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soapiemomorphine · 1 year

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His Firsts

When he first came to

Leonardo startles. There’s a commotion but nothing registers besides white noise.

He’s dead. He knows this deep in his soul. His heart no longer beats and the floor feeling like an afterthought, as if the earth it’s self was a fleeting memory.

The afterlife is colorful. And loud.

He gets up, only for his eyes to be bombarded with green light.

His instincts tell him to assess the situation.

He appears to be in a collapsing building; there are only two people in it. And neither of them pay any attention to him despite being in there direct line of sight, only confirming his beliefs.

He is indeed dead, but his apparition is among the living.

He just wants to see his father already.

The two people are yelling at each other. They both tower a staggering six feet.

Leonardo takes a deep breath. Not that he needs the oxygen, but he needs to calm himself. He needs to get out of the fighting for your life headspace.

He needs to not think about he’s a failure. He can’t think about his brothers, oh god his brothers-

Pieces of rubble phase through his spirit. The guy with horns and goat legs runs toward the exit, while the rat looking man is furiously dodging the falling bits of the ceiling.

Leonardo squints at the rat man. He seems to be holding something, and his distress makes the hero in Leo want to help him.

Then he sees what he has in his arms.

Four turtles.

Then it clicks.

He won’t be able to move on to the afterlife, because he’s not in his dimension. He’s witnessing the origin story of another Hamato clan.

He doesn't know what compels him to follow this Spliter.

That's a lie. He wants to see his family again.

The first difference

This Splinter is different.

If you forget the fact that Leo’s hands tremble whenever this one speaks, Leo feels sorry for him.

(This first time he heard his voice, he had a breakdown. Not that anyone could see.)

They are camped in an alleyway, his arsenal of stolen clothes swaddling both him and his turtles.

Babies are hard enough on there own, but four of them? While homeless?

The babies weren’t the only ones constantly crying. This Splinter’s hair is already going grey and Leo is pretty sure it hasn’t even been a month yet.

His rat features are becoming more obvious.

Leo has the suspicion that this Splinter used to be a movie star.

Leo has seen posters and DVD covers in the trash, starring a man that shares a striking resemblance to this Splinter. Sans the ears and tail of course. Not to mention for the first couple weeks, the only outfit he had was the one this ‘Lou Jitsu’ wore.

Leo can see the headline on the newspapers that he uses as a makeshift shelter, news of a missing action star, beloved by all.

His suspicions were confirmed in one of this Splinter’s breakdowns.

Usually, the turtles are pretty compliant, but babies can only cry, and when one cries, the rest follow suit.

“ I can’t do this.” The mutant rat grips his hair in frustration at the wails of the children, “ I can’t fucking do this,”

Leo can’t do nothing but watch as both parties meltdown.

“I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS!” Tears cascade down his cheeks, mirroring his young, “ FUCKING BIG MAMA, FUCKING YOKAI, FUCK, FUCK,FUCK, FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!”

His babies wail even louder. Leo just stands there useless.

The ratman freezes at the sound of a window opening, and rushes to scoop up the turtles.

Leo stays close behind.

They move to a different alleyway.

“Shush, shush, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Splinter holds his sons close in a desperate effort to quiet their cries.

“I didn’t mean to yell, I-“ His voice breaks in his apology, “ I don’t know how to handle kids, fuck, I don’t know how to handle myself.”

“This whole time I’ve been running toward the limelight, but it always bites my in the ass, huh?” He starts to hum a Japanese lullaby.

Leonardo watches as the babies slowly fall silent.

“Guess Im a father now, huh?” Splinter let out a wet chuckle.

Leo gets the closest he’s ever gotten to this Splinter and takes a seat against the wall right next to him.

Despite his voice, and despite Leonardo’s own heavy heart at this similar yet so different image of his family, he smiles.

It’s not like anyone can see.

His first name

It’s been a month or two and he may have been wrong. About the whole no one being able to see.

The turtles, unlike him and his family are all different species.

They do not have names however, with Splinter calling them all “Little One”, or “My son,” and either addresses the one he’s holding or all of them as a whole.

But they are all different.

One is much bigger than the others, with spikes all up and down his body. He often bites the blankets and on some rare occasions, Splinters finger. The big one hardily makes a fuss though.

The same cannot be said for the smallest one. He is covered in warm colored speckles, and is half the size of his brothers. Yet he is somehow the loudest. He is constantly clinging on to someone, whether it be his brothers or Splinter.

Another one if the turtles has a softshell. Leonardo was flabbergasted at this, none of any other dimensions had a softshell turtle. He’s never even seen a wild one, let alone one as a mutant. Both Leonardo and Splinter worry the most about him.

Then there is the one who has red stripes. The one that Leonardo is almost certain can see him. He is often climbing over his brother and causes mischief, and pushes his brothers over. He’s often smiling and enjoys pulling on Splinters fur.

But what scares him is the way the red striped turtle looks at him. Not through him. At him. He looks him is the eyes, looks him up and down, and the scariest thing of all is that he reaches for him.

Leonardo doesn’t know what to do. So he keeps his distance.

He’s gotten used to the whole ghost thing, where no one could see him.

It was lonely but he was used to it after a while.

But now one of the turtles can see him.

He now looks to him when he cries, when he’s climbing on the big ones back, he smiles at him from Splinter’s lap.

It’s all very terrifying.

Especially when, he pushed one of his brother and listened when Leonardo on reflex said no.

So that’s Leo’s life now, following Splinter as he raises four nameless turtles.

That may have something to do with Splinters terrible eyesight.

Leo has the suspicion that Splinter has near-sightedness.

He can only read the news with his eyes nearly closed and millimeters away from his face. He doesn’t see the profanities on the alley walls, that make Leonardo worry, will the children learn that language?

He also is only able to tell the turtles apart once they are in his face or in his hands, “Ah!, you’re the big one!” He has to feel the turtles to differentiate them, and when they’re together he addresses them as a whole.

His suspicions are confirmed when Splinter finally loses it one July, “You’re all growing old now, how am I going to be able to tell you apart?” He grumbles and grabs his hair in frustration.

Leonardo is worried. What will Splinter do when they can walk? If only one is doing something dangerous how will be able to tell that specific turtle to stop? Leonardo feels a heavy weight in his gut at the possibilities.

He’s snapped out of it with a lound ripping sound.

In an act that is most certainly considered illegal, and probably come off as a hate crime, Splinter rips a rainbow pride flag hanging from a store front.

“HEY!” An angry voice emerges from in inside the store.

Splinter scrambles for his children as he scurries away.

Only the red-eyes child can see Leonardo following.

When the chase is seemingly over, Splinter find a different alleyway and takes a seat.

Leonardo doesn’t know what to think. Why would he steal a pride flag?

He is given the answer with Splinter ripping each stripe apart.

He accidentally makes a rip right through the yellow and green stripe and he tsks.

