#old future Raphael

[nia-don-leeeee]

"The one who left...

The ones who were then LEFT BEHIND..."

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Yup, I knew I had to draw all these four depressed turtles (with the FACT that they are all CANON).

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Moving on with the Angst...

Wanna see some sketches I forgot to upload? HEHE

Sike more ANGST!

[hitwiththefandomz]

Based on @butterfilledpockets B.E.N.T. au of the future turtles.

P1 (I have some more to post)

P2

I’m definitely not fully versed in the details and personalities for each bad ending turtle, but I imagine this would definitely be a conversation they have because everyone misses good food

[kittpunk144]

F!RAPH AND F!MIKEY’S TURN?????

I forgot yesterday SO HAVE THEM BOTH

And

They deserve kisses also!!!

[nei-ning]

I've been thinking that comic of mine recently A LOT, wanting to create something similar to it and THEN YOU SLAM THIS TO MY FACE! :'D Are you, secretly and unknowingly, trying to hint me something?! xD

Old + Junior from Archie comic! Idea a belongs to @nei-ning fancomic ;D

[bulbabutt]

donnie probably starts to say "that makes no sense" but he gets smacked by everyone

cass apocalypse au papa raph infested my brain i cant think of anything else but like.... i realized casey jr has a funny twisted gap between his front teeth and that probably grew in like a snaggle tooth and i made myself cry about it

[sorivii]

Going through old concept comics bc I really want to post but am to busy to actually draw ;p

Anyway I remember at the start of PoH I wanted to explore Shelldon’s relationship with Raph specifically. He could practically be called Shelldons uncle. So I wanted to see more of that familial bond, the grief they both feel for their family but in different ways… ( ; _ ; )/

[foxsoulart]

Prompt 11 with Ghost Abduction Au

Prompt list

@truths33k3r4

(Don't think I've mentioned this before but Leon does get a body again in this au)

I had so much fun drawing this, not sure what he needs to go to the doctor for but he considers himself a perfectly adequate medic and doesn't think he needs anyone else for that. Is this grown man still a child and stubborn teenager at heart? Yes, yes he is.

Donnie is being soooo helpful and only filming.

[bambiraptorx]

Every so often I think about my I'm Not Dead Yet AU and like

It's generally agreed upon by the fandom that Raph is one of the first to die, right? ...What if his death is the turning point in the war? What if his death is the thing that makes his surviving family realize that, no matter if they succeed or not, that the world they grew up in is really gone? That they're fighting to restore a world that cannot be brought back?

But none of that matters to Raph, because he doesn't know that. He doesn't see how his family reacts to his death, because he doesn't truly die, he gets sent back in time. He might not realize it at first, but he's stuck in the past with no way of getting back to his family. Sure, he now has the power to find the Key and prevent the Krang from ever escaping the prison dimension, but if he does, the future versions of his family, the brothers he grew up alongside and lived through the end of the world with, will never exist.

Unrelated, now nobody knows he's a mutant except him. There are no other mutants, really. Everyone around him (at least in the Hidden City) assumes he's just another yokai. Maybe one with a tragic story, given all his scars, but plenty of yokai have those. A part of his identity is gone now, the part that he shared with his brothers. The part that made him one of them.

Tbh this is part of the reason he effectively changes his name to Ragnarok (or at least one of the factors) because what fun is having a character question his entire identity if he doesn't get a fun name change out of it lol

[legendweaver]

Hello, welcome to the Onryo Au!

This is my kinda rough synopsis and summary of the AU, both because the Masterpost is on hold till I either make a replacement banner, or Tech support gets back to me, and for @tmntaucompetition 2025

Questions, asks, art, reblogs are all welcome and wanted!

Synopsis: The Onryo AU is a cannon-divergent 2012 AU set years after the shows finale. It is partly inspired by Rise, other turtles media, and something else which can't reveal know for fear of spoiling the plot.

Only a few weeks after the boys 20th mutation day, they found themselves facing a monstrous undead Shredder, beyond anything they've ever seen. Only sealed away after Raphael's sacrifice, the family has slowly fallen apart in the years that followed, in their inability to save Raphael, or even know if hes still alive. The main meat of the story happens when the turtles are around 25, and Raph has been gone for five years. With one brother lost, and the family falling apart, new and old foe rise from the shadows, threatening to tear them apart for good. The tomb is empty, the seal broken, and the mysterious masked Onryo, an unnatural and twisted being has been tearing through the ninja clans that were gifted the pieces of Shredders armor. And as it slaughters and burns temples to the ground, seemingly unstoppable, with every piece it gathers it grows in power.

The timeline is broken in different eras, explored and shown in the "Pictures on the wall series" shown above. The linked compilation post also has poems for each post that adds more depth to them.

The Eras can be found on tags on posts, to help place them on the timeline.

-What Was Before- Cannon, it's divergence, up to the 20th mutation day. If they look young or happy, it's probably in here. -How it Happened- The "Incident" -What Came After- Everything between previous to main story. -Not Without You- Our main story

Images come from these plot relevant posts that hold designs and more tidbits: Raph Is Alone, The Future, Pictures On The Wall

Snapshots - Leo - The Onryo

comp stuff

There are more pieces and art on my account!

Despite the concept focusing on Raphael, I made very sure that every turtle gets their chance to shine, with plenty of development, attention, fights, and cool moments. From Nightwatcher Donnie, Mystic Warrior Leo, and Michelangelo who has his own thing going on, there is plenty to see. While the story is dark, bloody, deals with death, loss, and some gore, I can promise it has a happy ending!

[paintedkinzy-88]

Let's take a step back (or rather, forward) and indulge my wandering mind. Behold! Bad Future Dragos!

I want it to be clear that these are at the... latest point in their lives (AKA, before they die) rather than all at the same time. The design choices are very deliberate in that case.

As always, off I ramble---

Raphael was often called the "Umbrella" of the Resistance, due to his habit of shielding those around him with his wings. He's always done this, ever since he was a dragonet, but the danger is much more real now, and he has a lot more people to protect. As it is, his wings are torn beyond repair. Unless he uses his Ninpo, flying is no longer an option. It's also because of this tendency to constantly throw himself into the front lines that he lost one of his legs. Lucky, Donnie was able to craft multiple prosthetics for him, as his size grew bigger and bigger each day, at a much faster rate than his brothers. Unfortunately, this also made him a bigger target, as he was the first Hamato casualty.

