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Haunted City
Danny could admit that pretending to be a "regular ghost" was pretty fun. He could hide in one place and scare people who were waiting for an open door and a creepy laugh.
Honestly, Danny could do a lot more than that, the ghosts people believed in were nothing like the ones he knew. He wondered if there were simply different types of ghosts, or supernatural creatures; it was quite likely, considering that the ghosts of the Realms weren't even of the same dimension so it wasn't a fair comparison.
Anyway, the halfa had spent a couple of days "haunting" Gotham. The place was too leggy and they needed a little excitement in their lives. Of course, this led to some rumors about a spirit suffering or something similar, he didn't really care.
The "heroes" of Gotham didn't seem to share his opinion, going through all the places that had been "attacked" (they were just jokes) and looking for some explanation before calling Justice League Dark, Danny had fun scaring them a little in the process.
But he wasn't too interested in being exorcised, banished or whatever they did with rebel ghosts, so he settled on a mansion that was too big for its few inhabitants. Scaring billionaires was almost therapeutic, although the butler didn't seem too impressed by his (minimal) efforts.
#dpxdc#Immortal Danny#Danny gets bored very easily#so he started traveling to different dimensions#and looked for ways to have fun#In this case he decided to pretend to be a ghost from stories#the weak ghosts that scared people by opening doors or crying#It was almost too easy#but he supposed it made sense since he was a ghost already#dp x dc#dc x dp#Gotham looked sad#Danny wanted to cheer them up a little#harmless scares would surely help#The Gothamites were a little confused thinking they were being attacked#although some of them had fun#the bats investigated it anyway#Alfred knows there is a prankster in his house#But it's not doing any harm and no one has asked him about it#and he lives with detectives#they will figure out eventually
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i think i finally got my tie dye shirt for cliff now it’s just time to play test it 🤞🏻
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Sorry my pussy doesn’t look big enough for you
I love eating women out but I don't like the feeling of hair in my mouth. I actually like a bit of hair, just not in my mouth. Any ideas?
Grow up
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
#i’ve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabru’s smile in ep 16#he’s meeting his long time crush of course he’s trying to charm him#Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios#like atp in the story he’s tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj#Laios is the human rubix cube he’s been searching for his entire life#everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down#Laios on the other hand … a treasure trove of autistic mystery#Kabru is so locked in#Kabru used signature move: charming smile#Laios: no effect!#there’s something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic#labru#laios touden#kabru of utaya#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#wasabi rambles#seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian#baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what we’re all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO
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I love the pale garden and how it's like a parallel to dark forests. I love how the two divert expectations.
Dark forests, despite their name, are saturated and full of life. Even compared to regular forests, there's a lot more biodiversity than many of the "basic" biomes. There's three whole different trees found there, giant mushrooms, and plenty of flowers. They're one of the biomes capable of spawning a lush cave underneath it. It has its dangers just like any other overworld biome, obviously, but it's nothing overly more than anywhere else. Traversing it can be tricky sometimes and illagers may take residence in the biome's woodland mansions, but it's ultimately a very colorful and lively environment.
Opposing it is the new pale garden. Usually white and light colors are seen as pristine and good, but the pale garden takes it the opposite direction and goes right into uncanny valley territory. It has none of the color of dark forests, none of the biodiversity, none of the liveliness. It has trees and moss that look familiar, but something is off. It has a signature mob, but even the creaking is just a puppet of the trees, not really sentient, not really even plotting against anything. There's "life", but, once again, it's wrong.
I think the pale garden is a wonderful addition to Minecraft's world building as it is, but the deliberate parallel to dark forests? Delicious.
