#purpled would be mantis man.

[boygirlctommy]

ranboo is jersey devil bcus its funny to draw them like that. tubbo is mothman bcus i like mothman :] and tommy is gef mongoose bcus gef is obnoxious

#my post #<3 #purpled would be mantis man. #mantis man was just kinda there and only showed up twice and i think thats fitting #<- said with love #i dont have any other ideas bcus these are the only cryptids i care about #other than bigfoot. love you bigfoot. #WAIT. C!DRM HIDEBEHIND. #yeah #anyways im done now 👍 good night

[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE!? LOVE IT. Hobie and Miguel the lomls I can’t wait to write for them

please answer this poll below —if you don’t I will find you 😡👹🔪—

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tony stark #tony stark x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #fem!reader #soulmates #soulmate au #angst #hurt/comfort #infinity war #romance #poc writer #poc reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #i love you #thewriterg #2023

[lemonsprite]

𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 || 𝐂𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Cal was injured while on his mission through Kashyyyk

Word count: 764

Warnings: Description of injury (it's not that bad tho)

“Easy Cal- easy.” You wince, placing your significantly injured companion against the cold marble of Greez’s shower. 

The shower itself wasn’t big, nothing was on this ship. Everything was supposed to be tiny to help fit as much as they could on the small Mantis. Normally you liked the comforting squeeze, but now you couldn't help but loathe it as you tentatively place a shaking hand over Cal’s wounded stomach, softly applying pressure as your free hand digs around the small bathroom, blindly searching for a medkit. 

Cal laughed weakly before coughing up more blood. “I think you’re more worried about me than I am.” He teased, looking up at you with those sparkling green eyes despite the blood that flowed loosely down his side. 

You frowned at him, not finding his joke funny as your hand finally grasped multiple bacta patches. Setting the healing bandages down right next to you, you get to work taking off Cal’s poncho as quickly and painlessly as possible before pulling off his jacket, the fabric sticky with blood. 

Cal made no motion to stop you as his upper body was left bare. Without his shirt, you could see the full damage of his trip to Kashyyyk. Deep slashes (probably from a Wyyschokk your mind supplied), ran all across the length of his torso, bruises scattered here and there were already turning an angry purple, and most if not all of Cal’s pale freckled skin was covered in thickly caked mud. 

You cringed at the sight, tossing Cal’s dirty clothes somewhere behind you, before standing up. 

“I’m gonna wash you off…” You said hesitantly. “Is that okay?” 

Cal nodded without saying a word, his breaths coming out slow and ragged. 

Wetting one of the clean towels folded neatly on the counter, you returned to Cal’s side, looking nervously up and down his body wondering where to begin. 

The young Jedi in front of you laughed weakly once more, grabbing your hand and bringing it towards him. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes before beginning to wash his wounds, clearing all the gory, aching cuts of mud. 

“What the hell did you get up to out there?” You asked, referring to his mission, your hands still working fervently to clean his torso. 

“There was this big albino Wyyschokk,” He replied, rolling slightly onto his side so you could better tend to his back. “Damn thing got me good and BD ran out of stim canisters, and by the time we got back to the Mantis my wounds had already…” He trailed off, his eyes drooping with fatigue. 

“Hey Cal, stay with me.” You frowned, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes. “Keep talking.” 

Cal smiled softly at you, his eyes warm with fondness. 

“The plants there were beautiful, I would love to take you there sometime.” 

You blushed at Cal’s suggestion, his offer sounding almost like the suggestion of a date. Shaking your head, you dismissed those thoughts, continuing to clean the other's wounds. 

“As much as I’d love to see the scenery of Kashyyyk, I’d rather not be attacked by a man-eating foliage.” You joked. 

Cal chuckled, his laugh morphing into more coughing as you put down your rag, reaching for the bacta patches. Despite his multiple wounds, Cal couldn’t seem to stop smiling at you, practically purring with contentment as you smoothed the bacta patches adhesive side down over the deep lacerations. 

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay as calm as you are right now…” You thought aloud, your hands gently running up and down his torso, making sure the patches were all safely secured. 

Cal sighed, melting into your touch. “I know I’m safe when you’re next to me.” He smiled. 

You blushed at his words, your gazes looking everywhere but at the other. 

“Cal Kestis, are you seriously flirting with me when you are on death's door?” You asked, throwing a glare at him, yet you both know you didn’t truly mean it. 

“And if I am?” He smirked, sitting up further against the wall. The bacta patches were working fast, the color was already returning to Cal’s face. 

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, your brain short-circuiting. 

Cal laughed weakly at your expression, moving his hand to gently place on top of yours which still lay on his bare chest. 

“I meant what I said about taking you to see the scenery.” He smiled. “Except maybe not Kashyyyk’s…” 

You laughed quietly. “I might just have to take you up on that offer.”

#cal kestis #gn reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x gn reader #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor

[crashingconvexity]

finally.. after all this time he is Done

Replayed through the TLOS trilogy and it awoke a deep need to draw dragons in my brain crazy style. anyways the old designs are fun and i love them but i wanted to take my own spin on some! and then it quickly devolved. picking up pieces and putting together an AU for funsies, i wanna give every character a new design, not every one is going to be as in depth as this one, but we'll see! ANYWAYS ENOUGH RAMBLING heres some thought process on his design (and also sparxs)

Spyros first element is fire, so i feel like he would reflect it a lot in his body and colors, i think personally, he goes on to master fire first in honor of Ignitus!! why is he fuzzy? FIRE MOTIFS!! hes SOOO full of these, and eclipse motifs, his eyes also change after the first game, its slight but its there!! Theming the purples dragons off of space too because its sooo tasty

HE HAS BOTH WINGS AS AN ADULT!! they just dont change from the teen version, so i thought it was unnecessary to draw it LOL

I was so excited to FINALLY after like. 10 years ive been able to design an adult form for spyro, but i was mega stumped on it (still am tbh. there will be changes LOL) but who needed a redesign most? SPARX. hes literally just a flying man. horrible but its so funny to look back at him hes SO UGLYYYYY so i had to do something about it. hes mantis/wasp/firefly inspired :)

sorry this is a mess LOL as i go ill clean everything up, just excited to get this blog started! expect more designs, ocs and maybe even comics!! i wanna do more over the new year :-D!! ALSO FEEL FREE TO USE THESE!! just let me know so i can see!!

#spyro #the legend of spyro #spyro the dragon #sparx the dragonfly #redesign #au

[captaincoldzero]

I Can't Go Back to that Market | Peter Quill x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: Sorry for any mistake. English is not my first language.

The ship landed on the target planet. We needed to find a seller for an item, although Peter wasn't planning on buying anything. We talked separately. Rocket and Groot went after more equipment and weapons for Rocket; Gamora and Drax were behind blades, swords, and things nearby while being followed by Mantis, while Peter and I were behind the store which was the goal of the Guardians on that planet.

I shoved my hands in the pockets of my aviator suit as we were getting a few stares for being two humans walking in space, but then being completely ignored.

One day on Earth, a group of alien criminals kidnapped me to sell me as an exotic human slave in space, but the Guardians kind of invaded the place and created a riot, amid the confusion I ran away and entered the Guardians' ship. It was at that moment that they saw the power that I had fought so hard to hide. Now they called me Ghost Pilot and I became Milano's official pilot.

We were hired to get an object from a store on this planet. I wanted to leave that planet full of criminals, space traffickers, and selling various other criminal products.

― Do you already know where we should go? ― I asked Peter as we walked through the streets of the foreign city.

― I think so. ― Peter spoke as they walked through the dangerous streets.

Since joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, he has discovered new planets and aliens that he had never imagined. I was sure the world was much bigger than a human could even imagine.

I approached a table of a man who was selling something that looked like it would be edible to other aliens, but to me, it was just some weird purple goo.

― Want to try one, Y/N? ― The foreigner behind the desk, who looked like a green insect, asked.

― How do you know my name? ― I ask scared.

― It's your name on the jacket, isn't it? ― the foreigner asked, pointing to the jacket I was wearing.

I had forgotten about it. I had on my leather aviator jacket that had my name on it. It reminded me that people on Earth probably thought I was dead.

― True, my bad. ― I said a little embarrassed.

― Want one? ― He asked, bringing a plate of purple goo closer to my face.

― I wouldn't eat it if I were you. ― Peter said looking with the same expression of disgust at the goo.

― I had lunch just now, I'm not hungry, thanks. ― I said, politely declining.

― You're the loser. ― He said as he handed it over to another customer.

Peter pulled me by my elbow to pull me away.

― Don't leave my side. ― Peter spoke as he walked past the criminals of the place.

― Sorry, I'm having fun getting to know other planets. ― I looked at the strange things they found in the scattered tents.

― Focus on our mission. ― Peter spoke while still holding my arm.

― I'm not a child, Peter. I can defend myself. ― I spoke, but there was no communication in my voice, yet I guided my arm from his hand.

― I know that, I just don't want you to get lost. ― Peter spoke worriedly.

Peter and I had been at it for a few days now. Show concern and sometimes even flirt with each other, but act like it's just a joke between friends.

― You're not going to abandon your pilot here. I said with a spontaneous smile.

― Rocket can fly.

I looked offended at Peter causing him to laugh.

― We're not going to abandon the best pilot we've ever had. Peter said putting his hand on my shoulder.

― Don't let Rocket hear you saying that. He will blow you up. ― I said laughing. ― Look how nice it is.

I said walking quickly to a tent with several different weapons. There were several types, including ones that were bigger than me. They were all obviously stolen, but it's not like anyone cared.

― Did any of them catch your eye? ― a blue-skinned foreigner who had a feature with tentacles-like hair, who I guessed was the owner of the shop, asked.

Peter approached, looking with interest at the grenades in the cases.

― Why don't you try this one? ― The foreigner asked to pick up a gun, next with a rifle and handed it to me.

I held tight and aimed for the wall, testing the weight. It was heavy and seemed to be those weapons with strong recoil.

― It's too heavy. ― I said returning the gun.

― And this one ?― He asked, handing over an oddly small pistol.

I held it and aimed, but the gun grip felt small and uncomfortable.

― I don't think so. ― I said returning the gun.

Then I saw two identical pistols in the display case. It was slightly larger than a regular pistol, especially the barrel which was longer than a human pistol. It was made of black metal with a purple light.

― Would you like to try? ― The foreigner asked, obviously wanting to get me to buy something.

I walked over and picked up the two pistols. I pointed to a wall to be able to test. It wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't too light either. The footprint was perfect. I turned to Peter displaying the weapons.

― What do you think? ― I asked Peter as he posed to show off the weapons.

― I think it suits you. ― Peter responded by raising an eyebrow. ― But do you know how to use a gun?

―Don't worry about it, Peter. ― I said carefree.

―Wait, there's more. ― The alien salesman said, taking the two pistols from my hand.

He moves his hand with one of the pistols making the fist lift and fit the other pistol, making it turn into a type of sniper rifle with a scope. The seller handed me the two guns that had now become just one. I aimed, looking through the scope on top of the gun.

― That's impressive. ― I said impressed with the gun. ― But I do not have money.

I said handing over the gun and the salesman seemed to make an expression of disgust with a mixture of anger that I had wasted his time.

― Let me pay. ― Peter said, handing over some crystal pieces to the seller who smiled again and handed me back the sniper rifle.

― Serious? You don't have to. ― I said, but I was already holding the gun tightly so I wouldn't let go.

