#the-commissions-deadliest

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@the-commissions-deadliest + ask

why out of every agent that worked at the commission did she have to keep on living? did they bond her dna with a cockroach? there has to be a reason he once again has to exist in the same timeline as the woman who has little care for the timeline.

" we are not friends. we're barely even colleagues. "

five would try and kill her if he thought he could achieve it. but he didn't know if she'd have some back up waiting or some threat already at the throat of his family. at least the dance is the same. five can handle the chess match that is interacting with her. he just had to keep his head.

she touches him and he can feel the ice spread through him. the feeling of too much that came often with physical contact post apocalypse. something they could not train out of him but had at least made it so he could weather through it. she had always enjoyed touching him. pushing his boundaries. as if he was a pet to her and nothing more.

god he hates her.

" why did you save me? surely after i defected you'd want to be as far away from your pet project as possible. we stopped the apocalypse. so what's your angle? "

[cardsknight]

@the-commissions-deadliest (The Handler) said "... the loveliest lies of all ..." // Over the Garden Wall Starters // Accepting

The rest of the Anatomy class had finished their labs and Cards had stuck around to clean up, still in the process of sterilizing instruments as he sung quietly to himself (not that he would EVER sing around his classmates, too much stage fright for that despite having a decent voice).

"But where have we come … and where shall we end? If dreams can't come true … then why not … pretend? How the gentle wind … beckons through the leaves … as autumn … colors … fall … dancing in a swirl … of golden memories … the loveli--"

Not only did he stop singing abruptly when another voice joined in, but it had startled him to the point of nearly dropping the retractor in his gloved hands, causing him to fumble a bit to catch it as he snapped his head toward the stranger ... who looked eerily familiar. He was accustomed to that feeling of 'familiarity' -- that was the 'I remember you from a dream' level familiarity, even if he couldn't quite remember how.

Ever awkward, he spoke. "Sorry ... are you ... uhm, are you needing the lab?" Completely avoiding the whole ... singing ... thing. "I'm just -- I'm just finishing up. Don't mind me."

[commissioncd]

❛ did you follow me here? ❜ (From Cha-Cha)

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: ＰＲＯＭＰＴＳ.

❝ You've gotta be FUCKING JOKING. ❞

Cha-Cha, here, in front of him. He'd missed something in his previous equations and he blames the mundanity of his current life for his now-rusted mind as he'd jogged to catch up to the would-be time agent. He'd sharpen back up just fine if he could make sense of whatever was going on. 

@the-commissions-deadliest

[musingmemories]

@the-commissions-deadliest sent: ❝ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢. ❞ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐚.

‘I never thought it’d be you standing in my way.’ Hummed honey sweet, dulcet tones rang out with the steady clicks of towering stilettos, noise ringing down the rabbit hole of Lila’s memories. An involuntary shudder ran through her slender frame, threatening to rattle Lila’s bones from the shift in temperature. For as long as she could remember that sound signified her beginning, on a day her brain would only pinpoint as the start of her life due to trauma blockages protecting her heart and mind. When she became cognitively aware of the world. It was the announcement of arrival, breath held in anticipation, fear making Lila forget how to move— even so much as blink. Dissolved the second onyx met cerulean: the moment Lila met the most beautiful, and kind woman she’d ever laid eyes on.

How wrong she’d been.

Blind.

Naive.

Knowing the truth now Lila wanted to destroy those rare, happy memories of her childhood with her bare hands. Throw them to the ground and watch them shatter like glass. Destroy all the mirrors reflective of moments she’d once looked back on fondly. Root of them all featuring The Handler standing before her.

At least she hadn’t been called Little One, or Lila might’ve gone for the jugular. “What, disappointed~? Wouldn’t be the first time now would it… Mum?” Venom laced the once favorable word, practically choking on it and Lila forced herself to swallow thickly to continue. “Never thought I’d be here either. Always thought it’d be you and me against the world but ironically… I don’t want you to exist in it anymore. Considering this is the first time I’m sick to my stomach looking at you.”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@the-commissions-deadliest sent: people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets.