#minecraft#mineblr#minecraft live#minecraft live spoilers#<<(just in case!)#I've seen some people saying the pale garden is lazy or too modded looking but there honestly looks like so much thought went into it#Reblogged a post before this where the person mentioned how it almost feels like a callback to the emptiness of early versions of the game#Which I think is a wonderful observation because it does encapsulate that stillness that's not quite foreboding but still very noticeable#Another parallel to be found could be between the pale garden and the deep dark#Which could be a whole post on its own lmao#But there's so much depth and parallels in this drop that are relatively easy to overlook at first but once noticed are so intriguing imo#Lore enthusiasts are eating GOOD
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⭐ HL x animal crossing ⭐
something for fun bc why not......i have free will their personality types?? maybe?? : seb = smug clora = peppy poppy = normal/sweet imelda = snooty ominis = lazy (or cranky tbh) leander = jock natty = sisterly
#when i was playing new horizons i bought SO MANY nook tickets on ebay bc i was desperately looking for julian..he was my bff on the 3ds one#i have his framed photo....but i never found him😔#im not 100% on the personalities especially cloras and poppys.... but what i do know is that natty is DEFS the sisterly vibe#and imelda is definitely snooty LOL. i almost put jock for her but they just talk about working out a lot and are too nice BAHAH#plus the personalities are gendered in AC so i tried to keep that the same#also i know poppy isnt mousey as a person/shes really brave and fearless but idk... she just gives me mouse vibes anyway🥹she smol#and natty was an easy choice bc i just copied her gazelle form...imelda was also super easy obvs LOL#for ominis i wasnt sure whether to do a cat (bc they nap a lot) or the chipmunk but i just think the chipmunk is cuter LMAO#and leander i almost did horse or anteater (for the long face) but the goat just suits him perfectly i think#omg wait anteater would be perfect for amit actually ....and garreth would be a lion#dont ask why seb is randomly the only one not in his uniform... (its bc the wolf ref i was using was also in a letterman and it works LOL)#choccyart#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#clora clemons#ominis gaunt#imelda reyes#poppy sweeting#leander prewett#natsai onai#sebastian x mc
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i think the designs of the main cast r more or less solidified so it's time for the first not-a-sketch piece of this au featuring past and present avatars ! and their cat
jjk atla!au:
preliminary designs first year trio gojo/choso/nanami mahito/geto(?)/yuuta
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#ryomen sukuna#yuuji#sukuna#jjk atla!au#fanart#jjk fanart#atla!au: art#atla!au: design#atla!au: illust#hopefully this clears up any prior avatar yuuta miscommunication let me introduce u to avatar itadori mf yuuji#and his bastard past self from 11 cycles ago#sukuna doesnt like the other elements hes a purist and only wants to use the flashy bending styles :/#hes so dramatic gGHSGJSF what a piece of work#not to draw tho!!#he was similar to geto in that his design lends itself sO well to his govt-assigned atla element#red...gold....flames.......abs are Out.....#its almost too easy ?? he draws himself gomen#btw the owltiger's name is karura aka karucchi and he is. BABY i want so badly to bury my face in his fur#(he is to scale btw)#BIIIGG kitty :3#debut sukuna but yuuji didnt change at all from his edit im very happy with his design im Keeping it#going strong with my fixation on this au btw . sorry 2 anyone wanting Other art from me but also im not sorry im having so much fun
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the thing about niksoap that draws me in so much is nik is such a different personality to ghost, price and gaz. he’s effortlessly dominant but he’s also soft in a way that they aren’t; not soft as in gentle, soft as in allowing
nik is slow, inevitable; he’s like an iceberg, enduring everything in his wake and just waiting for it to submit. bc he knows it always will. there is no stopping him, not bc he’s strict or rough but bc he will outlast you
soap is energetic, impatient for his pleasure; he will brat and push and spit until his partner breaks and he gets his way. until he proves that he’s too much for them (too much for anyone, a lost cause, but if he makes them quit him at least he’ll save himself the pain. right?) it’s what makes him such a difficult sub; doms don’t want to fight to earn their place when it’s supposed to be theirs by right
but nik? he just takes it; everything soap does and says rolls straight off his back. he doesn’t even punish him, doesn’t spank him or put him in chastity or end their scene altogether like other doms have; just gives him that smile that somehow triggers every one of soap’s danger senses. nik is a sponge, taking everything soap throws at him until he’s bare; no more fronting, no more deflection. finally ready to submit
bc nik? nik has endurance. he has never ending patience bc he knows once he truly gets started, soap won’t be able to complain about not getting his. he lasts longer than any toy battery, any motor in any machine; he fucks soap right through his insults, through the biting and scratching, keeping the same even and deep pace
