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wolfasketch · 10 months

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The next generation of ninjas

Characters from left to right are Karai, Sof, Ryu, Hiro, Yoshi, Ammi and Bubbles

Karai, Ryu and Yoshi belong to me and are the triplets of Raph and Sky

Sof and Hiro belong to @mishacakes and are the twins of Leo and Tomiko

Ammi belongs to @sha-biest and is the daughter of Mikey and Gen

Bubbles belongs to @donagotchi and is the daughter of Donnie and Melvin

Note: In the image the twins are 17, the triplets are 5, the cosmo baby is a few months and the lil jellybean is 12

Edit: Decided to add a SpeedPaint

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lordfreg · 1 year

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HEY GIRLIE POP I SAW UR NOT FEELING GOOD/SICK so I decided to make you a little oneshot to help you feel better! :D

WARNINGS: Mostly silly lil bits of fluff- but it does get slightly suggestive toward the end- but nothing explicit shown!

Imori hated being trapped. She hated the chanting of the crowd, constantly hearing it almost triggered a painful headache every time.

The loop of watching a poor mutilated animal be tortured rather than put out of its misery in its Kranngy prison, the pathetic attempt on the commentator trying to keep the audience hooked on his endless chatting every round. She hated it, and yet she had no way to leave it. The only reason she chose not to leave wasn't even battling in the rink at the moment.

So here she was, sitting above in the booth with her sisters, watching as some Yokai battled against what Imori assumed was a giant snake of sorts. Her eyes slowly blinked away boredom, her chin resting atop her hand with the permanent look of displeasure on her face - causing her sister's to catch notice.

"What's got you looking so blue, Ima?" Her blue scaled sister questioned with a coo, poking her sisters head curiously. She was ignored in return, of course, making her huff.

"Come on, Ima, don't be such a pouty puss." The eldest of them all responded, her tanned scaled hand coming down onto Imori's head, rubbing it like one would do if they had hair.

Imori was quick to roll off her stomach where she lay, swatting away her sisters hand whilst doing so. "I'm nothing of the sort." She stated, folding her arms as she straightened her posture. Her sister rolled her eyes in return, placing her clawed hands in her hips.

"You can hide that somethings on your mind from us, Ima, you won't win." Her sister sang, causing her to glare darkly, turning away from them to watch the battle she had little interest in.

The three sisters exchanged glances behind her. Rather, it be concern, or annoyance, Imori could sense them, making her hold on her arms tighten ever so slightly, furrowing her brows.

She knew they meant to harm. It was all playful or worry, but it didn't help her feelings - it just made her feel worse. Weak, helpless, and Imori was anything but that. She spent her whole making sure she didn't appear that way to anyone, and she'd keep that image up as long as she could... It's what she had to do - what she wanted... Right?

"Good evening, ladies." The familiar voice came, catching all the attention of the girls inside the booth, immediately turning around.

The curtains flew open to reveal David, now wearing his more casual clothes, that being a plain white tanktop with tight fitting jeans. He wore his plum colored bandana to keep his chocolate curls out of his face and wore additional sunglasses over his brown eyes.

"Hi David!" Imori's sisters chanted in unison, earning a few giggles and shy glances in his direction as he stood in between the open curtains with a smirk, fixing the bandages on his arms. Imori couldn't see, but she could tell he had a prideful brow quirked- she could just smack him.

"Just stopping by to say hi?" Imori's sister asked, checking her Grey spikes on her face as if it were hair that needed to be tamed. "We were just thinking about you, actually." She flirted.

Imori's tail flicked back and forth in irritation, trying desperately to ignore the attention her sisters were practically drawing David in and the burning sensation of eyes on her body as well.

"Mhm. Actually, I'm here to pick someone up." He responded coolly, placing his arm against the wall with his other on his hip, tilting his glasses on his nose to show his eyes on Imori.

