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Enjoy the blue boys !

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Rewatching LOTR to feel something

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Leonardo is my favorite turtle in every iteration and, dammit, Rise!Leonardo is my favorite Leonardo. I love this silly, sassy young man with my whole heart.

And for all his silliness, angry Rise!Leo is just so *chef's kiss* like yes king, destroy everyone who makes you mad.

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My writer brain cares not for the sleep I must attain in the night

My brain seeks fulfillment in the form of written word and I must obey for it holds out the cruelest of punishments

Anyways, peepaw and lil leo angst vvvvv

There’s almost a feral look in the younger’s eyes. They’re wide and shaken, pupils dilated and unable to focus on one thing. They shift uncontrollably, frantically scanning every nook and cranny of the room he stands in. They look unsteady, afraid and desperate for any signs of escape. They’re bloodshot, have yet to blink in the near half hour since arrival.

The elder drops his weapon on the floor, making the younger flinch. He raises his hands in the air in surrender when the tip of the younger’s blade points at him.

Lee keeps his hands in the air, standing still to ensure he doesn’t do anything to scare the younger.

But the younger doesn’t care. The younger’s grip tightens on the blade’s hilt, a slight tremble to the blade.

Lee watches the younger, taking in anything else he should be wary of. And he sees it.

The dried, pale stains on the younger’s cheeks. The stains are long and thin, stretching down from the younger’s eyes down to the jaw bone. There’s a puffiness to the younger’s eyelids, obvious signs of perhaps endless crying. Tears and tears shed for no one to wipe away.

Lee takes into account the discoloration in the younger’s skin, littering where skin is visible. Arms and legs—even the neck—are covered in multicolored bruises that show range of when and how hard he was hit. Purple, black, splotches of red and blue; each ranging in different sizes like the spots of a leopard. It’s hard to tell where the younger’s matching stripes are…

He can see the shallow depressions and cuts in the younger’s shell. Some cuts are light where it reveals the paleness of the first layer of keratin lies, while others are so deep that a quick peek of the underlying tissue can be seen. He hates to think of what the younger’s carapace looks like, but, perhaps thankfully, the younger has yet to show his back.

Lee spots the frayed threads of the younger’s compression bandages. The younger is missing the bandages on the right hand, but it looks to have been tied together with the left foot’s bandages. And it’s then he sees the swollen joint hiding under the fading black bandages.

The younger either doesn’t feel it anymore or has opted to ignore it, but Lee knows that wound desperately needs to be looked at. He just needs to figure out how.

So he speaks carefully, slowly, “Hey, Little Guy.”

The younger flinches, jaw clenched tightly and takes a step back into the corner of the room.

Lee raises his hands a little higher when he feels them begin to slowly fall. He clears his throat and continues, “You don’t know me, but I’m kind of you. From the future. I came here for a different reason but I see you need my help. That’s what I’m here for now.”

The younger shakes his head rapidly, almost child-like when he loses his balance for a second. He points his blade at Lee again, swallowing nervously.

Lee glances at the swollen ankle before saying, “You look hurt. I can help you. So I’m going to reach into my pocket and pull out some medicine and water. Throw the sword when it’s too much for you.”

He grimaces at the foolish attempt at making light of the situation. Seeing how the younger is reacting, Lee may just find himself with a sword in his eyes if he’s not careful.

But nonetheless, he waits for a second. Waits for any kind of response from the younger. A shake of the head, a sharp inhale, maybe even a quick “no.” And when nothing comes after five minutes or so, Lee finally moves.

The elder is slow in reaching with one hand down to his belt where his pockets hang. He unbuckles one pocket and takes out a small packet that holds two unlabeled pills that he knows is a cruelly-made acetaminophen. It won’t do much for the younger, but it’s the best the teen’s got at the moment. He then pulls out a small 12 ounce, water bottle from the same pocket.

Lee doesn’t bother buckling the pocket as he raises the two items high in the air for the younger to see. He’s far more cautious this time when he speaks, “Here, I’m going to put it down then take a few steps back. I’ll even turn around, bud.”

The younger’s blade trembles stronger when he points the tip directly at the elder’s hand holding the items. His head lightly shakes in a “no” gesture, eyes almost pleading.

