#2k3 dark donnie

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

You guys should read the newest chapter of AHC AU: Taking Pawns. It's called "Chapter 12: Bishop Attempts Dinner." Which should tell you everything you need to know frankly lol <3

[mintyyyshake9000]

Some 03 Donnie doodles :3

Close ups under the cut

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

SCREAMING

Fast Forward enjoyers pspsps come check out the continuation fic I'm co-writing Taking Pawns. It's totally a normal found family fic with nothing nefarious going on at all prommy

[Please reblog if you don't mind?]

[friedonionchkn]

so um...dark clones anyone??? (no i have not watched 2k3 season 6 Fast Forward YET, but i did see clips of the dark turtles and i couldn't help myself)

Update: they’ve got clothes now!

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hear me out! Pillow Talk with the 2k3 Turtles or the Dark Turtles! The aftermath of a passion filled night or a spur of the moment! Is one cuddly and needy after? What would they say to reader in the afterglow?? Would they get nervous and dare ask “how was it?” Would reader be round 2 ready? lol ❤️💚💙🧡💜

Pillow Talk (Fluff?) (18+)

Dark Turtles x reader

A/N: It’s a long time ago since I’ve done the Dark Turtles, so why not go with them. I don’t think the Dark Turtles would get particularly nervous, but I do think they would have their own little quirks. Anyway, here you go, hope you’ll enjoy🖤💚

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Implied sex before and after, implied orale - female receiving.

Dark Leonardo:

Dark Leo is an absolute sucker for the tender moments that happened after sex. He would never admit it, but his actions betrayed him. With sweat just beginning to evaporate from the two of you and your legs still entangled, he loved it when you laid there in each other’s arms, still relishing in the afterglow of the orgasms you had had just moments ago.

You didn’t necessarily have to talk during these moments. Sometimes you and Leo found that comfortable silence spoke louder than words. And after what he had just put you through, it wasn’t strange for you to get drusy in his arms, before falling asleep with a satisfied smile. It made him feel strong, like a protector. And there was just something about the fact that he had gotten you so worn out, that made Leo feel proud. He did that to you. He made you feel so good, that you almost couldn’t stay awake anymore.

During these moments Leo would watch over you, his eyes filled with love as you fell asleep against him. Just moments ago you had been begging him to make you cum over and over again, and now you were so exhausted after gaining exactly what you wanted, that you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Leo couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He did that to you, and you let him do that.

It wouldn’t be long before Leo too fell asleep with your head on his plastron, knowing that when you woke up, the two of you would go take a shower and clean up together, but not without another round in the shower.

Dark Raphael:

Though you may be absolutely worn out after several rounds with Dark Raph, feeling your body ache with that wonderful pain that only could come about from sex, your eyelids getting heavy, don’t expect to be sleeping straight away. Raph loved to cuddle and talk, just moments after having had his dick inside of you, pounding you into absolut oblivion.

Raph loved talking to you about anything between heaven and earth, adoring how you still had trouble speaking, after - as Raph liked to put it - having had your speech fucked out of you. It was nice and calm, with a silence rarely heard from you and Raph when alone in bed.

However, with you and Raph being the way that you are, the silence wouldn’t stay long. Soon - as you regained your ability to speak - the two of you would find something to argue about for fun. That would evolve to the two of you poking each other, until one of you found poke a ticklish spot. And that would undoubtedly turn into a tickle fight in the bed you had just had sex in.

Raph loved the feeling of a mock fight, even if it was to see who could gain dominance during a tickle fight. It triggered some deep animalistic urge in Raph. Whether that was his turtle side or his kanabo side, he couldn’t tell. But with you still sore from your earlier love making, it wasn’t hard for Raph to overpower you. And that would - in many cases - turn into yet another round of a good pound.

Dark Donatello:

After the hot and heavy sex, that you and Donnie had been engaged in for what felt like several wonderful hours, Donnie loved to talk to you. Sometimes you would talk about the sex you had just had. You would talk about what you liked and what you didn’t like (not that there really was anything that either of you didn’t like), which you could bring with you to the next time you got physical with each other.

It wasn't because Donnie was scared you didn’t like what he was doing, but because he liked for both of you to feel heard and seen. Maybe he did this one thing he thought that you were really into, only to learn that you weren’t actually that much into that, and would actually like Donnie to stop doing it. Same thing for him. But so far there hadn’t been anything like it, but Donnie liked to keep the space open, making sure you both felt safe enough to speak your mind. In other words - Donnie found good communication with you very sexy.

Maybe that is the reason why, his tail seemed to get a mind of its own when you were talking, growing restless before slowly making its way for you. Gripping a soft hold of your ankle while neither you or Donnie noticed, before slowly making its way up your legs, until you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable feeling of Donnie’s tail gliding across the insides of your thigh, going for either your backdoor or front.

Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail? Round two with the assistance of Donnie’s tail.

Dark Michelangelo:

When talking about pillow talk, many people might think of something calm and intimate. Soft spoken with tender touches, and love filled looks that spoke the words “I adore you”, over and over again, while holding each other close, like you were fragile and easily bruised. Well, if that’s how you think of pillow talk, then you obviously haven’t met Dark Mikey.