The sounds of realization that came from Imoris sisters caused her face to burn hot, closing her eyes as she wished for one of David's uncles portals to open up underneath her and put her in Antarctica or something.

"Well, why didn't you say so? Our little sis needs some time out of here. She's getting real cranky." The blue Gecko chimed, wrapping an arm around her sister, who grunted in alarm - the action causing her to lock eyes with David finally - the one she tried so hard to avoid eye contact with.

"I don't want to go anywhere." Imori bluntly said, turning her snout up at David, turning away as she folded her arms once more.

Her sisters whined in protest, of course. "Oh, come on, Ima! You're turning down a night spent with him? You're a mad lizard!"

"If you don't want him, I'll take him."

"I second that~!"

You could almost feel the anger begin to heat up the room, just coming off of Imori as her posture tightened and her knees bobbed impatiently from her criss cross position on the floor.

"Don't worry, girls," David finally spoke, stepping fully into the booth, earing a very hard and wary sideye from Imori. "I know how to get her out of this booth."

If you'd think he meant that in any meaningful way, like he'd move her with words or affection- you'd be incorrect, Davud was a romantic, but he wasn't a hopeless one- he was the stubborn kind.

In one swift motion, before Imori could even register Davud stepping to her side, he grabbed her sides quickly, causing her to shout.

"What are you- Let me go this instant!" She shrieked, her voice getting a higher octave. Davud ignored the kicks and squeals- rather it be Imori or her sisters happily and laughing at their poor sisters' situation.

He hummed content, hoisting her into a position over his shoulder, holding the back of her legs down to stop her kicks- not minding the hits to his back from her hands as he gave a nod to her sisters. "I'll see you three around?" He questioned, using his unoccupied hand to fix his glasses back up on his face.

"If there's a chance you'll do that to me? Absolutely." Imrois tanned scaled sister teased, fanning herself jokingly. "Have her back by midnight!" She spoke, giving a sickly sweet smile and wave.

"I don't make promises I won't keep." David responded, turning with a curt hand salute before turning away and walking out, causing Imori to face her sisters once more, giving a kind middle finger to them before the curtains were shut and she was out of sight.

---- "You're pathetic attempt of 'kidnapping' me isn't as charming as you think it is, just so you know." Imori broke the silence that hung in the hall. David was currently walking her down. In return, she git a mocking laugh.

"She talks." David sassed. "If that's the case, how come I heard your giggles in the whole fit of them earlier, hm?" He pointed, feeling Imori freeze, quickly getting quiet once more, causing him to let out a satisfied hum.

"You- don't know what you're talking about, I bet you didn't even hear them... If I was giggling anyway!" She added quickly, ignoring the churning in her stomach.

"Oh, don't go getting your tail in a twist." David rolled his eyes, pinching a bit of Imori's tail and earning a flustered squeak from the Gecko at the sudden sharp sensation.

"I know you enough to hear your voice a mile away since, ya know, it's rare to even hear to talk." He quipped, earning a harsh hit to his lower back, making him grin stupidly.

-- The echoed clanging of David's boots against the metal stairs filled the silence that filled the room quickly, every step they took, it danwed on Imori that they were headed to the top of the broken hotel, making her wiggle a bit to try and be free of David's hold. "I can walk by myself, you know?" She spat.

"Hold your horses, princess, you can wait till we get to the top." David responded simply, giving a few harsh pats to her ass.

"Would you mind easing off the attacks to my backside, please?" She whispered harshly, her face turning a dark shade as she looked around if anyone could be watching.

"You haven't made any complaints till now, but I guess." He rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing the door hand that led outside to the rooftop, being met with the setting sun outside.

The evening air let Imori know they had made it outside, looking around to see the desolate rooftop, looking over the wasteland kf destroyed and abandoned buildings, the dark pink and magenta sky reflecting off the glass of fallen skyscrapers.

For some strange reason, it was almost considered beautiful. It'd been a while since she could see a peaceful sunset... And she now realized why David went through all the trouble of dragging her stubborn self out here.

