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catcake24 · 1 year

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I want to write a oneshot where 2012!Casey and Rise!Cassandra are twins

I’m not sure which continuity would be better tho - Cass in the 2012!Foot clan or Casey being a vigilante in Rise!New York?

……or maybe I can do both-

#tmnt #tmnt/Rottmnt crossover #Rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #Casey Jones #Cassandra Jones #Rottmnt fanfic ideas #maybe I should just write two one shots?#no one probably cares lol #my stuff #just yelling into the void

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sleepwalkersqueen · 6 months

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When you visit an writer's profile on Ao3 who hasn't been active since 2019.

It's such a weird experience.

I wonder how she is doing. Is she still bunkering down after a hard day to read fanfictions? If not, what is she doing instead? Does she have a good life? Is she an adult now?

I hope she has a good life out there. I hope she is still writing and reading, even if it's not on a place I can reach anymore.

I wonder if my profile will be the same one day.

I hope not

#personal #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #bnha #mha #rottmnt #rise tmnt #jujutsu kaisen #the idea that #all the fandoms I'm in will outlast my interrest in them

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gyancastle · 5 months

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Antihero Raphael

fanfic idea (or comic, maybe)

After the events of the film, Raphael goes through a phase of "I couldn't protect my family before, I have to be able to do it now," and ends up going down a dark path.

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Después de los sucesos de la película, Rafael pasa por una etapa de "no pude proteger a mi familia antes, tengo que poder hacerlo ahora", y termina yendo por un camino oscuro.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato raphael #rottmnt raph #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanart #fanfic idea #tmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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s0fti3w1tch · 1 year

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This is a ref for Leo I have for an upcoming fanfic, but this is probably generally how I'll draw post-movie ROTTMNT Leo half the time now.

Also Leo uses a cane because I use a cane because of injuries sustained— not too severe, but mobility aid is needed to make things easier after that

He still has his other blades, but this is to showcase the more headcanonny art. And yeah, on the combat cane, the height adjustments are replaced with buttons to (1) active the shocky-shocky! and (2) detach the top. I'll probably update it bc I think Donnie would go ham on upgrading it for Leo.

And out-of-context spoiler for the fic:

#buwan's art #my art #about rottmnt fanfic and headcanons #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo headcanons #unpause rise of the tmnt #I was looking up ideas for the combat cane #and I ended up kinda yearning for a weaponized mobility aid #bc like #holy shit that'd be cool #but also like #I know I wouldn't trust myself with it bc I have the fight-or-flight reflexes of a Peacock #miyamoto usagi I guess?#it's an AU ver. like— he's a descendent like Yuichi #because I like Usagi Yojimbo and 2003 TMNT #so I must #it's simply how it is #also Leo can stand and run in short bursts without the cane- but it's harder without it (same w/ me)

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bluephoenixprincess · 1 year

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Ya know another fanfic idea that would probably be really funny and petty to Write?

A 12/Rise crossover where instead of being thinly vieled gushing about how "OP" the Rise Turtles are with their Ninpo, its the Rise Turtles being completely unable to keep up with the 2012 Turtles superior Stealth Skills.

Like the Rise boys keep trying to draw the 2012 fam into a straitforward fight and the 2012 fam just keep ignoring them and disappearing on them cause theyre focused on their mission, have encountered dimension counterparts before and therefore arent curious, and do not have time to babysit these rowdy younger versions of themselves.

And the Rise boys are out of their depth cause their used to Direct confrontation and Enemies who are more spontaneous jerks than careful planners.

They can barely even get a good look at their counterparts. It might even take them awhile to realize the 2012 boys are them from another dimension and not just random turtle yokai making trouble.

And knowing the rise boys, when they do catch up its in a way that makes the 2012 boys pissed at them cause they interupt a crucial part of the mission.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #crossover #fanfic idea #fanfic pet peeves #im a petty bitch today #talent vs training #rottmnt #stop nerfing other tmnt versions to make rise look cooler challenge

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sweeneydino · 1 year

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Bro why my brain gotta make ideas 24/7. Damn adhd wtf man.

Another au thing suggestion, idea, idk feel free to get inspired, but it's a crossover of tmnt 2012 and rottmnt.

I just- I can't get it out of my mind. Like what if Mud Dogs Dastardly Danny randomly found some turtle baby in, idk, an alley and adopted a reincarnated 2012 Donnie, basically becoming his mafia dad.

Like bro just pulls out a gun on people who threaten his turtle baby because they confuse Donnie for the other turtles or just cause he's in the mob...

And he steals stuff to support his scientific endeavors...

Then maybe throw in some friend drama where Don meets rottmnt Donnie and they become friends but Danny is kind of peeved about getting tricked by Raph still...

Or Don feeling uncomfortable because of his dad's mob stuff...

Maybe some resurfaced memories of his past life...

Maybe his brothers are also there but he never knows...

Just. I need it. I might make it. I will not stop anyone from making instead. I must be fueled.

Gib me Father!Dastardly Danny of Reincarnated!Donatello 2012.

Pls, I'm just gonna start randomly making doodles of this aren't I 💀 dammit

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i-like-cats-and-stars49 · 8 months

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Shellshocked crack idea that hit me like a train:

Look, Miles and Mikey had a fricking weird week, ok?

It all started when Mikey wanted to show Miles around the Hidden City, like two totally-not-in-love friends and they got their stuff stolen by pirates.

Obviously, they had to break into the pirate ship and get their stuff back, all alone, obviously!

It's not their fault that they fell through a random portal into a remote, almost unreachable, backwater part of the Hidden during the fight!

So now, they have to please the local duchess there, so he can grant them access to the only way out of this backwater town.

So, what kind of genius scheme does Miles come up with?

Miles: We could marry each other and invite the duchess to the wedding. She really seems to like weddings a lot.

Mikey: That is a great idea, let's do it!

Miles: wait really

Mikey: Don't get cold feet now!

So, they organise a fake wedding. Mikey has a blast organising everything and screaming at incompetent helpers. Miles is regretting his life choices. Fake-marrying his crush, please help him.

The wedding is absolutly beautiful (Mikey's wedding dress is gorgeous and Miles just looks so dapper in a suit, the old ladies love them) and the duchess is swayed to pay the freshly wed couple's honeymoon.

So, after around ten days after disapearing off the earth's surface, Mikey and Miles reappear, freshly wed.

The Hamato family is so disappointed to not have been invited to the fake wedding and also shovel talk poor Miles before he can go home.

It's truly a testament to Miles' overthinking how he didn't notice how much Mikey actually liked him.

A week later, Mikey kisses him as a greeting and Miles is confused.

Miles: Wait why are you kissing me?

Mikey: I thought we were together now?

Miles: I was not informed about this.

Mikey: We're literally married, Miles.

Miles: I thought that all was just part of the ruse for the duchess.

Mikey: I literally confessed my love to you!

Miles: I didn't think you were serious!

Mikey: How

Miles: I dunno!

Mikey: You still wanna be boyfriends?

Miles: I mean, yeah?

Mikey: Great, we're boyfriends now for real!

Miles *blushing heavily* : Holy crap, yes we are.

#shellshocked #tmnt #rottmnt #shellslinger #across the spiderverse #mikey×miles #miles morales #Spiderverse #into the spiderverse #fanfic ideas #rottmnt crossover

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tmnt-fun · 2 months

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The Ghost King Won't Leave!

Donnie makes a portal and it opens up to the ghost world. He wants to explore it, but then Danny comes out and he’s >:( what the heck man? Close this! And Donnie says no, cause he wants to explore.

Danny now is ‘haunting’ him.

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #rise donnie #Fanfic #Fanfic idea #DP #Danny Phantom #danny phantom crossover #danny fenton #Ghost King Danny #DP X Rise Prompt #Anyone can use this if they wanna #but I'd love a tag!