― And I'll take it out of your pay later. ― Peter said, smiling at me.

― Very funny, Peter. ― I said rolling my eyes.

I let go of the two pistols making them go back to being two separate weapons. I handed the little money I had to the seller to buy the pistol holsters because obviously, he wasn't going to give anything away for free. And we left the ship. I was really happy with my new purchase.

― Thanks. ― I said to Peter as we walked back to the street.

― You pay me back later. ― Peter said laughing, but I knew he would charge me later.

After walking the streets for a while, we entered a shop with various artifacts and antiques. Peter's gaze wandered over the shelves until he finally found what we were looking for. Peter disguised his gaze so as not to show interest in the piece.

― I'm looking for a piece to give to my girlfriend. ― I approached the vendor so I could distract him.

― But of course, we have lots of jewelry that would make any woman's eyes sparkle. ― The alien with orange skin, four black eyes, and six thin arms spoke excitedly about having a new customer.

He took me to a showcase with several pieces of jewelry with different stones.

― Does your girlfriend have ears? These earrings could look beautiful. ― The alien asked, showing sparkling earrings.

― No, she doesn't have ears. ― I said, pretending to methodically analyze each piece there.

Meanwhile, Peter silently approached the golden egg he was going to steal.

― And a necklace? Every lady loves a necklace. ― He said, putting his hands together excitedly.

Peter reached for the golden egg and took it gently. He took it to his pocket, putting the object away.

― Do you wanna know? I don't think there's anything that would suit her. ― I said, pretending to be disappointed. ― Sorry to waste your time.

― You don't understand anything about beauty. ― The attendant said irritably.

Peter and I left the store. We try to walk calmly as if nothing is happening.

― It was easier than I thought. ― Peter spoke proudly.

― Get back here, thieves! ― The store attendant shouted from the store door.

― You had to talk. ― I complained as we started to run.

While running away from the store clerk, we ended up bumping into several people and knocking her into stalls, and breaking products. This drew a lot of attention and made more people chase us.

― Now you're feeling what it's like to be a Guardian of the Galaxy. ― Peter spoke as we ran.

Shots passed by us as they tried to hit us to stop or maybe even kill us. I saw a motorbike parked and I pulled Peter over to it.

― About there. ― I said and Peter went upstairs.

By touching the handlebars of the motorcycle, I let the spirit out of me. My jacket took on a charred appearance as my skin burned and I became a flaming skull.

I possessed the bike causing it to start and start roaring down the street. I heard the motorcycle owner complain but I was already gone. I revved the bike, leaving a trail of fire in my wake but going too fast to follow.

I dodged several people, not counting those who jumped out of the way. Some people were still shooting and others were trying to give chase. We were making a huge mess until we finally reached Milano.

I saw Rocket and Groot loading some weapons into the ship while the others helped them. When Gamora saw the mess that was following us, she drew the attention of the others, causing all but Drax to run into the ship. Drax drew his blades, excited for a fight, when Gamora returned and pulled him into the ship.

I stopped the bike haphazardly in front of the ship as we ran into the ship. Upon arriving in the control room, I sat in the pilot's chair and possessed Milano. The ship began to take off while I began to be possessed by my flaming spirit.

― Speeds up! Speeds up! Speeds up! ― Peter spoke desperately, slapping the bench that accompanied his voice.

― Let's kill them all! ― Drax yelled with his swords in hand, fully excited for a fight.

― What did you do? ― Gamora asked irritably.

― More importantly, did they manage to steal that golden egg? ― Rocket asked from above Gamora.

I accelerated the ship causing it to leave the planet. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Drax who looked disappointed that he couldn't fight.

But just when we thought everything would be calm, the ship's alerts warned that we were being pursued.

― Weapons in position. ― Peter spoke while Rocket and Gamora went to the ship's weapons.

I accelerated Milano while doing maneuvers to help Rocket and Gamora land the shots. Until finally I managed to lose them all.

― I think we made it. ― Gamora spoke, but still with her hand on the gun sights.

I engaged the ship's autopilot and rose from the pilot. Each one started to get distracted with what they liked to do on the ship and I went to Peter who was analyzing the Golden Egg he stole.

I approached looking at the Egg along with him.

― Why does he want this so badly? ― Peter asked, examining the piece carefully. ― Let's stall a little before we hand it over.

Peter spoke and was going to put his hand on my shoulder, but when he realized that I was still in Ghost Pilot form, he stopped for fear of getting burned. Realizing this, I suppressed the spirit within myself, causing me to revert to my human form.

― Sorry I forgot. ― I said when I got back to normal.

― Alright, do not worry. ― Peter smiling at me.

I looked at the egg more closely and noticed that it didn't appear to be massive, I picked it up from the table and it made me more sure of my theory.

― I think there's something inside. ― I said, turning the egg in my hand.

― Here. I think this is where it opens. ― Peter said, taking the egg from my hand.

He found a small knob of sorts on the side and as soon as he turned it, the egg opened like a sliced orange.

― What is that? ― I asked eyeing the glowing red crystal from within.

― I don't know. ― Peter said taking the crystal.

― You don't think he'll notice? ― I asked, smiling as I watched Peter put the crystal in his pocket.

― I'm sure he will. But let's get the money first. ― Peter said closing the Golden Egg again.

― It's just a little space thief. ― I said laughing.

― The way you like it. ― Peter said with a wink.

This time, I felt my face flush a little. He caught me off guard at that point and he knew it. Peter just smiled at me and put the egg back on the table.

— You can stop this nonsense, it's already tiring me. ― Rocket said as he walked by with some equipment he was setting up.

Peter and I looked away with a little embarrassment.

― I was just thinking…― Peter started a little nervously. ― If you don't want to go out some days?

―We're always through space. ― I said laughing.

― But this time it would be for a date. ― Peter said with a smile. ― What do you think?

― I think it sounds pretty good. ― I said with a smile.

#peter quill x male reader #star lord x male reader #starlord x male reader #peter quill x you #starlord x you #star lord x reader #x male reader #marvel #marvel x male reader #x reader #peter quill x reader

[tblsomedoodles]

I'm wondering how the established rivalries and such happened in the Imaginary Friends AU.

Can see the twins getting jealous when Mikey makes friends with Todd; that's their little brother, but, also....this guy is really nice???

And how would the conflict with the Purple Dragons go? It's not like April's gonna be calling Donnie to help with schoolwork.

I think the twins would get pretty jealous of Todd, or at least suspicious of him? Donnie more than Leo simply of how they're introduced to him (the "Repo Mantis" episode is a very Donnie and Mikey centric episode, and it would stay that way for this au. The biggest change being that Mikey keeps accidentally coercing Donnie into doing a lot of the cannon shenanigans b/c Donnie has little to no immunity to little brother puppy dog eyes lol. also that Hueso is freaking out in the background b/c one of his the twins is missing for three days! and the other one keeps just telling him "he's fine" and not explaining!) So Donnie is very adamant that there's something suspicious about Todd, Leo joins him b/c there is no way anyone can be this nice. In reality Donnie just wants an excuse to not like him b/c he was stealing his brotherly bonding time lol.

As for the Purple Dragons, i think that situation would be completely reworked for Donnie. He's still going to end up with a pretty big rivalry with the Purple Dragons, but i think the way he ends up getting that would be closer to if you crossed "Breaking Purple" with "The Purple Jacket".

Let me explain.

by this point, Donnie is only just started building stuff. Sure, he read every single technology based book in the library, and proceeded to continue that research via a borrowed library laptop. but before they ended up with Hueso, he didn't dare try much more than maybe dissemble something at the junk yard. Once he's comfortable at Hueso's, he starts taking things apart for the express purpose of seeing if he can put them back together. (sometimes he can, sometimes Hueso has to call a repair man and Donnie can watch them put it back together. it's a win-win in his book.) But beyond that and occasionally tinkering with the Jupiter Jim moon buggy they stole, he hasn't started buildign anything of his own yet.

Then one night, he's out on his own, (not exactly sure why yet, i'll get back to u) and he sees this group of kids at a playground building drones.

Donnie is absolutely fascinated.

He's never seen anyone build tech stuff before, not outside the repair dude and things on youtube. And they're people his own age! Building stuff!! and that stuff is purple!!! So he hides nearby and watches them work for a while, coming back several days in a row just to watch the progress. He's not entirely sure why the drones keep coming back broken, but he loves watching them get repaired.

After watching them for a while, he decides he wants to try to befriend them. Hueso keeps telling them both that they should try to make more friends, why can't these people be them?

So Donnie comes up with a plan.

He decides if he makes his own drone, one that's just as cool (if not cooler) than theirs, they would see he's cool and good with tech too and would want to befriend him as well.

Thus Shelldon is created.

for this AU, Shelldon is purely a drone, created via tech, and a hint of mystics (it was only incorporated so Donnie could communicate mentally with him, but it accidentally made the little dude sentient lol. Yes, Hueso is loosing his damn mind over this.)

So Donnie shows up to the Purple Dragons, visible for the first time, with a little Turtle shaped sentient Drone that he's holding to his chest.

(Purple Dragons think he's weird/creepy b/c he's just standing there letting his drone do all the talking for him.)

They let Donnie stay around, even give him a jacket and pretend to be his friend b/c they want to win that drone race and Shelldon is probably their best bet. But they can see how attached Donnie is to this Drone (if he's not showing Shelldon off, he has him held to his chest) so they know they can't just say "Hey, lets' race your drone in a really dangerous race that wrecks every drone that goes through it." They tried to steal it, but the tracker they put in the jacket keeps "malfunctioning" and leading them to a brick wall and not a home.

Eventually they decide to just ask him to 'borrow' Shelldon for the day. (Donnie only agrees b/c Shelldon himself said he was cool with it. "it's like a sleepover, dude. It will be cool.")

But Donnie's still very worried, so he follows them without beign noticed. (Shelldon might know he's there, but he's not snitching).

Donnie realizes what type of race this is after it starts, and tries to confront them/get Shelldon out of there but the Purple Dragons keep him from interfering.

At least they do until Shelldon gets hurt during the race (just a propeller gets broken and he ends up kinda spiraling to the ground, not getting any further injuries. easy to repair.)

And, well, lets put it this way. He is a very pissed off technokenetic (?) surrounded by a lot of high-grade drones. Shit is going down. (Yes, Donnie can be a little badass, as a treat : ) )

It is quite possible that Leo picked him and Shelldon up from this upon noticing his twin's fury, but yeah. This is how the Purple Dragons got on Donnie's shit list, and, as a bonus, how Shelldon came to be! (at least as far as i know rn.)

Thank yoU!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #mikey's imaginary friends

[yellowgreendinno]

Clover High

The young boy stared at the wide doors of the huge building that was the most prestigious high school in the country. With it being in a reformed ancient Royal Castle, it had tall, wooden doors, carefully taken care of gardens and an amazingly magical feeling to it. The high school founder's statue stood tall and proud in the front yard, right in the middle of a fountain surrounded by beautifully trimmed bushes and trees in front of the institution's giant doors.

Asta Hage had tried his best to enter the expensive, prestigious, institution that was Clover High. Luckily for him, the way to be accepted into the school was by an interview. An interview where the only valued trait was an eccentric personality. Asta's grey blonde hair swayed in the wind; his green eyes stared at the Castle in awe, ready to enter it, and like that, enter this new part of his life.

The teen had read a lot about the place after he received his acceptance letter, and had found out the most curious things.