She yelped just a bit as she was slid off of David's shoulder, feeling his firm grip on her waist as he set her down. She stood a few inches away from him, her hands placed against his chest while his still laid against her sides, holding them much more gently now.

She fought, looking up at him, staring at his collarbone and the dark chekcered markings that adorned it. She bit her lip nervously, playing with the chain necklace around his neck.

"Are you in a better mood now?" He whispered, sliding hid hands up to her back. She slowly nodded, freeing down at her feet with a pout imminent on her face.

He smiled fondly in return, pulling away and taking her hand into his, tugging herover to the ledge of the building. "Come on, then, don't wanna miss what I carried you all the way up those flight of stairs for."

She followed behind quickly, taking a seat right next to David upon the ledge, where he had patted his hand against. She sat awkwardly, not wanting to be touching David if he didn't want it, but she was also at the disadvantage of being so close to him, their shoulders barely brushing.

David noticed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her against his side as he scoffed a bit. "I won't bite you, babe," he spoke, giving her a small glance. "Unless you're wanting to go somewhere more private for that kinda thing -"

She smacked his chest harshly, burying her face into the crook of his neck as he snickered to himself. "You're a mad man, Hamato." She snipped.

"Madly in love with you." He responded, stroking his thumb against her hip with a sly grin. He awaited some kind of answer, whether it be a scoff or another hut, but he got nothing, making him take a second to look down at where Imori had hidden her face.

She pued herself away for a second, a lost in thought look on her face as her eyes were lost on something else, looking at anywhere but his face. She finally did look at him, but he couldn't read her expression as anything happy.

"Why... Why say that?" She asked quietly. "You know that word has a strong meaning. You shouldn't just be saying it to some- someone like me."

David was taken aback for a second, blinking in surprise for a moment, sharing the same expression she did, watching as she held firm, awaiting an answer sooner or later.

He slowly turned his head back to look out, giving a small shrug as he opened his mouth to say something, but he continually closed it, unsure of what to say. That seemed to be Imoris answer, feeling her heart ache for some reason. She assumed there'd be more meaning to what he had to say, whether that be cruel words of him not meaning anything or thoughtful loving ones, explaining what the words meant to him, and why he'd use them for her.

She looked back out with him, fighting any feeling in her wanting to question him more, ask if that truly was it, all he had to say- no, he didn't even say anything at all!

"Well, I guess it's the same thing I told your sisters." David finally said, making her cock her head back in confusion, looking to him again. "I don't make promises I won't keep."

"But... You never promised you loved me?" She questioned, all be just a bit hurt, hugging her stomach unsurely as it kept churning with every confusing statement that left David's mouth.

"But I promised I'd win your hand one day, didn't I?" He responded, still looking out to the view before them, a peaceful expression across his face as he held a small smile.

Imori had never seen him looking so... Calm. Whenever he was neutral or quiet, he always had some sort of scowl or resting bitchface, but he was really at peace for once now, he almost looked... Happy.

"I... I suppose you did." Imori hummed, her hands falling into her lap. She bit her tongue, swallowing down the lump forming in her throat. "But- but those are just words." She tried to affirm, cupping her hands together.

Her breath got caught in her throat for a moment when she fel David's hand leave her hip and find its way to her chin, using his fingers to tilt her head and and turn to look at him.

She could pracitcally hear her heart pounded against her ribcage as David studied her with half lidded eyes. David felt how hot her face suddenly became a breathy chuckle escaping.

"Didn't you hear me earlier?" He whispered, his voice lowering as he flicked her forehead jokingly, causing her to flinch back, sneering at him.

"Alright then- I won't doubt these 'promises' ." She growled, rubbing her forehead with a small hiss as the pain ceased. "I suppose... Life here isn't as unbearable... If I'm stuck with you." She said it so quiet David almost didn't hear her, eyes widening slightly as he simply stared into her dark orange eyes, watching as her pupils dilated slowly, her hands wrapping around the wrist of his hand that held her chin.