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phoebepheebsphibs · 3 months

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Screaming internally because I have so many AUs I wanna turn into fics/comics

If you were wondering what I'm referring to...

AND THIS IS JUST ROTTMNT STUFF I AM MULTI FANDOM

I WROTE AT LEAST THREE SEASONS WORTH OF PLOTS FOR WOY FICS AND I'M STILL WORKING ON A GRAVITY FALLS AU FIC

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tangledinink · 9 months

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At long last! A new chapter... Of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? Chapter 22 is here. The Hamato Family focuses on re-adjusting to everyday life until suddenly they're not. Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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“Donniiiieee!” Leo whined loudly, “Tell your drone to quit ignoring me! I never get any footage out of these things!”

“Skill issue,” Donnie remarked, and Leo gave an affronted gasp.

“What!?”

“Yeah!” Mikey chirped, an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face as he joined them; hopping from his skateboard when he reached the top of the half-pipe, grabbing it in his arms and making a smooth transition to solid ground. Donnie’s drone, buzzing softly overhead, followed after him. It was filming all of them, but it did, admittedly, spend a great deal of time trailing Mikey like an excited puppy. “If you want drone time, then you should do more cool stuff. Like me,” he teased.

“I do plenty of cool stuff, thank you!” Leo huffed.

“Where?” Donnie questioned, and April snorted softly.

She had missed this.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m the best skateboarder, cuh-learly,” Mikey declared happily, all but peacocking, plopping down next to his siblings where they were currently all perched atop of the half-pipe platform, taking a break and lounging in the sun like seals on a ocean rock.

Or maybe like turtles on a log?...

Raph hummed in response, wordlessly rolling over so that he could flop on top of his baby brother, effectively pinning Mikey to the ground. Mikey squealed, shrieking in protest, even though laughter colored his voice.

“Raph! You are crushing me! Get off!”

“Gotta eliminate the competition,” Raph replied calmly, grinning as he settled down on top of him. April snickered, leaning forward to rest her chin atop her knees.

“Guess that’s the danger of being the best,” she teased.

“Oh, how the mighty fall,” Donnie said, grinning widely. The drone happily recorded.

“I will bite you!” Mikey threatened.

“No you won’t,” Raph said. “‘Cause if you do, I’ll stop getting stuff off the top shelves for you.”

Mikey gasped loudly in offense. “I am still growing!!!”

“Better hurry up,” Donnie said.

“Ex-squeeze me!? You’re five-three!”

“And yet, I am still taller than you…”

The weather was finally starting to get nice out, April observed, and the skatepark that she and the boys frequented was filled with people taking advantage. The steady orchestra of wheels on pavement and excited shouts in the background provided a comforting soundtrack, playing nicely with the birdsong and the sounds of the city that filtered in from around them. Now that it was getting warmer again, the entire city seemed to be waking up. All of New York was flooded with joggers, with dogs on leashes going on walks, with cyclists and parents with strollers and even just people walking around and enjoying the nice weather. April swore it was like animals waking up after hibernation; poking their heads from their burrows at long last. People sat on milk crates on street corners and talked and laughed with one another, trading cigarettes and stories alike, and all the balconies and stoops in her neighborhood were suddenly occupied now that the temperatures were rising. Leaves were beginning to grow on the trees again, and this was something April had always loved, getting excited to see them each and every year. But they had never made her smile so much as they did this time around. Mikey had taken the time to inform her about eight times now that it was the exact same hue as her life color, and now every time she looked at them, she couldn’t help but grin.

Raph eventually let Mikey loose with enough complaining, and the five lingered for a bit longer up top, readjusting knee pads and rollerskate straps or guzzling water, filling the space with idle chatter as they did so, until Leo got to his feet, stretching his arms up above his head.

“You guys wanna do another run?”

“Nah,” April sighed. “You guys go. I gotta get heading to work soon.”

“Booooo,” Mikey complained. “No working. Quit your job! Rollerskate for money!” April scoffed.

“Right, well, if you find someplace that accepts drone footage of rollerskating as currency, you let me know!”

“The new job good?” Donnie questioned, raising a brow, and April nodded.

“Yeah! It’s pretty cool. I mean, my bosses are sort of weird, but in a chill way,” she hummed. “I mean, it’s retail, but the pay is pretty good, so I like it alright.”

Leo sighed dramatically. “Wow. I can’t believe you love money more than you love us,”

“You just say that ‘cause you’ve never had a job,” Raph scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“What about you?” April asked, glancing over at Raphael. “Going back to work soon?”

Raph’s face absolutely lit up at the question, grinning big and giving a determined nod. “Yep! Next class is tomorrow!” He reported proudly. “Can’t leave my kids hangin’ for too long.”

“I’ll bet you any amount of money that that Penelope kid will yell at you for being gone for so long,” April said with a grin, and Raph laughed.

“Yeah. Probably.”

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“Okay, deep breath in.”

Mikey agreeably inhaled, allowing oxygen to sweep inside of his lungs, feeling his chest swell up to accommodate the load.

“... And deep breath out.”

And he exhaled, slowly blowing all of the air back out, feeling his own breath tickle the edge of his lips as he went.

“... Dad?”

“Yes, my son?”

“Meditation is… really… boring.”

His dad laughed out loud, cracking open his eyes to glance over at his youngest son. “I cannot even disagree with you, Orange. I used to hate it when I was younger,” he confessed. “There were always just so many other things I’d rather be doing!”

“I don’t like it!” Mikey whined, flopping over onto his back, letting all his limbs splay out. “I thought it’d be like yoga! I like yoga! But you just sit in this one! Where’s the fun in that!?”

“I know, I know,” their dad hummed, waving a hand. “But it is an excellent tool for control and focus. And you are the one who asked me to teach you in the first place!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d be so lameeeeee,” Mikey whined, rolling over onto his side with a pout.

“Suck it up,” Dad hummed in reply, leaning over to nudge his shoulder slightly. “Come on, up. Five more minutes and we’ll be done.”

“Five minutes!?” Mikey wailed. “That’s so long!”

“It’s not that long,” his dad assured. “You will be fine. And this is the best method I know to keep your ninpo in check, Michelangelo. If you want to control your mystic powers, you’re going to have to focus and control your thoughts and emotions first.”

Mikey wrinkled his nose a bit, slowly sitting up and pursing his lips to form a pout.

That had never been a strength of his.

“Mikey.”

The sharpness of his teacher’s voice shocked Mikey back into reality, his head bobbing in surprise as he turned to glance over at her, leaning over his desk. When had she gotten here…?

“Have you finished your work yet?”

“Uhmmmm…” Mikey paused for a moment, glancing down at the math problems on his desk, clutching at his pencil a bit nervously. She had said to do the first two pages, and he had been going to, honestly! And he had done a few, but then the next one he didn’t know how to do on his own--

“Then why are you drawing?” She pressed, narrowing her eyes, and Mikey shrank a bit, his hands instinctively and self-consciously moving to cover up the little doodles that had begun to take over the margins and free space of the paper. All the little lightning bolts and shooting stars and cartoon unicorns and superheroes that he had been so happy about just a few minutes ago suddenly made his blood feel like ice.

“I dunno how to do these ones…” He defended weakly, his stomach flip-flopping as his eyes darted downwards, his fingers wiggling anxiously.

“We’ve talked about this, Michelangelo. If you need help, then you need to raise your hand and ask me to help you, not doodle,” she chided, her tone insistent, matter-of-fact. Mikey wanted to tell her that she had already been working with one of his classmates when he realized he needed help, and that he had intended to wait for her to be done so he could ask her about the math problems without interrupting, cause he knew she didn’t like it when he interrupted, but then he had gotten bored waiting and started drawing instead, and then he had forgot…

But somehow he didn’t think it would help.

