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cryxtal-moon · 3 years ago

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Paperman | jjk

Summary: How you meet Jungkook starts with a piece of paper.

Genre/warnings: office worker!Jungkook, business woman!reader, meet cute au, fluff, excessive use of paper, no dialogue at all

Word count: 4k

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Author’s note: Based of the adorable Walt Disney short film Paperman and the song Best Shot by Birdy and Jaymes Young. Please give it a watch and listen cause they’re both amazing. There’s no dialogue, just description. As soon as I watched the film, I wanted to write a story based off it and this is the result! A spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and feel free to let me know if you do. Happy reading >_<

The golden sunlight felt grey.

Jungkook knew this wasn’t true, the way it brightened the standard rectangular housing blocks behind him and reflected a rainbow of light off glass panels of windows attached to said buildings and caused the high end brands etched onto labels of designer bags hanging from the arms of other people around him to glow.

His mood, however, adamantly argued otherwise.

Every day felt the same. An identical boring routine, lifeless as the way papers on a black clipboard clutched in his hand fluttered when a train zoomed past behind him.

Other than the wind blowing the ends of his tailored suit jacket and hair a little towards the left, he barely flinched, and it hardly bothered him that his black locks were messed up by the blast.

Till something struck his upper arm.

It was another piece of paper, different in the contents imprinted on it though identical in the way it undoubtedly belonged to someone who worked at a mundane nine-to-five office job.

His arm was like its temporal shelter, plastered against it for a good three seconds then flying off with the winds again, Jungkook watching it go before a blurry figure rushing by almost at equal speed caught his attention.

The first thing he saw was your hair. How it was danced on the same breeze somehow more elegantly than the papers ever could. Then your hand reached out and caught the paper that had assaulted him, slowing and bringing your running form to a gentle halt.

When you turned around, he saw colour.

Blue, like a piece of the clear azure sky had been cut out and transformed into your button-down blouse. Black, the darkness of midnight but sadly with the absence of stars embroidered into it formed your pencil skirt that hugged your figure.

And red, like a rose had kissed your lips, staining them with its alluring ruby hue.

You shuffled the paper back among your own stack tucked into the crook of your elbow while walking back towards him, and the second your eyes flickered up was when his averted to the plain marble of the train platform, feeling a tiny, all-too-noticeable smile tug at the corners of his own mouth.

He was still beaming after you stopped a short distance away, so close all he had to do was stretch his arm to its full length and the tips of his fingers could brush your shoulder.

The sound of another train was accompanied by metal wheels on the railroad, breaking the peaceful silence between you, but also causing the same rather violent breeze to rush by–

–and fling one of his own papers directly into your face.

His breath caught. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Jungkook immediately grasped the top of the sheet and pulled it off of you, revealing your eyes squeezed shut tight and furrowed brows, the oddly adorable scrunch of your nose and pouting lips.

Those eyes soon blinked open, once, twice, three times, realising the object that had suddenly attacked you was gone. Your gaze went from it to him, and you didn’t look angry, not in the slightest.

Instead, you gave him a small, friendly smile, your silhouette illuminated by sun rays painted the most vivid gold he’d ever seen.

His heart melted.

He could only watch, utterly mesmerised, as you looked back at the piece of paper his frozen self still held up. Surprise rounded your lips then curled them upwards in an amused grin.

Curiosity made him look down, assuming something else had stuck onto him without him knowing again, though there was nothing. Only after he checked the paper did notice what was so funny.

A perfect mark in the shape of your lips now stained the snow white surface, like two of the rose petals had unfurled and brushed across it, leaving scarlet dust in their wake and forever tainting the paper with a trace of you.

Soundless laughter shook his shoulders as his finger pointed at the mark, eyes closing for just a moment, which was why he blinked when he didn’t find you in front of him once he opened them again, as if you were nothing more than a mirage conjured by the depths of his subconscious.

Yet that assumption was soon proved wrong. He saw your retreating figure entering a pair of doors on the train that had halted ahead of the platform and out of his view, sliding into an empty seat just as they closed.

Disappointment loomed over him like a massive, destructive tidal wave. He’d hoped at the very least that you would stay, laugh a little, let him use this as a chance to strike some casual conversation. But as always, the reality of life and the busyness of your schedule unknown to him drew you away.

All he could do was stare at you almost forlornly, seated by the window, knowing this was probably his first, and last, encounter with you.

Yet against all odds you turned around, and your eyes connected over the gradually increasing distance.

If this was the last time, Jungkook was determined to make it more memorable than it already was.

So he smiled. Wishing you could see the unspoken hope etched on his face that desperately kept the daunting wave at bay.

And maybe you had, because you smiled too, right back at him.

⊱✿⊰

A different kind of tidal wave replaced the previous one as Jungkook sat at his assigned office space and stared at the rouge mark your lips had made on the paper, the only splash of vibrant colour on his dark, dull world.

Sadness.

There was a thunderous thump as someone unceremoniously dropped a whole bunch of identical forms on his desk right on top of the one he now deemed as yours.

He nearly jolted, head shooting up so fast it could have given him whiplash just to see his boss with a frown on his face he thought was permanently etched onto his fierce features looking down on him where he stood behind the table, a silent command for him to get to work, polished dress shoes clacking against the floorboards as he walked away.

The wind had such unfortunate timing. Then again, he was perched directly beside a window, the bottom slightly open so he could feel a cool breeze but also a harsh reminder of the freedom that lay beyond the prison walls of this workplace.

It carried your piece of paper with it and Jungkook barely grappled it in time before it could fly away, and with it the precious reminder of that fateful encounter that was now a treasured memory he’d hold on to forever.

He pulled it back within the safety of the building, standing up and letting out a sigh of relief, coincidentally looking through the transparent glass separating him and the rest of the world–

–and, as luck would have it, you.

Perhaps the wind didn’t have bad timing after all.

Gasping, his grip went slack on your paper, palms slapping on the glass surface as his breath fogged the clear panel in shock.

You were right there, on the same floor of the building opposite of his office. Whoever had built it, he owed them a million bucks for installing floor-to-ceiling windows; he could see you, clear as day, shaking hands with someone else he didn’t recognise and gracefully sitting on a chair.

Excitement filled him to the brim with energy he didn’t realise he could possess, briefly wondering what he should do before an idea popped into his mind and he was shoving the rail up and waving his hands eagerly over his head, desperately trying to attract your attention.

The distinct sound of someone clearing his throat on his left had him whipping his head around. His boss was leaning back on his chair, sending a glare his way with the same unspoken order written across his face.

Sitting back down, Jungkook wracked his brain for an idea. Something, anything, that would let you know he was right there.

His gaze fell to where your paper lay innocently on his desk beside a whole bunch of other forms.

That’s it.

No hesitation was seen in the way he grabbed the one on top and hurriedly folded the two corners down. It wasn’t like he was going to use any of them, anyway.

Soon enough, he was determinedly evening out the final corners of a paper aeroplane, one he didn’t know would be the first of many.

Casting a final wary glance over at his boss, he stood up, readied himself, and threw it out the window…

…just to see it flutter pathetically to the hustle and bustle of traffic below.

He blinked a couple of times in complete disbelief. That was, for the lack of a better word, ridiculously unexpected.

It didn’t matter. He had to shake it off.

Grabbing the next piece of paper, he created another aeroplane within seconds. People rarely succeeded on their first try but they did always learn from it. He was one of said people – the plane flew smoothly across the distance, hope rising the closer it inched towards the window–

–then its tip struck the brick wall of the building right beside the open space, hopes dropping like the plane that fell and was lost to the business district streets.

