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This was so fun to read and imagine!! Vote for Corey Jr. for more stories like this!

TMNT Multiverse Election Propaganda (Part 4):

Theme #4: Circus

Character: Corey Jones (My ROTTMNT OC) and a few other characters

Author’s Note: Here’s the fourth part/story for the TMNT Multiverse Election! Be sure to vote for Corey in the election! I also have this posted on AO3 as well, so just look up TMNT: Multiverse Election 2025: Corey Jones on AO3 and you should be able to find it! 👍✨💜

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The air in Black Creek, Alabama, was thick as molasses and just as sweet, heavy with the scent of pine, fried chicken, and the tantalizing promise of popcorn. But tonight, cutting through it all, was the electric hum of anticipation. Lou Jitsu’s Traveling Mystic Marvels had rolled into town, their crimson and gold big top glowing like a fantastical beacon against the deepening twilight.

Inside, the energy was already a whirlwind. Casey Jr, all wiry limbs and mischievous grin, dodged a stray trapeze rope as he lugged a bucket of water backstage. His twin sister, Corey Jones, a brilliant young genius and just a touch more grounded (though still prone to daredevil notions), was tinkering with a loose panel on Donnie’s latest contraption, a shimmering, multi-faceted orb that was supposed to project "hypno-beams" – mostly just fancy lights, but effective.

"Nearly showtime, bros!" chirped Michelangelo, his voice a melodic hum even as he juggled glowing hoops that pulsed with faint mystic energy. He looked less like a ninja and more like a cosmic faerie, his usual orange bandana swapped for a sequined turban that shimmered under the stage lights. "Are the Mystic Muffin Bombs prepped?"

Corey grinned, wiping sweat from her brow. “Always, Uncle Mikey! Aunty April says we gotta earn our keep."

"And you do," a familiar, no-nonsense voice cut in. April O'Neil, looking sharp in a ringmaster's coat with a whip casually slung over her shoulder (for show, she insisted, though Raph occasionally claimed otherwise), strode past, her eyes scanning for any last-minute hitches. "Just remember, the 'mystic' part stays in the act, alright? No real portal punches tonight, Leo."

Leonardo, already in his sequined-studded "Mystic Blade Master" costume, winked from where he was preening in front of a cracked mirror. "Aww, but April, where's the fun in that? We're the Hamato Clan, masters of pizzazz and peril!" He struck a dramatic pose, much to the exasperation of Raphael, who was backstage, grunting as he lifted what looked suspiciously like an actual car engine, painted to resemble a circus dumbbell.

"Pizzazz is fine, Leo," Raph rumbled, his voice a low growl of effort. "But if your 'peril' breaks another tent pole, Splinter's gonna make you clean the elephant stalls." There were no elephants, but the threat was understood.

Casey Jr. chuckled, setting down the bucket of water he was carrying earlier. “Don't worry, Uncle Raph. Uncle Donnie's tech is practically yokai-proof. Mostly."

Donatello himself, draped in a magnificent, glowing cloak that would look absurd on anyone else but was somehow regal on him, emerged from a cloud of dry ice. "My dear, naive nephew," he declared, adjusting his purple-tinted goggles. "My tech is always Yokai-proof. The issue is usually the… application by my less scientifically inclined brethren." He shot a pointed look at Leo, who was now attempting to levitate a rubber chicken with sheer willpower.

Their sensei, the venerable (and perpetually napping) Splinter, emerged from his makeshift dressing room – a velvet-lined trunk – with a yawn that stretched his snout. He wore a slightly too-small top hat and a bored expression. "Show. Begins. Now. More cheese puffs for Splinter."

The audience, mostly Black Creek locals – a mix of wide-eyed children clutching cotton candy, skeptical teenagers, and weary adults hoping for a good distraction – had filled the tent to capacity. The air thrummed with the shared breath of a community, eager for magic.

The show opened with April’s booming introduction, followed by Mikey’s "Cosmic Sparkler" act, where he spun his nunchaku, creating arcs of golden light that danced like fireflies and ignited small, harmless (mostly) explosions. Next, Raph, "The Hammer of the Hamato," tore chains apart with his bare hands, making the audience gasp, while Leo, "The Magnificent Mystic," performed daring escapes from locked cages, seemingly melting through solid steel with a flourish. Donnie, meanwhile, controlled the entire spectacle, his tech transforming the big top into a canvas of light and sound, his voice cool and confident as he narrated the "impossible" feats.

Corey and Casey Jr., disguised as tiny clowns with oversized props, would run out to collect discarded items or set up the next act, their enthusiasm infectious. It was during Leo's grand finale – "The Disappearing Act," where he promised to vanish in a puff of smoke and reappear atop the tent – that things got… out of hand.

As Leo struck his pose inside a shimmering, high-tech box, Donnie hit the smoke machine. A thick, sweet-smelling cloud billowed. But when it cleared, Leo wasn't gone. Instead, a small, multi-limbed creature, something like a grumpy, overgrown centipede made of moss and twigs, was sitting in his place, munching contentedly on the discarded rubber chicken. It had clearly followed the scent of the Hamato's mystic energy, drawn by Mikey's act.

A ripple of confused whispers swept through the crowd. "Is that... part of the act?" someone whispered.

Splinter, who had been dozing in his ringmaster's chair, snapped awake. "Pesky yokai," he muttered, adjusting his top hat. "Always drawn to a good show."

