#rottmnt angst

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

Long time no see TMNT fandom. Come eat your food 😋

Canvas 1: leo throughout the seasons, aftermath of the prison dimension, 2012 AU of “worlds collide” where Mikey’s electric powers almost kill him.

Canvas 2: leo tapping into the healing hands to remove the lightning from Mikey’s body, mikey fainting, Leos pet cat Kasumi, 2003 don after good genes.

[izabelfeenix]

"What have you done...?"

[chil-aglia]

Promt drugged draxom got angry at him for smt or bishop found him maybe (for the bad bingo)

Character:Nico bc I haven't seen anyone do him yet so

This will be marked off as 'Drugged' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

This is an open ended story, so you guys can imagine what happens with Nico and whatnot!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Hostage - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Hostage

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of Collide. This is set when Nico gets transported to the past/present with Casey Jr. In this version/AU Matt and future Adriaen, along with future Leo and the other future brothers of the Hamato clan are all dead and Nico and Casey have been living with the past versions of their family for a few months after the Krang invasion.

Bingo slot: Drugged

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my OC’s

Warnings; Drugged, angst, grief over family members, implied PTSD, nightmares, kidnapping, implied past trauma, etc

Summary: A blast from the past. Nico knew the stories of the EPF, how they were enemies of yokai kind. Nico didn’t fret that he would meet them so soon after arriving in the past. Let alone be drugged by them.

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Nico had nightmares a lot ever since the incident. Ever since the death of his little brother. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have brought Matt out there, knowing that Matt was still recovering from being sick.

Matt begged to come with him and Nico just…allowed it.

He can still remember the gruesome scene. The blood poured out of Matt’s body as he was squashed by Krang Prime.

It was Nico’s fault. He knew that.

It was his fault that his baby brother was dead. His fault that his father Leo became such a mess, blaming Nico, which he understood. He blamed himself too.

Nico heard the sounds of pained moans, turning around stiffly and almost wanting to puke at the sight of seeing Matt’s body, legs unable to work as he crawled towards his brother, his eyes and mouth black as night, blood streaming down from the holes.

“Nico….” Matt ghostly groans out, slowly climbing up the frozen state of his older brother as Nico hiccuped on his sobs, closing his eyes tightly as he muttered under his breath a single phrase over and over again.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—

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He gasps awake, cold sweat dripping down his body as he stares up at the ceiling of his new room. He looked around, taking in the view to calm down before sitting up.

It wasn’t real. Just a nightmare. How many was that now?

Nico sighs, rubbing his face to wake himself up as he hops out of the bed, grabbing his mask and putting it on, not bothering to get dressed in the rest of his gear as he exits the bedroom.

His nostrils caught the scent of bacon and eggs being cooked by his Uncle Mikey—who insisted on being called that—while Nico heard the voices of everyone else. He must’ve been the last one to wake up.

“Hey there he is! Slept well?” Leo announces, spotting his future son who stood in the archway of the kitchen when he strolled over. Nico gazed around at the table, his parents sitting next to each other, eating their own plate of food, Donnie and Raph on the other side, Mikey humming along in the kitchen, April and Casey sat beside each other facing Raph and Donnie and then Splinter, at the head of the table.

“Nico! I saved you a plate.” Mikey announces, brightly smiling and walking out the kitchen carrying said plate of breakfast. He puts it down next to Casey, indicating that’s where he was going to sit to eat.

“Thank you…” Nico muttered, still waking himself up and trying to not seem like he just had another nightmare. Only a select few knew of his sleeping struggles. That being Casey, Leo and Adriaen. He suspected Mikey might’ve had a suspicion about his struggles but he didn’t say anything to him.

“You’ve been sleeping for a while. It’s almost 10 in the morning.” Raph informs, chuckling lightly in amusement, while Nico blinks and blushes in embarrassment at his sleep in.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Leo was like that too, sleeping in late all the time.” Raph grins, enjoying teasing his younger brother in front of his future child as the slider scoffs and crosses his arms. “Okay, low blow.” He rolls his orbs as Adriaen hums, smirking to himself. “He’s not wrong though. You’ve only just started to get better at waking up on time.” Adriaen added his own quip, playfully ignoring the way Leo squawked.

They were loud, but Nico didn’t mind. He grew up with them after all. Even so, Casey could tell that something was bothering Nico, so he leaned over, to him slightly to whisper. “You okay? Did you have another…?” He began, pausing as he didn’t want to say it out loud, but Nico understood what he was hinting at.

“I’m fine.”

“Nico. If you’re still struggling, I can ask to get you some sleeping pills?”

