#tmnt crossover fic

[chaos-potat]

Turtle Valley, a tmnt Stardew Valley crossover

Chapter 1 preview: Refuge

Drip… Drip… Drip…

The water grew colder the further from the city he wandered, the sewers smelled stronger than usual after this storm. The child shivered and held his arms to try to conserve body heat, it didn’t work very well being partially cold blooded. He felt his footsteps grow heavier and more sluggish, he didn’t know how long he’d been walking now, it had to be almost morning now. He didn’t care how long he waded through the disgusting waters of this long stretch of this unfamiliar area of the sewers, he just wanted to get away. He still didn’t know what, from himself? From his father’s gaze? From his supportive brothers? Warm home? He didn’t know why he was doing this, but he knew he wanted to leave.

The child’s legs wobbled slightly from overexertion, he fell to his knees with a painful thump. He held onto his arms tight and shivered more, the shivering slowly morphed into shaking, then the tears finally started falling again. He was so confused, why did he do this? Why did he run? He stared at his murky reflection in the water, confusion filled his eyes as he gazed back.

 “Who are you?” He croaked out, his voice hurt from crying for hours, his lips forced themself into a tight frown, “Why… Why are you like this..? Why aren’t you…”

A sob broke his line of speech and he gripped his arms so tight it caused his claws to dig into his flesh painfully. His face hurt from the downturned lips that wouldn’t move, his eyes were still sore from all the crying he did as he ran away from everyone who cared for him. He swiped his hand on the water to break his reflection, the water splashed all over him making his body even colder.

He doesn’t know why looking at himself makes him so mad, so upset, so sad, he didn’t want to see it anymore. He angrily splashes the water, not allowing it to show him his face all over again. The water coated his arms and chest, it felt like needles piercing his skin, he couldn’t stop, his tears flowed and his hands splashed until he couldn't anymore.

He began to slow down, he could hardly feel his arms and legs anymore, they felt so heavy now, he looked down at the water as it calmed. He stared in defeat at the reflection that will never seem to leave him alone. Even as the world began to go dark and he lost the strength to hold himself up anymore, he saw the disgusting creature that he was and always would be. He began to fall forward, his face about to hit the water when a pair of cold shadowed hands reached out quickly and held him as the world faded into nothing.

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I thought I'd post a bit of Turtle Valley as a preview, I don't know if I want to post the whole thing on Tumblr as well Here's a link to the entire fic so far

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Scattered Remains (TMNT 2012 and Rise! Crossover)

Summary: After April’s enhanced psychic powers destroy Donnie, she attempts to bring him back to life. But, the purple turtle she finds is not her own

Warnings: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 Season 4, Episode 22

A/N: I’m finally done with the first chapter! If this does well, I might create a comic based off of it on my art account!

Fic starts below cut

TMNT 2012 Masterlist

Rise of the TMNT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

“Red, is that really you?” Casey asks, as he cautiously approaches April.

“I think so. But Donnie,” she says with teary eyes, “What have I done.”

The group stands still for a moment before Leonardo breaks the tense silence.

“It’s not your fault April. You had no control,” he says.

“But it is!” she gasps, looking up at him through her tears, “It was all me in a way. If only-”

She pauses for a moment, focusing on the broken crystal shards.

“Donnie’s not gone! He wasn’t really destroyed, just molecularly scattered,” she says as she faces the turtles and Casey, “I can bring him back.”

The boys watch in anticipation as April’s powers hone in on Donnie’s energy. If she can bring him back, she can make her family whole again.

She has to bring him back.

The turtles and Casey watch as blue sparks fly through the air, forming the silhouette of a body.

The turtles watch, full of anticipation. Their brother wasn’t gone. He was coming back!

Their excitement quickly turns to horror as they realize the figure in front of them is not Donatello.

Though not their missing brother, April still managed to bring another mutant turtle to the place where Donnie had been vaporized minutes before.

This turtle seemed younger, maybe by a year or so.

Raphael breaks the stunned silence as he holds a sai against the neck of the unfamiliar turtle.

“Who the hell are you? And where’s my brother?”

“Woah, Raph! Chill out dude!” says Michelangelo, pushing his brother out of the way, “He’s just a kid. And he’s scared.”

Michelangelo was right. The mystery turtle was still pale and shaking even as Raphael released him from the ground.

“It's ok mystery dude! We’re not gonna hurt you…anymore,” says Michelangelo, glaring pointedly at his hotheaded brother.

Raph rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“What are you doing Mikey? This is some random mutant that April brought here with her freaky crystal powers. We have no idea what it’s capable of.”

“Mikey’s right,” says Leo after a long stretch of silence, “This turtle is just a lost kid. He was brought here with April’s powers, which means he’s our responsibility. We have to take him back to the lair.”

“Are you crazy Leo? We have to focus on finding Donnie. Our brother is lost somewhere and you're focused on a random mutant we found on the street!”

Before another argument could break out, the mystery turtle interjected.

“Your brother’s name is Donatello?”

The group of teenagers looked over in shock. Michelangelo was the first one to respond.

“Yeah, dude. He disappeared when April got possessed by a freaky alien crystal.”

“The same crystal that brought you here,” says April in shock, “I was trying to find Donnie, but it brought you instead.”

“So that means…you’re Donnie?” asks Casey.

“Yes,” says the other turtle, “Just not your Donnie..”

“We have to get back to the lair and talk to Master Splinter. We’ll come up with a plan to find our Donnie and get this Donnie back home.”

“Seriously Leo?” Says Raph, “You’re gonna believe him just like that? Even if he is a Donnie he’s not our brother. We can’t just take him to the lair.”

“Think about it Raph,” says Casey, “If April accidentally brought the other Donnie here, our Donnie is probably stuck wherever he came from. Trustingthe other Donnie is our best bet.”

Raph huffs, but doesn’t argue any further.

“That’s it then. We’re headed back to the lair,” said Leo, “April, you should probably come with us. Maybe you can help Donnie replicate the research that you and Donnie did on the crystal.”

April and other Donnie both nod in agreement.

“I might be able to use other me’s research to try to replicate a similar

kind of technology that could get me home,” said the alternate Donnie, “If all goes well we should be able to find your brother too.”

The group looks to Raphael, gauging his reaction.

“Fine,” he said after a beat of silence, “But that doesn’t mean we trust you. All we need you for is to get Donnie back.”

The group sits in tense silence as Raphael stalks off towards the Shellraiser.

