#internet hamato

[tangledinink]

interdimensional fankid playdate...? 👀 @beannary @star-sparkler

(they're having a playdate, too.)

[beannary]

People were wondering how Splinter reacted to learning about Donnie's accidental science clone baby and so here we go!

(sequel to this comic)

also have some bonus older internet doodles

she is Silly!!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bambiraptorx]

nobody tell him there's actually been a total of 21 moon landings (manned and unmanned) he would have an aneurysm

[leonardoskatanaswords]

INTRO:

Hi! Name’s Leo. Welcome to my humble abode!

I am a music lover and book lover🎶📚

On this blog, I will be posting my collection of anything music related (kpop albums, vinyls, cds), and books (comics, novels, zines, graphic novels)!

I do enjoy animation as well, and my main interest is TMNT. I’m a ATINY and ONEDOOR for you kpop fans out there

instagram art account: Teri.reads.books Tiktok random account: Leonardoskatanaswords

MASTERPOST:

Leon’s first record

See you soon, stay weird! <3

[bhellion]

AN INTERNET NEWSPAPER

Internet: Sunday Morning, November 11, 2024—One Page

Night Owl Edition—02:30 O’clock

[imagionationstation]

“The pain is just in my mind. It’s just an excuse.”

Me: HA! YAS!

The fandom: NO WHAT?!

Me: …Is… Is this one of those days where it turns out we were watching the same show but came to rapidly different conclusions…?

Leo is such a DORK sometimes 💙💙💙

You can tell from these ALONE that he lives off tv heroes/comics

Leo, I love and adore you, but genuinely, wtf are you even talking about sometimes

[indieyuugure]

The 2012 Hamato Clan in their 20s

I got this idea from someone on discord. I thought it was so cool I had to give it a try!

Now that his brothers are less likely to accidentally kill themselves and Earth is at peace, Leo’s enjoying not being the parent for once, though he often still slips into his role as head of the family and mediator of chaos. He’s kinda given up on love and as accepted is role as “Cool, but also very dorky uncle.” I imagine he’s a lot like Iroh.

Raph has gone full Dad. Mona help’s him raise Chompy and I’d imagine that they adopted more weird alien/mutant kids as time goes on. Him and Leo still spar all the time to stay fit and go on crime busting adventures together with Casey. Raph travels back and forth between Earth and Salamandria every year so Mona can visit her family, and so Mona can show him her home.

Donnie has leaned into his “mad scientist” persona and has used the internet to release he’s discoveries about mutagen, the Kraang, the Triceratons, and everything else. He teaches science online for extra cash and builds his wildest dreams into existence. He too has kind of given up on love, being burned out by his self inflicted drama with April. Though little does he know one of his female students has a crush on him (even though she’s never seen his face) and is attempting to track him down.

Mikey hasn’t grown up, and never will. He still skateboards in the lair, and plays Mazes and Mutants with Ice Cream Kitty. Donnie introduced him to online gaming and he loves it. He’s got a team of other gamer friends (including Mondo Gecko) who he talks/plays with almost every night. He’s still to this day trying to convince everyone that Pizza Milkshake isn’t that bad even though Murakami-San told him that “some things are just not meant to be.”

April has gone to college to be a bioengineer as a pursuit of her passions in science. Casey plays for the professional hockey team that plays at April’s college. He was offered more money on a different team, but he would’ve had to move out of New York, so he stayed and after a few months, proposed to April. She said yes.

Karai is still the leader of the Foot Clan alongside her best friend Shinnigami. She hangs out with the Hamato clan all the time, usually coming over for dinner. Every six months, however she has to go back to Tokyo to manage the Foot Clan in Japan. Everyone is always happy when she finally comes back and they throw a party.

Splinter is smiling upon them.

[st4rsinthenight]

Hello, stranger on the internet

I really enjoyed reading the headcanons you wrote about the turtles finding a borrower and I was wondering if you could write one for Leo (/nf)

★gasps. erh. hypervanlites werh. fumking di. fucking supernovaes - supernovaes /pos !!

werhhh wha. what now- oh headcanon. g/t headcanon time, yippie★

— rise!leonardo hamato finding a borrower / tiny !!

