Shellectro the Superturtle!

Gravi-turtle twitched, one eye partly open behind his mask, shakily untying his cape so he could breathe a little better, considering the cape was always a little too firm around his collarbone.

Mikey assisted the turtle with undoing the cape, whispering a slew of apologies as he finally came across the communicator in his belt. He put the device on speakerphone, apologized again for what he was about to do to the cape, and then began to tear the article in long strips to use as bandages.

Gravi-turtle didn’t even flinch as his prized cape was torn apart bit by bit, eyes barely open and vision hazy.

He pressed a button that indicated a call to headquarters, and as the phone rang Mikey went to work binding Graviturtle’s wounds to the best of his knowlege.

“Gravi!?” Blobby exclaimed, about to flick the thing off before hearing the voice speak again and freezing. “...What else? What’s going on?” Thumping could be heard from the other side as Griddex made his way over to the supercomputer, having heard the news. He growled softly.

This account is run by a very nervous mun who is more scared of you than you are of me.

The turtle watched with interest, until a scream made him quickly turn his head and dash off in the direction it came from.

Raph snapped his head up and he was after it in an instant, eyes wide. Who was causing trouble this time? He whipped out his sai again, jumping down into the shadows.

Raph watched the two, frowning from where he was hidden. Strange. It was a blob. Just a blob, and another stranger. He tipped his head, not putting his sai away but also not wanting to interfere, wanting to see how this played out.

The turtle snarled, “Get out of here and leave the people alone.” His bulky figure underneath the coat seemed to grow a little in size. The thing just laughed, “You are pathetic. As always.”

So these two must have history. Raphael finally put his sai away, crouching down in the darkness and watching them. What are they? he wondered silently, head tipped.

“Says the thing that’s half turtle, half blob.” The seemingly older one snarled, as the blob-thing just laughed even more, before slipping away and escaping into a manhole. The other snarled, looking down at the manhole angrily.

Raph hesitated, peering out a little bit. He’d gone into the sewers. He frowned, then jumped up onto the fire escape. He didn’t need to go down into the sewers. The blob thing would show itself again.

The hidden figure vanished off into an alleyway of his own.

Raph glanced down, then decided to tail him. If he couldn’t follow one, he’d trail after the other.

He pressed a button in the wall and a hatch opens as he slides down the tunnel, a bit of green scales revealed by the drafts pushing his hood back.

Curiosity drove him on and Raph quickly followed, pressing the button and slipping in behind the other. It seemed like a turtle, and he thought it was one. But something was strange about it.

Raph peered inside, eyes going wide. Griddex? What was he… oh. Sliver. Well. This just turned nasty. Raph crouched in the shadows, staying hidden. He couldn’t tell what sort of mess he’d gotten himself into this time.

This was… strange. Raph peered into the room, watching them curiously. Where exactly did he land himself? Sliver actually acting like a father to them? Raph sat down, head tilted and eyes narrowed.

“Weird.” Raph whispered softly. He stood up again, looking back towards the tunnel. Maybe he could find Shellectro and see what Grid meant.

He didn’t have to look too far to find the very turtle he’d been searching for. One part of the town was suddenly pulled into a blackout, a green object shifting through the alleyways, jumping into a window and out of sight.

Gravi-turtle clung to the end of his whip for dear life, before finally deciding to draw it in and let go of Mikey. It was the biggest jump off a cliff he’d ever take, but he was risking it. His beaten body was in no state for another bullet, so the gun would have to stay in his hands.

Gravi-turtle lay almost motionless on the tiles, his whip having released the hold on his wrists and reverted back to it’s original length. The superturtle’s chest rose and fell shakily with each painful, sharp breath he took in.

No response greeted his words, Gravi-turtle’s breathing shallow and hoarse, only a few twitchy movements signifying he was alive.

Michelangelo wished he could regain that same breathtaking speed he had before, just so he could cover the distance between himself and the superturtle faster. However, it was more than clear that whatever power had been awakened in him would only be activated to suite the rat’s will. Thus, he crawled toward his friends with an agonizing slowness before searching the hero’s belt for some sort of a communication device.

Gravi-turtle twitched, one eye partly open behind his mask, shakily untying his cape so he could breathe a little better, considering the cape was always a little too firm around his collarbone.

