#turtle rush part 8

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I like Moonbli. It’s one of my favorite ships actually, even if it’s not written quite well.

“But it’s so plain/boring/rushed!”

While I understand why people view Moonbli that way, I think the ship kinda makes sense that it became canon within the series and that the ship is cute & has good potential within it.

Qibli is one of the characters Moonwatcher has been with the most throughout the 2nd Arc.

They have some nice scenes and moments together that we unfortunately didn’t see due to being in the PoV of other dragons, like Peril.

Like with Moon and Qibli mourning Kinkajou condition’s together while Winter and Hailstorm were traveling to and at the Ice Kingdom and Turtle traveling with Peril (who were in the PoV of in Book 8).

As well as them bonding together within Possibility, such as when they went to the city’s library together, which is a scene that was mentioned by them within DoD to occur.

Qibli also is the second dragon to talk to Moon and come to terms with the fact she has powers after she revealed them, with both of them working together in order to find out who blew up the history cave with a dragonflame cactus.

And their ship being rushed within the story is unfortunate but at least understandable to occur within the series.

Since Tui. herself mentioned that she was conflicted about how to conclude the love triangle within the story because it could work either way, but she eventually decided to put Moon and Qibli together, so that may explain why it felt so rushed within the series.

And the fact that it felt like - at least, to me - Part 3 of Darkness of Dragons was squished into the series with the two fleshed out parts of the book with Qibli within the Scorpion den and SandWing Kingdom.

So while it doesn’t excuse that the ship is rushed, it does and may explain why that occurred in the first place.

Plus, while Moonbli isn’t developed well in canon, they, indeed, have the POTENTIAL to be an interesting and good ship.

Both Moonwatcher and Qibli are traumatized teenagers who were neglected and lived within a dangerous environment throughout their childhood and they both felt needed to mask and hide who they are in order to not be hated and rejected by others. With them learning that others will accept them for who they are being an important parts of their Arcs within their books.

Moonwatcher was physically neglected by her mother in order for her to not live within the volcano and be discovered by her tribe. This resulted in Moon, since the literally very day she hatched, to be left for literal days on end without the supervision of her mother, to the point that she had to learn how to hunt and gather for own food as a literal young child, within the rainforest, which is an environment filled to the brim with dangerous plants, animals and obstacles that could easily harm and/or even kill a young dragonet.

Due to her mother negatively viewing Moon’s powers similarly to how a neurotypical mother would negatively view their child’s autism and caring more about Moon’s reputation more than - without even considering - Moon’s comfortability around other dragons, she told Moon that she must hide her powers or else everyone around her would either dislike, hate or reject her for that part of herself.

This resulted in Moon to be socially anxious and even paranoid around other dragons, masking and hiding the fact that she has powers out fear of being rejected and hated by everyone around her, including the very dragons she grew to bond with (which also resulted in her to be more likely to be manipulated by Darkstalker).

Throughout her book, while at the JMA (and away from her mother), Moon thinks about whether SHE dislikes her powers and if SHE would want to get rid of them if she had the chance. Moon learns that they’re other dragons who will accept her and powers, and she decides to be herself and tells others about her powers when she’s comfortable or feels the need to do so.

While was physically and emotionally neglected by his mother. To the point that he was forced to hunt and steal food from other dragons in order to survive, within a dangerous environment full of dragons that would harm and even kill him if they ever caught him. He was physically and verbally abused by her and his siblings as well.

Due to this, Qibli was insecure and wished that everyone would like him, to the point that he felt to need to mask who he is by presenting himself is a “cheerful, extroverted and funny” type of dragon in order to be love and accepted instead of hated and discriminated by others and even wanting to have Darkstalker’s powers in order to be love by others and fix the bad problems of the world.

Throughout his book, he learns Darkstalker’s ways of making other dragons like him is wrong and pulls away from the possibility of having animus magic, not just because of the fact that he knew that Darkstalker was going to brainwash him and use him as a pawn, but probably also because of the fact that using magic in the ways he wanted to is wrong. From the experience with his friends and within his book, he learns that they’re other dragons who’ll accept him who he is, instead of the dragon he masks and pretends to be.

I like to think that they could bond, comfort, and sympathize with each other over their understanding over having similar experiences and trauma from being neglected and forced to survive by themselves within a dangerous environment throughout the majority of their childhood. And how they, while getting to know each other, open up and reveal parts of their true selves, and then help each other unmask themselves out their fears of rejection as well as help one another learn they they’re other dragons who will accept and love them for who they are.

So yeah - overall Moonbli is a cute ship that does have good potential, but unfortunately wasn’t executed well within canon.

Also I’m so sorry if I said anything wrong and/or didn’t write this as well as I should’ve, I typed this at around 1:00 am - 2:00 am lol.

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[wen-kexing-apologist]

LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX!!!!!!

HELLO AND WELCOME TO

ANALYSIS ESSAY NUMBER 69!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. Yes I have, in fact, written 69 ridiculously long pieces (and some surprisingly short) pieces on my silly little gay shows. This is, obviously, not the first time that I have done a scene breakdown, and it’s certainly not the first time I’ve done a sex scene breakdown, BUT I have been itching to write about this one since I watched I Feel You Linger in the Air Episode 8. There was no way in hell I was going to let essay #69 go unrelated to sex, so I had to wait until another essay (thank you Hypocrisy) could be written and posted. 

In a feat of truly perfect timing, @waitmyturtles sent me an ask about what other physicality (besides hands) I look at to try to understand a character’s psyche, I gave her my wayyyy to long explanation of what it is I look for, and not even 24 hours later the most perfect example of expertly executed physicality graced my screen with the opening scene of I Feel You Linger in the Air. So, I am dedicating this post to Turtles...

and I'm writing a sex scene break down!

We open with Yai and Jom rushing in to the scene, Jom being pulled by Yai. Which, I mean any forearm, wrist, or hand holding that Yai and Jom are doing is not technically visible to us (it’s happening just off screen) but we know Jom is being pulled at first because of how Bright and Nonkul are moving, Yai enters the room first and Jom is practically tripping to catch up with his motion, but beyond that we know Jom’s being dragged by Yai because of the way Bright and Nonkul’s upper arms are pressed together. We’re off to a great start in Bright and Nonkul’s performance already because of how glued Yai and Jom seem to be. With just the way they are holding their bodies the tension is already palpable, but the magnetism between the two of them is heightened by the fact that the actors are ensuring Yai and Jom don’t break eye contact. Because of this, even though as the motion continues, and they turn to face each other having now placed physical distance between them, you can tell they are still drawn in. You aren’t losing any ounce of desire when they are parted. 

The way Bright stands, the way Bright has set his face, angled his head, etc. makes Yai seem like he is looking at Jom as if hypnotized, transfixed, enamored. Both of them are just staring at each other, and Jom’s hand slowly slides up Yai’s arm and Yai takes that movement as a sign to come in close, and while Yai was initially shy about (presumably) getting aroused during the olive oil scene in Episode 7, he is horny and ready to fuck now at the beginning of Episode 8 and so he just fucking goes for it. 

You know when Yai is about to lean in for the kiss, because in a fraction of a second he breaks eye contact with Jom to look down towards his lips. But before Yai performs any additional progression towards kissing, Bright plays out the brief moment where Yai is gathering his courage. How do I know Yai is taking a second to psyche himself up? Because Yai pauses, he closes his mouth a little tighter, looks down at Jom’s lips, and he swallows hard. That’s him psyching himself up to just dive right in and go for the kiss. And he doesn’t have to hesitate long, and he doesn’t have to be chaste with this kiss cause Jom and Yai got over the initial tension point when they made out at the end of Episode 7. Without saying a word, we know Jom is In To This Kiss, because he immediately fixes his lips around Yai’s upper lip. Jom meanwhile is standing almost ramrod stiff and straight like he usually does

@shortpplfedup says when she’s looking at kisses, she’s looking for sticky kisses. My own interpretation of sticky kisses includes moments like in The Eclipse where there is a little line of spit that keeps the kiss lingering for just a second more. In this case, what I would personally consider a sticky kiss is a result of Yai pulling at Jom’s lower lip when Jom pulls his head back slightly for some air and to change the angle of his head. There is no space between them, in fact Yai so thoroughly wants to fuck Jom, that Jom is almost tipping over with how much Yai is trying to press them together. Yai’s hand is roaming, moving up and down Jom’s arm, while Jom is standing there, his hands are still, one wrapped around Yai’s arm, one resting at his neck. Jom is meeting all of Yai’s energy and excitement by standing firm. Because if he did not, it’s possible he’d topple over.

And as characters this makes sense. Jom has been in at least one relationship before, there is no way he hasn’t been sexually active in the past. Jom is the more experienced one in this relationship, and so he is going to have to be the support Yai leans on for his first sexual encounter, even if we don’t see that far in to their evening. 

gif by @alejunsu

And this works for Yai and Jom’s characterization as well. Jom was the one with more hesitations around beginning a relationship with Yai. Jom is much more tuned in to the potential consequences of being queer in this time period. And it’s not that Yai isn’t, it’s just that he’s much more caught up in his own little world, and his feelings for Jom that he isn’t as rigid about how he engages in intimacy. 

This kiss is tight, and solid, and you can hear the breathiness between them when they start the kiss. It’s believably impactful to them, as in the combination of eye contact, touch, posture, and even breath here makes me believe they are attracted to each other, and really fucking horny. And I swear I can almost feel Yai and Jom’s heart rates increase with how well Bright and Nonkul are selling this performance.

Yai is ready to fuck like, yesterday, but Jom doesn’t want him completely rushing in to the sex, and I can tell this because Jom pulls back, breaks off the kiss, and starts talking to Yai about the rain, about the party, these little reminders that they have places to be, and people to see, and they can’t afford to get caught. Bright’s face here, in the moments right after Jom pulls away are so intense. The way he furrows his brow ever so slightly. The way his eyes are see in to Jom, the parting of his lips. Bright is, to me, selling extremely well the fact that despite the fact they have once again separated, Yai is still in that kiss. And there is this beautiful little moment from Nonkul too where he breathes out like his mouth is on fire or he’s trying to catch his breath. Nonkul has Jom pat Yai’s arm once, because he’s trying to lighten the mood a little bit, to put more emotional space between them. Jom is the one stopping the kiss, Nonkul is the one that has to sell the idea that Jom is both slowing down the encounter, and also still worrying about being caught. 

And you know where Yai’s response is going to go “Forget it, Jom. Now there’s only two of us in the house“ because of the intensity by which Yai looks at Jom. He’s transfixed, and during this conversation with Jom, Yai’s eyes constantly slip downwards towards Jom’s lips, like…practically every second. Yai goes in to continue that kiss, with an intensity that I do not think he’s ready for when it comes to actually having sex for the first time. In part because this kid does not know what he is doing, and Jom does. And Jom hasn’t had sex for quite some time because he was in a monogamous relationship with a partner who was overseas. So he puts his hand up to Yai’s face, and presses in gently, making a little hmm sound as he does it. 

gif by @charlidos

Again, Nonkul keeps Jom stiff, his fingers are all straight, there is not even a whisper of a relaxed curve to them. Which tracks for Jom, because everything we have ever seen in the way Jom exists, in the way Jom moves, is very rigid. And it stops Yai immediately. Jom is looking straight at Yai, and Yai is looking straight at Jom’s lips. But this entire action feels familiar and comfortable because they have developed a trust in one another, and because Yai cares enough about Jom to stop and listen at the slightest indication. Yai pulls back and that’s where Nonkul helps assert that Jom is in fact on the same page, is interested and enthusiastic about having sex with Yai, and he’s just trying to shift the energy and speed of their encounter, because the second Yai stops, and Jom is about to offer up a suggestion, Nonkul turns Jom’s gaze directly to Yai’s lips and he lets them linger there for far too long, his fingers too continue to rest gently on Yai’s lips long after they are needed.

Jom doesn’t look Yai in the eyes again until he says “You’re soaking wet, Khun Yai. Why don’t you let me undress you, so you don’t catch cold?” Jom leans in closer when he says this, he whispers in a way that is intended to seduce Yai. And we see some more physical changes in the way Nonkul is carrying Jom. Jom’s eyes are alight and happy, there is this soft and extremely fond smile turning up the edges of his lips. And we see him relaxing slightly in to this moment because his fingers finally relax and curl up in their resting place on Yai’s shoulder. 

Nonkul has Jom slightly shifting his head so Jom is looking up at Yai more through the top of his eyelashes to be more alluring. He has this soft, fond smile on his face. And it is in the motions and movements like this one where I see what Nonkul was saying about this being the most femme he has ever had to perform (even though, I think we can all agree Jom isn’t really femme). Bright has Yai pick up that small smile too, and he shows that Yai is indeed very interested in Jom helping remove his clothes, because Bright ensures that Yai cannot stop looking at Jom’s lips. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

You should watch this clip

And just like that Jom has changed the pace of the evening. With a little whisper, and with some very slow, intentional movements in the way he takes off Yai’s tux jacket. And because Yai and Jom have had so much physical space between them for the past thirty seconds, it is time to re-establish Yai and Jom’s needs for physical closeness. Bright and Nonkul establish a sense of familiarity and comfortability in how Yai and Jom interact with each other’s bodies. Nonkul does so in the way he has Jom pull Yai close to him to take off his bowtie. It is almost as if they are hugging one another, and in part they are, or at least they are providing each other a little space to rest. 