!! — contents: giant/tiny, borrower/t!character, g!leonardo, non-con touching (brief, non-sexual), headcanons, repetitive words / phrases, occ stuff ( maybeee.. =\\ )

✧ — pre-meeting

★ — First off, this dude. this dude will suspense that something is going in the lair after noticing that his brothers stuff have been recently going missing and such. Maybe at first, he didn't think much of it. Maybe he just believed that his brothers are just misplacing their stuff and just teased them 'bout it for a while. This could lead to his brothers accusing the red eared slider for stealing their stuff as a way to fuck with them- in which Leonardo denies everything, being a bit dramatic about it as well..

★ — That is though, until his stuff- or parts of them at least, begun mysteriously disappearing and getting misplaced. Y'know, parts of his comics being ripped off- action figures being knocked over or a little shuffled to the side. Stuff like that.

★ — At first, he'll accuse his brothers of taking and damaging his items as a form of 'revenge', but just like him- they all may be very fumkin confused as to what he is talking about. While he is skeptical about idea of anyone else snatching his equipment, other than his brothers that is, he can't help but shimmer that 'oh, something is wrong'.

★ — And from there, he'll start getting more observant with his surroundings. Listening in for any odd sounds or looking around sharply to find out what or- in the worst case scenario- who is messing around in the lair. And during that period of time, he'll pick up on shuffling noises, notice odd messes and prints on counter tops- heck even see the running silhouette of a little.. something, from the corner of his eye.

★ — The logical part of him says that it's just a rat that found it self in the lair, but rats don't tear paper - or leave behind.. tiny- human like hand prints ?? Yea, that pretty much sums it up. Something is in the lair.

★— Also insert a scene where Leo shares his suspicions and conspiracies about something living with them in the lair with his fam, and they all think he's either lost it, messing with them, or that he is not getting enough sleep just to make the next part make sense or something somethin - explodes.

✧ — meeting

★ — Upon finding the borrower, erm. A mixed bag of emotions honestly. While he may triumph and feel all smug about being proven right about another presence being in the lair, he is also baffled about their existence. Like, a tiny human, yokai- whatever in the lair ?? wowza. That's erhh.. a bit weird to think about, yet also a little cool ?? Yet the, fact that this little creature has stolen from his family- from him, gets him to come off as a little petty towards the borrower.

★ — So yea, I'm stuck in between of whether Leo would be salty towards them, holding a grudge about them stealing. while being stealthy with his approach as to catch them off guard, or get all smug and be obnoxious about being on the right.

★ — I like to think that he would greet the borrower with a little remark, a teasing one as he looks down at them with a small, shit-eating grin. However, I don't doubt that he would be curious about them- and honestly a little impressed by them. They've been living in the lair with five ninja-mutants for- how long ?? And they just now got noticed ?? Respecttt.. kinda.

★ — Would definitely portal them right in front of him if they try to run away, not being very mindful to the borrower's rather vulnerable form. No, he'll just make a portal appear- let them fall through and watch as they plop back onto the counter top. He would also prop them up by their arm or something, and again, he may not be as gentle as he should with them, either because he doesn't realise it or because he just wants to mess with- or to just get back at them for stealing from him.

★ — That would also be followed by a small series of questions- like an interrogation, an almost condescending one at that. He would blame them for his fam's missing equivalent, and address the fact that due to their thieving antics, he was accused for theft by his own brothers !! Yea, he would be all dramatic and salty about it, which could either be comical, or intimidating to the little borrower.

★ — Though, in spite of his salty, almost obnoxious behaviour towards them- he would get a bit more curious about them after learning that them 'thieving', is actually the only way for them to survive.

★ — He may feel further impressed by their commitment and struggle they have to go through to get access to basic everyday material- even if it's limited. And while part of him just wants to present his victory in the whole 'someone-is-in-the-lair: dilemma, to rub it in his bros faces, the borrower's hushed and rather- afraid look on their face is convincing him otherwise. Plus, he would then have to live with the responsibility of potentially scarring this little guy sooo..

★ — Still, Leonardo isn't one to let go of grudges easily- and though the little thing has earned some of his respect (as well as amazement), he still takes the liberty to toy and mess with them- making up little nicknames for them such as 'little kleptomaniac', giving them little prods here and there, making a few height-difference puns when they are around. erh yea. stuff like that.

[adhdvsautismbracket]

ADHD/Autism Duos: The Semi-Finals

Neurodivergent Creatures VS Rise of the TMNT

Only your vote can determine the Ultimate ADHD vs Autism Duo. Choose wisely.

