#post prison dimension

[nani-nonny]

My writer brain cares not for the sleep I must attain in the night

My brain seeks fulfillment in the form of written word and I must obey for it holds out the cruelest of punishments

Anyways, peepaw and lil leo angst vvvvv

There’s almost a feral look in the younger’s eyes. They’re wide and shaken, pupils dilated and unable to focus on one thing. They shift uncontrollably, frantically scanning every nook and cranny of the room he stands in. They look unsteady, afraid and desperate for any signs of escape. They’re bloodshot, have yet to blink in the near half hour since arrival.

The elder drops his weapon on the floor, making the younger flinch. He raises his hands in the air in surrender when the tip of the younger’s blade points at him.

Lee keeps his hands in the air, standing still to ensure he doesn’t do anything to scare the younger.

But the younger doesn’t care. The younger’s grip tightens on the blade’s hilt, a slight tremble to the blade.

Lee watches the younger, taking in anything else he should be wary of. And he sees it.

The dried, pale stains on the younger’s cheeks. The stains are long and thin, stretching down from the younger’s eyes down to the jaw bone. There’s a puffiness to the younger’s eyelids, obvious signs of perhaps endless crying. Tears and tears shed for no one to wipe away.

Lee takes into account the discoloration in the younger’s skin, littering where skin is visible. Arms and legs—even the neck—are covered in multicolored bruises that show range of when and how hard he was hit. Purple, black, splotches of red and blue; each ranging in different sizes like the spots of a leopard. It’s hard to tell where the younger’s matching stripes are…

He can see the shallow depressions and cuts in the younger’s shell. Some cuts are light where it reveals the paleness of the first layer of keratin lies, while others are so deep that a quick peek of the underlying tissue can be seen. He hates to think of what the younger’s carapace looks like, but, perhaps thankfully, the younger has yet to show his back.

Lee spots the frayed threads of the younger’s compression bandages. The younger is missing the bandages on the right hand, but it looks to have been tied together with the left foot’s bandages. And it’s then he sees the swollen joint hiding under the fading black bandages.

The younger either doesn’t feel it anymore or has opted to ignore it, but Lee knows that wound desperately needs to be looked at. He just needs to figure out how.

So he speaks carefully, slowly, “Hey, Little Guy.”

The younger flinches, jaw clenched tightly and takes a step back into the corner of the room.

Lee raises his hands a little higher when he feels them begin to slowly fall. He clears his throat and continues, “You don’t know me, but I’m kind of you. From the future. I came here for a different reason but I see you need my help. That’s what I’m here for now.”

The younger shakes his head rapidly, almost child-like when he loses his balance for a second. He points his blade at Lee again, swallowing nervously.

Lee glances at the swollen ankle before saying, “You look hurt. I can help you. So I’m going to reach into my pocket and pull out some medicine and water. Throw the sword when it’s too much for you.”

He grimaces at the foolish attempt at making light of the situation. Seeing how the younger is reacting, Lee may just find himself with a sword in his eyes if he’s not careful.

But nonetheless, he waits for a second. Waits for any kind of response from the younger. A shake of the head, a sharp inhale, maybe even a quick “no.” And when nothing comes after five minutes or so, Lee finally moves.

The elder is slow in reaching with one hand down to his belt where his pockets hang. He unbuckles one pocket and takes out a small packet that holds two unlabeled pills that he knows is a cruelly-made acetaminophen. It won’t do much for the younger, but it’s the best the teen’s got at the moment. He then pulls out a small 12 ounce, water bottle from the same pocket.

Lee doesn’t bother buckling the pocket as he raises the two items high in the air for the younger to see. He’s far more cautious this time when he speaks, “Here, I’m going to put it down then take a few steps back. I’ll even turn around, bud.”

The younger’s blade trembles stronger when he points the tip directly at the elder’s hand holding the items. His head lightly shakes in a “no” gesture, eyes almost pleading.

Lee doesn’t wait this time when he crouches down, breaking eye contact, to put the two items down at his feet. He raises his hand into the air again before taking five cautious steps back. He notices the younger looking away into the corner, but he doesn’t let it deter him. He turns his back to the younger, keeping his hands up.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready,” Lee announces and waits silently.

