#mikey is gemstone form

[sacredartist33013]

It is mikey as a gemstone... Mikey if he was a Steven universe gem perhaps?

Officially the longest tag chain i ever made

Because husband has been making jewelry out of gemstones and he made me a sunstone ring, I looked up sunstone's metaphysical lore. If this doesn't sum up Michelangelo in every iteration of Ninja Turtles, I don't know what does.

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"Sunstone amplifies the vital life force within you. It promotes passionate action toward a goal with the motivation required to get things done. Operating in the physical world requires money and vitality, so with this stone in hand, follow the light and align yourself with the vibration of the resources you require to move forward with a project or plan.

Sunstone warms and stimulates the emotional body. It can help you transform anger into energy and judgement into joy. It raises the vibration of your emotional patterns. Sunstone reminds you of your own personal brilliance and magnificence, thereby raising your spirit and increasing your self confidence. Its fiery energy evaporates out of balance emotions. This is a stone of new beginnings and brings promise and optimism. Use it to help lift you from feelings of depression by bringing you the realisation that happiness is always available to you and that it is up to you. 

Sunstone's luminosity offers mental clarity and connects you with positive thoughts. This stone sheds light on obstacles and brings luck and good fortune. It is the stone of manifestation and the mind power in creating reality. This stone activates creative thought processes, which help you to bring forth inspiration for inventions and art.

Sunstone teaches you to utilise your skills and abilities in service to others. It is a stone of abundance, helping you take action to manifest your desires in physicality. Sunstone emanates the Solar Ray, attuning you to Light and the energy of the Sun. Sunstone brings you spiritual fortitude and self confidence so you can develop your spiritual gifts. With this stone in hand, recognise that you have a direct connection with the Divine. This stone reminds you that self confidence is necessary to improve your own life as well as to be an instrument of peace and love to help all humanity. This stone activates that part of you that remembers your spiritual magnificence."

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I meeaan...

[littlefanficprincess]

Below The Surface

Tmnt 2012 x (Fem) reader

2k

Synopsis: The turtles reunite with a childhood friend.

(A/n): The timeline is changed a bit, they are let out to the surface for the first time but before April was kidnapped.

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Moving to a new place is not something you can used to easily, especially a big city like New York. It wouldn't be surprising that parents would lose their child on the first day.

"Ow..." A small voice mumbles as a girl falls on her arms and legs, her shoes, socks and (skirt/shorts) were soaked by the sewer water.

The four years old had tripped into an uncovered manhole and fell in. Who would even leave open a manhole like that?

"You shouldn't have gone up there, what if master Splinter finds out?"

"It was only a peek, he won't know a thing"

"Wait, what was that noise?"

"It was coming from over there"

(Y/n) pushes herself off the ground, trying to shake the water out of her shoes. She squints her big (e/c) eyes when she sees four sillouettes heading her way. They were a bit shorter than her.

When they get close enough, the light escaping through the manhole illuminate their forms. Short humanoid green creatures black eyes, slight differences between them. They looked like they were straight out of an alien movie, but just with shells instead.

"What is that thing?" One with a bandaid on its cheek asks, disgust on its face."It looks like us, is that fur coming out of its head?" The tallest one observes.

"We shouldn't go near, it could be dangerous" The plain looking one warns the others.

"So cool!" The one with freckles smiles, didn't seem to be listening. He approaches the girl with curiosity "What are you?"

(Y/n) tilts her head as he leaned in closer. "I am a human, nice to meet you...turtles?"

"It can talk!" The bandaged turtle yells, pointing at her. They haven't seen any other species beside the rat that had cared for them since before they could even remember.

Then it was the tall turtle that began walking up to her. He stands behind her, pulling on her hair. He watches as her head would slightly tilt back as he pulled.

"Ow, that hurts" (Y/n) complains, pulling away from his grip. "It's not fur, it's hair"

"Hair...interesting" The tall turtle mumbles in amazement.Hesitation leaves the bandaged one's mind, deciding to join his brothers.

"Wait, Raph–" The plaine turtle calls out, but was ignored. First they break the 'no going to the surface' rule and now they are interacting with a 'you-man'.

'Raph' scowls, eyeing the human child. "Are all of you 'you-mans' this ugly?" He questions, poking at her cheek. "Why is it so squishy?"

The remaining turtle sighs as he realised he failed to get his brothers to listen to him. He follows after, standing next to the others. He judges aside Raph, looking straight into the girl's eyes. "Your eyes" he mentions.

His words catches the attention of the turtle with freckles. He leans over, looking at her eyes aswell. (Y/n) just saw two pair of black beady ones. "They're pretty! Like that big shiny rock master Splinter has"

"It's called a gemstone, Mikey" The turtle next to him corrects him.

"Gemstones, I like it!" Freckle throws his arms around (Y/n)'s shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Can we keep it, I will care for it real good!"

"I'm not a pet, you know" (Y/n) pouts, crossing her arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"We can't, we have already been away for too long" Plaine argues.

"Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo?" They hear someone calls out.

In a flash, the turtles had dissapeared. (Y/n) looks around confused, wondering where they went. She looks back up the manhole opening, seeing a ladder on the wall below.

Not having much choice, she climbed up it. She snuck out of the alleyway, being met with the sunlight. She was soon found by her parents, her dads didn't believe her story about talking turtles. They wrote it off as it being her imagination.

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Timeskip

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Then twelve years later, (Y/n) lays awake in her bed. Everytime she closed her eyes, she finds them open again. She gives up trying to sleep and gets out of bed.

She opens the door to her balcony and takes a seat on her balcony. She looks up at the sky, she would see stars if the air wasn't so polluted. She squints her eyes when she sees something on the roof of the building that was in the other side of the street.

(Y/n) gets up and leans on the railing, trying to get a good look. Were those...turtles? Each wearing a different colored badana, blue, purple, red and finally orange.

The shortest turtle stops in place, turning towards her. The two make eye contact, both not moving an inch. She hears one of the other turtles call out to him, so he runs off.

'Those guys were real this whole time. I'm not hallucinating, right? Are they ninja now? Would they remember me? Probably not'

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Timeskip

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(Y/n)'s eyes snap open when she hears knocking on her window. She pushes aside the curtain to see the shortest turtle hanging upside infront of her window.

She gets up from her bed and opens the door to her balcony. She watches as he lands on the balcony, a big smile on his face. She barely gets time to react as he pulls her into a tight hug.

"Gemstone! I thought I'd never see you again" He says, excitedly. Then letting go of her, bouncing up and down.

"You still remember me?" (Y/n) says surprised. She regonised as the turtle with freckles, his skin was more on the lime side compared to his brothers.

The turtles grabs her face, squishing her cheeks. "How could I forgot this cute face. Also I remember you by your eyes, so shiny like gemstones" He cooes.

(Y/n) graps his three fingered hands, pulling them down, but not letting go. "You have a great memory. My name is (Y/n), nice to meet you"

"The name is Michelangelo" He steps back, pulling out a pair of nunchucks and spinning it around. "But most people call me Mikey" His eyes suddenly light up, getting an idea. "What if I bring you to lair, I can't wait to see their reactions"

Looking back into her room, the girl thinks. "My dads aren't home, so they won't notice... It couldn't hurt, right" She slightly shrugs her shoulders.

She watches as he turns around and hunges over. "Get on!" Hesitantly, (Y/n) does as he says and climbs onto his back. She grips tightly his shoulders as he holds her legs. She tries her best to not scream her head off as Mikey jumps off the balcony and onto the next roof.

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Timeskip

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Quietly, Mikey leads (Y/n) into lair. She hides behind his shell as he shuffle towards his room. His brothers didn't pay too much attention to him. Leo was watching a tv show, Donnie was in his lab and Raph was reading something.

The turtles and his human friend sneak into the bedroom. (Y/n) tenses up when the foul smell of dirty clothes and moldy food hit her nose, it was definitely worse than the smell of the sewers.

"I'll be right back, gotta do something real quick. stay here" Mikey says, as if he was he talking to a dog. He slowly walks out and closes the door behind.

(Y/n) looks at the mess covering the bedroom. She folded the dirty underwear, questioning why he would even wear them.

Raphael eyes his brother as Mikey walks out of his room. He hears something coming from the room, sounding like things being moved. It couldn't be any of his brothers, meaning there was an intruder.

He gets up from the couch, pulling out one of his sai. He strolls over to Mikey's room, slowly opening the door. There he finds a girl, folding clothing. She didn't seem to have heard him. He puts the sai towards her. "What do you think you're doing here?" He questions her.

Flinching at the unfamiliar voice, (Y/n) realises she had been caught. She slightly turns her, looking who was standing behind her.

A turtle, a bit taller than Mikey. He wore a dark red bandana, which was a bit tattered. There was a small crack in the front of his shell, makes (Y/n) connect him with the turtle who had a bandaid on their cheek. Then she notices the weapon he had pointed her. "Um...I come on peace" She akwardly smiles.

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Walking out of Mikey's room was Raph, pointing his weapon at a girl who was walking infront of him. "Look at what I found doing laundry in Mikey's garbage dump".

Leo looks away from the Tv, wondering what his brother was talking about. His face turn to surprise and then to fear "A human!?".

"Apparently Mikey got followed back here, not sure why you would good his underwear" Raph mutters, poking the girl's back with his sai.

The door lab opens, revealing Donnie. He pulls his goggles from his eyes, putting it on his forhead. "What is going on, I heard yelling" He looks at Lei, than Raph and then... "A human!?" He puts his hands over his mouth, realising that he could've alerted master Splinter.

"That's what I'm asking"

(Y/n) holds up her hands, trying to not get stabbed. "Listen, there is a good explanation for this"

A door slams open and Mikey comes running in. He stand between (Y/n) and his brothers, waving his arms. "Guys, guys, it's chill. It's just gemstone"

"Gemstone?" Donatello repeats, confused. He cautiously approaches.

"You mean the one we found in the sewers when we were little?" Leo asks, getting up himself. (Y/n) suspected him being the plain one and the tall one, being the tall one obviously.

Mikey crosses his arm, with a proud expression on his face. "The one and only" He brags, smiling.

Now being surrounded by the four turtles, (Y/n) realises how much they have grown. When she first met them, they were a bit smaller. But now they were almost towering over her.

Suddenly she feels a tug at her head, making her head tilt back. She realises it was one with the purple bandana, just like when they were little. "Ow, it's not fur..."

Donnie's eyes widen at her words. "...it's hair" He finishes the sentence. "Yeah, alright. It's her" He admits, feeling the texture of her hair.

"Anyways, my name is (Y/n). It's nice to meet you all again" (Y/n) introduces herself, fiddling with her sleeves.

The turtle with blue bandana places his hand on his chest. "I'm Leonardo, the one pulling your hair right now is Donatello and the angry looking one is Raphael, you already seem pretty familiar with Mikey"

"What is going on here?" Everyone seem to freeze when they hear master Splinter's voice. They turn to see him, looking stern at them.

"Sensei, I–" Leo tries to explain, but his defenses seem to melt away when he sees his father's gaze. Him and Raph step aside to reveal (Y/n).

"I let you go to the surface and you being back a human?" Master Splinter says, infuriated by his sons' decision.

Before any of the turtles could speak, (Y/n) steps forward. "Please, don't get angry at them, sir. It's not their fault. I had accidentally fallen into a manhole and wandered my way here, they were trying to get me out". The four brothers look surprised at her, not expecting her to lie for them.

The humanoid rat looks down at her, stroking his thin beard. "I must admit, taking the blame for them is quite honorable. But falling into the sewers is something you usually don't do twice".

"Twice? Wait, you knew?" Leonardo asks him.

"I have keen sense of smell and hearing, also you are pretty loud" Master Splinter explains, looking at (Y/n) once again. "Do you promise to keep our existence a secret from the rest of the world".

(Y/n) nods, looking up at him with a determined expression on her face"I won't tell a soul".

Master Splinter smiles, knowing that he could trust the girl. "Then you are welcome to reside here when you see as needed"

"Oh yeah!" Mikey cheer, pumping his fist. The other three couldn't help, but also be happy she gets to stay.

Their first human friend, reunited with them once again.

[whomstsnek]

Spoilers for Curse of Strahdanya episode 7!

Transcription of Shepherd and Sarnax's conversation in the vineyard (https://youtu.be/GEJpkqn4co8t=13608)

SHEPHERD: Uh, so, uh, wha— I mean, what do you do? You just, you just replant it? I mean, you-you gotta know something about this, right?

SARNAX: I believe it is as simple as it seems, Shepherd. The power of this crystal, this gemstone, you saw what [] allowed me to do with [].

SHEPHERD: I mean, I-I-I, I’ve, I’ve never seen anything like it, let-let’s be realistic here, Sarnax, I don’t even know what I saw.

SARNAX: I do. I saw the power of Gherix. I saw the confirmation that I am on the right path, and that Strahdanya will burn in dragon’s fire.

SHEPHERD: Gods, I hope you’re right.

SARNAX: I am. Do you not feel it yourself?

SHEPHERD: I mean, I—

SARNAX: Do you not believe, Shepherd?

SHEPHERD: Damn it, Sarnax, I— look, I had another dream, alright?

SARNAX: You did?

SHEPHERD: All-all-all this talk about-about— look, it— I don’t want you latching on like you do, alright? Just-just, we’ve been talking a lot about this order of some silver dragon, and-and of-of course, we’re talking about it, w-we’re-we’re dealing with it, of course I’m gonna dream about it, it-it doesn’t mean anything, alright? I just…I had a dream and I— and I, I pictured, uh, it was almost like I was seeing through somebody else’s eyes, and I looked upon, and-and-and, like, again I was some sort of silver dragon something, and-and…and I took off, and that was it, that was the dream.

SARNAX: But clearly, this is a form that speaks to you, does it not?

SHEPHERD: What— what— what— what do you mean? What are you getting at?

SARNAX: How do you feel when you take the mantle of the dragon, Shepherd?

SHEPHERD: Well, I-I mean, I— I— I see Barovia, and, and I see it burning, and…I’m gonna be honest with you, it feels good. This-this land is evil, we know it, we know what we need to do, and-and if some silver dragon might-might lead the way, if they were trying to do what I think they were trying to do, then they probably were on the right path? I guess?

SARNAX: I believe they were, even though they were of silver scale. Just a touch of a dragon’s breath is a beacon of hope, and I believe that [] is this order that holds one of the keys of our salvation. [thanking subs]

SHEPHERD: Look, listen, I— [sighs] The good doctor, he-he-he taught me a lot, he taught me to ride, he taught me to shoot, he…he-he made me who I am today, alright? And he-he would sprinkle in a lot of what he knew of-of-of some god he worshiped, but- but I…I didn’t take it to heart, I couldn’t even tell you who it was, but there was, there was something that he always said, and, and I can’t let it go. He-he would always just say, he said: those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward, but if they fall as the Lord of Lies fell, the flames, the sword, and-and I…I can’t help but thinking that-that-that it-it’s very…it’s a little too on-on point, because, I think that Gherix is-is the flames, and, we’re looking for that goddamn sword, and I-I just can’t— I can’t let it go. Look, I-I saw what Gherix can do, and…and…I-I prayed to him. I-I don’t even, I don’t even know how to pray, but I prayed to him, because I saw her dead on the ground, and, and, I didn’t know what else to do. And you-you did it! You did what everyone needed you to do!

SARNAX: I did not do that, Shepherd. [as Mikey] I’m gonna put the gem back into my coat, as I’ll walk up, and I’ll put my hand on your shoulder. [as Sarnax] Shepherd, the flame sword, I do not believe that is a mere coincidence. There is a passage, a saying, from our sacred texts, written by Ezzex of the Edelwood, and it goes: the path of the fate soul is beset on all sides by the tyranny of the highborn and the treachery of wicked souls. Blessed is he, who in the name of righteousness and pure faith, shepherds the lost to the forest of darkness, for he is truly the garden’s keeper, and the savior of doomed children, and I will rain flame upon thee with great judgement and furious anger, those that attempt to corrupt and devour my chosen, and you will know I am the Fire Lord when I bring my inferno upon thee. Now I have been using upon this passage, from the moment we have stepped foot into Barovia, and, Shepherd, I believed that I was the faithful, shepherding the lost to the forest of darkness, the lost being the peoples of Barovia, and that is a nice thought, but I do not believe that to be the case. Shepherd—

SHEPHERD: Sarnax, don’t.

SARNAX: It is you who are the shepherd.

SHEPHERD: No, no, I—

SARNAX: It is you, I have seen it in the flames, and Professor, Kana, Victoria, they are the lost.

SHEPHERD: Why-why-why would you put this on me? Why?

SARNAX: And I, I am the inferno. I do not believe that I will be returning from this land. I do not believe I have a place back in Avantris, and whatever it is we achieve here will be my end, and it is up to you to shepherd the others home.

SHEPHERD: How can you say that?

SARNAX: Because, I have seen it in the flames.

SHEPHERD: I-I’m not gonna leave you, I’m not gonna leave anyone.

SARNAX: Then it will be I that leaves you. That is the power of fire, it spreads uncontrollably and consumes all, even those that wield it, and you must be prepared Shepherd, to be the shepherd that your name implies, for it is not me, and I saw that today.

SHEPHERD: This was just a job. I-I mean, this was just to make sure that we all got here and back safely. How-how did this happen?

