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[christeli4]

TMNTtember2024 day 2: favorite episode.

Because I probably like all the episodes with Raphael? Yay ;)

[classy-thief]

🌻 I think it's been enough time so I'm posting my contribution to the 2AL collab comic!!

tysm @intotheelliwoods for hosting this! I had a lot of fun! <3

[cjthestoryteller]

Chapter 50 – Trapped

It hurt to breathe. Like really, really hurt to breathe. Each inhale and exhale sent a shockwave of pain searing straight through his whole body. Not to mention it felt like he had a two-ton weight sitting on his chest.

Something was on top of him, but what?

Why the shell couldn’t he move?

Prying his weary eyelids apart, his vision was greeted by nothing but darkness. He managed to turn his throbbing head from side to side, but it didn’t help. Everything was still pitch black, no matter what way he looked.

This didn’t make sense.

What the heck happened?

Why’s it so dark in here?

Feeling a bit claustrophobic, he clenched his eyelids back shut and tried to draw in a deep, calming breath, but it hurt too much to take in air.

He let out a groan of pain that sounded off somehow. Almost as though he was in an enclosed space when he knew for a fact he was in a cavern. At least, he was pretty doggone sure he was in a cavern, but given his current predicament, he was starting to have some serious doubts about that.

Again, he found himself wondering what the heck happened...

To be continued soon...

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[robins-treasure]

The episode Slash and Destroy will be 10 years old in November. The clip in this episode is pretty accurate to how I realized this.

In honor of this, I plan to complete the next chapter for my fanfic Tales of Dani by that day (November 30) and make a one-shot and/or fanart about Slash's mutation day. If anyone wants to join the celebration, feel free to join!

[fabuloustrash05]

TMNT 2012 Quiz #7

Previous Question (+ Answer)

[benn--10]

Hello, @awildaspenappeared, I am your gifter for the @tmnt-secret-santa-2024! You requested Leo finally fullfillying his promise to Chloe, the little girl from the Slash and Destroy episode, so here's the two of them having a tea party together. Drawing this was adorable, and I hope you like it as much as I do. Happy Holidays!

[mrcaffeinatedisopod]

Statistical Improbability ♡ DonBot x Reader 《 Part 1 》

Summary: You are a lone human survivor in this apocaliptic wasteland. You've made it this far by avoiding any unnecessary conflict with the mutant savages of the desert. Slowly, your drive to survive, the idea that things might get better - more bearable - gets more distant every day as you continue to search for your lost family members.

Just as it seems barely getting through each day is the only thing left for you in this world, your radar picks up a strange reading in the middle of the desert.

Context: This takes place in the wasteland warrior alternative reality/arc. Reader is the last human in the wasteland, and she survived all these years in her futuristic trailer, which she calls Big Bertha.

For some reason, the reader was aware of the Kraang before the mutagen bomb went off. She's repurposed some of their tech for her prothestic arm as well as her trailer.

I have also taken some creative liberties with how DonBot came to be, in the show he is essentially a copy of Donnie's consciousness after his body was destroyed, which is a super dark SOMA-looking plot-point. But I wanted a different flavor of existential angst, so instead DonBot has Donnie's actual brain inside of him! How does that work? Science *jazz hands*

Warnings: Be warned, this is my first TMNT fanfic ever, read at our your discretion. Mixed POVs. Slowburn? Mentions of blood, mentions of a brain in a glass tank, alcohol, a whole bunch of swearing, strangers to reluctant friends trope ( to eventual lovers ), mentions of reader's mysterious backstory, filled with some general trauma and angst.

Word Count: Some 8k+ words

Reader's POV:

"Come back here, I'll turn you into my next leather jacket!" The shrill voice taunted you through a speaker, and you gritted your teeth, grabbing the wheel until your knuckles turned white.

From your rearview mirror you could see the savages closing in from all sides, until your mirror was blown away by a shotgun blast. You grit your teeth and turn the wheel sharply, Big Bertha buckled and groaned as you went off road.

"You want a piece of me?" You pull a speaker from your panel, answering the taunt with one of your own. "Gonna have to catch me first, jerks!"

A savage lunges onto the side of your trailer. He elbows your window, and pieces of glass rain down as the maniac cuts and slashes at your neck.

You dodge just in time for the machete to imbed itself in the leather of your chair. With a primal growl, you kick the door open full force, slamming it into the mutant's face. He staggers and claws at the door, but with a swift boot to the face, he crashes onto the harsh desert sand.

"Maybe taunting the people you stole from was not such a good idea." Bertha's sweet voice hums through the speakers.

"NOT NOW!" You slam your working fist on the middle of the steering wheel. A hidden emergeswith a mechanical *click*. You punch it with all your might, your trailer creaks and shakes as just outside a hidden compartment opens up, a minigun sliding into place, it's barrel spin with a deafening whine.

With near perfect precision it blasts round after round of high powers lasers at the brutes chasing you down. Motorcycles explode and are torn apart in a violent scene. Riders are blasted off from their bikes in a shower of metal parts and flying blood, until the minigun starts to fail, sputtering in a pathetical whirring.

"Bertha, the spike strips!" You scream.

"On it." Beneath your license plate the spike traps are deployed. The spikes cover the ground of the desert, puncturing the tires of the mutants closest to the trailer. You can hear the sickening sounds of screams and screeching as the bikes are torn apart, but the tribe of savages is still hot on your tail, even after most of your tricks.

The rythmic thuds of bullets hit your trailer like rainfall. Were it not for your bulletproof plating you would be swiss cheese laying on the side of the road by now.

A honey badger mutant in an impossibly large motorbike closes in to you, giggling maniacally as it fires a bunch of crossbolts through your door.

A sharp thwack pierces your window, missing the target, but the second dart flies through the window and pierces you through your prosthetic arm and onto your side. The crossbow bolt embeds itself deep as you let out a painful cry.

Your robotic arm glitches and spasms against your will, and the steering wheel jerks out of control. Gritting your teeth, you hold the steering wheel with all of your willpower and force yourself to keep the vehicle on the road.

Out of frustration, you let out a strangled wail and slam the trailer on the motorcycle, sending the mutant flying through the air and tumbling through the rocks and dirt.

"There's too many of them." Bertha warns as her scanners show at least a dozen more savages and you're out of surprises. Despite their persistence, backing down wasn't an option.

"And you've got bigger problems." A warning flashes on your screen and Bertha shows a simulation of a rapidly approaching abyss. "We're approaching a deep chasm in 500 meters, at least a mile deep. You should turn around and find an alternate route."

"And get captured by those losers instead?" You lick your dry lips. "Ain't no way, Bertha."

You suck in a sharp breath, spitting blood and dust out of your broken window. Staring down at the rapidly approaching abyss.

"Give up, girl, and we'll make your end shift!"

Furrowing your brows in concentration, you awkwardly grab the crossbow bolt with your metal hand, snapping the end of the dart to free your arm. You pull down your helmet over your head and buckle your seatbelt.

"I'm gonna jump." You state flatly.

"Wait, that's too dangerous!" Bertha protested through the speakers. "Based on the previous damaged I've sustained, there is less than a 62% chance that-"

"Good enough for me! You got any other bright ideas?" You scream out, but before you get any answers you're cranking the gear shift. "Didn't think so!"

You grab the steering wheel like your life depends on it and hit the pedal. You open another compartment in the panel and smash the turbo button with your malfunctioning hand. The trailer rushes at an impossible velocity, pushing you back into your seat as you approach the edge of the abyss.

The trailer groans as you jump over a well angled rock, going airbone. You let out a strangled scream as you almost hit your head on the ceiling and can hear everything that wasn't chained down falling and hitting the walls of the trailer behind you.

Everything slows down to a stop. People weren't lying when they said you could see things in slow motion when you were about to die.

This is it. This is the end.

You close your eyes as tight as you can, your heart skips a beat or two as your life flashes before your eyes. Every single failure, every single mistake. Oh god, you'll never get to see them again, say sorry for everything that happened, how you wish you could go back. You forget to breathe as you embrace for impact.

The trailer lands harshly on the ground, and everything that wasn’t neatly tied to a wall falls and clatters to the ground. Bertha herself blows a tire from the impact and the fall almost crushes the hull completely on the front, she slides through the ground, creating a cloud of dust as the trailer hits a big rock that turns it on it's side.

The world spins around you as you push your door open, struggling to breathe not just from the dust in the air but your own near death experience.

You try to leave, but your seatbelt pulls you back. You groan in frustration and almost rip the fabric off of you, crawling through your window, away from the near totaled trailer. Gasping for air and struggling to swallow with your dry mouth, you fall to the ground, breathing heavily. You spit some blood and saliva on the rocks, and then out comes whatever’s left of your lunch.

Slowly, you stick your head up. Your double vision still allows you to see one of the savages tried to follow you, only to plunge into the depths of the earth bellow. The rest of the gang stops just at the edge of the abyss, staring daggers at you.

"We'll get you yet, you filthy human!" The tribe of savages shouted obscenities at you from the other side, blaring their horns at you, shaking their weapons and shooting at the sky. Tires screech horrible against the rocky ground before they ride away.

You let yourself fall into the ground, exhausted. On the bright side, the heist paid off. Fuck, who knew getting water could be so life threatening?

-----

Thankfully, the bolt didn't hit you too badly, as your metallic arm took most of the damage, but it still hurt like hell. You winced every time you had to move, and with the amount of repairs you had to make to Bertha, it meant you were wincing a lot.