“Didn’t need all seven anyway,” Splinter grumbles under his breath.

He then pulls all of the turtles out of their cardboard box, awaking them from their slumber.

Leonardo takes a seat as he watches the turtles each stir and whimper. The softshell seems particularly upset and is trying to go back in the box, but to no avail.

The small one then starts whimpering as he is taken off the biggest brother.

Splinter take the red stripe and ties it like a ribbon around the big one’s neck.

“Red,” he then places him in the cardboard box.

He then grabs the smallest turtle and shushes his whimpers. He gently ties the orange stripe around his neck.

“Orange,” he places him right on top of his brother.

The red-striped one realizes the fastest way in the box is through Splinter, and he reaches for him.

“Blue,” the turtle practically scrambles to be a part of the turtle party in the box.

A loud cry comes the softshell, still going at the wall of the box, watching all his brothers go in but unable to.

“Shush, shush” Splinter gently picks him up. The turtle is awake enough to squirm when he ties the last color.

Splinter, despite cutting an indigo stripe forgoes it completely as he tied the purple stripe around his son.

“Purple” He whispers and puts his child in the box with the rest.

Leonardo feels his heart beat heavily in his chest, despite not having one. Of course.

Splinter smiles and points to each of his children, “Red, Orange, Purple, Blue,”

Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo. He realizes.

The same colors.

It may not be the same but nothing here is.

He swallows the lump in his throat as Blue smiles at him.

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extrasfromthevoid · 2 months

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Draxum's Hamato Yoshi's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 5/?)

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Summary: Hamato Yoshi--or, Lou Jitsu--meets a curious little girl in the depths of a madman's lab that turns his perception of the world on its head.

Yoshi has grown fairly numb to the atrocities of yokai. A decade trapped in a gilded cage that doubled as a gladiatorial ring will unfortunately do that. Of course, now Yoshi has traded one prison for another: Big Mama for this Baron Draxum fellow. Part of him knows that letting the little flying rat monkeys take him from his cell in the Battle Nexus without a fight was a bad idea that will lead to nothing but pain. But Yoshi can’t bring himself to care anymore. He’s sick of fighting. All it has done is land him in cages and endless, pointless blood sport.

Such things become unappealing very quickly.

“Ah, the great Lou Jitsu,” a tall goat-like yokai crows. “Your warrior prowess is legendary."

Yoshi grimaces. “My fighting days are behind me.”

Draxum smirks unnervingly. “Fighting will not be necessary,” he says. “Only your innate genetic gifts.”

He grits his teeth, the bars creaking ominously in his hands. He opened his mouth to rebuke but something interrupts that Yoshi couldn’t have anticipated.

“Baba!” A painfully young voice calls.

Yoshi’s heart drops as footsteps echo down the hall outside the lab and a young girl no older than four and clearly human rounds the corner. Her arms and hands are wrapped in a way that supports good wrist and knuckle alignment, a thin sheen of sweat adhering her tussled hair to her forehead and something that looks uncomfortably like blood smeared on her cheek and staining her outfit. In a moment, the hard shell of apathy surrounding Yoshi’s heart creaks.

She stops in front of Draxum, holding up a thick scroll she can barely put both hands around and a squirming, pulsing mound of pink-purple matter, a poorly cleaned tanto blade strapped to her hip.

“I’m done with practice!” She says brightly, smiling broadly.

Draxum nods and takes the scroll. He then pulls out a rather comical pair of reading bifocals as the girl bounces on the balls of her feet in front of him. As the large yokai looks over the scroll, the girl occasionally steals a look towards Yoshi. She waves at him. Numbly, Yoshi waves back.

“Baba, can I show Mr. Jitsu my little brothers?” She asks.

Draxum holds up a finger at her, still reading the scroll. When he seems finished, he then turns his attention to the weird pulsating ball of plant matter the girl brought with her with a critical eye.

“Hmm. Your work today was most excellent, Spawn,” he says, tucking away his glasses and rolling up the scroll. “You may. After you wash and change.”

The little girl literally jumps for joy. “Yes!! Thank you, Baba!” She says as she scampers away, leaving that weird lump of whatever it is behind in her excitement.

“Do not run in the halls!” Draxum shouts after her.

Judging from the rapid pitter patter of tiny bare feet, the little girl doesn’t heed Draxum’s strangely paternal words. He sighs heavily, pinching his brow before setting aside the scroll and picking up the weird lump of matter to set along side it on the lab table. It leaves a strange puddle of translucent purple liquid where the girl left it on the floor. Draxum sighs again at the sight of it, muttering about the messes of children.

For a moment, Yoshi almost forgets exactly what kind of monster he’s looking at.

But that moment passes quickly as a smirk grows on Draxum’s alien features as he sees the shocked and horrified look on Yoshi’s face.

“You fiend!” Yoshi hisses, the vines creaking in his grip. “What are you doing to that child?”

Draxum has the nerve to turn that smirk at him. “I am molding her into the future general of my armies,” he declares. “Her mystic prowess is remarkable for a human, especially one of her age. And under my tutelage, she will become the greatest mystic warrior the world has ever seen! She will lead the armies I make from your DNA to take back the surface for yokai-kind, and I will relish the irony that a human will be the one to spearhead the extermination of the human race.”

Yoshi’s veins fill with ice. “How dare you…,” he growls.

The bastard’s smirk widens and he sweeps out of the room.

Yoshi is left alone for some time, pulling uselessly at the bars as the minutes slip by.

The little girl returns some time after Draxum leaves, hair damp and wearing a deep green kimono. In her arms is a large blue tub that is almost too large for her to get her arms around. She marches into the lab with an expression of the utmost concentration as she struggles with her load.

“You should not be here, little one,” Yoshi says grimly.

The girl sets the tub down and sits in front of Yoshi’s cage, her bright smile dimmed slightly by confusion.

“Why not? Baba said I can be in here. I just can’t touch stuff,” she says.

Yoshi reaches through the bars to take her hand. “You’re in danger. Draxum will only turn you and your little brothers into a living weapons for his cause!”

The girl blinks. “But I want to fight,” she says.

Yoshi balks a little at this.

“There’s bad things coming, Mr. Jitsu. Really, really bad! A lot of people will get hurt if we don’t stop it!” She declares. Then she looks at him with hopeful eyes. “You’ll help fight, right, Mr. Jitsu?”

Yoshi flinches slightly. “I have sworn off violence, little one,” he says.

She frowns. “But you’re the best fighter ever! If anyone could beat the Mean Metal Man, it’d be you!”

Yoshi blinks. “‘Mean Metal Man’?” He echoes. “What are you talking about?”

She pulls a small folded stack of paper out of her kimono’s sash and unfolds them for Yoshi to see. He feels his heart stop as a very familiar image stares back at him in the unsteady lines of a child’s art.

The girl taps the drawing, a hard and somber look on her face. “I see the Mean Metal Man a lot in my visions,” she says. “He hurts a lot of people and then he brings these scary pink brain things and the whole world dies!”