SARNAX: There is no coincidence, Shepherd. You’ve seen it in the cards. Every single one, placed before us on the table, has proven true; it is fate. You think the Good Doc Cogburn told you all of that in levity, but it is true: when the Lord of Lies fell it was by the flame and sword, and so Strahdanya will fall, as she is a lord of lies herself, by flame and by sword and it will be us that wields it, but you must be prepared to not fall to your knees. The others are the lost, the children that you oversaw are the lost, and it is your job to shepherd them through this forest of darkness.

SHEPHERD: Alright, alright, I— ok. I…I don’t know what to say.

SARNAX: Say nothing, but return this to the soil of the earth. [as Mikey] and I give it to him.

SHEPHERD: [as Andy] And I will gently place the gem in the soil, and use my boot to cover it with, uh, dirt.

SARNAX: [as Mikey] I’ll look over at— as I’ll give you a nod. [as Sarnax] These seeds will grow the renewal will return from the destruction, not just at this vineyard, but to the entire land of Barovia, and it will be you, the shepherd of the lost in that darkness.

SHEPHERD: I…I-I don’t wanna sound like I don’t trust the others, but what if we lose them? What do we do?

SARNAX: We will do what you know must be done. The tyranny of wicked souls. Do you think that the professor, Victoria, or even Kana are immune? They must all be dealt with the same, but as long as they walk the path of the faithful soul—

SHEPHERD: The righteousness.

SARNAX: The path of righteousness, yes. They will be spared, as will all who follow that path.

SHEPHERD: Alright. Alright. Ok, understood.

SARNAX: Let’s go back inside.

SHEPHERD: Sure, sure, lead the way.

SARNAX: No, Shepherd. You lead the way. I will light your path.

SHEPHERD: Fine. [as Andy] and I’ll walk back towards the, uh, the winery

SARNAX: [as Mikey] and I will follow.

[vespertea]

@/panicking0no 's Color Challenge, but I turned the Rise boys into Gemstones! (I drew this in October, forgot to post, forgive me) Normal colored alts on right side.

I thought the palette looked very SU-themed (I guess it was the shapes and how the colors were aligned?) but I wanted to do some research to get the best match for everyone and the best results as well. Original Challenge. Notes and AU stuff under the cut!

Forehead - Intelligent, detail-oriented, perfectionist. Right Hand - Action-oriented, sweet, friendly, rough. Right Bicep - Humorous, aggressive, cocky, challenging. Chest - Emotional, flexible, silly, intuitive.

Donnie - Purple Jade (Forehead) [ 6.5 mhs ] Forthright, Immortal, Remembered. Attunes one's spiritual body while promoting clarity and expansion of the mind Recognizes the soul's desire to ascend and wake up

Raph - Red Ruby (Right Hand) [ 9 mhs ] Courageous, Pure. Fortitude, courage, strength, prevents negativity, and redirects / repurposes energy positively Inspiring, intense, vivid

Leo - Blue Moonstone (Right Bicep) [ 6.5 mhs ] Beautiful, Aware. Aid in relieving everyday stress, bringing peace in times of need Self discovery, intuitive, paves the way for growth, opportunity, and action

Mikey - Orange Carnelian (Chest) [ 7 mhs ] Content, Friendly, Boundlessly Creative. Manifest dreams and desires, stimulates creativity Ability to ground positive and negative emotions, while manifesting emotional growth and desires

A note on the hardness: Raph would be the physically strongest of the team, so I picked a gemstone that reflected that. Mikey is the next one on the list mostly because he is the youngest and has a lot of raw potential. The twins get the same hardness, but are the weakest. Obviously, everyone is stronger together and have different strengths and weaknesses, but I wanted to distinguish them individually as well.

In terms of AU / Story expansion, hmm… I guess… the "Hamato Clan" comes from one singular gemstone, that is constantly reborn as a half-human hybrid. If Pink Diamond became Rose Quartz, and Rose Quartz became Steven… Maybe when Steven has a kid, instead of physically raising it, he "rebirths" in the same way, and becomes that kid… and then it goes on forever ? That's kind of how I think of it, Steven could live forever and never die or could have kids the regular old human way, but I think rebirthing like PD/RQ is another option that works. Let's say that's how the Hamato Clan does it, but the clan also consists of other members who help raise the gem and teach it. Yoshi is "reborn" and decides.. well, he doesn't wanna do it the old fashioned way. Much of his past is the same as in the series, become an action star, meet Big Mama, Battle Nexus, blah blah blah…. then Baron Draxum comes to take the legendary champion. I think Draxum would be some kind of enforcer-type gem like nose jasper or limb-enhanced peridot, but would definitely have been making his own type of home-made kindergarten machines where he takes organic life and fuses it with the power of, yep, you guessed it, the Hamato gemstone. To create the greatest warriors alive, they would be more durable than regular gemstones, where they can sustain damage without "poofing" away into their gem immediately. Draxum would have his gemstones of choice fused with the organic life form of choice, and all he would need is Lou Jitsu's gemstone energy to power the machine and fuse everything together.

A Jade, which is quick and intelligent, able to find unique solutions to problems.A Ruby, the standard bodyguard of any noble gem or military force, sure to be a powerful and fierce ally.A Moonstone, while very pretty on the surface can be quite deadly in combat, having impossibly fast agility whilst being excellent army leaders.A Carnelian, able to mirror any enemy and hit back twice as hard, would have the most potential as a soldier, especially when able to learn from it's peers.

And then you already know that Draxum would fuse them with turtles. Draxum is probably a pure gemstone, completely born of rock and terrain, and the other "Yokai" will also all be pure gemstones. I think SU is unrealistic in that the obviously "alien, other-worldly" gemstones always look human except for the corrupted ones, and they don't exactly explain why…? Just that it's easier for humans to perceive if they look like humans, otherwise people go crazy, and then they laugh it off and it never comes back up again.. but how would the gems know to look "human" on the planets they destroyed across the galaxy to make more gems ?? idk, so, I thought maybe if the Yokai were actually aliens they could still be "yokai". A ruby would look different on every planet, since they may have a slightly different composition of minerals in the rocks that form them, along with the native species maybe influencing them if they really wanted to "blend in" or otherwise just have a reason to not look normal. That makes the "mutants" of this series the gemstone hybrids-- the half human Yoshi, and the half-turtle gems, along with any humans turned half-gem by Draxum's attempts to make organic based gemstone warriors. The rise boys still grow up as normal-- if not slightly accelerated by gem properties. I don't think they could get poofed entirely since they still have organic flesh and blood from their turtle side, but I'm not sure. I kind of want them to, just for sad bubble moments, but then they would have had to "die" halfway because they're still living… also hard to do that if they are just turtle shells since their gemstones are all on their skin except.. mikey… so you wouldn't even see the gemstone on the shell.. this is too hard lol, i have no idea what to do for that.. If they never get hurt, how could we have angsty teenage mutant ninja turtle gems!? there's gotta be a solution. idk man..

Oh well, that's my little SU AU for ROTTMNT with this silly little color challenge ! I thought a lot about this stuff while making it so i hope you enjoyed reading and if you want to expand on this feel free, I'm sure I'm not the only one with the same concept and the designs are literally based on someone else's color scheme so.. I can only take credit for the small stuff, really. But yeah, I was a huge Steven Universe fan and made a million gem designs and always thought about revisiting and this was a nice, easy way to do it. Fun!

[chuckecheesekid9000]

Omniverse Falls (rewritten/redrew version of Minijenn's Universe Falls)

So here’s what i have to redrew and rewrite everything minijenn created:

Change the title from “Universe Falls” to “Omniverse Falls” 

Give Dipper and Mabel an older polydactyl brother named Michael “Mikey” Theodore Filbrick Pines 

Have Mikey, Dipper, and Mabel, go to gravity falls, oregon by taking Mikey’s car, the DX mark 10

Have Mikey carry Dipper and Mabel under his arm to go out of the Mystery Shack in order to go to the crystal temple

Feature the Tenma Family (including Toby Tenma, and his robot counterpart Astro Boy)

Feature the Omnitrix (from the rebooted version of the ben 10 series season 2, which was upgraded), have the omnitrix have the Omnitrix jump onto mikey’s wrist, and have him use the Omnitrix to transform into 10 different alien forms (like Goop (my version), Fourarms (my version), Greymatter (my version), Echo Echo (my version), Upgrade (my version), Diamondhead (my version), NRG (my version), Big Chill (my version), Ampfibian (my version), and Heatblast (my version))

Remove the gem shards being revealed from powering the wax figures, and let the wax figures move on their own 

Give Wendy Corduroy a nuclear family (a mother, a father, and 3 younger brothers)

Feature April Swanson and her family from Glitter Force

Feature Tetrex Shards, Kraab, and Sixsix 

Remove steven giving stan and ford and example of hugging

Replace the gravity falls rv with my version of the Ben 10 rust bucket

Give Greg Universe a band

Remove Lapidot from Existence (they would still know each other), and replace it with Amedot

Have Dipper and Pacifica fully break up

Have Steven and the Pines Siblings give Bismuth understandment, and have them introduce her to Peridot and Lapis

Have Bismuth join Lapis and Peridot into remodeling the barn with their powers

Feature Ra’ad, and Doctor Zed 

Feature Xylene (who will be Stan's love interest), and give her 

Have Ra’ad mention his abduction by Aggregor

Change Crash Site Omega from a gem scout ship to the original alien from the gravity falls series

Have Garnet find Yellow Diamond’s poofed gemstone, and let Garnet seal it in a bubble 

Change Ava and Abigail’s father, from Adult Dipper Pines to Adult Bradley Nicholson, including their hair colors

Feature the Casagrande/Santiago family

Have Mikey and Carlota get married, let them have three children (Esmeralda, Alphonse, and Naomi), reside at 910 Floral Ave SE, East Grand Rapids, MI 49506 in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and replace Dipper and Mabel’s family Members

Change Adult Wendy Corduroy’s children by replacing Leah and Marcy with the Rogers Triplets (Edgar, Emily, and Ethan), and ad Adult Shaggy Rogers as the both husband and father

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ITS RESCUE TIME FELLAS

For real this time!! Here’s the action packed second part to this chapter!! You’re gonna see a much of Katie’s feral side coming out cuz of the jaguar form. Plus, some Raph, Casey and Mikey action goodness! General warnings like swearing and heavy violence once again!

Hun is not gonna have a good time 🤣🤣🤣

LET US GET TO THE ACTION!

Ransom 5

A TMNT Crossover Short Story Fanfic

Part Five: Revenge

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… distorted voices clashing left and right, belligerent and vile, resisting, almost screaming…

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… thu-thump. Thu-thump…

Thu-thump. Thu-thump…

Thu-thump.

Thu-thump…

… was he alive?

… he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure what this was.

It was as if he’d been submerged underwater: all sound escaped him, muted, garbled by the unknown. If there was any type of noise it was drowned out by a rush of water that pounded through his ears, blocking it out. His body was weightless, drifting aimlessly in this eternal darkness, dragging, pulling, clawing for his soul as invisible hands latched around his limbs and held on. Naturally, he was stricken by a wave of terror.

Was this the afterlife? Purgatory?

Or the entrance to Hell?

He prayed it wasn’t the latter.

He hoped he’d pass on to a place where his soul was forgiven for all the stupid bullshit he’d done as a young man. He wondered if Ma was waiting for him on some sunny beach shore. She always loved the beach…

He thought about the light of his life, emeralds gemstones for eyes dazzling, a radiant smile set ablaze by her beauty.

He thought of her voice… hoping it would lull him into a sense of calm before he went…

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Voices. Echoes, words reverberating back at him from the void, filling his being with a sense of purpose…

‘You wouldn’t cut your losses and turn tail, would you?’

‘DAD! GET UP!’

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thumpthumpthump—

Leo… Kathrine… they were in trouble!

He started willing himself to move from this void; arms as heavy as lead writhed and struggled, his legs kicking through a sea of molasses, body thrashing and swimming against the strain of heaviness. The hands around his soul wouldn’t release him so easily, anchored to the very essence of his aura to sink him further. No! Opening his mouth he screamed, screeching and shaking, wailing, crying out in protest. There was nothing he could do, nothing else to offer, nothing but his soul to sustain him as he fought to break free. There were people who needed him. There were things he needed to fix. There were still experiences he had yet to try.

He still needed to help his family.

He still had to look Kathrine in the eye and finally say with his full chest, ‘Marry me goddamn it.’

He swam, he fought, he writhed and kicked and stretched his arms and pleaded, please please I know I ain’t th’ best guy, I ain’t th’ hero, I know I made mistakes, I know I’m not worthy but lemme see her one more time, lemme help her son, please!

With the combined strength of a thousand men, he ripped himself free of the darkness, swimming, swimming, fighting to reach the surface with all his might, extending his hand to grab on to something to pull him free—

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Oxygen.

Awareness.

Sound.

Pain.

This was the reality Danny was brought back to as consciousness crashed into his body like a freight train going off the tracks. Lungs seized momentarily as air caught in his chest, dented ribs yearning to bring life to deflated organs. He choked down the wheezing gasp that brought with it a coppery taste which coated his tongue, making his nausea worsen. Vicious, horrible head pangs hammered all over his skull and brain hard enough to make coherent thinking a chore. A sticky liquid had crusted his hair and caked around the entire right side of his head he realized, not too keen to face the possible doom of hemorrhaging. Danny briefly worried if he were going to slip back into unconsciousness due to the head trauma.

“—all four of you to take point at the rear. Cover the block. Scope the entire street.” Commanded a gravely voice. “She won’t get three feet inside this place without getting shot.”

“Mmmph!” Protested a muffled cry. “Mmhprh!”

“Don’t worry, turtle. First your ‘mother’, then the two of you. If the rodent isn’t already dead, that is.” The deep rumble of insidious laughter followed.

Danny found it a battle to pry his eyes open— his right, he discovered quickly, was swollen shut, only allowing his left vision, albeit hazy and unfocused.

The world spun. He found he was laying on his back, bright lights blinded his retinas and rendered the yōkai queasy. Colors were a kaleidoscope. As he tilted his head to fall to the side where the voices were loudest, he regretted the motion when his skull rattled with a vengeance. Figures taking shape with darker shades stood out, amongst them the giant of a man walking away from a green and blue mess kneeling in front of him.

Leo.

Leo, who sat with his back facing Danny, wrists painfully tied, torso wrapped in rope, ankles also bound glaring at the human as he left. The hoodie he wore was torn at the shoulder and collar. Danny’s heart sank when he spotted the familiar gag fixed back around his mouth to stifle his speech. But his posture suggested defiance. Bound hands were tightened into fists. He knelt in front of the rat with a level of determination, hatred in his eyes.

Was he… shielding him?

Danny blinked his good eye slowly, blinking back the misty vision of the world to better clear its fog. When he breathed his lungs ballooned and his chest heaved, causing the man to choke on air as he coughed against an obstacle stuffed into his mouth. Fucking Hun. First he tries t’ pummel me t’ death then he gags me? If he wasn’t suffering from internal bleeding he’d have rolled his eyes. Danny raised his head as much as he could, pushing the surge of nausea aside as he worked the energy to make himself known to the kid. So, twisting his torso to turn his body to the side the yōkai mewled to get his attention.

Leo’s body went rigid the moment Danny spoke. He whirled himself around, eyes wide, meeting the gaze of his caretaker with a sense of shock. Violet rings hung thick under puffy eyes like he hadn’t gotten any rest in a month, along with a nasty gash across the bridge of his beak that stained the cloth around his face. There was hesitation lingering from the boy’s being, not quite sure if he was imagining things or if Danny truly was alive.

Danny, stubborn as always, chirped weakly to settle his anxiety.

Instantaneously the mutant’s eyes watered. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges, the way his expression brought such a wave of relief, Leo sounded ready to burst at the seams. He whimpered to his guardian in a manner that suggested concern— no doubt about the current condition he’d been forced to endure. He clearly didn’t know the extent of his injuries. For all he knew, his internal bleeding could be getting more severe the longer he laid here like a slab of concrete.

And yet Danny still found the strength to offer Leo a smile. A crooked, weary, broken smile with bloodied teeth chomping down around the gag to provide some semblance of comfort to the boy.

Leo’s whimpering turned into sobbing. Thin tears trailed along the curves of his wounded face, evidence of being pushed too thin, of the last three days worth of stress and confusion catching up to him. Danny’s heart ached for the poor thing; how long had he been out? How long had this kid believed he’d been dead?

Worse yet… what time was it?

Danny’s golden orbs flickered past Leo’s shoulder to gauge what was going on. There were men stationed at the garage entrance— he counted twenty goons all displaying the Purple Dragon logo on their vests, more than he’d previously calculated— armed with firearms of different make, pistols, shotguns, rifles. Hun was talking to three other guys, telling them to head to the back with the others on the second floor. But when he craned his sore neck up to look up at the ceiling once more to find, amidst all the irritating lights currently driving pins into his eye, the skylight displayed a sea of stars drowning in a darkening dusky sky.

Fuck. He thought with a twinge. If th’ time limit is gettin’ close then I gotta figure out how t’ get loose if I’m gonna give Kat any kind of assist once she gets here.

