#og had to go to the vet again

[telesilla]

Man, I hate to be That Older Person, but every few years, circumstances force me to pull an all nighter, and every fucking time it gets harder and harder, so if you’re young and can stay up for *checks* 30 hours and counting, enjoy it while you can.

[oonajaeadira]

The Gordy Report

Gordy's been with us a little over a week now and he's really made himself at home (he's at the office with me today and sleeping on my feet).

I had to register for his pet license and was going through his medical file this week. Y'all. I did not like what I found there. Before I delve in, here's the pet tax:

A very good boy.

First of all, the rescue association I got him from messed up some info that had to be resent. They also told us he was 5 and he's actually about to turn 7 (this is not a problem, we love middle-aged and old dogs in this house, but still, misinformation). But the thing I'm the most frustrated with is the fact that he's had some trauma, and while I know some of it, there were some pretty big gaping holes in the information I was given when we took him in.

I won't go too far into it, but his OG owners gave him up to his foster because they were having a baby and couldn't deal with his high-strung nature. Then he was adopted by his former owners. (That's right, we're his 3rd household, 5th if you count both the times he went to a foster.)

What I read in his medical file was a tragedy. His formers had him for less than a year. They dropped his trainer (which he really needed) and took him running 5+ miles a day (which he loved), but also they let him roam off leash on a relative's farm that had animals. Gordy's a herding breed. Without proper training, that is a Bad Idea.

Within a month, he was in the hospital for a foot injury most likely acquired at the farm, that had him limping--a cut on his foot--and then vomiting--most likely infected from animal dung or some other farm junk. (How did he get the cut? They said they didn't know. Which means they either weren't watching him or they DID know and didn't want to say because they should have known better.)

Another month went by and he needed stitches on the cut because the formers didn't take the doctor's advice and went running with him every day, so it tore. Another month went by and they weren't paying enough attention and he chewed those stitches. They took him in for new stitches and something happened at the vet that traumatized him so much they had to sedate him. Upon coming out of sedation, he bit his former on the nose! (Hello, some common sense advice: Don't put your face an animal's face if they're disoriented and in pain!) After that, they took him to the groomer and neglected to tell the groomer about his injury and it got re-opened there. Gordy was too scared and riled to go to the vet so he had to have video vet appointments and the formers were told how to handle it.

Which, of course, involves instructions. Not their strong point apparently.

At this point in, we are 4 months of this dog dealing with a wound on his foot. And then they again don't listen to the doctor and take him out to the farm where he runs off leash and chases a running horse and bites it and then almost bites an 8-year old child. At 5 months, his paw is 90% healed. FIVE MONTHS. FOR WHAT WAS JUST A SIMPLE CUT THAT BECAME A LACERATION.

They then complained that he seemed high-strung and a little snippy with them and got the vet to put him on prozac....before taking him back to the foster a few months later.

Okay. This was all very distressing to read. And I'm angry that the agency didn't detail it. But I'm even angrier at the formers for taking care of him so badly. (There were other things in those records that I could see they weren't keeping up with either.) I mean, I would be cranky too if I spent 5 months with an open wound.

But. His foster is a dog trainer and I can see between looking at the vet reports and the dog that is currently sweetly sleeping at my feet that she has done wonders with him. She actually texts me from time to time to see how he is and gives me good advice to keep his training solid. And I listen, because I can tell she worked hard on him and doesn't want that to go to waste. And since training works to give dogs structure and help them feel secure, I don't want it to lapse either.

He's such a good boy, y'all, and so deserving of love. I'm still in the moony phase where I feel so lucky to have him every time I wake up and see him waiting for me or watch him twitching in his comfy sleep in the sunshine. I'm working on letting go of my anger towards his formers and just letting his past be his past. He's so happy here. And that's all I want for him.

[hoe4sports]

Caroline Graham Hansen | “Jeg elsker deg”

a/n: Trigger warning includes depression, pain and hospitals. Part one for context.

I watched the girls put in the work on the field. I watched my girlfriend do her best to find ways through Chelsea’s defence, but we kept making the same mistake. The fun part is, that the mistake is what we have been practicing for a good month. It’s no secret that Jonathan was visibly upset. We were currently under by two goals, and Jonathan was on my ass about figuring this out in the break. I was 4 seconds away from stealing the red card from the sideline judge and personally fault Jonathan, but just in time; the game was called of at midtime and I marched into the warderobe. I had spent the last mins of the match analysing and putting together a video for the girls to understand what we need to do. I was just praying that it would work, because Jonathan was furious. Being the assistant in charge of the attackers, I was really put on the spot. 

“Alright, girls. We have to turn this around. Bronze, Graham; You are not communicating enough. Watch.” I played the video over and over. “Do you see this? They take advantage of the tunnel you pull, and they catch you off guard. Keep the ball between your feet until their defender runs towards you, then you let the ball go and spirit sideways to receive from Bronze.” Caroline and Lucy nodded, and I scanned the group mentally. “Alright girls, five minutes; drink some water, make sure you don’t stiffen and get some carbs” I said as I smacked the tablet’s case shut. Jonathan was in the doorway and nodded, he seemed to be fine with the solution that I’d just pulled out of my ass. 

The game was on again, and after 4 minutes Caroline was able to run the ball up from midfield and to her mark. She waited for the defender, who went straight into the trap allowing Caroline to tunnel the ball to Bronze as she sprinted to recurve the ball on the right. Caroline received and set the ball in the net, in a jaw dropping goal leaving the Chelsea keeper lying flat on the ground. “Good work.” Jonathan said approvingly as the girls celebrated on the field. 

Caroline were able to put another goal in at 85 mins, and on overtime she put the ball in at 5-4. This goal however, was careerchanging. As she hit the ball and sent it in the net; she reached for her knee mid air. I recognised that look, that feeling and that moment. I’d done it myself at 15 leaving my career and my spot on the national u16 girls team dead. The crowed gasped loudly as Caroline laid curled together in a ball. The medics ran onto the field and I was trying to stay positive. Ingrid came over and hugged me, “it’s bad” she whispered. I nodded and followed “I think it’s the acl.” Jonathan froze when he heard my statement. His star player was possibly injured and out for months.

I wanted to run into the field, but I knew that I couldn’t. The medics carried her off in a stretcher and walked her into the medical room. I looked at Jonathan who nodded in approval, and so I ran after them into the room. Caroline was crying hysterically and had her soaked jersey over her head. The medics were trying to ask her questions, but she was just sobbing as if there was no tomorrow. For her, it felt like her career ended out on the field. I stepped forward and leaned down to her ear. “Skatten min, jeg er her og jeg skal ingen steder.» i said in norwegian as she sobbed softly. Whenever she was vulnerable, she would only calm down when i talked in norwegian. Its was like our secret language, and it made her feel comforted. “Det er slutt. Dette er siste gang. Karrieren min er over.» She cried as the medics examined her over and over again. I pulled the jersey off her face, and dried her soaked eyes.  «Pust jenta mi, vi vet ingenting ennå.» i assured her again as I kept wiping her tears. The team strapped her leg in and then we headed off to the hospital.

I sat in the hallway outside of the MR machine. I had flashbacks to when I was young and had this career ending injury. I had Caroline’s phone and jacket in my hands, as well as her necklace that she couldn’t wear during the scan. The scan took 15 minutes, and she was wheeled out to the waiting room. I looked at her and she was just staring down not wanting to acknowledge the leg in the brace. “Baby..” I said to her, and she shot me a look that was a combination of wanting to kill me and wanting to be held. We sat in silence until a doctor came out to the private waiting room. “Mrs. Graham-Hansen, please follow me.” The older doctor said. I stood up and reached my hand out, he shook it. “Mrs.Graham-Hansen, it’s a pleasure” he said, and I made sure to correct him. “I’m her trainer, just call me Benedicte” I said politely. I wheeled her after the doctor to another room with a mr picture on the light wall. I knew what that meant. Caroline on the other hand, didn’t. I sat down next to her as the doctor gave her the death sentence. 

“It’s a fully ruptured acl.” he pointed to

the pictures as he talked about recovery time and surgery versus rehabilitation. My focus was on Caroline. She appeared to be dissociated, and calm at the same time. She sniffed a couple of times, and her tears were running down her face. The doctor stood up, “I’ll give you some time to decide” he said as he closed the door behind him. Caroline sat there, staring blankly into the air, not recognising her leg. She was looking blank, and I tried to talk to her but with no luck. She seemed to be heartbroken, and depressed. Later that day she was operated, and got put in a rehabilitation boot specially made for acl ruptures. She had a pair of crutches and a bag with her old clothes in. Her jersey, her socks, cleats and her shorts.

I hunched down on her level, and placed my hand on hers. “Baby, do you wanna go home or do you wanna stay at my place?”. No response. She hadn’t really said anything since getting diagnosed at 16.00 this afternoon and I was worried. “Okay love, I’m bringing you to my place.” I said as my car was pulled up by the consigliere at this fancy private hospital. I helped her into the back seat so her leg could rest comfortably and drove home to my place.

As we entered the apartment, I dropped the Nike bag I had with the painkillers, old clothes and information from the hospital. Caroline was still staring empty. I guided her to the bedroom as she had been in anaesthetic a few hours prior. She laid down in bed, and I found a hoodie and shorts for her to wear. I had to put it on her, and she just sat there, having enough with existing. I grabbed her a bottle of water with ice and brought her my longest charger. The stack of pillows underneath her leg was overwhelming, but it was required to elevate it to avoid extensive swelling. She drifted asleep after I had given her snuggles on the back, and I slipped to the bathroom for a shower. My phone lit up, and I realised that I hadn’t talked to anyone all day. Therefore, I updated our closest friends and the coaches. I showered to get the smell of hospital off me and put on some comfy pyjamas. As I stood in the kitchen, I could hear crying. I did a full 180 and sprinted to the bedroom. “Are you okay, Skatt?” I said with a worried tone in my voice. She was clutching to her knee. Pain, it was hurting. Caroline didn’t normally hurt, and she wasn’t sensitive to pain at all. I quickly grabbed the hardcore painkillers that were given to her by the hospital and got two of them ready. “Open up, love” I said as she separated her lips. She took the pills and swallowed it down with water. “Lay with me?” I couldn’t say no. I laid down and held her as she cried into the late hours of the night.

9 days had passed since the incident. Caroline was still only out of bed for bathroom breaks, and she wouldn’t for the life of her do her physical therapy. A bunch of her teammates had visited to try to get her to talk, however that wasn’t Caroline’s strong side from before so I don’t really expected her to talk now. I came home on day 9 at around 4 to find my girlfriend in the bedroom. She looked awful. Her usually tan skin was pale, her eyes had bags as big as Katie McCabe’s list of yellow cards and I could see that her muscles were deteriorating. She was a tall girl too, so it was scary to see the effects of her refusal to eat. It might only be 7 kg, but on a girl 175 cm tall and 60 kg? That’s underweight. “Jenta mi, Im home» i announced as i closed the door and dropped my bag to the floor. «Have you eaten?» no answer. “Have you had a shower then?” No answer. “Okay, have you done your exercises?” Still, no answer. 

The issue with Caroline was that her whole life has revolved around football since she was a young girl. Being on the pitch was everything and the only thing she wanted to do. Her success was related to how good she was in football. Her happiness came from how many goals she could score. Football was her life, and she couldn’t see herself doing anything else. Now, she was just a nobody. Just another player that had their career end because of a ruptured acl. Her life was over, according to her. She was stuck in this mindset, refusing to acknowledge her leg or even her other functional body parts. She refused to have a relation to her injury. She beat herself up mentally again and again and again, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Nothing seemed to snap her out of it, and I was getting concerned that this was actually where her career ended. Not because of the injury, but because she refused to acknowledge it. And me? I had now gotten enough.

“Caroline..” i spoke softly. She didn’t bat an eye. She was just staring out into nothing like she had been doing for 10 hours each day. I had brought her ps5 over from her house, and set it up but she refused. “Caroline, you have to talk to me.” I stated again, a little bit harsher this time. I sighted, it was now time for tough love. “CAROLINE GRAHAM HANSEN, will you please GET OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMTHING!!” I yelled. Her eyes fluctuated over to me, and she was now for once paying attention. “Now, this isn’t you. You don’t sit around and pout all day! This isn’t you! It’s time to put the sad aside and start to recover!” I shouted and tears formed in her eyes. Suddenly, her face went from sad to angry. “YOU DONT GET TO TELL ME ABOUT SAD!!” She screamed back at me. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Oh my, I thought to myself. I really did piss her off, but atleast she was communicating her feelings. “My acl has is gone. My career is gone! My hard work is gone! My friends are going to disappear and so are you because I have to go back to Norway to live with my parents and be a joke for the rest of my life!!” She screamed as her breath was heavy. I scooted to her and wrapped my arms around her. She was stiff as a stick, and I pushed her head towards my chest. “It’s okay, love. You are allowed to have feelings» i comforted her as i could feel her tears soak my shirt. Her silent cries turned into loud crying, hysterically crying to say the least. She was shaking and hyperventilating like crazy. I had never seen her like this ever before, it was new and scary but it also felt like a new trust was born. 

“Baby, you have to breathe. You need oxygen.” I said as I stroke her back with even pressure. “Skatten min, trekk pusten nå. Dette klarer du.» I said as I tried to reassure her and encourage her. She nodded, and I made sure to model how she needed to breath. “Breathe in 1-2-3-4-5, and out.” We did that 7-8 times before she had calmed down. She looked up at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen in a while. “Let’s get you put back together” I said as I hopped up from the bed, giving her the crutches she hated so much. The crutches she had promised herself to never need was now her new accessory. She shot me a look, refusal in her eyes. “It’s not worth it” she mumbled as she trailed off her sentence. “It wasn’t a question” I stubbornly said as I booped her nose. She sighted, and grabbed the crutches from me. She hesitated, and looked at me with less confidence than ever before. “I-i can’t do it, it’s gonna hurt or it’s gonna become even worse. It’s too much, it’s useless! It will never be like before” she said as she threw her crutches on the ground. “Alright, you wanna do this the hard way? That’s fine. Two can play that game.” I said stubbornly as I picked up her crutches again. I handed them back to her, and placed her body in position to stand up. “Now pretty girl, you are going to stand up on your good leg and carefully shift weight onto the bad leg. If it hurts, you stop. But it’s been 9 days, it’s not supposed to hurt.” I instructed as she gave me yet another eyeroll. 

She was feeling unsure. She felt like it wasn’t her leg anymore, it was weak and shaky. It was not her leg anymore, she rather felt like her leg owned her. That she was a slave to her own leg. She just sat there staring at her leg, and contemplated what reason she could give me that would make me stop. “It dosent feel like my leg..” she mumbled broken hearted. I started getting unpacient as my adhd was catching up on me. Alright, I thought to myself. The doctor said that the brace could be taken of when she was at home after a week, and it had been nine days. She was not gonna budge and she put her legs back up in the bed. I however, was no match for her with my stubbornness . “Fine” I said as I positioned me beside her leg and started loosening the brace. Her eyes widened “No, it has to stay on” she protested as I ignored her. I slowly undid the brace to reveal a healing surgical wound. She looked at it with disgust, a reminder of what was gonna ruin her career. I looked at it with admiration, and traced the scars carefully. 

“Now, Caroline, you will stand.” I said as I stood up next to her and once again handed her the dreaded crutches. She sighted again and shot me a look of discomfort. “Fine..” she muttered as she scooted to the bedside so her good leg touched the ground. I lifted her bad leg for her, and positioned it in front of her. I knew that she hadn’t done her stretches or any training she was given, so I started carefully bending the leg. “See, it’s okay, it’s fine, it’s working.” I said as a placed it down while she nervously looked at it. I looked at the brunette who was terrified of her own leg, as I stepped back to give her room to stand. She got up on the good leg, and looked at me with horror. “Im scared, baby.” That was my cue, so I moved myself to stand next to her. My hand reached around her waist offering support to her weak body. “Now, let’s start with one step.” I said as I pulled her forward. She hesitated at first, but she slowly took a step forward. And another one. And another one. And another one. Her eyes widened as she looked at me, in shock of what had actually happened. “I would never let you do something that would hurt you, baby.” I said as I touched her cheek. I repositioned myself to be standing in front of her, and I pushed her crutches out of her hands. She looked rather terrified as she reached for me. But I took a step back. “Come here, I’ll support you.” I said as Caroline looked like she was in major distress. She took a step towards me and reached for my hands, and I took another are back. She gasped loudly, and I motioned for her to keep going. “10-11-12-13” I said as I stopped when my back touched a wall and Caroline relaxed as she touched my arms. “13 steps, perhaps 13 is your lucky number?” I said as I giggled. 

We moved to the bathroom and I had prepared a shower for her. Luckily, there was a build in tiled bench in my huge shower. She shot me a look of worry, and I smiled at her. “I’m gonna help you, don’t worry.” I said as I pulled of my 9 day old sweater while she sat down on the chair I had moved into the bathroom for her. I could see her getting increasingly shy as she was left in a sports bra and shorts. Her eyes moved to the floor, confused as to why she was feeling like this. She normally showered with her teammates without hesitation, but this time. It was different. She felt increasingly vulnerable, and has a sad look in her face. She was going through a bunch of scenarios in her head where I was gonna be disappointed with her body. She had abs, but not crazy abs like a few of the other girls. She was not very tanned on anything expect her legs and arms, as she never wore anything less than a t shirt. She reached her arm across her chest to rub her other arm struggling to find comfort in her own presence. I turned around when I had shoved the sweater into the washing machine to she the frown on her face. “What’s wrong, love?” I asked her, as I hunched down to remove her socks and her shorts. She gulped and opened her mouth to try to speak. “I haven’t really been naked infront of anyone like this before..” she spat out and I smiled as i looked at her. “My perfect girl..” I started while I stepped towards her and embraced her. “Your body is perfect just like it is. You are beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” My comforting words seemed to had gotten through to her as I could feel her nodding. I helped her remove her underwear, and I helped her get into the shower bench. “Alright, soap is next to you. You can use my shampoo and my conditioner. Take as long as you’d like. I will be sitting outside the door, just call my name and I’ll be there” I finished as I kissed her nose. 

I flopped down on the floor outside of the bathroom as I could hear the water being turned on. My phone buzzed, and I reached for it to reveal a message from Jonathan. I quickly replied, and made a plan for her to go in tomorrow to see her team. “Benedicte?” a familiar voice broke the silence. “Are you okay, love? Need a towel?” I asked as I mentally slapped myself for not remembering to lay a towel out for her. I didn’t want her walking on wet tiles with wet feet. That was the recipe for disaster. “Could you come in?” she requested and I followed her commands. “I can’t reach my feet” she begun, and I cut her off when she started trailing off. My hands grabbed a washcloth and a washed her feet making sure to be extra careful with her bad leg. She finished up the shower, and I helped her getting out. “Here” I said as I reached out a Barca grey sweatsuit and some underwear she had left here earlier. She looked at me with a thankful look on her face, and I kissed her. “Anything for you love” I said before I helped her get pants, socks and underwear on. “There, now you are all set!” I said enthusiastically. 

