#tmnt fanficion

[yorshie]

Warm Coded

Bayverse TMNT Raphael x reader, Michelangelo x reader

SFW, Michelangelo and Raphael hanging out with Fem Reader on gaming night. Slice of Life? Relationships are silent understood and not elaborated on

Tags: @tmnt-tychou

When Michelangelo and Raphael invited you over for snacks and a gaming marathon, you knew eventually it would devolve into watching old wrestling montages and random talk. Which was fine, considering you never had a handle on games that weren’t indulgent reasons to admire digital environments. You were just fine sitting back and letting them race each other for supposed supremacy, egging each on in turn between bites of lukewarm pizza and the jumbo marshmallows Mikey had procured specifically for you.

Now, however, they were unwinding. Raphael had won the last game, and thus had decided on which match they were going to rewatch. Mikey was still bouncing, a slice of pizza in his hand as he shifted back and forth and shadow boxed along with the figures on the screen. The bigger brother was content to lean against the couch, arm resting on the edge lazily against the line of your body. 

He groaned when his guy got thrown out of the ring, and Mikey gave a loud whoop, miming the crowd going wild as he spun in a circle and waved his hands back and forth before striking a pose.

You popped another marshmallow in your mouth and tapped your toes against a scute on the upper portion of Raph’s back. When he huffed, turned his head just far enough to give you a look, you dusted your hands, gestured to the tv.

“Could you teach me how to do that?” Your question had him turning to face you fully, legs shifting and arm moving to lay over your waist. 

“You wanna know how to throw someone?” He kept giving you looks in between looking back at the tv, inviting you to clarify.

You scooted a little closer to get more comfortable, the weight of his arm a little to much for your full stomach, until his elbow wasn’t digging into your far hip. “Well, I mean…” You trailed off, cycling your hands in front of your chest until he looked once more and raised a brow ridge. 

“Might be useful, you know, to know how to get someone off me.” You finished with a shrug, and he gave a low hum of understanding.

“Ah, I gotcha’ princess, but-” he gestured at the wrestlers- “these guys are all used to throwing around that much weight. You go and try and pull somethin’ like that, you’ll break something.” He emphasized this by gently pinching your side, pulling a squeak out of you as you curled up to avoid it.

“We could teach her how to break holds, though.” Mikey broke in, coming to sway next to the couch.

“Yea? Here, princess, break this hold.” You sputtered, not expecting to be dragged in the middle of a brotherly squabble, but Raph leaned his weight into the elbow behind your hip, letting his forearm flop over your ribcage. Half a second was all it took and you were squashed between the cup of his hand and the swell of his bicep.

“Gee, thanks, Mike.” You groaned, tried to squirm unsuccessfully out of the half assed pin.

“C’mon, bro, she wants to learn.” Mikey tapped Raph’s shoulder, dancing back out of reach, and you slapped Raph’s arm for mercy, feeling your dinner start to protest.

Raph tucked his other fist under his chin, both of them all but ignoring your continued struggles. “You don’t start with this stuff, Mikey. You gotta build up strength first, or else-” he rolled the arm still over you in example, and you whined when he pressed a little too hard, retaliating with a push to his shoulder that did absolutely nothing.

“Dude, we are like, ten times stronger than anyone she’s gonna be up against. Just-”

You hooked a foot under the the edge of Raph’s shell, tensed your thigh, the couch starting to protest the more you put your quads into the action. He huffed at that, free hand twisting to unhook your toes with a tickle that had you squealing in protest before you started just flailing.

Raph just leaned a little more weight on you, edging one brow ridge up towards Mikey as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“No turtle smooches for, like, a week!” You twisted, grabbed the half empty bag of marshmallows, tossed it at his head in retaliation.

He caught it easily. “How would you go about this, then?” He asked Mikey, depositing the bag on the other side of the couch, out of harms way.

Mikey huffed, nudged the pizza boxes out of your reach before they could fall as well in your quest to budge his brother. “We could just show her how to get out of simple things, not expect her to move a good four hundred pounds on her first try.”

“This isn’t four hundred pounds.” Raph gestured to where you were now trying to pry his arm off. “This is baby weight.”

“Oh! I’ll show you baby weight!” You snarled, hand shooting out for his bandana.

You got one tail before he could pull his head out of range, and you jerked his head towards you at the same time you pushed his side with your foot. His arm snapped out to correct the balance, and you pushed harder, twisting until his arm was banded across the small of your back and you were half off the couch.