Danny didn’t have to struggle to know he was still tied up; the way his fingers twitched told him his circulation was cut off, they were freezing cold. Movement was still limited by the restraints but what little he could do wasn’t much. Unless he wanted to wriggle around like a hooked bass and speed up the process of his internal bleeding, that was. There was no way he’d be able to get his hands free, he knew, but what else could he possibly do?

At this rate, Kat was good as dead.

Danny twisted one hand around in the bonds, ropes biting down into torn flesh under his fur. Blood crusted between his hands and fingers. No dice. Grumbling with agitation, he kicked his legs out in anger, tail curling around his ankles—

He went rigid. His eye went wide. Hold on a minute…

Tail?

Hadn’t Hun snapped it with the crowbar? With bated breath he went to shift it just slightly enough to evade prying eyes. The bottom half of his tail hadn’t been busted. The upper half was terribly broken, but from the mid-point down he had full mobility of the appendage. There was a searing pain that shot to his spine when he moved it… but it was free.

Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck!

He had an out.

Hun wasn’t counting on him regaining consciousness. He probably assumed he’d done enough damage to leave him totally out cold through the night and hadn’t accounted for the likelihood of him waking up. He’d left his tail unbound.

Danny’s grin turned evilly cocky behind the cloth. Ya messed up, fuckwit.

Sluggishly the yōkai slithered the tail towards the easiest place to reach, his feet. If he could get them free, Danny could sit upright and hopefully untie Leo’s hands— it was a long shot, but it was still a plan. Danny fussed with the knots of the ropes tethering his feet together, the tip of the tail tugging at the sturdy restraints with all the strength he could muster. He must’ve been messing with the damn knot for what felt like an eternity, meanwhile Leo sat vigil at the yōkai’s side, unwilling to let his guard down.

Danny could feel his throat tighten with agony, breathing growing more difficult. The thought briefly came to mind; ‘What if I bleed out? What if I got some kinda puncture in my kidney or liver? What if I’m close t’ passing out before Kat gets here?’

The thought scared him. And he didn’t get scared easily.

He couldn’t die yet. Not when Leo still depended on him. Not when Katie was at risk of getting gunned down. He had to pull through long enough for help to arrive.

He had to. He HAD to…

The knots were starting to give to his persistence, he could feel them waning. That gave him hope. If he could just keep up the pace—

“Well lookie here!”

Danny’s heart thudded in his chest, gaze rising to locate Hun as the bigger man finally took notice of Danny’s awakening. Leo’s anger reappeared, his hands balled into fists, snarling behind the gag as best he could. Fuck, not now. Not now not now why NOW?

“I thought you were dead!” Hun chortled— too loud, too much soprano, too much noise in his jelly-like brain— “You certainly looked the part all damn day! The blood that came pouring outta your ugly face after I beat you senseless? I’ve seen faceless nobodies bleed out a thousand times, but you’re a stubborn little roach!”

Hun stormed towards the two; Leo instantly began to shout around the gag furiously, thrashing in his binds. Danny wanted to calm the kid down before the thug laid his hands on him, but it was too late. As Leo created more noise, Hun shoved the helpless turtle aside, causing him to tumble onto the ground with a heavy slam. Unable to use his arms to catch his fall the turtle struck the concrete unforgivingly hard in a pathetic display of writhing.

“I must’ve crushed th’ back of your head,” Hun surmised, grabbing Danny by the bloodied collar of his shirt. He held him aloft like he weighed nothing, dangling the rat man with one hand in the air. “Your eyeballs almost popped outta your skull! I was certain I killed you, but,” he chuckled. “Guess I didn’t hit you hard enough.”

“Mmrgh…” Danny mumbled behind his gag in an attempt to speak but it did nothing. Keep yer eyes on my face and not my feet, just keep flapping yer yap. All I need is a minute.

“You should’ve seen your boy,” Hun scoffed. “The dumb animal really went savage on me!” Lifting his right hand the man showed off a set of severe bite marks around the space between his thumb and index finger that punctured deep enough to draw blood. Holy shit, LEO did that? “Tried taking my thumb off. Put up a pretty decent struggle before I shut him up. He really doesn’t know when to pick his fights… I guess he takes after you.”

Don’t let him get t’ you don’t let him get t’ you, he’s trying t’ crack you down, do not let him win!

“You should’ve heard it! ‘Don’t touch my Dad! Leave him alone! Wake up, wake up!’ I didn’t know turtles were so worthless without their guardians protecting them. He thought he was actually going to SAVE you!”

Danny’s hands twitched, unable to move, unable to wrench himself free. If he’d had the power he’d have gouged Hun’s eyes out. His expression turned vile against the swelling and bruising. Just a little bit further, he could feel the bonds at his feet giving way. Come on, come on, PLEASE!

“He kept saying, ‘My Dad’s hurt, do something! My Mom will kick your ass!’ I’ve never heard something so hilarious in my entire life! You freaks are so loyal it makes me SICK!” Hun brought Danny closer, their faces eerily inches apart to the point where Danny could see the deep brown irises of the human man, how sinister they were, how his pupils shrank with sadistic glee at the yōkai’s plight. “Why is it you lot are so determined to protect each other? Why do you go so far just to save your kin? In my world, it’s every man for himself. You should know! You were a convict too; I can see it in your eyes, you know what I mean. You’re a guy who’s been in the slammer once. I don’t forget that look in anyone’s eyes. Why stick your neck out for the sake of this dumb terrapin?”

Around his feet the ropes went slack. They slipped to the ground, unnoticed.

Somewhere overhead shadows fell past the skylight, the evening finally setting in. Four figures hovered from the glass panes.

Danny’s heart skipped a beat. Kat.

Hun, confused, looked up to inspect the strange arrival. “Who—“

This moment of distraction was all Danny needed. He held his breath, counted to three—

CRACK! “AUGH—?!”

Danny threw his head forward and smashed his brow directly into Hun’s, hearing the familiar sound of bone shattering. The pain that erupted throughout his entire skull added onto his other trauma and almost knocked him out cold, but he gnashed his fangs into the cloth and fought through it. The moment Hun staggered and his grip on his collar lessened, Danny quickly brought his knee up and, without giving him the chance to react, crushed it under his jaw and cracked his chin in one swift motion. He kicked off Hun’s chest to get himself loose, freeing him of the human’s hold as he dropped to his feet.

Don’t think, just move! Acting fast his aching tail lashed out, wrapping around Leo’s middle as he tried to make a desperate break for the nearest exit, dragging the bound turtle in tow. It didn’t matter if his hands were still tied, it didn’t matter if he could barely move, it didn’t matter, it didn’t, he had to get Leo out of here, clear a space, get him to—

Something was chucked into his spine.

He saw stars.

It hit him with such power it threw him off kilter, sending him tumbling, unintentionally dragging Leo alongside the rat. Danny heard a brick clatter to the wayside.

“YOU STUPID ANIMALS!” Hun tenaciously roared, slightly slurred from the broken nose he currently clutched, drawing a small revolver from his belt as he took aim…

Right for Leo, who sat entangled in the tail wrapped tight around his stomach, who stared at the gun with this strange blank expression, caught in headlights, motionless as though he’d already mentally accepted his fate.

Time slowed.

‘All it takes is one second, Daniel.’

Hun cocked the safety off.

‘One second to choose between life… or death.’

Danny’s heart dropped with terror. He screamed, shoving himself in front of the kid, acting as a living barrier between him and the impending bullet, praying to God for a quick death, praying the shot didn’t go through him and into Leo, praying for Kathrine to forgive him; Kat, Kat, Kathrine I’m so sorry, I love you so much, please don’t hate me, please—

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Glass exploded overhead. It rained down onto the unfortunate bastards caught in their deadly hail, spliced and diced as the shards fell, catching pieces of moonlight in their fractured panes.

Without warning, four shadows fell into the warehouse among them.

One hit the ground hard and fast, a tremor shaking the foundation of the first floor when he landed. Two others dropped stealthily silent at his side, framing the giant. All of them were wearing thick, heavy black clothes and masks.

The last slowly rose to her full height. Covered from head to toe in black, the woman leveled a pair of toxic green eyes onto Hun beneath the hood of her jacket, taking in her target.

In her hand dangled a revolver. The other, his Cloaking Broach.

Katie’s voice broke through the blanket of silence that captured the unexpected audience. With a murderous hiss, she spat Hun’s words right back at him. “You’re going to regret pissing me off.”

She raised her gun to the sky.

She fired.

BANG!

Her shot struck the circuit breaker in the ceiling, taking out all the lights. Electrical sparks showered down around the warehouse.

Soon, a cacophony of voices rang throughout the warehouse as Hun and his lackeys panicked.

“WHERE ARE THEY?! SOMEONE GRAB THE MUTANTS!” Hum exclaimed.

Then, another voice. “LEAVE NONE STANDING.” As dark green and purple tendrils warped around the slim figure of Katie in the pitch black, transforming the woman. Three silhouettes branched off.

Cries bellowed into the dark as the three moved at once. In a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose.

Danny wasn’t taking chances; tail tightening around Leo he all but hauled him out of gunfire range as bullets began to soar and whiz past his ear. The deafening screams and wails of the hapless goons went ignored.

Danny hadn’t gotten a decent look around the premises but he at least managed to find cover thanks to his night vision, however obscured it was; he ducked behind a tall set of crates, pulling himself and Leo behind the sturdy barriers. He didn’t know how long they would hold but for now, it would have to suffice. Despite the chaos unfolding around them he found it easier to breathe.

They found them. They came. They really came. Kathrine had pulled through.

He could feel Leo start to tremble; violent, terrified, full bodied shakes rattled the slider. His breathing turned uneven, uncontrollable. He heard him begin to weep.

Danny didn’t have to be the best medic in the world to know this was a panic attack.

He’d had a gun pointed right at him— he very likely could have been shot and had it not been for the timely intervention of their group, the turtle could have…

Acting on instinct the yōkai hugged the slider close to him— unable to wrap his arms around the boy, his tail curled tighter at Leo’s middle to shield him from the madness. Truth be told, Danny was scared shitless. Anything could go wrong. Anything could happen. But in this small corner Danny was all Leo had to protect him from whatever threat crossed their path. Hell or high water, he would die fighting to keep his promise.

Let them kill me first. I ain’t letting this kid down.

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Five seconds.

That was all it took.

Five seconds for her to break the necks of the lookouts on the rooftop to get by undetected.

Five seconds for Katie to shatter the skylight windows of the warehouse and leap into the fray of goons packing heat.

Five seconds was all it took for her to move when she saw Hun point a pistol at her baby and the man she loved, who threw himself in front of the mutant red eared slider in an attempt to take the shot meant for the teen.

Five seconds of dark red tinting her world in a bloody film.

The Cloaking Broach effortlessly turned her from woman to yōkai, the cover of shadows illuminated her ghastly feline form as terrified thugs began to blindly open fire, pops of light like firecrackers indicating their unlucky locations. In one command her boys pounced into action: Raph taking the stairs. Casey covering the entrance. Mike advancing on the main floor.

Katie bared her fangs as a bloodcurdling growl rumbled deep in her throat, lowering herself into a crouch, the thin fur on her arms and neck rising with unbridled rage. The jaguar form granted her plenty of advantages, one of them the blessed gift of speed and inhuman strength. She had to make full use of their abilities before her stamina wore off. Mouth dropping open she released a gut churning screech that echoed throughout the facility.

Katie took off in a sprint.

Her hands grabbed one guy by the back of his shirt and seized him. One instantaneous snap to his neck and he crumbled. Kicking off his falling body she grappled another man by the torso and took him down, his gun firing sporadically as they collapsed. He didn’t get the chance to scream when she tore his neck open. She ripped the gun from his hands, taking shots towards where the stairs started as three goons tried to ambush Raph whilst he was busying himself with two burly looking jackasses.

Three shots. Three bodies staggering along the stairs. Katie continued moving.

She lunged for another big fellow, a woman this time, trapping her in a corner. She went to throw a fist, but Katie dodged. She moved to uppercut her, but she parried. Using her elbow Katie crushed it into his the and cracked two ribs. Finally she unleashed long, thick claws to sink them deep into the stomach and slashed it open. The sorry excuse for a woman gurgled something that sounded like ‘help’ under her breath. She thought she heard her wheeze, ‘I have babies.’

Katie spat on her.

No mother in her right mind would ever think of harming another’s child. Not unless they were depraved.

“GOONGALAAAAA!” Casey declared nearby, followed by a heavy thwack from his hockey stick as he struck someone. Seconds later an explosive hockey puck blew some guy far back into the brick wall. He skated around a pillar just in time to avoid being pelted with a piece of broken concrete, using the cover to thrust his arm out and catch the man in the torso and tase him with his glove. Dark blue light ignited around the man’s body as he was electrocuted without mercy.

Raph on the other hand sprang forward onto one goon, canines bared like a vicious snake ready to devour its prey. Sai in his fists he used all his strength to bring them up and into the shoulder blades of the hapless moron beneath him, pushing off the man to twist his body into the air and kick one leg outward, striking another bastard in the groin with powerful force. Tearing his sai out of his opponent’s arms he jumped to his feet and tackled the second to the ground, landing devastating punches one after another at the thug’s face, bellowing in outrage with each blow.

“THIS!” CRIK! “IS FOR!” CRUNCH! “MY BROTHER!” KRAK!

“You want some’a this, fool?!” Mikey’s tone suggested anger as he lashed out, nunchucks spinning rapidly, striking with precision and careful timing. The biggest of her kids battered and bludgeoned any man who tried to touch him, expertly weaving and leaping out of harms way in time as a shot nearly took the gentle giant down. He used his height to his advantage to gain leverage over his opponents, striking with deadly precision. “Come GET some!”

“FLUSH THEM OUT! I WANT LIGHTS, GET EYES ON THE FREAKS!” Hun screamed amidst the frenzy of rapid fire and ricochet bullets. “I WANT THEM DEAD!”

You’re going to be dead in ten minutes, but I’m patient, Katie thought.

She flipped over one guy like an acrobat, unknowingly catapulting into another duo of morons that managed to get some solid blows into her sternum and face as she struggled to gain her bearings. A couple of hits to the diaphragm rendered her momentarily stunned, fingers latching into her hair and ripping her backwards to deliver a strong-armed punch to her cheek.

“Stupid—“ Asshat hissed as he went to punch her in the nose. She caught his fingers in her teeth and sank them down to the point of breaking them. When the hand let her hair go Katie struck her palm straight up, breaking the teeth from his mouth and slicing his lips. Katie swung her hands in crazed, rapid motions, cutting him deeper, deeper, slicing his face and torso until she took him down to the floor. Whomever had tried to assist him ran away in fright— smart man.

“MA!” Raph yelled from the second floor, sai clashing into a shotgun, using the prongs to shove the barrel to the side and sideswiping his attacker to take him down. “Three o’clock!”

Her eyes widened. Turning in the direction of the crates, she caught a trail of blood streaking an unsteady line around the corner. In that bloody mess the footprints turned somewhere in the slew of storage containers.

Danny. Leo.

Katie just barely managed to avoid being stabbed from behind as a squealing simpleton attempted to run her through with a switchblade. Seizing his arm she snapped it at the elbow joint and rammed her own straight into his throat, proceeding to body slam him as she cracked his head open like a walnut. She tore the knife from his twitching fingers, clutching it in a fist, claws digging into the metal handle. Where was Hun?

“FUCKING— CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! WHAT DO I PAY YOU IDIOTS FOR!” Hun shouted in outrage, the unmistakable sound of a Glock disengaged off its safety. “WHERE ARE YOU, RAT?! I’M ENDING THIS!”

Katie’s mouth twisted dangerously into a ravenous sneer.

The clock started ticking.

Ten.

She cut through the rest of the lackeys in her way, moving against the wave of bodies that struggled to find and subdue her. No. No. NO. No man was going to stop her now. Not while she was still breathing.

Nine.

Hun was a fortress as he pushed and shoved his cronies aside like they meant nothing, searching the crowd with ominous intent behind every fiber of his body. He grabbed one of the heavier crates and heaved it across the warehouse— her heart skipped a beat when the massive wooden box hit Mikey dead center in his chest and sent the ‘chuck wielder into a beam shell-first. The sound that came from the metal structure reverberated into her eardrums and made her fur stand straight. “MICHAEL!”

The orange masked teen huffed, getting back to his feet albeit shakily, spitting blood to the side and calling, “Good! I’m good! Just… dizzy!”

“Casey, cover Mike! Raph, on my seven!” Katie cried. She took point as she raced forward. “NOBODY follow me!”

She didn’t want them seeing what she was about to do.

Didn’t want them to see the carnage that was about to unfold.

That was her sin to bare. Not theirs.

Eight.

Hun pushed aside another crate, searching high and low. He fired his Glock randomly at something in his line of sight. The gunshot struck a solid object, but thankfully not any people. “Where are you?! When I get my hands on you both I’ll make you WISH you’d been shot!”

He fired somewhere near his left—

A muffled scream made her stomach seize.

Daniel. That was Danny’s voice.

And from where she stood a mere twelve feet away, she saw understanding cross Hun’s repulsive features.

He readied another shot with a click. “There you are.”

Seven.

Katie suddenly found her second wind. She flew— soaring off unmoving bodies and gaining momentum as she ran. The muscles in her calves and thighs tightened. The adrenaline rushed all over her body. Her veins were on fire.

She didn’t care.

