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so was no one was gonna tell me that the painting saturn devouring his son was found painted directly onto the walls of the artist’s home after he died and that it may not even be depicting the greek legend, that’s just the most common interpretation??????
!!! WARNING, EVERYONE !!!
IF YOU SEE THIS IN A YOUTUBE AD MUTE YOUR DEVICE AND SCROLL UNTIL YOU CAN’T SEE THE VIDEO SCREEN ANYMORE.
This is an ad about animal cruelty that has very loud screaming of dying animals. Also flashing, graphic pictures of said animals, like a dead chicken or a pig biting a wired fence.
It’s about thirty seconds, the screaming starts 10 seconds in and the ad isn’t skippable.
It can trigger panic attacks and cause your anxiety to skyrocket, and it’s just generally a very disturbing thing no one should see.
I’ve only seen a warning yet, haven’t stumbled across this before despite using YT a lot but for the love of God please be careful. Here is a link to that video but ONLY WATCH IT IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOT SENSITIVE TO THIS TYPE OF CONTENT. I’m merely giving out the link so you can report it and I wouldn’t advise any of you actually watch it.
hey
i drew @thenoahfinnce because . i like him and the music video he just made(image under the split)
YOU KNOW YOU’RE TOO INVESTED WHEN YOU MAKE AN ANATOMICAL STUDY OF A FICTIONAL SPECIES FROM A VIDEO GAME.
So I was bored (read; procrastinating) and decided to study Koroth? The Draken are supposed to be an elite hunter species but Wildstar anatomy (or at least how I butchered Koroth in the character designer) doesn’t necessarily support the idea. So I tried my best to figure out how?
If you want to read my text wall of stuff, hit that readmore because HOO BOY
A disclaimer though:
This is all headcanon btw and should not be taken for like an actual guide or law or whatever. This is just me spitballing I know jackshit about animal/human anatomy outside some in depth science and art classes. I am not a doctor/anthropologist/forensic thing whatever.
I would assume most draken have evolved to have a heavier brow, or at least the pronunciation of such. Which are attributed to fatty tissue pockets/deposits, both for need for sturdiness when fighting or attacking, using force to headbutt and survivability purposes, as an assist in adjusting to light, possible backup energy supply in case of malnutrition/dehydration, impact cushion, etc.
They seem to have flatter skulls, which would be mildly detrimental but the bone is definitely denser in the forehead and jaw-- which is high arcing and heavily lined with movable muscle tissues for movement range and strength. Good biters. Not like in the range of jaw movement of an alligator, but maybe closer to a pitbull or large wild cat. Due to the oblong shape of the skull, the bone has to be denser in order to prevent undue stress and injury to the brain from various impacts and traumas. Now when looking at some real world comparisons of skulls, I found that the best suited models were a cross between a gorilla/orangutan skull in brow shape and ridge size, and the early model of the Homo Ergaster, which is an early flat faced, vocalizing hunter-gatherer hominid originating form the African continent several million years ago.
Nose!! Dependent on the structure (since the character generator does allow for some biodiversity), the Draken are okay-ish for scenting things. Probably better than most playable species in the Wildstar Universe. However as far as elite hunting species go, I could arguably say that the Draken would not be the best bloodhounds due to low/average nasal cavity depth. The bridge is mostly bone and muscle, with a very very short cartilage tip. Not a lot of room for any sort of scent receptors there and even then they’d have to be heavily condensed or their actual skin/fur/scale around the noses would be quite a bit more sensitive and prone to weakness.
(However now considering the skull it’s likely plausible....)
Eyes! Actual socket is very large, and houses possibly a decent sized eyeball, with a fair amount of muscle tissue and fiber around the area. Due to the fatty tissue deposit/pocket above the brow bringing a visual weight down around the area, the eyes do NOT look very functional, but in fact are quite acute. Whereas humans, we can see mostly sclera, iris and pupil on average in our own eyes, the draken have no visible sclera, it is enlarged iris and pupil which are excellent excellent excellent when it comes to hunting small and fast prey, and keen night vision. That however can vary dependent on the area of the Draken home world they or their family line extended from.
