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I love this AU
I love adoption stories so much
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tutant meenage neetle teetles#rottmnt fanart#Lou Jitsu's Kids AU#Lou Jitsu's Kids#rottmnt au#rottmnt human designs#rottmnt human au#rottmnt human splinter#rottmnt lou jitsu#lou jitsu#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt donnie#tmnt au#tmnt human designs#tmnt human au#you're adopted#adopted#adoption
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alright let's do this >:)
(raising your mystic kid au -- episode 0)
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reblogged version with script lol
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#rottmnt#my fanart tag#rottmnt fanart#tmnt 2018#hamato clan#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#turtle tots#rottmnt raph#mystic baby mikey au#mystic kid au#raising your mystic kid au#hamato yoshi#lou jitsu#hamato atsuko#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt au
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On Splinter and Colors
I know we all joke about Splinter giving the red-eared slider the nickname Blue and I agree that it is indeed a peak troll dad move, but consider-
This is what we see of the baby turtles in Goyles Goyles Goyles
And this is the same picture put through a colorblind filter showing protanomaly, or red deficiency
Through deuteranomaly, green deficiency
And through protanopia, total red blindness
Yeah, makes sense why Leo might be Blue.
(there's green blindness and blue deficiency/blindness as well, but Leo's eye bananas still looked red in those)
If you haven't gotten to high school physics yet or have forgotten that lesson: we have three cones in our eyes that respond to light of different wavelengths, perceiving the color red, green, and blue respectively. All the colors you perceive are a mixture of these cones receiving light and yelling at you. (except for purple, purple's kind of weird) (as is black and white, and magenta, and-there are a lot of non-spectral colors, actually) Color blindness occurs when one or more cones is bad at its job or not working, resulting in the eye having difficulty perceiving that wavelength or not being able to see it altogether.
Now, considering he did give another child Red, he most likely can tell some shades apart. So I doubt he's completely red-blind. But it's very possible that he's red-weak or green-weak colorblind and literally saw Leo as having blue stripes as an infant, because they were in a shade he had trouble seeing.
This could also explain why he wore yellow-tinted glasses. They might have literally helped him see better by filtering everything to a wavelength he could see more comfortably at.
But, you ask, why didn't the name 'red-eared slider' tip him off? Splinter's not a native English speaker. He's fluent, but it's his second language and it is very different from his first. English is a confusing and often contradictory language, so even if he realized that red-eared was meant to refer to the markings around their ears that were red-well, what does he know? English came up with all sorts of weird, misleading names for things. The black mamba isn't actually black, goldfish can come in all sorts of colors, and there's a frog called the mountain chicken. Who is he to argue?
#anyway i just thought of a funny scene where splinter is like#playing with some kids and refers to a blue block as red#and leo's like “yeah my crazy dad he was always fucking with us when we were younger”#and mrs o'neil pulls up a color blindness test on her phone “yoshi you're red-green colorblind”#“i am not!”#“what color are leo's stripes”#“they're red now but they used to be blue when he was a baby-”#“oh my god dad you ARE colorblind”#rottmnt#splinter#lou jitsu
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AH AH AH AH AH AH I AM SOBBING WHAT
OH MY GAWD
THE TITLE KILLED ME BROOOOO
I need you to know that is actually a line that Leo eventually says to Mikey once it's all sorted out
A historic event!! I was finally able to access the Artfight website on the first day!!!
What better way to ring in the 2024 Artfight season than to draw Mikey and Leo from the Lou Jitsu's Kids au by @phoebepheebsphibs
35 points for Team Seafoam >:)
#phoebepheebsphibs phanart#rottmnt#Lou Jitsu's Kids#Lou Jitsu's Kids AU#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt human designs#rottmnt human au
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✨Little bundle of joy?✨
After successfully destroying Draxums lab, Yoshi carefully takes the small turtle creatures back home with him ((He somehow finds his way back after stumbling through the hidden city)), but oh shit!- These small turtles got big from the last time he’s seen them!