Lee doesn’t wait this time when he crouches down, breaking eye contact, to put the two items down at his feet. He raises his hand into the air again before taking five cautious steps back. He notices the younger looking away into the corner, but he doesn’t let it deter him. He turns his back to the younger, keeping his hands up.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready,” Lee announces and waits silently.

He listens. He listens for the sign that the younger has moved, waits for the moment the younger breaks the seal on the water bottle. Maybe even the ripping of the package of the pills or the soft gulps the younger takes. He doesn’t expect it to come anytime soon, but he’s willing to wait. He travelled twenty years back to the past insane the world, he can wait a hour or two for the kid to take a sip of water.

And wait he does.

He waits for what seems like ages.

Lee waits with his arms raised, trembling the longer it takes. Trembling like the younger’s but not of fear. Lee waits with his back to the dangerous younger who had returned from hell. He wouldn’t mind a new cut to add to his collection. If it would give the younger some peace of mind, then a little blood shed is nothing.

He just wants Little Blue to be okay.

He simply wants Little Blue to at least take a tiny sip of water. That’s it. Just one little step forward will be enough.

But he starts to get concerned after some time. He hasn’t heard anything from the younger in so long, he’s not even sure if the younger is still there. He hadn’t heard the trigger of the younger’s portals spark with life. While that could mean the younger is still there, the silence doesn’t ease his concerns.

He thinks about opening his mouth to get some kind of reaction, but he doesn’t want to startle the kid. After all, this whole situation isn’t for Lee, it’s for the teen.

So he silently pleads in his mind, Come on, Blue. Just one little sip. That’s all I need.

He waits for what seems like decades. He waits as his muscles grow weary and his shoulders beg for mercy. He waits the tips of his fingers run cold and the weight of his prosthesis becomes unbearable.

And he waits until finally. Finally, he hears the shuffle of feet.

Lee freezes where he stands, not daring to even make a single breath.

He hears the cautious steps toward his back and for a brief moment he thinks he’s actually going to be stabbed in the back. But then he hears the smallest scrape of plastic. And the magical sound of the plastic seal breaking. Then the smallest little gulp.

It makes Lee’s heart soar. Never had he imagined hearing someone drink the tiniest sip of water be better than the sound of crispy bacon cooking in the morning.

Then he hears another gulp. Then another. And another. Each gulp sounds more desperate than the last, pairing with the crunch of plastic being squeezed together. He hears the smallest plops of droplets of water hitting the ground. Until he hears the plastic hit the ground in several scratchy thuds.

Lee waits for anything else. He doesn’t move, still afraid of scaring off the younger. But then his heart catches in his throat when he hears the tiniest sniffle.

He cautiously turns, twisting his waist so he doesn’t move his feet. He twists his body despite the aching pains that beg him to take a step onto to accommodate his tired joints. He twists until he has to look over his shoulder and sees the younger on the floor.

The younger is crouching on the floor, curled into a standing ball with knees tucked close to his chest but hiding his face. The sword is long abandoned in the corner of the room, which gives Lee some comfort that he won’t be stabbed. Although, he feels worse than stabbed seeing the younger look so small.

Lee’s hands fall to his sides. He doesn’t take any steps forward but asks softly, “What do you need? I’ll get it for you.”

The younger’s voice comes out dry and croak-like, it’s worn out and sounds too painful to be speaking. But he speaks anyway, and it sounds like the softest whimper, “Water.”

Lee takes a sharp breath to steady himself before doing anything drastic. “I’ll get you all the water you need.”

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💙 Leonardo, the man you have become 💙

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More feral worms. Returning to the rescue for a sec.

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Batman would haaaate to see them coming

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Lover look at me, look at me lover pleeeease

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“I missed you back then, so be here with me.”

Idk about y’all but the fact that they’ve lived multiple lifetimes haunts me :’)

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First chilly day | part 7

🌻 whoops, did not mean for the next update to take so long but here we are! raph and donnie are fearing for their lives!! I also decided to play around a bit with the colors and stuff this time.

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Physical and mental

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Can. Can you please do #11 with the Fang AU?

11. "Just keep breathing. In and out. You're doing great." (Minor warning for blood and injury).