The next step in the program was food, nutrition. She was very dedicated to eating healthy, and taking good care of her body. I whipped up some leftover lemon baked salmon from yesterday, and she devoured it. I giggled as she looked at me with a satisfied look. “Thank you, for everything really. For reality checking me. For taking care of me.” she was visibly grateful, and I touched her face with my thumb. “That’s the kind of thing you do for people you love” I said proudly, as I took a sip of her water. “Love?” She repeated. We hadn’t really told each other that we loved one another. I wanted to move at her pace considering this was her first, and hopefully last relationship. “Love” I repeated as my hands grabbed her hands. “Jeg elsker deg skatt» i said while admiring her beautiful eyes. Tears started forming in them, and she sniffled. “Jeg elsker deg mer, kjæresten min.»  

[spaceorphan18]

Your segment of the podcast was wonderful! Honestly I got emotional. I’m so glad they talked to you.

SNARKY!!?! I'm so glad you listened and got emotional. Did you catch my shout out to you? ;)

If you don't mind, I'm going to just give some little tidbits about doing the zoom call with Kevin and Jenna

There was no intro with me. The only person I talked to before the call was the producer and that was through email. I had no idea what to expect, and I was really nervous going in. I made a few small notes of things I'd like have said, and I think most everything got covered.

I didn't think it was real until Kevin and Jenna popped on screen.

I was a little shocked when Kevin was so enthusiastic about me A) being an OG glee fan and B) about my real job.

I was taken aback, a little, by how very good looking Kevin was.

(I tried to look nice - but I looked ultimately like me and not like someone who has a lot of money, lol)

The conversation felt mostly like it was me and Kevin, who seemed to be driving it. I had to remind myself to look at Jenna as I talked, too.

(I'll talk more about Jenna later in another post)

I tried to be polite and professional. As the convo went on, it felt really easy to do the conversation. It felt both longer and shorter than I expected.

Funny thing about when I started writing fanfic -- I lied a little, but I didn't want to go into the biggest reason that I was held back so long from writing fanfic is due to my severe social anxiety and the scariness of the glee fandom. But I felt like that was too complex to get into.

Also did you notice Kevin's insulation that I started writing after the show started getting bad after season 3? After the convo was over -- I was really bummed I didn't defend the later seasons in that moment.

I felt really bad when I said fanfic isn't for you, and I hope my reasoning was clear. They seemed to be understanding, though?

Kevin just beamed when I brought up that I wrote Office fanfic. Btw, I COMPLETELY forgot that he was on an episode of Office while doing the interview.

There was one point that I thought, maybe, Jenna had snapped with me -- and it was when she mentioned that they were fans of things, too. Mom (who told me she noticed Jenna's oddness and apathy) said she didn't notice that moment, so it may have been just me.

(Mom did say that I should not have said Kurt was my favorite character - but I reminded her that she already knew since the producer had already asked me that as a vetting question)

I was a little surprised when they didn't ask me about my favorites like they did with a lot of the other fan guests they have. I did mention Kurt in the episode. But I was a little bummed I didn't get to do the usual. (Apparently, they didn't with the first woman either?)

The ending was super, super awkward, and I believe, the only point that was edited. At the very end - Kevin asked for my goodreads account. I was so stunned that all I could say was that it was my full name. I kind of wonder (now) if he was trying to get me to plug some kind of social media? Anyway, the producer jumped in and said she'd get him the info.

It kind of then ended abruptly, as they were saying goodbye. They shut down and the Kevin popped on again to say goodbye again. I could also hear Jenna going straight into asking about what they were doing next.

Fwiw - Kevin never did slide into my Goodreads DMs, which is fine. I didn't really expect him too.

The producer then sent me a message a half hour later saying that Kevin and Jenna 'genuinely' liked talking to me and that I was an awesome guest. (and that she'd be in touch).

I really liked how the conversation went (mostly) but afterwards, I was kind of bummed that that was it. I have so much more I wanted to say --- and there was a part of me that kind of wanted to speak up about a lot of things that we always talk about here. But I'm glad I didn't get off topic, and that I did have a professional, honest, and hopefully education conversation about fanfic.

Fwiw - the producer sent me one last message letting me know that the podcast had aired. I did send a thank you email back, but have not yet heard a response -- so I'm guessing that is that.

I am grateful for the experience. Everyone has been so lovely about it, and people even in my real life have had a lot of good things to say. I suppose it's my little fifteen minutes of fame.

I hope people listening got something out of it, too. I haven't listened to it myself - but I just feel awkward about it, and don't really want to.

It does make me want to podcast again, though, and really dig into all the things that Kevin and Jenna don't get into. Maybe someday I can talk Snarky into another podcast when we both have time.

Thanks dear for supporting me and helping me. <3

[fleet-off]

Menagerie [4]

(previous parts: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3)

The vet mentioned that rats like company. A day after the pet supply store, Vegas stalks into the kitchen with Pete faithfully in tow and sets two more rat carriers on the counter. He’s evading eye contact, which is a shame because Pete looks majorly in love with him.

Macau peers through the carriers’ plastic slats and glimpses whiskers and hairless tails. “Two rats? Is it my birthday?”

Vegas snorts. “Only if you want rat cake for your birthday dinner. No, we’re just…celebrating.”

“The final stitches are out,” Pete says, eyes gleaming. “Doc’s very impressed with his progress.”

“I’m cleared for baths again.”

Macau groans. “We don’t have a housekeeper, please don’t clog the drain with your long-ass rose-petal soaks.”

“I’ll do worse than that,” Vegas threatens, and—Macau can’t remember the last time he sounded so genuinely cheerful.

“Jerk.” He knocks gently against his brother’s shoulder. “Glad you’re getting better, bro.”

Vegas ruffles his hair and drops a kiss on his head. “Me too,” he says. “Me too.”

One of the rats crouches in the back corner of its carrier, sniffing at the air. The other is investigating the gaps in the wire-grated door. Vegas pokes his finger into the carrier, and the creature at once approaches and takes his finger in its tiny paws. It noses at it—hesitates, weighing options in its little rat brain—and begins to nibble at the tip.

“He likes you,” Pete murmurs.

A vague smile softens Vegas’s face. “D’you know, Macau was a biter when he first got his baby teeth,” he says. “Little menace mauled anything he could fit in his mouth. Bit our uncle’s mole once, right in the middle of a visit.”

The story is worn from over-telling, but it seems fresh to Pete. He stifles a snicker—like wanting to laugh is secret, somehow. “What did he do?”

“Couldn’t do anything, could he? Getting upset with the baby is a bad look.” Vegas wiggles his finger. The rat adjusts its grip and keeps chewing on him. “He just had to stand there with that goonish dad-smile stuck to his face and pretend to be indulgent while Ma coaxed Macau off. He made the funniest fucking wheeze.”

“And Ma freaked out, but Ba nearly laughed his ass off,” Macau recites.

“He wasn’t upset?”

“He was proud. Said it meant Macau would grow up strong.”

This one’s a fighter.

Macau grimaces. When he was twelve—when their father forgot his presence and even Vegas had less time for him than before—he’d clung to that old story. A born fighter, he’d thought. Born to crush that filthy family between my teeth. The rest of them just couldn’t see it yet.

“When did Ba get anything right,” he says now. In the open air of the kitchen with their father dead in the ground, it only aches a little.

Vegas’s eyebrows draw together; his mouth catches on his instinctive response. “Ba,” he says. “Well. He wasn’t always wrong.”

…Which is the funniest shit he could say, standing here with his healing wounds and his awkward half-smiling boyfriend a step too close and a rat gnawing happily on his finger—and fuck Ba, honestly, for never seeing everything he got wrong about Vegas—but Macau’s not fighter enough to argue.

“Hia, you’re going to need new stitches if you keep letting that rat bite you,” he says instead.

Vegas’s expression eases. “He’s fine. He’s not doing it to hurt, he’s just curious or hungry. Baby hedgehogs are the same. Get the—Pete?”

“Snack sticks,” Pete says, having already fished them from the bag under his arm.

Vegas takes three. “Here. Offer one to the other little guy, see if it’ll help him settle in. And Macau—for the one in your room.”

“The OG rat.”

“The—fuck it, the OG rat.”

“Ojirat?” Pete cocks his head. “Is that what we’re calling him?”

Vegas’s arm jerks mid-handoff. Macau misses his snack stick. It hits the floor—some seeds scatter—Pete’s already bending to help, but Macau ducks into a crouch before he can. “It’s fine, phi, my bad. Uh, we’re not calling him anything, I don’t think. Don’t…” He tries to sweep the loose seeds into his palm. The tacky honey sticks to the floor and to his hands.

“Is that what we’re calling him,” he hears Vegas repeat, tone indecipherable. His nails tap against the counter.

Macau is glad to be low to the ground, and then ashamed for it. Vegas isn’t going to— “You don’t have to sweat the names, p’Pete,” he says. “It’s just a pet.”

Vegas…laughs. High and a little hiccuping, which means it’s genuine. “You know that’s a Ba thing too,” he says.

Macau’s ears burn. “Oh,” he says stupidly. His thumb crushes one of the seeds into the floor. He’s making a mess. “I always figured it was a you thing.”

More specifically—a who cares what it’s called, it’s just going to die anyway thing. One of the things you rip up and hide under your pillow after, waking the next morning to find smears of half-formed names in crayon on the pillowcase. Macau’s always been good for a mess and not much more.

The stain a name leaves seems suddenly more permanent than crayons or the honey residue on Macau’s palms. Sticky, solid. Macau’s fingers itch for it. “It’s confusing with three,” he blurts. “It’s confusing, if we don’t name them.”

He raises his eyes to his brother, whose gaze is tightly focused on his fearless, mouthy little rat. “Macau,” he says. Lets out a long breath and turns to face him. “Fuck’s sake, it’s my mess. Get off the floor, toss that stick and come take another one—I’ll handle the rest. Pete, pass the paper towels?”

So Macau rises, and washes his hands, and a wet paper towel picks up the honey residue and seeds in seconds, and—some things aren’t a big deal at all, actually. Which is. Cool.

“Side question,” Macau says once his brother is on his feet again, “If I wanted to get you to clean my room for me too…”

“Oh, fuck off.” Vegas offers him a fresh snack stick. He’s breathing a little harder, favoring his right side, but he waves off Pete’s hand with his teeth bared in a grin. “No housekeepers, we sort our own damn messes. Right?”

“Yeah.”

Pete nudges his hip against Vegas’s. “Names?” he asks.

“Names,” Vegas agrees.

(to be continued)

[losingmysenseofself]

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Hello, thank you very much for your message! I don't use Tumblr often so I am suseptable to such scams lol. I will definitely look into it nore before reposting in the future. Once again, thank you!

[helenofsimblr]

Elita: So, now that we’ve covered all that stuff, lets pick up again with Jimmy and Lysa! As you may remember, Lysa had trained to be a vet and she had took out a loan and bought this lovely little place which she did up into a good vet clinic. Lysa took a 25 grand loan to buy the place something that her mom and dad were not best happy about. Honestly, the OG Mr and Mrs Robinson were… a LOT more wealthy than appearances seemed. But Lysa said she had to do it on her own. But if it all went south, she’d accept any help they had.

****

James: Hot damn this place is nice. Scrubbed up well from the shack it was. Lysa! You back there darlin’ an is it safe for me t’come through?

Lysa (off cam): Yeah, no patients are in at the moment, I’m coming anyway.

****

Lysa: Hey cornball, what do you think?

Jimmy: Well stone me, its absolutely stunnin’ I don’t think it coulda been better. 

Lysa: Good, I’m glad you approve, because uh… we only got a couple of hundred bucks left out of the loan. 

Jimmy: Easy come, easy go eh darlin’?

Lysa: Something like that. *Sighs*

Jimmy: What’s wrong?

Lysa: Just… we have a baby due any time now, and we don’t have space in the apartment… we got a loan to pay! Rent to pay. Bills! Being and adult fucking sucks…

[avidxmn]

Hi, you reblogged a scam from fullbarbarianblaze, who is promoting a donation scam. They have had this scam running for a very long time, and this link leads to a post with the trail of all the usernames they've used to run this scam, starting with their header name, vero-og. https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/740721061635768321?source=share

It has been going on for months, meaning that their story of constantly needing "just $370" for insulin is dishonest. Their PayPal name is "Sophia Magubo" which is not a Native American name, but an East African one. (This PayPal account has also been consistent through all of these blogs they've held.) Since they apparently live in the U.S., they should know by now that the price of insulin was capped at $35/pen, meaning that even if they were unable to buy a single unit, a full box of pens (3) would cost $105 plus tax.

Their insulin reading photo shows a 592, which could not last for months on end. Typically a reading of 592 is severe and would warrant a hospital visit if they were out of insulin. It could lead to a coma or death, not waiting idly by for days, hoping for tumblr users to donate to your PayPal.

Please, before interacting with a donation request, check their blog. Do searches of the text username through the tumblr search engine or reverse image search their photos, as some users have compiled scam lists. (e.g. kyra45, anonthescambuster, azalea-alter) Many donation requests are honest, but there are plenty of repeat scammers who are taking advantage of people's sympathy and generosity.

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Oh damn.. thanks for bringing this to my attention. I went back and deleted the reblog and will also block them.

Again, thank you for this. Posting this so any followers or mutuals know to avoid this post.

[mannatea]

(and then there were six...)

I went home around 10:30 and Mittens was doing so poorly I called the vet again and asked if they could just squeeze us in whenever. They said we could come right away so we wrapped her up in a blanket and I drove.

The tech knew immediately she was going fast and didn't even take her to put in a catheter. Unfortunately Mittens promptly died on the table in front of Neal and I about 30 seconds before the vet could come in to administer anything. Mittens was Neal's OG so he's devastated by that + the fact that he had to watch her die naturally (and it wasn't pretty).

RIP Mittens. 🙏 Thank you for almost 16 years. 🤍🖤

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend and, well, that was an intesting start to LS. So my quick review is I loved the 126 interactions, both during and outside of the emergency, apparently this is Tim's strong suit since it involved the actual ensemble and felt world's away from where the OG interactions are now. I absolutely hate the Owen plot, it makes no sense and is giving me flashbacks of another show's awkward attempt at a white supremacist storyline, but with thankfully less visions 🙄🙄🙄. And then

we have the Tarlos storyline. I'm not outright against it, even with how nonsensical it is. You and I are veterans of Plothole NM, we've seen worse. But that storyline has a lot of heavy lifting to do and it already started on a bad note. I know the reason Carlos hasn't brought this up in 3 years is the writers didn't know it was happening till a few months ago (planned since S1 my ass Tim) but I'm going to need an onscreen explanation, this is talk that should have happened. And I do want to see Carlos have a plotline that's his own where he gets to grow and his issues are addressed, the character deserves that. But they better be careful how they handle it cause the scene last episode and interview clips I've seen aren't encouraging. I'm not super thrilled at the "I'm a bad friend" line from Carlos, addressed to his FIANCE, who he just dropped this huge bombshell on. And since we know Iris isn't signing divorce papers next episode, that she's apparently "vetting" TK next episode (seriously girl, take a seat), and her and Carlos's friendship is going to make TK feel like an outsider, this character has got me super wary. Maybe it's an overreaction, but we just got done with a show where a straight woman got in the middle of the queer couple and was frequently prioritized, I'm don't want to see it again. If she says one mean or judgmental thing to TK I'll shove her in the plothole she crawled out of.

Hello my friend! It was so good to not only have some weewoos back, but my watching ritual is going to my grandmas to chill, watch together, and talk about the show after while we work on puzzles so I overall had a great Tuesday (aside from constantly thinking it was Monday lol). I also really enjoyed the 126 and the interpersonal scenes. Everyone bagging on Owen all episode was hilarious to me personally, the Judd/TK dynamic is as delightfully brotherly as always, Nancy and Mateo are adorable, and Nancy calling Tommy out was SO funny, and Brianna’s delivery continues to be on point. I wanted more Marjan and Paul as always but they also got their quips in and seeing the teams in action felt good! I agree that things definitely felt way less forced than OG felt this season.

NGL you said “thankfully less visions” and I was *scrambling* to remember what happened in OG 911 about visions before I realized it was about RNM s3 and I had just fully suppressed that stupid vision plot from my brain 🤣🤣🤣 I do think this show will handle things better than RNM did, but that is saying absolutely nothing because RNM did it SO badly sooo 🤷🏻‍♀️ My main gripe with this, as with most of Owen’s storylines, is that they are centralized around NO ONE ELSE in the main cast, and since he gets most of the screentime, it’s going to mean LESS time for everyone and everything else. Judd and Grace and Tommy are all involved in each other’s “personal” storylines even just as someone to talk/vent to, plus Tommy has TK and Nancy as well to talk to, TK and Carlos obviously have each other as to Mateo and Nancy, we’ve had some great Paul/Marjan stuff especially last season and when the show started, we had lots of good Owen/TK and Judd/Owen scenes, plus a few good scenes with Owen and Tommy or Michelle as captains. Even Billy had a connection to Judd and Grace, and wanted to be over the 126 so that wasn’t entirely separated either, but everything else for Owen has been focused outside of the team. Even the Owen/Marjan stuff in the opener last season was them being separated most of the time and unaware they were both in the same place. And here’s the thing, I LIKE the Owen scenes with the main characters! I like the banter, and he has some really great moments as a dad/father figure and as a captain. But every time it becomes all about a character outside of the 126 it just falls SO flat for me. So add to that mess the fact they want to address white nationalism in Texas by having him go undercover for the FBI? Hard pass. I care zero percent about what they do with this storyline. I HOPE they at least use Owen’s love for his team and the diverse minorities they represent as an anchor point for this storyline but still. Can we go back to him having cancer and trauma and dealing with it by being a good captain and making sure his team takes care of their physical and mental health please? (I’ve been re-watching s1 and like...there was some GOOD stuff there with him and the team and I miss that energy!) I will say I am SOOOOO excited to see him and Andrea Reyes being wedding-zillas about the Tarlos wedding because THAT is the kind of Owen shenanigans I can enjoy!

As for the Tarlos storyline I’m willing to see where it goes for sure because I do think Tim had the thought ages ago (without considering how the characters have changed since their first concept came to be while planning s1) and I also think it’s going to give US some good backstory and depth for Carlos, and it’s going to give RAFAEL some meaty stuff to work with and stretch his acting chops which will be fun to see. HOWEVER. My main gripe is just...the sheer number of MASSIVE plotholes/questions this storyline creates, and a lot of that has to do with them never leaving ANY clues that this could be a thing. 