Pillow talk with Mikey wasn’t this intimate and calm affair some might expect. It is filled with one bad joke after another, that somehow still managed to crack you up. He was bouncy, rarely sitting still with you in the bed, even if your legs was aching from all the things Mikey had done to you just a few moments before. It was just part of Mikey’s charm, and the thought of him doing anything else felt strange and foreign to you.

Just because Mikey was a kanabo clone of Michelangelo, it didn’t mean that he was free of his counterparts' ADHD tendencies. And one of the places where these tendencies became apparent, was when the two of you rolled around the bed, still feeling the dopamine and adrenaline from the highs you had just been through. It was here that Mikey remembered all the things he had been wanting to tell you throughout the day. He told you about that adorable dog-like creature he had seen on the street, and how he thought about telling you the moment he saw it. Basically sharing everything that had happened to him throughout the day, as a way to show that he often thought of you.

However, Mikey’s nature dictated that he couldn’t just sit and talk to you for hours on end - especially not when you were still naked from your prior actions, looking ever so enticing for Mikey and his constantly wandering mind. Let’s just say, Mikey’s mouth went from talking to performing another welcomed act, this time between your legs.

[magicalboything]

tmnt pixels ? :3

i dont usually do pixel req anymore but KJHGEHJDHGHJEH ohmygod ninja turtle. ninja. tortle love them so much skrunkly silly pops SCREAMS ./pos

mikey/orange pixels - ☆ ☆ ☆

donnie/purple pixels - ☆ ☆ ☆

leo/blue pixels - ☆ ☆ ☆

raph/red pixels - ☆ ☆ ☆

and depending on what version of the turtles your looking for their signature colors can go with other colors too ! ie; rise leo blue/red, most donnies purple/green/black, 2k12 & rise mikey orange/yellow/rainbow, 2k3/2k12 raph black/dark grey/dark purple and so on !

pixels/favicons made by me,,,

misc favicons

shredders revenge game pixels - might need to downsize for a favicon look

random pixels i found,,,

[angelmichelangelo]

rabid

chapter 3/? verse: 2k3 rating: t word count: 4.9k words

read on ao3!

x

Mikey says nothing as they continue to walk down the long, thankfully seemingly empty stretch of tunnel. He again, doesn’t bother trying to ask if perhaps Leo had any clue as to where they were going, not quite wanting to prompt another outburst like earlier. And it’d admittedly scorned him a little – he wasn’t a total stranger to being on the wrong end of Leo’s angry side every now and then, but even so with this whole broody, moody get up he had going on as of late, it was often times reserved just for Raph or even on the rarer occasions Donnie, and for whatever reason unbeknownst to him that he hadn’t bothered to really question until now, Leo had put a leash on it and pulled it back just for Mikey’s sake. It makes his gut curl, wondering if perhaps he’d already exhausted all of his little brother privileges against this darkness that’d grown inside his brother as it had taken over like a horrid, ugly, mean parasitic bug that wasn’t going to let go without a fight. Despite what Leo had said earlier about no more breaks, he does eventually stop, a little winded sounding to set Mikey up against the wall so he can catch his breath. There’s a long, drawn out silence that settles between them as Mikey favors his good leg, standing there idle, working up the courage to just say anything – and he wonders if maybe this is what Don feels like on a daily basis, being the shy one and all. “You okay?” He finds himself asking in a small voice. He watches with a bated breath as Leo runs a hand tiredly over his face, each ragged line highlighted by the tedious long hours he’d been awake for, and Mikey had a startling suspicion that his older brother probably hadn’t slept much before all the rampant mutant chasing, either.

“Peachy,” he says in a tone that was eerily reminiscent of Raphael. There’s a beat of silence where Mikey believes he’s not going to ask back, just to spite him, but above everything, Leo is a big brother first. “How’re you feeling now?”

Mikey shrugs. Thankfully for him, all of his hurts had kind of just… shut off so to speak. He knew that it was something to do with adrenaline and shock and the greater power of survival that was surging him forward but as they stopped and rested, it allowed it to all slowly creep up on him again.

“I’m okay,” he tells Leo with a half assed shrug of his shoulders, hoping it came out as casual as he’d hoped. “Just a little thirsty is all.”

Leo hums, brow creasing. He turns and looks downwards towards the rest of the tunnel, not that there was much to look at after the first few feet are swallowed up by the inky darkness before them.

[aquietwritingcorner]

While everyone is saying goodbye to each other, The Wrong Side of the Portal Mikey and Michelangelo from cabin 10 approach you!

They... don't seem upset like everyone else.

"Want some stickers?" Michelangelo asks, holding out a bunch of stickers for you to choose from. "We have enough."

"They glow in the dark!" Mikey cheerfully added, bouncing on his heels. "Like our magic! To remember us."

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

(From @itzzaira for @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion for my 2k3 Little Don AU.)

"Ohhh!" the eight-year-old Donnie reached for the stickers, clearly wanting to look through them. How could he not, with a pitch like that? Glow in the dark like magic? They sounded really cool! And stickers! Maybe he could put them on him like these other Mikey's did.

His Mike was with with him, too, and he reached for a few of the stickers as well, giving them a quick look over. They were probably fine, but if anyone was going to find the not-fine stickers, it would be his baby brother. Donnie was just a magnet for things like that.

"These are pretty rad, bro," he said to the other two Mikeys. "Mind if I take a few?"

