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To celebrate the beginning of the Family Reunion Summer Camp, we (cabin 8) decided to offer every other participant and cabin a little something!
(Art and Mind’ O Wave AU by @liya4kar
EMD AU by @evenmoreofadisaster
Big Mama’s Favorite by @usernameneon)
(Ask from @liya4kar for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my Little Don AU)
"A gift?" Little Donnie looked at the three turtles that stood in front of him, one of them looking like him and his brothers--in fact, he looked just like the picture he had seen of older him.
Maybe this was an older him! Maybe this was someone he could ask question to, about things that his family either couldn't or wouldn't tell him. Maybe he would learn things from him!
The eight-year-old reached up and took the gift, grinning. "Thank yo---"
His thanks were cut off, though, as the gift exploded, slime covering the small turtle. He stood there for a second, shocked at what had happened. Then after a moment, he turned his head up to look at the turtles that were still in front of him, confused, and maybe, maybe with slightly watery eyes.
"...why?" he asked them, as he stood there, covered in slime, and trying to understand why they'd make a meeting gift into a prank.
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Red Previous Chapter Next Chapter Coming soon I told you it was an AU....... Forget everything you think you know about Randall and what might have happen to him or Hershel. No one is safe now 👁️👁️ Well I hope you'll enjoy this story ! It was really fun to play with my usual style and experiment some "horror" element ? (For halloween, what a timing !) It's not perfect but I'm happy with the result, can't wait to use it more haha >:D See you very soon my dear ! (There is a lot of little details hidden in this chapter, will you find some ? Don't hesitate to share your theories in the comment, tags or my inbox ! I can't wait to read it) You can support me and see the process and some exclusive content on my Patreon
#university au#professor layton#comic#fancomic#hershel layton#randall ascot#tw : blood#a little not too much#panic attack#flashback#eyes#and of course#don paolo#that best boi#Paul
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PHEW that one took a WHILE! hid lottsa little details in this time :)
I am so excited for all these guys to meet (I have written the dialogue and drawn teh thumbnails) I really hope you guys liked this one because i am actually quite proud of these pages :D
previous ---- part 10 ---- next
#b.e.n.t#bad end ninja turtles#tmnt crossover#tmnt au#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#future leo#tmnt 2012#2012 donnie#don bot#mutant apocalypse#the secret thing y'all voted for was the pair ups btw (who met who first :D)#why did i decide to use white text??? i've tried black but Idk#Leo's dumb little roll took me two days to finish#how the fuck is this the last man standing of the apocalypse???#tmnt comic#don bot canonically has bluetooth- don't worry this WILL be abused by the others at a later time
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"That has to mean something, right? It can't just be a coincidence that it happened twice! Oh, sweet, sweet confirmation!"
Don has chanced upon an exciting revelation at the TMNT AU Competition! (feat. @beannary's The Little Prince AU)
Grown Apart AU: [Premise/Concept Art] [General tag]
***Note: This takes place sometime after the fight (which is still currently going on). Also, yes - Donnie "lost" his name tag at some point...and April.***
<<PREV / NEXT>>
#(Hello! :> Pardon the out-of-the-blue tag. I noticed our Mama's boys were facing off in the bonus round and had to acknowledge it a lil bit.#Feel free to ignore this if you wish - Don will just go his merry way with his new-found information in that case nbd lol. Love the AU! ❤)#grown apart au (rottmnt)#tmnt au competition#GA donnie#the little prince au (rottmnt)#comic#chiscribbs#GA: the contest chronicles
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girls having comforting time
#sketchy thing to comfort myself#I can't believe that this is the actual first illustration for the au 🫠#I'll write a brief description of the plot in the comments so you can understand what is happening here 66“#the little octomaid#limbus fairytale au#limbus company#ishmael lcb#don quixote lcb#donmael#ishdon#my art
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rando' doodles of some little guys.
#undertale au#dreamtale#dreamtale twins#dream sans#nightmare sans#dream!sans#nightmare!sans#they're. cute :((#[I think they are. little mournig dove/turtle dove esc]#pigeon nightmare dove dream#pigeon/doves are the same thing but percieved diffrently by society#ghgh don' tag as ship [do I even need to put that here?]#jbird's art#prolly'll go back to doing eyestrain Croncha af art bahaha#painting was fun though
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here we have a tottaly normal zombie apocalypse group!!!! heres what u got!!!!
also i sincerely apologize of the quality(i used my tablet since i cant use my phone rn) doing soda popinski so dirty cuz idk how 2 draw him and turning disco kid into a zombie dont jump on me plz....
#punch out#punch out wii#punch out au#shitpost#little mac#doc louis#von kaiser#disco kid#piston hondo#don flamenco#aran ryan#soda popinski#squirrel#zombie apocolypse au#zombie apocalypse
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the hell is wrong with my copy of scott pilgrim who the fuck is bob charlie
#don flamenco’s precious little life#punch out#punch out!!#super punch out#punch out au#bob charlie#piston hondo#piston honda#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim au#scott pilgrim panel edit
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watching terminator clips bcuz @fruitful-gummies 's (you seen two of these in discord lul) AU on it is telling me to watch it bruhhh 🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️
#punch out#art#punch out fanart#punch out!!#punch out wii#fanart#wii games#punch out au#piston honda#don flamenco#little mac#dragon chan
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Phone based customer service is fking hell
I don't have time to put together the entire (very late) speedpaint before work so here's another vent doodle instead. (i'll probably post it later tonight.)
