#Gram Jones

[cherrythepuppet]

Gram Jones

Gram is the fankid of Vinnie and Mel (AKA GangPirate)

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 14-15

Gram is a very shy and quiet kid often being the one You forget is there sometimes since Gram doesn't like talking, Gram also doesn't like crowds and has only a select few friends

Gram is quite insecure with how he looks sometimes, He likes having his long hair but he doesn't like it whenever people mistake him for a girl

He tries to dress more masculine and keeps his hair up in a ponytail, His hair covers his eyes too and he doesn't move it because he likes it thinking maybe it gives off some mysterious vibe and people would find him cool

Likes: Gummy worms, collecting little trinkets to give to those he cares for (He can make bracelets and necklaces out of almost anything), Card games (Vinnie taught him how to gamble the moment he could speak), rain

Dislikes: Social events, large crowds, anything scary (He's a scaredy-cat),

Family/Friends: Mel, Vinnie, Skipp, Stone, Charlie, Scribble, Cinnamon, Sora

Enemies: Ditch, Rochelle, Paige

Neutral: Tre, Bailey, Olive, Pebble, Reese, Elliot

[I wanted to include how Gram feels about some OCs but when it comes to some other people Fankids, I wanna know how theirs feels about Gram before I add anything so if You wanna be added then let me know!]

Rochelle: @sugarpuffzsstuff

Sora: @dmr-au

Olive: @averagetmntfan

Bailey: @baileythebean

[hapfish]

Risetober 2024 Day 7+8+9: Karai, Casey, and Haunted House!

i got an idea in my head ok. dw about me combining 3 prompts. combined @sariphantom 's day 9 (Haunted House) with another list's 7 and 8 (Karai and Casey). first time ive drawn either of them so say nothing <3

[lunar-years]

The bts pics of her ugly stuff mightve been because they were brands they had deals with to show her in. Whereas I wouldn't be surprised if the ball dress was custom made for her by a costume department.

We have strayed so far from god’s light because WHERE is my full body shot of the soccer ball dress!!!!!

[prettygreenpills]

Can I call you mum?

summary: Larissa adopts you and you get a little scared

“Y/n, would you like to go with Miss Weems?” The woman you called mum for the past few years since you could remember called you and Larissa, the high blonde woman looked at you, gifting you with a smile. “It’s your choice honey.”

“I would love to,” you said quietly and hugged your jacket. You were already ready to leave.

“Alright. Miss Weems please sign the adoption papers here,” Mrs Rogers said and you were watching the pen sliding on the paper. What if she would decide to not take you?

“Here you go,” Larissa signed that paper and tossed it over to Mrs Rogers. Something inside of you tickled and you looked up at the woman. She was your family now.

“Thank you. I will tell Philip to take Y/n’s things to your car. It is really pleasant to see that you truly care for Y/n, I know she would be safe with you.”

“I am happy to hear that,” Larissa said back and Philip was already at the reception. He smiled at you sadly and took your suitcase where all of your clothes were.

When he helped you with your things getting into the car. When you got in, you just waved to Philip sadly, somehow knowing that you’ll never see him again.

“Can you tell me something about yourself Y/n, that we didn’t talk about yet?” Larissa asked you and you looked at her. You felt like you have told her about everything already. Looking at her with a little fear in your eyes, you started playing with your jacket.

“Well, there is nothing much to say really. I’m fifteen, but you already know that. I don’t know my parents and I really like you.”

“Are you happy? That I adopted you?”

“Yes I am,” you said with a little smile on your lips and when you realized that Larissa saw it, you turned away, looking out of the window.

“You should do that more often.”

“Why do you think so?” Asking her back immediately, you realized that it might’ve been a mistake.

“Because smile suits you. And I would like to see my daughter smiling a little more than I have already seen,” she explained to you and when she said that word “daughter” you felt something tickling in your chest.

You arrived to her house and all you could do was just watching the building. She lived in a really huge house and you were somehow really happy about it. All you knew was just the building where you have been for the past few years.

“Come, I’ll show you everything,” Larissa reached out her hand and you looked down at it. Taking it really slowly, you stepped next to her and took a deep breath.

“You live in here?”

“Yes. Do you like it?” She asked you back and you just nodded your head, not paying any attention to that your things were levitating straight to the house.

Larissa showed you everything. Her study, the bedroom, your bedroom, kitchen and the bathroom. There were so many other rooms and you were both walking through the house. Your heart felt so warm and you felt already so loved.

“Would you like to ask something?”

“Can I unpack in the bedroom?” You asked a little shyly and Larissa smiled, nodding her head. Your things appeared in the room and you took a deep breath.

“I will be in the kitchen okay? If you are not sure where it is, just call for me,” she smiled softly at you and you nodded your head. She stayed in the doors for few more seconds and you looked at her. Smiling, she walked away and left you alone in the room.

Sitting on the floor for some time, you were just absorbing the surrounding. You had a family now. She was your family. You lived in a house with her and she seemed to be happy with you.

When you were done with unpacking, what didn’t took you that long, you decided to change into more comfortable clothes. After that, you decided to go and search for a bathroom where you could take a quick shower before you went to search for Larissa.

She was in the kitchen just like she said. Sitting on the bar chair, she had her MacBook opened and she was clearly working on something. When you walked inside of the room, she closed the MacBook and looked at you.

“Hello Y/n,” she greeted you with a warm smile what made the corners of your mouth go a little up.

“Can I have a question?”

“Of course. What is it?” She turned to you with her whole body and she was giving you her full attention.

“Uhm… maybe it’s too soon or something but we know each other for some time,” you started slowly and also played with your fingers in front of your body.

“Come here darling, sit,” she pulled out the second bar chair for you and you followed her request, sitting down next to her. “What’s the issue Y/n?”

“I… You are like a parent to me now. Can I- I mean… Can I call you mum?” You asked a little worried about her reaction and looked up at her. Larissa had a huge smile on her face and you could see how her eyes were shining. “I mean I don’t want to call you Larissa since you’ve adopted me and I don’t know how should I call you…”

“You can darling,” she answered after you went silent for few seconds and she opened her arms. You immediately hugged her and rested your face on her chest.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for such a thing. Have you unpacked already?”

“Yes. I put all of my clothes in the wardrobe, even though there are not much of them,” you said, pulling away softly to not hurt her.

“We could go shopping tomorrow if you’d like. And we can get ice cream on our way back home,” she offered. You were surprised by her reaction. This was how it felt to be a part of someone’s family?

“That sounds lovely,” you answered with a smile. “Uhm…”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a question?” You asked and Larissa smiled even more.

“You don’t have to ask me that,” she said and brushed your cheek with her thumb. Feeling that warm from the inside you desired to feel for such a long time, made you a little more confident.

“Where is dad?”

When you saw her smile drop a little, you knew it was a bad question. You wanted to start apologizing immediately but as if Larissa knew what was about to happen, she started explaining.

“I don’t have a husband or a boyfriend. It will be just us for a bit of time,” she said, making you nod. “Actually there is a little thing happening between me and someone, but there will be no one else until you won’t feel comfortable with me enough.”

“I already feel comfortable with you,” answering her, you made her chuckle.

“If I will like someone, I will tell you. And of course ask you if it’s okay,” she promised, making it tickle inside of you.

“Thank you so much mum.”

“Of course. You’re my number one in my life,” your mum said and you felt like melting. All you have wished for in your whole life was the person you were living with now.

A mother, who would love you for who you were.