“Casey…—“

“I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help you out—“

Nico slams his fists on the table, jostling the plates and other utensils on the table for a moment as he glares warningly at Casey.

No words were exchanged, but it was clear that Nico was telling him to shut up and not talk to him about it.

Everyone else who felt the table rock briefly and heard and saw the slamming of Nico’s fists, all silently watched, the tension suddenly becoming apparent in the air. Nico noticed the scene he caused, scoffing at himself in utter shame and embarrassment.

He stood up from the chair, “I’m going out for some fresh air.” He concludes, not bothering to grab his plate and put it away, he wanted to leave the lair as quickly as he could.

And that meant no stopping by his room to retrieve his sword or gear. Not like he was planning on actually fighting anybody anyways. Plus with New York still cleaning up the mess from the invasion that only happened 3 months ago, crime had been down.

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Nico ran across rooftops, panting as he felt his lungs burn slightly. He had been running and jumping for a while now. Half an hour at most. He needed to clear his head, and so he thought doing this was helping.

Which it was as he focused on not falling off the roofs or tripping over his own feet. But now, he needed a break, so he found a secluded roof, sitting behind an air conditioning unit to cool off.

He should’ve brought water with him, but he can survive without it for a bit. He’s dealt with worse things than simply not having a bottle of filtered water with him.

He takes off his bandana, finding it to be all sweaty and gross now as it stuck to his skin when he took it off. He’ll have to wash it when he gets back.

His eyes settled onto the black fabric, solemnly. This once belonged to his father, Adriaen. Or at least future, older version of Adriaen. Before he had…died. Nico oftentimes wondered if he was worthy of even wearing the mask.

He often felt he failed his family. Failed him.

It was the same as his sword, having once belonged to his dad Leo before he was given new katanas to wield with. Nico remembered how proud his dad seemed when he handed the blade to Nico, telling him that he can use this to protect others, protect the family. A symbol of sorts.

“And I did the exact opposite.” He muttered to himself, sighing as he leaned back, resting against the unit before taking in a deep breath. He should probably start heading back, and definitely apologise for his outburst.

Grunting softly he stands up, stretching his arms and legs out as he ties the mask back over his face. He began walking away, about to sprint off in the direction home.

But a stinging sensation on his neck had his falter. In seconds his vision became a blur, body feeling heavy and legs aching as he yelped and fell to the ground, feeling paralysed as he twitched.

What was going on?

Using whatever strength he had in himself, he managed to reach up to his neck and pull out what felt like a needle of sorts, blood trickling down the side of where he took the needle out as he observed the equipment he held before dropping it. His hand became numb.

It was a dart. A tranquiliser dart that was often used on animals.

Who…?

He sees a human man walking over to him, as Nico tries to focus on what they looked like in appearance. They wore a black suit and black sunglasses. With short black hair swept to the side.

He looked familiar, as he crouched down and tapped Nico just above his eye. The turtle was unable to move due to dart drug flowing in his veins.

The man hummed, taking his phone out and dialling in a number. Nico was beginning to lose consciousness as he went in and out of a drowsy state.

The last words he heard was this.

“Target captured. Bringing it in now.”

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When Nico woke up he was immediately in an unfamiliar environment. Nauseous as he gags slightly in reflex but nothing came out as he slowly rose to his feet, using the wall as support.

He was in a brightly tiled room, but it was small, no bigger than an apartment living room. Maybe even less than that. Either way, Nico wasn’t with his family, he wasn’t in the lair. He recalled the man in the suit briefly before he blacked out.

Where had he taken him? Who was he? And who did he call?

“Shit…” He cursed, looking around his body as he forgot he left his gear and weapon at home. He should’ve brought it with him. How the hell was he supposed to escape with no tools to help him?

“I see you’re awake.”

Nico jumped, startled and almost stumbled over from how weak his knees felt from waking up in such a sore position.

The man from earlier had walked into his room, clipboard in hand with a pen in the other. “Who are you?! Where am I?!” Nico shouted, stomping forward only to yelp and collapse to his knees.

He was in no position to move around freely just yet. Whatever they did to him, they made sure the drug lasted a bit longer.

“I am John Bishop. Head security of EPF.”

EPF….?

Nico stilled, recalling that name. It was mentioned before to him in the apocalypse. How the EPF were t exactly a fan of yokai and mutants, deeming them as dangerous to humanity. But during the apocalypse, the EPF worked out some sort of…trade?

Helping the Resistance and its members to stop the Krang. Even then, his family and EPF seemed rather tense when put in the same room.

“Heard of us? Given your silence.”