Is this a little ooc? maybe. but people yelling at you over the phone hits different than people yelling irl. especially if they won't let you get a word in edgewise. and a newly tech support Donnie (either 07 iteration or Adopted Donnie Don) would find that out very quickly.
#tmnt#tmnt 07#tmnt 2003#adopted donnie au#my doodles#tagging both iterations b/c even i don't know which this is#look it's one that did tech support#so either 07#or my adopted donnie Don (pre dee)#it doesn't really matter overall#yeah i got yelled at over the phone at work#it messed me up#my coworker had to tell me to hang up the phone b/c i was just sitting at the desk shaking#idk my dudes#doing little vent doodles like this is pretty soothing in a way#especially considering that processing emotions isn't my strong suit
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SNIPER TF2 TEETH‼️‼️
"He's the old hand when it comes to having fangs. What a legend" - Smitty
#its a little bit fan-service...y#but i couldnt help myself#tf2#tf2 au#tf2 sniper#BLU Sniper#RED Sniper#Smitty#joey and don if youre seeing this no you arent#we wont ever speak of this lmao
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Toaster Troubles
Title: Toaster Troubles Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3409 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Raphael, Donatello Warning: NA Summary: All Donnie wants to do is fix the toaster. All Raph wants is for his five-year-old brother to wait for supervision. This is going to end well. Right? Notes: Part of the Little Don AU, an AU I’ve had forming in my head where, during a crisis with the Time Scepter, Don sacrificed himself to save everything. Instead of it killing him, though, it turned him into a baby, and his family has needed to raise him all over again. ff.net || AO3
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Toaster Troubles
As much as Raph missed his brother, he couldn’t deny that having little Donnie around was a lot of fun. Getting to see how his brother viewed the world, watching as he learned everything again with wonder and excitement, it was refreshing and there was something special about it. It was like Raph got a window into how his brother’s mind worked that he hadn’t been able to have before.
Of course, Donnie being, well, Donatello, it had led to some pretty heart-stopping moments as he explored the world around him. It had gone from pulling all sorts of things out of his mouth, to pulling him away from dismantled appliances, to pulling him out of dangerous places because he had seen something interesting in them. Donnie was always keeping them on their toes, even with Splinter anticipating at least some of this.
Yet, Raph wouldn’t trade spending time with his little brother for the world, even if it meant dealing with the results of his curiosity. And when Donnie wanted to spend time with him over the rest of his family, well, Raph couldn’t help but feel a little special at that. He enjoyed those times with Donnie.
Today, Donnie had been favoring Raph, even with the mundane things, and so Raph had scooped him up and taken his five-year-old brother with him to the kitchen to work on dinner. It wasn’t anything too complicated. Just some chicken and rice, with a side of vegetables. With the rice cooker, and some of those microwavable vegetable mixes in a bag, most of dinner would be easy. It was just the chicken that would take most of Raph’s attention.
Well, that, and one little brother who it was best not to ignore for too long.
“Alright Donnie, ready to help me make dinner?” he asked as they walked into the kitchen.
Donnie, who he was carrying under his arm like a sack of potatoes, giggled and nodded. “Mm-hm! I’m ready to help, Raphie!”
He wiggled a little, clearly asking to get down, and Raph obliged, standing him on the counter.
“Alright. We’re gonna have chicken, rice, and some veggies. How’s that sound?” Raph asked.
“That sound good!” Donnie said, bouncing on his toes. “Which veggies?”
Raph thought for a second. “Tell ya what. If you can get into the freezer by yourself, then you can pick them out, alright?”
“Okay!” Donnie grinned brightly and dashed along the counter towards the refrigerator. Raph kept an eye on him. It would take a little maneuvering and thought for Donnie to manage to open the freezer, find all the different vegetables, put back the ones he didn’t want, and close the freezer. But it was an easy and safe way for him to practice his ninja skills outside of the dojo, and that was always a good thing. In the meantime, Raph got out a cutting board and knife and pulled the package of chicken thighs out of the sink where it had been thawing. He didn’t really want Donnie messing with raw meat yet, so he’d do all of the work with them.
Glancing back over at his little brother, Raph saw that Donnie had managed to open the freezer, and was now laying on top of the refrigerator, leaning over it to reach inside and pull out the vegetable packets. Raph couldn’t help but grin a little. That was a good way to do it, and he was proud of his little brother for figuring it out. Not that he had expected anything less from Donnie.
Raph started cutting up the chicken, keeping an ear on Donnie, and he looked over when he heard the freezer door close, watching as Donnie jumped back onto the counter and ran over to him.
“This one!” he said with a grin. “Look, it has baby corn and snap peas! I like baby corn and snap peas!”