The Clover High Castle (also known as the LSET or Lumiere's School for Exepcional Teens) was divided into nine different Wings that the students were sorted according to notes taken by the headmaster in the interview.

The most prestigious one, the Golden Dawn was located in the Castle's newly founded central dome, the Dome of Revenge, although not the highest spot in all the castle. That place was reserved for the Silver Eagles, in one of the West Wings was located the Silva Tower, founded by Orel Silva.

In the Southwestern Wing of the castle were the two polar opposites: the Lion's Den, the Crimson Lion Kings' territory, a Wing that mostly constituted men and was founded by Shīzi Vermillion; and the Blue Roses right under them in the Rose Hortus, a newly created House formed only by young women, founded by Charlotte Roselei.

It was an understatement to say that the Lion Kings were royally pissed with the Roses; their wing was also part of their territory before.

The Azure Deer's Wodi Forest, previously known as the Grey Deer, founded by Ada Borealis, was located in the Southern Wing. The current Headmaster, Julius Novachrono, was their previous Wing Chief.

The Purple Orcas also had an importantly big Wing of the castle; the Northern Wing, also known as the Cave of the Killer Whale. Founded by Koholā Wai, they apparently were a huge group of strategic students.

The smallest Wing apparently was the Southeastern one, the one the Green Mantis' called home. Or the Floresta de Flacas. Asta had read that their Wing Chief and founder, Jack the Ripper, was obsessed with knives and cuts, hence his nickname, and the Wing's name.

Aígli Siatas was the late founder of the Coral Peacock's Eastern Wing, also known as the Ypnodomátio. They were referred to as "the Glam Witches", as their Chief was constantly in her own world, repeating the word "Glamour" in a disturbing tone.

Finally, the Black Bulls. They were the ones that attracted Asta's attention the most. They were located in the most Western Wing of the glamorous Castle, what had probably been an old, but big, stable. The Founder and Wing Chief, Yami Sukehiro, was a mysterious man who arose many questions from many, and had called his Wing the "Osuushi no kakurega".

Asta made out which Wing was which thanks to the colours the walls were painted in and the flags hanging out from some windows. As more people started to arrive, the boy snapped out of his haze, and stepped foot for the first time into the place that would determine who he would be in this life.

#black clover #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #gueldre poizot #black clover kaiser #rill boismortier #asta black clover #julius novachrono #black clover jack the ripper #dorothy unsworth #william vangance #mereoleona vermillion #black clover highschool AU

[super-hero-confessions]

If you hate the High Evolutionary, you're not racist. Those who don't hate him are, because they would if he were white. To me, someone who treats POC differently, whether it's in a positive or negative way, is a racist. I don't think it's racist just when it's in a negative way. If it's done in a "positive" way (for example, if you think a black person is "surprisingly eloquent") that is also racist, you probably mean well and you probably think you're doing something good but it's still racist, because you're still treating a black person differently. I hate this kind of division. People of all races ALL have the same value, because none of us asked to be born our race. We need to stick together. I do think society nowadays is completely polarized and people are unable to look at things without the lenses of politics. I don't know when we started questioning whether it is okay to hate this villain or not (hint: it is okay) but technically he's not even a black man because he is an alien.

Think of him like you think of Thanos, Nebula, Loki, Yondu, Vision, Drax, Mantis, Gamora, Groot and Rocket, etc. No, I'm not saying non-human characters are POC-coded. They're not, especially not those played by white actors. I'm saying that they may be played by actors of a specific race, but in-universe, they aren't an actual representation of those actors, because they play a different species. Do you think of Rocket as a white man? No, he's a raccoon. Vision and Loki are played by white dudes but in-universe, they're purple and blue respectively, despite the fact that they may appear white (Loki more often than Vision). Gamora is not an Afrolatina, she's green. Thanos is not white, he's purple. Nebula and Yondu aren't white, they're blue. Adam Warlock isn't white, he's golden, etc. You're not "hating a black man" for hating the High Evolutionary, and even if he was a black man, you're still not racist, because you hate his actions, not his skin.

Really unfortunate how utterly obsessed with race everyone is nowadays, whether it be for the wrong or the right reasons, with good or bad intentions. We need to start seeing past that, and treat everyone with respect. All these problems wouldn't exist if we were all skeletons. So take off your political lenses, and put on your spooky lenses.

#confession #rant #the high evolutionary

[sillyandquest]

It's wild how many characters there are in the Mutant Mashup au. Here's a list, plus some extra thoughts.

Rottmnt:

Splinter (Lou Hamato)

Raphael "Red" Hamato

Donatello "Purple" Hamato

Leonardo "Blue" Hamato

Michaelangelo "Orange" Hamato

April O'Neil

Carol O'Neil

Cassandra Jones

Casey Jones Junior

"Gram Gram" Karai

Sunita

Piebald

Hueso

Todd Capybara

Baron Draxum

Warren & Hypnopotamus

Meat Sweats

Repo Mantis

Sando Brothers

Ghost Bear

Baxter Stockboy

Ms. Cuddles

Foot lieutenants

Kendra

Jeremy

Jason

Big Mama

BM's Assistant (Frida)

Heinous Green

Loathsome Leonard

Dastardly Danny

Malicious Mickey

2012:

Splinter (Yoshi Hamato)

Leonardo "DaVinci" Hamato

Raphael "Sanzio" Hamato

Donatello "Niccolo" Hamato

Michaelangelo "Simoni" Hamato

April "May" O'Neil

Kirby O'Neil

Casey Jones

Karai (Miwa)

Tang Shen

Bishop

Mr. Murakami

Oroku Saki (Shredder)

Bebop & Rocksteady

Tiger Claw (Takeshi)

Fish Legs (Xever)

Rahzar (Chris Bradford)

Baxter Stockman

Alopex

Mona Lisa (Y'gythba)

Leatherhead

Slash (Spike)

Pigeon Pete (Nobody likes/talks about him)

Professor Rockwell

Mondo Gecko

Muckman (Garson Grunge)

Timothy

I told you. It's pretty crazy. Anyway, these are almost every character that has ever interacted with the turtles whether significantly or not. Now that I'm looking at the list, I'm really blown away by how different these interactions are. It's awesome! Seriously, it looks like the the only things that stayed the same was the turtles, Splinter, April, Casey, Shredder, and Karai. The Kraang too but I'll talk about that in a second.

In the Au, Stockman might've gone to the store Stockboy works at and chatted about machines and whatnot. Tang Shen and Gram Gram Karai would also have gotten along pretty well I think (they share the same voice actor too so that's a nice touch). I don't think Draxum would've worked together with Shredder. Saki tends to boss others around and Draxum's pride wouldn't have liked that. It's possible that Shredder tricked Draxum into wearing the armor, but the chance of finally gaining the power necessary to achieve his goal would've been too good to pass up. Saki isn't above using enhancers as a last resort. He would've worn the Dark Armor on his own and become the 'Super' Shredder. One last thing to note is that technically speaking and looking back at Rise canon, the Hamato clan originally was a part of the foot clan. It's weird right?? The split happened when the leader of the Foot clan at the time wore the Dark Armor and went on a rampage. He had done so with the best of intentions but he couldn't control the armor's need to destroy. The man (who happens to also be called Oroku Saki, might name change in this au) had a daughter whose name was Karai. She would go on to create the Hamato clan and seal away the Shredder and herself. That's what happens in this Au at least and aligns closely with canon for the most part. 2012 didn't have much lore when it comes to the Hamato clan, aside from what happened to Tang Shen, so that's why I chose Rise canon as a building point.

Now the Krang is in a weird spot. In canon the 2012 Kraang are brainwashed by Kraang Prime with only a few that managed to break free of his control, calling themselves Utrom. Rise canon sees something similar to this in that the Krang are invaders that can take control of both machines and organic beings. Rise fans also know that Krang are actually the reason for Yokai in the first place through the Empyrean they brought and that they created the Dark Armor. In terms of the Au, the 2012 Kraang only want to free Krang Prime which is Rise Krang. (Brother and Sister Krang are also there but we don't see a lot of love for them so.) There were a few 2012 Kraang that decided to rebel and called themselves the Utrom. The creation of Yokai through the Empyrean and the banishment of Krang Prime and his siblings happened long ago, just like Rise canon.

No one really knows who sealed them away, time had eroded the knowledge away to the point of meaninglessness. There are definitely several legends about it that try to explain what exactly happened but it's never explained. Maybe it was the Utrom trying to atone for the sins of their past, or maybe, just maybe, it was a group of great warriors?

#rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #mutant mashup au #tmnt #everybody loves a small comic reference right? #edit: bm's assistant could've been named after Frida Kahlo

[humansbgone]

A Humans-B-Gone Dream

Last night I dreamed I was… somewhere in Formicosa. At least I think I was. I know it was purple, and there were macrovolutes there, though at this point I don’t remember what kinds. They might not even have been real insects or arachnids, maybe just mishmashes of random bug parts that my subconscious put together like Frankenstein’s monster. I think one of them might have been bright red.

I’m not sure if any of them saw me- I was up high on top of something, probably a plant. The scenery reminded me of a 3D platformer game, maybe sort of like the Kelp Forest from SpongeBob: Battle For Bikini Bottom: Rehydrated, but without the water. Or… maybe it was like Sub-Con from A Hat in Time? Or maybe the Forbidden Woods from Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. Regardless, it felt like I was in a 3D platformer game, and I was afraid to come down from my perch because I didn’t want to “aggro” anyone. (Also, I must note that I had no PPE on here, just my pajamas.)

I don’t remember when or how the scene changed, but I went on Tumblr and saw that you’d posted another spider character who’d appear in the next episode of Humans-B-Gone. He was roughly the same shape as Rose, only brown, except for his four front legs which were orange or beige, had no joints, and wiggled like tentacles. And unlike Rose, who’s afraid of humans, this spider ATE humans! And yes, I’m pretty sure other macrovolutes thought he was weird for it.

I think the scene went back to on top of the plant, and I was nervous that Mr. Man-Eating Tentacle Spider would find me, but then the scene changed to the inside of a shed or log cabin of sorts, that had beds inside, but no windows or doors. Some guy in front of me told me that I and the other people in there with us (human people, that is) weren’t allowed to leave, because I’m guessing he thought it wasn’t safe outside. Then a door, or rather a door-shaped hole, appeared behind him to his left while he was talking, and I snuck outside. Outside the shed it was grassy, with some more giant kelp-like plants scattered around, and I found a glass wall that I could climb up the plants to reach the top of.

Over the glass wall was an eye on a blue stalk that I climbed up the plants to get a better look at. It didn’t look like an insect or arachnid’s eye, just a googly eye. When it looked back at me, I heard Sophodra’s voice say “This is the kind of interaction I love to see!” I don’t remember what else she said, and I didn’t see her, but I was a little nervous that she might come back from wherever she’d wandered off to and stare at me with those big creepy mantis eyes.

Oh, wait, I just remembered, she did. She wasn’t quite as big as she was supposed to be, though. I reached over the glass to touch her face and my finger left a trail of grease on it, which she was not happy about, so she scolded me and left.

As you can see, my subconscious got a lot of things about HBG wrong. Sophodra even called me a gub, which she doesn’t do because she doesn’t like that term. Maybe my subconscious just isn’t used to making me dream about bugs that aren’t hostile.

(submitted by @soft-cookie-aka-aquadrop--hope it’s okay to post!)