“Don’t worry about Raph little dude!” says Michelangelo with a small smile,

“He’s just worried about Donnie. He’ll come around.

“Mikey’s right. It’s nothing personal…probably,” says Leo before looking over to the Shellraiser, “We need to get back to the lair and tell Master Splinter what happened.”

“It’s late, I should probably get home,” Casey finally speaks up, “Let me know if you come up with any ideas on finding Donnie.”

The group watches as his figure retreats into the night before following

Leo into the Shellraiser.

[scarleteevee1]

Alright I keep running into post with ideas of Leo's Body swaping with other Iterations but I decided to put my own spin on it.

This is a Crossover Fic Of Bodyswaped 12 Donnie with My Iteration Universe 47 Donnie. I don't know if I'll continue after writing this part but enjoy.

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There was a sense of fuzziness, with orbs of light flashing in front Donnie's closed eyes his dream had just ended and was slowly waking up with the sudden strange flashing of orbs.

Slowly opening eyes the room was still a blur the only, noticed was the high ceiling with aged Red bricks piecing it all together.

Slowly sitting up Placeing a hand on his forhead, with a headache taking effect.

But taking notice of the sudden blurry yellow colored spot that was on his hand. Moving it his hand in front to have a better look Squinting Eyes which lead to no help. The uncertainty of why he couldn't see so well.

And the thought of Mikey must have painted a spot on his hand as of possibly a prank, though that didn't explain his vision.

The sound of a clothed item could be heard being moved, making him look towards where the noise was coming from.

"Morning Don!" A unfamiliar voice spoke, coming from a Green-and spotted yellow Turtle shape spoke.

"Morning..?" Donnie spoke to then just flinch in result, of another unfamiliar voice which had a hint of relatedness to the other before it but this one came out his mouth in result..

The Figure moved closer, to turn to a part that Don couldn't see well, He watched with nervousness all was this was starting to freak him out. But putting that to the side it seem what he went to was a shape of another bed with bright Color of orange.

"You doing Okay? You look confused did you lose your glasses again?" The other spoke, voice full of concern.

Glasses I don't need Glasses? What is going on hear?

Given a quick nod, Donnie couldn't believe how quiet he was possibly because of lack of sight? Either way it was working not having this.. person get suspicious of him.

The Person had a look around, before making a small 'Ah' picking something up off the floor before handing over a object most likely the Glasses to Donnie.

Donnie took them with a quiet 'Thank you', and slid on the Glasses feeling the cold metal against his face.

Blinking a bit as The Blurry room slowly faded in clear, to find Himself in a decent size room. He took notice that the blanket that was draped on Himself was a nice shade of lavender and near the end of the bed was a short Dresser. A Rubik's Cube done sitting on top. As well as a few Metal wire puzzles and a neatly Stack of Comic Books.

Slowly looking towards the mysterious person, He noticed that there was two Bed side Tables for both Beds as a Lamp sat on the one across from his.

Taking the notice the other, had moved to a desk that was at the Orange Colored Bed end. With that next to the door.

The person was well- another Mutant a Turtle with a brown shell with Yellow spots and with that Green skin that matched Donnie's with more Yellow spots. And was kinda lanky as well long arms and legs.

Noticing the other Turtle was distracted going through sheets of paper and sketch Books. Donnie took this opportunity to slowly get out of under the Heavy Dark Purple Blanket.

More Questions arise in his head, Seeing that his feet had only two toes installed of three. And on top of this He's legs were Long and a lot thinner then they should be.

Now to think of it, Him and the other Turtle look exactly alike at least it seems with all the familiar factors.

"This doesn't make any sense..," He Mumbled, the different sound of voice still bothering him.

"What doesn't make sense Dee?" The other Turtle ask pausing what He was doing to look at him.

"Uh.. Nothing Mikey..?" Don said, with a sheepish smile, getting a Squinted eye look in return.

"Mk... im gonna go make breakfast," Mikey spoke, grabbing a Sketch Book before leaving the room. Donnie gave out a sigh shaking his head.

"Alright.. it seems I was somehow Bodyswaped with this other Donnie..," Mumbling while slowly putting His feet on the Floor, with a slight wobble having Two toed feet now was enough to make a small difference.

Though the good thing was his height was around the same, giving a look around again he noticed a Purple mask hanging off the edge of the bed.

Grabbing it, the first noticeable thing was the Tails on the mask were cut extremely short. Moving his glasses up and putting on the mask.

Moving the Glasses back down, before making His way over to the doorway. Peaking from out behind the curtain that was hanging up as a door. The room lead into a long hall with four other door ways, one which actually had a door on it.

That must be the bathroom

Donnie thought, wanting to get a better look at His other self. Quickly darting over to it making no sound, adding a small knock to with a answer of silence good it's empty.

Walking in and turning on a light,Hearing a slight buzz in return closing the door he turned and looked at 'himself' in mirror to have return a different Turtle looking at him.

This other Donatello look like a lot like, the Mikey he was talking to with the same yellow dots but opposite sides of His neck, and arms. On top of that what got his attention right away was this Donatello had Heterochromia one light red eye, with a bright yellow one to go along with it.

Another was that his nose or- snout was protruding outward, makes sense on how the glasses haven't fell at least forward.

"Huh it seems this other me and Mikey are most likely purely Box Turtles," with a Mumble, Donnie could go on a rant on the differences of Himself and this Donnie, but He had to figure out how all of this had happened.

Slowly slipping back out of the Bathroom, walking down the hallway towards the end of it. Keeping eyes glued to the floor.

"Okay Last thing I remembered.. was falling asleep in my lab.. there was this static feel I can't Believe I ignored it..," Donnie Mumbled, quietly if He could find the case of this, it could possibly lead to a answer of fixing this mess.

"And should I even tell them thi-" Donnie was intupted, as He harshly ran into a hard but smooth surface.

"ACK-" Donnie spoke up, to then triped stepping on something snarp, falling over hitting the ground harshly.

"Wa- Hey Don watch were your going!," a Gruff voice spoke, Looking up rubbing His face with confusion, to make eye contact with a Extremely tall Turtle, Brown Eyes narrowing down at him with a hint of annoyance and drowsiness, He could tell this must be Raph's counterpart even before He took notice of the red mask.

"Well maybe don't Stand in the middle of the hallway like a Brick wall!" Don couldn't help but that slip out, as The stinging of falling over wasn't helping with the Headache.

"Excuse me!?" Raph spoke, in disbelief, as Now noticeable tail that was arrayed with small Spikes and extremely long most definitely not a box Turtle, whipping against the floor with a slow rising anger.

