#Mozar

[pocoslip]

Wow, I didn't know Triceratons can go to Hell too

(i don't think i ever seen any female triceratons in any tmnt shows now that i think about that, also nice animation error too)

[theoriginalonemozar]

Pantin(e)

[indieyuugure]

“This is it…and I’m okay with that.”

Raph vs. Mozar, idk I was thinking about the space arc for my TMNT and then got this idea for a picture in the finale, so I drew it :]

[redstringraven]

...listen. i think about this a lot and finally decided to draw a meme i made last year.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you write a scenario for 2012! Commander Mozar with a mutant darling?

Some time ago, you said that you wanted to add more horror to your stories. Well, I hope this idea is horrific enough for you. It takes place in Annihilation: Earth! Part 2 of the 2012 TMNT show. But things happen differently in this different timeline. The turtles fail like in the show, but Fugitoid never shows up to save them, causing all four of them to be consumed by the black hole. But the worst thing is that the triceratons, specifically Mozar, decided to spare the reader, a mutant, by capturing and locking them in their ship. Why exactly? Humans were all over the planet, but a mutant is special. They could serve as an exotic souvenir from the planet they just annihilated. It is a desperate situation for the reader and there is no hope of escape. They saw Splinter getting stabbed in the back, all their friends dying, the planet getting destroyed and now they're just a prize/pet for an alien commander.

Sure! I watched both episodes to know what to write for this :) Here you go!

Survivor Syndrome

Yandere! Captain Mozar with Mutant! Darling Story

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Isolation, Mind break implied (Darling), Mass death, Manipulation, Dark themes, Darling has Survivor's Guilt, Dehumanization (Technically), Darling is a pet, Forced companionship/relationship.

You swore if your heart beat any harder you'd die of a heart attack. Your breathing was rapid as you look around your surroundings. You were in a cell... cuffed like an animal.

Perhaps you really were just an animal... you've been one since becoming a mutant.

The memories kept echoing in your mind. The black hole, Splinter dying, being kidnapped. You grit your teeth...

Everyone's dead... not just Splinter... far as you know everyone is.

Everyone except you.

Now look at you. Stuck in a cage like some exotic animal. It didn't matter what you looked like as a mutant... The Triceratons would still deem you unique. They didn't want to let you die like the rest.

Perhaps the fate of your companions was... better than this?

You aren't sure.

"Do you still cower in your cage, creature?" A deep voice greets you, heavy footsteps standing in front of your cell. "Pardon... Mutant is the term, no?"

Captain Mozar....

You hesitantly look up, eyes catching the blue eye of the commanding Triceraton. You grit your teeth and not answer. The captain merely chuckles softly.

"You really are interesting... Hard to believe something like you was once human." Mozar hums, looking at you as you press yourself against your cell with a smile.

"I wish I was still human! That way my fate would've been like the others!" You cry, Mozar tilting his head at your sudden defiance.

"Hm... your anger is understandable." Mozar comments, leaning down to get a better look at you. "But we have plans for you... Good plans."

The Triceraton chuckles, watching as you growl at him. You were such a strange creature... unique to Earth and now the only one of your kind. Oddly enough... He felt a bit drawn to you.

"I want nothing to do with your plans. Can't you just... Toss me out the airlock?" You ask, Mozar looking unimpressed at the suggestion.

"No. Where's the fun in that?" Mozar chuckles, tapping on the cell. "You have no choice but to stay here, pet."

"... What did you just call me?" You ask, staring up at the towering alien while he watches you with intrigue.

"Well, why do you think I decided to keep you?" Mozar grins under his metal plate. "A mutant like you is exotic... a pet... you'll grow used to your new role."

You push yourself away from the cell door cage when Mozar pulls out something from behind him. You make it out to be a chain... a leash. You really were just an animal now...

A pet for Captain Mozar to enjoy.

"Best you don't fight." Mozar warns, opening the cell door. "Besides... What else do you have to fight for, Earthling?"

