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[cartoonhostage]

Forgot to post this lol

Thanks for adopting my many children @amevello-blue!

[cartoonhostage]

This is true!! This is how it happens!! This is the stuff that gives a writer actual motivation to work on a project, and it's a billion times more effective than pressure!

want your favorite author to update but don’t want to be too pushy in their comment section?

here’s 5 things you can do to encourage them:

Reblog their fic link on tumblr (bonus if it’s with tags)

Bookmark the fic with a note about what you’re excited about/love in the fic

Recommend the fic to your friends or local discord channel

Draw art or create other media for the fic (as indicated by the author’s comfort level)

Leave them a comment when re-reading about the parts of the chapter/story that stood out to you the second time

[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie Brown giving relationship advice

Stephanie: You should be with someone who will drag you outside at 3 AM to gaze at the stars.

Jason jotted this down on a small notepad.

Jason: Noted.

Stephanie walked away with a mischievous smile.

Later, at 3 AM…

Roy (screaming as he's dragged out of bed): GET OUT!

Jason: Come on, let’s do this together.

Roy: IT IS 3 IN THE MORNING!

Jason: Stop resisting! I’m doing this because I love you!

Roy: Stop! We’re not dating! What is wrong with you?!

Jason: It’s good advice! Quit clinging to the bed!

Roy: Get out of my room! How did you even get into my house?!

Jason: Not important! Just stop kicking!

Lian strolled past her father’s room with a glass of milk on her way back to her own room to sleep.

Roy: I swear to God, if you drag me outside to look at the damn sky, you’ll be removed from my life indefinitely.

Jason: Romantic talk won't deter me!

[kybercrystals94]

Banner by @blackseafoam | Event: @galactic-gift-gathering

This story was written for @nerdyduckrants and their prompt “Snow”…they wanted something with the Bad Batch and full of family fluff 🖤 Thank you for the fun prompt, and for being an amazing part of this fandom ☺️

Snow Day

Read here on Ao3!

Rated: G | Words: 1365

“Crosshair’s on my team!” Omega announces, latching herself to Crosshair’s arm as if one of their brothers might try to bodily snatch him away. 

Crosshair groans, and halfheartedly tries to shake her off, but Omega holds fast, grinning wildly from under her knitted hat. Her face is already turning pink from the cold because she refused to wear the matching scarf Hunter had tried to wrap around her. 

“Maybe I don’t want to be on your team,” Crosshair grumbles.

Omega snorts. “Liar.”

He is a liar, but he’ll never ever admit it out loud. Just like he’ll never admit that the fact that she chose him over either Wrecker or Hunter gives him a sickeningly, sticky warm feeling under his rib cage where his heart is. 

A year ago, Crosshair thought if he never saw snow again it would be too soon. And yet somehow, willingly, he is standing in the stuff halfway up to his knees, all because Omega has never had a proper “snow day.” Where Hunter managed to find all this cold weather gear on short notice is beyond him, but Omega’s weeklong dream of having a snowball fight with her brothers is coming to fruition.  

“I guess teams are decided then,” Hunter says with a grin, and nearly faceplants in the snow when Wrecker sidles up to him and slaps him on the back.

“Me and you, Hunt! We’ll show ‘em how it's done!” the giant crows.

Omega swings from Crosshair’s still captive arm. “No! We’ll show you, won’t we, Crosshair?”

“They won’t know what hit them,” Crosshair agrees, smirking. 

“Hey, no putting ice in your snowballs,” Hunter says sternly. 

Wrecker adds, “Or rocks.” 

“Why would someone do that?” Omega asks, aghast. 

“Because two someones figured out the accuracy of a snowball was increased with added weight,” Hunter says.

Wrecker coughs, “Crosshair. Tech.”

Omega laughs.

“Those someones were right,” Crosshair returns, “But three other someones were being tubies about it, even though they were literally wearing armor and it didn’t hurt them at all.”

“It was the principle!” Wrecker declares. 

“Well, we’re not wearing armor now,” Hunter says. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll teach Omega how to make boring, regular snowballs. Happy?” 

Hunter gives his youngest brother a look and changes the subject. “Alright, we have twenty minutes to prepare for the fight.” 

“Starting now!” Wrecker cries and dashes away. 

With an indignant noise of protest, Hunter takes off after his teammate, leaving Crosshair and Omega on their own. 

Omega looks up at Crosshair. “What do we do first?” 

“First,” Crosshair says, finally extracting his arm from Omega’s grip, “we need to create a base. Where we’ll keep all our ammunition.” 

