#tmnt bradford

[chaos-potat]

Childhood Dreams: Lost... (part 2/6)

(tw: Mentions of alcohol)

Tim sat anxiously as they slowed, he tried fiddling with his phone in his back pocket, trying to get to it to maybe send a message to Donnie or Raph for help. Xever noticed his shifting as they stopped at the side of an old warehouse, and he yanked the phone from Tim’s pocket, dropping it to the ground before stomping on it with his clunky mechanical legs. The color drained from Tim’s face as he saw the phone shatter so fast in front of his eyes. It would be a lot to fix that. Hopefully the memory card was okay at least—he’d hate to lose those pictures. Bradford dug through Tim’s bag, tossing items aside as if they were trash to him. Tim watched as his trinkets fell to the ground—all his erasers and pencils, his books and paper. 

Xever snapped at Bradford. “Hey, get him inside, we’re all set up.”

“Hang on,” Bradford mumbled. “I know I heard bottles in here.” He grinned and pulled out the case of beer. Three bottles sat inside.

Xever poked his head in and looked at Tim with skepticism. “You do not look like a drinker at all. Where did you even get these?”

Tim stiffened and turned his head away. “Of course they’re mine.” He grimaced. Why was he trying to cover for his mom? He didn’t have to, but it was his instinct—if he got in trouble, they didn’t have to go through it.

Bradford opened the bottle easily with the claw on his thumb. “Sure, kid, I don’t care, I’m just relieved to finally have anything right now.” He sniffed the bottle, and his smile grew before he downed it in one gulp.

Xever stared at Tim, almost seeming annoyed at the lie. He opened a bottle and stared at it. “Then you wouldn’t have a problem with drinking it?”

Bradford bared his teeth in a snarl. “We’re not sharing with him, it doesn’t matter if he’s–”

Xever snapped at him, clearly tired of him for reasons besides right now. “Just let me do this, he’s a bad liar and I’m calling him out.”

Xever shoved the bottle to Tim’s stomach as if he would be able to take it with his hands tied behind his back. Tim stared at the bottle and shifted away from it uncomfortably. He didn’t want to drink it at all, but even now he was still trying to cover up for his mom. The fish glared at him and shoved it in his face. Tim turned and shifted further from it, trying to lean away from it but he had nowhere to go. His discomfort toward alcohol made his mind run wild—he didn’t want to even try a sip, he didn’t want to like it, he was scared of becoming his mother. Bradford watched with bored annoyance and stepped forward, lifting Tim up by the ropes. Xever almost dropped the bottle as Tim was moved from him, and he hissed as a bit of the beer splashed from the bottle.

“I was–”

“Shut up, Fishface,” Bradford grumbled as he walked into the warehouse with Tim. He glared ahead as he walked with Tim at shoulder level.

Tim snapped out of his daze as he realized he was being carried away. He looked down. He had never imagined he’d be held again.Timothy looked around the warehouse, it was filled neatly with crates of varying sizes, most large enough to carry several people. Along with the crates were people with black clothes covering them from head to toe, a red bandana around their heads with a foot stamped in the center, their movements seemed robotic as they carried crates and rearranged them. He looked at Bradford with worry, but he continued glaring ahead before glancing at him for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

“What are you staring at?” he snapped with a growl. His hand tightened around the rope.

Tim jumped and looked at the ground nervously, curling down slightly. “N-nothing.” His lips forced themselves into a frown as he stared down and his eyes stung. He was thinking about his phone. He was supposed to message Zach about their birthday coming up. He was supposed to message Casey to see how his trip was. He was supposed to tell Donnie about what was… “No…. I shouldn’t worry him, I can deal with it by myself, I shouldn’t have called him.” He was snapped from his thoughts as he heard Bradford mumble.

“I know you’ve never had a drink in your life, but you still stole those bottles, so you had to have been thinking of it.” Bradford tried to look nonchalant, like he wasn’t even talking to Tim. “Don’t do it, kid, that stuff ruins lives.” Bradford looked down at the empty bottle in his hand, he looked almost regretful, his hand gripped it before chucking it behind a crate. He heard it tap around as it bounced but never shattered.

Tim hadn’t been thinking of anything at all when he took the bottles. He just wanted his mom to stop, to just stop, but he couldn’t deny he had been curious about it. She seemed so carefree sometimes… but she was the last person he wanted to take advice from.

