#mutant ocs for the win.

[l0ul0uland]

First impressions:

Loopy flirts

After bishop took her in for the first time, Leo was called in to help take care of her cold and any injuries. Though….he’d already drugged her up to numb the pain, so when she saw Leo she…started flirting (lol), and Leo was NOT ready for that, but obviously threw one back at her.

@tmnt-ocxcanon-comp

(NOT MY ART, BELONGS TO MY ARTIST @chanderal )

[littleguys-ooc]

the otjer guy is doing this so.

[lemonking00]

Drawings I've been doing recently

I now have 3 fersonas. Do what that what you want.

[queewp]

discord is wilding bro

[foxsoulart]

[extrasfromthevoid]

Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 2/?)

@tmntbestsibscompetiton

Summary: Draxum continues to be figure out how to balance being a father with molding his found child into a weapon of war.

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Teaching Spawn to speak is a slow, arduous process, but a steady one. Draxum is starting with the standard surface tongue for now as it sees the widest use, even down in the Hidden City, but he intends to teach Spawn his native language at a later date. No sense in confusing the child’s small brain more than he has to.

Spawn still wakes crying most nights and then subsequently wakes him, either with her noise or by somehow clambering into his bed chambers and burrowing under his covers. However, the longer her lessons continue, the more intelligible her descriptions of her night terrors becomes. And they’re suspiciously consistent.

A hypothesis percolates in the back of his mind, but it's so out there that it can't possibly be true. Right?

Then one night, over the course of Draxum’s nightly observation of his young charge, he notices something in the darkness. A glow. So faint that he can only see it in near total darkness, but there is definitely a gentle golden light leaking from under Spawn’s eyelids.

Now, Draxum sits by Spawn’s bedside, bent over with his chin level to the mattress, utterly mesmerized as he watches her eyes twitch under her eyelids and small snatches of golden light leak out.

One possibility comes to Draxum’s mind as he recalls Spawn’s earlier behavior and testimonies, and the prospect excites him greatly. To think his hopeful little hypothesis actually held water!

“Incredible…,” he quietly marvels. “A human with an innate mystic gift…and such a rare one at that…!”

And he just found her wandering through the Hidden City! What luck he had to just stumble across something so rare. If Draxum thought that Spawn being his care was for the better before, he is beyond certain of it now. If Spawn’s innate gift is what Draxum thinks it is, then the humans would have had no idea how to guide her. Worse, they would have no doubt stifled and squandered her gift out of the ignorance that characterizes the human race.

Knowledge of the future is a heavy burden to bear, after all. But under Draxum’s tutelage, Spawn will bear it well.

——— “Keep your focus, Spawn!” Draxum bellows.

“Yes, Baba!"

One of Draxum’s plant constructs swings a coiled fist at the small child darting between its legs, armed only with a short blade. The construct only narrowly misses her as she rolls to the side at the last second. Draxum huffs, pleased.

Draxum purposefully made the construct to be fairly slow and lumbering, and its vines are soft rather than covered in rigid bark. Even if Spawn failed to dodge, she wouldn’t suffer terrible injury. After all, this would all be pointless if Spawn died or was badly injured during a mere training exercise.

Draxum watches on, intrigued as Spawn grabs onto the vines making up the construct’s fist as it pulls back, letting it pull her up with it. Using the momentum, Spawn climbs up the construct’s arm with impressive dexterity, slashing some of its densely coiled vines as she goes, using one to swing herself further up the creature as it quickly unravels and the creature tries to swat at her with its other hand. On its shoulder, Spawn drives her blade deep into the construct’s throat, swinging herself across the construct, dragging her blade along and severing the construct’s head. The construct stills for a moment before losing all structural integrity and collapses into a mess of vines.

Spawn tucks and rolls as the construct falls out from under her, springing back up onto her feet directly in front of Draxum, stumbling a little before standing attention with a proud grin on her face.

“Very good,” Draxum says

Spawn grins wider.

“If that was your first time,” Draxum finishes.

The grin falters and the child grows sheepish, as Draxum runs through the laundry list of mistakes she made during the exercise.

Granted, Draxum is truly impressed by the speed at which Spawn is improving. She’s grown into an excellent warrior despite her young age. If Draxum hadn’t known better, he’d conclude that Spawn had literally been made for combat, impossible though that is. But he can’t let her rest on her laurels and grow complacent. After all, if she is to lead Draxum’s army to take the surface back from the humans, Spawn will need to be more than excellent.

She will need to be perfect.

“Now. Why don’t we start with your landing?”

