#pitted-shell turtle

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The large compound island of New Guinea, and adjacent, tropical areas of Australia, are home to a remarkable turtle species, that is an outlier in at least four ways - its lack of close living relatives, its location, and its locomotion. This is the pig nosed or Fly River softshell turtle, also known as the pitted shell turtle, and Carettochelys insculpta. This curious freshwater turtle is now a common zoo exhibit, and occurs in the pet trade especially as cute juveniles, although it's size and cruising habit, make it problematic as a pet turtle. Fortunately care of C. insculpta is very well understood, and not problematic other than their requirement for living space.

C. insculpta is the only living Catettochelys species that is recognized. Very large individuals of this species reportedly have a carapace length of nearly 60 centimeters, or 24 inches. Yet more commonly they are around 25 centimeters, or 14 inches. In New Guinea this species is found only in the southern lowlands of the island, whereas in Australia it is found in Northern Territory. The exact distribution of C. insculpta is uncertain as regards both New Guinea and Australia, but the species is limited to the tropics.

The size of T. insculpta varies by geographical origin, with those from the Kikori area weighing 10 kilograms more than those from the Daly River. In spite of this, no morphological evidence has been presented to justify supposed subspecies distinctions. The great similarity between New Guinea and Northern Territory Carettochelys turtles, and their limited Australian distribution, indicate they dispersed to Australia from New Guinea at some time during the Quarternary.

Carettochelys are found in rivers and streams with soft bottoms and slow currents. Such habitats are rich in leaf litter and wood debris. They are also present in still water bodies in New Guinea. Hatchling Carettochelys can be found in New Guinea river deltas, but as adults they are migrated upstream. Australian populations do not frequent estuaries at all, and are thus more strictly freshwater. These Australian Catettochelys have more habitat available in the wet season, when they are able to move into nearby creeks, and exploit flooded floodplain environments.

Oftentimes people object that Caretrochelys are not true softshells, on the grounds that they are not members of the trionychid clade, that is named for Trionyx, an African softshell turtle. But Catettochelys is their definite sister, and together with the trionychids, they comprise the clade Trionychia. The first trionychians were already softshells, and the morphological status as softshell is inherited by both Carettochelys and its trionychid sisters.

The presence of a northern type turtle, like Catettochelys, in the Australasian realm is a bit of an enigma. Although there are no longer native carettochelyids in the northern hemisphere today, ancestral carettochelyids during the Eocene epoch, appear to have exclusively inhabited northern continents. Therefore ancestral Catettochelys must have reached island Australasia prior to their extinction in Asia. It is not known when carettochelyids arrived in Australasia, and there is currently only one species.

Some other New Guinea turtles, that are members of the trionychid group, are also of Asian affinities. All other Quarternary turtles in New Guinea and Australia, are either pleurodires or meiolaniids. Both these clades are descended from ancestors that were present since the breakup of Gondwana in the Cretaceous and Early Palaeogene. Northern type turtles in Australasia are much more recent arrivals in Australasia, and they are limited to the northern continental mainlands.

Australia has a well deserved reputation for her unique animal life, having evolved in isolation from those of their inhabited continents. However her isolation has not been total, and as she has been carried north towards Asia by forces below the earth's shallow crust, new kinds of animals have arrived on her shores from Asia, including murid rodents, and agamid and varanid lizards.

Although the biota and ecology of Australasia is distinct from that of Asia today, there is overlap between the animal and plant life of these continents, despite the lack of land connections between the continental masses of 'Sundaland' and 'Sahulland'. In fact the climate is an effective barrier, with drier and more season climates in eastern Indonesia, working with the sea to separate the rainforests on the Sunda shelf from those on New Guinea.

Climate zones within Australia largely limit New Guinean faunal and floral components, which include more Asiatic elements than those of Australia, to the north of Australia. The fauna and flora of which, cannot easily be demarcated apart from those of southern New Guinea. Indeed two land bridges across the present Torres Strait, had connected the island continents during the Pleistocene, during which time the sea levels were lower, allowing migration between what are now discontinuous land masses.

Although Catettochelys is unrelated to Holocene sea turtles, it swims with an unusual motion intermediate between the fore and aft rowing of typical, plesiopodal freshwater turtles, such as the red eared slider, and hydropodal sea turtles that swim by employing vertical strokes, or underwater flight. Like the sea turtles, Catettochelys makes more use of its deltoideus muscle in its swimming stroke, creating better forces of lift that facilitate pelagic abilities.

These turtles are quite catholic omnivores, consuming both plant and animal food resources, but their feeding habits become increasingly vegetarian as they mature. They feed extensively on tropical fruits such as Ficus, Sonneratia, and Nypa, that fall into the water where Carettochelys feed, and they also consume a broader diversity of waterside and aquatic plant material, such as the eelgrass Valisneria and algae.

Their aquarium diet should therefore include algae wafers and fresh fruits and vegetables, such as banana, melon, and lettuce. Dried preparations can be fed to these turtles, but it is much preferable to choose those with a rather low protein content. Usually they prefer to eat at the bottom so sinking pellets are a better choice than floating sticks. They will also readily eat defrosted and fresh meaty items. Respecting their omnivory, their diet should be varied and its vegetable component should make up about 2/3 of the diet of adult Carettochelys.

The animal prey that are consumed by Carettochelys are benthic and slow moving, including snails and crayfishes. Therefore these turtles are not suited for sharing an environment with hard shelled potential prey. They are also likely also to consume some aquarium plants. Vertebrates are said only to be eaten as carrion, but opportunistic predation on small, slow or sleeping fish cannot be excluded, because this is normal benthivorous turtle behavior.

Although they are active and efficient midwater swimmers, Carettochelys are foragers and not hunters. Fishes that are significantly larger than their heads will be safe. This species is also peaceable towards other turtles, and is often housed in zoos alongside Australasian pleurodires, of the genera Chelodina, Elseya, and Emydura. Indeed Catettochelys is by now a very popular species in mixed species exhibits, having a good tolerance of other animals, and being much easier to accommodate than are marine turtles.

Im spite of this overall good tolerance, Carettochelys males can actually be aggressive to one another, and in horny condition can harass females with tail biting behavior. Rarely males can be aggressive towards other turtle species, and even fish sharing their environment, but this is a statistical tail end effect, and cannot be considered typical. Usually it is sufficient not to cohabit two males together.

The morphology of the Catettochelys humerus is most similar to that of the trionychids, yet it's shape is convergent upon that of sea turtles. Overall the forelimbs are more efficient hydrofoils than is normal for a freshwater turtle, although they still walk and swim using an alternate coordination of all four limbs, despite being well capable of a graceful, penguin-like underwater flight using the forelimbs alone.

Compared to the trionychid sister clade, Catettochelys possesses elongated autopodia, making the forelimb a functioning underwater 'wing'. This elongation is already described in the extinct, northern hemisphere carettochelyids, but it is thought to be unique among all of the non-marine turtles. The swimming style of Carettochelys gives it an advantage when competing against pleurodire turtles, because it is useful for finding food in low energy environments. The mystery is why no turtles swim like this today, in the tropical rivers of the Congo, Amazonia, or Southeast Asia.

Catettochelys even possesses salt glands, but they are degenerated, like those of the gharial Gavialis, a riverine crocodilian descended from marine ancestors. However it is not resident in brackish environments as an adult, and should be regarded as a truly freshwater turtle. This species visits estuaries only to nest on sandbanks, before returning upstream as they grow. Some Carettochelys juveniles reside in brackish water with salinities up to 21 ppt, or a specific gravity of 1.015.

Often animals and plants that outlive their relatives, in the sense of the geological timescale, have shifted to novel environments. Like the gharial, and the South Asian, Chinese, and Amazon river 'dolphins', of middle Cenozoic origins, Carettochelys appears to represent the phenomenon of atypical, freshwater subclades surviving longer that their marine cousins.

Depending on the location and the time of the year, Carettochelys in the wild may experience an approximate spectrum of pH from 6.5 to 8.5, although the average pH in the river channels is surely 7 to 8. During the wet months, when Catettochelys make use of flooding to access the floodplain, the water pH is lower, despite the strange but widely circulated claim online, that Catettochelys requires hard, alkaline water parameters.

The water temperature in river channel environments is in the middle and upper 20s degrees centigrade. In floodplain habitats the temperature may seasonally reach the upper 30s. If they are maintained at brackish salinities, which is not necessary, the specific gravity should not reach 1.02, and they will still need to drink freshwater, as do marine snakes and birds with functioning salt glands, that still drink rainwater.

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Characters' handwriting in rise (in episode order)!

"Mystic mayhem". Splinter's handwriting is very unique and cool! Love how angular it is, his "o"s are more like triangles

"Origami Tsunami". It's not shown who wrote these signs (multiple turtles?). We see mikey put the "paper on sale" sign up but we don't see him write it. However, after gathering all the samples of the turtles' handwriting, i couldn't find one of leo's and this sloppiness doesn't quite match donnie's, raph's or mikey's, so i'm inclined to say this is leo's handwriting

"Shell in a Cell". Donnie's signature. Donnie writes in cursive in "origami tsunami" too

"Stuck on you". Raph's consistently shown to write in all caps. Also he wrote this on his right palm. Is raph left handed? But! In "pizza puffs" raph writes with his right hand. Maybe raph's ambidextrous orrrrr the artists just forgot

"Pizza Pit". Mikey's handwriting. His letters are offset. How interesting! Mikey writes in all caps in "bullhop" but a bit neater

"Warren & hypno, sitting in a tree". I LOVE that we can see this evolution of april's handwriting through the years, or at least her signature, from elementary school to highschool. I also love that we see her without her jacket

This list of shown handwriting is far from comprehensive, unfortunately, but handwriting is a great opportunity for characterization that i think's often overlooked. Idk if the crew sat down and chose unique handwriting styles for each character but that'd be cool if they did! I noticed most of the handwriting in rise is all caps across characters

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Tortue à nez de cochon - Elle vit exclusivement dans l'eau. Seules les femelles vont pondre leurs œufs dans le sable, tout en haut des berges. Les œufs éclosent dans l'eau lors des grandes crues. C'est la seule tortue dont les œufs éclosent dans l'eau.

Lieu : Nausicaa - Centre National de la Mer

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Three’s A Crowd

Summary: Video games can be emotionally intense, especially when you’re butting heads with the two idiots yelling at each other. So when Jeff and Ben decide to break their tie in another way, you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time: right in the middle.

Characters: BEN Drowned x Female Reader x Jeff the Killer

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Using a controller as a vibrator, threesome, fingering, toxic, Ben pressures you lowkey, embarrassment, power struggle, vaginal, creampie, cum mixing, competition, cunnilingus, Jeff and Ben flirt, dub-con, pining, suppressed emotions, jealousy, jealousy sex, angry sex, insults, overstimulation

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In your opinion, video games sucked.

Correction: The games themselves didn’t suck. The way they made the residents of the mansion act, sucked. 

It was so unruly. Screaming, throwing the controllers, weapons being whipped out at a poorly timed insult, they had no restraint. Everyone was pretty bad, yourself included, but Jeff and Ben were worst of all. The two idiots didn’t have respect for a single thing in their lives, and that principle carried over now as you were hunched between them on the shabby couch in the living room. 

It was well into the night, and most of the creeps were either asleep or out on a mission for Slender, so the boys ruled they could be as reckless as they wanted without consequence. Jeff had hauled you along too, ripping you from your comfortable bed to act as a witness to whoever won the match of Mario Kart. However, six rounds later, the two of them were leaning forward heavily and cursing at every bad move. Elbows perched on knees as the bright glow from the TV cast a haze over the room, your phone distracting you as they shoved and bumped into your curled-up body. “One more shell and I’m punching you.” Ben grit, Jeff laughed.

Ben was playing as Link, obviously, but Jeff was heavily set on playing as Rosalina because she’s “emo and fuckin’ hot”. You thought it was crude, but as the little princess chucked another blue turtle shell as Link, Jeff secured his win, tying the boys up. Three each, no clear winner and the exhaustion was starting to set in as you gazed at the bright TV. “Aw, sucks. Guess we’ll never know.” You chime, tugging yourself off of the couch and beginning to make your way up to your room and away from the already obnoxious arguing that followed. A calloused hand was quick to drag you back, hauling your ass back into the cushion you had been in for hours. 

“Nope. All or nothin’.” Jeff smiled, settling back into the armrest of the couch as Ben loaded another round, the loud whistles and bells chiming obnoxiously as they gripped their controllers. You groaned, shrugging back into the crook of the cushions as the boys pressed close to you, occasionally slapping at each other’s thighs and elbowing you a little too hard as they sped through obstacles. It was irritating, you becoming agitated every time one of their curses rang a little too loud in your ear. Ben was winning, sending Jeff into an utter panic and standing up, knocking you on the side of the head as he threw his elbows out in an attempt to steer clear of the giant tar pit in front of him. That did it for you.

“Okay. Fuck this.” You stood up, shoving Jeff to the side as you grabbed the remote to the TV and powered it off, their yells following as the bright light faded. “What the fuck?!” Ben snapped, throwing his hands in the air and standing next to Jeff now, who looked equally as shocked. 

“You’ve done nothing but yell in my ear all night! Either find some other way to settle your score, or just get over yourselves!” You grit, slamming the remote back down and aiming to walk towards the stairs, shoving your phone into your pocket as you stomp off. Ben laughed, your phone becoming suddenly very hot in your pocket and making you hiss, grabbing it and throwing it down onto the floor. Jeff was cackling, Ben smiling as you scowled at him, his dark eyes bright against the re-appearing glow of the TV as it suddenly switched back on. “Fucker.” You growled. They both just chuckled, grabbing their controllers again and restarting the game where it left off. “Now, either come sit down, or your phone explodes next.” The elf chitted, patting the spot on the sofa next to him teasingly.

Swearing, you sat back down, shoving your phone onto the coffee table in front of you and begrudgingly refocusing on the bright game, Jeff now taking the lead. The race was quick, Ben coming out on top in the end and sending the pale killer to call for another round, to which you responded with a groan. “Sit tight, gonna grab a drink.” The dark-headed man huffed, tossing the controller onto your lap and heading off into the kitchen, the little device buzzing and lighting up every time Ben clicked on his own. It was a weird sensation, the vibrations tickling your skin as you watched the screen, Ben focused on readying a match again. “This thing vibrates?” You laughed, pushing around the joysticks and smiling when the device buzzed deep as the car engines on the screen revved. Ben smiled, teasingly nudging your arm as he sat back into the cushion, resting his on controller on his leg. “Yeah, not as good as yours though.” He teasingly glared.

You cringed, Ben’s perverted little mouth taking over as he snickered, your face growing hot. “Not funny.” You hissed, shoving the controller off of your lap and onto Jeff’s empty seat, the little buzzing seeming a lot less cute now. The room was awkward now, at least on your end, but Ben just kept laughing, even as Jeff reemerged from the kitchen and plopped back down onto the sofa, giving you both a questioning look before readjusting as you shook your head. 

The boys started up again, you now keenly aware of just how much they were touching you. Thighs pressed side by side, shoulders nudging, Ben’s hands moving the controller down just a little too close to your scrunched-up legs as he raced; his comment had made you very agitated, your mind swirling the comment every time you heard the deep vibration of the little devices. Ben noticed, or at least, pretended like he wasn’t planning it all along. The elf had used his comment wisely, pushing you just the right amount into uncomfortable just to get your blood flowing, but not pushing you away. Truth was, he knew it was personal, knew all too well from the small hum of your vibrator through his walls, your little huffs and whines pushing through the wood and right into his pointed ears. He liked those nights, the nights where he could secretly send his influence and make the vibrator speed up suddenly, the hum becoming louder as your little voice followed, forcing you into an orgasm that he secretly caused. It was his favorite thing, pushing you, unknowingly under his whim. But now, he had the chance to actually pursue it, pursue you. 

