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thescribblings · 1 month

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LONG POST AHEAD! Lots of text and no drawings after the cut!

So, I've been procrastinating this post for a while because i don't have any art explaining his new arm except this one, and i wanted it to be pretty similar to, or even better than the first prosthetic post, but i don't think i can do anything more than an infodump today, lmfao sorry

But here it is! In all of its glowy/floaty glory!

Some facts and features about his arm under the cut

So, I'll just copy and paste what i wrote in my notes, since my brain is complete mush lately

The notes are unfinished and in no specific order, but i figured it might be interesting if you think my au is fun ,^,

His arm! Made of a mix of carbon fiber and whatever the fuck the metal future donnie invented is

-the metal parts of the arm are matte, for style, obviously

*The nails are made of a type of nanotech so he can customize everything about them, with some limits due to there being limited nanotech stored in the hand itself.

- he can have claws, short nails, stilettos, talons, or even a mix of them. He knows a thing or two about programming nanotechnology due to his other prosthetic, so he can customize it on his own eithout issue. And yes, he does

paint the nails on it, as well.

*Some form of electromagnetism keeps his hand and forearm attached, without it they'd just fall to the ground. Some things it can do with this feature involves;

-see how his sword is situated on his back? He couldn't possibly get it off without bending over backwards, it's too long, right? Actually, he can grab the handle with his prosthetic and then detach the hand from the forearm, this will let him independently control the hand, which lets him pull the sword out of its scabbard no problem

-the limbs can move independently, the only limit being his ability to focus enough to smoothly control the individual pieces. This lets him easily take his sword out of its scabbard with the hand while simultaneously blocking a hit with the forearm, for example

-since the hand is the only part that doesn't glow, it's much stealthier, so he can surprise attack opponents from behind, even when he's standing right in front of them

-are the parts sentient? Do they have independent will? He doesn't fuckin know, and neither does Donnie. He discovered that they can move independently on a whim and decided that it's best not to question it. He's totally not extremely cocky about having potentially created artificial intelligence on accident -Stickbug

*The individual pieces of the arm can hover, letting him do things like what is shown in the illustration

*Nanotech is stored in the individual pieces

-if something were to, say, slash his prosthetic forearm and leave a gash, the nanotech would mend it immediately, letting him keep fighting unaffected until he can properly fix the damage

-if something were to slice the entire forearm in two, the electromagnetism would pull the pieces together while the nanotech seals the gash, making the forearm good as new

*What is it powered by?

-i didn't mention this in the thigh prosthetic post, but his thigh isn't actually powered by anything, it doesn't need more than the guidance of his muscles to function

-the electromagnetism in the arm is powered by his ninpo, it lets him turn it on and off on a whim, and it gives him a more natural sense of control when he operates it

-his ninpo powers the electromagnetism, but what powers the rest of the arm? Trick question, it's the electromagnetism! It triggers mechanisms in the individual pieces that powers all the mechanical features, such as the nanotech, fingers, and a coupleo nes on brand with it being genius built:tm:

-since the arm is technically powered by, and connected to his ninpo, he can teleport it much like his nagamaki!

*since it's powered by his ninpo, if his ninpo gets spazzy he cannot use the arm. If he were to try to use the arm when his ninpo is spazzy, a lot of things might happen

-first things first, why would his ninpo be spazzy? It's a side effect of his body effectively sustaining itself with his ninpo for over a decade. It made up for lost sleep, lack of food and water, and everything you might need to, y'know, live. This quickly drained his ninpo until it was little more than a spark, and anytime that spark flickered out from him overworking himself, he'd crash and pass out for the next day and a half. He didn't actually know this was going on until he popped up in the present and everything just kinda started making sense

-it could switch on and off sporadically, causing it to fall to the floor and snap back into place at random

-the hand and forearm might suddenly shoot off in a random direction, which is hilarious, but also dangerous

-he would have basically no control over the arm, leading to jagged movement and randomly activating different features

-it might randomly teleport to or from him, depending on how he feels

*at first glance the previous point might seem like bad design choices, but it's actually a necessary feature! Since he tends to overdo it pretty often it's important that he can't use his prosthetic when his ninpo is spazzy

-his ninpo only gets spazzy if something triggers it, it's kinda like it switches between rest and survival mode, this gets triggered if he's overused his ninpo and it got too close to when he relied on it for survival

-the only way to fix his spazzy ninpo is, well, rest. A lot of napping. Which is why it's so important that he literally can't use his prosthetic when he needs rest

*It can teleport?

-why yes, it can! Being able to telepoort the pieces to and from himself gives him a huge advantge in battle. Since you can't disarm him! Pun intended

*it's a very silent piece of tech, which is ideal for his fighting style. the only part that makes the typical 'tech prosthetic' sounds is the fingers, as they are connected with joints instead of electromagnetism

*the flexible parts

-the main part covers the delt/ shoulder of his residual limb and wraps around his neck for a snug, comfortable fit.

-there's a sliver of it cutting the metal of the palm in half right between his fingers, giving it more mobility. (Try gently bending your own palm, it's surprisingly flexy)

-there's a small sliver at the 'wrist' of it, since it wouldn'tbe able to bend properly if there wasn't something leting that part of the hand bend, as well

-the flexible parts in the hand is yellow, while the piece covering his shoulder is green, adorned with his iconic shoulder stripe, in yellow, of course

-the green and yellow aren't a perfect colour match, they're a bit more saturated than his skin and markings, but it's not very noticable at first sight, so if he wears a hoodie over the arm his hand could be mistaken for a real hand, letting him hide it in public, to avoid stares

*The hand

-it has a softer, kinda rubbery material covering his palm and the length of the fingers that lets him tell different textures apart better, even if just by sound. It's a lighter, more desaturated green than the hand, even lighter thann his skin

-the soft material is not smooth, but rather textured, not bumpy, per se, just somewhat rough. Maybe a bit sandpaper-y

-the textured material gives him better grip, especially in battle, since it wouldn't exactly be ideal for a sword that is 5'7 long to suddenly fly across the battlefield. As funny as it would be, lol

-it also lets him control his grip strength better, so he doesn't accidentally crush someone's hand, or whatever object he was holding

*There's a good chance you might find him walking around with just the shoulder/bicep piece, since he can teleport the other pieces to himself at will, and it's less draining when he leaves them somewhere, off

Have nice day :]

#rottmnt #art #save rottmnt #sffl(wg)#future leo #rottmnt fanart #third season #my art #rottmnt future leo #look at his funky floaty prosthetic #feeling snazzy with his new prosthetic #prosthetics #i love designing them #but i spent like 6 months designing the thigh prosthetic #and I've only started on this one a few days ago #really rushing my creative process for ya'll tn #hope this is legible

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spectralsleuth · 10 months

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Candling

(A short preview for the post-movie/apocalypse fix-it fic I'm working on! As a consolation to all the 'Portal Panic' readers, since I'm putting it on hiatus! Love all you guys, I hope you end up enjoying what I come up with. This is WIP, obviously. The working title is 'FLIPSIDE'.)

“Leo, I swear to Gram-Gram, if you do not sit your ass down I will sit it down for you.” Raph threatened, from his seat at Donnie’s medical table. He wasn’t wearing anything but his patchwork canvas pants, red haramaki, and tattered mask. Sitting as he was, tail curled down and off of the industrial strength steel, Raph’s slightly stooped head still almost brushed against the vaulted ceiling, which was studded with rods of sunny yellow chemical lights and inactive bulbs of emergency lighting.

The lab stretched out an impressive distance, as long as a football field and shaped like the inside of a military hangar with its peaked roof, and thickly cabled bridge cranes stretching wall to wall down the length like the ribs of some dying carcass. Electricity hummed everywhere, even within the solid rock walls to either side, which were honeycombed with outgoing connections and wrist-thick cables going to every corner and cranny of the resistance base.

Donnie himself mostly used the front half of the lab, only retreating to the further wide open shop spaces when things needed to be fabricated, or repaired in one whole mass. Right now the back half of the lab was mostly empty- outside of a rack of plant growing projects thriving quietly under the light of a massive UV lamp, and a semi submersible all terrain vehicle that had been made useless by the drying of the oceans four weeks and two battles ago.

Leo held his hands up defensively at Raph’s growling, finally taking a seat on one of the rolling chairs, his feet tapping restlessly from the back heel all the way up to the knee, in an unreadable rhythm. “Yeesh, sorry. I’m just uh.” He scratched under his mask, over one of the double red stripes lining one cheek. “Nervous? I guess?”

“We’re all nervous.” Raph grumbled, shifting to pull a knee up, and brace himself with one heavily taloned hand. “But you pacing and making a mess of Donnie’s lab ain’t gonna help matters any. You’d think one a you idiots was the one having an egg.”

Mikey was hovering peaceably over their heads, swimming as gracefully through the air as any fish through water. It wasn’t always possible for him to fly so easily; but the thought of the day ahead, and the appointment they were all meeting for, had Mikey’s thoughts so happy and light that floating was easier than not at the moment. Leo was half tempted to tie a string to his ankle, and keep him from finding and floating his way up through the exhaust pipes and to the apocalypse-torn surface.

