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Wow... It would be cool that Venus would be Don's twin here 💙💜

Rewatched Mutant Mayhem with friends, gives me a chance and excuse to revisit Venus De Milo in the same style

Still prefer her not being a sudden missing turtle sibling but if the crew did that I think they could probably make it work in a fun way.

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Donatello as ladybug!! AMAZING!!!

Miraculous Ladybug moment

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     OH MAN. LEAVE it to Superfly to be around when things hit the fan. He’s been trying to lay low ever since his escape from that wretched place that had both been kind enough to restore him to his proper glory and cruel enough to try and keep him caged. And yet, while doing his usual scavenging, he’s managed to find himself in pretty close proximity to some midnight scuffle that’s broken out between the ninjas and whatever hoodlums happened to fall into their line of sight. It’s far too close for comfort; those tortoises are some of the LAST people he wants to be near, and he’s sure the feeling’s mutual. It really isn’t his business if they’re getting into fights, especially not when he himself had been nothing short of VINDICTIVE towards them for opposing him. Besides, he’s got bigger problems to worry about right now.

     Yet, just as he’s about to turn and high-tail it while they’ve yet to see him, he manages to catch sight of the purple one  ( what’s his name again ?  Danny ?  Shoot, he never really did bother to catch their names, did he )  getting beamed in the back of the head by some stray object that was thrown. He’d think nothing of it — whatever, it’s just a slight bump to the head, no big deal — if not for the way the teen looks…off, from where Superfly’s standing. But— again, whatever, right ?  Just needs a moment or two to recover, then he’ll be fine. But they’re in a FIGHT. A moment or two might be a moment or two too late. And a guy’s already gearing up to swing—

     ( AH HELL. They better not make him regret his next decision. )

     Before the guy knows it, his arm’s caught between massive pincers. Superfly can feel him tense up in shock at the sudden contact, accompanied by his arm suddenly being shoved in one direction to redirect his attempted strike. His face is reflected in the blazing red compound eyes of the fly, his own eyes wide. At first, they’re wide in surprise, then they’re wide in recognition and fear.  “ Wait, “  the assailant says, “ You’re— “

     POW !  Superfly’s fist swiftly connects with the man’s jaw, sending him flying. He’s out cold as soon as he hits the ground. What can the fly say ?  He’s never been one for holding back.

     It’s shortly after Superfly’s sudden intervention that he hears Donnie’s words, prompting him to turn to face the turtle mutant. Casually, as if he didn’t just suddenly swoop in to deliver a left hook to some guy, he says, “ Bump on the head’ll sure do that to ya’. Maybe you oughta keep an eye out for airborne objects next time. “  ( Well. No one’s ever praised him for his ‘bedside manner.’ )

«Huh..? Superfly??!» Don said in a haze, holding his bo up, mostly to try to seem intimidating. Don knew he wasn’t in the shape to fight, not when he felt this hazy. He knew the pulsating pain in the back of his head was bad news, and he took a second to touch the tender area, not particularly happy of the fact he felt blood. He quickly regained his pose, holding his bo ready in both hands, ready to strike. 

»W..wait..I’m sorry we attacked you. Your brothers and sister..everyone is okay..They’re with us..»

Remember, diaphragmatic breathing. Deep. Controlled. The more oxygen flow to the brain, the better. 

«Siri. Emergency. Alert Leo.» Don said as clearly as he could, unable to keep his voice from shaking.

Siri's rose from his phone. «Alerting Leo. Sending. Sending. Immediate assistance required. Last known location, 527 Worthen Street. Bronx. Sending location. Activating emergency aid. Assess and act. Step One. Check the perimeters for safety—any threats nearby?"

«Uhh…» Don's voice wavered as he looked at Superfly, his eyes wide and scared. He barely daring to take his eyes off the other mutant, his eyes darted to the right and to his left, spotting the bodies laying motionless the ground.

«Step Two. Lay down.» Siri continued. «I can’t!» Don replied, stressed from both the pressure of the AI and the terrifying, mindblowing presence of Superfly.

«Superfly..You survived?! Ohh I’m so dead. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.» 

«Step Three. Assess and act. State critical facts.» Siri insisted.

«Wait!.. I haven’t laid down yet. Ohh I feel sick.» Don swayed a bit, and broadened his stance, feeling like he was about to pass out. 