You feel yourself yanked out by Mozar, cold metal clamping around your neck. You pull against the leash but ultimately end up choking yourself instead. So instead... you try to stay compliant.

"There's nothing for you... except for me." The Triceraton taunts, pulling you closer by the leash so he can stare you down. "I'm all you have now, aren't I? I'm your new master... your everything."

"What if I don't comply?" You hiss, Mozar harshly pulling the leash to choke you.

"Then you'll break." Mozar threats, chuckling as you pull at your new restraints. "I either gain your obedience now... or I break you to gain it later."

The Triceraton then walks you around the room, an attempt to get you used to the leash and your new role. It felt nice to be out of the cage... but you felt yourself crumbling. His words really got to you...

All because they were indeed true.

"What's it going to be?" Mozar hums, turning back to watch you. "Will you listen to me..."

He then yanks the chain down, making you collapse harshly to your knees with a whine.

"Or will I have to break you? Your choice, pet."

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Mozar: Find all the pieces of the Heart of Darkness in exactly 10 months.

Mikey: We can do it in 9!

Mozar: 8!

Mikey: 7!

Mozar: 6!

Leo, Raph & Donnie: MIKEY!!

Mozar: 6 it is then!

Mikey: …5?

April: Mikey, shush!

[tmntkiseki]

Triceratons, along with some of their ships!

Bonus under the Read More: Some concepts from the cancelled second season of Fast Forward, which would have seen Utrom!Shredder make a comeback controlling the body of a Triceraton.

[nickkkdoesstuff]

My puter is not working so while I try to figure out how to fix it I'm trying to fit the triceratons on lone man au (name pending)

More under the cut :)

Whether is trax or Moz, they all came to earth bc the triceratons obviously have beef with the kraang, the problem is that they're 10 years late (the war's over buddy, go home) but there's still a lot of kraang influence all over the planet so either way they're staying bc the triceratons HATE kraang and want them OBLITERATED GONE REDUCED TO NOTHING

They don't like earthlings either, so this is not a "we're here to help :D" this is a "I don't like you, but I dislike them even more, so stay outta the way"

Raph doesn't trust their asses ofc and as the former leader of a resistance he keeps a close eye on them and tries to make them his allies, it's hard, but at the end of the day he gets one particular triceratons to open up to him (just barely)

SO if it's Trax then it's a lot more easier for Raph to gain his trust, Trax already plans to leave the triceratons army anyway, he's just there 'cus they REALLY hate the Kraang, (they whipped out most of their race, ofc he wants to kill them) so the story goes on from there, triceratons want to destroy the earth bc there's so much kraang left overs on it, most of the living beings are already extinct amd it will take forever to build it up again (also the risk of the kraang influence leaving the earth and spreading again is far to great) , then it's up to Raph to stop this bc why not, hero moves are totally his style

Trax warms up to him bc they're both warriors on a resistance, fighting for what they believe and for those who matter, they've got a lot more in common than they think, and Raph's a sweetheart (and fucking HOT /j) so Trax would eventually leave the triceratons and join the Earth's resistance (and kiss 😳)

If it's Mozar then I'm thinking more of an enemies to lovers lmao, Mozar being the commander is the one planning on destroying the earth, Raph tries to have a convo with him, from former commander to commander, on how the world is worth saving, Mozar ofc doesn't really care and it's actively trying to blow up the planet, and Raph (and a few resistance guys ofc) stops him every time (just barely most of the time)

I guess Mozar would eventually warm up to him thanks to his spirit, they're both COMMANDERS, they've got people under their charge, Raph KNOWS what's like to have to fight to defend your people and to survive, Mozar finds his intentions honorable and that's something he can get behind

Idk, I'm digressing akdjakjs but don't be afraid to say what you think :> I'm always taking suggestions C:

[gatorkid509]

(I don't think Gruell, the other All Stars, and that one mailman Triceraton will get any votes, but it would be a surprise if they do. I will question why anyone would like Gruell since he's a a**hole, though)

[tmntvillainsshowdown]

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Mozart/OC

for Fluffbruary Day 18 - Prompt(s): flight by  @fluffbruary and Be my Valentine 2.0 Prompt 5: "You know, whenever I look at you, I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay." by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Mozart and his girlfriend both hate flights, but she has invited him on a trip and seem oddly comfortable for once. Her reason comes as a surprise to him.