Oh it was his tail I stepped on oops..

Donnie thought, the annoyance fading, as he felt bad. Slowly getting up off the floor putting both hands up in defense.

"Sorry sorry! That really hurt falling over," Speaking quickly with nervousness, getting up didn't change the height different This Raph was basically Towering over him, taking notice it seemed this Raph had a chip of his Plastron on his right and also a Big scar on his right shoulder.

Raph crossed his arms, genuinely confused on what was going on with his Younger brother.

"I don't know what the Shell is going on with you," He spoke shaking his head, as He then walked away leaving Donnie Speechless.

"..That..was it?" Donnie asking mostly himself, It seems this Raph keeps a lot of his anger bottled up. With a blink Don kept walking finding a Open room that look to be part of a Old Subway, turning to the left He noticed the Kitchen to the right was a Couch with a Small TV and a Xbox with a few Controllers next to it.

"Huh..," He Mumbled, making his way to the Kitchen stomach growling for food, might as well eat not good to trying figure this mess out on a empty stomach.

Mikey already had a plate with a pile of Pancakes, and a halfway used Bottle of Miss.Butterworth's syrup next to it on a old wooden round Table.

"So Raph's not that happy with you right now huh?" Mikey spoke, you could hear the grin in his voice.

"Oh- you could hear that?" Donnie asked, sitting at the table putting resting his arm on the table holding his head in it embarrassed.

"I.. actually heard you fall over first and went to investigate I was going to interrupt worried you two were going to fight again..," He said, with a somewhat sad sigh this threw Donnie off, there was definitely enough difference between this one and His Mikey.

"I know.. You're not my Donnie by the way," Mikey spoke, in such a casual way.

Donnie choked on his own spit in response, With a few coughs and wheezing.

"Whoa!- dude, you okay!?" Mikey asked, tuning around, Donnie nodded, taking a moment to compose himself.

"How- how .. Did you know?" He asked, honestly thinking if anyone would notice the change would be Possibly Leo wait why haven't He seen him yet?

Mikey gave a small laugh, "weeellll you were acting strangely this morning and The Donnie I know doesn't like to fight really at all so the comment you made towards Raph isn't the norm annnd Don always goes to his Lab skipping breakfast I usually have to bring a plate in for him," Mikey explained, thinking for a moment "Oh and my Twin senses was telling me something was off" Mikey added.

Donnie took a moment, with a bit of a wide eye, "Sooo is this like in shows were two People get Bodyswaped but this time with the spice of the swapping happening with counterparts are of each other from a other Universe?" Mikey asked, with a small smile.

"I.. yes I guess you could say it like that..," Donnie answered, Mikey just gave a laugh about being right.

"Whoa man I got it right on the first try heh.. oh we cannot let Leo know about this. He'll freak out," Mikey said, as he flipped the pancake over in the Frying Pan, as it made a hiss in return.

"Wait why.. shouldn't he know the most? He is the oldest and leader," Donnie asked, with a raised brow.

Mikey snorted, "Oh- uh actually You're The leader actually now and uh- Leo would have a anxiety attack possibly fearing we won't be able to fix this situation," Mikey explained, looking over at Donnie giving a little jump looking past Donnie looking at the Doorway.

"Fix what situation?" Another voice had spoken up, Donnie looked over quick to see Another Turtle who was actually shorter than Him and Mikey, wearing a mask with a more Duller Blue than his own Leo wears. And curiously a duller green to his skin, with a Plastron most covered with black, with yellow around the edges.

Quickly looking over to Mikey while He gave him a look of 'Don't say Anything!' Before looking over at Leo.

"Uhh- just worried about where Gemma is! Y'know... it's been half a week since she disappeared..," Mikey spoke, hoping that would be enough to distract him. Then with reminding himself He gave a sad sigh bringing down his own mood.

Okay, who's Gemma??

Donnie thought, eyes narrowing, on who this mystery person was. While Leo nodded, slowly walking over to the fridge and opening it. Taking out a container of Orange juice out and closing the door.

Donnie took notice seeing this Leo's shell seemed to be shaped as a leaf, quite interesting wondering what type of Turtle he was. With the craziness of how His and his brother's life went He never really got to study about other spices of Turtles only some quick summary about one's in the American Region.

"Donnie do you want to Orange juice too..?" Leo asked, snapping Donnie out of his thoughts for a moment, Seeing as Mikey already had a cup while Leo just finished pouring his own.

Donnie gave a nod, with the bodyswiching it could lead to possible vitamins been drained. Leo got him a glass and sat down Donnie gave a audible Thank you in return.

Donnie grabbed himself a plate taking a Pancake, while Mikey did the same while putting some silverware on the table. While Leo just had his glass of orange juice.

"What's this Opposite day? Leo you not going to eat?" Mikey asked, with a raised brow.

Leo shook his head with a sigh, "No.. Pancakes are going to be too heavy for me to eat I'll get something later.," Speaking in a quite tone, Mikey nodded understanding and started to eat.

The room was filled with an awkward quiet. The only clanking of silverware made a sound. Donnie took this time to think about the new information he had received. A friend of theirs is missing thinking more about it. The name seemed familiar, going through his memory gosh.. so much had happened throughout the years. The trauma and the some good times...

Leo finished his cup getting up and cleaning putting it in the dish strainer after. "I'm going to go train," He said, the two nodded as he walked out of the room. With this Donnie had came to a realization of something.

"You Don't have to worry about Gemma," Donnie spoke Angelo gave him a confused look on what he meant.

Donnie stood up as He walked towards the Fridge then back over to the table collecting his thoughts.

"I realized I've actually met her before.. She's in My universe but currently in the past," Don spoke, as He hear the clank on Mikey's fork drop onto the plate.

"How?? .. how did she go back in time as well as your universe?" Mikey asked, with a wave of stress leaving him glad to hear is Friend is okay.

Donnie still pacing back and forth, "I'm not sure, but .. I know she was able to get back home," He spoke, the talk about his universe wondering how the other was doing on the other side of the coin..?

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Yoooooo- I did I got this done. I hoped you liked it, reader who made it this far :> Would love some Feedback! Did I write 12 Donnie in character? Would you like a Part Two?

And Oof Donnie forgot Gemma was lol

[sacredartist33013]

This could be helpful with my current situation story wise

Dear TMNT Fandom, especially Bayverse fans:

How do you think Bay Donatello got his glasses?