As Hun prepared a second round she caught him off guard. She lunged, grabbing him by the shoulders as she hung on. Then she drove the switchblade into the depths of his back and started repeatedly shanking him. Hun screamed, blindly reaching behind him, trying to grab Katie to pry her off. She avoided his meaty hands, continuing to stab him in the muscled tendons of his back and aiming for his spine—

“FUCK OFFA ME!” Hun exclaimed. Without hesitation he threw himself back, and in turn, took Katie with him as he slammed her into the wall. She grunted, the pain exploding into her head and back, as Hun did this a second and third time. She lost her grip on the knife as it clattered out of reach into the dark.

Hun shook her off enough to seize her by her ankle, tearing Katie off and holding her aloft like a gutted fish. “YOU!“

Katie growled in return.

She twisted her body like a python, wrapping her arms around his appendage and sinking her claws through the sensitive skin around his forearm and shredded it completely open.

Six.

Hun reared back like a horse, wailing his arm around to toss her off. She didn’t let go. She instead haphazardly clawed her way up his arm, to his chest, to his shoulders as she latched on and embedded her teeth into his collarbone—

The gang leader punched her. He cracked her jaw as he dislodged her off him, taking the opportunity to snap her head back as he grabbed her throat and began to squeeze. Katie gagged, coughing, kicking and hissing against the ironclad grip around her windpipe. Her claws scratched his knuckles and wrist.

“Finally,” Hun panted, shaking the mutated woman like a ragdoll. “YOU’RE the top prize of New York? Another genetic hybrid? You’re a MENACE. I can’t believe you caused all this mayhem for worthless freaks! You really must be that deranged!” He crushed his thick fingers around her neck, making her spasm in agony as the ability to breathe was robbed from aching, broken lungs. “Just wait. I’ll take your pets. I’ll take them and turn them into handbags, sell their shells, turn their blood into addictive drugs… and I’ll make you watch it all. But not the rat. That rodent has something VERY special waiting for him. He’ll be saved for last. I’ll take all the fur from his skin piece by piece, I’ll rip his tail off, I’ll take his eyes… and you’ll see the life drain out of him as he dies at your feet… all the while I’ll keep you as my private little WHORE.”

Five.

The scent of death was so potent it could have strangled an elephant.

One thought integrated into her brain:

KILL.

Four.

Katie snarled. Not in despair…

But bloodlust.

She swung on him; thick black claws caught the bottom of the left eye and tore the fragile flesh. Hun yelped.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough until she took his life.

Katie pile-drove both feet right into his abdomen and kicked over and over again, heels digging hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Pummeling her booted feet as physically hard into his pelvis, the force of the strike the final time made the buff gang leader spit blood as something in his pelvic region cracked. As soon as he was doubled over, Katie knocked both feet into his face and sent him sprawling. She wrenched her neck out of his hands and climbed on top of him. When he swatted at her she pushed his arms down.

Three.

Katie straddled the bigger man, hovering over the disgraceful cur— a primal animal ready to devour.

Hun’s eyes squinted through the daze of his attack, grinding his teeth in agony when he stared up at the jaguar woman. Realization dawned upon him. “You wouldn’t DARE.”

Katie slowly raised her arm. Claws extended out of the tips of her fingers.

Hum’s face blanched. “You wouldn’t!”

Two.

Katie’s eyes flickered a deadly shade of crimson. Her face turned feral.

She thought of Danny, the man she loved— his screams of anguish that would forever haunt her.

She thought of Leo, her son— pleading for Danny’s life, the horror that filled his voice.

She thought of Grace, her sister— handed off to Draxum and taken to a lab, being used for some kind of sinister experiment.

Letting him go would spell death for them all.

Letting him walk away after everything he’d done? All the lives he took? All the devastation he’d created?

Never.

One.

In the darkness the jaguar screeched, bringing her claws down like a guillotine.

In the darkness Hun drowned in his own terrified cry as she ripped his jugular open with her hands.

In the darkness, blood was spilled.

True to her word, Hun hadn’t lasted more than ten minutes.

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The chaos lasted an eternity. That’s what Danny believed.

The gunshot was TOO close to his head and had missed by inches— inches. A single shot nearly blew his brains out and he would never have been known until it was too late. His heart had stopped after the attempt on his life, he could barely catch his breath after that. Any closer t’ th’ left, and I’d be…

He’d gone into a shock of sorts, freezing on the spot as he struggled to put the pieces of his composure back together. Air dragged into constricted ribs, quickened and erratic. But he refused to waver. During the horrific ordeal he never let Leo go, having clung to the teen as though he were a lifeline, holding him close to keep him safe. The poor kid was a hysteric mess, burying his face into Danny’s arm and weeping, terror plain to see from a mile away as tears stained his sleeve. Danny sat like steel. Never moved. Never once did he dare to ease his grip on Leo. Nobody was taking this kid, nobody was going to hurt him, nobody would get the chance, nobody—

The brawl came to an abrupt end. Doors flung open as petrified screams fled into the night.

Quiet settled over the warehouse. Dread hit him at once.

Where was Katie? Where were the boys? Had Hun done something, had he hurt her? Where did everyone go? Where were the gang members?

He felt Leo shiver against his side, whining worriedly. Danny’s tail pulled him closer, shielding him. Don’t let him out of your sight.

He couldn’t chance it.

He couldn’t risk being careless—

Physical contact viciously ripped him back into reality.

It became a battle to breathe.

Someone was touching him. Hands were on his shoulders someone was touching him they were going to start with him someone was going to take Leo away—!

NO!

Fight or flight set in. Primal desperation kicked his senses into overdrive. Danny began to buck like a lion, yelling and howling against his gag in outrage, no no no they can’t do this, they can’t, I’m not going down like this I’m not dying here I’m NOT LETTING THIS KID DIE. “MMHF— DNN PHHKN THHK HHMPH! DNN HHFF HHMPH!”

“DANIEL! DANIEL, DANIEL, IT’S ALRIGHT! IT’S ME!”

Clarity.

He froze. Was that…?

Eyes shot open in the dark—

Lights blinded him, white LEDs shooting daggers into sensitive retinas after spending days being shuttered away. Recoiling Danny groaned, shying from the source, the hands returning to touch his face, he fought the urge to scream—

“Daniel.” Gentle, soft as silk, quiet and comforting. “I’m here.”

He forced his blurry eyes open a second time. Blinking away tears that prickled weary orbs, Danny finally found a familiar face.

The most beautiful sight on this planet.

Emerald green eyes. Tan complexion. Tussled black hair. Smooth, elegant face. Blood speckled around her cheeks and neck. Bruising crawled throughout her throat. Her clothes were tattered and bloodied. A battery powered lamp sat at her side. She looked like she’d been run over by a truck.

But Kathrine was gorgeous. She always was.

“Oh God… Danny,” Katie whimpered. Tears stung his eyes as she spoke his name. “What’d he do to you…?”

His shoulders shook. His barriers came tumbling down around him. In this moment Danny broke into tears, cutting like razor blades down an injured face. He kicked himself for this internally. Men were supposed to stand strong in the face of despair. Men were supposed to be the fortitude for others to fall to in dire need. Men, his father taught him, would never shatter under the pressure. They couldn’t show sensitivity, they couldn’t CRY. It was a privilege reserved for women or weaker people with no backbone.

But damn his old man.

The woman he loved made it. Leo was okay.

They were going home.

Katie brought him closer, tilting his head forward to touch her forehead to Danny’s. Her fingers tenderly brushed his shaggy hair out of bloodshot eyes to better get a look at him, the motions familiar, slow, rhythmic, compassionate as she soothed the battered yōkai. As tears trickled down his muzzle and stained his gag he wept joyfully in her hands, yearning for his words, wanting dearly to voice his gratitude. She mumbled to him, “I’m here baby. I’m here. Sorry I took so long.“

Danny shook his head, trying to talk, trying to tell her it was fine, but he settled with a muffled grunt for now. This tender feeling of comfort provided by the woman who loved him was more than enough. He just wished he could kiss her.

At his side Leo squeaked, timid. Danny relinquished his grip on the terrapin, nudging him to look over.

Katie raised her head to find Leo. Her eyes widened painfully, and her lips quivered. “Mijo,” she gasped.

Leo almost instantly tried to hurl himself into her arms, but still being bound he teetered forward clumsily, Katie catching him before he could shatter his beak into solid ground and pulling him into a crushing embrace while the boy sobbed with relief in her shoulder. “Oh mijo…! Bromista! I’m so so so sorry, I’m right here, shhh-shhh-shh Mama’s got you.”

“Mom!” Coming in from behind the other three arrived, winded and sheathing their weapons, the battle over. “All clear. Those bozos ain’t coming back—“ Raph sported a gnarly gash under his jaw, his black clothes ripped and torn apart at the elbows, dark brown eyes turning alert as soon as he saw Leo. “Oh shit… Leo…”

Leo’s eyes poked around Katie’s shoulder, dark red and glassy. The slider’s expression fell even farther into remorse. He strained his hands against his bindings, weeping harder at the sight of the older turtle. Like being torn out of a trance Raph moved; lowering himself to a kneel as he drew the bound terrapin into a hug, forgoing his own injuries in favor of providing him reassurance. “I’m so sorry, bro… I’m so so sorry, I’m such an idiot, I never meant a word o’ what I said. I’m so glad yer okay.”

Nobody missed the warbled shake of Raph’s voice repressing tears.

Mikey wiped blood away from his nose with the back of his arm, cuts sinking deep into his legs and shoulders, shaking slightly from being chucked into a steel beam. His expression sank with empathy, but he immediately dropped to his knees to help his surrogate mother with the slider. “Hey Lee. We got your back.”

“I got the first aid kit,” Casey knelt at Leo’s side with a seriousness Danny had never seen before, rummaging around his duffle bag. His bottom lip was split, his left hand looked swollen, his ear bled from the earlobe, hockey mask pushed up to rest atop his head. “What looks the most bad?”

“There’s a gash on the bridge of his snout. This thing stopped a majority of the bleeding but it looks deep,” Katie gently tilted Leo’s head forward to grab ahold of the knot tying the gag in place. “Honey, hold still. I’ll get you loose. Mike, can you please untie Danny?”

Mikey nodded. He unclipped a shuriken from his belt as he moved behind the yōkai with a friendly grin. “‘Sup, rat dude! Don’t worry, I’ll have you outta this in a minute!”

He sat still for the bigger turtle as he worked on the ropes, sawing away at the restraints diligently. As he waited for his bonds to be cut Danny watched in silence as Katie took care of Leo, Raph using one of his sai to slice through the cords around his wrists like butter. She whispered consoling things to the kid as she fussed with the gag, some words in Spanish, others in English, but her attention never strayed off the slider. A mother in her element.

“Respira, cariño, solo respira profundamente,” Katie soothed, untying the cloth and easing it off his mouth, taking care not to disrupt the gash across his snout in the process. “Just focus on my voice. I’m not going anywhere.”

Leo hacked out a blood soaked wad of fabric, sputtering into a coughing fit that robbed him of the ability to use his words. Katie rubbed his shell in circular motions, easing the turtle forward in case he needed to vomit. Raph slashed the last of his bonds free in one fell flick of the wrist. Leo’s hands slowly moved to the front, both visibly shaking, the traumatic stress still apparent. “I gotcha Bud. You’re good. Ma, ya need th’ water?”

“Yeah. Leo, here, take a drink of this—“

“N-no…” Leo’s voice was a raspy whisper. Shaking his head he pointed a finger over to Danny, who blinked his good eye in befuddlement. “D-Dad… h-he needs it…”

The cords holding Danny prisoner finally snapped, Mikey’s impromptu knife severing the strands. Blood rushed back into numbed over fingers and made his hands prickle from the sensation of circulation returning, rushing back into aching veins that yearned for movement. A relieved huff pushed through the fabric still wrapped in his teeth.

Fingers found purchase on the knot at the back of his head, and two seconds later the gag was finally loosened from his mouth. Swollen clawed fingers reached up to yank the cloth free, spitting the long since blood saturated rag to the side as he nearly choked. He struggled to repress a wheezing fit, fighting to keep his pain to a minimum but his lungs ballooned in his ribcage and begged for air. What I wouldn’t give for a bottle of gin.

“Dad…!” Leo, unable to withhold his worry, attempted to go help him. But the slider was still weak, atrophy turning his arms into sore, shaking twigs that went to reach for the yōkai. He nearly collapsed had it not been for Raph helping him to kneel.

Katie squeezed around the two to fit in the space to reach Danny, her hands cupping his face as blood slithered down his chin. “Daniel. You okay?” She asked.

“‘M… fine.” Danny worked his words out of a parched throat begging for water. “J-Just a he-headache…”

Not falling for his charade Katie held a bottle of water to his lips, encouraging him to drink. “Hey, take it easy. You probably have brain fog.”

“Side note, is anyone else confused?” Mikey piped up, cutting the last of the ropes from the yōkai’s torso. “Leo must have some kinda concussion. He just called Danny ‘Dad.’ I think you got the wrong rat, man. Your Splints is gray.”

“D-Don’t… have one,” Leo cleared his voice to better speak. “I know… what I said.”

“Wait whaaaat?” The ridges of Mikey’s brows rose.

“Dan? Dad?” Casey had to ask next. “Dude, seriously? You sure you’re not concussed?”

“Yep.” Leo grinned. The motion almost looked too forced from the pain. “That’s… my Dad.”

Katie’s emerald orbs glistened— tears hanging at bay, a soft smile growing across her face. Glancing back at Danny she mouthed, “Really?”

Danny took one look at Leo, who grinned weakly at his guardian with happiness. He looked back to Katie, tired hands reaching up to run them through her hair. The feeling of her smooth locks beneath aching, battered palms grounded him. They anchored him.

They reaffirmed the reality of his survival, of all the suffering he’d endured to reach this point.

How he’d go through it all over again to keep them safe.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I am.”

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ONE MORE CHAPTER AND ITS DONE!!!

Hope you liked this one! 😁😁

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Turtle Rush Part 5

Hey everyone. Hope you’re enjoying this fanfic. Be sure to read it in order if you’re a bit lost in the plot. 

Stay safe, healthy, and in good spirits!

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[HIDDEN CITY]

“Get your fresh fish here~! Straight from the well’s mouth!”

“Organic leaping fruits! Put a pep in your step! Get them while they’re still springy!”

“Want to impress your lady? Then come down to our ancient jewelry! Where we treat every woman like a queen!”

As the markets of Hidden City bustles with shopkeepers and goods of all kinds, Dahlia trails to the forest. When reaching her destination in the deepest parts, she opens the bag and starts collecting whatever she can get her hands on.

‘These look great. Perfect for this season.’

Zip~

“This should be enough.”

Mayhem sits on her shoulders as they walk further down.

*Squeaking*

“I know you can teleport us there, but it’s been a while since my last visit. Let’s enjoy the view as we go. I’ll even let you snack on a few of these.”

Dahlia rubs his cheek as he meows with glee.

“You’ll like it there, Mayhem. It’s peaceful, quiet, and has the best—"

Rustle-Rustle~

“!?”

Mayhem snarls as Dahlia scans her surroundings.

RUSTLE~

The sounds become louder as she takes a fighting stance.

SHOOM!

“AAHHH!”

THUMP!

In a flash, someone flies into her, knowing each other down.

“Ugh~....”

“Augh, what in the—”

“Dahlia?”

Her head shoots up to see the younger terrapin.

“Michael?”

They stumble back on their feet.

“Where did...how did you...and why is there a rope tied to your waist?!”

Rustle—Rustle!

Just then, they see Leo2k3. 

“Mikey, there you are. I was...Dahlia?”

Seeing the shock on her face, his eyes shift to the weapon in his hand then back at her.

“I-I...let me explain—”

“Are you insane?”

Frustration takes over as she comes closer.

“I said I would handle this, and yet you go behind my back?!”

“Um, guys, this really isn’t the time to—”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand by and do nothing! I want to help as much as you do!”

“That’s our mission too,” Mikey2k12 argues, “but I ain’t acting loco like you, homie! Let’s go back already and talk about this where it’s safe, please?”

“He’s right. You’re on the outskirts of the Hidden City. The wild here is just as dangerous and unpredictable as that sword you’re holding, you thief.”

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy here?”

“No duh, Mr. I-Know-Everything’.”

“Aren’t you just as upset as I am, Michael?! We’re stranded in another dimension and our only chance of getting back could be this! I had to try!”

“And you could’ve wound up in some whacko world with no oxygen, or in space, or...or...you get the idea!”

Unbeknownst to them, something lurks in the woods, circling the trio.

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“But I did anyway! I throw myself into a portal to drag your sorry shell back to get you out of trouble! And that’s rich from someone who’s a screwup!”

“Enough! Both of you!”

The turtles turn away from each other.

“Nardo, I....I am disappointed that you...hah...but I’m not...I don’t hate you for this.”

She doesn’t see the confliction in his face.

“But you have to understand. This place and the one above...both are my home. I know them better than anyone. What you did was just dumb luck. If you hadn’t shown up here, you could’ve been in a worse situation where I or April, or—or your brothers wouldn’t be able to find you.”

Both turtles look to her as Mayhem hugs her neck in comfort.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m gonna do it...but I’m not giving up. Right now, all I want is for you to give me a chance...and so far...you haven’t.”

“......”

SHAAA~

“...Um, guys...”

GRRR!

