#raising your mystic kid au

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(raising your mystic kid au -- episode 1 - part 1)

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#rottmnt #hamato clan #rottmnt raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle tots #rottmnt mikey #mystic baby mikey au #my fanart tag #rottmnt fanart #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt splinter #raising your mystic kid au #mystic kid au #tmnt fanart #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu

[tizeline]

Bro that angst potential ur separated au is keeping me up at night. You've said since Mikey would be a powerhouse due to training at such an early age, would it be safe to assume that Leo & raph are too? They've been mastering their ninpo 4 years? And if yes then dam they must be tanks. Must be a force to be reckoned with the bros and drax being all chaotic. Did they start to train so early bcuz drax only saw them as soldiers n stuff? Drax sure must've softened over the years huh guess he couldn't handle the cute lil menaces lol. Is Donnie aware of his own ninpo yet? I'm imagining him going up against the others with all his cool tech and then they whip out this anime magic ass superpower out of nowhere. Like meeting others like u after years of thinking u were the only one must be at least baffling right, now it turns out magic is real too. And he's gonna have it too(Not to mention the bro bomb waiting to drop on his head). Would his insecurities rise after witnessing all that?

Sorry I just absolutely LOVE ur au friend, i have a ton of questions but ill hold it 4 ltr. I'm really excited to see where you take it :)) -🌾

Oh man, Anon, glad to see you so excited haha!

Just a heads up, I'm still figuring out the story of the AU, so I don't know all the specifics yet, but here are some of my thoughts. And also, this became a bit of a ramble, that's what you get when you send long asks lol /lh

The way I'm thinking how Draxum is gonna be like in this AU is that he didn't view himself as the turtles' father initially, not really because he only viewed them as mere tools for him to use, he always saw them as people with induviduality. But rather, he hadn't really connected the dots that creating children + raising said children = parenthood, which led to Draxum like a year after mutating the turtles having the sudden realization one day of "OH SHIT AM I A DAD!?" and having a mini crisis because of that.

Anyway, while I don't think Draxum is the perfect dad in this AU by any means, he does genuinely care about his kids. (If Mikey managed to win Draxum over in canon after having spent a whole season fighting each other, there's no way he'd care about Mikey any less in a scenario where they've been on the same side since day one like they have in this AU.) He started training the turles from an early age and they are expected to help him with his Definitely Not Evil World Domination Plan, but they are still allowed free time and hobbies and such. And aside from some "ugh I don't wanna train right now I wanna play vidya gaemes" occasionally, the turtles never really opposed the idea of them becoming Draxums super soldiers. Kids are really easily influenced and if your parent keeps telling you that you are the heroes who are gonna save the world from evil, chances are you're gonna latch on to that narrative without question. But after meeting Donnie and April, who knows, it might be what finally starts making the other turtles question if their cause really is as just as they think :) That being said, I still have to figure out how Draxum would react exactly to his sons starting to oppose his world view.

Then their abilities! I also have to do more reasearch into exactly how the magic system works in RoTMNT cuz uhhh it's a bit unclear sometimes. Anyway, ninpo is specifically the magic used by the Hamato clan, and considering Raph, Leo and Mikey weren't raised as Hamato I don't think they would have access to that specific type of magic (though I still think they'd be be able to possibly unlock it later down the line) They would still have access to yokai magic, and of course the mystic weapons that they stole in the show would just have been given to them in AU by Draxum. And oh yeah, the brothers are powerful. To be fair, Donnie was able to keep up with Draxum pretty well in the pilot episode, so he wouldn't be COMPLETELY outmatched by his brothers. His tech is powerful enough that he'd be able to put up a decent fight even if he lacks mystic powers himself but..... three against one? Yeah, Donnie isn't winning any time soon. The biggest advantage he'd have would honestly be that his brothers wouldn't really WANT to fight him cuz they'd be all like "Long Lost Brother™??? 😭😭😭 Please come home Long Lost Brother™ we love you!!! 😭😭😭"

And I think Splinter would have kept both of their origins secret initially like he did in the show, so Donnie would't have any ninpo either, but I also think Donnie would still learn about the whole Lou Jitsu and Genetically Modified Super Soldier thing earlier than in canon. And god, yeah, learning about all of that would definietly be A Lot, which is why I still need time to figure out Donnie's exact reaction sorry Anon you're gonna have to be patient XD

#tizel talk #Tiz Sep AU #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt au

[cookierunauprompts]

I’m not sure if this is how I should ask for prompts so I apologize in advance! Could you do and AU where the Beast Cookies practically adopt a kid? Like this mid teens child lives with and is smothered with affection around five literal deities and that’s just a Tuesday to them. Thanks in advance!

-Sleepy Cupidromantic <3

hey so i decided on a baby instead because i thought it would be funnier. I hope you don't mind!

Requested Prompts #24 - ✦

" Burning Spice Cookie, what is that?" Burning Spice looked at the baby on his hand. " Well, it's a baby." " I can see that," Shadow Milk stated, " Why is it here?" He asked with a display of his arms. Yes, the baby was not something planned, nor was it any of theirs, but Burning Spice had it now... for some reason. " Well, it was in the wilderness," Burning Spice began. " Mhm," " And it was alone," " Well, pretty stupid of their parents to leave a baby out in the wilderness but-" " And everything was on fire!" " ... I beg your pardon?" Shadow Milk crooked up an eyebrow at Burning Spice, looking at the baby. " So you mean to tell me... That there was this random baby surrounded by fire, and you decided to pick it up and take it HERE of all places?!" " What else was I supposed to do?!" Burning Spice argued back, " Leave the baby there?" " Take it to an orphanage or something! You do realize that we are currently the WORST five people to take care of a literal baby!" Shadow Milk argued back. " I vote we keep the baby." Mystic Flour cut in. " WHY???" " It pisses you off, and I think that that's funny." Mystic flour said, cracking open a smug eye. " Of course you do." Shadow Milk groaned. " Well, it's still three against two-" Silent Salt raises a hand. " That better be a question and not a vote for the baby." It was not a question. " I also wanna keep the baby, it could be fun." Eternal Sugar popped in, raising her head from her cloud. " You do realize we'll be the ones who have to care for it, right? And, oh I don't know, we might accidentally crumble it?" Shadow Milk argued back. " We're literally the size of mountains compared to this tiny little thing! One wrong move and it dies! Did any of you think of that?" Silent Salt raises his hand, again. " And you still want to keep the baby." Shadow Milk asked, glaring at the helmet-clad cookie. Silent Salt nodded. " It's four against one, Shadow Milk Cookie." Mystic Flour chimed in, " That means we get to keep the baby." " Fine! Okay, we keep the baby!" Shadow Milk reluctantly agreed, much to the elation of the other four within the room. Realistically, Shadow Milk believed, the baby wouldn't last more than a few days if left in the care of the others. Maybe a week or two with Silent Salt, but only that. So, of course, primary care of the child would fall to him. Because only the Spire of Truth and Deceit had accurate defensive measures in place to prevent people from getting to it's main rooms with ease and- God dammit.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #cr kingdom #beast yeast #silent salt cookie #eternal sugar cookie #burning spice cookie #mystic flour cookie

[charmwasjess]

AU where Dooku still meets the Tirra' taka on Serenno as a kid, but it's a baby one that imprints on him, and he takes it back to the Temple and raises it like a fucking pokemon?

And... Yoda is Yoda, so he just... goes with it? Like if your super Force sensitive kid with a ton of homeworld trauma connects with a mystical dragon that holds the world together and has lightning instead of blood and dreams earthquakes you just let that be and call it the Will of the Force?

AND IT JUST FOLLOWS TEEN DOOKU AROUND LIKE AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOG EXCEPT IT'S A BIG DRAGON??? AND ITS GETTING BIGGER??

Dooku: It's a metaphor

Dooku: for me :)

#dooku #star wars meta #dooku jedi lost #yoda #but it's so cute #*tirra taka growling at the Council* and Dooku's like “Good girl!” #they wrestle playfight like with a dog #Sifo-Dyas is like *zuko voice* “get out of the dragon's mouth dooku”

[nerves-nebula]

Out of curiosity, for the teenage mutant neglected turtles AU, what's up with Draxum? I know you've mentioned him a couple of times, like coming by and being the one to give the weapons to the turtles, but like is he still kind of an enemy? Is he a dude who tries to be vaguely parental? (Also just wanted to say that this AU a lot of fun! And I really love your art! You do a really good job with character's designs being unique/memorable and really reflecting their personalities and all that!)

OOHHH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED *spits up blood* so here's the thing.

i'll try to summarize this cause I need to finish my hw for tomorrow and go to bed (I've been saying that for hours at this point) but here's the story in bullet points

Splinter is forced into the battle nexus like in rise (possibly handed over by shredder, but I'll have to think on that more)

Draxum gets him out this time too, with the caveat that if he successfully jailbreaks Splinter, Splinter will help him create and train his warriors. this is cemented via magical contract/pact. Splinters always wanted to keep the hamato line going so he says yes to the chance of super powered kids he gets to train (read: mold into his perfect obedient little warriors)

Splinter accidentally gets turned into a rat while making The Boys (whoopsie!)

Draxum still wanted to make them mystic warriors, but more for DEFENSE and less for wiping out humanity or whatever it was he wanted in Rise. Basically, the intention behind mutating them was more for defense than offense. Draxum isn't as concerned about Humanity pushing Yokai out as like, an active threat, but he's still concerned so he wants some warriors to safeguard the place.

Splinter throws an absolute bitch fit about Draxum turning him into a rat man and refuses to continue being Draxums lab partner, or whatever you'd call their weird semi-homoerotic situation

unfortunately due to that magic pact, splinter is still very much obligated to train the turtles to be warriors. So after a lot of arguing, Draxum agrees to let Splinter take the kids and go sulk off to live on his own, so long as Draxum gets to check up on them every now and then to assess how they're developing & how the training is going

(at first Draxum is pissy about his creations being taken away from him but he kinda cools down after Splinter keeps bitching at him about how hard it is to raise 4 kids on zero income, cause Draxum realizes he actually really didn't ever want to be a parent and he got lucky that Splinter took them off his hands for him)

anddd that's basically where things stagnate. Draxum still comes by to check on the turtles, and hes unhappy that they haven't unlocked their powers yet despite the weapons he gave them being chock full of mystic energy. Draxum has been working on defenses for the hidden city and other things this whole time, but he's still kinda hoping his Super Soldier project proves itself anyyy minute now

Splinter still hates him for turning him into a rat but tbh Draxum has kinda gotten over the whole thing by now hahff

annnd because you asked after him, here's some character designing doodles I made in class today. still haven't got anything SOLIDLY down yet but, y'know

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #baron draxum #tmnt splinter #tmnt #tmnt iteration #nnart #neglected art

[beannary]

Hi! Thank you for blessing us all with tlp :) it’s such a cool au and I like it a lot!! I have many thoughts about it so I’ll start writing them now:

With Donnie being raised by Big Mama, the change in dynamics with literally everyone is interesting to think about, so of course my brain has latched onto the concept of how Donnie’s dynamic with his own brain (his neurodiversity/autism) effects his relationships with himself and his family. 

(beannary note: putting everything under the cut so this doesn’t get too long)

Comparing Donnie’s relationship with his own neurodiversity in tlp to canon makes me so emotional you have no idea…..in canon he’s never had a need to mask, living in the sewers with a family who accepts him for who he is, so he has difficulties doing so when needed; we’ve seen him in situations where he is unable to mask/act “socially appropriate” (the mystic library episode comes to mind - he can’t control the volume of his voice when he gets excited. Also every single time he is put in a situation where he has to lie but he is comically bad at it. Also the many many instances in which he is shown being unable to ‘read the room’). But in tlp he seems to be masking a lot, either when he’s interacting with Big Mama’s guests or with Big Mama herself (your Masking is Hard comic comes to mind instantly - how Donnie has a hyperspecific role to play as Big Mama’s Son and the pressure to not only be sociable, but be sociable in a way that meets his mother’s expectations. Its a lot to handle, acting a way that doesn’t come naturally to you and no matter how many times you go through the motions you feel as if it doesn’t get any easier and you dont know why). Tlp Donnie can mask far more convincingly than canon Donnie, but only because he’s had to mask frequently throughout his life. It seems to me like he’s been taught at a young age that he needs to stop acting so “weird” (for example, stimming in obvious ways), because that kind of behavior loses its cuteness fast with Big Mama & most of the company she associates with. I imagine lots of his behaviors are discouraged as he grows up because they’re “not cute anymore” and he’s “not a little kid anymore” and he “needs to learn some manners/self-control” even though everything “weird” Donnie does feels like so natural to him, even as he gets older. Although I do think Donnie has instinctively coped with this by making his stims more subtle (this is where I get to be self-indulgent and imagine his stims - humming, tapping his feet, fiddling with any object he can get his hands on, blasting EDM in his headphones etc), and he only pulls out the big guns (aka big stims) when he’s in his own room with the door closed (or when he’s locked himself in a bathroom stall and physically cannot hold himself back anymore). 

Unfortunately for Donnie I also figure that this amount of masking makes him more susceptible to meltdowns. In canon Donnie has so much freedom and control over his own life that the only time I can remember him being even mildly close to Meltdown Territory is during the Todd Scouts episode when his tech was taken away. And even then, he immediately knows how to cope with the change by Creating with whatever tools he is able to find, his brothers just accepting his absence as he goes MIA to build the things he needs to make himself feel better (like the wooden battle shell). But in tlp au does he even know how to cope in healthy ways? Does he get to go MIA for long periods of time so he can pull himself together and prevent a meltdown from happening? Oouuggghh I just want him to be happy :( poor guy feels as if he has no control over his life to the point he develops an eating disorder, he absolutely has no idea what a healthy coping skill is. I’m torn in between concepts for how he processes his neurological differences - either he goes the “autism? don’t be ridiculous, everyone feels this way” route or the “I am astronomically Different from anyone else I know. surely this is just due to my superior intellect and not a developmental disability of any sorts”. Either way this dude is not connecting any dots nor processing any emotions in a healthy way. (Now that I think about it, while Donnie lives with Big Mama, his unique and different skillset are probably what he clings onto to feel needed and useful to his mother, so the latter makes sense for him during that time. But the former makes sense when the concept of Different scares him, when it’s not just intellect and fixations and tunnel vision but sensory issues and social awkwardness and repetitve movements, things that very clearly separate him from his family and make him less of the Perfect Son he is expected to be.) 

Another thing I’d like to ramble about is Donnie, his autism, and his relationship with his brothers and his dad….you mentioned in an ask that he doesn’t know he’s autistic but that may change when he starts living with the Hamatos. This made me think about how Donnie’s brothers react to his autistic traits in canon versus in tlp (assuming that no one knows that Donnie is autistic; they just know that his brain works Differently than the rest of theirs). In canon, Donnie has lived with his brothers for his entire life. His brothers know his habits, his preferences, his sensitivities, his moods, etc. He may be Different than the rest of them, but not so much that they think about it for more than 5 minutes. Donnie is their brother - any “weird” behavior is not too different from how how he usually acts. Donnie may be weird but they all are in their own ways and it’s not a big deal to them. His brothers are used to accommodating his needs and dealing with his moods. However, in tlp, Raph, Mikey, and Leo don’t know him very well yet. They’ve never lived with him before and when they do accept Donnie into their home as an Official Brother (a development I’m very excited for), they also can’t help but immediately recognize the stuff that makes him Different from the rest of them (if they’re the ones that recognize that it could be autism, than it’s Differences in a way that’s Familiar, if that makes sense). Differences that aren’t just unhealthy habits and mindsets from his previous shitty living situation. Obviously they can be accommodating but it would understandably take longer to adjust simply because they’re not used to Donnie’s specific quirks. They don’t know right away what makes him uncomfortable, or what textures he prefers, or why he moves and talks and acts the way he does. It’s a learning experience for everyone. 