——— Spawn sits in the chair, her right arm belted down securely to the armrest, watching as Baba putters around his lab. She doesn’t really know or understand the specifics of what he’s doing, but knows the basic idea well enough. Baba is creating something that is supposed to make her stronger. Something that well ensure she can keep up with the army she’s meant to lead, and maybe even outpace them.

Baba had been rambling about this powerful entity that had appeared to protect the humans with strength and power far outstripping theirs. Again, most of it went over Spawn’s head, but Baba had been giddy with glee at finally attaining a usable sample of DNA from this entity, bragging that he would use it to further augment Spawn.

Spawn would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, but she trusts Baba. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think she would be safe.

Baba turns towards Spawn with a syringe of glowing green liquid, a solemn look on his face.

Spawn’s anxiety churns uncomfortably in her stomach at the sight of the needle.

“Are you ready, Spawn?” Baba asks gently.

Spawn nods, pointedly looking away from the syringe before she can lose her nerve and probably her lunch.

A cold, sterile swab is rubbed over Spawn’s upturned wrist. The spot numbs slightly and then Spawn feels the needle prick her wrist, sliding expertly into her vein.

Spawn doesn’t see when Baba pushes the plunger down, but she feels it as the moment the serum enters Spawn’s body, her nerves are alight with blinding pain. Only the straps buckled around her wrist and the crook of her elbow keeps Spawn from jerking her arm away from the offending needle, but even those creak and strain ominously as Spawn bucks in her seat as the pain quickly spreads. It feels like liquid fire is being injected into her veins, so unlike the concoctions Baba has used on her to ensure her health that feel like nothing at all.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

A scream tears itself from Spawn’s throat, raw and primal as she feels her body burn from the inside, before she even realizes.

Finally, Baba pulls the needle out just as the straps restraining her arm finally give and snap. Spawn feels the leather cut her skin, but whatever pain it produces is utterly and totally eclipsed by what roars in her veins. She pulls her arm close to her in a futile effort to dim the pain that rapidly spreads through her. Blind with this agony, Spawn tries to scratch at her arm, hoping futilely to claw the offending poison out if she had to. Her nails were surely sharp enough to pierce her own flesh.

Except her clawing fingers are ripped away again and again until it gets through to her—even in her frenzied and pain-blinded state—that something won’t let her claw her own veins out.

All she can do is continue to scream and writhe, tears streaming down her face as the pain rips and stabs and burns and breaks.

Distantly, Spawn thinks she hears Baba frantically speaking above her, but the pain is louder than his words, especially as she feels his calloused hands on her as she nearly thrashes out of the chair. His touch—usually a comfort to her—feels like a hot iron pressing against her skin, and she jerks away with a wounded yelp.

Spawn keeps screaming.

And screaming.

She screams until her voice is all gone and even after that, even though she is still consumed with immeasurable pain. Movement hurts. Stillness hurts. Touch hurts. The lack of touch hurts. Her perception of the world has been abruptly narrowed to this overwhelming pain, her thoughts wholly consumed by her misery.

Her every nerve is alight and all they have to announce is pain, inescapable and unending.

She wants to keep screaming. She needs to. If she stops, she’ll have nothing to distract from the pain she’s in and it’s already bad enough even as she screams her little lungs out. But her voice has been wrung out, reduced to choked gargles and whispers that do little to drown the deafening roar of her agony.

Spawn doesn’t know exactly when it happens, but her vision goes dark and she throws herself willingly into its depths. Anything to escape this pain. — When she wakes, Spawn finds herself cradled in her Baba’s lap, his head bowed and eyes ringed in dark circles, visible in the firelight of the parlor even in his sleep. The roaring pain has dulled to a persistent but much more bearable bone-deep ache. Her throat is dry and hurts the most of all.

Shifting minutely to get more comfortable, Baba jerks awake, looking around the room frantically before looking down at her with wild eyes.

“Spawn!?” He exclaims. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“Sore…,” Spawn rasps. She grimaces. “And thirsty…”

In an instant, Baba is up, carrying Spawn in his arms. Spawn winces as she’s jostled, but Baba is beyond gentle as he carries her into the kitchen.

Baba is silent as he prepares a lidded cup for Spawn to drink from, holding her in the crook of one arm the whole time.

Spawn wants to gulp down the contents of the offered cup, but Baba keeps her intake slow and steady. When the whole cup is drained,

Spawn’s throat feels a little less raw.

“What happened…?” She asks hoarsely.

Baba forces a smile and sets the cup aside, clawed fingers lightly brushing her hair back from where sweat stuck it to her forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he murmurs brokenly. “I…I didn’t expect it to hurt you this much.”