“I–I really wasn’t–”

Xever walked in and Bradford huffed before tossing Tim into a metal folding chair. Tim wobbled, trying to stay steady before Bradford slammed his hand into the chair to stop it from moving. He snarled at Tim, “I don’t care, shut up, kid.” He changed up so quickly as soon as Xever had come in.

Bradford tied him to the chair. “It won’t even matter in the end anyway,” he mumbled under his breath.

Tim gulped as a nervous sweat rolled down his head. He couldn’t deny he was curious about how becoming a mutant felt. What would it do to him? Was it going to free him, or trap him…?

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Sorry for the delay, once I can make an ao3 I'll put the whole thing on there, I'm trying to get as much on Tumblr before that happens though. I did figure that writing this wouldn't be as popular as comic making, but it doesn't matter to me, I just want to finish the story and I'm too tired to make comics. Maybe I can make some parts into comics though, there are a couple bits I really like that happen later on.

[xxmiracle]

The Siren's Lotus (Leonardo x OC)

Prologue: Bradford's new friend (Unedited)

Ever since she was young she was taught to be a good fighter as she trained under her clan but as her father’s daughter she was taught to always cover her face and as the eldest daughter she must bear all the responsibilities of its legacy. It’s what she lived for all her life and it is what drives her to this day, wishing one day her father will see her worth as his oldest daughter. 

She sat near her father Oroku Saki, the Shredder. Outside the room where she sat she heard the quiet movement in the dark room of the other foot clans ninjas combat against Bradford. She imagines him standing there in the middle of it as they all surround him as he awaits their move. How one would strike him with their weapon only for him to catch  it in between his hand to throw him on the ground, as another came to strike him missing logging their weapon into the floor only for another to attack him from his back but that didn’t stop him. Punching him from behind, he pushed the ninja back enough to lay another punch and kick, knocking him off. Another ninja struggled to get their weapon free seeing he’s the last one but as he did so Bradford forced his weapon away and kicked to the floor before he could make a move. 

Standing in the middle once again but this time he’s the last standing. 

Standing she opened the sliding doors of the room revealing another person there with her father facing away from them to the window of the night. Seeing his appearance Bradfrod faced him bowing acknowledging his master. Knowing of this conversation, Shredder wants to know his training isn’t wasted and it all being useful as he informs his master that he settled an army of foot clan ninjas awaiting his orders. “Excellent.” Shredder said. “Cause I discovered an old enemy in New york.” The afro-latino man standing there with their master threw a photo to him. 

“Hamato Yoshi.” This surprised both Bradford and herself, always believing him to be dead from Shredder's mouth. “He’s training ninja’s of his own. Finally I will finish what I started all those years ago. I want them all wiped out!” He spoke with hatred in his voice she could almost flinch. Bradford bowed his head to Shredder. “I will not fail you master Shredder.” 

“I know.” Shredder responded. “But to be certain you will work alongside Xever.” The afro-latino walked in front to the other side of the door flipping a knife in his hands. “And she will continue serving alongside you until I deem fit.” He said obviously referring to her as the only ‘she’ in this room. 

Bradford stood up pointing a finger at Xever leaning against the wall as the man held a smirk. “I don’t need any help! Especially from this street rat!”  Xever held a sly grin on his face. “Are you sure rich boy?” He said it knowing it’ll set him off and like he wanted Bradford got into his face. She stood up ready to get in between both men but Shredder's blaring voice stopped them. “I am not interested in your Petty Rivalry!” He continued speaking of why Xever was needed, he was familiar with the dark undersetting of the city he forced it upon Bradford that ‘He’ will work together. 

Deciding it was time she stepped in front cutting into the two men. “Don’t worry Master Shredder, we will find Splinter and his disciples and destroy them.” She assured him by bowing down. Bradford let out scoff before leaving as Xever let out a breathy laugh mocking him. 

As Xever and the other foot ninja’s left too she was on her way out too before Shredder called her name. “Yes, Shredder.” She turned to face him. His back once again faced her. “Do not fail me, daughter.” His voice was low and raspy, warning her. “If you do, there will be consequences.” Her brows furrowed though he couldn't see, she understood what he meant and what he’ll do but there were various that she did not know what he’ll do. 

“I won’t fail you, father.” Is all she said before leaving.  

