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Draxum's Hamato Yoshi's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 5/?)

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Summary: Hamato Yoshi--or, Lou Jitsu--meets a curious little girl in the depths of a madman's lab that turns his perception of the world on its head.

Yoshi has grown fairly numb to the atrocities of yokai. A decade trapped in a gilded cage that doubled as a gladiatorial ring will unfortunately do that. Of course, now Yoshi has traded one prison for another: Big Mama for this Baron Draxum fellow. Part of him knows that letting the little flying rat monkeys take him from his cell in the Battle Nexus without a fight was a bad idea that will lead to nothing but pain. But Yoshi can’t bring himself to care anymore. He’s sick of fighting. All it has done is land him in cages and endless, pointless blood sport.

Such things become unappealing very quickly.

“Ah, the great Lou Jitsu,” a tall goat-like yokai crows. “Your warrior prowess is legendary."

Yoshi grimaces. “My fighting days are behind me.”

Draxum smirks unnervingly. “Fighting will not be necessary,” he says. “Only your innate genetic gifts.”

He grits his teeth, the bars creaking ominously in his hands. He opened his mouth to rebuke but something interrupts that Yoshi couldn’t have anticipated.

“Baba!” A painfully young voice calls.

Yoshi’s heart drops as footsteps echo down the hall outside the lab and a young girl no older than four and clearly human rounds the corner. Her arms and hands are wrapped in a way that supports good wrist and knuckle alignment, a thin sheen of sweat adhering her tussled hair to her forehead and something that looks uncomfortably like blood smeared on her cheek and staining her outfit. In a moment, the hard shell of apathy surrounding Yoshi’s heart creaks.

She stops in front of Draxum, holding up a thick scroll she can barely put both hands around and a squirming, pulsing mound of pink-purple matter, a poorly cleaned tanto blade strapped to her hip.

“I’m done with practice!” She says brightly, smiling broadly.

Draxum nods and takes the scroll. He then pulls out a rather comical pair of reading bifocals as the girl bounces on the balls of her feet in front of him. As the large yokai looks over the scroll, the girl occasionally steals a look towards Yoshi. She waves at him. Numbly, Yoshi waves back.

“Baba, can I show Mr. Jitsu my little brothers?” She asks.

Draxum holds up a finger at her, still reading the scroll. When he seems finished, he then turns his attention to the weird pulsating ball of plant matter the girl brought with her with a critical eye.

“Hmm. Your work today was most excellent, Spawn,” he says, tucking away his glasses and rolling up the scroll. “You may. After you wash and change.”

The little girl literally jumps for joy. “Yes!! Thank you, Baba!” She says as she scampers away, leaving that weird lump of whatever it is behind in her excitement.

“Do not run in the halls!” Draxum shouts after her.

Judging from the rapid pitter patter of tiny bare feet, the little girl doesn’t heed Draxum’s strangely paternal words. He sighs heavily, pinching his brow before setting aside the scroll and picking up the weird lump of matter to set along side it on the lab table. It leaves a strange puddle of translucent purple liquid where the girl left it on the floor. Draxum sighs again at the sight of it, muttering about the messes of children.

For a moment, Yoshi almost forgets exactly what kind of monster he’s looking at.

But that moment passes quickly as a smirk grows on Draxum’s alien features as he sees the shocked and horrified look on Yoshi’s face.

“You fiend!” Yoshi hisses, the vines creaking in his grip. “What are you doing to that child?”

Draxum has the nerve to turn that smirk at him. “I am molding her into the future general of my armies,” he declares. “Her mystic prowess is remarkable for a human, especially one of her age. And under my tutelage, she will become the greatest mystic warrior the world has ever seen! She will lead the armies I make from your DNA to take back the surface for yokai-kind, and I will relish the irony that a human will be the one to spearhead the extermination of the human race.”

Yoshi’s veins fill with ice. “How dare you…,” he growls.

The bastard’s smirk widens and he sweeps out of the room.

Yoshi is left alone for some time, pulling uselessly at the bars as the minutes slip by.

The little girl returns some time after Draxum leaves, hair damp and wearing a deep green kimono. In her arms is a large blue tub that is almost too large for her to get her arms around. She marches into the lab with an expression of the utmost concentration as she struggles with her load.

“You should not be here, little one,” Yoshi says grimly.

The girl sets the tub down and sits in front of Yoshi’s cage, her bright smile dimmed slightly by confusion.

“Why not? Baba said I can be in here. I just can’t touch stuff,” she says.

Yoshi reaches through the bars to take her hand. “You’re in danger. Draxum will only turn you and your little brothers into a living weapons for his cause!”

The girl blinks. “But I want to fight,” she says.

Yoshi balks a little at this.

“There’s bad things coming, Mr. Jitsu. Really, really bad! A lot of people will get hurt if we don’t stop it!” She declares. Then she looks at him with hopeful eyes. “You’ll help fight, right, Mr. Jitsu?”

Yoshi flinches slightly. “I have sworn off violence, little one,” he says.

She frowns. “But you’re the best fighter ever! If anyone could beat the Mean Metal Man, it’d be you!”

Yoshi blinks. “‘Mean Metal Man’?” He echoes. “What are you talking about?”

She pulls a small folded stack of paper out of her kimono’s sash and unfolds them for Yoshi to see. He feels his heart stop as a very familiar image stares back at him in the unsteady lines of a child’s art.

The girl taps the drawing, a hard and somber look on her face. “I see the Mean Metal Man a lot in my visions,” she says. “He hurts a lot of people and then he brings these scary pink brain things and the whole world dies!”

It is my duty to keep watch for the return of the Shredder.

Some day, you will understand the sacrifice we must make as Hamato.

You must complete your training, so you can defeat the Shredder, should he ever return.

The little girl continues to ramble as Yoshi feels his entire world crumble around him. There’s no way that his Grandpa Sho was right. The Shredder…he can’t be real. He can’t.

Because that would mean that Yoshi has wasted his life and shunned his dwindling family for nothing.

Anatawa Hitorijanai.

“The Metal Man is scary, but I know you could beat him and maybe you could team up with this really strong lady I see sometimes!”

“How do you know all this, little one?” Yoshi asks, still stunned.

“I see them in visions when I sleep. It’s not always the same thing over and over, but it’s similar,” she says. “Baba says I’m an Or…” her brow furrows as she struggles with the word. “Orc-al?”

“Oracle,” Yoshi supplies.

The girl nods. “Yeah! That! I see things that’ll happen in the future.”

“That must be a heavy burden to bear.”

The girl nods again, visibly somber. “It’s scary. I don’t always see bad things, but the bad things are really, really bad,” she admits, pulling her knees to her chest. “I wake up crying a lot…”

Yoshi’s heart pangs with sympathy. Visions of coming disaster is a cruel thing for the universe to thrust upon someone so young.

“And you still want to confront the monsters you see?”

She tilts her head. “‘Com-front’? What’s that?”

“Confront,” Yoshi corrects. “It means to face something. Usually an opponent of some kind.”

