#CW disasters

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

I've been mulling on a thought, so I'm curious

Guidance:

I am using a broad definition of disaster here. You do not need to go look up whether an event was officially declared a disaster or not. Does it seem like it should be a disaster? Then go for it.

For the purpose of this poll "been through a disaster" means 'been in the area in which a disaster is occurring.' If a tornado touches down in your town, but does not hit your house (which you were in at the time) then you have been through a disaster but you did not necessarily sustain damage

This poll is asking about your home and/or the building you were in at the time. If you were not home during the disaster, you still get to count the damage done to it.

Home/Building... eh, define it how you will

Pick the closest answer, disasters are a big category and I'm not going to be able to fit in good answers for every variation of them

[sparklemaia]

yes I'm now on the other side of top surgery and I'm allowed to lift things again 💪 You might have already seen this one on my substack -- did u know you can subscribe to my substack for early access to comics like this?! Sent directly to your email inbox??? FOR FREE????? (there is also an optional paid tier for exclusive bonus content for five bucks a month but like 80% of my posts will be free and publicly available) ty ily♥

[colorstrike624]

Warning: Some Blood!! (not graphic but still)

This came to me while I was watching Monster's Inc. and Sulley said "Did you lose weight? Or a limb?"

I can imagine that in a situation like this, joking about it would be Leo's way of trying to calm down both himself and those around him.

I can also imagine that if Donnie wasn't there or had no way of knowing what happened at the exact moment, he would be absolutely floored to see that not only has his brother lost an arm......but he's making jokes about it If only he had heard even half of the ones Mikey had to hear on the way back

Also I could be totally wrong on that 7 lbs (3.1 kg) thing that was a big guesstimate

[tangledinink]

at long last...

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[idiot-mushroom]

happy 4/20

continuation is here 🎉

[daflangstlairde-art]

Y'all ever ̵̢̧͕̘̱̜̣̮̮̬͖̠̭̣̬͚̺̖͑̀̂̆̑̏̓̏͛̋̈́͆̀̏̃͒̽̽̆͗̑̈́̄͛̕͜͝͝͝ͅ&̷̨̡̧̢̢̠̟̲̗̦̮̮̩͇̠̝̹͇͍̭̫̦̭̼̳̞̜̦͖̙͔̪̬̩͍̺̻̜͍̪̞̺̫̹̍̏̂͊̓͛̇͊͆̐̾̊̈̽̐̉͌̏̑͒̐̏̐̄́̑͒̐̊̿̉̇̏͆͊̓́̆͘͘͜͜͝͝͝͝%̶̛̛̛̝͉̠͚͓̭̐̒͑̒̉̚(̴̡̢̛̬͙̜͎̖͈̻͕̲̟͉̻̭͚̰͔̥͕̝̲͇̼̮̳̉̆̔́̒̃̎͗͆͛͂̅͊̀͋̈̆̽̅̚̚̕͘ͅͅ#̵̧̨̨̨̡̡̳̩͇̮̹̥̰͚͎̤̳͔̗̗̤̻̮̠̖̗͖̳̠̤̠̹͙͚̗̲͓̙̯̝̖̙̤̳̫̰̦̓̋̾̋̍͆͗͊͆͆́̉͂̍̌̋́͐̐̎́̄̓̈̓̍̀͛̏̃͐̍͆́͆͌̾͜͜͝&̷̸̧̨̧̛̛͍͕͚̙̤͓̥̭͍͕̞̰̰̭̟̝̞̫̹̗̥̰̮̹͍̗̦͇̣̥̘̞̯͕͎̪͎̹̻̈̈́̒́̊͂̈́̓̃̀̄̐͌̍͌̑́̽͛͆͐̉̈́̇̍͂͆̊́̒̈̌͗̈̔̆͑͌͋͛͊͗͗̉̍̋̏̅̉̇̚̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅ

Not my usual quality, honestly I was mostly messing around with this one (plain ver. under the cut)

[teaableu]

Average day in EMD separated au

(from a very in context house md scene)

[sara-the-wizard]

I Care. Chapter 6 (part 1/2) (Rottmnt comic)

Donnie and Raph assemble the wheelchair back together for Leo. And honestly, after being stuck in bed for a week, Leo is super excited to get away from the med bay! On the other hand, Donnie doesn't think he deserves any gratitude for finding the wheelchair pieces. It was his fault Leo was hurt in the first place! Donnie wanted to set things right and fix Leo. Truthfully, it looks like everything would be okay! But... Leo's not out of danger yet.

