Minor Interference--a ROTTMNT au where the turtles accept Draxum's offer of training, secretly planning to use the opportunity just to mess with him. Chaos and shenanigans ensue. But they've never been very good at sticking with plans, have they? (main tag, memes tag, lore tag)
Get Babied, Idiots--Draxum and Mikey attempt to take care of baby versions of the other three turtles. Originally a subplot of Minor Interference, now its own fic. (original concepts, main tag)
My Circus, My Turtles--a Draxum raises the turtle au. More or less focused on the turtles going through school. (main tag)
Body Horror Baby--post movie, Donnie accidentally makes himself a science baby. They're Krang. This will cause no issues whatsoever I'm sure. (main tag)
Other AUs:
Not Quite Hidden--Splinter decides to remain in the Hidden City to raise the turtles, hoping that his enemies won't find him. He and Draxum run into each other in a grocery store. (Poll based written story, original post, part 1)
I'm Not Dead Yet--Raphael Hamato, 28 years old, wakes up over a decade in the past, well before the Kraang invasion that killed him even begins. The catch? He doesn't know he died.
Giant Mutant Toddler Turtles--Draxum successfully mutated and kept all the turtles, but they don't know how to person yet. Featuring adult-sized turtles who can't walk on two legs or open doors.
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I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever
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Summary: Donnie tries to reflect and process after taking a life for the first time.
Written for @shellaxdude's TMNTgust Prompt #2: One of the turtles (or someone they’re close with) keeps a journal. What’s today’s entry look like?
I don’t know if I should be writing this down. It makes it feel so much more real. I don’t want to think about it any longer than I have to but at the same time…it’s this sick, sacred thing I’m just going to have to live with from now on. A turning point. It’s already real. It’s not like I’m ever going to forget and it deserves to be remembered. He deserves to be remembered.
That man I ended.
The first time I’ve taken a life. (“Taking” implies I wanted it, like I had some use for it or something. What do I do with this now?) The first to my knowledge, at least. For all I know there could be collateral deaths I’ve been responsible for without actually seeing them happen. Somebody having complications from my gas bombs or getting caught up in an explosion in our wake…I shouldn’t be surprised by that possibility…Even so, I hope not.
But…this was my first up close, at the end of my bō. My hand.
We all knew it would happen someday. Master Splinter warned us it could when he first gave us our real weapons. We’re ninjas. We live dangerous lives, meet dangerous people. We’ve known all along it could come to this. I was just hoping I could last a little longer without resorting to it. I was the last one here without lifeblood on my hands. I was relieved. I was proud of that, until tonight.
Not that I judged my brothers for doing what they had to do at the time. We all did our best to avoid it (even Raph, despite all the big, brash talk, all the anger. He may get so mad he wants to hurt people sometimes but that’s all it ever is: hurt them, as bad as they hurt him or any of us.)
Funnily enough, when the time came for my brothers, after seeing Sensei, they each came to me afterward. I don’t think any of them know the others did that too. But they each wanted to go over it with me, every detail from every angle. I guess they wanted me to talk some sense into them—logistics and plans B, C and D that wouldn’t have worked out, to convince them or maybe just reassure them that there really wasn’t any other way. That’s me, the cool head, the voice of reason.
This shouldn’t feel so senseless to me. I understand how and why it happened Too passive. I understand how and why I did it.
But now there’s no one set apart for me to go to, someone with some kind of distance and detachment from it. We’re all marked now and we tell ourselves it’s justified because it has to be. Or how else are we supposed to live with ourselves?
Raph did his best though. As soon as he saw the body, he made a point to turn me all the way around so I wouldn’t have to keep looking at him. (It felt like I was standing there over him for hours. Looking back at our timetable now, it could only have been a couple of minutes. Time is an illusion.) He spun me around and dragged me a few yards away and hugged me so tight, I couldn’t breathe. But I don’t think I had breathed once since he stopped breathing anyway.
It’s like he was trying to crush or crowd out everything else in the world. Like maybe if he squeezed me tightly enough, he could…I don’t know. Mold me back into the person I was a few minutes before. Or maybe he was just trying to prove he still loved the person he found waiting for him.
“You did what ya had to do, Donnie,” he said over and over, because that’s what he needed to hear from me when it was his turn.
And he’s right. I picked over our every step, my every step with a fine-toothed comb just like I did for each of my brothers. I’ve mapped the whole night out in bullet points. How it came to this. By my calculations there wasn’t any other more effective way to stop it.
But I can’t help thinking maybe if I had thrust my bō at just a slightly different angle or speed, if my leading hand wasn’t turned that way, if I had just a few more seconds to think or a few millimeters to spare, I might have—
My calculations are concrete. Clean, concise, clinical. Numbers don't lie. Mass and motion are irrefutable. So was my motive.
