#TMNT: RESPAWN

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TMNT: RESPAWN Messy mikey refrence

(oh would you look at that he’s uhm. He’s uh….. dead)

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My friend Klunk ( @quinnsnake ) are making an au called TMNT: Respawn!!!

I designed Donny while they designed Leo and Mikey!!!!!

The Au is an au where the turtles are in Minecraft! (I'm not the best at explaining so to get a better explanation go to @quinnsnake and see their posts!)

This is Donny's design!!!

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A Letter from Me to Me

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @butchmellohi)

Fandom: The Last Ronin (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Prompt: In character letter to another character or even to a past or future self (open ended, any iteration) Word Count: 535

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Dear Michelangelo,

You are a tough kid. 

You are a terrifying kid.

You are a powerful, naturally talented, gift of a kid.

But out of all these sentences, Michelangelo, there’s one word in common.

You are just a kid.

My god… I look at you and I can not believe how small we used to be. I look in the mirror and I struggle to convince myself that we are one in the same. You look like you could still light up any room you walk into, you look like you still carry that spark. And here I am, having become one with the shadows and reflecting back on my life and who I used to be. 

But I lost that, a long time ago, I lost that spark in you. That spark that makes everything, everything, feel like a game. Or at the very least makes it feel like a game that we have an actual shot at winning. 

I can not lie to you, Michelangelo, at some point it feels like you get stuck in a repetitive game loop where we can not progress because of our action. And there’s no check points, there’s no respawn. We can’t reload an old save. 

Heh, guess I’m not completely devoid of old fun references, huh?

My point is: I am not you. Once upon a time, we shared a name, we shared a face, we shared a mind. But I hope, for everything in this world, that I look like a complete stranger to you. And I hope that you will never have to see my face ever again.

And.. Only now do I realize I have not actually introduced myself to you, though I am pretty certain that my identity is crystal clear. 

My name used to be Michelangelo, much like you. I used to be a kid like you. But things in my life got messy. I got messy. And I lost any right to call myself that. Michelangelo loves fun, Michelangelo never stops smiling, and Michelangelo has a family to support him. 

You can call me Ronin, it’s.. It’s easier that way. 

One day, you may be faced with the same set of choices that I have had to make. I hope for the sake of your sanity that you will never have to face what I have had to face. But if you do, it is vital that you understand that you can’t just give up. It seems easy. You want to just lie down and take whatever the world is cruel enough to give you, but you can’t. 

It’s a sick joke, but you’ll learn rather quickly that there is no escape. You’ll take the beatings, you’ll take the pain, but there won’t be an end until you bring honor to your family. 

And it isn’t fair. I know it isn’t. But that is why I am writing to you. Because I was the Michelangelo who won. And if I can give you any advice to help you succeed better than I did, I will give it to you. 

Remember, the world will beat you down. But you just have to stand back up. 

Stand up, Michelangelo.

A stranger,  Ronin

[talesofwell]

Main Character Bios & Info

Bios for the main focus characters (BLU Scout, Pyro, Sniper, and Spy, and RED Scout, Engineer, and Sniper), with some extra random info for each! This is all info from the beginning of the series (unless otherwise noted), so some things are likely to change over the course of the shorts, but this is a little look at who the guys are when we first meet them :) Looong infodump under the cut! Enjoy!

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BLU Scout (“Blue”)

Name: Aiden Marcus Knight Age: 23 Nationality: American (Massachusetts [Boston]) Time w/ BLU: 13 months

Height: 5’11 Hair: Light brown, crew cut Eye Colour: Hazel Skin Tone: Tanned Caucasian Build: Slim, broad-shouldered, defined legs Scars: Respawn error: axe wound (left side, abdomen, and back; inward to navel/spine [lowest two ribs are artificial]), bonesaw wound (right pectoral), kukri wound (left collarbone), gunshot wound (center sternum), gunshot wound (back, right shoulder), appendectomy, childhood injury (left calf) Other Distinguishing Features: N/A

Uniform Cosmetics: Ball-Kicking Boots, Track Terrorizer (After Eight), Backwards Ballcap (Air of Debonair) Typical Weapon Loadout: Scattergun, Bonk! (when available) or Pistol, Sandman

Likes: Sketching, painting (esp. graffiti/tagging), running, brawling, baseball (Red Sox fan), comic books (primarily Marvel, esp. Spider-Man), cartoons (esp. Looney Tunes and TMNT) Dislikes: Doctors, being ignored, being called stupid, being called gay Fears: Merinthophobia (fear of being bound/tied up, esp. his limbs [severe enough to induce debilitating panic attacks]), mild claustrophobia Habits: Fidgets, chews nails Disorders/Medical Conditions: Dyslexia, potential (very-probable) ADHD

Extra Facts:

Has eight older brothers, and he’s used to having to be the loudest—and most obnoxiously tactless and offensive—person in the room in order to make himself heard. It’s a habit he still hasn’t shed after over a year working as a mercenary, much to his teammates’ chagrin.

Generally, the only time he’ll willingly sit still for any stretch is when he’s drawing, whether it’s in a sketchbook or when he’s making a graffiti stencil. If forced to sit still and there’s any paper in reach, he’ll doodle to keep himself entertained (he always has at least a stubby pencil in his pocket) until the paper runs out. Then he starts getting annoying.

Surprisingly naïve for his age, and willfully ignorant of any topic that doesn’t catch his interest; if something doesn’t immediately hook him, he’s not going to engage. This, combined with his general lack of “book-smarts” (he dropped out of high school at sixteen instead of having to repeat grade ten; Ma was not happy), tends to lead to him being a colossal dumbass sometimes most of the time [he wasn’t supposed to be as stupid as he is, honest…].

Brawler. Prefers close combat to gunplay nine times out of ten; his Sandman is his favourite weapon, though if he gets really carried away, he’ll just start going at it with his fists. He loves the adrenaline rush of getting in a good punch to the face, or getting clocked himself.

Has an ungodly amount of energy, and puts most of it to work pestering and pissing off his teammates. Anything he can say or do to push someone’s buttons, he’ll say or do without hesitation. Aside from his general motor-mouthed offensiveness, he’s a big fan of pranking the team to the point that even Engie will have steam coming from his ears, and when he gets his monthly supply of Bonk, it gets easily a million times worse.

Really does care about (most of) his teammates, even if he is a complete jackass more often than not, and the affection is (mostly) returned, though he may not believe it so much. In the Team Garrison “family”, he’s definitely the annoying little brother, or unruly child, to the rest of the men.

Surprisingly friendly with Spy, to absolutely everyone’s shock; Spy is actually likely his closest friend on the team. Even though Spy spends a lot of his time “sitting around being boring”, Blue likes talking with him and tends to actively harass him less than the others.

Heavily repressed bisexual. Everyone else knows he’s at least a little into guys (he’s not nearly as subtle as he thinks he is), but he will loudly and vehemently—and sometimes violently—deny it if confronted.

