gladiatorofthevoid
You Can Call Me Glad She/He, Bisexual, Bigender, Autistic, I write Fanfiction.
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You can't bury your gays if their already dead!
And yes, it is worth watching.
can someone spoil DBD for me? is it sad? do they bury the gays? it is worth watching anyway?
Edwin keeps thinking he's back in Hell, and all Charles can do is be there for him.
Well...
There is one more thing, but Edwin isn't going to like it.
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Charles would do anything for his best mate. Including, it turns out, selling his soul.
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spread the word! we're getting dead boy detectives renewed no matter what
THERES A WATCH PARTY ALL DAY TODAY AND TMMR!!! just put it on in the background if you dont have time to actually watch it and rewatch rewatch rewatch!! netflix needs to know we need this renewed
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The Love of a Clan
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Cassandra loved the Foot Clan, so it hurt when she realized that they didn't love her back.
Or, Cassy was in a cult, and we don't talk about that enough.
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Once the mast-
Once the Shredder had been defeated, Cassandra had offered to help rebuild the Hamatos’ home, with a complete willingness to do so. It was only right that she attempted to undo the damage she had such a large part in causing.
She just... hadn’t expected them to take her up on the offer. But the small rat, who appeared to be the Clan Leader, had smiled and accepted her offer, even if the rest of his clan had looked reluctant to allow it.
So, Cassandra had followed them to the ruins of their old home and helped them pick through the rubble to find the most important parts of their lives, even if the things they found were more often just as destroyed.
Cassy recalled seeing the blue Hamato pulling at an acoustic guitar with a snapped neck out of a pile of rubble, with a weak look of devastation. Then he glanced at Cassy and broke into a cheesy stand-up routine filled with music puns. She ignored any diggs he threw her way after that.
She had seen the youngest of the Clan staring at a wall with a hole big enough for a car to drive through. It must have once been covered in a huge mural, as she could see oranges and reds leaking out around the edges of the hole. The turtle had just stared, wrapping his arms around himself in something like a hug. Cassy had tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but he had stepped back before she had even touched him. He had flashed her an open, friendly, and unconvincing smile and she had run off looking for another job that needed doing.
The purple turtle had been the worst. She had been with him when he found his room, broken metal and sparking current boards littered the floor. And in the center of it was a small turtle shaped robot, still and unmoving, its chest torn open and wires hanging out, like some twisted surgery gone wrong. It made Cassy feel horrified, even if she hadn’t known what she was looking at.
But the turtle hadn’t reacted. His face was blank and empty. He only said one word to her.
“Leave.”
She had, trying to not drown in horror and guilt.
She helped them relocate to another part of the sewers and had bought plywood and paint with the little money she had. She spent late nights cutting, and hammering, and painting.
It hadn’t felt like enough.
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Cassandra leaned against the entrance tunnel to the Hamatos’ home and glared at the ground.
The construction of the “lair,” as the Turtles called it, was done for the day. She wasn’t needed anymore and should just be heading home. But...
Her dad was home tonight, for once, and she isn’t sure she can handle him right now.
Before, she would have just volunteered for another round of training by the Foot or asked to go on a mission - even another humiliating coffee run. But that wasn’t an option anymore.
But intruding on the Turtles’ new home any longer was also not an option. She could feel the awkwardness that was always in the air when she was around. It was growing steadily the long she stood there, even if the Hamatos weren’t around.
She gripped the edge of her sleeve and tugged. There was nothing for it, no way out of this.
She had to go home.
The thought filled her with a hopeless dread.
“Hey, Cass!”
Cassandra jumped in surprise and swung at the one who dared sneak up on her and invade her personal space.
The largest Hamato leaned back to avoid her punch and held up his hands in a placating motion.
“Whoops, Sorry! Raph didn’t mean to startle you,” the red turtle said with a smile. “I was just happy I caught you before you left.”
Cassy tried to calm her rabbit quick heart and stood up straight to make eye contact with the turtle, who was still far too close for comfort.
“Your apology is accepted,” she said and forced herself to at least try to ignore how close the snapper was. “Do you require my assistance?”
The red Hamato, Rapheal if she remembered correctly, shook his head.
“Um, no not exactly. I was wondering if you would be willing to train with me?”
“...I’m sorry?” Cassandra asked, confusion clearing her mind.
“We just finished building the dojo, but my brothers are all tuckered out, so they don’t wanna come train with me.” He glared back down the tunnel in... annoyance? Cassy wasn’t sure, understanding others had never been her strong suite.
“You... wish to train with me?” she asked, reluctance evident in her voice. Rapheal blinked and nodded.
“Last time we fought you were able to throw me! Like a wrestler!” he said with an eggar, giddy look in his eyes that made the previous Foot Recruit lean back at the brightness. The red Hamato just kept talking excitedly.
“The only other one who’s been able to throw me like that is Mikey! And he doesn’t like wrestling, he prefers fighting with his nunchucks. Which is stupid because-”
“SILENCE!” Cassandra yelled, and then quickly slammed her hand over her mouth.
Shit. She hadn’t meant to do that. She had just wanted to make him stop talking so she could think.
She expected the larger turtle to get angry. All the higher ups in the Foot would have, hell, most of the other recruits would too. But the snapper just blinked in surprise, then his eyes widened, and took two steps back. His hands held up and his tail wrapped around his legs.
“Raph’s so sorry!” He said, and Cassy distantly wondered why he constantly referred to himself in the third person. “My family doesn’t really have a lot of personal space, so we can forget about it sometimes. You don’t have to train with me if you don’t want to.”
Cassandra cleared her throat and stood as tall as she could.
“I would be honored to engage in combat with you again, Hamato Raphel. Please, lead the way.”
Her new sparring partner shifted and blinked.
“Just Raph is fine. Are you sure?”
“I am.” She wasn’t lying. Fighting the Hamatos’ was always incredible. And Rapheal- Raph –always threw himself into his battles so completely, something she understood very well.
Raph smiled and headed towards the dojo, with Cassy following behind.
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Sparing with Rapheal was the best training Cassy ever had.
The turtle was so strong that every hit felt like a wrecking ball, and the stances he made felt unbreakable.
It was like fighting against a hurricane or a tidal wave. It would have been terrifying, if Cassy hadn’t happily returned everything the Hamato gave in kind. Raph was impossibly strong, and every blow she was able to land made her feel just as powerful.
