#mutagenic hounds
Text
185 notes
·
View notes
Note
I love the cuteagens! Maybe cuteagens staring Eskel and Letho?
The fire crackled between them, the discarded skin of the trout they had consumed half an hour before curling in the flames, and Letho tasted the air. He wasn't sure what possessed him in the moment. Around others, he masked his impulses carefully, because they provided too much of an insight into his relative strengths and potential weaknesses. But with Eskel sitting opposite, illuminated in the flickering amber of the firelight, his body a little dirty, a little travelled, with pheromones and sweat lingering in the linen of his open-necked shirt, Letho found it difficult to control himself.
His tongue lacked tastebuds or scent receptors, but it did collect chemicals from the air for him to press against the roof of his mouth, and it was here that his brain could process the taste of the world around him. Earthy salt from the remains of the fish and the damp soil, the rich tang of mineral oils Eskel was using to coat his steel blade after their successful arachas hunt, and a unique, spicy perfume that was uniquely Eskel. He tasted different to Geralt; Geralt was horse hair, arenaria and bitter on the tongue; Eskel was treated leather, deep, musky, something to be savoured. It was that aroma that had drawn Letho's eye in the tavern where they'd met that morning, and now it made his serpentine eyes flicker closed for a fraction of a second, so he could--
"Everythin' a'right?" asked Eskel in his usual, laidback drawl.
Letho opened his eyes slowly. "Nothin' amiss."
"Just... you licked the air."
"Salt on my lips."
"N'aww," Eskel said, his scarred lips quirking up at the corner. Couldn't get much past this sharp-eyed blood hound. "You licked the air. Seen you do it a few times before, now I come to think of it. Thought I was just seeing things."
Hmm. Letho had not been as discreet as he'd first thought. He considered his options. A continued lie wouldn't earn much more than a dismissive snort from the wolf, further confirming Eskel's belief that Letho hid more than he shared, which meant he was untrustworthy, or he could share this one little tidbit. A tiny sliver of trust in a witcher that had walked the Path as long as he had. Eskel had his own code based on honour, neutrality and avoidance of conflict. The threat was relatively minor and, Letho reasoned, if Eskel knew, then he could taste Eskel more often. Even if only on the air around him.
"I smell things that way."
"Huh." Eskel appeared to consider the information. It would go one of two ways. He would either judge it not sufficiently interesting and continue tending to the sword across his lap or, more likely, he would want to investigate. That was one thing Eskel and Geralt had in common, by Letho's evaluation. Curiosity. But whereas Geralt's extended to politics and people, Eskel's was purely based in the natural world. Couldn't show him an odd looking mushroom without him snaffling it off for a little analysis. If pressed, Letho would admit it to be somewhat endearing. "How's that work then?"
Those deep amber eyes, so much richer in colour than Letho's own, widened a little, trained on Letho's mouth. Letho let his tongue poke out again, topping up the taste of Eskel against the roof of his mouth. "There's a vomeronasal organ in the roof of my mouth. Works through chemoreception, which is--"
"I know what chemoreception is," Eskel huffed, putting his sword aside to roll onto his knees. "Same way basilisks and slyzards smell. Never considered you'd've been given mutagens from those sources. Makes sense though, biggest vipers outside the ones in the grass, although I always figured you'd have had more wyvern, an'--" Eskel was shuffling over but hesitated when Letho raised an eyebrow. Eskel's propriety caught up with him, and he sat back on his heels with a quiet rumble, a chastened hound whose nose had wandered too close to the dinner plate, "can I look?"
Eskel looking meant he got closer, and now that Letho had conceded a little, he wanted to concede more, just to see where it led. It was a slippery slope, and he could hear Ivar's lecture about the duplicitous nature of other schools droning in the back of his head. They were a distraction from the mission, blind to the real purpose of the order. Letho packaged him away in the recesses of his memory and focused on the broadness of Eskel's face.
Hillfolk, Letho recalled. The witch had said as much during one of her many pontifications. As much of a pain in his arse as she had been, Yennefer had provided lots of intelligence on the nature of the wolf school. Letho traced Eskel's wide brow and nose with his eyes; his fingers itched to follow their path, but he kept them resolutely on his thighs as his mouth dropped open for Eskel's inspection.
"Minor warping of the palate, but not much," Eskel murmured, leaning in closer. Letho couldn't hide his body's reaction. His skin crackled like it had been touched by lightning, and the smell of Eskel's made his head light. His palm left his thigh and cupped beneath Eskel's chin to pull him away, but only far enough to meet his eyes. The deepest gold Letho had ever seen, richer than Toussaintese honey. Eskel grimaced, "Got somethin' to say?" Eskel's fingers tightened around Letho's wrist in mild warning.
It was then that Letho realised what he'd done. Lifted a wolf's head to expose his throat. But Eskel hadn't bitten back, hadn't shoved him away; his pupils were blown wide, two black suns highlighted in liquid amber. Letho tilted his own head, tongue darting briefly between his lips. Arousal. And not just his own. Eskel had intended this to happen. "You're playing a dangerous game," Letho said.
"Only play games when the odds are in my favour," Eskel replied, keeping his gaze steady. Letho tested, slipping his hand a little lower to the hinge of Eskel's jaw. He saw the flicker of appreciation even if Eskel tried to keep his gaze level. Eskel pushed against Letho's palm. "Your move."
Letho considered his options, measured the disadvantages of revealing this little crack in his facade, and pulled Eskel towards him. Letho made the wolf arch, stretching him off balance to keep the game in his favour, and brought their lips together. Eskel tasted just as Letho expected; like the divine come to earth. The scent of him washed through Letho's body like a tide, consuming his every sense, leaving quivering eagerness in its wake.
When the wolf let out a little whine, a trill of pleasure followed by a slump on his posture, Letho crowded him to the ground. He slipped a hand into that awful fucking haircut to force Eskel's head back, and licked a long stripe up his exposed throat. Eskel arched against him, strong hands gripping hard at Letho's shoulders. "If I'd known you were so eager to show me your belly, dog," Letho growled. "I'd'a offered sooner."
"Shut up and fuck me," Eskel snarled, or tried, his voice broke around the moan Letho forced from him with a sucking bite at the hinge of his jaw.
Letho smirked, teeth somehow sharper in the dying firelight. "Gladly."
165 notes
·
View notes
Photo
365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…
Mid-Summer Supplemental - The Marvelous Super Pets
Lockjaw the Pet Avenger
This pupper’s mother was subjected to the mutagenic properties of the Terrigen Mist. As a result, Lockjaw and his littermate were bestowed super powers. Lockjaw grew into a massive form possessing greatly enhanced strength, cosmic awareness and the ability to teleport himself and others across vast distances, even between dimensions. Along with serving as watchdog to The Inhuman Royal Family, Lockjaw has additionally embarked on many adventures alongside countless heroes, including the Fantastic Four, Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man. He additionally helped form the mighty Pet Avengers! Lockjaw first appeared in Fantastic Four Vol. 1 #45 (1965).
Chewie the Flerken
Carol Danvers, the heroic Captain Marvel, was unaware that her pet cat, Chewie, was actually a powerful alien being known as a Flerken. The pocket dimensions these Flerken possess within them proved to be of great help during Captain Marvel’s adventures in space. A version of Chewie appeared in the Captain Marvel movie, renamed ‘Goose’ and portrayed by a quartet of tabbies named Gonzo, Rizzo, Archie and Reggie. Chewie first appeared in Giant-Size Ms. Marvel #1 (2006).
Bats the Ghost Dog
Bats was an aged basset hound who ended up in the care of Stephen Strange during the time he had become a veterinarian after being deposed from his title of Sorcerer Supreme. Strange enchanted Bats with a translation spell that allowed his barks to be interpreted as English. An encounter with Loki resulted in Bats suffering a fatal heart attack. The old boy had so enjoyed his time with Dr. Strange, however, that he decided to stay at the sorcerer’s side in a ghostly form. As a specter, Bats continued to accompany Strange on many adventures. He’s a very good boy and first appeared in the pages of Doctor Strange Vol .1 #381 (2017).
Tippy-Toe The Squirrel
The intrepid squirrel known as Tippy-Toe first aided The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl in a battle against the villainous Maelstrom. From there on out Tippy and Squirrel Girl became inseparable and Tippy has proven her valor time and time again as one of the best sidekicks a superhero could ever ask for. She first appeared in the pages of Great Lakes Avengers #4 (2005).
Lucky the Pizza Dog
Lucky had previously belonged to the villainous Tracksuit Vampires, but he chose to save the Avenger, Hawkeye, and ended up hit by a car. Hawkeye rushed the dog to a veterinarian. Although he lost an eye, Lucky made a full recovery and went on to be a constant companion to both Hawkeyes, Clint Barton and Kate Bishop. His favorite food is pizza! Lucky featured in the Disney+ series Hawkeye, portrayed by a pair of pooches named Jolt’ and Eevee. Lucky first appeared in Hawkeye Vol. 4 #1 (2012)
Redwing the Avenger
Sam Wilson came across a juvenile falcon while exploring the caribbean island of Exile. Sam named him Redwing and the two soon discovered they shared a psychic bond where the two could communicate through telepathy. Sam would go on to find that he could commune in this fashion with most all bird, but his link with Redwing remained the strongest. Redwing would go on to be Sam’s partner throughout his many adventures as both The Falcon and Captain America. He first appeared in Captain America Vol. 1 #117 (1969).
Jeff The Landshark
Jeff was created by the villainous BRODOCK who had mutated sharks into bipedal creatures. Jeff was not especially vicious and ended up being taken in as a pet by Gwenpool. After spending some time on Monster Island, Gwen decided to leave Jeff in the care of Deadpool after she had doubts that she would have a solo series again, causing her to be worried about his future. The little guy first appeared in the pages of West Coast Avengers Vol. 3 #7 (2019).
Oliver, Lucifer & Figaro
Some time back, the villainous Sabertooth gathered up a trio of kittens who he planned to eat as a ‘snack.’ Mystique saved the kittens, depositing them in Gambit’s apartment. Mystique had believed Gambit would feel annoyed or put upon having to take care of the three cats. To the contrary, Gambit loved the little fur-balls and they have brought tremendous joy to his life. He named them each after cats who have appeared in Disney animated movies. Now grown, the three cats currently live in Gambit and Rogue’s residence in the Braddock Lighthouse on the isle of Krakoa. Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro first appeared in Astonishing X-Men Vol. 3 #62 (2013).
Cosmo the Space Dog
Cosmo was formerly a test animal for the Soviet Space Program (СССР). He was launched into Earth's orbit as part of an experiment but his spacecraft drifted out of orbit and entered into a wormhole that sent him to the space station known as Knowhere. At some point during his spacial drift, cosmic rays mutated Cosmo, giving him his psionic powers. Thereafter, he became the station's Chief of Security for Knowhere. Cosmo makes a cameo appearance in the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1 where he is portrayed by Fred the Dog. The space-faring doggo first appeared in the pages of Nova Vol. 4 #8 (2007).
Liho & Alpine
Who would have guessed that the cold warriors known as The Black Widow and Winter Soldier would have such warm hearts when it comes to cats? Well, they do and both of these Avengers have found themselves adopted by a pair of furballs. Liho decided to make the Natasha Romanoff hers in the pages of Black Widow Vol. 5 #1 (2014); whereas Alpine took in Bucky Barnes in Winter Soldier Vol. 2 #1 (2018).
Lockheed the Dragon
Lockheed is a member of a highly advanced dragon-like extra-terrestrial race. Lockheed himself was celebrated by his own as a brave fighter and hero against the Brood. Kitty Pryde of the X-Men happened upon Lockheed during an adventure that took the X-Men into space. She took care of the little dragon as though he were a pet, not realizing his sophisticated intellect. The two had numerous adventure together and it was later revealed that Lockheed had been assigned by his kind to stay with the X-Men so to keep tabs on them. Kitty felt betrayed when she ultimately learned this truth, yet she and Lockheed were ultimately able to amend their friendship. The dragon first appeared in the pages of Uncanny X-Men Vol. 1 #166 (1983).
Mister Dibbles
A turtle is an interesting pet for the fastest man alive, but that does not change the fact that the Avenger known as Quicksilver loves little Mr. D here with all his heart. The terrific turtle first appeared in Quicksilver: No Surrender #2 (2018).
Niels The Cat
Niels was exposed to the same cosmic energies that imbued the heroic Speedball with his special powers. Niels gained the same powers and is able to generate a protective forcefield that absorbs all kinetic energy and redistribute the energy by bouncing about like a pinball. Niels embarked on numerous adventures alongside Speedball and even joined the lad during his memo phases wherein Speedball became ‘Penance’ and Niles became ‘P-Cat The Petulant Puss.’ Niles was later adopted by Jim Hammond, the original Human Torch. The fantastic feline first appeared in Speedball #1 (1988).