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     THE REACTION CERTAINLY does not surprise Superfly. Actually, he’d probably be more concerned if this WASN’T the reaction he got; probably would’ve been a good indication that the teen hit his head harder than he thought. Well…that and the small amounts of blood that he caught on Donnie’s hand after he felt around the back of his head just now. Damn — more than just a bump. That’s not great.

     The mention of his siblings admittedly gives the fly pause, brows knitting together as the usual swarm of feelings that come whenever they cross his mind threaten to plague him. He’s snapped out of it just as quickly when he hears the turtle calling for reinforcements. Great, he’s gonna have to deal with more of them now. That’s exactly what he needed. Perhaps he ought to swiftly establish that he’s NOT here to cause harm, lest he wants to be their next target.

     It’s shortly after Donnie hesitates to respond to the AI’s inquiry about whether there were threats nearby that Superfly holds up his hands. “ Alright, alright, just take it easy— “ Antennae twitch in agitation at the accusation, which— yeah, sure, he should have anticipated that question coming. It’s a fair question given their last encounter. Yet he still can’t help but feel annoyed anyway.

     “ Man, I just finished knockin’ out baldie over there for ya’, alright ? “ He gestures at once to the unconscious man who he clocked just a second ago. “ I just helped you. If I’d wanted to— “ DON’T TELL THE INJURED KID THAT IF YOU WANTED TO KILL HIM, YOU’D HAVE DONE IT ALREADY. That won’t help anything right now.Nor is trying to debate with him when he’s clearly dazed. The fly cuts himself off, sighing quietly before trying again.

“ Look, I ain’t here to do anything to ya’. I was just— …in the neighbourhood.“ He knows it sounds like bullcrap, but it’s true. Wrong place, wrong time (or maybe the right place and time, depending on how one wished to look at it). “ Just sit down, lay down — whatever ya’ gotta do t’ get off of your feet ‘til your brothers get here. You don’t wanna be standing right now. “  He frankly really doesn’t want to move to put his hands on him; it’ll definitely be taken the wrong way and only serve to escalate things. That doesn’t mean he isn’t prepared to catch him if he does happen to stumble forward. He just reeeally hopes that if that happens, it’s after one of his brothers arrived. Just so— y’know. They don’t get the wrong idea.

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shvttrclik answered:

☃ — [sender] and [receiver] attempt to make a snowman together

It was a running joke in her family that Elsie was cold blooded. She never preformed well the moment it got cold, shivering like an anxious chiwawa the moment it became anywhere under room temperature. that's what the sweaters where for! Because of this, winter was her worse enemy, usually forced to bundle up so intensely she looked and FELT like a marshmallow.

But not this year. This year she was prepared. Mostly. Two pairs of thermal winter tights, a wool sweater under her jacket, heated earmuffs, gloves and the thickest boots she could find? She felt like a heater maybe, but the point is she didn't look like one push could send her rolling down a hill. She'd spent months surfing the internet, hunting down the pieces of her new arsenal until the time came. And as she stood in the knee high snow bank in the park, she felt immensely proud of herself.

Thankfully it wasn't blisteringly cold today, but the massive snowfall the night before had practically shut down the roads, meaning school had been cancelled. Usually, she'd be bundled up on her couch right now, some Christmas moving playing in the background as she scribbled away in a book, but instead here she was at the park next door, awkwardly trying to roll a ball of snow in a poor attempt to build up part of her snowman. She looked over her shoulder to her current company calling out to him.

❝ How's your part coming along Donnie!? ❞

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Winter had always been long, cold, dark, and kinda gloomy for him and his family. Like any typical reptile, he felt sluggish during the winter and, in the past, would sleep a bit more than usual. But that way of life was behind him now.

Now he was just glad to be out in the light and under the bright blue sky, enjoying the company of his friend.

"It's going good! The snow is wet enough to pack but not too icy," Don wasn't doing any fancy blueprints for this snowman, he was just eyeballing it, and doing as best as he could without too much planning, mainly focusing on just having a fun time.

Don stepped back to assess its symmetry, brushing off a few uneven parts with his hand. "This could be the legs… Hey, we’re making this together, right?" Donnie asked with a wide smile, leaning against the snowball with fogged up glasses from the cold. He slid them off his face and wiped away the condensation with his gloves, squinting at her as he worked. "How’s it going with you?"