And we know their arousal, their desire to fuck isn’t stalled or stunted by any interruption. Jom pumps the brakes a bit, but their desire, their attraction, is palpable. And that vibe is assisted by Bright having Yai lean in deeper, by having Yai turn his head and move slowly toward Jom’s neck as if drawn by string or magnet while Jom is fiddling with his bowtie. And within the span of a few seconds, Yai goes from drinking in Jom’s scent to pressing a soft kiss or two to his neck. And Jom’s enjoyment of that action is shown in the way Nonkul has Jom close his eyes briefly in pleasure, and his head jerks a bit to the side as if allowing Yai better access to his neck while he’s fiddling with the clasp of Yai’s bowtie. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

The seduction continues as Nonkul and Bright ensure their characters do not break eye contact one the bowtie comes off. I don’t even really know how they are doing it, but there is such a clear internal monologue of impure thoughts cycling through both their heads as Jom starts unbuttoning the collar of Yai’s shirt, while Jom’s still staring, eyes shining brightly, directly at Yai. And Bright plays Yai’s impatience very well, because he lets Yai still wait calmly, while also showing Yai cannot bare to be this far apart (like…two inches) from Jom, so he rests a hand on Jom’s neck creating a moment of skin to skin contact, but he has to take Jom in so he only lets his hand stay for a second, before he’s moving it in lines around Jom’s body.

Here again, is why I pay so much attention to their hands. Because Yai has been the far more relaxed character, and so when he puts his hand on Jom’s neck, his fingers curve, when he traces lines down Jom’s torso, his hand is curled almost into a fist. And there is just this beautiful moment of observation to me, where Jom begins to remove Yai’s pants, and is focused on the task, and Yai is just watching Jom, watching him focus. It is only when the pants have been unbuttoned that Yai joins Jom in looking downwards. 

These characters cannot help but be drawn to each other, the tension between them is building and builidng and Bright and Nonkul show that by having Yai and Jom get, with Jom’s eyes closed, so close to one another they could have stolen a kiss. So close in fact that their torsos are touching, they are pressed up against each other while Jom works pulling Yai’s pants down. And even if they don’t bring their faces together, they don’t steal those kisses, they don’t break the tension, they are certainly breathing each other’s air. 

“Let me do the same for you,” Yai says and God these two are so good at making their need for each other palpable. As Yai begins to unbutton Jom’s shirt both Yai and Jom’s eyes are moving rapidly, up, down, up, down, lower, lowerrr, back together, glued to the other’s face. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Jom gives the shyest smile at having Yai care for him, concerned about Jom catching a fever, and being oh so careful with removing his shirt. And here we see Nonkul allow Jom to relinquish some control and let go of some tension in the evening, because Jom drops his hand from Yai’s chest and let’s Yai unbutton and pull off his shirt. A moment for Yai to stand on his own, rather than to have support from Jom like he has had during their kiss and during their foreplay as it were. Yai moves for Jom’s pants, removes them, and they are soaking each other in, reveling in the feeling of one another. But we can’t have Jom wait too long for physical contact, because we want these characters to touch each other, because these characters want to touch each other. So we get a beautiful moment of Jom’s hands coming to wrap around Yai’s wrist, once again relaxed, and we see the band Yai tied around Jom’s wrist in Episode 2, a tangible, visible, item that reminds us all of their connection. 

I think we joke a lot about “exploring each other’s bodies” as a line. But that is objectively what they are doing here, in this gorgeous gorgeous moment of hands, of fingers sliding all over each other. They are gentle, light, and I can easily get the sense through the screen that their skin is on fire wherever they’re bodies have met. And Bright adds a piece of characterization to Yai, by having Yai hold Jom’s hand the same way that he did when he was drunkenly reciting poetry with the biggest heart eyes the world has ever seen. And he is doing the thing that, in my opinion, makes or breaks the believability of attraction, care, or romance between characters, which is that Bright has Yai move his thumb, drawing these tight little lines on the top of Jom’s hand while they are holding hands. It is truly not much of an understatement at all to say that if two characters are holding hands, I will be looking to see what their hands are doing. Are they staying stationary, or are there these little absentminded movements that sell the idea that these characters are thinking about each other, and enjoying the feeling of one another, rather than just performing the action of holding hands. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

In case we ever wanted to underestimate the importance of microexpressions and micromovements, we can’t, those are the things that really make or break a performance. (And for those who may have difficulty reading facial expressions, I get you, trust me, I’ve said it before but it can be really really hard for me to read microexpressions in actors, which is why I will often rewatch scenes, or watch other shows the actors or in, or like I did for this write up I slowed that shit down to half speed so I could watch for every movement, and rewound in 5 second intervals like 20 times to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.)

But they look like they are studying, committing to memory, Yai especially. Because while Nonkul has Jom spend most of this moment staring at one spot on Yai’s chest, Bright has Yai’s eyes follow the movement of his hands.Yai leans in and Nonkul has Jom swallow hard, and lean in slightly for a kiss. Bright has Yai keep moving, his lips locking on Jom’s shoulder, and moving up his neck, because the tension has almost reached its breaking point, and they both know what will happen the second their lips meet. So they delay, they let the tension build. They pull each other close, they hold each other tightly, you can see it in the way they move, the way their muscles tense. And as they face each other, with their desire finally starting to boil over, Yai works his way back to Jom’s lips slowly, he’s caught on to the pace Jom set. There is a light, soft, and quick kiss to Jom’s cheek, and then a second attempt by Yai to kiss Jom’s cheek or nose, that Nonkul interrupts by having Jom now be the impatient one, turning his head so Yai’s kiss slides to meet Jom’s upper lip. 

And then the tension finally breaks, the desire overwhelms them, and they are forceful with their kisses, and pulling each other close. Nonkul is showing how in to this Jom is in the way he lets Jom melt in to this kiss. How he has Jom pull himself so fully in to Yai’s arms, so they are chest to chest without any room between them. 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

And Jom is kind of a tense and awkward person in general, so it makes so much sense to me, as a character that Jom’s fingers would at this point stay stiff and straight, because we are still progressing in to a part of the evening Yai may need more support in. Jom is certainly far more relaxed as a person when he’s with Yai, but I don’t think he would be fully able to relax in to the sex. Hell, he can’t even relax in bed afterwards because he sees himself in the mirror. But just in the way Jom holds himself, in the way Jom smiles, in the way he pulls Yai in, we know that being around Yai is changing him. That he is generally more relaxed when they share space, that he is happier when Yai is near, and we know that Jom is very ready to fuck, he’s just also more aware of the potential consequences of getting caught. 

Yai leads them to bed, and if we hold Jom and Jom’s posture as acting almost as a support for Yai, then it is very critical and important in my eyes, that Yai uses the bedpost to steady himself as he lays Jom out on the bed. Yai is learning how to support himself. Jom lays underneath him, and as far as we know he’s keeping his hands firmly on the back of Yai’s neck. Grasping on to him like he doesn’t want to let go, while Yai traces random lines across Jom’s arms, torso, and neck. And when they pull away, we know that Jom is very in to everything that is going on, and that he’s starting to lose himself a bit in the feeling of this, because Nonkul has Jom wait a few seconds to open his eyes and look up at Yai after they break apart. Meanwhile, Bright maintains Yai’s absolute obsession with Jom, by having Yai staring directly at Jom while Jom’s eyes are still closed. Study him, observing his reactions, ensuring that Jom is feeling pleasure. And the sexual tension isn’t ruined by yet another physical separation, even as they are not actively kissing in that moment, their progression towards sex does not feel like it is coming to an end. And that has to do with the fact that Jom is still running his hand along Yai’s neck, lacing his fingers through Yai’s hair, with his fingers relaxed.  

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

When they confess their love for one another, Nonkul has Jom swallow hard, hearing Yai tell him he loves him, fighting back a small smile. And Bright really commits to showing the intimacy that has developed between Jom and Yai in the way he has Yai press kisses to the inside of Jom’s palm, to his knuckles, up his arm, and back to his neck. And like I said above, Nonkul sells the effect of that electricity between Yai and Jom in these little micromovements, in the way Jom’s finger dig slightly in to Yai’s cheek, and the way his thumb twitches when Yai presses a kiss to his knuckles, and the way his fingers flex (a la Pride and Prejudice [2005] if you ask me). And he does the same as Yai kisses up his arm and to his neck, in the way Nonkul has Jom close his eyes, and press his lips together, and tilt his head slightly upwards.

And that’s it, that’s the entire nearly five minute scene. I promise I am trying to get better about my essay lengths, but I think the level of work that goes in to these moments are deserving of being discussed in detail. Nonkul in an interview said he views acting like a sport, and I think he’s fucking right. The level of knowledge and control you have over your body to sell scenes like this one, to make people believe in the romance, is super fucking hard. 

gif by @pharawee (using this gif as an example of a bunch of small movements Bright and Nonkul do that sell Yai and Jom's love for one another) I for one believe Jom and Yai love each other, want each other, are drawn to one another, and that is 100% because of Nonkul and Bright’s performances. And they have a really fucking hard job in part because Tee Bundit is not really a romance guy. Yai and Jom’s love for one another is the emotional backbone of this show, but the story isn’t focused on the romance itself, it’s focused on Jom’s experiences as a servant, on the struggles of being queer, on the mystery of how to get home, of past Jom being haunted by his present and present Jom being haunted by his past. There are so many moving pieces in this story, but we have to feel for these characters when they are inevitably separated. The way Nonkul and Bright play this scene, has thoroughly convinced me of the care they have for one another

[topsyturvy-turtely]

✨The Sherlock Holmes Museum✨

221b Baker Street, London

!!! this is part 2 !!! (link to part 1, part 3)

continuation of Holmes' bedroom

above Holmes' bed hang these pictures (1). the guide didn't tell us anything specific about those.

opposite of the bed hang portraits of people (2&3). you might think they'd be from family members or friends. this is not the case with our lovely Mr. Holmes'. These portraits picture (serial? can't quite recall) murderers. They hang on Holmes' wall, because he wants to fully understand them, know how their minds work.

funfact about the woman in (4) (the guide just said "that woman over there" - there are two pictures of women tho... i assume she meant the woman that hangs higher... because her photo is bigger but i am not sure): she killed part of her family. but nobody believed a woman could do such a cruelsome act, so she was never arrested... and lived with the other part of her family until she died. (victorian sexism is almost funny ngl)

oh and my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART was that SHERLOCK FREAKING HOLMES owns a TURTLE STATUE (5) and it CHILLS THERE IN HIS BEDROOM. (guys it's me. i don't know if you realize but trust me... sherlock holmes has a pet turtle/tortoise and it is me. )

now to Mrs. Hudson's room (6)

(please forgive me for the people in this picture. i felt kinda rushed and way too excited to take a better picture...)

after the living room and Holmes' bedroom (see part 1), the tour ended. imo this room is the most like a museum. it doesn't feel personal like the living room or the bedrooms (yes Dr. Watson's room will be included in the part 3), instead there were show cases and some decorations... i didn't get a picture of it all but here are my favorites. (focusing on the more personal items in this post)

oh! and if you look at (6) between that person in pink and that person in red, you see a little desk. on this desk was "Mrs. Hudson's guest book" (right underneath the window) and you could write your name in it!!! i loved that little detail! 🥰

there was a hat (7) and spinning wheel (8).

then the fireplace in victorian style with a painting above (9),

and before i move on to the more museum-like items in the next post, here is a (bad and blurry, with people in it - i am sorry 😭) wide-angle shot of the room (10) from the opposite side of (6).

this post is part 2 of a series.

-> part 1

-> part 3

(other parts will be linked once they have been uploaded)

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: part 9

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 / Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: I just passed my exam and finished yet another part of Shadows Entwined!🤩💙 It’s not super long this time. Due to my exam I decided to cut it a little short this time around, but I hope it’s still enjoyable😘💙

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Warnings: None💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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That day, all up on till the sun disappeared below the horizon, was relatively uneventful. While the sun stood in the sky, the turtles slept away in their rooms, while you, Damian and Barbara stayed in the Batcave with Alfred, keeping an eye on Bruce, and working away, trying to figure out where Ra’s al Ghul and Shredder was hiding out, and the much more pressing question; what were they working on? Why were the two villains working together?

You, Barbara and Damian had all decided to stay in costume, just in case any of the four terrapins would wake up. But as you pulled on your mask in your room, you couldn’t help but feel a rush in your stomach at the thought of the night before. What Leo had said about your face made you smile like crazy, and the thought of how close you had been to… how close you had been to kiss Leo made you gitty. Of course you couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if you had kissed, finding yourself daydreaming on your way down to the Batcave with a small skip in your step, thinking of how Leo’s lips would have felt against yours.

But then the sobering reality hit you as soon as you entered the Batcave, the sight of your still unconscious father reminding you of all the other things that happened the night before. The towering gothic halls of Arkham. How terrified you had been while Leo had been under the influence of the Crane Gass, unable to do anything as he seemed terrified that you wouldn’t look him in the eyes, even though you had never said such a thing. And how your father, the dark knight, was turned into a mutant bat before your very eyes. Suddenly your little daydream about the almost kiss with Leo wasn’t the only thing on your mind.

It was around dinner time that the turtles woke up. At that point the dark had already fallen over Gotham, the sun being hidden behind a thick layer of dark clouds, the city rarely having more than a few hours of life during the day.

