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goosewriting · 2 years

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Baby 🥺 (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the kitchen, and he looks suspiciously a lot like Leo

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader (established)

warnings: fluff!, vague mention of childbirth

word count: 2.5k

A/N: inspired by this post by @jasontoddisbest !! listen there’s some real gems in there, if someone out there writes them or sees them written, please tag me! i’d love to read the others :’) excuse any mistakes,, i wrote this at 2am sfdsdff

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo (you’re here) | Raph | Donnie | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It had been a little over a year since the turtles had defeated the Krang. New York was slowly but surely recovering, as were you all.

Your boyfriend, Leo, was the one with the most nightmares since then. He would wake up in a cold sweat, often screaming in his sleep. You were by his side, trying to support and comfort him to the best of your abilities.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, just like any other. You were kicking Leo’s butt at Smash Bros, much to his annoyance. You were both sat on the floor in front of the screen, as he took a pillow from the sofa to throw at you. It landed in your face with an ‘oomph!’, blocking your view, and that’s when Leo did his move, winning the round.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” you cried out, pouting at him. Leo gasped in mock offense.

“Puh-lease.” he set down the controller and grinned mischievously at you. “You wanna know what real cheating is?” He crawled closer.

“Leonardo. Don’t you dare” you said, pointing an accusing finger at him, knowing exactly what he was about to do.

“Oh I very much dare!” he laughed, climbing on top of you and tickling your sides. You laughed and huffed, slightly slapping his arms and begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you over me winning fair and square” he teased you, tickling you harder.

“Alright! Alright, y-you win, plEAse stoP” you breathed hard between laughs, tears on the side of your eyes. Leo climbed off triumphantly and pulled you up, bringing you to his chest in a hug instead. You hugged him back, trying to calm your breathing.

“Why do you have to be such a sore loser” you mumbled into his chest with a grin, and he was just about to retort when you heard weird zapping sounds, followed by a thump and the soft cry of surprise.

“Did- did you hear that?” you pulled back and asked Leo.

“Yeah, it came from the kitchen. Go get my sword.” he said in a low voice and sneaked to where the sound had come from.

You were scanning the room looking for his weapon, wondering where he even left it. In his room maybe? Just as you stood up, you heard Leo go “aaw~”, so you guessed it wasn’t a threat anymore. With every step you took you could hear Leo cooing.

“It’s okay little man, no need to cry” the turtle said with a voice you’d use to talk to a dog, or a small child maybe.

You entered the kitchen with a confused look, and before you was Leo crouching on the floor, picking up a little turtle toddler. A turtle tot.

“Look at this, Y/n!” he said, standing back up to his feet, with the turtle in his arms. “There was a weird portal thing, that just zapped closed, and it looks like this little guy fell through.”

“Aw, he looks a lot like you, actually!” you commented, seeing how the little turtle also had red markings around his eyes, but these were more circles rather than half moons.

“I think he hit his head” Leo said, gently rubbing the toddler’s forehead. The toddler looked like he was doing his best not to cry, but when he saw you approach, something in his face changed and he let go, crying, and stretching out his little arms towards you.

“Aw, poor thing” you said and picked him up into your arms. “There, there” Once the kid hugged you and clung onto your shirt, it calmed down immediately. You patted softly onto the shell.

“Wow, looks like he feels safe with you” Leo said, and then grinned. “Well, he’s smart to like you, if he’s anything like me.” You just playfully rolled your eyes.

“We gotta figure out where he came from; I’m sure his parents must be looking for him” you pointed out, starting to look around the kitchen for clues.

As you were both checking behind some boxes, you heard Donnie’s voice from the hall.

“Guys, guys! There was some weird energy spike just now, did you see anything-“ he stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen. The little turtle in your arms turned around to give the purple-clad turtle a quizzical look. Donnie looked at Leo, then at the little one, then at you, and his face seemed to go through all stages of grief before deciding that yes, he indeed should at least try to figure out what was going on and why you had a little turtle in your arms, instead of ‘nope’-ing himself out of the situation.

“Y/n. Why do you hold a turtle child that looks suspiciously familiar” Donnie said in a flat voice.

You both were explaining what happened, when Raph came into the room. He squealed in glee, cooing at the baby, and even carried it off to play while you three tried to make sense of everything. The little turtle didn’t seem intimidated by Raph in the least. Even Mikey joined in on them playing. The little man was having the time of his life.

Back in the kitchen, Leo, Donnie and you sat at the table.

“So you’re saying the portal was yellow, just like the one Mikey used to… get you back?” Donnie asked.

“M-Maybe? I’m not sure” Leo said, holding his head. “It was very quick, I just saw some zappy lights, is all.” You stroked his back in an attempt to comfort him. Thinking back to that night wasn’t easy for anyone.

“Donnie” you started. “Are you suggesting that it’s not where the baby came from but from when?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.” He sighed. “There goes the space-time continuum, again.”

“Well, we have to figure out a way to get it back, right?” you asked. “I mean, his family must be worried sick, and he’s stuck here with us, poor thing.”

“Uhm, excuse you?” Leo said with a smile. “For having just left your timeline, I can’t imagine anything better than being stuck here with us.”

“Right, right” you laughed. “Then I guess we’ll make his stay as enjoyable as possible. Meanwhile Donnie will figure out something, right? He always does.”

You gave him a thumbs-up and took Leo by his hand, guiding him out of the kitchen.

Donnie groaned, but made his way to the lab. Maybe he’d find a way to backtrack where the turtle came from. Getting an idea on where to start, he came back to the living room where all of you were playing, hiding something behind his back.

“Will you hold the child for a second? I need to do something real quick.”

“That sounds awfully suspicious” you said, squinting at Donnie, and standing between him and the kid. “Whatchu got there?” You nodded at his hidden hand.

“I just need to take a quick blood sample, to know where or when he’s from. It’s just a small prick, really.” Donnie showed you what he was holding; it looked like a pen. Since it wasn’t a full on syringe, and it could help the baby, you decided to allow him to pass you.

Getting a cookie from the kitchen, you picked up the little turtle, Donnie making quick work of getting a blood sample. When he felt the prick, the baby squealed and cried, but you managed to calm him down quickly, offering him the cookie, which he gladly took, sniffling.

You and the guys spent the majority of the afternoon just playing with the kid, taking turns to watch it. Even Splinter joined in, as his heart melted at the sight of the little turtle tot, reminding him of his own sons when they were little.

Donnie ran some tests to see if there were any hints on substances present in the blood that could tell him a specific location of the baby’s origin, as well as a couple other tests.

When his computer beeped, signalling a test had successfully finished running, he looked up from his desk to check the result. He pressed a couple buttons on the tech pad on his wrist, taking a sip of his mug while he waited for the text to appear. When he saw it though, he spat his drink all over his work station.

“You can’t be serious right now…” he muttered, checking the results again. Yup, they were unequivocally true.

He stopped and considered for a moment what to do, if it was wise to tell the others or not, but then he just thought ‘Screw it, the timeline is already messed up anyways’, and he called you and Leo over.

Upon hearing your name being called, you left the little turtle on a pile of cushions you had placed on the floor as a makeshift bed for him. He had just fallen asleep. As had Mikey and Raph, who lied not very far on the floor, surrounded by cookie crumbles and empty milk cartons.

Giving the little turtle one last glance over your shoulder, you and Leo made your way to the lab. Donnie was standing leaning back against his desk, both hands before his face, with the fingertips touching.

“So, what’s up?” you asked him, coming to a halt in front of him, Leo next to you.

Donnie didn’t say anything, just looked at you, then at Leo, and sighed. Leo and you shared a confused look.

“There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it as it is.” Donnie paused. “And the problem here isn’t that it’s something hard per se to say, it’s just weird-“

“Just tell us, Donnie” Leo interrupted.

Once again he looked at you both, and it was starting to scare you a bit. What he was about to tell you, was it that bad? Was the little turtle really sick or something?

“I ran some blood tests, comparing it to your samples, and as it turns out: the little turtle in our living room is you two’s biological child.” Donnie said in one go. “Of the future.”

“We have a kid?” Leo asked in disbelief.

“You have my blood samples?” you questioned.

Leo turned to look at you, with a giant smile on his face, his gaze softening. With the look he was giving you, the blood acquired without your consent was quickly forgotten.

“We have a kid!” Leo repeated, picking you up and swirling you around. You squealed in surprise, hanging on for dear life.

As he came to a halt, he just held you, looking at you with the most lovestruck face you had seen him make yet.

Somewhere in your brain you started to question the mechanics of the whole thing though. Were the chromosomes even compatible? Was he actually born or did one of you lay… an egg? Do turtles lay eggs?

You shook your head to get rid of the images in your head, deciding to focus on the fact that Leo was just as ecstatic as you at the thought of having a kid with you. After all, he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life and maybe have a family with. Except that that last “maybe” just transformed into a “definitely”.

Seeing that you weren’t answering, Leo pulled back a bit to look at you.

“I mean, it’s okay if it’s not something you want. It’s just- I’ve been trying to envision this for quite a while now. And having him just there in our living room, it’s surreal-“ Leo was starting to ramble, and you shut him up with a kiss.

“It’s okay, Leo” you held his face, resting your forehead on his. “It is what I want, just… not now. There’s a lot we need to figure out before we can even think about going there.”

“Right… I love you so much, Y/n” he whispered.

“I love you too, Leo” you replied just as quietly. Leo kissed you once more, and pulled back, turning to where Donnie had been.

“So, do you know how to send him back-“ he asked into the empty lab, because Donnie had been long gone.

Seeing that he wasn’t in the room anymore, Leo grabbed your hand and you both went back to the living room. Approaching the turtle tot, you kneeled down on each side and just watched it peacefully snoozing.

You gently stroked over his little cheek, and his tiny hand came to curl around your index finger. He looked so content.

Glancing back up to Leo, you found him fondly looking at the little turtle. You had never seen him make an expression like that, and for some reason, it moved you at your core. You could feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes, and you blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of them.

Just as you were about to ask him what kinda future he had envisioned, there was that zappy sound again.

Looking to your left, a bright yellow light started expanding, and stepping through it came none other than an older version of Mikey. You just sat there, unable to find the words.

Leo must have felt the same, because he opened his mouth but nothing came out. This Mikey looked around for a bit, and sighed in relief when he saw the baby. Silently making his way over as not to wake up your time’s Mikey and Raph, he sneaked to where you were, and picked up the little turtle, careful not to startle him awake.

“Sorry, I swear I looked away for one second and he was gone!” Mikey whispered with a sheepish smile.

“Remind me never to let you babysit our kid again” you softly laughed.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat at ‘our kid’.

“Ah, so you know…” Mikey said. “Well, you were bound to find out at some point anyways.” He tiptoed back to the portal, saluting you both.

“Oh and by the way” he said over his shoulders with a wink. “It’s not just one!” And with that he was gone again, the light disappearing with a zap.

You blushed furiously at his comment, going stiff. You looked at Leo, who had also a bit more colour on his cheeks.

“We should totally start looking up baby names” he finally said after a moment, scooting closer to you and slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Nuh-uh” you responded, nuzzling into his side. “You’re forgetting a step there, dear” you jokingly brought up your left hand to his eye level and wiggled your left ring finger. You felt him tense up slightly at that.

You had only meant to joke, but realising what you just implied, you looked up at him to take it back. Before you could talk however, he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I know. I can’t wait to make you my spouse” he mumbled into your skin.

“So… where’s the child?” Donnie asked, having appeared behind you out of thin air, with a fresh mug of his drink in his hands.

“Back where he belongs” Leo said, giving you a smug grin. You just sat there, avoiding both their eyes, blush going from the tip of your ears to your neck.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #jasontoddisbest #the turtle baby saga

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d-t0m · 2 years

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I just watched the RotTMNT movie & am crying in a sort of hybrid mess of feelings. So, I have a slight request, if you don't mind. Could I get some little AU doodles of what would've happened if the other three brothers or even April had raised the precious future boy instead of Leo or if his mom stayed around? Maybe a head cannon or two if you're not up for drawing? Whichever you're comfortable with or have the energy for. Love your stuff! Take care! 🐢 ❤️

Sooooo I thought about it and I couldn’t resist the urge (plus I was commissioned with the first drawing) to have Donnie take Leo’s place and I couldn’t stop!!! So I guess it’s a mini comic.

I like to believe a part of Donnie would warm up to Casey after losing his mom, Leo, and Mikey (he wasn’t cold or anything but Casey was just you know there Leo usually watched over him) but would still very much not show as much emotion as he did when he was a teenager. Even as a teenager he was never the type to comfort he was more on the receiving end but for Casey jr he would sure as heck try his best.