As per their orders she was forced to work with the two men and they bickered and couldn’t get along. The only way the two didn’t bicker is if they spoke between her, giving them the warning she will make their asses hell if they didn’t get along as long as in her presence and out on their missions. To save her from a headache they did what she said beside the small bickering that she found a bit amusing. 

Sparring with Bradford her body burned with the amount of movement and punching and being punched and thrown from. Going forward for a punch he continuously dogged her attacks one of her punches his hand grabbed her wrist throwing her over his shoulder. “You're too eager.” He warned. She groaned, turning her body towards him. “I know.” Throwing one kick towards his crotch he was one second too late as stinging pain struck him making him bend over covering his crotch. “You..Play dirty.”

“I know.” She said getting up grabbing a towel whistling to him to catch it then getting one for herself. 

“You’ve been learning to become Ninja these past few years. I believe you should’ve learned by now.” He said out of the blue. “I know, but I prefer what I was raised with.” He grunted in response. 

Perhaps he was right but she was in no mood right now to talk about how she must be a ninja. The martial art has nothing wrong that she finds it’s just something she’s not interested in. Especially when it’s forced upon her. The martial art of being in the shadows awaiting an attack. Perhaps she was arrogant in her strength but she liked the history and fighting style of being a samurai more. It was more comfortable for her, mayhaps. 

Alerted back to a small sound from her phone she opened it to find a notification from a social media website both her and Bradford share, well it’s mostly him who manages it. He just pressures her to post photos as well mostly because of how much he gets messages from girls and posting her will give the impression online he’s taken and he won’t be bothered. She only agreed as long as he doesn’t post her face too much and he gives her money so she could treat herself to food. 

Looking through the notifications she saw a faceless profile send a friend request to Bradford. The name was oddly familiar to those ninja turtles they fought in that alley a few nights ago, without thinking much though she accepted the friend request. Bradford always did for some reason, well it was more her accepting random profiles just because. For that she blames herself  for needing a fake girlfriend to show off but if he kept more to himself he wouldn't have that issue. 

Throwing the phone to the softest surface she leaned against the doorway of the room Bradford was stretching in. “Oh by the way you got a new friend.” Is all she said before walking away.

