#I wish to be Donnie in a big hoodie

[sundalion]

I am in so much pain and in the worst position to draw, but I pulled out my phone and drew Donnie anyways- :D

[skcirthinq]

What's the line? 'How was the catharsis? Was the catharsis good?'

*me, face screwed up and holding back tears* it was good.

Yeah, so I read "Little kid with a big death wish" by @remedyturtles and. You guys. You GUYS. It's so. Heart-wrending and evocative and so so well written. Like. I'm going to have turtle fanfiction stapled in my soul now.

It's a post kraang fic, but like. Mostly about the characters (mostly Leo) and how they're dealing with stuff ... Emotionally... Mentally. Physically. There's also TMNT shenanigans about what exactly is going on with Leo.

I recommend it fully, with the caveat of minding the tags, please.

Descriptions under the cut, with two more works I'm adding in a reblog, because I. Goddamned. Ran out of room. Spoilers ahead.

(Descriptions of sketch illustrations of various scenes from the fic) Image 1: A badly injured Leo is laying against some pillows, with a blanket pulled up around his chest. He has bandages, cuts, and bruises littering his visible body, and one of his arms is gone, with bandages around the remainder. His eyes are open, but his expression is vacant and unseeing. Mikey and Raph, also showing signs of battle damage, are sleeping; Mikey is resting his face in his crossed arms on the side of Leo's bed, looking upset even in his sleep. Raph is right behind Mikey, also leaning his face into his arm, with the other arm resting on Mikey's back and head. Donnie is sitting behind them, looking at his brothers with an unhappy grimace. He is also visibly injured, and wearing a hoodie. None of them are wearing their masks.

Image 2: Raph is sitting down, tense and holding his hand. He looks up with an... Intense face, as his brothers come into the room. Donnie and Mikey are supporting Leo, and Donnie is holding Leo's crutch. They all look upset. Because Somebody 'broke his hand. Like a boss.'

Image 3: Leo sobs into Splinter's lap, gripping tightly onto his dad. Future Leo (who isn't there physically) is bent over sobbing as well, holding his face in his hand. Everybody's crying.

Image 4: Mikey is facing Leo, both of them sitting in bed. Leo has a panicked look on his face as he tries not to dissociate, while Mikey is holding Leo's hand to his chest. They are having a Talk tm.

Image 5: Future Leo is laying prone in a sea of muck and mud. It's covering most of him. Present Leo is crouched on top of F! Leo's chest, upset and tired, but determined, wiping some of the mud off of F! Leo's face. He is also covered in the mud.

Image 6: A bandaged, but healing, Raph is looking straight on. His mask is pulled up showing his eyes and forehead, which are scarred from the kraang. He looks near tears, exhausted, as he begs Leo not to dissociate again, promising that he's got him.

Image 7: A tense and upset Donnie, wearing a tank top that shows his scarred shell, is tightly hugging Leo, who is laying down. Leo is gripping back tightly, but away from Donnie's shell, and trying to hug with his stump. Leo is present and smiling a little, cracking jokes.

Image 8: A split screen, wherein Donnie, Raph, and Mikey formally meet Sensei. Mikey is confused and worried, turning back towards what they're facing (Sensei). Raph has a hooded jacket on, and is slightly crouched, with a hand on Donnie's shoulder. He's concerned but less upset than the others. Donnie's. Mad. And has his bo out and pressed to Sensei's neck. He's standing straight and speaking, glaring at Sensei. He's wearing an oversized T-shirt that says 'Autism Wins'. On the other side of the split, Sensei, piloting Leo's body, is sitting up straight, and calm, with Donnie's bo against his throat. He's replying to the present boys. He's in bed, with a blanket around his waist. Because the artist will take any opportunity to cover up a body with a blanket.

Image 9: A back view of Donnie, sitting cross-legged. He's tense, and has his arms crossed tightly in front of himself. His shell is covered in tentacle patterned swirls of barely healed wounds from the technodrome. Leo's arm is visible in the foreground, hand tightly gripping the blanket Donnie is sitting on. The pov is from Leo's eyes.

Image 10: An upset and crying Mikey, dressed in a shirt and vest, with his socks and gloves on, is leaning with his back against the wall. He's got his mask pushed up, and is wiping his tears away with his forearm, since his hands are covered in chalk. The ninpo marks and bandages are peeking out from under his gloves. Leo is sitting down beside him, using his crutch to lower himself down. He's wearing his mask, socks, a braided bracelet, and a jean jacket over a shirt, with his swords on his back. He's concerned about Mikey.

[biographydivider]

...I couldn’t not. Thank you to @somerandomdudelmao for breaking my heart.

April knew - from the second she saw him, the sound of rain lashing down on the New York sidewalk filling her ears. She just knew.

“Are you lost, little frog?” she asked, as she let go of her Mommy’s hand, taking a few steps into the alleyway - ignoring the shouts for her to come back, to be careful. She wasn’t going far, after all. She was a big girl, now - she was gonna be six on Tuesday! And someone might need her help, and Mommy always said to help people when you can.

A green face peeped out at her from inside a ginormous purple hoodie. He shook his head, and April came a little closer, tilting her head to try and get a better look.

“You’re not lost? Then where’s your family?”

“I’m not a frog. I’m a soft-shelled turtle,” her new friend replied, dragging his sleeve across his face to wipe away the tears. “The tax-o-nom-ic name is Trionychidae.”

“That’s a big word!”

“It is. And...I don’t know where my brothers are. We’re not meant to be up here.” The turtle-boy took in a long, shakey inhale of breath. “I went off on my own. I wanted to look at the clothes.” He pointed to a window across the street, filled with shiny, sleek letterman jackets. “I lost them. I ran back over here, but the cars were scary and...” He shook his head, like he was drying to dislodge the sound. “Now Waph’s gonna be worried about me, an’ Papa will be sad.”

April scrunched up her nose; putting on her Thinking Face always helped her. “You know what my Mommy says I gotta do when I’m lost?”

The turtle-boy shook his head. Raindrops spattered from his hood onto the floor.

“You gotta find a helper person. Like a lady with a baby, or a someone who works in a store. I’ll be your helper person!” She grinned, showing off the gap where her first baby tooth had fallen out. “We’ll find your family, little turtle.”

“My name’s Donatello.”

“Donna...Donate...Don...hm."

“My brother Leo calls me Donnie.”

“Okay! I’ll call you Donnie, too.” April slotted her hand into his, and the entire world fell into place. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe!”

...

You need to go back. Quickly.

It was a funny feeling; pre-grieving your best friend. Looking at him every day and knowing, in your gut, he’d be gone soon. Waiting for the dam to break, craving the release of all this gut-wrenching pain but knowing, after that, comes the forever-ache of missing him. Wanting to crush his stupid bones in a hug and beat the crap out of him at the same time. Hearing him talk about ‘after’ like he’d know if she didn’t respect his wishes (donate his tech, keep his plants growing, remember Casey’s birthday and where D had stashed his gift) and he would take away Friendship Points deservingly. Trust Donnie to gamify the afterlife. But when that message came, and April knew, deep in her bones, it was time, she wasn’t ready. How could she ever be ready?

She often found herself thinking back to when they were kids. Little kids; when she realised, within thirty seconds of being around him, that Donnie needed a friend. A very best, best friend. Then, at her very first sleepover, watching him beat the everloving heck out of Leo with a sofa cushion (how was she to know ninjas-in-training would take pillow fights so seriously?!) that no, what he needed was a big sister. Someone to keep him in line, to stop that big beautiful brain from spiralling into insanity. And April had always wanted to be a big sister. She’d always rushed to Donnie when he needed her and in return he’d kept her safe from malware and from the Krang and from ever, ever feeling alone. She was his helper person. And he was hers, always.

She always thought she’d be there when it happened. She thought she’d be holding his hand.

As April bolted back to base and threw the main doors wide, her boots squeaking and slipping on the tiles as she ran towards the sound of three - oh god, only three - of her brothers, their voices indistinct but panicking, she felt her pace slow, her feet grow heavy and tired. She couldn’t. She couldn’t run towards a future without her brother.

What was that thing Donnie used to talk about when he wanted to be insufferable while they ate their pizza and scrolled through Netflox? Schrödinger’s cat. Alive and dead. Well, as long as she didn’t reach the source of all that noise, Donnie was still alive. Something else had happened; he’d just fallen, that was all. He’d fallen and Leo couldn’t help him up and somewhere, buried deep inside those awful cries of ‘Donnie? Donnie can you hear me?!’, that shrill noise Leo was making was laughter. Laughing at his twin, embarassing him once again just like he always did. But as soon as she reached the end off the hall, reality settled into its chosen trajectory.

Donnie was lying in Raph’s hands. Limp. Mikey was curled up in a tight ball, eyes wide and blank and staring. And Leo wasn’t laughing; he was screaming. Screaming for a medic, for help...for his Dad...

And April knew - from the second she saw him, the sound of rain lashing down on what was left of New York filling her ears, her brain, her broken heart. She just knew.

[lonely-lost-soul]

A MuTON of Problems

Chapter 1: A Totally Normal Day

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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April O’Neil was something else, she’s been in your class every year since you were little, and without fail, every year she always perplexed you. She always seemed to be talking to herself or sneaking off to who knows where during school hours. It was almost like as soon as she got a seemingly frantic call on her phone she was gone before you could process what had happened. One minute she was at her desk next to you and the next second she wasn’t. She was weird that’s for sure but you didn’t mind, you had no problem with weirdness. 

You had thought she’d go to a big-time college her grades were always above average and her writing was phenomenal she had all the potential to make it big. Yet, here she was sitting in your sophomore college chemistry course right in front of you. Although she had always been in your classes you didn’t know her personally, in fact, you were pretty sure she didn’t know you existed. You were primarily quiet during school, keeping to yourself meant keeping out of trouble and your parents always said that you were a magnet for it. But Chemistry was the one course you just couldn’t keep to yourself in, between reaction experiments and your knack for balancing equations you were always pretty vocal. Answering questions the professor would propose and spout off your own theories that left a pleasant buzz in your chest after a correct answer. It was your guilty pleasure, as a creative writing major you didn’t exactly need to take level 100 chemistry but the opportunity was too good to pass up. 