Weapons had been prohibited for today, so they often just ended up tackling each other and ending up grappling on the ground. Raph’s weight may have helped him here, but he wasn’t as flexible as her. They were evenly matched, and that just made Cassy fight harder to gain the upper hand.
She had the snapper in a choke hold when she felt him tap out on her arm. She released her hold and fell to the floor, gasping for air. The turtle groaned and rolled over.
“Water break,” he huffed out, and she nodded.
Rapheal- Raph, be respectful. She reminded herself. -walked over to a beat up old minifridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles, offering one out. Cassy rolled to her feet and took the water. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor; her sparring partner doing the same.
“You have got to show me how to do that throw you used,” the red Hamato said.
“I will happily help you learn any move I know,” she responded. “But I must request you do the same, your form is much more advanced than mine.”
The turtle chuckled.
“Uh, sure.” Both drank heavily and relaxed against the wall. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always talk like that? You’re so formal.”
Cassy tensed.
“...I could ask you the same. Your habit of referring to yourself with your name is not common either.”
“Yeah, fair,” the eldest Hamato admitted. There was a moment of long silence, where Rapheal shifted uncomfortably.
“I was never very good with names.” Cassy looked up at the snapper, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I was never good with words in general. It just didn’t make sense in my brain. Why attach sounds to things? I did use them, but it felt real dumb to kid me.”
There was a soft smile on the turtle's face, as he spoke. Seeing it was like feeling a warm fire across a long room. Warm, but distant.
But then the smile fell away, and the flames burned out.
“But then Donnie wouldn’t talk at all. He didn’t say a word until he was 4. And little me got scared and wondered if he just didn’t know any words, and so I tried to help him.
“I started narrating what I was doing out loud. Like: ‘Raph is building a tower out of blocks’ or ‘Raph is upset that he has to clean up.’”
The snapper let out a low chuckle.
“It was stupid. But it kinda worked. The first thing he said to me was that I talked too much. I was just so relieved that I actually tackled him. But, yeah, I just never got out of the habit of using my name like that. Plus, I think it adds to my charms.”
Cassy sat in stillness for a long time, then she looked down and pulled her knees up.
“I had hoped that using more formal language would get my superiors in the Foot to respect me.” Cassadra admitted.
Rapheal whipped to look at her. “
“Oh, dammit! I didn’t mean to bring up- I’m-”
“If you apologize again, I will beat you to a pulp!” She said and glared, and his mouth clicked shut
“...you don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to.” He said after a minute.
“No. I want to.”
She did, surprisingly. Just that one sentence felt like coming up for air after drowning. Maybe it was just because Raph had shared with her first, maybe it was because he was comfortable enough to train with her, maybe she was just at a breaking point. But Cassy wasn’t sure if she could stop now, even if she wanted to.
“I... hadn’t realized how much the Foot Clan had changed me until Shredder was defeated.” Her schedule was completely empty without training and missions. All of her “friends” had gone off grid. Even her closet only had clothes in red and black.
“I- I thought they cared about me. They said they did. Or at least they used to.”
“I’m sure they cared about you!” Raph said, aghast. “They were your clan!”
“NO, THEY WEREN’T!”
Cassy shot to her feet, the crackling anger of betrayal and the hot shame of being fooled finally breaking through.
“'A Clan will protect and care for every part of itself. It will share its failures and victories. No Clan Member may have any doubt that they are loved.’”
The words she had learned from the Foot’s scrolls flowed out of her without resistance. How many long nights had she spent reading and memorizing every ancient text the clan had saved? She learned every ritual, knew every rite of passage. Yet, she never seemed to earn those rites or rituals. Always falling short.
“I used to train for days without rest! I trained until I couldn’t stand anymore!”
She had pushed past her limits over and over again. She had practiced katas until she passed out from exhaustion. She had fought until she could take down even her instructors. But it hadn’t been enough.
“I did everything they asked of me! I obeyed every request, no matter how useless! And never said anything! ANYTHING!”
Cassandra Jones had loved the Foot Clan. She had given up almost everything for them. She had almost killed for them. She would have died for them.
She loved them.
“But they NEVER loved me!”
A silence fell over the room. Cassy met Rapheal’s shocked eyes. They looked up at her with barely held back tears, and she felt her own grow misty with pain.
“...fuck, they never loved me, did they?” She said, voice quiet and breaking.
They had pretended to. They always told her that they cared about her, accepted her, and would always support her. They had said that they were her family.
And that family had been something that Cassy had always wanted, always needed, and so she had fallen for the lie. Hook, line, and sinker.
“I’m sorry,” the snapper said, voice cracking too. “Can I hug you?”
Cassy hesitated, just for a moment. But all of her words had withered away, and it had been a long time since she had a hug. She thinks that she might need one.
It was a very good hug. A long one too. But it was so warm and soft, and Raph’s arms held her in a way that was nothing like sparring.
She wondered how someone could be so strong and so soft at the same time?
But Cassy did pull back eventually, her face red from anger and embarrassment. She cleared her throat.
“Apologizes. I lost control there.”
The turtle just smiled at her.
“Don’t worry. I’m glad I was able to help.”
The turtle paused then sighed.
“Listen,” he said. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I’m pretty sure Pops is about halfway to adopting you. But I don’t know if it’s the best idea right now, and you probably need some time, so I’ll make sure that he doesn’t bother you with that.”
Raph looked at her, open and honest, and Cassy wondered if his kind stare could possibly kill her.
“But please know, if you’re ever ready to join another clan, you will always be welcome with us.”
Cassy felt a small and half dead hope pulse in her chest.
“I will remember that.”
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Zoozve, my beloved
Robot: You are not human and will never be. Can you feel real pain? Is your pain different from a human's? Can you feel joy? Love? Anger? Can you feel anything at all? You will always be looking out over the faces of humanity and will never know if you lack the emotion that they all share.
Clone: You are not you, and have never been. You never had a real life. You have always been an imitation of someone else. Is there anything that can separate you from the true you? You are a lie given form, a facsimile of someone else. You are not a person, not an animal. You are nothing.
Both of these are horrifying, and there is no clear answer.
