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sabrondabrainrot · 1 month

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I finished the 87 series as a whole (except the European vacay season like I can't find it anywhere) and want to cry!!! My boys!!! I can't believe it's done!!!

What an awesome show. I might have to rewatch it just to write down more notes and thoughts. ;)

Anyways here's some headcanons about my sweet 87 boys and some show observations:

Hopefully with this people might give the show a chance. It's so delightful and charming. You won't be disappointed.

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The turtles are all basically 3-4 years old. They make tons of comments about living half their lives in a fish bowl and when Yoshi comes across them they're still babies. When they're shown mutating, they go from baby turtles to the older bipedal forms we know them by.

They're all identical sans their voices. (In the 87 show not only does April have trouble telling them apart at the beginning but so do the animators in every episode)

They all seem to possess super strength and some levels of invulnerability. Donatello in particular had a multiple story brick building dropped on him, which he just walked off. They've all shown varying skills such as bending metal with their bare hands. Raphael as a practical joke in one episode picks up a couch and hurls it at Donatello just to be smartass. Leonardo cuts metal like tinfoil.

They still think of themselves as turtles first and foremost, so they don't refer to each other as brothers. (despite the fact they're totally brothers) and simply address each other as friends. (They're brothers tho we all know the truth 💕)

Something not explained in the opening of the 3rd season, the turtles as babies, before they mutate, are shown with different shell patterns. While it's not obvious which turtle is which it is neat the artists went out of their way to animate each turtle with a unique pattern.

When you watch the show the amount of people and mutants that dislike the turtles is shocking. For a fun kids show made in the late 80's to mid 90's, it's basically a huge allegory to the civil rights movements and you can even take relevance to human rights movements of today.

Despite being so lovable they have only a small circle of friends. Most of those friends at some point have betrayed them too.

The boys have seen two different futures of themselves. (not counting their shared apocalypse nightmares) The first future is where they get old together in a mansion and they're heralded as heroes and everyone likes them. The second future doesn't show them but in the second future it's stated being a mutant is a crime punishable by death and all mutants are criminals regardless of deeds. This is before the red skies studio era of writing. That's before it's supposed to get edgy.

They all are highly intelligent. They can each pilot every vehicle ever present in the show despite none of them having a formal education, license, or understanding of the rules of the road. Michelangelo in particular seems to have a knack for US fighter jets.

In season 7 episode 11, titled "Dirk Savage: Mutant Hunter!" We meet two new mutants named Rahzar and Tokka. They're a gay couple. You don't believe me? Go watch the episode. I'm not pulling your leg. I swear. I promise. It's a good episode go watch it.

Master Splinter calls them his sons. He also calls Carter, his newest student, son occasionally too. It's his term of endearment.

The turtles in this version are known to get sick pretty regularly. (probably because of their still developing immune systems). They always get sick as a group and they totally soak up the pampering.

They in the first season share a 4 stack bunk bed and then after the bunk is destroyed in the season 1 finale they each get their own alcoves which they treat as their own rooms.

I didn't remember which Punk Frog said it, but one of them called Leonard and Michelangelo his Bubba which is a term of endearment for brother. The punk frogs call each other bubba too. So unlike the turtles they were either all frog brothers who mutated together or after mutating they just decided they're brothers and they also adopted the turtles as their brothers too.

Mondo Gecko seems older in this series because of his appearance but he's the same age as the turtles and actually mutated from the same ooze as them on the same day at the same time so he in 87 is like a mix of their brother and cousin? He's related regardless. (We all know the truth in our hearts)

Shredder and Krang act like a married couple who've been married too long and are on the cusp of a divorce but they've been together too long so they just keep tolerating eachother.

They all love the unhinged gross unholy pizza combos. Michaelangelo's stated combos are actually tame compared to some of the things they've eaten. One episode the boys committed to the bit so hard they ate lit candles just to mess with Michelangelo. They get pregnant sardine fudge pizza cravings at midnight. They put cereal on regular pizza for breakfast. They hate vegetables though. They literally gag when Splinter eats sushi. They refuse to eat bugs despite their turtle origins (interesting enough the Punk Frogs don't even like pizza at all first unlike them) but like they will eat out of the garbage. But not fresh handmade sushi.

They're so casual about being in public. Like they have disguises but sometimes they just go out in public as themselves. They also have so many elaborate disguises. In the first episode their first instinct to blend in was to throw on bright neon shoes, various bomber jackets, and start publicly beatboxing and breakdancing.

The turtles get called slurs by Shredder, Bebop, and Rocksteady. The slur in question is "Shellback" . When Donatello makes an evil clone the first thing the clone does is call him that slur. It's so funny like that's yourself. Donatello basically called himself ugly. Why is that so funny.

Shredders go to threat in the show and many other villains go to insult is to straight up threaten to eat them. Like, do none of the villains care about getting salmonella? Why do all the villains want to eat them?

Something I've noticed, they refuse to use nicknames. They only use each other's full names. It makes me wonder why? I theorize it's probably to do with the fact Master Splinter gave them their names and that's the first thing they received? It's not like they're not playful enough to use nicknames.

Despite his fatherly role in their lives, the turtle boys don't call Splinter their father and this is more than likely to do with the fact they see themselves as turtles and know they have turtle parents. (Again we know the truth)

April in this show is an adrenaline junky. She's also a child endangerer. She's helped save the day a lot but she would much rather the world burn so she can film it as her next big scoop.

The boys treat April like their mom in this show. April herself doesn't really get that. In one episode she got poison flowers and thought it was from the boys and went to "let them down gently" because she thought they romantically liked her.

April on multiple occasions reads bed time stories to them. She in one episode read the same bedtime story 4 times just because they liked it that much. She was going to read it a 5th time just for Leonardo.

When Zack, the 5th turtle, was in danger instead of helping him April shouted "What a scoop!" and filmed a child in a death trap.

Splinter believes in wholesome gaslighting in this show. He once cured three of them of permanent balloon-itis with moth balls but made up a story about how it was an ancient mythical legendary cure. Then after they were better he said it was moth balls.

April actually got fired from her job because she wouldn't badmouth the turtles on live television (also for other reasons). She focused on freelance while helping the boys on the side.

April is really bamf. She's actually saved the turtles just as much as they save her.

I just want everyone to know I love these little guys. The turtles are pure little snookie pookie baby bookies. No one knows the amount of space these silly little fictional turtles take up in my heart.

I hope maybe with more word out people might give the 1987 tmnt show a chance. It's really cute and funny. A super enjoyable time. It doesn't deserve the ragging it gets from other shows and fanbases. They're just goobers.

Thanks for reading my ramble list. :)

Also! if there's any fanfic recs please let me know I'm making a list and checking it twice ;)

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liz-allyn · 2 years

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CELEBRATE WITH ME!

Thank you so much, @utterly-in-like! I can’t wait to dive into your fics soon— I’m on my tasm!peter kick but I saw that you write Tony Stark, and Psych (your xover with white collar)??? Man it’s been a hot minute since I read any Psychfic.

Fun fact that’s one of the fandoms I used to write the most for back in the day. The fic I’m most proud of from that era was an insane Final Destination-themed crossover fic feat Shawn Spencer, Johnny Smith from The Dead Zone, Adrian Monk from Monk, and Xander Harris from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, it was a whole thing.

BUT enough about that - you ordered a pic of Andrew Garfield and I present to you, a GIF

This one is special. See, this one is yoga instructor!Peter Parker.

tw health/body issues, post COVID illness, sexy innuendo under the cut

You really hate your sister for this, despite her good intentions.

Instead of being a sympathetic ear to your complaints about your ping-ponging energy and your slow cardio recovery post-COVID, she went and actually tried to help you. Goddamn it—all she had to do was sit there and listen to you be miserable, with the occasional wheeze and cough as you try to do something physically taxing. Like taking out the trash. Or standing up too fast.

But no. Instead, she bought you one of those gift certificates for a package of weekly yoga classes. 12 weeks seems extravagant, and you told her so with a sour, sarcastic, “Oh. You shouldn’t have.” But then you realized it was a biweekly vinyasa in the middle of Central Park at the magic hour of 5:00am.

What a bitch.

“We can go together!” she said. “We’ll make it a thing!”

The “thing” was you showing up in the middle of a dewy field at the ass crack of dawn to greet 6 other strangers—your sister nowhere to be found—as she cancelled her membership the night before and neglected to tell you.

What a bitch.

You hate running. You have no time to go to a gym. And you haven’t ridden a bike since you were 9. But here you are, rolling out the cheapest mat you can find and an old bath towel, next to an array of all walks of life and all number of age.

Great. You’re going to wheeze with your jiggly ass in the air next to a 67-year-old Herculean, bald guy who brought nothing but too-short shorts, a beat up Neoprene bottle, and his own sweat to his practice.

You rolled your eyes, and that’s when you saw him.

The Adonis. The face of an angel. The sculpted build of a Michelangelo. This was way worse. It’s one thing to embarrass yourself in front of random strangers, but another thing to embarrass yourself in front of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He wore a tight black tank and board shorts (fuck, was he also a surfer?) as he greeted the class, biceps bulging from the mat tucked underneath his arm.

“Morning! How’s everyone doing?” he smiled brightly.

With devastatingly dark eyes and a saccharine sweetness to his expression, his gaze landed on you and you felt your face heat up. It’s mid-50s temperature in New York this morning, and you didn’t dress warm enough, but suddenly you’re on fire and have the urge to take off more clothes.

The slightest twinkle sparked in his eyes as they landed on you. He bit his lip, taking you in. (Fuck, did he really just do that? Is there something on my face? Do I have a tit showing?)

“Are you my new student?” he grinned, something seductive and—excited?—trapped in his throat.

Your mouth was dry, nodding in a fugue state.

Student? Like he’s the teacher? You’re going to need to bring an apple to him next time. Why is your crotch already sweating?

“My name’s Peter, it’s good to have you join us,” he says, his deep voice pouring over you like honey.

Why is he staring at you like that?

“Today’s a great day to start, we’re going to take each position very slow,” he added.

Is he serious right now?

“Just try to relax,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll take good care of you.”

You’re breathing heavy again, you notice.

And Peter keeps his promise, guiding the class through gentle stretches and poses. You keep your eyes glued to his form. For science.

Muscles flexing and a light sheen sweat forming on his face.

His eyes find you more than anyone else in the group. He starts traveling through the group when he’s convinced they’ve got the sequence down. He’s a great teacher.

At some point, midway through your 3rd downward dog, you notice that he’s glided to your side. You hadn’t even seen him coming, your eyes fixed on the blades of grass in front of your face, when you feel two large hands gently press around your pelvic crest.

Your heart stutters the second he touches you, and the butterflies in your stomach carry the wind from your lungs.