Sitting down next to Leo as you ate, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the small smile he shot at you, his blue eyes twinkling a little as they searched for yours. It was clear that he also remembered the night before, both the good and the bad parts, seeming a little unsure if he was still in your good grace. But the smile you sent back at him, made him relax with a silent sigh, finally letting him eat without his heart jumping like mad.

After dinner, all of you went straight back to work, looking through any possible leads on where Ra’s and Shredder could be, while Alfred continued his care of Bruce, in the company of a worrisome Robin and a curious yet slightly scared Mikey. And then, lo and behold, Batgirl struck gold, showing you all her findings on the big screen of the computer.

“The Wayne Enterprises’ container ship that was moving the Cloud Seeder to Bludhaven, was hijacked last night”, Batgirl explained, reading up from her findings. “The thieves then smuggled the Cloud Seeder back into Gotham port”.

Raph grumbled with his arms crossed and his teeth clenched. “While we were dealing with those freaks in Arkham”. He was right. Arkham had been nothing but a distraction.

Donatello, who was seated in the chair right in front of the big computer, looked at the screen in thought, a finger tapping on his chin, before he seemed to have a realization, tapping away on the keys.

“With the machinery the Foot has stolen, I think they’re building something that’ll mix the ooze with Joker’s formula, and launch the Joker-ised ooze into the clouds above the city”, he said, pulling up pictures of the machinery for you all to see.

“And when it rains down, it’ll turn everyone in Gotham into a monster mutant like Batman”, Leo said, dreading in his voice. Having fought against mutant Batman was one thing, but a whole city? And not just any city, but your city. Yet another reason for Leo to hate everything the Foot and Shredder stood for.

“Dudes!”, Mikey yelled in eagerness from Batman’s table, causing all of you to turn, fearing the worst. Even Robin jumped from his chair, seemingly ready to fight whatever threat Mikey had seen. But there was no threat. Just Mikey screaming beside Bruce Wayne. “I’m freaking out here!”, he said, placing both hands on his head, as if he was trying to keep his mind from exploding. “Did everyone else know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?!”

The silence that followed, only broken by the smack of Raph’s face palm, spoke for the situation itself. You might not have been the biggest fan of Raph’s way of doing things, but you could not deny how much you related to that smack against his forehead.

“I mean, you knew the Batcave was under Wayne Manor”, Donnie said with a raised brow bone. He knew that his little brother wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw, but he had never thought that such a revelation would take so long for Mikey to realize.

“I’m just saying it’s a lot to take in”, Mikey said, stretching his face in thought, before he rested his elbows against Bruce, causing Alfred to see red in the corner of his eyes. “Rich and cool! Like leave something for the rest of us guy!” Alfred let out a loud sigh, before he started moving Mikey away from Bruce, causing the orange clad turtle to yell out in protest at the butler. “I’m going, I’m going, okay!”

You looked at Leo with a questionable look, and all he could do was sigh with a small nod. Yes, Mikey was always like that.

“Do we have any idea where Shredder and Ra’s are building this machine?”, you asked, turning back towards Batgirl and Donnie, feeling Leo’s eyes on you, along with the small tug at the corner of his mouth. Apparently you were asking the right questions. And much to your luck, that question sparked a thought in Batgirl’s head.

“I don’t know exactly how Joker makes his venom, but I do know where the components would be”, Batgirl said, leaning over Donnie in order to press on the computer keys. His small flustered expression made you choke down a chuckle. Oh, how you were going to press Batgirl with your knowledge. Even Leo seemed to notice, enhancing small glances with you. Both of you knew something, that much was obvious. Leo poked at Donnie with a small finger, causing the purple clad turtle to scowl at him. “Ace Chemicals”, Batgirl continued, pulling up a picture of the facility. “It’s where the Joker was created, when he fell into a vat of, you know, chemicals. So if they need venom, they’ll be there”.

“But it’s walled off”, Leo pointed out, noting the high walls and barbed wire. “Easy to defend”.

“So what?”, Raph said, sounding frustrated. “If they’re dugg in and ready for a fight, then we bring them a freaking fight”, he continued, slamming his fists together with a dark smile.

“We aren’t doing anything”, a deep voice sounded behind you. You turned in joy, seeing Alfred helping your father up to stand, Robin running to his side in order to help.

“Master Bruce you’re not well”, Alfred said in concern, wishing Bruce would sit down once again.

“I’m as well as I need to be”, Bruce grumbled, taking the drop out of his arm, his gaze turning to the turtles. He stared at them for a moment, before walking to his neatly folded costume on a nearby table. “Batgirl and Robin are coming with me to Ace. (H/N) stays in the manor. The turtles are going home”.

“What?”, Mikey exclaimed in sadness and shock as Bruce pulled on his costume over his head. “C’mon, we know your secret identity now! Our team up have been surmounted!”

“I gave you a change”, Bruce said in a stern voice, turning directly towards the terrapin brothers. “You four are impulsive, and you don’t follow orders”. His eyes narrowing at them. “I want you out of Gotham!”

“Uh, father”, Robin said, his small frame stepping between them. “Look, it pains me to say this, but the turtles saved you in Arkham. They are valiant allies! Even the dumb one! Michelangelo”.

“Hey!”, Mikey exclaimed in a displeased expression. “Not cool!”

“If it wasn’t for them, Joker would have never gotten close enough to inject me in the first place”, Bruce said in a scowl as he closed the clasp on his cape, before pulling the mask up over his head, once again becoming the dark knight of Gotham City, before turning his back to them. “This is not up for discussion”.

Leo felt the burning stair from Batman, telling him to do exactly as he had been told too. To leave Gotham. But Leo’s heart stung at the thought, because leaving Gotham meant not just leaving the city, but leaving you. Leo once again thought back to the visions he had seen under the influence of the Crane Gass. How he had scared you. How you had feared him. He still did not know if these visions had been real, but never did he wish for those visions to be real. He hoped that none of it had been true and just his mind playing tricks on him. But in reality, Leo did not know. He remembered how scared that you had been when you entered Arkham, and how fearful you had been when you walked the halls, and the more Leo thought about it, the more it unsettles him. Maybe Batman was right. Maybe it was best if you stayed in the Wayne Manor where you could be safe while Batman, Robin and Batgirl headed out. And maybe, just maybe it was best if Leo and his brothers left. Leo had scared you once and he did not wish to do it again, even if it was going to hurt him.

“Maybe he’s right”, Leo mumbled, looking down at his feet, not wanting to meet your confused eyes. He could almost hear your heart crack just a little inside your chest, not wanting to believe what you were hearing as he turned towards his brothers. “Following Batman’s lead took us to Arkham and distracted us from Shredder”, he said, not noticing the deepening frown on Raph’s face. We’d be better off on your own”.

“No! No! He ain’t right!”, Raph yelled, pushing back his brothers so he could storm forward. He pushed the leader in blue so hard that he tumbled, only just catching himself before he fell onto you, your eyes meeting once again, sending shock waves through the two of you. Leo felt his mouth dry out as he stared into your eyes, knowing full well that they would be the hardest thing for him to leave behind. The hurt in your eyes and the way his heart was aching, making him freeze in place, unsure of what to do or say. Leo did not want to go. He did not want to leave you. Could he just stand there and look at you forever he would, but sadly, your father did want it to be like that.

“Look, Batman”, Raph said, making his way to your father, who was busy assembling his beloved utility belt. “I get it! The whole brooding loner thing, sitting on top of roof tops, mumbling about how you’re the only one that can stand up to evil in your own city. That’s my whole deal! I love that stuff! And I totally agree that my brothers are annoying, unbearably so sometimes”.

“Uhm”, Leo said, finally realizing that Raph had been talking the whole time the two of you had been locked in each other’s eyes. “Where are you going with this?”

“Teh!”, Raph said annoyed, turning back to Batman. “That’s why. When things get though, I don’t even bother with them. I go off on my own and do things my way!”

“He does do that”, Donnie said, Mikey agreeing with a sounding nod.

“Still doesn’t explain where he’s going”, you whispered, making Leo hum in agreement.

“Yeah, but here’s the thing”, Raph continued. “Every single time, I just get into more trouble and my brothers have to bail me out”.

"It's true!”, Mikey chimed in. “Every time”.

“Sure we make mistakes. Sure we make the wrong moves”, Raph went on, ignoring his little brother. “But we can’t get better-”. Raph grabbed onto Batman’s arm in order to turn him around to face him, making you, Batgirl, Robin and Alfred gasp in surprise. No one just grabbed onto Batman nor Bruce Wayne like that. That was just not how it worked. “-If you don’t trust us”. The turtles, seeming to understand the severity of Raph’s actions, watched with wide eyes. Donnie even covered his mouth, Leo’s eyes going wide and Mikey gasping out loud. Batman said nothing but just narrowed his eyes at the square jawed mutant, almost daring him to continue. “We’re a family, and learning from your mistakes together, is how a family works”.

“This is not a family”, Batman rumbled, bumping his shoulder against Raph’s as he walked past him. “It’s a team”.

“Ain’t that the same thing?”

That comment made Batman halt in his actions. It was as if those words had touched a nerve deep within him. Batman said nothing but stared forward, his thoughts running wild in his head. Raph’s words echoing in his head as he looked to Alfred, Robin, you and Batgirl and then to the turtles, only to notice how close all of you were standing. And how you and Leo seemed to seek each other out in the small crowd. Just like he had noticed the two of you do in Arkham. And on the roof. Even during your first meeting and fight together.

“You’re right”, he finally said, making you all stare at him in disbelief. You felt your palm begin to sweat as Batman made his way towards Leo, determination in his eyes. “Let’s stop Ra’s and Shredder”, he said, before extending a hand to the leader of the turtles. “Together”.

Leo looked at Batman’s hand, extending his own hand in order to shake it, when suddenly…

“Awesome! Dips on the Batmobile!”, Mikey yelled, jumping over the head of a growling Raph, skipping right by you in a rush and right through Leo and Batman’s handshake.

“Uh, we have our own ride”, Leo said after Mikey, not sure if his forgetful lille brother actually was able to remember it.

“You do?”, Batgirl asked Donnie in confusion, causing Donnie to beam with innocent pride, thinking of the van he had tuned up.

“Yeah, we didn’t walk here from New York”, Donnie smiled, secretly hoping that Batgirl would ask about the van.

“Don’t care!”, Mikey yelled, already inside Batman’s car, fastening his seatbelt. “Called the Batmobile!”

Batman looked from Mikey to Leo, his eyes lingering at him for a moment before giving him a small nod. It was time to find Shredder and Ra’s.

[accio-victuuri]

Sugar Rush : October CPNs

This was an insane month to say the least, I’m not even exaggerating. Things happened that will go down in fandom history. Our detective skills in looking for places and trying to piece a story was tested and the clowning was at it’s peak. I would have to say that by far, this year, it’s this month that generated lots of noise. Both sides were just throwing sweets at us and we can’t even keep up.

It also proved once more the charm of turtle cpns and why context, history and time is important to fully enjoy a candy:

“The charm of turtle candy is that it is incomplete. It is not a one-time solution. You feel suspicious at the beginning, but you are more sure later, and then at some unknown moment in the future, you suddenly get it. The correct answer, everything forms a closed loop, it's so cool”

• YH poster for WYB is from a BJYX fansite

• On 10/1, there has been some talk about WYB’s hair hiding beneath his beanie when he arrived at the airport to Paris. People’s guess is that he is blonde. Some people are connecting it to the blonde character in the XZS vlog.

People are free to interpret this however they want, as a candy, it appears to ZZ giving us a clue as to WYB dyeing his hair. Personally tho, this person is a member of GG’s staff & his friend who also takes part in putting out the amazing materials we get. People particularly remembered one of them had blonde hair during MFW. Anyway, I understand why people are so happy about this & interpreting it the way they do and go ahead and it this if you want 🍭

It also doesn’t help that the character kinda looks like WYB in Paris which is some next level coincidence. I can’t even with this fandom.

• I’m adding this beautiful analysis of Pie @potteresque-ire about the Mid Autumn festival photos posted by our boys. It’s technically from last month but i already published it before I read this meta. It just gives more weight to the meaning of it aside from how it matches 🌙

• Mengniu exhibit with zz and wyb standees

• Camera/Leica CPN : This has actually become everyone’s favorite candy of the year. It started out so simple and almost like a galaxy brain sort of clowning but both sides ended up “confirming” what we speculated. I have talked about this at length and in different parts below :

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

10/6, WYB continues to show off his camera. Almost all the photos in the set released by YBO, he is holding it, and there are falling cameras on Weibo in that post!!!! 📸

There is also this CPN on what WYB is taking a photo of and with people using google earth and comparing, they found out it’s the number 23. What a beautiful number. He really loves it! ♥️

• Same place, different times. This is so bittersweet to me. One day, they will get that Romantic Paris getaway together 🖤

• XZ 1005 birthday CPNs : one // two 🎂

• A photography studio shared a shot of GG for his bday and the kadian is 18:23. This same company also released a bday photo for WYB’s. They have worked with the boys a couple of time.

• The same description of something being like a film

• Glasswork art piece from France that could have been a gift and souvenir for GG

• Camping site and it’s connection to WYB selfie - At this point, there’s been so many “evidence” collected by bxgs and the most accurate date is really 8/14-8/15 that this “celebration” was done. There are also posts from people who visited the place and a motorcycle “parade” took place, so we know it’s a popular place to ride your moto. It’s one of the “services” they provide and looks like something that WYB took advantage of.