he fucks him through his first orgasm, his second, until he’s babbling through his third; desperately trying to lift his wet and aching cock away from the sodden sheets, the overstimulation too much, but nik’s weight pins him down, forcing him to take it without ever raising a hand
and nik doesn’t speed up, doesn’t break stride no matter how much soap squeezes and throbs around him until he’s open mouthed drooling into the sheets, eyes rolled back into his skull, cock spent between his legs; any thought of snarky insults long gone from his mind
nik’s orgasm hits with the weight of a train; always has, rolling over him long and hard as he grinds deep inside soap’s gaping hole with a low grunt and a satisfied sigh. he kisses behind soap’s ear, softening inside him and tips them over to rest on their sides; one hand cupped around soap’s throat, thumb brushing over his still-racing pulse as he holds him, waiting for him to complete the slow crawl up from the depths of pleasure
#ive said before that nik is the same type of dom as price but price has that roughness around the edges that stops him from being a soft do#ghost can be brutal in his domination; handing out punishments as easy as pleasure#and gaz i feel is very switchy with soap; its too playful for them to ever work out a proper dynamic#nik is like a calculated bulldozer; he will wring you dry of every emotion and feeling that isnt pleasure until you almost cant take it#but he knows you better than you; he knows just how far to push even if its further than you thought possible#he will praise ghost until he cries; will give gaz order after order until he feels useful and wanted#will take the reins from price and give him a chance to finally relax#and he lets soap get everything out of his head so he can take /him/ out of his head#i just love nik#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#niksoap#cod nikolai#cod nik#soap mw2#john soap mactavish#soap cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#poly 141#save post
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so i've been thinking about this
panel for awhile and, it's not even the first time Batman has threatened to beat Joker up with the precise intention of putting him in a full body cast but not kill him.
You know, that threat actually takes a rather maticulous amount of mental planning and physical control. Gettint someone within 3 inches of death but not kill them takes conscious read on the opponent's body language cues, their physical capacity and their thresholds, their highest pain point before their body gives in, and technically a rather comprehensive intimate knowledge on their internal organs and their medical history. Knowing how to bring someone close to collapse but not straight up flatline is actually a rather intricate controlled process that is subject to each individual's physical state at the moment, especially for the fact that we see Batman getting really really really close to the killing line and very much flirting with it, but never crossing it.
And honestly the presence of that threat —which he keeps telling Joker— is so bizarre and fascinating to me. Pray tell Bruce, how much time have you exactly spent mapping out Joker's body and cataloguing each and every point of it inside and out, enough that would enable you to read his minute physical responses in order to know when to pull a punch and how much?
#just normal dude things. bro things you do for your arch nemesis#everyone knows their bro's point of collapse and teeters them over the edge of death in almost delicate ways#fully assured of their own read on their bro's minute physical impressions and dancing to its tunes#just an average day in the life of a dude being averagely obsessed with his bro#godd what's wrong with them. <3<3<3#it'd be easier for them to fuck but also Bruce would rather die this instant than have anything go easy in his life#and this is from the humiliation+bondage comic too. so like#keeping very much in character Brucie#batman#batman meta#batjokes#batjokes meta
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i need adrienette to be closer than ever actually. they're both traumatized af i want them attached at the hip and a little obsessed w each other. i want them slightly unhealthy and codependent. they've been through so much shit together and now that they have each other i want them to sink their claws in and never let go
#genuinely i think if this show went the break up route itd be SOOO boring. its too overdone and too easy.#like have the main couple actually work things out for once instead of giving up when things get hard#adrien loves marinette dearly and she loves him desperately. even if i can see marinette distancing herself#or wanting a break for Adrien's sake#i think he'd beg her not to#he cant lose her too#even if shes hurt him he loves her. and he still wants her in his life and wants to love her.#text post#miraculous#controversial opinion maybe but breaking them up would almost feel like a cop out for something more interesting#ml spoilers#ml london special
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look at those slutty hands unf