Andrea (and possibly Gabriel) knows? Because a) this 100% should have come up as part of the reason for the s2 misunderstanding about why Carlos hadn’t told them about TK even if it was a vague and cut-off conversation we weren’t fully apart of. And b) HOW MUCH and WHEN did she know? Because if she’s known all along it’s WEIRD that it hasn’t come up even accidentally at all especially in s2, AND it doesn’t track with Carlos saying they did it for “normalcy” reasons if they were dating other people and no one seems to have known anything about it by the way they have all acted for 4 seasons.

As stated above, Iris was dating someone for ages before she disappeared! And no one said anything about her “stepping out” on her husband? Was everyone in the know that it was a sham? And if so, then why do it at all? 

Also, Iris wasn’t doing it to use his medical insurance since she wasn’t diagnosed until after she was found and at that point she was still refusing treatment. 

If she HAD been using his insurance recently and the “marriage” was an excuse to keep her coverage up all this time, wouldn’t Carlos have been getting her insurance statements when they paid a bill? And getting the bills for her deductibles and stuff? Surely TK would have seen the mail at this point?

Carlos was allowed to help in the investigation and was never under suspicion himself? Even when they found the truck and blood, he was allowed to take part and it never once came up that he shouldn’t be allowed because he was legally her husband? 

Wouldn’t it have come up when they were talking about wills that legally half of everything Carlos has or has bought (INCLUDING THE LOFT) legally belongs to his wife? (ONE good thing is that we didn’t get this reveal while Carlos was unconscious in the hospital, can you even imagine?!)

I KNOW there are more things I’m forgetting but that’s just questions off the top of my head and it’s already so much! Had Timmy put in like, the barest effort to include some crumbs, we all could have had an OH SHIT THIS is what *xyz* scene was about?! Which could have been fun! But by dropping it entirely only to bring it up in season 4, it’s just created a bit of a mess. Hopefully we get the answer to some of these questions in the next couple of episodes but none of that changes that the actual build up SHOULD have been there because there were ample opportunities to sneak hints and instead it still just comes out of nowhere. 

As for Iris herself, I’m already really heated about the slap because like, that was SO unnecessary. Like a hug, then playful punch to the arm, then hug again could have had the comedic effect I know they were going for, but using a full on bitch slap across the face is NEVER funny. Can you imagine if Eddie had slapped Shannon when she returned after ghosting him? Why is it okay in this case then?? ANYWAY, I know what they were TRYING to do but it absolutely did not work for me. I’m also a little leery of how they seem to have “cured” Iris off screen after the last we heard (in season ONE) was that she didn’t want treatment (though maybe the mentioned her when they mentioned Michelle leaving? I honestly don’t remember). I’m just not sure what they are planning to do with her, and if it’s going to work, especially if they make her the “bad guy” keeping Tarlos apart by holding the divorce papers hostage. I have avoided the interviews because as much as I would like Tim back on OG for his arc planning skills, mostly coherent storylines, main character focus, good emergencies, and overall tight ship running, I still don’t particularly want to hear what he has to say 🤷🏻‍♀️ I think we could get some good stuff of TK talking out his feelings which will be nice and I do feel like this is different from the sponsor thing last season because Iris isn’t a legitimate prospect for Carlos. However, I’m absolutely with you. “If she says one mean or judgmental thing to TK I'll shove her in the plothole she crawled out of.” I’m zero percent attached to her character, we barely even saw her in s1 and it’s been ages since then, and I’d much rather see Tarlos scenes of them working this out between them rather than a bunch of scenes with her instead but we’ll see how things go!

I am excited about the Tommy storyline though, and I was excited to see D.B. Woodside since I loved him in Lucifer. Mostly though, I’m really hoping to get more Marjan, Paul, Nancy, and Mateo because like...damn. It’s about fucking time. No matter what, at this point I am curious, excited, and ready for more!  

[hausofmamadas]

Ngl the second I saw your day1 character pick, I was like, “it was only a matter of time” and was also trying to figure out how this hadn’t happened yet at the same time? bc even though it’s just 2 of them, I sorta view Van Ness and Feistl as the like OG equivalent to the Smash And Grab Crew or at least the Sal and Walt and by that I mean haphazardly put together, ragtag duo of lovable but emotionally dysfunctional manchildren with too much time on their hands and no alternative outlets for their Tiny Feelings to look at this job and say …. Y’know. Maybe not? What if I just? didn’t? Maybe not just ruin my whole life over this jUsTiCe thing that doesn’t?? exist???Maybe therapy instead???? * …… crickets …….* no? Aight, just a suggestion

Anyway, I digress. I also lowkey do not have adequate words to describe how this fic made me feel particularly after this last watchalong of S3. Like before, I might've been all, "awwwwww how cute and sad and happy for them," but when I tell you I was clutching my chest for Jyeeeeezus by the end. And it's not that cracked of a ship, but I lowkey left this shit being like "uhhhhhh YES???? FUCK CANON BC DO WE KNOW HER??? DO WE SUPPLANT HER WITH OUR OWN REALITY???? IN THIS HERE HOUSE OF MAMADAS WE SURELY FUCKIN' DOKSKSK"

Bc straight out the gate, you're hitting me right in the eyes, forehead, heart, gut, you're taking a baseball bat to my gotdamn kneecaps like a regular Capodecina no way in fuck I spelled that right, it's fine sksksj with this: Under the yellow lights, and through the thick glass of the several drinks, he found that his partner looked older than he expected. Worn out, like an embassy vet. When exactly he'd lost that eager Boy Scout look, that look like a golden retriever about to pounce, Van Ness couldn't figure out.

OKAY FIRST OFFKSKSKS I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE TERM "EMBASSY VET" FOR THE NEXT 500 YRS AND NOTHING ELSE. Bc my goldfish memory can't hold any OGdetails for shit I blame Nmx so was this something they said in the show?? that you just put in there bc your eagle eye ear? caught a gem? or did you make that shit up???? Either way, the fact that it's something Van Ness thinks about regularly enough to have a name is like- I can't a[sdfj;qlejweveen idkwhyyyyy I find that so fucking funny. I think it's bc I'm just having visions of him getting to Bogota, walking through the halls of the embassy, taking in all the military personnel and capital-F, Feds in their suits bustling around with their papers, with their presumably haggard-ass faces and being like, "Jesus. Is this what tf are we in for? Cause if so, I need to up my skincare regime. Mfs straight lookin' like those before/after recovery pictures for ppl addicted to amphetamines." Like justasldkjfslkfj is he that catty bitch?? ...I mean, sí, obvio KEKW

God, moving on, and it's really gonna take a biblical amount of strength not to actually quote this whole-ass thing or go as hard as I normally do bc I only have so much finger strength and time to scream if I'm still trying to like eat and sleep and stuff scratch the sleep actually bc when really do I do that sksk but I wasfull hoooowowlwlling at Van Ness telling Feistl he reminds him of his ex wife, followed by just the most sincere outrage from Feistl like you know his Feelings were legit hurt. But bc you knew you had me where you wanted me aka wide open to this deadly offensive you had to go and just- ... they'd never had this argument before, not exactly, but it felt familiar in the way it felt dangerous.

LIKE FOR THE AL;SDFKJA;LS;DKJF;LQKWJE R;O;J LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU COME UPWITH SHIT LIKE THAT. *refers back to detective notepad, trying not to sob behind impossibly tiny reading glasses* You did it again. What did you do exactly? Well, according to my notes here, it's A Thing You Do that I've noticed where you put to words a common emotional experience that most ppl can relate to but that we don't necessarily have the right or a shared vocabulary for in the general zeitgeist, digital soup of the interwebs? And do it in the most succinct, poignant way possible, where I'm like- I know that exact teetering on the edge of an Actual Fight that will unlock deep and profound truths about you and the other person but you really don't wanna get into it rn, and I've thought about the experience before but only in teh sense that like the thought has bounced around nebulously in mind, but I havne't had the words to describe it. In my experience, it's usually it's a joke couched in Too Much Truth or that thing of like- how do I- okay, it's the one couple that shows up to like someone's engagement dinner and they take sarcastic little jabs at each other all night, to the point that you're like exchanging looks uncomfortably with your homies and when they leave, you all know for a fact they're having a screaming match in the car on the way home SKSKSKS

And then, there was this other devastating banger of a line: He almost missed that Feistl was speaking, only maybe by now it wasn't Feistl, it was Chris. He couldn't be sure, and he thought another aguardiente would've helped. It was probably Feistl. NOOLSKDFJA;LKJ OKAY bc ngl it took me a second to see that this was going in the slash direction bc I didn't fully read the masterlist kskss before copy/pasting the fics into my google doc to read like an Agatha Christie novel bc I am 80 and this was when it finally hit me that he's drunkenly trying to talk himself out of or into going home with Feistl in a don't-think-of-a-Purple-Elephant sorta way sksks and then it broke me apart bc I realized that it's basically the same as Dina saying "David" vs "Barron," or vice versa, him calling her "Dina" vs "Enedina," like the attempted maintenance of distance crumbling so spectacularly in a way that is almost measurable skskjd

And then, in closing, one last assault to really make sure I'm a full 6ft deep in my grave: Dark bar, hard liquor, he could've gotten away with it too—could've figured his way out of the conversation and fled on back to his shitty little apartment for the night. But it wasn't his shitty little apartment he wanted to fall asleep in.

what we do now

for day one of the narcos october challenge: create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

Victory lasted them a little while, until one night in some overpriced bar near the embassy, Van Ness looked at his glass and found it was empty.

“Damn,” he said. “I was just getting a taste for that.”

“Aguardiente?” said Feistl. 

Van Ness looked at him. Under the yellow lights, and through the thick glass of several drinks, he found that his partner looked older than he expected. Worn out, like an embassy vet. When exactly he’d lost that eager Boy Scout look, that look like a golden retriever about to pounce, Van Ness couldn’t figure out.

Feistl had undone the top button of his collared shirt and loosened his tie so the dark knot of it hung below the hollow of his throat. That was another thing Van Ness noticed.

“Hey,” said Feistl. “Earth to space cadet.”

It was no use protesting that his mind had been in the present. 

“You’re the one who dragged me here,” Van Ness said. The words came out of his mouth, bypassing his brain entirely. It occurred to him that he was drunk.

“Uh, no. I said I wanted to get arepas at the street stall Trujillo recommended, you said it was too far to walk.” Feistl chuckled, finished his beer, gestured at the bartender for another. 

“This fuckin’ guy,” he added fondly to nobody in particular. “Can’t hold his aguardiente for shit.”

Van Ness heard himself saying, “You remind me of my ex-wife.”

Feistl leaned back an inch, eyebrows shooting up comically, mouth sketching a willingness to smile just in case this turned out to be a joke. “The fuck, Dan?”

“I meant Colombia,” Van Ness said. “You’re the one who dragged me here.”

Feistl slumped his weight a little to the side, onto the elbow he had rested on the bar. Van Ness didn’t think for one minute that meant his partner was relaxing; he knew better.

“You’re the one who followed me here,” said Feistl, and they’d never had this argument before, not exactly, but it felt familiar in the way it felt dangerous. He felt his mouth go dry.

Then, magically, he got saved; Feistl’s eyes flicked over to catch something happening behind Van Ness’s back, and a mischievous smile touched his lips. “Oh shit. Pay up.”

Van Ness turned. In the back corner, Peña had just gotten up, followed by a tall brunette.

What do we do now? Van Ness had asked Peña only ten minutes ago, or maybe it had been Feistl, he couldn’t remember, it was funny how he couldn’t even remember, but anyways, Peña had said nothing. Just downed his drink, stood, and made his way to the back corner where a couple beautiful women were sitting at a table all to themselves.

Van Ness had bet that he’d go for the blonde, Feistl the brunette.

As they watched, Peña started making his way through the crowd, followed by the brunette, followed by—“You pay up,” Van Ness said—the blonde too.

At the door, Peña opened the door for the two women like a gentleman, returned Van Ness and Feistl’s little waves with a cool kid’s nod, and disappeared back into legend. 

Van Ness looked at Feistl, shrugged, and swapped five-dollar bills with him. 

“Guess that’s what you do now, huh,” said Feistl.

“Guess so.”

The two of them eyed each other, Feistl taking a swig of his new beer, Van Ness having nothing to do with himself at all but sit there, feeling unaccountably cheated. He had wanted things to go back to normal, and they had, and now he didn’t want normalcy anymore.

“You want another drink?” Feistl said. 

“No,” said Van Ness. It wasn’t at all what he said, but the way he said it, that made his partner’s expression get a little tireder, a little warmer. His brown eyes were wise; Van Ness missed the early days, when he thought the new rookie was stupid. 

He almost missed that Feistl was speaking, only maybe by now it wasn’t Feistl, it was Chris. He couldn’t be sure, and he thought another aguardiente would’ve helped. It was probably Feistl.

“Dan,” Feistl said. “Don’t.”

“It’s what we do now,” Van Ness said. He felt a little lightheaded.

“What’s what we do now?”

“What we want to do.”

Chris—it had to be Chris, by now—looked at him like he’d just pieced together a fresh, cartel-sized new lead, only a really fucking weird one, ‘cause whatever it was, it seemed to entrance him and amuse him and hurt him and piss him off all at once, and also, somehow, he was smiling. A small, forgotten kind of smile, but still noticeable. To Dan, at least, who noticed all his smiles.

Slowly, after a second, Chris said,“You do know that you don’t have to work a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and catch a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords just to have the thing you want, right? Please tell me you know that.”

“Sure, I know that. Everyone knows that,” said Van Ness “But I worked a hundred hours of unpaid overtime and I caught a cadre of internationally wanted drug lords, so I damn well better get what I want.”

He had aimed for sweeping and gruff and masculine on that last part, but ended up petulant; the difference was doubt. As always. It didn’t help that Chris had stopped smiling.

Chris said, “I wouldn’t want to drag you anywhere.”

He didn’t say it mean, but Dan flushed anyway. Dark bar, hard liquor, he could’ve gotten away with it, too—could’ve figured his way out of the conversation and fled on back to his shitty little apartment for the night. But it wasn’t his shitty little apartment he wanted to fall asleep in.

“I’ll follow you,” Dan said.

And he did.

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blame it on the alcohol? no, blame it on the @axreliono.

[vdragon-creations]

Sup Everyone! And I'm here once again for more OC Dumping! Today we have an OC that I've had for a VERY long time!

Meet Sasha The Cheetah!

Now, to answer the obvious!

Yes, all of these are the same OC!

However, all these versions of Sasha have differences between them, despite having similarities! Each one has her own Backstories, Personalities, Age in some cases are very different (depending on the version), and powers.

The baseline thing they all have in common is that they're all Female, are Cheetahs, and that I ship her with Donatello. (But you'll see that each has their own twist on the relationship as well. But we'll get to that soon!)

But without further delay! I'd like to introduce you all to each version of my special little Cheetah Lady! (Starting in chronological order from OG TMNT to Current TMNT versions!)

Also, here's a link to the ToyHouse folder I have for all of them if you wanna read more info on all of them, since I'm not sure if I'm gunna get to cover everything in this one post!

And I feel the need to go ahead and warn you, Not all versions of the TMNT are very PG! I know right, shocker! So keep in mind that not all of these Sasha's are gunna have stories that are cute and happy! So a Trigger Warning is in place for Mirage Comic Sasha, IDW Sasha, 2014-2016/Bayverse Sasha, and Batman VS TMNT Sasha! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

First cat we have is Mirage Comic Sasha (A.K.A The OG Black & White Comics!)

Like the OG Mirage TMNT, This Sasha is by far one of the more darker and more serious versions of herself! She was part of a failed Mutation that was ran by a bunch of Foot Clan Loyalists who's main goal was to get back at the Turtles for killing The Shredder! This mutation was supposed to make her Bipedal, make her even faster, and the most important feature, give her a jaw strength so intense that she could crack a Turtle shell in one bite! But, they also tortured her during the experiment. Causing her to have some pretty crazy anger issues.

And the only reason the plan failed was because The Turtle's found out about it all, and put a stop to it! And while trying to free Sasha, Leonardo accidently injured her back left foot! This only made Sasha fly off the deep end and kill everyone in sight, as the turtles took off to safety! However, thanks to them, Sasha's mutation wasn't complete! Sure she could Run much faster then before, but with an injured back leg it would only get her so far before becoming too painful. And her Jaw Strength truly was something quite terrifying! But now....she's a monster! To the world and her own kind! And it was those Turtles who where to blame!

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha (Name given to her by Donatello)

Sex: Female

Age: 15 (In cat years)

Personality: Cold, Cruel, Violent, Irritable, and Strong

Species: King Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: African (Was kidnaped by scientists and brought to a secret Lab/Facility in the wooded areas by NYC)

Relationship Status: Single

Orientation: Acesexual

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Hates all of them, but will only "Hear out" Donnie on any matters that might concern her. But she won't hesitate to threaten or hurt them! Should the need arise.

Powers: Super Speed (Though it's limited because of her injury), Super Roar (Basically a roar that's so loud that it can stun others), Enhanced Strength, Sentience/Speech, Night Vison, Powerful Jaw/Bite, and Enhanced Sense of Smell.

87 Sasha is our next Cat! From the good old 1987 Series by Fred Wolf!

By far the bubbliest and silliest versions of Sasha! And is also the weakest, her role here is more or less to be a support for The Turtles AFTER fights! (And she's usually another damsel in distress for The Turtles to save) She's also the first out of three of her versions to actually be a human before being a Mutant!

Originally Sasha was a teenage girl volunteering at The Central Park Zoo as part of a School Program, with dreams of becoming a Vet! Well, one day an accident with a strange Oozy substance in the office turned her into a Cheetah Mutant (as she was working with one of their cheetah's at the time). Well, now with her life turned completely upside down, Sasha got into a bit of hot water with the law by shoplifting several stores in NYC under the cover of darkness! With her speed, she was pretty slippery and was able to avoid capture by The Cops. And the News was having a field day with this so called "Cat Burglar Creature", including Channel 6 News! And it wasn't long before April come to The Turtles about this information.

While trying to apprehend her however, Sasha accidently scratched Donnie's cheek up and was able to escape. However, they did finally catch her, and upon taking her back to their lair and questioning her, they realized that she never really wanted to be doing any of those things at all. She just....wanted to survive. she apologized profusely for what she did and even wanted to help treat the wound on Donnie's cheek! After all, she was gunna be a Vet, and hurting animal (Mutant or otherwise) wasn't something she ever wanted to do. And after showing that she was more useful in their hands that behind the bars of some jail or lab, they decided to let her live with them so she could prove herself, and help treat them after fights!

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 14-15

Personality: Happy, Bubbly, Helpful, Kind Hearted, Affectionate, Loyal, Naïve, and Weak (Especially in a fight)

Species: Cheetah (Formally Human)

Race/Ethnicity: White

Relationship Status: Single (But has a very clear and obvious crush on Donatello, that is reciprocated)

Orientation: Straight

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Get's along with all of them pretty well! Raph and Mikey will usually pick on her a little. And Leo respects her for all the help she provides for them. Donnie has a pretty big crush on her, which she returns in full. Basically, He's her Knight in Shining Shell!