“You mean our snowballs?” 

“Ammunition,” Crosshair reiterates, enunciating each syllable. “This is a battle. A battle we’re going to win.” 

Omega grins. “Okay. A place to keep our ammunition. Got it.” 

Crosshair surveys their surroundings, eyes moving across the blinding white blanket of snow. The landscape is a meadow with rolling hills, framed on the outskirts by evergreen trees. They can use this to their advantage if they play their cards right, putting their fortress at the crest of a hill so that they can have the high ground advantage when Hunter and Wrecker try to advance. While Hunter and Wrecker will use the same tactic, building their own base at the top of a hill, Wrecker will never be patient enough to wait for Crosshair and Omega to come to them.

Which will be his and Hunter’s ultimate downfall. 

“I’ll make the walls of our base,” Crosshair decides, starting to move in the direction of the highest hill. “You’ll focus on ammunition.” 

“Okay!” Omega chirps, following in the path Crosshair is clearing through the snow. 

When they make it to their destination, Crosshair points at the ground. “Use this snow to make the snowballs. I’m going to build four walls around you.” 

“But won’t we need to get out?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair smiles. “Not if I know our brothers.” 

Omega gasps when the realization hits. “They’ll come to us!” 

“Exactly.” Crosshair kneels down in the snow, scooping up a handful in his flesh hand and uses his prosthetic, sheathed in a glove, to begin forming a ball, demonstrating the technique to Omega. “I trust you can make a few hundred of these in fifteen minutes?” 

“A few hundred?” Omega gasps. 

“A thousand, that’d be better.” 

“That’s impossible!” 

“With that attitude it is,” Crosshair tells her. “Now stop whining and get to work!” 

Omega groans and crouches down to scoop up a handful of snow. Crosshair looks at the weapon in his head then tosses the snowball at her lightly, the soft, white orb bursting on the back of her head. 

“Hey!” Omega cries, twisting to glare up at him. 

“Target practice,” Crosshair says, shrugging

Omega throws the half formed ball in her hands at him, hitting his stomach with a mist of snow. 

Crosshair gasps, dusting himself off. “You’re wasting our ammo!” 

“You started it!” 

“I never said I was a good example, did I?” 

He is rewarded with an eye roll and a smile as Omega turns back to her task, scooping up handfuls of snow and balling them up. Crosshair begins forming the walls of their fortress, gathering up armfulls of snow from the sides of the hill and bringing them to the top, making piles that he then begins to pack down. 

“It feels like it’s been longer than twenty minutes,” Omega says, scraping up another handful of snow from her nearly depleted supply from within the fortress. 

Crosshair is finishing the fourth wall. “Oh, it has.” 

“Then where are they?” Omega asks, standing to look over the wall. 

“Waiting for us to come to them,” Crosshair says. 

“And we’re waiting for them to come to us?” 

“Exactly. But we’ve got something that they have in short supply.” Crosshair climbs over the wall and sits down next to her. “Patience.”

Omega laughs, then looks at her piles of snowballs. “Did I make enough?” 

“No, but it’ll have to do.” 

The girl sticks her tongue out at him. 

“Real mature,” Crosshair drawls. 

It is at that moment that a giant snowball sails overhead, obviously a product of Wrecker’s massive mitts. 

Crosshair grabs a snowball in each hand, and Omega does the same.

“Ready?” Crosshair asks. 

Omega nods, eyes bright and glinting with mischief. “Ready.” 

And the battle begins. 

***

“I feel cold all the way to my bones,” Omega says, her hands curled around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. 

Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you play in the snow for too long.” 

Crosshair ignores the dark memories trying to creep up, focusing his attention on the fact that Hunter thought to bring something warm and sweet to drink on the flight back to Pabu. During the war, it was usually watered down instant caf that greeted them when they returned to the Marauder, rationed out because they didn’t know when they’d be able to get more. 

“I like this stuff,” Wrecker announces, then tries to shake out the last drops of his hot chocolate into his mouth from his mug. 

Crosshair likes it too; however, maybe it's the residue of that sticky warm feeling in his chest, but he passes  over his mug to Wrecker to finish off. His brother smiles at him, broad and toothy, and happily accepts the silent gift. Crosshair’s mouth twitches up in a responding half smile. 

“That was so fun,” Omega sighs. “Can we do it again someday?” 

“Sure, kid,” Hunter says, reaching over to tousle Omega’s smushed up hair that is flat against her head from the hat she’d been wearing. 