Jeff was your friend, he was the whole reason you were down here. He had nonchalantly pleaded with you to be their little witness and sit in on the game, and Ben knew if he wanted to get to you, you’d need Jeff there to accompany the ride. You two weren’t lovers, but Ben accepted the fact that if he wanted to make his fantasies a reality, he was going to have to share. If only for tonight. This rang true even as he subtly pressed his thigh closer against yours, but you instinctually slid your legs closer to Jeff, your weight slowly shifting onto his shoulder as he shifted with you. Ben side-eyed hard, quietly nagging himself as he lost track of what he was doing and slipped off the map. Jeff howled, playfully slapping your leg and teasing the elf about paying attention. But he was done with this game, his focus had left that screen and was now locked onto you, along with his subtle jealousy that struck as you nestled against Jeff even further.

“You get any closer to him you’ll be sitting on his dick.” Ben mocked, flicking the game off with a little twitch of his finger and letting the bright TV glow illuminate your already flushed face. You gawked at him, brows furrowed as your face grew hot, looking at Jeff as he just laughed. “What the fuck, man?” The killer half laughed half cringed, glancing at you but tossing the controller onto the coffee table to avoid the awkwardness of being pressed against you now. You read it, shifting off of him as Ben moved to face you, crossing his arms with a sour look. “No, go ahead [Y/N], show Jeff how bad you want it. Y’know, since apparently I’m not funny anymore.” He grilled, nudging you closer to Jeff until you literally had to push your hands against his chest to stop the elf from climbing on top of you. Jeff didn’t think it was funny anymore either, shoving Ben’s shoulder and telling him to chill out as he pressed further, grabbing the controller off of the couch and shoving your back down against the killer’s legs awkwardly. “I’ll just do it myself then.” 

Ben was shoving himself between your legs now, pressing your thighs open and forcing his hands between as Jeff tried to adjust, trying to pull you up but being forced behind you as the elf pushed down. “Ben. What the hell are you doing?” He was blushing, despite his aggressive gaze now the killer was stunned, and Ben could see it. His hands pushed deeper, a twitch of his eyebrow all it took to send the little device in his hand roaring, a deep rumbling sounding as he pushed it closer to your clothed cunt. You panicked, reaching down to stop Ben but the controller was already whirring against your shorts, sending your back arching off of Jeff’s legs and the blonde smiling wickedly. “May not be fun, but you sure do seem to enjoy yourself a lot because of me.” 

“Wha-“ You gasped, clawing back into Jeff’s jeans as he watched, unable to help as his face grew hot, eyes flickering across the scene. You tried to sit up, but Jeff’s hands were on you now, wrapping under your arms and hauling you between his legs, letting Ben work the controller’s handle against your clothed clit as his hands rubbed your body. This was embarrassing, you squirming and writhing against the feeling of the device harshly vibrating against you, the power a direct reflection of Ben’s emotions. It was hard and rough, your gasps and writhing groans making Ben all the more excited as he looked up at Jeff, his expression conflicted between discomforted and getting terribly turned on. “Go on, Jeffrey. Get on with it or leave, either way, I’m making her cum.” You hissed, jerking as the controller handle nudged hard onto your clit, reaching to grab Jeff’s arms that were wrapped around you, clawing into them for some relief.

The killer was conflicted, breathing heavily above you as he watched you come apart, hips jerking with every shove Ben gave of the device. “She said we should break our tie some other way. I say we just found the perfect solution.” The elf smirked. Jeff didn’t particularly know what he was doing, but Ben’s glare and your desperate eyes burning into the killer clicked something, all of his embarrassment washing out as he slid his hands up your shirt, a satisfied chuckle ringing from the blond. “Atta boy.” You were shifting, trying to pry Jeff's hands off as he tugged up your shirt over your bra, body tense as you felt Ben’s fingers slip under your shorts, too. “Guys- Wait-” But they weren't listening, didn’t care to anyway as they hauled your clothes off of your body, sharing hungry looks between the other as your bare skin felt hot and sticky against their rough hands. It was addicting.

Jeff had never particularly thought of you in that way, always seeing you as some stability that he could rely on, but never something he found he desired. You were pretty, beautiful even, but there was always this tension he couldn’t get past. He realized it now though, as he tugged your bra off of your tits and slid the fabric over your head, he knew that tension was just his buried frustration about you. He was never good with emotions anyway, especially his own. “Fuck…” He groaned as he palmed your flesh, your hard nipples satisfying to roll between the pads of his fingers. Goosebumps rose against your skin as your panties were pulled off of your ankles, and tossed aside as Ben reached for the controller again, the familiar buzzing desperately guiding you to shut your legs, but the elf’s hands were already prying them open. They were both chuckling, their hands palmed down hard all over your skin as Ben pressed the handle back to your clit, the bare contact sending your back shooting off of Jeff’s lap with a groan. The vibration was horrible now, squelching and rubbing shakily as your cunt ached, arousal building and clawing its way through. Ben’s eyes were locked on you, gauging your every reaction and slightly contorting the intensity of the device to tug cute little whines from your lips, his bulge growing annoying fast against you.

Jeff was too, his jeans becoming tight against your back as he pulled your nipples up, massaging your tits until you were clawing at his arms, whining for him to be easier. He wouldn’t, it just wasn’t his style, wasn’t what he craved. “Feel good, princess?” Ben hissed, nudging his hips under your thighs and letting his bulge rut against your bare ass, his sweatpants rough against your bare skin. Jeff groaned, rolling his eyes and he pulled you up, positioning under you and letting your back rest against his chest, his hips jerking his bulge against the small of your back. “Princess? Really?” He scoffed, reaching his hand to tug your chin to the side, giving him access to your neck and pecking at the hot skin. Ben glared, the aggression between the two shows in their actions as the controller upped its intensity, handle buzzing hard against your swollen clit, sending you sobbing. Jeff answered with a tight tug of your jaw, biting into the side of your neck just enough to make you panic. They were competing, trying to see who could better stake their claim. You cursed yourself mentally for letting yourself be their solution.

“Well, princess? Answer me, c’mon.” Ben smiled, ignoring the pale killer and letting his hands splay on your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he worked the controller in small motions, contorting your clit desperately. You felt like you couldn’t get a stable breath, let alone speak, but the boys listened expectantly, Jeff’s breathing hot against the crook of your neck as he licked against the welts he had created. “I think- Ah- I think I’m close-” You craned, moaning as Ben slid his opposite hand down, running his fingers through the slick between your folds, spreading your arousal against your inner thighs. You groaned as he nudged his fingers into your cunt, spreading the digits against your clenching entrance and pushing his knuckles deeper. You craned, spreading your thighs at the relief of his fingers pushing against your walls, giving good relief to the vibration of the controller still heavy on your throbbing clit. You moaned heartily, jaw hanging open as you threw your head back against Jeff’s shoulder, his fingers quick to press from your jaw and find their way into your lips, pinching at your tongue. 

Closing your eyes, you sucked on the digits, letting Ben work his fingers deep into your cunt and tug your arousal further, Jeff gasping as you slid your tongue desperately. They were both watching, lost in the way your face looked flushed and sweaty, your hair clinging to your face and tears pricking against your eyelids. They were groaning, rutting their clothed cocks against your body until your skin felt raw, arching into the way the controller pulsed against you now, jutting your hips. Popping Jeff’s fingers out of your mouth, you cried out, cunt clenching and throbbing as Ben twisted his knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls. “Oh God- ‘Mm cummin- Ben-” You babbled, the boys adjusting quickly under you and prodding and pulling however they could, aiming to see who could nudge you over that last edge. Jeff’s teeth locked against the side of your jaw, his grunts loud in your ear as he twisted your nipples, hauling your orgasm to come crashing into you. “There you go babygirl, cum on his fingers,” Jeff grunted, licking your cheek as the deep red spot grew against your skin, your hands clasping against his arms as he hugged them around you. You were rolling your hips, chasing Ben’s fingers as he slowly pumped them out of you, gathering your slick and spreading it across your sensitive folds, eyes heavy on you. The controller’s rumbling died out, the handle glistening with your arousal and tossed to the side, the elf’s hands hooking around your waist and hauling you closer on his hips. “Good job, princess…” 

Ben leaned forward, steadying his weight on top of you as he pressed a kiss against your swollen lips, his tongue pushing itself into your mouth. You whined, sucking on his tongue and panting against his skin as you kissed him sloppily, slobber spreading across your skin. Jeff grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your chest and nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing against your ear and licking stripes against your shoulder. Even as they were pleasing you, their focus was on each other, their hands pushing against the other’s shoulder or nudging their knees out of the way; it was possessive and mean, you trapped right in the middle. Jeff popped off your neck, shoving Ben’s face off of yours as the blond’s hand wrapped in the killer’s messy hair and tugged him away from you, their growls echoing above you as they glared. You were still dazed, cunt still throbbing from your orgasm as Jeff hauled you up, pushing his back against the couch and setting you onto his lap, right on top of his bulge. “My turn.” He grit, a low rumble in his chest as he forcefully knots your hips down onto the swell in his jeans, Ben fussing in his ear but moving in front of you all the same. 

Even through their arguing they worked together, Ben helping to tug your hips up as Jeff reached around to unclasp his belt, letting his cock fling out of his jeans and rest against your soppy cunt. You hissed, the pale killer shifting his hips to let his length spread between your folds, your previous orgasm spreading across his cock. “I’ll fuck ya like you deserve, babygirl. Not with some fuckin’ Nintendo controller.” Ben glared, kneeling between Jeff's legs and pressing close to your cunt, fingers nudging against your tired clit, hauling your body back to life. Jeff positioned, nudging his cock head against your entrance, but your hands flung down, pushing both of them away. “If you two can’t act right, you’re not gonna be doing anything. Jesus, you can’t even fuck without arguing.” You spoke between pants, glaring at the two of them as they sat stunned, looking at the other. “Fine.” Jeff grit, rolling his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees again, hauling them back and up to spread your cunt wide. You hissed, leaning back against him as Ben repositioned, swiping your hands away and nudging his thumb back onto your clit. 

Jeff rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as he gripped his cock, nudging the head back against your entrance, flicking against your wetness. You rolled your hips, trying to get him to press in but Ben’s fingers tugged your clit up, making your hips follow with a whine. Jeff grumbled, tugging your legs back further and eventually nudging his hips up to connect with your entrance, slowly pushing in as you stretched around him. “Oh- Oh, my-” You mewled, throwing your head back to rest against the killer’s shoulder, reaching forward to grip Ben’s shoulders for stability as he pressed in. The elf gleamed, letting his hands wrap around your thighs as he pressed forward, pressing his tongue against your clit. You whined, shock writhing as Jeff shifted his hips up, letting the head of his cock nudge deep inside of you and stretch your walls thin, his grunts strained against your shoulder. Ben lapped at your folds, sucking your clit generously as Jeff bottomed out, letting your cunt rest on his balls as he pulsed inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. “Get your fuckin’ tongue off my dick, elf.” The killer grit, cringing at the feeling of Ben’s warm tongue lapping at the base of his dick as he focused on soaking in the taste of your swollen clit. He chuckled, popping off of the swollen nub and replacing it with his thumb, rubbing small circles and looking into the other’s wide eyes. “Be nice, remember?” He teased, pressing his face back in and sucking on your clit, careless to Jeff’s curses every time his tongue passed over the salty taste of the killer’s cock nestled inside of you. 

Grunting, Jeff got over it, hauling your legs higher and pulling them further apart, sighing at the stretch of your walls around him as you throbbed. He twisted his hips up, pressing his feet into the hardwood floor and pushing his cock up into your cunt, thrusting slowly as Ben worked your clit. “Shit…” He sighed, rolling his hips back down before pulsing back up. You moaned deep, hands messing up into Ben’s hair and tugging him closer as he swiped his tongue through your folds, practically trying to push the muscle into your entrance as well. Jeff kissed your shoulder, whispering unheard words as the sound of squelching and slapping filled the room, your cunt soaked and crying with pleasure every time the cock inside you pushed against your walls. “Tastes so good, ohmygods-” Ben clenched, grunting as you tugged his face back against your cunt the moment he let off, pushing his tongue back against your folds. He smiled against you, pushing his tongue up into the leftover space of your soaked cunt along with Jeff’s cock, lapping up every ounce of arousal that spilt onto his chin, fingers pulling your wet lips apart. The killer whined a ragged noise as the pressure of your cunt grew, strangling his length as the tongue felt so nice against the underside of his cock. He dug his nails into the underside of your knees, turning his face to catch your lips with his own as you moaned, gasping into his mouth. The noises you made were so pretty, muffled so nicely against his tongue as he wrapped it with yours. 

It was all so messy. Spit running down Ben’s chin, Jeff panting and moaning into your mouth the harder he thrust, your whines sobbed between kisses. Everything was so overwhelming, your cunt being pushed and stretched further than you could really handle. “So tight, baby. Jesus, you’re squeezin’ me awful.” Jeff growled against your swollen lips, biting the plump flesh and tugging his cock out all the way to the head just to thrust right back up again. Ben hummed again your cunt, swallowing you and relishing in the taste, begging for more as Jeff’s cock pushed more out, soaking his tongue. “Hurry up and cum, Jeffrey… My turn…” He mumbled against your puffy lips clenching around his lips so nicely, flicking his tongue against your clit again to force you into an orgasm. His cock hurt against his boxers, pushing desperately to get inside of you as he watched Jeff’s schlick in and out raggedly, glossy with your wetness. He reached down, undoing his sweatpant strings and pushing the waistband below his balls, quickly fisting his cock and jerking, precum dribbling down the length. “Fuck off…” Jeff grit, groaning as your entrance pulsed around him when he angled his hips forward. Ben rolled his eyes, standing up and pushing between your legs, cock in hand as he nudges himself down. He couldn’t wait any longer. 

Pressing a knee into the space between Jeff’s spread legs, Ben pushes the head of his cock between your spread folds, every bounce of your hips down onto Jeff’s cock forcing the blond’s cockhead to nudge against your clit, making you whine. Ben cursed, your slick gliding across the underside of his length and rubbing him as he reached to grip your tits, massaging the mounds as Jeff glared. 

The stimulation was too much, cunt overwhelmed as Jeff thrust harder, trying desperately to prove you could cum without the elf’s help. He let go of your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his face into your neck, biting down. You cried, hands pressed against his arms and clawing at his skin, legs curling around Ben’s waist as you sobbed, cunt aching and all too sensitive. Skin slapped loudly, juices squelching, and messy slobber hanging on your lips, babbling. You swelled, cockhead still against your clit and nudging you to an orgasm, rolling your eyes back as Jeff clenched his teeth into your skin, groaning his own. He didn’t slow down though, hips pulsing just as fast as he spilt into you, syrupy walls clenching tightly around the girth and milking him, pulsing with every twitch inside. “Jesus…” Ben gasped, fisting his cock as he watched your face flush, heavy eyes zoning out as you felt light, rolling your hips lazily to ride out your orgasm. “Fuck babygirl… What the fuck…” He groaned, lapping at the swollen skin that was forming from his bite, kissing your shoulder until he was focused enough to slip his soaked cock out of your cunt. 

Ben was quick to move, desperately tugging you up and twisting you around, knowing you didn’t have good enough strength to sit up anymore. Panting and still hazed, you dug your knees into the couch, straddling Jeff as you pressed your chest against his, hiding your face into his shoulder. Ben nudged behind you, tugging your hips back to meet his and groping at your ass, pulling the skin apart to see your soaked cunt. “Just one more, yeah princess?” Ben huffed, fisting his cock lazily as he pressed the tip between your folds, the warmth already tugging him closer. You sobbed, gripping Jeff’s shoulders and tugging at his hoodie as you nodded, arching gently as Ben slipped his head in.