Zabu of The Savage Land
Zabu is a Smilodon (or saber-tooth tiger) who grew up in the Savage Land (an artificial preserve for prehistoric wildlife situated in deep Antarctica). Zabu became the companion of Ka-Zar the Savage and the two would embark on many adventures together. Later, Zabu joined Ka-Zar’s wife, Sahnna in a competition to possesses the Phoenix Force. He first appeared in X-Men Vol. 1 #10 (1965).
Mewnir
Mewnir (or Mew for short) is a white-haired cat owned by Nancy Whitehead, the roommate and best friend of the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl. Mewnir is named after the phonetic pronunciation of Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir. Mew's diet consists of half a cup of kibble mixed with half a can of wet food per day, so keep that in mind! She first appeared in Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol. 1 #1 (2015).
Ms. Lion
The fabulous Ms. Lion is a small dog owned by May Parker and lived in Queens, New York. The little pupper ended up joining Lockjaw’s Pet Avengers in an adventure where the team prevented the Infinity Gems from falling into evil hands. In the universe of Spider-Man and The Amazing Friends, doggo is cared for by the heroine, Firestar. Ms. Lion first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).
Throg the Thunder Frog!
A frog who possesses the power of Thor. He is Throg! ...and first appeared in the pages of Lockjaw and the Pet Avengers #1 (2009).
#365 Marvel Comics Heroes#Pet Avengers#Lockjaw#Lucky#Lockheed#Throg#Nilse#Redwing#Zabu#Tippy-Toe#Gambit#chewie the cat#bats the ghost dog#cut-outs#paper art
218 notes
·
View notes
Text
Werewolf World Building
Lycanthropes are essentially categorized by Archetype, what their bestial form resembles, and their practices:
Trickster-Scavengers: Jackals, Coyotes, Foxes: What they lack in physical strength they make up for with intelligence and magical illusions. These are shapeshifters that operate like professional thieves and can disappear without a trace. Misdirection and evasion is their preferred tactic in the face of a superior foe. When on the attack they will use invisibility to close the gap, hit hard with weapons, and then retreat before any retaliation can be mustered. Trickster-Scavengers clans increase their populations not through an infectious bite but through natural mating with whoever reciprocates their fancy and recruitment of new members that arise from an incredibly infamous but well documented supernatural phenomenon: Non-lycanthropic parents may randomly conceive a Trickster-Scavenger depending on a combination of proximity to ley lines, alignment of stars, and most importantly, the phase of the moon. T-S communication uses natural pheromones and artificial chemicals to give subtext to written messages. Their vocabulary is filled with loan words from communities that they like to interact with. Trickster-Scavengers love music and art and will travel as a circus or operate theaters that host other wandering performing groups. Nothing is sacred to trickster-scavengers and so they will cleverly mock whoever claims to be in charge. Wherever there is freedom (or chaos), a T-S clan will be there to celebrate it (and steal whatever valuables they can play with and then fence later).
Pack-Hunters: Wolves, War Hounds, Lions, Hyenas: Strong, fast, and social, these are the standard variant that most people first imagine. What little magic they utilize is supportive or self-sacrificing, such as healing or giving their strength to others. As their classification implies, P-H’s fight together although they will use “Lone Wolf” tactics in certain situations. On first contact, a young member of the pack will be encouraged to “Go First” against a potential enemy while the rest observes from a safe distance. When the pack is pursued by an enemy of greater strength, it is expected that the eldest will stay behind and fight to the death to protect their young. Predictably, the Bite from this breed of Lycanthropes can turn a humanoid into a new but not necessarily loyal member of their clan. The Bite is the best way that P-H clans can increase their population as natural breeding results in pups with birth defects such as an inability to shift shape, missing claws or teeth, and other health defects. Pack-Hunters disguise themselves in intolerant society as eccentric mercenary soldiers, nomadic cattle herders, and reclusive stoic biologists. In nations where lycanthropes are not only tolerated but valued for their abilities, militaries will recruit whole packs of P-H’s and use them as scouts, shock-troopers, and even honor guard. Wolven Pack-Hunter clans are the most insular and keep their own traditions and language secret. Meanwhile their War Hound brethren will adopt the customs of their allies but find ways to subvert them for their own benefit. Were-Lion prides are always matriarchal with a Parliament of Huntresses giving commands to the Keeper of the Den who must manage the servants, the young, and the prides territory. Hyena shapeshifters are considered the natural world’s immune system as they have the unique ability to purify otherworldly corruption by simply consuming it. Because Undead blight, demonic ichor, and aberrant mutagens taste and smell delicious to Were-Hyenas (who, again, are completely incorruptible) their packs have gathered knowledge to summon demons and other entities in order to be served up as part of a traditional feast or as an emergency food supply. This knowledge has put them in the cross-hairs of cabalists who seek to steal their knowledge for personal gain and puritanical zealots who seek to erase all knowledge of evil.
Dire-Maimed: extinct dire animals combined with echoes of primal deities: The Maimed are a direct link to The First Pack (also called the Court of the Crowned Beasts) that was manipulated by the Gods of Civilization into their own extinction. A human or demi-human cut with a Fang of The First Pack will become imbued, disfigured, and possibly killed by primal energies. These energies correspond to a force of nature such as Tempest, Plague, or Inferno, but there are legends that other forces exist. The arcane invocations Dire-Maimed can cast are powerful and destructive, but beneficial to the natural environment over time. Dire-Maimed are incapable of any form of natural reproduction as lesser beings cannot survive close prolonged exposure to the primal energies a D-M is constantly emitting. When a pair of D-M come together, there are no survivors, witnesses, or offspring, which is similar to what would happen if a hurricane and an earthquake tried to mate. Responsible holders of a First Pack Fang will only accept volunteers that have proven themselves trustworthy to become a Dire-Maimed through a ritual that allows the original host to survive and still retain their original personality but never return to their original form. Irresponsible cults use First Pack Fangs as the ultimate terror weapon, scratching an enemy (or suicidal volunteer) who will then turn into a short-lived godlike berserker or explode with primal energy in a massive radius. The evil cult will then try to search the wreckage for the Fang in order to use it again. If a stable Dire-Maimed is still capable of communicating and controlling it’s power, it can leverage it’s condition into social influence, becoming a venerated if horrifying figure in society, similar to a dragon who uses their hoard to buy royal titles or positions in a government. While the gods and their followers have censored ancient historical accounts, a dire-maimed lycanthrope inherits instinctual memories of their forbearers, so their testimony is highly sought after by anti-theistic sceptics.
#werewolf#worldbuilding#werewolves#bloodborne#werewolf the apocalypse#lycanthrope#lycanthropy#okami#kitsune#coyote#furry#furries#wolf#wolves#lion#lioness#hyena#hyenas#DnD#D&D#dungeons & dragons#folk horror#eldritch#cosmic#world#building#vicar amelia#blood starved beast#Dire-Maimed#Pack-Hunter
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trigger warning: body horror
Sooo when Mikey get extra mutantgen he gets zits that are literally breaking his shell and could die BUT when dogpound get extra mutagen he turns into a cool demon hound so not fair!
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
Are mutations like Crippled and Aunt Crom a common thing among hounds? Their designs are among my favorites, but with how hard life is in the crater, aren't hounds unable to hunt well a liability?
Depends how you define common. Like yeah, more common than they would be if their families lived outside of this closed-off land with mutagenic goo, sure. Less common, on average, than the composition of Iacar's pack.
But, you know, I really dislike this kind of thinking. No, they aren't "liability", they are people. They are living characters with their own thoughts and feelings and personalities. Like, what, are you suggesting the hounds would (or should) start murdering their disabled loved ones when times got tough?
And look at the other characters. None of them are emaciated, except for Crippled, who has a medical condition (or few). I very distinctly remember not drawing visible ribs on the other characters. Like, yeah, life is hard, but Iacar still managed to become a mountain of muscle, and has been able to keep it up. Morri lived through a literal famine during his childhood (puphood?), yet he still managed to grow up to the size of a pony.
If they happened across some really trying times, they'd much rather go on a diet and ask help from neighbors and/or relatives than murder their FRIEND.
Besides the hardness of life isn't JUST lack of food, it's also the "local rabbits also consider YOU a food" and like, just don't take aunt Crom with you when you hunt. She can wait back home while the hunters go do their job.
Disabled people can just exist.
63 notes
·
View notes
Note
I discovered you today and i just sat and read literally your entire blog, and your stuff is AMAZING!!! ❤❤❤❤❤It also definitely made me motivated to want to write again, so thanks for that!💕💕💕💕
You are far too sweet and wonderful, thank you! And please do start writing again if you’ve got the motivation. Nobody can tell the story you imagine better than you can. So, if you can, get settled in comfortably and get writing! I’ll be here in the background, pompoms in hand and cheering you on.
While you do that, here’s a little something as thanks for your kind words and general wonderfulness:
Blaviken. Geralt cursed the place every single say, hated it and everything that had happened there. He was fairly certain his fellow witchers hated it (and him) just as much. The only places Geralt could safely exist were at the edges of the continent, even there his white hair and general witcher-y looks didn’t afford him much anonymity. At least people only stared and whispered rather than approach him.
To give a bit of an explanation as to why he was trying his best to ignore the chatty bard sat opposite him, the facts of Blaviken had to be revisited. It had been a while ago, decades but Geralt could still remember it and still regretted his actions to that day. It had gone something like this:
He met Renfri, got along just fine with her. Maybe Geralt had been a bit cocky back then but he had been young. Well, young by witcher standards. So he’d appreciated her. A lot. Then he’d met Stregebor. Every time Geralt thought of the man, he felt the urge to spit. That bastard did more harm than he ever could have dreamed of.
Really, it was simple. Something about prophecies, blah blah black moons and women who Stregebor (*spit*) saw as less than human. It didn’t even rhyme. But that was beside the point. Evil - lesser, greater, middling. Fuck, Geralt regretted ever getting involved. If only he’d had a couple more decades where he’d matured and was less cocky. But no, he was young and convinced he knew what was right. It was obvious that Stregebor thought Geralt was less than human, a tool and nothing more to smite the women he’d targeted in his regime of hate and intolerance. That was when Geralt got caught up in his own brand of logic. If a witcher was less than human, a monster because of his mutagens then, by the same logic, a sorcerer was less than human because of his magic. And asking a witcher to kill a human, kill someone who was unfortunate enough to be born on a particular day and then hound her for her whole life? That was pretty evil. And Geralt was created for the slaying of evil. It was a bit of a no brainer to him at the time and, with great simplicity, he killed Stregebor, reasoning that it was one monster taking out another.
That was the start of it all. Slayer of Sorcerers. It was Geralt’s newest moniker, one that was whispered reverently. Turned out, Stregebor had been more than just a little bit evil. He was an oppressive prick, belittling Aretuza, ruling like a tyrant over humans in his vicinity, spreading lies, disputes and anger like rotten tendril of a vine, creeping into cracks and making them into large chasms of despair that were easy to manipulate in his favour.
The issue was, people were over the moon, they looked at Geralt like he was some hero. Then Renfri had to go and reclaim her life on her own terms and she touted Geralt as her champion. Things only got worse from there because Aretuza had decided that there was something to be gained from a partnership with witchers. Because of his role in it all, Geralt was the ultimate goal. And once Aretuza’s finest began courting him, everybody else followed. There was no escaping, royals and courts summoned him and other witchers, hoping for a favourable match. They were relentless and witchers were turning to desperate measures to protect themselves from unwanted advances.
While Lambert had settled with a public declaration of his love for Aiden and they wore each other’s insignia over their chests, others were less lucky. Poor Eskel was bemoaning that yet another contract had ended up being a dud, mostly because the court had said if he didn’t marry a princess, they’d turn her into a striga. Even when Eskel explained that that wasn’t how things worked, they were adamant. So Eskel had walked out, without pay and a very disappointed court.
“I wish I had a reputation like you,” he’d grumbled to Lambert who was happily perched on Aiden’s lap while Geralt was hiding in the darkest corner.
“That can be arranged,” Lambert grinned. “You still got Lil’ Bleater?”
As if Eskel would ever be without his beloved goats. That was good enough for Lambert who got up and cleared his throat. Immediately, the tavern fell quiet.
“Good evening everyone, I just wanted to tell you that my brother Eskel’s heart is filled with love for Lil’ Bleater. He has no room or need for anyone else in his life.”
That was how Eskel The Goat Fucker rumour was born. Whether it was good or not that people no longer threw their children at him was up for debate. Mostly because now Eskel got offered more goats than he knew what to do with.
But that was beside the point. Witchers were sought after commodity and revered by the population at large. With Geralt the most desirable trophy, he found he could no longer exist among humans easily and so, he sought solace at the fringes of the world. Which was where the bard had found him.