Yes, please
I honestly don't think we're dealing with the same fears in The Magnus Protocol. I love the theory that everything is tied to love so I'm gonna start calling whatever Needles serves "The Embrace"
Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed. The scariest movie I have ever seen.
Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed. The scariest movie I have ever seen.
Are you saying that you wouldn't explore a creepy burned down building?
Week.
the fears aren't fears anymore they're just levels of stupidity now. having body image issues? lemme put a scalpel to my eye! there's a weird spooky building that got burned down? sure thing let's go explore! someone mysteriously sent me movie tickets for an unknown film even tho i never gave out my address? sounds like a lucky break to me!
literally how have these people survived this long
Everything GREAT About Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem!
Hey, Rise fans!!! Please go comment on this video asking for a Rise movie review.
They have a large platform, so we can get more people into the fandom and more people to ask @nickelodeon to bring it back!!
A Gift for @allosaurids
Summary:
This is inspired by @cupcakeslushie Feral Leo AU.
After Leo comes back from the prison dimension scared and battered, Raph is just trying to survive the night and help Leo come back to them.
Even though he questions if there is any part of Leo left to return to them.
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The vision in Raph's right eye is fuzzy and out of focus, and his arm on that side is throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. In fact, the whole of his right side feels wrong, alternating between numbness, and feeling like a thousand sharp needles are tearing and shredding at his skin and muscles.
He needs rest. He knows he needs rest. But he can't, not yet.
His mind is a field of landmines, and if he thinks too long about what could have happened, what did happen, he's going fall apart, and Raph can't afford that. Not now, when the injuries of the invasion are still raw and bleeding, still all too present. He can't rest yet; he needs to wait for his family and him to begin to heal.
But Raph has a feeling that they never will be completely fine after this again. Especially Leo, who crouches in the corner of the dark med bay, eyes wide, wild, and unseeing.
Raph is sitting in the opposite corner, curled inwards in an attempt to appear smaller and less of a threat, and just looks at his brother.
His brother who spent years in the prison dimension, when for them it had only been minutes. Who has thick, jagged scars across his body that hadn’t been there at the beginning of this nightmare, nails and teeth that are sharp and cracked, and at the center of it all: a huge crack down his shell that none of them can treat because he won't let them close enough to do so.
The two brothers watch each other in the dim light and take in each other. Leo with a scared and uncertain gaze, that shifts from Raph to the other shadows in the room. While Raph just looks and tries to take in all the changes that Leo has gone through.
Raph wishes he could have stopped it, that he had taken Leo’s place, that none of this ever happened.
He wishes he could tell Leo that he’s sorry.
But he can’t. Not in a way that Leo would be able to understand right now.
So, Raph does the only thing he could think of to calm down the scared rabid animal that had taken the place of his little brother. He hums.
It’s a deep, rumbling, purring, hum that doesn’t come from his throat, but from the space between his lungs. He hadn’t done this in years, not since they were all tots, but it had always calmed him and the others down and he was praying it would work here.
It didn’t seem to be working, Raph wasn’t even sure Leo was hearing it.
Then, Raph felt a flicker of pain scatter across his arm, and he flinched.
Dammit, not again!
He groaned and curled inward bracing for what was about to happen.
The parts of him that had been fused with the kraang flared in agony. Burning sharp pain that made him want to scratch and tear at his skin to get it out. His whole-body shook, his eyes watered, and Raph knew that all he could do was ride it out.
But, God, he just wanted it to stop.
The episode went on for what was likely just a few minutes, though it felt longer, wearing down Raph’s already weak mental defenses and allowing the memories of everything that had happened to invade the parts of his mind not already overwhelmed with the pain. Why couldn’t this horrible day just be over already?!
Raph felt something brush against his left arm.
The snapper whipped around and pressed himself deeper into the corner to get away from whatever had managed to sneak up on him. But as he did so, whatever had touched him skittered backwards with a hiss.
Leo hunched inwards on himself staring at Raph with fear and expectance, but Raph froze. For a few seconds neither of them moved, then Leo leaned forward and audibly sniffed the air. After a second, the slider took a step forward and made a soft clicking noise.
"...Hurt?" Leo managed to rasp; voice uncertain but his face a mix of apathy and fear. Raph managed a small nod, too scared to make any move or noise that could frighten Leo back into the opposite corner. The younger just sniffed the air again and shuffled closer. Without taking his eyes off Raph, Leo reached out with one dirty clawed hand and placed it atop his brother's bandaged wrapped arm.
It took everything Raph had not to flinch at the contact, as it caused the pain to spike and be brought to the forefront of his mind again. Leo ran his hand over the bandage, squinting down at it with his still cloudy eyes. He took the larger hand into his own and ran his fingertips down it and turned it over.
He's looking for blood, Raph realized. Checking to see if the bandages needed replacing. Just like he always does when one of us is hurt.
The thought gives him a terrible hope that maybe a part of Leo survived whatever had happened to him.
Leo's administrations hurt more than they help, because there are no cuts to bleed, and his bandages are clean. But Raph allows it because it's the closest Leo has been to normal since they got him back, and he's not going to ruin this. He stays still, even when Leo moves his examination from his arm up to his eye, and, upon finding nothing to treat, onto the rest of him.
When it's over, Raph is still just as hurt and tired as when they started, but Leo looks more present than he has since they got him back. The younger pulls back and faces Raph head-on. His mouth twists like he wants to say something, but he doesn't even try to open his mouth and vocalize it, which is so unlike the Leo that Raph knows.
That's okay, Raph still has his voice, and he can talk for them both for now.
"Thanks for the help, Lee," He whispers. Leo squirms under his gaze, then makes us sharp hissing click before turning away.
Raph briefly panics that he did something wrong before he sees Leo moving towards the medical cot in the center of the room. The older relaxes realizing that Leo is just going back to bed now that he knows everything's all right. Or so he thought. Because Leo is coming back with the pillows and blankets that had covered the bed.
He puts the pillow up against the wall next to Raph, then takes the large sheet and throws it over Raph's head. Leo sits down with the pillow protecting his injured and broken shell and arranges the blanket around his older brother. When he's done, he just curls slightly into his shell and stares out over the dark med bay, searching for a threat that isn’t there.
The dangerous hope has taken root in Raph's chest, and he prays that Leo is still there.
For a few minutes they just sit like that. Then Leo struggles out a single word.
"Real?"
