The Secrets We Inherit ♡ Donatello X Stockman's Niece!Reader
The Secrets We Inherit ♡ Donatello x Stockman's Niece!Reader
A/N: Soo apparently I'm incapable of writing short chapters hahah, this was originally much longer but I decided to keep the first part as a prologue or you guys would have to read through 8k words of my ramblings
This was originally supposed to be only around 5k words at most but it uh, sort of got out of hand, good news is next chapter is mostly done and it will be around 7k words
Summary: After your eccentric uncle, Baxter Stockman, vanishes without a trace, you're the only one who can investigate his sudden disappearance.
But your life takes a dramatic turn when your search leads yoi into the underbelly of the city and you stumble into a world of mutants, ninjas and crime syndicates that controls the city.
Armed with nothing but stubbornness, determination, and a few gadgets you built yourself, you find yourself tangled in a world far stranger— and much more dangerous— than anything you could have ever imagined.
Context: This story starts in Season 1, Episode 11: Mousers Attack! And goes from there.
The reader is Baxter Stockman's niece. Whenever I watched this show, I thought Baxter Stockman had so much Girl Dad™ or Girl Uncle™ energy. I mean, LOOK at him he has such dorky uncle energy, and you can't convince me he wouldn't teach his niece how to weld and create little robots—OF DOOM— while he tells her his world-domination plans.
Content Warnings: There is only a vague phantom of proofreading in between drafts, read at your own caution, mentions of blood, some minor injuries, reader is a certified nerd and a bit dorky, swearing
Word Count: Around 2k words
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You stared down at your phone, the little red dot pulsing on the screen. That was it—your uncle’s current location.
After weeks of unanswered voicemails, fruitless visits to his apartment, and even showing up at his old job only to be told he was fired after breaking the copy machine and then terrorizing his coworkers not once, byt twice— you’d had enough. If he wasn’t going to call, fine. You’d find him yourself. It wasn’t even that hard. All it took was a little signal triangulation—a trick he’d taught you himself. He’d probably be weirdly proud.
But what didn’t make sense was where the signal led: not to some dingy apartment or cheap motel, but to a run-down warehouse on the edge of the city.
You'd tried the main doors to no avail. You circled the building, looking for a different way in. No windows. No cracks. Nothing. Your gaze drifted up. Maybe the roof? If only you could reach it…
You deflated until you saw a different building with a fire escape and a garbage dumpster close by. You could reach the fire escape with it. But you'd have to jump from one building to the next.
You shifted nervously on your feet. Maybe you could make the jump, maybe.
"This is so stupid," you muttered, walking over and clambering onto the dumpster. Your hand scraped by something sticky and wet, and you gagged, wiping it off on the wall before you pulled yourself up toward the fire escape. "This better be worth it."
With a grunt, you hoisted yourself up and jumped for the fire escape. It creaked violently under your weight and dipped down with a sharp *clank.* You shrieked, clutching it tight.
"Okay… okay…" you breathed, heart thudding. Slowly, you climbed the stairs, hearing your dad’s voice in your head with every step: *This is not something you got from my side of the family.*
At the rooftop edge, you glanced between buildings. It wasn’t a massive gap—but it was enough to make your stomach drop.
"Oh boy…" You hold on and take in a deep breath. Thankfully, you wore regular sneakers today.
You paced nervously in circles, bouncing on your feet and shaking your hands.
"Okay, okay, I'm doing this. I'm really doing this."
You hyped yourself up with little jumps and then sprinted, legs pumping, and leapt—only to hit the edge hard. Pain shot through your ribs as your hands scrambled to catch the ledge. You shrieked as you dangled for a second, kicking, and with one final heave, hauled yourself up.
You flopped onto the roof with a wheeze, the cold concrete soothing your scraped palms.
"Oh, sweet mother of God," you laughed breathlessly, staring at the stars. "Uncle Baxter is so gonna hear about this when I find him."
You rolled to your knees and crawled toward the warehouse skylight. You expected to have to pry it open but instead found a neat, circular hole in the glass—like someone had already cut their way in. A wad of gum was stuck to the discarded glass near the edge.
"…Weird."