As for Donnie and Splinter….they make me so emotional!!!! Your art of the two of them is so so good and captures that emotion. When Donnie lives with the Hamatos, everything changes. Anyone would have difficulties adjusting to this huge change, but I imagine for Donnie it’s a lot harder. How do you cope with leaving your mother, your only family member you’ve known your entire life? And now suddenly he has to stop being His Mother’s Son and become His Father’s Son, another role he has to create and adjust to (he doesn’t realize yet that his father doesn’t need Donnie to try to be someone he’s not - he loves Donnie unconditionally, just the way he is ;-;) because having a role to play is familiar to him, the only familiar thing he can cling onto during these huge changes in his life. Unfortunately though it just makes everything more exhausting, not only coping with the move into a literal sewer but trying to act like a perfect son for Splinter. Donnie doesn’t know yet that he doesn’t have to mask in front of a parent or meet impossible expectations to “earn” parental love and approval. Meanwhile Splinter sees how Donnie acts with his brothers (much more casual because Donnie doesn’t feel as if he has to “impress” his brothers the way he has to with a parental figure) versus how Donnie acts with him and thinks he’s doing something wrong, that he’s the one giving off an impression to his new son that he has to suppress his stims or say the “right” things or do stuff that makes him uncomfortable because he thinks it’ll make his parent happy…..but I have faith that this pressure eases with time, that they get more comfortable around each other the longer they live together. Eventually Donnie won’t be hesitant or embarrassed to take off the mask in front of his father. Maybe one day he’ll get rid of the mask around his family entirely!! Either way I’m excited to see tlp Donnie’s journey :) thanks for sharing your au with us!

HI THIS IS BEANNARY SPEAKING NOW wow this was so much and im sooooo glad that you are enjoying this au! And for real its so flattering that you like?? wrote all this about my silly au this has actually been the only thing that I could think about since you asked if you could send this in and yeah it’s just really nice to see that people like my comic and this little separated au that i dreamed up

One of the big differences between canon donnie and tlp donnie is tlp donnie’s ability to mask really well. When he was a kid, a lot of his stims were cute and adorable so Big Mama didn’t like encourage them? but let him you know stim freely since she thought it was cute, but as he got older and he kept on stimming in obvious ways she started really hounding him to stop. I do really like the idea of donnie starting to stim in more subtle ways, and im definitely going to try to incorporate that in some of the comics! He still needs to stim, because you know of the autism, and so he does tap his feet and play with whatever little object he can get in his hands when he’s in public. His room is his one safe space where he can really be himself, since its the one spot where he’s not being watched by anyone (his safe space isn’t his lab because what he does in his lab is highly controlled by Big Mama so while he does like being in there and getting to do his science, he’s still pretty on edge since he never knows if his mom is watching him or not). Donnie really loves spending time in his room, though he doesn’t really get a whole lot of time there by himself since Big Mama has filled his schedule with as many extra curriculars as possible so she can show him off all the time). But speaking of his room it sure would be bad if something happened to it! Sure would be bad if it was destroyed in some way thereby destroying his one safe space! Haha! ;)

And no! Donnie does not know how to cope in healthy ways! He is very good at figuring out when he is about to have a meltdown and at figuring out a way to subtly get out of a situation so he can go recuperate somewhere in private, but even then, he can never spend a whole lot of time to himself because if he ever disappeared for an abnormally long amount of time, it would draw attention to himself and more specifically to these meltdowns that he’s having and he really wants those to stay off of Big Mama’s radar since if she knows about them then that’s one more thing for her to criticize and then it’ll be even harder for him to deal with them with his mom now being aware of them. And yeah he does know about autism but he’s still like no it simply could not be me but in that way where he’s like 99% sure he’s autistic but is just refusing to acknowledge it so he can keep on pretending to be ‘normal’. if that makes sense alksdjfh

Living with the Hamatos is going to be very hectic and scary for Donnie just because of how different their home is from his current home. In tlp, Raph also is autistic im pretty sure idk I might change that as the comic progresses but at this point that is what im going with but just havent had a whole lot of time to develop, but that’s part of the reason why the hamatos are so accepting of Donnie, its because they’re already used to living with a sibling who is autistic so all of this is second nature to them, it’s just normal and that really throws donnie for a loop because he’s so used to walking on all these eggshells making sure to act as allistic as possible 24/7 only to be suddenly dumped into an environment where its completely normal and accepted for him to just be himself. And sure it’ll be a learning curve for the hamatos because like obviously not all autistic people are the same but it’ll also be a learning curve for donnie since he’ll finally be able to relax and figure out who he is without having to hide himself all the time. 

Donnie and splinter’s relationship is what im really the most excited to write about. I really want Donnie’s experience leaving Big Mama to mirror Splinter’s experience. And I really don’t want to spoil too much but Donnie is really not gonna like Splinter much at first, and it’s gonna take a while for Donnie to warm up to his dad, but also Splinter is going to be the most understanding of what Donnie is going through because well, Splinter also left an abusive relationship with Big Mama. I dont really want to say much more about their relationship because I dont want to spoil the good angst I have planned but I’m really excited to explore their relationship more!!!!

Also just for the record I have not like proofread any of this so there may be typos or maybe i said something dumb so just lmk and ill fix it aklsdjhf Im not autistic (or am I! I havent been to therapy in a while and I would not be surprised to find out that I am autistic or that I have adhd or something else) so lmk if i said something stupid or phrased something in a dumb way and I cannot emphasize how fast I will fix it 

Ok bye now!!! this was fun!!! and thank you for sending this in!!! Idk it just really warms my heart that someone out there is thinking about this silly au this much, makes it feel like all the work ive put into making this comic is worth it :)

#bean babbles #i guess this isnt an answered ask #answered asks #still gonna tag it as such though #tlp au #the little prince separated au #i might have more to say about this later but i think this is everything i have to say rn #i should really just ramble about tlp donnie more often because this was fun.

[nani-nonny]

I thought I’d update my pinned so here goes:

Hello! I’m LoneAnon aka Nonny aka LoneAnonon on AO3! My current fixation is Rottmnt, more specifically Future Leonardo (peepaw brainrot) hehe, so a lot of my works as of recent are Future Leo related! Check them out when you can!

Important: my response to ai with my works

Current Work(s):

•WDS or Whispers of Distant Souls aka another F!Leo returns to the past with Casey fic but F!Leo is haunted by his dead brothers. WDS TEASER

•I’m Blue… da ba dee da… aka Reunion, DMD, LCD, and WDS F!Leos collide in one dimension due to a multiverse oopsey (aka aka a silly “what-if” story where my peepaws meet :).)

•(Accidentally) Played American Football With My Newborn aka a silly F!Leo story where he takes a small baby turtle to the past to stop the krang. Never did he think being a single parent would be harder than defeating the krang. (No turtle tots were harmed in the making of the title.) father-daughter fluff snippet

Completed Works:

•DMD AU or Dead Man’s Deal AU a series with an 8-chapter main story and ongoing side stories centered around F!Leo, who returns to the present carrying his heavy guilt that lands him in the Battled Nexus as the Barbarian. DMD Fanart

•Reunion aka a oneshot where F!Leo returns to the past in order to pick up Casey Jones (takes place after the movie).

•LCD or Leonardo Come Down aka a prologue+9-chapter fic where F!Leo returns to the past with Casey (separately) and is hellbent on getting his revenge. Casey is given the task by Michelangelo to stop the Krang and save Leonardo while F!Leo faces the consequences of his actions. LCD fanart aka my pfp

•Setting Sun aka a 5 part short, interactive story where the readers’ decisions can end the story, or discover the details of Mikey’s situation. (Unedited, no beta, silly little dumpster fire aka something bad that you might not want to look away despite how bad it is) AO3 link

•Distorted Mirror aka a 4 chapter rottmnt Leo-centric fic focusing on his role as the leader in silly time travel oopsies. (The oopsies being the future timeline with the krang apocalypse hehe)

•BYMH or Between You and Me and Him aka an ongoing series where you can ask any of my peepaws anything, or tell them you hate love them. [Peepaw multiverse interview] (please state your request as for bymh)

More to see:

Upcoming Works:

•Lost Ronin aka F!Raph returns to the past under “circumstances” and it’s up to the present turtles to solve these “circumstances”.

•Estranged aka an AU where the Hamatos reunite with their long-lost sisters, Jennika and Venus. (Based on the two turtles meant to be introduced in rottmnt future seasons—we were robbed tsk tsk.) Teaser: Two Birds Jennika and Venus appearance

•(possible?) The M-Word aka a 5?-chapter post-Rise-movie angst fic that deals with Raphael’s trauma regarding what he endured in the midst of the invasion.

•(possible?) Inimitable/Spiderweb aka Big Mama imprisons F!Leo to force him to train her upcoming Battle Nexus Champions in exchange for his freedom.

•(possible?) Reunion F!Leo returns to the past once again to provide ultimate peepaw advice and give the kids the reassurance they need.

•I’m In The Wrong AU aka a joke idea where F!Leo goes through the portal to find the key and stop the krang, but he finds himself in a New York unlike the one he knows. Rottmnt x ‘12tmnt crossover

•Mystic Mirror on the wall, who the fuck are those turtles?/A Genius’s Curiosity/Mirror Realm Activities (name still undecided) aka a separated au where Donnie is raised by Draxum, Mikey raised by Big Mama, Raph raised by the Krang and Leo raised by the streets. The turtles are reunited by Donnie aka Subject 03’s newest creation, a mirror that goes beyond its purpose and creates a realm inside its reflection that the turtles use as their escape from reality.

[Tcest DNI]

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#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #future leo returns to the past with casey au #future leo au #rottmntfanficwip #rottmnt future leo #dead man's deal #leonardo come down #hamato chronicles #reunion #return of a champion #Between You and Me and Him #Whispers of Distant Souls #estranged au #distorted mirror #Setting Sun #I’m Blue… da ba dee da… #(accidentally) played american football with my newborn #lost ronin #I’m in the Wrong AU #rottmnt attached #nani nonny answers

[mathmusicninja]

TMNT Fic and Comic Recs

An ongoing list. Feel free to drop more in the notes!

(tw: strong language for the majority of these. Mind the tags and be safe!)

AO3 Authors:

T33la, (mostly ’03 with a heavy IDW influence), anything they write is great—a little spooky at times, but always with lots of comfort in the end. Personal favorite at the moment: “The Gauntlet” (but all of their stuff is seriously so good)

Flynne, (mostly ’03), I’m still reading all of their stuff (lots of one-shots with a few longer fics), but liking what I see so far, lots of really good hurt/comfort. Personal favorite fic at the moment: “Collector”

Halogalopaghost (halogalopaghost), (’03), mostly one-shots to fill in between the lines of canon. Personal favorite fic at the moment: “Doctor On Call”

AO3 Fics:

"Pretend that I Never Left" by redstringraven (sirimiri), ('03 x HZD), tw violence, during the Ultimate Drako fiasco, Mikey is taken to a different reality where animal-like machines roam the land and people live in tribes. Technically a crossover with Horizon Zero Dawn but no prior knowledge of the game is necessary! Mikey-centric long fic

"How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over" by Camildeni, (Rise x '03 x '12 x Bayverse), instead of getting himself out of a sticky situation, Rise!Mikey accidentally brings more of himself into it. Very fun and creative

"Looking for a Furr-Ever Home" by The67ImpalaDragonChild, ('03), each of the boys gains a new companion through various means. Adorable, also has hurt/comfort and holiday feels

"Little Kid with a Big Death Wish" by remrose, (Rise), tw dissociation and suicide attempt, Leo-centric recovery fic after the movie, very well written and focuses on non-linear (but upward!) healing. Can be intense at some parts. Excellent hurt/comfort

“I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good” by Dandy (@dandylovesturtles), (Rise), Leo gets mystically separated from his body and his brothers go through a lot to get him back. Dandy also has other Rise one-shots that I enjoyed (especially “Tapping Out”)

"Underdark" by Nekotsuki, '03, Mikey-centric, a bit of a whump fic but with a happy ending, very well written and one I go back to a lot

“A Tale of Spirits” by unorthodoxx (@\unorthodoxx-page), (Rise x atla), I don’t usually do cross-fandom fics like this, but this one works for me. The Rise boys end up in the atla universe because of mystic stuff and no one believes them when they say they aren’t magic spirits.

“Ghost in the Shell” (’03 x Rise), “Fusions” (’12), “The Great Skittle Heist of 2105” (’03 au), and the “Please Just Let Them Hug” series (’03 canon compliant one-shots) by AmevelloBlue (@\amevello-blue). Good hurt/comfort

“Carapace” by SkeletalConstellation (@\kettle-bird), a Rise fic based on some events in the IDW comics

“Picking up the Pieces” by Andromedabrown, GalacticDreamer, ParvumAutomaton, (Rise) pretty long but has very intricate plot. Leo accidentally ends up mystically connected to his shattered sword and his brothers go on a wild adventure to get him back

“The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin” by MelonPalooza (@\melonpalooza), (’03 x ’12 x Rise), a classic in the fandom. Has some great humor and drama. Also has a one-off crossover with “Ghost in the Shell” that was a wild ride.

“Sanctuary” by RealityBreakGirl, (’03), just a nice and fluffy one-shot, Donnie and Raph centric

“A truly French experience” by Get_dunked_off, (Rise), one-shot of Leo defending Hueso’s honor from rude customers

"Ice Cream Makes Everything Better" by mathmusic8 (yours truly :D), ('03), a series of canon compliant one shots to fill in some comfort gaps for the '03 show

"Wow, What a Coincidence" by mathmusic8 (me again ^.^), ('03 x '12 x Rise), a separated AU where the '03 boys get lost and each raise one of the Rise kids and then the kids all end up in the same summer camp. The '12 boys are camp councilors. Rise-centric. Crack fic treated seriously

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“Cass Apocalyptic Series” by @\somerandomdudelmao, (Rise), fandom classic, bad future timeline comic, this series (the “Can you carry your uncles” episode in particular) got me interested in tmnt in the first place, canon compliant

“Aftermath” (also on AO3) by @\happyfoxx-art, (Rise), aftermath of the Rise movie, very good hurt comfort (no language!)

“Replica” by @\kathaynesart, (Rise), fandom classic, bad future timeline comic, canon compliant

“2 Arms Left” by @\intotheelliwoods, (Rise), the softest peepaw au in existence (until it isn't--mind the tags for later comics)

Tblsomedoodles (@\tblsomedoodles) does a combo of comics and fics, mostly Rise but also ’03. Has some adorable Rise x ’03 AUs

"Swantello" by @\tangledinink, (Rise), a rottmnt x swan lake crossover we didn't know we wanted

"Krang Infection" by @\abbeyofcyn, (Rise), set a year after the movie. Donnie gets a krang parasite that makes him go feral turtle for a while

"Unmutated Donnie" by @\onejellyfishplease, (Rise), Donnie ends up as an unmutated softshell turtle but keeps his brain. Very cute, fun, and Donnie's snoot is the best thing on the planet XD

"Kid Leo Au" by @\angelpuns, (Rise), when Leo came out of the prison dimension he accidentally turns himself into a kid, very cute and has good hurt/comfort feels

@\heckitall has a bunch of mini comics (mostly Rise, some '03): Masterpost. Also check out "What will it be" by clandestineclairvoyant for a fanfic of heckitall's "Same as it Never Will Be" comic!

