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Crossover between Bay!TMNT and War of The Worlds (2005).
Reminder: this is unedited, I am writing this with one hand
Mando’a translation:
Mesh’la - beautiful (nickname)
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The branches cut into your skin as you ran deeper into the forest, your breathes coming out in loud puffs as you force your burning legs to keep going.
When you hear the sound of rustling water, you stop and lean against a tree to take a breather. You look behind and you don’t see the familiar shine of beskar. A sigh leaves your lips as you take this opportunity to rest.
You hear it before you see it, something fast and sharp whizzed past your face and embedded itself into tree next to your face. You feel your breath hitched as you weigh your options, going up or down stream would leave you open to attacks, while crossing the river could slow you down and he’d simply picked you off stream. But the beskar is heavy
The grappling hook retracts, he’s close. Without much choice, you jump into the river, the water going up to your waist. The cold water seeps into your clothes, and the stream threatens to knock you off your feet, you still your nerves and keep threading through the water.
Halfway through the river, Din makes his appearance breaking through the trees, he cocks his head to the side, “That’s not going to stop me mesh’la.” His modulated voice amusingly teases you.
He jumps into the river and makes his way over to you much faster than you had anticipated. You hasten your steps but the river is too fast and your feet catch on a rock on the river bed. You shriek as you fall face first into the water. Strong arms wrap around your waist and you’re thrown over a cold beskar pauldroned shoulder.
You groan as Din makes his way back the way he came, “How long did I last this time?” You asked limp as a sack on his shoulder. “7 minutes.” He replies without missing a beat, “You don’t make our games very hard mesh’la.”
thinking about din djarin hours. typed this in the middle of the night while i couldnt sleep oops
yearning & a din djarin x reader under the cut.
special thanks to @djarins-cyare and @djarinmuse for fried crispics
He would be so hard to work with initially. Not because he’s intentionally standoffish, or because he has any horrible habits, or even because he’s any kind of inherently disagreeable. He’s just.. blank. There’s an… uneasiness when you first work as partners. A lack of trust that can only be earned over time, when you’ve been under intense pressure and could only rely on the other.
You meet in Peli’s hangar one day while she’s working on your ship, and unfortunately for him, he caught you on a bad day. He waltzes in while she chirps and chitters the terrible news, so casually as if it’s no sweat off her back: your ship is completely kaputt.
And here comes moneybags, wearing the rarest and most expensive armor in the galaxy, adorable green baby on his back, immediately arranging new modifications for his sleek Razor Crest. Pre-empire, older than dirt, but still borderline luxurious compared to yours.
In moments, your ship goes from ‘in desperate need of repair’ to ‘readily available parts.’ Peli’s chipper voice crows your beloved ship’s demise.
“Lucky you should ask, Mando— just so happens, a shiny new rag-nax converter just fell right into my lap! Probably the only working part on that old clunker.”
You feel like you’re moments from crumbling apart. He tosses her a bag of money like it’s nothing. She has the audacity to carefully pluck a handful of credits from it and unceremoniously plop them into your palm.
Before you can protest, her gallery of droids begin disassembling the hunk of junk—a light-freighter you’ve called home for years, modified to the gills to withstand long stints in hyperspace.
The tin man before you has the gall to feign kindness and understanding. His voice is hoarse, almost soft— helmet moving ever so slightly as he speaks.
“I’ve lost a ship before, too. It’s…not easy,” he says, T-visor glancing toward Peli, “If you need transport somewhere—“
“I’m not keen on spending what little money I have to be ferried by a stranger,” you balk, pocketing the handful of credits, which you really should count, “thanks, but—“
“I insist. You’re the reason i’m not waiting on jawas so my ship can get fixed.”
And thus began your uneasy alliance. Mando, Peli called him. He wasn’t a cruel or dismissive host— just… quiet. Kept to himself, gave short clipped answers when prompted. Most of the speaking he did was toward his son, who he apparently reserved the greater breadth of his emotional expressiveness for— rightfully so.