He shrank under her eyes, his lower lip wobbling.

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice very small, and she sighed with such an air of absolute exasperation that it sent hot, salty tears spilling unbidden over his lower lashes. He didn’t mean to! He was trying so hard not to cry, but she just…! It had just been an accident, but she just seemed so disappointed with him! She seemed so angry!

And now he was crying in class and he could feel his classmates looking at him out of the corners of their eyes. His face burned bright as he scrunched himself up into a teeny little ball, his chin tucked down to his chest to hide.

His teacher stood up straight again, and it felt suddenly like she was looming over him. “When you’re finished crying, call me over and I’ll help you with your work,” she told him, and Mikey shivered from the coldness of it. He had never been so ashamed to cry before. “And if I see any more drawings, I’m throwing them in the trash. Do you understand me?”

Mikey had hiccuped, just a tiny bit, without meaning to, and nodded.

His throat felt all achy and swollen up as he laid his head down in his arms, blinking past tears and sniffling softly, trying desperately to push everything back down and dismiss them. This wasn’t even the first time this had happened…! He was pretty much convinced by now that Mrs. Stephanidis must hate him with all the trouble he was always getting into. She was always upset with him. She was always sighing like that every time they talked… and he was trying, honest, he was! He didn’t mean to get distracted and end up doing something else when they were in class, it just…

Happened.

It was so hard to just sit still and listen and not do anything else. His fingers always wanted to move! So did his feet and his tongue! And he could keep some of them down, but he could never quite manage to keep them all in check all at the same time, despite his best efforts. He’d stay in his seat and be still, but then he’d get in trouble for chatting with his desk-neighbor, which he could never quite understand, because why was he in trouble for talking with his friend? Was it bad? He didn’t get it. He’d keep his hands still, not letting them wander off and do anything else, and he’d remain quiet in class, but then he’d spot something out the window and before he knew it he’d be out of his seat and peering out the window, belatedly finding some excuse to be up when he was confronted. And even when he could keep his mouth quiet and his bottom firmly in his chair…

Well, he’d find himself here.

There were just so many things all the time that he wanted to be doing! Like drawing little superheroes. Or debating with Madison about how high horses could jump. Or finding out how many erasers he could stack on top of one another (twelve), or teaching his deskmates how to say “butt” in Japanese (now the entire first grade knew how), or discovering what happened if you put your finger in the pencil sharpener, (it hurt, and you had to go the nurse to get a bandaid.)

It wasn’t like he didn’t like math and reading and all that stuff. It was just…

So slow sometimes.

As he ruminated on this all, he was slowly able to fight off some of the earlier sorrow, muscling all the wobbly little sobs back inside of his head once he put every bit of strength he had into it. It was exhausting, but it was worth it. He wanted Mrs. Stephanidis to like him. He wanted to be a good student! A good kid! He wanted to do his math and learn how…! He eventually picked his head back up, refocusing on the worksheets in front of him, now with a few wet spots.

He wiped at his cheeks, taking a few long, shaking breaths as he glanced over at his teacher across the room, wandering about and looking over other kids shoulders, occasionally making comments or remarks to his classmates. He supposed he could raise his hand and ask her to come and help him, but…

The idea made his throat puff up again. If he had her come help him, he’d have to raise his hand, and then everyone would look at him again. And, maybe even worse, then she would come over, and he’d have to talk with her again, and…

He hesitated, fear prickling up his spine, his sneakers nudging anxiously at the tile floor at the thought. Well. She would surely wander her way back over to his desk eventually…

Mikey sniffled softly, wiping at his nose with the backs of his sleeve. Maybe he just wasn’t trying hard enough before. Maybe he could figure this stuff out on his own, and he just hadn’t worked long enough on it…

His eyes wandered to the first problem, his pencil lingering over the surface of the paper, repeatedly leaving small, nervous marks and nicks in the surface of the paper as his hand squirmed and trembled. He had gone over some of this with Donnie before, so he probably knew how to do it, right? He just hadn’t tried hard enough to remember…

Very slowly, he tried to pick his way through the problem, his face scrunched up with concentration. Okay, so if it was six, plus nine, then it was like… if he had nine… he just had to count six more times higher, right? But wait, did he start from nine, or from ten? Was the rule different when you got into double digits?...

He hesitantly wrote out numbers on the sheet, his handwriting having morphed from his usual big, loopy letters and numbers to become itty bitty, tiny script, all scrunched together and small, like it wanted to curl up and hide just like he did. And he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but at least he was doing it, right? It was better to do it this way, wasn’t it…? He frowned, chewing at his eraser, digging his teeth into the surface.

He ground himself to a halt when he approached the subtraction problems, squirming anxiously in his seat. He knew Donnie taught him this, too, but he really didn’t remember how to do these ones. He knew he had to do it backwards, kinda, but he didn’t remember how it worked, or what the first step was.

His pencil twitched absently as he dug around in the back of his mind, searching desperately for anything helpful. He sketched repeatedly over the same lines he had already drawn earlier-- digging into the little canals and divots that the lead had carved into the soft surface of the paper, dragging it back and forth. Just an absent motion while he tried to think.

And he hadn’t realized Mrs. Stephanidis had come back. But the absolutely outraged gasp that clued him in made him jump, and his blood ran cold as he immediately froze, dropping the pencil like it had burned him.

“Michelangelo!”

“I wasn’t--” He tried desperately to explain himself, panic flaring through his chest.

“What did I just tell you?!”

“But I--”

Mikey realized quickly that she wasn’t interested in listening to him as she snatched the worksheets from his desk, his pencil knocked aside with the movement and rolling off his desk. Mikey resisted the urge to grab for them, remaining absolutely still in his seat. All the hard work he had just done to chase the tears away was instantly undone as he watched her march over to the trash can by the door.

She tore the papers in half the long way, right down the middle. And then she rotated them so she could do it again, ripping them the opposite direction, like a cross. Like a great big “X.” Pulled apart into four separate pieces. And then the scraps went fluttering into the black bin.

She went to her desk. She picked up a new set of worksheets, clean and fresh. She returned to Mikey’s desk, laying them down neatly where his previous work had once been. She picked his pencil up off the floor for him and leaned back over the desk.

“Okay. Now show me which problems you didn’t understand.”

Yeah. Dad hadn’t been too happy about that one.

He had started seeing his therapist, Cat, a little after that, and that had helped a lot. And then when he was seven, he started taking meds, and that helped a lot, too. It certainly wasn’t a magic band-aid. Things still… sucked sometimes.

And he still wasn’t the best at. You know. Focusing.

… But he couldn’t just let it keep getting the better of him.

Not if it was going to hurt his family.

Mikey took in a long, deep breath, sitting back upright again, scooting forward so he could copy his Dad’s posture once more, his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

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It was just as he had suspected.

Penelope was pissed.

It had been endearing, quite frankly, how worked up she was. They all were-- Raphael had been nearly ambushed when he showed up at class, all five of his students throwing themselves at him and clinging to him as soon as they got the chance.

“Where were you?!” Penelope had demanded. “You were gone for forever!!! You’re supposed to teach us, remember!? We have a standing appointment!!!”

And Raph had laughed despite himself, wondering where she had heard that term, unable to keep himself from smiling even as they scolded him. He had already known he had missed them over the past month. But he hadn’t had the chance to actually feel it until just then. It was almost enough to make him tear up, emotion building up in the back of his throat, but he smoothed it back out, keeping himself steady. He didn’t even mind how much his cheeks hurt, because god.

He had missed this so much.