“But we’re gonna switch up teams next time,” Wrecker grumbles.  

“No!” Omega cries, “Crosshair and I made the perfect team! That’s why we won!”

“But I’ve never gotten to be on Crosshair’s team,” Wrecker whines. “And my team was so lame.”

Hunter frowns. “I’m right here, Wreck.”

“I know,” Wrecker says. 

Crosshair smirks. “I’ll decide whose team I’m on.”

Omega wiggles her eyebrows at him and mouths, Mine, right?

Crosshair shrugs dismissively, even though the answer is yes. 

For that kid, the answer will always be yes. 

END

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[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Photo Op

Summary: The Bad Batch takes a family photo. (That's it. That's the story.) Rating: G (Word Count: 1056)

Read on Ao3

Notes: This takes place a little after season 3, but pre-epilogue. Tech's alive, of course, and this time he has been back home with his family for a while (I'm going against my own headcanons here and having them reunited earlier than I usually imagine, because fanfiction!). Echo has just come back to visit Pabu for the first time since Tantiss. I'm loosely basing this story off my own experiences with family photos 😂

                Omega burst through the front door of the cabin with a wide grin. “Echo’s here!” she announced excitedly as the ARC trooper followed her into the house.

                Hunter might have retired, but he couldn’t help but fall back into some of his sergeant habits as he stood up from his chair. “Alright, everyone,” he commanded, “into the living room for pictures.”

By the time he finished his announcement, Tech had already started setting up his datapad in the large-view cam configuration; but the others were somewhat slower to respond. Wrecker was pulling the bread out of the oven, Omega was talking non-stop with Echo filling him in on what had happened on Pabu since he’d been away, and Crosshair was nowhere to be seen.

                “Let’s go,” Hunter urged them, prompting Omega to stop chatting and guide Echo into the living room. “We all agreed to this…”

                “We did NOT all agree to this,” Crosshair said, moseying out of his room and across the living room.

                “Hey,” Hunter protested, “this is the first full squad photo…”

                “Family photo,” Tech interjected, glancing at Omega.

                “… Okay, family photo we’ve taken in a while. We’re long overdue.”

                Wrecker, having ensured all the food was ready to go, finally came into the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Can we hurry this up? I’m getting hungry.”

                Omega looked at her brothers with mild curiosity. “I’ve always wondered: why is it the rule that group pictures have to get done before dinner?”

                Tech, finalizing his preparations, was the one who answered. “Crosshair in particular hates taking pictures, so doing this before we eat is the most powerful incentive we have to convince Crosshair to cooperate, especially since it motivates Wrecker, too.”

                Echo, patiently waiting for the equipment to get set up, snorted. “It’s the ONLY incentive we have,” he corrected, before calling out, “Crosshair, get out of the kitchen. You know the rules. Let's get this over with.”

                Crosshair, scowling as Wrecker got up from the couch and dragged him away from the food on the stove, complained, “I might be more cooperative if Hunter didn’t make us sit there while he takes a hundred photos and goes through every single one to make sure they’re perfect.”

                Hunter, heading into the backyard to get Batcher, objected over his shoulder, “I don’t do that!”

                “Yes, you do,” everyone called after him with one accord.

                “It takes forever!” Crosshair continued.

                Tech gave him a flat look. “Yes, well, don’t scowl for the first fifty photos and it might go faster.”

                Crosshair instantly stretched his lips into a toothy smile that more closely approximated a grimace, making Omega giggle. “Perfect, Crosshair,” she joked, “stay just like that.”

                “Don’t stay just like that,” Echo interceded. “Anyone who looks at the photo will have nightmares.”

                “Good,” Crosshair nodded.

                “Aw, come on, Crosshair, don’t make this worse,” Wrecker pleaded. “I’m starving!”

                Crosshair faltered for a moment, but then doubled down.

                “The soup’s going to get cold,” Tech, eyes still glued to the datapad, observed dryly.

                Crosshair immediately fixed his face.

                Everyone except Tech was lined up on the couch and ready to go by the time Hunter came back in with Batcher. Tech directed the two of them into place and took one last look at the positioning and alignment before nodding and taking his own place at the end of the couch.

                “Ready, everyone, smile!”

