#turtle rush part 6

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Prepared For Anything Pt. 6

Part One, MasterPost

Jason’s been gone for a week and Danny was starting to get a little worried. He hadn’t replied to his calls or texted him back to let him know the memes he’d sent were hilarious or asked if Danny even knew what the meme he’d sent meant(half the time he didn’t. He’d just missed the joy of memes, okay? He didn’t understand this world’s pop culture very well yet). A lot of them involved the bats.

So, Danny did what every good friend did; hacked into the city’s camera’s and tracked him riding down the streets and watching him get eaten by a wall . . .

A secret lair entrance. Cool. That must be where the bats hid out and did all their techy stuff and kept all their detective cork boards and yarn. . .

Underneath an alley? Did that mean their secret hide out was in the sewers? Danny was so going to make a meme involving them and the teenage mutant ninja turtles after he’d rescued Jason. 

Except. . .the cameras didn’t show Jason coming back out of the cave for the whole seven days. Was he still down there? Should he check? If he was still there, then he was probably fine and dealing with a really heavy problem with the others.

Danny’s face screwed up in thought, swirling the mouse on his laptop in circles.

He could just try and portal to him if he latched onto his ecto-signature, but that was really invasive. It was only supposed to be done by Fraid members in extreme circumstances. Skulker was the worst about breaking that rule, having tracked Danny down so often like that in high school.

. . .

Well. . .he and Jason weren’t Fraid, but it was an extreme circumstance. Surely, he’d forgive him.

With that moral conundrum out of the way, Danny straightened and closed his eyes, reaching into his core to help pick out the signature. It easily sensed the fading remains left behind in Jason’s apartment next door, and his eyes snapped open. Jason wasn’t in Gotham at all. Danny got out of his desk chair and hesitated to rip a portal open.

If he portal-ed right to Jason, he would see that he could make portals and be suspicious. Maybe he could aim just to the left of Jason’s signature, to help preserve the secret of his abilities.

Heh. Danny was so good at this. What a genius he was.

Danny began ripping and floating into the Infinite Realms, carefully avoiding pinging exactly onto the signature.

When he floated invisibly through the next portal, wind and snow whipped into his face.

“Aa—pfffth.” Danny threw his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut at the harsh winds, while trying unsuccessfully to blow the hair out of his eyes. Eventually, he remembered to go intangible and used his hands to un-blind himself.

He was in the mountains.

A blizzard blanketed the silhouettes of nearby peaks, casting the scenery in nothing but harsh whites. It was the only reason Danny noticed the carved entrance on the side of a mountain, making it show by the unnatural, manmade ridges and peeks of dark stone where dry snow couldn’t catch hold underneath the edges. 

Making sure Danny remembered to close the portal first, he flew down, noticing people in ninja outfits(?) guarding the way. It was no obstacle for him, of course, and flew in easily under the cover of literally not being able to be seen.

There was shouting within the place and the ringing of swords. It had become a familiar sound since taking blade training from Fright Knight and Pandora. He was okay, he could defend himself with a sword in a pinch, but it was honestly more practical for Danny to just use his powers or fists in most situations.

Jason was here. His voice echoed off the stone walls fitted with torches, like memories that couldn’t quite be grasped, warbling in an eerie way. Ninjas—freakin’ ninjas. Danny was definitely going to make that meme, cause ninjas!—were stationed here and there, but most he saw were rushing to the sounds of fighting growing louder the further Danny traversed.

Was Jason a ninja? What was he doing here? Was he fighting other ninjas?

The tunnel/hallway ended at a pair of large, open double doors, opening into what looked like an arena.

There was Jason! Oh. And Red Robin and Purple and Batman. The Angry Duckling was off to the side in a balcony, viewing box thing with a mean looking lady, cuffed to the floor and unconscious.

Hmm. . .well, that didn’t look good.

Carefully, Danny slipped behind one of the large doors where no one could see him and came into the visible spectrum. He stuck his head out, finding Jason’s bright red helmet again in the crowd of fighting. He straightened as he fully came out and dipped into the fray.

“Whoop. ‘Scuse me.” Danny leaned out of the way of a blade, stepping further in and ducking behind someone with nunchucks. “Pardon, just behind ya there.” The ninja was taken by surprise and spun around so fast, he almost lost balance as he swung out his weapon. Danny caught it and pulled him back to balance. “There ya go.” Danny let go and continued on. “Oop. Careful there. ‘Scuse me. Oh, don’t wanna drop that.” Danny caught the thing someone had been about to let hit the ground and threw it clear across the arena. A smoke bomb went off. “Oh, sorry!” Danny quickly stepped off someone’s foot. “I think you’re bleeding there, Bud.” Danny told someone he passed and stepped over someone lying unconscious on the ground. “Hey, I found someone’s finger!” Danny ducked real quick, grabbed it, and held it above his head. “Anyone missing a finger?! This should be put on ice immediately!” He called out. He dropped his arm when no one seemed to hear or respond to him over the noise.

Ah, well.

He gave it a coating of permafrost just to be nice and dropped it. He was cool like that (Heh) but he wasn’t going to carry it around.

“Excuzee.” Danny said and finally found himself next to Red Hood. “Hey! There ya are, what’s—“

“DANNY?! WHAT THE EVER-LIVING—“ Red Hood deflected a blade and kicked someone in the gut. “HOW?! WHAT?!” Blocked someone and grabbed their wrist and kicked out at another guy. “WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! HOW DO YOU ALWAYS—WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WHAT THE HECK?!”

“Woah! What’s with the hostility?!” Danny side-stepped a guy and cocked his head to the side to avoid a blade before falling down into a squat to avoid a horizontal swipe of a sword, and shooting to standing again. 

“Did you freakin’ stalk us to the Himalaya’s?!”

“Oh, is that where we are—what?! No! I—” Danny cut himself off, realizing he had no idea how to explain how he was here.

“DANNY?! What the frick???!!!!!” Red Robin said in passing as he duelled a swordsman with his bo staff.

“Oh, hey!” Danny waved cheerily, ducking a blow he wasn’t looking at. He spoke to Jason again. “What’s with the ninjas, by the way?”

“Are you kidding me?! Oomph! Get out of here, it’s dangerous!”

“Whaaat.” Danny drawled and moved away from another threat with a smile, to show how silly that statement was. “I’m good. It’s like we’re dancing.”

He heard Jason muttering vehemently under his helmet, mostly about how stupid Danny was. Danny laughed.

“Right?” Danny asked the next guy that tried to kill him, leaning back and leaning in, stepping to the side, and keeping eye contact the whole while. He did a little spin away, kicked a guy away from Hood, and spun back to the first guy, to bend backwards nearly in half. 

“Die!”

“See? He’s having fun too.”

Jason sighed and shot a ninja. “Why are you like this?”

“Do you want me to answer that or are you being rhetorical?”

“Uggghh!”

“So, yeah, anyway, Robin doesn’t look so good?” He tried to prompt Jason into explaining the situation.

“They used a magical artifact to brainwash him and he conked out.”

“That’s so rude!”

“Yeah, I don’t think his mom cares.”

“That’s his mom?!” Danny kicked the guy he’d been dancing with in the crotch, elbowed him in the head when he bowed over, and finished him off with his fists clamped together coming down on his head. “So, what’s the plan?”

Hood glanced at him and gave a heavy, resigned sigh. “I can’t believe this.” He muttered his breath. “You have experience fighting.” A question, statement, and confirmation all at once.

“A little. So?”

“Right now, just worry about—“

The Duckling stirred and sat up. The lady beside him un-cuffed his hands from the floor and he stood.

“My son.” The lady put a hand on his shoulder almost lovingly. Then turned to the ninjas and vigilantes. “Subdue them.”

Disgust and anger grew thick in Danny’s stomach as the Duckling nodded curtly and jumped off the balcony railing. To Danny’s amazement, the Duckling made almost no noise whatsoever as he landed.

Oh. Okay. No. Just no. This was so messed up.

Absently, Danny clocked the ninja he’d been dancing with over the head, stole his weapon, and began carving a bloody path towards where he’d last seen the Duckling. When he found him, he was fighting with Spoiler. She was having a difficult time fending him off without actually fighting him.

Ducking and weaving between ninjas and their weapons, he pulled up just behind Robin. He exhaled sharply as he dodged the blade the smallest vigilante swung at his head.

“Woah, cool it!”

“Danny?!” Spoiler exclaimed.

“Hey, wassup?” Danny drew a dark purple stone half the size of his palm from his pocket and pressed it to the Duckling’s forehead. The vigilante stilled as if in a daze, the tip of his sword lowering to the floor.

“What did you do?!”

“Stop him!” The lady shouted from the balcony.

The ninja’s numbers had decreased dramatically since the fighting began and they all rushed at him. But they were too late. Robin went limp and Spoiler caught him before he could hit the ground.

“Robin’s down, let’s get out of here!” Steph said into her coms, doing her best to protect Robin while fighting off the attackers. 

“Here!” Danny took the Duckling from her and slung him over his shoulder. They ran for the exit, joined by the other vigilantes. They kept Danny and the Duckling in the centre, warding off attackers as they ran as a unit. 

Just as they reached the exit to the arena, Danny looked back at the lady on the balcony jumping after them. “You suck!”

What a strange experience. 

As they ran through the halls, soft, controlled panting surrounded Danny, quiet, trained footsteps barely making an echo. The ninjas attacking and following that were still conscious to do so, were the same. Danny had never had such a quiet fight, or escape attempt with such a large number of people before in his life.

They broke out into open air and frigid, crunching snow. Danny let the others guide him. Batman pressed something on his gauntlet glove things, and out of thin air, a large hangar door lowered to reveal the inside of some sort of aircraft.

Oh, crud.

Now, Danny did like the vigilantes, but he wasn’t too keen on being trapped mid-air in an enclosed space with them. They always had questions he didn’t want to answer, like “How did you get here?” and “Who are you?” and “Where did that come from?” and “How are you still alive?” (So stupid), and he knew they wouldn’t let up even if he said “no”. He’d been lucky before this, having means to escape situations, but if he got on that air-craft, he wasn’t sure how things would go. If they were angry with him for being evasive, or suspicious, there’d be no escape without revealing himself, and things would get. . .

. . .

. . .Really. Annoying.

He refused to be stuck in that situation again. Last time, he was saved by the others’ utter exhaustion and poor medical states of almost dying in a desert. He had a feeling he wouldn’t get a repeat.

Danny let out a disappointed sigh. He would’ve loved to have some time with Orphan. 

But, alas.

So. With a little misleading(fake) stumbling, and a lot of midwestern manners of “ladies first” (circumventing Batman’s attempts to be the last by accidentally pushing falling into him), he tossed the Duckling to Batman just as the ramp was about to close, and jumped out the small crack that was left.

They called after him, the ramp had begun to reopen despite the ninjas clamouring underneath it’s hovering, but he dove into the snow and didn’t reemerge.

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There was either frozen lasagna he could cook up, or leftover half-eaten busy day beef casserole from a week and a half ago that had been forgotten on the counter, and Danny decided he could bare to wait a little while longer to eat. Food poisoning wasn’t really a concern for him anymore, but taste definitely was, and he was pretty sure he would not like the taste of whatever fuzzy thing was growing underneath the half-opened cellophane.

Jason must have left his place in a hurry.

Pulling a wholly disgusted noise from his throat, Danny tugged the casserole off of the surface with as little touching as possible, and dumped the whole thing, tin pan and all, into the garbage can.

Jason would thank him later.

Danny was being so generous to check up on his food—er—his apartment, making sure everything was as it should be in his absence.

Double checking everything in the fridge was okay, Danny dug out the peach cobbler safely tucked in the back, peeled off the lid, and poked at it with a spoon to see how it’s contents had fared. Smelled it. Took a small bite. Took another larger bite just to be sure. And maybe just one more to be doubly safe. A fourth to be super sure—

The door creaked open and Danny spun around, spoon in his mouth.

Oh geez, Jason looked awful.

In the doorway, his friend had paused just over the threshold, looking to be using the doorknob to keep himself steady. It had been a day since he’d last seen him as Red Hood, and his face was a bit haggard, hair mussed with sweat, muscles sagged with exhaustion, and brows furrowed in what Danny could only call distress. 

. . .distress??

Jason stared at the halfa uncomprehendingly.

Danny felt like he was missing something as a heavy weight settled in his gut, an unexpected tension filling the air, as if let in by the draft of the open door. There was a stillness, a gap between them that he felt he should understand, why Jason looked this close to having a breakdown, why it somehow felt like it was Danny’s fault—

. . .

. . .

Oh. . .

Realization dawned.

Danny had Messed Up.

The cold metal had turned warm in his mouth, and he slowly pulled it out, carefully setting it and the pan on the counter. “Uh. . .hi. . .” He greeted weakly, mind scrambling to figure how to resolve the situation, heart palpitating under the stress.

Fighting was one thing, okay? Accidentally distressing people he cared about and not knowing how to fix it was a whole other.

Jason slowly scanned him up and down. 

“. . .Are you. . .ok. . .” Danny choked out.