Spawn leans a little into the touch, quietly thankful that even this feather-light touch doesn’t alight her nerves with agony now.

Exhaustion creeps back in, dragging her eyes closed.

“I forgive you,” she mumbles before sinking back into the depths of sleep, safe and secure in her Baba’s embrace. ——— (Previous) (Next)

[pommigranite]

Fulfilling Promises

okay guys so- context

basically quinn (@josephmunson86) was like "what if Pommi and Elana had hair???" and i was like "omg yes you absolute genius", but then my adhd took over and was like "but what if they had clothes??? and what if-"

so we have this (prob gotta click for better quality lol):

(i did not make the bg, its a jpeg from google lol i could not be bothered this time around)

anyway fanart's gonna be in a separate post okay bye ily 💙

[percy-eats-souls]

Listen up everybody! Before I get to the story I have to clarify that Echo didn't get her abilities from her Scythe (that's her weapon). She went through tremendous pain to get her abilities and is jealous of the others since they barely went through any pain to get their powers. (Jk she knows they've also been through a lot)

TW: Mention of blood and injury

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It was another day of Echo in the battlefield and she was fighting for her life, but she ended up loosing. When she got back to her cell and there was alot of dried up blood on her and a few injuries, someone came and decided to pay her a little visit.

"Hello Echo" Big Mama said through the cell's door. "It seems that you've failed to impress me today" Echo felt a shiver go through her spine when she heard Big Mama say that. "I'm sorry, I'll do better next time" She promised but Big Mama had other plans... "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. You're getting to weak and I think you need a energy boost just like the rest."

Big Mama opened the cell and started to drag her to where she had ancient relics and spells. Once they got there Big Mama picked up a collar and forced Echo to put it on. But once she did she started to feel a shock a pain go through her body and she screamed in pain. P-please make it stop...I promise I'll be better at winning....!" Echo begged and was shaking violently while looking at Big mama with tears in her eyes. "I'm b-begging you! Please make i-it stop! It hurts so m-much...." And that was the last thing that was heard from her before everything went black.

Echo woke up in her cell and touched her neck to make sure that the collar wasn't there. She looked around and then saw a bottle of water next to her with a note attached to it. "My Champion, you should rest up and drink some water since you have a big day tomorrow. This time make sure to NOT disappoint me again or else there will be consequences." -Love, Big Mama

She sighed and drank the water, but then she remembered that Big Mama said something about getting a Energy boost? She threw the bottle of water into the air and tried to do something. Soon enough she ended up making the water float in the air but it only lasted a few seconds. She watched the water soak into the ground and just went into the corner of the cell to go to sleep.

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And that's how Echo got her abilities. The end was kinda rushed but it's fine, but I have a thing I want to say to you @smol-bean-boi13. You don't have to draw everything that I write, I mean you can if you want to but make sure to take breaks once in a while and drink some water and eat some food.

But anyways, bye!

[catbirdstations]

i love swirling my beloved ocs kalarra and marie around in my brain. theyre like concentrated sulfuric acid and potassium permaganate. theyre like morticia and gomez addams. theyre like the 2 scary neighbors from a slapstick movie. theyre like the two girls from a anime seen as just gal pals.

[l0ul0uland]

EATING UP THE COMP PROMO‼️‼️‼️

Proopaganda time!!! This is for the @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp >u> The poll itself is over here: Link If you could be so kind to vote for my blorbos~ (Also despite being chibis, this took a lot more work then i though to make)

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[a-leg-without-fear]

Entre, Rouge🩸🔥

this is very silly

Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader 🩸

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 666

Warnings: story is told from Wade's perspective. need i say more?

Phew!

Okay, that last Wolverine didn’t quite work out. Several stab wounds in the shape of adamantium kebabs aside, I just wasn’t a fan of his vibe. The puffy hair, the leather ensemble, and the missing hand? No thank you. I’d like an intact Wolverine with access to a shower and a hairbrush to help repair my universe.

I sat on the log I once shared with the extremely-departed Logan. Lots of blood and guts spilled everywhere, pieces of TVA agents and metal bones strewn about the snow, thick snowflakes falling through the naked trees and onto my illustrious red suit.

Oh, I should probably introduce myself.

The name’s Wilson. 

Wade Wilson. 

Wade Winston Wilson. 

Doctor… Esquire. 

Also known as the ever sexy and permanently alive Deadpool. Sure, I look like the gum-covered underside of a highschool desk, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop in my quest to fix my universe and save my friends. Like Lancelot and his Holy Grail, I’m going to find a Logan and shove him into my timeline until he fits. Or do whatever happens in that story.

