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brightlotusmoon · 2 years
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Watch "Mikey is the glue of this family" on YouTube
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No no let's look at Doctor Delicate Touch, he absolutely helps maintain group sanity.
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abbeyofcyn · 6 months
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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles AUs
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Phantom Pain
Donnie was finally back to normal. At least.... he was no longer feral. But months of being infected takes its toll and Leo has lost a lot to get him back. It's not easy having two idiots who can't deal with emotions as brothers for Mikey.
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Hiatus
CW: nightmares, amputation
Tags: #phantom pain comic
Krang infection sequel
We're not Kappa!
When a rat turns a 1000 years old they become a Kyūsu. They grow large like a cat and have been known to take care of orphan kittens, but this old rat found four turtles in strange green ooze. The Kyūsu did not expect the second physical change in his long life nor did he expect to raise four not-quite kappa in modern Japan.
Tag: #we're not kappa! au
CW: none
Wretched Little Pests
Draxum, Splinter, April. All dead. Shredder won, the Krang won. The brothers must survive and will fight to protect each other no matter the cost.
Collaboration AU
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CW: death, injuries, murder, savage mode
Tag: #wretched little pests au
Krang Infection
Two years after the invasion, Donnie feels sick and his gut instinct tells him it's very different from the rat flu.
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Completed
CW: minor body horror, implied amputation, non graphic brain surgery
Tags: #krangified Donnie #Krang infection comic
False Memory
All the brothers have had nightmares from the Apocalypse pop up and ruining their sleep. Casey confirmed that what they've dreamt actually happened to their counterparts in his timeline. They refer to it as 'false memories'. Leo wakes up to the worst 'memory' he's had thus far.
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Completed
CW: death
Brains and Brawn Apocalypse
Donnie and Raph lost their brothers during the apocalypse when they were only in their twenties. Now, in their thirties, there's not much hope left for them to win this war.
Several one shots: overview
Completed
CW: death
Great, what's next...
A poll based adventure with Donnie as the main character
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Discontinued
CW: none
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neil-gaiman · 8 months
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Hi Neil,
Do you remember who was the artist on the two pages of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles you wrote for Comic Relief ? His name is not mentioned in comics FAQ on your site.
I'm pretty sure it was drawn by Nigel Kitching. (But it was thirty four years ago and, as Terry Pratchett liked to say, we've all passed a lot of water since then. so my memory may not be reliable.)
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ok hear me out
what if April was older
pov you’re like 15, working your after school job at your local pet store, nbd
Then this guy walks in wearing a literal suit of armor. It’s bright blue. He’s got long pinkish hair and golden horns. Are those freaking gargoyles on his shoulders. he asks for four turtles.
Sure, whatever. New York be like that sometimes. You get him four turtles, different types. While you’re, like, ringing up the turtles or w/ever, he starts droning on about how he’s going to mutate them into the greatest warriors in the universe and use them to reclaim his peoples’ rightful place on the surface
you aren’t really paid enough for this, but honestly it’s either this or freaking McDonald’s, so you deal with it
guy takes his turtles and leaves
maybe you mostly forget
maybe it keeps you up a few nights, idk
you get fired four months later in an incident that Totally wasn’t your fault but the managers just saw thirty hamsters dyed bright pink and jumped to conclusions, yknow? That’s how it be sometimes
Anyways, picture about 3 years later
you pick up a part time delivery job at a pizza place. Not ideal, but when you’ve been blacklisted from the majority of businesses in your general area, beggars can’t be choosers. Anyways, a guy asks for 3 large pizzas. You can hear kids yelling in the background. He sounds tired. Mood. then he asks you to leave them in an alleyway near a manhole. uhhhhh
look, you’re dead inside from customer service, but you’ve still got a Little of that investigative spirit that got you expelled from that fancy smancy high school sophomore year
So you wait
A rat man (!!?!???) emerges from the sewer, holding a very small toddler that’s also a turtle (?!???!?)
Wait. wait. wait.
that guy from the pet store.
no way.
Anyways, it takes a lot of yelling, panic, a few ninja moves (??) and some really awful lies from the rat man, but they manage to talk it out. It helps when one bawling turtle kiddo quiets after a couple minutes of the April O’Neil flair. (For once’s she’s grateful for her many younger cousins)
besides, she’s basically their aunt at this point. She sold them to the goat man, so she kinda counts. She’s pretty sure Rat Man- Splints- is just glad to have some help wrangling the disasters. He pays her nicely for her services, which is great, so she drops the other jobs and babysits mutant turtles in the sewers. It’s weird, for sure, but it could be way worse.
Plus, they’re all so cute.
Raph is super helpful, always following her around and trying to participate in whatever she’s doing. It’s so cute watching him bite his lip as he carefully fills Mikey’s sippy cup with juice (April holding onto the carton to make sure he doesn’t spill everywhere)
Donnie is super smart already, eagerly recounting to April whatever cool facts he’s learned. April buys him some Legos to build stuff, and he’s over the moon about them. Mikey eats one of the pieces, leading to a few hours of panic and a lifelong hatred of people touching his stuff.
Leo is a little show off, always yelling “April, April!! Lookit this!!” (Those words have proceeded, to date: three broken bones (at least mutants heal quickly), two sprained ankles, a sprained wrist, a nasty cut down his leg, and more scraped up knees that April can count).
Mikey is much less of a daredevil on his own, but he’s quick to copy whatever dangerous stunt Leo is doing. He’s always easily mollified with colorful bandaids, though, and Leo has more than once abandoned a trick when he sees Mikey trying to attempt it too. His drawings cover both the lair’s fridge and April’s own.
