#its not yokai au but its also not Not yokai au

[150en]

Wires crossed.

"Wreckcore" x "redstone is sorcery" concept. Robots, androids, machines, and cyber things, but also mythical magical business all in one. Urban cyber fantasy?

Scrap metal, exposed wires, safety goggles, and old machine parts, held together by vague understanding of power from another realm. Oh and there's supernatural creatures too. That kind of vibe. A big mess. An excuse to draw everything I like.

[silverorchideon]

I made a Magic Mountain Yokai AU. Have a little doodle of Grian, Gem, and Joel.

Gem's a Jorogumo, Grian's a Ningyo, and Joel's a Tanuki.

[totmatsu]

chinamatsu old image dump (If the style changes drastically within these, its because theyre from a long span of time)

^Not the finished version of this comic. I lost the finished version. Which seems to have happened more often than not with comics specifically.

Also, I often used their Chinese names, but I guess for this comic I had decided not to...?

[aroace-polyshow]

... so does rui become a ghost later too or does he eventually die and they get separate— *gets shot and dragged away from ur askbox*

KERI.

[bambiraptorx]

Currently debating the pros and cons of having Draxum teach at the turtles' school in MCMT

Pros:

It would be really funny

[frogonamelon]

Practically All of the Non Hamato and Non Villian characters

(also known as I have brainrot about my turtles’ world and wanted to share the human (or ‘human’) squad with you!)

The closest manhole to the turtles’ lair is in the center of the courtyard of Arcadia Apartments, a small 2 story building with three apartments on each story, the owner’s apartment (although it's functionally abandoned), and a communal laundry/ other uses space. The residents of these apartments are the characters I want to share with you today!

April [Top Left]: A human woman in her early 20s just getting on her feet  while going for her degree in Anthropology at the local community college. She is an amateur journalist who runs a blog about local cryptids and legends that people think are fun but no one really believes. April finds out the truth about these cryptids on one fateful rainy night on her way home from a late night class.

Casey [Bottom Left]: A 20 something year old mechanic by day and vigilante by night under the name The Penalizer. Due to issues with his mom and his dad out of the picture, he lives with and has not so legally recognized custody of his younger sister (although he has a hard time being there for her with everything going on.) He has played every sport known to man but his true love is ice hockey. Despite all logic, he is a morning person. 

Angel [Not Depicted]: Casey’s 15 year old sister who has been mixed up with the Purple Dragons for some time. Due to Casey not being around to check her, she is able to go out with them without intervention.

Frankie and Sydney [Top Right]: A couple in their early 30s who live in the human world with their two young children: Sunita (age 5) and Timothy (age 2) [Not Depicted]. Frankie is an entertainer for rent at various establishments and events while Sydney works as a bartender at Run of the Mill. Sydney is a cool mom type with Frankie being a goofy doting husband. That one couple who give really good advice and are destined to be a cute old couple one day. 

Irma [Middle Left]: A type A very structured and successful hardass (affectionate) woman in her late 20s maybe early 30s. Irma works at Stockman Enterprises in one of their engineering labs. At least… as a cover. She is a robotic human suit being piloted by a smaller yokai being that resembles a gray alien.

Keno [Small in the Center]: A mid to late 20s man who's just living life and working as a delivery man. He games in his free time and is honestly living the most chill life of all of them. Can and absolutely will cook for everyone, as long as they pitch in financially of course. Is the first and only person April told about the turtles after that fateful night. When he inevitably joins forces with the turtles, he is backup tech support, hacking, manning drones, machines, and cameras from their lair (or his own apartment setup) whenever Donnie’s unable to in the field. 

Mei [Center Leftish]: I’m going to keep this brief as I’ve explained her backstory and role here. This is her in her younger days, back when she was more aggressive and inexperienced in the ways of the world outside the arena but after her defeat at the hands of Splinter/ Shen. Despite being a source of wisdom for her neighbors, I could see her becoming an antagonist with the right motivation.

This character doesn’t live with the others but I drew him here:

Yukichi [Bottom Right]: The cousin and mentee of Miyamoto Usagi. After an event in his past, he was shot through the multiverse, unable to find his way back. He travels around the multiverse as a ronin helping/ protecting people and exploring the various universes. He has a sword with the mystic power to control the wind (a la the mythology around Grasscutter and Yuichi having a mystic weapon). 