Third time’s the charm.

However, someone landed a harsh grip on his shoulder just as he’d finished his origami art and pinned him against the back of his chair, heart jolting in his chest as his boss slammed the window shut, a sort of final warning for him to do what he was paid for.

Like the tens of people around wearing the same monochrome suits with a basket of forms on their table that never seemed to end.

No. Absolutely not.

Once his boss was safely hidden behind his closed office door, he let the third plane soar.

It did land through the window, but not where you were, gliding to a smooth halt on the desk of an office worker a floor below who looked at him in pleasant surprise – he must have assumed he was the intended recipient. Until the man caught him waving his arms in a wide, obvious gesture of no, and he crumpled the paper into a ball and hurled it out where it could join the first two.

His fourth try was a failure; a bunch of birds (of all things, birds) flew past right as the plane was about to enter and threw it off its original trajectory.

His fifth, sixth, and seventh try fared no better, striking invisible targets on the building’s exterior wall.

The eighth, on the other hand, finally flew straight into the window, but you weren’t seated on the chair anymore and were blind to its sudden presence gracing the room you were in.

Jungkook banged his head against the wall.

He tried. And failed. And tried. And failed. The planes kept hitting the building literally right beside or just below the open window, never sailing in the way he wanted them to.

His hand reached out for what felt like the umpteenth time but it didn’t meet the smooth surface of paper like he’d thought it would, instead knocking an empty plastic basket which housed the forms onto the ground with a resounding crash.

Everything and everyone paused. All eyes were on him. A man whose name he’d never cared to find out shuffled his own stack of forms closer, like he was suddenly protective of the million copies the company produced every day.

He paid no mind, peering back out at you where you stood up, out of the chair and shook hands with that man in the same room as you.

The sound of paper fluttering drew his attention to one more piece he hadn’t accounted for.

Your piece.

Heart thumping, Jungkook carefully yet diligently kneeled down so he was on eye-level with the paper and made the most perfect, aero-dynamic paper plane he’d ever constructed in his life. One deep inhale filled his lungs with air and invisible courage. This was it. His last chance.

But that chance was blown out of his grasp and the window by a strong gust he hadn’t seen coming. No amount of panicked fumbling after it would ever bring it back.

Or bring you back, it seemed, since you exited the room.

He whirled around right as the door of his boss’ office was pulled open and the man stuck his head out. His colleagues instantly returned to their work, keeping up the pretence that it was what they had been doing the whole time and not watching his antics.

You were there on the ground floor when he turned back, leaving the building across the street. If he left now, he knew he could make it on time and catch you and the thought propelled him off where he’d grasped the window ledge and was about to make a break for the door–

–but the sharp glare of his boss who appeared out of nowhere brought his feet to an abrupt halt.

More of those papers, those stupid, ludicrous papers were held tight in his grasp, letting them fall on his desk as he himself slumped into his seat.

Jungkook stared at his boss. The obsidian black of his fitted suit blazer and slacks and dress shoes and hair, like the darkness before an impending doom.

He stared at his surroundings. The painful whiteness of shirts on his colleagues like they’d shopped at the same outlet and the naked light bulbs bathing the room in a harsh glow.

He stared at the walls. Grey, reminiscent of a real prison cell, one he’d never failed to feel trapped in day after day but disregarded in favour of a monthly pay cheque that allowed him to scrape by.

This was his life. Dull, boring, bleak. A repetitive motion like the crest and peak of waves against golden sandy shores.

And those waves… they were blue, blue like the sky, like your button-down blouse he’d give anything to see again.

In his monochrome world, you were the only colour he’d ever known.

And he’d be darned if he didn’t do something about it.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Jungkook bolted out of his seat, leaving his place of confinement in a flurry of papers, running, sprinting, chasing after the feeling that you and your vibrant colour brought he now understood the name of.

Hope.

⊱✿⊰

Two paper aeroplanes lay limp on the ground of the sidewalk when Jungkook burst through the revolving doors.

Sounds of tyres screeching against the tarmac hurt his ears when he bolted across the road, throwing all caution to the wind and very nearly being run over by not one but three vehicles he narrowly avoided because of an agility he didn’t know he had.

By the time he barely scraped the jaws of certain death and made it to the safety of the opposite street, his chest was heaving, breaths quick and almost shallow, frantic in the way his hands ran through his hair and his eyes swept past more anonymous lifeless souls sporting the same business attire in search of you.

But all he found was the paper aeroplane, lying innocently atop a mailbox, the final one he’d folded using your piece, traitorously branded with the scarlet mark of your lips on its left wing.

That was what started all of this. The cause of his blind hope, disappointment, loss of his job (because he knew his boss would refuse to accept him back after the stunt he just pulled) and now, frustration, since all it did was remind him of you, someone he’d risked it all for, who he would never see again.

It was in that same fit of anger did he violently snatch the paper plane and throw it with all his might far, far away, hoping it would just disappear the way you did.

And with that, he stormed off, letting the crushing waves of exasperation and bitterness swallow him whole.

⊱✿⊰

The paper plane did not, in fact, disappear.

Guided by wind currents, it soared peacefully over the rooftops of skyscrapers and houses and offices until it reached one building shrouded almost completely by darkness.

There was one side of the enormous block that was illuminated by a sliver of sunlight peeking through thick clouds, a single golden ray blindingly bright amidst the shade cascading across a concave part of the structure, as though the builders had hollowed out a line right down the middle like a puzzle piece waiting to be filled.

The plane knocked the edge of the roof and promptly sailed downwards, discovering where the rest of his fellow companions had ended up too, the majority of them covered by the blanket of blackness while it gracefully landed in the light.

Silence.

Then it moved. A small flip, like someone had given it a gentle nudge, and it was resting on its other wing, and it tipped back over again. Next, it inched forward once, twice, thrice, four times, and after a fifth step it leapt into the air.

It began circling around the narrow corridor, dipping and rising in a rhythmic pattern. The rest of its friends soon followed suit, a few at first, before all of them were flying in a tiny tornado growing wilder and more violent with every passing second.

At that same moment did Jungkook trudge past the small space, much too lost in his muddled mess of thoughts to hear the flutter of paper–

–or see a bunch of planes marching according to the beat of his every step in a single file towards him.

Your piece stuck itself onto his shin, bringing his feet to a halt for him to reach down and pluck it off with a puzzled frown. He thought he’d thrown this aside. He didn’t need a blatant reminder of his failures.

But the second he flung it behind him in a second attempt to rid himself of it, the plane attached itself to his chest, and so did a bunch of others he immediately swiped off.

All such efforts were fruitless when they jabbed at him using their sharp, pointed tip, an endless number of planes pushing him back by some sort of invisible force much stronger than anything he’d ever felt.

He was helpless in their sudden assault, flailing his limbs carelessly when they bounced him across the street past cars and trucks, standing him back upright on the sidewalk.

Befuddled and powerless, he could only watch as your piece circled him twice and then flew off to a destination unknown.

⊱✿⊰

The speed at which the plane tore through the air could rival the fastest jet.

It was on a mission, zooming over endless winding roads and more buildings and nameless people on the streets, becoming faster and faster the closer it reached its target, not caring at all that a newspaper stand it raced past was blasted with wind, messing up the meticulously organised shelves in its wake.