((( idk what this was I just think it’s very cute. My brain went “haha Draxum in a pet shop” and then everything else happened. i don’t know where Splinter gets his money, but he obviously Has it. He doesn’t work, but the boys can still afford pizza and have allowances (I’m assuming, since it’s unlikely they have jobs to earn money, so whatever they get is probably from Splinter.) and also?? Electricity?? (Where do they get that)
anyway I have Many questions that are never answered about that)))
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awkwardlyfangirly · 1 year
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HI TGIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER SO YEA
MAYBE A GN READER THATS FRIENDS WITH THE TURTLES BUT HAS MORE A CONNECTION WITH LEO AND THE READER GETS ATTACKED BY SOME CRIMINALS AND LEO SAMES THEM AND ENDED UP DOING THE SPIDER-MAN KISS AND THAT WOULD BE LIKE THEIR FIRST KISS TOGETHER OMFG
I AM SO HONORED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST EVER
hope u enjoy! :)
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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x female reader ~ tw/cw: reader gets somewhat unsuccessfully mugged in an alley lol
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You were normal, right?
Like, you didn’t have a lot of friends. That was normal.
And you were a senior in high school. That was also normal.
You lived in an apartment with your dad, and you had two older sisters who were studying abroad, and you had a hamster named Oreo Cupcake, and you had a lot of posters on your walls. Normal.
You were normal, right? Right??
You’d spent so, so many years of your life desperately wanting to not be normal. Just wanting something, anything, to happen to you. Just wanting to stand out.
And look at you now. Spending so much of your time hanging upside-down off your bed, blasting music into your eardrums at a volume that will probably cause early hearing loss, staring at the texts pinging into your phone and just wishing that your life was anything resembling normal.
Because the truth of the matter was that you were not normal. Not at all.
Your few friends were four color-coordinated human/turtle mutant ninjas who lived in the sewers, blew up your phone with the weirdest texts you’d ever be able to imagine, and annoyed the chicken nuggets out of you. They wouldn’t be normal even if they didn’t live in the sewers or weren’t, you know, mutant human/turtle ninjas. Also April, who was technically “normal,” but lived the same decidedly un-normal existence as you.
Not normal. You weren’t normal.
You hung out in the sewers most of the time with your ninja turtle friends and sometimes encountered other weird things like a raging celebrity chef turned pig mutant who tried to kill you or a raging news anchor turned worm mutant who tried to kill you or a sweet and bubbly random dude turned capybara mutant who constantly provided you with the best lemonade you’d ever had and --
and yeah. Not normal.
Which is why you felt… decidedly unsurprised when you found yourself being backed against a wall by a pair of humanlike foxes -- or foxlike humans -- in a dark alleyway. Unsurprised; just disappointed. You knew better than this. You shouldn’t be getting mugged.
“I don’t want trouble,” you said. Your eyelids were so heavy. You’d just finished the closing shift at work; you’d been getting your hands cracked and calloused with mop and broom handles for the past thirty minutes. You just wanted to get home and put on Phineas and Ferb and sleep.
The yokai or mutant or whatever standing on the left smiled, his teeth vicious and bright in the artificial moonlight of the city. “Should’ve thought of that before you bothered to come here wearing that.” He reached out with a sharp, curved claw to hook the chain around your neck, scratching your skin a bit.
“Okay,” you said.
He yanked, sudden and firm. The necklace came off in his paws.
You flinched.
You were trusting beyond trust that they wouldn’t hurt you -- that they’d take the necklace and go -- but the second yokai or mutant or whatever put a paw on his shoulder.
“Hey,” she said. “Hey. Look at that.”
“At what?”
And she gestured at the Hamato clan symbol you wore around one wrist.
“You know where we’ve seen that before?”
“No,” the first yokai or mutant or whatever said, sounding irritated. “What are you --”
And the second one leaned in to whisper into his ear.
You watched his eyes widen and his ears perk up.
“You’re kidding,” he whistled. “You’re kidding. So you’re a Hamato, kid?”
Okay. That was trouble.
Guess Phineas and Ferb and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness would have to wait a little while.
The yokai or mutants or whatever -- you were leaning towards ‘yokai,’ seeing as they’d recognized the Hamato symbol -- had made you press your arms above your head, against the wall. But you slowly shifted your fingers until you could depress the panic button.
There were two gentle pulses against your fingers -- the panic button silently letting you know that it had transmitted your signal.
You stared at the sickly sweet grins spreading across the faces of your attackers and your throat clenched tight.
Hurry, you begged. Hurry.
There were four Hamato boys. Raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. Currently all in a giant pile in the living room, biting and kicking, while Splinter screamed at them to settle down, he couldn’t hear his TV show. SETTLE DOWN. And finally he had to step in and slap them all in the face with his hairless pink tail, and even then, Leo and Donnie were still glowering at each other.
Splinter sighed, deeply, and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Boys --”
And then the panic signal activated.
It alerted each of the brothers, pulsing against their wrists until they tapped it twice. It was Y/n’s signal.
Leo felt his heart drop.
It was Y/n’s signal.
“Where is she?” he said, quickly, as the brothers gathered around Donnie to stare at the map on his armband. All thought of the last minute’s tussle was out of everyone’s mind. The only thought was her.
Donnie moved his fingers to enlarge the map. “Right there,” he said, tapping at her blinking icon. “Let’s go.”
You were still standing in the same spot, pressed up against the wall, as the yokai argued about what they should do with you.
“Big Mama,” one of them was saying, without stopping, over and over and over again. “Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama. Big Mama.”