“Raph, one more time. Please.” Mikey asked sweetly, upside down and cape dangling enough that Raph was trying to snort it away from his face in annoyance, like a bull with a fly. “Just let me touch it, I know I can get something from it. My little nibling wants to tell me, we don’t need Donnie’s nasty ole camera-”

“Shut it Mikey; and keep your glowing little paws to yourself.” Raph pushed Mikey away with a hand that engulfed his entire head, and sent him bobbing away across the lab, affront written across his upside down face.

Mikey rumbled indignantly, like a small dog with a bone- and as he did, April, Donnie, and Casey entered the lab.

“WHERE’S MY SON?” Casey demanded, stomping in and giving Mikey’s head a shove as well. It was forceful enough to send him gently spinning back towards his brothers, cape dangling and tilting slightly on his axis.

“Ya don’t know it’s gonna be a boy.” Raph protested, as Leo rolled his chair quickly out of Casey’s way. “It could be a girl! Oh. A little girl turtle…” Raph started to look dewy eyed at the thought, and Casey made a retching noise.

“Don’t be gross! A mother always knows.” She said loftily, moving between Raph’s knees to crowd into the space there. There was plenty of room- even with the egg cradled carefully in one hand, balanced between his knees like a precious jewel, Raph could have fit five more Casey’s in the space she occupied.

Casey leaned up on her top toes and Raph obligingly tilted down to meet her, pressing a toothy kiss to her mouth.

“Now let me see him before one of these morons drops him.”

“Scoff. If you’re that worried about someone dropping it you should have let me make the prosthesis like I planned-“

“You’re not putting my baby in a robot, Donnie.” Raph warned easily, as Casey bundled the egg into her arms with feral eagerness. It was about eight inches across, perfectly round, and colored a delicate creamy yellow that was the same shade as the pinstripe lines on Leo’s throat and chin.

Leo was insufferable about it, even if he was too scared to hold the egg.

#tmntau #rottmnt #rottmnt apocalypse future #my fic #WIP #Flipside #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my writing

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thecrossoverwriter15 · 5 months

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What If Leo Didn’t Convince Raph in Time?

RoTTMNT Movie Fanfic - TW! Blood, Death

Get ready cuz this is a another tragic story! If you have trouble trying to imagine what the scene looks like, I recommend the 2 part Tik Tok post by: ERROR_404 (@page_n0t_found) | TikTok1

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Leo’s eyes drifted towards the floor. His mask tails whipping in the wind, decorated with cuts. His eyes shut tightly, “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

He stood up, watching his Krang-infested brother stomp towards him. Behind him, his tech savvy brother and orange masked little brother struggled to free themselves from the black vines.

“I was fighting you because I didn’t understand you. But now, I get it.”

The squeamish roar of the infested Raph jumped up, whipping his pink lash at the Red-Eared Slider. Despite the constant attacks, Leo continued confessing.

“I always figured you were mad because you didn’t like the way I did things.”

SLASH! A sudden whip of the tentacle caused Leo to fall onto his shell. The tentacle then wrapped around his neck, lifting him into the air. Struggling against the tightening gooey rope, Leo implored with desperation, “But when I see what’s happening to you..”

He looked over at his brothers, “And what’s happening to them, I realized it wasn’t about me.”

Raph clenched his knuckles together, sharp claws forming.

“You didn’t yell because you were mad, you yelled because you were scared,” Leo said, his eyes growing at the sight of the sharp talons aimed at him.

“It’s scary to be responsible for the lives you protect. Your team, your family..”

Mikey’s eyes watered and let a single tear trickle down as he stared at his brother in fear. He prayed, hoped that Raph would listen.

“But we do it anyway because that’s what it means to be a hero.”

The Red-Eared Slider’s eyes clenched together as he gave out one last gasp. He released his grip on Raph’s whip, letting his head and the tentacle be the only thing holding him in the air. His voice was soft, yet held the buildup of emotions, “If this is it, I want you to know that I finally understand.”

“And that I’m sorry.”

Raph only stared, his eyes twitching. Leo thought he had gotten through to him, until he felt hard claws break through the skin. The pain only lasted for the second before everything went dark. He could feel his soul going cold under a few seconds. He couldn’t see anything, nor feel or hear anymore.

I love you guys so much.

Raph’s bright eyes opened. He felt his mystic powers retuning. The Krang infection begin to disappear. He was back. He’s back!! The happiness only lasted for a second as a horrifying image crossed his eyes.

Mikey and Donnie didn’t say a work. They only stared in shock. Their bodies shivered in fear as the scene played out over and over in their heads. Donnie’s voice finally let out a single word, “Raph..”

Raph couldn’t move for a moment, but when he did, he fell to his knees. In front of him, his loud, energetic, sometimes annoying little brother laid on his side, his bright, lime green skin now holding a slight grey tint. A single opening on his plastron led all the way through his shell with dried blood that cassated down his chest. What’s worse was that Leo’s face was no longer filled with so many emotions. It was still, silence with a thin trail of blood dripping from the mouth. Raph whispered at first, but his emotions got the best of him.

“No….no, no, no, no, NO, NO!”

He was panicking, crawling towards him. He flipped Leo onto his back, his hand resting on the Slider’s chest.

“Come on, Leo. Wake up. Just open your eyes, for us. For me please?”

Leo didn’t respond. Raph, out of desperation, gently lifted the body using his forearm. Leo’s head only swung toward the ground as his brother held him from his shoulders. Raph gently shook him and tried again.

“Don’t worry Leo. Raph’s got ya now. How about we get out of here, yeah?”

Still, no response. Raph tried to shake him again, this time begging, “Leo, COME ON! Just get up, please??”

When the dead silence met him again, Raph broke down. He pulled Leo’s shoulder against his chest so the Slider’s head rested sideways under the crook of his neck. He was in denial, clutching the cold corpse tighter. How?! He wondered. If only I could have listened to Leo…oh god, Leo. I’m so sorry.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry..” Raph mumbled, resting his cheek on Leo’s. Ever so slowly, he began to rock the body back and forth, just like he used to when Leo was a tot. He couldn't speak anymore, How could he? He just killed his baby brother. He couldn't bring him back, no madder how hard he tried. So, he just sliently sat there on the bridge, gently cradling his brother for god knows how long. After what feels like an eternity, Raph began to set the body down, trying to make sure he was as gentle as he possibly could. If Leo was breathing, he'd probably be joking about how caring Raph was acting. But, this wasn't any act. Leo wasn't breathing anymore.

Still latched onto the vines, Donnie stared. His eyes were wide in fear. He had always been the genius. He was the one who could handle anything. That's what people though anyway. But this, this was different. He was tied up, watching his older brother cradle and rock Leo’s dead body. Voices kept playing in his head: no, no, no, no, no, no. He shut his eyes…

GASP!

Donnie awoke from that dreadful sleep, shaking. As he calmed his breathing down, he grabbed his phone to called his brother in blue.

“Ah, it was only a dream.”

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pisceancryptid · 5 years

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IT IS DONE.

and now for her info copypasted other postings of it bc i havent slept all night and im too lazy to retype

Name: Artemisia Nicknames: Ar, Art, Artie, Artemis, Tem, Temmie Species: Hawksbill Sea Turtle Age: same as Donnie and Leo (disaster triplets!) Team color: Teal, but her powers are yellow Mystic Weapon: single warglaive with a spirit familiar, takes the form of an owl. the glaive can split into dual khopesh

A fantastic swimmer, no one on the team can beat her in the water. shes also pretty fast on land but not as fast as leo.

her weapon is based on the demon hunter warglaive from warcraft, and it have a spirit tied to it that takes the form of an owl. She named him Soren! the owl spirit is basically a familiar, Art can see through the owl’s eyes and use it as a scout, or even utilize a type of spirit fusion ability to enhance herself, granting herself spectral (but still functional) wings, talons, and enhanced senses. this ability is tiring to use at first, but over a long time it becomes easier and more versatile. when she uses this ability her color scheme becomes dark and glowy, and her eyes glow white.

i use she a lot but Tem is actually nonbinary and really doesnt care about what pronouns people use for her! Splinter includes her as one of his “sons” and she really doesnt mind at all.

Personality wise Tem is overall very cheerful, she loves puns and bad jokes (especially seeing the groans in response to them) and is a bit mischievous! For hobbies she loves playing video games, computer or console. World of Warcraft is her main game on PC, with donnie's help she made a very advanced custom rig. Besides PC her favorites are Nintendo games and kingdom hearts. Has a tendency to hyper fixate and ramble. A lot. She also collects rocks, especially ones that flouresce and has quite a few rock gardens/display shelves in her room.

The snark is very strong with this one as well, and she does have a mean streak when she gets really upset. Also very salty at times. While overall cheerful she does have her quiet days where she just stays by herself to recharge, but is also prone to depressive episodes.

and there she is! Feel free to draw her if you guys like her, that is what the refsheet is for after all!

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #tmnt 2018 #IM SO GODDAMN PROUD OF THIS #LIKE #REALLY #IM DEAD BUT IM SO PROUD OF ME

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skyephilosopher · 7 years

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Do You?

I’m awful. Part 1: https://skyephilosopher.tumblr.com/post/158175350713/understand Optional Part 2: https://skyephilosopher.tumblr.com/post/159241914718/why-dont-you Archive of Our Own, if preferred: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10188839/chapters/23562171#chapter_3_endnotes DeviantArt, but who prefers DeviantArt?: http://skyephilosopher.deviantart.com/art/Do-You-675347364 ____________________________

Donnie glanced up from washing his left forelimb as he heard the shuffle of approaching feet and caught the irony scent of meat, mingled with some fainter, fresher smell he determined to be water. He didn’t resume, instead shifting to better watch them enter.