#hannibal#nbc hannibal#hannigram#nbc hannigram#hannigram meme#hannibal memes#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#my memes#this was almost too easy#100+#200+#thank you for the dopamine
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Stellaron Hunter Game Night 🎮
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr kafka#hsr blade#hsr silver wolf#hsr firefly#flambo art#okay lemme hit you with my headcanons while i was drawing this (its kinda long)#firstly i didnt think about what theyre playing. space smash bros ig??#silver wolf of course sets it up and wins almost every time. its almost too easy for her yet shes still having fun#kafka doesn't really care about winning but enjoys riling up the others (mostly silver wolf lol). is not above a little spirit whispering#blade is here because everyone else is. he cant play well and doesn't understand the appeal. probably still having a good time#firefly gets really into it and tries her best to win. second best after silver wolf#the cat who is maybe elio maybe not is just here to nap and get pets. truly free#and the only couch these space criminals with a combined over 24 billion bounty own is almost too small for all of them#found family stellaron hunters my beloved
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This parallel makes me insane actually (and there is something incredibly Lawlu about it to me)
#One Piece#Monkey D. Luffy#Sanji#Trafalgar Law#Lawlu#something about Luffy saying almost the exact same thing that Corazon said to Law makes me so emotional actually#It's easy to think Corazon and Luffy would get along. they are both kindhearted goofy sweethearts#but it's more than JUST that#it's that deeper thing where they understand and carry the pain of the people they hold dear#And it's the fact that overhearing Corazon say this is pretty much what changed Law's life#To know that he is cared for and seen and someone wants the best for him#And then Law loses him#And then years later he aligns himself with Monkey D Luffy#Someone who has these echoes of Corazon in him#The echoes of the person he held so close to his heart#Like. It's no wonder Law is so compelled and mystified by Luffy in equal measure#I think if Law heard Luffy say this to Sanji he'd go insane#cause I know he's remember everything Cora said that night exactly#and it might tell him why he sought out and believed in Luffy against all odds and logic#(why he cares for him so much too. why Luffy's stubborn insistence on loving him without condition is so familiar)#I don't even know if these tags are making any sense but IM FEELING THINGS OK#donquixote rosinante#Corazon
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Ominis Gaunt is Violette's rock 😤😤 (and I love him!!)
#Ominis is Violette's greatest supporter#and she entrusts him with (almost) all her secret which she cannot tell Sebastian#lol I still haven't finish my restricted area illustration but the ideas just made it way in my head#also this happened during their 5th year#I realized I've been drawing Sebastian alots and I wanted to draw Ominis too#oh and is my handwriting easy to read? 🥹#I tried to write slow but I just dont have pretty handwriting so...#I'm open for feedback so just tell me if there's anything I can improve ;A;#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy oc#violette laurant#hogwarts legacy fluff#ominis x anne
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we're making it out of the Temple of Silence with this one !!
#i almost added ''al-Haitham sits in his special sitting pose and reads'' but i figured that was too easy#the rightmost column is my (mostly) joke column as is customary#let's gooooooooooooo#genshin impact#Thanks for the suggestions!!
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Uhuuh if you don't mind for the injury promo maybe 12 with splinter/lou and his boys, pls?
dialogue prompts
12. “Where are they? Where are they?!”
this one got away from me :') rise/2012 crossover babyyyyyyy
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Splinter’s counterpart reacted to the news of their sons’ abduction with a level of dramatics that he would never ascribe to his own self.
“What?” the shorter rat (“Call me Lou,” he had said, and then proceeded not to explain why) squawked at the disheveled humans still trying to collect their breath at the entrance of the lair. “When did this happen? How did this happen? There were TEN of you!”
Casey and April both winced in face of the not-unwarranted scolding. The children had had perhaps too much confidence as they left together earlier that evening. Donatello’s computer had alerted him in the middle of dinner to a new lead on the gang whose activity they had been following for the past weeks. Raphael had smashed his fists together, a wicked grin on his face, and said they should strike while their forces were doubled and make those ‘goons’ regret robbing every pharmacy in Manhattan north of The Battery.
“Tiny feral Raph is hilarious,” Lou’s Purple had said in a deadpan. “And also alarmingly down to commit atrocities. I want to ride with him.”
And now, not even two full hours later, their human companions returned to report a resounding failure.
Casey, scowling at the floor, said, “They got the drop on us. The door sealed as soon as we were in and the room started filling up with gas.”
