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aka JBadgr

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dashing-and-demure:

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure
Autumn 1805: Chapter One Sneak Peek
Story (c) RosieWriter
Art (c) JBadgr
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The line in front of them seemed to go on forever and April shifted uncomfortably in the evening dress she wore, newly purchased from Madame Lajeunesse’s shop.  The pale blue coloring of the dress suited her hair color and drew less attention to her freckles, something her stepbrother was very happy about.  
“Do not appear uncomfortable,” another reprimand and she resisted the urge to tear her arm from his, as they stepped forward in the line to enter the ball.  Causing a scene was beneath her but the temptation remained.  It may not serve for him to take her seriously but it would alleviate much of the pressure from her mind.
—Dashing and Demure, Chapter 1 

dashing-and-demure:

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

Autumn 1805: Chapter One Sneak Peek

Story (c) RosieWriter

Art (c) JBadgr

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The line in front of them seemed to go on forever and April shifted uncomfortably in the evening dress she wore, newly purchased from Madame Lajeunesse’s shop.  The pale blue coloring of the dress suited her hair color and drew less attention to her freckles, something her stepbrother was very happy about. 

“Do not appear uncomfortable,” another reprimand and she resisted the urge to tear her arm from his, as they stepped forward in the line to enter the ball.  Causing a scene was beneath her but the temptation remained.  It may not serve for him to take her seriously but it would alleviate much of the pressure from her mind.

Dashing and Demure, Chapter 1 

History of the Hampson (Hamato) Family

dashing-and-demure:

Master Hamato Yoshi was a Japanese gentleman who was one of the unfortunate victims of the mutant plagues that swept the world in the mid-19th century. While he and his four infant sons survived their mutation, his lovely wife Tang Shen was lost. Master Yoshi lived a…

The Sea Cares Nothing For Your Broken Heart

adoradork:

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

Spring 1800: The Sea Cares Nothing For Your Broken Heart

Art (c) JBadgr

Story (c) Adoradork

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Yorkton Estate, Sussex

Spring, 1800

Master Donatello Hamato was a quiet man, with a diffident manner and a lively, questioning mind which, while it made him a most interesting conversationalist, made him peculiarly unfit for high society, where breeding was held in higher regard than intellect, and a modest man might be easily dismissed as dull, and not esteemed nearly as much as his talents should allow him to be.

On this warm Spring day Donatello stood at the window of the downstairs sitting room at Yorkton, gazing at the fine prospect across the lawn and down to the stream. The poplars wore a coat of green and sparkled in the afternoon sun, which was abundant and seemed determined to touch everything with a brilliant light. An unexpectedly beautiful day for Spring in England. He swirled the wine in his glass, wishing for grey, gloomy skies to match his mood.

His elder brother Leonardo strolled out of the woods and up toward the house, his three hounds pacing along beside him. Donatello sighed. He must advise Leonardo of his intentions. He could delay no longer. But he was no more inclined to cause his brother pain today than he was three months ago, when he had made his decision.

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TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

Spring 1800: The Sea Cares Nothing For Your Broken Heart

Art (c) JBadgr

Story (c) Adoradork

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Yorkton Estate, Sussex

Spring, 1800

Master Donatello Hamato was a quiet man, with a diffident manner and a lively, questioning mind which, while it made him a most interesting conversationalist, made him peculiarly unfit for high society, where breeding was held in higher regard than intellect, and a modest man might be easily dismissed as dull, and not esteemed nearly as much as his talents should allow him to be…click to continue

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Other Art:

The Hampson Brothers

Miss O’Neil

Mister Jones

❝ that-crazy-fangirl-over-there asked: Your art is amazing! You are very talented! ^-^

My gosh- thank you so much! You’re too kind <3 <3 <3

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

Mister Jones

Art (c) JBadgr

Dashing and Demure (c) JBadgr, RosieRamblings (RosieWriter), and Adoradork

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Second character reference made for our AU, Dashing and Demure

We have a tumblr in the works as well if you’d like to follow the fiction and art pieces made for this au!

Other Art:

The Hampson Brothers

Miss O’Neil

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure
Miss O&#8217;Neil
Art (c) JBadgr
Dashing and Demure (c) JBadgr, RosieRamblings (RosieWriter), and Adoradork
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Second character reference made for our AU, Dashing and Demure
We have a tumblr in the works as well if you’d like to follow the fiction and art pieces made for this au!
Other Art:
The Hampson Brothers 

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

Miss O’Neil

Art (c) JBadgr

Dashing and Demure (c) JBadgr, RosieRamblings (RosieWriter), and Adoradork

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Second character reference made for our AU, Dashing and Demure

We have a tumblr in the works as well if you’d like to follow the fiction and art pieces made for this au!