"Okay, Bertha, prepare yourself." You say as you finished putting the last hydraulic jack into place, you scootch back and stand up slowly, holding your side to ease the pain. Once you're at a safe enough distance, you take a device from your pants and push a button.

The jacks groan loudly as the trailer is slowly pushed back onto it's wheels, for a second it seems like it might slip and crash back into the sand, but at the end the futuristic looking jacks push it with enough force to push the van back upright.

The door to the trailer creaks loudly as you open it up, almost falling off its hinges as you walk inside. It takes a lot of effort from you to get the spare tires from the back and change them.

You sigh, looking back at the abyss you jumped over to escape your mutant pursuers just hours ago. Getting Bertha functional took the better part of the evening, and you were still completely exposed underneath the desert heat.

From far away, you could already see a monstrosity forming on the horizon. Growing at an alarming rate, threatening to engulf everything in its path, a gluttonous entity that would destroy anything that didn't find proper shelter when it finally arrived. A sandstorm, and one of the bigger ones you'd seen.

You hit your clothes to clean them off, but it doesn't do much.

"Bertha?" You asked, using the side of your truck as leverage to get yourself back on your feet.

"Yes?" Her voice sputtered and glitched, the outer speaker damaged from the fall.

"How long until the sandstorm hits us?" You point towards the horizon, as if Bertha could really see you.

"By my calculations," She stays quiet for a couple of seconds. "We've got roughly 12 hours and 23 minutes before it reaches our current location."

With the sandstorm approaching quicker than you anticipated, it wouldn't be enough time to fully repair Bertha. Thankfully, the upgrades you’ve made over the years held up well, but this brilliant escape maneuver certainly put Bertha on her last legs. It didn’t help that the sandstorm brewing might tear her apart before you can make any further repairs.

Defeated, you threw a small wrench into it's toolbox. Getting back to your hideout was of the upmost importance in order to fix Bertha completely, but with the savages and the sandstorm looming on the horizon, you were one crash away from your end. The risk was too great, you needed to wait out this storm somewhere safe.

"Bertha, remember those big rock things we passed by years ago?" You ask as you start to recollect your tools.

"Oh yes, I remember. It was quite a lovely scenario." She chirped.

"Make a route for them," You clap your hands to get rid of the dirty in them and take your tools back to the trailer after getting Bertha functional. "They should only be a couple of hours away. It should shelter us from the worst part of the storm."

----

You struggle to keep your eyes open as you lay in bed. Tossing and turning you grunt every time you put too much pressure on your side and decide to lay on your back, one hand behind your head and another holding your gun close to your chest.

Just as you're about to doze off, you're suddenly thrown a couple inches in the air and fall from the bed, faceplanting onto the ground.

You groan, annoyed. Kicking your legs, you throw off the sheets away from the bed and fall completely to the ground, holding onto the bed to catch yourself as Bertha drives over a bumpy rock and you hit your knees onto the steel floor.

"What's going on, Bertha?" You scream out, "I'm trying to sleep over here."

"The radar's picking up some interesting energy readings."

"Interesting how?" You throw the covers back onto the bed and walk to the front of the trailer, putting a hand on your chin and analyzing some of the bullet holes in Bertha.

"I think you should check it out." You stop in your tracks and frown.

Walking up to the front of the trailer in nothing your pants and a dirty t-shirt, you sneak your head into the passenger's seat. "What?"

"It's some kind of unidentified energy reading about a mile north," The radar shows a small dot in your map, close to the caverns and mountain ranges you were headed off to. "Could be dangerous, should we avoid it?"

You look behind you to the mess of wiring on the ground. You hop onto the passenger's seat, and through the rearview mirror, you can see the sandstorm is coming closer. "How far away is this reading?"

"About a 30 minutes drive."

"No, let's go check it out," You walk to the back of the trailer, slipping into your boots and grabbing your gear. "Could be useful."

After a short drive you finally reach your destination, which seems to be an old town's ruins, bleached under the unforgiving desert sun, battered by the repeated harsh winds of the sandstorms, its once-sturdy walls crumbling into dust and mixing with the desert.

There was nearly nothing left of the decaying buildings. The main street couldn't even be seen, several years without care had cracked it beyond repair, and it was covered in dirt and sand. In the distance, a surviving windmill creaks, what's left of it's blades spin aimlessly in the hot breeze.

The whole trailer shakes and groans as it slowly comes to a stop, just close enough to the ruins that you could see a strange object reflecting the sun from far away, your curiosity peaks, and you tell Bertha to keep what's left of the guns ready.

You swing the doors open, and your heavy boots land on the rocky ground. You huff irritated as the sunlight hits your eyes. The annoying light seems to be coming just further up through the ruins.

Even though the evening draws near, the desert heat immediately hits you full force, it feels like the very sun is trying to cook you alive then and there. You open your waterskin and chug down a generous gulp of the water you stole from the savages. It was all the more refreshing in this scorching heat.

You walk through the ruins of the town, the silence is eery. Reaching what's left of a small house a small object in the sand picks your interest, kneeling down you swipe away the sand and debris, pulling what seems to be a girl's doll from the wreck. You grip it tight in your hand, what was once a bubbling town full of laughter and noise is now a ghost town, the only noise being the whisper of the wind and the occasional scurry of a mutant cockroach or bug beneath the wreckage.

You put the doll inside of your bag and carefully make your way to the strange object laying against a far away crumbling wall. It's metal reflecting the light of the evening sun. You keep your blaster ready to shoot.

As you get closer to the target, you see something that makes you stop in your tracks. A low, sickly hue of purple and pink that glows from the strange object. It was unmistakable.

The telltale sign of Kraang tech.

You dash behind a low wall and grab your blaster. Despite your calculated movements, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you sneak a peak, but the thing doesn't move an inch. A million thoughts race through your mind.

Were they really back? Why would they be back? Would it even matter if they came back to finish the job?

You stole a glance up from your cover, analyzing it more intently. It seemed like the strange object was a humanoid figure, laying on the ground close to the wall. Perhaps a broken droid? No. There's no way such a thing could have been made by the Kraang.

You could never forget it, the last time they came through their giant portal and brought their spaceships and guns and weapons of war. All of their machinery was sleek and polished, industrial, shiny to a sickly degree. From what you could see through your cover, this thing looked like it was made out of scrap and garbage, battered and worn down with time.

Crouching down from a safe distance, you start to pull the wrappings from your left arm until it is bare. Your prosthetic. It’s a crude thing, cobbled together from scraps and scavenged parts, far from sleek or efficient. You run your hand over the alien metal that you slapped together with iron and titanium, a makeshift arm that got the job done but constantly reminded you of your failures.

Trailing the slight glow of pink and purple markings in your hand, you almost lose yourself in thought. You breathe in deeply and struggle to close a malfunctioning hand before glancing back at the same faint glow in the machine that stood just a few feet from you.

If you could have found a way to utilize this technology years ago, perhaps others probably found a way as well.

Slowly, you grab a small rock close to your feet, throwing it over the wall. The rock hit the robot's back with an undignified "clunk" and fell to the ground in between its legs, unceremoniously.

"Huh," you think, standing up from behind the wall and making your way to the strange object. Now you could finally see it more clearly. It looked like some sort of robot... No, it was a robot of a humanoid looking turtle... man?

The metal was dark green and weathered by the harsh desert, battered and rough, but weirdly well taken care of considering the circumstances. There were several scratches and imperfections. It looked like it had seen quite the story, but the most curious aspect of the robot's anatomy was its shell, where the letters NYC still read clearly.

NYC. Ground zero.

That was a place you hadn't heard of in years, and now it stared back at you from the top of the manhole cover turned robo-turtle shell.

"Who would build something like this?" Your brows slowly furrowed in confusion.

Gently, you poke the robot on its side with your boot, not really expecting anything, but you keep your good hand on your gun.

Nothing.

You place your boot on its shell and press harder. "Yo, you good?" You tilted your head to get a better look. You prod it beneath its arm - then its face, but the hunk of metal remained motionless.

You wipe the sweat off your brow with a leathery hand.

"Yep, it's dead." Figures.

"If someone abandoned this thing by the road it was probably for a good reason," You say out loud to yourself. "Perhaps it is best to just use it for scrap."

There was just the slighest chance you could get it back online, reprogram it, and you could use a hand or two with big Bertha. An AI assistant was great but a full-on robot?

You hum as you run over the pros and cons through your head. If you leave it here, it'll definitely be torn apart by the sandstorm. The thought of getting mauled by a rogue robot you fixed was something out of a blockbuster horror movie, but the thought of such a fascinating piece of tech being abandoned ate you up inside. What was the saying again? Curiosity killed the cat?

You bit your lower lip, mulling it over.

Kneeling next to the robot, you touch its arm. The intense heat has made the metal so hot you could fry an egg on it. It must have been there for at least a couple of hours. Were it not for your glove, you could have burned yourself. You turn it over carefully, inspecting the indents of the metal and texture. It doesn't seem too badly damaged—nothing you couldn't fix inside big Bertha.

"Looks like we've got ourselves some company, Bertha." Standing up, you hit your pants to get rid of the sand and grab the robot by its legs, taking in a deep breath.

"This is going to hurt." You say to yourself as you start to pull the thing back to your trailer, your side flaring up in excruciating pain with each additional pull.

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You haul the robot into your trailer, feeling light headed from the effort. It's heavy body falls to the ground with a thud as you shove it inside.