The other kept talking over her, loudly. “You know how Big Mama is. She’ll steal us for the games. We won’t have a choice. The Foot Clan will want her. The Foot Clan hates the Hamato. The Foot Clan doesn’t run a bloody battle to the death that they will inevitably trick us into.”
“Big Mama,” the other kept saying, louder and louder. “Big Mama. Big Mama.”
You tried to scoot towards the opening of the alley. They didn’t seem to notice; they were so wrapped up in their own argument. Closer. And closer. And closer. Just a few more feet --
“Hey,” one of the foxes said, and you felt its claws close around your shoulder. Your heart leapt into your mouth and you stopped breathing for a moment. It dragged you back into the alley.
The other yokai sighed and admitted defeat.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Fine. You’re right. Big Mama is too dangerous to deal with. We go to the Foot Clan.”
Her brother chirped happily.
“You heard her,” he growled into your ear, the sudden tone shift startling you. “We’re going to the Foot Clan. Come on. Let’s go.”
The Foot Clan. April was always more eager to tag along on the action than you were; she and the boys had told you all about them. You’d only encountered them twice, yourself. And you weren’t eager to encounter them again.
Please hurry, you begged again. Please hurry.
And you didn’t move your feet fast enough for the foxes; they shoved you forward, roughly, and your heart rose into your mouth again. Propelled itself up through your throat. You choked on it for a second, gasping for air.
Please hurry.
They’d received the message, you knew. First there were the two pulses letting you know that your signal had transmitted -- and then three more pulses after a few seconds, letting you know that they’d actively received and acknowledged your signal. They were on the way. They could track you if you were moved anywhere. You would be fine. You would be fine.
For a moment, you wished you were April instead -- she was so strong, so full of life and fire. She’d have both of the yokai on the ground, sobbing, without raising a single finger. And then you felt bad for wishing April was here, instead of you.
Please. Please hurry.
They had to. They had to. You’d never used your panic button before, but you couldn’t imagine it would take them too long to respond. Especially since you were on the surface, on the streets of New York -- not too hard to track, probably. Hopefully.
Please.
You didn’t have many friends. But these friends were like your flesh and blood. You knew -- without even having to think about it -- that you’d die for them. Again and again. You’d give up anything for any single one of them -- go without food or water or sleep for days -- face your darkest fears and the darkest parts of yourself. Just for them.
And they’d do the same for you.
It was why you wore the Hamato insignia on your wrist: a symbol marking you as one of their own, part of their family. You were there for one another, always; protecting one another, always.
They’d be here. They’d be here.
The foxes cackled again -- their laughs were chilling, echoing sharply through the warm night air -- and the one grabbed you, slinging you over his shoulder. You went limp. Every muscle in your body went completely limp, immediately.
You held your breath.
“Wait,” the other one said. “The Hamato clan -- wouldn’t they want her back?”
“There are still Hamato??”
“You’re so dumb.” His sister rolled her eyes. “Yes, there are still Hamato. Remember? Those turtles?”
“Ohhh, yeah!”
“I bet you they’d pay a ransom beyond all ransoms.”
“I trust the Foot Clan more than I trust those Hamatos, though,” her brother mused, and before she could reply, one of Those Hamatos had landed with a THUD on the fire escape above him.
“Hey!” it said. “That really hurt my feelings!”
You tried to twist your head to see what was going on -- but before you could, a hand grabbed the back of your shirt, and you were yanked backward, off of the yokai’s shoulder and into the security of the roof above.
“You good??” Leo screamed twice in your ear before you finally came back to yourself and coughed.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay --” you started, and then he wrapped you tight in his arms.
“You sure??”
“Yes,” you gasped, as he crushed the lungs out of you.
“I was so worried!! You’ve never set off your panic button before!”
“I’ve never been mugged by two kidnappy yokai before!!”
“Fair point,” he admitted, and squeezed you close again.
You sank your head into his shoulder.
He was firm, and warm, and his shell was solid and sturdy under your shaking hands. A breath in -- and then you started to sob.
He rocked you slightly back and forth. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alive, alright?”
You nodded, still sobbing, and he rubbed the back of your head with one hand and pressed his face into your hair.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “Sorry I’m so dramatic. It just --”
“Not too dramatic,” he said. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He portaled the two of you back down to the floor and the other brothers gathered around you as Leo climbed back up to the fire escape, dangling his feet and keeping his eyes on you. They asked you if you were alright, and reassured you that they were taking the yokai to the appropriate authorities. You told them you were alright. You thanked them.
“I’ll help walk you home,” Mikey offered.
“I’ll do it,” Leo called, from the fire escape.
“I don’t really --”
“I’ll do it,” Leo said again. “I got it, really.”
And so they left. Leaving the two of you alone.
“I’ll help get you home,” Leo said. “Don’t worry.”
He’d hung himself backwards off of the fire escape, his head dangling close to yours as you turned towards him.
“Thank you,” you told him. “I appreciate it.”
His entire face lit up when he smiled.
“Anything for you,” he said, softly.
Now, all four of the Hamato boys were four-fifths of your best friends in the world. But Leo -- ? Leo was your favorite.
You didn’t know what it was -- “soulmates,” perhaps? -- but the two of you had clicked from the moment you met. You could tell him anything, and he would listen; and vice versa. You knew his hugs like the back of your hand, and his warmth was always a comforting presence next to you when neither of you could sleep and you ended up at each other’s houses, idling away the time until you dozed off together. You loved all of the boys, but you loved Leo the most.
You’d never tried to kiss him, and he’d never tried to kiss you. You’d never discussed taking your relationship to that stage. You were just there for each other; the best of best friends; forever and ever.