She watched him carefully, taking note of his features, his brows creasing together as his mouth opened slightly. Something was on his mind, or he was thinking something... She wasn't sure which one to be nervous about.

"What if we don't have to be trapped?" He finally spoke, never breaking eye contact as his hand left her chin, causing Imori to slowly draw her hands back in confusion. She gave a slow shake of the head, showing she didn't understand what he meant.

David's demeanor brightened, it almost beat the setting sun's glow, his eyes gleaming with some kind of determination as he quickly to her hands into his much larger ones.

"Run away with me."

Imori found her mouth falling open, but no words came out. She could only stare flabbergasted at David, who had the most serious look about his sudden idea. When she finally stopped her running mind, being able to think full sentences, all she could manage out was: "What?" Breathelessy.

"I mean it," David paused, shifting in his seat to face her fully, holding their hands up in front of them both. "I want to leave this hell hole, and I want leave with you." He locked their hands together slowly, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand softly, as a nervous mechanism Imori had noted much earlier in their relationship.

"I never had a reason to leave before. Maggie is happy here, and she's protected. My brothers and older sister could come see me, and my mother is well- I felt everyone was... Better off, happy... I wasn't."

Imori swallowed thickly, shifting to face him like he did her, looking down at their now intertwined hands.

"But then I met you. I met one of the greatest parts of my day to see- sure you beat my ass constantly, even when we're not in the rink but that last part is debatable," he said, shrugging off the last words of his statement.

"But you're my spitfire, and I want to spend every last second of my time spent here, with you."

"B-but, what about my sisters?" She asked unsurely, turning to the door that led inside, back to that place, the world she was trapped in- that prison that made everyday feel like a loop in the matrix.

"I already asked them. They told me if it made you happy... Are you happy?" David's joyful demeanor faltered for a moment, his hold on her hands tightening anxiously, his smile fading slowly as she still had yet to look back at him. "Do you want to do this?" He leaned in a bit, feeling his heart almost skip a beat- not in the good way, however, he felt some unwanted dread begin to flood his senses... But he knew no matter her answer was, he had to be ready- even if it was the worse.

What he wasn't ready for however, was when Imori faced him once more, a large smile on her face, a glossy look in her eyes as she showed her teeth in a big grin.

"Yes! Yes I will!" She suddenly leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. David was of course, taken aback by the sudden 'attack', wrapping his arms around her waist tightly as he stumbled off the ledge- thankfully onto the safest side, still on the building and hitting the harsh cement ground.

He would've been bothered by the pain on his back and shoulder if he wasn't caught up in the harsh kiss that Imori had initiated, crashing her lips into his with a still tight hold around his neck to keep him there.

David gladly recuperated the kiss, slowly closing his eyes happily- not at all bothered by the messy kiss he was stuck in.

Once they had pulled away, he smirked mischievously, quirking a brow. "There she is," he bit his lip. "My spitfire."

Imori rolled her eyes in return, grabbing the sides of his face and sticking her tongue out teasingly. "It's better that babe." She sighed, slowly leaning in for another kiss.

"I'm in the mood for other things rather than pushing you to beating me up." David responded, placing his hand to the back of her head, craving her neck in a more comfortable kissing position.

"And what might that be?"

"I think you know what."

"Maybe you should show me an example..."

