Life’s Been Pretty Busy So Behold Ma Bois XD

Not to push buuuut.........I'm desperate to see more chaotic Casey jr adventures!!!! I wanna see the boi in complete doctor delicate touch mode alongside with his mentor doctor delicate touch!! Plz!

Haha no you’re not pushing at all! Like dude you cannot believe how excited I am to draw Cj in chaos mode 😂 I am vibrating legit vibrating. but BUT I gotta set a solid foundation of first 🥲 gotta get all the icky feelings and adjustment period out of the way and set the baseline for dynamics first before the fun can begin. But once’s that outta the way.. Hehe.. >:D

But for now, pls accept this quick sketch as peace offering 😂 (I know you said mentor but I’m taking some creative liberties cuz a double doctor delicate touch would mean smth went rlly, rlly dark/wrong like Leo pulled a imma lock myself in the prison dimension again vibes Which I’m assuming is not the vibes you want for this ask. Also I’m gonna go with P!Mikey for this cuz for my au, causing chaos tgt also doesn’t rlly fit into F!Mikey and Jr’s dynamic🥲, sadly Miguel’s old bones + reduced energy thanks to the whole Ninpo overuse and cursed ageing rlly made things like that hard for him. It made a lot of things hard for him ngl. Plus pulling chaos tgt was a more Uncle Tello and Cj thing. Sooooo):

Behold a short animation

Fic: Stand ready

Tw: for suicidal idealisation and overall semi-unhealthy coping mechanisms

A Storm is brewing.

Or alternatively, Future!Mikey’s teachings on the importance of healthy emotional regulation vs Future!Leo’s influence of bury the pain away with laughs: Fight!

Or even more alternatively, a look into Cj’s no good, very terrible mental health :’D

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Cj was making his rounds again. Round and round the large platform that served as a living room, up the stairs towards the boarded up subway entrance.Look left, look right. Look up. Always check up. Go back down, circle around the living room, switch up one or two locations for unpredictability then repeat. Armoured Boots gliding along the concrete tiles in practiced silence.

He knows he doesn't have to do it. Logically speaking he knows there is nothing there. As soon as he could, Donatello or-uh Donnie had this place rigged to galore with motion sensors, cameras, the occasional laser grid that if anyone asked, Case would deny ever being there. Nope. Nuh-uh he saw nothing. Scouts honour, whatever that meant. In the future he had come from, they were always saying funny things like that. Nice to see it remained even now. Funnier now that he finally understood those references. Kidna.

Heck, Cj was there, he even helped wire (under close supervision from the genius but helped nonetheless) some of the circuitry together for a few of those cameras. Even younger and less experienced, the purple softshell was still leagues ahead of whatever modern human society could concoct. And alongside a smattering of future foresight here and there, Casey was pretty sure not even a rat (sorry Master Splinter) could crawl through the grills without Donnie knowing.

But something about today makes the boiling rage-guilt-homesickness-why why why did you leave me?-scream louder, rebelling against the very idea of joining the sleeping family pile together in the living room.

So weapon in hand, Cj walks. Forcing himself into the familiar exhaustion of patrol. Lest he end up kicking one of them or break down crying or say something he would regret or all of the above. Either way none great options. They will welcome him, this he knows. He knows. But here, right now there is absolutely nothing that he hated more than that. Which was absolutely the fuck why he had to go.

(“Master Michelangelo No! You’re gonna-!” He tries to run towards the glowing golden figure, he has to do something. Anything. If he could just pour even a little of his own mystic into his uncle-dad- oh fuckthey’llnevergetto talkboutwhyhecalledhimdad-

But a steady blue grips at his shoulder and holds him back. It smiles sadly. NononoPaSensei pleaseno- Casey wants to wail but the words won’t come. -I can’t go through this again.

Casey can pinpoint exactly when that crackling, soothing fire roars, scorching louder than it ever has, before sputtering out, warm golden-orange swallowed by the uncompromising void the boy had so come to hate, mere seconds before the spotted turtle turns, winks. And shatters into the wind.

Somewhere distantly, he can feel unyielding, passionate green gutter out and shrivel up like the leaves they fry up to eat. So much death. Too much void. And that was only the ones he could feelrightnow- oh fuckPush it down. Push it down.

“Casey..” The pit in his stomach grows. No. But the words choke in his throat and his feet glue themselves into the ruined ground. Damn it! Why can’t he move!?