Powers: Speed, Charm (She can use her "cat like" charms to soften up a villain), Medical Knowledge, Teeth & Claws (Despite her not being much of a fighter and not wanting to fight, Sasha can use her teeth & claws to cause damage and to escape traps), Stealth (Being a cat, Sasha is capable of being very sneaky), Acting & Disguises (Her knowledge of human life makes it pretty easy for herself to blend in with humans. Provided she has a good disguise!), Enhanced Sense of Smell, and Night Vision

Next is technically the first version of her I ever made! She's been through SEVERAL rewrites, and she holds a special place in my heart, cause she was part of the first version of TMNT I saw! That's right! It's time for 2003 Sasha! Let's fucking go! Her story taking place between "The Ninja Tribunal" Arc and the "Fast Forward" series.

This Sasha is probably one of the more "Well rounded" versions of herself, as in addition to having her own moments of strength, she story and personality tackles some struggles that bare some similarities to my own struggles with Self acceptance, loneliness and trusting others. Sasha started out her life as a small Cheetah cub left abandoned by her mother. She had fallen into a small watering hole that had a strange glowing ooze floating around inside of it. After she started crying for help, she was rescued by two other cheetahs! An elderly Female Cheetah and a young adult Male cheetah! Neither of them where related by blood, but seemed to behave like family, and it soon became obvious why! They took her back to their master who was a wondering Nomad who seemed to possess strange powers, joined only by a coalition of Cheetahs that fallowed him everywhere. And they adopted Sasha to be one of their own. However the ooze that contaminated Her, the other cheetah (her "Grandmother"), and the young male (her "brother"), started to slowly change their bodies as they began to become more human like. But unfortunately, their master wouldn't live to see them completely changed, as the exposure to the ooze caused the man to get sick. But he left those three with one final wish and a gift for each of them, "Carry on the duties that I haven't been able to complete. This world and those beyond are all counting on you. And so am I. I love you my children." He handed the three of them three Crystals attached to ropes that where tied around their necks.

Now, without their master, the coalition split up with each cheetah going their own way. Except Sasha, Kenai (Her brother), and Imara (Her Grandmother). Their mutation granted them the ability to walk around up right like their master before them, and soon they started speaking to each other in their native tongue. As years went by Sasha slowly learned more and more about what her master's job was from her Grandmother, as she was one of his first Cheetah pets. According to her, he was a great protector of magic who used the powers of the world around him to keep those that would use magic to throw the world into chaos at bay! Kenai later left the two of them to start the final stage of his training and go to the high mountain ranges in isolation to learn the secrets behind his powers! (Something her grandmother did wit their master, and something Sasha would have to do later in life.)

Only one problem, by the time Sasha turned about 5, Sasha's opinion about who and what she and her family were began to skew a bit. They had to kill things to eat like all hunters, but the thought of doing so made Sasha feel sick. She started eating more plants, fruit, and bugs instead of hunting with her Grandmother. And once she got her powers, her opinion of herself got even worse! Sasha was a girl of science and logic, and here she was. A creature that was beyond any science or Logic! They really were freaks. But Sasha wasn't gunna give up her "Quest to be less of a freak", and so at the age of 12 she rejected her Grandmother's teachings about magic and her responsibilities to carry on the duties her master needed them for. She ran off and ended up leaving all by herself closer to the southern areas of Africa!

There, Sasha ran into something even more bizarre. Humans! Aside from her master, she had never been around humans before. But her grandmother warned her many times that humans were dangerous, and for creatures like themselves, they just wouldn't understand them. So, while keeping her distance, Sasha observed any humans that she encountered, learning so many more things then she ever thought possible. Eventually setting up a small camp out in the dessert by a small cave, using a tent and spare cloth she gathered from the humans who left them behind. And probably the most amazing thing she discovered was their technology! She was absolutely amazed by their machines and the sheer amount of them, each for their own purposes! Eventually she was able to get ahold of some of their scraps and start playing with them, and slowly learning how they work and trying to make new things out of them. Two items in particular are her Tech Spear and Gauntlets! Both items used to help her mask and wield her electrical powers more effectively.

And finally, after about two years of living in isolation, Sasha pretty much gained her independence from her Grandmother, though she did remain in contact with her via letters. And for the most part, Sasha almost felt normal, refusing to use her powers much for anything. Until, Sasha started finding Poacher Camps littered around the desert! She had heard stories about these kinds of humans and knew they where extremely dangerous, but.....against her better judgment, she decided to do something about them! After all, being a natural hunter herself and being disgusted by the act of killing for food, the fact they did it for sport and profit just....made her furious. So....she started planning!

Now, going in guns a blazing was a very bad idea, and Sasha really had to plan for all possibilities. First, she would arm herself with her spear as a weapon, and while she had no intention of killing anyone, she would if she needed to. Second, she needed to make sure they couldn't see who or what she was! So, she made herself a Full Desert Cloak and Scarf with a very fine Black Mesh vail covering what little of her face would be exposed, including pants, boots, and gloves. And the final touch she needed was a way to not only cover her tracks and make her harder to identify, she needed something that would made the poachers fear her more! So, despite her distaste for her mystical powers, she used her wind abilities to help make a small sandstorm around herself as she approached and while she attacked. And in addition, after scaring and/or killing them, she would then go to any animals that where held in the camps that where still alive and let them go! And any small and injured animals, she would take back to her home, and try and nurse them back to health before letting them go!

After a while of doing this, word soon spread far and wide across Africa about a mysterious being that roams the desert and protects the lands from those who would take advantage of the creatures that inhabit it! A being of great power, who lives in the sandstorms! Eventually earning a name! The Desert Dragon!

And for many more years, Sasha kept up her crusade, eventually getting a pretty bad scar on her left leg saving a three-legged Tortious, who she named Plato and kept as a pet since he really wouldn't be able to survive on his own ever again. And then one day, after raiding another poacher camp, Sasha noted some of the strange tech they had on hand! Along with their equipment having a very odd symbol on it resembling a Dragon's Claw. Sasha couldn't shake the feeling like these weren't just some average poachers and decided to do a little research into it. And after a little bit of digging on the internet, Sasha found that the symbol belonged to an organized crime group called The Foot Clan. Normally they ran mostly in Japan, but apparently they have operations in The US as well! In New York mostly! And even more curiously, it appeared that New York has been through quite a strange amount of happenings! Both Alien and Magical, with this organization right at the center of all of it!

Call it her teachings about the importance of her job as a Mystical Protector of sorts....but something in Sasha's gut was telling her that she NEEDED to get to the bottom of all these occurrences, and why they where in Africa! But before she could do much more digging, her computer was hacked, and a voice came though the screen that sounded...inhuman. The voice introduced itself as The Fugitoid and asked her what she knew of all these occurrences and if she worked for The Foot or even someone else. Sasha denied it of course, telling him that she truly knew nothing but had seen the symbol on some tech in a camp in Africa, and had a feeling it meant something bad!

There was a moment of silence before he asked a strange question, "Are you by chance not human?"

Sasha was hesitant at first to answer, but she told him that yeah, she wasn't human. At that point the screen flashed to show a.....Robot of some kind. He spoke kind and properly, seeming quite thrilled to see that she was a mutant, and behind him was a very very tall mutant who when he bent down to see the screen too, it was a large Crocodile mutant, calling himself Leatherhead! The three of them talked for hours about science, and about the stuff Sasha had seen in the desert! These talks went on for weeks! This was the first time Sasha had made a real friend, and they both seemed to be into the same things as she was! And after a while, Sasha learned from them that they have more mutant friends too! Four turtle brothers actually. Telling her about all the crazy and strange things that they have seen and been through.

And that's when Leatherhead had a crazy idea! If she could get to New York, he and The Fugitoid would make a place for her to live with them. Her skills would be useful to not just them, but The Turtles too. She'd get to meet them, and maybe, they could find out why The Foot where in Africa.

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 16-17

Personality: intelligent, Energetic, Motherly, Self Conscious, Determined, Independent, Can Get Lonely, and Curious

Species: Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: African

Relationship Status: Single (has an ongoing mutual crush on Donnie, but don't go through with a full relationship, due to their lives being so....complicated)

Orientation: Straight

Relationship W/ The Turtles: She views them like family! Especially Leo, as he reminds her a lot of her big brother! Mikey is peak little brother to her, and she does enjoy listening to him tell stories about The Silver Sentry and watching movies with him. Him being the first one to introduce her to pizza! Though he does have a habit of poking fun at how close she and Donnie are. She and Raph get along more then one might think. Sure the two argue, but both have issues with inner demons, and Sasha's not afraid to hear him out since she does the same with Leatherhead all the time. Her and Donnie are defiantly much closer then "Just friends", as the two of them understand one another on a whole other level then anyone else. He was the one to teach Sasha how to warm up to Humans, and she idolizes him for his mechanical skills.

Powers: Speed, Zulu Stick Fighting, Hunting (Sasha's natural abilities make her a very skilled hunter and tracker), Technical Knowledge (While not as Mechanically gifted as Donnie, Sasha is still able to keep up with him on projects), Sōjutsu (A Japanese style of Spear Fighting), Multilingual (Sasha speaks Swahili and English fluently! But also knows Japanese, Spanish, Italian and Latin), Elemental Mystic Powers (Sasha, thanks to the gift from her former master, now has the two of the six main elements of the earth: Wind and Electricity. Because of these two Sasha can summon Lightning Storms and use large bolts of lightning on foes, Increase her speed to almost light speed, create winds to help her jump farther, Use her electricity to power machines or make herself a fuzzy Stun gun, and shoot electrical missals that burst into electrical dust that can stun others!), Mystical Powers (And aside from her elemental powers, Sasha also has other powers that she, her Grandmother, and Brother all have! Like Creating portals that can carry her and others large distances, Potion Making, Light spells, and Crystal magic), Roar (Sasha and her family can roar unlike most Cheetah's), Enhanced Strength (Sasha, being a carnivore, is already much stronger then The Turtles. But in addition to that, Sasha was a wild animal to begin with rather then a human pet.), and Intellect.

Our next kibby is the 2007 Sasha, her story taking place a year after the TMNT film!

This Sasha is an interesting one, as unlike some of the others, her story doesn't take place at all in NYC, but rather has The Turtles traveling to Africa.

A pandemic hits NYC that starts spreading super fast, proving to be extremely fatal. And April gets sick with it. Splinter shares the story of an ancient Artifact in Africa, said to be item of great healing. and under his directions, The Turtles go there and find themselves landing in thick Jungle. While wandering around lost for a while Donnie falls off a steep drop and hits a bush covered in thorns. But these thorns are unlike any normal plant they've seen, and Donnie starts to feel dizzy and on the verge of passing out. His brothers get him out of the thorns, but by the time they do, Donnie is already tripping pretty hard and can't see for shit. When they are ambushed by what seem to be natives of the Jungle, surrounding them with spears. But it seems like these guys aren't humans.....they mutants like them.

A tall native, a very large male cheetah approaches them, and he asks why they are here. Leo pleads for them to help them as they're lost and their brother is hurt. The cheetah looked at all of them, then the injured brother. And he agreed, saying that his sister would tend to him while he talked to the other three.

Hours later, Donnie wakes up, noticing that his brothers are nowhere around and more importantly, he's in a hut somewhere. When we turns his head around he sees a mutant cheetah staring at him in awe, a female from what he can tell with his blurry vision. "Are you an Angel...." he slurred. She laughs and tells him that she's afraid not, and he's definitely not dead. They introduce themselves a little, finding out her name is Sasha, and that her Big Brother, Kenai, was the one who brought him to her along with his brothers.

After a bit of talking with both the cheetahs, The Turtles find out that this tiny tribe of mutants are all protectors of the artifact they're looking for! The Turtles plead with them to help them find it since they know where it is, and that it will help save their friend, and by extension, the world. The two agree, but warn the four of them that if they're laying, or doing this for selfish reasons, the artifact will take their life forces in retaliation. Sasha came along to 1. Help them appeal to The Artifact. 2. She's the chosen vesicle for some of the Artifacts healing powers, so it will most likely need her to carry out their needs if it agrees to help. 3. Donnie maybe able to walk now, but he got a nasty dose of that plant's poison. And as a highly skilled and devoted healer, she wasn't just gunna leave a patient without proper care.

During the journey, Sasha got rather close with The Turtles. As a devoted healer and Protector of The Artifact, Sasha hasn't had much of an opportunity to make or keep friends. And the most of the folks she meets are ones that need her healing, but are beyond her powers ability to help too much. However, Donnie is the one she got the closest too. He was super knowledgeable about "The World Beyond The Trees" and loved asking questions about it. She had seen humans before, and had seen the strange equipment they used, and she wanted to know more. Know more about New York! The world! And....him too.

Eventually Sasha and Donnie separated by a group of strange men who came to try and take The Artifact, and Sasha used her healing powers on herself to save Donnie's life. This caused her to loose her powers, as the powers gifted to her by The Artifact forbid her to use her healing magic on herself. In addition, it left her feeling very weak, as the downside to using her powers at all was that it would take power from her own lifeforce. Meaning that she would keep getting weaker and weaker by the second. Meaning.....The Turtles would have to make a choice. Save April and The World....or save Sasha....

As much as it pained Her Brother and The Turtles....they had to choose The World. So, carrying Sasha to The Hidden Temple, they finally found The Artifact. The Turtles pleading for it to help save The World from the pandemic! A very deep and booming voice from The Artifact that is neither male or female spoke. Noticing that Sasha was in the temple, and that she went against her duties to save Donnie, it asked if they where sure with their choice. They all agreed, and suddenly a flash of light engulfed the temple.

They all received a vision of a beautiful wave of golden light engulfing the world. And then....they awoke outside The Temple. Confused they all looked around only to see Sasha standing beside them, smiling at them. She explained that thanks to their sacrifice, The Artifact decided to have mercy on her. That said....The Artifact had to occupy a living host in order to do what was asked. And it chose Sasha.

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Personality: Curious, Intelligent, Cautious, Caring, Serious, Graceful, and Motherly

Species: Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: African

Relationship Status: Single (Has feelings for Donnie that are reciprocated, but two are unable to have a normal relationship due to distance.)

Orientation: Straight

Relationship W/ The Turtles: She's absolutely fascinated by them, as they are the first real friends she's ever had! And feels like she can learn a lot from all of them! She finds Leo so be a very kind and noble leader, much like her Brother. Raph is a little rough around the edges, but means well and cares so much about his family. And Mikey is so lively and adores his spirit, even if he is a bit silly. As for Donnie, she adores him. The knowledge he has of the outside world is so fascinating, and his ability to just....make things is just incredible! she also finds his obvious nervousness around her endearing and kinda cute!

Powers: Healing (Sasha has the ability to heal, however it comes with quite a few set backs and limitations! She can't cure terminal illnesses like Cancer. She can't help someone regrow a limb, she can close a wound, but that's it. She can help speed up a healing, but she can't bring anyone back from death or keep them from dying. The most she can do is help ease their pain. And even then, using any of these powers drain her lifeforce, making her more likely to die sooner then she would naturally.) Plant Knowledge (With her Healing being so limited, it is important that she knows how to use traditional medicines and medical practices in order to serve her patients! One of these is gathering the correct herbs to make remedies for them!), Speed (Sasha's speed, while impressive for a cheetah, she still can only sprint before she needs to stop. However, living in the jungle instead of the Desert like most of her kind, she has learned to have killer reflexes when it comes to dodging obstacles even at top speed.) Vine/Branch Surfing & Vine Swigging (Sasha, having lived in the Jungle her whole life, learned from a very young age how to tread the terrain quickly over long distances. Usually using Branches and thick vines as slides or swinging from vine to vine like Tarzan.)

Our next Cheetah is probably the most complicated to explain, but i will try! Let me introduce IDW Comics Sasha!

This Sasha's story actually begins with the story of a Goddess! She was the Goddess of the earth and life itself, and like most other gods, it was part of her job to keep the powers and magic of the world in line, and to make sure it never came into the wrong hands! But like all things, this plan went sideways and rouge magic user was hungry for power, and unfortunately, The Goddess of Earth was a target. And the easiest way to get these powers, was to kill the host of said powers. And unfortunately....they succeeded! The Goddess of The Earth was killed, and her powers were up for grabs! But....The Goddess wasn't gunna go down so easily without a fight!

Being a god with a very important job to do, did her best to keep doing her work! However, without a living host to house her soul and power, she couldn't exactly do so safely. And it's not like finding a host was very easy, as only those with pure hearts and bodies would be viable candidates. So for many years, The goddess was left to roam the world in search of a host to carry on her tasks, eventually having to split her soul and power into three pieces to make herself harder to track.

And one day....she found the perfect host! Or rather Hosts! They were three Cheetahs! An elder female, A young adult male, and a small female cub! But unlike most animals, something strange had happen to these three! Due to some human pollution in the African Jungles, these three had been exposed to some strange chemicals, causing their bodies to become more humanoid, and their brains beginning to function more like that of a human. True, they where primitive, but they where pure of heart, and now had the bodies to wield her powers! So she possessed all three, but something....strange and unforeseen happened. Apparently during the time that her soul had separated, parts of her personality became weakened, and due to this it allowed for her hosts to have parts of their personalities shine through! This didn't hinder too much however, as this Allowed the goddess to choose which of her powers would go to which cheetah, and who would wield what better!

Kenai, the young male Cheetah, showed himself to be a devoted protector of his family. And while mostly calm and collected, he also had a switch that would make him incredibly angry and fierce when needed! For this reason, Fire and Water where the perfect elements for him!

The oldest Female, Imara ,having more life experience then the other two, made her a lot more cold are hardened to the unfairness of the world! But this also made her quite resourceful and willing to change her circumstances to fit her needs! After all, she and her two younger cheetah's all started living in the jungle instead of the desert like the kind because it was easier to find food here! And it was cooler during the day! For this, Earth and Ice where good matches for her!

Leaving the youngest....Sasha left! Unfortunately due to her age, she didn't have much of a personality outside of a child's general curiosity and carefree nature! Which was refreshing for the Goddess, as for as long as she could remember, she was made for the soul purpose of serving the world as one of it's protectors! And she never had a choice to be anything else. And this was like a breath of fresh air! Getting to experience so much more from a perspective that was so different! This made Sasha's powers of Electricity and Wind and easy match for her!

But these elemental abilities where not their only gifts however! They where being controlled and possessed by a god after all, and thus gained plenty other powers as well! Seeing things normal beings can't, knowledge of other universes realms of reality, Teleportation via portals, and even immortality to some degree. See...after having her previous body destroyed in such a harsh manner, the goddess decided that these new vesicles would not be allowed to die unless it was by natural causes. In other words....old age!