#fic rec #comic rec #tmnt fic rec #tmnt comic rec #sorry for the tags y'all #mathmusicninja talks

[nonbayanary]

Teenage Mutant Mystic DEMONS AU

(TMMDemons AU)

SENA

[ Subject SN-21. The Ghost. The Wraith. Baby Sibling ]

Agender. Listen, it's hard for him to perceive gender when it's a human social construct, and he was raised out of human society.

Pronouns: He/She/They.

Ghost Mutant: half-mortal, half ghost. The product and sole survivor of the successful human experiment, "Project Ghost."

The youngest among the four kids, and also the shortest. The Maou trio sometimes refer to him as "Baby Sibling," even when he's just a year or two younger than them.

Sena was taken from his parents when he was but an infant. He grew up in the Deimon facility, and was basically raised by the scientists who experimented on him.

Because of this, Sena never truly had a name before Doburoku adopted him and the others. The scientists only ever called him, "Subject SN-21."

It was the Maou trio who started suggesting names for Sena, after their adoption.

Hiruma kept suggesting ridiculous names like "Ghost" or "Wraith" or "Chibi."

Kurita and Musashi, however, were the ones who successfully coined the name, "Sena," as the boy was still attached to his subject name, SN-21.

Hiruma (they/them), feeling petulant that no one picked their suggestions, started calling Sena the nicknames thay they came up with anyway. When Hiruma wants to intimidate the opponent, they call Sena either "Ghost" or "Wraith."

But usually, Hiruma just calls him, "Chibi." It's Hiruma's special nickname for him, because Sena is the youngest among them. Sometimes, Hiruma likes playing around with the letters of Sena's name, and making him new nicknames.

Hiruma has called Sena: "Lil Nas X," because it has the letters S-N-A. They've called Sena other nicknames like: Onsen (hot springs), Senichi, Five Sen (an ancient banknote), Senshi (soldier), Senzo, Kaisen (fight/battle/war), Senmatsu, and even Sen no Sen (to attack your opponent before they initiate the attack they've decided on.) Hiruma thinks it's funny, and Sena doesn't really mind the nicknames.

Unlike the Maou trio, Sena never actually got to experience the ups and downs of human society.

So the Maou trio and Doburoku take him to the closest city from time to time, just to show Sena what human society looks like. They make sure he tries even the most mundane of things to give him the full experience.

The first time Sena tried pizza, his eyes lit up like stars at the taste. The scientists only ever gave him bland foods at the Deimon facility (feeding hundreds of trafficked children was expensive). Because of that, Doburoku and the Maou trio make it a contest to feed Sena different types of pizza, hoping to find his favorite flavor.

Sena doesn't have a favorite flavor of pizza, though it has come to be his favorite food. And pizza has only become his favorite food because it's party size. He loves it because he can share it with others, and because it's delicious!

Sena is often forgetful because of his trauma. He doesn't remember most of his childhood (his brain is trying to protect him to cope) but he does remember the times when the experimentation hurt the most. And sometimes, he wakes up screaming, or wakes up in the midst of a panic attack.

Because of this, the Maou trio do what Dokuroku calls a "Demon Pile." The Maou trio all sort of puppy pile onto Sena, engulfing him in comfort and safety. Doburoku makes hot chocolate of everyone, and plays some comedy movies on TV.

When Sena is toeing the line between wakefulness and sleep, that is when he is the most honest. He whispers, "Love you guys," right before he falls asleep. The Maou trio, with their enhanced hearing, will always hear it. It never fails to make their hearts squeeze.

Because Sena's the youngest, he also has the "baby sibling privileges," so to speak. (Not that he knew what that truly is, because he was raised in a metaphorical media & culture vacuum.) Sena doesn't often ask for things, so when he does, the others would practically serve him the moon on a silver platter.

Hiruma would burn down civilizations for him. Musashi, the mechanic and engineer of the family, would practically build Sena the Tower of Babel, if he asked. Kurita would crush armies for him.

Sena returns this affection with his whole being. Not really knowing what "morals" are, he would do anything for the Maou trio as well.

Sena, without his own knowledge, sometimes becomes the most brutal of his siblings when it comes to battles. More so when one of his siblings get injured, which is the one thing that angers him.

Sena rarely gets angry, even when strangers push him around. This is an effect of the scientists dehumanizing him during his childhood. The constant abuse made him think it was normal to suffer.

To combat this way of thinking, the Maou trio and Doburoku have to drill it into Sena's brain again and again: "You do not deserve to feel suffering and pain. You must not endure abuse. You must fight back, and fight for yourself."

Out of all of them, Sena has a bad habit of self-sacrifice. Having a low to non-existent sense of self-worth, he would endure even the greatest of pain for his siblings. This makes him the most predictable in battle, because when he sees one of his family about to fall into mortal danger, Sena always uses his powers to switch places with them to take the blow instead.

This is a pain in the ass, as the Maou trio care for him goddamn it, and don't want him getting hurt just to protect them. Hiruma and Musashi, being the inventors and fixers within the family, try to come up with inventions and ways to stop Sena mid-act. Kurita (she/her), as the tank, trains herself to be faster and stronger, so that she can stop Sena, and so that she can take harsher blows, to protect her siblings.

Sena started loving videogames an anime, ever since Doburoku started bringing home some games and anime DVDs from the city.

The knowledge from anime and videogames proves beneficial for the kids. Sena shows the others things he thinks they might like, from the anime and games.

He shows them cool moves he thinks they can execute as a team or individually. Battle formations, combo moves, and even sneak attacks.

As the strategist of the family, Hiruma (they/them) loves it when Sena shows them a new move he saw in a game or anime. And as the gunsmith and weaponsmith of the family, Hiruma always pay attention when Sena shows them a weapon that he thinks Hiruma would like. Rocket launchers, flamethrowers, guns, artillery, and even drones—whenever Sena shows them these, Hiruma would stop whatever they're doing just to watch.

Musashi always pays attention whenever Sena shows him a cool invention he saw from the futuristic and steampunk anime and games. Since Sena knows Musashi wants to improve their standard of living to the best of their abilities, he never fails to send screenshots and recordings whenever he sees Musashi interested in a specific fictional concept he found.

Sena sends Kurita (she/her) food from his anime and games, because he knows Kurita loves the challenge of creating a recipe, merely from a dish's final product.

Once Doburoku introduces Sena to Youtube, it becomes his primary source of information. That's where he starts actually learning about human society, and how humans act.

The family often learn Youtube terms and memes from Sena. Sometimes, Sena seems to be speaking another language entirely when he starts spouting videogame terms, or things like, "Skill issue," or "For real for real," or "L + Ratio." He's often the one to teach them what these terms mean, and Hiruma (they/them) always listens so that they can add to their vocabulary to roast their opponents better.

Because Sena was raised alongside Hiruma, this version of Sena is more playful, more willing to play pranks on his brothers. He is also less reserved and more open, as he trusts his siblings with everything.

Sena is also the most honest of his siblings. He has a hard time lying, because he has no practice. This is exactly why Doburoku, their adoptive parent, tends to always ask Sena first when he and his siblings get in trouble. As such, scenes like this one are common:

DOBUROKU: Sena, what's the matter?

SENA: [sweating bullets, eyes roaming everywhere in panic] I... Uh... We...

HIRUMA: [under his breath] Don't you rat us out, fucking chibi.

DOBUROKU: [raising an eyebrow] Well, kid?

SENA: I—uh—guh... The truth is....

HIRUMA: [raising a frying pan] Snitches get stitches.

SENA: is....

KURITA: [grabs onto Hiruma, restraining them.] Hiruma, NO!!!

HIRUMA: [trying to wriggle free] Hiruma, YES!!!

MUSASHI: [softly bonks Hiruma's head] Stand down, idiot.

SENA: The truth...

DOBUROKU: Yes?

SENA: I.... I—I farted.

EVERYONE: [Dead silence.]

HIRUMA: [slowly lowers his frying pan]

DOBUROKU: Listen, if you're gonna lie, you have to try harder. But I commend your efforts, kid. [The smell of fart reaches his nose.] Oh, you weren't joking.

Sena has the cleanest room among his siblings. It amazes the others to no end.

Sena is actually extremely interested in farming, and in plants overall. Being raised in the confines of the Deimon facility, they only know white tiled floors and grey walls. They've only ever seen plants in their food. So among his siblings, he is the most ecstatic to join Doburoku in farming their own food.

Among the kids, Sena has had supernatural abilities the longest. Being the sole survivor of Project Ghost means he had ample time to get used to his abilities long before the Deimon facility exploded.

The scientists tested the fuck outta him, so even as child, he's familiar and quite in-tune with his ghost abilities.

SENA'S GHOST ABILITIES:

Sena can see spirits (as he is some sort of hybrid ghost as well), and can interact with them.

His default is that he floats a few inches off the ground. To look normal, he has to concentrate on making his feet touch the floor.

He has the ability to pass through people and objects, and if he so pleases, cause damage to those he passes through.

He can lunge forward in short distances, like so:

This ability also proves useful, as Sena technically breaks down his molecules into energy particles colored black and blue. He then reconstructs his body in a burst of light.

If he wants to cause damage to someone or something, the fight will look like this:

This is actually why Sena's main weapons are knives. Despite being easily terrified, Sena's Ghost Abilities are better for close combat.

Sena can also turn invisible. His favorite, non-lethal strategy is to disappear, and tie up his enemies while they can't see him. In this state, time moves slower for Sena, so he appears to be a dozen times faster than normal.

This ability proves useful, as Sena is an unstoppable force in this state. The probability of enemies interrupting this move is extremely low, as Sena becomes physically untouchable.

When Sena wants to do damage, this is what it will look like in Sena's POV, due to the light difference in time dilation:

To the outside eye, he looks like he's teleporting, but he truly is not. He just deconstructs his molecules, zooms towards a direction, and the reforms his body. He does, however, develop teleportation as a mystic power.

Sena can also disappear in a cloud of smoke. This usually happens when he's too terrified. Disappearing is a flight defense mechanism, reminiscent of turtles retreating into their shells.

However, when Sena dissipates into a cloud of smoke, he leaves his skull behind. It drops to the ground, unhindered by the confines of his semi-mortal form. This skull contains the essense of his soul, so the Maou trio take care of it when Sena dematerializes.

When Sena disappears while the four are fleeing from a terrifying enemy, the Maou trio scramble to snatch his skull into their hands, and then run.

SENA'S MYSTIC POWERS:

Sena's mystic power is the ability to teleport using portals and conduits. At first, Sena was extremely disappointed to find out about this. To the untrained eye, his ghost abilities already looked quite similar to teleportation.

But then, Sena found out that he could open portals that led to far-off places as well. This, the while family thought to be extremely convenient, as they could just portal from place to place.

He can also use portals in battle. He can launch himself and his brothers into portals, as a sneak attack. Like so:

He can also use objects as conduits, to teleport from one place to another. He litters his mystic energy onto objects or in the air, and then uses those as a sort of landing pad to reappear where he left his mystic energy. In the midst of combat, he mostly uses his knives, like this:

With Sena's ghost abilities and mystic powers, it is a fact that he is the fastest among them. So as a failsafe, the Maou trio allow him to scatter some of his mystic energy onto them, and onto their gear. This ensures that when one of the trio are in imminent danger, at least Sena can reach them.

Sena's mystic powers are a manifestation of his wish to travel all around the world, and his wish to protect his siblings. Sena knows he is far from Kurita's and Musashi's strength, and even farther from Hiruma's intelligence. So Sena settles for his speed; the one quality he can be relied on to possess.

After Sena stabilized his portalling mystic powers, he and the others started going to cities more often.

Learning from the ultimate prankmaster Hiruma, Sena also sometimes pranks the others. It's all ultimately harmless; sometimes, Sena would portal them somewhere a foot above the ground, so the others stumble a little when they fall.

Sometimes, Sena would portal his brothers to bump into each other when he's feeling playful.

AU Masterpost • NEXT >

NOTE: This AU is subject to constant changes, as it is still currently under construction.

Feel free to write or make art of this AU. But please credit me, and send me the link to what you've made! I'd love to see it!!!

This AU was based on Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (ROTTMNT), and further inspired by RWBY, The Locked Tomb Honkai Impact 3, Fullmetal Alchemist, Solo Levelling, and Genshin Impact.

#eyeshield 21 #eyeshield21 #yoichi hiruma #hiruma yoichi #hiruma #es21 #hiruma youichi #youichi hiruma #kobayakawa sena #sena kobayakawa #ryoukan kurita #ryokan kurita #kurita ryokan #musashi #gen takekura #takekura gen #au #es21 au #es21 aus #es21 prompts #es21 prompt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmmdemons #teenage mutant mystic demons #tmmdemons au #rottmnt au #maou trio

[retro-stars]

I do not have the time to physically draw this concept out, but I had an idea about @somerandomdudelmao Apocalypse AU raising the dead situation and I had to write it out.

Casey: Wait, how many people are we planning on reviving?

Future Donnie: Eh, basically as many people as we can, though the rest of my siblings and Casey Senior take priority— we’ll see how many more the timeline can take before reality folds in on itself, but the of the crew should be safe— Why?

Big Raph: Wait. You’re bringing back Cassandra??

Professor Donatello: Obviously????? Why are you surprised at this information???

Future Raph: Well- Raph kinda assumed Casey were bringing back Hamatos because we become spirits?

Uncle Don: Eh, none of you guys ever passed on because of certain circumstances, such as the timeline itself kneeling over— and I absolutely would’ve revived you first anyway— but just because your Ninpō made you easier to find and shove into a physical body doesn’t mean I’m not going to revive the rest.

Baby Jones: But now they don’t have spirits for us to revive?? How are we bringing them back?

Tio Tello: Conservation of Energy and Mass, kid.

Papa Dinosaur: Conserving of what now???

Smart with (some) Common Sense™️: Y’know the whole “Energy cannot be created of destroyed, only converted” spiel I gave you when you asked why I couldn’t make electricity to power my inventions?

Reverse cyborg: I remember feeling scared for my life, yes.

Got Infected by bubblegum: Choosing to ignore that- Souls, from what I can tell, are just mildly mystic energy. Therefore, while they don’t pass on to any known afterlife—

Magical Girl Spirit Collector: —They can’t be destroyed, just found in a different form! So they should still exist and can be found!!

Future Purple: Exactly. It’ll just take a lot more math to figure out the where and some bribery of Barry to create new bodies for April and Cass. Then again, we could just make them mutant-

Everyone else: NO.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rise Donnie #rise raph #casey jones junior #future donnie #future raph #cass apocalyptic series

[corvid-case]

hello everyone :) I'm Corvid/Icarus/Shark, pronouns they/them!! Tone tags appreciated!!! Artist and writer, working on fics :D I don't have one main fandom I have FOUR do you like plastic ninja and turtle ninja and Minecraft block men because boy I do (Ninjago, ROTTMNT (I don't really know any other version I'm sorry guys), Life Series, Hermitcraft) I also really like Dreamzzz but I've just started that series so I have less feelings about it /lh Do YOU like silly little aus about Ninjago and Rise because I have many if you're interested I have a list I'll put them under the read more with their name, tags, and a short description :) ITS LONG IM SORRY LMAO Also yes there is shipping in some of these, not really in any of the Rise aus but in the Ninjago aus there's some, most of the time it doesn't really affect most of the story but I'll mention if it does

RISE OF THE TMNT

Initium Novum (#inau) Told from the perspective of an OC (lost turtle sibling called Masaccio (Acie)), takes place during the show and has a lot of other OCs in it if that's not your jam

What Do You Do When You Fall Into Heaven? (#fihau) Told from multiple perspectives, takes place during/after the movie and is a hurt/comfort. The same cast as Initium Novum, with some additions :) I really wanted to write the future guys man they all show up at some point

Who's That Hamato? (#wthau) Kind of an au of Initium Novum, it's what if Acie was also taken in by Splinter. Explores a different facet of them, explores how their relationships would be different in a different situation.