The little dimension doohickey I nabbed from discount Mr.Darcy sat in my gloved hand. Lots of retro graphics and shiny buttons made it look like a flip phone, but fancier. I was scrolling through universes to try and find my next target.

“420? No, I don’t think I want pothead Logan. 69? Now that’s just too obvious,” I muttered with a laugh while flipping through universes. The numbers scrolled by like etch-a-sketched fruit in a slot machine. Except without the pants-tightening excitement of winning a jackpot.

My yearning for walking through rows of old geezers sitting in their own piss puddles while mindlessly playing the slots was overtaken by a fascination in the universe that filled the screen. Confetti exploded in my head like an edged bottom who’d held out as long as he could.

“Bingo!” I said, jumping up from my spot on the crumbling log. My fabulous boots made a nice crunching sound as I walked through blood-stained snow.

Earth-80085.

The Legiverse.

A universe filled to the brim with horror, trauma, copious sex scenes, and hyperfixations switching faster than Nosferatu fiddling with his light switch. You know the one.

I jammed the “go” button on the doohickey and a huge portal appeared in front of me. Orange, glowey, translucent, door shaped. Kinda looked like jello if you squinted.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” I asked myself, naïvely, “I’ll get burst like a blood-filled water balloon by Leg’s OC of the week? Nah, she wouldn’t do me like that.”

Taking in one last chilly breath of determination, I skipped through the portal.

What I was not expecting to step into was a bedroom.

Pale green curtains blocking out any sunlight, wooden walls with cutesy pictures, cat towers and toys scattered on the carpeted floor. And…

Is that… moaning?

My head whipped in the direction of that delicious sound. Rumpled and soaked sheets, wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it, bed creaking under the rapid movement.

And there, tangled together in the way God definitely didn’t intend, were you and Logan. Him driving into you, toned abs flexing with each thrust and fluffy hair bouncing, with you squirming and moaning beneath him. Logan’s rough hands felt along your lucky hips.

“Damn,” I whispered. Why did you get to have all the fun? Can’t I get a little Lo-Lo action?

I hung my head, disappointed, as I pressed the “leave” button on the doohickey. It wasn’t fair! Readers get to fuck whoever they want, however they want, whenever they want. They even fuck me on a regular basis! And where does that leave poor Deadpool? Either in another fanfiction or taking care of myself the ol’ fashioned way.

Ignoring the growing discomfort in my rather-flattering pants, I stepped back through the stupid doorway to continue my search.

Why are all the good ones fucking, crucified, killing me, or Henry Cavill?

i got drunk and watched the third "night at the museum." this popped in my head while watching hugh be a silly man

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[ravenn-darkholme]

Permanent Price - chapter 5

Alex Summers x Mutant!OC

Summary: Isabella Darkholme, sister of raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier. Also a mutant. Her mutation allows her to blend in with the light rays, turning herself and whatever she's touching invisible.

warnings: none that I know of

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It seemed the little show of everyone's powers made the group a lot more relaxed. Drinking, music, and games were what kept them occupied. Isabella put forcefields around some of them whilst they unleashed their powers whilst the others watched. Maybe they were all drunk on adrenaline (and alcohol) but they didn't see anything bad about what they were doing. This day was the most fun Isabella has had in a long time. For once she actually has friends apart from her siblings - as much as she loves them. Isabella of course enjoyed hanging out with the others but she specifically enjoyed her time with Alex. And he thought the same.

They both played against each other on the arcade games situated at the back of the room, whilst the others did whatever they were doing. All of them were drinking minus Isabella. Whenever she drank her powers got out of control plus her anxiety always went through the rood even with the tiniest sip. Although she was still having fun, this day was kind of overload for her as she wasn't used to being this social so she sat on a window seat to recuperate her energy. 

She felt a presence join her and Alex sat down in the seat next to her, holding a bottle of water. She supposed it was for her. "What's the matter star? you were full of it earlier," he said, holding out the water. belle smiled at the gesture also noticing the nickname. She liked it. "It just got a lot for me. I'm not used to so many people." She said smiling sadly. "I understand. It got lonely in solitary, but it was safer for everyone else."  "It's not your fault what happened. You couldn't control your power, don't blame yourself." She said softly grabbing his free hand. They sat in comfortable silence for a good five minutes until Alex broke the silence by saying. "You wanna play a game of table tennis."  "Sure but just know I'm the table tennis champion. You're going down." She said moving toward the table. Table tennis was one of the joys of her childhood. Isabella and Raven's mother taught them all kinds of tricks to win and they worked every single time. "Oh really?" Alex asked with a smirk. "Yeah, my mom taught me how to win every single game." She stated proudly.