But he was hanging upside down in front of you and staring at your lips.
That seemed like invitation enough.
You stepped a bit closer to him and placed your palms on his cheeks and started to lean in, your heart pounding so hard that it seemed absolutely definite that he could feel it in the pressure of your hands.
He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you. His eyes moving from your eyes, to your lips, and back.
He didn’t pull away. He didn’t try to right himself. He just dangled there, and stared.
And then he reached out his own hand, relying on his legs to keep him in place -- and he touched your own cheek, his thumb gently caressing your lips. His hand pulled you a little closer --
and then, contact.
Contact.
Your lips on his, or his on yours, who knew? Did it matter?? It didn’t matter to you. Nothing mattered to you, suddenly. You couldn’t understand anything except the soft firm gentle warmth of his lips and the way they moved against yours.
You gasped for breath, your mouths still together, and he kissed you again, and again, humming against your lips as you gulped in your shared air.
You felt his heartrate speeding up, right where your fingers met the junction of his jaw with his throat. You broke your lips away from his and kissed at his pulse.
“I like this,” he mumbled, putting both of his hands on both sides of your head, cupping your jawline. “I like kissing you.”
And you giggled and rested your forehead on his chin. He took the opportunity to kiss at your own heartbeat, fast and giddy in your neck.
“I like kissing you too,” you whispered, and he took one of your hands in his and brought the fingernails to his lips.
It was a long, long while before he finally walked you back home.
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marta-bee · 1 year
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Good Omens reading time. :-) 
Young Warlock and Adam are finally eleven, or nearly. The time for nannies and tutors and satanic nuns and what-not is past. The Hellhound approacheth. And let me tell you, if things had to get so colossally mixed up it’s damned lucky (or something in any case) that they got mixed up in precisely this way. 
See, if you’ve only seen the miniseries you’d be excused for thinking Warlock is a charmingly normal preteen boy. He likes his video games. He tells charming little stories in a lisp about how the gardener says he must always be careful not to hurt slugs. He’s bored with his mother and really would have preferred teenage mutant ninja turtles or some such rather than magicians for his birthday, but he’s basically a normal boy his age. Which he is in a way, at least for his family’s being so rich and privileged. And that’s precisely the problem, isn’t it?
"You, my fine jack-sauce. Come here. Now, if you inspect your breast pocket, I think you might find a fine silk handkerchief."
"Nossir. 'Mafraidnotsir," said the guard, staring straight ahead.
Aziraphale winked desperately. "No, go on, dear boy, take a look, please. "
The guard reached a hand inside his inside pocket, looked surprised, and pulled out a handkerchief, duck-egg-blue silk, with lace edging. Aziraphale realized almost immediately that the lace had been a mistake, as it caught on the guard's holstered gun, and sent it spinning across the room to land heavily in a bowl of jelly.
The children applauded spasmodically. "Hey, not bad!" said the pony-tailed girl. Warlock had already run across the room, and grabbed the gun.
"Hands up, dogbreaths!" he shouted gleefully. The security guards were in a quandary.
Some of them fumbled for their own weapons; others started edging their way toward, or away from, the boy. The other children started complaining that they wanted guns as well, and a few of the more forward ones started trying to tug them from the guards who had been thoughtless enough to take their weapons out.
Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock.
The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork.
Aziraphale blinked.
A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden.
Aziraphale looked embarrassed.
Then a cream cake hit him in the face. It was almost five past three.
This is a child with no real concept of consequences. He and his friends (or guests, at least) aren’t precisely bad, they’re eleven and clearly haven’t spent much of those eleven years learning a thing or two about consequences. So when a gun pops out by accident, their first instinct is to go “Cool!” Warlock reaches out and grabs it; a lot of his guests try to unarm their own guards so they can have the same.
I tell you, 23 years post-Columbine, this whole scene just hits differently. The girl’s comment (forgive the slur; this is a quote) that Aziraphale was “rubbish, and probably a faggot” has a different impact too. But I’m old enough to remember the slur bit was definitely learned behavior, that while there was certainly very serious homophobia in the world, not everyone used language like that quite so casually. This is something that girl has heard from the adults in her life, she knows it’s meant to hurt, but she sees no reason not to sling it around so casually. Because for her there isn’t. She has a thought, she does it. And similarly for Warlock: he sees a gun, goes “cool!”, grabs it up, gets surprised by a bit of flying jelly, and pulls the trigger.
Today we have a word for this: affluenza. I don’t think I’d have known it if I read Good Omens back when it was published. And this was pre-Brock Turner and so many others like him, so I don’t think I would have been as attuned to how dangerous it really is. Even now, I’m more likely to view this as people being deeply damaged by the system that enables them more than being really bad people, even though the solution has to be more responsibility and consequences, not less. I pity them, up to a point at least, even as I hate the thought of them going unpunished for the harm they cause.
But just think of an eleven-year-old Brock Turner being the actual antichrist. What a bullet to have dodged! (If you’ll pardon the pun.) Thank Someone. And what a chilling realization to realize just how many of these kids grow up to have that same power to shift reality to their whims. Though arguably that’s a big part of the point.
Moving on to Adam, he really does strike me as this decent, normal kid. Not particularly good or bad, just normal like I and my friends were at eleven. And it strikes me he’s surrounded by actual individuals. Wensley, who “all that separated this voice from chartered accountancy was a matter of time.” Pepper, so attuned to sexism and fairness who we later learn was raised on a hippie commune. They bring their own bits and emphases to this normal act of play; I don’t remember that we were ever even given a name for any of Warlock’s guests. And that strikes me as important. Adam, for all his untapped power, isn’t used to thinking of himself as the only one that matters.
