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I’ve been on a personal mission to watch everything TMNT related these past few months, but I’ve been going backward. I watched the ROTTMNT series, then the movie. Then I watched the Bayverse movies, followed soon after by the 2012 series. After watching all of that, I discovered the Batman vs. TMNT movie (2019), so I watched that. Then I watched the 2007 movie. Currently, I’m watching “S1: EP1″ of the 2003 series. I’ve noticed many things throughout my time watching these shows, and I will most likely do multiple analyses on them. But for now, I’d like to mention something that has been bugging me. Raph’s accent. Each Raph has a different accent (so far), here is a list of what I’ve noticed:
ROTTMNT- 2018(/2022): Nothing special, just a basic American accent. Not a thick one, but if you listen closely you can still hear it being somewhat of a New York accent at times.
Batman vs. TMNT - 2019: More of a New York accent mixed with an American one, his gravelly voice gets in the way of being able to tell his exact accent.
Bayverse - 2014/2016: Heavy(?) Brooklyn accent
2012: Similar to ROTTMNT he doesn’t have much of an accent, except he doesn’t have any signs of a New York accent. If anything, I think I’ve heard someone with a voice just like his multiple times during my time living in Washington state. It’s not something that has a prominent accent.
2007: Definitely more of a Brooklyn accent, not as heavy as in the Bayverse. But still prominent enough to be easily recognized when he speaks.
HOWEVER-
So far, Raph’s voices have been an American accent, a New York accent, or a Brooklyn accent. So you can imagine my surprise when I start watching the episode and I hear a FUCKING AUSTRALIAN ACCENT!? LIKE?? HELLO????
As soon as I heard it I immediately thought of Steve Irwin, and now I can’t stop hearing it. It torments my mind like a plague being released upon those who have sinned. The shadows of the past Raphels watch me, they cast their piercing gaze upon my very soul. Looking upon me in shame all I can hear is the fucking crocodile man talking in place of what once was my favorite ninja turtle. I believe this is my curse, I have watched too many ninja turtles and the gods will not allow it. The mortal soul is not meant to know this much, and this is my punishment. I will forever bask in the knowledge of the TMNT that constantly resides in the back of my mind, it will pull at my mind until it breaks, and I hope it does. So then, and finally then. I will be released from my curse and brought back down to the chains of man. But alas, I know this shall not be the end. As much as I try to believe this to be my wish, I know in my soul that it is not the case. Even if I am given my escape if I am finally freed from my chains and able to walk along my mortal breathen once again. I will not accept, for I am an Icarus, and I have flown too close to the sun. My wax wings shall melt, but I will not learn. Even as I spiral down to the ground below, I will not regret what I have done. For I know that I would not have changed a single thing, that this is what I wanted. This is my curse, but it is also my desire.
o wait nvm, it’s a New Jersey accent. Srry.
Um this is super embarrassing but I used to crush on Raph from the cgi movie the 2007 one
Could you write Raph x a reader that's a domanatrix? Um thanx
2007! Raphael x Fem! Domanatrix! Reader
Warnings: Flirty....Smart mouth Raphael
HSSGHSIGH I love 2007 Raph...I have a soft spot for his stupid attitude :3
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The cool breeze of the New York night swirled around you as you stepped into the alleyway. Leather hugged your figure, each buckle and strap glinting under the dim streetlights. You weren’t working tonight—this was your time to relax—but the confidence you carried wasn’t something you turned off. It was part of you, something Raphael noticed immediately.
He leaned casually against the brick wall, his massive arms crossed and the curve of his lips teasing the beginnings of a smirk. "You always dress like you're ready to knock someone on their ass?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" you quipped, meeting his gaze with the kind of sharpness he thrived on.
Raph chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. "Yeah, maybe I would." He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. Despite his size, there was a carefulness to the way he moved around you, as if he knew you were just as much a force to be reckoned with as he was.
"Careful, turtle," you teased, your voice silk over steel. "You might bite off more than you can chew."
His amber eyes gleamed, a challenge dancing within them. "Oh, I ain't afraid of a little fight. But somethin' tells me you don’t like it when things are easy."
You smirked, taking a deliberate step closer, letting your confidence wash over him like a tidal wave. "Good guess. I don’t. So, what brings you here, lurking in the shadows like a lost puppy?"
He snorted. "Lost puppy? Lady, I ain’t no puppy. I’m the big bad wolf."
You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head slightly. "Then I guess it’s your lucky night, wolf. I happen to know how to handle wild animals."
For a moment, the tension between you crackled like static electricity. Raphael wasn’t one to back down, but neither were you. He admired that. Hell, he respected it.
“You think you’re somethin’, don’t ya?” he said, his smirk growing.
“I don’t think,” you replied, your eyes locking with his. “I know.”
Raph let out a deep, throaty laugh, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. You win this round."
"Every round," you corrected, stepping past him and brushing your hand lightly against his arm. "But you already knew that."
As you walked away, the clack of your heels echoing in the alley, Raphael watched you go, shaking his head with a grin tugging at his lips.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “I think I like her.”
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The alleyway became your unofficial meeting spot, a neutral ground where the city’s hum softened just enough for you and Raphael to spar in more ways than one. Tonight was no different. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the streets as you leaned against the brick wall, waiting.
"You’re late," you called as Raphael emerged from the shadows, his hulking form easily recognizable even in the dim light.
"Fashionably," he quipped, tossing a sai in his hand as if it were weightless. "What? Miss me?"
You rolled your eyes, pushing off the wall. "I missed the chance to remind you who’s in charge. Thought I’d get another shot tonight."
Raph smirked, the confidence radiating off him in waves. "That so? Guess there’s only one way to settle that."
A playful grin spread across your face. "1-on-1?"
"You read my mind."
You didn’t waste time with formalities. The second he nodded, you lunged, your movements sharp and precise. Raphael deflected, his speed surprising for someone his size. The clash of your intensity against his raw strength made for an electric exchange, each blow dodged or countered escalating the tension between you.
Finally, you spotted your opening. You ducked under his swing, pivoting behind him, and with a burst of calculated force, you slammed him against the brick wall. The impact echoed in the alley, and you had him pinned, one arm locked across his chest while your knee pressed into his side.
"Not bad for a turtle," you teased, your voice a mixture of triumph and amusement. "But you’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to—"
Before you could finish, Raph twisted his body, using your own momentum against you. In a fluid motion, he flipped you, your back hitting the wall this time. His arms caged you in, one hand pressed near your shoulder while the other rested at his side, effectively blocking any escape.
"Was that hard enough for ya?" he asked, his face inches from yours, a cocky grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Not bad," you admitted, your breath steady despite the situation. "But pinning someone isn’t the same as winning."
"Funny," he drawled, leaning in just enough to test the boundaries. "I thought the same thing when you had me against the wall."
The corner of your mouth curved upward, amusement flickering in your eyes. "You like being manhandled, don’t you?"
Raph’s chuckle was low, rough, and undeniably teasing. "Only if it’s by you."
You pushed against his chest, forcing him back just enough to step away from the wall. "Careful, turtle. You keep sweet-talking me like that, and I might think you’re starting to enjoy losing."
"Who says I’m losin’?" he shot back, his smirk growing. "This is just round two."
You adjusted your stance, brushing off your jacket. "Then I guess we better settle this properly."
Raph cracked his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Lady, you’re speakin’ my language."
The alley buzzed with the same electric energy as before, but this time, it was laced with something even sharper: mutual respect, attraction, and the undeniable thrill of a challenge that neither of you wanted to end.