Okay. . .look. Danny has a completely valid reason for not contacting Jason immediately after he jumped off the aircraft, or when he got home. 

. . .

. . .

. . . He was an idiot. That was his reason.

How was he supposed to know that anyone would care?! His Fraid had long stopped worrying about when he’d disappear, and everyone else, he could safely say, would just watch as he was run over by a bus. (To be fair, Danny had survived that before and had walked away like nothing had happened).

Jason’s face was scarily still. Without a word, without taking his eyes off of Danny, he moved like a zombie to step fully inside and close the door behind him.

“Hey. . .so. . .” Danny didn’t know how to make this better. What was this reaction?! Jason looked a second away from either killing or hugging him! “You were gone a while. . .”

Jason dropped his duffle bag and came towards him. 

Danny had the inexplicable urge to move away from him, but stood his ground as Jason approached like he was seeing a ghost. . .

No! Bad Danny! Not a time for puns!

When he was close enough, Jason reached up and nudged Danny’s shoulder as if testing he was real.

Danny pursed his lips, making the executive decision to let Jason take control of the situation. It was, in no way, because Danny had no clue as to how to proceed.

“H. . .hey. . .” Danny’s voice wavered.

Never-mind. Guess he was going to try anyway.

“S-so. . .I uh. . .” Danny frantically made a small portal behind his back and slipped the solid links of metal around his wrist. “Was wondering where you’d gone, so I could. . .um. . .” Danny awkwardly showed the watch on his wrist. “Show you this. . .thing. . .that I. . .uh. . .found.”

Jason didn’t even glance at it.

Just great! This was going sooo well!! 

“It can. . .teleport. . .people. And maybe other things, I haven’t. . .tested it yet. . .” He trailed off lamely.

Jason remained silent. Staring. Still. So, so still. A stupid clock ticked from somewhere in the living room, doing nothing for Danny’s nerves.

Then, Jason’s expression shifted to something else equally indiscernible, jaw feathering, and chest expanding with a deep breath. He bowed his face into a hand and exhaled harshly.

And then. . .he walked away. . .went into his room. . .and closed the door.

. . .

. . .

Danny threw himself across the counter and internally died. He was going to have to figure out how to make this up to him.

He still made sure the peach cobbler didn’t go to waste.

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[taleeater]

Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.” 

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention. 

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!” 

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape. 

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin. 

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!” 

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman. 

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly. 

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you. 

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle. 

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over. 

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled. 

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them. 

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady. 

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?” 

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold. 

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door. 

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally. 

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased. 

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank. 

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!” 

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface. 

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain. 

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away. 

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed. 

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass. 

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain. 

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass. 

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the glass and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled. 

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions. 

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs. 

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol. 

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were still under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you. 

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?” 

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room. 

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet. 

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved. 

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over. 

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.” 

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. 

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.” 

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab. 

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired. 

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking the girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?” 

Silence. 

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?” 

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate. 

“Mm…hm…” 

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster. 

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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[teojira]

[Together in every universe]

Summary: I'd find him in every universe trope + multiple different Raphaels! (2007,2012,2016,2023)

Word count: 1.7k

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: None that I can think of! Do let me know if I do have to tag something!

A/N: everything I write is extremely self indulgent but this is MAJORLY so, like Jesus christ can you tell I've been attached to him since I was 6?

"Do you think we're together in every universe, Raph?" You mumble softly, your head resting on his shoulder while he breathes deeply, focused on the bike parts in his hand. 

It's a slow day, everyone really doing their own things in their own little parts of the sewers. Mikey and Donnie are working, Leonardo is meditating with Splinter and April and Casey are wedding planning, occasionally sending messages in the family group chat.

He's not really doing anything much with the parts, long past the point of actually trying to fix it, mostly turning them around in his hand. His senses are more attuned to you than anything.

Raph feels your hair brush against him. He fights back a shiver that tries to go through his entire body. He revels in the warmth your body provides, basking it in while he turns his body more so towards you. He snorts softly at your noise of contempt, rolling his eyes as a small smile appears.

"What's with the corny ass question?" God forbid he ever speaks without being a little bit of a dick, but it's part of his charm.

"Ugh, do you think so or not?" You grumble, lifting a fist up to lightly hit him on his shoulder, readjusting yourself to look directly into his eyes.

One of his hands immediately comes to wrap around your waist, sliding your body upwards to comfortably sit on his lap while his other hand none too gently tosses the parts onto the wheel caddy. Resting more of his weight against the weathered down tattered chair, he uses a foot to gently swing it into gentle circles.

Lifting one hand up, he pushes your head back onto his shoulder, resting his head on yours, and hums with content. You can't help but exhale softly, eyes shutting as you brush your fingers against his plastron, gently rubbing the nicks and scratches all over it.

"We are sugar, no doubt about it." With a soft kiss to your temple, he feels your breath even out against his chest and pulls you in just a bit closer. You've always joked that he wants to crawl into your skin, he has no comment.

If you can hear the churring coming out, you make no mention of it.

The bike can wait.

"Raph! I got some extra stuff for Spike. Can I feed him?" You run into the lair excitedly, footsteps loud as you change directions to get to him fast. As you rush to the dinner table, Raphael sits quietly.

Reading a comic that Leonardo left lying around despite him claiming that it was for 'nerds'. Raph never would admit that he's enjoying it, but he's already halfway through before he knows it.

His head shoots up and he lets out a little snort at seeing you bouncing on your heels, your eyes have a twinkle in them while you shake your dominant hand with some fresh greens for the tiny turtle. You're cute standing there, slightly out of breath, even with the sweat on your forehead beading down.

He's never been one to deny you, not of much anyway. It wasn't a secret that he'd let you get away with more than he'd ever let his brothers. He'd let you cling to him at any point but shove Mikey away at the same time, not caring if it got him teasing. (It was worth it to have any contact with you)

"Mmmm, guess so, since you're so excited about it and all." He shrugs with a single shoulder, trying not to show how excited he was.

You were so sweet to him, for no particular reason, and you loved Spike just like he did. He couldn't help but feel his heart clench. He can feel his cheeks warming, bringing a bandaged hand up to rub at it, trying desperately to will it away. 

"Yes! Come on, let's go! I did research and everything to be extra sure that they are safe for him to eat." Grabbing his hand, you're trying to pull him out of his seat with all your might (he finds it funny to watch you struggle). He lifts himself up slowly, enjoying the contact he lets you drag him to his room and to Spike's enclosure.

He's a little embarrassed at the state of his room, almost wanting to drop your hand so he can clean the mess until he realizes you couldn't care less.

You're still holding his hand tightly when you both sit down at the table that Spike's cage sits on. You pause for a second, hesitantly dropping his bigger hand in favor of reaching down and gently scooping Spike up, bringing him up to your face so you can leave a peck on his little head.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" You coo, gently petting the turtle's shell.

Spike basks in your attention, his little eyes staring at his owner with a smug little face, just screaming, "You wish this were you, huh?"

Raphael just rolls his eyes, and under his breath, he grumbles but nonetheless moves to grab the bag of greens, ripping it open.  Spike's lucky that Raphael loves both of you enough to share.

"Raph, is this really necessary?"

Up and down, up and down. His grip on your legs is starting to hurt. You wouldn't be surprised if you get impressions of his fingers in your skin, complete with the scales as well.

"Yea, now keep countin' for me." He grumbles, readjusting his grip on your body to make it more comfortable for you.

Back through the motions, it seems like you're not getting down anytime soon.

You groan as your hair swishes back and forth with your movement. No doubt, hair becoming undone and seemingly looking like a mess.

What's the said movement from? It's from Raphael using you as a barbell, his shell resting on the bench, he's been at it for the last hour and there's no end in sight.

Leo had tried to come 'save' you about an hour ago but Raph growled at him, so he just threw his hands up and walked off shooting you a look that screamed oh well, I tried.

It wasn't uncommon to see Raphael use you in his workout routines, whether it be lifting you up above him, teaching you how to defend yourself, or just using you as a weight. It was his way of spending time with you, but he'd always scoff and say otherwise. His favorite things in the world consisted of you and his workouts, can you blame a guy for wanting both at the same time?

Up and down, up and down, continuously. Alright, this is getting a bit old.

"Raph, babe, we hit 100, Can we please~" You drag the e out. "Take a break so we can eat?" The whine is apparent in your tone, finally wanting to get off this ride.

His arms get weak for a second, despite a year of dating at this point, he still gets weak when you refer to him with any pet name. He never hears the end of it.

"Who's we? Sounds like you're the one hungry. What's in it for me?" Raph teases after he regains his small loss of composure. He gently brings you down to rest on his chest, letting you move to wherever you see fit while he crosses his arms behind his head.

Raph finds it cute when you shift yourself around, moving to where you're sitting on his waist and using your arms to try and cage him in like he isn't massive and dwarves you in every way shape, and form.

I'll give you kisses if you help me make something~" You coo down at the big turtle, gently brushing your nose against his.

"Alright princess, you drive a hard bargain, let's go." He picks himself up, maneuvering you to be slung over his shoulder as he pats your thigh.

"Raph! Put me down!"

"Mmmm, nah, don't think so shortstack."

Raph's nerves are through the roof, he's never been truly apart from his brothers but now he's in high school and his schedule shows that he won't see Leo, Donnie, or Mikey until lunch and he tries his best to not freak the fuck out. Yes, he saved the world, yes he's arguably the most dangerous of the four, yes he has anger issues but he's still just 15 years old for fucks sake. 

He doesn't know the first thing about making friends, not like Mikey does. Donnie likes his geeky stuff, no doubt finding the anime or K-pop club already and joining, Leo is most definitely following April around so at least he's not alone, having her by his side.

His first period is history, a subject he definitely isn't confident in but he should get it out of the way first. He just has to make it to lunch, just until then.

Raph sighs through his mouth and rolls his shoulders, hyping himself up as he walks on and glances around the room, looking for an empty seat.

It's harder than it looks, with everyone already having their established friend groups and seats already filled in. Nervously, he makes his way to the back rows of desks, spotting a single empty one, and rushes to sit down, dropping his backpack on the floor.

He stares down at his desk, nerves fully engulfing him now as he waits for the bell to ring. Maybe high school was a bad idea? Maybe Sensei had the right idea to keep them underground. He should ask to stay home actually.

Movement out of the corner of his eye and oh. Oh.

There's a girl, staring at him as he mentally combusts. Great, she's pretty too and wow this is getting so much worse.

Raph feels his heart beat faster and faster, looking at her and taking in her features, shamelessly staring back.

 His hands shift in his hoodie pockets cracking his knuckles and making quiet pops. Should he say something? Pay her a compliment? Fuc-

"Hey, you're Raphael right?" She greets him with a quirk on her lips, reaching out her hand in a small fist. A fist bump, he can do that, this is fine.

He finds it in himself to smile back, lifting his own and gently knocking it against hers.

"Yeah, you can call me Raph, what's your name?" He sees your eyes light up, a prettier smile on your face now. You turn your entire body towards his own, uncaring that the bell has finally rung, class starting at any moment.

"I'm [name]! I gotta ask, who's your favorite artist?"

"Is that a joke about my name…?"

"I meant as bands but hey, that works too."

"Oh, in that case, it's for SURE Drake!

The first period wouldn't be that bad anymore, if you happily showing him you Spotify account was anything to go by.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[indieyuugure]

I’ve been OBSESSED with your comic for like 6 months and your work is amazing. But I do have 2 questions

My first question had been in my head for sometime now and it was after the part where Mikey got that adrenaline rush from the mutagen and I was wondering if you were going to mention this again later in the series and if so will it be used for the benefit of the turtles or used against them.

My second question is approximately how long do you think it’ll take to finish this entire comic series.

Aw! So glad you love them!

Yes that is going to become extremely important later on. It will be…sort of in their favor but also kind of not. I don’t really want to spoil it for everyone, so if you are interested in the specifics you can DM me and I can tell you about more of the how/why and show you some art I made for it.

I’m not super sure how long I’ll be writing this comic, but it’s definitely well over 3 years, so if you’re concerned it’ll end soon, you have nothing to worry about 🤣

Good questions! :]

[lackablazeical]

I know in Usagi’s ref sheet he’s 16 (not sure if he’s been aged up because of all the art), but you’d drawn some art of Usagi with artistic nudity as well. Remembering back to that one really fun thing where you had us pick how Usagi spends a day, he said that he felt “dirty” and felt Leo’s hands on him, before it switched to bugs, and he seemed to have marks on him, plus the art of all the bites and what I can assume are nonsexual(?) hickies??

Is Usagi a victim of SA?

His relationship with Leo seems to hint that at times, with Leo’s nonconsentual biting and repeated flirts, plus all the comments in the past in art with Ichida or Mikey saying Leo “takes Usagi’s belt off” or “Well I can’t just meow and spread my legs to get what I want”..

I might be reading too into it, but I love their dynamic and am trying to make a list of the psychology behind them and what really happens in their relationship, as most art seems to be behind rose colored glasses or from Leo’s manipulative point of view

OKAY SO.