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all i could think was “mARRY ME JUILET YOU’RE NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN😭😭” and I love it so much guhwAAHHHHH

I am EATING THIS . lunch dinner bREAKFATS !!! I CONSUME NOW RAHHHHHHH

I was going like “😳😳😳😳😨😨😨🤩🤩🤩😚😚😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰” the entire time I just love when you wRITE AHHHH GRAHHHHH ANSJAJDJIEIJWIUDTEUKWKHDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHE JIIJCV

*slicks back hair* sorry, almost lost myself there.😼 anyway, my brother specifically asked that I draw more lizard girls so that’s what I’m gonna do, most DEFINITELY going to draw a scene from this!!!

favorite part is when he just throws her over his shoulder like a potato sack. Gave me so many shrek vibes and tbh that’s kinda their relationship grahhhh

I LOVE IT VERY MUCH AND I AM PINNING THE LINK IN MY HEART FOREVER THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE IT AHHHH

#rottmnt oc #rottmnt oc x oc #rottmnt next generation #rottmnt

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threestripeslider · 1 year

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Tired: Rise!Splinter is a neglectful and awful father who doesn’t care about his kids >:(

Wired: Rise!Splinter’s negligence comes from a place of deep trauma that he’s carried with him his whole life – losing his mother, having been betrayed by the love of is life, being imprisoned and forced to fight for his life, used as an experiment and subsequently being mutated and losing his whole identity as a person – and while it certainly doesn’t excuse his behavior, there is no doubt that this man loves his sons fiercely despite his own shortcomings and perhaps it is exactly that love and care that causes him to keep his children at arms length in hopes to spare them his family’s cursed legacy that grooms them into martyrs and are thus destined to die young, a sacrifice for the greater good that Splinter is never willing to make even if it means forfeiting the world to the Shredder. Splinter’s journey of fatherhood began by being completely unprepared as a fresh young single father of four young children that depend on him to survive and there is no surprise he’s hit almost every bump there possibly is when raising a child but never in his life has Splinter ever blamed or resented his children in any way – he is not perfect and he’s aware and he tries to do better all because he loves his kids this fucking much bc despite all the shit he’s been through, those kids made him realize that he can try again. to dismiss him as an awful father is a gross mischaracterization of a deeply traumatized man of color who evidently tried his fucking hardest not to pass on the hurt onto his own children while grappling with his own demons and the crushing destiny of his family’s blood line that took away his mother.

#rottmnt #hamato yoshi #hamato splinter #turtle files: meta #guys i am so unwell about him #he's literally so!! i love he!!!#this guy's been to hell and back and yet!! and yet!! here is still!!#HERE IS STILL!! RAISING KIDS!!#HE KNOWS FUCK ALL BUT THEY DEPEND ON HIM AND THAT IS ENOUGH #i need to lie down #i am literally so [starts wailing sobbing crying]#the next omo chapter's gonna be a doozy boys #anyway dont mind me #teh number one splinter defender #KSJSJKBDBKJDBJKF #I JUST FEEL A LOT ABOUT HIM OKAY #as someone who comes from an asian family with generational trauma...#bro. BRO.

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j-artle · 2 years

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I need money to continue to do art! Commissions are open! 🐢💨 For prices just write me what do you want and I'll tell you everything! ❇️✨ Or please, just continue to share it, it will be helpful ✨

Jumping some generation but hey, we all wait for the next TMNT Forever, aren't we?

~commission~

#tmnt #digital #fantasy #sketch #fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles #drawing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #art #leonardo #neon leon #nardo #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2018 #generation #next generation #paint #funny

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fluffytriceratops · 2 years

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Introducing Kristina and Raphael’s third and final child!

Meet Inigo! <3 The drawing is kinda shitty, I whooped it out of my ass pretty quickly and used my finger for most of it cuz I was too lazy to go get my apple pencil lol. But here it is!

Because you guys have been so kind and patient with me, I decided it was about time I introduce Inigo. I love this boy so much. I don't know too much about him rn, but I'll eventually make a post with some more info on him at another date. ^^

Some smol tidbits about this boyo:

He is the youngest of his family. (and by his family I mean Raph, Kris, Mo, and Tiri) But he doesn't really act like it. He actually doesn't mind being the youngest. It doesn't change much in his opinion. He was named after the character from The Princess Bride. A favourite book/movie of both Kristina and Raphael. And yes, I am a simp for him. I mean, how can I not be-

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @bibiz82

(If you would liked to be tagged in my future TMNT (+tmnt oc) realted work, feel free to let me know and I'll happily add you!)