The little girl makes a drawn out “oh” sound, understanding. “Like how you’d fight in the Battle Nexus! You were com-fronting your oppon-ments in the Nexus!” She says, fumbling the pronunciation of a few words rather adorably for the subject matter.

“Uh…yeah,” Yoshi says, a little unnerved that this very young girl has apparently seen his often bloody Nexus fights. “But…back to you…do you really want to confront the scary things you see in your visions?”

The girl nods sharply with very little hesitation, a determination burning bright in her hazel eyes. “I can’t just sit around and watch it happen! Not when I can do something about it,” she declares. “Baba’s training me for this! So I gotta do it! And the Mean Metal Man…he’s coming and bringing all the bad things with him.”

Yoshi’s blood runs cold. “How soon?”

How much time did Yoshi have to prepare?

The girl frowns and looks away. “Soon, but not ‘tomorrow’ soon,” she says.

“Years?” Yoshi suggests.

The girl nods. “Fingers and toes number,” she says. Then she frowns. “Maybe? I’m not sure.”

“But it won’t happen soon soon?”

She shakes her head.

That’s a relief. At least there’s time.

“So…little one,” Yoshi says quietly, still reeling from the revelation that the destiny Grandpa Sho harped about constantly was actually true and imminent according to this young child who is apparently both blessed and cursed with knowledge of impending doom, “where are your little brothers?”

To his surprise, she reaches into the tub she brought in with her and pulls out a small green creature.

“Right here!” She says brightly.

In her hands is a small red-earred slider turtle that fits neatly in her cradled palms. He’s fully retracted into his shell but the adorable little creature is pulling himself out again, sniffing the girl’s fingers and wandering closer to Yoshi, evidently curious.

“Aww,” Yoshi coos, feeling a bit of his earlier tension receding as he reaches out to scratch the tiny turtle’s head. It chirps sweetly. “Aren’t you cute? But, little one, I don’t understand. Are your little brothers…turtles?”

She nods. “Baba says he’s going to do science on them and they’ll fight with me some day,” she explains. “He says they’ll be my sub-ordain-ants—whatever that is—but that sounds boring, so I wanna be their big sister instead.”

“I…see…,” Yoshi says, only half lying. He can’t say he’s fond of the notion that Draxum is planning to mutate these innocent creatures.

“This is Blue,” she says handing him the slider.

Yoshi coos a little as the little turtle fits easily in the palm of his hand. Little brothers indeed.

The girl pulls the bin closer, allowing Yoshi to peer inside a bit better, before pulling out an ornate box turtle.

“This is Orange. He’s very sweet,” she points to a soft-shelled turtle, “That’s Purple. He bites sometimes, but only when he’s scared, but other than that he’s very sweet too!” She sets down the box turtle in her lap—the little creature happily nestling into her warm kimono—and pulls out a baby alligator snapping turtle, holding him with both hand on either side. “And this is Red!”

Yoshi reaches out to give the little turtle a scratch on the head too. “Aww, what a sweet little c—“

The baby turtle lives up to his species’ name and snaps at Yoshi’s finger, digging through the fabric of his glove and piercing his skin.

Yoshi shouts in pain, yanking his finger back.

“Ye-ouch! Why you little—!”

The girl laughs brightly and pulls the little creature back. It takes Yoshi’s glove with him, which only causes the girl to dissolve further into peels of laughter. And Yoshi can’t help but join her. The sight of a tiny snapping turtle with no thoughts behind his eyes and a bright orange glove in his beak is a comical one.

At least until the tiny creature tries to eat it.

The girl composes herself somewhat as she readjusts her hold to free one of her hands in order to grab the item before little Red can swallow it.

“No, Red! That’s not food,” she scolds lightly, tugging the glove out of his beak. However, the fabric on the glove’s index finger tears off, still firmly clamped in the tiny turtle’s jaws. The girl looks between the turtle and the now ripped glove in dismay. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Jitsu.”

Yoshi chuckles, reaching forward to pry the shred of glove from the small snapping turtle’s mouth. “It’s okay, little one,” he assures. “I can always mend it later.”

She tilts her head. “Like sewing?”

He nods. “I had to sew a lot of my own costumes,” he says with no small amount of pride.

The girl’s eyes shine with wonder.

Sewing is a much easier topic for Yoshi to talk about than fighting in the Nexus or the prospect of The Shredder’s return and actually being real. Growing up, Yoshi had precious few hobbies between schooling and Grandpa Sho’s training that he stalwartly ignored, so sewing things was a treasured reprieve. It came in handy during his days of stardom as he gleefully tells the girl. At first, Yoshi made his own costumes out of necessity but when he hit it big, the costume department just couldn’t make the costume the way Yoshi liked it despite their best efforts. It’s been a while since he’s sown, however. Yoshi hasn’t had much contact with a needle and thread outside those of the surgical variety. He’d like to sew again someday.

And in any case, the girl is utterly enraptured by Yoshi’s descriptions of the things he’s made. Eventually, Yoshi runs out of sewing tales, but the girl takes over with a slew of facts about turtles. She speaks with undisguised passion and joy, her hands flapping rapidly in front of her and eyes shining.

Admittedly, Yoshi doesn’t get a lot of it. The girl talks fast and her English is flawed, occasionally even cutting into an archaic iteration of Japanese. Regardless, the pure love and excitement is soothing to listen to.

Unfortunately, their conversation doesn’t last forever as Draxum returns at last.

Yoshi glowers at the yokai, but the girl’s face blooms into a joyful smile that Draxum is wholly unworthy of. Curiously, Draxum’s expression softens ever so slightly as he looks down at the young girl.

“I thought I’d find you here, Spawn,” he says. “It’s time for dinner.”

The girl nods and gently returns her little brothers to their tub. She pauses and looks up at Draxum. “Can Mr. Jitsu join us, Baba?” She pleads, giving him the biggest, wateriest eyes Yoshi has ever born witness to.

“Please..?”

The stalwart yokai actually falters visibly.

Ah. I see she is a master of the ancient art of puppy-dog eyes, Yoshi thinks.

However, Draxum visibly steels his nerves and pats the young girl on the head placatingly.

“Not today, Spawn,” he says. “Come along.”

The girl pouts and casts a longing, sorrowful look towards Yoshi before trailing after Draxum.

And…Yoshi is alone again.

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@tmntbestsibscompetiton for a general overview of Milo's backstory.

And some fun designs I have for her.

FINALLY got some of my drawings of my girl, Milo, lined and done in flats (with some bonus baby teetles). She has been living rent free in my head for literal months.

general rundown of her backstory (under a cut so I don't clog up people's dashes lmao):

When she was two and a half, Milo toddled her way into the Hidden City when her caretakers weren't looking as she chased after a will o' the wisp type creature. She's found by Draxum and he functionally trips into adopting her, especially after finding out she has an innate gift for the mystic arts and the ability to see the future.