So that’s how you found yourself sitting behind April and her friend, continuously getting distracted by their ‘quiet’ whispering. The man beside April had joined her in class a few times before, usually leaving halfway through the lecture in a rush and always wearing the same purple hoodie and mask. It seemed today he decided to stick around much to your (and seemingly April’s) displeasure. You could pick up bits and pieces of what they were saying, 

“April come on it’s just this last one I promise.” 

“Donnie you know I can’t get caught sneaking you into classes again.” April hissed back, trying to keep her voice a low whisper, “last time you were caught I almost got kicked out of school! That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

“It’s just this last time, please Professor Eisenhower was just getting to the good part of his theory about astrophysics when I was caught last time. Plus need I so helpfully remind you that if you didn’t rat me out I wouldn’t have gotten caught in the first place.” He argued back, waving his hands around…did this dude have three fingers? 

“My fault?! Oh boy, I know you did not just blame me. We were taking attendance and you weren’t on the roster! What did you think was gonna happen?” 

“What college course takes attendance anyway,” 

“Most of them Donatello! Most of them!” 

“Excuse me.” You finally decided you had just enough of the lover's quarrel going on in front of you and you not so graciously stuck your head in between the two of them. The purple man, Donnie, reeled back at the intrusion of your head and April flushed seeing you look directly at her. “Sorry for intruding April but I’m trying to pay attention so I can ace this next test, can you and your boyfriend argue outside-” Donnie made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and April’s jaw dropped open before snapping closed. 

“Not her boyfriend FYI. She wishes, she’s like my sister. Alas, my love belongs to another and-” The man stated holding his finger up in the air, you glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow, a frown on your lips. “Er…I mean my apologies. Even though it was mostly April’s fault.” April clicked her tongue in distaste before smiling at you sheepishly,

“I’m so sorry (Y/n)!” 

Oh…she knew your name…that was surprising. 

“It’s…alright.” It was your turn to flush, maybe it was an overreaction you were never too good at judging these types of scenarios. “Just keep it down please, balancing chemical equations is my favorite part.” You said in a softer tone, heat creeping up the back of your neck,

“Of course, I get it sorry again. Er…very weird segway…could you be my tutor?” 

“Huh?” Both you and the purple boy blinked in surprise, you reeled back a little and April turned to face you with a shy smile. Purple looked almost aghast and insulted at the notion, 

“Oh come on girl, I think everyone knows you have the highest grade in the class. What do you have like an 85 or something?” 

God. Oh GOD, this was mortifying do you correct her? 

“Scoff,” you know he didn’t just say scoff out loud, “An 85 isn’t that impressive April,” Donnie argued back “I could tutor you and boost your grade in a matter of seconds.” He snapped his fingers, you frowned at his oversized ego.  

“You hate Chemistry Don.” April huffed, “also maybe there’s a reason I didn’t ask you ever think of that-” 

“I have a 98% actually.” You blurted picking at the skin of your fingers, a nasty habit you really needed to break, once more you seemed to leave the pair speechless. 

“Oh.” Donnie squeaked, and April nailed him in the arm letting out a laugh, 

“Yeah oh. Holy shit you’re a genius, Is this your major or something?” 

“Er no. I’m a creative writing major.”

“What! With a grade like that, you should be majoring in this field!”

“Donnie enough.” April scoffed with an eye roll, “Not everyone wants to be an ultra nerd like you.” You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh and April’s eyes were shining, “You know I think this will be the start of a beautiful partnership and or potentially maybe friendship.” She said that last part rather fast and the look she gave you was devastatingly hopeful. Did…Did she not have other friends?

“Yes!” You blurted rather fast, “Yes I’d love to be your friend.” 

“Oh, hells yeah!” April shouted throwing a fist into the air before the gruff voice of your professor cut through the air like a knife. 

“O’Neil, (l/n) and friend would you kindly keep it down or leave the class? Some of us are trying to learn.”

“So sorry,” You squeaked, “Won’t happen again!” He nodded at you specifically before turning back to the board, you glanced back at April who was wiggling her phone out in front of you. With a smile you input your contact information, April looked like she wanted to kiss the phone out of delight. 

“What about you?” 

“Eh?” 

“What’s your number?” 

“Me?” Donnie asked looking around, 

“Well duh.” You laughed fondly, “you’re the only one here dummy.” 

“Not a dummy.” He said rather pointedly but took your phone from you, hesitating for a brief moment before inputting his information. April’s smile only seemed to grow in size nudging Donatello slightly and he muttered something under his breath. Once you got your phone back you almost laughed aloud, for some unknown reason he input his contact name as Bootyyyshaker9000. You texted him a brief hello, and he input what you assumed was your name although he didn’t let you see what he decided your contact name to be.  

What a bizarre day…

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Your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, about a twenty-minute walk which doesn’t sound so bad objectively, but when you throw in the fact that your last class ends around seven at night and it’s not in the safest part of town, it’s a bit of a problem. But you had your pepper spray and you always had your roommate's numbers on stand-by if you ran into a problem. They always insisted you call if you were worried about walking home but you never did for fear of bothering them. Plus you were a big girl, you could handle yourself…mostly. You’ve been friends with most of your roommates since before college, Blux was the youngest out of your roommates, just a freshman art major but she was ready to fight tooth and nail for any of the girls you lived with. In two words you’d describe her as small but scrappy. Then there was Ari, she was your age and the literal definition of a mom friend™. 

Remember when earlier it was mentioned you were kind of a magnet for trouble well that’s about to come into play while you daydreamed about your girls. 

Hot air tickled the back of your neck, causing you to snap out of your daydream and a large hand clasped around your mouth as you were pulled back into an alley. This was it. You were so going to die. Your hands instinctively reached up to claw at the hand around your mouth, the grip tightened as your fingers dug into the hand. 

Three Fingers. 

“Ow! It’s me!” 

“Hm-ie?” You tried your best to speak with his hand muffling you, you tried to look up to get a good look at his features but it was too dark. 

“Okay, I know how this looks but you totally just walked into a shit load of trouble-” 

“Donnie we could really use your help out here man!” Another voice you didn’t recognize screeched as what looked to be a blue flash came from the entrance of the alleyway. “Like NOW broski!” 

“Don’t call me that!” Donnie shouted back as he cursed under his breath, “Look just stay here until this blows over. I’ll…I’ll send you a single when it’s good to leave. Promise me.” He slowly peeled his hand away, another flash of blue and you swore you could see green skin.  

“Promise.” You murmured, and you heard a breath of relief, 

“Close your eyes and hide.” You listened to him, another breath and you felt the air stir beside you then stop, “Hey!-” You had grabbed onto his wrist and he tensed under your hold,

“Please be careful.” The concern in your voice was sickeningly sweet, dripping with pure genuine worry, you could feel him shudder in your grasp. 

“Scoff.” An embarrassed, high-pitch laugh came from his mouth, “No need to worry about me I got my tech on my side and all.” 

“Tech?” 

“Oh yeah, I’m kind of a technological genius. I’ll show you sometime.” You could hear the pride in his voice,

“I’d love that.” 

Another startlingly genuine statement that had him gaping and floundering for words, or that’s what you assumed by the empty sounds he was making. Should you be stroking his ego? Probably not, but hey when he was about to save your life you figured he could use the boost. 

“Kay!” He squeaked his voice cracking slightly, “Anyway got to go look out for the signal.” He pulled his arm out of your grip and he was gone, you cracked your eyes open as soon as you heard the voice from before and let out an exasperated, 

“About time!” 

You weren’t sure how long you waited by the trash piles but it felt like forever, it seemed like you weren’t any closer to seeing Donatello’s signal and it was abundantly clear that whoever they were fighting wasn’t too keen on giving in. You glanced up at the apartments eternally wondering how no one in those rooms was waking up to see the ruckus outside their homes. Your breath was stolen from you suddenly as a hard, heavy body crashes into you. It sent the both of you tumbling head-first into a pile of trash, with only a grunt the body looks up at you. It’s a turtle. It’s a giant turtle with a blue bandana around his eyes and red markings peaking our from beneath it.  

“Heh, guess you could say I really fell for you.” He winked up at you, his cheeks a deep dark green.

That voice was the same one trying so desperately to get Donatello’s attention from earlier, but you found yourself laughing. You were unsure if it was in disbelief that a giant turtle was speaking to you or if the fact that his man told a killer pun in an effort to flirt with you. 

“Guess you did.” You shot reaching forward and tapping your fingers against his cheeks in awe, he's a Red-Eared Slider. His cheeks glowed a darker green under your touch and you smiled in delight, “thank you for fighting whatever is out there hero.” 

“HAH!” The turtle sent you a lazy grin and a wink, “It’s all in a day's work but please, heroes my full name, call me Leonardo, or Leo, or Leon, or ‘Nardo, or preferably the man of your dreams.” He churred, hearing you laugh once more, the turtle’s eyes were basically little hearts. Leo reached up with three fingers and tapped against your cheek in response.

Three fingers. Wait did this mean Donatello was a turtle too?

“Leon, did you get knocked out?” Another voice this one a little bit higher pitched, a little more stressed with concern, 

“Coming Mikey!” He hopped off of you quickly, not before holding out his hand, you took it and he lifted you to your feet. “I got to go, but may I get your name princesa?” His eyes were hopeful, 

“(Y/n).” 

“Until next time then.” He took your hand within his own and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, looking at you and sending a wink your way. You flushed red, 

“You sure are confident we’ll meet again.” 

