#april o’niel

[stymecoulli]

APRIL O’NIEL MUTANT MAYHEM APPRECIATION POST

she is. so very pretty

[pitterpatterpot]

The adrenaline of swinging through the city is so consuming, so amazing, that Casey doesn’t notice the way Mikey’s Ninpo…. Glitches. Between one leap and the next his chains seem to shudder for a moment. The young box turtle brushes it off as fatigue, summoning new chains in an instant.

Neither of them see the brief five flashes arch through the sky towards Central Park, multiple New Yorkers screaming as they hurtle into the lake. As five beings sink and submerge under the murky surface, a large hand reaching upwards before the body changes course and propels itself downwards instead, the rest following after it, the smaller of the five clinging onto a spiky shell as they descend.

Neither of them notice as every clock, watch and device in the city either stops or goes black before starting again a minute later.

Neither of them feel the Hidden City shudder at the amount of mystic energy just released.

But it’s probably nothing.

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I couldn’t decide who to bring back, then I thought… what if there were multiple time travellers thrown back to New York?

What if all the grieving, all the acceptance, Casey had spent the last year processing was undone in an instance?

[allthecastlesonclouds]

nyc is a magical, magical place.

(there’s gotta be some other people who overlap the d20 and rise fandoms, right??)

[cokoweee]

Now hear me out guys I got an idea-

[s3wergh0ul]

She 💛

[allseeinganalyst]

Hey um, I have an OC. She’s not tied to a specific fandom (more for my own stuff) but she exists and I LOVE HER…

Meet Bridget:

(And no, I didn’t do the art for her. That would be the one and only @simptonium)

[5t4r5and5uch01]

OMG— WAIT A FCKING MINUTE. YOU JUST OPENED A NEW REALITY FOR ME. I LITERALLY INTERNALLY EXPLODED RN. THIS IDEA IS NOW MY FAVORITE THING NOW IDC— THIS IS SO FCKING CUTE AND THEY WOULD LOOK SO BADASS TOGETHER OMG POWER COUPLE FRRR

LOOK AT THEM YALL LOOK AT HOW THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER BRO IM GONNA BREAK SMTH-

ALSO YOUR ART IS SO FCKING UNDERRATED OMG WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?? YOU NEED MORE RECOGNITION ASSBSBSBSH

So I thought: what if Leo trains April with his double katanas?, And it went like this. Hope you all like it !

[raisin-shell]

The Blindfold

TMNT Bayverse x fem reader

18+ language/SMUT

Warnings: ⚠️ all situations are presented in a consensual form. The boys would in no way shape or form force themselves upon another against their will. That said, read at your own risk.

Chapter One:

Leonardo breathed in deeply as he looked on into the night’s skyline, the docks were always his favorite to patrol. He loved the smell of the salt in the air but particularly for the last couple of days, a new scent had presented itself.

“She’s close.”

He says this in a hushed tone, almost stupidly as if his own brothers couldn’t pick up the smell of a mature human female in close proximity. His brother Mikey let’s him know this by loudly whispering a ‘duh’ into the wind no doubt startling the curious woman which was the last thing they needed.

You could remember the exact day you first heard rumor of these vigilantes. It was the day the so called Vern The Falcon took down the Shredder. You were there, a news reporter from Channel 3 Eye Witness News. Channel 6’s biggest competitor and you had several eye witnesses tell the same story. Stories of these… creatures that saved the city. Despite your best efforts, April O’Niel’s story made headlines and your story? Well… you started going a tad bit over board. You went back to witnesses, asking them every little detail they remembered. What they looked like, where they went and finally one day you discovered your first clue. The old man who owned the market on 3rd claimed they disappeared underground through the manhole cover just across from his shop. Bingo.

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You started mapping out foot attacks, noticing a sort of pattern as if these creatures as the witnesses put it, had a routine. And while their pattern was certainly different and much more difficult to decipher, the foot’s on the other hand was not. Your eyes widened as your finger busily tapped right above the location of the docks on your map tacked neatly upon your bulletin board. According to your calculations that’s where they would hit next. A sudden shudder of danger, the realization of it at least fluttered through your body. You knew the risks but should the foot show up you also knew these protectors would be there. You were hell bent on it. You grabbed your keys and cellphone and bolted towards the exit of the 25th floor of the building. Your destination… the docks.

“Keep it down. She’ll hear us!”

Raph’s burly voice somehow boomed even louder than Mikey’s hush. Leonardo could do nothing but shake his head. They were supposed to be ninjas yet every time a woman entered the picture they acted like a cluster of numb skulls. Still his brow arched to the slightest of movement coming from the woman’s direction. All four brothers fell still and silent, four sets of eyes honed in on their target as the view of the top of her head slowly rose over the air vent. Leo lifted his finger to a point then dropped it sharply, a silent que for them to scatter. Limber muscles encased in hard shells vanished in thin air or so it seemed. For now they had this woman confused and now even more curious, eyes glaring at her from the comfortable hide of the shadows. She was walking right into their trap.