“Sorry, kiddo, my bad,” he told them. “Raph missed you guys, too. But I had to go take care of my family for a little while.”

“Why?” Penelope had demanded.

“Are they okay?” Another child had questioned, looking up at him with these huge, concerned eyes.

“It’s a real long story,” he had told them with a sigh and a lop-sided grin. “But don’t worry. Everyone is okay now.”

“Did something bad happen?” One of his students had asked.

“Did you protect them?” Said another, and Raph had chuckled.

“Nah,” he told them. “We all protected each other.”

Even thinking about it now, now that he was back in his own room in his own house, he couldn’t help but smile a little bit. He thought that there was a fifty-fifty chance he may grow to regret it, but he had even given in and done two ‘Ferry’ laps around the pool at the end of the lesson. Come on-- how could he not?

A knock on his door drew him from the memory, and he lifted his head slightly, his eyes darting over to meet the sound.

“Yeah?”

He was, admittedly, a little surprised when Leo made his way into the room with him, closing the door behind him. Not that he was unwelcome.

“Hey,” Leo greeted.

“Hey,” Raph echoed, raising a brow slightly, already wondering what it was that had brought his little brother here. He wasn’t just here to hang out or avoid doing homework-- he could already tell. He knew his brothers better than that. “What’s up?”

Leo had hesitated a second, wrinkling his nose. “Can you help me with something?”

What kind of a question is that?

“Yeah, a’course. What’s up?”

Leo had frowned, plopping down on Raph’s bed, and Raph took notice of the little black pouch he had brought with him for the first time.

“Okay, look. Can you just help me with my T-shot? Please?”

Raph blinked in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. “I mean. Yeah, sure. I can try. You haven’t done ‘em yet…?” Leo’s appointment had only been a few days ago, but still. He had been so excited for this!

“I’ve been making Dad do them,” Leo confessed, scrunching up his nose. “But I wanna be able to do them myself! And I can, I know how, I just--”

He cut out, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

“This is so fucking stupid. Can you just-- count me down?”

Was that all? Raph just barely breathed out an amused little huff, though he didn’t dare laugh at his younger brother’s request, biting it back.

“Yeah, dude. No problem.”

“It’s just-- it psyches me out,” Leo muttered, curled up on the foot of his brother’s bed, beginning to unpack the kit he had brought with him with determined but still unpracticed hands.

“That’s fine,”

“It’s so dumb. I’ve done way scarier stuff than this. It doesn’t even really hurt that bad,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, but I do most of the scary stuff you do, too, and I’m still freaked out by puppets,” Raph countered, shrugging a bit. He hated to bring it up, and if anyone besides him said it, he’d smack them, but… sometimes you gotta make sacrifices for your family. “So I kinda think it probably doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Leo sighed, biting the tip of his tongue as he fiddled with the syringe, occasionally stopping, stumbling, and starting again. Raph waited patiently. It wasn’t like he had any idea how to do any of this stuff, anyway, so he didn’t have much room to judge. He watched silently as his brother tore open an alcohol pad to wipe down his own thigh, scrunching his pajama shorts up ever-so-slightly to give himself more room.

“You ready?” Raph asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“Alright. I’ll count down from three.”

“Okay.”

“Three.”

“Mmmm…”

“Two.”

Leo adjusted his grip on the needle slightly.

“One.”

There was just the second of delay, Leo’s hand hoovering for just a second, like he was still thinking about backing down.

But just for a second.

He hissed a bit at the sting, but about three seconds later, it was done, the needle capped again and ready to be disposed of, and everything was finished.

“All good?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.”

“No problem,” Raph said, turning in his chair to face his desk again. And he meant it. He liked doing this kind of thing. He liked it when his brothers could come to him, when his family could rely on him-- he liked feeling needed like this. He was sure that Mikey would psychoanalyze the shit out of this, but he really did want to protect them. He wanted to be the one who kept them safe. Even when it was difficult.

And when it was easy, too. Just like this.

“”S not like I was really doin’ homework, anyway,” Raph added in with a chuckle, glancing over his shoulder at Leo again.

Leo made a face at the thought of homework, no doubt having his own, but he laughed a little, too.

“You want me to count you in tomorrow, too?” Raph asked, keeping his tone as casual as he possibly could, turning his head back to face the desk again as he spoke, leaving the other to consider the offer without eyes on him. And he could tell that Leo was thinking about it for a while, waffling for a moment before he answered.

“... Yeah. Okay. Thanks.”

---

“Dad, is this a touch screen?”

“No, it is not, so do not touch it.”

“DAD! Dad, look! There’s a dog over there!!!”

“Yes, Mikey, I see it.”

“Can I go--”

“No. Stay here with me.”

“Dad! Look! I can see the security guys!”

“Yes, and they are all very busy doing their jobs, so we probably should not distract them by screaming and pointing--”

“Do they have guns!?”

Their father sighed very deeply, not looking up from his current task, rummaging through his bag.

“No, they--”

“Do they have katanas?”

“Why would they have katanas?”

“‘Cause they’re cool,” Leo said, “I wanted to bring mine! This is sooo not fair”

“Well, you’re not old enough to compete in that event yet, so you’ll have to suck it up,” Dad replied. “And you do not have to worry about what weapons the security does or does not have, because you would not break any rules and give them any reason to use any of them. Right, Blue?”

“Right!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!!! I’m for sure sure!”

“So if I go through your backpack right now, I will not find any cans of Jupiter Jim Comet Cola in there? Because I specifically told you not to bring any?”

Leo scowled.

“Go throw it out.”

“What!? But it’s limited edition!!!”

“Then you should have left it at home like I told you. Go.”

“I’ll drink it so fast--”

“Leonardo.”

Leo groaned loudly, flinging his head back dramatically as he slunk off towards the nearby trash can.

This had been about the energy pretty much all day.

“What kind of cameras are those?”

“Purple, I have absolutely no idea.”

“Can I--”

“Whatever it is, no,” Dad said, finally fishing their boarding passes from his bag. “Alright, come on, let’s go. That way, to the security check-- the blue sign over there.”

“I wanna hold my own ticket!” Leo demanded.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not!?”

“You will lose it. Come on. Let’s go.”

“No I wouldn’t! I swear!”

“Well, we will never know,” Dad said. “Come on, or we will be late and miss our flight. Move. Shoo,” he insisted, nudging at the nearest child’s ankle slightly with his foot, as if to herd them. Mikey gave a short squeal in response, hopping away and giggling as he took off in a jog towards the blue TSA sign. He bobbed and weaved past all the hoards of people and their suitcases, his backpack bouncing about with each step.

Raph frowned a bit, hurrying his pace so he could catch up with Mikey, sticking close by his side. There were a ton of people here. What if he got lost or something? Then they’d definitely miss their flight. He picked up the pace slightly so he could catch up.

“Mikey,” he called, reaching out towards him and wriggling his fingers. “Hold hands?”

“Okay,” Mikey agreed easily, happily reaching over to grab Raph’s hand in his own, and Raph breathed out a very quiet sigh in relief. Mikey was always willing to hold hands when he asked. At least this way, he knew he wasn’t gonna get lost.

The five of them slowly snaked their way through the long, roped-off security lines, their father following after them, occasionally saying things like, ‘stop unhooking the lanes,’ or ‘do NOT touch the AED machine,’ or ‘Orange, get off the floor.’ Raph and Mikey took turns seeing who could walk on their hands the longest, and they only fell a few times, with their father grumbling at them to cut it out each time he caught them by their legs and prevented them from crashing into any fellow travelers, which they of course ignored. Eventually, they shuffled their way through the entire process, having all the boarding passes and documents checked by the security man up front, and then passing through the physical security check as well. Dad grumbled about how much more complicated flying had gotten since he had last done it, forbade Leo and Mikey from climbing up onto the conveyor belt for the X-Ray machine, and had, one by one, coaxed them all through the entire process until they were on the other side.