There wasn’t any other way.
I wish having that in writing made it feel more real. My head can keep saying it. Meanwhile my heart keeps believing I should just camp out in the bathroom and throw up until I’m actually as empty as I feel.
I haven’t eaten anything since. I don’t know why. It’s not like that does anyone any good so neither would throwing up. I’m already empty.
As empty as his eyes.
I don’t know what his name was. It’s not like the Purple Dragons go out of their way to carry ID—not authentic ones anyway. I didn’t even have time to check whatever his fake one said before we were hauling shell out of there. I’m almost glad. Rifling through his pockets for his wallet right after I…
It would have felt like robbery. Desecration.
You’re not supposed to move someone with a broken neck.
I did what I had to do. I know that! And it’s not like he was an upstanding citizen!
But he was a person.
A bad person.
But a person regardless.
A person who could have other persons somewhere out there who’ll miss him.
Like Mikey would if it had been him. The man I ended tonight was going to bash Mikey’s head in with a crowbar. Can’t forget that little detail either, can I? I may not be able to say it was self-defense but doesn’t fraternal defense count for anything?
It does in Raph’s book. He was the first of us to end someone. Stop downplaying it with softer words, say what you mean. Sit with it.
He was the first one to kill. For us.
And it counts in Mikey’s book, obviously, or he wouldn’t still be here. Leo’s too. None of them looked like they were judging me. Who would they be to judge? We’re all in the same boat now.
Our little lifeboat…bought with others’ blood, floating along on others’ blood. Didn’t need that mental image.
Raph put up that strong, self-assured front like I said. Trying to get me on solid ground and away from the carnage as fast as possible. Come to think of it…I don’t know if I can even call it “carnage”. Blunt force trauma. I didn’t spill much blood but metaphorically it’s still on my hands. When we got home, the second I stepped out of the truck, Raph practically ordered me to hit the shower first. I didn’t see how it would help when there really wasn’t much to clean up.
Somehow I still stayed in there so long, I ran us out of hot water. Sorry, guys. None of them are going to complain because they feel obligated to walk on eggshells around me for a little while (Ask me how I know; that’s how I felt when it was them in this position) but I’m sure their showers were pretty miserable.
Master Splinter sat with me longer than he should have had to. I should have been saying all of this to him, to get it all out. Maybe he’d be a voice of reason I could believe, if I can’t believe myself. But I couldn’t find the words or maybe I just didn’t want to say all of this to his face and risk seeing him ashamed of me.
Rationally I know better, I know he knows I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t necessary. He might even be grateful, right? That I was protecting our family? Or maybe I was just scared to see him feel pity for me like the others do when I may not deserve it. I don’t know. But he wasn’t going to force me to speak if I didn’t want to so we just sat there in silence while he held my hand. He was so warm.
We just left the body on the ground in an alleyway. Has he gone cold yet?
Leo’s been really quiet. But it’s not the judgmental or accusing quiet, more…unsure. Worried. No surprise there. I think he’s wondering how I’ll cope with it. This journal entry is how, Leo, if you’re reading this—which you shouldn’t be because this is private, thank you very much. But if you are prying, at least you know I’m not bottling it all up. And I hope you also know I will come to you if I need to, just like you came to me when it was yours. You don’t have to offer out loud for me to know your door’s open. You had your hand on my shell the whole drive home, that was the classic Leo “I’m here” gesture worth a thousand words. Thank you. Master Splinter made the same offer right before I left.
I might just take one of you up on it if I don’t start feeling better soon.
I say that as if I’m sick, like this is just a bug I’ll get over by the end of the week.
Master Splinter would/will probably say it’s a sickness of the soul. Our souls probably aren’t meant to carry stuff like this. “Stuff” being…other souls gone sooner than they expected, thanks to us. Me. It’d probably be more worrying if I didn’t feel this way.
I still wish I didn’t have to feel it.
I wish Mikey didn’t either. I wish it didn’t have to be done. More than anything I wish he didn’t have to watch. The way he looked up at me…
When Raph pulled me away, even when he was talking right next to my ear, telling me I did the right thing, I heard Mikey still on the ground behind me, crying.
I made him watch. I made him cry. I saved his life, made a split second exchange for someone else’s without another thought, and he cried about it.
Honestly that was almost worse than him judging me. I don’t know if he was crying for me or for that man who died or both…Maybe it was just the shock of it all. His first kill was a complete accident, after all. Still a kill but it probably felt different than this. He’s probably blaming himself for the fact that I had to go that far for him. He shouldn’t. It’s not like he asked for someone to go swinging a crowbar at his head and he didn’t have to ask for someone to save him. He’ll never have to ask.