                   ˜”*°•.       Unnecessary .  Unnecessary  was  such  a  small   word  to  describe  the  current  ordeal .  It’d  been  his  fault. It’d  been  his  carelessness  leading  him  to  NOT  hear  the  steps  on  time.  And   it’d  been  HIS  foolishness  to  space-jump  in  the  direction,  where  the  other  had  begun  to  shoot .  Either  way,  he  was  left  with  a  horrible  pain  in  his  shoulder ;  the  bullet  distracting  him  enough  to  miss  the   opportunity  to  blink away on  time .  ❝ I  will  keep  it  in  mind  for  next  time . ❞  He  said  offering  a  disdainful  smirk .   ❝ Did  she  send  you ? ❞  

[thechaosjunkie]

time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now. (From Hazel!)

@the-commissions-deadliest (Hazel) // Random Sentence Prompts: Accepting

"Yeah, actually...yeah, I get it," Five replied, concealing his surprise at seeing Hazel alive, the image of the rogue agent being shot up by the Swedes still burned into his mind. "But you know," he continued, coffee in hand as he leaned against the bar, "in my case, I'm suddenly a kid again. Doesn't quite seem fair, you know? I've practically been handed another 50 years to live. What do you do with that? What would YOU do with that? You've already had a lifetime--and you've had Agnes. Pretty fulfilling, wasn't it? I mean, what would you do if your body was suddenly young again? What's immortality look like to you?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.       He  hates  it.  Every  second  of  this  encounter  feels   like  an  everlasting  nightmare .  He  can  see  the  contentment  in  her  face  -  this  satisfaction  of  having  won .  However,  it  shouldn’t  matter.  If  he  could  ensure  his  family’s  safety,  he  would  tolerate  a  bit  of  hurt  pride.    

❝ If  I  didn’t  want  to  hear,  though,  I  wouldn’t  be  asking . ❞  He pointed  out  a  bit  too  abruptly.  It  was  bad  enough  that  he  had  returned  as  her  employee  again  -  having  to  deal  with  her  desire  of  power  display  was a long way  from the   top  of  his  wish-list.

❝ You  said  they  are  going  to  be  safe.  If  the  Apocalypse  is  not  stopped,  HOW  are  they  going  to  be  safe ? ❞ 

She shakes his hand with satisfaction; another win for her in this twisted game they so often played.

Once again she had been able to weaponize his own desperation against him, using it to draw him back to her. Just as she’d done their first meeting in the apocalypse, biding her time until he was lonely and desperate enough to be enticed by her offer.

She keeps a tight grip on his hand for just a moment longer than necessary; a subtle display of power, a reminder of who exactly was in control here.

“Good choice.”

She withdrew her hand before clasping both hands together in front of her. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she gazes down at him.

“I can assure you the answer to that question isn’t one you’ll be pleased to hear.”

And not a piece of information she’d be willing to give up so easily.

“You truly believe you’re able to stop what’s to come?”

[storyofmychoices]

A Promise for Tomorrow

Pairing: Nick Gallant x Emilia Charles (F!MC) Book: The Deadliest Game Word Count: ~650 Rating/Warnings: General, no warnings A/N: This is part of my "a kiss" series of writing requests. This one is for the prompt "a kiss as a promise"

Synopsis: Nick and Emilia share a moment at the beach, two years before the events of the Deadliest Game.

Art by the always incredible and amazingly talented ArtbyAinna (Insta). Like how gorgeous is this?!?!

Her laughter joined the symphony of crashing waves along the shore and seagulls overhead, singing as they searched for their evening meal. Her arms tightened around his neck as he carried her on his back, jogging down the shore.

"Getting tired already, old man?" she teased as his pace began to slow.