“Dad, can I have one of those?” Donnie questioned, pointing back at the equipment at the checkpoint.

“Ask me again when we get back home,” Dad said, letting out a long breath.

The rest of the process was actually pretty easy. They eventually made their way over to their gate, their dad sat them all down and put on a Jupiter Jim movie for them to watch together, and they waited until it was time for boarding. And the entire day had been very chaotic so far, with Raphael’s anxiety spiking and waning throughout it all in frantic little bursts, but now, it didn’t really seem so bad.

It wasn’t until they actually started to board the plane that some of the fear started to come back.

He and his siblings were arguing about who would get to sit in the window seat, their Dad hoisting carry-ons up into the overheads, when Raph kind of glanced outside through said window and came to the startling realization that they were on a plane.

And it was huge.

And it was gonna go up in the air. With them in it.

His carefully calculated talking points about how he was the oldest, and therefore, he should get the window seat sort of died in his throat, and he swallowed hard, balling his hands up into little fists.

They had never flown in a plane before.

“Hey, Dad?”

“Yes, Red…?”

“Are we… Are we, uhm…” He kind of broke off, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. The air in here was so stale.

Their dad paused, glancing down at him for a moment, quickly finishing his task before kneeling down next to Raph, seeming unconcerned about the other people trying to walk down the aisle.

“What’s wrong, Red?”

“Is it…” He hesitated a little. “Are you sure planes are safe?”

“Yes, my son. I am sure planes are safe.”

“Oh,” he said, biting the insides of his cheeks. “And it’s not gonna be… I mean. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen?”

“I’m sure,” Dad assured. “It will be fine, Raph. I have flown many, many times before, and nothing bad has ever happened yet. At least nothing worse than my bag getting lost,” he said, chuckling a bit, and Raph wrinkled up his nose slightly. (Wait, what if their bags got lost? It had a bunch of their stuff for the tournament they were going to! They needed that stuff…!)

“Here,” Dad said, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it slightly. “How about you sit here next to me? So if anything happens, I can explain it to you?”

Raph’s eyes widened a bit, his head immediately turning to glance over at his siblings.

“But what about--”

“They will be right there the entire time. You’ll be able to see them and talk to them the whole flight if you want,” Dad assured quickly. “And so will I. Just in case. Does that sound okay?”

Raph chewed quietly at his knuckle, considering this for a second before he nodded.

“Okay. Good. Here, sit down,” he bade, getting the two of them settled in their seats to clear up the aisle, giving a quick order to the other three to ‘sort it out.’ It took five games of rock-paper-scissors, but eventually, the others figured out what order they were sitting in. (Mikey in the window seat, Leo in the middle, and Donnie in the aisle.)

“Are you excited to go to the competition, Red?” Dad asked, settling down easily in his seat. Raph breathed in deeply, hesitating a second before he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“It’s pretty exciting, going to the National Tournament for the first time,” Dad continued. “I am looking forward to watching you four kick everyone else’s butt when we get there.”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

“And for you to see Colorado. I have never been there before, but I heard it’s very nice.”

“You haven’t?”

“No, not yet. So it will be new for me, too,” Dad said with a nod. “But I’m sure it will be lovely. I’m quite looking forward to it.”

Raph blinked thoughtfully, his shoulders slowly untensing a bit as they discussed.

“I thought you said you used to fly everywhere,” he challenged, and his dad laughed.

“I did! Just not to Colorado.”

“Well then that’s not everywhere, though!”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “But I have flown to many places. I enjoy flying. It’s relaxing. A good chance to catch up on my beauty sleep!” He laughed.

“It is?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Dad confirmed with a hum. “When we are taking off, the plane will go very fast so it can get up into the air. It is like, uh… A roller coaster. But in reverse order,” he explained. “And then once we are in the air, we just go straight in the direction we want to go, and it’s very calm. So I like it.”

A reverse roller-coaster?

Raph blinked in surprise, leaning over slightly as he considered this. Well, he did like roller coasters.

“How high are we gonna go?”

---

It’s really true what they say. You never really appreciate something until it’s taken from you. Absence and hearts growing fonder and all that. And really, they hadn’t been separated for very long-- no more than a few days.

But god, had Donnie missed his lab.

His dad had only kept him from the space for a few days before he was granted re-access, though only after a long discussion and several promises not to try to perform any more blood work on himself. And Donnie had relented, though perhaps a bit reluctantly. It was an interesting project, but he supposed he would have to put it on hold for the time being.

(Also, Dad had confiscated all his syringes.)

Besides, it wasn’t as though he didn’t have about half a dozen other fascinating things that he could throw himself into right now. He had a hard time picking one thing to focus on right now, quite frankly, with so many different things calling for his attention now that he finally had the energy to offer it.

The one thing that called the loudest, however, currently sat in his gloved hand-- held up closer to the light beneath several magnifying lenses.

He really had no idea what this little pink crystal that he had stolen from Draxum’s lab did. But if it came from him, he had a feeling it must be important. He was still in the early data collection stage, but already all the readings he had picked up were, quite frankly, baffling in the very best of ways, and he was already certain of one thing.

It wasn’t any kind of mineral that had been documented in human records before.

(Even just thinking that made him shiver with goosebumps. This was totally uncharted territory! Research that no one in documented modern science had done before! And here he was, holding this little stone in his hands, his own two hands, preparing to dive into unknown and crack open its secrets and lay them out and untangle them--)

“Dude!”

Donnie startled slightly, his head bobbing about to glance over at the entrance of his lab.

“Quit putting your phone on silent, it’s annoying,” Leo huffed. “Do you have any idea how many stairs are in between you and the kitchen?”

Donnie blinked slowly beneath his goggles. “... What?”

“We tried calling you!” Mikey added, poking his head into the lab as well. “Dinner is ready!!! Come on!”

Donnie floundered for a moment, looking sadly back at his research. “But I--”

“Family dinner. That I made myself. For my whole family to enjoy,” Mikey added in swiftly, batting his eyelashes. “Together.”

Right. Donnie sighed softly, reluctantly setting the crystal down, stripping himself of his safety gear and getting to his feet. It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate the new emphasis on sit-down family dinners that they had recently developed…

But dang it, did it have to be at the expense of scientific advancement!?

“I’m coming. Put the eyes away, Michael,” he muttered, making his way across the lab to join them at the door. Mikey just grinned in response, seemingly perfectly pleased with himself as he spun around to begin making his way back down the stairs. Donnie, admittedly, smiled the tiniest bit.

Fine, fine. He supposed that the crystal would still be there when he got back.

The kitchen was already bustling by the time they all re-joined the fray, with Dad and Raph finishing up setting the table, which was already filled to the brim with Mikey’s cooking. Luckily, with the size of their family and the size of the appetites in it, there was never any concern about overabundance.

“‘S April coming?” He questioned, easily joining the organized chaos, slipping neatly into the familiar thick of it. He rapidly took inventory of the scene and moved by instinct to fill in any gaps, reaching into the cupboard to grab glasses for the table before fetching the Brita filter from the fridge. The rest of the family moved around him seamlessly, darting around and between one another as all the last-minute meal prep was completed.

“Yeah, she should be here in a few minutes. She said she was on her way,” Raph reported, tossing a stray backpack left on the back of a kitchen chair into the living room, letting it bounce off the couch and onto the floor to be fetched later.

“Guys, where’re the salad tongs? I can’t find them!” Mikey complained, shuffling through drawers.

“Mikey, no one except for you ever uses those,” Donnie scoffed in response, raising a brow. “They’re wherever you put them last.”

