#hold every memory au

[leisi-lilacdreams]

Don reached for Raph's thread and tugged, and Raph materialized into existence just a few feet away. He raised an arm to offer a greeting hug, giving Donnie the opportunity to accept or refuse the contact, but Donnie leaned away and shook his head.

Shh, Donnie warned him, raising his free hand to place a finger against his lips, then deliberately glanced down. Raph stared at the shape snuggled into the crook of Donnie's arm. Wait- Don- what...?

Meet Dee, Donnie said quietly.

Raph's eyes grew so wide it looked like it hurt, and he reached forward without thinking, stopping before actually touching. 

don't mind me just drawing a scene from 'Cause Your Future's Ready to Shine by @languajix that i loved

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

Introducing the latest snack craze: Nibblings! A turtle uncle's favorite any time treat! Feeling peckish in the astral plane? Then this is the refreshment for you! Coming to your alternate universe right now!

Nibblings may or may not travel with your long lost purple sibling. Uncle Mike is not responsible for any stains, bites, smooches, or exhaustion gained while enjoying your Nibblings.

If you haven't read @languajix's Hold Every Memory saga yet then you're banned from consuming any of Uncle Mike's ™️ products. I don't make the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[languajix]

Baby Steps

A Hold Every Memory short fic courtesy of @belleyellsaboutturtles, who asked about Angie's first steps.

El's first heavy, pattering steps had carried him a foot or two across the floor of the tiny apartment and into Lou's tearful arms.

Lee spent weeks chirping for everyone's attention before trying his own, bursting into dramatic tears every time he fell over, until the day Don was busy reading the manual for their new radio and Lee bumped right into his ankle, chirping and baby-signing for food.

(…Don suspected Lee had been practicing walking for a while right under their noses.)

Dee's first steps had been in the astral plane.

Given how deeply the astral plane affected their physical bodies - a language of proof spoken in bruises, sprains, strains, and scars - Don thought that it counted. Lou was of a different mind.

That was fine, because after a long time of watching, expression flat and eyes curious, Dee had stumbled determinedly towards Don in the astral plane, seeking his quiet co-parent after he tired of his Uncle Mike's antics, but he'd taken one wobbly step towards Lou in the real world a few hours later.

(This was something they could share.)

Angie had been the only one who hadn't rocketed through all the stages, or skipped them somewhat, in his race towards neurological and physical development. From a rocking crawl to an eager scoot, Angie had taken his sweet time all the way up through to cruising. And there he hovered, moving about their bigger lair via tightly curled fingers around every bit of baby-height furniture they had - chair legs, the edge of the couch, Lou's pant leg.

And there he stayed.

For quite a while.

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"Puzzle solving," Don said for Lou's benefit as he held Angie's favorite toy - a soft little duck with chewed-up wings, puffball feet grown ragged with love, and a floppy cowboy hat - just a step out of his reach. "He can't reach this by crawling; he's going to have to take a step."

Angie stared at the toy for a good minute or two, little tail wiggling slowly, and Don's heart fluttered in his chest, feeling like they were so incredibly close to the tipping point…

…Angie sat back down, and reached little grabby hands up, requesting Don deposit the toy in his hands like the good parental figure he was.

"Figures," Don muttered.

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The next time Angie started cruising, he hit a gap. No chairs to hold, no cupboard doors to lean against. How was he going to cross the living room to reach his beloved Papa, who was reaching for him with open arms and a gentle smile?

"That's it, little Orange, you can do it! Just one step, for me. Walk to Papa."

Angie plopped down and scooted himself across the floor, climbing into Lou's arms with pudgy hands and an affectionate nuzzle, and Lou melted, kissing him on the top of his head.

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Don read parenting book after parenting book. Give Angie space, give him encouragement. Challenge him, be careful not to stress him out. Angie was content to confound every attempt, almost as mobile on his hands and knees as Lee had been and otherwise very happy to be picked up and carried wherever he needed to go.

The Uncles got in on it, too, offering what they could in bribery and gentle coaching, but somehow none of that mattered in the face of Angie's stubborn pout and determination to stay rooted to the floor.

"…I wouldn't think," Don began, a quiet little mutter to himself.

Lou looked over to him with both brows raised.

Don took a breath. "I mean, do we know for sure the mutation was consistent for all of them? If- Angie has always been a little behind, in his behavior and all. What if this is as far as his changes take him?"