Love that people are having dreams about HBG! Very fun details in this. Imagining the tentacle spider being someone Rose would be very awkward to be in the same room with.

Anyway, Sophodra just gets excited when she sees humans interacting with the blue googly eye beast and forgets her manners and also vocabulary

#soft-cookie-aka-aquadrop #dream #submission

[phantom-z0ne]

Throughout Infinity - Chapter 4

WC: 1912

CW: Violence

Immortal Alliance Conference Part 2

Only two days into the competition and Shen Jiu was sorely regretting rejecting Yue Qi’s offer to join his team. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.

He quickly dodged a slash from the left, ducking behind a tree for cover as the beast began to look for him, wanting to devour him. 

He promptly struck while its back was turned, severing its leg. It roared in pain, searching for where its prey was hiding, its speed greatly reduced due to the lack of a limb. Shen Jiu struck twice more, though only one hitting a vital area. Purple blood strained his sword, the origin screaming in anger and pain.

Shen Jiu cursed his luck, of all the beasts to run into and it had to be an Iron-Skulled Mantis. It gained its name from its unusually hard skull. Usually, insect demonic beasts are easy to defeat, a quick strike to its soft head and the battle is finished or hiding until it wanders off. However, this one was already enraged since he inflicted wounds onto it. It wouldn't be forgetting him anytime soon.

Shen Jiu swore, the beast already atop him, readying his sword to strike when the beast's head exploded, splashing him with its fluids. He grimaced, wondering how long he had to wash it off before another beast came due to the scent. He was lucky he shielded his face with his battle fan and it only landed on his outer robes, he couldn't imagine how disgusting it would feel on bare skin. He discarded his dirty fan, throwing it into his storage bag before quickly scanning his surroundings for threats.

He looked around warily, whoever or whatever saved him must still be around. He was right as a person emerged from the bushes, brushing off leaves and other foliage from their robes, their sword still in hand. 

Shen Jiu stared at the person warily while remembering his strange encounter two days ago, wondering why the stranger appeared in front of him again. The gorge was large enough that hundreds of people could not bump into each other again if they tried, let alone two people who didn't know each other before their first encounter two days ago. It's as if they met due to fate. He quickly shook that thought out of his head, he couldn't be thinking ridiculous things at the moment. 

After a couple seconds of staring at each other, the young man rested his hands on his cocked hips and spoke, “What, no thank you to your savior?” 

Shen Jiu’s eye twitched, irritated after not even a minute into the conversation. 

“Why do you gain from helping me?” Shen Jiu asked, suspicious of the stranger’s timing. He was battling the beast for some time, so for the stranger to save him at such a critical moment? It was suspicious. How long had he been observing him, waiting for the time to strike? 

He quickly glanced at the stranger's wrist, only a couple of golden beads hung on the band, before looking at his own discreetly. He had quite a few more than the stranger. Was it possible that he was tailing him to steal his beads? Then why would he save him? To lower his guard and steal them while he was unaware? No, he appeared to have the strength to get his own beads, Shen Jiu thought as he caught a glimpse of the corpse from the edge of his view.

His thoughts were cut off as the stranger spoke flippantly, waving his hand around as if to swat a fly, “I was walking around until I saw the beast. You were just in the way.”

Shen Jiu’s temple twitched as he fought to keep his expression civil, grinding his teeth at the comment. His sword, however, stayed in his hand. This could still be a ruse to distract him before striking and stealing his hard-earned beads. 

“I see. You can carry on your way.” Shen Jiu replied evenly, wanting to get rid of him and the danger he posed. Plus, he would like to change out of his ruined robes in peace. 

“Whaaat?” The stranger’s voice pitched annoyingly high, “You want me gone so soon?”

“Do you not have other beasts to hunt?” Shen Jiu raised his eyebrow, looking pointedly at the band on the stranger's wrist. “Not to mention we do not know each other. Why would I wish for you to stay?”

“Qi Tiaojian.”

Shen Jiu’s eyes snapped back towards the man’s face, or the approximate area of his weimao, “What?” He let out, started by the admission.

“Qi Tiaojian, my name." He tilted his head, the gesture feeling mocking.

“I know it was your name. Why are you telling me?” Shen Jiu responded, feeling irritated at the slight. 

“You said we don't know each other,” Qi Tiaojian stated guilelessly, “Aren't you going to tell me your name?”

Shen Jiu rolled his eyes, reflexively running his hands over his robes before he paused, remembering the blood on them and dirtying his hands. He scowled, looking at the reason for his ruined robes. 

Qi Tiaojian stared back innocently.

“I don't have time for this.” Shen Jiu sighed. He turned around, walking away, his guard still up in case he was attacked from behind. “Go find some beasts to fight.”

As he marched across the forest, he heard footsteps behind him. He was being followed, he thought annoyed. Deciding to ignore the veiled stranger, he continued, tense and awaiting an attack. Minutes passed as the footsteps continued before Shen Jiu finally gave in and whirled around, coming face to face with Qi Tiaojian.

“Why are you following me?” Shen Jiu spat, irritated, his eyes narrowing. He palmed his sword, reading himself for a fight. It didn't make sense, he thought. He had all this time to attack while my back was turned, yet he didn't. What does he want?

Obnoxious laughter flowed out from under the weimao, “I'm tagging along, no?”

“No. Go away.” He responded coldly. The only thing he knows about this person is his name. Not to mention his suspicious behavior. He can't help but feel that he's heard that annoying laugh somewhere. Had they met before? Is that why Qi Tiaojian is pestering him?

“No way.” A smile present in his voice.

Exasperated, Shen Jiu turned around and stomped off, eager to get away from the annoyance named Qi Tiaojian. Qi Tiaojian following at a leisurely pace. 

Stewing in his thoughts and adamantly ignoring the person following him, Shen Jiu almost didn't react in time to dodge a claw aiming for his head. Dodging to the side, he drew his previously sheathed sword, feeling Qi Tiaojian getting in a battle position behind him.

“A Thousand-Eyed Moon Spider?!” Shen Jiu cried out, surprised at the rare beast's sudden appearance. 

“They aren't supposed to be in this area.” Qi Tiaojian responded quietly, subtly stepping forward next to Shen Jiu, careful not to set off the beast.

He was right, Thousand-Eyed Moon Spiders were rarely found in forests, preferring dry, stoney cliffs and caves. They were mainly ambush predators, though they weren't shy about a frontal attack. They were difficult to fight due to their highly corrosive acid attacks which earned them their name. Said acid was a thin milky, far-reaching liquid, many describing it as a moonbeam. Hence, the name.

The beast struck first, aiming for Shen Jiu. He sidestepped the strike, returning a blow and neatly cut off the appendage. It shrieked, enraged at the loss of a limb and pain. Doubling its efforts, it didn't notice Qi Tiaojian sneaking behind it until it felt another burst of pain in its legs. Turning around, it let out its signature attack, a spray of acid coating the place Qi Tioajian stood just seconds before. 

Shen Jiu took this opportunity to slice as many of the eyes it had as he could, angering it even further. With the beast continuing to alter between the attacks of the two young men, it was helpless to stop the many wounds it was receiving, barely able to strike in between the onslaught of attacks.

They fought in a surprising harmony, as if instinctively knowing what moves the other would do. Weaving between the beast, they struck swiftly, the amount of wounds it received grew. Shen Jiu leapt towards the beast, delivering the final blow, cleanly cutting its thick head off. 

The corpse fell to the ground with a thud, the area silent except for the heavy breaths the young men let out. They stared at each other, surprised at how well they worked together. 

Qi Tiaojian let out a breathy laugh, breaking the silence. “So?”

“So?” Shen Jiu lifted an eyebrow, wondering what he was talking about.

“I was good, wasn't I?” Confidence filled his tone. His disheveled robes waved around with his movements.

Shen Jiu pursed his lips together, blaming adrenaline on the grin trying to spread across his face. Quickly smoothing over his expression, he responded. “I suppose you were an… adequate teammate.”

“Just adequate?” The smirk audible. 

Shen Jiu huffed and picked at his dirty robes. Deciding to ignore that comment, he continued, “We’ll have to find a place to dispose of these robes, it's likely what led the beast to us. Have you seen any sources of water around?”

“There should be a river ahead.” He gestured forward, teasingly adding, “After you.”

Rolling his eyes, Shen Jiu strolled forwards, walking at a brisk pace, wanting to change quickly out of his soiled robes. Glancing at the sky, he found he had a few hours before he had to set up camp. They set a quick pace, traversing the forest before arriving at a clearing, a waterfall off to the side. 

Ordering Qi Tiaojian to set up camp, which he eventually did with some bickering, Shen Jiu stood before the pool of water. Pulling out an obscuring talisman, he set about putting defenses around the pool to avoid being attacked while he was unaware before stripping and climbing into the water. As he washed, he considered his newest team member. They worked together surprisingly well for their first battle. The tacit understanding they had, though, baffled him. For their second meeting, they were in worryingly sync. It was concerning, if not intriguing. 

He slapped his cheeks twice, deciding to see how this companionship would pan out over the next few days. He wouldn't have much to lose if they decided to go their separate ways, anyways.

Thoroughly washing himself and making sure the bloody scent was no longer there, he redressed. Grabbing the discarded clothes, he set fire to them, watching them burn to ash. This way, no other beast would come after the scent of blood. He rejoined the camp after dismantling the defenses he set up. 

The sky slowly darkened, dusk making its way across the horizon. A fire was lit as they began to chat, though it was mostly bickering. Their banter almost familiar, vague impressions gathered at the tip of Shen Jiu’s mind before being swept away. A fuzzy feeling settled in his gut, the uncertainty and warmth making him feel lopsided and disoriented. He wasn't sure if he liked the feeling.

They talked over the plans for the rest of the competition till sunset before deciding to set up vigil over the campsite. You never knew if a beast would attack at night after all.

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I had a bit of a hard time deciding what Gojo's new name would be since I can't just put his Japanese name in an ancient Chinese setting. Then I found this, which a redditor kindly posted the meaning of Gojo's name.

Satoru Gojo(悟五条): 「悟」 - perceive/understand/become enlightened,「五条」- term/requirement/condition Qi Tiaojian(啟條件): 「啟」- enlighten/awaken,「條件」- term/requirement/condition

I tried to make the meaning as close as possible, but note that I dont know any Chinese or Japanese so if Im wrong or misunderstand something, please correct me (´｡• ◡ •｡`)

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Masterpost | Ao3

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

#svsss #jjk #fanfic #geto suguru #cang qiong mountain sect #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #throughout infinity #posted on ao3 #fan language #reincarnation #gojo satoru #slow burn #worldbuilding #long fic #immortal alliance conference #wip: the one where Geto gets reincarnated

[carmypen]

It’s been bothering me forever, but I knew Dr. Maki’s weird apocalypse painting had some meaningful imagery in it, and I finally managed to grab a good screen shot.

Some things to note:

1) The two purple dinosaurs on the right side of the painting. Pretty obvious foreshadowing for the last few arcs of the show.

2) The red bird in the top left. Again, pretty obvious imagery associated with Ankh/Lost Ankh. It’s notable that the only parts of the bird we see are one wing and one foot (hand), so regular Ankh.

3) The insects on the right side. This is harder to figure out. At first I thought locust for the end of the world imagery. But there are different types of bugs. I then thought Uva, since he ultimately becomes the container for the medals, but the bugs in the painting aren’t his Stag Beetle/Praying Mantis/Grasshopper combo.