“But I can’t find them!”

“Did you check the dishwasher?” Raph questioned.

“Yeah!”

“Did you check all the cabinets?”

“... No.”

“... Do you want me to check the top ones?”

Mikey scowled.

“Yeah,” he muttered. And Raph grinned, but he didn’t say anything further, reaching up to the upper cupboards inaccessible to the rest of his family, beginning to search.

“Are they still in the fridge?” Leo questioned, raising a brow.

“Why would they be in the fridge?” Raph questioned.

“‘Cause Mikey was using them for those chocolate-strawberry-nachos he made the other day, and there’s still leftovers in the fridge.”

Mikey gasped, his face lighting up as he darted across the room.

“Oh, yeah--!”

“It’s a miracle we are able to keep track of anything in this house,” Dad scoffed softly, though he seemed more amused than anything, shaking his head as he dried a last-minute addition to the dishware lineup, dinner plate in one hand and hand towel in the other.

“That’s an understatement,” Donnie sighed.

“APRILLLL O’NEIL!!!”

Donnie would admit it. He had missed her dramatic entrances. He smiled a bit as his sister flung the front door open, bursting into the Hamato Household, grinning wide despite looking just a tiny bit frazzled. He suspected she had rushed her way over here-- she was still wearing her work uniform.

“Sorry I’m late,” April laughed, kicking the door shut behind her as she made her way into the kitchen. “This guy got one of the kiddie sandals stuck on his foot and I had to--”

Donnie was sure that whatever April was about to say would have been a good story. He would have been interested in hearing it. But he didn’t get the chance.

The sound of a ceramic plate shattering on the tile floor brought all conversation to a shrieking, shuddering halt.

---

Raphael’s conversation with his Dad, which had been going on for several minutes now, discussing the longest flight their father had ever been on, was cut off when he suddenly felt the entire plane jolt beneath him. His eyes widened as they began to taxi forward.

“We’re moving!”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Dad confirmed, steady and calm, leaning back to rest his head against the seat. “We’re going to the end of the runway, so the plane can get a running start and go fast enough to take off.”

Raph gaped slightly, glancing across the aisle to look over at his siblings-- and they were all wriggling with anticipation, too, straining to try to crowd around Mikey’s little window and see outside. Raph shifted a bit, glancing in the opposite direction, and realized that he could kind of see the window a little bit, too. He could see the world begin to shift around them. And Raph tensed a little bit, because he knew that things were about to start happening.

His dad shifted ever so slightly, moving to casually lay his hand on the armrest between them, and Raph immediately took the unspoken invitation and grabbed it. He could hear his own heartbeat.

“Here we go,” Dad hummed softly, and Raph nodded a tiny bit, biting the insides of his cheeks.

It was starting.

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angelpuns · 10 months

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made up fic ask, title: sparks of blue

Absolutely a post-movie angst fic

OKAYOKAYOKAY SO

Typical Leo didn’t come out of Mikey’s portal type deal so the bros think he’s dead

BUT

He found his katana in the PD and managed to sort of portal out - but not fully

So his body is sort of in between dimensions right now and he is trying to get his brothers’ attention but it’s kinda hard when none of them will fucking just - look at his sword!!

So CJ got his other sword right and it’s sparking and stuff but no one is seeing it cause Donnie has locked it up for safekeeping.

Lots of grieving going on

Idk how they figure it out but someone realizes and there is hope again!! Yipee!!!

They meditate or smthn to communicate with Leo but they don’t knwo hwo tget him back

Hold on cause this idea isn’t half bad-

Leo’s ninpo barely holding on because he’s tryin to travel BETWEEN DMENSIONS

Like it was hard enough for Mikey to do it and Leo is not doing great physically so he’s fightin for his life

I have no idea how it'd be resolved or how to like explain how he can see them (yet)

blurb time cause this idea is not too bad:

He'd been floating for so long he didn't know which way wa sup anymore. It didn't matter. His everything hurt - tears drying on his cheeks. He thought he hard the kraang smashing something in the distance, but there was an annoying ring in his ears. it was distracting. Overwhelming.

Leo wanted to cry again but he was so tired, he couldn't make the tears come. His foot brushed against something, a spark of familiarity flashing in his chest. Something like when they'd first unlocked their ninpo - a flash of...something. He was too tired to describe it.

It took a lot of effort, but he managed to crane his neck to see what he'd touched. His sword, sticking out of a piece of debris. His sword that had the ability to portal.

Leo strained against another wave of pain, reaching out his slightly-less-broken arm and grabbing the hilt. He didn't know if it would work. Probably not, but he could try.

Wasn't that the whole thing about their ninpo? Love? Family? If he missed them enough, maybe he'd be able to do it.

He took a deep breath, wincing past the strain on his lungs. He closed his eyes and let the ringing in his head wash away every other sound. Concentrate. Just think of where you want to be and you'll be there.

He kept his eyes closed, even as flashes of light bled through his eyelids. He could feel it - his body feeling with that warm rush of power. The familiar floating feeling of teleporting washed ovwer him, Leo gasping when it worked. It worked!

But solid ground never came. He just kept floating and floating, suspended in time. Like the portal was never-ending. Everything was blue for a while, until it was washed away and replaced with black.

#rottmnt fanfic #uhh #i wrote a lot sorry #it was a decent idea so i ran with it!#maybe one day a oneshot or fic or soemthing #haha #im funny

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beetleviolet · 12 days

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So. Uh. @midwesternvibes I've kinda been spamming your profile lately (my b) buuut I wrote something inspired by this villain Leo analysis, especially your unique perspective on why Splinter made Leo the new leader. Super cool! I hadn't thought about it like that!/gen

I didn't go in a villain direction because YOU ARE LITERALLY KILLING IT I AM SO INVESTED YOU DONT EVEN KNOW BRO!

This is more hurt/comfort. Feel free to ignore or enjoy :)

Tw: arguing, child neglect/emotional neglect, childhood trauma, and reference to suicide, but in reference to Leo's prison dimension stunt so uh. Kind of suicide.

Ironically, it was Splinter's idea.

He wasn't the best father, that much he knew, but he wanted to be better. He couldn't hide from his problems behind a TV screen, not anymore. Not when he had 4 big, big problems that he had caused.

He brought the idea to Michelangelo first, always the most willing for second chances and growth. Orange didn't look as ecstatic as he might have months ago, no, he had grown in those few months, perhaps too much. He studied Splinter for a moment before a small, hopeful smile,

“I'm glad you want to try.” And, well, if Splinter wouldn't do anything for his sons before, he would do everything for them now.

“Go with Leo first.” Splinter tilted his head. He had been planning to go with Purple, the most obviously insecure, or maybe Red, who would accept the affection easily.

“With Blue? Why?”

“Just trust me.” Mikey said, “And be nice!” Be nice. Why wouldn't he be nice? It kind of hurt that his son thought otherwise, perhaps a kind of hurt he deserved.

Blue was slippery. He snuck out of any invitation, like he could smell what Splinter was thinking. Mikey had more than one hushed conversation with him, tucked away in his subway car with the door closed.

Finally, after almost two weeks of trying, Blue agreed to go out for a walk. And that was that.

Leonardo was… abrasive. Obnoxious at best and an egomaniac at worst. It was odd that Orange had suggested that Splinter spend time with Leo, the most confident, and the most well adjusted after the events with the Krang.

Maybe this would be a sort of warm up, an easier bonding experience before he had to deal with Red or Purple.

Hm. “Deal with” probably wasn't the right phrase. Take care of? Help? He wanted to help.

Blue prattled away, as always, talking about anything under (and over) the sun. Making joke after joke. None of them were very funny, Splinter preferred Purple's dry sense of humor. His Lou Jitsu days were so full of puns, he found he could hardly stand them anymore, but he gave a couple pity laughs. Mikey had told him to be nice, after all.