Slumping against the wall, you press a hand to your side, wincing as it burns and warmth seeps through your fingers. You exhaled, ragged, trying to control your breathing.

"What did you find out there?" Bertha asks as the robot hits the ground, lifeless.

"Just... just a..." You struggle to breathe. "Robot... fuck." Grunting you push yourself back from the wall and close the door.

"Are you okay?" Bertha asks concerned, noticing your labored breathing.

"Damn stitches came undone. I'll be right back." You leave the robot to cool down inside your trailer while you head to your room to fix the stitches.

Bertha rumbles beneath you accelarating, so you can actually reach your shelter before sundown.

You throw your leather gloves and googles on the table. Turning on the trailer's dim lights, they flicker, struggling to keep on as you dig out your supplies -needle, thread, an old bottle of whiskey. You take a swig first, wincing at the bitter taste that burns your throat before dousing a rag and cleaning your wound.

The pain hits sharp, and your side burns as you grit your teeth and start stitching. By the time you're finished, you throw on a cleaner t-shirt before coming back to check on your guest.

Kneeling next to the robot, you brush the back of your hand against its metal plating, noticing it has already cooled down enough for you to fix it up.

With a grunt, you push it into a sitting position on the floor, then crawl behind it, inspecting the faint glow pulsating from its markings. Thing's still got some juice, apparently, but clearly not enough to be functional.

Taking out your notepad, you take your time with the machine. Rough coal sketches take shape in your pages, its segmented shell, the way the kraang technology seems to have been integrated in its sides, and the delicate mechanics of the three-fingered hands. Your calloused fingers trail the edges of its shell and each scratch and bump from the years of use.

"Man, I really would like to meet whoever built this thing." You mutter, jotting down quick notes.

Bertha hums through the speakers, guiding you into the mouth of a cave that's just big enough to shelter you two. Well, all three of you. "Do you think it still works?"

"I guess we'll have to figure it out."

You take a look at its left hand. Some of the screws had become loose. You tighten them up with a few quick turns of your screwdriver. The joints creak as you oil them, and you clean the excess that trails down with an old rag.

With your curiosity peaking, you sit down behind the robot again and carefully take it's head in your hands.

"Time to see what hardware this thing's packing." You tap the back of the robot's head with your screwdriver lightly, but Bertha groans loudly. "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, Bertha."

Slowly, you remove all of the screws from the head, carefully you peel the plating back-

It slips from your hands, hitting the floor with a hollow *clang.*

Your breath catches in your throath.

"What? Is everything okay?" Bertha asks, voice sharp with concern.

Your feet scramble and scootch backswards quickly until your back hits the wall. A trembling hand covers your mouth.

"Hey, are you okay?" When you struggle to respond, Bertha calls your name loudly, snapping you out of your shock.

You swallow hard, pointing at the robot. "It's got a brain."

Silence.

"What?"

"It has a brain, Bertha!" You push your damp hair back, trying to make sense of the scene in front of you.

The brain sat in a glass-like tank, suspended on a thick, yellowed fluid. Wires snaked inside and hooked it up to a strange spine-line mechanism at the back of what would be its skull. It seemed damaged, some faulty wiring, almost as if he had been hit over the head.

The whole scene looked like something straight out of a science fiction book, and it makes your already empty stomach churn.

Slowly, you push yourself up against the wall, staring at the robot - no, at *him* - slumped lifelessly in front of you.

Is it a person? Some kind of cyborg? Could it have been human?

This thing looked like it was at least two decades old, could it be from the time when the bomb hit?

You gulp, considering your next options. *If it has a brain, it's a person.* Right? And you don't deal with people - if you could even call the savage mutants of the desert people - not since you got tired of pulling knives out of your back.

"Is it a person?" Bertha asks, a tinge of curiosity in her robotic voice.

"I don't know, I mean..." You close your eyes. "Probably?"

"Is he alive?" She questions.

"Maybe?" You laugh nervously, throath dry. "I don’t know what to do." And then you admit.

"Remember your number one rule?" She murmurs.

You nod slowly. "People are trouble."

Bertha hums in agreement. "We can still throw him back into the desert."

Bertha was right, throwing him back into the desert was still an option, but that would probably count as murder, not that you were a saint, but the idea of throwing a helpless person into the wasteland didn't sit right with you. You huff and push yourself off the wall, walking back to the robot and avoiding your mess of tools.

You walk closer to the robot, your legs feeling unsteady with each step you take closer to him. Kneeling, you study his exposed brain, reaching out to touch the glass tank with your metal hand and inspect the damage he'd sustained.

The sandstorm was already coming in strong, the force of the winds outside could be heard from inside the trailer and a cloud of dust started to form through the window.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at the brain in the glass tank, wondering what kind of person would end up inside a humanoid turtle robot.

You suck in a shaky breath.

Maybe...

Running to your mountain of tools, metal, and other thingamabobs laying on your floor, you rummage through the pile of scrap, throwing useless pieces to your side as your frustration mounts. "Where is it?"

"What are you doing?" Bertha asks, confused at your sudden movements.

"I'm thinking!" You hit your hands in frustration on the floor.

"C'mon, c'mon, tell me I didn't throw it away..." You throw some old pieces of metal and tools around as you frantically search for it, letting out a loud "aha!" Once you finally find it.

From the disorganized pile of tools, you yank out an old dusty kraang charger. It was the same kind they used for their kraang droids, you never even knew what you'd use it for when you found it in the ruins of a building in New York, but you were glad you didn't throw it away now.

"Are you going to turn it on?" Bertha questions. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Maybe, I just..." Scootching closer to the robot. Cyborg. Thing sitting in the middle of your trailer, your fingers fumble, you pick up your tools and put the wires back in its place, being careful not to mess with anything important. "I want to see what kind of person he is."

"And if he's a crazy robot on the loose?"

"Then it's a good thing I've got you here." Once you're sure everything seems to be fixed, you put the metal plating back on its head, and then hook up the spare charger, securing the connection with a quiet click.

Nothing happens.

Your hands tremble in anticipation in your lap, but when nothing changes after a couple of seconds, your shoulders slump. You assume it would take the thing at least a couple of hours to charge up, or maybe you were too late to find it. It might be braindead by this point.

"Great." You close your eyes and push yourself up, rubbing a metal hand down your face. The stupid thing is probably already too far gone to

A sudden jolt. You barely register the whirring hum before it stands up suddenly.

"As- As I was saying, we need to find-" The robot stood up suddenly with enough force to hit you with it's flailing arms. You stagger back, tripping over your toolbox. You let out a sharp yell as you hit your side.

The robot looks around startled at your sudden noise, head snapping to look at you on the floor. A low, electronic hum cuts through the air as his systems kick back online. Glowing markings flickering to life with full power, illuminating the dim trailer in its eerie pulses of purple.

You stare up at it, unmoving.

"What the fuck." You breath out.

The machine shudders, its body humming as systems power up, the robot's limbs twich and readjust after being powered down for so long.

A pause.

Then, in a voice more human than you anticipated:

"Oh."

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DonBot's POV:

"As- As I was saying, we need-" A loud electric voice stutters as the robot comes back to life.

Suddenly, his systems kick back on, and his body jerks. He was just in the middle of finishing his sentence when everything went dark. It took a split-second before he readjusted and started to take in his surroundings. He wasn't in the desert, and Raph was nowhere to be seen.

Donatello has been left with his own thoughts for hours as his body powered down, unsure of what had happened, if Raph was even safe.

Alarms flare in his head. His sensors scan his surroundings, locking onto something fascinating and impossible.

A statiscal improbability staring right at him.

A human.

She stares at him with intense eyes, pale as a sheet, as if she'd just seen a ghost. Slowly, she rises to her feet stood slowly, one hand clutching her side, eyes narrowed.

"Uhm." She hesitates. "Hey. Robot, uhm thing, what are you talking about?"

He moves switfly. Before she can even notice it, the woman is being held against the wall with his tech-staff pressed against her throat. She gasps, eyes flashing with fear and anger.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Donatello's voice cuts through the air, synthetic but sharp. Human or not, this girl has just taken him into her trailer, and she might be a threat.

She scoffs.

"Who am I? The girl that pulled your ass from the sun before your circuits melted out there." She nods to the door. "And the girl with the automatic laser guns."

Bertha takes the hint. The walls whiropen, revealing a row of small but deadly laser turrets, all of them simultaneously locking onto the robot's forehead and shell.

"Please disengage from any further attacks." Bertha asks in a sweet voice.

He glances at the guns, then back at the girl's face. The odds were not in his favor.

"So," She starts. "I suggest you back off. And then, we can talk about this." Hands raised in front of her, she raises an eyebrow in question.

He hesitates for a second, but wagers she wasn't one of his attackers from earlier, or he wouldn't be talking right now.

He lets her go. She stumbles forward, coughing and rubbing her throat. That was going to leave a bruise.

She glares up at him. "Damn, some way to say thanks."

"What am I doing here?" His robotic voice demanded.

"Chill out, I found you in an old town's ruins and took you in." She rubbed her collarbone from where he hit her with the bo-staff. Ouch, damn thing came out of nowhere.

"I thought you were scrap or something, then I opened up your plating." She taps the side of her own head. "What the heck even are you?"

Donatello stiffens.

"I'm a person!" He stammers. "Well, turtle. Well, okay, turtle mind in a robot body. But, I-"

She furrowed her brows the longer he kept rambling, but it didn't make it any easier for Donatello to find the words to explain his current predicament.