What if Angie was going to stay like this forever? They'd love him no matter what, of course. Still, it would be good to be sure. Don hesitated to break out the medical equipment unless he had to, but…

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Physically, Angie was fine and still developing as expected, which was both a relief and a frustration. He could walk. He just didn't seem to want to.

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Dee was having a bad night.

Someone in the neighborhood above was having some sort of party, and Don had finally stopped feeling the boosted bass rattle in his chest, all the way to his teeth. He had thought the soundproofing in the tiny lair was good enough, but apparently it was no match for whatever monster machine the local teens had procured or built. The police had undoubtedly paid them a visit, but the damage to Dee's routine and comfort was already done.

Dee sobbed, and Don and Lou struggled to soothe him. The toddler was curled up on the floor, his favorite satin sock in his arms, trembling and red-faced and miserable, screaming when anyone tried to so much as touch him.

"I'm so sorry," Don whispered, close to tears himself.

A firm tug on Don's pant leg urged him to look down, to see their tiniest toddler pulling himself to his feet, wobbling on his little pudgy ankles. "Not now, Ange," he murmured.

Angelo just frowned, uncharacteristically uncheery, and looked over towards Dee.

Don wasn't expecting it, not in that moment, as Angie lifted one foot and set it down, listing a little to the right before balancing himself.

Finger by tiny green finger, he let go of Don's pant leg.

From across the room, Lou inhaled sharply. They both watched as Angie slowly, but purposefully, toddled the couple of steps over to Dee. It was there that he finally lost his balance, and both of them dived to pull Angie away before he could land on Dee and make things worse, but the moment Angie's weight settled abruptly across Dee's body, Dee stopped crying, and both adults froze. It took a minute, but his hiccuping breaths evened out. He started scratching his little claws lightly against the floor in a familiar self-soothing gesture.

From on top of him, Angie started quietly rumbling: a high-pitched, reassuring purr, rolling from his plastron and out through his teeth as he grinned happily.

Lou and Don held still, crouched over their children, barely daring to breathe.

The lair was quiet.

Lou waved his hands in the air, silently, conveying his excitement with wide eyes and splayed fingers, gesturing towards Dee, towards Angie, towards Don's pant leg. !!!!

It figured, Don thought, that Angie's first steps weren't for himself, or for any of his uncles or parental figures, but for a brother.

[justalittleobsessed]

The Wedding of the Cat-ury: A Purr-fect Union of Klunk Hamato and Klunk Splinterson

Mikey @justalittleobsessed from Cabin 15 and Mike @languajix from Cabin 14's Klunks are getting married! We're not kitten.

They're sure this will be a wedding to remember fur-ever!

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This was it, the wedding of the cat-ury. Today, two cats were coming together in holy matrimony. It would be a beautiful sight, something no one would ever forget. After all, it wasn’t everyday that two cats got married. That didn’t stop the excitement of the event– having been the talk of the camp. Robotic doves had been flying around with wonderfully crafted invitations throughout the past week advertising the union of cats from two cabins, and now the day had finally come.

The whole beach was decorated with great care and detail: no expense spared. Rows and rows of chairs were lined on either side of a long, orange carpet that led up to an altar. The chairs all had large orange bows on them, with each seat having a bag of cat treats on it.

A large arch ran over the altar, decorated with orange flowers and various orange cat toys, and hung around the beach were fairy lights that twinkle.

As the guests file in they can take in the beauty of the setup, and… maybe the over-the-top decorations for a little cat wedding. Whatever. The people who were putting on this wedding must be serious about the event. And who was anyone to ruin such a joyful occasion?

Overhead speakers are hooked up, playing what sounds like a cat cover to “Marry You” by Bruno Mars on repeat. It can only be described as utterly romantic, of course.

Among the guests to arrive were the the Reptile Conundrum boys @fairydragon, Last of Us AU Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and April @thehermitwitch, as well as a very confused Reni @likablemuffin to be witnesses to the event.

Some guests bring presents too: 7 Wonders Mikey and Don @hitwiththetmnt and RTOT April and Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo eagerly bring gifts– something of which the Klunks will be sure to be most appreciative of.

Once the last of the guests file in the music dies down, the beach going silent as everyone holds their breath. Suddenly, Greyscale Mikey @broken-slime-boi and Smokey @belleyells walk down the aisle throwing out orange flower petals from baskets, before going to seats in the first row, waiting for the main event.