Nico blinked, coming to reality as he stood back up again. “Something like that.” He bitterly replied, eyes narrowed as he leaned the side of his body against the wall.

“What do you want from me?”

“We know there’s more of you out there. Whoever tried to erase all the videos and photos of you didn’t do an amazing job at it.” John noted, pulling out hard copies of blurry pictures of him and his family fighting the Krang.

He sweats, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. Uncle Donnie wasn’t going to take it kindly to the fact that John didn’t think highly of his work. He knew Donnie erased most of the videos and photos from the World Wide Web.

Somehow the EPF were just quicker at gathering what they needed.

“Even if there are more of us. You think I’m going to tell you where they are?” Nico challenged, his expression becoming cocky and determined. There was no way in hell he was going to expose his family’s whereabouts.

“Perhaps you won’t willingly…which is why I’ll be using this.” He clicks his fingers as the door behind opens to reveal a scientist walking holding a syringe with yellow liquid inside.

Nico pushed himself as far as he could, glaring at the needle as John Bishop lightly flicked the needle with his finger before strolling over. “It’ll hurt if you resist.” He simply told, grabbing Nico who didn’t have the energy to fight back as he got pinned to the ground, grunting in pain when he collided with the cool tiled floor.

He squirmed a bit under John’s grasp, noticing the needle inching closer to his neck as he tried to buck off the human.

But his strength wasn’t there with him at the time, widening his eyes and gasping when he felt the needle enter his neck, and the sensation of the liquid entering inside him.

He groans, lying limp on the floor as John lets go and walks over him. “The drug should be complete in an hour or so. I’ll come back to answer more questions later.” He explains to the drowsy turtle who tried to speak up, but couldn’t.

It felt like his throat was constricted as he blacks out from being drugged.

What did he use on him?

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Bad things happen bingo (OPEN)

[krillenjoyer]

Coming back for the first time in ages to drop some afterlife angst

--> AKA Leo dies right after they fish him out of the prison dimension due to medical complications (EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY WAS BROKEN) and the rest of the family gets to grow up without him <333 Mikey dies at 36 after an incident with his mystic powers. He can't believe how small his big bro used to be.

[raisadraws]

Leon's art dump

Probably should do separate versions of each, dw i will

[stephuart]

Have some angst *poof*

Edit: to be continued....

[kittylittersmoothie]

*posts animation wip gifs and vanishes into the void*

[kaysdenofchaos]

ROTTMNT x Mouthwashing AU (again, sorry)

Oh y’all the brainrot is BAD bad

[devotedtosadpoetry]

Spoilers for Chapter 44 of Down with the Stockholm

i can’t express how rewarding it feels to have made it through the climax i’ve been looking forward to ever since i first started the fanfic. and i’m so pleased that with this newest chapter comes an art piece i’ve been hanging onto:

i had such a vivid image in my head for the climax of the climax, the biggest moment of all the moments, and i saw it in @cupcakeslushie’s art style. and she did not disappoint ♥️

i love supporting artists, i love this community we have and how lovingly we reach out to each other, artists and writers alike. being surrounded by so much talent is a thrilling sensation i will never stop seeking out, and a feeling everyone should search for. i’ve learned so much from this community, and as much as i receive, i will continue to give back to it. thank you ROTTMNT community, and thank you again @cupcakeslushie for an incredible art piece ✨

[starstickerzzz]

I know most of the Rottmnt fandom has expressed a lot of grief over the lack of content in between Leo getting saved and the cheesy ending because OBVIOUSLY there was a lot more then that and while I have always agreed I now find I am sort of grateful for that. Because without that there wouldn’t have been so many amazing interpretations from the fan base both in fanfiction, art, comics etc. I think some things are just better left to be the fandoms plaything. Sometimes it’s just a lot more fun and creatively sparking that way :) anyways please reccomended ur favorite angst rise fics please ESPECIALLY LEO CENTRIC ONES HEHEHE YUMMY 😋 (I’d recommend literally everything by mad_and_thick_as_thieves on ao3 cuz HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY WRITE GOOD!???)

[shalaaex]

[1/10] I will post a page at least once a week :)) they’re mostly lined :DD

[Next]

[chil-aglia]

For The Dialogue Injury Prompts (if you’re interested):

Prompts: #29. “Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, Are You Kidding?” / #30. “I Just Want You To Be Okay.”

Characters: Giovanni and his brothers

AU: Eyes On You AU

Plot: Basically Giovanni ends up getting a life threatening injury from an accident (let’s say he tried out one of the motorcycles from the turtle tank for the first time and he accidentally crashed the motorcycle), and he insists that he’s fine and says “Don’t waste your time on me” but his brothers are having none of that nonsense and they all tell him “I just want you to be okay” while Giovanni’s injury is being treated.