“What!” He almost shouted. “What Friend?! Come Back, What Friend?!” 

~~~~

Few nights later that day after an exhausting day of more training she decided to spend the evening cooking perhaps for herself if Bradford doesn’t come on time like he said would but she knows he doesn’t. Taking out the leftover tamales she had in the fridge she placed them in the fridge for a good fifteen seconds while she heated the pan with corn oil. Placing the tamale on the pan the oil splashed a little making her wince a bit from the sparks of pain it would cause on her from the oil but continued frying the tamale till it had a nice crisp outer. Plating it with crema and the refried beans she had warmed up today she was almost ready to sit down to eat before the opening of the door revealing Bradford and his guest. 

One of the ninja turtles is behind him. It wasn’t the smarter ones, it was the more gullible of the four, the orange turtle. “Woah! Bradford this is where you live!” The turtle looked around the condo with curious eyes. It was kinda cute. 

The young turtle dashed forward. “Sup dudette, Names Michelangelo!” He introduced himself, The orange masked turtle was almost flamboyant in the way he introduced himself and very extroverted it caught her off guard. It was very different from Bradfords and her personality. “Nice to meet you michelangelo.” She shook his hand as Michelangelo shook it a bit more enthusiastically with both hands staring at her amazed. “Wait! You live with Chris Bradford?” He pointed at the man next to him, she nodded yes. “Sooo, are you his girlfriend?” His arms crossed pointing at both of them. 

Bradford looked almost awkwardly at her before clearing his throat thinking of a lie to tell mickey. “She’s just here to stay for a bit as her agency readies her apartment.” He said while it was true why she was in the city, he lied about why she was here in the condo when she obviously had the freedom to go to other places. She nodded at Bradfords reasoning. “He’s just a friend that’s generous enough to let me stay for a few nights while my boyfriend is away. Now are you hungry?” 

Mikey grinned. “Heck Yeah, Dudette!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Pizza!” Following her to the kitchen the aroma of the food she was previously frying up filled the room. She had apologized to Mikey for not have pizza but tamales, something he never had but she encouraged him to try explaining everything he was being given.

Placing the plate down in front of him, he stuffed it in his face without a warning, seemingly he was the opposite of a picky eater. “Dude, this is soo good!” He complimented sparkles in his eyes. “Oh sorry, Dudette.” He fixed his way of calling her realizing she’s a girl. “Uh What is this again?” He asked, now being curious at what he’s eating when he’s almost finished.  

At the corner of her eye she watched Bradford stand not so far leaving it all upon her. “It’s corn tamales, They’re mostly called Tamales de maiz where I’m from. I usually like it fried up with a side of refried beans and crema.” She offered Michelangelo more to which he eagerly agreed and she was happy to offer him more. 

“As I clean, Bradford could give you a tour of the condo while you're here.” She suggested eyeing Bradford motioning for him to do it, and seemed like he would do it with a bit of complaining to which she gave a silent glare at him for. “Hanging out with Chris Bradford!” Mikey exclaimed excitedly, bouncing off his seat towards where Bradford was walking, probably talking and basking in the presence of a person he admires. 

Later after the young turtle left Bradford confronted her. “What Was That?! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?!” She looked almost offended. He would even assume that. “That kid clearly adores you, take advantage of his admiration and you’ll have the turtles like my father wanted.” She explained. Bradford furrowed brows in anger softened at her explanation. It was smart, this way they had an easy target through Mikey despite how cruel it’ll be. It was the way to fool one to get all of them. 

He backed off but pretended to be irritated pointing a finger at her. “Next time you consult me first before you do this.” She waved it off with a small ‘sure’ walking in the opposite direction. Taking a stop before her next step she turned to Bradford. “Just pretend for a little longer, ask him of himself or his family. Or leave the lying to me.” 

Walking into the halls she passed by Xever nodding acknowledging him. “You’ve done well, muneca” She turned to Xever hearing his voice surprised a little of the name he had called her by. “Deception, good choice.” He smirked her way. She nodded, turning her whole body his way. “¿Cómo te ha ido?” She asked him interlining her hands behind her back. “Bein.” He responded by messing with that knife as always. She didn’t see him much but every time she’s seen him now he’s always with that knife. 

“You like the knife?” He asked but as she went to speak he threw it to her, having her quickly catch it. He walked past the confused girl holding the knife. “Think of it as a congratulation gift with the new agency.” Now she was more confused, as much as she knew the only people that knew about the agency were Bradford and her father unless he overheard conversations which he looks like the person to do. Sighing she stared at the butterfly knife in her hand taking it with her to her room. 

~

Dressing in more formal clothing she met with someone from the agency providing her an apartment since she’ll be staying in New York mostly instead of being in high demand shows and having to travel a lot. Her father wanted her to stay focused on Ninja work and his vengeance rather than being a mercenary, while it is most time a toxic job to have from always being the idea of perfection it was good for her to stay away from her father, only visiting throughout the years for her sister. 