We Have Got To Stop Meeting New People Like This (#snpau) Another Initium Novum/WDYDWYFIH au but this one's Ninjago :) Similar to House of the Rising Sun (Shells) in that the Merge caused their world to join the Merged Realms, they all explore this new world and Acie gets to go nuts.

Boys of Summer (#bosau) Non-OC au, it's another separated au throw the confetti throw the sparkles- Leo focused, he's still with Splinter but Draxum is there as well and has been redeemed, the others found their own ways out of the lab and ended up in different places.

Rise from the Dead (#rftdau) Non-OC au, puts a ghostly spin on the story. The turtles are all ghosts that only April can see. There's no yokai and no mystics, but multiple yokai characters are still in the story, just as humans.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Critters (#tmncau) Sort of Minecraft au but not really, I just really really love the fanon Minecraft hybrids so I made the turtles into them :). They're mutants still but they've got distinctly Minecraft hybrid traits I've put sooo much thought into the traits for all the different hybrids it's so fun

Shell From Another Realm (#sfarau) A Rise/Ninjago crossover au, takes place post-Rise movie and post-Crystalized pre-Dragon's Rising. The turtles, April, and Casey end up in the world of Ninjago and try to find their way home while also trying to figure out this new world.

House of the Rising Sun (Shells) (#hotrsau) Another Rise/Ninjago crossover au, completely separate from the previous one in that this takes place during Dragon's Rising instead. When the Merge caused all the Realms to collide, Earth was one of them, and everyone ended up scattered across the Merged Realms. The Hamatos decide to settle in the Crossroads and meet some young faces.

NINJAGO

Some Assembly Required (#sarau) Completely rewrites the entire thing, based on the question "what if the bite from the Devourer didn't turn Garmadon evil and instead made him sick?" Garmadon is good and raising his children, the kids aren't really as in tune with their elemental powers, and I made a bunch of lore for it around the dragons and the other elemental masters please ask me about it please please /lh (has a couple ocs but not very many) (pretty shippy, a lot of poly relationships)

Web of Destiny (#wodau) Spiderman au, all six main ninja are a group of heroes, with Pixal as a vigilante. Other characters from the series feature as villains. The Dragons Rising cast also features.

The Dragon's Samurai (#tdsau) Crystalized ending rewrite, Pixal focused. Asking "what if their golden powers went haywire after they sent them to Lloyd, causing them to lose themselves? Also what if Nya got a golden form I'm so sad she didn't get one" Basically they get taken over by their powers and Pixal has to go talk some sense into them I lOVE PIXAL SO MUCH DO YOU UNDERST

Abnormal Reaction (#arau) DO YOU GUYS LIKE THE BIZARROS BECAUSE I DO this is entirely me wanting to have a Bizarro au they don't die after getting dusted they just regroup somewhere else and decide to go do their own thing after Garmadon gets defeated

A Different Vision of the Future (#advotfau) I'm lowkey embarrassed about this one lmAO it's a Genshin au,,,,, I probably won't write a fic for it like I will with the others but I wanted to draw it and explore the concept I don't even play Genshin anymore I'm crying

Ready Your Triforce, It's About To Have More Sides (#rytau) Do you guys like Breath of the Wild :) I like Breath of the Wild :) BotW/Ninjago crossover au besties they all end up in different points in time and get to interact with different pEOPLE lots of me messing around with dynamics

staring up at the sky (and hoping to see your face) (#suatsau) Veeeeery self indulgent self discovery au. Everyone but Lloyd is this almost godlike ruler of different concepts and they give him the chance to leave everything to come join them, and he has to make that decision.

Ninjas & Normies (#nanau) They're all just normal college students who like to play D&D, they each get a chance to run a campaign once they're taught how to play. Each campaign is based off a plot point or season from the show.

Departed and Service (#dasau) BASED ON Five Nights at Freddys NOT ACTUALLY A FNAF AU I don't know NEARLY enough about the fnaf lore to make an actual au with it but they're all animatronic characters from a very popular kid's TV show and Morro and Pixal are employees at their party place :) A bunch of side characters show up in this (Dragon's Rising cast also appears)

SPINJITZOON! (#spinau) It's a Splatoon au they're all having fun Ronin is basically Grizz he messes with their weapons and makes them more powerful (Dragon's Rising cast appears)

Pokemon Spin and Pokemon Whip (#pspwau) Pokemon au!!! There's two different parts to this, the first one starring Kai Nya and Lloyd, and the second starring Arin Sora Wyldfyre and Euphrasia! They all go on their adventures and in the second part Kai Nya and Lloyd see themselves in these kids and want to help them go farther

Adventures of the Dragon (#aotdau) Another D&D au but this one is them just living in a D&D fantasy style world :) silly things ensue this one's more just art than fully written story

Shapes and Colors (#sacau) Minecraft au! They're a group of friends who play on a server together and some of them are streamers and youtubers who record these sessions and put it out there for their fans, some of them do lore while some of them have no idea what's going on any of the time. Other elemental masters and Dragons Rising characters appear. (shippy, but mostly with their little characters that they made for the lore)

Lights, Camera, Action! (#lcaau) Silly actor au! Not much else to it

Song of the Sirens (#sotsau) Mermaid au, some of them are pirates and others are mermaids. Just some fun dynamics with some human/nonhuman shipping :)

Mobs of a Feather Flock Together (#moafftau) Another,, another Minecraft au this one is like Adventures of the Dragon in that they live in this world and also they're all different Minecraft hybrids I got really really into Minecraft hybrids man I just really like to draw them,,,, Dragons Rising cast is included

Ninjagoing Going Gone (#gggau) Sort of Scooby Doo-esque mystery au, kind of a blend between movieverse and showverse. Starring Arin, Sora, Wyldfyre, and Euphrasia, they're looking for the old heroes they used to hear about as kids who completely disappeared years ago. They find Lloyd and force him convince him to help them, even though he's not so sure he can.

#im so sorry this is so long #i have so many thoughts all the time #please ask me about my aus i love talking about them

[sticker-star-sketchbook]

alright let's do this >:)

(raising your mystic kid au -- episode 0)

masterpost

reblogged version with script lol

Next>>

#rottmnt #my fanart tag #rottmnt fanart #tmnt 2018 #hamato clan #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle tots #rottmnt raph #mystic baby mikey au #mystic kid au #raising your mystic kid au #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu #hamato atsuko #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au

[wynnyfryd]

AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

a masterpiece of art, it’s true | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 3, M, 3k

In the three minutes it takes them to get from the couch to Steve’s bedroom, Eddie seems to remember that he’s completely worn out from the combination of whiskey and coming so sweetly all over Steve’s tongue. Steve licks his lips, savors the evidence still lingering in his mouth, and tries not to look too over the moon when Eddie flops back onto his mattress with an exhausted huff.

stupid fucking star stuff | stardust au, M, 3.4k (in progress)

“Munson, stop tongue-fucking my merch displays,” Guy scolds him, shoving Eddie away from the glass he’s been drooling over. His beloved is laid out inside the case, lit up from behind like some fair maiden sleeping in a mystical wood, just waiting for her one true love to come and plant some sick riffs on her gleaming body.

“I’d be so good to you, baby,” Eddie whispers to the guitar, fingertips trailing over the glass lid.

relax (that’s that) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 2, E, 2.6k

The bats are choking him. One of the stupid little fuckers has its tail around his throat, and three more curl around his thrashing limbs, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of his belly, gnawing their way through to the good bits, the muscle and sinew and his fucking intestines and—

“—Eddie!” Steve shouts, shaking his shoulders with his big warm hands

relax (lay back) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 1, E, 12k

“Eddie!” Steve calls out playfully as he weaves his way through the rows of mats, surveying the class’s posture. “Get those buns out of the air, come on, now.”

So yeah, becoming weirdly close friends with his former sort-of nemesis turned yoga instructor crush in the wake of surviving unspeakable evils together is, uh…

It’s going horribly.

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Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I came on the tits of a guy with great hair

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I seen those boys kissing boys

Open-mouth in the street

But I raised my son to be a righteous man

I made it clear to him what fear of God means

The path we walk is only narrow and straight

No son of mine will wander astray

- Desert, Brand New

Steve shows up at Eddie’s door at 8:46pm.

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Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.

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“Steve,” Dustin calls as he skids into the Harrington kitchen on Christmas Eve Eve with his muddy shoes still on.

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Eddie’s not staring. The man currently shepherding a gaggle of college kids up to his booth is tall and blond and tan with wire glasses perched on his freckled nose and biceps that threaten to burst right out of his silly striped polo shirt, and Eddie is a professional who meets thousands of fans at conventions every year and he’s. not. staring.

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Steve’s gonna fucking die. He’s close to planning his funeral arrangements at this point, absently running through a list of florists and pianists he might still know from his church days, desperate for a distraction because—

“Keep your hips still, sweetheart,” Eddie chides, forearm like a crowbar over Steve’s jolting hips as he pins him down again.

thank you for the tag @infinite-orangepeel 💜 tagging @gorgeousgreymatter-x @steddielations @aidaronan and anyone else who wants to play

#steddie #steddie fic #my fics #tag game #ao3 tag game

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

I've seen you mention on some posts that Ninjago had an affect on your relationship with being Asian, and I was wondering if you had any thoughts you wanted to share on the subject of Asian representation in Ninjago.

Feel free to disregard if the subject is too personal.

This is absolutely fine! In fact I’ve been itching for an excuse to talk about it for a while, because this show deeply influenced my writing growing up, and honestly I'm sick of most of the people getting noticed for discussing it being white.

So, I think Ninjago’s Asian representation is garbage. It’s not unique: there was a common trend in 2010’s kids’ media to make everything cooler by including Ninjas or, more generally, Asians Doing Martial Arts. I remember it being in media as distant as Club Penguin and many Flash games back in the day, as well as worse cartoons I don’t bother to remember the name of. I’m fairly sure adult-geared Kung Fu movies also had a hand in this, but I didn’t watch those as a kid.

But Ninjago’s particularly bad in that they’ve kept doing this for over 10 years, and it’s baked into their story.

Everything from them not checking up how ‘ninjutsu’ was spelled, to them not actually making the characters have Asian skintones in that one anime segment, to that one time they based Nya’s outfit off a clearly named Cheongsam from Pinterest and called it a Kimono? It all just reeks of people who wanted to make a quick buck of an entire continent’s ‘aesthetic’ and the mysticism around it, rather than portray them as actual people.

There’s a really great website by someone (who I can’t remember the username of) detailing all the Orientalism of the show up until about season 10. It dives very deeply into how the design language of Ninjago always seems to be based in making the actually ‘Asian’ parts of the show evoke more of a feeling of East Asia than actually being accurate to any one culture, and a lot of inaccuracies and why they arose.

A poignant point it raises is that any time we get a cool character or place, they’re always portrayed as more western-coded and ‘civilised.’ Jamanakai Village is poor and the villagers are rude. Ninjago City is civilised and clearly closer to what white people are used to living in. Lloyd is this world’s destined saviour, and he is blonde. There was *one* Asian voice actor on the VA team. And 2/3 of the Ninja team is white-coded by name.

Some my own observations over the years also include:

Jay’s ‘yin to my yang saying’ being completely made up.

That intro to… season 7, I think? Where the Ninja fight off some slave-drivers whipping people working a rice farm. Which never gets brought up again.

Nadakhan’s entire design is the only bit of South-Asian rep we get for the first few years, and his mythology is inaccurate to how actual Djinn work, and he’s acknowledged by the creators to have a sexy voice and be an absolute creep.

Having enjoyed Monkie Kid, I think Ninjago’s Asian rep is fundamentally unfixable. It was built to appeal to a western audience that simply thought the concept of ninja were cool, and thought of Asia only as a conglomerate where people had powers and did cool fight sequences or were otherwise savages. And also where the entirety of South Asia doesn't exist.

Like, I've tried to make an AU where I overhauled things completely to be better rep, and you just can't do it without breaking the show in half. Half of a character's name comes from Japan, and the other half from China. You're going to be losing something whatever you choose (shout out to Koko from the movie), and it gets uncomfortable to think about real quick, especially when the show's strongest suit is its characters.

As a kid who was part of a diaspora, Ninjago definitely didn't help my fucked up viewpoint of being cool only if I passed as white enough and viewed my parents' country as a magical but ancient land rather than part of reality.

#like legit that website and seriously thinking about all this lead to me bringing this up to my therapist and unpacking it lmao #I think that's as personal as I will get with it #thank you for giving me this ask I was feeling kinda down tonight and this let me calm down a bit lol #i'd apologise to all my non-ninjago followers for the wall of text but i love this mutual of mine and they *will* get interesting commentar #ninjago critical #asks #dots dots dots

[ziracona]

Hey folks! As always, Tumblr gets the update first. Time to make a break for Chaldea. [Fate/GO AU – The Kid (pt: 1, … 22,23, 24, 25, ?)]{Some spoilers for original Grand Order run/through Temple of Time, vaguer situational spoilers for later arcs}

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“How’s it coming?”

I glance up at the beautiful dark-skinned queen above me. Her head is tilted, eyeing the makeshift workshop I’ve essentially pulled out of a steamer trunk.

I wish I’d gotten the chance to know you better. I guess I should be thanking my lucky stars one of the people here seems to know me at all, though.

“Pretty good!” I say, which is true mostly. I bite through a thread, and hold up a little white jacket. “I don’t have time to make it very versatile,” I add, thinking about the last one of these I made. About how many. About the first one, too. About the little girl who wore them, and is out there right now, about to wear one for the first time again. “Really, there was only time to focus on its ability to help focus precise magical energy. I’d prefer to give her something better, but, I guess I’ll have to wait on that.”

Queen Makeda smiles.

“Is it weird?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Probably,” she agrees happily, “But which part?”

“The seeing the future. That’s one of the few Caster skills I don’t possesses in any form,” I say, “But, you just looked at the next two weeks. Did you already have this conversation?”

She looks at me very quietly and very thoughtfully. Maybe it was a dangerous question for me to ask? She did say even talking about what is seen, even seeing it, can change the outcome.

But, she blinks, and the smile comes back. “No, not this conversation. This one is new. …It is weird,” she adds, “when I go through one that is not.”

I bet, I think. Huh, so in the events she saw, I didn’t ask. She must have said something different afterwords, about not wanting to share too much, which prompted me to ask, which—Mmm, this kind of magecraft makes your head hurt. Best to drop it, for now.

“They about ready?” I ask, standing up with my coat. For all of this conversation being new, she didn’t show up until I was on the last stitch of my mystic code, so some of what’s happening must be in line with what she knew to expect. That’s…probably a good thing, I decide, favoring some optimism.