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🐛- Donnie

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

Donnie was back in their first fight, seeing the chaos that unfolded when they were trying to function as a team. Everything unfolded just as he remembered.

Raph was being rash and impulsive and not paying attention at all, going for his first and best bet in choices of opponents. Looking around, Don noticed one of the hooligans they had been fighting back that night, holding up a gun and pointing it at his brother with a ruthless hateful expression on his face. "Raph!"

Terrified, Don grabbed the same screwdriver he had found back then, but this time it felt impossibly heavy, as if it weighed over 200 pounds. "No! Don't" Don shouted, planning to throw it to unarm the man, but the weight dragged his arms down, leaving him powerless.

A deafening bang echoed as the gun went off—once, then twice.

"NO!!" Donnie bolted awake, as the echo of the gunfire lingered in his mind. He stared up at the roof of his telt, wide eyed and scared with the horrifying dream lingering in his mind.

"..Yikes.." Leo said from his bed, sitting up. "You scared me half to death."

"Relax, donnie, this is IRL alright?" Raph grumbled, and Mikey peered down at them from his bunk bed. "I think we all need therapy to be honest."

"Sorry guys..just a bad dream.." Donnie said, and sighed in relief, not really sure if he wanted to go back to sleep again though.

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April's anxiety

"Hey... guys? Are you asleep?" Donatello's voice broke the silence in the dark room. "Have you ever thought about..why April got so sick on camera? I mean... do you think something happened to her? It's—it's making me kinda worried."

Silence.

Don turned back to his computer-screen, rereading the words that was haunting him:

Anxiety + throwing up. ✕ ]

Extreme anxiety can make someone throw up.

What causes extreme anxiey ✕ ]

Extreme anxiety is caused by trauma. Risk factors : Children who endure trauma or witness traumatic events are at higher risk of developing an anxiety disorder later in life. Stress buildup. Personality disorders. Genetic predisposition.

The words blurred together in his mind, their implications twisting in his gut.

"That's... not really our business, is it?" Leo's voice finally broke through the quiet, firm but hesitant.

"She's our friend, Leo. Don't you care? I'd think you, of all people, would care the most."

"Off-curse I do. But..having respect is kinda part of that, you know?"

Ouch. The words cut right to his core, and it nearly made tears sprout to his eyes. Especially coming from Leo. Don almost wondered if he didn't like him googling stuff like that, and playing the doc or whatever. Maybe it got too personal. Or maybe he WAS being disrespectful?

"Leo I.. didn't mean to..be disrespectful. I was just worried. But she's getting better right?"

"Yeah, I definitely think so... Night."

"Night."

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Content: After being separated from his brothers following a fight, Donnie finds himself in the hands of TGRI and is confronted with a very difficult choice. Part 1

"Look. I will not hurt you." Cynthia said, her eyes stern as she studied Donatello. "I want to cooperate with you."

"You tortured two of my brothers. You hurt us. Why would I-"

"Yes yes. I get it. I will explain."

She used an app on her phone to reveal a large collection of images on the large screens above their heads. The content had been taken from their social media, from obvious sources like tik-tok and such, as well as from several hacked sources. They all revealed Donatellos creations, both of the type he had worked on for short periods of time, and longer.

Donatellos eyes widened in surprise, before a grave concern fell over his face. She had hacked HIS computer? Without him knowing? One thing was hacking his brothers phones, that could happen, but HIS computer? "How.."

"These works are yours, yes? I like them. Some of these inventions can be quite useful to me. I need a smart, clever engineer like you on my team."

"I..those are just-"

"What? harmless toys? I think not.." She revealed a couple explosions he had made, and then some of his work on Bishop's robot.

Donnie hesitated for a moment. It was true that his inventions sometimes became more dangerous than he had originally meant for them to be, but.

"I'm..just a kid." He said, smiling, with a nervous squint to his eyes.

"True. Actually. According to my data, you just turned 15.

"Wait. You know my age?"

"Not your exact age, that is extremely difficult to find out, but if it is important to you, I can see what I can do. However. Telomeres. you know, telomeres?"

"Yeah? repetitive DNA..?"

"Sequences. Correct. By measuring the length of telomeres, I can estimate how much of your cellular aging has occurred. Also taking into account normal turtle and human growth patterns.."

She swiped the screen of her phone, revealing a sleek, rotating 3D model of a DNA double helix. "This is your DNA." She said dryly.

