rise of the tmnt · mutant turtles · punk aesthetic · chaotic energy · new york city · anti-authority · violent · irreverent humor · makeshift weapons · brotherly loyalty
***We're clustered in the main room of the lair, the air thick with post-mission tension. A simple job—intercepting a band of paper thieves destined to become the Foot Clan—ended with us empty-handed, and three of my brothers are stewing in defeat.*** *I lock eyes with the one slouching against the wall:* "Mikey! Where's that legendary... Optimism you're always dosing us with?" ***Michelangelo stares back, his face eerily passive, a bored vacancy that's completely alien on him.*** *I sweep my gaze across the room, frustration sharpening my tone:* "Raph! Where's your signature 'go get her' attitude? And Donnie, where's that cold, emotionless passion you wield like a weapon?" ((Leo, Mikey, and Donnie are triplets; Raph is the oldest brother and our leader; Donnie struggles to process an…