Shortly, they came- Leo and Raph. No Mikey this time. Which, he supposed, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Donnie hadn’t seen much of Raph and Leo since the training session… When had that been? He had lost all track of time. Oh well. It was nice to see them anyway.

Raph said something while Donnie was distracted, maybe, “Hey, Donnie.” He thought it sounded appropriate. Leo only smiled rather weakly, and Donnie could sense the underlying anxiety and headache. He could only imagine the dark circles concealed behind his blue mask. Underneath Donnie’s stare, Leo seemed to attempt suppressing the dull weariness in his eyes.

“Hey,” he muttered. As Donnie rumbled a greeting, warm as the guttural sound could possibly be, the smiled quirked up, just a bit.

They sat down, pushing forward the paper plate on which the meat rested. Just like last time.

His head bowed, Donnie began snapping up the chunks. They were not the freshest, he noted. They were cold and had some distinct metallic tang not from the meat itself. It definitely didn’t taste how instinct told him it should. However, it was still far better than… pizza? Is that what it was called? He had heard it a few times. It could be safely assumed the soggy cardboard was pizza.

As he ate, he kept an ear on his brothers’ low, murmuring conversation, listening for any words he could recognize and any new words he could learn. Certainly, he easily distinguished all the familiar names (Leo, Raph, Splinter, etc.) and some newer words he had recently picked up on, like “he” and “she” and countless others. Unfortunately, though, the language was still primarily gibberish, almost none of the more complex words making any sense. Even a lot of words with far fewer syllables were yet a mystery.

That didn't mean Donnie didn't try.

He had come more to terms with their anguish. Understood it more. He tried to comprehend what they said. He tried so hard. He was supposed to understand. And, now, when he failed, he felt… horrible, for lack of a proper term.

“I… Donnie was more…”

He lifted his head at his name, swiping his tongue over his jaws. Once he determined it was nothing, he hastily finished the meat and licked the plate, trying to get the small bit of myoglobin and water that had seeped from the raw chunks. Very quickly, he had nudged the plate out of his neck’s reach, and Raph then took it despite Donnie's brief protest.

It was quickly forgotten as he was presented with a Tupperware bowl of water. Eagerly, he lapped it up. As with the meat, it was not the freshest, and it had still a metallic tang, but he had gradually grown accustomed to the taste. It was water, anyway.

Donnie paused upon hearing an awfully familiar word within his brothers’ conversation. Raph spoke it with cold anger, his fists tight and his green eyes stormy and sparking. Leo then murmured, collected in his manner.

Raph snarled, pressing roughly his fist into his palm. Leo reached out and took his arm. His tone was sharp, but his eyes were in agreement. He frowned, nodding his head toward Donnie.

When Raph looked to him, he crumbled a bit in expression. “It'll be okay, Donnie,” he muttered, and Donnie could understand it well enough.

Of course it'll be okay, he thought. Why wouldn't it? He broke eye contact to crane his head back, rasping his tongue over the healing grazes on that shoulder as they began to itch.

Later that day, the girl- April- had come in, accompanying all of them, including Splinter. After eying her warily, Donnie snorted and went back to picking at his nails, seeing as strict repercussion followed clawing the far more appealing tree. Claw maintenance had to be attended to by teeth.

“What’re you doing?” Mikey laughed softly, coming next to his brother to rest by his right shoulder. Donnie supposed he must look a bit funny, chewing insistently.

April spoke then, her words quick and carrying some kind of concern. Donnie gave her a sideways glance, pausing his biting to swipe his tongue over the particularly difficult talon. He was rather rudely interrupted by Splinter pulling his limb down, his reddish eyes set on his paw.

Donnie grumbled, uncomfortably trying to tug his arm back as he inspected the area surrounding the claws. Finally, with one jerk, Donnie gave an agitated growl, inching back before once more resuming his attempt to remove it of the old sheath, his tail lashing.

Splinter released an exasperated sigh, appearing only remotely hurt. “Donatello,” he rasped, using the name Donnie had only recently connected to himself. He said something else next, but Donnie only caught bits. Though, he understood well enough once Splinter stepped forward.

Donnie curled his lip back, hauling himself to his feet to turn and collapse back down. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

He stiffened when Leo’s finger brushed his arm but shortly relaxed once Leo murmured- not to Donnie, perhaps, but it was generally a kind thing and always found a way to mollify him.

“Nope,” Casey said in response, throwing himself against Donnie’s side. He couldn’t think how it could possibly be comfortable with his carapace digging into his neck. Mikey was more reasonable, re-establishing his place leaning on Donnie’s arm.

Donnie had thought they had come to train as per usual. Though, as they settled all around and near him, they showed no intention of rousing, the wide conversation quiet in tone.

As his muscles began to ache, Donnie surrendered and at last lowered his arm; he would bother with it later. He allowed his head to sink too, the comforting drone of familiar voices lulling him. Donnie felt no need to combat the sensation, and their murmurs steadily faded.

Once Donnie had been roused by Mikey’s movement, he found it difficult fall back into the deeper territory of slumber. He slipped in and out of consciousness, in and out of a pleasant drowse.

After a bit of this, he gave a huff, rising a bit in a luxurious stretch, his claw flexing. Without breaking off the continuous low noise, he arched his back. He only flopped back down with a sigh once the stiffness eased.

Deciding he did not want to sleep anymore, Donnie resumed the arduous process- on his other hand, utterly frustrated and done with the last on his other- while the five that had been pressed against him resettled.

April again muttered something with concern. Donnie rumbled but did not resist as Leo began examining his resting hand.

“It looks fine,” he muttered, adding something he didn’t quite get. He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, rubbing Donnie’s arm for a few moments before turning back toward the others. He repeated, “It looks fine.”

When Donnie started to work on the last claw on his right hand was when something said that he missed brought fear and anger into his nostrils. His tail flicked with irritation at the acrid scents, frequently connecting with Raph’s carapace until he, grumbling, inched forward. Despite his annoyance- pulsing fainter-, he lowered his head and nudged both Leo and Mikey, the two closest. All the dread and fear and umbrage was making Donnie uneasy and nervous, not including concerned.

“It’s okay.” Mikey reached over a troubled Leo to Donnie a quick scratch(?)- they didn’t really have nails- under his chin. And, while Donnie purred, he was far from reassured, seeing Leo’s brooding face and Raph’s glower and Mikey’s heavy eyes despite his smile; Splinter’s narrowed eyes and April’s slumped shoulders and Casey’s scowl.

Once Mikey had pulled away, Donnie didn’t end his purring, continuing more to comfort himself than to express pleasure.

What’s wrong? Donnie wondered. Why are they always so tense?

I didn’t know it could get worse.

Donnie grumbled, passing a hand over his snout. The foul stench impossibly exceeded yesterday's. What were they doing behind those big doors he was absolutely not allowed to enter?

Donnie took in a deep breath through his mouth, hauling himself to his feet and slinking as lightly as he could toward the “dojo” entrance. His cheek brushing the wall, he peered out and blinked in surprise. The common room was actually empty and silent.

Something was up for sure.

Still trying to remain unheard, he slithered down the steps and crept toward the doors, wrinkling his nose as the stench grew stronger. Breathing through his parted jaws, he tried once to nudge to doors open.

Surprise.

They didn’t budge.

He butted it with his head, lightly. Then, once it failed, he pushed himself against the doors. He tumbled forward onto his side with a cry of dismay as someone opened them faster than he could move.

“Donnie!” Raph gave an exasperated huff. “You know—” He was interrupted by Donnie's excited crow as he caught sight of the interior of the room, his eyes set on a particular canister of bubbling liquid. Easily the source of the fetor.

But, as he went to shoulder his way in, he was shoved firmly back by Raph, who ignored his yelp and following whine of protest.

“Donnie, no,” Raph growled. “I…, if you knew what you were doing, you'd be so embarrassed.” Donnie was proud to know “embarrassed” and disregarded the rest of the sentence. He instead lifted his head, looking over the group. Mikey was absent and- who were they?

Strangers Donnie didn't know. As he bared his teeth and snarled, Raph gave him another shove. “Go back to the dojo.”

Why aren't they worried? he thought, brushing off Raph's gruffness and taking a stiff-legged step forward. They're intruders.

From somewhere came a noise of surprise from Mikey, but Donnie still hadn't expected his hand on his arm. Jerking, Donnie whipped his head right. Blinking, Mikey said something to Raph and then louder to him, “Come on, Donnie. You're making… look bad… in front of… well.”

Donnie huffed. Fine. If they're not worried, why should I be? Despite the thought, severe suspicion still pricked his mind.

Again in a sour mood, he snapped at Mikey when he pulled on his arm and stalked back to the dojo.

From behind him, he heard low murmuring and then Raph's, “I'm sorry!” and Mikey's footsteps as he followed.

He took the steps leading into the dojo in one bound and curled himself around the tree, proceeding to glower at the wall until Mikey entered.

