#Nardo Gray

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Ferrari F40, 1989. A one-off Nardo Grey F40 has sold at auction for $2.75 million. The car has been extensively modified and was raced in the 1990s. The engine has been upgraded to deliver 700hp and has potential to be tuned to produce up to 1000hp. There are also black centre lock wheels and a larger rear wing

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#Ferrari #Ferrari F40 #one-off #mid-engine #V8 #turbocharged #Nardo Gray #gray cars #race car #modified car #custom car #auction #Barrett-Jackson #cars for sale

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#postsss #fotosss #nardo gray #nardo grey #g wagon #gclass #mercedes #mercedes g wagon #mercedes g class #amg #mercedes amg #car #car photography #jeep #4x4

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#tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au #tmnt au #Botched Ass Rescue Attempt au #BARA au #Leo when his family is suffering: *so much concern and care that he's def not beating the mom-nardo allegations* #Leo when he's like 1% away from not existing: that was definitely an “oof bruh” moment lmao *dab emoji* #rottmnt Leo #rottmnt Mikey #rottmnt art #tmnt art #tmnt comic #rottmnt comic #tmnt comic au #rottmnt comic au #I think I'm really starting to nail how I draw these guys #Both general drawing and coloring #cause I can't just fill tool them a dark gray since they're invisible #so I have to just use a super low opacity white #and I think I worked out a good system for it finally #after 3 parts 💀 #pretend the art of the last 2 parts is of part 3 quality

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Ölümsüz tasarımıyla Audi TT, 25. yaşını kutluyor

Audi TT. 1998 yılında sahneye ilk çıktığı andan itibaren bu spor otomobil 3 nesil boyunca, sürücülere vaat ettiği eğlence ve yalın ama çekici tasarım dili sayesinde tüm dünyanın ilgi odağı oldu. "Auto Europe" 1999 yılında onu yılın en iyi yeni otomobili s

Audi TT. 1998 yılında sahneye ilk çıktığı andan itibaren bu spor otomobil 3 nesil boyunca, sürücülere vaat ettiği eğlence ve yalın ama çekici tasarım dili sayesinde tüm dünyanın ilgi odağı oldu. “Auto Europe” 1999 yılında onu yılın en iyi yeni otomobili seçti. Audi 1990’ların ortalarında lüks sınıftaki modeli Audi A8’i pazara sundu ve marka daha yüksek bir konuma yöneldi. Bu, aynı zamanda…

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#audi #audi tt #audi tt 2.0 tfsi #audi tt coupe #audi tt nardo gray #audi tt quattro #audi tt quattro sport #audi tt roadster #audi tt rs #audi tt rs coupe #audi tts #Torsten Wenzel

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The one-off Ferrari F40 Competizione in Nardo Gray by @rmsothebys

#cars #car #automotive #cardesign #automotivedesign

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Ferrari F40 Competizione (700-1.000 HP) 

Undoubtedly the most iconic supercar of the 1980s, the Ferrari F40 was nothing short of a sensation when it was announced and remains a global icon to this day. Although the car was never originally intended for racing use a number of individuals saw its potential. Ferrari would eventually authorize Michelotto to produce a series of racing examples that adhered to IMSA rules, giving the world’s fastest production car a chance to earn its keep on the race track.

Michelotto built up nineteen F40s that were classified as F40 LM (for Le Mans). Seven F40 GTs were built by Michelotto for use in the Italian Supercar Championship, followed by a further seven built for the BPR Global GT Series referred to as the F40 GTE, an evolution of the LM. With the success and excitement created around the appearance of the aforementioned F40 LM’s GT and GTEs, a number of other F40s which were born as road cars were upgraded for use in racing, such as the example offered here.

Originally constructed as an early ‘non-cat, non-adjust’ F40, chassis number 80782 was delivered new to Kroymans BV, the official Ferrari importer of the Netherlands following completion at the factory in November of 1989. The car remained in the Netherlands and three years after departing the factory, it was rebuilt for racing by Peter van Erp of Cavallino Tuning, the racing arm of Kroymans. No work was done to the engine at this time, but van Erp modified the suspension by fitting all-new racing shock absorbers produced by Intracks, a Stack instrumentation system, brakes, and bodywork including a repaint in yellow.