“They said they were chemists,” April added. She couldn’t lift her head enough to look Splinter in the eye, staring hard somewhere near his shoulder instead. “One of their colleagues was mutated about a year ago and they’ve been studying the mutagen ever since. I don’t know what they want with the boys, but they made it sound like the gas was made with the turtle’s physiology in mind. That it would outright kill me and Casey, but shouldn’t harm them.”
Lou was bristling, tail lashing. “‘Shouldn’t’ is the word they used?” he gritted out.
“Yeah. It hit them hard in seconds. But Blue—uh, your Leo—” Casey said, with an uncomfortable sideways look at Lou, “—he managed to get one of his swords out and portaled me and April away. We waited for like five minutes to see if he’d get anyone else out, but…”
But no one came goes unsaid.
Splinter tapped his walking stick on the floor once to recall their focus, warm affection filling his chest for these little Hamato adoptees who fell haphazardly into his clan.
“Lou is correct,” he said. “It is unfortunate that your team was so quickly overwhelmed. We will discuss how to better handle situations like this another time.”
Both humans stood a little taller when it became clear that that conversation would be tabled for the time being, and April finally found it within herself to meet Splinter’s eyes.
“For now—” he started, only for Lou to cut him off with a sound not unlike a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” the shorter rat snapped. “I don’t care if they lost within two minutes, let alone two hours. I only meant,” he went on, with a hard look at the teenagers, “that you should have called the instant you were in danger! Why on earth would you run all the way home like this without letting us know what had happened, putting yourselves at unnecessary risk? This organization could have had additional members waiting to pick you off when you were alone! You could have at least made time to send a text!”
Casey and April looked absolutely bewildered. Their respect for Splinter was so deeply ingrained by now that it carried over to this odd likeness of him but they did not seem to know what to do with this manner of reprimand.
“Uh,” Casey said eloquently. “Splinter doesn’t have a phone.”
“There was the cheese phone,” April interjected. “Sorry, I mean, he had a landline. But the wiring got messed up awhile ago and Donnie never got around to fixing it.”
“You have seven children,” Lou seethed, narrowing his eyes at Splinter, “and you don’t see the importance of having a working phone?”
Splinter frowned. He was taken aback by the number seven, but more so by this hostility that seemed to have sprung up from nowhere.
“We have gotten along just fine. Donatello’s inclination towards technology was not inherited from me.”
“There’s no time to continue this conversation, and if we do I am liable to start screaming profanities anyway. Jones, O’Neil, take me to my boys.”
Lou was still bristling with anger, only now that Splinter was looking closer, he saw that the shorter rat was actually bristling. His fur was standing up as though with electric static.
“If even one scale on their shells has been harmed,” he added darkly, to no one in particular, “there will be hell to pay.”
April led the way to the garage at a sprint, hopping up without breaking stride to grab the keys from their hook on the wall just inside the door. She tossed the keys to Casey and claimed the front passenger seat for herself, leaving the two fathers to pile into the back of the van.
It wasn’t until she was still that Splinter noticed her fingertips were red and raw from where she had bitten the nails down to the quick. As Casey started the engine, her thumbnail found its way back between her teeth, blue eyes feverish with worry as she stared into the middle distance.
She was very anxious, for all that she seemed determined to keep it to herself in present company. Her sideways glance at Casey made it clear that she wanted to share her thoughts with him; a flick of her eyes toward the rearview mirror decided her continued silence.
On the bench seat beside him, Splinter watched Lou take out his own phone. It was a thin flat device, held in a protective case that looked like it would probably survive an apocalypse. The caller ID on the screen was a picture of that behemoth snapping turtle in a fuzzy pink hoodie, squeezed cheek-to-cheek with his tiny spotted brother so they both fit into the frame.
“Red, this is no time to screen my calls!” Lou said when the tinny automated voice encouraged him to leave a message. “Contact me at once or you are grounded for a month! No, two months!”
“They are probably in no position to answer,” Splinter pointed out, Lou’s restlessness leaving him feeling ill-at-ease. “I am sure they are fine. My sons have been in situations like this countless times.”