Queen Makeda nods. “Memory partition went smoothly. That Archer was a caster in life, so while he’s not really good at this, and hasn’t done it before, it was easier to explain the theory of the process to him, and get it done, than it would be with your standard Archer.”

“I wonder if he could be summoned as one?” I wonder as I straighten up to follow her, “A caster, I mean.”

“Hm. I guess he could,” she says like she doesn’t expect it to happen, “He’s not a normal heroic spirit, though. He belongs to the Counter-Force, so, the rules might just not really apply like they should.”

“Speaking of,” I say, eyeing the area around us, and finding it blissfully free of other heroic spirits—I guess they’ve gone to try and help Roman and Ritsuka, “I know why you’re here—or, on the throne, I guess I should say—but what are you going to tell him?”

Queen Makeda eyes me, then looks straight forward. “That I can’t explain it yet.”

“Mmmm,” I agree with a smile, “Passing the buck to future you. God’s best temporary solution.”

That merits a little chuckle.

“And you?” she asks. I feel her eyes on me, but keep mine ahead.

“I’ve told him I think as much as I can. Right now, anyway. Maybe more of the particulars will help as we go, but..." But I have no idea what the fuck is going on, I think in my head.

Obviously, this didn’t happen the first time. Which means this is…an alternative timeline? An alternate reality?

Why? I guess I know why I’ve still got my memories, as almost impossible as that is, but. “Why do you remember?” I ask Queen Makeda.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn her head and raise an eyebrow, and then she faces forward like me as we walk, voice low, so no one we pass might hear. “I put myself on the throne. I make my own rules.”

A simple answer. I can’t know her details, but it’s true she chose to become a heroic spirit. Gave up an afterlife of freedom to join us in the shit, because Solomon was lost. I guess it’s easy enough to believe she could at least cut herself a better deal. And if she’s lying for some reason, and I can’t see why she would, I guess it doesn’t matter now anyway. If there is one single thing I can count on from the Queen of Sheba, it’s that as long as I’m with Archaman, she’s not against me. Something we have in common.

“So.” I stare forward, let out a breath. One of us has to say it. “What is this?”

She pauses in her step. I wait a pace, for her to match my stride again, and she does. She doesn’t look over.

“I don’t know.” I can hear in her voice she doesn’t like the answer. “I shouldn’t be here yet, and neither should you. It’s not our timeline. No…it’s not…our first timeline.”

Not our first?

I guess there’s the semantics of real and not real if you look at it as ours or not.

“So. An alternate reality?” I hazard. “A singularity?” God, I hope not.

“…”

I steal a look, and the line of her mouth is set. I didn’t expect her to look any specific way at all, I think, but somehow, it still wasn’t like that.

“…In our worst case, I think we have to consider it could be a Lostbelt…” she says finally, voice bitterly sad.

“A what?” I ask, glancing over, brow knit.

She looks back genuinely surprised, and then like she’s mentally kicking herself. “Oh, of course. You died before- …” She lets out a breath, and stops walking. “Could you…?”

I throw up a bounded field for sound, and across the plane of swords, just barely in line of sight, I see Mozart’s head shoot up, and him give me a look. God damn that little Caster is adept at sensing things.

“The singularities you repaired? The ones Goetia caused? They were made to make the timestream unstable, to destroy things with pinpoint attacks at major events in history. A Lostbelt is a similar concept, but instead of a specific time targeted for its significance, made to cause massive damage to the flow of time and the world as it was, it’s more like…You know how the basic theory of time itself, is that we stand on a point in a river? Time behind you is set. You’ve done it. But ahead of you, it splits, into billions of possible little streams.”

“Entropy,” I agree, “People misdefine it as the state of extant decay, but it’s not. It’s the lessening of futures, in a sense. Of potential futures. The more defined, final state of something, the lessening of potentials, as the energy of an object is spent from the potential, into the concrete.”

“Exactly,” agrees Queen Makeda, “Time can be viewed, in a sense, as just another object experiencing Entropy, experiencing a lessening of potential futures, as the energy for them is transferred from potential, into the existing world around us. A decision tree becoming set. A Lostbelt, is what happened when you died. It’s a calculated attack on the Earth—or, the original Earth—our Earth. Our…everything: history, lives, everyone who ever lived, everything ever gained, or lost, or sacrificed for, experienced, made. All of it. By going back to an earlier branch on the decision tree of time, as it were, and—with massive magical cost—diverting the flow of time into a different branch. A ‘Lostbelt.’ A world that was lost, that shouldn’t be, grown out of a decision that wasn’t made.”

“…And like time…” I say.

“…Only one branch can, in the end, be chosen,” she finishes with me. Our eyes meet, and I see the weight of it all.

It hurts. I wish to God I was still with Ritsuka. I—in a sense, no, in two very real senses, both here and there, I am. But, in a sense that hurts me right now, I’m also not. Not for either of them.

“…You think that’s what this is?” I ask, gesturing to the world around us. Shit, if it is, then…? What do we even do? Try to destroy it? I…

I can see Roman, up ahead, talking to Ritsuka. Congratulating her, tapping her shoulder, all excited and goofy and somehow full of hope still, after all the world has put him through. All he knows is waiting ahead, for it to ask of him and take. I can’t stand it. She’s a baby again, like when I first saw her. Not the young woman I left, whose last expression was horror and pain, who I left alone. The kid, the one who looked at me with the same surprise this one did, when I first met her, and then gave me a grin. Not broken yet.

They’re standing by Emiya, and I am struck by the look in his eyes. He must be exhausted. He usually hides it well--…hid, it well, in Chaldea. He made food for people. He was like a mom to the kids. But occasionally, in the worst of it, I’ve seen this look on him before. He had it when he was first summoned, and he had it at the Temple of Time; again, in Shinjuku, looking in a broken mirror. It’s a look like he’s trying to beat himself over an anvil into a shape that can hold up, hold out, just one more day. Something alive and dead, more than any heroic spirit I’ve ever known. I am struck by the look, because I have seen Ritsuka wear its shadow too, after the Temple of Time. I didn’t think about it before, but watching her now, without a hint of it on her face, I see its absence in his shadow.

I can’t, I think, an agony in my chest, I can’t kill them. I wouldn’t stand against my own, either. If they were attacked, I would protect them. But…to work against…any Roman, any Ritsuka. I just…

Could the universe really be so cruel? I wonder, knowing the answer, Would you dare to give me such a task after the last one? Could you really do that to him, to her? I look at Roman, Makeda.

“…No,” says the Queen of Sheba.

I turn to her.

“…'No’?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t rule it out. I know it’s possible, but…It’s…wrong, too.”

Wrong? “How so?” I ask, hope starting to spike.

She gives me a sorry smile. “I’m really not sure what specifics it’s safe to tell you, so I’m not going to share most until we’ve made that death-defying jump in your Shadow Border. All I can say is that I don’t think it’s a Lostbelt. I don’t know, because I only looked two weeks in the future, but…” She considers, bites a lip. “People are…missing.”

“People are missing,” I echo, trying to guess.

“And other people…are here. Who shouldn’t be. Not in a ‘this is another time,’ or ‘another version of time,’ way either. It’s…specific. Targeted, almost. Like….” Whatever it’s like, she doesn’t say. She looks past me, at some of the civilians, and I turn to look with her. It hasn’t even occurred to me that they might be significant, beyond me being glad we saved some people, of course. But, she’s picking specific ones out of the crowd one by one at lightning speed like she’s checking her answers on a math problem, and her expression says whatever she expected, she was right.

She turns back to me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to you more, eventually, but.” She shakes her head.

“Right. The jump.” I agree. “We do need to survive that part.”

She puts a hand on my shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think this is Lostbelt. I don’t think it’s a Singularity either. I think it’s something very, very different.”

“Not an alternate universe then, old fashioned, pure and simple?” I ask hopefully.

She shakes her head, then hesitates and tilts it, thinking. “Maybe, but not pure and simple, if it is.”

“Can you…if not with the why, give me a hint at least to the what?” I ask.

She has taken a few steps already, but right at the edge of the bounded field I threw up, she pauses and turns to look at me. She thinks, and thinks again. Then meets my gaze with an expression I don’t know a way to describe. “In a word, ‘Life.’”

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“You said that this whole…everything happening early, you think it’s simultaneity?” says Da Vinci with a grunt of effort on the last word.

Together, she and the Doctor lift a piece of armor plating, and I hold it in place at the top, from on the roof of what we’ve got of the car, as Robin attaches it.

I’m amazed at how strong she is, after the effort all four of them in the memory-transfer…walk…whatever it was, expended that hour they did it. I’ve never seen pure concentration leave anyone looking so drained—for his part, Emiya’s barely on his feet. He’s still going, waving his hands, summoning piece after piece after piece of this thing, with no end, but he looks like he’s about to throw up, and we spirits aren’t really supposed to do that anymore.

When they’d just finished, Da Vinci didn’t look a whole lot better, and neither did our two Masters, but she’s bounced back, hard. So has the Doctor—or, well, he’s putting a really brave face on and doing pretty well at least. My lord has insisted on helping, despite how much we tried to make her rest, but she looks even worse than Emiya, so she’s been asked to sort the smaller bolts and wires and circuits. Which she’s doing, with the dedication of a woman restoring a priceless painting.

She’s really something, I think, watching her carefully sort parts of the dashboard Emiya has made, hands shaking, but not dropping a single bolt.

I smile. It…feels a little odd on my face, after the last…I…I have no idea how long I was in there, I realize. Time blurred so much with half a neck, I couldn’t even guess. But surely weeks, maybe months. Still, everyone else is bouncing back from hardships so dedicatedly, I have to try and not let them down. And, I do feel more and more like my old self. It’s strange, to be part of a team this big as a heroic spirit, but I am used to it very much from my time alive. It makes me happy to be able to do it again.

“Kotarou, can you attach this to the top?” calls up Billy. He tosses some kind of antenna my way, and I catch it, pretty easily find the slot where it’s meant to go, and give him a nod.

“Well,” manages the Doctor, out of breath, as the piece of plating he was securing is welded in place and he’s free to let go, “It’s the only thing that makes sense—well, no, it still doesn’t. But, it’s the closest I can get.”

“I understand that,” says Da Vinci thoughtfully, turning and looking for her next part, and crying out an ‘Ah-ah-ahhhh!’ of extreme dislike as she sees Cu Chulainn going past with what I guess is a really delicate piece, and she snags the crystal-looking device from his hands and hugs it to her chest. He sighs in annoyance at her, but shrugs, and goes back to get something different. “—but,” she continues, turning back to the Doctor, who is on his way now to attaching a hubcap to one of the wheels, “That’s…well, it isn’t how simultaneity works.”

“Oh?” says David, sliding half out from where he’s welding part of the undercarriage.

“Yes.” She turns back to the Doctor. “Simultaneity doesn’t work in events causally connected.”

“That’s what I thought,” says one of the human civilians. The doctor and Da Vinci both look at her in surprise, having forgotten she was there. I didn’t. There were only a few of the humans who had skills that they were able to talk their way into being considered both useful and trustworthy enough to help in building this car, and who Queen Makeda OK’d from her look into the future, and she’s one of those few. She was also the girl who brought Miss Da Vinci a sketchbook to work on when this plan was pitched, and I noticed back when she did that that there were a lot of schematics drawn on the pad, meaning she must do some kind of scientific work. She’s been awful quiet since being handed transistors to affix to part of the cab, but I can tell she’s been listening.

I don’t really think she’s a threat—I mean, I don’t think any of the humans here are. Even if they ordinarily might be, it would be hard for any of them to have an allegiance counter to continuing to be alive. Just, it’s my job to protect my lord, so it’s better to be careful and not need it after all, than ignore potential threats no matter how unlikely, and later wish you hadn’t.

“Well,” says the doctor, stopping what he was doing and wiping his forehead with a sleeve. I guess he and Da Vinci reached the same conclusion as me, regarding the young woman because neither one seems deterred in talking by being reminded she exists. “As a theory, yes. But not if an active force faster than the speed of light is in play.”

The human girl tilts her head, thinking about that.

“Did you catch her name?” I ask Billy and David mentally, since they’re the two close enough to know who I’m talking about.

“No—sorry,” says Billy sheepishly, and a half-second later David very proudly says, “Well I did—It was Adele.”

Adele, Adele, I think, committing it to memory with the face.

“Okay. Sure…” says Da Vinci slowly, considering the point as Doctor Romani goes back to work, “But in that case, what would that force be? It can’t simply be an…aberration in perspective, you seeing, or, experiencing events two months before they happen. Either you would have to be…living, or something, at a speed faster than the natural state of existence itself, or he and you would have to be traveling normally, but the incineration itself, would have to be happening at a speed so much faster than light that…”

He's nodding.

“But…this didn’t happen the-“ She stops mid-sentence and rolls in her lips in with a whoops look on her face.

He turns his head to watch her.

She gives a ‘haha ^u^' ‘ look back. I don’t know what either of them are thinking, but after a moment, she sighs, and says, “…You know I’m from a time in your future. I know from you, that this isn’t the way it happened.”

…But…then.

“…So, something changed…” he says with interest, brows furrowing. He sets down his wrench and turns, still sitting, to face her.

“Not just one thing. Unless it changed quite a while ago, and it butterfly effected a lot,” she says, voice lower. I can hear her from up top, and David can, I’m sure, from under the car, but I’m not sure anyone else could at all, even Adele – maybe Billy though.

“…You couldn’t say what?” he asks her.

She thinks, then slowly shakes her head. I am very sure it’s the truth, because she looks so genuinely annoyed by her answer.

“Maybe not as much as I think,” she offers after a moment, letting out a breath. Absently, she tosses the crystal in her hands from resting most of its weight in one palm, to the other. “For all I know, it felt like this to anyone caught outside in the incineration of humanity. It took a whole year the first time, for it to finish, from Chaldea’s perspective, once it began. Maybe the only real difference is that you weren’t in the same place.”

The Doctor thinks, then nods. “I hope you’re right,” he says, offering her a slightly worried smile, “I think that’s the best case answer for us all.” He goes back to his work on the tire, and then adds, “I wouldn’t worry about the displacement itself as being the root issue—the entire incineration is based on disrupting time. Of course some things would, or at least could, get severely broken. I think we’re better off trying to figure out the why here. That’s the part that worries me.”

Da Vinci nods to herself. She glances at him and watches him fondly, like a family member, and then smiles. “Well, you gave me a lot to think about. Thank you.”

“Keep me posted, if you figure anything o—”

“—Oy, lovebirds! He seems fine with a walk and talk, but you gonna stand there with an engine component all day, or get back to it? We’re on a schedule,” snaps Cu Chulainn as he passes Da Vinci, deeply peeved.

As interested as I am in their conversation, I think I’m with him on this one. I’m not sure how much longer Emiya can hold out, and I don’t want to find the answer to that the hard way. My Lord looks so hopeful and calm right now, working on her part of the Border, but I still remember the look on her face when we thought it was a bomb, back in the city, and there was nothing we could do about it. I don’t want to lose again. Not for this Master.

“Sor-ry for breathing for thirty seconds,” says Da Vinci, both very wrong about the amount of time that took, and clearly not actually mad at all. She hefts her crystal and vanishes inside the border after him.

It’s a lot of work, finishing the border, but with all three of the casters working together, the initial memory-transfer went fast enough that at least we aren’t under a time crunch. I mean—w-we are, but, not a worse than expected one. All told, there’s a lot less panic than I expected from the situation.