When I originally made the AU, I was not a victim of sexual assault myself, and therefore did not feel that I had a right to represent an SA victim, especially one as a main character.

Usagi was originally just meant to be representative of an abuse victim/people pleaser having a lack of bodily autonomy and (bc of my own hatred and disgust of physical touch) I often project that into Usagi (the artistic nudity is bc 1. I don't think nudity is inherently sexual (or that anything is inherently sexual) 2. Usagi has a body type I love drawing and 3. It is a metaphor for how he's objectified and vulnerable, and also with an air of shame around his body, evoking body dysmorphia/dysphoria and purity culture)

I'm also aro/ace and autistic so my relationship to my own body, sexuality, nudity etc is not conventional and may not be popular but that is MY intent behind my art and not whatever anyone else says the intent is

WITH THAT BEING SAID, as my life did not stop after I made the AU, I eventually experienced sexual assault myself (1 out of 6 n all) and I will say, with my newer perspective, that if you want to view Usagi as an SA victim, that is completely fine and valid within the narrative. If you Don't want to, that is also completely fine.

Usagi is meant to be seen more as a representation of a lack of autonomy. Of course that lends itself to Leo assaulting Usagi, but this is also a lack of autonomy in his own life, body, relationships, etc.

The life of a gifted kid people pleaser, constantly bending to the whims of expectations and such. If that means he's an SA victim to you, he is. If that means he's trans to you, he is, if that means he's from the bronx to you, etc etc. Usagi kinda evolved be a vent character to me, so he can absolutely be that to yall 👌

The comments made by characters like Mikey or Ishida are generally non-canon now, they're a bit crass and almost. Just kicking Usagi when he's already down, which just feels like torture porn after a while. The hamatos see Usagi as 'Leo's thing' but that's simply objectification bc the turtles donr really see other people as People. I did that mostly as a form of bullying to myself, kinda cus I always feel Gross and projected that.

As for the rose colored glasses part, I agree. I adore contrasting themes/exaggeration/satire in art, so I love dark topics seen in cutesy/silly ways, often bc its much more accurate to how it can feel/look from the outside. A dizzy, serotonin laced kinda trance as your brain barely processes what is going on. I cut bc I get a kinda dopamine rush high from it so I put that perspective in my stuff often LMAO

I'd also be lying if I didn't say I loved Dreamalgia and their use of creepycute styles and aesthetics. Plus it lends to how Leo twists the narrative of their relationship in the AU and to the viewer (that's also why Usagi seems kinda 1 dimensional sometimes, Leo has made him a shell of his former self, before Leo Usagi was a lot more nuanced LOLZ)

If any of yall don't like that answer, that's fine, just unfollow me LMAO I truely don't mind how ppl HC about the AU so 👌 I'll keep making content that can be interpreted however anyone wants fr 💯

[topsyturvy-turtely]

✨The Sherlock Holmes Museum✨

221b Baker Street, London

!!! this is part 2 !!! (link to part 1, part 3)

continuation of Holmes' bedroom

above Holmes' bed hang these pictures (1). the guide didn't tell us anything specific about those.

opposite of the bed hang portraits of people (2&3). you might think they'd be from family members or friends. this is not the case with our lovely Mr. Holmes'. These portraits picture (serial? can't quite recall) murderers. They hang on Holmes' wall, because he wants to fully understand them, know how their minds work.

funfact about the woman in (4) (the guide just said "that woman over there" - there are two pictures of women tho... i assume she meant the woman that hangs higher... because her photo is bigger but i am not sure): she killed part of her family. but nobody believed a woman could do such a cruelsome act, so she was never arrested... and lived with the other part of her family until she died. (victorian sexism is almost funny ngl)

oh and my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART was that SHERLOCK FREAKING HOLMES owns a TURTLE STATUE (5) and it CHILLS THERE IN HIS BEDROOM. (guys it's me. i don't know if you realize but trust me... sherlock holmes has a pet turtle/tortoise and it is me. )

now to Mrs. Hudson's room (6)

(please forgive me for the people in this picture. i felt kinda rushed and way too excited to take a better picture...)

after the living room and Holmes' bedroom (see part 1), the tour ended. imo this room is the most like a museum. it doesn't feel personal like the living room or the bedrooms (yes Dr. Watson's room will be included in the part 3), instead there were show cases and some decorations... i didn't get a picture of it all but here are my favorites. (focusing on the more personal items in this post)

oh! and if you look at (6) between that person in pink and that person in red, you see a little desk. on this desk was "Mrs. Hudson's guest book" (right underneath the window) and you could write your name in it!!! i loved that little detail! 🥰

there was a hat (7) and spinning wheel (8).

then the fireplace in victorian style with a painting above (9),

and before i move on to the more museum-like items in the next post, here is a (bad and blurry, with people in it - i am sorry 😭) wide-angle shot of the room (10) from the opposite side of (6).

this post is part 2 of a series.

-> part 1

-> part 3

(other parts will be linked once they have been uploaded)

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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)Pt.2

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 2737

You two could not seem to stop bumping into each other.

At the store, the mall, the sidewalk, anywhere you ventured, it was almost impossible to not run into him.

Initially, you thought you were being stalked or messed with or something. Out of all of the millions of people in New York City, what were the odds of seeing the same person multiple times in a week without coordination? Coincidence? You thought not.

Now, it wasn’t like you two had engaged or anything. The day after April’s party, you went to pick up some lunch from a nearby cafe. While you navigated the bustling streets and stampedes of consumers, a flash of vaguely familiar purple rushed by you. When you took a double take to discern if it was him and if you should say hello, you smacked straight into the person walking in front of you. Despite your mumbling and apology, the person, the entire crowd pressed on, and despite confirming that it was, in fact, the purple turtle who passed by, you kept trudging along, thoughts of him quickly dissipating.

Until the following day.

That was when you had passed by him in a shopping complex. Nothing odd occurred, just him being in the same place as you at the same time again, though you noticed the confused glances you both tossed at each other from over your shoulders.

Two days after that was a run-in at a hardware store. Unsurprisingly, it once again only consisted of you walking in the opposite direction as him, and, once again, neither of you said anything verbally.

However, the day after when, predictably, he was there when you went out again, it almost drove you nuts.

In that instance, you were waiting in a food cart’s lengthy line. The cold air bit at you, though the warm, vibrant smells that wafted from the heavenly cart brought some solace to your experience.

Your contentment was short lived. The sounds of footsteps growing near quickly met your ears and, upon reaching right behind you in line, stopped. You spared a glance back, and you sort of wished you hadn’t. The reason being was because the motif-like turtle in your life was right there, scrolling boredly on his phone, standing nonchalantly as if he hadn’t been incidentally plaguing you the last few days.

Oh, well. If you were to keep seeing him everywhere, you might as well strike up some conversation.

“Oh, hey!” you ripped off the proverbial band aid. 

“Oh,” he observed artificially. Almost as though he had already noticed your presence, which was likely. “Hello.”

“Wait, wait, your name is don- don’t tell me - Donatello, yeah?”

He took in a breath, and you could tell just by the pedantic manner of the inhale that it wasn’t quite right. Then you remembered.

“Donnie!” you shouted excitedly, then froze when you remembered that you were in an extremely public place and yelling. “I mean, Donnie,” you recovered, much more calmly.

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “So,” he clicked his tongue, “what brings you here?”

You interpreted that he was probing, likely trying to see if you had, indeed, been following him. You couldn’t blame him for it. You were about to do the same thing.

“Pizza.” You nictated.

He blinked right back. “Same.”

“I come here every week,” you two spoke in unison, looking at each other in a puzzled manner.

“I don’t recall seeing you here before,” he said, the suspicion from his earlier tone already dissipated.

“Nor do I.” You hummed, shuffled forward in line. “Every Thursday?”

“Without fail.”

“Me too.” You eyed him cautiously. “Although I’m normally earlier.”

“And I’m typically here later. I suppose we’ve just been missing each other.” He seemed genuinely surprised. Good. That made it a lot less likely that there was some ulterior motive or reason he kept appearing.

“Guess so,” you surmised as you finally made it to the front of the line. Pulling out your wallet, you exchanged a couple of dollars for a hot, delectable, oversized slice with the worker. “See you around!” Worries about being pranked alleviated and pizza acquired, you waved him a goodbye and set off on your way.

Now, a full week after the birthday party, you found yourself briskly walking to complete an errand when an all-too predictable person entered your vision.

With a sigh, you acknowledged the now common, unplanned accompaniment beside you that was Donnie.

“Library?”

“Library.”

“Not surprising,” you surmised with a shrug as you neared the entrance.

“Odd we keep meeting, huh?” he observed casually as he pushed open the door, shifting back to grant you passage first.

You laughed quickly, a little too brazen, a little too loud. You recovered with the clearing of your throat and a polite nod as you thanked him and headed through the door.

“I reckon.” Once entering, you ambled slowly, your pace and the free space at your side an invitation for him that he gladly accepted. Your tone lowered, being in a library and all, as you changed the subject. “So, what are you here for?”

You couldn’t help the corners of your lips from turning up as you saw his eyes light up. “Oh, not much,” he started nonchalantly, though a grin was quick to take over his face as well. “Just the modern revolutionization of technology as we know it. The integration of mystic weaponry and resources into more variations of tech. My tech has already been enhanced by such gems,” - he tapped the side of said goggles for emphasis - “but the scale of what I’m working on is unprecedented. I’ve got big plans…” he trailed off, realizing he had dominated the conversation. You were probably bored out of your mind, trying to figure out how to get away from him and his odd spiels like his brothers would.

But when he looked at you, your eyes were eagerly locked on his, your engagement was written clearly on your face. You jumped into the chat, filling the silence between you two as you walked toward the front desk. “I was just here to get some quiet and work on a report, but your thing sounds way more interesting. Mind if I join you?”

Donnie blinked.

Blinked again.

You… wanted to listen… to him? His mind and ego were simultaneously blown. The corners of his lips curled up again, something that seemed to be a recurring thing around you - 27 smiles already within his short time knowing you by his (undoubtedly correct) count.

“Not at all,” he tried and failed to stay casual once again, his eagerness practically oozing from his tone.

“Alright. Let me just check in with the libraria-” 

Your journey toward the front desk was cut off by his arm linking with yours and dragging you abruptly to the left.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, not upset but certainly confused. “Shouldn’t we sign in or something? No?” You tapped the library card attached to the strap of your bookbag as you continued to get pulled along past aisleways, and the crisp scent of fresh paper and ink flooded your olfactory senses.

“But of course,” he winked. It offered only more confusion and questions rather than answers. Your face must have expressed that seeing as a smug grin formed on his. “That would be correct, if we were headed to the normal section of the library.”

“The normal-?” You tilted your head. “I don’t follow.”

“Well, my good fellow, fortunately for you all you have to do is follow. My lead, that is,” he clarified as he turned you two into an aisle of books.

Donnie finally relinquished your arm, leaving you to stand awkwardly by your lonesome as he scanned over a nearby shelf. Both out of comfort and not knowing what to do with them, you slipped your hands into your pockets, rocking slowly back and forth on your heels.

“Tada!” the terrapin turned back towards you enthusiastically after he thumbed a medium sized book from the middle of the shelf. 

The binding looked relatively worn and decorated with archaic sigils of some sort, the burgundy leather of the cover discolored in some places from the multitude of hands that had been on it, but the novel still clearly read: A Rudimentary Guide for Geology and Archaeology.

“You must really love geology, huh?” you ventured based on the fact that he was practically vibrating with excitement.

However, his nose scrunched at the insinuation. “No, geology is arguably the worst subset of science.”

You squinted. Man, this turtle really couldn’t keep anything consistent.

Just as you moved your lips to retort, he caught on to your line of reasoning.

“Oh, no. That’s not why I selected this one. This is a special- sigh, let me just show you.” He took a few steps toward you, book in hand.

“Behold!” Donnie proclaimed, quickly pulling the book open and-

Nothing happened.

After a silent, action-deprived moment, he looked at you, the book, you again, and pursed his lips.

“Heh, sorry. Wrong one,” he shrugged before slowly placing down the apparently incorrect book and retrieving yet another book on geology. All the while, you could hear the occasional mumble of how much geology stinks, how the books about it couldn’t even be told apart, etc. “Here we go!”

You opened your mouth, some question or retort already starting to pour out of it, but before you could get out a word, he opened the book, and you both were pulled into it.

Your figure translated onto- no, into the book, your bag and limbs and entirety nothing but two-dimensional illustrations on fluttering pages. Every atom of your existence translated onto paper, though it didn’t hurt; it just felt like you were made of butterflies.

Then it went dark.

Before everything was bright again.

Fluorescent lights, bookshelves, your feet on solid ground, everything seemed like it was back to normal at the library. Except for the flying books and bookshelves.

Tomes soared unnaturally overhead, along with shelves stocked to the brim with them, almost sentiently, flapping and whirring about. Turrets of mystic energy flowed throughout the large room. Grand staircases led to even more rows and rows of novels. Some of the staircases were even inverted, seemingly having no respect for the concept of gravity nor your mind’s ability to grasp what you were looking at. 

