#does this count as a crossover?

[anime-grimmy-art]

Like water and earth.

Not a crossover that I would think ever to cross my mind but I've been playing Monster Hunter Rise again, so my babygirl Chidori was on my mind, and it kinda hit me that her and Furina share quite a few design similarities.

Floofy hair with an underside/inner highlight colour, not to mention the "looks like a short hairstyle but is actually super long", funky looking eyes with even more funky eyelashes and two dudes being their absolutely biggest fans.

Anyways, was a great excuse to draw two babygirls at once.

[nomorefstogive]

Imagine giving the path to nowhere sinners music from our world. I would like to see the reactions to lady gaga or Miley Cyrus.

Idea imagine we make a music video with the sinners. If you look up the music video for prisoner by Miley Cyrus and Dua Lipa. Imagine that with the sinners

Sorry for the delay in getting this out, I have been having some fun delving into a new AU for Warhammer 40k, Female Primarchs and the mayhem they would bring, and binging Fallout New Vegas with some mods in it.

Side Note: Lakelurks are assholes and I will make them all into sushi if one more hits me.

That said, I read this and I immediately pictured Peggy, Hella, and several others being introduced to the Rap Legend that is Eminem, the Chief would have a migraine by the end of the first few hours of hearing about his songs and them quoting said songs lol.

As for the idea of the MBCC branching off and making music videos featuring the sinners, it is certainly in the realm of possibility given Deren's reality bending powers, along with the potential resources of some of the wealthier sinners (Chelsea, Cabernet, Eirene etc), along with the talents of the more technically talented sinners, such as Summer, it would be rather simple for them to do so.

It would also be interesting to see some of the Sinners lend their voices or ideas to the lyrics and such for the songs, a real surprise being the potential for the Grim Reaper herself, Nox, lending her voice and the voices of those within her to the song.

Somehow, I feel this idea would work in a very amusing way if the Chief and Nightingale were unaware of just what it was the Sinners were up to, until they see one of the videos as an ad lol.

Additionally, I feel that the Sinners would enjoy a rather diverse range of music, with some like Chameleon and Eirene enjoying classical such as Bethoven and Mozart, while others, such as Mr. Fox and maybe Demon or Langley might enjoy older style music such as Frank Sinatra, at least those are my takes on the matter.

Although, now I am curious, which genres of music do you feel the Sinners and Staff of the MBCC would enjoy?

Also, and this is due in no small part to my renewed fascination with the setting, how do you feel the MBCC would react to being shown the world of Fallout, or how a crossover between the 2 worlds would go with Fallout being set on another landmass opposite to Dis and Eastia?

With all of that said, stay safe and take care.

[teecupangel]

Random idea BUT Desmond as Trico from The Last Guardian in various timelines...

Okay, okay, so I like Team Ico's games and this makes me happy because just imagine Desmond being this oversized puppy/kitten/chick:

What if… he wakes up in this dark gloomy place with white lines all around the floor, ceilings and walls being his only source of light.

So he follows the light but they start going in different directions… different rooms…

With a single door that’s just big enough for him to squeeze to.

One would lead him to the vault underneath the Temple of Jerusalem just as Altaïr, Malik, and Kadar infiltrate it and because he’s not used to how to move in his current form, he trips on his way out and accidentally drops on Robert’s knights, splattering them. The three Assassins would definitely be saved by an unknown creature who may or may not be connected to the treasure they were sent to retrieve (and, to make this funnier, Desmond accidentally eats the Apple because of his clumsiness and it fell from its ‘box’ and his mouth was open at the time and… now the three have to wait for Desmond to ‘expel’ it because no one wants to cut him open)

One would lead him to the vault underneath the Vatican where he accidentally plays Minerva a few seconds before Ezio gets inside so when Ezio finally gets inside, he’s treated to a glowing woman talking about the end of the world to apparently some kind of large creature and then she says “The rest is up to you, Desmond” while looking at the creature so he now believes that the creature is the key to saving the world from the sun while Desmond is just charading what may be “… uuuhhh… sureeee? You’re… technically right…”

While we always put Desmond in the Grand Temple during Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time, let’s change it up a bit. The entrance to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s timeline isn’t in the Grand Temple… it’s in the Observatory in the West Indies. And this could totally work for Edward’s timeline (and Desmond becomes like the Jackdaw’s mascot) but the main point is that Desmond would have to find a way to travel to America to find Ratonhnhaké:ton. But how the hell was he going to do that when his wings are pretty banged up for some reason? The best he could do was glide… So… either Desmond gets to America by the time Ratonhnhaké:ton has already started his missions as an Assassin OR Ratonhnhaké:ton actually finds him while sailing the Aquila. And it would take a few hours before Ratonhnhaké:ton realizes that Desmond is just one big lazy cat/dog/bird/something like that and he’d take Desmond would him because Desmond kept letting out pained anguished sounds whenever Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to leave him behind.