I mean, I know I’m off my game—I’m still trying to, in an almost literal sense, put my head back on straight. I almost wish the throne took memories passively during a summon right now, because I’d love to spend less time thinking about the last month—it’s slowing me down, and I can’t be like that. I have to be at maximum efficiency always, for any lord worth serving. And with the entire world at stake?

It's…terrifying. I mean, thank luck it’s not just me, not by a long shot, but this? …Heroic spirits are used to threats, but aside from maybe the Counter Force agent, we mostly don’t get called in on retainer for End of the World on this scale. I really want to do a good job. And yet, it’s not as bad or as terrifying, as it should be. Maybe because it’s so many of us? I think that at first, but, no. I don’t really think that’s it either. As the Border comes together, and I watch, and work, I think it’s for a lot of reasons. It’s like…watching a weaver finish a blanket, pulling on the loom, threads lining up and winding together just right, to make the correct image when it’s finished. Doctor Romani is capable and calm, friendly, a little bit humorous. It’s hard to imagine a more likable man to follow, even if he doesn’t always exude battle confidence. That makes sense to me though, I mean, he’s medical staff. His job is a good bedside manner. His job is to heal.

Wait, that’s not right, I think, helping Robin lower the last part of the engine into the front while Billy starts to secure it, He’s not. Not really. But then again, yes, he is. He’s just a lot of things, now, I guess.

I should be reassured to have what (although he hasn’t mentioned it) if my memories from the throne are right, and despite how ruined my head is right now, I’m pretty sure they are, a Grand Caster with us. Even without his spirit origin, his knowledge alone should be the most comprehensive a person could wish for. But, funny enough, that knowledge is not what’s helping the most. It helped, sure—his memory partition idea worked wonders, and the Border, a chain summon—but it’s his demeanor that’s making this run smooth. It’s the Doctor-ness. And he and his new caster—or, Da Vinci—they work like two shoes in the same set. Even though he doesn’t know her, her knowledge of him seems to be enough to find a rhythm immediately, and I guess, him being a former spirit, a relationship only one party remembers being picked up again is hardly news.

On top of that, Ritsuka is great, not just as a master, but she is spending a lot of time working with the civilians. They were angry, and scared, and who could blame them for it? Now, the ones who can help are attaching drive chairs to the Border, and the ones who can’t are helping take care of the injured, or keeping the few kids here calm, working out a shift schedule for sleeping, handing out food. I think my new lord would make a great community organizer.

Probably most important, and largely because of her and the first young civilian man who started trying to help her out there, whom I've heard her call Patxi, their mood has changed. Or, maybe their outlook. In only a few hours, they’ve become hopeful, and united. It’s a real sight.

And then, of course, there’s the other spirits. It would always be reassuring to have a reliable seer, so the Queen is very welcome, as is her assurance we’re going to make it through this. But the others? It’s funny. Like they mentioned right before the world ended, they seem to have, except for me, all come in sets. It can’t be coincidence. I believe in chance and fate both, a give and take of free will and destiny at war, but I know enough to know when something was happenstance for sure, and when it definitely wasn’t. One or two of us would be nothing, but the entire set? That’s too much coincidence to be coincidence. Especially with the Doctor pulling his own set immediately here. The Archer, Emiya, and his Lancer—they know each other. Despite their bickering, Cu Chulainn is like a hawk, trying to make sure the man stays alive, and Emiya always relies on him first, if anyone, in battle. I think maybe they were rivals, based on the sort of strange…frenemyship, that they have going. Billy and Robin are best friends, excited to be together. And then of course, Salieri and Mozart are tied by life and death both, even by nature, on Salieri’s end. It would be hard for anyone to be more connected, except perhaps David and the Doctor, by blood.

It has been helpful, in a way that cannot be accounted for in any other means. There is a trust that doesn’t need building, at least within sets, the ability to predict and work together has at least halved our difficulty and time on most of what we’ve been trying to do.

Which leaves me.

I am not at all unhappy to be here—I am very, very lucky. Not just to be rescued, but, to be working with someone like Miss Fujimaru. But…I don’t fit. I’ve met Robin, once, but I don’t remember it. I think it must have just been a mage ritual, and probably one of us killed the other. It was nothing of significance. Nothing with grudge, or friendship. Business, and fast, and impersonal, and not one that left anything but an echo on either of our memories. So then…why?

As the hours slip past a full day, and into the second, I keep wondering this.

I feel like…there must be an answer. How can everyone come in sets, but me? How can everyone have a clear purpose here, but me? I see the two new Casters whispering together some, and I hear the Queen of Sheba say something about fate, like a pattern, like a game of chess. I don’t hear the context.

But I think. I am always thinking. It is my duty, because I have someone to keep safe.

So, if it is a tapestry someone wove, like my instincts told me, then what thread am I? If it is a game of chess, if there is a reason, or a pattern, or fate. If there is anything at work here, but chance, and I feel so, so deeply certain in my gut that there is, then…why me?

I cannot find an answer. I look from every angle. Connection first, then purpose. Billy was the first. Emiya had the reality marble, and got Ritsuka her crest. Robin Hood I am told by Billy, kept Ritsuka alive by figuring out a way to make her invisible, and Cu Chulainn kept everyone alive at Ur Shanabi. Doctor Romani has knowledge. King David saved his life. Mozart made the summons here possible. Salieri saved Mozart. Sheba and Da Vinci are saving us now. So, why me?

I helped, in Mercury’s battleground. I am helping now. But, would they have needed me? Besides which, if I hadn’t been at Mercury, they wouldn’t have needed me for help with the aftermath at all. Everyone else was at Ur Shanabi. I was the only reason they went to Mercury. So why? Why me?

It’s not some…feeling of inadequacy. I’m an assassin; I know I’m weaker than most classes, and that’s okay. I am what I am, and I have my strengths as well as weakness. We all do. It’s just…I’m afraid, that if there is a reason, which there must be, I’m missing it. And that that is a mistake. That because of it, I will make some…error, in someone else’s cosmic chess game I just can’t quite make out, and it will cost the best master I’ve ever had. It…disquiets me. So, I keep thinking. I keep thinking, and thinking, and thinking, but I don’t find.

A few hours before the border’s completion, which should land a good ten hours before our deadline, still lost in these thoughts, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Sorry. Am I in the way?” I ask Da Vinci, who stands behind me.

“Yeah—if you could scoot a little,” she says, reaching over and past me onto the dashboard, affixing a screen to it. I duck out of the way and take a step back, reminding myself to finish connecting the wires I was halfway through whenever she’s finished.

It takes a few seconds, and she straightens up and turns, and as she does she glances at me, then gives me a long once-over.

“…What?” I ask a little nervously, all things considered.

“Nothing,” she says, what sounds honestly, “It’s just interesting.”

Interesting? “Me being here?” I guess.

She begins to step past me, then pauses, glancing past, to the people in the back of the Border, attaching seatbelts to the many, many rows of seats. Maybe, I think, looking for people she doesn’t want to overhear.

“Yeah,” she says, satisfied by who she sees, or, doesn’t, “I told you I know all of you, except the Avenger.”

I give a nod. “I’m…sorry,” I think to add, after a second, “That I don’t remember you.”

She smiles. “Eh, it hasn’t happened to you yet. I don’t think you could. Although I’ll be very offended if you forget me now.” She preens happily.

I smile on impulse. A very interesting woman.

“Okay.” Ritsuka’s voice, from outside, and a second later, she steps in. “I think all that’s left is the protective coating, and the seats, right?” she asks, spotting Da Vinci.

Da Vinci gives a nod. Ritsuka beams, relieved. “Well, and a few wires and such on the dash, but it’s easy stuff left,” adds Da Vinci.

Right. I step past her and resume my own work.

“What else can I do?” asks Ritsuka, “Should I help with the seats, or mapping out where people are going to go?”

“Mmmm,” considered Da Vinci, “Do mapping—you’ve talked to the civilians probably the most, so you’ve got a good idea of family units that’ll put up a fight about being separated.”

“You got it,” says Ritsuka.

She starts to go, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Da Vinci watching her. “Ritsuka,” she calls, when my lord is almost out the door. Ritsuka pauses on the step up, and glances back. “What would you say is the reason everyone is working so hard here? You too?” She sounds as if she’s puzzling something big slowly out in her head.

“The reason?” echoes Ritsuka, brow furrowing. She starts to answer, but then, seeing the look on Da Vinci’s face, she pauses to think harder about the answer.

Watching her, I feel a flicker inside my head, and I’m suddenly getting memories that aren’t mine—they’re hers. I have no skill like this. Maybe it’s the mystic code Da Vinci made for the memory transfer, that she’s still wearing, linking up on accident somehow, or maybe she’s thinking so hard she’s thinking at me on accident, with the link between Servant and Master, I-I don’t know, but either way, I see a sudden flood of thoughts like a flurry of snapshots and six second clips.

I see Patxi, who was the first of the civilians inside Blade Works to start helping her, offering her a hand and telling her to stand up and fight for it. I see her memory of Cu Chulainn ready to go ahead and die, because he was free, and Emiya pushing for them to get the Doctor to save him. Salieri, and Mozart, and the things they say to each other all strung together, heavy and light and a little jarring. The way Billy reacted, to what must have been finding Robin in Ur Shanabi, pistol whipping someone into a wall and sliding to a rest by the bed. And then I see her point of view of the way Billy talked to me. It makes the bottom of my stomach drop out, seeing my head half off in that trap in her memory, but she remembers it so much clearer than I do, and there’s something I’m deeply grateful to see, in the way Billy looks sick, taking a knee by me. She thinks of what I said to her, when she freed me, like it’s as important as these other memories. I see someone I think is the cowboy, in a trap very different from mine. Then memories of mages, things they said to her at Ur Shanabi about us being dead familiars, followed by a pile of memories of the ways we talk to each other, and to her. It almost breaks me, to see it like this. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything as beautiful, since I died, as the way this girl remembers us.

She thinks then of what must be her mom and dad, and a brother, they look so much like her. Eating a meal, fishing, her and the brother play-fighting over a game. And she replays moments of fear, again and again. Some of them I haven’t even heard the other spirits talk about. I see monsters, of all kinds, and humans with guns, mages, and threats, and I feel pain as her hand breaks, and she’s thrown back, as she falls, and the overwhelming terror she felt in the city, when the skyline began to dissolve.

And still. Those memories are tempered, by memories of everyone else here. Of their fear, and of their hope. Adele with her sketch book running up to help, with no idea what monsters who ruined her world we might be. Of Patxi helping her organize. Of the people sharing snacks, and bandaids, and ripping up shirts to hold a broken bone in place with one of the sheathes of a sword from this empty reality marble holding us up as the last bastion on earth.

The moment of connection breaks as she refocuses on Da Vinci, and I cannot look away, nor do I want to. There is a feeling in my chest I didn’t know before.

“Isn't it obvious?” says Ritsuka. “To live.”

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“Preliminary systems, online!” calls Da Vinci.

“…Did you really have to put that right here?” I ask, feeling the most uncomfortable I think I’ve ever felt in my life.

“YES,” comes her absolutely untruthful reply.

I do my best not to look at it as I flip the last of the ignition switches, and slide forward to lock the captain’s chair into jump position. To help power the border’s calculations, and to operate a jump with as much precision as possible, Da Vinci has constructed and entered some horrible human-sized tank of bio-gel and hooked herself up to this massive apparatus, and the biometrics-to-mechanics streamline I get, but why she had to bolt the damn thing to floor literally three feet from me so there’s a giant glowing blue vat of scantily clad genius woman looking down on me at all times, I cannot begin to understand. Honestly, at this point, I think she and Makeda both are just having fun kicking the shit out of my walking corpse.

Well, I think, closing my eyes and trying to regain a little composure, At least if we all die in a few seconds, you can look her in the face and say something snippy with your last breath.

Weirdly comforting.

“Wonderful! And we’re almost ten hours ahead of schedule!” says my father happily, sliding into the co-pilot’s seat and swiveling it into the lock position beside me.

“Get out of that. It’s for Makeda,” I say.

“What? Why?” he asks, trying so hard to look hurt, “She can’t have any more experience driving a modern vehicle than I do.”

“The only heroic spirit here with any experience driving modern vehicles is Emiya,” I say flatly, “Makeda can look into the future.”

He clicks his tongue in disappointment and, when he can’t figure out how to un-lock the seat, just unbuckles the strap and crawls off over the top.

I put my head in my hands.

“There, there,” comes Makeda’s voice.

Dammit. Didn’t want her to see that.

I feel her hand on my shoulder, a reassuring squeeze, and then she taps the unlock on the seat, and slides into place on my left side, reaching up to flip her array of switches in the same sequence I just set mine.

“This is your technical advisor speaking,” comes Da Vinci’s voice through the P.A. system she’s using while inside the biogel vat, “We’re about to take off for Zero Sail. Everyone, if you could please take your seats, buckle-up, make sure all carry-on objects are stored in the proper bins, and lock your tray tables in the upright position.”

“That last part’s a joke,” I say, tapping the P.A. button myself, “There are no tray tables, but please do buckle up.”

The border is using a very basic, but sturdy, space warping spell to be bigger on the inside than its shell. This thing is massive and built like a tank, but it’s hardly a size to accommodate our over 200 passenger loadout, so thank heaven that was already part of the original design.

Beside me, Makeda checks a screen on the console, watching an array of 196 passenger seats to make sure they all indicate safety measures met, plus one in the back, and eight up front, for the heroic spirits and Ritsuka, the captain and co-captain seats for Makeda and me, and then of course Da Vinci’s weird little gel tube. Two-Hundred and Eight. That’s all of us, I think as I watch all but the last one, Emiya’s, lock one by one into flight ready.

“We’re sure about this?” I ask Makeda, even though I was the one who made this call in the first place.

She nods. “You could leave him, and have Ritsuka use her last command seal to call him after us, but you don’t need it. Running out of energy to sustain a reality marble causes it to end, as does any other means of countering it, such as breaking the user’s cast, or countering it. Dragging the caster into the void sea is an unusual way to do it, but it’ll break the cast, and it won’t break the cast until we’re all out of it, because being out of it is what will cause him to drop the reality marble. Just like you said.”

I take a breath. At the very back, I see the light indicating Emiya’s seat’s flight readiness turn green.

“I saw it, too,” says Makeda, knowing what I was hoping she’d say.

It’s weak to want that kind of reassurance. I know it. But the day I’ve had…

“Thank you,” I say, meaning it, and I give her a shaky smile. She returns it, hers like a sunbeam.

“Aaaaalright!” calls Da Vinci over the P.A., “Please stay calm, and at no point try to leave your seats until the ride is over. Keep in mind, this is a hell of journey we’re about to take, and it involves an unrecommended amount of screwing with physics and magecraft, so it is absolutely imperative that if you seem to see yourself leaving your body and floating up, you make the conscious choice to go back down into it! It’s your body folks. Just keep thinking that, and you’ll all be fine.”

“Yeah,” I click on the P.A. myself, “Uh. This is the resident doctor speaking. Please, do your best to focus on your breathing, and the reality around you. If you feel inclined to shut your eyes, think about the sensation of your hands against the armrests, and focus on that. Please ask the names of the people immediately to your sides, and if they begin to look unwell right after the jump, say their name until you get a response. So long as we do that, I promise, everything is going to be okay. This will be a little bit bumpy, because we’re driving a tank over a hill of swords, but don’t worry. There’s no physical obstacle ahead. Just stay calm, focus together, and it’ll all be alright.”

I feel eyes on me and glance over as I turn off the P.A., and I see Da Vinci looking happily down at me.