Lou pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoshi, I’m going to level with you. I don’t know how to explain that it’s weird you have become desensitized to the news that your children are in danger. My Baby Blue once locked himself inside a prison dimension with an evil killing machine, and less than a year after that he almost cracked his foolish head open on that ridiculous half-pipe mimicking some superstar skater, and my soul left my body in exactly the same manner both times. That never changes. It has never gone away.”
It was disingenuous of Lou to presume that Splinter did not worry after his sons. Of course he did. They were his greatest pride and it was a privilege he did not deserve to have raised them.
But they were not the clumsy toddlers they once were; at some point, the parent must let go of the bicycle and step back, or the child will never learn to ride it.
Splinter could not say he had ever taken the time to consider what it might have been like to meet another version of himself—one who had lived a similar life but had made different choices. He almost did not recognize himself at all in the fussy, short-tempered mutant sitting beside him.
Lou checked his phone no less than eleven more times during the twenty-minute drive. By the time Casey finally announced, “This is it,” Lou was out of the van before it had even begun to slow.
“The two of you must remain here,” Splinter told the teenagers in the front firmly. He couldn’t help but think of Lou’s scolding from earlier, and added, “If there is any sign of danger, escape at once and go to the Mutanimals. They will help.”
“I texted the group chat earlier and they haven’t seen it yet,” Casey said, flicking through his phone to double-check.
“We can’t just leave you,” April added with enough stubborn loyalty that she could have been Raphael’s twin sister.
“You absolutely can leave us, or you will be grounded, too,” Lou interjected from over by the door, his voice taking on that sharp no-nonsense tone Splinter had last heard directed at Blue over breakfast to curb his relentless teasing of Donatello.
‘It is just how he and Purple show affection to each other,’ Lou had explained to Donatello, whose shoulders had begun to creep up towards his ears the longer Blue carried on. ‘That does not make it any less irritating for the rest of us though!’
‘Skill issue,’ his twins said in unison.
‘I will cram all three of you into the get-along shirt! Do not test me!’ Lou had snapped in that particular tone that caused his children to grumble and sulk but ultimately obediently subside.
Similarly, April scowled but did not seem willing to argue any further. Splinter would have expected her to give a Miwa-worthy retort that she was too old to be grounded and not Splinter’s daughter to discipline besides, but she only jerked her chin in a barely passable nod and said nothing more. An equally unhappy but unargumentative Casey turned off the headlights and twirled the steering wheel, backing the van up and parking it by the access road.
Lou had already kicked the reinforced door down by the time Splinter joined him, and he barely had a moment to think My seventeen-year-olds are stealthier than that before he realized Lou had not come with stealth in mind.
He had the first unfortunate human within his line of sight pinned to the ground with a knife in seconds, barking, “Where are they? Where are they?”
The human, caught unawares, coughed at the unforgiving pressure on her windpipe, and managed to wheeze out, “Wh-who do you—”
“You are a scientist, and therefore I know you are not an idiot,” Lou hissed, much like the animal he had been mutated with. “Do not waste my time acting like one.”
The woman scrabbled at his arms, for what little good it did. Her eyes, behind the clear visor of the gas mask, were wide with fear. To her credit, she steeled herself enough to cling to whatever mission she and her associates seemed to have rallied behind, saying, “So many incredible things could be—be accomplished—if we had a chance to study the mutagen more closely, if we had test subjects with human-like intelligence. It’s closer to magic than science, and we could do so much—”
“You would experiment on children? My children? Turn them into lab rats?” The last he said with a very personal sort of dark anger. The scientist coughed again, and her renewed struggles were a desperate, animalistic thing as she lost the last of her air beneath the unrelenting press of Lou’s hand. “Is that what you think you should be saying to me? Is that what you think will save you—an appeal to the greater good?”
Splinter dispatched the handful of people who streamed into the room in a series of swift strikes. They were unconscious before they hit the ground.
“Lou,” he said, “that is enough. We are here for our sons.”
He was not unsettled by the shorter rat’s capacity for violence. He knew himself better than that. But he did not understand Lou’s hair-trigger temper, his turtle-shaped blind spot. He couldn’t speak for the other’s students, but Splinter’s own were experienced, and tempered, and incredibly skilled. After everything they survived and accomplished together up until now, he found it hard to believe that an organization of regular humans could pose much of a threat to their well-being.
