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Gram Gram and Leo have a special place in my heart 💙
Drawing these hurt my soul but in the best way it was so much fun to do, shh don't look at the backgrounds tho 🥲
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for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
rise of the tmnt
pairing: raph & everyone, raph & casey
word count: 2153
title borrowed from good riddance by green day
post-movie
read on ao3
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Leo’s arms squeeze tight around them for three seconds, four—and then they fall loose. He slumps forward and would have hit the ground if Donnie and Mikey didn’t scramble to support his sudden deadweight.
They push him back upright, and then ease him into a careful lean against Raph’s cracked plastron. Raph wraps sore hands carefully around Leo’s slim shoulders, hyper-aware of every cut and bruise on his little brother’s battered body.
Leo’s head lolls as if he’s asleep, or—as if he’s asleep.
The giddy relief of an extremely close victory drains away in favor of fear. All three of them are shaking with the leftover dregs of adrenaline.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mikey asks shrilly. He’s clutching Leo’s arm like he doesn’t trust Leo to remain solid if he lets go.
“You want that list alphabetically or in descending order of how much each issue complicates my life?” Donnie replies shortly, lowering the lenses of his goggles over his eyes.
If it were anyone else, Raph and Mikey both would have snapped at the inappropriately irreverent tone—but it’s Donatello. They know how he wears his worry. Whatever he’s picking up with his scan, it’s causing his lips to thin, and lines to tighten around his eyes.
He’s an engineer, not a medic—Leo fills that uncredited role—but Donnie is Leo’s usual extra set of hands in the infirmary, so he picked up a thing or two. Raph can tell, from the careful, deliberate way he touches his twin’s neck and feels around the base of his skull, that Donnie is mentally rehearsing everything he knows about head trauma and spinal injuries.
“It should be safe to move him,” he finally says, sitting back on his heels. Absolutely none of that worry, poorly moonlighting as dispassion, has left his eyes. “I want him back home in the medbay immediately. Like, a week ago immediately. But,” he adds, uncomfortable being the voice of comfort and doing his best with it regardless, “he’ll be okay.”
It’s like Raph’s shell was too tight right up until that moment, crushing his lungs and restricting his air. And now he can breathe again.
“Of course he will,” he chokes out.
“It’s not a medbay if it’s not on a spaceship,” Mikey replies absently, doing a decent job of sounding like he’s not on the verge of hysterics as he helps tuck Leo safely into the crook of Raph’s arm. “You normally just call it the spa.”
“Ninety-nine percent of the time we only use that room for mud masks and manicures. So sue me.”
“Alright,” Raph butts in, not unkindly, “we can argue about it later. I’m sure Leo will have some key points to add. Donnie, the tank is out of commission for the time being—do you have any other ride you could call for us? If not, we might need to, uh—borrow one.”
He can’t even bring himself to feel guilty about it. He would do a lot worse than steal a car for his family, even if it sets a bad example. Donnie’s frown deepens as he taps on his holo-gauntlet, which Raph takes as a sign that he doesn’t actually have a secret fleet of vehicles he can summon from now that most of his tech has been soundly smashed by the Krang.
“Way ahead of you, mister,” a voice chimes in from the comms, and as one, the turtles glance at the glowing emblem on Raph’s forearm.
“April?” Mikey’s voice shoots upwards gladly. “Hey! You’re okay!”
“Of course I am, what’s a little city-wide alien invasion? I went to public school. And you boys need to update me pronto! Splints and I have been losing our minds over here! We got Leo back?”
“Yeah, we got him,” Raph affirms. He holds Leo a little tighter. They very nearly almost didn’t get him. “You can thank Mikey for that.”
Their sister makes a choked noise, what was clearly a sob before she strangled it into submission. “Angelo, you’re getting one helluva hug from me the second I see you. Brace yourself, baby.”
“Consider me braced,” Mikey says. His smile is shaky, but he manages to keep it.
“We just picked up Future Boy, and we’re on our way to you now. Give us two shakes—maybe three. Traffic’s kind of not great.”
“Ten-four, Apricot,” Donnie says, and then the comm goes silent, and the three of them just sort of look at each other.
With help on the way, and nothing to do but wait, there’s time for the hurts they’ve been too busy for to finally settle in.
Raph can barely keep his right eye open, it burns so much. His left shoulder is a solid ache. Mikey’s hands are still shaking, and Raph thinks maybe it has less to do with adrenaline than he thought, and more to do with that golden portal he tore open out of sheer stubborn, inexhaustible love. And Donnie is sitting in that tense, stiff way he only does when his battle shell is hurting more than it’s helping, his mouth set in a firm line that Raph knows means he’s gone nonverbal for the time being.
Still… still.
They’re alive to feel it all, the pain and relief and fear and love. They’re together. The sun is setting, brilliant and golden in the sky, and their proud, unconquered city shines beneath it.