“I know you do,” Raph said. “Alright, put it by the microwave. It won’t take too long to cook, so we’ll do it later.”
Donnie carefully made his way to the microwave, and sat the bag of vegetables by it, before coming back towards Raph. “Now what?” he asked.
“Hm. Well, since my hands are covered in raw chicken juice, how about you help me season the chicken?” Raph said.
Donnie grinned and nodded, and Raph started rattling off instructions to the boy. Donnie, as usual, was a very good listener, and followed all of Raph’s instructions about seasoning, preparing the pan, and turning on the water for Raph to wash his hands. Raph slid the chicken in the oven to cook and stood back.
“Alright. Now we just gotta do the rice,” Raph said.
“I’ll plug up the rice cooker!” Donnie said, scooting along the counter to go do that.
Raph grinned at the enthusiasm, and got the rice, preparing it. It didn’t take long and within minutes the rice was in the rice cooker, the timer set. That done, Raph looked around the kitchen. There were plenty of dishes to be done, and it’d be easier to do them now than to wait until after dinner.
“Keep an eye on that for me, will ya?” Raph asked Donnie. “I’m gonna wash some of these dishes.”
“Mm-kay!” Donnie chirped and turned to watch it.
Raph turned his attention to the sink full of dishes, keeping an eye on Donnie, who was sitting on the counter, watching the rice cooker, and chattering to himself about something. He nodded to himself, satisfied that Don was occupied with his own thoughts.
Most of the dishes in the sink weren’t too hard to clean, except for a couple of them, which had gotten food dried on and stuck. Those took focus and elbow grease, but he eventually he got them off. Smirking triumphantly to himself, he turned to check on Donnie again—and nearly had a heart attack.
Instead of sitting on the counter, carefully watching the rice, Donnie was now surrounded by pieces of the toaster, the thing stripped down and, thankfully, unplugged.
Mentally, Raph cursed to himself. He should have been watching Donnie more closely. His brother had gotten in the habit of taking apart just about anything he could get his hands on—and he couldn’t always put them back together yet. They tried to keep him from doing it alone, especially since he wasn’t aware of the dangers of what he was doing, but sometimes he still managed to sneak something by them.
Taking a breath and keeping his voice calm, Raph looked over at Donnie. “Donnie? Bud? Watcha doing?” he asked.
Donnie didn’t even look up from what he was doing, taking another piece off of the toaster with his—yep, that was the Swiss army knife that he had been gifted on his birthday. “Fixing the toaster,” he responded, laying another piece down. “It’s all dirty in here. I’m cleaning it out and then I’m gonna fix the spring so that the handle stays up better and the toast pops out better.” He looked back over at Raph. “The tension got all loose, see? And the springs need to have good tension! But I can make that happen if I just put them back better.”
He grinned at Raph, all shinning eyes and missing teeth. “I can fix it, Raphie!”
Of course he would notice something small like that. And of course he would try to fix it. Raph let out a careful breath. “Yeah, I see what’s wrong with it, Donnie,” Raph said. “But why don’t you wait until after we eat to try to fix it. Maybe we can get LH to come over and--”
“But I can fix it now!” Donnie interrupted, his bottom lip jutting out just a little. “I can do it!”
“After dinner,” Raph said firmly. “And with supervision.” The timer for the chicken went off, and Raph turned to attend to it. “Leave it alone for now, Donnie,” he said. “Why don’t you put the veggies in the microwave?”
His attention focused on the oven for the moment, Raph opened the oven door and peered in. The chicken looked done, and it smelled just right. Raph grabbed a potholder and pulled it out of the oven, settling it on the stovetop. He carefully poked a few pieces with a fork, and nodded to himself when they seemed just right.
“Food in two!” he yelled in the direction of the door, knowing that his family would hear him. He turned his attention back to Donnie and frowned. His little brother hadn’t put the vegetables in, and hadn’t moved from where he was sitting, still stubbornly playing with the toaster which was now completely disassembled.
“Donnie,” he said, his voice firm. “I told you do leave it until after dinner.”
“But I can fix it now,” Donnie insisted.
Raph frowned, and tossed the bag of vegetables in the microwave, before turning back to his little brother. “It’s dinner time. You can come back to it after we eat. But it’s time to eat now.”
Raph recognized the stubborn spark that rose in Donnie’s eyes and settled in his shoulders. This was about to turn into a fight.
“No,” Donnie said, resolutely. “It won’t take me long! Look, it’s cleaner now! All I have to do is put it back together.” His hands reached for a couple of pieces. “I’ll eat after I’m finished.”
Raph suppressed a growl, but before he could do anything, he heard footsteps approaching.
“I heard dinner in—uh-oh,” Mikey stood in the doorway, watching.
“What’s uh-oh?” Leo asked, coming in behind him. He paused when he saw the toaster scattered on the counter. “Oh,” he said.
“It’s nothing,” Raph said, his attention still squarely focused on Donnie. “Just trying to convince Donnie here to come to dinner. Dinner’s almost ready, the table just needs to be set.”
“Mikey and I can take care of that,” Leo said, knowing it was usually best to leave dealing with Donnie to whoever was already dealing with him. “Come on, Mike.”