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BLU Pyro

Name: Guillermo “Billy” José Soto Age: 20 Nationality: Mexican (Santa Ana) Time w/ BLU: 12 months

Height: 5’9 Hair: Black, chin length, long bangs Eye Colour: Brown Skin Tone: Pale tan Build: Underweight, defined arms Scars: Third-degree burn (left arm, elbow to shoulder; left side, mid-ribs to armpit; back, left side, mid-back to upper shoulder; neck, left side; left cheek from jaw to cheekbone [primarily hypertrophic scarring, some contracture on left shoulder]) Other Distinguishing Features: N/A

Uniform Cosmetics: Pin-on button (“Born to Fry Spies”), Scorched Earth Stompers, Pyromancer’s Hood [received “Little Moments: Supply Day”], Firebrand [received around “Breakfast”] Typical Weapon Loadout: Flame Thrower, Flare Gun, Fire Axe

Likes: Fire, rock music (esp. Pink Floyd, Queen, and Santana), playing guitar, animals (esp. birds and reptiles), privacy, being alone Dislikes: His scar, his voice, Spies, being cold, the f-slur (and the various derivatives Blue comes up with) Fears: Suffocation, drowning Habits: Playing with lighters/lighting matches Disorders/Medical Conditions: Mild pyromania

Extra Facts:

Received his scar when he was fifteen, when he was trapped (along with his cousin and some friends) in a garage that was set on fire by some gangsters his cousin owed money to. A burning piece of the roof fell on his back and shoulder, and the scarring there is deeper; he has next to no sensation there and he’s lost some of his shoulder flexibility due to the tightness of the scarring. When he was nineteen, he set the house of one of the gangsters on fire, with the gangster and his family inside. They all managed to get out, but Billy was arrested for arson and attempted murder, and picked up by BLU while on trial.

Due to damage to his throat when he was burned, his voice sounds like he’s been smoking a pack a day since he was five: it is very deep, and gravelly. He hates how it sounds, and, along with his scar, it’s a major reason he keeps his mask on so much.

Major introvert. Spends most of his free time in his room, or out in the backyard burning things. He does make fairly regular visits to Engie in his workshop, but he rarely spends time with anyone else on the team. Even on the rare occasions that he hangs out in the rec room instead of his bedroom, he’ll usually rebuff attempts at conversation unless it’s about something important (or especially interesting).

Fluent in English, but can have trouble with vocabulary sometimes, especially if it’s not a word he comes across often. Part of the reason he enjoys spending so much time with Engie is that Engie can understand Spanish, as well as speak it a little, so he’s able to talk to someone in his mother tongue.

Has a massive collection of records, cassette tapes, and CDs; he’s almost always listening to something when he’s in his room. He also has a big box of mix-tapes that he’s created over the past year; he’s made a few for Engie and Medic, too.

Openly gay, though not everyone’s realized, so far. It’s not a topic that tends to come up a lot on the rare occasions anyone can corner him for a chat. Engie is aware—and doesn’t care, so long as it’s not being shoved in his face—as are Medic and Heavy. Spy also knows, though not because Pyro told him; Spy just sussed it out on his own.

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BLU Sniper

Name: Peter Michael Allen Age: 38 Nationality: Australian (Northern Territory [primarily Outback]) Time w/ BLU: 11 years, 3 months [Sawmill vet; longest-serving merc]

Height: 6’5 Hair: Dark brown, short, messy, long sideburns Eye Colour: Dark blue Skin Tone: Well-tanned Caucasian Build: Thin, broad-shouldered Scars: Respawn error: knife wound (“Sniper scar”: left cheekbone and side of left nostril), kukri wound (upper right abdomen), knife wound (back of neck, spine), dingo bite (right calf) Other Distinguishing Features: Perpetual five-o’clock shadow

Uniform Cosmetics: Itsy Bitsy Spyer (blue doll), Triggerman’s Tacticals Typical Weapon Loadout: Sniper Rifle, Razorback, Machete

Likes: The outdoors, wildlife (esp. lizards and birds of prey), spiders, barbecuing, old movies (Golden Age), “oldies” music (esp. ’40s-’50s) Dislikes: Weak coffee, being cold, the dark, short doorways and low ceilings Fears: Blindness, canines (dogs, wolves, coyotes, etc) Habits: Smoker Disorders/Medical Conditions: N/A

Extra Facts:

Has been at this “war” a long time, almost since the initial reformation of TF Industries. Still tries to take things as seriously and to remain as professional as he can, but it’s been getting harder and harder to do. He’s not even really sure why he’s doing it any more, aside from maybe affection for his teammates, and not having any idea of what else he would want to do with his life.

Team Garrison’s unofficial leader, mostly due to seniority but also due to the other members of the team respecting him a great deal. He’s not exactly the “leader” type, in his mind, so he’s not likely to be giving orders or trying to tell the others what to do, but everyone listens to him when he speaks and he’s the one that they’ll come to with most issues they can’t handle themselves.

Spy’s “work husband”. The two of them have worked together since Spy was recruited at Sawmill, and have been friends for nearly as long. They know each other’s real names [*though it’s not required by their contracts, the mercs are strongly encouraged to keep their names to themselves], and are as close as two people can platonically be (there was an attempt to initiate a… deeper relationship on Spy’s part, years ago, but Sniper is asexual, so they remain heterosexual life partners). He received his Itsy Bitsy Spyer from Spy back at Sawmill, after they first told each other their names, and he gave Spy a Spycrab in return (Spy keeps it on his night table).

Not the typical loner hired by RED and BLU for his class. While he does enjoy his alone time, he’s more than happy to hang out with the rest of the team, spends most of his free time around the base rather than off on his own, and actually sleeps in his provided room in the barracks most nights, rather than in his camper. He’s also usually the first up and about in the morning; he lets Engie or Medic make breakfast (he can’t cook for shit), but he always makes the coffee.

Frequently “makes friends” with the wildlife and spiders around base. He fed and looked after a succession of squirrels, rabbits, raccoons, crows, snakes, and one great horned owl at Sawmill, and a gila monster, a red-tailed hawk, and several generations of wolf spiders at Teufort. He lets them stay wild and doesn’t try to domesticate them, but he inevitably ends up with at least a few critters in the vicinity that know his camper van and common sniping perches are safe places to chill and get a snack.