Soon after a wedding song starts playing (also a cat cover) over the speakers.

There’s some shuffling, and then everyone turns towards the back of the aisle. There, a one-armed turtle in a big orange dress sets down a cat – presumably one of the Klunks – who’s in a wedding dress. He appears to be crying. Pulling out a laser pointer, he slowly leads his cat up to the altar, picking the cat back up when he gets there. Again everyone turns their attention to the back of the aisle, where the other Klunk in a similar wedding dress is being set down by a turtle in an orange tux with a green tie. This cat is also led up to the altar with a laser pointer and picked up like its counterpart.

It’s then that a large turtle steps up behind them with a bowtie on – Don @clawsandpaws-creativearchive from Cabin 15 – looking ready to officiate the wedding. Don clears his throat, and everyone turns to face him. “Rrrrr. Click. Snort.” He says in turtle speak, and Smokey stands up, addressing the crowd. “Hey says that Mike and Mikey will hold their Klunks for the wedding, so they don’t kiss too early.” Then sits back down. Don did not, in fact, say that. Most at the wedding don’t know turtle speak, though. Both Mike and Mikey hold their Klunks a little closer– Mike’s Klunk pawing at his dress and Mikey’s making little mewing sounds which he attempts to shush with little success and then just gives up in favor of giving her kisses.

Don starts speaking again, all in turtle speak. Almost immediately Mike starts to sob, to which Mikey hands him over a handkerchief seemingly ready for this very moment. The Maid of Honor dabs at his eyes then blows into the cloth dramatically, then repeating the process. At the same time the Best Man fans at his eyes to keep the tears out, loudly crying: “My baby! Oh my baby is getting married!” as well as various incoherent sounds.

Both Mike and Mikey seem inconsolable. The Klunks look on curiously in their wedding dresses at their owners.

As the speech goes on the dramatics increase: at one point Mike drops to his knees, sobbing harder, and Mikey yells: “This is the end of an era!” while shaking his head and starting to sob as well. Don keeps on speaking as if nothing is the matter.

(Anyone who does know turtle speak throughout this speech would know that Don only says “Meow” in various tones that make them sound like different words. It’s fairly impressive. Most people still do not understand.)

“Click. Snort. Click.” Don ends with. Smokey stands back up, once again addressing the audience as both Mike and Mikey seem to pull themselves together. “He says ‘You may now lick the bride.’”

Mike and Mikey take their Klunks and smash their faces together. The cats seem unsure about the matter, pawing at each other until they’re pulled away. “Klunks Hamato-Splinterson everyone!” Smokey announces, and both Michelangelos hold their cats up to the crowd, followed by uproarious cheers.

The two run down the aisle, while the guests continue to cheer, showing their cats in their little wedding dresses as they go past. Eventually they run off and away, leaving everyone else. As they all start to leave, a sign points towards the other side of the beach:

😻❤️Reception this way!❤️😻

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The reception is every bit as cheerful and bright as the wedding had been. Everything was decorated in orange again – orange flower centerpieces on tables with orange tablecloths, a dance floor that was orange and green, and ribbons tied around random items with orange ribbons on them.

Once the guests had found their seats and had started eating (a variety of orange foods and drinks, of course), Mike and Mikey called everyone’s attention.

They sat on a raised platform with their own table– their Klunks in-between them and playing with cat toys in a little pen for all to see. Mikey taps his knife on his “champagne” glass, standing up along with Mike as the attention is diverted to them.

“As Best Man,” He points to himself and his very fashionable outfit, “And as Maid of Honor,” He gestures to Mike, who does a little twirl in his dress, “We have a few words we’d like to say.” One of the Klunks below hacks up a hairball in the momentary silence. Mike and Mikey don’t seem to be too concerned on the matter. “Ever since the day I gave birth to me dear Klunk–”

Mike shakes his head. “–you did not–”

“–from my own body, I knew the day may come that she would finally decide to leave the nest.” Mikey sniffles, pulling out a handkerchief from his other pocket this time to dab at his own eyes. “She was always such an independent girl, but I had hoped I could keep her close for awhile longer, ya know? But then… then Klunk met Klunk.”

Mikey scratches behind the ears of the cats as Mike continues on, “We both saw how they clicked. It was obvious from the beginning there was something special there. Not only did they start to find happiness with each other, but I was able to find my long lost twin.”