I don't know what is up with me about Mozart and anxiety comfort fics (not complaining, just something I noticed), even though I still didn't get the hang of writing him. Although I was really in need of some comfort fluff when I wrote this.

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Mozart already hated normal flights, but they had to be caught in a turbulence. Light, but that didn’t made him feel better.

His hold on his wife’s hand tightened as he stared out of the window. She’d been very helpful during the rest of the flight, always making sure he was feeling secure enough.

“Wolf!” Her own hold on him tightened too, her little more forceful tone making him turn around to look at her.

Amy hated flights almost as much as he did. She would be feeling the same way, if not worse, but all he saw was her giving him a comforting smile, before she closed her eyes and started humming a song, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand.

It was a song from one of her favorite games, that he always played for her when she was anxious. There wasn’t anything of note about this song in particular, but they came to associate it with peace. For him, especially because of her sweet voice. But she stopped short.

“You know,” Amy whispered, opening her eyes to look at him, “whenever I look at you, I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay, and I’m not afraid of even the greatest danger. You taught me that, with this song, the first time I was near a panic attack. It doesn’t mean I’m not afraid, but you make my fears manageable and insignificant, and I would like to do something for you, too. So, what do you need?”

Mozart was surprised at how often his wife still surprised him. He had noticed the change in her since that one time, but she had never told him it was because of him. For what he knew of Amy, she just had decided she had to grow stronger and bury her fears deeper in situations both were afraid of. For his sake, but not because of him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t feel safer by her side, too. Amy’s company had been the most important in keeping him calm until now. She underestimated the power she had over him, power that no one ever had and no one ever would.

His other hand cradled her cheek, and he gave her a soft kiss. Amy blushed in response, casting side glances around at the rest of the first-class passengers, who were far from paying them any mind.

“You are the only thing I need.” He said in a low tone. “Your presence is enough to make me feel safe. I still lose sight of it at times, but never doubt these words.” Mozart kissed her again and this time she didn’t resist, her free hand coming to rest over his. “Although that isn’t an invitation for you to plan unnecessary trips. I only came with you today because it is Valentine’s and you were excited about it.”

Amy laughed. Mozart would have complained if her laugh didn’t make him feel even better. Such a melodious sound.

“Fine. I had no plans for unnecessary trips, anyway. I just thought of somewhere special to go today.”

“What kind of place?” Mozart hoped it wasn’t too crowded, but Amy would never throw even more uncomfortable situations at him.

“It is a surprise, and we’re almost landing, anyway.” This time, she was the one to kiss him. “I love you, Wolf.”

For now, he only kissed her, but later he would make sure she knew just how much he loved her.

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[righteousdelusions]

actually im really jealous of people who know music like really know music, because i would like that but also i have to listen to a song 3k times to feel satisfied. Of course there are artists that circumvent this (Rosalia, Marina, Queen), but usually i just have to do it that way. And I've tried listening to albums but I dont vibe with that, ask me anything about Bjork's latest album? There's nothing in my head, except Atopos, 'cause i listened to that song five hundred times aprox

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[indieyuugure]

damn your tricerotons are huge!

Yep! I really like the idea of the Triceratons being absolute giants!

Most Triceratons are about 10 to 12 feet tall, however many of the higher ranking Triceratons are even taller(for example, Mozar is almost 14 feet tall). Only the strongest, toughest, and biggest Triceratons command power, so the higher up the Triceraton, the more of the above are present.

They’re not quite as colossal as the Rise Triceratons, but they’re taller than the 2012 and Mirage/03 ones. Here’s a little diagram to show the height comparison:

They’re BIG dinos!