“It’s not every day you see a pretty face like yours-” 

“Some time today LEO!” Another voice, this one much gruffer, 

He grumbled under his breath before he pulled out a katana, he swirled it around a couple of times and an electric blue portal opened up. He sent one last wink your way before fully stepping through, you caught sight briefly of the battle a purple bandana-wearing turtle caught your eye and staff held tight in his hand. That was Donnie, you were sure of it, and all at once the portal closed and everything was gone. You were once more alone in the alleyway, maybe about twenty minutes later you noticed the same staff you saw Donnie holding earlier wiggle in front of the entrance. You walked towards it quickly before hearing a strangled, 

“Halt.” Right before you stepped into the streetlights, “I-...” He cleared his throat, “my brothers are headed back will you be able to get home okay?” 

“Donatello?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re a turtle right?” 

“Hahaha! I laugh at the notion!” You raised a brow, his laugh was tense and wheezy, “Scoff I’m very much a normal human man who attends school.” 

“But your brother is a turtle?”

“No your eyes are just bad, you’re hallucinating. Probably shock, yeah absolutely shock. You’re experiencing classic symptoms of shock-” He squeaked as you burst from the alleyway he held his staff close to his chest eyebrows raised into his forehead. “Alright. Okay fine. Maybe I’m a turtle-” 

“That’s so cool!” 

—

He gaped a little at your twinkling eyes, oh he was in trouble, with you looking at him like that. You looked at him not like he was the freak mutant that he was, but as the coolest person on the street, because that’s how he looked at Atomic Lass the first time he saw her on TV. You thought he was cool, him, not his brothers, him. He wanted to drown in that feeling, he liked feeling wanted. You were stroking his ego more than he’d ever like to admit, not to his brothers and certainly not to you. Donnie now understood why Leo came out of that alley all smiley and goofy he had run into you and you must’ve looked at him like that. Hot jealousy burned through his skin at the idea that once again his twin, seemed to beat him at something. “T-thank you.” He cleared his throat, placing a masked cocky smile on his face, desperately hoping it covered how flustered you really made him. “Will you be able to make it home from here alright?” He asked classic Donnie redirect. 

“Yeah I only live a few minutes down the road,” He watched you grip tighter on your backpack, “So long as you think there won’t be any more danger I should be okay.” You held up two thumbs up, but your eyes gave you away. He thinks, that if Mikey were here instead of him, he’d catch the worry in them, take your hand and offer to walk you home. 

But Donatello wasn’t, and will never be, Michelangelo.

“Good. I have to get home before my brothers start wondering what’s taking so long. I was able to get them to leave because I started rambling about a new piece of tech I was working on, which I just remembered I promised I’d show you sometime. If you still wanted to, although I get it if this was way too much and you want to just lose my number- WOAH DON’T TOUCH ME!” Donnie shouted unnecessarily loudly, as you reach out to take his hand, you flinched at the level of his voice and he flinched because you flinched. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck he was also never one to apologize unless someone made him. “I don’t like touch unless I initiate it, it-” 

“Is overstimulating?” You spoke shyly, playing with the peeling skin on your fingers, he noticed you did that quite frequently, “I get it no worries. Touch helps me calm down I shouldn’t have assumed it was the same for everybody. Social cues kind of go over my head sometimes.” He watched and gave you a little nod, “I want to hang out with you Donnie and I totally want to see your tech. You have my number just text me okay?” 

“Okay.” His grip on his weapon tightened a little more, he watched as you turned on your heel to head back to your living space. “Text me when you get back!” He said it so suddenly it surprised him, he knew he said the right thing to say when you looked back at him and smiled. 

“I will Dee!” 

Dee…his heart fluttered in his chest, it was a foreign feeling not one he was used to but it wasn’t unwelcomed either. Although it was overwhelming because it seemed as if as soon as you flashed that smile of yours all thoughts of science and tech rushes out of his brain and leaves him mushy and soft. 

Now that you were gone and his brain could reboot, it was practically screaming that according to all his calculations, he was absolutely, entirely fucked.

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heyyyyy so I haven't been posting on tumblr for a long time. I started posting more on Ao3 and that's where most of the new stuff I'm doing is but I decided...why not just post everything here too. I'm not a part of the Rise fandom lol as you can see. Two more chapters will be posted tonight :) I've officially moved out of the Dsmp fandom completely. Just a heads up if I decide to post more stuff here it won't be Dsmp related at all. Obviously, I'm keeping all the fics I have up I'm not the type to delete works but I thought it was only fair you guys got the update.

[skelebab]

*bats my eyes at you cutely*

My rise sep au :D

A break down of each of the bois

Champion (Leo)

- he was found by big mama and raised to be a battle nexus champion

- very showy and confident (at least outwardly) and has the combat skills to back it up

-lou jitsu's number one fan

- used to duel wield, but no longer can due to an injury he got in one of his earlier fights

I knew immediately what I wanted to do with him cuz I wanted to play with him wanting to be his brother's champion in the show (like in the maze ep)

Mystic Warrior of The Sun (Sunny (Mikey))

- ended up in witch town

- started using his mystic powers at a young age and quickly became a master

- took out those monster dudes as a child, and so the citizens treat him like a hero (more like a deity tbh)

- decided they should keep the friendship celebration around though, because he liked it, but instead of there being a spell they just make a really big pot of soup

- uses Dr. Delicate Touch and Dr. Feelings to help deal with people's day to day problems

- can sense the other turtles' existences, but has faith that they'll find their way to him one day

- really wishes that people would stop insisting on calling him by his full title

-draws on his pants

I just really wanted Mikey to be in witch town and also wanted him to overtake it (like in the mystic library's kid section)

Purple (Donnie)

- lives with splinter

- April is his best (and only) friend

- has more robot kids (made metal head as a little kid to keep him company, SHELLDON as a preteen to help around the lair, and Iris as a teen to help with his plants)

- has a lot of plants

- makes clothes (most of April's closet is Genius Built (tm) apparel)

-wears a hoodie over his battle shell at all times (battle shell is more for equipment and not protection)

I liked the idea of Donnie being almost the same, but all his machines work and he has separation anxiety. That's p much it

Soldier (Raph)

- the one turtle Draxum didn't lose

- bigger and stronger because he's been training to be the perfect soldier all his life (and Draxum has def done some experiments on him)

- calls Draxum "boss" because of hugin and munin

- still secretly loves soft things

- was raised to hate humans

I saw Raph being a big bulky intimidating guy who can and might crack a skull but who still loves stuffies and is a softy at heart and said "bet"

More arts :)

They're silly together

Soldier really tries to get Champ to like him, but it's hard when the slider is the way he is

Tumblr isn't letting me add anymore pics, so I'll put the last few in a separate post! :)

[trufflemacandcheese]

The curse

Chapterlist

#15

"And then Raph gave one last swing and through the hole Donnie and the girl slid! We thought she was dead, Pops! DEAD!" Splinter held onto his chair, it was always a roller coaster listening to Mikey talk about an adventure, ” and Donnie was a complete mess – he was totally spaced out! And so we just stood there shocked! It was bad! I thought he was going to cry! REALLY CRY! But fortunately, she wasn't dead after all – and now she will hopefully be well cared for by April's friends in the hospital…"

“And who do you have to thank for that? MOI!” Leo exclaimed as he entered the room where they always watched their series. 

Raph, Splinter and Mikey turned their heads towards him and the red one rolled his eyes.

"Where's Donnie? And April? Is everything ok?" Mikey asked, still worried about Donnie. His condition had frightened him greatly.

"Yes, yes. Everything okay. La chica misteriosa is fine. Donnie puts her somewhere where she can sleep. April's doctor guy said she will make it – we should keep her warm and feed her pain pills. Whoa. THAT was a night, I tell you! I'm hungry! Let me know when Donnie shows up, and he clears up all this mess! I don't want to miss ANYTHING of this story!" and he threw his swords aside and started looking for some food.

Mikey and Raph looked at each other and got up to look for Donnie and give him his Bo. Splinter picked up the remote and started his series – the story was wild, but hadn't the boys seen wilder ones…? — Donnie went into his room, followed by April. He briefly wished back his old room, where his bed was a giant heat pod. She wouldn't freeze in that one. Unfortunately, it was completely destroyed by Shredder at the time. But all in all, he liked his subway train room better.

He went straight to his bed and carefully laid her down. She moved slightly, but didn't wake up. After briefly reassuring himself that she was still asleep, he raised his left arm and activated his gauntlet. He tapped, and a hologram appeared, which formed into a flat, round capsule and manifested in the air. The turtle grabbed it without hesitation. It was cool and smooth and the size of his palm. April stood half behind him and watched with interest. The boys have gotten older, and their skills have continued to develop.

Donnie now took the capsule between his fingers and held it over the young woman's chest. Now the little thing came back to life, shining transparently again and changing its shape, which lay like a second, glowing skin around the woman's chest, and disappeared under the hoodie. After that, several semi-transparent displays appeared in the air at the level of Donnie's head. They showed pulse, body temperature, blood pressure, oxygen saturation and a few other parameters that April didn't know. Satisfied, Donnie studied the medical values. They were stable. Then he swiped the big displays into his gauntlet, where they now hovered over his wrist, much smaller, before disappearing inside. He felt the flame and secretly knows, that perhaps there was no need to monitor her. The flame seemed to be a reliable indicator as well, if he was able to pay attention to it.

But for now, so does his mystic tech and better safe than sorry.

April was impressed and knew: Gathering data was one of Donnie's ways of calming down.

"Neat" she said. He smiled. He was always pleased to receive compliments about his work.

"Thanks. Now I can keep an eye on her vitals and be alerted immediately if anything unusual occurs. It's a really ingenious system that works with electrical impulses through the skin. The skin is really a fascinating organ, which presumably tells us everything about our bodily functions. I will…"

He stopped his oversharing outburst and looked down at her. Then he grabbed the blanket at the foot end and covered her over. She stirred and pulled her right hand out from under the blanket and let it rest next to her head. Her very wavy hair had dried and was now lying wildly on the pillow and framing her face. She breathed calmly and evenly.