"Old man?" He stopped in his tracks, craning his head to meet her gaze.

"You're 30 now! That makes you old. Some of us are still in our youthful twenties." With a flick of her head to the side, she tossed her hair from her face. 

"I'm 5 months older than you," he protested, shaking his head in mock protest.

"5 months, 3 days!" She countered, sticking her tongue out. "It's those 3 days that really make all the difference."

"You're impossible." He carefully set her down on the sandy shore, spinning her until she faced him. "You do know your birthday is in 25 days.  So, in just over 3 weeks, you're going to be "old" too." He made a face in mock horror, causing the pair to fall into each other's arms laughing. 

This. Them. That was easy. 

It had been like this since the moment they met all those years ago. 

Nick Gallant was her brilliant best friend. Now, tech genius and inventor. When they were little, she was the thinker. She would dream it and he would build it. The perfect pair. 

Things had changed of course. 

Different colleges.

Different career paths.

Life.

But this. Them. That had never changed. 

"Bet you can't catch me... old man," Emilia challenged as she jogged off. She wasn't particularly athletic but she was known to hit the treadmill every now and then. And besides, Nick was a computer nerd. She felt pretty confident as she charged down the shore, her bare feet padding through the cool, dry sand, kicking it up in her wake. She didn't, however, account for Nick taking the path closer to the water, taking advantage of the firmer base of the wet sand.

"Gotcha!" Nick lunged, pulling her into his arms. But the force knocked them both to the ground laughing freely. Their lives came with pressures and expectations. 

But, this. Them. That brought a freedom from it all. 

Their laughter faded into breathless silence, both a little more tired from their sprint than they'd like to admit. The quiet between them drew them closer. 

Nick's careful fingers brushed across her cheek, gathering the strands of hair dancing in her face courtesy of the ocean's breeze. He tucked them behind her ear and over her shoulder. In the dimming light of day, he couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face at the way the last rays of the sun reflected in her blue-green eyes. "Promise me something?"

"Always," her words were light as she placed a comforting hand over his. 

"Life has a way of shifting priorities. I know you've seen it too. But, no matter what the future holds or where it takes us—this....Us.....Promise it won't change?"

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

"I mean it, Em," his voice was tender as he cradled her face in his hand. "I don't want to lose you in the busyness of life."

She leaned into the warmth of his touch. "I don't want to lose you either. I promise that no matter what, Nick Gallant, you will always be my best friend."

Nick nodded, his face drifting closer to hers, their breath tangling in the cool air. Turning his face to the side, he brushed a tender kiss on her cheek, lingering a moment longer than he knew he should. 

A quiet fell between them, one of understanding and trust. Nick held out his arm, letting her rest against him as the pair watched as the last reflections of light faded from the horizon. 

No matter what the dawn would bring. 

This. 

Them.

It was all just the beginning.

A/N2: In canon, Emilia romances Jun and I LOVE them together, but I do love Nick so much so I'm working on an AU where Nick doesn't die. I'm still working on my HC for exactly how he survives. [Although, I think this happens in both the canon timeline where Nick unfortunately dies, and in the new AU]

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this. The art alone is so freaking gorgeous. I can't stop staring at it. I hope my quick writing for it helps bring these two to life a little more. This is my first time writing them.

A/N3: It should be noted that I commissioned art of Emilia and Jun ages ago and still haven't posted it. I just got this art like yesterday and here it is being posted. Whoops. Sorry Jun!

[mxmasked-alien]

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[river-o-lethe]

"It's always better to burn the evidence." (From The Handler to any Tua muse of your choosing !)

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖆 let out a small irritated huff, just managing to stop herself from going through with the familiar motion of rolling her eyes. Honestly, it took a bloody will of iron to deal with her mum these days - especially when her advice was laced with that unbearably condescending and chiding tone of hers.