Then I realized the bugs look similar to those in the MuKaChiri combo (centipede/wasps/ants). MuKaChiri is used in the Memory of Heroez game, but it’s also used by Goda in the 10th anniversary movie. I doubt either of those would have been foreshadowed while OOO was still airing, but it could have been meant to represent a possible scrapped storyline. We won’t really ever know.

4) The man in the center. The cherubs and people around him look like they’re trying to give him cell medals. That and his proximity to the red bird make me think that’s supposed to be Eiji.

#kamen rider ooo #the great ooo 10 year rewatch

[kingfarce]

The (hopefully intended) viewing order of...

So recently, in preparation for the upcoming movie, and because it’s on Netflix, I decided to watch Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

However, as I watched it, I noticed that one aspect of the viewing experience still hasn’t been fixed: It’s out of order.

This might not be a deal breaker for a lot of people, but it irks me since I feel like there’s a lot of careful effort to make sure much of the timeline and rules of the setting make sense in the show.

At first I checked Wikipedia, which seemed to indicate it was in proper airing order, but then decided to check TMNTpedia, which had entirely different production codes.

While Wikipedia does cite a source for it, I’m not totally certain I trust it (due to it being a fairly obscure TV schedule site), and I think the order on TMNTpedia itself makes more sense, though it still has some issues I think.

So I’m gonna give my own proposed watch order for at least Season 1 (Season 2 aired mostly in order, likely because Nickelodeon already decided to cancel it). It’ll largely be the same as TMNTpedia’s Production Order, though some will be moved around.

Mystic Mayhem

Origami Tsunami

Newsworthy

War and Pizza

Donnie’s Gifts

Minotaur Maze

Down with the Sickness

Repo Mantis

Hypno!: Part Deux

The Fast and the Furriest

Mascot Melee

Bug Busters

Shell in a Cell

The Longest Fight

The Gumbus

Ms. Cuddles

Al Be Back

Stuck on You

The Purple Jacket

Pizza Pit

Smart Lair

Hot Soup: The Game

The Evil League of Mutants

Late Fee

Bullhop

Nothing But Truffle

Turtle-Dega Nights: The Ballad of Rat Man

Shadow of Evil

Mind Meld

Portal Jacked

Warren & Hypno, Sitting in a Tree

Sparring Partner

Mystic Library

Operation: Normal

How To Make Enemies and Bend People To Your Will

You Got Served

The Purple Game

Man Vs. Sewer

The Ancient Art of Ninja Hide and Seek

The Mutant Menace

One Man’s Junk

Snow Day

Cloak and Swaggart

Jupiter Jim Ahoy

Insane in the Mama Train

End Game

As I mentioned, I mainly adhered to the production order shown on TMNTpedia (I don’t expect I did it perfectly), but changed the order of some episodes since some of their placements made no sense to me:

Origami Tsunami has been placed as episode 2 due to that episode introducing Lou Jitsu and the Foot Clan, and also establishes the Turtles deciding to be heroes. (Thanks, @magicalspacedragon!)

Repo Mantis and Hypno!: Part Deux actually take place concurrently, hence why the two are close together here.

The Fast and the Furriest is before Mascot Melee due to the former introducing the Turtle Tank; in airing and supposedly production order, this resulted in an episode featuring the Turtle Tank before its formal introduction.

On the note of The Fast and the Furriest, for some reason Nickelodeon chose to air this episode before Minotaur Maze, the episode that introduces Senor Hueso and the pizzeria he works in, Run of the Mill Pizza.

I put The Gumbus before Al Be Back, since Baxter has an extended cameo in the latter episode. It isn’t very noticeable anyway, but for consistency and character introduction’s sake, I put it before.

Episodes not mentioned on this list (which again only covers Season 1) are Flushed But Not Forgotten and Sewer Games, which had the dubious honor of being aired before Season 1 finished; both episodes are from Season 2 (as evidenced by changes to the opening, most prominently Shredder replacing Draxum), but were aired as a Halloween Special in the show's second year. Netflix will likely correctly mark this as a Season 2 episode if it ever gets Season 2, as it was not included in Season 1's release on the platform.

I haven’t tried this order out for myself (I kinda gave up on the idea of watching it in any sort of chronological order around the time me and my sister reached Shadow of Evil on Netflix, and it would take a lot of time). I hope that the order shown here works, but it might need further nudging.

Here’s hoping the upcoming movie is good!

#Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rise of the TMNT #ROTTMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #TMNTpedia

[fantasticalbiology]

Here is the Wah trio's pokemon team

Wapeach

Iron Valiant- Wapeach was created by Camelot, Camelot is associated with King Arthur and he is known for his knights, a knightly pokemon is Gallade. Wapeach is a character that only exist in the drafts of one man, only brought to life by the internent so she's in a state of existence and non existence kind of like a Paradox and Iron Valiant is a paradox that is associated with Gallade a knightly pokemon

Delcatty- The only other purple cat pokemon is Liepard but Delcatty feels like it fits better

Axew/Haxorus- Based on Wapeach's axe and the fact she is depicted by artist as either a small gremlin or adult gremlin

Muk- Given that she is Peach's rival, I feel like she'd try to compete with her in the field of cooking but sucks

Shroomish/Breloom- personal head cannon, she is or at least was the ruler of the goombas before giving that power to Bowser's father king Rex Koopa

Granbull- In some fan art she is depicted with a chain chomp and Granbull looks likes an imposing pokemon

Waluigi

Carnivine- At some point Waluigi was associated with piranha plants

Excadrill- Its the closest I could think of for Waluigi's signature vehicle in Mario Kart ds the gold Mantis

Roserade- Waluigi signature flower

Gallade- The same reason as Wapeach's Iron Valiant based on Camelot

Electrode- His volitile nature and tennis abilites

Metagross- In smash bros Waluigi is able to bury people so I gave him the pokemon that can also do that

Wario

Revavroom- Obviously based on his car

Miraidon- I normally don't give people legendaries because I'm not a chump but I feel like Wario wouldn't settle for A cylizar for a motorcycle

Conkeldurr- Its a strong pokemon with a goofy look basically how you would describe Wario

Gholdengo- As a treasure hunter Wario would totally go after gimmighouls to get a Gholdengo

Ditto- this is a stretch but its based on Wario reactionary abilities and master of disguise power ups

#wapeach #wario land #wario #super mario bros #waluigi #pokemon

[biographydivider]

A Very Silly ROTTMNT fic...

Uploaded for @acewithapaintbrush​  to lend strength to her arm at work today. Basically the context is that she sent me an ask about Donnie having a cat - only for me to find THIS FRAME after the fact;

THERE SHE IS!! So, naturally, she gets a story. I will write something plot-based with these bois, just getting used to their voices for now. Plus, character-based silliness is my brand.

“Donnie! Give us a status report!”

“This is ‘Man in The Chair,’ did I hear some chatter over the comms? Over.’

Raph growled in frustration, slamming his knuckles against the appropriately-punchable button on his chair’s armrest; the one that opened up communication with the lair. “‘Man in The Chair,’” he said, through gritted teeth, “this is…ugh, this is ‘RedHotWheels’. Do we have a status report on –”

“On the whereabouts of Repo Mantis and the repo’d Mystic Gemstones? Sure, suresure, let me just get that for you…and please remember to say ‘over’, ‘RedHotWheels’, it does so help with smooth communication. Over.”

“I hate you. Over.”

“I’m aware. Over.”

The ‘Man in The Chair’ protocol was a new idea of Donnie’s; he wondered whether having his entire tech arsenal at his disposal, rather than ‘just’ what he could fit in the Turtle Tank, would be more helpful than him being along for the ride.

“H’okay,” Donnie continued; ”So, based on the tracker I stashed away in the batch of Mystic Gemstones when it was being dropped off at the docks, and the fact that the city limits explosive device – Shopping Cart Protocol 2.0 – hasn’t been triggered yet, I can use the XYZD axies to calculate that Repo’s co-ordinates are….pffffbbt.”

Raph raised an eyebrow ridge as his brothers turned in their seats quizzically. “‘Pffffbbt?”

“Sorry; sorry. Error in transmission. What I meant to say was….ppffffffffft, pfft pfft pfftbbfffftt. Pleh.”

Raph suppressed a groan as he hit the breaks on the Turtle Tank. Any air of professionalism or dedication to the mission was suddenly gone; Mikey was giggling into his hands, and Leo was clambering out of his seat into his brother’s lap, hammering on the comms button, grinning like an idiot. Definitely not safe to drive.

“Donnie?” Leo asked. “Donnie, are you having a stroke? Donnie, speak to us!”

“I’m fine! Do you want the – stop it – do you want the status report or not? Pft. Over.”

“Oh, Raphael,” Leo said, twisting so he was lying across Raph’s knees, smirking up at him, “I think our dear brother is being attacked by some sort of malevolent force.” His voice trembled with swallowed laughter. “I think we need to turn on – snrk – we need to turn on the visuals, just to make sure he’s okay…”

“It’s not nice to embarrass your brother, Leo.”

“Oh, but it is such fun.”

“…yeah, yeah it is, isn’t it?” Raph grinned, turning on the hologram screen. A square of purple light shimmered into being just beside his elbow. “Donnie, you okay back…there?”

Donnie hadn’t noticed the hologram connection being turned on.  Because he was wrestling with a huge, fluffy, white cat as it perched on his shoulder. Mikey gasped with delight from his seat.

“Dr. FoofyMittens!”

‘Dr. FoofyMittens’ was a recent addition to the lair. Donnie had watched a marathon of Suave McQuiston movies last weekend with April and had become convinced that he needed a cat for the workshop; just like the villain, Professor Nef Arious had. So, one night, after a mission, he’d just…nabbed one off the street. Dad didn’t know yet. The boys had a feeling he wouldn’t approve. Eventually, she’d probably go live with April and Sunita. But, for now, the Mad Dogs had a mascot. 

Donnie wanted to call her something dramatic, like Glacier or Vehemence or Donatello Junior. Mikey wanted to call her FoofyMittens. After an hour of begging, Donnie had relented, as long as she had a title to ‘make her more respectable.’

“C’mon, stop it,” Donnie was whispering, back straight and stiff with awkward nerves, as the cat butted her head against his cheek. “I’m trying to work, here.”

Dr. FoofyMittens was unrelenting.  The boys watched as she rubbed her cheek, then her chest, then her entire side against Donnie’s face; her eyes closed in bliss, leaving a trail of pale white hairs in her wake. Donnie sputtered, face scrunched up as he held in a sneeze.

“Pffftbttbffffttttbtbffff. Gross, grossgrossgrossgross…ugh, Professor Nef Arious never had this problem. Foof, get down, get down right now young lady –”

Dr. FoofyMittens jumped down from Donnie’s shoulder; directly onto his keyboard. A string of capitalised gibberish leapt up onto the screen, along with a .gif of a panda standing on its head and a commissioned piece of art of Atomic Lass reclining on a chaise lounge in a purple satin jacket and goggles. Leo erupted, slipping to the floor of the tank with a shriek of laughter. “Ohmigosh, it’s too good, it’s too good…make it stop, Raph, my sides can’t take it…”

“Foof – stoppit, you little –” Donnie scooped up Dr. FoofyMittens in his arms, pulling his face back as far as he could from the wriggling, fluffy tornado attempting to escape his clutches. “You have a PhD, this is very unprofessional behaviour --!”