They gasp as a ten-foot lion appears. Two tails, crystal-pattern on its body and a glowing, red gemstone embedded in its chest.

“It’s that freaky creature again!”

“An Inferleon...here?”

FWIP!

“Look out!”

BAM!

“Ahh!”

Using her foot, she uses her powers to push the boys away.

CLANG!

“Ngh!”

She forms two spears to hold the beast’s paw in place.

“Dahlia, above you!”

FWOOM!

WHAM!

She backflips away in time before its tails take a whack at her.

“Is the portal you came from still open?!”

“It’s due east over there!”

ROOOOAAAR!!

“Well, what’re you waiting for!”

They make a run for it while dodging the yokai’s tails with each strike.

“What is that thing?!”

“An Inferleon! But they’re usually docile! Which one of you ticked it off!?”

“We didn’t! It just charged right at us!”

“I don’t wanna be cat food~!”

“There it is!”

Only twenty-feet away from the blue light as they run faster.

FWIP/AHH!

“Mikey!”

SNATCH/WOAH!

“Leo!”

Dahlia slides back when the beast coils its tails on each of them.

At the exact moment, the four turtles return to the lair to see their brothers holding onto ropes while a portal is open.

“What the shell?!”

“U-Uh, hey guys.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Woah!”

Raph2k12 feels a tug on his end of the rope and tries to pull back. Raph2k3 and Donnie2k12 help him while Leo2k12 and Mikey2k3 do the same for Donnie2k3.

“How long have they been gone?”

“Three minutes.”

“Then what’s keepin’ them from—ahh!”

WHIP/BAM!

All of a sudden, they get lifted up and hit the floor.

“Woah/Augh~!”

WHIP/WHAM!

“What—OW—is—OUCH—happening?!”

“How should—OW—I know—OOF!”

BAM!

“Augh, my shell!”

WHIP/SLAM!

Like themselves, Leo and Mikey are getting flipped back and forth by the beast.

Ringtone!

Just then, Dahlia gets a facetime from April.

Beep!

“Hey, April, can this wait for a moment?”

“Just checking on how y—WHAT THE WHAT IS THAT!?”

“AAHHH!”

SLAM!

“Long story! Gotta go!”

[Wait, what are—]

Bleep!

Dahlia quickly dials a number.

[Hello?]

“Raging Red, it’s me!”

[Dahlia?! Where—]

“When I say ‘now’ you pull on the ropes as hard as you can! Get Franken-Foot to help!”

[What are you gonna do?]

“Something stupid.”

Staying on call, Dahlia charges in.

SNARL!

BAM!

She leaps sideways and snags a fragment of the Inferleon’s crystals.

CLANKING!

FWIP/SLAM!

She forms chains strong enough to restrain the mystic lion down on its back. Landing on its chest, Dahlia heads for the firestone.

SHAA!

Dahlia creates a protective layer over her hands with larger ones.

FWOOM!

CRACKLE!

But when reaching out, a forcefield pushes her back.

“Dang it, should’ve known it repels magic,” she curses.

“Ugh~ I’m gonna be sick—ouch—woah!”

Biting her lip, Dahlia had only one thing to do.

“Sorry about this, big guy.”

Inhaling sharply, she plunges her bare hands onto the gem.

FSSSHHH!

“AAHHH~!”

“Dahlia/Dahlia, no!”

The agonizing pain is too much to bear, but her persistence grows as she uses all her strength.

CLANG!

ROOOAAAARRR!

The beast cries as the gem pulls out from its body and loses its tail grip on the turtles.

“Now, Raph!”

“PULL~!”

YANK!

The turtles, Franken-Foot, and Shelldon tug on the ropes as the brothers get pulled in.

FWOOM!

“(Both)DAHLIA!”

SWHING!

THUMP!

Leo2k3 and Mikey2k12 are now back in the lair as the portal disappears.

“Little bro!”

Raph2k12 collides into his youngest brother and helps him up.

“You alright, buddy?”

“Ugh...I won’t be riding rollercoasters for a while.”

“What happened? And where’s Dahlia?”

“Oh no! Dudes, she’s in trouble—we gotta go save her!”

Raph2k12 tries calling her, but only hears static.

“Aw, sewer apples, the line’s dead!”

“......Huff...”

A drop of sweat drips down Dahlia’s cheek. Her eyes glued to the Inferleon, its face only a foot away from hers as she is cornered into a wall. The beast breathes slowly as its fangs let out a menacing growl. Mayhem tries to shield Dahlia, but she holds him in place, not breaking eye-contact. She can sense it. His pain much stronger than her tarnished palms burnt by the stone she forcibly removed. It only makes her chest burn with anxiety, sadness, and remorse. Dahlia ducks her head, curling up with Mayhem in her lap. She prepares for the worst, and she knew she deserves it.

SLUMP~

But after a long, unbearable silence, Dahlia is stunned as the Inferleon lies on its belly in front of her. Relaxing herself, Dahlia leans forward as Mayhem jumps beside the lion. His behavior confused Dahlia. It’s as if it can read her thoughts and emotions. Slowly, she reaches out, watching his movements before he licks her hand, a low howl coming through his throat.

“...I’m sorry, too. I’m so sorry.”

Dahlia then remembers the gemstone and sees it lying on the side. Even if her palms, still feeling the fiery pain deep in her skin and numb to the touch, she knows what to do to make this right.

REOW~!

“...Mayhem? What’s wrong—”

SHOOM!

“Uh!”

TWIRL—TWIRL!

ROAR!

Out of nowhere, a giant net made of glowing strings ensnares on the Inferleon. Dahlia and Mayhem see a man. Or at least she thinks, till he came closer. Stripe patterns on the visible, glowing red-orange skin, wearing black leather with a pullover face-mask.

“Not bad, little lady. Even the wild beasts respect you.”

He twirls the net-gun and drops it back into its case.

Click

WHIRR~

The stranger uses a high-tech bubble to carry the gem inside as it magnetically pulls to his hand.

“Thanks for doing the job for me.”

The Inferleon snarls at the figure.

“So, you’re the one who forced him out of his cave.” 

“Wasn’t that difficult. Oh—(chuckles)sorry, where are my manners.”

The brunette pulls his mask down, revealing his face that appears merman-like as his golden eyes smile.

“I’m Jax. Your friends are already acquainted with us.”

“Figures they’d be a walking magnet for fellow clowns.”

“Aren’t you adorable.”

He tosses the orb a few times while walking sideways.

“Wish we could’ve met earlier. You would’ve made a great apprentice. But for now, I’m in the middle of something, so~...”

C-CLACK

BOOM!

With another gun, he opens a portal.

“Have fun playing catch-up.”

“Think again, fish-lips!”

Skid!

Dahlia gets on her feet and collides into him as they fall into the portal.

SHWING!

TUMBLE!

Next thing they know, they’re rolling into the middle of an abandoned construction site.

KICK!

“Ow! Hey, not cool!”

Dahlia chases after Jax as they jump from one steel column to the next till they stop halfway.

BOOM!

SHWING!

Jax escapes through a portal and reappears on the other side of the building.

FWOOM!

“Ngh!”

WHIRL!

Dahlia spins sideways to dodge the metal hoop and sees Hypno floating in the air.

“Hello again, my dear.”

“And goodbye!”

She runs ahead.

CLANG!

She’s cut off by Ghostbear and Meat-Sweats.

“Peek-a-boo, little mousie.”

“We have a reservation for one, runaway brunch.”

Dahlia raises her hand out, but feels a sharp twinge, forcing her to retract.

“Looks like you’re out of luck, lassie.”

However, Dahlia spots the rope flung over one column and a wheelbarrow of bricks. Her smirk changes quickly to shock and points down.

“Oh-mi-gosh, is that Guy Flambe eating pork risotto with Annihilation?”

“Huh/Que?”

💥👊🏼PUNCH/OOF!

Dahlia runs to the wheelbarrow and ties the rope onto the handle.

“You’re French toast, pest!”

KICK!

“AAHH!”

CRASH!

The impact makes them fall with the wheelbarrow.

WHOOSH!

Dahlia grabs the other end of the rope, despite the pain, pulling her up. She leaps off and keeps climbing to the top.

“Forgot about me?”

SWING/CLANG—CLANG!

She dodges the hoops, then finds herself heading for a ledge.

“Whew—okay, okay, you got this. One...”

CLANG!

“Dah~ three!”

BOING!

She manages to form coils onto her feet to bounce towards the other rooftop.

TUMBLE~!

“OW—OW—OW!”

POOF!

“...Ow.”

She hits a pile of cement sacks and slides down.

SHWING!

Reow!

“Mayhem!”

SWIRL/GRAB!

“Augh!”

Dahlia squirms as Meat-Sweats’ tendrils get ahold of her.

SHLOOP!

“Ngh...gah~!”

The glowing, green, blobs appear as it sucks out her energy.

“Struggling only makes it worse,” Meat-Sweats cackles, “but an ingredient who puts up a fight makes the flavor even more delectable.”

Mayhem lunges towards them.

TWIRL/SNATCH/WHIMPER!

“No!”

A high-tech bolas net traps him onto a pillar.

KA-THUMP!

Coming out of a portal are two more men appearing alien-like the same as Jax.

“Told ya I would knab the sucker, Colton.”

The dirty-blonde mohawk has sharp, pointed teeth that sneer with joy. He tosses the bow, and his redhead friend with goggles catches it with his tail.

“Not bad, Skeet. I give it an 8-point average.”

Once Dahlia no longer had the willpower, Meat-Sweats drops her to the floor.

“What shall we do with her, boss?”

They look to Jax, who sits on an isolated bench.  

“Dahlia/Where are you?!”

Jax sees the turtles outside the fence, his eyes glow eerie with intrigue. He gets up and walks forward.

WHOOSH~

A gust of wind blows his hood off, revealing dreadlocks that act like living tentacles as they hover over Dahlia.

“You boys go on ahead.”

SHWING/SHOOM!

Once the others disappear, Jax picks Dahlia up by her throat with one lock of his hair.

“Ugh...ah...”

She groans, could barely utter a word as her vision starts to blur.

“You made it this far, kid.”

A smile still lingers as his expression grows dark.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

TOSS~

A cold rush of air. 

WHOOSH!

Unexplained sounds fading. 

CRUMBLE~!

The night sky and the world around turn into a dark void.

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 CRASH!

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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hello  everybody  i’m  cosmo  !!  i’m  24  and  from  the  est  .  this  is  mikey   - --  a  new  and  very  fun  muse  of  mine  .   give  this  a  like  if  you’d  like  to  plot  and  i’ll  hit  u  up  asap  !!  also  my  discord  is   𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔞#6636  if  that’s   easier   .  can’t  wait  to  write  with  you all  !

『REECE KING ❙ MALE』 ⟿ looks like MICHAEL “MIKEY” LAWRENCE is here for SOPHOMORE year as an ART & COMMUNICATIONS student. HE is 21 years old & known to be VEHEMENT, AMICABLE, ZANY & ALOOF. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ COSMO. 24. EST. THEY/THEM. 

INSPIRATION.

sander  driesen .  wtFOCK .

kyle  scheible . lady  bird .

carl gallagher .  shameless .

eric  forman .  that  70′s  show .

STATS.

full  name .  michael  “mikey”  lawrence .

birth  -  place .  bronx ,  new  york .

age  .  twenty - one .

dob  . 5  /  29  /  1997 .

zodiac  .   gemini  .

ABOUT.

michael  was  born  michael  charles  o’malley  the  third  .  he  was  born  to  a  decently  wealthy  family  in  new  york  .  his  mom  was  a  stay  at  home  mom  while  his  dad  worked  on  wall  street  .  during  michael’s  childhood  ,  he  was  homeschooled  by  his  mom  so  they  were  extremely  close  .  his  dad  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  was  hardly  around  .

getting  into  art  at  a  young  age  ,  michael  loved  painting  on  the  walls  and  other  surfaces  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  ,  so  he  was  often  in  trouble  for  that  .  he  had  a  very  animated  personality  and  started  experimenting  with  other  forms  of  art  soon  after  ,  including  make-up  .  

( TW DEATH/DRUGS )  his  parents  separated  and  michael  was  then  raised  by  a  single  mom  , struggling  to  make  ends  meat  .  his  mother  became  addicted  to  drugs  ,  overdosed  ,  and  left  an  eleven  year  old  michael  all  by  himself  in  a  small  apartment  complex  in  a  bad  area  of  new  york  .  he’s  traumatized  from  witnessing  that  from  someone  he  loved  and  relied  on  . ( END TW DEATH/DRUGS )

michael  was  adopted  at  13  after  being  found  on  his  own  living  in  the  streets  and  committing  petty  crimes  to  get  by  .  moving  in  with  his  new  family  ,  the  lawrence’s  ,  michael  became  mikey  lawrence  and  the  sweet  old  couple  raised  him  as  their  own  .  he  wasn’t  always  easy  on  them  ,  acted  out  ,  got  in  trouble  at  school  and  the  police  ,  but  he grew  to  love  them  and  the  rest  of  his  adopted  siblings  ,  which  happened  to  be  quite  a  few  of  them  .

he  started  actually  doing  street  art  at  the  age  of 17  ,  loving  the  freedom  ,  loving  the  danger  ,  and especially  the  art  .  it  wasn’t  necessarily  that  he  was  doing  it  to  continue  to  commit  crimes  ,  but  he genuinely  loved  creating  murals  and  other  forms  of  art  .  he’s  well  known  in  the  community  and  decided  to  further  his  education  in  art  if  his  parents  were  going  to  make  him  attend  college  .

HEAD CANONS.

is a modern day fuck boy for sure

wears turtle necks A LOT 

sells nudes on snapchat ?? sometimes

GRAFFITI IS LIFE 

he is well known for his street art

hates drugs :/ :/

VERY TOUCHY and affectionate to those he loves

probably has fallen in love x300.

LOVES GEMSTONES 

thinks he’s a gypsy

would definitely storm area 51.

low-key ashamed of himself

often tipsy

isn’t exactly mean, but he’s not rly the nicest person in the world and he prob wouldn’t go out of his way to do anything decent for someone he didn’t know.

definitely has hooked u p a lot ( i mean look at him ??? ) now he just wants to be loved tbh.

he LOVES love. he believes being in love is the meaning of life and is getting depressed about never having been loved.

he’s a video gamer, a basketball lover, and a chain smoker.

could be a lovable dumbass once he’s comfortable around someone.

does lack common sense at times.

leaves clean laundry on his bedroom floor for a week

prob doesn’t drink enough water

constantly wears dr. martens

will always be found with taco bell bags in his car.

[tmnt-veelicious]

Across the Stars - Ch.10

Oooohh myyy goooood, sorry for the long delay guys !! I kind of had a slight writer’s block right in the middle of this chapter and it was frustrating >:’Y !! But now it’s done and I can’t wait to get to the next chapter :) THERE’S A LOT OF CUTENESS IN THIS AND LOTS OF FEELING (my kokoro is brokoro) Have fun reading ! If there’s errors I’m sorry~ I’ll try to fix them soon :’D