SO yeah! That’s a Koroth for ya. Have a gif.
Whumptober: That’s Gonna Leave A Mark
Leonardo didn’t mean to get hurt.
Well- Backtrack, he never meant to get hurt any of the times it happened, just this time especially, he didn’t mean it.
Because now, he was alone and bleeding in a pitch black part of the sewers that he knew nothing about with a cut up leg and side, so close his plastron he thought it would peel away, and the water level was still rising. At some point, towards the beginning of the whole mess, he had gotten separated from Raphael too, and he had no idea where he was either. Welcome to Leonardo’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
With a low sigh, he took off his mask, although it was dirty with the sewer waters that was filled with who knows what, and tried to use it to bandage his leg. His hand bandages were already bloody, and he definitely didn’t want to use the ones on his feet to try and get better compression.
He hoped Raphael was alright. He wasn’t sure what had happened after they got separated, and his mind ran wild with thoughts and ideas of what could have happened.
Shaking his head, he went to stand up, and immediately crumpled back down, gripping his leg and feeling warm, sticky blood flow past his fingers.
Shoot.
Leonardo grit his teeth and leaned against the wall, using it for a support as he got back up. He was not going to stay down when he had no idea where he was, nor where he could even go if he had any clue about what section of the sewers he was in.
Jeez, how far had the waters carried him?
It was still raining, too. He could hear it pattering on the concrete above him, driving people into their homes or other shelters to get out of the downpour. At least the water wasn’t rising anymore, by some miracle.
Turtle luck was a strange thing.
Leonardo eyed the black waters below them warily, noting how much they had risen from their normal position. He elbowed Raphael and received a strange look in response, the hothead questioning his brother's sudden alarm.
“Hey, watch out for the water, okay? I don’t want to be out here much longer with it rising like this.”
“Yeah yeah Leo, I get it. I see ‘em too.”
Leonardo wrinkled his beak at the younger’s dismissal of the possible flood, but left it at that, letting him go and continuing to walk.
And the water continued to rise, spilling over the edge, going onto the paths on the side. The two moved farther away from it, but it kept going, rising until it was up to their ankles. By the time they had agreed to try and find some high ground or go back home, it was all the way up to their knees, forcing them to wade through the disgusting water. Past the rushing water and the downpour above them, Leonardo could have sworn he thought he heard something. As he slowed to a halt, he turned to look behind them.
Somebody down here? In this weather? He wondered, searching the darkness.
“Leo?” Raphael rumbled, stopping as well to see what was up, “Didn’t you just say that we needed to get somewhere safe? The water’s-”
Something whistled as though cutting through the air, and embedded itself into the edge of Leonardo’s shell before he had the chance to move.
That was a throwing star.
They were being attacked.
Leonardo stumbled back in now thigh high water. It was rising higher, fighting like this would be clunky and hard to do, risking more severe injuries.
The Foot crept out of the darkness like spiders, red eyes glowing as if they were in some kind of horror movie. Leonardo drew his katanas, eyeing them and waiting for them to come to him and Raphael. He knew Raphael was grinning behind him, looking forward to a fight.
One of them lunged forward, and Leo stepped back, slicing through them like they were butter. That was one down and…
He had no clue how many left.
Another pounced out of the darkness, then another, and one after the other, they charged into battle. Steel met steel, lighting sparks that lit small sections of the sewer for only a moment.
Then a knife went into Leonardo’s side and a gasp of pain escaped him as agony shot through his torso. The blade went down, tearing through skin, making him choke down a scream. The water wasn’t rising anymore, but he could hear a distant rush, it was flooding, they needed to get somewhere high and dry-
The current slammed into his legs and both he and the enemy tumbled, with the weapon carving through his leg as well. A short scream escaped him, it didn’t take long to realize he was moving away from the battle- Scratch that, everybody got taken by the current, moved different directions to many parts of the sewers-
Leonardo slipped and fell, letting out a short yelp of surprise before he hit the ground with a low groan. Fantastic, in disgusting water, injured, and not even able to use anything else to try and bandage the wounds he had. A low growl escaped him as he got back up and pulled his Shell Cell out of his belt. He wondered if it would work still, after being doused with water, and was pleased to find that it did, just barely.