The two moved, but Donnie refused to move from his spot. He scooted closer to the toaster.
“Donnie…” Raph said. “Time to get off the counter.”
He should have known that wasn’t going to work.
“No!” Donnie said, the word just below being a shout. “I’m gonna finish this first!” He reached up and curled a hand into the bottom lip of the upper cabinets, doing his best to secure himself. “I can do it!”
“My sons?” Splinter entered the kitchen. “Is there a problem?”
“No problem, Sensei,” Raph said. “Just trying to convince Donnie to come to dinner.”
Splinter moved closer, and then seemed to nod to himself as he saw the mess. “I see,” he said. He looked back up at Don, clearly taking note of the stubborn way the little boy was sitting there. “Come, my son. You can finish this after we have all eaten, so that the food does not get cold.”
For a moment, Don’s resolved wavered just a bit, even as he clearly wanted to stay with the toaster.
“Come on, Donnie. I promise you can go back to it afterward,” Raph said. “We’ll get LH over to help.”
Something about what he said seemed to solidify Donnie’s desire to stay put. “No!” he said, tightening his grip and beginning to look upset. “I-I’m gonna finish this first!” he said, his voice starting to waver with tears. “I need to put this back together first! And I’m going to before I eat! I’m going to! I’m going to put it back together!”
“Come on, Donnie!” Mikey said from the table, as he sat out plates. “We’ll get LH to come over like Raph said. You love LH! He’ll help you—”
“NO!” It was a shout from the normally quiet little boy. “I can do it myself! I can do lots of things myself!” his chin trembled, and he held tighter to the cabinet. “I can! And-and-and I don’t care if the food gets cold! All of you can eat it! I’ll make mine warm later—after I fix this!”
Splinter straightened up. “Donatello,” he said in his no-nonsense voice. “That is enough. You will eat dinner with us.”
“No!” Donnie yelled out, and Splinter reached up to take him off the counter himself. “No!”
Donnie yelled out again and tried to squirm away. Splinter, though, was faster and stronger, and he pulled Donnie off of the counter, prying his hands off of the cabinets.
Donnie wailed as Splinter pulled him away, still twisting and Splinter simply carried him over to the booster seat that they had for him. Donnie yelled and squirmed, trying to get out of it when Splinter put him in it.
“Donatello,” he said firmly. “You will sit with us and eat your dinner!”
“No!” Donnie said, and angrily pushed his plate away from him. “No! I don’t wanna eat! I wanna fix the toaster! I wanna fix it! Why won’t you just let me fix it!”
It was clear that this was becoming a full tantrum, and Splinter, clearly having none of it, picked Donnie up again.
“We will be back,” he said over Donnie’s howls.
The remaining three brothers stood there in silence, watching and listening as Splinter took Donnie to his room and shut the door behind him.
“Geeze,” Mikey said. “It’s been a long time since Donnie’s thrown a tantrum like that.”
“I know,” Leo said, looking over at Raph. “What happened?”
Raph shook his head, “I dunno. I was washing dishes, I turned, and he had the toaster in pieces. When I tried to get him to come to dinner, well… You saw all of that.”
“I wonder why, though?” Leo said. “Something triggered the tantrum.”
“Let’s hope he’s not getting sick, like last time,” Mikey said, shuddering.
None of them had enjoyed that particular tantrum and the clean-up, although once they realized that Donnie was sick, it had made the tantrum a bit more understandable.
Still, the brothers ate quietly, listening to the yells and howls of their youngest brother as he threw the biggest tantrum they’d heard yet. They were nearly finished eating by the time the tantrum started to calm. It was only a few minutes later that Splinter returned, pushing a still sniffling Donnie in front of him.
“What do you have to say?” Splinter asked the boy.
Donnie opened his mouth, looked at Raph, at the toaster, and then back at Raph.
“I’m still gonna fix the toaster!” he said defiantly.
“Donatello!” Splinter said.
Donnie’s chin began trembling again. “I-I am! I’m going to fix it!”
“Dude. Why not just wait until LH—” Mikey started.
“No!” Donnie yelled, cutting him off even as tears began to rise in his eyes again.
Raph let out a frustrated noise. “Why is this so important to you!” he halfway yelled back, exasperated at Donnie’s stubbornness.
For a moment, there was silence, and then Donnie burst into noisy tears. Leo reached over and whacked Raph on the shoulder, even as Raph looked at his little brother, slightly horrified. “I—”
“Why won’t you ever let me do anything!” Don sobbed out. “I can do it! I can fix it! But you won’t let me! None of you will let me! I’m smart! I know how! I can do it! I can do it! I can do it!”
His words turned into noisy sobs and desperate tears, and Splinter reached down, bundling the boy up in his arms. “Ah,” he said. “I think I understand.”
Three pairs of confused eyes looked at the rat as he held the sobbing tot in his arms. Splinter simply moved to a chair, and sat with Donnie, rocking him slightly.
“When Donatello was young, the first time, he had already begun taking things apart and putting them back together at this age. As I was somewhat ignorant at the time of the dangers, I allowed it, especially as he was able to make many things work.” Splinter ran a hand up and down Donnie’s shell, trying to comfort him. “Perhaps in our zeal to protect him, we have instead stifled him.”