Shortly after, it came into the hands of the Zanasi Group Maranello, who further refined it by disassembling it completely and making the mechanical adjustments that today allow this F40 to deliver between 700 and 1,000 horsepower depending on the setting, in addition to adding the exclusive Grigio Nardo gray color that You can see in these photos, that it is also accompanied by new exterior parts such as its carbon fiber spoiler, new air intakes among other things that make it an F40 Competizione for all intents and purposes, but with 1,000 CV. Which makes it one of the fastest and most powerful F40s ever.

#Ferrari F40 Competizione #Michelotto #IMSA #F40 LM #F40 GTE

[mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles]

I had an idea today and wrote this. It’s 2:30 in. The morning so I’ll probably polish this a bit tmrw or the day after and then post it to ao3 but yeah. Here you go. It’s a fic abt future Donnie’s death (also my first apocalypse fic I hope it’s ok)

So this is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a… boop-boop.

~*~*~

Donatello stepped out of his lab.

“Donatello! Protocols 17 and 42 need updating!” Michelle, an otter yokai, yelled over other voices.

“Dee, what’s the progress on ninpo assist?” Mikey shouted.

“Professor Donatello,” a small child asked. Donnie looked down. “How many numbers are there?”

Donnie sighed. Of course this was before coffee. “Put it on the bulletin board, I’ve been working on it, and as many as you’d like,” they responded.

He walked to the kitchen, pushing his way through crowds of yokai and humans. Coffee, at this point, was less of a wonderful wake-up bean juice, and more of a watered-down placebo. They poured the entire pot into a mug and chugged it, yawning as they put the mug in the gray-water sink.

“That’s the last of the good stuff,” Leo commented. “All we have is the instant now.”

“Good stuff? It was good when it wasn’t water with a hint of coffee,” Donnie complained.

Leo chuckled. “Yeah, well, if you want to give your coffee ration to someone else…”

“No, I’m good,” Donnie said quickly. “I’ll take this stuff.”

“Hope it woke you up. I need you on a mission today.”

“What level?”

“We have to go into a level two zone,” Leo explained. He looked tired, he probably had given his coffee ration to Usagi again. They both needed it, but Leo was the head of the entire resistance. They needed him awake the most. “The Kraang just brought in almost a hundred people, and nearly a third were Resistance fighters. Are. Resistance fighters. We’re going to get them back. But since it’s a level two zone, we need you there on tech support.”

“Alright. Just let me handle a couple fix-ups first.” Donnie ran a hand down his face, yawning again. They hadn’t slept in… two? Three days? He had lost count.

“Meet in the hangar at eight thirty, we’re taking the Splinter and the Cassandra.” The two ships were named in honor of those close to the turtles, and had died before their time. Mikey had graffitied their portraits inside the respective ships.

“Okie dokie, General Nardo.” The softshell was already walking out the door.

~*~*~

Donnie walked back into their lab, not bothering to shut the door. Now that people knew he was awake, he was bound to receive tech support requests and tune-up reminders.

They walked to their desk, grabbing their lab coat as they passed the rack on their way over. Donatello sat down, flipped down his goggles, and continued to work on the ninpo assist. He didn’t want to tell Mikey how much work still had to be done, and that by the time it was finished it might not be able to supply the help that the box turtle needed.

Mikey was the strongest fighter in the resistance. He had ninpo, speed, and strength. His weakness was his ninpo overuse- he would usually collapse unconscious after a demanding battle.

Ninpo was a touchy subject. Donnie’s was just fine, but Leo’s was out of reach. Raph’s was simply… gone, and had been for almost a year and a half. Mikey’s was an open fire- it burned bright, beautiful, and strong, but it required so much fuel. The ninpo assist was designed to supply Mikey with the fuel, so his ninpo use wouldn’t be so taxing on his body.

He could tie his hair back now, and preferred floating down the stairs rather than walking. Donnie had run tests, and his body had already aged enough that it was older than Raph would’ve been.

“So, Dee, by saying you’ve been working on it, do you mean looking at the schematics once or twice a day?” Mikey’s voice came from above.

Donnie looked up. “Michael, what have I told you about hanging out on the ceiling of my lab?”

“‘There’s cables up there, Mikey, cables that carry the future of the resistance’,” Mikey said with a sigh.

“And?”

“That it’s ‘dangerous and an unnecessary use of my ninpo’.”

“Yep.”