April and Donnie stood there looking down at her.

"She is beautiful." April said through an impulse without thinking.

"Yes." Donnie replied quietly and swallowed, "she is."

It was only now that he fully realized that she was saved. That he hadn't lost her and that she was safe here. With him. He felt the emotions of the past few hours surging, and his legs suddenly gave out. He slowly slumped to the floor next to the bed and grabbed the edge of the mattress. Head bowed, Donatello fought back tears.

"Oh, Donnie!" whispered April, surprised by the unexpected outburst of emotion. She squatted down next to him and put her hand gently on his arm.

"She saved my life, April." he whispered as he stared at the floor, "and she was willing to sacrifice her own life for mine and almost… almost…" his voice broke.

April looked again at the sleeping young woman, who was nearly face leveled now, and remembered the scars on her body. The two different tattoos. Who was she? “What's her Name?” she asked carefully.

“I… I don't know.” the turtle answered with a sudden pain in his voice. “She could have died today for me, and I didn’t even know her name.” The memory of her lying lifeless in his arms and he was unable to call her name ripped him apart, and he began to tremble.

“Donnie…” April looked at the door where Mikey and Raph were standing. Their faces full of compassion. How long have they been there?

They came in, and let the Bo stayed in the doorway. Mikeys knelt beside his brother and Raph behind him, and they hugged him tightly. Donnie crumpled up the covers, and his tense body only allowed him to breathe shakily. He didn't say anything, but after a few moments, he calmed down and grabbed his brother's arms to squeezed them in return. "I think we should start collecting data." said April and looked over at the plastic bag she had placed on the floor by the door. Raph and Mikey let go of Donnie, who sent a faint smile to April.

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[ducknotinarow]

so what are the raphs doing for the caseys/yvonne for valentines day?

First I wish you a pleasant Valentines day!

Kay i wanna answer before work uwu cause im biased and I adore the ships uwu also tagging @aflockoffeathers cause their muses duh uwu

Going in order of verse is my habit so thats how I will answer.

87: Raph and Casey are a pretty new couple at this time in writing. Raph's aware Casey is kind of a shy guy he thinks it's adorable though. But he still would like to do so something nice because well hes a bit of a romantic himself. So how can he do something nice for Casey, that give them privacy but can still be a bit of big deal? But not too big? A nice dinner date might work? So he learned how to make a pizza from Mikey Pepperoni and peppers. he tries to make it into a heart. He finds a nice roof top of an old abandoned building some fair lights and candles for the mood lighting. Hes a bit shy himself but hopes casey fine for just eatting together instead of going after law breakers? his gift? he got Casey a nice metal bat uwu wood ones break and hes not sure how he keeps replacing them u-u

2003: Casey loves hockey and well lets be honest Raph has hang ups on what all he can do for Casey considering hes a mutant turtle and all. But damn he wants to do something for Casey but expressing those emotions can be hard for Raph. So whats something he can do only he can for Casey well he hopes. One treat Casey the way he feels they should be he's played music for Casey before but maybe he can do more? I feel Raph struggles with words on his own actions is where he shines so with little music skill he has he writes a song for Casey to play for them. It might make Raph uncomfortable a bit but hes willing to put up with that to do something nice for Casey.

07: Raph dose drop his guard a lot more because of their break up. So he makes a far bigger deal of the day hes showering Casey with love they wake up to breakfast in bed, to Raph gifting his a red rose. Cause he gave Casey one when he first told them he loved them. They might go out for a ride on their bikes maybe they go to central park seeing how thats where they befriended each other. They star gaze and Raph just dose anything he can to let Casey know he loves them. Openly speaking soft sharing soft kisses with them. his gift to Casey? its fucking Cheesy as hell but he got some help he records that song he worte them years ago so Casey can have it.

2012: One of the first dates Raph and Casey went on was the movies, it was kind of awful cause well Raph can't be down on the lot of course. TO casey it was awful cause he should have brought more blankets a pillows so Raph wouldn't be cold sure they turned it around and just made out but to Raph Casey dose a lot for him and he dose nothing. He wants the night to be about Casey much as he can. So Raph "borrows" a projector from Donnie, grabs a sheet and finds an old empty lot. Gets a air mattress for comfort makes sure they have blankets and pillows so Casey wont need to prep anything. He gets Casey a Rose with a little note he not good with words himself but he tries his best his pome sucks but he tried! He got snacks and some monster flicks, horror flicks and few romcons whatever Casey wanna watch. As a gift he was able make a patch of Casey's hockey mack and hood like when hes fighting. Maybe they can sew it on a hoodie or something he just thought it be nice and a use of one hobby raphs not open about.

Rise: Raph gets Yvoone the nicest flower he got her like 12 batches of Roses! red and purple sorry April he made you help im sure XD He dresses up best he could just for her. And plans the day just to be about her since he tends to have to divide his attention. They go to run of the mill for Dinner, they cuddle at her place to watch movies when it gets darker they go up to the surface and stargaze. its not fancy it's not meant to be fancy because he knows Yvoone just wants to be with him. His gift? he sucks at this but April got him one ofe those for kids sewing kits of a bear pattern and tried to make her a tiny little bear. The stitching is a bit of a mess but he made it for her because she likes to sew and it got a pacifier cause hes saying he wanna build a family with his girlwife ;3;

[obsidiancreates]

For your consideration, in the turtles meet eachother AU: 2012 Donatello 'I feel like a freak and just want to be human' Hamato meeting Casey 'Physically a human, culturally a mutant turtle' Jones Jr.

I feel like this can only end in them trying out a Body Swap.

"Hey, Other Master Donatello?"

"For the last time, please just say Donnie."

"Sorry. Um, I was thinking. You know how you wish you could be human?"

"Gee, no, I forgot about that."

"Right. Well, I always wondered- see, even though my Mom raised me for most of my life until she- well, I spent most of my time training, usually with Master Leonardo and my other Sensei's, and they kept forgetting I was a turtle like them. A lot of what they taught me was sort of turtle-specific and we had to work on how to adjust it for humans."

"Okay..."

"So, at some point it made me start feeling sort of, weird, about my body. Disconnected."

"We're just commiserating over shared species identity issues now?"

"No! I was thinking, maybe, we could try... swapping. You said it happened to your Ma- your Raph, once, right?"

"You- you're willing to swap bodies? You want to be a mutant?"

"I'm curious! And, besides, I want to try a few things I was taught but could never do myself!"

"... I... suppose as long as we know we can swap back..."

They do NOT tell anyone else because They Would Be Stopped. But boy howdy they go through with it (I just know Rise Donnie has a body-swap machine laying around somewhere that he made at like 4 am one night after too many coffees and promptly forgot about, 2012 just needs to check it over and tinker a bit and bam) and everyone else is just-

"Okay, tell me right now what you two were doing in my lab unsupervi-! Wait, something is off here."

Casey in Donnie's body is ooohing and ahhhing over how weird but strong he feels and how the shell actually has feeling, which he didn't expect, and Donnie in Casey's body is just still and staring into a mirror with wide eyes.

"Oh, no." Rise Donnie looks between them, and then at the machine. "You- I- OTHER LEO, YOUR BROTHER DID SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID!"

Literally everyone rushes downstairs at that, there's a moment of confusion because 2012 Leo was certain it must have been Mikey or Raph, but then-

"They swapped!"

"They- Donnie what-"

"Look at me!" The voice is probably the only part Donnie wishes transferred over, but ah well, small sacrifice. "I- ha! I'm human! I- this is amazing! Even the sensation of the air is different, my skin is so much thinner now!"

"So this is why Sensei always worried so much about me having armor," Casey marvels, scratching at the plastron in amazement at how protected he feels. He startles. "Wow, your voice sounds weird with my speech patterns."

"I know!" Donnie is full-on giddy, bouncing in place. "And-and I feel so light! How do human ever have trouble sneaking?!"

"Sooo... this is probably unhealthy, right?" Rise Leo whispers to 2012 Leo. "Because we cannot let them stay like that forever."

"If they're both happy though, why not?" Rise Mikey whispers back. "All that could happen is instinct could cause them to misuse the bodies, and Donnie could get Casey's spine broken in a fight forgetting he doesn't have a shell and Casey could hurt himself not realizing how strong he is nooooooohhhhh oh okay, I get it."

"Well, they'll have to stay like this for at least a day," Rise Donnie says, scowling as he checks the machine. "It's going to take a while to charge enough to do that again."

"I'm going to go the park!" 2012 Donnie is buzzing with excitement. "And I'm going to get ice cream, and-and talk to other people! I'm going to wear- what should I wear? Ha, I've never had to consider clothes before! Okay, um, I always thought big hoodies looked nice, and- jeans! I want to know why people love jeans so much!"

"I have to do some sparring before we swap back!" Casey goes up to Rise Leo and grins hopefully. "You always had to hold back so much in the future, now we can spar for real!"

"This is going to be a long day," 2012 Leo grumbles.

In the end they both enjoy the experiences very much but also miss their own bodies, but I think they do like. A once-a-month body swap from then on so Donnie can enjoy Human Activities and Casey can mess around while being like 20 times less vulnerable and stronger (those mutants are strong as FUCK and no-one can change my mind, yes including 2012).

Everyone worries a little about Donnie's mental health in the whole situation and keep an eye out for if it worsens his whole dysphoria thing he has going on but for the most part it actually seems to be alleviating it a lot. They're all quite surprised as how well Casey can use Donnie's body in training (never real combat if it can helped, just in case) and realize he really was trained to fight like a turtle and BOY does he excel at it.