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BLU Spy

Name: [REDACTED] Age: 41 Nationality: (Assumed) French Time w/ BLU: 10 years, 1 month [Sawmill vet]

Height: 5’8 Hair: Light brown, short side part (right), widow’s peak Eye Colour: Light grey Skin Tone: Pale Caucasian Scars: Gunshot wound (lower left abdomen), kukri wound (upper back, top of right shoulder blade to bottom of left shoulder blade) Other Distinguishing Features: N/A

Uniform Cosmetics: Blood Banker Typical Weapon Loadout: L’Etranger, Balisong, Disguise Kit, Cloak and Dagger, Sapper

Likes: Scotch, spy novels, cleanliness and organization (in himself, others, and his environment), swing music, crooner music (esp. Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra), privacy Dislikes: Uncleanliness, disorganization, chaos, ignorance (himself and others), surprises (even good ones), [hates] the RED Sniper Fears: [REDACTED] Habits: Chain smoker Disorders/Medical Conditions: [REDACTED]

Extra Facts:

Like Sniper, he’s been at this long enough to not take it too seriously any more, and as a result is much more open and friendly with his teammates than the majority of Spies. He still tries to maintain some degree of distance and intrigue (he is a Spy, after all), but he knows there’s no real harm in opening up a little and being on friendly terms with his co-workers. Most of the time. He has become… overly attached to certain teammates over the years, and when he has, it has led to near universally tragic results.

Nosy and gossipy; he loves to know everything that’s going on with everyone, as much as he can. He’s gathered more “intel” on both his teammates and opponents over the years than BLU and RED likely have, and knows more about everyone else than they realize (or would probably be comfortable with him knowing).

Was involved in a brief sexual relationship with the RED Sniper at Sawmill, shortly after the RED Sniper was first recruited. It ended poorly, to put it extremely mildly, and they’ve hated each other with a passion ever since. They will gladly take any opportunity to harm (or kill) each other, even during ceasefire, which has led to multiple unfortunate incidents over the years, several of which have spilled over to involve other mercs (usually members of the BLU team, unfortunately; Spy tries to keep their animosity strictly between him and the RED Sniper, but the RED Sniper isn’t as restrained).

Hates getting himself dirty in the course of his work. Tries to make most of his kills as bloodless as possible, or to keep himself at a safe distance if he needs to get… messy. While not as vain as his RED counterpart, he does take great pride in maintaining his immaculate appearance, even in the heat of battle.

Recently renewed his contract, despite being almost entirely disillusioned with the “war” at this point. He’s harboured a growing disquiet over the RED/BLU conflict for years, and he’s not quite ready to lose the “inside insight” he has on it as a mercenary in BLU’s employ.

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RED Scout (“Red”/“Freckles”)

Name: Cooper Patrick O’Hare Age: 18 (almost 19) Nationality: American (New York [Brooklyn]) Time w/ RED: N/A [begins “First Day”]

Height: 5’4 Hair: Strawberry-blond, fade Eye Colour: Light brown Skin Tone: Lightly-tanned Caucasian Build: Thin, defined legs Scars: N/A Other Distinguishing Features: Buck teeth, freckles (literally everywhere: face [particularly over nose and cheekbones], neck, shoulders, back, legs, and arms)

Uniform Cosmetics: [*Acquired over the course of the shorts] Brooklyn Booties, Imp’s Imprint, Bonk Batter’s Backup Typical Weapon Loadout: Scattergun, Pistol, Bat

Likes: Dancing, cooking, baseball (Yankees fan), “classic” rock music (’60s-early ’80s), pop music, “kids’ movies” (Disney animated movies, G/PG-rated movies), animals Dislikes: Being short, his buck teeth, being treated like a kid, silence, being alone Fears: Deafness Habits: Chatters excessively Disorders/Medical Conditions: Asthma [mostly negated by injections provided before deployment]

Extra Facts:

A happy, bubbly extrovert. Will almost always seek out company rather than spend time alone, even if he usually just ends up chattering away at someone while he’s doing whatever he’s doing rather than chatting with them. He tends to not have much of a filter between his thoughts and his mouth, and he speaks without thinking a lot, but he’s easygoing enough that he’s not nearly as offensive to be around as his BLU counterpart. Overwhelmingly friendly, too; he’s willing, and will try, to make friends with anyone, unless they actively give him a reason not to.

Total babyface. Combined with his height, it makes him look like he’s fifteen years old at most, and it drives him crazy. He hates being underestimated and looked down on because of how he looks, and is quick to correct (with violence, if necessary) anyone who assumes his youthful appearance and general friendliness mean he’s easy to mess with. He is, however, objectively adorable, no matter how much it pisses him off.

Extremely flexible and acrobatic. Has been into dancing and gymnastics since he was a kid and, with the pre-deployment injections given to him by RED, he’s unbelievably nimble, even by Scout standards.

Quick learner, and not as unworldly as one might expect from someone his age. He’s still finding his feet in this odd situation he’s gotten himself involved in, but he chose mercenary work after taking a year off after high school, and it wasn’t just for the money.

He’s pretty sure he’s bi, but he’s never been in a same-sex relationship before. He’s definitely curious, though, and open to experimenting and figuring things out.

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RED Engineer (“Wrenches”)

Name: Thomas William Harris Age: 34 Nationality: American (Georgia [Savannah]) Time w/ RED: 5 years, 3 months [Sawmill vet]

Height: 5’8 Hair: Dirty blond, buzz cut Eye Colour: Dark brown Skin Tone: Tanned Caucasian Build: Stout, broad-shouldered and -chested Scars: Knife wound (back of neck, spine), electrical burn (left wrist) Other Distinguishing Features: Robotic right hand (self-upgraded Gunslinger model), perpetual five o’clock shadow

Uniform Cosmetics: Builder’s Blueprints, Trencher’s Tunic, Packable Provisions, Hazard Handler Typical Weapon Loadout: Shotgun, Wrangler, Gunslinger, Wrench

Likes: Robots/robotics, machines, science fiction (TV, movies, and books), space/astronomy, working, bourbon Dislikes: Country music, crowds, shoddy workmanship, cruelty Fears: (Permanent) death Habits: Fidgets with Gunslinger Disorders/Medical Conditions: Insomnia

Extra Facts:

Tends to be quite reserved and distant with his teammates, though he’s easygoing and friendly enough with anyone who makes the effort to get to know him. He’s an amazing listener, and is the perfect guy to vent to with no fear of judgement. He has a fairly limited social battery, though; he’s more comfortable spending time with his machines than with other people most of the time, and can only take so much human interaction before he gets uncomfortable. He is actually on fairly genial terms with more members of the BLU team than of his own.

Has always been fascinated by machines and robots, to a near unhealthy degree, and is constantly coming up with new designs for gadgets, improvements to his existing gear, and potential mechanical implants, usually to the detriment of his eating and sleeping schedules. He hasn’t regretted cutting off his hand for his Gunslinger for even a second, and he would not be at all opposed to being the world’s first cyborg, if the opportunity ever presented itself. He also has a great deal of interest in the mechanics behind respawn and Mann Co’s other “developments”; he’s been officially reprimanded by the Administration for both trying to reverse-engineer various pieces of equipment and weaponry, and trying to crack open the intel more than once. [*The intel briefcases are specially sealed so the mercs can’t open them, even with all the weaponry at their disposal. Actually managing to open the intel briefcases is one of the few offenses in the mercs’ contracts that will result in immediate termination (read: permanent death).]