...Nevermind, he did not have data where he was.
There went the relief.
%%%
Leonardo spent hours wandering, maybe more, maybe less, just walking through an unfamiliar patch of sewer with no idea where he was going. Sometimes he knew he was getting higher or lower by the water level, and sometimes he had no clue what direction he was going, nor if he was getting any closer to a place where he could finally leave, or a place that he knew something about.
What he did know, though, was that he had been followed. At some point, he got attacked again, almost ripped apart by the people who were trying to kill him. He had to run, as shameful as it was. He was already bleeding, and somebody stabbed him in his already open wound, trying to limit his movements so that he couldn’t get away.
Later, he felt feverish and sick. He kept coughing, he was tired, at some point he started convulsing, agitating injuries and causing bleeding to start up again.
Shoot. Had that been poisoned?
It wasn’t like he could rip it out, anyway. He wouldn’t get more poisoned because of it, and having the knife there helped keep him from bleeding further.
Leonardo decided to leave it, continuing to limp forward.
%%%
By the time he had finally found his way up to the surface, he felt like he was dying, sickened and still shaking every now and again.
But he did have a chance to contact his family.
Finally.
He swallowed, checking his phone for any data.
Oh yes, he had data, finally.
He also had one hundred and twenty-six unread texts, thirty-seven missed calls, twenty-nine new voicemails, and multiple people’s locations shared to him around fourteen times.
Leonardo let out a short breath and sat down, huddled between a dumpster and the wall of a building, scrolling through the messages.
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Leo?
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): BRO WHERE R U
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): were getting worried
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): we’re*
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): get your shell back here
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Raph says he lost you, Leo
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Are you hurt???
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Where are you?
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Dude, you better start answering soon
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): u better find us soon
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): i’ll cry if u don’t
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): The lair flooded, we had to leave
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): i shared my location for Don
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): so get over here
More and more, along those lines, asking where he was, if he was okay, that he better start responding. He put his phone on a low volume, listening to the voicemails that had almost the same content, besides Raphael’s being more… Colorful, to say the least.
Shell, he had worried them.
They thought something really bad had happened to him, that maybe he had drowned or been killed by an enemy while exploring, trying to find a way back up!
A harsh, rattling cough escaped him, leaving him shaking and gasping. The poison was getting to him, and he needed to find a way to fight it, fast. He hesitated while looking through to see which one of his brothers would respond the fastest if he called them. Raphael held the title of being the second fastest, Leonardo being the first.
He pressed the call button, and waited.
Exactly two rings went by, and Raphael responded.
"LEO! Where the shell have you been?! You've been gone since yesterday morning!"
Leonardo blinked and swallowed. Yesterday? He thought it had only been a few hours, not a full day.
A convulsion shook Leonardo, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. They were getting more frequent, he noted. Should he be worried about that?
“Leo?” Raphael’s voice was softer that time.
“Hey, um-” Leonardo breathed, tapping his knee with his free hand, “So you know how we got in that fight before we were separated? Um, I may or may not have been poisoned, sometime after that.. I think.” Raphael’s breathing hitched, and Leonardo rushed to fix his statement. “Not- Not that it’s bad, or anything! I made it this long, so it can’t be that bad-”
“Can ya count to ten?”
He sounded skeptical, probably from Leonardo’s bad track record of downplaying his injuries, or anything else that happened to be wrong with him.
“What?”
“Count to ten fer me, if it ain’t that bad.”
Again, what? Of course he could count to ten, it wasn’t hard-
...It was hard.
Leonardo got lost at four, needing to pause and repeat himself before then trying to keep going.
“Mhm, that’s what I thought. Hold on for just a second, mkay? I’ll be right back.”