It would be the small things for Donnie maybe he would notice that he’s not as fast as the others when raiding or battling the krang so boom he has a grappling hook to swing around on. Casey came back with a lot bruises on his face Donnie can’t have that time to reinforce his hockey mask. And many more things to come after that. Of course Casey will have to go to the past to stop the krang (idk how it would happen in this version) and sadly watch his Master die (I drew a comic of this I’ll be sure to tag you when I post it) there’s no avoiding that sadly.

Anyways….. thank you for requesting this! Definitely helped that I got a similar commission! Hope you enjoy the drawings!

#rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt casey jones #commission #doodle

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ashwii · 2 months

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I saw in your tags that you stopped reading fanfics bc you would get hyperfixated on them. Did you ever try sorting by complete, and with a lower word count? That’s what I’ve had to do to make sure I don’t get nonfunctional for days while reading a long one. Just only read completed fics that are 3k words or less haha

Hehe yes I would, usually I read fics that were less than 10k 🤔 however that kinda left me unsatisfied a lot of the time, i guess. Say, after a 5k I would always go look for another few fics too, so I still wasted some hours until I passed out asleep. And then sometimes there'd be that *perfect* fic I wanted that was 100k, and well there goes the *entire* day XDD

I got reminded of all this bc I was feelin Leo angst a few days ago, and I remembered that one of my very lovely friends rec'ed me a Leo fic last year (Where in the World is Neon Leon?) and I was like "... welp what's the worst that could happen," 90k and I didn't do anything till i finished it 12 hours later AHA. *Then* I got such an enormous urge to look up F!leo fics, and I was so "I've avoided rottmnt fics for 3+ years now, is this where I finally break-"

Man I love fics so so *so* damn much, but I'm in the middle of my semester rn and it would be such an awful idea for me to get hooked on fics rn lmao. Maybe once the semester is over I can take a lil dive into into ao3, find those f!leo fics ehehe. Maybe if you lovley people have any recs, I can keep the recs for when I finish my semester as a reward ehe -w-

#this is such a long ask im so sorry JSHAJAJ #i miss reading fics man :((#UGHHHHH #and then theres also the more selfish readon that I mever delved into rottmnt fics; I know rottmnt aint got the 80k that vld does #so i def wouldn't be able to be as picky with what i read AHA #idk if I actually get 'hyperfixated' on anything I think that's an ADHD term and i dont got that #but i do fr go completely nonfunctional when reading fics LMAO i am pissed if im called or smth while reading a fic ahaha #okay im done babbling mwhawmah #ashask

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glitter-alienz · 10 months

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why are (some of) the rottmnt fandom so sure the mutant mayhem getting 2 seasons means rise has no hope of ever comming back?

the 2007 movie came out while 2003 tmnt was still airing, and the bayverse movies came out while 2012 tmnt was airing. did 2003 and 2012 stop? no its not like the older iterations stop forever when a new one is made. and even tho rise was canceled that doesn't mean its never ever comming back, there is no way of proofing it wont. it could get a new season in like 80 years or a reboot, who knows. i might not even be alive to see a 3rd season but guess what? its not over. and there is gonna be more of this franchise.

just enjoy mutant mayhem, or dont. but if you dont like it, maybe dont shit on it IN THE REPLIES/TAGS OF PEOPLE WHO DID ENJOY IT?. people are treating it how rise was treated. i get change is not fun for some people (including me) and its hard to get into new shows/movies. but you can like...not go around on peoples comment sections saying shit like "rise was better" or "i guess this is it for rise" like??? people are excited for this movie let them have fun. mutant mayhem didnt cause rottmnt's cancelation.

im getting tired of seeing people shitting on mm, espically rise fans…like? wasnt your show treated this way?? wow

#tmnt #rottmnt #mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #the dib speakz!!#rambles #sorry im heated up but this is so dumb #its a fucking cartoon just have fun man

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Stress Test

RotTMNT Donatello x Fem!Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Aged-up Turtles, Explicit Language, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Flirting, Innuendo, Stress Relief, Alternate Universe - College/University, Creampie

Synopsis: College is already tough enough when reader, who is having a very bad day, finds themselves on the receiving end of Donnie's version of help.

Also available on Ao3

A gift for the darling @unknownfanartist that could not have been possible without the brainstorming help of @shiftandshade and @some-guy-named-dominyk ! You're all the best and have been making my fandom experience better than I could have ever imagined!

PLEASE NOTE: MINORS JUST DON’T OK?! THERE’S TAGS! BE COOL AND DNI 😩

So, that’s how it was going to be.

Pulling into campus, you craned your head over your dash to glare at the sky. The sun was certainly not going to make an appearance as it hid cowardly behind its army of clouds. Bitter, you grabbed your things and trudged into the snow. Heavy footfalls crunched as you navigated the awkward landscape created by many an uneven plowing. Finally breaching a building’s warmth, you scowled as you remembered there was no time to enjoy it. Jostling your bag, you moved with purpose towards the class you were most certainly late for. You needed coffee and you were already late.

Adjusting course, you headed towards a vending machine. There were far better options and you had already thrown caution to the wind, but manageable tardiness was always better than outright. Glimpsing the rectangular glowing box, you made the shuffling exchange to produce a wallet. A card transaction felt too unwieldy so you opted for bills. You had just the one in mind and palmed it to gaze at the machine. You were finally in store for some respite. Reaching forward you fed the bill into the slot.

It zipped into the machine and was immediately ejected.

That was fine.

You pinched it free and gave it right back.

You listened as gears turned before it was rejected once again.

Eyes a little too wide, you grabbed the bill and smoothed it’s near pristine edges against the corner of the machine before giving it another go. With bated breath you watched as the same machination played out except this time the dollar did not return to the surface. You could have collapsed at that minor success. Turning to glance over the sparse options, you reached out and punched a selection. The machine made a beep and your brow furrowed. Glancing at the digital display, it made a note of missing funds. Blinking slowly, you waited as the text rolled over saying there was no balance at all.

Squeezing your hand into a fist, you strangled your wallet. Pulling out the most decimated bill you had, you bitterly shoved it into the slot out of pure spite. You stewed as you held your hand on standby waiting for the bill to undoubtedly be rejected. Your arm fell limply to the side when it not only passed inspection within a whirring second, but also ticked up the balance on the machine. Groaning, you tipped your head back in annoyance. Several stray locks broke free from their brethren at the movement. Obviously the hurried brush swipe from this morning that placed your hair into a ponytail wasn’t nearly thorough enough.

On your chin’s downswing, you blew a puff of air to keep them out of your eyes and jammed the same selection button. The machine buzzed with movement and you waited for something to be dispensed. You stood by, an odd smile splitting your cheeks as it continued to vibrate uselessly. Another beep chirped and you looked up to find the digital display telling you to enjoy.

You banged your forehead against the polycarbonate face.

“You seem to be having some trouble.”

Snapping your eyes open, you felt your blood pressure drop.

Not that voice.

Not him.

Without removing your head from the machine, you turned to give him a wide eyed gaze.

It surely read manic.

You didn’t care.

Whatever you guessed was on your features must have been accurate because it translated to surprise on his. You gave him a flicking once over and found he had a forearm craned to the top of the machine. It accentuated both his height over it and you. Following the limb, you lingered on his rippling arm muscles but internally scoffed at his choice of a skin tight short sleeved black top. Finally cascading across his sturdy neck, you watched as the earlier shock shifted to a smug grin on his green face. Flushing at being ousted was the furthest thing on your mind.

You had been in a sort of tango with the man since last semester. There had been no tangible exchange between the two of you, but the tension was unmistakable. You had first been caught by his easy on the eyes status and then captured by the slivers of his dichotomic personality that seemed to swing from icy calculations to the grandiose. Chemistry with a turtle hadn’t been on your bingo card, but mutants had earned their share of society. In your usual manner of luck though, the connection had moved little past visual as jam packed college schedules interfered. That was, until today at arguably the worst time.

“You look… tired.” He offered.

“You can say ‘shit.’” You clipped back with a little more force than necessary. The irritation with your words sank into your hands as you pushed off the machine. In doing so the excess force shifted awkwardly in your body and you stumbled back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the mutant startle once again, but you caught yourself before you could make a complete tumble. There was no way you were about to let him catch you in some romance trope.

Still wary, he watched to see if you were stable before glancing back at the machine. “Allow me.”

“Don’t bother.” You retorted, adjusting your belongings. “It already ate my money once and then ripped me off.”

You bristled as he chose to ignore you and study the box. You were about to walk away when he shot you a cocky look and gave the device a sharp whack at what seemed like a calculated angle. You watched with an arched brow as your coffee was dispensed in swift sputter.

“Bad day?” He reached down and grabbed the drink before offering it to you.

“It’s all downhill from here.” You gave him your own lopsided grin before taking a sip of the acrid liquid. At this point you wished you had just taken the time to hit a coffee shop.

His heady evaluation kept you rooted even though your mind begged you to get to class. You were just about to execute the awkward shuffle that telegraphed your need to leave when his lips parted.

“We’ll see.” He said simply, before reaching out. The muscles in your neck tightened as his large hand headed toward you. Going rigid as, in contrast to its size, a delicate touch brushed a lock of hair away from your face. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin alternatively seared with the contact. “I think you’ll find it can get better.”

Your frozen stature lasted through him giving you his own once over through half-lids. You started to thaw as he then gave a departing half wave and headed down the hall. Finally breaking free and your mind reeling at him having some sort of last laugh, you planted your feet. Not your proudest moment, but you blew a raspberry of sorts after him and then said, “Yeah right-!” Your nearly bit your tongue as you realized you didn’t even have his name to curse him with.

He didn’t stop in his trek, but his head tilted just enough that you got a glimpse of his cheek. “Donatello! You might have better luck insulting me knowing that!”

You glowered in place. He would have a name like that. It certainly wasn’t one you were going to put any respect on. “Whatever, Donnie!”

That wasn’t your best work.

The way his shoulders gave a single bob before he turned a corner ensured the point.

Dragging your feet along with your tray, you made your way to a cafeteria table. Social interaction was at the very bottom of your priority list so you threw up an embittered aura and took a seat at an empty table with a good vantage point to keep the whole room in view if anyone dare try to break through. As expected and in straight offense to Donnie’s comment, class had been less than stellar. There was a question of revisions that could have been done that weren’t clearly outlined along with a critique on how you should be doing more. It left you all the more soured. Staring down listlessly at whatever you had grabbed, you tell it was going to be bland. The sauces were on a little mock salad bar on the other side of the room; your kingdom for condiments.

Heaving to your feet, you debated lugging the food around, but decided against it in a line of ever testing the universe’s lack of patience with you. With a few back glances along the way, you trudged over to the bar. Cold air wafted off its cold steel structure and you glared at the seemingly never changing options. You reached out to make a selection the same time as a three fingered green hand did the same. Stopping just shy of touching each other, you snapped your gaze up.

He greeted you by keeping his eyes the bar while a sure smile played on his lips. “Hello again.”

“Are you stalking me?” You narrowed your gaze at him.

“I would never.”

It was almost surprising how quick the response was. “Sure…” You packed the syllable full of your suspicion.

“The menu is a little dry today.” You could see out of the corner of your eye that he scooped something onto his plate.

“Depends on what you get.” You shrugged, finally moving to get your sauce.

“I think it has more to do with touch.”

“Yeah?” The response was more automatic as your focus lie elsewhere. Originally, you had once positioned yourself to keep your food in sight and he had since stepped into that line. It meant you had to look past him to make sure your tray was safe.

“Of course.” He clacked the plastic tongs in his hand. “Cuisine is both a science and an art form. You can calculate everything out, but, and I find this frustrating, there are factors you can’t account for without touch.”

“Uh huh…?” Though you were more than ready to get back to your food, he had a leading air that held enough of your curiosity.

“Take a dough, for example.” You looked down through the glass partition to find he had exchange the tongs for a bread roll. “Elevation, humidity, temperature…” He turned the bread over in a show that brought one of your brows up. “You can precisely measure and try to control all the factors, but without getting your hands on it…” He gently rolled bun over in his palm. “To knead it…” He gave it a squeeze. “Work it…” With the deft digits of one hand, he then maneuvered it between his thumb and farthest finger. “Checking in and taking the time is the only way you can ensure a satisfactory product.” Your eyes slowly widened as he then took what was approximately his index finger and pressed it right into a soft exposed part of the roll where it had been torn free of the others. In a rocking motion, he arched the digit into the dough until he had expertly excavated out a hole.

You hadn’t realized how much heat had shifted in your body until he all but leaned over the bar towards you.

“Do you see?”