Looks like he has no choice but to take care of them now😔😔
#tmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt raph#rottmntleo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt lou jitsu#rottmnt splinter#tmnt au#my art#a single mom who works two jobs and LOVES his kids and never stops🎤🎤#he does not know what to do#but at least he saved these innocent creatures#that’s all he cares about#not his career#not his own well-being#just these small creatures in his arms
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@allmightyscroll-swag came up with an au idea of what if the turtles were Lou Jitsu (he never became Splinter in this au) and Big Mama's bio children.
So I was immediately inspired to draw some half human half Jorōgumo designs!
Mikey (he/him) looks mostly human from the waist up, aside from the 4 eyes with yellow sclera (and the extra spider arms ig) But from the waist down hes alll spider baby!! Hes pretty half and half, at least compared to his siblings, though he cant produce any webs nor foes he have a poisonous bite he is still incredibly mystically powerful!
Now onto the twins!! (he/him for Leo and he/they for Donnie)
Theyre much more human presenting than the other two. And look like mirror images of each other. On their more spidery side (the one with the multiple red eyes) they both have patterns that go down the entire length of that side of their body. They both also have light purple hair, just a few shades darker than the hair Big Mama has in her human form, though Leo dyes his.
They both can produce webbing, but not in the same way big mama can make hers, in that they cant spew it as an attack, but can produce it as a steady thread (theyre both awesome at sewing) from the roof of their mouths. They also both have a venomous bite.
They can basically pretend to be human if they cover the more spidery side if their face with hair (thats why they have it grown so long) And hide their extra arms in a hoodie or something.
And finally we have Raph!! (he/she)
Clearly hes the most spider-like of his siblings, and his appearance often scares even yokai at first, and is often mistaken of an Oni. But have no doubt, she gives the BEST hugs ever!! He can spew webs just like Big Mama too, though her bite isnt as poisonous as the twin's, but has a stronger bite force.
Also this lad is BIG, almost as tall as big mama already! probably because hes afab, and female spiders are usually bigger than male spiders.
And of course, we need a family photo to finish this off:
#rottmnt#rottmnt big mama#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt lou jitsu#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#rottmnt au#big mama bio kid au#(work in progress title but idk)#why cant i stop making rottmnt turtle designs#its getting a little out of hand
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part 13
splinter is an interesting character. i went back and watched the show and do you know how many times this mans stopped himself from saying shitty shitty things to his kids? a lot! like visibly. and when he doesn’t this guy actually apologises?? i dont understand the fandoms beef with this guys parenting, he’s better than most parents i’ve met man istg
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#rottmnt#rottmnt michelangelo#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt residuum comic#residuum#c#g#eugh boy the trouble i had with this update#you know how long it took me to do the SKETCH LAYER???#6x the time it usually takes me#at first the one stopping him was leo and then it was raph#then i finally settled on splinter AND MIKEY started giving me problems#anyway#if you watch the show splinter does actually spend time with them in the first season#its just all mostly off screen becuase its not INTERESTING#do YOU want to watch them train via lou jitsu movies??#for a whole episode??#i do admittedly but im not the main demographic#want to know how neglected kids actually act? go read that neglected turtle au#its is VERY accurate
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Finished it yo.
4 chaos gremlins.
1 tired, depressed rat dad and two groups of different time and dimension hopping sons.
Who will win?
Give him the free boat ride 😭
#rottmnt#tmnt#art#crossover#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt crossover#turtle tots#lou jitsu#splinter needs a break#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2012#leonardo#animation#animatic#meme#chaos gremlin#kids are wild
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Draxum hadn't accounted for the fact that when he gave four hatchling turtles the DNA of a human being in order to give them greater intelligence, he would effectively be making himself a surrogate father to actual children, with wildly different needs.
When he sent his gargoyles to obtain a sample of DNA from Big Mama's prized warrior, the intention was to create his own. They were to be the prototypes for an army of simple creatures with just enough heightened intelligence to learn combat and follow commands, that he might defend Yokai kind with.
Instead, he quickly discovered the integration of human DNA had been a little over successful in allowing his test subjects to learn and think and feel in a civilized manner, going so far as to override some of their natural instincts as turtles that would otherwise allow them to learn to care for themselves. He had to feed them, by hand, with bottles.