"Can we put them on ourselves, too?" Donnie asked, pointing to the stickers the others wore. "That looks like fun!"

"Of course!" Mikey said with a grin. "What else would we do with them?" He looked back up at the other two Mikeys. "Thanks for this. And yeah. I'm sure we'll all see each other again!"

[secreterces5]

🦋 Hi, I'm Charlie! This is my art blog! I also have a main (secreterces-charlie), a turtle blog (teenagemutantninjatrauma) and a somewhat DST oriented blog that is more like a second main (charlie-charlie-yes-i-am-here). Recently added a Deltarune OC ask blog (secret-horses) the art from which will likely show up here too!

🦋 I mostly post Don't Starve and TMNT art right now, as well as attempts at original stuff :)

🦋 I do commissions! If you'd like to learn more about those, head on over to here 👉 https://secreterces5.carrd.co

🦋 I also have a ToyHouse for all my OCs and sonas and whatnot, because I keep making more, unfortunately!

⭐ General organization tags! ⭐

#🌹 charlie's art ;; #🌹 oc art ;; #🌹 self art ;; #🌹 charlie's animations

#🌹 chareblog ;; #🌹 my friends' art! ;; #🌹 other people's ocs

⭐ Ongoing stuff! ⭐

🌹 2k3 separated AU - a TMNT 2003 Separated AU! Mikey is a Timestress, Leo is a Foot Ninja, and Donnie is missing entirely. Raph, after growing up with only his dad, decides to try and find his brothers!

🌹 Revolution Radio AU - a fic I'm writing on AO3! The 2003 ninja turtles start a radio broadcast!

🌹 AHC AU - art for the Actions Have Consequences AU, co-written with @/violetvulpini on AO3, about president Bishop accidentally adopting Cody Jones and the Dark Turtles after the Fast Forward season.

🌹 Clone Zixx Theory - art operating on my headcanon that Zixx is a Bishop clone. Mostly made this tag for adding context to my art, not gonna lie.

🌹 TCAJ - To Catch a Jackdaw, a to-be-published original story of mine about different worlds intertwining and causing magical events of catastrophic proportions. Currently involving characters Aran, Flip and Iotash.

🌹 the haters club - a roleplay inspired scenario between me and a friend where several no-longer-human people team up to be racist against monsters who literally did nothing to them. they make each other worse and are besties. Currently consisting of DST Charlie, TMNT Stockman and Bishop, and TOH Belos (and Lilith, kinda?)

🌹 Survivor Charlie AU - a Don't Starve AU where Charlie is somehow dethroned and now one of the Survivors!

🌹 Magician Interview! - small DST snippets of Charlie and Maxwell's life before... well, before.

Graveyard of unlikely-to-be-elaborated-upon-right-now AUs under the cut 👍

🌹 Spider Queen Charlie AU - Maxlie but they're cannibalistic spider hybrids

🌹 DST pirates AU - Maxwell is a somewhat struggling pirate captain. Wilson Higgsbury never wanted to be a pirate but ends up having to work with one anyways. They seek out the pirate queen for help, but unfortunately, there is relationship drama involved.

🌹 Understarve AU - An Undertale AU of Don't Starve Together. Wilson Higgsbury, a human, loses his way and wanders into a world of monsters. Maxwell and Charlie are plant monsters, studying magic to hopefully one day free monsterkind.

🌹 Spilled Beans AU - A Don't Starve AU where Maxwell tells Charlie everything. They are doomed, either way.

🌹 Stolen Blessing AU - Philza Minecraft is an angel committing crimes. It doesn't work out great for him.

🌹 The Sun Can't Stop Us AU - An Apritello Rise of the TMNT AU based on the Greatest Showman movie where Donnie is an acrobat and April falls in love with him.

🌹 UDOA AU - Unwanted, Dead or Alive! A Fast Forward AU in which somehow, Leo is the only ninja turtle left standing as his family goes missing and their disappearance is pinned on him. With the help from the Dark Turtles, he now has to clear his name and find his family, all the while looking for the true culprit behind this and bonding with his kind-of-sort-of brothers.

🌹 Old Man Mikey AU - The year is 2275, and you have just graduated under your master with the title of chūnin. "Who will be my new master, though, sensei?" you inquire, unable to contain your curiosity. Your sensei names a person that you frankly didn't even think was real. "The Ancient One, of course." (Or, Mikey became the Ancient One long after Fast Forward.)

[sassatello]

I'm just curious to know, if you were able to rewrite/reboot the 2k3 TMNT what changes would you make? I'm guessing adding a female turtle with an original/good background story and making all the traumatic events that happened to Don have sequences like the "Good Genes" mutation or adressing/explaining what happened to the missing future Donnie after the SAINW episode ? The 2k3 TMNT was a masterpiece and had the closest adaptation to the early tmnt comic, but they screw it up in the Forward season because it was no longer dark and the art style was more childish.

im too sleepy to write cohesive thoughts, sorry, so i will keep this short

i'd ignore the last two seasons because i can't help but being a hater, and then i'd add some idw storylines and characters bc i think they're cool

[tmnt2k12defender]

Up late, so I'm fixing my pinned post. So, yeah. By now, you know my name’s Josie. I’m 32 & a Gemini. I am SHIP & LET SHIP. Anti’s dni, thank you very much. If you even go so far as to bring race into fandoms enjoyment & such, PLEASE. Stay the hell away from my blog. For the love of all things fun & go touch some grass. -___-;;;

Getting rid of the byf cause I'm hardly on the dashboard as it is on the personal. But if you've followed me before, you know my likes & dislikes. ❤️ I am a PROUD TCEST Stan. If that bothers you, unfollow & block me now. Because as of now & so on, I really don't give a fuck what anti's think. My interests have revolved back into the tmnt zone. Though I still love Total Drama. 