[mad4turtles]

brave when I have to be (pt 2)

a ROTTMNT future!fic

[PART 1 HERE]

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Casey is going to die.

Physically, he's no worse for wear. His broken hand is an easy fix between Master Mikey's healing hands and the sling Aunt April fashions to keep it steady against his chest, the cuts he received from Subprime's claws are all stitched up, and the bruises will eventually fade with some ice. 

Mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Casey can feel the noose around his neck, tense and tight as the silence chokes the med bay.

Master Leonardo hasn't said a word. He'd tended to Casey's minor lacerations, but his face was hard and cold. He didn't look Casey in the eye once. And Casey's too afraid to try, so he keeps his head down and doesn't talk. It won't do much to prevent his death, but it might quicken the blow. 

Leonardo puts the equipment away, carefully rolling up the unused bandages and throwing out the bloody tissues. Michelangelo takes Casey's uninjured hand and holds it tight. April is typing something on Uncle Tello's Genius Built vambrace, probably checking in on the soft shell. 

Thinking of how badly his hands shook as he fought for control makes Casey's eyes burn with shame.

Sensei snaps the first-aid box shut and straightens, facing the wall. “Commander.”

Everyone jumps. Aunt April sets her jaw and steps forward. “Sir.”

“Take Casey to my quarters. I'll finish up here. Michelangelo, help Don. It's been over ten minutes, and he hasn't calmed down. He might need assistance.”

Twin senses are something else, Casey thinks in awe.

But Uncle Mikey frowns at Sensei's shell. “Leo—”

“Michael. Go. Help. Don.”

Uncle Mikey's frown deepens, but he lets Casey go with a final hair ruffe before floating off the ground and through the door. Aunt April gives Sensei's shell a look before helping the boy off the bed and herding him out of the med bay with an arm around his shoulders. 

Her grip is tight but not restraining. He could run for it right now. He wouldn't get far, but he could try.

But the look on April's face has him leaning against her instead. He needs it about as much as she does.

They reach Sensei's room—back where it all started—and Casey sits on the bed. It's huge, just like Sensei, and soft as far as old mattresses go with limited resources. 

April rolls her neck and shoulders with a long sigh, hands on her hips. “Damn,” she says with feeling. “What a freakin' day.” 

She looks at Casey, frowning sternly, and the boy wilts under her gaze. She's always been fierce, fearless and wild as his mother, but she's never lost her temper the way she did. Even now, all shades of angry and frightened, her stare doesn't burn through him, but still blisters the skin. 

“Your Sensei's prolly gonna give you hell when he gets here,” she says, “but I'mma give you my two cents real quick. If you ever pull that shit again while I live and breathe, I will slap the caps off your knees.”

Casey believes her. He's seen her do it. “Yes, ma'am,” he squeaks.

April nods. “Good.” Then she leans down to squeeze Casey in a hug. Eyes watering, Casey returns it as best he can with one arm, burying his nose into her shoulder. 

She kisses his cheek. “Love you, baby.”

Casey sniffs. “Love you, too.”

There's a knock at the door, ending the moment swiftly and cruelly as April lets go and straightens. She claps him firmly on the shoulder with a smile that sits like a grimace and says, “Good luck.”

Gee, thanks. I'll write that on my tombstone.

Sensei walks into the room, big and imposing in ways Casey only ever saw in the aftermath of battle. April leaves Casey and gives Sensei a long look on her way past him. There's a conversation in their eyes Casey isn't privy to, a connection a lifetime in the making beyond anything Casey will ever know. 

Whatever April says has Sensei sighing, shoulders drooping. April briefly squeezes his left hand and leaves the room. Sensei shuts the door behind her, and then it's just them. 

Sensei's metal hand clenches the handle tight for a minute. Shoulders climbing to his ears, Casey bites his lip.

Then Sensei faces him, the frown as deep as it was in the med bay but not as cold. He crosses the short distance until he's looming over Casey, folding his arms. 

Casey has never felt so small.

“I don't think it needs to be said, but I'll say it anyway,” Sensei says lowly. “Casey, I am very disappointed in you.”

He isn't yelling, but this feels ten times worse. Casey ducks his head, staring hard at his lap. “I know.”

“See, I don't think you do. You—Jesus, Casey, you could've been killed today!” Sensei's voice climbs as the anger spikes, frustration drawing a hiss from his chest as he pinches the bridge of his snout. “You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you could've jeopardized the whole team! They had no idea you were there or that you left! What if you blew their cover by sneaking off? What if Subprime called for reinforcements while he hunted you down?! Did you even have a plan? Do you have any idea what you could've done?!”

Casey's eyes fill up and spill over his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry,” he hiccups because his body enjoys betraying him today, making him look and act like the baby they all see him as. At this point, though, he probably deserves it. 

“I just—I just wanted to help. I-I thought I could be a s-scout, spot the danger before it got too close. I didn't mean to get caught. I didn't mean to make trouble or—or hurt Uncle Tello or make you mad.” He scrubs his good arm over his face and only makes more of a mess as he sniffles hard. “'m so sorry, Sensei.”

He can barely see through the tears but watches the fight drain out of the slider. The fire dies, and Sensei sighs long and heavy. He sits on the bed next to Casey, rubbing his left hand over his face wearily. For a moment, he says nothing, Casey's sniffles filling the silence.

“... Casey,” he says softly, still retaining some of that earlier sternness. “I'm... I'm mad, don't get me wrong. Like, I'm freaking livid at what you did. But I don't want to be mad at you because I know you. You wouldn't have done this unless you thought you had a damn good reason. Am I right?”

Hesitantly, Casey nods.

“Thought so. So... Help me understand. Why did you go up there? Did you feel like you had to?”

Casey swallows a sob and nods again. 

Sensei nods back. “Okay. Why?”

“'Cos—“ Casey's voice breaks. He tries again. “'Cos I wanted to show you I was... good enough, y'know? That I'm brave enough, s-strong enough to help everyone up there. To help you so you don't get—get hurt again.”

He tries not to look at the gleaming metal arm and fails. 

Sensei hisses a curse and leans back on the bed. “Knew it,” he mutters. “Freaking Tello, stop being right all the time.” 

He turns back to Casey. Understanding gleams in aged golden eyes. “That's why you were so hell-bent on going up this morning. You want to protect me.”

Finally. 

Casey's eyes fill up again. “Y-Yes. I was just trying—I only wanted to help, Sensei, I promise! Y-You came back but—but you almost didn't, y-you nearly died and—and I can't lose you, too, Sensei, I can't—!”

“Oh, buddy.” 

Sensei—no—Uncle Leo pulls Casey to his chest, pressing his beak into his wild black hair, holding tight, the ever-steady rock for Casey to cling to as he falls apart. “Shh, Casey, it's okay. You're okay, just breathe. Easy, hijo, easy. I'm here. I've got you.”

And with that, Casey gathers all the fear, frustration, anxiety, love and grief of the day and sobs his heart out. Uncle Leo churrs, a soothing rumble deep in his chest that sometimes reminds him of Uncle Raph, but still every inch his Sensei.

(Another word that sits heavy on his tongue, ready and aching to be spoken. He doesn't say it. He needs to take back what he did say first.)

The sobs eventually die into sniffles. Uncle Leo pulls Casey closer, left hand carding through his hair. He swallows hard and then sighs. “You have your mother's spirit for sure. Always looking for a fight—for what you believe in or just for the sake of it. Or to protect the ones you love.”

He draws back to meet Casey's eyes. He lifts the tip of his blue scarf to dab the tears off Casey's blotchy face just like he used to. He almost loses it all over again. 