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[reagi-df]

Bifractured time branch

CW blood implied death

Not matter what you do, sometimes you can’t save everyone

Kinda follow on of this

[dandylovesturtles]

explaining the train of thought that got me to this would take way too much backstory but basically I had an idea and then I wrote it. I rewatched Scream recently so maybe that helps lol

cw: death (not of a canon character), mentions of blood and vomit

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The call comes in at a little after 2 AM, and he almost doesn’t answer because he’s busy.

But Leo almost never calls him, and it’s a singular enough occurrence that he picks up the phone and hits the button.

“Hello, you are conversing with Donatello,” he greets. “Make it quick, Nardo, I’m elbow deep in the tank’s engine.”

On the other end of the line, Leo is silent. Or, mostly silent; Donnie can hear him breathing, a little too loud, a little too fast.

Suddenly, he’s on high alert. He sits back from the tank, speaking more urgently into the phone, “Leo?”

There’s another second of breathing, and then, finally, in a voice that is too high and panicked to be his normal joking tone, he says, “Hey, remember when I sent you that meme about siblings who will beat the crap out of each other one minute and hide a body for each other the next, and I said, “us,” and you gave it a heart?”

Donnie blinks. Processes that string of words.

“I think I recall it,” he says.

“Well,” says Leo. “I need to know if that’s really us.”

Donnie stands up and keys in the command to swap battleshells to the jetpack.

“Stay where you are,” he says. “I’m on my way.”

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The body is male. Early twenties. About six two or six three. Caucasian. Wearing some ghoulish mask like the serial killer in a bad teen slasher.

Actually, now that Donnie thinks about it, there’s been stuff on the news lately. About a guy who likes to knife up co-eds. And Leo’s wearing his biggest, baggiest hoodie, and jeans, and in a dark alley like this it would be easy to mistake him for a normal, non-mutated human teen.

The puzzle pieces are all laid out for Donnie, but the picture it paints is pretty unbelievable.

Then again, he’s a mutant turtle who grew up in a sewer and recently fended off an alien invasion. His bar for believable is pretty low.

He takes in the body, slashed across the chest, ridiculous getup soaked in blood. Then he turns to look at Leo, curled around his knees against the wall. There’s blood all over him, too, but Donnie feels pretty confident that most of it is not his own. There’s a puddle of vomit nearby, and a dagger, and a katana, cast aside.

Leo raises his eyes to meet Donnie’s. “I didn’t know he was human.”

Donnie looks back at the body, and at the mask. Connects it to the dagger, which definitely isn’t Leo’s.

“Seems like he was a great guy,” Donnie says. 

“He stabbed my arm.”

“I meant it sarcastically.”

Leo laughs, high and reedy. Then he leans over and vomits again.

Donnie can’t help but curl his snout at that one. He looks away and waits for Leo to finish.

There’s a spit, then a sniff, then Leo says, “He stabbed my arm and I turned around and saw the mask.”

Ah yes, that. It’s pink and has a serrated smile. Little rubbery bits of slime and ooze. These things got popular after the invasion - they aren’t anywhere near the real thing, but in a dark alley, under attack, alone, when Leo had…

The puzzle pieces are there. Donnie doesn’t really need an explanation to put it together.

Actually, scratch that: he does need an explanation for one thing.

“Why are you so upset about this?” He looks back at Leo. “You took out a serial killer. Or a wannabe serial killer. At the very least a stabber.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” says Leo immediately. A little pleading. “I didn’t think that would… I didn’t know he was human.”

“He attacked you.”

“I could have disarmed him. I could have trapped him and let the police deal with him.”

“He came up behind you in this creepy mask and stabbed your arm.”

“He didn’t stand a chance against me,” says Leo, and it’s not swaggering and not boastful, but horrified. “It was like tearing paper, Dee. It was so easy.”

Donnie leaves the body to kneel in front of his brother. He puts his hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye to make sure he listens.

“He attacked you, Nardo. He wanted to kill you. He made the wrong choice. Not you.”

Leo looks down, at the blood on his hoodie, and Donnie squeezes his shoulders until they lock eyes again. 

“He made the wrong choice,” Donnie repeats emphatically. 

Leo sighs, like he’s giving in, and a rueful smile grows on his face. “Thanks, hermano. But I don’t think the EPF is gonna see it that way.”

Ah yes, the good old United States government, and their hilariously poorly titled Earth Protection Force. Since the invasion, their existence had become known to the EPF, and they’ve been in an unspoken truce ever since. A “live and let live” holding pattern.

Unfortunately, Donnie has to admit Leo is right on this one: that this man is likely and most probably a serial killer won’t matter to the EPF. Killing any human crosses a line they won’t tolerate.

And so, there is only one solution here. The one Leo proposed when he first called.

Donnie is going to help him hide a body.

…Which means he is going to have to touch it.