And Leo’s breaths are warm puffs against Raph’s shoulder. His plastron rises and falls evenly with each one. The whole right side of his face is puffy and swollen, and there’s a crack in his shell that Raph is worried about, but he’s alive. He’s sleeping, and he’s safe, and by the end of the day he’ll be home.
Raph shifts him up a bit, ignoring the sharp look Donnie shoots at him for it; just enough that he can plant his cheek carefully on the top of Leo’s head. Mikey scoots closer, sandwiching himself between his two eldest brothers. He lifts one of Donnie’s arms and drapes it around himself snugly. Don sighs through his nose, but leans in instead of away.
They won, and they won without losing anything they couldn’t come back from.
The raucous, manic beeping of a car horn draws Raph’s attention to the unfamiliar cargo van galloping towards them at what is very much not the speed limit. It brakes with an angry screech and a long stretch of tire marks scrubbed into the asphalt lot, and April, Splinter and Casey pile out like a squad of Navy Seals, leaving doors hanging wide-open behind them.
It’s all chaos for the next handful of minutes, everyone talking over each other, lots of “are you okay?”s and “I’m okay, are you—”s. Splinter takes one look at Leo’s poor battered face and orders everyone back into the car.
They have to fold the middle row of seats down for Raph to fit comfortably. Donnie slips away to the driver’s seat, jittery and overstimulated. It’ll make him feel better to do something with purpose. Mikey’s starting to cry in earnest, now that they’re surrounded by family and he feels safe enough to cry, and April bundles him up in a hug that looks like it might last a couple days.
They’re halfway across the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge, under the indigo blanket of twilight, when Raph realizes Casey has been very quiet.
As a matter of fact, he hasn’t heard Casey say a word since the kid was crying on the comms, begging Leo not to go away.
He glances over his shoulder at the back row of seats. Casey is sitting on April’s other side, hunched forward, arms wrapped around himself as if he’s staving off the cold. His eyes are glassy and freshly traumatized and Raph realizes he’s let something pretty important slip.
“Hey,” Raph says, his heart hurting for him. “Casey.” When Casey startles at the sudden address, and his gaze darts up to meet Raph’s, the snapping turtle offers his hand. “It’s okay. Here.”
His hand is huge, and he knows that his size can be intimidating for people who don’t know him. He’s half-expecting Casey to hesitate to take it. But the boy lurches forward off his seat at the invitation, like there’s a string knotted around his breastbone, tying him to this little ragtag family of mutants and misfits. He puts his hand in Raph’s without missing a beat.
Raph works off Casey’s heavy glove and then guides his scarred, five-fingered hand to Leo’s arm.
“If Leo was your sensei, I’m guessing he taught you how to take a pulse,” Raph says lightly. Sure enough, Casey’s fingers curl, the first two pressing against the palmar side of Leo’s wrist in the automatic, unflinching manner of a field medic. The proof of life beats there, steady and solid. “See? He’s alive. And he’s gonna stay that way. You don’t have to be scared.”
Casey blinks, and it dislodges a couple tears from his eyes, but he nods. He’s staring down at their hands on Leo’s arm, an odd expression on his face.
Belatedly, Raph realizes he’s still holding Casey’s hand, and he lifts his own away quickly.
“Sorry,” he starts, but Casey is already shaking his head rapidly.
“No!”
His voice breaks the pocket of stillness they’ve been sitting in; Mikey lifts his head off of April’s shoulder to fix them with a watery, curious look. Donnie’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror, narrowed in suspicion, like he’s just looking for an excuse to ground one of them for getting rowdy. The driver’s seat always gives him an inflated sense of authority.
Immediately, Casey looks mortified. “I mean—uh, nevermind.”
This is a much better expression on him than that grief-stricken one had been; so Raph raises an eye ridge in a silent go on.
“Um—well, I just remembered—you used to hold my hand when I was little,” Casey mumbles, very fixedly not meeting anyone’s eyes. “I always wanted to run after sensei and you were worried I’d get hurt. Then you weren’t around anymore and I had to learn to be careful on my own.” He shrugs, smiling crookedly at some bittersweet memory from his displaced past in an unwritten future. “I really missed you.”
The world he came from is gone and won’t ever come back, and for all that that’s a really, really good thing, it’s also kind of sad.
Master Leonardo doesn’t exist anymore, not as Casey knew him. But Casey still looks at Leo the same way Mikey does, like Leo could hang the moon in the sky if it ever occurred to him to try.
The people that Casey loved were real. They raised him, and risked everything to save him—to send him back to a better, brighter place. And he carried their hope and determination with him every step of the way here. Now he can put all of that down, but that just leaves him with nothing but his empty hands.
Raphael has cried a lot today already, but this just about sends him over the edge all over again.
“No need to miss us anymore,” he says firmly. “We may not be the people you knew before, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re family.”
“Seconded!” Mikey chirps immediately.
“Thirded and fourthed, as I am Nardo’s legally-appointed proxy,” Donnie adds from the driver’s seat, the first thing he��s said in over an hour.