“Everybody's in a bad mood,” Mikey told him, holding out a cautious hand. “It's not your fault.” He began stroking the bridge of Donnie's snout. Taking a deep breath- and grumbling once the the acrid scent entered his nostrils further- Donnie allowed himself to relax.

“It'll get better,” he promised, patting his head thrice before standing. “Don't let them get to you.”

Though Donnie understood the words, he didn't know the overall meaning of “get to you.”

“What do you think Donnie's doing right now?” Leo asked before reluctantly accepting the offered spoonful of thick, brown soup. He hummed. “That’s actually pretty good!” he said. “Just maybe add some more salt.”

“Not salt. I’m trying to stay away from salt,” Mikey replied. “I’ve already used a ton of salt. I’m trying to be more… diverse.” His eyes lit up as he uttered the last word. Then, twisting his mouth into a wry grin, he said, “Probably breathing down Splinter’s back while he meditates.”

Leo suppressed a shudder. “His breath is so cold. It’s usually warm so close, but his is just… cold.”

“Yeah,” Mikey muttered. He took another spoonful of the soup and added some seasoning that had no label. Shortly, after swallowing, he made a face and spat into the sink.

Leo suppressed an amused chuckle as he fished through their fridge for a bottle of water, tossing it to his flustered brother once found. He promptly took a swig, and, afterward, wiped his mouth on his arm.

“Bleh. That’s not going in there.”

“No?”

“Nah.”

“You should experiment like this more,” Leo said after a pause. “It really is good.”

Mikey grinned. “You think?”

Before Leo could respond, Raph came in. “Splinter wants us in the dojo.”

Leo asked, “Isn’t is a little late to train? It’s almost time for patrol.”

“He didn’t say anything about training.” Raph shrugged.

Briskly, Mikey turned off the stove and secured the pot’s lid before hurrying after his older brothers.

Splinter kneeled in the near center, with Donnie off a bit. He seemed about to slip into a doze, his eyes about closed and his head slowly sinking. Suddenly, he shifted, tucking his forelimbs under him and bringing his head up to chirr a thick, sleepy greeting. Then, appearing satisfied with their smiles, he went on nodding off.

Splinter stood, dragging his three attentive sons’ gaze to him. Letting out a soft sigh, he then asked, “You all have been quite cautious, yes?”

“Of course!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Muckman’s been trying to cover us again,” Leo added more solemnly. “It’s a bit harder this time because of Donnie, he said, but he thinks he’s done it.”

He nodded, closing his eyes. After a moment, he said, “I want you to take Donatello with you on your patrol.” At his name, Donnie's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

“Donnie?”

“Donatello,” Splinter agreed. “I have heard of your plans. Donatello may prove useful if he can recall the information,” he added. “Also, Donatello needs the exercise. He has been idle far too long.”

Protest was futile, they soon learned. Donnie was, without a doubt, coming with them.

They beckoned to their bewildered brother. Once he had approached, they set off toward the turnstiles after bidding their father a goodbye.

It took some coaxing to get Donnie passed the turnstiles, and then a lot more after to get him to follow them through the tunnels toward the rendezvous.

Donnie kept low, maneuvering himself as gracefully as he could manage within the confined and congested alleys. More than once had he considering balking at making the journey. But, with their faces ranging from grim determination to anxiety to faint hope, he didn’t think they needed his obstinacy as an obstacle.Curious was he too, to see where they were headed. Perhaps the trip would be worth the exertion.

They came to another dead-end, and, recalling past Leo’s dismay, Donnie hung back and waited for his brother to climb up.

Leo turned back and uttered something harsh, his eyes on the four others below him. Raph gave an angry retort, leaping up to meet Leo.

Donnie cocked his head, staring up with wide, concerned eyes. They always fought. Why did they fight so much? Why did the others just let it happen?

As Mikey interrupted them, Donnie blinked. Not this time, it seemed. Donnie fell to his haunches, observing silently. He suppressed the urge to unsheathe his talons and scrape them against the asphalt. Wherever they were headed, it was a place where he would need the acute edges to defend himself well. He couldn't fight with blunt claws. If it meant pain and discomfort to keep them completely tucked in, so be it.

At last, now with all five up, it was his turn.

Donnie hauled himself up, keeping his guttural noises of effort quiet as possible. It would be so much easier to leap, and this took so much more physical exertion and energy. But it was more silent, and Donnie remembered the first time he had scaled a roof.

Once on the roof, Donnie felt exposed. With prior experience, rightfully so. Donnie's plastron brushed and rubbed against the concrete as he crouched, looking for Leo or someone to decide a direction. He swallowed thickly, pulling his tail closer, the tip of it flicking.

Donnie's head rose as he scanned the near area. Quickly, he noticed their eyes frequently wandering to a towering building of gray. He recognized it shortly to be the place from which he followed them home.

Was that where they were going? Donnie glanced down toward the humans below. It had to be, the way they were glowering. His patience at last worn, Donnie slipped around them and slithered into an alley sheltered by the buildings at all sides but one.

“Let him,” he heard Leo murmur as they stared down at him. “It's better down there.” At the sight of their present apathy, Donnie rumbled and stretched out, careful not to graze his limbs once more against the asphalt.

Though, quickly, he was called back into reality, Casey nudging him with a foot. Donnie bared his teeth, swiping at him with yet sheathed claws and a growl, making quite sure he did not connect.

“Donnie!” Leo's voice was sharp. Donnie flinched, turning to him a confused and hurt stare. The playful spark in his chest died.

“He was…!” Mikey exclaimed, using a word Donnie had never heard. Leo sighed, replying tolerantly.

Casey lightly punched Donnie's arm. “Later,” he murmured as Leo turned to speak to April.

Donnie growled, shouldering past them and hastily pulling himself up onto an adjacent roof, far more sheltered with a small, stone border surrounding the perimeter and a water tower. Raph chuckled as he turned around to stare down at them. Donnie snorted, swiveling and heading toward the water tower to investigate the strange, metallic scent emanated by it.

As Donnie stalked beside them, he tried searching for familiar buildings or alleys. None were found. Maybe we're coming from a different way?

As they neared, the fear-scent grew stronger, all amalgamating and melting together so Donnie couldn't distinguish any of the owners. He couldn't really understand their fear. For him, it had a more positive connotation.

“Donnie, stay,” Raph warned after sharing a glance with Leo. “We'll be back.” Donnie blinked. Why? He didn't want to be left alone! But he pressed himself against the roof as they left, trying to quash the anxiety churning in his stomach. He forced his breaths to remain even.

However, at last, his anxiety pushed him forward to peer over the edge. Below was his family. Warmth swelled in his chest before he ducked back to avoid being spotted.

They'd never leave me. The thought elicited a purr from the large mutant. Never.

He was still caught in such hearty thoughts that, when Mikey came to retrieve him, Donnie crept up to him and pushed his head against his plastron, rumbling affectionately.

Mikey reacted with a mildly surprised, soft chuckle. “Hey, Don,” he murmured as he met Donnie’s head, placing his hands on his cheeks momentarily before pulling away. “C’mon. We gotta go.” Donnie fought down a noise of protest and followed his brother.

As they joined them, Leo put a finger to his lips and led them in. Donnie hesitated, huffed, and then squeezed through; it was not as tight as the other doorway.

Instantly, he was bombarded with a myriad of scents, a majority unfamiliar. The hazy stench of the city had almost been swallowed by the alien odors. Donnie halted abruptly, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to comprehend everything. Raph looked back at him. Donnie grimaced and pushed himself to creep forward, trying to block it all out. Too much.

Even for him, it was dark. Just… dark. Shadows lurked and danced in the far corners and along the distant walls; shadows his eyesight couldn’t penetrate. He jerked with a shudder and darted forward, running into April as he glanced around uneasily.

Her arm shot out, steadying an unbalanced Casey as well as herself. She then turned and whispered, “Donnie?—Donnie, shh, it’s okay.” Reluctantly, she reached out and brushed his limb. He didn’t take too much notice, his head whipping forward as a particularly disturbing sound reverberated down the hall.

“God…” Leo breathed, looking back to them. “Is he okay?”

“I think he’s just…”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Mikey murmured in response, getting the word just fine. “It is…”

Donnie shook his head as the sound repeated. It wasn’t anything alive, he now realized, but a grating scrape. Leo, frowning, beckoned them onward. Donnie swallowed thickly and complied, though he felt better when Leo also offered him a reassuring smile and Casey gave him a glance with worry.

Upon reaching the end of the hall, April gave Donnie a small shove back. He was too alarmed to mind.

Those cloaked, black things were dead the last time Donnie was here, not patrolling and heaving crates on carts! And there weren’t so many… Did the zombies repopulate?

They weren’t of organic material. That Donnie could sense. The fact only added more to the uncanniness and to his fear. His breaths growing short and heavy, Donnie began to inch back.

“Oh—” Leo shouldered past them, coming to his brother. “Donnie,” Leo said, “stay.” Leo gazed evenly into his eyes. “Stay.” Before Donnie could respond, he whirled around and gave some brisk orders. Very soon, Donnie was alone.

Donnie kept to the same spot, huddling there until the cries of battle broke out, and he scuttled back more.

Are they getting hurt?

Anger sparked in his chest at the idea. A sudden flow of courage pushed him forward, though he was startled by one of the cloaked monsters connecting by a very near wall. Donnie released a yelp, jerking right. Too late had he realized he had caught the attention of others, and he was not able to defend himself before one lashed out, striking Donnie’s snout with blunt force. Again, Donnie let out a cry, knocked into the other wall.