Like infants.
They were easily distraught by unfamiliar things, and quickly became dependent on Draxum in every sense of the word. They babbled, they cried, they explored things with their hands, their tails, their mouths.
It was an unplanned adjustment needed to be made, but no matter. If anything, learning to understand the new hybrid emotions of these turtles would allow Draxum greater advantages when they grew enough to safely learn combat. Preferences, likes and dislikes, needs, diet, and so on, all became more complex areas of study.
Even a couple years in, he found himself continually surprised. Brain scans had shown that the turtles were more intelligent, still, than anticipated. They, truly, seemed more human in mind and function than anything else, with only some base instincts and behaviors left to influence their personalities. They retained many reptilian traits, but overall had the bipedal anatomy and function of humans and some Yokai. It had been an infuriating discovery at first, but Draxum had to admit that over time he became fond of it.
Each turtle had developed his own personality. The eldest, for example, had a love of plush toys, and showed a fierce protective instinct over the others. The youngest, Draxum had learned, was contrastedly reckless and excitable, not nearly so reserved or gentle as the first. Additionally, he was, decidedly, to be kept away from any and every writing utensil unless under strict supervision (unfortunately, this was learned a little too late, as was evidenced by the clear markings left in several work benches). Then, of course, were the slider and the softshell, who had the most bizarre relationship. They were constantly fighting with each other, but utterly inseparable, and each showed an incredible and unique curiosity, constantly exploring and watching and studying, with concentration filling their eyes in ways Draxum had never seen in other children so young.
Embarrassingly, it took another couple years before Draxum realized he couldn't simply refer to them by their species' names. It certainly was effective, but they were not the mild, simple creatures he had once expected them to be, and he knew that they never would.
Now, they were vocal, playful, inquisitive... energetic. By the gods, were they energetic. They never stopped moving, never stopped talking, never stopped eating, never stopped wanting or needing.
...This is why Draxum never had children of his own. It took all the time and energy he had to spare, and then some. Although it would be a lie to say he wished they were any other way.
They had so much capacity to learn, and with their emotional propensity could one day come to understand exactly why Draxum was doing this, which he knew would be an edge in their combative styles.
As he introduced them, slowly, to more of the world's culture and knowledge, he felt, in a new way, that their very existences were revolutionary. A perfect, synergistic unity between two entirely different families of genetic material, with numerous enhanced abilities. And they were children. They maintained all the properties of regular children, but had so much more in store! Such grand destinies! They would be, inarguably, the greatest warriors of their time when they were grown. They would be the compassionate, skillful heroes of all Yokai, the first of a new generation of super mutants, and the key to overcoming the evils of the humans who had overtaken the surface and posed such threat to all who lived below.
It was with great reluctance that he allowed himself to accept, however, that not all of mankind was evil. There were many forms of art, beautiful in different ways, there were some rare people filled with kindness, inventions that utilized resources in ways Yokai kind had never thought to. Perhaps he had been a little stubborn in his ways, a bias cementing over time that blinded him to some of the beauty that did yet exist in such a species.
Make no mistake, humans were a threat. Innocent families lived in fear, in hiding, of the governments and ruthless sciences designed to invade, to blaspheme the name of knowledge, with no regard for the safety of this people.
Draxum could live with being an outlaw to the Yokai if his experiments would lead to their salvation. He may be their villain in today's papers, but in history books he would be a hero.
Still, he wished to amend some of his practices. Even if only to his turtles, he would be known for his ability to change and understand. He would be fair, and he would be truthful.
And so it was that he told the turtles the nature of their existence. Perhaps he muted some of the details, to protect their minds until they had more understanding, but he would not lie to them about their DNA. He told them of Lou Jitsu, and their human genetics, and he begrudgingly allowed them access to the culture of the humans. He would let them choose their interests unbiased.
In the process, he came to know of some of the revolutionaries of human history. Though he wasn't particularly inclined to believe there were no evils involved, he was intrigued by the strange moral code that the humans boasted from their different time periods. The turtles, as well, were fascinated by the stories of war heroes and generals, seamstresses and inventors, artists and royalty.