Strongly dislikes the RED Sniper. He’s disgusted by Sniper’s particular brand of cruelty, and hates to see him manipulating other members of the team. He’ll go out of his way to put a stop to it if he catches Sniper in a lie or manipulation, which has led to no little amount of animosity between them.

Has a veritable library of science-fiction media, from books to movies to homemade VHS recordings of Star Trek (original series and TNG, of course). He has also successfully made his own (briefly) working lightsaber and phaser, and has Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics engraved in the side of his toolbox. He’s not very conspicuous in his sci-fi fandom, but it’s obvious to anyone who cares to take even a cursory look.

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RED Sniper

Name: Hollis Jacob Colling Age: 31 Nationality: Australian Time w/ RED: 8 years, 6 months [Sawmill vet]

Height: 6’2 Hair: Brown, short, messy Eye Colour: Brown Skin Tone: Well-tanned Caucasian Build: Thin, broad-shouldered Scars: Respawn error: knife wound (“Sniper scar”: left cheekbone and side of left nostril), knife wound (back, right shoulder), knife wound (torso, left pectoral to navel) Other Distinguishing Features: N/A

Uniform Cosmetics: Villain’s Veil, Crocodile Smile, Brim-Full of Bullets Typical Weapon Loadout: Huntsman, SMG, Kukri

Likes: Hunting, archery, the outdoors, being alone, violence, killing Dislikes: People in general, cities, being told what to do, not getting what he wants, the BLU Spy Fears: [Unknown] Habits: Smoker, stares Disorders/Medical Conditions: N/A

Extra Facts:

Gives off very intense vibes. Can be very charismatic when he puts his mind to it, but spending any significant time with him can be overwhelming in a very unsettling way.

Not a nice guy [honestly the closest thing close to an antagonist character in the shorts]. Enjoys violence for violence’s sake and seeing others in pain gives him that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. He was a professional hitman for most of his adult life before being hired by RED, and more than a few innocents that crossed his path met… unfortunate ends for his amusement. He spent a little over a year in prison after being caught “enjoying” one such innocent, and was picked up by RED while on the lam after escaping.

Will do anything he deems necessary to get what he wants, regardless of who it hurts and how much. He will lie, cheat, steal, and kill without remorse if he feels like it’ll benefit him.

Sadistically cruel to the Blues on the battlefield (and during ceasefire, though he exercises it less often off the field). He will try to make each kill as painful and drawn-out as possible, and if he can inflict a little lasting trauma (either emotional or physical) in the process, even better. He likes getting up close and getting his hands dirty, too; most of the Blues have at least one scar from his kukri.

A loner. He’s rarely seen around the base during ceasefire and on days off, preferring to spend his time in his nest or going out hunting. It’s not uncommon for him to disappear for a few days at a time if he knows there are no fights coming up. He’s always come back, (so far) so RED hasn’t had a problem with it, or at least not enough of one to tell him to stop [*like with revealing names, while it’s not strictly disallowed by their contracts, RED and BLU strongly discourage overnight trips off-base].

[passthepittcola]

okay so fictionkinfessions is doing this ask game right now called death counts and it's meant as how many people have died because of you, but i'm not fully. awake because i woke up in the middle of the night and read it as "how many times have you/yourself died".

and i find that more interesting and also less anxiety inducing to talk about so. yap time boy. under a cut because it's Long and also i assume not everyone wants to read about my obituaries lmao.

from least to greatest, just for the funsies, mostly. :)

crowley (gomens): never / nigh impossible

i was an angel and then i was a fallen one, a demon! in the christianity sense, that is. the only ways to truly kill me were by holy water or by getting smited by, like, god or jesus. i don't think any of the angels had the power to properly smite demons (other than Maybe metatron?) because otherwise i think ud demons would have been. smote? or maybe it was smitten, idr. anyway yeah we would've been zapped more often if that was the case.

raph (tmnt 1990s + 2018), aizawa (mha) and daryl (twd): never!

as far as i can remember, i never died in any of these canons. i assume i Did in the future/at some point, but i can't remember that far forward 🤷‍♂️.

stan pines: technically, just once, but it wasn't a true death.

you all remember the memory gun we-have-to-in-order-to-save-the-town thing, i assume. well. yeah. that was. blank. best way to describe it. stan pines was dead, for all intents and purposes, until i suddenly wasn't. i mean, sure, i was hospitalized a few times during my drifter days, but any "dead for a minute" things i had from surgery or whatever don't reeeally count, so. shrugs.

andy (cargo 2017): just once.

i got bit and turned into a zombie over the course of both my memories and in canon source! it was terrifying and not fun in the slightest, but that terror was overshadowed by the fear of not wanting to hurt my child, rosie, and thoomi. it was a peaceful death, though. i can thank thoomi for that. she really was a sweetheart, and she saved my rosie. i can't ever thank her or her people enough for letting my baby live.

alastor (hazbin hotel): twice!

i died as a human (terrifying! do not recommend). after that, i spawned as a demon in hell. as a new demon, i didn't immediately have great power kr anything, i had to build up to that. demons could be killed and would respawn infinitely unless killed by angelic blade/holy light, and i was killed once as a demon before vowing to become powerful and never let that happen again. i don't remember now how it happened! it became insignificant.

d.i hardy (broadchurch): about 1-10 times

i had pretty severe heart problems that were almost completely untreated (because i was a stubborn fuck and also thought i deserved it) for quite a few years. but the last year before i started actually going to get help was the worst, and i was hospitalized multiple times and had. more than one heart attack, to say the least. i also almost drowned and died from like, pneumonia once, which was what spawned those awful fucking heart problems. yikes!

doctor leonard mccoy: around.. maybe 10-20 times.

it was never a normal death, i never bled out or had an organ failure or something human. it was always like, my atoms disintegrating or some fucked alien disease that did me in for a hot minute. thankfully whenever it DID happen, the others were able to get me back quickly, and while there was a loooot of pain, i don't remember most of the actual dying parts thankfully!

klaus hargreeves (tua TV): hundreds of times? rough estimate being 300-400

for the most part, about 3/4ths of my deaths were from substance abuse, so i didn't feel or remember most deaths. didn't even realize i could die and get back up until much later! i also did stupid shit like jumping off buildings and willingly getting run over by cars- this also killed me but, again, i didn't realize and thought i was just lucky. i also died a lot from bullets during the vietnam war. i don't recommend that either!

logan (wolverine): hundreds of times. as a rough estimate.. 500-800?

obviously, i lived a lot longer than i did as soldier. about 200+ fucking years. but i could still feel pain, and it was not fucking fun. so i did my best to avoid it, but it still happened. most notable being the time my heart stopped briefly when i got that metal (adamantium) injected into me. god, that was SO fucking painful, i don't recognize. don't agree to get metal to cover your entire skeleton, kids.