He listens. He listens for the sign that the younger has moved, waits for the moment the younger breaks the seal on the water bottle. Maybe even the ripping of the package of the pills or the soft gulps the younger takes. He doesn’t expect it to come anytime soon, but he’s willing to wait. He travelled twenty years back to the past insane the world, he can wait a hour or two for the kid to take a sip of water.

And wait he does.

He waits for what seems like ages.

Lee waits with his arms raised, trembling the longer it takes. Trembling like the younger’s but not of fear. Lee waits with his back to the dangerous younger who had returned from hell. He wouldn’t mind a new cut to add to his collection. If it would give the younger some peace of mind, then a little blood shed is nothing.

He just wants Little Blue to be okay.

He simply wants Little Blue to at least take a tiny sip of water. That’s it. Just one little step forward will be enough.

But he starts to get concerned after some time. He hasn’t heard anything from the younger in so long, he’s not even sure if the younger is still there. He hadn’t heard the trigger of the younger’s portals spark with life. While that could mean the younger is still there, the silence doesn’t ease his concerns.

He thinks about opening his mouth to get some kind of reaction, but he doesn’t want to startle the kid. After all, this whole situation isn’t for Lee, it’s for the teen.

So he silently pleads in his mind, Come on, Blue. Just one little sip. That’s all I need.

He waits for what seems like decades. He waits as his muscles grow weary and his shoulders beg for mercy. He waits the tips of his fingers run cold and the weight of his prosthesis becomes unbearable.

And he waits until finally. Finally, he hears the shuffle of feet.

Lee freezes where he stands, not daring to even make a single breath.

He hears the cautious steps toward his back and for a brief moment he thinks he’s actually going to be stabbed in the back. But then he hears the smallest scrape of plastic. And the magical sound of the plastic seal breaking. Then the smallest little gulp.

It makes Lee’s heart soar. Never had he imagined hearing someone drink the tiniest sip of water be better than the sound of crispy bacon cooking in the morning.

Then he hears another gulp. Then another. And another. Each gulp sounds more desperate than the last, pairing with the crunch of plastic being squeezed together. He hears the smallest plops of droplets of water hitting the ground. Until he hears the plastic hit the ground in several scratchy thuds.

Lee waits for anything else. He doesn’t move, still afraid of scaring off the younger. But then his heart catches in his throat when he hears the tiniest sniffle.

He cautiously turns, twisting his waist so he doesn’t move his feet. He twists his body despite the aching pains that beg him to take a step onto to accommodate his tired joints. He twists until he has to look over his shoulder and sees the younger on the floor.

The younger is crouching on the floor, curled into a standing ball with knees tucked close to his chest but hiding his face. The sword is long abandoned in the corner of the room, which gives Lee some comfort that he won’t be stabbed. Although, he feels worse than stabbed seeing the younger look so small.

Lee’s hands fall to his sides. He doesn’t take any steps forward but asks softly, “What do you need? I’ll get it for you.”

The younger’s voice comes out dry and croak-like, it’s worn out and sounds too painful to be speaking. But he speaks anyway, and it sounds like the softest whimper, “Water.”

Lee takes a sharp breath to steady himself before doing anything drastic. “I’ll get you all the water you need.”

[explodingstarlight]

saved leo from the prison dimension just in time for the holidays

[dontfindmeimscared]

Prologue 0.2

start / prev / next!

[turtleblogatlast]

I like to think that Leo one day decides to really play around with his portaling and teleportation abilities and see the full extent of them.

Like - continuously throwing one sword and teleporting to it while throwing the next one immediately and repeating this as long as he can to see how far he can keep it up without stopping.

Making little portals in the air that lead right up against the ground so he could potentially just stand on the portal in the middle of the sky.

Ultimate storage system - anything anywhere at any time is available if he knows where to get it (personally my headcanon for why he goes from two satchels to one in the movie.)

Phasing to avoid attacks - like, he could lightly toss a sword a single centimeter and teleport to it, and in that short amount of time he can completely avoid hits.