Initially, when it came time to redesignate his turtles, Draxum had been inclined toward the names of those whose legacies persisted in the humans' culture even today- perhaps a president for the slider, a scientist for the softshell, a great general for the snapper, and an artist for the young box turtle. It seemed, somehow, clandestinely right; carefully considered to exemplify each of their personalities.
And although he had begun to get used to the possibility of names like "Monroe" and "Edison", his indecision on the matter seemed to be working against him. He was taking too long, and the boys were growing smarter.
It was a day in August, later that year, that he found his two youngest arguing over a Renaissance book, oddly enough. The elder two took to a game of knocking "secret patterns" on each other's carapaces, which he dismissed before he could allow himself the confusion that came with wondering why a five year old would want to knock on a spiked shell for fun.
After breaking up the fight and confiscating the book (which, as it turned out, the youngest only wanted because it had pictures in it, much to the chagrin of the other, who insisted that reading it was much better than just looking at the pictures), Draxum found himself idly flipping through pages of rustic images and rudimentary ideas, developed by people with strange names.
Maybe he was simply too tired to consider it properly, but, feeling defeated in his endeavor, he chose four names at random and assigned them to the young turtles, deciding it had been long enough.
It took a while to get used to, but soon "Raphael", "Leonardo", "Donatello", and "Michaelangelo" truly fit.
Over time, the boys grew... ravenous. They devoured everything- food, information, technique. They were learning quickly everything Draxum taught them. They practiced with Huginn and Muninn, leapt up, around, over, and through everything in the lab, and took special interest in action-filled films.
And Draxum grew fonder. He wasn't entirely surprised, of course; it's natural to develop some sense of sentimentality when caring for anything this long. Even if they had been the simple minded turtles he expected, he knew this was inevitable, to a degree.
What startled him was the sudden sense of fear that came with watching them train. The alarm that made his heart beat harder when one of them fell from somewhere high or any time they ran simple drills with weapons not blunted and made from wood.
He subtly began to intensify their defensive strategies, taught them where they were most vulnerable so they could protect those spots, insisted on perfecting their abilities to parry, block, and dodge before anything else.
And, over time, he found himself training them less often than before, thinking, "I must preserve their innocence and prolong their childhood experiences". After all, it was an essential part of development, was it not? If it were tarnished too much, they might become unwise or unjust as warriors. And, really, Raphael was only 8 years old, and he was the eldest; they were much too young to be exposed to the harshness of what their combative training was really for.
He told himself that, time and time again. He told them that, making certain they understood that their training was not a game. It wasn't untrue, certainly.
Really, he just wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to admit to what extent he cared about them, because it was too much. It was more than he could ever have been prepared for. It was more than that passion to protect Yokai kind ever was, and if he ever realized that, he might become the compromise to his own purposes, to the very reason these turtles exist this way to begin with, and then what? What was he to tell them, why was he to train them, who did they exist for if not the inhabitants of the Hidden City?
No. He couldn't do that. He simply would not allow it, not when so much was at stake.
And yet...
More and more often he desired simply to watch them. He was growing weary with worry, and with that tight feeling that arose in his chest each time one of his boys so much as frowned.
Raphael loved to carry his brothers on his shoulders. And he prided himself on being the big brother, in every way. He liked repeating instructions Draxum gave to the others, and tended to play caretaker anytime someone was sad, or had a bruised knee. He often played the "bad guy" in their made up games so the younger ones could "win", he was the mediator in big decisions, like what book they should read before bed, and he seemed always ready with an armful of stuffed animals when he wanted to express affection. So strong, incredibly strong, but soft spoken and sweet.
Leonardo adored Raphael. Just as Raphael did Draxum, Leonardo liked to imitate and repeat instructions. He tended to take charge in many of their childish endeavors, and had a propensity for dramatics and heroism, often pretending to rescue his brothers. This seemed to irritate Donatello to no end, unless he was also playing the hero, and often times he was. The two were usually glued to the hip, though Leonardo liked to make a point to tell all his brothers about everything that went on, and would take a movie night with the three of them over a one on one outing with Draxum any day. He was exuberant and joyous, and very driven by the concept of justice.
