#all while looking like he's been through the shredder once

[ellenchain]

Aaaaaaah, the otters! Cuteness overload!

I love how cool mysterious bad boy Lucas turns into a blushing first date nerves mess. 47 has that effect on him.

Olivia: Omg, only cringe washed up middle aged losers who desperately want to connect to their long past youth wear skinny jeans. You're so embarrassing!

Lucas: ....but I am a washed up middle aged loser without a youth.

Lucas is a man of many faces, but when it comes to 47, somehow no mask fits quite right 🤡

((both men are incredibly deadly, but I think when exactly two of the same ilk meet, it cancels the deadliness and coolness out, and what remains are two men who somehow don't know what they are beyond that))

And hahahaha yes exactly, Lucas is a washed up middle aged loser without a youth. Sad, but true. I think all parents are embarrassing at some point, Lucas has to go through this phase too. He can be a cool mercenary all he wants - for Olivia, he's the guy with too-tight jeans and holes in his T-shirt who picks a fight at the supermarket checkout because the cashier wouldn't accept the coupon from the old lady in front of him.

[thegnomelord]

#32 with dombot!Alejandro, subbot!Rudy, and domtop!m!reader. reader find out Alejandro and Rudy made anonymous porn together before committing to the military

Sure thing dude, this got a bit of drama but it's mostly porn lol. I'm going to be taking reqs until 23:59 of December 1st so ya'll still have +- a day to request one of the remaining prompts. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Finding their OnlyFans account

CW: NSFW, reassuring sex(is that even a thing?), porn videos, riding, oral, cum eating. I wrote Spanish in italics.

The asses match.

Their asses match— is the only thing rolling in your skull, every other thought consumed by the high pitched moans ringing in your ears, your eyes focused not on the three masked sweaty bodies writhing against each other in coital bliss, but on a birthmark on one of their asses.

The same birthmark Alejandro has.

When some random dude texted you 'how does used pussy feel like? They're never going to forget me.' you thought it was a case of the mixed number. But then the guy sent you a series of porn videos and you would have ignored them besides having a chuckle at the shit titles- 'Latino twinks tamed by big cock' -had you not caught sight of a young guy with Alejandro's birthmark riding a cock in the thumbnail.

You ended clicking on the video. You shouldn't have.

One video lead you down a rabbit hole and it was like being a bystander at a car crash- a sort of morbid curiosity keeping you looking but unable to move your body. With their faces covered you couldn't tell their exact ages, but they looked young— no tattoos your fingers would absentmindedly trace, no scars you'd kiss, bodies still lean and soft.

You knew they had a life before you, you had no problem coming into their relationship nor did you think less of them... but it was still jarring at just how enthusiastic they were; legs shaking more than you could ever make them, riding the man and begging for 'more, more, more' like trained porn stars, moans loud and whiny like all the sense was fucked out of their heads, screaming out his name and clutching the bed for dear life.

The more you watch, the more you start comparing yourself with the guy in the videos, insecurity taking little nibbles on your mind for every difference you notice. You feel stupid for feeling this way, but your rational mind feels like it's being pushed through a shredder and you can't stop think—

Rudy's hand settles on your shoulder, rough but warm, and you jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet, eyes wide and phone clutched close to your chest like you'd just got caught looking at boobs in school.

"My life?" Rudy asks, confusion obvious on his face as his hand stays hovering in the air, once inviting but now reminding you of a hangman's noose. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yes!" You snap out on instinct, voice so rough and hard it makes him flinch back. You immediately back off, looking down with shame sitting like a boulder in your chest. "...no, I'm not."

You feel him close the distance, his calloused hands warm and gentle against your cheeks as he tilts your head to place a soft kiss on your lips before making you look at him. "Love, talk to me." He says, soft but firm.

"I...uh-" You shuffle your feet like a child, shoving your phone to him. "-this guy sent me this and... and I know it's you and Ale."

Rudy's eyes widen then narrow, face hard like he's facing off against a narco. He mutters something in Spanish that's too harsh and fast for you to fully understand, but you do catch a "-fucking bastard-" in the middle of it. Then he sighs, reaching down to tug you on sleeve, "Come here, my life."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he pulls you to the living room where Ale's watching football. "Hey, the match is starting, where have you two been?" He asks, but the second he looks at Rudy he's turning the TV off and you're left feeling like a kid at the principal's office while they quickly talk in Spanish.

"Alright," Alejandro breathes out, both of them turning their attention to you. "We may have filmed some pornos before we joined the military." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "That motherfucker that texted you was a guy we'd collab with frequently."

You nod your head, indicating them to keep talking because your own voice fails you. They explain how the guy got too annoying to deal with, feeling entitled to their time and attention and wouldn't leave them alone when they dropped him. He hassles them once in a while.

Once they're done explaining it you stand there, gnawing on your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. Rudy comes closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and your body leans into him like he's a spit of land in a raging ocean. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." It's the best way you can explain the strange combination of emotions and thoughts, the only way.

"If it helps," Alejandro sides up to you, one hand brushing your cheek, "He wasn't the best at sex."

"He was shit." Rudy says simply. "Made us swear off opening the relationship for a while."

A snort of laughter leaps out of your throat, "How bad do you have to be to get you two to swear off it?" You ask,

"He'd jackhammer me like a bull and wouldn't take instructions." Rudy says point blank.

"That's blunt." Another chortle escapes you, the two joining you and it feels good to break the tense atmosphere, like clearing the stagnant water of a pond.

"It's the truth," Alejandro adds, "Couldn't tell you how often we had to fake it." He comes closer to grab and squeeze your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

That makes your brows furrow, and you hate for showing how insecure you are but you can't help ask: "And with me? Do you-" They silence your voice and worry with a barrage of kisses, on your cheeks, your eyelids, brows, nose, and everything between, until you're responding in kind and you're all giggling like kids.

"How about we show you?" Alejandro suggests, smooth saccharine voice making Rudy's eyes darken and your heartbeat pick up. "Yes, my loves?"

You're distracted with hot kisses and firm touches to notice how you end up in the bedroom, only becoming aware of them takes a piece of clothing off along the way when you're sucking a hickey on a new piece of their bodies or when their lips are on yours, teeth nipping at your throat to suck matching hickeys on either sides of your neck while you fiddle with their belts.

You tumble into the wide bed, a mess of limbs that acted in sync like one living creature, your motions slow and firm and real as you slowly stretched out Rudy, your fingers slick with abundant lube and drawing soft, pleased sounds that Rudy moaned against Ale's hard cock. "You look so good, my loves." Alejandro breaths out, braced against the headboard and a pillow under his hips to give Rudy access to his hole.

"So good for me," You hum, insistently rubbing Ruby's prostate with your fingers and stroking his hard cock, your mind getting drunk off the way he tilts his hips into your hand and sighs, his tongue eagerly flicking around Alejandro's rim, letting himself be moved by Ale's hand in his hair to where Ale wants him. "You're squeezing so well around me." You kiss the swell of his ass, getting Rudy to squeeze harder around your fingers to prove your point.

Sliding your cock into Rudy until your balls rest against his makes all of you groan, spreading his walls open so well he moans into Ale's ass. You drape your body over Rudy's pinning him down like you know he loves, your eyes meeting Alejandro's as you pump your cock into Rudy's spasming walls, milking drops of pre with every thrust that has your cock bashing against his prostate.

"Go on, make our sky cum." Ale grins, roughly fisting his cock, mind swimming with pleasure from Rudy's tongue playing at his rim and the sight of you two so disheveled, flushed with heat and eyes hazy. It's his favorite part of sex— getting to see you and Rudy succumb to pleasure, freely giving as much as you take.

You nod, increasing your pace, balls slapping against his and hitting his special spot with the precision of a marksman, bullying your cock inside him until he's whining and moaning your name against Ale's skin, not as loud as he was in the porn video but much more real, body and soul bared to take what you give and you give and give and give until you push him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand and spewing seed on the sheets, pulling you down with him and you don't attempt to pull out, shoving yourself balls deep and flooding his belly with your cum.

You breathe to catch your breath before reaching over to help Alejandro cum too, but he bats your hand away. "No, no, no, I have another idea." He grins, the confident lust in his eyes making you harden up in an instant and you know the second Rudy notices it when he clenches around you, his walls giving a wet creamy 'squelch' around you. "Can you two keep up?"

You let Ale push you onto your back, supporting Rudy's hips and uncaring of your cum dripping down on your face as you swiftly pull him down to sit on your face, tongue darting out to eat him out. "Oh fuck- my love-" Rudy groans and unashamedly grinds his hips into your mouth, your tongue delving deep to scoop out your cum, swallowing it without complaint just to feel his walls quiver pitifully around your tongue.

"So good for us." Ale's quick to kiss him, straddling your hips, holding you by the base as he slinks down, hissing against Rudy's mouth at the burning stretch. He relishes the stretch, the feeling of having his body yield to yours, but more importantly he relishes how perceptive you are even when smothered in Rudy's perfect ass, bucking your hips into Ale's when he tries to rise up so you nail his prostate.

"Fuck-" Rudy whines, switching between your and Ale's names, hands roaming every inch of both of your skin while you continue to eat him out, making him spasm and twitch with overstimulation, his heart flutter at how eagerly you pleasure him, his cheeks and ears burning from just how wet you sound underneath him, your throat and jaw wet with spit and cum.

Alejandro sets a hard pace, hands bracing against your stomach to give him perfect balance to rise his hips until your tip's kissing his pulsing entrance and then dropping down, grounding out a rough "Yes, there-" when you buck your hips up to meet him halfway.

You float in bliss, your brain melting through your cock and skull pleasantly empty of everything other than them, though that might be because of slowly depleting oxygen, but you'd be happy to die like this if it made Rudy moan like he's doing now. Ale's tight heat makes you groan, feeling both of them flutter and clench around you, feeding the burning heat in your belly and fuck you're approaching your peak quickly.

You don't know who cums first but it triggers a chain reaction, liquid pleasure rushing like a heatwave through your veins until you're shooting your cum deep into Alejandro's spasming walls that milk you until you've deposited your last drop inside him.

You're all so exhausted you end up leaving washing up for morning, pulling the two men close to you. Rudy's already conked out and sleeping on your chest, lightly drooling.

"Adorable." Alejandro lazily runs his fingers through Rudy's hair, draped over your body, and you see his eyes are starting to droop just like yours.

"I love you." You say in Spanish, your heart doing a fluttering beat at the way Alejandro grins and nuzzles his head into your neck, laying a soft kiss between the numerous bruises they've left.

"I love you too. Both of you." That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep...

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hazband 2: Band AU

Buckle Up, Buttercups. This is gonna be looooooooooong.

-"Insider Bands" playing on VH666 streaming services on a computer monitor / TV screen sitting on the desk against the far wall-

Charlie: (laying on her belly on her bed and chewing her nails like a cartoon goat chews through a field of grass as she watches the TV)

Riff Rascal: Alright, dudes, dudettes, non-duders, and rock-aholics! That was Simple Plain's newest single "Why Are We Kids?!". Coming up next, our guy, our big shredder, our big bad-

????: Dammit, Riff!!!! Just get on with it!!!

Riff Rascal: Yo, sorry, boss lady! Coming up next, we have our expert in all things metal and shredding, Axel Steelgrave, conducting a super secret, super exclusive interview with one of Hell's latest and greatest! Stay tuned!

Charlie: (whines and plasters her face into the comforter) Fuck! I really messed up! I shouldn't have released that album, guys! What if Vaggie doesn't like girls outside of the metal scene?! Then I'm just the creepy, stalker, pop diva who messages her on Sinstagram every once and a while! And likes all of her posts! And comments on each picture! And-

Razzle: (trying to finish polishing Charlie's hooves after a full pedicure and hoof care) Baap?

Charlie: So? It was only ever mentioned once in a tabloid that she was once in a poly ship with a man and woman before. Nothing set in stone. Who listens to tabloids anyway? She said she was a lesbian in her last interview with Angel Metal Monthly.

Dazzle: (brings up a wide array of nail polishes) BaaaAaaAp?

Charlie: Yes! She messages me back almost immediately after every message I send her, but that doesn't mean the's interested in me. She hasn't been online in a week! (rolls over and flops onto her back, covering her eyes with her arm) Not since Katie Killjoy did that whole news segment on my new single music video and album.

Dazzle: (painting Charlie's hooves in a deep red hue called "Wicked Sinister") Baaaaaaap. BaaaAAaaap. Baap. (clicks his hoof in a way that's supposed to look like a sassy finger snap and blows heated air over the paint)

Razzle: Baap! (scowls) Baaap. Baaa. Baap!

Charlie: Thanks, Razzle. No, Dazzle. I really don't think this is some kind of rebound. I really started liking her during the Battle of the Bands gig over at the Jackpot Hotel and Casino. She was the first person who didn't openly laugh at me being there even though I was the only pop singer there.

-VH666 blares back with a heavy metal guitar riff-

Axel Steelgrave: Hey, good evening, everyone. How's it going? Tonight, we have a very special guest. (camera pans out to show Vaggie sitting next to Axel in an interview chair) Lead singer, guitarist, and rocking girl, Vaggie the Steel Vagina from Fallen Angels.

Charlie: WHAT?!?!?!?!?! (crocodile death rolls around in her excitement and falls out of bed, completely wrapped in a burrito, and worm crawls over to the TV) RAZZLE!!! DAZZLE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

Razzle: (salutes) Baap! (grabs the remote and turns up the volume)

Dazzle: (sad bleats as he looks at the mess of nail polish everywhere) baaaaaap.....

Vaggie: (trying not to snarl at the name) It's just Vaggie, Axel.

Axel Steelgrave: Oh, sure. Sure. Well, thank you so much for taking the time to come and see us. Not gonna lie. We were shocked to hear that you were coming out with a new single so quickly.

Charlie: (plasters her face to the screen) New Single?!?!?!?!?!

Vaggie: (blushes slightly) Well, I figured after hearing the Princess's new album and call-out, I should work on a reply.

Angel: (from behind the camera man) You wouldn't have had ta write and record a whole new song and music video if you just sent 'er a video of you jacking it all week! I've never heard dat vibrator work so hard in its life! I swear I smelled smoke last night!

Charlie: (squeals, gasps, and shrieks all at once and falls backwards)

Vaggie: (jumps up from her seat) Angel! What the Fuck?!

Axel Steelgrave: Well, well, well, I guess that answers my next question. I take it this new single is going to be good news for the Princess?

Vaggie: (still steaming as she sits back down and tries to compose herself) I know you have the video on hand. Why not play it and let the fans see for themselves?

Axel Steelgrave: I couldn't have said it better myself. (to the camera) With that being said, let's take a look at a sneak peek of Fallen Angel's new single: "Dear, Charlie - For Somewhere Better".

-Video cuts to some random point in the music video where Vaggie is standing in black leather skirt that has the leather ripped into strips in a hoola-skirt style, black halter tank top, thigh high leather heeled boots, and black fingerless gloves, holding and shredding a guitar. Angel is a pink, fabulous gay disaster on drums while one set of hands works a keyboard.-

Vaggie: (singing) We'll ignite. Still dreaming wide awake. On the hunt for "Somewhen brighter". Pull me close now, and I'll dream until my dying day. Till we create a new "Somewhere better". The promise of a life. Like a thousand suns inside my broken heart. I can see through your eyes. And embrace the flame that guides me through the night.

-Video Cuts back to the interview-

Axel Steelgrave: (freaking out excitedly) Wow! That's quite the statement! Good on you, Steel Vagina!

Vaggie: Vaggie.

Axel Steelgrave: Before we end this exclusive, is there anything you want to say to the Princess in case she's watching?

Vaggie: (Face falls briefly as her eye widens and a blush colors her face) Oh.... (shakes her head to compose herself, looks into the camera, and makes a telephone gesture) Call me~

Axel Steelgrave: (laughing) Alright! You heard it here first, folks. "Dear, Charlie" will be available on HellTunes tonight at midnight. Thank you all so much for tuning in. And, as always, stay rocking.

Charlie: (finally managing to unravel the blanket and sitting on the floor with a bright red blush) C-Call.... Her.... She wants me to call her... (jumps up and down like a teenager in a bad "not another teen movie" while holding Razzle and Dazzle's hooves) SHE WANTS ME TO CALL HER!!!! (pauses) How?! I don't have her number!

-DING!-

Charlie: (dives for her phone on the floor and opens a new Sinstagram message)

FallenAngelVaggie: Hope you got a chance to watch "Insider Bands" tonight. Talk to you later? Maybe over coffee? XXX-XXX-XXXX

Charlie: (takes a deep breath) SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Vaggie: (leaning against the wall of the VH666 studio, holding her phone against her chest, and taking a long drag of a cigarette)

Angel: Hey! I thought you were quitting! (yoinks the cigarette and plops it between his lips)

Vaggie: Dammit, Angel! I said I'd be done once my case is empty! (digs in her pocket and pulls out an angelic steel cigarette case) It still has four left! I haven't even lit up in nearly six months!

Angel: I know! Proud of you for that. That interview rile you up that much that you gotta wreck six months of hard work?

Vaggie: Ugh! (slams her back into the wall) You think Charlie got the message?

-squeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Angel: (looks up at the sky towards the Morningstar Mansion where it looks like fireworks are going off on one of the balconies) Oh, I think she got it~

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

hiii hello idk if you take tmnt x reader requests (ignore this if you dont take requests) but like. can you make an 03 raphael x fem!reader ?? like something with love at first sight,, ykwim :3 something kinda similar to the '12 raph x reader thingie you posted??

Foot Ninjas and Sidewalk Beauties

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: Sure I can❤️ My guess would be that this takes place around season one or season two, but that doesn’t matter that much.

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Warnings: Spelling, turtles getting their butts kicked, Raph falling in love at first sight❤️

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Last encounter with the Foot was, just say it mildly, an absolute failure. The turtles had gotten their butts kicked and then had the floors cleaned with it. None of them had been prepared for Shredder and his ninjas. It had been a surprise attack, or as Shredder had called it, a warning. And then he left, leaving the turtles injured and bedridden for a week.

Leonardo was not happy. Not happy at all. He immediately started blaming their loss on their lack of training, giving way for him to start a ned training schedule. And Raphael did not like it. It messed with his own training. His boxing that helped him blow off build up steam was now cut short, leaving Raph more agitated and angry. Not only did he not have time for his anger relieving boxing, but his knitting had also taken a back seat. So to say that Raph did not like it, may have been an understatement. Raphael hated it.

Raph especially hated it today, as he was stuck on a roof on a Friday night, continuously doing push ups for what felt like hours. Both Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo was getting tired, yet their older brother did not yield. He continued, telling them to do the same, to which they sighed and did. Expect Raph. His patients was growing dangerously thin, as Leonardo continued once more.

“If I have to do one more push up, oh high leader”, Raphael growled. “The Foot ain’t the only one that will feel the rage of me breaking their bones!”

“Considering how you got your ass severely whooped the last time, I would have to see it to believe it”, Mikey shot in, causing Raph to growl at him.

“Raph, you know very well that we have to be prepared”, Leo said, during yet another push up, making sure his brothers were following his lead. “The Foot have been quiet for a long time. They could make their next move at any time”.

“Leo’s right, Raph”, Donnie strained as he did another push up. “After what happened last time, we can not be too prepared”.

“Don’t even remind me of that”, Raph said. If his arms weren’t preoccupied in his forced push ups, he would be slamming his fist against the roof. “Those bozos almost broke my sai!”

“That’s why it’s important we up our training”, Leo said as he got down on his forearms. “Plank, now. First to give in takes five rounds”.

“That’s it!”, Raph rumbled, getting up from his push ups, his arms screaming in relief. “No more training! I have shit to do, Leo! All of us do!”

“Raph”, Leo said, getting up to stand, frustration visible on his face. Donnie and Mikey sighed, knowing what was coming. “It’s not up for discussion. We have to be ready for the next Foot attack, and at the moment, we aren’t”.

“Speak for yourself”, Raph growled. “I’m ready for anything! Bring those Foot scumbags, and I’ll give them a taste of my knuckle sandwich!”

And as if those had been magic words, part of a spell, a ninja star embedded itself into the rooftop, in the space between Raph’s feet. All four turtles looked up to find a small army of Foot ninjas, waiting on the tall building beside them.

“Oh, crud”, was all Raph got to say before the ninjas descended upon them.

Once again the brothers found themselves unprepared. Their muscles weak after the extensive training Leo had put them through that evening, they found it hard to keep up with the Foot. Leo was the only one that seemed to put up a fight, while Mikey and Donnie dodged every attack that came their way, too exhausted to do anything else. But Raph was not the time to dodge. With his frustrations flowing, Raph threw himself at the Foot ninjas. But with his body and mind tired, he was easily pushed back.

It didn’t take long before they had backed Raph up against the edge of the roof, with no obvious way out. Okay, maybe Leo hadn’t been so wrong after all. But it was still his fault that they even were on the rooftop in the first place!

Raph did all he could, but with every punch or push he was taking a step backwards, until his heels hit the edge of the roof, causing Raph to go off balance. He tumbled backwards off of the roof and down towards the street below. Even though Raph was tired, the sudden adrenaline from his fall caused him to think fast. He took his sais and slammed them into the side of the building, digging them into the bricks in one hard move.

Raph breathed a sigh of relief, looking down to the street below, in order to look for an easy way down. But what Raph saw was far from what he had expected. Hanging from the side of the building, Raphael never thought that anything would be able to take his mind of the situation he was in, but then he saw someone. You.

You were standing right below him on the sidewalk, in the light of the street lamp, phone in hand and headphones over your head. You cased glances down the street, as if you were waiting for something. Most likely a car.

Continuously looking between your phone and the street, you did not notice the mutant turtle hanging off of the side of the building behind you, his mouth agape as he stared at you. To say it straight forward, Raph thought you were absolutely beautiful. The profile of your face whenever you turned your head to the side, the way your hair fell down your back. The silhouet of your body and the shadow it cast on the ground below you. Raphael felt his heart beat hard in his chest. Never had he thought he would see anyone so beautiful. How could his dream girl be walking the streets of New York City, and be so much better than he ever dared imagine?

While Raph admired your beauty from afar, the car you had waited for drove up beside you. You greeted the driver with a smile, that almost made Raph loosen the grip on his sais. He watched you take off your headphones as you took a seat at the passenger side, before shutting the door behind you. Raph watched, with his heart beat so loud he wondered if you could hear it inside the car, as you and the driver drove away, disappearing down the street, leaving Raph behind with a feeling of longing. He already felt a need to see your face again. You’re pretty face, that he hadn’t had the chance to enjoy the sight of, to the fullest.

A sigh escaped Raph, in the form of a breath he did not know he was holding. He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach that made him feel happy. All the anger he had been feeling a few moments before, was gone, replaced by a feeling of joy.

“Raph!”, his big brother’s voice sounded from the roof above. "Where are you? We need some help here!”

“Coming!”, Raph yelled back, suddenly having the energy to propel himself back up to the roof, using this sai and his own strength.

As Raph jumped back into action, giving the Foot ninjas a long overdo round of a good beating, his mind kept wandering back to you, enjoying the energy the thought of you gave him. Maybe that day's training session hadn’t been so stupid after all.

[aealzx]

The first thing Raphael learned about the new Mikey was that he was way more chaotic than their own Mikey. If he hadn’t seen the little guy bulldoze through a meta wall on his own, Raphael would have even called him foolhardy. But having seen Lil Mikey’s skill first hand meant that when he took off running down the hall after a purple EMP wave knocked out the entire base and their own communications, Raphael only followed. Which caused his two brothers to do the same, Don rebooting his tech on the way.

“Uhhhhhh, what was that??” Mikey demanded, speeding up to keep pace with Lil Mikey.

“DONNIE!” Lil Mikey called out once more, both in response to his counterpart, and to try and locate his missing brother.

“That answers absolutely nothing,” Mikey protested.

“Relax Mikey. It was just an EMP pulse. The other Donatello probably doesn’t know we’re here, so wouldn’t see the harm in setting one off,” Don calmed, brightening when his headset crackled back to life. “April?”

“Don?” Mom April’s voice came back laced with relief. “Thank goodness. I thought you’d been captured. I was suddenly kicked from the system.”

“EMP pulse. We’re back online though, and the backup generator just booted up. Can you tell us where Leo and the other Donatello are from us?” Don explained, cutting to the important details since they were already moving.

“I was able to release Leo from here, but it looks like he took a wrong turn while I was disconnected. I’ll try to lead him to join you since he’s familiar with our tactics,” Mom April explained, being able to relocate Leo in the cameras and place him on the map along with the other four. “The other one is no longer captured either, the containment room is empty, but I can’t get a location on him. There’s a deadzone of broken cameras in the area around where he was imprisoned. My guess is he’s taking them out- Don, look out! They rebooted the mechs in the room in front of you!”

To Mom April’s credit, she did try to warn them. But to their credit, they had one more team member than usual. As the sliding doors creaked open slowly because of the minimal energy provided to them the group emerged on a modest sized combat team made from a combination of Bishop’s soldiers enhanced with alien tech from the Shredder. There were four piloted mechanoids, and about ten ground soldiers with blasters, all trained at the door the brothers were coming through.

To the enemy’s benefit of the doubt, Lil Mikey wasn’t from their dimension. As soon as he noticed the weapons trained at them Lil Mikey’s first thought was to get cover for them. And since there wasn’t any readily available he created his own. Golden orange chains crashed from his arms into the ground below and ripped the metal flooring up like a peeled banana, effectively blocking the blaster fire. That was all he was able to get done before a powered up whine sent a pulse of headache inducing energy into the room, causing Lil Mikey to yelp and clutch his head.

“MAN! That is SO unfair!” Lil Mikey whimpered.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them,” Don consoled, already pulling a mirror from his bag of supplies to use to locate the devices without risking poking their heads out. It didn’t take long to find the upright duffle bag sized machine whirring away near a mechanoid’s foot. “Raph-”

“On it,” Raphael responded, having been looking over Don’s shoulder. Popping over the barrier they had Raphael threw bladed stars at the device before covering his head with his arms, just in case, and dropping back down. There was a satisfying clang, pop, and fizzle as the device was damaged enough to shut down. Yet along with it came the fizz of more gas canisters being broken open and tossed.

“Hey! No peeking!” Mikey chastised when a ground soldier coasted around the side, trying to sneak up on them. A stunt earned them a metal nunchuck to the shielded face, and a quick kick to the side to send them away again.

“Thanks!” Lil Mikey chimed once again, shaking his head clear before bringing his chains to life once more. While several of them whipped into the soldiers, either bashing them to the side or stealing their guns, Lil Mikey stepped out from behind the barrier. The chains from his arms came once more, thrashing forward to wrap around one of the mechanoids moments before Lil Mikey whip cracked it into a different one.

With the blaster fire having been minimized, Don and Raph darted out from either side of the barrier as well, tiny electric mines in their hands. It was almost child’s play to dodge they’re way in and out of the remaining soldiers, snaking in a quick punch or kick on their way. The mines were attached to the remaining mechanoids, electricity bursting upon contact and crackling up the machines to fry the circuits.

Raphael would have given them full points for that fight, except after a moment Lil Mikey let out a series of soft coughs and put his hands back to the oversized gas mask on his face.

“Try not to breathe in the gas if you can. It might be good for you to stay back if there’s any,” Don immediately switched more to medic mode, resting a hand on Lil Mikey’s back and leading him to the exit while trying to fan the gas away with his other hand.

“Dude, that was INSANE! How are you able to just throw a giant machine like nothing? Can I learn to do that?” Mikey cheered, rushing to catch up to the rest after having given the remaining conscious soldier a kick to the head.

“Probably because we’re made to be super soldiers,” Lil Mikey commented offhandedly, giving a few more soft coughs before taking a deeper breath once they escaped the gas cloud.

The words didn’t quite register correctly in the others’ minds, their bodies moving on autopilot for a moment while their minds caught up. 

“....What?” Raphael voiced shortly, not quite sure he understood that correctly.

“....Oh…,” was all Don could think to comment, filing that fact away for later analysis.

Mikey blinked as the construct in his mind quickly rearranged itself into an explanation that made more sense. If they were super soldiers, then they weren’t super heroes, right? “Khhk. Captain America, I’ve come to destroy you,” Mikey quoted, mimicking the static from a radio, then quickly dodging Raphael’s swatting hand.

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I was too lazy to try and make the image look any better =v=; not that great with getting the oomph in action shots yet

[milkytheholy1]

Day 4: Kunoichi

You had been training for so long, perfecting every movement, every swing of your fist, every high kick. Months had passed with you still not being allowed out on a mission, it was beginning to drive you insane and the others had started to notice.

You could use the bo staff as strategically as Donnie and throw a si through the air with power like Raph. Skirting nunchucks around your body almost became second nature to you just like Mikey, and as for your preferred weapon, the Katana, you were considered by Casey to be nearly a master.

And yet the new sensei in town, Leonardo, wouldn't let you step a foot out of the sewer if it didn't mean he couldn't be there to protect you. It drove you to aggravation, knowing you were good enough but not getting a chance to prove it.

That was until one night.

"Leo, we can't keep doing this! We're outnumbered, and it pains me to say this, but we're outmatched. We need help!" Raph shouted, bursting through the lair's entrance with an injured Mikey. Leo and Donnie immediately bolted to the two brothers while you stayed behind and surveyed the scene. Donnie's eyes were frantic as he checked over Mikey's battered and bruised body, "W-what happened?"

"The Foot, that's what happened. We did the patrol like YOU said-" he turned his head to Leo, who at this point was looking very guilty, "-And they sprang on us from nowhere, it's like they'd been watching us for hours or somethin'."

"You didn't know you were being followed?" Leo questioned, no concern in his tone. A gruff hum bled through Raph's lips, his expression souring at his so-called brother's apathy. Relinquishing his hold on Mikey to the medic on the team, Raph was quick to find his way to Leonardo.

"I was busy, besides, it's your fault for telling us to split up!" he jabbed his finger into Leo's chest. Leo opened his mouth to respond but a lighter, more feminine voice came out instead, "Alright you two, enough." Two blank expressions turned to you.

"Raph, were you followed to the lair?" You asked calmly, he nodded his head 'yes', "I took a different route, but those dipsticks ain't stupid, they'll find the lair."

You hummed "Then the only option we have is to fight them, let's make sure they don't leave this place, no one can report back to Shredder." Leo immediately objected, "We? What we? There is no we? You are going home and we'll be dealing with this."

"But I'm ready, I'm never gonna become a real Kunoichi if I don't fight an opponent that isn't my sensei. Leo, I'm not fragile, I can handle i-"

"Enough! I gave you an order, as your sensei and as your friend!" His eyes were stern, he had never been so sure of a decision in his life. You fought back the urge to cry, not out of sadness but out of anger. Who the hell is he to tell you that you're not ready, that you can't fight like the big boys? Like hell you were just gonna head home and wait by your phone for a message to say: We're okay, maybe dying, jk lol. See you tomorrow.

Walking up to the turtle in blue, you stared into his ever-heroic eyes with a fire in your heart, "I'm staying and there's nothing you can do to stop me, and I'm telling you that as your pupil and your friend. Trust me, Leonardo. Trust me like how I trust you."

He was awestruck, completely at a loss for words, even Raph had noticed his lack of response and smirked. Stuttering for a moment, Leo finally came back to his reality, "O-ok."

You waited for what felt like years, an eternity even. But it was all worth it. After that day everything changed, you completely decimated the invading Foot, showing to Leo once and for all that you could handle yourself. He slowly started letting you on more and more missions, so many that now you go out on your own.

"I'm sorry I was such an ass back then," he later whispered to you, it was a few years later but was still happily accepted nevertheless. You had spent an evening under the stars, crime-free for the night and up for a chat with your best friend.

"It's okay, I'm just happy I proved you wrong." You beamed, jabbing him in his arm. He chuckled, his mask creasing around his eyes, "Yeah..." he hummed out, voice trailing off, "You really did prove me wrong."

"Don't say it like it was impossible to do!" you cried out, Leo burst out laughing, "I didn't say that-"

"You implied it!" you jumped to your feet, pretending to be very offended by this revelation. Making a show of it, Leo promptly begged for your forgiveness, "What will it take to make it up to you?" he pleaded. You rubbed your chin in deep thought, a crooked smile presenting itself on your lips, "Say I'm the best Kunoichi that has ever existed."

Leo sighed, a small smile hidden behind his facade, "You-" he started, resting on his knees and taking your hands into his, "-Are the best Kunoichi that has ever-" the moonlight danced shadows around his face, "-Existed."

[cherie-doll]

Cherie Cherie Cherie 🥺🥺 may I please request a Keegan x Assassin reader, enemies to lovers trope? It’s a huge brainrot rn and I don’t have a good way with words like you do 🥹

I was imagining like the reader receiving a request to assassinate Keegan because he is a brilliant sniper and she/he/they try to shimmy into his civilian life and once she gains his trust (or she believes that he trusted her enough) she orchestrates some ‘accidents’ but none of them worked. In the end she had to try and kill him during one of his mission and it can end in angst or wholesome whichever you please!! She definitely will grow a soft spot towards him during the process of getting to know him like (who doesn’t like Keegan the man’s so caring)😭😭

You can even like switch out some parts if you feel like they don’t make sense hehe. Thanks so much for writing and posting argh what would I do without you 😭😭💖💖

chant my name three times and i'll appear (jk XD) and thank YOU for these ideas, seriously. i rewrote this so many times omg

Keegan x Assassin!Reader (angst)

The flash of lobelia blue eyes was evident against the contrast of austere grey wall. You had found your target. "Keegan P. Russ" You recalled the name written at the top of the folder given to you. The information had been vague and rendered useless before shoving it into the paper shredder.

You're young, stupid and willing to do anything for money. That's how you ended up here and how you were treated. An expendable kid who would do anything for money. But you had reached dire circumstances. It's such a secret you keep.

Having already found out where he lived, sort-of figured out his routine while off-duty and the people he associated with, which weren't many to begin with, all you had to do was devise a plan. His information was not easy to collect as this was the first time he'd taken an interval in a long time. How you were ever supposed to take out a skilled soldier, a sniper at that too, you had no clue. This was certainly a first, your previous tasks involved less skilled targets; gang members, drug dealers and the occasional unfortunate passerby who happened to be there at the wrong moment and time.

Keegan with his savings bought a house, an attempt at a normal civilian life. You sought out a weakness, an entry, a quiet way to take him out. But every time you searched for him, you always found his eyes first. Your breath caught in your chest when you thought they'd found yours. Shady blue pools. Observing wouldn't do anything. The only way to find a weakness in him was to get closer.

Keegan who had no idea what to do with himself. Rest was all he wanted, but it didn't take long before he was restless. He found it within himself a growing emptiness; an uncomfortable silence. A stillness he always said was a luxury on base. Shouldn't he be thankful to be getting rest now? After all, to sulk all your primary physical needs like sleep and eating must be met before you can worry about anything else.

For a solid month you played it safe until one night you grew frustrated and through the torrential rain you walked up his steps. Keegan had been downing another bottle when he heard your knock. He blinked seeing you drenched, hair matted and sticking to the sides of your face, clothes heavy with rainwater and looking out of breath. Holding the door open, he must've stood there blinking for a moment deciphering whether you were real or he'd been imagining. Finally, snapping out of his daze he cleared his throat when you started speaking, your voice low, feigning timidity.

"I'm, sorry I've come to you in this...this, well my car broke down and, I... I haven't a place to stay."

He squinted, balancing himself by placing a hand on the door and leaning upon it. Drinking whilst mindlessly staring into the rain hadn't been a good idea.

"Right..." He said in a low voice, rather to himself more than to you. He stood straight again, focusing onto your face. "Want to come in?" He offered.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude..."

"You look cold." He pointed out, leaning into your face.

When he leaned in you caught a whiff of alcohol in his breath. You considered apologizing and backing out, it'd look weird but there was a chance he wouldn't remember all the details or even question your actions. But you had already come and you were shivering.

"Well, if you insist." And he moved to let you enter. Upon entering the first thing you felt was that the air didn't change. Did he not have his heater on? Second thing you noticed when you walked further in were the amount of beer bottles on the living room floor by the couch.

"Shit, let me clean this mess up." He moved to collect the bottles from the floor but stopped shortly when you had reached down and picked up an unopened bottle. Popping open the bottle you brought it to your lips and took a long drink. He stood motionless watching you down it halfway before your lips parted from it. You hadn't had a drink in a while and you certainly missed the burn-like sensation the first sip brought.

"You get the good beer." You said, smiling a little to him. He snickered and motioned for you to sit on the couch. "I'll go turn on the heater. Make yourself comfortable."

You sat, contemplating getting the job done now. Keegan's defenses were low but he wasn't drunk either, he just looked tipsy.

Too soon, you thought.

You assumed he wouldn't remember most of that night but, on the contrary, what was most memorable for him was how refreshing it was to bask in your company. However simple and mundane was the evening it was the most at peace and content he'd ever been in a long time.

You drank together once a week on evenings, sometimes going out to eat, visiting bars or walking aimlessly through the streets. Keegan wouldn't particularly say you were friends, less lovers. The line was blurry but it was something best not labeled nor defined. You were thankful for this, it made your job easier. Detachment was something you ought to do soon, and this thought became pertinent in your mind. During those moments when you'd pause, observing his relaxed form, making your hand hesitate, twirling the knife in your palm and testing the pointy tip with your finger. How much would you even get paid to do this?

"I'm going away." He said one day.

"What do you mean?" Panic surged through your veins.

"I'm in the military. Got called to go back." A pause and a stretch of uncomfortable silence. "But I'll come back."

"When?"

His shoulders slouch. The only answer is silence. “I don’t know.” He stared up at you through his lashes as you stood up. He was dangerous when he looked at you like that.

You left without a word, before you could crack in front of him. His words had pierced through you reminding you of a life you don't have access to. How easy it was to forget your priorities, a simple thing you had with him. How he made you feel on top of the world; free of problems, of the need to survive. But you're not free to make those decisions, and until he's gone you can never find peace.

And Keegan had never felt the frightening thrill of a push and pull game that very much felt like Russian roulette. Never had he been afraid to plunge headfirst into reality, but this... this was the deadliest of games.

A hole in your heart still harbored a question; just what answer he'd give you might break it. And you came to this cruel, shattered reality as you observed Keegan focus on his sniper scope. His spotter unaware of you as you pulled the trigger.

"Maybe if the circumstances had been different." You whispered.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d do a headcanon with our lovely demon brothers that have a s/o with a heavy yet still cute country accent? I have one myself and I genuinely curious to know their reactions! To add to that, maybe their s/o just calls basically everyone they meet “darlin’”

Absolutely,,, as I also have a southern accent myself! I am basing this off my personal customer service voice because that's how I got most tips lol

Lucifer

First he finds it a tad hard to understand you, especially the euphemisms.

Even if you explain, he's still confused.

Once he gets used to it, he's kind of drawn to it, it's a nice change of pace.

If you call him darlin, expect to see a light blush graze his cheeks.

A little disappointed once he realizes you call everyone that, and he's mortified when you call LORD DIAVOLO that right to his face!

Mammon

Definitely into it. Finds it endearing.

Gets so flustered when you call him darlin!!! until he hears you call someone else it,,,

Will probably poke fun at you, and definitely mimics it when he's alone. Tries to find out how you do it!!

Once you saw him down the hallway and waved, yelling "hey darlin'!" and he turned around, looking around. (Think the tiktok trend 'it's shredder, WHERE')

Leviathan

Has only heard it a few times in his entire life! There's a few animes like, 'Help! My Girlfriend Turned Into A Horse On Her Family Farm' and 'My Cute New American Coworker Just Moved Here And I Can't Understand Them!'

Lowkey attracted to it. Finds himself fantasizing about you and things you could say to him.

Runs away when he hears "Thank you Darlin'!" come from your lips. Genuinely bolts. Turns around, and just books it. I can't explain to you how fast he ran.

Gets quite jealous when he hears you call someone else darlin tho, starts thinking stuff like, 'oh of course it wasn't anything specific' or 'of course they didnt mean it in.... that way'

lol probably reminds him of Applejack from MLP. He's definitely watched it.

Asmodeus

Loves it. Adores it. Will outright ask you to say things. Specifically loves the way you say anything with a OW sound, like tOWn.

Starts to call you darling more as well. "My dearest darling, MC, come take a selfie with me!!"

Tries to dress you up in a lil cowperson getup. Hat, jeans, everything. Maybe jean shorts. Now he's fantasizing about all the cute ways he could dress you up!

Satan

Another boy that's intrigued. It's new to him, and he loves to be curious. Probably looks up southern customs.

He definitely researches courting customs from your area, but is disappointed when he finds out how old the traditions are, so you have absolutely no idea he's been trying to court you for months.

Doesn't mind the nickname, is also jealous though. Sometimes he has trouble understanding you through the thickness of your accent.

Beelzebub

Cocks his head at you when you first speak. Almost taken aback.

Grows on him quickly. He enjoys the nickname, and he's the least jealous of the brothers, besides maybe Asmo. He thinks it's so sweet to hear you call his brothers darlin!

First tries to get you to make human recipes the best you can, he wants to learn about your "culture" as he puts it.

Also tries to court you through customs, but he tries to make food from your home! It takes a while for him to get to this point though, and he's very bashful.

Belphegor

First hears you sass back Lucifer while he's in the attic. He likes the accent. Hates you. Chuckles a little, disappointed when Lucifer turns you away.

Probably mocks you, honestly. Mimicking your accent, poking a little fun at the way you say certain words, like 'water' and 'town'.

When you both grow closer, he hears the nickname for the first time. You can see a slight blush grow on his cheeks before he scoffs and starts to fall asleep.

Doesn't mind when you call Beel darlin, but anyone else? kind of a different story.

Probably also teases you, tickling you from behind before leaning real close and saying, "Want me to stop, darlin'?"

[sarathrwizard]

Meet Sage!! She’s a Kemp’s Ridley Sea Turtle that was mutated with the turtles. When Draxum’s lab burned down, Lou was only able to save the four, leaving Sage to burn. Draxum thought they died, so he didn’t realize that she had been left behind. She had managed to be saved by the gargoyles, but they didn’t want Draxum to find out about the tiny turtle (for plot reasons I haven’t figured out yet) and they keep her safe in a hidden room in Draxum’s lab until she’s old enough to fend for herself (cause they know they can’t hide her forever). They teach her as much as they know and once she’s old enough, they sneak her out. She comes every once in a while to check on the gargoyles, and one day when she does check on them, the turtles have arrived (season 1 episode one). She was lead to believe that they were dead and she was the only one who survived. She gets mad, mainly at Lou Jitsu/Splinter, because he left her all those years ago (that’s what she’s led to believe from how Draxum talked to the turtles) and fights them whenever she sees them. When the Shredder attacked, she ended up being attacked by the crazed Shredder (who caught her by surprise when he was all glitchy) and badly wounded. She managed to barely patch herself up and stopped attacking them and started just following them. She ended up getting an infection from her badly patched up wounds and ended up almost falling off a building, but the turtles managed to grab her. They brought her to their sewer lair (much to Donnie’s protests) and patch her up. She learns what really happened from Splinter and grows to like the turtles. (Oh yeah she stole a mystic bow and arrow set from Draxum and she doesn’t manage to activate it till after Raph jumps off the tree)

Oh my goodness! You have the whole backstory for this oc! (Do you happen to have a novel of this???) I also like how you have the pictures of their progression through the story! Sage looks so happy and cute in the end! :D

Thank you for sharing your oc's story! Lord bless you!

[angelmichelangelo]

right around the corner II

verse: 2012/2018 rating: g words: 16k series: part two of home we go

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“Are you sure it isn’t just another stray again, Don?” Raph’s voice carries itself loudly through the length of the empty sewer tunnel, a hint of teasing webbed around his words, evident also in the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a slight smile, Donnie scoffs in response, quickening his steps to further the distance between them.

He glances down at the mutagen tracker in his grasp, the little green dot blinking up at him in quick succession. “Pretty positive,” he replies in a flat tone. He steps around a shallow pool of dirty sewer water. Something small and dark bobs around at the surface. Raph follows suit close behind him. “This thing wouldn’t have just gone off for another cat or rat.” They walk in silence for a little while. They pass an open storm drain that lends itself to a sliver of morning light that comes through, dots of dust float around in its wake before Raph slices through it with his body. “But… but where would a mutant come from, Don? One that we don’t know about, I mean.” Donnie glances over towards him to watch the shape of his more pronounced jut of his throat bob with uncertainty. “It’s just us down here. Right?” That had been the case for the last ten years of their lives. No more Kraang or Shredder or imposing alien invasions. Their biggest posed threat these days were pulled muscles and sore heads after a good beat down with a few rouge Purple Dragons, mostly because they weren’t kids anymore. And being so close to thirty was a chore, on both the body and soul it appeared, especially when you were a ninja that spent so much of your youth flipping about pulling ridiculous stunts. It all caught up to you, one way or another. Donnie sighs. The dot grows bigger on his screen, continuously blinking with vigor. “I can’t imagine we’ve gone this long without any knowledge about any secret mutant roaming about the sewer,” he says. He looks up. There’s a fork where the tunnel splits off. He pauses only for a brief moment before he moves towards the left side, Raphael follows wordlessly. “But never say never,” he adds, voice dropping a careful octave.

They keep moving through the dark still of the tunnel. The stench down here is more pungent than usual, mostly because it’s so hidden away from where any sewage worker might find themselves. It’s clear that it’s an untouched part of the underground in the way that trash and the corpses of whatever poor rodent had succumbed down here lines the edges of the walls, pushed aside as they make way of the path ahead of them. 

Raph carefully toes the bones of what looks to have been a mouse, with a grimace. “Maybe there’s a reason we ain’t found this thing yet,” he says. He gags a little when the strong odor grows heavy and thick in the air. “Dude. This place reeks. Even for a sewer.”

Donnie hums in agreement, maybe to save having to swallow down any of the stink himself, he refrains from verbally responding. The dot winks dangerously at him now.

“I feel sorry for whatever sucker is living down here,” Raph says sadly as they carry on. “Like. Really sorry.”

Donnie huffs. The sour air tickles the back of his throat and he has no choice but to swallow it down. “Raph, be quiet. We don’t know what’s down here and we don’t wanna—”

Something in the shadows shifts. The sounds of empty, hollowed out cans clank together and there’s a soft whimpering cry following after it. Years of ninja reflexes kick in at once as both turtles make a grab for their respective weapons. The blunt metal of Raphael’s sai’s wink in the dim light.

“Careful,” Donnie whispers. His mind supplies him with flashes of old memories of mutant squirrels and his gut churns at the thought. He edges half a step closer nonetheless.

Raph is the first to step forward and whatever lurks ahead of them whimpers at the sight. Donnie’s white knuckles grip on his staff seems to loosen. This… this isn’t a monster.

“Hey,” Donnie says softly. Raph hesitates before turning to face him. “I don’t. I don’t think it’s dangerous. I think it’s—”

There’s a sharp hiccup of breath and the cans rustle again and Raph’s spinning around in an instant, in the same motion he’s also dropping his brandished fists by his sides as the source of the noise slowly clears the shadowy corner of the tunnel. 

Stepping forward is a tiny mutant turtle, a scruffy, yet distinguishable orange bandana wrapped around the top of his little head, thumb wedged in the corner of his mouth and big, round ember eyes sparkling with fresh tears, Donnie feels his heart drop to his feet in mere seconds. “Oh.” Raph says blankly as he stares uselessly at the tot. “Oh, shit.”

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[misteria247]

Was rewatching the Leo and Donnie being a murderous duo video (aka Donnie being angry) video and it was during the part where Donnie had that mafia don cornered and he literally had his bo staff blade to this guy's throat and it just.....

The look on Donnie's face man. It was so unsettling to see, it was like looking at a stranger at that moment. Like a stranger who was fueled by nothing but his rage and it got me thinking about some things. Mainly this.

What if one of the reasons why Leo was so against Donnie taking this guy out was because of his anger? Or rather who his anger was following in the footsteps of?

Like it's already pretty clear during the episode that this takes place after Splinter's death because Leo's got the black twin katanas. Which means that the events that happen in the episode happened after Leo had already made that heavy decision of taking the burden of killing the Shredder onto himself than letting his brothers do it (because as we all know Leo's pretty selfless when it comes to his loved ones, especially his brothers and he'd definitely take on that awful burden of taking a life to spare his brothers the emotional and mental backlash of making such a choice). And all throughout the episode Leo's telling Donnie that violence won't solve anything and that killing this guy isn't the way to go.

Already it's scarily clear that he's trying to spare Donnie, who when he's not angry is one of the kindest turtles amongst their group. Leo knows full well that if Donnie went through with it, his little brother once that anger died down would be completely torn up by the act he did because it's Donnie. But after seeing just how angry Donnie gets, seeing his face and voice be filled with that all consuming wrath it made me think that perhaps one of the reasons he didn't want Donnie to go through with it, was because at that moment he'd become a lot like their enemy. He'd become the one person at that moment who had ruined their lives.

Donnie became the Shredder at that moment.

Because Donnie at that moment was going purely on his anger. He was letting it get the best of him and was fully prepared to kill the don, consequences be damned. Like Donnie was on a war path, just going through it blindly with only one thought in mind.

Killing the don who had hurt him.

Even when he and Leo had nearly gotten hurt several times throughout that mission, even when their lives were on the line, Donnie didn't even notice any of it because he was so angry. And who else has done this very thing?

The Shredder.

The Shredder's main motivation was to kill Splinter. Because in the Shredder's eyes Splinter as well as his whole family had done him wrong and in his need for vengeance and in his anger he killed Splinter and his father, killed Tang Shen, manipulated Karai and in the end killed Splinter. All of it while he was angry and driven by that fury and wrath need to get back at the world that had done him wrong. Shredder didn't care who got hurt in his need to get revenge, just as long as he got it. And it'd gotten to the point that Shredder's anger went so far over the line that even if he wanted to stop it, it would have already been far too late. Because Shredder from the moment he acted on that need for vengeance and going blindly with his anger, had crossed over in an area that he could never come back from.

If Leo let Donnie go through with his anger, if he'd let Donnie get that need for revenge that he'd been so desperate for throughout the entire episode before Leo's words had made him finally think about it instead of ignoring them, then his little brother would have inevitably just started a cycle that they'd just ended all over again.

His little brother Donnie would have been no better than the man who murdered their father and hurt so many others in his fiery war path.

And that's something Leo couldn't ever let happen. It's something he couldn't bare for to happen to the only remaining family he has left from the aftermath.

At that moment I'm willing to bet that Leo's worst nightmares were possibly coming to life right in front of his very eyes.

Which is why he's so proud and relieved when Donnie makes the right decision and doesn't go through with it. It's why he tells him he did a good job because not only did Donnie unknowingly spare his emotional well being and mental psyche from making such a life changing decision, but he also at that moment became better than the person who they'd been fighting against since the very beginning.

At least that's what I'm thinking I could be wrong.

[banana-pancake5]

—Letter From my Future Self—

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Chapter 2: The Beginning

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Note: I don’t know how to continue from the last chapter… This chapter takes place 1 month after the fight but before he is in the apocalypse. Sorry if that's confusing.

Everything finally seemed to be settling down. They had a new lair, practically

Everyone's injuries were healed, and they finally had a break.

So, to celebrate their victory over Shredder, Leo suggested they all go to Run of the Mill, which they did. Since no one had any plans, they thought walking there together and dining in would be fun. It was a nice walk filled with idle conversations and clever quips, which continued as they were seated.

Once the pizza arrived, Donnie enjoyed his classic pepperoni pizza, Mikey and Raph dug into their Meat Lovers, and Leo ordered a disgraceful pineapple pizza. Donnie would never understand his twin’s love for pineapple on pizza. Donnie honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Leo only pretended to like it to annoy him.

As their random conversations ended, Raph asked, “So, are you guys ready to head back?”

“Aw, come on, already? We just got here!” Leo whined.

“Actually, we've been here for approximately,” Donnie paused to check the time on his phone, “One hour and forty-three minutes… give or take.”

“Oh, I know! We should have a movie night!” Mikey chimed in from his side of the table. There was a hum of agreement from everyone before Leo quickly called dibs on the movie rights.

They had left Run of the Mill about 10 minutes ago, preferring the walk rather than portals yet again. Donnie had texted April about the movie night, to which she excitedly responded with an all-caps “YESSS” before he shared the disappointing news that Leo had chosen the movie. Upon hearing that, her excitement seemed to dwindle ever so slightly. They could only assume he would choose Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies, mainly because Leo refused to tell them his choice. Although he constantly reassured Donnie by saying, “Trust me! You’re going to love it!”

After walking a few more minutes, they made it to the entrance of their new lair in the subway.

Mikey and Leo rushed forward to claim their favorite movie seats while Raph set up his cushioned nest that he always made out of his many plushies, pillows, and blankets for movie nights.

Donnie would have joined the rest of his family, but he thought he’d stay a little further away in the subway for now. He wanted to make sure April came safely. She had only been to the new lair a handful of times, and it was always hard to navigate, especially now that they didn't have Mikey’s graffiti to help guide them. All around the old lair was graffiti carefully thrown up with hints, only visible to those who knew what to look for, to direct them through the sewers. In this new lair, he had hardly any time to decorate the walls with his colorful masterpieces, although he had started a piece dedicated to Gram Gram where they planned to make their new dojo.

Donnie sat there, absently messing with his goggles, as he waited for April. Flipping them over his eyes and back to their place on his head. He messed with the settings. Went through a couple of his videos. He stumbled upon one particularly funny reenactment of a Lou Jitsu movie they had done. They turned the volume off and voiced over a couple scenes, purposefully getting the script wrong to annoy Pops. After that, he flipped the goggles back over his eyes and reviewed the settings options. He ventured through the different modes until he found himself looking around the subway in an attempt to pick up any mystic frequencies.

Towards the lair, he could see large traces of mystic energy, the significant amount easily explained by his brothers’ ninpo.

Mikey had said he could feel their ninpo, which made no sense. Their ninpo was something deep within them that wasn't tangible. He didn’t understand how Mikey could ‘feel’ it, but now, with the help of the crystal from Draxun’s lab, he found a way to, in a sense, ‘see’ their ninpo. So, though he still couldn’t feel their ninpo, he could see it radiating all around them. It was… comforting in a way. He didn’t know if he would ever comprehend the magic within them, but seeing it helped him understand it.

Although, after he turned away from the lair, he saw faint wisps of mystic energy different from his brother’s. “Well that’s new,” he muttered to himself. They seemed… familiar, though he couldn't place it. Like a dream, you can’t remember or a thought you just lost

The wisps, once scattered and roaming, seemed to be gathering together. “I should archive this… for my mystic archive,” Donnie whispered as he pressed record.

The wisps briefly flickered brighter before dimming to their original faint glow. Then they started moving again, floating higher a few feet from him.

Donnie stared and whispered, “Maybe I should get the others,” but the moment he turned his head towards the lair he felt a pulse of energy.

He whipped his head back toward the wisps only to find what looked like a crack in the air, vibrant and sparking. He stood in shock as he saw the sparking crack in the air slowly expand. “Cool, cool, cool. This is fine,” He reassured himself as he began to examine the crack from what he deemed a safe distance, “Ah yes, what a completely normal and scientifically possible… thing I am seeing. He said sarcastically.”

Within a moment the crack became a gaping hole slightly larger than himself. He flipped his goggles to their place on his head and witnessed the vibrant orange tear through the air. It was like a fire burning and crackling.

In any other scenario, he would have rushed to his brothers to alert them of this cosmic anomaly but as soon as the crackling hole appeared it began to fade. It crackled and flickered unstablely. He needed to know more about it before it was gone. He couldn't let this go unexplained.