• Is one of the photographers yibo? 📸

• GG’s rope necklace and it’s meaning

• XZS birthday video taking some inspiration from a queer themed short film “we are animals”

• The camping trip was a team building of XZS and YBO?

• Both of them so sexy 🔥🔥🔥🔥

• 10/12 ZSWW rumor house & fake story content 🤍

• WYB’s 10/13 Selfie : part one / part two

• A galaxy brain cpn of XZS 10/13 post’s caption

• On 10/16, XZ released a tribute song which is government sponsored of course. In the past months, the go-to person we usually see singing for these causes is WYB and now it’s XZ. This is not exactly CPN, but i like the way that they are both people seen as positive influences and may be used to sing for certain events. Maybe one day they can do a duet? LOL.

• This one is so funny, there is an interview in a Taiwan TV show i guess. and the question was, “Talk about the general interests of gay men in Taiwan” ; the person answering is also gay and he said it’s : fitness, mountain climbing, raising cats, and Shiba Inu. 😂😂😂😂

LOL. Why does it remind us of two people? It’s so specific. Who have always wanted to raise both a car and a dog (shiba inu) and is currently loving fitness and mountain climbing. They might as well add camping on there 🤪🤪🤪

I don’t really believe in stereotypes and that there is a certain “checklist” that makes you gay or whatever— your interests are personal and what you enjoy. maybe you will be influenced by your environment but just do what you want. Tho I understand why this was so amusing to c-turtles cause they immediately thought of ZZ & WYB when they saw this.

• Even holding the camera is the same 😂✌🏼like a true photographer. Not acting all cute and using a camera to “pose” but actually using it.

• Updated mole signature by XZS

• XZS video x Bottled Joy Parallel. 🫶🏼 ; and the fact that Bobo’s is by Bottled Joy, a brand who is known to be BJYX bias ( allegedly ) . Tho this was most likely filmed before that XZS video. A happy coincidence. && This is the renewal we have been waiting for.

• Luoyang Tourism video uses a BGM of a song by ZZ

• BJYX and Skydiving 🪂

• 130 fake rumors compilation

• Wuzhen Day 3 Yibo shirt CPN ⛳️

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See you all next month for another round up! 💛

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[yellow-computer-mouse]

hey!!! i cooked up some good ol book 8 spoilers for everyone! :)

uh. trigger warning for:

wof spoilers

being burned alive

almost drowning (very short mention)

lmk if you want a part two! that would be much fluffier and mostly consist of winter just. wanderin around bein silly :p

around 2 and a half pages in google docs!!! i cooked!!!!!

Hurt.

That’s all Winter could feel after colliding with Peril.

Hurt and fire and smoke, dashing across his scales and choking him until he thought he’d die of suffocation before immolation. He tipped his wings, falling backwards and plummeting to the ground. It cleared the smoke from his face, but the rush of air only fueled the fire. It grew stronger as Winter fell, burning faster and harder until all he could feel was hurt, all he could hear was flames crackling as wind whistled past him, faster and faster-

He hit something. Hard. He felt the pain burst through his shoulder and arm and ribs. He gasped, convulsing as he did. The smoke was building around his face again, asphyxiating him again. It hurt, it hurt so bad, worse than anything he’d felt before. He felt a scream tear out of him, bloody and raw and scraped with the fumes of burning.

He couldn’t breathe. Whether it was the smoke, or his voice not letting him stop, or simply his dying convulsions, he couldn’t manage to breathe. His lungs burned just as much as the rest of him.

He felt himself shrieking, sobbing, convulsing as the fire licked over his scales, eating up all the oxygen around him for itself. He tried to choke something out, not sure if anyone could hear him over the flames roaring. It was so loud.

“No- I-”

“T-tell Moon I- t-that-” He sobbed, feeling his muscles tremor beyond his control, using his body’s last reserves for themselves. He tried to cry out his friend’s name again, but his voice mercifully gave out. He tried to breathe, but there wasn’t any air left for him. The fire burned, it burned-

Something cold surrounded him. Something cold and wet that burned worse than the fire did. He thrashed, but it just made it worse, spraying up and around him and surrounding him completely, pulling him back and forth, tossing his limp body around like some sort of cat-and-mouse. He tried to breathe, but it filled his throat, his lungs-

Cold. He felt cold. He had felt a chill in the air before, but it had never reached him quite like this. He shivered. Was this what dying felt like?

Pressure. Sharp and heavy and insistent, sparking sharp bursts of pain in his shoulder and arm and ribs. He sputtered, shuddering pathetically as he coughed up the horrible choking thing that had dragged him down so quickly.

“Winter!” The voice was so sharp, so sudden. He startled, hissing frostbreath at the speaker-

-but nothing came. Why didn’t it work? His frostbreath always worked. He coughed up more water- water, it was water- and collapsed, feeling his arms give way. He trembled from cold and pain and exhaustion and fear. He was scared. Why was he so scared?

He felt something small and smooth roll over his scales, gently taking away the lingering burning feeling. Surely he was dying. He heard a soft, muffled voice. The Great Ice Dragon, he thought wearily.

“No,” they said. “It’s just Turtle.”

“...Turtle?” What an odd name for an IceWing.

“Not an IceWing, dude.” What? “Uhh… hello? C-can you see me?”

Winter blinked. He could see vague colorful blurs around him, black and pale and green. A green shape waved in front of his face, and he recoiled, hissing defensively. His frostbreath, yet again, didn’t come.

“Hey, whoa… Chill. I-it’s just me. Turtle? From your winglet?”

Winglet…?

Turtle laughed nervously. “Y-yeah. At Jade Mountain?”

Jade Mountain? That… sounded familiar.

“Me and Qibli? And Moon?”

Moon. Right. And Peril…

Peril.

Fire, dancing across his scales, choking and smothering and burning, moons, it burned-

“Winter! Dude! I-it’s okay..” Winter blinked at him, trying to get his eyes to focus. He couldn’t quite manage, and Turtle remained blurry. “Here, l-let’s go. We’re gonna take you to Mayfly’s.” He heard footsteps leading away from him, and he struggled a little. His arms gave way to exhaustion under him as he tried to prop himself up, dropping him back into the dirt. He whined. What a pathetic groveling sound.

Turtle turned back around, staring at him. At least, that’s what Winter thought. He was very blurry.

He heard someone walk closer. Their pale shape drew nearer, trying to lift Winter.

“Alright, here we go,” Qibli said, nosing Winter’s ribs gently. The warmth from his scales made Winter tense, but there wasn’t much he could do as Qibli dragged him up by the scruff of his neck. Winter would normally complain, but… he was so cold.

And everything hurt.

And it was so, so nice to be carried.

He didn’t register the walk to Mayfly’s hut, nor being dropped unceremoniously onto a cot. He whined softly, stretching his right wing out gently to try and search for Qibli. All he succeeded in doing was catching his claw on Mayfly’s chest.

“Hey,” she said lowly. “Hold still.” He complied as he felt her move closer, peering at him cautiously. She stepped back and turned towards Qibli and Moon. “What happened?”

“Firescales,” Moon said. “We- uh, we put out the fire, but…” She just nodded towards Winter. He didn’t understand what that meant.

“He also almost drowned. So, uh. Maybe check that out,” Qibli added, worry peeking through his tone. It made Winter wonder just how bad he was doing.

Mayfly looked back over at him, studying him once more. “Of course,” she murmured, seeming more focused on Winter than before. He felt her poke and prod at him, examining his burns intently. He closed his eyes, wanting some reprieve from the bright lights and his muddled, fearful thoughts. Only for a moment, he thought.

Winter felt awfully warm. It was too warm for the Ice Kingdom. Was he lower in the territory? He couldn’t remember much of anything, just fire and falling and feeling too warm. Did I fall asleep with Hailstorm again? he wondered, frowning. He really didn’t want to be in SkyWing territory… or even lower IceWing. Their parents would be so mad. He stretched his wings out, searching for the other dragonet beside him.

“Hailstorm?” he called, trying to find his brother. His eyes weren’t working. Why couldn’t he see? What happened to him? “Hailstorm??” Where was his brother? Why was he all alone?

“H-Hailstorm?” Nothing.

“Hailstorrrrmmm??” Nothing.

“Stooorrmyyyy?” Nothing. He felt so hopeless, so lost. Where was Hailstorm? Was this another rankings test? He shuddered, remembering his first. How scared he was in the blizzard. He wanted his brother.

He tried again, crying out for his brother. “Stormy?” he whimpered.

He heard footsteps. Heavy, staggered, slow. Terrified, he bundled himself into a little ball, trying to hide. It wasn’t Hailstorm, he knew that much. He couldn’t see.

“Hey,” growled a deep voice. He curled up smaller. “What do you want?”

Winter didn’t respond.

The dragon’s voice softened. They sounded familiar. If only he could remember who they were…

“...Winter? Isn’t that what they said your name is?” He shivered under his wings. He had never been cold before. Why was he cold? He was cold and warm all at the same time, and he couldn’t find his brother. He mewled, like the little hatchling he was, searching for his brother. The strange dragon stepped closer, pausing before gently wrapping their wings around him. They seemed unsure, hesitant. A little uncomfortable.

Winter opened his eyes. Warm brown enveloped him. Right. He was in Mayfly’s hut in Possibility. He wasn’t with Hailstorm. Hailstorm was gone.

Mayfly sighed, muttering something under her breath. Winter couldn’t quite pick up on it, too worn out to care. He just laid still, feeling a whine build in his throat. He shouldn’t. He knew that. He wasn’t a hatchling anymore.

Everything hurt. He had no idea what “home” was anymore, his friends had left town, he was alone and cold and scared and warm. Too warm. Far too warm.

He whimpered, unbelievably soft, as he drew his wings around himself again. He heard Mayfly perk from her corner of the hut where she had been shuffling something.

“You alright?” she asked, not making any move towards him. He let out another soft, pained noise, shivering. He heard Mayfly stand, lumbering over to him again.

“Winter?” she asked. He didn’t know her very well (if at all), but her voice was softer than usual. He mewled again. She sighed, going quiet for a bit. “Let me get you another salve. It might help.”

[jasminegazer]

Chapter 8 Part 2

Shredder’s Private Dojo 7 Weeks Earlier

Karai’s tea felt warm on her lips. Her uncles recipe as she had been told. An aura of calm swept through her body like a spell.

That made sense. He always seemed magical in her memories. So full of life and joy. It brought the best out of many. Including her father.

But that man who used to smirk and laugh and tease with her uncle was not the same man across the chabudai in that moment. Not much proof was needed for this to be clear. Just by walking in the room he felt dark and cold like a forgotten corpse in the snow. Not many of Karais memories of her younger father were intact. Partly due to how long ago it was. Partly due to the fact that her parents went on missions frequently throughout her childhood. Partly due to the effects of her. . . “surgery”

But she could recall certain distinctions. His laughter. His smirks. His gentle yet firm arms as he carried the girl on his shoulder. Yet Karai could have been confusing him with her oji. That happened often. Sometimes when she tried to picture her father’s face without his helmet and mask all she could see was her oji.

Her train of thoughts along with the eerie silence of the room was broken by her sensei. “TCRI has located mutants within the city.”

What?

Mutants? The very demons who proved to be even more wretched than yokai and even oni by killing a quarter of the clan? Including her oji and . . .

mama.

“They have hired us to retrieve and deliver a specific 4. Turtles.” Her sensei rose from his seiza and moved slowly to the earthen walls of the dojo. A mural of a battle was painted on it. The face of the general was illuminated by the light of the surrounding rooms. Arms crossed behind his back he continued. “Their objective is to bring them back to their new stronghold alive and unharmed.”

Karai broke from her silence, letting one of her many questions slip out of her mouth. “What is wrong with their original stronghold?”

“Why do you think they want a specific 4 and not all of them? Yet.” Her sensei’s voice oozed with disgust and disappointed from her stupidity.

Wait. There are MORE!

“They are dangerous and skilled. Not to be taken lightly. Do you understand?”

Karai straightened at the cold remarks shaking her shock away as best as she could.

“Hai Sensei.”

Her father turned to her with a softer expression(at least from what she could guess).

“Which is why I will trust you with the mission.”

What?

Her father opened the door to the small balcony that viewed over the training rooms. She followed but made sure to keep a distance behind him. “You are to go undercover at the school the mutants are attending. Recover as much information as needed, report back to me as needed, and then.” In one fluent motion a kunai was thrown, barely missing Karai’s cheek as it flew and splintered itself into a wall. “Strike when the time is right.”

Karai thought over the proposal. Mutants were dangerous enough on their own from what she had been taught but trained warriors . . .

No. She had been training her whole life to avenge her clan. Her family. She couldn’t back down at the sight of a challenge.

“Hai Sensei.”

Shredder stayed seemingly frozen as he gazed onto the troops. That was her cue to leave. But as she started to he continued. “And one more thing.”

Karai’s eyes widened slightly. What? Did she miss something? A cue? A part of her mission?

“Ensure that there are as few survivors as possible. But of course leave no mess behind.”

“But our goal is to keep the mutants alive and unharmed.” Surprise and fear rushed in her body. Why was he being so cruel? Something’s wrong.

“I said their goal is to keep them alive and unharmed. I however have other plans.” His voice oozed with a substance like venom. Cold, dark, and insuring death upon those it landed on. Or in this case a deathly chill upon Karai. “But I am confident that you will be successful.” Another kunai was thrown this time slicing Karai’s cheek. She wanted to run but her muscles dared not move other than to allow a small gasp past her lips. “Correct, my daughter?”