@remmushound and I are doing a RP scene with Bay Donnie, Bay Mikey, and Rise Mikey. The Mikeys are high on pain relief* and Rise Mikey wants to know where Bay Donnie's unique glasses came from and how they got the lenses to correct his eyesight. Be creative. Tell a story.

*some of that is plant based, gummies that Bay Don and Bay Mike made themselves. We're figuring out that whole thing too. Bay Splinter approves, because arthritis in mutant rats is probably terrible even with a mutant healing factor..

This reminds me to take my own pain relief because my face still hurts and also the back of my skull which is tension and cervicogenic-

Aand I think my spiritually inclined Mikey will suffer migraines as a side effect of being able to directly manipulate the energy of other beings, which @remmushound can absolutely use for future fanfic stuffs. I need to figure out how far that ability can reach.

I say his power got triggered when the Rise boys showed up in the first place, woke up more during the cross reality shenanigans, and really started moving after Meat Sweats gave him that concussion with open head wound.

So the power is like neuroplasticity! It's active and like a muscle, or a growing kitten training to be an emotional support animal, living in Mike's brain like a newly formed neural structure, like a whole new sensory system, like interoception and proprioception merging and creating psychic manipulation**. Maybe.

I need to go to neuroscience websites and then cross reference with websites about qigong and healing.

Oh. No wonder Rise Mikey feels so, uh, intense. Good for her gif meme.

***(I totally did this for 2012 but I need to tone it down for Bayverse, so I'm borrowings from my 2003 AU. I have a lot of ideas. Yay painkillers.

Right right. Sorry. ADHD hyperfixations ramble about Autistic special interests. How did Donatello get his glasses?

[hanashi-01]

the reference lol

based on Mikey asking Leo for cash lolol

#"yo leo could you spot me some cash?"

[west-brooke]

This took way too long to make lmao. Just sort of a goofy idea I had and wanted to make. But for those who’ve been following me for a while, an old story makes a cameo reappearance…and might be coming back 👀

+bonus doodle

[sweeneydino]

Would you like to be subjected to my brainrot?

I am not sorry

[bluepeachstudios]

PREMIER: Ghost in the Shell Part 2

Read Ghost in the Shell Part 2: Chapter 1 here!

“You are unauthorized to be out of bed at this time,” the robot informed him.

“Who’re you?” Ghost asked, voice rough.

“I am Shelldon,” it answered. “Your automated smart lair.”

“Directive,” Ghost muttered.

“I clean, cook, give massages, provide musical–”

“Okay.” Ghost held up a hand to stop him. “Where’s Donnie?”

“You are unauthorized to be out of bed at this time,” Shelldon repeated.

“I need coffee,” Ghost grunted, and kept walking towards the kitchen.

“Toffee blend from Petrichor Cafe with one cream and one sugar.”

The offered steaming mug blocked Ghost’s path. Hesitantly, he took it, watching Shelldon carefully. “Thanks,” Ghost said. “Where’s Donnie now?”

“You are unauthorized–”

“To be out of bed, yeah, yeah. Where’s Donnie?”

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Prisoners of Fear (1/5)

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition

[phecdasolar]

Tumblr I need your help I am in dire need of feral/unhinged Disaster Twins fics pleaseeee (and maybe Mikey as a bonus) I’m just in love with the idea of Raph being the impulse control for once with this iteration, and just the second he’s out of commission the other three go insane.

Weapons of War, Bioengineered Killing Machines, Manufactured Supersoldiers Rottmnt turtles my BELOVEDS

And maybe just like,,, set Leo and Donnie loose on one of the other dimensions and have them absolutely horrifically annihilate their counterparts’ villains while they watch on in horror

(B.E.A.S.T. was SUCH a good fic you guys oh my GOSH go read it I’m begging you-)

I NEED to have it addressed in fic form that the Rise turtles are fundamentally different than all their other counterparts, because their counterparts? They were accidents. Just a couple of turtles splashed with mutagen and oh look now they’re people but Green. (Huge oversimplification I’m aware but hear me out okay-)

But the Rise boys were created. They were specifically designed to be weapons of mass destruction. They were built with the intent to cause harm which means they were bioengineered to be stronger, smarter(?), faster, to heal quicker, to have the capacity to take hard hits while dishing out even harder ones, they were literally forged with a purpose to kill.

Add on their mystic powers? Then their unlocked Ninpo? You can’t honestly tell me that these four aren’t the strongest and potentially deadliest version of themselves out there.

Yes they still had to learn things, as did the other iterations, they weren’t immediately good (that much is obvious, like c’mon it’s IN the name) but I don’t think the other iterations possess the same instincts as these guys do. They’re just so. Unhinged. They’ve all had their moments in the show I think where it’s obvious they’re not really,,, stable. I love them.

In a plain fists only, maybe weapons, no powers fight, I do think some of the other iterations would win, but purely because they have way more experience than these guys do. (If I did any crossovers I’d say 2003 and 2012 are definitely older than these guys, especially if we’re basing this at the end of their shows) But put them against each other when they’re still at the same level? Rise is whooping butt, I know where I’m placing my bets. It’s called RISE of the TMNT for a reasonnnnnn they’re not there yet but they WILL BE, and as of the end of s2 and the movie I say they’re finally THERE.

I have no idea how this turned into a headcanon rant this was just supposed to be me asking for fic recs hsgdjdjdk it’s almost 3 am tho so whatever sorry if none or only some of this is incoherent o7 o/

Editing this with a list of fics I have been graciously recommended below the cut:

Firefight by remrose [43/43 chapters 222k words] (edit: JUST FINISHED READING ch38-42 WATCH ME BAWL MY EYES OUT I was rotating them in my brain all morning at work) less on the feral side, more on the gut-wrenching angst side, still Disaster Twins and still super good

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own by YukiSkyes [7/? chapters, 18k words] the CLASSIC “the Disaster Twins are unapologetically causing chaos” fic, always a delight to read

The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer [27/37 chapters, 143k words] I’m being told it’s very true to the theme here, and it’s very angsty, a suspenseful psychological thriller, and will make you scream at your phone. I for one am very intrigued

Eschatology by aenor_llelo, Alderous, ConcoctionsFromHell, izziel_galaxy, Jaybird314, Otakuforlife19, and Rocket999 [17/17 chapters, 344k words] “HEAVY on the boys being biologically engineered to destroy the world, it also delves into so much character building and worldbuilding that we never got in canon, and it gives even super minor characters the chance to shine” Sounds intriguing, AND it’s a BNHA crossover which I am a big fan of :D