She listened as the business woman showed her a tour of the house, it had a lot of space for an apartment and while it didn’t have anything Japanese like she grew up with she was pleased with how beautiful it is. Though she had many other options her father had, her sister chose this specific one because it was some distance from the mansion, giving her the reason”You deserve some space from father”. She could almost laugh about it now. 

At the end of the tour, the older lady concluded it all. “It’s so nice Mr. Oroku is volunteering to pay for his daughter, not many fathers these days can do that.” She said, smiling at the young woman. She tried to smile back. “Yes, he does like to spoil me as much. I refuse, he still pushes.” It was all a lie, he did it to have some control over her. He always wanted control, especially over her but yet he also wanted space. 

But she’s nineteen now so he doesn’t have as much control anymore. Where he doesn’t expect her to be is where she’ll be. If she was being honest she was a bit afraid to rebel against her father so she decided with her own money she’d get a second apartment. It wasn’t bad either despite the neighborhood wasn’t considered a good place to live and it didn’t seem like the place a person like her would move but she had memories around there so it held a soft spot in her heart. 

Returning back to the condo she could feel a familiar presence around the corner. Placing her mask on she could already tell who it was. “Michelangelo, you're free to come out. It’s just me.” As she said that Mikey came out of hiding in the corner looking embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a cute little kid who thought he had done something wrong. “Sorry, Miss.”She gave him a small smile. “If you're looking for Bradford he’s not here yet, so you’ll unfortunately have to hang out with me for a bit.” 

“You're cool, miss, Michelangelo, will you keep you company..” He gave a big grin and a thumbs up. She let out a laugh. “Glad you think that.” Inside she placed all things down, motioning Mikey to come inside. “I have something to show you I think you will like.” She told him to which he followed with confused eyes. Opening the sliding doors she allowed him to enter then herself closing the doors behind her, in the room it was a bit empty aside from old ninja weapons Bradford collected and a few of her canvas paintings that were kept in there. 

“Whoa, cool look at that Katana?” He looked amazed at the old katana getting closer to the old weapon. “That looks old," he looked over the weapon, touching it across the designs. From where she sat on the desk in the room she looked over at Mikey admiring the katana. “It’s over four hundred years old.” She informed him of the weapon. “So, Mikey, do you have any family members who are skilled in ninjutsu? From the way you sparred with Chris the other day you look experienced.” 

Mikey turned to her and took the katana out of the saya. “Listen miss, there are some things I need to keep secret.” She understood that and he’s smart for thinking that, but even so he was still an easy target to manipulate. “If you're gonna be here more often I’m gonna have to know more about you.” She got up from where she sat and walked towards the turtle grabbing his hand to take the katana he’s been flinging around. “We’re friends aren’t we?” She asked in an almost genuine way. 

“You're right.” Mikey smiled. “We are friends and friends tell secrets. But where do I start?” He looked down in thought like he was thinking of what the next answer of an equation is. “For starters, do you have any siblings? I have a sister myself.” 

“I do have three older brothers but they don’t understand me.” He said pouting at the mention of his brothers. “Really? How so?” She sat over the couch that was in her, scooting over patting for him to sit as well. When he sat down he slouched. “They’re good dudes but they don’t respect me, anything I do they’re yelling at me though it’s because of something I did but that's besides the point.” He ranted. 

“As an older sister the only times I yelled at my sister was out of concern and care for her. I’m sure it’s the same for your brothers.” 

“Maybe so but they’re still mean.” He pouted. His hide popped up more, lighting up an idea in his head. “Miss how about I be your brother instead!” She looked somewhat surprised at his words. “Why would you want that?” She asked him, bewildered by his suggestion. “Uh- I can protect you!” He stood in that same pose Bradford poses for his billboard. Smiling at the young turtle she got up patting him as she walked past him. “Bradford will be here soon, I'll give you boys some pizza while you guys have your playdate.” 

[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

Hey how are you doing could I request the tmnt 2012 turtles react to their older sibling secretly dating one of shredder henchmen (tiger crawl, fishface, rahzar,etc )?

Bad boys, huh?

Hi! Took me a while, but here it is. Happy 2025, by the way! Time is passing so fast, one day it's October 2024 and next thing you know you're in January already. I'm excited to see what this year has in stock and here's your request :)

Leo

Leo is silent

He wants to scold you for falling for the enemy, buuut...

He sort of gets it

He definitely learned from his mistakes big time though (Especially since he found out it was his sister and all, like that's probably one of his biggest regrets)

Will have a more gentle approach and try to steer you off of it

He's definitely going to discuss some boundaries with you, about what you can and can't to for safety reasons (yours and theirs)