"My body was destroyed, but I was cybenetically wired to Metalhead Mark II, a robot I designed. So, I transferred my consciousness into this machine." He gestures at himself.

She looked at him up and down, never did he feel so comscious about his new robotic body. The girl blinks slowly. It takes her a moment to process.

"Okay..." She rubs her temple. "So, you're not like an AI or something."

"No." He shakes his head.

"You're a person." She stated.

"Mutant turtle," He correct, "But well. Yes."

"Mutant turtle." She repeats and lets out a snicker. "Fine. What were you doing cooking out there in the sun, turtle man?"

Oh, that's right.

"Raph!" He lets out a scream, suddenly remembered what got him into this mess.

"What?"

"He's my brother, I need to find him!" He ran off to the door, but the girl grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back.

"Did your circuits get fried out there!?" She pushed him against the wall and pointed a finger to the window. "We're in the middle of a sandstorm!"

Outside, the sandstorm rages - thick, churning clouds of dust outside the mouth of the cave.

He pushes her hand off of him. "But I—"

“Fine,” She snarls, shaking her head and gesturing to the door. “You wanna kill yourself out there? Be my guest, but I'm not driving out there in this storm."

He clenches his fists, scanning the storm while she walks away, throwing her hands into the air before sitting down at her table and grabbing some tools nearby.

Defeated, he lets out a robotic sigh, unfortunately this stranger was right, the winds howled outside, even though it seemed that they had taken shelter inside some sort of cave, the wind that made it into the cave was still strong enough to thrash against the walls of the trailer.

The sandstorm is picking up intensity—howling gusts of dirt and debris hammer against the thin metal and glass. Inside, it's dim, save for the flickering lights and a lantern, as well as the faint glow of the old Kraang charger that was still connected to his body. His systems were still blinking to life slowly, his power had run way too low, he wouldn't make it far.

Donnie just hoped his brother could take care of himself a little bit longer until he got back.

Curiosity peaks again, and he looks at the human woman in front of him, she sat at the table with all sorts of tools, fiddling with her mechanical arm.

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Reader's POV:

You try to ignore him, but your nerves are wrecking you. Having someone in your personal space was a bit unnerving after so long. Sure, you had Bertha, but she wasn't really a person.

You can feel his sensors scanning you, even though you’re not looking at him. You half contemplated shutting him down again, if that would even be possible. After all, he did attack you.

The storm outside thickens, the sand’s beginning to coat the glass, blurring everything outside into a hazy mess. The atmosphere feels thick—suffocating.

You glance back when you can feel his gaze hasn't shifted in a couple of long seconds. When your eyes meet his sensors, he averts his gaze. You let out a huff and go back to meddling with your still damaged prothesis.

He finally breaks the silence.

"So, how did a human end up in the wasteland? When the mutagen bomb hit, there was nobody left."

You sigh, turning back into your chair to look at him.

"A brilliant observation, I hadn't noticed." You reply sarcastically and snap your real fingers. "I just did, that's it." There's a bitter tone that you don't even attempt to hide.

In a way, you envy the mutants of the desert, your lonely life fit you, of course, but it also meant always looking over your shoulder, patching your own wounds, rescuing yourself all the time.

"That's not a real answer." He presses, snapping you away from your train of thought.

"That wasn’t a real question." You snap back. "What's with the interrogation?"

He shakes his head.

"Just trying to make conversation since you saved my life and all, and we're going to be stuck together until this sandstorm passes."

She glances up at him, narrowing your eyes. "Since when do robots make small talk?"

"I told you - I'm not a robot."

"Fine." You grumble, focusing on the upper end of your arm, where it connected to your shoulder. "Ever since the world turned into, well, shit. End of story."

He watches you, silent for a long moment, sat in a makeshift seat across the room. "Are there any others?"

"I've got no idea," you growl, but your voice lacks conviction. "If I knew you were this chatty, I'd have thought twice about hauling you into my trailer."

He flinches just slightly, and you feel a pnag of regret into your chest.

The silence stretched again.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You tried to pay it no mind as you attempted to get your arm fully operational again. You swore underneath your breath as the screwdriver slipped from your grasp, clattering to the floor. Scooting over to the edge of your seat so you could pick it up.

Before you reach it, the robot beat you to it.

"Looks like you could use a hand or two." He offers you the screwdriver. "You know, I'd say I've got quite the experience."

You ponder it for a second, before rolling your eyes and nodding to the seat in front of you.

He almost seems excited when he sits down. Slowly, he starts to inspect your prosthetic with careful precision.

"Who built this?" He asks, turning your arm in his oversized three-fingered hand.

"I did." You answer flatly.

His eyes, or sensors brighten - literally. "Oh woah." He turns your hand around in his own. It was almost comical how small your fingers looked in comparison to his. "This is amazing! I've never seen technology integrated in a prosthetic like this before."

You blink.

"Thanks."

He inspects the faint purple glow in your prosthetic.

"Where did you get this tech from?" He questions as he starts to loosen some screws.

"This? I could ask you the same thing." She raises an eyebrow with a smirk, looking at the same purple glow in his mechanisms.

"Well, does saying it comes from aliens from another dimension make sense to you?"

You chuckle. "Uhm, yeah."

He starts to adjust some of the internal wiring, his movements swift and precise. You watch with interest at how much control he seems to have over his hands, even though he only has 6 fingers in total.

"I'm sorry, by the way. For earlier, for attacking you. And for the questions, I didn't mean to offend," it says softly. "It's just fascinating! I- I mean," he stutters as he tries to find the best way to put his thoughts into words, rolling the screwdriver in his hand as he explains.

You tense, caught in between shutting his next question down or brushing it off.

"You might be the only human left in the wasteland."

Your jaw clenches.

"Hooray for me." You say bitterly and ball up your real fist.

The robot’s silence is palpable, a weight in the air. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, but you feel the intensity of its observation.

"Sorry." He apologizes softly.

You bite back your sharp tongue.

"Look. " You hesitate, "It was pure luck. When the bomb hit, I happened to be in a makeshift lab of mine. It was enough to get me to survive the bomb and then the, well, fallout."

"But enough about me, you're a person, right? What's your name, turtle-man?" You change the topic of the conversation before he could prod any further into your personal life.

"Donatello" He answers. "But you can just call me Donnie."

'"Donatello." You tilt your head. "You're italian?"

That gets a chuckle out of him. "No, my father just really admired the great artists of the Renaissance." He takes away a damaged piece and replaces it with a new one.

"What's your name?"

You hesitate, but it's not like this nugget of information would tell him much else about yourself, so you tell him.

You watch as he repeats it slowly in a low voice, testing how it feels in his voicebox.

"That's a nice name."

"Psst. Maybe," You say, "But nobody really calls me that anymore. These days, when I meet someone they usually just call me something like 'Ghost'."

"The Ghost?" He asks, confused.

"Yep, you know." You sigh. "Last human on the wasteland and all." He thinks for a moment, then nods in understanding.

"So you're the one who built this robot body you're in right now?" You question him, looking back in his eyes, sensors? It felt weirdly personal, so you averted your gaze.

"I built this battle robot once, his name was Metalhead" He nods and hums as he explains, "But he got destroyed, so I made another one. I would never have thought it'd end up saving my life but, here we are."

"Cool." You say. "Not the your body getting destroyed part but, erhm, you know..." You rub the back of your neck with your good hand, cringing at the way your own voice sounded. Who knew spending years only talking to an AI assistant would put such a damper on your social skills.

"What about the voice that came through the speakers early?" He points at the speakers. Seaking of the devil...

"It's rude to talk about someone that's listening." Bertha chirps in, Donnie looks flustered for a second and starts to stutter out an apology.

"That's Bertha,sdon't mind her. She's my AI assistant." You answer. "I programmed her so she could be my lookout and auto-pilot."

"Just your lookout and auto-pilot?" She feigns hurt. "And here I thought we were actual friends." You roll your eyes and smile at Bertha's dramatics. Donatello watches the exchange in amusement.

"That's resourceful. No wonder you survived so long in the desert." He points out.

You give him a small smile.

"You know," Donatello says after a moment, "It's been a long time since I've had a conversation with anyone other than my brother."

"What happened to him?"

His hands still.

"Oh brother, we were ambushed by a gang of savages, then I lost consciousness." He admits. "When I came back online I was, well, here. I hope he's okay out there."

You grunt, shifting in your chair. "Seems like you two have made it pretty far. Can he take care of himself?"

"It's not that," Donnie says, his voice is quieter this time "He's lost most of his memories before the bomb. I'm worried about what could happen to him... but mostly, what could happen to anybody in his way."

Stealing a look at your own wall, your eyes find the lonely picture frame of you back in high school, surrounded by your father and friends, the only spec of your old life you had left at this point. You sigh, letting your gaze fall on the ground as you reflect.

"Do you have any idea where to start searching?" You finally look at him as he inspects your fingers in his own.

"Once the winds die down I could try to triangulate his location." He puts your hand down, inspecting his work.

"Sounds like a good start." You answer, wanting to add that you would help, you before you could speak again, he had already finished.

"And there you have it!" He spins the screwdriver in his hands before placing it in your toolbox. "A not so brand new robotic arm, but completely functional nonetheless."

You flex your fingers. The movement feels smoother than before, as if you had never even been shot.

You glance at him. "Thank you, Donatello."

His head tilts slightly, almost as if he's smiling. "You're welcome."