Your cunt was so warm, so goopy and swollen from your orgasm, but constricting around Ben’s cock just right. Jeff’s cum threatened to leak out, dropping down but Ben caught it with his head, pushing it back into your entrance with a smile. He growled, his left hand holding his hoodie up to his chest while his right gripped onto your hip, nails digging in. Jeff reached around, wrapping his around your back as he kissed your cheek, watching closely as Ben sunk in. “Easy, you fuckin’ pixel bitch,” Jeff warned, reaching down to grip your ass, tugging the mounds in his rough hands as the blond scoffed. “She can take it.” He snapped his hips.

Now, Ben wasn’t as large as Jeff, but he knew how to sway his thrusts just right to make you fall apart. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he pushed down, forcing you to arch as he thrust up into your soppy walls, your cries loud and ragged against Jeff’s shoulder. “Plea- Please- Jesus-” You cried, reaching your hands to grip into Jeff’s messy hair, each snap of Ben’s hips jolting you forward with a slap. Jeff’s arms tensed around you, groaning as he soaked up your cries, cock fluttering to life again underneath. You leaned back, babbling something unheard as you connected your lips with Jeff’s moaning desperately into his mouth, Ben gritting as he snapped upwards into your walls. Reaching forward, the blond tangled his fist into the back of your hair, gripping tight and tugging a chunk back, snapping your head back as you cried. 

The elf was overwhelmed, a whining and grunting mess as his hips jolted, slapping loudly into yours as he tugged your hair. He leaned forward, forcing your face to turn as he pecked at your wet lips, brows knit as he continued his pace. Ben was shaking, lost in the warmth and wetness as he slammed in without any sense of coordination, you whimpering against his lips. Jeff growled, gripping your jaw and forcing you back to his lips, a little desperate game of possession starting up. Every few thrusts, the lips you were on would change, the two passing you between them as Jeff snaked a hand along your stomach, reaching to rub at your clit as he licked at your lips. You whined, hips jerking to meet the sensation as Ben tugged your head back to his, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt dizzy, position changing so often that you felt like you were spinning as your jaw was dragged back to another pair of lips. 

Fed up, you reached behind you, dragging Ben’s head closer as Jeff invaded your mouth, pressing the blond’s lips against yours as well. They both grunted, both tongues slipping into your mouth and fighting for more space, Ben’s thrusts becoming shallow and lazy as he tugged at your swollen lips. Slobber ran and mixed, whines and pants flowing into each other’s mouths as they both shared you, both dragged you onto another orgasm as Jeff’s fingers pinched your clit, Ben’s cock shoving itself deeper when he tugged your hair hard enough to make you cry. 

The boys were groaning, moaning against your lips as you came, drinking in your sounds as Ben bottomed out, letting you drag him along as well. Ben let off, his head dropping down against your shoulder as he came deep into your cunt, mixing his cum with Jeff’s, his fists gripping your hips tight and tugging you back further onto him. You pawed at Jeff’s chest, his muscles heaving with every breath as he held you, watching with wide eyes as you gasped through your orgasm, jaw hanging slack and eyes rolling back gently. “So good, babygirl. Look so good like this.” He smiled, gazing at Ben whose face was clenched tight, spilling what was left of his seed and tugging out, watching as your red lips swelled around his head. All of you were sweaty and hot, the TV glow reflecting bright against your red faces and hair clinging to your skin. Pants and grunts followed as you all plopped onto the couch, Jeff holding you as Ben lay on the opposite end, admiring your drenched cunt slowly leaking the mixed cum. 

Ben felt so content, so good watching you slowly drift in Jeff’s arms, the killer glancing at him and nodding his head, beckoning for him to come closer. “You look good too. I guess.” Jeff huffed as Ben crawled over, the elf laughing as he awkwardly slid under you, your body crammed between the two as they held you. “So, princess. Who’s the winner?” Ben smiled against your ear, smirking at Jeff as you groaned, glancing through heavy eyes.

“Couldn’t decide. Might need a couple more tries to figure it out.” You mumbled quietly against Jeff’s shoulder, closing your eyes and not thinking anything of the comment as your tired body took over. The boys, however, smiled at each other, rummaging around and positioning you snugly between them. “Good idea.” Jeff smiled, gripping under your knees and pushing them apart, each thigh spread over either boy’s waist. You stirred again, eyes shooting open as Jeff reached around to shove his fingers between your folds, pressing them inside achingly quickly. Ben followed, nudging his face into your neck and kissing the skin as his hands gripped your tits, massaging your arousal back to life. Whining, you gave in, reaching around to grip both of their heads closer to yours as you moaned, their fingers ravaging. 

Maybe you could teach them to share, maybe even then you could teach them to be nice…

This was an anonymous request!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! 𐚁₊⊹

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Why no Super Mario Iliad or Aeneid though?

These are in fact the basis for the two Mario Galaxy games. It's not well known that every Mario game has its roots in mythology. While Mario 3 is well known to be based on several works of Greek Theater, and Mario 2 is clearly inspired by The Arabian Nights, the original Super Mario Bros. is the least known to have been based on, quite exactly, Dante's "Inferno."

The nine circles of hell in Dante's work are the inspiration for each set of 4 side scrolling levels, with each of Bowser's castles being collectively inspired by the ninth circle and transition into purgatory.

The first circle of Dante's hell is "Limbo" where he meets each of the virtuous but unbaptized poets who inspire him along his way. All of them Roman "friends," or in Italian, "cumpà," the origin of the English slang "Goomba." Each of them becomes a literal stepping stone toward his goal of finding his Princess Beatrice, flattening for him to walk through the stone abyss.

In the second layer of hell, Dante encounters the punishment for lust, in which a "whirlwind of lovers" manifests the sinful as fish attempting to swim aimlessly through a windy sky. Dante continues ever downward.

Gluttony in the third circle of hell is punished in eternal darkness, where bulbous white trees thrive, containing the damned within them, eating them as they feasted in life.

The fourth circle, Greed, is full of gold coins atop unreachable mushroom growths. Only a vine from Minos allows Virgil and Dante to climb away.

Deeper still flows Styx, the river of the wrathful. It holds ferocious sea beasts and damned alike who attempt to swamp Dante as he travels ever onward toward the city of Dis, where heretics dwell.

Dis, a tower made of squares and bottomless pits reveals The Beast Geryon, depicted as riding within a cloud, tormenting heretics with spines and impaling them on flagpoles bearing the names of their fraudulent beliefs.

The seventh circle is a wasteland for the violent where canons fire forever. Those who committed violent acts are shot, devoured by flying turtle beasts, or turned into trees like the gluttonous before them.

Hell's worst common sinners lay in ten walled ditches called "Bolgia." The ten great walls in Mario's penultimate level are a direct reference, as are the Brotherhood of the Hammer who built the walls referenced by the "Hammer Brothers." These hold gamblers, liars, and lazy authors who write excessively long jokes instead of working on the story they were commissioned to write.

At the end of each layer, Virgil explains to Dante that Beatrice is in another place. Urging him to keep going even beyond where he and other righteous dead may wander. All the way toward the final central circle, the castle of Hell itself.

Finally in the circle of traitors, Dante meets the devil on a bridge over troubled lava where he breathes flame from under his spiked shell upon the three worst traitors in history, Judas who betrayed Christ, Brutus who betrayed Caesar on an unknown date, and the "Traitor to Come," who is said to be a grotesque orange antichrist who will "sell out his nation" for a "Faulty carriage that travels on the power of lightning."

Finally, Dante finds Beatrice, his princess, who takes him to purgatory beyond the core of the Earth, where he ascends to heaven after touching the emblem of her name, the letter "B." He begins his new quest in Dante's "Purgatorio," which holds the Donut Plains, Chocolate Islands, Vanilla Domes, and Butter Bridges of what would be adapted into Super Mario World for the SNES.

[roshambo05]

So I decided to rewatch RTTE because I felt like indulging in some childhood nostalgia. A few things to note:

- Snotlout and Fishlegs are dating. Good for them.

- The twins are the best characters. Still don't know wtf a boar pit is.

- I know those are supposed to be dragon scales on Ryker's shoulder and arm pads but they look like turtle shells I'm sorry--

- Actually good disability rep?? Hello??

- Hiccup how tf are you still alive?

- "Toothle plama bla" is perhaps the funniest thing in any piece of media ever.

- On the subject of Gruffnut: There's another one???

- How does Tuffnut know so many languages? Did these languages exist in this time period? If so who taught him? Is Tuffnut Odin in disguise? Would that make Ruffnut Loki?

- Hiccup is AuDHD. No I will not be taking comments at this time.

- Where tf did Hiccup get his dragon blade in midnight scrum? Why did he not use it to free himself or fend off his attackers? Also, on the subject of midnight scrum, how is this boy's neck not broken??

- I stan one (1) Heather the Unhinged. Go off queen. Feral bastard child.

- Ruffnut is actually super smart?? And cool?? What??

- I did not watch the series before this one so Dagur's entrance confused me so much at first. Who is this man and why does his beard look like that?? Please shave.

- Gonna punch Snotlout's dad. Gonna kick his fucking ass.

- Why is Viggo so aggressively British? And why is his brother Scottish? Come to think of it, there is no consistency in any of the accents.

- Sir, that is not a dragon, that is a Pokémon (you know exactly which dragon I'm talking about don't pretend you don't know)

[tmnt-tychou]

In This Place

Bayverse AU It's an idea that's been rattling in my brain for a while and after I wrote this first part, I sat on it for a few months more. Thought I'd share. *********

Her scent preceded her. A clean, floral breeze that danced atop the stench of piss, blood and filth. She did not belong here. Her shoes and linens far too clean. Everything about her was too fresh and too white to be in a place like this.

“My Lady, you must be lost. This is no place for you,” said the beast master as he met her before the row. It was auction day. She wasn't the only human inspecting the mutants for sale. But she was the only one who clearly did not belong. The other humans were of dust and filth, just like this part of the market. Used to working with unruly beasts, both human and inhuman as they haggled out in the open, or sometimes, behind closed doors. They were used to the sale of live bodies and dangerous creatures. Shrewd in their dealings of buying and selling of souls until their usefulness ran out.

“If you are looking for a pet, you have found the wrong market,” the beast master continued. “These are all dangerous creatures. Too rough and wild for someone as fair as you.”

She regarded the beast master; a large man, scarred on his face and arms as evidence of his livelihood. A minute frown pursed her lips.

“I am not looking for a pet. I need something...more.” She slipped past him and walked along the row of chained mutants for sale. They were big with long claws and sharp fangs. Most were bigger than a human with haunted, wary eyes. Used to whips and violence, and the filth of the markets and other dark places where they were trafficked.

“Do they understand when I speak? Do they listen?” she continued.

The beast master followed her, still not convinced she was in the right place. “They understand. But listening, that I can't guarantee. These are wild, feral animals, My Lady. Whatever you are looking for, you will not find it here.”

She ignored him and continued up the row, eyeing each creature. “I need something big, scary, but something I can trust. Like a guard dog.” She stopped in front of a jackal mutant; dark furred and yellow-eyed. It looked at her calmly, but wary. She stepped forward and it snapped. It lunged, jaws out. She jerked back as spittle sprayed her. The chains held the mutant for a moment. But at the second lunge, the stake holding its chains loosened from the ground.

The woman of white linen and flower scent fell back as the first touch of fangs made contact with her arm. But a scrape was all they managed. Even as the beast master lunged forward with his whip, the jackal was already yanked back. The small hint of freedom seemed to have made the beast feral. It snarled and clawed and snapped its jaws, but a much larger mutant had a hold of its chain. Green; thick-skinned and shelled. Limbs big like tree trunks.

This turtle mutant made no sound as he hauled the jackal back. Pinned the leaner canine down with a big hand on its back, then the other on its head while it growled and snapped. He held the jackal down until the humans of the market managed to get it properly restrained once more.

“As I said, My Lady,” the beast master repeated as the woman stood and dusted herself off, “this is no place for you.”

She paid him no mind as she approached the turtle mutant, now standing back in his place, waiting to be sold. He was covered in scars from head to toe. Grizzled and tired. But there was nothing aggressive about him. She stepped up to the line, the one put in place to keep all potential buyers at a safe distance. When the turtle did nothing, she stepped closer.

“My Lady!” the beast master called. “Stay behind the line.”

He knew beasts, but so did she. She looked up at the turtle as he gazed down at her.

“You protected me,” she told him.

“That one is from the gladiator pits,” another of the merchants said, speaking mostly to the beast master. “Very aggressive. He was retired due to his leg. He is useless in a fight now.”

She glanced down at his leg. A crude bandage wrapped around his thigh and over his knee. The flesh was swollen and red, and stank with infection.

“My Lady,” the beast master tried again. There was slight aggravation in his tone now as he tried to guide her back across the line. “If you tell me what you are looking for, I will help you find something with a more agreeable temperament. This one...this one is worth more if it were cut up and sold in pieces than in the state it is now.”

She glanced over to address the beast master and then the turtle caught her attention. His hulking form lowered and knelt before her, though it clearly pained him to do so. She knew most of the mutants could at least voice a few words, but she was still startled when the turtle spoke. His voice was deep, but dry like leaves before the first snow. Like his voice was being used for the first time in years.

“I understand and I listen, My Lady,” he rasped. “Take me outta here and I'll serve you 'til my last breath.”

She reached to him. Paused slightly before her fingers brushed the top of his scarred head. Still in contact, she sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, then let it out.

“This one,” she announced and smartly turned to the beast master. “This one shall be delivered to my estate.”

“My Lady,” he tried once again to convince her. “This mutant...this one is not for you. He is for the butcher. He would be worth more to you if you sold his meat and his shell.”

She raised her head, determined. “Then his meat and shell will be mine, in one form or another. I will buy him.”

**************

Raphael was boxed up into a crate and wheeled through the city. It wasn't a new sensation to him to be bought and sold like property. The various brands of different owners on his body were a testament to that. But this was the first time he had ever been delivered to this part of town. The part with the big estates. Massive houses where everything was clean and white. Where it seemed like the dust and filth of his world couldn't reach.

He was in a new world now. As he stared at the estate through the bars of his cage, Raphael wondered if he would be saved here, or if this would be his final resting place.

The estate was huge. White marble and plush red rugs. The place had fucking house staff, which all looked beside themselves when his cage was delivered. There was an older woman that seemed to be in charge. She too looked a bit overwhelmed with this delivery, but had no problem facing off with the men who delivered him.

“Well, what am I supposed to do with this?” she motioned to Raphael in his cage.

“Not my problem,” replied one of the two men. “We just deliver. What you do with that thing is your business. Sign here for the creature.”

The woman signed, but she did so with a severe frown. And when the men began to open his cage, she balked.

“What...what are you doing? You can't just let that thing out!”

“Only the mutant was paid for, not the cage,” the other man responded as if he had heard it all before.

The cage door was open and Raphael knew the drill. Still adorned in chains, he limped out and into the sun. Even the sun felt cleaner here; more energizing instead of hot and brutal. His infected leg prevented him from moving too fast, but he was no stranger to pain. It was a dull, hot ache simmering in the background of everything else that had happened to him lately. An hour before, he thought he was for sure going to the meat market and now...he was in this place.

One of the men handed this woman the tail end of his chains and the key to his shackles. “He's all yours. Good luck.”

The woman, who was most likely the head of the house staff, held both items dumbly as the men packed up to leave. “Wait! You're just going? You're not going to do anything to make sure we're protected from this...creature?”