The thing is, no matter how hazy and cold and horrible I feel now, I still know I’d do it again. For him, for any of them. So fraternal defense counts for something in my book too. Red in my ledger. A promise, a warning. In a few more immortal words from Raph: You mess with my brother, you mess with me. I wish none of us had to make good on that promise but that’s just the life we lead.
Maybe if that man had led a better life of his own, it wouldn’t have ended so fast. Maybe I wouldn’t have been forced to end it but from my point of view, Mikey only had a matter of seconds. Even my brain doesn’t move that fast; I just had to react. Your action, my equal, opposite reaction. You swing at him, I swing at you. You put us both in an impossible position, man. Thanks a lot.
I shouldn’t say that. That’s victim blaming, isn’t it?
But if he really had gotten that swing in on Mikey, he’d probably be laughing it up with his Dragon friends about it right now. (If Leo and Raph let him get that far. If I hadn’t done it one of them either of both of them would have…) If he’d gotten away with it, he’d be hailed as a hero. Hun would give him a nice pat on the back, maybe even a raise on their next job. I wouldn’t put it past any of them to throw an end of life party. Crack open some cheap beers and toast to the grisly, bitter demise of Michelangelo Splinterson. I bet there are plenty of Dragons who don’t even know his name. Any of our names. They only know us as the enemy.
He was the enemy. The enemy who was going to split my brother’s head open! Happily. He was smiling right before I struck him. He died happy. Does that matter at all?
A stupid, sick and twisted, smiley no-name goon. That’s how he deserves to be remembered. I hope it was just the shock that made Mikey cry. A man like that didn’t deserve any of his tears after what he could have done to him!
you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain
if you’re so stressed that you’re puking your guts up every morning, are unable to eat or keep anything down, you can’t look at light without feeling infinitely worse and feel exhausted and in pain all the time (or whatever your particular stress induced symptom set is) you’re not just feeling like that because you’ve willed it into being. your body is begging for relief from the constant barrage of stress hormones and it requires the fundamental source of stress to go away, not just distracting yourself from the symptoms
just because the root is psychological doesn’t mean the result isn’t an entirely physical process.
Doctor, looking at my neck x-ray: “The muscles of your neck are in such spasm right now that your spine has lost its curve. No wonder you’re in such pain. What the heck did you do to yourself?”
Me: “I work on a computer all day.”
Doctor: “Ah. That will do it. Right, so here’s a script for anti-inflammatories and a muscle relaxer. Also try hot and cold on it, 15 minutes each, and then gentle movements between each round. You’ll feel better in about a week.”
Me: “In a week I’m still going to need to work on the computer.”
Doctor: “And here’s also a script for 6 months of Physical Therapy.”
Me: “In 6 months I’m still going to need to work at a computer.”
Doctor: “And take breaks and do stretches between meetings?”
Me: “They book me in back to back meetings where I work. I eat lunch at my computer. I have to excuse myself to go pee.”
Doctor: “…”
Me: “…”
Doctor: “Um… it sounds like this job is actually, literally, killing you? Can you possibly work someplace else?” *
———
*note: It wasn’t said as flippant advice, and the doctor was 100%. right. After I got a different job — which took a WHILE — it was in a different corporate culture, one that didn’t believe in filling the day with meetings. I was able to do the stretches I was supposed to do, and also walk at lunch, and my neck is much better now. Not everyone has this choice. But maybe, if your job is killing you too, start thinking about an escape plan. Your body will eventually turn you into a pretzel otherwise. Nothing psychosomatic about that.
[image description: Page 16 of the Voidstar webcomic contains 5 panels. Panel 1 shows Tebu and Xari approaching Wev. Tebu greets her by saying, "Morning Wev" and Xari says "Hey Wev, how's it going?". Panel 2 shows Wev shrugging and answering "Eh, not too bad now but it's going to be a busy day. Security HQ has closed a bunch of gates." In panel 3 she continues, "So there will be more people coming through ours than usual. You two made a good choice coming in early." In panel 4, Xari crosses their arms triumphantly, "Ah see, didn't I tell you Tebu, it pays to be early!" they say. The last panel shows Tebu rolling her eyes. /End ID]
pls stop calling your art “slop” its just another way of saying its “cringe” and look. I understand being young and feeling self conscious about your artwork, but your drawing of a kids next door au for an obscure plants vs zombies character that’s basically your own oc at this point wearing an outfit you wish you owned is so unique and so you and therefore so human. Dont you dare conflate it with slop and dont you dare stop making your art
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“there’s a restaurant two miles from my house called—” nope
“today I learned [celeb] went to my high school—” nope nope nope nope nope
these are all real posts I’ve seen on the internet that allowed me to identify a user’s hometown instantly. if it’s a small town, that’s doubly dangerous, because a bad actor could trace you just by a unique first name or selfie you once posted. in an age where doxxing and stalking are some of the worst I’ve ever seen it, you HAVE to think twice about what you’re posting online.