Donatello, similarly, seemed to care very dearly about maintaining a bond with all three of his brothers, but he was peculiar, often more reserved and enjoying his alone time. That child read and read like he might never get a chance to again, and he absorbed what he read like a sponge. Quite a few times Draxum found him pulling apart whatever he could get his hands on, and though an effort was made, there was no hiding place the boy couldn't discover in his quest for Draxum's tools. In spite of his quizzical, sometimes stoic nature, Donatello was sensitive, and very thoughtful. He would spend hours talking about his books and his ideas- some of which were very clever- and he was expressive in secondary ways- sitting nearer his brothers even without interacting, crafting things out of paper as gifts. Even the little heart-shaped mark on the back of his soft shell seemed a fitting part of him- he wore his heart on his sleeve, so to speak, and didn't even realize it.
And Michaelangelo. There was an innocence and joy and goodness about the smallest turtle that had struck Draxum. Even when he was younger he always wore a smile and liked to see the good side of things. And he idolized his brothers. With him had grown his creative inclinations, filling every colouring book, drawing on every wall, and absolutely plastering the other turtles with stickers. They were a pain to wash off, but Draxum couldn't bring himself to mind it, especially given the elder three always loved their baths. Ironically, it seemed Michealangelo did not, enjoying it only under specific circumstances. Heat, bubble bath, and bath toys had quickly become a necessity. So too did bath crayons, the need to express himself coming through even when bathing. Everything about the ornate box turtle was bright and colourful.
Draxum... loved them. Dearly. Every facet of their personalities and growth. Every unique trait and behavior.
It was terrifying. He couldn't afford to love them. He couldn't afford to see any more goodness in the humanity they showed. He couldn't afford to change his goals right now.
So he continued disregarding the feeling, trying to reason that everything he did for them was to nurture their instincts as warriors, as science experiments, as specimen.
But a pained scream one day, different from any of the ones he heard when they were frightened as infants, when one of them tripped and fell, when a spat led to hitting, sent his heart into his throat and had him racing through doorways with more urgency than he had felt for anything before.
He had demanded an explanation, panic translating to perceived anger, and three of his boys looked up with teary eyes. Three, but Donatello remained curled up on the ground, wailing his little heart out without ever looking up, and it was one of the most heart wrenching, painful sounds Draxum'd ever heard.
Raphael sat not far from the smaller boy, looking over his shoulder seemingly at nothing, at Donatello, then up at Draxum and back again. Both Leonardo and Michaelangelo burst into frantic, panicked explanations, none of their words coherent enough to understand through their tears.
When Raphael stood, exposing red-tipped spikes on his shell and pointing frantically to Donatello's, it didn't take long to figure out well enough what had happened.
It became quickly a very long day. All four turtles were distraught, and though Draxum had more than enough first aid knowledge to address the situation, bile had threatened to rise the very moment he pulled out the suture kit.
The cuts were deep, and jagged. And poor Donatello cried the entire time, even after a numbing agent had been applied.
Draxum had never thought that in depth about Donatello's soft shell. Not like that. He chose a softshell for the experiment because it would provide greater flexibility, greater agility. It gave an advantage that the hard-shelled turtles did not have.
Now, here... The soft carapace, spongy and leathery and bloody...
It was an accident. Of course it was, Draxum never doubted that. He had to assure that none of his boys were in trouble, no one was in trouble, no one had done anything wrong.
But for the first time he had to be honest with himself. For the first time he couldn't deny how much he cared about the turtles. His turtles. His boys.
He wouldn't, either. If this was what it was, if this was something that could happen again because he insisted on making them into warriors, into fighters- if this could happen on purpose, if this could happen worse, if this could happen with malice and hatred in mind...
Draxum wasn't unused to physical affection, by now. All four boys adored hugs, although Donatello was usually more reserved about them. Now, Donatello clung like his life depended on it, sniffling and whimpering, having cried so long he had no more tears. Draxum clung back, idly smoothing over the edges of the bandages, holding the frightened, exhausted turtle to his chest, cradling.