“Just like this,” Peter whispers, only loud enough for you to hear, as he guides your hips back into a more pointed position. “You’re doing so well.” You notice him line up your hips with his, and you swear he could lift you up by your pelvis with just the strength of his fingers.

You love downward dog. You love anything with dogs. Doggy style, all the way. Every time.

And with his help, goddamn it, the stretch is satisfying. You feel your spine start to decompress. Air fills your lungs in short measured breaths. His hands remain on you, encompassing your hips and the small of your back, pulling you into a delicious pose.

“Right there. Does that feel good?” he coos.

This mother Hubbard.

You moan. And then clear your throat. “Yeah,” you cough, trying to recover.

You can’t see his face but you can feel the body heat reverberating from him. And you can hear that cocky grin in his voice as he whispers back. “Good girl.”

Somehow, you survived. It was at the end of the class, when everyone else bolted and you were struggling to roll up your mat and ignore just how SWEATY your crotch was, when Peter kneeled down in front of you to help you. You gaped at his long fingers, curling the rubber into a neat cylinder.

“So how was it? I hope we didn’t go too hard on you.” His voice was like warm syrup. His eyes were dark chocolate pools. His lips looked like sugar-coated cherries.

He was bad for your health, without a doubt.

“No, um, it-it was g-good,” you shyly replied. “I’m just a little rusty.”

“Well, we can work on that,” he gazed at you with a lazy half smile. It was clear he found your timidness amusing. Appetizing, even. “See you next week?”

“Yes,” you blurted out, without hesitation. “Thank you. Thank you, Master.”

Your eyes went wide, locked on his. The word drifted into the atmosphere, a balloon swept away, never to return. He quirked a brow upward.

Your face turned crimson. “Teacher,” you stuttered “Teach— Guru? I… I don’t know why I said that.”

He licked his lips as he stared at yours, unabashed and unafraid.

“We can work on that, too.”

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bazzybelle · 7 months

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I'm here for you nerding out about history, so: 4, 5, 9, 13, 29!

Oh boy, do I have a long post for you... One of these took up A LOT of time fact-checking and researching, I could do a power point presentation on it ;)

4) Favourite historical era?

The Italian Renaissance, hands down. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am such a fucking dweeb for the Renaissance. Specifically the 1400s in Florence, during the rise of The Medici. Say what you want about them, (yes they were corrupt and essentially a Renaissance version of a mafia family) but the good they did for Florence AND the preservation of ancient culture cannot be denied.

To be able to live during that time, when art and literature and philosophy was thriving. Where new ideas about love and spirituality were making their ways into the intelligentsia, I would have LOVED to witness that.

Thing is, I’d have to do it disguised as a man, because history is a bag of dicks, unfortunately. But just to be able to be a part of a symposium with Marsilio Ficino, Pico della Mirandola, and Lorenzo dei’ Medici and just listen to them discuss Plato and the ways of Platonic Love. To bear witness to Botticelli painting or Michelangelo sculpting. My sibling once told me I have a “Renaissance Face” (which was probably the best compliment they could have given me). If that could have gotten me an in, with these guys, even as a model, it would have been fine with me. Just to watch the masters at their craft.

I dunno, maybe I could have joined them (disguised as a man, of course), and share my own thoughts about philosophy and love and sacred bonds between people. Maybe talk about new ideas involving gender… who knows?

Not to mention, Florence also had a thriving underground queer scene during this time… so… do with that what you will.

Renaissance Florence… Sometime between 1450 and 1490.

5) Favourite weapon?

You know, as much as I love history, I really don’t care for the military stuff. In fact, I had to look up Ancient Roman weapons, because if I were to have a favourite weapon, it would be from the Roman Empire.

So, in my quick research of Roman weaponry, I remembered that the Eastern Roman Empire (or Byzantine Empire) had a fucking BADASS weapon that had everyone from the Crusaders to the Mongols quaking. They called it Greek Fire, and it was typically used during naval battles. What you would have, if a flame-thrower device attached to the front of your ship and Greek Fire would just come out from there. The precise recipe for Greek Fire has been lost to the ages, but you did not want to fuck with it.

What made Greek Fire especially horrifying was that it would continue to burn while in contact with water. You could not douse it. You just had to let it burn until it ran out. Think of that creepy bright green fire from Game Of Thrones. The one that they used for the Battle of Blackwater and that epic church explosion. That would be the closest thing to Greek Fire that I can think of. It was terrifying, amazing, and allowed Constantinople to remain a military powerhouse in the Mediterranean, despite constantly being threatened by neighbouring empires.

9) Favourite historical film?

I already answered this question in another ask. It’s La Vita E Bella (Life is Beautiful). I highly encourage everyone to watch this movie, but only when feeling emotionally stable because it has a VERY sad ending.

Here are some other historical movies I REALLY love:

The King’s Speech - Can’t stand the Monarchy, but GOD I love Colin Firth and he is AMAZING as King George VI.

The Young Victoria - Again… Do not like the Monarchy, but Emily Blunt is so charming, and this was such a sweet movie.

The Imitation Game - Made me seeth in fury over the injustice served to Alan Turing, but fucking Bumblebee Cabbagepatch was SO GOOD.

And again… SO many movies I need to watch… I mean Jesus.

13) Something random about some random historical person in a random era.

This random fact is about the Emperor Justinian and his Consort, the Empress Theodora. He changed a marriage law in order to be able to marry her.

Back in the Early days of the Eastern Roman Empire (or Byzantine Empire), around 525 CE, you weren’t allowed to marry beneath your class, and Theodora was not only a commoner, but she was an… an… actress! (cue shocked gasps and pearl clutching here). Mind you, she was also known as a prostitute, but that’s debatable. Anyway, Justinian created a law so that her status could be changed, and then changed another law, so that he could marry her. He was so in love with her, that he did not give any shits about what anyone had to say about their union.

And honestly, he could not have picked a better Consort. Theodora was smart, funny, and an all-around badass. She challenged him, matched him, and took charge when she needed to. She was the reason the Nika Revolts failed and the Emperor kept his throne. She cared for Justinian while he was fighting the Plague (yes, that Plague, it was around during Justinian’s time too).

God, I love them.

29) Great historical mystery you are interested in?

Oooo… This is another REALLY good question.

The first answer I came up with is a bit of a “cheat” amongst historians. A sorta of “of course you would pick that, everyone wants to know what happened there”, but I really don’t care. When I first heard about The Princes In The Tower, I was beyond fascinated by their story and the mystery surrounding them.

Ok, a bit of a backstory. Picture it. England, 1483. For the last several decades, the country has been ravaged by a civil war known as The Wars of The Roses. I will NOT go into this, because Christ we do not have time for that. All you need to know for this story is that the current monarch is Edward IV. He has MANY children, among which are two young sons (an heir and a spare). If he can keep hold of his reign for long enough, he is set to establish a new dynasty. Unfortunately for him, he dies in April after an unexpected illness (do with this what you will, could have been poison, could have been the Middle Ages where a paper cut could kill you).

Now, England did not really have a Law of Succession (that would come MUCH later, in 1701), a reigning monarch would have to hope that his vassals would follow who he deemed as heir and not stir any shit. For the most part, it worked out well, but there were a couple of instances where shenanigans took place (see: Empress Matilda and The Anarchy). ANYWAY, the heir to the British throne was Edward IV’s son, Edward V. Thing is, Edward’s 12. He’s a child, and not ready to take the throne. Before his death, Edward IV established that until the time of his son’s majority, the Kingdom would be ruled under a Regency, headed by his younger brother, Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Richard would henceforth be known as the Lord Protector (the most powerful guy in the Kingdom, basically).

Makes sense, right? Well, get ready for some shenanigans.

This is already getting WAY too long, so I’ll speed things up. Richard claims that the King isn’t safe with his current protectors (his maternal uncle, and his half-brother), so he has them arrested and executed and the King placed under his custody (for his protection). This causes the King’s mother, Elizabeth Woodville to go into sanctuary at Westminster Abbey. She takes her remaining children with her (including the spare, 9 year old Richard, Duke of York).

Up until this point, everyone is certain that the young King will be coronated as soon as he and Uncle Richard arrive in London. However, that does not happen. The coronation is postponed again, and again, and again. The young King, meanwhile, is sent to live in the Tower of London (which at that time served as a place where one would wait to be coronated). Here’s where things get a little dicey, see Uncle Richard claims his dearly departed brother was previously married before Elizabeth Woodville, thereby making any and all his children illegitimate. Thus making him the true heir to the throne. Around this time, Richard requested that the 9-year old Duke of York be sent as well to be protected in the Tower.

The last time anyone would see the two Princes would be in the summer of 1483. Richard is crowned King Richard III (of Shakespeare fame) and would go on to rule for a little while before dying at the Battle of Bosworth Field (where “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse” comes from). Henry Tudor becomes King Henry VII and establishes the well-known Tudor dynasty.

The fate of the boys remains, to this day, unknown. There are many theories as to what happened. The most popular one being that they were smothered with a pillow and buried under a staircase in the Tower. In fact, a couple of centuries later, some bones were found in the tower and were assumed to be those of the two Princes. However, examinations in the 30s showed them to contain animal bones, along with the bones of two small children. No further testing was done, and the bones were re-buried. There have been petitions for there to be DNA testing involved, but Queen Elizabeth II refused to do so.

Who knows, maybe King Charlie III is just as curious as the rest of us, and will agree to exhume the bodies once more.

There are other theories and many pretenders that have popped up throughout history, but this post is already STUPID long, so I’ll leave it here

ASK ME HISTORICAL QUESTIONS! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!

#belle babbles #historical asks #i am loving these #please ask me more questions #i am thirsty for history #ask game

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your-lie-in-leopril · 9 months

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〔 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 〕

New York, Eastman High, 20xx

approx. — 9:30 a.m.

karai bored-ly drummed her fingertips against the smooth, scratched up surface of her desk.

resting a cheek on her left hand—half listening to her teacher up front. they were learning about world history and this was something karai had already learned whilst being homeschooled.

honestly — if school was this uneventful, she would’ve opted to just rely on her espionage skills and bug the school to spy on the turtles to gather the information her father oh so needed instead. the teacher’s voice droned on; some of her – ᴀʜᴇᴍ – classmates either were fast asleep or zoned out, not bothering to pay attention.

luckily just an half hour and she’d head to her next class.

ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ — “ miss táng .ᐣ ”

green eyes focused on her balding, pudgy and divorced teacher.

“ may you repeat what i said — .ᐣ ”

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦。

karai huffed — and repeats everything to a t finishing with a click of a tongue.