My F/O's:

Leonardo ( 2k3/2k12/2k7 <3 )

Splinter ( 2k12 - heart eyes mf <3 )

Noah

Favored ships I support: ( long list below the cut! <3 )

TMNT franchise:

LeoRaph ( all verses )

LeoMikey ( all verses )

LeoDon ( all verses )

2k12 Leo/2k7 Leo

RaphDon ( all verses )

Leonardo/Oroku Saki ( 2k12 verse only for a reason. #1 hateship<3 )

LeoApril

LeoKarai

DarkLeo/Leo

Rise Donnie/ 2k12 Donnie

Rise Donnie/ 2k12 Raphael

ANY Dark turtles/turtles ( can even be from the other verses<3 )

Leonardo/Bishop

Donatello/Bishop

Dark Donatello/Bishop

Irma/Donatello

Irma/Casey

Raphael/Slash

Raphael/Mona Lisa

Leonardo/TigerClaw

Leonardo/Usagi

Leonardo/Karai

April/Bishop

April/Casey

April/Raphael

Keno/Raphael

Keno/Michelangelo

Total Drama franchise:

NOCO stan. Not Nemma, but NOCO.<3 Noco, AleNoah, you get me.

Heairra ( Heather/Sierra )

DJ/Katie

Geoff/Gwen ( f-u they have more chemistry & more healthy than Geoff/Bridgette tbh. )

[ducknotinarow]

[💜🧡2k3 MikeyDon]

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”

| Muse interaction

Mikey? Yeah he was openly physically affectionate in and out of relationships. Especially compared to his brothers physical touch was just how he gave and loved to be given love. Especially when it came to Donnie. He liked when they would gently pat the top of his head, it always gave him the smallest of a rush. Of uhh serotonin? Ha yeah that's it. Seems spending time around Don was a good thing for his brain since he hung on any word that left his brothers beak.

Especially since Don had a bad habit of staying cooped up in his lab all day long if able. Why Mikey savored when Donnie would cave in to the begging and sleep in his bed with him. Was also the only times Mikey made sure his room was clean. He's not sure if there was colleration but he had a hunch that Don more perfered not having crumbs or comic books all over the bed. For someone who sleeps at thier work bench so much seemed a tad picky. But hey Mikey was willing to put up with it.

Anything for Donatello, after all. Besides, if it might getting to have his partner next to him in bed. It was a fair trade-off for a chore here and there. Mikey was slightly thinking this all over to himself as he was in the middle spot if being asleep and awake. Snoozing as his body rested but his brain was still sort of in a thinking mode. The lair seemed quite woth no one up and about. Outside klunk he could kind of tell the cat was roaming around in the room right now. Mikey turned in his sleep expecting his arm to land over Don but only met the soft plush of his mattress. Not waiting to wake up but too disappointed by the lack of Don beside him. Je finally let's skt blue eyes part.

His vision a little blurry at first it didn't take long to adjust to the darkness of his room at least but he still hummed over the fact there wasn't anyone of his left. Beak tugging down into a pout as he rub at his eyes. Helping to clear his vision once he blinked a few times. Finding his theory to be right.

"You whore!" Mikey exclaimed as he slammed his hand to the bed.

Expecting that Don had snuck out of the room to go back to the lab. Mikey rolled out his bed already grumbling over the fact he went to all the effort to make his room suitable for his partner only for Donatello to pull this on him. He looked around for a moment before snagging one of his comics off the floor to roll up. Giving his poor Spider issue 12 a kiss to ask for forgiveness the ink and paper. Before he charged out of his bed room. Oh Raphael might be the walking bad mood but Mikey was ready to show he could be just as upset. Well okay maybe not on Raph's level but he was still pretty damn steamed here. "Oh I swear I'm gonna-ahh!"

Any anger Mikey had harboring in his system at the time was quickly extinguished at the sight of another form just outside his room. He felt his heart racing at the shadowy figure. What was it foot ninja? Maybe another mutant? A fucking demon even! Look they run into a lot of shit nothing turly surpised Mikey anymore but fuck did it fuel his fears. Least he bothered to react as he swung his arm and smacked what or whoever it was with his rolled up comic. The voice that reacted was confused and slightly disoriented but familiar.

Mikey slowly peeked an eye open when he hears the sound. "Don?" Sure enough it seemed to be the very turtle he was looking for. Miking fixed his expression into clear annoyance now still minding to keep his voice low enough as he speaks up suddenly. "What the hell are you doing! Trying to take years of my life! I thought you were a fucking demon!"