“Big Mama said it was fun, and a good way to practice! We used to have upside down tea parties! How do you think I’m so good at floating?”

“Mikey, I’m working on the ninpo assist. It’s just so difficult to figure out an energy source that doesn’t require life force! Barry’s notes barely even help, he only has notes on general mystic strain, not ninpo!” Donnie ranted.

“Okay, okay, Dee, chill.” Mikey floated down from the ceiling.

“I wanted to work on it before the mission today.”

“I don’t need it right now. Work on the protocol updates. Those are more important to others.”

“You’re important to the others too! You’re overusing your powers. And I don’t want to lose another brother during a ninpo flare.”

They both glanced at the floor. Raph’s ninpo may be gone, but the last flare of strength, the strongest of any ninpo flare, would never truly be gone. Donnie wasn’t sure if their brothers felt the same, but he felt that ninpo flare over and over and over again, all the time. It was like a video on loop. It was like a final heartbeat.

“I’m going to work on the protocols now,” Donnie said quietly.

~*~*~

The flight to the work camp was quiet. Donnie tapped away at his gauntlet as Mikey meditated and Leo helped command the ship and go over the mission with the other fighters again. They were at the camp in just under two hours.

“The camouflage is still holding up?” Donnie asked the pilot.

“If it wasn’t, we’d be plummeting by now,” they responded bluntly.

They flew slowly closer to the camp, keeping a safe height and a constant lookout.

“Mikey, Red force one. We’re going down, Cassandra close behind us. Stay stealthy. In and out, no disturbances unless necessary,” Leo said, signing for the benefit of those who needed it.

The floor of the ship opened partially, allowing the Resistancemembers to quietly slip out on their stealth jetpacks. They were Genius Built, as was everything else in the resistance. Including half the base.

Leo didn’t use a jetpack. Donnie hadn’t bothered designing one fit for shells after Leo and Mikey decided that Mikey could simply carry Leo down. Only now was the softshell considering that he may have to make a shellfit jetpack, with Mikey’s ninpo overuse.

Donnie was almost glad he was just there for tech support. One one hand, they felt really stupid just sitting in the shop with the pilot as the others and the crew of the Cassandra risked their lives on the ground. On the other hand, he hadn’t fought in a while. He didn’t want to be a hindrance in battle.

They checked their pockets again for all their supplies, running through their list.

First aid kit? Check. There was one on the ship, of course, but it didn’t hurt to have a backup.

Emergency rations? Check. Some protein bars and a packet of instant coffee.

Water bottle? Check. It was small, but necessary in the dusty wasteland that now made up the majority of land masses.

Pocket repair kit? Che- Donnie noticed something from the ship’s window.

A Kraang hound was pacing in an alleyway. Kraang hounds were never this far into the residential area of the camp.

“Fuck.” Donnie muttered under his breath. He spoke into his gauntlet. “Blue, this is Purple Rain, come in Blue. Over.”

Leo’s voice crackled to life in Donatello’s headphones. “Purple Rain, this is Blue. What’s up? Over.”

“Hound spotted in an alley. This complicates things, it’s only one building over from where you and Red one are. Over.”

“A hound? This far into the housing? Are you positive, over.”

“Yes. I’ve checked, and it is a confirmed hound. Class three. Over.”

“Class three? Shit. Over.”

Donnie zoomed in, using his goggles to see the hound better. Three more hounds walked over and joined the first.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“There’s more.”

“What?”

“Four hounds, one building over. They’re not moving. I spot two class threes, a class two, and. Fuck.”

“Purple Rain, Blue, this is Orange Sky. What’s up? Over.” Mikey asked, joining their comm channel.

“There’s a class four,” Donnie said.

“Fuck,” Leo and Mikey said at the same time.

Donnie began playing out potential plans in their head. “We can’t move the ship, the hounds will notice at this range. Do you think you two and Red one could book it with the rescues?”

“No, we’d lose a good chunk of the rescues. You know how fast class threes are, Dee, and with a class four that’s a suicide run,” Leo said.

“We have to fight them off,” Mikey said simply.

“Class threes?” Donnie scoffed. “And a class four, as the cherry on this death cake. Not to mention there’s still that class two. Combined with the other three it could pose a higher threat than normal.”

“We’re wasting time,” Mikey stated calmly. “Every second we talk we’re wasting time. Hounds are unpredictable. We can’t go in with a plan. Remember years ago? We be we. Without a plan.”