“I’m sure I can sing a few devastating songs to take you down a peg or two,” Jaskier had offered.
For the first time in his life, Geralt felt hope. “Please do.”
#geraskier#geralt of rivia#jaskier#eskel#lambert#aiden#mentioned lambert/aiden#tldr: if geralt had killed stregebor it would have been very different
186 notes
·
View notes
Note
I also love Eskel a normal amount, and I love the idea of him just being... Such a slut. Imagine free use witchers, where anyone can offer coin to a witcher for sex and they're expected to agree (they don't have to, but it's expected, and they usually do because it's easy money). Eskel does great, because he's charming and hits the balance of the thrill of fucking a witcher without coming across as actually dangerous to someone interested. (cont)
(cont) so Eskel pretty frequently gets lead back to someone's house, or fucked over a table in a tavern. Sometimes someone pays him for more than just a fuck. Sometimes they want to see Scorpion fuck him - and joke's on them, that's Eskel's favourite thing to do when he wants to treat himself. Sometimes someone wants to see how much he can take, and he finds himself getting stuffed with whatever his client has lying around the house
.
Warning: beastiality, dub con
It’s part of their trade they don’t talk about in the beginning, but they will accept offers of coin under the table to be taken to a room somewhere and fuck or get fucked. It’s mostly just nobles in the beginning, ones who can afford to pay absurd amounts of money so they can gloat about the time they slept with a witcher, but as monsters become more scarce and work harder to find they have no choice but to broaden their horizons.
Eskel’s spoken about it with Geralt and Lambert before, He knows Geralt charges a hefty sum, 300 crowns, to take him to bed purely because of his reputation, the only witcher to have survived two rounds of mutagens plus who wouldn’t want the butcher of blaviken groveling under their boot, or the white wolf crying out on their cock.
Lambert was more reasonable and changed his price depending on how much he thought he could swindle from someone, and he was good at it, playing off the annoying brat until people who had no intention of fucking him will hire him for the night just so they can beat him around a bit.
He has a different tact, in that he charges only a few crowns per client, Vesemir had berated him for it when he found out but when you were a witcher, a tall and imposing one with scars on your face highlighting that, he found he had to add a little extra incentive. He also came across as shy and half desperate for coin to get even the slightest farm hand to take him up on his offer, and when he was bent over and being fucked on the man’s cock that’s when he became more enthusiastic, begging them for more until he had enough and moved them so he could ride them how they both wanted to be fucked, quick and hard.
He soon earned a bit of a reputation for being a witcher slut and he wasn’t about to deny them, thinking back to when one guy paid 5 crowns to fuck him only for a group of his friends to join him and them all taking equal turns to ruin him on both ends before giving a pat to his ass and leaving. Honestly, as long as he was being fucked on the regular he didn’t care how much he was paid if at all, but he had his profitable evenings, namely after one guy fucks him in a corner of the inn, half the town follows until his pockets are filled with coin and by agreeing to let the land lord fuck him for a couple of rounds and again at breakfast he got free board for the night.
He earns most of his money though from the depraved fuckers who want to humiliate him, have him red in the face as he begs them to stop as they just laugh and continue. The ones who have him chase their wives through the woods (consensually of course, he’s not that desperate for coin) and when he catches them, pins them in the dirt to fuck into them like some deranged animal before their husband comes to push him off and ‘save the day from the mutant scum’. Or when they stap him down to the bed just to watch him squirm as they fuck him with different objects, a mirror handle, the hilt of his sword, one time an empty bottle of wine. It’s easy money, the only downside is that he doesn't get much out of it and often wonders back to town to see if he can find another client for the night.
Then there are those, either rich enough or enough of them to pool their cash, so they can take him to the breeding kennels, or out into the forest where the packs of wild dogs are, give him a couple of fingers for prep before letting the first beast mount him. He pretends to hate it, to cry out and curse just to encourage the jeers from the steadily growing crowd who throw more and more coins at him the more he struggles with each dog that mounts him. But Eskel likes getting fucked and whether that's by a human or an animal he doesn’t care, in fact animals are so much simpler, a brief flick of axii and he’s got a whole pack eagerly waiting to fuck him to make sure he never goes without on the path.
Even when he’s putting on the show now, there’s only a handful of beasts and most of them are already spent but there’s still coin to be earned and Eskel is still desperate for more. Once the dog on him knot deflates and he pulls away Eskel is able to do a quick axii, his audience none the wiser as he gets the alpha of the pack to drop its cock again, the dog panting as it sniffs at him before licking his hole, he pretends to flinch and whimper when it finally mounts him even as he rolls his hips back to encourage its cock into his hole.
His favorite thing to do though is get fucked by Scorpion, out on the path when it’s just them what else is there to do, especially when Scorpion is practically lipping at him all the time and the only way he can get camp set up for the night without being hounded by a horny horse is to suck him off first and then after dinner quickly work himself open before fucking himself on Scorpions cock. It’s made all the better when people who hire him for the night don’t take them to their room but instead back to the stables where a handful of coin is shoved into his hand before multiple people are pushing him about until he’s strapped onto the breeding bench.
He definitely enjoys milking his ‘hatred’ for it as he pretends to struggle and call out for Scorpion to stop as they lead him closer, the horses cock already hanging out of it sheath and in his head he can just purr out a ‘good boy’ as he struggles one last time when Scorpion is mounted on top of him, but the moment his cock presses into his hole he falls limp and groans as Scorpion forces him open on his cock.
Once Scorpion comes and pulls out he’ll be unstrapped and left to deal with the consequences, which usually means he’ll stay right where he is as he wriggles his ass still leaking Scorpions come, presenting it to him until finally the horse mounts him again and has him groaning on his cock. If he’s lucky he’ll get a third round from Scorpion that night and then in the morning they’ll leave for the next town which he knows has a reputation for their horse racing, maybe there he’ll get more than Scorpions cock.
#afterhours cw beastialty#afterhours cw object insertion#afterhours cw dubious consent#kinda but eskel loves being fucked so he doesn't really care#probably not what you asked for but here it is#kinda expect Eskel to go back to KM loaded after his sexcapades and geralt and lambert are like how the fuck because Eskels so cheap
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
The first Faora, Faora Hu-Ul, was introduced in Action Comics #471.[6][7] She was a beautiful Kryptonian woman whose unexplained hatred for men led her to torture and kill 23 men in a secret concentration camp. For this, she was imprisoned in the Phantom Zone to complete a sentence of 300 Kryptonian years, the second longest term after Jax-Ur.[8][9] This allowed her to survive her homeworld's destruction, along with the other Phantom Zone prisoners, albeit in an invisible ghostlike form. While imprisoned in the Phantom Zone, she was often depicted plotting against Superman with General Zod and Jax-Ur. Her hatred of men was not limited to Kryptonians, as demonstrated by her pointless murder of a young Frenchman who was attracted by her beauty.[10]
Faora was an expert at the Kryptonian martial art of Horo-Kanu, which utilized the pressure points on the Kryptonian body. This made her an extremely dangerous foe for Superman to face in hand-to-hand combat-—he was forced to flee from their first encounter.[8] During one of her first appearances,[11] Faora could manifest some sort of "mental lightning" to physically attack other Kryptonians, but did not exhibit this additional power during later appearances.
Post-CrisisEdit
Pocket UniverseEdit
Following the Crisis on Infinite Earths, another Faora (renamed Zaora) appeared in the Pocket Universe created by the Time Trapper, along with General Zod and Quex-Ul.[4] The three tricked the Pocket Universe's Lex Luthor into releasing them from the Phantom Zone. After the Pocket Earth's population continued to resist their conquest of it, the three villains destroyed the atmosphere, killing almost all life. Superman defeated them by permanently stripping the three of their super powers with gold kryptonite. He then executed them with kryptonite in punishment for their crimes, and to protect the real Earth after they threatened to somehow regain their powers and destroy it as well. Zaora pleaded with Superman for her life, offering him "all sorts of favors", before she succumbed to the kryptonite.[12]
Phantom Zone entityEdit
In the Eradicator mini-series, the Eradicator was pressured into embracing his programming by another construct of Kem-L's. This artifact, which was trapped in the Phantom Zone, claimed to be called Faora, after Kem-L's grandmother, and to be the ultimate repository of Kryptonian mythology. However it is unclear how much of this is true.
The Eradicator rejected Faora, "downloading" all the aspects of Kem-L's programming that contradicted Dr. David Conner's morality into the Faora program. Unknown to him, this gave it a new, monstrous form and the ability to leave the Zone, and it targeted Conner's family. The Eradicator destroyed it, but not before it killed Conner's wife.
PokolistanianEdit
Another Faora was introduced as one of the aides of General Zod of the fictional nation of Pokolistan. This character, who debuted in Action Comics #779 (July 2001), was an orphan metahuman. Faora has the ability to disrupt molecular bonds. She was the creator of the mutagenic virus which was the linchpin of Zod's plan. Her whereabouts following the General's defeat are unknown.[4]
"Return to Krypton"Edit
In a 2001–2002 storyline, Superman and Lois Lane visit a version of Krypton which is later revealed to have been created by the villainous Brainiac 13 and based on Jor-El's favorite period in Kryptonian history.[13] In this Krypton, Lois and Clark become fugitives and are pursued by Faora and Kru-El, romantically linked manhunters known as "the Hounds of Zod."[14] This version of Faora, calling herself "the Tigress of Zod", later returns as an ally of Jor-El. She and Kru-El are both killed in a struggle against Kryptonian religious zealot
3 notes
·
View notes
Photo
#13 - Kolmak Beast
Life of Posterra evolved way beyond its possibilities in such a short period of time. Sure, a million years sounds like a grand bit for things to shift and change, but let’s be honest here - not so wildly! There were, of course, some big events that both sped up the process and made it pretty wonky. The coming age of magic, for example, introduced a new source of energy to prosper with as well as putting some serious strain on ‘what’s possible’. Then the aliens came and did their experiments with pretty much everything, leaving a mark. And of course, the Dreadwake, the flood of pure madness from beyond the veil that roared across the land in mutagenic horror. All that mixed into a big gumbo of variety in shape, sizes, form, function and insanity! But there are still animals as we understand them, of cource, simple, docile herbivores, swift and dangerous predators that follows their base insticts. Animals we train and tame for our purposes. Hounds for hunting and company, sphinxes for crosswords solving, razor pigeons for carrying mail and slitting throat of our enemies and of course the calm, collected Komaks - the perfect beasts of burden, obedient, easy-going and nimble on their spindly legs.
#2020#spring#daily drawing#drawing#traditional art#ink#inks#marker#creature#monster#posterra#sci-fi#fantasy#beast#beast of burden#animal#quadruped#baggage
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
Miscella Vs the Fleet: old wounds
Spinel was something of an outsider to the Fleet, and walking through the rubble that had been a street market only a few hours ago, she felt that she was missing out on a lot of context.
Robots, humanoids, chimeric mash-ups and the periodic holographic manifestation of digitally encoded mind-states sat against the wall, nursing their wounds, wincing as medic-clerics carefully extracted acids specifically designed to counter the most common methods of regeneration against the Fleet. People who had chitinous bodies or alterations had watched their armor melt and then screamed as the acid had bitten at flesh and blone; those with powers centered around manipulating energy had been hit by anti-magic devices that disrupted the delicate flow, causing their bodies to break apart and explode on the spot, surviving only through sheer bloody-mindedness.
Gems weren’t immune. Spinel vaguely recalled agonizing pain before she poofed, and whatever it did had set the delicate balance of mutagenic forces plaguing her into overdrive; even now, the corruption raced through her, her projection slowly warping and turning acidic, spiritual pain sliding inward. And her Gem, mounted between breasts so large they made up a massive chunk of her entire mass, was a mass of jagged mineral, her rosey-red tinting into a dark and horrible shade of purple...
She heard it. The call of, of the thing from beyond the stars. The slow whisper, sliding into the back of her mind, drowned out just barely by the voices of other people.
But there were warm hands, kneading into her projections weak points where she got too rubbery to even move, pumping enough magic to stabilize it. It was a magic like fire, warm and, and kindly.
“Can you move?” Said a deep, rumbling voice that almost all solid baritone.
Spinel nodded, painfully standing up. She looked up into a tall and imposingly massive figure that could have been an ogre, or perhaps a goat, depending on how you looked at it. Perhaps even a nicer variety of demon.
The massive and exceptionally masculine figure sighed in relief; muscles individually larger than Spinel herself shifted beneath shaggy white fur, and a long face crowned by huge horns smiled softly. “That’s good. Please move carefully; I’m not sure how your magic might have been compromised.”