He looks at you, waiting for you to add anything else. The moment lingers longer than it should as you don'treally know what else to say.

He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head. "So, how did this even happen?" He looks at your prosthetic arm, but you can also see him glance at the bullet marks in Bertha's plating.

"Savages." You say, keeping your voice even. "Had a run-in with them, too."

He waits expectantly. You rub your neck.

"Are you going to elaborate?" Donatello asks, more confused than annoyed.

"Hmm. Nope." You shake your head.

"Oh, okay." You chuckle at his response, half expecting him to press, but glad he took the hint.

You get up, popping your joints and gathering your tools.

"Well, it's getting late, and I've had a full day, so..." You let out a yawn and point towards your room.

"Oh, right! Seems like this storm isn't going to die down anytime soon."

"Do you need anything?" You cross your arms, and shift your weight from one foot to the other.

"I'll be fine, you've already done enough for me. Thanks." Donatello replies.

"Right." A long silence stretches between you, filled only by the howling wind outside and the occasional scrape of debris against the trailer. The storm rages on, the moment feels awkward, but for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel so alone. "Aight, imma head off now."

"Good night."

"Good night, Donatello." You close the door to your room behind you.

[soupofturtle]

TMNT Multiverse Crossover idea: Nomadverse

The Nomadverse as a concept is basically that there is a pantheon of gods made in the image of various incarnations of the TMNT who oversee different things in the multiverse. It also follows the people they effect with their actions.

Given how huge the TMNT franchise is, only a few sets of gods will get strong focus and some may get redundant titles. I'll just be focusing on introducing some of the sets that I've developed more, the others may be brought up later if I continue posting about this idea.

Certain aspects might be changed as things become more developed.

2012

Atlas, god of multiversal stability (Leo)

Appearance: The silhouette of a 2012 Leo strung up by cyan strings all over his body. His eyes are each a cyan, diamond-shaped eyes and the times when his mouth is visible it is made up of cyan diamond shapes. He also has 3 pairs of arms.

Personality: Cold, emotionally distant to everyone, and most people find him needlessly cruel.

Scope of Domain: Is basically a top god due to his domain giving him influence and knowledge on just about everything. He is also fully meta-aware.

Room: A endless void full of nothing but the countless cyan strings binding him within.

Common power manifestation: Him using his powers is usually accompanied by him tugging on the strings binding him.

Motivation: Story-given motivation is that he's lashing out at creators in spite, but he's actually aware he's just the designated villain in this AU and goes through the motions.

Quirk: He has no sense of smell, taste, or touch, and he will process things in the medium they were originally made in (so while the other gods and characters will look at a text-based universe and see images, he will only be reading the text).

Minos, god of animals (Raph)

Appearance: Can shapeshift into any animal species he wants, but he usually defaults to his base form with deer antlers and ears, yellow eyes that function like a cat's (shifts from round to thin), sharp canines, pigeon wings, tiger tail, and his appendages are sharp. He also tends to wears a rich red cloak that covers up the majority of his torso and limbs.

Personality: Slightly more melancholic than the average Raph when he's not facing high-stakes situations. He tries to be kind to anyone who has been victimized and will provide them a space where they can recover. He saves the typical rage a Raph has for when he's facing against evil people, who he will be willing to tear apart in defense of the innocent.

Scope of Domain: Technically has influence over all living things that aren't plants, both in being able to change their physical form or minds, but he doesn't like altering minds.

Room: Has all the different ecosystems for all species to live in so it is basically endless, but the spot he and his servant gods call home is a farmhouse located near a meadow and forest. It is full of various animals he's saved, or villains that he turned into helpless animals, he also uses it as a place for traumatized individuals to get some animal therapy or to temporarily hold populations until their worlds are safe to return to.

Motivation: To try and help people and animals escape bad situations.

Deucalion, servant god of uplifted beings (Slash)

Appearance: Looks like a typical 2012 Slash but he now wears a black toga with only one strap going over a shoulder and some cloud-like patterns.

Personality: Is fairly close to how the typical 2012 Slash is post-redemption. Normally tries to be kind but does not take it well whenever he sees somebody try and destroy the sapience of someone else, which includes people who try to force retromutagen on mutants that started as ordinary animals, he also has a bone to pick with any other version of Slash that chooses to remain evil.

Scope of Domain: Oversees basically any species that would be considered 'uplifted' from their previous forms, mutants are the most common case.

Common power manifestation: Usually accompanied by a show of white light.

Motivation: To help Minos and any innocents that he encounters that are in need of protection.

Argus, servant goddess of domestic animals (Ice Cream Kitty)

Appearance: Now has fully formed back legs again, peacock wings, and wears a red collar with a gold circle tag.

Personality: Could be summarized as a mischievous trickster, while most versions of the turtles and their allies don't have to worry about her turning on them because she views them affectionately, basically anyone else is fair game for her doing drastically dangerous 'pranks' if they do something to get on her bad side. Sometimes you don't even have to directly interact with her to achieve being on her bad side, hurting someone she cares about is enough for her to turn on you.

Scope of Domain: Oversees any species that is considered domesticated, like pets or farm animals. She can also forcefully 'domesticate' wild things or those with a human level of intelligence.

Common power manifestation: If she uses her 'domesticating' powers on someone, then they get a collar on their neck.

Motivation: Mostly just trying to have fun, but also feels a actual sense of anger when facing certain villains that would've otherwise gotten away with it.

Orthros, servant god of the wild (Chompy)

Appearance: Is basically his Mutant Apocalypse form.

Has basically the same personality as canon Chompy, though being the target of his rage is now much more obviously terrifying due to him being physically full-grown.

Scope of Domain: Oversees any species or individual of a species that is considered a wild and untamed animal, as well as any people who have returned to a feral state.

Common power manifestation: Magic is usually represented through flames.

Motivation: Mostly just following Minos, Deucalion, and Argus.

Eros, mad god of love (Donnie)

Appearance: Body is almost fully purple with sketchy black outlines. His eyes are fully hot pink with heart shaped irises with no pupils, circular hot pink blush marks, inside of mouth is fully black aside from a pink heart that represents his tongue, he also has a hot pink heart on his chest. He also has a pair of wings.

Personality: Eccentric. His morality is based on who has the stronger love in a group of people, meaning he will sometimes encourage the victory of toxic relationships due to one person being obsessed with the other person. He doesn't mean to do harm, but his insanity prevents him from recognizing the times when he does do harm. He rarely gets angry, basically the only time he will get angry is if someone takes the word love in vain (like when a relationship completely lacks love but at least one person in it will claim it is love anyway).

Scope of Domain: Doesn't just oversee romantic love, he rules over every form of love there can be.

Room: A chaotic city full of a wild mish-mash of symbols associated with love.

Common power manifestation: Will often pull out a bow and arrow when he's about to use his powers directly on someone, if he simply enchants a object then it is usually accompanied by pink colored magic and heart symbols.

Motivation: Believes love should always win in the end.

Quirk: He can actually see the love people have in their hearts in the form of flowers growing on their body. These flowers vary in color and species based on who or what the love is connected to.

Hypnos, god of dreams (Mikey)

Appearance: Has wings that look like a rainbow version of a monarch butterfly's as well as a pair of butterfly antennae. His freckles are now a glowing golden color and he has a small cartoonish golden crown floating around his head.

Personality: More melancholic than the average 2012 Mikey. He has a low self-esteem despite actually being very intelligent. He's also very kind and wants to make others who are struggling feel supported through their troubles instead of being ignored.

Scope of Domain: Oversees dreams as in what you see when you go to sleep, daydreams, or your ambitions and desires. He also technically rules over the subconscious as a whole.

Room: Normally is a pastel cloud heaven in a style akin to a show for little kids, as well as rainbows and other random little objects being scattered around the place. It will change according to Hypnos' emotional state.

Common power manifestation: Magic manifests as clouds of golden sand.

Motivation: Wants to give people a listening ear for their problems and a place where they can go to escape from the issues of the waking words.

Rise

Pluto, god of death (Raph)

Appearance: Looks like a normal Rise iteration of Raph but with a black hooded cape that looks slightly raggedy and the ends move as if alive. He wears the movie version of his gear except the badge on his belt is replaced with a skull shaped one.

Personality: Basically the same as any Rise Raph, though with slightly more anxiety.

Scope of Domain: He not only oversees typical death, he also oversees death of personality situations and cases where a world gets deleted. His room is literally full of doors leading to the afterlives of those whose worlds got deleted.

Room: Is a hall with endless layers of doors representing worlds that got deleted.

Common power manifestation: Magic manifests as a smokey black.

Motivation: To help give comfort to those undeserving of death but are still being given it anyway by the narrative, as well as try and help those whose worlds got deleted.

Quirk: Can literally see when people will die in the form of the date on a rectangle above their heads.

Sol, god of art (Mikey)

Appearance: Generally looks like he's splattered with paint on more parts of his body, has a sunny glow to him along with a sun-themed halo around his head, and his clothes are a fancier looking version of a painter's smock with gold lining.

Personality: More-or-less the same as a typical Rise Mikey, but the artistic side of him is his most dominating interest.

Scope of domain: All forms of art, whether it be from physically making something, a type of performance, decorating, etc.

Room: A art gallery with endless space for his works or works he liked from worlds he visited.

Common power manifestation: Usually manifests his magic through art mediums like paint.

Motivation: To encourage artists and see all the wonders the multiverse has to offer.