You slipped through the opening and dropped onto the catwalk inside. Voices echoed just call out for your uncle. What if they were dangerous?
You crept forward, heart pounding, and tucked yourself behind a stack of rusted crates. Carefully, you peered over the edge—and your jaw dropped.
There was your uncle, hunched over a computer, typing furiously. Looming beside him was a hulking, monstrous dog-man, all claws and snarls. An asian looking man stood at his side. The dog growled something low and threatening, gesturing sharply at your uncle to hurry up—apparently to crack some encrypted phone. Your uncle winced and nodded, typing faster.
To the right, chained against the wall, were two turtle-shaped figures. Humanoid. Green-skinned. Wearing differently colored bandanas around their eyes. Bound by heavy steel restraints. You stared in disbelief. What the hell was going on here?
I must have fallen off the building, I hit my head and now I'm in some kind of hallucinatory coma. That's got to be it. You think, it was the most logical explanation.
You pinch yourself to test the theory. The sharp pain travels up your arm and you flinch, rubbing it to ease the pain.
This is a very realistic hallucination.
"Almost done," You peer up as you hear your uncle's voice. The faint light of the computer reflecting in his glasses. "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, yes! One hundred percent! And processing, processing... C'mon... And finished!"
You crouch lower behind the rusted crate just as glass rains from above—a shattering explosion of light and sound. You raise your head slightly in order to get a better look at whatever just crashed through the ceiling.
The two figures that drop through the ceiling land hard and fast. And they're not just anyone.
They're— More turtles?
"The turtles!" The hulking dog mutant growls, lip curling in fury.
The newcomers straighten—one clad in blue, the other in red. Twin katanas in hand as the one in blue points directly at the chaos unfolding.
"Not so fast, Dogpound! And... Dexter Spackman?" he accuses, voice sharp.
"Baxter Stockman!" the scientist shrieks in frustration.
The mutant dog— or Dogpound as the turtle had called him, doesn’t wait—he charges, massive claws swinging. But Blue is faster. He sidesteps with practiced ease and dashes for the desk. Dogpound snarls— but before he can run after blue, the turtle with the red bandana charges and lands a kick to his muzzle.
You can see Baxter run towards his desk, but before he can swipe the phone off the table, the turtle in blue slams his katana and grabs the phone.
"How did you escape my mousers?" Stockman snarls.
"We didn't." Blue replies, and as soon as he does, dozens of mechanical robots crash through the ceiling, a screech of whirring metal following suit.
The red turtle dashes forward, slashing the chains that held the other turtles. "We’re here to save the day, as usual," he smirks.
"Oh yeah, looks like you guys were doing great." Replied the one in purple with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
"You try fighting two thousand robots!" Red snaps back, pointing at the chaos unfolding behind them.
Your jaw is slightly ajar. You can't believe your own eyes and ears, and you're barely breathing. Your fingers scramble for the phone in your pocket. You clutch it tightly and hit record, trying to capture what you can from the safety of your hiding spot.
"Mikey!" Blue shouts. The orange-masked turtle looks up, and Blue tosses the phone to him in a perfect arc. "Keep away!"
Mikey bolts as the dog mutant lunges after him, tearing through crates and cables in a frenzy.
You sink deeper into the tiny corner of your hiding spot as both of them run past you at full speed. You take a deep gulp and pray to whatever gods there are that you don't get found right now.
"Wow! A gamma camera!" You hear a different voice and peak through the space between the crates to see the tallest turtle, the one with the purple bandana analyzing a small piece of tech from one of the mousers. "It detects radio isotopes. That must be what he's tagged you with."
"How do we get it off?!" The red one screams, slicing a mouser in half.
"You can't. It wears off gradually. But if someone else got sprayed, they'd give off a stronger signal."
Suddenly, a startled yelp echoes through the warehouse as the orange-masked turtle crashes down from the second floor in a tangle of limbs and momentum, hitting the ground with a painful thud. Above him, Dogpound lunges—his massive, misshapen hands raised high, jagged claws glinting under the flickering light as he prepares to bring them down like sledgehammers.
But before the blow can land, a blur of motion cuts through the chaos.