“But she learned something—we both did—that we can't always fight our way through everything,” he continues sombrely. “Sometimes we can't fight, no matter how strong, smart or brave we are. Sometimes it's better to stay low, wait, and hone your skills. Helping in little ways that might not seem important but mean everything when the time comes. Trust me, Case. You do more for us than you even know.”

Casey stares into his Uncle's eyes and almost searches for a lie. He knows better, though, so he doesn't.

As if reading his mind, Leo smirks. “I wouldn't joke about something like that, bud. As for the whole 'protecting' situation, you don't have to do that. And you sure as hell don't have to go looking for trouble to prove anything to me or yourself. That's not what being strong or brave is about.”

Okay. Casey gets some of that, but—“What about you?”

“Eh?”

Casey swipes his arm under his nose, ignoring the snot on his sleeve. “You go up looking for fights every day.”

Leo sweats. “Uhh, it's—it's not quite like that—”

“And you're the strongest, greatest ninja the world's ever seen.”

“Gee, that's not gonna inflate my ego or anything, thought I left that shit behind—”

“And you're not scared of anything!”

Leo pauses. His eyes grow distant as he stares at his lap. Casey watches. Had he said something wrong...?

“I was today.”

Casey blinks. 

He'd known Uncle Tello and Mike were scared—they wear their hearts on their sleeves, just in different fashions, much like Auntie April shows her worry with threats followed closely by rough but warm affection. But he hadn't thought...

“You—you were?”

Leo turns. He looks right at Casey like he holds the moon, sun and stars in his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He reaches for Casey's shoulder and pulls him close enough to press their foreheads together. The slider shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. 

“I thought I might lose you,” he says. “You're all we have left, Case. You're the reason we're doing any of this. You're the reason I'm brave. Don't know what the hell I'd do without you, hijo.”

Oh. 

Oh holy shit.

Casey's chest feels warm and full, like a boiling mountain ready to burst. His eyes sting enough to hurt, but the grin across his face hurts more it's so big. It's a good hurt, though. He hasn't had many of those.

“Oh,” he chokes. Then he giggles, a little hysterical, and nuzzles his forehead against Leo's to bring a chuckle out of him before they draw back. Casey sniffs messily. “Guess even great ninjas get scared, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Leo huffs, swiping a thumb under his damp eye—like Casey wouldn't notice. “Like you wouldn't believe.” 

Still riding the giddy high, Casey snickers. “Y'know what, though?” he whispers, despite them being the only ones in the room.

Still, Leo leans in and whispers back, “What?”

“I think Subprime was even more scared. I mean, if Krang could piss themselves—”

Leo throws his head back with a startled bark of laughter. “Jesus, kid—!”

“Am I wrong?” Casey cackles, kicking his feet. “I mean, what you did was sick—in more ways than one—and he deserved it! An eye for an arm! That's what he gets for messing with my Dad—!”

Leo stops laughing. Casey's eyes pop wide open. They stare at each other.

Casey sweats. 

Too much, too soon, too far. 

But then Leo smiles, wide and delighted, eyes brighter than Casey has ever seen them. “... Hell yeah,” he says. “And that bastard had to learn not to mess with my son.”

Son. Casey could dance. 

But then Leo's smile becomes a sly grin, his right arm slowly moving around Casey. “And you're right. He had it coming. 'Cos nobody messes with your Dad. C'mere, you!”

“Oh no—!” 

He snatches Casey up, pulling him into his lap and driving his knuckles into Casey's scalp. It hurts like a bitch but Casey's laughing as he squirms and wriggles in the slider's metal grasp.

“AH! Nonononono—ow, Sen—Dad, stoppit—!” Casey giggles.

“Absolutely not!” Leo cackles. “And don't think you're off the hook just because you called me 'Dad' and we had a whole heart-to-heart thing! Your ass is still grounded—for three months!”

“What?!”

“You heard me! You are not getting out of this by being cute—oh shit—!” 

Casey wriggles enough to dig two fingers under Leo's chin, making his partially retreat into his shell long enough to loosen his grip and let Casey scramble free, grinning manically. “Gotcha!” he hollers, leaping on top of the turtle right as his head pops back out, attempting to put him in a lock with one arm.

“Ohoho, you wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts!” 

Leo jumps off the bed, Casey bundled in his arms and shrieking with shock and delight when the turtle manhandles him until he's upside down, legs kicking wildly in the air as Leo hugs him around the waist and spins. “Now, who's got who you little shit?!”

“I'm gonna puke!” cries Casey, the blood rushing to his face. “Mercy, mercy, white flag, I surrender—Sensei, my arm!”

Leo chuckles, gently tossing a breathless Casey back onto the bed. He heaves a long sigh, a smile stretched wide across his beak. “Alright, alright. But seriously, three months; for dissing me earlier, for leaving, and scaring the utter shit out of all of us.” He sits down next to Casey, his smile falling a few inches. “Especially me.”

(Casey thinks of how he'd snarled at Subprime before he'd gauged his eye out, how he'd been taut as a stretched copper spring from the moment they returned until the second he had Casey in his arms, and believes it.

Fear and worry take many forms. His Sensei's is an inferno, tamed to a candle for those he loves as their guiding light. For Casey, it's a supernova, barely contained, until the boy looks his way, holds his hand or smiles—all that's left are embers, gentle and warm like a campfire to protect him against the dark and the wild of a ruined world.

His love fuels his fear, and vice versa. It's a vicious cycle Casey won't fully understand. But he won't forget it as long as he lives.)

Sobering up, Casey flops against the pillow and sighs. “Yeah. I know. And I really am sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“Not just for leaving, but... for everything I said before. I didn't mean it and I shouldn't have said it. I won't do it again.”

“I know you won't.”

“No, really, I mean it!”

“I know you do.” 

Casey pouts. “How do you know?”

Leo smiles, leaning over to chuck Casey under his chin affectionately. “'Cause you take after me. So much that it's scary, honestly. So I know you did what you thought you had to, and I know you won't do it again now that you've seen where you went wrong.”

… huh. 

“So you're saying, like father like—?”

“Don't finish that sentence.” 

“W-why?”

“Nothing against you, just. Meta humour.”

“What are you actually talking about.”

“Don't worry about it. Let's just get you back to your room to rest.” Leo stands up and stretches until bones pop in his back and remaining arm. “We can iron out the details of your three months when we're not both keyed up and—”

“A-Actually...”

Leo looks at Casey over his shoulder. “Hm?”

Casey stays where he is, twisting his fingers in a show of nerves he's yet to curb. “... can I... um...?” He shrinks back a little, face burning. It's so stupid, bonding moment or not. “...can I stay here tonight? I mean, it was my fault, I know, but I'm... just...”

Leo softens immediately. “Ah. Still freaked out?”

“I think I'll dream of being chased through the sewers for the rest of my life.”

“I would say that's a good incentive not to do that again, but I won't lie, it'll probably happen again.”

“You are not helping me feel better.”

“Then scoot your tiny ass over so I can sleep already, damn.”

Relieved and scolding himself for ever doubting at all, Casey snickers and obediently shuffles across the bed to the wall, ducking under the blanket as Leo removes his gear, scarf, and mask and carefully detaching his mechanical arm, setting it on the long desk to charge in the port Uncle Tello made for him. 

Then he lifts the blanket and falls gracelessly into bed, deliberately bouncing Casey to make him yelp. “Jerk,” Casey giggles.