Fear, as she had learned as a child was a very powerful thing. Flexible as nunchaku deadly as katana. But she had to remain the stronghold her father was determined to have her be. No matter what. ‘No exceptions, my daughter.’

“Hai Father.”

“Do not forget your place, child.”

. . .

“Hai Sensei.”

Somewhere in Harlem Present Day

What are you doing? Why are you holding back? Just KILL THEM.

Karai had her enemies trembling before her. Weakened and with no escape. The perfect opportunity to finish this.

So why couldn’t she do this. Why were her muscles held strained and taught? Messages from the inner thoughts in her brain were being sent to her body. But it refused to move like a rambunctious child.

You have one mission in your life. One. Just. Complete. It.

She was already in the perfect stance. Her weapon had been sharpened to a t. All she had to do was strike. Just. Strike.

Have you forgotten what they did to you? The foot? Your family? Complete the mission. Kill them.

Raph was so fucked.

His twin was gone. His youngest brother was gone. And the brother he did have with him was trembling next to him.

And what was the worst thing? He was helpless to protect any of them. Hell, he could barely catch his breath right now through the white hot pain of his own shell.

Why was this taking so long? Shouldn’t they be dead right now? He couldn’t hear Donnie screaming in agony?

Raph dared to pry his eyes open only to be met with their attackers amber ones. They were like some kind of cobra, piercing through the night and into his soul. Her eyes were wide in what he assumed to be cunning bloodlust. Her blade was raised so that one swift swing could slice Donnie’s head open like a can of tuna.

With the renewed fear Raph looked to his little brother. His nerdy sassy little brother. Who beat him at almost every video game he played. Who . . . had his arm stretched out infront of his body?

Was he really still trying to protect him? Cause he was pretty sure they were past that hope of someone making it out of this. They were both pretty royally fucked.

. . . Holy shit he’s trying to take the blow.

With that thought in mind, Raph squeezed Donnie’s shoulder harder and tried pushing his little brother back behind him. No way was he gonna take this blow. No damn way was Raph gonna let him do that while he could still protect the only brother he had left now.

Redirecting his gaze, he looked back up at there attacker with wide frightened eyes. Her eyes were sharp but her pupils remained unfocused as she looked the 2 turtles up and down. Weapon still raised.

And then her gaze . . . softened.

And then for a moment a wave of silence washed away the tension as eyes met eyes.

Breaking the silence, their attacker swiftly lowered her blade and muttered something under her breath (judging by the tone it sounded like a curse but the word itself was completely incoherent to Raph). She then spoke up. “The southern dock. Third warehouse down the row. Your associates are there. But you must leave now. TCRI is to retrieve them by midnight.”

Why the hell were they in a warehouse? How was TCRI involved with any of this? Why were these black market exchanges always at midnight?

Their attacker sheathed her weapon and took slow steps to the edge of the roof. Stopping briefly she turned her head slightly, one eye looking at them. “You may leave now. But this.” She paused before continuing. “Isn’t over.”

Raph was still processing all the information that had been dump on him like a waterfall. It took a few minutes before he could respond. “Thank-” When he looked up she was already gone.

Holy SHIT. What time is it?

Raph quickly yanked his phone from the pouch on his belt. Already 10:30?! They had to move now if what that random lady said was right. Without thinking Raph jumped to his feet and started off the roof to the dock.

But his younger brother nearly tripped him. Donnie was frozen in place, huffing air like it was evading him as fast as it had entered him.

“Donnie! Come on! We gotta go!”

He didn’t react to Raph was saying or doing but only flinched at the shouting. His breathing picking up speed.

Oh

Raph knew when his brothers were having these moments he needed to give them time and space. But they currently had zero time and the panic made him feel like they were loosing space for tension.

So Raph tried to find a middle ground by kneeling next to his brother. His arm firmly placed on his shoulder to ground the purple clad turtle. “D.”

This time Donnie looked up at Raph. Panic and confusion written all over his face. Raph didn’t really know what to do so he settled on trying to pull a Leo.“Come on. Let’s bring our brothers home.”

That seemed to readjust the young genius. “Right. Let’s go.”

After the elder of the two help the younger up, the ran back onto the rooftops once again. This time determined to bring their brothers home once for all.

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So yeah this chapter is a little long. But hopefully that’s a really good thing. Hope y’all enjoy this chapter and soak yourselves in the tiny bit of fluff and relief I gave you because you won’t be able to have that for a little bit. Again hope you guys like this chapter and my story because I’m tryna rap it up before Tottmnt(I probably won’t though). Cowabunga turtle fanz!

[lightyaoigami]

reduce, reuse, recycle • rated M

death note kinktober day 15: bondage • read here or on ao3 • part of down bad

"Wait."

Light rolled his eyes. L was hovering over him, knees pressing into the twin XL bed that came standard in all on-campus housing.

"For what?" Light demanded. "It's two in the morning. I didn't answer your u up? text to come here and lie on the same piece of shit prison mattress that I have in my own room."

L clambered off of him, mind elsewhere and pupils dilated, and scurried to his desk. Light narrowed his eyes as he heard what he surmised to be L emptying the minifridge that sat next to his workstation.

"So?" Light barked. "I'm getting very tired, L. If we aren't actively copulating in the next ten minutes, I'm going to sleep."

"A-ha!" L's voice carried through the wall as his footsteps drew closer.

"Shut your eyes," he said, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. Light's patience was wearing thin – he'd had an 8:00am lab, which necessitated waking up at 6:00am to run. His brain was starting to shut down; but, at the sound of L's voice, gravely in the wee hours, his body rebelled against sleep. He shut his eyes.

L's fingers closed around Light's wrist, bringing it up over his head. He resisted the urge to peek when he felt something constructing him, fastening his hand limply to the bedpost.

"Okay," L said. "You can look now."

Light opened his eyes slowly. Around his wrist was a six-pack yoke.

L’s eyes were practically glowing. In his hand rested a can of Mountain Dew.

“What the fuck,” Light said.

“Mm,” L replied, setting the can on his nightstand. “You’re like a helpless leatherback turtle. These yokes are very dangerous for them, you know. That’s why you’re supposed to cut them up before disposing of them.”

Light looked at him with a level of incredulity he did not know he possessed.

“A turtle,” he repeated.

“Exactly,” L said. “And I am a beneficent environmentalist.” He sat down on the bed next to Light’s head and began to stroke his nose with the tip of his finger. Light wondered if L had somehow snorted approximately 100 bags of ketamine while he wasn’t looking.

“You poor thing,” L continued. “Trapped here by the actions of a thoughtless, callous capitalist society. It’s very lucky that I was here.”

He leaned down next to Light’s ear. “Stay very still. I am going to help you.”

Something was happening to Light. He was, possibly, having some kind of neurological event. That was the only explanation for the fact that he was, somehow, undeniably aroused in spite of, or potentially as a direct result of, this perplexing pelagic scenario. He decided to unpack this at a later date, when his blood supply was swirling around his brain where it belonged, and not rushing willy-nilly to other, baser parts of him. He bit hard on the inside of his cheek. It was critical, he felt, to maintain the impression that he was not at all sexually interested in L’s fantasy of saving endangered sea creatures; so he lay silently and let his eyes flutter closed while L continued to stroke his nose.

After a moment of pleasant silence, there was a sound next to Light’s ear. In his after-midnight stupor, he thought he might have truly transformed into a turtle, and the sound in his ear was rushing waves as he was magnanimously rescued and returned to the warm, safe waters of the South Pacific. He opened one eye, lazily, to see L shaking the can of Mountain Dew very close to him – too close, even. L had a malevolent glint in his eye as his nose-stroking hand moved towards the tab in slow motion.

“Don’t –”

It was too late. A forceful gush of soda drenched them both as L popped the can open.

“You like that, don’t you,” L said.

“Nope. No. I’m not. Ugh.”

“Shhhhh,” L said. “Turtles belong in the ocean.” 

[jestersmonsters]

Jester's Monster AU

Part 8

Warnings(for all parts, not just this one): Blood, gore, general angst, panic attacks, violence, death, dismemberment, attempted cannibalism (from vampires & werewolves), trauma, possible bad writing (I try), and the closest thing to realistic trauma responses I can get in a tmnt monster au.

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What to do now.... Donnie was writhing in Raph's arms, water dripping down his jaws as his newly grown in fangs had pierced the metal bottle that had been stuck in there, and it was getting hard to hold him still. Oh! The moon room! Whenever there was a full moon, his brothers would all put him in there to keep everyone safe during his rampages. Maybe it'd also be useful for this situation. Then he could go make sure Casey was okay. "Alright, bud. Let's get you somewhere safe." He said, carrying him off.

With no hands free, it was difficult to open the door, but somehow, he managed with a combination of his foot and tail to get both locks off and to push the door open. Inside, it was mostly barren although the walls were padded, and there were multiple destroyed mattresses inside as well as food scraps. Aiming at one of the tattered old mattresses, Raph just threw Donnie inside and quickly backed away and shut the door. There was a thud on the other side of the door and some hissing followed by slight shuffling and silence. On the outside of the room there were a couple monitors connected to security cameras inside so Raph could see that Donnie had just slammed into the door then quickly gave up and flopped down on the mattress he'd been thrown onto and curled up like a cat. He'd kept the water bottle in his mouth for some reason. It was odd that he hadn't just dropped it. There was a smaller door to the side that they used to get food into the room since on full moons, Raph really calmed down with a full stomach. Hopefully, this worked the same way.

After making sure Donnie would be okay, he rushed off to check on Casey. He was just sitting alone in the med bay, cleaning and patching the bite he'd gotten. "You alright?" Raph asked, stepping closer. "The bite will heal fine, yeah. I've had worse." he assured. "I'm worried about Donnie, though." he added, looking up at Raph, who bit his lip and crossed his arms. "Well.... I stuck him in the moon room. So that bit's taken care of. You sure the bite is fine, though? I mean.... that's how Don got turned in the first place." he muttered, looking down at the fresh bandages. Casey suddenly looked very worried. "THAT'S how it works?! I don't even.... Oh God, I don't even know what this is. So it's like Rabies?!" he panicked, causing Raph to throw up his hands reassuringly. "No, it'll be alright! It's not like rabies. It won't kill you. Or I mean.... it will, but not forever. I think." "WHAT?!" "Well- Um... it's not as bad as it sounds. I promise. Vampires are like.... undead. They're still alive technically, but you saw how Don had no heartbeat, yeah? And for some reason, they die in the sunlight. Also, they gotta drink blood and all to survive. I dunno how it all works. But that's like... the basics." Raph explained quickly. Casey didn't look less worried, but his shoulders relaxed. He put a hand to his neck like he was checking for a pulse. "Well, I'm not dead yet, so that's... something. " He said, taking a deep breath. "Alright. It'll be fine." he breathed, smiling nervously as his wings trembled.

Just then, Leo's portal opened, and the blue turtle stepped through, Mikey following behind him. Leon had a couple of shopping bags filled with blood pouches. "Got the groceries!" He announced, setting the bags down. "Where's Donnie?" Mikey asked, scanning the room. "I dropped him in the moon room. He uhm.... bit Casey." Raph answered. To which, both turtles winced. "Eugh.... That's not good. Alright, I'll go feed the beast. Then Mike can tell us all what he learned." Leon said, grabbing like four blood bags from his haul and sprinting off.

Once at the moon room, Leon checked the camera once before slipping the pouches in the food slot. Inside, Donnie near immediately dropped the bottle in his mouth and pounced, spilling some of the blood as his fangs punctured the nearest one, and he began drinking. He drained two and a half of them before he paused in his actions, blinking a few times as confusion set into his expression. Looks like he was back.

[me-paina]

ROTTMNT prompts for fanfic

Alright, ROTTMNT fans! What I promised is what I shall serve.

I few things to note (Read before looking at prompts) -

These prompts vary in length, some are very short, while others provide a more detailed plot for you to write about (if you want to). All of these ideas originated in my mind and may have been inspired by various fanfics but that's only a few. As a multi-fandom artist and reader/writer, I apologise for the numerous crossover fics, but I can assure you that most, if not half, of them involve different iterations of TMNT.

ALSO - Another thing to note is that the ROTTMNT turtles will always be the youngest!

These are my headcanons for ages -

Rise - (Post-invasion) TMNT 2012 - (Post-series)

- Raph - 16 - 23 (all the same age)

- Leo - 15

- Donnie - 15

- Mikey - 14

TMNT 2003 - (Post-series) TMNT 1987 - (Post-series)

- 32 (all the same age) - 48 (all the same age)

I’m going to be straightforward and say most of the crossover stories I’ve created imply that the series has finished, such as the ones for 12, 03, and 87. For "Rise," it would either be after the invasion has ended (like 8 months or so) or at the end of the movie where Leo is saved from the Prison Dimension.

So just remember that.

How do I use your prompts?

Well for starters, I only have one rule you must follow. If you could please say in your summary that this prompt was made by me and tag me in it that would be nice.