I love you all so so much! Have a lovely day/night!! Stay safe and take care of yourselves! I'm sending all the virtual hugs to you!!!! <333

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othellotron9000 · 8 months

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do you like ur mom jokes?

Pshh no, my sense of humor is much too refined for such jokes. You have the wrong disaster twin. (That's what they call us, right?)

#ooc tags next ->#yes. yes he does #he will not admit it #but he laughs at ur mom jokes #and gen z humour in general #including among us #rottmnt #rottmnt rp #rottmnt donnie #tmnt #tmnt rp #asks #rp blog #anon asks

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badassturtles235147 · 1 month

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Children of Serpent, Angel of Death, and...Shredder

A little sneak peek of ShiniRai's next gen kids I'm working on. This is the cover and if you are wondering, yes Irrilia will be in it, but this story is mostly going to focus on my ocs, Yoshi and Amai but I will write a story of Raphael's children, maybe after this one...or Leo's. I don't know, we will see what happens. I don't know when I am going to start posting it on Wattpad, I want to make sure the story is right because I don't want to keep rewriting it, but I think I got the first chapter

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CH 1

It was a long time ago. She was probably no more than three years old when she first discovered it. She remembers getting up in the morning, wearing a messy braid pigtail and purple pajamas with black kitten pattern. Her twin brother was still sleeping next to her, snoring away.

She was tempted to pinch his nose to wake him up but decided against it as she crawled out of bed. She could hear her Kaasan cooking in the kitchen as she slid open her bedroom door, but she did not hear her mother and her usual chatter, meaning she might have gone off to work early again.

Seeing an opportunity to be the adorable little mischievous she knows she is she went to her mothers' room and began to snoop around. The room was big, with a big king size mattress, the walls painted a dark shadowy purple while the bedding was a violet with a black vein pattern. No doubt her Kaasan's work. It even has a balcony. Her room has one too, but her room was not quit as big as this. It even has two closets. One of the closets she already looked through, and just at first glance, she knew it belonged to her Kaasan. There were dozens of expensive clothes, shoes, hates, gloves, and even glasses inside. There was also a box there too but considering her Kaasan, used to be an assassin, she knew better than to open boxes that belonged to her.

It was probably the only time her Kaasan ever truly got mad at her, when she opened her locked drawer which was filled with poisons. Her Kaasan had walked in and just started freaking out, scared her daughter would accidently pour it on herself as she was looking through them. So, after her near death experience, she makes sure not to open anything that was locked that belonged to her Kaasan but...what about her Mother?

She opens the other closet and at first, was a little disappointed at what she found. It was just a normal closet, filled with normal amount of clothes (unlike her Kaasan's) but as her eyes travel down the clothes, she notices a slight opening on the floor. Curious, she kneels down and takes off the floorboard, to see inside was a shoebox. She puts the floorboard aside before picking it up and opening it.

It was a box of old photos but...they were weird. She saw pictures of who she could tell was her mother when she was young, but she did not see her uncles or Jiji. There were only two other people she recognized and that was her Kaasan and Obasan. Everyone else she did not recognize. Not the two teens with the alfro or the gold chains. Not the blind man who looked to be quit intimidating. Not the other children that were wearing black ninja garbs and defiantly, not the last photo, of the scary man with the scared face. He is standing behind his mother, who looked to be in her teens, with his hands on her shoulders. They both were looking at the camera with serious, scary expressions but her mom, looked like she wished to be anywhere else. Why did they look so miserable?

She looks back inside the box and notices a journal, she opens it, but she can not yet read. Though she is a very smart girl and could read most words, she can not yet read sentences, so she puts it back. However, at the bottom of the box, she notices a key. She picks it up, wondering what it could be for then remembers her mother's shrine. Her mother had a shrine which she keeps in the dojo, with a picture of her Nainai, Jiji, and her mother when she was a baby on it. However, at the bottom of the shrine, were two cabinets which her mother keeps mysteriously locked. She has tried numerous of times to open it but never could because she could never find the key...until maybe now.