The Hunter’s Bible also by TurtleSoupSwimmer [2/2 chapters, 15k words] Rated Mature, contains themes of SA and c@nnibalism so PLEASE keep that in mind!! Not a fic for the faint of heart this is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! The SA is only attempted, and never shown, only implied, and it’s only in ch 1, but the other stuff is fairly descriptive and takes place in ch 2. All that being said, flipping UNHINGED, just about lost my mind in ch 2, it was entertaining in a surreal kinda way if you get what I mean. Funky little feral creatures

[chaos-potat]

Turtle Valley: Intermission 1

(This is a mini episode continuation of my sdv x tmnt fic, you can read it on ao3 here)

Rasmodius sat at the table quietly as Splinter reentered the room. He pretended like he had been finishing his drink he left behind at 7 am. He sipped the stale cold drink and tried to hide the disgust creeping in, but he found it hard to keep any emotion off his face when he was around Yoshi. Rasmodius cleared his throat and made himself taller in his seat, Splinter made his way to the seat next to him slowly. Rasmodius thought that must mean something, he could have taken any other seat but he didn't. 

Splinter set his wooden cane aside, the old jagged wood splintered near the edges but still did its job of holding him steady well. He looked up at the flustered Rasmodius, then to Krobus who hopped into the seat beside him. Silence befall the trio as they got settled into their seats, Splinter’s tail was set behind him onto the floor with a light tap.

After what felt like an eternity, Rasmodius spoke up, “Uh, Yoshi, tell me, what has changed in the past 20 years? Er, besides the, uh, obvious” he chuckled awkwardly and motioned to all of Splinter’s much shorter furry form.

Yoshi set his hands on his lap to straighten his old torn robes and looked to him softly as he began to speak, “many strange things…”

Krobus giggled, “I am sure, you look hairier than our last meeting. It looks good on you”

Splinter laughed in reply, “thank you, yes, the hair is very new and a hassle. It was caused by a strange and unpleasant turn of events involving a certain Oroku saki…”

Rasmodius leaned closer, suddenly looking much angrier, “What did that fool do? I know this wasn't any sort of forest or transformative magic.”

Krobus was shuttering and pulling his legs closer to his chest, “n-not him…” his voice sounded soft and fearful. He huffed and brushed aside the fear to look mad, “not him,” he corrected in a firmer voice.

Splinter sighed and looked down, “you both agree you saw it coming, didn’t you?”

“From miles away, Yoshi, you didn't heed my warnings at all, did you?” Rasmodius clenched his jaw and held tightened fists to his side in anger at the thought of that man doing harm to Splinter.

Splinter shook his head slowly and looked down in shame, “I know, I am a fool for trusting him at all…”

Rasmodius instantly switched up, his hands loosening their grip to rest in front of Yoshi on the table as he spoke in a kind understanding voice with a much softer look in his eyes. “Yoshi, he was a good liar, we are all fools for ever letting him close to us in the first place.”

Splinter shook his head, “no, I saw the signs and held onto hope… shortly after your departure, Tang Shen and I were married-”

Rasmodius tried to hide the pained look in his eyes as his hand inched back toward himself slightly.

“-And Saki grew impatient in his place, he yearned for the power I was rightfully receiving. I… knew what he was capable of out of anger and did nothing, I wanted to have a peaceful life with my wife, and much later, the child we had on the way as well.”

Rasmodius sat back in his chair, he was listening but hearing of the family Splinter built for himself after he left hurt a little. He had hoped to fall into his plans and that life before all of it happened, but he had found there hadn’t been any room for him.

Splinter continued, “I am not sure what happened… shortly after Shen gave birth, she fell fatally ill. It was unlike any disease seen by man, it was like some sort of poison that slowly consumed her body and mind. It was highly contagious and made anything from her toxic, she couldn’t feed her own baby, couldn’t even recognise him, I couldn’t sit with her long enough to…”

Splinter's voice cracked slightly as he spoke, he sat in a deafening silence for a moment. “I apologize… remembering how she looked in her last moments… it still hurts unbelievable amounts, even over 10 years later.”

Rasmodius felt a pang of guilt at his own self pity, and removed his hand from the table out of respect for Shen. Krobus hopped from his seat and walked closer to lean his head on Splinter's shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

 “It is okay, friend, take your time.”

Splinter smiled back at him and patted his head, “thank you, I am lucky to have you both back in my life.” he looked at Rasmodius, who gave him a small understanding nod.

Splinter took a deep breath and began again, “I raised my son alone, Shen passed on when he was barely 2 months old…” he paused for a moment, “he means very much to me… thank you again for saving his life”

Rasmodius’ eyes widened, “Leonardo was a human?”

Splinter nodded, “my other sons were turtles from birth… I ask you not to tell them of Leonardo’s origin. I plan on talking to him about it eventually, I did not want him to think he was better than his brothers or for them to think that.”

Rasmodius’ jaw tightened, “he has a right to know, I won't tell him of course, I have the decency not to.”

Splinter faltered and looked down shamefully, “thank you...”

Krobus shifted away from Splinter uncomfortably as he looked between the two men, the tension in the room got a lot thicker suddenly. He sensed he hadn’t fully known what the two had been through together, despite being there for them all those years ago. Human affairs were always so confusing to him.

Splinter once again continued on with his recollection, “I remember the day well. I had taken Leonardo to the pond near our residence, he just turned one year old and I wanted to show him the new hatchlings.” Splinter took a deep breath and leaned back into the chair. “Saki beat me to it… there he was, infecting the turtles with some sort of mutagenic substance, they seemed to be in extreme pain. I have no idea what it was or how it worked, when I tried to stop him, I startled him by accident and he threw the container at myself and my son.”

Splinter stared at the table, a tense expression on his face, “I do not remember what happened, all I can remember are the agonizing screams of Leonardo that will forever haunt me…” he paused and closed his eyes, “the next thing I knew, I was running and holding four children in my arms. Confused and injured, we lived in the forest for weeks until we began to make our way out of Japan… It took many years of running and things I wish to not recall, but we made it to Zuzu city where I raised them in the sewers alone.”

Rasmodius pushed from the table and stood with his hands gripping the edges before he began pacing the room to think. It was unclear if he was angry or just contemplating and processing the information from Splinter. Krobus scooted closer to him once again with a small smile.