You jerked away from him so violently that you almost spilled your sauce. You passed him a quick glance that you hoped read as indignant before making a beeline for your table. You felt fully scandalized as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. There was no way you were seriously stressed out enough that just watching some idiot finger blast bread had alit something in you. The whole thing was insane. It must have been your gutter mind imaging things because there was no way that was what he intended. There had to be a more rational explanation.

Arriving at your destination, you took a seat robotically. Frowning, you prepared to eat and wondered if that was what actually happened or if you were certainly projecting. Either way alarming in its own right, you took a bite. Between blinks, you imagined the way his finger had turned and arched directly upward into the dough. You nearly choked on your bite and scrambled to take a drink. Somehow getting the morsel down and subverting death for about the millionth time in your life, you lowered your glass just in time to find Donnie languidly place his tray exactly three tables away. You tried to muster a glare at the eye contact, but some of your drink dribbled down your chin. The corner of his mouth upturned as you scrambled to get a napkin.

Whatever concerns you previously had about your mental state vanished; he was definitely playing at something.

Refreshed and renewed with annoyance, you went back to your meal and only partially regretted your choice to sit all by yourself. It not only gave you an unobstructed view of the mutant, but it also meant you had nowhere else to split your attention. Trying to focus it on your food, his movements couldn’t help but beckon your eye. Eating with more ferocity, you forced him to disappear. It also meant you only made it about halfway before your stomach started to protest the barely chewed bites. Slowing down with a sigh, you saw a smear of movement shoot up. Keeping your head down and peering through your lashes, you watched as Donnie grabbed his tray and departed.

You gave another sigh, this time relaxing all the muscles that had bunched up. Looking at the rest of your food with the same disinterest as when you started, you pushed it around your plate trying to make an enticing bite. You had almost calmed down when another trickle of movement caught your eye. Unconsciously, you lifted up to pass a glance at the newcomer and watched in horror as a satisfied smile spread across Donnie’s face when eye contact was established. A tight frown formed on your lips as he set down a bowl of strawberries and a tall glass of water.

Shooting your gaze away to the right, you immediately regretted your decision to back down. It felt like a lose-lose situation between letting him win whatever game he was trying to play and indulging him. Gritting your teeth, you turned your attention to your plate. A tactical retreat would probably be your best bet as your appetite was pretty much null at this point. Another ding in the ever losing day was the waste of money and food. The thought wedged between anger and melancholy as you prepared to pick up your tray. You were halted by the glimpse of an extended green limb.

Peeking, you glanced to see he had reached out across his table and tapped a finger against it to get your attention. Bitter, you made an annoyed show of sweeping your gaze up. You blinked as you found a large strawberry pinched in his other hand next to that smarmy face of his. Your brows knit as he flashed you a bit of teeth before turning on the fruit. That glint of white brightened again as he brought the berry in close. With his head turned to the side, you got a particularly clear view of his accentuated canines as he bit into the strawberry with far too much teeth than a normal bite should take. He lips came down around the morsel in time with yours where you hadn’t realized your jaw had dropped. Clenching your jaw to keep such a mistake happening again, you gaped as he pulled the plump berry away from his lips. A bit of reddened juice chased down his chin and he thoughtfully chewed. One of your hands reached up to grab the table and missed, dipping into some spilled sauce.

You were about to curse and take care of the mess when he swallowed. Your throat went dry as you watched his Adam’s apple bob around the bite. Your heart thudded in your ears as you scrambled for a napkin. Wiping your hands, the cognizant part of your brain screeched about how stupid this all was. It was full-on winter. There was no way ripe strawberries that ripe should even exist.

Hands only minutely cleaner, you actually grabbed the sides of your tray. You’d had enough of this weird show and rose your eye line only because you had to do so to stand. What you found across from you was Donatello, tipped back and downing the water like his life depended on it. That damn neck of his tensed and flexed in a means to get the fluids into his body. A single droplet traced along a chiseled curve from where it had broken free from the gulps. Your eye absently traced its path back to his lips just as he finished off the glass. He lowered it, his eyes down and you watched as his tongue darted out and skimmed his lower lip in a languidly swipe. The long pink vestige quirked in the corner of his mouth as he brought his gaze up to yours through sultry lids.

There was a knowingness there that kept you still though it felt like your center gravity was rapidly descending. His tongue retracted and he made a show of lip smacking satisfaction before bringing up the back of his hand to wipe the errant droplets. Putting effort into the twist, his muscles flexed at the movement and you finally broken the sediment holding your feet in place. Before you could really comprehend what you were doing, you were already dumping your tray. Surely away from his prying eyes, you let a full range of emotions run across your face in one rapid reel before reigning them all in. He was an unadulterated exhibitionist. With the food discarded, you slammed the tray into its pick-up spot and turned to escape the cafeteria nightmare. There was no way in hell you were going to admit to even the privacy of your mind what your thoughts were on his absurd peacocking. You decided he was out to torture you; the game was making an already miserable person have a worse day. If only your body shared the same sentiment.

You were being followed.

Tightening your grip on your bag, you tried not to all out run to your last class of the day. The feeling had prickled at your neck a little ways after your cafeteria debacle. It had taken a trip to the restroom and a long look in the mirror to gain even a tiny bit of control over the heat pooling in your belly. Reminding yourself you weren’t going to give in, you planned a lazily trek to your class when you felt eyes on you. Immediately having turned around, you found only a few background students milling about. Questioning your sanity for about the hundredth time today, you continued on.

The sensation returned almost immediately, which brought you to your current predicament. No matter how hard you tried, there never seemed to be anyone behind you. Frustrated to no end, you almost looked forward to your next class. It was usually one your dreaded as it held one of the most annoying classmates ever, but you’d take her stupid face over whatever was happening now. Turning down another hall with far more activity, you welcomed the security blanket other people created. Anxiety fringing and the gaze still ghosting you, you stiffened your resolve.

“Hey, man!”

There was something about the candor of the random shout. It was so sharply pointed that you just knew it was meant for someone directly behind you. Spinning around for at least the fourth time, you found Donnie being hailed by several other students.

Your eye twitched.

Not quite having realized it stopped you dead in your tracks, you watched as the green menace greeted what your presumed were his classmates with a lethargic nod. It should have been so obvious that it had been him stalking you all along. Radiating irritation, you had half a mind to go over and scream at him. It would make a big enough spectacle that maybe you could tear a shred of embarrassment out of his otherwise cool exterior. Grimacing inwardly, your brain quickly swept in to remind you of the other side of that scenario. The one in which you looked like a raving lunatic calling out some guy in a sea of people who didn’t care who you were. Wilting at the thought, you began to leave. You just needed to get to the safety of your classroom and finish out this accursed day. That was, until you saw a purple wrapped head loll back in your periphery

Haunches up at the sheer audacity of the man, you turned to shoot icy daggers at Donatello. Instead of the expected smirk, you found him scanning you. Your shoulders bobbed as he openly undressed you with his eyes. You were struck with the swift tide of coiling in your lower body that then receded sharply under drowning embarrassment. He was eye fucking you so blatantly that his classmates took notice and were already whispering to one another. Cheeks aflame, you did a sharp about face and stormed away. Your rushing blood thundered in your ears; loud but not enough to drown out another shout.

“Good luck!”

The was a comedic tone to it. Without turning you knew Donnie had immediately sprung after you to pick up the chase. Feeling very much like prey, you shot down the skyway and could now hear his footsteps in tow. You threw a glance over your shoulder and prepared to finally call him out when you got a glimpse of his face. Apart from the smothering focus, there was a primal desire there as if you were the most delicious thing this world had to offer. It snapped your gaze forward and caused a muscle to pulsate deep within you. It wasn’t at all what you were prepared for and you suddenly were at a loss on how to respond. Deciding again to flee, but now from yourself as well, you broke out into a full tilt run. There were no thundering steps echoing yours and you squeezed your eyes shut at the velocity when a clear path afforded it. Reaching your class in record time, you stopped short of the door panting from the sudden exertion.

Trying to regain of shred of control and not make a worse impression on the students you’d be stuck with for the next three to four hours, you clutched at your chest. Within several deep breaths, you swiveled around to look for your offender. You found only a few errant students around. The way your stomach dropped was frustrating. Your lids descended and you leaned back against the wall. This ploy of his was breaking your already brittle sanity. You had just run away from him in a literal sense, there was no way that you were feeling any kind of upset that he had given up the chase. It bordered on a mind game you did not have the wherewithal to play. You had a metric fuck ton of assignments and more on the way. You needed to focus with your nose to the grindstone. This was just another agonizing day in a sea of others.

It was fine.

Stressed? Annoyed? Exhausted?

Sure.

But you were also fine.

Having had a long moment to put your priorities into perspective, you finally opened your eyes. You were still perched against the wall beside the door to your class. Across the hall sat the entrance to the coding class where you knew for a fact Donatello would soon occupy. Last semesters chance encounters always occurred in passing on the way to different classes. This year it culminated in him just a door away. It seemed like an eon ago that the sight of him here might have been a nice little reprieve from the strain of the day. Now, you almost hoped you wouldn’t see him because you weren’t sure your body could take whatever else he had in store.

Sighing, you pushed off the wall. You only had to dodge him three or four more times. Class would start and then you had a short break before an hour long stretching of the legs. All manageable enough to avoid another person. It left the hardest being class ending all together. Plotting a litany of exit strategies, students filled past you signaling that time for class was drawing near. You shifted your grip on your bag and in preparation to leave, saw Donnie come into view.

Though none of your acid gazes had any effect yet, you still shot him a venom filled look as he approached. Though his head were held to a high standard, there was a bit of a sheepish quality to his eyes that gave you pause. Unfortunately, you watched in near horror as he took this as some kind of acceptance and another smug grin split across his face. You tried not to reel as he basically strut right to his class’s door. Your jaw dropped as he entered and threw a look over his shoulder with a quirked brow that screamed he knew you watched the whole display. Your teeth came up as he disappeared into the depths with a pointed wink.

Hunching over and covering your mouth, you shook your head. That one was a little too funny. Displeasure ebbed under the ludicrous comedy as you entered class.

You only vaguely remembered you had meant to avoid this break when you marched out into the hallway. You needed at least ten seconds free from hearing that girl’s grating voice and the allotted 15 minutes were just a bonus. You made it a few heated steps before making sure she hadn’t followed. Staring evenly at the door, it made some sense that she’d stay behind. She had probably gone live to stream her subpar work to her 5 followers. Of course she couldn’t just be the most annoying student in your class, she also had to be some kind of failed social media influencer. Scowling, you took purchase on the wall and blew out your frustration in a thick stream of air. Lazily you watched as your other less tiresome classmates filled around you along with the coders across the way.

It was about then that you realized what was probably about to happen. Straightening your back, you counted down the students exiting his class until Donatello appeared. Oddly enough, he seemed engaged in actual conversation with one of his peers and didn’t look your way. It was in these moments that on any other day you would shyly try to catch one another’s eye. Today you instead watched him with open curiosity as his hand waved through some complicated mechanic he was trying to translate. Another coder caught wind of the exchange and stepped in to offer his piece. They seemed quite heated and whatever the first man had said made Donnie’s head snap to him disbelief.

So he was capable of that too.

Satisfied that you would get this time off scot-free, you lolled your head back towards your classroom. Wondering how much time you had left, you let the first neutral moment of the day take hold. It meant you couldn’t be bothered to even lift your arm to check the time, but your other classmates cycling back would be enough of a warning. Lids drifting down, you neared relaxation when someone appeared in the doorway.

The universe truly hated you.

There, in the archway, stood the annoying girl. She bobbed as if she were in an intense hurry and searched around. You mentally pleaded that it had nothing to do with you and you were granted that one kindness. However, in a cruel twist of fate, her eyes lit up at the coders across the way.

“You!” She shouted and all but skipped across the expanses. You tracked her as she shot right up to Donnie, almost slamming into him in her excitement. Mid-sentence, he turned and regarded her as if an insect had landed on his person. You would have laughed had she not opened her mouth again.

“I’m sorry, I only have a few minutes left, but I got challenged to do this thirst trap trend!” She held out her phone and you watched as Donnie barely passed a glance over the device. “I need a big strong guy to catch my leg at the end, would you help me?” She then snapped to a what should be read as a cutesy pose. She was probably conventionally attractive, but her terrible personality was utterly blinding. “Pretty please, it’ll just be for a second!”

You watched as it was painfully obvious that Donnie was going to say no before something akin to realization passed over his features. It rippled across your flesh in the form of goose bumps as in a blink you were sure you saw his eyes flick to you. He then had that cocksure aura about him and turned to look down at her. “Sure, I believe we need a chair?”

“Yes, exactly!” She then randomly selected another coder to go grab one before spouting information a mile a minute to Donnie. The mutant didn’t seem to listen and instead had pulled out his phone. He scanned something with rapid thumb swipes and then turned his attention to her.