The men looked to her and then to Raphael who had done nothing else but stand there. “He's your problem now. He doesn't seem to be too much of a handful. Hell, with the state of him, he may be dead in a few days anyway. Good luck.”

They left the woman huffing with the chain in her hand. Now she nearly looked too angry to be scared of him. And in this moment, Raphael had a realization. He could easily tear himself away from the befuddled woman and lumber off to freedom. But he also knew it would be a short freedom. If he left the grounds, if he showed any sign of violence, it would be his death. This world of humans would not tolerate his life for long.

So he looked down calmly at the woman and her small cadre of house staff, all looking at him as if he would run rampant at any moment.

“I will go where ever you want me to,” Raphael spoke, causing them all to jump. “I won't hurt anyone.”

A few of the other staff members still looked unsure, but the older woman seemed satisfied enough. She still looked distrustful and not at all happy with the hand—or turtle—she had been dealt. But she kept his chain in her hand as she led him forward. “Come along, then. We'll see what we can do to get you presentable.”

Raphael obediently followed like a dog on a leash. Nothing here was dangerous. He didn't have to fight for food, he didn't have to keep an eye on his back. He was so tired of fighting off creatures more feral than himself. This was a nice change of pace. He would gladly walk around this whole estate for days instead of going back to the pits or the market.

He was taken to a large trough of water where he was told to strip out of what little of a loincloth he still had and to clean himself. They didn't unchain him and Raphael didn't care as he sat in the cool water and sighed. It was a hot summer day and this felt amazing to his turtle instincts. He could live here in this trough, chains or no chains. No one requested he leave the water, so Raphael stayed for some time. He had actually fallen asleep when a gruff voice cleared his throat. He opened his lids half way to find a large man standing over him with a leather bag in his hand. Raphael had seen this man before. He was one of the few mutant medics. He had often heard people refer to them has a type of veterinarian in jest. But maybe they were just that. After all, he was an animal.

“I was hired to patch up your leg.” The man was curt. His voice told he had no time for foolery. “Get out.”

Long used to obeying a rough voice, Raphael heaved himself out of the water. He sat on the concrete floor as the doctor poked and prodded at his wound with no care for his comfort. The turtle was used to pain and barely flinched. Not until the doctor began to squeeze the wound to clear out the bacteria and puss. He jerked a bit from the pain and growled, but the doctor had seen far moodier mutants in his time. It wasn't too long before Raphael's wound stung cleanly of antiseptic, wrapped in a tight bandage.

Afterward, Raphael was given a pair of linen trousers to wear and was escorted into a side part of the main house. Inside, there was a wood table and a sturdy chair, and food. Actual food. Not grainy slop, not dirty near-rotted items from the market that could no longer be sold for human consumption. Actual good food: fruits and vegetables, bread, meat.

Raphael hesitated. There was no way this was for him. He had to be dreaming. The head of the household motioned him to sit. “For you, from our mistress. Eat. And behave yourself.”

Raphael didn't need to be told twice. He tried to remember what little manners her knew and ate carefully, but hungrily. While he was fed regularly as a fighter in the pits, once he was determined too wounded to go back in the ring, all resources had been cut off. He hadn't eaten for two days.

This was all too good to be true. He ate, but cautiously. As if suspicious of making even a single wrong move and it would all be taken away.

No one came to take his food. However, the woman from the market, still smelling of a fresh breeze and flowers, came into the room. Raphael paused the shoveling of food into his face as she stepped forward with the key and unshackled him. The chains fell heavily to the floor and Raphael eyed the woman carefully as she sat herself in the chair opposite of him.

“I hope these accommodations have been to your liking,” she said politely.

Raphael chewed and swallowed. “Best I've ever been treated in a long time.”

“You can continue to have this and more, as long as you are loyal to me. Betray me, and you go back to the meat market and I'll hang your shell on my wall.”

He licked his teeth. “Seems fair. But I need you to tell me why I'm here. What do you want me to do for you?”

She shifted slightly, squaring her shoulders. “My husband was murdered two days ago. He had many enemies and now I fear for my life. I fear there may be eyes and ears within these walls. I needed someone from outside, someone without any ties who only has loyalty to me. Your job will be to protect me. As long as I am alive, you will never know hunger or cold. You will live in comfort for the rest of your days. Do we have a deal?”

“I already told ya,” Raphael said seriously. “I'd serve you until my dying breath for getting me out of there. I meant every word.”

His new mistress leveled her gaze at him, looking satisfied. “Then we part when one of us dies.”

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @dilucsflame33 @fluffytriceratops @thepinkpanther83 @yorshie @yamanekomono @androidships007 @silversunskyless @avery73

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

A New World: part 6

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 / Part 7 Part 8

A/N: The continuation is here! Enjoooooooyyyyyy!💙

Leo is 25, reader is 22 - 23.

Warnings: None so far💙

With the Chinese takeout half eaten still on the table, Leo and (Y/N) had gotten back to trying out portal ideas. Leo found himself with his katana in hand once again, trying to mimic this so-called Rise version of himself, swinging the katana above his head, saying the same words. And for yet another time, it didn’t work. No big surprise there. But that was not really what the blue turtle was focusing on at that point. Leo could not lie to himself, he found himself more focused on this different version of himself, instead of his task at hand. Was that really how other people saw him? And was that how (Y/N) saw him? A flamboyant, annoying, know it all, smart ass, who didn’t seem to care for much more than himself and his face. But then he was shown this 2003 version, who seemed closer to how he saw himself. Level headed, quick thinking, respectful, a leader. Was that also how people saw him? According to (Y/N), those was just the ones that he had seen by now. Leo wouldn’t help but wonder how many different versions of him was out there. It was disheartening, yet it made Leo curious. One question popped up in his head after another, all while he stood with the katana in head or sat in front of the markings on (Y/N)’s wall. At one point (Y/N) had even tried to speak into the walkie talkie on his shoulder strap. Leo found himself listening in anticipation, but they got nothing. Only static sound from a dead end.

The sun was ever so slightly, casting a pinkish color over the blue sky outside of the window. (Y/N) was getting tired and Leo was getting frustrated. If he had to listen to Rise Leo saying “Hachi machi�� one more time, he would probably have a Raph-like outburst, or maybe even smash a window with his fist, not caring one bit if anybody saw or heard. That would be a first for Leo - not caring about human reactions to him, his form and his actions. It must be this world. It was messing him up. The most frustrated he had ever been, and it wouldn’t surprise Leo if it was just the nature of this world. Or the human in the living room with him, who encouraged him over and over again to swing his swords and hips like an idiot.

(Y/N) seemed to sense Leo’s frustration, and decided it was more than enough for one day. She probably should have stopped suggesting doing like Rise Leo, after the mutant in front of her rolled his eyes the first time around. At this point he was even struggling to keep his annoyed sounds to himself.

“We won’t get anything done without some rest”, she said, stretching with a yawn as she rose from the sofa. As much as Leo hated to admit it to himself, she was right, so right that Leo placed his katanas back on his shell without a word.

“I got work tomorrow, but on my way home I can stop by the comic store. Maybe they got something in there that can help us, or at least give us ideas”, (Y/N) said as she started walking towards her bedroom.

“I hope so”, Leo said, feeling a pit form in his stomach, linked to a possible truth he did not yet dare tell himself. Once again (Y/N) seemed to sense his feelings, yet she did not know what to tell the gigantic slider. Normally she would like to mentally boast about her knowledge of the leader in blue, but at that moment she had no idea how to help him. Whenever he was like this, it was usually his brothers or master Splinter that would talk him back to normal. (Y/N) had no idea what to say, so she said the only thing that seemed to fit the moment.

“Good night Leo. Sleep well”.

“Night”, Leo said, giving her a small node, before making his way to the guest room, thoughts and feelings seeming to weigh him down.

(Y/N) laid in her bed with the same feeling Leo had in his stomach. Leo was not exactly as (Y/N) had thought he would be. Yet again, he was stock in a different world to his own, separated from his brothers, with seemingly no way of getting home. It made sense why he was like this. Short tempered, agitated and of course frustrated. She would probably feel the same if she was stock in an alternative dimension. Yet (Y/N) had thought Leonardo would be more… level headed, calm, maybe even understanding of the world around him. Seeing it as a new opportunity to learn.

Turning onto her side, (Y/N) stared at the wall that separated her room from the guest room. Maybe Leonardo wasn’t exactly as she had thought he would be, yet she knew him enough to know what was going on. He was losing hope, and with that came anger and frustration. Therefore it didn’t surprise her when she heard him move around in the guest room.

Leo had a hard time sleeping. He just laid in bed, unable to sleep, with these pictures of these different versions in his head taking over his thoughts. It felt… strange. He felt strange. He was used to his brother talking about the possibilities of other dimensions, but he had never really given it much thought. Donnie had mainly talked about it in theoretical terms, doing his usual scientist thing, while Raph and Mikey had been all over it like comic book nerds. Two different approaches, yet they still talked about it.

But as Leo laid there, sleepless in the bed, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking back to all the different versions of him that he had seen. He had many questions. So many more questions than he thought you would be able to answer. It probably wasn’t a good idea, but he was so curious. So therefore he soon found himself walking down the hallway, making his way to your living room.

All videos and DVDs were still laying out in the open, ready for you and him to watch them through again the next day. It was so easy for Leo to just grab one of them and put them on, before sitting back on your couch, watching them through one by one, letting the light from the TV screen being the only light lighting up the room.

Putting on the 2012 version, Leo sat back down on the couch, leaning his elbows onto his knees, taking in what he saw before him. Now, this Leonardo was also something he could recognize. A boy that really just wanted to prove how good of a leader he was, even with his insecurities in his way. He did all he could to- does that Leo have a crush on Karai?! No way! Leo had never had a crush, at least not this version of him… Mikey on the other hand, had the biggest crush on April- but it seemed like in this 2012 version, it was Donnie with the crush… And did Raph have a lizard girlfriend? Narh, this was too much. If Leo really wanted to watch other versions of himself, he shouldn’t watch this one. It was stupid! But, he never turned it off, watching in confusion as he saw another version of himself fall head over heels for a girl that wasn’t good for him. Leonardo couldn’t blame that guy too much. He understood where he was coming from. Being a mutant turtle, living in the sewers, knowing that he would probably never get accepted by the humans on the surface, given his form. He and his brothers had accepted at a young age that no one outside of the sewers would ever love them. They only had each other and master Splinter. But even after the NYPD had accepted them, there was still this strange feeling of never being loveable. Was that why he and his brothers sometimes would lash out at each other? Disappointment, frustration and loneliness? Maybe.

Leo found himself staring at the screen, when Karai came close to this other version of Leo, standing just above him. Was she going to kiss him? Someone would actually kiss him in a different universe? But no, it was another trap, and Karai left him on the floor.

“Don’t sweat it”, sounded a voice by the door. (Y/N) stood in the doorway, arms crossed and a little smile on her lips. Of course Leo had turned the TV up so loud that she had been able to her it from her bedroom. Leo jumped in embarrassment, grabbing for the remote to turn off the TV.

“It’s not what it looks like!”, Leo promptly said, fighting the hot feeling in his cheeks.

“I hope not”, (Y/N) said still with a smile. “Because that version of Karai turns out to be Splinter's daughter, there by your half sister”.

“And that’s why I don’t do girlfriends”, Leo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, that’s the reason”, she mumbled sarcastically, causing Leo to shoot her a glance. She was better not start acting funny. Leo was not in the mood for that, making it clear with the sting of his eyes. But as soon as Leo’s eyes met (Y/N)’s, it almost felt too much, causing the two of them to look away instantly, like negatively charged batteries that could not be next to each other. Unwelcome for both of them. As if neither of them was ready to be that direct.

Silence fell over the two of them as they tried avoiding looking each other into the eyes, thinking of what words would be best in this situation. (Y/N)’s eyes focusing on the floor she stood on, Leo’s on his forearm as his other hand ran along it, as if he was checking to see if something new was there.

“I’ve been thinking”, (Y/N) started, drawing Leo’s attention to her once more. “I have tomorrow off as well, so I was thinking I will go to the comic store and see if I can figure anything out”.

“What would that help?”, Leo asked, almost exhausted already.

Boy, this man was way more annoying than she had ever imagined he would be. So much for somehow getting to meet her favorite ninja turtles.

“You seem to forget that in this world you are the product of a comic book”, she said, trying her best not to sound too snappy. “Maybe the comic book store has a few ideas we haven’t tried out”.

Leo sat for a moment, thinking about her words. Though it was hard to admit, (Y/N) logic might be the best shot he got at this moment. Maybe the comic book store was his only hope.

“Okay”, Leo sighed, his throat feeling dry and thin. “Sounds like a plan”.

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic nod, biting the inside of her lip. She hoped that her plan would work, because seeing her childhood hero sitting slumped over on her couch like that, made a pit grow in her stomach. It had to work.

And it was that plan in mind that (Y/N) and Leonardo went back to their respective rooms, hoping to get some sleep. But this time, as Leo tried to fall asleep, he had something different on his mind. This time it was the scene of the other version of him and Karai, almost about to kiss. That was a strange situation to see himself in. So strange he couldn’t tell how he felt about it. Almost unsettling. God, how he hoped (Y/N)’s plan was going to work. The faster he could get home and forget all about what he had seen.

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Dr. Lilja took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. The wires before him had started to cross before his eyes and change colors every second. Probably a good sign to take a break from the wiring and take a look at programming. And so Lilja put his glasses back on and stood up, before making his way over to his desk with his large computer, tapping on the old computer keys.

Lilja had been working all day, with a constant flow of coffee at his side. But the coffee in the mug on his desk was now cold. Lilja took the cup in his hand, smiling down at the purple dressed turtle on it, with the words “#1 scientist” on it. It had been a gift from Agent Bishop’s son, after he had learned about Lilja’s long forgotten birthday. That sweet boy. It was a shame he wasn’t allowed in the lab anymore. Dr. Lilja really enjoyed having him around, bringing some much needed joy to his work. And even if he rambled on and on about ninja turtles, Lilja could never get mad at him. Not even when he accidently pushed one of the machine buttons with his Leonardo action figure, causing the machine to break down with a boom. Bishop’s son never intended to do anything wrong. The poor boy was so upset, fearing that Lilja had somehow been hurt. He did not care that his action figure was gone in the explosion. He only cared for dr. Lilja’s safety. It had been a long time ago since another person had cared for him like that. That boy truly had a heart of gold.

Lilja poured the cold coffee out in the nearby sink, before putting the mug under the coffee machine, pressing a button for another round. The machine started humming, while Lilja went back to the desk, taking a look at his computer program, measuring the thinning of air and atmosphere in the past 12 hours. Looking over the numbers, dr. Lilja starred in shock. Had he been drinking his coffee, he would have spit it out straight on the spot.

There had been a momentarily thinning in the air and atmosphere.

No way.

Lilja started tapping frantically at the keyboard, looking for time. Did it match up? How could it be possible? There was no way it could be possible…

The time matched up…

Dr. Lilja’s mouth stod open. Excitement and shock rushed through him, yet he sat frozen, staring at the screen.

He had to contact Agent Bishop.

[penpassthepen]

HIII CAN I ASK IF UR GONNA DO A PART 2 OF UR RECENT DONATELLO FIC?? IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'D LOVEEE A FLUFFY ENDING 🙏

I wish you would (Rise! Donnie x Reader) pt.2

Pt.1

Donnie apologizes to reader.

fluff!:), comfort???, gn reader, hehehehehe Donnie has a crush on reader, platonic or romantic

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that

I miss you too much to be mad anymore

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good

I wish you would

“He did WHAT?!” April’s voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom in disbelief. You had called to tell her about you and Donnie’s fight. You just couldn’t understand why he was so mad at you when you just wanted to help him like he and his family would do for you. He even shouted at you. You knew it was late, and you were grateful that she picked up.