“Brat,” Leo retorts with a yawn. He pulls Casey closer with his left arm and shuts his eyes. “Now shut up and go to sleep, or it's five months.”

Casey snuggles against his plastron. It should be uncomfortable, but to him, it might as well be a second pillow. The steady heartbeat under his ear is a lullaby, and his eyes droop as the day finally catches up to him. 

He closes his eyes. “Aishiteruyo, otōsan.”

He feels Leo stiffen. His heart stutters beneath Casey's ear.

Then—“Heh...” he chuckles wetly. He drops a kiss into Casey's hair. “Te quiero, hijo.”

In the safety of the underground, under the watchful eyes of his family (in whatever form they may take), Casey feels safe. Warm. Loved.

There's no need for bravery here. In his father's arms, he doesn't have to be.

Casey falls asleep with a smile.

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[singeratlarge]

“See the lazy windmill slowly turning ah…carving up the marble canyons of the sky. See the dust around my feet go churning ah…moving down the winds of the highways of goodbye…”

SONG OF THE WEEK: “Silver Moon” (a Mike Nesmith song) https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/silver-moon...There’s been a critical reappraisal of Mike Nesmith’s production and songwriting, specifically his ground-breaking 70s country rock material with The First National Band. They made a trilogy of albums that fused old school country with post-psychedelic rock, Tin Pan Alley, and Latin styles. Truth is, Nez was dabbling at this before and during The Monkees; The FNB just elaborated on it (even if people didn’t “get it” then). Decades later this phase of Nez has a fresh audience, with some arguing whether Gram Parsons or Nez was The Original Cosmic Cowboy.

In November 1970, Nez & The FNB released the single “Silver Moon,” charting in the lower rungs of the Top 20. In the late 80s I added Nez’s “Silver Moon” to my solo set. In the 90s, I began working with Davy Jones, the British Monkee. He heard me do “Silver Moon” at a gig, then he started singing it (there’s a bootleg around of us doing it in Circleville OH). In 1996 I met Nez at the JUSTUS recording sessions in Nashville. I told him about the coverage “Silver Moon” was getting, and he was amused and surprised. A year later I convened with a Nez tribute act called The Third National Band (Donna Bailey, Gary Owen, Scott Ringle). We cut this version of “Silver Moon” that imagines Buddy Holly with cranked pre-amps. John Bechdel (Killing Joke, Ministry) is at the mixing board. 

#MikeNesmith #MichaelNesmith #SilverMoon #FirstNationalBand #countryrock #TheMonkees #DavyJones #TexMex #GramParsons #CosmicCowboy #Justus #Nashville #JohnBechdel #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #DonnaBailey #GaryOwen #ScottRingle #windmill #marble #canyons #sky #dust #highways #goodbye

[happydragon]

SO. I've been having thoughts about Hamato Ninpo and their colors. I'll be using this website/chart as reference. I'll also use this picture under read more (cuz this is gonna be a doozy) as reference, that for some reason is really blurry.

NOW.

I think each living user has a ninpo color unique to them. When they die, their spirit becomes the color of the first user Karai, which is Green. After going through the above list of colors and their meanings, I think I know which colors the two sisters would have. 

So the boys’ colors are Red, Blue, Violet, and Orange. Violet is still a purple color/shade, and the symbolism behind violet fits Donnie better than purple. Splinter and April are Gray and Yellow respectively. Casey Sr, Drax, and Casey Jr are Burgundy, Magenta, and I'm still trying to figure out Jr. Also still trying to figure out Piebald too.

ONTO the lost sisters.

First off, I think working for BM is named Artemisia after the artist Artemisia Gentileschi. I don't know a whole ton about her, but I feel like the name fits better than Frida and Arty would be a really cute nickname. I unfortunately don't have a name for the sister stuck in another dimension. I'll refer to her as Lost Sister 2 or LS 2.

Now for their colors. Arty would have Teal and right now I'm leaning toward Pink for LS 2, although Fuchia fits well too. I don't have any idea what their ninpo would be nor what weapon (I am leaning towards LS 2 having fans). I definitely believe the turtles' weapons are like a conduit for their ninpo until they can master it themselves. Karai for example didn't necessarily need a weapon to use her powers.

These are all the thoughts I have for now. Feel free to add your own!

[swartzmark]

Coming This Summer

[joegramoe]

Gram Parsons, Michelle Phillips, Andee Nathanson and Brian Jones of The Rolling Stones son, Julian.. later adopted by Donovan, I believe..

Photo by Tom Wilkes

[bbbansh33]

GOOD EVENING TUMBLE OF THE ER,

I haven’t posted art in whatever long because i’ve been experiencing the fattest art block in the world ever ever ever (also school is just kicking my ass which is always a factor to my sorrow and paaaaiiinnn)

BUT- A-ha! Lookie what Mr. Coopie has in store!!! Here before you in a corn mine drawing I made like a week or two ago idgaf rn this isn’t about that.

Anyway, THIS page is special because Tall glass with ice animation studios (blokes responsible for the corn mine music video) saw it and WANTED IT ! So it’s away and about to new york in the most tree killing envelope ever!

So here’s the page and the concept for the page that rotted in my procreate gallery for weeks on end

(VERY DIFFERENT I KNOW!! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE DIGITALLY BUT I FOUND MY PASTELS AND RAWDOGGED IT)

[rhey-007]

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FP Jones x reader | 18+ SMUT

Summary: after saving your brothers ass from serpents, you get a pleasant surprise from FP

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (f receiving), slight age gap (reader is 20, FP in his late 20's), outdoors sex

Author's note: it's my first time writing smut 🫣 so I apologise in advance (just in case) 😅 enjoy!

It was 31st October 1995, Halloween.

Your first Halloween as an adult.

Your father was a farmer known for his halloween corn mazes so it was obvious that you would help him prepare it for halloween. You would go inside and place various decorations, starting from jack-o'-lanters through scarecrows, finishing at bedsheet ghosts. That was a standard, but this year you also decided to hire your friends to dress up as monsters, hide in the corn and scare people. Of course you weren't an exception either. You dressed up as a blood thirsty nun that greeted children, teens and adults by the entrance, and later joined your friends inside the maze, while your father sold the tickets dressed as a murderous clown.

You found scaring people fun, especially the kids. But your enjoyment came to an end later that evening when you had to come back to the reception and replace your father for a while. That's when a scarecrow like creature came running in your direction. Though it didn't take you long to figure out it was your older brother Ben, who must have gotten himself in some shit again, followed by a couple of furious serpents.

You didn't say a word, just shook your head disapprovingly and shoved Ben into the maze. As you later found out, your brother angried the serpents by stealing from them, it wasn't a lot but you knew each gram of heroin was worth the anger. Ben quickly left but managed to shout you a short thanks and sorry.

Now you just had to deal with the serpents...

When they made their way to you, you would finally see who it actually was, and of course it couldn't be anyone esle than Forsythe Pendleton Jones II with his two sidekicks. In that moment you knew you'll have a hard job to do. You didn't know FP personally, but you heard a lot about him, mostly bad things, and you started to worry you wouldn't be able to handle them.

''What do you want here FP''

You stood in front of the gateway and looked the man up and down, just as he did to you.

''Move. Kid.''

He hissed, but you just furrowed your brows and crossed your arms. No one's gonna call you a kid, especially not that douchebag. You stood there in silence for a while, neither of you planning on moving, so you finally spoke up.