“Now you’ve just made it worse.” He groused at you, hooking a thumb under your bent knee and pulling. He slung a leg over your own to trap the limb between thigh and the hard edge of his knee, digging just firm enough into the softness to leave you sputtering at the stretch.

“Ouch, ouch ouch-” You yanked on the bandana again, only succeeding in putting more weight on your arched back and pain in your leg. “Uncle, uncle, uncle.”

“I don’t know no ‘uncle’.” Raph said, sitting back calm as could be despite the fact his head was still tilted sideways. “Sounds like you’re calling someone else’s name there, princess.”

“You aren’t teaching me, you’re just being mean.” You accused, gritting your teeth at the feel of the metal couch frame on your ribs through the fabric. 

He chuckled, amused, and an idea popped into your head. You let go of his bandana, and smooth your arms out along the couch as you settled as best you could. “Alright, then, if you two won’t teach me, I’ll just ask Leo.”

Mikey groaned out loud, the annoyed sound being pushed between set teeth as he threw his hands up in the air.

You could feel Raph eye the back of your head, so you tilted it side to side, counting down to see how long the bait would lay there.

“Fine, you wanna learn?” He yanked on your leg, and you squealed, grabbing for a cushion before he pulled you, and it, across the floor. 

Raph flipped you over and without hesitation you wielded the couch cushion like a shield, keeping him from tickling you. “No! Raph wa-”

Mikey turned resolutely back to the tv, turning the volume up a little bit to cover up the sounds of you squealing. Raph had finally yanked the cushion from you, and without your barrier he’d quickly found all your ticklish spots.

“This is what you get for not having a protective shell.” He growled playfully and you lost it at the sass, strangling to breath while trying to twist away. “How’re you gonna get out of this, princess? C’mon, think.”

“St-a-St-” You couldn’t get enough breath to get out the full word, settled instead for closing your mouth, desperate to keep your hiccups down and not let your giggles erupt into a belting bray. You could feel the embarrassing noise creeping up, your throat tightening trying to keep it in until Raph hit that spot just under your ribcage just right and it exploded out of you in a loud, dry heave. You wheezed through it, gasping, trying to stop-

Raph rolled you to your side, large hand rubbing up and down your back. He kept up the steady motion until you could draw a short breath.“You alright, sweetheart? Haven’t heard that in a while.”

Mikey was on your other side, looking concerned, and you gave them a wobbly thumbs up, sucking in air again with the occasional wheeze. Raph rolled you back on your back easily, coaxed your arms upwards so your lungs would have more room to expand.

You fought the movement, but he persisted. “Not tickling you again, promise. Gotta get some air back in you.”

“Dude, you about broke her.” Mikey sniggered, and, ignoring the dark look Raph threw his way, reached out to poke your leg. You grumbled at the intrusion, hands still trapped in Raph’s hold. When Mikey poked you again, you snapped out a knee, digging it with precision into the soft line between his plastron and carapace.

“Ow! Babes!” 

Raph laughed at his little brother’s problem. “Those knees are lethal.” He squeezed your wrists gently before letting go. 

You sat up quickly, retreated back to the couch again where you could tuck into the corner and avoid any more surprises. Both turtles had returned their attention to the tv by the time you had fully caught your breath.

“Raph?” You asked, a parrot of earlier, and he grunted in question, turning an eye to where he thought you were before looking around wildly. 

He snorted when he saw you wedged in the corner, a cushion in front and a blanket over you. “You building a fortress?”

You hummed, not about to be distracted. “Will you train me to break out of holds?”

He sighed, the sound resigned, and Mikey poked his arm, squawked when the bigger brother retaliated with a shove. 

“Yeah, I will, sweetheart.” He held up a thick finger to cut off your reflexive smile. “But, we do it my way, which means we’re gonna start with strength training.” He turned the finger to jab it against Mikey’s chest, the younger groaning at the pressure, “and you’re helping,” before turning his attention back to you, “Tomorrow show up early, and we’ll get started.” 

You nodded, happily tapping your feet, content to return to watching tv, when Raph leaned further against the couch. 

“Oh, and princess?” Your head turned to show you were listening, “One more thing.” A hand barreled under the cushion, circled your ankle, and you yelped in surprise as he pulled you, and your makeshift fort, across the couch, back towards your original place behind him. 