“Why,” Leo sniggered, wiping away tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes, “did he think this would be a good idea? We have the worst track record with pets.”

“Kinda harder to flush a cat than a fish, Leo,” Raph replied, kicking his cackling brother fondly in a weak attempt to gain control of the situation. Onscreen, Donnie braced his foot against the desk, pushing the Genius Chair, himself and the cat backwards from the console, spinning in a tight circle as they moved.

“Pleh. Plehplehpleh, fur in my mouf…ewwwwww, eww eww eww.” Donnie stretched out his tongue and plucked a particularly long hair off the end of it. In his arms, Dr. FoofyMittens made herself comfortable and began to purr.

“D’awwwwww!” Mikey crooned from his seat, leaning over the back of his chair for a better view, eyes shimmering. “She looooooves hiiiimm.”

“She loves chaos,” Raph replied, tilting the hologram projector so his little brother could see better, “that’s what she loves.”

“I was of the impression,” Donnie was growling, scrubbing his arm over his face, “that creatures from the family Felidae were – for the most part – solitary and independent.” He lifted Dr. FoofyMittens up so she was at eye level, her paws dangling in the air. “Are you an outlier? Huh? Are you a rogue piece of data? Speak, foul demon!”

The cat butted her forehead against Donnie’s. He sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Okay, fine. We can cuddle. Later. I’ll even put on Suave McQuistion and the Chaise Lounge of Fate. April says Libras Never Prosper is the best one, but we know better, don’t we?”

“Mow,” Dr. FoofyMittens replied.

“That’s right, we do.” Donnie tapped Dr. FoofyMittens on her little pink nose and set her down on the floor. “Now begone, Daddy has to work.”

“Daddy?!” Leo howled from the floor, clutching his sides. “Ohmigosh, best hologram call ever!”

“No!” Mikey cried from his seat, eyes suddenly full of unshed tears. “It’s adorable, leave him alone! He’s learning to express his feelings! Raph, tell him!”

Raph said nothing; he was too busy biting his knuckles, trying not to laugh. Donnie pushed his chair back against the console, his face suddenly puce with embarrassment. “You…you heard all of that, I assume.”

“Awwwww, Foooofykins and her daaaaaaaaaaddyyy…” Leo cooed, pushing his face right up against the hologram. “Whosa little cutie baby kitty, ooochiecooochiecoochie…”

“Nardo, enough…”

“D’awwww, big bad Donatelly loves his widdle kittycat, yesh he dooooesss...”

“Leonardo, you are such a --!” Donnie caught himself; fists raised by his head, voice about to crack. He cleared his throat, rearranging his features into something (barely) calmer as he knotted his hands together over his knee. “Hey, Leo; you do know Foof’s collar has a built-in camera, don’t you?”

“WhoooosacutiepatootiewiddleFooofyyyyy…”

“And it sends everything she sees to a stream on my laptop?”

“Why would I care about that?” Leo asked, propping himself up on Raph’s legs, a sharp elbow digging into his brother’s kneecap.

Donnie leaned back in his chair, suddenly smirking, one long leg crossed over the other. “Because you were the only one alone with the cat two nights ago. Me and Mikey were at April and Sunita’s, Raph was training in the tunnels, and Dad was doing whatever shady things a middle-aged ratman does on a Wednesday night in August. And, well,” Donnie produced a remote control, gesturing sardonically at the screen with it, “I might have saved some of the footage.”

The hologram suddenly cut to a first-person shot of Dr. FoofyMittens walking around the lair. After a second, a skateboard rolled into view; along with a very recognisable set of green legs clad in dark blue socks. The cat let out a ‘mrrp’ of surprise; then, the legs spoke.

“Hiiiiiii, Fooofyyyy!” Leo-on-the-screen said, leaning down so his face was in the shot, only inches from the cat’s. “Whatcha up to? You wanna keep your Uncle Leo company? Well, I guess I could give you some…”  Dr. FoofyMittens was suddenly lifted off the floor as Leo straightened, holding her at arm’s length. “Kissies!”

The next thirty seconds was an intense close-up of Leo’s lips, as he gave FoofyMittens a series of loud, smacking kisses. In the tank, Raph and Mikey’s heads snapped towards their brother, who was turning a fun shade of pink himself. “Ahaha,” Leo laughed sheepishly, splaying his hands out in supplication. “I mean, c’maaahhn…she’s a cute cat, what can I say?”

In the background, the footage continued. “You wanna learn to skateboard? Donnie thinks he’s so smart; but he didn’t teach a cat to skateboard, did he? No he didn’t, nooo hee diiiidn’t. There we go, an’ I’ll just give you a lil’ push...and the Grand Skateboarding Champion of 2022 is, drumroll please: Dr. FoofyMittens!! Wooo! And the crowd goes wild…aaahhhhh, ahhhhhhh…Dr. FoofyMittens we looovvee yooooou…”

“Eateth-ing thy words yet, ‘Uncle Leo?’” asked Donnie’s disembodied voice. “I can keep going if not; there’s also the footage where you put one of your spare masks on her, held her up to a mirror and sang –“

“No no, we’re all good here!” Leo leapt back into his seat, pretending to push buttons and adjust his seatbelt. “Let’s go, Repo Mantis is gonna get away! Donnie, you got those stats yet? No time to waste, y’know…heheh …heh.”

“Be sure to come back soon, gentlemen; Dr. FoofyMittens misses her, ahem, ‘kissies’…”

“Shut up, Donnie.”

#rottmt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #writing #this is very silly but it has my heart

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

When The World Crumbles: Chapter Seven, Lost and Found

Michelangelo knew New York city like the back of his hand.

If asked he could give near perfect directions to any building. Whether it be to TCRI, Murakami's noodle shop, or even some random school in Brooklyn.

Once he and his older brothers ventured to the surface they quickly learned the layout of the strange city. With the youngest memorizing every route to their haunts the quickest. Photographic memory and all.

The city was familiar, it was his home.

However none of that was helping Michelangelo here in an alternate dimension.

While all the buildings had the same or similar names, the layout was different. Some buildings were in completely different spots. Leaving him confused when he would assume he was going one direction with the buildings as his guide when in fact he was going in a completely different direction!

And what was even more confusing was that some buildings just flat out didn't exist! One of them being TCRI.

It was one of the tallest buildings in New York City, easily recognizable, and Michelangelo was going to use it to get his bearings. Once he had found TCRI he could find the billboard his brothers were waiting at and then they could find shelter.

But there was no TCRI here.

No matter where Michelangelo looked there was no TCRI. Like it was never here! That's not possible! The Kraang have to exist in this dimension so they would build TCRI so they could build the portal and bring death and destruction!

And yet…there was no trace of the aliens. Not even the lingering scent of mutagen as Michelangelo passed by some old Kraang hideouts. Or at least where they were supposed to be.

Truth be told he was kinda glad the Kraang hadn't shown up yet. After all, if the turtle's counterparts have magical glowy powers, who knows how strong the Kraang will be.

The orange clad turtle jumped from rooftop to rooftop, looking for the billboard where his family was. All the while his broken arm throbbed against his chest.

"This city is like a maze!" The hooded turtle whined, looking up at the brightening sky. Sunrise was rapidly approaching with every second that passed by. And once the sun came up New York City would go from overcrowded to choking.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Michelangelo looked for the billboard his brothers were waiting behind, what was one it again? As the orange clad turtle racked his brain for answers bright lights shined down the street below. He looked down, a dirty old tow truck pulled up by a crosswalk.

Normally not a concern, if not for the fact that the driver of this tow truck was not human. The driver was a mantis looking mutant with surprisingly purple skin. Why was he purple?

"What the hell! A mutant driving a tow truck?" Michelangelo mused, watching the purple skinned mantis looking thing walk out of the truck and start knocking aggressively on the door of some run down building.

He wanted to go down there and investigate, see what the deal was and possibly kick some ass.

'No I have to get back to my brothers, I've been gone too long anyways!' The hooded turtle thought to himself. He tried to go back the way he came across the rooftops so he could avoid the purple mantis.

However, as it was a recurring problem, luck was not on his side. Michelangelo slipped and nearly fell off the roof. He screamed, thrashing around as he somehow pulled himself back onto the rooftop.

"Hey you!" The mantis man yelled in a rough voice "Get yer ass down here! You owe me money and it's bout time you paid!"

"I owe you money? Dude I've never met you before!" Michelangelo retorted, holding his broken arm close. It was covered in bruises in all kinds of ugly colors and was swollen up like a balloon. Hurt like hell too. His near fall had aggravated it. "Can't you cut me some slack?" He waved the terrible looking limb at the mantis who didn't seem to give a single fuck.

The mantis's eyes widened before narrowing furiously. When Michelangelo had nearly fallen, he was facing with his back to the mantis. However when he pulled himself up and showed off the broken arm he had turned around to face the mantis.

Revealing his orange mask.

"You're one of those stupid turtles arent ya!" The mantis yelled, leaning against the tow truck with his arms crossed. Or is it claws…who knows!

Michelangelo gulped, all the wounds on his body begging him to avoid further confrontation. An idea popped into his head.

"Uh no I aint! I's from Florida! How's yall's night goin!" The orange clad turtle yelled in the fakest southern accent he could come up with. The mantis grit his teeth, getting more annoyed.

"Cut the accent! You are one of the turtles ain't cha!" Michelangelo whimpered, he just kept screwing up tonight.

He decided to do what he's been doing this entire night. Run for his life.

"Leave me alone!" He screamed as the furious mantis flew up into the air, giving chase.

Michelangelo sprinted across the rooftops, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws of the mantis as they tried to carve his guts out.

The mantis kept yelling at him, but Michelangelo tuned out every word. All his thoughts were focused on getting back to his brothers and not dying to a purple mantis!

After a few minutes he ended up at a construction site, there were a lot of construction sites around the city. Way more than there usually were. The orange clad turtle fell to his knees panting like a dog after a marathon. He was so tired, his stomach ached from hunger and his entire body felt like a punching bag.

The mantis was catching up, so the hooded turtle forced himself to stand on wobbly legs. He grabbed his nunchucks, armed and ready.

"Bring it on creep! I'm not afraid of you!" Michelangelo yelled, voice cracking. That lie was so obvious a baby could see it. His nunchucks were smacked out of his hands by the mantis and so was his kusarigama chain. Crap.

The mantis flew up in front of him, slamming his massive claws down. Michelangelo barely had a chance to jump backwards so he wouldn't get sliced.

The claws slammed down into the wooden beam they were standing on, smashing the wood in seconds.

"Ha! Missed me you prick!" The orange clad turtle said, even blowing a raspberry with his tongue. The mantis growled, trying to slam his claws down again. And again, Michelangelo dodged the attack. Over and over this happened, the mantis would try to strike down, Michelangelo would dodge and the claws would hit the beam.

The wooden beam started to creak, sinking downwards. Michelangelo dared to look, growing dizzy at the ground far, far below.

Then he looked up at the mantis, a panicked look in his baby blue eyes.

"God damn it, don't give me that look! Ugh, fine, just give me that there bag on your back and we'll be square." The mantis said, raising a claw to hand over the bag. The bag with the first aid kit.

"Over my dead body! I went through way too much trouble to get this just to give it away!" Michelangelo growled, fire burning in his eyes.

The mantis shrugged, maybe he should've used different words.

"Wait, don't!" The claws were brought down onto the beam one final time.

The beam snapped.

The turtle fell.