You can use the gift for [me_paina]

or

Inspired by [me_paina]

Here is my ao3 acc - me_paina

You don't have to do this part, but I would really appreciate it if you could send me a direct message or a note to let me know you’re going to write about my prompt. You might wonder why, it's simply because I’d love to read it when you post it. Thank you! Ok, now for what you have all been waiting for. (Sorry for the long ass information T^T)

ROTTMNT - (ONLY)

- From a very young age, Leo knew he was different. While all of his brothers got to go to the surface, he was stuck down here with their father, and every time when he was with his father he only heard the stupid shows he liked to watch. When his brothers trained with weapons and Lou Jitsu movies playing in the background, he had to stay in his room because it was “too dangerous” for him. He just wanted to do something and not feel so left out. Sure, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t really read anything, or that he couldn’t really SEE anything for that matter. Donnie couldn’t see either; he needed those big glasses that rested on his face to see, but he was still allowed to go. Didn’t Leo just need those too in order to go as well? Or Leo is blind and feels left out.

- Leo longed for that voice again. The grumpy yet gently reassuring voice, that told him everything would be okay, that when the pain felt unbearable, they would quickly rush over and would come to offer something to make that pain go away. Sometimes, that voice would hurt him, but he’d heard it was necessary to soothe him later on, and well, whatever he did helped immensely as he couldn't feel nearly the amount of pain he felt back then. But, should he really remember any of that? Donnie had told him that before their mutation, they weren't fully aware; they were just pets for humans to take care of. They were alive, yet in a way, they weren't really “alive” like humans or what they are now. So why could he recall that? It clearly happened before his mutation, as he remembered the voice talking about numbers, chemicals and such.  But it raises more questions when Dad randomly told us that they were created to be soldiers. Engineered to be as strong and durable as possible to fend off humans. Did that mean what he remembered involved being experimented on? But that didn't seem right... Right? Leo mentioned this to Donnie before, and Donnie just shrugged and said, “Even if it were true—which it isn’t—it sounds like you have Stockholm syndrome, Nardo.”  But it couldn’t be true. He just knew that the voice loved him. Why did Dad even suggest the soldier theory??? It didn’t make sense because… Who would want a blind soldier? Or Leo remembers his pre-mutation with Draxum and Draxum. Is trying to figure out why one of the turtles is chronically ill and blind, changing his trajectory and stopping his idea of having soldiers. He might not seem as bad as he is. (I just want a really cute Father and son moment with Draxum ok… leave me alone)

(Sorry this one is going to be long) - At that time, he wanted soldiers. Soldiers who could fend off those pesky humans and perhaps even destroy them. He had no desire to deal with humans ever since they had forced the hidden city to become their home. So, he did what anyone with a reasonable mind would do: he made a deal with Big Mama, took the human that was somehow really strong, stole four different turtles and experimented on them. However, things took a turn with the last part of the plan. People thought he was always angry and grumpy, someone who would experiment on anything alive or not. What they didn’t know was that he was actually a big softy with too much empathy for his own liking. When he brought the turtles back to his lab, he immediately noticed the turtle with the red stripes struggling to breathe and survive. He understood that things would never be the same. He convinced himself that he wanted the turtle to live so that the experiment wouldn't be in vain, but deep down, he realised that the turtle filled a dark void in his heart. He wanted to protect that turtle, and not just him, all of them. He had always wanted children, but over the years, he realised that due to his past and his reputation, he couldn't bring a child into that situation. However, seeing the four turtles made him long for that desire once again. Perhaps it was time to turn over a new leaf. Instead of his original plan of harming the humans, he had another idea. If they were more like them, we wouldn't have to hide anymore, we wouldn’t have to wear cloaking brooches. With a wide grin, he started working. He needed human blood to get an understanding of their DNA so he would incorporate it with empyrean, and, look, I just so happened to have a human right here. To make this work I also needed Yokai’s blood, of course, I'm using mine. As it started shaping, I laughed, this is going to turn humans into more like us, humanoid animals. This will show the humans not to mess with them. To test it out, he wanted to mutate the human that inspired him, well not really but was a part of the experiment (Forcefully), and of course, things just couldn't go his way. It was his fault—he shouldn't have brought the turtles into this section of the lab, but he had no choice, I mean, he had to take care of them somehow and the red-striped one was still insanely sick. While trying to mutate the human, he managed to catch him off guard and was able to escape. He also started to break anything. I attempted to capture him, but he was too fast. When he broke the machine with the empyrean mixture, it got all over him. Serves him right for trying to do something so stupid. I had lost interest in him by that point, I mean it looked like my experiment was going well; my priority right now was to find the turtles. I tried to reach for them, but the human-turned-rat snatched them up and escaped. That was the last time I saw my sons. A few things to note, Splinter only took the turtles so they wouldn’t be experimented on. Or, Draxum is not a soulless being; he experiences emotions. When he sees the turtles, he realises he wants to become a father and chooses to abandon his plan to make soldiers in order to become a better person. However, he still feels anger towards humans and seeks revenge. Oh and did I mention that this story contains Splinter being a bad father… No, well that as well.

- This story is like the same as the one above but instead of Splinter being fast enough to (take) rescue all of the turtles, He was only able to take one, a certain red-striped turtle. Yes, they all still mutate from the empyrean mixture, yes, this is a separated AU, yes, this is a good parent Draxum and a bad parent Splinter fic and yes, I love Draxum being a father, leave me alone again.

(Sorry this one is going to be long) - His life was a mess. Between losing his mother, fighting with his dad, becoming a famous movie star, finding someone he actually fell in love with, and turns out she’s a psychopath spider lady that wants him to fight for her nexus thing and then given to the Draxum fellow and being an experiment on to make some, then I couldn’t possibly understand even if he wanted, he just got real tired, real fast. So when he managed to escape, he noticed the turtles that Draxum had. he didn’t want them to suffer, he needed to protect them. So without even thinking he used all his strength and gathered them up one by one. When he was about to leave, he stepped on the green liquid. It burnt, it made his bones break and shift and hold. It was agonising. The next minute he realised he was pink, Pink! He didn’t have much time to process that, he needed to escape from the lab… He was a rat. A rat. That’s what he saw from his reflection.  He was a rat that now had 4 mutant turtles to take care of… so he sighed and sucked it up like he always did… Years passed, and he spent that time naming them, finding himself a new name 'Splinter', finding food, shelter, and entertainment, for the boys and well, just trying to provide for them. Yet, something always felt off ever since he escaped with the turtles. At first, he didn’t know what it was. Well, that was a lie. It was the red-striped turtle, Blue, Leonardo as he called him, who always seemed different. Not in the way one might think, like, "Oh, this turtle is going to grow up to be a murderer." No, it was something else. From what he remembered of the earlier days, he would often get sick—too sick sometimes. When it was time to walk, he wouldn’t. Even the youngest turtle, Orange, Michelangelo, managed to walk during those times. As for talking, years have passed, and the others began forming sentences long ago. But Blue was still just chirping for quite a while, he finally started speaking when he turned five. Yet, that wasn’t the strangest part. Despite everything, he was still incredibly smart—too smart for his own good. That realisation sent me spiralling. It was all so abnormal. Now the turtles are seven, and we were living happily. Donnie wanted to play chess, so Splinter played a game. After a while, he got bored and left. Just as Splinter was about to pack up the chess pieces, he saw Leo standing there. Leo asked if he could play. Since Leo had never played chess before, Splinter hesitated and asked if Leo even knew how to play. Leo confidently replied that he did. So, we sat down and started playing. Leo was surprisingly good, but after a while, he seemed to lose focus. I thought he was going to lose anyway. Suddenly, he shouted, "I win! I beat you!!" I looked up and froze. He was grinning—no, smirking—with a smug smile. It reminded me of someone who used to smile like that, someone I thought would be important in my life. That’s why I have always been on edge. The turtle sitting there with that smug smile looked exactly like Big Mama. Or Splinter is an unfit parent who has been traumatised by Big Mama. When he realises that Leo resembles her too much, he devises a plan to get rid of him and makes it appear to his brothers that Leo has died, but in reality, he approaches a Yokai gang to see if they want a kid. 

ROTTMNT X TMNT Crossover

- The 87, 03, and 12 turtles are transported to the Rise Universe due to a rare universal collision, three months before the horrific Krang invasion. Will the alternate turtles have to fight alongside them in battle, or will they be able to send them back home before it’s too late?

- The 87, 03, and 12 turtles are accidentally brought into the Rise universe after Donnie attempts to build a portal in case there’s another invasion in the near future. The Rise boys are not okay. Read as the alternate versions of the turtles try to help and heal the terrified and broken boys.

- The 87, 03, and 12 turtles find themselves in a completely new environment filled with horrors they could never have imagined. Will the future rise boys be able to protect them and send them back home, or will it be too late? ( This is set in Cass’s universe. The comic by somerandomdudelmao)

- It’s no surprise that after the Krang invasion, Big Mama's Battle Nexus has suffered greatly. No one felt safe, no one wanted to watch, and there was no fun in it. It was all the Turtles' fault, and well, Big Mama had a brilliant idea—one that no one would want to miss. After all, she had connections everywhere, including a friend who was an enthusiast of all multiverse theories. Some might think these theories are far-fetched and impossible, but Big Mama knew they were real. After all, even the purple turtle believed in them too. Or Big Mama created a plan to capture the 87, 03, 12, and Rise Turtles to put on a show that would restore her fame. (Feel free to add more iterations if you'd like!)

- Ever since Big Mama met the turtles, the blue one has always been the most intriguing of them all. There was just something amazing about him. He could outsmart her with a smug smile and a clever pun. He faced her battle nexus champion without batting an eye, showing no signs of stress. He was just like her—cunning, manipulative, charismatic—and he could effortlessly persuade someone to accept a deal, only for that person to realise too late that they were merely pawns in a game designed for the creator to win. She needed him in her nexus... No, she needed multiple versions of him. Or the 87, 03, 12 and especially Rise Leo (and any others you might want to include) are taken by Big Mama because she is a psychopath who wants her favourite turtle to fight and compete in her battle nexus

- Mikey saved Leo from the Prison Dimension, but they weren't skilled enough to prevent Leo's many injuries. After three weeks of trying to stabilise him, his condition worsened, and he ultimately passed away. The Rise fam breaks, all blaming themselves for what they think could have been preventable. It’s been four months, and they are still grieving the loss when suddenly Donnie’s lab exploded, rocking the whole lair. When everyone rushed to check on Donnie, they found him just standing there, clutching his limp arm and shaking. As they turned to see what he was staring at in terror, they froze. Before them were more turtles, different versions of themselves, and each one had a turtle that wore a blue bandana... Alive, and standing right there.

- What if we created a fanfic where Draxum chooses a specific red-eared slider to become his sole soldier? He had no brothers to begin with. Draxum uses the empyrean mixture to mutate the turtle and trains him for years. When the turtle turns 16, a malfunction in one of Draxum's machines accidentally transports him to 2012, where he is discovered by him and... more of him? He soon realises that in another universe, he had brothers. Or Yes, finally a truly evil Draxum fic where In this version he only wanted one soldier and after using the empyrean mixture, he kills Splinter and raises the turtle (with a different name than Leo) in a manner similar to how Gaster raised the characters in "Handplates" if you never heard of that then just treating him really poorly. When this turtle reaches the age of 16, he is transported by accident to the 2012 TMNT universe (post-show, so they are like 23 now). (Feel free to change the iterations)

- After rescuing Leo from the prison dimension, he falls into a coma due to the trauma he experienced. Donnie tries to bring his twin back to consciousness with the help of Mikey’s mystic powers. However, when the machine they created malfunctions, it inadvertently brings three different versions of themselves into their world.

- After the invasion, the Rise family is still recovering. They thought it was all over and that they could finally rest without any more threats. However, they soon realise, the universe hated them, so just when they were starting to heal, different versions of themselves crashed into the lair (literally). Out of all the things they could have been talking about, of course, it had to be fucking Shredder of all people. Or all of the Shredders are back and seeking revenge.

ROTTMNT X Marvel and Undertale

- Eight months have passed since the invasion, and Leo is helping Donnie with his dimensional portal when it malfunctions and unexpectedly sends Leo to the Marvel universe, just months before Infinity War. (Domestic Avengers.)

- Eight months have passed since the invasion, and Leo is helping Donnie with his dimensional portal when it malfunctions and unexpectedly sends them to the Marvel universe, just months before Infinity War. (Domestic Avengers.)

- Same as the two above but instead of Leo helping Donnie, is Mikey. Or PB & J unexpectedly gets sent to the Marvel universe, just months before Infinity War. (Domestic Avengers.)

- Pretty much the same as again but this time Donnie has already finish the portal and the brothers gather together to see Donnie’s work. Or Rise Turtles goes to Marvel just months before Infinity War where the brothers have to deal with just another invasion, isn’t that fun :D. (Domestic Avengers.)

- Mikey tries to save Leo after he sacrifices himself to save the world, but it doesn’t work as intended and sends him to the Marvel universe. (Domestic Avengers.)

- Mikey tried to save Leo after he sacrificed himself to save the world, but things didn’t go as planned. Mikey's strength accidentally opened multiple portals to various unknown locations. They reached out to grab Leo and pull him toward them, but the Krang were quickly approaching, and Leo wouldn’t make it in time. Without thinking, Donnie jumped into the prison dimension and pushed Leo through an unknown portal, shouting for Mikey to close the portal. The last thing Donnie heard was Mikey and Raph yelling at him and the Krang growling right behind them. Or Mikey was able to open a portal to save Leo, but there wasn't enough time to guide Leo toward them. Donnie quickly jumped for his brother and saved him from the Krang. However, Donnie was about to realised that the portal had transported him to another multiverse. Or the Disaster Twins enter the Marvel universe accidentally when Donnie tries to save Leo. (Domestic Avengers.)