“Mikey’s right,” Leo conceded. “The hounds will demolish the plan, and us. I think we need to go out there ready for a fight, not a sprint.”

Donnie sighed. “How many of the rescues can fight?”

“Almost all,” Leo responded. “There’s four semi-capable children and one toddler.”

“Find those kids one or two caretakers and protect them. The rest need to fight.” Donnie said.

“Are we going to go, or are we going to wait for the hounds to sniff us out?” Mikey cut in with the same calm voice. It was beginning to get unnerving.

“Mikey, are you okay?” Leo asked, quieter, since it wasn’t directed towards the radio. This was a face to face conversation. Donnie switched their channel to Mikey’s cloak pin to listen closer.

“I’m fine,” Mikey replied.

“You’ve been meditating this whole time, and you’ve been really tired today.” Leo sounded worried. But nowadays, he always sounded worried when talking to Mikey.

“I’m. Fine. Let’s go.”

Donnie switched back to the normal comms channel. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

~*~*~

As soon as the building’s door opened, the camp exploded.

Not literally, but there were humans and yokai running everywhere and Kraang hounds were barking and there was so. Much. Yelling.

“Donnie! We need more help!” Leo yelled through the comms.

Donnie turned on his noise cancellation on his headphones and took a leap of faith out of the ship. He was glad he was using the coat-safe jetpack, he still had his lab coat on.

Even if he wasn’t secure in his fighting skills, they still had the safest ninpo of their family, and their family needed help.

He dove into the battle. He flipped his goggles down ten feet from the ground, it was dusty as shell in every direction. The Kraang-scorched earth was as good as poison, and Donnie was glad that his face mask was specialized against it.

Glowing chains materialized out of the dust, snatching one of the Kraang hounds out of the air. The class two. It would’ve hit Donnie. The chains threw the hound to the ground and it ran away into the dust cloud.

“Donnie! What are you doing down here?” Mikey yelled at them, dissipating the chains as he followed them into Donnie’s field of vision.

“Leo said you needed help!” They yelled back.

“Yeah, but we need your help if there’s a malfunction! Go back to the ship, we can handle it!”

“No!” Another hound bounded out of the dust cloud. One of the class threes. Donnie quickly formed a ninpo gun and shot it. The Kraang goop reformed around the hole within seconds, but it left to find less volatile prey. “I’m down here, I’m staying down here.”

“Okay then. Don’t let any hounds get close to me.” Mikey drew a perfect circle in the ground with his foot, kicking up even more dust. He floated in the center, a good three feet above the ground. Donnie took their position at the outside of the circle, activating their battle shell cameras to get a 360 degree view.

He shot another class three as soon as it came into view, and it scampered away like the other ones. And then- another class three? And a class two again, and a class one? There had been no class ones when Donnie had checked.

Shit, he thought. There’s more.

He kept his watch, almost staying too vigilant. Leo ran into their field of vision, and they almost shot him. The slider put his hands up in defense.

“Whoah, easy there, DonTron. I’m not a hound,” he quipped. “What’s Angelo doing?”

“I don’t know, some sort of ninpo thing. I’ll lecture him about it later. But there’s more hounds out here.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah, there’s at least one more than we previously accounted for of both class two and three, and there’s a class one, but that one will be easy.” Another class three jumped at Leo from behind. Donnie shot it. “Amendment. Two more class threes.”

Leo sighed. “This is getting worse with every update.”

The ground shook, and some of the dust around the three turtles cleared. They saw a hill of some kind, one that hadn’t been there before. Actually, a mountain, no, wait- it was a leg. A really, really big leg. The class three Donnie had just shot limped towards the leg and- Donnie was glad for their noise cancelling headphones. Judging from Leo’s wince, it made a terrible noise. The class three got absorbed into the leg. The leg lifted and set down again, clearing more dust.

Donnie and Leo could see better now, but they both weren’t sure they wanted to. There was a huge Kraang hound. Judging from the size, it was a bunch of combined hounds, or they would’ve seen it from miles away.

But it was made of combined hounds. That was new. And really bad.

“What class is that?” Leo asked with a nervous chuckle.

“I don’t know,” Donnie said quietly.

“Mikey, get up. We have to move, now.” Leo shook Mikey as Donnie scanned the huge hound with their goggles.