So for many years, Sasha, her brother, and grandmother spent their days honing their god-like powers, traveling to far lands to rid the world of those who would disturb the balance of magic, and learn how to deal with the changes of the world as time went on. Sasha had started growing fond and was fascinated with the modern world! All the technology, culture, and beauty it had to offer was just so....tempting. But....alas....she couldn't really be a part of it. Being a mutant already put a bit of a damper on that, but having to perform her duties as a meat puppet for a god made getting time to herself to spend on hobbies almost impossible. and she was starting to dislike this quite a bit. The Goddess could tell this too, and while she'd love nothing more then be able to let these three be their own people, she couldn't just....let them go. They were now bonded till their inevitable expiration dates, an nothing could change that.

Well as time went on, Imara, The Grandmother, fell very ill. She soon wouldn't be long for this world, and The Goddess would have to be one body short and have further possess the remaining two. Allowing them to gain her other powers. But before passing on, The Grandmother asked the two of them to complete on last task for her, as her final wish. The two agreed, and then the Grandmother presented the two of them with an empty glass canister that had been smashed open, with the letters TCRI printed on the side.

"Find this place, learn all you can about our rebirth. And please, support each other, fallow your hearts, and when all seems lost remember that I will be with both of you, and i will help you find your way. I love both of you my cubs...."

And with that, she passed on, her body dissolving into golden dust and slowly absorbed into Sasha and Kenai.

With her last words in mind, the two of them quickly started trying to figure out more about that TCRI canister. And while meditating on it, the two of them received a vison of a tall building above a sea of more tall buildings, with the letters TCRI on the top. As a flash of Sasha's lighting is seen shooting up from the top of the building, and the vison then fades away. Trying to find out more info, Sasha and her brother started spying on some of the local cities to see if they could get anymore information on the location of this building. And they where eventually lucky enough to over hear a conversation from a traveling business man saying something about TCRI.....in a place called New York City....

Deciding it would be better to save their energy and cause less of a scare if they just....showed up in New York with a portal, they snuck onto a cargo plane and started heading to their next stop!

But the ride didn't go so smoothly however! As while just before reaching the mainland, their plane started to become unstable and they ended up having to jump from the air craft, but while Kenai was able to portal himself safely onto the dock, Sasha was far less quick to react and ended up hitting the water hard, and blacking out.

Sasha later awoke with a jolt, spitting up water and coughing. And after bit, realized that she was on....well not dry land, but was no longer in the water. From what she could tell, she wasn't on the docks, but rather underground and in what looked to be big man made caves with water flowing through them. The walls being made of metal and stone, along with the overwhelming stink of humans, gave Sasha the impression that she defiantly wasn't where she needed to be. So, she started wondering the dark tunnels looking for any sign of her brother....or the TCRI building.

And after a long time of wandering around, Sasha came into a large chamber, with huge pipes high on the walls slowly having water run out of them into a large pool of swirling water blow the center of the room. Suddenly, bubbles came up from the water as a large spikey turtle like creature emerged and crawled it's way over to her, before standing on it's hindlegs, and charging at her, large sharp claws and fangs ready to tear her to bits! Using was godly awareness she had, Sasha could tell this creature was a mutant like herself, but for more primitive! And Clearly more violent, and while she had no want or need to kill this creature, she wasn't exactly gunna just let it hurt her either. The fight didn't last too long, and eventually, Sasha was able to land a good solid punch to the middle of the creature's beak, knocking the beast out cold, but a sudden voice from behind her made her jump, as it was English being spoken, and she had thought she had been seen by humans. But....she was mistaken! It was actually....more mutant turtles. But unlike the other one she just fought with, these four were much smaller and wore strange combat gear, and small colored masks over their eyes. Each on holding a different weapon. She didn't know if these ones where related at all to the previous one, but she wasn't gunna stick around to find out, and she angrily hissed at them as she quickly jumped and insanely high jump and escaped threw one of the pipes above them.

And after wards, eventually found her way to the surface! Poking her head out of a grate, she quickly took cover in an ally way and started trying to get a better view of the city, and hopefully find her brother. After climbing the side of the building quickly, she made it to the roof and was immediately floored with how beautiful it was! The moon shone brightly over the city while the stars in the sky mimicked the way the lights in the streets danced about! She had never seen anything like this in the many years she had been around! And that's when she spotted it! The TCRI building, standing tall and proud against the light of the moon!

Making her way from roof to roof, eventually, Sasha made her way to the top of the TCRI building. And after realizing that it had been several hours since she and her brother had been separated, and she was starting to get worried. Especially after that mess with those turtle things underground. She had to come up with a plan to find him, and then she remembered her vision, and that beam of her lightning coming out of the top of the building.

It was a risky thing to do, knowing that this would pretty much draw WAY more attention then what she really wanted, but.....she had to find her brother!

So she gathered what energy she could and began to shoot a consistent beam of lightning straight into the sky! And now, all she had to do what hold it, and hope that it would be enough to catch her brother's attention.

Needless to say it worked, Kenai eventually saw this beam of lightning and rushed to the TCRI building. Sasha heard her brothers voice behind her and she stopped shooting off her bean and ran over to him relieved, giving him a hug. But then, she saw those same four turtle things standing behind him. Immediately hissed, letting go of her brother and backing away, her teeth bared and fur standing on end. She shouted at them in her native language (Swahili) and Kenai tried to calm her. Claiming that they found him and where trying to help him find her.

But before they could really start to talk everything out, an arrow shot out from the shadows and hit Sasha in the leg. The six of them turned to see Karai and other foot ninjas surrounding them on the roof. Karai briefly mentions that she knew she sensed some powerful energy in the city, sarcastically thanking The Turtles for helping to find the cause, and now they'll be killed too. Two birds with one stone. A fight soon ensued, and The Turtles along with Kenai started fighting off The Foot Ninjas, keeping Sasha from being attacked while her leg was injured. During the fight, Sasha kept an eye on each of The Turtles. Sure, it was fair to assume that they didn't like these other Ninjas, but....after the fight, then what? Could they be trusted.

At some point in the fight, Sasha saw as one of the Turtles was being knocked down, noticed an aura around him. Something familiar. Before more ninjas had the chance to swarm him, Sasha used what strength she had left to defend him. Swiping away the attackers with her claws. But despite this, Sasha's leg had begun bleeding so much, that she started to pass out, and soon blacked out, the last thing she was her brother starting to create a wall of fire around all of them.

When Sasha finally awoke again, she could definitely tell she was no longer on the roof of the TCRI building, but rather in some...makeshift medical room inside of...what looked like another underground chamber. Her leg was wrapped up and she noticed some strange electronics attached to parts of her body, along with some tubes with needles strapped to her wrists!

Needless to say, Sasha was more then a bit panicked, not seeing her brother anywhere around. Believing that she had been captured by those Ninjas.

And so, she started trying to move and get out of the bed she was in, but thanks to the injuries on her leg and the amount of blood she had lost, she lost her balance while trying to get up and feel to the ground causing a lot of the machines she had attached to herself hurt her and start going off. Suddenly she heard someone enter the room and it was one of The Turtles, the same one she had saved during the fight. He looked worried and was trying to approach her but Sasha growled and started using her electrical powers to make her body spark and crackle, making the machines she was attached to start to malfunction. He tried to plead for her to stop and just relax, but soon more people entered the room. The other three Turtles and Kenai entered the room, seeing her brother made Sasha stop sparking but she remained backed up against the wall and obviously feeling threatened.

Her brother gently explained that these four helped him find her, and that they weren't going to be a threat to her. The Turtle that she had saved even added that he was the reason she had been hooked up to those machines, apologizing for scaring her. Sasha reminded silent, but The Turtles gently stepped forward, noting that her leg wound has probably opened up again after her fall, offering to keep helping her. She looked at her brother and the other Turtles, before nodding, giving him permission.

After getting her situated back on the bed and the others leaving the two alone for a while Donatello worked silently on getting her leg back in working order, trying his best to stop the bleeding. All the while feeling extremely awkward. After all, even her bother hadn't told him or his brothers what the two of them where yet, And they just watched as Kenai had shot fire from his paws, Sasha shoot lightning, and she protected him from The Foot without knowing anything about him. And on top of that, it seemed like her eyes where laser focused on him the whole time, and normally he would have chalked this up to her just being cautious of him, but....it almost seemed like she was both deep in thought and studying him at the same time.

Eventually he asked her why she was staring at him, and her answer was a bit....surprising.

"You're a being who has touched death before too. Haven't you?"

Donnie had no clue how she knew this about him at all! The only clue would've been his metal shell. Sasha explained that, with her and her brother having the abilities of a god, they can see things others can not! Sasha had noticed that Donnie had an aura around him, his brothers didn't have such an aura. This aura was a sign that a particular soul had been in Limbo before, which could only happen if the host had died. Something she too had done at some point in her mortal life, just not through natural means, there for the goddess didn't allow her to parish. Being the technical and skeptical turtle he was, he tried his best to rationalize what she was telling him, but Sasha cupped his head with her paw, giving him visons of her and her brother's lives as hosts for the soul of a god. That got him to believe her a bit more, and afterwards, he asked her why she and her brother where in New York to begin with.

Her brother walked in and answered the question, that they where sent by they're late grandma to find out the secret behind the TCRI canister that held the chemicals that made them into mutants. That's when The Turtles filled them in on there own experience with TCRI, and it became pretty clear that these Turtles had been through the same things as them. This cleared up their questions about TCRI, but now they where faced with a new problem. If The Foot now want The Cheetah's dead for their power, then that means it will be even harder for them to get out of New York without being fallowed where ever they went. Their God-like powers being a bit hard to hide, and they couldn't stay cause otherwise they'd fine The Turtles lair! But they wouldn't get too far with Sasha only having one good leg at the moment. Teleportation would be the perfect option, but they needed to do so in a place too far from The Foot that even if they did sense their power and start trying to chase them down, they wouldn't reach them in time.

This lead to Donnie inventing a device for the two of them to wear that would hide their energy, something that greatly intrigued Sasha. Finding it quite amazing that he could create such a thing from almost nothing, kinda like a god in his own little way! (A sentiment that Donnie was a little embarrassed by, but flattered nonetheless.) After that, The Turtle's asked for April to take them to her Family's Old Farm house so that they'd be far from the city while Sasha recovered and so that they could use their powers. Without the Foot tracking them.

Eventually Sasha was able to heal up quite while, given her abilities as a god, her leg healed up with nearly no issues. But....during this healing time, she became more and more close with these Turtles, and their master. And after hearing the story of their past lives from both Splinter and Leo, she gained an even bigger admiration for them! More so for Donnie, as not only did he seem to be intrigued by her knowledge of other worlds outside of this one and her abilities (especially her teleportation and telepathy), buy his love of machines and science was so new to her and he was willing to teach her so much about the modern world. Mikey doing so as well, but more about pop culture and slang, which confused Sasha, but she tried her best to understand it all. (While sounding a bit awkward doing so.)

But all good things must come to an end, as after healing up, Sasha and her Bother really hand to go back home and get back to their God Duties. And while they wouldn't be able to visit too often due to all the work they had to do, Sasha promised them that she and her brother would try to visit when they could and would do their best to stay in touch!

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha (Though Vitia is the name of the Goddess who's soul possess her body.)

Sex: Female

Age: Unknown (Physical Age is 2 human years, making her 30 in cat years. And her God Soul has no real set age.)

Personality: Curious, Motherly, Protective, Loyal, Stoic, Loving, Wise (When it comes to Fighting, Magic, and World of Nature), and Naïve ( At least when it comes to Pop Culture, Modern Science, and Socializing. Due to having been isolated her whole life and forced to be a Magical Peacekeeper)

Species: King Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: African

Relationship Status: Single (Not by choice. And would love nothing more then to have Donnie as her mate.)

Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Being a Goddess of Life and The Earth, Sasha feels connected to The Turtles quite a bit. And after knowing of their previous lives, she can't help but empathize with them. She gets along well with Leo, him being more connected to spiritual stuff makes him easier to talk to. Sasha enjoys sparing with Raph, as he doesn't tend to hold back when he fights. She also finds the relationship between him and Alopex to be super sweet. With Mikey, Sasha adores him like a little brother. And he likes showing her all his comics, movies, and skateboards! He even let's her try different human foods, which she enjoys to a degree. She and Donatello quite smitten with each other, but due to her duties as a God, it makes hanging out a lot pretty difficult. When they are together, Donnie will often times show her all the newest inventions he's made! And Sasha will bring him back gifts from her travels as a God, usually strange and foreign mystical items. And she even granted him the ability to communicate with her Telepathically. In case he ever got himself into trouble.

Powers: Elemental Powers (Sasha has the powers of both Wind and Electricity! And after the death of her grandmother, she gained her powers over earth. But rarely uses them), Telepathy (being a God, Sasha can communicate with other beings through their minds. Though they can only hear her and can't talk back directly, unless she grants them the ability to do so.), Teleportation, Partcial Immortality (Sasha, along with her brother are both Immortal to an extent. They age and will eventually die of old age one day, but till then, the Goddess that possessed them is unwilling to let them die before then. Meaning if they are killed in any other way then old age, they will just come back to life.), Healing (Sasha is capable of healing pretty quickly from most injuries.), Speed, Claws & Teeth, Sixth Sense (Being a God, Sasha can see things that others can't. Spirits, other gods, and gateways to other worlds. She can also sense the life-force of others.

And now onto our next kitten! Unfortunately she is my least favorite to write for as she's for my least favorite version of the Turtles, but I will still show her love, cause she a baby! Welcome 2012 Sasha!

This is one for the other three versions that was human first before being a mutant! She's also the only version that has no real technical knowledge at all, unless it pertains to her weapon and gauntlets. And unlike a lot of her other versions, she's far more quiet and shy!

Sasha was born in Japan, to mother who was Japanese and a father who was an American. And around the same time, Oroku Saki had just started trying to get his revenge on Hamato Yoshi by taking every thing he loved from him! Sasha's family was caught in the cross fire as her grandmother happened to be a pupil of Yoshi's making her and her loved ones a target as well. Unfortunately for her, her daughter and son-in-law was killed. Leaving behind their small child behind in the process!

The grandmother took Sasha and they fled to America, to try and escape Saki's wrath! And it appeared to have worked!

For several years Sasha and her grandmother lived together peacefully in New York City with no real issues! But, her grandmother still feared that Saki was still out there, and didn't want Sasha to be in any danger. So, from a very young age, Sasha was taught ninjutsu! And using what her grandmother learned from her former master (who she never named), Sasha became quite a skilled fighter. Though, despite these skills, Sasha was a very....shy girl. Having been warned about an enemy of her grandmother's former mater, and that he could still one day come after them, Sasha kept to herself most of the time. As to not draw any unnecessary attention to her or her grandmother.

That said, Sasha's Grandmother had to have some way to pay the bills and decided to open up a small martial arts studio, where Sasha helped tutor some of the younger kids in the class. But this ended up being a huge mistake!

One day some strange men in suites that moved a little too strangely, broke into the dojo while Sasha and Her Grandmother where closing up for the evening! They had weapons that neither of them had seen before, and quickly overpowered both Sasha and her grandmother. And once they where done, they took Sasha and left the Grandmother alone.

These men happened to be robotic bodies for some strange brain-like aliens calling themselves The Kraang, and after taking Sasha away, they started to mutate her slowly into a Humanoid Cheetah. Sasha hated this! All of it! She already felt like a bit of an outcast as a human, but now.....she truly didn't belong anywhere anymore! According to what little info she could get, they had been asked by someone to take her specifically due to her skills as a fighter and her age. They intended to use her as a weapon against....from what she could gleam, other mutants! And The Kraang really had no intention on just letting this other client keep her forever. Since after taking out this mutual mutant problem of theirs, they planned on having Sasha fight on their terms next and help them in getting rid of the client.

Unfortunately for them, the whole brainwashing thing didn't exactly work as intended, and Sasha wanted nothing to do with either of these two sides! So, for now she laid low, and behaved. Until the day finally came when she was to be delivered to the client. They met in a warehouse and when Sasha was let out of her containment chamber, she was surrounded by tons of what looked like Foot Ninjas, something that made her heart drop. These where the same dudes her Grandmother warned her about, and then she saw their boss. A very tall man, wearing a suit of armor that very closely resembled a Samurai. This had to be The Shredder. And next to him where two more mutants like herself! One a giant Fish and the other a Dog.

The shredder ordered her to prove her strength to him and take on his two henchmen. And after the cuffs on her hands and feet where removed, Sasha took her opportunity and began fighting the two while finding a way to escape, and she almost didn't make it. Buy before all seemed lost, a few smoke bombs where dropped in the warehouse allowing for Sasha to escape out of a skylight, having to jump on the head of one of what she thought was one of Shredder's ninja's heads to get the extra boost!

For the next few hours, Sasha did her best to stay hidden in the roof tops from both The Foot and The Kraang! Eventually, she took shelter in a storage closet of sorts, and soon she heard a noise. But....it wasn't the sound of a Foot Ninja or a Kraang bot. She stepped out of closet and fallowed the sound just a few feet away from her hiding spot and noticed what looked like another mutant. This time, he was a giant...turtle. Somewhat taller then her and looking at some strange phone looking thing in his hand. He didn't look to be part of The Foot or The Kraang, but regardless she watched him closely from a distance. But this ended up not working out so well as just a few hundred yards away from him, some Kraang bots started showing up from the horizon and started shooting at him! Causing him to make a break for it....HEADING HER WAY! Sasha quickly ducked back into her storage closet hiding spot, and then figured...if The Kraang where shooting him, then he had to be a good guy! So she waited till she heard his footsteps get closer before quickly grabbing him and dragging him quickly into the closet! Clamping her hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming.

The Turtle struggled for a moment before Sasha quickly shushed him, as the two could hear The Kraang Bots chittering as they walked by. After a bit more waiting in silence, Sasha gently cracked open the closet door to have a peek outside, letting The Turtle in her arms finally get a look at her face. Finally, Sasha let The Turtle go and the two of them came out of the closet, finally taking a breath of fresh air. Sasha was just about to leave The Turtle behind, but before he could stop her, a Throwing star was tossed in-between the two of them!

The Foot had surrounded them both and it didn't seem like they where too interested in talking! So Sasha and her new Turtle "Friend" made quick work of them! Sasha noting that his fighting style seemed pretty similar to her own. After the fight was over, she and The Turtle exchanged a few words of gratitude and The both of them making the safe assumption that neither of them worked for each other's enemies. And Sasha assuring him that she had no intentions on hurting him or his brothers, so long as they don't hurt what she was trying to protect! And before The Turtle could ask what she meant by that, she took off into the night!

And for about a week, Sasha didn't see him again! And she spent those days hanging out on a rooftop, not far from her and her grandmothers apartment. Sasha figured that if those guys when to all that trouble to take her specifically, then it was highly likely that they would now try to target her Grandmother! After all, if they couldn't use her, then they could either use her grandmother as leverage or mutate her too. And there was no way in hell she was gunna let that happen. But....it pained her! To have to watch her Grandmother form a far! After what those freaks did to her....