April, ever the quick thinker, stepped forward. "A magnificent, unplanned addition to our show, folks!" she announced, her voice booming with practiced enthusiasm. "It's… the Moss Monster of Mississippi! Watch as our brave performers tame this wild beast!"

Leo, flustered but quickly catching on, tried to shoo the yokai. "Hey! That's my spot, buddy!"

The moss monster hissed, twitching its antennae. It wasn't aggressive, just a nuisance, but its sudden appearance definitely wasn't in the script.

"Alright, boys, subtle," April hissed backstage. "No mystic powers that look too real!"

Raph groaned, adjusting his strongman belt. "Subtle? We're stuck with a walking salad!"

Donnie, however, saw an opportunity.

"Raph, create a diversion! Mikey, use your mystic energy to coax it! Leo, try a distraction dance! April, keep the crowd engaged! Corey, Casey Jr., prep the net!"

The twins, their eyes wide with excitement, grabbed the oversized net they used for a "magic trick" involving a giant rabbit that was really Mikey in disguise. This was way better.

Raph stomped into the ring, flexing his muscles, catching the moss monster's attention. "Witness the incredible strength required to negotiate with this creature!" he boomed, trying to herd it towards where Mikey was subtly swirling a juicy peach (it’s favorite, according to Donnie's quick scanning).

Leo, meanwhile, started an impromptu, over-the-top tango with an imaginary partner, spinning and kicking with such ridiculous flair that a few kids in the front row actually applauded, distracted from the leafy beast.

The moss monster, momentarily charmed by Mikey's peach and confused by Leo's antics, took a step. That was all Corey and Casey Jr. needed. With a synchronised grunt, they flung the net, catching the surprisingly agile creature. It wriggled, but its attention was now on the net, not the audience.

Donnie, with a flick of his wrist, activated a small, barely perceptible portal device on his arm, opening a tiny, temporary gateway to a pleasant, mossy glade in the Hidden City. "To your natural habitat, my verdant friend!" he announced, as if it was all part of the act. With a final, slightly indignant twitch, the moss monster vanished through the shimmering portal, peach and all.

The crowd erupted in applause. They thought it was all part of the show, a truly amazing special effect.

Leo, wiping a bead of sweat, took a bow, striking his "I meant to do that" pose.

"Another successful taming of the beast, thanks to the power of… showmanship!"

Splinter, now munching on a freshly procured bag of cheese puffs, gave a rare, proud nod. "Excellent. Now, for my grand finale: the disappearing act of the cheese puffs. Watch closely."

As the audience cheered, the Hamato Clan exchanged knowing glances. Another town, another show, another brush with the mystic world seamlessly woven into their spectacular charade. Corey gave Casey Jr. a high-five, their grins mirroring the shared secret. Living in a traveling circus with the Hamato family was never boring. And tomorrow, they'd pack up the big top, load the trucks, and head to the next small town, ready for their next spectacle. The show, after all, must always go on.

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IM FUCKING DEAD HES BEAUTIFUL

i actually finished the design HELLPPP

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Hatchi matchi! *teleports us both to mars and we die*

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SO COZY!!! ^____^

I HAD to participate in @eggbem ‘s DTIYS!

The brown kitty looks orange in the sunlight but oh well!! I loved doing this one, It was also a great chance to curate my own artstyle :)

Congrats on 1k Eggbem!!! =D

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Shpingle Shpongle Bingle Bongle Dagongle - Submitted by ashciz

#8535FF #35C5FF #82FF34 #E4FF34 #FF4BFC

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The still have commission slots available!! Go check their work ✅

Hi loves!

Quick little PSA that I’ve got commission slots open!

I’ve also updated the visuals for my price sheet to better reflect my work this year :)

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Is this a sign to re-watch the movies

so.. new au anyone??

So I did something….

In Aprils small garden, there are four fairies- uh turtle— turtle fairies???, don’t question it!! they cause mayhem in her garden. They camouflage. Themselves as fruit they are associated with blueberries, mandarins, grapes and strawberries. She usually sees them sleeping in flowers but when the sun goes down that’s when little lights happen around in the garden. Red.. orange.. Blue.. and purple. April has mistaken them as fireflies at one point. last time she checked— fireflies do not talk. They do not giggle, they dont move things around in her garden, that she didn’t move herself. She thought she was going insane until one day she heard singing.. They were hiding in the bushes blending in with the green leaves, but when they were spotted, they hid in their shells hoping she’d disappear mistaking them as fancy rocks.. but no she stuck around befriending the small creatures .. Ouma made Donnie’s for fun!!! So thank you pookie!!

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I drew heavily from the fanfics "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Midlife Crisis" and Mizi Alien Stage for this.

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Oh you've been practicing a LOT

REDRAW 2

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day 2!! Masks @nickelodeon @paramountpictures GIVE US WHAT WE WANT

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The way id bark like a fucking dog for ur Donnie is not funny of my god

Flattering. Consider not.

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Making Peace AU! Donnie

I love Botany Donnie; that scrapped episode script lives rent-free at all times in my brain.

Close-up below:

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Cutecore pngs! ~ do not credit me, for @terrortowne !

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redraw from @smoothturtle0 's animation

been drawing these two a lot and will continue to do so

da TikTok -> (x)

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some misc dividers :3

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fruit trash icons by Mayosoft (2004)

(all transparent pngs)

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Artist blinkies! F2u with credit, recolor and resize as needed!