“Well, I charged enough, anyways.” Mikey sighed. “What’s happening?”

“There’s a huge hound. It’s made of combined other hounds,” Donnie explained. “I’m calling it a gargantuan.”

“They can combine now?” Mikey shouted.

“Yeah, it’s new to us, too,” Leo said. “Now move, we have to find Red force one and the rescues.”

Donnie scanned through the dust with infrared. “They’re near the hind legs!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Leo started running in that direction, disappearing into the dust before Donnie could caution him.

“We’re heading over there, right?” Mikey asked.

“You are,” Donnie said. “I’m getting samples from that thing.”

“Donnie, that's too dangerous. The Resistance needs you, and needs your skills.”

“And I could help the Resistance a lot more if I could study this thing.” Before Mikey could say anything else, he started his battle shell jetpack and flew towards the hound’s neck.

It was like a mountain. There must’ve been hundreds of hounds to form one this big. Mikey was a tiny orange-green speck on the ground by the time Donnie was past the leg. Donnie felt Mikey’s ninpo flare as he tried to float, but he must’ve been too tired.

He flew close enough to the dog to see it up close, but far enough that it couldn’t get at him. Because although it was one giant creature, there were small Kraang tentacles all over it, like fur. They reached out to Donnie, narrowly missing them as they kept flying.

At the neck, he used his battle shell’s equipment to take samples of the hound. Donnie was a flea on the hound, and it tried to bat him away. The softshell, connected to the hound via the battle shell, shook with the hound as it make contact with the ground again. They felt like jello. He retracted the battle shell’s sampling equipment and began flying back down towards the people on the ground.

He didn’t get very far before a tentacle grabbed his ankle. Donnie tried to cut it off with saws and knives from his battle shell, but to no avail. It was like the hydra- two new tentacles latched on for every one he cut.

Donnie opened the comms channel right as Leo was in the middle of yelling at him.

“-AT’S GOING ON UP THERE? DONNIE COME IN, WHAT IS HAPPENING?”

“Why, dear brother,” Donatello started calmly. “I was getting samples. And now it appears I may be trapped.” He began thinking up a plan. It wasn’t a new one, he’d had the idea since the first battle after the Opening of the Gate.

“TRAPPED?!? MIKEY AND I ARE HEADED UP RIGHT NOW,” Leo yelled.

“No need, Nardo. I’ll take it out single-handedly.”

“DUDE, YOU CAN’T FUCKING KILL THAT THING YOURSELF, ARE YOU KIDDING?”

“Leo.” Donnie understood why Mikey was always so calm now. A looming end for you, specifically, was surprisingly okay. “I can.” He had accepted the possibility of this plan going into effect a while back, so he’d even had a while to figure it out. “And there’ll be fireworks.”

“DONNIE THAT THING HAS A DEATH GRIP ON YOU, JUST GET DOWN HERE AS FAST AS YOU CAN, GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!”

He’d hoped it would be a huge hurrah, something grand like ending the Kraang for good, but saving his remaining brothers and these people was good enough. Maybe they’d end the Kraang for good.

Donnie took a deep breath and flew straight at the gargantuan. He plunged into the squishy membrane, tentacles surrounding him and growing around him as he flew on. The tentacles already had one leg, they grabbed another.

He flew on.

He saw a column up ahead- from previous studies of the hounds, it was probably their strange skeletal structure. He had gone far enough.

The tentacles finally grabbed his arms, but that was okay. He was where he needed to be. He turned on his gauntlet again, telling it to close comms when Leo started yelling at him again.

“Activate protocol eighteen.”

~*~*~

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JUST COME BACK, DONNIE,” Leo yelled into the comms.

As the hound turned around to face the group of people and yokai, Leo and Mikey heard a muffled boom.

The gargantuan made a strange noise, somewhere between a hiccup and a cough, but monstrous. Its neck rippled, the tentacles bristling.

“COME BACK!”

The gargantuan vomited on them. There wasn’t much, Kraangs and hounds digested all organic matter. What came out was four things.

Donnie’s goggles. His lab coat with his supplies in it. His gauntlet, which showed Leo’s comm, muted. And his battle shell.

Right at Leo and Mikey’s feet. The gargantuan almost looked smug.

Leo covered his mouth with one hand. He turned away from the items and threw up.