She was....a monster now! There's no way Sasha could just walk back up to her grandmother all normal like? She couldn't let her grandma see her like this! It was....heartbreaking....and it really made her feel all alone.

But one night, while she was sulking, she started hearing sounds coming in her direction! So, Sasha quickly hid with her Tech Scythe at the ready! Finally she jumped one of the intruders only to see that it looked like the Turtle mutant she met a week ago, only....different. This one being a bit shorter, with a crack in his shell, and wearing a red mask. He screamed, and as he did so, three more turtles showed up! One of them being the one she had already met! The one with the Blue mask, who's name was apparently Leonardo, convinced her not to hurt his brother. Eventually they explained to her that they where the ones that helped her escape the Shedder, by dropping those smoke bombs in the warehouse, Raph getting a bit pissy at her for jumping on his head to get up to the skylight.

After a bit of convincing, Sasha agreed to go to The Turtles lair to meet their master, after seeing who she was trying to protect. They figured that with Splinter having been formally a human too, could talk to Sasha about upping her confidence to go and finally talk to her Grandmother again, despite her new form. During this meeting, Sasha learned rather quickly that Splinter was in fact Hamato Yoshi, her Grandmother's former master. He urged her that despite appearances, she should still go to her Grandmother and let her know that she is alive! That no matter her form, a caregivers love will never waver. After all, he as a rat still took care of The Turtles.

Sasha was then escorted out of the lair, but on their way out, Sasha noticed that the TV on their Living room was showing some news feed. It looked like they where reporting on a fire happening in an apartment building, and soon, Sasha's heart sank when she heard the name of her and her grandmother's building. But by the time The Turtles and Sasha made it back to the building, it was too late! After the firefighters and cops disappeared, The Turtles and Sasha both investigated the remains of the apartment. Hoping to either find out if Sasha's Grandmother was killed in the fire, the cause of the fire, or if she made it out ok.

And to Sasha's horror, she noticed two things! Their former apartment looked like a tornado had ripped right through it. Indicating that a fight had defiantly went down in there! And two, there was absolutely no sign of her grandmother in there! No scent! No body! No ashes! Nothing! And then she found the sheath to her Grandmother's Katana, but no blade in sight. Her worst fears had been realized! The Kraang took her.

With the help of The Turtle's, Sasha was able to break into the Kraang's HQ and rescue her Grandma! Sasha did try to stay behind to hold off The Kraang, and was hoping to sacrifice herself as a form punishment for letting her grandma down and getting her kidnaped. And in her mind, her grandma didn't need to be worrying about how to deal with a Mutant Granddaughter. But Donnie wasn't gunna let her do it, and had her back in the fight, getting her out before it was too late!

And while it did take a bit for her grandma to accept what had happened to Sasha, she still loved her and promised she would do her best to try and keep her as comfortable as possible! That said, Sasha still stayed with The Turtles occasionally, mostly to keep from being a burden on her Grandma. But she also wanted to learn more from Splinter, since she had mastered most of what her Grandmother had taught her for years! (And she'd be lying if she said she didn't like getting to see Donnie more often.)

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha Tachi

Sex: Female

Age: 15

Personality: Quite, Shy, Serious (Mostly When in Combat), Hopeless Romantic, Self Conscious, Caring, Protective, and Dedicated

Species: Cheetah (Formally Human)

Race/Ethnicity: Asian (Raised in America)

Relationship Status: Single (Has a mostly One-Sided crush on Donnie, that eventually becomes mutual)

Orientation: Straight

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Sasha has a great amount of respect for (most of) The Turtles. Her relationship with Leo is a bit complicated as at first, he was a bit jealous of her ability to catch onto Splinter's lessons so quick. But then this turned to respect, as she proved to be very helpful in battle and made a very skilled sparring partner. Then very slowly he gained a small crush on her in a way, but never made any moves as it was pretty clear to anyone with eyes that she was into Donnie, even if he didn't like her back and was too into April. He felt pretty bad for her and just wanted to help her move on, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. This is way when it finally came to light how Sasha felt about Donnie, Leo snapped at Donnie trying to downplay the confession. Her and Raph argue a lot and compete in a LOT of things! Since he's basically besties with Casey (who likes to challenge and make fun of Sasha any chance he gets), the three of them are often facing off in some kind of Sport related activity. She and Mikey get along very well, They both like comics, music, and dancing! The two of them even making up little routines to do when they come back from a successful mission. And even though he might be a blabbermouth, he's the only one who Sasha has directly admitted her crush on Donnie to. A secret he keeps successfully for quite a while, mostly because he knows that Sasha's not the best at hiding how she feels anyway and basically everyone knows already. Everyone except the turtle himself. Donnie is almost painfully oblivious to Sasha's feelings for him, to the point where he will actually confide in her his feelings and frustration about his one sided crush on April. Not realizing the pain he puts her through. He sees her as a fellow "Mutant who wants what they can't have", since she admitted that she had a crush on classmate she had while being human, but never got the guts to say something. and now that she's a mutant, her chances are all but dust now. Despite this however, Sasha still cares deeply for him and will protect him no matter what, cause in the end she just wants him to be happy. Even if it doesn't involve them being an item.

Powers: Speed, Sonic Sprint (Sasha can charge up a very powerful sprint that lets her basically rush through most obstacles, nearly reaching the speed of light! Though this doesn't last very long and usually leaves her very drained after, so it's only for emergencies), Bilingual (Sasha speaks both Japanese and English fluently), Tech Scythe and Gantlets (When she was captured and mutated by The Kraang, they made her a custom weapon to use against The Turtles. This is a retractable Tech Scythe, and the blade can be opened when the gauntlets on her wrists senses an increase in heart rate. The gauntlets also allow her to attract the Scythe back into her hands if she's ever disarmed.), and Enhanced Senses (Sasha's Sight, Hearing, and sense of smell are VERY strong!)

The next kitty is probably one of my favs! Give it up for the one and only Bayverse/2014-2016 Sasha!

Making this Sasha was probably the most fun I've had in a while! I had to Think like Michael Bay in order to make her LOOK like she belonged in The Bayverse! What what are they most known for besides the uses of Lens Flares, Explosions, Car Chases, and Shitty writing? Overly sexualized ladies! Now I didn't wanna get too overtly sexual with her, as I figured with her being a bit more on the nerdy side, she'd probably be a bit more modest. I also had to go with a more realistic and complex design for her, given what they did with The Turtles designs.

Her story takes place a year after the second movie, and her birth takes place a year before The Turtles creations!

Years ago, when Eric Sacks and The Shredder started work on Project Renaissance, they built many branches off of their work incase they needed a Plan B of sorts. Project F.A.N.G.S (Frontal Assault Non-human Genetic Squad) was a side venture to create potential Mutant Soldiers out of some of the most dangerous animals they could get their hands on! This Branch was kept as a tight secret from the rest of the project and went through some illegal means to obtain these animals! One such method involved bribing the owners of The NY Central Park Zoo to let them take a few of their "problem animals" off their hands! Taking a Male Hyena, a Female Timber Wolf, a Female Fennec Fox, and finally a Male Cheetah and a Female Cheetah Cub.

This Female Cub was an interesting case for a few reasons! In addition to being younger then the others from the zoo, she was also the only one to not show any aggression at all. Which seems odd since they wanted the most viscous animals for the project. However, this was part of another side experiment. Every good squad of soldiers needs a brilliant Technical and Strategic officer, and she was the perfect candidate as they needed someone younger and who could be easily manipulated.

And so the mutation began, and it didn't take very long at all for the little cub to show signs of becoming more intelligent! While, yes, she still couldn't talk, she had learned how to communicate with the doctors using certain sounds, gestures, and even started beginning to understand written words too! She would also sometimes use Morse Code to communicate by tapping on the table or glass of her cage to ask for things! The doctors where amazed by her progress, but became worried when it seemed she was communicating with the other F.A.N.G.S experiments too. And in particular, worried that their violent behaviors would imprint on her too. So, they separated her from the others to continue her learning!

Eventually, Sacks had heard about the progress she had made and had an idea. If the The Turtles from Project Renaissance could be made into weapons like The F.A.N.G.S subjects, they'd have the perfect Squad for The Military! (And a way to make more money.) But first, he needed to see if Sasha and The Turtles could be compatible, after all they'd be taking orders form her and she is carnivorous. They didn't need her trying to eat them.

So, one day Sacks ask Mr. O'Neil and his daughter to meet up with him in a private Testing and Observation room set up to look kinda like a police interrogation room with a One Way Window on one side of the room with door next to it. Sacks had lied to Mr. O'Neil about Sasha's true purpose and had told him that he had wanted another mammal aside from Splinter to be used for Project Renaissance! And he had asked for April to bring him one of her pet Turtles in for the experiment!

"Choose one that will be nice to her! She's lonely and could use a new friend!"

And so, April ran off and grabbed Donatello from his tank and brought him into The Test Room, Where she sat him down on the opposite side of the table from Sasha and then hid in the side room with her Dad and Sacks to watch what happens. And the three of them where stunned when Sasha started approaching Donnie, and getting spooked by him when he poked his head out from his shell. She was so curious about this "New Rock with A Head", gently batting at his shell to watch his head duck back into his shell a bit. Giving him a quick lick, only to notice that he tasted terrible and shake her head in disgust. And accidentally knocking him over onto his shell and rolling him back over.

And he in turn was very interested in her! She was SO much bigger then him, his brothers, or even Splinter! She smelled different, sounded different, and felt so warm and soft! Unlike his tank that was cold and wet. So, when Sasha sat in front of him to watch him some more, he stepped over to her and buried himself into her chest, enjoying the warm and soft fur, being relaxed by the sound of her heartbeat and purring. Soon Sacks told April to quickly run and bring he other Turtles in too! And it was amazing! April ran over to Sasha and Donnie, putting the other Turtles on the table in front of her, introducing herself and The Turtles! The Five of them took to each other very well! Leo watched the cheetah intensely, Mikey joined Donnie in cuddling her fur, and Raph took a small nibble of her tail.

But like all good things, this too had to come to an end! And it would be the last time Sasha would see those little turtles again. Sacks took Sasha back to The F.A.N.G.S Lab, and later on that same night, Sasha was awoken by the smell of smoke! The facility was on fire and there where no doctors around! Sasha, through some trial and error was able to escape her cage and ran over to The other Male Cheetah's cage and opened it up for him. As soon as she did this, he picked her up and started running off out of the Lab, passing the other F.A.N.G.S Subjects. Sasha made him stop, and convinced him to help her save them too. After doing so, the five of them escaped out of the lab and fled into a quiet Subway station.

For a few weeks, these five wondered around the subway lines of New York, before making to an almost uninhabited part of the city, finding a huge abandoned Subway station. A perfect home for them!

For fifteen long years, that's where Sasha was raised! The F.A.N.G.S now acting like one big unit! A pack! A.....family! Sasha was the youngest out of the five of them, mostly seen as the baby and was usually protected by the others, though she did show that she was capable on her own a few times in her life! Despite never being aggressive or violent like her fellow Pack Members, she was far more resourceful and was fond of using her Wit, Cunning, and inventiveness to aid her! Kenai, while not blood related to her, still treated her like his blood sister. And he was defiantly the oldest out of the five! Luna and Harry where the same age, but Harry was defiantly the bigger out of the two. His size alone would be enough to scare most threats away, with a temper to match! Luna had a mean streak too, but was a tad bit more on the sassy side, rather then angry. With Tori being the same age as Sasha, though being a Fennec Fox, was still much shorter then all of them! But she was no less resourceful, as her size was perfect for sneaking around and her ears being extremely useful for hearing threats before they'd show up!

As for Sasha, the controlled mutation had done wonders for her intelligence. She showed real skill with her hands as she made all kinds of gadgets and weapons for herself and her Packmates to use! She even equipped the Den with all the nicest comforts from TV's to AC hookups! The only real downside to this was.....she could still remember everything that happened in that Lab that created them! While the others only had flashes of memories, they couldn't really comprehend the events of every day they spent in there. This ate away at Sasha for a few reasons, but the most important of which was because....those little itty bitty Box Turtles. The day the lab caught fire, was the same day she met them. They where nice, and the only other subjects in that lab aside from her and her Packmates. She hated to think that they might have perished in the fire, but seeing the way April cared so much for them, she had faith that....some how, she found a way to save them.

In all honesty her packmates didn't believe her, that there were other subjects at the lab! Or that they'd even be alive. And to prove she wasn't crazy, Sasha built a small machine (that she admitted she got the idea from Meet the Robinsons) that would let her see her memories! And display them for the others. And while it did convince them that, yes, they existed. It didn't prove weather or not they where still alive.

As the years dragged on, Sasha and the others had to admit, they where starting to become a little resentful of humans. Each one of them really wanted to do more with their lives! Kenai wanted to work with Wildlife conservations! To keep more animals from becoming lab rats like they where! Harry wanted to get into MMA fighting, to show off his strength and finally use his full skillset as a fighter! Luna and Tori wanted so badly to be Rap/R&B artists! Sure they didn't necessarily need to be seen to do that, but to go on tour, they would have to! And as for Sasha....her reasons where a tad bit more on the nose! One, she wanted to use her technical knowledge to help better society! And two....she wanted to find love! Sasha had spent years watching sweet and beautiful loves stories in anything from Movies, to Shows, to video games. And she wasn't gunna lie, it looked like fun! Seeing two people lock eyes with one another, and seeing the sparks fly as they'd kiss! It made her sweet nerdy heart melt! But.....she'd never be able to experience that for herself.....not while she looked like this.

That's when Sasha had an absolutely crazy idea, if the mutagen that was used on them turned them into humanoids, perhaps they could use they're blood, take out the mutagen, and reengineer it to make them all human! Sasha pitched the idea to the others, and they all agreed that this was they're quest!

However, they swiftly hit a roadblock on this path, as while Sasha was able to get enough samples from all of them to get enough mutagen to create the serum that would change them....there where noticeable gaps in their Mutagenic codes! In other words, the mutagen from their blood wouldn't be enough to complete the serum. They'd need blood from every test subject that was involved with Project Renaissance. Meaning they needed those Turtles.....but....they where long gone. And it seemed all was lost for them.

This was, until one day, the huge spire at the top of Sacks Tower was destroyed, it had fallen into the streets along with Shredder! He and Sacks where both taken into custody, and their plot to infect the city with a deadly toxin was reveled to the public. The news had stated that a man named Vernon Fenwick, who was apparently a Channel 6 News Camera Man, stopped Shredder and The Foot from completing their task. Calling him Vern "The Falcon" Fenwick. This was a crock of shit, and Sasha and her fellow Packmates weren't buying it one bit! But...they had no real proof as to what really happened.

This didn't stop Sasha though, as she kept looking for answers! She even asked her Packmates to set out small security cameras in different locations throughout the city to try and see if she couldn't catch something on them! Anything! And finally, two years later, she caught something! On top of Madison Square Garden, just as a Knicks game was about to begin, Sasha caught a very blurry glimpse of what looked like four very large figures sneaking into an air vet on the roof! Sasha's heart practically skipped a beat seeing this! Could it be those Turtles? Did they survive somehow? Where had they been this whole time?

That same evening, hours later, The shredder was being transported to another prison. But the mission was unsuccessful, as The Foot where trying to break him out of police custody. But with the help of a very strange Garbage Truck intervening with the operation, they where slowed down. Until a weird portal opened, dragging The Shredder inside it, and then disappearing! Sasha was able to watch a lot of the action through some more of her hidden cameras. In particular, she took note of all the strange weapons on the Garbage Truck. And the name on the side.....Tartaruga Brothers....

It had to be them! It just had to be! And she HAD to meet them again!

So, she pulled her Packmates aside and asked them to please be on the look out for The Turtles when they'd go out. If they met them face to face, try to convince them to come back to the Den. So that she could see if they'd be will to help them make the serum they needed to become human. And even make some for them too, if they so wanted. Her Packmates promising that they would do so, but ultimately thinking to themselves that the day would never come, and that their younger Packmate had finally lost it. But after the Technodrome appearing over the city, and then it suddenly being sucked back through the portal it came out of, Sasha was even more convinced that she wasn't crazy! Especially after hearing April's words on the news, "Do we need to give our hero's a name and a face? Or is it enough to know that their out there watching over us, from the Shadows?"

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 18 to 19 (Just slightly older then The Turtles by the time of their mutations.)

Personality: Analytical, Compassionate, Stubborn, Gentle, Self Deprecating (especially when she feels she's screwed up big time.), Honest, Sassy (Usually done in response to stupidity or ignorance.), Passionate, and Romantic.

Species: Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: American (Was born in captivity as part of a breeding program)

Relationship Status: Taken (Begins a serious relationship with Donnie)

Orientation: Straight

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Sasha met The Turtles when they all where just babies, including herself! Thanks to her mutations, she was able to still remember them years later! She holds them all very close to her heart, as they where her first real friends, even if it was just for a moment. When finally getting to meet them again after years of thinking they where gone, she was overjoyed, almost star struck! Sasha respects Leo, as he acts like her older brother does, and she can tell he truly cares about his family! He's kind to her, and has a pretty good amount of respect for her, as he can tell she genuinely cares about them. He sees a lot of Donnie in her, and while he may not understand all that comes out of her mouth, he trusts her. Sasha doesn't tend to interact with Raph much beyond the occasional potshots at one another, uselly caused with Raph tries to poke fun at her. But side from this, they actually make a pretty decent team. And he respects his brother, so he respects her to a degree. Mikey and Sasha get along pretty well. She can get fed up with his stupidity sometimes, usually leading to her going into Sass Mode. But for the most part, she treats him much like a little brother, which is new considering she's the baby in her family. And finally, to say that she and Donnie where smitten with each other would be an understatement. While he may not remember their first encounter, he could tell something familiar was in her eyes. The two are very much alike and enjoy science, technology, and anything in-between, always putting their heads together to build the most amazing things! Constantly learning new things together! Though thick and thin (in the sheets and out) they look out for one another, as any good couple does!

Powers: Genius Intelligence, Enhanced Memory, Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Strength, Spear Fighting, Engineering Skills, Enhanced Senses, and Stealth.

Our next version of her is probably one of the most fun to draw versions yet! ROTTMNT Sasha!

The last Sasha that was formally a human, and probably one of the most interesting versions of her! She's not like most of her versions, as her attitude is a far cry different from all the others! She's a true queen of sass, and loves to let others know it! But.....she wasn't always that way....

Sasha was born into a small middle class family, and while nothing was really all that wrong with Sasha, most folks including her parents seemed to think she was quite the strange. Sasha had a very strong attachment to Animals, Plants, Nature, and anything really having to do with the great out doors. So much so, that she would purposefully sneak into neighbor's yards to play and feed their cats when she thought they where lonely! This caused her to get in trouble on more then one occasion, however this didn't really make her bitter at anyone at all and she was still the same old quiet weird kid on the block. Until one day, Sasha had managed to break into another neighbor's house to see if their pets where ok, only to then be chased and bitten by the dog.