“..Grab a slice!” The slider does not follow. He hangs back, smiling. Like a burden has been lifted from his shoulders.

Cj can feel exactly when that comforting, fiery, electrifying blue flickers dangerously low, because despite what Pa himself thinks. It was never gone. Never.

But it fizzles out now.

And all Casey can do now is watch in tandem as that disgusting, searing red torches away the man who has guided him his whole life. There is no way to survive this. The medic thinks numbly. He has bandaged blackened, crumbing body tissue he dare not identity from survivors (not for long) just grazed by that. Thing. The facts are in front of Casey. There.Is.No.Way.

He’s not as smart as Uncle Tello, not quick with his words like Pa , or as compassionate like D-Uncle Mi, neither is he relentless as Mom nor resourceful as Auntie April. He’s only always been emotional which is why he has to push it down,down, down.

So he can only scream and scream and scream as the golden-orange that has cradled him all his life carries him far, far away.

Why did you send me away?

Why didn’t you let me help?

Why didn’t you come with me?)

Dee hisses, turning his face away form Case in discomfort. Case panics, causing him to stumble back as the tangle of limbs stirs slightly. Oh shit, he always forgot what a light sleeper both Donatellos were. Immediately, Cj claps his hands over his mouth. Muffling his ragged breathing that had unknowingly pitched itself into high pitched whines while he took that involuntary trip down memory lane.

Heart beating furiously. Even dampened, his hushed breathing still punctuates the silence of the lair. In and out Case. A voice that sounds suspiciously like Uncle Mi echoes in his mind. Shut the fuck up. He snarls back, like a cornered animal. You don’t get to nag me. You’re dead.

Before the sting of regret immediately slaps him in the face. Ohmigosh how can he think that? Mortified, he buries his head into his hands. Ok new plan. Patrol clearly wasn’t going to cut it anymore. He had to do something else. Gingerly, the teen peeks through his fingers to look back at the group, grateful to see that the soft-shell ’s face had once again gone slack the way only proper sleep could do.

With a sigh of relief, Case then marches towards to the sleeping pile. Cj clenches and unclenches his jaw, trying to work out the very words stuck in his throat. “I.. I..” Cmon Casey, he grouses to himself. Fists clenching. Get it together. Just say this once so you can get it over with.

"I.. I’m sorry. " The teen finally spits out, standing over the sleeping faces of humans, turtles and rat alike. So young and so painfully free of worry. "I know you’re not them. And I..” His breath hitches. Years of training and experience kicks in to even out his breathing. Uneven meant loud. Loud meant danger. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out. Deep Sigh. Now talk.

“.. But the people I’m angry at aren’t here. And I miss them so much. I miss everything so much. And that’s so fucked I know.” Casey groans, pausing to quickly scrub away the tears. Terrified that if even one fell, it would somehow wake the sleeping pile up.

“I should have died. I know I should have died. Im just some stupid kid who got lucky enough to be loved by powerful people like you. There were so many people so much better than me you know?” The ravenette warbles, wrapping his arms around himself.

“They deserve to be here. But all you have is me.” Casey cracks,Oh god Miwa, baby-NO. He squeezes his eyes shut. Push it down, now. Otherwise he will start full on bailing which will defeat the whole purpose of this feelings exercise. Push it down. Breathe. Now try again.

“A-and the worst part?” The teen out of time and out of body, throws his head back and laughs bitterly. “I can’t just let myself die because then everything and everyone will be wasted. And fuck-!“ Cj tears at his hair. “I.. I can’t do that to them.”

“And..” Case sighs, hands dropping to his sides. “I can’t do that to you guys either. I promised myself I’ll take care of you guys. And I will.” Calmer, he bends down to get a closer look at them all. My family. His family.

Their peaceful snores finally starting to douse the Anger and grief down to a manageable hiss, not gone. (Huh,guess Da-Uncle Mi was right. Talking does help) Maybe not ever. But today, right now, it released its fangs and uncoiled enough to give way for the blooming softness that always, always thudded beneath his skin. And he’ll make sure it always will. The apocalypse could quite literally come again and freeze itself over before Cassandra Jones Junior ever stopped committing to loving his family. All of them.

“I swear.” He nods his head fiercely. If anyone were awake they would see Cj’s eyes flare up as if glowing from the sheer force of will. “I’m gonna take care of you guys like you take care of me.”