❝I know, Mum, I was just about to do that - you know, before you showed up. Seeing you made me lose my train of thought, that's all.❞

Of course, that wasn’t even close to true. Lila had already decided - specifically about midway through killing the bastard - to skip out on the cleanup and leave the insufferably boring (and honestly horrifically bloody - she’ll admit it wasn’t her best work) mess for some other poor sod to deal with. The Commission had an entire department for that! She was basically doing them a favor - giving them a chance to stretch their legs and do something that wasn't paperwork or coffee runs. Honestly, they'd probably be grateful.

Glancing down, Lila's brown eyes flicked to the stained carpet where the body still lay sprawled across the floor — honestly, she couldn’t be bothered to remember the bloke's name at this point, it wasn't like he'd be using it anymore —and she casually leaned against the doorway, doing her best to avoid her mother’s gaze.

❝Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you have absolutely zero faith in me. You don't do this to the other agents!❞

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the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he turns to meet the threat head-on. it seems with the return of the commission came those who tried to murder him. the handler must have chosen this. her cute little revenge plans to make sure he remembered exactly who is in charge. which knife rests against his throat.

but she doesn't seem here to kill him. maybe they're going to the same location. or she's become some part of the onboarding process. or if she wants to see what he'd do. if he'd defect again or take up the bloody mantle.

" and whose kill record is higher? i'm surprised they let you back in this timeline after how badly you fucked up trying to kill me. " five sticks his hands in his pockets. revealing nothing. " are you here to try and kill me or see me off? "

A step into the light to reveal herself, fingers tightly curled around the handle of another familiar leather briefcase. She’s armed, ready to head out on an assignment herself with a date already entered into the lock.

Assignment after assignment, like a cog in a machine she does her part for The Commission with little hesitation. It’s easy for her, to find a disconnect between herself and the feeling of humanity. The average person would consider this unsettling, cruel even yet Cha-Cha herself isn’t bothered by it; in fact she hasn’t been bothered by it for a long, long time now. She’s got a job to do and she’s great at what she does. And it’s better than being stuck in a cubicle.

She continues to walk forward, her cold-eyed gaze fixed on Five as she does so.

“I’ve got nothing to ask you.” There’s a beat of silence as she comes to a stop in front of him; for a moment her eyebrows are raised and lips pursed as she looks him up and down, “Moping won’t get the job done. None of that kind of crap will.”

[theseance444]

001, a convenience store past midnight or 026, a bar just after closing, from the setting prompts (dealer's choice because I can't decide haha)

"Last call was twenty minutes ago, Klaus. Go on and get outta here."

In the dark hours of morning, Klaus found himself stumbling out of his favorite dive bar, off his face and jonesing for a cigarette. Unfortunately, he'd just smoked his last one in the bathroom stall, so he supposed a trip to the corner store was in order. It was on the way, why not.

It took him three blocks to realize he was being followed. A woman, across the street, keeping pace with him. Maybe he was being paranoid, but she looked far too familiar. With a shudder, he ducked into the convenience store. Thirty seconds into browsing the snack isle, and the door chimed again. This time, he knew for sure that it was her.

Cha-Cha.

Instantly going pale, Klaus tried to duck behind the shelf, but it was too late. She'd seen him. Like a tigress hunting her pray, the woman had him cornered him in the back of the store.

"You know, I'm really not up for a round two," Klaus said finally, his words slurred but loud enough for her to hear. "My uh, my siblings might actually come kick your asses this time...!"

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: this is quite angsty...no actual smut happens just a tiny scene. Also I messes around with some scenes so I feel like it doesn't follow the storyline in the series... that's about it... (should a do a part 2?) part 2 here, part 3

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He was nursing a long drink of whiskey on ice as he stared at the blank wall. The year was 1963, and he was currently sitting on a lousy couch in Dallas. The apocalypse was going to take place once again mere days away. He felt bone tired, no one around him understood the stakes and the pressure he was under. He got out of his jacket a black and white photo. A young woman in her early twenties had a huge smile plastered on her face, her head was slightly cocked to the side and loose hair from the messy bun that rested at the top of her head framed her beautiful face. She seemed radiant, her eyes were crinkled from her smile and she seemed like a goddess to him. A piece of heaven that he left behind.