It is my duty to keep watch for the return of the Shredder.

Some day, you will understand the sacrifice we must make as Hamato.

You must complete your training, so you can defeat the Shredder, should he ever return.

The little girl continues to ramble as Yoshi feels his entire world crumble around him. There’s no way that his Grandpa Sho was right. The Shredder…he can’t be real. He can’t.

Because that would mean that Yoshi has wasted his life and shunned his dwindling family for nothing.

Anatawa Hitorijanai.

“The Metal Man is scary, but I know you could beat him and maybe you could team up with this really strong lady I see sometimes!”

“How do you know all this, little one?” Yoshi asks, still stunned.

“I see them in visions when I sleep. It’s not always the same thing over and over, but it’s similar,” she says. “Baba says I’m an Or…” her brow furrows as she struggles with the word. “Orc-al?”

“Oracle,” Yoshi supplies.

The girl nods. “Yeah! That! I see things that’ll happen in the future.”

“That must be a heavy burden to bear.”

The girl nods again, visibly somber. “It’s scary. I don’t always see bad things, but the bad things are really, really bad,” she admits, pulling her knees to her chest. “I wake up crying a lot…”

Yoshi’s heart pangs with sympathy. Visions of coming disaster is a cruel thing for the universe to thrust upon someone so young.

“And you still want to confront the monsters you see?”

She tilts her head. “‘Com-front’? What’s that?”

“Confront,” Yoshi corrects. “It means to face something. Usually an opponent of some kind.”

The little girl makes a drawn out “oh” sound, understanding. “Like how you’d fight in the Battle Nexus! You were com-fronting your oppon-ments in the Nexus!” She says, fumbling the pronunciation of a few words rather adorably for the subject matter.

“Uh…yeah,” Yoshi says, a little unnerved that this very young girl has apparently seen his often bloody Nexus fights. “But…back to you…do you really want to confront the scary things you see in your visions?”

The girl nods sharply with very little hesitation, a determination burning bright in her hazel eyes. “I can’t just sit around and watch it happen! Not when I can do something about it,” she declares. “Baba’s training me for this! So I gotta do it! And the Mean Metal Man…he’s coming and bringing all the bad things with him.”

Yoshi’s blood runs cold. “How soon?”

How much time did Yoshi have to prepare?

The girl frowns and looks away. “Soon, but not ‘tomorrow’ soon,” she says.

“Years?” Yoshi suggests.

The girl nods. “Fingers and toes number,” she says. Then she frowns. “Maybe? I’m not sure.”

“But it won’t happen soon soon?”

She shakes her head.

That’s a relief. At least there’s time.

“So…little one,” Yoshi says quietly, still reeling from the revelation that the destiny Grandpa Sho harped about constantly was actually true and imminent according to this young child who is apparently both blessed and cursed with knowledge of impending doom, “where are your little brothers?”

To his surprise, she reaches into the tub she brought in with her and pulls out a small green creature.

“Right here!” She says brightly.

In her hands is a small red-earred slider turtle that fits neatly in her cradled palms. He’s fully retracted into his shell but the adorable little creature is pulling himself out again, sniffing the girl’s fingers and wandering closer to Yoshi, evidently curious.

“Aww,” Yoshi coos, feeling a bit of his earlier tension receding as he reaches out to scratch the tiny turtle’s head. It chirps sweetly. “Aren’t you cute? But, little one, I don’t understand. Are your little brothers…turtles?”

She nods. “Baba says he’s going to do science on them and they’ll fight with me some day,” she explains. “He says they’ll be my sub-ordain-ants—whatever that is—but that sounds boring, so I wanna be their big sister instead.”

“I…see…,” Yoshi says, only half lying. He can’t say he’s fond of the notion that Draxum is planning to mutate these innocent creatures.

“This is Blue,” she says handing him the slider.

Yoshi coos a little as the little turtle fits easily in the palm of his hand. Little brothers indeed.

The girl pulls the bin closer, allowing Yoshi to peer inside a bit better, before pulling out an ornate box turtle.

“This is Orange. He’s very sweet,” she points to a soft-shelled turtle, “That’s Purple. He bites sometimes, but only when he’s scared, but other than that he’s very sweet too!” She sets down the box turtle in her lap—the little creature happily nestling into her warm kimono—and pulls out a baby alligator snapping turtle, holding him with both hand on either side. “And this is Red!”

Yoshi reaches out to give the little turtle a scratch on the head too. “Aww, what a sweet little c—“

The baby turtle lives up to his species’ name and snaps at Yoshi’s finger, digging through the fabric of his glove and piercing his skin.

Yoshi shouts in pain, yanking his finger back.

“Ye-ouch! Why you little—!”

The girl laughs brightly and pulls the little creature back. It takes Yoshi’s glove with him, which only causes the girl to dissolve further into peels of laughter. And Yoshi can’t help but join her. The sight of a tiny snapping turtle with no thoughts behind his eyes and a bright orange glove in his beak is a comical one.

At least until the tiny creature tries to eat it.

The girl composes herself somewhat as she readjusts her hold to free one of her hands in order to grab the item before little Red can swallow it.

“No, Red! That’s not food,” she scolds lightly, tugging the glove out of his beak. However, the fabric on the glove’s index finger tears off, still firmly clamped in the tiny turtle’s jaws. The girl looks between the turtle and the now ripped glove in dismay. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Jitsu.”

Yoshi chuckles, reaching forward to pry the shred of glove from the small snapping turtle’s mouth. “It’s okay, little one,” he assures. “I can always mend it later.”

She tilts her head. “Like sewing?”

He nods. “I had to sew a lot of my own costumes,” he says with no small amount of pride.

The girl’s eyes shine with wonder.

Sewing is a much easier topic for Yoshi to talk about than fighting in the Nexus or the prospect of The Shredder’s return and actually being real. Growing up, Yoshi had precious few hobbies between schooling and Grandpa Sho’s training that he stalwartly ignored, so sewing things was a treasured reprieve. It came in handy during his days of stardom as he gleefully tells the girl. At first, Yoshi made his own costumes out of necessity but when he hit it big, the costume department just couldn’t make the costume the way Yoshi liked it despite their best efforts. It’s been a while since he’s sown, however. Yoshi hasn’t had much contact with a needle and thread outside those of the surgical variety. He’d like to sew again someday.

And in any case, the girl is utterly enraptured by Yoshi’s descriptions of the things he’s made. Eventually, Yoshi runs out of sewing tales, but the girl takes over with a slew of facts about turtles. She speaks with undisguised passion and joy, her hands flapping rapidly in front of her and eyes shining.

Admittedly, Yoshi doesn’t get a lot of it. The girl talks fast and her English is flawed, occasionally even cutting into an archaic iteration of Japanese. Regardless, the pure love and excitement is soothing to listen to.

Unfortunately, their conversation doesn’t last forever as Draxum returns at last.