Her parents finally had enough and sent her off to a girls only boarding school, where they would no longer have to deal with her odd behavior and hopefully she'd grow out of this strange phase. But this did the opposite. Thanks to her behavior and being the new kid, Sasha was picked on a lot by the other girls in the school, causing her to only immerse herself more with animal work. Though now she had a severe fear of dogs.

This interest of hers lead her to being asked to help the school out in their Science department, helping to care for the various plants, Insects, and Small animals they used for the classes. And for a while this made Sasha very happy, though, she did start wondering way some many people seemed to hate her. Even her own parents didn't seem to like her. But why? What made her so different? They where all human? So why was she so hated?

Sasha began to try and act more....normal. First, she started by trying out for sports, getting into the Track Team as a result! Then she tried getting into things like Dancing and Music, as all the girls seemed to be really into it and would talk about it all the time! But, even with all these things, Sasha was still pretty quiet and still got picked on by her classmates. And it was starting to seem like no matter how hard she tried to make herself more acceptable, she was doomed to be ridiculed.

One day though, Sasha was approached by a group of some of the most popular girls in the school, and they seemed to be genuinely interested in her work with the lab animals. Thinking that they were wanting to be friends, Sasha was overjoyed and excitedly showed the girls all the animals they had. Eventually, this seeped into other parts of her life. The girls was go to Track practice and watch her run, they'd listen and dance to music together, and Sasha would even start being more vocal and confident sounding in the way she spoke. All she needed where some people who seemed to care about her.

Little did she know, this was just a plot to play a cruel prank.

One day, during an important Track Competition with the whole school and others watching, the girls decided to put their sick plan into motion. During their time together, the girls found out about Sasha's fear of dogs. So, when it came time for her to compete, the girls set free a few dogs onto the field. And of course, Sasha panicked! Sasha started hauling ass down the track in blind fear, knocking over the barricades as she did so! Finally, one of the dogs caught up to her and made her trip on one of the hurdles.

Sasha was scratched up pretty bad from the fall but the dogs surrounding her made her freeze in terror. Meanwhile the sound of the girls who she thought where her friends laughing at her suffering, felt like knives being dug into her back and through her heart. And soon, a good amount of the students who where watching started laughing too.

And that's when it happened!

A strange green glowing mosquito landed on Sasha's leg and jabbed her with it's needle. Sasha hardly had time to react to the pain of the bite before her body began to quickly change! The crowed stopped laughing and watched in horror, as they watched their classmate start to turn into a monster, and the dogs start to run away from her! When Sasha stopped changing, she looked down at herself! Her skin was now covered in spotted short fur! Her hands and feet where now replaced with paws and claws! And she turned to see a tail now sprouting out of her backside!

The students all screamed and ran, Sasha was horrified herself, and did the one thing she knew to get away. Run!

In this new form, Sasha speed seemed to be unstoppable, and she booked it as far away from the city as she could! Eventually, Sasha made her way out to the Long Island Woods. But not long after making it there, the exhaustion of everything that happened to her that day, her injuries, and now the rain starting to pour down, Sasha finally ran out of energy and collapsed.

When she awoke she had now idea where she was!

She appeared to be laying down on a doctor's examination table, but this certainly wasn't a Doctor's office. And as she as processing where she was, Sasha started to smell the familiar and terrifying smell of dog everywhere around her. Sasha looked around frantically for a way to escape, but before she could try and get up, the door to the room she was in swung open and in walked a short and stubby humanoid creature with blond curly hair and mustache, brown fur, large buck teeth, a pink shirt and blue jeans, carrying a tray of lemonade. Sasha screamed when she first saw him and hid under her covers. It took a bit of convincing, but after the creature assured her he wouldn't harm her, she poked her head back out.

The creature turned out to be a mutant capybara who's name happened to be Todd. He explained that he found her laying out in the rain and just couldn't leave her there, especially with all those wounds on her body. After a few short introductions, Todd asked Sasha what happened to her. And he listened to every word she said. He seemed to genuinely care for her well being, unlike those fake friends of hers. After explaining everything, Sasha asked if she could leave. Todd didn't ask where, but figured that must wanna get back to her family, though he was skeptical about how well that would go, given the mutant thing. And truthfully, she didn't know how it would go either. And as she was being escorted out of the Puppy Shelter, she was lost in thought, realizing that this meant she really truly had nowhere to go. Once she left Todd, then what? She wouldn't be welcome back at school, and she damn sure couldn't live in the city amongst humans now!

Not even her own parents wanted her....

She was all alone....

But then, before they get to the gates, Sasha's ears flicked into the direction of a whimpering sound. Sasha looked up and off to the side, to see a small shack with a door cracked open. And after straining her ears, she could tell it was a puppy in distress. And despite her fear of dogs, Sasha felt compelled to go and investigate.

Sasha walked into the shed with Todd fallowing behind, and found a few puppies who where sick. They looked so weak and helpless. Without thinking, Sasha started helping to tend to the sick pups, and it wasn't long before they where up and better then ever.

After this, Todd convinced Sasha to build her own place close to his. And while Sasha was still very afraid of the puppies, she offered to help with any sick or injured pups, in exchange for helping her get back on her feet. They became fast friends, and finally Sasha found a place she truly belonged!

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 15

Personality: Confident (Usually used to hide how insecure she was when she was human), Proud, Egotistical (without realizing it), Companionate (when things get more serious), Witty, Sassy, and Dedicated

Species: King Cheetah (Formally Human)

Race/Ethnicity: American

Relationship Status: Single (Develops a Love/Hate Relationship with Donnie)

Orientation: Demisexual & Bisexual

Relationship W/ The Turtles: Sasha didn't have the best encounter with the Shell Heads! Their first time meeting was because Todd recommended that she could help them with a mission. Sasha refused in the beginning but was convinced by Todd to help. This ended up with her having to bail them out of a bad situation. Needless to say, she doesn't like them much in the beginning. Though she eventually warms up to all of them the more and more she hangs around. She and Leo definitely didn't start off on the right foot, not helped by Leo's need to impress her with is "Mad Skills". Sasha just found him annoying, but after a bit of hanging out, the two found that they actually two things in common. Making fun of Donnie when necessary/unnecessary. And being fabulous without trying! Sasha likes Raph quite a bit, sees him like a huge teddy bear. And she's always down to cheer him on when he needs it! She enjoys Mikey's company, and while he can be a bit much at times, she likes to watch him make things! She even grows herbs for him to use in his cooking, and he in turn will draw her nice picture to help decorate her Biodome! Sasha is everything Donnie loves and hates in one big fuzzy cute but mean package! The two share so much in common but so much not that its a wonder how they can stand to be in the same state without going to war! Sasha can't stand his ego, not that she has much room to talk, and Donnie can't stand having her ever beat him at anything! they compete in many things, DDR being the biggest thing they do so in. But despite all their bickering, the two actually work very well together with on missions or fighting. And weather they notice or not, they actually do hold some care for one another. And in rare cases are able to open up to one another about things they can't with others. And they hold that sacred between them. From Frenemies to an unstoppable couple, Sasha and Donnie will always give it their all.

Powers: Super Speed, Acrobatics, Archery, Capoeira, Botany Knowledge , Astrology Knowledge, Mystic Knowledge, Electricity (Sasha's Mystic Power is electricity! She can use it help her move much faster, even for a cheetah.), Electrical Spots (Sasha spots store electrical energy and when she plucks one off of her body, she can then use it as a projectile! Be it a bomb, an arrow, or a spear. Once it makes contact, Sasha can make it stun a target, or make it explode with static energy. These spots come back after about five minutes once removed, but if she takes too many off at once, her energy is drained more and more.), and The Thunder Bow (A mystic weapon Sasha stole from some thieves! It's used to help her when shooting her spots like arrows with more accuracy and power.)

We're finally at the last Cat in our line up! A CW is in place for this one, as this version includes some pretty heavy topics (Implied SA, Murder, Sex Work, and Child Abuse), so please keep this in mind if you choose to go forward. And if you do, please welcome Batman VS TMNT Sasha!

This Sasha is the only version of herself to not be an earthling and is rather from a different Dimension. She is also probably the most violent of her versions, with an even darker story behind her too. So, incase it's needed again, CW is in place for some very nasty subjects!

There wasn't really a point in Sasha's life where she had a say in what she wanted to do with it. She was born into Royalty, rulers of The Shibet Empire, and was raised to pretty much just be a pretty face for others to look at. She didn't know it at the time, but her parents where falling into debt, and needed a way to stay afloat. That's when a corrupt and evil businessman/politician approached them with an offer they couldn't refuse! Their young daughters hand, for all the money they could ever need.

So, her 10th birthday came along and Sasha's mom and dad introduced her to the man, Darius Dunn. He claimed to take an interest in Sasha's mystical studies, and was suggested by her parents to give him a "tour" of her personal library. Unfortunately, they didn't do much talking once the doors closed behind them. Sasha went to her parents later that night about what happened to her, but she eavesdropped on a conversation between the two of them where they talked about it like they knew it was gunna happen. It was a way of letting Dunn "test drive" her to see if she would be suitable for him and his needs.

Up to this point in her life, Sasha had always been the ideal little girl! Well behaved, pretty, kind, and graceful! But, the second she realized that the ones who where supposed to protect her only wanted to use her, something clicked within her. That Night, Sasha snuck out and ran away, stealing a bit of money from her parents to help her.

Eventually she made her way to the nearest city. A pretty slummy place, and certainly no place for a 10 year old. But....she couldn't go back to that hell hole! So she found a slum lord who was more then happy to sell this child a rundown old shack at the edge of town. And this worked out for a time, but Sasha knew that this fight wasn't over. Soon word would get out that the Royal family's daughter was missing, and it wouldn't take a lot for someone to put two and two together and find out who she was.

And one night the Landlord saw such an announcement, and came to the same conclusion. It would be so easy for him to sneak by into the house he sold, and take her back to them for a handsome reward! Oh....if only he was right. Sasha didn't wanna do it, but this was survival! She didn't let the Landlord leave alive. And Sasha on some deep level....enjoyed the kill.

Now that she didn't have to pay rent and she was safe from getting captured for now, Sasha could use the left over money she had for food. But of course, about 3 years later it was drying up, and Sasha was gunna need a way to make more money. So, she had to find a job! But the problem with being a pretty girl looking for a job in a scummy city is, the only men willing to hire her for anything were huge creeps that wanted "something extra" for the deal. Sasha went everywhere, but no one wanted to hire her for a normal job thanks to her age and sex. And just as all seemed lost, Sasha over heard a few men talking about a special Night Club, where the women where super strong and didn't let the men push them around! It was called "The Hunt".

This sounded like a good fit for her, so she tracked down the place. And at first, the owner was ready to give her the boot immediately thanks to her age, but....she saw something in her eyes. A need for survival, and strong fire in her soul. So, she was hired, only to work in the kitchen at first as a dishwasher, waiting until she was old enough to work on the actual floor serving food and taking orders. Once she was 16, she started doing just that, and she got to see what those men where talking about!

It was basically a more sophisticated Strip Club, where the girls would dance, and at the end would choose a costumer or two to take back into they're private rooms to "entertain" them. But if any of the guests got out of line or upset one of the ladies, they had no problem disciplining the guests themselves! And the ladies made Sasha feel safe too, making them all feel more like family to her! And while working there, Sasha started saving the money for a side venture of hers! See, while working for the club was fun and paid the bills, until she was old enough to become a dancer, she really wouldn't be making the big bucks. And she really wanted to get that rush of violence that always nagged at her. She had heard some of the men and even the ladies at the club talk about hiring Assassins, and it sounded like the perfect fit for her.

She had been buying up equipment to make potions that would aid in things like travel and healing, and an outfit that would hide not only her identity, but her gender as well! Along with a mask that would cover her face, with a voice changer built in to hide that fact that she was a woman. And to top it all off, a beautiful sword, a dagger, and some custom made gloves with strong titanium nails on the ends of the fingers! Now, all she needed to do, was get her name out there!

Finally the day came, and Sasha was finally able to start Dancing at the club, now being 18! To start off, she needed to choose a theme and a Stage Name! Deciding to go with "Desert Heat", with an Egyptian Queen theme. Fitting, considering her roots! And while Sasha was in the back filling out her paperwork for the boss, she heard a commotion coming from the floor outside! Sasha peeked out the back to see something that made her blood run cold!

There was a gang of four to five men in the dinning area being waited on by some of the dancers. They where being loud and rude to everyone, even the other guests. Sasha recognized them as friends of Dunn and her Parents, they were extremely dangerous people who wouldn't hesitate to kill the dancers if they fought back. And if they spotted her, she'd be forced back to her "life" as Dunn's plaything. And calling the authorities came with it's own line of risks, so....the only thing left to do, was fight...

Sasha quickly ran back home and got her equipment and suited up, then she went back to the club. As she walked in, her appearance alone spooked a few of the guests, but she wasn't there for them.

It was quick, Sasha approached the men and told them to leave as it seemed like they weren't welcome. That's when they thought it would be a good idea to start tryin to fight her. It didn't really end well in their favor as Sasha quickly killed two of the men, severely injured the third, and felt the leader alive to warn him that if he ever caught wind of him or more of his flunkies in this part of town again, she wouldn't hesitate to finish the job. And then she kicked them out. But before leaving, the owner asked her (him) who he was, and why did he help?

He merely said he was a close friend of Sasha's, and that she ran to get him for help. And as for his name, he only said to call him Mirage, and that if he was ever needed again, just let Sasha know.

Basic Info:

Name: Sasha

Sex: Female

Age: 18

Personality: Charismatic, Cold, Serious, Sarcastic, Hard To Get, Protective, Loyal, Flirty, Passionate, Merciless (mostly in a fight), and Secretive.

Species: Cheetah

Race/Ethnicity: (Was born in a different dimension then Earth)

Relationship Status: Taken (Starts a very LONG distance relationship with Donnie after they meet and part ways)

Orientation: Straight (But won't shy away from serving Female clients at the club. Or possibly Flirting with ladies in her Assassin Identity)

Relationship W/ The Turtles: The Turtle met Sasha when they came to her dimension to help The Batman in his search for an Interdimensional Criminal named Torbin Zixx. (This taking place at least 2 years after the movie) Through some investigating, they found out that he had been getting help from an Assassin named Mirage to pull off a huge job. If they found Mirage, they could find Zixx. And their only lead on Mirage, was a dancer at a Club, named Desert Heat! Leo is skeptical of Sasha at first, but she does prove herself to be an honest person, despite her occupation and personality. Raph was defiantly cautious of her, especially after seeing her flirt with Donnie. But like Leo, he learned to trust her a bit more. And after finding out that she was Mirage, the two actually gained a respect for each other and bond over their love for violence. Sasha treats Mikey almost like a child, which technically he is. But he finds her Assassin's costume so damn cool and her mystic powers even cooler! Donnie was smitten with her at first sight, and Sasha was taken by his charms. She has a thing for the nerds, and working in a place were most of the man don't always act with the best of manners, Donnie's gentlemanly manners really set him apart from the rest. And after finding out she was Mirage, he listened to her story, being the first one ever to hear about her true identity as a Princess.

Powers: Magical Abilities (Sasha is one of the few of species in her dimension who is capable of using magic without items, however she never completed her training for them, so she still uses items.), Potion Making, (Sasha can make potions that do a vast amount of things, but she normal sticks to Portal Creation, Healing, and Bomb potions.), Sword Skills (Unlike her other versions, this Sasha is a very gifted swordswoman.), Speed (Sasha is a cheetah, and has extremely quick reflexes!), Stealth, and Strategic Knowledge.

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And that Does it folks! That's all the Sasha's! I'm sorry that it took so long to finish this, but I've been trying to go back in a fix grammar and spelling here and there! But that's a wrap! If I feel the need to ever make another Sasha version, especially if I feel the new Mutant Mayhem coming out next year is good enough, I'll go back in and edit this post then!

But for now, Thank you for reading about my lady! And I hope to share all my cringe art of her soon!

[rootbeergoddess]

Loki’s Lullabye

Okay so I tried to find a Norwegian lullaby but I couldn’t find one I liked so I got an idea: All is Lost from Frozen 2. And I found it, in Norwegian! All the other lullabies didn’t seem soothing or calm. Also, I need more Loki with babies.

“WAAAAAAAA!”

The doors to the nursery opened, and Loki stepped in. It had been a long day, and almost everyone in Asgard was asleep. Only one person seemed uninterested in drifting off to a land of dreams; his 4-month-old daughter, Birgitte. The baby was lying in her golden crib, wailing and tears rolling down her cheeks. Sighing, Loki placed his scepter down and leaned over the crib. Birgitte's cries stopped for a second when she saw her father.

"Your mother is asleep, and here you are screaming so loud you could wake the dead," He said. "You were peacefully slumbering an hour ago; what changed?"

Birgitte responded with more cries. Loki sighed and picked her up. His wife was asleep in their chambers, exhausted from a long day of being a mother. The pregnancy had been interesting, to say the least. Loki was surprised that an Asgardian and a Midgaurdian could have a baby at all. The doctors had assured him that his wife would be fine, that the pregnancy would go off without a hitch. Cravings were usual, and so was the pain. 

Then he woke up one night to find his wife wandering the halls. She started sleepwalking, and it terrified him; a guard had to be stationed at the door of their bedroom each night. After the sleepwalking, her hair started growing like crazy, and it had to be cut daily. When it was time for Birgitte to be born, his wife went into labor, and she was in pain. The pain was normal during childbirth, of course, but this was a different type of pain. Loki had held her hand, doing all he could to keep her as comfortable as she could. When their daughter had been born, he had never felt happier.

His beloved was happy too, but she hadn't fully recovered. She got winded easily and slept as much as the baby did. Loki had made it clear to her maids and the other servants that his wife could not be disturbed if she slept. Once she was better, she would do more, but for now, it was up to everyone else to pitch in and help with Birgitte.

"Come now, what can I do to make you go back to sleep?" Loki asked the child.

Birgitte cooed, but Loki knew she'd start to scream once she was back in the crib. He thought, trying to think of what his mother would do when he was small and couldn't sleep. Then he remembered she'd sing to him, a lullaby. He recalled one that his mother sang to both Thor and him. He cradled Birgitte in his arms, smiling down at her sweet face.

Der hvor kuling møter kav

Danser minner mot et mektig hav

Sov, du lille, i min favn

For i den elven finnes alt

Birgitte's eyes were on her father, engrossed in his song. Loki walked over to the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery and sat down.

Der i dypet langt av lei

Ligger svaret og en vei for deg

Lytt til Ahtohallans brus

Men ikke sovn i elvens sus

Birgitte's eyes began to droop, but she'd opened them, only for them to slide closed again. Loki chuckled, rocking and continuing to sing.