“Who's that?” Klaus whispered in his ear and Five jumped from the sudden sound and he glared at his brother. Out of all his siblings, Klaus was the only one who would understand him. “She is beautiful.”

“She is my wife.” Five said quietly. His voice was soft and colored in an emotion that Klaus couldn't recognize.

“Your what?”

“Are you deaf? I said she is my wife, or at least she was.”

“What happened?”

Five had been at the Commission for several years. After a failed experiment he had turned back to his twenty-year-old self. He had heard whispers of the Scarlet Angel all around him, everyone seemed to talk about his rival, especially in his presence. It was supposed to be the deadliest assassin of the Institution besides him. One gray day he was called into the Handlers office. That was when he saw her for the first time. A tall woman was seated on a chair, her beautiful face turned towards him as he entered the room. Five had never been one to find in someone's physical beauty but at the moment their eyes met he could swear that his heart skipped a beat.

Their first assignment together had been such a success, that they were stuck together permanently. Throughout the following years, Five found himself falling for her harder every day, with every word she said, with every laugh she caused from him, the way she always had his back and defended him whether she agreed with his actions or not. Their fights were the best thing that ever happened to him, she always found ways to leave him speechless, with her smart comebacks, the way she was animated when she got angry, her hands flew around her, her face got angry red and her hair bounced with her movements. He had never seen someone look so exquisite when they were yelling at him. She made him feel alive, adrenaline coursed in his veins. She always got the better of him. She was so… infuriating. On one of those occasions he finally had enough.

He grabbed her face and smashed their lips together to silence her. She was breathless when he distanced himself from her. Her eyes were wild and her hand flew to his cheeks, slapping him. Before leaving him frozen on his spot. They were supposed to be undercover as a married couple at the gala of their target. They had been discussing tactics and strategies when things escalated.

With a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down and headed back towards the ballroom, searching for his supposed wife. They stayed together all night, dancing and acting like a couple. It seemed natural to him to be this way with her. Having her in his arms, and showing her off. Finally a few minutes shy of dawn, they tiptoed towards a huge room where their target hid diamonds. Diamonds they were going to steal after killing him, so the crime would seem like a robbery gone wrong. Just at the last corner, they were almost caught. Five quickly hoisted her up before he pinned her to a wall and he placed his face on her neck. Her skin flashed and her heartbeat was rapid beneath his mouth.

“Play along.” He whispered sweetly to her skin but she was shocked by his actions. So he had no choice. He sucked at her pulse point receiving an immediate reaction. Her legs drew back on his hold, her back arched, her eyes closed and her lips released a quiet breathy moan. At that moment he knew he was already addicted to her. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He bit and sucked on her neck and her hands tangled into his hair as she tugged at the short strands on the back of his head. She was moaning in his arms and her hips rolled against his. He raised his knee and she started riding his leg shamelessly. He wanted to be inside of her or he was going to burst. He wanted to shut her smart mouth so it would no longer fire comebacks at him. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants before pushing her underwear to the side and he waited for a confirmation to continue. She could ask him to kneel, to beg and he would gladly do so. Just to steal one moment with her.

A loud bang echoed through the walls and they snapped out of their daze. But the damage had already been done. Their partnership had been blown to proposition forever. And the rest was history.

Several years later, and many happy years together after being married in secret. It happened, their big bang, the thing that embodied the doom of their relationship. Five had always been a pessimist, even in his early childhood. He was a firm believer in Murphy's law, which stated that when something could go wrong in a situation, always expect it to go wrong. They had traveled in Germany during the Second World War. Five posed as one of the ranking officers in Auschwitz as his wife was expected to do the same. Only, she had been compromised and now she was one of the prisoners. The terrible labor that she endured every day was the thing that would plague him for years to come. After completing their mission and several wounds later they managed to get back to the safety of their home.