“It’s crazy how that works, isn’t it?” Mikey picks back up, Mike nodding in agreement. “Not only did they come together, but they brought us together too. I couldn't be happier to call Mike my twin-in-law.”

"It only seemed right, that the most adorable, most gentle, most-" Mike sobs, picking up where he left off in the wedding "Special little girl in the whole wide world would find an almost as adorable, gentle, and special girl to get cat married to." 

"Now hold on-"

Mike nudged Mikey with a grin, both of them smiling. “Now here we are, two months later. Mikey, I couldn’t be happier to call you my twin-in-law either. To all the days to come…” Mike holds up his glass.

“…and to all the memories we’ll make!” Mikey adds. “Cheers to Klunks Hamato-Splinterson!” They both finish at the end, taking long sips from glasses as everyone around them also shows their joy.

A few minutes later both Klunks are brought to the dancefloor, which soon gains a crowd around it for the married couple’s first dance. Setting them in the middle of the floor, both the Maid of Honor and the Best Man pull out cat toys as music starts to play.

With the start of the song, both boys move the cat toys around to the beat, making their cats follow in a slow dance. Although at first not clear, it’s easy to hear now that it is another cat cover to a song. As cats sing “Lover” by Taylor Swift, the kitties move around each other, although soon seem to forget the toys in lieu of playing with the other.

Soon enough everyone is invited to the dance floor, where a variety of cat cover songs plays well into the night.

“Thank you for coming!” Mike waves as everyone leaves, holding up his Klunk one last time.

Mikey does the same, although it's more clear on his Klunk how her dress is askew and a little tattered in some places from the newlyweds playing and dancing with each other. “And don't forget to thank all of our amazing counselors for footing the bill and offering to do clean up! This wouldn't have been possible without you!”

This truly has been a joyous occasion, and we thank everyone who came (and miss the ones who couldn't)!

Congratulations to the happy couple!

[itzzaira]

Fashion time! Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

"Hello again!!" Michelangelo waved as soon as they came across their counterpart- the cat in the bowl he was holding let out a happy meow too. He, Mikey and Icecream Kitty had been walking around in matching panda hoodies- they were comfy, leave him alone- searching for something to dress Kitty in when Mikey appeared.

"Babies!" Mikey immediately squealed, and waved. Ah. Right. Raph had told him about the babies Mike had been carrying. Aww. Though the costume Mike was wearing quickly caught his attention- a smile growing on his face once the oldest one explained.

"I have a whole story on the Dashing Spark if that's anything?"

"Who?" Mikey looked at him. Michelangelo shrugged.

"A hero I made... along with his sidekick." He grinned, and held out the bowl. Icecream Kitty meowed, holding up her paws and striking a pose. "Only the bestest sidekick ever! The name is a work in progress."

"Hmmm..." Mikey thought. "...We always used to play superhero when little, but that was just Lou Jitsu. Uhh... the villain was original though! But that was Donnie's evil scientist guy."

"We can make you a character!" Michelangelo declared, Kitty echoing his sentiment. Mikey grinned.

"I want a cape."

"You can have a cape."

"Mikey?" Both turtles looked behind them when they heard Leonardo call- huh. He seemed to be wearing some sort of blue kimono. It suited him. Though Leonardo looked lost. "Have you seen mini-me, he disappeared- oh. Hello Mike." He waved.

"Leo ran off to the costume section."

Leonardo shuddered. Ah. Great. The slider would have more stuff for him to try. Wonderful. "...So I need to hide again."

"You can hang out with us!" Michelangelo invited him. Mikey giggled, looking between them.

"Other me- us. Uhm." He looked confused, before shrugging. "Is making a comic."

"That sounds nice." Leonardo stepped towards them, and booped Kitty's nose. She purred. "About...?"

"Super cool characters!" His brother said. "Turtle Titan? He's one of the most amazing bestest coolest ever to exist superhero-"

As soon as the word 'superhero' came out of Michelangelo's mouth, something in Leonardo seemed to change. He cut him off, immediately smiling oh-so-bright with a goofy smile, eyes sparkling as he squealed.

"SUPERHEROES?!"

"..."

Shocked, the others stared.

Leonardo seemed to realize- his smile fell, and he cleared his throat, suddenly his usual calm again. He.... hadn't meant to get so excited.