He gave that one sided smirk that got him in and out of all sorts of trouble, gaze traveling slowly from the hold he had on your ankle to your wide eyes, and rumbled, “leave Fearless out of this, kay?”

[peachzffs]

hear me out here.

Donnie and Cassy go on a date to Murakami's restaurant, I don't feel like I've seen this idea for jonatello yet (sorry if I'm wrong)

I'm so posting some art or a fanfic to do with it later :D

[notcrazyjustcreativelyinsane]

First chapter is up!

Summery:

Months have passed since the invasion. They'd sent the Krang packing and got Leo back, so trip to April's family farmhouse seems like the perfect way to rest and recuperate while they fix it up.

At least, it was.

But now Mikey feels like he's going crazy, because there's something in the woods. Something ancient. And it promises a way to never let anything bad happen to his brothers again.

Please mind tags and warnings! This is a horror fic!

[prismicabstraction]

I have just gotten the most beautifully, diabolical ROTTMNT fanfiction prompt idea (that may or may not already exist (I am not sure and have yet to see it)).

Imagine this:

Leo dies in the prison dimension (or is just stuck, whatever you prefer).

BUT-

Future! Leo comes to the past due to mystic hijinks, only to see that while the apocalypse was prevented, there is a turtle missing in the iconic quartet.

He now has to deal with a grief stricken family while having an internal battle of whether he should feel bad, or glad, that he is gone from this plane of existence.

:)

Feel free to twist this in whatever manner you wish, I hope this brings about some interesting fanfictions.

[yorshie]

Snippet 1

This was attached to a darker TMNT story I'm working on quietly. While undoubtedly the bones will remain the same, I can already tell the few chapters I've written has moved away from the rawness, since this reads like a reader insert and the actual story has an OC that behaves differently. I think I got a little uncomfortable with how visceral the fight scenes were becoming with a reader, and I was able to temper it with an OC acting as a buffer.

Warnings, needed backstory: Reader's "working" with the foot, picks a fight with Raph, goes about as well as expected. Second scene I think the Foot turned on reader and left them for dead, and the turtles find them. I was in an angsty mood so fighting, blood, broken bones, over the top descriptions of how the mind might process fatal wounds, etc. No one likes each other here, even after they save reader they'd fight at the drop of a pin. Third and Fourth Scene You can see me start to switch to more of an OC, even though it's just a code name.

——————————

“Stay down sweetheart, or I’ll have to do that again” 

You rolled your head sideways, caught the glimmer of blue off the far wall. “Doesn’t matter, can’t stop” you hissed, grunted into the tiled floor, hands pressing flat against the slick surface as you pushed up. 

To his credit, he only used enough force to knock you down again. It still felt like a bear swatting a fly, your chin barked off the floor and you tasted blood as it welled up from under your tongue. 

“God”, you gasped, “you hit like a fuckin truck.”

He shifted uneasily above you, and you broke off a dark chuckle, tucking your chin down to wipe the blood off it before squinting hazily in his general direction. 

“You can hit a girl but can’t stomach hearing how much it hurt?”

“You’re a Foot Clan soldier” was the growled response, and his foot kicked out to flip you over, away from the knife you’d been inching towards. 

“And you’re the goddamned Easter Bunny” you hissed back, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t see that glimmer of blue light tantalizingly out of reach, your arm curled tight around your already protesting ribs where his foot connected. 

——————————————

You were left for dead. You blinked, the glimmer off the wet walls blending the surfaces together until you were floating, sinking. A rattle in your chest, a deadweight against your ribs, but a familiar face towered over you. 

“What about this one?” Curious. Orange. 

The ground vibrated, and you blinked, long and slow, as another face appeared. 

“She’s in bad shape, but I think we could stabilize h-“

“Move.” The growl was close, and the air darkened, and your head rolled, a gasp bursting out as you swooped through the air. Strong arms like bars under your body, and you started to shiver, teeth clicking hard as bone scraped against bone. 

Someone stepped in front, blocked your rescuers path, and you heard a firm, hushed voice:

“We take her, Raph, we’re responsible for her” 

“We ain’t leavin her to die.” 

The barrier paused, then stepped aside, a smooth action that allowed your rescuer to push forward once more. 

That first voice in the background “So we gettin a new roomie?” 

———————————————

The purple one blocked the stairs, but you drew yourself up, cautious as you catalogued his frame.