Speaking of Donnie, that serpent held the Resistance together, no doubt about it. He wasn't often put on the battlefield, as his skills were much more needed within their bases building defenses, weapons, armor, indoor gardens, and so much more. He was essential to their survival, working the hardest out of the group of engineers and construction workers they were able to recruit. However, after loosing his tail, back leg, and, temporarily, his voice to Krang hounds, he was kept strictly on base only, much to his dismay. With his focus so narrowed down to just build build build, Donnie created more and more pieces of tech to help him do so, like multiple Shelldon bodies and a constant supply of robot arms (that could of course be used as weapons in a pinch). In the end, keeping him so guarded didn't matter. When one of their hideouts was ransacked before they could escape, Donnie stayed behind to initiate a self destruct. He took out the sister Krang in the blast, as well as a sizable chunk of their army.

Leo was the seemingly fearless leader of the survivors, his way of words convincing countless people of all kinds to join their forces. He actually only took charge after Draxum's death, since the yokai had previous experiences in mass wars and lead them as well as he could prior to Leo. His fins have certainly seen better days, but swimming wasn't much of an option after a few years anyways, as the Krang eventually made the oceans far to toxic to be in. Eventually, with his fins so torn up, Donnie did make him prosthetic wings, as attacking from the air was such an incredible advantage. He also ended up taking one of Raph's old arms after a wound left them having to amputate, and resources to build a brand new one were slim pickings. Sadly, after Donnie's passing, there wasn't anyone with the same knowledge to fix and manage the wings, leading to them eventually just breaking off. Leo mostly uses them to stab aliens now.

Mikey gained a growing group of worshippers rather quickly. He hates it immensely, but his family finds it hilarious. With his mystic powers only gaining strength, and getting increasingly flashy as well, it wasn't too much of a surprise that people would see him as an angel, godlike figure, or deity. He was the heaviest hitter of the Resistance, even before Raph's passing, and spent any free time he had either speaking to their ancestors or helping people nurture the little remaining hope in their base. Despite being almost constantly on the frontlines of the worst battles, Mikey has the fewest scars.

AND, FINALLY: Heights. With a quickly added April to help out. Again, these are at the latest stage of their lives, because Raph would definitely have been Much Bigger Than That had he lived to be Leo's old man age.

(And Donnie has always been the taller twin. It's not his fault Leo had more time to gain a few inches on him.)

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

Hark! I submit an official request for Raphael and someone (dealer’s choice) getting hit with the old Sex Pollen. It could be a trick by Haarlep or a plant/mushroom releasing pollen/spores in Faerûn during one of his visits. I leave circumstances to your brilliant imagination.

I love the sex pollen trope and would love to see you write it :) As always, feel free to make him or both of them as tame or unhinged as you like! Thank you! 💕

❤️

Raph gets pollened ☺️

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There was a lot of strange stuff to find laying about in the ruins of Moonrise Towers. Most of it caked in dirt, dust, and other unidentifiable substances. The kleptomaniac in Tav had her poking around, putting her mitts on everything before those little tiefling gobshites stripped the place bare.

She was enamoured by something: a big round vial that contained some viscous liquid which, when Tav cleaned the bottle a little, glowed an ominous dark purple. The stopper was wedged too tight to open. It had been fermenting for a long, long time. Tav had discovered the bottle in a box with a decrepit occult codex of some kind and a burned out incense holder. Bizarre findings that warranted further investigation – after she’d raided everything else of value, of course.

“Well, well. Where should I find the mouse but scurrying about in a ruined old attic? Apt.”

“Shit!”

Tav nearly leapt out of her skin. The bottle went flying, shattering on the ground. A thin, noxious violet gas began to seep from its shattered corpse. The smell was pungent, stomach-churning; like rotten eggs and swamp water. Tav coughed and gagged, eyes wet, glaring at the devil who’d startled her so badly. He stood there innocently, unassuming, a single eyebrow raised at her display of drama. So much for finding out what that potion did.

“Do you enjoy getting the jump on people, devil?” She said waspishly, moving further away from the mess. “Gods, that stinks.”

“Sometimes. Mortals are much more likely to agree to certain things when they’re frightened,” Raphael purred. He tilted his head, taking a small whiff of the gas. “Hmm…it smells like peaches to me.”

Peaches, sure. “What do you want?” Tav crossed her arms. Never turn your back on a devil. Especially this one.

“Merely to see why my favourite future client isn’t celebrating with the rest of her merry band,” said Raphael. Tav noticed he was surreptitiously inhaling deeper sniffs of the potion, like a dog that had caught an interesting scent on the wind. He may not have realised he was doing it. “After all, you freed the angel. You struck down the avatar of a God. One would think a hero of such calibre would at least raise a glass or two in victory, no?”

“I don’t like crowds,” muttered Tav, keenly aware he was mocking her. He was always mocking her. Raphael shifted his feet, coming just a bit closer.

“Yes, I know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I know a lot about you, Tav. I know the kinds of people you used to do business with before the mindflayers took you. I know the kind of work you did. I know where you came from, and where you were going before all of this.”

“What?” Tav stared at him, aghast. A mix of horror and, inexplicably, intrigue squirmed in her belly. How did he know these things? Why did he know these things? Something was off, though. Raphael seemed, for a brief moment, as shocked by his words as she.

“All that is to say…” He adjusted his collar. Loosened it. “Hells. Why is it so damn warm all of a sudden?”

In a crumbling tower, battered by the chilling miasma of the shadow curse, the only warmth came from the Infernal himself. “It’s cold up here,” Tav said slowly. A bead of sweat rolled down Raphael’s temple in contrast. “Are…you okay?”

“What a stupid question,” the devil snapped. He was becoming flustered, a fetching flush spreading across his harsh cheeks and the bridge of his handsome nose. “I must return to the Hells. Goodbye.”

He clicked his fingers, intending to disappear in a burst of hellfire as usual, but nothing happened. A mere sputtering of sparks from his fingertips fluttered and died. Outraged, Raphael clicked them again, harder, as Tav watched with mounting anxiety. No portal opened. The devil went nowhere.

“Foolish little bint,” he snarled at her. Revealed his pointed canines when he sneered. Tav saw his pupils were rapidly expanding, consuming the sweet brown of his human irises. “What was in that bottle you dropped?”

“I don’t know,” Tav bit back. Always aggressive when she felt cornered. “And you’re the reason I dropped it in the first place. Maybe this will teach you to stop needlessly scaring people, though I bloody doubt it.”