“Ta-stinking-da!” Donnie exclaimed, a hand to his chest, the other trimly at his side.

“Woah. What… is this place?” you pondered. Holding onto the straps of your bookbag, you allowed yourself to look all around, try to absorb as much of what you were seeing as you could.

“Welcome to the Mystic Library!” He grinned. Although, as he spoke, you saw his eyes flick up, before he quieted down. “I mean, welcome to the Mystic Library!” he corrected in an equally enthusiastic whisper.

You tracked where his gaze went only to see numerous winged, bat-like creatures hanging from the ceiling, glowing orange eyes boring into you two.

“Woah, uh, what’re those?”

“Hush-bats.” His shoulders went up and down, coolly, as though they were a typical part of any standard library. Upon seeing your skeptical face, he elaborated. “They make sure people abide by the library’s regulations, especially those about noise levels. Essentially, they’re security and imprison troublemakers.”

“And the librarian’s just fine with those bats hanging there?” Your voice was quieter after you learned of the repercussions of being too loud.

“Well, the librarian might have been incapacitated by a while ago and placed into confinement. No part of it was my fault, of course.” His tone, more monotonous yet higher pitched than normal, screamed that he was lying.

“Are they alright?”

“Probably. I haven’t checked.”

“What?” You raised your voice slightly out of concern.

“You should quiet down if you don’t want to be dragged by bats and end up there with her.”

“What?”

“Keep your voice below, say, 60 decibels and you’ll be fine.”

“What!?” you whisper-yelled, incredulous.

“Just come on,” he mumbled and began walking down the aisleway, and you went along. Trekking down maroon-carpeted corridors, navigating through and around sliding bookcases, sliding down staircases, you eventually found your way to a cozily lit space.

Three bookshelves boxed in the majority of the area, save for the entrance, and in the middle of the space sat a sienna desk. Various bean bag chairs accompanied the desk on each and every side of it.

You entered, plopping your book bag beside you and yourself into one of the tall, yet comfortable bean bags in the room. Elbows propped up on the table, you rested your head on your hands and took in the scenery around you.

Your company was busying himself with scanning the rows of books in front of him and grabbing a thick stack of books related to his topic. Once he had a satisfactory, barely-able-to-be-held pile, he joined the chair beside you and placed the research sources on the desk.

“Sooo,” you mused, “what did you say about the ‘revolutionization’ of technology?”

He practically illuminated the place as he started what would become a two hour spiel, complete with illustrations and diagrams from inside his books and what you would call “theater kid pizazz.”

Any time you got slightly confused or downright lost, you politely raised a hand, and Donnie, reluctantly yet not impatiently, would explain the mechanics in a slower and simpler way. You still didn’t catch all of it, but you got the basic idea down.

Eventually, you realized the time and, wanting to get home before dark, had him lead you back out. Having to go through the mystic book again was as odd as it was the first time, though it was slightly less disconcerting.

After reaching your typical library and committing the book and aisle number to memory and resolving to come back sometime, you bid him adieu, each of you parting ways and heading to your respective residences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After he arrived at the lair that night and got into his all-too welcoming bed, Donnie’s rampant thoughts could not cease to roar through his mind like frothy rapids.

Not that he could normally stop his brain from going on tangents, but this matter of contemplation was especially perplexing because the subject of it was you.

Well, not you specifically, just the enigmatically frequent running-into’s you two shared.

It reminded him of his previous week’s research into similar subjects of souls, people, atoms experiencing attraction as a side effect of their formation.

Could his impromptu hangouts with you plausibly be some kind of… predestined, predetermined meetings? 

The thought, just like the previous time he pondered it, was preposterous.

However, something else, something greater being at play seemed plausible when considering:

the convenient timing of looking into the concept of soul mates just before being confronted with this strange recurrence

the absurdity of your bumping into each other being a recurrence

the fact that you were also perplexed by it, which implied it wasn’t your or his doing

the way that-

Wait, was he seriously considering data points?

He paused his train of thought, eyes trained intently on his ceiling.

There was no way he was genuinely contemplating that.

Rubbing his temples, he decided to call it a night, especially since his deprived mind was playing into such odd fantasies.

So, Donnie disrobed his mask, goggles, all his other gear, plugged in his tech for the night, and went to sleep.

…

After a little more research on the topic, of course.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You all but collapsed on your bed upon reaching home, your blanket muffling a sleepy yawn.

Your heart remained aglow with warm sentiment from your discovery of a mystic library, of a whole collection of new books to read, of an enticing new friendship formed.

Suddenly, a notification drew your face from your covers and to your phone screen.

Instead of a message from a friend or acquaintance or anyone pleasant, the notification was telling something far more dreaded.

The report was due. The report that you had intended to complete earlier before you were irrevocably distracted. That report.

Begrudgingly, you pulled up your draft with a groan. However, as you typed away, your knitted brow slowly melted, the sweet memories of earlier dissolving your bitterness.

You released a wistful sigh.

Yeah. It sure was odd how you two kept bumping into each other.

(p much library meet-cute and foreshadowing, I had fun with the banter ✨)

(chapter sketch)

(Taglist ~ @rottmntsimp)

[dumb-about-legos]

Nya nearly stumbled down the stairs leading to the forge. It was so dark, how did Kai see where he was going? As she descended on the last step, a rush of sensation hit her in the face. Hot air blew her hair around her face, and a rhythmic bang, bang, bang made her want to cover her ears. How did Kai stand it down here?

She saw him in the far corner of the forge, bent over whatever he was working on. Sweat ran down the side of his face, and the orange-red glow of the fires made the scar on his right eye stand out. She approached him.

"Kai?" she asked tentatively. He wasn't always in a good mood when he came down here. When he glanced at her she could tell he was in a foul one today.

"What?" he replied sharply. Nya picked up the sword he had been working on. It was a spiral, like turtle nests in the sand. She chuckled.

"Looks like you were too hasty again." Kai's expression softened into a small smile.

"You're probably right." He wiped his hands on a cloth that was just as sooty as they were, doing next to nothing to remove the grime of the forge. "What did you want?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for the Diplomat's Meeting in the Isles," she explained, "And there's an old man up in the courtyard who wants to speak with you. Krux keeps giving him the evil eye."

"I'll go talk to him," he put the bent sword away and started heading towards the stairs, "Let's go, sis."

.*.*.*.

Ramblings below the cut.

This will probably be part of the first chapter of a fic if I decide to turn the au into one. It will need a lot more world developing if that's going to happen. I decided that Krux would be a kind of constant in Kai and Nya's lives, him being the Shogun and them being the Emperor/Prince and Princess. I mostly wrote this because I wanted to try to get back into the swing of writing after taking a 6 month long break to try to recharge my creativity battery.

[accio-victuuri]

CPN Round Up : Sugar Rush 2023 Part One 🍭🍬

It’s that time of the year again where i attempt to recap all the sweetness we got from the past 6 months. I may not be able to add every single incident/speculation but i did include the ones that were most talked about, and added some cpn “archaeology” here and there too. most of the links contain multiple cpn, especially since i made a couple of mini round ups for certain time frames or events.

this is also the best time to look back on all the fun we’ve had as a fandom and how the boys give us happiness. i hope this remains the same in the next half of the year and that we continue to support them both. 🫶🏼

past sugar rush posts for reference: 2021 ( one two ) & 2022 ( one two ) ; anything before that is mostly likely archived on my masterlist.

JANUARY 2023

• XZS Vlog Number 3 clues

• NYE CPN things ✨

• Paper Planes again

• A CPN Timeline of how LTS stage was made

• KXZ’s sus greeting and rainbow light show for ZZ’s anniversary with them

• 1/5/2022 tarot card reading of XZ & WYB that made the turtles lose it

• Rainbow Thrasher shirt 🌈

• BLACK PAIRING. 🖤 and the fact that Yibo was doing the same pose as LWJ, keeping his hand behind. the actual performance of yibo also gave way to lots of fanarts of this pairing! they look so good together!

• fake bits & pieces ( additional 45 fake rumors )

• their studios posting on the same day, 1/12 and the similarity of teasing that content will be released in parts

we also see more similarities in the drawings:

The appearance of 🦴 necklace at all the studio rehearsals and even the final one makes me somft. He had to remove it for the stage cause he is meant to be bare. I don’t advertise people to treat this necklace as the indicator of their relationship, but i will be lying if i say i’m not happy seeing it. especially if it’s out there, that he can show it off and not have to hide it.

• XZ & WYB mentioned together three times in one day - 1/14/2023

• YBO’s comment on snow

• 1/17 random cpns = the same trousers again ; 330,000 tickets, bg color of studio posts and YBO’s continuing comments about the weather in the city they are in.

• Bouboo replies to a fan with “DAYTOY” on their username

• CPN @ Xiao Zhan’s lunar new year photos and douyin posts

• XZ’s lunar new year post looks like a movie ticket stub. What a coincidence cause Hidden Blade is also premiering that day ☺️ there was also a cinema that showed XZ’s GUCCI Ad before the show started. Lol. and at the Shanghai Roadshow for Hidden Blade, lots of BXG dolls on in the group photo were captured.

• Hidden Blade Guangzhou roadshow : mention kneepads and looking at dandan doll / yibo asking someone with a suo-er doll and him holding a bjd of himself.

• LRLG contribution 1/23/2023

• XZ’s colleague in ADLAD + Zack ( photographer ) talking about watching Hidden Blade

• 7th day of the Lunar New Year CPN + another xzs and ybo similarity

I don’t usually go for kadians but yibo-official using 13 = yizhan makes me ☺️ ; also the similarity in how they caption posts again. on the same day. yes it’s not an obscure thing to include on a post that is made on the 7th day of the Lunar New Year. Wishing people good luck on a new beginning and all that. but it’s the countless similarities in how their studios do things. they have the same taste? their employees are dating? who knows.

• GG at Sunshine With Me shooting, looking so much like Yibo:

FEBRUARY 2023

• Huang Ziteng posted about watching Hidden Blade and the schedule of the film is coincidentally 10:05

• Yibo shares a post about the snowboards given to him by Su Yiming + sweater paws shadow

• Top comment on Yibo’s 2/2 weibo post is a cpf and similarity with GG using a doge emoji when trying to be humble

• YBO posts about a 🍉 video being fake and it looks the same as xz clarification account. !!!!

• Fandom stories that have been on my mind recently. ( includes cpn on wyb kissing xz backstage of SDC and the 232323 kadian which is “new” for this month. ) old ones mentioned : wyb’s side accounts, a bxg story, changsha home and same day tests.

• 2/4/23 Fake Rumor House contribution

• People in the industry supporting (?) them : GQ photographer is a turtles, Yixuan replies to a fan with daytoy on their username, sungjoo using xz’s cover song as bgm for his douyin post back in 2019 + Yubin doing an unboxing of DVD and praising a spread with zz/wyb on it.

• YBO asks to show off glutinous rice balls and XZ responds ☺️

• Night Light fake rumor & same sun emoji

• Candy compilation from Sunshine By My Side filming wrap up

• Fake Story : riding a bike at night / AI art

• LOYIBOARD 🛹

• On 2/12, Yibo posted a douyin, a stock video where you can clearly see what jacket he is wearing. BXGs noticed that it said “milano” and thought it may be a clue that GG will go to Milan Fashion Week. more explanation here.

• Both boys have been quiet and not “seen” for the better part of Feb, even 2/14 was especially quiet for them online. Yibo-official did post their candid compilation of Hidden Blade behind the scenes but it’s connected to promotions and not exactly for valentines day. It’s a common CPN speculation that when they are together, they get very quiet online and no paparazzi can take their photos. tho I have to say, 2/14 is not that important to them like 520 is. and then come 2/17, it’s interesting how you get to see them. let me rephrase that, they allowed us to see them. xz going to eat a meal with his assistant and wyb filming his drama. i’ve always been a believer that somehow, they can control when people will see them in public. they can be on ninja mode when they want to, especially xz.

the next day which happens to be 2/18/23 Ai Bo Ai Zhan Day, yibo shows up @ Shanghai airport at 6:30 in the morning. knowing that he finished filming past 10:00 PM, dressed in skinny jeans and looking so stylish. which is not his usual airport fashion these days. he will be in beijing for a couple of hours ( no one really knows for what ) and returned to SH the same day @ 5PM. turtles hope they saw each other atleast. Bobo really chooses the early flight so he can be with ZZ longer. ☺️☺️☺️

• Lost General Jewelry

• Chengyi comic about ZZ cutting his hair before going off to see WYB

• Them looking so similar with these photos, GG’s is from his 2/22 Milan flight. The same hair. looking like twins. Also, one of ZZ’s photos had that BOarding design & photo. Yes I know it fits the whole theme of the pictures but still, turtles’ DNA was moved. Lol.

• Using the same security personnel @ PEK?

• ZZ was spotted buying LEGO

• The similarity in their photo composition

• ZZ created an instagram account and his username has similarities to Yibo’s. Again. Same brain cell.

