Supreme Awesomeness

“Y’know… The little man would’ve loved this.”

“,,,.”

#hamatodonatella #all these kids need hot cocoa #get on it Doc

“Whu--oh. Sorry, ‘m I in the way or... something.”

“Y’know... The little man would’ve loved this.”

#space is still cool #but less cool

"There’s a SECOND STAGE?” she wailed, rubbing the oven mitts all over her body in an effort to ease the itching. As if this wasn’t bad enough!

Dragging herself to her feet, Cassie trudged outside and then tried to shrug out of her clothes. She got out of her hoodie easy enough, but then ran into trouble with the oven mitts.

"I can’t get ‘em oooooff!" she whined, pawing uselessly at her tighter sleeves. Biting down on one of the oven mitts, Cassie tried futilely to tear it off with her teeth, but the duct tape held firm. Taking a different approach, she flopped down on the grass and caught the mitt between her heels, attempting to yank it off, but only succeeding in adding grass stains to her jeans as she rolled around.

"Oh, for the love of…" Rolling her eyes, Donna marched over to where Cassie writhed on the grass, set down the bucket, and ripped the tape from the mitts. "Right. Can’t have you touching your clothes and reinfecting yourself with the Dropsy. Hold still." In moments, Donna had yanked off the outer layers of Cassie’s clothing. Not really caring about her undergarments, since they wouldn’t have come in contact with the "dropsy" anyway, she left those for Cassie to deal with as she did or didn’t see fit. Instead, Donna kicked Cassie’s contaminated clothes to the side (with a soft breath of thanks that August and Lea had gone fishing and wouldn’t be back for hours), and upended the bucket of soapy water over Cassie.

"There, decontamination is complete. Now get upstairs! Go go go!"

#hamatodonatella #remember this #because i just did

“AaahhUGH how much time I got ‘fore my insides turn out?!” she wailed, racing into the house and up the stairs, tripping over half of them on the way up and almost face-planting in the bathroom.

She glares at the filled bathtub like an old foe, though, and doesn’t move, planting her hands on either side of the doorway. “Oh, nuh-uh! I ain’t doin’ another bath, D!” Because getting dumped with a bucket of water counts as “bath.”

“Nuh don’ wanna get Sensei. She’ll make me do katas.”

Donna rolls over, hugging Cassie’s leg and using her foot as a pillow.

#hamatodonatella #they really do

“.....”

She flops on her back in the scum and folds her arms behind her head, closing her eyes for a spontaneous nap. The best kind of naps.

“Ever thought about making someplace more comfortable with stuff from home? That was the point. Better than staring at grease-stained pizza parlor walls for weeks on end. We already filled our arms with stuff before you came around, it’s not our fault that you showed up last.”

“And we didn’t know how long it would be before we kicked the Kraang out. We were lucky to win back the city as quickly as we did.”

#uh why is there a ? at the end of that statement?#if there's one turtle I love exasperating more than donna #its lea #also cassie completely missed your point #she's thinking about pizza #leanardo

“What’s wrong with pizza-grease walls? It made everything smell like pizza. And anything beats Splinter’s incense candles. I have to smell my own armpits sometimes so I don’t gag.”

“Oh look. Stars.”

Donna lies in the muck, twitching.

#hamatodonatella #priorities

Cassie turns and scratches her head. Probably because of fleas more than confusion, honestly. “D? Yo, Donnaaaaa...”

She pokes her with her stick. “...Didja get the rat?”

“No! This is not a ‘ye-hes’ situation! Do you want to stop breathing?!”

“Give me those!” Goes to grab the paint cans.

#leanardo #you missed using all these icons #admit it #i also wrote 'paint can' as 'pain can' at first #and can you imagine what Cassie would give for a pain can?#imagine it

“Whoa, chill!” Holds her at a stick’s length, and hold’s the paint can at an arm’s length above her head, so... pretty much twice Lea’s reach.

“The Jones doesn’t need to breath at least for a minute, ‘kay? Just let me back in when the Doc goes to... I dunno.. change her oil, or somethin’.”

Donna ducks the stick as Cassie turns.

“Hey, watch where you’re aiming that–”

And then she catches sight of the glowing button that Cassie’s stick hit when she slipped.

Hot wax.

“Sewerapples.”

#hamatodonatella #you're welcome #kinda

“WHY? D’YOU SEE IT OR--?!”

Cassie turns on her heel and clocks Donna in the head with her stick, but knocks her out of the way of the hot wax. You go, Cass.

If you could have gotten one more person on the space ship with you before the earth vanished, who would you have saved?

“Guys…”

“GUYS. ARE YOU HEARING A VOICE, TOO? ‘CUZ IT’S NOT THE SAME ONE I USUALLY HEAR.”

#if you expected me to answer this one seriously #then joke's on you because the earth and you no longer exist #how's the blackhole life treating ya?#okay but honestly probably her little bro #but shhh she's trying to be tough don't make her choke up over this anon #anon #asks

What element(s) would you associate with Cassie?

“You mean like that zen-stuff Splinter’s so pumped about? I dunno… Is legendary sumpremeness one of ‘em? Or, like… super nova lava?”

#probably earth because she's got enough of it covering her #but more seriously she's air?#lots of spirit and not really grounded #in reality or limits or anything like that #asks #anon

“…”

“Fine, but don’t go looking for me when she tries to suck you out the airlock if she doesn’t like it.”

#leanardo #good lord lea what have you done #she doesn't understand the need for air #or anything else #fix this

“Wait... She can do that?”

“...YE-HES.”

She leans over the edge of the algae pool and drops her chin on her fist, batting her eyelashes.

“Do I look pretty?”

Donna throws up her hands in disgust.

“Ugh, I don’t even care! Ask that rat over there, I’m busy.”

She punches up the industrial washer she uses for the Shellraiser, stands under it, and waits for it to warm up.

#hamatodonatella #splinter is different #splinter's half lady #but all-rat is the spawn of satan

Cassie’s face goes blank, and then with an ungodly noise, she flings herself out of the algae pit. Slips and falls. Clambers back up. Skids over to her hockey stick and grabs it, slipping again when she makes a quick turn, brandishing the stick like a battle ax.

“WHERE?! WHERE IS IT?!? FREAKY, BUG-EYED, SOUL-SUCKING LITTLE--”

btw Cassie I saw those tags XD

“Wha-!? Nuh-I, uh, didn’ do nuttin’. Don’t tell the Doc.”

“…Okay… just… let’s not find out if Honeycutt has ‘ticked off’ in her programming.”

#leanardo #it was like a freaky space dental office before LEA!#all white and clean and junk #and theres a reason cassie jones never goes to those

“Ticked off? You sure you’re lookin’ at the same tag I am?”

“‘Cuz it’s a Cassie-Jones-improvement, if you ask me.”

Coming to a stop near her fix-it pile, Donna grabs a handful of lavender sequins from the supply she was going to use to patch up her threadbare comforter and flings them at Cassie. The algae acts a bit like glue.

#Can you see this bothering Casey?#because I don't #hamatodonatella

She leans over the edge of the algae pool and drops her chin on her fist, batting her eyelashes.

“Do I look pretty?”

Donna grabs a grappling hook as she skids past it and fires. It wraps Cassie’s feet, and Donna’s continuing momentum drags Cassie into an algae pool.