“I see we went down the same path by accident? Sewers dwellers and all.” he faltered for a moment as he remembered the hardships Splinter told them off, “I’m very sorry for what you went through. We all know you are the least deserving of something so awful…” 

Splinter smiled at him with a small chuckle, his lips twitch slightly when he says it’s undeserved, “I suppose we have, we must be a lot more alike than we thought.”

Rasmodius pulled out a book from his shelf and paced as he read it with a pensive expression on his face. His hands flipped through the pages quickly, the pages seemed to fly past quickly on their own, “I don’t suppose you could describe the substance?”

Splinter thought for a moment, his brows furrowed in a way familiar to Rasmodius, “I seem to remember a thick glowing green slime, or ooze as my sons have amusingly named it… That is as best as I can describe it.”

Rasmodius nodded and flipped through his book, his coat fluttering and floating behind him in reaction to his current comprehensive state of mind. He muttered to himself all the while, it was comforting to Splinter, he knew it meant he was really trying to help in any way he possibly could. Splinter rested his face in his hand as his elbow held him up, smiling fondly at Rasmodius, he was touched he was putting so much thought and care into this for him. His tail gently brushed against the floor behind him involuntarily as he stared at Rasmodius tenderly, he felt a wave of nostalgia hit him and he couldn’t help the teasing words that escaped his lips.

“You know, Rasmodius,” Splinter stared up at him as he continued to pace, “the beard looks good on you.”

Rasmodius stiffened straight up at the complement and faced away from him to hide the scarlet creeping up behind said facial hair. Splinter laughed softly, he still had it, he remembered how he used to fluster the man all the time like this, he always managed to do it with a calm and cool demeanor. They used to be so close, far closer than he had been with Shen even after marriage, he almost missed the playful flirting and responsibility free life from before…

Krobus, not seeming to notice or care about the blatant flirting before him, pulled out his umbrella and peeked outside the old wooden door. “I must be getting home soon, it’s cloudy now and I don’t want to miss my chance to get home uninjured.”

Rasmodius cleared his throat, “Ah, yes, there are quite a few trees along the way, that should provide some good shade with the clouds. Oh, and try to stick near the cliffs, I don’t see people walking there anymore.”

Krobus nodded in thanks and beamed at Splinter, “I hope you’ll visit me, Yoshi, you’re always fun to talk to.”

Splinter chuckled and bobbed slightly in a head bow nod mix, “of course I will, Krobus.”

Krobus left with a small wave leaving the remaining two men alone, Rasmodius continued to pace as Splinter stayed seated at the table.

Rasmodius cleared his throat to ease the tension awkwardly, “uh, this goes without saying, Yoshi, but I give you permission to stay here in my tower as long as you need. It is no issue at all, I have the space and it might be safer for you and your kids to live here in the peaceful Pelican town. The sewers of a big city are no place for children, and you know that I would always be willing to help you in any way that I can.” 

 Splinter’s claws gently tapped into the wooden floorboards as he took steps towards Rasmodius. He looked up at him softly before taking one of his hands into his clawed ones and looking into his eyes with deep and genuine gratitude. 

“Rasmodius, you are too kind, truly, I cannot thank you enough for this offer. I would normally say no to such a big favor, but I fear I have had  too much on my plate longer than I could handle. I will accept your kind offer, I will make up for it in any way that I possibly can repay, I would be glad to have your aid and company once again. I thank you, with all I can.”

Rasmodius is unable to hide the fluster as he sputters, “uh, ah, yes, of course, it really is no issue at all. I would always be glad to have the company of an old… friend once again after all these long years. Please, there is no need for you to repay anything, it gets quite lonely here when no one can truly understand why I am this sort of person.”

Splinter shook his head gingerly with a knowing smirk, “of course… you never did let me repay you, I will find a way to give my aid, you have done far too much for me already.”

Hamato Yoshi pulled Rasmodius down to his level to hug him tight, Rasmodius stumbled and his brain buffered but he eventually hugged back. The hug felt different now that he was a shorter mutant rat, but it still felt like the same old Yoshi that he had come to love… the same one he could never stop loving even if it stayed one sided forever. Rasmodius hugged him with all his might, he hadn’t had physical affection that meant anything like this to him in a long time, he didn’t realize he missed it so much. The two shared that comforting hug for quite awhile, just reminiscing about their pasts in silence, thinking of their past relationship.

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Hehe, gay old men and an aroace creature. I'm thinking about making something about their past together.

[forgetful-nerd]

Man, I just realized that one episode from TMNT 2003, where Mikey meets alternative super-powered versions of himself and his brothers, would be an excellent way to shoehorn in a ROTTMNT and 2003 crossover instead.

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Uhuuh if you don't mind for the injury promo maybe 12 with splinter/lou and his boys, pls?

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12. “Where are they? Where are they?!”

this one got away from me :') rise/2012 crossover babyyyyyyy

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Splinter’s counterpart reacted to the news of their sons’ abduction with a level of dramatics that he would never ascribe to his own self. 

“What?” the shorter rat (“Call me Lou,” he had said, and then proceeded not to explain why) squawked at the disheveled humans still trying to collect their breath at the entrance of the lair. “When did this happen? How did this happen? There were TEN of you!”

Casey and April both winced in face of the not-unwarranted scolding. The children had had perhaps too much confidence as they left together earlier that evening. Donatello’s computer had alerted him in the middle of dinner to a new lead on the gang whose activity they had been following for the past weeks. Raphael had smashed his fists together, a wicked grin on his face, and said they should strike while their forces were doubled and make those ‘goons’ regret robbing every pharmacy in Manhattan north of The Battery. 

“Tiny feral Raph is hilarious,” Lou’s Purple had said in a deadpan. “And also alarmingly down to commit atrocities. I want to ride with him.”

And now, not even two full hours later, their human companions returned to report a resounding failure. 

Casey, scowling at the floor, said, “They got the drop on us. The door sealed as soon as we were in and the room started filling up with gas.”

“They said they were chemists,” April added. She couldn’t lift her head enough to look Splinter in the eye, staring hard somewhere near his shoulder instead. “One of their colleagues was mutated about a year ago and they’ve been studying the mutagen ever since. I don’t know what they want with the boys, but they made it sound like the gas was made with the turtle’s physiology in mind. That it would outright kill me and Casey, but shouldn’t harm them.”

Lou was bristling, tail lashing. “‘Shouldn’t’ is the word they used?” he gritted out. 

“Yeah. It hit them hard in seconds. But Blue—uh, your Leo—” Casey said, with an uncomfortable sideways look at Lou, “—he managed to get one of his swords out and portaled me and April away. We waited for like five minutes to see if he’d get anyone else out, but…”

But no one came goes unsaid. 

