#it was interesting to see that despite Mikey’s parents being in his life for a short period of time they still had such a significant impact

[bloominstorm]

Wakui really tryna make me stop slandering Mikey out here.

[turtleskissingew]

THESE ARE ALL THE SAME SETS OF CHARACTERS.

I made a set of fankids based on every tcest combo out there, and made them a family.

They're between the ages of 18 and 21 (yes I do draw them as actual kids/tots sometimes, but I more often draw them as adults).

I figured this falls under the tcest blanket so, fuck it, I'll post their bios here.

Musashi

Age - 21

Mask - Yellow

Weapon - Wakizashi

Father - Mikey

Mother - Leo

Interests - kendo, anime, getting high

The oldest of the kids, Musashi grew up not taking much responsibility. While he tries to be a good big brother, he’s very laid back and not really the leading type, making finding a ‘leader’ for their clan of ninja very difficult as a result.

While skilled in both kendo and ninjutsu, Musashi is very lazy, and would rather spend his time watching TV and eating snacks. He tends to try to relieve his siblings’ stress through his words, with varying results.

Okyo

Age - 20

Mask - Dark Blue

Weapon - Tonfa

Father - Leo

Mother - Raph

Interests - Painting, yakuza, the surface/new york

Second born of the new Hamato clan, Okyo likes to go by the lone wolf philosophy; you don’t need him, and he doesn’t need you. Despite these claims he’s insanely attached to his best friend, Toby, and seems hellbent on the idea of dying for him if need be.

Okyo is obsessed with the yakuza, and wishes he could be the member of one. This may stem from his desire to actively leave the lair and live a life above ground. He uses his body as a canvas for his art, and even lets his siblings paint him as well.

Rosalind

Age - 19

Mask - Dark Purple

Weapon - Naginata

Father - Leo

Mother - Donnie

Interests - Reading, chess, running

Rosalind is considered the most intelligent and most threatening of her siblings. Skilled in combat, and especially tactics. She spends most of her time training her mind, and is obsessed with the idea of being a master tactician. She is a likely candidate to be the future leader of the clan, though there is one problem…

Rosalind is horribly socially inept. She doesn’t know how to communicate very well, often saying the wrong thing, or sometimes nothing at all. Her ability to read the room is poor, and she sometimes doesn’t know how to properly react to things. This has led to her getting into spats with her more sensitive siblings.

Bram

Age - 19

Mask - Soft Pink

Weapon - Tessen

Father - Donnie

Mother - Mikey

Interests - Math, superhero comics, cooking

Bram is a painfully normal guy. Among his siblings, he doesn’t stand out much, and he’s aware of it. His interests in superheroes are mainstream and broad, but he does excel in cooking and math, traits his siblings seem to lack. When it’s time to make a meal, Bram is the one his parents call to help.

Bram has an intense fear of dying alone, likely brought on by the idea that everyone he sees in fiction often has a romantic partner, and the fact that his family seems either content in their own relationships, or longing for ones as well. He feels getting into a relationship is important, but also feels he’s too uninteresting to attract a partner.

Frida

Age - 18

Mask - Purple, Flower pins

Weapon - Kama

Father - Raph

Mother - Donnie

Interests - Herself, social media, selfies, cute things

Frida is obsessed with social media, and were it not for her family’s strict rule about ‘staying in the shadows’, she would be plastering her face all over the internet. She loves herself, and wants the world to love her as well. She is locked into internet culture and often talks about what’s popular as a result, whether or not anyone wants to listen.

Frida is the worst ninja in her clan, but she still has some skills she can use in self-defense. Her friendly and very positive personality aids her more in avoiding fights than becoming part of them, thankfully. She is also the worst cook in her clan as well; keep her out of the kitchen.

Victor "Vic"

Age - 18

Mask - Faded Red

Weapon - Chigiriki

Father - Raph

Mother - Mikey

Interests - Cartoons, old toys, classical music

Gentle and kind, Vic is a big eater and a sweet soul who would never raise his hand in violence or self defense if he could help it. The only reason he trains at all is because his parents require it, and because he wants to protect the ones he loves.

His interest lies in things of the past. Classical music, old cartoons, and even old toys, the paddle ball being his favorite one. He’s caring and mostly keeps to himself, or is often seen with his twin sister, Missy.

Artemisia "Missy"

Age -  18

Mask - Pink

Weapon - Tekken

Father - Mikey

Mother - Raph

Interests - Makeup, action films, metal music

Missy is Vic’s twin sister, in a sense. Same parents, same time. She’s considered the baby of the family, and as a small child was demanding and constantly wanted her way, something her mother tended to cave in on. This seeped into adulthood, becoming a little rotten as a result. While she genuinely cares for her whole family, she has a wicked rebellious streak, and likes to do dangerous things just to get attention. Her attitude has garnered her a negative reputation among her siblings, save for Vic.

Her tastes reflect this, as she listens to loud, heavy metal music, sometimes puts on excessive makeup, and watches a lot of high budget action films and sometimes tries to emulate the stunts in them. She loves a good fight, and will sometimes try to start one for fun.

[thejavavoid]

what was it like for all your 2012 boys growing up? like, any specific things?

weeelllllllll.......

raph was raised completely by the foot for the most part. he was found when he was only about a year old, and he didn't even remember his own name. the only reason shredder knew it was 'raphael' is because it was written on the inside of his bandana (which at the time was more like a blanket for him since he was so teeny-tiny). he wasn't even raised by shredder himself, but moreso by the foot ninjas. they're the ones who kept an eye on him when he was a baby and made sure was (somewhat) healthy. out of everyone that worked for shredder, i'd say the one who cared for raph the most would be xever. he didn't want to see raph grow up and turn out the same way he did (granted, he was still not the best parental figure, but at the very least he cared). when raph was about six, shredder decided it was a good time to start training his 'weapon'. shredder was pretty horrible in terms of parenting. he didn't see raph as a living human being, but more like a weapon or a sick pet. he had no memory of his brothers or splinter or anything, and he was always extremely jealous of karai (who seemed to have pretty much everything she wanted).

compared to mikey though, raph's childhood was pretty tame. he was kidnapped when he was six by the kraang, who saw him wandering in the sewers. he was abducted and the others had absolutely no idea, to them he'd just vanished. he was pretty much put through hell, being subject to tons of experiments and the harsh environment of dimension x. while mikey was captive, he ended up meeting another mutant- leatherhead. leatherhead was like a second father to mikey, and whenever mikey was scared (especially in his first few years) leatherhead was always there to make him feel somewhat safe. mikey remembered leo, donnie, and splinter pretty well, and he always believed that one day they would find and rescue him. that did happen eventually, but that was when they were fifteen. when mikey was thirteen, though, leatherhead was taken off to one of the kraang's daily tests and was never brought back. mikey had thought that leatherhead died, and he became extremely depressed those last two years. he wouldnt eat anything, the kraang ended up having to force-feed him so he wouldn't die.

donnie grew up with leo and splinter for quite some time, and despite having lost mikey and knowing that there was possibly another turtle out there, he was pretty happy. but when he and leo were nine, there was some heavy construction in the sewer area where they lived, so splinter decided to have them move. donnie ended up getting lost, and accidentally made his way up to the surface. for a while he scavenged and stole pretty much anything he could get his hands on that he thought would either keep him alive or help him get home. at some point, he had an accidental encounter with a young april, who was heading to school when she tried taking a shortcut through the alleyways and ended up finding donnie. they became close friends pretty quickly, and april promised not to tell anyone about donnie. she would visit him whenever she could, and told him all about her life at home and mainly at school (donnie was extremely interested in school). one day though, she went to visit him like usual and she found him pretty banged up and hurt. april decided to take donnie home to get help, because well, he can't go to any regular hospital. april's dad (kirby) was kind of shocked when he first met donnie, but eventually took him in like his own child. he and april did the best they could to help donnie try and find leo and splinter, and donnie used to spend his free time either trying to remember his former training, or scavenging for any loose bits of technology he could work with (that ended kind of quickly once he was fifteen though, due to a certain incident involving a drunken man one night).

and as for leo, she was raised by splinter. after losing donnie, splinter actually became extremely paranoid and refused to let leo go out on her own. of course there were times leo snuck out, but it wasn't all that often. leo always tried to honor the others, and she knew that they were all probably out there somewhere. she swore to herself that someday she would go out and find them all, and fix their family. leo was raised pretty well by splinter, BUT he was excessively overprotective at times.

also bonus leo backstory: when she was about eight, she realized that she felt more like a girl than a boy (at least, the kind of girls she saw on TV). she eventually confronted splinter about this feeling and splinter was very accepting (confused, definitely, but accepting anyways). leo didn't actually know she was trans up until she met casey, who taught her all the terms and such. she never considered changing her name though, mainly because she still wanted to respect and honor it and also because even though she felt more feminine, she still felt comfortable with the name itself.

[sharoscylla]

Your turtle iteration is so cool! Can you tell me more about your iteration? Maybe some more stuff about April and Casey?

Have a lovely day by the way!

Thanks!

So, April is the first one to meet Casey and brings him to the turtles for help. I am working on a comic book script for this event to try to learn how to write comics, so hopefully I'll be able to show it on here soon!

April is 15 years old. She's super into horror media and video games, and has known the turtles for about a year. Raph met her first and she considers him her BEST friend, but the other turtles are all a very close second. The two of them play video games online a lot even if they don't see one another in person that day, and they're working on a horror game together. She is kind of the opposite of Raph and Mikey - they both dream of being normal kids and being able to be normal and live around other people, but she hopes and wishes her mom would somehow fall in love with their dad, pull a brady bunch to fuse their families together, and give her unlimited Turtle Little Brother Time in their world instead of having to return to the human world. Donnie is teaching her some Turtle First Aid (as well as what Human First Aid he knows) and the two of them watch How It's Made and do cute things together. Leo and Mikey are both teaching her martial arts - Leo because he thinks it would make their dad proud if he did a good job teaching her (despite Splinter currently not knowing she exists,) Mikey because he's wracked with anxiety and has terror-visions of her being defenseless against Bad Guys. (Raph does not feel like he has to teach her anything, they're just friends who have fun together and are making fun stuff together and he really feels like he needs a friend who doesn't... depend on him for anything, poor boy.)

Casey is 16 and he's had a very rough life so far. Meeting Casey (and by extension meeting April, who introduces herself to him this way) is like a thirty-second process from Splinter going "Oh no a human" to "Oh no, a human THAT I MUST ADOPT, POOR BOY." (He does ask if April needs to be adopted, which adds fuel to the "April wants to Parent Trap Splinter and her Mom" fire, but she politely declines FOR NOW) Casey is VERY into the Fallout games and pretty explicitly models his way of dressing/weapons of choice/general aesthetic after Fallout New Vegas, which the turtle boys are too young to have played but April knows what's up. All four of the turtles feel incredibly obligated to teach Casey how to fight and take care of himself, especially when they find out that he's on the run from the same apocalyptic death cult that mutated them* mutated their dad into a rat** and chased them from Florida to the sewers of New York***. Casey likes all of the turtles equally, but has a special attachment to April, Donnie, and Mikey for nebulous Genders Reasons that he is not equipped to deal with at this time.

*= a lie

**= sort of true and sort of not true

***= only in the vague-est sense possible

(Splinter has fallen into the trap of Making Shit Up when he's not sure of the answer or is ashamed of the truth and despite having good intentions he has caused bonkers problems for his boys, mentally)

(also: Leo's decision to train April started with Leo going "Hey, Dad, GIRLS can be ninjas too, right?" and Splinter, Trans But Awkward, Firmly Stating, "ANYONE can be a girl." which did not really answer the question but Leo decided it would work as permission until he did a grand reveal of Girl Ninja April)

(Splinter then spent a couple of months trying to State To The Room that any of his sons can be a girl if they want and they can just tell him if they're a girl, that's normal and fine, just let him know, he has girl names lined up if anybody's interested)

(Donnie is Not A Boy either but he's too caught up in "Thinks He Might Not Be Alive" to put too much thought into it right now. give him a few years)

[chaoticspeedrun]

Brighter to my eyes 5

Summary: Leo is good at reading people, it's what makes him a good strategist, but those blue hues of hers elude his sharp intuition.