“ t-that’s correct、thank you miss táng。now — during the eras of medieval europe。。ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ。”

karai proceeded to muffle his voice.

she yawns covering her mouth with a fist.

luckily the bell rings signifying dismissal and five minute limit to get to your next class.

getting up — karai gathered her items, slinging her backpack unto her shoulder. the teacher said something about homework or whatever as they left. paying no mind to his babble, karai exits the classroom and heads for her assigned locker. she twists and turns the lock to access the contents inside of her locker; with a click, it opens and she switches the world history book for her chemistry textbook.

slams the locker shut and readies herself to head to the next period when karai bumps into something solid.

an annoyed hiss escapes the punk teen.

“ karai — babe、you’re fine as hell .ᐟ go out with me。just give me a chance。”

“ never in your life — dylan、now leave me alone。”

she goes to leave once more when a hand stops her.

“ whoa、whoa — cool your jets sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

karai throws him—making his body hits the ground, ʜᴀʀᴅ.

“ go fuck yourself、now leave me alone you piece of shit — ( *ᴡʜᴀᴄᴋ ) ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with broken teeth.

karai heads off to class without much hassle this time around — dylan slowly gets up, groaning as he snarls.

“ stupid bitch — i’ma make her pay。”

the rest of the day went without fuss and karai thanks the gods, wanting to go home however she still needs to scavenge through the turtle’s lockers to find something of use — for her father. karai’s been keeping tabs all day.

she watches them interact with their respective clubs and electives — so far this is what she’s gathered.

⌜✎⌟

leonardo, or “leo” seems to be the turtle in charge despite being awkward, anxious, dorky and clumsy with himself. his brothers often clown him, than taking him seriously—but do listen when it matters.

he also seems to be hard crushing on that o’neil girl.

⌜✎⌟

raphael — “raph” is the second oldest and aggressive one of the bunch. always eager to fight, and a lil too trigger happy. however he’s strong as he is effective on getting things done; gets scolded a lot for his recklessness.

he does seem to have a 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 spot for his brothers.

⌜✎⌟

donatello – ‘donnie’ ; ‘dee’ ; ‘don’ — is the second youngest of the four. gifted with genius and intellect, he thrives on technology and science. his brothers often refer to him as the “brains” of the group and rely on him for almost everything. seems he is uh—an anime nerd and k-pop enthusiast.

side note: who is BTS ?

⌜✎⌟

michelangelo aka ‘mikey’ is the youngest of the three. he is youthful, cherry, funny — the heart of the group, he excels at improv.

though he seems to dislike conflict.

granted this was weeks after weeks of studying the teens — whole ass month.

karai decides to head home now, so she can be of use to her father and hunt down the turtles. exiting the school, she walks towards the direction of the hideout — halfway through she ends up surrounded by men baring dragon tattoos.

karai scoffed — dumping her backpack onto the floor.

“ yous karai — .ᐣ ”

quirks a brow.

“ who would like to know .ᐣ ”

this big, burly bald man speaks,

“ dylan o’bryen。”

a snort , then full blown laughter is heard from the kunoichi.

“ you’re that pig’s henchmen。

“ how lame。”

the bald one does a notion and then they’re all rushing her — and karai easily disposes of them one by one without any effort.

this is light work.

so there she goes, dancing in the pale moonlight. unbeknownst to the japanese teen — the turtle brothers were out on their evening patrols.

leonardo who had been leading his brothers through the rooftops — spotted the girl.

“ guys look — it’s karai .ᐟ ”

he pointed and his brothers turned, curious.

“ seems like she’s having fun。”

donnie remarks next to raph — the teens having ceased running — mikey just watches.

“ i think we should help。”

leo says, walking over to the ledge.

“ why—she kicking ass and uh、unless you forgot、karai’s a bad guy .ᐣ ”

raph drawled out, making small movements with his hand.

“ still — she could get hurt、it’s our job to protect 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦。”

the blue masked turtle reminds them and makes his way down the fire escape. the three brothers share a worrisome look before following after their brother. karai let’s out irritated sigh — just how much more of these guys are there? she has the stamina for days — so this isn’t an issue. what is the issue, is that karai isn’t paying attention to the bald one so he manages to get in a hit.

a harsh, rough kick landing on her back — causing her to flinch and let out scream as karai’s sent flying, and smacks into a nearby wall, only intensifying the pain. she probably broke a rib or two — at best, it’s not for certain. carefully karai shuffles herself upright — resting against the bricked wall, panting heavily. a click is heard and a gun’s pointed at her face.

“ say goodbye bitch。”

karai snarls, cursing her incompetence and accepting her fate when — ( * ᴡʜᴀᴍ )

leonardo comes to her rescue with a flying kick to the goon’s head. rendering him unconscious. karai is startled — but relieved at the same time. though, it would seem she now owed this dork a favor.

“ i suppose i owe you a — ”

karai says briefly before quietening down. the moonlight illuminating leonardo as he offered a hand — his mask tails flowing freely. his eyes suddenly appeared to be twinkling; soft nurturing passion simmered in those beautiful chocolate hues. leo’s now colored in this pretty pink tint. and he’s shinning and bright, and, and…breathtaking.

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

♪ ♫ ♬

karai blinks stupidly, realizing leo’s being calling out to her.

“ uh karai .ᐣ you okay .ᐣ because you’ve been silent for the last five minutes。”

leonardo says, addressing her — sounding nervous and then — ( *fwsssh )

her face is burning up ; turning a lovely crimson as she gingerly accepts his hand — taking note of leo’s ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. shakily she stands on her feet and stumbles, though leonardo catches her.

“ easy、you took quite the hit。”

his voice is gentle, and kind—none of that condescending tone or harsh words. leo is offering her support and karai can’t help but lean into him—curling to his side; if leonardo is aware, he doesn’t say anything. she’s limping slightly as leo reunited with his brothers.

“ hey guys — i’m gonna go take karai home。”

shrill of disbelieving 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁s are heard from the brothers.

“ are you 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 .ᐣ ” raph huffs — pinching the bridge of his beak.

“ she’s the enemy, the bad guy or did you forget leo .ᐣ ”

donnie and mikey just nod in agreement.

“ no、but raph — just look at her。she’s injured and unable to walk。it would be cruel to just leave her be。”

the turtle brothers exchange on last look before conceding into leonardo’s heroic and martyr nature.

“ okay fine — but head straight back once you’re finished。”

raph hissed, gnashing his teeth together.

“ promise。”

and with that, the brothers part and leonardo turns his head to karai.

“ are you strong enough for a piggyback .ᐣ ”

karai nods letting go slowly and watches as leo gets onto his knee, attention on her. all too suddenly she’s self conscious about her hygiene and if she smells ok—snap out of it! karai climbs onto him and the turtle’s hand holds onto her thigh and climbs the nearest fire escape with ease—not struggling at all.

𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨。

karai mused to herself, letting her head rest on his shoulder as leo makes his way through the roofs of new york — she’s giving him directions of course, somewhere near the hideout but also far enough to keep the secrecy of its location. eyes half lidded — karai’s notices just how prettily the lights of new york shine under the night sky. painting the world in many wonderful colors. her stomach feels funny — ticklish and light; nervous. karai then closes her eyes — letting herself be vulnerable and small. after all, her leo wouldn’t hurt her.

“ karai — .ᐣ ”

slowly lifting her head, karai mumbles a tiny ‘ ʏᴇꜱ .ᐣ ’

“ we’re here。”

leonardo says with a whisper, mindful of people’s sleep.

“ thank you。”

karai murmurs, getting off of leo.

“ are you sure that you’re alright .ᐣ ”

the anxious teen asks, his handsome boyish face scrunched up in mild worry.

“ yeah—i’ll be fine、just need some rest with first aid、and then i’ll be right as rain。”

karai eases his concerns with a scoff, dismissing him. leonardo studies her briefly before nodding and turns, ready to leave. and —

“ w-wait .ᐟ ”

karai unconscious grabs ahold of his arm which causes leo’s attention to fall on her

“ yeah .ᐣ ”

she’s at loss for words; not expecting to have acted out subconsciously.

“ i-i just wanted to say, t-that i owe you one。”

leonardo rolls his eyes with a snort.

“ don’t — it’s what heroes do。later .ᐟ ”

giving a two fingered salute—the turtle disappears into the night, leaving a bewildered, questioning karai to her musings.

【𝓔𝓷𝓭.】

; ʚ♡ɞ

#i wrote it #kinda proud ngl #leorai #karai x leo #tmnt leo #tmnt karai #mm leo #my version of mm karai #I did a few tweaks #sooo?#I may not be a fan of leorai that much but im in love with my mutant mayhem leorai #they are cuties #mutant mayhem karai #mini fic #? kinda

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richardsphere · 2 months

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Leverage Log: The Rundown Job

Pig farm. (please dont be a serialkiller feeding his victims to his pigs. Please dont be a serialkiller feeding his victims to his pigs. Please dont be...) Angry farmer calls about rent. Guy stabs him with syringe gun. "know your sacrifice will save millions of lives." Probably not a serialkiller, either a conspiracy theorist, or a government agent part of a conspiracy.

--- Ok we've got a government hearing about a guy (not the same guy) doing "counterterrorism" (read: Murdering innocent civilians in Rome)

Oh no, we're doing one of those "cop who doesnt play by the rules is actually right" copaganda stories arent we? (but like, for US Blackop squads)

i already hate this episode with every fiber of my being. (and I eat a lot of fiber.) --- Oh, nice. The fight-scene in front of the elevator has a shot from below that lets us just see the overhead vent-passage Elliot just dropped behind the guard from. --- Not a fan of the Hardison HUD. It feels like we're stretching his already god-like hacking powers a bit too far. (like he's good dont get me wrong.) --- Parker definitly stole one of the diamonds. Those are way too many diamonds for any orphans to need and she is a legitimate kleptomaniac. (Like remember the 12 step job, she legitimately needs medication y'all.) --- Ok so this is our Elliot episode (already had a Parker one with the Broken Wing) Also this is probably happening simultaniously with the previous episode with the painting. Which means its three episodes in a row with the gang split. (that is... interesting. Either a scheduling thing or foreshadowing the season ending with the gang splitting up as Nate and/or Sophie retires and/or dies) --- "you stole a michelangelo with tinfoil and a chewing gum, Figure it out!" Nice callback to the Davids.

Oh disguise the sniper in a golfbag. Nice idea, unfortunately this means Elliot gets to practice his driverswing. --- They always were illegal, and I do not like that we're going the "US government black-ops are morally right to do their shit" angle on this story. --- "Better or worse, we change together", good line. simple. 9.5/10 Oh right, Parker is a dangerous driver. (i dont like that form of humor) Oh no, we're going for extremely racist bearded middle-eastern terrorist because god forbid the terrorists be anything but an affirmation of Bush era bigotry and propaganda. --- Ok old pre-CDC lab. (the pigs from the cold open are definitly of the Guinnea variety. Expect them to be dead if we ever see them again) Oh, we're dealing with the Spanish Flu. Well this episode definitly didnt age badly with an entire generation of people having suffered Plague-based traumatic experiences in the inbetween. (im not blaming Leverage for not knowing the future im just worried how this episode ends up handling such a now-sensitive topic)

--- 150 million, thats a big number.