With some satisfaction you watched as he cut her off. “It’s borderline formulaic. Just follow the near identical bass heavy music, rapid transitions, and eye leading shots and you’ll be fine. I mean…” He gave a little shrug and again you were sure he flicked his gaze at you. “Any simpleton could do it.”

The annoying girl jolted as if the words had been loaded into a gun. Before she could address the offense, one of the guys Donnie had previously been talking to snorted.

“You gotta be joking!”

“Not at all.” Donnie looked at his classmate evenly.

“Sure you’ve got some muscle, but a thirst trap? You move like a plank of wood most of the time!” The classmate laughed and the one that had been sent away returned with the chair.

“It’s fine! He can be a hot plank!” The annoying girl huffed, taking the piece of furniture.

“Hot plank!?” The laughing coder quacked and nearly collapsed.

Donnie glanced over him, then the girl, and, finally, directly at you. “Film it.”

He hadn’t even tried to make it a question.

The pointed nature of the statement caused the annoying girl to turn on you.

Great.

This was fine.

“Yes!” In several skips she bounded up to you. “Please say yes! It’ll be so fast! I bet you’re great at it!!”

The protest was instantly on your lips when you heard the other students in the hallway buzz at the film shoot. The spotlight was insufferable and only comparable to the heated patient gaze of Donatello. You shrank under it despite your mind’s raging protests. “Fine, whatever. Don’t make us late.”

The annoying girl squealed at a pitch that stabbed sharply into your ear drums. You followed her in a confused haze across the hall. After some chair adjustment that pointed it directly at you, the girl came back over to fiddle with her phone by your side. A fast looping beat came out of the device’s speakers at a tepid volume and the camera mode was activated before it was thrust into your hands.

“Alright!” The girl chirped before shooing away all the other coders but Donnie. She had tried to make a grab at his arm to move him, but he put himself in place beside the chair just as she reached her hand out. Again, mildly perturbed, but not to be deterred, she spun around to face the camera. “So start the recording and say go and I’ll bust out all the moves and cut later.” She threw her head back at Donnie. “Watch for the spin and catch me in those big arms, kay?” You could just see the wink she shot him. You watched on screen as she returned her gaze to you and Donnie openly rolled his eyes.

You didn’t like any of this.

Bringing up the camera, you adjusted as necessary before tapping record. “Go ahead.”

Just as the annoying girl jut back to arch her body, Donnie stepped forward. Murmurs rippled through the onlookers as the girl jolted in response. Through the camera’s digital display you watched as the slight build up of fury in the girl’s eyes. Alternatively, Donnie simply seemed to straighten up and in doing so his towering size caused her to shrink back before a protest ever left her lips. She instinctually backed up and Donnie stepped into her spot. He then lolled his head to one side before opening his eyes. The lethal blow was instantaneous and any roving mumbles went dead silent. You stiffened as he stared right through the camera at you with a gaze that dripped with seduction.

He then shifted into rolling his neck which seemed to flex and rove along every tight muscle there. Flittering those heated glances back at the camera, he took a seat in the chair with his hips splayed. In time with the short beat weakly echoing in the hall, one of his arms shot up and scrapped back across the mask over his face. It knocked the silly goggles he wore on top of his head into a backward position. His triceps rippled on display and he gave a coy smirk with half of his face shielded by his arm. He rolled out of the move, shifting in the seat until his ass was on the edge and it caused not only his back to arch, but his hips to bow in just the right way.

Even though you were staring at him through the screen, your hand lowered unconsciously along with your jaw. Before you could correct, he snaked down; his shoulders flexing as he chased the camera’s lens. Bending at the waist, his torso dripped between his thighs and he cocked his head. The coaxing burn of his gaze felt like a vice around you and somewhere you found enough wherewithal to bring your hand back up. Again he followed it, reeling his arms back in, but taking the time to drag them straight from knee to crotch before sending a knowing smirk that read as almost pity for the viewer who could only have a visual taste of him. Your body felt like fire as he drew up a line from between his legs to his chest. You knew enough that it was his plastron jutting out underneath, but the way he rolled his shoulders made it all the more apparent that it was only an approximation of the pecs that would be there were he not part turtle. You nearly groaned at the sight when the annoying girl finally found enough strength to step in.

“O-ok! I think we got it!” She tried to force out the statement as a bark, but barely managed a whimpy whine.

All at once, the phone left your hands and the hallway seemed to come alive again. Several people cleared their throats and glancing around the peanut gallery found barely a soul hadn’t been affected by the display. Knowing you were among them was felt like borderline harassment, so you shifted to see how Donnie acted in response. You watched the mutant come out of the chair in a stiff manner and round it as if his legs were made of wood. He then picked up the piece of plastic before looking pointedly at the annoying girl.

“Will you post it?”

She was staring at the replay, almost drooling. Snapping to attention, she looked from her phone to him. “Well, this isn’t really…”

“You have to post it!” One of the coders suddenly shouted. “Give me your handle!”

“It’d be a shame to waste that!” Another person called out from behind you.

“Can I have your user too!?” Someone else yelled.

Under a similar onslaught as you had been when asked to be the cameraman, you glanced around before coming back to Donnie.

He was staring down at the annoying girl with an flat smile on his face and eyes that nearly gleamed with manic joy over how he had not only one-upped her, but trapped her in the process.

“Uh… yeah… sure.” She shoved her face into her screen in a pathetic attempt to hide her dismay.

Based on the affect it had in real life amongst you and your peers, you knew if she were to post the video it would put any of hers to complete shame.

“Time’s almost up, do what you will.” Donnie shrugged and passed you one of the most even glances of the day.

You weren’t sure how to interpret it as you watched him disappear back into his classroom. It then took several more seconds of the students dispersing before you reanimated. Leaving your annoying classmate behind, you moved back to your door. Taking your seat, everything seemed to move around you as class resumed. You tried. You did everything to put your focus on your work, but no matter what you did, your brain betrayed you. Within each blink was a jump cut from the would be thirst trap. Glancing up at your teacher only dispelled the ghosts of bulging muscles. Looking down at the paper in front of you conjured images of deft fingers arching beckoningly. You squished your thighs together until your hips protested the pressure. You had to keep it together.

Flustered, you dragged the rubber band out of your ponytail and ruffled your hair. With several swipes you put it back up in what you hoped was a less messy way than it had once been. You remembered your haggard reflection from this morning against the shiny plastic of the vending machine. Frowning, you realized you missed an important note from your professor. Clicking your tongue, you scrambled to catch up. As if your regularly scheduled stress wasn’t enough. Compounding that with what could only be described as the love child between sexual frustration and torture, you were at your wit’s end. You wanted to give that bastard a piece of your mind. You also wanted to bite a piece of him off. His taunting smirk continued to gloat over your struggle as you forced your pencil to paper.

An agonizing hour.

It was fine.

It was also fucking insufferable.

Having been tormented by images of Donnie for the duration of class leading up to your hour break was enough to break any embarrassed determination you had. You were going to give that bastard a piece of your mind. There was no way he had any right to punish you on a day that was already white hot garbage. Slamming things into your bag with enough force to break them, you shouldered it and headed toward the door with purposeful stomps. You exited your classroom and watched as, in time, Donatello did the same. If that wasn’t a universal blessing than you didn’t know what was.

He seemed startled by your darkened stare for a moment, but then something else passed over his features.

You could just tell.

The challenge you were about to bestow upon him was accepted.

You could hear the bell as the match was about to begin.

A good fight was a great stress reliever.

You turned down the hall and could feel him fall in line. You weren’t in the mood to deal with any bystanders thinking they knew even a minutia of what was going on and twisted down a low traffic hall. Lacking windows, you rounded him as soon as you saw the coast was clear. He was closer than you anticipated. Your eyes met. There it was again, that shaded gaze. A twisted frown of fury tugged down at your lips as you finally let all your pent-up frustrations bubble to the surface. The sensation was overwhelming and stung in your eyes, but you could feel it all coming to a head. You brought up a hand to help aid in the righteous demonstration. Your lips parted at the oncoming onslaught.

You got out exactly one strangled syllable when his lips crashed into yours. Your outstretched hand was cupped by his and wrapped in a scorching warmth. Your brows came together as you tried to make sense of what was happening. You tilted your head to protest, but it came off as deepening the kiss. His lips moving against yours took the edge off, but the vestiges of combat still hung in your mind. A small groan of frustration lodged in your throat and a swipe of his tongue against your lips caused them to part. You might have used the opening to protest, but he followed through the motion with his free hand slipping behind your back. You arched into it and he reeled you in until your hips were flush against his leg. You hummed on contact and he made a similar noise in kind. Oxygen rapidly depleting, you both finally broke with a gasp and your headed lolled without support.

Suddenly fuzzy on the details that brought you here, you stared up at him drunkenly. His pupils were blown wide, but he still was taking the time to study you carefully.

“Jerk.” Was all you could manage before you both came together again. Freeing your hand from his grasp, you caught him and groped at his arms. You could feel him smile into your lips so you bit down on his bottom one to show your displeasure. You knew that he knew what you thought of his body, but that didn’t make him rubbing it in any less annoying. The arm behind your back turned into a hand that pressed down into the tense muscles of your lumbar region. Between him massaging your lips and now your back, you melted against him. You barely felt him steer you until your back pressed against a wall. You felt the surface pull at your pony tail until you both broke for air once more. Instead of giving you space, you hissed as he pressed searing kisses down your neck.

Suddenly in need of leverage, you trailed up his biceps and onto the planes of his shoulder. The hand at your lower back dipped further down and skirted your ass. You were almost about to protest the lack of squeezing when he laved at your collarbone. A sigh burst forth from you and he tucked his hand under your upper thigh. His head came up as the appendage sank down into the flesh is another kneading of muscle. There was a soft tock against the wall as you became putty at the sensation. He hummed in satisfaction and kissed the corner of your mouth in question. Momentarily unable to find your voice, you instead nosed his cheek and he brought his lips to yours in a more languid show than any of the others so far.

The leg underhand rapidly becoming jelly made the others tightened nature more apparent. Donnie seemed to sense this and brought his other hand down in a similar fashion as the first. You weren’t sure how you were going to stay upright when he answered the call by hoisting you up. It slotted your hips together and had he not immediately started massaging the limbs you might have wanted to focus on that. A loud moan crawled up your larynx and he pressed hard into you to swallow the sound. He then withdrew his mouth from yours and you nearly whimpered at the contact.

“We need to be quiet…” He reminded you before searing another kiss to your check.

You vaguely registered the sound of talking students nearby. The cold bucket of fear poured over your head and your legs contracted around his waist. It brought the flat edge of his plastron right to your core and your eyes rolled back at the sensation. When they came down, you saw him watching you with desire pouring off of him.

“We only have 36 minutes left.”

How long had you been making out?

He gave a squeeze to your thighs and the near-liquid like state of your muscles said that at least the massage portion of the evening had gone on for quite awhile. Remembering you had arms, you snaked them around his neck and pulled him in close. Whether he meant to dodge your lips or not, his forehead came against yours and you breathed him in.

Staying like that for a moment you tried to sort what was left of your thoughts. The seconds weighed heavily on your mind as you took stock. Whatever he had done had made you lose time which in your ever grinding mind was a rare display. If that wasn’t an improvement you weren’t sure what else would be. Throwing caution to the wind, you pushed a bit into where your heads were connected. He leaned back and seemed to prepare himself for your response.

“Is that enough time?” Your voice felt hoarse and you realized you had said one word the entire time.

You saw a flicker pass through his iris and his brows raise at the challenge. “I’ll make it enough.”

He sealed the agreement with a kiss and ground his hips into yours. You mewled at his sudden speed, but none of his movements seemed sparse. Instead he finally slid his hands along your legs and grabbed at both of your ass cheeks. He stifled another heady moan off your lips before shifting his center of gravity. Only mildly curious with his mouth as a distracting force, you barely registered his fingers hooking into your waist band. You bit down on a yelp as his knee came against the wall to support you as he tugged one half of your pants down. In the back of your mind that wasn’t waffling over being undressed in a hallway at school, you marveled at his multitasking skills. His tongue moved in tandem with his hands and he swapped your weight to the other knee until all your bottoms pooled around one ankle. It wasn’t until his grip had shifted that you realized he’d even taken your underwear down in the process.

His mouth left yours and you blew out as the tepid air of the hallway hit your heat. He pressed apologetic nips into your neck as one thick digit gingerly tested your folds. The wetness he found there caused his teeth to come together and he murmured into your throat, “Is this all for me?”

As if he knew a complaint would be on your lips, his finger slid against you and prodded your entrance. You desperately wanted to make some kind of cohesive response, but all that came out was a needy, “More.”