“Aw, it’s unanimous,” April declares. “You went through hell with us, Jones, and you came out the other side swinging. That makes it official.”
“We’ll get you a Hamato clan T-shirt,” Splinter says irreverently, his paw resting on Leo’s forehead, thumb stroking absent circles against the sleeping slider’s bruised temple.
“It won’t be what you left behind,” Mikey tells him, sounding better for having gotten his tears out of his system, and, as always, light-years ahead of the rest of them in the arena of emotional maturity. “We can’t be your teachers. But we’d love a chance to be your siblings instead.”
Casey looks bowled over by them, and uncertain, and desperately wanting. Raph bumps their shoulders together, trying to nudge him over disbelief into acceptance.
“What, you think I can’t wrangle another little brother? Please. If I can handle the twins, I can handle anyone.”
“Pardon?” Donnie interjects. “You’re throwing me under this bus? Me, the most low-maintenance member of this entire family?”
“You’ve never been low-maintenance a day in your life,” April says with feeling. Mikey snorts, then starts laughing at the offended expression Donnie aims at them in the mirror.
Casey laughs, too. It sounds like it was surprised out of him. It feels like a victory as big as that whole thing with the Krang was.
Raphael is looking forward to this new future they made. He’s glad they’re going to see it together.
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rottmnt movie#hamato raphael#casey jones#my writing#tmnt fic
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crisp trepidation
summary: spreading you open is the only way of knowing you.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: oral (f receiving), angst, unprotected sex, potentially crude language but i just have mixed feelings about the c word, cussing, bucky barnes has a high heel kink, no proofreading
a/n: it’s 4 am, i’m sad and have fine line (the song) on repeat. sue me.
You don’t remember when it started. After a mission, maybe. Both of you worn and world-weary, collapsing into a motel bed by accident, or maybe by fate. Though fate is, by nature, cruel and unfair. It’s maybe once a month, twice, thrice if the pair of you are particularly lonely. Nothing more. Never spoken about. If you fall asleep, you wake up alone. Usually, somebody’s slipping out as soon as the lights come back on.
It’s been a century but Bucky still knows his way around a woman, better than anybody else you’ve been with. Somewhere between his tongue in your mouth and deep in your cunt, you find euphoria. It’s a small price to pay for the loneliness; after that first night, following a bitter take down in Madrid when he wraps your bloody knuckles and kissed your wrists, no one compares. And you’ve tried. Lord knows you’ve tried.
Michael, from Paris, who was bored with the idea of kissing your thighs. You reentered you and Bucky’s shared hotel room an hour after you’d left for the club. Leo, from El Salvador, who didn’t make it beyond a back alley make-out session, by no fault of his own. Wesley, from Brooklyn, and God if that drawl didn’t almost make you forget. But you couldn’t. He was like muscle memory, or one of those tattoos you can only see under UV light. Always in the back of your mind, no matter how hard you tried to will him away.
It’s after a particularly exhausting mission - Sam and Wanda hole up in one room, you and Bucky the other. You’d been posing as couples, after all, it was only fitting. Your hair is falling from its’ elaborate up-do as you slouch onto the bed, Bucky closing the door softly. You unstrap your thigh holster, first and foremost, ditching the folding knives tucked into either side of your dress. You’re about to take off your heels - Ancient Grecian, you’d joked, strappy and winding up your calf. He stops you with a hand on your arm, cool fingers wrapping around your bicep and tugging your hand away. He kneels, and that’ll never fail to steal the air from your lungs; James Buchanan, American hero, man out of time, trained assassin, on his knees - for you.
“Bucky,” You breathe when he’s pushing one hand beneath your dress and the other brushes up to the top of the thigh slit. He must mistake it for a gasp of pleasure as his lips connect over and over with every inch of skin expose. “James.”
He doesn’t pull away, only raises his brows expectantly. You gulp as he grows nearer to where you love need him most, threading your fingers to his newly-cropped hair. “Shouldn’t we-ah-we need to talk about this.”
“I don’t see what there is to talk about,” He grunts, hooking his fingers in your panties. He draws them down your legs tantalizingly slow, careful to avoid your shoes. You frown, finally pushing him away, against the throbbing of your expectant core.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Barnes.” Your frown deepens as he stands, shedding his suit jacket and shrugging as he slips his fingers into his bow tie.
“Not playin’ stupid, darlin’,” Bucky drawls, obviously growing impatient. He slinks up the bed to where you’ve slid back against the pillows, caging you in. He noses at your neck, teasing tongue darting out to lick at the pearls lacing your throat. “Really don’t see why we’ve gotta discuss it...’specially now.”
“Because,” You groan, shoving at his chest. He doesn’t budge. His sly hands are back beneath your dress again; you don’t have the energy to fight it. It’s not like you don’t want it. “What the hell are we doing, Buck?”
“Playing text-message Darts,” He deadpans in your ear, fingers dipping dangerously close to your clit. “Fuck do you mean, what’re we doin’, doll?”