Overall, he would try to be civil about it

He might even be able to have a normal conversation with your evil boyfriend, given the right circumstances

He worries about you, though

A lot

Raph

"Oh no you're not"

He will be very protective of you

Will give you a curfew and you'll be home straight after school or work, or he will come get you

He will find your evil boyfriend himself and give him a beat down (which is a little optimistic in some cases, but he will try atleast)

You're not even allowed to mention your relationship

He does not want to hear about it

When you're together with them for longer, he might turn a blind eye to some things, but he will still pretend the relationship is not there

For the first few months after knowing, he won't sleep until you're home

He will be standing in the door opening, tapping his foot like a pissed mother waiting for her child

Donut

Doesn't believe you at first

When you manage to convince him, he will definitely believe your evil boyfriend is trying to trick you (this guy believes he's smarter than everyone, and you'd be stupid enough to fall for that)

He will get dirt on your evil boyfriend and blackmail him, just in case

Overall he's not the most involved

He sees Leo trying to steer you off the idea on one side, Raph trying to control the whole thing on the other and Don just feels like it's not really his business

He's the most likely to listen to you without judgement or trying to push his believes on you

And will even joke about it with you

"So you like bad boys, huh?"

Mikey

"WHO?!"

He's absolutely shocked

He will make smalltalk about you while fighting your evil boyfriend

"Have you bought her flowers? She looooves chrysanthemum, yo!"

Obviously is the most likely to try and befriend any of them, even if it's Rahzar

He will make a drawing of you and your evil boyfriend getting married with laserguns and fire everywhere

He's told by the others not to encourage it, but he just loves love

He just wants you to get married and have 7 evil children so he can be the cool uncle

[cupcakeslushie]

Big congrats to @thedawningofthehour for completing your second massive book in The Dawning of the Hour series!!! This is a scene from Chapter 39 of Third From the Son, and I could scream about more, but Im scared to say any spoilers from the very last chapter! THAT ENDING!!!!

I can’t wait for book three, but for now Fai, take you a well deserved break!✨

Also very very very belated birthday!

[idiot-mushroom]

my own au has captivated me

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

[At Murakami’s restaurant]

Bradford: Michelangelo? You work here?

Mikey: Bradford? You eat here?

[awzominator]

Day 24: Fav villain

Here’s a Rahzar doodle Bc sadly I do enjoy how down right vile this loser is. Bro has an ego bigger than the moon and beef w a fifteen year old that whoops his ass on the daily. Also I just love that Mikey’s villain is so haunting and blood thirsty in comparison to his happy and goofy personality. Yet Mikey’s skills in my opinion exceeds Rahzar’s which def adds salt to the wound for sure. Bradford’s downward spiral throughout the course of the show is so fun to watch. Rahzar’s design is so fun like dayum his skin/fur is falling off while bones are visable and he’s no longer a hulking wall of muscle but a lanky impression of what he once was. His ugly personality rotting him inside and out. Dude literally double mutates into a walking decaying corpse of a dog. Following in his masters foot steps w his obsession issues but w the flair of unattractive ego.

[haro0o]

Prompt: First impression

For @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp

Also With the gang

Tigerclaw did NOT care. At least for a bit.

[fabuloustrash05]

Chris Bradford was already Shredder’s bitch LOOOONNNGGGG before he even became a dog.

[shamefulcumfort]

I want 2012 AU’s where the foot clan get fed up with Shredder and his ploys and decide ‘You know what? Fuck Shredder. He’s an ass to all of us. Let’s follow his not daughter/child soldier and help her take over’, but I see none. So I’m making my own. And as my first Au thingamajig, have some incorrect twitter quotes of the characters😊

(Also including Tigers future boyfriend)

[lotus-duckies]

the power mikey has over peoples' names is insane, just imagine what he could do for trans people

[chaos-potat]

Childhood Dreams: Lost...

Raph sat alone in his room, just staring at the ceiling from his bed, his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. His position was relaxed. He'd had a long week of running around the city and fighting. It was fun for him, but too much fun was tiring, and he was glad to be having this sort of break. He needed a break, he’d been running around without his sai, he had to use nunchucks, Splinter may as well have just asked him to learn a new language. It didn’t matter, they had swapped their weapons back and forgot to swap again when they got home, the idiots got caught red handed and their weapons taken.

His eyelids grew heavier and began to slowly close as his train of thought quietly stuttered off into a relaxing stop, suddenly Donnie slammed the door open, causing him to be torn from his relaxation with a startled jump.

“Timothy’s in trouble, he called and acted upset about something, he hung up before I could ask–” Donatello spoke quickly, seeming panicked. Raph groaned.

“He’s probably fine, Tim’s just an emotional guy.” Raph put an arm over his eyes to block the light coming from the open door and hide his rolling eyes.