“Can’t go no where just yet princess, your stuck with the freaks for the moment.”

Red, his weapons holstered, but you still angled so he wasn’t right at your back. 

“Naw, I’m feeling better already.”

He scoffed. “How you feel ain’t the deciding factor” 

Another dropped from your right, crouched low, and you grimaced, the movement making you dizzy as you swayed back and tried to get him in focus. 

“You’re gonna have to settle down, ma’am, before you pull those stitches again” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of that” you said evenly, easily, as you slid further away, your fingers curling around the grained groove of wood you haphazardly brushed against. 

Purple made some small, quiet noise in the back of his throat, but you kept your eyes on the blue one in front, swallowing nausea down, the bright swatches of colors bursting like neon lights to your fevered brain. 

“You won’t be able to get past all three of us”, Blue reasoned. “Put down the bat, and let’s get you doctored up before you get in another fight” 

Red shifted, swelled in the corner of your vision, and you tightened your grip, sliding the bat out of its resting spot with a scraping sound that echoed around the room.  

“Im not interested in getting in a fight.” You whispered, “or being someone’s punching bag,” you threw out viciously in Red’s direction. “All I want is to go free from here and never have the misfortune of running into any of you again.” 

Blue watched, eyes steady on your face. “We need information, you need rest.”

“Too fucking bad for all of us, then.” You slipped, accent coming out thick for a moment, and visibly winced at the sound. 

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The moment Purple touched your side, the cool prick of the needle passed through, and tears started slipping silently down your face. You weren’t sure if they were from the pain that spiked like a drum over the already roiling lake beneath your skin, or if it was shock. 

You mind skimmed the surface, turned lazily inwards, and you almost immediately ran into the face you wanted to avoid. But it was like looking in a mirror, and the doubled vision had always captured your attention. 

Something shifted just within your vision, but whether through the distance of pain or the tears, you couldn’t see which color it was, and in all honesty you didn’t care. You were allowed your tears, the doubled vision in your mind deserved them, and you would feel no shame in the salt that dried on your cheeks as the tracks deviated over time.

They felt you alone, afterwards, clean bandage hot and tight around your middle, but still the tears ran. 

“Dude, she’s still crying.”

“Not everyone’s used to stitches with no meds, Mikey.” 

“Her nervous system needs a reboot.” Your eyes shifted at the voice, a flash of purple inside your mind as you cataloged who it belonged to, but the tears didn’t stop, and you let the information go, numbly turning inwards once again.

You were dead. You were both dead. It didn’t matter if your lungs still operated, a death sentence had been issued long ago, even if the requirements had only been recently met. You had no idea if it had been carried out already, but there was only one ramp off this road now, and it was a dead end.

Your heart thudded painfully below your cracked ribs, a silent reminder, each beat like a ticking clock and you could almost see the sword hanging over your head, inching closer like a pendulum swing.

“How long we gonna give her?” Red, and anger swirled underneath your beating heart at the sound. Your arms twitched, lungs shuddered, and you stifled a cough. 

They were good at being silent and still when they wanted, you’d give them that. It was almost as suddenly there were four holes were they’d been only moments ago, but you could feel the danger, the subtle itch that came with eyes.

You pulled yourself up through sheer will alone, uncaring that your shirt was stuck around your neck, and woodenly started convincing your limbs to cooperate and slide back under the stiff fabric.

The tears still fell, but you let them be. They’d already noticed, and wiping them away felt like weakness. So you stiffened your neck, pulled your shirt down over the mottled skin across your torso, and clenched your jaw hard enough to feel the tension in your back teeth as your foot touched the floor.

They were terrible at pretending they weren’t cataloging every movement, but only Blue met your gaze head on. Orange was staring at the ground like it had been demanded of him, Red stared off over your shoulder, and Purple stared at your legs as if he knew how much they shivered holding your weight. “We have some mild painkiller if you need them.” Your eyes flickered back to blue, the movement causing your tears to shift their track again.

Need, not want. You knew words were important, but you just blinked, long and slow, felt the tears well up before your lashes opened again and they fell once more.

Your arm burned. It was almost startling, the new pain, so different from the dull ache of your torso, and for a second you panicked, grip switching to grab at the hurt.

Red shifted, and you jerked your hand away, suddenly aware of how you’d gotten that particular pain. You wondered if he’d cracked the bone in his haste to get the bat from you.