Aside from all that, though, there’s just great fun writing throughout this section, generally, but this is probably my favorite:
There was a thoughtful pause. The hound slunk closer, and realized that the voices were coming from a hole in the ground.
The trees in fact concealed an ancient chalk quarry, now half overgrown with thorn trees and vines. Ancient, but clearly not disused. Tracks crisscrossed it; smooth areas of slope indicated regular use by skateboards and Wall-of-Death, or at least Wall-of-Seriously-Grazed-Knee, cyclists. Old bits of dangerously frayed rope hung from some of the more accessible greenery. Here and there sheets of corrugated iron and old wooden boards were wedged in branches. A burnt-out, rusting Triumph Herald Estate was visible, half-submerged in a drift of nettles.
In one corner a tangle of wheels and corroded wire marked the site of the famous Lost Graveyard where the supermarket trolleys came to die.
If you were a child, it was paradise. The local adults called it The Pit.
If you know your Bible, you might perk up at that name. It was a kind ofmetaphor for Sheol, which most of us would connect with Hell (not 100% accurately, but also not entirely wrong either). For Adam it’s a paradise of sorts, and the weird thing is he’s not wrong. I would have loved to build forts and poke at slugs with sticks in a bit of wilderness just like this.
The bits about the dog are brilliant, too, but scattered about and hard to quote to give you the full effect. You should really read them if you have the book, though. They definitely left me smiling. Though I’m not 100% at ease. A Hound is still a Hound, after all, even if he now answers to Dog.
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subsequentibis · 5 months
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my aunt works for a theater company making costumes and has done for like the past thirty something years, so when me and my brother were kids, we would ask her for a halloween costume a few months ahead of time and get a full tailored custom costume in the mail. it was great and we still have several of them. i still fondly remember the year i wanted to be a purple dragon, and got back a dragon costume complete with headdress, gloves that gave me pointy claws, and a four foot long tail.
the thing is, though, i didn't want to literally be a purple dragon. i wanted to be one of the evil ninjas from the teenage mutant ninja turtle tv show i was watching at the time, who were the purple dragon clan. but when that costume showed up in the mail there was no fucking way i was gonna say it was wrong. that thing whipped ass.
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TMNTtober 2023 Day 8: Melancholy
Fandom(s): Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003) Relationship: Donatello & Raphael (Gen)
“Come on, aren't you cold? You're practically wearing nothing.” “It's fine, I don't feel cold at all,” Don says quickly. “Right. Well, wait thirty years and then you'll feel it. Christ.” In the darkness a flame licks up from a lighter and finds the tip of a cigarette, embedding a warm glow that captures Donatello's attention. “Smoking?” he utters, appalled. “After all of those talks I used to have with you about the dangers? Seriously, Raph?” Raph balks. “We’re planning to go guns blazing straight into a suicide mission tomorrow, and you’re mad at me for smoking?”
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tohrules · 5 months
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shool letter project
(help revived by @zee-rambles @seasaltcosmos thank you to them both this will be update with the grade when I revived it)
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Dear Nickelodeon, 
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles should get another season. I believe this because of the large fanbase, writers interest in continuing the show, why the show was originally put on pause, and how other shows are treated even ones of the same nature.
I grew up on teenage mutant ninja turtles, from when i was shown the 1987 version by my father at age five to growing up with the 2012 with my older brother. It has been one of my favorite franchises for years. As i got older i noticed problems with 2012 and started to distance myself from tmnt because of it till i heard about Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (from now on i will just refer to it as rise). I was so sad when I found out it had been canceled before I could watch it. When I found it on youtube and netflix I started to watch and was surprised at how many laughs I could get from it. It became a bonding experience for me and my dad. 
Nickelodeon has a few more recognizable shows such as Teen Titans Go and Spongebob. Starting with the show that is most often compared to Rise, we can see that Teen Titans Go has seven seasons and three movies. Spongebob on the other has thirteen seasons and three movies. Both more than the two seasons, although the second season was cut in half, and a movie Rise received.
Spongebob can be better understood due to the fame and more importantly the marketability of the show; however, Teen Titans Go is greatly criticized and has a much smaller marketability. It may seem that Rise would fall into this same problem but it actually is very different. Fanmade merchandise is selling for five to seventy dollars depending on what it is.
Even if you compare it to other versions of tmnt you will see that rise has the least seasons and episodes. Although it has a movie it still didn't wrap up all the plot points such as:mayhem,baron draxam,and big momma. Which leads me into my next point
Rise was canceled or “paused” in the middle of the second season's production. The planned episode number was cut in half and the writers had to wrap up the story lines they could because they didn't know when, if ever, they would be able to continue the story they had made. The reason given to the public for the cancellation from the studio and writers was a change in management combined with low toy sales and poor marketing. Often when who is in charge changes they will get rid of anything the previous management made as a way to make the company their brand.
Rise has a large fanbase. Parrot Analytics and Cartoon Base have down many poles asking rise fans if they want more of the show and over a few months it has gone from 17.1 times the demand than average tv shows to 23 times the demand than average tv shows as of september 2023. The fans have created a thirty page document about why they love Rise and want it back. Some fans have even written and published articles about why it should come back. The fans are dedicated to a fan show in the works because of it. There is also alot of fan merch,as previously stated, from pins to hoodies. 
The writers also have interest in continuing the show. The main writers did a q/a on the show. They showed more plans and a great interest if the show ever got unpaused. They appear to be more than willing to continue if the show got greenlit. One of the writers even released a deleted scene where the characters talk about always being there even if they aren’t actually there. Although it was directed at another character, the writer shared it was deleted because it was ment to be an end, and directed twords the audience, and they didnt want to add it out of desire that the show would be continued. 