A sharp crack splits the air as the purple-masked turtle vaults in from the side, his bo staff whipping through the space between them with precise, practiced force. The impact slams into Dogpound’s side, knocking him off balance and forcing him to stagger back with a furious snarl. The orange turtle blinks up in wide-eyed relief just as his friend plants himself protectively in front of him, staff raised and ready.
"We've got to get Stockman's spray. It controls the mousers!"
"You mean that thing?" Orange asks, pointing at your uncle holding some kind of spray.
"I'll handle this, dog-man! One spritz and they'll be mouser chow!" Your uncle is ready to spritz the turtles with the sttange looking spray, and your stomach drops. What is he going to do? But before you can even process it, the red turtle comes from nowhere, throwing two precise ninja stars at the spray, which explodes on top of your uncle and the mutant.
Without warning, the mousers halt mid-lunge—just as they’re about to shred the shell-backed brothers to pieces. Their glowing eyes flicker, their heads twitching in eerie unison. Then, like a switch flipped, they swivel toward Dogpound and Stockman.
The warehouse erupts into fresh chaos.
With metallic snarls and snapping jaws, the robotic swarm descends on Dogpound, clamping down on his tail and clawed legs. He howls in rage and pain, swatting them away as sparks fly. In the confusion, your uncle bolts—arms flailing, coat streaming behind him—only to promptly trip over one of his own creations and faceplant hard into the concrete.
You facepalm slowly and drag your fingers across your face at the scene.
Dogpound snarls and yanks him upright, holding him with a clawed hand. Just as the brute starts to drag him off, a sharp ring cuts through the chaos.
Ring. Ring.
Dogpound sees the phone on the ground, lost in the chaos. He smiles as he picks it up in between his claws, but his win is short lived.
Thunk! A precisely aimed blade whistles through the air, embedding itself dead-center in the phone. Sparks sputter as the device falls in pieces.
"Hang it up, Dogpound," the turtle in purple calls. "Your call just got dropped!"
Dogpound growls, baring teeth like cracked concrete. Without another word, he barrels forward—and straight through the literal wall—leaving a man-shaped hole in the warehouse as he drags your uncle out into the night, mousers nipping at their heels.
"Nice job, guys!" The blue-masked turtle cheers as the mutant and your uncle run away.
"Yeah!" Red whoops, throwing his arms around his two friends with an exaggerated grin."From here on out, you're the A- team!"
"That’s probably the best we're gonna get out of 'em."
Silence finally settles over the warehouse, the last echoes of battle fading. You hold your breath. Count to ten. Then, slowly, cautiously, you peek out from your hiding spot.
Silence finally settles over the warehouse, the last echoes of battle fading. You hold your breath. Count to ten. Then, slowly, cautiously, you peek out from your hiding spot.
Nothing. Just a wrecked warehouse and your thudding heartbeat.
You try to take the stairs down—but your legs betray you halfway. You tumble with a grunt, landing hard. The impact sends a jolt of pain through your body, and when your hand touches your forehead, it comes away wet. You lay your head on the dirty floor and breathe in deeply, remembering the way your uncle tripped over his own feet just moments before.
"Runs in the family, I guess..." You mutter, dragging yourself upright with a wince. Every step toward your uncle’s desk is a limp, your sprained ankle screaming with each movement.
You reach the desk and stop. Really look around.
The scorched floor. Shattered windows. Broken robots twitching in piles. Gouges in the walls. Your uncle’s half-melted laptop still glowing faintly. Somewhere, a mouser drags itself in a slow circle, one leg sparking.
You limp closer to one of the walls and see a ninja star buried in a metal beam. Cautiously, you grab it and pull it from the beam, looking at the small indent it leaves behind. Your mouth hangs open slightly.
"What the fuck?"
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HEAD CANONS FOR THE 12 BOYS DOING THE SPIDERMAN KISS WITH THEIR GIRL?! HEHEHEHE
Spiderman Kiss (Fluff)
2012!Turtles x reader
A/N: I’ve been binging too much TwoSet, so this took me four days to make. Why? Because violins, baby!😂 And YES, I just saw the title of their latest video, and NO I don’t have guts to watch it😭
Warning: None💚
Leonardo:
The peaceful quietness of your bedroom was disturbed, when you heard light tapping against your window, making you look up from whatever you were doing. A soft smile spread across your face, already knowing who you would find outside your window.