She foresees The Shredder's return and resolves to do everything in her power to stop him. Hilariously, while Draxum is trying to mold her into the future general of his army that will wipe out humanity, Milo has no such aims and instead wants to protect everyone from things that can't be dealt with through ordinary methods.

Even before the turtles are mutated, Milo sees them as her little brothers. In this, she's actually the one who gives them all color names (because she's four by then and not terribly creative lmao). After the lab explodes and Splinter absconds with both her and the turtles, Milo takes on the name "Green" until she and her little brothers pick out names from Splinter's book of renaissance painters (based on "Venus de Milo" obviously, but shortened simply to "Milo"). Draxum called her "Spawn," short for "Human Spawn" because when Milo came into his care, she wasn't yet at an age where she could effectively speak (she didn't remember her original name anyway).

Since Milo had no filter, she told Splinter about her visions of The Shredder when he was brought to Draxum's lab, unknowingly giving the poor man an existential crisis (hilariously, her logic in telling him at all was mostly rooted in that Lou Jitsu is the best warrior ever, so obviously he could help fight the "Mean Metal Man." She didn't know he was Hamato or what the clan's connection to The Shredder was until later). He still has massive denial and avoidance about it and whenever Milo asks, Splinter refuses to train her because he doesn't want her to go through what he has or to feel obligated to do what all his ancestors have done before him: sacrifice themselves in the name of stopping The Shredder. Of course, Milo doesn't know about Splinter's trauma in this issue and doesn't want to sit around doing nothing when she could be preparing and ends up nicking the Ancestor Scroll from Splinter's room (he doesn't notice until "Shadow of Evil" when he goes looking for it in his room but doesn't find it).

Milo is the eldest of the Hamato siblings (including April, though the two occasionally switch off on who is technically the eldest whenever the other doesn't feel like it) and serves as team leader with Raph as her second in command. Like canon!Raph, Milo feels obligated to do whatever it takes to protect her brothers, though her previous upbringing with Draxum allows her to function better in high-stress situations than Raph.

Milo is just as strong, durable, and fast as her brothers due to Draxum using a Captain America-like serum on her when she was three in order to enhance her. It also had a negative side effect on her foresight where if she's woken in the midst of a vision, she becomes stuck in it for anywhere between hours to days, trapped between lucidity and her visions. It's like sleep paralysis but worse, and unlike her regular visions--which happen independently as she sleeps--these waking visions make her incredibly suggestive to outside input. Meaning, if someone asks a question within earshot, her power will latch onto it and run through the possible futures, thus lengthening the time she spends stuck in prophetic limbo.

Her weapon of choice is a bisento, a bladed polearm weapon, but she's proficient with a chain scythe as well and uses a mystic one that she snags from Draxum in "Mystic Mayhem." Milo's designated color is also green, though her mystic energy is yellow. This is a design choice because April seems to favor yellow somewhat, but also has a lot of green elements to her design, including her mystic abilities.

Personality-wise, Milo is jovial and optimistic despite the heavy duty she burdens herself with, and is defined by her stubborn determination and boundless love.

She loves all of her brothers equally (her favorite is Raph. yes i am projecting).

Thanks to @tmnt-oc-comp for inspiring me (and giving me the courage lmao) to finally post this! Maybe I'll even start sharing some of the fic snippets that I've made for Milo if people like her and want to hear more :))

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MORE CHARACTERS IN MY AU😁 Team Champion!!They’re basically made to rival the turtles🤭 Inertia belongs to one of my friends! 🩵💜💙💛💚

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Took the main ones from my banner and separated them and gave them backgrounds :)

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finally finished both refs for the Took Me In Broken sisters!! camille's design may change in the future once i actually start to write her chapters, but for now i'm v happy w how they both turned out :]

more info can be found on their toyhouse!!

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This is Void! I've made an fandom OC / original content centric side-blog, so I'll primarily be posting Milo content on here from now on and reblogging to my main :3

(it's this. this is the fandom oc side-blog)

The next steps are in the works though I need images for the contestants!

I’ll have brackets posted by Friday

Pictures and descriptions

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so i forgot to post this when I drew it so; here’s your Christmas gift 💀

Alex and Milo chillin freaking out✨

CC: Milo: WDYM YOU’RE BEING BULLIED?!?!?! Why didn’t you tell us sooner!? We could have HELPED Alex: Only from Milo would I get yelled at for being bullied.

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I genuinly love writing Leon and Venus. They have the most dynamic ever. Leon drags Venus on her taste in music. Venus threatens to spoil his telenovelas. They are an unstoppable force in battle. They can't get along without arguing. Venus makes fun of his wrinkles. Leon laughs at her inability to do makeup. They start floating when debating about a certain topic. They are both wrong but that won't stop them from throwing hands. They hunt eachother for sport. They will skin you alive if you blink at them too hard. They have their own language and code. They have no idea what the fuck the other is even talking abt. They are besties. They are worsties. They will destroy everything if they lose eachother. They will sell eachother's soul for a single stale cornchip and feed it to a seagull. They get wasted together and cry. Leon won't let Venus adopt anymore kids (like a hypocrite, Venus says). They are eachother's impulse control. They have been banned from multiple places. They love eachother. They are massive hypocrites.

They are siblings your honour.

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Rise!Venus and Rise!Jennika

Míng Huì and Kimie color palettes

I did trashcan in Míng Huì's turtle form but I didn't like how it came out...so I switched to human.

Expressions and palettes from this challenge

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Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 4/?)

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Summary: Spawn fights a Battle Nexus Champion.

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The Grand Nexus Hotel is as Draxum remembers, that being a gaudy and borderline tacky nest of bloodlust and voyerism. As he strides through the halls far beyond what the disgusting humans would inhabit, Draxum pulls Spawn a little closer, eyeing the yokai around him warily.

“Stay close, Spawn,” he murmurs to the child.

She nods, taking his hand as they walk to Big Mama’s office.

Ahead of them, the big double doors to Big Mama’s office swing open as Draxum nears. At the far end of the room, silhouetted by the windows behind her desk, is the jorogumo herself and the continued bane of Draxum’s existence.

“Draxxy-boo! How delightfully fortuitous that you’ve bimble bumbled into my quaint little hotel,” Big Mama greets brightly, her voice dripping with false cheer and falser sincerity. The facade cracks ever so slightly as Big Mama’s gaze falls on the young human child tucking herself against Draxum’s side. “Oh? And who might this little morsel be?”

“The future general of the army you insist on keeping me from creating,” Draxum says bluntly.

Big Mama giggles lightly. “Oh Draxxy~ I’m not stopping you from doing anything!” She says. “It’s simply contrary to my interests to give up my dear Lou.”

“Even when he hasn’t fought in three years?”

At that, Big Mama’s smile takes a sharp edge. “Merely a temporary disagreement,” she says bluntly. “My snuggle muffin will get over his little tantrum eventually.” Big Mama then fixes Draxum with a hard glare. “And no, Draxxy, I will unequivocally not be giving him to you, even if it wounds me that he spurns my gift to him.” The spider yokai then looks at Spawn. “Even if you offer me a promising champion in exchange.”