Perhaps if they didn't he'd realize he didn't have to change himself for her to see him like he wants her to.

A.N. I wrote this fanfic over an idea of Rise! Leo using a cloacking brooch to hide his true self but it evolved into something way bigger, this fic will takes place in ROTTMNT after "Newsworthy" but April is 18 starting college instead of in High School, while the MC and Raph are 17, the twins 16 and Mikey 15.

Pairing: Rise! Leo x OC, Leo x Reader

Warnings: Angst, FLUFF, Sibling shenanigans, MC is a nerd, but a mean nerd in leather.

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Befriending the turtles, even when it had only been a couple of weeks since, kept Vic on her toes, and she wasn’t even the slightest bit troubled about it, she appreciated the break in her routine.

After the party, and a quickly stopped by his brothers attempt from Leo to create a portal to a hidden city, Vic exchanged phone numbers with all of them, saving them under her nicknames for each one.

That night it was hard to sleep at all.

Victoire had lived her whole life under specific routines, with a spotlight placed on the top of her head and eyes watching her every move, a poise, and elegance uncommon to such a young girl, but she was always rewarded with the approval of her mother when someone took notice.

She was used to it, to her life being public, to her schedule being filled, in fact, her extracurriculars had all been her own choice for the most part. She’d been a hyperactive kid, one day she wanted to learn ballet, and the next month she wanted to learn how to play an instrument, her parents had simply given her what she asked for.

So, it wasn’t like she hated it or anything, the pressure from her parents and everyone judging her, from her peers to people she didn’t know at all had followed her entire life, so no, despite how it sounded, she didn’t mind, and to her advantage, most people thought her lack of expression made her alluring, interesting, mysterious, whatever. At first, she was inexpressive because she was taught to be, but since high school started it was mostly just that life had become dull.

Nothing she did was enough, her extracurriculars didn’t interest her, she just completed them because she had to and the people surrounding her were boring for the most part, which of course, she would never divulge.

She did have good friends, close friends she loved dearly, people who cared about her and not just what they thought she was, but once college started, she hadn’t seen them much, they’d been busy, and she’d been busy.

She’d been very busy.

Therefore, she was always excited for Halloween, maybe it was what was ingrained in her brain from a young age, but hosting parties was a gift of hers that she enjoyed; a skill aside from art that she was willing to put all her energy into, best of all, her annual Halloween party was a party with only people she actually liked.

This one had been more interesting than she had expected, even if she had almost died.

It had been exhilarating.

She hadn’t lied when she told her new friends that the situation she’d just been placed in was the most exciting thing that had happened to her, and of course, something like that would be, even if ignoring the crazy ‘mutants are a thing, magical powers too and your new friends are giant turtles’ deal.

Firstly, her new friends were already fun to be around, April from the beginning had been genuine, with a driving energy that she felt compelled to. Vic could have given her the phone back, apologized for bumping into her, and left.

But she didn’t and Vic was glad she didn’t because April was easy to talk to.

She had been so easy to talk to, in fact, that her regular persona had slipped into a tangent talking about her interests, but when she noticed and was about to stop April encouraged her to continue.

What to April was simple curiosity had made Vic secretly happy, and their talk was so pleasant Vic couldn’t help but want to adopt her into her group of friends.

Then the turtles.

Mikey’s fear of the haunted house had been a source of entertainment as much as it had made her feel like he was an adorable ball of bubbly excitement that needed protection.

Donnie’s excitement about the tech that had been used in the refurbishing and decoration of the place stroked her ego in all the right ways, she had looked everywhere for something that would make the attraction exciting and his happy describing and questions for where she got those things had made her feel appreciated.

Raph had been by far the nicest of the group, he was so gentle despite his size, like he was always so conscious about how much space he took, how loud his voice could be, and how impressive his strength, he treated people with care, and Vic could respect that, it endeared him to her immediately.

Leo was easy to explain, the moment he took interest in her costume she was already excited to talk, in an ambiance filled with friends, on one of her best days of the year, she didn’t hold as many inhibitions already, but Leo matched her energy in an instant, their conversation flowed like they’d known each other for a long time, like they were friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while and had to catch up with everything.

He wasn’t just trying to get along with her either, the more he relaxed, the more Vic noticed his sassy attitude, making jokes when she preferred a sidekick he disliked and eyes sparkling when she asked him about one of his favorites.

Even when their conversation topic changed their opinions were similar and received with jokes when different, the differences were easily overlooked, and the similarities were over things she considered important.

He made her feel understood at that time, and at the end of the night, he made her feel safe.

The extreme excitement from meeting mutant turtles, being kidnapped by a psychic hippo, plus everything else that happened that night kept her up.

And kept her grinning when the turtles and April added her to a group chat with them in the morning.

-

Only a couple of days after Halloween, in between explaining a project of his to her, Donnie and Mikey invited Vic to hang out at a junkyard, Donnie was looking for extra pieces for his project and Mikey was going with him. Vic was about to offer to just get Donnie what he needed when she stopped her fingers from pressing ‘enter’ on her phone.

She decided instead that spending time with them looking for parts would be more entertaining for everyone than just handing the things over, so she erased the message and agreed to go.

Mikey answered with a sticker giggling as he walked to his room, receiving a suspicious look from Leo who saw him in passing.

-

“Man, junkyards are goldmines~!” Donnie said as the metallic arms from his battle shell started rummaging through the back of a car he’d opened up, a pineapple-shaped air freshener appeared in his hands and he sniffed it “Who needs real pineapples when you got one of these babies?”

Vic looked curiously at what his metal arms were doing, still fascinated with how they moved and worked when Mikey gasped behind her.

Mikey yelled and pointed up “Donnie, Donnie, Donnie!” When Vic saw what he was pointing out her eyes opened wide and she started poking Donnie’s shoulder and yelling along with Mikey “I really think we should-“

“Ah, fuzzy nerd dice!” Donnie spoke, oblivious to their panic.

“Donnie!” Both Vic and Mikey yelled as a giant magnet was about to drop a car on top of them, Mikey grabbed her and Donnie both, pulling them out of the danger just as the car was dropped.

They all fell down the tower of cars they had been standing on with ‘oof’s’ and ‘Ow’s’ until they crashed on the seats of a car at the bottom, Victoire was seeing stars, but she was also just thinking that she should have seen it coming when following the guys up the vehicles in the first place.

“Mikey, next time, I would appreciate a heads-up.” Donnie looked at his brother disapprovingly.

“Okay, heads up!” Mikey said and took hold of the rearview mirror, twisting it for the three to see a wrecker pulling a car behind them.

Vic, recovering quickly from the panic of the fall before leaned forwards to see better, her eyes open wide “Is that?”

Donnie gasped “It is!”

Mikey continued with stars in his eyes “The Jupiter Jim Moon Buggy!”

“Feature in not one, not two, but SIXTY sequels of Jupiter Jim’s LAST trip to the moon! Ah hah!” Donnie exclaimed excitedly.

“We MUST have it!” Victoire grinned as the wrecker let’s go of the buggy harshly “Just imagine us rolling around in that beauty!”

“How could anyone let that historical gem slip through their fingers?”

“I do not know Michael, but Vee is right, we’ve got to have it.”

They all snuck around to get closer “But how are we going to get that car? We can’t go and talk to one of those human people”

“Ah but Angelo, you forget we have someone who can!” Donnie stated signaling to Vic who smiled and gave Mikey a thumbs up when suddenly the car they were hidden behind was lifted and they stumbled to the floor, a giant mantis with an old fashioned haircut looked at the with the car in his grasp.

“Who the heck are youse?” He asked.

“Oh no a mutant! Wait, we’re mutants too, it’s okay” Donnie said and the three sat straight on the floor.

“Dude, you better hide, there’s a mutant guy around here” Mikey said and Vic looked at him funny.

“Easy easy” The mantis said throwing the car behind “This is Repo Mantis Salvage. The guy is me.

“This is your lot?” Mikey leaps up, clasps his hands together in a begging motion. “You have to sell us that moon buggy! Please! Ah!”

Donnie grabs Mikey’s shell and pulls him back “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cool your scramjets, buddy.” He whispers looking back to Repo for a moment “This is a negotiation. We gotta play it smooth.

They put on sunglasses, a pair of metal arms put another pair on Vic’s face and she immediately starts playing her part, cool and collected switch turned on.

Mikey walks along the side of the buggy, running his fingers along it. Donnie, trails a finger along the other side and then rubs his fingers together before leaning back against a tire “So, uh, how much are you gonna pay us to take this pile of parts off your hands, amigo?”

Repo rolls his eyes “Scram. I got a lot of fenders to count.”

Donnie continues unaffected “I see you drive a hard bargain, sir. Well perhaps I can interest you in a little coin” Donnie pulls out his wallet and Vic reaches back for her own wallet when a metal arm stops her, she raises an eyebrow questioningly but Donnie finishes his offer with an “I can make it rain copper, daddy.” While dropping a handful of pennies, It’s hard to keep a straight face after that.

“Hey, you ain’t got nearly enough, but say, I could use a couple of rough muties like you. Ever do any repo work?” Repo asks and Mikey reacts immediately.

“Of course! No” He lowers his sunglasses “What’s repo work?”

“It’s when you take stuff back from deadbeats who didn’t pay for it. Do a job for me today, and I’ll let you have that moon boogy thing.” He explains pointing at the buggy, and Mikey immediately agrees before being grabbed back by Vic.

“Angelo, No offense dear, but repo mean have to be real though to get the job done” Vic said and Donnie nodded.

“And I don’t know if you know this, but you’re kind of a softie.” The purple turtle finished and Mikey clasped his hands together.

“That really hurts my feelings!” he paused “Oh, you have a point. But I can do this, hard as nails, grr.” He growled and turned back to Repo “We’re in, what’s the skinny chico?”

-

After getting the job from Repo, they were walking through the woods trying to find the guy he described, Vic felt her phone vibrating and pulled it out to check the messages, they were all from Leo who was asking if she was free.

She thought Mikey and Donnie would have told him she was hanging out with them.

“I ran a profile on this guy” Donnie interrupted her thoughts a light from his shell illuminated their way “Lawless loner, doesn’t pay his bills, lives in the very spooky forest. He is a ninety-eight percent match for the spine breaking bandit!”

“Spine breaking bandit? Really?” Vic asked Donnie with a deadpan “You guys do know I could have bought the buggy, right?”

“Ah but Vicky, this is an adventure that will be rewarded after our hard work! Together the three of us!” Mikey explained happily.

“I must agree with Mikey on this one, what could be a better way to strengthen new bonds than a perilous quest for a dream car?” Donnie spoke, not removing his eyes from his wrist, Vic chuckled, right after that a loud noise came from in front of them and Donnie leaned over pushing both Mikey and Vic down behind a bush.

Their eyes were wide in surprise before Mikey turned serious “I’m not scared of some no-good forest dweller, let’s see him! There’s his RV!” Mikey pointed parting the bush slightly to see.

A creature with big teeth slipped out slightly from the door of the RV and made a freaky noise, they all scrambled back with panicked noises “That’s the biggest forest dweller I’ve ever seen!”

“He is totally gonna break our spines. Maybe we should call Raph and Leo.” As soon as Donnie said this Vic pulled out her phone again, which she hadn’t responded to and already had a whole bunch of texts from Leo.

Mikey grabbed both her wrist and Donnie’s as he was already typing “No, no, no, no, no! We got this. Think of all the boss adventures we could have in the moon buggy!”

“Can’t we have them with Leo and Raph too?” Vic asked, feeling her phone vibrate on her hand

“If we call them they could call off the whole thing and then it won’t be OUR thing” Mikey told her giving her a big pair of puppy eyes she couldn’t deny.

“Ah, all right” Donnie answered “If you’re dead-set on doing this, we gotta go stealth.” Vic felt goosebumps and got the impression there was something behind them “Sneak-jitsu 101: never let a spine-breaker get behind you.” Just as he said that and Vic turned around a light flashed from behind.

They all screamed loudly rushing over the way the RV was and stumbling over each other “NO, HE’S BEHIND US! HE’S DIRECTLY BEHIND US” they screamed hearing barks and rushing over to the inside of the RV where they were immediately received with more loud barks from dogs glaring at them from the shadows “AAAAHHH” they kept rushing out of the RV and crashed into each other falling down on something.

