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NEW CHAPTER TO WBAMTF❤️ IM SO HYPED. HEHEHEH. don't get your hopes up its like a really short chapter. Yknow sometimes I'll look at other really famous tmnt fics like the dope theater society and reciprocity and think "how do they WRITE this much!?" Like, sure I've wrote way bigger chapters than this but no more than 13000. But yknow I'm still happy so who cares.
Making an AU, maybe a fic to go with it not sure. its called "Wanna Be A Man, Then Fight." WBAMTF for short and for the tag.
I'll go into massive detail later, but bassically to sum it up; what if raph, donnie, and mikey all got kidnapped and sent to a battle arena and were forced to fight and kill, and raph as to become the older brother he dosent wanna be while leo and april try to find them.
Wazzup guys! I have a couple fanfic wips that have been rotting in my notes app for a while, and thought I should share! I wanna finish them up but I don't know which one to do first, so I'm gonna let you guys pick!
Im gonna add them down below, and after I'll add a poll! Just vote whichever one you want me to finish!
WARNING: these are very rough wips, and the grammer might be horrible, so warning.
Raphael and Hun Fic
(Dont have a title but comment some if you have ideas!)
One Breath in, one out.
He flicked his cigarette, getting rid of the access ash that came to be on the end of the cancer stick he poorly decided to smoke. Hun didn't like to smoke, infact he he hated the smell of it. It made him nauseated and sick, but he couldn't deny that every once in a while (every week), he would light one up.
It helped with his anxiety, it made him feel… well, better. the relieving feeling of the intoxicating smoke filling up his lungs with one large breath. It calmed him more than any therapy session ever had. He was a hypocrite, he knew that. He always shammed people who smoked, and a lot of the times helped them to find other coping mechanisms. But he dosent have the time for that. He gets a skip card on this one, and he'd always let himself have that.
With another drag, and another flick, he sighed. Shoving His head into his hands, pushing the bottom of his palms into his eyes. He should have went back by now. He told Angel he was going to “take a breather” and that “he needed fresh air”; Which he didn't lie about. He did take a breather, just not of fresh air. Which is fine. He looked down off the edge of the city rooftop He was on. He leaned onto the ledge, letting his elbows rest on the cracked concrete.
he didn't like to lie. But lately the more he thought about it, the more he relized his entire life is a lie. His mom was under the impression he was out doing after school clubs. to be completely honest, Hun didn't even really go to school often. That wasn't the right way to put it, he went to school every day, but he just didn't stay for the entire time. Sometimes Kistune needs somthing, and it's 10 am. Who need to learn about the square route of 9 anyway?
He jolted out of his thoughts as His phone buzzed, [insert totally in character song here] ringing through his hears. He fumbled taking his phone out of his hoodie pocket, avoiding from dropping his cigarette which was placed in between his fingers. “H-Hello?”
“Hun where the hell are you!? It's been at least an hour! Kistune is pissed, and I'm not going to be blamed for you not being here!” He winced on the other end as Angel continued to rip into Him. An hour? It felt like 30 minures at max. He turned around, seeing the fact that it was almost dark out, the sun setting low on the building horizons. He stumbled Over his words, “I'll being there soon, give me 20 minutes.”
“20 minutes!? How am I supposed to stall her for-” BEEP.
Got he loved the sweet succulent red hang up button. This was fine, he would finish his cigarette, and then leave! Simple as that. He put his phone deep into his pocket. Turning back to face the ledge. He walked over to it, taking up his original spot.
Finally, no interrup-
“Hun?” He knew that voice. But how did thay voice know him? He slowly reached for bricky, who was resting in his pocket, waiting to pounce if needed. He slowly turned, his eyes tracing over green skin, before locking eyes with ones much bigger than his.
Why cant I just forget? (opt 1)
ok this one has two versions, im gonna list them seperetly though.
The air was crispy in the swears. Well, as crispy as she's ever felt it.
The breath that came from wingnut's throat as she landed (not so) gracefully was one of relief. She looked down to the new door mat mikey had bought. She remembered Raph arguing that they lived in the sewers, and dirt was everywhere anyway. Mikey made the argument that it wasn't just to clean off boots. It was used to welcome people into their home.
