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Mm characters for artfight...
Puttin Felix and Mason there,, make a new ref for Rory, Shirley because she needs to be lol, make a new ref or smth for Vanilla (don’t forget the horns for the millionth time), Hallow, Ero, I think I’ll put Ash on there tbh, uhhhhhhh maybe even Nisha too I’m not sure about that yet, and I’m brain farted on anyone else cus I’m kinda tired brain lol
#random post#who else could I put there? who do I even got on there rn#prolly gonna keep Carolina and Jr there too#mostly cus their dads are there too lol#maybe I could put Steve there too but idk#fuckin uhhhhh who else. is there anyone else specific y’all want there or smthhh#mmmm teuflisch (which I’ll have to actually come up with a set design for em hebenah#mmmmgghh.
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"That's... actually a very good idea," DvD says, taking the buttons and looking them over. "Leon, you can record some basic words on these while I try to find portal design that can return this alternate Michelangelo to his home dimension."
"In the meantime, I think somebody is ready for bed," 'Phael jokes.
"Who?" Misa yawns.
Her brothers carry her back to the room and lay her in her bed, each one kissing her good night (though DvD is rather reluctant, and only gives in to the show of affection when Misa threatens to never go to sleep again unless he does). In the early morning, 'Phael comes in to check on her.
"Misa? You awake?"
He jumps when he sees the clawed, spiky creature wrapped around her like a faux fur boa. He almost calls out to the others to come rescue her before he sees that the creature -- 'Kitty Mikey' is sound asleep, almost protecting Misa, who seems to be sleeping deeply as well. She looks utterly at peace, even clutching his claw in one hand and hugging the end of his tail in the other.
"Phew," 'Phael whispers. "Nothing bad, just my nerves..."
'Phael quietly creeps across the room and shakes Misa's shoulder.
"Misa, sweetie, wake up?"
"Mmmmgghh...? Hmm?" she mumbles, one eye fluttering open. "F've more m'nutes...."
"Misa, Mikey made breakfast for you. Pancakes!"
Misa stirs, she smiles and sniffs the air.
"Pan-tates!" she cheers, having smelled the sweet scents of baking wafting in from the kitchen.
"Shh, not so loud--!"
Kitty Mikey's eyes pop open, the bright yellow sclera contrasting with the neon red of the irises. His body wraps even tighter around Misa, clutching her close to his chest as his eyes dart around and he growls low. Misa struggles against the hold, shouting in surprise as he squeezes her.
"Too tight, too tight!" Misa cries out, wriggling in his arms.
"Mikey, let her go! It's okay, mate!" 'Phael tries.
The alternate Mikey freezes, staring at 'Phael. At first, the snapping turtle is afraid that he might attack him. But the creature drops Misa, his claws shaking. He mews and whines, crawling closer to Raphael.
'Phael takes a nervous step back, raising his hands up to protect himself if the creature should leap at him.
The Mikey creature halts for a moment, studying Raphael's stance, his shaking hands, the fear on his face.
He starts to cry, shrinking back and trying to hide in his broken shell.
"W-wait, no no no, i-it's okay!" 'Phael whispers, lowering his hands once he realizes that... Mikey might be more scared of him than 'Phael is of Mikey.
He gently reaches out and rubs the Kitty Mikey's head, wiping the big gloppy tears from his face. Mikey's hands shakily reach up and wrap around 'Phael's arms, feeling them as though he thought he might phase through him. Raphael hears something like a relieved chuckle from the poor little guy, before he starts sobbing even more and hides his face in the giant hands that cradle it.
"Is... Is Kitty Mikey okay?" Misa worries, going towards them on her hands and knees, slowly crawling across her bed.
Kitty Mikey gives a wet, teary chirp. His tail reaches out and curls around her, lifting her up and placing her on his shell. She giggles softly as she gives little headpats and rubs his shell to help him feel better.
"Poor guy," 'Phael wonders quietly to himself. "How did he get like this...?"
Mikey looks up slowly, his eyes blurry and wet from crying. 'Phael is sure he's looking for something. Something from him. But he's not sure what.
"Now, how about brekkies, hmm?"