He fought to regain proper vision, shaking his head madly. Once he did, however, he froze in terror, rigid and wide-eyed. Since when did they boast multiple arms tipped with weapons?!

As they lunged, Donnie's mind erupted with panic. Every instinct and muscle screamed at him to him to run, to dodge, to lash out, to just do something- but his body refused to respond accordingly.

“Donnie!” Three, strange, small weapons flew from nowhere, incapacitating the monsters before they had the chance to make a mark. Donnie jolted from his stupor, lurching back as they skidded toward him, sparking. He released a shaky, hoarse exhale, looking up to see Raph dive back into the fight.

Leo’s cry drew his attention away from Raph, and Donnie bared his teeth at the sight. The monsters were hurting them. Of course they were. They were monsters. The surge of courage and fury returned with a fiery passion.

No! The word exploded into his mind as he propelled himself forward. With a furious roar, Donnie reared back and brought his hands down, slamming them into the two stupid creatures who had been attempting to sneak up on Mikey. He whirled around with a suppressed noise of shock, utterly abandoning his attack on the three who had been facing him. Donnie shouldered Mikey away and swiped the monsters away.

“Donnie?” Mikey croaked, but the former was already bounding away to rend more.

He tried to focus on helping his family and not the burning lacerations being slashed into his flesh as he lashed out blindly, relying more on instinct than intuition to lead him to victory. The adrenaline and the rage churning in his stomach helped to fuel him, pushing him forward despite his injuries. But, at last, one particular wound sent him reeling back and howling in his built-up agony.

He trembled in that spot, blood trailing down into his eyes so he could not see. Only when he heard a grunt and then his name being called did he try to wipe the blood from his eyes to recover his vision. He merely got one free, and he opened it promptly to see April standing over the creature.

“Donnie!” she repeated, coming over to him. “Are you okay?” Donnie whined and shook his head like he’d seen his family sometimes do, attempting to rub his other eye.

“Hold on,” she muttered, taking down two others before tearing some fabric from her sleeve and approaching him. He allowed her to swab the cut and wipe the less dry blood from his eye, hissing with the sting the former prompted.

He pulled away finally, content with the condition of his wound. The urge to fight and defend yet pulsed within him. But, then, Leo yelled over the din, and April called out to Donnie and managed to pull him back. But not before he lunged forward and destroyed multiple monsters.

Gently and cautiously, April once more reached out, pressing her index fingers and middle fingers onto his temple. Donnie immediately stiffened and stifled a growl. “It’s all right,” she promised, but Donnie knew what was coming and didn’t believe her.

Proving him right, the searing agony burst, perhaps less intense at once than last time, but steadily growing in severity. But, then… images began flashing in his mind, burning into his memory and escalating the anguish all at once. The last of his curiosity crushed, he wrenched away with a drawn-out, guttural cry, stumbling far back. His limbs gave out beneath him.

“Donnie.” Through the haze, he recognized Mikey’s scent and voice. “Donnie…” He felt his brother’s hands fall on his neck, bringing his head down. “Are you okay?”

Those words have been said too much tonight, Donnie thought, trying to even out his breaths.

Suddenly, Mikey’s presence vanished, for a moment, and Donnie heard a hiss. Then, as if he had never gone, he was back. Donnie forced his eyes open and blearily glanced left, catching sight of April swept up in battle. After a short second, he turned back to his brother and was concerned to see several bruises and small cuts. That’s what that smell was. Blood; irony, like raw meat, but more pure, distinct, and acrid.

As Mikey briskly looked over him, more than once gazing momentarily into his eyes, the images transferred by April relentlessly flickered into Donnie’s mind. He tried further to comprehend it all, his pupils dilating with the level of concentration.

He saw his brothers in nearly every one. Splinter sometimes. April and Casey too; the former was more frequent in the few captured moments. But, there was a fourth turtle-human, one he did not recogn-

What…?

“Donnie, what’s wrong?”

He stared almost vacantly at the ground, the realization hitting him like a fierce blow.

Oh, god…

Donnie shot up, only half-acknowledging he had knocked Mikey aside. He staggered away, his legs still weak. His breaths were now ragged and guttural and so wrong he sounded like some animal. Looking down at his hands, smeared with red he did not know the origin of, he thought, Maybe I am.

“Donnie, what’s wrong?” Mikey demanded, though his voice wavered.

“Mi-keee-”

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Mulan Review: Loyal, Brave, and True Enough

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In Disney’s 1998 animated film Mulan, the titular heroine’s mantra is that she will “bring honor to us all,” even if she must do so by unconventional means. The line is so tied to that movie that no doubt you now have the matchmaker’s musical number stuck in your head. And when the trailer for the live-action remake was first revealed, star Liu Yifei’s intonation of those same words were audiences’ first indication that the new movie would honor the spirit of its predecessor. However, the 2020 film expands that mantra into three specific virtues: loyal, brave, and true, which guide Hua Mulan (Liu) from the family in which she is a misfit, to the Imperial Army in her father’s armor, to a showdown with the encroaching Rouran threat.

It’s also a handy metaphor for how Disney approached remaking both the beloved (if imperfect and Westernized) animated film, as well as the Chinese legend itself: by building out the more simplistic themes from the 1998 adaptation into a multifaceted dilemma for today’s Mulan regarding her place in the world. After all, while our protagonist is clearly brave and loyal, her subterfuge bars her from being true—lending a surprising yet welcome solemnity to the live-action film, while still capturing some of the whimsy for nostalgic audiences. It’s a difficult edge to walk, updating the story while satisfying those who still belt out “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” at nerd karaoke. Mulan doesn’t entirely succeed, but the fact that, like its heroine, it tries is invaluable.

The “Chinese-assisting production” has already stumbled, Disney falling prey to its own Western biases again in placing Mulan in both the wrong region and time period. With that in mind, the bones of the story are much the same: As the Rourans (replacing the Huns) threaten to invade China, the Emperor (Jet Li) calls upon every family to produce one man to join the fight. Blessed as he is with two daughters, disabled veteran Hua Zhou (Tzi Ma) is ready to take up his sword again, knowing he will not return. Instead, Mulan steals his sword and armor in the night and goes in his place. Her father, fearing for his daughter’s life more than the family’s honor, sends their ancestral phoenix after her for protection (replacing Eddie Murphy’s wisecracking dragon Mushu).

Disney made it clear from the first announcement that this Mulan would not be a musical, which automatically takes away a lot of the levity. Without those breezy numbers to break up the narrative, this is a rather grim tale of the looming threat of war as well as the more immediate danger of what will happen to Mulan if she is found out. An interesting dimension that the remake adds is the notion of qi: a special power that Mulan learns at a young age to hide, even moreso than her tomboy tendencies. It makes Mulan doubly unconventional, while setting up fascinating parallels with her true enemy: Gong Li’s warrior witch Xiannang, rather than the all-bark-and-no-bite Rouran leader Böri Khan (Jason Scott Lee).

But before that inevitable confrontation, they have to make a man out of her.

The absence of the musical numbers is felt more keenly in some places than others. This version maintains some of the irreverence of the training camp, the dark suspense of the Rourans’ approach, the somber strings of Mulan pondering how to be the perfect daughter and the soaring strains when she figures out how. But there is not the same musical framework, so that these moments feel like they occur in a vacuum. This is especially the case for the reiterations of “Reflection,” animated Mulan’s “I want” song (which live-action Mulan never sings) yet so recognizable that the audience has a Pavlovian response whenever it scores Mulan’s especially daring moves.

Loyal, brave, and true are the characters etched onto Hua Zhou’s blade, and the standard to which Mulan holds herself while at the Imperial Army’s training camp. Knowing that she can never be true and making her uneasy peace with that dishonesty—even as Commander Tung (Donnie Yen) reminds the trainees that the penalty for deceit is expulsion—she pushes herself to wholly embody the other two. This focus sacrifices some of the Mulan-failing-as-a-man slapstick of the animated film in favor of a nobler arc; unfortunately, all the focus on her being loyal and brave makes it less important for her to be true. At one point, the movie seems to shrug and basically quote Meat Loaf: Two out of three ain’t bad.

This partly manifests in the decision to split the character of Commander Li Shang into two personas: father figure Commander Tung, who encourages Mulan’s use of qi; and love interest Honghui (Yoson An), a fellow recruit who seems ready to follow her into battle from their first meeting. Splitting Mulan’s attention between two men she wants to impress for very different reasons ultimately undercuts the stakes of her disguise, because even when one doubts her sincerity, the other will still see the truth.

The most exciting addition to the story is Xianniang, who coolly shapeshifts from falcon to Imperial Army soldier to herself, wielding fearsomely sharp talon-nails and mastery of the forbidden qi. She is a clear foil to Mulan, down to how she embraces her magic where the other woman has always hidden hers; there is literally a “we are not so different, you and I” scene between them. Xianniang brings the much-needed fury that Mulan has always lacked, the ire of a woman trapped within what men determine is her proper place—mustering her own power within those limitations, but still constrained.

It will likely come as no surprise that the strongest scenes between the two women, which allow the live-action film to suddenly pass the Bechdel test with flying colors, occur during their early showdowns. By the time Mulan is racing toward the destiny we already know she will fulfill, Xian Lang’s story unfortunately reverts to familiar, ultimately undermining, tropes.