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”

Mikey was not impressed if that was meant to be funny. He moved to cross his arms over the front of his plastron. Don did look like he had just woken up, though, from how he seemed to be adjusting to the dark. Offering Mikeu the soft smile of his. "Don I swear if I gotta start tying you to the damn bed I will." He threatened slightly there's a faint hint that he isn't kidding here. "I'm missing out on a soil eight hours of Don cuddles here!" Turly a crisis to Mikey, though in his little dramric remark he was voicing a need of his own her towards his brother. Sure sure Mikey knows Don can't control that he sleep walks. "Jeez even in your sleep ya can't rest? Worse when you got me to be cuddly with?" Mikeys disappointment is clear here even if he's being dramtic over the whole ordeal. Reaching over to grab at his brothers hand the other pointing a finger into thier face.

"When I say I don't want you to get what do you say dove?" Mikey waits giving Donatello a chance to answer the question. Mikey simply takes hold of thier chin to move thier lower beak. "Mikey doesn't want me to get up." He tries and mocks thier voice before smiling and moving to gently pat the side of Don's face. "Good boy." He teases a little before tugging Donnie with him and dragging him back to bed.

"Seriously though Don you got me worried." Mikey points out "bad enough you lock up in your lab where I can't give you all my love and affection mind you. Also you go days with out rest and when you do you ditch me! And walk.around the lair!! I wouldn't be surpised if you work on you sleep dude!"

Mikey went on to express his worries towards his brother it really was a worry how poorly Don took care of himself after all. Running as if he were machine himself. Mikey sighs heavily before reaching his bed where he tugs against Don again letting fall back on to his bed. Crawling on next as he moves to rest over them. "I won't tie you tonight but I'm still making you stay put got it your punishment is staying in bed till I decide I'm ready to wake up."

Clearly a very cruel punishment for Donatello. Well, considering they were a workaholic, it hinestly could be. Mikey soon let gravity do its job as he flops on top of his brother. Slightly shift around till he finds himself comfortable. Head resting against Don's plastron and arms snaking to curl around their sides. Smile tugged at the corner of his beak. As he sighs out content once again. "I don't want you to get up." He says waiting for Donnie to answer like he was told before as he. "Good boy now let me sleep. It's not as easy when not with me."

[the-dying-star]

• My favorite line I have written so far? That's pretty difficult. I have to go with two;

"If you are a monster, then you are the most exquisite monster I have ever known."

And

"That's just a fancy word for slut."

Im leaving them both out of context here.

• I honestly can't think of anything right now. I typically enjoy the characters as they are.

• I have no comments yet. Lol sooooo none.

• I don't think I have any wild ones

° I write anywhere since I typically just write in my phone's notepad app for now. Although I prefer to be at home instead of work, but I'm not picky.

• I have a rough outline but I typically add the majority as I go.

• I'll share the Prologue to my WIP below the bullets.

• I have actually only read two fandoms of fanfics. TMNT and My Chemical Romance.

• I post at random

• Silence...lol

• Probably my current one honestly, If Not For Me, the one this Blog centers around.

• Myself honestly. If others like it. Cool.

• I was honestly bored and couldn't find any other fanfica to read. So I started writing my own .

• I love writing my OCs. But I enjoy TMNT 2k3 Donatello and 2K3 Raphael.

• Dude....Rise Donnie and Rise Leo and also 2K3 Leo...I feel like I write them terribly but I stopped caring lol. 2K3 Donnie is so much easier for me.

• I have only written TMNT fanfics so far. But they are also both crossovers with one of my fav book series.

• Often since I have to proof read a few times and I often reread chapters to see how they flow and if anything needs added or taken out.

• Nope.

• I would pick INFM but I have never thought of casting honestly.

• Sometimes art but mostly music!

• I do some research yes. With my current work I have deep dived into different demons and angels from mythology.

• If the scale is 1 for wildly original and 10 for canon compliant I like a aolid 2-3 lol

• Relationship. I pretty much only write romance. Can't help it. Sorry not sorry. Lol

• Yesss. I have. So honestly they are both easy and difficult. The difficulty comes in finding tactful ways to describe things. And dialogue. The easy part is knowing how they flow.

• I can write fluff. All day. Angst. Oof

• I like a happy ending. But also I live for a cliff hanger. Because it typically means a sequel lol

• Three.

• Nope

• I realllyyy have enjoyed Dark Underwold on fanfic . net. Her Morningstar trilogy and accompanying works inspired some of the imagery and mythology in my own fic. And I have been really enjoying All Roads Lead Home by @spirit-of-the-westao3 (shameless shoutout! Go read it)

• My older brother loved the 87 TMNT and got me into it. And then I was heavily into the 2k3 TMNT as a kid, like, would come home from school and would turn on Nick at the exact time I needed to watch it. I was hooked from there. And at least one of my friends loves them too so I had someone to geek out with.

• Nope lol

• Life lesson? Do it for yourself.

• long fics

• Not exactly.

• I have no advice... I'm in it right now. It sucks lol I'm sorry.

• Nah.

• I am spare parts...If trope means what I think it means then Romance. Lol

• Ohhhhhh man If Not For Me. 100% if you ever want to. Do it. Please. Bring it to life. Lol i need to see it how you see it.

• The Prologue to INFM •

𝕴𝖋 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

He didn't remember a time when he had felt this at peace. He didn't remember much of anything really.

Weird.

Everything was wonderful here.

Everything was perfect here.

He didn't need to remember.

𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨? ��𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

He stretched his arms up toward the sunshine and smiled at the steady warmth that he absorbed from it as he wandered the large expanse of tall glittering green grass. It felt good on his pebbly textured green skin.

𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Leo?

He stopped and furrowed his brow.

Who was Leo?

He shrugged again and continued walking. He walked the same path everyday now for.....

"Huh....I don't even know how long." He smiled serenely to himself as he crested a large hill and looked down at the field below.

It was covered in fluffy pink, magenta, coral and white flowers for as far as he could see really. He descended the hill and wandered through the field slowly. The green foliage under the heavy heads of the blooms brushed against his clothed legs.

His three fingered hands brushed against the soft petals as he passed by.

Every time he moved through them and disturbed them by touching the silky soft petals they released their intoxicating perfume into the air.

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

He laid down within the field of flowers and pulled a deep breath in through his nose. He wasn't sure why he came here every day. It felt...right....or familiar. Something like that.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺.

He shook his head. Barely able to dislodge the strange images that kept bombarding him.

He looked up at the brilliant blue sky and watched as giant fluffy white clouds floated by slowly. He watched the massive flower heads bob in a lazy breeze and he reached up to brush his fingers over them again. Hmmm

What were they called again?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Poppies? Hmm no. That wasn't it.

𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Pansies? No no. Not it.

𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘈 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Petunias?.... Absolutely not.

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘪�� 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦s 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Primroses?...Still nope.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘓𝘦𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

He furrowed his brow again and stared intently at one of the soft pink blooms. Something about them felt so familiar. So safe.

They felt like.

Home.

But where was home?

"𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥." 𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵!"

"𝘕𝘰!"

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦."

"P𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨ă, 𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨. 𝘕�� 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳ă𝘪 𝘧ă𝘳ă 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

"𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵."

He rubs at his temples as a steady searing pain blossoms there. Something warm trickles from his tympanum. He lifts his fingers to touch it, bringing them in front of his face. Something metallic and gold is there on his finger tips.

Home. Where is home?

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱.

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯...𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦." 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.

"𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦......𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭....𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦......𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦." 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨.

He sat bolt upright as pain speared his temples again.

"Peonies!" He nearly screamed. The pain throbbed again and he had to grit his teeth.

"Peonies. Feel like home. You...are home. I said I would find you." The turtle wiped at the golden liquid that trickled from his nostrils and shifted to his knees. He squeezed his eyes shut.

He had to remember.

He had to remember everything.

He reached up to his neck where he had just noticed the light weight of something hanging there.

His fingers delicately brushed against the slim silver chain necklace and he wrapped them around it and tugged. The chain snapped off and he held it in his palm. He gazed at it and watched as it pulsed with a golden glow and morphed into the shinmering image of a silver and gold elongated eight pointed star, hovering over his open palm.

He had to remember. Remember home.

He grasped at the star and pulled it back towards him, pushing it into his plastron, right over his heart.

Remember.

His heart was hammering in his chest. Tattooing a rapid beat there.

Home.

Memories flickered over his closed eyelids. Pain kept a steady throb in his temples.

His brothers.

He had to grit his teeth as the pain turned to an agonizing burn.

His family.

He cried out in pain, doubling over, holding his hands against his head as if it were splitting in two and he had to hold the pieces together.

Luciana.

The pain suddenly stopped along with the flashing memories. He took in a deep, shaking breath and looked around. Thankfully he was alone.

Or so he thought.

Where was he?

"Oh fuck." He remembered now. He remembered everything. He was dead. Very dead. Super dead.

He lifted his hands to wipe the ichor off his face and on his-

He looked down and noticed he was wearing only a pair of white slacks and a white tunic.

"Shit. There's no fucking way. Not with all the crimes I committed. Assault. Assault with a deadly wrapon. Blackmail. Cyber crimes, Harboring a wanted criminal, Illegal possession of firearms, the list can keep going..." He was muttering to himself as he stood up and started walking out of the field.

"There's no way they'd let me in here. And I thought I was supposed to go wherever the Hamato clan is." He narrowed his eyes in contemplation as he crested the hill again and looked around.

Yup. There was no denying what he was seeing. Glittering white city. Sunshine. Feilds of flowers. Golden gates off in the distance.

"Fucking Heaven." He growled lowly, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

He was in Heaven. And he definitely did not belong there.

• Thanks for reading if you made it this far I'm super nervous about posting this here hahaha 😅•

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

These are always fun so I wanted to make one! Reblog this and let others send you an ask based on any of these emojis/questions:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

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👓 What helps you focus when you write?

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🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

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🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

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😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I've been binging your x readers the past few days, and they're so well done!! If it's not much trouble, could you do a 2k3 Donnie x GN Reader during the Adventures in Turtlesitting/Good Genes arc? I've been turning the thought of (Y/N) witnessing his transformation and going "Like Hell I'm not gonna do something about this" and doing what they can to make a cure; even standing up to Bishop and Stockman. I'm a sucker for "You helped me, it's the least I could do to help you" stories. >u<

Secondary Mutation (Angst)

2003!Donatello x reader

A/N: Thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you to say💚 This arch goes over three episodes, but I’ve tried cut it down and make it more precise, making the main focus the showdown and all that at Area 51. Hope you enjoy💜

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Warning: Spelling (was a little tired towards the ending. Long day😅), Donnie with a secondary mutation, Bishop and Stockman being assholes, a little hostage situation like?