Because he knows these people. They are good. They are so, so good. Even.. even if they will never love him the same. Even if they will never be the people who raised him( he doesn’t want them to be, they were so, so tired). Both were good. Both were so fun and so utterly delightful to be around it hurt. The kind of hurt where you laughed so hard your sides were aching. He didn’t know that kind of hurt could exist till now.

They will treat him well. And even if they didn’t (which they have, he’s so, so lucky they have). Once upon a time, these were once the same people who saw a baby, quietly buried among the rubble, took him in and taught him everything he knows. Despite barely able to feed themselves most days. And that means something to him. It means everything.

And in a way, that was exactly what the present variants were doing all over again. Forging birth certificates, applying for IDs, giving him a room, explaining shampoo, dishwashers, public transport, tv shows, money, making strict meal plans for his sorry,sorry self that couldn’t even stomach bread cuz guess what? Edible Flour and yeast didn’t exist in the apocalypse. Everything. Bringing him into their movie nights, sparring, comic books,lab time, graffiti, magic tricks, news hunting, hockey games.

He still remembers that very first night.

("You're not coming with?" Raphael questions, already halfway out the Medbay.

Once it became clear that was nothing more they could do for Leonardo save Casey's Ninpo that he really, really did not feel up to doing again. The excitement died down and the group gradually began to disperse, grabbing pillows and blankets and heading towards the living room he was previously tied up in. Hah.Good times.

Casey shakes his head. "No, it's alright. Please rest Mas- Raphael." He tries to smile brightly. "Someone has to watch over Leonardo you know? I'm basically the only medic here." Casey shrugs.

Truth be told, Cj wants nothing more than to drop to the ground right then and there. But someone has to monitor the red slider. Pounding headache and fuzzy vision aside (oh shell, this was a concussion wasn’t? Would explain why he’s so irritable) someone had to track the slow but steady up and down on the ECG screen in case things went wrong. He was a little rusty. They didn’t have a lot of those things towards… the end. But he will adjust, he will. It’s what he was here for. He just.. doesn't want to intrude any further.

"Why did'nt you tell us had mystic mojo?"

Something in him breaks

Stop this. I almost killed your brother. I'm just a stranger to you. Why are you being so nice to me? Casey wants to claw at his arms and scream, held back only by the sheer weight of exhaustion and grief that threatens to bury him under.

Just like it buried Pa.

Just like it buried everyone else.

Just like it will bury him.

Unfortunately, Master Splinter did not catch that memo. That or they were more focused on hospitality than he thought. "No. Red is right." Master Splinter huffs. "You are exhausted future boy. You can't do anything like this. Go." The elderly man crosses his arms, using his tail to push him into Raphael's waiting arms. "I will watch over Blue."

"But-"

"C'mon Case lets go." Raphael says gently. A heavy hand that has no right to feel so familiar; rests on his shoulder, guiding him to the living room. Casey shudders, between Leonardo and Raphael it was like being hammered with the world’s worst case of Deja vu.

"There you two are." April grins tiredly.

"Casey!" Michelangelo cheers, making grabby hands towards the boy. They both part from each other to make space for him.

On the far right, his shell against April's side. Donatello spares him a glance before curling further inwards. He doesn't say anything but he doesn't need too. His lack of protest is already enough.)

And it is there right there; nestled between April and Mikey, Raph as a mattress, Donnie curled up at April’s side, And surrounded by more blankets than he has ever seen in his life. Cj tells his already hardened resolve 'I am never leaving them alone'. Even if they never called him family again. As long as they wanted him around, all they had to do was ask. And he will be there. He will.

So yes, the past-er present hamatos were still his family. But was he theirs in return? Or was he just a really good friend? Was he even anything to them at all?

“Bring it in little brother”

“I’m not mad at you”

“I’m not your mother.. but I’m not going to ditch you”

Yet when Case reaches for the warmth that has never ever left him. Not since a ten year old Cj had yearned and screamed and loved with all his heart; let me love you. You are not alone. Let me take care of you like you do for me. Let me fight for you. Let us fight together

It’s cold.

He strains and he strains and he strains. til his metaphorical heart is breaking at the seams-No one answers back.

Not Purple, Not Green, Not Orange, Not even.. Blue.

Thrumming teal pluses sluggishly around his clenched hands before fading out despite all his cloying attempts to keep it beating. Starved of the trust and togetherness that was the very foundation of this clan.