He had to make a couple stops on his way to coruscant, where you insisted on going, much to his displeasure— but he offered, and he always honors his word. Your time on the Razor Crest was rightfully extended following an unfortunate series of events on Shakari— a planet Mando seemed to harbor an intense distrust of. You proved resourceful, quick-witted. Skilled with a blaster. Protective of his son. You enjoyed the company, the change in pace from hopping between planets and cities for work.
He rewarded the three of you with fried crispics— it was the first time you saw him eat anything. It was the first time he heard your laugh—doubling over as you watched a crispic slowly disappear under his helmet. For the first time in decades, all Din wanted was to hear that sound again.
He hated it, at first—something in his chest felt raw and peeled open. Like a hard-shelled fruit, cracked open and oozing. Before, he’d found you to be a kind guest and competent companion—a good friend. Someone he could count on. But seeing you laugh—move to protect Grogu on instinct—share your warmth, your food, your thoughts?
He found himself at an impasse. He could keep you around and face the unexpected, inescapable yearning for someone who is right there—or send you away and try to forget that you exist.
At another time, when he was another kind of man, he would have opted for the latter.
He surprised himself when he went back for the kid, years ago. He did it again when he earnestly asked you to stay. It happened once again, with the fluttering in his stomach when you immediately agreed to join him.
The unspoken oath of reliability came with uneasiness. The believed-to-be unrequited feelings nearly pushed you both over the edge. Your dynamic shifted—you were both new fixed objects in one another’s periphery, the shaken routine of accounting for someone else’s safety throwing you both off-balance. Still, you’re both nothing if not adaptable.
Months into your partnership, he brings you to his home on Nevarro. Its the quaintest little cabin. A sleek starfighter parked across from two blurgs, and just enough space for a busy father and his young son. You were only stopping in, refueling and gathering supplies for the coming journey. You were still getting used to working for the New Republic, even as an independent contractor.
You sit side-by-side on his porch one night. The night air crisp in your lungs, the moon illuminating the countryside— the city of Nevarro glowing just off in the distance. While you’re grateful you’ve outgrown your need to fill the silence, Din sits beside you, silently missing your nervous chatter. Tonight, he is the one who breaks the silence.
“Thank you.”
Your head turns toward him, brow furrowed. Before you can ask, he continues.
“You’ve been a pleasure to work with. Grogu and I can rely on you. That isn’t something I.. hold lightly. Thank you.” His voice, even dulled by his helmet’s modulator, holds a greater reverence; this isn’t a simple admission of appreciation. The warmth behind his words is almost startling.
You can feel the skin of your neck prickle with warmth, your pulse buzzing. The night air suddenly thickens.
“Thank you, Mando, I-“
“Din.”
You pause. You swear you’re looking directly into his eyes behind that visor, and something shifts—like the change in atmospheric pressure just before a storm hits.
“That’s your— Din?”
“Din Djarin.”
He slowly pulls off one glove, your own breath quickening at the sight of his golden skin. He cups the back of one of your hands. He pulls your hand up, towards his helmet, reaching up with his opposite hand; with a soft hiss, the seal is released.
He pulls your hand so your fingertips reach just past the brim of his helmet. Soft lips press against your fingertips, the soft prickle of facial hair dragging against your skin. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire—dizzied by the warmth, the slight moisture of his lips as he presses a kiss to your skin.
He slowly pulls your hand away, gingerly sets it back down, and pulls his leather glove back on.
You lean forward and press your lips against the curve of his beskar helm, just beside his T-visor.
I apologize for not posting anything for a while. Many things happened during the months that have passed since I last posted here. My grandfather passed away a few days after I posted the latest request of Bay!Donnie, then a few weeks later I had another job interview, I had (and still have) to deal with college, there were a few severe anxiety attacks that got in my way in Febuary and I had to take medicine to deal with it (fortunately I don't take medicines for anxiety for a month because I'm managing to control it), and I was recently hired to work.
My life changed abruptly after all that.
I'm trying to get used to all of it.
Again, I'm sorry for not posting. I know what it's like to be anxious while waiting for requests answered. I was thinking about you.
Hello! I love your work! Could I put a request in for a yandere/stalker Donatello? Or maybe overly protective donatello headcanons? So many people write sweet stuff for bayverse donnie but i never see any darker vibe stuff! Thank you!
Thank you! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one too.
