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Chapter Five Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63964906/chapters/167008765?view_adult=true
Chapter Three Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63964906/chapters/165188986?view_adult=true
Chapter Two Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63964906/chapters/164652766?view_adult=true
Chapter Six (Final Chapter) Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/163991815?view_adult=true
Chapter Five Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/163598866
Chapter Four Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/162940264
Chapter Three Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/162193801
Here is the fourth chapter:
Hello everyone!
I am so excited to share my first work in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fandom with you! While I am a huge fan of the 2003 iteration, I have chosen to set this story in the 2012 iteration, as it fits best with the storyline I have envisioned. But do not worry—if you enjoy this, I will be posting a story set in the 2003 universe later on, so stay tuned!
This story is a loose adaptation of the City Fall arc from the IDW comics, tailored to fit the 2012 cartoon's setting. Here is the link and summary:
Title: Little Dark Age
Summary: After a devastating defeat by the Shredder during the Kraang invasion, Leonardo is captured and subjected to the dark machinations of the witch Kitsune. Bewitched and scarred, Leonardo is made to believe that the Hamato Clan is the architect of his suffering, convinced they are responsible for years of psychological and physical abuse. When Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo return to New York, they are horrified to find their presumed-dead brother now a vengeful and far more powerful adversary as the chunin of the Foot Clan.
Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918355/chapters/147434158
Here is the third chapter:
And here is a spoiler without context:
Hello everyone!
I am so excited to share my first work in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fandom with you! While I am a huge fan of the 2003 iteration, I have chosen to set this story in the 2012 iteration, as it fits best with the storyline I have envisioned. But do not worry—if you enjoy this, I will be posting a story set in the 2003 universe later on, so stay tuned!
This story is a loose adaptation of the City Fall arc from the IDW comics, tailored to fit the 2012 cartoon's setting. Here is the link and summary:
Title: Little Dark Age
Summary: After a devastating defeat by the Shredder during the Kraang invasion, Leonardo is captured and subjected to the dark machinations of the witch Kitsune. Bewitched and scarred, Leonardo is made to believe that the Hamato Clan is the architect of his suffering, convinced they are responsible for years of psychological and physical abuse. When Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo return to New York, they are horrified to find their presumed-dead brother now a vengeful and far more powerful adversary as the chunin of the Foot Clan.
Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918355/chapters/147434158
Here is the second chapter, which I had to repost due to an error:
Hello everyone!
I am so excited to share my first work in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fandom with you! While I am a huge fan of the 2003 iteration, I have chosen to set this story in the 2012 iteration, as it fits best with the storyline I have envisioned. But do not worry—if you enjoy this, I will be posting a story set in the 2003 universe later on, so stay tuned!
This story is a loose adaptation of the City Fall arc from the IDW comics, tailored to fit the 2012 cartoon's setting. Here is the link and summary:
Title: Little Dark Age
Summary: After a devastating defeat by the Shredder during the Kraang invasion, Leonardo is captured and subjected to the dark machinations of the witch Kitsune. Bewitched and scarred, Leonardo is made to believe that the Hamato Clan is the architect of his suffering, convinced they are responsible for years of psychological and physical abuse. When Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo return to New York, they are horrified to find their presumed-dead brother now a vengeful and far more powerful adversary as the chunin of the Foot Clan.
Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918355/chapters/147434158
yoooo this is so cool like the raindrops and the ripples in the water huhhhh
@iamsailornerd how dare you make me play a good game that inevitably ends. And that I’m also bad at.
Anyway that was a cool-ass fight even though I nearly died (like I do in every battle oop)
MASTERPOST
I'm sick of scrolling through years of posts lol
Let's see if I can do this properly🤭
Art Challenges
Fan Joy July 2025
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Whumptober 2023
Comics
Holding out for a Hero
The Color of the Sunrise
Monopoly
Traitor
Failed Flirt
Skyfall Pt 2
Skyfall pt 1
In the Mist
Sunshine
Delirium
Extremes
Numb
Brethren in the Cradle
Colored Drawings
Pathetic - Sky
Awkward Family Photos - Four
Impa Comforts - Imprisoning War
Link and Canon - Imprisoning War
Anatomy of a Hero - The Heart
Anatomy of a Hero - Digestive System
Time vs Fierce Deity
Abel and Til Comfort
Dramatic Lighting Sky
Hyrule and Aurora
Time,Malon,and baby
The Happiest Hyrule
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Tooootally hurt Wars
Time being Pretty
OG Snoots
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Abel and Baby Link
THUNDER
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Legend Study
They're Brothers your Honor
Blood Moon
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Four has a Nosebleed
Wars held Captive
Wild Bleeding Out
Wind Running with a Wound
Wild is Bilbo Baggins
Sky with Remlit
Wind Sleeping
Hecking huge Pig
I'm right here Bud
Headcannons
Time Pranking Wars
Life Lessons
But then I took an arrow to the chest
Heroes natural enemy
Pinhead Larry
A Brothers Support
Brotherly Bonding
Ate the Whole Pot
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Stacking on Sky
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Wars playing guitar
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Fics Gifted to Me <3
hell yeah legend showing he cares by screaming in ravio's face and then both of them immediately breaking down I LOVE IT THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER YES *screams cries throws up yeets self to pluto*
Requests? Not sure if that was old or recent but just in case, Ravio and Legend??
