mutantgangland

[mutantgangland]

grandtheftautobot​:

“you can’t go out, hob. you’re a bastard.”

“Hasn’t stopped me yet.”

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grandtheftautobot​:

the shot rings out across the pier. 

leah does not move, does not blink, as the man falls. blood splatters the dock, but it’ll be gone by morning. there’s a storm rolling in tonight. she lowers her gun, fires a second shot directly into the bastard’s head, and then flicks the safety on. it’s holstered quickly. dark eyes lift, soften.

“hob.” the word has barely left her lips before she’s by his side. one hand rests on his shoulder, in an effort staunch the bleeding, as the other slips behind his back, to pull him into a sitting position. “c’mon, big cat, you know better than to work with those crooks at 140th. you…”

“fuck. his buddies are gunna be comin’ by to look for him soon.”

@mutantgangland​

He’d let down his guard. He was usually very vigilant: he had to be, after all. The business of illegal arms dealing was a messy affair, and there was always someone out there looking to get their foot in the door, preferably by removing someone else’s. But Old Hob had spent his “formative” years as an alley cat, and he was as sly as he was cunning.

But once, this once, he’d let his fool guard down, and he found himself leaning against a crate as he panted, one paw pressed firmly over the bleeding wound on his side. It was only by the grace of some higher power that Leah had stumbled on him at all.

“Perfect timing, kitten. Here I thought I’d have to run this party alone.” He doesn’t resist her pulling him up, and he knows he’s in a pretty bad way. Damn gangsters... no honor among thieves these days. “Bastard got me good, eh? Fuck- help me stand, let’s get somewhere a touch more defensible to get this pinprick patched up.”

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The first rule of being a genius was simple enough: never leave your toys unattended. It had surprised her a bit to discover her arch nemesis had discarded the prize for the drone race, but all the better for her... to second place went the spoils.

There were a million and one things she could think of that she could use it for. Money, power, fame... but none of that was forefront in her mind. At least not at the moment.

Tapping her nails against the back of her phone, she kicked up her heels onto the dash of Jeremy’s car, she made a light sound, tapping a contact that came up onto her screen before smiling faintly. This thing really was good.

What a fun way to get revenge. But first... she needed to get him close.

[txt: o t h e l l o] Hello DONNIE [txt: o t h e l l o] Wanna play a game with me? ¬‿¬

@technotello​

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Just got off work and gettin’ ready to do those starters and I’m thinking...

Every time I see a “puppetmaster” style plot it’s usually using Big Mama, but no one has talked about the potential of a puppetmaster plot with Kendra using Donnie’s tech to basically use him more directly.

All I’m sayin’ is... she knows the mech clearly failed because there was a middle-man in a way. So why not go straight to the source?

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I’m gonna finally do those Kendra starters tonight, 84 years later ajfklds.

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His ears are burning.

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I feel the ground start to shake I hear a voice shouting, “Move!” But there is no FUCKING way I’d leave you

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I gotta get back to work but have a starter call.

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At the rate this is going, this blog is going to be entirely villains, Aprils, and Harold.

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Or should I say... Donnie?

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Vote now on your phones!

Potential muse add…?

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Potential muse add...?

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grandtheftautobot replied to your post: “No.”

but cat dad

“Absolutely not.”

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“No.”

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grandtheftautobot‌:

she watches as he moves, a little smile curving her lips. he’s an alley cat, alright; angry and near-spitting, fur raising with his rage. others might find it intimidating, frightening even. but leah finds comfort in it. here is someone willing to fight for her. here is someone willing to KILL to keep her out of danger. allies like that are becoming fewer and further between nowadays. 

“i finished my dissertation. i mean, it still needs revisions, but i gotta wait on the committee to get back to me on that.” she takes the brace from him with a soft thank you. leah hisses as she straightens her arm, forces her hand inside. white-hot pain shoots up her arms, and she cannot stop the tears from bloomingin the corners of her eyes. “so, y’know. i did what anyone with a fake id would do, and i started to head out to a few clubs. i deserve it, dammit.”

the rush of adrenaline is starting to fade. the pain in her wrist was bad to begin with, but now? fuck, it’s almost unbearable. her knees scream with the weight of her body. even her back seems to betray her. this is not how she wanted her night to go. and now hob’s got to deal with it.

“got fuckin’ attacked by a giant mutant tortoise-looking bastard. called himself slash.” hobbling over to his couch, leah flops down– and then immediately regrets it. white-hot pain shoots up her back. “son of a BIT– uh. yeah, long story short? motherfucker was trying to use my ass to send a message to the boys. to RAPHAEL. which, first of all, eat my entire ass, that’s not happenin’. secondly, do i look like some damsel?

“oh, big cat, i do not feel good.”

“Yeah I’d reckon you’re not feelin’ too good.”

Though he’s angry, there’s no real heat directed at Leah. His tail lashes again and he lets out a huffy sigh through his nose, ears still completely flat against his head as he considers for a moment. After giving her a look over, he gestures to the couch with one paw, the one that’s holding a brace and a bottle of water.

“Go on, have a sit. I got some of the good shit here, should knock out the pain pretty fast, and we’ll get this brace on you.”

To say the gruff old alley cat is unhappy would probably be an understatement. The streets were kill or be killed, it was true... and he was very happy to be on the side of “kill.” But he knew damn well Leah wasn’t a pushover, so whatever had hit her was clearly something bigger. What a time to get her wrist broken... middle of the first shots fired of a damn war.

But the mention of what got her gives him pause. A giant mutant tortoise...? Maybe the guy his contact was talking about. Seems he may have to reconsider that offer of a partnership if the bastard was set to go after his people.

But on the other hand, she was tangled up with those turtle brats. Though the last few years had cooled his anger at them and their rat master somewhat, he was still somewhat sore over the whole situation. He may not be actively  hunting them, but the thought of teaming up for something like this...

“Yeah those kids would’ve freaked. Probably best they don’t know till you’re a little less rattled yourself.”

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The most April of moods.

me: I’m gonna add IDW April here probably also me: …but I’m gonna use Batgirl of Burnside icons instead of icons from the comics since the comic art is inconsistent and I already have Babs icons made from my old BTAS-based Oracle blog

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me: I’m gonna add IDW April here probably also me: ...but I’m gonna use Batgirl of Burnside icons instead of icons from the comics since the comic art is inconsistent and I already have Babs icons made from my old BTAS-based Oracle blog