• 2/24 Fashion Show appearance minor candies

• Zhan-ge saw the balloons coded with all the colors! BXGs! ❤️💛💚 @ Tod’s Milan fashion show venue entrance

• This one is hilarious, Bobi in Milan? @ Tod’s store visit 😂

• cpn on yibo-official being quiet during MFW

• a possible connection to yibo’s CCTV performance to ZZ’s suzhou embroidery gift

MARCH 2023

• GUCCI infinite possibilities meaning, ZZ’s veteran cadres style and same emoji

• XZS Chapter 5 vlog candies

• giving thoughtful gifts

• Weibo night account posts a recommendation photoset for person of the year and they put their photos right next to each other. 🤍

• we hear “ i love you” in XZS vlog chapter 5

• Bottled joy campaign/s cpn

• Web’s 3/8/23 instagram post

• A really CPN-y instagram data. HAHAHAHAHA!

• wooyoungmi brand revisited

• Liu Daichu says WYB & XZ are hard to shoot - not so much cpn cause this is really unfortunate that they have to deal with bs like this. however it goes to show how they deal with their fame is becoming more and more similar and they apply the same security for themselves.

• 3/11 zsww rumor house

• more cpn from 2017

• yibo-official related candies

• xiao zhan as a distraction

• similar looking shirt. lol. Yibo, did you borrow this from zhan ge???

• yibo knitting sort of confirmed

• gg’s infinity ring ♾️

• LRLG 3/24/2023 contribution

• Same hotel in Shanghai rumor

• the weibo night 22’ seating arrangement. so near yet so far.

• Weibo Night 22’ candy round up

• XZS posting 8 photos, XZ re posting ads at 10:18 and his missing post-show selfie

• Tencent Video weibo account unintentionally matching XZ/WYB

• Weibo night 22’ exclusive interview sweet bits 💕

• WYB looking at ZZ’s direction 👀

• New Wuji recording easter egg : play with the cat

• 3/29 XZS vlog candies

APRIL 2023

• Esquire Magazine Parallels / CPN

• A new CQL bts photo 😘😘😘

• Colosseum parallels

• Peninsula iron box BGM

• Another example of XZ missing the 10:10 posting time to give way for WYB’s repost of BTF trailer.

• THEM in white shirt and soft cardigan. I love it when they put on the same/similar style!

• not really cpn but an example of a brand using art made by a cpf

• one & only’s release is 7/28 which aligns to double airport 1.0 / bazaar shoot & yizhan ttxs episode

• same city ( shanghai ) 4/11

• red string bracelet of lei yu appears again

• “matching” post for china television arts committee

• boys in esspensive cardigans! 💕

• 2019 kangol bucket hat coincidence

• chengyi comic - kumquat lemon tea 🍋

• zenith pilot series ✈️

• yibo-ge x xiao-ge 👀

• matching shiatzy chen black and white outfit

• LRLG connection to BTF accidental rollover, Anessa livestream sweets, JD mascot heart with a mole and Fake story ( magic wand and minions )

• them going on HS together @ 4/23 & wyb shut up hs + minor candies ( esquire coincidence, #5 seat, bone necklace, kids lovin them )

• 4/25 candy post

• 4/26 yibo official post with 13 photos and heart with a (.)

• same way of tying their shoelace means they are in the same city or together

• ZZ’s GUCCI Cosmos event CPN

• Fake rumor of what happened in Shanghai when they met ( 4/26 )

• the word “wyb” heard in xzs vlog

• same ip address of shanghai even if XZ was in Xi’An. Fans are saying, WYB might have logged on using a different phone number ( GG’s account ) and that’s how it changed. Because if this was a staff, most of them are in Xi’An or in their Beijing office.

MAY 2023

• May Day Candies - ( ZZ’s off white pants, rumor 1 : learning how to cook and zz giving wyb a rabbit charm rumor 2: couple jackets, in the same magazine, heart with a mole again on ybo

• pickle side dish, bruce lee and btf people supporting adlad ♥️

• number 5 seat on zz’s post, yibo and his pots & pans + the story of plane models

• XZ cues Wei Ruolai and WYB “dreams” hoodie

• THEM LOOKING SO MUCH LIKE EACH OTHER 😂😂😂😂

• Friday clowning - ( includes : ADLAD castmate posts cpf photos, same line in GG’s note & LRLG post script, Ryukakusen & XZS/YBO same symbols )

• Sunday candies 🫶🏼 WYB’s departure to LA & Xiao Zhan’s Molsion photos + use of captions

• Clean Eyes song and XX symbol ( XZS molsion live event behind the scenes )

• Bag/Phonecase WYB bought @ LA

• Chanel Cruise CPN photo parallels

• Yibo’s instagram photo reel & story

• The CPN about matching phone case went on HS

• XZS & YBO split photo similarity 📷

• Ace Troops cake CPN, Molsion offline event launch clues & sunset

• The fact that when they started being in the same city again, Yibo couldn’t stay away from Beijing. He had work with EVISU, so he left Beijing in the evening of 5/15, went to Shenzhen / Zhuhai. Then 5/16, did his business and went back to Beijing in the evening. He really organizes his schedule so he doesn’t have to be away from BJ that much. They will be in the same city till XZ leaves for Condor Heroes workshop & Shooting in Hengdian 🥹

Also his EVISU car has 1991 on it. Yes 91 was when the brand was established but please let me clown on this. lol.

• 85 is also Z28 design

• XZS posts a photo that shows his phonecase even after the HS and then on 520, HZT, the actor who plays Lan Qiren posts a very suspicious douyin video related to it.  

• 520/521 ZSWW fake stories

• Yibo using the photo for weibo night 22-23

• The story of the 85 logo

• HUABIAO AWARDS CANDIES : their movies featured as key works in 2023 + Bunny drawing in the background ; Chanel Brooch 🎀

• WYB’s btf co star said he has a delicious beef dish that he eats and people are wondering if it’s the “sauced beef” that cpfs think is from GG’s mom.

• Same phone case timeline

• Candies from WYB’s Chunzhen event + XZ’s team denying a melon about a collab with his former co-star

• 5/28 ( A day that two topics about XZ & WYB together went on hot search ) ONE TWO

• NEW chengyi comic about accidentally listening to a horror podcast & sleeping together

• random old candies

• Cherries 🍒

• WYB’s Fly streetwear shirt going to Japan

JUNE 2023

• Maison Kitsune Couple Shirt. WYB’s is for his Chunzhen Fanmeet & GG’s is for Roborock Ad. Yeah, it’s a pretty good brand that they have both worn before but does it have to be from the same line? and look so much like each other? and for us to see it in a span of a few days on them 5/27 and 6/1? I’m sorry if we’re clowning so much here but we can’t help it.

• 6/1, their studio accounts posting so close to each other. XZS shared WDB video & YBO re posted a one and only movie promo. What a nice coincidence. This would have been something to ignore if we didn’t have so many XZS 🤝 YBO candies. Then just minutes later, YBO posts the photoshoot for WYB’s Chanel show and one of the layouts look like XZS. 😂 also using the sunglasses emoji

• WYB’s Chanel Japan show clowning + WDB drawings resembles Web

• An unusual increase of hot searches that associate XZ and WYB ✨

• Bottled Joy saga Part 3

• both of their works featured in National Cinema Movie Promotion Conference. movie stars! 🎞️

• XZ found to be wearing Uggs

• Minor candies from Douyin Movie Wonder Night

• THIS RIGHT HERE ⬇️⬇️⬇️

• WDB cast and their connection to web: one / two

• Yibo is an introvert and Chunsheng is an extrovert

• Mosquito jokes 🦟🦟🦟

• CPN WRAP UP ( includes : yuli interview clues, bottled joy using their colors for panther and guangdian drawing, numbers on evisu ad, posting almost one hour apart, cute dogs and missing lyrics )

• weekend cpn : same expression, not holding hands, shuke x beita and other sweets

• 6/20, BJYX went on hot search

• BJYX IS BE was gone in the hot search

• Moncler Event CPN

• Heurueh brand

• LRLG leaves yibo-official

• some “new” photos from SINA visit

• Infinity sign on WYB’s clothes

• “how they sleep” CPN

• there are conversations that when WYB went back to Beijing after the Moncler event, he was spending time with GG. it’s also because the shoot for Condor Heroes was delayed so they both suddenly had time to be in the same city 😊

• same-style clothes for recent released ads - NANS

• 6/26 rumors that GG/Web will be participating in the same event and their sus airpot schedules!!!!

• Yubin shares a video and we get a 1 second clip of the boys eating hotpot

• 6.29 Hongkong Event : Timeline & CPNs

That’s all for now! 

See you by the end of the year <3 

[horifficspider]

I’ve been doodling Ms Marvel for my spiderverse au cuz I wanted to put her in an animatic I’m working on which has been fun. I was a Ms Marvel fan in middle school so it’s been fun revisiting her character. I did post a little bit about her on my main blog but I decided to change up her mask design from this initial piece I did here.

Here’s a little comic of the twos first meeting (Bethany was overwhelmed)

The lore I have in my head is that Bethany had been operating as Spider-woman for a little less than two years when she crossed paths with a 6 month operating Ms Marvel. At that point Spider-Woman was more of an urban legend to people outside of NYC, hence why Kamala’s reaction here.

The two have occasional crossovers, but for the most part stay in their respective cities. Despite the two not being super far apart in age (Bethany being 18 and Kamala being 15) Bethany tends to worry about the newer hero a good deal and keeps an ear out for what goes on in Jersey City just in case there’s something extremely bad afoot.

Kamala is sort of the closest thing Bethany has to a normal friendship in her dimension, but keeps distant out of a worry that Kamala will get roped into some horrid stuff if the younger hero spends too much time in New York.

On Kamala’s end she thinks it’s cool to have a semi-consistent team up partner, even if Bethany is a little odd. Kamala has yet to see Bethany get particularly nasty (murdering people) so her opinion on the Spider Woman is pretty charitable compared to most people. Bethanys worrying can be a little annoying , but it’s nothing too serious. It’s not like Bethany can really stop her from rushing in to help someone anyways.

They don’t quite have a mentor/mentee relationship it’s more like worried older sibling/impulsive younger sibling.

Random tidbits: a fan-zine is a fan magazine, usually made by amateurs in a local area. Been researching how fanfiction/fandom culture started without the internet since this au takes place in 1985. And while yes people used various forums and newsletters to distribute fanfiction over the internet and from what I remember Kamala’s family were pretty well off. But considering Kamala is a teenager and a youngest child I doubt she’s gonna have a personal computer. Family computer definitely, but not a personal one so how she interacts with fandom in this au is through fanzines, conventions, fan clubs. Y’know more in person stuff.

As for how Kamala is dressed up you may be wondering why I changed her outfit. So her og outfit (from my memory) was a re-purposed burkini, which the first of those were made in 2004. And with the year being 1985, she’s gonna have a different core build for her homemade hero suit.

So I did some research on Pakistani fashion and I found these images from 70s Pakistan and was inspired, especially by the outfit the woman in the chair in the second image is wearing.

So I’m thinking maybe the outfit that became Kamala’s Ms Marvel costume was a hand me down or maybe a gift from her family that still lives in Pakistan that she put a lighting bolt on and now struts her stuff in Jersey City and sometimes New York City.

Though now that I’m re-looking at my inspo images I’m noticing the main shirt/tunic/dress pieces are longer than what I drew Kamala with so I might give her a longer dress (I’m not sure what these articles of clothing are called sorry) part in future drawing of her. I guess Kamala could’ve modified the outfit for more mobility. Also I’m realizing I gave her more of a turtle neck than any of the gals in the photos have. So I’m not super sure on how correct this looks.

But I will experiment and research more into what I’m trying to replicate as I’m not super familiar with Pakistani fashion and culture.

This is just a working design I have right now and hopefully I can improve.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: part 9

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 / Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: I just passed my exam and finished yet another part of Shadows Entwined!🤩💙 It’s not super long this time. Due to my exam I decided to cut it a little short this time around, but I hope it’s still enjoyable😘💙

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Warnings: None💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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That day, all up on till the sun disappeared below the horizon, was relatively uneventful. While the sun stood in the sky, the turtles slept away in their rooms, while you, Damian and Barbara stayed in the Batcave with Alfred, keeping an eye on Bruce, and working away, trying to figure out where Ra’s al Ghul and Shredder was hiding out, and the much more pressing question; what were they working on? Why were the two villains working together?

You, Barbara and Damian had all decided to stay in costume, just in case any of the four terrapins would wake up. But as you pulled on your mask in your room, you couldn’t help but feel a rush in your stomach at the thought of the night before. What Leo had said about your face made you smile like crazy, and the thought of how close you had been to… how close you had been to kiss Leo made you gitty. Of course you couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if you had kissed, finding yourself daydreaming on your way down to the Batcave with a small skip in your step, thinking of how Leo’s lips would have felt against yours.