With a happy skip in your step, you made your way to your window, opening it and letting the cold night air of New York City enter your room. And there you found him, hanging upside down from the fire escape over yours, smiling at you with that sweet boyish smile and pretty blue eyes.
“Leo”, you smiled, feeling giddy at the sight of your turtle boyfriend hanging outside your window. “What are you doing here?”, you asked, climbing out on the fire escape. “You haven’t told me you would come by”.
“I just thought I’ll come by to say hey before patrol”, he smiled, watching as you came closer to him. Even upside down, you made his heart skip a beat. “Can’t a guy just check in on his girlfriend?”
“Of course you can”, you smiled, standing right before him.
The two of you smiled at each other for a moment, before your hand came to rest on his cheek, your thumb stroking his jaw.
“Will you come over after patrol?”, you asked. “My parents won’t be home before tomorrow”.
“When you ask so nicely”, Leo chuckled. “Of course I will. Anything for my girl”.
You bite your lip, feeling butterflies fly through your stomach. Something that tended to happen when Leo decided to play up his charm. And so, you softly pressed your lips to his in a soft sweet kiss. When you pulled from the kiss, you found Leo smiling from ear to ear, looking at you with pure love in his eyes.
“I love you, Leo”, you smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you after patrol”.
“I love you too, (Y/N)”, Leo hummed, savoring the feeling of your lips against his forehead. “See you later”.
Raphael:
You were talking down the street, returning home after a long night out. Even without your headphones, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the familiar figure coming down from above, hanging upside down in the streetlamp you were about to pass. So when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned with your fists up, ready to fight like your boyfriend had taught you. But when you then found your boyfriend, hanging upside down before you with a smirk plastered across his face, you let out a sigh of relief.
“God damn Raph, don’t do that”, you sighed. “You almost scared the shit out of me”.
“I was going for your pants, but I guess that was one way to do it”, Raph chuckled, his eyes lingering on your for a moment. “On your way home?”
“One were to think that you were the genius turtle with those detective skills”, you laughed, making Raph pull a playful grimes.
“Ha ha, very funny”, he said, reaching one hand out for you, perking his lips. “Now, come here. Gimme a kiss”.
“What if I don’t want to”, you asked, not putting any effort into hiding your smile, as you took a step backwards, getting just out of his reach. Raph gasped in an overly dramatic manner, making you giggle at his antics.
“It’s not nice to lie, (Y/N)”, Raph said, faking an angry expression. “Now, give me a kiss before I get mad”, he continued, pecking his lips once more.
You couldn’t help but giggle, giving in with a bright smile. Holding Raph’s head in your hands, you pressed your lips to his in a small peck that made him hum playfully when you pulled back.
“You look pleased”, you smiled, still holding his head in your hands.
“I am”, Raph smiled. “But I would be more pleased if you gave me another kiss”.
You let out a happy laugh, throwing your head back. Your, oh so charming teaseful boyfriend, always managed to sneak in comments like that.
“Okay, you whining baby”, you smiled, before pressing your lips to his again, feeling him pull you closer with his free hand. This kiss was longer and deeper than the first, yet still short and sweet, making both you and Raph feel tingles in your stomachs.
Raph pulled from the kiss with a very satisfied look on his face, giving you that smug smile once again. “See, that wasn’t so bad”.
“Dork”, you smiled, nudging him slightly on his shoulder.
“All me dork all you want, babe. But even I know you like it”, Raph smirked, before getting ready to climb back up the lamp pole. “And when I get back from patrol, you’ll get more”.
Donatello:
“Donnie?”, you called out, looking around Donnie’s garage lab. But with him being nowhere to see, you did a turn on the spot, taking in your surroundings once more. Where could he be? You had texted him several times, but he still hasn't answered you. And that was an hour ago! “Babe?”
“Up here!”
You looked up to the rafters of the garage, finding your turtle boyfriend on the beams above, fiddling with wirings and all sorts of strange things, that you still had no idea what their names were.