Yoshi glowers at the yokai, but the girl’s face blooms into a joyful smile that Draxum is wholly unworthy of. Curiously, Draxum’s expression softens ever so slightly as he looks down at the young girl.

“I thought I’d find you here, Spawn,” he says. “It’s time for dinner.”

The girl nods and gently returns her little brothers to their tub. She pauses and looks up at Draxum. “Can Mr. Jitsu join us, Baba?” She pleads, giving him the biggest, wateriest eyes Yoshi has ever born witness to.

“Please..?”

The stalwart yokai actually falters visibly.

Ah. I see she is a master of the ancient art of puppy-dog eyes, Yoshi thinks.

However, Draxum visibly steels his nerves and pats the young girl on the head placatingly.

“Not today, Spawn,” he says. “Come along.”

The girl pouts and casts a longing, sorrowful look towards Yoshi before trailing after Draxum.

And…Yoshi is alone again.

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#void's writing #rottmnt oc: milo hamato #tmnt best siblings competition #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #writing this conversation between yoshi and spawn was really fun bc spawn is just a lil gal who happens to drop lore bombs on this poor man #splinter is a bit more proactive about the whole training/preparation thing w milo in the picture #not by much admittedly bc depression and all that but he makes more of an effort training the boys #now if only milo didnt continuously try to shoulder the burden of this coming calamity herself...

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limerental · 1 year

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here, have a half-finished witcher americana retelling I've been sitting on for years now. I didn't quite have the gusto to go everywhere I wanted with it but here she is. I got in my yenralt & ciri feelings mostly :')

It did not go like this:

Yennefer was born the unfortunate eldest daughter of a local farmer of dairy goats and hogs, the sort of farm built into a gully that boiled up with mud and shit when it rained. Born all twisted up in the womb, her spine curved in a permanent hunch.

Some devil got to her mama, her daddy always said, leaning on a fencepost, hard-eyed and jeering as he spit tobacco into the dust.

Some devil had likely looked a lot like the young man her mama fancied just a few months before she was married quick to her daddy.

The devil long vanished off to the city.

Yennefer was no good for farm work, but she could do well enough bussing tables at the diner off the main road. She worked there more hours than not for less than scraps, but she did her work and ducked her head and kept mostly quiet about it. If she was just patient enough and careful, she could find her way out of there in time.

Yennefer kept a secret.

She'd been born with witchcraft hidden in her crooked body, the sort that ran in rich veins through the land itself. The kind that sang in the creek-carved ravines and thrummed through the gnarled roots and swaying branches of the forest.

She could call the animals to her and find anything lost and drive out the snakes from the chicken coop with a word, and she'd heard stories about things like that all her life so wasn't surprised by the possibility at all. Except for the fact that no one had ever taught her those things, and nobody knew she could do it.

In only a few short months she'd come into the full depth of her magic and the Witch would come for her and changed her life for good.

Before that, she met Geralt.

Yennefer'd long given up fantasies of being spirited away, thinking about strangers' lives with the kind of detached daydreaming of a girl who did dull work for ceaseless hours.

She wondered who this man was, old enough to have seen the war but younger than her daddy, who had been exempt from the draft on grounds of being a farmer. Which was good fortune, because he would have made a bloodthirsty soldier.

Geralt was a simple man who worked in travelling pest control. His beat up company van coughed over the miles, tools of the trade rattling in the back, big cartoon rat grinning evilly painted across the side.

Geralt kept a secret.

He knew every trick and gimmick to eliminate a rodent problem, could give his usual spiel about baiting and trapping to any fellow who asked, but had never employed anything that mundane even once. The pests he controlled and catalogued tended to be bigger and meaner and not as pretty splashed over the panels of a van.

Monsters were real, and he knew them by name. Kept tabs on the quiet ones and put down the loud and messy ones.

Always respectfully, that is.

Most of them weren't evil, just creatures as old as the land or older, the growing civilizations on this Continent encroaching more and more on the wild places they had once owned.

The war was many years over, and they said the future was bright. The future was now. Geralt didn't know by what metric they measured those things, because to him the world looked the same as always.

He'd done pest control enlisted in the war too, chasing the sort of monsters that paled in their wretched cruelty in comparison to men. Most of the things he sought out were just trying to survive with shrinking odds in a world rapidly forgetting them.

Geralt got that.

Got it in ways rural poor America did, living the same rusted out life they always had, going on in the usual quaint and tragic ways.

Yennefer didn't quite get it yet, but she was going to.

She poured burnt coffee for the grey-haired stranger in the far booth, a typical dusty midday silence settled over the diner. The slanted cartoon eyes of the rat on his sepia-toned van stared at her from where it was parked beside the pumps.

Places in towns this small wore many faces, general store, filling station, and diner in one. The main road was a common route north, and Yennefer liked to wonder where passersby were going, what lives they led. Imagine what faces they hid from the world, same as her.

Geralt had a job out this way with a few hours left to drive, hoping the company van didn't shit the bed again before he made it there, and he watched the waitress' hands shake as she poured him his coffee. Crooked through the shoulders, she limped when she walked and seemed to have trouble with the weight of the full carafe. Geralt smiled at her, an ugly, little smile on a face unused to such gestures, but the girl smiled back. He hoped they paid her fair. She had nice eyes, sharp and a cool violet.

Yennefer brought him a slice of apple pie and wondered where the stranger'd got his scars. He had a number of them on his face and hands alone, pink puckers and angry mauve ridges and was sure to have more hidden by his dark coveralls. Probably the war. If it had been the other waitress working, the chatty one, she would have asked, mister, did you get those in the war, must have gotten half blown to hell, but Yennefer didn't ask.

She smoothed her hands down the front of her starched apron and got back to work filling salt shakers, and neither spoke a word to the other.

Geralt didn't make much of a living on the road, but he lived simple and didn't need much anyhow. The pie was an extravagance, tart and sweet. The girl had working hands, calloused. He thought of saying something to her, making conversation, but he didn't. There was the sound of flies humming against the dust-streaked glass, the occasional rumble of traffic on the road, the quiet noise of his fork on chipped china.

He didn't stick around to watch his dollar tip fluster Yennefer's cheeks red. Didn't look back at all. If he had, he would have seen her pause in the screen door to watch him drive off, wondering about what sort of work he did in a strange vehicle like that, what sort of man he was.

The van's ignition choked and then caught. He had some miles to go.

Neither left a lasting impression on the other at that first unremarkable meeting, but when Yennefer next saw him two decades on, she knew him at once in the way that witches always know those sorts of things.

How fascinating it was to see that the stranger looked exactly the same despite the years. Same greyed hair, same dour expression, probably same pale orange van parked at the edge of the festival grounds. Witchers didn't age the same as men, after all, and that's the sort of thing she saw he was. Perilously slow heartbeat, calculating look in his newspaper yellow eyes, scars curved by talon and tooth and not shrapnel.