Tmnt has had different versions go at the same time especially when it comes to movies so it's not like it is completely unheard of. With most of the fandom recognizing that tmnt is a multiverse and developing a love for rise,sadly it mostly developed after rise was “paused”, rise is much more likely to be better received this time around. Fans have even got the hashtags #saverottmnt and #unpauserottmnt trending.
For all of these reasons I believe that rise should be unpaused, and why I think it would be successful if you decided to bring it back.
Sincerely,
A hopeful Rise fan./tohrules
Thank you to the rise fans on tumblr for pointing me to the tweets and articles needed for the facts in this paper
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Your turtle iteration is so cool! Can you tell me more about your iteration? Maybe some more stuff about April and Casey?
Have a lovely day by the way!
Thanks!
So, April is the first one to meet Casey and brings him to the turtles for help. I am working on a comic book script for this event to try to learn how to write comics, so hopefully I'll be able to show it on here soon!
April is 15 years old. She's super into horror media and video games, and has known the turtles for about a year. Raph met her first and she considers him her BEST friend, but the other turtles are all a very close second. The two of them play video games online a lot even if they don't see one another in person that day, and they're working on a horror game together. She is kind of the opposite of Raph and Mikey - they both dream of being normal kids and being able to be normal and live around other people, but she hopes and wishes her mom would somehow fall in love with their dad, pull a brady bunch to fuse their families together, and give her unlimited Turtle Little Brother Time in their world instead of having to return to the human world. Donnie is teaching her some Turtle First Aid (as well as what Human First Aid he knows) and the two of them watch How It's Made and do cute things together. Leo and Mikey are both teaching her martial arts - Leo because he thinks it would make their dad proud if he did a good job teaching her (despite Splinter currently not knowing she exists,) Mikey because he's wracked with anxiety and has terror-visions of her being defenseless against Bad Guys. (Raph does not feel like he has to teach her anything, they're just friends who have fun together and are making fun stuff together and he really feels like he needs a friend who doesn't... depend on him for anything, poor boy.)
Casey is 16 and he's had a very rough life so far. Meeting Casey (and by extension meeting April, who introduces herself to him this way) is like a thirty-second process from Splinter going "Oh no a human" to "Oh no, a human THAT I MUST ADOPT, POOR BOY." (He does ask if April needs to be adopted, which adds fuel to the "April wants to Parent Trap Splinter and her Mom" fire, but she politely declines FOR NOW) Casey is VERY into the Fallout games and pretty explicitly models his way of dressing/weapons of choice/general aesthetic after Fallout New Vegas, which the turtle boys are too young to have played but April knows what's up. All four of the turtles feel incredibly obligated to teach Casey how to fight and take care of himself, especially when they find out that he's on the run from the same apocalyptic death cult that mutated them* mutated their dad into a rat** and chased them from Florida to the sewers of New York***. Casey likes all of the turtles equally, but has a special attachment to April, Donnie, and Mikey for nebulous Genders Reasons that he is not equipped to deal with at this time.
*= a lie
**= sort of true and sort of not true
***= only in the vague-est sense possible
(Splinter has fallen into the trap of Making Shit Up when he's not sure of the answer or is ashamed of the truth and despite having good intentions he has caused bonkers problems for his boys, mentally)
(also: Leo's decision to train April started with Leo going "Hey, Dad, GIRLS can be ninjas too, right?" and Splinter, Trans But Awkward, Firmly Stating, "ANYONE can be a girl." which did not really answer the question but Leo decided it would work as permission until he did a grand reveal of Girl Ninja April)
(Splinter then spent a couple of months trying to State To The Room that any of his sons can be a girl if they want and they can just tell him if they're a girl, that's normal and fine, just let him know, he has girl names lined up if anybody's interested)
(Donnie is Not A Boy either but he's too caught up in "Thinks He Might Not Be Alive" to put too much thought into it right now. give him a few years)
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spook-e-snail · 3 months
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Also wait what the fuck
Stg I've talked about this before but here we go again lmao >:3
It was late 2021 and some local conventions had just opened back up. This was during the first huge wave of popularity and I was fucking living for it so I did a lil BF cosplay and my girlfriend at the time of course cosplayed GF with me :))
We were like 16 or 17ish back then and of course we did the responsible thing: Skip school for the entire day and not tell our parents we were traveling an hour away to the largest city in the state to go to a fucking anime convention.
The con itself was actually super fun??? Our cosplays weren't like top tier (again keep in mind we were young we did this shit on a highschoolers budget). We met the fucking ninja turtles?????
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Anyways though after the con we were super hungry and walking down the street to the parking garage and attempting to find a place to eat because our asses were STARVING.
This super tall older dude (like clearly balding, at least in his late thirties) got our attention as soon as we walked out of the convention center because he did the fucking pico rap at us all the way across the street but like??? With his voice?? (It did. Not sound good. He had to yell it because cars were passing and it just was not a thing you should do with your voice compared to calculator noises or some shit)
I kinda ignored the funny rapping and asked if he knew of any hotdog places nearby. I don't think I was rude or anything but he stopped making noises at us and just kinda hit us with this blank stare. We weren't really creeped out and just kept walking.
The parking garage was like half a mile away so we had a lot of walking to do. We noticed him behind us on the other side of the road a few times but again weren't really creeped out or anything (neither of us had been to a big city before, we had no idea what the hell to look out for).