[Image ID: Image with a dark red background that is split in half by a small VS symbol in the centre. On the left of the image are BTW Creature and TBH Creature, which are MS Paint drawings of white blob-like creatures with big black eyes. On the right are Michelangelo Hamato and Donatello Hamato, a pair of anthropomorphic cartoon turtles from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. End ID.]

[deadtiredghost]

NOW WE CAN COMPLETE THE SET!

superhero donatello having electric powers is perfect with his tech and all, but in Reality Check, season 3 ep 19 of 2003, we get this character in orange - cause lightning and all i get it. but there is so much blue lightning in anime that we could have definately had a purple super suit for donnie. just saying.

i think they wanted us to be puzzled over who was who in that universe - if they were anything similar to the turtles we know and love - but with their voice actors the same it was pretty obvious to moi.

i like the idea of that Donnie's suit maybe being made or designed by the Mikey of that universe, hence the orange, but i also like the idea that purple is Donnie's colour and that trancends the universes.

outfit like so:

[sophiacloud28]

*pokes head into your inbox and waves*

Howdy Hon!

Last night was kind of an adventure wasn’t it, and I hope that you’re doing ok. I wish I had words that could make this better, but all that’s coming to mind is an internet bear hug and the words of my all time favorite redhead “There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”

Thanks for being someone who fights for the good and is a light while doing it 😊🧡🫂

Speaking of words, I was also wondering if I might try my hand at a request? I was thinking specifically for Rise Raph or Leo but I’m always down for artistic free rein so do where ever the creativity flows.

But AnYhOo, I was wondering how the boys would respond to a friend who was confident in their love language of words of affirmation? Like without thinking, drops the most heartfelt and specific compliments or “I’m grateful I have you in my life” kind of stuff at the drop of a hat? I think it would be funny since unfortunately the boys are very under appreciated verbally to meet someone who was fully confident in their ability to affirm people with their words and mean it.

Does that make any sense?😅 If you can’t tell I ramble a bit, but all I want to do is tell my boys why I believe in them, help them see all the good they do, and be their biggest supporter. They deserve nothing but goodness and overwhelming love and by golly, I will give it to them any way I can or my name isn’t aggressive affection 😆👊🏼🧡

Sooooo uh yeah…thank you for your time and no pressure if this request doesn’t float your boat. Keep being fabulous ✨🧡

I have come back to edit this and take out my political statement with respect to those who do not wish to associate. I apologize if I came off as too strong and or too hurtful. It was not my intention. I will also kindly request those who have reblogged to reblog the new one instead.

I was wondering how to go about this request and I think this might be better as a headcanon segment. If someone would like me to elaborate on any of them later on or provide proof as to what I'm advancing, you are more than welcome to ask, but for now, here goes nothing. Warning, I'm going to go about this in a weird order, but it'll make sense after they're all there.

So! First things first!

How the Rise Boys Would React to Words of Affirmation.

Michelangelo Hamato

As someone who dishes out compliments himself, Mikey would be the one to blink at you, chuckle, and blush a little, at least if it was something concerning him directly, like saying you're grateful he exists or his artwork since it isn't something he gets this often for. His cooking and clothing choices though would get parading and maybe a little peacocking because of his genuine confidence in those skills, you would need to push a little harder to get him silent and shy.

Either way, expect him to bounce back and throw some compliments your way real quick. Why? 'Cause it's his love language as well! Hell, expect him to turn it into a competition because he will not be outdone. No sir. And if you end up looking like a tomato by the end of it? Well... you started it, didn't you?

Donatello Hamato

Hope he doesn't have anything in his hands or it will be dropped. Doesn't matter where the words go with his boy, if he so much as recognizes the honesty, and he will, he will go silent and stare at you like you've grown another head. Not because you've hurt him, but because he doesn't understand. Spontaneity and genuineness, at least when it comes to words, is Mikey's thing. You are a stranger to his family and you're not only complimenting him but being genuine about it? Does not compute.

He will adapt, though, and at first, he might ask about what you think of his work. It'll be cautious and he will absolutely downplay it, but he will start fishing for compliments while enjoying your presence. And if you show interest in any of his special interests? Consider yourself his best friend. He will bug you at impossible hours before waiting for you to wake up so you can both talk.