For a moment Raph's not sure what he's talking about, then he remembers all the horrible things the kraang could make him see when it forced itself into his mind. An overwhelming sense of grief threatens to swallow him whole, and he moves to take Leo's hand in his. To try and convince his younger brother that yes, this is real, and he is safe now. But he stops himself.
Memories of what it was like being held captive by the kraang, about how they clung to every part of you, and how their touch was unescapable, flashed across his thoughts.
No, touch wasn't a good idea. But the idea of not being able to cling to some part of Leo was worse.
So, Raph does the only thing he could think of, he reached up and undid his bandana from his head. He wrapped one of the fraying ends around his own hand and offered the other out to Leo.
For a moment Leo just stared, eyes flickering between Raph and the red fabric.
"Take it," Raph offered, and Leo's face filled with the same dangerous hope that had blossomed in Raph's chest. Leo shakily gripped the other end of the bandana, and Raph pulled it taut between them.
They had done this when they were younger too, mostly when Donnie didn't feel that he could touch anything but still wanted to know his brothers were nearby. It feels wrong using it like this, but it's the only thing that Raph can think of.
"This is real," Raph promised, tears flowing out of his eyes. "You're safe now."
Leo’s empty gaze returned to scanning the dark room, but his grip tightened on the bandana, and after quiet moment Leo began to hum in the same way Raph had done earlier.
Raph closed his eyes, pain still shooting up and down his skin and returned his brother’s attempt to soothe them with his own rumblings.
They would both be healed soon; they just needed a little time.
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Sooooo, I'm kinda sliding in under the buzzer here.
I rewrote this at least five times, and still wasn't satisfied with it. But @allosaurids deserves a gift, so I just had to go with it.
Thank you to @rottmnt-secret-gifting for hosting, and to the receiver of this gift I ask permission to be able to post this on Ao3.
Thank you.
My first was the Moment of Clarity, (which was a trip,) then Damsel, Wraith, Razor, and Tower, and finally chose to repeat the cycle.
SLAY THE PRINCESS SPOILERS
Out of curiosity, what paths did everyone finish with on their first runs? I got Prisoner, Damsel, Stranger, Razor, and Tower in that order, and decided to repeat the cycle
Ahhhhh! I can't wait!
ATTENTION
The list shall be released in two hours! I repeat, the list will be released in two hours!
Everyone will get a private dm of who they are gifting to. The list has been adjust specifically to accommodate everyone. All those who do ships will be paired together, all those who don't do ships will be paired together, and those who haven't specified will be paired together. I apologize for the long wait, and I'm excited to see what you all make!
Join!!
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Trick or Treat Exchange! (2023)
Hello fellow turtle enthusiasts.
Welcome to the 2023 rottmnt secret Halloween, or as I'm calling it: the Trick or Treat Exchange!
I saw the idea from @ abbeyofcyn (Forgive me for the random @) and decided "Why not? It can be fun!" And so here we are.
To make sure this exchange goes well, this shall be the master post for the Trick or Treat Exchange 2023
Introduction of the dumdum running this
I am Strangermask, Mask for short. I am the only one running this event. If you have any questions or issues, you are free to send any asks or a private dm.
Form for sign up
*Sign up ends on September 23rd 11:59 PM Mountain time*
Rules
Please be respectful
Do not do any nsfw. If you wouldn't want your boss to see it, don't make it.
For the all loving mother Mary of god, no Tcest. You will be blocked from the blog and immediately kicked out of the gift exchange.
You are allowed to draw or write the gift you're making!
Make sure your gift does have what your secret Halloween person has list for on the table (If you are having difficulty including everything they want on your gift, you are okay to compromise.)
Please be mindful of what is not on the table for your secret Halloween person.
For now, ships will be allowed HOWEVER please be mindful of those who don't like certain ships (If this becomes an issue, I will change this rule.)
Deadlines for gift exchanging will be between October 29nd to 31st. If you need extra time, please inform me immediately so I can inform the person you are gifting.
When the gifts have been exchanged, please @ your secret Halloween person, this blog and use the tags: "#rottmnt trick or treat exchange" and "rottmnt trick or treak exchange 2023"
Have fun with this!
And of course, most importantly...
HOOOOOOOOT SOOOOOOOUP
Moments Chapter 5: Mayhem
(I know it's September, I'm just going to keep going.)
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Agent 64 has been doing reconnaissance. for of the human world, and of the human family unit known as the “O’Neils,” for a few months now. And it had much to report to the Council of Heads.
For starters, the human city of “New York” was much too loud for any truly restful nap, and it’ appears that humans are at least partly nocturnal because the city is just as loud at night. Thankfully, the human known as “April” has been setting up ben for The Agent in a quieter location.
The human April has also been the one to care for Agent 64, she has also given it the code name “Mayhem” and has been an excellent asset for Agent 64 in its reconnaissance. Even if she must leave for her human education most days-
“Agent 64,” One of the Council members interrupted the report Mayhem was giving. “While we are all glad that you are enjoying your time on this... ‘reconnaissance mission,’ I’m afraid that the council and I are questioning whether this is strictly necessary.”
Of course, it is necessary. Humans have been a threat to yoaki kind before, and it is important to be aware of all threats.
“Well yes, but-”
Very well then. Now that the council and Agent Mayhem have reached an agreement, it could continue with its report. It had several pages on human food, partially which to avoid and which to steal if you ever got the chance. It also wanted to discuss the magic humans could do by rubbing their fingers through its hair.
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The meeting lasted two more hours.
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Thank you for reading. Let me know if there is anything I should work on.
Thank you to @sariphantom for hosting the Rise August Challenge, which this is inspired by.
@nickelodeon Please save Rise.
Moments Chapter 4: Yoaki
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(I've failed this challenge but whatever, I'm going to keep going.)
Warning for kinda Unhappy Ending
Donnie had always known he and his brothers weren’t human. Anyone could have known that. Humans had five fingers on each hand; humans had skin without scales, humans had a body temperature of 36.5–37.5 °C.
He and his brothers were not human.
When he had seen the hidden city for the first time, Donnie’s first thoughts had been: Oh me gosh! Oh me gosh! Oh me gosh!
His second thought was: Wow! Wow! Wow!
I had taken twenty or thirty thoughts before he had made the shocking realization.
The people who lived there were like them.
