily cursing his stutter. He would be more comfortable in his own room, though he didn’t say so out loud.