Asgore, she’d heard him called. The King of the Monsters, and a whole lot of other titles that made it sound like he’d seen a lot of extremely nasty things, and it was strangely appealing that he’d taken a bit of a shine to her.
Spinel frowned at the soldiers being led away; they weren’t local. None of them looked particularly modified on a biological or cybernetic level, though their fancy uniforms (very sleek, with a bit of an angular vibe to them) were definitely performance-enhancing exoskeletons. Power armor, she supposed, though not as clanky and ritualistically maintained as the sort you saw in her new group. The soldiers were a mixed group, of all manner of species, but whether it was a primate’s face or an avian turian’s mandibles or a glowy energy monster, they all had the same shut-down look of someone who was just doing a job and considered your presence to be beneath them; small time bullies who used what power they had to humiliate anyone they felt like.
They all had the same logo on them, which looked a bit like an infinity symbol surrounded by a spiral branching off into arrows pointing in multiple directions. “Who ARE those guys?”
“Miscella Incorporated soldiers, I believe,” said Asgore. “They have many private armies, of mercenaries and other such ruffians, but I suspect these are one of the in-house special forces they employ for touchy situations.”
Spinel blinked slowly. It had been a long day, not helped by a war rapidly escalating from a minor argument all at once. As best as she could tell, there HAD been a ship arrivng earlier, apparently to discus some trading rights.
And then there’d been yelling. And some of the Fleet members got way more intense about it than she’s ever seen, and they’d thrown punches after someone called them ‘disgusting mutants’, and then things really got out of hand.
At one point, a two-mile long ship had crashed right onto a city.
“So what the hell happened!?” she asked. “It was just a business thing; why’d they make it personal?”
Asgore sighed, looking very tired. “You should know... I’ve been with this group for a long time. Ever since we were nomads, roaming from world to world and fleeing our many enemies.”
Spinel glanced at him. Now did not seem the time for a history lesson. “Sure. You weren’t really the Fleet yet, right? You and your monsters joined up early on, then I guess Gems started finding you, and lots of other people... but it wasn’t like the way it was today. Things were a lot more fractious, you were always in danger, and the guys who’d form the Cobalt Stinger pirate empire were still with you.”
“Yes. Back then, we hadn’t run into those brutish sorts of the Imperial Commonwealth either. Our main enemy was... well. Miscella Incorporated.”
“...Why?”
“We passed near their worlds, and they took offense to us. You see, we didn’t use any of their currencies, we weren’t interested in buying any of their stuff save supplies or interesting gear, and most of all, we didn’t want to settle down in their lands and submit to their restrictive policies.” Asgore frowned. “Mega corporations, like Miscella, institutes some very harsh restrictions for their people. Depending on how the local branch implements it, they can often be little better than legal slavery. People are legally the property of whatever sub-corporation that has them employed, and they cannot move to other planets, change careers, or gain additional income without approval. Sometimes, they are even forced to have surgery and monitoring devices installed so they cannot think thoughts that Miscella would disapprove of.”
“That’s horrible.”
“Yes, that’s what we thought. We told them no. We said, on many ocassions, that our pride wasn’t worth whatever profit they offered. So things got much worse from there; Miscella is a bit of a control freak, as a whole, and since we would not comply, they tried to force us into either compliance, or to wipe us out and indoctrinate us.” He shook his head. “I honestly don’t know if this kind of policy is company-wide, or if we were simply unfortunate enough to be in the crosshairs of a particular branch that hated people who were from social margins... but they killed us, hounded us, chased us across hundreds of worlds. We fought back, and killed lots of them. At times, we were a roaming horde, destroying their towns and claiming the ruins as loot, just to survive. Revenge, and so on. And it wasn’t the Stingers alone that did such a thing, I can tell you.
“So blood for blood, and then both sides wanted revenge for the revenge we’d already taken, and so on. And so forth. It went on for a long time.” He sighed. “And so, now, there is a lot of bad blood.”
“Ain’t you guys ever tried to make peace, or at least force a cease fire?” Spinel asked. “We’re one of the biggest, baddest societies around; a single one of our heroines could clobber a whole army of theirs, I’m thinking.”
“True enough, but force alone is not a terribly attractive notion to all the clans, and given the scale of Miscella’s holdings, such total war would require absolute agreement among all the clans... and you know we argue far too much for that!” Asgore laughed, and then grew serious again. “But, miss Spinel, it’s not just revenge. Even if we didn’t have generations telling us, with bloody stories, not to trust them or give them an inch, our philosophies are wholly incompatible. You know, I think, that we in the Fleet believe that life, absolutely all forms of sapient existence, has the right to be free and become whatever it chooses, and to help all others prosper and live in contentment?”
Spinel nodded. “Yeah. I suppose that’s a reason I’m still here.”
“Indeed. Well, Miscella, I’m sorry to say, largely regards all people as resources. Sometimes... literally. Sometimes simply as markets to tap, or employees to use. But inevitably, they see people as tools and assets, fit only to serve their interests. Almost like a divine right of kings, but based on their own existing wealth and power; they consider themselves to be the rightful rulers of all existence, and all us must fall into line with how they think the world ought to be. They treat deviance from their cosmic agenda - which is an actual thing they have, some sort of flow chart of ultimate heirarchy and organization - as a personal affront. And we are nothing but deviants, you know!”
Spinel laughed. “I know!”
“So, our ideals and views are... too different. We see people and want them to be free. They see resources, and want to bring them to heel. Even if not for our mutual resentment, that would breed other problems. But ultimately, they are our oldest enemies.” He sighed. “And sooner or later, there will be war.”
“...We’d win that one. Right.”
Asgore looked troubled. “That’s the problem, though. I’m sure we’d win. The question is, how can we decisively win a war against such a powerful group, with our honor intact?”
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fall AU Bios
Leonardo
The Former Leader
As the eldest of the brothers, Leonardo was given the title of leader. This and his unmatched ability to reach into the hearts of those around him. A kind-hearted and nervous soul but often rash too. Afraid of failing his brothers he would come to conclusions to impress them but would not think them through, ending up getting them all in trouble. Though this caused them problems often his brothers believed in him, even when he didn’t.
It was his rashness that caused him to become the way he is now. He forced Donnie to use an in-beta Mutagen to enhance his abilities. This triggered his body to react negatively. The unfinished mutagen began growing uncontrollably and caused him to lash out, wounding his brother severely. When he snapped back to himself and realized what he had done, he ran.
None of the brothers are sure where he is now but believe he is on the surface, wandering alone. Constantly shifting between himself and the monster he so heavily detests.
Donatello
The Guilty
The second eldest brother. The mind of the group. His smarts are what makes him the team strategist. Once sarcastic and smug now nervous and unsure. Having believed in himself for the longest time due to his line of success in his field of mechanics and medicine. Though made fun of by his brothers because his resolve to use technology to fight, over weapons or physical strength, they still respect his intelligence. Knowing for sure they don’t understand the stuff he talks about 90% of the time.
Donnie had begun making a Mutagen to enhance his and his brother’s strength in battle after their father and Master, Splinter, fell to the claws of Vincent Crowe’s dreaded Dusk Hound. Knowing of it’s strength, Donnie worked hard to finish the Mutagen. A reckless Leo demanded that Donnie use the unfinished mutagen on him. The mutagen sent a shock through Leo’s body causing a short-lived paralysis. When Leo awoke, he wasn’t himself, he was violent with his mind and vision clouded. Donnie lost both his legs to this brutish twisted version of his brother.
Having been together as emotionally connected twins for the many years before, Donnie’s mind and heart had been scared just as his body had been.
Raphael
The Protector
The third eldest brother. The muscle of the team. Though much smaller than his brothers Raph is the strongest physically out of the four. As the sass master and most rash of the group, Raph fought for the position as leader but after having it proven to him that Leo was more fitting for the position he gave up the fight. Leaving the position to his older brother, Raph became the brawn of the team and vowed to protect the others instead not as the leader, but as their brother. Though usually quite laid back, Raph can easily get riled up. It is generally at those moments his Beast Form begins to show.
Raph has a team he leads nowadays known as the “Hunters”. This group consists of Donnie, Casey, April, So and himself. While Donnie and April often stay back at their base working on weapons and machinery, the other three are usually out fighting the Murk or scouting.
Raph also spends a lot of time with just Donnie, trying to lighten his mood or just have a general check-up chat with him. Being the only brother he has left that he can speak to, he holds him very close.
Michelangelo
The Hyōhaku-sha
The youngest brother. He used to be the spirit and the personality of the group but has changed greatly. Having been looked down upon by his brothers for being overenthusiastic, along with the more recent abuse of his ability to control his Beast Side slowly made him frustrated. Mikey disappeared into the city above leaving the other two fearing for their brother and wondering where he had gone.
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#tmnt#tmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#au#Leo#Donnie#Raph#Mikey#So#Casey#April#Fall AU#Bios
37 notes
·
View notes
Photo
ApaxTwixter: Mandas Name:Mandas 694 Age: 6 Blood and serum toxic: yellow and silver. Coat: seasonal Mutagens: As, PE , CS SC Class: berserker Caste: APAX More info One of the rare alpha Hunter Caste, Which may sport multiple mutations such as seasonal coats , spitting acids, poisonous excretions, color shifting, steel claws etc etc Generally Apax are 5x the size of a common Twixter and do to their unpredictable imbalances are not permitted for civilian possession. Commonly utilized for hunting, tracking and defending and guarding. The Apax sense of smell is 7x more efficient then a blood hounds. the beast itself is far more predatory then the domestic common, and it's highly unrecommended to place in closed spaces with wounded or creatures of lower or equal Caste do to its dominant and overall aggressive behaviors swings. Generally Apax are loyal overbearing and pushy,s strict demanding and if under the right conditions attention seeking. Twixters are a closed species belonging to chemicallyabsolute you are not allowed to make one unless authorized. Seeking some guest artist! #chemicallyabsolute #oc #cs #closed #drafts #cats #bats #dogs #aliens #postapocalyptic #wolf #closedspecies #guestartist
#closed#cats#aliens#wolf#guestartist#oc#postapocalyptic#cs#drafts#chemicallyabsolute#dogs#bats#closedspecies
0 notes
Text
Studio VI - Research
Microplastics
(These research are done with all our groups)
The properties of plastics are that they are lightweight, very durable physically and chemically, simply and inexpensive to produce. Plastics are made to last forever and do not biodegrade, yet 33% is just simply used once and disposed.
Microplastics are small pieces of plastic under 5mm. They can be pieces that have broken down and come from a larger piece of plastic or they could be actual products that are designed to be small such as microbeads and glitter. Plastics may enter the environment as litter and may include peeling microfibres from fabric and rope, tire wear debris and polymer coatings.
Although plastics have high durability and last for a long time in the environment, it becomes weathered with or without UV radiation, mechanical ocean forces such as waves and corrosion and biological activity such as organisms masticating. This leads to the production of many small fragments known as microplastics. A property of plastic is that it tends to be very light, therefore microplastics tend to float on the surface of seawater and travel globally due to wind and ocean currents. Although microplastics in personal items can be removed through the wastewater treatment process, a portion bypasses and is still discharged into the environment, this amount depends on the effectiveness of facilities in the area. Many studies have found varying concentrations of microplastic pollutants in freshwater and marine environments, this is a major problem. There is almost no areas where microplastics are not present.
There are many chemical additives used in the production of plastic items, such as plasticizers, antioxidants, ultraviolet and heat stabilizers, flame retardants and pigments can be toxic. Plastics are hydrophobic, meaning that they attract and concentrate toxic pollutants present in the ocean. These toxins may remain in the microplastics.
Phthalates - Plastic softeners, tendency to migrate into surroundings.
Endocrine disruptors causing reproductive system problems, developmental disorders, asthma, affects brain development.
BPA & BPS - Phasing out of food containers by FSANZ, completed in October 2017. Dietary exposure is low and not of concern for human health. Likely to still be hound in other plastic items.
Hormone disruptor, estrogen mimicking, cancer, infertility, heart disease and other health problems.
PVC - Its production releases many toxins such as phthalates, vinyl dichloride, ethylene dichloride, lead, cadmium and other toxic chemicals.
Styrene/Vinyl Chloride - carcinogenic and mutagenic.
PUR, Polyurathanes - Safe if fully bonded, however it is unlikely to be 100% bonded.
Increased asthma, irritant.
Plastics are harmful in the natural ecosystem. Organisms may become entangled or ingested. The ingestion of plastics may cause harmful effects on the entire ecosystem, microplastics are ingestible to small aquatic organisms. The plastic additives and the absorbed toxins leach into the gastrointestinal tract of a small ocean organism, the ingested toxins is concentrated into the surrounding body, when eaten by a larger organism, the toxins moves up along the food chain. There have been many incidents where an animal has died due to the ingestion of plastics, such as a beached pilot whale found to have over 8 kgs of plastic bags in the stomach.