[heckyeahobjectbattlecity]

Me opening episode 5 and looking at every frame

every time theres a new obc announcement i check your blog... how excited are you for obc 5

HI ia m very excited for it i prommy and with the other more recent announcement since this ask was sent um 4 hours ago i feel like this image

[geniousbh]

jah pod'ih al mozar? galera sexta feira acordei tarde limpei a casa, fiz almoço e não consigo parar de pensar NESTE CARALHO de homem com o seu bigodinho ralo. fiquei a noite toda tentando terminar a frat!pipe x leitora x virjola!blas e tipo impossível quando tudo que tem tocando na sala de espera do meu cerebelo é mc pipokinha enquanto essas fotos do pipe passam na tvzinha.

o cenário é o seguinte, seu namoradinho felipe é intercambista e bem come quieto. todo mundo toma ele por um rostinho bonito e rapaz gentil na faculdade, mas só você sabe as safadezas e birutezas que passam na cabeça dele. ele vive te provocando, apesar de ser bem pau mandado (manda localização, usa colar com a tua inicial e posta foto só tua nos stories diretasso "amorcita", "reina" é isso e ele postando foto de coisa do river). tá sempre bem arrumadinho, gosta de se vestir direito pra sair contigo, e tb pq usar camisa da argentina em terras brasileiras é igual a andar com um alvo nas costas e ele tinha entendido isso da maneira mais prática quando era recém chegado.

eis que, numa das vezes que o pessoal se reúne no seu apartamento, felipe ouve você e suas amigas conversando sobre homens e preferências em homens. lógico, você ouvindo bem mais do que falando - até porque não tem muito o que reclamar, ele real tem sido mt legal contigo além de ter um pau muito gostoso e falar umas sacanagens em espanhol quando fodem - ATÉ que o tópico "cabelo/barba" entra em jogo, e você já alegrinha do álcool solta um "nossa, mas homem com bigodinho é tudo também, é bem aquela música da pipokinha". E TIPO, QUEM CARALHOS É PIPOKINHA??? ele não sabe, então fica assim 🤨 pelo resto do rolê, todo encucado. até que, conseguindo falar com um colega de curso, pergunta e o mlk ri deixando o otaño de braços cruzados e um beição que significa qual foi, olhando e querendo explicações. quando o abençoado mostra a música pra ele, é tal qual uma revelação divina. os olhinhos azuis brilhando e arregalando um cadinho "aahh saquei".

então ele fica decidido. é isso que a mulher dele gosta? é isso que ela vai ter😤 e ai vai te cozinhar por três semanas - dando graças a deus que tá tendo prova e trabalho pra ambos - ganhando tempo pro bigodelson dele crescer. e mesmo com você mandando mensagem, pedindo pra ele ir no seu apê, pedindo pra irem tomar sorvete, implorando pra ele te macetar na pica depois de uma prova fudida de análise de comportamento, ele nega tudo, vai desviando, chega ao ponto de você ter certeza que ele vai terminar contigo. mas, acaba que ele te convida pra ir numa festinha da atlética e subitamente todas as preocupações somem.

então você tá lá, toda gatinha miss bumbum, bebendo e rindo de alguma palhaçada que alguma colega disse, e começa a tocar "bota, bota, bota o bigode na minha xota" o quê você e as demais cantam num coro bem potente e animado. até você ter sua cintura abraçada e ser surrupiada do grupinho, sem entender. felipe te puxa e logo mais se vira, sem dar tempo que você veja o rostinho dele. "amor, que isso? pra onde a gente vai?", e nada de resposta - e como vc tá carentinha e bêbada, nem liga muito, só precisava ficar com ele mesmo - "fefe, fala comigooo".

quando cês tão no estacionamento perto do teu carro ele vira e você fica atônita, boquinha entreaberta e olhando fixamente, deixando o argentino tão sem graça que coça a nuca e dá uma risadinha (só quando ele vê a tua reação percebe que foi muito bobalhudo de ficar todo aquele tempo longe, porque tava morrendo de saudade e a troco de quê? de crescer uma penugem grossa no rosto aff).