The Docks

You had barely parked your car along an adjacent street a couple blocks away, hearing gun shots and loud crashes inside what appeared to be an old abandoned marina you quickly ran towards the commotion.

“It’s gotta be them. I fucking know it’s them!”

You pant as your sneakers bounce against the pavement, running stalled by a bared up door with chains and locks wrapped around it to boot.

“Shit!”

Your head darted back and fourth frantically, looking for any possible way in when the sudden sound of silence sent a frightening chill down your spine. Head pressed against the bared up doors, you listened. You could hear the sound of voices. It sounded as if they were celebrating, possibly gloating about something. In this moment of slow motion your eyes happened to fall upon a small broken window to which you could easily crawl through so you took full advantage of the opportunity. Lights barely flicked inside the building. Old rickety boats left stalled and forgotten to rot were all that remained it seemed until you turned the flash light on on you phone and saw several foot soldiers badly beaten, tied together…. Some lifeless and lying on the ground in pools of blood.

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It took every fiber within your being not to scream but you were on a mission. You knew the foot would be here, now it was time to find out who these vigilantes really were. Your head flicked upward as the voices continued to echo throughout the decrepit building. They were on the roof. You started scanning the walls with your phone light, searching for a ladder or a garbage shaft. You did happen to find the maintenance ladder for the boat lift that led up to a long set of glass windows.

“That could lead to the roof.”

You stirred towards the ladder, hoping over a body or two along the way before you reached the first rung and started making your way up. The closer you got to the windows, the louder the voices would get. Your heart began to race in excitement, phone in hand and camera at the ready. Once you were finally at the top you slipped up against the windows, unlatching one and pushing it through as you peered out into the darkness. This did give you access to another roof to another building but the voices seemed to be coming from there so you followed.

“Dude, you’re just mad because you don’t got my skills!”

One voice rang out.

“Skills? Skills? And who got the most kills? I rest my fuckin’ case.”

Another Brooklyn accent boomed.

“You know Raph, there is this new thing. It’s called restraint. Breaking every neck of every opponent is not it.”

Another scolded as you slowly continued to make your way towards the humongous forms still hidden by the darkness. You couldn’t make out exactly what they were. They spoke English. From the way they spoke they seemed to be in their early 30’s. Your hands began to tremble and you swallowed hard as you overheard one of them say “she’s close”. Shit.

You ducked down swiftly, back against the air vent making a deep pop and you could have swore you felt your soul leave your body. They had to of heard that. Your chest heaved as your breathing shuddered in sheer fear. You waited in silence. Trying to hear anything else but there was nothing. You could only hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as your back slid upwards and you tilted your head up and over the air vent to take a peek. They were gone.

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“Fuck”

You whispered breathlessly, slowly slipping your way from behind the air vent and making your way into the open. Only the light of a very pale moon guided you across the clearing surrounded by darkness. You decided to be brave. They couldn’t have went far so you called out to them.

“Hello? I… I mean you no harm. I just… I just wanted to know more. More about the true saviors and protectors of this city.”

You pause in the silence, turning slowly to check your surroundings when suddenly a swift push from behind hand you on all fours and a blindfold was quickly draped over your eyes. You froze, all intentions were to struggle but if these were indeed the massive forms you had spotted from earlier, you wouldn’t dare try to fight. Slowly with your hands held high and spread you rose. A signal to them hopefully that you meant no harm.

“Well well well would ya looky here. Ha! Seems we got a stalker boys.”

The Brooklyn accent boomed close from behind you, vibrating your entire body and sending a slight tingle to your core. Your thighs rubbed together tightly, you more in shock that this was turning you on more than scaring the ever loving shit out of you.

“Hmm… yes. It seems miss that we have taken your fancy here of late.”

A smooth, calm and deep voice patted against your ear as your jaw dropped in a soft pant.

“What should we do with her?”

A charismatic yet friendly voice chirped up through the rugged two.

“Well, seeing as she’s so interested in finding out more about us, I say we take her to my lab… for testing.”

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A highly intelligent voice rang through with a dark chuckle. It took all you could to not weaken in the knees. You knew what you were in for when you signed up for this. Well, maybe not exactly being blind folded and kid napped but who’s to say you wouldn’t ensnare a stalker should you have one? Right? You nodded obediently no sooner than you felt the grip of two large strong arms wrap around you, lifting you up over one massive shoulder and scampering of with the elegance of a deer. Each movement beneath you was precise, smooth and surprisingly gentle despite the massive muscles laid beneath your body.