"I mean. Uhm." He turned red, looking away.

...

He turned around, and left.

Both Mikey and Michelangelo burst out laughing, his brother immediately calling after him. "Leo, no!" Michelangelo snickered, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "Dude, its okay- Come back!"

He had forgotten his older brother loved heroes even more then he did.

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[clawsandpaws-creativearchive]

2 creatures enjoying a soft little moment. @languajix's little HEM Baby!Dee is a pistol and got tuckered out.

~ Cadoo 🐾

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

“Villain persona? I am the villain. However, a little cosplay never hurt anyone.”

“So I'll do anything! I don't care if I hurt anyone. It doesn’t pay to be a good kid. A good son.”

@phoebepheebsphibs

Reference for edit/trace under read more!

[whattraintracks]

I see Raph having pyrokinesis lol because fire powers is awesome. But your idea is way angstier

Oh gosh, I cracked up so hard when I got this. Thank you.

Yeah, fire powers are sick! And I'd be lying if I said they didn't cross my mind for Raph. Pyrokinesis works so well for him as this easily agitated, powerful ability that demands so much give and take. It captures the balance he strives for as someone who loves to fight but deeply fears he will hurt his loved ones. Fire warms, guides, and protects; these are such important Raphael traits. In HEM, it's Don "thinking hard about the way he always felt safe and comforted by Raph's presence" but also knowing that smothering Raph's anger means smothering himself and reassuring him that "You're always at least a little bit pissed off, and that's okay." I truly love how @languajix portrays Raph, and these are their quotes from 'Cause Your Future's Ready to Shine and Don't Hold Back (Just Shout it Out), respectively. So, yes! I agree! Pyrokinesis fits Raph incredibly well. If you're interested, here are a couple of reasons why I chose psychometry over pyrokinesis for HEM Raph.

One, Jix's idea that mystic specialties are a consequence of one's environment and state of mind rather than intrinsic qualities really stood out. This made a lot of sense for Raph, whose surroundings and mind are often volatile. Plus, it's a fun connection between the brains and brawn duo! While Don's and Raph's specialties are situational developments, not exclusively linked to their talents or personalities, I do like the idea of Leo's and Mike's developing internally, connecting to their innate mystic potential and essence of being, if you will. Leo because of his spiritual discipline and Mike for reasons that I'm still trying to put in order. I have quite a few thoughts stewing for Mike's specialty. Hopefully, I'll get that out in the next few days!

Two, I also wanted to switch it up a little. Since I feel strongly about Leo having an elemental power, I didn't want to give the other three elemental abilities, too. Not that there's anything wrong with more than one of them having elemental abilities, and fire powers are, as you say, awesome and should be doled out to characters just for funsies.

Psychometry has a lot of angst potential, and so does Raph, so the combination was naturally an angst overload. Would you believe me if I said I didn't set out to write angst, though? I was listening to "Love Power" by Idina Menzel and thinking about how much Raph embodies love and the love stored in memories, which led to JFO and echoes, and it all fell into place. But it still didn't seem as set in stone right to me as something like pyrokinesis, so I had to do some writing and review HEM to work through it. To the surprise of no one, the results turned out pretty angsty. Even still, I believe Raph would come to cherish the echoes more than anything once he overcame his knee-jerk frustration about having a "useless" ability. Psychometric Raph feels to me a little like this line in HEM: "Handing Dee to Raph felt like handing Raph his beating, breathing heart. There would never be a safer place, in Donnie's opinion." It comes back to where I started because if love is stored in memories and memories are stored in objects, then with this ability, Raph gets to be the keeper of all that love.

All this is to say, there are infinite possibilities for the mystic abilities Raph, Leo, and Mike could develop, and it's a lot of fun to explore some of them.

Thanks for stopping by! And thanks again to Jix! For writing such a thought-provoking and beautiful story and extending the invitation that kickstarted this whole thing.

[theawesomeninja-xd]

Fashion time! Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

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Rafa looks away, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"Well, kinda? It's really just something silly my brothers came up with, where we all have a miraculous. I don't know if you even know what that is. It's from a show which really, isn't even a good one. But uh...yeah. They're bracelets because that was the easiest thing to do. And we just...just drew ourselves with the weapons? It's kinda silly but uh...that's the closest thing to a hero persona we have? It's not like anything like this has or could happen so...do with that what you will."