[fevertowrite]

Hi so I was the one who sent the ask about taking requests and if you're interested here's my ask: Ok so you know how donnie disguises himself to go tech club with the purple dragons? So how about one where mikey disguises himself too so he can go to art class since he loves art. And one day he comes back to the lair looking down and all his brothers notice. He tells them that he's being picked on in class because of his art by an obnoxious classmate. And after he does so his bros look ready to throw down, with raph punching a training dummy straight in half, donnie trying to air-strike the kids house and leo ominously sharpening his swords. Just an idea I'd love to see but please don't rush if you decide to do it.

When Mikey goes up to Donnie and asks him about signing up for an art class, Donnie hesitates.

"It didn't really work out for me," Don shrugs in a monotone voice, "they're now my sworn enemies." And it's true when he did disguise himself to appeal to the humans and get into some tech club, he now cringes; the Purple Dragons turned out to be evil. So maybe it was just shit luck on his end.

"Okay, but Dee," Mikey starts, "you don't understand, I want to grow as an artist, and I feel limited with my art skills without a teacher."

And Donnie wants to tell him that his art is perfectly fine, but as someone who's into tech, he wishes he could blab about it with someone who understands – like the Purple Dragons, he thinks to himself, and maybe even learn more. But, of course, he's already good at his skill, but another opinion wouldn't be so bad. So, he gets Mikey in a way.

Maybe April can help with this, sign up for the class under her name, and he'd disguise himself.

"Okay, I'll talk to April and see what we can do."

"Ohmigosh, thanks, Dee!" Mikey goes into a hug, but Donnie doesn't hug back; he just gives him a faltered smile.

X

With Donnie and April's help, they manage to get Mikey into this class in her high school. April said something about how she's supposed to take art for credit but didn't actually want to, so she's happy that Mike can take it for her.

But of course, Mike has to disguise himself. He's wearing his signature orange hoodie and has the hood over his head. In addition, he has these neon green joggers and red crocs; they're Raph's and fit a little too big for him, but he has them in sports mode, and they don't look too bad on him. He's also wearing a neon orange mask like the other kids have to wear during class; thanks to Rona, he has a clip holding it back since he technically has no ears. But he's happy they have to wear masks, so he can hide from the other kids.

 He sits in the back of the class and limits himself from talking. He came to learn, not socialize. As much as he'd love to, he reminds himself he's not human, and they're not like April. The kids will freak out if they found out.

But he's slowly accepted in the class; despite being the "quiet kid," his art is excellent, and his teacher, Ms. Estrada, always puts up the kids' artwork one by one to talk and critique it.

Mike comes to find out that he does more graffiti-style street art. It's never criticized and quite accepted by Estrada. He feels more confident in his work.

X

"How was your class, Miguel," Leo asks behind a comic book, looking over at him.

"Good," Mike answers, pulling down his mask, "Ms. Estrada likes my style!"

"Sounds good, Hermano," Leo looks away and goes back to reading, and Mike sits next to him, having a bunch of stories to tell him in the 40-minute class.

Leo beams, setting his comic book down to listen to his brother's ramble.

X

Coming home from class, Mike usually has all this pent-up energy. His brothers know him very well, so when he comes home, his hand is on the opposite shoulder and sagging. Raph instantly knows something wrong.

"Hey, Mikey." Raph greets his brother, but Mikey faces away from him.

"Hi." Comes the quiet voice.

Raph looks over to Leo and makes eye contact with him, eyes shifting to Mike's. Leo instantly gets up from the couch and joins him. Donnie stays behind and, on his phone, but he's there and listening.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Raph's voice is soft and in big brother mode. He bends his knees to look at Mikey better.

Mike's heart is on his sleeve; no matter how hard he tries to hide his feelings, it always bleeds through. He's kind of ashamed; he thought he could handle this himself.

"I think a kid is being rude to me." He wants to say bullying, but it sounds so cliché.

Donnie stops and looks up from his phone.

"Who's being rude to you?" He asks before Raph and Leo can.

"I – I don't know, really. I think this kid is, but he doesn't say anything to me. When Estrada shows my artwork, he's pointing and laughing at it." Mike still won't make eye contact, and he feels the tension in the air. But he continues, "at first, I thought he was laughing with me, so I'd chuckle too, but then he'd stop. After a few times of showing my artwork, I realized he's making fun of my art, and maybe… maybe me?" He shrugs half-heartedly. He feels the tears threatening to spill, but he's holding it back, but he can't control his voice wavering.

"Mikey, hey…" Raph puts a hand on his shoulder and looks ready to say something. Leo beats him to the punch.

"Why don't we go and teach this kid a lesson?" Leo says dramatically, punching his fist on his palm.

"Leo." Raph threatens, "he's like 14; we can't just beat him up."

"No, no," Donnie interrupts, "I agree with Leon. Violence is the answer."

"Donnie," he hisses, but he wants to teach this kid not to mess with their brother.

"Guys, guys. It's okay." Mike wipes off a tear, "this is just…new to me."

"It shouldn't even be happening to you," Raph tells him, and Donnie's wielding his tech bo glaringly with a chainsaw sticking out.

"Donnie." Raph threatens again.

Donnie turns off the chainsaw, but he still has his bo in his hands. "Look, this punk kid will continue unless we do something."

"I think I have an idea," Leo says, a smile on his face.

Raph's not sure what his idea is and doesn't want to know. All he knows is that the next day, the three of them focused solely on Mike's bully.

X

Raph throws a hard punch at the dummy in the dojo. It swings, creaking under momentum, and comes back to him. He punches again, and this time, the dummy falls to the ground with a broken chain.

"Cool it, Hermano," Leo tells him, sharpening his Odachi; the smell of honing oil is strong, and Raph picks up the discarded dummy.

"Sorry," Raph says half-heartedly, he tries to put the chain back on, but it's broken. He sighs, frustration wrinkled on his forehead.

Leo lifts his Odachi from the whetstone, looking over to Raph. "Donnie can fix that," he tells him, "But you losing your cool can't."

Raph nods heavily; he hates seeing Mikey upset. He'd rather try and lift a school bus than see his brother sad. When Raph was appointed leader, he told himself he'd protect his brothers, but this? A grade B bully? They all are wearing their disguises, it only being 10 in the morning, Mike’s class is starting soon.

Mikey enters the dojo and sees the fallen dummy and Leo sharpening his Odachi. "You guys…" He pleads quietly, tired and over it, "you don't have to."

"Oh, sweet child," Leo looks over glaringly, "but we will."

Mikey sometimes is thankful for his brothers; it may be meddling, maybe a little petty, for the younger one to bring his big brothers to rescue him. But he's thankful. Donnie comes out of nowhere, mumbling and typing on his sleeve, asking for the kid's name to target him. Mike can barely hear what Donnie's saying, but he knows he heard something about an airstrike and laughs.

Mikey looks over at them and smiles. He knows his brothers have his back.

The poor kid doesn't even know what's coming.  

[1bootyyyshaker9000]

Rottmnt

Leo and y/n. G/n rock star becomes friends with Leo via discord part 1 Platonic or romantic up to the reader. 

Leo wouldn’t stop stealing Donnie's game set so Donnie created/bought a switch lite (the cyan one) for him

“There, Nardo, now leave me the hell alone”

It took 2 days for Donnie to regret that decision because Leon is completely sucked into it, not only that, he’s joined a discord group chat- A DISCORD GROUP CHAT. 

Y/n uses a switch to relax after a big show, being a rockstar is exhausting but hey at least you have DaVinc1 to make you laugh on the more stressful days. 

Does Leo treat you like a noob despite the fact he’s had that switch for less than a week? Absolutely. 

Do you kick him to the zombies in minecraft for his disrespect? OBVIOUSLY. 

Homeboy once got kicked out of the sewers cause of how harshly he cursed your mario kart skills. 

He still won though.

Your trash talk could use work though bc it’s basically: “Your mom” “>:O” 

But don’t worry because the Champion of joking at the worst times is here to teach you.

Leo once got Mikey to play with you both but kicked him fast when he realised how quick you two would gang up on poor leo. 

Mikey and Y/n are merciless. For the sake of the world you two will never meet. 

Leo is the king of verbal key smashing and your band mates are begging you to wear headphones

They love that Leo is helping you relieve stress and that you’re making friends but do you have to play at 4am?????

basic things that can be heard from your gaming sessions:

"Do you think the demon baby can actually feel pain?" [chucking the thing in the oven] "I don’t think babies are real."

"I know you cheated, you fuck, I will find you…and I will kill you." [in the comfort and safety of the actual fucking sewers] "I’ll roll out the welcome mat, Liam Neesan." 

You’re??? only one to understand??? and laugh at his jokes????

He is floored when you send him the most cursed memes out of nowhere at the most random times. 

His favourite is the kwispy one.

Leo will pay you to stop sending him sonic memes. 

Donnie will pay you to keep sending the sonic memes and even supply a few he’s been saving.

After months and months of chatting, killing zombies, killing each other and tormenting virtual babies, you both start wishing you could meet in real life.  

I don’t want him to be intimidated by who I am :( What if they’re  a l l e r g i c  to turtles!!!!!!

both the mad dogs and your band mates are tired of hearing this

Ahhh but fate moves in cunning cold bitch ways. 

Touring to New York City proves difficult when fans break into your room for reasons beyond comprehension, and Leo just happens to be patrolling near the hotel. 

Takes him a second to recognise you in your pj’s and hoodie, and Holy fucking shit balls- Y/N FUCKIN L/N crawling out a window on the 55th floor!!!!!!!!

inching towards the window of the room your manager’s in, and you’re doing a good enough job of it that Leo considers leaving you to your escape, which is too bad he really would have liked to meet-

-your foot slips 

Leo portals to you so fucking fast you have no idea what happened. “Don't freak out, don't freak out” panic-whispers a familiar voice, his hand covering your eyes while he leads you somewhere.

When you do open your eyes you’re on the roof of some pizza restaurant. “What the actual fuck????” 