He nodded and his finger disappeared. You trampled the whine that tried to form. Your body bobbed as he fiddled with something, but you couldn’t see what. His head blocked most of your view as he had it down against your shoulder, working on something between you. You fiddled with the fabric of his shirt, just feeling the bump where his shell was when you felt different sort of sharp heat press right into you. Gasping as you realized he had been removing his pants, you watched as his head came back up. When eye contact was established, you squashed the question in his by yanking him close to you. A small chuckle throttled in his throat as the sharp movement tugged his cock into you. It caused both of you to bite down on moans.

The amusement of the mimed action brought your lips together and he adjusted his grip on you until the angle slotted him just so. You tensed up as the tip of his cock slid in and he rocked into the motion. Through tiny thrusts he worked himself inside of you until he was sheathed. You reflexively clenched around him and he brought a curious eye up to you. You barely managed a shrug and his hips pulled back. You licked your lips at the feeling of him leaving up until he snapped back in. A potent moan burst your mouth and one of his hands left its stabilization duty to smother it. Your brows barely came together in the first signs of a glare and he fucked it right off of your face.

Unraveled from the day and his ministrations, the sounds continued to pour from you only to be caught by the clasped hand. His forehead came back down to your shoulder as he put all the rest of his attention into his thrusts. The pace was unrelenting, but he still took time to keep adjusting the angle until he hit just the right spot. Your body shuddered on contact and he all but cradled you as he continued to focus his strokes on that point. You held onto his neck for dear life as all reason left you. The coil of pleasure tightened to a lethal degree and you almost bit down on his fingers as your lashes fluttered uselessly. Reality stripped away with only your orgasm as a sight on the horizon when the wall left you.

Thinking he was just going to find some new magical angle, you curled into him and his cock sank down to the hilt. Sighing at the fullness, the sound met your ears making you realize his hand was no longer around your lips. Unsure, you blinked your eyes open to find the hall rushing around you. Tightening your grip even more, you caught a glimpse of two students just as a corner obscured them from view. Realizing you’d almost been caught, your muscles tensed and it resulted in a clamping down around his him. Your back harshly thudded against the new wall and you could feel the rumble of his groan into your chest. When he came back up, you could see the fear receding from his face and you both listened as the voices trailed off, seemingly none the wiser. Exchanging eye contact, he gave you only a wicked grin before he resumed fucking into you with even quicker purpose.

Your heart already racing from the near reveal, thudded out of your chest as your worn body was pushed to its very limit. The fluorescence in the hall seemed far too bright and his hand found your mouth as more sounds were ripped from you. You could feel your own drool smeared in the process, but you couldn’t give a single damn. Your muscles contracted and again as the shining paradise of your orgasm glimmered on the horizon once again. If the tightness wasn’t sign enough, your near screams were as a shift in your position meant you were again balanced on a knee. Donnie then used both that and the wall to free his other hand which slipped between the vice between your bodies to rub at your clit. Within a few strokes you came. Even through his hand, the howl off your lips surely could be heard by anyone in at least the next three conjoined hallways.

Instead of slacking, the buildup of the day manifested in a lengthy repetitive crashing of spasms that all but covered up Donnie’s own orgasm. Your muscles continued to ritualistically contract as he eased into you, using the wall ever more to keep you both upright. Heavy pants echoed as he finally removed his hand from your mouth and the last tinges of your pleasure massaged his cock as he prepared to pull out. It was in this motion when the excess of his slick ran down your leg that you realized he had in fact reached his own high. You smiled at him dopily, hoping the move translated even a shred of your satisfaction. A exhausted smile on his lips said he did and he reached up and brushed a matted hair from your forehead in a similar way to as he had done this morning. Your emotions thinned out and mixed up, watering your eyes at the action. He kissed your forehead at the sight before breaking eye contact with a little scowl.

Your euphoria dropped off as he attempted to get you back on your feet.

“What?” You slurred the single word, dread seeming like an odd emotion after everything that had just happened.

“We have 2 minutes.” Finding you able to keep yourself upright, he bent at the knee to retrieve his pants. In doing so, he came face to face with the mess trailing down your legs and looked back up to you through nervously clenched teeth.

“No…” You whined. Even if you were late to class, you were still several long hallways away from the closest restroom. You had no choice but to get dressed for the trek and either way, the fluids were going to get trapped in your clothes. That meant for the remainder of class you were going to be sitting in them. “No…” You repeated, more desperation coloring your features.

“I’m truly sorry.” He offered. You uselessly reached down to scoop some of the cum off your thigh as he put his pants back on. You tested the stickiness of the fluid between your fingers as he dropped back down. You stiffened as he made his own pass to catch juices before stepping back to let you get dressed.

The way the anxiety wafted off of him meant you knew exactly what he was going to say before he even did. “One minute…”

“Go, I got this.” You waved him off, the motion aerating the substance on your hands in an unappealing way.

“I’m not leaving you.” There was an incredulous edge to his tone that said there was no use in you fighting it. Grimacing, you dipped down, slipped back on, and pulled up your pants and underwear. The trapped slick sensation against the fabric was instantaneous and you shuddered at it.

You could hear more apologies slip off his lips as you both took a light jog to where your belongings had been left behind in the previous hallway. Running as best as you could against the squelching sensation and fucked out muscles, you neared your class before actually shoving Donatello off to his while you took to the restroom. You cleaned up as best you could, but the dampness had already set in.

Leave it to this stupid universe to put an edge to such a good thing.

In class only three minutes late, your teacher barely acknowledged you as you took a seat. Settling in, you picked up the lesson and tried to focus on your work with what should have been post-nut clarity. Through the discomfort, a countercurrent built up as you hadn’t quite processed the full extent of what happened. There was a deep set fluttering as time wore on and you started to piece together that all of Donatello’s asinine actions throughout the day had been an oddly build-up to that moment. You flushed bright red and tried to hide your face in your assignment as your remembered his insinuation that things would improve. He had probably gone about it in all the wrong ways, but the result had removed a great weight from your chest.

You squirmed in your seat and though you’d almost gotten used to the moist sensation, something about this twitch in particular caused a little ache to form. Your teacher droned on as the background while thoughts of sex slowly clawed in the forefront of your mind. By the time class had ended, you were the first to move. In a dumping swipe, you packed up and were also the first to the door. It meant you jumped ahead of the coding class and were left to stand in an annoyed and yearning stupor. The annoying girl from your class seemed to scoff at you as she departed. You almost smiled at the back of her head, happy specifically at how little you now cared about her existence.

It seemed like ages, but finally the coders began to file out. Shifting your weight from one leg to the other, you felt a new slick begin to form. Pressing down the undeterred flip of your stomach, you watched as Donatello exited and perked up at the sight of you waiting.

You smiled back and both of you met in the middle of the hall.

“Can we-?”

“Do you mind if-?”

You both shared a look and then laughed.

“To our spot?” He asked with wagging eye brows and turning to lead the way.

“Yes, but let’s not call it that.” You shook your head and fell in line.

“I must admit…” He started after several feet. “I’ve had a moment of lucidity.”

“Mhm.” The hum dripped with sarcasm as you shot him a knowing look.

“Yes, well-” The red on his cheeks did not match the Donnie who had been stalking you all day.

You bit your lip to assuage your giggles.

“I must admit that didn’t exactly go as planned!” He forced out.

Your head swiveled to his with curious surprise.

He balked at your gaze and looked away. “This morning, I, well-” For a moment he recomposed himself as you both turned down another hallway. “I was waiting around with a plan to ask you out; I even wore this accursedly tight shirt in hopes of increasing my chances.”

If you hadn’t already turned to him in shock once, you might have done a double take. “Wait…”

“I know!” He threw his hands up and you rounded the last corner towards where you had both been not too long ago. “Then I saw you and you looked like you were having just about the worst time someone could have and I had this insane idea to help distract you until I could have a chance to maybe help for real and…" He bit his lip and as you approached the exact spot, he turned to you openly. “As I say this I’m starting to think about all the ways this could have gone horrifically wrong. Suffice to say, the whole thing sort of got away from me.”

“You’re not apologizing are you?” You asked, folding your arms.

Even though he was much taller than you, his sudden sheepish air made him seem small. “Yes?.. No…?” He searched your face for the proper choice.

You refused to give him an ounce of information.

“I’ll need some indication so as not to mess this up further.” He settled on, trying to regain a bit of his analytical self.

You resisted the urge to laugh and instead settled on a half smile. He watched it with tempered hope and you looked away in a mock show of thinking it over. So he hadn’t been quite the sexual mastermind you thought him to be, but the fact that he had all but seduced you without that as his actual tangible goal was somehow just as intriguing. You knew very little about him. The realization brought more attention to the fact that you had been fucked senseless at school by a relative stranger. A reflexive spasm down south reminded you of the ache that had built up. Stress wasn’t something that could disappear with just one measly hour break. You set a wicked smile on your lips and rounded it on him. The happiness on his face shifted to eager curiosity as you sauntered towards him. With your newly found information, you wondered how much he did in fact understand when he caught your hips on approach.

“Did my day get better?” You posed the fake question out to the hall.

He feigned looking around before both of your gazes came together again.

“A lot of bad stuff happened and there was this one distracting dummy who kept following me around…” You murmured, lashes low.

He paled slightly and you could feel his grip on you loosen. You reached up and made of show of putting your hands to his biceps.

“If I had to sum it up, I would say there’s been some improvement…” You dropped off, flicking your eyes away and then back.

He licked his lips in anticipation.

“I think someone has to show me just how much there can be though.” You tossed out the line and he took the bait with a kiss.

“Gladly.”

#rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello hamato #donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #me #fanfiction #my fanfiction #rottmnt

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steam-junk · 2 years

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Hello! If you don’t mind could I request ROTTMNT (each turtle separately) x Wise! Kitsune! Reader?

Like how would he turtles be around Reader and that they view them as a mother figure? (Platonic or romantic I don’t mind!)

(If you aren’t comfortable with kitsune! Reader then normal reader would be fine!)

Also you have a lovely day / afternoon / night and a splendid year!! (Also if you feel uncomfortable with this request please ignore it!!)

rottmnt turtles x fem.reader

the boys with wise kitsune reader who is motherly

+could be read as platonic or romantic

type: headcanons, fluff

warnings: kinda short? I'm still getting into writing requests for other people so the first few might be a lil short like this

notes: I've seen you around on the ROTTMNT/reader tags for a while now asking about other kitsune!reader fics. I've always found your prompts and ideas rlly interesting, so I'm super excited to be writing something for you! Feel free to come back any time :)

Ohmigosh

He thinks you're so cool!

When he sees you he definitely notices your ears first.

When he gets to know you and sees how wise you are, he starts coming to you for advice.

Especially if you're the poetic type omg you two are perfect

Like,,, he will ask you what he should paint,,,, and you can write about it when he's finished <33

If he's having personal trouble he definitely asks you about it first. You almost always have some words of wisdom that can help him sort it out.

And when you two get close he will ask to pet your tails and/or lay on them while you tell him about things please please let him lay on your tails-

So when you two meet you both click and clash at the same time.

He's outgoing and charming, you're calm and wise. You're both social people, but in opposing ways.

Your friendship starts with him being the most talkative and you just listening.

Eventually, you'll start responding with words that hold more weight. You go from simple, "Mhm"'s to actual responses.

You two could go on for hours about the same topic.

He kind of needs you to keep him in check sometimes.

He also asks you to help him when he's having internet arguments in YouTube comments sections.

Probably asks if he can dye your tails with cool (temporary) colors and style you in outfits.

When he sees you, he thinks you look really cool.

Then he meets you...

You two probably clash at first.

It's mostly him being upset there's another smart person in the group. He feels challenged, or like he isn't needed.

You notice his dislike of you and confront him.

He gets a little upset, talking about how, "Well, if you're around then I guess they don't need me, right?"

You understand him. Not that you've felt similar, but you feel where he's coming from.

"But, isn't it nice to have someone who will appreciate your ideas?"

"Like hell you do.."

"I do! You're a genius, Donnie. Your inventions are incredible. I promise you don't have to worry about me taking your place."

After you confirm you have no intentions of replacing Donnie, he starts to talk to you more.

Since you've told him how much you enjoy seeing his new intentions, he shows you all his new ideas and concepts. You're usually the first to see a blueprint.

Sometimes you can offer some advice as well.

"Maybe you could cover up that part with a detachable metal rim, to reduce the possibility of damage while still giving room to be fixed if it happens?"

He'll ask to study your ears and hearing compared to other foxes, to turtles, and to humans. Tries to make a high-def microphone with what he gathered from the experiments.

It's up to interpretation if he succeeds ;)

Since you have so many tails, he can make attachments for them.

He will ramble for so long about his ideas, all while you sit and listen with a smile.