Once we were like halfway there the street got kinda narrow and had less traffic. We heard someone running and when we turned around the guy was fucking booking it twords us. Thankfully we had enough common sense and survival instincts to realize we were about to get fucking snatched and started running like our asses were on fire. We hid in a coffee shop for like 20 minutes until we knew for sure he was gone.
The best part was me n my gf switched shoes as soon as we left the convention (she couldn't walk that well in heels but I could, we also wore the same size shoes so it just made sense to swap) so for a couple of blocks I was hauling ass in fucking stilettos.
We didn't see him again thankfully but we seen him on the news a year later after he got arrested for attempting (and thankfully failing) to kidnap some different cosplayers at the same damn convention.
Uhhh TLD;r Dumb teenager harnesses the Boyfriend kinnie energy and almost got kidnapped because he wanted to get some chili dogs
Also bonus but while I was looking for pictures from the convention I found a picture of my dad's dog when he was a puppy wearing my fucking pentagram choker
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You know what's fun? Quoting TMNT The Secret Of The Ooze back and forth at random and giggling like I'm twelve again.
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macbetha · 1 year
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Thanks for your patience! 💞☺️
Nineteen: Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
This is a little long 💗
I was making up stories before I even knew how to write. I was very lucky to have a mom that would play dolls with me and she would say each morning, “What’s her name today? Where does she work? What does she do for fun?” I’m so so lucky.
My mom is also a writer! She writes children’s books and they’ve always had animal characters present, so I’m sure I use all my animal symbolism because of that. She and I also have a sort of book club for fanfictions! We’ll read a story at the same time and compare notes over coffee. She enjoys Hunger Games AUs the most.
My mother’s family is small but full of incredible storytellers. My uncle that passed, he would turn his voice and use sweeping gestures and it was such a beautiful thing. He was absolutely lyrical. He could make grim situations humorous and even a little beautiful. He loved the storytelling in music and played the guitar. I have his guitar, cannot play it worth anything, but if I’m overwhelmed I can easily remember him saying, “Just get somewhere alone and listen to your records.” So stories are generationally important to me.
I can’t remember why exactly I started writing fanfiction around age twelve but I do know what was going on in my life at the time, so I’m sure I needed escapism profusely. I’ve mentioned before I wrote some Alvin and the Chipmunks at the time lmao but I also did Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. It was a balm.
I wrote fanfiction for other media like young adult books until I was I think sixteen? Well, I stopped publishing them. I continued writing them but I kept telling myself I wasn’t ready to publish whatever came next? It was weird. I just kept building the story until years had passed and I guess I let intimidation get the best of me.
Then around age twenty I started writing for Free! and I don’t remember my mindset on why I decided to publish - I’m not sure what changed in my mind - but again, I needed some serious escapism. EWOATT is exaggerated but there’s a baseline of personal experiences I had never spoken about and I needed the release. I was hurting and had exhausted all other efforts to cope. It turned out better than I ever could have imagined.
I continued writing for years up until about nine months ago. Haven’t published anything since. I was in my last year of undergrad and I’m sure people are used to me taking breaks, but this is the longest stretch since I was twenty. I’m twenty-seven now. I miss sharing stories like it was a home and I am getting back into it. 💗
I do anticipate that it will be interesting for me to see how I’ve changed. My writing style is different but in a way I definitely like! Comeback incoming wooo~
Thirty-Seven: If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?
“SHIT THIS GIRL WAS SO SAD” lmao no I’m not sure. I can say that if I got to choose what words I was remembered by, I’d want it to be the Asahi quote from EWOATT: “You can’t forget, okay? That there’s good in the world.”
I also like “I’d beg him to ruin my life” (Sousuke about Rin in DOAB) / “Your hands are my hands” (Makoto to Haruka in THOM)
Thank you for asking~! 🍄🍓
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kudosmyhero · 1 year
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Batman/TMNT (vol. 2) #1: A Knight in New York, pt. 1
Read Date: October 2, 2022 Cover Date: February 2018 ● Writer: James Tynion IV ● Penciler: Freddie E. Williams II ● Inker: Freddie E. Williams II ● Colorist: Jeremy Colwell ● Letterer: Tom Napolitano ● Editor: Jim Chadwick ◦ Liz Erickson ●
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Synopsis: A man roams the streets of New York City, scared to death. He calls 911 to testify that he'd just met some demonic creatures in the sewers, who told him something scary: "COWABUNGA!".
Back in the Subway Tunnels, thirty seconds earlier, the Ninja Turtles are flying at high speed on experimental machinery that Donatello built.
Meanwhile, on a subway train, the Elite Guard of the Foot Clan are forcing Shredder's daughter (and his rightful successor) to accept them as the new leaders. She refuses, so the head of the Elite Guard kicks her off the train. She's promptly caught by Michelangelo, whom she dismisses harshly: she blames the Turtles for this situation, as they threw Shredder in prison, causing the fight for the succession to happen. Leonardo and Raphael hit the Leader and one of his men out of the train, leaving them to Donatello's wits.
Donatello charges a taser rifle he'd designed the previous night with the power he takes from the rail, but he's outplayed by the ninjas' agility and shurikens, through which they cut out his power source. The other brothers hear the scuffle and rush to aid Donnie. The Leader of the Elite Clan beats Donatello once more, telling him he's no true ninja as he's weak and without skill in combat. He almost manages to stick a spear in Donnie's face, when the other Turtles arrive and manage to defeat the foes. Donatello looks shaken by what happened.
In another reality, in Gotham City, a member of the League of Assassins enters a secret location, where he starts informing his master that the rebellious faction of the League found the Lazarus Pit he'd hidden all these years and want to use it on their new leader. Unfortunately for the assassin, there is no "master" there: only Batman and Robin, who force him to explain everything to them. He further reveals that a faction of the League believes Ra's proved himself weak after he partnered with Shredder and lost. Robin checks Bane's cell in Arkham and they realize it was destroyed from the inside.