The laugh that escaped her mouth she read the words. “But did you call first?”
it was cringy, so, so, cringy. But it was funny… in a way. It reminded her of Watamote. Something so cringy that it became funny.
She walked in the lair, it was late; Maybe 11 pm. She noticed Mondo and Rocksteady on the couch. They were watching some old reality TV show, Friends maybe? It sounded more like Boy Meets World.
“Dude, you're finally home. We were tots wondering Where you went man.” Mondo leaned over the couch, dramatically waving his arm. She heard Rocksteady pause the show, turning to face her as well.
She flew up onto the counter to reach the bowl of beef stew Scumbug had cooked earlier that night. She fiddled her thumbs while opening the container, lying wasn't her thing. It never was. It made her sweaty, awkward, and it made her feel like she was in a fever dream. “Well, yeah, I was just y'know. I was out. Out doing stuff that every human- well not every human, but person does.” She could feel Rocksteady eyes staring into the side of her head.
“You were on the ship again weren't you.” Rocksteady turned the TV off entirely, knowing this wasn't gonna be a short conversation.
Wingnut heard Mondo's small hitch of breath. They've talked about this before. They didn't like her going back to the ship, they being Rocksteady, Genghis, and Ray. Mondo came with her sometimes. It wasn't a talkative trip. It was a silent one. One filled with hums and tears. One filled with those tight, death grip hugs that made you nauseous if held too long (or too little).
“What? No- no why would I do that? Psh, what a crazy thing to say!” She let her thumbs graze the side of the bowl. Her already shortened confidence got crumbled in a matter of seconds when she saw rocksteady go to stand up, coming Up behind her.
“You where weren't you? God, wingnut we all agreed it wasn't safe to go back there! It's falling apart-”
She stumbled over her words, “I was carful! I'm not 5 rocksteady I can take care of myself!”
Mondo swung himself over the couch, walking over to the counter and sitting in one of the stools. “dudez, it's not a big deal. Besides we left stuff back there broski. Like, I never got my spray paint set back.”
Rocksteady huffed through his nostrils throwing his hands in the air. He was mad, more mad than usual. But she could see the hesitancy and uncomfortable look in his eyes. “You know that's not why she goes back! If that was the reason, me and behop would've already made a trip!”
“I would've done what?” Behop came out of the bathroom, a flush could be heard as he pulled the door shut. He scratched his chest as he made his way to the fridge.
Rocksteady glared at wingnut for a moment, considering hsi next words before turning to behop. “Wingnut misses Superfly.”
Behop paused, looking confused, and a bit angry. He didn't know what to say.
Why cant I just forget? (opt 2)
The air was crispy in the swears. Well, as crispy as she's ever felt it.
The breath that came from wingnut's throat as she landed (not so) gracefully was one of relief. She looked down to the new door mat mikey had bought. She remembered Raph arguing that they lived in the sewers, and dirt was everywhere anyway. Mikey made the argument that it wasn't just to clean off boots. It was used to welcome people into their home.
The laugh that escaped her mouth she read the words. “But did you call first?”
it was cringy, so, so, cringy. But it was funny… in a way. It reminded her of Watamote. Something so cringy that it became funny.
She walked in the lair, it was late; Maybe 11 pm. She noticed Mondo and Rocksteady on the couch. They were watching some old TV show, Friends maybe? It sounded more like Boy Meets World.
“Dudez, you're finally home. We were tots wondering Where you went man.” Mondo leaned over the couch, dramatically waving his arm. She heard Rocksteady pause the show, turning to face her as well.
“I just went out with Donnie for a bit, we went to an anime convention down in Times Square.” she made her way over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a leftover takeout container. She walked over to the couch and took a seat right in between the two. She opened the takeout box, using the plastic fork that was already placed in there to finish off the orange Chicken letterhead had ordered. 2 nights ago.
Rocksteady unpaused the TV, letting the chaotic show play while they spoke. “We're watching Full house. Someone didn't pay for Netflix so we're on cable.”
She hummed, leaning back into the couch. She watched as the family on screen argued over something stupid. The daughter was trying to go out with the classic “bad boy” boyfriend, and the classic dad didn't like the idea of it. “I'm happy we never had to deal with that.”
