#ggth!au snippet

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Farewell

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion (Cabin 15) ~ Cadoo 🐾 (Feel free to reblog + interact with the boy, he's strugglin) Don squeezed his eyes shut, his tail flicked out behind him, thumping repeatedly against the edge of his makeshift bed.

He’d crawled his way home the night before, exhausted from a full week of mischief, exhausted but happy. Don had flopped down into his nest for a well deserved sleep, comfortable, content, and looking forward to the following morning. He had plans to go back to his cabin after breakfast. To visit his friends, his brothers. He’d been woken up by the camp’s final event announcement, blaring over the intercom. “...our camp-sanctioned farewell meeting is upon us.” Don didn’t get up. Oh. Camp was ending. He’d be home soon. Back in his proper dimension. In his proper lair. With dad and Leo, and Raph and Mikey. Leatherhead and Casey and April. Back with his proper family. Like his instincts wanted. Like he wanted. …. Don thought….he thought he’d be happier than this. Excited maybe? At ease? 

Of course he expected to feel a little upset, after spending months connecting with his cabin mates and interacting with other versions of his family it was only natural for there to be a feeling of loss. This experience was never going to last forever, or at least they’d all assumed so. He’d been prepared really, this wouldn’t be the first time that he’d had to part ways with new friends or family. This wasn’t catching him unawares. Really. Logically he knew that. So why…. Why was he so….sad? No. Anxious? Scared. Scared to go back home. He could hear his heartbeat, too fast as it kept pace with the stressed swing of his tail. His head was buzzing just behind it, a not so soothing white noise to fill the gaps between beats. Don wriggled until he could bury his head under the blankets, it did nothing to muffle the noise and he whined, dragging his claws across the bottom of the nest to shred the sheets he was laying on. Not like he’d be needing them much longer. This was ridiculous. Stupid even. On the verge of panic over going back to his rightful universe. Why did that thought scare him? Terrify him?He was going home. Home. Where his nest was. Is. Where his family was. Is. Where they are. And sure, this week would probably be the last time he’d see Mike or Smokey or Mikey or Hunter or Scout or Mercury. But that was expected. That’s how experiences like this worked…when they weren’t orchestrated by some villainous higher power. You come, you meet new people, you leave. Maybe you go on a couple side quests, learn some fun morals and life lessons. Befriend a group of turtles who you can actually have a conversation with again. Sometimes you get to keep a souvenir, sometimes you even get to remember it all! None of that really mattered though, because he’d be going home and he’d be going to see his family and- He’d be alone. Don’s breath stuttered and his throat clicked. His hindlegs pushed him further beneath the blankets, curling up as tightly as he was able. A high distressed trill left his beak, smothered by the folds of the comforter. His head buzzed louder. Half formed thoughts and instincts fighting for purchase. No. That wasn’t right. He wouldn’t be alone. His family was is there. But it’d be quiet again. That didn’t make sense either. Especially when his baby brother was involved. The lair was never quiet. He would be.He would be quiet again.

Don blinked. Something cool slid down his cheek. He’d gotten comfortable here, distracted by the games and newness of it all. He’d forgotten that this wasn’t normal. That he wouldn’t be going back home to something like this. He wouldn’t be able to initiate play or physical touch like he could here with Hunter or Scout or the nibbles. Because his body language wouldn’t be understood. He wouldn’t be able to enter a room and announce himself, say I love you, respond to a question like he could with Mikey or Smokey or Mercury. Because he now spoke a completely different language. He wouldn’t be able to expect the same kind of patience, understanding, or flexibility like he could with Mike. Because he and his brothers were teenagers and despite every crazy thing they’ve experienced thus far it still wasn’t enough to help deal with what was wrong with him.Don would be alone again. And after months of not being alone he wasn’t sure if he could survive that.

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eep alrighty, what a line up of talented people to follow lmaoo //sweats haha wow let me do this from the correct blog for once oops, thanks tumblr ~~

The hard part about this is having 2 passion projects i'm writing for rn and not being able to choose which one to post from //rip so i wont choose oops Def more than 7 lines from 2 turtle AUs: First Encounters Wishing Star Branch

Aven nudged her little star with her snout in a reassuring gesture after the blue mutant’s smug little quip. When they turned to look at her she nudged them again, a soft buzzing chirp humming in her throat.  We’ll be ok. We’ve done this before. We’ll stay together. We’ve been through worse.  She hoped her sentiments were still understood even if only through her body language. Aven lifted her head when Ci snapped his jaws impatiently, just wanting to get this all over with. One last steadying breath before Aven carefully pushed up off the cold concrete floor. Her entire body heaved as she shifted her weight, first dipping down into a stretching bow, tail arching overhead. Oh that felt glorious.