“So, you ready to head home, Daddio?” Splinter glanced at Leo's face, which was spreading an easy smile,

“What- it has only been fifteen minutes!” Blue shrugged, not slowing. They had been walking aimlessly around Central Park, Leo with a slice of pizza and Splinter with a soft pretzel.

“And I don't think you want to break that streak.” He said it in that animated tone he always took on when he was joking. But this time, it wasn't funny. Or, well, more not-funny than usual.

“What streak?”

“Angie said if you made fun of me, I could go home.” Splinter stumbled, having to press forward faster to keep up with Leonardo's unfaltering steps. Angie said if you made fun of me, I could go home.

“Why would I make fun of you?” To a stranger, Leonardo would appear unaffected, but Splinter caught the downward twitch of his brow, the sudden tensing of his shoulders, quickly hidden as his hands rose to rest on the back of his head, his expression smoothed into something nicer, so quickly, it might have been a passing shadow. He wouldn't notice if he was a stranger. He might have noticed sooner if he barely wasn't.

Leo did something rare. He hesitated, covering it up with a shrug and a glance to his left. Casual, easy-going. He laughed, something high and sweet. And then he didn't say anything more.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Why would I make fun of you?”

“Kidding, Pops.” He assured, picture perfect grin. A blink, and Splinter almost felt like he was looking in a mirror, 17 years ago.

Splinter wracked his brain, trying to remember all of the parenting books he had asked April to get for him.

Take accountability, he had read, you have to show respect for your children, and apologize when you make a mistake.

Splinter had never been very good at apologizing. Maybe it came from being a movie star. Maybe it came from before. His Grandfather used to make him his favorite foods, cut him the sweetest fruit. Splinter didn't think there were enough strawberries in the world to make up for everything.

He might as well start. Give it a try. Let Blue know that he was trying.

“I would like to apologize to you.” This time, it was Leo who faltered. He played it off as a trip, and brought his hands down. Suddenly Splinter was looking at a little turtle, sitting on the kitchen counter, fidgeting with his fingers and sneaking a glance at the broken glass beneath him. Sneaking glances at Splinter. Leo was a much better actor now then all those years ago, maybe a better actor then Splinter ever was, but he still picked at his nails.

“You… what?” Leo said with a laugh, letting his genuine confusion shine through. Splinter gestured to a nearby bench,

“Come, sit with me.”

“Um, I'd love to but, see, I promised Donnie-”

“Leonardo.” Splinter was expecting resistance, a groan or dragging feet.

He wasn't expecting a full body flinch.

Take accountability.

Be nice.

Looking out at the sidewalk, Splinter could almost see a little Baby Blue, only 5 years old, a tiny turtle all wrapped in clothes and sneaking towards the pidgins, hell-bent on catching one. Weeks later, when Splinter had stopped going out, Blue actually managed it. He was with Red at the time, and he had told Splinter about it excitedly that night, shouting to be heard over the noise of the TV. Turning up the volume was so easy. Up, up, up, and everything would leave Splinter alone.

“...I am sorry I snapped.” He said, softer. Leonardo didn't look at him, but his brow twitched, so quickly disguised. Be up front, and honest. “I will not force you, but I would like to have a conversation with you.” Splinter watched patiently as Blue scratched the back of his neck, fumbling out a couple starts to excuses, before petering out and sitting beside him on the bench.

Up, up, up, and he would leave his everything alone. All alone.

“I have not been a good father.” Leo hesitated, like he wanted to object, “You do not have to say anything.” So he didn't. “I left you- all of you alone when you needed me, time and time again.” Deep breath. Ok, “I am sorry.” A moment of silence, then another.

And then Blue began to laugh.

It wasn't his high, silly laugh, when Donatello fell over or Michelangelo was sassy, or his big, performative chuckle, when making a joke or in front of a crowd, or even that sweet giggle that he had long grown out of, from hugs or tickling or watching a silly show.

No, this was new.

This was crackling, high up in his throat and covering his eyes with a hand, a shake of his head. This was filling time so he didn't have to speak, covering his eyes so he didn't have to look, this was his son hiding away, this was paint spread over Hamato Leonardo so it looked pretty. And deep, deep down, this was a flicker of hope, tucked away so no one could see when they blew it out.

“..Is this a joke?” There were no cracks in the armor of his voice, but his fingers twitched and tapped together, eyes still looking away.

“No.” Splinter assured. Leo laughed again, this time shorter, a little sharper,

“I think you misunderstand,” He chuckled, the performance one, “I. Am. Leo!” He said each word slowly, dripping with sarcasm, “This seems like more of a.. Splinter-Mikey conversation.” He smiled. Mirrored.

“I have talked to your brother already.” Splinter explained, still a little confused. Where was this going? “But I wanted to apologize to you as well.” Leo studied him. Really studied him, up and down. His brow twitched before melting back into his usual expression. Pleasant, smooth, easy-on-the-eyes. He smiled. Splinter was beginning to hate that smile.

“Let's just head home, we were going to hang out with April-”

“But I wanted-”

“We don't have to do this!” There was the snap Splinter had been anticipating. Leonardo's eye contact was sharp, face almost exasperated. Almost.

“...do what?” Splinter asked.

“This!” Leo gestured between them, “I've given you, like, two different chances to opt out!”

“I do not want to opt out.”

“Well that's a first!”

And

Ouch.

Leo looked away, deflating.

“Sorry.” He muttered, hand over the back of his neck.

Accountability. Apologize.

“No, you are right, and I am sorry for that, but I want to spend time with you now.”

“Why?” There were no lies in the question, no distant undertones or cover ups. It was the first deeply honest thing Splinter had heard from Blue that day, maybe even that year.

“Because you are my son, and you deserve to have someone looking out for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a person.” Leo looked like he wanted to say something, another snap perhaps, one true and stinging, but he just looked away.

“...stop messing with me.”

“I am not.”

“Just stop!” There was no one around them to look up at the shout, “Just- Can we just go home already?”

“I want to-”

“Spend time with me, right?” Leo rushed on, “What would that do, huh!? I'm sure you'd rather be with Donnie or- or anybody!”

“I do not-”

“Did I have to earn it? Is that what this is? Did I finally do it!?” Tears.

“Earn what?”

“This!” His voice cracked as he gestured in between them. “You- you never wanted to do this before! Did-” He swallowed, “Is it because I'm taking things seriously now? Is that all? I just had to try and kill myself and you'd actually love me!?”

“I've always loved you!” Splinter cried, horrified. And Blue…

His Baby Blue laughed at him, hand over face to wipe his eyes.

“It is true!” Splinter felt his own eyes began to water as well. It had been… how long since his son had cried to him? “And I am a fool to ever let you believe otherwise!”

“I don't care!” Leo almost snarled, “I don't-!” He stopped himself, tucked his head down with his hands on his knees. A collection of leaves blew across the sidewalk, causing a pigeon to startle, settling down a few steps later and pecking at the ground. Leonardo kept his tears silent and steady, sitting on the bench with his hands gripping his knees, almost like seiza.

“..Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” A small hitch. Leo kept his eyes down.

“Why did you make me leader?” That… wasn't what Splinter had been expecting.

“Because Raphael-”

“Needed a break.” Leo finished. Splinter tried not to be irked at the interruption, “Needed to chill out, right? It was hurting him.” He looked right at him, “Right, Splinter?” The first name rolled so easily off of his tongue. He didn't wait long for an answer, “But better it hurt me then him, right? Since I'm already such a fucking screw up, you might as well finish the job!”