It’s so strange. I truly can’t doubt her account that she knows me. Everything about her makes me sure it’s true. But, it’s still strange. Even as a heroic—well—having been a heroic spirit, still, the sensation of someone knowing you deeply, when you don’t know them, it’s not a thing you can encounter enough for it not to feel strange to you.

At least it seems like I made a good impression, I think, and I start the ignition.

“Here we go,” I say to Makeda.

“Here we go,” she echoes with considerably more enthusiasm, closing her hands around the co-pilot steering wheel.

I flex my fingers once, then do the same, and hit the gas.

We take off with enormous speed, zero to one-hundred, and I hear shouts and screams form behind me, but it’s surprise, not fear. They’re holding together well—amazingly well, for what they’ve all been through.

The adults are, at least. A few of the children seem to not be taking it so well. I--I wish I’d had something to give them, to make it easier. If we’d had more time, I-

“OooooH, the wheels on the bus go round-and-round!” a boy’s voice starts to sing at full volume.

I think it’s the Russian boy who’s been helping Ritsuka so much—Patxi. The song is absolutely too young to be the mood choice for the age of the kids with us, but every one of them knows it, and after a second, I hear several terrified children’s voices, and motivated parents, join in just the same. The space behind me becomes just a blur of sound to me after a few seconds as the engine kicks up a gear and roars, but I can tell it’s worked, and I’m glad for it.

There’s a sudden calmness with the thought. I almost laugh.

She was right, I think, glancing at Makeda as we near our target speed, tearing through these mountains of sand and sword, Of course we were going to make it like this.

“Speed!” I call to Da Vinci.

“Understood! Expanding Void-Reality Observation Device: Paper Moon!” calls Da Vinci through the P.A., “Destination: Chaldea Base, Antarctica! Expanding Logic Formula on the Shadow Border’s external armor; removing existence verification for Reality Space—now! Future Prediction: hypothetically prove mirror world plane in twenty seconds! Relaxing space-time friction decompression for 0.4 seconds. Systems all Green.”

This is it. I close my fingers hard around the wheel and focus on my own existence with every fiber of my being.

“Shadow Border, untether from reality! Void Space Dive, Zero Sail: unfurl!”

There is a sensation like one gets if they drive over a hill to quick, or drop fast on a roller coaster, but not just in my stomach. It comes from every direction at once, like a wave of queasiness, and I see myself floating above my body and force myself to focus on going back in. Not. How. I’m. Dying!

“Holding!” calls Da Vinci’s voice, “Zero Sail successful! Emerging again from void space in thirty seconds! Everybody hang tight—we’re almost there!”

This has got to be the most agonizing thirty seconds of my life, I think, trying not to vomit. Despite the abject terror, I feel a strange thrill with it though. I’m no adrenaline junkie, so it kind of shocks me. I think it must just be that as backed into a corner as I am right now, I’ve felt this way for years now. And this is the first time I’m jumping into hell with a group of people I trust, to rely on. Somehow, even in the middle of this, that feels good.

Behind me, I heard the song stop when we jumped, and shouts with it, but there is sound from our citizen passengers again. They’re doing what I told them. I hear a lot of voices calling a symphony of names and reassurances. I hear Ritsuka’s voice, and Kotarou, just behind me, among them.

Beside me, I look up and see Da Vinci’s eyes practically glowing, a grin plastered on her face. Of course, I think, weirdly reassured by that, How else can a genius get her kicks? Makeda doesn’t look any more normal, though. When I glance at her, she’s also beaming adrenaline rush at the dashboard, fingers dug into the console and eyes sparkling. Aaaand how can a prophet get hers.

I sigh. Well. We’re doing this.

And somehow, that must be time, all together, because I hear Da Vinci call out:

“Annnnd, four, three, two, one! Begin jump out!”

The Border makes a horrible sound, but seemingly encouraged by it, Da Vinci calls, “Activating Paper Moon! Initiate planet navigational chart plus/minus convergence. Commencing Shadow Border docking sequence into reality boundary: disengage mirror world plane voyage! –Though the stratum divides, I continue to exist. Reapplying timeflow attraction from Reality Space. 0.09 second difference between target coordinates and current recognition—hell yes! Almost perfect! Here we go people; Emerging from Void Space! Ten seconds to arrival in Reality Space again!”

Ten, I think, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two—

There is a flash of light so intense I have to shut my eyes, and the same sickening stomach-drop all along your body sensation as when we went in, and the next second there is a physical thud, and I’m opening my eyes and fighting for my life to pull the border even as it hits solid ground and drifts, hard, exiting into reality at speed.

“Zero sail complete!” comes Da Vinci’s voice, “Reality Space entered successfully! Congrats everyone, we lived!”

“AH!” I scream, Makeda with me, as we are greeted with the sight of conference room wall coming up on us at almost two-hundred miles an hour.

WE’RE INSIDE! FUCK! OF COURSE WE’RE INSIDE!! THERE WAS NO WAY TO KNOW THE OUTSIDE IS INTACT! DAMN IT!!

I slam the gas to get traction as I yank the wheel. “THE DOOR!” I call to Makeda. She gets it and drags her wheel with me, and we barely make the conference room door, flattening six tables and any number of chairs in our way, taking half the door frame with us, and shooting out into the hallway at the most horrible speed possible. We slam the breaks with some room to do it now, but the end of the hall is coming up too fast, and I call out, “LEFT!” as I spot a hallway branch up ahead. We hit it with so much speed we’re driving on the wall for a second as we pull almost a ninety-degree turn to keep from going through the wall, tire tracks on the blue-white, sterile Chaldea Security Base walls. I hear all kinds of sirens going off in the building, and shouts, from inside and out. Oh God, help.

Having foresight I forget in the moment, Makeda slams on the horn as we tear down the hallway, and I see three staff members physically fling themselves through doorways to avoid being roadkill. Shitshitshitshit—

We’re down to almost eighty now, and slowing. Where are we—think! Oh thank heaven—that’s the hall to the command room up ahead.

“LAY ON THE HORN!” I call, swapping sole driver control to my wheel and dragging us left, hard, and then through a sturdy pair of double doors that thank God aren’t locked, and blow open, before slamming the wheel to the side as hard as I can and pulling the break, letting the border drift to a stop in the center of the massive room, destroying two work stations and a massive screen on the way as I wince.

Finally, the horrible thing stops, in the literal smoke of its rampage, on the center of the command room floor.

“…Did we survive?” calls Amadeus from behind me.

“Yes!” I manage, looking over my shoulder, and then at Makeda’s screen. Seats all still green. “Anyone hurt?”

There’s chatter, but no ‘yes,’ so I take that as a good sign, and collapse in relief against my console, turning the engine off.

There’s a whoop from Billy, and the entire machine erupts in cheers behind me.

“Congratulations on a successful voyage everyone! Welcome back,” comes Da Vinci’s exceptionally pleased voice from the P.A.

Collapsed and glad to be, I feel Makeda put a hand on my shoulder. “Thanks,” comes my muffled voice from through my arm.

“Told you we’d make it,” I hear her say proudly.

Yeah. You did. Have I ever been this tired before? No, I don’t think so. We really made it. I stay in my puddle of relieved, exhausted nerves, until I hear someone say, ‘Can we go out?’, and everything terrible reboots at speed and I shoot up.

“No! No—wait!” I call, tripping over myself in my hurry to unbuckle. I get caught going over the seat and have to hop to right myself. “Hang on! We uh—we just tore through the indoor halls of a security organization in an unregistered, military vehicle that sort of teleported inside a bounded field! Let me go out first—they know me. I can, uh, talk them into—” I had been going to say ‘not shooting us’, but there’s 196 scared civilians staring at me, so I manage, “Uh—cooling off about that. Give me a second.”

I hold up a hand towards the passengers, glance back at Makeda and my new Technical Advisor, then walk to the side door.

Oh, Olga Marie is going to have my head for this. I wish I’d thought about that part and what to say, just a little.

Taking a breath, I open the door.

To my absolute lack of shock, there are about fifty staff members with guns trained on me.

“Wait wait! It’s me!” I call, hands immediately up.

“…Doctor Archaman?” call one of them.

He lowers his gun, and I recognize him.

“Duston?” ask, taken aback. W-What is an engineer doing security’s job fo- …

No, I recognize more than just him. As the others slowly follow suit, I realize I know almost everyone here at a glance. Four of them work in the medbay.

“How did you get-?” asks Dustin, looking from me to the Border, “When did you get…?”

“What is going on?” I ask genuinely, taking a step out, “Where-“

Immediately I am doubled-over by an immense pain in my head, a wave of thoughts and images and feelings that aren’t mine—or—they are? A-Are they? W-what---what is…?

I must have fallen, because the next thing I’m aware of is my father holding me, trying to help me up, Dustin a foot away now, asking if I’m alright. I don’t know how either of them got where they are.

What’s happening, I think, blinking, trying to clear my head, That can’t have. W-Which can’t have…?

I look up, and no, my father’s really here. That must have…have all happened. He’s holding my arm. Behind him, I see the Shadow Border, see Makeda at the top of the steps, with Ritsuka. But then. …

“Where’s Mash?” I manage as I make it back to my feet, leaning on my father.

“She’s in her room, resting after the Rayshift,” says Dustin, “Like you told her to.”

Oh no. But. That can’t. That’s not…

Whatever hit me before, I feel it building up in my head, and I almost lose my footing, dig my fingers into my father’s arm to keep upright.

“Rayshift?” Da Vinci’s voice. Still wet and barely dressed, I see her in my periphery stepping off the Shadow Border behind me.

I give her a panicked look, kind of hoping somehow she can explain to me what just happened, because my mind is failing to pull an explanation.

“I don’t…understand…?” says Dustin, looking from me, to the Shadow Border, then at the staff around him. “Who is that—who are they? And…Sir?”

The pain swells in my head, a barrage now. It feels like the jump in the Border did, when I was looking down at my body, but in reverse. Like I’m too much jammed in at once. I know what’s happening then, and simultaneously, I don’t.

“I-I’m sorry.” I manage to find my father’s face through the way my head is swimming, and I focus on him. Do my best to lean into him. “I can't explain fast enough. I’m going to be alright—I won’t die; don’t worry. But I think I am going to faint now, and I might be out for a couple of hours. Thank you.”

I go out with the words like a light, my last thought how hard the floors are here, and that I sincerely hope he will catch me.

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Timeline: Two Months, Eighteen Days, Twelve Hours Forward. Coordinates: -4.R48X91, -R1.559X48 Graph: 10912.1313

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Blood tastes like nothing in my mouth; I only know it from its smell:

Sharp, harsh, and routine.

“Got another one not burned out just yet.” The voice is casual, and close, but clipped too. Mercenaries, or military, something with practice and rank and an order. I know he’s talking about me.

“Leave it,” says the leader, “The more juice we get out of this, the better.”

“You sure?” asks the first man. I feel a boot nudge my right shoulder. Despite the injury there it aggravates, it doesn’t even rate in my head as pain against the background of everything else. “Can’t be too careful with a Servant.”

“It’s an Archer,” comes the second voice again. Closer. “They’re just like this. Burn out slower than the rest, without a source sustaining them. It’s not a skill to be worried about. He’s won’t get up and shoot you.” A gun fires, and I feel a bullet shatter my right shoulder. Usually a human weapon shouldn’t do that to me, but he’s not wrong. I’m all but dead already. And that one, I do feel.

“See?” comes the leader’s voice again. “Come on. We’re breaking camp. Just leave the system up and running. We’ll skim off what we can on the way. We’ll probably get a decent amount, even if they’re up less than another half hour.”

There are more orders barked, unimportant exchanges, sounds, and a small group moves out around me and leaves.

It becomes almost quiet.

Minutes pass. Just the sound of trees somewhere lush and a little humid. Bugs, some small creatures in the underbrush. And the churning, loud, irritating thud of the engine in their magecraft machine kicking over and over, the thrum of the stakes still operational.

It’s not just mine, I think slowly, trying and failing, like I have been since waking, to get my vision to clear.It’s been three fourths of an hour, but still, I can hear the thrum of stakes other than the one through me. He said ‘another.’ But how many now? I listen, try to hear it past the much louder machine. Focus on frequency. …Three. I hear three distinct, operational stakes. There are two more of us still breathing.

Almost as I think it, though, I hear a whir, and a thrumming stake winds down.

One more.

Me, and one other.

I can barely remember what happened. We were summoned into the middle of it. Chaos. Like being materialized into a woodchipper. Sounds and light, magecraft resonating inside my head. I can’t imagine what it even was, or why. This isn’t supposed to happen. How can they have known?

It’s what I keep thinking. They didn’t summon us. I know, because I didn’t accept a contract. I heard no order given to a single one of us, no command seal, no nothing. It was Alaya. I was brought by the world, by the Counter-Force. We all were. So how. How could they possibly know when and where it would drop us?

It isn’t…it can’t happen. But I can’t ignore the fact it has.

And every last one of us, we’ve failed.

Me and the other poor bastard here still bleeding out too.

I don’t even know who the others were. I didn’t have time to know.

They can’t have known. You can’t set a trap like that at a summon you didn’t create. How. How?!

The Counter Force has one fucking job. I am angry with it. It failed here.

There’s no point in cursing it, but there is nothing left to do but curse.

How was it so effective?! As many of us as there were, how did that trap account for everything Alaya brought? How can they have known?

There’s no point in wondering that either. There’s no point in anything. Even this clinging to life.

And still.

Still, won’t any living thing try to survive? Even half living. Even un-alive?

I guess I don’t really need a point. I don’t usually have one anyway.

I am on my stomach, a rod the width of a tank barrel, clear through my back, about six feet up and another four at least past me into the ground, pinning me. There are sigils in it, sigils in the carved lines on the ground, diverting the magic it leeches out of me to whatever machine is making the thudding fifteen feet off. I can’t even turn my head far enough to see past a few inches off the ground. I can only see part of a tent, and two empty poles, where things like me have already died and vanished. The last of us is past my feet, and no matter how I contort myself, there is no way to turn my head to see them. I could call out, I guess, but what would be the point? We will both die anyway. We will both forget this ever happened in a few minutes. I can’t even be sure they’d be awake to hear me in the first place, and the effort would only kill me sooner.

No point at all.

The second to last hum is gone, then, and any decision beyond that is made for me.

Just me, I realize with an emptiness as the air here grows closer to silence and I feel a presence fade completely.

At least once I am gone, it will be quiet here.

For a moment, I blearily watch my arm and hand, the deep gold crackles along darkened skin, like some sick joke, the way it could evoke kintsugi in the mind, and is the opposite.

What was ever the point?

Obstinate despite the impossibility for some reason, I take a breath and reach up behind me with my left arm, until I find the stake. Agonizingly, I force myself to lift the now badly damaged right arm too. Torn up from the summoned, clinging to materialization by a thread, I just barely get both hands up behind my back, and wrap them around the edges of the pillar sucking what’s left of my materialization away. It’s sharp. What does it matter, I think, and I pray the kind of prayer someone who doesn’t believe in praying anymore gives when facing the barrel of a gun, and I dig my fingers into the cool stone and rip up with all my might.

The pillar slices through my fingers.

I cry out and drag my hands back down, shaking. I feel the tears like a heartbeat in my hand, sharp and ragged. My right hand is severed, only a thumb I can feel left on it now, and as I drag my left back into focus by my head, I see on it the stubs of four fingers and the thumb, cut clean through, and lacerations across the palm that almost sliced it in half completely. I no longer have the appendages to try again.