“This should knock us into our senses. We knew that this plastic is coming back to us through our food chain. Now we see it is coming back to us through our drinking water. Do we have a way out?” - Muhammad Yunus, Nobel Peace Prize laureate and founder of Grameen Bank
Plastics and their toxicity are known to be eaten up the food chain, we eat them too. This is called tropic transfer. When we eat fish, generally the gastrointestinal tract is removed and discarded, this lowers our chance of eating microplastics. However, mussels, oysters and other shellfish filter feeders are eaten whole with the intestinal system intact, this means that we are ingesting the microplastics. Since microplastics attract, concentrate and transport other toxic pollutants, the consumer will be ingesting it also.
Microplastics have also been found in food and water. A study done by Orb media found microplastic fibres present in 80% of samples of tap water internationally. The contaminants come from abrasion of clothing, upholstery and carpets.
Microplastics are a universal problem, everyone is affected. Although microplastics are found on New Zealand coasts at lower concentrations, it still is of concern as it is a risk to the health of humans and the ecosystem.
“We might think of this as a distant problem, associated to less developed countries around the world, but sadly this is a global problem and microplastics have reported in New Zealand coasts as early as 1977, when Gregory R. Murray from University of Auckland conducted surveys through the country and found microplastics almost all the localities surveyed. Back then, microplastics were already encountered abundantly on beaches near Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch.
Another study, done by researchers from University of Canterbury and University of Otago in 2016 presented evidence for the presence of these particles in 8 of the 10 locations sampled around Canterbury. Akaroa Harbour was included in this study, and the results indicated a concentration of 353 microplastics per square meter of sediment.
Although that concentration is very small compared to other parts of the world, for a small, scarcely populated place like Banks Peninsula, it is a matter of great concern. Furthermore, this summer a waka conducting New Zealand's first plastic trawl and found significant amounts of these particles between Napier to Cape Palliser, being Wellington’s Oriental Beach the worst location with 230 macroplastics, 146 microplastics and 2412 plastic nurdles.”
-Maria Jesus Valdes, PhD candidate University of Otago
Glitter and Microbeads
Microbeads were first used in personal care products around 50 years ago. New Zealand has banned the production and sale of microbead products and has come into effect as of June 7 2018. This ban is recent as we are becoming more aware of the harm that plastics can cause. Along with the phasing out of single use plastic bags by popular supermarket chains.
References
Gabbatiss, J. (2017, November 22). Glitter should be banned over environmental impact, scientists warn. Retrieved from https://www.independent.co.uk/environment/glitter-ban-environment-microbead-impact-microplastics-scientists-warning-deep-ocean-a8056196.html
National Ocean Service. (n.d.). What are microplastics? Retrieved from https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/microplastics.html
Parker, L. (2017, November 30). To Save the Oceans, Should You Give Up Glitter? Retrieved from https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/11/glitter-plastics-ocean-pollution-environment-spd/
Zeng, E. Y. (2018). Microplastic contamination in aquatic environments : an emerging matter of environmental urgency. Amsterdam, Netherlands : Elsevier, [2018]. Retrieved from http://ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/login?url=http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=cat05020a&AN=aut.b2532469x&site=eds-live
Frederic Gallo, Cristina Fossi, Roland Weber, David Santillo, Joao Sousa, Imogen Ingram, … Dolores Romano. (2018). Marine litter plastics and microplastics and their toxic chemicals components: the need for urgent preventive measures. Environmental Sciences Europe, Vol 30, Iss 1, Pp 1-14 (2018), (1), 1. https://doi-org.ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/10.1186/s12302-018-0139-z
Ory, N. C., Gallardo, C., Lenz, M., & Thiel, M. (2018). Capture, swallowing, and egestion of microplastics by a planktivorous juvenile fish. Environmental Pollution, 240, 566–573. https://doi-org.ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/10.1016/j.envpol.2018.04.093
NZ Herald. (2018, September 20). Microplastic pollution much worse than feared. Retrieved from https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12012070
Blastic. (n.d.). Toxicity of plastics - Blastic. Retrieved from https://www.blastic.eu/knowledge-bank/impacts/toxicity-plastics/
Food Standards Australia & New Zealand. (n.d.). Chemicals in food packaging. Retrieved from http://www.foodstandards.govt.nz/consumer/chemicals/foodpackaging/Pages/default.aspx
France-Presse, A. (2018, June 4). Whale dies from eating more than 80 plastic bags. Retrieved from https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/jun/03/whale-dies-from-eating-more-than-80-plastic-bags
GreenFacts. (n.d.). Marine Litter: 3. What are micro-plastics and how do they enter the marine environment? Retrieved from https://www.greenfacts.org/en/marine-litter/l-2/3-micro-plastics.htm
Johnston, I. (2017, July 26). Plastic microparticles found in flesh of fish eaten by humans. Retrieved from https://www.independent.co.uk/environment/plastic-microparticles-fish-flesh-eaten-humans-food-chain-mackerel-anchovy-mullet-a7860726.html
Made Safe. (2016, December 13). How to Avoid Toxic Chemicals in Plastics. Retrieved from https://madesafe.org/avoid-toxic-chemicals-plastics/
Ministry for the Environment. (n.d.). Plastic microbeads ban | Ministry for the Environment. Retrieved from http://www.mfe.govt.nz/waste/waste-strategy-and-legislation/plastic-microbeads-ban
Nanotech Industries International. (n.d.). Dangers of Polyurethane. Retrieved from http://www.hybridcoatingtech.com/dangers-of-polyurethane.html
Orb Media. (n.d.). Invisibles. Retrieved from https://orbmedia.org/stories/Invisibles_plastics/
[[ Research of Microplastics in New Zealand that you may like to read about :< ]]
Otago Daily Times. (2018, June 6). Microplastics in New Zealand. Retrieved from https://www.odt.co.nz/news/your-news/microplastics-new-zealand
MFE. (2017). Plastic microbeads ban | Ministry for the Environment. Retrieved from https://mfe.govt.nz/waste/waste-strategy-and-legislation/plastic-microbeads-ban
( Ban set on June 7th 2018 )
NZ Herald. (2018, September 20). Microplastic pollution much worse than feared. Retrieved from https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12012070
Research - Conductive Materials
The conductivity of different materials is general knowledge, everyone should know this. This is something I haven’t looked into since college and I’ve forgotten most of it. However for this project I will be looking further into materials that I could incorporate into the interactive infographic.
There are generally two different types of materials, conductive and insulative. Conductive materials conduct electricity due to free electrons, many of these materials are metals. Insulators oppose electrical currents.
For this project I would be able to experiment with copper tape, conductive paint and conductive thread to use on the interactive wall.
Conductive paint could be very useful for this project, as you could use it for illustrations and even screen printing. The most popular paint is the electric paint from Bare conductive, it is quite costly so you could experiment with making your own using graphite and other materials. This is something I would definitely like to work on.https://www.instructables.com/id/Conductive-Paint/
There is also the Resene SmartTouch paint
https://www.youtube.com/watchSPtjfja3yYE
0 notes
Text
Research - Microplastics.
Here is a summary of the research that I have done on microplastics.
The properties of plastics are that they are lightweight, very durable physically and chemically, simply and inexpensive to produce. Plastics are made to last forever and do not biodegrade, yet 33% is just simply used once and disposed.
Microplastics are small pieces of plastic under 5mm. They can be pieces that have broken down and come from a larger piece of plastic or they could be actual products that are designed to be small such as microbeads and glitter. Plastics may enter the environment as litter and may include peeling microfibres from fabric and rope, tire wear debris and polymer coatings.
Although plastics have high durability and last for a long time in the environment, it becomes weathered with or without UV radiation, mechanical ocean forces such as waves and corrosion and biological activity such as organisms masticating. This leads to the production of many small fragments known as microplastics. A property of plastic is that it tends to be very light, therefore microplastics tend to float on the surface of seawater and travel globally due to wind and ocean currents. Although microplastics in personal items can be removed through the wastewater treatment process, a portion bypasses and is still discharged into the environment, this amount depends on the effectiveness of facilities in the area. Many studies have found varying concentrations of microplastic pollutants in freshwater and marine, this is a major problem. There is almost no areas where microplastics are not present.
There are many chemical additives used in the production of plastic items, such as plasticizers, antioxidants, ultraviolet and heat stabilizers, flame retardants and pigments can be toxic. Plastics are hydrophobic, meaning that they attract and concentrate toxic pollutants present in the ocean. These toxins may remain in the microplastics.
Phthalates - Plastic softeners, tendency to migrate into surroundings. Endocrine disruptors causing reproductive system problems, developmental disorders, asthma, affects brain development.
BPA & BPS - Phasing out of food containers by FSANZ, completed in October 2017. Dietary exposure is low and not of concern for human health. Likely to still be hound in other plastic items.
Hormone disruptor, estrogen mimicking, cancer, infertility, heart disease and other health problems.
PVC - Its production releases many toxins such as phthalates, vinyl dichloride, ethylene dichloride, lead, cadmium and other toxic chemicals.
Styrene/Vinyl Chloride - carcinogenic and mutagenic.
PUR, Polyurathanes - Safe if fully bonded, however it is unlikely to be 100% bonded.
Increased asthma, irritant.
Plastics are harmful in the natural ecosystem. Organisms may become entangled or ingested. The ingestion of plastics may cause harmful effects on the entire ecosystem, microplastics are ingestible to small aquatic organisms. The plastic additives and the absorbed toxins leach into the gastrointestinal tract of a small ocean organism, the ingested toxins is concentrated into the surrounding body, when eaten by a larger organism, the toxins moves up along the food chain. There have been many incidents where an animal has died due to the ingestion of plastics, such as a beached pilot whale found to have over 8 kgs of plastic bags in the stomach.
“This should knock us into our senses. We knew that this plastic is coming back to us through our food chain. Now we see it is coming back to us through our drinking water. Do we have a way out?” - Muhammad Yunus, Nobel Peace Prize laureate and founder of Grameen Bank
Micrpplastics Presence
Plastics and their toxicity are known to be eaten up the food chain, we eat them too. This is called tropic transfer. When we eat fish, generally the gastrointestinal tract is removed and discarded, this lowers our chance of eating microplastics. However, mussels, oysters and other shellfish filter feeders are eaten whole with the intestinal system intact, this means that we are ingesting the microplastics. Since microplastics attract, concentrate and transport other toxic pollutants, the consumer will be ingesting it also.
Microplastics have also been found in food and water. A study done by Orb media found microplastic fibres present in 80% of samples of tap water internationally. The contaminants come from abrasion of clothing, upholstery and carpets.
Microplastics are a universal problem, everyone is affected. Although microplastics are found on New Zealand coasts at lower concentrations, it still is of concern as it is a risk to the health of humans and the ecosystem.
“We might think of this as a distant problem, associated to less developed countries around the world, but sadly this is a global problem and microplastics have reported in New Zealand coasts as early as 1977, when Gregory R. Murray from University of Auckland conducted surveys through the country and found microplastics almost all the localities surveyed. Back then, microplastics were already encountered abundantly on beaches near Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch.
Another study, done by researchers from University of Canterbury and University of Otago in 2016 presented evidence for the presence of these particles in 8 of the 10 locations sampled around Canterbury. Akaroa Harbour was included in this study, and the results indicated a concentration of 353 microplastics per square meter of sediment.
Although that concentration is very small compared to other parts of the world, for a small, scarcely populated place like Banks Peninsula, it is a matter of great concern. Furthermore, this summer a waka conducting New Zealand's first plastic trawl and found significant amounts of these particles between Napier to Cape Palliser, being Wellington’s Oriental Beach the worst location with 230 macroplastics, 146 microplastics and 2412 plastic nurdles.”
-Maria Jesus Valdes, PhD candidate University of Otago
Microbeads
Microbeads were first used in personal care products around 50 years ago. New Zealand has banned the production and sale of microbead products and has come into effect as of June 7 2018. This ban is recent as we are becoming more aware of the harm that plastics can cause. Along with the phasing out of single use plastic bags by popular supermarket chains.
Keep reading for references.