From the way Lou was acting, it was as if he was any ordinary parent whose ordinary children had been taken in the night.
Splinter shifted to intervene when the woman Lou had pinned continued to choke. Finally, Lou released her enough that she could heave in desperate breaths.
“You would not actually kill her,” Splinter chided him, no fan of theatrics.
“Someone has not been paying attention,” Lou replied shortly. “If my boys are hurt, I will burn this building down with everyone inside it. Honor can go hang itself.”
With that, he removed the woman’s gas mask and informed her that she would lead them to the turtles without making a scene, or she would bleed to death on the floor and they would find the turtles on their own. White-faced, she wisely settled for the first option.
Leading them toward the back of the building, where rooms that were once offices had since been repurposed into labs and testing areas, the woman said hoarsely, “I didn’t know they were kids.”
Like clockwork, Lou’s fur bristled with offense. “They are wearing matching Sanrio hoodies. They speak in memes. I am sure at least one of them called you a boomer to your face.”
“No, I meant,” she said, touching her bruised throat briefly before dropping her hand, “I meant I didn’t know they were someone’s kids. I’m—I wouldn’t have—sorry. We were trying to do good. I’m sorry.”
“Hmph. I will consider forgiving you in roughly one hundred years as long as my turtles are completely fine. This door here?”
He kicked it down before she could move her head more than one half-inch in a nod. There was a flurry of excitement inside, and then Blue’s voice rang out, “Daddy!”
He sounded ecstatic to see his father, but not at all shocked. His words were a little slurred as he went on, “I told them you’d be here any minute. Our cousins over there wanted to stage a break-out, and I was like. Just nap. You know? Just take five. See, Miguel’s got the right idea.”
“Hush, silly turtle,” Lou said, his tone now a complete departure from how he had sounded for the last half hour. “Come here, let me look at you all. I need to be absolutely certain no one in this building deserves to die before we leave.”
Splinter joined him inside the room in time to take in the sight of the shorter rat attempting to hold all four of his much larger sons in his arms. Orange was deeply asleep in Red’s lap, his smaller stature probably contributing to the higher concentration of the drug in his system. The twins were upright at a forty-five degree angle, and Red himself seemed groggy but alert for the most part. They were smiling as they absorbed their father's fussy attention, leaning into his hands.
Comparatively, Splinter’s own sons were swaying where they sat. Michelangelo’s eyes were open, but his head was resting on Donatello’s shoulder, Donatello’s cheek propped on the crown of his little brother’s head. Raphael was wired, digging fingers into his thighs to keep himself awake, while Leonardo seemed to have been startled out of a meditation by the door crashing down.
They all lurched with surprise to see Splinter standing there. Leonardo in particular gazed up at him with wide eyes, as if he didn’t know what to do now that the task of rescuing the seven others was no longer his responsibility. As if he had no experience with a burden being lifted away once he had decided it was his to carry.
For the first time all night, Splinter faltered.
On the other side of the room, Blue said, “I’m, uh, sorry. I wanted to get us out, but I didn’t have time for more than one door.”
“Dum-dum,” Purple said succinctly. “O’Neil and Jones would be dead if they were still here.”
“Dee’s right for once, Leon,” Red rumbled, “you made the only call you could.”
“But I should have been able to save everyone, right?” Blue said. “I’m the leader.”
“You,” Lou said sternly, holding Blue’s face in both hands, “are seventeen.”
That’s right, Splinter found himself thinking, looking down at his eldest son. The brilliant boy he taught to read, the one he taught to fold origami flowers for his mother and sister’s shrine, the one he had stopped holding one day without even realizing it. He is.
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#tmnt 2012#splinter#hamato yoshi#lou jitsu#ratdad#hamato leonardo#disaster twins#tmnt 2k12#my writing#prompt#tmnt fic#wandering-between-the-stars#i have been awake for almost a full 24 hours#i almost made this a 2007 crossover instead because 07 splinter is my least favorite#but it would have been too easy for me to be unfair towards 07 splinter i think
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