Other Art:

The Hampson Brothers 

❝ hysteriaalicescream asked: I can stop looking at the TMNT Regency AU pic. You've got me so pumped!!

RosieRamblings (aka RosieWriter), Adoradork, and I are so insanely pumped you don’t even know. We stayed up until 4am plotting, researching, drawing, and writing. It was glorious :D

We are so happy you like the pic! I’m about to post April now and begin work on Regencing up our Tumblr page :D

TMNT Regency AU: Dashing and Demure

The Hampson Boys

Art (c) JBadgr

Dashing and Demure (c) JBadgr, RosieRamblings, and Adoradork

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Character reference made for our AU, Dashing and Demure

We have a tumblr in the works as well if you’d like to follow the fiction and art pieces made for this au!

TMNT Regency AU: Plot Discussion That Went Awry

Rosie White: Mutant prejudice.
Rosie White: THEY HAVE A HARD TIME SECURING MATCHES AND BEING TAKEN SERIOUSLY.
Jess: they ride horses.. somehow
Jess: without crushing the horses
Rosie White: Special breeding.
Rosie White: OH MY GOD.
Rosie White: WHAT IF RAPH IS INTO HORSES.
Jess: NO
Jess: NONONONONO
Jess: LIKE SEXUALLY?
Rosie White: OH GOD NO.
Jess: OK
Jess: OK THANK GOD
Rosie White: I MEANT LIKE EQUESTRIAN-LIKE
Jess: OK YES THAT’S GOOD
Jess: WITH ALL THIS SHIP TALK- I JUST DON’T KNOW ANYMORE LOL
Rosie White: I’M LAUGHING SO HARD YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Jess: DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT
Rosie White: IT’S LIKE ‘WELL. IT WAS NICE BEING FRIENDS WITH HER WHILE IT LASTED.
Jess: HAHAHA
Jess: NOW I KNOW SHE SHIPS RAPH/HORSES
Jess: I’M DONE

adoradork:

rosiewriter:

jbadgr:

Casey and April 
Art (c) JBadgr
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Quick morning sketch. Too lazy to do a proper ink/colour
I love the shit out of these two :} He’s all nasty from patrolling and April jdgaf and hops on.