Donnie was a bit calmer now, although still clearly upset. “I can do it,” he said his voice muffled from where he was curled into Splinter. “I can put it back together all by myself.”
Oh. Oh, that hit a bit different and explained things. Raph looked at his baby brother, new understanding forming. It wasn’t about the toaster itself, but about them trusting him to be able to do things.
Raph knelt next to the chair and reached out, rubbing Donnie’s shell. “Hey, Bud. I’m sorry I didn’t understand,” he said softly. “It’s not that I don’t think you can put it back together, it’s that I don’t want you to hurt yourself, okay? The idea of you getting hurt scares me, and I want to keep you safe.”
Donnie kept his face buried in Splinter. “But I’m safe,” he said. “I know all the protocols! LH and Aunt April taught me! I just wanna do it by myself, ‘cause I can!”
“We understand that, my son,” Splinter said, pressing his nose to Donnie’s head. “But that still does not excuse your behavior. Even when you were that upset, you knew that it would be better to use your words than to throw a fit.”
Donnie didn’t say anything, but he nodded a minute amount.
“You will be allowed to fix the toaster, by yourself,” Splinter said. “But only after you have both eaten and apologized to your brothers.”
Donnie sniffed and nodded. “Okay,” he said.
Splinter let the boy get down, and he looked up at his brothers, before looking down at his feet again. “I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice. “I shouldn’t have thrown a fit. That wasn’t right. I shoulda used my words better.”
“It’s alright,” Leo said. “We forgive you.”
Donnie sniffed, and looked up at his brothers, taking in their expressions, and then looked back at Splinter.
“You are forgiven, my son,” Splinter said. “Now—come eat your dinner. Afterwards, you will repair the toaster, and then we will discuss your punishment for the tantrum.”
Donnie’s eyes grew a bit wet again, but he just nodded. “Yes, Father,” he said.
Splinter and Donnie ate, while the rest of the brothers cleaned up from dinner. Afterwards, Donnie worked on the toaster, fixing it perfectly, just as he said he could. He was, however, sent to bed early, and would be doing some extra meditation with either Splinter or Leo tomorrow. The rest of the family settled in the living room, a little exhausted from everything that had happened.
“Well, that was something,” Mikey said.
“Certainly not the way I expected things to go,” Leo agreed.
“Yeah, but—” Raph looked at his family. “What are we gonna do about this? I don’t think we can just keep Donnie from taking things apart anymore.”
Splinter shook his head. “No, we cannot. He is a gifted and curious child, and in our attempts to give him a better life, we may, in fact, be stifling him. I will talk to both Leatherhead and April about Donatello’s education going forward. Perhaps it is time we gave him a little more freedom when it comes to his engineering endeavors.”
“Uh-oh,” Mikey said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Here it comes. We’re gonna start finding screws and bolts and tools everywhere, probably with our feet, and it’ll hurt worse than legos.”
“And we’ll have to start making sure he doesn’t sneak projects under his covers at night,” Leo said.
“And we will have to get used to mistakes, clanging, and small explosions,” Splinter said.
“Yeah,” Raph said. “But we dealt with it before—we can deal with it again.”
There was a general murmur of agreement from the others, and they settled into a companionable silence. Perhaps they should have seen this coming sooner. After all, Donnie may not have been Don, but he was still Donatello. Of course he was going to be a little engineer. And if Raph was honest with himself? Having Donnie start down that path again was comforting. He looked forward to the day when Donnie had the lair ringing with the sounds of his latest project again.
He just hoped it didn’t involve anymore tantrums.
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I'm quite happy with this chapter where you can see a bit more of Paul's personnality and struggles ! Also, Hershel opening up a bit more... (Who is he talking about ??? mmmm ??? 👀)
See you very soon and thank you for your support <3
First chapter of this AU
#university au#hershel layton#don paolo#paul#art#professor layton#fancomic#so many little details for the rest of the story here#hahahaha#can you spot it ??
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I’ve returned from my sketchbook quest , and here’s a drawing for dauntless-daffodil , who came up with the idea for the spear baby au.
THEM HAS COOKIE!!! ;A; <3 <3 <3 <3 SMOL WITH COOKIE!!!
AWWWWWW~
oh gods looking at that cute little innocent face i can just FEEEEEEL baby spear watching as chaggie and the hotel all stand around them hotly debating What Food Is Even Healthy For A Baby Spear Spawn Child To Be Eating
Charlie: "A cookie??"
Angel Dust: "They don' need cookies, ya useless gays, they need milk!"
Charlie: "We had cookies in the hotel??"
Vaggie: "Why would they need milk? They've got teeth already! Fangs, even!"
Angel Dust: "That ain't how nutrition an' shit WORKS toots!"
Niffty: (shakes jar full of money) "SWEAR JAR!"
Angel Dust: "Fuck. Shit." (hands over three dollars)
Charlie: "Since when are there cookies in the hotel that I don't know know about???"