Splinter tapped his walking stick on the floor once to recall their focus, warm affection filling his chest for these little Hamato adoptees who fell haphazardly into his clan. 

“Lou is correct,” he said. “It is unfortunate that your team was so quickly overwhelmed. We will discuss how to better handle situations like this another time.” 

Both humans stood a little taller when it became clear that that conversation would be tabled for the time being, and April finally found it within herself to meet Splinter’s eyes. 

“For now—” he started, only for Lou to cut him off with a sound not unlike a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” the shorter rat snapped. “I don’t care if they lost within two minutes, let alone two hours. I only meant,” he went on, with a hard look at the teenagers, “that you should have called the instant you were in danger! Why on earth would you run all the way home like this without letting us know what had happened, putting yourselves at unnecessary risk? This organization could have had additional members waiting to pick you off when you were alone! You could have at least made time to send a text!”

Casey and April looked absolutely bewildered. Their respect for Splinter was so deeply ingrained by now that it carried over to this odd likeness of him but they did not seem to know what to do with this manner of reprimand. 

“Uh,” Casey said eloquently. “Splinter doesn’t have a phone.”

“There was the cheese phone,” April interjected. “Sorry, I mean, he had a landline. But the wiring got messed up awhile ago and Donnie never got around to fixing it.”

“You have seven children,” Lou seethed, narrowing his eyes at Splinter, “and you don’t see the importance of having a working phone?”

Splinter frowned. He was taken aback by the number seven, but more so by this hostility that seemed to have sprung up from nowhere. 

“We have gotten along just fine. Donatello’s inclination towards technology was not inherited from me.”

“There’s no time to continue this conversation, and if we do I am liable to start screaming profanities anyway. Jones, O’Neil, take me to my boys.” 

Lou was still bristling with anger, only now that Splinter was looking closer, he saw that the shorter rat was actually bristling. His fur was standing up as though with electric static. 

“If even one scale on their shells has been harmed,” he added darkly, to no one in particular, “there will be hell to pay.”

April led the way to the garage at a sprint, hopping up without breaking stride to grab the keys from their hook on the wall just inside the door. She tossed the keys to Casey and claimed the front passenger seat for herself, leaving the two fathers to pile into the back of the van. 

It wasn’t until she was still that Splinter noticed her fingertips were red and raw from where she had bitten the nails down to the quick. As Casey started the engine, her thumbnail found its way back between her teeth, blue eyes feverish with worry as she stared into the middle distance. 

She was very anxious, for all that she seemed determined to keep it to herself in present company. Her sideways glance at Casey made it clear that she wanted to share her thoughts with him; a flick of her eyes toward the rearview mirror decided her continued silence.

On the bench seat beside him, Splinter watched Lou take out his own phone. It was a thin flat device, held in a protective case that looked like it would probably survive an apocalypse. The caller ID on the screen was a picture of that behemoth snapping turtle in a fuzzy pink hoodie, squeezed cheek-to-cheek with his tiny spotted brother so they both fit into the frame. 

“Red, this is no time to screen my calls!” Lou said when the tinny automated voice encouraged him to leave a message. “Contact me at once or you are grounded for a month! No, two months!”

“They are probably in no position to answer,” Splinter pointed out, Lou’s restlessness leaving him feeling ill-at-ease. “I am sure they are fine. My sons have been in situations like this countless times.”

Lou pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yoshi, I’m going to level with you. I don’t know how to explain that it’s weird you have become desensitized to the news that your children are in danger. My Baby Blue once locked himself inside a prison dimension with an evil killing machine, and less than a year after that he almost cracked his foolish head open on that ridiculous half-pipe mimicking some superstar skater, and my soul left my body in exactly the same manner both times. That never changes. It has never gone away.”

It was disingenuous of Lou to presume that Splinter did not worry after his sons. Of course he did. They were his greatest pride and it was a privilege he did not deserve to have raised them. 

But they were not the clumsy toddlers they once were; at some point, the parent must let go of the bicycle and step back, or the child will never learn to ride it. 

Splinter could not say he had ever taken the time to consider what it might have been like to meet another version of himself—one who had lived a similar life but had made different choices. He almost did not recognize himself at all in the fussy, short-tempered mutant sitting beside him. 

Lou checked his phone no less than eleven more times during the twenty-minute drive. By the time Casey finally announced, “This is it,” Lou was out of the van before it had even begun to slow. 

“The two of you must remain here,” Splinter told the teenagers in the front firmly. He couldn’t help but think of Lou’s scolding from earlier, and added, “If there is any sign of danger, escape at once and go to the Mutanimals. They will help.”

“I texted the group chat earlier and they haven’t seen it yet,” Casey said, flicking through his phone to double-check. 

“We can’t just leave you,” April added with enough stubborn loyalty that she could have been Raphael’s twin sister. 

“You absolutely can leave us, or you will be grounded, too,” Lou interjected from over by the door, his voice taking on that sharp no-nonsense tone Splinter had last heard directed at Blue over breakfast to curb his relentless teasing of Donatello. 

‘It is just how he and Purple show affection to each other,’ Lou had explained to Donatello, whose shoulders had begun to creep up towards his ears the longer Blue carried on. ‘That does not make it any less irritating for the rest of us though!’

‘Skill issue,’ his twins said in unison. 

‘I will cram all three of you into the get-along shirt! Do not test me!’ Lou had snapped in that particular tone that caused his children to grumble and sulk but ultimately obediently subside. 

Similarly, April scowled but did not seem willing to argue any further. Splinter would have expected her to give a Miwa-worthy retort that she was too old to be grounded and not Splinter’s daughter to discipline besides, but she only jerked her chin in a barely passable nod and said nothing more. An equally unhappy but unargumentative Casey turned off the headlights and twirled the steering wheel, backing the van up and parking it by the access road.

Lou had already kicked the reinforced door down by the time Splinter joined him, and he barely had a moment to think My seventeen-year-olds are stealthier than that before he realized Lou had not come with stealth in mind.

He had the first unfortunate human within his line of sight pinned to the ground with a knife in seconds, barking, “Where are they? Where are they?”

The human, caught unawares, coughed at the unforgiving pressure on her windpipe, and managed to wheeze out, “Wh-who do you—”

“You are a scientist, and therefore I know you are not an idiot,” Lou hissed, much like the animal he had been mutated with. “Do not waste my time acting like one.” 