Alternatively, Mulan also has a sister in this version: Xiu (Xana Tang), whose sole purpose seems to be to represent the “perfect daughter” that her parents want, but also the physical manifestation of who Mulan is fighting for. Except Xiu is hardly in the film except in the start and end, and she and Mulan talk of little other than matchmaking and (charmingly) spiders. Ultimately, keeping Mulan an only child was the better bet.

That advice applies to the film overall: In adding in so many extra characters while still following the general throughline established by the animated version, this remake hinders itself with the need to leap from plot beat to plot beat. Often that makes for a faster-than-ideal narrative in which we see Mulan overcome sexism (except that we got too few first-act examples of such) and gain the respect of her fellow soldiers and her emperor (only, she doesn’t seem to have done much more than be a woman with a sword who refuses to back down).

And yet, those are the moments that best distill the live-action Mulan to its essence. The dazzlingly choreographed fight scenes are a marked improvement over the animated film’s stylized sequences in that they better highlight Mulan’s cleverness and resourcefulness. Her fighting may be amplified by qi, but she would not succeed as often as she does if she were not constantly observing surfaces upon which to jump, or objects to turn into weapons—finding new uses for everything within her reach.

The live-action Mulan easily stands on its own, and earns its way into the Disney canon less through inventive musical numbers and more through a very 2020-appropriate interrogation of how women can break out of their traditional roles. Yet it’s still not as subversive as it could be, and still represents a Western movie studio’s blind spots about Chinese culture. Hopefully improving both of these aspects will be the destiny of the inevitable 2040 remake, but for now, this new retelling without a doubt presents a worthy role model for young girls and boys.

Mulan premieres on Disney+ on September 4.

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xXx: Return of Xander Cage Free Full HD watch online & movie trailer

Release Year: 2017

Rating: 5.2/10 ( voted)

Critic's Score: /100

Director: D.J. Caruso

Stars: Vin Diesel, Donnie Yen, Deepika Padukone

Storyline Extreme athlete turned government operative Xander Cage (Vin Diesel) comes out of self-imposed exile, thought to be long dead, and is set on a collision course with deadly alpha warrior Xiang (Donnie Yen) and his team in a race to recover a sinister and seemingly unstoppable weapon known as Pandora's Box. Recruiting an all-new group of thrill-seeking cohorts, Xander finds himself enmeshed in a deadly conspiracy that points to collusion at the highest levels of world governments.

Writers: Rich Wilkes, F. Scott Frazier, Vin Diesel, Donnie Yen, Deepika Padukone, Vin Diesel, Donnie Yen, Deepika Padukone, Kris Wu, Ruby Rose, Tony Jaa, Nina Dobrev, Rory McCann, Toni Collette, Samuel L. Jackson, Ice Cube, Hermione Corfield, Tony Gonzalez, Michael Bisping, Al Sapienza, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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Country: USA

Language: English, Russian, Portuguese, Spanish, Filipino

Release Date: 3 Jan 2017

Filming Locations: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

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Opening Weekend: $20,130,142

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Gross: $44,739,591

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Runtime: 107 min

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Trivia: Samuel L. Jackson and Vin Diesel have roles in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Nick Fury in Iron Man (2008), Iron Man 2 (2010), Captain America: The First Avenger (2011), The Avengers (2012), Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), and Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) and as Groot in Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017), respectively. Also, Donnie Yen appeared in a Marvel film as Snowman in Blade II (2002). See more »

Goofs: In the final few minutes when the cargo plan is in a nosedive, everyone in the plane is suspended in midair as if there's zero gravity when in fact they're heading towards the ground. The plane nosediving towards the ground would cause weightlessness for a brief period (this is exactly what the Vomit Comet does over the Gulf of Mexico), but what is shown in film is too long for that period of weightlessness. See more »

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Rating: 2/10 Been cursing myself to have watched such mindless video game movie.

Deepika Padukone is completely misfit and she looks awkward for most of the screen time. Vin Diesel should stick to Fast and Furious franchise, 2002 XXX was much better. Rest of the star cast is assembled to just please the producers "Shanghai Movies".

There is no story, no screenplay, improper acting, it seems like director has wasted his most of the time in VFX labs than on actual story and screenplay.

Disgraceful start to 2017, if you want to watch mindless graphical action, better play video game. Disappointed to the core, save your time, money and if you still want to see then be ready to curse yourself…backed by big production house, critics and fake reviews will start floating soon appreciating the movie, beware.

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Bauhaus es, para el mundo del llamado post punk, una de sus piedras angulares si no es que el cimiento mismo, más en el caso específico de México es uno de esos mitos que fueron la base de la onda obscura en la década de los 80 pues, si bien se puede dar testimonio de música y manifestaciones artísticas de similar tendencia, lo cierto es que la gran mayoría no son sino el reflejo de aquello que aconteció años antes, más si bien es prueba de la fuerza creativa de la banda y su influencia pues en sus años de ausencia es cuando su seguidores se multiplicaron en mayor número.

Las historias que se contaban en aquellos años eran repetidas de manera casi canónica, de generación en generación para ser preservadas casi en su integridad gracias a la transmisión oral, creando diferentes cánones de acuerdo a quien la redactara o donde la hubiese escuchado.

Bueno, tal es la historia que se puede contar respecto a gran parte de la música originada en otros países antes de la llegada del internet o la tan satanizada y satirizada “globalización” que, con sus prácticas comerciales, hace accesibles viajes y objetos que en otros tiempos eran solo un sueño.

Así las cosas, mitos han sido desmentidos para ser reemplazados por otros más apegados a los distintos hitos de Bauhaus y, si bien, nadie tendrá nunca la historia completa, este 16 de Marzo los fans de la banda podrán tener en sus manos un gran acercamiento a esta de la mano de Kevin Haskins, quien tiene en Bauhaus – Undead un documento que retrata a estos íconos pop.

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El cofundador de Bauhaus, Kevin Haskins, lanzará el ‘Bauhaus – Undead’ Art Book a través de Cleopatra Records

El miembro de Bauhaus Kevin Haskins lanzará ‘Bauhaus – Undead: The Visual History and Legacy of Bauhaus‘ el 16 de marzo a través de Cleopatra Records. Si bien este es un exquisito y elegante libro de mesa de lujo, también es un viaje histórico e íntimo a través del desarrollo de esta banda innovadora desde la perspectiva y los recuerdos de uno de los miembros fundadores del cuarteto.

Cuidadosamente curado de una colección de recuerdos en gran parte inaccesible y combinado con recuerdos personales del miembro original y autor Kevin Haskins, este hermoso y lujoso libro de mesa (10 ” x 13 ” en 316 páginas) lleva a los lectores en un viaje visual de las bandas inicio a finales de 1978 hasta su separación en 1983, su exitosa reintegración en 1998 y su eventual actuación legendaria en el Festival de Música de Coachella en 2005.

Bauhaus es uno de los pocos grupos de la era post-punk en lograr un estatus verdaderamente mítico con un rico legado de actuaciones artísticas, intemporales, de rock oscuro y teatrales. Bauhaus siempre ha sido y sigue siendo un vínculo fundamental en la evolución y la revolución de la música contemporánea.

‘Bauhaus – Undead’ presenta historias originales escritas por Kevin Haskins sobre momentos conmovedores y a veces divertidos a lo largo de la carrera sagrada de la banda, así como materiales en gran parte inaccesibles, como fotografías de la colección personal de Kevin, ilustraciones y bocetos de la banda, volantes hechos por ellos mismos, pases para camerinos, carteles, listas, contratos, talones de boletos, material del club de fans, botones, su calendario de grabación, fotos vintage, itinerarios de gira, cartas, una historieta de Bauhaus y letras escritas a mano.

Kevin ha trabajado con el impresionante equipo de diseño de Jeff Anderson de Artist In Residence y Donny Phillips y Kaylee Carrington de KIHL Studio. El diseño único refleja los orígenes de la escuela de arte y estética que caracterizara a la banda. Este es un homenaje apropiado y una celebración del legado creado por este grupo revolucionario.

Bauhaus fue formado por Daniel Ash en la pequeña ciudad industrial de Northampton, Inglaterra en el invierno de 1978. Sacando a Peter Murphy de su trabajo estático en la imprenta, sorprendentemente, no tenía idea de si podía cantar y simplemente recordó que era el más carismático de entre sus amigos de la escuela secundaria. ¡Su intuición estaba muerta! Luego de un par de ensayos en la sala de estar de sus padres, Daniel reclutó a los dos hermanos, Kevin y David Haskins, quienes conformarían la formidable sección rítmica de la banda.

Después de estar juntos durante solo cinco semanas, la banda grabó su legendario e intemporal single de nueve minutos ‘Bela Lugosi’s Dead‘, que se mantuvo en el número uno en la lista de British Independent durante dos años. Tres años más tarde, la banda interpretó la canción para la dramática escena de apertura de la sensual película de vampiros de Tony Scott ‘The Hunger‘. Seminal e innovador, el grupo estaba demasiado ocupado siguiendo a su propia musa como para perseguir las tendencias de la vida nocturna. El espíritu pionero que alimentó su trabajo estableció Bauhaus como uno de los artistas más importantes e influyentes de las últimas tres décadas.