After about twenty or so minutes of feeling the wind in your hair as this creature pounced along with your body in tow, you came to a complete stop. You could hear the sound of heavy metal scraping against the street beneath you when the being began to move forward again and with one swift movement you both dropped down only to meet the bottom with a loud splash. There was this stench. All too familiar. You knew you were beneath ground in the sewers. Where at exactly was a complete mystery to you.

#let me know in the comments if you want me to keep going with this story, each encounter with each turtle will be it’s own chapter#

[beauhamato]

For the art fight scene, possibly April O’niel from 2012 vs your OC?

Ok I'm finished sorry if it ain't good it's currently 2:30 am but here's Beau vs April

Who should I draw next yall

[cokowiii]

uggggg quiting vaping/smoking cold turkey w/out good support is so hard i just wanna send Mikey a care package.

Just hand him a shit ton of gum, some CANDY cigs, and some chewelry .

Big sis miss April O’Niel is already on it! She’s going to help him however she can

[error-code400]

Sketches of human designs for tmnt experimental

April O’Niel

Casy Jones

Baxter stockmen

The next two are oc for the au

And capris art for my au lol

That’s all :D

[phantomram-b00]

10 character 10 Fandom

Thanks for the tag @crowleys-hips!

1. Crowley from Good omens (shut up.)

2. Sal ‘Sally Face’ Fisher from Sally face

3. Mutant Mayhem! April O’Niel from TMNT

4. Halle! Ariel from The Little Mermaid

5. Rodimus Prime from Transformers

6. Maka Albarn From Soul Eater

7. Yakko Warner from Animaniacs

8. (Will this make people mad? 🤔 oh well-) Rey Skywalker from Starwars

9. Wendy from Sweet Tooth

10. Viktor from The Umbrella academy

[hatlordave]

After seeing so many other people come up with their own cool and interesting original versions of TMNT, I wanted to give it a try of my own!! I pulled a bit of inspo from Rise and 2012, but these are still my own original versions and storyline! tentatively calling it “TMNT: Family Bonds“ unless i come up with something better.

My current plan is still VERY MUCH A WIP, and i don’t have any official art or designs yet, but have some semblance of a timeline worked out, as well as a couple major plot points. Some things worth noting now are

Venus is included in the turtle siblings

The turtles were intentionally mutated in this version

Yokai exist in this version and they’re different from mutants

some of the major consistent characters (shredder/krang) will be here, other villains and side characters will be made by me

Shredder is a mutant in this world

Mikey and Venus are the “twins” in this version, not Leo and Donnie

as a bonus for yall, I’ve got some basic info on the main cast below the cut

THE TURTLES- All of them were turtles first, mutated by human DNA Donnie: 17 - Agender, They/Them it/its - Western Swamp Turtle mutant Leo: 16 - Bigender, He/She - Four Eyed Turtle mutant Raph: 15 - Trans ftm, He/Him - Common Snapping Turtle mutant Mikey: 14 - Genderfluid, all pronouns - Albino Green Sea Turtle  mutant Venus: 14 - Demigirl, She/They - Kemps Ridley Sea Turtle mutant

HUMANS- main cast who’re currently or formerly at least partially humans  Splinter: 42 - ftm, He/Him - Eastern Woodrat mutant (formerly human) Shredder: 40 - Cis He/Him - Wolverine mutant (Formerly human) April O’Niel: 16 - demigirl she/her/xe/xir - half yokai (unknown to her) Casey Jones: 17 - ftm, he/him - fully human Karai: 18 - Nonbinary, She/They and neos - Human

[thegodovereverything]

TMNTober

prompt: That is not a person

gen: rise

ao3 link

@tmntober-2023

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The reporter on the TV adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. “After last week's invasion, many have been thankful to the not-humans that fought off the aliens.” The screen to the right of her shows a blurry photo of green blobs with color coordinated masks, weapons readied as they run upwards up a falling building. 

“Many others believe that they were part of a plot to earn public trust. Protesters have been lining the streets of New York City, calling for an investigation of their motives,” The screen changes to depict protestors lining the street. They chant indistinctly in front of a governmental building. 

“John is there on the scene,” The camera snaps over to a reporter in front of the protesters, a warm scarf loosely tied around his neck. “Tell us John, what should the people of New York know in the midst of the current panic?”

“Well, Sarah, it is not looking good out there, I can tell you that. The protesters have been here since eight a.m. and show no signs of stopping. We haven’t gotten any further contact from the not-humans that fought off the alien as of yet, only riling people up further. Everyone here has a different theory as to their purpose for fighting the aliens off, ranging from escaped aliens from area-51 to a secret governmental task force.” He’s nearly yelling over both the wind and the roaring protestors. 

