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A Recipe for Trouble |Bayverse!TMNT masterlist|
Summary: In the lair’s cramped kitchen, Raph stubbornly tries to prove he can bake better cookies than Mikey
The kitchen of the lair wasn’t exactly designed for baking.
It had originally been built for speed and survival rather than careful cooking. A battered microwave sat on the counter, its buttons worn from years of reheating pizza slices. The cabinets were half-filled with ramen cups, cereal boxes, protein bars, and whatever strange snacks Mikey had recently decided to hoard. There were scorch marks on the stove from one of Donnie’s experiments, and a faint green stain near the sink that nobody ever talked about.
Flour, measuring spoons, and mixing bowls definitely weren’t standard equipment here.
Which was why Raph looked completely out of place standing in the middle of it.
The massive turtle practically filled the narrow kitchen space. His broad shoulders nearly brushed both sides of the cabinets when he moved, and his red bandana tails hung loosely behind his neck. The dim yellow light overhead reflected faintly off his plastron as he stood there with his arms crossed like he was preparing for a fight instead of baking.
His motorcycle sunglasses rested on top of his mask, pushing the red fabric slightly upward.
He stared at the mixing bowl on the counter like it had personally offended him.
“…Remind me again why I agreed to this,” Raph muttered.
His deep voice echoed slightly in the small room.
You glanced over your shoulder from the counter where you were carefully measuring sugar into a smaller bowl.
“Because,” you said casually, “you said you could totally make better cookies than Mikey.”
Raph scoffed instantly.
“Yeah, well, that’s not exactly a high bar.”
From somewhere down the hallway, Mikey’s voice rang out loudly.
“I HEARD THAT!”
Raph didn’t even bother turning around.
“GOOD.”
You rolled your eyes and went back to measuring.
Raphael leaned forward slightly, bending over the counter to peer into the mixing bowl. One large hand tapped the side of it thoughtfully.
“So what’s this stuff again?”
“Flour.”
“…Looks like dust.”
“It is basically dust.”
“Huh.”
There was a brief pause.
Then Raphael reached down and pinched a small amount of flour between two thick fingers.
You noticed a second too late.
“Don’t—”
Too late.
Raphael blew on it.
A white cloud exploded into the air.
Flour puffed everywhere like a miniature explosion—spreading across the counter, drifting onto the floor, and lightly dusting Raphael’s plastron and forearms.
You coughed as the powdery cloud floated around the kitchen.
Silence settled in the room.
Then you slowly turned to stare at him.
Raphael blinked.
“…What?”
“You just flour-bombed the kitchen.”
“I was testing it.”
“That’s not how baking works.”
Raph shrugged, completely unapologetic. The movement made the duct-taped sections of his shell creak faintly.
“Relax. Adds character.”
You grabbed a kitchen towel and tossed it at his chest.
“Wipe the counter.”
Raphael caught the towel easily with one hand without even looking. His eyes narrowed slightly.
“…You’re bossy.”
“You volunteered.”
“I was challenged.”
“That’s volunteering with extra steps.”
For a moment he just stared at you.
The tough expression on his face didn’t last long though. Something softened slightly in his eyes, and he huffed a quiet laugh under his breath before starting to wipe the flour off the counter.
The towel looked ridiculously small in his massive hand.
“You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? That’s the only reason you’re helping?”
Raphael leaned forward slightly, looming over the counter.
At 6'5, he had a habit of doing that without realizing how intimidating it could be.
“…Didn’t say that.”
His voice dropped just a little quieter.
“You just… asked.”
It was subtle.
But you noticed.
Raphael wasn’t the type to openly admit he liked spending time with someone. His tough exterior and constant sarcasm usually made sure of that. But the fact he was here—standing in a cramped kitchen covered in flour instead of training or working out—said more than he ever would.
You slid the bowl toward him.
“Alright, big guy. Mix.”
Raphael looked down at the whisk like it had personally insulted him.
“…This thing looks fragile.”
“It’s not.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He carefully picked it up between two fingers like it might snap.
Then he lowered it into the bowl.
The first attempt was… rough.
The whisk scraped loudly against the bowl as he stirred stiffly.
“…Why is this so hard?” he grumbled.
“Because you’re stirring like you’re fighting it.”
“I fight everything.”
“Exactly.”
You stepped beside him and gently reached for his wrist.
“Like this.”
Your hand guided his movement slowly, showing him the circular motion.
Raphael froze.
Not dramatically—but just enough that you felt the sudden tension in his arm.
His eyes flicked down to your hand resting against his bandaged wrist.
For a moment he didn’t move.
Then he cleared his throat quietly.
“…Yeah. Got it.”
You let go and stepped back.
This time Raphael stirred more smoothly, though he still looked suspicious of the whisk.
The batter slowly thickened as the flour and sugar blended together.
After a moment, Raph smirked.
“See? Natural talent.”
“You almost broke the whisk.”
“Details.”
A few minutes later, the dough was finally ready.
You scooped small portions onto the baking tray while Raphael leaned against the counter watching with mild curiosity.