Sprinting out of the room, she goes to the dojo at the other end of the hall and slowly slides open the doors to make sure no one was there. Across the room, she sees the shrine and goes over to it, looking over she shoulder one last time before sticking the key in. She could not describe the excitement she felt when the key actually turned. Slowly, she opens it and once she does, her jaw nearly falls to the floor at what she had found.

Within the cabinet, was a weird looking skull. Or she thinks it is a skull. It sure looks like a skull. The bottom half did any why and it had normal sockets where eyes on an alive person should be, but the top half was misshapen and looked almost metal, with three metal parts sticking out, almost looking like some kind of crown. Unable to resist, she takes it out and looks it over curiously, trying to figure out if it is a real skull or some kind of artifact.

That's when she gets caught.

"Amai," A calm, level but secret furious voice had her frozen on the spot. She knew that voice, very well. She turns to see her mother, standing tall before her and glaring down at her sternly. Her mother is a tall Japanese woman with long black hair she was wearing in a high ponytail, light-skin and bright almost red-looking amber eyes which she had inherited. She was also wearing a black body-length suit with a hood, which extends downwards to her knees, and a long green scarf that she uses to cover half her face.

"What are you doing?" Her mother asks and though she was trying to remain calm, Amai knew she was furious. "Nothing." She tries to hide the skull behind her, but she knew that was stupid. For her mother had already seen and it is not like her small form, could hide the large thing behind her back anyway. Her mother hardens her gaze, making her tense but she says nothing, just holds out her hand, singling her to hand the weird skull over. Biting her lower lip nervously, she obeys, and she watches as her mother puts it back before locking it and turning back to her daughter again sternly. "You are not to touch or go through my things, you understand?"

"I was just looking, Mama!" She lies. They both knew it was a lie. If she had just wanted to look at whatever was inside, she would have asked, she wouldn't have snuck around or taken it out in the first place, but it was just so hard to resist. Her mother though, was clearly not amused as she repeats, "I don't care. You are not allowed to touch or even look at my things again!"

"What even is it anyway?" She asks, curiously and she is caught off guard by her mother's reaction. She did not expect for her mother to still at the question. It seemed like a normal question to ask when you find something that looks awfully similar to a human skull in your mother's shrine but for some reason, it causes quit the reaction out of her mother. Her mother is a born warrior, who rarely shows much emotion, but right now, for some reason, her mother had stopped moving, stopped speaking, completely motionless, almost like a statue. The only thing that changes is her eyes, her eyes shifting to amber to a jade green as her pupils turn into slits.

She used to love seeing that, though she could do the same with her own eyes, watching her mother do it when she is trying to intimidate someone or scare them into giving her what she wants, was always so cool but right now...it was scary. Her eyes were moving back and forth, like they were trying to fight some kind of battle as they were train to only stare at the wall.

Her mother's weird reaction only lasts a few seconds before her posture and eyes turn back to normal. A normal person probably would not have notice it at all, but she did. It was rare for her to see her mother react this way. Only once does he remember seeing her mother vulnerable and that was when an old friend of her's died. Only something big could cause her mother to break but...what was big about that skull?

"It is none of your business," Her mother finally says, in a quiet but angry tone. Her eyes were not looking at her daughter anymore but to the side, as if ashamed to look at her after her few seconds of weak display. Amai does not speak or even move, not knowing what to do now. Suddenly, she regrets ever opening that cabinet. When her mother finally looks her in the eyes, she sees something in them, something that made her stomach turn and she is thankful when her mother says, "Go play, Amai and don't let me catch you doing this again."