Raphael Hamato

The big guy, the oldest, the one who had to raise this merry band of idiots. I don't think he would drop anything, but he would blink at you and look behind himself several times before he even acknowledges that you're talking to him. From there, expect him to blush and hesitate. He's not used to compliments, poor guy, and even less when they're spoken with honesty and kindness.

Surprisingly, though, I think it would calm him. Reassure him. He doesn't hear often or from anyone that he's doing or has done a great job, so, for a moment, it would silence his brain. He wouldn't bug you as often as Donnie would, but if ever he had a big decision to make, he might either ask for input or just want to make sure he took the right one.

Leonardo Hamato

... Eugh, boy. Where do I start with this guy? With the Face Man, the one who's used to lying, the one who nearly took out the planet on accident because he wanted to show off his skill? The initial reaction would be a simple one, use your words and embellish them. Make them more grandiose. Build himself up as high as possible. If it makes you laugh? Great! If it upsets you? Well, you're the one who said something so you only have yourself to blame.

Eventually, though, he would fall quiet. He would listen and ask you if you mean it. Saying you do will get you more silence and little else. He might even walk away. Why? He's waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's waiting for you to get angry at him. Change your mind. Everyone does. So why wouldn't you?

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[beannary]

did anyone order more INTERNET HAMATO?????

[bambiraptorx]

Yo I finally got around to finishing this beast of a post

So, a couple notes on this: Draxum doesn't start out by immediately training the turtles to use their mystic powers for fighting. It would be like trying to teach someone to drive a racecar at 200mph before they can tell the brake and gas pedals apart: in other words, immensely counterproductive. Yes, his eventual goal is to create soldiers, but he's willing to take his time getting there.

Draxum and Donnie:

Obviously these two connected the fastest right away, partly because Draxum is genuinely interested in Donnie's tech and because he has a lot more of the technical knowledge required to understand how Donnie explains his tech (at least relative to the other turtles). However, while Donnie uses tech for basically everything, Draxum is completely steeped in magic, meaning the two of them are basically coming from two different schools of thought for how they process the world. While Draxum might be able to use this as point of reference to understand how Donnie sees his tech, it's still not a one for one comparison, meaning Draxum may struggle to explain mystic powers in a way that would get Donnie to accept them (especially as the growth of his brothers' powers threatens his self-esteem).

Still, given that Draxum's goal is to create functional soldiers, he may not actually care that much about awaking Donnie's mystic powers. After all, he's got a perfectly capable fighter already (as evidenced by Donnie's fight against him in the first episode, when they were basically on even footing), and that's really what Draxum wants to get out of training the turtles. He doesn't need to spend time developing Donnie's powers when Donnie's tech is already incredibly powerful.

However, Donnie is still actively interested in learning about mystic powers, if only so he can figure out more about how Draxum's mystic oath works (because at this point in the story, Donnie still doesn't quite trust Draxum not to have workarounds for what he promised. Sure, he's a great listener, but that doesn't mean Donnie trusts him with his family's well-being). So Draxum pretty much ends up with a student that he can teach theory to, but not actual practice. Which is pretty limiting.

Draxum and Raph:

Draxum is actually going to struggle quite a bit with figuring out how to teach Raph for several reasons. First of all, Raph is an incredibly quick learner when it comes to mystic powers (one of the perks of being a genetically engineered super soldier, and something Draxum did NOT plan for). Draxum basically has to create an entirely new system of teaching on the fly, and ends up skipping over a lot of the basics.

Another factor is that Raph's mystic powers are just very different from Draxum's, meaning they don't have a lot of common ground to begin with. Also, the way that Raph has learned about his powers up to this point (namely, screwing around and/or life-threatening situations) is very different both from how Draxum usually teaches and how he learned himself. It's kind of like a classically trained musician trying to teach someone how to play jazz: there's a few basics in common, sure, but overall it's not going to be very effective.

The big breakthrough in Raph's training is when he finds out about the audio enchantments that Draxum puts on basically all his books that functionally gives them a read-aloud function. It's pretty much the first time that Raph sees mystic powers as something he could use in his day-to-day life, besides just something he uses in combat.

(As a side note, both Raph and Draxum are dyslexic, which is why Draxum has said audio enchantments on all of his books. Also, a lot of the spells and whatnot Draxum uses in daily life are more or less accommodations? He just doesn't necessarily think of them that way, but I won't get into that with this post.)