Donatello sounded a bit frustrated that he wasn’t being heard out. “No, he sounded like he was panicking, like he was going to cry or something, he didn’t tell me what was going on, he just stopped suddenly... the line just cut out.” Donnie tapped his foot on the floor anxiously. He was understandably worried about his friend, who always made sure Donatello was okay. He felt guilty that he couldn’t remember the last time he asked if Tim was okay. Had he missed something perhaps? Were there signs? Tim wore his heart on his sleeve, or so he thought–he didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t like it.

Raph couldn’t brush it off. He was only really friends with Casey, even then it was on and off, but he knew Tim was worth that worry, even if he was a little strange to Raph. Raph sighed and sat up, he was hoping they didn’t need to fight anyone, for once. “I’m sure he’s okay, but let’s go and check it out, just in case.” Donatello nodded. He looked prepared but worried. He looked at his phone to make sure Tim’s location was on his map now, but the movement was clearly a faster vehicle, not the ice cream truck Tim drove. It was too fast. Donnie was even more worried now. “We should hurry then.”

. . .

Tim sat nervously. The roads were so bumpy he had almost slipped into them several times. The rope tying him to the back of the bike was too loose for his comfort. He clenched his teeth and curled his legs to hold on as he scooted closer to the driver of the bike. He had never seen these mutants before, but he had heard of them from Donnie—he had described the fish and dog, but he had failed to convey how terrifying they really were. Tim tried to lighten the mood a bit but he wasn’t feeling his best after the fight with his mom.

Tim laughed nervously. “So, is being a, uh, mutant very fun?” He had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the motor.

The large dog mutant driving the motorcycle looked back at him with a piercing glare. “In some ways, it’s easier to recruit people like this.”

Tim smiled as normal as he could, but even he knew his fear was showing. “Recruit?”

The large fish smiled back at him with his wide mouth and sharp teeth taking up more of his face than anything else as he slowed his bike to be beside him. “More like force into submission, you will see how it is being a mutant yourself soon.” The fish chuckled as he glanced at Tim’s barely hidden terrified expression.

“What do you mean by that?” Tim’s voice quivered slightly, his smile faltering. He had always wanted to be a mutant. It seemed like fun to be visibly different since he always felt like it—if it showed he’d feel more justified for his struggles, and maybe he’d get some sort of power to wash away his fears. But he had seen Donnie’s struggle with it for years…it sounded so lonely, and he hated the stories of people running from Raph and Donnie in fear, sometimes trying to hurt them.

The dog mutant growled at the fish, snapping Tim from his thoughts. “Xever, don’t tell him, I wanted to see his face when he realized what’s going on, I can’t look at him while I drive.” The dog huffed and stared at the road with a scowl. Xever rolled his eyes and kept driving his own bike, catching up to the dog mutant’s speed. “You are so dramatic, calm down, Bradford, you’ll still see the mutation, that is enough for you.”

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I was super excited about this one, I'm already writing more and this one's going to take a loooong time to get out. I'm a bit nervous since I haven't shown any of my writing on the internet before, I haven't really done any writing in years either. I had it proof read and edited by someone else so hopefully there aren't many errors in here Hopefully y'all enjoy this change tho!

[familyofpaladins]

Do you think Bishop asked the turtles for help in setting up the Pan Galactic Alliance since they had so many dealings with different species, and expected them to be doubtful of his intentions only for them to tease him before actually accepting his plans?

I think about it a lot. lol

(don't pay a whole lot of attention to the turtles' outfits/designs. I was mostly just making up random things to show the passage of time)

Their actual reaction to his announcement to create the PGA:

This is my entry for @tmaynt Day 24: Favorite Turtle + Villain Dynamic and Day 30: Favorite Human Villain

Their dynamic with Bishop is so interesting, because for most the series he's this Big Threat, and working with him is literally like making a deal with the devil. But then they go 100 years into the future and find out that once Bishop finally realizes that eliminating Aliens from Earth isn't going to protect it, that he actually is a force for good and peace.... well it changes that dynamic and I wish we could have gotten to see more about how they reacted to Bishop after that lol.

Bonus below:

I was actually originally going to do two separate things for day 24 and 30. but I am behind and day 24 (originally going to be Rise Mikey and Meat Sweats) was giving me fits, and while practicing drawing Bishop for day 30, I thought about this idea and decided to combine the days.

Here's what I was originally going to do for day 30. What I wouldn't give to see xenophobic 03 Bishop meet his ALIEN counterpart

[dongpound]

Thi s is some of the best comic work I've done this year and its a fucking shitpost based off @shredderbignaturals finding out about the Anne Hathaway cannibalism meme

[theartofeverything]

@tmaynt Favorite henchman

You ever think about ditching this place?

Every Damn Day.

@dnpanimationstudioclone and I have come up with so much headcannon lore for these guys, they’re practically the protagonists of their own fic. Never gonna be able to look at them and not think about their entire farmhouse arc that exists only in a years worth of DMs. Thank you so much for being a fantastic fandom friend ❤️

[undercoverbisexualfrog]

HALLOWEEN EDITION 🎃🦇👻🍂

The goth lesbians are here too