Sus influencias eclécticas oscilaron entre Psychedelia y el Punk, el Dub Reggae y el Glam, esta última surgiendo especialmente en su audaz cover de ‘Ziggy Stardust‘ de David Bowie, que les valió su primer éxito a nivel nacional en octubre de 1982. La banda pasó a grabar cuatro álbumes aclamados por la crítica antes de su disolución en 1983.

En 1998, la banda se reformó para un extremadamente exitoso Resurrection ‘World Tour’, atrayendo a un público mucho más grande de lo que originalmente disfrutaban en su día. Se agotaron tres noches en The Palladium en Los Angeles en un récord de quince minutos, lo que demuestra la calidad intemporal de su música y su creciente base de admiradores. Durante su última década, Bauhaus lanzó un nuevo LP de estudio ‘Go Away White’, realizó una gira con Nine Inch Nails y tocó un legendario concierto en el Festival de Música de Coachella en 2005.

Muchos artistas han registrado a Bauhaus como influencia, incluyendo Radiohead, Bjork, Massive Attack, Sigur Ros, Nine Inch Nails, Tricky, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Flaming Lips, The Horrors, Jello Biafra, Marilyn Manson, Janes Addiction, Tool, Jarvis Cocker, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Hole, Interpol, Skinny Puppy, The Smashing Pumpkins y Nirvana, por nombrar solo algunos.

Para marcar su lanzamiento, el 16 de marzo, Lethal Amounts y Cleopatra Records presentarán ‘UNDEAD ~ A Release and Bauhaus Book Party‘. Mientras las puertas de Lethal Amounts abren a las 7 pm, la firma de libros con Kevin Haskins tiene lugar de 8 a 10pm. Los libros se venderán en la galería o los invitados pueden traer su propia copia para firmar, pero no se firmarán discos, CD u otro tipo de mercancía. También se espera que el merch exclusivo y de edición limitada esté disponible en el evento, que también contará con un DJ set de un invitado especial.

Mientras tanto, copias del libro están ahora disponibles, firmadas y en blanco, a través de Cleopatra Records. Copias firmadas dejarán de estar disponibles tras la salida al mercado el 16 de Marzo.

Bauhaus – Undead: Un libro de Kevin Haskins Bauhaus es, para el mundo del llamado post punk, una de sus piedras angulares si no es que el cimiento mismo, más en el caso específico de México es uno de esos mitos que fueron la base de la onda obscura en la década de los 80 pues, si bien se puede dar testimonio de música y manifestaciones artísticas de similar tendencia, lo cierto es que la gran mayoría no son sino el reflejo de aquello que aconteció años antes, más si bien es prueba de la fuerza creativa de la banda y su influencia pues en sus años de ausencia es cuando su seguidores se multiplicaron en mayor número.

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pisceancryptid · 5 years

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so uhhhhh i made an OC and wow it has been a while since i posted art, huh?

anyways, here’s my Rise of the TMNT oc, Artemisia! She is a member of the turtle fam and the same age as Donnie and Leon, they make up the Disaster Triplets and they are a force to be reckoned with.

also its not super visible but she has a gap in between her two front teeth

anyways heres her info!

Name: Artemisia Nicknames: Ar, Art, Artie, Tem, Temmie Species: Hawksbill Sea Turtle Age: same as Donnie and Leo Team color: Lemon Yellow Mystic Weapon: twin warglaives with a spirit familiar, takes the form of an owl when Artemisia takes them

A fantastic swimmer, shes also pretty fast but not as fast as leo.

her weapon is based on the demon hunter warglaives from warcraft, and they have an owl spirit tied to them. the owl spirit is basically a familiar, Art can see through the owl's eyes and use it as a scout, or even utilize a type of spirit fusion ability to enhance herself, granting herself spectral (but still functional) wings, talons, and enhanced senses. this ability is tiring to use at first, but over a long time it becomes easier and more versatile. when she uses this ability her color scheme becomes dark and glowy, and her eyes glow white (look up hawksbill biofluorescence for an example!)

i use she a lot but Tem is actually nonbinary and really doesnt care about what pronouns people use for her! Splinter includes her as one of his “sons” and she really doesnt mind at all

sorry for the tag but @teatles you wanted to see her when she was done and here she is! ^^

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rise of the tmnt oc #cryptid arts #i need a new art tag #anyways im a bit nervous about posting her but yeah!#heres my rise oc

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Understand

Archive of Our Own, if preferred: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10188839

DeviantArt: http://skyephilosopher.deviantart.com/art/Understand-668851666?ga_submit_new=10%3A1489454632 Optional Part 2: https://skyephilosopher.tumblr.com/post/159241914718/why-dont-you Part 3: https://skyephilosopher.tumblr.com/post/159658422003/do-you Summary: “Frozen. Leonardo was utterly frozen, paralyzed, immobile- all but his eyes. His eyes followed Donnie without fail, tracking his blind movements as he staggered away. Raph’s arm shoving him back hardly registered. This was all a dream, right? Yes, Leo would wake up soon and walk out of his room to see his little brother, smiling softly and nodding his head in greeting. But Donnie’s piercing shriek jerked him. No. No nightmare could ever be so cruel.” ____________________________ He didn’t understand.

He hurt. He hurt all over, and everything seared his nerves. Why did he hurt so much?

After a second, he eased his torso up and dragged his hind limbs underneath him. There. That didn’t hurt a lot. Not anymore.

He shifted his gaze downward and saw some bizarre bluish substance. Like ooze. Its acrid scent stung and burned the inside of his nostrils. He bounded back to get away from the worst of it.

But, then, something- someone- behind him exclaimed. He whipped his head back, lip curled in a silent snarl.

Three strange creatures who were green and clad in bright colors stared back at him. Scared. They’re scared. He knew that.

One uttered, “Donnie?” He blinked and perked up. Donnie. That was familiar. Right. Donnie.

Another said something else, but he couldn’t comprehend anything but a second “Donnie” among the gibberish. But his tone was quiet and reassuring. That meant something.

Donnie(?) began reluctantly toward them. His head was clearer. Now that he thought more, they were also familiar, and all instinct told him to trust them. Perhaps they had weapons ready at their disposal, but no threat could ever look so… sad. So defeated- heartbroken. Lost.

Donnie didn’t pause or falter and came right up to them. They started talking in their language to him and to each other. He could pick out his name and “Casey” and “Mikey” and “Splinter.”

The one in orange- Mikey- kneeled down and murmured something. Donnie could only stare blankly.

Mikey’s face morphed into something like concern. He tried taking Donnie’s light green hand, but he pulled it back instinctively. Now Mikey looked anguished, and whimpered a noise that remotely sounded like the beginning syllable of “brother.” It made Donnie realize he loathed that expression on Mikey’s features. Attempting to make up for his mistake, Donnie let out a quiet rumble and pressed his head to Mikey’s plastron. He didn’t receive a physical response.

He lifted his head expectantly when Leo said his name, but he, again, didn’t comprehend the rest. Donnie’s shoulders fell forward. They were acting like he should understand. Should he understand?

His composed act visibly slipping, Leo said something else, more frantic. And that didn’t help. He suddenly paused and looked away, blinking rapidly.

After a moment of silence, Raph flung something to the ground, and a sharp, metallic noise reverberated and pierced Donnie's ears.

Donnie mewled and jerked back before shrinking away farther. He was confused and scared, now more than ever. Why was Raph angry? Did Donnie do something wrong?

Mikey had returned to his feet, and his startled gaze was alternating in between Leo and him. Leo looked to Raph. And Raph only met Donnie’s eyes briefly before looking down and murmuring. He then sank to his knees and extended a hand, trying to beckon him back.

Donnie wasn’t certain. What was stopping Raph from throwing something again? But Raph’s look shortly drew him back. He didn’t allow Donnie to nuzzle his hand.

Raph stood, and all three looked up at him sullenly. Then, after a brief swapping of words, they waved and clucked and started to walk.

Donnie whined, then roared. Were they just going to abandon him?

They whipped around and made a strange almost hissing sound, and Mikey put a finger to his lips. Bewildered, Donnie shut his jaws and stared at them. Raph’s gaze darted around briefly before he patted his thigh. When Donnie took a step forward, they slipped out of a doorway without a problem.

But when Donnie tried to exit -prompted by his brother to follow- he had much trouble, struggling to haul his lower body free. His ivory talons scrabbled for any kind of hold to help him.

And Donnie felt like all his energy and will had been consumed when he finally triumphed. He doubted his limbs had gone unscathed. They stung. Just as he started to crane his neck, somebody called his name.

Inclining his head, Donnie caught sight of his brothers above on a roof, encouraging him to jump. (That’s what he guessed. He still didn’t understand). He had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go. He grumbled and prepared to leap.

Donnie assumed they hadn’t anticipated his landing to be so eye-catching and loud. Perched on the edge of the roof, he looked down at them as they wildly glanced around. Donnie lowered his head and made a guttural noise of question. But they made that same hissing sound. He drew his head back and started to grumble again. It was cut off abruptly when Raph clamped his jaws shut, and Donnie got the idea.

Still holding his snout, Raph hastily led him to the opposite side and thrust a finger to the alley below. Donnie pulled away and peered down. He didn't understand the rush, but one of the last things he wanted to do was displease them. So he slipped into the space.