Cherri: "If they've got fangs and like chewing stuff, maybe they need meat or something?"
Niffty: "OR BLOOD!!!"
Vaggie: "We are NOT-"
Angel Dust: "Ain't no baby under my watch gettin' fed steaks and BLOOD!"
Charlie: "Where did the cookie even COME from?!"
Husk: (coughs)
Charlie: "Husk! You gave them-?"
Husk: "....bar's always got snacks. And they were just. Staring at me."
Angel Dust: "Husky noooooo....!"
Vaggie: "How? I did a double sweep for undeclared cookies just two days ago- you KNOW what Charlie does to your bar if she goes snack hunting in the middle of night and actually finds something. She's like an adorable cookie gremlin."
Charlie: "Heheh!"
Husk: "Yeah well, she's not the only one allowed to like f- fffffffudging cookies. And your kid seems to take after her, so whatever."
Angel Dust: "Baby cat, that's no reason ta- oh for cryin' out loud, now what Vaggot?"
Vaggie: "...what? I didn't say anything."
Charlie: "Vaggieee, you're smiling~"
Vaggie: "Huh?"
Husk: "Like a dumb... dumb."
Niffty: "Beaming! Grinning! AS WIDE AS A SLIT THROAT-"
Cherri: "-fuck fuck fuck, shit shit, damn crap hell- here, take my money and don't fucking talk like THAT in front of the kid either, what the fuck."
Angel Dust: "Sickening."
Niffty: "Thanks!"
Angel Dust: "I meant Darth Vaggie getting all googey eye'd over her an' Charlie chip having a kid."
Charlie: "Oh so you think they're my kid too, huh?"
Angel Dust: "Are ya gonna let Vaggie raise 'em without ya?"
Charlie: "No~pe~!!!"
Angel Dust: "Then congrats on parenthood ta both of ya, it's already going to hell."
Vaggie: "Okay, uh-"
Husk: "You're gonna fffffeathering cry again."
Vaggie: "-no I'm not, I'm just glad the... my kid isn't still crying. Our kid. They, really are pretty happy with the cookie aren't they?"
Charlie: "Of course they are! It's CHOCOLATE CHIP!!"
Angel Dust: "It's not. Baby food."
Charlie: "It is if it's my baby, and they get milk to go with the cookie!"
Angel Dust: "V-gal, stop her! Use ya dang mom veto!!"
Vaggie: "Eh. Charlie was a hellborn kid and she grew up fine. I trust her."
Charlie: "AWww!!!"
Angel Dust: "Unbelievable."
Husk: "Whipped."
Vaggie: "Yeah? My kid didn't even have to say anything to get a cookie out of you, fluff boy."
Cherri: "Uh, guys.... gays...?"
Husk: "What."
Charlie & Vaggie: "What?"
Angel Dust: "Both and speaking, baby."
Cherri: "Where did..... the baby go...?"
Hotel crew: "....."
Place where baby was: (empty except for crumbs)
Spear Baby: (gone)
Vaggie: (wings bristling) "The-"
Charlie: "OUR!"
Vaggie: "Our-"
Demon Charlie: "-BABY!?"
Niffty: "MOTHER OF FUCK." (throws down swear jar) (tries throwing herself onto the broken shards but angel dust and husk grab her)
-meanwhile, elsewhere in the hotel-
Alastor: (walking quickly)
Spear Baby: (crawling after him)
Alastor: "....shoo."
Spear Baby: "Guh!"
Alastor: (nervous sweating) (walks FASTER)
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#angel dust hazbin hotel#husk hazbin hotel#niffty hazbin hotel#cherri bomb hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#chaggie spear baby au thing#incorrect quotes#silly stuff#Alastor: here. this is yours i presume#charlie: oh thank f- ALASTOR! WHY IS MY KID HANGING OFF YOUR MICROPHONE BY THEIR TEETH??? THEY'RE NOT A F- FIDLING FISH!!#vaggie: ...are you scared of our kid?#alastor: wha-ha-ha-hy! What a marvelously strange suggestion! Don be absurd~!#vaggie: (holds kid out at them)#spear baby: (starts crying)#alastor: (static hiss) (summons husk in front of him as a living shield)#charlie: vaggie /no/. don't weaponize our child please#vaggie: (giving her the kid) (Grinning) aw babe it was only just a LITTLE bit of weaponizing them...#alastor: for the record- I was NOT scared ha HA!#husk: then why the f- fandangle am /i/ here?#alastor: (tight-lipped smile) (banishes him)#vaggie: (SMIRKS)
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DREAMESCAPE: RE-DREAMED EDITION!
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Hey punchy peeps, yup it's me again I present to y'all my pride and joy, the Dreamescape AU! This time, redone with an idea I originally discarded when I was first making the AU, but I ended up using for the revamped version! Let's get into the ✨ lore ✨
THIS AU DEALS WITH DARK THEMES! BE CAREFUL TRAVELLERS!