“Yeah.” You took a deep, shaky breath, “I don’t know what to do. He told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I ‘admitted I was wrong,’ but I don’t even know what he wants me to say. I didn’t do anything.”

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“Uggghhhh..” Donnie groaned, leaning his head against his cold desk.

“You shouldn’t have picked a fight with them in the first place, Dee.” Mikey sighed, patting his brother on the shell.

“Yeah, yeah.” Donnie grumbled, not even bothering to look up.

You were the one being reckless, right? So why does he feel like such a jerk? He was mad, and it stayed that way for a few hours after he got home but all that anger quickly turned into pure regret.

“Come on. We were all worried when Y/N just jumped into action like that, but you still hurt their feelings.” Mikey rolled his eyes at Donatello’s dismissive attitude, crossing his arms, “I think you need to apologize, ‘kay?”

Donnie sat upright to look at him, furrowing his (drawn on) eyebrows. Worried? About you? …To be honest, that felt right to him. Donnie hadn’t really pieced together what exactly made him snap at you like he did, but he did recognize the guilt he feels every time he replays your hurt, confused expression in his mind repeatedly. It was distracting him, and he was definitely not a fan.

Truthfully what was the most distracting was that deep down he really, really missed you. You hadn’t texted or called him since the argument and he was too anxious to reach out to you first. He knew he couldn’t act like nothing ever happened no matter how much he wanted to.

As much as he hated to admit it, Mikey was right. He does need to apologize; it’s just so hard.

“You know what? Give me just one second to change, bro. I think you need a lesson from…Dr.Feelings.” Mikey winked at Donnie, skipping out of his lab.

“No, not Dr.Feelings, I beg you! Anything but that!”

It was already too late for Donnie to get out of this one.

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“April, I appreciate it, but I’m not sure this is such a good idea.” You stood in the doorway of the lair and April grabbed your hand.

She laughed, “You’ll be fiiiiine. Just because you’re not talking to Donnie doesn’t mean you shouldn’t see your other friends. Besides, Mikey invited us over.”

“Well, he’s not talking to me, but you know-“

“Shhhhh!” April shushed you, pulling you into the turtles home, “Heeyyyy! Guys, we’re heeeere!”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh but let her drag you in.

“Hey! I’m so happy you’re here!” Mikey practically sprinted to greet you. Mikey and April shared a look, nodding at each other. Clearly they were up to something, and it made you nervous.

“Soooo…I was thinking we could just watch a movie? The six of us?” Mikey’s tone was off and he seemed too nervous. Not very good at lying, is he?

Oh. All six of you, meaning Donnie would be there. Whatever. It’s not a big deal, right? I mean, he lives there. Still you couldn’t help the nervous pit deep in your stomach (and also the burning of annoyance).

You guys moved to get settled in the living room and soon being joined by Raph and Leo…but where was Donnie? The pit grew.

There was a whisper between Mikey and Leo followed by Leo clearing his throat.

“Ahem. Y/N, would you be a dear and get us some popcorn?”

You looked at him confused (and also afraid), “I mean, I could…but why can’t one of you? You live here.”

Leo looked at Mikey and there was another shared whisper. He turned his attention back to you, “Because we want you to get it…it’s, uh, better when you make it?” Ok, now you were sure something was going on.

You sighed deeply, but begrudgingly stood up. “Alright, fine…but it’s just microwave popcorn…” You muttered the last part under your breath.

You made your way to the kitchen and began to search their cabinets for the popcorn.

“Y/N? Uh, what are you doing?” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you before letting out a breath of relief. It was just him.

“Donatello.” You didn’t even turn to glance at him as you opened the packet of popcorn and made your way over the microwave.

Donnie frowned and scoffed, “I don’t care for your tone.”

“Excuse me? I thought we weren’t speaking.” You side-eyed hard with a glare. A pang of guilt ran through his chest, his face heating up. The energy in the room was tight and full of tension and the silence was so loud and painful.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out six sodas, placing them on the counter one by one. Dammit. You knew his brothers and April had set this up.

Donnie took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Hey…um, I just wanted to say…that, uh-“ he breathed out, “I’m sorry.”

You finally turned around to face him and leaned on the counter with the microwave buzzing beside you with a few pops every second, “I’m listening.”

“Look, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was just…concerned. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” A rare Donatello Hamato heartfelt moment; You knew he really meant it even with his soft scowl as he spoke.

You thought for a moment then smiled reassuringly, “Thank you for apologizing, Donnie. I forgive you, I guess…Hug?” You opened your arms out and reached for him.

Relief instantly washed over Donnie, he would finally be able to sleep tonight. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and he wasn’t mad at you.

“Yeah.” He nodded with a small grin, and loosely embraced you for a moment.

“But for real though, don’t ever yell at me again.”

“Yeah…of course, haha…”

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

TMayNT Day 12: Best Turtle Vehicle

Day 12 of @tmaynt! The shell hogs are awesome. I feel like that's all that really needs to be said.

(TMayNT 2024 Masterpost)

This isn't exactly a redraw -- but I did use scenes from Pizza Pit as a reference for the shell hog, and this pose because I just really liked it:

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

For the skeletons who own a dog or dogs. S/O has invited skeletons with their dog/s to an aqua park where the staff made the day specifically for the dogs to swim and play. S/O dog absolutely loves swimming, wasting no time once released to jump in the pool for toys. What do skeletons and their dog/s do at the aqua park?

I did all the characters with dogs because why not!

Undertale Papyrus - Somehow, he knew it was a bad idea to take Dog swimming, but he had pity because of the heatwave and took it anyway. Not ten minutes later, there's a Dog cult being created in the middle of the children's pool, with all the dogs sitting in a circle around Dog, who is barking something to them. Papyrus is uneasy and unsure if it's a good idea he even tries to understand what's going on. By the time he's done talking with someone, there's an altar in the middle of the pool. He facepalms and screams at them to take their deity bullshit out of the pool. He's not taking home his 40 followers after the pool party!

Undertale Asgore - Asgore feels a little awkward, as someone keeps asking what dog is shedding in the water and blocking all the pipes with their fur. Asgore plays innocent, and Bernie is out of the question as his Saint Bernard doesn't seem like he's shedding. ... But Asgore is. He's shedding a lot, and he's scared to even look anyone in the eyes.

Undertale Muffet - What do you mean Cupcake is not allowed in the pool? Cupcake is a pet, and they're super sensitive, you know! Just because he looks a little different than the other dogs doesn't mean he's not authorized to have fun! And you know what? You're starting to piss her off by trying to block the access! Cupcake, eat that human!

Undertale Gerson - Welp. He lost Undyne Junior. No one told him there were so many yellow Labrador retrievers in the city, and his eyesight is so bad that he's not sure which one is his anymore. He has an idea, though. His dog is trained to rescue him if he falls. He gives his walking stick to a kid and asks them to kick him hard in the knees. The kid stares in bewilderment. Come on! He's not in sugar, stop treating him like an old sack of bones, and hit him already! The kid runs to their mother, screaming that a creepy turtle is bullying them. For the Angel's sake! He has to do everything. He starts to run on the wet floor, slips, and falls on his shell. See? That's easy! Now where's that damn mutt?

Underswap Papyrus - For once, Honey is not anxious, and he's even having fun. Honey loves dogs, and right now, he's just sitting in a small pool, with like 20 dogs or so cuddling to him. He had never been so happy in his life and he's never getting out of there by himself, someone will have to drag him out. He spends the day playing with his three service dogs and all the other dogs, just having fun. See? He's not awkward socially! You just have to replace all the people with dogs.

Underfell Undyne - Storm is trying not to get angry as some people clearly come to get their dog, so they don't get near Princess. It's not her fault she was mistreated before and that her face is full of scars, or that she is a Pit Bull by the way. Storm tries to ignore all these idiots and stays close from her S/O and their dogs as she knows at least them understands that Princess is not dangerous.

Horrortale Grillby - For obvious reasons, Ember can't get near the water, but that doesn't mean Cactus can't have fun. He's standing at a safe distance, watching his golden retriever puppy play with the others and trying not to cringe every time he barrel rolls his way and shakes next to him, sending water on his fire and causing weird vapor noises to escape from his body.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He's swimming with Antoinette in the big pool. Pumpkin hates to swim in deep water, but his dog loves it, so he's mostly hanging onto her back and letting her drag him wherever she is. Pumpkin loves his doberman girl and wants to spend time with just her. He's having fun despite all the people around making him a little nervous. He just needs a few breaks from time to time.

Horrorfell Sans - Well, that's lame. Turns out his beagle Harper doesn't like the water, so he's pretty much playing with him on the side of the pool with a ball. Everytime Copper tries to go in the water with his S/O, as, you know, he paid for the damn pool, Harper thinks he's going to drawn and drag him back on the edge of the pool by his valid arm. Copper is so annoyed right now.

Horrorswapfell Sans - Well, he thought it was a good idea, but now he's just stressed. He can't see, but he trusted his dog to have fun. Except that everytime he thinks his dog is coming back to him... That's not his dog. He petted he doesn't know how many dogs, but his dog is not coming back. After twenty minutes, he's freaking out, screaming after Darling to come back, never noticing the Dalmatian actually never left his side and is pretty much sitting next to him since they arrived lol.

Dancefell Sans - He's in the pool, drowning in embarrassment, trying really hard to pretend his dog is not stalking the pet toilet area and running to eat the other dogs' poo everytime one of them has to go. He tried to stop Cerise from going, but his German Shepard just ignores him completely. At least the pet toilet area is always clean so it's not all bad...

Dancefell Papyrus - He's annoyed. He's trying to have fun, but Socrate, his border collie, decided he won't let his sheep drown and won't stop trying to save him from the other dogs and humans every time he goes in the water. Tango tried to tire him by swimming in the big pool for two hours, but turns out after two hours, he's the one completely exhausted and his dog is perfectly fine. How much damn energy this dog have?! That's not fair!

Farmtale Sans - He's embarrassed. If his Great Pyrenees, Simba, is behaving good and having fun for once, despite smelling like old goat, maybe taking Stitch with him wasn't his best idea. His farm border collie is pretty much herding every dog in sight, and when there are no dogs around, he's herding their humans. Sam tries to pretend it's not his dog, but, uh, Stitch won't stop herding the dogs and the humans towards him so it's not difficult to know who he's belonging to.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's chilling with Lilo in the jacuzzi. He knows it's not the point of the thing, but all the pools are crowded except the jacuzzis and his border collie don't mind as long as she's with him so... Yeah, he's pretty much not leaving the jacuzzi all day long.

Mafiatale Papyrus - The man at the entrance frowned and asked if that's a fox, but one death glare and they nodded, gave him a ticket, and let him do whatever he wanted. Now, all the dogs are scared of Bleach, but that's ok. Bleach doesn't really like the water, he just likes him. Creeper ends relaxing on the lazy river, his fox sleeping on his ribcage, all alone. Well, this is fun.

Mafiafell Sans - What do you mean he can't go in with his 30 dogs? Do you want to hurt their feelings? Do you think his girls won't know some went to the pool while the others were not authorized to go? Are you heartless? Fang sighs and drops 3000 dollars into the guy's hand. Here, now fuck off and let his girls enjoy the pool. The man nods and lets him go. Fang is taking an entire pool just for himself, playing with his girls. He's having fun!

Disbelief Papyrus - He's not sure what he was thinking. Aurora is a carlin, and she's old. The second Delta tried to put one of her paws in the water, she started to screech at the top of her lungs like she's getting murdered, drawing the attention of everyone on her. Even some dogs came to check on her to be sure she wasn't dying. Delta gave up and just sat on the edge of the pool. Aurora, half blind, ran to him, happy, didn't notice the gap next to her, and fell into the pool. Delta just sighs and jumps after her. He's going to do that a lot of times today.

[chil-aglia]

May I submit a request for the new Bad Things Happen bingo?🥺

Bingo slot: Overprotectiveness.

Characters: FTNTH Leo,  Donnie and Mikey

Plot: The turtles are doing something in the Hidden City (Raph can be with them in that sense that they went together but now got separated.) And someone attacks the trio,  maybe some witches that have a grudge against Donnie?🤔 And Leo’s brothers get slightly injured (like just a scratch or a bruise) and he goes to all scary “monster” , nearly killing the attackers before getting comforted and calmed by his brothers. His bros are also scared of him but love him at the same time, so they collect all of their courage to face him. (You know the kind of thing that happens in movies and other shows where the protected have to go all I’m fine,  please don’t kill them! So the protector doesn’t murder everyone in sight🤣)

I hope this is like an alright request. I never done something like this before.😅

This will be marked off as 'Overprotectiveness' as that is the main focus!

Hope you enjoy this! And sorry for any grammar errors made!

@badthingshappenbingo

Link to the fic on Ao3: Feral Mercy - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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Feral Mercy

Quick note: This is not canon to the main story of FTNTH

Bingo slot: Overprotectiveness

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles + my AU

Warnings; Violence, monstrous behavior, mild gore/injury description, threat of death, dissociation, etc

Summary: While exploring the Hidden City, the Turtles are ambushed by a group of witches with a grudge against Donnie. Separated from Raph, the trio is caught off guard and lightly injured in the scuffle. But the sight of his brothers bleeding—even if it’s just a scratch—is enough to send Leo into a monstrous rage.

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Leo knew he should’ve listened to his intuition.

The pit in his stomach had been there all morning, twisting tighter with every step toward the Hidden City. It hadn’t eased when they passed the boundary marker. Not when the glittering streets welcomed them with that familiar, deceptive charm. Not even when Mikey had beamed at him with that hopeful spark, saying, “This place has gotta have something that can help you, Leo.”

Because beneath the warm glow of lanterns and the comforting buzz of yokai going about their day, something felt… wrong.

The idea had sounded like hope — a cure, an answer, a fix to the grotesque transformation on his body. But hope had its price. And Leo had already paid too much.

Raph had gone off first, always the one to charge ahead and scout. 

“We’ll cover more ground if we split.” He had said, pounding a fist into his palm. “If one of these weird shops has anything cursed or magical, I’ll find it faster on my own.”

Leo didn’t argue. He hadn’t had the strength. But the moment Raph turned the corner and disappeared from view, the silence closed in fast and tight. Every step he took afterward echoed too loudly.

Mikey and Donnie flanked him almost immediately.

Neither said it aloud, but Leo knew why. He saw it in the glance Donnie gave him — sharp, calculating, concerned. He saw it in Mikey’s quiet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were worried. Not just about the mission.

About him.

And they had every reason to be.

The flick of his tail had betrayed his nerves early on, twitching erratically behind him like it had a mind of its own. His shell felt too tight — the monstrous spines protruding from it refusing to relax, standing on end like an animal sensing danger before it came. Even the air felt wrong against his skin, too thin, too dry, like it carried static that crawled across his bones.

Leo hated it. Hated being watched like he was a wild specimen. Hated feeling like he was wild. But even more than that, he hated that they were right.

His claws were half-drawn without him realizing, and his vision had sharpened to the point where he could see every crack in the Hidden City's cobbled path. His hearing was dialed up too — every whispered conversation, every scuttling insect, every heartbeat — too much.

He swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t have come here.”

Mikey tilted his head. “What do you mean, dude? We’re doing this for you.”

“I know.” Leo muttered, voice flat. “That’s the problem.”

Donnie stopped walking, narrowing his eyes behind his goggles. “You're sensing something, aren’t you?”