Quirk: Instead of blood, he bleeds paint and will start to slightly melt if exposed to too much water.

Jointly known as the Twins:

Shared Room: A circus tent with a theater stage at the center.

Thales, mad god of comedy (Leo)

Appearance: Outfit is a navy blue and gold highlights circus ringleader outfit with the right side of his face being covered by half of a comedy mask that looks like it is made from the same material as mirrors. The uncovered half of his face is done up with clown makeup. His left wrist has a bright red ribbon tied around it that binds him to Melpomene.

Personality: Is a little similar to Eros due to their shared 'mad god' status. He does understand typical morality though, he just chooses to ignore it in preference to pursuing what he wants to do anyway. He unwittingly causes harm a lot (particularly emotional harm), though he normally doesn't see it as a big deal and doesn't understand why people are so upset with what he does. Loves chaos as comedy and figures that anything is comedic if it is seen by the right person.

Scope of Domain: All forms of comedy, including ones that have fallen out of favor.

Common power manifestation: The only consistent thing is that it is flashy.

Motivation: Wanting to make people happy and to personally have fun, his methods are a bit destructive of misguided.

Melpomene, god of tragedy (Donnie)

Appearance: Heavily themed after a mime with the left side of his face being covered by half of a tragedy mask that looks like it is made from the same material as mirrors. His right wrist has a bright red ribbon tied around it that binds him to Thales.

Personality: Depressive, but the thing that will make him angriest is people who he sees as ungrateful for what they have or those who do awful things knowingly and get away with it (the sole exception to this is Thales and even then he does still get angry if Thales does something he can't justify even slightly).

Scope of Domain: All causes of tragedy and despair.

Motivation: To make the ungrateful or monstrous people of the multiverse suffer.

IDW

General: Designs I imagine them with are the Sophie Campbell art style.

Kannon, god of redemption (Leo)

Appearance: Has a white and light blue version of a Buddhist monk robe and his mask has become a very light blue color, has white wrappings on his wrists and legs. He also has a red circle on his forehead and a red dragon tattoo on one arm.

Personality: Patience of a saint, tries to be understanding of everyone and doesn't believe anyone is truly beyond redemption, some people just dug themselves into deep holes that will be a difficult process to dig them out of it.

Scope of Domain: Redemption, even for the absolute worst individuals, he will not give up but also will try to minimize harm.

Room: A serene temple with gardens.

Common power manifestation: Magic is usually a glowing white color.

Motivation: Wants to help villains redeem themselves because he believes that everyone, including the villains themselves, will be happier that way.

Onryō, god of vengeance (Raph)

Appearance: Main body has turned snow white with a sketchy black outline that gets more sketchy the more upset he is. Eyes are almost fully red except for black pupils and a outline to show his iris, inside of mouth is red as well. Mask is still red and is ragged on the ends, he also has dark red armor.

Personality: Is always at least a little angry, his best moods come from him being happy when someone evil has been made to suffer horribly. He genuinely believes in justice, but is blind to when he takes it too far and causes too much damage. Doesn't believe in forgiveness after someone has deeply hurt you physically or mentally.

Scope of Domain: Vengeance in all forms, which allows him to have influence over basically anything as long as he does it with the desire to fulfill vengeance. Also could be considered a god of anger, war, and justice.

Room: A war room full of various weapons.

Common power manifestation: Magic either manifests in the form of a red liquid resembling to blood or flames.

Motivation: Wants to help others get vengeance on those who wronged them, but his methods are very destructive.

Ishikori-dome no Mikoto, god of metalworking (Donnie)

Appearance: Defaults to giant size with a black mourning shroud covering most of his body.

Personality: One of the more reclusive gods, he's rarely seen outside of his room in the Pantheon and typically tries to avoid interacting with the multiverse unless certain cases catch his eye.

Scope of Domain: All forms of metalworking fall under his domain, including making technology, jewelry, weapons, etc.

Room: Is a massive forge full of his creations and a hole that is constantly producing metal ore.

Motivation: Just wants to be left alone most of the time.

Quirk: If you hit him, he'd be unaffected while your hand would be broken.

Tajimamori, god of celebrations (Mikey)

Appearance: Just has a outfit resembling Toad Baron's.

Personality: Puts on a mask of happiness for mortals or other gods that he's trying to cheer up, but inside he's actually a more melancholic Mikey.

Scope of Domain: All holidays, birthdays, and any other kind of celebrations. Can also influence people into being in more of a partying mood, but doesn't like using that ability.

Room: A massive banquet hall with various attached rooms full of activities for people to enjoy.

Motivation: To make people happy.

Ame-no-Uzume, servant goddess of distractions (Alopex)

Appearance: Has a orange and yellow outfit resembling a magician's assistant, though she will often change her outfit to various other ones.

Personality: Similar to Tajimamori in that she will wear a more upbeat mask to cover up her actual feelings of being frustrated and upset most of the time. Reverts to the behaviors of a assassin and using her powers to that end if someone has made her angry enough.

Scope of Domain: Can influence basically anything so long as she has the intention of causing a distraction. Can also magically compel people into turning their attention to something else.

Common power manifestation: Is always flashy.

Motivation: Usually intervenes to try and help people escape bad situations or she wants to punish a evil person.

Onna-Musha, servant goddess of fights (Angel)

Appearance: Basically is always in her Nobody armor but with the additions of a orange loincloth and sash on her chest.

Personality: More hot-blooded and fight-happy than canon IDW Angel.

Scope of Domain: All types of fighting sports or commonplace events that leads to fights, also low-key related to wars.

Motivation: To protect the innocent or give underdogs a extra edge in a fight.

Omoikane, goddess of sounds (Jennika)

Personality: Go-with-the-flow type, has a kind heart, but her more aggressive side will come out if she sees innocent people getting hurt and will give her aid either as a distraction or violent defense when she sees those situations happen.

Scope of Domain: All forms of sounds, including voices, music, any other kind of sound, and things most people can't hear. Can enchant any sound to be able to influence reality or minds.

Room: A concert hall with some attached rooms for each band member to have a personal space with each one themed around their individual domains, and one garage.

Common power manifestation: Soundwaves are made visible if she's feeling dramatic enough to add a effect, this is shared by Den-den Daiko, Nagoya, Shamisen, and Kabuki.

Motivation: Wants to give people solace through music or uses her music to empower people either emotionally or literally.

Den-den Daiko, goddess of drums (Diamond)

Scope of Domain: Any type of drum or source of a drumming noise. Can enchant any drum so that playing it can influence reality and minds.

Nagoya, god of keyed instruments (Jay)

Scope of Domain: Any type of keyed instrument, can enchant these instruments so that playing them can influence reality and minds.

Shamisen, goddess of guitars (Jo)

Scope of Domain: Any type of guitar, can enchant any guitar so that playing it can influence reality and minds.

Kabuki, goddess of voices (Koya)

Personality: Same as canon.

Scope of Domain: Singing, speaking. Can alter the sound of voices to the point she can mute them or make them/herself sound exactly like someone or something else. She can also enchant a person's voice so that speaking/singing can alter reality or minds.

Dōsojin, goddess of travel (Tusk)

Personality: Rough, quiet to people outside of her band, but kind-hearted enough to try and help people who are lost and would've otherwise met with a horrible fate.

Scope of Domain: Can basically teleport anyone anywhere, whether through taking them there through a vehicle ride (her preferred method) or teleporting them there. She can also spontaneously summon various means to travel or influence existing vehicles.

Motivation: Usually acts to help people who are lost, specifically those she knows won't ever be able to go home for one reason or another otherwise. Normally she just follows the rest of the band.

Quirk: She can see the fastest route to get anywhere like a built-in GPS in her brain.

Omoikane and her band's appearance defaults to the outfits they wore during their concert performance in the comics.

Izanami, goddess of rebirth (Venus)

Appearance: Has her post-becoming whole appearance. She wears a white and light blue kimono and veil, plus has a mask-like cyan marking around her eyes. Her eyes are also usually light blue with white pupils.

Personality: Quiet and tends to keep to her own business, but isn't actively reclusive.

Scope of Domain: She can give new life to the dead by either arranging for their souls to go to a developing body or straight up crafting it for them. She can also shape the bodies of those still living as if they were made out of clay. She can also alter memories, either wiping them away to give fresh starts or implanting false ones.

Room: Is mostly a serene garden with a large clear blue lake with a pottery space that Izanami uses to make new bodies for souls seeking rebirth or a direct return to life.

Motivation: To help those who've been left disembodied or give villains a second chance without letting them continue to cause harm.

Quirk: Whenever she suffers a notable injury, illness, or something that should kill her, she will literally shed her entire body and make a new one within less than a second.

Benzaiten, goddess of time (Lita)

Appearance: Her future self's appearance with the outfit she was wearing upon entering the present time to change it, but with some changes. The outfit is mainly shades of blue, the crest on her chest is replaced a stylized clock, the fabric tied around her waist is white and has some small timekeeping devices tied to it, she also lacks the knots on the brown fabric at the bottom of her pantlegs (the fabric is also white now), the whole thing generally looks less ragged too.

Personality: Anxious, the only god who absolutely refuses to use her powers in any circumstances, largely isolates herself from the other gods.

Scope of Domain: Can influence time in all sorts of ways. She could turn it back, pause it, make it go fast forward, create a time loop, take things from different time periods and summoning them into another, de-age or rapidly age individual beings/items, fuse people with their counterparts from different timelines, etc. She refuses to use any of these powers though.