Back to the Turtles' Universe, Casey and April are stitching up Donatello and tell the Turtles they'll have to move together at all times, considering the war between factions of the Foot Clan going on and how each faction wants their heads on a pike. Donatello still looks troubled, so he goes ask for council to Master Splinter. The Turtle claims to be inferior to his brothers because his wits cannot compensate for his lesser combat skills. As Splinter reminds him that no-one can master every ability in their lifetime, Donatello recalls meeting a man who did, a few months before, Batman. He resolves to talk to Batman about it, so he excuses himself from Splinter, who looks concerned.
One mile beneath Gotham City, Batman and Robin are reaching the hidden Lazarus Pit, when they are attacked by a Man-Bat Commando.
In New York City, a "disguised" Donatello enters Harold Lillja's hideout, where the multiversal teleportation system is kept. Donnie wants to communicate with Batman, so he tries to trace his genetic signature.
Under Gotham, Robin is pushed down a staircase by one of the Man-Bats, where he finds the mysterious Lazarus Pit. He calls his father to see it, while a maniacal laughter emerges from the water. Donatello is managing to make the machine work, but he's suddenly attacked by a division of the Foot Clan. Batman reaches the Pit, as the Man-Bats fled when they heard Bane's laughter. The villain emerges from the Pit, claiming that he's now truly free thanks to the gift of life everlasting. One of the ninjas of the Foot Clan hits the multiversal machine, which short-circuits swapping Bane and Donatello from each other's realities.
Now, as Donatello explains everything to Batman and Robin, Bane finds himself trapped by the Foot Clan, and ready to "escape" once more.
(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_II_Vol_1_1)
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Fan Art: Batman TMNT Animated Crossover by Red-J
Accompanying Podcast: ● {none}
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dgknightblue · 7 months
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More lore of these two OCs (Simmons’ Daughters)
Raph is Kiya’s favorite ninja turtle because he’s red and has green eyes like her daddy and Leo is her second favorite because he’s blue like her babysitter’s brother.
Lulani is a Donnie fan because he reminds her of her dad and Mikey is her second favorite because he reminds her of what her dad describes her papa as. She hasn’t met him and neither has Kiya.
Kiya’s babysitter is one of Caboose’s sisters. She has picked up the phrase “Stupid Tucker” from him.
She describes her thoughts of this as “It’s something mean and it’s used to as a bad word.” And Simmons says, “If you’re going to curse someone out or say bad words at least do it strategically to give it meaning and impact.”
Simmons favorite tmnt characters are Splinter, April, Dr. Stockman.
Simmons watches the 2003 version. (All favorites from 2003)
Lulani watches the 2018 version. (18 Donnie, 03 Mikey)
Kiya watches the 2012 version. (Both favorites from 2012)
They all agree that marathoning very iteration should be a Tuesdays thing. Weekends are for outdoor activities.
Kiya is at summer camps every year because there are many subjects she likes but hasn’t found her true interest yet.
Lulani wants to be a marine historian and biologist.
Kiya got her plush from her bio mom before she was adopted. So no matter what, she’s keeping it with her even if it ends up in stitches sometimes.
Simmons was honest to Lulani about her grandfather and how he met her papa. He often tells her about him and what he’s doing when he realized her papa was his coworker.
She wants to meet him, but knows he’s never told papa about her. Too much time had passed and things were complicated.
Kiya just wants to size him up to see if he’s up to her standards. Lulani already made up her mind to distance herself from him.
She’s still mad at her grandmother for reasons.
Kiya has a rivalry with one of her teachers somehow. (One sided as Kiya had been scorned and she will never forget or forgive this transgression!)
Lulani has been taking boxing for two months and is doing really well.
Ages? Still deciding. Simmons is in his thirties when Lulani is a teen and Kiya is around 5-8 years old.
Simmons was 27 is when Lulani was about 10.
Simmons had Kiya for about… from either 3 months to five years, I can’t decide.
Let’s see… hm…. He frist meets Kiya when he’s 27, but doesn’t adopt her until two - three years later?
He becomes friends with Kiya’s mother and when things happen, she trusts him to protect Kiya. She did a dxmn good job raising her until then.
Kiya’s babysitter has told her things to make sure her dad doesn’t focus on work all the time. Things that would make his heart “hurty” as a form of revenge and warning. She doesn’t really get it, but he makes the funny squeaks of fear when she says them.
That’s enough lore for tonight.
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The Leitch boys went back to school this week. We start early in the South. Also: A middle schooler lives in this house now.
Here are this week's stories:
SATURDAY Making the Case for Each NL Wild Card Contender (MLB.com)
MONDAY Mike Petriello and I Did Our Post-Deadline Draft of World Series Contenders (MLB.com)
TUESDAY The Way the USWNT Was Treated Is Another Reasons Athletes Are Retreating For Politics (New York) Your Playoff Urgency Rankings (MLB.com)
THURSDAY The Thirty: One Thing to Watch Down the Stretch For Every Team (MLB.com)
PODCASTS
Grierson & Leitch (subscribe in iTunes) We discussed “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem," "Passages" and "Meg 2: The Trench."
Seeing Red (subscribe in iTunes) Bernie and I complained a lot.
Waitin’ Since Last Saturday (subscribe in iTunes) Weekly shows have begun, we dug into all the realignment.
August isn't the longest month of the year, but man, it sure feels that way sometimes. How are we only halfway through? Have a great weekend, everyone, and remember:
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