“I just...what’s it mean, Buck?” You manage to get a grip on the back of his head, shove his face away from your neck so you can search his eyes. Bucky’s unreadable, like always, poker face impeccable with his fingers still prodding at your already-weeping hole. “Does it...does what we do mean anything to you?”
“Well,” He says, like he’s thinking, or maybe like he’s mocking you. He’s sliding two thick, flesh fingers into you; admittedly, you’re struggling to focus. “Not sleepin’ with anybody else, am I?”
You don’t know how to answer - don’t know if you can answer, to be fair. He scissors and twists his fingers expertly - only a couple weeks apart, but maybe he knows you’ve not been with anybody, either, knows to stretch you out. Not because he’s egotistic; just self aware. Considerate. He hooks his fingers, then, and you whine, hips jerking. Bucky braces his vibranium arm over your waist, dark metal evident through his white dress shirt.
“I...I wouldn’t know,” You whimper eventually. He straightens, withdrawing what’s become three fingers to straighten up on his knees. Bucky gives you a ‘c’mon, seriously?’ look as he quickly but carefully unbuttons his shirt. A sharp exhale has his nostrils flaring, like he’s holding back a laugh,
“You know me better than that, sweetheart,” He grits out as he palms himself before popping the button on his dark slacks. “Gotta know me better than that by now.”
He lines himself up, spitting into his hand in that filthy, old fashioned way of his to slick himself up. Bucky settles a forearm on either side of your head, gaze trained on where your bodies are millimetres from becoming one, but he looks up suddenly. It’s his turn to search your eyes, a little desperate. “Have...have you been with anybody else?”
“No,” You sigh, and no sooner has it left your lips is he unceremoniously shoving himself deep within you. Your breath catches in your throat, back arching as he rolls his hips and connects with that spongy little spot that reads ‘heaven’ deep within you. The slow drag of his cock is taunting as he pulls out til just the tip is pressing you open. He nips at your ear.
“Good,” He all but snarls. Bucky slams his hips back against yours. One arm disappears behind him to grip tightly at your thigh, dragging your leg up. Instinctively you make to hook it about his waist, but he has other plans. His hand trails up to your calf, placing it over his shoulder. You yelp. The angle is new, with him, though not unwelcome. Your other leg mirrors it’s twin quickly as he hastens his hips, relentless in this little follow up mission: bringing you pleasure. “So fuckin’ good.”
He leaves wet kisses on your jawline as he grips both of your legs, just below the knee. You thank your job for making you flexible as he shoves your thighs up against your torso. He makes his way back up to your ear once more, licking along the shell and causing goosebumps to prickle along your arms. “Think it’s ‘bout time I made you mine for real, huh?”
“Been yours,” You mumble as you feel the coil in your stomach twist as tight as it can get. Your fucked out brain is way behind your mouth, but you suppose it isn’t a total lie. Bucky chuckles in your ear. It’s strained, though - his hips stutter a little as well, and you know he’s close, too.
“If you’re mine, then cum for me, honey,” He practically purrs. “Know you’re close. C’mon, baby, let me have it.”
Another deep thrust and you’re crying out. Bucky’s not far behind, his warmth lighting you up from the inside out. He releases your legs at long last, slumping against you. The pair of you laugh at the little ‘oomf’ you emit at his dead weight. You bite back a whine as he shifts just slightly, his cock still nestled within you.
“You’re mine?” He ponders aloud after what feels like eons of silence. You push at his shoulders and he takes the hint, eyes never leaving you as he rolls off of you and onto his back. You sigh contentedly, plucking up the courage to roll into his side and lay your head on his chest, despite all the uncertainty still shrouding the two of you. ‘Cuz I’m yours, doll. Have been for longer than I’d like to admit.”
You bury your smile beside his dog tags, poking him playfully in the stomach.
“Yeah, you geezer. I’m yours.”
#last time i was sad sad i wrote 'like real people do' so be glad this has a happy ending#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes oneshot
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Hello! I have another request. Could you do a story where 2012 Donnie decides to use the Rise!Turtles' weapons for a test drive without their permission? I imagine 2012 Donnie trying to figure what kind of materials it has in order to create the mystic weapons and testing it out. But then things goes wrong and he attempted to fix it but can't. Bet the Rise!Turtles won't be so happy at Rise!Donnie's counterpart for taking their weapons without their permission.
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He had to get a better look at them. I mean, when else was he gonna get a chance like this one? In his world there was no magic— there was tech far behind his understanding, sure, but that was still tech. Tech that someone engineered, using their own knowledge, for a specific purpose. But here? It was all over the place! Just one patrol using Donatello’s goggles had keyed him into hundreds of mystical hotspots all around the city! He had seen their weapons in action, but he needed to see them closely— in controlled settings under a microscope! To see the inner workings and try to replicate them! If he could get his hands on that kinda tech, then he and his brothers would be unstoppable! And these guys were just using them like toys! Well, not on Donnie’s watch!