RED soldier (tf2): thousands(?) of times!

goud lordt. all i gotta say. i died a LOOOOT. thank you dell conagher distant relative for creating the best possible way to stim EVER. in match, i realistically died 5 to over 30 times. and for some weird reason i REALLY liked it. i thought it was fun! so much so, that even out od match i was doing dumb shit like seeing how much paint thinner i could drink and finding out what it felt like to blow up from fireworks (that and other explosive deaths were my favorite lol). also, i was autistic and had a VERY low pain register (and with that came low senses in general), so that only made me more willing to seek out aggressive pain as stims! i also probably briefly died to grey manns bloodsucking robots and was revived by medic like everyone else was, AND was killed and revived during a lot of medic's experiments. he liked to use heavy so he could have someone to talk to while doing surgery or whatever he did; but medic used me for more gorey/bloody stuff (especially if it was testing for something) because again, i had a low pain register and also wasn't bothered by gore very much, meanwhile heavy Was bothered by gore and that's why he started talking to medic during surgeries lol.

[aliengator]

Usually when I draw South Park I'll add something relating to TMNT and vice-versa.

That's cuz I have a whole AU in my head where everyone gets separated and sent to different parallel realities (mostly backrooms shit)

Donnie gets paired with Butters- ends up becoming almost a big brother for him

The two are lost in what's basically the backrooms and can transit between floors through a type of elevator which they don't know how to operate properly

Leo gets paired with both Stan and Kyle - The trio meet in the TMNT universe

Kyle tries to use logic to find a way out just as Donnie is doing, whoever nor Leo or Stan can keep up with all that reasoning

Raph gets paired with Cartman - Still at South Park, Cartman uses of Raph's strength and size to intimidate everyone into giving him whatever he wants (basically the Cartman n' Cthulhu situation)

Raph hates the kid at first, but Cartman convinces him that it's more fun to have power over people than to follow the rules

Mikey gets paired with Kenny at first - They are also where Donnie and Butters are, but in completely different floors

Every time Kenny dies, he respawns closest to a different group, so he's the only one able to know how and where each one is

The AU is just for fun and cuz both SP and TMNT were my biggest hyperfixations for a while :3

× There isn't any shipping in this on my part, so dw, it's all safe on that

[neverendingrelease]

Releasing Today, Mar 6 2024!

TV Studio Story is a life sim where you run a TV studio... um... story. (I keep reading story as Stary in the logo)

Berserk Boy is a Mega Man X inspired platformer with metroidvania elements. It reminds me of the CD era Mega Man X games. The music's by Tee Lopes who also composed music for Sonic Mania, TMNT (I think the beat em up), Streets of Rage 4, and Metal Slug Tactics.

Hex Gambit is a hex based board game that I'm sure is really fun but there wasn't a how to on the page so I have no idea really how it plays or what the main goal of the game is besides damage.

Where The Crows Roam is a survival horror game made by a 6th grader. It just looks the most liminal, and I appreciate this kid's gusto.

Terrafort is a top down survival game that looks solid. I don't really know what's happening but it's like shirtless desert island simulator 2024.

Inside the Crystal Mountain is a top down precision action adventure. I like how wild they've gone with character designs. I have no idea how hard this game actually is, but they're inspired by Dark Souls.

[foo0lish]

YOO there IS context but IM NOT SHARING IT. Have Mikey using his small intestine as a lasso. Have a good day 😊

[anxious-ace]

Ocs and associated fandoms

Character Ask Meme! Drop in a random character plus a number (Can be used for OC’s, Comfort Characters, or anything really to do with fictional characters)

1- Favourites thing(s) about this character?

2- What song(s) remind you of this character?

3- Do you like this character?

4- Would you write about this character?

5- What do you not like about this character?

6- Favourite thing this character has said?

7- What do you like most about this character?

8- Do you think this character is underrated or overrated?

9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?

10- Who do you like to ship with this character? (If you do of course) Is it another character from the cast or is it an OC?

11- Who do you not like to ship with this character?

12- Have you read any fics about this character? (if it’s not an OC)? Can you recommend anything good?

13- Contrary wise if it is an OC, what’s your favourite story with them in it you’ve written?

14- What outfit would you really like to see this character wear? Or what’s your favourite outfit of theirs?

15- Favourite line of theirs?

16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?

17- Have you ever had a crush on this character…?

18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?

19- What would the show/book/movie be like if this character wasn’t present? (if it’s not an OC)

20- Contrary wise, if this character is an OC, how does their presence change the story?

21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all!

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Did someone say propaganda? Anyway here’s a little thing for the @tmnt-crossover-polls. It’s actually the first thing I’ve written for the same raph au (masterpost here), so it might be a little rough

Basic summary of the same raph au: 12 Raph and Rise Raph are the same person. He switches bodies (and dimensions) randomly whenever he sleeps/is unconscious. Raph eventually learns how to balance both lives. Important context: if both bodies are somehow in the same dimension, only one of them is concious.

2012 turtles: Leo, Donnie, Mikey Rise turtles: Leon, Dee, Angelo Corvus (Previously known as the Handler) is a crow/raven yokai OC that appears in the kidnapped arc of the SRAUC Also Slash is here too, don’t worry about it :)

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Shouts of surprise as a group of 10 fell from a flash of light.

Everyone stood up from the haphazard positions they ended up on the floor, and Leo was the first to scan the group for anything out of place.

“Everyone good?” He asked, taking in everything.

“Besides the fact that we weren’t supposed to be meeting up for a while? Yep, just peachy.” Leon grumbled.

“Come on, Leon, don’t be like that,” Angelo said. “It’s always great to see our brothers from another dimension!”

“Yeah, just ignore your brother that’s trapped underneath himself. That’s just fine.” Raph said in monotone from where he was stuck under the body of his larger body.

“I got you bro,” Slash gently dragged the unconscious body off of the turtle.

“Thanks, Slash.” Raph went to push himself up when a feathered hand was offered to him. “And Corvus! What are you doing here?”

“Oh god, Slash is here?” Donnie looked horrified as Raph talked to the mute bird yokai.

“Ooo, Slash is here,” Dee grinned. “This should be fun.”

“Where is here, anyway?”

“GUYS! The stickers on our plastrons respawn when you take them off!” Mikey bounced into view, a pile of stickers discarded on the floor.

“Huh, same raph au? Wait, where are we actually?” Leon looked around.

The space was filled with other versions of them, and with some people that they couldn’t recognize at all.

“Woah,” Angelo gasped.

“Tmnt poll competition?” Donnie read from a banner. “Maybe we’re-”

“It appears as if we’re in a sub-dimensional space where alternate versions of us are gathered to compete in some way.” Dee interrupted. “As Mikey and Leon have discovered, we have tags to show which dimension we belong to.”

“Was it necessary to interrupt?” Donnie frowned.

Dee just smirked.

“Donnies, can you play nice for once?” Raph said in a warning tone at the same time Leo said “Chill out, guys. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Wait, where’d Mikey and Slash go?” Angelo looked around, confused. “And Corvus, I can’t see them either.”