Good Genes & Thick Hides AU short snippet

One more flash of light later and Mikey was properly back in his shell. Don had perfectly managed the timing to not only unlock his jaws from his little brother’s throat, with an audible click, but also lift up his own body just enough to settle it back down right on top of said brother as soon as his transformation was complete. Properly pinning him to the floor with the smuggest look Leo’s ever seen on a creature without eyebrows or lips. And that was saying a lot considering the company he kept.

shameless self plug but @/languajix & I are working on this one together and you can keep up with its development over at @clawsandpaws-creativearchive

I don't have too many people to tag off the top of my head?? But here are 2 lovelies who do come to mind: @tellotech (my partner in crime for the Wishing Star Branch!) @splatting-stampede

No pressure to participate loves, anyone else who wants to join is free to!! 💕

thank you for the tag @invalidstories !

Heads Up, Seven Up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people.

here’s a little something from chapter 12 of Your Average Fangirl :)

A quick glance at the nightstand tells me it's 10:03AM. I stretch my arms above my head before moving to a sitting position, the standard hotel white duvet rustling with every miniscule movement.

I grab my phone off the charging stand and quickly swipe through all of the notifications. After getting back to the hotel last night, we all went to our separate rooms. When Jace didn't follow me as he normally did, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at not talking with him well into the early morning hours.

softly tagging @kyuponstories @kbwritesstuff @romances-not-tragedies @fortunatetragedy @taranorma

@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy @honeybewrites

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Morning Fog: GGTH AU Concept Snippet

Don slowly wakes up days or even weeks after, head so so foggy. Part of him just wants to keep sleeping, his body knowing it needs more rest in order to heal. But there’s a pressure in his chest, some soft alarm bell going off in his head. An instinct is pushing against his plastron trying to make him move because even if he isn’t sure why, he feels like there is something wrong. Something missing. Somethings missing. Sitting up is a slow tedious process, like he’s piloting a massive machine without instructions. The feeling won't go away and soon his body is moving on its own, following instincts that are at once familiar and strange. His snout lifts to sniff the air, mouth opening just enough to taste the scents there. Why was…why did that feel so natural? Has he always done that? Yes…he must’ve…he can’t remember ever questioning it before. His head swivels, slowly taking in as much sensory input as possible as his tongue hangs over the edge of his beak. Soon enough he stops, eyes closed and brow pinched in focus as a smell, a flavor?, finally hits home. It’s warm and comforting and filling. He licks over his beak, a grimace wrinkling his nose in an attempt to take in more of that familiar scent. Oh…wait no actually, scents. More than one. All of them are distant but distinct and they do something to soothe the bells ringing at the back of his mind. His curiosity is peaked and the instinctual push against his plastron only serves to motivate him further. 

Ever so slowly he crawls out of the makeshift nest he had been sleeping in, some of the blankets snag on his shell and drag behind him as he moves. A part of him is annoyed by how they feel against his legs and tail but he can’t focus on that for long. Not when the scents are getting stronger as he crosses the room. His tail flicks against the floor, anxiously? In anticipation? Maybe both.

~Cadoo 🐾

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Hey there Hi there Ho there!

You've stumbled upon the 🐾Claws & Paws Creative Archive! This is a silly little blog co-owned/operated by both: @languajix & @cadoodledoodleydoo We're using this space to explore some fun creative collabs/projects/aus + keep them all organized and off of our primary blogs! Intros for OPs below:

Feel free to call me: Cadoo! (She/Her) My main blog is: @cadoodledoodleydoo

I'm primarily a digital artist but I partake in writing every now and then! ૮ - ﻌ • ა Please ignore any paint puddles, random crayons, or pencil shavings. I'm a free spirit and I refuse to keep my art space clean!! 🎨 🖍 My OP Tags: Art Tag: #Cadoodling Writing Tag: #Cadrabbling Ask Tag: #Ca-ChitChat

Can't wait to chat with ya'll about color coded turtles + the shenanigans they encounter!

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Feel free to call me: Jix! (They/Them) My main blog is: @languajix

I'm a writer! My specialties are fluff, family bonds, and turning angsty situations into hopeful ones.

My OP Tags: Writing Tag: #JixWrites Ask Tag: #JixAnswers Meta Tag: #JixElaborates

Looking forward to tossing around some fun ideas! I love the wonderful cycle of creativity that fuels fandom.

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2K3 TMNT AU: Good Genes & Thick Hides An alternate branch taking place during the Good Genes Arc. The cure worked! Sort of...Donatello is slowly coming back to himself, but after being double mutated, he and his family are struggling with the changes both his body and mind have undergone. Will they be able to adapt and find a new sense of 'normal'? Heads up for: angst, hurt/comfort, minor injury/body horror, dysphoria, sibling shenanigans, teen-life crisis, turtle piles, and a 100% guaranteed happy ending. AU Tag: #ggth!au More tags will be added once specific lore, art, and fic bits are being posted!!

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AU Tag: #sistt!au Writing Tag: #sistt!fic