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Vee woke up to the sight of the blanket fort still hanging above, the white and purple fairy lights placed at the room's ceiling still shining faintly through the fabric. She smiled lazily, stretching her naked body, tangled in covers. She felt something on her torso, bringing up the necklace Donnie gave her last night. The amethyst was of a nice purple shade, its teardrop shape delicate and not too extravagant. She wondered if the mutant had assembled it for her, musing about the fact that amongst gemstones enthusiasts the amethyst was said to possess stress relieving properties. As well as being her birthstone, she laughed internally at how much of the opposite she was, plagued with anxiety. She glanced to the mutant still sleeping at her side, rolled on his stomach, face half-hidden into the pillow. Her heart sank at such sight, tempted to roll over to him, but her gaze caught on the purple mask laying slightly above, forgotten in bed. An idea crossed Vee's mind, smiling playfully as she grabbed the clothe, carefully wrapping it around her head, placing the opened spaces above her eyes. She next got a hold of her phone, turning the camera on and getting a glimpse of her new look. Purple wasn't one of her most favorite colors, but she had to agree that this shade wasn't too bad, nicely bringing out the green hues in her eyes. It didn't take long before she started taking selfies, some serious, smiling, others goofy, quiet giggles escaping her. ''What are you doing?'' asked Donnie's tired voice. Vee gasped, her body slightly jolting, causing her to drop the phone on her face as she was laying on her back. She bursted into laughters, pushing the device aside and rubbing her hurting features. When she looked back at the turtle she could notice an amused smile on his face, the woman trying to look pitiful in return, although that failed. ''It's my birthday today, I can do what I want,'' she said, her giggles betraying her. Donnie moved, bringing the other in his arms and playfully giving kisses all around her features. He took advantage of this new position to take the woman's phone and bringing it up high so she wouldn't steal it from his hold. He got a look at her pictures, either laughing or stating that he wanted her to send him this or that one. ''You look good in purple,'' he commented sweetly. Vee snorted, blushing as she hid her face shyly. As she felt the turtle give some kisses on top of her head, she did not realize that he was taking pictures at the same time, soon trailing down to her lips. He put the phone down after a few more shots, finally back to hugging Vee properly. A small sigh left him before he attempted to say: ''Bonne fête, mon amour.'' (Happy birthday, my love) Vee's eyes snapped open, suddenly throwing back her head and laughing harder. ''Oh my god, no! Your accent is adorable!'' she commented. ''Hey, at least I tried!'' grinned the other. ''And it is highly appreciated,'' added Vee, leaving a quick peck on Donnie's nose. *** She barely exited Donnie's room that she was greeted by large handfuls of confettis, the colorful paper pieces provoking a yelp from the woman. She was next playfully yanked by a strong hand, twirled around as a plastic crown was placed on top of her head, crazy-looking sunglasses over her glasses and a large hand-knitted purple scarf around her neck. When she was finally released, trying to stand still but her dizzyness making it hard, she heard a camera, its flash blinding her for some seconds. ''Like a real queen of the ball,'' chuckled Raph's voice. ''More like a freak!'' started Vee, lifting the sunglasses off her face. ''What the fuck just happened?'' she laughed next. ''Your birthday, that's what's happening, angelcakes!'' cheered Mikey. ''That was just the beginning.'' ''Oh no, no, no,'' scolded Vee in amusement. ''I must warn you all, karma's a bitch and whatever you do today to me will come back to you worse times ten!'' She next felt Leo's arm go around her shoulders, grinning as the group made their way towards the kitchen. ''Oh please, we would never do anything bad on such a special day,'' said the leader, sly. ''That sounds shady as fuck, you're not helping your case.'' ''Nonsense,'' added Mikey, catching her gaze. ''We just wanna make sure that you're not missing anything today.'' She knew he was trying to divert her eyes from something else... She was suddenly turned around, seeing Raphael holding a small cake. ''How 'bout something sweet?'' he asked with a grin, bringing the dessert to meet with Vee's face. All three turtles started to laugh as they saw Vee's surprised face, gasping, her features covered in icing and cake. She eyed the three brothers, trying to look mean, but smiling nonethless. ''It'd be too bad if I didn't share!'' she suddenly said, grasping some remains of the cake, throwing it first at Raph and then the others. Things changed for a friendly food fight, laughters never stopping. They didn't see Donnie coming in, intrigued by all the noise, until he received a projectile of icing right in his glasses. Everyone stopped, looking at him, until Vee laughed again, hilarity invading her regarding this whole scene. Donnie smiled in turn, removing his glasses, setting them aside on a nearby counter. He didn't know who threw that, but he prefered to put the blame on the woman, swiftly going to her and rubbing more of the dessert on her face. ''I hate you all!'' laughed Vee, her sides hurting from all the fun she was having. So far, this beat all her previous birthdays, that's for sure! *** After a quick clean-up, Vee and Donatello were back at the kitchen, the woman sitting at the table as the other insisted he'd cook breakfast. She knew the turtle was no culinary prodigy, but at least he knew how to cook eggs! Vee took that time to mindlessly look at things on her phone until a message popped up, this one being from her mother. At first she froze, frowning, until a long sigh escaped her, leaving the device to rest on the table in an ungraceful let down. That motion and sound grabbed Donnie's attention, curious as he saw Vee cross her arms before her, a slight displeased look on her face. ''What's wrong?'' he asked, adding the final touches to the plates. A new sigh came out, Vee taking off her glasses, rubbing her face, trying to change her mood perhaps. ''… It's my mom,'' she started. ''She's wishing me a happy birthday, okay, cool … but then she has to bring the same subject over and over again.'' ''Which is?'' Donnie added, sitting down and setting the food on the table. He didn't even ask for more as he grabbed her phone, opening it, only realizing at the last moment that this was probably a breach in privacy. But he only felt like he was staring into a void as the message was in French. ''She asked me if I want to go back home,'' answered Vee, her gaze looking down, somehow angry. ''She says I have no future here, that what I'm trying to do is useless and a waste of time, energy and money. … And everytime I tell her she's wrong, she gets mad and I don't know what to do.'' She tried to contain her tears, rubbing the corners of her eyes in order to prevent any leaks. ''… I'm so tired, Donnie. I'm tired that not even my family wants to give me a chance. I want to do so many things but I don't know where to look. I feel trapped and I want to scream, … but nothing gets out and it hurts inside.'' She didn't even need to look up to know that he was staring at her. A hiccup escaped her as she hid her eyes, ashamed. She felt like she was ruining everything, knowing the day had started on such a good note. She only heard the mutant's chair slide, then feeling his form walking to her, kneeling down so he could be at her level. He said nothing, gently bringing Vee into an embrace, the woman finally giving up as some soft cries escaped her. ''I-I don't want to leave,'' she sobbed. ''I want t-to be with you. My life is here.'' ''Shh, you're not leaving, you're not going anywhere,'' reassured Donnie. He let her pour her feelings for some moment, knowing this was the only good thing to do. … Vee rarely spoke about her family. He knew she didn't have a strong attachment, but to him the idea of fleeing your loved ones was kind of a foreign concept. Of course he and his brothers had arguments at times and he did wish he was left alone … but Donnie knew he'd never be able to go on his own way and leave them behind. For this reason he had respect for the woman. He thought she was strong, even if he didn't know the whole story. When he felt that she was starting to calm down, the turtle slightly tightened his embrace, sighing as he left some kisses on top of her head. ''Don't let this matter bring you down. Everything you do has its worth, believe me,'' he murmured, nuzzling her. She hated herself. She hated her mind, her creative strength. Oh how many times had she wished to be blessed with another life path. Vee tried to hush her thoughts, knowing voicing them would only create more tears or problems. Her tears had stopped, eyes closed to end the burning sensation. She calmed her breathing, burrowing her face in the other's neck. ''… I'm sorry. Y-you're right. I shouldn't break down because of that, I-'' ''It's not about me being right,'' cut Donnie. ''It's about acknowledging what's important for you!'' He backed her gently, cupping the bottom of her face and erasing the remaining wet trails. ''You want to be an artist? Go for it,'' he continued. ''I will support and root for you because I know that's what makes you happy. I love the way you look whenever you sing. I love how calm you are when drawing or practicing the piano. And I love how passionate you are about everything you do... We need artists in this world so they can remind us how beautiful and poetic life can be. I see billion of stars in your eyes … and oh how do I hate when I see their light flicker whenever you're upset.'' Vee was unable to answer, her breath choking, a smile appearing on her lips as some new tears came rolling down, touched by his words. She could feel his thumbs at work again, Donnie showing a faint smile. ''… There you are,'' he said calmly. ''You look wonderful, sublime, amazing, dare I say divine?'' ''You're going to make me cry again, you dorky poet,'' lightly laughed Vee. ''I can't help myself. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, you kept inspiring me...'' He left a soft kiss on her forehead, a low churr escaping him, his whole self trying to recomfort the woman. ''Today is going to be a wonderful day,'' added the turtle. ''I will treat you like royalty and make you forget about everything wrong in this world.'' ''You already treat me like royalty!'' giggled Vee. ''I won't forget how you call me 'princess' sometimes.'' Donnie showed a cocky grin, winking playfully. '''Cause I can't deny the truth when it's right in front of me!'' The woman's answer was a renewed hug, glad he could have shift the mood around. She couldn't help leaving some light kisses on his skin, whispering ''I love you''. How he could easily calm her anxiety was still a mystery to Vee, but it wasn't unwelcomed. For a long time she thought she could never find peace … yet here it was now in her arms. She glanced at the table after a while, smirking. ''I think we should get to breakfast before it gets cold,'' she murmured with a faint laugh. ''Wouldn't want to waste the rare opportunity of you cooking.'' *** As the evening settled in, Vee was surprised when Donnie told her they'd be taking the van to a certain destination. The woman couldn't contain her excitement, knowing it'd be the first time she'd be on the road with him She didn't even questionned how he learned to drive, she simply knew he'd be good at it. Vee did notice some stuff at the back of the van, but she gave it no real care, too eager for the adventure that was ready to unfold. Music playing, a hand holding the other's, the trip began, Donnie forever silent about their final destination, his smile never fading. Soon enough they were out of the city, lights fading, giving sight to a sea of trees and a black sky. The driving seemed endless, but Vee could care less, joy forever printed on her features, her eyes scanning the surroundings, an idea somehow growing in her mind. When they went off road, into a manmade path that led deep into the woods, Vee knew. She knew he remembered... Everything was dark, both of them finally alone in the world. The woman could easily see some stars glistening above, welcoming her into this new year of her life. When Donnie stopped the van, they were in the middle of a small clearing, the trees distanced enough to let them see the sky. The turtle left a kiss on top of Vee's hand, grabbing her attention right then. ''There's a meteor shower tonight,'' he started. ''I thought you'd like to see it.'' ''Like it? Donnie, I'd LOVE it!'' beamed Vee, her grin never faltering. Excitement pushed her to rush into his arms and lap, covering his features in kisses. Her joy was contagious as the mutant couldn't help showing the same smile. Soon they were both out, Donnie grabbing what he had brought in the van. He placed his telescope near the side of the vehicule, the side doors opened so he could place various blankets around the van's floor, creating makeshift seats. He also brought out a bottle of red wine, grinning in amusement, knowing this was a reminder of their date on the rooftop. The surroundings were plunged in darkness, except for the faint green fairy lights found in the van, which brought a sort of surreal air to the scene. As he turned around to offer a glass to Vee, he noticed how she was already occupied at the telescope, observing the night sky, a faint smile on her lips. He came next to her, a soft, happy sigh leaving him as he studied her form. Then he glanced up to the sky, appreciating how he could see much more stars compared to when in the city. ''Do you know why I love space?'' started Vee, still looking through the lense. The turtle looked down to her. ''Do tell,'' he answered. The woman stood back up, her eyes still fixed on the sky. She seemed serene and glad, finally at peace... ''It reminds me how problems can seem insignificant at times. We are nothing more but a tiny spec in a vast universe and what seems like mountains to us are just small bumps in the void... When things go bad in my life, when I feel like it's the end of the world, I try to remind myself that I'm just an ant on this ant mill we call Earth. There's so many things bigger than us, so many things undiscovered, so many wonders to find. … I can't stop myself when facing a petty problem. I need to go forward.'' She finally glanced at Donnie, her soft smile still present. ''Sometimes things are hard, life's a bitch, but what hurts me makes me feel alive. I see my anxiety as an overdose of that feeling; it's my body's way of telling me that I need to stop and think. Wonder where's my place in all of this, in this universe. … It may never be big nor important, but I may choose where it leads and how it can affect my life and the one of those around me.'' She moved towards him, next taking the glass out of his hands, the turtle's eyes forever fixed on her. ''When I see you,'' she added, calm. ''I see a future; something grand, something more. I can finally dream, I can believe! … You're the greatest gift I could ever have.'' The ghost of a smile went over Donnie's features, visibly touched by her words. For the rare occasion, he didn't know what to say. He often felt this way when around Vee, her whole self mesmerizing him. She had that wise aura he could never cease being in awe of... He had unconsciously closed the final thread of distance between them, cupping her face oh so gently and simply leaning down so he could leave a kiss on her lips. He loved her. So, so, much. He wanted to keep her close, protect her, tell her that his life seemed so much brighter ever since she appeared... She was his star, forever shining in the sky, forever warming him. ''My love...,'' he whispered, still close. Vee kissed him back again, tenderly, loving the feel of his lips against hers. As the feeling was growing, a beeping sound suddenly stopped them, Vee's eyes wide with surprise and confusion. Donnie straigthened up, looking at a device on his wrist, turning the alarm off. He grinned, pointing the sky. ''Good thing I thought about that alarm! It's about to start.'' Vee's smile was as big as his, both of them next getting to the van, sitting at the edge of the opened space. The woman was seated in-between the other's legs, Donnie next bringing a blanket around them and their shoulders, leaving enough space for Vee to be able to drink from times to times. Their eyes were glued to the sky, eagerly waiting for the celestial show to begin. … A bright line painted itself across the sky in a quick gesture, soon followed by two and three more, never stopping. Vee couldn't hide her amazement, sighing in delight. ''Best birthday ever...,'' she mused, leaning against her lover's torso, appreciating his heat. Donnie seemed to remember something, moving an arm out of the blanket, reaching for a bag. ''I still have something to give you!'' Vee faked being shocked: ''Stop spoiling me!'' ''Never!'' scolded the other in an amused tone. He got a small wooden box out, presenting it before the woman. The design wasn't too extravageant, some ornemental carvings found on the top lid. Vee set her glass down, intrigued. She gently took the box, looking around it until the other told her to open it. It was empty, but as soon as the lid was opened, a sweet melody started playing. It didn't take time for Vee to recognize the tune as Debussy's Clair de Lune, the woman staying still as she listened. She did observe that something was engraved on the interior of the top lid: ''D + V'', with some hearts surrounding the letters. It was cheesy, but she loved it. ''Did … did you make this?'' asked Vee, somehow choking up on her feelings. She felt Donnie's arms around her waist, the turtle nuzzling her hair, smiling. ''Indeed,'' he answered sweetly. ''… I had to ask Raph some pointers about carving, but I assembled pretty much everything. Getting the music was the hard part. … But for you, it was worth it.'' He left some kisses around before adding: ''… Put things that remind you of us in this box, so that whenever you feel sad and I can't be around, you'll have something to smile to. It's maybe not much, and I wish I could always be by your side, but I can assure I poured all my heart into this...'' Vee sighed, closing the box and leaning against the turtle once more, her smile glued to her features. ''Why are you perfect?'' she mused, keeping the wooden box in her arms, close to her torso. ''Nothing is perfect in this world,'' snickered Donnie, his gaze going for the sky, observing the on-going shower. ''Well, to me you are, especially compared to my exes...'' His attention snapped back to her, knowing she had never really mentionned her previous relationships. He knew she had some, but that's the only detail he ever had about them... ''… What were they like?'' he dared ask. Vee puffed a small laugh, grinning in amusement. ''Oh, you know, at first they seem like the perfect gentlemen, but then they tend to take you for granted and give you no attention whatsoever... The first one never really made any efforts for me, thinking he'd only need to show his face from times to times for me to stay by his side. And then my second, and previous one, fell into a routine. Our chemistry was already thin, but with time it hardly hanged by a fragile thread. I was left alone, only used for pleasure.... It was a nightmare and I knew I had to run from it.'' She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. ''I've never asked for much. I want to be valued for who I am, what I am. I don't want to be a trophy nor a tool. … I want to be a partner. Too many times people have misjudged me and on many occasions they have regretted it.'' She could feel Donnie's hold tighten around her a little, nuzzling her hair. ''People don't know what they're missing, that's all,'' he started. ''… Meeting you was probably one of the greatest thing in my life and, to be honest, I've never connected that much with someone before.'' He took a pause, somehow uneasy all of a sudden. ''But Vee … you do know that I can't always give you attention? I mean, with patrols and the stuff I have to work on, sometimes things get out of hands.'' Vee straightened up, looking up to the mutant. ''Oh gosh, Donnie, please don't think that I'm insinuating anything with what I said! I am perfectly aware of your lifestyle and your family's role in the city. I have such respect for you and your brothers. … The fact that you can find some moments to be with me, it's highly appreciated.'' She nuzzled his neck, sighing. ''You're so much different than these two others, believe me. … I too never connected that much with anyone and I can't believe I'm this lucky to have you by my side.'' Her eyes met his, the world suddenly silent. Her voice became a whisper, only for him to hear. ''I feel like I've been on a long journey and only now have I found its ending goal: you.'' They were now close, one of Donnie's hands in the woman's hair, forever gentle. They were studying eachother's features, always in awe of one another's beauty... ''I could travel amongst galaxies only to find you,'' continued Vee, her voice still soft. ''The love of my life, my everything... my soul.'' She could notice some traces of water in Donatello's eyes, touched by her words once more. He closed them though, smiling weakly as he left his forehead against the human's, the woman closing her eyes in turn. ''That's not fair,'' said the turtle with a faint chuckle. ''It's your birthday, I'm supposed to be the one to shower you with nice words!'' Vee's answer was to kiss him tenderly. They didn't know if time had stop or was simply lingering, but everything felt so slow and yet so perfect at this very moment. Their hands trailed around eachother's skin, translating their love, forever grateful to be together... They felt like their hearts were bursting with every ounce of love they ever had, feeling oh so complete with one another. As the kiss ended, they were back to observing the meteors, staying close. Donnie was slightly surprised though as he started to hear a melody being sung by Vee, the human looking calm and simply happy. ''Poets often use many words To say a simple thing It takes thought and time and rhyme To make a poem sing With music and words I've been playing For you I have written a song To be sure that you known what I'm saying I'll translate as I go along Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On jupiter and mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, darling kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you.'' Oh how he loved whenever she sang, her voice forever filled with a multitude of emotions. He could only keep her close, whispering sweet words in her ear, telling her how insanely in love he was with her. Forever his princess, his love, his muse. Nothing and no one could ever bring him this much bliss... *** Ever since that meteor shower, Vee had never felt that much more alive. Love was giving her a renewed energy she had long sought, her creativity going wild, often found drawing or practicing the piano whenever she'd be at the lair. She was inspired to create so many things, polishing her portfolio and putting more energy into searching new job opportunities. She was always smiling, that positivity not escaping Donatello's attention. He couldn't help his own smile as he was working on his computer, hearing Vee playing nearby, practicing some melody. His attention shifted though as he saw Leonardo come to his desk, the leader softly clearing his throat as if to chase away some uneasiness he had. ''Hey Donnie.'' Something somehow felt off... ''Hey!'' greeted back the purple clad turtle, swinging his chair to face his brother. Leo folded his arms before him, slightly biting his lip for some seconds, thoughtful. ''… I was wondering if you could help me?'' Donnie raised a brow, confused at his brother's behavior. ''Uhm, yeah sure, you want me to fix something?'' ''No, it's not about that... It's about someone.'' Both could hear Vee's playing suddenly stopping, the woman showing a smile as she was looking in their direction. ''Did I hear that well?'' she started, amused. She got off from her seat, going towards them. ''Did you meet someone?'' she asked Leo, grinning. ''Well, we meet lots of people, Vee,'' pointed Donnie. ''I don't see how that's out of the ordinary..'' He stopped, frowning, looking back at the leader. ''Unless.... How's that someone special now?'' Leo let out a faint chuckle, somehow timid. ''Her name's Mikasa,'' he started. ''I first met her back in november and we've been meeting ever since. … Now she wants to visit.'' Vee's grin had never been bigger, already eager to hear more about this Mikasa. Donnie on his part was pensive, a billion questions popping in his mind. ''Then why do you need my help?'' asked the tall turtle. ''Is there something special that needs to be done?'' ''I just want people to be around,'' said Leo. ''I- … I dont want this to be awkward. I feel so nervous when she's around.'' ''Oh my god, Leo, are you in love?'' dared ask Vee, still smiling. The blue clad turtle suddenly blushed, slightly grimacing. He let ouf a quick sigh, pinching the base of his nose, trying to calm his thoughts. ''No! I mean, maybe. I don't really know... It's a bit complicated right now.'' He glanced up to Vee. ''I was wondering if you and April could be here too? I guess I'd need some human input to know if she's alright or not...'' ''Goddamn, Leo, you're not bringing her to court and right before a jury!'' laughed Donnie. ''Why do you need her to be judged and all that stuff?'' ''Because I value my family's opinion! If they think something feels off about her, I'll simply stop everything.'' ''Don't you trust your own judgment?'' asked Vee, curious. ''… Yes and no. I've done things I'm not proud of and now I don't want to do that same mistake again.'' Vee and Donnie frowned, glancing at eachother. Both shrugging, they decided to drop that intriguing case, the purple clad mutant joining his hands, somehow trying to look professional. ''Want me to do a background check before she comes?'' ''If it's not much trouble, yes.'' Donnie chuckled, adjusting his glasses: ''Oh please, don't underestimate my skills.'' That brought up an amused smile on Leo's face. He knew he shouldn't feel this hesitant, but the very idea of bringing someone new here always played on his nerves... He wanted everything to be perfect.