                Ten minutes later, everyone was holding their breath as Hunter silently studied the most recent batch of photos. The other pictures hadn’t passed muster for various reasons: Omega was blinking, Omega’s eyes were open too wide, Wrecker was looking away, Tech was rolling his eyes while Crosshair’s mouth was open (he was complaining about the repeated flashes blinding him), Batcher was drooling, Hunter couldn’t be seen because Batcher moved her head, Crosshair needed to smile more, Crosshair needed to stop smiling, Echo needed to sit up straighter, Hunter adjusted his position at the wrong moment…

                “This is good,” Wrecker now whispered hopefully. “When he’s quiet this long, it’s a good thing.”

                “Well, Hunter? Are we done?” Omega asked.

                Hunter hummed noncommittally. “Hmmm… Everyone’s good here…”

                “Yessss!!!!”

                “… except, well… Batcher’s eyes are kind of closed…”

                “That does it, we’re done,” Crosshair announced, launching himself over the back of the couch and making his way toward the kitchen.

                “Crosshair!” Hunter protested, but Tech cut him off while Wrecker discreetly slid off the couch to follow his brother, with Omega following suit.

                “It’s okay, Hunter,” Tech said. “I can use one of the other stills of Batcher and slice it into this one.”

                “Have you been able to do that all this time?” Echo asked with no small amount of exasperation, obviously thinking back to his other experiences taking group pictures with Clone Force 99, especially during the Clone Wars.

                Tech shrugged. “I never mentioned it because Hunter has never liked the idea, not even back on Kamino when we were cadets.”

                “Altering photos is cheating,” Hunter said flatly. “Photos are meant to capture the moment.”

                “Problem is, you don’t like any of the moments we capture,” Echo retorted.

                “Precisely,” Tech agreed, ignoring Hunter’s glower. “In this case, Hunter, for the sake of familial harmony and reducing the chances of Crosshair going on a rampage, alterations will have to be acceptable. It’s that, or displaying a photo with Batcher’s eyes closed.”

                “I think we should use the one where Wrecker is laughing at Crosshair complaining, Hunter is shushing both of them, Echo is facepalming, and Tech is the only one still looking at the cam,” Omega interjected brightly, coming over to join the conversation with a full plate of food.

                “The same one where Batcher jumped up on you?” Echo asked.

                “Uh huh.”

                “That one is a very accurate depiction of our usual dynamics,” Tech observed.

                Hunter sighed heavily and shook his head in defeat, before eyeing Omega’s plate. “Did you leave any food for us?”

                “I did, but you’d better hurry because Wrecker might not.”

                “Crosshair! Stop hogging all the soup!” Wrecker’s voice sounded from the kitchen.

                “Or Crosshair,” she added.

                Hunter sighed yet again before joining Tech in heading toward the kitchen. As Echo made to follow, Omega grabbed his hand. “Welcome back, Echo,” she smiled at him. “I’m glad we got more pictures together.”

                Echo couldn’t help but grin. “Me too, kid.”

[cartoonhostage]

The TSISR crew are NOT beating the "we live in the worst timeline" allegations </3 Good luck to everyone in the @tmntaucompetition!

Transcript under the cut👇

(What's TSISR? Info for The Sky Is Still Red AU is in my pinned post!)

Donnie: An alternate universe competition? I knew it...

Leo: Woah, we were submitted?

Raph: Doesn't look like we qualified...

Mikey: Ohmigosh!

Raph: Fact we didn't get in makes me nervous. What if we-

Mikey: Oh, chill, our world can't be that bad

Sensei: Don't... Don't go in there.

[willow-salix]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!

To celebrate my boys (TAG) birthday I'm FINALLY launching season 3!

Here's the TAG line:

We last saw the Tracy family dealing with their biggest threat yet, a mysterious foe who lurks in the shadows, pulling strings and putting the whole world in danger.

Plans are being put into action, true allegiances are being formed, patience and resolve is being tested and the Tracy family is feeling the strain.

Secrets will out, world views will shift, the threats will keep piling up and the Tracy family will have their eyes opened in more ways than one.

Who's as excited as I am? This season has been a long time in the planning and I'm sooo happy to be finally sharing it with the world. I'm planning on publishing a chapter a week, but I'll be writing as I go and life happens, so we'll see how it goes lol.

Gods I'm so happy that I'm back writing these gorgeous people, I've missed my two idiots so much, I can't even describe it.

Chapter 1 is up and you can find it here ➡️

So, if you're new, welcome to the madness, and if you're returning, welcome back!

We hope you enjoy the ride.

[skybreakprimeonao3]

Brain: “force shenanigans toddler Obi-Wan being taken care of by the clones is cute.”

Brain: “force shenanigans tooka Obi-Wan being forcefully taken care of by the clones is amused.