A teenager sneaks up to the reporter. She wears a bright green sweater, and her hair is pulled back into two buns. The reporter continues, unaware of her presence, “They want answers, and possibly compensation. Many of their homes and offices were destroyed in the fight, leaving many homeless or without jobs.”

She taps on his shoulder, “Excuse me, sir, April O’Neil, reporter from Eastman Laird University. I actually have some information about the “not-humans”, did you call them?” 

John breathed out a small sigh, before facing the budding reporter. April took that moment to steal his mic from him. April held it out of his grasp, dancing out of his way every time he attempted to grab it. He eventually gave up, motioning at the camera to switch back over to the studio. It doesn’t. He taps his foot impatiently as she begins her speech. 

It was clearly well rehearsed, spoken with a clear voice that was easily heard over the background noise. “Their names are Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey. Raph is the oldest at sixteen. They fought the aliens called the Krang in order to protect us all. They are afraid. They are hurt. Leo is in a coma, healing from the damage he took when he sacrificed himself to get the Krang back into their prison. He is fifteen years old . Mikey, a   fourteen-year-old, has permanently damaged his hands from making a portal to save Leo. They are teenagers. They are people too. They fought hard for us, and I’m disappointed that we aren’t doing the same. April O’Niel, out.” She drops the mic and John blinks, lost for words. Slowly, he comes back, picking up the dropped mic. “Well, erm,” He clears his throat, tugging on his scarf. The screen cuts back to the reporter inside the studio, who looked equally as ruffled.

“We’ll be right back after a quick break.” The screen cuts to an advertisement about a foot fungus.

The screen turned black, closing like curtains at the end of a play. Splinter's sigh was a deep one, pulled from the wells of his soul. He was thankful to April for trying, but he understands humans (he used to be one, afterall). They will never change, they will always hate anything different. He remembered when he first moved to America. He wasn’t welcomed then, and he was a human. He feared to think of what would happen to his boys if they went public.

[cokoweee]

*DIES*

COKO. PLEASE COKO I SIMP OVER YOUR KENDRA. I DON'T NEED TO SIMP OVER ANOTHER CHARACTER.

You better simp.

[turtles-n--cats]

Warriors AU: 2012 gang pt2

Finally finished enough of the 2012 characters to make a decent part two

With this we’ll finish the last of the siblings, and a few others. There is some mention of a couple OCs in this post. I have a handful I've tossed into this au of mine, and I’ll share all of them in their own post later

As before, we’ve got a long post, so all can be found under the cut, and once again Credit for the bases used goes to Rockyspotted on deviantART

Karai, aka Viperpaw: Her name is a reference to her mutation in the show. Seeing as how no one is getting mutated in this au, the name will have to do. She’s a dark silver classic tabby with gold eyes. 

Originally named “Harmonykit”, and Splinter’s first-born, Viperpaw was stolen along with her younger brother Bravepaw(Leo). While Bravepaw was recovered, She was presumed lost along with her mother. She was raised never knowing the truth, brought up to despise her birth father and his clan. Her mentor in nightclan is 2012 Tigerclaw, who is still named Tigerclaw. (they do not get along)

Casey Jones, aka “Casey” or “Wolfpaw“: Casey’s nothing if not loyal (and a fair bit impulsive) in the show. Wolves are epitome of loyalty. He’s a black ghost ticked tabby with a white mask marking on his face, and brown eyes. He’s surprisingly big for his age

Casey’s a former kittypet who’s currently on trial as a warrior apprentice in Sunclan after then found him holding his own against a fully trained Nightclan warrior. His mentor is Fennecfur (the Bayverse version of one of my OCs)

April O’Niel, aka “April” or “Leopardpaw”: Her name was pretty much just based on appearance, though a little on how her temper is occasionally like a raging wildcat. She’s brown-ish orange marbled bengal cat with blue eyes

Much like Casey, April is currently a trial-apprentice in Sunclan. Her father was forcibly recruited by a gang of terrifying cats roaming the twoleg place calling themselves the “Krang Gang”, and who’ve been kidnapping kittypets from their yards. Her friend Casey told her about the clan cats thinking maybe they could help her. She currently still stays in the twoleg place at night. Her mentor is 03 April, aka Dawnpelt

And lastly we got a lil bonus for you: Tang Shen, aka “Spiritpond”: I did a lil research on the meaning of her name, and ended up having to look up each word of her name individually. The name Tang means “soup” or “hot water”, and Shen means “Spiritual” or “deepthinking”. A pond is technically soup if you think about it, so her name is “Spiritpond”. It also, in this case, has a double meaning cause she’s dead.  She’s a silver lynx-point tabby, like Leo, though her points are a touch darker in color than his, and her eyes a deeper blue.

She died trying to rescue her daughter from Poppystrike/2012 Shredder, She currently spends most of her time watching over her kits from starclan, occasionally walking among them as a ghost, not that they can see her.