Instinctively Draxum tightens his grip on Spawn, anticipating Big Mama to try and rip the girl from him. He bristles a little when he sees Big Mama’s steely look give way to amusement.

“Oh? Is that not why you brought your little general with you?”

“No,” Draxum bites out, admittedly a bit too fast and with too much force. He inhales subtly, trying to rein in his emotions. Big Mama is the last yokai on the planet Draxum wants to know of his fondness for Spawn. He stands taller, looking down his nose at the shorter cloaked yokai. “Spawn is here merely to demonstrate to you that I am serious about this matter and I am making steps to move forward in my plans to safeguard our people despite your repeated refusals.”

Big Mama smiles. “Oh, so you don’t need my Lou anymore then?”

“That isn’t what I said, and you know it.”

“Then I fail to see why you’re here, Draxxy,” Big Mama tuts. “Oh, dear, don’t tell me you still want my Lou to make your army from.”

Draxum can’t help the telling curl of his lip. Big Mama steeples her fingers in front of her, elbows resting on her desk and her eyes glinting dangerously. She smells blood.

“Well…if you’re so confident in your little general, perhaps a test is in order, hm?”

“A test?” Draxum echoes.

Big Mama giggles sweetly. “Why yes! Why don’t you let me see for myself the quality of your work.”

And maybe if you impress me enough, I’ll give you what you want, is the underlying implication Draxum reads in Big Mama’s look.

“What kind of test do you propose?”

“A simple one, of course,” Big Mama says, standing from her desk.

She puts a finger to her intercom and it beeps. “Will someone bring The Jackal to the training ring?”

“Right away, Big Mama.”

Draxum balks a little at the name. The Jackal is a lesser known Champion, sure, but he is renowned for his ferocity and bloody efficiency in dismembering and devouring his opponents. A true monster among yokai, brought to heel by Big Mama when the Hidden City’s finest officers failed to capture the villain.

The smug look on Big Mama’s face tells Draxum that she knows exactly what she’s doing. Unfortunately for her, it won’t work as Draxum knows Spawn is more than capable of defeating that slobbering behemoth. The question will be how damaged she’ll be by the end of it.

“Shall we, Draxxy? I’m looking forward to seeing what your little general can do.”

Big Mama makes her way to the elevator, leaving Draxum little choice but to follow. After all, this may be his last chance to convince the spider yokai to release Lou Jitsu to him willingly. It’s risky, for sure, and the idea of setting his prized subject against a beast like The Jackal makes something within Draxum’s very soul squirm irritably, but what choice does he have but to play Big Mama’s game?

Next to him, Spawn tugs at Draxum’s hand. She looks up at him with wide dark eyes and motions for him to bend down.

Instead he picks her up. No sense in risking humiliation bending over to his charge when she’s still so easy to carry.

“Who’s The Jackal?” She whispers in his ear.

“A Champion of the Nexus,” Draxum explains shortly in a low tone. “He ran rampant as a criminal and murderer through the Hidden City for some years before Big Mama brought him under her thumb. Be on guard, Spawn. He will be the toughest opponent you have yet faced. Most of his opponents ended up bloody smears in the arena.”

Spawn shudders a little but steels her resolve. “I can do it,” she whispers back.

“Of that I have no doubt,” Draxum states. “I’ve taught you well, and I will do all in my power to stack the odds in your favor. It’s about time I let you wield one of those in a fight.”

Spawn’s eyes sparkle with curiosity before her tiny body starts vibrating with excitement at the realization of what Draxum is insinuating. The circumstances might not be ideal, but Spawn needs to learn to use the mystic weapons Draxum possesses in a fight sooner or later. She knows the basics of the safer ones Draxum has let her wield, but Draxum knows exactly which weapon will suit her best for this fight.

Draxum knows Big Mama won’t play fair, so Draxum won’t either.

“How do you feel about wielding Hanabi?” Draxum inquires.

Spawn grins widely and nods with great enthusiasm.

“Good. But remember, Spawn,” Draxum murmurs. “Be on guard. Big Mama is known to alter the terms of deals at the last second. Expect her to try and tilt the odds against you at every turn.”

Spawn nods resolutely as they finally step into the elevator and descend to the Battle Nexus’ training grounds. It’s not much different from the actual Nexus Arena, albeit at a smaller scale and closed off in the underground. Still, it doesn’t really matter either way. An arena is an arena.

The Jackal is waiting there, towering above four Nexus guards that hold enchanted chains to restrain the beast of a yokai as he thrashes and gnashes his sharp teeth at them. Big Mama smiles placatingly as she makes her way to her personal viewer’s box. Draxum, meanwhile, sets Spawn down and weaves a small spell in the air between them. A summoning circle calling forth The Flaming Lantern, a kusari fundo inhabited by a powerful fire spirit that Spawn has taken to calling “Hanabi.”

She’s proven proficient with the weapon and the spirit within, and Draxum is certain that The Flaming Lantern will be a good fit for the opponent Spawn finds herself against.

Spawn’s face lights up as Draxum drops the weapon into her hands with a curt nod before going to join Big Mama in her viewing box. He makes it as Spawn enters the ring. Big Mama’s Nexus guards drop their chains and run as The Jackal thrashes and swings his fists down upon them. The guards narrowly evaded what would have been a crushing blow.

It’s not long after that The Jackal notices Spawn standing at the other end of the ring. He snorts loudly and turns his pointed dog-like snout towards Big Mama’s viewing box, lips curled to reveal sword-like teeth.

“Spider! What is this you’ve brought to me?” He bellows.

“You’re newest opponent, Jackal,” Big Mama says with a smirk. “I’m told she’s quite formidable.”

The Jackal throws his head back and laughs cruelly. “This little scrap of flesh? You insult me, Spider!” He yells. “It will hardly be worth the effort to eat!”

Meanwhile, Spawn is re-familiarizing herself with the kusari and paying little heed to The Jackal’s jeers as he continues to insult her as if she’s not in hearing distance. Draxum is looking forward to his Spawn proving the slobbering brute wrong for underestimating her so severely, but he can’t help the knot of anxiety that sits like a stone in his chest. The Jackal, after all, is a brutal opponent, and one far more deadly than anything Spawn has faced thus far.

Draxum’s is half of the mind that it was about time he took Spawn’s training up a notch. But the other half balks at the notion, fueled by a strange protective impulse that compels Draxum to bundle Spawn up and hide her away somewhere far from such dangers.

It’s a strange feeling.

Spawn concludes her test swings and spins of the kusari and moves on to reconnecting to the spirit within the weapon. It doesn’t take her long as the head of the kusari bursts into brilliant orange-gold flames, a similar light shining within Spawn’s eyes as she spins the weapon into a visually seamless ring of fire.

Pride flares in Draxum’s chest as The Jackal pauses mid-insult to turn his attention back to his opponent with wide eyes.

“A mystic weapon? Wherever did she get that?” Big Mama asks, an accusing glance leveled at Draxum.

