Big Mama's niece is in town and she's got a particular hankering for emotional turtle soup. On today's menu: Anger ala Raphael. Elsewhere, April's finally introducing the turtles and Splinter to her parents. As long as everything goes perfectly, it should be fine. What could possibly go wrong?
OR
Raph gets bitten by a spider yokai and starts experiencing higher than normal anger levels. But I'm sure everything will be fine.
Finally got around to writing this one. It took a while but that's life. I've always been fascinated by Raph and his anger issues across all TMNT properties. I could honestly write a whole essay about it! Hope y'all enjoy!
If you love Rise Raph as much as I do, maybe you should check out my small Future!Rise fic where I make him as big as Heinous Green. Because I said so. BIG RAPH SUPREMACY.
He’s still a lil goofball. It’s called Full Grown, and it is very dear to me. It is very soft and has a gentle ending. I originally called it “Mystic Breakdown,” but I’ve since made that the name of the series because I’ll be posting a second one focusing on Donnie on Sunday!!
Summary:
“Very early on in the invasion, the Hamato Clan discovered something.. Not so good. To understand it, one must take a look at the Hidden City. The underground world fell in much more chaotic fashion than New York did, and that’s saying something.”
In the midst of the apocalypse, the boy’s powers get a little out of hand.
Notes:
Prompt via my friend Noah: Big Raph rescues people and pets from the Krang
The prompt was not well followed.
Y'know Heinous Green from "Raph's Ride-along?" With that and the combined knowledge that Leo got giant in the future, I wanted to mess around with how big Raph would grow to be, and how his gentle soul may hate it.
A good song to listen to while reading: “FULL GROWN,” by Field Medic or “You Love Me” by Kimya Dawson.
Anyways, here it is!!
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He closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head from side to side to try and physically push the memories out of his mind. His shoulder ached, and his damaged eye felt blurrier than usual.
He never once regretted pushing Leonardo out of the way, but every once in a while he found himself hoping the pain from the healing injuries would lessen… even just a little bit.
Raph had just wanted to help. He just wanted to try his best.
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Just a short story about the eldest brother doing his best to calm himself down after waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.
alright the people have spoken! With an overwhelming 90%, y’all wanted to see Tendrils chapter two. I’m halfway through writing it and it’s gonna contain some serious action! So below is a sneak peek. Thank for being so patient with me <3
(p.s. sry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am dyslexic. I’ll make sure to check it over for the actual fic when i add it to Ao3)
Chapter 2: Kraang Train
TW for this chapter: canon typical violence, Descriptions of tentacles, again avoid if you’re squeamish
[Take care y’all, if u know said thing may trigger you please don’t hesitate to skip this one. Things will settle down around chapter 4]
“Raph? You okay?” He hears April's voice call, soft but still audible. It came from a distance, somewhere to the right and up. Raph rubbed his head a bit. He dusted off his knees as he stood up. Nothing seemed broken besides the dull soreness of falling down who knows how many steps. He sure didn’t know, he couldn’t see.
“Yeah, I’m ok,” Raph not-whispered back. The snapper shoved his hands in front of him, hoping to find the wall or something before he could trip again. He shuffled forward a bit, taking a lot more caution with each step.
Squech! Raph stepped directly into a puddle of something goopy and cold. “Oh gross! I think I stepped in someone’s drink!”
“Eeewwww,” He heard April reply
“Raph! Quiet!” Ok that was definitely Donnie.
“It’d be easier to be quiet if I could see where I’m going,” He replied, only half listening as he hopped around on one foot trying to shake the wet feeling off. Suddenly a burst of light illuminated where he was standing, temporarily blinding him. He rapidly stuck out his arms, trying and failing to stay upright.
“Donnie, don’t shine that in my eyes!” Raph heard his surrogate sister complain, no longer bothering to use a quiet voice.
“Well I didn’t know you were right there,” Donnie huffed. Raph had to take a moment for the sunspots in his vision to clear. He spotted Donnie standing just one step off the bottom. Two repurposed stadium lights peaked from his battle shell, casting everything around them in harsh bluelight. April was standing just a little in front of him, glasses now hanging from the neck of her shirt as she rubbed her eyes. She blinked a couple times, probably trying to adjust to the sudden blinding display.
“Where the heck did you even get stadium lights?! Those things are bright!” April said, glancing over expectantly at Donnie before having to shield her eyes again.
“Oh! Well you see it’s actually a pretty interesting story. I was out on patrol you see. I had decided to go off my usual route. . .'' Donnie continued on about his story, but by this point Raph had tunned him out. He was stuck stock still by the sight illuminated before him.
The once subway station was unrecognizable! Dirt and debris were scattered around the floor. Concrete posts were hit out of position, revealing the metal rodding inside. To one side, the subway tunnel had caved in on itself, chunks of rocks and tiles blocked the entirety of the entrance. The tunnel to the other side looked ominous, metal and wires sticking down from it like teeth and the entrance gaping like a mouth ready to swallow them whole. It kinda freaked Raph out a bit.
“What happened to this place,” Raph said, mostly to himself.
“The Kraang.” April said, Waaaay closer than he thought she was. For the third time tonight he nearly jumped out of his skin. Oh Raph did not like this, at all.
Raph swallowed hard, glancing down at April. She was staring straight ahead, expression unreadable. But from what Raph could guess, she probably wasn’t thinking about anything good. This was about the Kraang after all.