“If you don’t watch your tongue when you speak to me, I’ll pluck it out of your filthy mouth,” Raphael threatened, low and throatily. He tugged his collar open completely, revealing his neck and some teasing wisps of chest hair.

“Oh I see, the devil’s feeling a bit poorly so he finally shows his true colours,” crooned Tav. “It’s about time. I was getting tired of your gentleman act, you know.”

“Ah…to have your skin hanging on a hook in my foyer would be such a delight…” Rumbled the devil, almost absently. He began to unfasten the buttons of his jacket.

“What are you doing?!” Barked Tav. He didn’t answer. Tossed his coat aside and moved onto the buttons of his fancy white shirt. It was damp with sweat – and this was when Tav noticed the bulge between Raphael’s legs. His cock, hard and proud, strained in the fabric of his trousers. A hot spike of desire shot through Tav’s body. “Oh, shit…”

The potion must have been some kind of demented aphrodisiac, made potent enough over time that just a few inhales was all it took. It must’ve been pretty strong indeed if Raphael was crumbling under its influence so fast. Except it wasn’t affecting Tav. She could admit – only to herself – that her tingles of arousal looking at Raphael’s big, deft, tawny hands work the small buttons of his clothes, at the glistening, hairy skin of his chest as he opened his shirt, at his puffy dark nipples, at the trail of fuzz going down his soft middle to vanish below his belt, at the outline of his erection, at the wet spot its leaking head made on his trousers…they were on Tav alone. She’d been attracted to the smarmy devil from the start.

Figuring all this out, Tav had one thing to consider as Raphael reached for his belt: what did she do?

Indulge, of course. An opportunity like this only appeared once in a lifetime. A street cat like Tav knew it better than most.

So she bit her lip, breath baited, as Raphael freed his cock and balls, both fat with need. Ogled as he furiously, shamelessly, rubbed his prick, squeezed its swollen sticky dark pink head, his tight scrotum bouncing with the force, staring right at her as he did. Sighed when he came in moments, grunting, cum spilling on the ground, all over his knuckles, everywhere. His expression was stormy, devoid of relief or rapture, his cock refusing to soften.

“It’s not enough,” he hissed even as he milked more cum from himself in oozing pearls that lazily trickled between his glans, teeth bared in frustration. “It’s not enough.”

He looked furious, frantic, frayed, and so, so fuckable.

“Come here, then,” said Tav, distantly aware of how breathy she sounded, “let’s try something else.”

He was on her in a second. A waiting predator pouncing on its prey. Tav could barely gasp before he was swallowing her mouth in harsh, biting kisses, one hand fisting the hair at the back of her head, the other holding her hip with bruising strength. Tav greedily put her hands all over him, yanking his silky too-perfect hair, scratching his slick chest and stomach, crushing handfuls of his pliant backside. He was like a furnace, radiating stifling heat. He smelled like cherries and musky sweat. So human, but for the hint of sulphur he simply couldn’t hide. His tongue tasted like wine and fire when he forced it into her mouth, hungrily licking behind her teeth. He was a man unravelling, so much desire pressed beneath the surface just waiting for an excuse like this to burst free, and Tav wanted to see it all.

“Wretch,” Raphael spat when they broke apart. The ribbons of saliva connecting their lips were tinged red. He’d bitten her bloody. “Invading my thoughts…my dreams…and now my body…”

“Your fault,” Tav retorted, crying out when he jerked her head back, rolling his aching prick against her clothed sex.

“Inside,” he growled, losing coherence, “need to be inside…”

He manhandled her, pushing her onto a nearby broken desk. With one hand, and in one yank, he pulled her trousers and smallclothes down to her ankles. Tav heard fabric rip but couldn’t find the will to care. The eerie, twisted moonlight coming in from jagged cracks in the stone, the cursed lands’ grotesque long shadows – these things stretched and warped Raphael’s silhouette into the monster he truly was. Tav swore she felt claws, fangs, horns, saw the glint of yellow eyes…but he was still a man, driven and desperate, who pried her thighs open and stuffed her full of his cock, who rocked up on the balls of his feet to get as deep inside her cunt as possible.

“Fuck,” she groaned, raking her fingernails down his back. She was wet and willing, but it had been a while, he’d entered her without preamble, and his cock was thick. He was unforgiving, selfish, searching only for his own pleasure. The stretch, the burn, as he used her, fucking her hard, fast, violent, was hideous and exquisite. She clenched her cunt around his cock and he came immediately, snorting into her ear like a rutting bull. Filled her womb with hot liquid release. She could feel it spurting out of his cock with every throb. He had so much to give, and still he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Much to Tav’s delight.

There would be Hell to pay when this was over.

[risestarkiss]

...So, I don't know if you know this, but...

I won't be making written "Rise Ramblings" posts anymore.

That era has come to an end...

Oh, but that does NOT mean the end of "Rise Ramblings."

No way, fam. We're just getting started.

Instead of clogging up your timeline with extra super long posts and gifs out the wazoo, I'm now condensing my incessant ramblings about little green men into a convenient visual package!

....videos, they'll now be videos y'all. 😌💜

Plus, I have SO many never before seen ramblings just for this occasion!

If you liked my old Rise Rambles, you're going to love these!

Actually, I want to make SURE that you love them, so...

I have a question for you:

There are two types of Rise Ramblings - long form and short form.

An example of each is now on my channel:

○ "Petty" is a short form Rise Rambling, reimagined exactly as I’ve always envisioned it. 😌💙

○ "A Raphael Character Analysis" is a never before seen, long form Rise Rambling. It does not exist on tumblr in written form. It is a video exclusive.

SO, I'm asking for your critique/advise:

For these two videos, what do you like or dislike about them? What would you like to see done differently in future videos?

You see, I have several more RRs in the making. However, I want to be sure to apply your critiques to those videos so that I know that you will love them! 😁

SO let me know, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I can take it!

💜💜💜 THANK YOU SO MUCH IN ADVANCE!!!!💜💜💜

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YOUTUBE | KOFI | 🎵 BANDCAMP 🎵

[tmnt-multiverse-election]

Current Nominees

Updated 8/14/24 (if you recieved more nominations, there will be a + showing how many)

I am tagging the creators so they know if they've been nominated. If they wish to retract the nomination, they can let me know.