Geralt had known what she was by her description, whispered low and reverant like something holy, that this woman was no ordinary medic. Knew before he parted the canvas flap of a shabby tent in some muddy, over-trodden field and stepped into an opulent throne room, the stone walls hung with erotic tapestries, the high ceiling shimmering with a cloud of stars.

The witch herself sprawled perfectly naked on a high-backed throne with a seat of red velvet. Alone, she looked on in detached interest, still as a statue, a haughty and omnipotent sentinel. Geralt thought her ethereal, beautiful, enthralling.

Trouble.

In truth, Yennefer was wretchedly hungover after a riotous orgy the night before and could avoid the throbbing of her temples if only she kept perfectly still.

It was by her eyes, shrewd and violet, that, with a jolt of surprise up his spine, Geralt recognized her as the crooked waitress from the diner many years past.

There'd always been witches hidden behind any great power, old world or new. King Arthur ruled by the guiding hand of the wizard Merlin and JFK by a blonde starlet in a snow white dress, though none would ever have taken the latter for a sorceress.

How tiresome it was, thought Yennefer, how empty, how thankless.

Geralt sighed and adjusted his hold on the unconscious Dandelion's thighs, hitching his friend higher across his back as he wheezed into Geralt's ear. Would have rather gone elsewhere. Would have rather the idiot had not offended the ancient, moth-winged creature Geralt had come to reason with into making less noise.

But there was no talking sense into Dandelion. Damn lucky the creature the locals here called Mothman hadn't thought to curse him with something more severe than whatever ailed him.

It didn't take kindly to flirting.

Dandelion was a poet and a philanderer and a starchild and a balladeer and a free spirit and a scholar and a conscientious objecter and a right pain in Geralt's ass, except that he was also good to talk to and steadfastly humorous even all these years on and the sort of friend who remembered little details like your brand of cigarettes or your favorite candy, who Geralt liked even for his numerous flaws because Geralt liked most people truly and was a good man and loved deeply and loved consistently with his whole damn too-big heart.

"A friend?" asked Yennefer and Geralt shrugged.

What happened next happened the way it always did in every version of the story.

Two broken, fragile-hearted people and something close to tenderness.

It didn't happen like this:

Somebody had a pest problem, a wealthy widow with a pretty young daughter. Somebody'd cursed a poor son of a bitch into beastly form. Said he roamed the hills howling by night and walked the streets a man by day.

The curse broke in the usual way, just as Geralt said. The daughter's kiss on a full moon. True love and all. Happily ever after.

Except a new war broke and in time, it widowed the daughter too and her poor heart couldn't take the grief, and then the market turned sour and the wealthy widow lost her fortune and hung herself in the pantry. Geralt got a letter naming him next of kin by some questionably legitimate legal twist of fate and then, he sighed deep and resigned and drove north to pick up the girl.

It wasn't so unusual in his line of work, strange orphans scattered all over like grisly flotsam. But he didn't usually see to raising them. He'd never had a father besides the old man, and he'd never thought much of having his own children.

He couldn't know the true dark web of conspiracy around her and would never know the whole of it. The sort of man her daddy was to bear a curse like that in the first place. The old and intricate magicks, bound up in blood and circumstance. The sort of woman young Ciri would be.

Even if he'd known, Geralt would have drove to get her even so. He found the girl buck-toothed and scrawny and lugging a too heavy briefcase down the slumped front stoop of the elderly neighbor who'd been putting her up. Hair the pale color of woodsmoke, eyes like her mama, green as a copper kettle.

And just like her mama, young Ciri had some whisper of something else in her. Something carried over from older lands than this and bolstered by the ancient things here, passed on like the detritus of trauma gained generation to generation. Something tainted and bigger than he had the know-how to suss out.

Geralt sat down and fumblingly wrote a letter.

Meanwhile, young Ciri passed an idyllic summer and cold as tits winter on the isolated Morhen ranch in the rural mountains. She'd never worked a farm before and never even seen a farm animal up close, especially not a ranch like that one which was straight out of some pastoral fantasy.

A painted red barn and swaying, golden fields and a willow tree with a swing beside a white farmhouse on the ridgeline and a little cliche collection of animals. A black and white cow and a billy goat and a pair of checkered chickens and an old, whiskered horse and a little, scrappy dog.

Keeping up appearances, old Vesemir said and made her go muck out the pen. She wished they'd keep up appearances with mucking too and when she said that, the old man's eyes bugged out his head and Uncle Eskel wheeze-laughed folded over smacking his knees.

But the others didn't come until later into fall when the harvest needed brought in. For many long, humid, dust mote days of summer, it was just Ciri and her new, mysterious guardian and the old man who trundled on his tractor with a pipe dangling from his lip, mowing grass and cussing when the tires dipped into a whistlepig hole.

Most days, Ciri was expected up early to feed and muck and clean, which she did with a healthy amount of complaining. Her little pink hands sloughed red with oozing blisters, and Geralt held them in his rough palms to apply salve, feeling like he wished he could give this girl something more, something grander, but this was what they had, this was what he knew.

But Ciri liked the idea of it, her hands going rough and calloused and big like his, her body going hard and lean. She wondered about his scars and his lined face and how strong he was when he lifted her up in his arms.

The lightning bugs came out over the fields each night, so numerous that she could cry over it, and Geralt taught her how not to be afraid when catching them cupped in her hands, kneeling before her with the flickering light held out like a solemn offering.

He prayed it would be enough, the small things he could give her, but Ciri had never known anything bigger. Her daddy sitting on the creaking edge of her bed in the attic to tell her a bedtime story. One with the true monsters and evils smoothed out into a fairytale.

Geralt told her many stories. Long ago, there were elves and giants and wizards and queens and all of them tangled up together in mysterious and elaborate ways. Ciri reminded him about the knights, and he said, ah yes, the knights, and told her about the quests and the riddles and the labyrinths and the dragons. Ciri liked the dragons best. And the swords that slayed them.

When she asked about his own monsters, he said only that there were things in this land older than all of them.

Sometimes the land itself resisted occupation.

And if she was ever on a dirt road along a field of corn or alfalfa at night, never stray in, no matter what beckoned. And if the screams of the coyotes took on a different pitch, don't go looking. And if the cicadas and the crickets went silent all at once and the woods gathered a hush, run home and run fast and don't glance behind your shoulder.

She brandished a pitchfork out in the animal pen, playing at killing beasts, and Geralt watched from the front porch of the farmhouse wishing he could make it all true for her. Heroes and legends and noble truths.

Instead, he whispered a prayer to the wind rattling through the corn fields and held tight as he could to her little, calloused hand.

It all went more or less the same in the end.

"And that's it!" says Ciri, waggling her fingers in a dramatic flourish. "Well, it didn't happen like that." She keeps her voice low and steady in the manner of storytelling, perched up on a fence rail, hands dangling between her legs. "Well, it all did happen. But not like that. Not in those places at that time."