If not, no worries at all!
Hey!
Thanks so much again for the request. Sorry it took so long... But I'm finally here to show it off!
Here it is!
I hope you like it. Thanks again!
Bye
if anyone asks why link and zelda are qpr im shoving this in their face. qpr zelink fucking fight me on it. i can and will go down with this ship.
TOTK: Failure
I don’t even ship zelink romantically but this? This I agree with.
as is tradition, happy pride from everyone's favorite transgender video game couple!!!
Link with that true older sibling dead stare. 10/10 accuracy.
Can... Can we have more Aryll? Please? Cuddling her big brother because she finally understood the weight her brother carries with the Master Sword?
it’s tough to be a kid sometimes
Heyo. Keep living because it always just might get better.
Don't lose hope, my friends!
⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️
do not reblog to communities, thank you <3
Legend being so real with the “if I don’t acknowledge the situation then it never happened” mentality.
"It's ok to cry"
it’s okay wild. the backpack koroks can’t hurt you here.
Here’s a redraw of an amazing and cute drawing from @hetacon
I meant for it to just be a sketch but I got carried away and ended up spending 19 hours on it 😂
Time protecting Wild is just alsnsjdhekd! I love it so much 🥹
They’re father and son your honor
Hope yall like it and be sure to check out @hetacon ❤️
Me after outing myself as an ao3er:
memory recall
Whumptober 2023 Masterlist
Day 1 - Swooning/ How many fingers?
Day 2 - They don't care about you
Day 3 - Make it stop/ Empty room + moon
Day 4 - Shock
Day 5 - Pinned Down
Day 6 - It should have been me
Day 7 - Can you hear me?
Day 8 - Shaking
Day 9 - You're a liar
Day 10 - Stranded
Day 11 - Examination
Day 12 - I haven't slept in days
Day 13 - Infection/ Cold compress
Day 14 - Water inhalation
Day 15 - Makeshift bandages/ I'm fine
Day 16 - Flatline
Day 17 - Leave me alone
Day 18 - Hit them harder
Day 19 - I'm not as stupid as you think I am
Day 20 - Found family (Fluff)
Day 21 - See the chains around my feet
Day 22 - Glass shard
Day 23 - Shadows/ Who's there
Day 24 - Goodbye note
Day 25 - They're not breathing
Day 26 - Sometimes I get so tired, I dont even know myself
Day 27 - Scars/ Let me see
Day 28 - We might not make it to morning, so go on and tell me now
Day 29 - What happened to me
Day 30 - Bridal carry
Day 31 - Emptiness
For @rebornofstars
Fic: The Empty Dark (Fan Joy July day 8, my 6th pict for Fan Joy July)
Bee, isn't this funny because I actually read your fic and made fanart of it, before I knew you! And then we started chatting and you wrote a fic from my drawings, yesterday, for Fan Joy July too!
Maybe this is fate?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64395973
Guys I've finally risen from the ded and updated the fic. The 3rd chapter is now out!! It's all thanks to that one commenter that I got the motivation to complete it!! Go give it a read :3
Collab: @xerenalikestoread
Chapter 3 of The Great Wish Movie Rewrite is up on AO3. Read here: Link
The rewrite explores Magnifico as the protagonist with Asha and Amaya as villains, and Star Boy comes into the story later.
In this chapter, Magnifico holds an interview and meets Asha for the first time.
Blurb: It was noon the following day, and Amaya had promised to return within the hour with the most promising candidate she’d been able to find. Magnifico waited in his Wish Chamber, a hidden chamber inside his observatory that stored every wish he’d been given, but never yet granted.
He reached out so one of the wishes alighted on his finger. The wisp flickered, leaving a trail like sparks of hope in its wake. The king admired the aspiration, and the sense of longing it radiated made his heart ache, like a tune somebody used to know, then forgot, and heard once again in the distance. He let the wish, light as dandelion fluff, ascend into the swirling cloud of others above him, where they danced in a radiant sky-revel, with stardust pirouettes and leaps.
Magnifico knew from poetry that wishes weren’t always what people should want, but rather, what they did want. They were mysterious flower buds that would unfold and unfold, and might never stop unfolding, until the world was overrun with the complications of them, unless someone did something to stop their consequences.