- The one above but instead of the Marvel universe it’s those fics where Sans tries to bring Gaster back with the machine in his basement but accidentally brings his alternates. 

- Mikey attempts to save Leo after he sacrifices himself to protect the world from the Krang. However, things don’t go as planned, and instead of rescuing him, Mikey accidentally sends Leo to an entirely different multiverse, where there are multiple groups of spooky, scary skeletons wandering about. Read as the skeleton aids Leo in healing and protecting him from the horrors of the invasion and his mind. Or you know those fics where Sans tries to bring Gaster back with the machine in his basement but accidentally brings his alternates. Yeah, that but the machine picks up Mikey’s mystic power and connects with it, and brings Leo there.

- Eight months have passed since the invasion, and Leo is helping Donnie with his dimensional portal when it malfunctions and unexpectedly sends them to the skeletons because Donnie’s machine somehow connected the skeletons machine.

- Eight months have passed since the invasion, and Mikey is helping Donnie with his dimensional portal when it malfunctions and unexpectedly sends them to the skeletons because Donnie’s machine somehow connected the skeleton's machine.

- A reaction fic where Undertale, TMNT and Marvel are transported to watch one of their loved ones' story with angst while the chosen people are stuck together watches them watch their life unfold for a bunch of strangers and loved it to see how fucked up their life has been. 

- Big Mama was a collector at heart, no matter what it was—alive, dead, artefacts, books, or even humans. They were all things she could display or use for her own benefit. but eventually, she lost interest in collecting, it was all the same, there was nothing new. After the Krang invasion, she began to think more about the portal that brought the Krang, she heard everyone that it was a dimension, and well that meant there must be other worlds out there that hadn’t interacted with this one—worlds she hadn’t yet captured in her grasp. Things had grown boring ever since she collected everything she wanted, and the Battle Nexus was a shadow of its former glory. Maybe if she could connect to these other worlds and research them, she could then grab whatever she wanted. This might reignite her love for collecting and make her Nexus much more fun and interesting. Or Big Mama wanted to expand her collection further after finding out Multiverse might exist. She was eager to capture different, intriguing things. So, she turned her attention to finding interesting worlds, worlds like Undertale (You can have the freedom to incorporate anything since Undertale is so broad. You can do its cast or its multiverses, such as the Council, stars, the Bad Sanses, or you can write about those fics where Sans tries to bring Gaster back with the machine in his basement but accidentally brings his alternates. When I think of those stories I usually have seven to eight pairs of brothers in mind), Other versions of the turtles (87, 03 and 12, (and any others you might want to include)) and Marvel (I love Domestic Avengers.)

Okie, that's it... I'm so sorry for how many there are.

[grapesforknux]

•°`Sonic and TMNT 2012 crossover headcanons•`°

|| Okay, so this is my first ever Tumblr post, so I hope this is good cause I've been rewriting this way too many times😭. Anyways, I've had an idea of this crossover for YEARS, and I finally decided to at least write a little bit of something for now, since I am working on this story idea, and hopefully, I will either write a fanfic or make a comic about it. Both are my childhood so yeah :)

|• Warnings: Angst

|•No shipping, the friendships are purely platonic, except for already canon crushes (like Sonic and Amy).

|•I hope you like it, and please enjoy :)

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•Home.

•Friends.

•Duty.

•Can all three terms ever be satisfied, without hurting one another?

•I wonder...

•Well... This is a sight to behold.

•A bunch of colorful mutants...?

•At first, our turtle boys would probably think our Mobian friends were mutants

•quite... adorable, for some odd reason

•mutants weren't usually cute

•well, there are exceptions of course (as Mikey had pointed out, **cough, cough, the sweetest orange masked turtle in the sewers EXISTS, if you didn't know**)

•wow...so it turns out they aren't mutants but rather... aliens?

•a colorful bunch indeed

•what now...?

•L:"For now at least, until we figure out what to do, they will have to stay in the lair with us."

•typical

•L:"Sonic, what part of 'stay in the lair', you didn't understand?!"

•Mikey was the first one that started liking them without thinking twice

•especially that cute bunny and that cool pink girl who wields a hammer twice her size

•bonus: Mikey tried Cream's delicious cookies and started cooking with her every day

•I mean how cool is that??

•Raph was the most difficult one to win over

•And what does that red punk with huge fists think? That he is stronger??? Let's see.

•needless to say that they had banter every day

•Donnie kept his distance at first, but he couldn't stay away from the genious fox boy

•he actually admired how an 8 year old could have such mechanic and engineering skills

•Over time however, Raph warmed up to everyone, as expected

•Okay, maybe that Knucklehead isn't that bad...

•And maybe that pink girl isn't annoying, but rather... comfterable to be around, once you get to know her.

•And maybe, just maybe he had warmed up to that rabbit and her little pet. Don't tell anyone that he had a tea party with her to cheer her up.

•Last but not least, there was Leo, who couldn't deal with Sonic's attitude at all.

•despite the similarity in color, they were polar opposites

•How was he supposed to lead the team twice it's original size (that was already hard to deal with), when that blue hedgehog on steroids keeps rushing into things without thinking??

•Who does he think he is??

•however eventually, they started getting along better

•Leo got used to Blue Blur's nature, and started using it to their advantage on missions

•Thank God they will be leaving at some point...

•They needed to escort them back home somehow

•no big deal right?

•not in the beginng at least

. . .

•Let's just say that the kitchen of our mutant boys got greatly...expanded when Cream and Amy came along.

•And boy, Mikey acctually learned how to make an edible pizza!

•Well, at least they are helpful around the lair.

•Sonic: "Hey, Mikey, what video games you got there?"

•Knuckles: "Dude, why is Mario trapped within a videogame???"

•Amy: "There are video games about US???"

•Tails: "A WHOLE SERIES????"

•Out of everyone present, Knuckles somehow ended up panicking the most

•Existential crisis is on the way, so beware

•It took them some time to process everything, but soon everything calmed down

•as much as it could at least...

•not that they understood how and why were they promoted as beloved video game mascots

•but they would soon forget about it when they go home anyways...

•home...

.

.

.

.

L:"Okay... These little ones may not be that bad after all..."

M:"Hah! Told you you guys were just being grumpy!"

R:"Oh shut up Mikey, you could be friends with a dumpster with that blind kindness of yours."

M:"Hey! I was right this time! Plus, I'm sure you don't mind Cream's cooking, do you?"

D:"I agree. You can't deny the fact that they all helped out a lot in the last few months. Tails is an absolute genius."

M:"Yeah! And you also can't deny that Raph acctually warmed up to a certain pink hedgehog lady..."

. . .

R:"...I wonder will I kill you now or after we get the pizza?"

M:"LEO, HELP! RAPH'S CHASING ME AGAINNN!!!"

L:"Aw come on Raph, you don't have to hide that you acctually managed to make a friend who isn't one of us."

D:"Two of them acctually. I saw you having a tea party with Cream."

D,M,L:"AWWWWW..."

R:"DONATELLO HAMATO, YOU ARE SO DEAD, RIGHT AFTER I FINISH WITH MIKEY!"

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A:"It's been a while since we've been alone after arriving here."

T:"Yeah. I mean, as much as I like the turtles, I've missed being with you guys."

C:"I like the turtles. They are very kind, aren't they Cheese?

K:"Mostly. That red idiot was nothing but kind at first."

A:"So were you when we first met you."

K:"..."

A:"Yeah! In fact, both of you can be equal knuckleheads at times."

S:"I don't know Knux, he reminds me of you a lot."

K:"Oh, shut up already..."

C:"But you and Mr. Raphael seem to be getting along better than before. I'm sure you don't think anything bad of him."

A:"I think he isn't a bad person. He is just a little... impulsive, that's all. But he has a huge heart just like Knuckles does!"

. . . .

T:"Hey Sonic. You seem a little zoned out."

S:"Just taking in the view little buddy. This place sure has it's charm."

T:"Yeah. It does."

K:"And what about you Sonic? Leo seemed quite pissed at you at first."

L:"Hm? I didn't notice."

K:"Well, maybe it's because of your inability to stay still and do what he says."

C:"I'm sure Mr. Leonardo isn't mad anymore."

S:"Yeah. He seems to be accepting the facts, huh?"

T:"The sooner he does, the better...

S:"But... I may slow down just a little bit. Gotta let him catch up right?"

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•R:"Hey Pinkie. I know... I might not say it that often but... Thank you for dealing with my temper. Not even my own brothers want to do it sometimes..."

•A:"Aww, you act all tough, but deep inside you are just the sweetest cinnamon roll, arent you?"

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M:"My brothers think I'm too air headed to be considered an important part of the team..."

C:"Are you sad about it...?"

M:"Maybe..."

. . .

C:"My friends don't want to take me on adventures with them... They say It's too dangerous for a child."

M:"So we're both tired of being the outcast?"

C:"Mhm."

M:"Want to prove them wrong together bunnie?"

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D:"Hey Tails...Do you...ever get tired of being the one everyone relies on for answers?"

T:"...Not really. I think you are lucky. I wish my friends relied on me more..."

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R:"Don't you dare tell anyone that I acctually played dress up with you."

C:"Don't worry Mr. Raphael. It's our secret forever and ever."

R:"Okay, yeah, whatever. And please, just call me Raph..."

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L:"Hey. I have a question."

S:"Sure bud. What is it?"

. . .

. . .

. . .

L:"How do you never get tired...?"

S:"What do you mean?"

. . .

L:"I mean... You seem like nothing in this world can stop you. Don't you ever get...scared?"

. . .

S:"Tell me... If you were to watch a movie, and you knew everything that was going to happen...

Would you still enjoy it?"

. . .

L:"Probably not..."

S:"Exactly..."

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K:"Hey... I know we didn't start off that well but... If we're gonna be on the same team, we'll have to function, wether you like it or not."

. . .

R:"Yeah. I'll keep that in mind, Knucklehead."

...............................

A:"...You know, it's crazy how they are so similar, yet only they fail to notice that."

S:"It's just a part of their hotheaded charm..."

C:"But why can't Mr. Raphael and Mr. Knuckles get along...?"

. . .

S"Don't worry kid... they will. Just give them time."

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"Tell me. Do you ever get scared?"

"Of what?"

. . .

"Letting go."

. . .

"Maybe..."

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"I cant wait to go home again!"

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"I hope mom is doing alright..."

.

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"Master Emerald isn't gonna guard itself you know...."

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.

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"It's nice working in here, but sometimes, I miss my old workshop..."

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"Mobius is my home. But as long as I can keep running... I don't mind staying here."

•It's wierd.

•Things really change fast huh..?

•In the beginng, we could barely stand eachother.

•I prayed that you guys would soon be gone from our lives.

•Even though I never said it out loud.

•Maybe it was my own insecurity.

•My inability to lead the team properly.

•You weren't close to anything we've encountered before.

•How could someone be so pure and kind, as if this world wasn't full of hatred and hardships?

•It felt unreal. As if you came out of a fairytale.

•Your behaviour, the way you guys saw the world, the way you talked...

•It was something you could only see in a child here.

•I was scared.

•How will we get through this..?

•How will we take you back home...?

•I didn't know.

. . .

•But that wasn't the only thing I didn't know...

•I didn't know that a bunch of colorful animals would grow close to me and my family.

•You became our family.

•We shared everything.

•And as time passed by, I suddenly didn't want you to leave anymore.

•You guys weren't that bad after all...

•

•

•

•But you had to go.

•You belong in your home.

•With your people.

•You were unsafe here.

•Everyone wanted to go.

•I know it wasn't easy for them to say goodbye.

•But I could also see the joy on their faces once you guys were able to finally see your home after so long.

•But you.

•You were the only one who said you wouldn't mind staying here.

•As long as you had somewhere to run.

•I wondered how. How could you say goodbye to a place you've created all your memories in, just for a glimpse of freedom?

•I couldn't understand then.

•I probably never will.

•But that is something I always liked about you, hedgehog.

•I sometimes wonder.

•Will I ever again encounter a friend like you?

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The day you left, Raph cried. Mikey didn't hesistate to cry in front of you. Donnie kept his cool as well.

But as we were saying our final goodbyes, I could see it on Donnie's face. He wished you could stay just a little longer. He didn't want his two tailed friend to leave.

But you left.

The lair was now just as it was before you. However, it still felt empty.

Later that day, I passed by Raph's bedroom.

I could hear muffled sobs. I didn't want to go inside.

I knew how much it would hurt his ego, so I stayed away. I would talk to him when he calms down. But I knew who he missed the most.

Donnie was mostly in his lab, engrossed in his work. However sometimes, when I would go to get water late at night, I would see him making a board of our pictures for his wall. He was putting great effort into it.

Mikey would often cook by following the recipe book Cream made for him. He was determined to improve. He once asked Ice Cream Kitty would Cream be proud of him. I'm more than sure that she would.

Things came back to normal as time passed by.

Life goes on, and that's something that Master Splinter always told us, and I always tried my best to follow that philosophy.

Funny how both you and our father had the same mindset.

Life goes on.

•No... We aren't mad at you.

•I am not mad at you.

•I can only be mad at myself.

•I just wish I appriciated you more, while you were still here...