“Why didn't you listen to me?” Five snap in frustration and terror. His hands shook as he tried to stitch a big guss on her stomach. She looked paper thin, her bones were visible and her veins along with her arteries stood prominent against her pale skin that lost its color.

“I did. I disagreed with your plan either way. And we had to do something drastic. I took a risk and I lost. It happens.”

“And did it have to happen in one of the most terrifying places that ever existed on this Earth?”

“Snap out of it. You would have done the same. And always where we are atrocious things have happened. So you don't get to lecture me. I am my own person. I made a call and it happened to be wrong. But if I hadn't done that we would have eventually failed this mission. And you don't get to lecture me when you have done nothing but be untruthful to me since the moment this started.”

“Wh- what are you talking about?” Five whispered, his voice quivered with unshown emotions. He could see the inevitable impact between them before his eyes, he had just hoped he could have a few more moments with her. A few more minutes, a few more hours, days, or years. Anything really.

Her eyes were hard and full of hatred. She pulled herself to her feet. The pain that consumed her must have been blinding. The open wounds leaked with blood that stained her skin. She moved towards her coat where she retrieved a dark green notebook and she slammed it against their kitchen table, before placing her hands on her hips and firing a challenging look towards him.

“You know I want to get back to my family, sweetheart.”

“Don't sweetheart me. These equations are only for one person. So is there something you want to tell me, dear husband of mine?”

“Please let me explain…”

“Explain what? That this meant nothing to you? You are an egoistic son of a bitch Five. And I am done with you. And you know why? You made the mistake of placing a date when you started. Our wedding date. You have already shown your true colors. You can leave now. And you can take this, I don't need it any longer. Either way, it was fake and it meant nothing to you.” She said before throwing her wedding ring at him. It thudded against his chest and he caught it mid-air, as he watched her walking away from him and slamming the door of their bedroom in her way. He stood frozen in his place. It was done. The one thing that made him feel alive, the one thing that made him happy left him. He lost it under his own hands. The same night, he left a letter behind him before he traveled back in time, back to his family. To them, he seemed a shy seven years older than when he disappeared. But they didn't know about the two things he carried with him from his last life. Her picture in the breast pocket of his smart jacket and her wedding ring on his collarbones as it hung from a golden chain, both hidden from the world.

“Five. That is just … I don't know what to say.”

“Then don't. It is already hard to think about her.”

“How long has it been since -”

“Six years, eight months and twenty days. My early attempts to get back to you weren't really successful.” He whispered as he toying with her ring. It was gold and smooth to touch, his name had been engraved on the inside. It had been a blast to convince the person who made them that his name was actually Five. And he smiled at the fond memory.

“Will you ever see her again?”

“I don't know. The selfish part of me wishes that, but another part of me knows that it is better this way. Because she is free and safe from me. Klaus, if you don't mind … no more talk please.”

Klaus looked at the pained expression on his brother's face. He had never heard him utter the world “please”, at least not to him. So he simply nodded and stayed with him in silence before their peace was disturbed by their reality.

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[phoenixyfriend]

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[thechaosjunkie]

of all the people i had to be stuck here with, it has to be you. (From Cha-Cha!)

@the-commissions-deadliest (Cha-Cha) // Oh Shit! We're Trapped! Prompts: Accepting

"Yeah, well, feeling's mutual," Five muttered as he continued to check the walls for any sort of mechanism that may trigger a device to let them out of this mess. "How about we work together to get out of here before we proceed with the usual homicidal song and dance, yeah?"