“What are you doing up there?”, you asked, crossing your arms as you smiled up at your boyfriend.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”, Donnie smiled. “I’m fixing the lights. And the electric wires… and the heat… pretty much everything”.
“Okay, but why?”
“Well…”, Donnie sighed, sitting back up on the beam, looking up as he thought. “First Leo came and asked me to fix the lights, because it wasn’t strong enough to let him read. Then Mikey came and told me he had problems with his outlets. And then Raph started yelling up about the heating in his room. And since the wires and all access points are up here, I just decided to get them all done”.
“I guess that makes sense”, you said, taking a seat in Donnie’s chair, watching as he continued to work. “Do you need any help up there?”
“No, no, I got it”, Donnie said, not taking his eyes from what he was working with.
“Okaaayyy….”, you said, not feeling fully sure about his answer. “But please be careful, babe”.
“I’m always careful, (Y/N)”, Donnie said with a smile and his eyes closed, making you uneasy straight away. “I know what I’m doing, so there’s no need to worRY!-”
And just like you had feared it would happen, Donnie fell off the beam and tumbled towards the ground beneath. But before you could even let out a sound, and before Donnie could reach the ground, he found himself tangled up the wires he had just been fiddling with, leaving him hanging upside down just before you, with a sheepish smile. "Whoops".
You stood from the chair, crossing your arms with a smug smile, as you walked towards your tangled up boyfriend. “Seems like you do”.
“This wasn’t part of the plan”, Donnie said, looking up as his lower half tangled up.
“It wasn’t?”, you asked in a teasing manner. “Well, at least I know where I can find you now”. And then, before Donnie could ask what you meant, you took his face in your hands, before pressing a kiss to his lips, making him hum in pleasant surprise. “Now, let’s get you out of all that”.
Michelangelo:
With a sigh you laid back on the bed, turning your head to watch your boyfriend on the floor, as he tinkered around with his latest action figures. That was what happened when he got his hands on a new collectible. That was just how it was. You knew better than to get in the way of Mikey’s hobbies, but damn, sometimes you would get bored just watching him, when you had hoped that day would have been all about a couple time.
“Mikey”, you said with another sigh, trying to catch the attention of your turtle boyfriend.
“Yes, babe?”, Mikey asked, still not taking his eyes off the figure in his hand as he moved its arms around.
“When will you come and cuddle?”
“Just a moment babe, I just got to look through the rest first”.
You let out another loud exacerbated sigh, spreading your arms out on Mikey’s bed like seastar. Mikey still had several boxes on all new figures to go through, and you were getting impatient. ADHD can’t spread to other people by touch, but by this point you fully believed that you had gotten it from Mikey. Ever since you had gotten together with the orange clad turtle, you had started taking on many of his mannerisms. Such as his tendency to sigh in annoyance when getting impatient. And funnily enough, Mikey never seemed to notice when you did so. Just like right now. No reaction. Not what you wanted. So you had to do something about it. And you knew just how.
You scooted yourself around the bed, until you laid with your head resting down the side of the bed, allowing you to look at Mikey with your head upside down. You pucked your lips, making loud and obscene kissing noises. But… still nothing.
Right! That’s it! And with that you grabbed a hold of Mikey’s head, pulling him towards you as he made a surprised sound. You pressed his lips to yours, kissing him while you were still laying upside down on his bed.
“What was that for?”, Mikey asked with a smile.
“Because I’m getting impatient!”, you whined, trying to hide your smile. “And you’re just sitting there looking like a snack! What do you expect me to do?”
“You know what?”, Mikey said, laying his figure down on the floor before coming to a stand, smiling at you. “You’re right. Cuddle time!”
You did not have time to move before Mikey decided to jump on to the bed, throwing himself on you, letting you scream out in laughter, when he started attacking your face with kisses. You regretted NOTHING.
You're gonna tell me to my face that this isn't 2012 Leo? 🤨 /hj
Please excuse the shitty art style I had back when made this video originally- Lmao
Also shout out to Sammi (I believe that's their name? 😭👍), I love their content sm-
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Random pet peeve of mine, but I would like to see more shorter fanfics that mention other characters in the canon
I guess it might go without saying that some of my fanfics focus on not only fleshing out the turtles but also the other characters in the story that I feel were heavily sidelined and had so much potential, I know a lot of people write to fix characters like Casey, April, Karai and whatnot, but what about the side characters?? What about the villains??