Leo clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to admit how loud the voice in the back of his mind was getting — the one that whispered danger over and over, clawing at his thoughts like the curse itself.

A sudden gust swept through the alleyway they turned into. Cold. Too cold. The torches lining the stone walls flickered violently.

Then, the noise stopped.

No footsteps. No merchants. No voices.

Just silence.

Leo’s tail froze mid-flick.

“…Donnie.” He whispered. “Tell me you feel that.”

Donnie had already drawn his tech-bo. Mikey’s hands were glowing faintly with mystic energy, his usual cheer vanished under the weight of quiet tension.

“I feel it…” Donnie murmured. “We’re being watched.”

A heartbeat passed.

Then—

A shriek tore through the air, sharp and guttural. From the shadows of a side tunnel, something lunged. No—three somethings. Cloaked figures with jagged staffs and large hats.

Witches.

Leo barely had time to react before Mikey’s yell split the air and Donnie was shoving him backward. He hit the ground hard, head spinning—and for a moment, something primal surged to the surface.

He scanned the area, mouth hung open as he witnessed one of the witches pinning down Mikey with their magic staff, while the other two were after Donnie.

“Who are you?!” Donnie yelled, before he flinched and jumped back when they conjured a fireball at him.

“You… you destroyed our town! We came for revenge.”

The witch’s voice was like gravel dragged across glass, guttural and warped, and Donnie blinked, his mind trying to catch up with the accusation. His tech-bo spun defensively in his hands, shielding him from the sudden crackling heat of the fireball that followed.

“Seriously?! That was a while ago!” Donnie barked, ducking the blast as it scorched the stone behind him. “Also, technically, I tried to help in the end. What happened was not entirely my fault! Totally different context!”

Leo barely heard the exchange, the blood in his ears roared too loudly, his vision tunneling.

Mikey was struggling beneath one of the witches, pinned by threads of sickly green magic that coiled around his limbs like snakes. His bright orange mask was twisted in pain, his fingers twitching as he tried to summon his mystic chains, but the curse locked around him pulsed harder with every attempt. He was being smothered. Fast.

Donnie darted sideways, narrowly avoiding a swipe of one witch’s twisted staff, sparks erupting where it struck the ground. “Leo—!” He shouted, “Do something!”

Leo didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

He was staring down at his palms again, trembling, twitching at his sides. His whole body vibrated with something unnatural, a low thrum that started in his chest and spread outward, sizzling along his limbs like a current begging to ignite.

No. Not again.

Not again.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t let it out. Not fully. Not unless he absolutely had to. 

But now, Mikey was screaming, Donnie was pleading for him. With a hesitant look from his spot, he froze at the sight.

His brothers bruised and bloodied slightly from their scuffling with these three powerful witches.

Leo’s breath caught.

He saw the witch tightening the cursed bindings around Mikey’s chest, forcing a choked, gasping sound from his brother’s throat.

His vision shifted. Darkness bloomed at the edges. The pulse inside his ears wasn't blood anymore.

It was drums.

The growl left him before he could think—deep, guttural, unnerving. The kind of sound that made Donnie flinch as he turned toward him.

“Leo—?”

But Leo was gone.

What stood in his place was someone else. Chest breathing rapidly, tail flicking side to side, the spines on his shell standing as tall as they could, eyes trained on the target, his pupils slit as all he saw was red.

His markings glowed dimly too.

The witch pinning Mikey barely had time to lift her head.

Leo was on her.

A flash of movement, a blur of snarling fury. Leo slammed her into the alley wall, the stone exploding outward on impact. Her staff flew from her hands, clattering to the ground as her magic bindings evaporated.

Mikey gasped in a breath, finally free, and Donnie barely got up in time as the remaining two witches turned their focus toward Leo, hissing with fury.

“You’ve got some nerve, mutant.” One spat, raising her staff, Leo ripped it from her grip, snapped it in half, and drove the splintered end into her thigh. She shrieked, falling back as her blood painted the wall.

The other one tried to conjure a shield. Leo shattered it with a swing of his tail, then slammed her face-first into the ground hard enough to leave a crater.

His eyes were predatory as he stepped closer, shoulders heaving. He was breathing, but barely in control. Barely himself.

He floated somewhere above it all—hovering behind his own eyes, watching through a red haze as something else took over. His claws flexed. His tail thrashed. His spines snapped up like blades. His eyes dilated into slits. The darkness closed in, curling tightly around the frayed edges of his mind.

Zarynthia whispered sweet nothings in the silence.

"They hurt your family. Let them feel it."

The growl that escaped Leo’s throat was inhuman.

“You attacked my family.” Leo snarled, voice warped, like something ancient twisting inside his throat. “You made a mistake.”

The witches flinched.

Even Donnie and Mikey froze.

“Leo—” Mikey said softly, from the ground, but his brother didn’t respond.

He lunged.

The fight didn’t last long after that. Leo’s blows were devastating, inhumanly fast. 

Donnie, barely able to lift his bō with his damaged hand, stared wide-eyed. “Leo—stop! You’re going to kill them!”

Leo didn’t hear him.

He stalked toward the crumpled witches, claws glistening red. His markings glowed sickly. His mouth open, too wide for comfort, fangs glinting.

The witches were moaning now—one with a crushed arm, another coughing up teeth. They couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. But Leo still advanced, slow, deliberate, drunk on the high of violence.

“Do it.” Zarynthia hissed inside him. “Tear them apart. They deserve it. Your brothers deserve justice. Blood for blood.”

Kill, kill, kill, kill—

“Leo…” Donnie said carefully, stepping forward with one hand outstretched. “It’s over.”

The growl that answered him was soft. Defensive. Like a cornered animal.

Then Mikey limped over. “It’s okay, Leo. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Leo’s gaze snapped toward him, feral and wild. But Mikey didn’t flinch. He simply reached out, hand resting gently on Leo’s wrist, not to restrain, but to remind.

Leo’s breath caught.

He stared at Mikey’s hand on his skin, then his own. Shaking. Splintered. Too much.

He came down from the high of wanting to tear apart someone, he wobbled on his feet, kneeling to his knees as he pants to catch his breath.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” He rasped.

“You saved us.” Mikey assured, kneeling down to his level as he offered a small smile. Leo saw the cuts and bruised more clearly on him, making him flinch back slightly, afraid that he might hurt Mikey if he got close to him.

But Mikey just hugs him. Pulling him in tight as the spines on the slider's shell flattened, his tail curled close, and for the first time since arriving in the Hidden City… he let himself tremble.

Because the real danger hadn’t been the witches.

It had been the monster he knew was still inside him.

Waiting.

“Come on…let’s go find Raph.” Donnie coerced the two into standing up, sticking to Leo as he glanced back over to the three witches. Shocked to find them already gone, they must’ve gathered enough magic or strength to get away from them.

From him.

The three walked out the alleyway, and behind his eyes, Zarynthia whispered…

“You can’t contain it forever, little turtle. You’re already cracking.”

And Leo, silent and shaking, believed her.

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Bad things happen bingo 2 (OPEN)

[little-mouse-gardens]

A party for the goblin king

Yan fae king future Donnie x reader

Here is a little blurb I wrote based on my yandere fae king turtles au. Just a little idea that popped up in my mind while I was was listening to *cough* crane wives song curses *cough* and I couldn’t resist the urge to let my brain-rot run wild.

Tagging @lexiechr, @souperwrites, @radicallxser and @saltydoesstuff for feeding into my brainrot for these silly fellas >:3

Note : Let me know if there’s any spelling errors (autocorrect currently hates me for some reason)

Tw : Mentions of violence, alcohol, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only), slightly suggestive???

Nothing about this place felt safe to you.

Nothing at all.

The warmth of the fire pit and torches. The glow of lanterns around the courtyard filled with so many types of goblin like fae running around partying and celebrating.

The savory scents of roasted meats and vegetables or the sugary scents of pastries of all kinds wafting into the air

Sounds of joyful music, laughter and the occasional cheering or rather yelling over the games being hosted down below from where you were seated.

All of it should have made you feel warm, safe or welcome.

However it was anything but welcoming to you. Considering you were currently seated in the lap of the being who’d been tormenting your cottage and kidnapped you the second those protective seals had been broken.

The horror of getting dragged into the woods over his shoulder from the safety of your home still angers you even in this moment.

Memories of pushing against him as he whispered sweet promises of an eternity of love and laughter by his side still echoed in your mind.

Absentmindedly messing with the hem of the soft silk robes he’d clothed you in and occasionally messing with the necklace of amethyst beads he’d claimed to have hand carved and strung himself while you angrily contemplated your circumstances.

What you wouldn’t give to be away from him and this nightmare you’d fallen into by chance. Just one smack to his smug face would quell that rage burning inside you.

Speaking of your captor, Donatello seemed to pick up on this change in your mood. His eyes moving away from the party to look at his beloved resting against him. Every fiber of his been fighting the urge to just start peppering kisses all across your body.

Slowly, he shifted you around in his hold so you were sitting sideways. His hand gently coming up to cup your chin and tilt your head to face him.

“something the matter, dearest?” He asked, his tridactyl hands slowly tracing patterns and shapes across your back and shoulders. The goblet of wine he’d been sipping and the letters of congratulations from his goblin subjects to him and his new spouse settled to the side on a table, “you seem distant? Is the music not to your liking? I did made sure the musicians learned your favorite songs”

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the soft shelled terrapins smug tone. Shifting around uncomfortably in his hold to try and have some semblance of space between you and him.

“No, everything’s fine” you replied as casually as possible, turning your head away so you didn’t have to lock eyes with him. though a hint of your nervousness crept through that facade you held, “I’m just a little tired is all. This party’s been going on for what? Like three hours now?”

Donnie let out a deep chuckle at your reply. Your efforts to distance yourself from him and the twinge of anxiety creeping into your voice not going unnoticed by his keen senses.

Shifting you around again in his embrace so you were facing him, he reached a hand up to mess with the flowers neatly styled into your hair.

“Now, my darling” he crooned, slowly twirling a strand of your hair in his hand. The action combined with that low purr in his voice making warmth rise to your cheeks. A thought in the back of your mind screaming to run yet your body would not move an inch.

That smug smirk of his seemed to compliment that soft loving yet possessive look in those dark eyes that. Eyes that practically stared into your soul everytime they looked at you as he gazed at you. His free hand making sure you were securely seated across his lap, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “try to enjoy the evening, Hmmm? After all I spent a very, very, very, that’s three verys, long time planning for this celebration of our love. Your allowed to relax you know”

Before you could even ask how on earth you were supposed to enjoy this when he kidnapped you and put you through hell, he leaned in and pressed a tender yet passionate kiss to your lips.

His beak cold against your skin as you sat there wide eyed and frozen in surprise. A soft smile gracing his face as he felt your muscles relax slightly. Feeling his hands come up and rest on the back of your head when he pulled you closer to him. Basking in the softness of your lips and the scent of flowers still clinging to your skin from the bath.

Eventually, he pulled away to let you breathe. A small yelp of surprise escaping you when he teasingly nipped at your bottom lip, eliciting a breathy chuckle from him.

Resting his elbow on the arm rest of his throne and propping his head up with his hand. A look of pure adoration in his eyes that both frightened you and made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“I love you, my dear” he murmured, his voice soft and eyes half lidded. tracing a heart across your neck with his free hand. his guilded claws brushing against your skin that you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be affectionate or a subtle reminder that you’d belong to him.

“so, so much” he murmured, his arm coming to wrap around your waist to press your frame against his plastron. The party becoming more of a blur as you quietly rested in his embrace. Peppering kisses across your head as you fought back the urge to push against him.

Looking back on it?

Maybe you should have just cut your losses and moved when you and the chance.

Now you dance and shed your tears in the loving but possessive arms of the goblin king.

[arottmntepisodeguide]

A Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episode order

There wasn't any correct viewing order online, so I just made one myself.

Season 1:

Ep 1: Mystic Mayhem

Ep 2: Origami Tsunami/Donnie's Gifts

Ep 3: War and Pizza/Down with the Sickness

Ep 4: Newsworthy/Minotaur Maze

Ep 5: Repo Mantis/Hypno! Part Deux!

Ep 6: The Fast and the Furriest/Shell in a Cell

Ep 7: Mascot Melee/The Longest Fight

Ep 8: Bug Busters

Ep 9: The Gumbus/Stuck on You

Ep 10: The Purple Jacket/Portal Jacked!

Ep 11: Mrs Cuddles/Hot Soup: The Game

Ep 12: Smart Lair/Pizza Pit

Ep 13: The Evil League of Mutants

Ep 14: Late Fee/Bullhop

Ep 15: Al Be Back/Nothing But Truffle

Ep 16: The Purple Game/You Got Served

Ep 17: Shadow of Evil

Ep 18: Man Vs Sewer/Mystic Library

Ep 19: Mind Meld/One Man's Junk

Ep 20: Sparring Partner/Warren and Hypno, Sitting in a Tree

Ep 21: Turtle-Dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man/Operation Normal

Ep 22: The Mutant Menace/The Ancient Art of Hide and Seek

Ep 23: Snow Day/How to Make Enemies and People Bend to Your Will

Ep 24: Cloak and Swaggart/Jupiter Jim Ahoy!

Ep 25: Insane in the Mama Train

Ep 26: Endgame

Season 2:

Ep 27: Many Unhappy Returns

Ep 28: Todd Scouts/Goyles, Goyles, Goyles

Ep 29: Flushed But Never Forgotten/Lair Games

Ep 30: Breaking Purple/Repairin' The Baron

Ep 31: Air Turtle/Pizza Puffs

Ep 32: Mystery Meat/Hidden City Job

Ep 33: Sidekick Ahoy!/Always Be Brownies

Ep 34: Donnie Vs Witch Town/Raph's Ride Along

Ep 35: Hidden City's Most Wanted/Bad Hair Day

Ep 36: Fists Of Furry/The Clothes Don't Make the Turtles

Ep 37: Battle Nexus: New York

Ep 38: E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind/Shreddy or Not

Ep 39: Anatawa Hitorijanai/Rise

This is a condensed version of one I made on Reddit (removing the essentials list, an alternate episode order, explanation of episode placement, etc). Here's that one for anybody interested. I'm confident that season 1's first half (at least everything before Bug Busters) is in a suitable order, but the second half is definitely up in the air about where the episodes go. Leave any comments if you notice something is out of order. Also, this is a repost because I compiled an image for all the episodes now and I think that can make this more visible for people that could need it/are looking for it.

[mira--image]

ROTTMNT EPISODE ORDER

[Masterpost]

We fans know how hard it is not only to access the show's episodes, but to watch them in order as well. I created this list when I was rewatching the show and noticing all the inconsistencies in the timeline. I went off the production codes for the base order, then rearranged it based on what made sense to me. I organised the plot into more consistent arcs. So this isn't THE order, but it's the order I watch it in and enjoy. Hopefully it's a useful resource for some of you too!

Some spoilers below, because I left notes for myself to explain the order. (Dm me if you wanna know where I watch the show 🏴‍☠️)

SEASON 1 

The Mad Dogs team is formed, and decide to start going on missions to help the city.

Mutant mayhem. Turtles, April, Draxum, Hidden City, and weapons introduced.

Origami tsunami. Inspired, the team decides to go on a hero mission. Foot clan introduced. Raph makes a full mystic body, only briefly.

Newsworthy. The team continues to do missions of a much smaller scale. First mutant introduced. Raph can make a full magic arm.

The turtles explore ways to better their new hero team in between living their regular lives.

War and Pizza. Donnie tries to use his tech for good. Raph fails to activate his ninpo.

Donnie’s gifts. Donnie tries to use his tech for good again, and it works this time. Too bad the team doesn't like it. Meat sweats introduced.