The farm boy she is speaking to looks at her with big eyes, dumb as a newborn lamb. He doesn't know where this America is or half of the words she uses.

Ciri yawns. She doesn't think she'll tell that version again. Or else be choosier with her audience. The sky has started to go red with fading light, and the bats loose themselves from the eaves of the barn to take wing over the fields.

"Don't you have evening chores to do, boy?" she asks, and the boy startles as though awakening from a dream. "Those sheep won't feed themselves."

Later, when his mama cuffs him over the head for his tardiness, he will not be able to explain the reason for the dawdling. He remembers the dark silhouette of a stranger on the border of the fenceline and a peculiar sort of hollow sadness.

In all the darkest and strangest days of his life afterward, his thoughts will return sometimes to that shape in the cradle of dusk.

And one night when his own young, sleepless daughter asks to hear a story, he will close his eyes and draw a breath and tell her one.

#the witcher #yenralt #ciri #my fic

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rottmnt-hc · 1 year

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Turtleverse Crossover Lore 1

So you know in Spider verse they all end up in Miles' universe?

The turtles don't do that...

No they appear in a giant space that quickly turn into woods since they all are comfortable there.

Not all turtles show up here, just some. A total of 20 turtles, 11 humans, and five rat dads...and one goat dad.

They're all confused at first but soon introduce themselves.

Rise!Raph is the only one not interested in interacting and decides to look around.

Missing everyone's reaction to his universe being the youngest there.

Though one other Splinter noticed him separate and followed, catching other Splinters attention.

Lou, who decided to go with that nickname, was amused by both his son and worrywart counterpart.

Rise

Lou

Barry

Red

Yellow

Scary

Purple

Blue

Orange

Full name cause old

Hamato/Grandpa

Mama April

Old Man Jones (Rise crew call him Grandpa Jones)

Fearless

Ray

Nexus

Gizmo

Splinter

Miss Jones

Jones

Bayverse

Control

Chaos

Techno

Hashi

Fox (everyone knows Megan Fox except Bay crew)

Copper

Nicknames

Yoshi

April

Crossbones

Everyone gets along fairly well despite being different (Rise Crew) and a few disagreements were fixed before escalating.

87 and 03 being the two older groups immediately adopted the others.

Bay and 12 being older than the Rise group takes them under their wing.

Rise being the funky little gremlin bastards they are cause chaos that you would expect from your favorite younger sibling/cousin.

I want to say they have a giant mansion where they stay together but nope, they all have personal cabins in the forest.

Sometimes the Rise crew feel left out when their older counterparts decide to hang out with each other instead and shoo them away.

Look they love Rise Crew but the turtles feel a bit off put by them sometimes, they do feel guilty when they see their faces drop in disappointment (Donnie, Mikey) or acceptance (Leo, Raph).

Rise and 87 Jones knows where all the secrets and stuff are in the unending forest. Sometimes a Splinter joins them but mostly Grandpa Jones.

Red usually goes off on his own more, sometimes dragging Purple with him, they later find out about a beautiful waterfall that the two soak in silence in.

Honestly good for them, they all need a break.

TheRiseCrewDefinitelyisn'tsuspisiousofthis

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yooku-s · 5 months

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PlageTale━⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡F r i s k

Character Introduction: Frisk in "PlageTale"

† "PlageTale", is an Undertale Au where Frisk takes on the role of a doctor's apprentice in a world where with the arrival of the plague both on the surface and underground he turned everyone upside down

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**Name:** Frisk

**Occupation:** Medical Apprentice

Background story:

Frisk, a curious and compassionate human, falls into the underground when he goes to visit one of the many mass graves to try to investigate the disease that endangers humanity, falling due to a slip into one of which turns out to be the underground. where the monsters that humanity had taken care of keeping locked up live.

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Current "Plage Tale" goals: Frisk travels through the underworld, facing unique medical challenges while trying to avoid the plague that seemed to have reached the underworld one way or another. Him trying to find a way to advance a cure or treatment and at the same time trying to understand how some monsters seem to adapt to it.

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**Current allies**

Dr. Alphys: A brilliant scientist who helps Frisk with medical knowledge and research for cures.

Napstablook: A melancholic spectrum that provides relaxing music to calm patients.

Mama Toriel: a goat woman who takes care of people who fall into the underground, somewhat nervous and very maternal although you usually have an unhealthy emotional attachment to the people she cares for, she was once the Queen of the underground that is the only thing you know

flowey: lasts the first few minutes you save him from some rats and although he tries to attack he doesn't really cause much damage so you end up adopting him as a possible pet or emergency food.

Monster kid and annoying dogs: they are both like a dog that needs to be taken care of, you like them.

papyrus: I still don't believe he's the younger brother, he's energetic and very curious like a mouse. I like him but I feel like something is screaming that I have to have better dealings with him or I'll be dead.

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**Current neutrals:**

sans: he doesn't really have an opinion about you or you about him but you feel that he's hiding something else, it's not your problem so you don't mention it nor does he mention anything about you even though his jokes are laughable.

muffet: she doesn't care much about you as long as you buy her meals and "remedies" from her then you will be loved.

monsters in general: they don't care about you and that's it, they are so busy trying to protect themselves from getting sick that you become just another crazy person who thinks they can get a cure, you really think some of them are very irritating.

temmie: I'll just stay away from them...

grillby: he is very quiet but his food is good and he is a good guy.

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**Current enemies:**

Undyne:she is a very strong girl and she wants me dead blaming me for the infection in the sub floor starting I'm really confused.

infected or guard monsters: they want me dead or infect me.

mettaton: you have no idea how monsters have progressed so much in technology but that machine of smoke and nuts seems to want to split me in two.

king asgore: I've only heard of him but he doesn't seem very happy that more humans are falling, much less falling alive.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

chara:'at the end of everything I'm still me' I think.

asriel:who was that goat boy in Toriel photo...?

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**Final Mission:**

Frisk seeks to find the "Panacea of Determination", a unique flower believed to be the solution to the plague. ---

E S P A Ñ O L★★★

**Presentación de Personaje: Frisk en "PlageTale"**

*"PlageTale", es una Au de Undertale donde Frisk asume el rol de un aprendiz de médico en un mundo donde con la llegada de la peste tanto en la superficie como en el subsuelo puso a todos patas arribas*

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**Nombre:** Frisk

**Ocupación:** Aprendiz de Médico

**Historia de Fondo:**Frisk, un humano curioso y compasivo, cae en el sub suelo cuando va a visitar una de las múltiples fosas comunes para tratar de investigar la enfermedad que pone en peligro a la humanidad callendo por un resbaló a una de esta que resulta ser el sub suelo donde viven los monstruos que la humanidad se había encargado de manter encerrados.