There you were, standing ahead of a small flower stand, oblivious to the clutter of newspapers littering the ground behind you.

A small loop-the-loop behind your form later, the plane nose-dived right into a small bouquet directly within your line of sight. And it must have worked, seeing as you did a double take with eyes that widened considerably then narrowed at the strangely familiar paper, leaning in closer to check whether it was really what you thought it was.

It had your attention. Good.

The plane zipped right back out of its temporary holding position, and like a cat noticing a little red dot beaming off a pointer, you traced its every move, twirling elegantly when it flew around you and off into the distance with you hot on its tail.

⊱✿⊰

As though playing a game of catch-me-if-you-can, you followed it down pathways and past the city district, rushing after it up a flight of stairs that led to the train station.

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of town, Jungkook was still forcefully pushed by the multitude of paper planes he long gave up fighting against. Even holding onto a support beam by the staircase didn’t do him much good other than confirm he wasn’t imagining the whole ordeal – a passerby travelling down those same steps braced his own arm on the railing so he wouldn’t be blown away, a firm hand on his fedora to keep it there just as Jungkook lost his own grip.

⊱✿⊰

The paper plane glided leisurely onto the platform, taunting you because even as it slowed, you still couldn’t grasp it, flying further away and making you run some more.

Jungkook couldn’t even try to run. The split second he faced the opposite direction those idiotic planes wanted him to go, they spun him right back around, moving his legs for him up yet another flight of stairs.

⊱✿⊰

The next thing you knew, you were boarding a train, or more specifically pursuing the paper plane that headed past its open doors, barely even registering it leaving the station in your haste.

Holding onto the edges of the doorframe for his dear life was just as useless as the first time Jungkook tried that with the support beam. He should have known that, but he was nothing if not a fighter. The wind and planes just so happened to be stronger.

Him face-planting the train floor was sufficient proof of that statement.

⊱✿⊰

Threading his arms across his chest (or as much of his chest he could manage due to those stubborn aeroplanes covering his entire body), Jungkook slumped against the leather backrest of a bench, ignoring the bewildered look a young boy holding a red balloon shot him.

He tried one more time to get up. The planes shoved him right back down.

A woman tugged the child away, fearing for his safety.

Jungkook didn’t blame her.

⊱✿⊰

Now that the pesky plane finally stopped playing its tiresome game of catch and was held within your delicate grasp, you inspected it closely. It was beyond the shadow of a doubt the one that had hit your face that morning.

What it was doing here, you’d love to know…

…and you had a funny feeling you would find out very soon.

⊱✿⊰

Two trains pulled to a smooth stop at the same platform.

Curiosity overtaking your senses, you peered outside, stepping off the train and at the stop you had been earlier that morning.

You didn’t know why you felt like there would have been something here, a sign telling you the reason why this little plane had gone through so much trouble just to get you here. Nonetheless, it was deserted.

Said object jumped in your hands three times, a little lifeless compared to its previous energetic state. Right when you felt the beginnings of a strong wind threatening to blow it away, your grip tightened on its base…

…just to see more of such paper planes blowing across the ground beneath you.

You looked up, and there he was.

⊱✿⊰

Jungkook didn’t care that there were paper planes stuck on his suit. He didn’t care that his once styled hair probably looked as dishevelled and wind-tousled as it felt, or that there were aches dancing across his nerves from being man-handled.

All that mattered was that those planes had brought him right back where it started. To you.

You, in all your glory, beautiful as an iris in full bloom on a spring day, holding on to the paper that had started everything.

The red stain you’d left on the plane paled in comparison to your scarlet lips, pulled up at the corners to send a dazzling smile his way.

And when Jungkook shook off the ones still clinging to him, stepping closer to you with his own giant grin, the rest of his world became flooded with full, living colour.

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starryserenade · 2 years ago

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Dumb Headcanon - Sonic Film Trio (+Parentals) Watch a Disney Fireworks Spectacular

I've been watching/listening to Shanghai Disneyland's Illuminate and imagining the Sonic film crew enjoying it together lol. None of this makes sense but it was fun to imagine 😂

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Sonic has seen plenty of Disney movies, but has never been to a Disney park. Tails and Knuckles had basically no clue what Disney was until embarking on this family trip. None of them know what to expect.

Sonic is secretly a huge Rapunzel fan, what with being couped up in a cave for the better part of his early years. When the opening song fades away and her When Will My Life Begin segment transforms the castle into all things freedom and adventure, Sonic is hooked. Maddie and Tom have never seen him so captivated.

Tails starts sniffling during How Far I'll Go, and Knuckles gets SUPER hype during We Know the Way (no, not because of the meme--it reminds him of his tribe.) By the end of the segment, they're both practically dueting (screeching, really) as the two songs collide.

Maddie and Tom have to hold all three of them back during Into the Unknown (Villains Segment) because the kids are convinced they need to "save the castle" from the baddies.

When the Avengers arrive, Sonic loses it. Tails and Knuckles are intrigued by these strange heroes, but have no idea why Sonic is screaming and darting around like a lunatic. When the gauntlet and infinity stones appear front and center, the two of them collectively screech "HOW DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THE CHAOS EMERALDS". Sonic declares they're having a Marvel marathon when they get back home.

By the end of the finale, Sonic and Tails are begging to visit every park. Tails wants to study their projection technology. And animatronics And ride systems. And pyrotechnics. And-

Sonic decides he's going to "chili dog around the world"--no, not in Epcot--by personally sprinting to every Disney resort on the planet (Tom and Maddie have to remind him of the unfortunate bodies of water in between continents).

Knuckles, on the other hand, is convinced they need to find the ruler of this Kingdom to grant them unlimited free entry during their inevitable many returns. Tom says Mickey might be a little too busy for that conversation. Knuckles seems determined. Maddie is concerned.

All three of them instantly pass out on the hotel shuttle.

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letterboxd · 4 years ago

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Animated Enchantment.

A recent restoration of Son of the White Mare sends our animation correspondent Kambole Campbell on a quest for a few words with legendary Hungarian filmmaker Marcell Jankovics, about the external cosmos, inner spiritual worlds, and the latest season of Vikings.

“The true arts are receiving less and less space in every genre.” —Marcell Jankovics

Much adored and highly rated by Letterboxd animation fans, Marcell Jankovics’ 1981 masterpiece Son of the White Mare is, frankly, some of the wildest imagery ever put on the big screen. A swirl of psychedelic depictions of folkloric beings are flattened out into a gorgeous 2D tableau. The titanic figures of the characters twist into impossible and often abstract shapes, all realized with eye-popping and heavily contrasting color.

Arbelos Films recently restored Son of the White Mare to 4K, and it was due for release in cinemas this year. Instead, the film is now available for US animation fans on Vimeo OnDemand, and it’s unmissable. “The restoration made everything pop so much, that at a point I think my brain melted,” writes Bretton, on Letterboxd. “The kind of film that makes me happy to be human,” raves Will. “Appropriately immense imagery for a creation myth,” agrees Lindy.

Hungarian filmmaker Marcell Jankovics.

Based on Hungarian folk tales and poetry, Son of the White Mare begins at the gates of the Underworld, at the base of a massive, cosmic oak tree that holds seventy-seven dragons in its roots. To combat these monsters, a dazzling white mare goddess gives birth to three heroes—the protagonist, Fanyüvő (‘Treeshaker’), and his brothers—who embark on a journey to save the universe. In the telling, Jankovics is clearly only interested in the kind of imagery that, well, only animation can provide.