Donnie @phykoha (Tiny Mutant Feral Turtles) - 1

Future Leo @nani-nonny (Reunion) - 1

Tenoch Oroku @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Forgotten Clan) - 1

Donnie @consume6810 - 1

Omega @kathaynesart (Replica) - 15 +14

Mikey @seaghosstt (TMNT: Bay Area) - 1

Reticent Leo @tmnt-reticent (Reticent) - 1

April @theartofeverything (In This Together) - 1

Donnie @kaysdenofchaos (Teenage Mutant Meddling Turtles) - 2 +1

Venus @ (Jumpstart Separated) - 1

Sensei Donatello @theredponcho (Microwave) - 1

Swanattello @tangledinink (Swanattello) - 1

Mikey @ (Deep Water) - 1

Dai @sweeneydino (Paper Scales/Little Dragons) - 6 +5

Hamato Antonello @ants-turquoisewave (Led Astray) - 2

Kasey Jones @caseyjones-junior (Krang Parasite) - 2 +1

Baby Mikey @pezhead (Age Gap) - 1

Mikey's Cat @anomalysstuff (Anomaly) - 1

Splinter @broken-slime-boi (Grayscale) - 2 +1

Yuichi Usagi @azucar-skull (Feral Casey) - 2 +1

Marcelo @irequirealobotomy (Just Around The Corner) - 2 +1

Leonardo @dancingthesambaa (Star Blind) - 1

Cerise Mylene Hamato @fanartmayhem (Mikey's Unplanned Purpose) - 1

Calamari @cokoweee (Quilt) - 1

Glamrock Raph @thejade-forest (RotTMNT x SB)

Ghost @amevello-blue (Ghost In The Shell) - 3 +2

Casey Jones Jr @delicatechildwitch (Old Soul) - 1

Shelldon @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Lifetime Achievement Award) - 1

Donatello @kaysdenofchaos (Battle Scars) - 2 +1 & Leo

Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo (Reminiscing That Old Time) - 1

Maro @eternalleader - 1

Villain Mikey @onionninjasstuff (Villain PB&J) - 3 +2

Future Leo @cosmoscrow (Odd Man Out) - 2 +1

Donnie @jacky_fruit3529 (Deep Water) - 1

Cassandra Jones @gremlinscomics (Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself) - 1

Donatello @cryptidofthecove - 2

Caiji @gornackeaterofworlds (Butterfly Effect) - 4 +1

Mustachello @revitalizationrat (Mustachello) - 4 +1

Poptart @intotheelliwoods (2 Arms Left) - 4

Toast @intotheelliwoods (2 Arms Left) - 5 +2

Liam @fishsticksloser (Last Echoes) - 6 +1

NEW

Krangified Donnie @abbeyofcyn (Krangified Donnie) - 1

Raphael @thegunnsara (Hamato Warriors) - 1

Feral Leo @cupcakeslushie (feral Leo au) - 2

Kid Leo @angelpuns (Kid Leo au) - 1

August Hamato @star-sparkler (August Hamato) - 2

Leo @villainleoau (Villain Leo au) - 1

Raphael @remedyturtles (Firefight) - 1

Hop @nights-flying-fox (Dimention Hopper Leo) - 2

Future Leo @loryska2 (GooseyLeo) - 1

Leo @andistarbee (Extra) - 1

Brook @

Feral Donnie @kittynomore (Snapper Lou) - 2

Mikey @allyheart707 (Little Subjects) - 2

Prince DubbleBubble @sketchiefoxie (Rottmnt x Adventure Time) - 1

Frigid Leon @sketchiefoxie (Rottmnt x Adventure Time) - 1

Mikey @tizeline (Tiz Sep) - 3

Draxum @tizeline (Tiz Sep) - 1

Donnie @tizeline (Tiz Sep) - 1

Leo @nights-flying-fox & @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Gentle Hands I Don't Recall) - 1

Micheal @gingerchickens (Astray) - 1

Leo @kathaynesart (Replica) - 1

Chompy @probably-not-a-rutabaga (Mutant Chompy) - 1

You have until the end of Friday this week to nominate. Show creators some support, ask them questions, and have fun.

[sorivii]

More future Raph stuff! More! I need to make moreeeeee!! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

He’s grumpy, he’s old and still a sweetie at heart.

[cimmerian1275]

I came up with the title for both of these chapters:

Arnt i hilarious? I am, i so totally am.

Heres DILLH future Raph w/o the text! He might be subject to small changes since this is the first time ive ever drawn him. Lookit that smile <3

Kinda spoilers in the tags for the chapter, i love my rambles in the tags.

𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦? |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

[Clothes kind of make the turtle]

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

Art above is done by one of the most talented artists I know! @cimmerian1275

Warnings: Honestly not much other than the usual angst but it’s like light angst

And of course, a quick thank you to my awesome beta reader Cimmerian who helped me out a lot with this chapter! Very talented and please, go give them a follow, love their work, etc.

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“Look over there, dude.”

“What? Why?”

“You see that yokai in the blue cloak?”

Murmurs spread about quietly in the cafeteria, a table not far from where Casey and Caden sat at, eating their food without noticing the way some of the people and yokai were glancing over to them, their eyes fixated on Caden.

“What about that guy?”

“Look closely.”

….

“Wait a second. Is that—“

“You see it too, right?”

The hushed voices grew louder, all people curious and eager to catch a glimpse of Caden who was chewing on some food that Draxum had brought over.

And while Caden and Casey didn’t seem to notice the attention they were unintentionally grabbing, Leo was quick to mentally note the stares, stiffening and shaking his head in realisation.

Shit… Caden was being noticed. He had to say something, right?

Leo stared firmly at Caden’s back, biting his lip in hesitation. Caden was actually enjoying himself right now, talking away with Casey, eating food, like he was a regular guy in the Resistance.

No… Caden was anything but regular. Leo narrows his eyes, taking confident steps closer to the unsuspecting mutant at the controls. 

Pull him away. Take control.

It would be so easy for Leo. Caden wouldn’t be able to do much if Leo grabbed him, pushing him back. Leo was the leader. He knew what was best for everyone, and if meant protecting his family, the innocent lives of these people, Leo would do whatever he could to stay in control of this body until its dying breath.

His hand almost brushed against Caden’s shoulder, but he reeled it back when a shout from the real world caught his attention, Caden flinching for a moment at the sound.

April.

She had burst through the doors of the cafeteria, looking around and spotting Caden and Casey. “You two! Come with me.” She ordered, Casey automatically got up and jogged over. Caden waited a moment to process her demand until he cautiously got up and followed, looking a little hesitant, as though he was in trouble.

Leo sighs, relieved that April arrived and took Caden from the cafeteria to avoid more potential rumours spreading about.