Brain: “what if force shenanigans split Obi-Wan. One side is a toddler and one side is a tooka. Tooka runs from everything, toddler is a toddler. The only way to get General Kenobi back is by having the toddler pet the tooka.”

Me: “what the hell…”

[cartoonhostage]

This has been rotating in my brain for the past three hours, don’t mind me while I just-

April stirred, the loose rocks under the thin fabric separating her body from the cave floor poking uncomfortably. She managed to pry one eye open. She was lying in a row of survivors on the floor, in what was clearly some sort of makeshift medbay, if the bandages visible on every sleeping figure were any indication. She was dimly aware of bandages of her own, wrapped around her legs and one shoulder. The lights hanging from the cavern ceiling weren’t bright, but she felt as if they should be blinding, even though they didn’t even hurt her eyes.

She sat up. It was clear that no one was awake. Only the sounds of soft breathing and the low hum of the lights filled the silent room. She took slightly laboured breaths of her own, as she scanned the room. So many familiar faces, all nearly fatally injured, if they weren’t already dying or dead. She didn’t want to think about how many corpses were in this room. One thing was for certain, though, her brothers and nephew weren’t in here with her.

April brushed her warm blanket aside to stand on shaky legs. Nothing was broken, hopefully just scraped up or bruised. She was still wearing her combat boots, so she took care to maneuver through the unconscious crowd on light feet, until she made it past what appeared to be the threshold for the medbay, although it wasn’t like there were any doors, it was just a cave.

For a moment she just walked through a short corridor-like section of cavern that connected the medbay to whatever room was further ahead. They hadn’t had to come down here in years, and she probably had a head injury of some kind, she could be forgiven for not remembering-

The central power. That was what this next room held. Or what it was supposed to hold.

The air abandoned April’s lungs as the corridor opened into a massive chamber, with a hole in one side of the ceiling letting the stars shine through onto the massive statue in the middle of the room. The familiar body with enormous cables protruding from its chest and running into the ceiling, snaking across the floor. Three much smaller figures were propped up against his leg.

Raph’s leg.

April sprinted to the body’s side, no longer caring about the echoes her boots made against the stone floor.

“No, no, no…” she whispered. She ran her gloved hands up and down one part of Raph’s leg, unable to look away from the single closed eye on his frowning face, or the casing in his plastron that had been peeled away to make way for all of those hideous wires that looked like tendrils reaching inside to rip out his heart.

His- heart, his power generator, it couldn’t- April looked down at Leo’s slumbering body, Mikey and Casey nestled in his arms. All three of them had dark tear tracks staining their faces. She looked up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, that were now clearly connected to one of the cables. Some of the cables, the ones that spilled onto the cold stone floor, were connected to glowing violet consoles on one side of the chamber.

The pieces clicked together one by one, horrible thought after horrible thought. Some of them probably weren’t even close to what actually happened, but it wasn’t like she could rule them out either. Tears bit at the corners of her eyes. The metal of Raph’s body was freezing cold.

Was he still in there? Was he just sleeping while the generator kept the security system and defenses alive? Or was he… really gone? For good this time? No more coming back? She didn’t want to accept that as a possibility, but she couldn’t accept anything as hard fact until someone woke up to tell her what had actually happened, so all she had was possibilities.

April kicked the side of Raph’s leg, hard. A loud clang echoed through the chamber, and needles of pain shot through her shins. She didn’t care.

“We just got you back, you… you big, dumb idiot,” she seethed through clenched teeth. There was no anger in her mind, though, only confusion, fear, and sorrow.

“If you’re still in there, Raph, please…” she choked. “Let me say goodbye this time.”

And if he wasn’t, if he was already gone…

Had she seriously missed it again? She and Casey had made it to Donnie’s side literal seconds too late, how long had she been unconscious in that medbay? She looked down at Casey’s face, his expression anguished even in sleep. If Raph was really gone, she hoped that at least he had gotten to be there this time.

April clenched her fists at her side. She’d said her fair share of goodbyes to people letting out their final shaky breaths on a medical bed, or choking out their last words on the battlefield, but these deaths were different. Donnie was her brother, dammit! She couldn’t let herself believe she’d missed Raph leaving too, not without confirmation.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d started to sob quietly, hiccuping every twenty seconds or so. It wasn’t fair, she couldn’t just keep finding her brothers’ lifeless bodies without having been there for their last moments, it wasn’t fair. Mikey and Leo and Casey wouldn’t let her go through that again, they knew how bad it had fucked her up, especially Casey.