There was silence for a few minutes, then Raphael returned.
“Alright, do you think you can walk to where we are since you have our location?”
“I think so, I mean, I walked a map in the sewers so…”
“Okay, we’ll be waiting, alright Leo? Don’t do something stupid, and get here as fast as you can.”
And just like that, he had hung up. Leonardo took a shaky breath, pocketed his phone, and stood back up, practically crawling through alleyways and over rooftops as he followed the path to their location.
It was a long abandoned office building, high enough to be safe from water if the streets happened to flood. He gripped his leg when sudden burning pain burst out and dropped to his knees, mouth open in silent, unheard screams. Moments after, he convulsed again, crimson blood pouring past his fingers and down his side, the rain washing it off of him and filling the air with the scent of copper, copper and rot. It wasn’t just blood, he finally realized. There was infection, and infection meant pus. When the convulsions ended, he gasped for air and shakily stood back up. They were right there, they were so close, just a few more steps…
Leonardo stumbled forward, creeping in through a hole in the concrete, and was almost immediately met with screaming.
Raphael gripped his arms, shaking him lightly.
“You frickin’ idiot, fearless! What were you-”
He trailed off, eyes fixating on the injury with festering infection, a knife in his leg that he never removed so that he wouldn’t bleed more than before. Then there was a crash, and Donatello came running after Raphael to try and see the brother who they thought was missing. He paused, shooing Michelangelo so that he wouldn’t have to see the rather gory injury.
He ended up prying Raphael off while he was frozen to the spot, and dragged Leonardo along, forcing him to sit down in the spot he deemed the cleanest to look him over.
“Well…” Donatello began. Him trailing off was not a good beginning. “I can probably fix up your side easily but, your leg is… Your leg is certainly something. You should be glad the infection didn’t get in your side, too. I’ll- I’ll have to see what I can do, but this looks bad. Just rest now, alright?”
Leonardo didn’t respond, looking it over. In the darkness of those flooded sewers, he hadn’t realized just how bad it had really gotten. He knew now, though. In some places the tissue had begun to grow black, most likely dead and rotting. The skin around the injury had paled from blood loss, and it was a wonder he had survived, he thought. His whole right side was cut up, blood and pus having doused his side. He was freaking filthy, too. He didn’t want to think about what he had been trudging through in the time he was down there.
“-alright?”
“Hm?”
“Oh, sorry- Um, so, from what I’m seeing, you have a really nasty infection in your leg, and some poison that probably was probably just meant to make you really, really sick. I don’t think I can save the tissue around the injury… Most of it has rotten from the infection, and if we don’t want it spreading, I’ll have to cauterize it to try and burn the poison out, and get rid of all the dead tissue in there.
And- We don’t have any anesthesia available, but from what I’m seeing, we don’t have the time to wait to get it. I’m so sorry, Leo, I didn’t know we would need it-”
“Oh,” Leonardo said, already having accepted his fate, “This is gonna suck.”
“I’m so sorry… Raph, can you- Can you hold him? For safety reasons.”
Raphael, now snapped out of his stupor, blinked a few times, looked between them, and nodded dutifully, grabbing onto Leonardo’s shoulders while whispering apologies.
After that was a blur of bright and dark, suppressed screams, and fighting kicking.
When it was over, he was shaking, blinking while Donatello examined his work. Oh god, that was burnt flesh he smelled. He had to swallow, praying he wouldn’t throw up.
“I’m so sorry- This isn’t- I didn’t think-” Donatello whispered and looked up to Leonardo with wide, tearful eyes.
“It’s alright, Donnie,” Leonardo whispered back, gripping Raphael’s hands with almost crushing force. “You’re just doing what you can, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? You won’t- You’ll have a hard time walking for a while, if not the rest of your life, I had to burn out a lot of tissue.”
“Don, I’ve already got the knees of an old man, it can’t get much worse.”
Donatello cracked a sad smile at the joke, then went on with the list, trying to get it over with.