[cow3survivor]

Ep. 4: “Trying To Cover Ur Murderous Tracks” - Jones

JENNET 

nash isnt on my tribe but i cant help but feel bad for them :((( the last two days that we were together as old calumma i actually started to connect with them. they will be missed 💔

(a little later)

why am i obsessed with ethan ? *insert meme of that tiktoker just standing there*

(after building a bamboo bed)

super nervous for immunity, if we end up losing i think i might try to push for pennino bc he pissed me off the other night saying he wouldnt be available for the comp and literally SITTING THERE watching us do the comp... i really like sam and ethan (tbh more than i like lindsay and jabari) but thats only bc of how much we communicate with each other idk i do know lindsay wants to push for pennino too bc she was annoyed it too so maybe let her do all the pushing and if it backfires, just push for her to go😳

JESSICA

No song 4 today Last round we voted out Nash. That was not my ideal choice (I wanted Nicole to go) but Pete was paranoid Nicole may have an idol, that Nicole/Mikey/Nash were secretly working together, or just that something might go down. He also trusts Nicole for reasons unknown. I didn't love leaving Mikey in the dark (I think that really only helped Pete, not me) but I was nervous that if I pushed Nicole too hard as the vote, Pete would vote Mikey and then that was really the worst case scenario. If we lose this round, I am voting Nicole no question. She asked me what happened after the vote + if we could talk which I thought was great! I sent her an explanation that basically said I didn't trust Nash because they did not talk to me, I was worried OG Calumma was still a thing, and I didn't trust Nicole because she didn't start talking to me until after we lost + she left me on read a lot. And what does she do right after I sent that? Leave me on read again! I was excited to work with her when we first swapped but I don't see that happening at all now. The nice thing is because Pete lied to her, Mikey and Nicole voted each other, AND Lovelis was already initially down to vote Nicole, I'm hoping if we lose the vote is really easy. I also don't think Nicole has the idol because.... ...I found it! Okay, no I didn't. I did find a ruby though. I think that in each quadrant of the adventure, there is a gem and the four gemstones combined will make an idol. I already have 1, I have a good idea of where it could be in the north, and most importantly I am pretty sure Nicole has no advantages. I think if she had an idol, she might have played it last round, but my guess is that there is only one idol in the game and no one has it yet. However right now I'm not sharing this information with anyone. I hope that if we lose, Pete votes for Mikey out of paranoia (and that Nicole does as well) which means moving forward, Mikey really only has me and that's an alliance I can keep long term. I do also think that we are potentially swapping after this OR we will do a double tribal after this and swap then. I do not want us to lose twice because that's when things get tricky but if we do, I think I will be set up well enough that no one is coming for me.

PETE 

so my og Brookesia alliance of jessica and lovelis (plus me) they want to vote out Nicole but i reeeeaaally don’t wanna do that. Nicole and I had this talk of moving on from our past so if I just vote her out first chance I get that’d just be a huge dick move. They for some reason believe Mikey which I honestly don’t, I think he may be a little weasel. Nash doesn’t talk to me at all, so i’m hoping maybe I can shift the vote onto Nash by scaring them with the thought of Nicole having and idol

(after dropping his rice into the sand)

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH IDIDIT I DID IT IDIDIT literally i have THE biggest fucking knot in my stomach i was SO fUcking NERVOUS this is so fuckignw crazy i cant skdjdbxsjkdb i’ve NEVER been in control of a vote before like everything i told someone to do they did like i’m not gonna get all like egotistical and all that but like sjkdsxkdbsjjdjxjdkdb ive never been in this position before it’s wild i’m usually like the mikey. like i’m just there, hoping people include me but kinda just scraping by until they decide it’s my turn to leave and NOW!!!! I JUST BLINDSIDED SOMEBODYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

JENNET

trying really hard to do this comp and my arthritis is making my hands spasm :(( powering thru and hopefully we dont go to tribal. if we do im afraid that im going to be voted out :((

JABARI

So i scored for the tribe which is great but then we tie and there is tower of hanoi. Lets just say ill never play that game again but I swear im not giving up no sir....they said they wouldnt boot me because of it but ima make sure of it.

JENNET 

in love with ethan hes the best person in the world

(after staring at Ethan)

really sucks going to tribal council and i know i let my team down so now im trying to find a way- SOME WAY to remind them that old calumma wanted to go after pennino next and to hopefully keep ethan out of the fire. sam approached me about an alliance with him and ethan and tbf idc what anybody calls me or what they think but im honestly closer to the too of them than to anybody on the tribe- closer to ethan than i was to jake even😳

LINDSAY

https://drive.google.com/file/d/12YzvXBooOu3lndrE99YopPOcO4VEAYYB/view?usp=drivesdk lmk if this works also fun fact i just tried to open the camera on the computer im borrowing and the computer bluescreened lol i hate it here

SAM

https://youtu.be/M4E00bmBj0A

PETE

The way this game is going Id say that I’m probably closest with Jessica just because we’ve been talking since the start, she’s really nice & enthusiastic, and we’ve agreed so far on the things that need to happen so we share a lot of information with each other. Lovelis is a little bit of a wild card because he never really talks that much so I’m going to try to bond with him more so that he doesn’t feel like just another number.

LOVELIS

Who knew we’d pull out a win with flash games! Maybe we need to stop shitting on then and start praying for more of them to pop up here LMAO. So glad I can just have this day to speak to people a bit more and just relax a little - I feel like me Jess and Pete are in a comfortable position within this tribe so I’m praying for no more funny business with another premerge swap but I’m tryna stay on my toes!

ETHAN

Ok so tribal time: I am in a minority position right now and it is looking sketchy. I feel like I am going because of how Jabari and Jennet have not talked to me at all today and instead have ghosted me. I have something, but not sure if I want to play it. Do I trust people, or do I just full send and blow it up? Time shall tell

JESSICA 

Yay we won immunity! I love getting my Dolphin Olympics redemption arc, it's been 6 years in the making.

PENNINO

Now, it's 4 hours before the first tribal as Furcifer, and I think that us from OG Calumma will go and do a Pagong to Ethan and Sam. Since Ethan was a beast in  the comps, and we want to keep tribal lines, that puts Sam up for the chopping block. As for Nash leaving, no surprise. Honestly, I feel pretty safe and now i'm just waiting for another swap.

MADISON

I don't know how I've survived four rounds but here we are. I think I've legit gotten the lowest score in the past 2 challenges but everyone else is a beast so I get to stay safe for another round. The downside to being safe so long is that there isn't really a lot of gameplay happening over on Planet Brookesia and some of us might be a little bit too comfy so that when swap time comes or we lose the next challenge, it'll be scramble city to figure something out.

JAKE

https://youtu.be/Hz-Ix0ZeQ7E y'all when I tell you i'm manic just thinking about crazy fringe theories related to this game lmaoooooo

JONES

ok bet lets get strategic:tm: i feel like a lot of my confessionals are rlly like ,, , , ,me just talking ab "wow i rlly like this person, not this person so and so and whatnot" and i haven't rlly gotten to bare bones like ,, what i'm thinking ab game wise ? for starters - i think i'm in a rlly good spot surprisingly? LIKE don't get me wrong its fking dangerous being in a 4-2 but i think i'm set up super super well? i'm officially working with all of Daisy, Sammy, Shane, and Jake, and am in an alliance w everyone of those people besides Sammy. but sammy has vouched saying that he does want to work w me and has my back and i don't have like,, any reason to doubt that rn ? unfortunately the only way to rlly like ,, ,, have everyone prove their trust to me is by going to tribal aldksfjasdlfj but i dont rlly see a reason for them to like ,, , lie to me ? esp when we haven't gone to tribal? i don't see the point in marinating someone this isn't among us and ur trying to cover ur murderous tracks,,, but ya ? i'm in a good spot. i think based on my alliances and allies and whatnot, and i've stated this already so this isn't rlly a surprise, but madison would probs be the target if we'd have to go to tribal. and Jake has stated to me too that he hasn't rlly talked to madison that much either so it doesn't seem like an uncommon thought process. after the challenge tiebreaker yesterday , the newly formed ALLEANCHE! kind of came together as the 4 most active people on the tribe so it SEEMS like it would be madison AND sammy getting targetted and , ,, , sammy going for me isn't rlly cash money bc if sammy DOES have my back then that's me losing one of MY allies,, but i don't think we're going to enough tribals before another swap for that to actually be a thing ? so hopefully if we do go to tribal it'd be madison and not sammy, but i think i, if not i then maybe jake LOL, can make a good case for madison to go over sammy. speaking of jake i have a rlly bad gut feeling that i'm gonna have to think ab cutting him soon - or at least before merge. i've kinda been letting him take the reigns since preswap to make him kind of look like a leader ish ? so i'm rlly hoping that like ,, , hypothetically speaking. lets say i'm AGAIN put on another tribe w jake (bc lbr we're swapping again),, and lets say hypothetically they wanna split up the supposed "duo" of myself and jake,,, whos the smarter person to take out - the leader whos kinda been calling the shots and making the alliances since round 1, or the person whos proven themself to be reliable and to keep their team safe and be able to go to bat for their team ? idk IDK that's just me but i definitely think like ,, in terms of a building threat level i think jake is definitely the easier target asldkfjasd which is UNFORTUNATE like i LOVE JAKE but i feel like if it comes to me and jake and jake is putting me in DANGER then , ,, well,, :( i gotta do what i gotta DO i'm pawned as old reliable for a reason :katenails: but ya uhm,,, shane/daisy/jake/i were talking on call after the tiebreaker ab what could happen and we all basically agreed theres no way in hell that there ISN'T another swap on the horizon or at least like,, a twist or something. u can't just swap at 18 on a 20 person cast and just expect us to sit like lil ducks on sunday brunch, if anything we're probs gonna swap at like ,, , , , 15? OR hosts are cracked and swap us NEXT ROUND bc they're sadistic. but ya there's def another swap it rlly just depends on when and whos there to experience it - i.e whether or not i'm gonna have security from my allies or not ya feel? i feel. also there's definitely probs like ,, , ,a double tribal. or smth. or like, smth crazy and dumb and stupid that i don't have the brain capacity to rlly comprehend. but ya hope i win this was a good strategy talk #fruciferandcallumathrowchallenge

NICOLE

Hello!!! Nash went home and I'm sad so I am PROTESTING confessionals! You won't know anything that is happening with me! Nothing! (Just kidding nothing happened this round, everyone ignored me and then we won immunity so they had no need to)

SHANE

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1TxoVh69i2GPA-agNAfyW0G-Bu07weXyZ?usp=sharing

SAMMY

so I had to write a paper and I'm rushing to get this in...blinks...whats new anyways I have been so off in like the idol hunting and I have felt so detached from this game since I have only been to tribal once? but I think the people in danger would be like Madison or Jake? they have both been brought up to me by daisy...and in all seriousness I would be fine with that? I honestly really am only prioritizing Jones and Daisy in this tribe. I feel fine with my position in this game and I even got a point from the flash games. Luckily Daisy won for us in the tiebreaker and we were able to barely escape tribal. I really do hope I can continue to avoid tribal so that I can get as far into this to make it to the more individual stage of this game.

DAISY

https://youtu.be/3kCYnxDIdQY

TRIBAL COUNCIL

[elasianstar]

The World on a Turtle’s Back Chapter 8

RAPHAEL’S POV

My brothers were setting up for a movie night when Elasia came into the living room. Instead of being in the pajamas we expected her to be wearing she was in her training leathers, she threw a shiny gold top over it and was wearing a studded leather jacket over that. Her hair was styled and she was wearing bold makeup.

“I'm going out with my brothers for the night on flock business, I want you guys to just stay put while I'm gone. I'll be back around 2AM, don't stay up for me.”

We waited until we heard the sounds of their motorcycles leave before stealing the keys to the van. In our defense they were right on a hook in the kitchen. Donnie had snuck a tracker on her bike the last time she had brought it to the lair and we followed at a safe distance into the depths of the city.

They were in what looked like an old warehouse district, ancient factories with busted windows and graffiti tags line either side of an abandoned railroad line. One of the buildings stood out from the rest, it was about 10 stories tall and painted with an alien landscape. It was just like one of the drawings in Elasia’s sketchbooks. In the foreground however was the beastly figure of a troll with clownish face paint, leaned over the form of a scantily clad woman with a knife held behind her back. The neon sign over the door called the place the dark carnival.

Donnie pulled the van into an alleyway nearby and we took to the rooftops sneaking into the building via the air conditioning vents. Club music echoed through the vents and as we followed the sound, lights and fog let us know we were on the right track.

“Aww no fair, Angelface went partying without us!”

“Like we could go with her blockhead, we'd be shot down as monsters before we got to the door.”

“I don't think so Raph, look through here.”

Donnie was peering through the vents with his goggles as he waved us down.

The whole place was one central room with walkways going around it all the way up. On every level mythicals and humans danced and drank and had a good time while on the stage below a man with hands that looked like bird feet and aviator shades scratched records with another man with the tail of a snake instead of legs. People with colored skin and bug wings danced and performed aerial acrobatics from long silks hanging from the ceiling while furred folk showed off on the lower dance floor. A large twisted tree grew in the center of the building and glowed strange colors in the blacklights.

“Sick, we should totally be down there!”

Leo stopped Mikey from opening the vents by pulling him back by the edge of his shell.

“Hold back, there's a reason Elasia wanted us to stay at the farmhouse. We scope that out first.”

“Well then let's at least find a vent with a dance floor view, I wanna watch Time Reaper and Union Jack drop fat beats!”

“Time Reaper and Union Jack?”

“You didn't see the big shiny sign on the DJ booth man? Crow dude and snake man, Leo!”

“Fine Raph you take him down while donnie and i stay up here.

but we stay put until I give the signal, got it?.”

We found a nice grate just to the left of the curtained stage so Mikey could watch the DJ’s work. On closer inspection the crow man also had a bird’s feet and tail, his body giving off the same smoke as the nightmare back at the farm. He had a broken sword hanging on his hip from a heavy gold chain and his band t-shirt had a hole in the center where red stained bandages wrapped around his scrawny chest. The snake man had bright green scales scattered over his shoulders like freckles and was wearing a tank top bearing a British flag. Around his throat he wore a spiked dog collar and sharp yellow claws tipped fingerless gloved hands that shot across the turntables. His wild blonde hair was streaked with the same acidic green as his scales and his slitted yellow eyes were ringed in thick black eyeliner.

There was a man with frosted hair and glowing blue eyes working the bar, when the hand that wasn't wearing a white silk glove touched the glasses they would become frosted over with ice. He wore a baby blue suit jacket over a slightly unbuttoned shirt, a black bow tie tied around his bare neck.