Room: A space full of timepieces and orbs that show her what events are going on in any world at any time regardless of whether or not she wants to see them.

Motivation: [REDACTED]

Quirk: Can take on any form Lita has ever had, as well as having the memories and personalities of them.

2003

Freyr, god of water (Leo)

Appearance: Looks more like a sea turtle mutant

Personality: Close to canon, though is able to relax a little easier than him. Is introverted but fine with interacting with others.

Scope of Domain: Rules over all bodies and sources of water. Can manipulate water, including making it freeze or turn into water vapor. Also has the ability to communicate with aquatic creatures.

Room: A beach whose ocean gets influenced by his emotional state.

Motivation: Just wants to live in peace.

Quirk: Bleeds water.

Logi, god of fire (Raph)

Appearance: Looks like a golem version of himself that is made out of volcanic rock with fiery eyes and inside his mouth, as well as some cracks in his body glowing red like magma.

Personality: Very aggressive to the point that his best mood is still typically grumpy, usually only looks happy when fighting and winning.

Scope of domain: Rules over all sources of heat. Can make volcanoes appear in random places or cause things to spontaneously combust in flames. Can also take heat away from something.

Room: A tropical island with a volcano at its center, said volcano sometimes erupts when he's upset enough.

Motivation: Wants to try and use his powers to do good, but it is hard when they are so reactive to his volatile emotions.

Jord, god of earth (Donnie)

Appearance: Looks like a golem made out of brown colored stone.

Personality: Close to canon.

Scope of domain: Can shape rocks into water form he wants, including making regular rocks into precious gemstones.

Room: A land of barren rocks and mountains, with the ground shifting or earthquakes coming in response to his emotional state.

Motivation: Just wants to live in peace.

Njǫrd, god of wind (Mikey)

Appearance: He got a big pair of white wings and he has what appears to be clouds covering his neck, wrists, and the backs of his feet.

Personality: Close to canon.

Scope of domain: Rules over the sky and weather, as well as the composition of air. Can also affect gravity and communicate with flying creatures.

Room: A endless sky with weather effected by his mood, the only source of land are cliffs whose bases are obscured by fog, he's never figured out if there is a actual main ground or if the cliffs are actually free-floating.

Common power manifestation: Looks like clouds.

Motivation: Wants to live his life freely and have fun.

[kissbeginswithkay]

Watching 2012 TMNT (aka peak TV) again and I have so much to say. I'm gonna combat the writer's weird romance stuff with ✨headcanons✨ (spoilers for season 2 in here!)

Leo doesn't have a crush on his (unknown for season 1 and 2, maybe season 3??) stepsister, (s)he wants to be her! Leo thinks Karai is pretty and realizes she might be a girl. April is a good friend, but Karai is cool, she's got a (literally) metal style, with a kickass hairstyle and rocker makeup. Leo wants to be as confident as her, as a girl!

I actually do ship Casey and April together, they have much more chemistry just from Casey's first appearance rather than how long Donnie and April have been friends. I'm lowkey a big fan of jealous Donnie though, it just fits him somehow. Not creep/stalker Donnie though, too creepy :(. Like I can understand that he doesn't know how to express his feelings for her, but I don't like this portrayal of him, he's not like in any other series! (As far as I know, I've only watched this and Rise, but I feel like I would've seen people talk about it if it happened in other TMNT series.) I don't ship Casey and Donnie either, I like the bromance between Casey and Raph much more. Casey and Donnie do Not like each other at first, cause they're both fighting for April (which is so ridiculous)

Also Casey writes in his diary that April is someone close to him! That's so sweet, whether it's romantic or not, (even if the intention is romantic) they have a really good bond.

Not liking how April will make Donnie believe he has a chance when he doesn't with kissing him, but I do believe she genuinely calls out for him because she knows he'll come for her fast, whether she's aware of his feelings for her or not (she probably is :/)

Also I'm watching season 2 episode 8 right now and why are they making Derp!April freaky???

I'm sad that Raph lost Spike, I wish he didn't turn into Slash, I think Spike was a great pet to show Raph's softer side, and a good constant in his day to day when his brothers were pissing him off. He literally starts destroying stuff now that Spike isn't around in season 2 episode 9!

I love how much Raph loves Mikey (AS BROTHERS!!! i feel like I have to clarify cause the amount of brother shippers is too many, and y'all aren't welcome on my page) like any time Mikey gets hurt Raph is the first one to notice and scream "Mikey!" I love their younger sibling dynamic since they act the most like siblings (though Leo, Donnie, and Mikey got their part of teasing their siblings)

Casey is so punk, you know he DIY'ed all the stuff he has, especially with the makeshift electrocuter. And wearing both face paint and a mask? Hell yeah! I wanna read more on punk history and why people wear a mask rather than Casey's reason of "cause it's cool!"

yeah I love this show despite all its problems, I enjoyed it when I was younger and I still love it now

okay let me actually keep watching instead of trying to write this post and watch at the same time LOL, I've gotten through 4+ episodes trying to write this post. This hallucination episode is scary cause imagining it in the perspective of people who experience hallucinations irl,

[whattraintracks]

It's reaction time

Space Invaders - Part 1

oh gosh is Zanroman gonna say they want to bathe in blo—

oh wait it's okay it's just the "sweet nectar of victory"

. . .

oh, look! prosthetic arm!

the sword slash effect is new

why are they playing video games upside down??? bat behavior

"Don boy" oh that's adorable

"relax, spacinator, it's not the end of the world"

uhm

it might be

love that April's practicing with the punching bag

she's gotta at least try to keep up with her little brothers

Splinter: whatever you do, don't—

crickets

Splinter sighing: leave

insert SplinterWhenTeenagers.jpg

if Mikey is anything like me I bet he had R.E.M. stuck in his head this whole episode

how could I have so quickly forgotten how many pop culture references these boys make and how much I love them?

aaaaand 2nd Time Around gets destroyed the second time around

every time April says "don't call me babe" I think of @familyofpaladins 's tmnt Princess Bride au now

but this one is exactly how I imagine she'd say it rolling down the cliff

Raph: Mikey had a good idea? Leo: Mikey had a good idea

doing my boy Mikey dirty

look at this slander

y'all're just bitter he is actually clever and won the Battle Ne—[gets smacked upside the head]

I don't know what it's called but I love how the show plays with angles and panels and like screen width and stuff to frame different scenes it's so fun

Leo sounds so smug and proud when Mikey causes an explosion and he and Don know it was Mikey, I can't

Poor Don

beware, it goeth before the fall and all that

oh man, did the others even notice? April's the only one in that last scene when they take him away

Donny noooooooooo

[jinx295]

TMayNT: Day sixteen

@tmaynt

It was so hard to narrow down my favourite episode of all time, I like so many episodes but I could rewatch the episode slash and destroy from tmnt 2012 and any of the rottmnt episodes a million times. For the 2012 episode, I find it so funny how the three of them are fighting for their life while Leo is having a tea party with a little girl. The angst of Slash basically saying raph is better off without his brothers followed by the comfort at the end when Raph pushes him off a building and the brothers are all safe and reconcile and is my favourite type of trope.

In the idw comic, I love the chunin arc of Leo. I’m really interested in psychology as a whole and the psychological effects that Leo deals with under the trance of Kitsune and after he is out of the state is so interesting to see unveil. How they basically torment him in his mind with his family against him, to the panels when he is talking to his mother and how she helps him break the trance little by little was so interesting to see, especially how Splinter enters too that realm and talks to him.

This arc leads into Donnie becoming metal head as well, which I also love and could write a whole essay about the intensity of it all and the traumatizing perspective of Donnie viewing his own body and adjusting to life as a robot.

[hyacinthstears]

Mystic Odyssey outline/concept

Ithaca - 2012 Leo (Who I will call Dysseus) arrives back home in TMNT 2012. He sits down to explain everything to his family. (aka we go like 20 years into the past to see everything that lead here)

The Cyclops - The Resistance flees from new work to find safety but Raph and Cassandra Die via krang monster and April takes Casey Jr and Leaves.

The Iliad -  The Resistance trades with a city founded by Bishop. He finds out about Mikey's powers and kidnaps him. The Resistance declares war to get him back. It lasted 10 years. During the final battle Leo finds Mikey and Mikey tells him he has to kill a child who had been given his powers so he doesn't destroy the world one day. Leo kills the kid. Donnie blows up the city then Dies. and the now vengeful ghost of the dead kid (Slash) puts Leo in a coma. Mikey then Fucks off to make a city for the survivors. (I plan on fleshing this out more to make it more like the og Iliad story)

The Odyssey - Dysseus got stuck in rottmnt around when the Iliad started, but he had no idea that was happening. He did nothing for like 10 years until he decided to go off and try and find something. He finds Yuichi and he takes him to live in a refugee camp for like a year until Slash forces them to run cause he thought Dyssues was Leo and started Attacking killing people.

Sylla - They travel more and get attracted by stuff and more people die (slash attacks them too.)

Circe - They meet Mikey and he turns half of Dysseus’s crew to stone. He gets Magic blood from Mikey's dead Family so he can win. He does but the magic blood runs out ig and Dysseus is powerless. Mikey is reminded of his Leo so he tries to get him to stay but he doesn't want to so they make a deal. He goes down to the hidden city to get the crying titan (a power source). If he comes back his crew will be returned, if he doesn't he’s probably dead.