“When we get home, here’s what we’ll need to do for recovery, to make the best out of the situation, okay?…”
Oh. That was a long list.
Whumptober: The Doctor Is In
Leonardo fixed a wary gaze on the dark figure moving around in the shadows, switching between multiple laptops and a phone while mumbling to themself. A couple moments later, they gave a triumphant laugh, and picked up a syringe. His breathing started spiralling out of control, as it had multiple times in the past couple of days.
Calm, he needed to be calm. What situation was he in, what could he control?
Well, he was bound and gagged, and probably about to get experimented on but-
He could control his breathing and how he reacted to this situation. In, and out. In-
A needle was pushed into his neck and he choked down a whine as he was nearly overwhelmed with exhaustion. The person who injected him with the mystery fluid smirked and grabbed his (his? His, that was a he, Leonardo could see better now) phone. He turned the lights up and forced Leonardo to squint in the sudden, blinding light. Whoever captured him smirked, and held up the phone with the camera pointed at him.
"You’re going to be broadcasted now, everybody will know that there are aliens," Leonardo's rage boiled. They were not aliens (he had been spending far too much time with Donatello). They spent most of their time protecting Earth from aliens! “Remember to smile for the camera."
%%%
They searched everywhere.
Everywhere.
Literally, all across the city, every building they could get to, turning places inside out, scouring the surface for their missing brother. It was like he had just disappeared. The tracker in his phone had stopped working all of a sudden, and they were left in the dark as to where he might've been. Seriously, they nearly beat someone to death looking for clues, for God's sake! Where was he?
They were going on a wild goose chase with no good outcome if they had zero idea where he disappeared to, a handful of leads, and barely any clues. At that point, they were desperate. They'd take anything given to them, as long as they got closer to solving the mystery.
Suddenly, the city lighting changed while they were looking around. There was a deafening sound of microphone feedback from multiple points across the city, forcing everybody to cover their ears, mutant or human. The city went silent.
New York City was not supposed to be silent.
Three brothers tensed and looked up when the sound had passed, tense and ready for a fight.
But there was no threat, just some dude in his mid-twenties in a brightly lit room. He looked like Bishop, almost. If Bishop was about ten years younger, had longer hair, and a ton more spunk and energy. Donatello got drained just by looking at him, and that was saying something, considering he had Michelangelo as a brother.
But this kid had also apparently found a way to access every large screen in New York, so that probably wasn't good.
"People of New York!" He began, "Believe me if you will, but I have found an alien!"
Donatello and Raphael shared a look, something skeptical, wary, and incredulous. Michelangelo was enthralled, as if aliens were something new to him. The camera turned quickly, a blur of white and blue and green and-
The three blanched as they took in the sight, and people gasped below.
Leonardo, tied hand and foot with a gag in his mouth. Leonardo, looking far more tired than before he left. Leonardo, bandaged and stitched in some places. Dread hit Donatello first, followed by unadulterated rage. So that’s where he had been all that time. Probably, he had been right underneath their noses, and yet they just never saw it. Now, he paid the price.
"I suspect that there are more, not just this one. This is just the beginning of something bigger."
There were a few murmurs from below, as if the people of New York hadn't lived through multiple invasions that they stopped. It wasn't anything new. Had this kid- Correction: Man- Been living in a bubble?
"Today, my dear people, I will be running experiments. We, together, are going to see what makes it go tick. What can we move today? If any other aliens are watching, this is a threat. We have one of your own, I'd recommend backing off of our planet."
Donatello felt sick and turned away when the sounds started up. Sounds of tools he knew, but would never even think of using on his family, or anyone for that matter. It got worse, muffled screams of agony reaching him even through his oldest brother's gag, the background noise of machinery, and the speaker that Donatello doubted was any good. The wails came through crystal clear, as if there was nothing to block it with.
Raphael covered Michelangelo's ears as the youngest borrowed into his plastron, choking back sobs.
It took a minute for Donatello to realize that he himself was trembling madly, unable to get relief from the second-hand torture until the government eventually interfered. This broadcast was definitely not under official order.