The woman scrabbled at his arms, for what little good it did. Her eyes, behind the clear visor of the gas mask, were wide with fear. To her credit, she steeled herself enough to cling to whatever mission she and her associates seemed to have rallied behind, saying, “So many incredible things could be—be accomplished—if we had a chance to study the mutagen more closely, if we had test subjects with human-like intelligence. It’s closer to magic than science, and we could do so much—”

“You would experiment on children? My children? Turn them into lab rats?” The last he said with a very personal sort of dark anger. The scientist coughed again, and her renewed struggles were a desperate, animalistic thing as she lost the last of her air beneath the unrelenting press of Lou’s hand. “Is that what you think you should be saying to me? Is that what you think will save you—an appeal to the greater good?”

Splinter dispatched the handful of people who streamed into the room in a series of swift strikes. They were unconscious before they hit the ground.

“Lou,” he said, “that is enough. We are here for our sons.”

He was not unsettled by the shorter rat’s capacity for violence. He knew himself better than that. But he did not understand Lou’s hair-trigger temper, his turtle-shaped blind spot. He couldn’t speak for the other’s students, but Splinter’s own were experienced, and tempered, and incredibly skilled. After everything they survived and accomplished together up until now, he found it hard to believe that an organization of regular humans could pose much of a threat to their well-being. 

From the way Lou was acting, it was as if he was any ordinary parent whose ordinary children had been taken in the night. 

Splinter shifted to intervene when the woman Lou had pinned continued to choke. Finally, Lou released her enough that she could heave in desperate breaths. 

“You would not actually kill her,” Splinter chided him, no fan of theatrics. 

“Someone has not been paying attention,” Lou replied shortly. “If my boys are hurt, I will burn this building down with everyone inside it. Honor can go hang itself.”

With that, he removed the woman’s gas mask and informed her that she would lead them to the turtles without making a scene, or she would bleed to death on the floor and they would find the turtles on their own. White-faced, she wisely settled for the first option. 

Leading them toward the back of the building, where rooms that were once offices had since been repurposed into labs and testing areas, the woman said hoarsely, “I didn’t know they were kids.”

Like clockwork, Lou’s fur bristled with offense. “They are wearing matching Sanrio hoodies. They speak in memes. I am sure at least one of them called you a boomer to your face.”

“No, I meant,” she said, touching her bruised throat briefly before dropping her hand, “I meant I didn’t know they were someone’s kids. I’m—I wouldn’t have—sorry. We were trying to do good. I’m sorry.”

“Hmph. I will consider forgiving you in roughly one hundred years as long as my turtles are completely fine. This door here?”

He kicked it down before she could move her head more than one half-inch in a nod. There was a flurry of excitement inside, and then Blue’s voice rang out, “Daddy!”

He sounded ecstatic to see his father, but not at all shocked. His words were a little slurred as he went on, “I told them you’d be here any minute. Our cousins over there wanted to stage a break-out, and I was like. Just nap. You know? Just take five. See, Miguel’s got the right idea.”

“Hush, silly turtle,” Lou said, his tone now a complete departure from how he had sounded for the last half hour. “Come here, let me look at you all. I need to be absolutely certain no one in this building deserves to die before we leave.”

Splinter joined him inside the room in time to take in the sight of the shorter rat attempting to hold all four of his much larger sons in his arms. Orange was deeply asleep in Red’s lap, his smaller stature probably contributing to the higher concentration of the drug in his system. The twins were upright at a forty-five degree angle, and Red himself seemed groggy but alert for the most part. They were smiling as they absorbed their father's fussy attention, leaning into his hands.

Comparatively, Splinter’s own sons were swaying where they sat. Michelangelo’s eyes were open, but his head was resting on Donatello’s shoulder, Donatello’s cheek propped on the crown of his little brother’s head. Raphael was wired, digging fingers into his thighs to keep himself awake, while Leonardo seemed to have been startled out of a meditation by the door crashing down. 

They all lurched with surprise to see Splinter standing there. Leonardo in particular gazed up at him with wide eyes, as if he didn’t know what to do now that the task of rescuing the seven others was no longer his responsibility. As if he had no experience with a burden being lifted away once he had decided it was his to carry. 

For the first time all night, Splinter faltered. 

On the other side of the room, Blue said, “I’m, uh, sorry. I wanted to get us out, but I didn’t have time for more than one door.” 

“Dum-dum,” Purple said succinctly. “O’Neil and Jones would be dead if they were still here.”

“Dee’s right for once, Leon,” Red rumbled, “you made the only call you could.”

“But I should have been able to save everyone, right?” Blue said. “I’m the leader.”

“You,” Lou said sternly, holding Blue’s face in both hands, “are seventeen.” 

That’s right, Splinter found himself thinking, looking down at his eldest son. The brilliant boy he taught to read, the one he taught to fold origami flowers for his mother and sister’s shrine, the one he had stopped holding one day without even realizing it. He is. 

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rottmnt crossover with the 2003 series where Angelo accidentally teleports himself into the 03 universe & has to stay with the guys for a bit.

He gets along best with Mikey, surprisingly well with Don and Raph, but is constantly butting heads with Leo.

The guys go from a little surprised by this to extremely surprised when it comes out that this is because Mikey reminds him of his Leo, while 03!Leo reminds him of his Raph.

[brightlotusmoon]

And yet again

If anyone remembers that 2018/2003 TMNT crossover I had promised I would finish once Rise got to Season 2, I had another dream that I will insert into said fic:

-2003 Leo and Rise Leo chasing each other around the Rise lair yelling puns at each other.

-2003 Leo grabbing Rise Mikey and backing against a wall: "Yield or I adopt him!" causing 2003 Mikey to dramatically stage whisper, "I knew he loved me the most!"

-2003 Raph slapping 2003 Mikey: "That's not love, that's hostage negotiation, bonehead. He knows you're potentially better than him and you're too lazy to do anything."

-Rise Raph grabbing 2003 Raph by the arm and twisting it: "Smack him again and I'll stuff you like my teddy bears."

-The Donatello's in a corner building some random Rube Goldburg device. 2003 Donnie: "Try not to maim each other, I'm in the zone."

-Rise Splinter leaning forward in his armchair eating popcorn.

I am going to throw the 2012 boys in there too.

[awzominator]

You ever read a line that goes so hard it haunts ur every waking moment…

Once more @doctaaaaaaaar and @melonpalooza are writing top tier fics!!! Literally obsessed w this new series and this fic in particular is so heartbreaking and incredible!! Highly recommend it!