[phecdasolar]

Tumblr I need your help I am in dire need of feral/unhinged Disaster Twins fics pleaseeee (and maybe Mikey as a bonus) I’m just in love with the idea of Raph being the impulse control for once with this iteration, and just the second he’s out of commission the other three go insane.

Weapons of War, Bioengineered Killing Machines, Manufactured Supersoldiers Rottmnt turtles my BELOVEDS

And maybe just like,,, set Leo and Donnie loose on one of the other dimensions and have them absolutely horrifically annihilate their counterparts’ villains while they watch on in horror

(B.E.A.S.T. was SUCH a good fic you guys oh my GOSH go read it I’m begging you-)

I NEED to have it addressed in fic form that the Rise turtles are fundamentally different than all their other counterparts, because their counterparts? They were accidents. Just a couple of turtles splashed with mutagen and oh look now they’re people but Green. (Huge oversimplification I’m aware but hear me out okay-)

But the Rise boys were created. They were specifically designed to be weapons of mass destruction. They were built with the intent to cause harm which means they were bioengineered to be stronger, smarter(?), faster, to heal quicker, to have the capacity to take hard hits while dishing out even harder ones, they were literally forged with a purpose to kill.

Add on their mystic powers? Then their unlocked Ninpo? You can’t honestly tell me that these four aren’t the strongest and potentially deadliest version of themselves out there.

Yes they still had to learn things, as did the other iterations, they weren’t immediately good (that much is obvious, like c’mon it’s IN the name) but I don’t think the other iterations possess the same instincts as these guys do. They’re just so. Unhinged. They’ve all had their moments in the show I think where it’s obvious they’re not really,,, stable. I love them.

In a plain fists only, maybe weapons, no powers fight, I do think some of the other iterations would win, but purely because they have way more experience than these guys do. (If I did any crossovers I’d say 2003 and 2012 are definitely older than these guys, especially if we’re basing this at the end of their shows) But put them against each other when they’re still at the same level? Rise is whooping butt, I know where I’m placing my bets. It’s called RISE of the TMNT for a reasonnnnnn they’re not there yet but they WILL BE, and as of the end of s2 and the movie I say they’re finally THERE.

I have no idea how this turned into a headcanon rant this was just supposed to be me asking for fic recs hsgdjdjdk it’s almost 3 am tho so whatever sorry if none or only some of this is incoherent o7 o/

Editing this with a list of fics I have been graciously recommended below the cut:

Firefight by remrose [43/43 chapters 222k words] (edit: JUST FINISHED READING ch38-42 WATCH ME BAWL MY EYES OUT I was rotating them in my brain all morning at work) less on the feral side, more on the gut-wrenching angst side, still Disaster Twins and still super good

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own by YukiSkyes [7/? chapters, 18k words] the CLASSIC “the Disaster Twins are unapologetically causing chaos” fic, always a delight to read

The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer [27/37 chapters, 143k words] I’m being told it’s very true to the theme here, and it’s very angsty, a suspenseful psychological thriller, and will make you scream at your phone. I for one am very intrigued

Eschatology by aenor_llelo, Alderous, ConcoctionsFromHell, izziel_galaxy, Jaybird314, Otakuforlife19, and Rocket999 [17/17 chapters, 344k words] “HEAVY on the boys being biologically engineered to destroy the world, it also delves into so much character building and worldbuilding that we never got in canon, and it gives even super minor characters the chance to shine” Sounds intriguing, AND it’s a BNHA crossover which I am a big fan of :D

The Hunter’s Bible also by TurtleSoupSwimmer [2/2 chapters, 15k words] Rated Mature, contains themes of SA and c@nnibalism so PLEASE keep that in mind!! Not a fic for the faint of heart this is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! The SA is only attempted, and never shown, only implied, and it’s only in ch 1, but the other stuff is fairly descriptive and takes place in ch 2. All that being said, flipping UNHINGED, just about lost my mind in ch 2, it was entertaining in a surreal kinda way if you get what I mean. Funky little feral creatures