Son of the White Mare (Fehérlófia) is one of four feature-length films by the animator—his others are Johnny Corncob (János Vitéz, 1973), which was Hungary’s first feature-length animated film, Song of the Miraculous Hind (2002) and the drama The Tragedy of Man (2011), which took Jankovics almost three decades to complete. These features have found continuing acclaim in the animation industry and amongst cult enthusiasts. Jankovics’ shorts are just as celebrated: Sisyphus (1974) was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Animated Short at the 48th Academy Awards, and The Struggle (1977) received a Palme d’Or for short film at the 1977 Cannes Film Festival.

Born in Budapest in 1941, Jankovics began his career almost casually; after realizing his family’s status meant no higher education would be available to him, he passed a test to work at Pannónia Filmstúdió. He has said that the animated Russian film The Humpbacked Horse (1947) directed by Ivan Ivanov-Vano was the first cartoon he remembers watching, but that art books inspired him more than films. His career has traversed post-war Hungary, including the end of the Communist regime in 1989, and Soviet military regime in 1991. These events led to greater storytelling freedom, a shift that can be spied in his art, which has included television documentaries, commercials, books, teaching, and a Disney paycheck (for work that was never seen in The Emperor’s New Groove).

In our interview, Jankovics remains steadfast in his commitment to his “chosen path”, celebrating—but not being distracted by—others in his field, and revealing glimpses of his renowned sense of humor.

This restoration and re-release marks the first time that your film has been distributed in America in decades. Have your views on Son of the White Mare shifted in the time since? Marcell Jankovics: They have not changed.

A lot of Son of the White Mare unfolds on a flat, often circular plane. What inspired you to frame things this way? I never considered 3D. I don’t use it even today. The circularity is a part of what I have to say. A fairy tale (all fairy tales) traverses a particular arc, the year, of the eternal cycle.

Could you run me through the development of the style of Son of the White Mare? Use of the color wheel accompanied the above-mentioned circularity; this was partly adapted to the circle of time and partly to the characters. I wanted to get rid of contours. I could manage this because my characters are illuminated, this is why I could take advantage of light contours.

I notice that a number of your short films have focused on Greek mythology, while your features have mostly drawn from Hungarian folklore or influenced by Judeo-Christian religion. Did your interests shift? Absolutely not! All are projections of a similar spirit of the same world. I’m currently writing a book about Biblical symbolism, and in it I make numerous references to (Hungarian) folk tales.

What fascinates you about these myths and legends? They remain eternally true. They are harmonizations of the external cosmos and man’s inner, spiritual, unconscious world.

Looking at some of the sequences of Fehérlófia, I was reminded of the sequence where Susano’o battles the Fire God in The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon (1963), directed by Yūgo Serikawa and Toei Dog. Is that a film you’re familiar with? No. And I don’t need to [be]. Tales and myths are universal, the differences are stylistic. Of course, I’d love to see it. When I designed the Fehérlófia figures, I drew countless Japanese woodcuts. I also used Japanese theatrical masks for my heroes’ facial expressions. It’s not common knowledge but the Hungarians and the Japanese consider themselves to be related.

I’ve read in an old interview that you don’t watch much new animation. Is that still true? Yes. I don’t want to be distracted from my chosen path.

What films, live-action or animated, would you say have made the greatest impression on you? I’d rather give you directors: Eisenstein, Kurosawa, Fellini, A. Wajda, Ken Russell. In animation: Frédéric Back, Richard Williams, John Hubley. I don’t know if they influenced me but I have the greatest respect for them and I always enjoy watching their films.

What’s the first film you would suggest to someone looking to discover more animation? My own Sisyphus. It might be particularly shocking for anyone who has never seen animation before.

What was the film that made you fall in love with animation? It was a little different for me, I was rather forced into it as a career. It’s a long story and I’ve told it many times. As a young kid I only watched Soviet cartoons, but still I was enchanted because animation impressed with its own kind of genre surrealism. When I started working in the profession and I had the chance to see others as well, I realized that everything was possible in this world, even what I wanted to do.

Do you have a favorite myth, or one that you’ve been wanting to adapt? Not any more. At the age of 79, I yearn for less laborious work.

Are there any upcoming films you’re excited to see yourself? I haven’t been to the cinema for a very long time. The sort of films that I would be interested in are broadcast on TV late at night. I usually look forward to the latest season of the Vikings series.

How do you feel about the future of animation? The true arts are receiving less and less space in every genre. It is sufficient for me merely to mention the latest restrictive aspects of the Oscars. I hope that the marginalization of the arts and this kind of restriction prove to be only temporary.

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‘Son of the White Mare’ is available now for online rental in the US via Vimeo OnDemand. ‘Johnny Corncob’ is also available in select virtual cinemas. With thanks to Arbelos and Michael Lieberman.

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MORTAL KOMBAT LEGENDS: BATTLE OF THE REALMS Arrives August 31st, 2021

The fate of the universe once again hangs in the balance as warriors come together for one final clash in Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms, an all-new, feature-length film produced by Warner Bros. Animation in coordination with NetherRealm Studios and Warner Bros. Interactive Entertainment. The film arrives from Warner Bros. Home Entertainment on Digital, Blu-ray, and 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack on August 31, 2021.

Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms will be available on Blu-ray (US $29.98 SRP; Canada $39.99 SRP) and 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack (USA $39.99 SRP; Canada $44.98 SRP) and Digital. The Blu-ray features a Blu-ray disc with the film in hi-definition and a digital version of the movie. The 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack features an Ultra HD Blu-ray disc in 4K with HDR, a Blu-ray disc featuring the film in hi-definition, and a digital version of the movie. Pre-order will be available for the Blu-ray and 4K Ultra HD Blu-ray Combo Pack beginning on June 28, 2021, and for Digital starting on July 8, 2021.

Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms picks up shortly after the explosive finale of Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpion’s Revenge, the 2020 blockbuster hit that initiated these animated films – which are based on one of the most popular videogame franchises in history. In Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms, our team of heroes are besieged by the enemy forces of Shao Kahn – forcing Raiden and his group of warriors into a deal to compete in a final Mortal Kombat that will determine the fate of the realms. Now our heroes must travel to Outworld in order to defend Earthrealm and, simultaneously, Scorpion must find the ancient Kamidogu before it's used to resurrect the One Being – which would mean certain destruction of all things in the universe. Time is short and the stakes are high in this action-packed continuation of the Mortal Kombat journey.

Joel McHale (Community, Stargirl) and Jennifer Carpenter (Dexter, Batman: Gotham by Gaslight) return to their lead roles as Hollywood star-turned-fighter Johnny Cage and all-business warrior Sonya Blade, respectively. Also returning for the sequel are Jordan Rodrigues (Lady Bird, The Fosters) as Liu Kang; Patrick Seitz (Mortal Kombat X, Aggretsuko, Naruto: Shippuden) as Scorpion & Hanzo Hasashi; Artt Butler (Her, Star Wars: The Clone Wars) as Shang Tsung & Cyrax; Robin Atkin Downes (The Strain, Batman: The Killing Joke) as Shinnok & Reiko; Dave B. Mitchell (Mortal Kombat 11, Call of Duty franchise) as Raiden, Kintaro & Sektor; Ikè Amadi (Mass Effect 3, Mortal Kombat 11) as Jax Briggs & One Being; Grey Griffin (The Loud House, Young Justice, Scooby-Doo franchise) as Kitana, Satoshi Hasashi & Mileena; and Fred Tatasciore (Robot Chicken, Family Guy) as Shao Kahn.