Draxum shrugs, unable to help his smug grin. “You never said my general couldn’t make use of the weapons in her arsenal,” he says.

Big Mama scoffs. “No matter.”

In the arena, The Jackal growls lowly, flexing his claws as he glares daggers towards Spawn with killing intent, clearly no longer in the mood to heckle an opponent that has proven she can do him harm.

“It seems the brute finally acknowledges his opponent for what she is,” Draxum sneers as The Jackal’s fur bristles while he looks at Spawn with wide, unblinking red eyes. “A threat.”

Spawn doesn’t waste a moment, the kusari singing as it sails through the air. Even from the viewer’s box, Draxum feels the heat of the weapon’s magic and hears the high-pitched, gleeful cackling of the spirit held within. The Jackal takes the blow straight to his face, the mystic flames burning away his fur to sear the flesh beneath an angry red.

The Jackal may have Spawn beat in terms of sheer size and strength, but Draxum has trained her against similar enemies for years now. While admittedly, The Jackal’s size and strength far outstrips the constructs Draxum set Spawn against in training exercises, the principle of dealing with him is much the same.

Spawn is a blur of orange-gold as she darts around The Jackal’s feet, the chains of her weapon lashing her opponent and the very grounds around them.

Big Mama hums next to Draxum, visibly intrigued. “Quite the speedy little fly, isn’t she?”

“At her age and size, it’s her greatest asset,” Draxum rumbles, watching as Spawn slides between The Jackal’s legs as he makes a double-fisted slam attack, the kusari’s chain dragging ahead of her as the head is embedded in the ground the Jackal slammed his fists into. Draxum winces in sympathy as Spawn snaps the flaming chain upwards between his legs. And hard. The high-pitched yelp of pain The Jackal makes is rather amusing though.

“Clearly.”

The pattern continues for several seconds, Spawn darting between The Jackal’s legs as he stomps at her, the kusari whistling through the air at her command. Gradually, Spawn is wearing down her opponent with quick lashes and a hundred shallow injuries that will doubtlessly stack up.

The Jackal’s frustration mounts, the beast of a yokai growling and huffing irritably as Spawn once again darts away from his blows. Draxum has a bad feeling.

“ENOUGH!” The Jackal bellows.

Clutching his fists together, The Jackal raises them above his head, red eyes tracking Spawn’s movement. Draxum’s heart drops to his stomach as The Jackal slams both of his fists down directly on Spawn.

Spawn shouts in pain as The Jackal finally lands a hit on her, slamming the small girl into a crater in the arena’s dirt floor. The Jackal grins cruelly with bloody teeth as he follows the hit with a double-fisted slam. Draxum is on his feet before he even realizes as The Jackal slams down on his prone child. He can’t tear his eyes away from the spot Spawn fell as a cloud of dust fills the arena.

“Well, that’s that, I suppose,” Big Mama says nonchalantly as Draxum feels like his world has shattered.

The dust starts to settle. The Jackal grins cruelly at the spot he’s crushed with his brutish fists. Except, that grin falters as the dust clears. Beneath him, there’s a brilliant, warm glow that burns steady and bright. Under The Jackal’s fists, Spawn lays with her back against the crater, blood trickling steadily down a cut across her forehead, nearly hidden in her hairline.

Spawn has stopped his fists with her arms and one foot, her left forearm braced with the mystic chains of The Flaming Lantern as she pushes back. The palm of her right hand and the bottom of her left foot are similarly pressed against The Jackal’s fists, pushing them back and from dealing a fully crushing blow even as Spawn shakes from the strain.

Battered, bloodied and bruised, Spawn still pushes The Jackal back with a colossal yell and shove. The Jackal staggers back as Spawn drags herself to her feet. Her arm looks broken or at least fractured, the chains of the kusari fundo likely being the only thing keeping that arm in anything approaching fighting shape.

But Spawn still stands. Still breathes.

Draxum chuckles lowly, smirking at Big Mama. The spider yokai looks decidedly less smug than she did mere seconds ago.

“What are you?” The Jackal growls.

Spawn grins wickedly and makes one final lash at the ground. Draxum wonders what exactly she’s doing up until he looks at the bigger picture. The arena floor is littered with seemingly random gashes that Spawn inflicted as she danced around The Jackal’s attacks in a flurry of fire and chains. At the time, they looked unintentional, but all together, Draxum realizes they were anything but.

A grin spreads across his face to match Spawn’s. “Oh, you clever girl,” he marvels.

At the same moment, the smug grin on Big Mama’s face grows strained and brittle as she likely comes to the same realization Draxum did.

The chains of the kusari flow around Spawn of their own accord, like a snake coiling protectively over its nest. In a flash, the head lashes out at The Jackal, seemingly of its own accord. The brute bellows in pain as the flaming head of the weapon slams into the center of his chest. The acrid smell of burning hair and flesh reaches Draxum in the viewer’s box, but at the moment he can think of no sweeter scent.

The Jackal staggers back into the center of the arena as Spawn makes one final gash in the ground with the kusari’s chains. The circle completed, the carved lines quickly fill with the orange-gold light of the kusari and Spawn’s combined magic.

The pride in Draxum’s heart swells further as he recognizes the advanced bit of magic Spawn is implementing against her enemy.

“Firestorm!?” Big Mama exclaims in shock. “She knows a spell like that at her age!?”

“She shouldn’t,” Draxum asserts, still grinning. He certainly hasn’t taught her that spell. The fire spirit—the one Spawn has taken to calling Hanabi—is likely the culprit there. Draxum can’t find it in himself to be mad at it for teaching his general such a powerful spell before he deemed her ready for it.

The pillar of flame the spell creates fills the arena and reaches the ceiling, filling the whole room with incredible heat that Draxum can feel searing his fur even from the viewer’s box.

The Jackal howls in pain as the flames consume him, unable to dodge with his position in the circle’s center. When the spell runs its course, the arena’s dirt floor has turned to jagged crystals of blackened carbon, the ceiling glows an ominous shade of red from the heat, and The Jackal stands smoking and dazed in the center, fur burned off and body covered in angry red burns. He stays standing for all of three seconds before collapsing to the ground with a colossal crash. He doesn’t get up again.

At the circle’s edge, Spawn stands, swaying considerably, her right arm hanging limply at her side and covered in blood—much of it her own—and a plethora of cuts and bruises. And dirt. So much dirt.

Looking up to Draxum, Spawn flashes a tired smile that he returns with a proud nod of his head.

Meanwhile, Big Mama looks uncharacteristically off-kilter, staring in unmasked—for her, anyway—shock at her thoroughly defeated champion. However, she regains her composure rather quickly.

“Well, you’re pint-sized general certainly packs a wallop!” Big Mama giggles. “I would be glad to take her.”

Draxum’s heart stutters. “What…?”

“Hm? But isn’t that what you brought her to my Nexus for, Draxxy?” Big Mama asks, the picture of false innocence. “You can’t really be expecting me to part with my darling Lou for nothing. No, no. That won’t do at all.” Her eyes glow ominously as she turns to face Draxum directly. “But if you give me your prized subject, then maybe I’ll be more agreeable.”