When they turned around the forest dweller was looking at them and they were blinded by a light, adjusting their eyesight they all found a mutant capibara smiling at them with a puppy that looked anything but dangerous on his arms.

“Hey I’m Todd! Welcome to Cuddle Cakes Puppy Rescue, the puppy-est place on earth!”

-

Vic was enjoying her lemonade in the back of the RV while Todd was talking about the puppies and when they would give birth.

Her attention once again went to her phone, which, yikes…she’d told Leo she was busy and she’d ‘brb’ but totally forgot while they helped Todd with the puppy sanctuary…That had been a couple days ago.

 Now he was calling, she hoped he wasn’t too worried.

“Hello—”

“ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Hey! Don’t worry, everything’s fine!” She tried to reassure him quickly, getting a glance from Mikey “I’m sorry I didn’t answer, Donnie, Mikey and I got busy helping this guy and his puppies, their little cute faces had me so entranced I forgot I hadn’t messaged you back”

“Oh, so you- wait, wait, wait, back step a bit, you’re with Donnie and Mikey?”

“Yeah! We went out to the junkyard for stuff and one thing led to another, I thought they told you and Raph where we were going”

“Oh yeah! Pshh, I probably forgot about it, y’know I was so busy”

“Oh, what did you do?”

“Uh, right, you know, a ninja like me has to keep his—”

“No, stop! No.” Donnie spoke from the pilot seat closing the window on Todd.

“Uh yeah! Well gotta go! Super busy, you know, just wanted to make sure you were Ok, and you are! So buh-bye Vee!” The call was cut and Vic shrugged at Leo’s strange reaction.

“Hard as nails” Mikey and Donnie said from the front of the car as they drove off.

Donnie’s wrist screen got a notification and he glanced curiously before grimacing and ignoring it as the notifications kept coming from his twin, favoring the road instead.

-

After they took the RV back to Repo it turned out he wasn’t an honorable mutant at all, cue the shock, and he was going to use the buggy to get money from nerds.

Knowing that they were rightfully the new owners of the buggy, Donnie, Mikey and Vic got on it and rushed out of the place.

A hot pursuit later in which Vic and Mikey got a bit too excited pressing the buttons on the control panel, and after frying the mantis, they finally reached the lair with the buggy whooping in excitement.

“Oh yeah baby! One moon buggy all to ourselves!” Mikey said jumping out of it.

“Oh hoh hoh, I can’t wait to put on some real work on it, it’s going to be a beauty!” Donnie said rubbing his arms along the side of the car when an ‘ahem’ caught his attention.

Raph was looking at them with an eyebrow raised from the door of the garage, Mikey and Donnie chuckled nervously and Vic waved at him “Hey Raph!”

Leo walked in just a moment later popping his head in behind Raph “Oh, Vic you’re here? Have you been here long, I totally didn’t notice, was too busy training, you know?”

“Leo, look look at what we got!” Vic was too excited to show Leo the buggy, she didn’t question the way he was acting, Leo’s eyes finally fell on the buggy and they widened

“NO. WAY.”

“Oh yes way baby!” Mikey exclaimed pointing at the buggy

“So, had fun junk yard diving I see?” Raph said with a glimmer in his eyes, forgetting that he was going to question how long they were out.

“Oh you bet big bro! Admire, our most recent acquisition, Jupiter Jim’s last trip to the moon buggy! Here live right in front of you thanks to team R.A.D.” Donnie stated proudly before Leo snorted.

“Wouldn’t you be team D.M.V.?” He smirked and it was Vic’s turn to gasp.

“Well, then the DMV are leaving with their buggy sir, good day!” She exaggerated reaching out to the pilot’s seat when Raph stopped her

“Alright, hold on, you guys have been out way too long, don’t think we’re done talking about this” He turned to glare at Mikey and Donnie who whistled inconspicuously, acting like they were cleaning up something in the buggy, Raph, turned back to Vic with a more softened look “You’re parents are probably worried, I heard you weren’t picking up your phone?” Leo paled slightly behind Raph and suddenly all his attention was on his nails.

Vic made a dismissing motion at Raph with her hands “Oh, I don’t live with my parents anymore, I’ve got an apartment close to school, so don’t worry about it”

“Whaaaat? You do?” Mikey and Leo spoke at the same time with Donnie in the background looking for something on his phone.

Vic nodded at them “Soooo, with that out of the way, are you guys going to give me a tour of the lair?” Leo grinned at her question and offered a hand out for her to step down the buggy.

“What kind of hosts would we be if we didn’t? Right this way m’lady!”

Vic was used to a certain routine, even after she moved out.

She was so glad that routine had been broken.

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[g00ngala]

hi hannah. drop ur rise opinions if u haven't already by the time u see this. or just general tmnt opinions. xoxo

OH HENRY I CAN ALWAYS RELY ON YOU

this is gonna have to be under a cut too i have a lot . I'll do rise specific opinions bc I have so many opinions all the time so send an ask if you want other tmnt opinions

one: THE "CANON" HEIGHT CHART IS AWFUL.

this is the most ridiculous height chart i have ever seen. As a person who is in real life 4'9. APRIL IS NOT 4'8. she looks like she is of average height compared to other humans around her, and when you are below 4'10 it is NOTICEABLE and in fact it's very rare you'll meet anyone who is shorter than you that isn't significantly younger than you. also in this picture her proportions are off anyways? her body is usually slightly bigger. donnie is smaller than he should be in this picture and you can tell because he's roughly leo's size and both his head and plastron appear to be smaller than leo's which to me indicates they made his sprite smaller so he'd appear shorter. mikey's heels aren't even lined up correctly in the picture and he appears taller than april in it even though the numbers say he's shorter. this chart really seems like they picked 6'0 for the raph height because it seemed like a tall enough height and based all the other heights off that regardless of whether it makes any sense. i sincerely doubt that this was made by the creators of the show, despite being "official". it's just a lazy tweet from some social media manager for engagement and I refuse to acknowledge it.

two: PEOPLE ARE WEIRD ABOUT SPLINTER. HE IS NOT A BAD FATHER. it's like camila noceda all over again. splinter in rise is a complicated and intentionally flawed but good person. he's not nearly as neglectful as fans portray him to be. most people cite the demolition derby episode as proof, but to me this doesn't say that splinter neglects his kids. what's going on in that episode is that as his children outgrow what he can typically provide, he is losing his ability to relate to them and he's trying less hard to actively spend time with them as they become more independent. this is especially with donnie because donnie's interests are not typically something he can meaningfully engage in. additionally, due to his upbringing he doesn't really understand that donnie is the kind of kid that needs out loud explicit praise, so he doesn't typically give it. what donnie expresses in that episode is that he does enjoy spending time with his dad, and that he needs that kind of reassurance about his worth. splinter responds to this, and adjusts his behavior because he cares enough to make active changes for his sons. people also point to raph and say that he had to raise his siblings/ was parentified which is honestly baseless. raph doesn't really start getting that whole complex about protecting the team until mid-late season 2 when he is the leader of a vigilante team and their lives are being threatened. in the early season 1 episodes and in flashbacks he's clearly just as much of a dumb kid as the rest of them, and it wasn't splinter's parenting that made him grow up too fast but instead the world ending threats that were trying to take out the people he cares about.

also stare at these images for a half hour minimum and tell me he's neglectful. that's right shut up HE LOVES HIS BOYS HE DESTROYED THE ANCIENT SCROLLS WHEN THEY TOLD HIM TO LET HIS SONS BE MARTYRS HE ALWAYS JUMPS IN TO FIGHT WHEN THE THREAT IS SERIOUS BE QUIET!!! y'all really cannot handle it when parents of color show any signs of being complicated people on tv

okay NUMBER 3: nearly every single fanon portrayal of casey jones jr makes my blood boil. people are so much more interested in recreating the dynamics from the bad timeline than actually exploring how casey would interact with the others post movie. first of all he's not one of the youngest if you look at his design and his behavior and think about it for 2 seconds he's obviously meant to be around april's age. secondly the reason he calls present leo sensei at the end of the movie is because he's reliving the very recent loss of the leo he looked up to not because he sees current leo as a mentor. if you watch the scene where he yells at current leo, he's obviously taking on an authoritative role in the conversation where leo looks more like a child being scolded. also casey has FACIAL HAIR HE'S NOT 15. point is let casey jones jr be the strange and off putting college aged weird older brother he was always meant to be amen

[writerofcreativity]

Don't mind me. I just want the Akashi siblings to have a bittersweet ending, it's a ending that they should deserve than just a sad one. Just ignore this if you're not interested in reading.

Possible spoiler? If it comes true in the manga.

*

"Haru-nii..." Senju sniffles as tears begins to fall down from her eyes.

Both sides of Toman and Kanto Manji gang are now settling. Takemichi is facing off against Mikey. As of now, they can only watch.

Haruchiyo feels his sister's tears splashed his face since she is cuddling him. He wanted to push her away but he is suffering injuries that prevents him from doing that. "Would you shut up and stop crying? You don't have to put on the water works." He sighed.

"I can't." Senju sobs.

"We need to get you to a hospital Haru." Takeomi said, looking at injury that his little brother had received from a stab wound by Hanma.

I do think that Hanma would do that to him because he can be unpredictable from times.

Haruchiyo scoffs "and now you're not scolding me? I must be losing a lot of blood already to hear things." He muttered.

Takeomi had arrived to aid Toman with former Black Dragon members. They really helped turned the tide but they couldn't defeat Mikey, in fact can not do any real damage on him.

"Besides, this injury is a death mark. I don't have much time." Haruchiyo can feel his body weakened, slowly becoming numb.

"Please Haru-nii! I'm sorry! Don't die!" She yelled.

He raised his hand towards her weakly. "I told you to shut up." He repeated, wanting her to stay quiet.

Takeomi, Wakasa and Benkei had thought Haruchiyo will attack Senju but are surprised to see her gently touching her cheek and wipes away her tears coming from her right eye.

Haruchiyo remembers now about the times he had watched his little sister when they were little and Takeomi nor their parents were busy. He took care of her and handled her injuries. He hated it because he couldn't have any fun doing what kids his age want to do. Of course he blamed Takeomi for taking that away because he wasn't around to watch their sister. Haruchiyo will admit that there were times being with Senju brought him joy.

"Haru...please." Senju tries to stop crying but can not. Then she did not feel his hand as it falls to the ground.

"Stupid girl. You should at least hate me for hitting you with a pipe than my own fists. If you really know what I had done then you will stay the hell away from me. I would have been fine with just serving my King." He does not regret his actions.

"No!" Senju yelled "You're my brother and I will always love you even if it means going to fuckin' hell! I want us to live as a family again! Don't die Haruchiyo!" Fresh tears comes out of her eyes.

Haruchiyo's vision grew blurry. His body refuses to move any longer and his heart is beating slowly than normal. "You're so annoying. Here's a penny for your thoughts. Why don't you consider living your own life and fuckin' live a happy one instead of living with the guilt that you thought you caused." That is one wish he is asking instead of her fretting over him after his death. He looks at where his brother is standing "I wished that you didn't scold me too much. What would happen if you didn't? Would I be in a different situation?" He questioned.

"Haru." Takeomi can only say his name. He didn't know what to say.

Senju wants to talk to him to stay but feels a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the person who have their hand on her and see Takeomi.

"Senju. Haru left our world." He said with tears coming out of his eyes.

She looks back at her pink haired brother and saw that his eyes are now blank. Meaning that he passed on. "Haru-nii..." She brings him close and hugs his lifeless body.

Takeomi got on the ground and hugs both his siblings.

Despite the fight raging on, these two want to spend a bit more time with their younger/big brother before going back to aid Takemichi.

Sounds ooc for Haruchiyo but I want him to have this moment with his siblings.

[destinygoldenstar]

So You See, Forcing People Who Want Redemption To Return To Their Bad Behavior Is Okay

(11 Year Old Arrested At School)

What did Jay do?

Honestly, have no idea. He’s faking being arrested because it’s ‘cool’ for some reason?

Even though Mikey also got arrested and Jay was cold towards Mikey about it, and no one found it cool whatsoever? (But who the F cares about plot holes, am  right?)