This AU takes place in the span of the 1920s. The Macs live with their single father, Jerome/Doc Louis, having a docile and normal life. Their father works tirelessly to provide for his sons, being a middle class worker. With familiar faces surrounding their everyday lives, the family is content and lives out their days in joy. However, over a tense and perplexing time span, many people in their community begin to pass away unexpectedly with little to no closure on some of their deaths. Hysteria rises amongst the townsfolk; hysteria of a supernatural curse of well known origin, rooted in folklore, that threatens the adult population. And by proxy, the children of the town.
It is the Constellation of Shadows. An arachnoid, nightmarish entity that targets children through the adults in their lives. It invades the dreams of adults while they sleep, and takes them into its dark abyss of a web. It then mutates them, reforms them for its own purposes. Then unleashes them like wild animals to murder the children in their sleep.
Very few families have survived the Constellation's insatiable hunger for terror and demise: there are only two documented survivors of the Constellation throughout the years. Those families were never the same, suffering long term effects that led to either tragedy within them, or them disappearing from the town, never to be seen again. Hysteria once again breaks out, with the message to stay awake and alert at all costs and protect your children, as the Constellation cannot attack if you are not asleep or drowsy. However, it was only so long before the Louis household succumbed to exhaustion, and entered a deep slumber.
However, there is one hope. Father Dream. Father Dream is another folklore figure who, once upon a time, constantly did battle with the Constellation in order to uphold the safety of all dreamers. However, the feast of fear supplied to the Constellation allowed it to best Father Dream and trap him within his own seemingly unending slumber. However, Father Dream was still in control of some of his power. He blesses Mac with a special ability: the ability to resurrect the dead. Now, the Macs must face monsters of familiarity in order to make it out alive. And, in order to rescue their father before he suffers the same fate as the adults before him did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ With the lore out of the way, let's learn about those adults: WII:
Joe - Chef (27)
Kaiser - Clockmaker (52)
Disco - Radio Show Host (25)
Hippo - Tribal King (50s to Early 60s)
Hondo - Photographer (33)
Hugger - Game Warden (44)
Tiger - Illusionist (31)
Don - Fisherman (26)
Aran - Dockworker (27)
Soda - Ice Cream Parlor Owner (41)
Bull - Priest (40)
Macho - Singer (30)
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Gabby - Librarian (62)
Hurricane - Meteorologist (29)
Bob - Homeless (36)
Dragon - Lead Dragon Dancer (25)
Muscle - Doctor (37)
Heike - Unemployed (16)
Mad Clown - Clown (obviously shjsjs) (30)
Narcis - Nobleman (31)
Hoy - Retired Teacher (83)
Rick and Nick - Tailors (R - 28, N - 29)
Now, how did all of them meet their untimely demises? TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, WRITTEN DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE/GORE, SUICIDE. PLEASE TAKE THIS INTO ACCOUNT WHEN READING FURTHER ON! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ WII: Joe - No one heard from him for a good while since his restaurant was suddenly closed, so it eventually drew the attention of police. When they went in, they found him in the basement of the restaurant, slumped against one of the walls and clearly long dead. He appeared to die clutching a kitchen knife in his hand. He represents Ataxophobia.
Kaiser - Kaiser’s somewhat anti-social personality did put some off from checking in on him too frequently, but they knew he was in and working when they heard the ticking of the clocks within his workshop. Concern arose when the ticking stopped. When concerned folks went inside the old man’s shop to check on him, They found him sprawled out on the floor, stiff. He was surrounded by clocks, all had their hands frozen at the hour of midnight. He represents Chronometrophobia.
Disco - Way too suddenly did Louie Brown's show get taken off the air. An announcement was made in the newspapers shortly thereafter that the host had passed away. Though they didn’t release details, he was found to have cords of recording machinery taut around his neck, still seated in the recording booth. And with the recording machine on, but thankfully not on the air. He represents Sedatephobia. Hippo - Hippo and his people (women, men and children alike) were quite sociable with the public. Seeing as they weren’t native to the town and after a great tragedy for the tribe, the king seemed to have a certain desperation to be accepted and gain a new home, considering what happened to them. However, the Hippoans were extremely generous and shared their culture with the townsfolk. But, they all just… vanished one day. It was presumed that perhaps Hippo had tried to guide them to live elsewhere, but no one can say for sure what happened to them. He represents Anthropophobia.
Hondo - Though nothing was visibly perturbing about him, laid on either a couch or his bed, his camera was in close proximity. When the photos recently taken on it were printed out, they showed cryptic, vignetted images of Hondo at angles that appeared as though another person had taken it. Though there were no signs that another person had ever been there. He represents Photophobia.
Hugger - He said he just felt tired, and was going to take the winter months to rest. No foul play, no signs of injury, no nothing. He just appeared to have passed in his sleep. He represents Nyctophobia.
Tiger - He was found with red scratch marks all over, which were initially thought to be self inflicted. However, the cleanliness of his fingernails and the angles of the markings made it almost seem like… something was trying to escape from his own body. He represents Rhabdophobia.
Don - He and his wife, Carmen, had been out all day on a lengthy fishing trip. Even when dusk had arrived and fog had started rolling in, the couple still hadn’t returned. Their fishing boat that came floating back to shore, belongings and equipment still on it, but they were nowhere to be seen. He represents Thalassophobia.