Mikey assisted the turtle with undoing the cape, whispering a slew of apologies as he finally came across the communicator in his belt. He put the device on speakerphone, apologized again for what he was about to do to the cape, and then began to tear the article in long strips to use as bandages.

Gravi-turtle didn’t even flinch as his prized cape was torn apart bit by bit, eyes barely open and vision hazy.

He pressed a button that indicated a call to headquarters, and as the phone rang Mikey went to work binding Graviturtle’s wounds to the best of his knowlege.

The one thing he would die for was the thing that kept his powers intact and from overloading. Gravi-turtle didn’t want to have to do it, but with his free shaky hand, for a split-second, he began rapidly firing bullets in Mikey’s general direction, but aiming more for his leg or foot than head or torso. He wanted to slow him down, not kill him.

Michelangelo let out a sharp cry as he felt something pierce his calf, and toppling forward he skidded across the room by way of inertia, slowed by the heavy body of the superturtle that still clung to the whip as he slid across the floor upon his side.

Gravi-turtle clung to the end of his whip for dear life, before finally deciding to draw it in and let go of Mikey. It was the biggest jump off a cliff he’d ever take, but he was risking it. His beaten body was in no state for another bullet, so the gun would have to stay in his hands.

Gravi-turtle lay almost motionless on the tiles, his whip having released the hold on his wrists and reverted back to it’s original length. The superturtle’s chest rose and fell shakily with each painful, sharp breath he took in.

No response greeted his words, Gravi-turtle’s breathing shallow and hoarse, only a few twitchy movements signifying he was alive.

Michelangelo wished he could regain that same breathtaking speed he had before, just so he could cover the distance between himself and the superturtle faster. However, it was more than clear that whatever power had been awakened in him would only be activated to suite the rat’s will. Thus, he crawled toward his friends with an agonizing slowness before searching the hero’s belt for some sort of a communication device.

Gravi-turtle twitched, one eye partly open behind his mask, shakily untying his cape so he could breathe a little better, considering the cape was always a little too firm around his collarbone.

Mikey assisted the turtle with undoing the cape, whispering a slew of apologies as he finally came across the communicator in his belt. He put the device on speakerphone, apologized again for what he was about to do to the cape, and then began to tear the article in long strips to use as bandages.

Gravi-turtle didn’t even flinch as his prized cape was torn apart bit by bit, eyes barely open and vision hazy.

The one thing he would die for was the thing that kept his powers intact and from overloading. Gravi-turtle didn’t want to have to do it, but with his free shaky hand, for a split-second, he began rapidly firing bullets in Mikey’s general direction, but aiming more for his leg or foot than head or torso. He wanted to slow him down, not kill him.

Michelangelo let out a sharp cry as he felt something pierce his calf, and toppling forward he skidded across the room by way of inertia, slowed by the heavy body of the superturtle that still clung to the whip as he slid across the floor upon his side.

Gravi-turtle clung to the end of his whip for dear life, before finally deciding to draw it in and let go of Mikey. It was the biggest jump off a cliff he’d ever take, but he was risking it. His beaten body was in no state for another bullet, so the gun would have to stay in his hands.

Gravi-turtle lay almost motionless on the tiles, his whip having released the hold on his wrists and reverted back to it’s original length. The superturtle’s chest rose and fell shakily with each painful, sharp breath he took in.

No response greeted his words, Gravi-turtle’s breathing shallow and hoarse, only a few twitchy movements signifying he was alive.

Michelangelo wished he could regain that same breathtaking speed he had before, just so he could cover the distance between himself and the superturtle faster. However, it was more than clear that whatever power had been awakened in him would only be activated to suite the rat’s will. Thus, he crawled toward his friends with an agonizing slowness before searching the hero’s belt for some sort of a communication device.

Gravi-turtle twitched, one eye partly open behind his mask, shakily untying his cape so he could breathe a little better, considering the cape was always a little too firm around his collarbone.

Markimoooooo owo

Gravi-turtle was silent for a moment, before he spoke softly, “Forgive us…?” He then raised his voice angrily, “YOU BETRAYED U-US!” Then, with a flick of the wrist, his whip snapped up, snagging onto the gun and pulling it down before he could pull the trigger, Gravi-turtle reaching out for it.