Maybe he deserves it

A rotten boy who left everyone else to die

Some lifesaver he was

Those are the facts. Look for the objective truth. Feelings and words can be Subjective. Casey swallows thickly. Uncle Tello always told him that. So what does it say about the present Hamatos?

A) They were lying, saying all this out of some twisted sense of obligation and no genuine sense of affection. Which scratch that. Even with his foggy memories and what he knows about Casey now. She would never do that. Same goes for everyone else. Family was everything to all of them, even way back here in the past. They guarded that word viciously.

Or B) They were trying for his sake. Or maybe for their own sake too. Trying to fit him into a set that was already complete, but wanting to try anyways so they kept saying it and saying it, In hopes that one day it became true. But it won’t-Not ever. Why would it? What did Case have to offer that they couldn’t already give each other? He almost killed their Leo. He almost broke this family-not quite lying. But not quite telling the truth either. Fake it till you make it as they say. Now; here’s the million dollar question, would they do something like that that?

He thinks of Leo’s breezy smiles but searching jokes.

Donnie’s allowance of him into his lab, but his eyes scrutinise him more closely than anyone else.

Casey’s stubborn once a fortnight ice hockey sessions but firm and awkward conversations.

Mikey’s near constant hand grabbing and pulling and ‘look!look! Check this out!’ at every idle moment, as if fearful of letting Cj out of his sight.

April who jumps at any opportunity to take him topside but scans everything,himself included.

Raph’s near constant,but cautious grip around his shoulders whenever they went somewhere. Unlike his more free, swooping hugs to the others.

Even the occasional spontaneous and mysterious bowl of cut fruit yet halting, stilted exchanges that would occur at his doorway every so often.

Hm.. yes this sounded more like them.

It sours his mouth like rat jerky gone bad. But you swallow it down anyways. Because really what else do you have?

Misplaced Familiarity aside, he has no where else to go. He has no money, no history (Donnie’s forgery and Casey’s manhandling of poor government workers to get him registered under her name, as some previously hermit cousin can only do so much) and no credentials to even hold down a basic part-time job.

Pizza supreme; he can’t even navigate the New York’s train system by himself without getting so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people he got lost, he had to call Casey (cuz Casey had a van to block out the noise) to come bail him out.

He may not know much about the present. But he’s sure as hell not trying his luck on the streets, he could. Nothing can compare to the apocalypse. But he’s pretty sure his mom will find a way to leave the afterlife just to kill him.

“Cassandra Jones Junior I did not get skewered by Kraang to have you digging around the trash like a goddamn cockroach!” Is something she would say. Not to mention the disappointment from everyone else.

And Case wasn’t sure if he could sleep knowing he stole from some poor shopkeeper just trying to live their life. When there was a gaggle of people right here, more than happy to give him an allowance if he so much as looked at something for more than two seconds. He never thought, in his wildest dreams, he’d have to stop younger variations of his pa and uncles from buying out whole stores yet here he was.

This has to be enough.

And it will be.

He’ll make sure of it.

Mind finally settled, Cj stands, grimacing at the sound of his knees cracking in protest.Eurgh boi, gotta love cursed aging and all the weird and wonderful ways the apocalypse hurled abuse at his body. Good thing Leo wasn’t awake. Or anyone else for that matter. They would tease him relentlessly, swearing to add to a growing pile of blackmail he’s pretty sure doesn’t exist for him, yet. Or they would stare at him in suffocating silence with those pitying eyes which was just so, so much worse.

Carefully, Cj sets his weapon down, still within arms reach, and curls himself into whatever empty space within the pile he can find without disturbing them because he knows at least one of them will be up soon, mainly Mikey with his breakfast prep or Raph with his morning workout, sometimes Casey too, on the rare occasions she would sleep over in the lair with them like now. He tries not to let it bother him too much, the mystic warrior he knew was almost always last to rise.

Case tucks his knees to his chest and flutters his eyes shut. So he can at least try and pretend to them that he slept.

This is enough.

Reblogging this because it’s so so important

watching gen z and millennials make fun of gen alpha has been torturous. "But they're actually stupid" 1. theyre middle schoolers 2. isn't that what older gens said about us? don't you remember being 11?

it truly is just "impulse reaction to cringe <- has not yet unlearned shame"

the cycle continues let me out of here

guys. guys I think we should kill cringe culture

Reblogging so I can use this for future reference XD

burned a few braincells trying to figure out the subway lair 🧍‍♂️

some of the research with hasty notes as i, a country person, tried to essentially explain how subways work to my city friends (idk how subways work). anyway, i figured i'd share these in case there's someone out there who's just as crazy as i am! :]

Musica from Tpn (the promised Neverland)

I love this comic 🥲

first panel:

Thraka: Guess we have an even better reason to celebrate now!