It should be a no brainer. It should be. With Lou Jitsu in his possession, Draxum can finally build his army of unstoppable warriors, and his people will be protected from the coming calamity at last.

However, Big Mama is asking for a hefty price.

Draxum fights to keep his cool, scoffing irritably like Big Mama hadn’t just asked him to forfeit his soul. “But what good would an army be without its general?” He asks.

“True, true,” Big Mama relents, still grinning that wicked grin. “But then again…you can always make another. And why would you want to put a human at the head of your precious army anyway? I thought you found them disgusting and foolish.”

“I do,” Draxum says bluntly. Because it is true. Humans are fools. But…, “But Spawn is more than mere human, and thus her inherent value is greater. Besides. Spawn has not been raised by humans long enough to be inflected with their foolishness.”

“Is that so? Then who raised the girl, hm?”

He stands from his seat and looks Big Mama straight in the eye. “I did,” he declares. With that, he sweeps away from the spider yokai. “Good day, Big Mama. A pity I won’t be doing business with you.”

Draxum is out of the viewer’s box before Big Mama can even get a retort out, making his way down to the arena as Spawn limps over to him. Internally, Draxum winces as he catalogs Spawn’s injuries. Her arm is indeed broken, her stance is unsteady in a way that belies a possible concussion, there’s a cut somewhere in her hairline that is bleeding profusely, and she’s littered with cuts and bruises.

All in all, not as bad as it could have been, but worse than Spawn has ever been made to endure.

Without a word, Draxum gathers up his Spawn and he carries Spawn out of the underground arena and to a more private area of the Nexus Hotel. The whole way, the girl is eerily silent. Thankfully, she’s not unconscious. Given that Draxum is fairly certain that she has a concussion, sleep will have to be postponed until he’s sure his general is out of danger.

“I’m sorry, Baba.”

Draxum nearly stops dead at the quiet, fragile words the girl speaks. “What are you apologizing for, Spawn?”

“Big Mama didn’t let you see Mr. Jitsu because my fight wasn’t good enough,” she says.

“That’s not it at all, Spawn. Don’t make such foolish assumptions,” Draxum scolds.

The girl shrinks in on herself a little in his arms, and Draxum sighs.

“I told you that Big Mama is fond of altering the terms of agreements on a whim, and that’s exactly what happened,” he says. “Your performance was perfect.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Draxum confirms. “I would have preferred that you didn’t get so damaged, but such things can’t always be helped.” He chuckles. “Besides. Even if Big Mama once again denied me access to Lou Jitsu, your efforts today gave me something equally precious.”

“Really? What was it?”

At the memory of Big Mama’s uncharacteristic shock, Draxum can’t help his laugh. “You smashed Big Mama’s usual mask of smug confidence and I had a front row seat to it!” He cackles. “And I got the last word in our conversation!”

“Is that really so precious, Baba?”

“Seeing Big Mama on the back foot and getting the last word? Oh, absolutely.”

From there, the silence isn’t as heavy as Draxum warps them home. He may have lost his final chance to convince Big Mama to release Lou Jitsu to him—or even let Draxum have access to his DNA—but…well…Draxum has other options at his disposal.

Perhaps he should look into hiring some gargoyles after all. ———

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Hey, hey, @tmntbestsibscompetiton here! We don’t currently have a description for your entry into the competition yet! We do have a picture already though. You don’t have to send one in, but if you’d like to, just answer this, or tag us so we can make sure it’s ready for when the competition begins! Thank you so much for joining, and good luck.

"A human toddler gifted with the power of clairvoyance finds her way into the Hidden City and ends up in Draxum's care. The warring warrior alchemist intends to make her the general of his future army but unfortunately for Draxum, this girl is much more interested in being a good big sister to her little turtle brothers and intends to use her skills and powers to protect humans and yokai alike from the looming threat in her visions.

And then Lou Jitsu/Hamato Yoshi/Splinter takes her and her brothers in the subsequent divorce. So this '''human''' girl has to work hard to protect her family from the doom she foresees as the threads rapidly come together, converging at an inevitable, inescapable point. (And along the way, learns to share the burden her innate gift forces her to bear)"

(you can use one of these images too for the competition :) )

(Ref images under cut)

(Courtesy of @/randomrottmntscreenshots)

[shinymoonbraixen]

Hamato Mizuki! Lets gooooo!!!!! Yeah, also find her at https://rottmntsecondsiblingsau.blogspot.com/ but anyway, this is my new Rise of the TMNT OC! A lil info about her and then the AU:

Gender: Female

Species: Diamondback Terrapin

Age: 10

Color code: (dual!) Turquoise/White

Personality: cookie stealer 😒(ofc), cute, cheerful, a big pain, decieving, casual, annoying, cocky, sweet

Likes: Lou Jitsu(and Splints ofc), Draxum, sharp stuff, ice cream, the color blue

Dislikes: Nishamura, edgy, blood, cringe, batman (😲), dark

Spots VS Spikes

Weapon: Kusarikama

Favorite Sibling: Leo (the blue crew 😎)

Worst liked sibling: Nishamura (oldest/youngest sibling battles)

Favorite music: Right Here SWV (may or may not have just randomly insert)

Favorite game: Minecraft

Favorite food: Chicken

Hated foods: Spinach, honey (yeah Winnie the Pooh, I'm looking at you!), brocoli

Favorite show/cartoon: Peppa Pig(ofc), Jupiter Jim, Lou Jitsu

Fav JJ char: Atomic Lass (started off as a joke)

Worst liked show: Mrs. Cuddles, Winnie the Pooh (hey ya'lls, remember the times when,)

Believes that: Santa is real

ABOUT THE AU:

I know if you've seen ROTTMNT OCs before there are MANY little sister au's BUT, this one is different.

⚠SPOILERS

So basically this AU is a 'what if' the rottmnt had a little sister and an even BIGGER brother.

I also made Big Mama's Assistant's name Venus de Milo, for she is the unused season three bombshell!

BUT, if you did read the rise comic FAREWELL then you would remember that Splinter said that there are TWO missing siblings, so I made the second one Baron Yanagi(that op four yr that everyone needs).

-

First post on here! 🎊

[cheetoschildren]

WELCOME TO THE CHEETOVERSE!

Here, I have gathered all of my brain children (and a few grandchildren) into one place so you can ask them/talk to them about stuff!

**I AM WORKING ON CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE INCOMPLETE ONES. THE MOST FLESHED OUT CHARACTERS ALREADY HAVE ONE.**

--If I accidentally reblog something over here, just ignore it. I'll fix it eventually.--

-RULES-

-Send as many asks as you like! :D

-Roleplaying is OKAY and ENCOURAGED!!!

-Asking as your OC is okay!

-Roleplaying as characters from the fandoms they're from is okay!