Bothered—Capril Drabble
I was inspired by some earlier sketches of this.  And they quickly dissolved into smutastic territory.  Enjoy!
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It isn’t so much that he patrols, April thinks to herself, watching the hours tick by on the DVR in their newly shared apartment.  It’s just that she never knows exactly where he is and what kind of trouble he might get into.  One night he might bring home only a few injures, just needing bandages and antiseptic; another might mean sitting in the emergency room, concocting some bullshit story about why there’s a knife slash on his bicep.  
The waiting is the worst part.  And the not knowing.
April sighs, abandoning the book she’s reading on the coffee table in front of her.  One am shines bright from the clock.  Her tea’s cold now and some part of her wants to rip into Casey Jones for making her worry.  
That’s the thing, though. She doesn’t have to. She chooses to, which makes the whole damn situation worse.  
Her eyes drift towards the door and she shivers, still wearing the tank top and shorts she’s been in all day.  
“No later than midnight, babe. Promise.” 
Lie.  Casey Jones tells the truth more often than not but his sense of timing and reality is far off course.  
Almost on cue, the deadbolt turns and the familiar scratching sound of a key fill her ears.
Finally.
Casey steps into the apartment, sweat trails making their way down his arms and dirt dotting his cheeks.  April notes the lack of blood on his hands, which is a good sign. Might have been an easy night.  He slips off the golf bag of weapons he wears on his back and tosses the hockey mask onto the shelf by the door.  She finally sees the bandage around his upper right arm, blood leaking through .  
Even through all the worrying and the irritation and the he’s almost twenty-eight years old why the hell is he still patrolling there’s something about him coming home, like this, to her, sweaty and just slightly winded.  
 The heat rising from her stomach reminds her of every other time he’s been sweaty, when they’ve been sweaty together, soaked sheets and just on the cusp of a climax….
She stands up, shifting her hips a little to throw off the ache between her legs.  She gestures to the bandage, recognizing the handiwork.
“Donnie bandage you up?”
Casey grins and walks up to her, pulling her in by the hips for a quick peck on the cheek. “Who else?” His hand wanders underneath her shorts and she shivers, leaning in closer.  The hand pulls away, though, as Casey settles himself on the couch.  
“Beat up some good ones up tonight, babe. You should be proud of me.” A crooked grin lights up his face and April fights the urge to either roll her eyes or kiss him senseless.  Instead, she stands and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall.
“Oh? Do tell.”  She raises one eyebrow,  licking her lips.  Her heart rate increases and she can picture him in the fight, taking them down one at a time, sweat glistening on his skin.  
“Couple of punks harassing some kids in the park. And you know how much I hate punks.”
“You’ve mentioned it a time or two” There’s sweat on his forehead.  April wonders if he knows it’s there and if he’s simply ignoring its presence.  It’s very clear to her, as is the heat spreading from her lower legs because of those stupid beads of sweat.  And the dirt—god, there’s so much dirt.  She’s not going to think of the time at the farmhouse, in the garden—nope. Not happening.
He’s still talking.
Damn it. 
The way he’s sitting, she decides, will make what she wants to do easy.  He’s comfortable, leaning back into the cushions of the couch that far too expensive.  Sitting on his lap, just so, will get his attention
“And Raph—man, he packed a punch at the one guy.  But, then I got sliced in the arm by the punk with the razor blade—damn kid. Whoa, April—what are you doing?”
April’s legs settle around Casey’s hips, as she slides into his lap. “Nothing. Just getting comfortable.”  
“Ah,”.  His hands settle on her hips, sliding her forward as he leans back more into the couch. “Miss me while I was gone?”
“Maybe,” her head leans down, lips brushing against his forehead , kissing away the beads of sweat shining there.  His right hand slips under her shorts, fingers stroking beneath her black silk panties.  The velcro from his gloves rubs along her bottom and she grinds against his hips, a soft moan escaping.  
“I think you did,” he whispers, kissing her nose and following a trail down her neck.  “Admit it, you missed me.”
“I’m not saying a word.”  
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, both of his hands make their way to the front of her shorts, making short work of the button there. A hand slips in the front of the panties this time, fingers darting down to stroke between her slit and push down on her clit.  She gasps, grasping onto his shoulders.  
“Care for round two, babe? Can I make you admit it then?”  His lips are now at the edge of her tank top, kissing along the tops of her breasts.  
“Tell you what,” she manages, struggling for speech against the movements of his fingers against her clit.  Her voice is strained and it won’t be much longer until she can’t talk at all.  “Get me into the bedroom and we can continue this discussion.”  
“Done,” his hands slide under her bottom and he lifts her easily, staggering towards the back of her apartment.  
April still won’t admit that him coming home from patrols sometimes gets her hot and bothered.  But, perhaps, she figures—her actions speak louder than words.


Hnnnnnnggghhhhhh.

OMG yes, I swear this fandom houses the most beautiful and insanely talented people I have ever met &lt;3
Rosie&#8212; you are AWESOME

adoradork:

rosiewriter:

jbadgr:

Casey and April 

Art (c) JBadgr

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Quick morning sketch. Too lazy to do a proper ink/colour

I love the shit out of these two :} He’s all nasty from patrolling and April jdgaf and hops on.

Bothered—Capril Drabble

I was inspired by some earlier sketches of this.  And they quickly dissolved into smutastic territory.  Enjoy!

***

It isn’t so much that he patrols, April thinks to herself, watching the hours tick by on the DVR in their newly shared apartment.  It’s just that she never knows exactly where he is and what kind of trouble he might get into.  One night he might bring home only a few injures, just needing bandages and antiseptic; another might mean sitting in the emergency room, concocting some bullshit story about why there’s a knife slash on his bicep. 

The waiting is the worst part.  And the not knowing.

April sighs, abandoning the book she’s reading on the coffee table in front of her.  One am shines bright from the clock.  Her tea’s cold now and some part of her wants to rip into Casey Jones for making her worry. 

That’s the thing, though. She doesn’t have to. She chooses to, which makes the whole damn situation worse. 

Her eyes drift towards the door and she shivers, still wearing the tank top and shorts she’s been in all day. 

“No later than midnight, babe. Promise.”

Lie.  Casey Jones tells the truth more often than not but his sense of timing and reality is far off course. 

Almost on cue, the deadbolt turns and the familiar scratching sound of a key fill her ears.

Finally.

Casey steps into the apartment, sweat trails making their way down his arms and dirt dotting his cheeks.  April notes the lack of blood on his hands, which is a good sign. Might have been an easy night.  He slips off the golf bag of weapons he wears on his back and tosses the hockey mask onto the shelf by the door.  She finally sees the bandage around his upper right arm, blood leaking through . 

Even through all the worrying and the irritation and the he’s almost twenty-eight years old why the hell is he still patrolling there’s something about him coming home, like this, to her, sweaty and just slightly winded. 