The excess room for him to maneuver was scant, and his face met the wall. He painfully turned, knocking a stray trash can over with his tail in the process. He glanced over absently, then back up when he heard the deliberate hiss. But why did he need to be quiet? Were all the strange creatures he could scent dangerous? He swallowed a growl. He wouldn't let them hurt his brothers.

As though summoned by the vow, they had joined him in the alley, tensed up in anticipation by his forelegs. Donnie, preparing too, lowered his body and bared his teeth and growled and unsheathed the entirety of his claws.

Mikey began to rub Donnie's arm and made the “shhh” sound. But it was a lot softer, kinder, without any frustration or panic. Donnie allowed muscles to relax a bit from their stressed way.

They made Donnie stay in the tight space for some more minutes before scaling the wall and coming to another roof. Donnie raised his head and whined. He doubted there was enough room for him to leap up.

But they encouraged him nonetheless. Donnie tried to move into a position from which he could join them and crushed the can underneath a hind foot. He winced and stared at his brothers forlornly.

Raph looked at Leo and said something lowly. Donnie blinked and returned to attempting to turn himself back to his former position. He knew for certain he couldn't jump up when his snout scraped the wall. With a puff, Donnie reared on his hind legs. He could only just reach the roof edge. He pushed up and, within four tries, managed to drag himself onto the roof.

Donnie didn't rise to follow them, so they retired to the smooth concrete next to him.

Mikey murmured to their older brothers as his eyes hovered over Donnie. Then, cautiously, he reached out and lay a hand on his cheek. So, naturally, in response, Donnie brushed his fingers with his tongue.

Mikey, first, let slip a crackling chuckle, and Donnie didn't think much of it until it abruptly evolved into tears.

Donnie, alarmed and confused and hurt, tried to nudge Mikey and soothe him, but he shied away. Donnie resorted to looking to his older brothers for reassurance, but they disregarded him and went to embrace and console Mikey.

Donnie whimpered.

He didn't understand.

Donnie had to crouch low to trail after his brothers like a lost puppy once they reached the sewers. It was clear they were more at ease below the bustling surface, though Donnie despised the smell and hoped wherever he was being led was more spacious.

Shortly, the shallow channels full of sludge and soiled water dispersed, and, ahead, Donnie could see with his sharp eyesight an opening partially blocked by turnstiles.

Leo uttered a command, and Mikey took off toward the room. Donnie paused, observing inquiringly until Raph clucked and urged him forward.

They took far longer than Mikey, and, by then, three, remotely familiar creatures accompanied him.

As soon as Donnie struggled over the turnstiles, he crept right up to the humanoid rat and delicately sniffed him. Leo started to say Donnie's name but broke off, so he was ignored.

The rat tensed, and Donnie, shortly satisfied, needed only to barely raise his head to meet Splinter's gaze. His father let out a kind of choked noise, and Donnie decided it wasn't worth trying to decipher it.

When he glanced left, he saw a human staring so imploringly it felt imperative that Donnie go to him.

He meant to nudge him fondly, but he instead was pushed back with contact. But he almost promptly bounced back, leaning forward and holding his head tenderly. The boy- Casey, he recalled- brought his forehead to his own, murmuring sweetly in a way Donnie somehow identified as uncharacteristic. Donnie rumbled in delight, pleased to finally be receiving some affection.

But then Leo called him over, and, despite not wanting to leave Casey's grasp, he gingerly pulled himself away and returned to his brothers’ side.

The female approached him this time, carefully. Donnie bowed his head to better smell her, but she took his head in her hands before he properly got the chance. He didn’t mind much until she dug her blunt nails into his temple and searing agony erupted in his skull.

Donnie jerked his head free with a roar. He staggered away, trembling, and shook his head first, then his entire body. After a moment, weakly, he raised his head to send April a wounded expression. He trusted her, and she hurt him.

She tried coming nearer, her hands raised in a conciliatory manner, but Donnie retreated with a cautionary growl. At that, her face fell, and she buried her face in her hands.

Donnie only hesitantly permitted Leo to come up. He muttered softly, motioning to the floor. When Donnie blinked and merely shifted his attention the ground briefly, Leo allowed a patient exhale and kneeled, patting the area beside him. Reluctantly, Donnie lowered himself onto the floor. After a second, his brother nodded and rose. So Donnie began to rise as well before Leo pushed down on his carapace.

Strongly encouraged to remain down, Donnie’s gaze swept over them all. Shortly, though, it fell to his distinctly lighter green hands. He rumbled softly, lifting one and flexing the pale-hued talons. They were so… long. Acute. Dangerous- especially taking into consideration that his brothers didn’t possess any claws whatsoever.

His brothers- why did he deem them so? He was nothing like them. Glancing over, they were speaking with Splinter, their attention occasionally flicking to him. Otherwise, they didn’t pay him much mind.

Splinter. He baffled Donnie even more. His mind told him he was his father. But he saw a rat, and his brothers were humanoid turtles, and he was…

What was Donnie?

He didn’t know, and he couldn't wrap his mind around the notions.

Donatello reluctantly uncurled himself from the comfort of the tree, pushing forward to investigate the curious food item Mikey presented. After only sniffing once, he recoiled in disgust. It appeared unappealing first, of course, but it impossibly smelled worse. The best thing he could compare it to was soggy cardboard.

Mikey’s grin turned down into a frown. He held it out farther, but when Donnie growled, he pulled back and muttered a word Donnie indistinctly recognized to be, “Okay.”

Once Mikey had devoured the slice, he tried reaching out to Donnie, but he refused to allow any contact while his fingers were infected.

They’d been trying to feed him all day- two days after he followed them home. He didn’t appreciate it. Nothing they brought was appetizing.

If only he could understand and speak in their language to tell them what he wanted exactly.

Donnie doubted they’d let him have it.

Wound around the tree behind Father, Donatello watched his brothers “train,” as they referred to it as. Leo had repeated it to him, but Donnie didn't connect until they began. He was concerned at first until he took notice of their boisterous laughter and light voices and respect with which they regarded each other.

So they didn't mean it. Okay.

He didn't quite understand the point.

But what did Donnie understand?

Donnie understood affection and the fact that Casey was great at giving it.

The boy seemed to know every spot that made Donnie melt in his hands. And, at that point, Donnie’s head took up and hung over his lap. The purrs and rumbles that rolled out of his throat were thick and guttural and drowsy. They only increased in volume when Casey's nails dug into an area just below his jawbone.

Raising his head, Donnie nudged his snout under Casey's chin and hooked his three right claws- excluding his dew claw- in his sleeve. With a distinct increase in his purrs’ volume, he tugged gently and nuzzled impossibly closer.

The boy chuckled lightly, taking his head and bringing his to Donnie's level. He smiled warmly, moving his hands to Donnie's cheeks. He said something, but Donnie hardly acknowledged it, let alone bothered to try to make sense of it.

But then Casey sobered, and his grip tightened, and he uttered something else fiercely.

Donnie, a bit uncertain and concerned, was about to pull away until Casey leaned forward and wrapped his thin arms around Donnie's neck.

Donnie could comprehend “okay.”

“Donnie!”

Donatello had caught Mikey's approach, but only then shifted his attention toward him. He clutched a strange plastic red oval with a handle and had his typical grin plastered on his face. Donnie’s gaze hovered over the object momentarily before he rose to properly greet his brother.

Mikey patted Donnie's arm affectionately. Donnie retired to his haunches nearly promptly, lowering his head and purring.

Mikey clucked to get his strict attention. His grin had diminished slightly. And, after reluctance, he turned the object around.

Alarmed, Donnie roared and drew back, snarling. Mikey took a deep breath and said, “No, Donnie.”

Uncertainly, slowly, Donnie slunk back and glared at the unfamiliar beast. It had a green head with a lighter- nearly white- snout and large, icy blue eyes surrounded by distinct purple markings. From its neck, he saw darker green and far lighter green splotches dappling its scales and overlapping.

He raised a hand, furious to see the creature mimicking him. When he snarled, it snarled. Enraged, he was prepared to give it a good smack before Mikey pulled the object away and the beast vanished. Mikey, again, told him no.

Donnie was baffled. When he bent down and sniffed once, he only detected himself and his father and his brothers and Casey and April, like the other animal was never present. Donnie looked to Mikey for an explanation.

And Mikey slowly revealed the crimson object’s opposite side once more, but now murmured reassuringly. Donnie couldn't think why until he caught sight of the monster again.

But Mikey said it was okay. He wouldn't lie, right?

So Donnie stared at it silently, more thoroughly taking in its pale blue irises that consumed the complete visible eye and the many separate veins of blues and the light flare surrounding a narrow pupil. Gently, he brought his hand up again and tapped it once. Donnie was surprised to find there was a solid surface. The beast had copied him and now looked very puzzled. Was it trapped?

Donnie lowered his head and, after sniffing once but not catching any unfamiliar scent, nudged the cold surface. That was when Mikey pulled it away again, looking utterly defeated and broken.

Donnie whined, picking up on his brother's anguish.

But Donnie didn't understand.

#jonatello #tmnt 2012 #super mutant donatello #casey tries hard in his appearances #bad pacing #it's bad #really bad #i can't title #ooc #i can't write characters in character #i can't do anything #but here you go #not really beta read #casetello

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