“Introductions first.” Blue continued, and you waited, wondering if they expected you to go first. Belatedly, you realized the odds were in their favor. Sure, you’d all done what was required of opposing sides on the battlefield, but they’d saved your life. The sword swung towards you.

“Casper.” You rasped, not even thinking about the subterfuge. After ten years, you felt more like “Casper” than any name before.

“The friendly ghost?” One eyebrow went up, clearly mocking, but you stood firm, answering with an annoyed huff:

“My parents were particularly embarrassing when it came to naming their children. I’d rather be a ghost.”

“Leonardo,” He answered smoothly, before gesturing with his head towards the Orange. “Michelangelo.” 

Your eyes followed slowly, stiffly, as he kept going. Michelangelo gave a little wave, looking relieved at finally meeting your eyes. Purple was “Donatello” but he didn’t give a wave, just a slow nod of his head, and you returned it, conscious he was the reason you were mostly in one piece. 

Red was “Raphael” and the sound of his name brought pain back to the forefront. Sheer dumb luck, that it would be the biggest, burliest one you’d ran afoul of most in the past couple of weeks. You sized him up, looking unconsciously for any wound to match the pain he’d inflicted, but he stood tall, practically swelling the longer you stared.

“I think we’ve met,” you whispered, “a time or two.”

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[curiousstick]

Alright I'm going to not be lazy and start posting my Capritello ideas up for adoption here as well from Wattpad. Also, a lot is Donnie centric , I try to break away from this in latter ideas

starting with idea one space arc

Plot: casey and april get into something a plant or something else on a foreign planet while in battle and start acting wierd around donnie.

because he's the first thing they see

Fugitod does an anylasis of them and figures out what happed to them , he say it's not (relatively dangerous) and that it will wear off eventually, that they were consiouse of what they were doing (they're not initially happy with how they were acting) but they wouldn't be able to operate how they normally do until it wears off

Problem is they actally fell for him while under this influnce and witnessing all of donnie's charming triats even the sarcasm

Disclamiar: nothing in tmnt is mine. This is purely fanficion Idea I don't make any profit from this

[prismicabstraction]

My urge to write ROTTMNT fanfiction grows ever stronger, yet my brain refuses to write until I can get the characters to a "T", which is why I haven't been posting at all! 😭

I HAVE MADE A WHOLE SPREADSHEET AND I AM RE-WATCHING THE WHOLE SERIES AGAIN!

THank THE PIZZA-SUPREME IN THE SKY for all the wonderful ROTTMNT fans that have noticed little details and consistencies, you have inadvertently maintained my sanity during these troubling times (I plan to hopefully put all my sources at the end when I finish the doc).

Here's a sneaky peak at my doc.

This is just DONNIE. HELP ME. I'M NOT EVEN DONE! (I will most likely post this once it is complete along with visual references for any ROTTMNT fan that needs a easy access to resources in terms of cannon and design).

I have been brainstorming fanfiction plot points and AUs I could write, but it will be a long time to finish. I kinda wanna have the chapter outline and summaries done first because I deal with motivation issues that not even coffee can help.

Here are a couple of my ideas for fanfictions I have had (inspired by many fanfics I have read and ideas I have seen in comment sections):

Donnie's Misadventures - a series of events where Donnie does the most absurd, mad scientist shenanigans as his brothers attempt to keep him from dying. Very light-hearted and silly, I don't want this to be angst.

Leo's Escapades - a fanfiction with emotional hurt/comfort. I don't think there are enough fanfics with Leo having a sort of "secret life" away from his family. Those (alleged (I forget if this is true or not)) two years between the last season and the movie have such potential for Leo development 😤

A "Life as We Knew it" (by Susan Beth Pfeffer) inspired fanfiction - I want to make an AU based on this book because it has really good plot points between family during an apocalypse and the hardships they suffer during the extreme weather conditions and their own home as people they knew slowly die, only having each other to stay safe. This has a LOT of potential, especially with their turtle traits.

I hope I manage to see this through because I really do feel passionate about this!

[geekgirl24]

Looking for co-writers

I want to start writing fanfics and AUs stories and I already have some ideas but I’m not sure if I can do it alone considering time and the fact that English isn’t my first language and that kind of affects my writing. So I’m looking for co-writers that I can start develop a story with and if you’re interested you can write to me in my massage and we can talk their about it

[j-artle]

Trying to study a little bit of comic, lol

[fletcherwilbury]

Febuwhump Day 27: Alt 2: Trapped Under A Collapsed Building

[sirenssakura]

Can you please continue your tmnt fanficions please?