He did so until well after Donatello fell asleep. He couldn't bring himself to put him down. He accompanied the others to bed, assuring them once more that things were alright, and then simply stood in the walkway, holding his boy tightly.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't go through with it. They were children, every bit as innocent and deserving as the Yokai he wished to avenge and protect. He could train them, prepare them to protect themselves, but he could never send them into battle, ask them to put their lives on the line, much less demand it.
How could he?
It took months of processing, of agonizing his way through the healing process with Donatello, of watching the other boys proving their humanity, their curiosity, and their innocence time and time and time again. His mind was constantly at war with itself, his heart constantly in turmoil and distress, worsened by the turtles' confusion at his sudden change in behavior.
What was even worse was that they would.
They would absolutely sacrifice everything they had for his approval, and for what they understood as "right". He could see them, easily, being willing to submit their very lives to a greater cause if he asked it.
But was he "right"? Even if this experiment had gone exactly as planned, was he right for ever considering putting these turtles into the station of a warrior? Even if they had remained turtles in mind, if they never expressed complex emotion, if they could not speak, if they did not have distinct and colourful personalities, would it have been right?
Was what he saw in them now what they would have been at heart, regardless of circumstance?
Or was it the humanity, that he stole from Lou Jitsu?
Perhaps... perhaps it was time to learn. To consider the root of his motivations.
He couldn't do this to them.
How could he?
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise donnie#rise leo#rise raph#rise mikey#baron draxum#rise draxum#rottmnt fanfiction#whump#blood mention#rise lou jitsu#lou jitsu#(only mentioned)#to be honest with you I wrote this on a whim and i don't even really know why I felt inclined to#but I really like it#maybe i just needed to get some thoughts and feelings out#and I think this'd make a REALLY cool AU idea#would anyone want to see more?#if there were interest I think this'd be a lot of fun#lou jitsu stayed with big mama in her Battle Nexus and never met Draxum face to face#Draxum kept the turtles and He's A Good Dad Actually By Accident#he slowly learns to love the turtles like a real father and even to appreciate a bit of humanity through them#and when he finally realizes that he starts questioning his beliefs and morivations#he decides not to make the turtles his warriors because they're his KIDS#and the idea moving forward is that he would find Lou Jitsu and learn about humanity#Lou in turn would have developed a hatred for yokai because of his Bad Times as an unwilling warrior#and we get a whole mess of changed roles and bizarre moral conflicts#threw in the Raph Accidentally Hurt Donnie's Soft Shell When They Were Kids trope#that's a good one hehe
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me: ok im gonna work on artfight revenges now my brain: timmy hat in time me: what my brain: beta kid hat in time my brain: make them designs now my brain: redesign the others while your at it me: ok fine
#ahit#a hat in time#ahit hat kid#ahit bow kid#ahit moustache girl#ahit timmy#ahit beta kid#ahit au#theyre not really au designs but i just felt like doing them and they might change in the future#(not beta kid though i like their design)#also looking back at timmys hair...#its a pompadour with a mullet and a hair sticking out the side#sigh lou jitsu hairstyle get out of my brain... /hj
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@theplacewhereidumpmyinterests I can't talk about most of them because they're part of an AU verse I want to keep secret until I have the first fic that's part of it written, and idk when that will be (by summer?? HOPEFULLY??), but I guess I can talk about the other one because idk if/when I will write a fic for him (I'd like to but like I am only human)
"more AUs Dandy?" LISTEN all I do is sit around and think about "what if"s, okay?
ok so this started as me being like, hm, we see Lou Jitsu with a rotating door of women, so many he doesn't seem to remember all their names, so it's not totally out there to think he might have gotten one of them pregnant, right?
and thus Marcus (middle name Kyle) was born! literally!
so the story for this is, Lou Jitsu had a fling with a woman in the early 90s, pre-Big Mama. they were both in agreement that the whole thing was casual and it didn't last very long, but oopsie-daisy about six weeks after their last night together she finds out she's pregnant.
she debates what to do for a bit, because, as established, Lou Jitsu is kinda a fuckboi and she doesn't really want a relationship with him. But once she decides she's definitely keeping the baby she feels like she can't just not tell him, right? so she tries!