He pulled on the cord, trying to open his glider. Every tug became more and more desperate as the ground grew closer and closer.

Falling.

Falling further down.

His eyes filled with tears. He's failed.

He failed his brothers, failed his city, failed the entirety of planet Earth in his dimension!

He couldn't even get a simple first aid kit to his brothers! Pathetic!

A tiny sob escaped his throat.

He shut his eyes and braced for impact.

There was a sudden jerk, cutting off the turtle's screams.

Teary baby blue eyes opened, the ground still far away. The straps of the backpack were digging into his armpits. He looked up.

Somehow the backpack had gotten hooked on another beam, suspending the turtle. Sparing the boy from death.

"Holy shit you survived!" The mantis yelled from above.

Michelangelo bared his teeth, trying to pull himself up so he wasn't dangling like a puppet on strings.

The beam creaked, forcing the hooded turtle to stay put.

"Well I'd love to stay and chat but I got junk to repo and money to collect! Hope you don't die, you little pest!" The mantis yelled, flying off. Leaving Michelangelo alone.

"Wait no! Don't leave me here!" Michelangelo yelled, more tears pouring down his freckled cheeks.

The mantis just left him to dangle above certain death. Didn't even give a shit that the orange clad turtle was in this mess because of him!

Everything kept going wrong tonight!

All of the turtle's anger and frustrations bubbled over, needing to be released. Normally he doesn't cuss, at least not as much as Raphael does. However in this situation and after the dog shit week he's had, it feels a little warranted.

Michelangelo took a deep breath before shouting to the heavens at the top of his lungs:

"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!"

"Pick a color." Mikey said, holding out the paper fortune teller to Donnie. The softshell was only half paying attention while he scrolled on his tablet.

"Purple." Donnie said, glancing down at the paper to make sure purple was in fact an option. It was.

"Oh how could I have predicted that you would choose purple?" Mikey said with playful sarcasm in his voice.

"Haha Angleo, very funny, now predict my future." Mikey rolled his eyes and began pinching and pulling the paper fortune teller.

"P-U-R-P-L-E" He looked down, instead of the colors there were symbols: A firework, a flame, a bolt of lightning and a hurricane.

"Now pick again." Donnie glanced down at the paper, scanning his options.

"Lightning" He said, turning his gaze back to his tablet so Mikey could spell it out.

Once again the box turtle pinched and pulled the paper fortune teller while spelling out the word lightning. After he finished he opened one of the flaps, revealing the message inside.

"And what's my fortune, oh great seer?" Donnie asked curiously.

"You will get covered in slime!" Mikey said ominously. Donnie gasped and visibly shuddered. That would be his worst nightmare.

"How dare you even suggest such a thing Michael!" Donnie exclaimed, being his typical dramatic self. Mikey giggled, but that did nothing to soothe the massive ball of dread in his stomach.

Ever since they started searching for his apparent counterpart, Mikey had been feeling nothing but nervous dread.

Like a tornado watch turning into a tornado warning. Disaster is coming and all you can do is wait.

"You ok Mikey? You got quiet." Raph asked from his driver's seat. The box turtle looked up, he knew it was written all over his face.

"I'm just worried about…him." Mikey said, thinking about his counterpart. His older counterpart covered in more injuries to count, a broken arm clutched to his chest, exhaustion filling those baby blue eyes.

"I know whatcha mean, I'm worried about the little guy too." Raph said, holding up the photograph again. "How much did he go through to get so banged up? And what about his family? Are they ok too?"

"Well the red one and purple one looked equally as banged up and tired so…probably no." Leo interjected, rubbing his eyes. They weren't as red as they were before, thanks to the amount of eyedrops he put in.

"And what about your counterpart? We haven't seen any sign of another blue clad turtle." Mikey asked, he didn't like that another version of his older brother might be seriously injured.

"I didn't really get a good look at him in the sawmill fight." Leo confessed, looking down at the dirty katana in his lap. The one his counterpart used.

"Also you wanna hear what's weird?" Leo asked after a few tense moments of silence.

"Uh sure, go ahead." Raph said, glancing down at Mikey who only shrugged.

"My counterpart is an archer."

"No way."

"Way, and he's a good one too."

"Last time you tried to fire an arrow you nearly shot pops's tail off!" Raph lightly flicked Leo in the head.

"Yeah because you go crosseyed and your aim gets crappy!" Mikey added, ignoring Leo's groan.

"We can roast Nardo's terrible skills in archery later, I got an email from Casey." Donnie said, pulling up the email on his tablet.

"What does she want?" Leo leaned over to look at the tablet.

"I don't know, not only is there no subject or text but it was sent around the time we got kidnapped by Meatsweats."

"Oh boy, think she might be mad?" Mikey asked.

"If there's no subject or text what's in the email?" Raph parked the turtle tank so all four could check it out without crashing.

"Just an audio file." Donnie hit play and the four turtles crowded around the tablet.

They expected to hear Casey's voice. They did not.

"I don't know who is going to hear this but I need help!" A rasping panicked voice began. "I'm being attacked by hordes of vicious little girls and yes I know that sounds lame but it's the truth." Banging sounds and muffled screams could be heard in the background.

"I'm at a building called Grandma CJ's Brownies and I've been injured so please just send this message to my brother-" Injured? Someone was injured? How badly! A crash made the four turtles jump. The voice went quiet, seemingly also stunned.

"They're breaking the door down?" The voice asked, the fear dripping from every word. "Where are these girls' parents? Fuck I'm running out of time, send this message to my brother Don-" The voice was cut off, instead replaced by loud coughs and wheezes as the owner of the voice started to choke.

Loud vicious shrieks drowned out the struggles of the first voice. Leo and Donnie were staring wide eyed at the tablet. Raph had both hands over his mouth, listening in horror. Mikey had slunk behind the snapper, as the playing audio sounded like something ripped from a horror movie.

"Turn off the recording and delete the message!" The voice of Julia, the top girl scout in the Brownie Clan yelled. The recording ended there, with the first voice long since gone quiet. It sounded like he was being strangled or something.

The four turtles looked at each other with horrified faces.

"I guess we aren't the only ones having a crappy day." Leo said, trying and failing to brighten the mood.

"He said to send the message to his brother Don…was he going to say Donnie?" Mikey asked, the ball of dread growing with each passing second.

"That voice didn't sound like other me or other Raph." Donnie said, connecting the dots.

"And we're going after Mikey's doppelganger" Raph said, holding the youngest close.

"So that means that…" Leo started, clenching his fists. They all knew what that meant.

Leo's counterpart had been captured by the Brownie Clan.

"Well lets go smash him out!" Raph said, punching his fist. Leo glanced at the monitor. The blinking orange dot on the map showing where the med kit was, and where other Mikey was.

"Ok, ok we'll split up. Tello and I will go rescue other me, Raph and Mikey will go get other Mikey." Leo stated, with all the false confidence of a leader.

Donnie's phone buzzed.

"It's April," He answered the call. "Hey April whats-"

April screaming was all that could be heard on the line.

A car beat up car zoomed by, April in the driver's seat. What followed was the old Albearto animatronic, chasing after her like a madman. And he was also on fire.

The four turtles looked at each other.

"Ok we'll deal with that…and then go rescue our counterparts!" Leo said, and they all jumped out of the tank. Time to be heros!

There were sounds, distant garbled sounds.

Although Leonardo couldn't hear them very well over the ringing of his ears. Pain came next, his entire body ached and throbbed. Every single bruise, cut, and burn from the Kraang attacks. The stab wound in his shoulder felt hot and painful as new waves of agony pulsed with each beat of his heart. His neck felt so sore from the rope that had nearly strangled him…

Then there was his stupid knee that gave out on him. That was the pain he was most familiar with, ranging from a dull ache to stabbing pains that made him see double. This time it was his own fault, he had strained his knee too much and now the joint was punishing him

Needless to say, everything hurt so much.

His dreary eyes started to open, and thankfully the ringing was fading as well.

Suddenly something slapped across his cheek, hard. Dark blue eyes shot open, that blonde brat from earlier staring at him with an evil smirk.

"Wake up!" She yelled and slapped him again, adding another sting. Leo whimpered, though it was muffled.

This is when he became aware that he had something stuffed into his mouth and covered with duct tape so he couldn't spit it out.

The thing in question was a small tennis ball.

Great. Just great. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the angry girl scout.

"Wake! Up! You! Stupid! Dinosaur!" Julia yelled again, slapping Leonardo with every word. Was she doing this just to torment him?

Leonardo shouted, muffled by the tennis ball and duct tape. Julia and another girl laughed at him, jerks.

"Good morning sleeping beauty!" The other girl taunted, her shrill voice making the hooded turtle's head ache.

"You were out almost all night!" Julia added, pointing at the clock. Leonardo squinted, just able to make out the time.

4:45 am.

His eyes went as wide as dinner plates, pupils as small as pinpricks.

The girls were saying other things but that didn't matter. The ringing returned, much louder this time.

He had been captured for hours! Where were his brothers? Were they still looking for Michelangelo? Did they get captured too? Are they even still alive?

Before the blue clad turtle knew it he was hyperventilating, each breath of air making his chest burn like fire. He struggled against his restraints. He was tied tightly to a swivel chair.

"Dude, chill you're going to pass out if you keep doing that." The other girl said, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Do you not know how to breathe or something?" Julia asked, tearing off the duct tape. Leonardo spit out the tennis ball. Finally, that was making his jaw sore.

He somehow managed to steele himself enough to take a few deep breaths.

"Let me go!" The hooded turtle demanded, wincing at how terrible his voice sounded. Had the strangulation further damaged his vocal chords? Was his voice going to get worse? 'Not now, focus.' He thought to himself.

"Why should we? You barge in here acting like you own the place and try to take away the cool blob thing!" The other girl complained.

"Because of you it ran off, not cool." Julia added, sitting on a table.

"I'm sorry, I really am, except that thing is extremely dangerous, not a toy." Leonardo choked out, coughing as his throat was further strained.

"But I wanted to see if it had organs! Wait, does it have organs?" The other girl, who's name Leonardo finally remembered is Sarah, asked, an innocent look in her eyes. It was jarring how cute she could make herself look while asking such a morbid question.

Or maybe all little girls are just like that.

"I uh, I don't know. My brother knows a lot more about anatomy than I do."

"Ugh whatever! What do we do with him?" Another girl asked, leaning over a chair.

The girls went quiet for a moment, so many possibilities for their prisoner. Leonardo took this as an opportunity to quietly scoot away on the swivel chair.

"I got it!" Sarah yelled, nearly falling off the table she was sitting on. Julia caught her by the arm and pulled her back up.

"Spill it Sarah, what's your plan?" Julia asked, surprisingly not as demanding as when talking to the other scouts.

"Let's sacrifice him to the long furby! So that he may ascend to godhood!" The girl proclaimed. Leonardo sputtered.

"You're going to sacrifice me?" He shouted, terrified. There was no way these.girls were joking about that, given how malicious they are.

"That is an amazing idea!" The other girl shouted, running off to tell the others.

"No it isn't!"

"Quiet!" Sarah yelled, chucking the tennis ball at his head. He barely dodged in time.

Julia smiled, patting the shorter girl on the shoulder before turning to the blue clad turtle.

"We must prepare the ceremony so that our lord of darkness may claim your pathetic blood and use it for his grand ascension!" The swivel chair was pushed into a different room.

Truthfully Leonardo had thought about death quite frequently, far beyond what might be considered healthy. Even more so after Splinter was murdered and he took the Shredder's life.