Your manager was nice enough not to ask why you ran away to get pizza instead of hiding with them.

the restaurant owners were nice enough to get you a ladder.

your manager also upped the security.

[arrowjaeger]

Basic TMNT Headcanons (2012)

because i think we need more tmnt headcanons that aren’t solely revolving around how they would be as a boyfriend…

Leonardo

• he/him

• bi guy in denial

• doesn’t fully understand what LGBTQIA+ is but supports it

• is the oldest of his brothers

• definitely has all the first born traits

• goody-two-shoes, tattletale, annoyingly nice etc.

• has seen every episode of space heroes 37 times

• is maybe a little too protective over his comic book collection

• like he wouldn’t even let his brothers talk about it

• pretends he’s edgier than he is

• is listed as “Fearless” Raph’s phone

• often wrongly deemed as Splinter’s favorite

• listens to one direction

• unknowingly listens to music about gay men and vibes to it not realizing he relates to it

• always makes his bed in the morning

• probably does yoga at 6 am in the dojo

• will only watch sci fi

• plays adventure games like Zelda or Tomb Raider

• makes the best tea

• is mostly vegan

• a poser when it comes to skateboarding

• has separation anxiety

• teachers pet when it comes to learning ninjitsu

• thinks he has the best smile

• probably has dimples

• would rather be cold than hot

• being cold blooded that leads to issues

• relates to Linkin Park’s “What I’ve Done” on a spiritual level

• cannot sing

• like he cannot carry a tune whatsoever

• if the ninja turtles came out with a christmas album, Leo would be stuck playing the triangle

• he’d try to sing backup but Donnie would turn his mic off

Raphael

• he/him

• kinda homophobic but he doesn’t realize it/kinda just internalized homophobia

• second oldest

• is sour that he isn’t the tallest

• secretly likes frank sinatra music

• most protective brother but he’d never admit it

• honestly he’s just a big teddy bear

• is determined to make himself look good in grey sweatpants

• doesn’t know how to play his drum set but likes the vibe it gives his room

• wishes he could learn how to play the guitar but he doesn’t have enough fingers

• is listed as “hulk” in Mikey’s phone

• is probably still learning how to read

• problem child (tm)

• dry scoops protein powder

• always adds 30lbs when he tells you how much he can bench press

• likes action movies as much as he says he likes horror

• he hates horror

• rages when he plays Fortnite or Apex

• he also plays Twisted Metal

• does clap push ups to show off

• has amazing thighs

• surprisingly the best driver out of all of them when he tries

Donatello

• he/they

• baby he’s bi bi bi

• likes April and Casey both but hasn’t realized it yet

• third oldest

• middle child (tm)

• complains about being the middle child but no one hears him cuz he is *cough* the middle child

• has a concerning obsession with star wars

• hopeless romantic

• has like 12,000 date ideas but is too scared of rejection to ask anyone out

• 70% brains, 30% coffee

• corrects others grammar (sometimes he just mutters the corrections under his breath)

• gives the BEST gifts

• super insecure about the way he looks

• hates his hands and wishes they were smaller so he could work on his tech easier

• love language is definitely words of affirmation

• listens to too much dubstep music

• he definitely listens to vocaloid

• read all of the harry potter books in a week

• he is nearsighted and he didn’t even realize people could see things that were so far away-

• wore April’s glasses once and was blown away with how much he could see that he asked if he could keep them

• she let him have them (seeing as she either wears contacts or just accepts the fact that she can’t see) and he popped the lenses out making his own customized spectacles

• he only wears them sometimes but usually has them on him

• wants to wear a bi flag colored mask in june

• is obsessed with hoodies

• is listed as “Donato” in Leo’s phone

• anxiety and depression

• maybe a little ocd

• probably helps tutor kids online

• enjoys Alfred Hitchcock and Twilight Zone

• really doesn’t feel like he has time for games but when he does he sticks to the classics like Tetris or Kablooey

• occasionally plays Overwatch because April plays it

• is basically the therapist of the group

• gives the best advice unless it comes to relationships

• knows all the LGBTQIA+ labels

• if you talk to him about how you are feeling about sexuality or gender he with diagnose you

• memorizes spotify ads

• lip syncs to them whenever they play

Michelangelo

• he/they

• doesn’t use labels but identifies strongly with pansexuality

• go with the flow kinda dude

• doesn’t care about labels

• supportive as fuck-

• youngest out of his brothers

• used to like being called “baby brother” but after being called it for 15 years he started getting sick of it

• *fs 180 ollies into your dms*

• brain empty unless it comes to skateboarding moves, then he knows all the terminology

• probably a pro at Tony Hawk 3 for the PS1

• secretly is an amazing graffiti artist

• has teamed up with Casey to make amazing pieces more than once

• definitely makes tiktoks and everyone just thinks he is a guy in costume or is a cgi creation

• has an insane amount of followers

• is OBSESSED with Jojo Siwa

• would wear high tops if his feet would fit into them

• probably has a JoJo Siwa scooter with matching knee and elbow pads

• has “High Top Shoes” on repeat in his brain 24/7

• ADHD

• is listed as “Baby Bro” in Donnie’s phone and he hates it

• honestly an amazing cook when he tries to be

• laughs at hate comments

• Splinter’s actual favorite

• only watches cartoons or Nickelodeon sit coms

• relates to Cat Valentine

• sucker for minecraft

• he found a cat village and built his house right next to it

• screams whenever he sees a baby zombie

• they run so fast

• gives the best relationship advice

[teetlestansecond]

welcome to another meme monday that's actually on time this week from my favorite tiktoks and tumblr posts ft. my ocs

mikey: looked up my symptoms on webmd and it turns out i have an ancient ancestral curse that has been passed down my bloodline for generations

vinny: yeah yeah adhd we've all got it

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donnie: "there is no liberal indoctrination in college" meanwhile thousands of colleges have a liberal arts program and there's not a single one with a conservative arts program

talise: the CONSERVATIVE ARTS????? it's called a business degree

rhys: i think conservative arts are what nfts are

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vinny, on the phone with donnie: i am in the lab sipping test tube substances and critiquing them like fine wine

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leo: yo mama so MARIO she jumps for joy when she gets the gold coin!

artemisia: this isn't even a joke this is a non-joke. this is a joke an 11 year old failed to create

leo:

leo: yo mama so GO TO HELL she is damned for eternity!

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future!cassandra bringing baby casey home: his name is white boy and he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone

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donnie: anyone know any good substitutes for love and personal fulfillment?

vinny: crunchwrap supreme from taco bell

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raph: hi, my name's raph with a b and i've been afraid of insects my whole life -

atari: stop stop stop. where

raph: hm?

atari: where's the b?

raph: THERE'S A BEE????

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april: repeat after me babe

april: when we go - when they go low, we go to what?

talise: hell. or whatever michelle obama said

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atari: hey vinny! are you wearing your running bottoms - and your hoodie?

talise: ... vinny are you going running?

vinny: ...

raph: have fun!

vinny: *leaves*

atari: ohy god what is wrong with vinny???

talise: yeah what happened are you guys okay????

raph: vinny is going for a run, if anything we should be asking what's right with her

atari: she only goes running if she's upset and she's wearing her sad hoodie and by the looks of it it's been washed which is bone-chilling

raph: she's fine. everything's okay

leo, bursting into the room: i just passed vinny on the STREET RUNNING. ON PURPOSE. OH MY GOD

raph: maybe i was wrong

leo, yelling out through a drain: VINNY ARE YOU OKAY? I SEE YOU. AND I LOVE YOU

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talise: i wake up, i suffer, and i say "i'm vibing! i'm vibing!" i'm NOT vibing!! i'm suffering and nothing - are you listening?

leo, listening to dangerous woman: same! 🎵 something 'bout youuuu makes me feel like a -🎵

talise and leo: 🎵- dangerous womaaaaan🎵

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raph: being the person that needs to nap after every big meal is so embarassing. i apologize for being a 1 week old

atari: isn’t it joyful to be a large predator..... eat a lot of food and then go lie down about it

raph, tearing up: actually you are so right

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rhys: love the way we finish each others’ sentences

mikey: it’s like we’re soulmates

rhys: or the beastie boys

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talise: me and the girls watching it all unfold

raph: watching what unfold??

talise: if you aren’t watching it all unfold, you must be what’s unfolding

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artemisia: i’m broken when my name is spoken. what am I?

april: mcdonald’s ice cream machine

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vinny: the guy who invented mayonnaise was probably like “damn i wish this sandwich tasted bad”

mikey: clearly you’ve never had pizza with mayonnaise

vinny: i’ve never throttled someone to death my bare hands either but unlike what you said that can change any second

[dripkingpetey]

give me a chance-j.virtanen

a/n:this took me way longer than it should’ve but I've just had no motivation for writing lol (watch me not post another fic for the longest time-)

1910 words

“Y/n, I bet you’re the only girl that’s ever turned Jake down.” Brock said to you over the loud sounds of people talking in the background of the bar and he wasn’t wrong, any girl who Jake has every approached or even talked to would be falling in love with him right away but not you. You always used the excuses like “I’ve known him for too long, it would be weird.” Or “I just don’t want anything with anyone right now,” But all of that just made Jake want you more.

“He’s not wrong.” The young swede sitting to the left of you chimed in. “I’ve never seen anyone turn Jake down, you must have some anti Jake gene in you or something.” The three of you bursted laughing at Elias’ words before you took a sip of your drink. “I don’t know, I want something serious and I know Jake can’t give me that.” You said quietly but Brock and Elias definitely heard you as they exchanged a look to each other.

Jake came back to the area that all of you were seated and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, clearly very drunk. “Hey,” He grinned while slowly closing his eyes as he couldn’t help but drift off to sleep.