April kicked off her boots, ignoring the loud clangs they made as they hit Raph’s remaining hand, outstretched on the floor. She crouched down and nestled herself right next to her turtle brothers, a tear rolling from her cheek onto Leo’s cold metal arm. She closed her eyes, but could still practically see the silvery strands of Mikey’s hair that were tickling at her nose.

Answers would come in the morning, whether she wanted them or not. She trusted her brothers. She trusted Raph.

Even still, one horrible thought rang out louder than all of the rest, one she hated, but one that kept repeating itself, over, and over, and over.

“And then there were two.”

Yes I’m normal about this comic why do you ask @somerandomdudelmao

Part 6!

Everything is falling apart.

First of all, I'm sorry. Second - we're only one part away from the beginning of comfort and I'm slowly going crazy here haha

Part 1

[fullbattleregalia]

As promised, I present the chaotic Trilla & Anakin time-travel fix-it with a side serving of tiny!Cal kidnapping that only I was asking for:

Explosions Solve Most Problems

By AgentMalkere

Summary: Two only kind-of-maybe-reformed sith are not who anyone would pick to save the galaxy. Too bad, Second Sister and Darth Vader Trilla Suduri and Anakin Skywalker are what they're getting.

[gothamite-rambler]

Bane grabbed Batman, but instead of breaking his back he tossed him like a rag doll.

Batman: Someone stupid get in my way!

Red Hood: What?

Red Hood had no time to react as Batman crashed into him like a boulder and the two landed with a thud. They were conscious and bruised.

Red Hood: A man in a leather Batsuit... Slamming into you hurts way more then I expected

Spoiler (sarcastically): Aww, he used his body as a human shield.

Red Hood (angry): Shut the fuck up!

Batman: This could've been avoided-

Red Hood: You shut the fuck up too!

[kartaylirnaak]

The Lingerie Approval Board Sneak Peak

Another little sneak peak from the final chapter of The Lingerie Approval Board (NSFW).

—

Barlex: What is he doing anyway?

Gearshift: Finding one of his hacked datapads

Oddball: That Cody has absolutely no knowledge of

Cody: I’m not here

Gregor: Excellent plausible deniability sir

—

More 212th shenanigans when the last chapter is uploaded to AO3 here.

[cartoonhostage]

Vote for ATIME!!!

(Sorry I took so long to reblog this lmao, drawing was NOT working with me)

Round One, Part One!

Monster Inside the Man by @keepsdrifting

A Tear in my Eye by @cartoonhostage

[wildsaltair]

if ever there was a man who was hurt-comfort-writing-inspiration personified, it’s Maximus

[seven-oomen]

The Negotiator and the docking bay around it are silent around this time. Only a skeleton crew of guards remains for the next hour or so. When the night shift is replaced by the day shift. Getting on board is easy, getting into Prime’s ship isn’t hard either. Figuring out how to get the electronics working again is an entirely different matter.

“This thing is deader than a Triton moon…” Rex mutters as he presses the controls at random. Nothing lights up. Nothing makes a sound.

“Did you turn it on?”

“Vod, I am trying that. It’s not working.”

“Maybe you’re pressing it the wrong way.”

He’s not. The reason it’s not working is because they popped the ship with a localized EMP when they hauled Prime’s ship in. But it’s funny to watch Rex struggle for a minute.

[cartoonhostage]

INTRODUCING TO TUMBLR FOR THE FIRST TIME:

Master Leonardo brings Casey Jones Jr back in time as planned, but what do they do when they don't go quite as far back as they wanted? More info under the cut.

Meet The Sky Is Still Red! This has been my favourite AU for a long time now. There's already three chapters written, but my lack of an outline has kept me from publishing it confidently. I plan to start uploading chapters to my AO3 very soon.

Future Leo (who will be named Sensei in this AU) and Casey find themselves in the year 2022, two years after the beginning of the Krang war, rendering it impossible to prevent the apocalypse from happening as it's already started. The young adult turtles will learn to cope with the knowledge of their future and fight to keep it from happening, to hold onto hope when it feels as if humanity's fate is already sealed. Recovery is a bumpy road, but they have to cling to their faith that one day they will be better, and they will lead Earth to a better future.

This AU was partially inspired by the Hansel AU by @mobiitez, in which future Leo and Casey go too far back in time to meet baby versions of the turtles. I thought why not fuck up the time gateway in the other direction? and TSISR was born. I'm so excited to share this, it's my proudest work.

Edit: The first chapter is now posted to my AO3 and linked in my pinned post!