“…That looks easy,” he commented.
“Then you do the next tray.”
“…Let’s not rush things.”
You slid the tray into the oven and set the timer.
The kitchen slowly filled with the warm, sweet smell of baking cookies.
Raphael leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed again, watching the oven like he was guarding it.
Somewhere in the distance you could hear Mikey and Leo arguing about a video game, while Donnie’s keyboard clacked rapidly in his lab.
The lair felt alive.
Raphael glanced sideways at you.
“…So what happens if they suck?”
“You admit Mikey’s better.”
Raph snorted loudly.
“Not happening.”
“You’re confident for someone who almost weaponized flour earlier.”
“That was tactical.”
The oven timer suddenly dinged.
You opened the oven and carefully pulled the tray out.
The smell immediately intensified, filling the entire kitchen.
Raphael leaned over your shoulder instantly, curiosity getting the better of him.
“…They look legit.”
“They are legit.”
You grabbed one cookie and handed it to him.
Raphael stared at it for a second before taking it.
He turned it over in his fingers like he was inspecting it for traps.
Then he took a bite.
Crunch.
His eyes widened slightly.
Just a little.
Then he quickly tried to hide it.
“…Not bad.”
You crossed your arms.
“Not bad?”
“For your recipe.”
You laughed.
“Raph, you barely helped.”
He grabbed another cookie from the tray.
“Hey. Moral support counts.”
“You made a flour explosion.”
“That was step one.”
“Step one of what?”
“…Confidence building.”
You shook your head, smiling.
Raphael leaned casually against the counter beside you, already halfway through his second cookie.
Crumbs dusted his fingers, and a small streak of flour still sat across his forearm.
For someone who claimed not to care, he was eating them pretty fast.
“…Next time,” he said casually between bites, “we try brownies.”
“Oh?” you teased. “You’re baking again?”
Raphael shrugged.
“…Maybe.”
Then, quieter this time:
“…Only if you’re here.”
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Vendetta this is ur best idea yet omg
Closer Than Fear
Post Mutation! 2012 Karai x Reader
Warnings: Karai has been mutated for a while
The first time you saw her after the mutation you froze.
It wasn’t subtle either.
You had walked into Shredder’s lair expecting to see the same person you always did: confident, sharp eyed, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like she owned the room.
Instead, you saw scales. A long tail curled behind her. Yellow reptilian eyes flicking toward you. Your brain didn’t process Karai. It processed snake. And snakes had always terrified you.
[[MORE]]Your breath caught. Your hands instinctively clenched. Karai noticed immediately. Of course she did.
She had always been observant but now her senses were even sharper. Your heartbeat. The way your shoulders tensed. The small step you took back. Her expression fell.
“…I see.”
The words were quiet. You felt horrible instantly.
“No- wait. Karai I-”
“It’s fine,” she said quickly, already turning slightly away.
Her tail shifted behind her, curling closer to her body like she was trying to make herself smaller.
“You are not the first person to react that way.”
But you weren’t reacting to her. You were reacting to the fear that had lived in your brain since childhood. Unfortunately, your body wasn’t doing a great job explaining that. Your pulse was still racing.
Karai glanced back once. Then she stepped toward the exit tunnel.
“I will give you space.”
Your heart dropped.
“Karai wait!”
She stopped. But she didn’t turn around.
You knew who she was. You knew this was Karai. The same person who had trained with you, teased you, stood beside you in fights. The same person who had saved your life more than once. Your fear wasn’t about her. It was about something stupid and ancient in your brain.
“Please turn around,” you said quietly.
There was a long pause. Then she did. Carefully. Her expression was guarded now and you hated that.
“I’m not scared of you,” you said.
Karai raised an eyebrow slightly.
“You stepped back.”
“…I have a really bad fear of snakes.”
Her eyes softened immediately.
“Oh.”
You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
“Yeah. Like… really bad.”
The tension in her shoulders eased a little.
“So your fear is not… personal.”
“No!” you said quickly. “God no.”
You hesitated. Then admitted softly,
“I just need a second for my brain to catch up.”
Karai studied you quietly.
“You are attempting to overcome the fear.”
“I want to,” you said honestly.
Her gaze flicked down to her own scaled arm.
“…It may be difficult.”
“Maybe,” you said.
Then you took a small step closer. Your heart was still pounding. But you stayed where you were. Karai noticed. Her eyes widened slightly.
“You do not have to force yourself.”
“I’m not forcing it,” you said.
You inhaled slowly.
“You’re still you.”
Her tail shifted behind her.
“…Most people no longer see it that way.”
Your chest tightened.
“Well they’re wrong.”
Silence settled between you. Then you took another step. And another. Each one made your pulse spike. Your brain shouted snake, but your heart screamed Karai over it. She watched you carefully the entire time. When you finally stood only a few feet away, she spoke softly.
“Your hands are shaking.”
“Yeah,” you admitted.
You laughed weakly.
“But that’s kind of the point.”
Karai tilted her head.
“The point?”
You nodded.