Mondo shrugged. “I mean, we never really had that father figure in place to DO that dudez.” you could feel the air tighten around them. Everyone tensed up, the statement bringing small chills down her spine. Maybe it was the fact that, yeah, they did have a father figure. Maybe, maybe it was the fact that that father figure wasn't their father at all.
Wingnut hesitated with her next words. They bounced around her brain for a minute, trying to decide whether they would be problematic, or just… words.
“... we did have one person.” She grazed the bowl gently, racking the statement in her mind. She could hear Rocksteady's breathing picked up. What was she supposed to do? Lie and say they had no one?
Saying his name was like saying a forbidden word. Like saying Voldemort in the Harry Potter world. It burned when his name hit your mind, spelling out each syllable on your tongue like fire. Or… that's what it was supposed to feel like. That's what it should feel like. After what he did after how long he hurt them. It should hurt to say his name.
“SuperFly-” before she could even Finish saying his name, rocksteady roared.
“He wasn't a father figure! He manipulated us!” He got off the couch, crossing his arms. His yelling must have tracked Behop and letterhead into the room. Behop immediately went to Rocksteady's side to try and calm him down, but instead just got angry without knowing why rock was angry in the first place.
“Oi, what's goin in here?” Leatherhead adjusted her hat
2025 has been a long, long year for me, one filled with moments that tested me, changed me, and shaped who I’m becoming. I’ve experienced some of the highest highs and some of the lowest lows, and every part of it has left a mark I know I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. There were days I felt strong and hopeful, and days I felt lost, overwhelmed, or unsure of myself, but every experience taught me something valuable.
I’m endlessly grateful for the people who chose to stay, who supported me when things weren’t easy, and who believed in me even when I struggled to believe in myself. To everyone who follows me, checks in, listens, encourages, or simply shows kindness; thank you. Your patience, understanding, and compassion mean more to me than I can ever properly put into words, especially during the moments when I wasn’t at my best (or when I was acting a little stupid)
I thought it would be pretty cool to compare the first thing I drew on this account and my favorite/recent things i did on this account.
I can't believe I'm letting myself even REMEMBER this ugly piece of art I did on this account back in, like, what, march?
Even if I hate this, I think it's the best example of my old art style. To be completely honest I don't even remember what I was thinking when I drew this. One thing I do remember is when I drew it I posted it on Twitter and it got I likes and I was like devastated😭
BUT! Now I get to redeem myself with all my favriote drawings from this year!
Im not sure hownyo out it into words but all these drawings were so fun to draw! I love how all these turned out. My all time favriote drawing from this year has to be the 6th one. It's has all the turtles in it and I love how the colors pop! But at the same time I love the 7th one, i love how it represents my fic... Speaking of my fic THAT CHAPTER WILL COME OUT SOON I SWEAR💔 i just am so slow at writing but I promise it'll come out!
This year reminded me how powerful connection is, how much love can exist even in chaos, and how important it is to keep going. I wouldn’t be who I am right now without the people who stood beside me through it all, and for that, I’m truly thankful.
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THIS IS JUST A TEST CHAPTER TO SEE WHO IS INTRESTED.
its olny a thousand words because i didnt want to write my heart out just to get 3 veiws on it, If you don't know or are confused on what this AU is please go to this post for a short summary.
I'll start working on a master post with all the details once I know it's worth doing, aka, once I know people are actually interested.
To the people who actually read it please leave a comment or leave kudos, I haven't written in a while and this is really knew to me so please be patient, and don't be scared to correct my gramer!
if you feel like youve seen this before its cause im reposting it cause i needed to fix something in the drawing and it wouldnt let me just edit the post
HOLY DAMN I JUST READ UR AU ITS SO COOL ITS AMAZING HOLY CRAP...
I love it. When will u release part 2?
THANK YOU SO MUCH, this means so much!!
Part two will be released, I will not abandon it! But I am a really busy person, with school and my personal business it gives me little time to write.
I need to finish the first chapter (or second, idk if the prologue counts as a chapter) for WBAMTF, but I have a block for EVERYTHINGGGG RIGHT NOW it's so bad dude.
Like i have it done but I kinda hate it and I need to re write the ENTIRE THING