“They’re-” Michelangelo cried, “They’re hurting him! They’re hurting him, we have to do something!”
“What we need to do is find him.” Donatello curled his hands into fists so that his knuckles turned white, “He’ll kill him at this rate.”
Raphael, for the first time in a while, served as a voice of reason. “But everybody has seen Leo now. The people who don’t think it’s a hoax will be actively looking for us and the Mutanimals-”
“I don’t care,” Donatello hissed, trying to keep his voice low, “that’s our brother he’s experimenting on, and I’m not leaving him.”
“Don’t make a scene, Don.” Raphael looked down and tried to soothe Michelangelo without moving his hands away from his ears, “We’ll be found sooner if you do.”
Donatello took a breath and tried to soothe his frayed nerves. That was… Incredibly uncharacteristic of him. He shouldn’t have lashed out at Raphael like that, it wasn’t his fault. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Raphael nodded, and started moving, hesitantly taking his hands off of Michelangelo’s ears and nudging him to move. Donatello would have preferred it if he had yelled back.
They went around their usual area, going back to places where they thought they were on to something, and people had gotten fleeting glances at their missing brother. Donatello tried to block out the wails, to no avail. It was just a constant reminder that they were so close, yet so far.
Don’t give up yet, he reminded himself, You’ll be giving up on him if you do that.
Below them, there was a great deal of reactions from people. Some had their phones out, either recording (ew) or calling a number. Others had covered childrens’ eyes and ears, and were moving away, trying to get away from the gruesome experimentation. The rest were skeptical, afraid, wary, angry, or morbidly fascinated. Donatello wished that the screens would go back to their normal ads and programs already, anything, just not having to witness his oldest brother in splintering agony.
Half an hour passed. Wails and screams turned to soft cries and grunts, then silence beside ragged breathing.
Donatello risked sneaking a look, and froze like a deer in headlights.
He shouldn’t- He shouldn’t have looked like that. There was blood everywhere, splattered on clothes, on scales, on the floor and walls, but unfortunately not onto the camera. There were some things missing, removed by a mad doctor who was probably out of his mind. Leonardo was wrecked almost beyond recognition, if Donatello hadn’t seen his brother just moments earlier.
He bit back a sob, unable to look away. It was unethical. It was gruesome. It was awful.
Michelangelo grabbed his shoulder, jolting him out of his paralysis. Donatello turned to look at him and realized that there were tears flowing down his own cheeks. Behind him, the sounds finally stopped, the lighting changed. The screens were finally back under control. Raphael joined Michelangelo’s side and nodded to Donatello, looking about as sorrowful as Donatello felt.
%%%
They had no leads, had to (literally) go underground to avoid getting caught, and couldn’t even go up to the surface to help with investigation. Casey and April took over the investigation, but didn’t have much luck either. They were getting desperate, grasping at straws. They’d take anything at that point, just remembering seeing that madman play with Leonardo’s body like he was a doll, ripping him almost to pieces.
%%%
Leonardo gasped in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to assess the damage. His head was swimming from the pain and blood loss, he could barely remember his own name at the moment, but if he wanted to find a way out, he needed to remember what was not going to move and what wasn’t there anymore.
Shoot, at this rate, how did he even plan on living to the next day? He needed to get out fast, but his body wouldn’t move when he told it to, it wouldn’t even budge.
The male from earlier came back, holding another syringe filled with ominous blue liquid. Oh. Oh, no. His day just kept getting better and better, huh?
%%%
“I FOUND SOMETHING!” April yelled as she busted into the lair.
Everybody was on their feet immediately, ready to take anybody out and get Leonardo back.
“His name is Alek Wright, twenty-four, American. He just graduated college recently, believes in the supernatural, and is extremely unethical and willing to take risks.”
Oh. That explained a lot about why he was so eager to move things around that should not have been moving. He really was a “mad scientist”.
Raphael bit the inside of his cheek.