Raph shrugged. “They’ll find us eventually. Now, does anyone want to help me move my big body to somewhere out of the way? I don’t want anyone tripping.”

Meanwhile

“Yo, other me, is that your brother dragging that big spiky turtle across the floor?” A Mikey with the tag Sunset Linings asked.

“Hm? Oh yeah. Raph probably thought he’d be in the way being in the middle of the room like that.”

“What?”

“Anyway, I’m excited to see who will win in the first round! Your group seems really cool, especially that big gloomy guy. I should probably meet up with my bros, but good luck in the competition!”

[freezercat]

HEHEHE LEONARDO IN AN AU IM DOING WITH A FRIEND <333333 It’s called TMNT: RESPAWN

basically a mc tmnt au, but.. TRAUMA AND STORIES AND AHHH YIPPE!!!! :))) his armor was very difficult to design but I hope i got it a bit ok! ^^

OH ALSO HES A KEMP’S RIDLEY SEA TURTLE

[cosmic-napper]

Respawn turtles tots and their big sister April :)

The order is Leo, Mikey, Raph, and Donny.

Au made by @freezercat and me :)

[raisin-shell]

Heyyyy!! I’m gonna leave u to roam free with this and do your thing but will give u some details.

So, my boy Mikey, first time. He’s all mouth during the run up to it but is terrified/nervous when he has to act on it.

Pls make it as sexy as hell! Hopefully you’re up for the challenge!

Love u babe! Thanks 🧡🧡🧡

I’m gonna try to make this the Mikeyest story I possibly can!! Let’s get it.

TMNT Bayverse/ Mikey x fem Reader/ NSFW/ SMUT/ LANGUAGE

You had made the decision. It was final. You told yourself this over and over as you looked your body over through your mirror, layered to perfection in all the right places with playful laced orange lingerie. You smiled happily at your appearance in the mirror, bouncing your way to your closet to pick out your favorite ripped skinny jeans and Orange Crush baby t shirt that hugged your curves just enough for his attention. It was his favorite shirt you wore after all. You reached for your converse sneakers, giving yourself a quick once over before you darted out of your apartment. Your destination? The lair held deep within the underbelly of the city streets to have your weekly game night with your sweet rambunctious beau Michelangelo. Only tonight you had something extra special planned for the exuberant turtle in orange but planned on keeping it a complete surprise.

As you entered the lair you were greeted as always by Leonardo first, then Donnie giving you a clear shout from his lab and of course who could resist Raph’s grumble as you once again distracted him from his workout. Your head turned towards the familiar sound of footsteps pounding towards you, your arms lifting instinctively by now in anticipation of on tight squeeze and a lift by your handsome Beau as he twirled you around once or twice planting kisses upon your cheeks lovingly.

“Ready to get that sweet ass of yours whooped in COD my little cinnamon roll?”

Now, when Mikey trash talked you, it was hilariously cute.

“Yes. I mean I’m not agreeing that you’ll whoop my sweet ass.”

The words came out before you realized you had just set yourself up for that one.

“I’d like to give that sweet ass a nice little whooping alright. Smack that little booty up with my belt.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes even though his voice had dropped several octaves making a sudden tingle travel to your folds. You shifted to gain your composure.

“I meant the game. You’re such a goober!”

“I’m your goober.”

The both of you quickly gathered up some snacks and nestled yourselves in the living room, front and center of the TV. Both you and Mikey were both very… annoying, and that’s putting it lightly, when it came to playing video games so you knew full well all the brothers and master splinter included had disappeared leaving the two of you to your own device. Perfect. The two of you begin playing the game, both of you shit talking the other.

“Mikey?!? You camping ass mother fucker!!!”

“Haha. You’re just mad ya don’t got my skillsss… what the fuck?! You respawned right beside me! What kind of happy horse shit is that. That’s not fair! See you shouldn’t get credit for that kill babe.”

At this point you playfully toss your remote aside and crawl into his lap straddling him. Your hand removes his controller from his grip and sets it down gently as you get lost in his amazing blue eyes.

“You know what you said before… how you’d whip my sweet ass… did you mean that?”

You asked with a sultry grin.

“Oh course my dirty little angel. You want that ass smacked?”

His hands slip to your rear gripping and squeezing to your delight as a soft sigh escapes you. With one swift movement you felt his hand slap against the tight fabric of your jeans causing a gasp to puff from your throat. You could feel a aching throb developing deep in your core and you adjusted your hips to seat your folds upon his growing member. He was horny no surprise there but you wanted to know more before revealing your surprise to him.

“Tell me Mikey baby… what else would you do to me, hm?”

You leaned in, arms wrapping around his thick neck as your hips rolled against his lap and your lips feathered over his.

“Sexually I mean. Tell me. Please?”

You coo, eyes gazing at him from under thick lashes as a cocky grin formed on his face.

“Well first of all I’d rip those clothes from your body, scoot that pretty ass of yours to the end of the couch and spread those legs wide so I can dive my tongue so far into that tight little pussy, you’ll be screaming mantras you don’t even know baby cakes.”

The thought of this sent a deep pulse straight to your cunt that led to a gush of fluid that soaked your panties. You could feel the warm moisture pooling as your breathing began to hitch in excitement. Still you held your ground, keeping him focused on your eyes but giving his budding cock another gracious roll that brought a moan out of him.

“Go on. Tell me more.”

You cooed, the tip of your nose gently tracing his snoot as your fingertips began to explore his shoulders, traveling playfully down to his plastron.

“Once I’m finished drinking all of your cum, I’d bend you over the arm of the couch. That beautiful ass in the air and that plump little pussy angled perfectly just waiting for me to probe her. I bet she’d be pulsing for me. Aching for me to fill her. And I would. I’d fill you so deep you’d feel me in your stomach. I would fuck you so hard you’d be walking funny for about a week baby cakes. And that’s no joke.”

He chuckled darkly as you nearly fell out at everything this man was telling you, but what little sense you had kicked in and you rose up off his lap. You removed your top letting it fly only god knows where and shoved your jeans down, stepping one foot from them and kicking the other loose. You bent over placing your hands on his knees wearing nothing but the orange lingerie and getting eye level with him as your lips once again barely fluttered against his.

“Prove it.”

Your voice was engulfed with lust as your turtle beau became wide eyed, a reaction you had thought was from the lingerie. He sat motionless which had you completely confused. Beneath your fingers you could feel his body trembling. Was he… nervous? Scared? All that talk and this sweet baby was just that. Mikey had always been the most vocal of all his brothers, that included his more primal, animalistic side. But right now wasn’t the time to banter him about talking shit and not backing it up.

“I’ve… never done this before.”

He admits shakily as your hands cup his cheeks and you softly straddle him once more.

“Just do what comes or feels natural to you, okay?”