 The heat rising from her stomach reminds her of every other time he’s been sweaty, when they’ve been sweaty together, soaked sheets and just on the cusp of a climax….

She stands up, shifting her hips a little to throw off the ache between her legs.  She gestures to the bandage, recognizing the handiwork.

“Donnie bandage you up?”

Casey grins and walks up to her, pulling her in by the hips for a quick peck on the cheek. “Who else?” His hand wanders underneath her shorts and she shivers, leaning in closer.  The hand pulls away, though, as Casey settles himself on the couch. 

“Beat up some good ones up tonight, babe. You should be proud of me.” A crooked grin lights up his face and April fights the urge to either roll her eyes or kiss him senseless.  Instead, she stands and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall.

“Oh? Do tell.”  She raises one eyebrow,  licking her lips.  Her heart rate increases and she can picture him in the fight, taking them down one at a time, sweat glistening on his skin. 

“Couple of punks harassing some kids in the park. And you know how much I hate punks.”

“You’ve mentioned it a time or two” There’s sweat on his forehead.  April wonders if he knows it’s there and if he’s simply ignoring its presence.  It’s very clear to her, as is the heat spreading from her lower legs because of those stupid beads of sweat.  And the dirt—god, there’s so much dirt.  She’s not going to think of the time at the farmhouse, in the garden—nope. Not happening.

He’s still talking.

Damn it.

The way he’s sitting, she decides, will make what she wants to do easy.  He’s comfortable, leaning back into the cushions of the couch that far too expensive.  Sitting on his lap, just so, will get his attention

“And Raph—man, he packed a punch at the one guy.  But, then I got sliced in the arm by the punk with the razor blade—damn kid. Whoa, April—what are you doing?”

April’s legs settle around Casey’s hips, as she slides into his lap. “Nothing. Just getting comfortable.” 

“Ah,”.  His hands settle on her hips, sliding her forward as he leans back more into the couch. “Miss me while I was gone?”

“Maybe,” her head leans down, lips brushing against his forehead , kissing away the beads of sweat shining there.  His right hand slips under her shorts, fingers stroking beneath her black silk panties.  The velcro from his gloves rubs along her bottom and she grinds against his hips, a soft moan escaping. 

“I think you did,” he whispers, kissing her nose and following a trail down her neck.  “Admit it, you missed me.”

“I’m not saying a word.” 

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, both of his hands make their way to the front of her shorts, making short work of the button there. A hand slips in the front of the panties this time, fingers darting down to stroke between her slit and push down on her clit.  She gasps, grasping onto his shoulders. 

“Care for round two, babe? Can I make you admit it then?”  His lips are now at the edge of her tank top, kissing along the tops of her breasts. 

“Tell you what,” she manages, struggling for speech against the movements of his fingers against her clit.  Her voice is strained and it won’t be much longer until she can’t talk at all.  “Get me into the bedroom and we can continue this discussion.” 

“Done,” his hands slide under her bottom and he lifts her easily, staggering towards the back of her apartment. 

April still won’t admit that him coming home from patrols sometimes gets her hot and bothered.  But, perhaps, she figures—her actions speak louder than words.


Hnnnnnnggghhhhhh.

OMG yes, I swear this fandom houses the most beautiful and insanely talented people I have ever met <3

Rosie— you are AWESOME

❝ hysteriaalicescream asked: I'm so excited for your comic series! Is it coming soon?

Do you mean the Regency AU? I just worked out some character development with RosieRamblings and Adoradork and posted character designs. It won’t be a comic as much as it will be an illustrated collection of ficlets.

Here is a hint at our plot:

April’s mother married down to marry April’s father, who then promptly died before she was 10.So, in between Splinter sponsoring her (he wealth and a title) and some occasional funds from her mom, she got some finishing and etiquette down. Splinter is sponsoring her first season and the turtles are all her stepbrothers.

This is an alternate world where mutants have been integrated into Regency England. 

Then enters Mister Jones…

Casey and April 
Art (c) JBadgr
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Quick morning sketch. Too lazy to do a proper ink/colour
I love the shit out of these two :} He&#8217;s all nasty from patrolling and April jdgaf and hops on.

Casey and April 

Art (c) JBadgr

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Quick morning sketch. Too lazy to do a proper ink/colour

I love the shit out of these two :} He’s all nasty from patrolling and April jdgaf and hops on.

❝ felhesznelenev asked: Which version of the turtles you draw? I tried to figure it out, but I still don't know ^^;

I like to think that they are the older 2012, but I don’t base it off of one version. I’ve loved the comics, cartoons, and movies, so I grab inspiration from all of them :) THEY ARE THE BADGER VERSIONS ;)

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