There was blood everywhere, splattered on clothes, on scales, on the floor and walls, but unfortunately not onto the camera. There were some things missing, removed by a mad man. Leonardo was wrecked almost beyond recognition, ripped to pieces on camera.
“What are we waiting for?” he growled and shook his head to clear away the image. “We need to go find him. You got an address of some kind?”
April nodded and led them outside. He prayed that they wouldn’t be too late, and that there wouldn’t just be a bloody mess waiting for them.
%%%
“This is the place?” Raphael whispered, itching to just get in and get his older brother already.
April nodded, and Raphael wrinkled his nose. It definitely fit the “lab” description. Tall building, definitely not housing, multiple floors, and clearly well maintained and used frequently. How the heck did this dude get a hold of a building like that? There was no way that he wasn’t part of something official if he got his hands on something so professional looking.
“Then let's get in and get Leo!” Michelangelo huffed and fidgeted, trying to stare through the windows.
Donatello nodded, and looked to Raphael, the leader while Leonardo was gone. He nodded back, and the four, including April, snuck inside. They wandered around a bit, looking for something, anything, and then-
Blood. Lots, and lots of blood, trailing into a room. Logically, they followed it into a separate room, one with multiple pieces of well-used equipment, computers, bright lights and-
Leonardo. Bloody and half dead, multiple pieces of his body replaced with something else, and asleep. Or maybe unconscious? Perhaps he passed out from the blood loss. Either way, Raphael didn’t know. But he did know that he was running towards his oldest brother as fast as he could and crouching in front of him, a hand on his neck to check his pulse.
It was weak and kept stuttering, but it was there. He was alive.
“Oniichan,” Raphael breathed, “We’re here for you, don’t worry. We’ll get you out of this pit.”
“HA!” Came a victorious laugh from behind them, “I was right! There are-”
Gone. Before Raphael knew what he was doing, he had stood up and whirled on his heel, tossing multiple kunai into that mad man’s face. It wasn’t the most ethical thing he could have done, but it worked, and he was dead at their feet. Nobody said anything, probably satisfied with the outcome. The “doctor” would never bother them again.
Donatello helped Raphael pick Leonardo up, hovering around him nervously and occasionally holding his hand over Leonardo like it would do something. Raphael felt a pang of pity for his younger brother, but refused to let Leonardo go, not so soon after finding him.
%%%
At home, Donatello had hooked Leonardo up to multiple machines and sat nearby for watch while waiting for him to wake up. He had to set multiple things right on Leonardo’s body if he wanted anything to go well.
A soft sigh of relief escaped him as he settled to just listen to the steady heartbeat belonging to his oldest brother. He was alive, he was alive, he was-
It flatlined, and Donatello stumbled to his feet, reaching over to Leonardo. CPR, he knew CPR, but it had to be shorter than a minute, or he wouldn’t be able to do it. Shorter than a minute-
Raphael and Michelangelo came flying in, and hovered nearby when they saw Donatello doing CPR. They’d need to be there if Donatello couldn’t do it.
He barely noticed them, though, repeating the mantra “30 compressions, 2 breaths” in his head. If he forgot, he would never let himself live it down.
It took longer than a minute. Donatello had to step back, trembling from exhaustion, and let Raphael take over. He couldn’t get him back either, and Michelangelo went next. When that failed, Donatello went next, repeating the mantra again. Then the heartbeat started back up again, and the relief in the room was almost palpable. Some way, somehow, he was still kicking.
“Well,” Donatello said, “I think I’m going to take a nap now before my heart fails me too. Mikey, can you watch him? Wake me up if something goes wrong.”
Goretober day 2! Prompt: eyes
His name is George,,,
Goretober day 3! Prompt: bruised
ROLLING GIRL WA ITSUMADE MOO
Rest in peace wowaka, always in our hearts
Day 4 but I forgot to post here lol
Prompt was Candy Gore!!
I like this tricky design more. I love how funkinmadness draws tricky's teeth, so there was some inspiration from them design wise but other than that I like this clown!