Of course 😏I've been meaning to finish them all off. I might write the next chapter tonight..."Leorai All The Way." 🤗

[turtlesinsweaters]

Comfy's 100 Theme Challenge Part 1

Part of a 100 Theme Challenge

Info: No Pairings. General PG/PG-13 rating. Will have violence. Takes place during the 2012 cartoon's North Hampton arc. No update schedule or guarantee. 

Decided to upload part one by itself just to put the idea out there. I won't have a set word count or length but I want to keep each theme between one to four pages. This is just for me to unwind and speculate wildly. 

Beginnings

“I thought you weren’t real.” Karai’s lip curled in distaste at the turtle looming in the small entrance to her comfortable little hiding place. Scales shifted under her skin, ready to shift at a moment’s notice, but the intruder merely huffed a laugh and leaned against the pipe, making no move to leave or enter.

“Doesn’t surprise me. You were pretty out of it the last time we met.” The memory was still a blur of confusion, moonlight and pain all that she could clearly remember. Slash had no trouble however. He had stumbled across the girl several weeks ago, curled up on a rooftop looking like she was attempting to peel her own skin off and talking nonsense. It had only taken a minute of watching to realize that she wasn’t just another crazed wacko. Sadly he had seen similar cases in the city, humans attacking themselves in an attempt to rid themselves of the mutagen infecting their veins. Usually he left them to live or die by their own means, but this human girl seemed more aware of herself than the others. Perhaps if he invested the time now, she would one day become useful to him. With that in mind he had dropped onto the roof and talked to her. Told her to accept herself. To stop fighting. Her previous life was gone. Her old self no longer existed. As soon as she realized this she would find herself freer than ever before. He had no idea if she’d understood him then, but he was happy to see the result was more than positive.

Oh yes. She would do just fine.

He pushed off of the wall and extended a hand out to Karai who watched, wary. “Name’s Slash.”

Karai hesitated. What little she could remember from before was clouded in a green haze, but she was almost certain she had never met this turtle and wasn’t sure what to make of him. Sure he had helped her. Apparently. But that didn’t make him safe. Still she couldn’t deny that she was curious. With a guarded expression, she shook his hand, trying not to quail at just how huge it was. “Karai.”

The silence stretched after they retracted, each eyeing the other up.

Karai was the first to break. “How did you find me?”

Slash grinned. “I lived in these sewers for the better part of my life. It wasn’t hard. All I had to do was find a section where the rat population was dwindling.” Not to mention the apparent snake mutant shed, but he would spare her that embarrassment. “You’ll need to move in a few days if you want to keep fed.”

Karai didn’t question his answer. She knew there were others that lived here like her, though she had noticed a lack of activity from the loudest inhabitants of the sewers. In fact the last she had heard of them was when she’d saved the rat that gave her warm feelings from drowning. For a second she worried what might have happened to the others, but the moment was fleeting. She had taken care of the man and seen to it that he was alive and well, checking in now and then from the shadows, and saw no reason to spare another thought towards them. It did beg the question as to what Slash was doing looking for her. “What do you want?”

This time Slash moved. He stepped into the pipe, kneeling to fit comfortably before the girl. Karai didn’t move, but her hand shimmered threateningly, ready to shift and strike if need be. The turtle had no intention of attacking however. He hunkered down as if getting comfortable for a long stay. “That,” he said with a serious undertone, all mirth gone from his voice, “is an interesting answer. Are you aware of what has been going on upstairs?”

He was referring to the surface and Karai shook her head. “Not specifically. It’s loud. Busy.” Her nose wrinkled. “Too chaotic for my liking.”

“The surface world is in a panic. You see there’s this group of aliens out there trying to terraform Earth into their new home and they’ve recently gone public.” He watched her carefully, picking out vague recognition from her patient stare. Good. She didn’t doubt the existence so chances are she had once known about the Kraang and their plans. It did beg the question of how, but that was for another time. “Started up a war with Manhattan as Ground Zero. Turns out Earth has a protective unit against invasion, but like any secret big shot militant organization, they have their own agenda which is more along the lines of containing the invasion than stopping it. They’re killing humans rather than finding a cure for them.” His voice got dark then, thinking on what his former best friend would think of this. How furious he’d be. How betrayed and upset. Slash was still working on the whole empathy thing, but Raphael’s memory was enough to keep him fighting for what he knew to be “right.”