To be honest, Donnie reminds me of Aiden Pearce from the 'Watch Dogs' game. I think they're very similar by their expertise in technology and hacking, and also their personalities.
Rate/Warnings: yandere/stalker and overprotective character. There is a bit of fluff.
“New York is my eyes and ears.”, he once told you. Indeed it was. His brilliant mind has created a technological network that covers almost all of New York, allowing him to notice everything. "Nothing escapes from my gaze".
Not even you.
Donnie has his ways. He notices absolutely everything you could imagine... He may be a quiet nerd, but those close to him know there is nothing fragile about him at all.
Honestly, it’s easy to think of a quiet person as harmless, naïve, or anything closely tied to innocence. But don’t fool yourself. Silence has a way of misleading others into underestimation, as if the absence of words implied the absence of thought. Quiet people listen more than they speak, observe more than they act, and store impressions with unsettling precision. While others fill the air with noise, they pay attention - to gestures, to pauses, to what is left unsaid. In their stillness, they gather fragments of truth, often understanding far more than they ever choose to reveal.
Never underestimate the quietest person.
You received a watch designed by him for Christmas, similar to the one April received for her birthday. "If anything happens, just press the button on the side...". He advised, glancing at you as put the watch on your wrist.
If you were in a relationship with him, you’d notice how overprotective he'd be of you. A little too much, actually.
You'd receive concern comments from a few people that something was different in the way Donnie behaved, but you had known him for years before you ever started dating, and you knew him well enough to understand.
Just let’s be clear: If you allow him to be overprotective without becoming toxic, your relationship shall be balanced and healthy, and he never acted differently. Donnie never makes you feel uncomfortable in a relationship meant to be healthy and safe. He understands boundaries, respects your space, and values communication above all else. But there’s one thing he makes unmistakably clear: you belong to him.
At family gatherings or any place crowded with people, Donnie stays by your side the entire time, one hand placed around your waist or shoulder. (Your waist is his favourite). And when he isn’t with you, he watches from a distance.
If he notices a man invading your space, he would: "Is there a problem here?", he asks while wedges himself between the two of you, making the man retreat immediately;
There’s a part off him that you love the most: the way he reminds you that you are his through the certainty in his touch, the steadiness in his gaze.
When you leave work late at night, you share your location with him so he can follow your route home. Of course, he watches over you through the network of cameras scattered across New York’s streets; and you’re fully aware of it because you allowed it for your safety. It feels like reassurance, a silent promise that you are never truly alone in the dark.
Tonight you've decided to take a different route, but your phone goes off immediately. “Why are you going down this path?”, his voice echoes.
You sighed. “It’s quicker if I walk this way-”;
“There aren’t any cameras there.”, he cut you off. “Go back to the street where you were so I can see you, please".
You breathed out as you put your phone back in the pocket. You know it’s for your own protection. With vigilantes or not, New York still has crimes.
Sometimes, he’d come over to your apartment. He asks about your day - how it went, if anyone bothered you, etc... Donnie listens closely, storing every detail with quiet attention. When you tell him that your coworker had been bothered you for a few days, he was about to turn into a "beast", but you calmed him down.
You'll never forget that one night, you were on your way home and forgot to send him your location. A giant truck emerged from the shadows a few streets behind. You heart raced. Then you could see its green and yellow colors.
"OH MY GOD, DONNIE!", you shouted as the truck approached. "What the hell?!". Your voice echoed through the empty street.
The drivers side window rolled down and he appeared. "Sorry, Y/N. You didn't send your current location-."
"I thought I was gonna be kidnapped- What? Did I?... Wait. How did you know location if it was desabled?". You lifted an eyebrow.
"Because you walk along this street every night. And I was the one who asked you to do that". He simply smiled.
In those moments, you feel chosen and claimed because you are being watched all the time, and being cared.
➸ Bay!TMNT X War of The Worlds (2005) crossover.
Rate/Warnings: Mature audience, NSFW/ANGST, violence, blood, argues, etc... but don't worry, there will be SFW stuff as well
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"No one would have believed, in the early centuries, that all worlds were being watched by intelligences greater than our own". Krang murmured, his gelatinous body too weak to withstand the intense pain inflicted upon him. The prototype - what had once been his body - lay completely destroyed a few meters away.