...unfortunately he's dating Big Mama by that point and she interferes to make sure that Lou Jitsu never meets with the woman and never finds out, because she knows this would get in the way of her plans.
she takes never hearing back from LJ as a sign he just isn't interested in the kid and resolves to single-motherhood. which she is the best at, btw.
she's still considering trying to introduce Marcus to his dad at some point, but unfortunately her kid isn't even 5 before Lou Jitsu suddenly goes missing, with his teary fiancée telling a sob story to the cops. assuming, same as everyone else, that he's dead, she lets the whole thing go, though she does tell Marcus who his dad is once he's old enough to understand everything.
Marcus goes through periods of being obsessed with Lou Jitsu, watching all his movies and consuming every piece of media about him that he can find, and periods where he can't stand to even hear the name. it's up and down. from his perspective, LJ abandoned him and his mom, but he's also dead, so it's not like he can have closure on this ever, right? so it's just a thing he has to deal with on his own.
but he's fine! he's alright. he gets through high school, then college, then accepted into vet school just fine.
then... his mom gets sick and dies.
yeah, that's a hard blow.
but he's alright! he has a few buddies from college he still sees now and then, and he's started his zoo vet residency at the Bronx Zoo (with a particularly special interest in reptiles), so lots of new people to meet that way! he's doing great! he's not lonely at all!
(a few months ago, he was suddenly woken up by a surge of something, like dozens of voices were crying out to him for help, tugging him toward something, saying his family needs him...
yeah, no idea what that was about. he doesn't have any family anymore.)
then the sky opens up and aliens come out.
Marcus is at work, because of course aliens would attack at the beginning of his shift. he spends the day ushering survivors into safe zones within the zoo, using his medical knowledge to handle first aid, and just trying to stay sane as the whole world turns upside down.
and then just as suddenly as it all started... it stops.
in the aftermath, everyone around him is just trying to get home, desperately calling their loved ones and praying for the best. Marcus starts trying to figure out how he's going to get home, because the trains definitely aren't running, and as he looks as his phone for a spark of inspiration, he realizes... no one has tried to call him. his coworkers' phones have been going off all day, whenever they can get signal, as loved ones try to reach them, but... he doesn't have anyone trying to reach him. and as he sits there he realizes he doesn't know who he should be calling, either.
so. that's pretty depressing.
and as he's sitting there, thinking about his life and what led him here, in a now empty vet clinic outside the bronx zoo... he hears a noise. and then, voices.
ah great. looters.
at first, Marcus tries to call 911 - but obviously the call center is swamped. so he decides to take care of the problem himself, going to see who's there and get rid of them...
wait, who is he kidding? he's definitely not paid enough to confront potentially armed looters! he's going to get out of here.
but just as he starts to leave, he hears the voices again - coming from one of the surgery rooms this time. and they're talking about IVs... scalpels... anesthesia...
suddenly he realizes that these aren't looters - they're here to try and treat somebody.
and like hell is he going to let some idiot kill someone trying to do DIY surgery.
so he turns back around and bursts into the room... on two humans, a rat that counts as giant even for New York, and four very big, very injured turtles.
one of whom immediately points a gun in his face. to be fair, that's what he thought would happen.
"Donnie!" yells the biggest one, and, oh, they can talk. huh.
"Relax, it's just a tranquilizer!"
"Donatello!" that's the rat. there's a sound like a whip cracking and the one with the gun makes a startled noise and drops it.
now the rat is in front of him. he's looking up at Marcus imploringly. "Do you work here?" he asks.
"Y-yeah. I'm a vet."
the rat bows very politely. "my sons are seriously hurt, and I don't have the supplies to help them at home. I understand it is a lot to ask, but... we must use your supplies. please, if you could just look the other way."
Marcus looks around at the turtles, especially the one on the table, the one worst off. he looks mangled. he won't live long if he isn't properly treated.
a rat, two humans who look like teenagers, and the turtles. who the rat called "sons". now that he's noticing, they're all pretty short, other than the big one. are they also teenagers?
"...Are any of you doctors?" he asks. the littlest one starts to raise a hand, but the girl grabs it and forces it back down.
everyone else has left by now. he's the only doctor here.
alright. guess he's doing this.