Yoaki. That was what the people in that city called themselves. That’s what he and his brothers were. The discovery had made Donnie start wiggling in place and flapping one of his hands. He had a name now, a label, a name for the “what” they were, to go along with the “who” they were.
He felt the relief and excitement of a missing piece slotting into place, intensified by the fact that his family wasn’t a mystery anymore.
They weren’t different anymore, they were just yoaki.
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The first time Donnie questioned that theory was when Draxum revealed he had created them.
Created. Made.
The words carried an implication behind it. An implication that their existence wasn’t entirely natural. That they weren't born from the biological processes that were normally used to create life.
But Donnie had put it aside. It was just the villain being dramatic. Besides, maybe yoaki reproduction was different than humans. Maybe yoaki were made instead of born.
That must be it. After all, they were yoaki.
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Donnie’s discovery regarding his and his brothers’ identity was next called into doubt on their second visit to Run of the Mill. When Mikey had chirped at Raph gratefully Raph had caved under Mikey’s puppy eyes and had ordered ice cream for the table. The waiter, some kind of snake yoaki, had startled at the chirp and stared at Mikey for a long second. Then had seemed to come back to themself and asked Raph to repeat the order.
It had reminded Donnie of the early days with April, how she had to get used to how they acted. How she had walked in on them in a turtle pile and given them a look with a furrowed brow. How she had seen their old heat lamps and asked about what they were for and then had looked at them with pity when they said that they needed them for the winter months. How she had wrinkled her nose when she learned they lived in the sewer.
April didn’t do that anymore. She had ended up with her own reserved spot in the turtle pile, she didn’t show pity or worry when they were resting under the heat lamps, and she had gone swimming with them in the sewer tunnels. Donnie didn’t feel “other” with her anymore. But the look on that waiter’s face had brought back all those memories, and Donnie felt himself sink into the booth, trying to hide.
The others hadn’t noticed the waiter’s look, of course they didn’t, they never did.
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Donnie had convinced himself that it didn’t matter. One weird look wasn’t enough to disprove his theory.
His brothers and him were still yoaki.
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The next challenge to his theory came from his father when he had told them about the lab and their creation, about how they had started as just tiny turtles, and how they had been made to be weapons.
Donnie had sat and thought back through every memory he had, his life flashing before his eyes.
He remembered Raph’s insane strength and the way he went Savage when left alone for too long.
He remembered how Mikey would curl up in his shell and not come out for ages if he was scared, how he would stop talking mid-sentence to stare intently with a single-minded purpose at anything that moved.
He remembered how Leo would always subtly check everyone’s pulses seemingly at random, and how he could sit underwater for minutes at a time and never come up for air.
Donnie remembered how he would grit his teeth to push back the urge to just bite whatever was annoying him, how he could smell like a bloodhound if he wanted, and how he would-
No.
No. No. This didn’t mean that they weren’t yoaki. They were just turtles that turned into yoaki. They had to be.
There was nothing else they could be.
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The last thing that completely destroyed Donnie’s hope came from Baron Draxum.
He had been doing his best to connect with Barry, at least for Mikey’s sake, and it had actually been going well. The two had found common ground in the realm of science. Donnie would almost say that he had been having fun with his...
With Draxum.
Then, Donnie just had to be an idiot and open his mouth.
“So, why did you want turtle yoaki for your army? And why couldn’t you just find some in the hidden city?”
Barry didn’t look up from where he was reading over Donnie’s blueprints for the Turtle Tank as he answered.
“Well, for starters I didn’t make yoaki. Second, I-”
The rest of the words turned into white noise in Donnie’s nonexistent ears. (Tympanum. His mind said.)
“Yes, we are.” He said cutting off Barry, causing him to look up from his reading with a frown.
“You are what?”
“We’re yoaki. Me and my brothers. You’re wrong.” Donnie tried to sound confident and glare down the Baron, but he could feel his resolve cracking. Draxum looked back over his glasses with annoyed confusion.
“I made you; I know what you are. And you’re not yoaki.”
Donnie felt himself brake at the words.
“Then what are we!?” He snarled at Draxum. The alchemist leaned back, surprised at the sudden change in Donnie’s tone. “What are we?! Because we’re not human! And despite how we act sometimes, we’re not animals either! So, tell me! WHAT ARE WE?!”
Donnie was heaving and shaking staring down at the floor with wet eyes. He then slumped and fell into his chair, trying to calm himself.
“You’re mutants.” Donnie looked up at Barry, who was looking at him with a look that Donnie couldn’t read.
“That word doesn’t mean anything,” Donnie said, defeated. “It’s just another name for freaks.” The hope that he and his brothers could be anything more than accidents of nature and science dying in his chest.
After a second the Baron leaned back with a huff and gazed at the ceiling.
“I’m not going to try and challenge that idea; it seems to be buried too deep in your subconscious.” He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. “And I am sorry I don’t have a better answer to your questions. Somethings are just mysteries.”
“I don’t want to be a mystery,” Donnie whispered. Barry didn’t respond.
The two just sat in silence for a few minutes, the alchemist not knowing what to say, and the turtle not able to force the words out, then Draxum turned to his creation and took him in.
“Do you wish for me to leave?” He asked, and Donnie nodded. “Shall I fetch your brothers for you?” Donnie shook his head, he needed to be alone to think. To accept this information. Draxum just nodded.
“Try to talk to your family about this. They may be able to help you.”
Don just curled up more and watched Barry walk away.
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Moments Chapter 3: Dr. Delicate Touch
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Tensions had been running high in the Hamato household for days now. Raph and Donnie had been fighting, Raph and Leo had been fighting, Donnie and Leo had been fighting, everybody was fighting with everybody. Mikey doesn't even really remember the reason why it started, he only knows that every attempt to apologize or to calm everyone down had only caused more harsh words to be exchanged and more feelings to be hurt. And honestly, Mikey was just getting sick of it.
Even still, he might not have done anything about it. The fighting may have lasted another week before fading into obscurity, and it all would have gone back to normal. But Mikey was tired. He had stayed up all night for the first time, and when the morning had come, he had been barely able to keep his eyes open, and of course, when he went down to breakfast everyone was pointedly ignoring each other or glaring at each other. But Mikey had been too emotionally and physically tried to give a damn, just sat down with a thump and tried to eat his cereal in peace. Then, Leo decided to open his big mouth.