“If I don’t try, the fear wins.”
For a moment she didn’t speak. Then she slowly held out her hand. Scaled fingers open. An invitation. But also, clearly giving you the choice.
“You may stop if it becomes too much.”
Your stomach flipped. Your brain screamed snake again. Your heart answered.
Karai.
You reached forward slowly and carefully. Your fingers brushed her hand. The scales were smooth. Not slimy like your brain had always imagined. Karai stayed perfectly still like she didn’t want to scare you away. Your hand settled fully in hers. Your pulse was racing but you didn’t pull away. After a moment you looked up at her.
“…Okay.”
Karai blinked.
“Are you… okay?”
You nodded slowly.
“I think so.”
Your thumb brushed lightly against the scales on her hand.
“…They’re actually kind of pretty.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
“No one has said that before.”
“Well,” you said with a small smile, “they’re wrong too.”
Karai’s tail shifted again, closer this time. Tentatively wrapping behind your ankle. You stiffened. Then forced yourself to breathe. Karai immediately began pulling it away.
“I apologize-”
“No wait.”
She froze. Your voice came out shaky.
“But… don’t move.”
Karai looked genuinely confused now.
“You wish to… continue?”
“Yeah.”
You looked down at the tail around your leg. Then back up at her.
“I trust you.”
Those three words hit her harder than anything else you’d said. Her eyes softened in a way that was almost vulnerable. Slowly, she relaxed. The tail stayed where it was. You exhaled.
“…Okay.”
Karai tilted her head slightly.
“You are speaking to yourself.”
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m hyping myself up.”
She smiled. After a moment you laughed nervously.
“…You know what?”
“What?”
“I think the fear is actually getting smaller.”
Karai’s expression changed.
“That is… good.”
You squeezed her hand.
“Plus, it helps that the snake is you.”
Her eyebrow lifted.
“The snake.”
“You know what I mean.”
“A little.”
You took another breath. Then leaned forward slightly. Before your courage could disappear, you wrapped your arms around her.
Karai froze. Not because she was upset. Because she was stunned. Your face pressed carefully against her shoulder. Your voice was muffled.
“See? Totally fine.”
Her tail tightened slightly around your leg. Not trapping, just holding.
“You are shaking again,” she murmured.
“Yeah.”
“…But you are still here.”
You nodded against her shoulder.
“Because it’s you.”
For a moment she said nothing. Then her arms slowly wrapped around you. Like she was afraid to break the moment.
“You are very brave,” she said quietly.
You laughed.
“No.”
You squeezed her tighter.
“I just like you more than I hate snakes.”
That actually made her laugh softly. A rare sound. And as she held you there, fear didn’t disappear completely, but it didn’t control you anymore either.
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I know nothing about mtg but all I know is the cards are pretty and this is pretty valuable since its the OG ARTWORK AND I WANT ITTTT
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I do like how the Mutants and Yokai work to seperate magic from the scifi in this universe
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She has my favorite monster design of the series just the sheer contrast is neat.
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Magma Jam time! The theme?
🏳️🌈LGBTQIA+🏳️🌈
Done with @weeklymagmas and friends!
We got some Borrower turtles putting up a Pride Flag! Love is love ya’ll. Be proud of who you are, no matter where you are in the discovery of yourself.
Hope to see you next time!
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Color Keys I painted for TMNT: Chrome Alone 2, Lost in New Jersey. The new Short that showed in theaters in front of Sponge bob Search for Square Pants this past Christmas and just released on paramount plus. You can find it in the Extras tab under TMNT Mutant Mayhem. had a blast making this short. We made it in conjunction with the in-progress sequel.
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I WILL overcome this art block, I WILL lock in, I WILL post more frequently 🕯️🕯️🕯️(tap for better quality)
I have a couple of school doodles extra I might post later, just wanted to do a lil m&m post
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I stayed up all night, procrastinated sleeping and reblogged rottmnt shit. What productive thing have YOU been doing today?
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Got these lovely Purple Turtles from @dragonnova and I love how everything came out!
The drawing is amazing, and it’s going up next to the other one. Everything I’ve gotten from her has been wonderful!
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Evil Pink Ranger Casey Jones!!!! Let’s GO! Fuck Yeah!!
i hope Rita looked at Casey Jones and said ‘I need that’
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…odd choice in the modern comics to make Casey more of a team player, team leader even. the OG had very strong lone coyote/outdoor cat vibes
like Mirage Casey is fine being a team player but did his own thing more often than not
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Damn, Casey Jones in the TMNT/Power Rangers crossover has *all* the sauce that the IDW reboot Casey is missing.
They’re letting this man be cool and capable and have kickass fuckin mask.
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My pieces for the LGBTQIA+ Pride themed @weeklymagmas!
This doesn’t come up in story, but Smash Glass! Leo is intersex and bi. He was the first thing I thought to draw when I saw the theme and here he is :)
I also did Mikey from Talk the Talk, who’s an aromantic pansexual, to fill some negative space.
And I colored the sign in doodle by @pvtpunsart this week, too.