"As my race busied themselves with their various concerns, the invasors observed and studied the way Earthlings with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water". He struggled to raise his eyes and noticed how completely his ship had been annihilated, its remains strewn in every direction.
Looking farther ahead, he finally understood that everything was gone - everything he owned, everything he knew - while many massive Tripods marched on different directions, unleashing laser fire, their terrifying mechanical cadence reverberating through the red-stained world he once called home. "With infinite complacency, we went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world."
Suddenly, one of the giant machine's three legs slammed down onto the destroyed prototype. A blinding white light loomed over his weak, light-pink body. The machine slowly lowered itself toward Krang, pointing its neon-blue weapon at him.
It was the most beautiful shade of blue he had ever seen.
"Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planets with envious eyes...", the weapon draws even closer, its laser's heat intensifying and burning his fragile skin. "and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us."
The laser was finally unleashed, wiping away the existence and legacy of his being.
This fanfic is a crossover between one of my favorite alien movies War of the Worlds (2005) and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows (2016). After watching WoTW for the 'thousandth time', I couldn’t stop thinking: ''What if the turtles went through an alien invasion like that? Honestly, I think it would be way worse than Krang''. That’s when I started imagining how both stories could fit together. But just to be clear: I’m not just copy-pasting Spielberg’s story and throwing the turtles in. What I’m writing has new twists, fresh scenarios, and even some extra characters.
Important:
➳ This fanfic is for mature audience! NSFW/ANGST: Violence, blood, argues, etc... but don't worry, there will be SFW stuff as well;
➳ Multiple-chaptered fanfic;
➳ The mutant turtles are 24 years old here. I won't accept "but they're underage" comments;
➳ The story is set in present day;
➳ No reader and no OC insert. It's focused on the original characters in both movies;
➳ It will be posted on Wattpad (mythicalninjas) and AO3 (Chimarruts). All links are in the pinned post <3
DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is a work of fan creation. I don't own the TMNT movies nor War of the Worlds (movie or book). The original characters, original settings, and original story elements belong to their respective creators. Only the plot of this fanfiction belongs to me. All credits go to the directors Steven Spielberg (WoTW 2005) and Dave Green (TMNT 2016) and to their teams.
P.S.: I won't be using anyone's fanarts (unless they allow me to). All images you shall see in this fan creation are screenshots from both movies and a few NYC pictures from the internet.
If you haven't watched War of The Worlds (2005) yet, please go for it. It's amazing! There's the full version on YouTube ☺️
Thanks for giving attention to this little but important note. I really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy my work ❤️
Hiii! I love your fics so much!!😍 can I request Tmnt fic with Raph with an S/o who has the personality of Toph from Atla? Basically snarky and sassy but soft with people they trust
(Request sent between Feburary and March 2025 before I switch off anonymous mode).
You make my heart melt! Thank you so much, lovely! ❤️
I had to search up for this character because I've never watched ATLA, and I had to watch a few videos on TikTok to see how is her personality hahaha Hope I got her personality well.
Rate/Warnings: SFW, reader acts like Toph from A.T.L.A.
Everyone who spends time enough with the mutant family, it's aware that Raph is the hottest-head among the brothers. Someone who the mutant family is used to deal, but living with yet another version of him? A "mini" him? A big challenge to deal.
Not quite enough, sometimes.
"Have ya'll eaten all the pizza?", Raph asked incredulously as stares down at the empty pizza box, questioning himself how an entire family-size pizza can run out so fast. He looked at you.
"Don't look at me.", you defended yourself from his deadly stare. "I don't pig out like Mikey". You pointed at the orange-clad turtle behind you. He has his hand full of pizza while chewing.
One day you were doing your hair to go out with your friends: April, Vernon and Casey. Raph was cleaning his Sais next to you.
"Will you go out with this hair?", Casey asked out of sudden with a disapproval face as watches you.
You glanced at him. "Any problem with that?".
"Not to sound rude, but you look just like Amy Winehouse with this hairstyle".
"Is that supposed to be an offense?"