“Are you sure you guys don’t have something going on? Secretly fucking or friends with benefits?” Brock joked quietly, looking at you rubbing Jakes back and comforting him. “Seems like you and petey are the ones that are secretly fucking.” You commented at Brocks words and his face immediately turned red. 

By the next morning you had completely forgotten what you had said last night, the only thing occupying your head was the pounding headache from your hangover. “Hey,” Jake grinned while taking a sip of water in his kitchen and that was when you realized you had fallen asleep on his couch last night. “You’re creepy, were you watching me sleep?” You joked and threw a pillow at him. “For your information, I was not. I actually need to get ready for practice.”

“Do you mind taking care of Bruce and Donny today? I forgot they had to go to the groomers.” Jake asked nicely knowing you would say yes. “Yes, but only if you hangout with me tonight.” You smiled at him as he nodded. “Count me in, okay I really gotta go get ready.” Jake pulled you in for a hug and a light kiss on the head before he rushed to get ready, you waited till Jake left to get ready for the day. You had clothes there from spending time over there so much so you grabbed a pair of leggings and your favourite hoodie of Jakes before you hopped in the shower.

You ran some errands before you had to pick the dogs up from the groomer, you sat them in the backseat before taking a photo of you and the dogs to show Jake you had picked them up.

i got the boys :) 

*image attachment*

Is that my sweater?

maybeee

I’ll be home soon, should I pick up dinner?

nope, i already planned what we’re doing for dinner

You started putting away the groceries and grabbed the ingredients you needed for dinner, you decided to make burgers and salad for dinner since you knew it was Jakes favourite meal and he was dying to try out the new grill he purchased the other day. 

“Hey.” Jake whispered right by your ear which made you jump while preparing the salad. “I already knew you were here,” “Yeah but you still got scared.” Jake chuckled at you and sat on the stool for the kitchen island. “What’s for dinner?” Jake raised an eyebrow at you before you pulled out the hamburger patties. “Burgers, you get to use the grill that you’ve been dying to use.” You smiled as Jakes eyes immediately lit up. “Oh god, you are a literal man-child.” You sighed with a chuckle.

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Since Jake was gone on a road trip, you went over to his house to take care of his dogs and the house, it was the second game of their road trip when Jake got his injury.

You couldn’t help but sigh as you saw Jake get hit, he was against Dallas when Jamie Oleksiak collided with Jake. But the sigh quickly turned into fear when Jake was struggling to get up. “Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself as the refs whistled and the trainer went on to help him. Jake slipped a little but got off the ice quickly with the help of Bo and Brock.

You watched the replays of the hit that they were showing on tv before you texted Jake.

i watched the game, call me when you can please.

You were half asleep when Jake called you, you quickly woke up from the call and answered.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Your voice was sleepy and Jake could tell. “Hey, I’m okay. Sorry did I wake you up?” Hearing Jakes voice made you calm down. “No, no its okay.” You mumbled, half asleep which made Jake chuckle. “I’ll be home tomorrow.” Jake quickly realized you weren’t listening when he heard your light little snores. “I love you” He whispered before hanging up to fall asleep as well.

You woke up early next morning and cleaned up around the house and  waited for him to come home. “Oh god I look like a mess.” You mumbled as you saw a glimpse of yourself in the window.  You quickly tried to fix your hair and outfit but quickly gave up and changed into a set of Jakes clothes along with a messy bun.

“Hey.” Jake said cheekily as he flopped himself on top on you, wincing a little from his injury. “Hey,” You mumbled quietly, now realizing you were asleep. “You’re home.” You grinned. “Would be better if it was our home though,” Jake winked as he whispered into your ear. “Jake,” You sighed as he kissed your cheek. “Y/n, just kiddinggg.” Jake said as he dragged on the ‘g’ and sat up on the couch.

“How was your trip? Well other than the injury.” You asked but quickly realized it wasn’t a good question to ask him. “The trip was pretty fun, but did you know the doctor actually said that cuddling will help out my concussion and my injuries?” Jake smirked as you looked up at him. “Oh really?” You teased, moving your body onto Jakes and burying your face in his chest while you traced the tattoos on his arm with your fingers. “Yeah, just like that.” Jake chuckled and rested his face into the top of your head.

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Jake didn’t want anything super special for his birthday this year, just a little party at his place with close friends, which was surprising since Jake was a party guy.

“Morning, birthday boy.” You grinned over FaceTime to a half asleep Jake. “Hey.” Jake mumbled, pulling his blanket up to his head. “What do you want?”

“Woah, woah. I’m just trying to be nice and wish you a happy birthday,” You defended yourself as Jake laughed. “I’m just kidding, thank you y/n.”

You ended the call shortly after to go get ready for the day since Jake kept on whining about wanting to go back to sleep. 

You snuck into Jakes house with your spare key, setting down the breakfast you had picked up from his favourite cafe. You tippy toed quietly up the stairs to Jakes room, trying not to wake him up yet. Sneaking into Jakes bed and cuddling up behind him. “Hey.” You mumbled against Jakes neck before giving him a kiss there. “Y/n?” Jake mumbled, chuckling a little. “How did you get in?” 

“I have your key dummy.” You laughed, starting to play with Jakes hair and you knew he loved it. “I brought you your favourite breakfast.” You smiled as you saw the smile grow on Jakes face as well. “You did?” “Yep its in the kitchen,” Jake jumped up out go bed and headed downstairs as you sighed and laid in his bed for awhile.

Before you knew it, you had dozed off to sleep. Groaning as you woke up to the loud music playing downstairs combined with the sound of people talking. Making sure you looked presentable and awake before going downstairs.

“Hey, you’re up!” Jake exclaimed as you walked downstairs and greeted everyone, realizing that Jake was already very drunk. “The drinks are in the kitchen if you want one.” Jake grinned with his visible rosy cheeks. “Thank you.” You smiled at Jake and made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a red bull and taking a big sip so you can pour way too much vodka in the can than needed. 

Completely tipsy and almost drunk, you found yourself sitting on top of Jakes lap with your face inches away from his. Jake softly but his hand on your cheek and you leaned in as well, realizing what you were doing and pulled away.

“Why won’t you give me a chance?” Jake whined at you pulling your face away from his. “Jake.” You mumbled quietly. “No, don’t give me that ‘Jake’ bullshit. Give me a reason.” “Its not that I don’t feel the same way about you, I do, but I don’t know what you want out of this and I want something serious, not one of your casual Friday night hookups, I want an actual relationship but I don’t think you want that.” You finally let it all out, the things you’ve been whining about to Brock and Elias, he finally knew. 

It took Jake a moment to process what you said especially under the influence, but he tried to sober up before he could say anything else. “Just give me a chance y/n, I promise I can be the serious relationship you want.” You sighed at his words, knowing you needed another sip of alcohol before you could do anything else. “Tell me that in the morning Jake, when you’re sober.” You stood up and left the living room so you didn’t have to see the disappointed look on Jakes face, finding yourself in his bedroom and changing into Jakes clothes so you could drift off to sleep. 

You woke up to Jake wanting to talk about last night immediately but you somehow successfully persuaded him to let you wake up and have a cup of coffee.“I know I haven’t had the best reputation with long-term relationships but I wanna try, with you. So just please, can we work this out?” Jake said quietly, he’s never had to do stuff like this before and you could tell he was taking it seriously. “You know how this is gonna end if it doesn’t go well right? I need you and I can’t lose you.” You said quietly, afraid to make any eye contact with him because you were tearing up at the thought of losing him.

“Then I won’t let it go bad.” Jake sat closer to you and tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and he noticed the tears. 

“You promise?” You mumbled, looking up at him. “I promise y/n.” Jake said while smiling lightly at you before you pressed your lips onto his and you could’ve sworn the kiss was out of a movie, it was perfect.

[tmngoose]

Nice Words: a Turtle Tots Drabble

Based on my headcanon. I’m sure there’s some errors, but w/e. It’s almost 3am :A!  1,632 word count. G-Rated. Tags include: sibling squabbles, sad feelings, happy endings, and hurt/comfort? Read it under the cut! (Once I get my Ao3 up and running it’s all over for y’all) :U