If they ever do go to space and end up on different planets, with enough training he can just…go there, whenever. Not only would this be great for being well traveled and having more places to go in general, but this also opens up more room for connections and allies that could assist them the next time they need help against a grand foe.

Leo can easily remove injured team members from a fight and get them help without having to account for transportation times.

On that note - Leo’s teleportation in particular acts on a particle level. It’s quite literally breaking him down into particles and remaking him every time he uses it. Both for him and for anyone he uses it on. Who’s to say it can’t be used for healing? At least for basic wounds.

None of this even touches upon the offensive potential of both portals and teleportation. Leo’s abilities flourish more as a support main, but that doesn’t mean those abilities can’t easily be used as weapons - and I don’t think I need to get into how exactly they can be. Portal chopping alone can take on a very different meaning…

Furthermore, I gotta wonder if he’ll always need the swords for this, or if he could one day be able to achieve the same results without them.

My point being - teleportation and portals are super OP. Even with the abilities Leo has in present they are so unbelievably adaptable and so fun to think about in terms of basic mechanics.

[shaotie]

Alone in the Prison Dimension - Alone with HIM

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based on my rottmnt ao3 fanfic Seven Years

- Nothing's New (music video for this fic - spoilers)

- all art for this fic (spoilers)

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Context (excerpt from ch 1):

Already Leo's memories from before flooded back with striking accuracy, as though he had been in this lair, talking to these people, mutant turtles, not Krang Prime his brothers, only a few hours ago. With the vivid memories of the Prison Dimension fading to the background like a dream. Just like this life felt like a dream in there.

Seven years.

‘Was it really seven years?’

Yes, it had been. It was real, and it had been seven years for him. Seven years where he didn’t age. Where his mind never dulled and his muscles never atrophied from disuse. Where he felt thirsty and hungry, but never dehydrated or starved. Where the color of his blue mask and black shorts and ninja wrappings never faded and the fabric material they were made out of as well as his black leather belt likewise never tattered, tore, or wore out.

Where he never sustained cuts and bruises, never bled, his bones never broke, and his shell never cracked.

Despite the number Krang Prime did to him over and over again.

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- masterpost for my rottmnt ao3 fanfics and art

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

Rise August 2024

-- Day 5/10: Prison Dimension + Alone --

... Don't worry, he'll be fine...

Days 5 + 10 of Rise August! I think this is the most I've ever beaten up Leo... I don't really draw injuries very often, but given the prompts... figured I might as well practice!

(Rise August 2024 Masterpost)

[qoldenskies]

if tortured for information is still open, why not bring truth serum into it? dose all the brothers with some potion that has them constantly running their mouths with whatever is on their heads; less truth and more instinctive thought. make them all uncover each other's issues in some of the most uncomfortably violating ways, because these fics don't address that it definitely is not by proper consent.

OH THIS IS ACTUALLY BANGER but i think i would limit it to one character for simplicity's sake, just because if i tried to use it to address everyone i would go forever (and itd be way too similar to another square i have planned). cant choose between donnie or leo because theyre the most secretive two, and the ones who would be the most upset about having to reveal shit about themselves against their will

[ups3tti]

Thinking about Kai-Morro similarities again. Welcome to the "got stuck in a hell prison dimension" gang

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

Hi :D I love your new au!!

So for your prison dimension au, what’s up with draxum? Bc the turtles kinda thwart his second attempt at world domination when they’re older

And the Shredder? Is he tearing up NY? Or do the Foot never find out that Splinter has the final piece?

And in the inevitable future when the Foot get the key and open the portal, is anyone trying to stop them? Is there a Casey Jr in this au harbinging the apocalypse?

Back with the boys, do they know what happened? Why they’re trapped? I know in Mikey’s description the kraang see him as another way out so they make him practice, but did they explain it to them?

Are the dynamics between the kraang and the turtles in any way ‘nice’? Are they attached/loyal or waiting for an escape? If there are any differences there, does it create tension among the turtles?