''I don't care what he did, but I'm sure you're not pleased with that. But instead of chasing him and trying to beat his ass maybe you should try to think of a way to prevent more situations like that, huh? ... Oh wait! You can't, you're too dumb''

You smiled at him sweetly after your short speech. FP curled his hands into fists angrily, a vein about to pop on his forehead. He had enough of the bratty girl so he just shoved her to the ground and run into the maze. The girl took too much of their time already.

After getting up from the ground and dusting yourself off, you looked at your watch wondering how much time it would take the three to come back. In fact it didn't take them a lot as just after few turns they were lost. Good thing one of them memorised the way, so they came back the same way they went it. You smirked triumphally seeing three slumped figures leave the maze, you knew well they wouldn't make it far.

At night you sneaked into Ben's room to retrieve the stolen goods, you couldn't let him take it after all.

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The next day was time to clean the maze and gather the corn. You and your best friend Ashley cleaned it from the early hours of the day and just by accident FP knew about it. In reality he met one of your friends he's seen you once with in the town and forced that information out of him. He came to the attraction early enough to already find you inside. The man sneaked in without Ashley noticing and found you quite qickly as you weren't far away.

''You already finished Ashley?''

You asked as you heard someone move behind you, but you couldn't care enought to turn around. Well... not until you heared his voice.

''It ain't her''

He said as he came closer to you. You gulped softly not expecting to see FP there.

''The attraction is closed, come back next year''

You huffed, trying to stay calm and not show the slight fear that boiled inside of you. Why you were so scared suddenly? Because you had nothing to defend yourself with and the look in his eyes made you feel uneasy. FP looked at you as a predator would look at his prey. He moved closer and closer until he had you squished in a corner.

''If the attracion is closed then why are you still here, sugar?''

The nickname made you feel sick, which you couldn't say about his cologne that weirdly calmed you down. FP put his hands on your hips and squeezed them gently.

''Not a lot of people stand up against me... Yet you...''

He licked his lips while looking down at you.

''You did it without a second thought just to defend your stupid brother. And you know what?... That turns me on''

FP didn't even give you a chance to say something before he smashed his lips on yours. You had to admit you were pleasantly surprised, which sounds weird considering the fact that you didn't even know him. But he was handsome... really handsome, and you always had a thing for him that you never admited out loud, even though he was older than you and it felt a little inappropriate. So when he kissed you, it just took you a few second to kiss him back, which surely satisfied and exctied the older man.

You pulled away when you felt breathless and looked down not wanting to make eye contact with FP, a dark blush appearing on your pale face.

„You've just kissed me as if your life depended on it and now you're all shy?"

The man mocked, his hand reaching up to capture your chin and lift it up so you would look back at him, a wicked smirk was painted on his face. It really suited him. Soon FP's hand wandered back to your hip to then grab your ass. You squeaked when he picked you up, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck. He put you down on hay bales stacked together then started his unholy ministrations on your neck, earning quiet moans from you every now and then. If that wasn't enough, one of his hands rubbed your thigh up and down, each time coming closer to your aching core, while the other creeped under your shirt, slowly making it's way to your breasts.

„Fp... „

You moaned out, your hands gripping his mucled arm and burgundy T-shirt. The man took it as a sing to proceed further, his hand slipped under your bra and started to massage your breast. Your palm slid down his clothed torso to meet his semi hard member and grip it gently. He groaned into your ear when you did that and bit it softly then captured your lips into another, more aggressive but still passionate kiss.

„God dammit sweetheart... „

FP couldn’t wait anymore, he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down then did the same to your shorts and panties. You looked down, your mouth in slight agape. He was huge, at least he seemed like it, you didn’t think you'd be able to take him all but you were wrong. With one swift thrust he was balls deep inside of you. A juicy moan escaped your lips which made FP slam his hand on top of them.

„Shh... We don't want anyone to find out, do we?"

He whispered and tilted his head softly. You just nodded obediently and let him fuck you. His hips moved with an agonizing yet sweetly pleasuring pace. You never thought sex could be that good, and it wasn't your first time.

„Shit... Ya feel so good... „

He groaned out. His palm moved from your lips to your neck to grip it softly, your own hand quickly following it signaling your worry about the act.

„Don't worry... Don't wanna loose such great pussy so quickly... "

The man breathed out between grunts. You decided to trust him so you moved your hands to his cheeks to pull his face down for a kiss. In meanwhile FP started to circle his thumb on your clit, giving you even more pleasure and almost immediately making you reach your orgasm. He groaned dissatisfied into your lips and mumbled.

„Thought you'll last longer... Now you gotta gimmie another one sugar...”

He sped up his movement both on your clit and inside of you.

„I... I-I can't take it... Anymore... "

You've managed to say between moans, but it didn't seem to affect the man in any way, he just kept fucking you relentlessly.

„You on the pill? „

He asked suddenly when he felt the two of you were about to finish. You just nodded and soon another wave of pleasure hit you alongside the warmth of FP's seed spilling out inside of you. You both breathed heavily, neither of you going to say anything, just indulging in pleasure and silence. Soon FP pulled his member out of you, his semen slowly spilling out.

„Look at you...”

The man smirked triumphantly after tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants back up.

„Wouldn’t thought Ben's sister's pussy could be that good of a fuck”

You just rolled your eyes, you were kind of annoyed that you've let him fuck you but also really satisfied. You cleaned yourself with a tissue then put your underwear and shorts on.

"And I wanted to give you this back"

You said as you wiggled the bag of heroin in front of his face and shook your head with a smirk. FP smiled back at you and snatched the bag away to then hide it in the pocket of his jacket.

„When's next session? ”

You soon blurted out earning a little confused look from FP at first but his expression changed rather fast, as now he was smiling from ear to ear.

„I'll pick you up at 7. Now lemme help you get this maze cleaned”

After a some time, what seemed like a few quickies and fuck sessions turned into something more.

[acewithapaintbrush]

@somerandomdudelmao s latest update for the Cass apocalyptic series has given me mental damage so I'll make it everyone's problem

🐢🐢🐢🐢

Donatello remembers falling asleep. It's a generous word for dying, but that's what it felt like. Closing your eyes and just drifting off, just a feeling of contentment and peace. As peaceful as dying can be. 

It was painless at least. That's a plus if you ask him. The constant heaviness in his bones, the itching at the back of his eyes, telling him to close and never open them again, the constant buzzing in the back of his head. It all just went away the moment he let go. 

For a second he'd felt weightless. Free. He'd felt young again, had imagined himself jumping over rooftops with his brothers and feeling the wind on his skin. The battle shell a comforting weight on his back instead of the crushing burden it has become during the last few weeks of his life. He'd imagined himself jumping and landing, jumping and landing, effortlessly. Had imagined himself looking to the left and seeing Leo, keeping pace, grinning and whole. Looking to the right and seeing Mikey and Raph, happy and laughing. He'd imagined looking forward again and seeing April and Dad and so many others, standing there, waving at him, their silhouettes stark against the sun lowering behind New York's skyline. 

He'd thought "Ah. This must be heaven" 

And then nothing. 

And then too much, all at once. Like a computer going into overdrive, a hard drive rewriting and deleting itself over and over. He feels torn apart, his body rearranging itself constantly, nothing but a mist of energy one second and in the next blink of an eye a solid mess. When he has eyes and he can look down, he sees hands and arms glowing and glitching, but before he can panic or make sense of anything, he is gone again, just shadow and clouds, scattered across what his world has turned into. 

This is nothing like what Raph described. Donnie expected some mystical mumbo jumbo, thanks to their ninpo and their connection to their ancestors. But what he'd expected had been Gram-Gram and Dad, waiting for him with open arms. 