However being murdered by blood thirsty little girl scouts as a sacrificial offering to a long furby had never crossed his mind before today.

He was brought into a large room, hordes of the feral girls lined up around a table. The chair was pushed in front of the table, causing Leonardo to look up in horror at the apparent long furby.

It had to be at least twenty five to thirty feet long, covered in black fur with red stripes. It was wearing a gold crown on its little head. The most horrifying part was the eyes.

This thing had so many eyes Leonardo didn't even want to count them all.

"You seriously do not want to do this!" He yelled, voice cracking. The girls laughed and Julia grabbed a god damn machete!

"What is going on here?" A female voice called out, older than the swarms of girl scouts but still young. Probably around sixteen or seventeen.

Leonardo looked up, a woman dressed like a kunoichi and sporting short cropped hair walked in. Finally someone sensible!

"Help they want to sacrifice me to that…thing" Leonardo yelled, gesturing with his head to the long furby of nightmares.

The woman scowled, and Leonardo expected her to scold the girl scouts.

She did not.

In fact she straight up backhanded the blue clad turtle across the face! That hit actually left him dizzy.

"How dare you speak ill of our prince of darkness!" The woman yelled with just as much seriousness as the girls.

Was it too much to ask for someone to be NORMAL?

"Sorry?" He mumbled, head still reeling from the slap. The woman looked him over, a curious look in her eyes.

"Are you a part of the Mad Dogs, where does your alliance fall?" Leonardo racked his brain, trying to think of if he's heard that name before. He hasn't.

And unfortunately Leonardo is a really bad liar.

"I…I've never heard that name before." Leonardo said, hoping that was a good thing. Maybe they would let him go.

"We did plan on sacrificing him so that our lord may conquer the spiritual plane once more!" Julia said, making Leonardo's head spin.

This was worse than that one time he was listening to Michelangelo try to explain the FNAF lore at two am when he had a cold after he had taken a bit too much Tylenol.

"Excellent! However…" Suddenly the ropes were cut off. "Get his weapons!" The woman shouted, two girls scurrying off to gather his bow arrows and katana.

Once the gear was returned, Leonardo looked up with exhausted eyes at the woman.

"Are you letting me go?" He dared to ask. The room erupted into laughter.

"Of course not…prove to us that you are in fact worthy of being sacrificed in the name of our lord! He will decide if you shall be spared or if your blood will further his ascension so that he may overthrow the heavenly kingdom in place of his own!" The woman shouted, pulling out a staff.

A blade similar to a hockey stick was pulled out, making Leonardo gulp.

He flung the quiver over his shoulder and grabbed his katana, heart starting to race in his aching chest.

"Prove your skills as a warrior, in a battle to the death!" The woman excitedly yelled, swinging her weapon. The girls all backed up to give them ample space, all while cheering the woman on.

"Look I really don't have time for this-" The blade slashed his forehead, leaving a thin but bloody cut behind.

"If you want to survive you must fight!" The girls yelled, all squawking at him like a bunch of harpies.

Leonardo held up his katana, pushing past the pain and exhaustion like he's been doing all week.

His bad knee shook like a leaf, threatening to give out again.

Summoning what little strength he had left, his eyes went white and he charged.

Weapons clashed against each other, while the girls cheered at the duel that had just begun.

"This way!" Donatello yelled, pointing left. He and Raphael raced down the street, eyes white with determination. They were finally going to find Michelangelo!

A huge construction site loomed over them, cutting through the morning sky. Sunrise was only an hour away!

"What's Mikey doing here?" Raphael asked, his twisted ankle causing him to limp as he ran.

"Hell if I know, I just hope he's having a better night than we are!" Donatello shouted, turning another corner.

The car had skidded down the street, the trio inside all screaming bloody murder as the flaming animatronic chased them down yet again. Apparently even though it was half torched it is still going!

"How the fuck is this thing still going! I mean seriously, what will it take for it to die?" Raphael groaned, slamming into Donatello as the car swerved again. "April you are a shitty driver!"

"Well excuse me it's not easy driving when you're being chased by a flaming metal death trap!" April retorted, narrowly avoiding a dumpster as she drove.

Well saying she drove was not exactly correct, more like she was avoiding crashing.

The car slowed down before skidding to a halt, with the Freddy Fazbear knockoff approaching.

"What's wrong? Why did we stop?" Donatello asked, panic clear in his voice.

April looked at the duo, eyes wide and terrified.

"We're out of gas!"

The metal claws slammed against the car, jerking it around, creating an ear splitting screech as the trio looked more and more panicked.

They were sitting ducks!

The animatronic screeched, although instead of words all that came out was garbled static.

Suddenly, glowing orange chains coiled tightly around Albearto, the animatronic was yanked off the car and chucked across the street.

Donatello looked up, half convinced that he was hallucinating. "Hey April you saw that too right?" April nodded, a relieved smile on her face.

"Thanks for the save Mikey!" April shouted, an orange clad box turtle, the one wielding the chains, gave her a thumbs up.

Another turtle, a blue clad red eared slider, opened the car doors. It was the same dumbass that used a cat ear headband against a Kraang Biodroid.

"So how's it going?" The turtle said, totally relaxed.

The trio got out of the car, the two middle turtles scanning the area. The other turtles were battling the murder robot. There was no sign of Michelangelo.

"Where's our brother?" Donatello asked, trying to spot the youngest turtle.

"Relax we'll go get him once Albearto over there bites it." The blue clad turtle said coolly. He said it so casually, like they were talking about getting a pizza! Raphael's eye twitched. He's lost his patience.

Before he could be stopped, Raphael tackled the slider to the ground, knocking both weapons out of his hands before pinning him. A sai was pointed at the turtle's throat.

"What are you doing!" April shouted, grabbing her bat. Somehow Donatello managed to get between her and his brother.

"Dude what the fu-"

"You have five seconds to answer me or this sai will go through your fucking head! Where the fuck is Michelangelo?" Raphael yelled, struggling not to murder this turtle. "Where is he? What did you do to him?" The slider gulped, trying to squirm away.

"Nardo!" Another turtle yelled but Raphael didn't give a single fuck.

"Raph don't do it!" Donatello yelled, struggling to keep April from murdering him.

"Ok! Ok! See that building that's being built!" The blue clad slider pointed at a tall construction sight in the distance. "He's there! We were going to get him when-"

The Albearto animatronic screeched again, wrestling with the biggest turtle who was surrounded in a red glow.

"Yeah…" The slider finished, nervousness in his eyes.

"Raph!" Donatello yelled again, the other turtles were staring at them, eyes wide and filled with anger.

Raphael got off the younger turtle, trying not to sway in the process.

"Listen here you idiot!" He started, gaining the slider's full attention. "It has been a fucking nightmare of a week and I am out of patience. So let me make this clear, if you are lying to me and my little brother is not in that building…" He grabbed a smoke bomb, he has one more left and so does Donatello.

"You will fucking wish you were dead when I get done with you! Got it?" The slider nodded furiously, the other turtles looked torn between helping their brother and fighting the Albearto bot.

"Let's go!" Donatello nodded. The smoke bomb was chucked to the ground and the sprinted off, ignoring the furious shouts from April and the other turtles.

Now here they were, getting closer and closer to the other building.

The building's entrance was in sight. Well what would be the entrance, the building was still under construction after all.

"How much you wanna bet that turtle was lying?" Raphael asked, already plotting to murder that blue clad turtle.

"Well he might be an alternate version of Leo and Leo is the worst liar in the family so…" Donatello said.

"Yeah true. Mikey!" Raphael yelled.

"Mikey!" Donatello joined in. It took about a minute of yelling the orange clad turtle's name to get a response.

"Raph! Donnie! Dudes I'm up here!" Michelangelo shouted from far above their heads. The duo looked up, relief filling their battered bodies at the sight of their youngest brother.

That relief quickly turned to panic when they realized how high up he was dangling.

"How did you get yourself hung up like that?" The red clad turtle shouted as Donatello grabbed both their grappling hooks.

"A mantis guy tried to kill me!"

"This city keeps getting weirder and weirder!"

"Dude you're telling me!" Donatello tightened the grappling hook lines into a knot and swung it as high as it could go. The grappling hooks caught on a metal beam, coiling around it a few times. The ropes were tugged on, nice and tight.

"Alright Mikey I'm coming to get you!" Donatello shouted, hurriedly climbing up the rope.

Raphael stayed behind, someone had to catch them if they fell.

"Where's Leo?" The orange clad turtle yelled.

"He went off on his own, again. Probably got himself into some kind of shit." All three turtles groaned.

"Why is he like this?"

"Beats me little brother!"

Soon enough Donatello was climbing on top of the metal beam. Michelangelo was still above him.

"Ready Mikey?" The younger turtle nodded, gulping as he swung forward.

Forward and backward, forward and backward.

With one final lurch the backpack slipped off the beam.

Before he could fall, Donatello grabbed him and pulled him onto the metal beam.

As soon as Michelangelo was in his older brother's arms he hugged him as tightly as he could, nuzzling the purple clad turtle like a happy kitten.

"You got him?" Raphael called from below.

"Yup! We're heading down!" He grabbed the rope with one hand and the other holding Michelangelo tightly as they slid down the rope.

Once they were on the ground, Donatello looked at his hand. The now tattered electrical glove he'd been wearing had saved his hand from the majority of the rope burn.

He didn't really care too much at that moment in time.

"Raph!" Michelangelo practically lunged at Raphael who pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Donatello joined in, and the two practically squished their younger brother.

After a long horrible night of being separated, it was so good to be back together again. Michelangelo started sniffling, burying his face into Raphael's plastron. The red clad turtle churred softly, nuzzling his younger brothers.

A few minutes passed, eventually the hug had to be broken up.

"Let me see your arm." Donatello said, remembering how bad it looked. Michelangelo held out his arm.

"Jesus Christ what happened!" Raphael yelled. The arm was swollen and an ugly purplish green color. The purple clad turtle began examining the limb, Michelangelo whimpering at every touch.

"Broke it." He mumbled, tears pooling in his baby blue eyes.

"Yeah I can see that, how bad is it Don?"

"We'll have to get the swelling down before we can properly treat it." The medic said, anxiety pooling in his body.

"That's not gonna be a problem!" Michelangelo wiped his tears away and took off his backpack. "I found a first aid kit!" He shook the backpack, looks of relief on his brothers' faces.

That wonderful relief was short-lived. Apparently the universe is not done toying with the turtles.

An all too familiar whirring sound caught Donatello's attention. It was the sound of a Kraang cannon activating.

"GET DOWN!" The trio fell to the floor, a magenta blast of plasma shot above them, the heat could be felt through their shells.

The blast hit one of the already constructed walls.

The trio of hooded turtles looked up in pure horror.

Before them stood a Kraang cannon. The muzzle was still smoking.

In the driver's seat was the other purple clad turtle, an enraged frenzied look in his eyes.

Raphael shuddered, he knew that look. It was the same look he always wore when someone dared to hurt his family.

"You think you can just attack my twin and get away with it? After we were trying to help you? Hell no! Surprise bitches!" The softshell yelled, charging the cannon again for another blow.

The exhausted turtles looked nervously at each other.

"RUN!" Raphael barked as they fled, dodging another blast from the cannon.

Their screams and other Donatello's malicious laughter filled the morning air.

It was now 5:30 am, one hour till sunrise.

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