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**Objetivos actuales "Plage Tale":**Frisk recorre el submundo, enfrentándose a desafíos médicos únicos tratando de evitar la peste que parecía haber llegado de una manera o otra al sub suelo. Intentando buscar manera de avanzar en una cura o tratamiento y a la vez intentando entender cómo los monstruos parecen adaptarse algunos a esta.

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**Aliados actuales:**

1. *Dr. Alphys:* Una científica brillante que ayuda a Frisk con el conocimiento médico y la investigación de curas.

2. *Napstablook:* Un espectro melancólico que proporciona música relajante para calmar a los pacientes.

3. *Mamá toriel:* una mujer cabra que cuida de la gente que cae al sub suelo, algo nerviosa y muy maternal aunque sueles tener un apego emocional no sano por las personas que cuida, alguna vez fue la Reyna del sub suelo eso es lo único que sabes.

4. *flowey:* dura te los primeros minutos lo salvas de algunas ratas y el aunque intenta atacar realmente no causa mucho daño por lo que lo terminas adoptando como posible mascota o comida de emergencia.

5.*Monster kid and annoying dogs:* los dos son como un perro que hay que cuidar, te caen bien.

6.*papyrus:* sigo sin creerme que sea el hermano menor, es energético y muy curioso como un ratón me cae bien pero siento como si algo gritara que tengo que tener mejor trato con el o estaré muerto.

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**Neutrales actuales:**

1.*sans:* el realmente no tiene una opinión sobre ti ni tu de el pero sientes que oculta algo más no es problema tuyo por lo que no lo mencionas ni el menciona nada de ti aún haci sus bromas dan risa.

2.*muffet:* a ella no le importas mucho mientras compres sus comidas y "remedios" entoces seras amado.

3*moustros en general:* no les importas y punto, están muy ocupado tratando de cuidarse de enfermarse que tu te vuelves solo otro loco que cree que puede conseguir cura, tu realmente piensa que algunos son muy irritantes.

4.*temmie:* solo me alejare de ellos...

5.*grillby:* el es muy callado pero su comida es buena y es un buen tipo.

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**Enemigos actuales:**

1. *Undyne:* es una chica muy fuerte y me quiere muerto me culpa de que la infección en el sub suelo comenzar realmente estoy confundido.

2.*moustros infectados o de la guardia:* me quieren muerto o infectar me.

3.*mettaton:* no tienes idea de cómo los monstruos progresaron tanto en la tecnología pero esa maquina de huma y tuercas parece querer revanarme en dos.

4.*rey asgore:* solo he escuchado de el pero no parece muy feliz de que más humanos caigan mucho menos que caigan vivos.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

1.*chara:* 'a la final de todo sigo siendo yo' creo.

2.*asriel:* quien era ese niño cabra de la foto de toriel...?

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**Misión Final:**

Frisk busca encontrar la "Panacea de la Determinación", una flor única que se cree es la solución para la peste.

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hermitcraft-8 · 1 year

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Can you explain the tmnt lore to me (in great detail)

oh yeah absolutely.

so there's a ton of different iterations of tmnt so i'll explain the rise lore because it's what i know best. love and light.

there was this guy called hamato yoshi who was like. supposed to be a great ninja and carry on the family name, but instead he moved to new york to become a famous actor named lou jitsu. and then one day he meets this woman named. idk. big mama. and falls in love. BUT she's actually a giant evil spider. and kidnaps him to fight in her battle nexus. and then he gets kidnapped AGAIN by this giant goat dilf guy named baron draxum. and he then gets turned into a rat which is. kinda weird. and there's these four turtles babies who he manages to save before the lab explodes. and then he runs away into the sewers and raises the turtles. and there were two more turtles apparently but that's for the cancelled s3 so i don't know shit about them. yeah 👍

#any questions?

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googly-girl · 1 year

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Hello everyone!!

My name is Sunita and this is my blog! I am a normal New Yorker and I usually go by she/her pronouns but they/them and it/its is okay as well!!

April suggested that I should make a Tumblr blog so it could help me get accustomed to all the human things! :D

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//this blog is in the same universe as the @action-star-jitsu story line!!

please note that I, the mod, am a minor and so are the characters in this story! so don't be weird it in the ask box, please and thank you!!

if I find any asks that make me uncomfortable in any way, I will tell you to stop. but if I see more, I will delete them. also some asks might not be answered due to me being busy with some irl stuff! please remember that I am a real person and can't be available all of the time

remember this is all roleplay and to use tone indicators in your asks!! they could really go a long way and that whatever you send to Sunita, she will react appropriately (in my mind at least) and that some of your asks could affect me as well! this goes for all of the blogs in this continuity by the way, not just me!!!

also feel free to send in any OOC asks!! whether if it's reactions or theories or anything else!! I really don't mind :]

btw!! you can call me Minty or Deska (or Minska, if you want!), I use mirror pronouns (aux. any + bug/bugs) and my main is @chocolaminity :D!! also! English isn't my first language!! so grammar and stuff might be a bit wonky

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Say hello to my friends!

Patty - @primetimes-primetime

Hortense - @geniusbuilthq

The orange artistic turtle - @drdelicatetouchreturns

The big red spiky turtle - @im-the-redguy

Cassie - @that-one-brownie-expert

Apricot!! - @batsandcranes

Big Mama?? - @splendiferous-spiderwebs

Baron Draxum!? - @goat-yokai-alchemist

The old rat guy - @ratsandninjas

This random actor guy! - @action-star-jitsuu

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#rottmnt rp #rp blog #sunita

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nani-nonny · 8 months

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LET'S CONTINUE!!

" Leonardo awakens to the feeling of his legs being held down " my mind went " you're under arrest b***h xD by the kids

When i saw blue's hand on leo i thought 'can he share energy while blue's sleeping?' Like can it happen unconsciously?

When CJ was laying on like starfish i remembered Patrick star XD

I laughed at the hospital bed surviving! Give it an award!! XD

The way f!leo tried to get out was like a puzzle mobile game!

While leo eating chips - thank god it's not Doritos - and thinking about life finally the golden moment came where purple announce " Drax is arrested " XD

I just LAUGHED when purple announced once again of drax's arrest, how long did drax was a run away from HC?!

But it was actually three minutes and 47 seconds.” damn they took his minute and 13 second?! Damn cruelty

When purple say he doesn't feel like going i was like; bro you couldn't even pour milk on yo cereal how come you can help?!?!/j

If splinter got mad it's gonna take more sushi to butter the old man UP! And the way he spoke about how he can get the old male wife goat out was really... Not relaxing i must say

When leo said " leo won't help him out willingly " i thought; COME ON blue! You can't be STILL upset about the rooftop incident?!?

And when purple said blue would listen to leo i immediately thought of " OOOH~ FATHER SON VIBES!!! "

“Yeah, you’re really cool. You’re like the perfect d—,” OOOHHHHH FATHER ALERTS! FATHER ALERTS!! I COMPLETELY RELATE TO PURPLE IN THIS MOMENT!!! AND THE WAY HE JUST CHANGED IT TO DOG!!! XYOOXXOOXY!! AHAHAHA (I really wonder if F!Leo figured out what purple really meant)

When the blues were in jail and heard the guard talking i was giggling at how blue's gonna shove all of this in draxam's face!