"So, you're really going to pretend that nothing happened?" the Slider said, glaring at Donnie.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Donnie responded coldly, not looking up from his bowl. Mikey squeezed his eyes shut with a despite, silent plea for his brothers just to stop.
“Oh, wonderful. We’re just going to mosey on past all that stuff you said. Awesome. Great.” Mikey put his head in his hands and wished he had hair to tug on.
“You’re not even going mention what you said yesterday?” Raph asked, eyes narrow. Mikey could feel himself losing control and getting closer to a breakdown every second.
“Don’t start with me, Rapha.” Leo snarled and opened his mouth to say something else that he would most certainly regret later, and Mikey felt the moment he lost it.
“Shut up, Leo. You’re not helping.” Mikey said. The others all stopped and stared at him. “What? He’s not. He’s just mad 'cause he knows he’s in the wrong, and he can’t worm his way out of it, so he's pointing out everyone else's mistakes.” There was silence for a moment then Dee, still a little unsettled but determined to use this to his advantage, shakily smiled and turned to Leo.
“Ha! See Leo-”
“Oh no, Donnie,” Mikey interrupted before that could get off the ground. “Just because he’s trying to deflect, doesn’t mean he isn’t right. You need to get off your high horse and quit pretending you’re better than us because you’re smarter!” And you!” Mikey said pointing at the eldest brother, and the others watched as Raph leaned away from his younger brother. “You need to quit it with the passive-aggressive stuff! Just say you are angry and hurt! We don’t need you pretending you’re not and then ignoring us or saying backhanded stuff! Comminate! It’s not that hard!”
Mikey then turns to the whole group and grits his teeth.
“All of you know you’re wrong! But none of you are going to come out and apologize and would rather keep shouting at each other because you don’t want to lose whatever weird and annoying game you’re playing!” Mikey was waving his arms and then slammed them down on the table. “Well, guess what? It’s not a game! And if you don’t stop, I’m going to tie you together, and dangle you over the sewer fallout! And I will be happy and smiling while I do it, so don’t TEST ME!”
By the end, Mikey was breathing heavily and the others had backed up several feet. The wind had drained out of him and slumped slightly.
“I’m going back to bed. Don’t wake me up.” He left the three of them in the kitchen, and marched back into his room, collapsing onto the bed and curling up into his shell until he fell asleep.
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When Mikey awoke, he groaned and popped out of his shell keeping his eyes closed. He was already forming an apology in his mind to his brothers for his sleep-deprecated shouting earlier. So, when he opened his eyes and found the three brothers surrounding his bed, he squeaked in surprise and then groaned again once he realized who was there.
"Look, guys-" he said, but was quickly interrupted.
"We're sorry, Mikey," Raph said, and Mikey blinked.
"What?" he asked, feeling an intense amount of whiplash.
"Yeah..." Leo said, fidgeting with his hands. "We shouldn't have been fighting so much, you were right."
"As much as it pains me to admit it," Donnie said avoiding eye contact and crossing his arms. "You were right, and we could tell that our fighting was hurting you too. We should have been more considerate."
"We've all already apologized to each other and made up," Raph said. "So, we just needed to apologize to you as well."
Mikey was overwhelmed, and quite possibly in shock. This was so different than what he was expecting when he woke up. But he felt a rush of relief that the fighting was finally over.
"Thanks, you guys," he said, feeling a smile. "And I'm sorry about being so mean."
"You were just a tad mean," Leo said with a dismissive wave. "Honestly we needed more than a little delicate touch, doc." Donnie clapped his hands from where he was standing.
"Well now that all the sticky emotions are over, I am getting back to business." He turned around and waved back to the others. "You three enjoy yourselves doing whatever it is you do."
Ralph rolled his eyes and turned to Mikey.
"Do you want to play Animal Crossing with me?" Mikey shook his head.
"Nah, I'm going back to my nap," he said.
"Alright," Raph said and nudged Leo. "Come on, Lee."
"Alright, Alright," Leo said exasperated. "Night, bro," he called back.
"Night," Mikey said and curled up with a smile.
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I know this is late, stuff happened. Thank you for reading. Let me know if there is anything I should work on.
Thank you to @sariphantom for hosting the Rise August Challenge, which this is inspired by.
@nickelodeon Please save Rise.
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God Dammit!
I haven’t been a fan of TMNT for long, I was only brought into the fandom with Rise but this hurt!
I love these boys!
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)
Oh I love this! Your art is so good.
And don't worry, I'm just as behind as you 😅
Rise August Day 2: Disaster Twins
They're not called the DISASTER Twins for nothing, y'know. 😆
Totally worth being WAY behind on the challenge, but I'm NEVER doing that again for the rest of the challenge (we'll see how long that'll last). Based on the "Salt and Pepper Diner" skit, except replace the song "What's New Pussycat" with "Surfin' Bird", and not included in the picture is Hueso having a heart attack. Thanks, Family Guy.
Oh and someone set the jukebox on fire.
A few days ago, I showed my sibling Nimona.
(They are genderfluid.)
While I was getting ready today, I found this:
I am one happy older brother. 🥰
Moments Chapter 2: Disaster Twins
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Donnie and Leo loved to get each other gifts. It started with small things when they were younger. Leo brings home a bundle of wires from dumpster diving, or Donnie finds sparkly plastic jewelry for Leo to wear around the lair. There was something about seeing an item and instantly thinking that the other person would like it.
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On their 8th birthday, Leo pulled Donnie aside from the celebration and towards their room. Donnie grumbled at Leo's excited giggling and yanked his hand back to sit down as soon as they were through the door and alone. Leo didn't seem to mind, still smiling like a madman.
"I got you a gift!" Leo said, and Donnie just rolled his eyes.
"I know you did. You're not very good at keeping secrets. The only thing I don't know is where you're keeping it." The slider glared at his twin and with a huff reached under Donnie's bed. He then pulled out a small cardboard box with a bow on it. Donnie raised his eyebrows.
"You hid it under my bed?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah! Why would you look under your bed?" That was a fair point, Donnie conceded, then reached under his extra pillow, and pulled out a similarly sized box. Leo grinned and shoved his box into Donnie's hand before snatching the other one.