It's likely I’ll do a separate post about him someday and why I made this decision in depth, but it felt too strange to change Miyamoto this much, but this version of Leo doesn’t match Yuichi’s personality. I thought the premise of taking a naiver and more optimistic character and having him become more like his mentor through experience would be interesting.

[sourliartdump]

figuring out how to draw my guy again!!! EXPLODES 💥💥💥 scale and horn stylization so fun but also so painful!!! HOW DO I DETAIL GRRRRRR ARGARHARGGAHGARGARARGHARGH teehee!

[polarspaz]

Here we go with AlienMomo AU!

It's been a few months since their lives have changed for Momo and Okarun, especially for Okarun, who had been cursed by a Yokai and could now transform into a long limed ghoul.

Momo on the other hand had awoken her physic powers and after many adventures was still 100% human...at least she though she was..

Suddenly she starts getting really bad headaches, ones that make her powers go haywire, levitating objects around her without her control. She even starts to feel the emotions and thoughts from the people around her, sometimes to the point its overwhelming.

Even worse, is that she starts seeing tall grey men watching her in the distance, seemingly appearing and disappearing without a sound or trace after she turns around. She doesn't know who they are, or what they are, but every time she sees them, she is filled with pure terror.

Then one day during a nasty fight with an evil Yokai, she transforms. Her body morphing into an Alien as her powers lash out, sending the monster attacking Okarun into orbit.

-They don't know it yet, but Momo is actually half alien. Her mother went on at trip to America, where she was abducted by grey aliens. Her mother fell in lover with a grey alien and they had a baby, but the two disappeared, leaving behind Momo.

-Momo, as a baby, was then brought back to her grandmother in Japan by a man dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. He told Seiko that this girl was her grandaughter Momo, and that no matter what, she must be protected at all costs.

-As soon as Seiko turned away from the man with Momo bundled in her arms, he was gone.

-With her Alien DNA awakened, Momo experiences a scary side effect if she uses her powers too much, or of she gets overwhelmed by her empathic powers; she will simply stop feeling.

She will become emotionless and her attacks are more ruthless and deadly. Her skin will also turn grey and her eyes will become pitch black as her radiant soul becomes a void.

-She will regain her emotions later the next day, but more often than not, it's Okarun who manages to snap her out of this state, either though soft touches or kind words.

-Momo is always scared after these episodes, worried that one day, she won't snap out of it.

[goodlucktai]

hold the world to its best (1/?)

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: raph & OC, raph & leo title borrowed from light by sleeping at last part of the archer au

for @soldrawss who wanted the deaged gio arc we've discussed to death in the group chat to finally become canon in some way shape or form 🩶

(next)

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It takes all of six minutes for a family outing to the Hidden City to go completely off the rails. Raph would be mortified, except that’s not even breaking their record.

He has no idea how Gio got there as quickly as he did. One minute he’s sandwiched between Mikey and April at a stall selling little whimsical glass figurines that moved and changed color, fully prepared to fork over an absurd amount of money for the sizeable stack of them they had picked out so far, and the next he was on the other side of the market, shoving his way between Donnie and the witch that had snuck up behind him.

Raph was already in damage control mode, but now it swiftly shifts gears from the more harmless ‘convince Gio not to spend a cool two hundred dollars at the drop of a hat just because Mikey and April got suckered by some kitschy souvenirs’ and moves into the more immediately imperative ‘stop Gio from breaking someone’s arm for the crime of approaching Donnie with a look on their face that Gio didn’t like.’ 

It’s a task in and of itself to carve through the crowd without bulldozing over the yokai just trying to do their evening shopping. Raph tries to be mindful of his size on a good day, but he has a bad feeling. It doesn’t take much for anxiety to stir in the back of his mind. Every foot between himself and his brothers feels like a mile. 

Whatever happened in Witch Town three years ago, Raph is beginning to think April and Donnie only gave the rest of them the spark notes version, or else why would the witches still be nursing a grudge?

“Hey,” Leo’s voice pipes up at his elbow. Raph looks down into a smiling striped face as Leo hefts the bags of food he’d collected from Hueso’s victoriously. “Got dinner. Where’s the fire?”

“Twelve o’clock,” Raph replies, and decides he’s had enough mincing around. “Hitch a ride, kid.”

Leo whistles low, clearly impressed by the amount of trouble their siblings must have caused to warrant the urgency, but doesn’t hesitate to hop up on Raph’s shell, maneuvering around the spikes with the ease of a lifetime of practice. His leg has healed to the point that he no longer carries the foldable neon blue crutch on outings, but Raph gives him an extra breath to settle anyway. Then he straightens his shoulders and stands up tall and the crowd parts for him like water around a stone. 

The witch is hissing between her teeth, the mane of fur framing her face bristling with resentment, needle-point fangs poking out from beneath her top lip. Gio is meeting her glare with one of his own, the soft expression he’d been wearing not even a full minute ago, watching April ooh and ahh over a tiny crystal shark swimming in midair, a thing of the past. Donnie looks offended and he’s already running his mouth over Gio’s shoulder, because he’s never met a fire he wouldn’t throw gasoline on. 

The next few seconds seem to stretch into hours and also shrink into an instant. The witch lifts her hand and blows something out of her open palm that glitters in the lantern light like broken glass. It hits Gio’s face with the force of a slap and Donnie’s startled yelp is audible to Raph’s ears over every other sound on the street and a thick plume of smoke obscures all three of them. 

Leo’s weight disappears from Raph’s back. When the smoke has cleared and Raph has shoved himself the rest of the way there, Leo has the witch pinned against a storefront wall with his sword to her throat. She is very carefully not moving an inch. Donnie is digging frantically through a pile of loose clothes on the ground. Gio is nowhere to be seen at a glance. 

Raph’s immediate thought is one he’s not proud of later, but in the moment he thinks if Gio’s gone I’ll let Leo kill her. 

“What did you do to my brother?” Leo says with a smile that cuts as easily as any one of his blades ever did. “In ten words or less. Don’t waste my time.” When she only stares at him, quivering like a mouse under the cold, calculative eyes of a bird, he adds pointedly, “My arm’s getting tired.”

“Okay!” she blurts. With a pang, Raph realizes she can’t be that much older than Mikey. “Okay okay! It’s not permanent, it doesn’t even hurt, I’m not allowed to use spells that harm until I pass my A-Levels! I just wanted to ruin his day!”

“What’s going on?” Mikey says, brow furrowed as he and April join them. “Is that Georgie’s scarf?” 

“OKAY NOBODY PANIC,” Donnie interjects in a significantly panicked tone of voice, the scarf in question clutched in his hands. “We’ve found ourselves in a situation that I am very much not equipped to handle, so I am tapping out and tagging Raphael in. That’s your cue, brother dearest.” 

What Donnie could possibly be under-qualified for that Raph isn’t, he has no idea. And he has no idea what he’s going to see when he steps over to Donnie and looks down at what Donnie is hovering uncertainly in front of, what his bulky battle shell has blocked from their siblings’ collective view. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Raph says without thinking. 

“Raphael!” Donnie hisses. “I’m implementing a swear jar and you’ll be receiving my Venmo request imminently.” 

“How the turntables,” Mikey mumbles behind them, kept from crowding close to look by April’s arm thrown out in front of him. Just in case it’s something bad. Something he can’t unsee. 

“Is he okay?” Leo calls over. There’s a thread of tension in his voice that only the people who love him would be able to hear. “Someone tell me if I need to add to my Hidden City arrest record.” 

The witch’s eyes widen, and she looks like she’s about to risk wriggling her way to freedom, sharp sword against her neck be damned. 

“He’s okaaaay,” Donnie says in a not-reassuring way, tone lilting uncertainly at the end. Leo’s body language rockets past worried and straight into alarmed. 

“Stop,” Raph says, putting firmness in his voice but not raising it, hyper-aware of Gio’s eyes tracking his every move. “He’s fine, Leo. We’ll call Barry and get him sorted out. But I think it would make you feel better to come see for yourself, so get your new friend’s contact info and cut her loose.”

Leo scoffs, but sheaths his sword over his shoulder. “Gimme that,” he says without an ounce of charm, pointing at one of the bangles on the witch’s wrist. 

Her yellow fur is sticking straight out at this point, but she works the bangle off and all but shoves it at Leo without a word. Leo doesn’t bother explaining why he wants it, what purpose it will serve. Raph knows that Mikey, an earnest student of mystic arts ever since his arms healed from the invasion, would be able to track the owner of a personal item through hell itself and out the other side. 

The witch doesn’t know that, and doesn’t ask questions. She lingers one second, then two—then, when it’s clear Leo isn’t playing a trick on her, takes off at a dead sprint and disappears into the marketplace crowd. A few yokai have lingered to watch the show, but for the most part business has carried on as usual. Raph loves and hates the Hidden City in equal measure for its quasi-lawlessness and customary chaos. 

Mikey is all but climbing over April at this point, and she has both her arms looped around his middle to bodily haul him back, since no one’s given her the clear to let him go yet. Leo joins the cluster of his big brothers and, to his eternal credit, the state of their eldest sibling only stuns him into stillness for a moment.

Then he smiles the way he’s only ever smiled at Michelangelo and folds his legs underneath himself and says, in a voice so unlike the one he spoke to the witch with that he might as well be a different person, “Hey, you. Do you know who I am?”

A tiny spotted turtle with Hamato Yoshi’s brown eyes looks up at them, absolutely swimming in Giorgio’s dark clothes and gear, the compound crossbow on the ground beside him laughably big in comparison. The bead art ladybug keychain clipped to the bow stock is the only thing that makes sense for this tiny baby to have near his person. He can’t be older than four.

The baby turtle looks surprised that Leo is talking to him. He scoots his arms and legs a little closer to himself, hands curled into fists that he hides in the folds of the coat Gio had let Splinter tuck him into two hours ago. 

Eventually, very carefully, he shakes his head. It must come as a blow. Gio spoils all of his siblings recklessly but he dotes on Leo most of all. 

“Aw, that’s okay,” Raph interjects, talking to them both but looking at Gio. He’s keenly aware of how much bigger he is than this pint-sized version of his only older brother, practically towering over him, and he’s quick to crouch next to the twins. He’s still in damage control mode, even if now it’s taking a tone that reminds him vividly of his childhood of being the de facto babysitter and the one responsible for breaking up screeching fights over the Wii remote and soothing hurt feelings. “Do you see how we’re all turtles like you?” he asks. 

Gio’s nod comes slightly quicker this time. He doesn’t uncoil from his tight little ball, but he doesn’t seem overly fearful. He just watches them with huge dark eyes, absorbing everything. 

“Well, his job is to make sure little turtles aren’t hurt after big falls,” Raph says, patting Leo’s carapace. “Does anything hurt anywhere? Do you feel an ouch?” 

Gio’s face is round and soft and young, with spots he hasn’t grown into yet that crowd for space on his cheeks and forehead—so to see him wearing that serious expression they’re all so familiar with at this young age will be both funny and cute just as soon as Raph is capable of finding anything funny or cute about the situation. 

Mikey, who finally breaches containment and lifts himself over Donnie’s shoulders to see, has no such compunctions and coos audibly. 

“He’s so precious!” 

“Michael,” Donnie says at length. 

“What, are you going to tell me he’s not?”

“Of course not. I’m a man of science, and it’s an indisputable scientific fact that baby turtles are adorable. But it’s not the time or place for selfies so put your phone away.”

Mikey scoffs, but slides his phone back into his pocket. Raph is about to lose what little is left of his cool. While the peanut gallery is sniping back and forth, Leo has inched closer, and Gio is agreeably allowing him to check him over. Aside from a tender spot on his knee that will bruise tomorrow, presumably from his rough landing, he’s perfectly fine. 

Leo still puts an unnecessary Barbie bandaid on the sore knee with a silly amount of fanfare, and then pokes Gio on his spotted cheek playfully, and earns himself a tentative, inching smile. 

They’re holding up traffic, but Donnie and Mikey turned and stared down the one person who dared clear their throat at the inconvenient turtle roadblock until that person got uncomfortable and silently walked around them, and no one else bothered them after that. But Raph still wants to get home sooner rather than later. He feels vulnerable, like his heart or a lung is on display out in the open, where anyone with cruel intentions might step on it or steal it away. 

So he mentions dinner, as if he’s thinking out loud. Leo looks guiltily over his shoulder at where the Run of the Mill takeout is probably laying in a heap on the street, but Mikey is quick to jump in.

“Oh, Georgie, let me make your favorite! Whatever you like to eat! And you can help me cook, how ‘bout that? I bet you’re a good helper!”

“That does sound fun,” Raph says. “What do you say, buddy? Does that sound good?”

Gio nods, the fastest response they’ve gotten yet. Then he surprises the hell out of Raph by lifting his arms, the universal sign of a child that wants to be picked up. It’s not a big, enthusiastic want, it’s more hopeful than anything—two little hands that still know how to reach out, that haven’t been taught otherwise yet. 

It bothers Raph that Gio is so comfortable with strangers. That he hasn’t cried or fussed even though he clearly doesn’t know where he is or what he’s doing here. That he tucks himself into a quiet little ball and just lets things happen, like that’s what he’s used to doing, and there’s no point trying to raise his voice to be heard. 

But Raph had a seventeen year streak of being the oldest brother, and he’ll always be the biggest, so it’s muscle memory to scoop the baby turtle into his arms. The tiny curve of Gio’s black, white-spotted shell is a perfect fit in the crook of his arm. 

The faded friendship bracelet that Raph has never once seen Gio without is comically big on his thin wrist and in danger of falling off at any second. Raph carefully removes the bracelet and pockets it for safekeeping, and Mikey passes over the prized ladybug keychain for Gio to hang onto instead. Donnie and April have Gio’s clothes and gear and bow bundled haphazardly in their arms. Leo is holding a sword down by his side, standing close enough to Raph that Gio probably can’t even see it.

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Leo asks Gio in a sneaky tone that has, historically, always rallied other turtles into running headlong into mischief and trouble with him. 

Sure enough, Gio nods again, maybe even eagerly this time. 

“Close your eyes,” Leo says. 

Gio obeys, even pressing his little hands over them, ladybug and all. The ground at Raph’s feet glows blue, a disk that spreads wide enough to encompass all six of them. When Gio opens his eyes again, they’ll be home. 

[quarterlifekitty]

Another installation of the MonsterHunter!AU

Context: a baku is a demon/yokai that eats bad dreams. It has a lot of depictions, often in modern times its design is loosely based on the Malayan tapir. So I picture reader as being a tapir girl, with the cute ears, and some teeny tusks. And that really cute mottling that baby tapirs have bc it’s my post and I do what I want. But she can look however you like, really.

While Price often takes killing bounties, Ghost is a bit less picky. He doesn’t mind capturing monsters alive and delivering them to the highest bidder.

Lately, there’s been a trend amount the local nobles. Get a baku, and it will eat your child’s bad dreams, they say. So demand is high. These people don’t know that a baku can also eat your hopes and ambitions if it isn’t well fed on nightmares, but Ghost doesn’t really care to inform them.

It was supposed to be a quick and easy job— be back before dinner. But things often don’t go to plan in this line of work. If you can manage to find a baku, capture is easy. They don’t have a means of really defending themselves, and they’re docile by nature. Ghost doesn’t realize how attractive such a thing is to other bounty hunters.

He doesn’t even tie your hands when he finds you. Baku are not stupid. You know he’s faster and stronger than you are. The rival bounty hunters throwing a weighted net over you don’t realize this.

He spends half the day taking them down one by one as you’re dragged behind them in the forest. Not enough time to travel back to the guild, he has to camp out. Ghost uses his knife to cut you loose. Out of precaution, he draws his symbol on your back with a prick of his blood so you’ll be bound to his vicinity. But he doesn’t see the sense in keeping you cramped in the net.

He manages to forget what you are when he gets to sleep. You amble to his side when he starts to thrash with the visions of dead heaped up across the landscape. You sigh, gently planting a hand on his chest and coaxing the vapor of his dreams from him.

It’s the best you’ve had. So addicting you follow the plume straight to his mouth, kissing him through the cloth of his mask. It tastes of glistening red, of a brittle splintering husk, like ichor pouring from the wound of a god.

Simon startles when he awakes and sees the position of the sun in the sky. Much later than he’s risen in years. And he slept through the night, entirely uninterrupted, which is completely unheard of.

And he feels like a fucking new man. The light of the sun doesn’t feel like punishment against his skin, piercing beneath the thin membrane of his eyelids. He feels light. Packs up camp, nearly overflowing with energy,

You smile at him, flicking your little tapir ears. You look good, too. Healthy, shining hair and bright eyes. Strangely pretty, for a dream demon. You follow him closely without much provocation when he decides it’s time to get going.

He thinks about forgoing the bounty. His sigil fades from your back, falling in rusted flakes from the large white patch of your two-toned fur. He’ll get something more permanent for you when you’re back at the guild. He’s certain he has enough nightmares to keep you fed for the rest of his life.

[bowandbrush]

A sketch of the blue trio!!

An animatic idea I have for the maskface AU (that I have no time to actually start on 😭)

cowboy episode! Leo gets to hang out with some non-brother pals, and boy is it chaotic. (I’m gonna rant the general story below)

Mystic energy throughout the US is fluctuating and causing mini-earthquakes and vibrations that not only start momentarily irritating dogs/animals, but disrupt cloaking brooches and other mystic areas like nether realms, force fields, and invisibility cloaks. hueso’s hidden restaurant and passages to the hidden city are slowly being revealed, which is a huge problem.

The secondary story is with Frida, actually. being Big Mama’s daughter, she has since abandoned her high position in the Battle Nexus and as mama’s number two to be with her blood family.

In the first couple weeks of Venus temporarily living with the hamatos as a spy for Mama, Frida watches through a mystic orb longingly, observing the cold assistant Venus soften and learn what friendship, love and family is about. She grows to love the Mad Dogs with each day, and decides to flee from her life with Big Mama.

Unlike Venus (who’s still undercover, but losing her will to fulfill her mission and return to B.M.) she hated the spider for years behind a facade. Despite acting the most like Mama out of anyone, She was given enough freedom in her teen years to discover Big Mama didn’t mean anything she said.

now she’s showing her brothers and human sister on how to have a proper spa day. Raph is loving the his retirement from leadership.

Leo, Venus and Usagi portal just in time to where the source of the problem seems to be, Texas. With Donnie communicating through Leo’s wrist comm to help him navigate and uncover the issue. Leo’s portals now being nearly useless with the mystic quakes, this gives the trio the prefect excuse to dress like cowboys and wrangle some horses.

Leo is very sure of himself. He helped hueso charm a bird before, right? Wrong. The horse drags him about with the rope Leo tried throwing over its head. Much to his dismay. He loves ponies.

Venus approaches a different horse. She has this in the bag. Unlike Leo, who is a self-assured idiot. With a straight face, she’s got this handled. Also Wrong! Now there are two turtles being thrown around.

Usagi tries befriending a horse by sharing a love for carrots. Sure enough, they all love him. He’s just a natural animal charmer.

this whole adventure is really distracting Venus from her real mission established about 2 months ago. She doesn’t even want to go back to wearing 10 pounds of armor, being forced into things she doesn’t want to do or wear, and guarding empty hallways for days at a time.

And she forgot how much she hated Leo when she first knew him. Some arrogant, annoying reflection of what draxum really wanted in a super soldier that she couldn’t give to him as a yokai child. But now she couldn’t love Leo any more. It was making her sick.

later on, they discover an illegal oil rig operation going down, drilling into a mystic hotspot that is causing the whole ruckus. They use the power of friendship and stupidity to stop the bad guys and fix the mystic conundrum.

That’s basically the episode.

[ozzgin]

Hello.

Do you think I can request headcanons for Nakamaro ?

Like in an alternate route, reader and him (he's in his twenties because... magic ?) are married and reader is pregnant.

But the funny thing is, Nakamaro can't bully the yokais because reader will exorcise him each time he tries.

Aaaaah I finished writing and only afterwards it occurred to me you might've wanted a modern day reader for this. 😭 I imagined the events in his own timeline. Oh well. I think it can work both ways. Just replace the ancient pouch with, I don't know, a visa card that he throws at your parents for wife payment.

Yandere! Onmyōji x Reader

Yokai Harem AU as the wife of Abe no Nakamaro, a legendary sorcerer and collector of yokai. Although you're not quite as powerless as to not keep his cruelty under control.

Content: female reader, arranged marriage, mentions of pregnancy

[Main Story] [Character Guide]

Your family had vehemently opposed the marriage. To think their one and only daughter would fall into the hands of such a cruel man. The famous Abe no Nakamaro, descendant of Abe no Seimei himself, has quite a contradicting reputation. He has saved many lives, cured countless illnesses, protected villages from monsters and brought peace to the land. Yet many have also witnessed his ruthless nature: the arrogance he has towards humans, the disdain and utter disgust he harbors towards demons. He is quick to punish, rarely forgives, and never forgets. The yokai he’s captured under a binding contract are kept on a leash, like cattle before slaughter.

It is this man who approached your parents one day, when you were still young, demanding your hand. He claimed you had special powers and a lot of potential under the right guidance. Such spiritual prowess would waste away in a family of plebeians. You don’t remember much of the discussion, only the expressions: the man’s mocking grin as he threw a pouch fattened with coins, the frown of your parents who wanted to refuse, the uneasy, grim eyes of the horned demons brought to intimidate. It was clear they were there against their will. One will find just how difficult it is to go against the wishes of the onmyōji, and you happened to be his most ardent desire. Thus, with a heavy heart, you’d been sent away with the stranger who promised you were to live a life of luxury. One your parents could never afford.

True to his word, you have not struggled since. In Akutagawa’s short masterpiece, Hell Screen, artist Yoshihide is wicked and vicious towards everything and everyone except his beloved daughter. Similarly, the sorcerer seems to have a soft spot for you in particular. He often praises your talent, and patiently caters to your whims without complaint. You once inquired about it yourself, as the idea weighed heavily on your mind: why is it that he does not show the same hostility towards you? He stared at you as if you just grew two more heads. "You're my wife. What else is there to question?"

This favoritism, however, is to the benefit of everyone. Especially to the yokai under his command. You've grown rather fond of the demons in your years spent alongside them, and they've quickly learned that your presence means safety from any punishment. Some need reassurance more than others. To these you've even begun to feel like a motherly figure, shielding them from the wrath of an unforgiving master. At last, an authority even Abe no Nakamaro himself can't disobey: the word of his wife.

And soon enough, as if your marriage wasn't already the ultimate argument, you welcome the return of your husband with the news he's always longed for: you are the soon-to-be mother of his child. His name has just been guaranteed to continue its course through time. To say he is elated is an understatement. You've only seen him smile so genuinely once before in your life, on your wedding day.

"Can you imagine the powers this child will command?" He muses, referring most likely to the fact you've both been blessed with an innate, unmatched talent in onmyōdō. You finish rolling the parchment paper and gently tap his head with the scroll in a scolding manner. "You better not burden the kid with your bizarre expectations!" The same man feared throughout the country is chuckling apologetically at your gesture. "As the Mother says."

[eggsandramem]

its been a while so hello chat, i am once again posting a bunch of isat related doodles (mostly au related) <3

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Rain World AU

aka i give siffrin the Saint role,,,, nicknamed Savior!

featuring @giftplane's oc Gotchi in two of em!!

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Vamp Sif AU

in order -> Vampsif (nicknamed Château)'s current siplified reference!, a doodle with Château in his bat form and @rose-petal123's cyberpunk AU sif, and Châteaus og design! which was... literally just normal siffrin with long hair, fangs, and claws,,,, oopsie

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Yokai AU

Kitsune sif au GO

fella........

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additionally, a 3rd Life AU, and an Outlaw AU

putting them together since they dont, as of current, have additional art

combined autism for the 3rd Life one,,,, grian looping through 3rd life moment which hashtag

and then. gestures. outlaw cowboy sparkle emoji but also wetshrug (HE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIGN OC WITH HOW HIS BUILD IS IM CRYING?????????

[dreamweave01]

Another question about Raph! Since Kraang blood is empyrean, is it mixed in with Raph's blood or is it still normal?

Okay, I've actually done quite a bit of research on empyrean since I found out about it.

I thought it was Kraang blood or something at first too, but I'm actually starting to think that it's a little more complex than that.

Cuz I mean this guy looks like he's been long dead for decades, possibly even centuries. Skin taut and mummified-looking almost, old bones all but exposed, he's down for the count.

I've done some research on how human blood works as a comparison. Without a beating heart to keep blood flow up and running, the blood inside of a human body will start to clot and pool.

In your average person, it takes anywhere between several hours to days for blood to completely clot and become solid, starting with capillaries and progressing to larger vessels. This doesn't happen all at once, but still.

Now obviously, the Kraang species is very alien to us. Who's to say that their blood works completely different than ours?

However, every other living organism we've ever come across shares many incredible similarities to human kind, and I'm betting the same thing would apply to the Kraang.

And if my guess is correct, that would mean that this corpse we get a sneak peak of in the series couldn't be the source of Empyrean after all, (which only starts up a whole new tangent of mine concerning Kraang biology) Since its blood probably wouldn't be a liquid anymore at this point.

We know that Empyrean was what first mutated the Yokai thousands of years ago (I assume at the time of the original Kraang invasion.)

We also know that in past iterations of TMNT, the Kraang have had this icky substance with mutation abilities that they've brought from their home, good old Dimension X; though Empyrean went by other names like Ooze or Mutagen.

My leading theory is that Empyrean is a power source of some kind, the thing that runs all of their tech and machinery, similar in use to a battery or gasoline. To foreign organisms like those found on Earth, under the right conditions, Empyrean leads to a drastic rearranging of DNA; for Kraang, it's completely fine.

So if Empyrean originates from the Crying Titan, and if Empyrean is a fuel, that has to mean that Kraang technology is still on Earth.

Assuming the original invasion was anything like it was in the movie, lingering, ancient remnants of the Kraang would make a lot of sense, at least in my mind.

Which gives me a lot of ideas to put into my au :]

Now, concerning your question: Empyrean is still persistent in Raph's blood and DNA, thanks to Baron Draxum's mutation experiments. It would be persistent in all the turtles (as well as Splinter, technically.)

You could probably even find it in Yokai blood and DNA, though I would think it would be muted after so many years of their species changing and adapting over time.

And with the nature of. . . everything Kraang related really, Raph's had a lot of changes physically, including on a molecular level.

His blood? DNA? It's definitely had some modifications with how long he's been Kraangified.

If treated quickly enough, a Kraangified person can expel the Kraangy bits from their body and be just fine.

But Raphael's been with the Kraang roughly 4 years. Chances are, those parts of him are there to stay for good.

[bambiraptorx]

#honestly hanging out with the professor would be good for him probably #maybe he’d chill tf out a bit faster #but also man. if we were to parallel 03 then like. #it would logically follow that the homeless population to some degree coexists with yokai/mutants #exchanging blankets and food and random finds in the garbage and info about safe hideaways #do you think there’s yokai out there using their powers to create little safe places for people who have nowhere to go #perfect place for draxum to still learn his lessons probably

actually this reminds me of one of my headcanons that's based on a couple things:

a) the oozequitoes are almost always shown outside in some form, meaning that, unless a specific building gets infested, people who are outside more are more likely to be mutated.

b) we know from at least two characters in canon (Warren Stone and Bullhop) that people are likely to lose their job after being mutated. Those characters are also both shown to become homeless after their mutations, although its definitely more of a quick punchline in Warren's case.

conclusion: the homeless population has a much, much higher percentage of mutants. which means that for better or for worse, Draxum is now frequently interacting with people whose lives have been permanently altered because of him. there's also an aspect of his redemption arc in this au happening in the context of humans/former humans (and no shade to canon, but we tend to see more of him interacting with mutants who don't remember being anything else than the people he actively was against).

[I.D. Three panel comic using TMNT characters done in shades of soft blues. Panel 1: wide shot of Draxum wrapped in a blanket sitting outside a store. He has a sign and coffee cup next to him, and is drawn without facial features. Panel 2: Closer shot of Draxum as his eyes move to the side, while someone off screen says "Excuse me, sir." Panel 3: Shot of TMNT 2003's character the Professor, a homeless man in winter clothes. He stands a few feet away from Draxum and asks "Are you in need of assistance?" Draxum turns away and grumpily responds "No. Go away." End I.D.]

comic i am simply never going to actually finish at this point so i am throwing it to the winds lol. anyway i think it would be neat if draxum met the rise version of the Professor and had a homelessness arc

[djpachipikachu]

idk what those yokai beauty standards are bc graves!Yuichi looks cool asf, idk what else to tell you💀

just wanted to get that off my chest bc discovering ur au rlly gave me smth to look forward to in this medieval torture we call life, and for that i say thank you😞

STAWP UR SO SWEET this made my day sm EHEHEH giggling to myself thank u sm im so honored that graves is smth for u to look forward to

segue ! there is a reason behind yokai seeing him as unattractive teehee

L: “right? he doesn’t look bad at all! he’s fuzzy and has a sword, like, what else do you need?”

L: “and he’s, like, pretty as fuck, and sweet, i’d die for him, his fur is really soft and he’s a samurai, like, that’s cool—“

L: “HEY—“

Y: “okay, don’t—just ignore him, the reason they don’t like me is because of history”

Y: “miyamoto usagi is infamous for being Japan’s greatest traitor and war criminal, since he assassinated the shogun. the…eto, mortal? mortal yokai…part of Japan are very nationalistic. so the assassination and his other actions made rabbit yokai look…bad. violent and untrustworthy.”

Y: “the hidden city of new york is very popular to immigrate to, so there are many cultures—but japanese culture is the dominating one, so rabbit reputation here is still ugly.”

L: “AKA, it’s bc of RACISM”

and the reason the yokai slayer is more popular is bc being a bit of celebrity in the nexus definitely changes how he’s seen, despite fulfilling all the stereotypes of rabbits being “violent” !

its a violence that is contained and made for public entertainment, being in the nexus makes the yokai slayer a hypocritical exception the stereotype, smth smth about the furthering of harmful stereotypes being a twisted way to validate the public’s ego (confirming their bias of rabbits being violent while also supporting this violence from a safe distance away)

also bc most of his diehard fans are from a younger generation they’re more open-minded

however yuichi in his regular life doesnt have that cushion of being liked so yokai tend to think hes ugly lmao