#gore turtles

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Aren't you heroes? Isn't this noble? You should be so proud Of all the good that you're doing

[boxfullaturtles]

5

but make it something to do with a shell 😈

Lemme see some horrific angst!!!!!

(thank you kindly <3)

i like the way you think~ <3

5. Pried Open [rottmnt]

tw: mutilation, could be considered torture, blood

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Mikey and his brothers have shells that are stronger than the typical turtle. They can take harder blows and are more resilient, they heal better and faster. Even Donnie's softshell is hardier than a normal turtle of his species.

When Mikey feels threatened, when there's something he needs to hide from or dodge, he goes into his shell. It's one of the safest places he can be (next to being in Raph's arms).

So when a yokai starts talking about eating him and Donnie (and, god, what is it with freaks wanting to eat them anyway), Mikey hides. They can't get away, they've already tried. So they're doing whatever they can to stay alive until they either find a way out, or someone comes to their rescue. Donnie has a shield up, his mystic blazing a defiant purple as he glares at the yokai. He's on the other side of the room from Mikey, too far to seek comfort from.

When the yokai can't get through Donnie's shield, they turn to Mikey. And Mikey's strong, he's not stupid. But he's also scared and he can't make shields like Donnie can, and Donnie can't reach him from there without straining himself.

So Mikey pulls himself into his shell and refuses to come out.

The great thing about being a box turtle is that his shell is hinged. Once he's inside, no one can pry him out again. There's no gaps unless he pokes a limb out and he doesn't intend to.

Sound is muffled but he can hear the yokai cursing at him. There are scratches and banging on the outside of his shell. He can still feel the blows and they still hurt--his shell isn't nerveless armor, it's a part of his body and each strike makes him wince. But it's not enough to get him to come out.

The yokai kicks him around a little, knocking his shell all over the place. Then they must get frustrated because their stomping footsteps move away. Mikey stifles a giggle; what an idiot!

He peeks out the front hinge of his shell, blinking in the light. Donnie still has his mystic shield up across the room. Mikey can't see the yokai from where he is, but Donnie must be able to, since he isn't looking at Mikey. And he looks worried. Mikey's about to call out to him when the yokai comes into view again.

Mikey catches a glimpse of something sharp and shiny before he yanks back into his shell with a soft click of the hinge snapping shut.

It's...probably fine. Mikey's shell has stood up to the likes of the Shredder's claws! He'll be fine!

The yokai is grabbing him, turning him around, tilting him on his side.

Mikey tries to keep his breathing steady, even as his heart begins to race.

He's strong. He's not scared. He'll be fine. He--

White hot fire pierces his shoulder and he screams. It drags against his arm, scrapes against the inside of his shell and plastron. It's so inherently wrong feeling that he almost pops out of his shell on instinct alone to get it out.

Agony is digging into him, sawing through his chest. He can't breathe.

It's hot. It's dark. It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurt it hurts it hurts!!!!

Wet. Hot. Pain. Scraping.

Something SNAPS.

Light pours into a space that should be dark. There's a lot of red everywhere. Mikey is on fire.

Through tears and the spots blooming in his vision, he car barely make out of the yokai looming over him. Mikey's still in his shell, but he can see the yokai.

There's a gap in his hinge.

The yokai is holding a piece of something...brown-ish...a neon splash of color on it...blood everywhere...

Mikey doesn't realize he's still screaming until it ratchets up another notch, higher and louder. Blood is gushing from him, splattering his face, his body, his shell. He doesn't know how he's still breathing through the sheer agony.

The yokai drops the piece of Mikey's plastron that's been cut off and reaches down to finish the job.

[boxfullaturtles]

Oh how I love angst prompts

I'm gonna pick a random number,

Uh 10, have that with what you want, I prefer rise but if you can think of something better then you do it

Here is a cat as payment.

I will accept cat as payment.

10. Shocked [rottmnt]

[tw: electrical shocks]

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Something's wrong with his battle shell.

Donnie doesn't want to admit that to himself, let alone to his brothers. But something is definitely wrong with it.

It's not responding like it should, the movements of the extra arms are jerky and stop-starting instead of being smooth and precise, and it's a lot warmer than it's supposed to be. Yeah, he's got a temperature control that keeps its processors from overheating and disperses the heat into a soothing warmth across the padded inside that rests against his shell.