a ficha cai pra ti muito rápido, você é uma boa observadora, então logo sorri de canto e morde o inferior. "então era isso que vc tava me escondendo, é? boludo safado", fica na ponta dos pés pra envolver os braços no pescoço do maior. "queria fazer surpresa, bebita", "ah eu tô bastante surpresa sim, e morrendo de saudade, cê me deixou na mão por três semanas", respondendo com um biquinho e amansando a voz enquanto juntava os corpos, pressionando ele na lateral do veículo. "agora eu tô aqui", as mãozonas dele indo parar na tua bunda, apertando com vontade.

começam uma pegação frenetica e CARALHO!!! a porra do bigodinho durante o beijo te deixa cheia de tesão real oficial, espeta um pouquinho, e quando ele desce os beijos pro seu pescoço fazendo cócegas a sua vontade é a de ficar pelada. sem desfazer o ósculo tateia a chave no bolso e destrava as portas do carro pra entrarem, empurrando ele no banco e montando no colo dele em seguida. "porra, esse bigodinho seu vai acabar comigo, tem noção?", E ESTE VIADO VAI RIR, rir de canto porque era a intenção. "aún no he empezado y ya hablas como una perra, lindinha" %$$!@@$$%

ele inverte as posições contigo - e nossa, ele tá tão grandinho porque anda fazendo academia regularmente que os ombros dele ficam pra estourar o teto do veículo - te fazendo deitar no banco de trás e sendo bem rapidinho em tirar seu shorts jeans, te deixando só de body. tem algo muito sexy sobre ver ele todo curvadinho desabotoando seu body ali na virilha onde a peça se fecha, principalmente porque você já tava sem calcinha então é a primeira coisa que ele vê assim que tira é sua bct glistening✨, molhada já. e ai, as três semanas de celibato forçado só servem pra que ele te abocanhe como se fosse te devorar, deixando suas coxas sobre os ombros fortes.

filho da puta, você pensa quando invés de chupar seu grelinho ele usa os polegares pra afastar os labiozinhos e expor o nervinho pulsando e fica roçando os pelinhos do bigode ali, consegue ouvir até um arfarzinho melódico dele porque tá adorando suas expressões. "pipe...", choraminga, "não era o que você queria? um bigodinho roçando na sua bucetinha gostosa?", ele pergunta soprando cada palavrinha contra seu sexo, fazendo você assentir. só para de torturar quando nota que sua entradinha tá praticamente vazando lubrificação, a ponto de molhar o estofado em baixo - a informação chegando no cortéx do piru dele na mesma hora, dando uma fisgadinha - e não se aguenta, colocando um dedo longo e grosso em ti pra mexer lá dentro.

vai te chupar por meia hora seguida, envolvendo só teu pontinho e mamando ao passo que o caldinho que cê solta encharca o bigode e a mão dele, toda chorosa, segurando nos fios castanhos (dps de ter jogado o bonézinho de praxi pra longe), rebolando a pelve e gemendo igual putinha. vai te comer depois metendo beeem fundo, estocando lento e forte enquanto se segura num dos assentos ali e na sua perna que ele mantém apoiada em si mesmo, arranhando e estapeando sua coxa quando a tensão fica insustentável. mantém os olhos fixos em ti "você é tão gostozinha" (com o sotaque argentino que faz o z ter som de ç). "dale, amor... goza comigo", pede quando tá por um triz de se desfazer. e libera tudo dentro já que você toma remédio controlado.

"se eu soubesse que você tinha tara em bigode... tinha deixado crescer antes". ele fala enquanto tá recuperando fôlego, sentadinho, suado e fazendo carinho na sua panturrilha. "eu gosto do seu rosto sem bigode também, fica gostoso pra sentar na sua cara". vocês dão risada juntinhos e passam mais um tempinho ali dentro antes de resolverem se limpar e voltar pra muvuca.