SHREDDER

[eternalshredder]

CJ  -  Pronouns: They/Them or she/her  -  ADHD, bear with me, and other issues. Blog is 18+ -  Mun is 25+ (b. 1995) Pre-established relationships welcome  -

Mutuals Only - My mental health sucks. This is easiest on me so I can kind of mediate who I interact with without having to be a dick.

No Godmodding or metagaming

Headcanon based for the most part. Kind of a mix of some of the popular versions of the Shredder. Good influence from the IDW comics, as well as the first live action TMNT movie.

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[conflictandruin]

                                                 𝔹𝔼ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻.

                                    ＴＨＥ ＧＯＤ ＯＦ ＷＡＲ．

[eternalshredder]

You are here because the outside world rejects you.        THIS is your family.                      I am your father.                             I want you all to become full members of…                                               the Foot.

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Shredder’s new design 👀

[shrineshadow]

"Hm, I'd say the people of the world, not it, itself. I'm of a like mind on the sentiment though," She added. Sure, nature had its raw moments, but it lacked intent; and just as often she had found herself aided by it than struck down. Whether it had been catching a bird as to not go hungry, or finding cover from enemies on her trail. Humans though, humans had plenty of intent for cruelty in them.

"And I assume you're the one who appeared?" It was a story that made sense, orders like The Foot, or the Kinkou, had a sink or swim streak to them. Born of necessity she felt. Failure wasn't something to be regularly tolerated in her mind.

Her next sip emptied her glass. She'd always been a fast drinker. She reached for the pot to refill her cup.

"We are, aren't we?" She sighed. "I must admit, when I saw the state the order I'm from is in these days, I was disappointed. People have forgotten why they spent so many generations fighting, why it is bad to be compliant,"

[eternalshredder]

"The Foot was once led by a man that many considered mad. Though he was powerful, and through deceit and treachery Oroku Maji and his closest allies usurped him. Though he did not survive the flame, his resolve was reborn in me." Tatsuo, the dragon man, had been foretold to one day become that of his namesake. Though he had perished, his soul was given life anew and now there seared the Foot's enemies with its own flame eternal. Unlike his father and predecessor, Saki was beyond the grasp of death.

Though it had tried many times, never did any of them stick due to the Foot's innovation in magic, and later in science.

"When I rose again from my hibernation, I saw the same sight of disappointment when I beheld what became of the Foot. They had lost their way, my grandsons even attempted to do away with all that we know for sake of nothing but profit." Sickening, those who had lost their way had found the edge of blade. The only way they would honor the Foot. Saki, on the inverse, takes his time with the tea. There is little need to waste even a single moment of its warmth when it was there for little more than passive enjoyment.

"Perhaps you should do as I did. Show them how the complacent warrior forgets how to lift their sword."

[eternalshredder]

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[eternalshredder]

You are here because the outside world rejects you.        THIS is your family.                      I am your father.                             I want you all to become full members of…                                               the Foot.

[shrineshadow]

"I most certainly do," There were things you just didn't ask, didn't even wonder. That was the way of the world; even when it made connection even more a treacherous venture than it was at the best of times. "And I do appreciate how frank you've been in this chat,"

She hummed a little, and nodded. "Fair enough, then... hmm, why not how I joined the order I'm sworn to? Seems like a fitting start, at least,"

Looking down for a moment at her drink, she thought over the story. She knew it by heart, though, the faces in it were blurrier than when she last recalled it. Hm. Time took all things.

"I was rather young, under ten. My parents were kind, but poor. There was a bad year for their crops, I can't recall if it was poor soil, lack of rain... I guess it doesn't matter. They couldn't feed me, so they gave me up to the Kinkou who could; and were able to give me training for my spiritual sensitivity. There, I was able to grow, and when war came to the region, I was able to distinguish myself,"

[eternalshredder]

"Yes, such is it that the world can be so cruel to those already standing at the foot of the mountain." Kinkou, a word almost as ghostly as the Foot had been in an age long before the colossal towers of cement and ego. It predated even his first life, by a few centuries if estimates had been correct. Yet tracing the history of that which left no record was always hazy, those attempting to chronicle the Foot found themselves in the same valley.

"I do not have a story with the same plot. The dragon is born in flame, and if you cannot prove that you have fire of your own? Then it snuffs you out and swallows you until one appears who can." Oroku Maji had been the architect of the Shredder, unwilling perhaps, but his hand held the pen that drew the blueprint all the same. Rage and a serpent's flame could not remain gone.