Bro-trust moment between Elliot and Hardison. Hardison is so going to steal the "creepy spy truck" isnt he? I will not be satisfied if this episode does NOT relieve the US Government of 1 creepy ass violation of civil liberties and gives us a new Lucille. --- his name is Ahmed, because it couldnt just be Jim or Jordan or anything, had to be the most stereotypically propaganda name for a terrorist ever.

--- Oh thank god its just a white guy using xenophobia as a distraction to hide his real identity. (thank fuck)

Trailer is a trap. --- Ok good, well explained use of the hacking powers. (like the little detail about "always a little power, its how electric locks work") Tiny note: Usually an SOS means you are about to die. (either way it would've worked here. cause Vance could've turned around to find you and abandoned the trailer.)

--- Parker has stopped the train, Subject has cuffed himself to his briefcase (as if handcuffs are gonna stop Parker.)

--- Wow, this nutter actually managed to shoot Elliot. She kept the diamond, (I get its meant to be foreshadowing, but there is no way Parker doesnt regularly carry glasscutting equipment on her anyway. Im fairly certain its one of the first tools we saw her use back in the Nigerian Job)

And Parker with the little torch-thingy. (she is definitly the next Nate) --- Were Elliots eyes always this blue? (also how overlit is this scene? He's got like, no pupil)

But yeah, somehow this guy has been the most dangerous person Elliot ever had to fight. Even the guy they had to blow a Looney-tunes style hole in the ground around with C4 didnt hurt Elliot this much.

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Ok on to adress the 2 concerns i mentioned with this episode: The plague thing was fine, everything was contained and the thing didnt explode. If anything the real pandemic made this episode age better by giving it an escapist value. The Islamic Terrorism as a fakeout was... insensitive. I didnt like it, felt bad but not as bad as it could have been.

#leverage season 5 #leverage #the rundown job

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junsei-alke · 4 months

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keyframe n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering

“—And then Usagi-san threw him off the bridge! It was bogus!” A boyish voice dramatically informed the alligator mutant about his latest adventure over a tablet.

The boyish voice talking over the tablet is Michelangelo Hamato, Leatherhead’s best friend. Let it be known that the Hamatos’ and the Mutanimals decided a tablet is more suitable for Slash and Leatherhead as a gadget of communication. The two giant mutants won’t have to mind their strength or how small apps or texts are.

Leatherhead let out a hum, “Didn’t Usagi say this Jade is immortal?”

“Jei,” The orange-clad turtle corrected, “And he did! Maybe Usagi-san got his info wrong or Jei just bluff, or he just gets rebirth kind of immortality,” Michelangelo theorized.

“From your hectic adventure, I’m glad you returned safely, my friend,” The older mutant honestly thought the worst when the turtles were gone without notice. For some enemy managing to kidnap his friends without struggle…

Through the screen, Michelangelo winced, “Sorry, but couldn’t really do much when we’re spiritually summoned to another dimension by a blind fake immortal wolf,” The nun-chuck wielder joked weakly.

“Just how long were we gone?” Michelangelo asked quietly, “Cuz, I didn’t have to check when I have an awesome story to tell my two besties!” The turtle cheerfully added. At the edge of the screen, you can see a yellow bowl and can hear a faint meow.

A small smile formed on Leatherhead but inwardly he was frowning as well. His friend, in true ninja form, is great at misdirection. “Almost a week, my friend”.

The smallest mutant turtle's eyes widen, “Really? It was like—three days for us,” Michelangelo compared with a faraway look.

Leatherhead pressed his teeth together, to anyone who doesn’t know the mutant, they would say he’s restraining himself from eating something, but his expression is equivalent to a human pressing their lips together, a sign of displeasure. The alligator was about to change the topic, as he didn’t like the faraway look on Michelangelo’s normally bright face, but someone beat him to the punch.

“Mikey! I need your help!” Donatello called out, snapping Michelangelo’s trance.

“Coming Dee! Sorry Leatherhead, I’ll talk to you later,” The turtle apologized, as he moved the screen to a mutant ice cream cat, “Talk with Ice Cream Kitty! You guys haven’t talked since forever!”

“…”

“… How’s the freezer?” Leatherhead awkwardly questioned.

“Meowr~”

“You’re right, that’s an awful ice breaker to start a conversation,” Leatherhead apologized.

“Meow~”

“What? I didn’t pun.”

“Meeeow~”

“Oh… I didn’t realize,”

“Meoow~” The ice cream mutant titled her head a little, “Meow?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Meow!”

“When?”

“Meow~”

“That—”

“INTRUDERS!” A blue blur passed Leatherhead and leapt over the railings.

“Ice Cream Kitty, we’ll continue this later,” Leatherhead said goodbye to the cold mutant and ended the call.

Following the Salamandrian example, Leatherhead leapt over the railing as he saw three humans fighting Mona Lisa, Mondo Gecko, and Pigeon Pete.

“Pete!” The Leopard Gecko shouted in distress, as the human with a skull mask batted the Pigeon into a metal pillar.

Leatherhead roared as he tried to charge the masked human. But a red-haired human threw a smoke pellet at him. If Leatherhead was more clear-headed, he wouldn’t have attacked the red-haired human or the masked human, for they particularly looked like April O’Neil and Casey Jones. [1] It is fortunate that Leatherhead has a third eyelid or else he would’ve been so focused on regaining his vision than blocking a stab aimed at his underbelly.

“Mondo! Take the light out!” The only non-mutant in the Mutanimals ordered the mutant gecko.

“‘right!” The youngest mutant in the group cheekily saluted and proceeded to smash the control panel with his skateboard.

Leatherhead would’ve complimented Mona Lisa’s quick thinking of turning lights off [2] if he wasn’t busy trying to defend himself. The large mutant isn’t used on the defensive side of fighting, but his opponent is relentlessly attacking him.

But considering his redhead opponent switched with a black-haired human, that was fighting Mona Lisa. Leatherhead can see why this human hadn’t been knocked out by Mona Lisa, who is the only trained warrior in the Mutanimals with the exception of Slash.

CREEEAAAK

“What is going on!” A human-turned-monkey loudly demands. Beside the Monkey is a large snapping turtle with spikes and wearing a black bandana, carrying groceries.

“O’Neil! Jones! Opening!” The black-haired human pointed at the open garage door.

Wait. What? Did Leatherhead hear that right?

“Oh no one is leaving–” Rockwell interrupted with monkey noise, “–without giving me some answers!” [3] The former human telekinetically lifted the three human intruders into the air, and then glared at us. (Mona Lisa, Leatherhead, and Mondo Gecko)

“You can’t destroy the control panel to do the Lights off plan!” The scientist hissed angrily.

“Yeah, but I thought about how they can turn it on, so def need to destroy the panel, doc,” The youngest member of Mutanimals reasoned nonchalantly.

Dr. Rockwell’s eyes bulge in annoyance, “You're lucky I thought about this outcome and—monkey noise—made a backup panel!”

“And our little intruders are interesting.” Dr. Rockwell added as he eyed the three humans with maniacal interest.

“We ain’t telling ya’ nothin’!” Came a muffled statement from the masked human.

“Hm, yes,” Rockwell made another monkey noise, “Slash, you know where the backup panel. Take—monkey noise—Gecko with you, penance for destroying my tech.”

Slash grunted, “Let’s go, kid,” As he dropped the groceries, and walked outside.

“Not a kid!” Mondo squawked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Slash waved off the attempted correction, making Mondo offended.

Leatherhead stared at the duo bickering back and forth.

“Doctor, put them down, I want to try tying them up,” Mona Lisa enthusiastically said.

“Ah yes,” Monkey sounds, and eyes bulged for a second, “Space doesn’t have rope. Instead you alien tie with magnetic space metal.”

The Salamandrian warrior nodded, “Sometimes electricity. Burnt skin and pain make the captive more compliant.”

Leatherhead can attest. The Kraang had tied him with electricity before.

“Raphael taught me the proper ways of tying with ropes or wires. The painful and the non-painful way, and I’ve been looking for an opportunity to test my learnings” By that meaning, the non-painful is actually not painful for mutants or aliens. And maybe non-painful for trained humans only.

“And you’ll be trying…?” Leatherhead wanted to know, as Michelangelo tried teaching him once, but it was futile because Leatherhead kept accidentally cutting the wire/rope. But they did discover Leatherhead can somewhat tie someone with metal pipes in case chains aren’t available in the area.

“Wire. The painful way.”

Leatherhead felt pity for the human intruders. Michelangelo said the wire is more painful than the ropes. Unlike the ropes tied with the painful method, they irritate the skin if you try to move or escape, the wire on the other hand makes you bleed.

It took 10 minutes, as the humans tried to escape while being tied by the alien. And to Leatherhead’s surprise, the Salamandrian warrior tied the male human with the not painful method. And the fact the masked human gave her the most trouble despite being less refined than his companions.

During the 10 minutes, Slash and Mondo brought the back-up-controlled panel, which Dr. Rockwell quickly integrated into their lair system and managed to open the lights the moment Mona was finished tying the redhead human.

“Now!” Dr. Rockwell clapped and eyes bulged with enthusiasm, “These two humans!” The monkey removed the mask on the male human, “Are alternate versions of our friend April O’Neil and Casey Jones!”

That doesn’t seem outlandish since they look like adult versions of their friend. Leatherhead thought.

“And! This human is Karai!” Dr. Rockwell dramatically pointed at the black-haired human.

The proclaimed alternate Karai didn’t look like Karai in Leatherhead’s opinion.

“It seems, armour and being good at the battle is consistent for any version of Karai,” Mona Lisa complimented(?).

“You’re just going to accept that!?” Questioned the maskless Casey Jones.

“Casey…” Alternate April hissed.

The alternate Karai remained quiet as she observed them.

“Well yeah. Doc is pretty smart y’know,” Mondo answered, “Besides! Mikey told me that the multiverse exists cuz he already met an alternate version of himself… Twice!”

Alternate Universe Casey nodded hesitantly, “Okay… But all we know you guys are faking this whole alternate-whatever-situation story,” Alternate Casey Jones states with a furrowed suspicious brow.

Well, Leatherhead can’t fault this Casey Jones for being suspicious.

“We’ll call them.”

“What?”

“The turtles,” Mona specified.

“We’ll call them either way to fix this,” Slash added.

“They are the experts at this type of situation,” Rockwell said with a hint of jealousy.

“…So, you’ll untie us?” Alternate Karai asked.