For example, I never see Timothy mentioned outside of very specific situations, and that guy deserved so much better :(
I actually have a half unfinished draft of a Leo x Male!Reader fanfic, where the reader is Timothy's brother and has been trying to find him after his sudden disappearance, sibling is tricked into believing the turtles were the ones who mutated him and joins the foot clan, there's a lot of angst and developing Timothy's character beyond this cringe teenage kid who got involved into something he shouldn't and also exploring how a kid even gets to that point
Would anybody read something like that, btw? I love the idea, but I'm currently obsessed with Statistical Improbability and The Secrets we Inherit + a third fanfic I haven't posted yet but have like 20k words written, so if I am to write it anytime soon, it would only be if there's some interest in it
Also please recommend me fanfics that focus around the more minor characters of 2012 if you know any, thx!!
based on someone irl finding out i was a tmnt fan, asking who my fav was, and being like "oh but not 2012 donnie right 😆" like um. get my babygirls name out of your mouth
You guys know one thing that grinds my gears a bit about tmmt 2012?
Yes yes, it's Donatello’s crush on April
This guy is literally so sweet. Sure, it's cliché that he ends up having a crush on her just because she is the first girl he's ever seen, but he is literally the first one to say they should help her when the Kraang show up, no hesitation, he makes her gifts like a whole ass PHONE and that music box and he spends hours planning ways to get her to hang out with him.
Yes, some of it is weird—BUT he is otherwise so sweet, and I will never forgive this show for the fact that the writers never allowed April to be a real character and either have the balls to let the relationship develop into something ROMANTIC or to have an actual message with April rejecting Donnie and letting him actually grow, rather than keeping him into a perpetual crush Limbo where he is not allowed to get over April but is never allowed to actually ask her out
This is hilarious and you are so right, they wasted soo much potential when it came to April's and Casey's family members in this show
There is a whole ass TMNT TV show where Casey is canonically a teenager in high school and yet he never bugs Donnie for tutoring or homework help. smh.
Nor does his parents or any family get screentime.
I’m sorry but how would it not be hilarious for him to have a parent and sibling (like Angel). Like think about their point of view. They:
Have an angsty teen.
He's been sneaking out at night.
He comes back home littered with bruises.
You start to get worried.
But somehow his grades have been massively improving.
You know he isn't beating up people to do his homework as 1)that's unlike him and 2)his test scores are improving as well.
You ask him what the hell he's been doing.
He replies: “I gotta really great tutor.”
His sister asks: “what does he beat you up everytime you get a wrong answer?”
And your son replies: “no….well…he does sometimes smack me with a stick but that's unrelated.”
How the fuck do you reply to that?
Like how do you not do this tmnt 2012. SMH. Waste of potential.
Oh my god, how do fanfic writers make GOOD titltes for their fanfics? I can write 4k words in a single mania driven single sitting, but trying to think of a good title is like fighting God with a toothpick
Caffeinated Masterlist
Started: February 26th, 2025
Last Updated: May 1st, 2025
Requests: Open
Important Reminders
I'm an adult, there might will be 18+ stuff here
There will be darker themes explored in these fanfics, not just possibly smut, but whumps, torture, Major Character deaths, etc, stuff is always tagged so read at your own risk
Characters are aged up to 18+ unless specified
As of now I only write for the 2012 version of the turtles
I take requests, but I don't promise to finish all of them, eventually I will make a rules post but as of now just don't ask for anything non-consensual between a reader and the turtles, T-Cest or Poly, everything else is good to go
I mainly write for the guys but I am not against writing for other characters either like the Shredder's henchmen, Bishop, Karai, Irma, Casey and April!
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Leonardo
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Raphael
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Donatello
MultiChapter Fics
Statistical Improbability - Donbot x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2
The Secrets we inherit - Donatello x Stockman's Niece!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2
Michelangelo
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Some doodles I made of @teks-emporium 's Adventure Time + 2012 crossover (Which specifically revolves around the Elemental Miniseries-) ! 😌✨
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