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RADIANT SOULS MASTERPOST

Radiant Souls is my ongoing post-movie Infection AU fic with Draxum as the protagonist, in which two of the turtles fall ill with a mysterious infection immediately following the Krang invasion. The family must then go on an adventure to figure out what it is and treat it before time runs out.

CHAPTERS

Prologue

It's Apocalypse O'Clock Somewhere

So Long, Paradise

Honey, I'm Home

Painy Daze

Bleed, Burn, Bag the Black

Fault Lines

Conjunction Junction, What's Your Unction?

Even Crows Cast Shadows

F*ck Around & Ferret Out of the Bag

Black Body Goo Part Two Electromagnetic Boogaloo

A Turtle Tank Named Krangstine

Angels in the Homebase

ILLUSTRATIONS

Radiant Souls Cover ★ Isyris' Spit Take ★ The Boss Just Went By ★ So Long, Paradise

NOTES, ADJACENT WORKS, & MISC

A Poetic Theme Exploration of Radiant Souls ★ Chapters 1-3 Notes Pt. 1 ★ Meet Dallas Walker ★ Meet Cedrus Draxum ★ Older Krow Official Ref Sheet

OTHER LINKS

I have a writing blog @cinnaster where you can find my RS ramblings, but you can ask me about RS on either blog!

If you ever are curious about my fic, the characters, or anything else about the AU, please don't hesitate to reach out! I LOVE talking about it. :D

[cinnaster-a]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Radiant Souls Chapter 5 is up, woohoo!

New reader? Start here!

Excerpt:

Krow stood outside the archway of the med bay, leaning back against the stone wall. The weight of the portal key still in the pouch on his hip was a reminder of what occurred. His brow furrowed while he replayed the day’s events in his mind.

He had pleaded with Ace to not do what he had done. But Ace had pleaded back. In the end, Krow tearfully obeyed Ace. He took the key, causing the portal to close. The massive Krang ship exploded spectacularly in the event. Krow was lucky that it occurred so high up in the air that he wasn’t badly affected by the intense shock wave. Thanks to the portal closing, the Krang leader was trapped in the other dimension once again. But Ace, a hero until the end, had chosen to also trap himself in that dimension to ensure the Krang’s defeat.

To Krow, it was a loss of hope, an absolute resignation that the turtles were destined to eventually sacrifice themselves in any timeline for the safety of others, leaving people like him behind as survivors. In this past timeline, millions of people lived in New York City. And millions got to be survivors that day, Krow among them.

It would have been selfish to value that one life over millions. Yet, he nearly had.

Ace’s pleas were hard to bear, and it was his sensei’s mantra that pushed him to go through with it. “It’s not about me” rang clear in Krow’s mind the moment before he did the deed. But the loss was brutal.

When he had returned to the ground and found Ace’s other sword lying amidst the rubble, the weight of what occurred crashed down onto him. It was fate. It would have been a lie to say that his sorrowful tears didn’t fall onto the katana’s blade. He had been sure that he had lost his sensei all over again.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Radiant Souls Chapter 6: "Bleed, Burn, Bag the Black"

New reader? Start from the beginning!

Excerpt:

Over the past few months or so, the slow warmth was creeping into the chilly waters of the relationship between softshell and sheep. Without thinking, Jett found himself starting conversations with his creator-father when he was around, even going on at length about his inventions, theories, or other knowledge he had picked up. And the most amazing thing? The guy actually listened! And he would ask questions! People rarely asked him questions! But Isyris did. He was still an ancient yōkai, often calling objects that he didn’t understand “doohickeys” or responding back to Jett as if it was his first day on Earth, but his amusing ignorance only made Jett more excited to infodump about his favorite topics or recent fixations. He wanted to explain everything.

But Isyris Draxum, his scientific-minded creator that he secretly so desperately craved attention and approval from, clearly didn’t care enough to listen this time around or to even properly stay in contact with them. And this was right after they had nearly bitten the dust against the Shredder. It had been way too close of a call. Had they not awakened their new powers, they all certainly would have died. This had been part of Jett’s reasoning to make sure his new father brought along the communicator. The man seemed to be caring about him more, and in return, Jett was starting to care about him. He wanted Isyris to carry the communicator. He built it, after all. It was just a small thing, nothing special compared to his array of impressive inventions, but it was something he made that his creator could carry with him all the time.

And that, even more than the direct line of communication, is what made it special. A piece of himself for his creator. Not a grand gift by any means, but one Jett hoped was significant.

Guess it wasn’t after all.

[cinnaster-a]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New reader? Start here!

Chapter 9: Even Crows Cast Shadows

Excerpt:

Ace hung his head. He could not bear to meet the human’s eyes. His raspy voice wavered. “Hey uh, Krow. You know that photo you had? The one of us?”

The older teen did not verbally confirm but raised an eyebrow at the question. He knew what he had done with the photograph, one of the last physical pieces left of Master Ace. Anger and disappointment at the man—boy—he looked up to had been unleashed in the caved-in subway lines beneath Metro Tower.

“And all we got is this guy,”  he had scornfully spat to Ace and thrown the photo in gut-wrenching dismay. Though, really, it was more than just the photo he parted with. Expectations and hope had been etched into the memento. Master Ace had drawn his own into the back of it with a soft stone. His expectation for Krow. His hope for the world. “Find the key, stop the Krang.”

Krow, too, drew his expectations and hope on the photo. But his remained on the front side in invisible ink. When held up to the light of challenging situations, it revealed, in deep dark lines, the truth of his beliefs and desires.

In the crumbled subway, like flint struck on stone, the friction between the two made a spark. And for a brief moment, Krow’s ink on the photo became visible.

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