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cassandra jones + little april doodle !!
did this little thing when i was at school and thought it’d be fun to share — drawing casey from memory plus a new outfit was a new experience
Day Six - Doodles
okay so in my defense school was WACK today so u get doodles i did in bio nod nod
Cassandra Jones Voiceover 🖤❤️💜
Hey all! Here’s part two of that VO audition I did, this time featuring Cass! Golly, she has a lot of passion in her voice and it was really fun to try out lol! Hope you enjoy :)
You can find Part 1 (April O’Neil) here 👇
I made a comic about this 🫠
Cassandra: Splinter, how do I get revenge on my enemies?
Splinter: The best revenge is letting go and living your life to the fullest.
Cassandra:
Cassandra: Donatello, how do I-
Donnie: Brick.
Rise April Challange Day 3: Casey And Casey Jr
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Ao3 Link: here
!TW! Talk of Grief and Loss !TW!
Casey Jones doesn’t remember his mother well. He doesn’t mind too much; he’s lost so many people over his short life. Everyone in the future had, and he's still trying to get used to the idea that isn't normal here. So, he's kind of grateful that he only has vague and blurry memories of her. It means that he doesn’t have much to grieve for.
He knows that’s shitty to say, but he thinks in his circumstances it’s fair. He’s lost so many people, he’s lost everyone, his whole world. Yeah, it was shitty, coated in blood, grime, and krang flesh. But it was his. He was born into it, it helped make him, and it held everything he had ever loved.
Master Michelangelo, with his flowing movements and soft sparking magic lifting him high enough to see the world bathed in unworldly light and color that only the two of them could see.
Commander O’Neil, hugging him with scared arms with a quite “Try to keep up, Jr.” Diving into battle, smiling with bloody teeth as she tore apart burning metal machine.
The quiet and lonely shrine with a huge, spiked shell that hung on the wall with a pair of cracked purple goggles with red and blue lenses on the table below. Where his family always gathered before a mission, just sitting and holding each other, with hushed ‘I love you’s and ‘be safe’s on their tongues.
And of course, Master Leonardo. Who had tried so hard to be a father to him, even though he was fighting a war that he knew he was losing, even as he held the lives of everyone on his shoulders. He had tried so hard to be a father that he always said Casey deserved.
He had lost all of them.
So... yeah. Casey was grateful that he didn’t have another person to morn.
But... his mom was here. Alive. And he had to keep himself from panicking because he had time to figure out what to say when you're meeting a version of a mother you had never really known. He thought he had time. He didn’t.
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Casey Jr sits ramrod straight on his spot on the couch, across from the intimating woman across from him. His mom (mom, mom, MOM!) Stares across from her with sharp eyes and narrowed in what looks like anger, and Casey's mind is very split on this.
One half of his brain is just screaming that she’s here and alive and real! Not just a story, or a memory that he isn’t totally sure he didn’t just make up. She’s really sitting across from him, and he can see his eyes and hair on her face. And somehow this is the most earth-shattering thing that has happened to him. Or at least the only part of this disaster that he can process.
The other half of him is trying to decide what should happen now, what he should do or say. He isn’t given the chance to figure out because she speaks first and Casey Jones the Second hears the first words he ever heard his mother say.
“Do I need to start a collage fund?”
It’s... it’s absurd, and out of nowhere, and said with such seriousness that it makes Casey break down into laughter that shakes his whole body. He bows over trying to get enough air into his lungs because this is so stupid and chaotic and that probably (is) the best thing you could say in a situation like this. What is his life?
“No-No!” He says between laughs. “I don’t think-” He breaks into more laughter. “I don’t think I need that.”
He continues to laugh as she stands, hesitates and then marches to the seat next to him, sits down just as straight as Jr had a moment ago, and stiffly hugs him to her side. He wheezes through his laughter.
“What-what are you doing?” Casey manages to hiss out.
“I have been told that mothers are meant to comfort their children when they are crying.”
Crying? Was he- Oh... yes, he was. At some point his laughs had begun to turn into sobs, and tears had leaked down his face. Everything had just hit him all at once, and he just... couldn’t anymore. He leans down and wipes his nose and eyes, and just breathes.
“Sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright.” Cassandra (Mom? Casey Sr?) responds, still holding his shoulder.
It takes a miniate before either of them can do anything other than look over each other, looking over every similarity and difference. Then Mom (Cassandra?) meets his eyes and with a stone face asks what Casey thinks she’s been wanting to since she saw him.
“Can you tell me how I die?” The time traveler looks away.
“What makes you think you did?” He doesn’t think he can look at her right now.
“Because I would not be so foolish or weak as to let my son travel through time!” She says it like he just insulted her, and he wants to argue but...
“Infection.” He answers. “Which is impressive considering that when you were found you had one arm missing and had been impaled at least 5 times. You lasted about a week after that.” It’s easier to say than he likes. There is silence. Then:
“I am... happy that I did not abandon you.” He turns to his mom, and she doesn’t look at him, staring past him and he makes a realization. That this whole conversation is as hard and awkward for her as it is for him, and he doesn’t know why it took him so long to realize that. Hell, they're almost the same age! He smiles and faces her completely, pulling on the quiet patience of Master Leonardo.
“I know that this is insane, and neither of us had time to really think about it. But if it helps, I don’t think we need to decide what or how we feel right now.” She pulls a face at the talk of “feelings,” but does relax slightly.
“Very well. Until we become comfortable with the reality of this situation. Would you be amenable to the title of my brother? I... am uncertain of being refired to as a mother.” Brother? That could work. Casey grips Cassandra’s hand. Yes, it's Cassandra for now. Maybe for forever, but that would be ok too.
“Sounds good.”
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ROTTMNT doodles; the Casey Jones's and rat jitsu🐀