Michelangelo’s kusari-fundo had been a difficult thing to snatch. The box turtle was sleeping with the thing on his bed, hugging the weapon like it were a toy. If Donnie hadn’t known better, he’d have said the blades looked almost soft. Michelangelo snored just like Donnie’s Mikey did, tucked under a soft, fluffy comforter and dressed in an orange unicorn onesie. Mikey shared the bed with him (as did Leonardo with Leo and Raphael with Raph), but the older box turtle was sleeping like a rock.
Donnie carefully pried the tool from Michelangelo’s grip with the skill and delicate touch of a true ninja, quickly replacing it with a stuffed animal. Michelangelo gave a soft groan at the disturbance, but quickly hugged the toy as he settled once more. Donnie grinned and looked at the weapon in his hand. Staring into the slick, painted surface, Donnie almost thought he saw an eye staring back at him. He quickly shook his head, looked back, and the eye was gone. Just his mind playing a trick. Leonardo was next.
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“What are you doing?”
Donnie almost screamed. “Wha— what are you doing awake?!”
Leonardo crossed his arms and glared, his face remarkably bare without his mask and only slightly stifled by a blue nightcap.
“I’m a ninja with crippling insomniac tendencies— sue me.” Leonardo said calmly. “What are you doing with my sword?”
“Uh.” Donnie glanced between Leonardo and the katana he was holding, “nothing?”
“Nothing?” Leonardo scrutinized with a piercing gaze that seemed to call Donnie out in his lie
Donnie hesitated, then sighed. He gave a light laugh and ran his hand across his head. “S-sorry! Just panicked. Other Donnie wants to uh. See if he can use some of the mystic energy from your katana to reverse-engineer a rift for us to get home— me and my brothers, I mean.”
“Ooookay.” Leonardo’s eyes betrayed his distrust, but he didn’t say a word against it, “just ask next time, okay?”
“Yeah. Will do.”
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Getting the Tonfa from Raphael was nerve wracking. Access to Donatello’s staff was easy— Donnie already had permission to examine and admire its inner workings, so his touch was programmed into the systems anti-theft database as a non-threat. Michelangelo’s kusari-fundo required stealth, sure, and Leonardo’s sword required cunning, but this? This required him escaping with the Tonfa and from the crushing bite of a genetic predator. No matter how calm and content he acted while awake, after that first night’s run-in with savage Raph, Donnie was more than cautious to avoid another similar outburst. Lucky for him, the Tonfa were hung up at a safe distance from the snapper on the wall, and Raphael’s snoring drowned out any noise he might have made.
And just like that, Donnie had everything he needed for a test run. Of course, he was far more skilled with the familiar bō staff than with any of the other weapons (past experience had taught him just how difficult learning a new weapon could be, nevertheless mystic ones), so naturally Donatello’s bō was the first one to try out. Though it itself wasn’t of mystic origin, Donatello had stated many times of the mystic enhancements that made the weapon flourish from a simple multi-tool to what could classify as a weapon of mass destruction.
“Okay...” the staff, despite its greater size to the one he was used to, was surprisingly light in comparison. A quick weigh-in brought it to only fifteen pounds which, given the amount of tech it carried, was an incredible feat. Just how his younger counterpart could manage such a thing seemed almost impossible to the older Donnie’s mind, but that only served to scratch his curiosity even more! There were so many buttons on the shaft he didn’t even know where to start...
He went for the biggest button first out of pure, childish curiosity. This curiosity led to the worse possible outcome as the end of the bō furrowed out and turned into a compact rocket, which turned sideways on itself and shot out sparks of power. Donnie tried to catch himself, but it was too late. Already the power of the launcher dragged him off his feet and forced his unprepared body into a spin. It took his mind a few seconds to catch up with his body and press the same button to withdraw the blaster.
“Note to self... big button bad. Shoulda known that.”
From them on, he was much more careful with his examine. Every press of a button was met with a brace-for-impact in case a similar issue occurred, but he thankfully avoided such an outcome. One button shot a burst of electricity out the opposite side of the bō from where the blaster was, while another button shot two reinforced wings out either side to form a glider. Another button produced a blade on either side of the staff, and another revealed a compartment filled with gauze and alcohol thread and a needle safely tucked into a surgical pouch— an emergency kit, he supposed. He remembered Donatello also having a much bigger one in his battle shell, so this turtle obviously came prepared. Another compartment had a pair of glasses and a bottle of ibuprofen.
“Wow. No such thing as traveling light, I guess.”
He put the bō staff safely to the side before grabbing the Tonfa next. He placed both Tonfa on the table and the first thing he did was examine one of them under the microscope. It was nothing special— just redwood, as far as he could see— albeit old enough to date back to ancient Japan and perhaps even further. Then he put on Donatello’s goggles and looked at the Tonfa through the lenses, which opened up a whole new world of beauty to the normal-looking weapons.