i once saw a 13-year old post an image they noted as being “a few miles from their house.” it had a theater in the shot with a unique enough name to be local. one google maps search, now everyone knew not only what city they lived in, but the possible neighborhoods in that radius too. and they had a HUGE following…who all knew this was a 13-year-old child.
so yeah. not to sound like a 90s internet safety PSA…but I’m gonna be that PSA for a minute.
if you’re posting an image, there is NO need to say that you live there. you could just be traveling. “saw this in Montana” is better than “saw this by my house!”
before you post about a venue, especially a restaurant or small store, check and see if it’s local—CRUCIALLY if it has only one or two locations. people might travel to arenas or convention centers, but they’re far less likely to be traveling to Bartleby’s Fish and Chips. if it’s an anecdote and you still live nearby, you can honestly just leave the name out entirely.
if you’re sharing a news story, it can just be a story you found and wanted to share. you don’t have to clarify “it happened in my town,” because even if you don’t mention your town name, an easily-googled news article will.
if you’re seeing a concert or meeting a celebrity on a tour that’s stopped locally, wait until they’ve hit a few more venues before you post about it, or at the very least wait until you get home. this is honestly a smart move for any event you attend: unless you’re marketing yourself, there’s no need to advertise your location in real time.
check your selfie backgrounds for anything identifying. this includes city names on venues, school names, street signs, and house numbers.
this stuff is flexible if you no longer live in your hometown, or if your city is particularly big, but there’s STILL no reason to tie yourself to your school, your workplace, or your street. you can call it paranoid, but as someone who’s seen my friends get literal death threats over fictional characters before, the last thing I want is someone willing to act on those threats finding out where they live.
need more stories with fuck up villainous healers. healer who becomes the villain team's resident torture expert because they can extend the pain out for as long as needed through the power of full HP restores. healer who fights terrifingly dirty and fears for nothing because she can rapidly recover her own wounds on the fly. much to consider.
[I.D. Digital drawing of TMNT 2003 April as a Black woman. She sits with one hand on her lap, the other raised as she smiles. She wears her pink hair in a braided updo, two braids hanging loose. Each braid ends with two beads, one with purple and blue beads, and the other with red and orange ones. Her skin and eyes are a warm brown, and she wears brown lipstick. She wears a purple tank top, khaki pants, and a labcoat. She also has yellow nails. End I.D.]
Wanted to draw 2003 April for @creatingblackcharacters Melanin Beam Challenge! I have a soft spot for her labcoat-over-tanktop outfit that she initially appears in, even if it is somewhat ridiculous in context, so I drew her in it lol
hello my wonderful incoming disabled college students I have message for you:
you have hopefully gotten your college acceptance letters and have decided where you're going next semester. if you have an accommodation that you absolutely must have by the beginning of classes it is time to schedule an appointment with the department that manages your accommodations now.
at the beginning of the fall semester there is a rush to get accommodations that can push appointments back for weeks. if, say, you can't understand your lectures without an interpreter you need to make sure that accommodation is planned out by day one.
be prepared with the documentation for your disability at your appointment. it will save you time and additional appointments.
Email template:
Hello,
I am an incoming freshman at (college) who needs to set up accommodations for the fall semester. I have (disabilities) and I need (accommodations) before the start of the semester in order to access my classes. I was hoping to set up a meeting to discuss getting these accommodations.
Thank you,
(Name)
send this ^ to the department at the college you plan to attend that manages accommodations. their email should be able to be found on their webpage. if you have an email with your college set up (you should) then use that email to send this message. they might not respond to other email addresses.
It is running very close to the start of the semester for many colleges! If you have not done this already then start this process now before you are stuck going the first month without your needed accommodations
Some lovely folks also pointed out that some colleges and universities require accommodations to be renewed for every semester so if that describes your college then I would also recommend setting up a meeting for your accommodations specialist sooner rather than later.
if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit
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genuinely on my hands and knees begging artists to leave the Red Paint style of drawing burn scars behind. guys please it is important to me that u understand scars don't look like that. it is important to me that u understand people with burn scars actually exist. this is important. i don't care if you want the character to look "scary" DRAW FACE/BODY DIFFERENCES AND DISABILITIES WITH RESPECT‼️‼️
Knights with weird weapons! For a small-ish character design project.
These are the ODD KNIGHTS and they are largely original in concept, though a handful of them are pulled from other projects of mine (the one with horns is my mascot, Comet, for example).
I've been wanting to work on these for a while now but after my metal shading practice really kicked off I decided to dive in! Some of these are old to the concept but some of them are brand new!
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