"Oh, it's on now, star," Alex said. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." ⋆✩⋆

It brought a smile to Isabella's face to see everyone so carefree, but that bubble of enjoyment burst rather soon when Moira, Charles, and Erik came barging in through the broken window in disbelief. "What are you doing!" Moira's loud voice bellowed throughout the room as everyone fell silent. "Who destroyed the statue?" "It was Alex." "Snitch," Bella said defending Alex. "Havok." Raven corrected quickly. "We have to call him Havok. That's his name now." Isabella moved from her spot next to Alex and placed a hand on Raven's shoulder, trying to tell her this was not the time. But Raven shrugged her sister's hand off, approaching the three. "And we were thinking you should be called Professor X." She pointed at Charles before turning to Erik. "And you should be Magneto." "Exceptional." Erik's voice was monotone as he looked at the shapeshifter and her face fell with the lack of excitement from the two. "I expected better from you, girls," Charles stated looking at the sisters before following Erik and Moira. Isabella went to follow after Charles feeling unhappy she disappointed him when she felt a hand on her shoulder stopping her. She turned to see Alex with a small frown shaking his head. She realized she was falling back into old habits, being Charles' shadow, and not making her own decisions. So Belle sat next to Raven, Alex standing behind her on the couch. 

"Raven." Isabella softly placed a hand on her shoulder, making the blonde look up at her with gloomy eyes. "It's not our fault. We were just having fun. Being kids like he claimed he wanted for us." "Well, it seemed that Charles has forgotten that." Raven scoffed, a frown on her face as she turned her head to aimlessly stare out the window "Look." Isabella began carefully, her eyes flickering over all of their faces. "If we all have one thing in common it's that we had to grow up way too soon. We all faced our own struggles, and we all lost a part of our younger selves. But that doesn't replace the fact that we're still young." "We were reckless, and we made a mess. That's true, but we also cleaned it up. Now I want all of you to stop moping around." Bella told them sternly her eyes flashing dangerously.  "Or Charles and Erik are the least of your concerns."  Raven chuckled softly and the others nodded in gratitude, "Thank you." "Don't worry okay? Everything will work out." Belle patted her sister's shoulder comforting her. Bella was proud of herself for handling the situation with maturity. Usually, she would have crumbled under her older brother's stare trailing behind him. If not for Alex she would have.

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It was the next day and after last night's events they were all a little worn out and unhappy. Whilst Darwin and Alex were playing a pinball machine, the other sat around staring into space in silence.

“Do you think it will?" Angel asked breaking the silence the girls plus Hank sat in. 

“What?”

"That everything will work out?" She clarified.

"I like to believe it's true," Raven answered a small smile gracing her lips as she thought about her younger (by 2 minutes) sister.

“I hope so."

Their conversation was cut short when laughter emitted from the other side of the window and they all turned toward the source to see two government agents staring at them.

"I didn't know the circus was in town." One of the men mocked.

"Hey come on honey, give us a little..." he fluttered his hands in a mocking manner looking at Angel.

"No? Come one let's see the foot."

Hank rolled his eyes before standing up and shutting the curtain as an imminent quietness fell over the group.

"They're just guys being stupid." Raven tried to comfort the raven-haired girl.

"Guys being stupid I can handle, okay? I've handled that my whole life. But I rather a bunch of guys stare at me with my clothes off than the way these ones stare at me." Angel huffed

"At us," Isabella said. She was glad none of them were alone anymore. Yes, she had raven and Charles but none of the others had anyone like them before.

A sudden loud rumble interrupted the tense silence and everyone sat up straight.

"What was that?" Darwin asked turning away from the game he was playing with Alex to look at the group as the banging noise continued.

"I don't know. Something doesn't feel right." Darwin hurried towards the window to open up the curtains again as they all huddled in front of it and stared outside. Before any of them could investigate further a whooshing noise caught their attention and they all looked up into the sky where two figures appeared.

"What is that!"

Suddenly one of the men disappeared in red smoke while the other came soaring to the ground, landing right in front of them. A sickening crunch echoed over the yard as shrieks escaped Raven and Isabella's mouths. She placed a hand over her mouth in shock, staring with wide eyes at the deformed body of the boss of this facility before she came back to the present as Alex pulled her away grabbing her hand.