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Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms is directed by Ethan Spaulding (Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpion’s Revenge, Batman: Assault on Arkham) from a script by Jeremy Adams (Supernatural, Justice Society: World War II) and based on the videogame created by Ed Boon and John Tobias. Rick Morales (Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders, Batman vs. Two-Face) is Producer. Jim Krieg (Batman: Gotham by Gaslight) is Producer. Executive Producer is Sam Register. Ed Boon (NetherRealm Studios) is Creative Consultant.

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The Dinner Party (Encounters-verse)

rating: G summary: Splinter invites April over to the lair for dinner, and April learns that there are secrets yet to be revealed.

notes: This was a lot of fun to right, if not just because I got to talk about sleepy turts. <3 4k words, Ao3 link here

April pressed the buttons on the side of her watch and squinted as a soft blue light illuminated the small screen: 2:27 A.M. When Splinter said no one would know that she was gone, he wasn’t kidding. Her street seemed to be asleep, despite the fact that she could still hear sirens and cars moving in the distance. New York City was never totally silent, but at this hour it was the quietest it was ever going to get. Her mom’s heavy snoring from the other room was the loudest noise around, and didn’t show any signs of stopping even as April had pushed open her bedroom window and crawled out onto the fire escape.

She’d snuck back into her school clothes once her mom had gone to bed, tucking her pajamas and a few stuffed animals under the covers to give the illusion that someone was still beneath them. April didn’t think her mom would even come to check, but doing so still made her giggle – this all felt like a dramatic scene from a movie. The young protagonist, sneaking out of her house and meeting a stranger in the night to go to a party – April was sure she’d seen at least three Disney Channel movies with a similar storyline.

The girl’s stomach growled slightly, serving as a reminder that she hadn’t eaten much for dinner. She briefly considered pulling a granola bar from the box in her backpack, but then decided against it. They were supposed to be eating at the lair tonight, and it would seem rude for her to show up full and having eaten part of her gift for them. Still, considering the fact that the family had been dumpster diving for food only weeks ago, April couldn’t help but wonder what their meal could even consist of. It was very possible that the food would be a hodgepodge of things pulled from dumpsters or stolen from open window sills.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to eat a little bit of something beforehand -

“Are you ready?”

April bit back a shriek at the sudden voice hovering over her head and stumbled back across the metal grating, her fist swinging wildly in the direction of the source. Before it could land, however, a slightly larger and softer hand caught the fist and gently held on to keep her from tripping over her own feet.

“Splinter, oh my gosh,” April caught her balance and then pulled her fist back to place the palm over her pounding heart. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn’t even hear you climbing up the ladder – you’re like a ninja or something!”

Splinter’s whiskers twitched in amusement. He was perched on the edge of the fire escape, squatting in such a way that he looked like he were about to leap frog onto the platform where April was sitting. A dark brown robe was tied around his body, and a hoodie was pulled over that to further cover his rodent features. “Or something like that,” he mused. “But I am sorry to have scared you. Are you ready?”

April nodded, shouldering her backpack. “Yup! So how do we get there?”

The rat leapt nimbly from the bars, landing silently on his claws and then pulling himself to his feet. “I know that we spoke about this last night, but I wanted to give you one more warning before we go. Our home is intentionally a bit difficult for the average person to find, but that is for the safety of myself and my sons. It is of the utmost importance to me that you do not reveal its location, even to your mother. I am trusting you with a secret that, if shared, could spell danger for my family. You do understand this, right?”

April bobbed her head hard in affirmation, then gasped as her glasses slid down her nose and nearly tumbled to the ground below. “Yes sir!”

“Heh, alright then.” Splinter’s serious expression changed to a paternal smile. “Let us hurry now– I left the oven on.”

***

Splinter was not exaggerating about their home being difficult to find. After leaping from the fire escape with April hanging onto his neck, the rat had ricocheted off of the surrounding brick walls until he landed safely on the ground below. There he had led her to a nearby manhole cover, which he removed with ease and then pointed out the metal bars connected to the sides of the cement tube. The two then descended together into the depths, April grimacing slightly at the smell and general dampness in the air until they reached a bigger tunnel below. The air felt at least slightly drier there, even if the smell persisted. Once they had dropped onto the underground sidewalk, Splinter began to follow a seemingly nonsensical path through the sewers – two rights, a left, straight for several minutes, three lefts, a right – April tried to memorize the course, but eventually gave up and instead focused on not stepping in anything weird.

Eventually the sewer area ended, and the two emerged onto what appeared to be cement platforms that ran alongside old railroad tracks.

“From what I understand, these tunnels were originally going to be part of the New York subway system,” Splinter explained as he jumped down onto the tracks and then held a hand up for April to take. She took it gratefully and jumped, the CLANG from her feet landing on the metal sending echoes through the tunnels. “However, after several tunnel collapses and general flooding issues, these tracks were abandoned and left vacant. So for now, the boys and I have decided to make use of what was left behind. Someday soon we will likely out grow our home and be forced to relocate to an area that better suits our needs, but until then,”

Splinter gestured down the line, and April gasped. A lone subway train car was positioned a short distance down the tracks, definitely older and more rusted than any of the cars April had seen actively moving in the subway station. The car also appeared slightly smaller – more like a sleeper car than one of the long, steel tubes that normally carried dozens of human passengers across the city. Several tubes and wires were suspended from the ceiling above the car and hummed softly – April guessed that this was how they had access to water and electricity. “Oh wow – you guys live in there?”

Before Splinter could reply, a door on the side of the car slammed open and a shriek of delight rang through the tunnel. “They’re here!”

Within seconds, a small green and orange form crashed headlong into April, bowling her over and knocking the breath from her lungs. She stumbled backwards, gasping, and eventually fell flat on her butt on the tracks.

“Michelangelo, calm yourself!” Splinter warned, but there was a smile in his voice as the small turtle wormed his way into April’s lap and wrapped his short arms around her waist.

Once April could breathe regularly again, she looked down into her arms and locked caramel colored eyes with the chocolate brown ones of Michelangelo. The hoodie-clad box turtle rested his chin on her chest and gave her a gap-toothed grin, showing no signs of the fear that had been so prominent on their first meeting. His sleeveless hoodie also seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned since then, since the turtle smelled more like a normal, sweaty little boy rather than the filthy garbage he had been hiding in. “I’m so excited you’re here – Dad told us you were coming over and so we’ve been getting the lair ready for you all day! And he said that since it’s a special occasion, we get spaghetti AND meatballs – that’s one of my favorite foods beside pizza!”

April opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off as three other turtles of varying shapes and sizes tumbled out of the train car. “Mikey, you were supposed to wait inside until Dad brought her in!”

Michelangelo shifted into a sitting position, still perched atop April’s stomach, and stuck his tongue out at his brothers. “Well, they’re hear now, and it’s polite to greet guests - right Dad?”

Splinter’s ears flicked as he pushed down the hood that had been covering his head. “I suppose so. But it’s also equally as polite to not crush your guests.”

“Oh, sorry – ” the turtle quickly rolled off of his newfound friend and allowed her to stand, but didn’t show any signs of joining his brothers. “I’m just super happy to see you!”

“I’m happy to see you, too, Mikey!” April grinned. “How’s the foot doing?”