“Commander O’Neil? What’s wrong?” Casey inquired, walking alongside her as she hums for a moment, leading the two confused teens down the hall and into a room. Inside the room was Mikey and Donnie, the latter looking a bit displeased at the sight of Caden.

Casey and Caden themselves were at a loss for what was going on.

“Didn’t I tell you to let one of us know about your whereabouts?” Donnie narrowed his eyes at Caden, who blinked and crossed his arms.

“I don’t see why I gotta. Can’t I do things on my own?” He argued back, making the soft shell groan and rub a hand over his face.

Mikey awkwardly chuckles, cutting into the conversation. “In any case! This is actually a bit of a fun activity we have planned.” Mikey stated, smiling brightly as he walked over, weaving behind Caden and grabbing his shoulders gently, pushing him towards the middle of the room.

“Hey—!” Caden yelps, eyes wide when Donnie hums and walks over, taking out a measuring tape.

“Arms out in a T-pose, Leo.” He instructs, using the name of his dead brother much to the annoyance of Caden.

“I’m not Leo. You know, I’m starting to think maybe you’re the ones with amnesia.”

Donnie rolls his eyes at his comment, “Nice to see your attitude is still intact.” He mumbled under his breath, making the red eared slider in front of him give an annoyed huff before holding his arms out, watching as Donnie measured them with the tape.

“Huh… I see. Same specs of what you were like as a teen it seems. How fascinating…” Donnie muttered to himself, mentally noting the measurements. He did the same to the other arm and his legs.

He had then wrapped the tape around Caden’s waist, surprising the mutant who stiffened at the closeness. Donnie hums to himself again, pulling away and activating a holographic screen from his tech gauntlet.

“Mikey, I’m sending the measurements over to you now. You and April can get started on the pants and whatnot. I’ll be doing the accessories.”

Casey blinks before perking up in realisation, “Oh, I see! You called us here because you're giving Caden clothes?” He grins eagerly, curious as to what design they’ll go for.

“Clothes…? Didn’t Casey and I talk about that earlier?” Caden grumbled out, tilting his head to the side as Donnie smirks.

“Yep! I might’ve overheard it from the security camera.” He proudly proclaims, hands on hips as Caden widened his eyes at the mention of a camera.

“You have cameras in the cafeteria?”

“Of course. Can never be too careful.”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“What? Of course—not—anyways” Mikey smiles as he and April begin walking past. “I’ll start drawing up some ideas. Depending on, well, everything, you could be getting your clothes by the end of the day.”

Caden blinked, “That’s rather quick… can you really work that fast?” He asks, carefully eyeing Mikey who nods and places a confident hand on his shoulder.

“With my mystic powers, I can do probably anything.” He cockily states, laughing as Caden only grimaced in awkwardness. He didn’t know much about mystics, or anything about it.

But perhaps Mikey was right about his powers, even if Caden only saw a glimpse of it during his time awake.

“Let’s go, oh great mystic warrior.” April playfully teases, grabbing the mutant box turtle by his own cloak and dragging him out of the room, she pauses and turns to Casey. “Casey, you’re with us. Unlike Mikey, I don’t have those cool mystic abilities. So I’ll need some extra hands.” She announced, gesturing for Casey to follow after, the human boy brightened up and jogged after her as she and Mikey exited the room.

Caden frowns, unsure of what to do next. He gazes back at Donnie who had already turned away, the purple illumination of his holographic screen brightened around him, and he was mumbling to himself as he tapped away on the various screens.

He looks busy…

Caden concluded to himself and turned away, walking off and out the room, he closed the door to give privacy for Donatello. Sighing, he looks around to see what he could probably do now.

“Want my opinion? Go do some training. You really need it.”

Caden scoffed under his breath at Leo’s implied insult of him needing the training. And while yes, he wasn’t entirely wrong, he didn't have to say it so sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah. I gotta go retrieve your swords first.” He spoke softly, looking left and right, he believed the way to Leo’s room was to the right, and since Leo wasn’t correcting him, he must’ve picked the correct way.

“Remember, keep your head down, hood up. Don’t talk to anyone.”

Caden rolls his eyes at the reminder from Leo. He couldn't understand why they wanted him to hide, it’s not like the Resistance would hurt him, right?

Caden tugged the hood of his cloak over his head, muttering something unintelligible under his breath as he headed down the dim corridor. The halls of the Resistance base were quieter now, the buzz from the cafeteria long behind him. Occasionally, a few humans and yokai passed him by, giving him curious glances—but none dared to speak. Whether it was because they saw him as another ordinary yokai, or just sensing his unease, he couldn’t tell.

“Almost there,” Leo murmured in his head, a calm but firm presence that seemed to loom just beneath Caden’s thoughts. “Second door on the left.”

Caden paused at the door Leo indicated. It was his room, he was able to tell due to the fact he recognised the doorway. 

He grabs the handle and pulls it open, peeking inside as he ventures further inside the room that wasn’t his. A shimmer of light on the blades caught his eyes, and he walked over.

“There they are…” Caden muttered, as the blades sat there unmoving against the wall. He could feel Leo suddenly stir within him at the sight, a wave of emotion he couldn’t quite identify—nostalgia? Regret? Maybe a mix of both.

As Caden reached out and carefully lifted one of the swords, he recoiled out of surprise as the weight of it settled in his hand. It actually felt… familiar. Too familiar.

“Do they feel right?” Leo asked.

“I don’t know,” Caden said aloud, almost without thinking. “They’re yours, not mine.”

“They’re ours now. Whether we like it or not.” Leo replied, his brows knitted slightly together as though he was in deep thought. “And if you’re going to survive out here, you’re going to need to use them.”

Caden’s grip tightened. He didn’t like the idea of fighting. He didn’t like the idea of being needed for violence. But something about holding the sword—maybe it was Leo, maybe it was instinct—made him feel grounded. Stronger.

“I’ll train,” He said finally. “But not because you’re telling me to.”

Leo didn’t respond. Not right away.

Then: “Let's move onto training then.”

Caden nodded to himself, holding the twin katanas together in his hands, turning around and exiting the bedroom that was Leo’s.

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The training room was empty, save for the faint humming of lights above and the dull thuds of Caden’s repeated failures echoing off the walls. He stood in the middle of the dojo mat, panting, sweating, and trying—really trying—not to scream in frustration.

The twin swords lay a few feet away, knocked from his hands again. His foot ached from where he’d tripped—again. And Leo’s voice in his head was not helping.

“That’s the third time you lost your grip. Maybe next time don’t hold them like you’re scared they’ll bite.”