Mikey stared at Donnie’s belongings. Everything was still there. The pins on the lab coat, the stickers on the goggles and battle shell. Mikey had been charging his ninpo, but it felt weak now. There hadn’t even been a final ninpo flare from Donnie, and that was almost worse than if there had been. He couldn’t feel any other ninpo, just Leo’s, faintly. The other two were gone. Donnie was really gone. Just like that.

The gargantuan moved to step on the people, and the items.

Mikey was filled with levels of rage that he had only ever felt when Splinter and Raph died. He felt weak, but his ninpo erupted like a geyser.

A shockwave of orange light blasted out from him. He wasn’t even trying, just standing there, furious with everything. The light didn’t hurt the people or yokai, they were just fine, Leo was fine, but the gargantuan was incinerated.

It was unfair that Donnie had died trying to do (he was really gone.) what Mikey could do without even trying.

It was unfair that Donnie was gone.

It was unfair that they even had to fight this war.

When the light faded and the dust cleared, Donnie’s belongings were scorched. Mikey tried to clean them with his cloak, and partially succeeded. He cried on the ship, on the way home. Leo cried. The rescues celebrated, Red force one was solemn.

Everything had been fine, and now it wasn’t.

Back at the bunker, Mikey immediately walked to his room. He passed Donnie’s lab, but didn’t walk in. He left Leo, and he felt bad, but he needed to be alone.

~*~*~

The PA system in the bunker crackled to life. “This is General Leonardo Hamato. I regret to inform the Resistance that my twin brother, Donatello Hamato, has fallen in battle. A memorial will be held tonight. Thank you.” Leo’s voice broke on the thank you.

~*~*~

Leo stood in the doorway to Donnie’s lab. He was sad. He was pissed.

He felt really, really guilty.

Donnie had been in the battle because Leo had requested help. He probably would’ve been mostly okay if Leo hadn’t asked him to join the fight.

They couldn’t even fight, really. They used to be amazing, they could beat Leo and Mikey in sparring, but they spent too much time in the lab, never training. It was all tech and ninpo at the end.

And at the very end, not even ninpo. Not that Leo could’ve felt it anyways. His ninpo never fully returned from the initial Kraang shriek, and it was completely locked away when Raph died.

He stopped his fall down memory hill. He was standing in the doorway to Donnie’s lab. Might as well check if the guy who made Genius Built tech had a Last Will and Testament. Or a plan. Or something.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he heard a voice that made him want to punch something.

“Leonardo. Since you are here and I have not yet returned to base, I will assume I am dead.”

“Yeah you are, you dipshit.” Leo felt the tears coming back. Sad, still, but also angry.

He looked around. Everything was as it had been left. Barry’s journals open next to a prototype ninpo assist, an organized clutter on the floors and tables.

“The computer on my desk is still on my old password. You know the one,” the voice (it wasn’t Donnie’s voice. Donnie was gone.) said. “There is a folder called Post-Mortem Information. Look at the files in order, please. Goodbye.”

“Fuck you,” Leo yelled into the lab, but went to the computer anyways.

He typed in the password. BootyyyShaker9000, Donnie’s password since he was thirteen. He opened the file as directed, and clicked on the first file.

~*~*~

Hello, friends and family reading this.

I am dead. Obviously. Besides this letter, this folder contains instructions on how to operate certain things around the bunker, along with tutorials on how to update protocols and machinery.

This folder also has blueprints for everything I have ever built. Yes, that includes the crayon drawings from when I was six.

Tell CJ that I was working on the hockey stick upgrades, but I wasn’t able to finish. The parts are in a labeled box, with instructions. Don’t wait until his birthday. Give it to him now.

Before I wrote this, I constructed a robot for Raph. It was intended to contain his Hamato essence, basically, bring him back. You’ll hate me for this, but I did not make one for myself. Try to get Raph. He may still be where we left him.

Was it a cool death at least? Did I help people? Were there fireworks?

I know you are grieving, but as of writing this, Mikey was trying to figure out how to contact Hamato clan ghosts. Give me a call sometime, will you?

Water my plants, please. Leo, drink your coffee ration for once. In my honor. Mikey, quit being such a dumbass and stop over using your ninpo. For me. Both of you, keep helping the Resistance. And remember me, please.