Aran - The last his coworkers saw of him, they say he was quietly sitting on the docks with his legs hung over the water. Something he readily instructed others to never do. The very next morning, he was gone. They never found him. He represents Megalohydrothalassophobia.
Soda - When the cold months came over the town, his charming little ice cream parlor closed for the winter as he said he was going to go for a trip to the mountains. After the winter was over, with no word or sign of the man, concern also arose for him. They discovered him a while after. He was completely encased in frost despite the warmth returning. He represents Cryophobia.
Bull - The toll of the church bells at night brought a sense of dread over all that heard it. He was found knelt in a praying pose at the front of the chapel. He was already dead, clutching the jewel of the necklace he wore in his hands. He represents Theophobia.
Macho - The singer known as “Deep Blue” by his many adoring fans had a dark cloud over his head. A rumor mill had churned much devastating gossip regarding his personal life. Some even say it drove him mad. Regardless of the true motive, the performer was found with a slit throat. Some suspect it was a suicide, as the letter opener that cut his throat was in his own hand. He represents Scopophobia.
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Gabby - Even though he was getting on in years, Gabby always said that there was never a time he felt alive, even since his youthful years, due to the plethora of health issues he had developed over the course of his life ever since he was born. “I don’t recall the last time I ever felt young and spry, if I even did in the first place. So, getting old really doesn’t feel any different.” As such, it was a well known rumor that Gabby read many books to cope, to feel some kind of whimsy in his ever shortening life. He was found dead in his sleep at his desk, an open book beside him. He represents Gentrophobia.
Hurricane - A thriving meteorologist, he loved the experiences of being up in the sky on hot air balloons. On an unsuspecting day during a storm, he suddenly fell unconscious mid flight. A bolt of lightning struck the hot air balloon he was riding and sent him crashing into a building. He died on impact. He represents Astraphobia.
Bob - An impoverished homeless man, he often wandered about with cigarettes on hand. He secluded himself far away from others while he smoked. No one has a clue what really happened to him, as he was discovered lying in the mud. However, it was suspected that he had asphyxiated. He represents Homichlophobia.
Dragon - The dragon dancer troupe traveled to the town from Hong Kong during Lunar New Year. He piloted the head of the dragon during the ceremony. How sadly ironic that such misfortune followed a dance meant to bestow luck. He was discovered slumped in a chair in the dressing room made for the dancers, with the headpiece of the dragon over his body.. and his own decapitated head in his hands. He represents Atychiphobia.
Muscle - He was alone one night, and that was all that it took. He was discovered in the morning with slit wrists, surrounded by blood soaked gauze. He may have tried to save himself. He represents Hemophobia.
Heike - The once aspiring dancer faced the Constellation's wrath despite being a child himself as well. His limbs were bloody and twisted, yet he still held his signature fan in his hands, and wore his signature performing kimono. He represents Pistanthrophobia.
Clown - The circus was never the same without him. His face was painted half and half with his two circus personas: Serenata the Opera Singer, and Burlone the Jester. He represents Coulrophobia.
Narcis - For the short period of time that night, while his servants were not overseeing him, the Constellation struck. Though efforts were made to enter his bedroom as the realization dawned that he was in danger, the door did not budge until it was too late. He was found with the skin of the left half of his face completely removed. On his fractured bureau, there was a message written in his blood: “The beauty of my heart was never reflected in my face." He represents Cacophobia.
Hoy - The death of the dragon dancer deeply wounded the old man, as he was quite close to him. He died of a broken heart. (Broken Heart Syndrome) He represents Philophobia.
Rick and Nick - It seemed like death wanted to keep them together forever. They were discovered seated on chairs next to each other, their left hands sewn together. It was noted that when there was effort to cut the thread, the fingers of the brothers would twitch violently. They represent Thanatophobia.
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Made an 1987 Venus, and a 2012 Venus, so I’ve been long overdue to make a 2003 Venus! Tada~
In this interpretation, Venus wasn’t initially separated from her brothers. Instead, she was raised alongside them-up until the family went on the trip to Japan to return Hamato Yoshi’s ashes. The whole ordeal with the ninja tribunal happened around about the same, however at the end, while erasing the turtles memories, the tribunal saw Venus’s mystic potential and took her away to be trained by them, wiping her families memories of her as well.
Skip ahead a few years, and when Leo his sent away from is family-instead of the Ancient One, he meets her. Another turtle willing to help who feels so so familiar…
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2k3#tmnt venus#tmnt leo#donnie tmnt#raph tmnt#mikey tmnt#tmnt april#tmnt splinter#tmnt fanart#tmnt au#tmnt venus de milo#this backstory would like majorly change season 5 which’ll be fun to mess around wiTH AHA#Also yeah she should probably? have one of the mystic necklace thingies on her design? but I was too lazy to remember what they looked likS#o also! I didn’t want the post to get long but Venus also had her memories taken by she regained them as her powers got stronger#which caused her to run away from the tribunal#Venus is the name she chose for herself without her memories#because it subconsciously reminded her about how Don would tell her all about the planets and stars when they were little
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