Den synger høyt om du går nær

Det er i sang magien er

Ditt mot vil vises når du ser

Elven vet hvorfor du er der

Birgitte yawned, and her eyes closed. When she didn't open them again, Loki stood up and headed over to her crib. He carefully placed her down, praying she'd stay asleep. Thankfully she did. Loki smiled, caressing her cheek with his finger.

Der hvor kuling møter kav

Danser minner mot et mektig hav

Let, min kjære, finn dem frem

Alt som er skjult, det er i den

"That was beautiful,"

Loki turned around to see his wife standing behind him. She smiled and joined him, looking down at their daughter.

"It's late," She said. "When you didn't come to bed, I got worried. Did she wake up?"

"Yes, but don't worry, I managed to get her back to sleep," Loki kissed his wife's forehead. "You should be asleep."

"You should have woken me. I could have dealt with it," She said.

"My love, you're still recovering," Loki said, caressing her face. "I need you to get as much rest as possible."

"But I'm her mother,"

"Yes, and Birgitte needs you to be in top condition for when she's older," Loki said. "You're no less of a mother, my love. Now let's get you to bed."

"Only if you join me, my king," She said.

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Okay okay sorry but I had to request this. Will you please write scenarios about ending up under the mistletoe and 💕kissing💕 with the vets?

Hey, of course! So as I was writing this I kinda misremembered the request so these are more general headcanons... So instead I'm going to work on a reader insert scenarios for each of the vets featuring kisses at Midnight on New Year's Eve - which I'll post in the next week. For now I hope this is okay! 💕

Erwin

* Erwin probably wouldn’t notice when the mistletoe went up or notice it throughout it’s ‘short life’ over the festive season. So, when he’s caught under it with someone he wonders why they’ve stopped with a smirk on their face.

· When Erwin sees the mistletoe he’ll be a little flustered but no one will be able to tell, he’s the expert at keeping composed in potentially embarrassing situations and remains calm and professional.

· The chances are there’s only going to be two categories of people he’ll end up under the mistletoe with, either his partner if he’s dating or one of the vets/close friends of his.

· If he’s caught under the mistletoe with his partner, he’ll share a kiss. Possibly a very intense and steamy kiss depending on how quiet it is, which may or may not end up with them in the bedroom.

· If it’s with a friend he’ll either give them a quick kiss on the lips in a playful way or a kiss on each cheek.

· He’ll then make a mental note not to walk under it again.

Levi

· Levi really hates the idea of mistletoe and thinks it’s silly, it just causes others to giggle uncontrollably, egg one another on, make others uncomfortable etc. So he will avoid walking under it at all costs.

· But if Levi is caught under the mistletoe, he’s likely to scoff at the idea, shake his head and walk off.

· Unless it’s with his partner or someone he is really interested in. Then he’ll pretend not to care but if the other goes to kiss him first he’s game. It’ll be a quick kiss on the lips, but afterwards they’ll be a small smile on his face.

· Levi would not instigate the kiss.

Hanji

· Hanji is probably the one who has put the mistletoe up in the first place, so they know exactly where it is and will try to catch people out for festive kisses – that being said this will again be similar to Erwin where it’s only certain people they’d kiss. Essentially the vets, maybe a few of the OG Levi Squad – it has to be people they are really comfortable with and trust.

· Hanji finds the mistletoe situation a kind of game and enjoys seeing how it plays out.

· Really wants to catch Levi under the mistletoe to steal a kiss from him and so he can see that they don’t smell!

· If Hanji bumps into someone they’re dating or really into, they may be a little shy but will point at the mistletoe with no subtlety. Hanji will ask right out if they wanna kiss and if they say yes they’ll let their inhibitions go.

Mike

· Won’t intentionally seek out the mistletoe or avoid it, he finds it amusing watching others under it but won’t go out of his way to be a part of it, mostly because he can be very passionate and so if he’s caught with someone he really likes or is dating, he’d rather take it back to his bedroom instead.

· Mike’s sense of smell means he knows exactly where it is even if it’s high up or a little hidden! He likes a bit of the outside world being brought indoors, as a lover of the forest, plants and natural smells he finds it kind of homely.

· If he’s under the mistletoe with someone he’ll give them a quick kiss on the cheek if they’re happy to.

· But if it’s someone like Erwin, Nanaba or Hanji he knows and they know that they’ll be a proper loving kiss that comes from being friends for so long. Slightly over the top and cumbersome.

· If he’s caught with someone he’s dating he’ll kiss them quickly on the lips and then take them somewhere private – he likes that people might be watching and guess what they’re up to.

· If it’s with someone he’s really into but hasn’t told them yet, he uses the mistletoe as an opportunity to bring it up and if they’re game he’ll go in for a slow, romantic kiss.

Nanaba

· Thinks mistletoe and the traditions around it are kind of cute, she doesn’t have much time for cute or whimsical but occasionally there are events/festivals during the seasons where she allows herself to enjoy them.

· Really enjoys watching others get caught out under the mistletoe, especially if it’s people she knows have a crush on one another and can’t help but giggle if it’s awkward.

· If Nanaba is caught under the mistletoe with anyone she’ll always give them a quick, polite kiss on the cheek. However, if it’s with one of the vets she’ll happily give them a big kiss on the lips as long as they’re comfortable with it.

· Mike and her would definitely make out under the mistletoe even if they’re not dating, they’re just really close and find it amusing how uncomfortable they can make others.

· Won’t avoid walking under it.

Moblit

· If Moblit was caught under the mistletoe with you he’d no doubt feel embarrassed and blush so his cheeks are fairly red. Moblit is someone who when they’re embarrassed the colour will creep from the neck upwards and even turn his ears a little red.

· But secretly he’ll find it very romantic and kind of cute, he’s a big softie at heart who enjoys the occasional romance novel and loves perfect moments like this – he just finds it hard to find his voice and take the lead.

· He’ll look up at the mistletoe and then back to you, his hand scratching the back of his neck/hair where he’s feeling hot. He might look back at it and to you again a few times, awkwardly not quite knowing what to say but trying to jester to it.

· You’ll probably have to take the lead with Moblit and ask, “Shall we?” as soon as you acknowledge the mistletoe and suggest you’d like to kiss Moblit will lean in instantly.

· Or if you’re just good friends he’ll still feel embarrassed but lean in to give you a kiss on the cheek (possibly both) and a gentle hug.

[kynvillingur]

1 note. now, as promised, the lyrics to a fuckin banger.

Kæri Jóli!

Dagur 1 Punktur!Kæri jólasveinn. Þakka þér ofboðslega, hrikalega, innilega fyrir að senda mér þennan talandi páfugl, og perutréð fyrir hann að sitja í. Hann beit mömmu soldið fast í hendina þegar hún ætlaði að gefa honum að borða og það þurfti að sauma 3 spor, en þau eru orðnir góðir vinir núna, og við geymum perutréð í fötu inni í stofu. 

Dear Santa!

Day one, period!

Dear Santa. Thank you extremely, amazingly, sincerely for sending me this talking peacock, and the pear tree for him to sit in. He bit mum a bit hard on the hand when she was going to feed him and she had to have stitches, but they're good friends now and we keep the pear tree in a bucket in the living room.

Dagur 2 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Ég get ekki útskýrt hvað við vorum hissa að heyra frá þér aftur! Og fá að gjöf 2 dúfur til viðbótar, þú ert svo góður. Í fyrstu var fuglinn eitthvað afbrýðissamur út í dúfurnar og þau slógust mjög mikið kvöldið sem dúfurnar komu. Við urðum að senda eftir dýralækninum og reikningurinn var 350 krónur. Mamma er búin að jafna sig og dúfurnar og páfuglinn horfa saman á sjónvarpið úr perutrénu. Þinn einlægur Skrámur!

Day two, period!

Dear Santa. I cannot explain how surprised we were to hear from you again! And getting two doves as a gift, you're so good. At first the peacock was a bit jealous of the doves so they fought a lot the night the doves came. We had to call a vet and the bill was 350 krónur. Mum has calmed down and the doves and peacock are watching TV together from the pear tree. Yours sincerely, Skrámur!

Dagur 3 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Við hljótum að vera efst í huga þér þessi jól. Ég var rétt búinn að líma frímerkið á bréfið til þín, þegar þrjú frönsku hænsnin bárust okkur, það kom upp smá misskilningur á milli dúfnanna og hænsnanna, þannig að við þurftum að senda aftur eftir dýralækninum og reikningurinn var 650 krónur í þetta skiptið. Mamma varð nú soldið svekkt, ég verð nú að segja það. Og þegar fuglarnir kúkuðu ofan á hausinn á henni þegar hún var að horfa á sjónvarpið, þá fauk nú soldið í hana sko. Þakka þér vinsemdina, þinn Skrámur! 

Day three, period!

Dear Santa. We must be at the top of your mind this Christmas. I had just glued the stamp onto the letter to you, when the three French hens were delivered to us. There was a bit of a misunderstanding between the doves and the hens, so we had to call the vet again and the bill was 650 krónur this time. Mum was pretty upset, I must say. And when the birds shat onto her head when she was watching TV, she got quite mad. Thank you for the friendliness. Yours, Skrámur.

Dagur 4 punktur!Kæri jóli. Þú hlýtur að ekki að hafa fengið bréfið frá mér, visst þú sendir okkur fjóra syngjandi þresti, það varð allt brjálað og reikningurinn frá dýralækninum 1.300 krónur. Og mamma er á róandi......Ég veit þú villt okkur vel.Þin vinur Skrámur!

Day four, period!

Dear Santa. You must not have gotten my letter, because you sent us four singing thrushes, everything went crazy and the vet bill is 1300 krónur. And mum's on calming medication..... I know you only want to do us good. Your friend, Skrámur!

Dagur 5 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Ertu orðinn kolklikk maður? 5 gullhringir?! Þegar pakkinn kom var ég skíthræddur um að þetta væru fleiri fuglar, því að lyktin í stofunni er orðin ógeðsleg. En ég vil ekki vera vanþakklátur í þinn garð. Þinn Skrámur!

Day five, period!

Dear Santa. Have you gone stark raving mad, man? Five golden rings? When the package came I was scared shitless it was gonna be more birds, because the smell in the living room has become foul. But I don't want to be ungrateful to you. Yours, Skrámur.

Dagur 6 Punktur! Jóli! Hvað ertu að reyna að gera okkur eiginlega? Það er ekki það að við kunnum ekki að meta gjafmildi þína en þessar 6 gæsir sem þú sendir voru næstum því búnar að gera út af við syngjandi þrestina. Og svo verptu þær eggjum sínum ofan á hausinn á dýralækninum og reikningurinn var 2.500 krónur fyrir utan söluskatt. Mamma bryður nú 60 grömm af róandi á dag og talar við sjálfa sig. Þú verður að skilja mig!Skrámur!

Day six, period!

Santa! What are you trying to do to us! Not that we don't appreciate your generosity but those six geese you sent almost killed the singing thrushes. And then they laid their eggs on the veterinarian's head and the bill was 2500 krónur plus tax. Mum now crunches sixty grams of medication a day and talks to herself. You have to understand me! Skrámur!

Dagur 7 Punktur!Jóli! Þetta er ekkert fyndið hjá þér lengur! 7 syndandi hvítir svanir, það gæti svosem verið voða rómó í bíó en ekki í baðherberginu á lítilli íbúð. Við komumst ekki lengur á klóið, því svanirnir eru allveg trylltir og ráðast á hurðina í hvert skipti sem við reynum að komast inn. Ef þetta heldur svona áfram þá förum við mamma að lykta jafn illa og teppið í stofunni. Hættu að senda þetta er ekki sanngjarnt.

Day seven, period!

Santa! This isn't funny at all anymore! Seven swimming white swans, that could as well be very romantic in the movies but not in the bathroom of a small apartment. We can't go to the toilet anymore because the swans are completely crazy and attack the door every time we try to get in. If this continues mum and I will start smelling as bad as the living room carpet. Stop sending, this isn't fair.

Dagur 8 Punktur!Jóli! Hver gefur þér eiginlega leyfi til að senda okkur 8 feitar mjaltakonur? Ja mér er bara spurn. Og beljurnar þeirra ruddust inn í garðinn okkar og eyðilögðu öll rósabeðin hennar mömmu. Svanirnir gerðu innrás í stofuna og átu hárkolluna hennar mömmu og hún drekkur nú eina Whisky á dag með 60 grömmum af róandi ... Ég er mjög svekktur út í þig!

Day eight, period!

Santa! Who allowed you to send us eight fat milkmaids? Well, I say. And their cows forced their way into our garden and destroyed all of mum's rose beds. The swans invaded the living room and ate mum's wig and she now drinks a bottle of whisky a day with 60 grams of medication... I'm very upset with you!

Dagur 9 Punktur!Hlustaðu nú ófétið þitt! Það er nóg af illum öndum hérna í húsinu nótt og dag, án þess að þú þurfir að senda okkur 9 snaróða bumbuslagara. 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar eru búnar að reka mömmu út úr hennar eigin eldhúsi og borða allt sem tönn á festir. Ég vara þig við!Þinn óvinur Skrámur!!!

Day nine, period!

Listen up you piece of shit! There are enough evil spirits in this house night and day without you needing to send us nine hopping mad drummers! The eight fat milkmaids have kicked mum out of her own kitchen and eaten anything that can be chewed. I'm warning you! Your enemy, Skrámur!!!

Dagur 10 Punktur!Heyrðu mig nú feitabollan þín! Ég vona að þú verðir ofsóttur af þessum 10 flautandi flautuleikurum sem þú sendir okkur í gærkvöldi og í ofanálag eru þessir óstöðvandi bumbuslagarar trommandi dag og nótt. Við mamma getum ekkert sofið, og ekki bætti nú úr skák að 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar voru syngjandi og dansandi með þeim, sko ég meina það sko, þetta er to much, þú skalt fá þetta borgað!

Day ten, period!

Do you hear me, you fat bastard? I hope you're plagued by those ten flute players you sent us last night, and to top it all off those unstoppable drummers are drumming day and night. Mum and I couldn't sleep a wink, and the fact those eight milkmaids were singing and dancing with them didn't make matters better, yknow, I mean it, yknow, this is too much! You will pay for this!

Dagur 11 Punktur!Þú ert búinn að gera út af við hana mömmu!!! Heldurðu ekki að það hefði verið nógu slæmt fyrir hana að hlusta á flautuleikarana, bumbuslagarana og 8 feitu mjaltaKELLINGARNAR djöflast úti í garði allan sólarhringinn?! Og nú hafa vinir þínir 11 álfar stökkvandi bæst í hópinn. Ég skal finna þig í fjöru!!!!

Day eleven, period!

You've nearly killed mum!!! Don't you think it was bad enough for her to listen to the flute players, drummers and the eight fat milkHAGS wreaking havoc in the garden 24/7?! And now your friends, eleven jumping elves, have joined the group. I will find you!!!

Dagur 12 Punktur!Þú ert búinn að leggja líf okkar í rúst! 12 dansandi meyjarnar komu í gærkvöldi og slógust við 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar, því þær komu að þeim með 11 álfunum stökkvandi. Það voru 8 sjúkrabílar hérna í gærkvöldi. Mamma er komin á hæli og ég sit hérna í fuglaskít og drasli upp fyrir haus. Og húsið er bara rústir einar! Ég veit að þú ert svekktur út mig síðan þarna um árið, en óboy, óboy þetta er full mikið og ég segi það enn einu sinni og ég stend við það: Jóla Hvað?!!!!

Day twelve, period!

You've ruined our lives! The twelve dancing maidens came last night and fought the eight fat milkmaids because they saw them with the eleven jumping elves. There were eight ambulances here last night. Mum is in a mental hospital and I'm sitting here in bird droppings and junk up to my head. And the house is nothing but ruins! I know you're mad at me for last year but oh boy, oh boy, this is too much and i say it one more time and stand by it: CHRISTMAS WHAT???

i changed the wording slightly to work better in english but i promise i didn't make any of this shit up

the best icelandic christmas song is just 12 days of christmas but it's laddi getting a million birds and women from santa despite increasing protests and his mother having a mental breakdown over it. if this gets 1 note i will post translations of the song

[doberbutts]

So this may be a bit more of a long form answer. But what would you say are the most difficult parts of the CGC and CGCA/CGCU, and what are your basic-level recommendations to set a dog up for success?

The most difficult part of the CGC is, to me, always the supervised separation. It is the once piece of the OG CGC that I really wish was different or even removed. I've taken more than 100 dogs through the CGC either as clients or as my own personal dogs and that is where almost everyone struggles. Unfortunately it's just so different from anything your dog is going to see in life- the person you leave your dog with cannot engage with or really talk to your dog and let's be honest, when is that ever going to happen that you leave your dog with someone who does their best to ignore your dog and won't talk to them if they become upset that you've left? Even at a vet or a groomer, the dog is either going immediately into a kennel or it's going onto a table to be interacted with, never just stood with like an unmoving statue while your dog goes ?????????

CGCA to me is all obedience where the CGC is mostly temperament. Because I am so obedience focused, honestly, I often find it easier than the CGC. Really by the time you pass a CGC you should also be pretty close to the CGCA, maybe some tweaks here and there but it's basically just slightly harder obedience and more distractions. I've never failed a CGCA and none of my clients who I thought were ready for it have either. The hardest thing I think is probably the dropped bag, as that can get really hard for even the most sound dogs, and the food distraction which you need a solid leave it for and because CGC doesn't use food distractions/leave its it can blindside someone who went in unprepared expecting more of the same from the first level.

CGCU I have only taken once and I have never brought a client through it. Sushi and I passed on our first go but she tried very hard to fail. The hardest thing for her was the 3 minute downstay outside of a business- she would get bored or want to say hi to someone and again this is very different from what I think most people would do when sitting on a bench out in public. Most of the time the dog would be allowed to get up, readjust, come over to you for a pet before laying back down, be given an item to amuse themselves with, etc. This was inching towards actual competition downstay level where she had to be like a rock, and that was pretty hard for her.

As far as my recommendations for success? Take a class, in fact take multiple classes. If we divide things up into 6 weeks, I would say expect to take a level 1 and 2 class, a cgc level class, a cgca level class, and a cgcu level class. So that's 5 different 6 week classes, 30 weeks or roughly 7 months, before you're there and that's at best. A lot of my clients who have young dogs end up needing to retake a class here or there because their dogs are just too mentally young for that kind of pressure. Taking away treats in training can be a very difficult hurdle for many dogs and handlers. Train harder than the test- for Sushi's downstays we trained for 5-10 minute downstays or stays at 50-100 paces which is way harder than she'd ever encounter ether in life or on the test. For Sushi's leave its we trained with hot dogs in a dog bowl that she had to ignore as she heeled and recalled past them. Loose leash walking was taught offleash so that leash pressure was never a factor for her ability to determine where I wanted her to be.