The gun went off, but the bullet drove it’s way into the ground rather than into the superhero’s skull. There was the impulse to dive out of the way at the same breakneck speed by which he had attacked, but Mikey had enough control over himself that he allowed his wrist and his weapon to be apprehended.

Gravi-turtle, still only on his one, shaky knee, had his whip bound around Mikey’s wrists, blood pulsating from his head and shoulder. Have to… t-take care… of the wounds… He thought hoarsely, shaking. Eventually the whip fell to the ground, still gripped in the shaky hand, and Gravi-turtle was trying to get away now. Holding the gun close and out of Mikey’s reach.

The one thing he would die for was the thing that kept his powers intact and from overloading. Gravi-turtle didn’t want to have to do it, but with his free shaky hand, for a split-second, he began rapidly firing bullets in Mikey’s general direction, but aiming more for his leg or foot than head or torso. He wanted to slow him down, not kill him.

Michelangelo let out a sharp cry as he felt something pierce his calf, and toppling forward he skidded across the room by way of inertia, slowed by the heavy body of the superturtle that still clung to the whip as he slid across the floor upon his side.

Gravi-turtle clung to the end of his whip for dear life, before finally deciding to draw it in and let go of Mikey. It was the biggest jump off a cliff he’d ever take, but he was risking it. His beaten body was in no state for another bullet, so the gun would have to stay in his hands.

Gravi-turtle lay almost motionless on the tiles, his whip having released the hold on his wrists and reverted back to it’s original length. The superturtle’s chest rose and fell shakily with each painful, sharp breath he took in.

No response greeted his words, Gravi-turtle’s breathing shallow and hoarse, only a few twitchy movements signifying he was alive.

why aren’t these being reblogged more often? i rather see these than “keys in hand”

Fatality

Umm so since I’m stupid could someone kindly explain each step for me like step 3 am i head butting him in the face or the chest? 

I think it depends on the height of the person, but I suppose the head is a more effective target. I hope this helps :)

reblogging again for that^

Reblogging for the steps in the image and the explanation in the comments. I don’t so much like the explanation on the image proper, but I appreciate the thought behind it (here, have a self-defense thing, it could save you) and so I’m passing it on.

My sister posted this on her FB, and my parents said it was offensive. SO FUCK THAT, I’M REBLOGGING THIS.

Gravi-turtle was trying to cover up his wounds, but still hold onto his trusty whip. Having to use a weapon to control his powers was rather unfortunate for him, but at least his powers were useful. He gave a weak snarl, blurred vision hardly able to make out the small turtle’s shape anymore. But he knew where he was, and knew if he didn’t act soon, he’d be a goner.

Soon Michelangelo was not but a foot away from the bloodied superhero, gun aimed directly at his head with the intent to execute him at point blank “It’s over” Mikey’s voice hissed, unrecognizable in it’s snide cruelty “do you wish to live Graviturtle? there is a way to preserve your pathetic existence. Swear your loyalty to Sliver. Come home with me. After all, what is a father if he is unable to forgive his sons?”

Gravi-turtle was silent for a moment, before he spoke softly, “Forgive us…?” He then raised his voice angrily, “YOU BETRAYED U-US!” Then, with a flick of the wrist, his whip snapped up, snagging onto the gun and pulling it down before he could pull the trigger, Gravi-turtle reaching out for it.

The gun went off, but the bullet drove it’s way into the ground rather than into the superhero’s skull. There was the impulse to dive out of the way at the same breakneck speed by which he had attacked, but Mikey had enough control over himself that he allowed his wrist and his weapon to be apprehended.

Gravi-turtle, still only on his one, shaky knee, had his whip bound around Mikey’s wrists, blood pulsating from his head and shoulder. Have to… t-take care… of the wounds… He thought hoarsely, shaking. Eventually the whip fell to the ground, still gripped in the shaky hand, and Gravi-turtle was trying to get away now. Holding the gun close and out of Mikey’s reach.

The one thing he would die for was the thing that kept his powers intact and from overloading. Gravi-turtle didn’t want to have to do it, but with his free shaky hand, for a split-second, he began rapidly firing bullets in Mikey’s general direction, but aiming more for his leg or foot than head or torso. He wanted to slow him down, not kill him.