The dad LITERALLY, IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA, FORCES a dude into following a SCRIPT to scam his son. 

See? I was NOT exaggerating. The parents in Dhar Mann LITERALLY do this. To SCAM children.

And this is deemed as okay?!

The criminal guy just wants redemption. He wants to live a normal life. He wants to move on from his criminal days. He doesn’t even ask for money. He just wants dinner. He’s sincere with Jay about what his life is like, about the regrets he has and how badly people see him. How he’s viewed in a negative life and is deemed as pure evil. 

And we’re supposed to DEMONISE this story. Even though this is easily the most interesting scene Dhar Mann has ever made. 

The cop dad is like, “NO, DON’T be honest with the kid! DON’T give him insight on your life! DON’T encourage him he’s justified in his emotions! DON’T encourage him to make his own choices WHATSOEVER!”

You know, like a good parent. (NOT)

So Jay gets caught in a robbery, and he helps his dad stop them, and they get arrested, and SOMEHOW, JAY is deemed to have learned the lesson that you should never do bad things. 

The dad? NO CONSEQUENCES. Scammed his kid? No consequences. Was downright prejudice against the delinquent dude? No consequences.

I mean yeah the mom yells at the dad for the crime situation, but you could argue the dad had no control over the situation, and thus couldn’t control his job and his kid at once. So that’s barely something that’s the dad’s fault.

“Bad choices always have bad consequences”

What counts as a bad choice in this universe? Scamming is okay? Redemption is not? 

Redemption just doesn’t exist I guess?

What should be the message, in my eyes, is “Anyone can make bad choices. But anyone can make good choices as well.” Show the criminal wanting redemption and helping with stopping this robbery. THAT, would be a good message, to show that anyone can redeem themselves, if they truly desire.

But NOPE!

Gosh forbid we encourage a GREY AREA, or people actually wanting to become better people!

Once bad, always bad, no redemption, your heart is never justified if you’re a bad person! Nope! Your feelings don’t matter!

Dhar Mann, I am baffled here. 

Honestly, I think this video, despite the bad message, brings an insight onto the bad guy’s lives in this universe. It’s HEAVILY buried under cringe, sure, but this video literally shows that these people are FORCED into the villain roles by society! The ‘good people’ demonize these guys and throw them under the bus, and give them no choice but to be bad guys. The criminal dude just wanted dinner. He couldn’t get it because he didn’t traumatize a child. 

It’s honestly heartbreaking.

At the end, you can see the two robbers trying to comfort each other, one of them even pleads that he NEVER wanted to do any of his crimes! They’re bros who are thrown under the bus by this society. They’re like a dysfunctional family.

But I know Dhar Mann only wants us to hate these guys and cheer at them getting arrested behind bars. “Like all bad people deserve”

Now, I’m not saying bad people don’t deserve to go to jail. They do.

But in this universe? My god. These people are literally being SHOVED into bad roles by the people who worship Dhar Mann (in universe). 

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. Is one of the most intriguing part for me about the Dhar Mann videos, as well as the thing that makes me find these videos such a bad influence. 

The characters are only painted in a mean spirited, negative light. Children are forced to have no opinions and commit to society 100%. People are forced into shallow worldviews they don’t want to be a part of. And it’s all run by Dhar Mann, showing them a worldview that only sees black and white.

I mean, my gosh. If Dhar Mann REALLY doesn’t want me to care about these criminals, then WHY did he show these criminals having humanity. WHY did he show them being forced into evil roles by cops? WHY did he show the robbers pleading for help, and being friends with each other?

Honestly, this might be an interesting worldview for Jay. Like, if Mikey is never redeemed (which he obviously won’t be) Jay might take this to heart. He might try to help the criminals who’ve been forced into their roles. He might learn sympathy.

I mean, from the ending alone, Jay’s mom is already leagues a better parent than Mikey’s mom. She’s not perfect, but this mom is willing to be defensive when she needs to. She puts her kid’s priorities, safety, and needs first. She hates scamming. And she also seems to take into consideration Jay’s morality, even if she’s against it. 

This mom’s okay in my book. The dad? Not so much.

But gosh forbid we teach that to kids, am I right?

(What do you guys think about this? It’s definitely something to think about.)

[seijorhi]

Heartbeat

so it is perhaps slightly late but HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML @iwaasfairy <33 you are incredible and amazing and deserve the world also i know i said my next fic would be for oikawa but shh that one's coming

Ryuguji 'Draken' Ken x female reader WC 3.1k

tw: incest, daddy kink (kinda?) noncon/dubcon, yandere, mentioned drug use, nsfw, smut

Sometimes you wish you weren’t as in love with your fiancé as you are. It’d be easier then to disappoint him, to deny him. To be selfish and spiteful with good reason–

If it weren’t for that stupid, gentle look of reproval he’d give you every time you did. 

‘Babe, this’ll be the most important moment of both of our adult lives, don’t you want him there to see it? Be a part of it?’

The short answer was ‘no’. Emphatically. No, you did not want your father anywhere near your wedding. No, you don’t want him to walk you down the aisle or to have the first dance with you at the reception. Hell, you don’t want him so much as glimpsing the wedding venue. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t have even told him you were getting married in the first place.

Thank goodness your loving fiancé had taken that step for you. 

He meant well. For him, it’s almost unfathomable to imagine a life where family doesn’t play an integral role. The first call he’d made after proposing was to his parents, his brother the next. Both conversations had been joyful occasions, full of happy tears and genuine emotion. 

And you suppose if you’d grown up with a family like his – loving, supportive, normal – you’d be the same way. 

It doesn’t help matters that you’ve left most of your complicated relationship with your father unspoken. Easier for him to create his own version in his head – a disagreement that spiralled out of control, teenage angst and a distant, single father, miscommunication across multiple levels – than to know the actual truth.

Admitting to the man you’re intent on spending the rest of your life with that your father’s not just a domineering asshole, but also the right hand man to one of Japan’s most notorious crime lords and wholly fucked up to boot was never all that high on your list of priorities. 

Which was just fine. Family was important to your fiancé and you would never begrudge him that, but as far as you were concerned he would be your family. The only one you would ever need.

You’d left the other years ago, with no intentions of ever looking back. 

And despite what you suspected to be a faint sense of confusion and misplaced sadness on your behalf, you had been under the impression that he was okay with that, even if he didn’t quite understand it.

Until he brought up inviting your father to the wedding.

For days you’d pushed back. You hadn’t spoken to the man in years, he had no interest in you and even less so in witnessing your major life events. He was always busy, always travelling, he probably wouldn’t come even if he was invited–

To no avail. 

Your fiancé had just fixed you with that wistful, sympathetic expression and asked, ever so gently, whether it was time to put the past behind you and at least try to mend your relationship with your father. 

‘Or if you can’t, then invite him for my sake. Because I want him there to see the incredible woman you’ve become, with or without his help. And because… because I think you’ll regret it if you don’t.’

Reluctantly, you’d relented. 

He’d sent two invitations; one to your father, at the last address you’d lived with him, and another to your ‘uncle’ Mikey, in case the first one went astray. 

‘No harm in being thorough, eh?’ he’d joked, and if your stomach hadn’t been twisting itself into knots at the prospect of having to endure not one but both of them at your wedding, you might have teased him for it.

Stressing about it was pointless. In the weeks following, you worked hard to convince yourself that it wouldn’t matter if they were invited or not, neither Mikey nor your father would come. He always loathed the boys you brought home, any boy really, that you showed more than a passing flicker of interest in, and made no secret of it. You remember the fights, yelling yourself hoarse and furiously blinking back tears every time he’d introduce a new rule, a new restriction. Anything to keep you safe and sound, and far away from anyone who’d take you from him.

You can’t imagine him there – either of them – standing stark and out of place amongst the crowd of happy well-wishers.

He’d be so disappointed with all of it, you think. Your job, your home, your soon to be husband – every part of the life you’ve scraped together, away from him. 

The day the RSVP arrives, a crisp white envelope with your father’s unmistakable, scrawling handwriting, your heart plummets. Your fiancé’s thrilled, of course. He’d never admit as much aloud, but you can tell he’s already picturing it in his head; the sweet, tearful reunion. A father embracing his daughter on the day of her wedding, the raw, imperfect emotions between them speaking the volumes that words alone can’t. 

And you hate that your first instinct isn’t to agree, or try and find a way to make the best of this and be the bigger person, but to run as far as you can, as fast as you can in the opposite direction. With or without your fiancé.

But you do love him. Enough to swallow down your protests, the fear that sits deep in your stomach and festers with each passing day, until finally your wedding arrives. 

Beyond the letter confirming both of their attendance, there’s nothing. No calls, no messages, no attempt at reaching out whatsoever, and maybe that should soothe you, but it doesn’t. It feels like the calm before the storm, the pull of the ocean before a tsunami hits.

Dressed in your wedding gown, you smoothe down non-existent wrinkles in the fabric before carefully plucking your necklace from the vanity. There’s a tremor in your hand, it takes you a few tries to finally get the clasp, and after adjusting the chain so it sits better, you take a breath to stand back and study your reflection. 

Not a hair out of place, your makeup flawless. 

You should be beaming, giddy at the thought of saying ‘I do’ to the man who holds your heart.

You should, at the very least, be able to appreciate that today you look like a vision in white. The perfect bride. Instead, your heart flutters like a hummingbird, and you can’t seem to stand still for more than a moment, much less form coherent thoughts.

Your bridesmaids left the room five minutes ago, giggling between themselves – wholly oblivious to the storm raging inside of you. It’s normal, you suppose, for a bride to be nervous before getting married, but the funny thing is you’ve never been more certain of a decision in your life. 

A knock sounds on the door. Three loud, short raps.  

“Come in.”

From the mirror, you watch as the door opens and a tall, broad shouldered man in an expensive suit steps inside. Shuts the door behind him, flicking the lock for good measure. His hair’s dark now, rather than the dyed blond he’d sported for most of your childhood, but there’s no mistaking your father.

You exhale shakily, meeting his gaze in the mirror rather than turning to face him, “Hi, daddy.”

And you’ve had weeks to overthink this. To imagine what he’ll say and do the first time he laid eyes on you, years after you slipped away like a thief in the night. Would he be furious? Cold? Would he try to embrace you, or chastise you?

You remember the lessons about duty and loyalty instilled upon you from an early age. He’d called it yubitsume, the act of repentance when someone in the organisation screwed up. Brought you with him once to see it performed when you were sixteen and he’d caught you trying to sneak out after midnight to meet with a friend.

For the life of you, you can’t recall what transgression the man had committed to earn the punishment, but it’d struck you then – watching with mute horror, your father’s hand clamped on your shoulder, ensuring that you couldn’t turn away – that while the man cried and snivelled, while his knife shook in his hand, he’d willingly maimed himself for them. Offered the severed finger to Mikey on a silver plate and pleaded graciously for his forgiveness.

You can’t imagine your father wants your pinky finger, or any of your limbs for that matter, but disloyalty demands recompense. He taught you that. 

Yet he only stares, mute and expressionless, a statue cast in granite; those dark, impenetrable eyes bearing down on you. Waiting for an apology, you wonder, or an explanation?

What words does he expect you to say? 

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” you say, simply to fill in the oppressive silence. 

He hums, the sound a low, deep rumble that reminds you of the first whispers of thunder on a summer’s night. “And miss my only daughter’s wedding?”

You want to tell him that you’re not his daughter, not anymore. He gave up that right the night you’d woken up to a hand clamped over your mouth, your father hovering above you, drunk, high and half out of his mind on whatever cocktail of drugs were coursing through his veins, pawing at your pajama top. 

The final straw; you were gone the next night. 

You spin to face him, mindful of your dress, and shrug. “He wanted you here to see this. Us. I’m happy with him… I love him.”

And then your father does the last thing you expect; he nods. 

“He’s a good man,” he admits, only for his expression to harden – any trace of goodwill vanishing before your eyes. “But you’re not marrying him. You belong with your family.” The ‘with me’ goes unspoken.

Anger flares, white hot and searing. 

“I knew this was a mistake,” you spit, throwing your arm up towards the door. “Get out. Now.”

You’ll walk your damned self down the aisle. 

How could this go any other way? Stupid of you to have let yourself be swayed to think, even for a moment, that he’d ever be okay with this. That he’d be able to stand there, see you – see how you’ve grown and flourished, how happy you truly are – pretend for one day he wasn’t a monster, and for the first time in your life, put your needs and wants, your happiness, before his own. 

He only sighs, “You make a beautiful bride, little one–”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“–But it’s time to come home.” His arms are folded over his chest, eyes narrowed, a deep frown etched onto his face. As immovable as rock.

Fine. You nod shortly, picking up the skirt of your dress and spare your father one final, insincere smile, “Stay, then. I’ll go.” 

Truthfully, you don’t expect to make it past him, but like hell are you just going to stand there and let him bully you into sabotaging your own wedding. 

Still, you flinch, heart jumping when his hand snaps closed around your wrist, halting you when you try to sidestep him. “Door’s locked, sweetheart. Mikey’s out front. Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be, hmm?”

“Let go of me,” you spit out quietly, staring with wide, glossy eyes at the exit, mere feet away. Hopelessly out of reach. “You don’t get to ruin this. You were the one who pushed me out.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, neither of you moving so much as an inch – and then, “… All I have ever done is love you. Protected you. Kept you safe.”

You sniff, blinking back tears. There’s a lump in your throat, and your voice quavers, but you force yourself to say, “Not like that. Not how you were supposed to.”

The hand at your wrist flexes, drawing a sharp gasp of pain. 

“I love you,” your father growls, and with a short, rough tug, you’re stumbling towards him, falling against his broad chest. 

He catches you, steadies you, seizing your chin in one of his hands. And he looks angry, his brows furrowed, dark eyes focused and intense. “You’re mine. My little girl. Always.”

He kisses you then, and you’re powerless to stop it. His mouth is rough, harsh and desperate as it moves against yours, his tongue forcing its way between your parted lips to taste and claim. 

And it feels like a daze – a nightmare, maybe – when his arm tightens around your middle. One moment you’re standing stiff as a board, and then next he’s sweeping you up into his arms, not bothering to detach himself from your mouth as he carries you to the chaise lounge and drops you upon it.

“Should never have let you leave in the first place,” he pants, his teeth grazing along the delicate skin of your throat as he shifts above you. “Missed you too fuckin’ much.”

Even as he says it, even as fresh tears spring to your eyes and a sob bursts free, he’s reaching under the skirt of your dress, hiking it up to your waist and palming at the crotch of your white lace panties.

The panties intended for your husband to enjoy tearing off of you later tonight.

A quiet mumble of voices filters in from the hallway, too garbled for you to tell who’s talking, but it makes no difference. His palm claps over your mouth, muffling any and all noises.

He doesn’t stop, though, just shifts his weight enough to begin working one handed to unbuckle his pants and free his cock. You can only stare at the door, a horrid mix of dread and hope gripping you as you wait–

But the handle doesn’t so much as jiggle, and the voices fade away.

“… Please.”

His hand’s loosened a little around your mouth, but between his own heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric as he nudges your thighs further apart, lifts one of your legs up to hoist it over his hip and plants a foot down on the floor to steady himself, you’re not even sure if he hears it. 

So you try again, “Please don’t do this, daddy.”

This time, he pauses. Meets your tear stricken gaze from above. And for a moment, no more than a heartbeat, you swear that it’s guilt that flashes in your father’s eyes. 

But you blink, and the face staring back at you is void of sympathy. “You’re not leaving me again. This is your own fault, don’t forget that.”

He doesn’t bother taking off your underwear, merely shoves the lace aside as he takes his cock in hand, gives the thick, heavy member a few pumps. And you suppose you should be grateful that he takes a moment to lean down and spit on your cunt, smearing it with his pre-cum when he guides the flushed tip of his cock to your pussy. 

It’s the only preparation he gives, bullying his way inside of you with a low, guttural groan. Slowly, so you can feel every inch of him sinking into you, every vein and ridge stretching your plush walls to the point of agony. 

He doesn’t react when you grab instinctively at his arms, your nails digging into the wool of his suit jacket and you wail, hips arcing up in a pitiful attempt to escape the intrusion

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fucking hell.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, biting down on your lip as another hiccuping sob escapes you when, finally, he stills, hilted to his balls inside your poor cunt. Lets you lie there and adjust to it, unable to do anything but unwittingly clench around his cock every time he so much as twitches.

It hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts. 

“Look at me.”

You don’t. Can’t bear to. 

He grunts, and suddenly there’s a hand gripping your throat, your eyes flying open with shock as fingers tighten, cutting off your air supply. It’s only for a moment, long enough for you to register the dangerous expression on your father’s face. 

“Look at me,” he repeats, his voice a deep, ragged growl.

And with your eyes fixed on him, he slowly draws his hips back, drinking in every whimper, wince and tear that spills down your cheeks – until only the very tip of his cock remains inside of you. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

“Please, daddy–”

“Tell me that you’re sorry,” he grits out, slowly enunciating each word. 

You swallow tightly, nodding as best you can with his hand still curled around your throat. “I’m s-sorry.”

The corner of his lip curls upwards in grim satisfaction, “Good girl.” And before you can so much as brace yourself, mercilessly slams his cock back deep inside of you, picking up a brutal pace to fuck you into submission. 

—

You were scheduled to walk down the aisle five minutes ago.

It’s all you can think as you lie there, curled up on the chaise, your dress crumpled, hair a mess, lipstick smudged. Tear tracks fresh on your cheeks, rapidly cooling cum seeping from your pussy, streaks of it smeared across your thighs. 

Someone will come eventually to check on you, you think distantly. One of your bridesmaids maybe, or your soon-to-be mother in law. 

They can’t see you like this. They’ll be disgusted. Horrified.

Your fiancé, waiting at the end of the aisle, wondering where you are, whether you’ve gotten cold feet… He’ll hate you for this, and you can’t even blame him for it.

You hate yourself. 

There’s a hand stroking at your hair, a soft hum of an old lullaby filling the empty space around you, but as another broken sniffle escapes, your father stills. Sighs. 

“Mikey’s taking care of everything out there, you don’t have to worry about it.” He pauses, waiting for a response, but it only serves to make the tears come quicker, and you bury your face further into his lap, as if that’ll make him stop talking. Sensing that he’s fighting a losing battle, he resumes where he left off, carding his fingers through mussed locks. “This is for the best, you’ll see that in time, little one.” 

“… I hate you.” A mumble, barely comprehensible from where you’ve hidden your face.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, “You won’t forever.”

[yokohamabeans]

Hi Yoko! I'd like your opinion on a lil theory I have. I've always found it weird and borderline disturbing that Ran and Rin always have matching hair and/or clothes even as adults - I get being close to your brother but THAT close is kinda disturbing, even the Kawata twins aren't like that. Then I learned that some siblings form trauma bonds with each other due to experiences they had to go through together. Given the pattern of crappy childhoods in TR, do you think that's a possibility here?

ANON THIS IS SO INTERESTING!! Yes, I totally agree that they do have bad childhoods, but I'm not sure if I'd say they have formed trauma bonds with each other. Just to be clear, my understanding of trauma bonding is where an abused person forms an attachment to their abuser, so in this case, I'm interpreting your theory as Ran and Rin having an abusive/abused relationship with each other? Please correct me if I've totally misunderstood you, and I really apologise for it!!

Again, I'm 100% behind the theory that they've had a bad childhood. However, 'bad' is a really broad scale. It could be just plain sucky (e.g. neglected by busy but otherwise average civilian parents), contain one or more traumatic events (e.g. Sanzu/Kazutora), a downright Shakespearean tragedy (e.g. Kakucho/Izana/Mikey etc.) or anything in between and more because crappy childhoods are, needless to say, complicated and complex. At this point of the story, where the Haitanis are still shrouded in mystery, I don't really have a definitive theory about how bad their childhoods are, but I'm leaning towards them being born into the wrong crowd (i.e. a criminal family) and having to survive and thrive under such conditions, which would've definitely resulted in them having such a close and exclusive bond. However, I don't think it's that much of an 'unhealthy' bond, though!

They are portrayed to be inseparable, but I don't see them being unable to function without each other. Yes, they do seem rely on each other's companies a lot but I wouldn't say they are helpless without each other. They seem to be more supportive than dependent. While they rarely appear without each other, there are at least 2 instances where Rindou (who is arguably the more 'dependent' brother) has acted without Ran:

Ambushed Mitsuya and Smiley with Shion (Chap. 153)

Dealt something with Koko (Wakui's recent Twitter sketch) - this could still be Ran despite the hair-colouring, but either way it's a Haitani brother moving alone.

Ran has also developed a stronger reputation for himself and is the 'more famous brother', which implies that he's done more things than Rindou, which we could take as him acting without Rindou.

Rindou does seem to seek Ran's approval a lot and likely has a kind of complex going on about being the 'less impressive' brother, but I think it's more of an ego thing and him looking up to Ran rather than him having some kind of unhealthy obsession with Ran. Sure, they're both kinda sadistic, but generally they're able to keep their composures pretty well, and at least Ran seems to have some sense of self-awareness and moral compass (him openly admiring Izana/Kakucho's 'way of life'). Neither Haitani brother is shown (so far) to be 'insane' like Kazutora, Izana or even Mikey, so I think they're much more well-adjusted than these characters who are strongly implied to be mentally unwell. This leads me to think that all in all, they're relatively sound in mind.

Nonetheless, the 'It's Only Us' vibe they have is undeniable. It does imply that something awful must have happened for them to be so exclusive, even in the gangs they join. They've straight-up declared that they 'don't need a gang', and while they have many followers, they don't seem to be actively leading them. More of a 'we're doing our own thing but we can use you lackeys whenever we want' kind of situation. This could mean that they don't trust anyone except themselves, they simply just don't care for anyone else, or both. Tbh, I'm currently more inclined towards them simply not caring for anyone else, because if they cannot trust anyone who doesn't share their DNA, they wouldn't be forming such sincere camaraderie with Tenjiku or Kakucho. At the very least, they seem to be receptive towards other bonds, rather than shutting themselves off against the world, so I think it's really more of a matter of who can earn their respect and trust. It's more of an issue of their ego and cockiness, imo LOL.

Personally, I agree that their intense brotherly relationship is a little odd, but to me it's more on the 'amusing' side rather than the 'disturbing' side. I hope you don't think I'm downright disagreeing with your theory, because for the most part I fully agree with you that their extremely close bond is a consequence of a bad childhood. I just don't find their relationship unhealthy per se, but then again I could be missing out on a lot of things so please do tell me more about your theory!! I'd love to discuss it more!!

[hamatoclan76]

Rise Splinter isn´t a very good parent and that´s okay.

Look, before someone starts throwing tomatoes i want to clarify something: I like Splinter from Rottmnt and i really like Rise of the Tmnt. People who have followed me for a while know i enjoy the series and i´m sad about it how was cancelled. I also want to say that i don´t think other Splinters are 100% perfect and they have their own issues too.

What i don´t like is how the Rise of the tmnt fandom often overlooks Rise Splinter´s character flaws and pretends that he is a perfect father figure because this is not something supported by both by the narrative and his character growth.

So, what i´m going to do in this post is to examine his character flaws, his role as parent and character arc in the series. The point of this is to bring up this flaws to light, this is not a ¨character critical¨ or whatever you want to call it. It´s supposed to be character analysis, okay?

Let´s start with the short Turtle Tots short:

Link to the short:

 https://www.facebook.com/teenagemutantninjaturtles/videos/626074331524980/

This short is when the turtle brothers are still very young. We see that Splinter is trying to train them but he keeps watching a show he likes on TV. This short shows Splinter didn´t care about training his sons enough even when they were younger. He also leaves them with very dangerous weapons they don´t know how to use.

Splinter was already quite neglectful and careless since the start. He spend too much time watching TV rather than training his sons. It would more understandable if he was too busy working with something but here he is only watching a TV series. Later in the short he admits he should have paid more attention to the turtles and isn´t a good Sensei.

I have to say i didn´t like this short too much. I didn´t find funny the jokes of how Splinter ignores his sons for the TV series and leaves every 30 seconds. However, it provides some context for the characters and their relationship.

Now let´s talk about his characterization at the start of the series. (Season 1)

Splinter at the start of the series is usually seen watching TV, whatever is his old movies or shows that he likes. He is rarely seen training the turtles or talking to them. Sometimes their interactions are the boys trying to ask him about something while he is watching his series. Splinter either answers them or ignores them.

He is usually so caught up in his own world that he doesn´t seem to be aware of who are the turtles fighting against until it starts biting them back. The boys usually don´t tell him about their adventures on the surface. One could argue that he assumes that they barely get in trouble and they are just playing.

In the episode ¨The Fast and the Furriest¨ Splinter ¨steals¨  Turtle Tank and takes it for a ride without Donatello´s permision. The turtles go through a lot of trouble to get the Turtle Tank back. By the end of the episode its Donatello, his son,is  the one who is putting a punishment on Splinter, who is supposed to be their father, for taking the Tank. 

While Donnie getting angry at Splinter is quite funny,this episode shows that Yoshi can be very inmature at times, if not childish. He doesn´t ask his son to allow him use the tank, puts them in danger and is scolded like a child at the end instead of him being the ¨responsible adult figure¨.

Parents being cocky or careless isn´t something very new. There are parents that act as inmature or worse than Yoshi and would never admit they did something wrong. So, i take this episode as one of the examples that Splinter does this kind of things. He isn´t this selfish and reckless all the time, just sometimes.

Another aspect is that Splinter struggles with remember his sons´ names. He calls them by their color bandana instead of their real names. This sometimes can be funny but on the long run it becomes quite disturing,Imo. There is difference between ¨calling your son with an affectionate nickname¨ and ¨not remembering your sons´ name¨. There is a point that this it becomes sad.

The tmnt wiki describes Rise Splinter´s personality as a ¨Extremely flawed (albeit loved) father figure¨. This means that he has tons of flaws but he cares about his family: One clear example is when he helps Raphael with fighting his fear in ¨Mrs. Cuddles¨. He protects the big turtle a few times from the giant puppet monster and they defeat the monster together.

Splinter cares about April O´Neil like she was part of the family too. In episodes like "Always Be Brownies" he is seen hanging out with her and helping her. He also encourages April to believe more in herself since she has tons of doubts in that episode. (Season 2).

Hamato Yoshi / Splinter´s backstory

Lets say that Yoshi didn´t have the best childhood. His biological father was missing and he is not mentioned in the flashbacks. Splinter´s mother, Atsuko, left Yoshi when he was still a kid so she would be able to perform her family duty as protector in the Hamato family.

This terrible loss made Yoshi grow bitter with his Hamato duties and martial arts. He didn´t want anything to do with his family legacy since it was the reason that his mother was forced to left him. He had an argument with his maternal grandfather and sensei, Sho, and decided to use the skills he learned in during his training to become a superstar.

After many shenanigans involving his crush on Big Mama, a very powerful yokai, and Baron Draxum, Hamato Yoshi mutated into a humanoid rat and adopted the turtles, who were about to be used as soldiers by Draxum, like their own sons.

Splinter´s backstory explains a lot of his behaviour in the series: It´s implied his father died/left him, his own mother also left him to perform her duties and he has a very strained relationship with his grandparent. The reason of why he has so many problems when it comes to being a good father it is because he himself lacked good family support. It makes sense that he doesn´t seem to know what he is doing or why he is messy when he is takeing care of the turtles.

Speaking of that, this explains why he isn´t very involved in his sons´ training. Maybe he just doesn´t want them to carry the same burden that he did as a child or just dislikes the idea of training them because it reminds him of bad memories about his grandfather and his mother.

He also watches his old movies since it reminds him of the time he was living his life at his fullest and was doing something he enjoyed. It implies he has his mind stuck in the past, perhaps wishing he could still be human and live like superstar.

Splinter´s Character growth

Like i mentioned, Yoshi wasn´t very interested in training his sons at the start of the series. He was negletful and spent too much time watching his movies... This aspect of his character isn´t ignored.

When the turtles asked him to train him ¨The Evil League of Mutants" he put Lou-Jitsu films for them to watch, this made their sons think he wasn´t taking them seriously and decided to go out on their own. While Splinter´s intention was to show them the basics by them learning the moves from the movies, he came off as he only cared about watching said films to their sons.

After noticing how his sons lack experience and need his help, he begans training them. Splinter gets more involved with his Hamato destiny and starts being more honest to the boys about his past as human and protector.

One episode that´s really worth of mentioning is ¨Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man¨: Splinter tricks Donatello and Mikey into going to a demolition center since he missed the old days he used to be a champion in the Battle Nexus. Donnie is very hurt when he finds out about this because he really wanted to spend more time with his father. By seeing this Yoshi realizes how his sons would like to do things together with him like hanging out. He apologizes to Donnie and tellshim that he may have lied but it is truth he wanted to spend time with him.

Along with getting more involved in his sons´s lives by teaching them and spending time with them, he lets Mikey hang out with Draxum because Mikey considers him part of the family too. (Draxum created them). He didn´t trust Draxum due to their mutual past but decides to give him a chance for Mikey´s sake.

In conclusion: In Rise of the tmnt, Splinter starts as somewhat a neglectful parent figure, sometimes acting childish and not being the best role model for their sons. Overtime he begins to understand the consequences of not training his family and gets more involved in their lives. He tries to be a responsible father despite he had tons of issues with his own family growing up. While very flawed, he has good intentions and cares deeply about his sons.

[decomposing-romantic]

Okay so more about my oc!! (Part one Part two)

She’s gonna be the older sister of either Yamagishi or Takuya, but I can’t decided which one yet 🤔

So first of all in either case they will have the same dad but different moms, and they will be raised together by their father’s parents.

Their father is a yakuza and their grandma is helping to raise them for life in general while their grandfather is raising them for the yakuza lifestyle and trying to train them to their father’s heir. The more preferred choice would obviously be either Takuya or Kazushi because they’re men but based on who we go with that doesn’t work out for different reasons.

Also in both cases their grandparents raise them in a very traditional style, not really conforming to modern times unless it’s for either of the children’s schooling or during the weekends when their father visits.

Now onto the differences ~

With Yamagishi Kazushi

Okay so with Yamagishi the main reason that their father is against him becoming the heir is that he’s too dumb, reckless, and weak.

Although, in this situation I think that since he showed only a true interest and skill in retaining information when it came to gangs and yakuza stuff he was still trained to be an yakuza but in a different way than his sister.

His father decided that he would be raised to be his sisters second hand, and would gather information as best he could while his sister was trained in all the more violent one.

Of course that doesn’t stop Kazushi from wanting to be a fighter as well. However once their grandpa died, the visits with their father on the weekends started to become more intense and less frequent.

Because of the increasingly toxic environment at home, once Kazushi was old enough he’d do whatever he could to get out of the house, and he grew increasingly distant with his sister. Then, when he became friends Takemichi, he’d always got visit his house and it became Kazushi’s favorite spot. Takemichi was also generous and didn’t have any parents even around.

Also though, his upbringing is a huge reason why he thinks delinquents like Draken are so cool. Not only because truly knows that Draken is cool but also because he grew up seeing yakuza just like that and he admires them and in his eyes, if Draken exists then he too can be a super cool delinquent who becomes an even cool yakuza boss like his dad.

Furthermore, his upbringing is yet another reason why he’s able to just sneak up on really famous delinquents without being spotted like when he was spying on Mikey and Emma after school.

It’s also where he gets his idea that posing before a fight will help him win 😭 because his grandpa tried to train him in martial arts but Kazushi was just terrible at retaining the information 😭

Now ~

For Yamamoto Takuya

He was a very sickly child so he was never able to train properly. However, his father still held onto the hope that once he got better he would become a strong and powerful yakuza boss, especially since he was always so excited to see his father during weekend visits. It got to the point that no matter how hard his sister tried, nothing she did would be good enough even though she was strong, smart, and disciplined.

Despite that she never held a grudge against Takuya, although she was extremely jealous of him at points. Though outside of that the two of them got along very well. They would often do things with their grandma whenever they weren’t at school or training and that’s one of the way Takuya got so good at kendama, since that’s one of the games they would play together that wouldn’t exhaust him.

However, that wasn’t to say that they had an easy childhood because their father was still a yakuza boss who expected them to follow in his footsteps.

Takuya was never forced to fight since Takuya was like their father’s perfect golden child that could do no wrong but his sister would be forced to do hard training and exercises as punishment, and would have to do otherwise strange and strenuous things if she didn’t act accordingly, but afterwards their grandma would make them gyūdon.

Takuya had only personally witnessed what his sister went through once though, and he was allowed to just go out with his friends and whatnot while she was forced to stay inside so he ended up thinking that is wasn’t as bad as she claimed since he never witnessed it and mostly shielded from the bad things about the family.

But regardless, since he only witnessed it once and that was the worst one yet that caused her to run away and so when Takemichi is getting his beat down when it starts getting to the point of how bad the “fight” between his father and sister was he starts to freak out because he’s once again in a situation where he’s helpless to save someone.

So yeah like,, idk I think I’m leaning more towards having her be the older sister of Takuya but what do you guys think ?

[mefiman]

Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^ 

[crazedtmnt]

CrazedTMNT OCs (Part 2)

It’s time for everyone’s favorite violent teddy bear to have his girl introduced.

Raph’s Girl:

Name: Margot Wright

Age, when first met: 15

Birthday: March 9th, 1988

Height: 5′0″-5′1″

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity/Nationality: Mexican-American

Personality: Calm, collected, and does everything confidently despite not knowing what the hell she’s doing half the time. A real motivator. Radiates big sister energy even though she’s the youngest of the girls and turtles. Fiercely independent, but suffers from loneliness deep down. Disconnected from her own emotions, yet hyperaware of everyone else’s. In love with everything music; formed her own band at a young age where she writes and plays her own music. A fierce protector and loyal friend -- if you get past her walls, she’s got your back.

Bio:

Margot was born in New York City to Daniel and Esther Wright. She was raised an only child, brought up to love all the music her parents listened to and played, as her father owned a recording studio and her mother was a musician. Her parents worked hard to give her privileges they lacked growing up, from ballet to piano lessons, but dedicated too much time simply giving her things as opposed to spending time with her. As a result, Margot grew up independent, but starved for attention. At age eleven, she decided to form her own band to gather musicians like herself.

Four years later, while her band has only barely scratched the surface of notoriety, they are starting to make headway. The new guitarist, Karyn, while shy and inexperienced, has an appreciation for music and a distinct lack of pretension. However, she brings with her a whole new set of problems, like four mutant turtles and a supernatural world Margot’s never seen. They may have saved her life, but with the way the red brute makes her feel, she’s in more danger than ever.

Relationships:

Raph - Margot hadn’t even met Raph face-to-face before he took an interest in her. The turtles would sometimes sneak into the theater while her band was practicing to listen and Raph, in particular, loved their music. Once they had met, he started making a point to show up and rate her performance afterwards. He wouldn’t admit it, but her music helped him calm down and genuinely brought a smile to his face. Margot, in turn, loved testing out new tunes to get his feedback. Raph tries to tease Margot and she takes it all in stride, fighting back with gusto. The two are often found lovingly insulting each other. Margot’s calm demeanor helps with Raph’s temper and Raph helps Margot express her emotions. They balance each other well.

Leo - Margot may be Raph’s girl, but she’s actually very close with Leo. Of the whole crew, the two are the only ones trying to lead who are actually levelheaded and logic-driven. They regularly have meetings together, asking, “What reckless thing have you had to deal with this week?” However, while Leo avoids emotion, Margot is very aware of others’ emotions. She tries to to be the one to voice others’ feelings logically when Leo is missing them. As such, she’s a better mediator for Raph and Leo fights than Karyn.

Donnie - Donnie and Margot get along fine, but don’t interact very much. They’re both part of team “We Don’t Cause Endless Drama.” If there are gonna be two people in the background, rolling their eyes about how crazy everyone is, it’s gonna be these two. Donnie mostly keeps to himself when drama goes down, while Margot intervenes (hence why she’s closer to Leo). Both are total savages and enjoy snarking about the others on occasion.

Mikey - Precious baby boy, must protect: Margot’s thought process with Mikey. He may be technically older than her, but that doesn’t stop her from seeing him as a little brother. Next to Raph, Mikey is the most hooked on Margot’s music and often asks her to play for him. She doesn’t have as much patience for his shenanigans as Karyn (and quickly learns he is NOT as innocent as he first appears to be), but she still often gets pulled into his next great idea.

Splinter - Margot appreciates Splinter for one big reason: he’s attentive. Despite being disconnected from her emotions, Splinter can just sense when Margot is struggling or holding back pain. He doesn’t need to say much; he just lets her talk to him about whatever. For as long as she needs. He might comment on what she’s doing recently or something she’s said, just to show that he’s paying attention, which means the world to Margot. Splinter loves the fact that Margot helps Raph with his temper.

Trivia:

She goes by “Meg” with most everyone. The only ones allowed to call her Margot are her parents, Karyn, Peter (bandmember/childhood friend), and later Raph.

Her father’s name was originally “Diego Rodriguez.” He changed it legally to Daniel Wright before Margot was born, so Wright is her legal last name.

It’s tradition in her family for the women to not cut their hair. She only keeps her bangs trimmed.

The color of her bangs changes often, usually after she trims them. She’s begun to favor the color red.

In the TMNT 2003 series, she would appear after S1 E15, but not meet the turtles face-to-face until after S2 E11.

She knows aikido and Splinter trains her to fight with a tessen.

She started ballet when she was four and still practices today.

She can play six instruments fluently: piano, violin, viola, cello, bass guitar, and guitar.

She mainly plays either bass guitar or piano in her band.

Her band’s current name is “Under Threat.” She’s changed it seven times since its creation.

Her friend Peter’s parents own a small, indie theater which the band practices and preforms in.

She writes many types of music, but she favors punk rock, indie rock, and Tejano.

The scar on her left cheek is from a snapped violin string.

She reads a lot of mystery novels and is a particular fan of Agatha Christie.

She loves street hotdogs. Good thing she’s in New York.

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Chapter 13

Masterlist 

cw: nsfw, timeskip

 “Mmm.”

A soft moan of pleasure left Kumi’s lips as she continued to roll her hips slowly, a smile on her face as she leaned forward, letting her palms glide up her partner’s chest. His eyes seemed to glaze over with lust still as he looked upon her breasts, and she giggled.

It truly was nice to be with someone who definitely loved you more than you loved them, she thought fleetingly, then attempted to banish the idea from her own mind.

Perhaps it was an unkind thought. She liked the guy she was currently riding enough; Seiichi was nice to look at with heavy-lidded eyes, shaggy dirty blonde hair and an easy going smile, and he had been attentive and caring to her through these last couple of years as they futzed through medical school together.

At graduation just a couple weeks ago, he’d asked her how she felt about the two of them becoming official and she’d avoided the question, and he’d known better not to bring it up again. Kumi considered that he’d perhaps ask again now, now that she was hovering above him and his hands pressed firmly around her waist and she could feel her stomach coil tighter and tighter the longer they moved together.

He didn’t just like her more, he liked her too much for her comfort, she’d realized.

“Kumi, I-” he began, cheeks flushed, but then she’d cut him off abruptly.

“I’m moving back to Tokyo-” she blurted out, right before she felt herself snap and let out a strangled cry as she climaxed and promptly collapsed onto him. She could barely see his look of distress as he took in this sudden news, his cock softening inside her almost immediately, but she could feel the quickening pace of his heart. 

It was an asshole move.

“You’re what?” He asked.

Kumi shifted her legs as he slipped out of her, then rolled over to the side so that she was staring at the ceiling and not at him.

“I’m leaving this weekend,” she repeated, cheeks still warm as she recovered from her orgasm. The pensive, slightly amused look on her face was unchanging, as though she had simply told him about a funny dream she’d had, and Seiichi, who had thought he was making some progress all these years realized all at once that he’d never even cracked the surface of her frozen heart. The idea of him having wasted his time so thoroughly aggravated him suddenly.

“Were you ever going to fucking say anything?” He hissed. “Or did it just hit you spur of the moment to say something like this?”

She turned towards him, noting his now red-faced and angry expression, and placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. There was something akin to pity in her look, but not love.

“I didn’t think it was important,” she replied simply.

She could have left it at that, and Seiichi may have calmed down and even considered bargaining with her - trips back and forth maybe, a vacation here or there, she just had to tell him that she still wanted him, in some capacity, and it would still be alright.

“You are important to me,” he said and attempted to mirror her action, but frowning, Kumi moved backwards and quickly made her way off the bed, redressing herself.

He watched her with anticipation, anxiety choking the words in his throat as she got ready to leave.

After an unnecessarily silent period of time, she turned to him and smiled widely, something unnatural and painful and flat all at once.

“I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

---

“Why did you decide to become a doctor?”

Kumi hated this question every single time it was asked. The truest answer was when my middle school boyfriend died in a gang fight in front of me, mostly due to self-inflicted injury that could have been preventable if only I had the skills, but it wasn’t exactly the answer that earned her points with anyone. If anything, it only invited more unnecessary questions.

Instead, she offered something generic like, “I’ve always had a passion to take care of others and found that I was interested in the science of the human body and thus pursued my passion in this way.” It was sufficiently true, she figured, even if it wasn’t as exciting a reason.

The interviewer seemed to be impressed enough with the lackluster response, as she expected. Her grades were excellent, after all, so this interview was somewhat of a formality. The only thing that worried her was whether or not she was ready to move back to Tokyo for residency, and decided after very brief contemplation that she was.

It had been so many years since that event had happened, after all. She couldn’t possibly still be hung up on the past.

People died all the time; years of medical school had taught her this. She could prevent some death but not all.

When she’d received the residency position, she was excited as the program was top rated in the country for emergency medicine training, but then recalled that she likely had no one left in Tokyo. Her parents had long since moved to the United States permanently along with her grandmother who had taken her in charge up until she’d started college, and her brother, many years older, lived on the other end of the country. They weren’t close, even if she had wanted to be.

She had no one left. She’d even briefly wondered if she could bring Seiichi with her, and realized it would be too cruel to use him in this way. Seiichi would remain in their city, pursuing specialization in pediatrics, so his goals and her goals wouldn’t be compatible anyway.

Why Tokyo?

Her mother hated even the idea of moving back there, and she’d had to reassure her repeatedly that more than ten years had passed, so there was no way she’d return to that dark place she’d been in the latter fourteenth and entire fifteenth year of her life.

“Are you sure?” Her mother pressed.

“Yes, mom,” she reassured her. “I won’t even be living on the same side of the city.”

And I’m past it, she thought.

With that, she moved to a small apartment in Tokyo alone on a Saturday morning and started her first day of work as a newly minted doctor that very Monday.

The first day was busy and the emergency department was as busy and as hectic as she should have expected being in a major city, but she survived after putting in her hours, clocking out sometime between 13 to 15 hours after the beginning of her shift, exhausted and with no one to go home to. As she sat on the train, trying not to let her tired eyes glaze over, she downloaded a dating app, swiped left and right on a couple of strange faces then sighed loudly.

It was a dumb idea to meet men if she was going to have no one to call in case of an emergency.

Kumi made it to her new home, hopping into the shower, and changing into soft shorts and a pajama shirt immediately before preparing some instant noodles for dinner. She made a mental note to buy some real groceries sometime this weekend. She then quickly texted a message to her parents to tell them her first day had gone well.

She would be fine.

As she ate her meal in silence, her mind flitted to Kaksi for a moment. She wondered how she was doing. Should she contact her? They hadn’t spoken in over a decade. Did she miss her? Was she even still in this city?

She finished her meal and shook off the thought of digging up past relationships. She wouldn’t want to burrow too deeply and be hurt by what she found.

---

Kaksi rested the ends of her chopsticks on the dark blue and white hashioki in front of her. Then her brown eyes wandered outside, enjoying Tokyo’s skyline through the large glass windows of the private room she shared with her friend. Blue eyes studied her features quietly, while slender fingers brought the white chopsticks to rosy lips.

“Did you not like the food?”

“Oh, I did,” Kaksi replied in a soft voice. “I’m just not very hungry.”

Senju didn’t say anything for a moment. By now she had memorised all of Kaksi’s habits, which made it usually easy for her to pick up on her emotions and thoughts.

“Are you nervous?” she asked before taking a sip of her drink.

Kaksi smiled.

“I guess I am.”

Was this moment shared together their goodbye? As much as Senju preferred not to dwell on the future, she couldn’t ignore the inevitable change that Kazutora’s return would bring into her life. She had made a mistake, growing too comfortable treating Kaksi like she was hers when she was someone else’s all along.

Senju had never met Manjiro Sano despite the similar lifestyle they shared but back when Kaksi would still talk about him, she compared them a lot. Brahman’s leader used to believe she was nothing like him, the idea of ever leaving Kaksi behind unthinkable to her but now she wondered if the reason behind their fall out wasn’t just Mikey trying to spare his own feelings, something Senju failed to do by falling for her best friend.

She had been foolish to think Kaksi would fail to keep her promise. While they had shared more kisses that they could both count and uncovered the secrets to each other’s body in between almost forbidden confessions, Senju still wasn’t the one Kaksi wished to have by her side, or maybe she did. It had felt like she did so many times and it still felt that way as they walked out of the expensive restaurant too close to each other.

Kaksi’s hands were always so cold but Senju liked to warm them up. Tonight however the brunette wouldn’t let her like she had been doing for the past months. Senju was being selfish again, she knew. Kaksi couldn’t say no, not to her, not when she would give her those pleading blue eyes or slide her hand around her waist.

“Sen,” she said, irritated and distancing herself from her best friend.

But this time she had to say no.

“I don’t think I can do it, Kaksi.”

Kazutora would be out of jail in a few days and Kaksi had already planned out a future for them, one that she had desired ever since they had promised to never leave each other’s side back when they were children. It was unfair that she couldn’t preserve what she had built for the past years but if it wasn’t her then who would watch out for Kazutora? There was an obligation Kaksi felt to him, one that she felt like she could never get rid of but this was also what she wanted.

“I don’t think he would be happy in Tokyo,” she told her.

Senju rolled her eyes at her answer. Why was it that Kaksi always had to make her life revolve around him?

“Aren’t you happy in Tokyo?” she asked, voice louder as her irritation grew.

“I need a change of air.”

“Do you need a change of air or do you think Kazutora needs one?” Senju replied. “Because those are two very different things.”

“I think we do.”

Senju stayed quiet for a moment. She wondered if Kaksi could see that what she felt was beyond jealousy. If Kaksi didn’t want to stay by her side that was fine by her, as painful as it was but she wished her best friend would choose herself instead of someone else sometimes.

“You know, you can’t make decisions for others, Kaksi,” Senju reminded her. “You can only make decisions for yourself.”

Kaksi chuckled but it was irritation that she felt.

“This is not how I want things to end between us before I leave for Osaka,” Kaksi told her.

Then you could just stay, at least.

“I don’t think there is any other way for it to end,” Senju admitted, her blue eyes not hiding a sadness she had been containing for too long.

Kaksi fell silent, not sure about what she could say if this was really how they were meant to say goodbye to each other. Senju took a deep breath.

“I hope Kazutora and you enjoy Osaka,” she said with a genuine smile, contrasting with the disappointment and sadness she felt moments before.

But she meant those words. Maybe she was the one who didn’t get it, maybe this was what Kazutora desired and maybe this was something only Kaksi could offer and wanted to offer. There was nothing rational about feelings after all but even after experiencing all of those emotions, Senju couldn’t help thinking only a bit of madness could explain Kaksi’s behaviour sometimes.

If she did get it though. Then there was only one thing she needed Kaksi to remember even though she was choosing Kazutora right now and had planned to always do so.

“But if you don’t then come back to me in Tokyo.”

Kaksi’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of Senju’s smile. She couldn’t smile back but she nodded as she watched her walk away, in a direction she wouldn’t follow this time.

---

“You said you grew up in the city, right?” The girl situated beside Kumi asked, turning slightly in the booth of the bar. The man sitting directly across from her, who from the beginning of the gaokon had seemed to have set his sights on her, perked his ears up.

“I thought you were foreign!” he asked, and she flashed her most charming smile in response despite mild irritation, accepting a drink from her coworker as she spoke.

“Nope, I’ve been here since early childhood. Briefly moved just outside Kyoto in my teen years, but I guess technically Tokyo is my home,” she explained.

The young man before her nodded, leaning just close enough that she began to grow uncomfortable. She couldn’t tell if the man’s interest was related to an expectation that she’d put out more readily than the other women on this date, and just because of that, she was determined not to spend the night with him. Instead, she focused her attention on the girl behind her who was also desperately trying to avoid eye contact with another guy who had latched onto her.

This group blind date was a bust.

Kumi didn’t feel too bad about it, however. She would appreciate anything that allowed her not to think about work. An adolescent boy had come in earlier in the day with a stab wound, and despite the fact that this was not the first time she’d seen injured children or the sequela of gang violence, perhaps the fact that she was back in this city made it such that the event had unearthed some trauma. She found that her hands shook as she stabilized the teen and for a moment, she thought she had even seen a flash of Baji in that young boy and temporarily forgot how to breathe.

That couldn’t happen again.

She should be over it. She had to be.

“Would you like to meet again?” The man whose name she’d long since forgotten - Tadashi? Satoshi? - asked her at the close of the evening, when she’d made it sufficiently clear that she was just interested in going home.

She should have said no, but instead she politely exchanged phone numbers with him, fully intending to block him in three to five days.

But who knew when she’d be lonely again?

---

A week later, Kumi could get over the haunting visage of the young boy who looked everything and nothing like Baji, but she couldn’t get over the sudden talk of gang activity on the news she let play in the background while she reviewed medical publications.

A horrific truck accident, involving a young woman about her age, had taken the news by storm. Listening closer, she heard a name that sounded familiar but not recognizable.

Hinata Tachibana.

It felt like a name she should remember, but she figured they might have interacted before she had relocated for high school, and most of the things and people from before then were essentially blocked out of her memory.

But not the name Toman.

Kumi perked up, sipping onto her tea and folding her legs beneath her as she sat on the couch, finally setting her paper aside, now that the television had caught her interest. There were no real suspects, but the death was thought to be related to this group, as were a series of other random execution-like killings. Kumi took a look at the still image of the young woman’s face, eyes wide, noting that she definitely looked familiar to her, like she’d seen her at least once or twice a long time ago. She couldn’t imagine her having done anything wrong or any act that would anger someone enough to order her death.

Toman doesn’t kill. Toman doesn’t do real crime, she thought.

But times had changed, and maybe they did do real crime now. She wondered briefly if Mitsuya was still part of Toman. What had become of Mikey and Draken, and the rest?

Did Kaksi know what Toman had become over the years?

Kumi unconsciously reached for her phone beside her to call, then caught herself. She hesitated for a moment, letting the sudden wash of anxiety run through her, then shut off the television instead and returned to her reading.

Let sleeping dogs lie, she thought, and she spent the rest of her night, minding her own business, minding her future.

---

She wouldn’t have broken if not for her dream that night.

“Bambi, you don’t ever stop crying, do you?”

Kumi’s eyes jolted open at the sound of that voice, the mischievous laugh she remembered from her childhood, even if it was richer, an evolved version. It couldn’t be, could it?

But she was no longer in her room. Instead, she was somewhere warm and blindingly bright, where her eyes could barely adjust, and her body felt… lighter?

She rose to a sitting position, shielding her watering eyes from the light, only to be startled by a warm hand taking hers, interlacing their fingers.

“Kumi-chan, look.”

Her eyes opened again, and this time, rather than light unfocusing her, there was a man before her, with a face that was foreign yet oh-so-familiar, crouched down on one knee and still holding her hand gently.

Fangs grinned back at her, and she gasped.

“K-Kei..?”

Her voice came out no more than a squeak and suddenly in her heart she was fourteen again, and her lip started to quiver as she repeated his name again.

What did this mean? To be looking at him again, a him that was no longer dead just days before he turned fifteen, whose dark, wavy locks were even longer and whose face had aged just as much as hers, but with the same fox-like brown eyes that she’d fallen in love with a decade ago as part of a sharper angled, handsome face?

She repeated his name yet again, heart thumping and tears welling up in her eyes, and he cupped her face in her hands, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears.

He frowned.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he said, a pensive look on his face. He sighed, and Kumi felt his lips press onto her forehead. Warm, soft lips that felt every bit as real as she did, and it only made her hurt more.

She was hallucinating. All of this was impossible, whatever this was.

So why did it feel so real?

“I miss you so much,” she choked out.

A decade had passed, and here she was. Conjuring up an image of Baji as he could have been if he had lived, something that may not be real. She wasn’t even sure he’d look like this - might he have cut his hair, or gotten his teeth fixed? How did she know what his voice would settle to be like in adulthood, and if this soothing baritone in her ears was anything close? How did she know he would grow to this height he now stood at, towering over her once he’d pulled her to her feet and pressed her head against his chest? How did she know what his arms would feel like wrapped around her? Would she actually have felt this safe and warm?

Would he have still cared for her, had he lived?

“I miss you too.”

She sobbed harder.

“How can you miss me when you’re dead?”

He paused, and let a hand stroke through her hair.

“Pretend.”

Almost shocked, she pulled back and looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He smiled sadly at her and shrugged.

“Pretend I’m still here with you. I’ll stay with you till morning comes,” he promised. "I can promise you at least this much.”

There’s a point where it’s easier to live in the delusion, and it was at this point, where Baji leaned in to kiss her, then embrace her in a way they never could in life. They drank deeply of each other throughout the night, connecting with each other physically and emotionally, and the young woman hoped that the cursed morning would never come, where she’d have to give up on this dream or vision or delusion or whatever the fuck it was, and return to reality.

But alas the dead cannot commune with the living forever.

Kumi woke up in a cold bed where Baji was no longer inside her or beside her or with her, and there was nothing that remained but messy bed sheets, dampness between her legs and unrelenting, fresh pain in her heart.

She brought her knees to her chest, and felt new anguish for the first time in years. Birds chirped outside her window to welcome the dawn and light seeped through her window, and on this cool Saturday morning, she had regressed to the same child curled up in blankets, encountering heartbreak for the first time.

Why?

Why couldn’t she get past this?

Her father had said it first. It’s just a boy.

And here she was, a grown woman, who no longer could love, hanging on desperately to a ghost.

Kumi’s phone alarm went off suddenly - she’d forgotten to turn it off - and she reached for her phone, her whole body shaking like a leaf. She was pathetic, despite the fact that she so desperately wanted to be strong.

And thus, the moment she quieted the alarm, she dialed the only person who could understand the pain she felt. Even if it was selfish. Even if it had been a decade.

She didn’t expect her to pick up, but she did.

“Kumi?”

The familiar sound of Kaksi’s voice made her want to weep in a different way. Relief rushing over a wave.

She sucked air into her lungs and smiled, warm, thankful tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Kaksi, I missed you so much.”

[astrodrawsturtles]

Meet the Main Cast of TMNT: New World Mutants!

I received these very kind asks about my version of TMNT, and i’m finally getting around to answering them! @sirwolficus-art​ @dianounais​

So! Mutations and meetings first!

When Splinter met the boys, they were human kids living on the streets of NYC as a group, scavenging for food and making trouble. He had an instant soft spot for them but knew he couldn’t properly house them. Instead, he kept an sharp eye on them and bought them fresh food whenever he could.

One day, Splinter came across the boys in the middle of a street fight with a group of older kids. They weren’t faring particularly well, so Splinter stepped in and scared off the bullies, ushering them into a nearby pet shop to talk to them. While there, they took interest in the baby turtles and played with them for a while. Mikey explained to Splinter that they were fighting over food. Splinter offered to take them out for a proper meal when the chaos calmed down outside, something they happily took him up on.  

Unfortunately, on their way to a diner, they were approached by a threatening stranger carrying a couple canisters of glowing green chemical. They attacked, and though Splinter did his best to defend the boys (ultimately hurting the stranger enough to scare them off), at the last moment they managed to throw the ooze onto them. Boom, mutation!

Donatello!

Donatello is the eccentric of his brothers. He’s the embodiment of pure chaotic neutral and will blow up a Chili’s just to see what happens. (Think Rise Donnie without the ego) He’s an outspoken, highly opinionated drama queen, but has a quiet confidence about his actual intellect. More often he’ll show his family something he’s made with excitement rather than arrogance. His skills lie mainly in hacking, but he’s also a gifted engineer. He’s an absolute genius but a total dumb ass about everything else.

He LOVES science fiction and is 100% convinced aliens are real, and the thing that mutated them. None of his brothers belive him, but they tolerate his rambling conspiracy theories to various degrees.

Despite being the oldest of his brothers at 17, he is by far the least mature. He often focuses too much on his projects and doesn’t take anything else nearly as seriously. He swears like a sailor and the hardest for Splinter to get to train. He is a red eared slider.

Leonardo!

Like his father, Leonardo came up in a heavily traditional Japanese culture. He grew up learning ninjutsu from his birth parents (more on that in later posts ;)), and though he is now separated from them, he still values the culture. He takes his training very seriously, and though he can sometimes come off a stoic or emotionless, he is very much capable of being just as silly and fun loving as his brothers. He just has his own way of showing it. If you pay attention, he laughs the most at his brothers antics; it’s just quiet.

In fact, he is selectively mute thanks to his severe voice dysphoria. He is a trans boy and it’s the thing he struggles with the most; so he often just doesn’t speak. Instead, he signs to his family and used common mannerisms and gestures to communicate. He will only speak when he feels it totally necessary.

Despite being the youngest at 15, he’s always been the natural leader of his brothers; even before meeting splinter and becoming mutated. He just naturally falls into the role, and his brothers don’t object. He is a red eared slider.

Raphael!

Raph, along with Mikey (his bio twin) is 16. He loves to scrap and fight and be strong, and often underestimates his physical strength in training. But it’s never mal intended, he just shows affection with his actions rather than words and the language he speaks best is physical. He aims to be strong enough to give the BEST hugs.

He has his fair share of hissy fits, though, due to some unresolved sensitivity that can turn into anger if left unchecked. He doesn’t get angry often, but when he does he REALLY gets angry. Sometimes to the point of intentional malicious harm towards his brothers until he’s able to calm down. His biggest fear is seriously or permanently hurting his family, so he does his best to quell his anger.

He loves to cook, especially pizza (he takes a lot of pride in his homemade pizza dough, something he’s perfected for many years) and his favorite thing is to make food for his family. He is a box turtle.

Michelangelo!

Mikey is also 16, but despite his young age he is the most emotionally mature of his brothers. He’s very chill, down for whatever. He’s great at reading others and will find a way to make friends with anyone. He jokes around a lot, but he know the exact way to listen to, console and then cheer up every member of his family.

He’s highly sociable and loves to go out in the daylight and explore NYC whenever he can. He’ll often drag one or all of his bros with him. He is a literal ray of sunshine, and is immediately friends with everyone he meets. Unless he gets Bad Vibes™ from someone. If Mikey doesn’t like someone, it’s a definite sign they’re bad news bears.

He loves to yoyo, and spends almost as much time on the hobby as he does on his art. He is a box turtle.

Master Splinter!

Splinter is a patient, soft and caring father. He loves his sons to the ends of the earth and would do anything to protect them. Perhaps a tad over protective at times, but a loving father above all else. That is, except for in the dojo. He takes his teaching very seriously, and while he is still patient with the boys, he is very tough love when it comes to ninjutsu. He places a very high value on the culture he came from and expects his sons to honor it to the same level.

He is a very young father, currently only 36 and 28 when he was mutated (along with his sons). He’d always intended on adopting a kid or two when he was old enough to support them, but was very much thrown into fatherhood when they were all mutated. His Dad Instincts™ kicked into high gear, and there was no question in his mind that these were his kids now. He sometimes struggles with being a young father to four teens, but he wouldn’t trade his life now for anything.

Due to his rat mutation, he is severally color blind and now considered legally blind. His vision only got increasingly worse over the years, so he can no longer see what Leo is signing. Instead, one of the other turtles will speak for him or Leo will tap morose code to him if he wants to communicate. It’s tough, but they do their best.