"Yay, pan-tates!" Misa cheers, shaking Mikey's frame with excitement. "Does Kitty Mikey like pan-tates?"
"Churrrrr," he replies.
"Well, let's not keep the others waiting," 'Phael says, directing the two out.
Mikey hops down from the bed, Misa still sitting on his shell and riding him like a little horsey. 'Phael walks behind them, watching cautiously (and nervously) as they head to the kitchen area. He doesn't know what could have happened to this Mikey; if he was born like that in his universe or if something made him like that, but he seems a bit too feral for his liking. And Misa riding on top of him like that just makes him all the more nervous. But, Misa seems to trust him enough, and so far he hasn't done anything bad... 'Phael knows that he's overly on edge, a crybaby and a scaredy-cat. He's been working on it, though, and this is a perfect chance to practice the benefit of the doubt.
The trio make it to the kitchen and Kitty Mikey freezes, letting Misa hop down and run to hug 'Phael's littlest brother.
"Good morning, little Artemisia!" Angelo says sweetly, getting down on his knees to scoop up his adopted little big sister.
"Good morming, Mikey!" she giggles, hugging him tight. "Mikey cooked pan-tates!"
"I did indeed; are ya hungry?"
"Uh-huh!" Misa cheers. "An' Kitty Mikey is humgry, too! Right, Kitty?"
The two turn to see 'Kitty Mikey', glued to the spot. The quills on his shoulders raise softly, his tail twitches. 'Phael wanders around to see his face.
He's in pure terror, his gaze pinned on the other version of him standing a few feet away.
"Kitty?"
What happens next, @littlemissartemisia??? 👀 👀 👀 👀
It's a dark and stormy evening.
You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.
The scratching continues.
Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?
You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.
It looks lost...
What do you do?
Misa stared at this new friend shaped person. Was that her brother? She wasn’t sure but she of all turtles knew what it was like to be cold, scared and alone in the rain.
The four year old got her rain coat on so she could walk them inside to her “box” “Hi I’m Misa! You are my lil brother now.” She said as she got them into the warm living room. The pink clad kid ran and brought a towel to help dry up the new buddy. “Here you go, nice and good…and misa gonna get you soup!” She pat their head and ran to make some.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt mikey#until i found you#until i found you au#rottmnt until i found you#double mutated mikey#little artemisia#rottmnt misa#rottmnt oc
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mmmmgghh darkgoon on the mind again
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Mmmmgghh~~
Hey F-Faye… I n-need some help…
*You find Jade at the front door wearing a tight full-body suit made of black latex*
Opened a cursed w-wardrobe… this l-latex s-stuck itself onto me and I c-can’t g-get it off…
G-Gods it’s tight…
@bi-gender-after-dark
*looking you up and down* Well fuck, ya look pretty in that-
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['pain is weakness leaving the body' bc ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST]
PROMPT | ACCEPTING
21. after losing part/all of their memory
❝ Fuck! –
– Uugh, God - God Damnit, my head is KILLING me! ❞ The concussion was bad enough, even after the stolen boost from the Master Emerald a fall like the one he had taken was too much for his physical body. Of course the only person who would drink with a minor cold AND a concussion would be Scourge, partially because he doubted anything could kill him at this point, and entirely because he had no idea the effects they would have on his brain and more specifically his MEMORY. Stumbling for a while he falls against the wall as a dull pain in his head makes itself known, the dizziness certainly didn’t help either, slowly his eyes open and he feels as if he’s going to vomit. Confusion washes over him and it shows on his complexion, ears are drooping and he looks a mess. As he fumbles for his shades, he barely manages to choke out his question.
❝-- Where... Where’s -- Why am I...? -- Mmmmgghhffuck! ❞
Slowly his hand moves to the bandage on the back of his head, and the hazy confusion morphs to fear. Carefully, his fingers prod and feel the edges of the bandages while his eyes close tightly and his jaw snaps shut, a sharp inhale through clenched teeth is heard as the dull ache becomes stronger and completely impossible to cope with for a few moments.
#mmmyis angst is my fave#| IN CHARACTER : THE KING SPEAKS |#| ASKS : ASK YOUR KING ANYTHING |#| V : DOUBLE TROUBLE |#speedyquills
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