“If you swear on your honour to stay until the turtles come,” Mona Lisa replied.

Alternate Karai raised her eyebrow, “You must know me intimately,” and something rest unsaid, that only Mona seemed to understand.

The alien warrior shrugged, “We have a bi-weekly girls' night out,”

Karai huffed in amusement, like she heard something funny, “I swear on my honour, I’ll stay until this universe’s turtles show up.”

Mona hummed before turning to the other humans, “How about you two?”

“Will you stay as well?”

When the alternate April O’Neil was about to speak, the garaged door opened, and garbage and rotten food is all they could smell.

“Hey, guys! I just finished an interview with—who are these humans? And why do they look like our friends?” Questioned by the newly arrived resident New York Hero, Muck Man.

Drip

dri–

GASP!

“Sensei!”

Splinter coughed relentlessly to the point he couldn’t recognize which of his sons had made him sit in a stable position. The mutant also has blurry vision.

“Whoa there sensei, take it easy,” His son rubbed his back.

It took a few minutes to not hack up his lungs and to regain his vision.

“You okay, master?” Questioned Raphael, who was leaning against a graffitied wall.

“Ye-yes, I am alright, my son.” Splinter cleared his throat, “Thank you, Donatello.”

Looking around with a clearer vision, Splinter can tell they’re in an ally way. Which the rat mutant didn’t expect to be at, being sucked into the portal. And speaking of portals…

“Where’s Leonardo?”

Seeing his three sons being together gives Splinter hope that his eldest is just reconning the area to be safe and he arrived with them. But with the expressions of his sons, Splinter’s hope wanes.

“We’re… not sure, Sensei,” Donatello took a deep breath, “Because we aren’t in our universe.”

“What do you mean, Donatello?” Splinter asked with a confused frown.

The purple-clad genius handed him a Newspaper, “While you were unconscious, Mikey and Raph did a little reconning around the area and I was protecting your body. When they’re done, Mikey found this,” The mutant turtle pointed at the newspaper date.

“August 6, 2015,” Splinter murmured in shock.

Donatello nods, “I would’ve said we’re in the future if it weren’t the fact the publishing company is different. Of course, I had taken into account the possibility of a new publishing company and future and such, but it says the company has been around since the 1887s. In our universe, it's Hearst, but here it's Hirst.”

“And don’t forget you dragged me to places!” Chimed Michelangelo.

His third oldest sighed, “And the fact I dragged Mikey to find areas that were supposed to be familiar but to only see to be slightly altered, but still related to our universe.”

“Dollar Tree is waaaay better than Cheap Shop,” Splinter’s youngest proclaimed.

“It is a little on the nose,” Donatello agreed.

“Ok, sensei is up to date. What are we going to do now?” Grunted Rapheal.

Splinter’s whiskers twitched at the small made wind.

Donatello puts a thoughtful expression, “We find this universe turtles.”

“No need,” a hoarse voice echoed through the valley.

Splinter remains in a relaxed form while his sons draw out their weapons.

Two pairs of white eyes dropped down from the fire escape stairs and stepped out of the shadows to show two giant mutant turtles.

‘Their body is completely submerged in the shadow.’ Splinter mused as he was impressed. For he knew these turtles only showed visibility because they wanted to.

“Your Don aaaaand your Leo?” Questioned Michelangelo in a disbelief tone, as he tucked away his nun-chuck.

Splinter can see why his son is in disbelief. The two mutants have different sizes. The one wearing a purple bandana—Who Splinter assumes to be Donatello—is tall and lanky, his muscles aren’t pronounced much, and his eye colour is reddish brown. While his blue bandana companion—Leonardo… Splinter’s heart is riddled with anxiety at the thought of his eldest—is smaller than this universe’s Donatello, with more pronounced muscles and his eye colour is silver-blue. While his sons have the same height, same muscles, and same eye colour, except for Michelangelo’s baby blue eyes.

“Yes, and yes,” Alternate Donatello answered dismissively, “So, what are you guys doing in our dimension? And what year is it on your end?”

“Ok–hold up. How can we be sure we can trust you,” Raphael questioned and interrupted before Donatello could answer his counterparts’ questions.

The alternate of his first and third eldest had shared an amused yet exasperated look at each other.

“From the looks of things, you act like our Raph. And if you're anything like our Raph” Alternate Donatello started, “You won’t trust our words regardless,” Alternate Leonardo finished.

“They got you there,” Donatello pointed out with an amused tone as he sheathed his Bō-staff.

Rapheal growled and grumpily crossed his arms after he sheathed his Sais. But the red-clad turtle is glaring warily at the alternate turtles.

“For your earlier questions. We didn’t mean to be here as we were forcefully sucked–“

Michelangelo laughs “Ha ha ha, suck.”

“–into a vortex. And it’s the year 2007 in our dimension.” Donatello continued as if he wasn’t interrupted.

‘Thank Spirit’

Splinter inwardly raised an eyebrow at what alternate Leonardo said. With Splinter’s ability to read lips, he managed to understand the young turtle’s words.

“Hm… What’s the source of the vortex? I might be able to replicate it.”

Donatello grimaced at the thought of the unusual source of the portal, “Stars alignment.”

“Excuse me?” Alternate Donatello stared at his son, with a gaze asking if he was joking.

“Yeah…” Unfortunately, Donatello isn’t joking.

“Right…” Came a dazed reply, “Not the weirdest transportation… What’s the stars' alignment called and how long to form?”

“Stars of Kicaan, and 3000 years to align,” Donatello answers.

“Leo?” The alternate genius turtle turned to his brother.

This universe of his eldest shook his head, “Maybe it forms on another planet,”

Alternate Universe Donatello hummed, “That is possible… Do you think Mona Lisa or Bishop has some information? Or willing to–”

Ba pa ba pa ba pa baa pa!

Alternate Leonardo was interrupted by a shell with a screen on it(?).

Splinter and his sons watched the object being tapped in the alternate blue-clad turtle’s hand and shared it with his Donatello.

“Looks like we’ll get information from Mona Lisa,” Alternate Leonardo said as he tucked away the small shell away. “We’re going to the Mutanimals,” Leonardo informed as he parkoured up to the building’s roof

“What? And where’s that?” Raphael loudly questioned, although, it sounded like a demand.

“Upper Manhattan,” Alternate Leonardo answered, not showing if he was bothered or not at Splinter’s hotheaded son tone, “And I hope you don’t mind being named by Mikey,” The alternate blue-clad turtled added.

“What about being named by me?” Michelangelo curiously asked as they followed his alternate brother’s example.

“Mikey–well our Mikey–likes naming things. Villains, people, or objects.” Alternate Leonardo explained.

“And if you named something without him, he’ll sulk for days,” The alternate purple-clad genius rolled his eyes.

Raphael scowled, “Why the fuck does he want to name us? We already have names!”

“Because there are two versions of each of us. So, he’ll want to name you or us. And judging by the text, Raph successfully threaten him to name you guys instead,” Alternate Donatello explained.

“Alright,” All six mutants dropped down in front of a vehicle, “Meet my baby, Shellraiser,” Alternate Donatello presented in a proud ‘Ta-Da’ position.

“Woah…”

The alternate version of his son revelled in the amazed look from Splinter’sfamily.

“Make yourself at home, But! Don’t break anything! Or dirty anything!” Alternate Donatello said as he sat in front of multiple monitors. While his brother sat at the steering wheel.

“Alright,” Alternate Leonardo secured his seatbelt, “Thirty-six minutes away from upper Manhattan,” The mutant set the Stick Shift.

Vrrrroooooooommm

“違う亀ですか？” Questioned Karai to the kneeling ninja. She had just been informed by one of her chuunin, who knows about her mutation and her other family members and even met them, about a Mutant Turtle with a blue bandana and twin katanas, that isn’t her brother.

“はい、カライさま” The ninja confirmed.

Karai sighed, “彼はどこにいる？”

“河童は会議室にいますよ、カライさま。” The ninja answered diligently.

Karai waved her hand, “解雇する” and the ninja disappeared.

Karai stayed still for a few moments, “Shinigami,” Karai turned to her Chuunin[4], “What do you think?”

“On whether this is an actual yokai tricking us or just an alternate version of your brothers?” Shinigami questioned, as she sat on Karai’s desk.

Karai let out a small smile, as she intertwines their fingers together, “Both.”

Shini hummed before magicking a flower, “Let’s pick Dendrobium petals, and see our answer,”

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

“Kame”

Pick

“Brother”

Fall

Karai watched as Shinigami plucked off the petals and let them fall to the ground until the last petal is in her hand.

“Brother,” Shinigami eyed the dendrobium petal with a Cheshire smile.

Shinigami let the petal fall to Karai’s palm. Which the Jounin [5] eyed.

“Tell Daisuke to put other Leo in a box–“ Karai paused as a mischievous idea formed in her head, “Actually–put him in a closet, and the inside must have these colours,” Karai handed a piece of paper, “And appoint a flight to New York.”

“As you wished,” Shinigami dramatically bowed and disappeared in a puff of smoke in her wake.

[1] Knowing these two humans looking like Leatherhead’s friends would compromise him. It would feel like he’s attacking his friends. Mona on the other hand thinks these humans were playing a dirty trick to look like her friends, by looking like her friends, these humans thinks she won’t attack them.

[2] Salamander, Leopard Gecko, and Crocodiles has better night vision than humans. Leatherhead is a mixed mutant between Alligator-Crocodile-Human

[3] I’m not typing OOOO-AAAA-OO for monkey noises.

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Wifi's (and friend) Ultimate Turtle Journey: Mirage Volume 1 skip list.

Have you ever started to get into a really popular media that you know next to nothing about? And the amount of ingrained cultural knowledge and predisposed popular opinions to have about it all left you all discombobulated? Did you then decide the best way to handle that was to go through all the media in as chronological an order as possible?

Well. Hi! I (and my companion in turtledom) did that with every cartoon, movie, anime ova, touring musical production and educational VHS we could find of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But now plumb out of media of the moving picture sort, it was time to get into comics.

This is not a list trying to make you read mirage, nor will it be a "just the good plot stuff" list. Those already exist! This is list for anyone also taking a maximalist approach to enjoying art, and letting the ideas of the people who make it flow over you. I think friction in consumption of art can be really interesting. But I will try and give you context for what that friction might be, and the lines I drew about no longer thinking something was worth my time (I never skipped tho i did occasional skim >_>). SO! Lets get too it!

Mirage 1-11, and the character micros (named after each character, published in order: Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello and Leonardo)

This is the "core text" as it were. Obviously read it. This is probably what you need if you want to get into fights on the internet too. I might recommend a pit stop to read Eastman and Laird Fugitoid, maybe after issue 4. Issue 8 is a crossover issue. You could read the micros however but read no. 9, then Leo, then 10.