Your lips landed on his feverishly, met with his just as eager for your taste as deep chirps and purrs began to vibrate from his throat. He lifted you up, turning you around and rocking your body back against the couch cushions. His purring continued as he began nipping and sucking down your neck, then to the valley between your breasts. He left your bra on although giving your mounds playful tender squeezes before his tongue began leaving a trail down your tummy. His fingers tucked beneath the fabric of your panties easily ripping the lace from your body. As promised he scooted your ass to the end of the couch, spreading you wide open for him as your breath hitched in anticipation.

“I’ve… never seen one of these before. Yours is so beautiful baby cakes. Can I explore her a little bit? I want to know every part of her.”

You couldn’t help but smile to his curiosity so you raised up to your elbows with an encouraging nod so you could watch your boyfriend’s reactions as he explored your most intimate of places. He started with his fingers, spreading your outer folds apart and tugging at them gently. His face moved in very close for an exclusive view while he played. His fingertips then dipped down, softly stroking your inner more sensitive labia as your eyes closed and you rolled your hips softly to the sensation. He noted this and decided to do so to the other side causing the same effect. His finger tips traveled upward hitting your clit still hidden beneath its hood and your body jolted with a sharp moan.

“You okay my angel?”

He grinned as one of your hands slipped down to your bean tugging the extra skin taut and spreading it to expose the hidden jewel held within to him.

“I’m fine baby. Touch me here.”

You panted desperately as his thumb landed upon the firmed nub and began to circle. Your legs spread further as your hips began to buck, head pressing back into the cushions of the couch as Mikey watched you eagerly. His cock had become fully erect and dripping with cum ever since he had spread your legs apart. He released himself with his free hand, giving his curved appendage a few much needed strokes as he continued strumming your clit and watching your juices flow from your tiny opening. The pungent scent of your arousal was all it took for his head to dip down, tongue snaking from his mouth as the thick appendage pierced through the hot ring and he got his first taste of your pussy. A deep rumbling churr burst from his body as his mouth began to devour your silky folds, thumb still circling and pinching your clit as your body began to arch and your legs began to tremble. A sudden burst of ecstasy hit you, pulsing through your body much like electricity as you jerked with each wave of release into his wanting mouth.

Your body relaxed as he gently lapped at your pussy, bringing you down from your high in the most pleasant way. He began his deep purring again, almost as if he were trying to calm you down… serenade you for mating which would be what’s next. You allowed him to do this, his purr deepening to an alarming bellow as he repositioned you, bending you over the arm of the couch as he had mentioned before. You knew what these bellows meant, he had done this before but never had he used such a deep and threatening sound. His hands spread along your back, one slipping to your dripping cut and slipping a finger inside gently. He purred deeply at the tightness, delving and curling his finger against your g spot as he pulled more juices from you and sucked them from his finger with a loud pop.

Your arched your ass further into the air, wiggling from side to side slowly as you looked back at him with your pout bitten in need. He lined the head of his cock up with your tight entrance and slowly sunk himself inside. You moaned silently at the stretch, his churr vibrating the rafters only making your desire for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you even more apparent. Mikey leaned forward, giving the back of your neck praising kisses and nibbles as he bottomed out and twitched the head of his cock to get your body adjusted to his size.

“Mmmm angel cakes. I’m not gonna lie I was a bit nervous about this but, you take me so well.”

His husky voice panted against the shell of your ear as he began to retract himself and your voice finally found its way back to you. He thrusted forward again slowly but deeply as a sultry cry rang from your throat and you couldn’t help but beg for him.

“Mikey. Baby… please FUCK ME HARD!!”

Your voice was desperately sexy as the orange banded turtle wasted no time in wrapping his fingers in your hair and pulling your neck back to a crane so he could see your face. His hips began to snap deeply into you as snarls grunts and growls chanted from his chest. Your moans began to match the sounds of the slaps of your two bodies connecting, echoing madly throughout the lair but at this point the two of you did not care. In between the rhythmic pounding you could hear his free hand releasing the straps that held his nunchucks. A swift pinch of pain shot through your left ass cheek as a pleasurable cry tore through your lungs.

“You like that? You like when daddy Mike whips that sweet ass don’t you?”

Another swift pinching burn to the other ass cheek left your body reeling over the edge as he continued to delve his thick cock deeper and deeper into you.

“I can’t hear you angel cakes.”

He whipped the left cheek now already tender again as your body came unraveled for the second time.

“Yes yes YES!!! Mmmfff fuck daddy Mike YYYEESSSS!!!”

You’re wailing bounced along with his thrusts as you began gushing around his thick rod, his hand releasing your hair and slipping to you’re lower back pressing you further into the couch cushions. His growling pant returned and deepened, brow furrowing as his grip upon your back tightened and another roaring churr burst from his throat. He seated himself deep inside you, cock pulsing powerfully as he filled your womb to the brim with his thick seed. You relaxed as he did this, even arching your back to further let him know that you were more than willing to allow your body to drink his milk. He reached under you, lifting you up while still leaving him seated and layed you both on your sides upon the couch to rest. You figured this would be the perfect time for playful banter.

“Not bad for your first time!”

You grinned ear to ear with a blush.

“I’m a fast learner. Besides, I told you I’d whoop that sweet little ass. I meant it. Just had to find the courage to do it I guess.”

He nuzzled into the back of your neck and you thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever admitted to.

“So… is that why you used your animal sounds? If it makes it easier, that’s okay. It’s really hot actually.”

You admitted because holy god you’d never heard him make such deep, loud and threading noises.

“Oh that? Well umm… I just let the animal take over and he did most of the talking. Because I may talk a lot of shit, but I had no clue how to tell you I really wanted to fuck you.”

[game-boy-pocket]

I beat Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. As usual, saving between levels due to limited continues. This game was a huge deal back in the day, because the TMNT were also a huge deal, and so was Konami. But I never really saw past the infamous water level. Turns out it's not that hard, and especially not in comparison to what comes next.

The key is keeping your turtles alive and swapping them out, saving the overpowered best Turtle Donatello for bosses ( or picking off enemies stuck above or below ) and using the expendable Michelangelo and Rapheal for the dangerous stuff... oh, and exploiting the fact that items respawn when you Switch between overworld and action stage.

I nearly broke down and save scummed the last level, right before the final boss there is this corridor from hell full of relentless flying baddies. At first you can ignore them but then the corridor gets more narrow and you cant avoid them... but theres a trick, where as soon as they fly onto the screen, stop and crouch, and they fly backward slowly off the screen and despawn.

Then you face The Shredder... and he's a Joke. I thought he was going to be some hellish super boss but he has a lot of knockback, and feebly tries to jump up on the upper platform only to take another whack from the bo staff and fall back.

Ending was pretty anticlimactic too.

Glad I finally finished this. Saves are essential, it's tough as nails, but not what I'd say is unreasonable ( though it gets pretty damn close to it at times )

Cover game for the next issue of Nintendo power is Mega Man II... that one is a snap. It's the only Mega Man I dont struggle with, and is therefore my favorite. I may go back and visit a few of the other games mentioned in past missions before moving right on though. This is proving to be very helpful in broadening my horizons outside the Ninteneo bubble I used to live in. I'm gonna need to look into some other retro game mags for other consoles if I ever get my net turned back on.