Karai didn’t say a word. She had no idea what she could say. As the information of what was going on sunk in and the realization of what was essentially an extermination from two sides dawned on her, she felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. Despite her strong self-preservation instincts, she felt the need to do something. Anything.

Slash continued. “Which leaves us mutants in the crosshairs. We’re neither human nor alien.” Most of them. “We are being hunted by both sides and so long as we remain separated, we have a very high likelihood of being picked off, one by one.”

“So what do you propose?” The girl didn’t like the idea of relying on others, but she had no illusions about the truth behind Slash’s prediction. “Band together as the Mighty Mutants and fight off armed forces and aliens, save the world and all that?”

Slash actually laughed. “Us? Save the world?” He chuckled and shook his head. “No nothing like that. You and me? We ain’t the saving type. What I’m suggesting is increasing our chance of survival by banding together. Helping each other out and possibly providing for other sentient mutants.”

Karai wasn’t so sure about that. The only other mutants she’d had the pleasure of meeting were a pack of vicious Squirrelnoids. “Create a community?”

“Yes! A community. Possibly with a safe house or base for those that aren’t able to defend themselves.” The idea sounded more generous than he’d expected. It almost put a bad taste in his mouth. Then he remembered how he’d felt when he had been abandoned, left to fend for himself. While it was understandable, at the time it had hurt and, though he’d never admit to it, he had been scared. Lost. Confused. Angry.

He had mutated voluntarily, but the humans upstairs hadn’t.

No matter how hard he tried not to be moved by the plight of the occasional surface dweller, he always ended up swooping in to save the poor soul. At least with this plan they would be consistently safe even without him there.

All he needed was for the girl to agree to it.

Perhaps she would be able to convince Splinter to trust him.

The idea sounded… cheesy. And annoying. Karai didn’t care for it. She was perfectly safe by herself in the sewers, she didn’t need or want any clueless mutants to look after.

Still the thought of leaving the surface to suffer without even a fighting chance made her skin crawl. After a long pause she sighed.

“Noble and probably stupid cause, but I guess I can help out.”

A toothy smile stretches Slash’s face. 

[sleepingseeker]

thanks for tagging me in that comic. i read the fic it was really hot. i think i've never read a fic where donnie was totally a nymphomaniac XD but still i was a little sad for raph at the end (as always)

Did you read the next part where they go to that beach and the three of them get really wasted and . . . things happen *wags eyebrows* hue hue

[sleepingseeker]

Nice, I saw what you wrote about some of Alex Hamato's fics matching your characterizations of the turtles on SS. I have not read much from this writer yet, but could you please rec some of those fics of hers you're thinking of? Thanks! :)

Oh yes, Never Have I Ever is fantastic. So very terribly sad, but you have to read it carefully to catch what the hell I'm talking about. Most readers think this is nothing more than a humorous piece, but you'd be fooled to think that.  

Alex is a very careful and subtle writer. She is someone who continues to blow me away with the hidden little bits of melancholy depth between seemingly innocuous conversations. She is very tricky, but it is all intentional, rest assured, I know this from the author herself.

If you can catch why this story is particularly brutal, let me know. I would love to tell you why, but I'll wait, heh hehee

The Longest Drive  was one of the first fanfictions I read. I was so impressed and floored by this powerful story of love. Alex is very self-deprecating and tends to brush away my fawning over her genius, but let me tell you, she is well deserving of it.

Buried Innocence is another fantastic piece.

But the best varied examples of what I mean would be found within the differing chapters of her Turtle Soup. 

It was depiction of Leo in the Blue Ball within Turtle Soup that actually finally set my mind to write The Tender Trap. I could not leave him there. I don't think she even knows that. Isn't that funny? That's the affect her work has on me. I'm terrified of her opinion of my work, another indicator of how much I respect her. Damn, I'm gonna have to post this in SS II so she knows. ulp.

[yin-390]

WOHOOO! 🎉🎉🎉

A Tale of Spirits - Chapter 19: Bread Crumbs is LIVE

Here's chapter 19! It's a long one, practically two chapters in one, so be prepared! I hope you enjoy the chapter!