-NSFW topics are NOT OKAY and WILL NOT BE ANSWERED

-Anon asks are turned off so that if you decide to be hateful, I can tell who it is. To distinguish your RP characters, if you have several, pick an emoji for each, and put it at the bottom of the ask! :D

-Please do not fight with each other :) it is stressful for me

-I don't have many reaction images of the characters themselves to use. I need to work on that and do expression practice with all of em lol. I'll substitute with other images.

-Don't harass! :D

-Rules will be added as needed~

Universes They Belong To

Mila - 2012TMNT/Tangled the Series

Diana - 2012TMNT/ROTTMNT

Abigail - ROTTMNT

Nova, Mirror Mirage - MLP

Selene, Vidette, Hunter, Charlotte, Harper - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Egg - TDAC

Ashlyn - Dwampyverse (specifically Milo Murphy's Law)

Mei, Nix - Invader Zim Sky, Star, Venus, Holly, Saturn - TSAMS

Character Ages

Mirror Mirage - older than Nova Nova - 320+, but has the intelligence of a young adult. Selene - 23 (Married) Diana - 23 (rottmnt), 14 (2012 TMNT) Vidette - 21 (Married) Mei - between 16 and 19 depending on the storyline (Married) Star - 17 Ashlyn - 16 Venus - 15 Abigail - 14 Mila - 12 Sky - 10 Holly - 9 Egg - 9 Saturn - Technically a few months old, but has the intelligence of an adult.

(Occasionally existing kids)

Vidette's kids: -Hunter - 8 (Born first) -Charlotte - 8 (Born Second) Selene's kid: -Harper - 6 Mei's kid: -Nix - baby or toddler

✨OCS/DESCRIPTIONS✨

🐈‍⬛ #Abigail (Rottmnt) Abby charater description

🛸 #Mei Membrane (Invader Zim) Mei character description

🐈 #Mila Hamato (TMNT2012/Tangled) Mila character description

-Moodboard

🦢 #Diana Leery (TMNT2012/ROTTMNT) Diana character description (WIP)

-Moodboard

🦋 #Nova Calamity (MLP G4/5) Nova character description

🪞 -Mirror Mirage (MLP G4/5) Mirror character description (WIP)

🌦️ #Cloudy Skies (Fnaf/Tsams) Sky character description

✨ -Star (Fnaf/Tsams)

🐊 -Venus (Fnaf/Tsams)

👻 #Holly/harvest moon (Tsams) Holly character description

🪐 #Saturn (Tsams) Saturn character description

💔 #Vidette (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) Vidette character description

🐇 -Egg (TDAC) ( )

🕰️-Ashlyn Chance (Milo Murphy's Law/P&F/H&G) Ashlyn Character Description (WIP)

[doctorqueue]

Masterpost :]!!!

Name: Queue/Que

Age: Young adult

Pronouns: She/her

Other: 🦋♾️ [Audhd’er my friends 😎]

Hi! My names Doctorqueue, but y’all can call me Que or Queue! I’m an illustrator (not professionally LOL), and have been drawing fanart pretty much my entire life. I have ocs too but I’m not sure if I’ll post them here or not~.

My most recent special interest has been Rottmnt/TMNT! (Go to Insta for The Bad Batch stuff :3). I have few au’s I’ve come up with, can’t promise I’ll make stuff for all of them I’ve set up tags n stuff for the one I’m most confident I’ll continue :).

My stuff:

#my art

#coloured - any of my art with colour

#my wips - I have a strong track record of abandoning these so beware lol 

#full render - my art that is fully lined and shaded 

#queueocs - my ocs eheh

#my refs - references, guides and tutorials I’ve made

#not charas nor turtles - all art that includes/is not things that aren’t my ocs or tmnt

#my other - not art stuff or references, can be of anything

#my fan fanart - Fanart of other people’s aus/designs/fanfictions/sonas/ocs etc

#Queue fanart - Any fanart people may make of any of my stuff! Whether it be aus, designs, sonas, ocs etc. (I don’t see it happening but if it does I won’t remember what I wanted the tag to be eheheh)

Au tag:

[Babysitters Turtle Club]

Main Tag: #TmntBSTCau

Fandom specific tags and more info about my au below cut!

Info about au!!

[Babysitters Turtle Club]

Summary: 

Takes place in the ‘87 Universe in 1997, 6yrs after the show is finished (may be inaccurate to canon! Haven’t finished ‘87 yet). Both the Rise boys and ‘12 Boys come from 2009 in their respective universes. The Rise and ‘12 Kids are together for about a week b4 they are found by the ‘87’ Turtles, that week actually being spent in the 2012 universe. Lil Donnie was nearly finished on a device to communicate with Rise Splinter, before he and the rest of the kids ended up in the 1987 world. ‘12 Splinter gets it to work and keeps in contact with Rise Splinter, they’re worried sick but seen as the Rise boys where sent straight to ‘12 Splinter they are hoping that something similar happened with both of their kids. I want them to not know what’s going on at first but I also don’t want this au to be too angsty, hence the Splinters being able to communicate pretty much straight away. 1 1/2 months in The Donnie’s have found a way to commincate with the other Splinters! though they can’t send the kids back until some science-y thing is stable, which will be in 2 months. The whole thing lasts about 3 1/2 months. I think the 2012 Kraang will be responsible, which is why little 12yr old Donnie could make a communication device to the rise universe so quickly but 1987 Donnie couldn’t.

Character info:

(1987 Boys)

‘Leonardo’ 26yrs old

‘Donatello’ 25yrs old (SLIGHTLY older)

‘Rapheal’ 25yrs old (SLIGHTLY younger)

‘Michelangelo’ 24yrs old

‘87 Brains&Brawn are twins in anything I draw them in btw

(2012 boys)

‘Leo’ 12yrs old (oldest)

‘Raph’ 12yrs old (second oldest)

‘Donnie’ 12yrs old (second youngest)

‘Mikey’ 12yrs old (youngest)

(Rise Boys)

‘Red’ 6yrs old

‘Blue’ 5yrs old

‘Purple’ 5yrs old

‘Orange’ 4yrs old

I thiiiink I’m leaning towards Leo being the older twin, but they wouldn’t find out until Donnie double checks their ages with ✨science✨ when they’re a little older. So it isn’t super relevant to this au.

Additional tags: #Papaphael (I have a soft spot for little Purple and Dad Rapheal, I’m p sure the ‘hc all ur fav characters as being autistic’ compulsion is def rubbing off on ‘87 Raph hsfsbjsbheb)

Fandom specific tags!!