Ok so sorry if that was too much I’m just really interested in what’s going on here. Again love love love your au

Have a nice day!

ah okay- so for the first couple questions,, i'm gonna go with the general answer of this takes place around the start of the first season,, so half of these things haven't happened yet,,

but i'm working on the actual plot stuff for most of the stuff regarding draxum,,, as well as what splinter is doing !!

as for the prison dimension key?? that's what the turtles exist for. their whole goal and purpose of their training is for mikey to portal the turtles back out so they can retrieve the key and open the real portal, thus actually freeing the kraang and technodrome.

the boys aren't exactly... fully aware... that they came from earth??? they obviously don't remember portalling to the prison dimension as babies. what they're essentially told is "we're trapped here, but orange has the mystic abilities to get out and find the key"

i would say the nicest dynamic between all the turtles/kraang would be purple and the little kraang, but even that's kinda iffy sometimes. that being said, they're all still loyal to the kraang. (leo being the most loyal,, but mikey probably being the first one to even consider not being loyal)

and that does indeed cause tension ! whoopsies

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

any time I think im over being Obsessed TM with Zach Reino, I listen to literally any clip of Off Book/Play It by Ear, and NOPE STILL THERE

[selfspinninglies]

I'm trying to make angst right now but I accidentally made them look like the saddest wettest cat ever im dying

[toastingpencils37]

So I've seen a few posts where there is the Prison Dimension shot with Leo in the middle, tiny as fuck. But I could never see him.

However, I just fucking saw him, and fuuuuck, it hurts.

[theashemarie]

i know that the old college try updates are slow, but i want to make it known that i’m actively working on a giant collab with @katiemonz and @dunkalfredo that’s looking to be around 200k+ words. we’re currently trying to get the first arc completely written before we start posting and we’re plugging along! i work on other projects between this one, which is why stuff is kinda plodding along but i promise that there is writing happening over here

[shaotie]

Seven Years chapter list with links to my fic on ao3

updates are planned for Mondays, I'll do the best I can to stick to a schedule.

- masterpost for my rottmnt ao3 fanfics and art

🐢 I'm reorganizing the chapters with the latest proof read so took out the chapter titles for now and will be adding them back in periodically

[1. Seven Years or One Day?] [2. It Begins] [3. The Whole Truth] [4. The Truth Hurts] [5. Turtle Meat] [6. Brotherly 'Bonding' ] [7. An Angry Turtle and a Very Tired One] [8. Mystic Attack] [9. Apologies, Apologies, Apologies]

[10. Family Brunch] [11. (Not) a Glitch in the System] [12. Master Leonardo] [13. Three Words I Never Thought I'd Hear Draxum Say] [14. His Other Dad] [15. Even Heroes Like Bar Nuts]

[16. A Sudden Turn]

[artdagz]

Mindc the tags, chapter 1.

There's an intro.

Leonardo the Blue turtle (title pending)

- Chapter 1

The first thing that registered to him coming-to was the smell.

Fumes,

waste,

..humans,

the sewers..,

a stench appalling to anyone in their right mind.

Something he thought he wouldn't smell ever again.

Dead people can't smell, can they?

A sudden gust of wind made him open his eyes, the lights entirely too bright as his ears were ringing from the loud sound and the pressure that just passed him.

Danger!!

Where?!

WHAT(?)

..was that?!

Was something attacking him?!

As sounds started becoming more coherent, the noise of a city during the night registered. Music, Yelling, a car horn, sirens..

His eyes started adjusting to a half empty, but somewhat lit street and just as his brain started recognizing landmarks and an “Ugh, jersey..” was about to leave his mouth, a more urgent problem approached.

Suddenly City noises faded in the background as a loud sound was getting closer at high speed.

The sound of the car was overpowering, Leo turned his head towards the source in alarm.

He heard the loud thundering sound of a wheel approaching, the rubber grabbing onto the street with an ear splitting crunch that never terrified him as it did in this moment while he couldn't see a thing blinded by the headlights.

Staring at the looming shadow of the car, the tire seconds from hitting him, his brain could hardly make sense of the Size. A huge inevitable Mass closing in.

All the while his mind desperately chanted “They surely would't hit something looking remotely human, right?!”

Then his survival instinct kicked in and he powered through the terror immobilizing him and tried to get up, jump/ roll out of the way.

Do SOMETHING to avoid the accident! His head screamed.