But then the sobering reality hit you as soon as you entered the Batcave, the sight of your still unconscious father reminding you of all the other things that happened the night before. The towering gothic halls of Arkham. How terrified you had been while Leo had been under the influence of the Crane Gass, unable to do anything as he seemed terrified that you wouldn’t look him in the eyes, even though you had never said such a thing. And how your father, the dark knight, was turned into a mutant bat before your very eyes. Suddenly your little daydream about the almost kiss with Leo wasn’t the only thing on your mind.

It was around dinner time that the turtles woke up. At that point the dark had already fallen over Gotham, the sun being hidden behind a thick layer of dark clouds, the city rarely having more than a few hours of life during the day.

Sitting down next to Leo as you ate, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the small smile he shot at you, his blue eyes twinkling a little as they searched for yours. It was clear that he also remembered the night before, both the good and the bad parts, seeming a little unsure if he was still in your good grace. But the smile you sent back at him, made him relax with a silent sigh, finally letting him eat without his heart jumping like mad.

After dinner, all of you went straight back to work, looking through any possible leads on where Ra’s and Shredder could be, while Alfred continued his care of Bruce, in the company of a worrisome Robin and a curious yet slightly scared Mikey. And then, lo and behold, Batgirl struck gold, showing you all her findings on the big screen of the computer.

“The Wayne Enterprises’ container ship that was moving the Cloud Seeder to Bludhaven, was hijacked last night”, Batgirl explained, reading up from her findings. “The thieves then smuggled the Cloud Seeder back into Gotham port”.

Raph grumbled with his arms crossed and his teeth clenched. “While we were dealing with those freaks in Arkham”. He was right. Arkham had been nothing but a distraction.

Donatello, who was seated in the chair right in front of the big computer, looked at the screen in thought, a finger tapping on his chin, before he seemed to have a realization, tapping away on the keys.

“With the machinery the Foot has stolen, I think they’re building something that’ll mix the ooze with Joker’s formula, and launch the Joker-ised ooze into the clouds above the city”, he said, pulling up pictures of the machinery for you all to see.

“And when it rains down, it’ll turn everyone in Gotham into a monster mutant like Batman”, Leo said, dreading in his voice. Having fought against mutant Batman was one thing, but a whole city? And not just any city, but your city. Yet another reason for Leo to hate everything the Foot and Shredder stood for.

“Dudes!”, Mikey yelled in eagerness from Batman’s table, causing all of you to turn, fearing the worst. Even Robin jumped from his chair, seemingly ready to fight whatever threat Mikey had seen. But there was no threat. Just Mikey screaming beside Bruce Wayne. “I’m freaking out here!”, he said, placing both hands on his head, as if he was trying to keep his mind from exploding. “Did everyone else know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?!”

The silence that followed, only broken by the smack of Raph’s face palm, spoke for the situation itself. You might not have been the biggest fan of Raph’s way of doing things, but you could not deny how much you related to that smack against his forehead.

“I mean, you knew the Batcave was under Wayne Manor”, Donnie said with a raised brow bone. He knew that his little brother wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw, but he had never thought that such a revelation would take so long for Mikey to realize.

“I’m just saying it’s a lot to take in”, Mikey said, stretching his face in thought, before he rested his elbows against Bruce, causing Alfred to see red in the corner of his eyes. “Rich and cool! Like leave something for the rest of us guy!” Alfred let out a loud sigh, before he started moving Mikey away from Bruce, causing the orange clad turtle to yell out in protest at the butler. “I’m going, I’m going, okay!”

You looked at Leo with a questionable look, and all he could do was sigh with a small nod. Yes, Mikey was always like that.

“Do we have any idea where Shredder and Ra’s are building this machine?”, you asked, turning back towards Batgirl and Donnie, feeling Leo’s eyes on you, along with the small tug at the corner of his mouth. Apparently you were asking the right questions. And much to your luck, that question sparked a thought in Batgirl’s head.

“I don’t know exactly how Joker makes his venom, but I do know where the components would be”, Batgirl said, leaning over Donnie in order to press on the computer keys. His small flustered expression made you choke down a chuckle. Oh, how you were going to press Batgirl with your knowledge. Even Leo seemed to notice, enhancing small glances with you. Both of you knew something, that much was obvious. Leo poked at Donnie with a small finger, causing the purple clad turtle to scowl at him. “Ace Chemicals”, Batgirl continued, pulling up a picture of the facility. “It’s where the Joker was created, when he fell into a vat of, you know, chemicals. So if they need venom, they’ll be there”.

“But it’s walled off”, Leo pointed out, noting the high walls and barbed wire. “Easy to defend”.

“So what?”, Raph said, sounding frustrated. “If they’re dugg in and ready for a fight, then we bring them a freaking fight”, he continued, slamming his fists together with a dark smile.

“We aren’t doing anything”, a deep voice sounded behind you. You turned in joy, seeing Alfred helping your father up to stand, Robin running to his side in order to help.

“Master Bruce you’re not well”, Alfred said in concern, wishing Bruce would sit down once again.

“I’m as well as I need to be”, Bruce grumbled, taking the drop out of his arm, his gaze turning to the turtles. He stared at them for a moment, before walking to his neatly folded costume on a nearby table. “Batgirl and Robin are coming with me to Ace. (H/N) stays in the manor. The turtles are going home”.

“What?”, Mikey exclaimed in sadness and shock as Bruce pulled on his costume over his head. “C’mon, we know your secret identity now! Our team up have been surmounted!”

“I gave you a change”, Bruce said in a stern voice, turning directly towards the terrapin brothers. “You four are impulsive, and you don’t follow orders”. His eyes narrowing at them. “I want you out of Gotham!”

“Uh, father”, Robin said, his small frame stepping between them. “Look, it pains me to say this, but the turtles saved you in Arkham. They are valiant allies! Even the dumb one! Michelangelo”.

“Hey!”, Mikey exclaimed in a displeased expression. “Not cool!”

“If it wasn’t for them, Joker would have never gotten close enough to inject me in the first place”, Bruce said in a scowl as he closed the clasp on his cape, before pulling the mask up over his head, once again becoming the dark knight of Gotham City, before turning his back to them. “This is not up for discussion”.

Leo felt the burning stair from Batman, telling him to do exactly as he had been told too. To leave Gotham. But Leo’s heart stung at the thought, because leaving Gotham meant not just leaving the city, but leaving you. Leo once again thought back to the visions he had seen under the influence of the Crane Gass. How he had scared you. How you had feared him. He still did not know if these visions had been real, but never did he wish for those visions to be real. He hoped that none of it had been true and just his mind playing tricks on him. But in reality, Leo did not know. He remembered how scared that you had been when you entered Arkham, and how fearful you had been when you walked the halls, and the more Leo thought about it, the more it unsettles him. Maybe Batman was right. Maybe it was best if you stayed in the Wayne Manor where you could be safe while Batman, Robin and Batgirl headed out. And maybe, just maybe it was best if Leo and his brothers left. Leo had scared you once and he did not wish to do it again, even if it was going to hurt him.

“Maybe he’s right”, Leo mumbled, looking down at his feet, not wanting to meet your confused eyes. He could almost hear your heart crack just a little inside your chest, not wanting to believe what you were hearing as he turned towards his brothers. “Following Batman’s lead took us to Arkham and distracted us from Shredder”, he said, not noticing the deepening frown on Raph’s face. We’d be better off on your own”.

“No! No! He ain’t right!”, Raph yelled, pushing back his brothers so he could storm forward. He pushed the leader in blue so hard that he tumbled, only just catching himself before he fell onto you, your eyes meeting once again, sending shock waves through the two of you. Leo felt his mouth dry out as he stared into your eyes, knowing full well that they would be the hardest thing for him to leave behind. The hurt in your eyes and the way his heart was aching, making him freeze in place, unsure of what to do or say. Leo did not want to go. He did not want to leave you. Could he just stand there and look at you forever he would, but sadly, your father did want it to be like that.

“Look, Batman”, Raph said, making his way to your father, who was busy assembling his beloved utility belt. “I get it! The whole brooding loner thing, sitting on top of roof tops, mumbling about how you’re the only one that can stand up to evil in your own city. That’s my whole deal! I love that stuff! And I totally agree that my brothers are annoying, unbearably so sometimes”.

“Uhm”, Leo said, finally realizing that Raph had been talking the whole time the two of you had been locked in each other’s eyes. “Where are you going with this?”

“Teh!”, Raph said annoyed, turning back to Batman. “That’s why. When things get though, I don’t even bother with them. I go off on my own and do things my way!”

“He does do that”, Donnie said, Mikey agreeing with a sounding nod.

“Still doesn’t explain where he’s going”, you whispered, making Leo hum in agreement.

“Yeah, but here’s the thing”, Raph continued. “Every single time, I just get into more trouble and my brothers have to bail me out”.

"It's true!”, Mikey chimed in. “Every time”.

“Sure we make mistakes. Sure we make the wrong moves”, Raph went on, ignoring his little brother. “But we can’t get better-”. Raph grabbed onto Batman’s arm in order to turn him around to face him, making you, Batgirl, Robin and Alfred gasp in surprise. No one just grabbed onto Batman nor Bruce Wayne like that. That was just not how it worked. “-If you don’t trust us”. The turtles, seeming to understand the severity of Raph’s actions, watched with wide eyes. Donnie even covered his mouth, Leo’s eyes going wide and Mikey gasping out loud. Batman said nothing but just narrowed his eyes at the square jawed mutant, almost daring him to continue. “We’re a family, and learning from your mistakes together, is how a family works”.

“This is not a family”, Batman rumbled, bumping his shoulder against Raph’s as he walked past him. “It’s a team”.

“Ain’t that the same thing?”

That comment made Batman halt in his actions. It was as if those words had touched a nerve deep within him. Batman said nothing but stared forward, his thoughts running wild in his head. Raph’s words echoing in his head as he looked to Alfred, Robin, you and Batgirl and then to the turtles, only to notice how close all of you were standing. And how you and Leo seemed to seek each other out in the small crowd. Just like he had noticed the two of you do in Arkham. And on the roof. Even during your first meeting and fight together.

“You’re right”, he finally said, making you all stare at him in disbelief. You felt your palm begin to sweat as Batman made his way towards Leo, determination in his eyes. “Let’s stop Ra’s and Shredder”, he said, before extending a hand to the leader of the turtles. “Together”.

Leo looked at Batman’s hand, extending his own hand in order to shake it, when suddenly…

“Awesome! Dips on the Batmobile!”, Mikey yelled, jumping over the head of a growling Raph, skipping right by you in a rush and right through Leo and Batman’s handshake.

“Uh, we have our own ride”, Leo said after Mikey, not sure if his forgetful lille brother actually was able to remember it.

“You do?”, Batgirl asked Donnie in confusion, causing Donnie to beam with innocent pride, thinking of the van he had tuned up.

“Yeah, we didn’t walk here from New York”, Donnie smiled, secretly hoping that Batgirl would ask about the van.

“Don’t care!”, Mikey yelled, already inside Batman’s car, fastening his seatbelt. “Called the Batmobile!”

Batman looked from Mikey to Leo, his eyes lingering at him for a moment before giving him a small nod. It was time to find Shredder and Ra’s.

[writing-with-yours-truly]

"'Til Death Do Us Part." - Raphael Hamato (The Last Ronin) +/x Reader

WARNING! SPOILERS FOR THE LAST RONIN WILL BE AHEAD.

Warnings: Spoilers, Gore, Violence.

Request: N/A

You are introduced part-way through the story.

For the most part, it was peaceful in April and Casey's house. The two were supposed to have dinner with the Turtles and break the news about their new engagement.

She never thought she'd marry Casey, she said. But then she couldn't wait for him to ask her for her hand.

The clock hit 6:31. April just assumed they were fashionably late. But when it hit 6:32, she began to get concerned.

"Casey, you told them six thirty, right? Everything's getting cold!" April said cautiously, looking to the kitchen in their small complex.

"Relax, April. You know gettin' from the lair to anywhere is a pain in the butt," Casey reassured her. Or so he attempted.

"But all this food--"

"Is fine, babe," Casey cut April off, pressing a chaste kiss to her hair.

He intertwined their fingers. "I'm more worried about screwing up the toast later."

April looked at him through her short bangs. "Are you scared to tell them?" She joked.

"Sorta, they're family. I still can't believe you said yes." Casey let go of her hand to look at the beautiful golden band resting on her left finger, glistening in the dining room light.

"I thought I'd marry you out of pity, but then I couldn't wait for you to propose," April looked into his eyes, teasing him lightly.

"Sorry about that. It's just, the streets never showed me how to care about anything but myself for most of my life," Casey sighed, looking down to the floor in shame, before meeting April's eyes.

"Which sounds stupid now, because I wouldn't have a life if it wasn't for you guys."

He glaces to the clock, which read 6:40. "Speaking of which, you are right, they are pretty late."

"I'll call Donnie to see what's--"

The door busted open, stopping April's voice abruptly. Raphael walked through. He was holding you, April's younger sister, in his arms. You were bloodied and beaten.

April shouted in shock. "Oh my, God. Sis? Raph?"