“I’m not scared!” He snapped aloud, glaring at the swords on the ground like they’d betrayed him. “They’re just—ugh—they don’t feel right sometimes when I use them.”

“They won’t feel right if you keep flailing around.”

“Wow. Thanks. That’s super motivating.”

Leo’s mental sigh was audible, somehow laced with both judgment and exhaustion.

“Look, I’m just saying—if you’re gonna use my swords, at least try to use them correctly. You're gripping too high. Your footwork’s trash. You keep stepping with your back leg first, like you're walking into a grocery store, not a fight.”

Caden groaned, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I have never even been in a grocery store. Look, I didn’t grow up doing this, alright? I only just woke up after all.”

“Look, I’m not thrilled about this either, but you're the only one who is able to help out the Resistance. as my…” Leo hesitated in finishing his sentence, but he shook his head and opened his mouth. “As my temporary replacement. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”

That quieted Caden for a beat. He knelt down and picked up the swords again, slower this time, adjusting his grip as Leo had described—lower, more balanced.

“Better. Now square your stance. Knees slightly bent. There. Now try the form again.”

Caden moved through the sequence Leo had been drilling into him for the last hour. Step, slash, pivot—he over-rotated and nearly lost his balance again.

“Too much. You’re not trying to spin into orbit.”

“Do you ever say anything nice?”

“Not to people who trip over their own feet trying to perform a basic kata.”

Caden growled and slashed at the air harder than necessary, making the blade whistle—but his form slipped, and he had to stumble to keep from falling on his ass.

“I swear, I’m gonna chuck these across the room—”

“You throw my swords and I’ll haunt your dreams.”

Caden bitterly scoffs, “You already do. Your whole thing is just haunting me whether I’m awake or asleep.”

Caden pauses, standing still, breathing heavily. His muscles ached. His hands stung. He was tired. How were the others able to do this for hours on end?

Gulping in a breath of air, doing what he can to calm down and relax his rising frustration.

“Again,” He muttered.

“…What?”  

“Run it again. I’ll get it.”

Leo was silent for a second—surprised, maybe even a little impressed. “Alright. From the top. Step one: don’t suck.”

Caden couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled at his lip as he reset his stance. 

“Lead the way, sensei jackass.”

Leo twitched his eye and corner of his lip at what he hoped was meant to be a playful insult from the teenager. He let out a tiny huff of exhaustion, but he had to admit, Caden sure as hell was quite stubborn and knew what to say to both get under Leo’s skin and to maybe… hype him up to teach.

Leo hadn’t had much of a chance to teach others, he taught Casey for a while, in fact he was still in the process of being his sensei, but that was sadly put on hold when Leo was stuck inside Caden.

He really hopes his brothers and April are giving Casey the teachings that Leo is unable to provide at the moment. But with Caden, well, it was a little reminder of Leo first teaching Casey how to take a proper stance, how to wield a weapon that best suited them.

For Caden, it was the swords. His swords. But maybe it was the fact that Leo was slowly starting to see himself in Caden, or some sort of part of him, and therefore felt like this teen was best suited for the katana’s.

If anything, Leo could most definitely notice the similarities between Caden and himself back when he was just starting his own ninja training. How his dad, Splinter, took time out of his day of showing the way of the sword. Granted Leo also took his teaching from old movies or YouTube videos back then, but Splinter helped him get the very basics down.

If only there were recordings of these videos still around, maybe Leo could get Caden to sit down and watch. But last he checked, Donnie never actually started recording everything until he was at least around 7. And by then, Leo had already gotten quite handy with his blades, and from then on just mostly taught himself.

Step back. Thrust forward. Ignore the burning pain in your arm. Concentrate. Don’t lose focus.

Jab the blade forward. Use the other to sweep under your imaginary opponent. Careful, don’t get distracted.

Caden was half listening to Leo’s ramblings but now he had blocked him out, relying mostly on instinct, doing what he believed felt right. Leo hadn’t corrected or commented on Caden’s own little routine he was doing. Occasionally he’ll mumble in his ear through the mindscape, telling him to fix his footing, don’t swing too hard but not too lightly either.

Caden had a long way to go before he reached great Master Leonardo levels of swordsmanship. But he could tell he was slowly gaining control of his movements, he just had to stay focused. Continue this routine.

“Leo? Leo!”

Caden gasps at the sudden intrusion of the booming voice calling out to him—no, to Leo. Not him. 

He was midway through a thrust of the sword until he fumbled over his feet for leaning too much forward, he staggered, but he regained quick balance as he hunched forward, sweat dripping down from his forehead and onto the dojo mat.

He stood up a bit straighter, turning to see who it was that came barging in and interrupting his training.

Raph.

Once their eyes met, Raph narrowed his gaze, clicking his tongue. “Leo! I was just told that you went to the cafeteria alone? And now you’re in the dojo alone?” He hisses, storming inside and striding to the puzzled young teen.

He wanted to correct the large snapper mutant that he wasn’t Leo, but he couldn’t form the sentence when he was so distracted about the fact that Raph seemed ticked off about their little agreement that Caden didn’t even get a say in.

“I wasn’t alone. Casey was there.”

“That doesn’t matter! Cadey’s a kid! You gotta tell one of us!” Raph scolds, pointing to himself in emphasis. Caden narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth together, it felt like Raph was seeing him as some sort of idiot.

“What is so bad that I can’t go to a cafeteria for food?! So what if people see me? It’s not like I know them!”

“But they’ll know you! Your goddamn Leonardo Hamato. Leader of the Resistance. Who shrunk down into a teen with no memories of his past, no memory of his responsibilities!”

Raph growls, towering over what he truly believed was his younger brother. Leo inside Caden’s mind, felt his throat slightly clenching, his hands turning into fists.

He knew Raph was just stressed about this whole situation. Scared.

Leo can relate to that.

Caden however, could not. He is not Leonardo. He is not the leader that everyone thinks he is. And only Leo seemed to know the truth about that.

Caden glares, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated under the intense disapproving look of Raphael. “It’s not my fault…” He grumbled to himself, looking away with a slight scowl.

Raph’s eyes went wide for a brief second. For a moment, he saw Leo back when he was a teenager, back when he was young, naive and didn’t seem to care for his responsibilities.

An uncaring brother who just wants to goof-off. Be difficult just because. Someone who didn’t think ahead of the consequences.

A teen Leo before this whole apocalypse started. Before he was appointed as leader.