Underworld(Hidden City) - They go to the hidden city. It’s overrun by Krang and pretty much a death trap. Dyssues and Yuichi spent 3 years there. 

They fight siren like monsters

They fight Slash.

They FInd Draxum who points them the way and tells them not to kill (Not go near?) so Cannibal people that live down here, if they do they will have to face Slash.

They fight Charybdis 

Some of Dysseus's (crew/him) kill and or go near the cannibals and everyone but Yuichi and Dysseus die.

Dysseus Goes ape shit. Kills a ton of stuff, screams at slash and gets the crying titan.

(Somehow???) They get back to Mikey and give him the titan to power the city. Dysseus realizes that while yes he needs to stop being so merciful during war he can’t lose himself like Mikey did.

Phaeacians(Basically the things are finally going my way arc) - They get Mikey to agree to rebuild the resistance to try and kill Krang prime and or nope out to another dimension. This all takes 7 years 

They find old lady April, Casey Jr and (at some point maybe here) Baxter Stockboy, and they get them to agree to rebuild.

They fight the Krang and stuff for a while.

They realize it is truly too late so they come up with Plan Ithaca. Aka fuck off to Dyssuse dimension and make a new home there.

They get there (Yipy)  

Also Leo wakes up from his coma and takes up the role of general again.

Calypso - the story ends and Dyssues’s Family is flabbergasted. They try and get him to leave the resistance and go back to being a ninja so this can go back to normal (despite the fact that he’s in his thirds now while his brothers aren't even 16 yet)

Killing the suitors - they finally leave Dyssues be and decide to join him in the fight (Now it’s against the US government, 2012 krang, 2012 shredder, and random Krang zombies that made it through the big old rift that got them here in the first place.)

The End… holy shit I finished the outline for this wack ass story.

... god I hope this makes since. this has been kinda been a passion project tbh, as much as I love my Bird AU, Lost and scared, and dark Ninpo... Mystic Odyssey, Leo's Descent and one I haven't posted about called Performers Garden really have my heart, love and attention!

[thefiercest]

TMNT: Tang Shen

You know, when you think about it...Tang Shen is the real hero in the TMNT 2012. Think about it, without her, there would be no TMNT!

The woman sacrificed her own life, to save her husband and her daughter's future! Without Shen's brave act, Splinter would have died that night, then he never would have gone to New York and adopted four baby turtles.

There would be no Earth! The Kraang would have gotten April because she had no Donnie to protect her and the whole world would have been destroyed!

Casey would have probably ended up dead, because his dumbass can't stay out of trouble, and he had no Raphael to look out for him!

Karai would have probably ended up being Shredder's daughter forever, never learning the truth and turn into a cold bloody villain like him because she had no Leo to care about her!

Leatherhead would have been the only mutant in New York and ended up being lost in his anger because he had no Mikey to help heal him! There would also be no Slash because there would be no Raphael which means, the Mighty Mutanimals would never exist!

Monalisa would have stayed in space fighting in war forever and probably never find her true love because her true love was Raphael.

Tang Shen made all of it possible by sacrificing herself! She is the center of everything! She is the reason; the turtles came to be! So, in a way, Shen gave birth to them more than that stupid mutagen jar did! Because if it wasn't for her, there would be no Splinter following a stranger into an alley and accidently getting mutated!

Call her mom, Mikey and not that broken glass jar!

She is not just the center of the rivalry between Splinter and Shredder but also the center of the whole show! Which is why, I think it sucks that she was only in one episode when they had a chance to add her again in the End Times episode! They could have had a ghost Shen helping out with ghost Splinter! But no, of course not, because why would they? >:(

Karai could have finally met her mom and the turtles could get closure for not being able to save the woman who was technically their mother as well and their father's true love. Can you imagine how they must have felt? I bet they were still carrying that burden. Mikey and Donnie's faces when they saw her dead with their own eyes, and all their faces as Splinter screamed like he was dying. Out of all the traumas these turtles have gone through, witnessing their mother (and father's) murder by the same man, was probably what stuck with them throughout their lives. I think Shen's is worst though and I say that because with Splinter's death, the turtles had no control over that but with Shen's death, they could have told her what was about to happen but didn't because they feared for the future.

Still, in the end, they tried to save her, even though they knew it could risk everything but failed.

Some people think that the turtles sacrificed Shen but they didn't. Like, did you guys not see them running in and Raph calling out to her, trying to stop her? They loved and cared about that woman so much. You can see it if you look closely, the future was not the only thing they were worrying about but Shen as well.

I know that the turtles never met her and never got to know her and are not related to her but that does not make her any less their mother. As I see it, she 100% is. Just because they never got to know her personally, does not mean they did not love her through the stories Splinter probably told them about her or wonder what it would be like if she was around to help raise them. I think their relationship with Shen, is similar to Karai's relationship with her. Never knowing her but still loving her and wishing she was here. Carrying her with them.

If Shen was in the End Time, you can not tell me she would not have called them, her sons and say she was very proud of them and Karai.

I can see Leo apologizing to her, feeling a lot of guilt. Raph only staring at her, unsure of what to say and Shen helping him with that. Donnie trying to explain their reasonings even though he felt like no reason would be good enough. Mikey hugging her while crying. Shen giving Karai a piece of wisdom that she could carry with her always.

I would have loved to see that and Shen telling them that she was happy to give her life, for her children, like any real mother would.

[cjthestoryteller]

Sneak Peek

Chapter 51 – Feelings

Without his T-phone, Raphael had no idea just how much time had elapsed since the cavern had partially collapsed on top of them. What the red-clad turtle did know was that the minutes ticked by far slower when one was trapped inside a cramped space. It felt like days had passed, when in all actuality, it had probably only been an hour or so. Maybe not even that long…

Leaning his back against what used to be the entrance of the cavern, Raphael glanced around the enclosed space and let out a melancholy sigh. For years, he had come to this place, and now, there was barely anything left of it.

It seemed almost fitting.

He and Spike had spent so much time here. It was kind of like their special space.

But now that Spike was gone, it didn’t feel right to come here anymore.

Too many memories…

Yes, it was definitely fitting that the place had been destroyed.

It was for the best really…

Less chance to relive the past…

Heart growing heavier by the second, Raphael gazed over at his little brother, who was currently curled up on his right side.

The conversation between the two turtles had been minimal thus far. So minimal, Donatello had drifted off to sleep some time ago. While at first, Raphael had thought this was a good thing, he was now starting to worry about his genius brother.

If Donnie had a concussion, wasn’t it best for him to stay conscious?

Raphael couldn’t remember all the concussion protocols, but he was pretty sure keeping the person awake was one of them.

Could letting Donatello get some rest being doing him more harm than good?

To be continued soon…

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[fabuloustrash05]

I feel this is also the perfect time to mention that Slash’s voice actor was in the Goonies as well!

Sean Astin (Raphael) played Mikey (Left) and Corey Feldman (Slash) played Mouth (Right)

Bruh I'm losing my mind

I was watching some Scooby Doo and Guess who and Sean Astin (aka 12 Raph's voice actor) makes an Appearance

All I hear is Raph solving mysteries with the Scooby Gang

Have you ever seen The Goonies or 50 First Dates. It’s kinda funny watching them after watching TMNT 2012 especially when you’re familiar with 2012 Raphael’s voice lolol

[turtlesreborntmnt]

How Many Years Have Past Since the Beginning of the Series?

This isn't super official or anything (and can probably be retconned because comic book timelines be like that).  But I decided to track how many years have passed since issue 1. I'm doing this by tracking Christmas's, New Years, or just when it snows.

[2014 / TMNT #001 - MICR #002]

We obviously start from the beginning, and quickly go to the new year with the Michelangelo Micro Series, where he sneaks into a New Year's party. How the hell is it 2014? I'll get to that when we hit 2016.

[2015 / TMNT #006 - TIME #004]

So from Issue 6 to the end of the Turtles in Time miniseries we don't see any snow, but we do see the seasons change to fall during Northampton. And since we don't see any mentions of Christmas until Issue 65, I'd imagine another year past. This is further supported by 124 where we see Christmas photos with Slash and Splinter in the church lair, a thing only really possible around this time period.

[2016 / TMNT #038 - UNIV #005]

It's comforting knowing that 2016 was also a bad year for the Turtles with their Dad and all. Not much to say honestly.

Also, in Bebop and Rocksteady Destroy Everything we finally have a year. I doubt the years are considered at all and they just put down 2016 because that's when it was written. But fuck, I'll take it.

[2017 / UNIV #006 - MACR #004]

A lot happens this year, going back to Dimension X, the Triceraton conflict, the Rat King takes his first strike. A very tense time period that ends with a major traumatic event for Raph.

[2018 / TMNT #090 - ANNU 2020]

A relatively calm year accept for CITY AT GODDAMN WAR. We actually don't get to see Christmas this year, however with the time jump to Sophie's run, we see box's full of April's Christmas stuff. Personally I interpret this as Christmas having passed.

[2019 / TMNT #101 - TMNT #124]

The year of The Splinter Clan, and a new beginning for the Turtles. Like previously discussed, 124 is the next Christmas issue.

[2020 / TMNT #125 - TMNT #150]

Then we go from 125 to 150, which both begins and ends withs snow. The year of The Armageddon Game, but arguably more so the year of Venus. Also the year of no Covid for the Turtles. (Also also I think Sophie Campbell just really likes snow. It's in like half of her arcs.)

Idk how to end this.

*burp*

...

uh

cya.