His people needed to trust his wisdom, for he’d spent the last eighteen years studying the complexities of fate, and now recognised when the time was not right for a wish to unfold. The most challenging aspect of being a sorcerer was dealing with the unanswered wishes, because his subjects could fervently ask for something, believing it to be good and necessary, yet it was not always what was truly best for them. But why their wishes remained unanswered was a mystery to them.
“I opened Pandora’s box by learning sorcery to grant wishes, but now I have a key, and can lock it up again when I need to,” the king told himself, though he was never at peace despite the fact. “But soon,” he leaned against a windowsill, “I will have someone to assist me, should anything go wrong. . .”
Amaya had told him the candidate's name, and assured him that this time, she had complete confidence in her abilities. What had she said the candidate’s name was again?
Gently, Magnifico traced the brass filigree of an old armillary sphere, its interlocking rings representing the orbits of celestial bodies. He studied its familiar patterns, remembering his own days as an apprentice, guided by his mentor's steady hand, and he listened to the faint, melodic hum of the wishes’ hopeful song. It filled him with peace.
A jarring shriek pierced through their tune. Magnifico spun so fast his sphere toppled off its perch on the table.
“Someone is in my tower.”
Despite the horrific noise, the king made his expression calm, though a sinking sense of dread filled him as he feared for each delicate piece of equipment in his observatory. “I suppose this is the best candidate Amaya could find,” he thought sarcastically. “I should never have allowed our meeting to take place here. What was Amaya thinking? Well, I’ve got to give them a chance. . .”
But as Magnifico emerged from his Wish Chamber, the picture was worse than the one his imagination had leant him. A young woman had stumbled in with the grace of a toddler, and attempted to make contact with his book of forbidden magic, evident from enchanted wasps encircling her, which he’d conjured as a safety precaution, to materialise if anyone but him touched the glass case protecting the manuscript.
The girl swatted her arms like a wild monkey, continuing to shriek as the enchanted wasps buzzed in a menacing symphony around her, and Magnifico felt a wave of pity, because she thought they could sting when they were only meant to confuse and to scare. He’d almost raised his voice to yell, but the girl was turning pink, clearly embarrassed, and Amaya had thought her worthy of coming here. There could still be virtue underneath, in spite of this careless accident. He mustered patience.
“No, no,” he laughed, making his presence known as he reentered his observatory. “Asha, is it? That book is forbidden.” Though he hurried forward, he maintained a calm composure. “Now hold still. I’ve got it.” As he raised his hands to summon the swarm, he tried to make light of her mistake. “You can’t have known, but I put, ahem, a spell on the glass guarding this book. It is actually very, very dangerous.”
“Dangerous? Then why would you have it?” Asha, still waving her arms, sounded as if she was going to cry. “I only wanted to touch the etchings around the glass because they were pretty.”
She was so worked up she slipped, and almost kicked King Magnifico in the face just as he’d gathered all the wasps into his hands. Before they could force their way from his grasp, he called up all the magic he could, and shot them back at the case, which they melted into, becoming nothing but ornate carvings once again.
Magnifico sighed as he shut the case, then he rubbed his hands off on his robes. “A king must be prepared for everything. I hope there will never be a time this book needs to be used. Are you all right?”
“No,” said Asha, in what sounded like a whine.
Magnifico was going to overlook this, but then Asha ploughed on in a show-offish sort of ramble, “I mean yes. And I understand if you think I’m, like, totally weird and you want me to leave right now and never show my face again.”
“That would certainly be for the best,” thought Magnifico, but Amaya’s words made him curious whether Asha actually had some mysterious talent not obvious at first sight. “Let’s not over react,” he said instead. “You’re here; you’ve certainly got my attention.” He turned, and wriggled his fingers so a quill leapt into the air, ready to take notes on a bit of parchment he’d laid out on a desk.
“So go ahead; tell me why you think you should be my apprentice.” He waited with hope in his heart.
“Well,” said Asha, in the tone of someone telling a joke to their friends, “I care too much.” Then she paused, as if waiting for a laugh.
“Ookay,” said Magnifico, as hope packed its bags and took a one way trip from his heart. He waited for her to say something else, anything to imply she had some selfless intention, but she just continued staring, as if waiting for a reaction.
“That’s interesting,” said Magnifico finally.
“It’s my weakness,” she burst out, and looked so pleased with herself Magnifico thought she was going to laugh at her own incompetence.
“I see.”
“Figured I might as well get through all the bad stuff right up front,” she ruined her own joke by blabbering on too long. She was clearly used to being surrounded by a group of friends who laughed at everything she said, and was trying quite hard to be quirky.