“Better now! I got really sick from it before, and Dad had to take out the stitches to fix it,” Mikey stuck the specified foot into the air, allowing April to see the row of bandages looped around it. His beak wrinkled up as he remembered the incident. “It really hurt, but I didn’t even cry, hardly. But now it’s healing up, and I just have to walk like this for a while – ” He took a few steps away from April, balancing on the heel of his injured foot with each step to avoid putting pressure on the wound. The process looked painful, but Mikey ended the walk cycle with a proud grin. “Plus Raph has been giving me piggy back rides, which has been cool.”

April looked towards the other turtles, suddenly remembering that they had an audience. She smiled warmly at the largest one, who she was fairly certain was Raph. The snapping turtle shuffled his feet under her gaze and blushed shyly. A red football jersey fit snuggly over his shell, but April could already see where several spines were protruding through the fabric. He was about the same height as she was, a fact that would have made her nervous had she not seen how he behaved before. Despite his gruff looking exterior, April still remembered the way he had cradled Mikey after Splinter pulled them out of the dumpster, and the small flowers he had drawn on their correspondences. “That’s nice of him.”

“I don’t mind.” Raph rubbed one arm and smiled. “I don’t want him to hurt his foot any more.”

The other two turtles were slightly more reserved in their greetings, hovering close to their father as they observed April. She didn’t blame them – she and Mikey had formed a bit of a closer bond through their initial meeting and eventual note passing. The other three she only really knew by name and what Splinter and Mikey had included in their messages.

“Why don’t we head inside now,” Splinter motioned with his tail towards the car. “It’s brighter in there, and April still has school tomorrow, so we shouldn’t keep her too long.”

“You go to school?” one of the boys piped up, his eyes suddenly sparking with interest. A more middle-sized turtle with a purple hoodie tied around his waist peered out from behind his brothers. He wore what appeared to be a large army style backpack over his shell, and a pair of thick black glasses was perched on his snout, making April briefly wondered how Splinter had managed to get his claws on prescription lenses. “What grade are you in?”

“I’m in sixth grade,” April smiled as the group shuffled down the remaining line and into the train car. Splinter ducked in first, muttering to himself that ‘the meatballs had better be done by now’. Mikey clung to her hand, skipping beside April and pulling her up the metal steps. “But I’m only eleven. My birthday falls late in the year, so I’m one of the younger kids in my grade – most of my classmates are twelve.”

The turtle – Donatello, she decided – listened with interest, his head bobbing as she spoke. “Cool. We’re all eight and are homeschooled, so that would make us…” he squinted thoughtfully. “Third grade, I think? Right Dad?”

“Something like that,” Splinter nodded absently as he hurried around the stove and adjusted the burner. “School was a bit different for me when I was your age, and the levels can vary from country to country.”

“Dad’s from Japan.” The turtle in the sleeveless blue tank top piped up, speaking his first words since April had arrived. She turned to face him, and was surprised to see the twin streaks of red running down either side of his face. They looked almost like crescent moons, running vertically from the tip of his head to right above his chin and passing over both eyes. Similar shaped yellow stripes ran up and down his arms and legs, marking him as a red eared slider – a term April had discovered during the frantic turtle research she had been doing over the past few weeks. She hadn’t had a chance to see his markings in the dark that first night, but now in the light of the car April could see that most of the turtles bore unique markings. Donatello’s shoulders boasted purple rectangles below his backpack straps, and bright yellow circles crept up and down Mikey’s legs. A few smaller dots were smattered across the bridge of his nose, almost as if flicked from an artist’s paintbrush. Several stickers had also been slapped to Mikey’s plastron, further diversifying his color scheme. They were all quite a sight to behold, really – a brilliant splash of color and life amongst the darkness of the sewers.

Mikey suddenly tugged at her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts. “C’mon – let me show you around.”

Now that she was looking at her surroundings, April couldn’t help but gape. The inside of the train car was nothing like the cold, intimidating exterior. The whole thing primarily consisted of one long room, with a curtain hung along the back right wall. The front of the car had been completely remade, and was now outfitted with the stove that Splinter was cooking on, a small sink, and a tiny cabinet from which he pulled a variety of mismatched silverware. Behind the rat was a small card table, currently covered with a variety of knickknacks, VHS tapes, stacks of used notepads, and books that April assumed had been collected over the years. Her eyes glanced across the spines – science and engineering textbooks, a few nature magazines, and then several books labeled with symbols that she could only assume were Japanese. She recognized a few of the VHS covers as being Lou Jitsu movies, and the rest were a collection of old cartoons she vaguely remembered having heard of. A large wooden tub sat underneath the table, which Raphael pointed out and clarified that it was for baths.

The four turtles elbowed past each other as they continued towards the back of the car, where twinkling lights had been strung along the ceiling and posters bearing characters from various action movies were plastered over the windows. Donatello explained that this area had originally been the conductors’ sleeping quarters, and two bunk beds had been built into the walls for layovers or when conductors took shifts driving through the night. Nowadays, this served as the boys’ bedroom. Leonardo seemed to be warming up to April as they guided her around, and he whipped open the curtain proudly to reveal the bottom bunk.

A large amount of the twinkling lights were gathered here, woven through the bars beneath the top bunk so as to dangle above their heads like stars in the night sky. The whole bunk was outfitted with a handful of t-shirt pillows and several small blankets with frayed edges. A large quilt lay on top of these, stretching from one end of the bunk to the other in a brilliant gradient of red, blue, purple and orange fabric. April noted a few holes poked through the red portion of the blanket – a clear sign that that was wear Raphael often slept.

The top bunk was much less decorated – two pillows and a thin blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed. This was clearly Splinter’s domain, but Leo loudly announced that he had thrown up on the bed during their bout with the flu the week before.

“I had to clean it up,” Raph grumbled. “Since everyone else was sick.”

Mikey patted his arm solemnly. “You’re our hero, bro.”

On the opposite side of the bunks sat a small, portable television – April remembered having seen a similar one in her grandparent’s house back in Northampton. She had vague memories of watching cartoons in her grandpa’s workshop while he worked on cars, and having to lean in close in order to hear the sound that could never seem to get loud enough. In this small area, though, April could imagine snuggling into one of the bunk beds and allowing the speakers to echo through the car.

The last area of the car, immediately to the left of the door, featured a small table that folded out of the wall. A few books had been stacked here – easy readers and a handful of well worn comic books that April guessed were part of their homeschool curriculum. A row of spiral notebooks bearing each boy’s name sat in the window sill, and Donatello pointed his out proudly.

“I’ve got a list of inventions in there- stuff I’m going to make one day when I’m a world famous scientist!”

April grinned. “Cool! I’ve never been great at science myself – I’m more of a math person.”

“Ooh – I like math, too!” the turtle flapped his hands in front of him excitedly, causing Leonardo to giggle. “I can show you what I’m working on, if you want!”

“You can show April your work later, Purple,” Splinter suddenly announced as he sat a stack of plates and silverware on the school table. “For now, let’s go ahead and eat.”

He didn’t need to speak twice – the boys’ calm demeanor quickly dissolved into pushing and shoving as they all grabbed for plates and scooped out heaping portions of spaghetti and meatballs. April was a bit startled at the sudden commotion, but Splinter saw her expression and rolled his eyes tiredly as if to say ‘this happens everyday’.

Once everyone had settled down, forks in their hands and steaming plates before them, Splinter raised his cup. “I want to take this time again to honor Ms. April O’Neil, and the kindness that she has shown our family. From helping Michelangelo in his time of need, to helping us with groceries, she has proven herself to be our hogosha. April, thank you again.”