"Make a hole, incoming!" He shouted, walking to the dining room table. He shoved the food off the table, placing you down on the table. "Ambush!" He answered plainly before the question was asked.

Casey grabbed a wooden bat, and April hurried to Raphael's side. "Raph, you're hurt. And--" She looked to you. Your face had numbers of cuts on it, starting to get dirtied. "Oh, my God." She put a hand on your cheek, resisting the urge to break down sobbing.

Mikey comes in next with Donnie, both holding Splinter over their shoulders. "Where?" Mikey shouted.

"In here!" Raphael shouted back. Donnie shouted commands. "April, get the med kits, everything!"

Mikey and Donnie rested Splinter on the table as well.

"Who the hell ambushed you guys?" Casey asked, loosening his tie.

"Foot bastards," Raph replied glumly, looking down at your poor face. How could this have happened?

The six of you were simply making your way to April and Casey's apartment. You lightly joking with the all so serious Raphael, when Foot ninjas emerged. There were two of them for every one of you.

It wasn't hard to fight them off, but then one caught Splinter off guard. You sprinted over, attempting to deflect the attack to save Splinter. The damage wasn't as bad as it could've been, but it was still pretty bad. Both of you. You had jumped in and got a cut on your arm. You made contact with the ground, landing on your right leg wrong.

You laid there alongside Splinter for what felt like forever whilst the boys fought off the remaining Foot that lived. Once they were out of the way, they were going to continue their journey, until they realized neither you or Splinter were answering.

Mikey was the first to turn around. "Sensei?" Mikey said, voice wavering lightly. He rushed over. Raph turned around and as soon as he saw the two of you on the ground, his instincts kicked in. He ran over to you and scooped you into his arms. "Oh, man. Jesus Christ. This is bad." He pat your cheek. "Stay with me, okay?" The three boys looked around. "Leo..?"

When you awake, you're on a hard and cold surface. You sit up, feeling a shooting pain up your leg. You hiss, causing the three boys to look to you. "Oh, God. You're awake!" Mikey sighed audibly. You look around, absorbing your surroundings. You're at your sisters. You turned behind you, and you saw Splinter, bloodied and in pain, taking shaky, raspy breaths. You look at the three boys, instantly noticing Raphael's absence. "Where is Raph?" You asked, sliding off the table.

"He went after Karai," Leo replied. "Please don't tell me you're considering going after him."

"Leonardo, he could be in danger with no help," You wobble slightly, limping to face the tall, blue-clad turtle.

"You are in no shape to go fight."

"Well, some help is better than none," You argue.

"Leo, I need your help," Casey's voice is heard in the other room. Leo leaves the room, the other two brothers, trailing behind. You take the chance, grabbing Casey's bat, and limping out of the apartment.

You make it to the Foot's hideout. You kept hidden behind a wooden crate, peeking over it cautiously. Raphael was perched on a metal drum, waiting to attack.

Karai was standing up on a shipping container. "We must finish what we have started. The truce between the Foot and the Hamato clan has been broken. Blood has been spilled. And there is no turning around now."

In the corner of your eye, you saw Raphael reach for a Foot clan member's throat, snapping it. The people around noticed instantly.

Raphael flipped off of the barrel, landing into the crowd. He began to stab anyone and everyone in his cone of vision. You came out of hiding, limping to the fight. You helped with clan members behind Raphael, bashing their heads with Casey's bat. You were fighting off one member, when one was about to stab Raphael with his katana. "Raphael, behind you!" You shouted, using your strength to slam your bat into the Foot member's head.

Raphael turned to see you. "Wha-The hell are you doing here?" He kept fighting members off at a time.

"And so, our failures find us," Karai spoke boldly. "So be it."

She points a slender figure in your direction. "Kill the beasts!"

"Bring it!" Raphael said, charging into another crowd with his sais, impaling a member in the process.

"Sending your wimps in to do the dirty work, eh Karai?" He asked. You kept watching his back, hitting multiple people with your bat to make sure they don't get back up.

An arrow whizzes past your head, thankfully missing you.

"You already made that mistake once tonight." An arrow lodged into his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. Another lands in his shell.

"You ambushed my family. *Killed* my father!" He kicks a foot member, taking his sai back to stab another in the face. "So stop hidin' behind the scrubs and we'll finish this once and for all!"

"Only one way this ends." You felt an arrow pierce your neck, not yet knowing it's lodged there. You cry out, slamming your bat into the ground.

Karai jumps off the shipping crate, wielding her katanas.

"Yes...We will!" She shouted, landing atop him. He shoves her off, attempting to stab her with his sai. She blocks the attempt with her katana. You keep fighting off remaining soldiers with the arrow in your neck. You felt extremely loopy.

"Foolish, undisciplined brute," She scoffed, kicking him.

He got back up. "Brute? You've got no idea." He lodges a sai in her forearm, kicking her away. She regains her footing, and Raph uses his other sai to try and stab her.

"Enough! My soldiers may have failed to take your head, mutant. But I will not!" She jabs her katana forward towards his head. He ducks, barely missing her sword.

"You missed," He said, yanking the sai out of her arm. They were both headed towards the river. "Raph, watch out..!" You try and shout but it comes out in a hoarse whisper. You drop to your knees. Over Karai's shoulder, he watches you drop down.

"No..." He snaps his attention to Karai. "My turn!" He flips her behind him, causing them to tumble into the river. He lodges his last sai into her back, and she punched him.

Karai got pulled back up, and Raph was left sinking to the bottom of the river.

You tried to let a scream out, but your lungs had no air left. Your vision became blurry, and you collapsed.

Raph...

[mythos321]

Third of those WoF x Persona character descriptions

Tsunami of The Sea Kingdom

Codename: Skull, which was thought up by Clay and Turtle

Arcana:The Chariot

Birthdate: 5005 AS on the Brightest Night

Persona: In story known as Hurricane. Her persona is the Infamous Pirate Empress Ching Shih! it can also turn into the Ultimate form as The Wrathful Deity and King of the Sea, Poseidon!(as opposed to The infamous pirate Captain Kidd)

Backstory: Tsunami is the same brash Seawing that we know and love from the main universe, even with her different upbringing. Having been raised in the seawing palace alongside her brothers and sisters. She always felt like her mother under appreciated her, even if she tried to push that feeling down.

Things got worse however after Whirlpool was around more and assigned as her teacher. Whirlpool constantly pushed Tsunamis buttons and worked her to the bone in a clear attempt to set her off for reasons Tsunami didn’t quite get at the time, all she knew was she hated the guy for it. Whirlpool finally succeeded in pushing her over the edge when she was 6 and he made a comment about her father, who jaded recently died from mysterious circumstances, and she finally snapped and attacked him, and Coral rushed over to throw Tsunami off, which ended up dislocating her wing in the process. After that, Tsunami was completely done with her mother, and with some help from her older sister Orca, managed to get a place away from the royal palace.

Unfortunately for Tsunami, her ties with her mom weren’t able to end there, as Tsunami still had to attend the school where Coral and her family were a massive presence, as well as that rotten squidbrain Whirlpool. Tsunami thought she was simply in a new stage of hell, until by sheer chance she crossed paths with a certain Mudwing on her way to her first day of school

Physical Description:a difference between Tsunami and her main counterpart is she has a slightly less slim build compared to her main, and mildly “less elegant” in her build as her mother puts it. She also has a slight limp to her wing because of her mother, though thanks to Clay this becomes better over time. She used to wear strands of pearls but since the incident before she crushed them and turned them into little glitter on a jacket she wears.

Personality:Tsunami is largely the same personality wise to her main counterpart, with one difference being a more upfront sense of right and wrong, and also not liking her mother at all due to having the displeasure of growing up with her.

Goals:To change the hearts of all the shitty adults in charge all around Pyrrhia, and spread around the Phantom Thieves and make them grow. A more simple goal for her is to change the heart of her mother, even if Tsunami tries to deny that want.

Trivia

-Tsunami likes 2 members of her family, her younger sister anemone, and her big sister Orca, in particular with Orca because of how they’re both “disappointments”

-Tsunami thinks her mothers writings for the most part is awful, but there is one story she actually likes, “The Missing Prince”, which from what she recalls was written when an egg suddenly went missing from the hatchery, the reason she likes it is because she feels it’s the ONLY writing of Corals with any true weight behind it

-Tsunami considers Clay not only her best friend but the closest thing she has to real family

-Before her injury Tsunami was one of the best swimmers and flyers around, though she is slowly regaining that ability

-Tsunami is still tone deaf and can’t sing for crap, in fact she’s somehow WORSE, the only one who tolerates her singing is Clay, and even he usually needs a skill check on it

-As far as Tsunamis concerned, all she needs is a blunt weapon when in mementos, even when she uses a trident she uses it more like a hammer than anything(even though some of her allies point out a trident is “stabby stabby” not “bashey bashey”)

[lostrealities0]

Finding Home part 6

First - Prev - Next

Leo woke up to Raph's voice. "LEO!"

"Huh?" He groggily sat up. It was 7 am. What did he do?

He already apologized for replacing Donnie's toothpaste with frosting.

Yesterday, all he did was hangout in the lair. Oh and go to Run of the Mill because-

Oh.

Oh shit.

Leo nearly fell out of bed, rushing out of his room. He must have slept through the alarm. Again. He really needed to talk to Donnie about upgrading his alarm clock.

Stepping out of the curtains, Leo was immediately slammed into Raph's plastron. "Ow...my nose..."

"Oh, sorry bud." Whatever Raph was feeling before dissipated, replaced by concern.

"M'fine," Leo's voice slurred, still waking up.

Sure he was okay, Raph scowled. "Mind tellin' me why there's a human in the living room?"

"Human?" Leo's head snapped up. He pushed past Raph. "Not human. Mutant."

"They looked pretty human to me and Mikey." Leo groaned. Did Donnie and Splinter know too? "Either way, doesn't explain why they're here and why you didn't tell us."

Ah. Raph's upset because Leo didn't "consult with the team."

The two stopped at the edge of the living room. Mikey was sitting on the ground near the couch, sketchbook in hand and color pencils and markers strewn across the floor. He smiled at them with a quick wave.

Leo waved back. "How did you know it was me?" He lowered his voice. Oz must still be asleep if Mikey wasn't trying to immediately become friends with them.

Raph gave him a look.

"...Okay, fair."

They stood in silence. Leo watched his little brother work, more than aware that Raph was staring at him. "You're aware humans don't typically look like solid ink right?"

"So you're plannin' on keeping us in the dark?" Leo winced. Raph...his voice was disappointed but not surprised. Like he expected this from Leo.

The observation struck Leo hard, and his facade fell. Words died in his throat. Leo looked down, frowning. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Why was this difficult? All he had to do was explain last night. Leo had no doubt that his brothers would help Oz.

It felt like a confession. The conversation became more than the situation with Oz. Leo couldn't do that right now.

His brother softened. "What's his name?"

"I don't know. I've been calling him Oz in my head." Gratitude and love washed over Leo, recognizing Raph was giving him little steps to take instead of climbing the wall.

The red turtle nodded. "Where did he come from?"

"Señor Hueso found them. He thinks they were recently mutated."

Mikey's head popped up. "Mutated?"

"Yeah...wait, were you being serious about Oz looking human?"

Raph huffed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Leo walked around the couch. Instead of the inky black mutant he saw last night, there was indeed a human. Their skin was tan, and his hair was short and curly.

"Oh."

[arctic-space-penguin]

"Uh, did Hope ever have a gap tooth?" Don asked.

"Obviously not!" Sterling hit Don's arm. "I would have one if she did!"

Draxum seemed mildly concerned when he overheard and hurried over. "We have to get Michelangelo's spirit out of her before her body changes completely."

"No shit," Sterling muttered under her breath.

Casey pulled away from Michael and leapt away like he'd been burned. Michael stared blankly at in front of him in stunned silence. Draxum pinned his arm's to his currently-not-but-somehow-becoming-his body.

"A precaution," the goat explained for the glare he got. "Someone get a jar or something to contain his spirit after I remove it."

"...Is this gonna hurt?" Michael asked, not just for himself.

"Yes and no," Draxum replied. "Mostly no."

"Wha--"

Draxum placed his large hands on Michael's shoulder and chest, cutting the box turtle off. Both their eyes glowed as the group watched. Sterling scrambled off the couch, remembering the jar, and yanked open a cabinet to grab one.

Hope's body sagged, vines vanishing, the second Draxum got Michael's spirit out. Sterling arrived back just in time to capture the shimmering, burning thing in a jar.

Everyone released the breath they didn't realize they had all been holding. Sterling held the jar up.

"This'll hold, right? His spirit's kinda... made of fire," the woman asked, pausing as the jar heated up a tad. "And this is made of glass."

"It will have to for now. His spirit might fade without it," Draxum replied.

"Can't you mystically enhance it or something? Make it fireproof or whatever?" Don asked. "Rather not lose my brother twice, thank you."

Draxum sighed but nodded. Sterling shoved the heating jar into his hands and rushed to the sink just in case. The goat closed his eyes in focus. Slowly, through the spell he was muttering, the glass cooled in his hands. Don took it when Draxum was finished.