“Fair enough.” Magnifico already couldn’t wait to send her away. This was not the way someone with common sense acted before the king. It reminded him far too much of eighteen years earlier, when no one had shown him any respect. But he would get through the rest of the interview for Amaya’s sake. He breathed out. “And your strengths? Do you have any?”
“Glad you asked, I have many.” Asha brushed her box braids behind her ear, then pulled a vellum book from her pocket. “I’m a hard worker, and I help well, and I’m young and malleable, and I like to draw.”
Magnifico grasped for something in all these cliches. “You like to draw?” he latched onto the most useful of these irrelevant skills. “And how long have you had this ability?”
At this, the first glimpse of sincerity appeared in Asha’s eyes, and she opened her book to detailed life gestures she’d sketched of goats and lambs. “A long time.” She flipped through more pages of life-like scribbles. “It’s something my father taught me,” she told the king with a proud smile.
When Asha said this, a distant, half forgotten memory stirred inside Magnifico, and he peered closer at the young woman's annoying face.
“I think I remember your father.”
“You do?”
“He was a philosopher, was he not? Had great magic running through his blood. Always warning people about the consequences of getting whatever your heart desires.”
Asha’s eyes glazed over at the last part, but she eagerly started talking about herself again. “Oh yeah. We used to climb that tree by the high ridge in the Hamlet, where I’m from, to look at the stars, and he said they were there to guide us.”
“Your father said a lot more than soft soap like that. He was a very wise man. Did you learn much about his philosophies?”
“Not really. After he got struck by lightning, he wasn’t able to take me out at night as much anymore. I used to want to make a wish that he would get better. But the electric shock left him with lots of burns, and his heart finally stopped one day.”
“I’m sorry. How old were you when he passed away?”
“I was twelve years old.”
Magnifico finally glimpsed something recognisable in Asha, so he attempted to dig a bit deeper.
“It’s not fair, is it?” he asked, taking a gamble as he searched her face for that sincerity again. “When I was young, I too suffered great loss.” He wasn't sure Asha would pay attention as the subject changed to something other than herself, but he went on, determined to finish, because whether she listened at this moment would decide everything.
“Years ago, my entire family was killed by selfish, greedy thieves, and our lands were reduced to ashes,” he told her. “The devastation was beyond imagining. The streets, once bustling with life, were strewn with the bodies of those I once loved. Though the village I’d roamed was silent, I could still hear sobbing of ghosts, of my mother and my father, my brothers and sisters, and my friends. Not a day passes without the haunting thought: if only I had known sorcery then. . .” The king shuddered as the faces of his lost kin grew clear in his memories. He looked hard into Asha’s eyes. "It is for this reason, Asha, that the very foundation of this kingdom is built upon the belief that no one should ever experience the agony of watching their dreams crumble before their eyes. I vowed to create a haven where everyone would be safe, where the horrors of my past would never befall another.”
Magnifico paused to see whether she was listening.
Asha had finally stopped rocking back and forth, and looked contemplative. When the king stopped talking, she blinked. “You’re right,” she managed. “No one should live their life feeling the pain of that loss everyday.”
The king nodded. “Yes. Exactly. And that is why I do what I do.”
Asha’s voice was serious when she replied, “And that’s why I want to work for you.”
Perhaps it was his imagination, or his own good heart deceiving him, but at that moment, Magnifico was overwhelmed, and his heart melted a little. “Come with me,” he said, and led Asha toward the tower’s back wall, where he raised an arm so the stones shifted and slid apart, and his Wish Chamber revealed itself.
“Wow,” said Asha as blue light poured over her, and the domed chamber shone upon her in all its heavenly glory.
“You’re one of the few I’ve ever invited in here.” Magnifico led her inside with sweeping strides. “But if I am to trust you, I need you to understand just how important the wishes of Rosas are.” He glanced at his guest, and was pleased to see her expression was properly impressed, her eyes wide, and her mouth shut. “You can feel them, can’t you?”
“I can,” she whispered. “They’re, uh, everything.”
“That’s exactly it. These wishes are everything.” Magnifico paused to let her take in the brilliance of them.
“I didn’t expect them to feel so alive.” Asha reached out toward the tangible essence of someone’s deepest aspiration: a woman cradling a violin in her arms inside the orb. She shivered as the woman created the beautiful music of someone who’d put in countless hours of practice, each pluck of a string evoking a yearning that transcended the material world around them.
Magnifico laughed a deep laugh at Asha’s first impression. “They fill you with so much longing, don’t they? But that one would do no good to grant. Ambition untempered by effort stifles the growth of character. Denying someone the trials and triumphs of their journey robs them of the refinement of their soul. To grow in virtue is to become something more beautiful than even the most vibrant vibrations of violin strings.”
Finish reading: Link
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