“Leonardo-”

“What did I ever do to you?” His voice had a ring to it, a rare one. Honesty. That honest, genuine tone that always came with the "I love you"'s and the ‘hey, its okay"'s and the oh so rare "I'm sorry"'s. Shaky and truthful and hard as a diamond, “I wanted you so bad, I just want- Dad just-”

There were no parenting books for this.

Blue let him sit in startled silence, taking his time to wipe his tears.

Splinter had fucked up. Badly. And he was 10 years too late to fix it all.

But he had to try. Try again and again until his son knew he wasn't kidding. He wasn't joking. He might never forgive him, but Splinter wasn't joking.

“I do agree with you, Red needed a break.” Splinter leaned back on the bench and looked at the sky, giving Leo some privacy, “I did not mean to pass that burden on to you. In all honesty, I did not think about it. You are incredibly strong, my son," Blue stiffened at the compliment, "I did not realize how much stress was being put on you. That is my mistake, and I am so incredibly sorry for it.” Leo brought his leg up and hugged it to his chest, looking away.

“I made you the leader because I thought it would help you grow. Because you are clever, and brave, and can keep your brother's out of trouble without them even knowing it.” Leo huffed out his nose, almost amused. “You are not a screw up. You are a person who makes mistakes and learns, just like any other person.” Splinter took a deep breath. Now for the hard part, “My neglect was no fault of yours.” He was expecting more silence.

Instead, there came a choked sob.

Leo held his knee tight to his chest, tucking his face away. His hood was up. Splinter reached out a hand, pressing it against his son's shell.

“It is not your fault.”

Leo didn't speak to him for the rest of the day, hiding in his room as soon as they got home, but not before leaning into his touch, shoulders relaxing, just a little.

#may have gone overboard but #a love writing about characters mindsets #love the OG idea sm i am so excited to see more villain leo he has my heart and I WILL be drawing him #rottmnt #save rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fics

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thejadecount · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

I know the 2012 TMNT were 15 when they went up to the surface the first time and in the first episode of Rise TMNT they were around the 13-16 range, and I’m ASSUMING that the 2003 TMNT went to the surface around 15.

What I think would be funny is if they did a crossover between these three (and possibly more) then they should do everyone around the same age.

Because. Because.

Rise! Raph would be the oldest.

Just think about it.

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mej2235 · 1 year

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Long story short, I was laughing with some friends over @trubblegumm post about Leo getting like Krang as a villain dad. We were joking over how that would work. Eventually, what started out as a crack au ended up not and now it has writing.

Send help /lh

#rottmnt #rise krang #rise leo #I have no idea what to tag this au #Imprisoned Slider #that’ll work for now #rottmnt fanfic #Mej writes

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starxrocket11 · 1 year

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Monsters under the bed - Leosagi being cute parents

A monster coming out of under his bed was pretty scary for a little kid.

Being exactly what was going through the mind of little 5-year-old Jotaro, who was trying his best not to start crying because of that horrible nightmare.

He sniffled and held his turtle plushie close to his chest. His room was pretty illuminated by the blue bunny night light, courtesy of his Uncle Tello, but for some reason, his closet and the simple thought of looking under his bed were extremely scary.

He looked at his door being slightly open and he could hear the low volume of the television in the living room.

Counting in his head, he jumped from his bed and ran so the monster couldn’t get him, making a direct line to the living room where he knew his Dad was, as he knew that sometimes he couldn’t sleep.

He could see his Dad sitting up from his laying position on the couch, with a worried look directed at him. Jumping to the couch, he immediately was hugged and held close to his Dad’s plastron.

“Hey, hey, buddy, what’s going on?” His Dad asked while sitting him on his lap and stroking his head.

“T-there’s a-a monster” He sniffled.

“A monster?”

“Y-yeah, under the bed, and-and the closet!” The small bunny felt himself being picked up, which allowed him to put his arms around his Dad’s neck.

Understanding what was going on, Leo gave him a tight hug and started rubbing his back.

“Ay nene, It’s ok, you had a nightmare right?” He whispered.

Jotaro nodded, still hiding in the crook of his neck.

“Well, I can promise you that there are no monsters here, you know why?”

It took the small bunny a little bit, but he separated himself from the hug enough to look at his Dad in the eyes.

“Why?” He tilted his head a little bit.

It took Leo’s whole mental strength not to coo at the action, that reminded him so much of his husband.

“Because your Papa and I will have found them and kicked their butt for sure.” He tickled his son’s tummy, smiling softly when he saw him giggle. “They’re super scared of us, so they don’t even come close”

Jotaro thought about it a little bit, and it made sense. His dad was the best ninja ever and his Papa was a super cool samurai. They kicked bad guy butt all the time! His uncle Mikey told him a ton of stories.

Nodding, but still not wanting to go to his room, he hugged his Dad again.

“How about you sleep with us tonight? Tomorrow I’ll make sure to check for any monsters in your room, sounds good?”

Jotaro nodded again, now leaning his head against his Dad’s shoulder, who gave him his turtle plushie back and he hugged it close.

Leo turned off the TV and started walking toward his room, where his husband was already sleeping.

“Mm? Leo?” Usagi asked sleepily while looking up and immediately noticing their son in his arms. “Jotaro? Everything ok?”

“A small monster problem, but everything’s ok.” Jotaro almost jumped out of Leo’s arms when he got close to the bed. Being immediately hugged by Usagi while the turtle lay down, leaving Jotaro between the both of them.

“Dad said that monsters don’t get close to the house because they’re super scared of you guys.” Jotaro couldn’t help but snuggle in his Papa’s chest. Letting out a small yawn. “But I don’t wanna go back until Dad checks, can I stay here?”

“Of course baby” His Papa was rubbing his back softly, which made him more sleepy. “And, your Dad is right about that, monsters are super scared of us”

“Of course, I’m right, as always.” Leo’s smug tone earned him an amused look from Usagi. “Anyways, I think it’s a little bit past your bedtime, nene.”

“Not-” Jotaro was interrupted by his own yawn, “-tired”

“Mhm, totally”

The adults noticed that just a couple of seconds later, Jotaro was out like a light. Both looked at him with soft smiles.

“We have a good kid,” Usagi said, whispering and still rubbing the child’s back.

“We have the best kid ever” Leo answered, now laying down and thanking the ancestors for the family that he has.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leosagi #rise leoichi #leoichi #leosagi #I love them so much you guys have no idea #My friend was saying that they loved scenes like this in fanfics and I was like alright bet-#I'm probably doing a bunch of this short one-shots and then post them on AO3 #Leosagi are such cute parents I love this #rottmntleo #yuichi usagi

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thunderstormsandstories · 3 months

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I am currently thriving off the idea of rivals to lovers Kendratello. Specifically in a highschool au.

Because like, we have Donnie. GPA obsessed, math and robotics prodigal. If there is one thing he thrives for, it's perfection in his subjects. We're talking doing extra credit work, turning in assignments early, basically just putting his all into his work. He isn't satisfied till he is the top preforming student in a miles radius.

And then there's Kendra. She could not care less about academics, yet she is consistently scoring just below Donnie without even trying. Since a young age she's known she's smart, so why try when she can get good-enough grades without doing so.

After the two meet, a spark of lust to succeed seems to light. Kendra starts putting more effort into her assignments, eventually starting to put in effort and Donnie is equally matching her. For the both, this is the first time she is equally matched in wit.

They hate each other, like any other rivals would.

Until they get partnered up for a robotics assignment. After much arguing with their teacher fruitlessly, they're stuck working together. And... Okay maybe it's not as bad as they first assumed. And maybe they couldn't help but notice how perfectly they work together.

...

Anyway I'm hyperfixating over them, might make this into a fic if anybody's interested.

#kendratello #kendra rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #fic ideas #fanfics #comics

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