In the end, Desmond just ends up chilling somewhere safe like Villa Auditore or Davenport Homestead. His time with Altaïr is the only one where he shakes his head furiously and refuses to go to Masyaf which meant the three of them needed to be creative in finding Desmond a ‘hiding’ spot.

[vicolovesrevolution]

Just had this idea

[bubsythefox]

Giving different iterations of the TMNT Pokemon because I can.

This is part one!

I'm gonna start this off by saying that 1987 Donatello would definitely have a Rotom and Porygon.

Now, before everyone gets on my back saying "NOOO YOU CAN'T GIVE ITERATIONS OF THE TURTLES POKEMON FROM LATER GENS THEY DIDN'T EXIST!!!1!!1!" Pokemon from later gens DID exist, they just weren't known as well in other regions.

The reason why I'm giving him a Rotom is because of the different form the little guy can possess. Not only do I think 87' Don would find it fascinating, I think he would be able to use its abilities for his own inventions! Porygon in itself is self explanatory.

Next is 87' Raph.

I decided to give him a Meowth and Cyndaquil.

There's only one reason why I gave Raphael a Meowth, and that's because of Team Rocket's own Meowth! Would it be able to walk and talk like him? Nope! Would it have the same attitude? Absolutely!

I feel like at least some if not ALL Raphs would have a fire type with them. I chose Cyndaquil purely because how cute I think it would be for to have the turtle with the most attitude with a cute little starter.

Where to begin with '87 Mikey?

I think he would have a Sudowoodo and a shiny Pichu (soon to be Pikachu)

We've all seen the goofyass disguises Mikey would wear to blend in with the humans, so I thought to myself 'hey, why not give him the Pokemon that disguises itself like a tree?

I also think he would love having a Pichu and since it evolves by friendship, it would be amazing for him to have a Pokemon like that! (Plus why not give an iconic turtle the most iconic Pokemon of all time?)

Last but not least: Leonardo

This one was a difficult choice for me. But I think he would have a Wartortle and Eevee.

I'm gonna be completely honest with you here chief, I mostly picked Wartortle because it both blue and a turtle I'm so sorry if you expected more

EEVEE ON THE OTHER HAND-

I chose Eevee to represent the different potentials of what type of leader he could be, and since Eevee has multiple evolutions; I think wether the choice between to evolve it or not to evolve it would really show his and his Eevee's bond together!

[mwahnonreblogs]

Here's the sonas of a friend of mine ( @loveflower144 ) and myself as a screenshot from suction cup man i guess

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

Here come a Flock of Haros. Giant bouncy metal balls flocking at your muses

"... I'm keeping every single one of you."

Oh no-

[holycrimin]

that one Laios meme but with the 12 bros, saw the rise one and got inspired <33

(don't tag as t-cest)

original under the cut!

Original by @/sweepswoop_ on Twitter

[on-the-clear-blue]

Original idea coming from @the-witchhunter and then added on to by many others.

Dead Man's Diner

---

Danny was tired okay? It may very well be his own damn fault but he can't keep waking up during daylight hours, while yes, he can fully be up and sitting at a desk, the likelihood of him waking up getting shouted at by his boss for sleeping on the job was astounding.

So at 19 years old, freshly jobless, Danny said Fuck it and moved away from Amity Park, Valarie was more than willing to handle the few ghosts that still came through the portal since he became the King.

You might be wondering, why isn't Danny filthy rich and rolling in it as the ghost king? Two words, the Observants.

Those flouting eye bastards had moved in and said that unless he was the king full time, he was unable to access the vaults of the Infinite Realms.

So once again, 19, freshly jobless and wanting to get out of Gotham? Danny was very lucky to have friends that love him far to much, Sam and Tucker both pitched in to move him out to where they had chosen to do collage.

*Gotham* oh Sam was in love with the place, the architecture, the people, (and maybe a certain green supervillian that was determined to make the city better) and Tucker was obsessing over being in the same city as Wayne Enterprises, trying his best to get into their internship program by his own merit rather than just hacking himself into it.

And Danny? He was loving it for a slightly different reason.

While the death rate was unfortunately high in Gotham, that also meant that the amount of passive ectoplasim generated by the deaths was massive, it was almost as rich as back in Amity Park with the portal into the ghost zone!

(Oh and the many job opportunities but Danny was a little less worried about that.)

---

Letting out a sigh, Danny scrubbed at his eyes as he leaned back into his chair, another job he had to turn down due to it being shady as all get out.

4 hours and he was getting payed 200 bucks? Major criminal vibes from that...