“To the hogosha!” the boys chorused as they lifted their cups.

April shrunk down in her seat a little, ears burning as she blushed. Thankfully they didn’t seem to need her to say anything in response, as the whole family immediately lowered their cups and dove hungrily into their meals.

***

“Ugh,” April placed a hand over her stomach and sat back in her seat. “That was so good.”

“Yeah,” Mikey nodded in agreement, having already flopped his head into her lap. The other boys sat in various stages of food comas, Donatello’s eyes drooping occasionally and Leo leaning heavily against the wall. Only Raphael seemed to fully awake as he happily bit into another forkful of pasta. Having enough food was clearly a rarity in this household, and being totally satisfied was even rarer. “My tummy is happy.”

April grinned down at the turtle in her lap and patted his shell. He made a purring sound in response and scooched closer, silently urging her to continue. As she did so, the girl looked up at where Splinter was quietly washing dishes. “I can help out with that, if you’d like.”

Splinter’s flicked in her direction, but he continued his job calmly. “That is alright – I’m almost finished, and then we need to get you home.”

April glanced at her watch. Sure enough, it was almost four a.m. She wondered briefly if she could convince her mom that she was sick in order to skip school, since she could already tell that she would not be getting any work done.

“Speaking of home, Leo mentioned that you were originally from Japan? That’s so cool – I’ve never been out of the country before.”

The rat nodded, though April could almost feel a silent guard go up as he spoke. “Yes, I was born and raised in Japan, but I came to America when I was still young. It was a good life, but…” he turned and looked over his boys. “My life wasn’t complete until I adopted these four.”

The girl considered his words for a moment, pondering if her next question would be rude to ask before she finally blurted it out. “How did you get to America? I mean, I’d imagine it’s hard to fly or something when you have to be in disguise the whole time.”

Splinter paused, and April immediately bit her tongue. That was clearly a sore topic. “I’m sorry- you don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.”

“No, it is alright,” the creature gave a light shrug of his shoulders, and then turned back to the dishes in his hands. “Life was not always like this for me. Let us just leave it like that.”

April yearned to dig deeper and ask more questions, but she swallowed them down and nodded. Whether he noticed it or not, she could see the way that his shoulders had tensed beneath his robe at her words, and how his ears had flattened slightly. Whatever had happened to him in the past, Splinter was clearly not ready to speak openly about it – or at least, not to her.

Her thoughts were cut short when sleep apparently overtook Leonardo, and the boy’s head dropped to the table with a small ‘thwack’. Mikey and Raph immediately burst into quiet laughter, only barely managing to muffle the noise behind their hands. Donnie watched the incident through half-hooded eyes, a look of confusion on his face as if he couldn’t tell what had just happened, and then slowly nudged Leo’s plate out of the way before his brother could end up covered in marinara.

“I think someone’s ready for bed,” April laughed, but she couldn’t blame him. Her own eyes were drooping heavily, and she was already dreading the long walk back to her apartment.

“I’ve got him,” Raph finally said as he got over his giggle fit and hopped out of his chair. April watched the turtle gently lift his brother from the table and carry him towards the open end of the sink, where he coaxed the half-conscious turtle into brushing his teeth. Even though she knew that all of the turtles were the same age, it was hard not to see Raphael as the big brother of the bunch – a role he clearly took with pride. The thought almost made her feel jealous – she’d always thought that it would be nice to have a younger sibling.

As if reading her mind, Mikey yawned pitifully from her lap and stretched his arms into the air. “M’legs are tired – carry me?”

April smiled down at the sleepy bundle and grinned. “Where to?”

“Gotta brush my teeth.”

“Alright, then,” the girl opened her arms and allowed Mikey to cling to her side like a baby koala bear. Donnie followed close behind, his steps heavy as he reached out to grab Mikey’s ankle for guidance. Together the trio shuffled towards the sink and traded places with Raph and Leo. The younger two both pulled their toothbrushes out of a cabinet and set to work as Splinter dried off the last dish and set it to the side. He nodded gratefully at April, and then cleared his throat.

“I should probably take April home now, boys,” The air filled with a chorus of sleepy moans. “So everyone say your goodbyes, and off to bed.”

“Can we read a story tonight?” Raph asked hopefully as he pulled his jersey over his head and climbed into bed. Leo was already snoring quietly at his side, but shifted obediently when Raph nudged him.

“If there is anyone still awake when I return home, yes.”

Donnie let out a small, exhausted ‘woo’ as he spit into the sink and then wiped his mouth on his arm. “G’night, April. See you next time.”

“Yeah, goodnight!”

“Goodnight!”

“zzzzz… ood ni….zzzz.”

After giving each of the boys that asked a last hug, April shouldered her backpack and followed Splinter out the door- but not forgetting to leave the box of granola bars on the table. Her eyes drooped heavily as she walked, but her heart soared with warmth as she reminisced on the evening. Granted it had only been an hour and a half, but she couldn’t help but feel the sensation that this was a landmark occasion in her life. Each of the boys had won her heart in a different way, and she was already excited to come back during the daytime in order to hang out and ask more questions. Like where did they go the bathroom? Why did Donnie wear that big backpack the whole time she was there? Was he really going to me a ton of inventions like he said? And what about the future lair that Splinter had mentioned?

April smiled to herself as Splinter began to hum a walking song under his breath. She still had questions about the rat as well. There were somethings that he wasn’t telling her, and that he didn’t seem to want the boys to know either. But what?

When they finally reached the ladder that led to the surface, Splinter allowed April to wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her up and out of the sewer, then up to the fire escape before she even realized what was happening. The rat waited patiently as she climbed back through her window, bidding her farewell with a promise that she could come over again whenever she wanted, and then he vanished.

And as April climbed into bed, not even bothering to put her pjs back on, she rested in that promise – that she would see the boys again, and learn more about their world.

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meggthenbafan2021 · 7 months ago

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OWN IT EARLY ON DIGITAL ON MAY 14; 4K ULTRA HD & BLU-RAY DEBUT ON JUNE 4

BURBANK, CA (March 14, 2019) – It’ll take the unlikely unification of the Dark Knight and the Heroes in a Half-shell to overcome combined villainous forces afoot in Gotham City in the all-new, feature-length animated thriller, Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Produced by Warner Bros. Animation, Nickelodeon and DC, the film arrives from Warner Bros. Home Entertainment on Digital starting May 14, 2019, and on 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack and Blu-ray Combo Pack on June 4, 2019.

Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will be available on 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack ($39.99 SRP) and Blu-ray Combo Pack ($24.98 SRP), as well as on Digital ($19.99 HD, $14.99 SD). The 4K Ultra HD Combo Pack features an Ultra HD Blu-ray disc in 4K with HDR and a Blu-ray disc featuring the film; the Blu-ray Combo Pack features the film in hi-definition. The 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray Combo Pack include a digital version of the film.

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Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles finds Gotham City reaching new levels of danger when Shredder joins forces with Ra’s al Ghul to enact a nefarious plan – leading to the team-up of the Dark Knight and the Turtles to combat the combined might of the Foot Clan and League of Assassins!

The Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all-star cast is led by Troy Baker (Batman: Arkham Origins, The Last of Us) as the voice of both Batman and the Joker – making Baker the first actor to ever play both roles in the same film. Opposite Baker are the Ninja Turtles themselves – Emmy Award/Golden Globe Award/SAG Award winner Darren Criss (American Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace, Glee) as Raphael, Kyle Mooney (Saturday Night Live) as Michelangelo, Baron Vaughn (Grace and Frankie) as Donatello, and Eric Bauza (Looney Tunes Cartoons, The Woody Woodpecker Show) as Leonardo.

Other key members of the voice cast include Rachel Bloom (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) as Batgirl, John DiMaggio (Adventure Time, Futurama) as Mr. Freeze, Tara Strong (Batman: The Animated Series, Teen Titans, Teen Titans Go!) as Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy, Tom Kenny (SpongeBob SquarePants) as Penguin, Carlos Alazraqui (Reno 911!) as Bane, Cas Anvar (The Expanse) as Ra’s al Ghul, Keith Ferguson (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends) as Baxter Stockman & Two-Face, Brian George (Seinfeld) as Alfred, Ben Giroux (Hart of Dixie) as Robin, Andrew Kishino (The Lion Guard) as Shredder, and Jim Meskimen (Parks and Recreation) as Commissioner Gordon & Scarecrow.

Jake Castorena (The Death of Superman) directs Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from a script by Marly Halpern-Graser (Mad, Batman Unlimited, Be Cool, Scooby-Doo). The film is inspired by the comic book series “Batman/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” by James Tynion IV and Freddie Williams II (published by DC Comics and IDW Publishing) and is based on characters from DC and Nickelodeon. Ben Jones (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Batman: The Brave and the Bold) is producer. Executive producers are Benjamin Melniker and Michael Uslan. Sam Register and Chris Viscardi are executive producers.

Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Enhanced Content

Ultra HD Blu-ray Combo Pack, Blu-ray Combo Pack and Digital

Cowabunga, Batman! When Comic Worlds Collide (Featurette)– Super hero crossovers have inspired some of the most unique comics of all time. Explore the concept of the crossover, and see the creativity that ensues when the worlds of Batman and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles meet.

Fight Night in Gotham (Featurette) – DC animated movies have continued to push the realism of hand-to-hand combat on-screen. Take an exciting look at both Batman’s and the Ninja Turtles’ fighting styles, and how the creators make it feel like you’re in the fight!

A Sneak Peek at the next DC Universe Movie, Batman: Hush – An advance look at the next animated film in the popular DC Universe Movies collection.

The 4K Ultra HD Blu-ray disc of Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will feature Dolby VisionTM HDR that dramatically expands the color palette and contrast range and uses dynamic metadata to automatically optimize the picture for every screen, frame by frame. The 4K Ultra HD Blu-ray disc of Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will also feature a Dolby Atmos® soundtrack remixed specifically for the home theater environment to place and move audio anywhere in the room, including overhead. To experience Dolby Atmos at home, a Dolby Atmos enabled AV receiver and additional speakers are required, or a Dolby Atmos enabled sound bar. Dolby Atmos soundtracks are also fully backward compatible with traditional audio configurations and legacy home entertainment equipment.

Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will also be available on Movies Anywhere. Using the free Movies Anywhere app and website, consumers can access all their eligible movies by connecting their Movies Anywhere account with their participating digital retailer accounts.

Fans can also own Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles via purchase from digital retailers beginning May 14, 2019.

DIGITAL DISTRIBUTION ELEMENTS

On May 14, Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will be available to own in high definition and standard definition from select digital retailers including Amazon, FandangoNow, iTunes, PlayStation, Vudu, Xbox and others. On June 4, Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will be made available digitally on Video On Demand services from cable and satellite providers, and on select gaming consoles.

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BASICS

PRODUCT SRP

4K UHD Combo Pack $39.99

Blu-ray Combo Pack $24.98

4K and Blu-ray Street Date: May 14, 2019

EST Street Date: June 4, 2019

Blu-ray Languages: English, French, Spanish, German

Blu-ray Subtitles: English, French, Spanish, German, Japanese, Danish, Finnish, Norwegian

Running Time: 90 minutes

Rating: PG-13 for fantasy violence.

About Warner Bros. Home Entertainment, Inc.:

Warner Bros. Home Entertainment (WBHE) brings together Warner Bros. Entertainment’s home video, digital distribution and interactive entertainment businesses in order to maximize current and next-generation distribution scenarios. An industry leader since its inception, WBHE oversees the global distribution of content through packaged goods (Blu-ray Disc™ and DVD) and digital media in the form of electronic sell-through and video-on-demand via cable, satellite, online and mobile channels, and is a significant developer and publisher for console and online video game titles worldwide. WBHE distributes its product through third party retail partners and licensees.

About Nickelodeon

Nickelodeon, now in its 39th year, is the number-one entertainment brand for kids. It has built a diverse, global business by putting kids first in everything it does. The company includes television programming and production in the United States and around the world, plus consumer products, digital, recreation, books and feature films. Nickelodeon is one of the most globally recognized and widely distributed multimedia entertainment brands for kids and family, with 1.2 billion cumulative subscriptions in more than 500 million households across 170+ countries and territories, via more than 100+ locally programmed channels and branded blocks. Outside of the United States, Nickelodeon is part of Viacom International Media Networks, a division of Viacom Inc. (NASDAQ: VIAB, VIA), one of the world’s leading creators of programming and content across all media platforms. For more information or artwork, visit http://www.nickpress.com. Nickelodeon and all related titles, characters and logos are trademarks of Viacom Inc.

About DC

Home to iconic brands DC (Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, The Flash), DC Vertigo (Sandman, Fables) and MAD, DC is the creative division charged with strategically integrating across Warner Bros. and WarnerMedia. DC works in concert with many key Warner Bros. divisions to unleash its stories and characters across all media, including but not limited to film, television, consumer products, home entertainment, and interactive games. Publishing thousands of comic books, graphic novels and magazines each year, DC is one of the largest English-language publishers of comics in the world.

BATMAN and all related characters and elements are trademarks of and © DC Comics. TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES and all related titles, logos and characters are trademarks of Viacom International Inc. © 2019 Viacom International Inc. and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

About Warner Bros. Animation

Warner Bros. Animation (WBA) is one of the leading producers of animation in the entertainment industry, producing and developing projects for multiple platforms, both domestically and internationally. Theatrically, WBA’s full-length film, Teen Titans GO! to the Movies, released on July 27, 2018. WBA’s TV series include Teen Titans Go!, Unikitty! and the upcoming DC Super Hero Girls and ThunderCats Roar for Cartoon Network; Be Cool Scooby-Doo!, Bunnicula, Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz, The Tom and Jerry Show, New Looney Tunes, Wacky Races and the upcoming Scooby-Doo! and Guess Who? and Yabba Dabba Dinosaurs for Boomerang; Mike Tyson Mysteries for Adult Swim; Green Eggs and Ham for Netflix; Harley Quinn and Young Justice: Outsiders for DC Universe; Animaniacs for Hulu; and the upcoming Looney Tunes Cartoons content initiative. As home to the iconic animated characters from the DC, Hanna-Barbera, MGM and Looney Tunes libraries, WBA also produces highly successful animated films — including the DC Universe Animated Original Movies — for DVD, Blu-ray® and digital media. One of the most-honored animation studios in history, WBA has won six Academy Awards®, 35 Emmy® Awards, the George Foster Peabody Award, an Environmental Media Award, a Parents’ Choice Award, the HUMANITAS Prize, two Prism Awards and 20 Annie Awards (honoring excellence in animation).

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