They all started to get away from the window when more agents started to fall from the sky, each sickening crunch reminding the group of another dead person lying motionless on the ground.

"Just try and stay calm alright," Alex muttered to Belle trying to comfort her. Bellas's heart hammered in her throat as she tried to keep calm sticking close to Raven and Alex. Suddenly more agents appeared in the courtyard with guns. One hammered on the glass eyes wide.

"Stay back. Do not leave that room. were under attack!"

Chaos transpired moments after when a red figure appeared abruptly in the middle of the courtyard. Gunshots rang through the air while shouts followed soon after.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

They all ducked down behind the couch in fear, terrified screams leaving their lips as they watched the scene unfold in front of their eyes. Bullets hit the glass separating them from the fight and Belle placed her hands in front of her projection a forcefield protecting the group from the shards of glass and bullets.  Behind them through another glass window, the group could see a large - what looked like a hurricane -  appear out of nowhere, leaving destruction in its wake as it tore cerebro apart.

"Stay here my ass! Let's go!" Darwin shouted as he stood up straight rushing towards the door as everyone followed behind him. They were soon stopped by more agents as they tried to get them back but they didn't move.

"We can help!"

"We can help! We can help!" Panic seeped through Bella's veins as they continued to hold them back when a terrifying explosion followed that shook the facility. The group ran down another hallway only to hide behind a couch again, crippling anxiety running through her veins as she stared with wide eyes at the chaos ensuing outside. Suddenly the tornado that previously destroyed Cerebro was coming closer and closer. Isabella got ready to cast a forcefield even though her energy was low. 

A terrified shriek erupted from the back of her throat as a man came barreling towards the window, breaking the glass as another scream left the girl's mouth. All of them huddled together in fear as the last few agents were slaughtered in the courtyard and the red devil-like man came marching forward, climbing into the room through the broken window at the same time as another man crawled through the broken window on the other side neatly buttoning his jacket close. There were a couple of gunshots from the hallway, as more shrieks echoed through the room when suddenly a voice spoke up from out there,

"Wait, wait! you want the mutants? They're right through that door, just let us normal people go! We're no threat–" A loud crack followed and Isabella's hand shot up to cover her mouth in shock.

A shadow formed through the tinted window before a man stepped inside the room with a strange helmet on his head. There was complete silence that loomed over the group, like there was a knife pressed up against their throats, withholding them from making any sound.

belle could feel her heart rapidly beating inside her chest, panic coursing through her veins as her eyes darted between the three people. She could feel her headache. 

"Where's the telepath?"

"Not here."

"Too bad." The unknown man lifted the helmet off his head.

"Well, at least I can take this silly thing off."

They all watched with wide eyes as he brushed his hand through his hair before introducing himself.

"Good evening. My name is Sebastian Shaw." He started to stalk forward, like a lion creeping up on its prey.

"And I'm not here to hurt you."

His speech was interrupted as a man came into view from outside of the room, his gun pointed at Shaw as he naively threatened the man.

"Freeze."

"Azazel," Shaw said before the red devil-man teleported towards the government agent, killing him swiftly before returning to his previous spot.

"My friends, there is a revolution coming." Shaw continued holding his arms out holding his helmet out for the neatly dressed man to take. Isabella narrowed her eyes at the man, holding her head up just a bit higher despite the fear that was close to taking over her body.

"When mankind discovers who we are, what we can do, each of us will face a choice."

Isabella stood in front of the group with Darwin beside her. Her power was probably the best to use right now. Although her energy was low she had to try for the group. 

"Be enslaved." He paused, scanning all their faces. "Or rise up to rule."

Isabella took a deep breath as she watched the man with calculated eyes. He was trying to turn them against each other, he knew they all had a fear of being rejected by society and he was playing into it, using it to his advantage.

"Choose freely, but know if you are not with us, then, by definition, you are against us," Shaw said.

"So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate and fear you, or you can join me and live like kings." He looked at all of them, trying to see their reaction before his eyes landed on Angel. 

"And queens."

Belle focused her attention on the raven-haired girl who stared intensely at Shaw's outstretched hand before finally taking it and letting the man lead her away.

"Angel?" Raven asked shocked.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Come on." Angel nodded towards Shaw like it was the obvious choice.

"We don't belong here. And that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Please, Angel." Isabella stepped up beside Darwin who held his hand out for Angel.

"Don't do this. If you follow him, everything bad, anyone has said about mutants will just be proven right. We have to show them we are not the bad guys."

"They give me no choice, it's in their nature." Angel countered, eyes flickering to one of the dead facility members who was mocking them earlier. Angel turned around to follow behind Shaw.