I feel like he would stare at your tails all day

And you definitely pick up on it so you come upfront and just ask him

"Do you want to touch them?"

He does.

When you two are alone he will just sit there and brush your tails or run his fingers through them (if you're okay with it).

I think that, much like Leo, you would serve as a level headed/grounding person for him.

He would give you final say before he makes any rash decision.

"Can I fight them?"

Definitely listens. Would not fight if you said no.

Yeah, Donnie said no, too, but Donnie is his brother! He doesn't have to listen to him!

He thinks you're super interesting and wise, and he likes having you around.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #x reader

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roninreverie · 1 year

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Big Mama's Chinese Roots and a Connection to Tang Shen?

First off, to preface... this whole thing started because @caro-rolo figured out that the Mystic Portal Key doohickeys in Rise are actually just some kind of fancy compasses that have North, South, East, and West written in Chinese characters.

Now, the first thought I had to learning this was "Tang Shen" because in the TMNT universe where Japanese influence is pretty heavy, she is notable for having a Chinese name.

She is also the love interest of Hamato Yoshi in many different variations. Though in Rise, that role belongs most notably to Big Mama, with Tang Shen being a blink and you miss it easter-egg credit on the cover of Jistu for Justice:

Mama is also most likely the source of where Splinter got his mystic portal key, and she even has one of her own in her office. Judging by how much control she has over the Hidden City, from the Battle Nexus, to demolition derbies, to train stations, to crime rings, she seems to have a large control over just who all is in her city, and these keys could very well be something she controls directly.

Now, Big Mama has all the set ups for having typical TMNT Japanese roots. Even her home estate seen in "Hidden City Job" has a very Asian look to it inside and out:

Plus, the whole "her being a yokai", makes it easy to assume she is based on some kind of Japanese spider demon like Jorōgumo, Yatsukahagi/Tsuchigumo, or Ōgumo, etc.

But "Yokai" can also be used to describe the Chinese term "yaoguai" which is basically the same definition.

So if Mama were a Chinese spider demon instead, the first one who comes up on a quick Google search is "zhī zhū jīng" or "spider woman". These are 7 spider demon sisters who fight Sun Wukong in Monkey King: Journey to the West.

Here, the spiders changed into seven beautiful young ladies who wanted to eat the flesh of Sun Wukong's master, Tang Seng, which is said to make the consumer immortal and forever young.

"Tang Seng"... "Tang Shen"... sounds pretty similar.

And aren't there also some animation ties from ROTTMNT to Lego Monkey King? Tangent side note, but there's a spider demon queen in that universe too and guess what? SHE'S PURPLE!

And where did Mama and Lou Jistsu first meet? On set of one of his movies "Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn" in 1984. A movie where an actress like Tang Shen could very well have ties to? (We'll come back to this at the end.)

Another chip in the Chinese vs Japanese bucket is Big Mama's Security Team:

At first, I thought their distinct faces represented Blue Japanese Hannya/ Oni masks, but what if they're supposed to be Chinese Nuo masks instead? Not unlike Zuko's Blue Spirit mask in ATLA.

You could also argue these guys are wielding a sort of Qinglong Ji or Fangtian Ji, which are Chinese spear or polearm weapons. (But if anyone knows what those spear thingies are really called, please let me know, it's driving me nuts!)

...

In conclusion, I got sent on a massive rabbit hole because of a fictional compass and regret nothing! 🧭

Now what is Big Mama's connection to Tang Shen? Are they related? (The actress does look a bit purple.) They could be sisters like the 7 sisters of the Monkey King lore. Did Mama seek to get rid of Tang Shen so she could get closer to Lou Jitsu herself? Are they the same person? Is Big Mama based on Japanese or Chinese folklore? Did any of this make any sense at all?

Let me know what you think, and thanks for joining me for another deep dive into another one of my random ROTTMNT theories!

EDIT: (PS- Sorry, if the "read more" messes the order of these up, but the scroll was annoying me in my own tags.) 😅

#rottmnt #rottmnt theory #rottmnt big mama #rottmnt tang shen #lego monkey king and monkey king journey to the west mentions #the friggin compass threw me for a loop man #long post #roninreverie #roninrambles

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acewithapaintbrush · 4 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @captaincravatthecapricious

How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

282,261 (woah...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mostly One Piece, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Encanto, Owl House and some others occasionally

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) - Encanto (

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us - Encanto

A Perfect Storm - One Piece

There were Rats in the Palace - Encanto

To the dark I said pour (and forgot to say when) - Rise of the TMNT

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I appreciate getting comments so so much and I wanna show that by responding

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a hard one cause four come to mind that are super angsty but ultimately I think it is Let the world come at you (Rottmnt). That one's just bleak

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess The devil throws stones at us (One Piece). That one was just a lot of fun and I got lots of comments about how funny the ending is so I'll take my readers word for it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did once but that was mostly funny. A single sentence, something like "This story is horse shit" for the second to last chapter of a 19 chapter fic which was like... Well, you read pretty far for it all to be horse shit, didn't you??

9. Do you write smut?

I haven't yet, but I really want to... 👀

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

I do occasionally and the craziest one is definitely by far my Rottmnt/Ghost Files crossover. Man, that was a real trip but also so much fun. I had a lot of fun writing the Ghoul Boys and their shenanigans!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been asked a few times but no one ever actually did it I think? Or they just never told me about it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I am certainly very open to the idea 👀

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Well ZoLu (One Piece) will probably always be number 1! I just love their dynamic so much, but not just romantic, also platonic. I'm actually much much more interested in platonic relationships! The team as family stuff. The straw hat pirates come to mind. Or the TMNT brothers being the best brothers. Platonic is my one true love!

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a Donatello angst fic that I have been writing on and off for what feels like an eternity. I have written myself into a corner somehow and I really hope I get myself out of that but I doubt I will any time soon...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write emotions and internal stuff a character is going through quite well. I have also been told quite a few times that my characterizations are spot on which is always nice to hear cause that's the most important thing for me

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Ugh don't get me started on fight scenes omg. When a lot of action is going on I have a hard time putting that stuff into words... I'm better at dialogue and feelings and stuff

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Well, if it's done well??? Sure why not. I have been guilty of using some Japanese (One Piece) or Spanish (Encanto) words in my works, never full sentences though

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

First published fic was Stargate Atlantis. First fic written in a notepad for my eyes only? xxxHolic.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

For Encanto obviously A Place for Crows, it's so special to me. For Rise of the TMNT I'd say Casey Jones' Gambit

For One Piece it's probably the latest one Til Salvation Breaks Through. I had a blast writing this one because it challenged me quite a bit and I could let loose a little bit

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Not gonna tag anyone, everyone who wants to take a trip down memory lane, be my guest!

#tag game #encanto #rottmnt #encanto fanfic #one piece #rottmnt fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #my pedro lives au #fanfiction #author things

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melonpalooza · 5 months

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Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

I think it's pretty obvious that it's The Last Ronin becomes a Discord Admin! I was able to meet so many new friends because of it and get involved with a great community!

Ooh! I already answered an ask about the extras for TLRDA but I guess it's time for me to plug fics that aren't related hoohoohuehue

April-centric. Aftermath of turning into a vampire and how her Kraang DNA could have effected it.

Danny Phantom x ROTTMNT crossover. Co-authored with @doctaaaaaaaar It's a fun time, I prommy

3. I have so many favorites why do you make me choose. In no particular order:

Rise of the Parallel comic by @indieyuugure!

Ghost in the Shell multiverse by @amevello-blue!!

And basically any art made by @turrondeluxe!!!

Hope y'all don't mind the tags but I love your work so ;0

#melon speaks

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wraenata · 11 months

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I HAVE A QUESTION

i wasn't sure how to ask without looking like a complete creeper, but something i noticed on ROTTMNT fanwork is all the dni tcest tags (which I understand because that is one of the worst ways to look at the boys). thats p common in any fandom to have one bad trope everyone is against

my q is, does tcest exist???? is the fandom really good at destroying it? i haven't seen a single fan created thing that could have even hinted at it

which is awesome!!

don't get me wrong

i'm just shocked its mentioned SO MUCH and i haven't come across it

TW tcest mention

Sadly yes it is. I actually have the tcest tag filtered, but not all tcesters even tag their shit that way. I scroll the rise tag a lot and have come across untagged tcest :(

Once I saw some really cool art in the rise tag and thought, hmm, I wonder if this artist has more cool art! Clicks on their bio, scrolls, ends up seeing tcest :( It was not tagged tcest it was tagged leotello, so now that is another tag I went and filtered before I blocked them. Some artists will post tcest and non tcest art, but frankly I don't want to support art from a tcester so if I ever reblog something from a tcester let me know so I can delete it.

I did not know that filtered tags showed up when I search the rise tag, but one post showed up the other day. I thought well hey a great opportunity to block said person I guess. It was a whole post about tcest supporters on tumblr ewwwwwww. Well, took that opportunity to go through and block as many of those as I could, there were a lot of reblogs :( Fortunately it looks like most of those blogs put they are tcest supporter blogs in their bios so they are easier to spot if you ever stumble across them in the wild.

But yeah, it exists. If you go on ao3 and search the rise tag, you need to blacklist like every.single.combination. Idk maybe there is a way to save filtered searches but I just keep my one window open all the time on my phone with my 45 million tags blocking out the tcest cause I don't want to see that.

Also, because I have seen some people get confused, on ao3, 'character a/character b' is a romantic pairing, and 'character a & character b' is a platonic relationship.

I'm not one for drama, just a block and move on if I see it. But some people do put tcest dni on their posts too. I know it can be really frustrating and gross if you posted some wholesome hugs or something and some gross person tags it as tcest. Certainly not a good feeling.

Hope that answers your question!

#tw tcest mention #wren askbox

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lactoseintolerentswag · 4 months

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OC lore? 👀

AJSNSUBSJSN I'm assuming this ask is referring to my silly tags here?

Well!! I guess I could be a big boy and talk abt my guys 👉👈. Gonna warn off the bat though they're not rottmnt or tmnt related they're my home brew pals and I'll try to keep it short but.

Hard to when my timeline feels like this

So kudos if any of y'all stick around for the entire post.

World-Building Context:

Urban/modern fantasy genre dipping its toes in eco horror

So basically everyone and everything has this thing called aura (I KNOW BARE WITH ME). It's not visible to the naked eye but everyone's aura is different and specific to them like a fingerprint

When I mean Everything has aura I mean the animals, the plants, the rocks, buildings, etc. The Earth has a whole has its own aura

Spirits are born of Earth's excess aura. Spirits are nebulous empathic entities that communicate through emotion rather than words. They mostly take after animal-adjacent beings (like a giant bird with multiple eyes and a dog's snout) or sometimes mimic objects (like a tea kettle with legs). However, they never appear as human or humanoid

Spirits can bond to places, objects, and people!!! When a spirit bonds with a human it creates a familiar bond

Benefits to the bond: cool sick aura powers for the human that mimicks the ability of the familiar. In turn the familiar gets to feed on the bonded's emotions--lengthening their life span

The later of which is completely harmless to the bondee. A spirit and a person cannot bond unless they have a compatible aura, so to put it in perspective it's like finding someone who has a fingerprint that fills the gaps in your own

Effects of familiar bond: the bondee and familiar will begin to physically change to resemble one another. Not extremely. Someone could grow claws and their familiar's eyes would turn into their color. As stated before you get sick powers, which can be passed down generationally but will get diluted and or evolve into something else

Now spirits used to be widely respected and revered as our equals and sometimes even protectors. It was an honor to have a familiar bond or be passed down a spirit ability from a family member

Things took a turn when a movement that feared spirits as agents of the devil, and claimed people with spirit abilities were corrupted (proven by their changed physical traits), gained momentum in early modern Europe. Many were burned and or executed as witches

This fear permeated throughout the rest of western colonial times and resulted in laws that banned any bonding to spirits. These laws were maintained to present day, accompanied by several scientific discoveries made to deteer spirits (altering a stone's aura to make empathic sound waves unbearable to spirits)

Many present day cities have never even seen a spirit before as they are protected by obelisks made to keep spirits out. There are also many companies who profit off of spirit security through making mass produced charms and the equivalent of spirit bear spray

It's not common to be born with generationally passed spirit abilities but it's also not rare. Think about around the same percent of people born with green eyes are born with spirit abilities

Little Ridge is an old mining turned tourist town founded in the height of the gold rush in the Pacific Northwest in the U.S.