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You were there when it happened. You witnessed the whole thing as it unfolded. Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo and dropped you and a sick Donatello off at April’s place. It had been Leo’s idea, citing it would be good to keep both of you out of the sewers, while he and the other’s went on a hunt for Bishop’s mutants. You too thought it was a good idea, except it meant crashing April and Casey’s long awaited date night.

It had started out great. Or as great as it could. Your boyfriend was continuously sneezing and sniffling, bags running under his eyes, and shaking even when covered by several blankets. The poor guy was going through it.

But then the black out happened, leaving all of New York City in darkness. That was the last thing you needed, sitting with your shivering boyfriend’s head in your lap, trying to sooth him with your fingers tracing across his head. But nothing helped. Donnie felt horrible, and the darkness only made it worse for him.

As Casey went to look for a flashlight, Donnie started groaning out in pain, complaining that the cut on his leg was beginning to act up. He said it felt like it was burning, causing you even more worry than before. April wanted to help, but with her own boyfriend knocking things over in her room, as he looked for the flashlight, she had to leave to make sure he didn’t bring the whole apartment down over the shop. But that was when the trouble began.

Donnie groaning almost turned to screaming, his thigh convulsing. You were terrified, asking him if he was okay, begging him for an answer, but Donnie could not speak. The pain was too much for him. Then suddenly he let out an ear piercing scream, his thigh doubling in size. He sat up, hugging onto his legs, screaming and shaking as sweat ran down his face. His body started to grow, his belt, elbow pads and knee pads ribbing before he hurried up from the sofa, as if he frantically tried to find a solution on his own.

“Donnie?”, you asked terrified, trying to find him in the dark, grabbing your phone in your pocket.

“(Y/N)”, you heard Donnie’s strained voice call out from the corner of the room. You quickly turned on your phone's flashlight, pointing it in his direction. There he stood, double in size, red eyes, sweat dripping down his face with an expression of pain. “Help me”.

“Don?”, you asked in confusion, stepping closer to him. “What’s happening?”

“No!”, he exclaimed, just as April and Casey came back into the living room. “Stay back!”

“Don!”, they called out.

“No!”, Donnie yelled, before pushing past all of you, making a b-line directly for the door, breaking it off the hinges before he ran downstairs. “Get away from me!”

The next few hours were horrible. Finding Donnie had turned into a giant alligator-like creature in the basement, before you and your friends had to defend yourselves against your boyfriend. Casey even had to go as far as mashing him over the head with a vacuum. It was even more horrible knowing he had run off into the sewers, leaving you scared and worried while the guys looked for him.

All of this led you up to this point, you and your best friends seeking out Agent Bishop in order to find a cure for your horribly inflicted boyfriend. Seeing Donnie like this broke your heart. Tears rolled down your face as you watched him unconsciously float around in the round glass bubble. Somehow this was even worse than having watched him slam against the glass or the other containment unit, roaring like a wild beast, trying to claw at whatever he saw outside the glass. Even you. You almost broke down when he snapped against the glass, wanting to bite you.

You paced around Bishop’s lab, unable to sit still. Because if you sat down you would stare, and if you stare you would cry. And you did not want to cry, you wanted to act. You wanted to do something. You couldn’t just sit around and wait for his brothers to get whatever Bishop had asked of them. Especially not when Leatherhead and Splinter kept reading Donnie’s vitals, giving each other sad looks. You knew what they were saying. You could not hear it, but you knew it. Donnie’s time was running out. His second mutation was breaking down his body. And there was nothing you could do but wait. And you hated it. You felt like you were going mad. Time was ticking and you could do nothing but watch, feeling the need to scream and cry.

“Doctor Stockman”, Splinter said, turning to the walking brain on a stick that had been testing your patience ever since you got to Area 51. “Agent Bishop told us that you would administer the cure to Donatello”.

“To think that I’ve sunk so low”, Stockman spoke to no one but himself, testing out different liquids on a creature in a different bubble. “That my unparalleled genius, would be used to save the life of one of these freaks”. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding from the temptation of smashing the glass that harbored Stockman’s brain. "Unfathomable".

“Where’s the cure, Stockman?”, Leatherhead asked, doing his best to keep his tone civil. But Stockman ignored him, moving from one console to another, still talking to himself as he went.

“I’m pulled from sweet oblivion, for what?! This?!”

Getting tired of Stockman’s rambling, Leatherhead grabbed onto the walking stick, forcing him to face him. “Show us the cure, now!”

“Cure?”, Stockman asked. “You stupid animal! Agent Bishop lied. There is no cure”.

“What?!”, Splinter exclaimed, his eyes wide. You felt your own body going pale, stopping dead in your tracks. For a moment you stopped breathing. Leatherhead growled, anger bobbling inside of him.

“You inhuman, soulless, monster!”, Leatherhead yelled, slamming Stockman against the keyboard, before getting ready to punch the glass head himself.

“Leatherhead, please”, Splinter called out, putting a hand on the mutant’s shoulder. “I share your anger, but this will not help Donatello! We need solutions not vengeance”.

“According to me, that piece of gum needs a good chewing!”, you yelled, pointing at Stockman.

“You too, (Y/N)”, Splinter said. “Please, my child. For Donatello”.