Leo stuck the bow to his head before ripping through the paper and rifling through the tissue paper inside. Donnie on the other hand was very careful in peeling up the pieces of tape, setting the bow to the side before unfolding the tissue paper and pulling out a white coffee mug. It was covered in designs of constellations and atoms that Leo clearly drew himself in varying shades of purple.
Donnie blinked down at the gift in surprise and looked up at Leo, who was pulling his own white mug covered in Donnie's hand-drawn designs, these of unicorns and rainbows. Leo broke out into a huge smile and began to laugh.
"We really are twins!" He shouted.
"Shut up," Donnie mumbled, annoyed.
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7 years later, Donnie was sitting in his lab finishing up the wrapping on his gift for his twin. He smoothed out the wrapping paper across the heavy box with steady hands, trying to dispel the nervousness that always came with getting a gift for his brothers.
Over the years both Donnie and Leo had given a lot of gifts to each other and to the rest of their family. Sometimes it was for special occasions, sometimes they saw something that the other person would like or need and just did it, sometimes it was just because. But giving gifts to Leo always felt different.
The thing was that, at least for Donnie, the gift exchanges were reminders of how well the twins knew each other. Donnie had a hard time understanding any of his brothers, but with Leo, it was a bit easier. He believed it had something to do with them both being people of thought, rather than action, like Raph and Mikey. Leo may have acted stupid, but Donnie knew that his true strength lay in his strategy, in his understanding and manipulation of the enemy. He tended to show it casually most of the time, but it was always still impressive.
But the point was that Donnie understood Leo on a level that he didn't quite with the rest of his family, and each time they gave each other gifts it helped reinforce that understanding. Plus, it was an easy way to show that they loved each other, without all the complexities of emotion.
Donnie reached out and grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen out of an old coffee mug, with purple hand-drawn constellations and atoms, scribbled a quiet "happy birthday" on the paper and stuck it under the bow. He then walked out and knocked on Leo's door.
He heard scrambling from inside and was greeted with a bright overwhelming smile on his twin's face.
"Finally! Why do you always say wrapping till the last minute?" Leo yelped as he pulled Donnie inside his room. Donnie didn't dignify the question with an answer and shoved the present into Leo's hands. Leo in turn put the box on the ground and shoved his own huge brightly wrapped box into Donnie's.
It had been a tradition ever since that first 8th birthday that they would give each other their presents separate from the rest of their family just so they could have a moment with each other alone on their birthday. And Donnie always had the strangest sense of Deja Vu whenever they did it. It was always a reminder of how little he and his twin had changed as they grew older. Because Leo still ripped and tore through the paper after sticking the bow on his head, and Donnie always peeled away the tape, to the point that Leo only used one or two pieces on the whole box to make the process faster.
Once it was open Donnie picked up a new soldering tool, remembering how he mentioned his old one was fizzing out uncontrollably, and in another box a Jupiter Jim comic book wrapped in cellophane. With a card on top that read "Mint condition ;)." Donnie felt himself start to wiggle and put down the box to flap his arms up and down, he wished he was in his wheelchair so we could spin around. He looked up to thank Leo and hug him, only to find Leo already leaning across the gap with an excited squeal, talking so fast that Donnie couldn't keep up.
In Leo's lap was a new custom wooden chess set, with each of the pieces a different sea creature. (Except for the nights which were unicorns, because his brother never grew out of that phase.)
Donnie hugged Leo back with a smile and patted him on the back before they drew apart.
"This is great, Don! I love it so much! You've got to play with me later today!"
Donnie just sighed and rolled his eyes, accepting the fact that he was going to get his butt whooped in chess because he never could be Leo at that game.
"Later," he said. "Let's just enjoy the party." Leo smiled and bolted for the door, dragging his twin behind.
Just like always.
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Beautiful!
Rise August Day 1: Mad Dogs
So... let's just pretend that I finished this on time and I'm TOTALLY not a day late on even my own art challenge, shall we?😅
Moments Chapter 1: Mad Dogs
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Draxum was still adjusting to being in contact with his creations. He had thought they had been destroyed with his lab, so when he saw them alive, he had been overwhelmed. When he had lost them, he hadn't truly mourned, he had been uncertain if the experiment would work and wasn't sure what it would have created, he wasn't even certain if they would be fully sentient. The fact that they were alive and there had caused a rush of emotion. Surprise and shock, but also pride and wonder. He had called them beautiful, and he had meant it.
As they fought, Draxum observed them carefully, trying to see what his creations had become in his absence. They had somehow managed to find the scrapped prototypes for the weapons that he had intended to give them if he had raised them. And each of them seemed to use them with at least a moderate form of success. Impressive. But what was more impressive was the fact that they could speak clearly, enough to banter with him and each other, and they each seem to have different and separate personalities from each other.
Even though he only spent a short time with them he could see that they had become people. Not weapons, or animals, or some empty shell that could be puppeteered. They were aware, sentient, alive. It made some small and strange thing bloom in his chest. He had ignored it.
He learned eventually that they called themselves "The Mad Dogs." Draxum had creased his eyebrows at the name, wondering why they would want to name themselves after a crazed and feral animal. But otherwise had not thought about it.
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It had not been until much later that he remembered he had made them to be weapons.
It had been a hard thing to remember. They acted up and goofed around so much, and rarely took anything seriously. Even when he had revealed a core piece of their identity, the truth about their human DNA, all they had done was squeal like little girls and jump up and down. And though he saw their power, it was easy for Draxum to continue thinking of them as nothing more than children. It took him seeing how they reacted after the Krang invasion to remember that fact.
Draxum had received a call from Michelangelo's phone shortly after the chaos had settled. All he had managed to gather was that Michelangelo had done something mystical and had been severely injured before he was out the door and on his way to the turtle's lair.
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When he arrived, he ignored the mess that the layer was in and march straight to the med bay. He threw the door straight open with a slam.
"Would anyone care to tell me-" he started, but he was immediately interrupted.