Little Ridge is an epicenter for inexplicable spirit activity. There have been more recorded spirits haunting the forest there than anywhere else. There are also naturally occurring stone obelisks that move on their own

What they're most famous for is the cave mine in which miners kept disappearing and returning with their skin peeled off. So Eventually the mine was closed despite having lucrative minerals. Mind you there is also a spring connected to this abandoned cave mine

In the 1970's New inexplicable happenings kicked off in Little Ridge. A disease was spreading around spirits. Corrupting their form and mind leading them into a state of frenzy. This disease followed similar symptoms to rabies. The infected spirits were labeled as "demons" and were actively sought after to be put down

Doctor Seong-gi Moon, was among the notable animaologists (a scientist who studies spirits) that was reached out to by U.S.'s defense branch to conduct research on the demon phenomenon in Little Ridge. Seong-gi accepted, was even given a grant from his university, and moved his family from South Korea to settle down in Little Ridge

For the first time a fence was constructed to keep spirits out of Little Ridge, and it was deemed safe to resume tourism

This story's present takes place in the years between 1995-2000

Main Cast:

Iris Moon (starts 12 ends 17, she/her): our main character!!! A gangly reckless girl who struggles against authority and has an obsessive fascination with spirits. Has a terrible case of tunnel vision and sticks her nose into other's people's business for the sake of her curiosity. Has a habit of taking care of people while maintaining an emotional distance through being a mouthy pain in the ass. She grew up moving around a lot, state to state, in and out of trailer parks and hotels. She's now living with her uncle in this small town.

Jung-ho (John) Moon (starts 27 ends 31, he/him): Iris's uncle. Taciturn and routine strict like his father (Seong-gi) but gentle like his mother. Despite his overall disdain for people stemming from his awkwardness he's really good with kids. Works as an automobile mechanic and. Other things. Grew up in Little Ridge, many of the town folk know him as John or Johnny. Wears glasses with one black lens. Owns a cat named Sticky with one eye. He is now tasked with raising his niece.

Daniel (Danny) Luna Rivera (starts 14 ends 18, he/him): Danny is in his loud and abrasive angsty teenager phase. A people pleaser at heart and currently victim to his asshole friends, at least they introduced him to alternative style. Starts out as a minor antagonist constantly keeping watch on Iris and his brother, the latter of which he cares about more than he will ever admit. Looks up to Jung-Ho, as that's the only adult who has never let him down. They're also working on a project to restore Danny a cool car. He has metal manipulation abilities and has a lot of piercings he will mold in case of emergency. Redemption arc sibling.

Miguel Luna Rivera (starts as 9 ends as 14, he/him. For now.) Miguel is a goddamn nerd and has a hard time connecting to people and spends a lot of time playing mediator. Has a lot of pent up anger, but is doing amazing in school. Very talented with math and technology (computers specifically) and spends a lot of time at his local radio shack. Looks up to both Jung-Ho and Iris. The later fills a void where the sister he accidentally killed at the age of 3 left. Isn't allowed anywhere without Danny around to babysit, but Iris is a horrible influence and teaches him to sneak. Corruption arc sibling.

It's difficult to explain my last girlie without loosely explaining what I would consider this story's first chapter. So

Chapter One-ish Outline:

> Iris is driven by CPS to go live with her Uncle John who she hasn't seen since she was like 4. She has an arm cast and a crummy attitude

>Jung-ho does his best to give her enough space while also keeping her entertained. Ends up getting a call and having to go to work

>Iris is brought along as Jung-ho fumbles with what to do, she's clearly bored and it's kind of dangerous for her so he gives her his watch telling her what time to come back and some money to go explore historical downtown

>Iris wanders around picking up some vague history here and there in the background. Everyone recognizes her as Johnny's niece. Up at the playground at the fence's edge. Curious she goes to inspect but is interrupted by Danny

>Danny gets into an argument with her about how she's being stupid and how unsafe it is for Her (someone without spirit abilities) to be this close to the fence. Miguel, who was playing. Ends up talking his brother into leaving her alone to go to the nearby convenience store

>Iris disregards what Danny said and cuts the fence with wire cutters since she can't climb with her broken arm. As for why a 12 year old girl has wire cutters? Something she picked up from living with her Mon

>Entertains herself in the woods and has 3 encounters. One where she passes one of the naturally occurring stone obelisks that had an eye carved into it, one where she runs into a spirit that has her standing still in fear. It's almost deer like, but its neck is too long and has too many horns. She leaves an apple from her bag and it leaves her alone. And finally she sees a figure stumbling around

>Upon closer inspection the figure is drenched in blood. All over her blank face and dripping down the only piece of clothing she seems to be wearing, a white gown. No shoes or socks. Iris calls out to see if the girl needs help, but isn't given a response. So, Iris wrangles her own jacket onto her, and wordlessly uses her free hand to guide them out of the woods

>In a nearby diner's bathroom Iris uses paper towels to the best of her abilities to clean this girl's face off. She lets her keep the jacket to cover up the mess on her front. The girl had no wounds of her own

>Iris orders them burgers at the diner and they sit at a booth to talk. Well Iris talks and the girl blankly stares at her. She only responds after Iris belatedly introduces herself, first and last name. The girl waits to eat until after taking her burger apart piece by piece to examine each ingredient, and shortly and quietly responds to Some of Iris's questions

>No she wasn't lost, no she wasn't in danger, and her name is Lucie which is scrawled in poor and shakey handwriting on Iris's cast after prompting

>Of Course with a broken fence predictably a demon is going to come through. One that is vaguely giant wolf shaped with no eyes and bleeding an impossible amount (it's more of a representation of blood as spirits nor demons have bodily fluids)

>It causes chaos and Danny jumps in to defend people, but really all he's doing is cornering a dangerous and hurt animalistic being, while Miguel runs off to go get Jung-ho. Iris steps in naively to keep him from killing it, snapping at him to take a look and see that it's badly wounded and probably scared

>Before it can snap its jaws at them both Lucie interferes by putting her hands on either side of its neck. For a moment everyone is stock still. And then the blood stops draining out of the demon, it starts to shrink, and reforms back into it's original state resembling a jackelope. The spirit runs off back into the woods in a spooked frenzy leaving everyone baffled. The only way to cure a demon is to shoot it dead.

>It's time for Jung-Ho and the police to enter the scene as he furiously and worriedly makes sure everyone is okay. Under his attention Iris missed the moment where Lucie slunk off. Taking her jacket along with her.

>Much later in the evening, back at Uncle John's house, Iris will be unpacking her things in her new room. Jung-ho quickly runs up the stairs to scold her some more as he and the search team found her jacket folded over the fence that had been cut open. Although Iris is a little distracted by the forget-me-nots stashed into the jacket's pockets to listen. And of course she's grounded

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SO THERE!!!! This is a very tiny glimpse into my bbgirl wip project that has ruled my life since I was 12. It would be cool to post art of my dudes here when I get the courage. Also. Again. Kudos to everyone who made it here to the end of my rambling :>

#little ridge #new tag alert!!!@#original characters #critter writing #critter talks #asks #if anyone has more questions abt these fellas feel free to ask I don't mind I'm just very awkward and shy #but oh man it was rlly nice to have an excuse to ramble here AJANSJSNSNS #long post #tw body horror #just in case??

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sleepis4theweak · 7 months

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Hiya! I’m kind of a small creator on here and trying to get my rottmnt fic an audience but no matter what I do as promo material (art, skits, rambles) nothing ever works to get more than like 2 notes max. I’m confident in my story’s quality so I’m fairly sure that’s not the issue. I was wondering if you have any advice or anything like that? Your stuff is lovely and get a lot of community engagement so I’m curious if there was anything you actively did that helped you grow! I hope this doesn’t come off as rude or desperate, I just wanted to know if I was missing something since I’m pretty new to Tumblr. Enjoy your day ^^

Don't worry! You don't come off as rude or desperate at all!! <3

But tbh... you are asking the wrong person here...

I'm going into marketing, and I spent a full school year in high school doing an independent study on social media algorithms. So I know a LOT about how to grow social media followings- specifically instagram accounts.

But I never actually studied tumblr. I used to use instagram as a platform, but knowing how the algorithm worked was too stressful for me... I'd post stuff and be like "the algorithm won't like this because blah blah blah." Eventually I was drawing for the algorithm and not for me, and so I quit because it just wasn't fun anymore...

Which is why I have very specifically not studied Tumblr's algorithm, because I don't want it to turn into the same situation as with instagram. So I don't know a ton about how to grow a following... and also I've only been on tumblr for 5 months...

THAT BEING SAID: I can walk you through my tumblr and how it's grown!

My very first post was of a meme redraw with the 2012 turtles. I think it got around 1,600 likes?

I posted a couple more things, with varying amounts of likes and such. My first comic (which I never actually completed past the first part) got a total of 7 likes within the first months of posting it. Only when I got more followers did the like amount change.

When I posted my first chapter of the Flashbacks AU, I had 33 or so followers. I think I got to like... 300 followers from that first chapter alone. From there it was just... a steady growth of followers I guess. And with followers comes more reblogs, and with more reblogs comes more followers.

I have around 1,600 followers now. Not everyone is gonna like my posts, I think I get around 20 for responded asks and 100-300 for random pieces of art. Comics get closers to 600 or so. It depends on the content.

I think there are a couple of universal things that help grow an account:

1- Making sure your content is reaching the right people. Put the right tags in. Go crazy with them in fact. If I'm posting a piece with Rise Mikey in it, Im gonna tag: Mikey, Mikey tmnt, Mikey 2018, ROTTMNT, Rise Mikey, etc etc. On instagram they are currently trying to get people to limit their use of tags, but I don't think the same thing applies here. Even tho tags don't help as much here, they are still a good tool!

2- Consistency. Idk how it works on this platform, but consistency is generally a good thing! With instagram theres an actual method to it (1 post a day= good, but the more posts you do a day the less people it shows it to), it might be worth it to look up if tumblr has something similar.

3- Have fun with it! I know this is kinda lame to say... but don't change your content for views. Just... do what you like and eventually your target audience will find you :)

4- Engage with what audience you do have! It's fun to bond with people online, and it helps that "community engagement" piece you talked about!

5-... stalk people hehe. (By which I mean: Look at what other artists post! What tags do they use, do they reblog their own posts a lot, etc etc. Also look at artists with similar followings to your own. For example, studying Cass might not be very helpful, because Cass has a large amount of followers and I'm convinced they could post a picture of a blank canvas and still get 1,000 likes hehe... BUT- I mean you could scroll down to Cass' (or other artist's) first posts and see what they were doing then! Just... observe others I suppose!)

Id love to tell you likes don’t matter, that what matters is having fun and loving what you are drawing. But also I do know how it feels to post something you are really proud of and then have no one like it- it sucks.

But just keep on going :) You'll find your people eventually I'm sure.

OH ALSO: IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANY TIPS FEEL FREE TO REBLOG AND ADD STUFF IN!!! <3

#cass is very cool...#ANYWHO- I hope that helped? Feel free to ask any follow up questions... I'm not sure how helpful I was :/#<3 <3 <3 #Good ask!!!#I think I'm a bit of an unusual case tho? Maybe???#Idk a lot about tumblr...#GOOD LUCK THO!!! IM WISHING U ALL THE BEST!!! <3 #HAVE FUN WITH UR ART!!! AND YOUR COMICS!#social media can be frustrating... but it can also be fun! Try to find a way to make it fun for you :) However that works best for you <3 #and if the thing that would make it fun is getting a lot of likes... then I hope this helps :)#answered asks #AH OKAY IM DONE BYE <3 #oh last point you can also use other apps as traction apps.#i can explain that if you are interested in doing that...

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Rottmnt Cassandra Writing Ref

So this is basically just a compendium of all of Cass's lines slapped into one place for me and @owlfacenightkit to use for reference cuz she's hard af to write lol

Quotes under the cut:

Hot Soup: The Game

Lieutenant: You have shown great skill as a new recruit of the Foot Clan. Your final test is a mission you must complete entirely on your own.

Cassandra: Excellent. What enemy of our clan am I to CRUSH BETWEEN MY FISTS?

Brute: No crushing. You are here to retrieve a mysterious artifact that was said to be in the possession of action film star Lou Jitsu.

Lieutenant: He was the best!

Brute: Oh yeah! Jitsu For Justice, that’s my favorite. It’s the movie that got me interested in crime.

Lieutenant: Ooh and Punch Chowder, he defeats an entire organized crime mob using clam shells as his only weapons.

Both: Hop soup!

Cassandra: Hai, Senseis. I will study these important motion pictures.

Brute: Anyhoo, you are to enter the auction house and retrieve any Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Cassandra: I will tear this place asunder until I find every Lou Jitsu item within its walls!

Lieutenant: Okay okay okay. Love the intensity, but let’s just go stealth. No muss, no fuss.

Cassandra: Foot CLAN!

Lieutenant: Somebody had her coffee.

…

Cassandra: Who are you? What are you doing here?