(Sorry this was shorter than my last sneak peek. I just didn’t want to spoil too much for the full chapter. Hope you enjoyed!)
Myself and my lovely editors have been working hard on “Tendrils: a post rottmnt au”. I’m happy to announce that the first chapter will be uploaded on Ao3 to @pretty_chill_brain_freeze sometime next week! Shout out to my editors for all their help! Posting a quality fic of my fave fandom is something I’ve always wanted to do, and now it’s here!!!
Thank y’all so much for ur support! We’re a small team so any and all is appreciated.
Find more info on the fic here :
Hello y’all. Just a quick update on my current fandom endeavors. I have two rottmnt fics in the works and a lot of idea but I’m sticking w/
Sneak peak here! :
Alright everyone! Almost done writing the first chapter and in the process of editing! But I don’t wanna keep y’all waiting. So here’s a sne
Alright everyone! Almost done writing the first chapter and in the process of editing! But I don’t wanna keep y’all waiting. So here’s a sneak peak at the first chapter for Tendrils!
(p.s. sry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am dyslexic. I’ll make sure to check it over for the actual fic when i add it to Ao3)
Chapter 1: (Raph’s Nightmare)
TW for this chapter: night terrors, implied violence, body horror, descriptions of gross things. Probably avoid it if you're squeamish.
[Take care y’all, if u know said thing may trigger you please don’t hesitate to skip this one. I’ll have more fluff in the actual chapter release.]
Strung up by his arms, Raph couldn’t see jack. He didn’t need to ta figure out what’s going on. The fleshy tendrils wrapped tightly around his limbs, writhing and squirming like they were alive. His mind felt groggy and slow, and yet he was bluntly aware of the, the things scuttering around beneath him. One of them was talking in a mocking tone, but he couldn’t tell what it was saying over the pounding in his tympanum.
“Raph. What have you gotten yourself into?” He mumbled to himself. He tried to test the goopy mess holding him up. It probably wasn't that strong, right? It was all fleshy and stuff. Raphael tried to yank against his bounds, Immediately regretting it as his battered body protested. He let out a muffled grunt. The tendrils only yanked tighter like a stretched rubber band. They twisted snugly against his pastron, making his ribs feel like they could rip through his chest. Man it hurt!
He had no idea how long he'd been hanging there. His head was pounding and his brain felt slow, and yet his body was restless. Raph wished he could just smash through the stupid alien vines and get out of there. But he was fine with the situation if it meant his brothers were safe and far away from the Kraang.
For now, his mind added before he could stop it. No, he couldn’t think like that. His brothers were still out there, risking their lives to save the world. They had the courage to keep going, keep fighting, so he had to keep fighting too.
Raph couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in his gut though as the tendrils lurched and went slack, dropping him to the ground. He didn’t even have time to react before the brainy ooze stretched tightly again, twisting back around his pastron and arms with a spike of pain. He let out a gasp, eyes wide in alarm. He really wished he kept his eyes closed. But he didn’t and was met with bulging sickly green eyes stretched across writhing flesh strips. The fact that the tendrils could stare back at him with slitted eyes made his skin crawl.
What was worse, he found himself face to face with the Kraang. He had a clear view of its veiny, brain like body. Its yellow, slitted eyes met his with devious intent. The thing was talking but Raph couldn’t really hear through the haze. It didn’t stop him from getting a clear view of their gaping mouth, with misshapen teeth sticking at odd angles and the sides of its mouth stretching unnaturally in dissatisfaction.
He could vaguely make out some words. Something about not being human but protecting them.
“Why?” The Kraang, who seemed to be the leader, questioned. He kept his tone suspiciously level and calm.
“It’s my duty,” Raphael replied, his voice steady despite his seething anger and pain. The Kraang’s mouth stretched to a thin line and his bulging eyes stared straight through Raph.
“A word used by the weak.” Kraang Prime turned from raph, carrying himself with an air of superiority. His mouth was moving again, sweeping his tentacles like hand gestures. He was probably doin’ the whole “evil monologue” thing. Villains sure loved their monologues. Raph really only caught the end of it.
“- strong will devour the weak.” kraang prime ended, smiling maniacally.
“Last I checked we weren’t the ones locked in a prison dimension for 1000 years. That’s called smack talk,” Raph retorted. Oh that definitely got under Kraang Prime’s skin. Or whatever it had for skin. His whole face twisted to follow his frown and it kind of looked like it had furrowed its brows.
In a moment the alien was up in his face again, close enough to get a noseful of his rancid breath. Guess they didn’t have mints in the prison dimension. The alien was back to monologuing, only this time he wasn’t calm. Sure he was intimidating, but in Raph’s eyes they were just big bullies. Blah blah blah. Something about “witness the true power of the Kraang.” Why were villains always so high strung?
“Now! Where have they taken my key!” Kraang Prime stated more so than questioned.
“He won’t tell you anything. Let me KILL it!” Raph flinched. He hadn’t heard The Sister Kraang looping around from behind. One look at her left a bad taste in his mouth. She was the one with the largest head, and always seemed to be smiling maniacally. Probably unhinged and definitely out for blood. Raph would have kicked himself for letting her sneak up on him, but he reminded himself what a beating he’d taken earlier. He wasn’t really on his A-game right now.
“Lady brain face here is right, I’m not telling you jack.” Raph snapped. Kraang Prime had the opposite reaction of what was expected. He laughed sadistically, his slimy face lifting upwards in what resembled a smile.
“You don’t have to tell me. . .