"We have to do something," Raven whispered as they watched them climb back outside through the broken window. Belle watched as Darwin whispered something to Alex before they began to shove each other around.

"Stop! I'm coming with you!" Darwin shrugged away from Alex's grip to march towards the other four.

"What? Darwin no!" Isabella stepped forward utterly confused as Shaw stepped forward to approach Darwin.

"Good choice." He nodded. "So tell me about your mutation."

"Well, I adapt to survive." Darwin shrugged as Isabella watched the scene unfold in disbelief.

"So I guess I'm coming with you."

"I like that." Shaw grinned holding his arm out, motioning the dark-skinned man to join them. He nodded coming to stand next to Angel before he shouted suddenly.

"Alex!"

"Get out!"

"Do it!"

And just like that Darwin pushed Angel aside, covering her with his body as it turned to stone. Red pulses formed around Alex before he shot them toward Shaw with a loud shout. But instead of decimating Shaw, the man only absorbed the beams of energy.

"Protecting your fellow mutants?" Shaw taunted maliciously, As Isabella came away from the wall next to Alex ready to throw up a forcefield.

"That's a noble gesture. Feels good."

Suddenly Darwin moved forward to attack Shaw, only for the man to block him taking ahold of his jaw.

"Adapt to this." He whispered, throwing the energy he absorbed towards Darwin, the ball being forced down his throat. They all disappeared in thin air as Darwin started to shake and tremble, his body trying to turn itself into something that could withstand the sheer amount of energy coursing through his body to no avail. He held his hand out towards them, now in some sort of lava-like form before he imploded, a strong white light blinding them all for a moment as the remaining parts of Darwin exploded heading for them, Isabella projecting a forcefield protecting the last five. She dropped it turning to Raven and grabbing her in a hug. None of them had ever experienced anything like this, leaving them traumatized. The last part of Darwin, now a pile of ash.

authors note

Alex's nickname for Belle :')

[tmntstorycomp]

TMNT Story Comp Ultimate Midround Hightime Hell Tournament Round One

Meet the competitors under the cut!

Hopelessly Surviving Leo from Hopelessly Surviving (belongs to @nights-flying-fox) "HS leo died and came back and I have no doubts that he has the guts to face a bear, he doesnt really have to worry about dying again and I think he would be angry enough to go through with a full fight with it! Hes died before and he was fine, why not fight a bear for the hell of it??"

--- Tigerclaw from Black and Brown Fur AU (belongs to @Ainaro0or) "He is trained for years to be the perfect bounty hunter. Has many experience with wild animals and also he is a tiger. He’s bound to fight a bear at some point bearhanded (heh). The fact that he is also has the honor of being Shredder’s adopted son proof that he is capable of do anything to make his father proud. And i mean, ANYTHING."

--- Vaasvi from But First They Must Catch You (belongs to @mudlarkspur) "Vaasvi is an oc version of Sunita's grand googly. (ey/em/eir) Former battle nexus fighter that participated in fighting British occupation in India before moving to the Hidden City 100+ years ago. Ey's an expert in both kalaripayattu and silambam martial art styles and is a slime yokai with resistance to a lot of damage types. Ey could take a bear in a fight."

--- Raph from Erica (belongs to @13runningsomething) "Given that Raph has Hanahaki from suppressing his anger around his family, I feel like he’d put all his repressed rage into this fight just to keep the flowers at. It might give him enough of an edge to win"

--- Kama Chameleon (belongs to @Oddpocalypse)

"Kama is a prodigy martial artist obsessed with proving she’s the Champion! When the Foot Clan unveils their Ultimate Ninja Showdown, she jumped at the chance to make it big! Unfortunately, the ��cash prize” was getting mutated and indoctrinated into the Foot. Fortunately she did get kickass powers and super mutant strength! That’s a plus! I don’t know why she would be near a bear. But she would kick its ass for bragging rights alone. After all, bears can’t maul what they can’t see and aren’t immune to energy projectiles! Get it’s ass girl."

[l0ul0uland]

ACK ITS OUT😭😭 HELLO COMPETITORS AND MOOTS

TMNT OCxCanon Comp Bracket Round 1

As requested here's the line up for the polls. Each colored segment represents a week of polls so if you don't see your ship in the first week don't worry you're turn is coming.

Round 1 match ups under the read more so you don't have to squint or zoom way in.