-Donatello Hamato

Genius Built

BootyyyShaker9000

#rottmnt #tw death #cw death #tw sibling death #cw sibling death #tw vomit #cw vomit #tw body horror #cw body horror #<- sorta

[leonardosfm]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

                 LEO HAMATO.

as terrified as leo was leaving new york and coming to elias, the city had been a blessing in disguise. the role of leader never felt like it fit right. it was always a pair of shoes that were far too big for leo but after sometime he learned how to not only be part of a team but also be a better brother. along the way he got swept off his feet by a prince. he released his title as leader for two months to try the royal thing but realized that his destiny was always with his brothers. the universe had brought them together for a sole purpose and who was leo to fight against that ? who was he without them ? while leo learned that it wasn’t always about him he took the phrase a little too literally and almost died because of it. the battle with his inner demons and trauma is something that’s been ongoing for a while now but after losing his arm leo’s been better about reaching out for help when he needed it instead of letting his sadness drown him. 

he’s the sensei of many, many students. the most important being the hamato girls given they were created to keep them going ( aka donnie loves his brothers so much he can’t imagine a world without them ) he’s learned he doesn’t have to shoulder this responsibility alone (and with the aid of his brothers and father they train all students who come to the hamato dojo. for a mutant kid who came from nothing and literally lived in the sewers he’s created a beautiful life for himself with his king husband and three kids. 

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

birth name. leonardo tiberias hamato. other titles include master leonardo and prince consort leonardo hamato.  nicknames.  leon, neon leon, nardo date of birth.  may 30. ( true birthday august 14 ) species.   half human, half turtle mutant powers.  ninjutsu, mystic energy manipulation, teleportation, skilled swordsman and fighter. place of birth.   new york, new york.  current residence.   kingdom of vellona & elias. occupation.    sensei & ninja. 

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

height. 6′0" build. we all saw future animated leo right ?? it would be disservice if i didn’t make him jacked like that. it truly would. hair colour/style. brunette. he IS graying and he DOES dye it for his own ego. someone get him some tea the stress isn’t good for the baby ( him he’s the baby ) eye colour. heterochromia blue and brown. ( x ) blue when in turtle form glasses/contacts ?  he wears glasses at night faceclaim.  josh segarra. voiceclaim. josh segarra.

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments.   prosthetic right arm. lost his arm protecting donnie.  allergies.   none. sleeping habits. prone to nightmares and has bad insomnia. that red slider dna was not forgiving.  drugs / smoke / alcohol ?  no / no / yes

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

children.  matteo, aerwyn & lorena hamato-sera. grand-children.   none. significant other.  eric seara. closest friends. brynne utonium, sulley beausoleil, ella kaur, jim hawkins, there are others i’m sure but i’m not connecting the neurons 

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

languages spoken.   english, spanish & japanese  drive ?  yes. jump start a car ?   yes. change a flat tire ?   yes. ride a bicycle ?   yes. swim ?  yes. play an instrument ? no. play chess ?  yes. braid hair ?  yes. tie a tie ?          yes. pick a lock ?          yes. sew ?   no.

compassion.         10/10.

empathy.         10/10.

creativity.          8/10.

mental flexibility.          10/10.

passion.        9/10.

luck.         6/10

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.         10/10.

charisma.       10/10.

reflexes.          10/10.

willpower.          9/10.

stamina.          10/10.

physical strength.         8/10.

battle skill.          10/10.

initiative.     10/10.

restraint.          8/10.

strategy.     10/10.

teamwork.         9/10.

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Kittens and Secrets

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Life

One more night and in the morning they would be sailing through the inky black. Everyone had sort of a free day. Adam went to “The Jasmin Dragon” to add to the art decoration on the walls and catch up with James and Rowen. Danny was playing basketball with ex-crewmates. That left Justin to find something to pass the time. He grew up on a farming planet and once he got his license he did short-distance trips until he met “ Shadow ” and her crew. As a kid, he always dreamt of exploring planets, moons, and everything in between. It would be three years ago in a week, that he had accepted the job from Adam. Justin didn’t have the galactic friends the others had. 

It was just after lunch when Justin got the message from Maynard asking if he wanted to help run his friend's pet shop. He was bored and they would get paid for the work.

“The Paw and Claw” He read outside the small pet shop.  The bell dinged as he opened the glass door and stepped in. The place was busy, and a tad chaotic. Fish tanks lined one wall. The opposite has turtles, snakes, and other small animals. In the center were two big pens one with dogs and puppies and the other with cats and kittens. A hand on his shoulder startled him.

