sleepingseeker asked: Okay, here's mine. As GaVG begins to reach the climax of the series, do you have plans for more longer works set in the TMNT fandom? Maybe something set aside for working on after GaVG? Love the series, btw. But you know that ;'D
The Gates of Summer arc, which will deal with the Boar and the aftermath of that battle, isn’t the last piece that I’m writing for GaVG! There’s one more major arc to come, set ten years after the Boar, which is about what happens when the Kraang come back to Earth with a weapon they’ve specifically designed to wipe out the turtles.
Then there’s the Farm Years, which will be silly and fluffy and maybe, just maybe, cross over into other TMNT universes (I already have a ton of ficlets written for this, and I think the Farm Years will be more of a collection of vignettes than long, involved arcs).
I have a few other smaller TMNT projects that I’ve been working on, that take place in various other universes and don’t connect to GaVG. I have one 2k7 piece that’s slowly evolving, which deals with Leo’s discovery of Raph’s totally vile behavior toward Donnie while he was gone.
Leo can’t speak. For a moment, all he can do is watch his father through the candle flames between them."He — he’s afraid, Father,” he says, finally. “You’ve seen it. Raph raises his hand, and Donnie flinches. When did that start?”It’s his father’s turn to be silent, and Leo feels the first coil of shame rise in his chest. It’s not alone; anger rises too.“When?” He isn’t asking now, he’s demanding, and he knows his father hears the new sharpness unsheathed in his voice, like silk falling away from a blade. “When did Raph start —” Anger or not, Leo can’t finish. Raph, scaring Donnie. His brothers have always fought, but as many times as the fights ended in silence, they ended in laughter, too.Raph never hurt Donnie before.***Then I have a TMNT 2k12 AU, in which April was taken by the Kraang as a baby, and meets Donnie when he’s captured by the Kraang. They’re rescued, Donnie tries to track down April’s biological family and can’t, and she ends up leaving the lair to go train with rebels fighting the Kraang in another dimension. She and Donnie stay friends, and get closer when she comes back to visit, and it’s sad and sweet because Donnie loves her but never thinks she’ll stay.An excerpt:When she comes back two cycles of light and dark later, April has one hand in a cast."Hello, Donnie," she says, cheerfully, from the other side of the forcefield. She doesn’t bother to hide the injury from him — what Donnie knows about April, combined with what he’s gleaned from the fact that she’s been a Kraang test subject for as long as she can remember, means she likely has little to no ability to deceive anyone. She probably didn’t even think to hide it.The cast covers her right hand, the same hand he broke in the fight with the Kraang.They wouldn’t, he thinks, sick to his stomach when his gaze falls on the little jar sitting in the far corner of his cell. They need her. They wouldn’t punish her."Are you okay?" he blurts out, guilt pushing him to his feet and to the limit of the forcefield.April blinks at him, then follows the movement of his hand as he points at the cast. Her face goes blank, and for a terrifying moment, Donnie isn’t talking to April, but to Subject Bas-Theta."The Kraang felt I overstepped my restrictions, and combined punitive therapy with an experiment on pain thresholds in chimaerical subjects." She shakes her head, and when she looks up at him, her smile is warm. April is back."It doesn’t really hurt now," she says. "And they’ve done worse before."The fact that April is saying this to comfort him hits Donnie right in the gut. “I’m sorry,” he tells her, because he is. Too sorry for words.If she were one of his brothers, he’d pull her into a tight hug, careful not to crush either of their bad hands, and then pull her to the lab to get patched up. But there’s a forcefield in the way, and April belongs to the Kraang."Why are you sorry?" she asks, honestly puzzled. "You didn’t do this. The Kraang did.""Yeah, but —" Philosophy and the choreography of blame is not his strong suit. Donnie prefers responsibility to be on his shell, and no one else’s, because that makes things easier. He takes a deep breath and tries again. "But I’m why they did it.”April huffs. “No, they did it because I helped you. And,” she adds, her face darkening, “because they think it’s fun.”***I have a few other vague ideas that have only made it into email ficlets to hotmilkytea and servantofclio, but we’ll see what develops! Right now my priority is GaVG, but playing in these other sandboxes is a nice break!And thank you SO MUCH for all your love and support, sweetest Seeker! <3
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)