References
Blastic. (n.d.). Toxicity of plastics - Blastic. Retrieved from https://www.blastic.eu/knowledge-bank/impacts/toxicity-plastics/
Food Standards Australia & New Zealand. (n.d.). Chemicals in food packaging. Retrieved from http://www.foodstandards.govt.nz/consumer/chemicals/foodpackaging/Pages/default.aspx
France-Presse, A. (2018, June 4). Whale dies from eating more than 80 plastic bags. Retrieved from https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/jun/03/whale-dies-from-eating-more-than-80-plastic-bags
GreenFacts. (n.d.). Marine Litter: 3. What are micro-plastics and how do they enter the marine environment? Retrieved from https://www.greenfacts.org/en/marine-litter/l-2/3-micro-plastics.htm
Johnston, I. (2017, July 26). Plastic microparticles found in flesh of fish eaten by humans. Retrieved from https://www.independent.co.uk/environment/plastic-microparticles-fish-flesh-eaten-humans-food-chain-mackerel-anchovy-mullet-a7860726.html
Made Safe. (2016, December 13). How to Avoid Toxic Chemicals in Plastics. Retrieved from https://madesafe.org/avoid-toxic-chemicals-plastics/
Ministry for the Environment. (n.d.). Plastic microbeads ban | Ministry for the Environment. Retrieved from http://www.mfe.govt.nz/waste/waste-strategy-and-legislation/plastic-microbeads-ban
Nanotech Industries International. (n.d.). Dangers of Polyurethane. Retrieved from http://www.hybridcoatingtech.com/dangers-of-polyurethane.html
Orb Media. (n.d.). Invisibles. Retrieved from https://orbmedia.org/stories/Invisibles_plastics/
Gabbatiss, J. (2017, November 22). Glitter should be banned over environmental impact, scientists warn. Retrieved from https://www.independent.co.uk/environment/glitter-ban-environment-microbead-impact-microplastics-scientists-warning-deep-ocean-a8056196.html
National Ocean Service. (n.d.). What are microplastics? Retrieved from https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/microplastics.html
Parker, L. (2017, November 30). To Save the Oceans, Should You Give Up Glitter? Retrieved from https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/11/glitter-plastics-ocean-pollution-environment-spd/
Zeng, E. Y. (2018). Microplastic contamination in aquatic environments : an emerging matter of environmental urgency. Amsterdam, Netherlands : Elsevier, [2018]. Retrieved from http://ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/login?url=http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=cat05020a&AN=aut.b2532469x&site=eds-live
Frederic Gallo, Cristina Fossi, Roland Weber, David Santillo, Joao Sousa, Imogen Ingram, … Dolores Romano. (2018). Marine litter plastics and microplastics and their toxic chemicals components: the need for urgent preventive measures. Environmental Sciences Europe, Vol 30, Iss 1, Pp 1-14 (2018), (1), 1. https://doi-org.ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/10.1186/s12302-018-0139-z
Ory, N. C., Gallardo, C., Lenz, M., & Thiel, M. (2018). Capture, swallowing, and egestion of microplastics by a planktivorous juvenile fish. Environmental Pollution, 240, 566–573. https://doi-org.ezproxy.aut.ac.nz/10.1016/j.envpol.2018.04.093
NZ Herald. (2018, September 20). Microplastic pollution much worse than feared. Retrieved from https://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=12012070
0 notes
Text
Secret of the Sewers: Fall of the Shredder
At Galactic Enterprises, the remaining Council members were suspended in healing tanks, the mutagenic medicine doing what it could to heal their broken bodies. Mashimi’s body was laid out on a small table, arranged respectfully with his sword resting on his chest. Murakami, Splinter, Miwa, and the rest of the Hamato siblings all stood around him as Mr. Mortu stepped forward.
“I am deeply sorry for your loss.” he apologized. “I can have his body sent to Japan as soon as possible, so the proper funeral rites can be held on his native soil.”
“Thank you.” Murakami said quietly, gently placing a hand on his former pupil.
Mortu looked at them all solemnly, then turned and walked off to give them some space. Leo looked down at Mashimi’s body, then up at the council. His fists clenched angrily as he marched out of the room. Splinter saw him go and quietly followed after him.
...
Splinter found his son up on the roof of Galactic Enterprises. The Blue turtle was looking out at the city, the stars twinkling in the night sky. He watched them with a mournful look, then he slammed his fists down on the railing around the edge of the building.
“My son?” Splinter called out, approaching Leonardo.
“This never should have happened!” Leo exclaimed. “We should have been out there trying to find him!”
Splinter walked over to his son and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“We can only do so much in life, Leonardo.” Splinter tried to reassure. “What’s done is done. To dwell on what should have been will only torture us.”
“But you know I’m right Sensei!” Leo let out, turning to Splinter with tear-filled eyes. “We thought he was dead after the Wolf Hotel fight, but he wasn't. We thought he was dead after the boat explosion, but he wasn’t! Twice we’ve let our arrogance cloud our judgement, and now someone has paid the ultimate price for our failure!”
Splinter considered what Leo had said, before letting out a sigh of admittance.
“You are right, my son.” Splinter replied. “Tonight’s events have made clear that the Shredder is a problem that can go unchecked no longer. We must end this.”
Leo straightened up, a serious look on his face.
“Once and for all.” He agreed.
...
Hisako broke away from the small funeral to meet up with Samson. He and Dr. Xeinos were leaving one of Galactic Enterprises large meeting rooms where the recently recovered mutants were being held. When Samson saw Hisako approaching, he gave her a warm smile.
“Hisako.” he greeted.
“How are they?” Hisako asked, glancing towards the door.
“Still recovering I’m afraid.” Dr. Xeinos lamented.
“Thanks for not locking them up in the cell block downstairs.” Hisako told the doctor. “They’re not bad guys… They’re just...”
“Hostile and afraid.” Samson concluded.
Hisako nodded silently.
“Can I… Can I see them?” she inquired.
Dr. Xeinos and Samson exchanged worried looks, but eventually relented.
“Just be careful.” Samson practically begged.
Hisako nodded, then gently opened the door to the meeting room. The four mutants were all on the opposite end of the room, the table and chairs having been erected as some sort of makeshift barrier. They seemed to be huddled close together, as if afraid to be alone.
“Hey guys.” Hisako called out, closing the door behind her. “Can I come closer?”
The mutants all turned to each other before turning back to Hisako and nodding. She approached slowly, climbing over the barrier before touching down on the other side. She didn’t get any closer after that, choosing to sit down with her back to the barrier.
“I...” she began, truly at a loss for word. “I wish I knew what to say… Wish there were some magic words to make what we-... what you went through go away.”
The mutants all just sighed, Tusks giving Hisako a look.
“Hey, it ain’t your fault.” he told her.
“We should have tried to find you guys after-... after.” Hisako replied.
“That place was coming down anyway.” Horns replied.
“Still, it’s no excuse.” Hisako argued. “I’m sorry… to all of you.”
“There is...” Rahzar spoke up. “Only one to blame for this.”
Armaggon gurgled menacingly, forming a claw with his webbed fingers. Though he couldn’t speak, his message was clear.
“Shredder.” Hisako muttered, her fists clenching. “Rahzar’s right. It’s his fault we’re like this.”
“Then I say we go do something about it!” Tusks declared.
“I agree.” Leo’s voice agreed.
The mutants and Hisako turned to see Leo standing in the doorway.
“Thought I might find you here, sis.” Leo told her.
Rahzar growled defensively, but Armaggon put a hand on the coyote’s chest, shaking his head. Tusks and Horns eyed the blue turtle, the latter cocking his head slightly as if giving Leo permission to join them.
“We want to stop Shredder as well.” Leo told them as he approached. “And we’re working on a plan to take him down. We could use your help, if you’re willing to work with us. I know you’ve been misused by humans in the past, but the ones we call friends are nothing like the monsters you’ve dealt with before.”
“Yeah, we know.” Tusks informed him. “That Samson guy was cool with us.”
“Besides, you’re offering us a chance to get some much needed payback against the whack job that had us mutated and tortured.”
Armaggon let out a low roar, getting to his feet. Rahzar did the same.
“I agree...” he snarled. “We’re in...”
“Great.” Hisako replied.
...
Later, the turtles, Splinter, Hisako, Miwa, April, Casey, Samson, Leatherhead, and the mutants were meeting in the lair, all of them gathered around the kitchen table. Leo stood at the head, taking a deep breath as he prepared to address the group.
“Alright everyone,” He spoke. “This is it. Our most daring challenge yet. Shredder has hounded us for too long. It’s time we take the fight to him.”
“Well it’s about time.” Raph remarked, punching his palm.
“Except we have no idea where he is.” Donny interjected.
“Yes, we do.” Miwa spoke up.
She slapped a map of the wooded area of New York down on the table. April provided her with a marker, which she used to circle a small part on the map.
“The Shredder had a mansion built deep in the woods, overlooking a large cliffside.” she explained. “To me, it was always his summer home, but considering what we’ve done to his empire, as well as his status with the Foot, I have no doubt that’s where he’s hiding out.”
“Then that’s where we go.” Leo declared.
“Knowing Shredder, he’s gonna be prepared for a frontal attack.” Donny hypothesized. “Motorheads, elites, those invisible ninjas, not to mention whatever leftover mutants he may have.”
“So going in guns blazing would be suicide.” April surmised. “Noted.”
Casey looked at the map, squinting at it as he began thinking.
“Miwa, can I see that marker?” he asked.
Miwa handed it over as Casey looked over the map.
“If I was Shredder, I’d probably have those Dogpound creatures guarding the woods surrounding the mansion with Motorheads to supervise.” he mused. “They’d use the trees for cover, luring their victims towards the water.”
Armaggon gurgled a bit, Rahzar nodding.
“The water… where the other… fish mutant… waits.” Rahzar reported.
“Fishface?” Mikey questioned. “But I thought Leatherhead ate him.”
“The new guy made another one.” Tusks informed him.
“Of course he did.” Raph muttered.
Samson looked at the map, rubbing his chin.
“I will lead the Guardians in a frontal assault, drawing the attention of these Dogpound soldiers and their Motorhead companions.”
“Meanwhile, the guys can sneak in from the back, here.” Casey continued, pointing to a back entrance on the map.
“What about Fishface?” Donny questioned. “To get to the back entrance, we’d still need to scale the cliff walls to avoid the forces.”
“Leave that… to me...” Leatherhead snarled.
“All yours big guy.” Mikey remarked. “Just wait till we’re out of the water before you eat him.”
LH nodded once.
“Shredder’s forces will no doubt be flooding the mansion.” Casey continued. “We’ll have to be in sync and connected at all time.”
“I can handle that.” April promised. “I’ll head back to Galactic Enterprises and hook up with Mortu. That way, we’ve got a bead on everyone’s status and location.”
“Then now is the time we prepare.” Splinter declared. “For soon, we will be engaged in the fight of our lives.”
...
The turtles shed their usually colorful garments, knowing that they couldn’t risk giving themselves away. They clothed themselves in all black, smearing black face paint across their eyes in intimidating patterns. Hisako donned blackened clothes as well, tying her hair in a tight braid before applying black face paint as well. Miwa did the same, pulling a hood over her bright pink hair before drawing a simple line of paint over her eyes. Mikey placed black make up over his eyes and cheeks like an 80’s action hero, Raph did dark lines across his face like claws, Leo did twin lined down his cheeks, while Donny stuck with a simple long line.
The mutants all shed their former hospital pants, donning some oversized clothes that Leatherhead had found for them. Horns got an old wife beater that had yellowed overtime and a pair of ripped camo pants. Tusks put an old jean jacket vest on over his pair chest, torn jeans covering his legs. Rahzar just took a pair of black pants, Armaggon taking ownership of a set of swim trunks.
Casey packed up his hockey bag full of sports equipment, including several metal bats, golf clubs, croquet mallets, and hockey sticks. He tucked parts of his football padding under an old paint-stained hoodie, sliding his hockey mask onto his face. Samson donned his usual trench coat and shades, sliding his sword into his coat. Splinter strapped a quiver of arrows over his shoulder and pulled out a special katana from his days in the Foot. He strapped it onto his side and got ready to join his family in what appeared to be their greatest battle yet.
...
The Shellraiser drove down the streets of New York, a Galactic Enterprises Van right next to them. Nobody said a word, all of them anxious to get where they were going. Leo looked out at the city as it slowly faded into the distance, his eyes landing on the silhouette of Galactic Enterprises in the distance. He then turned back to the road ahead as they approached the woods.
“Tonight, we take Shredder down.” he told his family, holding out one hand palm down.
“Together.” Raph agreed, placing his hand on top of Leo’s.
The rest of the family joined in, save for Casey who was driving.
“Cowabunga!” They all exclaimed in unison.
...
Later, they parked in a clearing a few miles from the mansion. They made their way on foot, all of them acting with every speck of grace and stealth they had.
“The Shredder’s mansion is just up ahead.” Leo reported. “Samson, are your forces in position?”
“We are ready, Leonardo.” Samson reported over comms. “Just tell us when.”
“Tusks, you and the rest of the mutants ready?” Hisako asked.
“Born ready.” Tusks answered.
Hisako nodded at Leo, who nodded back.
“Let’s do this.” he declared.