#12-18 are, brace yourself. Filler. Oh the terror. I think mostly good! 12-15 all got adapted into 03 episodes. Here's the break down.

#19-21: Return to New York

#12 - A Laird turtle romp, has good character work, action.

#13 - A guest issue, but Michael Dooney's best imho, makes sense chronologically and in tone. Women's depiction in comics Advisory warning.

#14 - An Eastman turtle romp, cute Casey and April stuff, a favourite of mine.

#15 - Laird again, and adventure again. good art.

#16 - A guest issue, Mark Martin, also his strongest imho. Not very chronologically based (a time travel plot in fact) but I'd recommend this even to people who don't read mirage.

#17 - Eric Talbot, kinda of a guest issue, within its own text, non canonical, but cute. Mikey focused.

#18 - Guest issue, Mark Bodé. The plot is. Anti MSG messaging? Turtles go to China. Really truly, you can skip this.

Yes again, obviously you should read these. I like them so much. Brothers! Feelings! Murder! Its the works.

Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #1-7

Probably not were they go by publication date, but for simplicity... Lighter, easy read comics, all of them were adapted into 03 btw. I say read em, I saved them up for when mainline got too vexing. But probably at least read 4 [I, monster] and 6 [Leatherhead].

#22-48. Yes, most of em. Are "the guest era". But painting this large a chunk with the same skip or dont skip brush is beyond the pale. Some of the best and worst of Mirage is in here. Lets break it down.

#22-23. Sequels to #16. Not as strong, much weirder. But if you wanted more. You've got it. Has one gag I really like, and one I really don't.

#24-26. Rich Veitch's river saga. THE frictional art of frictional art. Emotional arc for the turtles, political and spiritual messaging. Advisory Warning for depiction of an Indigenous (Of an Algonquian tribe, probably Abenaki?) character and themes of colonialism, lots of offensive language used tho also, pro land back? Mysticism abound. If you read it, lets talk!

#27 Michael Dooney, a revisit of characters from Tales of TMNT, Radical and Carnage. Now in a... spiritual battle involved in (I believe, Lakota) religion. Stuff to chew on maybe, less offensive langauge but also maybe less to say. Dooney's treatment of women hints to a pattern.

#28 Written by Stephen Murphy and with art by Jim Lawson, makes this technically canonical, and regardless. Introspective and emotional. SO FUCKING GOOD. Also an 03 episode.

#29. AC Farley, read it for the art alone. Wild plot, fun romp.

#30. Rich Veitch again, cars! the grotesque! Highway culture. Very strange, pretty fun.

#31. Mike Zuilli and Stephen Murphy. This is truly, an AU. Continued in #35-36 (Sans Murphy). Maybe interesting to check out? Weird ass hell, maybe not in a good way? The strangest Splinter and Shredder. Mysticism, ofc. 36 Does end interestingly at least.

#32 Mark Bodé again, April and a female friend in Egypt. Cursed mummies, bad outfits. Truly skipable. (Also side bar: If someone told you this is the Only issue were April is drawn as Black or ambiguous. I Disagree. Lot of artists drew her in a lot of ways)

#33. Richard Corben. Silly turtles time travel. Cute, though the art might have given me motion sickness???

#34. Rich Hedden & Tom McWeeney. This is a Parody of the TMNT. Also not very funny. Also depicts a man having delusions and the shooting himself. (As comedy. of course. and its still not funny). Extremely skippable, though despite myself, the shots were said man sees the world populated with turtle mutants are kinda nice.

#35-36. See 31.

Phew. Done. #50-62 is the City At War arc, and finale of Mirage vol. 1. Read it! And good luck skipping any of it, it's like. 5 parallel story lines across 13 issues.

#37 Rick McCollum and Bill Anderson. I. ADORE. This issue. On the record have been singing its praises. Extremely characterful of the turtles, a reptile specific spiritual journey. Sequel to a mini "Donatello: The Ring", from Turtle Soup #2.

#38-40. Hedden and McWeeney again, this time, hornier. Still not funny. SKIPPPPPP.

#41. Matt Howarth. A look into the turtles, and Splinters, dreams. Just a cute little comic.

#42. McCollum and Anderson. Pretty good, an immortal witch summons ghosts of famous people to do her bidding (kidnap the turtles!). Mild advisory for women's depictions in comics, at least their drawn cooler... I like their Renet actually.

#43. Paul Jenkins and A.C. Farley. More of that good art! Donnie in his FEELINGS. Wild premise.

#44. Rick Arthur. Sequel to "The Name is Lucindra" Turtle soup vol 2. Raph gets a female sparring partner. There's maybe some feelings involved? its fine.

#45. Dan Berger. The return of Leatherhead! Probably canonical? I like it!

#46-47. Michael Dooney. A plot thread from #9 gets picked up. The turtles time travel to feudal Japan to stop a bad guy. Doesn't get more classic that that. Dooney's depiction of women goes turbo nuclear with this tho. Renet is less garbed than very and being man handled A lot.

#48-49 You have reached normal continuity by mirage regulars again. Casey Jones has a moral quandary of vigilantism. Return of Nobody from Tales of the TMNT. The turtles say some based shit about cops.

And that's pretty much it! I'm not skip listing all the side content cause i haven't read it yet and also. If your the kinda sicko who wants to read Mirage's Gobbledygook, Grunts, Turtle Soup or Plastron Cafe... What would you need a skip list for?

Wow! Now that's really it! You did it! Catch me next time when I finally know what the fuck happened with the rest of Mirage's publishing! Or what the hell is up with image comics? Or maybe those darn adventure comics from Archie.

#some shit #turbles...#wifi blogs mirage #tmnt #tmnt mirage #btw i really cannot offer any kind of comprehensive content warning type thing for this like some ppl have for shows.#my brain cant contain that all!!! but if you wanna chat about that topic. hit me up! i do think its important.#im not in any way an expert. i cant and wont make definitive calls but yeah! tells talk about it.

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Soooooo I accidentally just wrote a ~1300 word fic for a silly little idea during the recovery era of my Fight Dogz AU instead of going to sleep like I planned to.. and it’s 3:45 in the morning… and I have to get up at 8:30… so enjoy I guess!! I’m also making a short comic based on this because this idea has been eating at my brain for some reason. Head warnings very carefully and read at your own discretion!!!

TW: mentions of animal death, depression, mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of dog fights

Father-son bonding time over movies with very healthy amounts of concern, very much based off of interactions I have with my mom of the same caliber

Splinter happily sat up in bed, turning the page of his newest romance novel. He was just getting to the part of the woman discovering she was deeply in love with the business man when a shadow came over him. His ear flicked in alarm of the sudden intruder until he looked up and saw Leonardo standing in his doorway. It was still very new to see the young boys standing on two feet, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out the wolves were still getting used to it from their awkward stature.

A lighthearted jab sat at the tip of the rat’s tongue until he fully took in Leonardo’s state; the boy stood in the doorway, his left leg trembling from the lasting injury of his last fight in the Battle Nexus. He wore one of the more well loved hoodies that Splinter knew mostly smelled like him, since he wore it all the time back when he was still acting. He held his portable DVD player that Splinter had gifted him a few years prior as a peace offering, a few movies sitting atop the technology. All of that was good and well, but the dried track of tears were what caught Splinter’s attention.

His boys all struggled with their mental health, but Leo always seemed to be the one most affected by the horrors that followed him from living with Big Mama. Of course he worried about them, but it was really only Michelangelo that had come to him to chase the monsters away.

“Can we uh… can we watch a movie?” Came Leonardo’s voice. His voice seemed to scratch from his throat, protesting its use.

Splinter smiled and moved farther towards the wall to allow the canine into his bed.

“Of course we can. Come, climb in.” He insisted, patting the mattress next to him. Leonardo smiled sheepishly and shuffled over to the bed, the sound of his paws dragging across the stone echoing through the room. He was careful climbing into the bed, mindful of his dvd player and the movies he held while being tentative about entering unfamiliar territory. Usually, if Splinter could hear him, the rat would come and stay in Leo’s room if he was having a bad night of night terrors or flashbacks. This was very new for both of them.

“I thought we could watch that movie, Dirty Dancing?” He muttered, clicking on the device and opening the disc console.

“Ah yes! One of my favorites. That movie had just come out before I was taken into the Hidden City. What an accomplishment that movie was!” Splinter agreed, his hand resting on his white beard. Leo smiled softly as the old rat regaled in his acting days; it was a nice distraction to the thoughts fighting for attention in his head.

Leo was no stranger to the clutches of depression and anxiety. His thoughts often got the best of him on a good day, and he would go to Donnie or Raph when that happened. He didn’t want to force any of his problems onto Mikey, the youngest of them already dealing with his own issues, but his older brothers were always willing to listen to him. Tonight, however, was one of the nights that were downright terrifying. His thoughts screamed at him, reminding him of everything he had done and regrets, the other dogs he had fought almost to their death (some he had fully killed all in the name of the stupid sport he was forced into), demanding he pay for what he had done. One of the first nights they had spent in their new home was one of the worst nights he had experienced, driving him to force his claws into his scars to remind himself of the pain he had caused all of those other dogs and their families (since then, he always kept his nails very short and blunt). There was even a point when he struggled with the motivation to stay alive, his brain demanding he pay for the death of all those others with his own. He had simply returned to his brothers’ sides and snuggled closer into their pile.

Tonight was another horrible night, almost mirroring that initial night in their home. He couldn’t take it, and finally mustered up the courage to look to his dad for help. Though, he couldn’t just talk about how he was feeling, so he had to bring in his favorite distraction.

“Leonardo? Is everything alright, my son?” Splinter’s gentle voice broke through his train of thought, startling him for a moment. He took a deep breath and nodded, beginning the movie.

“It was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind.”

They sat in comfortable silence, watching the movie progress in its story. Leo swallowed his pride and snuggled up close to Splinter, maneuvering himself far enough down the bed to tuck his head under the rat’s chin and rest comfortably on his chest. Splinter smiled softly to himself and wrapped an arm around his son, his heart fluttering with pure happiness and pride when he felt Leo’s tail wag ever so slightly under the blanket.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Splinter whispered, turning his full attention to his son. Leo swallowed softly and shrugged, his uneven ears flattening ever so slightly. Splinter shifted gently and looked down at Leonardo, a frown adorning his face.

“What is going on, my son? You can tell me anything.” He muttered, his hand gently running through some tangles in his son’s fur. Leo’s ears flattened more and new tears sprang to his eyes; he didn’t know why, but hearing the genuine care and worry in his dad’s voice broke a hole in the dam.

“I-I… I’m just having a really bad night. My brain won’t shut up.” He whimpered, hiding his face in his sleeve. Splinter’s concern only grew; he understood bad mental health himself, and was well aware of how dangerous it could get when going unaddressed.