#tmnt

#turtleverse

#turtle tots

#tmnt mm

#rottmnt

#tmnt 2019

#tmnt Bayverse

#tmnt 2k12 

#tmnt 2007

#tmnt 2003

#tmnt 1987

#rottmnt Apocalypse Future - All my Apocalypse timeline stuff 

Character tags

#leo

#mikey

#raph

#donnie

#Splinter

#April O’Neil

#Casey Jones

#Casey Jones Jr

#Cassandra Jones

#Irma

#Karai

#Lou Jitsu

#Hamato Yoshi

#Oroku Saki

#Big Mama

#Baron Draxum

#Senor Hueso

#Hueso Jr

#Shredder

#Krang

#Venus de milo

#Assistant - Big Mama’s assistant

#Mona Lisa

#Buffy Shellhammer

#Lotus Blossom

For me [scuffed reblog tagging system]

#03

#87

#12

#12 Future - Mutant Apocalypse timeline

#Mhem - Mutant Mayhem

#19 - Batman vs TMNT

#Bay - Bayverse

#07

#Fan Ver - A Character from a different Iteration applied to another that doesn’t canonically have them!

#Au

#Au Co - fan au crossover 

#Iter Co - official iteration crossover 

#Fan Iter - fan iteration 

#Future - Most future aus just go under this

#Pfuture - present future (F!turts in present timeline)

#Present

#Hooman

#Tots

#MScars - post-movie centered stuffs  

#Ndtorts - neurodivergent turtles, can just be psychoanalyzing stuffs it’s not actually only nd

#Save - would like to archive and see again 

#Nd - neurodivergent 

#MH - mental health 

#ref - reference for later

#reference - art/fandom references

#Fref - possible future references 

#Paint - paintings

#Ani - animations and animatics

#art - non-fandom art I like (may be fandom I’m not in)

#pro - speedpaints and art process stuff

Aesthetic n fashion stuff, based on my personal definitions/style mashups. except for decora that’s just itself completely.

#Strobe

#Warm

#Pastel

#Decora

#F Co - fandom crossover 

#Batch - TBB

#Ponies - MLP 

#Dragns - Httyd franchise

#Sek - Project Sekai

#Voca - Vocasynth (includes vocaloid)

#Spooders - Spiderverse

#Wars - Other Starwars (includes other Clones)

#StarB - Starbound

#Min - Minecraft

#Tribb - Star Trek

#Uber - Super4

#Leg - Lego

#Othr - anything else lol

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Last Song I Listened To: “Because I’m Awesome” by The Dollyrots. Heard it in Nimona and became obsessed with it and songs I am presently obsessed with get put on loop.

Currently Watching: My friend and I are watching Teen Titans together for our Friday watch parties :) It’s been fun to rewatch. I missed them.

Currently Reading Writing: I admittedly don’t read a lot unfortunately. I just don’t have the mental bandwidth for anything but fanfiction right now. But I am working on a couple projects:

“Change in Management,” my DPxDC fic (obviously. I’m still working on it, I promise. It’s just going slowly and my brain keeps latching onto other things)

A Mummies Alive! rewrite for fun (which I may post soon because I have no self control)

And an original story that I want to make a comic about! It’s a fantasy setting with an elemental magic system that I’m really proud of. I originally came up with the story in high school (it was one of baby’s first original projects), dropped it for a while, and now resurrecting it years later with a broader understanding of writing under my belt. Really, I’ve just taken the original main characters, deepened them, and have built a world around them. I’m working on fleshing out the narrative because I’ve got a very bare bones plot right now. So far, the main story follows Ame Nilfmoore, a Dark Transcendent (an in-universe term for a magic user who only uses a single element, which is pretty rare) and her search for her mother, who disappeared ten years ago along with an entire city of Transcendents following a mysterious calamity and now some kind of magic amalgam creatures are flooding in from the direction of where the city used to be, one of them bearing a dagger that used to belong to Ame’s mother.

A lengthy ROTTMNT OC piece about Milo Hamato because I love her.

Please ask me about them.

Current Obsessions: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles has fully rotted my brain. I’ve got stuff bouncing around for them too including a ficlet featuring a Donnie and Sam--from DP--friendship, a crossover with DC where April interns at the Daily Planet, and a lengthy OC piece featuring my beloved Milo.

Mummies Alive! is also grabbing me by the throat and is resurrecting my old Egyptology hyperfixation, which is fun. Will be sharing that eventually because while I know that the fandom is like...microscopic, I will paddle this boat myself if I have to.

My old Winx Club hyperfixation is returning too because I found a YouTube channel recently that made really good critiques and rewrites and it got me remembering just how much I adored that show as a kid.

Tags: I’m pretty introverted, so I’ll open this up to whoever wants to reblog this from me and answer the questions <3

Nine (or so) People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

I've been tagged twice in this game, so I should probably finally go ahead and do it. First by @drivingthesehillsaway like a week ago. Sorry I didn't reply sooner! I was in the middle of something and sent it to my drafts and then forgot about it. And I was tagged again today by @stealingyourbones. Both threads had a lot of replies, so I figured I'd just make a new chain.

Rules: Answer the 4 questions and tag 9 people you'd like to know better.

Last Song You Listened To:

It's a fantastic song. Everything by this artist is amazing and I cannot recommend him enough.

Currently Watching: I'm part of the way through a rewatch of Good Omens Season 2 because holy shit.

Currently Reading: Excluding fanfic, I'm most of the way through an audiobook of Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb. I took a break to watch Good Omens, though, but I think I can go back to it. A lot of exciting things are going down.

Current Obsession: Well, it should be pretty obvious that the main one is the DPxDC crossover fandom. But there's also Good Omens. And my hands are itching to pick up my crochet hook and finish the second panel of the blanket I'm making. It doesn't take much to rekindle my obsessions for Jane Austen, Newsies, and the Bandstand Musical, either.

And 9 people I'd like to know better! I'm gonna tag people I don't talk to very often (or ever) because this is who I want to know. (No pressure, though.) In no particular order, and this in no way encapsulates all of you:

@gremlin-bot, @addie-lover-of-stories, @sangotori, @sjrose1216, @vythika96, @thederpclub, @georgelight, @foxachu, @serasvictoria02

[rottmntrulesall]

For all the Hamato siblings: 🍓🎷🧸, and for Venus: 🎁 🏀🎵🎤(the last one is referring to when she's older and able to do hobbies, lol)

THANKIES!

🍓Favorite Fruit

Saki: Bitter Melon

Nori: Elderberry

Kenji: Honeydew

Yoshi/Lou Jitsu/Splinter: Lime

Hiroki: Blackberry

Hikari: Blueberry

Mei: Fig

🎷Instruments They Play or Listen To

Saki: Shakuhachi

Nori: Sanshin

Kenji: Shamisen

Yoshi/Lou Jitsu/Splinter: Tuba

Hiroki: Biwa

Hikari: Taiko

Mei: Koto

🧸Favorite Animal

Saki: Lions

Nori: Gorillas

Kenji: Dogs

Yoshi/Lou Jitsu/Splinter: Tigers

Hiroki: Red Pandas

Hikari: Frogs

Mei: Spiders

🎁Something They Really Want

Venus: All the toys in the world. For her and her brothers and sister

🏀Sports They Play Or Would If They Could

Venus: Gymnastics

🎵Song For Said OC

Venus: What Does The Fox Say?

🎤Favorite Hobbies

Venus: Making a scrapbook of her adventures with her family