The Alchemist found himself tackled harshly against the wall, pinned there by a steel-like forearm across his neck, and staring down the glowing purple of a mystic technological weapon. Beyond the weapon he saw two animalistic eyes reflecting the purple light, pupils blown wide with adrenaline. Draxum froze under Donatello's gaze, the two eyes pinned him more securely to the wall than even the threat of the weapon. From behind the softshell, he heard a deep rumbling, and when he managed to look beyond the thing pinning him to the wall, he saw three more pairs of eyes staring him down intently. He felt his heartbeat pick up several notches, and his breath catch. His hind mind kicked into gear telling him to leave, screaming "threat!" in his ear. He felt like he had stumbled upon a den of predators, willing and able to kill him without thought. Like a pack of ravenous, hungry, and crazed dogs.
"Donnie," a voice said, and all attention twisted from him to the source. April stood in the corner; hands raised in surrender. "Donnie it's okay, it's just Barry. He's here to help Mikey, remember?"
Slowly, the purple turtle leaned back from Draxum. His weapon dissolved and he stepped away, pupils still wide but holding more clarity than before. Donatello nodded, glared at Draxum, and retreated towards the bed his brothers were gathered around.
Now that Draxum was able to get a clearer look at the room, he nearly winced at the state of the brothers. Leonardo was by far the worst, wrapped in a huge number of bandages and looked trapped in the bed under the weight of the injuries. Raphael was favoring his left side, his right I was swollen shut, he had his body hunched over the bed pointing his spiked shell outwards and revealing the puncture wound above his shoulder. Donatello looked the best out of the brothers, resting on the foot of the bed like a sentry, but he was leaning on his bo staff like a crutch, and the Alchemist could still see bandages and patches on his arm. He also noted the lack of battle shell and the way the turtle angled his real shell away from him. Michelangelo was sitting at the end of the bed too, and Draxum saw the burns reaching up his forearms and the way his hand shook. They all still pinned him with that unnerving stare, but it was less of a threat and more of a warning.
"Sorry," April said. "You just startled them a little, they're still kind of on edge."
"Yeah," Michelangelo said from the bed, with a small smile, but his voice was hoarse and weak. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Draxum said. He slowly approached the bed trying to keep his body language relaxed. "Now," he said gesturing for Michelangelo to show his injuries. The others' animalistic eyes still pinned on him. "Would you mind telling me exactly what happened?"
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Later, when Draxum would try to go to sleep, the image of those stares would burst through his mind, and he would be wide awake again. He would be reminded of the name "Mad Dogs" and would find that it suddenly fit.
Because no matter how childish they were, how silly, how kind, they would always have the capability to be weapons. They would always be more powerful than almost everyone they would ever meet. They would always have a wild part of themselves, that would seek to eliminate any threat to themselves or to anyone they cared about. It was a frightening thought, and The Alchemist was suddenly very happy that he had not raised the boys.
Because no matter how much he had missed, and he had missed so much, he was happy that they had the chance to be more than weapons. Happy they had the chance to be more than crazed and feral animals. Happy that they had been raised as children and not soldiers. Happy that that wild part of themselves was not the only thing that defined them.
Even if he still did not understand why they chose to call themselves by that title, he was happy it was a part of themselves that they could embrace along with their... humanity.
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Moments: Rise One-Shots
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Based on the Rise August Challenge by @sariphantom Thank you for Hosting this Challenge.
Mad Dogs: Draxum ponders over why his creations would use the term “Mad Dogs” to identify themselves. He sees why. (BAMF Turtle Brothers, Draxum trying his best)
Disaster Twins: Donnie and Leo like to show their love through gifts. (Fluff, Angst, Gifts)
Dr. Delicate Touch: How did Mikey become Dr. Delicate Touch. (Turtle Tots)
Yokai: Donnie and his brother weren’t humans. So, he was excited to discover that there was a whole city of people like them. Except that it turns out they aren’t Yokai either.
Mayhem: Agent 64 knows that their mission is over. That the council would want them back to continue their work elsewhere. So, they gave themselves a new mission: to spy and report on human activity.
Cassandra Jones: Cassandra Jones had loved the Foot Clan, the Clan just hadn’t loved her back.
Senor Hueso: The hidden city was aware of the invasion but didn’t know how it ended. Senor Hueso finds out when the turtles come to eat.
Big Mama: Leo is trapped with Raph by Big Mama (Whump)
Kimono: Ralph wears a kimono; it feels strangely right.
Pizza: Mikey tries to make pizza from scratch. It... doesn't really work out.
April O’Neil: It’s hard to believe that April is human sometimes, even she sometimes questions it. (BAMF April)
Cassy Jr.: Cassy Jr has a panic attack. Raph helps. (Angst)
Cannonball: Cannonball Day ends with Mikey having his arm in a cast. (Hurt/Comfort, Broken Bones)
Purple Dragons: Donnie was not happy that the Purple Dragons had made him almost destroy his brothers. But they were fine in the end, so no harm, no foul. That didn't mean they weren’t still on thin ice with him, then they decided to do the incredibly stupid thing of risking his son’s AI’s life. They weren't going to know what hit them.
Invention: Donnie has never been the safest in his lab. He regrets that now more than ever, as his newest invention begins to malfunction.
Hidden City: The Hidden City is a weird place. so, when something weirder comes along they notice it. And rumors are a thing no matter where you live.
Warren Stone: Warren Stone is not the most intimidating figure, but he'll be damned if the relaxing date he had planned for him and his boyfriend was to be interrupted by anything.
Lou Jitsu: Splinter finds an old Lou Jitsu Movie, and he takes it home. He never meant for his boys to find it. (Fluff, Angst, Tots)
Snow Day: Mikey isn't the best at dealing with low temperatures. His brothers must deal with the aftermath. (Hurt/Comfort, Whump)
Sleepover: Everyone needs some comfort after the invasion, and since Leo can't be moved from the Med Bay, they'll have to make do. (Hurt/Comfort)
Mrs. Cuddles: How did Raph become afraid of Mrs. Cuddles?
Hypno: It turns out that Leo and Hypno have a lot in common. So, when they're not trying to beat the living daylights out of each other, they have a lot to talk about.
Turtle Tots: Turtle brothers have always been trouble magnets, which hadn't been great when they were younger. There was a reason Donnie invented his battle shell.
Rise: The Hamato children remember what it was like when they awoke their Ninpo.
@nickelodeon please bring back Rise!
This is everything I love!
Sweet Brothers and then Heart Break!
Please show it Love!!!
I made a ROTTMNT Turtle Tots comic for Twitter about the Disaster Twins accidentally switching outfits!
MOVIE SPOILER WARNING BTW