Two women with grey skin and orange horns worked the bar with him, each wearing different shades of blue. The smaller one in teal wore bright red shades and a bright red leather jacket that ended just above her midriff. Her hair was cut in a bob, the ends curling upwards and streaked with teal. Her “sister" had longer hair streaked with cobalt and she wore a heavy bikers jacket covered in studs over a dark blue tee. Her shades had been broken on one side leaving a sharply winged eye to gaze bitchily at her patrons while the other side glinted with 7 red gemstones pressed into the glass.

I couldn't see Elasia or her brothers anywhere.

After a while of watching the club patrons having fun the lights went out and the music stopped dead. Signaling for mikey to stay put I moved a little further down the vent shaft to try and regain a visual. The sound of the curtains on the stage rising was all I could hear until the crow DJ started speaking in low smooth tones.

“Ladies and Gentlemen and Beings of all configurations, the dark carnival is proud to present to you, Furie and the BFT!”

The scaled DJ was lit by blacklight on the left of the stage, a union jack guitar hung from his shoulders over a white button up shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down. As he started to play a familiar melody the lights faded in on the bass player, a tall young man with shoulder length blonde hair, a single curl hanging in front of swirling blue and violet eyes. He was meek but the notes from his sparkling white bass guitar were strong and deep. A pair of moose antlers stood proud over his skull as long bony fingers plucked the strings. The crow DJ came up behind him to compliment the bass with cool smooth piano notes, his shades were gone and his skin had turned to shadow behind bright red eyes. Finally the drummer came into the light, he looked a lot like the bassist but his skin was California tan, thick muscle peeking out from under a ripped Tee instead of his brother’s sinew and bone. his shorter hair was honey blonde instead of pale cornsilk, a single cowlic stuck up from the front over deep blue eyes the same shade as the blacklight. He had an American flag the shape of a star painted on his right cheek.

the guitarist slithered up to the mic.

--”On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night.”

The dark empty stage was lit by a single amber spotlight through the mist. Elasia stood there, wings slightly spread, her outfit had been replaced by a sheer dress that shimmered, metallic gold outlining every dip and curve. Underneath she wore a skintight black leotard.

--”There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

‘This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’”

Her bare arms moved like water, tangling themselves in her hair and winding around her body

with the flow of the music. Her wings shifting around her body to show a flash of skin here and there as she danced.

--”Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say…”

The other members of the band joined in the chorus as three dimmer lights revealed the trio, each one wearing dark tights, their colored shirts unbuttoned and their wings high and strong.

--”Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (Any time of year)

You can find it here”

They stood in pose as she wound her way through them, delicate hands touching skin as she practically used them as stationary objects to flip and twirl off of before spinning away. once again solo in her spotlight as they came to life in the background.

--”Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.”

She worked with each one of them in turn, first in waltz, blue light overtaking her form and hiding it under an elegant ball gown. Second in a bouncing fox trot, her dress turning the same rich plum as her lips under ruby light. Third she danced a scandalous tango sparked with twirling gold bathed in rich emerald. Each dance held a spark of intimacy, a strong hand holding the wide-set hipbones of a bird, the other cradling the lower back as if in an embrace. Slender fingers entwined in gold, white, and chocolate hair, she caressed their faces as if they were lovers before spinning away leaving them forgotten. i felt a knot tying itself in my stomach while something in my chest was practically trying to shove me through the vent toward her.

--”So I called up the Captain,

"Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis.”

Dropping to the floor she spread her body long against the smooth dark floor, obscured by the smoke. A flash of a limb or the shadow of an impossible pose being the only sign of her as the three males danced in an acrobatic tandem, wings spread like fallen angels if the faces of nearly every woman watching were any indicator.

--”Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’”

Rising up onto her toes like a long silk scarf lifted by a fan she pointed her leg straight up into the air, arms wrapped around it as if chained. Her wings were spread straight out behind her, sparkling with golden stars against a deep velvet night as she spun slowly around her makeshift post. Her skin was dyed gold in the light, only to be broken by her markings and scars, a silver spiders web tempting those watching to edge closer. I lent against the vent, the light squeak of protest causing me to hold back. I wanted to see more of her.

--”And in the master's chambers,

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can't kill the beast!”

The trio surrounded her as she faked struggling against her “restraints” each one drawing back as if raising a knife only to bring empty fists down harmlessly against her body. She arched her back in fake pain, eyes having been nearly closed the entire time flying open wide, mouth open in a silent scream before dropping once again to the floor.

--”Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

‘Relax,’ said the nightman,

‘We are programmed to receive.

You can check-out any time you like,

But you can never leave!’”

Her movements changed now, crouched low against the floor. her eyes glowed with hunger and her dance took on a predatory stance. moving sharply and pausing in positions mimicking a wildcat stalking it's prey from cover. The amber light turned blood red and her dress took on a similar appearance against her snow white skin. Emerging from the fog, her golden halo of a spotlight gone, she encountered each man again in turn. Instead of her varying dances of seduction from before she danced a sharp and violent pasodoble. claws raked skin harmlessly, carefully practiced to avoid hurting her partners. As she finished her mouth fell to each one's throat as they fell back into placid compliance.

The Snake man's hypnotic voice faded to the music as each of the men lifted her in tandem from behind, her arms and legs held back as her wings spread wide. She looked like a goddess ruling over her subjects as they twirled her gracefully through the air. Trading her off between them in spectacular acts of timing and skill. Finally she was passed to Francis as their wings mingled in perfect contrast, sunlit white to rich black, spinning together as all the lights faded out.

My hands balled into fists against the jealous fire in my belly.

…

When the lights came back on the dancefloor was empty, each of the dancers placed nonchalantly amongst the crowd and redressed in their clothes from earlier. The crow and snake were back behind the DJ table and the audience exploded back to life with the opening to The Monster by Eminem.

I heard the light crackle of my radio as my brothers chattered across the airwaves.

“Did you guys see that, talk about hot, i can feel my shell tightening!”

“ Mikey show a little decorum, those are her brothers and Elasia is our friend.”

“Those acrobatic maneuvers were impressive though, who knew her body could bend and twist like that. could prove to be a significant combat advantage in close quarters.”

“Now we know why she didn't invite us along.”

“Yeah yeah we get it, now is this little recon mission over? I'm heading back to the fuckin van”

“Somebody has a crush on Elasia!”

Mikey’s teasing tone had me gritting my teeth as i rounded the corner of the vent, when he saw my face his mouth snapped closed and he started crawling away through the vents as quickly as he could and remain silent. I chased him through the tunnels back toward Leo and Donnie’s scout point, making threatening lunges for him to get him to move a little faster, put a bit of fear back in him. When we got to the last corner of the vent though we heard the sound of rending steel before the floor of the vent fell out from under us.

The impact of my shell against the concrete floor knocked the wind out of me so hard that i almost didn't see the glowing tree twist around on itself to break Donnie’s fall, The entire room was silent as every eye was on us. When i got back on my feet and shook off the sheet rock and concrete dust i looked up to meet Elasia’s eyes. Her face was twisted in anger and in something i couldn't place. there was a smudge of something red on the corner of her mouth.

The crowd started to murmer, a single word forming, Golem.

I looked behind me to check on my brothers to stall. The glowing tree was bending down to the floor to gently set Donnie on the ground. leo was helping him out of the tree because his legs were shaking, his eyes were wide behind his glasses where they had been knocked askew on his face during the fall. The chant of the crowd was getting louder, the same word over and over.

“Golem.”

Elasia brushed past me, her wing grazing my arm as she went to Donnie. She grabbed his hand turning it over before wrapping him in a hug. She lifted his arm into the air like the victor of a boxing match for everyone to see. In dark black was a triangle tattoo similar to Leo’s except his was marked by another line that sliced the tip off of the triangle pointing down toward his elbow.

“The Golem has returned!”

Leo grabbed donnie’s other hand raising his arm to show his mark, the word Undine joining the murmurs of the collected creatures.

“The Undine! The spirits of the West and the North live amongst us once again!”

Her brothers and the band members surrounded us to hold off the swarming crowds as Elasia wrapped us in her wings, shoving us through a door behind the stage.

“You four are in so much fucking trouble when we get home, I TOLD YOU to stay at the house and now all of Elasia knows your faces! Splinter is going to kill me!”

“You are the one who just started announcing us to the crowd!”

“I had to, one of the guardians of myth just fell through the fucking ceiling and willed a diamondwood tree to bend! If i hadn't spoken there would have been pandemonium!”

“My scans should have caught the weakness in the vent shaft, this is my fault. I didn't intend for this to happen…”

Donnie’s anxiety was ramping up into high gear, as he rocked gently, running his fingers over his straps to try and calm himself. It hasn't been this bad since we were kids. Mikey got to him first, putting one hand over his chest and one on his shell.

“Its ok Donnie, bro, just breath. That's right in and out, what's the 28th digit of pie... 34th.... 14th.... 65th? Just keep breathing.... steady.... You good Don?”

Donnie nodded, pulling on his mask tails to ground himself. Elasia knelt in front of him careful not to do anything that might trigger an aftershock.

“Donnie, Donatello look at me hun. It wasn't your fault, your soul was merely responding to the danger, just like how Leo shoved us out of the lake. Do you understand?”

Donnie nodded, pushing his glasses back up on his beak.

“You were born with a gift, it would have manifested itself sooner or later. This wasn't your fault, don't ever be ashamed of being who you are.”

She turned his hand over and traced the mark on his wrist, it glowed bright green.

“Donatello Hamato, You’ve been chosen as the Golem. Your soul will survive the test of eternity, your body and mind will be as steady as the ground, your soul one with the plants and the stone of the earth. Be proud of who you are as the mountain never bows to the pressures of the sky.”

Elasia’s pov

I followed the van home on my bike, inside i could see three of the brothers souls huddled together while Leonardo drove. Donnie took a little to pull out of his panic but his brothers were quick to act, even Raphael stopping his brotherly bullying to comfort his hatchmate. I had hoped that the brothers would take their awakenings with more and more ease as each took on their new abilities but it seemed that the mixture of the unexpected fall, the overwhelming attention, and my own outburst had triggered Donnie’s anxiety. I had suspected he had some minor anxiety issues stemming from being the quiet and often overlooked brother but he had gone into a full panic attack. I would have to apologise when things leveled back out with the brothers.

When we got back they all headed to their rooms without a word but a few minutes later I heard all four voices coming from the morning suite. They would probably end up sleeping in a pile, they usually ended up doing that when one of them was overly stressed or injured.

I was dressing down for the night when I heard a light knock on my door.

“Come in Leo, it's unlocked.”

When he entered his eyes immediately scanned the space for potential escape points before landing on me with an ice cold resolve. I gestured for him to sit on one of the four plush cushions on the floor around a short card table.

“Tea?”

I gestured to the black teaset in the center of the table, it was painted with the ethereal forms of running animals in bright silver. After regarding the set he nodded, watching as i poured two cups before taking a seat on the cushion opposite from him at the table.

“You wanted to talk with me?”

“What are you doing Elasia?”

I set my cup down with a sigh.

“Honestly i'm not doing anything, i simply wanted to give you four a week out of the city, a chance to see that you don't need to keep yourselves hidden in the shadows of those sewer tunnels all your lives. I mean i had my suspicions about your latent abilities after handling your souls, but if my radiant magic energies didn't trigger your awakening in the month i've spent with you guys i was convinced that my suspicions were false. The events of today were not a part of my plan in the least.”

He sipped his tea slowly before speaking, his voice taking on his “leader tone”

“So you did have a plan, i suspected as much, watching you train, you never fail to have some hidden trick in place when you would get into a tight corner.”

“Yes, though the main plan was to simply get you four some much needed down time, i was also hoping that through the course of the week i would become closer with one of your younger brothers.”

he sipped his tea, contemplating the swirling tea leaves in the cup as his face subtly twitched through his thoughts..

“You're good for him, since you started your secret training every week, he hasn't been as prone to his usual outbursts. Something about you is almost taming him.”

“So you noticed… i haven't been doing anything to change Raphael, i've only been showing him how to deal with his own abilities. I showed him how to deal with the overwhelming influx of emotion he felt on a daily basis and over time what started as simple acts of compassion, turned into more.”

“I don't understand, you say that Raph possess some sort of supernatural sensitivity to emotion?”

the cup was on the table now, half finished.

“It's called Empathy, it's typically a rather common skill, even humans can become skilled empaths with the correct training. What you interpreted as an extremely brash and aggressive nature in Raph was simply him becoming overwhelmed by the influx of emotions he was naturally feeling from the people around him. Once i taught him to block out and deal with those ambient emotions his true self started to shine through, he really is quite a kind and caring person, he just has a skewed way of expressing that.”

“Yes, chasing mikey through the vents with threats to rip his shell off is definitely affectionate.”

“Well that explains why you fell through the ceiling, but think for a moment, has Raph ever seriously hurt any of you?”

He thought for a moment.

“Not Donnie or Mikey but he has left me with a few good cuts and bruises over the years.”

“That is mostly because you fed most of his intrusionary emotions, he was compounding your anger on top of his own. But truly think, Raphael bench presses 1000 pounds as a basic workout. If he really wanted to hurt you, don't you think he could?’

The look on leo’s face told me everything i needed to know, the young man literally wears his emotions on his face. He had never thought about Raph pulling his punches, he was only thinking of the surface emotion of his interaction with his next eldest sibling. Interpreting the words coming out of his mouth as his intention instead of looking any deeper.

“A good leader understands how his charges think.”

He nodded, eyes returning to the cup, his face so muddled with emotion that i had trouble reading him.

“I think i understand what you had meant now.”

“I didn't tell you any of this, i promised Raph that this information wouldn't get out. But i don't lie to my coven. You four are as close to me as my own brothers.”

“They aren't even your real family.”

“The blood of covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. When you've lived as many times as i have you come to realize the truth of that statement, you will as well someday.”

He stood to leave, bowing slightly in thanks before turning to go,  stopping in the door though he turned to me.

“You said you had suspicions, did that include all of us?”

“The Sylph and Salamander will wake in their own time. For now i believe your brothers may need your presence, there is a storm on the horizon.”

[mikeyfms]

hello i’m supposed to be asleep but i wanted to get this up quick  !!  i’m cosmo and this is mikey  !  he’s a himbo  ,  but we love  !  like this to plot  :~)

* ･ﾟ ❀ { male . he/him } wait ! is that JEONG JAEHYUN we see moving into bloom 42 ? oh no , its just MICHAEL “MIKEY” KANG ! bloom’s newest tenant is a TWENTY THREE year old NURSING STUDENT from BRONX, NY — yellow spring’s just got a whole lot brighter . if the ALEXITHYMIC isn’t stowed away in their loft , you can almost always find them HAVING PHILOSOPHICAL TALKS AT 2AM .

INSPIRATION.

sander  driesen .  wtFOCK .

kyle  scheible  .  lady  bird  .

carl gallagher .  shameless .

eric  forman .  that  70′s  show .

STATS.

full  name .  michael  “mikey”  kang .

birth  -  place .  bronx ,  new  york .

age  .  twenty - three .

dob  . 5  /  29  /  1996 .

zodiac  .   gemini  .

ABOUT.

michael  was  born  michael  kang  the  third  .  he  was  born  to  a  decently  wealthy  family  in  new  york  .  his  mom  was  a  stay  at  home  mom  while  his  dad  worked  on  wall  street  .  during  michael’s  childhood  ,  he  was  homeschooled  by  his  mom  so  they  were  extremely  close  .  his  dad  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  was  hardly  around  .

getting  into  art  at  a  young  age  ,  michael  loved  painting  on  the  walls  and  other  surfaces  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  ,  so  he  was  often  in  trouble  for  that  .  he  had  a  very  animated  personality  and  started  experimenting  with  other  forms  of  art  soon  after  .

 his  parents  separated  and  michael  was  then  raised  by  a  single  mom  , struggling  to  make  ends  meat  .  his  mother  went  wild  after  that  and  eventually  left  the  boy  on  his  own  in  the  middle  of  new  york  .  

michael  was  adopted  at  13  after  being  found  on  his  own  living  in  the  streets  and  committing  petty  crimes  to  get  by  .  moving  in  with  his  new  family  ,    the  sweet  old  couple  raised  him  as  their  own  .  he  wasn’t  always  easy  on  them  ,  acted  out  ,  got  in  trouble  at  school  and  the  police  ,  but  he grew  to  love  them  and  is  now  pursuing  a  career  in  nursing  while  working  construction  part  time  .

HEAD CANONS.

is a modern day fuck boy for sure

wears turtle necks and sweatshirts A LOT

if not in turtle necks or hoodies  ,  he’s in scrubs

loves WHITE WINE

sells nudes on snapchat ?? sometimes

GRAFFITI IS LIFE

he is well known for his street art

VERY TOUCHY and affectionate to those he loves

LOVES GEMSTONES

would definitely storm area 51.

isn’t exactly mean, but he’s not rly the nicest person in the world and he prob wouldn’t go out of his way to do anything decent for someone he didn’t know.

definitely has hooked u p a lot ( i mean look at him ??? ) now he just wants to be loved tbh.

probably falls in love 3 times a day 

he LOVES love. he believes being in love is the meaning of life and is getting depressed about never having been loved back.

he’s a video gamer, a basketball lover.

could be a lovable dumbass once he’s comfortable around someone.

does lack common sense at times.

leaves clean laundry on his bedroom floor for a week

prob doesn’t drink enough water

constantly wears dr. martens

will always be found with taco bell bags in his car.