Lio: Guess so.

second panel:

[later…]

third panel:

Gueira: …Why do they have a bed here?

Lio: I know it’s only been, like, a day, but I’m surprised we haven’t heard about any incidents about the Burnish.

fourth panel:

Gueira: Well, I mean, isn’t that a good thing?

Dynamics: Part 2, <Next!>

For Apocalypse F! Mikey: Now see Uncle Tello content is great and I love it. But consider this, it’s alr everywhere AND think bout Master Michelangelo /Uncle Mi/ lowkey unspoken Dad!Mikey supremacy ✨👀 think bout uncle Mi being the warm/comforting/ steadying presence that Cj clung to when Leo and April are stuck being the sole two pillars of leadership for the entirely of sentient life on earth and Donnie is off doing his mad scientist things(No hate to D but we know our boi has low empathy and tends to get hyper fixated to the point he ignores everyone. Not that he wouldn’t absolutely try for Junior cuz he would but ya know what I mean) which leaves the Mikey cuz our poor Raphie and Casey Sr died early.

Like Cmon guys hear me out Mike alr has Dr feelings and his ole mediator shtick. you can’t tell me that as he grew and matured it didn’t not grew stronger. Plus he defo Leaned into the whole mediator thing esp with the apocalypse cuz someone defo needed to be the calm mediator in the chaos that was the kraang. Plus he was ALR the most mentally/emotionally stable out of all the fam and a child in a chaotic environment (cough the apocalypse cough) is gonna unconsciously gravitate towards that. And mikey being mikey is then absolutely gonna white knuckle his “I’m emotionally healthy” even more cuz we got a kid now. We gotta make sure he grows up with SMTH.

Plus I like to think everyone had diff roles in raising Cj. Eg: Cj spends time with tello if he wants to hang out and blow shit up or wants to brainstorm tangible solutions. but if he needs/wants emotional support or emotional safety he goes to Mikey and if he wants all of the above plus advice in general it’s Leo and Comander April lmao (but 7/10 times it’s Leo). Side note: Before Raph died he and mikey used to tag team M’s role and April’s role was formerly Cassandra’s but welp we all know what happened 😭. Also I just wanna make it clear that these roles weren’t always hard and fast rule. It’s just generally the common status quo but was still subject to change depending on the circumstances cuz ppl are ppl and ppl are complex. Like if Cj was feeling particularly scared for Dee or April’s mortality I can guarantee he glomped them. And they let him.

Edit: In any case, their dynamic is basically all round calm, slow and cozy vibes. Cuz like I said, Mikey was acting as Cj’s living sentient equivalent of a warm, weighted blanket. Plus mystic overuse/cursed aging gave Mikey a lot of chronic fatigue and plus Mi leaning hard into the whole mediator thing rlly made him mellow out esp when he had to be responsible for a kid. So most of their hanging out was either sitting around talking about their day, making up stories bout random objects they found like ‘I bet that cup has a chip in cuz an alligator got it’ ,Cj ranting, mystic training, lots and lots of snuggles or (big shocker I know) Mikey reading to Cj (don’t Judge Cj, he finds Uncle’s Mi voice calming. And as tor Mikey, options are limited when you’re old, physically frail and in an apocalypse) or them reading whatever they can find in comfy silence with the occasional comment of ‘man this character is so stupid’ and ‘I know right!’ Or ‘im pretty sure this accident report is faked.’ Also In the earlier days when resources weren’t so scarce and Mikey had more energy they used to draw on the walls tgt using chalk but well.. stuff like that don’t last very long in the apocalypse.

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For Past/present time: Once Cj starts to properly distinguish between future and present and feels a little more ready to start properly interacting with P!fam. He starts to build a stable relationship with Mikey. their dynamic is one of more equal standing cuz of the lack of age difference aka the big theme for this dynamic is all abt growing up tgt. This creates a more free and unrestrained dynamic where both feel more encouraged/safe to try new things cuz they don’t have to worry bout any hovering from any older siblings (sorry Leo he tries but even he can’t fully escape the big brother instincts even towards Case. Which is hilarious cuz Cj is the most self sufficient out of everyone XD ) and cuz they don’t have to worry bout looking stupid in front said older siblings if they fail/ being coddled if they fail. Initially it was a very big whiplash for Casey to adjust to the fact that someone he used to look for answers/ be a pillar was just as clueless as he was AND the fact he could freely argue back with said someone due to the lack of age difference.