The Tonfa lit up an impossible red, and on the screen appeared the word Muladhara. The red chakra— the root chakra as Donnie knew it best, represented by a red lotus with four petals. Vitality and strength. Instinctual tendencies and the densest of all seven chakras. The more his mind worked it over, the more it made sense. Muladhara was Raphael down to the finest detail. It commands attention and can be forceful at times. The color of passion and love and determination— the color of anger and daring. A color and chakra associated with abandonment and inherited trauma...
Donnie didn’t want to think about it anymore. And he didn’t dare try to activate the weapons knowing their power. He sat them aside and moved onto Leonardo’s katana.
Like the Tonfa, they were nothing special at first glance. Blades made from tamahagane steel common in ancient Japan, and the Tsuka was as unique as every tsuka, covered in ray skin and silken rope, with writing from the first ever wielder of the blade.
Anatawa Hitorijanai... you are not alone.
Under the goggles, another new vision of the mystic weapon opened up for him. The blue chakra of course— Vishuddha. The throat chakra. It took a lot more critical thought than with Raphael’s weapons, but Donnie supposed that the chakra could fit Leonardo. The balance of Vishuddha would speak truthfully, encouraging conversation and relying on self expression. Speaking with confidence and feeling compassion for those around you— communicating your worries even when you were scared to... but an unbalanced Vishuddha with no way to express it could easily lead to the anxiety Leonardo often felt in social settings. Perhaps his chakra was underactive, or blocked completely, by the feeling of something... unfulfilled in his life.
Donnie had more confidence experimenting with the teleporting sword than he did with the Tonfa. He wouldn’t have to go through it himself, he figured— he could just toss something through and study how it worked. He picked up the blade and looked it over before holding it out to the air in front of him. Leonardo had told him that he had to have a very clear image in his mind— no other thoughts clouding it. Any mistake or misthought could lead to an unstable portal, and unstable portals were extremely dangerous. You could get trapped between rifts, or get portal jacked, or end up hundreds of miles away from where you intended! Donnie closed his eyes to better imagine the room in front of him. Every fine detail... every flaw and crack and puddle and crawl space... every bug skittering around and every sound and every smell surrounding him like a cloud of mist.
He traced the blades point through the air and he was sure he could feel some minor resistance, but he kept focusing on the room. Droplets falling on the stone floor... forming puddles...echoing down the tunnels...
He completed the circle and opened his eyes. Immediately he pulled back as the brightest shade of turquoise almost blinded him, and after a moment of shielding his eyes he finally forced himself to look toward the brightness. The circle wasn’t perfect. In fact, the rift itself seemed almost squiggly, as if distorted by water. Distorted, but hopefully functional. Donnie took a pen out of his tool belt and reluctantly approached the portal, resisting against the temptation of its mystic pull and holding out the pen ready to throw it in. Then another thought occurred to him. What if he just…
He dropped the pen. At first the pen made as if it was going to fall but stopped midair by some otherworldly force. Then it was drawn to the portal and through it with a bubbling noise as it disappeared. Then another rift came to existence above Donnie and, before he could do anything more than look up to it, the pen fell out and hit him on the head.
“Ow.” It didn't hurt, but he said it anyway as he picked up the pen and put it back where it belonged. Curious. Very curious…
He took the sword and slashed through the original portal, destroying both it and its awkward counterpart with nothing more than a soft blip as the magic returned to the blade. There, no harm done! Now all that was left was Michelangelo’s.
A long chain, surprisingly rust-free for how far back it dated. The previous owners must have taken extreme care to keep it in the shape it was in. A chain that, despite how flexible and controlled it looked in Michelangelo’s skilled hands, was short and almost stiff in Donnie’s. The weighty was only on one end, as opposed to both as would be used with most kusari-fundo. A round weight with a ring of spikes across it. Donnie gave one point an experimental poke and yelped as it broke the skin and he started to bleed.
“Another note to self— pointy bit sharp.” He examined the serrated edges a bit longer before moving onto the goggle-inspection.
The sacral chakra, as Donnie had expected. Swadisthana, the orange chakra located in the lower belly. Connected to empathy and intimacy, pleasure both sensual and sexual. Creativity, fantasies, feelings. Everything that made up Michelangelo. An imbalance could lead to someone with boundary issues… yes, definitely Michelangelo, Donnie added to himself with a slight snort as he remembered just how clingy and touchy this world’s Michangelo’s was. At least his world’s always directed that touch-hunger to Raph or Leo and not to him.
A carving on the side of the weight caught Donnie’s attention and he spun it around to get a better view. The design was very faint, but it was there. It looked almost like a smiley face with closed eyes, something Donnie figured to have been added quite recently by Michelangelo. But further examination of it showed that the carving was old, as old as the weight itself, and installed by a previous owner. He even doubled and triple checked just to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Now all that was left to do was test it out. He had minor experience with chain weapons (the likes of which still haunted him to his day and made him give an uncomfortable shiver) and it wasn’t like he was actually going to fight with it! He was just going to test out the weight distribution and how effective it would be during fights since he had yet to see any of the other-world counterparts in battle.