Hamato Leonardo knew himself to be a turtle of many enviable talents. Out-of-this-world charisma, rugged good looks, hilarious, a tactical mind, and a resourceful field medic. The whole package. Except, he was not a scientist. He'd never had the patience or the attention span for fiddly formulas, obsessive note-taking, and tedious repetition needed for an experiment to be successful. As the team’s leader and face man, Leo thrived in the gray, mixing information and spontaneity, tweaking and twisting to ensure the outcome he wanted came to pass. Science was Donnie's world. His egg-headed twin thrived in black and white; relying on repetition, craved clearly defined variables, delighting in percentiles and predictability. That was what balanced them in the end, what made them tick as twins. Brainiac and face man, street smarts and book smarts, innovation and invention.

And maybe that was why he was struggling now, sitting hunched over his secret pile of medical books, scowling as he compared them to the ones April had brought from the library. Squinting at tiny, cramped print as his head pounded, forcing eyes crusted from lack of sleep to open to absorb the paragraphs detailing anatomy, herpetology, and epidemiology, alongside pictures that were various degrees of uselessness. This was Donnie’s world, and maybe he would have enjoyed this torment. Maybe, his twin could make sense of these "viral counts" and "impact percentiles ". Maybe, if his twin weren't strapped to the bed behind him, delirious and writhing in pain, they could have already fixed whatever this thing was.

"Shell," Leo groaned, throwing down his pencil as one hand rose to rub his tired eyes.

He was going to get crow's feet and fine lines from glaring at these useless books, things he could (loudly) tolerate if they were to result in a solution to whatever plaguing their purple brother. But they hadn’t so far. Days of effort, nights of burning well past the midnight oil, and all he had to show for his efforts was a splitting headache and a massive collection of unwashed tea mugs. None of Donnie's symptoms matched with anything detailed in the textbooks, or CDC and WHO websites. Given the creepy level of the lab they'd wreaked, it wasn’t truly that surprising, even if it was frustrating. There was, shockingly, not a lot of published research on mutants, let alone their illnesses or immune systems. But, illnesses didn't just come out of nowhere! He didn't need a fancy piece of paper or a Donnie-level IQ to know that. Whatever was ailing Donnie had to be documented somewhere. But he was a field medic for pizza's sake! He knew how to set bones, sew up cuts, and head off infections. Not cellular biology!

Throwing his hands up in defeat, he slouched back into his desk chair. Maybe Mikey was right. Maybe it was time to call in Draxum, much as Leo would rather eat a bucket of nails or light fire to all his limited-edition JJ comics than say it out loud. Mad scientist psycho or not, the Yokai understood a lot more than Leo did, in this one area anyway. And while they were at it, maybe they’d been looking at things all wrong. If a science-based solution wasn’t available, maybe a mystic solution could help? It would be the most delicious kind of irony, given Donnie’s historic skepticism of anything mystical or magical. Maybe their father could take a trip to the mystic library, or they could send one of the Casey’s to Witch Town. So long as they didn't drop Donnie's name in any conversations it would probably be...

A pained snarl cut through his thoughts, and he whirled the chair around to find Donnie bucking against his restraints, head thrown back in a terrible arc as he gasped for air.

"Whoa! Easy D!" Leo exclaimed, jumping out of his seat to reach for the oxygen mask and tank that April and Casey Jr had kindly "liberated" from April's school following the Krang invasion. "Just keep breathing Dontron, in and out."

His twin hissed in response, pants deepening to a guttural growl as Leo approached and attempted to press the mask over Donnie's nose and mouth.

"Come on man, you're doing great. This is going to help you do even better, so chill out a little and I'll-"

Faster than lightning Donnie struck, neck muscles stretched and strained as he ducked around the mask and sunk his teeth deep into the flesh of Leo's forearm.

"OW!" Leo yelled, the oxygen mask slipping from his fingers as they spasmed open in shock. "Dee, let go!"

Donatello snarled in reply, sharp teeth sinking and shredding as his jaws clamped down on Leo's limb.

"Get OFF!" Leo bellowed, jamming the thumb of his free hand into the pressure point just behind the soft shell’s jaw. It took way longer than it should have for Donatello’s teeth to release him, too many long, painful seconds before Leo could pull his arm away and stumble back a step from the bed, cradling his injured limb close. Torn flesh burned against the open air, pain licking out from fingertip to elbow while small crimson streams braided into rivers as they raced across his skin to follow gravity to the floor.

“What the shell?!” Leo snapped, free hand clamping down over the injury as he stumbled towards the cabinet that held their stock of bandages.