But this is too hot.

He was going to look at it when they got back to the lair. But of course on their way back, they get into trouble, because of course they do. And then they're fighting and getting knocked around and--

Donnie is slammed into the wall and something crunches in his battle shell. He doesn't like the sound of that.

Nor does he like the taste of ozone building in his nose and static charge crawling across his scales. Something is very, very, VERY wrong.

As soon as the fight's over and they're on the rooftops to make their way home again, Donnie calls for a halt.

"Come on, Dee, I'm tiiirrreeedddd," Mikey whines, slinging himself over Raph's shoulder like a rag doll.

"I know, I just have to check something," Donnie still doesn't want to admit that something's wrong, that his precious battle shell could be damaged. He can't admit to it. His pride won't let him.

He rolls his shoulders, trying to feel for anything digging into his back or sitting wrong. It seems all right. He reaches up to press the release for the shell, because he needs to check for the damage, he has to make sure now.

Only to shriek as an electric shock discharges through him.

It's brief, but sharp and strong, making his muscles seize so he drops to the ground. It steals his breath and pops stars in his vision, sends his head spinning.

When he blinks back into focus, his brothers are hovering over him in concern, the ceiling of the night sky behind their heads.

"Yo, Donnie, what the hell was that?" Leo's voice is light but he's not smiling.

Donnie swallows, "I--I believe that was an electrical shock, caused, possibly, by a misalignment in my--"

Another shock rips through him, this one lasting longer. He barely feels his heels skidding on the rooftop, his throat closing in a silent scream as he's electrocuted by his own tech again.

This one leaves him gasping, an ache starting to build inside him, his body trembling with the aftermath of pain and muscle spasms.

"Shit, Dee, get your battle shell off!"

"I'm...trying..." He manages to roll on to his hands and knees, paws with numb fingers for the release. He hits the button again but all it gets him is another shock, even worse than the last.

It doesn't stop.

He's frozen stiff by the electricity coursing through him, muscles seized, grasping the shoulder latch and keeping the release button depressed. He's face-down in the dirt and rocks and god only knows what else of the roof, scraping across it, body alive with pain and little else.

Then his hand has been kicked or pried away from the button and he's gasping on the ground. Wheezing, really. He's shaking, his chest hurts. His mouth tastes like iron.

Donnie's barely had a chance to recover before his battle shell shocks him again.

The shocks are getting worse. Closer together, lasting longer. Getting stronger. The discharges tear through him, chewing apart his flesh, like knives in the meat of his muscles, digging into his guts, stabbing him in the eyes, literally tearing him into pieces.

He can't even scream.

His brothers' panicked voices barely register. Donnie's in a sinkhole of agony and he thinks he might drown in it.

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sure hope this doesn't give him any heart issues or anything :)

[boxfullaturtles]

[muffled "Electric Love" playing in the background]

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I hope you have a good day! <3

Gorey's certainly having fun! :D

[boxfullaturtles]

i finally had the mental faculties to catch up on firefight by @remedyturtles and hhoooooboy

anyway have this doodle i did at the doctor's office because that last image would not leave my mind and my digital art block is still killing me

is there going to be anything left of these kids by the end...?

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Sturdy grips pried his shuddering jaws apart and tears streaked flames from his eyes. Something slid over his tongue, to the back of his mouth, down his throat— it was a hand ! Someone’s hand! In his mouth! Latex-like against his tongue, rubbery texture pressing in and down, fingers digging into the soft meat at the back of his throat!

a scene from chapter 20 of Adagio in Green, from the outside perspective this time

sure would suck if there were irreversible changes made by an alien parasite, huh

[boxfullaturtles]

"It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop. Ever. Until you are dead." -[x]

Snap Donnie by @onejellyfishplease is an absolute delight~ I love him! What a freaky little guy! I wanna put him in a little terrarium and give him lots of things to eat! Look at him! He's horrifying! I love him so much! I had to draw him in all of his botanical glory~

Don't look behind you, Leo! Or maybe you should...

(version without the heavy shadows/lighting/effects under the cut because i buried all the details in the shadows :p)

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☆.｡.:* GLAM! GLITZ! GUTS AND GORE! .｡.:*☆