He grabbed the handle securely, nodding at the nice distribution he was already feeling. He was just about to take a swing when he remembered the goggles still on his face and decided to take them off first, in case they somehow screwed with any of his data. He did so and turned to swing the kusari-fundo once more until something else this time stopped him in his tracks.
The glow didn't stop. He had taken off the mystic sensors and he tapped his head just to be sure! But the glow didn't stop. The smiling face was a much more prominent yellow against the orange, and Donnie was sure its eyes had been closed before…
The pupils in the eyes moved to stare at him and Donnie screamed and dropped the weapon in horror as he crawled back against the wall. The weapon pursued. On it’s own with no master or anything physical to command it. It drifted up and it’s living, flaming eyes followed Donnie’s every move. He made an experimental motion toward the door and the weapon made the same motion as it readied to pursue until Donnie returned to his original position.
The thud of approaching feet sealed Donnie’s fate in stone. Seconds later, seven mutant turtles poked their heads into the room, three of them armed and the other four looking confused and concerned by their lack of weapons.
“Donnie?” Leo tried to make a motion to approach his brother, but quickly withdrew out of the room when the kusari-fundo gave a warning spark. “The hell’s that thing?”
“Sparky!” Michelangelo ran into the room confidently with his arms extended, his brothers spilling in after him.
“Wait, no!”
Donnie awaited a terrifying assault that didn't happen. Instead, the fiery weapon subsided it’s flame and fell swiftly through the air to land in Michelangelo's arms. Michelangelo cuddled it closely and churred as he covered the tiny face in kisses.
Finally able to breath, Donnie went to part from the wall, but was stopped by a rough hand the size of his plastron.
The anger in Raphael’s eyes was uncanny. “You have a lot of explaining to do…”
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tagging: @moonguks @gomustanggirl16 @catwomancabello @sassaspazz @xo-stardust720 @krewsprospect and anyone else who wants to play the tag games under the cut! I love reading these :D
Tagged by @gomustanggirl16!
What your mutuals/followers can address you as: Chanty
Birthday: August 14
Favorite Food: sushi and also chicken wings but obviously not together
Favorite Films: to prevent myself from coming up with a list of 50 here are my Top 5:
#1. Captain America: The Winter Soldier
#2. The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
#3. Star Trek: Into Darkness
#4. Jurassic World
#5. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before
HAH which one does not belong?
Things that make you Happy: lots of things but overall: reading, writing, and bullet journaling (which i have an insta for)
What is something you’ve accomplished that you are proud of: I know it sounds odd but I am still thankful that I got through senior year of high school because it was a struggle. My grades were great - they always were - but school never came easy to me and especially not testing, specifically, and so most of my senior year was spent skipping 2nd period so I could cry in the bathroom. Don’t get me wrong; I had a nice, mundane, average high school experience - no bullying, little-to-no drama, and friends I loved to varying degrees but still very much enjoyed being with each day. I enjoyed high school, and I was that kid that enjoyed learning and enjoyed the challenge of advanced classes, for the most part. Just, some of the school aspect was a soul-sucking bitch that I just couldn’t handle properly those last few months.
Go to song to sing at karaoke night: I don’t karaoke but I sing along to literally everything when I listen to music
Would you rather cook or order take out: take-out, always, because while I’m average in the kitchen I am lazy with clean-up
Are you an extrovert or introvert: I see myself as an introvert but... literally everyone says I’m an extrovert? Is this something I can judge for myself?
Celebrity crushes: Klay Thompson, don’t ask me why but he is my everything
Tagged by @moonguks!
rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people.
appearance:
I’m over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles or birthmarks // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
hobbies and talents:
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand
relationships:
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
aesthetics:
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
miscellaneous:
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs
Tagged by @catwomancabello!
Rules: Spell out your url using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.
Cross Me - Ed Sheeren, Chance the Rapper, RnB Rock
History - One Direction
All In My Head (Flex) - Fifth Harmony, Fetty Wrap
Love Her Too - Marc E. Bassy, G-Eazy
A Good Night - John Legend, BloodPop
Needy - Ariana Grande
Thank U, Next - Ariana Grande
No Tears Left to Cry - Ariana Grande
Every Single Time - Jonas Brothers
South of the Border - Ed Sheeren, Camila Cabello, Cardi B
Seeing Blind - Niall Horan, Maren Morris
Tagged by @gomustanggirl16!
one // name: Chanty
two // birthday: August 14
three // zodiac sign: Leo
four // height: 5′
five // hobbies: writing and reading
six // favorite colors: most shades of purple, blue, and pink
seven // favorite books: too many but I’m really, really fond of the Off-Campus Series by Elle Kennedy (hockey lovers, this is for us) and Kiss the Sky and Fuel the Fire by Krista & Becca Ritchie from the Addicted Series
eight // last song I listened to: the entire Descendants 3 soundtrack sue me I love this franchise
nine // last film watched: The Lion King (2019)
ten // inspiration or muse: I don’t know if this counts as a muse but I get into really great writing moods and creative brainstorming by listening to music, and lately my writing playlist is basically: the “sweetener” and “thank u, next” albums by Ariana Grande, the “Happiness Begins” album by the Jonas Brothers, and Ed Sheeren’s “No.6 Collaborations Project”
eleven // dream job: author!