@fruitgoops | @aotuurle

@emma-the-artkid | @sweet-discordia

@atlantahammy | @travajoke01

@mishacakes | @lec743

@agentturtlecupcake | @clown-froggi

@starry-eyed-adam | @haro0o

@honeylief | @acquainted-guy

@littlemissartemisia | @mrabubu

@countlessgifts | @lovelettersbythesea

@funkycrabturtle | @incognito-duo

@mylenapony11 | @pomeroni

@mxalmighty | @deadddreamers

@buthowboutno-spamming | @yandere-fresita

@cippercopper | @sady-is-secretly-an-alchemist

@xosogo | @lartiel

@charcoalsdestiny | @sweaterrat

@karonkar | @carsonzsworld

@jaydawne | @smol-bean-boi13

@chachachachurro18 | @mortallytransparentzombie

@princessjadyn15 | @trentsambuccus

@morning-sun-brah | @l0ul0uland

@borderline-bat | @zinzabee

@jpasionr | @ally-the-artistic-turtle

Remember this is an all ages contest and the match ups where randomized. Respect everyone's boundaries and have a good time!

[rubus5678]

Hello! I saw your post about oc's and you've come up on my page a few times now, and I'll gladly ask about them!!

Pick for me your non-human rise oc, or the silliest goober, and tell me their relationship to the main turtle cast! How did they react to them being mutants? Did they start out well from the start or not? Are they enemies? Spill it all!

Ooooo thank you for asking! I'm assuming you're taking about Dee-Dee (the Bee mutant you saw)! He IS, in fact, the silliest goober on the team. He's just so fun loving, who could hate him?

As for the main relationship with the main cast (minus ocs since that would make this SO long)...

Raphael:

Oh God where do I even begin-

Dee-Dee is basically season 1 Leonardo with no character development yet. Raphael DOES like his high spirit since it reminds him of Mikey, but sometimes he can't stand his ego and reckless. Unlike Leonardo, who had to mature since he was a leader, Dee-Dee had no reason to change who he was! Dee-Dee likes Raphael a lot, but he just hates how "restrictive" he is. He's a bee! Let him buzz a bit! Overall, their relationship is pretty much how you would expect an older and younger brother to act!

Leonardo:

I feel like besides Michelangelo, Leonardo got along with Dee-Dee the most. He loves his outlook on life! His whole "you only have one life" mentality resonates with him on a spiritual level! Leonardo likes to take Dee-Dee out in mystic city to explore since he's still getting used to being a mutant. They both always have to be supervised because something ALWAYS goes wrong when they're alone. But trust me, these two are the highlights of the party when they come in. Leonardo is definitely Dee-Dee's favorite.

Donatello:

I'm not gonna lie, Dee-Dee gives Donatello a headache half the time. They are polar opposites. Donnie likes science, Dee-Dee hates science. Dee-Dee is fast paced, Donatello needs to slow down. Only thing that they have in common is the fact they're both batshit insane sometimes! They're both emotional (though hate to admit it) and struggle with that fact. While Donatello is more prone to outburst of happiness (ie in lair games when he wins the pizza toss), Dee-Dee is more prone to anger. They do get a better relationship overtime, but overall they have a sort of rocky relationship at first.

Michelangelo:

The little brothers of the team, with Dee-Dee surprisingly being younger (only by a few months) than Mikey! When they first met, it was an instant connection! Mikey likes to talk, Dee-Dee likes to talk WAY more. They went on about whatever and whoever they wanted! That's sort of how Dee-Dee was introduced to the crew in the first place, believe it or not. Mikey loves the fact that he has a little brother figure now! Dee-Dee loves being the youngest one for a change! Before being mutated, he was always expecting to care for his younger siblings (which can drain any 13 year old), so he wants to be young and free! Mikey makes him feel that way! Overall, best friends. They work together so well!

[formulapop-cb]

Christopher: FP1 and FP2 are officially done. I'd say we had an okay day, but tomorrow will be much better. Just wait for it~

Felix: Personally i wish i could've do better but luckily today doesn't matter. It's time to surprise everyone though, get ready guys!

Jeongin: The car is exactly like i thought it would. If it's good or bad well..i guess you guys have to wait and see. But now i'm going to have dinner and then i'll go to sleep. Night guys!

Hongjoong: Today wasn't that great, but i can't complain. Let's just hope tomorrow will be better.

Jisung: On the way back to the hotel, we had a mid day but it's okay we have plenty of time to improve and be better

Mingi: An amazing day is what we had today, if things will go well -and they will- that win is going to land in my pocket on Saturday~

Hyunjin: You got too much of a face there Mingi, one good day won't do anything against us.

Mingi: In your place i'd go and check my car instead. It wasn't me who struggled all day, was i?

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