But once both parties settled in, they have alot of fun just being kids and messing around. Honestly their dynamic is adorable. With Mikey’s more adventurous and more hopeful personality helping Cj start to relax a little more and start acting more like the 15 year old he is. And Cj’s more serious and sensible mindset helps Mikey become a little more thoughtful/cautious as he’s more open to Cj’s criticism cuz it feels alot less condescending than the rest of the fam due to the age similarity.

This dynamic also plays a part in Cj’s adjustment to the past. Due to said adventurous behaviour, Mike always wants to show Cj new things. And his emotionally intuitive nature helps him pick up when Cj is uncomfortable but doesn’t always feel comfortable saying it or can just generally quickly pick up the warning signs of a trigger. So after some trial and error Mikey gets pretty good at knowing when to push and pull Case out of his comfort zone or just out right cancel an outing cuz Dr feelings can sense the ensuing panic attack/ PTSD triggers. Which Casey rlly appreciates. On the flip side, Cj is the biggest advocate (second to Leo) for letting Mikey do his thing cuz he knows what Mikey is capable off and isn’t blinded with older sibling instincts. Which Mikey greatly appreciates. We stan mutually supportive siblings.

And as the youngest, they both bond (mostly Miguel talks, Cj listens oh how the tables turn) over how frustrating it is to see the rest of their family (for Cj it’s him using his experience with F!Fam to relate to P!Mikey cuz the P!Fam don’t rlly baby Casey the same way/the obvious extent they do for Miguel. For Mikey, it’s more they water down info either intentionally/unintentionally or try to stop him from doing stuff cuz they want to protect him. And for Cj, it’s more them trying to be extra subtly careful of his sore spots. Like Legit cuz of Cj, everyone at some point had independently googled ‘how to care for war-torn ptsd riddled relative’ and ‘how to help someone with material insecurity issues’ or ‘how to support someone going thru bereavement’. For once it wasn’t only Mike reading psych stuff lmao) trying to water things down for them like dums dums XD.

They also tag team the rest of their family with the combined powers of their puppy dog eyes and shared status as “baby’s of the family” to get out of trouble/get what they want like the gremlins they are 😂. Generally when hanging out they’re either doing things action driven stuff (a stark contrast to F!Mikey and Cj. Cuz P!Mikey is younger, less traumatised and hasn’t been peepawed) like graffiti (Mikey sprays full on masterpieces and Cj loves spraying colourful doodles cuz he’s delighted to play with all sorts of bright colours and see the pretty art Anglo makes that Cj didn’t have the luxuary of seeing in the apocalypse, so despite the huge skill gap, which is rapidly becoming smaller, they still have fun tgt), skateboarding, playing video games, parkour or Mikey kidnapping Cj to show/get him to try smth he didn’t get to do in the apocalypse, *cough the occasional arson cough* Like I said they’re awesome lmao

On a side note: both Cj and Mikey are very happy to have a cool brother/friend who is the same age as them. For Cj it’s cuz fellow kids were very rare back in his time. Meaning the kids that were round him were either much older or much younger so same age friends is very much a novel experience lmao. As for Mikey, although he does call Cj baby brother( he doesn’t actually enforce that unless in certain situations like Cj in distress or trying to get Cj to do Miguel’s part of chores lmao) most of the time he’s happy to not be alone in his age grp of family/friends cuz it can get a little lonely sometimes. Raph, April and Casey have each other, Donnie and Leo have each other and now Mikey and Cj have each other! Yaayyy

HOLY SHEET- this was only supposed to be a small mini side project but alas I forget that finals exist 🥲 but hey, here’s this small piece of fluff (*cough if you ignore the movie opening*) ft; a 6 year old Cj and his Duncle Mi as a small piece of apology for all the angst and silence I threw at yall for the past month while we wait for me to finish my other ideas haha 😂😂

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Audio: YMCA_ZY (Instagram)

Sneak peak 2-!

Behold the scenes that kept playing in my brain that made want to do this entire thing in the first place 😂 it’s not done obvi but these are the main bits lol

I’m really proud of myself it turned out way better than I thought haha.

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for some context have this: