#feral leo au

[cupcakeslushie]

Sorry if Tumblr did not in fact eat this message and you get a duplicate, but I'm confused about some things in the feral Leo AU and was hoping you could provide some clarification without spoilers. What's the purpose of taking Donnie as well, for the Krang? They already have pretty much the perfect pawn with Leo (at least probably in their eyes), so was their goal to eventually get all of the brothers? Does the hivemind include the Technodrome, so they're using him to try and pilot another one? Is Leo brainwashed by the Krang, possessed, or something else entirely? It's not really entirely clear to me at this moment.

And where are April, Casey, and Splinter during this entire debacle?

Sorry I got it, I just haven’t had much time, until today to go into my inbox!

Kraang’s whole thing is consume or control, so yeah, they want all the turtles under their command, because they can see their strength. Of course they’d try to assimilate them into their new army.

The hive mind doesn’t necessarily include the Technodrome. It’s a separate consciousness that they control. They have full access to it, but the Technodrome isn’t given the same courtesy. It obeys whoever is at the helm, and the Kraang don’t converse with it. Only give it orders. Since Brother Kraang is dead, yes. They need a new pilot/source for the start of their new Technodrome. We’ll just have to see what their plans are for Donnie.

Leo’s part of the hive mind right now. Prime forged the link during their time together in the prison dimension. Leo didn’t realize that type of connection of control was there, and was kinda activated like a sleeper agent. Once Mikey gets rid of the link, Leo will be back to his feral—but less murderous, healing self.

Casey, April, and Splinter are gonna be in the next update, they were coming up a second or two behind Mikey, but if I wanted to add them in it would’ve meant more panels, and at least another week’s wait until I could upload it. I had to finish it and put it out before my “weekend” was up.

[kathaynesart]

Mikey sent krang!Donnie on a mission to bring Japanese soufflé pancakes into the tmnt multiverse. He hopes whoever eats them likes them and brings them joy~

Caution: Donnie might bite

Hehe thank you. They will surely enjoy them!

Had to give a little nod to @cupcakeslushie and Feral Leo for this tactic.

[separatedleoau]

How would an interaction between your Separated!Leo and cupcakeslushie’s Feral!Leo go down?

idk but this scenario refused to leave me alone

(feral leo is @cupcakeslushie's)

[lil-beanz000]

Some afternoon sketches with some feral Leo 👀🩷

Feral Leo belongs to @cupcakeslushie (love them sm 😫🩷 )

[abbeyofcyn]

Has your Krangified Donnie met Feral Leo from Cupcakes au?

I looooove @cupcakeslushie 's feral Leo AU! He's so darn cute so I had to doodle something.

I think Krangified Donnie would be hostile while feral Leo is just trying to be friends

I'm mostly worried about Donnie who would ask what happened to Leo's arm

[enu-enu]

@cupcakeslushie's feral Leo au has my whole heart

[frosteaart]

per aspera ad astra: through hardships to the stars

yeah i'm having feelings about @cupcakeslushie feral!leo au again

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[scatterbrainedbot]

@cupcakeslushie 's feral leo au has my whole heart

[acewithapaintbrush]

@cupcakeslushie s FeralLeo Au has me by the throat and I had to get this out of my head.

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It's too bright.

Pest hisses and then hisses again, louder, even more agitated, when his voice sounds unfamiliar to his own ears. The echo is missing in this place. Wherever he is, there is no metal to throw his voice back to him in an endless loop. 

(sorry I'm sorry I miss you I wanna go home it hurts) 

Only stone beneath his feet and hands. Rough where metal was smooth and warm where metal was cold. The air doesn't smell and taste like blood either. 

And it's too bright. 

This place is different. Everything is different and Pest presses himself further into the corner, afraid and angry and horrified. The big crack in his shell catches against an edge in the wall and it hurts, but it always hurts. It never not hurts. 

(that's a lie there was a time when nothing hurt when there was light and laughter and comfort and) 

"Leo?" 

The word is familiar, but not as familiar as the voices. 

Not as painful. 

Pest remembers a time when he would hear these voices all the time. He would float in the vast emptiness of the other place, waiting waiting waiting for the next attack, for the next hurt, for the next onslaught of insults and taunts. And he would hear the voices, all around him. 

"Leo." 

"Buddy." 

"Nardo." 

"Blue." 

He would hear them and he would turn around and around, flailing his arms and legs, calling for them despite his better judgment. Raising his voice brought pain. It brought insults and taunts. It alerted the Big One. But he would call and call even after the Big One found him and he would cry and cry big, fat tears that had nothing to do with the new scars or broken bones. 

He called for them, but they never came.  

"No one is coming, Pest! It's just you and me! Forever!" 

(just you and me just me and you it's better this way it's okay better me than them better me than… than…) 

Than who? 

Pest thinks he started to slip the moment he stopped hearing the voices. The moment he slapped his hands over his ears and told them to shut up and they did. 

Without the voices there was just the Big One. Just surviving. 

Survive survive survive. 

(why why why?) 

Don't ask. Don't question. Just live. Just bite and hiss and scratch. The less he talked and the more he fought without abandon

(like an animal you are an animal what happened) 

 the better he fared. The less interest the Big One seemed to have in him. 

"Wretched pest." The Big One would scoff with disgust and fling him away. Bored. 

Bored is good. Bored means less pain. Less attention. 

So he became a Pest. He hissed and bit and scratched. He started to fight dirty. 

(that's not the ninja way someone always used to say that's not the ninja way but what is the ninja way what is he supposed to do to survive why is he supposed to survive) 

Don't ask. Don't question. 

Just hiss and bite and scratch. 

He sees shapes in front of him. Colorful. Green like him. And red and purple and yellow and orange and brown and so many more. He forgot what colors look like. There were no colors in the other place. 

But he can't see more than that. His eyes hurt and his sight is blurry. It's too bright here. The echo is missing. 

He is lost. 

(no you are home home home you are home) 

He is lost and he is scared and he is tired. One of the shapes comes closer. Purple. 

"Nardo. Please snap out of it." 

The voice is so familiar. He feels like he should know it better than he knows himself, but all he remembers is flailing around in the dark and calling out and crying and the voices going away. Leaving him alone in the other place. Alone with the Big One. 

There is still that loop in his head (survive survive survive) and so when the Purple One reaches out to touch his shoulder Pest does what he has to do. 

Don't ask. Don't question. Just bite and hiss and scratch. 

He lunges. 

*****

Imagine this happens shortly before that first post, where Leo kneels on Donnie's back

[randomrisepolls]

Fandom Rise Poll #2

Submitted by: Anonymous

Krang Infection by @abbeyofcyn

Snapper Lou AU by @kittynomore

Feral Leo AU by @cupcakeslushie

Double Mutation by @shru-ute

[cupcakeslushie]

I don't know if you answered this before, but why wasn't Mikey with them??

I did, but here’s what I said!

[adorabledrugl0rd]

Big sis and @tmntforeverinmyheart feral leo

Yes I did draw her in another Miku outfit cuz I can’t help myself

[defero2006]

THE NEON VOID CHAPTER 21 ⚠️ SPOILERS ⚠️

created by the holy @sugarpasteltmnt

god I love this fic sm you actually don’t understand

please excuse the extremely, extremely rushed art because when I found this after scrolling through tumblr, I read it within a few hours and my life was CHANGED and I had to get this out of my system immediately

please ignore that I cannot do backgrounds or speech bubbles to save my life

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

*throws propaganda at the wall

SUBMIT MISSING PEICES (or dont its up to you, god im not good at propaganda lol)

in the @tmntaucompetition (doubt anyone would actually submit my au but whatever :)

[teainthesnow]

@cupcakeslushie s latest feral!leo comic has completely taken over my thoughts so here, have a written version:

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Just keep walking, he tells himself as he struggles forward.

His legs are weak and each step is painful but he pushes on regardless, despite not really knowing why he should. He’s tired, hungry, and in so much pain that he’s almost numb.

But something tells him to keep going.

Voices, so familiar yet completely unknown, whisper to him in an otherwise silent world, saying:

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

So, he does.

He marches onwards through the hours, weeks, months – he doesn’t even know anymore – letting blurry memories and indistinct voices guide him through the darkest moments.

His tattered clothes provide little warmth in the freezing air and he grasps them tightly, trying to give himself even just a tiny bit more warmth. He shivers almost violently, but some part of him is relieved that he’s still doing at least that much in this cold.

Each step is an effort.

Each one harder than the last.

Just keep walking, he reminds himself.

Just keep walking, the voices echo.

And then there’s a fierce pain in his toe and he trips. He lands on the dusty ground with a hard thump, sending dust and rocks into the air. There’s a loud clatter as almost the entire contents of his makeshift bag go careening across the floor.

He growls in frustration and pain, blinking back tears.

(He can’t afford to lose more water, after all.)

He lies where he landed, exhausted, hurt, and completely unwilling to get back up again.

He isn’t sure how long he’s been laying there when he sees a flash of red in the corner of his blurred vision.

‘Come on, Leo.’ A voice says, gentle yet encouraging. ‘You gotta get up.’

But the words that should inspire him feel empty and meaningless. He cannot gain even a spark of motivation from them.

“No...” He manages to whine, voice raspy with disuse. “Tired...”

He presses his face into the ground, letting the darkness take over, and attempts to block it all out. Maybe it will all go away if he can’t see it.

But the voice persists.

‘Get up.’ He says, harsher but still kind.

He snarls, the last threads of his patience snaps. He pushes himself up, claws digging into the dirt, so he can stare his brother in the face.

“Shut up!” He spits out, words dripping with anger and pent-up frustration. He clutches his head in his hands, pressing down with so much force that his nails dig into his skin.

“Shut up! That’s all you ever say!” He yells. “Get up. Get up. Get up.” His voice his sore from lack of use but the frustration is too overwhelming to stop. He allows himself to let go of his restraint. To let the anger consume him.

“I just want some peace and quiet R-R-R-” He chokes on the word, anger dissolving almost instantly into horror. The name that should be so easy to say slips through his grasp like sand.

He looks up and realises that he can’t really recognise the face that stares back at him.

And can’t think of the name that belongs to it.

He panics.

He desperately searches through his bag, reaching desperately for the one thing he’s had since this all began.

His only flicker of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation.

His treasure.

All the while he frantically tries to remember his brothers name. But he can only get as far as the first letter, the first syllable, before he falters.

He pulls out the old and torn photograph, running a finger gently across it despite his panic.

He stares, wide-eyed at the red and green form of the turtle who he knows is his brother.

But who now stares, nameless, back at him.

“Nonononono.” He cries. “R- Rah-”

But no matter what he does, or how hard he stares, he cannot force himself through the fog that fills his brain in order to remember just one simple name.

The face in the photograph smiles at him.

‘It’s okay little brother.’

The voice, his brother, speaks again.

There is no hatred in his tone. No anger that he has been forgotten and he clings to that. To the feeling of warmth and safety.

Of home.

He closes his eyes.

He hugs desperately at himself.

His body is so numb that he can almost pretend that he isn’t alone. That he’s back where he really belongs with his family.

Safe and unharmed.

Enveloped within the warm embrace of his older brother.

“Ra-h will always be here.”

And he holds on to those words with every ounce of strength he has left.

You can do it; he tells himself once again, trying desperately to convince himself that he isn’t lying.

[ifandom27]

I love feral Leo au’s

this is a pice from cupcakeslushie