“You’ll be wise to listen to your inlaw”, Bishop’s voice sounded as he walked into the lab. Leatherhead growled and you felt your fists tightened at the sight of his smug smile. Both you and Leatherhead started seeing red, your anger so great that not even Splinter could hold you back.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this”, Leatherhead said before grabbing Stockman by the metal throat. “Now you’ll know the meaning of pain!” He threw the lump of metal onto the ground, before making his way to the well dressed man. You wasted no time stomping your foot onto Stockman’s back, making him lay flat against the floor.

“Doctor Stockman is working on a cure”, Bishop calmly said. “He’s the best change Donatello has for survival”. You sucked a breath in, staring directly into Stockman’s lone eye. Leatherhead fought the urge not to jump on Bishop. “Harm me, and Stockman stops. And your friend has no chance!”

You reluctantly let Stockman go, just as Leatherhead decided to back away from Agent Bishop.

“Fine, for now villain”, the large mutant said, before turning to the robot human hybrid that had just managed to get off the floor. “Doctor Stockman, show me what you have so far”.

The scientist sighed, before moving to the console with Leatherhead and Master Splinter. You however went straight over to Bishop, anger still fuming off of you. “This better work, Bishop”, you growled. “Or else you’ll personally have to deal with me”.

Agent Bishop faked a kind smile. “Your care for your friends is admirable, Miss (L/N), especially your care for Donatello. Although, I’m right to assume that your care for the turtle goes above just that of friendships?”

“How I care for my friends is none of your business”, you calmly said, keeping your anger in check. “What is your business, is making sure Stockman succeeds”.

“If you say so, Miss. (L/N)”, Bishop said, before walking away, leaving you back alone in your anger and sadness. How you wished you could be hugging Donnie, just one more time.

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Leatherhead and Stockman made great progress on the cure, with the first test subject being a success. Who would ever have thought that you would be happy with Stockman’s work, even if it actually had been Leatherhead that had done the most out of the two? But all that slight happiness disappeared the moment the Bishop opened his mouth.

“Impressive, Mr. Leatherhead”, he said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “And to think, I was going to dissect you”. Leatherhead growled. “What a waste that would have been. You’re even more brilliant than Doctor Stockman!”

“That doesn’t take much”, you mumbled, Splinter lifting a finger, telling you to behave. For the sake of Donnie.

“What?!”, Stockman questioned, not believing what Bishop had said.

“Then, it works?”, Splinter asked, watching as the test subject turned human again.

“Doctor, prepare an airborne version of the cure for the New York outbreak. As well as a sample for Donatello”, Bishop said, turning directly towards you and Splinter. “If his brothers fulfill their side of the agreement”.

“Don’t worry, Bishop”, you said, engaging in a stare down with the agent. “They will”.

“Brave of you to trust the life of your sweetheart with his brothers”, Bishop said. “Or maybe even foolish”.

“We trust them”, was the last thing you got to say, before there was news on a returning base helicopter. You sighed a breath of relief. They were back.

You went up to the main entrance, meeting the brothers as they came in. Bishop did not greet them, instead demanding that they handed over the item he was wanting. They looked to Master Splinter, waiting for his confirmation, before Mikey handed the stone over. The moment the stone was in Bishop’s hand, the alarm sounded, red lights shining all over the base.

“Base destruct sequence initiated”, sounded the alarm over your heads, making your ears ring.

“This base has been compromised by your presence”, Bishop said. “You have 15 minutes to collect your brother, and vacate the premises”. Then Bishop turned, smiling over his shoulder before he left. “Pleasure doing business with you”. You felt your fist clench.

It took you less than a minute to find Leatherhead. He was already working the cure on Donnie, leaving you all anxious in anticipation. Fog built up inside the machine, before the door finally opened, letting out a dazed and confused Donnie, rubbing his eyes as he took in his surroundings.

“Hey, guys”, he said tiredly. “What’s up?”

“Donnie!”, you yelled, running to him, throwing your arms around him before bringing him into a thigh hug. He wobbled slightly, leaning his weight on you as he found his footing.

“Hey, babe”, he smiled, still a little confused. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

“That’s a story for a different time”, Leo said. “Now we gotta go before this place blows up!”

He didn’t have to say that twice. Quickly you all ran outside, finding the chopper before taking off. You just managed to get up high enough, before the base blew up, sending red, orange and yellow light across the sky.

You all breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have Donnie back, safe and sound.

“Welcome back, my son”, Splinter said, taking a hold of Donnie’s hand.

“Thanks Sensei”, he smiled, still a little tired. “But I hope you guys didn’t go through too much trouble for me”.

The reaction on everybody’s faces spoke volumes. None of you had the guts to tell him, and neither should you.

You took Donnie’s hand in yours, smiling at him. “For you, nothing’s too much trouble”, you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Donnie blushed slightly, not sure how to react in front of his family. But in all honesty, it did not matter much to him at the moment. He was just happy to be back to normal, feeling your hand in his once more.

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@probably-not-a-rutabaga sooo.. I’m late to the deadline so this isn’t an official dtiys anymore.. BUT I felt that mutated Chompy looked kinda like 2k3 Dark Turtle Don (who I call Purple) and the poses were so good so I decided to finish this :)

They’re just a couple of purple lizard shaped turtles! :D also they’re both aliens! So. Practically family lmao