twelve // meaning behind your url: it’s a play on “chalant” from Young Justice - which refers to Dick Grayson and his adorable word play in Season One and also the ship of Dick Grayson and Zatanna Zatara aka: my origin story
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Sue Radford to be a gran again after daughter Millie, 18, announces pregnancy as the supermum prepares for her 22nd baby
SUPERMUM Sue Radford who’s expecting her 22nd baby has announced her daughter Millie, 18, is also pregnant.
The 44-year-old. who’s getting ready to welcome a little girl, revealed it’s going to be an “exciting year” as she becomes a grandma for the fourth time.
7Sue announced her daughter is also pregnant as she hailed a new chapter for the Radford’sCredit: InstagramSue, who lives in Morecambe, Lancs, with her husband Noel, 48, shared a snap of Millie’s ultrasound scan alongside an adorable onesie and booties to Instagram.
She said: “What an exciting year it’s going to be with our baby due in 6 weeks and now a new grand baby due in September!!
“Congratulations @millieeradfordd you’re going to be an amazing mummy.”
Millie also shared the same snap to her own Insta feed, saying: “Excited for this new chapter.”
7Millie is due to welcome her first child in September Credit: InstagramMillie’s older sister Sophie, who has three kids, also gushed over her sister’s news.
She said: “1 new sibling and a new niece or nephew.
“2020 is definitely a brighter year for us all.”
7Mum-of-21 Sue Radford is currently expecting her 22nd child, a girl Credit: InstagramOne of her other sisters, Chloe, was equally thrilled, saying: “Can’t believe my little sister is having a baby of her own… I am EMOTIONAL.
“You’ll be an amazing mummy @milleeradfordd what a lucky little one.”
The Radfords are Britain’s biggest family, with Noel and Sue parents to Chris, 30, Sophie, 25, Chloe, 23, Jack, 22, Daniel, 20, Luke, 18, Millie, 18, Katie, 16, James, 15, Ellie, 14, Aimee, 13, Josh, 12, Max, 11, Tillie, nine, Oscar, seven, Casper, six, Hallie, three, Phoebe, two, Archie 18 months, and Bonnie, one.
7Fans have commented Millie has had great practice for becoming a mum after having so many siblings Credit: Rex FeaturesThey also have three grandchildren – who are Sophie’s kids – Daisy, six, Ayprill, four, and Leo, two.
The couple famously don’t claim any benefits apart from Child Benefit and rely on Noel’s bakery business to make ends meet.
Thousands of well-wishers have commented on the news online, congratulating Millie and the growing Radford family.
7Millie shared the happy news to her Instagram story Credit: InstagramOne person said: “Oh wow exciting I wonder how many she will go on to have. Lovely news
Another wrote: “Congratulations Millie! You’re going to be an amazing mum, you learn from the best! So happy for you.2
A third said: “I honestly don’t know how you can keep track but there’s so much love in this family. Congratulations.”
7Noel and Sue Radford with baby Archie and daughters Millie, Hallie and SofieCredit: Warren Smith – The SunThis person pointed out: “The kids can play and grow together!! This is amazing.”
And someone else added: “Congratulations you’ve had plenty of practise with your brothers and sisters your gonna be a fantastic mummy.”
Sue has been sharing her pregnancy journey online, as she’s just weeks away from her due date.
7Sue and Noel are already grandparents of three, soon to be four Credit: Refer to CaptionThe mum marked turning 32 weeks pregnant with a selfie of her giant bump, revealing her and Noel hadn’t come up with a name for their new daughter yet.
Sue wrote: “This pregnancy is flying by I can’t believe she’ll be here in just 6 weeks time.
“We also still can’t decided on a name.”
HONEY POTJonathan Ross’ daughter Honey says she’s happier as a size 18 than her slim matesON THE SCENTCleaning fans go wild for Lenor softener which smells like £80 Alien perfumeMAKING MEMORIESMy daughter has weeks to live after headaches turned out to be rare cancerSEX EDUCATIONPegging is the latest sex trend – and experts say it’s more popular than everExclusiveMUM-SHAME ON YOUStranger called my son ‘horrible’ & pals gave me hell for our baby’s nameINSTA-SHAMMum shares reality of half term after becoming sick of ‘instaperfect’ posts
And the mum-of-21 shares a snap of her enormous baby bump as she announces it’s just six weeks until her 22nd arrives.
In other news, we told you how Sue Radford threw an LOL Surprise sleepover party for her daughter.
And Sue is gearing up for the birth of her 22nd child after announcing her induction date is booked.
Pregnant mum-of-21 Sue Radford shares sweet video of her daughter Tillie dancing in a leg brace
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