She then turns to her, and the moment her mother dismisses her, she does not hesitate to leave, glad she was not going to face any punishment but something, causes her to look back when she makes it to the door. She sees her mother, kneeling in front of the shrine, and she swears but is not 100% sure, that she saw one or two tears roll down her mother's cheeks.

After that day, she never asks about the skull or weird pictures again, not wanting to see her mother cry like that ever, ever again. Her mother was the strongest person she knows, to see her act like that...it was terrifying.

However, she could not stay silent forever, especially when new things kept hidden in the dark, began to come out in the light.

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snailstrailz · 1 year

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More ROTTMNT next gen, this time Adam and Judith

#next generation au #rottnmt au #rottmnt oc #rottmnt

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lunar-lair · 1 year

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(Starlight, love, our final hope: a casey jr piece)

Little star

A boy is born into a world of chaos, and fear, and doubt. Abandoned, stripped of family by the same fate that took most everyone in this world.

And yet, when his new mother finds him, he laughs, and babbles curiously up at her.

Darling starlight

He grows up loved. Despite every roadblock, and all the pain and worry and fear, he grows up loved.

The sunshine we were left,

He’s…this bright spot. This young little thing, that laughs and loves. That doesn’t know the fear and the darkness that’s been sewn into their very beings.

By the gods that have fled

He feels like a gift. The first star in a neverending night. Sunshine, after years of overcast. Hope, and love, and their last stand.

The moon will glow

Of course, he’s not left without hurt.

The sea will rise

Of course, he grows up in this world, just as generations before him have, just as his sensei did.

The sky will fall

Of course, he loses and loses and never gains back. Loses his mother and his uncles, one who he never met, and his grandfather and his pure love.

And still, the stars will shine

But he is still loved. He will always be loved. He will always be hot headed and headstrong and bright, bright, bright.

We must leave you, starchild

He’s their last hope.

For the great beyond

He’s the next generation, their shining sun, the best of them all.

But, we promise, darling,

There’s one last hope.

Love and dear lilac (do you know what that is, sweetheart?) and the sun and the sky, and everything you never got to see

Leonardo smiles, allowing himself a bit of that sunshine, the kind he had before he ruined it all.

We love you

“Once you’ve saved the world, grab a slice!”

You are not alone

And their last hope is sent back, back to save it all, back to live a better life, the life he deserves.

You will never be alone

Leonardo dies, there, alongside everyone else in a timeline abandoned.

You will never be alone

Casey stands, slowly, in a world where the stars shine and the sky is clear.

You will never, ever, be alone.

And leaves, to find his family, whispering underneath his breath,

“Anatawa hitorijanai.”

He finds them.

He saves it all.

He lost it all, and yet, and yet.

Starlight, and sunshine, and their final, final hope.

He did it.

And the younger version of the man who raised him slings an arm across his shoulder, the eldest brother he never met smiles down at him, the twin he knew for a scant few years rolls his eyes his way, the fearless general he knew to the last moment laughs, the youngest he knew as the greatest mystic warrior of all time grins wide and silly, and his mother.

His mother grins and laughs along, cackles and gives a war cry, just like she used to.

The sun has a long way to go before it burns out.

They will always, always have hope.

And their starchild will bring it with him, their unending faith, everywhere he goes.

He laughs along with them all, moonlight and stardust in his smile and love in his eyes, and he knows he’s made it.

#listen i have so many emotions about casey. all of the fucking time #the italics sections are like...it started as a lullaby?#but as it went on it turned into more of a message that everyone who trusted casey with the future wanted to tell him you know #i just. all of the love and the hope and..and he was the next generation and hes so bright and headstrong despite it all. god .#starlight and sunshine..the sun has a long way to go before it goes out.#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #lunas lies #lunas library #every day..i ask myself 'how do i tag casey' and i NEVER KNOW #rise casey

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xthaliax · 2 years

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What should I do for my Katana's Shadow fankids

Names? Gender? Twins or triplets? I don't know

Yes I support LeoUsa!