Mikey: I’m a customer, here to pick up my Lou Jitsu video game.

Cassandra: Lou... Jitsu?

Mikey: Are you narrowing your eyes because you like Lou Jitsu?

Cassandra: LOU JITSUU...! Yes Punch Chowder is my favorite motion picture film movie.

Mikey: Okay. Well then... What the?

Cassandra: I shall return. Stay here and do nothing.

Lieutenant: Recruit, what’s wrong?

Cassandra: There’s someone here. A talking turtle. And he is asking about Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Lieutenant: Those turtles again? They must be after the artifact, too.

Brute: Oh yeah, you’re gonna need help. We’ll be right over-

Lieutenant: No. You know the rules. To pass, she must complete her mission by herself.

Cassandra: Senseis, permission to vanquish his soul to the depths of oblivion?

Brute: Yeah sure.

…

Mikey: Hey, what’s the big idea?

Cassandra: An enemy of the Foot must perish. You will not claim the artifact!

Mikey: But I have a receipt! Is this how you normally treat customers? Ow! Cause if it is I’d like to speak to your supervisor! I’m not paying for that! Hey, it’s my game. You’re getting that soup, Lou baby. Solo mission complete.

Cassandra: Lou Jitsu. The artifact... GIVE IT TO ME!

Mikey: I said I own it fair and square.

…

Mikey: Yes Raph, I’m fine. I got everything under control!

Cassandra: I have the artifact! And you won't leave until I smash your shell into powder!

…

Cassandra: You can't hit me!

…

Cassandra: Knife throw!

…

Brute: Hello you. How’s everything going?

Cassandra: It’s under control. I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE! You’re finished, turtle scum!

…

Cassandra: Ha! Solo mission complete.

Brute: We’re here to rescue you.

Cassandra: NO! I had it in my hands. I was literally ready to leave. What part of "by myself" don’t you understand?

…

Lieutenant: Wait a minute? That is not the artifact we seek.

Cassandra: It’s the only Lou Jitsu thing here.

Lieutenant: Well then your mission is a bust... on a technicality of course. But don’t be discouraged. The road to success is paved with miles of failure.

Cassandra: I shall prove I am worthy next time!

Operation: Normal

April: Again? Come on, Leo. Ruining my normal day and laser tag? Laser tag is sacred.

Cassandra: Beyond sacred. How could you?

...

[Brute lands on top of Cassandra]

Cassandra: I shall require medical attention...

...

Brute: The dark armor is almost complete.

Cassandra: We are one step closer to its dark power. SO DARK! So powerful...

Sparring Partner

Cassandra: A pressing development sensei!

Lieutenant: Let me guess. You want to smash and/or demolish something?

Cassandra: No! I mean okay if you insist! I have spotted one of our origami soldiers loose in the city.

Lieutenant: What was he doing out there alone?

Cassandra: Attacking! May I join him in wiping out peasants one speck at a time?

…

Cassandra: Don't make us pulverize your guts into gut bits. Give us back our origami man!

Raph: Of course he was yours, but now he seems more like a free agent, so you can just go home. Thanks though!

Cassandra: We will do nothing of the sort, you are so not reading our tone.

…

Raph: He's my new best friend, and if anyone wants to take away my buddy, they gotta come through me.

Cassandra: Touching! And in case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm!

Lieutenant: We could never let you keep him! Shred him, recruit!

Cassandra: My extreme pleasure.

How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will

Draxum: Pure insanity.

Cassandra: Yes. I can’t believe they promoted Jocelyn over me. I know her parents are big donors, but come on!

…

Draxum: What is this place? Are we here to reign waste to these pathetic humans?

Cassandra: No. We’re here to get coffee for the entire Foot Clan. And a vegan coconut scone for the boss.

Draxum: Draxum is no errand boy.

Cassandra: To become a full member of the foot, one must show commitment, and patience. I have been training since I was seven!

Draxum: Madness! Baron Draxum takes what he needs now!

Cassandra: I have been doing this all wrong.

Draxum: Indeed. Waiting is for fools.

…

Brute: We’re putting you on Strike Squad Special Force Delta.

Cassandra: I was born for Strike Squad Special Force Delta. I shall CLEAVE OUR FOES IN TWAIN!

Lieutenant: Okay okay, love the enthusiasm, but actually your assignment is....

[scene wipe]

Cassandra: Lookout support duty. We’re the lookouts for the lookouts?

Draxum: This is beneath us both.

Cassandra: You know, I was accepted to every clan I applied to.

Draxum: With my powers, I could be in charge of this clan. Surely there must be some way to take control from them.

Cassandra: Hah, unlikely. According to our laws, one can only take control of the Foot Clan by succeeding where the leaders have failed. And my senseis do not fail.

Draxum: We shall see.

…

Draxum: What’s going on there?

Cassandra: Hai. I will alert the lookouts. CAW! CAW!

Draxum: Stop that! If we want to improve our ranks, we must handle this ourselves.

The turtles: Smell it smell it smell it!

Draxum: What are they doing?

Cassandra: No doubt a cunning plan to disrupt our mission to get the dark armor?

…

Cassandra: This must be a trap. But if there’s one thing I learned from you, it’s that we get nothing from waiting! FOOT CLAN! Vermin, prepare to taste my wrath.

Cassandra: [coughs] This… was… a... trap...

Leo: No. That was all you.

Mikey: Wow. She went all in on the stink. Nice work, frenemy.

Cassandra: YAAHH!!

…

Lieutenant: Get them!

Cassandra: I will grind you into fertilizer!

Harold: The corpse flower! Protect the begonias. I’ll go save Jewel! This is what you've been training for, Harold.

Cassandra: You will never stop us from collecting the dark armor!

…

Draxum: Would you like to do the honors?

Cassandra: Kali Ma!

...

Lieutenant: So, Draxum! We have some good news about your future in this organization.

Brute: Oh yeah. Really good news.

Draxum: Silence.

Cassandra: Assistant? But I thought we were partners.

Insane in the Mama Train

Cassandra: Hey! You’re holding up the line!

April: Oh, okay!

[April catches up with the Foot and onto the train.]

Cassandra: I swear the greatest threat to this ancient mystic clan is line inefficiency. Now move... PLEASE?!

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Cassandra: I’m going to enjoy breaking every single bone- Is there something different about you guys?

Lieutenant: Yeah. They’re even lamer than before.

Cassandra: The sickest of burns!

Lieutenant: Whatever happened to hero-villain banter?

…

Cassandra: Hey! You guys are gonna pay for this!

...

Cassandra: [fends off an attack] Not me, you idiot!

...

Cassandra: [playfully intercepts Raph and giggles] Nuh uh...

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Lieutenant: Uh oh.

Cassandra: Where is everybody?!

Many Unhappy Returns

Cassandra: [appears out of a portal] Senseis! My fury is unbridled and ready for-

Cassandra: [gasps] You resurrected the Shredder without me?!

Always Be Brownies

Julia: Boss, I know sales are down. But you got to believe me. It’s not my fault. There’s this new super cool hairy teen in skinny jeans slinging cookies like rocks.

Cassandra: Cookies?! The peasants of desserts are beating my brownies?! THIS WILL NOT STAND!

Julia: Excellent. I shall crush our chocolate chip enemies between my fists.

Cassandra: No! Bring them to me. These fashion-forward punks are either going to work for me or they’ll NEVER GO TO WORK AT ALL!

…

Cassandra: Do not lie to me, Lou Jitsu! I know you’re here to stop my world takeover!

Splinter: World takeover?

Cassandra: YES!

Splinter: As grandma CJ?

Cassandra: Brownies are the key. You sell enough you, get to meet everyone. Fortune 500 CEO's, mayors, world leaders. Once everyone knows our brand, we’ll be able to get into any office in the world. Even the oval one.

Splinter: Sounds complicated. How long is this going to take?

Cassandra: Based on my projections and facing inflation and natural disasters of the cocoa region, it should only take… ten years?!

[She begins to cry]

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] You know, those foot clan guys, they never really treated me right, but we were doing cool stuff. You know, like trying to raise the Shredder. You do that, and you're top dog. The world is your oyster to crush. Now I’m looking at brownie projections and watching the next ten years just bake by. I’m a failure.

Splinter: Just because you failed doesn’t mean you’re a failure. You’re focusing only on the negative, not the positive.

Cassandra: What do you mean?

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] Thank you so much. You’re such a great listener.

Splinter: I feel like I did most of the talking.

Cassandra: I feel like things are gonna be different now on. From this day forward...

Splinter: You’re going to start being a good person...?

Cassandra: ...nobody will stand in my way to world domination!

Splinter: Wrong lesson! Wrong lesson!

...

Cassandra: You’ve taken out my entire Brownie clan. Impressive.

April: Let him go.

Cassandra: Make me.

Splinter: Everyone calm down. I’m sure we can all find a way to get along.

Cassandra: Enough! Talk's cheap.

April: I couldn't agree more.

Splinter: See how much you have in common?

April and Cassandra: No, we don't. She's my enemy!

Splinter: Need I say more?

April: Give me back my money and the rat.

Cassandra: How about I let him go but I keep the money.

…

Lou Jitsu: There is no one path to success, other than the one you make. If a popular punch isn’t working, approach your problem with a flaming gorilla armbar!

Cassandra: Yes! Teach me how to armbar my way to world domination!

Battle Nexus: New York

Splinter: I don't know. Todd's lemonade especially tastes pretty real to me.

Cassandra: And magical as promised.

…

April: My friends!

Splinter: My sons!

Todd: My BFFS!

Cassandra: My enemies!

Draxum: Told ya.

…

Cassandra: Leap of faith! [jumps and falls off the boat]

Draxum: Oh look, a ladder.

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Big Mama: I don't think so!

Cassandra: Intercepting!

…

Cassandra: Master?

Big Mama: Ignore the turtles. Follow the warrior alchemist!

Cassandra: So that's how…

Draxum: No!

…

Cassandra: There is no Shadow Fiend… only…

Raph: What? Uh oh.

[Shadow Fiend's cloak is torn off to reveal Shredder.]

Cassandra: The Shredder!!

Cassandra: Master Shredder, destroy your enemies.

…

Cassandra: The turtles are of no concern to us, but you enslaved my master. Now you will lose everything! I'd run if I were you.

[The Nexus Hotel explodes as Cassandra flies off with the Shredder.]

Cassandra: FOOT CLAN!

E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Cassandra: Master Shredder. You have returned to us after 500 years. The Foot Clan can finally fulfill our mission and do your dark bidding.

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Cassandra: [angrily snatches the apple slices from Brute's hand] How dare you?! The Shredder is our master.

Cassandra: [furiously shoves the slices in her mouth] You will respect his DARKNESS!!

…

Cassandra: Enough!

Cassandra: I found Shredder, I will decide our next move. And I say we remove this collar and bring him back to his full Shredder-ness!

…

Cassandra: Stupid mystic collar! Oof!

[Cassandra falls over right off the Shredder. Brute and Lieutenant eat ice cream.]

Lieutenant: Still want to be in charge?

Cassandra: Zero regrets!

Shreddy or Not

Foot Lieutenant: So it's just kind of the three of us at the moment.

Cassandra: But we have the will of thousands!

Cassandra: [enthusiastically hugs Shredder] Tell us your bidding.

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Splinter: I can't believe you're back with these Foot clowns! You could be so much more than that!

Cassandra: I am loyal to the Foot and Master Shredder. FOOT CLAN!

Rise

Cassandra: [trying to get Brute and Lieutenant out of the rubble] Master Shredder, our comrades are injured.

Shredder: Forget them, you are my new general now. Come.

…

Splinter: Having doubts, young one?

Cassandra: I am having zero doubts. I am a general now. It's everything I have ever wanted and it's... perfect.

…

Shredder: You dare defy me, general?

Cassandra: The name's Cassandra. Cassandra Jones!

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Splinter: My family. Thank you, Cassandra.

Cassandra: My friends call me Casey.

Some notes:

This girl is a freaking badass

I wish we'd gotten a canon age for her

I digress

Uses very formal language (i.e. very rarely uses contractions in speech, etc)

Used "shall" six times throughout the series

Extremely enthusiastic statements. Caps and italics definitely called for when writing her

Uses mostly short, choppy sentences. When writing, must refrain from flowy, long-winded dialogue, sweeping declarations, etc.

I feel like, when written out, the bulk of her normal speech (i.e. that's NOT shouted exclamations) is kinda less extreme than you'd expect it to be. Aside from being pretty formal most of the time, it's just. Pretty normal speech.

And that's it! If you're NOT Owl and you're somehow still reading this, thanks! Hope this helps! And if I've made any errors or omissions, let me know!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #casey jones #rise casey jones #cassandra jones #rise cassandra

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