The tire grew entirely too big as his body screamed from the pain of the attempted movements, every perceived inch not enough to get out of the way as a tire the size of a small building was about to crush him.

Was this a nightmare?!

Did he disassociate enough in the prison dimension that his brain tortured him with a different way to die now?

Everything came crashing down the second the tire was about to connect with him,

the smell of rubber from the tire and a rainy stinky street,

the view of a car from an angle he was sure he could never imagine,

the pressure of the air from the approaching tire,

the hurt coursing through his body,

the sound getting so impossibly loud.

DANGER!

Everything was screaming at him

MOVE!

Then in a flash of light he was gone, his vision blacking out as a disgusting stench filled his nose and he lost consciousness.

His sore and battered body never feeling more foreign than in that very moment, he let the darkness take him away.

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On the other side of the city an orange and purple blur of light was fast approaching.

Following the mutant turtle that almost became a blur of orange with the speed and urgency he was jumping between rooftops, the purple one could see how his energetic brother could be considered a mystic warrior in the future.

The speed the orange turtle moved with was putting the genius' jetpacks to shame and he would wager even Michaelangelo didn't realize how close he was to flying with the big and urgent jumps he did using his kusari fundo.

Had the younger one been more relaxed or in the mood the orange brother would probably brag about his movements getting close to a certain arachnid hero, he lately had been reading comics of.

Only Donnie was sure his speed far surpassed even that of the iconic comic character.

“It's him! Donnie, I'm sure!!”

Michaelangelo screamed at him over their ninja mind meld,

making the genius cringe at the volume he had no way of turning down.

He was sure the message even reached Raph, the red turtle a red dot of light far behind them.

Even at the danger of being hit with the same volume again, Donnie had to be sure, so he steeled himself, asking

“Who?!”

“Leo!! Donnie I felt his ninpo!”

the younger turtle answered, excited euphoria hitting the purple brother hard, almost making Donnie lose control of his jetpack -happy he installed an AI program correcting dangerous flight paths back that one day he almost collided with a billboard-.

The genius sucked in a painful breath as he couldn’t stop the hurt of the idea projecting over their shared bond as his mind instantly rejected the information.

IMPOSSIBLE!

The genius’ mind reeled, instantly calculating the chances of something like that happening, clouding the bond to his brothers in a dark pit of facts, sadness and despair

And underneath,

- Deep down -

the Humiliation

of being helpless as a part of him had been ripped away,

leaving a hollow pit where the bond to his twin was snapped, brutally and so very

..Final!

Before Donnie could spiral, though, a light wiped away all those thoughts clouding his mind, confronting him with the echo of Leos Ninpo being projected by Mikey.

The hollow part inside the softshell grabbing onto that small hope greedily, trying to form a connection. The softshell couldn't believe it even as he felt the small taste of familiarity was lighting up like a match in the dark of the night as a small spark of hope was ignited.

Overwhelmed by emotions Donnie followed Mikey on autopilot, as the mystically inclined turtle slowed down on one of the rooftops close to the area Mikey had shared with them having felt Leos ninpo from.

The orange brother stopped furrowing his brows, concentrating inside, mumbling confused, while starting to pace.

“It should be here..”

Mikey walked to the corner of the building, looking down on the road, letting his eyes wander a certain area, before he lit up again.

“There!”

he pointed, before jumping from the roof, without checking for dangers first,

making Donnie snap out of his haze as he Whisper-yelled

“Mikey!”

frantically running to the edge of the building scanning the street for potential danger as he found it mostly empty aside from a few people around 3 blocks away.

Exasperated Donatello joined his brother on the street level who scrutinized a certain spot on the road.

Looking thoughtful mikey pondered aloud “He was here.. it's very faint, though..”

as if hearing his own words when he spoke them, Mikey turned to Donnie that was looking at the spot on the road Mikey was staring at before the orange turtle shook him desperately “Donnie, we have to find him, can't you use your goggles?! His ninpo is so weak!”

Reaching out to stop the shaking, Donnie put on his goggles again to scan for Leos ninpo.