Leo frowns at him. “Uh, Dee, what’s the yarf-face for?”

“I just realized how gross this is going to be.”

Leo laughs again, more than a little hysterical, and lets his head fall against Donnie’s plastron, the giggles shaking his shoulders under Donnie’s hands.

“That wasn’t a joke,” Donnie insists. Leo just laughs even harder.

Donnie scowls, even as he pulls Leo closer. “That meme really is us. I want to beat the crap out of you right now.”

Leo howls with laughter. Except it sounds a little more like sobbing now. Donnie gathers him up and holds him until he’s better again.

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Across the Hudson, the sky is turning pink. Donnie stands with Leo, watching the water that the body disappeared under.

They’ve already scrubbed the alley clean of any blood traces - his and Leo’s. He also had his drones bring gloves with the cleaning supplies, so they didn’t leave any fingerprints. At least Leo had the sense not to touch anything. And it’s not like the government has their prints on file, anyway. Donnie’s checked.

There wasn’t anything they could really do to hide the massive laceration that led to the body’s death. Short of melting it in acid, but both of them had dismissed that idea as soon as Donnie raised it. Despite what Donnie thinks of himself, he isn’t actually a stone cold disposer of bodies. The idea of melting it was too gross to think about.

Besides, it doesn’t matter if the body gets found, as long as it doesn’t get traced back to them. And Donnie doesn’t see any reason it should.

He’s already hacked any security cameras near the scene and made sure Leo doesn’t show up on any of them. Leo’s a good enough ninja to avoid that sort of thing, anyway, not that Donnie will admit it out loud. The crabs and fish will take care of the flesh and the katana’s mark. Leo destroyed the weapon itself in a bright blue explosion of ninpo.

“It’s kind of a bummer,” says Leo after a minute, “that the murders will go unsolved.”

“No, they won’t.” Donnie pulls out a phone, holding it carefully with his gloves. “He helpfully took trophy photos.”

Leo’s eyes go wide. “Dude, did you fish around in his pockets?”

Donnie can’t help but curl his lips. “Ugh, don’t remind me. It was a very unpleasant experience and I don’t want to repeat it.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Find where he lived and leave it there.” Donnie shrugs. “His body will turn up, or he’ll get reported missing. The cops will find it and everything will be wrapped up in a neat little bow.”

“Huh. Guess that takes care of that.” A pause. Leo shuffles a bit next to him. “You’re… really calm about this.”

Is he? Since the moment he got that phone call, he entered Fix It mode. He hasn’t really thought of anything else since.

“I don’t know if I will be later,” he admits.

“I’ll be there, if you’re not.”

Donnie hums an acknowledgement. There’s a weight against his arm, Leo leaning into him.

“Thanks, Dee,” he says.

“You’d do the same for me,” Donnie replies.

“Yeah,” Leo agrees. Simple as that.

[decayingmetalflesh]

Kolossos.

[hitwiththefandomz]

Sometimes there are stupid questions…

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[msaw]

fanart for a fanfic about a fight involving fire, per se. au by @remedyturtles

no spoilers past chapter 26 pls i havent read that far <3

[cometshift]

disaster waltz

[currentlylurking]

every december I abruptly remember the same fic concept I've had for literal years where Johnny 13 hosts an absolute garbage Christmas Truce party. Like just the worst party ever. It was supposed to be a potluck but there's no food aside from chip dip Danny brought and ghost weed. Everyone is bored out of their minds.

Except Danny saw on the invitation (which was written on a crumpled receipt from Johnny's pocket, purely because Kitty insisted on at least that, and thrown at him mid fight) that he can 'invite whoever'.

So he'd invited Clockwork.

And as soon as Clockwork arrives everyone loses their minds because uhhhh?? hey THE LITERAL GOD OF TIME is here???

[unicornpopcorn14]

Hc that Fem!skk have synchronized periods.

The interesting thing about this is while most people would think that would be a disaster, it's sort of a blessing.

Fem!Dazai would hide her period cramps and deny experiencing any effects, though at any chance of affection would go right for it because it sucks and hurts and any fraction of comfort is better than none.

Fem!Chuuya loves being held sm she just embraces anything and everything while crying sometimes from how cute the thing she's hugging is (especially if it's a plushie or a puppy). That's a monthly staple.

So combined, they become the most cuddly-infused monsters with Chuuya being all over Dazai and Dazai allowing it for how nice it feels.

And it's so funny because in their PMS stages they'd be at each other's fucking throats and so close to snapping each other's necks.

While the next day they're hugging and cuddling and being miserable together.

Fem!Mori just gives them that whole dreaded week off.

(And after that week passes they both deny ever being this affectionate. Every single month.)