With that, the mutants and guardians charged towards the mansion. As they ran forward, Motorheads emerged from the trees and leapt towards the guardians. Dogpound units howled into the night as they barreled out of the bushes. The mutants engaged the Dogpound brigade head on as the guardians clashed swords with the motorheads. Rahzar launched several claws at the mutant dogs, striking a good portion of them. Tusks and Horns tagged teamed on both Motorheads and Dogpounds alike, ramming them into trees, rocks, and anything hard they could find. Armaggon gurgled loudly, chomping down on anything and anyone who was foolish enough to get in range of his jaw.
Samson sliced one motorheads sword with his own before kicking him aside. He then blocked another motorhead’s blade coming from behind before another guardian took him out.
“We have the forces busy here.” Samson reported over comms. “Do what you have to.”
“Right.” Leo replied. “To the cliff everyone.”
The Hamato family, plus Leatherhead and Casey, then ran through the carnage, dodging and weaving through various fights as they made their way towards the cliff. They didn’t even bother to stop, running right over the edge and into the waters below. As they swam towards the mansion, a blurry figure darted underneath them. The Hamato family all looked down, just in time to see a new Fishface zooming towards them.
“Fishface at 9:00!” Donny reported.
“Go get him big guy.” Hisako told him.
Leatherhead nodded, then dove under the water to face off against the mutant fish. The two locked hands, snarling at one another.
“I ate… the last one.” Leatherhead warned, baring his teeth. “You think… you’ll do better?”
Fishface just roared as the two continued to clash. Leatherhead then bit down hard on Fishface’s shoulder, eliciting a cry from the fish. Up above the water’s surface, the bubbles from their fight rose up.
“My children, we must continue our journey before Shredder has a chance to truly gather his forces.” Splinter urged.
“And before this turns into a literal bloodbath.” Mikey added.
With that, the group swam for the shore beneath Shredder’s mansion. The cliffside rose up around them as the Hamato Family drew out sets of climbing claws.
“Man, I can’t remember the last time we had to use these.” Raph remarked.
“We can’t risk using Hisako’s telekinesis this early in the game.” Donny informed him. “We need all of us at peak strength when we face Shredder.”
“Donny’s right.” Leo announced. “Let’s get to climbing.”
...
Finally, the group was able to get to the top of the cliff and right in front of the mansion. They stowed their claws, looking up at the mansion with fear and trepidation. Miwa shivered slightly.
“Never thought I’d be back here.” she muttered. “And certainly not as an attacker.”
“Life tends to have a peculiar sense of humor.” Leo remarked.
“You mean like how the girl you were secretly dating turned out to be your sister?” Mikey added.
“Now?” Leo asked. “You’re doing this now?”
What?” Mikey asked. “Just trying to relieve tension.”
“Enough.” Splinter interrupted. “Let us press forward.”
They approached the doors of the manor, Hisako stepping forward. She popped her neck, then her eyes began to glow as she summoned her power. The doors were surrounded in a halo of green light before they were ripped off the hinges and tossed aside.
“Knock-knock.” she declared as the power died down.
“Now, where would Shredder be hiding out in this place?” Casey asked.
“The master bedroom is on the top floor.” Miwa reported. “In between us and that is the dojo and a small lab.”
“That’s a whole lot of bad.” Donny remarked.
“Then we better get moving.” Raph replied, walking further into the mansion.
They slunk through the mansion, doing their best to keep as quiet as possible.
...
Slowly opening the door, Raph peered inside to see the lab Miwa was talking about. His nose wrinkled at the smell of antiseptics, his hands curling around his sai. The others soon entered, Hisako clinging to Splinter with a death grip on his robe.
“This isn’t That Place, He cannot hurt me.” she muttered to herself. “This isn’t That Place, He cannot hurt me.”
“Maybe we should have let her wait outside.” Mikey suggested.
“No time.” Leo replied. “Besides, we need all hands on deck for this one.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Leonardo!” Dr. Chaplain’s voice called out from the darkness.
Everyone turned to see Chaplain emerging from the shadows, the light gleaming off his glasses ominously as he smirked at the turtles.
“You!” Mikey declared before pausing for a moment. “Who are you?”
“I suppose I don’t have the same reputation as my predecessor.” Chaplin admitted. “My name is Dr. Chaplain, Master Shredder’s new scientific officer.”
“Well now we know who’s responsible for the new mutants Shred head sicced on the Council.” Raph remarked.
“And not just them.” Chaplin added.
Just then, several Foot Tech Ninjas materialized in front of Chaplain. All of the Hamato family froze at the sight of them.
“Ah great, not these guys again.” Miwa groaned.
“My greatest creation, even if you freaks got lucky last time.” Chaplain informed them. “But don’t worry, I’ve given them a few upgrades.”
The Foot Tech Ninjas then turned invisible again.
“And this time, there isn’t any fire extinguisher to save you this time!” He concluded.
“Aw shoot.” Mikey let out, spinning his Nunchucks.
The group just braced themselves, waiting for the ninjas to attack. Suddenly, group was bombarded by a series of unseen strikes.
“Dammit, I did not want to get tossed around by invisible ninjas again!” Raph exclaimed as something grabbed his hair, pulling him back.
“Focus, my son.” Splinter insisted, drawing his bow back and firing an arrow at Raph’s assailant. “You have faced this situation before, and yet you came out victorious.”
The arrow connected, embedding itself into the invisible figure. It released Raph, allowing the red turtle to stumble forward.
“Yeah, but then we could kinda see them.” Mikey gulped.
“And I doubt it will work this time!” Donny added. “Look.”
The Hamato family all looked over just in time to watch as the arrow shimmered, disappearing from sight. They all gulped, returning to the fight.
“Hisako, please tell me you can help us out.” Leo begged, crossing his swords to hold off an attack.
“No dice on my end either.” Hisako remarked, slashing blindly with her tessen. “Still nothing but white noise on the mental spectrum.”
Chaplain laughed.
“And to think, you freaks brought down my predecessor.” he declared. “How pathetic, brought down low by an enemy you can’t see.”
Miwa perked.
“Can’t see...” she muttered. “Donny, find the light switch and cut the power!”
“How is that gonna help?” Donny asked.
“Trust me!” she shouted.
Donny just shrugged as he looked around the room for a light switch. Finally eying one, he activated the piston attachment on his Bo staff and vaulted across the room, landing right in front of it. He flipped the switch, killing the lights and plunging the room into darkness. Despite this, Chaplain kept laughing.
“Fools.” he declared. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t be prepared for such an eventuality? My Foot Tech Ninjas are equipped with state of the art Night Vision goggles.”
“Sure likes to talk a lot, doesn’t he?” Leo asked.
“That he does.” Miwa agreed. “Donny, do it.”
Donny flipped the lights again, and this time, the room was filled with screaming. Almost immediately, the ninjas came into view as they yanked their masks off, trying to escape the blinding light. Chaplain gasped in horror.
“No!” he shrieked.
“Now!” Miwa commanded.
Splinter fired arrow after arrow, nailing the Foot Tech Ninjas in the shoulder. Raph ran up to one and kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Hisako threw her tessen at a third, slicing through his suit before catching her fans and kicking the unfortunate ninja in the chest. Donny swung his staff at one ninja’s head before sweeping the feet out from another, taking them both out. Leo faced down the final one, going old school with just an old fashion knuckle sandwich to the face. The ninja fell hard, leaving only Chaplain standing. He gulped hard, nervously backing away. He turned around meaning to escape, only to run right into Mikey, spinning a nunchaku.
“Lights out.” Mikey quipped, striking him in the face.
The doctor fell hard, his nose now broken and bleeding. Mikey stood over him triumphantly before turning to his siblings.
“Nice one Mikey.” Hisako congratulated.
“No time for accolades now.” Leo interjected. Let’s keep moving.
The others nodded, turning to Miwa.
“Lead the way, sis.” Raph told her.
She nodded, taking them out of the lab.
...
The group pressed onward, traversing the numerous hallways as they made their way up to the second floor. Eventually, they reached a large set of ornate double doors.
“This is it.” Miwa declared. “Shredder’s dojo.”
“What do you think is waiting for us in there?” Raph asked.
“Traps, foot soldiers...” Leo listed off.
“Hun.” Hisako added.
“Trouble.” Splinter concluded. “Be on your guard.”
They pushed the doors open, entering a spacious room. The lights were off, but through the moonlight streaming through the windows, the Hamato family could make out what looked like giant spiked balls suspended from the ceiling, training posts in various corners, and a familiar silhouette waiting for them on the opposite end of the room.
“Well, well, well.” Hun let out. “Look who decided to come and play.”
The lights turned on, revealing Hun in all his Gamaron glory. He sneered at the group, showing his sharpened teeth menacingly.
“Never thought you freaks would have the guts to come here, but you’re gonna wish you’d stayed in whatever hole you call home.” he threatened.
“Y’know, I’m starting to wish the guys hasn’t busted your human look.” Casey remarked. “You are giving all turtles a bad name with your freakish look.”
“Preach it, Case!” Mikey declared.
“You punks aren’t gonna look so well yourselves after we’re done with you.” Hun remarked.
“Oh yeah?” Mikey retorted. “You and what-”
“Don’t say it!” the others sans Splinter interrupted.
Hun chuckled darkly, then snapped his fingers. All of a sudden, a large plume of smoke appeared along the edge of the dojo, and the five elites emerged from it. Mikey gulped as everyone glared at him.
“Right… sorry...” he muttered.
“And that’s not all.” Hun informed them. “You see, Master Shredder had this state of the art dojo installed to put him to the ultimate test. At full power, it should be more than enough to destroy you freaks.”
He opened up one of the training posts, revealing an electronic console. Once he powered it on, the floor beneath the Hamato clan opened up beneath them, revealing a bamboo floor covered in secret panels. These panels opened up, revealing hidden weapons and cannons.
“Well no one said it was gonna be easy.” Raph remarked.
All of a sudden, the cannons started firing at them, causing them to scatter. Donny dug into his coat, pulling out several shuriken and throwing them at the cannons. He managed to hit a few, shorting them out.
“Goongala!” Casey exclaimed, jumping in the air and bringing one of his metal bats down on a gun.
Leo leapt around the dojo, dodging the blasts and deflecting a few with his sword as the spear elite ran up to him. Leo ducked under the elite swinging his weapon at him.
“Guess we better crank this up to eleven.” Hun mused, flipping a few switches on the control panel.
The guns disappeared, then the bamboo floor split, dropping all but Leo, Raph, and Splinter into a deep pit.
“Guys!” Raph called down.
“We’re okay!” Hisako called back.
As she said this, buzz saw blades shot out of the walls, forcing the occupants of the pit to dodge them.
“Less okay!” Hisako amended.
“Get us out of here!” Donny exclaimed, vaulting over a buzz saw blade.
“Working on it!” Leo called back, blocking the elite’s spear with his sword.
Raph saw Hun with the controls and ran towards him. Unfortunately, the katana and Kama elites barred his way. The two swung their weapons at him, and he quickly blocked them. Splinter jumped over them both, vaulting towards Hun. Hun braced himself as Splinter charged at him, drawing his sword. Hun used his claws to block Splinter’s initial attacks before the rat master leapt into the air and kicked him in the face. Hun stumbled back as he recovered, snarling.
“You think you’re so tough, rat?” he sneered.
“Come and find out, creature.” Splinter challenged.
Hun then charged toward him, his claws at the ready.
Down below, everyone has so far been successful in avoiding getting sliced at. Unfortunately, the buzz saws were not the only things down in the pit. The back wall opened up, revealing a long, spiked roller slowly powering up. It came out of the darkness of its alcove, revealing to be one of many attached to a large apparatus. The group took off running, trying to avoid the spinning rolls of death.
“Guys!!!” Mikey exclaimed.
“Someone turn off this thing before we’re mincemeat!” Miwa shouted.
“I’m kinda busy right now!” Raph called back, barely holding off the two elites.
He managed to get into a good position to kick one into the other, running towards the control console and throwing it open. He looked at the machinery, perplexed for a moment. Then, he just let out a yell and stabbed it with his sai over and over until the death traps stopped working. Mikey let out a sigh of relief as he slumped against the wall.
“Way to cut it close, Raph.” Casey called out.
Before Raph could retort, an elite roundhouse kicked him away from the control panel.
“Fool!” the elite declared. “Enjoy your moment of respite before the back-up power kicks in.”
“Backup power?” Hisako repeated.
Just then, the rollers began spinning again and moving towards them.
“Oh come on!” Mikey let out.
“Hisako, think you can get me up there?” Donny asked. “I may be able to do something about this.”
“At this point, it’s be suicide not to try.” she answered.
She surrounded Donny in a field of energy, rocketing him up out of the pit. He narrowly avoided the spinning rolls, and the large spiked balls that were now dropping down from the ceiling. He grabbed onto one of the balls and swung off, landing at the console near Raph.