Michelangelo let out a sharp cry as he felt something pierce his calf, and toppling forward he skidded across the room by way of inertia, slowed by the heavy body of the superturtle that still clung to the whip as he slid across the floor upon his side.

Gravi-turtle clung to the end of his whip for dear life, before finally deciding to draw it in and let go of Mikey. It was the biggest jump off a cliff he’d ever take, but he was risking it. His beaten body was in no state for another bullet, so the gun would have to stay in his hands.

Gravi-turtle lay almost motionless on the tiles, his whip having released the hold on his wrists and reverted back to it’s original length. The superturtle’s chest rose and fell shakily with each painful, sharp breath he took in.

The turtle watched with interest, until a scream made him quickly turn his head and dash off in the direction it came from.

Raph snapped his head up and he was after it in an instant, eyes wide. Who was causing trouble this time? He whipped out his sai again, jumping down into the shadows.

Raph watched the two, frowning from where he was hidden. Strange. It was a blob. Just a blob, and another stranger. He tipped his head, not putting his sai away but also not wanting to interfere, wanting to see how this played out.

The turtle snarled, “Get out of here and leave the people alone.” His bulky figure underneath the coat seemed to grow a little in size. The thing just laughed, “You are pathetic. As always.”

So these two must have history. Raphael finally put his sai away, crouching down in the darkness and watching them. What are they? he wondered silently, head tipped.

“Says the thing that’s half turtle, half blob.” The seemingly older one snarled, as the blob-thing just laughed even more, before slipping away and escaping into a manhole. The other snarled, looking down at the manhole angrily.

Raph hesitated, peering out a little bit. He’d gone into the sewers. He frowned, then jumped up onto the fire escape. He didn’t need to go down into the sewers. The blob thing would show itself again.

The hidden figure vanished off into an alleyway of his own.

Raph glanced down, then decided to tail him. If he couldn’t follow one, he’d trail after the other.

He pressed a button in the wall and a hatch opens as he slides down the tunnel, a bit of green scales revealed by the drafts pushing his hood back.

Curiosity drove him on and Raph quickly followed, pressing the button and slipping in behind the other. It seemed like a turtle, and he thought it was one. But something was strange about it.

Raph peered inside, eyes going wide. Griddex? What was he… oh. Sliver. Well. This just turned nasty. Raph crouched in the shadows, staying hidden. He couldn’t tell what sort of mess he’d gotten himself into this time.

This was… strange. Raph peered into the room, watching them curiously. Where exactly did he land himself? Sliver actually acting like a father to them? Raph sat down, head tilted and eyes narrowed.

The turtle watched with interest, until a scream made him quickly turn his head and dash off in the direction it came from.

Raph snapped his head up and he was after it in an instant, eyes wide. Who was causing trouble this time? He whipped out his sai again, jumping down into the shadows.

Raph watched the two, frowning from where he was hidden. Strange. It was a blob. Just a blob, and another stranger. He tipped his head, not putting his sai away but also not wanting to interfere, wanting to see how this played out.

The turtle snarled, “Get out of here and leave the people alone.” His bulky figure underneath the coat seemed to grow a little in size. The thing just laughed, “You are pathetic. As always.”

So these two must have history. Raphael finally put his sai away, crouching down in the darkness and watching them. What are they? he wondered silently, head tipped.

“Says the thing that’s half turtle, half blob.” The seemingly older one snarled, as the blob-thing just laughed even more, before slipping away and escaping into a manhole. The other snarled, looking down at the manhole angrily.

Raph hesitated, peering out a little bit. He’d gone into the sewers. He frowned, then jumped up onto the fire escape. He didn’t need to go down into the sewers. The blob thing would show itself again.

The hidden figure vanished off into an alleyway of his own.

Raph glanced down, then decided to tail him. If he couldn’t follow one, he’d trail after the other.

He pressed a button in the wall and a hatch opens as he slides down the tunnel, a bit of green scales revealed by the drafts pushing his hood back.

Curiosity drove him on and Raph quickly followed, pressing the button and slipping in behind the other. It seemed like a turtle, and he thought it was one. But something was strange about it.

Raph peered inside, eyes going wide. Griddex? What was he… oh. Sliver. Well. This just turned nasty. Raph crouched in the shadows, staying hidden. He couldn’t tell what sort of mess he’d gotten himself into this time.