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[allyssl]

Fashion time! Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

Donnie smirked beneath their helmet. This was gonna be fun if this was the 'Mike with the bitty usses' Angelo would occasionally talk about.

"So you're the turtle I've heard so much about. Gotta say, amazing little ankle biters. The Council of the Lake will see you very soon. When Nardo actually decides on an outfit, they muttered fondly."

[silver-fire-wolf-pokemon-lover]

Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s) look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

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"Uh yes! Holy shit yes!" MH!Leo beamed his tail thumping on the ground. "My brothers and I actually have both because we would rotate who played hero and villains often when we did gsmes like that!"

"But! We perfer our herosonas of course but if you need villains we could supply both just ecase you dont get many villainsona offers." MH!Donnie added his tail wagging behind him enough. The two then began to ramble about their and their brothers two sona going into description of their powers (which of course were similar or the exact same as their own with some other flair tossed in) personalities and even MH!Donnie showing off sketches their mikey made for both sets of sonas outfits.

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[languajix]

Oh wow!! This is lovely!!

The microchips design is brilliant! And beautiful, too. And the threads coming out from his chest! And the space around him all lit up like a galaxy. Just. All of it. It's so wonderful.

did a quick little doodle for an AU fic based on Amevello's Ghost in the Shell story

Hold Every Memory As You Go by @languajix

i made up the markings but they're supposed to invoke microchips

[cadoodledoodleydoo]

Attack on Turtle- Posting once again at wild hours because @languajix requested I draw Mike from their Hold Every Memory fic series on AO3!!!

It's a wonderfully done alt. branch of Ghost in the Shell and ya'll should be obsessing over both like I am!! I suggested tossing in the Rise Turtle Tots cause we're both suckers for fluff~!! I'm so normal about them it's fine!!!

[languajix]

Hold Every Memory Masterpost

A series of stories taking place within the Hold Every Memory AU, a fan spinoff of Ghost in the Shell by Amevello Blue.

A 16-year-old 2k3 Donatello ends up in the past in the Rise universe. About a decade after his arrival, he faces certain death in the Battle Nexus, only to be saved by a spontaneous mystic connection to his faraway brothers. In this AU, Donnie is able to hold on to that connection and keep it from breaking. Donnie may not have his family with him, physically, but he can reach out to them mentally, and that makes all the difference. On both sides.

I will be updating this as we go, but for now:

Hold Every Memory - the original oneshot.

I'll Carry You Home (No, You're Not Alone) - Michelangelo and Donatello, meeting in the middle after a decade apart.

Don't Hold Back (Just Shout it Out) - Raphael and Donatello, and the shadow of the Battle Nexus between them.

'Cause Your Future's Ready to Shine - The kidfic! Donatello's brothers meet the Rise kids, in the space between.

Upcoming installments in the works: Lou-centric oneshot, Leo-centric oneshot (if I can wrangle it into submission,) a Rise kids-centric oneshot. Probably more. This thing keeps growing every time I turn around.

My tags on this blog:

#Hold Every Memory AU

My tag for discussing anything from as yet unpublished installments or posting WIP snippets is: #Hold Every Memory unpublished

I genuinely, wholeheartedly, overwhelmingly appreciate every single piece of art this AU inspires, and collect them in: #Hold Every Memory art

If HEM is ever in an event/poll/etc, I'll be tagging: #HEM event tag.

Inspired by some asks I've received, I've been exploring some ideas/concepts that likely will not make it into the main storyline - but may become their own AU(s) or side stories. I'm using #Hold Every Memory Branches to distinguish these posts.

[justalittleobsessed]

Mike is looking for supporting characters in his superhero comic book! What would your character(s)look like as superheroes? Or would they be supervillain(s)?

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Mikey sighed, relieved. He was glad that the trouble with the Raphs had started to die down as their beach days came to a close. He had heard stories, and to think that two Raphaels were going around and causing such trouble... crazy.

I mean, who would do that to others? I'm glad I avoided them. Now that I think about it, me and Mike seem to be the only ones spared.

...huh.

But... now. Now they were going to have a fashion show, and he had never been more excited. His dreams were coming true. He could be the fashionista he always knew he could be.

He was getting ready to plan and then start his fashion career when a voice spoke up behind him. Mikey knew who that was immediately. Laughing, he turned around to face his twin, who was holding a notebook in his hand. His excitement seemed to match Mikey's. Oh yeah, he's got something planned. He knew that look on his twin's face. Whatever Mike was thinking, he knew it was gonna be good.