[turtle-clown]

Save yourself, I’ll hold them back

A fic ab my tmnt/tf2 crossover cause no one else will make a fic like this apparently

At first it was a perfectly normal day.

Well, this is if a perfectly normal day is considered fighting side by side with nine morally questionable mercenaries against robots run by cash with your brothers (which in this case you and your three brothers are mutant anthropomorphic turtles). Then yes, this is a perfectly normal day.

Michelangelo, their brothers, and semi-recently acquired work friends were fighting robots at what was nicknamed “the Decoy” by one of the mercenaries, Soldier. Now throughout most of the battle things were going pretty well, that was until the robots started pushing back. Normally this would just be an inconvenience, with the whole needing to relocate a sentry and maybe a dispenser thing, but that inconvenience was overpowered by an even bigger one.

“You know what, I’m just gonna rush my way through destroying as many as I can.” Now if that was muttered by anyone other than one of his brothers he would’ve just shrugged it off, however it wasn’t. “Raph, I’m gonna try to say this in the nicest way possible, but you will die.” Mikey replied, notifying raph that they heard what he said. Raph scoffed at the notion. “No I won't. Besides, even if I do, there's always respawn to bring me back.”

Of course with the existence of what the brothers call respawn they could always come back from death as long as it’s on and they’re in range. And yet, something in the back of Mikey’s mind was telling him that something could, no, would happen once Raph rushes in. “I will stop you.” They settled on saying, knowing that with Raphs stubbornness they may not be able to stop him. “I'd like to see you try.” He said before jumping off the cliff they were on. Around this time Engineer had arrived and Mikey had already placed his buildings down, looking at the Wrangler he placed on his dispenser he got an idea.

“Engie, i'm gonna need you to look over my stuff for a while, I need to do something.” Engineer looked over to see Mikey grabbing their Wrangler and Frontier Justice, he also noted that they had a more serious look on their face than their usual cheerful or playful expression. “Alright, I just hope you know what you're doing.” He looked back at him, expression becoming slightly more soft from noticing a slight hint of worry in his voice. “I will, don’t worry.” And with that he ran off to find either Donnie or medic.

Finding one of the two wasn’t too difficult, with him and Engie having moved the dispensers he knew that Donnie would’ve been looking for a med-kit (it was understandable why he didn’t want to be healed by the man who asked if he could dissect one of the Four if they died) it’s a good thing he memorized where med-kits would be. “Dee! I need your help with something.” Donnie looked over, slightly bloody with Quick-Fix in his hands. “Michael please make this quick, I need to make sure the others are alright.” Mikey looked at the Quick-Fix trying to see the gauge that tells what percentage their brothers Übercharge is at. “What’s your Über at?” Donnie lifted the Quick-Fix up by its side, tilting the gauge into his view. “Almost full, why?” They looked back to where they came from, to get an idea of the plan they were gonna somehow pull off. “I’m gonna need you to follow me, keep the beam of your Quick-Fix on me until I say so.” They looked back at their brother, seeing a look of confusion and slight worry. He knew that Mikey was being serious. “Alright. I just hope that whatever you have planned won’t blow up in our faces.” They smiled, turning around as the Quick-Fix beam locked onto them. “Don’t worry.” They looked back at Donnie, still smiling as if they weren’t about to put them both in grave danger. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Then they started running back to their sentry, hoping that their theory would be correct. If it wasn’t then, well, they didn’t have time to think about that, and yet they still hoped. As they approached Mikey’s sentry they pulled out their wrangler, and when they were in front of the sentry they pointed the wrangler down at their feet. As fast as the action was committed both them and their brother were sent flying in the air (also Donnie was screaming, probably from shock or something like that). As Mikey looked down (god they hated heights, at least, when they’re basically free falling) they saw what they assumed to be Raphs path of destruction. If it wasn’t, well again, they hadn’t really thought about that, but either way it was the direction they were going.

They were right, when the both of them were about to land they saw Raph fighting a lot of robots, and he did not look okay. They landed. “Donnie! Switch your beam to be connected to Raph and get out of here, Über if you can!” They aren’t exactly sure how they knew just what to say, hell, even do in this situation. Though they did recall that they were told that they fought best when not thinking, so that helps. “What about you?” Donnie yelled back, kind of unnecessary but with all the robots and general chaos of the situation they guessed it was alright. Then they looked back, seeing a similar face of concern that Engie had but… different (why is it that when I show the slightest bit of confidence they make that face). “That doesn't matter right now, just get Raph out of here and go!” Apparently that was the right thing to say, considering that Donnie finally got Raph out of there, though they don’t really have time to think about that considering all the robots.

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Maybe he should’ve thought this through, he’s almost out of ammo and already used up all the crits in his gun (where do all these robots keep coming from?). He’s injured, badly, and he’s lost almost all feeling in his left arm (why isn’t it moving?). Well, he’s not going down without a fight.

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Was that the administrator? Are the robots leaving? Maybe… maybe he should close his eyes for a bit.

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Are those voices approaching? They’re familiar at least (he can’t really think right now). Did he hear someone apologize?

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They could tell they were somewhere different (again, they couldn’t tell where since they couldn’t really think). Only two voices this time, oh and some birds. What was that about amputation?

[knox-the-sniper]

Down the mostly empty halls the large snipers work worn boots thudded heavily against the solid concrete floors, causing an almost ominous echo against the stillness of the morning as he made his way toward the kitchen. Being more of an earlier riser than most Knowlen wasn’t expecting to run into much company on his way to steal a few bottles of water before he trained; though he wasn’t particularly shy, it was the reason the towering gunmen wore little more than his lace up boots, and sweat pants. Exposing his muscle cut, sun tanned upper body littered in the years of scars painted across his skin in pale marks, showing every inch that had been impaled, shot, burned and blasted away by explosive sticky bombs. Every one leaving behind it’s story that the respawn machine could only do so much about, but by now the sight of them no longer phased the him.

Stepping in through the doorway the autumn tinted hunter’s steps came to an abrupt halt, when his rich amber eyes skimmed over the unfamiliar figure standing near the stove; unable to help the way they doubled back over her admiringly once the initial shock had settled. Instantly flashing her with a warm smile that matched the molten honey hues that stayed on her, as the large shooter moved his way slowly toward the fridge. “Well, hi ya, love.” His voice a deep grizzly rumble that could almost be called a wolfish purr, as he was forced to look away to grab the bottles he was after. “Don’t think I’ve seen yer pretty face ‘round before. Ya a new transfer?” Assuming that if she was here then she must be another mercenary that had either just joined, or had been moved here from a sister base a few miles away; it not being exactly uncommon for some mercs to move around from base to base, looking for the right fit. 

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