“Shut up how? Are you… are you having flashbacks? Nightmares?” He asked softly. Leonardo shook his head, tensing ever so slightly as Splinter’s hand stilled against the back of his neck.

“Are you safe with yourself?” The rat asked, and that forced Leo to look up at his father, tears finally falling at that question. After a few moments of looking at each other, he forced his face into his dad’s chest, shaking his head as he sobbed. Admitting that he didn’t feel safe alone was one of the hardest things for Leonardo to do. He always tried to put on a brave face and tough through it, but there were so many times when he couldn’t.

“Okay… okay…” Splinter whispered, gears turning impossibly fast in his head as he tried to devise the best course of action to help his son.

“I want you to spend the night in here, alright? We can keep watching movies. It looks like you brought quite a few of them!” He requested, offering a small smile as Leo peeked up at him from his sleep shirt, now decorated with small spots of red from the dark red dye that remained over Leonardo’s face markings. The wolf nodded, sniffling and rubbing his eye to dry it.

“Yes please.” He whispered, sounding more like the teenager he was instead of a vicious dog fight champion. Splinter smiled and hugged Leonardo closer, returning his focus to the movie and spotting an old friend that was an extra in the movie. This, of course, set him off on a whole tangent about how they got to meet each other. Leo chuckled softly and snuggled in closer, happy to listen to his father’s crazy tales as long as it took for the voices in his mind to shut up and let him sleep.

#rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #tmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #teenage mutant ninja dogs #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #fight dogz au #fightdogzau #i wrote this instead of sleeping #literally

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━━━ CHARACTER SHEET

FULL NAME: 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

NICKNAME: Les, Wolf-killer, Daddy, Uncle Les, Lioncunt

ALIASES: The Vampire Lestat, The Brat Prince, The Damnedest Creature, Rule Breaker

PRONOUNS: He/Him

HEIGHT: 6'0"

AGE: Near 300 ( Modern ) 222 ( Rock star era ), late 100s

ZODIAC:. Scorpio. ( ---- possessive, controlling , suspicious, investigative. passionate, intense, competitive, romantic, sexual, artistic ). His birthday is on November 7th

LANGAUGES:. French, English, Italian & some Spanish

HAIR: Blond hair that is not quite shoulder length, and that is rather curly at the ends, Sometimes appears white under fluorescent lighting.

FACIAL HAIR: clean, no facial hair.

EYES: His eyes are grey - blue, BUT they reflect the colors of every variation of blue or violet easily from surfaces around them. They appear very vibrant & almost hypnotic.

SKIN: Pale, fair, soft.

BODY TYPE: Muscular, as if he is built from Michelangelo himself. Strong arms, fitted waist. His nose is fairly short and narrow, while his mouth is well shaped 'though slightly too large for his face', The only feature that proves he is not human is his glazed fingernails which give the impression that they are made of glass.

VOICE: Deep, soft, confident --- though once he yells he YELLS. It echoes off the walls & is striking to the human ear. Once you hear him speak you can tell how cocky, self-centered, egotistical he is. He tends to LAUGH when he’s nervous when he’s not supposed to & he finds it really difficult to stop.

DOMINATE HAND: ambidextrous

POSTURE:. confident, no slouching. Some say he walks into every room hips first.

SCARS: None.

BIRTHMARKS: soft star freckles throughout his body but nothing major.

NOTISABLE FEATURES: Eyes, nose, body. He believes his best noticeable feature is well -- ALL of him.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Auvergne, France

HOMETOWN: New Orleans

SIBILINGS: Youngest of 3, only one to survive to adulthood

PARENTS: Gabrielle & Marquis d'Auvergne. Marquis was blind & died young. Mother was changed by her son --- as well as his first fledgling. Gabrielle also becomes the first to leave him. Mother & Son become extremely bonded for life -- Lestat recalls her being cold & uncaring to everyone. She was the only person who was educated in her family and read her books every day, yet lacked the patience to teach Lestat how to read or write.

OCCUPATION: rock star, musician, author, theatre actor, hunter.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: France, New Orleans, on tour, Dubai ( --- all depends on timeline. )

CLOSE FRIENDS: Louis de pointe du Lac, Claudia, Armand, Daniel, David, Rose ---- would you call them friends, though ?

FINANICAL STATUS: wealthy, well off.

LICENSE: Probably at one point but he never gets it renewed so . . . good luck.

VICES: Blood, lots of blood, interesting beautiful people, music, art, the state of great comfort and extravagant living, interesting architecture

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: nondiscriminating ! mostly queer --- pansexual. He just like sex, with anyone. He is attracted to whoever most interests him at the time. Most of his early experiences are with male companions; he himself explains this by saying the women in previous centuries simply were not as interesting as men. He will ALSO offhandedly mention that he is frightened of women ( & feminine men ) to the point that he finds them extremely & egregiously distracting.

EMOTIONAL ROLE & SEXUAL STYLE: Very dominate with whoever he is with, sorry about it. He’s a rough passionate person & will likely do the most weirdest things to capture the attention of his partner.

TURN ONS: blood, blood play, sexual confident creatures, bold confident beautiful individuals, blurred lines in context, bruises, scratches, blonde woman usually, artistic nature of the human being, talent when it comes to the arts.

TURN OFFS: things not going his way, sharing usually, not finishing something that is already started. ( Can’t stand the heat? stay out of the kitchen. )

LOVE LANGAUGE: gift giving, foreplay, playing instruments together, teasing, softly touching their face or body, writing them music & playing it for them, hunting together & sharing the kill, quiet wine drinking together at the table while talking among themselves, quiet evenings in front of the fire with someone.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: he’s not really into the relationship UNLESS he believes you to be his soulmate. He hasn’t ever had a love like Nicki UNTIL Louis came along. Despite his charisma, Lestat is portrayed as a lonesome individual & goes along with no strings attached --- until he does find that some strings actually have knots & are harder to pull apart.

THEME: playlist.

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: playing the piano, any piano related instrument & the violin, writes songs, sings, writes his own books, drinks blood like it’s wine, standing out on the balcony on a clear night to look up at the stars, smoking, feeding, sex, but mostly just quietly reading a book & looking around so no one sees that he can actually enjoy some literature while a classic tune plays over the radio.

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: right brained, creative type.

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Lestat is extremely overly confident & prideful who never lets his guard down & he TRIES hard not to show vulnerability. Except when he does, he breaks & starts screaming or crying when he shouldn’t. Despite the fact that he shows to the world, deep down, Lestat is incredibly sensitive. He feels all emotions very deeply, & he feels as if he must guard his heart with a shield. He is HIGHLY aware of his own actions and how much of a nuisance he can be. He MAY be very sentimental & susceptible to the feelings of others & that too can become a problem when we add the fact that he is easily hurtful. ( WARNING LABEL: not for the faint of heart )

#▸ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 || i am an unwilling devil.#▸ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓 || There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else and that is lonelines.#━━━ desired prince.#tagging: you !

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lover-of-cartoonz · 4 months

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here lays my beloved old profile picture of 3 years, lesbian background river styxx moobvg fanart. though i will love it dearly forever, the time has come to move past my old self, to shed a new skin, and begin a new era. as leaves change colour and fall as seasons change, i too enter a new season of my life. while my few mutuals who have no doubt grown accustomed to my absence and lack of posting and reblogging may no longer recognize me, i will be able to move past 13 and onto a big, strong 16. this is the lover-of-cartoonz era of maturity, of grace, of resilience, of strength, of danger, of posting all of my thoughts about literally everything and leaving for 2 months, and of elegance. each day, as i enjoy my newfound wings as i escape from my cozy, familiar cocoon, i will relish in my shining michelangelo 2012 with slight lesbian background profile picture. i will search for the unknown. i will evolve. while lesbian background river styxx moonbvg fanart is still and will forever be a part of me, i grow past it defining me. while feeling deep adoration for monster high and being a bold, blaring lesbian are still very much me, i explore new opportunities to be a little nerdy asshole.

R.I.P

2021-2024

dearly loved, dearly missed

#can u tell im getting sick and am bored as fuck already #and also that i think im really funny and also know that im not #anyways #i love u #tumblr #yarg harg harg #awoooo #im sick as balls rn im snuffling so hard its unreal :(

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bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls · 1 year

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This... Is BGNN

Things you might want to know, for Mar 24, 2023:

The 50 Best Lana Del Rey Songs — 🍿

Why the news is so negative — and what we can do about it — Human minds weren’t meant to think globally. We have a hard time comprehending numbers bigger than a million, distances greater than a few hundred miles, and time as more —or less— than a constant… we’re not optimized to react rationally to rapidly-changing, large-scale situations.

“Click-to-cancel” rule would penalize companies that make you cancel by phone — It’s shocking that this hasn’t been the law of the land all along.

Florida principal fired after parents of sixth graders complained Michelangelo's David statue is "pornographic" — The existence of stupid assholes who think David is porn is less disappointing than the knowledge that they’ve been taken seriously.

Dick Van Dyke crashes his car into a gate in Malibu — Grandpa, it’s time to surrender the keys.

Blockbuster might be staging a comeback — and it should — The article is mostly clickbait, but there’s a point buried in it: there’s a need for a brick-and-mortar establishment where you can rent games and the many, many films/shows that are unavailable for streaming due to rights issues.

Justin Roiland domestic violence charges dropped, Rick and Morty creator speaks out — I’ve only watched one or two eps of the show, so… good for him. I guess?

The Assassin’s Teapot — 🗡️

Sofia Coppola’s daughter is accidentally incredible at TikTok — Wow. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear this was performance art. And if it wasn’t, it should be.

Two men used toothbrush to tunnel out of prison only to be caught at a nearby IHOP the next morning — Personally, I’d rather get caught at Denny’s.

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TRAILER: Nobody wants to work these days, but especially not RENFIELD — If this is anything less than delightful, I’ll be quite cross.

The ‘algospeak’ code words TikTokkers use to post about sex, self-harm — 🍑🍆

Willis Reed, Hall of Fame Center for Champion Knicks, Dies at 80 — A whole era of basketball is rapidly fading away.

Conspiracy theorists led family to death in Switzerland — 😑

#news #Youtube

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cyanidecrxsh · 10 months

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All about art fraud - an essay by me

Art fraud is the false representation of the artist, age, origins or ownership of a work of art. It is done deliberately, in order to get some sort of profit from it. From forged masterpieces to misrepresented artworks and fraudulent art market schemes, art fraud undermines the authenticity, value, and trust within the art market. The consequences extend beyond financial losses, often ruining the reputations of artists, galleries, and institutions. This article will discuss the different types of art fraud, famous cases of it, and how it is detected.