Mike started talking, and when he started talking Mikey's excitement ramped up about a 1000% percent. Superheroes? Awh hell yeah!

"Are you asking me for a superhero team-up, Mike? Do I finally get to meet Turtle Titan, the greatest hero to ever exist? Dude, I am so down. I sense the beginnings of an epic superhero duo."

He stopped, thinking. Becoming a superhero was all he had ever dreamed of. With his twin? They'd be unstoppable. "Give me a name, dress me up. Mike, let's make me a superhero. Then? Then we expand. I'm thinking fashion boutique. I'm thinking Incredibles. I'm thinking Edna. I have a vision, Mike. A vision." He frames his hands, looking at Mike through them. "Superhero duo. Superhero business. Thwarting the villains and having an awesome side hustle. What do ya think?"

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[itzzaira]

Turtle Titan Sr. and Turtle Titan Jr. have heard the complaints about Rapahels running around causing trouble during the beach event! Mike (Cabin 14) and Mikey (Cabin 15) are so glad these heroes are stepping in to not allow anything like this to happen during fashion week! They truly are the heroes of this camp.

Characters by @justalittleobsessed and @languajix

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"..." Leonardo was staring at them with sparkling eyes, not even realizing his tail had started wagging in his excitement.

Leo- who was wearing a blue scarf, blue pants and red gloves (his outfit looked suspiciously familiar....) snickered. "You mean the guys who did the prank with the shell on the beach?"

"Prank?" Donnie asked, wearing... a lot of purple. Leo nodded, giggling. With his head, he pointed at his counterpart.

"He listened to that shell for 15 minutes. Only reason he left was because I dragged him away."

"I thought it was about the turtle tank..."

"How on earth would your turtle tank even end up here-?"

"I could try and track them for you, if that's of any help?" The soft shell already pulled up his gauntlet. "Though I'm pretty sure Raph was hanging out with one of them at the beach... Raph!" He called, turning around. Both Raph and Donatello were admiring their reflections in the mirror- both wearing some sort of kimono's in their signature colors. The genius being quiet, letting his hands over the fabric, while Raph was grinning from ear to ear. At his brother's call, he looked up.

"Yeah?!"

"Didn't you meet that version of yourself at the beach?"

"Which one?" The snapper walked over, waving at the two heroes. Ah. Those must be the guy's the Mikey's had been gushing over. "Raph met a lot of him's."

"The small one- you said you played Marco Polo with him?" At that, Raph's face lit up, smiling and tail wagging again. Accidentally hitting Leonardo's legs.

"He was fun!"

"What- no, these guys say they were causing trouble-"

"He was lots of fun." He repeated. Raph side-eyed the twins. "He at least stayed above water. He was very good at the game too..." he frowned. He had been so sure he was had been as stealthy as the stealthiest ninja ever. Yet the guy kept finding him! Truly a mystery.

"We tried playing Marco Polo with you- you didn't want to!" Donnie grumbled.

"Because you kept biting my ankles!"

"Not my fault your feet looked like fish!"

"What does that even mean?!"

Leo looked unimpressed as the two started arguing- seriously? Oh well. At least they were returning to normal. He rolled his eyes, turned to Leonardo with a grin, about to make fun of him again- but paused when he saw the starstruck look on his face. More specifically, who he was looking at.

...Ah, right. Michelangelo said the guy was obsessed with superheroes. "You know you can ask them to take a picture?"

"What-?" At that, the oldest snapped out of it, quickly shaking his head and holding up his hands. "No, no- pft, what-? No, I don't- they're not that cool-" he panicked. "Not that you aren't cool you're awesome and amazing and- uhm-"

Oh my god this guy was a terrible liar. "Leo, it's okay."

"Wouldn’t wanna bother-" he smiled way too brightly, trying to step back. "Was awesome meeting you, I- uhm, hope you find-"

"Fine. Then I want a picture." Leonardo yelped when Leo dragged him back, throwing an arm around his neck. "And I want you in said picture. Can we take a picture?" He looked up at the two mighty heroes. "It's okay if not- you guys must be busy. But tell them their prank was genius?" He snickered.

"Tell mini-me hi for me!" Raph smiled, and waved. Apparently not understanding that they were supposed to be in trouble.

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