Mikey was right, there was a small spot there, with how weak it was, Donnie almost wagered for it to be an old trace, but while weak, the small signature that was left indicated dimensional travel, the hole so small and faint Leo could have never fit his mind wagered.

A sob left him as the softshell took a harsh breath, before noticing there were traces of a second portal so close to the first they were almost indistinguishable.

Intrigued, Donatello scanned the signature, identifying the second faint portal to be one of Leos regular, occasionally very annoying, ones.

And didn't that statement make the genius' heart soar.

Focusing on finding out where his brother might have gone, Donnie looked at the results of the scan, deciding “There's a small portal leading away from here, the output of ninpo would indicate he couldn't have gotten far.”

Mikey was hanging on every word of the softshell gaining a happy smile and hopping at Donnies words, before starting to search,

whisper-shouting “Leo!! Hey, Lee, Leonardo! Where are you.”

Looking into the drain, rushing from one side of the street to the other, climbing one of the houses to get a better look, Mikey stopped for a moment approaching Donnie.

Wringing his hands embarassed “Umm.. Donnie?! How close are we speaking?!” he chuckled nervously.

At that question, Donnies head turned towards the dark alley next to the road.

“He would try to get out of the way.” he pondered, being pulled into the dark of the dirty side road that had trash cans, a fenced off area as well as a fire escape ladder with a few open windows.

Walking behind his big brother, Mikey swallowed approaching the smelly and dirty alley remembering the injuries his brother sported the last time they saw him fighting krang.

Observing his entranced brother look around before his eyes snapped to the trash can closest to the entry of the street, Mikey held his breath as Donnie leaned down, pushing aside a trashbag.

The breath he sucked in didn't make sense to Mikey as there was no way Leo could fit behind that.

Bracing for whatever Donnie was carefully pulling out, Mikey was on edge, between desperately wanting to see and not see at the same time.

Jumping, when an out-of-breath Raph landed next to him, both their eyes immediately landed on Donnie as the purple Turtle turned around, carefully holding something small in his hands, looking very lost.

Taking Donnies expression as bad news they looked at his hands as an arm from Donnies battleshell rose from it illuminating his hands.

Raphs hand immediately covering mikeys eyes as a terribly hurt regular turtle was revealed.

Using one of his battleshells arms, Donnie lifted his goggles, commenting the situation with a “huh.”

his numbness spreading over their link.

Raphs face fell as Mikey used his distraction to shove his big brothers hand away “Hey! I wanna see, too!” he protested, looking at donnies Hands before grabbing Raphs arm whimpering.

Not being able to disassociate or look away, Mikey caught himself.

Scanning the small form very closely, Mikey got closer, solely focused on the movements of the small slider.

“I.. I think he's alive..”

Mikey muttered.

[tizeline]

(new post cuz the original one didn't show up in the dashboard for some reason ughhh)

Okay so I just hit TEN THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!? HUH!?!? Where the FUCK did you guys come from?? Who are you people!? This is actually insane I love you guys so much I'm asbhfajkjfda 💕💕✨✨😭😭 Anyway, obviously we need to do something to celebrate this special occasion, so here's another DTIYS! (and also a ctiys if you prefer that)

Context for this - remember when I talked about how, after Leo and Donnie start properly hanging out in the Tiz Sep AU, Leo gets into human fashion? Except his taste in human fashion is absolutely atrocious?? Yeeaahh so here we have Donnie and April taking Leo out to get some human clothes and they are both absolutely bamboozled over the clothes that Leo picks out for himself (he's trying okay </3)

Extra info + rules:

No deadline, do this whenever you want to!

Feel free to take artistic liberties, redraw this however you want, and especially-

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE LEO'S OUTFIT!! The only rules here is that it's gotta be ridiculous, ugly, cringefail, or otherwise be a crime against fashion. But I'd love for you guys to come up with your own outfits for Leo :D

Use whatever art-medium you want!

But absolutely NO AI software! If you do I will banish you to the prison dimension for all eternity don't even fucking try bitch I stg 🔪

I don't have a specific tag for this, just @ me so I can see your art!

You don't have to follow me to participate (it's not like I'm gonna check anyway)

CTIYS version (just the lineart) as well as the original drawing but without the text is availible under the cut: