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[elenmeadows]

Рaзвлeчeнue выxoдныx днeй

[el-pada]

welcome to the nexus au

yup! its an actual thing now, i finally ironed out the story beats so this is a proper au/rewrite of the aftermath of season 2, im looking foward to posting more art and comics abt it, but please dont expect a full comic or fic

however asks are more than welcomed! i have a lot of stuff prepared for it and i wanted a proper cover to announce it dsfj

(i wanted to add some symbolism to everyones line of sight, not sure if its noticeable

version without text is underneath cut!

[lonisaiou]

cooking something

[styrofoamhart]

MIKEYIKEY MIKEY KOKEY IN A DRESS MOKEYOKUE MKEY

- @pridefulphantom

i assumed this is an art request. so i shall deliver

guess who finaly charged rheir ipad r yiuguys proud its dogital art time until i forget to cheage it again baybey

[all-time-champ-of-today]

[Mikey blinks a few times in mild surprise as he misses completely. Didn't he used to be faster? Come on, Mike!]

What?! Come onnn, I'm trying to help, I promise!

[He hesitates, kneeling down as if to more gently coax the cat his way. It becomes quickly apparent that's not gonna work out, so he lunges again, chasing the cat back and forth and up and down, all around the bathroom until, eventually, he kicks the side of the tub and stumbles over into the water himself.]

Aw, man! Maybe baths do suck...

[hes trotting down the street in the rain, trying to find some shelter. he ducks into an alley, looking around. he spots a slightly opened manhole cover and jumps down. he finds himself in the sewers. curious, he walks around, hoping to find something, he wasn't sure what though. soon he sees a light in the distance, trotting closer he notices lights hanging above some type of door. he slinks his way through, finding himself in a...home? he walks a bit before wandering into a room with counters and cabinets, and food on top of one of the counters. he jumps up, sniffing at a peice of bread before eating it, purring softly]

@all-time-champ-of-today

[aealzx]

Striding forward a few steps, Raphael wasn’t bothered at all when Leon scrambled to detach Lil Mikey from himself and herd him near Donnie so he could turn to face Raphael with his hands held in a defensive barrier between his brothers and Raphael. Crouching before the three, Raphael raised a hand in offer, noting Loen eyeing it, then him, warily.

“Hey. Sorry for scaring you. I don’t want to fight anymore, okay?” Raphael apologized simply, keeping his hand out for a handshake. Leon could only look at him suspiciously, blinking at the offered hand, and then squinting suspiciously at Raphael. Was he trying to trick him somehow? When was the last time someone other than his family had apologized to him for scaring him?

While Leon was considering his options, and Raphael’s motivations, Raphael decided to change tactics, carefully raising his hand towards Leon. The kid’s eyes widened for a moment, and he looked about ready to dart. But thankfully he stayed relatively in place. It could have been because Lil Mkey had whispered to him that it was okay, but Raphael liked to think that Leon was taking a leap of faith that Raphael didn’t mean any harm. None of them had meant him harm in the first place, it was just a habit for them to be ready to fight when there was an intruder. But after realizing they were probably dealing with another cross dimension sibling they’d just wanted to get him to sit in one place long enough to talk, while not getting hurt themselves.

As Raphael’s hand got close to him Leon’s eyes snapped shut and he turned his head away with a soft hiss, as though he expected to get smacked. Raphael couldn’t blame him for reacting that way, and instead just motivated to be even more careful than he had already planned. There was a bandage on Leon’s head that hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Raphael was careful to avoid it as he tenderly rested his hand on the kid’s crown, gently rubbing back and forth. “It’s okay kid. I’m not mad,” Raphael assured, giving a rare, soft smile. “And I’m not going to hurt you, or any of your brothers. Okay? You’re safe here. We just want to help.”

He wasn’t sure how many more times they’d have to repeat it before Leon started to believe them, but he just kept gently petting the kid’s head. And when Leon opened his eyes again to peek at him, Raphael just smiled a bit bigger. “There you are. See? All good.”

The comment barely calmed Leon’s nerves, having fully expected to get scolded in some manner. But his shoulders did droop somewhat, and he finally turned more towards Lil Mikey to nuzzle his nose against Lil Mikey’s head in silent comfort. “...What happened? Why are you hurt?” Leon asked quietly, wrapping one arm around Lil Mikey to hold him close once more while the other arm did his best to do the same with Donnie.

“A nasty witch kidnapped you guys from another dimension,” Mikey chimed in, bouncing behind Raphael and causing Leon to flinch. “We went in to rescue them, but they ended up getting hurt while we were there. Don’t worry though. My awesome brother and best friend are patching them up just fine.” Don had to give a mildly embarrassed snicker at the compliment, and Leatherhead could only give Mikey a small smile.

Leon’s expression scrunched in a grimace of confusion and borderline offense at that response. Did Mikey think he was four? “Hurt how? What did you do to take care of it?” Leon persisted, brow furrowing in frustration. What kind of report was that? He didn’t even mention what injuries they had at all. He wasn’t a child that needed everything glossed over in such a vague manner.

“Uhhhhh….,” Mikey faltered, having not expected Leon to ask for details. He wasn’t even sure what all of the details were. 

Luckily Don took that as his queue to step forward and kneel next to Raphael, concern saturating his form but his hands decidedly held back in his lap. “A government agent that we’ve been monitoring to keep her from achieving inter dimensional travel accidentally triggered a reaction that brought you and your family here from your dimension. It also grabbed our Leo, and they sent Raph a message to try and get him to return what we’ve stolen. We broke into her base since there was no way we were going to let her keep any of us, our brother or yours. But your Mikey got caught in the crossfire, and ended up getting shot in the back of his arm,” he explained quickly, partially to be open with their guest but also to see if his inference about Leon was correct.

With the sucked in hiss, and quick, analytical, and repeated visual examination of Lil Mikey’s bandages that Leon did, Don had his answer and gained a small smile. Leon was gathering medical data for his own mental documentation, and Don was happy to provide. “I had Leatherhead surgically remove the bullet, clean the wound, and stitch him back up. Both Leatherhead and I have done the procedure many times before. Right now he’s probably still numb from local anesthesia, but we’ll be sure to get him on painkillers once that starts to wear off. He and Lil Donnie were also both also exposed to an airborne toxin that breaks down cells when inhaled. We’ve dealt with it personally many times before, so we had an antidote ready that we’ve already given them. It’ll just take some time to heal what was already damaged, but there should be no further degradation.”

Leon was mostly quiet as Don, and sometimes Leatherhead, continued to give a detailed explanation that had Raphael raising a brow at him. It was more of an explanation than Raphael was used to getting, other than when Don was rambling in a distracted daze, and he briefly wondered if it was pointless or not. But when he looked at Leon he had to marvel at how the kid seemed to be understanding everything. The kid was even asking questions like what the toxin was, and what antidote was used and how it was given, what antiseptics were being used and if they used any antibiotic salve on Donnie. The responses Don gave earned satisfied nodding for the most part, and Raphael could only grin in amusement as he shifted his weight back to somewhat pull out of the conversation, the others settling around Master Splinter behind him. Looked like Leon was the medic of the other group. It was an interesting difference, and Raphael was wondering what had caused it. But the conversation was way over Raphael’s head, so he ended up tuning them out for a moment. It wasn’t until Raphael heard Don’s words fill with reluctance to be voiced that Raphael started paying attention again.

“...He hasn’t woken up since we left the base. I’m not sure if that’s normal for him, so it has me concerned…” Don was apparently talking about Donnie, who was still unresponsive to external stimuli. Raphael and the others had to agree with the voiced concern since Lil Mikey had been quick to wake up again once they’d landed, but it almost seemed like Donnie was sedated.

“It’s okay. He does that sometimes.” Leon responded easily. “We started calling them reboot naps.”

“...Reboot naps?” Raphael repeated, raising a brow. Why did that sound like something that would be done with a computer and not a person.

“Yeah. You know how sometimes a computer gets overloaded and starts to overheat and stop functioning properly? And the best thing to do is just turn it off so it can stop running programs and cool down?” Leon explained, sounding like it was one that had been used at least once before. After the others gave somewhat confused nods that they understood so far Leon continued. “That’s kind of what it’s like, I guess. His big brain just works overtime all the time and sometimes everything becomes too much, so he takes a huge nap to recover. He’ll wake up eventually.”

“...Hm… I guess that makes sense,” Don responded, voicing the thought all of them had. The analogy made sense, they just hadn’t dealt with anyone that did this before. Not without serious physical injury to go with it. “How long does he usually sleep for?”

“I dunno. Depends on how stressed out he got before. This time will probably be a longer one though,” Leon responded, shrugging.

Raphael had to furrow his brow in confusion at that combination of comments. He knew Donnie had probably been incredibly stressed out from everything, but none of them had mentioned anything to Leon about what had happened other than the injuries. “How do you know that?” Raphael asked, not able to keep his voice from being incredulous.

“I just do,” Leon huffed, shrinking back slightly in a physical show of avoidance. He was quick to change the subject as well, so Raphael knew his reason was something he didn’t want them to know. “Anyway, where’s his battle shell? I’m surprised he’s not wearing it.”

“Uhhh…” Don faltered, glancing at his brothers. He didn’t remember then having a truck with them. So that probably wasn’t what Leon meant. ”...Battle shell?” Don repeated in question. Luckily Little Mikey spoke up for them from where he was sagging into Leon’s lap, mumbling slightly in his increasing sleepiness. “It’s in the other room. Where we were before,” he explained, forcing back a yawn while trying to not completely fall over. “Told them not to take it off. But he insisted he shouldn’t wear it while sleeping. And needed to check his back.”

That was enough to que Don in on what they were talking about, giving a small gasp and dropping a fist lightly into an open palm. “Oh! The device he was wearing on his back. Yes, it’s back in the infirmary. I haven’t done anything with it other than take it off. Augustine’s employees took samples from Donnie’s back too, so I had to make sure those were clean as-”

“They did what?” Leon suddenly hissed, gaze becoming borderline furious as he latched onto only one thing Don said. “Where is it? Where is that base?” he demanded, moving to get to his feet. Don had only mentioned that Donnie had been cut before, not that he’d been some science lab pet.

“Woah, hey, relax kid. There’s nothing left of the base, your brother made sure of it. He set off the self-destruct as we were leaving,” Raphael spoke quickly, raising his hands to halt Leon’s movement without actually grabbing him. “We’re going to make double sure of course, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Augustine herself ended up with brain damage after how hard fearless over there kicked her in the head,” he added, jerking a thumb over at Leo, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise at being called out so suddenly.

“It wasn’t THAT h-... Okay maybe it was- She had a gun pointed at Donnie. What was I supposed to do?” Leo sputtered, gesturing awkwardly.

Don winced at the mention of the gun, and quickly looked over to Leon to see his reaction while Mikey hissed and clamped his hands over Leo’s mouth. He wasn’t surprised to see the lad shift protectively towards Donnie again, a glower shadowing his gaze. “....Show me what happened…” Leon demanded, his tone not leaving any room for debate. “All of it.”

“Show you?” Leatherhead prompted for further clarification. Did Leon really want to see everything that had happened?

“Are you saying you don’t have a database of every video feed from the government agent you’ve been monitoring?” Leon shot back, missing the real reason Leatherhead was questioning him and thinking they were trying to avoid showing it to them.

Don was stunned into silence for a stretch, surprised Leon had made that connection. While they had only found Augustine’s main base recently, downloading all of her data was one of the first things he and Mom April had done. “Huh…” Don voiced, the only hint to his pleasant surprise. Then again, this was just an alternate dimension version of all of them. Donnie probably had similar habits. “Let me get a tablet,” he requested, getting to his feet to hurry to the main computer. “Also Mikey don’t forget you’re cooking,” he reminded on his way passed.

“My stew!” Mikey squawked, jumping to his feet and leaping over the edge of the upper level to run back to the kitchen.

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I rewrote this part so many times, and fussed with the image so much/was so slow on it and it still doesn't feel right. But I'm to the point I don't hate it so it's good enough and I'm gonna throw it out here. =v=;;

[romeosparadisefanfic]

Part 6:Fuck

Fuck! There was maths homework! No level of spontaneous concert was going to make Mr Bal let that slide. OOPsies. Romeo could see in N's eyes that they hadn't done it either. Their eyes looked all "no homework-ey".

Just then Romeo wished upon a star. I do believe in Gerard! I do believe in frerard! (I mean gerard…freudian slip)

in a sparkle of black glitter their and N's homework was done. N's lip curled. They were impressed. None of the other girls could call upon lord and saviour hoe-master-general itsy-bitsy-do-the-splitsy (please?) sex symbol and cultural icon Gerard way to do their hwk. This could turn out handy.

"So uh- I'll be backstage after the show?" enquired Romeo, hoping for a second performance as they walked out of class. "I'll be at a studio Singing the song we wrote About a girl you used to know" Responded N.

Damn they were pretty cryptic. Also they had been singing that emo vampire song. That's not about girls? Waaiiiit…

Romeo had forgotten something else... They weren't sure what though. The not okay school uniform really did inhibit brain function. N was disappearing round a corner.

That's it!

N was a total massive nuclear bitch! And also an agent of palaye royale! And also the most potent beauty of Gerard way's soul.

What a complex and angsty love interest- the author cooked with that one!

A girl you used to know…

Romeo had a sudden stab that N meant Gerard. Where was Gerard, anyway? Surely something couldn't have happened to Gerard, not before mcr5!!

Romeo thought hard. This was hard because they were hard.

Anyway-

Gerard had gone under somewhere, where? N's beauty was blurring and stirring the truth and the lies and Romeo didn't know what's real and what's not (what's real and what's not). Romeo figured that if emo magic could fix their maths homework then surely they could use it to locate Gerard, or better, Palaye Royale to stop their EVIL DOINGS.

Romeo put on some dark emo eyeliner and red and purple hair extensions and an mcr top with corset bits to think better. Romeo's hair was ebony now

<character development lolsies>

Suddenly Gerard appeared! "dude you totally fell for N!" "What business is that of you?" retorted Romeo

"im like literally your weedsmoking fairy godmother" Gerard explained, "these things matter to me"

made sense

"come with me, there isn't time to explain!" Gerard pulled Romeo into the tardis on the maths corridor and abducted them again *clang*

"Okkkkkkkay so duuuuuuude…I've been thinkingggggg" explained Gerard, streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetching out his words

"What we really need to d000000000ooo0000oo to break the horcrux spell and drain palaye rolaly of their power is to somehow normie them"

"Like in mean girls?" asked Romeo "YES!" "I need you to infiltrate!" exclaimed Gerard "to find the source of their power and crush it, grind it into the ground like a um like a" "It's ok I don't need a similie" said Romeo

*phew, that was convenient.

The author didn't have one.*

"Mkay so I booked you in as Palaye royale's tour manager, Mkay?" Romeo was not really Mkay with this but mkey wot evs- it was a way to get close to them at least.

Romeo found themself standing in front of all 3 members of Palaye Royale.

"What are you doing here TWINK?" asked Remington

(it takes one to know one)

The witches fixed their threatening gaze on the purple-headed-muppet cowering before them.

Maybe Romeo would make a good afternoon snack…

FUCK

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/romeosparadisefanfic/781567159172202496/part-one-temptation?source=share

[zandiiangelspit]

“When we are together, darling, every night is Halloween.”

My - better late than never - Halloween pic for this year 🎃♡

Zan and Mikey dressed as Gomez and Morticia Addams~ ♡ (You know Mkey would rock that mustache hehe)

[dluebirb]

So. ABOUT THAT FIC I PROMISED-

In my defence I got invited to a social function with people I want to be around, so what else was I supposed to do-

minor setbacks.

uhhh @justletmereadmycomics @fanatess @theosb0rnway you guys usually like this stuff?? Here ya go lol

This is part of my Cardinal Rules series, but you don't have to read it to make sense of this! Barely. If you want to get caught up on it, it is over here on Ao3!

Fic link on Ao3: Here

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The Housing Situation

Mikey’s POV

Mikey had recently concluded that living off warm, half-melted food in a tank was not optimal sustenance.

Don’t get him wrong, Mikey was overjoyed to have any food, given that the entire kitchen was barren, but only so much could be done with fruit snacks, pop tarts, and granola bars. He had a sinking feeling that with another meal, somebody might puke, and he wouldn’t blame them. Meals were always after training, anyway.

“What’s on the menu t’night, Miguel?” Leo asked, sheathing his twin katana and stretching on his tiptoes.

“If you say anything involving fruit snacks for the next month, I swear—” Casey Senior growled.

“Well, we don’t not have fruit snacks?”

Casey Senior grumbled, and Donnie’s mouth became a line.

“I’m getting fast food!” April decided and stuck her bat into her bag, zipping it up and slinging one strap over her shoulder.

“Yay, April!” Leo cheered and raised an arm, still holding one of his swords, into the air.

“Anyone got a request?”

“Anywhere but Wendy’s,” Donnie grumbled.

“Starbucks.”

“We’re not getting JUST Starbucks!” April groaned. “I’ll just raid Fred Meyers. Text me if you want anything specific.”

“No cold stuff unless you can buy a cooler!” Splinter reminded her.

April gave a thumbs-up as she stuck her phone in her pocket. “Be back in forty-five minutes, tops. If I’m not, then I’m probably dying.”

“April!”

“It’s a joke!” she reassured as she ascended the stairs to the outside world.

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By April's return, Donnie was konked out on the couch, battle shell discarded on the ground next to him.

The small spines on his shell were finally uncompressed and puffed out a bit, no longer flattened to the rest of his shell. Soft snores occasionally came from the vicinity, face twitching slightly as Mikey undid his mask, removed his goggles, and set them aside.

“Yeah, baby!” Mikey cheered quietly with a giant grin as he saw April’s bags.

“Everyone say ‘Thank you, April,’” Splinter instructed them from where he was rifling through what little they did have.

A chorus of ‘thank you April’s rang around the room, and she put the bags down on the remnants of a broken table with a soft thud.

“Yo, Dee! Donnie. Wake up, bro,” Leo muttered, poking their purple brother insistently until the soft snores turned to a singular grunt.

“Nardo.”

“April brought food.”

“Finally! Some good news!”

“You’re welcome, Dee!” April called, cupping a hand around her mouth.

“Yes, yes, thank you, and such,” Donnie muttered, not quietly as he stood, and April could tell that he noticed his apparent lack of accessories but decided to let it be in the meantime.

The group leaned in to inspect April’s relatively simple wares and, save for microwaveable pizzas and breakfast burritos, much of the ‘grab-and-go’ variety. But, such was life.

“Reluctant sigh. Who knew that carbonated beverages could taste so good,” Donnie hummed as he downed one, in a move that Mikey thought was highly uncharacteristic for him.

“I did,” Leo retorted. “And so did anyone with taste, bro.”

Donnie gave him a sharp glare and bonked him on the head with the can before dropping it into a haphazardly labeled ‘recicling’ bag.

“This bag says ‘resi-clean’. Recycling is spelled with a ‘y’, dumdums.”

Raph gave Donnie a light glare in return, and with a black marker, crossed out the offending phrase, and wrote ‘ryclicling’.

“What? No! Instead of the ‘i’, not the ‘e’!”

“Oh, come on! You gotta give Raph something to work with, Dee!” Raph explained, and Mkey couldn’t help but giggle as he crossed out ‘ryclicling’, replacing it with ‘reciclyng’.

“THE OTHER ‘I’!”

“THEN YOU GOTTA TELL RAPH THAT!” Raph shouted back, sweat pooling on his forehead.

“UNLESS SPECIFIED, IT’S ALWAYS THE FIRST LETTER!”

Donnie and Raph gave each other equal looks of frustration and desperation, and Raph finally crossed it out, writing ‘recycling.’

“Oh, thank Pizza Supreme in the Sky.”

Ignoring his brothers, Mikey rifled through April’s bags, which, aside from real food, included three air mattresses, Pez dispensers, and parts of a bed set. Mikey took some paper plates from another of April’s bags.

“Protein bars and dried fruit, as the world intended!”

Mikey smiled to himself and arranged a relatively nutritious plate for each of them. Or as nutritious as one could get with protein bars and dried fruit. Contrary to April’s apparent beliefs, they were not as the world intended.

Though, he realized it might be safer for Casey Junior. The guy sometimes could have taken better to actual food as he did to non-perishables like beans or butter. Mikey had no idea how half a stick of butter was less toxic for his stomach than an excellent old-fashioned PB&J., And Mikey was pretty sure he wasn’t allergic either!

“Say, what’s with the air mattresses in the other bags, Apes?” Leo asked conversationally, and April carefully chewed her dried banana slice before answering.

“Figured that since Mike and Junior still don’t have rooms, they might need somewhere to sleep. You feel me?”

“Touche. Alright, let’s think. Who do we have to house?” Leo asked.

“There’s us four, plus dad, that’s five. I haven’t had time to forge documents for Junior yet, so six,” Donnie rattled off.

“I’m moving back in with my mom until my campus is back on dorms,” April said.

“I am still in my human apartment above you,” Draxum supplied.

“I don’t have a permanent residence,” Casey Senior admitted.

“Well,” April began. “Know what’s great about the apocalypse?” Without waiting for a reply, she continued. “The housing market opens up like movie theaters in summer, and prices are about as much as I paid for all this! There’s an apartment a few doors down from me that I’m pretty sure you could get your paws on.”

“You’ve got papers, right?” Donnie asked the ex-Foot General.

“I was born legally if that’s what you mean. The Foot legally gave each recruit an apartment room.”

“First legal thing they ever did, huh? Regardless, that will do.”

Splinter managed to look pensive while eating a bag of Cheetos. “So the six of us remain, yes?”

Donnie nodded. “And with four rooms between us.”

“Well, who’s got the biggest rooms?” Raph asked, and Donnie typed on his wrist computer as he munched on a protein bar.

“The three of us have rooms about the same size,” Donnie explained, gesturing to himself, Raph, and Leo. “We haven’t unpacked everything, so most places are fair game.”

“Either of you got a preference?” Leo asked, and Casey Junior shrugged.

“I can just set one up in the living room; you don’t have to—” he began but was cut off.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope. We are not couch surfers in this house, Future Boy,” Splinter shook his head adamantly, and Casey put his hands up in defense.

“Ooh! Can I room with you, Dee?” Mikey asked, jumping at the opportunity.

“I suppose so, Angelo.”

“Ouch,” Leo smirked, and Mikey stuck his tongue out.

“I still love you, Leo!”

“Yeah, yeah, ditto.” Turning to Junior, he asked, “You got a preference between me and Raph?”

“I don’t mind,” the human said, if not a little sheepishly.

“Cool. I’m stealing you, in that case. You good with that, Raph?”

Raph gave a thumbs-up. “Raph’s all good!”

“How much sleep are any of them going to be getting?” April asked Casey Senior in a hushed tone.

“By the looks of them? Very little.”

“I take offense to that!” Mikey called, and April chuckled.

“You’ll survive, Mike. Eat your canned peaches.”

Leo’s POV

Leo watched Cassandra and Baron Draxum as they watched April as she nearly submerged herself in a duffle bag. She seemingly found what she had been looking for and straightened her glasses.

“All that for a measly shoe?” Baron Draxum inquired, and April nodded.

“It’s a good shoe! Don’t you two have any packing up to do?”

“We do not live here.”

“Huh. Guess not! Well, let’s go! Grab those bags?”

Cassandra shrugged and took two plastic bags, regaining her footing as April nearly dragged her like a corpse down the corridor.

Meanwhile, Leo made a mental note: blowing up two air mattresses should be done after taking them into any room — particularly a room with a narrow doorway.

Well. Better late than never.

“Okay, turn them the long way… Back up… And run at ’em!”

Mikey and Casey Junior took off at a sprint.

“We can just portal them in,” Leo said, throwing his hands up in disbelief.

“Yeah, but this is still better!” Mikey said as he and Casey rammed their mattresses; they passed the threshold. “Yeah, baby! That’s how we do!”

“Well, you did something, that’s for sure,” Leo muttered and helped Casey up.

“Something cool!” Mikey corrected.

“Sure, Mike.”

As it happened, both mattresses had made it around halfway to the unoccupied area of the car.

“Hey, if it works, it works!” April said, and Leo turned to her. The human looked amused, and a bag slung over her shoulder. Cassandra stood next to her with a few old store bags.

“Are you guys heading out?”

“Yeah, we’ll be back tomorrow. Try not to drive each other crazy?”

“No promises!”

As Leo returned to his room, Casey successfully pushed the mattress to the open part of his room.

“Yeah, we should have inflated those after getting them in the room,” he said, more to himself than to Casey.

“Is here okay?” Casey asked, and Leo looked up.

He’d gotten the tall, thin side of the mattress on the ground, with enough space between it and Leo’s more defined space that there was a decent walkway.

“Stamp of approval!”

Casey lowered the mattress down and put his mask on it. Leo looked at the barren area pensively.

“We should probably decorate, y’know?”

“Huh?”

“You’re living here, yeah? Decorate your space, make it a place you want to be in; you feel me?”

“Uh… Sort of?”

“You’ll get it eventually. We’ll grab and work off the stuff you saved from your other room. Dad’s always got a spare Lou Jitsu poster or action figure here or there.”

Casey frowned like it was a never-before-considered novelty to him. Which, Leo remembered as he half dragged the guy out, it probably was.

Casey’s pile of things, stuffed in a bag marked with his name (which had been crossed out at least three times. Raph was many things, but he was not a good speller) was much smaller than the others, containing a few things blankets, some spare clothes that April had dug up for him a few weeks after the invasion, and some books that Donnie had given him as a “housewarming gift.”

“Take this, and sort out where you want your stuff. You know Lou Jitsu, right?”

“Wasn’t he Master Splinter?”

“More like Dad was him. But yeah. I’m pretty sure Cassandra’s a fan, too. I’ll dig up some old merchandise, and we’ll stick it up, m’kay?”

“‘Merch’?”

Leo gave him a look of shock. “Merch. Memorabilia. Posters and stuff?” No reaction. Leo groaned and rubbed the area where his nose would have been if he had been a human. “When you like a book, TV show, video game, movie, or whatever, you get stuff from that thing. I’ll show you.”

He led Casey back to their room and pointed at his ‘Mad Dogs’ flag and Jupiter Jim figure. “This stuff! That’s merch. Mikey and Donnie made our awesome Mad Dogs flag, and we definitely didn’t scam a guy at JJ Con to let us get JJ figures for cheap!”

“Cool,” Casey breathed and studied them from a distance with interest as Leo perused a spare box.

“C’mon, I swear we head one in here,” he muttered, before pulling something out of it. “Here we go!” He handed two flags to Casey. “Your very own Hamato and Mad Dogs flags!”

He accepted the flags and unfolded them. One was the same flag that Leo had pointed out to him, and the other had a black backdrop with the green Hamato symbol emblazoned on it.

“Woah… Thank you!” Casey exclaimed, and Leo grinned, eyebrows raising at his tone shift.

“Cool, huh? Come on, we’ll hang them up.”

Even after the invasion, Leo wasn’t too sure where Casey fit into their gaggle of weirdos, and he was fairly sure it was a mutual feeling. But dammit if he wouldn’t try to make it work.

It would work out — a bit of Mikey’s undying optimism, his own devil-may-care commentary, Raph’s worrying, Donnie’s weirdly helpful cynicism, and whatever the others had, and there was no way it wouldn’t.

It had only taken a half-meal and what Mikey would have called a ‘bonding moment’ with Casey to get Leo feeling like he could have fought the entire Battle Nexus again, and win.

So, walking alongside the newest addition to their family, as if he had read Leo’s thoughts, (and maybe he had, it wouldn’t have surprised Leo in the slightest) Casey smiled wearily, and determinedly looked at the wall as he held out a fist.

“Well, would you look at that?” Leo smirked. “We’re making progress with you!” He met the gesture, bumping his fist against Casey’s, and blew it into an open palm.

Casey made a soft, exaggerated explosion noise, and Leo could only chuckle.

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A/N: I finished this not 10 minutes ago... Avid I promise your angst is on its way, I have a Bingo Card to fill up and a handful on generally happy turtles >:>

[linddsayy]

MKEY WTHH HMSTR

[fuckyourchampionship]

Mkey, I’ve risen from the dead and reopened anon ask. The break didn’t last long xD

[minkschasijasi]

About "disaster twins" there is so much room to play in half brothers of the same age but dont shars a birthday, raised together but not twins both middle children struggling with issues stemming from that but without a particularly strong bond (as compared to the collective) between them. I personally find it a shame how strongly the fandom latched onto the twin idea ignoring what word of god has said about it. Its a unique dynamic as is.

Real. Honestly, idm disaster twins that much ,, i think they’re a great duo ,, heck—it’s a sturdy dynamic. Sometimes i just get struck with the thought that their twin roles are not at all canon and it breaks my perspective of the entire fandom for a moment.

Cause jeez! Mkey’s mystic injuries on his arms didn’t seem canon, by the way they showed it near the end of the sequence where Leo was pulled out of the portal and into Staten Island

Or Raph being partially or becoming fully blind in one eye because of his kraang transformation

Even the entirety of the future family in the kraangpocalypse are non-existent, we only know leo and mikey’s designs, that they are leo and mikey in the future, and that they were one of, if not, the last groups to be alive during the end of that starting scene. Majority (shoutout to Cass Apocalyptic Series and L.O.V.E.!) took deleted scenes from the opening, the actual opening shot as well, and spun a wild story out of it.

No shame though, i love every one of those guys i absolutely die inside out of sheer excitement when these guys post.

Kinda crazy though, how literally 50% of my hyperfixations are complete headcanons and alternate universes

Shows how starved we are as rottmnt fans 😭

More words under cut <3 (duh)

But to follow with anon’s thoughts on the twin shtick with the blue and purple turtles, i guess it just follows the majority’s preferences on how much bullying we can create out of these chaotic middle children. Out of the four turtles, those two are most likely the most popular—and we all probably know the rule with our favorite character/s.

Either we give them the entire world, or we make them suffer tremendously before giving them the entire world.

I see the half-brothers-same-age-but-not-twins idea being a really cool change from the usual disaster twins content ,, they’d both strike me dead, positively.

With them having similar placement issues on the team, i find that without the twin dynamic between them would have to build a more sturdy relationship instead of the route a lot of people, probably including me, take—which is to say they already had that bridge build to each other and are able to confide in each other their said problems and complaints.

Though the twins idea does bring up a more dramatic and conflicting flares between the two when it comes to sibling fights, especially serious ones. Cause, when you’re siblings you got a connection, but when you’re twins (fraternal or not) you’ve probably got a bigger bond than the usual. This is probably one of the reasons why so many rottmnt fanfic writers or even people who don’t do that and just make rando content on the two prefer this connection—it allows that sweet, sweet angst.

I guess, we just play around with this a lot. I mean, thing with cutting shows in half is that it will allow fans the freedom to do whatever they wish with it, especially since this show started growing in popularity a while ago. I just enjoy being in the fray of it all :)))

[pandora-in-babyjail]

I'm... I'm gonna head elsewhere for a bit! I'll be back eventually! Make sure to watch over each other, okay?

*Disappears*

- Thou whom shaves Chao (Just gonna watch for a bit before sleeping.)

mkey

[katescribblesabit]

you being annoyed at phil for the faction thing but not etoiles is incredibly telling lmaoooo anyways if tubbo has an issue with it he will talk to HIS FRIEND about it. legitimately, stay on your lane and dont maintag your cc crit on the fandom tag WITHOUT discourse or crit tag so people who dont want to see useless bitching dont have to see it

mkey? thank u

maybe go and check the tags again before you bitch at me for something i clearly had noticed as well, i focused on phil because he had been on the server with the purple tag longer that etoiles has.

however i do apologize for not putting any crit tags in the post i will correct that, thats on me.

[grey-gar]

─── ⋆⋅☆!!Royal Universe !!☆⋅⋆ ──

Somewhere in the lands of distant lands there is a Kingdom where many monkeys live in peace and harmony, everyone there is happy and rejoices at the new day, but it was not always so. A great artifact, the crown of the monkey king bestows the ruler with an ability suitable for his dynasty and the ruling family was granted the ability of the moon, they could control the shadows passing this ability from generation to generation, developing it in a brutal war for the throne where brother went against brother. This family ruled tyranny for hundreds of years, until one day, a sage who came down from the mountains seized power by revolution, executing the ruling family, not counting the crown prince who escaped, having managed to steal with him a piece of the crown without which it was impossible to fully obtain his legal rights, even if it did not particularly bother the sage, because he was recognized by the people who now he lived in peace and harmony. Mkei loved this legend, spreading noodles in the evening, he could listen to it from time to time from Tenga, until one day he was caught in a doorway by a strange man who turned out to be the prince and smelled a monkey in mkei, trimming a boy for a revolution and presenting that very crown as proof, only the child touched the artifact receiving his ruler's mark, now he has to go with the Macaque and reconcile him with the monkey king, because it turned out that he himself is not so bad. He is sure that they will make friends!

A lot of time has passed, an amazing journey to the kingdom and a quarrel, a really big quarrel when the macaque, throwing him in the middle of an unfamiliar city, leaves, wandering through the streets in the hope of finding friends, MK runs out of strength and sits down in an alley under raindrops until an umbrella covers him and a red monkey calls him to himself. Who knew that kindness was given to a child only because he had a mark and a desire to find a Macaque. Here it is, an opportunity! MKei's goal is to reconcile the two warring parties and find out the whole truth about them, not even knowing that in the future he will become a prince who is destined to take the throne MKei's goal is to reconcile the two warring parties and find out the whole truth about them, not even knowing that in the future he will become a prince who is destined to take the throne

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