That really is it, then.

Exhausted, I relax the muscles I still have, and I wait, the thudding of the machine sucking my last dregs of energy away impossible to truly turn out.

My vision blurs, and I let it. There’s no reason to expend the energy now, to try. I can’t get free, and I can’t win a fight. It’s time to let go.

It’s only death, I think. Death is hardly a friend, but it is old, and I know it better than even myself at this point. So, I wait as the blood pools.

…and wait...

The curse of being an Archer class persists. What must be another quarter hour slips through me, before I begin to see the half a hand I have left turning transparent at last.

Thank God, I think in nothing but exhaustion.

It is then that I hear something coming through the trees. It’s east, from behind and to the right of me. Before, I could have turned my head, but even that much effort now would kill me. That shouldn’t matter, but I am too tired to care.

I wait, and listen.

Movement, branches and leaves, and then footfalls. Not before. Before, it was flying or riding. But about fifteen feet off, it begins to walk.

I can feel energy too. Whatever is coming, it’s strong.

It approaches me from behind, and stops by my back for a moment, then a bare foot steps into my twelve inches of blurry vision, and then another. There are intricate spirals of gold wound around the ankles. I try to look up at their owner, but I no longer have the strength to lift my head.

“Oh? Well look at that. You’re still alive after all. Thirteen heroic spirits, and you’re the last one standing. You must be pretty tough, to survive that long like this, in spite of how you look.”

A woman’s voice.

She takes a knee, and I see dark hair, and find the energy to force my head up by an inch. I still can’t see shit, and despite all my effort, I cannot lift my head higher. She reaches down and takes my head in her hand and tilts it for me then, and it’s no longer an issue.

“Mm. You’re in some trouble here, huh?” she asks carelessly.

I glare at her. If I had the strength, I would spit. Sadly, I do not.

“Oooh, what a scary look!” says the woman who looks like a blurry, glowy nothing to me with the sun behind her and my eyes failing. She’s having fun with this. I really wishI could spit. “You know, you should be a little more courteous. I was planning on helping you, if you were nice.”

I hate that I feel a twinge of hope at that.

I’m not stupid. I know she’s fucking with me. Kicking me around because I’m helpless, and it disgusts me, but hope is instinctive. Even in me, occasionally. Something in my expression must betray me for a microsecond, because I see the blurry shape of a face smile.

I swallow, which hurts, and give her the most withering look I can, which probably isn’t much, about to black out.

“Well, as fun as you are to play with, I think you’re going to vanish if I really take my time. –You can hear me, yeah? I know you’re basically a walking corpse, but-” She wipes some of the blood on my face back with a palm, leaning closer, and then stops mid-sentence.

I’m too tired to try and react at all.

“H-Hey, don’t actually die, okay! Here.”

I don’t really process the words.

She takes my discorporating, shred of a left hand, and I feel something smooth and resonating against my palm as she forces what’s left of fingers shut around it.

“Okay! No more time to waste messing around!” I hear her voice like an echo as she stands. There is a sudden sharp, awful pain in my torso, and then I yell with a voice I didn’t think I still had as the pillar is ripped out of me and up. I hear it thud after enough time to mean she must have launched it several yards somehow, but I can’t put more meaning to that past the pain and instinctive jerking of body parts trying to work with a substantial piece of itself missing. I roll onto my side and curl up, fingers closing around the thing placed in my palm and crushing it until I feel it shatter, shards of glass or rock digging into my palm. A massive bust of magical energy accompanies it, rocketing up my arm and into my chest. I feel my about done-in core re-stabilize, body parts re-construct out of new ether, pain subside. And with it, as it repairs itself, my head clears.

After a few seconds, the hole in me closes, and I roll onto my back and take a shaky breath, staring up at cracks of bright blue sky past palm fronds.

“Wow, you made it after all,” comes the woman’s voice, pleased.

I’m exhausted, but with my broken shoulder only cracked now, I push myself up onto my elbows and turn to look.

She’s tall, pale, --Japanese, I think, with massive dark brown, almost black hair that floats around her in a nonexistent wind, and glowing gold eyes. She has summoned something like an intricate floating gold longbow the size of a kayak, and is sitting on its curve as if it were a mount.

“Hm.” She smiles at me, very proud of herself. “So, can you walk yet?”

I spit out some blood.

She laughs and flicks a wrist, summoning a glowing red gemstone, which she slings at me with the casual force of a baseball. I catch it on instinct and look down. There are shards of one just like it still embedded in my hand. I can see the shards shrinking as my fingers re-grow, a transitive alchemy. I know what this is, then.

“Why?” I ask, lowering the hand with the gemstone brimming with magical energy.

“I want a bodyguard,” she says carelessly, leaning forward on the tip of her bow, “And you seem capable enough, so long as you’re not dead.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“You’re a servant. Those jerks with the guns killed all the other ones, and it’s not like I can just go and pick another one up at the nearest mall. My options are limited.” She makes a casual gesture with her hand, all confidence. “Yours too, for that matter.”

“You’re a heroic spirit,” I say. I was too dead to sense before what exactly she was, but I can now. And a high class one, by the feel. Divine, at a guess.

“So?” she says, “All that matters is I’ve got enough magic to keep you, me, and a couple more going, if I wanted to. I’m independent. You need a master.”

“Is that an offer?” I say, a little taken aback. Not unheard of, but it’s not exactly standard for a spirit to bind another spirit to itself.

“Obviously,” she says. She hops off her bow and walks over, crouches down with her arms on her knees, and tilts her head at me, hair billowing out behind her. She studies me a few seconds, and her eyes flicker, turn a deep red, and there’s something about them that I feel strangely towards. Strangely and intensely, like I can’t even remember feeling before, ever. Then they’re gold again, and she breaks her eye contact and shrugs, and I’m left completely unable to tell what just happened. “So, are you ready to go?”

I wonder if I even can walk yet.

Probably, if I have to. She wasn’t kidding about the quantity or quality of magic in the gemstones she’s packing, at least.

“What makes you so sure I’ll follow you,” I say dismissively, pulling myself up off my shoulders to sit at her level. Ow.

She snorts. “Of course you will. It’s not like you have any better offers. Plus, you want revenge on the people who did this to you, don’t you?”

Yes.

“You need me at least as much as I need you.” She becomes suddenly flustered. “You need me more!—I don’t need a bodyguard, I just want one! But you, you need not to be dead. So?”

I watch her. She’s…familiar, somehow. But I have the memory of a block of wood, now. Even day to day. I wish I at least had a better impression if it was good, bad, or neutral familiar.

“Well?” she prompts, crossing her arms in a huff after about ten seconds of silence.

“You did a bad job of that. If you wanted to make me be your servant, you should have forced me into a contract before you gave me the gemstones,” I point out.

She clicks her tongue and snorts in disgust. “And what kind of bodyguard would that get me? If I made you a thrall, you’d be chomping at the bit to stab me in the back at the first opportunity you could survive! No. You don’t want someone with a dagger to their throat as the guy protecting you; the only kind of bodyguard worth anything is one who actually wants to take a blade for you. Or at least is willing to. Anything else is a waste of time.  I’d rather have someone owe me a debt any day, than be holding a loaded bow to them. A bow only works until you mess up. A debt sometimes works even after you do.”

There is an inarguable logic to that. It’s an unusual thing for a person to say, admitting to pragmatism rather than acting out of the goodness of their heart, but then, I guess she’s not trying to make me feel indebted. She’s talking about debt as if it’s a physical object, like the stone I’m holding. And in its own way, I guess she’s right. Whatever else is true about her, I think she means what she’s said, and my personal way of thinking or not, it’s a level of candor I can deal with it. And, I do owe her. Her pointing that out doesn’t change it.

“Fair enough,” I decide.

I drag myself to my feet, a little unsteady, and she hops up and reaches out a hand like she might catch me, then sighs and deflates as I steady my stance and blink down at my damaged limbs.

“No wonder you’re taking so long. You don’t just hold the gem. You either focus on it and suck the magic out, or you crush it to activate it.” She’s pointing to the gem I’m still holding. “Just holding it won’t do anything.”

I glance down at the red stone, pulsing slowly like a heart in my palm.

“…” When I look up, she’s watching me carefully. “I have more,” she says, almost a smile playing across her lips this time, “If you want to hold onto one for insurance, in case you have a reason to ditch me later, that’s fine, but use one of them so we can get going. Jeeze.” She summons and tosses me another little gemstone, a blue one this time, but with much the same feel to it in my hand. This one, I crush.

The energy surges through me like the pulse of an AED, just like the first, and I feel less severe wounds close, stiffness lift, senses sharpen.

“Good boy,” says the woman, very visibly pleased, “Okay then. Follow me.”

That would usually piss me off to a violent level, but the woman doesn’t reek elitism when she talks. Just a careless, playfulness, like this is a game we are both playing, and she is quite enjoying. She floats back up to her giant bow, and begins to ride it casually. I decide to let being talked to like a dog slide, all things considered, and fall into step just behind and to the side.

Very strange, how things turn out…

“What do I call you,” I ask after a moment. That’s strange, too. Usually, I wouldn’t feel the need to ask someone that. Maybe…maybe I did meet her before, on another summon. It wouldn’t be a surprise. I barely remember any of my own life. I’m lucky to know my name. Every summon is a blur. All but one, which I wish I could forget. Still, I don’t have nothing. Even I get echoes here and there.

“Ishtar,” says Ishtar, glancing at me, “Or ‘My Goddess,’ or ‘My Lady,’ would do too, I guess, or ‘Lady Ishtar.’ ‘Queen of the Heavens.’ ‘Goddess of War. Justice. Fertility. Love, Law.’”

I get it, okay. What a pain.

“…And you?”

I look over in surprise, but of course that’s the natural thing to be asked here. “I don’t have one,” I reply.

She double takes and stops walking, or, floating, and crinkles her brow at me. “Yes you do.”

? “No,” I say, “Not anymore.”

“Well, I’m not calling you nothing,” she huffs.

“I’m an Archer,” I offer.

“So am I; I’m not calling you my own class,” she says in even more disgust, arms folding over her chest.

I sigh internally. Okay. Then… “…I’m an Alter,” I offer after a moment of consideration.

She is about to shoot that down too on instinct, but then thinks it over, and sighs. “That’s the best you can do? You won’t give me, your Master, your True Name?”

You haven’t made me forge a binding contract yet, ‘Master,’ I think, but I say, “I don’t really have one to give anymore.”

“That’s…depressing.” She looks me up and down again. “What happened to you? Not the mage trap thing. Before that. I have literally never seen a gallu look so burned out. You look like if a heroic spirit had to solo bottleneck the exit to Kur for a thousand years.”

Thanks. I shrug.

“You’re not much for conversation, huh?” she says, genuinely disappointed.

I almost laugh.

She can tell, I guess, because she smiles at me. “Well, I will for both of us then, ‘Alter.’ But you’ve gotta get a better name sometime. I wouldn’t even call my dog just, ‘Dog.’ Everything deserves some kind of a true name.”

I gesture to the jungle ahead, and she gives a sigh and starts moving again.

It occurs to me then.

“Where exactly are we going?” That you’d want or need a body guard for, too?

“Oh! Right.” She looks over her shoulder at me with those glowing gold eyes, and they flash like the sun itself for an instant. “Hunting.”

#no beta we die like men #the kid (fic) #the kid #fate go fic #fgo fic #fate fic

[alexcaninnit]

I have a few questions. You don't gotta answer all of them.

How do the brother find out about each other in your separated au?

In what order do they reunite?

Also, Raph stayed with Splinter, right? Does that mean he had to control his "Savage Raph Mode" earlier on in his childhood? And does Splinter act any different? I've seen some other people make him more protective and present in whichever turtle had been saved

What are all the turtles relationships with their guardians?

Who would be the most chaotic(idk, I just really wanna know lol)

Do any of them know they have brothers somewhere, living a different life?

And if yes to that↑ question, do all of them know, or only a few? And how do they feel about it?

Is Dr. Delicate Touch, Dr. Feelings and Dr. Positive still a thing for Mikey? I feel like the foot would be terrified of Dr Delicate Touch

I'm very interested in Leo and Big Mama's whole thing. Will it be like how she did with Lou Jitsu, but instead of the love part, like how she did with him, would it be motherly love them once he was old enough, just threw him in the Nexus? Or does he even fight in it?

Also, would some of Big Mama's speech patterns rub off on him, like how she makes up funny words even when being serious

What would Donnie be to Draxum? A son? Assistant in the lab? Both? Or just an experiment?

And how does Donnie see Draxum?

Since Donnie grew up with mystic stuff, would he be more open to using it along with his tech?

Okay, I still have a few more questions but this is honestly just getting really long, so I'll spare you from my curiosity–

Thank you SOOOOO MUCH for these questions!! To be honest, I had like just started thinking about this, so these actually helped formulate a lot of the au ngl-

Splinter straight up told Raph that he had brothers when he was younger, and the twins knew each other because Baron and Big Mama have such frequent interactions that they used to hang out together, along with Leo's adoptive siblings, Venus, Scylla, and Crollo. (Those last two are OCS.) They don't get along super well, but they talk a lot.

So the order they reunite is, Donnie and Leo, then the twins and Mikey, and then they all meet Raph.

Raph definitely has a lot more anxiety, to the point where he is selectively non-verbal. Due to this, Splinter definitely had to step up a bit more to make sure his kid didn't fucking die, but as he doesn't have as much to do in way of raising kids, since it's been pared down by around 75%, he definitely relaxes more.

All pretty positive! I... don't like writing angst lmao, so they're all pretty close with their guardians. Big Mama, in my ideas at least, is nice and kind and loving to all her adoptive children, the Foot are a bit harsh, but they still love Mikey, and Draxum and Donnie, while they have a very Jinx and Silco esque relationship, it's still got a lot of care and love behind it. Which, for a Jinx and Silco esque relationship, does check out. (LEAVE ME ALONE YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT.)

Mikey. He was already the most chaotic bitch in this group and growing up in a warrior clan with Cassandra Jones did not help.

They all know, as I said earlier. The twins hang out all the time so they don't care, but everyone really wants to meet Raph someday. And Raph really wants to meet them.

The Doctors are Still a thing for Mikey. He's still the optimist of the group, except much less controlled. If anything, Doctor Delicate Touch comes out a lot More! And yes, the Foot Clan are terrified of them.

Leo and Big Mama have a really loving relationship! She wouldn't throw a literal child into the Battle Nexus, and besides, he's her son. He is her son, she has claimed him as her child and she is not giving him up any time soon. He straight up just... volunteers for the Battle Nexus. He grew up watching his older brother Crollo (oc) fight in it, and he was like "Damn, that looks like fun," so once he was old enough he just asked. Took some convincing, but eventually, he got to go!

Sometimes when he gets really mad, he starts talking like her. It's hilarious. Donnie has to physically stop himself from laughing every goddamn time.

Donnie is like a reluctantly adoptive son to Draxum. When he learned he had gotten the soft shell, he felt a bit swindled at first, but the kid was so much like him that he became quickly endeared to him. They're not super affectionate, but they definitely love each other. And Donnie sees Draxum as his parental unit.

He's definitely more open to incorporating it, but it's too finicky for him. He doesn't like it, he can never quite predict the outcome and that scares him.

Thank you so much for the asks!!!!!!

#also yes #their names change #yall should ask me about that too #rottmnt #rotmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #separated au #maybe i should call this somehting like #banana split au #haha