Donnie hissed again in reply, and Leo had to fight the urge to cringe away from the way his blood smeared across his brothers lips and chin, the way it painted his sharp teeth when said lips peeled back in a snarl. Dark eyes followed every jerky move as he fumbled with trying to disinfect and wrap the wound with one hand, breaths hitching as the pain in his arm built, creeping like the most agonizing ivy towards his shoulder. Slitted predator pupils zeroed in one the…wait…Donnie didn’t have slitted pupils. None of them did. Their eyes had always been human…

“What the…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence. Between one breath and the next the pain exploded, lancing up his neck and spearing deep into his chest. His jaw snapped shut around a cry as every nerve in his body seemed to simultaneously go up in flames, numb and useless legs folding like a house of cards as he hit the concrete floor of the med bay. He tried to break his fall, but his body failed to respond to any desperate command his brain tried to send. He tried to call for help, or maybe just scream, but his lungs couldn’t pull in the air he needed. He was trapped, a silently writhing vessel slowly filling up with pain.

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Jason Todd design pt. 2 - his UTRH design is the best so I kept it similar, still working out the kinks though

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I think Rose had no issues turning into Steven because she knew Pearl would serve him the same way she served her.

And I use the word served intentionally here - while she broke many habits the environment she was in instilled in her, Rose still had subconscious discrimination towards Pearl and you can see it in her actions towards her.

The lack of awareness towards her feelings, disregarding her opinions, uplifting the other gems in ways she never gave her. She was her own Pearl but she was still a Pearl in Rose’s eyes. Her function was that to serve and the war worsened that mindset the both of them already had of Pearls. Rose knew that Pearl would continue her function after she stopped existing and Steven was created

Unfortunately, Pearl really never had a chance and honestly wouldn’t have unless Rose disappeared. Steven truly was the best thing for Pearl’s development

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Not every fan is gonna read the art book so maybe don’t use that as a reason to start hating on me. I’ve seen the show multiple times and was simply thinking about their relationship.

I never said Rose didn’t love Pearl, I said she had subconscious prejudices towards Pearls because of their servitude towards the diamonds. It’s realistic that while she developed an understanding that Pearl (and other gems) are their own selves, she would still have an unintentional discrimination towards her (which is not her fault considering her environment with the diamonds) which could’ve been unlearned if given the right circumstances. I also never said she never treated her right, just that there were short times their relationship defaulted to that of a diamond and her pearl.

Yes, she loved Pearl and the show did not do a good job of showcasing that - many times the show pushed the idea that Greg was the only one she ever loved which is disheartening to the story of Rose and Pearl. They had a very complex dynamic, while it wasn’t always unhealthy there is aspects that were unfair to Pearl. To not acknowledge the unhealthiness is to ignore their initial dynamic and why the growth was so wonderful in the first place.

I think Rose had no issues turning into Steven because she knew Pearl would serve him the same way she served her.

And I use the word served intentionally here - while she broke many habits the environment she was in instilled in her, Rose still had subconscious discrimination towards Pearl and you can see it in her actions towards her.

The lack of awareness towards her feelings, disregarding her opinions, uplifting the other gems in ways she never gave her. She was her own Pearl but she was still a Pearl in Rose’s eyes. Her function was that to serve and the war worsened that mindset the both of them already had of Pearls. Rose knew that Pearl would continue her function after she stopped existing and Steven was created

Unfortunately, Pearl really never had a chance and honestly wouldn’t have unless Rose disappeared. Steven truly was the best thing for Pearl’s development

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I think Rose had no issues turning into Steven because she knew Pearl would serve him the same way she served her.

And I use the word served intentionally here - while she broke many habits the environment she was in instilled in her, Rose still had subconscious discrimination towards Pearl and you can see it in her actions towards her.

The lack of awareness towards her feelings, disregarding her opinions, uplifting the other gems in ways she never gave her. She was her own Pearl but she was still a Pearl in Rose’s eyes. Her function was that to serve and the war worsened that mindset the both of them already had of Pearls. Rose knew that Pearl would continue her function after she stopped existing and Steven was created

Unfortunately, Pearl really never had a chance and honestly wouldn’t have unless Rose disappeared. Steven truly was the best thing for Pearl’s development

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drew them being nice too often. they are assholes