Taking a moment to get himself balanced, Danny leaned back and looked to the clunky laptop that Tucker had given him, it was modified to hell and back, so it still ran quickly, but it sure as he'll wasn't pretty.

Clicking on yet another job listing, Danny paused as he felt a shiver run down his spine, and a blue mist pass through his lips, blinking, he twisted around to look at the spare room of Sam's apartment, Ghosts tend not to get close enough to him to trigger the ghost sense in Gotham...

Seeing nothing, Danny turned back to his laptop only to find a piece of paper stuck to the screen with tape, freezing at first, the dark haired man sighed deeply, peeling it off he held it close as he read it.

[Help wanted at Big C's Dinner! Looking for a night cook that knows their way around a kitchen!]

There was a few more lines that Danny's eyes skimmed over, picking up the location that it was at, it even had a decent pay, but he paid more attention to the scribbled on note at the bottom of it.

[Daniel, head to this place at 12 am tonight. While the Observants said that you may not touch a single coin in your vaults, they side nothing of your properties.]

---

So Danny knows how to handle himself, he has fought many, many people and still came out half alive, but even he felt a little on edge coming down to the railroad tracts in Gotham, because apparently that was were Big C's dinner was at...which he apparently owned? Clockwork works in mysterious ways that Danny was so done trying to figure out.

Stepping up to a bit of abandoned tract, he blinked a few times at the site of Big C's.

It was a decent sized Dinning Car, with a ramp that attached itself to a proper street, it had peeling green paint and dirty white accents with charming rusted steel connecting it to the tracts, the only thing new looking on it was a bit banner stretched across it, stating the name "BIG C'S ALL DAY EVERY DAY BREAKFAST CART! OPEN 24/7!"

The windows were close off by tinted yellow blinds, but he could still see light coming through them. Stepping up the ramp Danny felt the cart under him shudder and something inside of him fluttered, and by the time he was opening the door he could feel the reason why.

The very cart was *alive*, taking a quick breath, Danny could practically taste the energy from it, there was a buzzing undercurrent of excitement that rung through the whole cart.

A little unprepared for his, Danny just smiled warily, "Uhh, hey there? Anyone around?" In response to his words the cart shuddered, the blinds dancing up and down and he could hear the squeel of the wheels.

"O-okay then, um my name is Danny Fenton...Clockwork sent me?" There was another flapingnof the blinds, and the small wooden flap that let people into the back lifted up suddenly before clacking down loudly.

Taking a steadying breath, Danny slipped through the bar and into the back.

It was surprisingly clean and orderly, the stove and fryer looked over than his parents but well maintained, the flat top was perfectly scrubbed and was already heating up.

As Danny looked around, he felt a familiar shiver run down his spine, looking around once more, Danny fell into a fighting position as he spotted the figure of a familiar foe

"Lunch Lady? Aren't you a little far from home? What did your order of fist not come in?" The bright rings of light around Danny's waist swirled into life as he went into his ghost form.

He got a thrilling grin from the older apparition, but she only crossed her arms, "While we can tumble later little King, Lord Clockwork sent me personally, said you need a bit of help learning how to cook? And ain't nobody better slinging food than me, dead or alive!"

---

Down in the dripping depths of the cave system deep under Gotham, one Bruce Wayne, still in his Batsuit sat in front of the Bat Computer, eyes glaring at a map of Gotham.

He had been tracking a strange energy pattern that made its way through Gotham, he had first thought it was some sort of layline, but the more that he tracked it the more he realized it was closer to watching a person's walking patterns, sometimes following roads, and sometimes crisscrossing through streets and alleyways.

But tonight that power signal tripled in size, off-putting energy that Bruce hadn't seen it done before, tapping the com on his ear, he spoke clearly "Nightwing, take Red Robin and investigate the coordinates I am sending the both of you, observe it, I just got a massive spike in an energy at that location."

There was silence for a moment before the com crackled and his sons responded "Got it B! Me and RR needed a little time together huh Babybird?"

There was a quiet hum from Tim, before the teen spoke "On route Batman, after this I am heading in, we have a meeting with a suspect in the morning B, Vlad Masters has been poking around Gotham."

[kaiju-krew]

comfort character meme gave me whiplash

original

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[soppsop]

[Image Description: A series of digital redraws of the Cookie Run Ovenbreak characters from the Cookie Trial event in the Ace Attorney art style. The first image shows Cotton Candy Cookie standing in the witness stand, holding a love letter that covers her mouth. She's looking to the side and blushing. Her textbox reads "I'm here because the defendant stole something from me!".

The second image shows Langue de Chat cookie in the defence bench thinking "Um... The witness is blushing...". He is pushing up his glasses and has a drop of sweat on his face.

The third image is of Roguefort Cookie standing as the defence's co-council in a prison outfit, looking at the camera and smiling, saying "That person really is an interesting one..."