"What about his body?" Leo wondered curiously.

"Draxum can just make him one," Sterling shrugged. "He'd do anything for Mikey, present or future."

"Making a mutant is not easy," Draxum warned her.

Sterling narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying you won't do it?"

"No," Draxum said. "Don't put words in my mouth as you humans say."

Hope suddenly gasped awake and nearly fell off the couch if Sterling didn't catch her with her foot. All eyes turned to her.

"I never want to be stuck in a spirit plane ever again," Hope dragged a hand tiredly down her face.

Don held out the jar. "Say hello to the guy who was in control of your body for twenty-ish minutes give or take."

Hope did a quick double-take before turning to Mikey. "Of course future you did it."

"What-- hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Mikey squeaked in protest.

Hope rolled her eyes. "I didn't say anything."

Mikey opened his mouth to protest again, but the look Leo gave him made him shut it again. Sterling cleared her throat.

"Let's get back to talking about the whole giving-Michael-a-body-again situation please," she requested.

"I can do it, but it will take time for it to grow to the right size even if I speed up the process by a few months," Draxum explained.

"We'll wait as long as we have to," Don nodded resolutely.

---

Yeah, now Hope's back too! :DDD

Also please, I know some reading have probably been waiting for them all to finally get back to the past, and I wanted to make this part a little longer to fit in Michael getting his body, but I ended up deciding not to, BUT IT WILL HAPPEN NEXT CHAPTER

Realizing now that would leave the perfect amount of chapters left for the others, so here's the rundown:

Part 4 - Michael comes back

Part 5 - Leon comes back

Part 6 - Red comes back

Part 7 - Yarrow comes back

Part 8 - Apes comes back

Part 9 - A final hurt/comfort part to tie it all together

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P&C | Ch. 10: Scavenger Hunt

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Checking that everything is unplugged for what feels like the 10th time, I lock the door and meet Jungkook at the elevator. From the way he was buried under my bags you might think that I was moving out, but I swear I plan to wear all of my outfits and you can bet that they will cause commotion. While I offered to take the suitcase, he doesn’t mind the load, finds it cute that I planned so much. He on the other hand, managed to somehow fit all of his belongings into one pathetic backpack, making me look absolutely insane. I mean with a body like that you don’t really need a lot of clothes to make a statement. Worst comes to worst he could just walk around half naked and no one would mind. Except for me of course, because … boundaries, or whatever. 

After successfully stuffing everything into the trunk, we were left waiting for Tae to wake up from his slumber. 

“You did call him right?” Jungkook asks softly, leaning his forearms on the passenger door, gaze focused on my sleepy face. It's about 6:30 am, so I’m not too worried about looking like a live-action Ratatouille, but it does suck that he has to see me like this. I reply with a little nod before bringing my knees to my chest, hiding everything under my hoodie. I might have overslept and missed all 10 of my alarms, needless to say, there was no time to pick out an outfit so some shorts and a hoodie had to suffice for the road trip. No complaints though, except for the layer of goosebumps emerging all over my body from the cold morning breeze. 

Noticing my shivers, Jungkook opens the trunk and pulls out a blanket, covering the exposed parts of my figure. Letting out a little grin as he pats the top of my head, he dials Tae’s number before the said man of the hour rolls his suitcase down the entrance. He looks just like me, hair unbrushed, glasses on to cover up the undereye bags. Sporting another one of his Vector-looking tracksuits, Tae waves us hello before melting into the backseat. 

“Guys, did we really have to rival the sunrise to make it there on time?” he mumbles in annoyance. Earning a little chuckle from the both of us, he puts on his headphones before dozing off to sleep. It's about a six-hour drive, but Jiah wanted to get there earlier to beat the morning rush. 

“Let me know if you want to change shifts,” I tell Jungkook as he lets out a chuckle. 

“HA, Peaches, with all due respect but you drive at a turtle's pace. We would be lucky to get there while the sun is still out,” he grins, his bunny teeth peeking through the teasing smile. I roll my eyes and slap his forearm. I mean he is not wrong but it was the thought that was supposed to count. 

Getting comfortable in my seat, my eyelids begin to feel heavy and within a few minutes, I’m out like a light. That is until I feel the car stop, hearing chatter in the background as the backdoor slams shut. 

Rubbing my eyes I focus on the sticky note posted on a bag of food sitting on my lap. 

Tae threatened to piss himself if we didn’t stop by a gas station, we’ll be back in 5. Eat.

My mouth drops upon seeing a box of shrimp dumplings. No way, he remembered. Teary-eyed, I’m reminded of my family who is across an ocean, spending our first holiday without me. And just like that homesickness kicks in at full speed and tears begin rolling down my face, as I stuff a dumpling down my throat to silence the sobs. Startled by the sound of the car door opening, Jungkook meets my sad eyes, wiping the tears off my face.

“YAH, Jungkook what did you do to her?” Tae exclaims, pushing his shoulders to get a closer look at me. He checks my forehead for any signs of a fever before focusing on the sticky note. 

“First of all, I did not piss myself,” he glares at Jungkook who is still dumbfounded by my state. Muting Tae’s tangent, he turns my body towards him, moving some strands of hair behind my ear. 

“Miraya, are you okay? Is it the dumplings, are they bad?” he asks, eyes analyzing my every reaction. Taking a deep breath, I try to gain my composure, feeling the embarrassment kick in as I bury my face into my palms. 

“I miss my family,” I softly cry out, wiping teardrops off of my lenses. 

“Aww come here Flip-flops,” Tae leans in closer and pulls us both into a group hug. A cute little bonding moment in the middle of a gas station. Who would have thought? I can’t help but let out a soft giggle as Jungkook caresses my free hand with his thumb. Pouting his lips, he hates to see me cry but understands that sometimes you just have to let it out. 

“You know what, we will have so much fun on this trip you won’t even remember why you cried,” Tae chuckles, his boxy smile on full display. I nod, reciprocating a soft smile as Jungkook buckles me up and wipes the remaining tears off of my cheek. 

Turning the engine back on, we resume our journey. Passing the rest of the food to Tae I feed Jungkook some dumplings as he manages the map directions on his phone. 

“The dumplings are delicious, thank you,” I whisper, leaning my head back, eyes focused on Jungkook’s lip rings. Sensing my action a soft grin forms on his face as he replies with a quick wink. 

--

Your destination will be on your left 

Turning off the engine, Jungkook parks the car near the gates. Jimin waves us hello as he rolls the two suitcases to the main doors, letting Jiah know of our arrival. 

“Miraya!” she screams, hands in the air as we run towards each other. Both melting into the embrace, we debrief the drive here, as Jungkook and Tae join Jimin in the unloading process. 

“Oh, by the way, I decided to invite one of my childhood friends as well, hopefully, you guys don’t mind. She lives just an hour from here and is super nice,” Jiah explains, analyzing our reactions. Of course, no one had any objections. 

“Sounds good to me as long as I get a room with the biggest bed,” Tae chuckles, pulling two backpacks over his shoulder. 

“Right, about that …” Jiah giggles, as four pairs of eyes turn to her devious smile while she presses the keypad that opens the gates. The cottage is huge, to say the least, covered in real wood with beautiful green roofs. It’s split into two sections one of which has a walkout to the lakehouse and an outdoor jacuzzi, while the other faces the forest in the backyard. 

“The guys dib the bigger house,” Tae exclaims, pulling Jungkook and Jimin into a little huddle. As the three of them look back at us with a teasing grin, Jiah folds her arms and scoffs at her boyfriend. 

“Ha, I knew this would happen, so I asked my aunt to create a little scavenger hunt for us. The winner gets the bigger house. Girls vs. boys,” she exclaims back with additional sass in her voice. 

“Aren’t you guys at a disadvantage, there’s only two of you,” Jungkook says, gaze focused on my face. 

“And anyways, I don’t mean to be sexist but come on now, do you really think you can beat three men?” Tae grins, leaning in closer. 

“You’re right, we should probably ask the men when they arrive,” I scoff back twirling my hair, looking him up and down, winking at his Vector tracksuit. He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes, as Jungkook and Jimin try to maintain their composure. 

“Whatever you say, princess,” Tae grins back, patting the top of my head. 

“While we wait for Sohee, we should probably just unpack our stuff into the main hall,” Jiah says, as the guys carry in the last of the bags up the stairs. “Miraya, can you and Jungkook get some groceries? There’s a little supermarket just down the road,” she asks softly, handing me her credit card. 

“Jiah, I can cover this don’t worry, you’ve already done so much,” I let out a soft smile, giving the card back to her which she declines and puts back into the pocket of my hoodie. We exchange teasing looks and chuckle. Jiah is an older sister so she possesses a natural sense of responsibility and strictness. It’s hard to overrule her decisions, especially when trying to help her. 

--

Waving bye to the rest of the group, Jungkook reverses out of the driveway as we head to the market. My phone vibrates on my lap, as I glance at the notification on the top, ‘Your period is late by two days’. Phenomenal, I sigh. 

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asks, lowering the radio. 

“Nothing, my period is just late and I didn't pack anything with me,” I answer looking at the beautiful scenery out the window. 

“Too young to be a mom don't you think,” he grins, scrunching his nose as I slap his forearm. 

“No you smooth brain, I was just stressed about my exams. It happens,” I exclaim, letting out a little chuckle at his teasing. 

After about 10 minutes we arrived at the market. Structurally it was old but you can tell the owners took good care of it, becoming a neighborhood favorite. 

As we walk in I check the grocery list Jiah sent me while Jungkook rolls in the cart. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out the layout of the store before heading to the dairy section. 

“Milk? Check. Whipping cream? Check. Ok what's next,” I whisper to myself, crossing off items from the list. 

“Jungkook did you get the …” my sentence is abrupted by his absence. Literally, where could he have gone, I turned for 1 minute. I let out a big sigh as I start my first circle around the market before finding Jungkook in the female hygiene aisle. Oh my god. 

“How do pussy sizes work,” he looks up with genuine confusion on his face. “You look like a small but it goes all the way up to XL, so I’m not sure” he continues talking, completely disregarding my distraught state. 

“Pardon??” I choke, checking that no one else heard what just came out of his mouth. 

“What? I don’t have a reference,” he exclaims, holding two boxes of pads. 

“Jungkook what the actual fuck? Put that down,” I whisper, slapping the items out of his hands. He chuckles at my flustered state before leaning his head on the shelf, gaze lowered on my face which was now flushed. I quickly grab the cheapest option and pull him to self-checkout. 

--

“You guys finally made it,” Tae screams as Jungkook locks the car and brings in the last of the groceries. Sitting on the couch my eyes meet a girl with beautiful red hair waving at our arrival. 

“Mira, Jungkook, this is Sohee,” Jiah introduces us as we exchange little bows, before finally joining everyone on the couch. I decide to sit beside Tae, leaving just one possible spot for Jungkook, next to Sohee. She scoots over to make more space, before he politely stops her, letting out a soft smile. Trying not to pay much attention to it, I busy myself with the zipper on my hoodie before Jimin begins explaining the rules of the scavenger hunt. 

“The teams have already been decided, boys vs. girls. The winning team must collect all three items and have at least one member remaining to get the prize. Elimination of a player will occur once their tag is ripped off by the opposite team. Tackles are fair game, so ladies get ready,” he chuckles, grinning at Jiah’s annoyance. 

“Additionally, if you stumble upon a red envelope, you must complete a challenge and post it on the group chat for verification,” he continues, checking to see if anyone had any questions. Confirming the rules, I ask Tae to pass me the tag which I try to tuck deep into my shorts to make it more difficult to pull. Heading out I can feel Jungkook’s hand on my back as he whispers something into my ear. 

“Be careful Peaches,” 

--

3 … 2 … 1 … 

Jimin lets out a big whistle to initiate the start of the game, turning on the speakers that are now blasting ‘Let's Get It Started’ by the Black Eyed Peas. Jiah, Sohee and I exchange nods and run towards the forest, where we are met with our first red envelope. The boys decide to stay back in the house and search for any clues inside before taking on the ground level. 

“Already?” Sohee and I exclaim in annoyance. 

“It better be something easy,” I say, out of breath from all the running (max 15 steps). Jiah opens the envelope and lets out a soft gasp, leaving our imaginations run wild. 

“What is it?” we both shout, as she turns the envelope over. 

“Pose for a picture that would make your significant other excited” I read out loud, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. You’re kidding. Looking at each other, the three of us shake off the jitters and set the timer on the phone camera, leaving no time for objections. 

“Okay, one of you just push up your bra and the other pull up your shirt or something. I’ll give ass,” Jiah exclaims with all seriousness disregarding the way it all sounds. Letting out a big chuckle, we do as she says before being captured on camera. 

“Well, it will definitely get someone excited,” Sohee whispers, as any remaining drop of dignity leaves my body. I mean we do look hot, that isn’t up for debate, but at what cost? 

“We better get the bigger house,” I chuckle, sending both the forbidden photo and a screenshot of the challenge to the group chat.

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