This poor dude cannot catch a break—

Dialogue Prompt (Injury)

by @promptsbytaurie

29: “Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, Are You Kidding?”

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30: “I Just Want You To Be Okay.”

Character(s): Giovanni (featuring his brothers)

Warnings: Blood/life threatening injury, vomit, implied unsafe driving, impalement, character death (open ended, you guys can decide if he dies), etc

Crashed

THIS ISN'T CANON TO THE MAIN FIC OF GIOVANNI BTW!

If you wish to make fanart for this, please do so and tag me so I can see it!

This prompt fic is gonna be short btw

Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

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Giovanni was dizzy, vision blurry and the sounds around him were practically deafened for him. He didn’t know what happened, but he could see four blurry familiar figures all crouching around him, looking panicked.

They were his brothers.

But why were they concerned? Why can’t Giovanni move or speak?

He gazed around his surroundings, he was seeing double but, in the distance, he noticed a motorcycle from the turtle tank. It was laying on its side, wheel bent, and some pieces scattered across the ground.

It looked horrific. Hopefully no one was hurt.

Sleepy….

“Hey! Don’t fall asleep!” Leo’s voice shook Giovanni to remain awake. He groans and opens his mouth to assure his little brother that he was just going to rest his eyes.

But he suddenly vomits out blood and bile.

Giovanni blinks, staring down at the pool of Ichor he released. He started realising everything, the way he had his hand holding his stomach. The way he ached.

He timidly looks down, noticing the blood seeping out of him.

Oh.

He has a huge gash in his stomach, with a metal pipe impaling him.

He weakly looks back at the crashed motorcycle. Ah, it made sense now. He was the one who was hurt.

“G-guys—“

More blood heaved out as Donnie was quick to use a towel, he got from his battle shell to clean Giovanni’s face slightly. “Don’t talk. You’re injured.” He scolds, as Mikey had tears streaming down from his eyes. “S-shouldn’t we remove this?” He points at the pipe that poked out of Giovanni’s stomach.

Leo immediately snapped. “No! Don’t touch it. Keep it in, or else we’d make things worse.”

Mikey reels back his outstretched hand as he hugs himself, unsure what to do.

Giovanni, despite being in a heavy daze, saw the guilty look from Mikey, frightened about this whole ordeal. Leo snapping at him wasn’t helping.

“L-Leo…”

Leonardo perked up at his name, giving a shaky smile. “It’s gonna be okay. April, dad and Casey are gonna come and help you out.” He encourages as Raph nods from the sides, though he was clearly panicked, the way his eyes were wide as his chest was going up and down quickly.

Giovanni grunts lightly in pain as he tries to move. “No, no. Gio. Hey, you can’t move.” Leo softly spoke to him, keeping his hands on Giovanni’s shoulders to keep him down.

“Don’t waste your time on me…”

Donnie stared with his mouth hung open in shock. “Are you kidding?” He lightly hisses as Giovanni slowly shakes his head.

“I’m serious…and don’t be harsh on Mikey, Leo. I don’t want you guys getting mad at each other.”

Leo’s lips quivered as he gently pats Giovanni’s hand. Holding it tightly, afraid that Giovanni would disappear if he let go.

“I just want you to be okay.”

Giovanni hums in response, body feeling weak as he starts closing his eyes. “I’m okay…but I want to rest for a while.” He mumbles; in doing so he closes his eyes as he drifts off to a deep sleep or passed out. It was hard to tell.

Though he did hear briefly how his brothers were telling him to stay awake. But he couldn’t…he was craving the dark.

His head was throbbing. His body ached.

Shouldn’t he rest? To recover?

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[bowandbrush]

who wants a super short fluff comic? :>

Lol just kidding

also here’s this so you’re not as sad

POV you don’t survive prison place

[an-artistic-failure]

I was sad so I decided everyone else has to be too.

[stephuart]

Hey it's been awhile...

Life has been pretty busy these past few months and it has sucked all the creative juices out of me. Drawing during my free time became nonexistence because I was too drained. So I apologize for disappearing for so long. I got my creative spark back and here is the result of that.

A mix of some personal stuff and some Fan Art for some FanFic/AU's I adore so much. Enjoy.

The Neon Void

Ghost in the Shell

firefight

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis

Our Future Days

Replica AU

Feral Leo AU

CAS AU

L.O.V.E AU

[eliothedud9000]

reread little kid with a big death wish recently, here are some doodles

(im terrible at taking pictures of traditional art im sorry ;-;)

(i don’t remember what chapter this is from woops)