At that point, Draxum starts teaching Raph more of the spells and enchantments he uses in daily life. However, this does have the side effect of slowing down Raph's progress somewhat, as the mechanics for tangible spells are very different for those of mystic constructs. The bump in the learning curve doesn't concern Draxum much, as it means that he can teach much more effectively, but it does concern Raph a fair bit.

(Part Two because this got long)

one of these days i'm gonna infodump massively about Draxum's teaching style and how it's going to interact with the learning styles of the individual turtles. one of these days

[b00tyyyshak3rrr9000]

🧬⋮ ♯; ⤷ GREETINGS, INTERNET .ᐟ👾🧪

Ah, hello there! It is I, Bootyyyshaker9000. Hm, seems you’ve been given the honour of finding my blog. Congratulations are in order.

(RP ACCOUNT RUN BY @donniepodsshow)

“ Prepare to eateth thy words! ”

⌗ㆍノLOG 1 : INTRODUCTION

Donatello Hamato (he/it/any) speaking. To put it simply, I am a genius. Do not doubt that, or I will give you a professional PowerPoint presentation to inform you how sorely mistaken you are.

⌗ㆍノLOG 2 : RULES

✰ DNI : tc£st, N$FW, and/or pr0sh!p. You are not welcome here. As well as those who discriminate against minorities, such as rac!sts trans/homophobes, s3xists, antisemites, ect. You can fuck off.

✰ So of course, this blog is a safe space for the LGBTQIA+ community.

✰ This blog is run by a MINOR. The character of Donatello is a minor as well (TEENAGE Mutant Ninja Turtles).

✰ Please do not flirt, sexualize or make romantic comments towards me.

✰ I am autistic and use tone tags, please be patient! (Blog owner, as well as the character, are both autistic:))

⌗ㆍノLOG 3 : ART + TAGS

✰ Some asks will be answered with sketches and doodles! So please don’t repost said art without credit or claim it as your own. TAGS :

✰ #othello talks : my miscellaneous posts, rambles, and such.

✰ #reblog : what it says on the tin.

✰ #chat time : asks with my adoring audience.

✰ #disaster twins : reblogs/posts related to me + my dumb dumb twin.

✰ #pb&j : reblogs/posts related to me + my baby brother.

✰ #brains and brawn : reblogs/posts related to me + big Raphie.

✰ #dna duo : reblogs/posts related to me + my older sister.

⌗ㆍノLOG 4 : THE BELOVED FAM

TO BE ADDED…

[popcat69]

sleepy cuddles

Soft silky sheet draped over you as you hugged your turtle. You let out a soft whine as you bury your face into his neck. Your chest slowly rises as you breathe steadily. A soft aroma of vanilla fills the room you both are in and Leo's phone on a low volume as he scrolls through the internet. You grumble looking at him.

“Put your phone down.” you mutter and look up at him. Your head is still on his shoulder and your hair spread out on the bed. He looks down at your giving you a soft smile and brings his hand up to slowly run his fingers through your hair.

“I will. Just few more minutes, ok?” He says holding you closer but you still have your annoyed look plastered over your face.

“Leonardo Hamato turn your phone off and sleep. Its past midnight” you grumble. Your tone strict as you speak.

“Wow using my full name now are we?” Leo laughs softly you face doesn't change as he laughs and he slowly starts to sheepishly look at you.

“Ok ok” he turns off his phone before turning to look at you and pulls up the cover over himself.

“Is that better Mi Amor?” He asks now facing you as his hand snakes around your waist pulling you closer. Surprised, you let out a small squeak. And he laughs.

“What was that?”

“Oh like you don't make any weirder nosies without shame” you laugh as well staring at him. You wrap your legs around him pulling your body closer to his and you try to wrap your arms around him slowly scratching the back of his neck and moving down to his shell. Soft churrs fill the room and you smile.

“I guess so” he mumbles between his soft churrs

“Goodnight”

“Goodnight” 

[themulitipurposechannel]

Fic: This is victory (hollow and cold).

Part: One

What if.. Mikey’s portal drags home a cold dead corpse.

I would like to preface this by saying I completely blame @goodlucktai for their amazing Incredible story, raised on little light for putting this idea into my head. Guys go check it out the fic, it’s amazing it makes me so so sad but there is also so many good things in it 😭. Personally speaking I don’t think there’s anything I can write that will ever come close to what Tai can do, but as a famous internet post once said, write your shitty pots. So here we goes ppl

Tw: major character death, grief, suicide idealisation, getting disowned, disassociation, starvation, slight description of injuries and inaccurate medical advice

But I promise, there is still hope even in this.