“Blue eyes. Curls pass your shoulders. You must be Justin,” Someone started steering him to the back of the shop. “We’re about to hit the morning rush. People tend to pick up a pet before heading out to the black. Maynard needs help. “

“wots - “ 

“Carmin. And You are way prettier than he described, and your aura is beautiful.” the voice was neither female of male. They were beautiful purple and black curls, gray eyes, and porcelain skin. “Well go on.” They pushed him through the door meant for the owner and employees. 

“It’s alright. “ Maynard spoke soft and tender. A pained meow answered him. “You’ve got one beautiful little baby and just 5 more to go. You’re doing great.” 

“Meow!” That one sounded even more painful. The blue walls, a color meant to calm, didn’t seem to help.

“Uhh Nardo?”

Maynard jumped a bit before turning around then gesturing for him to come closer. “Carmin recognized you I see.” He was leaning over a large box. One of thick plastic and padded with old soft-looking blankets. A black cat lay panting, obviously ready to push out more kittens. “Ever help a cat have kittens?”

“Once. Mum didn’t like cats. Only kept them to keep down the mice and rodents. My brother and I liked them enough. Corse, I prefer dogs myself."

“Here. Keep this one warm.  Mamma is having a bit of trouble. I think it’s just  her first litter and she’s nervous.“ He handed over a tiny kitten wrapped in a pink blanket like a burrito. “You can help name them. Just hold her against your chest.”

Justin rarely saw Maynard in such a natural habitat. He knew he liked animals. Once they had visited his family, all the animals followed Maynard like a momma duck and her ducklings. 

James was sitting on a table, swishing his feet in the air. “Have you told any of them?”

“No” Adam kept drawing with a thick black pen on the wall. 

“Why?” James tilted his head to the left, red hair hanging down to his hips. “I told Rowen everything. It helped. Especially the nightmares and stuff.”

“They don’t need to know. “

“You should at least tell Justin. You two are a thing. More than you are with Dan or Nardy?”

“Yeah. But when he first started. He thought Reavers were just scary bedtime stories that parents tell their kids to keep them out of trouble. He freaked out when we were first chased and he was behind the wheel. Got us through it, and quite a few times after. Way better than Paul.”

“That guy sucked.” James jumped down from the table and walked over to his friend. “You need to tell them. If any of them Justin. He could help you when…” He leaned against the blank wall looking at his ex-classmate. 

 “Sleeping with someone especially him helps with the-”

“You still have nightmares too?” James took the painting pen from the other hand. 

“They’re like all but gone. But you know what happens when people find out what we did.”

“This is different. I could feel it. The love those three have for you especially that pretty pilot is unconditional. I can tell. They ain’t gonna abandon you like. I just know.”

“You’re weird. But also probably right. You always were.”

“You mean highly intuitive, autistic, and the other half of the two that got away?”

“Don’t change. Like ever.”

“You know Rowen and I have an open relationship. You guys are the same right?”

“We’re all tangled pretty tight, but some of us venture out. But with Justin, I’m kinda scared I’ll scare him off.”

“You love intensely, and he fucks with Dan right?" James took Adam’s face in his small but thick paws, nails painted black.“Someone with that amount of energy can take it. Just talk to him.” 

“Fine,” he grumbled. 

“Hey, we have a spare bedroom upstairs. “ James glanced up at the ceiling. The second story of the restaurant was their friend's home. “Rowen won't be home till late, and we’re closed for the rest of the day.”

“We leave tomorrow.” He let the smaller man lead him to the stairs.

“Just stay till nightfall. It’s been way too long and we need to catch up. On things and not things.”

“What?”

“It just came out like that. You know what I meant.”

“After all these years, you still like me?” It wasn’t often that Adam felt safe enough to be intimate. Usually, by this point, someone left him. Maynard and Danny were the exceptions, and apparently, James was too. But he was terrified that Justin would wake up someday and do the same.

“Always. Besides we may have branched out but our roots are too deep to just let them rott.”

“Fucking hobbit.”

“Dino boy.” They had nicknames for each other that only they knew the meaning of. Once they reached the second floor James turned and looked up at the other.  "Please promise me you'll talk to Justin. It's obvious you're completely in love with the guy. Rowen even mentioned how happy you both looked. So it’s not just you." 

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