Tho blue's right; this's not a prison! This's the whole circus

Remember when i said that splinter will be pissed off? He may forgive if the blues kept the muzzle on xD

Ohhh 30$ dollar bet that drax will throw leo later from ANOTHER rooftop

I’m more of an ‘old and tired and just want to sleep and retire my sword’ side of the human versus yokai race.” golden comment

" pulls a small pouch out of his mouth " Eeww

“I should have altered your DNA so you didn’t have a tongue to speak with.” AHAHAHAHA

When Drax talked about big mama - i kinda foreshadowed that she have it - and how her 'could' probably told on him... I hated her even more (SORRY DMD)

When leo ratted out blue and how red looked at him i immediate believed that red will expose him, maybe putting the fact he can hear F!april's voice on news so the whole family can know XDD/j

“Why didn’t she tell us she can do that?” BRO SHE H AVE SOME STRANGER THING TYPE OF POWER XDD

Red asking so much questions and am happy it's red because if it's purple then oh lord... Write your will..

The moment drax asked leo to say hi to future mikey i was HELLA excited!

"'He looks down to see he finally has form " when the game finally upload it Grafic lol

AAAAAHHHH THEY FINALLY FINALLY MET!! LET'S GOOOOOO!!

Lol it’d be entertaining to think that Commander O’Neil possessed his body and performed the energy share thing but no, Blue just passed out after he shared his mystic energy hahahaha!

Purple knows Blue listens to F!Leo because he’d do the same lol (F!Leo is FATHER!!!)

And F!Leo took the dog comment at face value because he’s more confused how he’s a dog lol… Cue F!Leo googling what kind of dog breed he is /j

Draxum’s so gross for putting the pouch in his mouth, but if it means preventing it from getting taken away from him by the police, then by all means choke it down/j

And oof, Purple would have thousands of questions that I would’ve dreaded writing it all down, I love the smart guy but my arthritis doesn’t /hj

Now I have to perform tricks and flips trying to smoothly maneuver a conversation with F!Leo and the ghosty bros *sweats nervously for myself*

#nani nonny answers #whispers of distant souls #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt future leo #future leo au #future leo returns to the past with casey au

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panfluidme · 9 months

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Growin' Up Wrong

Master Post

LOU JITSU'S BIGGEST FAILURE YET (INTRO CHAPTER)

Now, Lou Jitsu had made many, many mistakes throughout his lifetime. But that was part of being human. It was part of living and breathing.

Lou had grown to accept that as a innate part of the experience of existing.

Some of his biggest mistakes was trusting and falling for Big Mama. Going with the two small gargoyles. Ignoring his Jiji.

But none of them beat this one.

Lou sat in the cage that Draxum had him put in. His eyes closed and his breathing soft. This situation wasn't ideal, but it was better than the last several years with his now ex-girlfriend.

A quiet chirping sound brought him from the trance he had started to fall in. His eyes slowly opened, and he crawled to the edge of the cage.

On the floor, there was a box of four baby turtles.

Lou's heart sank a little as he ever so carefully picked the spiny shot shell up. The turtle looked up at him, chirping with its head tilted. Its eyes were quite interesting, the right one was a bright red and the left one blue.

Gently putting the turtle into his lap, he picked up the red eared slider. Its eyes mirrored the soft shell's. They were the same colors, but opposite sides.

Before Lou could pick up the other two, the door slammed open. Lou quickly put the two back into the cardboard box and watched the person who had come in.

They were another Yokai. Their skin was purple and they had goat or sheep hooves. On their shoulders perched the two gargoyles that had brought Lou here.

"Ah, Lou Jitsu. I see that you are awake," they spoke.

"Who are you?"

"I am Baron Draxum."

Lou hummed as he leaned against the vine bars of his prison. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to use your human DNA to make warriors from these turtles. Turtles are strong with great defense, but they are far too slow to achieve their full potiential."

Disgust twisted in Lou's stomach. "Absolutely not. I will not let you turn these turtles into weapons."

Baron Draxum smirked, leaning forward. "You don't have a choice in this, Jitsu."

The cage opened up and purple vines wrapped around Lou's wrists. He was dragged and strapped to a table. Tubes were inserted into him as he struggled. The turtles were placed into small chambers.

Blood was sucked from Lou's arms and put into the mutagen that Draxum had made. Once that had been mixed in with it, the ooze started glowing green.

The mutagen traveled up four tubes and into the chambers where the turtles were.

Quickly, the four started to appear more humanoid.

Shortly after, Lou broke free from his restraints, shouting his classic battle cry. He landed on the floor, upright with his fists balled up and up, ready for a fight.

A rat crawled up his leg and bit his hand as some of the green mutagen sprayed from the cracked tube and got all over Lou. He bit back a scream as he started to mutate into a rat.

Draxum growled. "You are no longer of use to me."

"I'm not leaving without the turtles."

"Then you won't be leaving."

The turtles fell to the ground. They chirped and thrilled in complaint. Draxum picked up the snapping turtle with a bored expression.

Lou charged at him, aiming to take the turtle from Draxum's hand instead of causing harm. He may have said he would never fight again, but these four children were counting on him to get them to safety.

He barely knew them, but he decided that he would fight every day if he had to if it meant they would be safe.

Draxum dodged his attack, jumping out of the way. He happened to land on an unstable patch of ground. He, the turtle, and the gargoyles fell through into the inky black void below. Draxum's scream slowly faded away.

"No!" Lou shouted as he ran to the hole. He looked down.

Deep down, he knew that he had no chance of getting the turtle back. But that didn't stop him from almost jumping after them.

What did stop him, however, was the little box shell turtle chirping. That drew his attention back to the other three.

Ever so carefully, Lou walked to them and picked them up. He placed the soft shell into his pocket and held the other two.

Quickly and quietly, Lou let free the other creatures trapped in the lab then set it on self destruct mode. He then left the place.

Guilt clouded his mind. He felt so awful about leaving the other, but he knew he didn't have a choice.

Lou ran for quite some time before he stopped nearby the Grand Nexus hotel. He'd rather not be anywhere near the place, but he was out of breath and needed to process what had just happened.

He sat down, setting the two turtles in his hands onto the ground. The soft shell had pulled itself into its shell and fell asleep.

His eyes felt heavy and he couldn't keep them open any longer. So, leaning against a graffitied wall, Lou fell asleep.

When he woke up, the box shell and red eared slider were gone. Panic filled his chest, and he quickly checked his pocket. He let out a sigh of relief when he pulled out the small soft shell that was still in its shell.

Leo sighed weakly and held it close to his chest. "I'll protect you, young one. I promise you that."

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