So, without thinking, he stepped towards it, reached forward, and his fingertips went through.

It was a strange sensation. His fingertips felt numb but… slightly tingling with a dull sting. Not enough to hurt, just a minor discomfort. He carefully pulled his fingers out. No harm done. The hole was still shrinking so he kept investigating while he could.

He reached his fingertips in, then pushed his hand through. The same tingling feeling now engulfed his whole hand. His eyes were fixed on the orange glow wrapping around his wrist. He watched the crackling edges with a focused stare, trying to gather as much information as possible.

A sudden vibrant blue contrasted the orange glow. Before he could take in the sudden scenery change, a loud (and rather obnoxious) voice shouted from behind, “Hey Don-Tron, Where’s April??”

Donnie startled, his concentration snapped from the glowing crack and he began to fall forward. Reflexively, he thrust his arm forward to catch himself— that arm being the same one currently inside a glowing mystic hole. The action practically throwing himself into it.

Suddenly, It was as if everything had stopped. His body slowed as it approached the mystic hole, his mind racing. He tried to move, to catch himself with his battleshell, but his body wouldn't react.

Then all too fast time seemed to catch up to him. Gravity heavily pushed against him, “Nononono NO,” he screamed as he plummeted face-first into the glowing unknown.

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Notes:

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Turpentine // Henry Letham

Tw; Lots of mention of death, Henry is my favorite whump to put through the shredder. Suicide mention, general angst. You're dead and Henry can't move on. Unhealthy coping mechanisms and such.

Word count: 712

Notes: wanted to write smth kind of long for Henry, tbh.

Henry wasn't too sure of why he was here again. At your old apartment, knowing you aren't here. All you'd left him with was a key, your furniture and Polaroids that don't capture the real thing anymore. His paint and bristles cannot portray the light perfectly on your skin, nor can they shape and sculpt out how you actually felt. There is a distinct perfectionism to his methods, and it still isn't good enough to recreate you. You had flaws, didn't you? How does he manage to paint your imperfections in a way that makes them look perfect, still?

Nothing is ever good enough for Henry Letham. He had wanted to shove you away and pull you from his form the day he'd loved you, peel away the digits that had enveloped his arm. He had hated your warmth, the faint light you had attempted to bring to his pale, bruised and scarred skin. You had been a concept and an idea that had torn him away from his elegant suicide, and he did not like it.

And now Henry is furious with himself for being unable to feel your warmth, your glow again. He hates that he cannot bore you life once more, hold you to him and have your arms wrapped around his lanky figure as though you were a blanket breathing and living. He no longer has your fingers around his arm, pulling him from his comfort zone in an attempt to bring Henry light.

Your apartment is too cold, too still and lifeless without you in it. The lack of artificial light leaves your home in blues and blacks, melancholic and cruelly monochrome.

Are you a person to Henry, now that you are below his feet? You are a memory, pictured frames of thought and wonder that he can no longer share. An orange lens that you used to be, now cracked and dull. Your skin is now pale and unnatural beneath your wooden coffin. Does Henry love you, now that maggots permeate your flesh and bite away at a heart that no longer pumps oxygen and blood? He discovered that he could miss something he never had, study and experimentation you had buried into his chest cavity.

You do not have a car, no longer a home, and lack any mind. The activity of cells producing cells has been permanently halted, and you cannot speak words. No longer do you bang on the bars of your birdcage, singing your song and flying free in the sun when you are let out of your cage.

Henry has learned to think of you as a past he holds onto while he is blessed with the possibility of being the present. He hopes he will not be the future. He lacks the romantic notion of seeing advancement, of seeing human growth and interaction. Henry had hoped that, should you die, it would be the pushing edge to toss himself over freezing rivers and sink. In horrid irony, dramatic and ruining, you have kept his heart beating.

He hates the power you have kept over him, hates that he keeps opening and shutting your door as if you're still in love with the idea of him. He cannot join you, and Henry is afraid. He's scared that he'll have to face his sins as a man would.

He can't beg you to forgive him, no matter how much he's tried to. Late at night before your grave, as though hoping you can still actually hear him. You've forced him to be held by grief and not struggle in her embrace. Henry has to live with his parents death, yours, and the passing of what he thought he knew.

He'd not come for your funeral, afraid he'll see himself in you and love you still.

What is he supposed to do with your ring? Wear it on a thin chain, around his neck? Toss another bit of you away, let you go to the bottom of a lake? No, he'd decided. I still need to hold onto you. That's what you'd want.

Except it isn't, is it? Henry is hoping that it is. Who in their right mind would want to be forgotten?

You don't have a right mind, you're a corpse.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: part 12

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 / Part 13 Bonus (18+)

A/N: Not a very long one this time, but we got to keep the show going!💙

Warnings: Mentioning of blood.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

From the ground below, you could hear the grunts and punches as Shredder and Batman continued their fist fight on the scaffolding. With your hand in Leo’s, you made your way up the stairs in a hurry.

“Let’s end this”, you heard Batman’s low voice say above you, followed by the sounds of more punches. You and Leo ran to Batman’s side, as he was giving Shredder the biggest beating in years. A good revenge for what happened that night at Wayne Enterprise. With Shredder’s face bloodied, your father stood back, just as you, Leo, Raph, Robin and Batgirl came to join him.

“It… It doesn’t matter”, Shredder said as he tried to get up from the hard surface beneath him, blood dripping from his nose, forming red spots on the floor. “Destroying Gotham was only Ra’s al Ghul’s objective. The Foot and the League are mine! There’s nothing any of you can do to stop me!”

A sudden beeping sound emerged, only getting louder and louder. In your confusion, all of you looked up, to a burning part from the Cloud Seeder falling from the sky. It broke through the skylight with a loud crash, landing just before Shredder, the impact catapulting him into the air with a loud roar, before he plumaged into a large batch of chemicals, the neon purple liquid covering him in a matter of seconds, as he yelled out a loud “no!” to the sky above.

Just as you thought there would be a moment of peace, explosions started happening around you, sending you tumbling into Leo’s arms.

“We have to get everyone out”, Batman said, his eyes lingering at you and Leo for a moment. “Now!”

And so you did. Each one of you carrying and helping both Foot ninjas and League assassins out of the building, following very closely Batman’s rule of never killing, not even the enemy. Even Robin who begrudgingly started dragging the passed out Baxter Stockman out of the building, while you helped Batgirl carry out the big large assassin of a man.

With everyone out of the building, you hurried towards the Turtle Van and the Batmobile, before speeding out of there, the building exploding behind you in a fiery blaze.

The ride back felt much quicker than the ride there, with the Batmobile in the front and leading the way, with the Turtle Van tailing from behind.

You stood behind Leo, who once again sat in the driving seat of the van, with Robin in the passenger seat, Raph and Batgirl standing behind him, listening to the phone in Raph’s hand, waiting for either Donnie or Mikey to pick up.

You were all silent as you waited, tension high as you all feared the worst. None of you had been able to find them when you searched the building for people, and the burning parts of the Cloud Seeder was not a good sign.

All of you felt like the dial had been going for hours, with Raph impatient tapping his feet, while Batgirl kept tapping her cheek, staring at a fixed point on the floor. Leo was silent and distant, obviously fearing for his two youngest brothers. His shoulders were tense and his brow muscles pushed hard together. You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling him take in a deep breath, relaxing a little at your touch, when suddenly.

“It’s the Don Tron speaking”.

“And the ‘Angelo!”

You all breathed a sigh of relief, with Batgirl ripping the phone out of Raph’s hand. “Donnie!”

“Hello there Barbara”, you heard him laugh through the speaker, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lip, very amused by Robin’s shocked expression. Leo’s shoulders shook lightly as he chuckled silently, Raph rolling his eyes with a smile. Since when had Donnie known about Batgirl’s real name?

“I was so worried!”, she said, ignoring Mikey as he called out; “What about me?!”

“Don’t worry, we’re safe”, Donnie said, the smile still clear in his voice. “We just got down from the blimp and we’re good. Or well, except for my arm. I think it’s broken”.

“We’ll get Alfred to look at it when we’re back at Wayne Manor”, Leo said, still not taking his eyes off the road. “The important thing is that you’re safe”.

“On our way!”, Donnie said. But he did not hang up. And neither did Batgirl. Instead she moved to the back of the van and continued her conversation with Donnie over the phone, ignoring the looks the rest of you gave her.

“Damn”, Raph muttered, turning his attention towards Robin. “Those bat woman got my brothers whipped”.

You made eye contact with Leo in the mirror, a blush spreading across your faces.

—

When you came back to the Batcave, you found that Mikey and Donnie was already there, with Alfred taking a look at Donnie’s arm, while Mikey was telling Alfred all about what happened at Ace Chemicals. But before the butler could wrap anything around the terrapins arm, Batgirl was on him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, all while Mikey stared at them in shock. Clearly that whole situation was news to him.

Once Batgirl was off Donnie, Alfred could finally wrap up his arm, while you, Batgirl, Robin, Leo and Raph decided to do a quick scan with the computer, making sure that the air in Gotham City hadn’t been infected with anything.

“We did it”, Batgirl said with a smile. “The scan shows no trace of the Jockerised ooze in the air”.

“No way Shredder could have survived that”, Raph said, seemingly still thinking about what had happened at Ace Chemicals.

“Well, we’ve certainly counted him out before, only to be surprised”, Leo said with a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he was remembering something. That was a story you would definitely have to hear about another day, because before you could ask  him about it, Batman made his way over to you, his eyes on Leo as he spoke.

“You did well out there”, your father said, a small smile directed at the leader in blue, as he pulled you in for a side hug. He then extended his hand to Leo, just like he had done before all of you had left for Ace. “Your father would be very proud”.

A smile grew on Leo’s face before he accepted your father’s handshake. “Thank you”.  Leo’s eyes lingered on you for a moment before he continued speaking. “Although I’m sure he’ll have some hard words about us being gone from the city this long”.

“That’s our fearless leader's unsubtle way of saying it’s time to go”, Donnie said, turning his attention towards Batgirl as he spoke, a small hint of sadness in his eyes. “But, let’s keep in touch”, he added, pulling out his phone.

Raph turned his attention to Robin, standing before him with a smile, the height difference being very amusing to the red dressed turtle.

“You're a tough little guy”, Raph said, holding his fist out for knuckles. “I respect that”.

Robin looked a little confused at Raph’s closed fist, before thoughtfully bumping his own against them. “It was an honor to fight with you… and… your more thrivelous brothers”.

“You are also weird”, Raph said, still with a smile. “But I kind of like that too”, he continued, while rubbing your brother’s hair, making it more messy than you had ever seen before. And to your surprise, your brother smiled at Raph’s actions.

“Alfred”, Mikey said, walking to the butler with his skateboard behind his back. “I’m very sorry about before. So to make it up to you, please accept my skateboard”. Mikey went down on one knee, holding up the board for the butler to see.

An amused smile showed on Alfred’s face. “It… just what I’ve always wanted”, he said, accepting Mikey’s skateboard, only to be caught in a tight hug by the happy turtle.

“Promise me you’ll only use it to perform the sickest tricks”, Mikey said, not noticing how Alfred’s face was turning blue.

While all of this happened, you and Leo stood quietly with each other, a sadness lingering in each other's expression at the thought of saying goodbye. You had finally had your kiss, and how he had to go back home. You weren’t mad, not at all. You understood why Leo had to go. He had a home, a father and probably also friends back home in New York. And it wasn’t like this would be the end. You could still keep in contact with each other, just like Batgirl and Donnie intended to do. Yet you couldn’t help but feel sad. You had really gotten used to those pretty eyes, and the thought of them leaving made a pit in your stomach. Leo too was saddened by the thought of leaving. You made his heart raise, yet calmed him down in ways he had never experienced before. You were brave, and Leo couldn’t help but admire you for that, even if it almost gave him a heart attack at times, when he feared you had gotten badly injured. But even with that, he was going to miss that pretty smile and your beautiful laughter.

Batman, noticing that the unspoken words between you and the ninja turtle, cracked a small smile, turning his attention back towards Leo.

“Leonardo, you have proven a strong will to take care of (Y/N)”, he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “If you promise to continue and protect her, will you let my daughter come with you?”

You looked at your father in shock, Leo starred with wide eyes and his mouth agasp. Mikey let out an audible “what?!”, finally letting go of Alfred, while the others gasped out loud.

“While there, I would like you to train her, if possible”, Batman continued. “She is strong and brave, but I fear that I’ve been holding her back. Fatherly love has made me believe she wasn’t ready, so maybe the best thing would be for somebody else to train her”.

Leo looked at you, a small hope shining in his blue eyes. “It would be an honor”, he said. “And I will happily do it if she allows me to”.

You nodded eagerly, a bright smile spreading across your face. Before you even answered him, you jumped on Leo, hugging him tightly, fighting the urge to kiss him in front of everybody. “I would love to, Leo!”

[vexy-hexy]

Just came up with a new TMNT 2012 AU I want to write in, like, 20 minutes (well, maybe, IDK if anyone else has come up with something exactly like this)

IDK a name yet, but anyway, here's what I have so far:

Raphael never meant to hurt his brothers while playing, but he always seemed to be a little too rough for them and Sensei would always put him in timeouts. He could understand why

But then there were the times his brothers seemed to push him into a reaction, taking his book or toy from his hands, leading him to try and get it back, or making fun of his poor writing and math skills until he cried frustrated tears. Once, Mikey even ripped his drawing

But he was always wrong

He didn't get it, do his feelings not matter like his brothers’ matter?

Maybe if he was more like Leo, his Sensei would care for him more, maybe then he would matter

But he never was as good as Leo, not to his Sensei at least, regardless of how many moves he mastered, or how helpful he tried to be, or if he beat Leo in their daily sparring matches. In fact, he seemed to get in more trouble if he beat Leo at sparring, always being kept back with his Sensei to go through punishment back flips

He asked once, only to be shut down and told he was imagining it, but after prodding his father more, he… he called him Saki

Saki?

As in… Oroku Saki? The man Sensei said took away everything from him? His love, his daughter?

That Saki?

Splinter saw him as Saki?

Why?

He didn't get to ask, as his Sensei, his father, rushed out of the room, a look of horror on his face

After some thought, he realised that, if Sensei believed him to be like the man who destroyed his prior family, he would prove him wrong. He would protect his family, no matter what, even if it costs him his life

And the first thing he needed to protect them from? Himself

So he begins pulling away, not playing games with his brothers, not trying at sparring in hopes he doesn't hurt them, training more by himself, etc, etc.

Still, it's not enough, because Mikey, upset at being ignored by Raph, pushes him by breaking or losing his favourite toy car (He only planned to threaten it, as children sometimes do, but Raph rushed him. Now the car is gone and Mikey has a black eye from the tussle)

Again, Raph is the only one in trouble. Realising he can't have important things laying around, he sneaks out in hopes of finding a hiding spot for his more prized things. After all, if they can't get to his beloved stuff, he won't feel the need to go at them, right?

As they grow, Raph withdraws more and more, barely even speaking to them unless he has to (he can't get too close to them, if he has to protect them with his life later on, they might be sad. Besides, what if he accidentally hurts their feelings). Hell, he even learned how not to emote

Naturally, Raph ends up in comatose instead of Leo. He shuts down when Shredder kills Splinter because that should've been him. What kind of protector is he?

Sorry for any errors, I typed this whole thing out in 20 minutes while at work, and I've been up since 5AM

ETA, if you wanna expand on this idea more and write a whole fanfic about it, please do

The only thing I ask is that you credit me for the inspiration and that you link me to or tag me in the fanfic because I'm really excited to read whatever people come up with when inspired by my post

[a-random-pillow]

TMNT The Other Haft AU, Lou vs The Hidden City

Last time on TMNT,

Yoshi (2012 Splinter) convinces Saki (2012 Shredder) to not go look for Lou (Rise Splinter) after he gets kicked out of the Hamato clan.

Action Hero Lou Jitsu got dragged down to the battle Nexus by Big Mama to become the new champion.

So I am kind of stealing someone else's AU, so thanks to the wonderful @camthecatchameleon for the Battle Nexus AU.

Draxum owes a debt to Big Mama and gets tossed into the Nexus. Of Course, big Mama puts Draxum and Lou against each other. Draxum has more rights than most participants but not by much.

Draxum is 'if you can beat me in a fight' Sexual. When they meet Draxum only as a few more weeks left in the Nexus before he is free, in those weeks he in Lou fall in love. It takes a while, them debating over humanity, sharing tragic backstories and Draxum giving exposition on the hidden City but yeah they are hella gay.

Draxum refuses to levea Lou behind in the hell known as the Battle Nexus. After he is released he instantly goes to the library to look for legal loopholes to make Lou a citizen. The solution: Marrgie. Now he just needs to get Lou alone for long enough for them to swear the oaths.

So he voluntary re-enters the Nexus. Big Mama is over joyed since 'The Baron' had been one of her biggest money makers and his fights with Lou had always drawn the most attention. So she markets this fight to hell and back.

Lou is concerned when he hears that he will be fighting Draxum again because yes the goat did promise to break him out but Lou didn't think he would follow through in any capacity.

During the figth Draxum tells Lou the plan and Lou agrees because he would do anything to get out of here and Draxum is pretty chill once you get past the whole 'I will murder humanity' bit. (Plus, Lou finds him very attractive).

See this is a magic marriage the it dose kinda Magically Bond them which is visible.

The crowd goes silent before some yells

"NEW POWER COUPLE"

Cheers, applause and demands for a proper wedding. Big Mama is pissed but #BaronJitsu is trending the Hidden Internet so there isn't much she can do.

*Insert Massive Celebrity Wedding*

Years go by and Draxum and Lou relise that they actually are in Love, so that's fun.

"I would like Children" Says Draxum in the middle of a movie.

Lou is supirsed but on bored so bip bap bop

TURTLES

The 'series' would take place in the hidden city and their main goal is taking down Big Mama. The dads didn't want the kids to be involved but they couldn't stop them.

Big Mama is killed in the climactic battle for the nexus by Lou who takes over the Battle Nexus. It's now a massive tournament and much safer. It still illegal but more moral. People win money, they can opt into death matches and they can choose their opponent.

Notes:

Draxum and Lou are good dads, they are all very close with there boys and will protect them.

Big Mama is dead, got killed by Lou in the final show down.

Meat Sweats, Repo Mantis, Hypno and the rest exist but are just Big Mama's yokai goons.

During the Series the turtles befriend the extremely angry foot recruit and have a few encounters with the foot clan.

The Turtles are aware that they have human family top side and Apriel did look into the Hamatos for them but when she read that they all died, well the boys were better off dreaming.

The boys don't have the best control over their mystic abilities, but they all unlocked them.