It felt nostalgic for Raph, being brought back to the distant memories of those rowdy times. But he didn’t miss the arguments. Not that he and Leo didn’t still argue while in this apocalyptic era.

“You just don’t seem to get it Leo.”

Caden froze, blinking up at Raph, body tensing. And Leo had the same reaction, his arms were crossed over his plastron, but Caden could identify the slight change of his behaviour.

Raph had seemed to notice the change in Caden’s demeanour. Making him feel immense guilt afterwards for snapping at him like that, he sighs, placing a hand over his face and rubbing his temple.

“I… sorry, Raph doesn’t wanna argue… I just—“

He groans, suddenly running out of words to say as Caden gulps slightly, looking down. 

The two fell quiet, both unsure what to say next now. But Caden took in a deep breath, inhaling before exhaling.

“…can you show me how to throw a punch?”

Raph stared, baffled by the sudden request as Caden’s face remained mostly blank and hard to read, but had a hint of determination.

With an airy and relieved chuckle, Raph nods. “Sure thing brother.” He softly spoke, nodding his head while walking over to stand next to him.

“Kid? What are you doing?” Leo had quipped in, puzzled but Caden didn’t turn to him, not in the mindscape. But he did speak.

“I don’t know. Raph’s the tank right? He seems to know how to punch. I could use that, right?”

He bites his lower lip before slowly looking over his shoulder to stare at Leo.

“I gotta get better don’t I? If I want to survive out here…”

Leo stiffens in place, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock. He didn’t think Caden was going to repeat what Leo said to himself when he was first instructing him with the sword training earlier.

…why did he feel some sort of sense of regret for saying that? 

He shakes his head, it was most likely nothing. He was just being a paranoid mutant. Sighing to himself and standing back quietly, his gaze fixated on Caden who had gone back to listen to Raph.

Raphael had weaved over to stand opposite in front of Caden, his snaggle tooth hanging out his lip with a little smirk of confidence. He gets into a wide but solid stance, relaxed, feet slightly apart but not too much.

Caden imitates his movements as Raph raises his arms up in front of his face. “Just copy what I do.” He starts, thrusting a fist out, Caden takes a second to process before he does the same, raising his arms up and throwing a fist out.

He looked up to Raph who nodded encouragingly, “Now pull it back in. And do the same thing with the other arm.” He instructs, going slow for Caden who silently appreciated it. It didn’t feel too forced or tense in comparison to Leo’s teachings.

His shoulders are tense, aching for a moment of rest but Caden was far focused to give in. Raph had been standing aside, arms crossed comfortably over his plastron.

“Okay. You’re thinkin’ too much now. Stop thinkin’ and start feelin’ it. Punchin’s not math Leo.” Raph softly teased at the ending of his comment, but Caden just furrowed his brow, nodding once. He adjusts his stance once more, his eyes never leaving Raph, not out of fear, but attention.

“It’s all about the core. You ain’t just throwin’ your arm out. It’s the legs, hips, then the shoulders, and then your fists.”

To show Caden, he throws a slow-motion punch, exaggerating the twist of his hips, the way the power would flow forward. Caden squinted his eyes, humming to himself as he took in the advice.

“Try it again. Don’t rush. Feel it.”

With a hesitant nod, Caden breathes in, planting his feet firm on the dojo mat. He twists, much like how Raph showed him, and throws a punch. It’s clean. Solid. His body whips from the momentum.

Raph beans, clapping. “There ya go! That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

Caden’s eyes light up a moment, feeling some sort of pride of the praise, and out of shock that apparently the punch was rather good, according to Raph’s reaction.

He smirks slightly to himself, he resets his posture once more and throws another punch out, more energetic. Raph happily beaming with a sense of pride, his tail for a second wagging in delight for Caden.

Caden thrusts out more punches, stepping forward as he does so, the sweat from his sword training and now this flinging off him. He didn’t seem to mind though, pausing and turning to Raph.

“Mikey was right…”

“Huh?”

Caden pants to catch his breath, lowering his arms to relax for a second. “You're a really good teacher.”

Raph gave a toothy smile, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. “Aw, it’s nothin’. Just being myself is all.” He tries to play it off, even though it was obvious that Caden’s comment seemed to have affected him, the tip of his large tail wagging.

Caden notices, how could he not when Raph wasn’t being subtle with hiding it. He snorts a little in amusement, crossing his arms.

“Better than someone I know.”

He could feel the intense gaze burning at the back of his head from the older red eared slider who had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time with Raph.

“Hm? Who?” Raph asks, curiously tilting his head as Caden slightly deadpans. “Ah… nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He avoids the subject, as Raph hums, observing Caden and his behaviour.

“I think you’ll be back to your normal self soon, Leo. Look at you, you’re natural at throwing a punch. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of your swords again in no time. Plus, it seems like you’re relaxing a bit more around us.”

….

Caden felt himself become slightly stiff. Jaw clenched. 

Right… Raph was still thinking he was hanging out with his little brother. He didn’t know. And Leo didn’t want him to know… anyone to know.

Caden did his best to not appear any different than he was a second ago. And it must’ve worked, Raph had been ranting on about something that Caden didn’t catch when he was somewhat spiralling a moment.

“Come on, let’s do a few more sets.” Raph settles on training more, eagerly getting into a stance he taught Caden earlier. Caden nods quietly, copying as much as he can.

Leo stood there in the mindscape, his eyes focused on his big brother. His arms are crossed, brows are drawn in and lips pressed tight. Just… watching.

He’s good at this.

Leo had thought when he saw the interaction between his brother and the young teenage mutant. 

He tightens his fingers on his arms, as he sees Raph gently tapping Caden’s elbow to adjust the angle.

“Elbow in. You’re bleedin’ power out the side like that.”

Caden fixes it. Tries again. Getting better. Still a bit flimsy, but better.

Leo observed silently.

Gritting his teeth, as he shakes his head and turns away from the training session. Not leaving, but he didn’t think he could watch how Raph was thinking that Caden was him. In the flesh. Just young and at a loss of memory.

It ticked him off. Leo is right here. But no one really knew that. He sighs, shoulders going limp for a moment as he takes in the realisation of something he really didn’t want to think about.

His brothers were adjusting now to a potential new and improved Leo.

No… it’s fine. This’ll be fixed. Somehow. 

Leo just has to be patient and continue shaping Caden into a warrior, get him prepared for the nasty reality of war that he’ll no doubt face.

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Time became less of a focus as Raph had been drilling punching techniques for Caden to learn and remember, the latter clearly exhausted and felt like he was ready to collapse and just sleep away peacefully for a week.