Down with the sickness. Raph and Leo’s leadership skills are explored. 

Shell in a cell. PBJ duo and leader duo navigate their dynamics. Ghost bear introduced.

Repo mantis. With their friendship renewed, Donnie and Mikey hang out. Todd is introduced, the turtle tank base materials are acquired.

Hypno! Part Deux! While Mikey and Donnie are gone, Leo and Raph help April with a problem at school. April has no friends, her side plot of wanting to be normal is introduced.

Minotaur maze. Hueso and the mystic pizza restaurant are introduced. The team members practice controlling their mystic weapons.

The Fast and the Furriest. The turtle tank is completed, and stolen. They go back to the mystic pizza place to look for the culprit.

Mascot Melee. Raph explores the surface, and sees how more of the new mutants try to blend in.

The gumbus. Baxter Stockboy is introduced.

Bug Busters. The team begrudgingly tries to deal with the oozesquitos themselves. Big Mama is introduced, Baron Draxum lore, Leo’s strategy explored. Raph’s and Leo's mystics improve.

The longest fight. The team is even more reluctant now to sacrifice their time for missions. It seems their game of playing hero is growing stale, but trouble keeps coming their way. Armor plot introduced.

Al be back. Satisfied that they seemingly stopped the foot clan, the team carries on with their lives. Stockboy returns. Alberto is taken care of. Splinter is shown to be musically inclined.

Mrs. Cuddles. The brothers hang out. Mrs. Cuddles only shows up here.

Nothing but truffle. Mikey is shown spending more time with the new mutants, but needs a little character development. Todd and Meat sweats return.

Stuck on you. Raph tries to get the Mad Dogs to go on missions again and improve their teamwork. The shell hogs are introduced. The armor plot is furthered.

Pizza pit. The brothers try to get pizza. Bug buster suits and shell hogs are used again.

The purple jacket. Donatello sneaks into April's high school. The purple dragons are introduced.

Smart lair. After meeting the purple dragons, Donnie has a renewed interest in his tech. Donnie tries to use his tech for good. Shelldon is introduced.

Mind meld. Donnie tries to lead a mission with his brothers and shelldon, and it doesn't go well. Donnie tries to ‘fix’ his brothers again using tech. The purple dragons are mentioned.

Hot soup: the game. Mikey goes on the team's first solo mission. Donnie puts more faith in his brothers. The foot recruit is introduced.

The Evil League of Mutants. The team goes on a mission again to stop crab men at the greenhouse, and it doesn't go well. They ask Splinter to train them again, but splinter doesn't think they need formal training. Splinter teaches them to be more creative and improve without weapons. They get targeted by Baron Draxum. Baron Draxum backstory.

Bullhop. After seeing how many enemies they have, the team decide to fix at least one mistake and make a friend. Bullhop is introduced. The team carefully plans a mission together, but it doesn't go according to plan. Big Mama's web plot hits a dead end.

Turtle-dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man. Splinter backstory mentioned. Big mama mentions how they stole her webs in bullhop. Warren doesn't wear the gauntlet all the time. Splinter vows to be a more attentive father.

Late fee. Splinter keeps his promise and offers hugs in exchange for his sons to run an errand. Ghost bear returns. Leo's portals improve.

The world becomes more dangerous, and Splinter begins formally training his sons.

Shadow of evil. Splinter pays more attention to April, and discovers a strange symbol on her shirt. Splinter's identity revealed and armor plots furthered. Splinter has to step up to meet his destiny, and promises to train his sons.

The ancient art of ninja hide and seek. Splinter makes good on his promise to train them. He trains them to improve without relying on weapons again. Lou jitsu and big mama lore.

The purple game. The mad dogs go to a sci-fi convention, except Donnie, who gets addicted to a game. The purple dragons are involved.

Jupiter Jim ahoy! Day two of the sci-fi convention. Splinter talks about being Lou jitsu. Jupiter Jim introduced.

The mutant menace. Baxter Stockboy causes mutant panic. The team needs to lay low for a while. Leo's portals grow in size and maximum distance, but struggle with going to the right location.

Warren and hypno sitting in a tree. The armor plot is furthered.

Portal jacked! Leo's portals send his brothers to the wrong location without him. The Hidden City is explored, Leo’s portals improve. Captain piel is introduced, Hueso and Leo grow closer.

Mystic library. The team finds another mystic location. Mystic library introduced, Raph’s mystics improve.

Operation normal. Sunita is introduced, April's friendship plot and armor plot are furthered, Leo’s portals improve.

How to make enemies and bend people to your will. Draxum and armor plot furthered. Draxum becomes leader of the foot clan. Foot recruit returns.

Man vs sewer. The team take a break from Splinter's training. Raph gets lost in the sewers. Leo’s leadership improves, as his brothers don't take the situation seriously.

Sparring partner. Raph finds training a bit too easy, and rescues a paper ninja. With more free time and less of a power dynamic since Draxum became leader, foot recruit and foot lieutenant grow closer.

You got served. Huseo gets Leo and Mikey to be waiters for one night.

Snow day. Leo is using portals reliably. Ghost bear mutates.

One man’s junk. Donnie and Mikey go on their own mission to collect mystic metal, but aren't trusted in their decisions. Leo’s portals improve. Repo mantis’ cat introduced.

Cloak and swagger. Splinter tries to train the boys in the woods, but get stuck indoors. Sunita and April hang out. Shelldon is like Donnie’s son.

Todd Scouts. The mad dogs aren't taking training seriously. Splinter and the boys actually go to the woods this time. Donnie uses sign language, Todd reveals his mystic power.

Insane in the mama train. The boys choose to give themselves entirely to training. The armor plot is almost finished.

End game. The boys decide that being themselves is more effective than not (which was splinter's original conclusion before he was pressured by the ancestors). Continuation of insane in mama train. Shredder introduced.

SEASON 2

Many unhappy returns. Continuation of end game. Lou jitsu backstory. Leo’s strategy improves, but he fails to communicate and coordinate with his team. Mikey’s powers improve. Raph’s powers improve (both in size and his first raph clone limb).

Goyles, Goyles, Goyles. Turtle mutation flashback.

After facing such a foe, the appeal of being a hero team fades a bit. Only Raph seems to be interested in continuing training and missions.

Flushed, but never forgotten. Mikey is playing the hot soup game. Buddy the paper ninja is there. Splinter says ‘you only learn lessons the hard way’, which I interpret to reference the harsh lesson from Todd scouts. 

Lair games. Leo’s strategy improves. Leo gets on Donnie's bad side.

The hidden city job. Leo tries to get back on Donnie's good side. Leo goes to the Hidden City with Huseo. The shadow fiend is mentioned, the upcoming battle nexus mentioned.

Repairin’ the baron. Baron Draxum becomes an ally, and gets a job.

Pizza puffs. Raph is the last one still taking heroing seriously. The first villain is kidnapped.

Sidekick ahoy! Jupiter Jim returns. Raph is the only one acting rationally at first, then he too gives in.

Air turtle. Leo becomes a basketball mascot. Leo is still not a good communicator and fixes the problem himself.

Breaking purple. Shelldon is 13. Donnie tries to 'fix' Shelldon through discipline (he learned his lesson from Mind Meld and smart lair not to mess with his mind), but learns his own lesson not to forcefully change others once again, this time for real. The purple dragons are back.

Always be brownies. Foot recruit tries another way to gain power. Splinter bonds with her and April. More kidnapping.

Mystery meat. Draxum likes his job. He grows closer to the turtles.

Raph’s ride along. The team goes to the Hidden City for a holiday.

Donnie vs witch town. Donnie reveals that he wishes he had mystic powers. He learns that tech and mystics can work together.

Hidden city’s most wanted. Baron Draxum and Splinter grow closer.

Bad hair day. Leo has a spa day.

Fists of furry. April becomes a more integrated part of the family, and practises ninjutsu.

The clothes don’t make the turtle. Movie makeover montage! More kidnapping.

The Mad Dogs are forced into fighting once more.

Battle nexus New York. Kidnapper and shadow fiend revealed.

Finale part 1 & 2.  Splinter’s memories are explored. Shredder returns. Karai is introduced, and lost. The lair is destroyed.

Finale part 3. April is accepted as a Hamato. The Mad Dogs unlock their ninpo.

Finale part 4. The final fight against the shredder. Cassandra Jones switches sides. Leo is made the leader, but he hasn't yet learned to be a good communicator and not do everything himself. How will he lead the team after seeing how dangerous this life can be? Does he double down like Raph would, or pull back and encourage fewer, safer missions without giving a reason?

[mismatchedtwins]

Mismatched Twins - Take Four

“Tell me again why we can’t just teleport?”

The injured turtle clutches at Donnie as he leaps from one floating rock to another, face pressed against his shoulder at the sudden changes in gravity. Like any Leonardo predictably would, he’s doing his best to pretend that each jump isn’t affecting him. Donnie knows that the ribs pressed against his carapace have to be causing some discomfort, even if they do have a solid layer of plastron.

He keeps refusing Donnie’s offers to break, so Donnie presses on.

He’s only a few pounds heavier than April, probably due to the shell, but Donnie’s spent years dragging things around the lab, so he knows his endurance can last far longer than his body believes that it can. Though, it has been driving him nuts, that something about his physique has felt oh-so-remotely off since he… arrived in this prison, but he’s doing his best to think about important things.

Not the small fire burning his ankle or the nail in his shoulder every time Leon moves his arm even lightly. Things like, getting home to the brothers that watched him… transport away at April’s hands and who have probably written him off as dead.

He has to get home. They have to know he’s okay.

“Leonardo.”

Donnie grips the rock as he gets his footing, grateful for the strange pulls of gravity between the masses that occur in Dimension X and this strange, broken dimension. He doesn’t know how long he’s been moving, but the fluid jumps ease the burden.

“Ninpo… batt’ry low.” His companion sounds tired, but he’s still conscious, and that’s really want Donnie cares about. “Can’t re…charge. Need to pre…preserve it.”

“Inconvenient.” Donnie mutters as he finally locates a good area for a pit stop. “Stay with me, Leon. Just a few more bounds.”

“Not sleeping.” Leon mumbles. “Not…asleep.”

“Keep it that way.”

Donnie hurries his pace, only stopping when he stumbles and almost loses his balance. He takes a couple breathes, ignoring the fuzz in his peripheral. Leon notices and offers his continuous, halfhearted, “Put… medown. I can w…walk.”

“Don’t see much of a point.” He states cooly as he soldiers on, “We’re practically there.”

Leon shifts, “Where..?”

“Hopefully, a safe place for you to rest.”

“I don’t need-”

“I’m one word away from dropping you.” Donnie lies as he finally crosses the distance. “You’re not the only turtle who could use a break, you know.”

No snappy reply to that one. Donnie tries not to let that worry him.

He sticks the landing and then carries Leon across the homestretch. There’s a small enclosure a couple feet away, not big enough for two, but wide enough for one of them to curl up in. Theoretically.

Donnie kneels down next to it and the weight drops from his back.

He’s grateful to see an exhausted, but conscious turtle surveying him apprehensively. He looks to the side, face scrunching.

“You don’t expect me to crawl… ‘n there, do you?”

“Once I’m done with your check-up, yeah.” Donnie offers helpfully, pressing hands on both sides of his jaw and checking his pupils in the relative dark. “Because I’m going to look around and I don’t want you to be a sitting duck.”

The turtle yawns and digs his phone from his belt. It’s one of those shiny, smooth, compact phones that can do a million more things than Donnie’s glorified walk-in-talkies can do. Donnie tries not to ogle as he taps the function for the flashlight and then offers it.

He mutters a thanks and pretends like the random burst of jealousy never happened as he confirms that Leon’s pupils are behaving appropriately. He turns it off afterward upon seeing the battery was nearly halfway dead, certain that they should preserve it.

Leo doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment. Upon it’s return, he immediately opens an app to flick through it.

Donnie turns off his phone and pockets it.

He earns an indignant squawk and baps the hand that reaches out.

“Too much exposure to screen light awakens the brain.” He recites the private factoid that he has never once told his brothers ever for his own sanity. “I’ll give it back once you rest.”

“If you wanted to ditch me this much, you coulda done it back there.” Leon’s grin doesn’t reach his eyes, too laced in pained exhaustion. “Would’ave saved you some time.”

“You need a nap.” He scolds, trying not to think about how much he sounds like his own bossy brother. Oh, Leo. “And I need to confirm that we’re not going to starve here.”

“Dehydration’ll get us first.” Leon points out as Donnie moves on. That’s a morbid thought, but entirely accurate. “Not if I can help it.”

“You gonna pull water from rocks?”

“Don’t exactly have any godly powers on my side.” Donnie states wryly. “So I’ll have to make do with what I do have.”

“Which is…?”

“Science.”

“…Science.”

“Science.”

“What does that even…” Leon shakes his head. “You know what? Don’t care. Not napping.”

“And why not?”

“Cause you like jumping off cliffs for fun.” Leon pokes his face with a smirk. Donnie knocks the invasive hand away, pressing a finger to the vein in his neck. “Someone’s gotta keep you alive.”

Donnie huffs, shoving memories down when three other turtles told him a variety of the exact same thing. “I can take care of myself.”

“You jumped off a cliff.”

“Okay, technically, I only took a few steps.”

“You walked off a cliff.”

“I was testing a reasonable hypothesis.”

“Mhmm, mhm, mhm.” Leon nods patronizingly before he drawls, “Totally get that. And that’s why I’m here. To talk you out of testing dumb theories that could kill you, don’tr-”

He blinks, abruptly, body going stiff. Donnie furrows his brow at the strange slur of words, but lets him stew in his thoughts, appreciative of the new silence that comes with it.

“Okay, nap time.” Donnie proclaims when he decides that Leon isn’t going to die if his body shuts down for a bit. “We’ll keep moving once your body has recouped.”

“You really expect me to sleep here?” He eyes the hidey-hole like he expects it to turn out to be a monster’s mouth.

“Yep.”

Leon doesn’t move. Donnie scowls irritably.

“If you do not rest, you cannot heal.”

“Can and am.” Leon preens, waving a hand down his plastron. “This fine bod was made that way. Goat man says that my body’s always getting better even as I get worse.” His face blanches, “Hey, that sounds less complement-y than I remembered…”

Donnie attempts to process past the blatant ego. “Goat man..?”

“Y’know.” Leon rolls his hand. “Draxum.”

Donnie can’t fathom why this kid thinks he should know that name. “Maybe I should double-check for a concussion.”

“You telling me you’ve never heard of Draxum?” Leon gives him a funny look. “Mad scientist? Ooze wielder? Cafeteria lady? Dad-not-dad? Big part of the Mad Dog backstory?”

“See, now you’re just spitting out words.” Donnie grumbles as he cups his cheeks and lifts his head, more to annoy him than for medical analysis. “Hold still.”

Leon only waves his arms, words mashed like his face. “He t’rew me off a wroof!”

“That’s nice.” Donnie hums with a calculated condescension, smirking when his prisoner attempts to scowl. Leon shoves against his plastron and squirms free, indignant as Donnie releases him and holds up his hands in surrender. “It was awful, actually! It was a really tall building! Really tall!”

The high and whiney tint to his voice reminds him of when Mikey is in serious need of some feeling validation. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he gives him a more solmen nod instead. “Sounds it.”

He eyes him, suspicious. “I could have died. I would have!” His voice drops dramatically. “If Raph hadn’t caught me.”

“Raph catching Leos when they fall off tall buildings is a universal constant.” Donnie notes to show that he’s being very attentive. “This Draxum, scientist, lady, goat man, is not. Got it.”