_

“Casey! When I get to the other side you close that portal!”

Everything stills. The world falls static.

“What..?” A foreign voice enters the fray. Ah. Cj thinks distantly. It’s mine.

A series of thoughts shoots through his mind. Faster than the battle drones Uncle Tello used to make, faster than the joy rides Uncle Mi used to give.

He sees empty eyes, forced smiles. Screaming voices stained with the weight only grief, hunger, thirst and stress can give.

He thinks of Michelangelo in the brief moments he has met the turtle, so bright and so energetic. And then he remembers his Uncle Mi twisted into something quiet, slow and outwardly peaceful.

He remembers Monty, so stoic and so very angry. Yet so very indulgent when it counts. Out in a blaze of guns and glory. Standard-issue shoulder pauldron shoved into shaking hands. You will do great things Princey. He remembers Monty’s mother. Whose name he never got, forever in a daze, staring at walls of nothing. A hallowed husk like so many of the living ghosts that wandered their dusty halls. He remembers Miwa. So tiny, so fragile. So young. Too young. No amount of their anything can ever replace or beat modern medicine.

His Uncle Tello, bitter, grumpy; burnt out and constantly overstimulated from the dirt covered and squishy pink hell they’ve found themselves in. But sometimes on better days he cocks his head to the side, with a face that almost smiles at Cj and says, “Come Jones Junior; I appear to have some scraps we need to dispose off.” Which is code for we’re going to give your Pa an aneurysm and make things go boom.

He remembers his family. Tired, thirsty, hungry, eyes on them constantly. Countless sleepless nights in hushed voices arguing, strategising, weeping. They thought he didn’t hear. But children always have the biggest ears and the longest standing shelter on earth is only so large.

First and foremost. Cj knows. He knows with heart wrenching certainty. If there was any way to make peace with the present Hamatos it would all be over now. They’ll hate him. They will. They will never forgive him for this.

Maybe if this was his Mom, his Auntie April, his Da-Uncle Mi, his Uncle Tello, his Grandpa Drax. Whatever else Master Raphael and Master splinter might have been to him. They might just forgive him but these people are not them. They have not been softened with a lifetime of knowing Cj. He doesn’t have that baby of the family privilege. He doesn’t have any privilege at all. It’s only been a day. Less than that technically.

Even just the thought of being hated by his family. Any version of them, curdles something in his core. Every fiber in his being lashes out and screams at the younger version of his sensei. (Oh but it was Leonardo wasn’t it? Oh, what has he done?) In ways he hasn’t done since he was 8 years old, because poor 8 year old Casey hadn’t quite figured out how to breathe through the hunger pains. I’m a healer. I’m supposed to stop these things. Please, I already let go before you can’t make me do this again-

“Leo no! There has to be another way!”

But this Leonardo says;

“We’ve tried everything Case, he’s too strong”

And deep down Cj knows that too. Much like the lies his family told him. “We can win” He knows otherwise too. Just like if he does this, he knows he’ll be left with nothing too.

But his family will still be here, surrounded by food, clean water, light, and endless amount of comics or magazines they could possibly want. They will be free.

They will never know gnawing hunger or sapping thirst, nor will they know the ever present hum of runhidenotsafe. They will never know the unique kind of suffering that comes from grasping for strength to just open your eyes and breathe in a world that has already long given up on itself.

Cj has seen the future. He has lived and breathed and sometimes, even thrived in an era where the krang came. Where the sky was a bloody brown instead of this clear dark blue and people were driven to insanity and killed from the common cold. Where the sour smell of rot piled everywhere. No matter how much or how hard you scrubbed.

He remembers his Sensei, his Pa, wise, comforting, always ready with a witty comeback or a brilliant plan. He remembers his Commander O���Neil, his Auntie April, rousing, quick and endlessly enduring, the steady voice of reason where even Sensei’s wit dulled. But they were tired, so very tired. The burden of leadership and grief and all the aches and pains of hunger and thirst that can never be quenched, already a fully dressed tomb just waiting for them to hang up their coats and admit futility to the unsurmountable cold.