Not whatever the shell this is! 

Figures! Even in death this mystical stuff manages to screw him over. Paint him surprised. NOT! 

Time seems to be meaningless here. It feels like forever and it feels like just a second before something changes in his new world. The light changes, the texture of his surroundings solidifies. His body is as stable as it ever is, glitching and oozing with overflowing ninpo, but here and real. 

There is a figure in the distance and Donatello can't make out who it is but he knows, knows as instinctively as he knows himself, as he knows his brothers. 

The figure comes closer and they collide and Donnie feels himself rip apart AGAIN, but this time it's different. This time it's like coming home, like breathing in after years of holding it all in. 

And then there is nothing and then there is a lot again. Not too much this time, just the right amount. But confusing and dizzying. Donatello is still not quite back yet, still feels alien to himself, but he's as whole as one can probably be after dying. 

There are many new sensations pressing down on him. All of it familiar yet unfamiliar. The ninpo of his brothers, but much too young. The familiar energy of Casey Jones surrounding him, in contrast older and much more burdened than it should be. 

But no time to panic. Assess and analyze Donatello, it's what you do best. There will still be time to freak out once you have figured out what the hell is going on. 

"You know, I think I might need to invent a new scale to rate this rescue experience."

[frogonamelon]

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT PARAMOUNT!! WOO!!

After well over a year of being in this fandom, I was finally able to see the series finale!

Some minor spoilers for folks who don't have access to season two below

This might be an unpopular opinion but the fight scene at the end of Battle Nexus New York is probably my new favorite fight scene in the series (including the movie). It's the only time we ever get to see the entire clan/family fighting and its brilliant! Cassandra catching April's bat midair and wielding it herself, Splinter sliding in and knocking Draxum's feet out from under him to save his life, Mikey chucking a mode of transportation at the Shredder for the second time this season its great!

As for the inspiration for this, two particular standouts this season were Leo and Cassandra. They have interesting parallels in their arcs, both finding themselves in leadership positions and gaining new mentors. Casey getting a position she always chased before finding out it's not something she really wants vs Leo having a position he never wanted thrust upon him. Leo losing his new mentor figure vs Casey saving hers at the last minute.

I wish we had gotten more time to savor General Jones. It's the scariest she's ever been, and I love it! This woman almost kills Big Mama for daring to imprison her master within less than three minutes of being given the chance! I see 03 Shredder/ Karai in her.

Leo, meanwhile, is wielding what would be (in this hypothetical au) Karai's sword. A single katana as opposed to his previous superfluous odachi. I could see him picking it up right before he knows they have a retreat plan, knowing how dangerous it is to be completely unarmed in front of such a foe and wanting to protect his family (and wanting something to remember Gram Gram by).

Technical Notes:

I did Cassandra first and inverted it. Color picking from that is how I got Leo's.

There's a lot of opposites between them:

Cass is top and front lit whereas Leo is back and bottom lit.

Leo is standing tall and facing upward whereas Cass is leaning forward in an almost bow and facing downwards. Same with Shredder and Karai

Shredder has his back to his General whereas Karai almost presenting her g-grandson.

I changed the yellow prominent in the ring to purple since it's the color that Big Mama and The Shredder share.

In designing General Jones, I blended usual depictions of Casey Jones with depictions of The Shredder and Karai.

Cassandra's previous mask that covered her mouth is now replaced with one that covers her eyes. Take from that what you will.

I cannot draw the turtles without some sort of pants on. Sorry, I just can't

[shittygaypornmagazine]

"Casey can eat anything, he is from the apocalypse"

Your honor, Casey O'Neil Hamato Jones Junior is nothing but a Victorian child. He can eat rats but he will crumble if you give him more than two grams of white sugar. He can be killed with a single lollipop. Diabetes is his sixth name. If he as much as tries a Dorito he will throw up and don't get me STARTED on spicy nuggets.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Snow Day

Title: Snow Day Prompt: There's a snowstorm, and someone's been gone since before it started. They were supposed to come home hours ago, so a member of the group heads out to find what happened to them. Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 3681 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Casey Jones Jr, Raphael, Leonardo, Baxter Stockboy cameo Warning: Casey gets real freaked out and has a minor anxiety/panic attack Summary: Casey goes out just before a snowstorm happens and gets caught right in the middle of it... Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram! Reused old art for illustration lol, you can see it on AO3

@cheetochild989 @tmnt-write-fight

Posted on AO3 <-

"I won't be gone long," Casey promised. "It's only a few things."

"Still, it's your first time buying groceries alone," Leo mumbled, the tap tap tap of his crutch echoing against the floor. He didn't always need it, but some days were harder than others. "I could go with --"

"No," Casey interrupted him, holding a hand up and stopping Leo in his tracks. "If I'm ever going to figure out how to live in this time period, then I need to learn to do these things on my own."

"Sheesh, alright!" Leo joked. "And don't say 'time period', this isn't the Victorian era! It's only what, 20-plus years into the past? Time period. Woof! You make it sound like we're ancient wizards or something..."

Casey laughed at the idea. The only one he could truly call a 'wizard' was Mikey, but he hadn't really gotten to that stage just yet. Mage, yes. Wizard? Maaaaybe in a few months, if he kept up the training with Draxum.

Casey and Leo went over the list one more time, adding one or two last-minute items that Leo suddenly thought of as they made their way to the exit. Casey stuffed the list into his pants before shoving a large and slightly oversized jacket over himself, struggling slightly with the arms.

"Don't forget your hat and earmuffs," Raph reminded him as he walked past. "It's really cold out today."

"Gotchya," Casey nodded, handling the earmuffs like they're some new and exotic species. "We didn't really have cold weather in the future..."

"Really?" Leo asked, his head tilting to the side. "What were winters like?"

"I dunno, like 60 degrees at the lowest?" he shrugged. "What with all the planetary devastation and laser blasts and global warming... weather became sorta nonexistent."

Raphael shuddered at the thought of such a thing. No weather meant no rain, no snow, maybe even no real wind or cloudy days. 

"Well, try to be home soon okay? I think there's a call for heavy snow later."

"Sure thing," Casey replied, half-paying attention to Raph as he walked out the door. After all, this is the past, and everyone has it so cushy! There's nothing dangerous here except for idiot muggers and a few mutants. What could possibly go wrong?

"And don't forget the mittens!" Raph called after him. Casey walked back into the lair, retrieved his gloves, and then walked back out.

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Casey Jones Jr was starting to really like New York City, circa 2020. It was a different kind of hectic, but Casey had lived his entire life in chaos.

Instead of dodging missiles, he was dodging taxi cabs.

Instead of wild krang dogs, there were people walking a dozen angry chihuahuas and poodles and dobermans to earn money.

Instead of corpses laid to waste on the ground, there were a few homeless people sleeping in cardboard boxes.

Differences with small similarities.

The biggest difference was the turtles. Sensei Leonardo was no longer a tall and hulking king of the apocalypse with a robot arm who took no slack from anyone or anything -- he was now an ego-stripped teenager with a knee that had been so twisted up that it counted as a physical condition and they could qualify for disabled parking with the tank. Master Michelangelo was no longer someone who looked older than time and could create lavish magic spells with a flip of his hand, but an untrained child with an unbridled adoration for drawing and reality cooking shows. Uncle Tello was not the cybernetic scientist in overalls with a hundred extra technological advancements, but a nerdy teenager with 'secret' plans for anarchy against the US government. Raphael... well... Casey couldn't remember Raph firsthand. There were some photographs and video recordings of him, a few stories passed down, but the big red giant had been killed in action a few years after Casey Jr was born.