“Come on, one more set!”

“You… told me that, like five times.” Caden groans out, his arms falling to his sides, indicating that he had enough. 

Raph pouted, but he got the hint. “Okay, I guess that’s enough for you. I keep forgetting you’re in that little body now, so you are probably still adjustin’.”

“Yeah… sure, just…” Caden sits down on the dojo mat, wiping the sweat away from his face with his arm. Guess he could try again with a shower later.

A familiar ring tone caught their attention, Raph digging into his pockets and pulling out his communicator. “Hello?” He greets, unsure on who exactly was calling.

“Raphael, my dear older brother. Is Leo with you?”

The voice was loud enough for Caden to hear, looking up at Raph who nodded. “Yeah, he’s here with me. Did ya need him for something?” He inquired, one hand placed comfortably on his hip.

“Yeah. Bring him to the lab on the west end of the base. We have his clothes done and ready for him to try on.”

Caden perks up at this, standing up even if his legs were a little wobbly. “Clothes? Uh, sure. I’ll bring him over now.” Raph assures, hanging up the communicator and putting it into his pocket.

“Your getting clothes?” He asks Caden who shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah. I guess I am.” He mumbles, noticing how Raph slightly grins and heads in the direction to the exit of the dojo.

“About time.”

Caden deadpans at the comment, sighing and following after him, he made sure to pick up the swords he left on the floor earlier to do his punching drills.

It took only a few minutes of walking, Raph using his larger frame to block Caden from curious eyes if they saw Resistance members walking by.

But eventually they reached the safety of the lab, walking in once Raph’s hands automatically touched the handprint scanner, allowing him access to head inside.

“Ah, you made it.” Donnie was first to notice, swinging around on his chair to face them. Mikey, Casey and April stood to the side, blocking a table behind them.

“Leo! We finally finished them. Thanks to my mystic mojo!” Mikey grins, flicking his fingers in Caden’s direction with a cocky look.

April rolls her eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Come on over and see what we made for you.” She waved him over, patting the table behind her as she moved to the side as Caden walked closer in.

When he got to the table, he was puzzled when he saw a bunch of items he didn’t seem to quite know. He saw pants, and a pair of white gloves, along with long grey wrappings that he supposed would go up his arms.

Matching that was more long grey wrappings for his legs. A dark blue belt with a darker shade of grey of pouches attached. The familiar green emblem that the brothers wore on their clothes could be seen in the center of the belt.

His pants were a familiar shade of blue and his immediate thought was that it would match Leo. There was a pair of grey like knee guards too.

And the last item he saw was some kind of strap, holster contraption that he could only guess would go over his plastron, shoulder and shell, for putting the swords safely away in the back of the holsters.

“Wanna try them on?” Casey spoke up, smiling slightly up at him as Caden’s gaze flickered between everyone watching him. He felt like he should. Having no choice.

He sighs, “I suppose I should.” He mumbles, taking off his cloak first and laying it atop the table as he starts with the pants first.

With some assistance from everyone who had to help with the wrappings and putting the holster on, Caden was finally done. He turns around to face the others, awkwardly showing off his new look.

Donnie grins, nodding to himself.

“I must say, I’m rather impressed. Well done you three.” Donnie turns to the makers of the clothes, as Mikey chuckles.

“Thanks! Oh, and now to completely fulfill the look…” Mikey grabs the swords, skipping closer to Caden who recoiled back slightly as he gently grabs the blades.

He stares at them for a moment, it felt… strange as he knew what Mikey was indicating.

Put the swords in the holsters, and he would truly look like Leo.

…right?

He sighs, shaking his head as he lifts his swords up and with surprising ease, he slips the weapons inside the holsters that were on his shell.

He looks back at the others, who stare with confident grins, their words of praise at his new look falling on deaf ears as Caden gazed to the side, looking down at his hands and pants.

Wow… he felt different already. He never wore clothes before. Or anything for that matter.

He noticed the cloak, picking it up and hesitantly throwing it over his shoulders, putting it on.

“Not bad kid… you actually look decent.” Leo spoke up, his voice a bit distant but sounded approving nonetheless.

“Feels weird… but thanks. I think?”

Leo hums, his gaze flicking over to his friends and family. He wished he was there, speaking with them, smiling and laughing along.

One day… just have to be patient.

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He finally gets clothes!

Here’s a better look at his outfit!

APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE PRETTY FAST AND OFTEN DON’T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. THEN I’D TRY AND FIX ANY MISTAKES WHEN I SEE ONE.

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Belphegor: Snail but with no shell

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Satan: A what

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Diavolo: Maybe dogs lick us so much because they know there’s bones beneath our skin

Lucifer: This is worst thing you’ve said by far, thanks

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Satan: Beetroot?

Satan: You want beetroot?

Satan: You want fucking beetroot?

Beelzebub: Ingredience

Mammon: This post feels exactly like a conversation you would witness in a dream and think was completely normal and then wake up and think “what the fuck” for a single millisecond and then immediately forget about completely

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Diavolo: I’ve lost 20% of my couch

Diavolo: Ouch

Solomon: That’s the funniest couch joke I’ve seen sofa

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Asmodeus: What the fuck. What does this even mean. Who thinks of this shit, why is it so funny. I hate this site

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Mammon: You know what really gets my goat?

Barbatos: El chupacabra

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Leviathan: The future: holograms can physically touch you and there are 12 cases of homicide committed by Hatsune Miku

Solomon: Just 12?

Diavolo: It’ll be 13 if you don’t stop asking questions

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Satan: Do you ever get so excited you just want to crush a human skull in your hands

Mephistopheles: You just described breathing

Satan: I am fairly certain I Did Not

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Lucifer: This post was great until the last part, what are you implying

Mammon: Fool

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Solomon: Osmosis

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Satan: 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses

MC: The stables have turned

Mephistopheles: I laughed too hard at this and I hate you for it

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Leviathan: Guys, I’m sorry but I think December 31st is going to be my last day on Tumblr for this year

Leviathan: …If one more person asks me why I’m leaving

Diavolo: Kids, this is why school is important

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Lucifer: Well that’s just the risk you take if you decide to teach creative writing

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Raphael: Why do stores always say “gifts for her”??? Who is she? Why are millions of Americans being encouraged to buy gifts for this entity? Someone explain

Mammon: We must appease Her

MC: She is all that keeps the darkness at bay. Without Her the Old Ones will rise again, we must not disappoint Her

Solomon: She is watching. She knows.

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