[annonniiiiieeeee]

ANONIE :D what the fuck? what was that chapter anonie/j

Dont you have enogh? /j (also why lord hijiki remeind me of 12Shredder) also my hate to this boomer, L+ratio, estupido cara de burro, piece of shit called Lord

Anyways I have a question abt the

FUTURE

Of Awosan Future timeline, sooo where does Leo and Usagi lives? (/w their kids obv) like i think in one ask it was stablished(? that they didnt live in the sewer, but where exactly? like in the hidden city or in another part?

Also have this

I’ve had that planned since December :)

Now you asked for the

Future

So how dare I not deliver

So Leo and Usagi’s home. It is not in the Swede and it is not in the hidden city. Usagi wants to raise his kids in the sunlight. Finding out how long it was before Leo and his brother walked above ground horrifies him. He wants the world for his family. That includes being able to be normal kids and play outside.

Their home is outside of New York City. Think like the farm house from 2003. It’s in the woods and near a lake. It has a modern Japanese style to it, a blend of their two worlds. It’s private as at this point mutants and yokai are more common, Leo, Usagi and the others are famous because of their actions to keep the city/world safe.

In other

Future

News. Do you want to hear about Raph and Mona Lisa’s kids?

No? Well You’re going to anyway.

They have been thinking about kids for a while but Leo and Usagi’s announcement that they were having a kid really sparked them forward. Why not have a kid now? It will be close in age to Leo’s kid meaning both kids will have someone to play with.

Lisa’s Italian family is traditional and normally pass down Italian names. Raph and Lisa have a deal that if they have a boy then Lisa gets to pick their name (an Italian name) and if it is a girl then Raph gets to pick their name (a Japanese name)

They have some trouble getting pregnant but finally they do.

They have their first kid about 8 months after Jotaro is born.

It’s a little baby boy named Benigno ( it means Friendly) He is named after Mona’s grandfather.

He is a green snapping turtle with a long tail but he had Lisa’s yellow spots.

And like his mother he’s bold. Where Jotaro is quite and mature Benigno will absolutely tell you what he thinks. They balance each other well and he is Jotaro’s best friend.

I think I will assign him the color red

They were thinking about having another kid. They had gotten pregnant again, when the twins were surprised adopted.

Mona was around 3 months pregnant at the time.

Making her 5 months pregnant when Leo and Usagi rushed home with two sick children.

Lisa was so scared that her kids could get this sick. She was terrified for Sakura and Ume. Luckily the girls pulled through

A little bit later Lisa had their first daughter, Mikazuki (meaning Crescent moon)

She is a black snapping turtle with yellow spots.

She is the same age as the twins but is more into sport then they are. She likes wearing dresses here and there but she’s not as girly as Sakura is. She does get a little more girly as she grows up. Helping Sakura with her fashion projects.

She is definitely a daddy’s girl as she loves playing sports ball with her father. Though if she was ever allowed on a sports team she would probably play water polo.

She picks the color white for herself

About a year later they have their youngest.

A little boy named Fulvio (it means Yellow)

He is a green salamander with yellow spots. He is a year older then Kaida and is much bigger

(all of Raph kids are bigger then Kaida was, still small but bigger then her. They are all still shocked by Kaida’s small size. This has to do with both Lisa be Raph being huge and their kids having half human DNA instead of the 1/4 that Leo and Usagi’s kids get)

He is a shy sweet little boy who enjoys reading and art. The is much quieter then his two more chaotic siblings.

Once Kaida comes along and is up and moving the two become a duo. Make no mistake Fulvio might be older but he is not in charge. He is following Kaida in all of her bad decisions

I shall make his color a greenish yellow or a bright yellow. This make him and Kaida yellow buddies.

That’s all I have so far. This can all change as well.

[katarena]

Living Well Is The Best Revenge, Part 28

Sequel to Raphael's Big Mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27

"Well, well." The same man who menaced Taylor outside the apartment steps forward. "Looks like we've got a jailbreak, boys."

Taylor takes the bat back. It makes the Dragons chuckle, and she knows how much trouble they're in, but she doesn't want to just give up.

Even though looking at the number of Dragons facing them makes her heart sink.

"Look, guys," April says. "This is a really, really bad idea. You don't want to do this, 'cos we've got friends. Really big friends, and they're probably on their way over here right now, so..."

"Well, I don't see them," the man says, shrugging. "Do you?" He turns to the others. "Hun only wants the brunette."

A chill runs through Taylor's heart and she grips the bat tightly.

"Wait," April says. "I'll go with you. Just don't hurt Taylor. Let her go."

"You don't get it, do you?" the man says. "We're the ones in control here, not..."

Raph lands beside him and punches him so hard he goes flying into a wall. Leo lands beside the girls; one flash of his katana and April's hands are free.

"Are you both OK?" he asks.

Taylor almost sobs with relief.

"Leave the girls alone," Leo says, coming to stand beside his brother.

The Dragons look terrified - then they look disgusted and angry. Most of them raise their weapons and rush forward, but Donnie and Mikey are there as well. The turtles are larger and stronger, but more Dragons are pouring out of nowhere with knives, bats and chains.

Mikey stands in front of April and Taylor, nunchucks whirling fiercely. Taylor's got the bat ready, just in case.

"We need to get out of here!" April yells.

The noise is bound to attract attention, and the last thing they need is the police turning up...

Someone grabs Taylor from behind. Her cry of alarm is suddenly smothered by a large hand seizing her throat.

"Drop your weapons!"

It's Hun. It has to be.

"Drop your weapons, or I'll snap her neck." The hand tightens, and Taylor gasps for breath. "Do it!"

Slowly, one by one, they do.

[these-detestable-hands]

For Character Ask Game (even though I should be rushing work, I want some variety break): -

Fushi: Q1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 24

Carmen Sandiego: Q1, 4, 20, 24

Note that I don't know much about Carmen beyond the most surface of cultural osmosis! And that she's some sort of phantom thief kinda person? A more in-dept explanation will be nice for her! I just wanna know why you like her so much basically, like why you like Osvald so much!

I hope this isn't a lot to answer...

No no it's fine, I'm more than happy to answer it! :]

Fushi:

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I love Fushi because they're immortal and very different from other characters I've seen. They're shown to be emotionless and can hardly understand love but lie to their friends. I also just always absolutely adore shapeshifters, and Fushi has the added angst of none of the forms being their own, so they have this thing of "would this person be upset I use their body in this way?". I love how that comes up during Bennett church arc and modern day.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

THE ROOTS. Renrill arc is my favorite and I'm a sucker for MASSIVE trees in media.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Their main form. It's a heavy winter jacket, they're bound to get hot since most of the world seems to have a subtropical climate.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Nothing really. I guess we're both gnc??

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ship them with Kahaku. Fushi is a demigod and has no emotions, they didn't even understand love until they became a turtle but you expect them to be able to love Kahaku?? Come on man!! Fushi is also 233 and has the body of a 14 year old, while Kahaku is 19, looks 19 and is terminally obsessed with Fushi. There's bound to be a power imbalance that hurts both of them, it's just plain unhealthy AND out of character for Fushi because even though they like interacting with Hayase's descendants, they have directly said they do not want to assist in their goal.

24. What other characters from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Maybe Byleth? Part of why I like Fushi is because they're so fresh and I haven't seen other characters like them so it's hard to compare them to other stuff lol

Carmen:

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

She's got good one liners and loses sometimes. Her complex relationship with the villain group also makes her more enjoyable, she's not just fighting random goons, she used to be buddies with this people.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Octopath, easily! Her story of stealing artifacts then putting them back while also trying to find her parents and is constantly walking on a tightrope in the dark about if she can trust Julia and ACME would be an amazing story for octopath, especially once you include elements from octopath like magic, monsters, a different setting and higher age rating that doesn't require as much censorship then it'd be a really fun story.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Graham. They hate each other at first but then become best friends for life. Even when they fight on opposing sides, they don't want to hurt each other. And when Graham has his memory of VILE erased, Carmen cuts contact to protect him. Then there's the amazing finale too, where it has to be Graham who undoes her mind control.

24. What other characters from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Throné from octopath. Carmen's entire story is a lot like Throné's but executed much better and with less upsetting themes.

[bondew]

I got bored- I love my freckled, fluffy red head! (Oh Cade, u and ur neatly brushed hair are loved too)

Two Bathroom Stalls.

Cadence Lane.

The piercing sound of my alarm rings in my ear the next morning. It’s around 6am and I’ve only slept for 4 hours. I stumble to the mirror and I flip it back to face me. As the sun peeks from under the curtains I brush my hair so it doesn’t reflect my mind. My room is completely clean, well excluding my desk drawers. I shove on a tight black turtle neck and white dress pants. I don’t change my black stud earrings, I don’t really have any other pairs anyway. I swing my bag onto one shoulder and slide on my loafers as I step out.

Tossing a mint into my mouth a sudden hoard of people pile into the hallway. They sound like squawking vultures as they push past me. I run my hand through my hair and make my way downstairs. My first class is at 8, I was meant to finish my project last night but because of the situation I have to do it this morning. I skip breakfast and end up in the library. Without saying a word I sit down and open up my laptop. Skimming through the essay I quickly edit it, I’m confident that I won’t miss any mistakes. There is hardly ever any, I am the top of the class for a reason.

I put my earbuds in and open up my notebook. My peace doesn’t last long, the stampede of boys stride into library. I notice one of them sneak away from the group as they wander around and talk to girls. He heads to the non-fiction section and grabs a thick, hard covered book about bugs. My computer is still open so when he decides to ignore all the other free tables and sit in front of me he is partly blocked out. I can see his freckled forehead and fluffy orange hair over the top of my screen but this decreases as he slumps down and starts to read. Shaking my head back to reality I tap on my page with a pen and start to write. My playlist is open on my screen and every time a song changes I glance up.

I’ve basically fallen asleep but when a book slams closed I suddenly jolt up.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you! U-uh I have to get to class!” The orange-haired boy says as he runs out of the room. Glancing at my watch I gather my stuff and sprint out just behind him. I arrive in the lecture room just before the clock hits 8, I’m panting and all eyes are on me. Fixing my hair I stand up straight and rush to a seat before anyone says anything.

Dazz Shawn.

It was probably a mistake choosing to study literature and theatre. I basically have no free time. I’m only a couple minutes late and luckily the director doesn’t seem to care. Dropping a heavy book about bugs and my tote bag on the floor I head backstage where I’m warmly welcomed.

We do a lot of theory in theatre obviously, I mean it is still a university class but today we have prac, the best part. For some weird reason the teacher randomly decided this year was the year we were going to do a performance! I mean I’m not unhappy, I love plays! But it was kinda out of the blue. I landed the male lead somehow so.. um yeah. I can’t really afford to be late to class anymore. The stage has been prepped with half-painted sets and random boxes since somebody lost the proper ones.

I washed my hair this morning so it’s all kinda fluffy and sticking out weirdly, nobody has really noticed. Not like I expect them to anyway! Like it’s just washing my hair.. haha. Um.. thankfully all my friends are studying things like, physics, sports science and mathematics so I don’t have to embarrass myself in-front of them when I’m horribly acting.

“Oh, by the way Dazz! You obviously know that we are doing Romeo and Juliet but just confirming you’re all good for the kiss?” My teacher interrupts my train of thought while I’m sitting on the edge of the stage. My legs instantly stop swinging and I go bright red.

“Yeahhh.. wait who’s Juliet again..” I struggle out.

“Right!” He flips his clipboard, “Hmm.. oh right of course! It’s Olivia Irwin!” He looks at me and smiles innocently.

“Yep! Ok all good!” I say quickly. Like obviously I knew I was going to have to kiss someone like it’s Romeo and Juliet for gods sake! But Olivia?! She’s like the prettiest, most talented person ever! Well atleast in this school!

Now don’t get the wrong idea I definitely don’t have a crush on her! Like I don’t really have a type but I just can’t date or crush on someone who has seen me trip into like three paint buckets!

[gallifreyanconsultingphilosopher]

I was tagged by @gingersnappish a few days ago for a get to know you type of post! It sounded like fun, so I did it.

Here we go...

1. Three Ships: Kylux, Hardenshipping, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

2: First Ever Ship: Probably The Doctor/Rose Tyler? But the first ship I ever read fanfic for was L/Light (on Quizilla) but I didn't actively ship it; I was just a preteen watching anime and had just discovered fan content while doing a bunch of silly quizzes.

3: Last Song: Tom Sawyer by Rush

4: Last Film: I genuinely cannot remember, but I did watch all the TOS Star Trek films last year!

5: Currently Reading: An unexpurgated Lady Chatterley's Lover (D.H. Lawrence) and Star Trek: Doctor's Orders (Diane Duane)..... are on my dresser, but currently on hold. I keep forgetting they're there under a pillowcase I've been meaning to fix and a DVD set of Super Sentai I found brand new at a bargain store.

6: Currently Watching: Rewatching the original CSI. Not all of it, just a few seasons. I grew up watching it so it's partly for the nostalgia. The other part is...... I like GSR. The ship, that is. (I didn't think police were cool despite watching crime shows. I was way more interested in the science)

7: Currently Consuming: Turtles hot chocolate, made with milk and water.

8: Currently Craving: My mom's homemade greek salad.. Unless we're talking non-food things, than I'm craving actual November weather. Get this these double digit fall days away from me, I was made for the cold.

This is the part where I'm supposed to tag other people, but I'm instead going to invite any of my mutuals to do this if they want! It's a fun little thing to do.