But this time period -- er, the past was still nice. It was crazy how many people he recognized. Baron Draxum, Commander O'Neil, Master Splinter, Todd 'The Sasquatch' Capybara, Big Mama... Casey would just be walking down the street and he'd see a couple with a child, and he'd realize the kid was one of the medics that helped him when he'd broken his leg. He would be buying pizza and the cashier was one of Uncle Tello's tech apprentices. In the Hidden City, an octopus Yokai would offer to sell him some mystic potion and Casey would recall they were one of the cooks in the mess hall who always gave him extra portions to help him grow, even when rations were low.

Casey reached the end of memory lane when he found the grocery store he'd been looking for. He casually walked inside just as a few unnoticed flakes of white began to fall from the sky above him.

"Hello, and welcome to the Stock & Shop!" an older woman greeted. "Holler if you need anything!"

Casey nodded with a smile as he started to gather everything on the list.

Chicken soup: got it.

New batteries for the remote: donezo.

Flaming-hot chips: three bags procured. 

Four different brands of soda: orange blast for Mikey, sugar-free cola for Raph, flavourless juice for Donnie, and diet blueberry bubble waters for Leo. Check.

Popcorn for movie nights: not yet.

The popcorn in question was placed on a hard-to-reach shelf high above him. Of course, this one particular brand that Mikey so desperately needed was at the very top. As Casey was reached up for the requested snack, a voice chimed in behind him.

"Better hurry, there's supposed to be a wicked snowstorm tonight!"

Casey jumped back, startled by the sudden sound. He looked down and saw a short, scrawny kid with a comparatively huge head looking up at him.

"Oh, hey. You look familiar...?"

"This is my parent's store, I work here all the time. Or maybe you've seen my videos? My channel? STOCKBOii?? Cybersleuth??"

"Stockboy? As in Baxter Stockboy?" Casey wondered, his eyes widening as the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Yeah! You've heard of me?" the child asked excitedly.

"Kind of," Casey replied, not exactly sure how to explain that Baxter had worked as one of Donatello's apprentices to create warships and mechas during the golden age of the Resistance, despite Sensei's reluctance. "I heard about the whole 'Mutant Menace' fiasco."

Baxter groaned loudly.

"Uggggh, that whole thing. My parents still won't let me leave the house unsupervised. It's ridiculous! One mass panic and riot instigation, and they turn on me! At least the judge agreed to let me work off community service in the store..."

Casey smirked just a little.

"Hmm. Anyway, you said something about a snowstorm?"

"Oh, right. The weather report says it might get up to two inches."

"What might get up to two inches?"

"Um... the snow? Look, it's started snowing already!"

Baxter Stockboy pointed out towards the front entrance. A small sprinkling of white could just barely be visible beyond the glass.

"Oh," Casey shrugged. "Doesn't look too bad."

"You say that now, but it's supposed to get below 30º Farenheit!"

"Oh. That is kinda cold," Casey agreed. "...But I'm sure it'll be okay."

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Ten minutes had passed.

Raphael received a notification from the weather app, informing that the previously predicted 'heavy snowfall' was now a full-blown snowstorm.

That probably wasn't good. But it wasn't terrible, either. Just some snow.

"Boys, it looks like tomorrow is another snow day!" he announced to the rest of the Hamatos.

From various rooms in the lair, Raph heard them shout in excitement.

"Yes!"

"Alright!"

"Snow day, hooRAY, baby!"

Raph smiled. He couldn't wait to introduce Casey to his first snowfall...

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Casey had finally gotten all the items on the list and was preparing to check-out, when an announcement went over the loudspeakers.

"Attention shoppers -- we encourage all patrons to finish up their errands, as we will be closing soon due to the weather. Thank you."

Huh. They sure were getting all riled up over this 'snow' stuff. Casey had witnessed a few storms before in the months prior, but it was never too bad. Thunderstorms were freaking terrifying, but only because they were loud and Casey's first thought was always that an air attack was happening. But he loved watching lightning. It reminded him of a few magic spells Master Michelangelo had performed on occasion...

Casey finished up the last of his errand and purchased the items. He needed a little help when trying to decide on paper or plastic, and for a moment he forgot the pin number for the card Splinter had given him, but other than that all had gone well.

He stepped out of the store, the glass doors sliding past him gracefully.

And he was greeted by a harsh blast of cold. It almost knocked him over, the icy wind biting his face so much he dropped the bags of groceries in order to cover his face with his regrettably un-mittened hands.

Okay. He was starting to see what people meant now. He hurriedly pulled his mittens on and scrambled to cover as much of his head as he could with his hat and earmuffs.

It had been cold these past few months, sure, but not like THIS! This was arctic.

And what's more, the sky was raining ash. That only ever happened when Uncle Tello sent missiles to blow the Krang vessels to kingdom come. So why was no one terrified, or hiding? Besides, there were no more Krang ships to incinerate. So then, what was...?

Casey happened to glance to the side and saw a kid sticking their tongue out. Their parents did the same. They caught a few of the flakes on the tips of their tongues, laughing as they shivered. Casey watched in wonder. He held a hand out. A single fleck of white flittered down to his palm, delicately touching down onto him, and melting upon impact with the glove. Casey was gently bewildered. He looked up at the sky. The heavens above were masked over with clouds of grey, hiding the universe from him, guarding him from the wonders he couldn't understand or comprehend. And yet, the universe deemed this wonder fit for him to comprehend?

Casey's mouth hung open as he gazed at the sky, confused. Snowflakes fell against his cheeks, his eyelashes, his lips, his chin. He stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes. It took a few minutes, but finally he felt one land and melt in his mouth.

...Underwhelming, if he was honest.

It was just water. He kind of expected a flavour.

The wind suddenly whipped against him. It had calmed for the brief moments that Casey stood there, but now was circling back in full fury. Casey gasped at the fierce chill, bundling himself up more and more before gathering the supplies and shuffling back to the lair. The wind swirling around him, the snow raining down with a vengefulness.

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Twenty minutes had passed.

Raph had started to feel like he was forgetting something. He wasn't sure what, though...

Donnie had re-fortified the lair and central heating system, so now it would stay extra cozy despite the freezing temperatures outside. You could hear the wind start to roar if you went to the exterior tunnels and big exit door.

Raph remembered how in the early years when they were all teeny tiny turtle tots, Splinter had them all stay in the same room to conserve heat. He'd set up tons of heat lamps and space-warmers, bundle each one in extra-fuzzy blankets... Looking back, he could clearly see the panic that Splinter would be hiding at the idea that maybe they could all freeze to death if they weren't careful, or maybe that the power would go out when they weren't expecting it and he'd only have a few minutes to come up with a plan before hypothermia could creep in like a ghost. It was probably extra terrifying considering that they had minor cases of brumation when it got way too cold. They got better at combating it, wearing warm clothes to help stay warm. And it helped that they also had some minor mammalian DNA too, meaning that they had to be utterly and agonisingly cold for brumation to actually take effect. 

Still. Raphael had mad respect for Splinter now. He'd kept his cool and kept his calm, never once displaying the fear that probably filled his mind day in and day out. Raph wished he knew how to do that...

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Was Casey even going the right way?? He couldn't tell anymore.

The downpour of snow particles was starting to get so heavy that Casey couldn't even see ten feet in front of him, even with his mask on. Constantly blinded, he relied mostly on the lights from cars or neon signs to help guide him down the sidewalk. He couldn't remember the last time something like this had happened...