Saki, with a well trained grace, takes his own cup between his fingers and raising it with a delicacy one would treat fractured glass. His free hand pulls the mask away if only for a breath of a moment. Enough for him to sip from his glass. "The well fed pigs of this new world could never understand the power such desperation creates. We are those of an extinct breed."

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) directed by Steve Barron

[shrineshadow]

Yunara took a sip of her tea. It was nice to be able to sit down with someone who had some idea the context she came from. Since emerging in the modern day, and especially as she started traveling, she had found herself out of place nearly everywhere she had been. That was probably why she had been so curious about the guy.

"And yet, I only feel I've just gotten an impression of you, funny how that works," She gave a small smile. She understood the secrecy that came with the sort of life Saki lived; it was much like the secrecy she lived with herself.

Absent mindedly she swirled her cup, the tea briefly whirlpooling. "Why don't I even us out a little bit? Is there anything you want to know about me; or shall I pick?"

[eternalshredder]

"It is more than many get of me. You will understand that is by design." It was why many outside the Foot Clan couldn't even tell you what Oroku Saki looked like let alone the significance that came with that name, if there were any at all. Though she is at peace, tranquil like gentle stream, he is still as torrential and threatening as a flame, even when at rest and calm on his knees.

Though he has provided pleasantries, he does not partake himself. Merely sitting still without even the faintest twitch of a muscle. "We often hide ourselves behind the questions of others. What someone gives of their own volition will speak more about them then the content. You may choose."

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‘looks like someone else was here first.’

Every battlefield is a story of its own, every fallen body a long stanza waxing poetic, every drop of blood the end of a drawn out sentence. In that way, Saki is a scholar, pacing with patient feet over every mountain of evidence accrued. She hadn't needed to say it aloud, but he has a feeling its her sense of mirth finding way to the surface as it did often in such rarity. Cold empty eyes trail along the battle scars lingering on the wall.

"Someone." He repeats, an edge to his tone. Four sets of footprints littering the floor, faint though they may be they denote something beyond human. Blade had clashed and blood had been spilled, yet no lives had been taken. It made sense, the broken swords denoted sai, the blunt trauma denoted something beyond kenjutsu, but the deep gashes on the wall showed there had been at least a measure of it. Four assailants. At most one had a sword, one had sai, the other two must have been using blunt instruments. Something familiar traces on his tongue, but it goes unsaid, and instead his glare narrows.

"It's of little importance for the moment. Whoever was here did not take what we are after, our plan is unchanged. Keep some of them alive, perhaps they will have information. The rest- Well it is my understanding you were in need of live subjects?"

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Batman/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III #4 (2019) pencil & ink by Freddie E. Williams II color by Jeremy Colwell

[eternalshredder]

@shrineshadow sent a meme

‘is there anything else you’d like to tell me?’

In such recent years Saki had come to hate the impertinence of the American people. Impatience in conversation and being they rushed through every interaction like their lives depended on it. Being as old as he was he had long learned patience, and it was refreshing to meet another who treated life without such brevity.

He is, however, still a shadow. Clinging to the wall, remaining hidden away from the prying eyes of the larger world, and shadows are known for their secrets. Especially ones that span so great a stretch of human history as he had, as the head of the mighty Foot.

"If I am honest, you know far too much already." And it was a blessing that she did, The Shredder was not loose with his tongue like many others may have been. "I am not known to speak so freely, especially to one who hasn't loosened their tongue."

[eternalshredder]

every time i am forced to behold bayverse shredder a demon gets their horns

[eternalshredder]

me: writes one thing

me after: -dusting palms- well, see you all in ten years

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‘you’ve got to be shitting me.’

The dichotomy was rather impressive when more than a few moments were left to ponder it. On the surface, New York had become so cleaned and scrubbed of the grungy filthy image that had dominated it in the decades previous. Yet here in the shadows it was a warzone, blood and steel split and spilt all across the pavement, factions colliding like well honed blades in the night, no life safe from the sparks that ignited such horrific fires. Yet in this clash, there is only one victor, and the mighty Foot stands ever proudly.

When the other announces his presence with shock, the scene is clear. Amidst the crowd stands the Shredder, the only soul amidst the peons worth their salt standing in this warehouse once full of the Hand overreaching into territory they did not belong. While the other ninja set ready to strike, arsenal of weapons at the ready, the Shredder makes his dominion of them known. A single hand stills their movement, to defy his command would mean death and the Shredder knows better than to send his children to death at a man so clearly well armed when only he was the one guaranteed to still be standing.

"If they are friends of yours, I am afraid you are too late."