"No. I mean, it's weird to hang out with this hairstyle"
"At least I don't have recending hairline which looks like an ant airport on my head".
Raph tried to not laugh out loud after what you answered.
The other day you were drawing and Raph came up behind you, watching you drawing precise lines with a pencil.
"Watcha doing?"
You stopped and stared down at the paper. "Writing an essay to the government explaining how to make butterflies with butters flying".
Of course you don't act sassy all the time. When it comes to people close to you, especially Raph, your emotions become as cool and collected as butter melting. You help those who need, you give support for your friends (human or not) when they need, mainly Raphael.
When he told the story of when he accidentally confessed that he cared so much about his brothers when they fell from the tower years ago, you couldn't hold the tears.
You took his hand. "Raph, it was actually good that you said that. Your brothers know that you love them".
"I'll never forget that, bro. You were so soft". Mikey said suddenly right behind him.
"MIKEY!", Raph shouted, and ran after him.
You laughed.
You love your red-clad turtle and his family so much.
I apologise for taking a while to post your requests. I lent my laptop charger to my father so he could fix it and I'm keeping writing in my PC but it is slow 🫠 I'm trying.
Requests are closed till December. I know it will take a long time, but throughout these months there will be such new scenarios I am planning of; and along with your requests, of course. 😊
Let's talk about the Art Deco in Transformers One.
Me, a 23-year-old Visual Arts student going into my 7th semester, thought it'd be cool to share this artistic and cultural curiosity present in the movie.
(Some music to vibe the content hehehe)
According to the movie director, Josh Cooley (click here to watch), Iacon city was built inspired by Art Deco and it is like a robot style!
But first of all: What is Art Deco?
The term “Art Deco” comes from the French term “Arts Décoratifs” which means Decorative Arts.
It was a popular design movement that emerged in the 1920s and flourished until the 1930s, in France. It influenced various art forms, including architecture, interior design, fashion, painting, sculpture, and graphic arts.
The starting point was the “International Exhibition of Decorative and Industrial Arts”, which took place in Paris in 1925. Initially, Art Deco was an art form aimed at the post-war bourgeoisie, using expensive materials.
However, with the Art Deco Exhibition held in New York in 1934, this style became popular throughout the world.
What are its characteristics?
Art Deco heavily utilized geometric shapes like chevrons, zigzags, and stylized sunbursts. These shapes were often used to create intricate patterns and designs. It also embraced luxurious materials such as chrome, stainless steel, and exotic woods. These materials were used to create a sense of opulence and sophistication.
Bold Colors: It featured bold and vibrant colors, often used in contrasting combinations. Gold, silver, and black were also popular choices.
Streamlined Forms: often featured streamlined forms, inspired by the machine age and the concept of speed and efficiency.
Exotic Influences: Art Deco drew inspiration from various cultures, including ancient Egypt, Aztec, and Mayan civilizations. These influences can be seen in the use of stylized motifs and patterns.
But how Art Deco is represented in the movie?
It was "estrategically-acidentally" chosen for both architecture and history. As mentioned above, the gold, gray and black are the main colours for this kind of art. They convey richness, power, cleanliness (the primes are seen by cybertronians this way just as Egyptian royalty was seen by their subjects, for example).
So. I have brought some examples of the Art Deco pattern:
You can see them here, for example:
Now, let's check the architecture out.
If you look closely, these buildings are very similar to Iacon's:
Images from Jason Scheier (Production Designer) on Instagram.
This entrance hall in one of the New York City skyscrapers (for example) has the same interior design as the main room in the Iacon Golden Tower. The luxury liners showcase elegance, richness and sophistication of Art Deco.
How it is shown in the movie:
Also, did you know that Art Deco tell stories through murals? Amazing, itsn't it? It is also shown in the movie!
Examples:
In the movie:
There is one more mural in the main room in the Iacon Golden Tower, but we can barely see it.
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Well, there's a whole study behind it. I didn't want to bring it all to not let this post be huge. I just wanted to share a cool curiosity coming from who are studying art for a long time. I advise you to search for more if you got interested. 😊
I think this is enough. Hope you have enjoyed it and thank you for your attention! 🫶
Reminder: everything I've shown you is from my own studies!
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