History of art fraud

Art forgery dates back for more than two thousand years. For example, Ancient Roman sculptures would produce copies of ancient Greek sculptures. The contemporary buyers likely knew that they were not genuine, but still bought them anyway because they liked how they looked and didn't really care about the identity of the artist(s).

The notion of intellectual property—the idea that artists’ works belong to them—dates at least back to medieval Europe, although history records examples of the concept as early as ancient Greece. It took hold sufficiently during the Renaissance for Michelangelo to take his work back when his work was misattributed. It was reported that when he discovered that another artist was receiving credit for sculpting the famous Pietà (which is currently in St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome), Michelangelo returned with his chisel and added his signature across the center of the sculpture, on the prominent sash across Mary’s upper body (in Italian): “Michelangelo Buonarroti, Florentine, made this.”

In the 18th and 19th centuries, the trend of an interest in classification and studying the past resulted in an uprising in forgeries as the art market adjusted to accommodate the new interest in the artistic past. That interest in the classification of the past also led to the founding of academic disciplines such as the history of art. The study of art history and the creation of agreed-upon bodies of work for artists and eras, as well as advances in science, made possible in the 20th century the winnowing out of forgeries, fakes, and misattributions from authentic works. As art historians gained more knowledge about the past and the styles, materials, and working conditions of artists and historical epochs, inauthentic and fraudulent works were more readily exposed.

Types of art fraud

Forgery of a famous artist's work of art is the most common type of art fraud,

One of the most common types of art fraud is the forgery of famous artworks. There are three varieties of art forgers; The person who actually creates the fraudulent piece, the person who discovers a piece and attempts to pass it off as something it is not, typically in order to increase the piece's value, and the third who discovers that a work is a fake, but sells it as an original anyways to gain a profit.

An art forger must be at least somewhat proficient in the type of art he is trying to imitate. Many forgers were once fledgling artists who tried, unsuccessfully, to break into the market, but since they weren't very successful, they had to resort to foraging artworks in order to make a living. Sometimes, an original item is borrowed or stolen from the owner in order to create a copy. The forger will then return the copy to the owner, keeping the original for himself. An example of this happening is in 1799, when a self-portrait by Albrecht Dürer which had hung in the Nuremberg Town Hall since the 16th century was loaned to Abraham Wolfgang Küfner. The painter made a copy of the original and returned the copy in place of the original. This forgery was later discovered in 1805, when the original came up for auction and was purchased for the royal collection.

Some art foragers will also pretend that a piece of art is older than it actually is. For example, an art dealer could lie that a statue was from Ancient Greece or that a wave was from China's Ming Dynasty, just so that they could get more money, since artifacts from those times are extremely valuable.

In the old times, it was not uncommon for replicas of famous art pieces to be in demand. For example, the bronze Spear Bearer (450 - 445 BC) by Greek Sculpture Polyclitus, for example, was very well known for its seemingly perfect proportions and beauty. As a result, it was often copied in marble for Roman collectors in subsequent centuries. The copies have all survived into the 21st century, but we are aware that none of them are the original sculpture.

Although many art forgers reproduce works solely for money, some have claimed that they have created forgeries to expose the credulity and snobbishness of the art world. Essentially the artists claim, usually after they have been caught, that they have performed only "hoaxes of exposure".

Certain art dealers and auction houses have been alleged to be overly eager to accept forgeries as genuine and sell them quickly to turn a profit. If a dealer finds the work is a forgery, they may quietly withdraw the piece and return it to its previous owner—giving the forger an opportunity to sell it elsewhere.

Art fraud extends beyond the forgery of famous artworks. Another form of art fraud involves the misrepresentation of artworks, where deceptive practices are employed to sell counterfeit or misrepresented pieces. In such cases, unscrupulous individuals may create fake artworks, imitating the style of renowned artists or producing artworks falsely attributed to well-known creators. They capitalize on the demand for certain artists or art movements, taking advantage of the desire of collectors to own valuable and historically significant pieces. Furthermore, art fraudsters may manipulate provenance and authentication records, providing false documentation to lend credibility to the misrepresented artwork. By intentionally misrepresenting the origins, authenticity, or value of artworks, these fraudsters prey upon unsuspecting buyers and undermine the trust and transparency that are crucial to the art market.

Some forgers have created false paper trails relating to a piece in order to make the work appear genuine. The British art dealer John Drewe created false documents of provenance for works forged by his partner John Myatt, and even inserted pictures of forgeries into the archives of prominent art institutions. Experts and institutions may also be reluctant to admit their own fallibility. Art historian Thomas Hoving estimates that different types of forged art comprise up to 40% of the art market though others find this estimate to be ridiculously high.

Art market scams often involve fraudulent practices by art dealers and galleries, which exploit the collector's desire to own rare or investment-worthy artworks. In some cases, fraudulent art investment schemes are created, promising returns on art purchases or investments. Some dishonest individuals may convince unsuspecting buyers to invest in artworks that are misrepresented in terms of their value. Such scams can lead to significant financial losses for investors who fall victim to them. Additionally, untrustworthy art dealers and galleries may engage in unethical practices, such as selling counterfeit artworks or misrepresenting the authenticity and condition of pieces to unsuspecting buyers.

Motivations behind art fraud

One of the most common motivations behind art forgery is financial gains. Since a lot of artworks cost a lot, particularly those attributed to famous artists, fraudsters see an opportunity to exploit the market. By creating convincing forgeries or misrepresenting artworks, they aim to trick buyers and collectors into paying exorbitant sums for counterfeit or falsely valued pieces. The potential profits derived from successful art fraud can be staggering, incentivizing individuals to engage in these deceitful practices.

Some art fraudsters are driven by their own ego and the thirst for fame and recognition. They aspire to create pieces that are admired and celebrated, even if it means falsely attributing them to famous artists or copying their styles. By passing off their creations as original works of renowned artists, they seek validation and acclaim from the art world, attempting to fool critics, experts, and the public in the process.

Art fraud can also be motivated by a desire to challenge the authenticity and reputation of established artists. In some cases, individuals with grudges or vendettas against specific artists may attempt to create fake artworks in the style of those artists, aiming to cast doubt on the legitimacy of their body of work. By introducing doubt and controversy, they undermine the trust placed in the artist's authenticity, potentially ruining their reputation and market value.

Art fraudsters may target specific artists or artworks with the intention of weakening their market value. By flooding the market with counterfeit or falsely attributed works, they can dilute the demand and decrease the perceived rarity of genuine pieces. This manipulation can have far-reaching consequences, affecting the livelihoods and reputations of artists and impacting the overall dynamics of the art market

How is art fraud detected?

Modern inventions can help with the detection of art fraud. The detection of art fraud involves advanced scientific techniques and the expertise of art historians. Methods such as radiocarbon dating, spectroscopy, and microscopic examination can help experts analyze artworks in detail to determine whether they're authentic or not.

Art historians with experience play a very important role in spotting inconsistencies and comparing artworks to known authentic pieces. Their extensive knowledge of art history, artists' styles, and techniques help identify forgeries or raise suspicions regarding misrepresented artworks. By combining scientific advancements with the sharp eye of experts, the art world can better detect and expose fraudulent practices, protecting collectors and investors from falling victim to art fraud.

Famous cases of art fraud

One notorious case of art fraud was when New York art gallery M. Knoedler & Co. sold $80 million of fake artworks claimed to be by Abstract Expressionist artists between 1994 and 2008. During this time, Glafira Rosales brought in about 40 paintings she claimed were genuine and sold them to gallery president Ann Freedman. Claimed to be by the likes of Mark Rothko and Jackson Pollock, the paintings were all, in fact, forgeries by Pei-Shen Qian, an unknown Chinese artist, and mathematician living in Queens, New York. In 2013, Rosales entered a guilty plea on charges of wire fraud, money laundering, and tax evasion. In July 2017, Rosales was ordered by a federal judge to pay US$81 million to victims of the fraud. Pei-Shen Qian was indicted but fled to China and was not prosecuted. The final lawsuit connected with the case was settled in 2019. The case had a Netflix documentary made about it called "Made You Look: The True Story About Fake Art". It was released in 2020.

Another famous case of art fraud was done byHan van Meegeren (1889-1947). He was a mid-level Dutch artist with a penchant for a naturalistic and realistic style in a time when avant-garde movements were commonplace. It is easy to see why the art critics were not enthusiastic about his work; they recognized his technical talent but found no sign of originality. Out of spite and driven by the desire to humiliate those critics, van Meegeren began to deceive them.

Van Meegeren successfully created and sold numerous paintings attributed to famous Dutch Golden Age artists, such as Johannes Vermeer. His most notable forgery was "The Supper at Emmaus," which he presented as a newly discovered Vermeer masterpiece.

Van Meegeren very thoroughly studied the techniques, style, and materials used by Vermeer to create his forgeries. He even aged the paintings using various methods to make them appear older than they really were. His creations tricked art experts, collectors, and critics, including renowned art historian Abraham Bredius, who declared "The Supper at Emmaus' ' as a genuine piece by Vermeer.

However, van Meegeren's career as a forger ended after World War II, when he was arrested for collaboration with the Nazis. It was then when van Meegeren revealed his secret life as a forger and offered to prove his guilt by creating another forgery. He painted a new Vermeer-inspired artwork under police supervision, demonstrating his abilities.

The case attracted international attention, exposing the vulnerabilities of the art world to forgery. Van Meegeren's trial became a spectacle, and his confessions shed light on the flaws in art authentication processes. Despite his criminal acts, van Meegeren's forgeries are now considered masterful artworks in their own right, with some of his works displayed in museums as examples of art fraud and the skills that these foragers possess.

Negative impacts of art fraud:

Art fraud has widespread consequences besides financial losses. It messes up the reputation of artists, galleries, and experts while destroying trust within the art market.

Financially speaking, art fraud leads to significant loss of money for collectors and investors who unknowingly acquire bogus or misrepresented artworks. The reputations of artists falsely attributed to false works may suffer, casting doubt on all of their hard work. Galleries and experts involved in fraudulent practices face scrutiny and lose credibility in the art world.

Most importantly, art fraud undermines trust within the art market. It creates doubt regarding the genuineness and value of artworks, making it challenging for honest artists and sellers to gain credibility. This loss of trust hampers the growth and stability of the art market as a whole.

Conclusion:

From all of this we can conclude that although it is very interesting to read about, art fraud is a problem that threatens the integrity of the art world. From forged masterpieces to misrepresented artworks and fraudulent market schemes, the consequences of art fraud extend beyond financial losses. Detecting and preventing art fraud requires the collaboration of experts, scientific advancements, and stringent regulations. By raising awareness, promoting transparency, and encouraging ethical practices, authenticity, value, and trust can be preserved within the art market. Continued caution and a collective commitment are necessary to protect artists, collectors, and the cultural heritage that art represents.

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