“Keep Hun’s cronies off me!” Donny told him. “It’s gonna take me a while to figure this out.”
“I got your back bro!” Raph reassured, spinning his sai.
“We both do!” Leo declared running towards them.
Leo kicked away one elite as the kusarigama elite threw his chain at them. Raph quickly grabbed the chain and pulled him in close, allowing Leo to kick him in the face, taking him out.
Back with Splinter, he and Hun were grappling with one another, Splinter barely able to hold the large Gamaron back. Hun them picked Splinter up and slammed him against the wall. Splinter grunted in pain as Hun grinned maliciously.
“The Master is going to be pleased when I bring him your head.”
“I would have thought by now, he’d be used to disappointment.” Splinter remarked before jabbing Hun’s arm.
His arm suddenly went limp, causing him to drop Splinter. He then quickly jabbed the other arm before jabbing at a point on Hun’s neck. The Gamaron’s eyes rolled back in his head before he flopped down hard on the ground, unconscious and immobile.
“Donny!” Miwa screamed, the rolling spikes forcing her against a wall.
“Hurry!” Casey added, the spikes leaving grooves in his mask with how close they were getting.
“Almost… there…” He let out, working at the controls. “Got it!”
Finally, the rollers stopped, inches away from digging into Casey’s mask. He sagged against the ground, the rest of the group doing the same. Donny hit a few buttons and the traps retracted, the floor rising up and bringing the rest of the family up with it. After a few more buttons, the guns came out, aiming right at the elites.
“If I were you, I’d run.” Donny warned.
The elites all exchanged looked, then turned and bolted for the door. Donny grinned, hitting the on button as he and the rest of the group watched them run.
“Well… that was fun.” Raph remarked.
“We must press onward.” Splinter told them.
Miwa then lead them towards the door out of there.
...
Shredder sat in the middle of the large bedroom on the top floor of the mansion. He had his armor on, save for his helmet, which rested on the ground in front of him. He seemed to be in a meditative state, one he did not break even as the Hamato Clan entered the room.
“So, you decided to come after me.” Shredder noted, not even looking up. “I’m honestly glad you did. You saved me the trouble of hunting you down.”
“It’s over, Shredder.” Leo declared. “Your forces are decimated, your top lieutenant is down, and you’re all alone.”
“I do not require armies to destroy you.” Shredder replied, taking his helmet and putting it on. “I will do that myself.”
Shredder then stood up and readied his claws, taking a fighting stance. The others did the same, all of them ready to do what was necessary. Raph charged in first, spinning his sai as he did so. Shredder tried bringing his claws down on him, causing him to clash with his sai. Shredder then shoved him off as the two exchanged blows again. While Shredder was engaged with Raph, Miwa came up and tried bringing her sword down on him. Shredder quickly pulled one claw away and blocked the blade with it.
“It’s not too late, Karai.” He told her. “Join me, and we can destroy these pests together.”
“I thought I made it clear back on the boat.” Miwa snarled. “I am not. Your! DAUGHTER!!”
Enraged, Shredder shoved both of them off. Before he could react though, Donny leapt towards him and kicked him in the chest. Shredder collided with the bed hard as Donny ran towards him. As Donny swung his staff at him, Shredder grabbed it and kicked Donny aside. Leo ran up and clashed blades with Shredder. Shredder slashed at Leo relentlessly as Leo tried to keep up with his sword. Shredder tried sweeping his legs, but Leo just leapt over the attack and tried bringing his swords down on him. Shredder blocked it and shoved him off, causing him to fall to the ground.
“My son!” Splinter exclaimed, running forward.
Hisako, Mikey, and Casey were quick to follow behind as they charged at Shredder. Shredder watched them come, grinning under his mask. He easily blocked one of Casey’s bats before kicking him hard in the gut. Casey went flying through a window, plummeting over the cliffside and into the water below.
“Casey!” Mikey screamed.
He turned back to Shredder angry, swinging his Nunchucks at him. Shredder easily dodged every attack before ducking under another strike and upper cutting him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Just then, Hisako’s tessen zoomed by, clocking him in the face.
“Ha!” she declared, bringing them around for a second attack.
This time, he ducked under one tessen and batted the second aside as Splinter ran up. The two old rivals clashed blades, with Splinter ducking under Shredder’s claws before jabbing his sword at him, which his claws quickly intercepted.
“Something’s different about you, Yoshi.” Shredder mused. “I see a fire in your eyes, a burning hatred.”
Splinter just let out a rat-like hiss, snapping his jaw. He shoved Shredder off and, getting on his hands, kicked Shredder into a wall before sprinting towards him. Shredder took out several throwing stars and tried throwing them at Splinter, but he weaved around all of them as he approached Shredder.
“This ends tonight, Saki!” he hissed, jumping at Shredder.
Shredder quickly grabbed her and tossed him aside, causing him to tumble onto the ground.
“On that, we agree!” Shredder yelled.
Splinter ran at him again and after leaping into the air, kicked Shredder so hard, he went flying out a window. Before he could go flying like Casey had, he dug his claws into the wall, stopping his descend. He then vaulted upward.
“He’s headed to the roof!” Donnie realized.
“C’mon guys!” Miwa declared. “The roof access is this way!”
...
On the roof, Shredder pulled himself over the ledge. The faceplate of his helmet was badly dented from Splinter’s kick, forcing him to ditch it so he could see properly. The helmet hit the ground as the roof access door was kicked in.
“Your time is up, Shredder.” Leo declared.
“You are persistent, I will give you that.” Shredder commended.
“Give up, Saki.” Splinter demanded. “There is nowhere for you to go.”
“Then we will finish this here.” Shredder declared. “Once and for all!”
With that, the group all leapt towards him as Shredder readied his claws, prepared for the final battle. Leo scratched his armor with his swords before being knocked aside. Donny tried bringing his staff down on him but Shredder easily blocked it before kicking him in the chest. Mikey combined his Nunchucks into a three piece, spinning it in his hands as he charged.
“Cowabunga!” he exclaimed.
Shredder blocked and dodged the continuous strikes before elbowing Mikey in the face, taking him out. Raph came up next and went ballistic with his sai strikes, barely giving Shredder a chance to respond. Shredder then spun around, close lining Raph and knocking him to the ground. As he readied to stab him, Miwa’s foot connected with his face, sending him stumbling back. As he regained his balance, Miwa charged at him again, her blade at the ready. He brought his gauntlet up to block the attack, disarming her.
“I thought I taught you better than this.” Shredder remarked.
“It’s called a distraction, Shredder!” Miwa exclaimed. “Guys, hold him!”
Shredder spun around to see the turtles leaping towards him, tackling him to the ground. Shredder struggled to break free as Hisako approached. She looked down at him, then over at Splinter.
“It’s your call Sensei.” she told him. “What should I do?”
Splinter looked at the man he once called friend, the now raving mad animal struggling in the grip of his children. He looked away, a single tear in his eyes.
“Despite all he has done… all the lives he has taken… I cannot...”
Shredder chuckled in response.
“Just when I thought you had grown a spine,” He mocked. “Yet you’re as weak as ever.”
Hisako growled at him, then stuck her hands in his head.
“Go to sleep.” she ordered.
Shredder’s eyes screwed shut as he tried to fight against her. However, she proved to be somewhat stronger this time, and eventually, he passed out. The turtles all looked down at Shredder as Hisako removed her hand, all of them slowly letting him go.
“Did we just...” Mikey began. “Did we win?”
“I… think we did…” Leo realized. “We won!”
“Cowabunga!” the entire Hamato family cheered.
...
Later on, the last of the Dogpound units had been destroyed. The motorheads had fled to the hills, as had the elites. This left only Hun, Dr. Chaplain, and of course, Shredder. The turtles dragged the three out of the mansion, reconvening with the rest of the group. Leatherhead and the mutants joined as well, the former carrying a soaking wet Casey over his shoulder.
“Casey!” Raph let out, running over.
“He fell… into the water.” LH explained. “Hit his head… but he… will live.”
“And Fishface?” Mikey asked.
LH just burped, a scale flying out of his mouth.
“Ew…” Mikey let out. “I will never love sushi again.”
At that time, a large aircraft appeared over the horizon. For a moment, everyone was panicked, until it was revealed to be an Utrom craft. It touched down on the shores, a gangplank lowering so its occupants could come down. No one was surprised when Mortu descended, but they were shocked to see the four surviving members of the Foot High Council. All of them were practically mummified in bandages, and they were wearing hospital garments rather than traditional robes, but they were awake and alive.
“Nice to see you out and about.” Leo told them.
“I tried to get them to stay in their pods, but once they received word of your plan, they insisted on coming.”
“Luckily, I was able to stall them long enough for you guys to finish the fight.” April reported as she slid down the gangplank towards her friends. “You guys okay?”
“Never better.” Mikey replied.
Chikara looked down at Shredder, who had been divested of both his armor and his metal right arm. She sniffed in disdain, turning to Mortu.
“I do not want this piece of filth anywhere on this planet.” she informed him. “The council will accept your offer.”
“Whoa there, offer?” Leo questioned.
“Oroku Saki is a wanted felon not just on this planet, but my own.” Mortu explained. “After all, he has been aiding and abetting Tokka, an escaped convict from Gamara.”
Mikey snorted, looking down at Hun.
“His name is Tokka?” he asked, snorting again. “That sounds like a girl’s name.”
“So how did ‘Tokka’ end up as a lackey for Shredder?” Leo asked.
“We do not know.” Mortu admitted. “We’ll find out once we get him and his two companions shipped off to Mor Gal Tal penitentiary.”
“Good riddance.” Raph remarked.
Several guardians grabbed Hun, Dr. Chaplain, then finally Shredder, dragging them onto the ship. Mortu prepared to follow them, but paused, turning to the mutants.
“You four.” he called out to them. “Would you like to join us?”
“Us?” Horns asked.
“You were merely victims of Shredders cruelty.” Mortu told them. “After the aid you provided, we would gladly find you asylum somewhere, perhaps set you up with proper identities. You can live in peace, without fear of prejudice because of your outward appearance.”
“That be great.” Tusks replied. “You know, Chaplin always liked to play music when he worked. Made the days a little more tolerable. Maybe we could do something like that for the cosmos?”
“Space DJ’s, huh?” Mikey mused. “I like it! But if you’re gonna do that, you’re gonna need cooler names than Tusks and Horns.”
“What did you have in mind?” Horns asked.
“How about…” Mikey pondered before snapping his fingers. “Bebop and Rocksteady!”
Tusks and Horns looked at each other, then they grinned.
“Dibs on Bebop!” Tusks declared.
“Ditto on Rocksteady!” Horns announced.
Rahzar chuckled a bit, shaking his head.
“Those two...” he let out.
“You should try living with my brothers some time.” Hisako replied.
“Yo, Rahzar, Armaggon, let’s go!” The newly christened Bebop called out. “The final frontier awaits!”
The two piled into the ship as the doors closed behind them. The ship then started its engines as it slowly lifted off the ground. Finally the ship rocketed towards the stars, taking with it some old enemies, and some new friends.
“It’s over...” Miwa let out. “It’s finally over...”
“What will you do now?” Splinter asked of the council.
“We will begin work rebuilding the New York Foot.” Chikara told him. “Shredder’s deceit will take time to erase.”
“During this time, we will have to remain here in New York, weeding out the last of Shredder’s forces.” Kon agreed.
“We will need someone to aid us in Japan, someone who knows of Shredder’s plans and exploits.” Hisomi added.
“Someone who has more than earned a chance to prove their worth.” Juto concluded.
“I thank you, Grand Council.” Splinter began. “But I-”
“Apologies, Yoshi.” Chikara interjected. “We were not speaking of you.”
The council all turned to Miwa, who lowered her hood in shock.
“Me?” she asked.
“You were closer to Saki than anyone.” Kon elaborated. “And your expertise would be invaluable in eradicating the last of his forces.”
“What do you say?” Juto asked.
Miwa looked completely stunned, unable to form a complete sentence. She turned towards Splinter, silently asking for help. The old rat looked at her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“The choice is yours alone to make.” He told her. “Whatever you decide, I am extremely proud of you, my daughter.”
Miwa’s eyes teared up, then she threw her arms around Splinter’s waist, holding him tightly. He returned the hug in kind, then Miwa glanced behind her.
“Get in here, you guys.” she insisted, cocking her head.
The turtles and Hisako got in there, joining in on the hug. They held each other for a full minute, then released one another. Miwa straightened up, facing the council.
“I accept your offer.” she told them.
Chikara gave Miwa a small smile, nodding in appreciation.
“C’mon everyone.” Leo announced. “Let’s go home.”
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
herooffire101
Book dragon
saggerboy81
Untitled
ririchiyocdm
Ririchiyo
jomargot
Sin título
131-di
always silver