"...okay, everyone make some room. let me get sterilized, and I'll see what we're working with here."
and that's how the son Lou Jitsu didn't know he had becomes primary care doctor to his teenage mutant ninja half-brothers. ^^
(and then a bunch of other stuff happens)
#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#I hc that all the boys have their dad's eyes btw#so I had this joke planned where leo is like#hey this guy has our eyes too haha#donnie is like shut up leo you're delirious#he gets close to leo first just because he has to spend a lot of time with him#but he gets close to all of them over time#mikey talking about lou jitsu one day and marcus is like oh wow didn't know kids your age knew LJ#mikey like OF COURSE HE'S THE BEST#Marcus is like well you know I don't tell just everyone this but he's actually my bio dad#Mikey like haha that's so funny because#......................................................................wait#OHMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!#leo: we have to be better prepared for the next one of dad's love children#splinter: there are no more love children??#leo: how do you know you didn't even know about THIS one
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These goobers ✨❤️🧡💛💙💜🐢🐭
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#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt human designs#rottmnt human au#rottmnt human#rottmnt human raph#rottmnt human mikey#rottmnt human splinter#rottmnt human donnie#rottmnt human leo#tmnt au#tmnt human designs#tmnt human au#character redesign#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt lou jitsu#rottmnt yoshi hamato#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#Lou Jitsu's Kids AU#Lou Jitsu's Kids#redraw
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I think we as a society should be exploring how Leo is the most like his father out of all the boys, especially when comparing him to Lou Jitsu (even physically like he really is his kid fr)
#rottmnt#rise leo#lou jitsu#leonardo hamato#yoshi hamato#save rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#like is it just me or do they have the same smile#the need to have flair with everything they do too like this kid is so much like his dad#they have similar personalities too but its clear that Leo is not repeating his father's mistakes#definitely makes me wanna see if the others have any of their dad's traits like Leo does
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has anyone else been through this?
#i am so sorry#but i am a 12 stan first and a person second#bc like i enjoy the rise!kids#i think it's awesome that we a get a version of the kids that are so open with each other#and i love the worldbuilding in rise#but we're joking when we say that the rise!kids can beat 12 right?#right???#bc like those kids didn't even have training???? they just kinda picked up moves from the lou jitsu movies if i'm remembering correctly#i don't care if they have magic weapons#meanwhile the 12 have been training their whole lives and actively hone their skills#i need a fic where the 12 meet the rise!kids and the r!kids are immediately like#'new sensei? new sensei? /4/ new senseis????'#can we get like a training montage for the r!kids?#tmnt 2012#rottmnt#tmnt
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I have a professional map:
There is a difference between liking kids and being good with kids, and I swear some of the people who cannot tolerate kids are the absolute best with them. And then some people try so hard and they still can’t get a kids attention. They’d rather go hang out with the uncles that cannot tolerate them.
#let me know if you agree#I think the Casey’s are pretty malleable#despite the love we don’t actually know too much about them#I can imagine Casey Jr in any of the catergories#and honestly it may depend on the situation#me casually pointing out that Casey Jr and Lou Jitsu have the same face shape#wabbystuffpost#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#cass apocalyptic series#I think Leo grows to like kids#peepaw leo#belongs squarely with Mikey and April#I tried to find the cheesiest smiles#the over lines is intentional#rambles in tags#rise lou jitsu#rise leo#rise donnie#leonardo#donatello#rise Mikey#rise raph#rise april#TMNT#Michelangelo#Raphael#Cassandra jones#Casey jone Jr#casey jr
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new headcanon that splinter thinks his pain tolerance went down after his mutation because he's in pain more frequently, but what really happened is that because of the side effects of being mutated with a formula that was not intended to mutate a human, he actually just has chronic pain now
#bambi's rambling#rottmnt#rottmnt splinter#rottmnt hamato yoshi#rottmnt lou jitsu#rottmnt headcanons#splinter after developing chronic pain: wow i thought i was used to this kinda thing i guess not lol. anyway#he doesn't have time to figure out his health issues he's got four kids to raise in a sewer
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