Leon continues to give him the stink eye. Mikey usually complains a lot longer than this, so Donnie isn’t sure if it’s an appropriate time to move on to what really matters or not. “So…”

“Tell me a bedtime story.”

Donnie stares at him. “Excuse me?”

“You want me to go to sleep. I want you to tell me a story.” Leon decides with a bright grin. “A really good one about these brothers that you won’t stop blabbing about.”

Donnie feels like he missed something. “…Why?”

“Limited time offer, guy. Take it or leave it.”

He hesitates. “And then you’ll sleep?”

Leo lays himself down and scoots into the mini cave. With little room left, he gets comfy on his plastron, “Bedtime story. Go!”

“Aren’t you fifteen or something…”

“Less questions, more story, aaaand go!”

“I feel kinda-”

“Guuuuy-”

“Fine!”

He smirks, chin happily settled on fist.

Donnie bites his lip.

“Here, I’ll help! Once upon a- now here’s where you start- tiiime…”

Hoping to shut the turtle up for five minutes, Donnie starts telling the least daunting, embarrassing, or traumatizing recent memory that he can recall: namely, that one time Stockman turned a bunch of bugs into mutants and started robbing banks, giving Donnie the chance to save the day with his harnesses.

Even if no one mentioned that bit.

Which wasn’t important. They all did their part.

Besides, they were really cool. Mikey reassured him of that.

“…And it turns out, Raph apparently learned some super secret phrase from Splinter to help him keep calm in the battle. It really ticked Leo off that he wouldn’t share it with him.”

He chuckles as he recalls his ‘older and maturer’ brother arriving into his lab to slam the door and pathetically snivel to him about it. “Raph was super smug about it until Splin-ter…”

He trails off and his smile fades when he catches the look on Leon’s face. It disappears as he faces away, stretching his arms with a dry smirk. “You are really good at that.”

“Oh, heh-?” Donnie rubs the back of his neck bashfully as heat crawls up it. Usually, it’s Mikey who gets attention for that sort of thing. “G-Good? At-?”

“Lying.” Any humor disappears. The heat drops down and burns in his chest. Donnie narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t lying.”

“Spoken like a true fibber.”

“You’re the one who asked me to-!” Donnie starts, hand at his chest, but Leon meets his gaze cooly. “I was waiting for you to slip up.”

“Slip UP?!”

“People usually do. Especially with a lie as detailed as this one.” He squints at him. “You’re almost as good as me.”

Donnie can’t believe the audacity. “What POINT would there be in lying to you?!”

“Make me eat up your sob story so I help you out.” Leon explains simply before he shrugs. “S’what I would do.”

“It is not a sob story, and I don’t need your help!” The blaze spreads, so he wrenches himself to his feet and stomps away. Leon calls after, “Don’t go jumping off any cliffs!”

His fists clench. “I DIDN’T JUMP!”

Donnie expects him to shout after or, shell, even transport beside him since he just admitted to being a liar, but he goes quiet. Donnie gives himself a few minutes to seethe before he drags himself back to his companion. Leon’s carapace is to the entrance, body tense.

Not sleeping. More than likely pouting.

Such a Leo move…

The sudden prodding ache reminds him of his mission.

Right. Back to worrying about important things.

He exhales and shakes off the invisible hand smashing in his chest. It gives some reprieve for him to focus, trying to dig up even the smallest facts that he knew about Mikey’s stories in Dimension X.

They had confirmed that Mikey had only been there several hours, which is good, because Donnie’d had plenty of trouble calming Leo’s irrational crisis over whether or not he was still the oldest. It was way too many hours wasted on an afternoon where he actually wanted to be sleeping. He’d never have made progress if the timeline had been expanded to months. If that had been the case, Leo would have had to fork over his big brother title, as degrading as that sounded.

Donnie can’t imagine what it would have been like to be separated from his family for that long.

Mikey had been all too eager to go into deep specifics about his time in Dimension X. Donnie forgot most of the unimportant things, but he’d estimated that Mikey’d eaten all his pizza reserves with the first hour or two there. Then he’d tried a variety of… Randomly described objects that ‘looked tasty’ before he’d settled on the Squeebles.

Supposedly, they’d had the texture of milkshakes, but not any definite flavor. They were yummy, boosted his “savageness,” and didn’t appear to have any negatives effects.

It would be good information to have if there was a single glimpse of life in this place at all. Is there even a working ecosystem?

He hasn’t even seen any boom rock trees or signs of the familiar silver bases. There didn’t seem to be much of anything. Not that he misses the Scatterpillars or elemental giants or Kraang worms.

Donnie shudders. Definitely not.

Then again, if the Kraang have access to cloaking domes, then what does that mean for these Krang?

Donnie sighs. He’s getting nowhere like this.

Mikey managed to explore and master miles of Kraang territory before they reached him. Sure, Mikey had his photographic memory, but there has to be a way to get similar results. There must be a way to replicate the kind of… Oh. Hm.

Donnie checks on Leon. He remains faced away.

Good. He stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles. Might as well try. What does he have to lose?

….Other than every trace of his dignity and self-respect.

He exhales in a huff. Okay. Head in the game. Think Mikey.

What would Mikey do?

Or better yet, what would Savage Mikey do?

Climb anything climbable. Swing from anything swingable. Wander around touching absolutely everything that he doesn’t understand. Stick unidentified objects between his toes.

….Yeah, he’s not doing that last one.

Donnie starts walking. His first instinct is to just wander, but Mikey’s more of a moth-to-a-flame kinda of turtle. So he chooses the random piece of curved metal in the distance. He ignores the knee-jerk reaction to dismiss any action that he doesn’t understand, obeying the urge to climb up and leap-frog to the next hunk.

A hollow clang greets him on the fourth landing. Donnie lifts a hand to look at the silent print left behind, brushing away more of the grime that reveals a light pinkish color. He slides down immediately, moving to the next large structure and finding a similar hunk of charred metal. He traces the bottom, where metal merges with rock, and debates how it got there. The metal almost looks seared in by some kind of intense heat. Was it purposeful?

He peeks around it, curious eyes trailing to a high point up ahead; tall but thin metal sheet slotted sideways into the ground. He fires his grapple and launches up to it, pulling himself to a comfortable crouch. His new weight doesn’t budge it, so he stands.

There’s a massive crater taken out of the island. Whatever’s left of the missing spot must be floating in the atmosphere around it. The destruction is mesmerizing. Of course, whatever the history of this dimension was, Donnie gets the feeling that it was not pretty.

He wonders if the Krang knows what it is. Maybe those horrors are part of the reason that he was so furious Leon brought him back.

Donnie’s eyes lock on movement in the distance. His eyes widen with interest and, because it’s definitely something Mikey would look into, he slides down to the ground and takes off in a sprint.

He heads towards the landmark. It’s the only chuck of faded pink with black stripes, so it’s not hard to track. He trips at the spike of pain up his leg when he nears his destination. He ducks behind a smaller rock, down on one knee with a light hiss. He wouldn’t let Leon waste bandages on it when the bleeding had already stopped.

If only the pain would copy.

Rubbing the sore limb, he peeks around with round eyes.

There’s a… creature squeezing through the doorway. It has one foreleg and two hind legs, bright pink tentacle-looking appendages sprouting from its back. The rest of its body is also a color scheme of pinks and purples, a dull yellow eye on the leg underneath the clashing jaw. It appears stuck, wiggling and gurgling and straining to get through the minuscule opening.

Donnie lowers a hand to his belt, startled when he realizes that his t-phone is gone. He knows it’s the right pocket because of the extra padding. Only Leon’s remains. He searches every pocket, horror and fury tight over his chest. How?! When-?! Seriously!?

He’s been here all of five minutes and he’s already lost his t-phone?!

That’s what he gets for harnessing his inner Mikey.

He looks back to the creature. Its struggle is becoming weaker and weaker. It raises its head and makes a high sound, like it’s calling out.

Donnie feels a tug at his heart, but he’s not stupid. He waits until the fight leaves it and it slumps to the ground, panting and gurgling, before he stands up. The half-lided eye locks on him, tentacles turning in his direction, but he keeps a passive hand outstretched. “It’s okay, little… creepy. Alien? Thing. I’m a friend.”

The creature squirms. Donnie moves over to the metal, feeling over it, searching for a way to dislodge it from the ground. He finds a corner to stick his fingers and braces his foot against a spot that’s a different tint of metal. He tenses his posture and yanks.

He cries out as nonexistent barbwire locks down on his shoulder. His vision whites and his hands cut into the metal, but he stands his ground and it eventually gives way.

He falls down with it, heavy weight bumping against his knees before hitting the ground. He quickly runs shaky fingers over his shoulder, because with his current string of luck-

He exhales in relief. Not dislocated. Better keep it that way.

Just to confirm, Donnie rolls his shoulder. Immediate pain, but the joint feels stable and nothing is oddly tingling. He flexes his fingers, reaching his arm above his head. Again, pain, but there’s apt motion.

Positives.

He can work with this.

Donnie looks up. Behind the compact metal is a wide tunnel.

Donnie can’t tell how long it is because it descends into an impossible darkness pretty fast. The creature garners his attention when it shifts. It attempts to rise, only to crumble before it can get its footing, flickering eye shutting with a gurgle. The tentacles on its back flail with a lot more life than it seems to have, extending towards Donnie as he watches curiously.

“Oh man.” It doesn’t look hurt. Donnie stands to move closer, yet unsure if he intends to offer comfort or a medical examination.

Can he rightly complete an examination of a creature that he doesn’t grasp the biological make-up of? Would this be one of those times that Leo glares at him and warns about ‘boundaries’?

That usually has something to do with sentience. Interesting query.

How sentient is it? Only one way to find out.

“Are you okay?”

The creature doesn’t answer or even move. The tentacles continue stretching out, getting tangled in one another in futile attempts to get closer to him. It’s cute, in a grotesquely ugly kinda way.

He crouches and reaches out. “Hey, there. I-”

“NINJA SNATCH!”

It’s only Donnie training that allows him to dodge the swift grasp of this entire turtle chucked at him. He gets a glimpse of the shocked expression before he’s crashing into the wall. The turtle peels off like an old sticker and falls back in his carapace as Donnie stomps over, glaring down at him. “WHAT are you DOING here?!”

“Saving you.” He winces before pointing to Donnie’s leering figure. “And, your welcome.”

“Saving me from what?” Donnie gestures to the creature. “This half dead thing that’s in desperate need of help?”

“Yes.” Leon climbs to his feet with a grunt. “That, but say it again more heroically. And with gratitude.”

“I was perfectly fine-” Donnie indignantly turns to head back to the little guy, only to fall face-first when arms lock around his leg. He yelps as he goes down. “‘EY!”

“Don’t touch it!” Leon demands. “It’s evil!”

“It’s dying!” Donnie shoots back. “Helpless and weak and pathetic and would you let go of me!?”

“Not if you’re gonna TOUCH IT!”

If that turtle had been fifty percent less heavily injured, Donnie could have pulled a couple of unsportmanshiply moves that would have set him free. Unfortunately, he has a conscience. “If you insist, then I won’t touch it. Now will you let me go?”

Leo lets go. “No problema.”

“Big problema.” He mocks. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“We made a deal! I kept my end!”

“That does not sound like a deal I’d make, no.”

Donnie bites down a growl. How is this guy a Leo again?

“What do you say we get moving. Yes? Double yes? Oh, wow, Leo, you’re such a genius why didn’t I think of-”

“We can’t leave it.” Donnie looks at the creature. The tentacles are lying flat on its back, and Donnie can’t tell if it’s breathing. Was it breathing before? “It needs help.”

“If Krang wants his pet, he can come help him.”

“Pet?” Donnie repeats urgently. “That’s the Krang’s?”

“What did you think the tentacles were? Decoration?”

Donnie hesitates as his companion sits up. “Krang’s or not, we can’t just leave it to die.”

“What is with you?” Leon groans as if Donnie was being the unreasonable one here. “Do you want to become a mindless freak?!”

“Firstly, rude. Secondly, it’s not its fault it has different sentience!”

Leon pats his legs, expression bored. “Okay, there’s no way you don’t know about the Krang infection.”

“No! I don’t!” Donnie’s heart races. “What is a Krang infection?”

Leon narrows his eyes. “The Krang stick their tentacles in you and you transform into a zombie slave. Then those guys stick their tentacles in other people. Or rip them to shreds. They probably did it to most of New York. How did you miss that?”

“Because I wasn’t in your New York?!”

Leon only frowns at him. Donnie looks back at the creature. “So- so if I had touched that…”

“You’d be infected. And I’d probably have to kill you.”

Donnie stares at him. He doesn’t smile.

“So… Are you gonna kill it?”

Leon leans to the side to squint. “Seems kinda dead already.”

“Yeah.” Donnie admits quietly. He gets to his feet and goes over, careful to keep distance between him and the limp creature.

Leon trails after him and pulls out his sword to poke it. “What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t look injured.” Donnie’s hand goes to his belt again, only to come up empty. “Urgh, right, no t-phone.”

“T-phone? Is that what this is?”

Donnie’s head whips around. Leon tosses his t-phone in his hand. “What’s the T stand for?” He snickers. “Turtle?”

Donnie hurriedly swipes it back. He taps the screen, only to get greeted with a countdown. “You locked me out?!”

Leon shrugs carelessly. “I’m really bad at guessing passwords.”

“You-?!” Donnie spits out a frustration sound and spins to stomp away. He ends up inside the entrance, glaring at this surroundings. The heat fades as he approaches the wall.

Leon remains outside. “Um, guy? Where… You going?”

The wall is cool metal. The entire tunnel could very likely be man, er, Krang-made. The grim on his palms says that no one has been in there for a while. “It came out of here.”

“Sounds like a good reason to head the opposite direction.”

Leon has a point. But, would Savage Mikey head back?

The dark is making his skin crawl. Especially with the knowledge that a Krang creature came out. Could there be more?

Would Savage Mikey want to know? Maybe.

Donnie doesn’t. It’s illogical. And dangerous.

And yet. And yet.

It could be beneficial. It could be part of a base or ship. It could be something else entirely. If there’s some abandoned tech in there that could answer some of his questions... That could get him home.

Should he risk passing it up?

No. He can’t. Savage Mikey wasn’t willing to let anything stop him from reaching Leatherhead.

Donnie can’t let his uncertainty stop him from reaching his brothers.

He resumes his examination and touches the black stripe. It is, in fact, not paint. “Look at this. It’s some kind of… vine.”

Leon stays in the entrance. “I have bad experiences with vines.”

“It’s a sign of life.” Donnie looks deep into the tunnel. “I want to see where it goes.”

“Just a suggestion… What if we… Didn’t? Do that?”

“We don’t have to do anything.” Donnie moves forward, switching out the phones. “You do whatever you want. We both know it’s what you’ll do anyway.”

“Aw, come on, man. Don’t be like that!”

Donnie’s confident that he has every reason to act however he pleases. Unfortunately, common sense has him hesitating.

“…What are you so scared of?”

“I’m not scared.” Leon whines, but the way he looks at the vines, fingers scratching lightly over skin, Donnie begs to differ.

He might have believed him, one broken agreement ago, but he’s tired and pained and his patience has already worn thin.

Leon’s first mistake was admitting that he was a situational manipulator. He could easily be drafting an lie or excuse right now. It could be trick, and he was not about to get played.

He was too smart for that.

Besides, he had things to do. More important things.

“You’re welcome to wait.”

Donnie glares at him, pointedly clicking on the flashlight that’s thankfully accessible from the Lock Screen, and then starts his trek into the tunnel. Leon calls after him, but since his name is not and never will be “Guy,” Donnie confidently heads into the dark.

With a soft, “eugh boi,” Donnie hears padded steps follow him.

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