The fourth image shows Cappuccino Cookie standing in the prosecutor's bench, holding a book in his left arm and hitting the bench with his right fist, shouting "Tell us what they stole!"

The fifth image shows Cotton Candy Cookie again, this time blushing more, with her eyes closed and the letter covering her face even more and saying "That person..... Completely stole my heart!"

The sixth image shows Langue de Chat Cookie shocked, leaning on the bench and pushing up his now broken glasses, sweating and with messy hair. The textbox says "!?"

The seventh image is Cappuccino Cookie also shocked and sweating, leaning on the bench with his fist clenched and the textbox says "!?!?!???"

The last image shows a comparison between the redraws and the original cookie sprites. End ID]

I'm sorry everyone I gave in. I attorneyd the cookies

This was meant to be just some doodles but i was having wayyy too much fun with this lmao. The text is a bit awkward but there was a LOT of dialogue in the original and i had to cut it down somehow rip

Anyways I think Roguefort Cookie would be the worst defendant ever

*I'm very bad at writing and describing things so if anyone has any corrections to my ID please tell me thank you 😭

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm suddenly thinking about rockstar!eddie shooting a music video on some naval ship and meeting actual sailor!steve who's all dressed up in his whites 'cause eddie's a big name star and the captain said everyone had to look their best and eddie immediately folding for the pretty guy in uniform

just: eddie wanting a couple of the guys to act in the video 'cause hopefully then they'd actually know what they're doing, and asking the capt to point out his most competent sailor. the capt immediately points out one of his low-ranking ensigns (like, brand new baby officer 'cause that's the kinda shit an officer would pull) and eddie, having been raised by wayne (who i'm hc-ing as a navy vet) knows better and is immediately like "No sir, I said your most competent, not your least. someone point me to THE second class. Where's he? I need an enlisted guy." and a higher-ranking chief that's been following the band around the ship all day bellows out a laugh and says "You're gonna want Harrington, Mr. Munson."

idk idk, it's niche but for some reason my mind went into the cold clammy depths of my time in the navy this morning and i was like 'NOPE! don't wanna dwell here, make it fun! make it about the blorbos so you dont get sad!!' lmao

[moss-on-trees]

DP X DC PROMPT: DISRUPTIVE SUMMONINGS AU

Some time after Danny joins the Justice League, his Rogues find out and whine at him about how he's "hoarding all the good fights and we're all so boooored, don't be stingy!" so they come up with a summoning rotation where he calls on them to help deal with the kind of threats that requires backup. The JL is appreciative at first. They are less so once they realise how chaotic Danny's reformed Rogue Gallery can be.

(Batman especially wants them all gone, they're so unpredictable he can't plan a strategy around their madness. Robin hates Youngblood with the fire of a thousand suns and has declared him his nemesis. The Flash wants Clockwork to stop bullying him.)

[zillychu]

"hey can you draw TTB fam as cats" <- Kei unaware I'm about to be unwell for 2 nights

extras under the cut!

[bubsythefox]

What Pokemon each TMNT iteration would have! (Part 2)

Here we go again! This time, we're doing this with the 2003 turtles!

How about we start with Leonardo? Where he has a Lucario and a Ralts that soon evolves into a Gallade later on!

I decided to give him a Lucario because I feel like him learning how to use and work together with a Pokemon like this would show his growth, not only that Lucario is The Aura Pokemon and I think that could work well with his character development!

Ralts/Gallade is sorta a last minute effort in my part. But the more I think about it, the more Leonardo with a Gallade would make sense because the image of him training with it is pretty cool!

(who knows? Maybe one of them will be able mega evolve!)

Next on the list is Raphael, and I gotta admit this was a tough one. But I think I landed on two Pokemon

Those being a Machoke and Monferno (soon to be Infernape)

I think the reason why I gave him a Machoke is pretty obvious. But in case if you never watched this series, the reason I gave him a Machoke is because of his love for wrestling.

Monferno might not be so obvious, but I chose this one because of it's ability Blaze. For those who don't know; When a Pokémon with Blaze uses a Fire-type move, the move's power will be increased by 50% if the user has less than or equal to ⅓ of its maximum HP remaining. (Bulbapedia) And I feel like this is definitely fitting for a guy like Raph!

Donatello is up next and I gave him a Luxray and Krokorok!

Okay I'll admit I only gave him a Luxray because I wanted to, but in my defense. The guy is traumatized and been through a lot he deserves a little treat!

Krokorok on the other hand I gave him because of Leatherhead! I feel like this Pokemon would remind him a lot of his lab partner!

And Finally we have Michelangelo! I gave him a Skitty and a Mudkip.

Skitty represents Mikey's actual kitten he has in the series named Clunk!

I gave him a Mudkip because... Well it seems like the type who would like Mudkips