"You just.. took my DNA? You should ask first you know?" Don said, glancing to her and back to the screen, disturbed with the lack of respect she had for his life, and his rights.

"For your permission?"

"Yeah?" Don said, voice laced with frustration.

"Why? you are my property."

"No I'm not!" Don shot back, angrily. "We never agreed to mutate, and second, if someone did own me, it would’ve been whoever owned me back when I was just a regular turtle, but they don't own me now because I'm my own person!" His words raced out of him, furiously.

"Be quiet." Cynthia barked, feeling her blood boiling.

Don frowned with deep concern with the crazy lady and her wild ideas. And now she had his DNA..who knew what she would do with it.

His glance fell to the locks on his arms, and he wriggles his wrists a little. His arms were firmly secured with metal locks and so was his legs. He couldn't move an inch. Glancing around, he thought about how strange this place was. It didn't even look like a real lab. But it was oddly fitting for Cynthia he thought. Just like her, it felt like this place was taken straight form some kooky sci fi horror movie.

"Back to the point. This is your DNA. Don't you want to know more?"

Don looked at her with a resigned, stubborn and studious look.

There was no way he was giving into cooperation, that was one thing.

Second, he needed to know how his brothers were doing, and if they were here too. All he could remember was being jumped by a group of purple dragons, getting hit in the head, suddenly seeing Superfly there, and then texting Leo for help. And now.. he was here..

Don was curious about his DNA, for sure, but from this person who was obviously mentally deranged? He couldn't trust her telling the truth.

"Look, I have copies of 97% of the world's DNA databases. So, I simply ran a cross-check and found a match. Isn't that interesting? Don't you want to know more?"

Don's mouth pressed into a thin line as he stared up at her. A match.. So someone else in this world shared his DNA. She thought she could bait him with this? That wasn't going to happen. He had spent his entire life wanting to know more about who he was, but he wasn’t about to take a favor from her—not like this.

"Where are my brothers? Are they here?"

"No." She smiled. "Just you."

"I don't want to talk right anymore.." Don said quietly, and looked down at his lap. It was pointless to ask her anything, as he had no reason to trust she was speaking the truth. Besides, he was feeling deep upset and hurt over being treated like an object. All he wanted was to be alone, and think about what to do next.

"We can take a break." Cynthia said, turning the screens off to leave him there. "We will talk again soon."

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for the muse hate thing (i swear i dont actually hate hik but i like angst 😊)

Yeah, MM Donnie having self-esteem issues makes sense, he's a weeb and fights horribly; how the heck is he a ninja, exactly? Omg and don't get me started. He can get contacts, right? I bet the glasses don't make anything better for him. Worst turtle ever.

Send anon hate to my muse! :^)

Make it angsty, make it silly, do whatever you want! Go ham!!! Just let my muse know how much of a menace to society they are! Do it coward :^) ( Accepting )

Looking at the message on his phone, Donnie searched for the logical thread. One. Being a "weeb." The term had become a little diluted over time, but sure, he liked Japanese pop culture. Anime, specifically. He loved it so much, in fact, that he had several hard drives packed with every series imaginable.

But fighting horribly? That wasn't true. Donnie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Sure, their first skirmishes hadn’t been perfect, but they’d grown a lot since then. "C'mon, that’s just dumb," he muttered, scrolling down.

Next part was about his glasses. What was wrong with his glasses? Donnie arched an eye ridge and instinctively adjusted them with a tap of his finger. "Contacts? Yeah, no. I’m not sticking anything in my eyes." He paused, frowning slightly, and lifted his glasses off his face for a moment. "Though… maybe I should get my sight checked soon."

By the time Donnie finished reading, he wasn’t hurt so much as puzzled. The message felt like a nonsensical ramble.. None of it made any logical sense, and if it didn’t make sense, it wasn’t worth his time.

"You're pretty naive if you think this would hurt me. It's like calling me dumb when I know I'm not. I'm not upset by this."

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NUZI and mm/tottmnt!LEOTELLO

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Hehe

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APRILNARDO!! 💙💛

Cold ❄️

Of course I'd slip some shipping...

This is part of the Mutant Christmas 2024 art challenge

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Parents & daughter duo

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Shredder will be walking Superfly...

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Well, but the sound fits.

Really, what is it called? :_

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Mother and daughter duo