Maybe... during the dust storm incident. Sensei and Casey were in a losing battle against the Krang one day and in a sheer panic, Leonardo portaled them away and into some random place far, far away. Leonardo had initially assumed it was some inhospitable desert in the middle east or something, based on how much sand and wind there was. But after a quick look at the tracking device Donatello had installed, they realized that it was actually just New Mexico. Or, what was left of it. Sensei Leonardo had sent them right smack-dab in the middle of a dust storm, where the drought-riddled land had become so dry that the wind created massive walls of dirt and dust that engulfed everything. It could suffocate you, dehydrate you, blind you, etc. The might've died if Leonardo hadn't thought quickly and found a shelter for them to hide out in. He'd dropped one of his swords during the storm, so the two were forced to wait it out. Sensei Leonardo never did find that other sword. He'd had to create a new one with his ninpo.

Anyway, this snowstorm felt like the exact opposite of the dust storm.

Rather than hot and dry, this was cold and wet. But the stabbing sensations of small things constantly flying into you was the same. The wind that threatened to carry you away was the same. The loneliness was the same.

Casey was convinced that he'd gotten turned around somehow... He wasn't sure where he was.

Forget being able to see ten feet away, he could barely see his own hands in the storm!

This was not good. Casey reached up, feeling around his mask for a specific button that would activate a distress beacon. He'd modified it so that Donnie's tech could receive the call, and hopefully it would go through. But if the storm was as severe as it felt, then it was possible that the lines would be down and the lair's internet access and phone lines wouldn't get the message.

Casey found the button. He'd have to hope that they'd get the signal.

He pressed it, and then pressed on, hoping that he could find his way home on his own...

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Thirty minutes.

The lair was starting to get terribly frigid. Raph waltzed into the kitchen, shuddering from the chill as he did, hoping that maybe Mikey would start making something hot to eat and that in turn would warm up the kitchen. He only found Leo in there, swirling a mug of hot cocoa that he'd heated up. 

"Brr-rr-rr, it's cold! I thought Donnie fixed the heat?"

"He did, but it's still pretty frigid," Leo sighed. "I'm starting to get worried..."

"You think the power might go out?" Raph asked.

"No, I'm wondering where Casey is."

Casey?

OH SHOOT, CASEY.

"Raph completely forgot that Casey was out!" Raph screamed, hands flying through the air. "I thought he came back fifteen minutes ago! You mean he's still out there?!"

"Relax, it's just snowing. Not that big of a deal," Leo said as he took a long sip of cocoa from his mug.

"Leo, you do realize that Casey's never seen snow before?!" Raph reminded him. "And this ain't no ordinary gentle snowfall, this is practically a blizzard!" 

Raph huffed angrily before rushing to the lair entrance. He grabbed a coat, some galoshes, a scarf, gloves, snowpants -- the whole shebang. Leo followed casually, sipping his cocoa gently as he walked after him.

"Where'ya goin'?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm goin' after Casey, of course!" Raph yelled.

"Do you know where he is?"

"I got him right here on the little tracker thingy."

Raph held out his phone to display to Leo the small signal coming in from Casey Jr's mask.

"Mhm," Leo hummed. "Okay. Well, when you get back, maybe bring home a pizza too."

"Leo, can you be serious about this?!"

"Okay, fine. When you find him, call me and I'll portal the two of you home. Okay?" Leo suggested. "No sense trudging through the cold back and forth."

"Great, thanks," Raph grumbled before running out the door, pulling his collar up to prepare for the wind and wet.

Raphael ducked out. Down the corridors, up a ladder to the top of the street. He pushed the manhole cover aside with ease. He was instantly met with a barrage of wind and ice, the snow and slush that had been atop the cover sliding down and splashing onto his face.

Raph sputtered softly, wiping his face off before heading into the fray...

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Casey was huddled against something. A wall, a stone, a tree, a car -- he could hardly tell. It was so cold, his skin felt like it was peeling off. His eyes stung from the wind, his feet ached from the chill, his arms hurt from the cold and from carrying all the groceries with him this whole time. The straps on the plastic bags were digging into his arms, cutting off his circulation. It was so windy and loud, he couldn't hear the traffic of the city anymore. His jacket was coated in white.

He'd hoped that he could shield himself with whatever he was leaning against, but the wind came from all sides.

It was terrifying. Being alone. He hadn't felt alone like this in so long...

He remembered sitting alone, like this, long ago...

The wind whipping around, the sky dark, the battlefield torn and scarred, white flakes of ash raining down from above. It was cold that day, too. Casey couldn't be older than four years old at the time.

The ground was covered in grey and white from all the ash and cinder. Casey was covered in the powdery residue himself, his face white as a sheet, his messy and greasy hair holding in the flakes and embers from the explosion that had decimated the world around him.

But the worst was the silence that followed. Nothingness. Loneliness. Agony.

Casey started crying. Four years old, having watched the world end, having seen his mother die, and so many of her comrades, and only to be left alone and scared? Of course he was crying.

In the distance, a figure began to move. Casey gasped, trying to cover his mouth and keep silent as the looming creature lumbered towards him. The monster was huge, it must be a krang mecha or --

"Casey?"

He recognized that voice. It wasn't Sensei, but it was just as comforting.

"Casey, where you? Casey!"

The child meant to answer. But his voice was lost in his own throat.

"Casey! I see you! I'm coming, kid, I'm coming!"

Casey reached out for the Red Giant to take him home... The silhouette of his figure in the smoke and smog that surrounded them...

But as the figure stepped through the fog, it wasn't a red giant.

"Casey! There you are!! I was so worried, what happened?!"

Casey Jones Jr was taken back to the present moment, and stared at Raph in shock.

"R-Raph..?"

"Geez, Case, you look frozen solid! Are you okay?"

Casey nodded softly, getting back up on his feet as Raph gave him a hand.

"I'm fine," he whispered. "It... it, uh, started snowing."

"Yeah, I see that," Raph chuckled. "Sorry, we had no idea it would get so bad."

"It... it's okay," Casey responds quietly. "How did you find me?"

"Well the snow's dying down a bit, so it ain't as hard to see," Raph mentioned as he pointed up. Casey did notice that during his anxiety attack, the wind has calmed a bit more and the downpour of frozen particles was much gentler. "Besides, the tracker helped. Although, I am curious how you managed to get all the way into Central Park?"

"Wha-huh?" Casey gaped, turning around and examining the area.

He had been huddled against a tree trunk, and a few feet off in the distance was a playground. Ahead of him was the cityscape, behind him the rest of the wooded little area.

"Wow. I didn't realize that I came this far..."

Raph chuckled as he grabbed the groceries from the ground.

"So, you ready to get home? All I gotta do is call Leo and we can be back in the lair with some hot chocolate!"

Casey glimpsed at the park behind them. It was... actually quite lovely.

It was a magical world, sparkling and quiet. Undisturbed. Serene.

Raph noticed Casey's stare and looked back at the scene, smiling knowingly.

"It sure it pretty, ain't it?"

"...It's peace," Casey awed. "It's absolute peace. This... I've never seen anything like it before."

Raph took in a deep breath, inhaling the peace with gratitude for a world that could give you something so gorgeous after something so terrible.

"Yeah. It's really beautiful. Tell ya what, the guys can wait for a bit. Want me to show you around the Winter Wonderland for a bit?"

Casey nodded with a dumbfounded smile on his face.

The two walked out into the park together, enjoying the peace that they both had fought tooth and nail for.

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