He remembers how much his family loved him. How hard they tried to scrape together any piece of warmth for him. Tired Golden-Orange heaves himself into the air, to scoop Cj into his arms. Busy Blue who takes any meagre time he has to himself and spends it with Cj. Prickly Purple finds away to colour all his armour a shade of teal, even his siblings are still decked in occasional shades of grey. Overstretched Green always ready to pull her brothers back and scold; too guilty, too smothering, too harsh. Stop. You’re hurting the kid.

If Cj doesn’t close this portal, if he keeps this open, if he disobeys-the Krang will just come back through. And they will plunge the earth into a bloody, poisoned hell.

And he knows that if not Leonardo, then someone else in their stupid, selfless, self-sacrificial family will take up the mantle of resistance, unable to stand idly by at people’s suffering. Because these people are good, so very good. The Hamatos will fight, they will try. And they will lose.

The force of their ire will break him. The thought alone makes him sob, hiccuping in a way he hasn’t done, not since he was found shrieking over a cold Uncle Tello and had to be wrenched away, kicking and screaming. But still holding on. Even to the very last second and beyond. Because he is Cassandra Jones Junjor and a Hamato in every way that matters and he could never leave family behind. At least back then he couldn’t feel mom die

But the apocalypse.. that long, slow, painful march to inevitable death, will break him too. It wasn’t always bad, they had fun, karaoke nights, hilarious attempts to make birthday cakes for kids like him. But fuck.. that doesn’t change the fact that they still lost. That they will all still loose. Cj doesn’t know if he can willingly doom them all again because that’s what he’s going to do isn’t it? They were all so tired, so hungry, so thirsty. How can he let them go through that again?

He remembers how much happier, and how much lighter they always looked in those old scarce photos.

Selfishly, Cj doesn’t know if he can survive through another 20 something years or however long they make it this time, through that hell again. Forced to slowly watch again, as the Krang chip away at his family. Chip away at the people he called his friends till everything, bright, lively and kind was carved out;Uncle Hiro I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry-

They will never love you again. A voice thunders, like the death roll of their final march just this morning where Cj was still breathing in corrupted air under rusty skies. If only he died there with them. Anything is better than having to do this.

I know. Cj shakes, trembling fingers wrap around the key. Casey can see the division between young and new, old and worn and knows he cannot let it blur and become one.

“Casey! Urgh-please!”

Anything. I will give anything, Casey weeps. Anything as long as they live. Casey squeezes his eyes shut.

And just like with Uncle Tello,

Casey finally lets go.

The portal to the prison dimension slams shut with a glorious boom.

Leo, I love you. I’m sorry.

I wish I got more time to know you.

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They scream at him. It’s Muffled, like the sensation of sound in the aftermath of a live grenade. They hurl all manner of abuse and venom at his face. He thinks he might be crying. Or maybe he’s not. His head feels tangled like the heaps of crusty old wires, Uncle Tello will never get the chance to unravel.

The shattered body of their Leonardo lies between them, like territory lines drawn between begrudging survivor groups. Cradled by a shaking soft shell. The blurry shapes of familiar voices once desperately calm and patient now roar,cutting and rightfully angry. It falls on his ears. He tries to grasp it, he does. He’s ruined everything, the least Cj can do now is listen.

But exhaustion gnaws at his very bones. Head pounding.

Nothing can explain this.

Nothing will justify this.

Severe head trauma, and shattered, collapsed carapace. Possible bruised and punctured lungs via pieces of loose carapace as the overall structure caved in, resulting in internal bleeding in the lungs and eventual asphyxiation. Patient chocked on his own blood. The field medic immediately drones internally, years of experience and training unable to be shut off (or rather, trained to never shut off) as listless eyes drift down to meet the unmoving slider.

It seems the one-sided eye contact is what finally breaks the softshell’s stupor. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The teen snarls, teeth flashing in all the ways he used to bare it at unwelcome visitors. But never at Casey. Never for long.

Wake up Jones. This is not your Uncle.

The rest of the group falls silent, shocked to see their previously silent family member speaking.

“You don’t get to look at him.” Achingly gentle, the purple branded softshell sets Leonardo onto the tiled floor.

Donatello stands. “You.” He hisses, pointing at Cj.

“You did this.”

Somewhere, somehow Cj manages to gather enough of himself to incline his head slightly in agreement. It’s the least he can do for them.

“Leave.” Donatello orders.

And like the good soldier he is, Cj does. Disappearing into the tunnels.

No one stops him.

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