It was late in the afternoon when Splinter had finished making himself a cup of tea. As he placed Ol' Skelly back onto the stovetop, his ears pricked towards the kitchen's entrance, where he could distinctly hear the pitter-patter of feet tottering down the hallway, followed by a series of sharp whispers.  "Boys," Splinter addressed, "Didn't I tell you four that you could only have your snacks after you tidied up your bedrooms?" It wouldn't have been the first time his turtle-children attempted to sneak into the snack cabinet and reward themselves for a job half-done.  "U-Um, actually, it's just us three," Mikey answered meekly.   Splinter raised a brow, "Three?" He turned around and spotted Raph, Leo, and Mikey huddled together in the doorway, their expressions mixed. "Where's Purple?"  Raph pushed Leo forward, earning a scowl from his younger brother, "Leo and Donnie were fighting again, and then Donnie ran off somewhere!"  "Tattle-tale," Leo grumbled, folding his arms with a huff. Splinter sighed, "Blue? I thought we talked about using our nice words towards each other?" He knelt before Leo, who fidgeted under his father's attention.  "But I did!" Leo's passionate claim wavered. He guiltily stared down at his feet, "Well, I mean, I did at first. But he started it!" The slider's fire returned, only quelled by Splinter, who pressed a finger up to his mouth. "That's not important," Splinter said, "What's important now is finding your brother and setting things right."  "But, we looked everywhere for him!" Mikey whimpered, tears threatening to spill from his watery eyes.  Raph began counting off on his fingers, "We searched the bathroom, all of our bedrooms and the living room! I even looked inside your chair!"   "I still think he could've flushed himself down the toilet," Leo mumbled to himself, earning another look of disapproval from Splinter.  "Then, it sounds like you three have a lot of backtracking to do!" Splinter patted Mikey's shell and took a moment to dry the box turtle's tears with his sleeve. "But worry not, my sons, for I will help you."                                                                -x- What Splinter had promised was a half-truth. While his boys double-checked their bedrooms, Splinter took his cup of tea into the living room. He could keep an eye out for Donnie while also keeping an eye on his favorite TV show.      Splinter shook his head upon discovering the state of disarray the living room was left in from Raph, Leo, and Mikey’s frantic search for Donnie. He decided he'd make the boys sort out the rest of the living room after supper. Splinter fixed the cushions of his armchair, made himself comfortable, sipped his tea, and then twirled the remote control between his fingers. Splinter's thumb hovered over the power button. Just before he could click it, there came a strange sound from close-by. Sniffle...  It was a soft, sad sound that made Splinter's ears twitch. He listened carefully and heard nothing. He shrugged, pointed the remote at the projector screen, and- Sniff... sniffle...  - there it was again! If Splinter was right, the noise was coming from beneath him? He slid out of his seat and checked underneath the armchair.  "Purple?" Splinter blinked. "What are you doing under there?" Donnie turned away from Splinter, burrowing further into his hoodie until he eventually disappeared into his shell. He sniffled again, and Splinter frowned.  "Surely, you can't be comfy down there?" Splinter held out his hand. "Why not come out and join me? We can watch Scorpion Treadmill together!" Splinter only needed to wait a few more seconds before he felt Donnie's hand lightly take ahold of his own. Splinter's fingers curled around the tiny hand and carefully helped Donnie out from under the recliner.  Splinter kept his word. He plopped back down in his seat and placed Donnie on his lap, who was still tucked inside his shell. Splinter turned on the TV and sipped his tea once more, setting the cup and saucer down on Donnie's back.  By the time the first commercial break came on, Donnie finally spoke up from within his shell, "Leo said he wished Laceface was his brother instead of me."  Splinter looked down at Donnie and lowered the volume on the TV, "Laceface? Oh! You mean the football you boys are always breaking things with? Now, why would Blue say something like that?"   "Because he's a big meanie," Donnie murmured sourly. "Now, Purple. What did we say about using our nice words towards each other?"  "Well, he is!" Donnie's head popped out of his shell, his eyes puffy from crying. "Me 'n Mikey were playing Jupiter Jim when Leo and Raph crashed our game with their stupid Sports Ball game!"  "Uh-huh," Splinter nodded, sipping his tea.  "And then Leo's trick pass caused Raph to break our moon buggy!"   "You don't say?"   "So I told Leo he owed us a new moon buggy, but he said it wasn't his fault our moon buggy broke so easily cuz it's cardboard! So then I said to him that it was his fault because it was his dum-dum trick pass that caused Raph to break our moon buggy in the first place! And then Leo said his trick pass wasn't dumb, and that I was the dumb one!"  Donnie went on. Splinter could see where all this was going. Indeed, it was a messy situation, though thankfully, he knew of a way to fix it. When Donnie finished recounting his side of the story, the young turtle was just as hurt when he had first hid under Splinter's armchair. Donnie lifted his glasses out of the way so he could wipe his eyes and swallowed the sob caught in his throat.   "Who am I kidding?" Donnie's shoulders sagged with defeat. "They'd probably care more about Laceface than me." Splinter began rubbing Donnie's back, hoping to calm him down, "You know that's not true. Your brothers care very much about you, including Blue!"  "Nuh-uh," Donnie shook his head in disbelief.  "Yuh-huh," Splinter answered, "Why, surely you must've heard them tearing this room apart while they were looking for you?"  "Well, yeah..." "Did you know they're still looking for you?" Splinter continued, "Why, they've been so worried about you!" "R-Really?"  "Really," Splinter petted the top of Donnie's head.  "Even Leo?" "Only one way to find out," Splinter cleared his throat, "BOYS!"  Splinter's bellow echoed off the walls of the lair. Donnie could hear his siblings clumsily stumble over each other as they piled into the living room, though none of them dared to approach Splinter's armchair, and with good reason too: they still hadn't found Donnie.  "Yeah, Pops?" Raph asked hesitantly. "Have you boys found Purple yet?" Splinter winked down at Donnie and signaled for him to stay quiet. Donnie, unsure of what Splinter was scheming, obediently covered his mouth with both of his hands.   "Um, n-no, not yet," Mikey spoke up with a sad tremor in his throat.   "Oh, that's too bad," Splinter lamented, "I suppose I will have to find you a new brother, huh? Maybe that football you boys love so much?" He mused aloud.  "What?!" Raph gasped, "Replace Donnie?!"  "With Laceface?!" Leo sounded just as upset as Raph and Mikey, which surprised Donnie. "You can't do that!" Leo protested.  "Why not?" Splinter questioned. "Didn't you say you'd rather have Laceface as your brother anyway?"   "W-Well, yeah, but... b-but...," Leo grew quiet, and then burst out crying; the weight of his guilt finally crashing down on him. "I don't want a football for a brother!! I d-didn't mean it when I said that!  I want Donnie for a brother-," Leo's hiccuping stopped abruptly, "-wait a sec, how did you know I said that to Donnie?" "Because he told me," Splinter replied cheekily and held Donnie out over the side of his armchair for his brothers to see.   "Donnie!!" Leo, Raph, and Mikey ran towards the soft-shell and tackled him out of Splinter's hands. They smothered Donnie in a great big heap on the floor; one could barely spot the soft-shell within the mess of arms as his brothers nuzzled him.  At first, Donnie was uncomfortable. The hug was suffocating and almost unbearable until he noticed how happy and relieved his brothers were to have found him: including Leo.   "I'm sorry, Donnie," apologized Leo, "I never meant any of it, honest!"  "And I'm sorry too," Donnie gritted out, "B-but maybe you guys could st-stop squeezing me? M-My oxygen levels..." He squeaked helplessly. Splinter smiled, satisfied with their touching reunion, "I hope you all learned a valuable lesson today."   "We sure did!" Raph beamed, "Donnie's the best at hide-and-seek!"  "What? No!" Splinter shook his head, "Well, maybe, but that's not it! Sometimes, when we're angry, we say things to each other that we do not mean. That is why it is super-duper important to always use our nice words towards each other!"   To the four turtle tots, their father spoke words of wisdom. Their eyes glistened in awe and respect.  "Now then!" Splinter's tender fatherly disposition suddenly turned agitated and firm, "Why were you boys playing Jupiter Jim and Sports Ball in the first place?! Didn't I tell you to clean your rooms before my shows started?!"  The turtle brothers yelped and scrambled out of the living room before Splinter could punish any of them.  "Quick, Donnie!" Raph cried out, "Tell us your secret ways of hide-and-seek!" He held Donnie high above his head, leading the gang to his bedroom. "Yeah!" Leo agreed, "Dad can't punish us if he can't find us!"  The turtle tots giggled and shrieked as they carried on their mischief elsewhere within the lair. Splinter shook his head. He reached for his tea and found that the last few sips had gone cold. Though that hardly mattered, for the laughter of his children warmed him all the same. 

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

I had a thought the beginning of a third TMNT bayverse film would've started with the turtles being 19 to 21 years old, and doing their own ASMR videos with their own youtube usernames kinda like this in my opinion 😂😂:

*whispers* Greetings my lovely students, it is I, your Sensei "the great Master Leo." And today, we will be doing a very silent meditation session today. Before we begin, please subscribe to my channel and slice the bell icon for more meditating and ninja training tutorials. Now that we got that out of the way, let us begin our session. Let me just put some relaxing music here, and we shall get started...*does meditation things in silence for the remainder of the video*

*whispers loudly* wassup you beautiful bitches! It's me your tough red headed big boy here! "Mr.Sexy Ripped Raph!" Today, I'm gonna do some quiet weight lifting and whispering dirty things in the microphone afterwards. Subscribe to my channel for more sweet ass content from me, or imma go into your house and fuck you up so good, you wont be able to walk in a full week. Now that shit is out of my system, lets do dis thang. So, prepare to have your ovaries explode!....*he prepares his weights and begins lifting them up, but they fall on top of the camera and it breaks* FFFFFFUUU- *please stand by...* 😅

*whispers in a very soft tone* Hello my darling assistants. This is your favorite brilliant science guy, "Professor-Donnie." Today, I shall be mixing three different liquids with some salt. Before we begin, here's a little word from our sponser, Adam and Eve. Care to experiment on yourself with some gorgeous looking glass butt plugs to ram up your bum with? Or vibrate that beautiful pink clit to make yourself squirt with a rechargeable vibrating bunny dildo like a pulsating sprinkler that you have at your front yard? Than use the code:"ProDonnie" to get a 30% off special offer for your purchase of $100 or more on any items you wish to buy, and you will recieve free gifts with that purchse such as a sex tape, a free toy, and a starter kit. Again, the code is "ProDonnie". Also, subscribe to my channel for more sciencey content. Now that this is all in conclusion, let us begin. *starts mixing the liquid and salt as it bubbles and puts it close to the microphone whispering some more* you here that?.....that is the sound.....of science.....

*whispers excitedly* what is up my Babes and bros! It's me your awesome, handsome, and totally cool pizza loving, sexy skateboarding gamer boy with a dazzling personality, the one, the only, "Happy-go-lucky-Mikey!" And today, we will be playing the new Crash:4 its about time! Woo hoo! Im so excited for this thing! I cannot wait to get started! And while I play, I will also silently eat some pizza while I'm at it. So let us start this awesome journey with our favorite non-verbal orange bandicoot crash himself with his magical talking mask Aku Aku, and also. Dont forget to subscribe, and check out my new merch! I got skateboards, headphones, pins, stickers, T-shirts, hoodies, and even magnets and mugs with my face all over em! Use the code: "funky-Mikey" to get 15% off of your first purchse! And now without further a do, let's get this bad boy started! *5 hours later* oh yeah! This game is so wicked peeps. *takes a bite of pizza* Mmmmm!....So good!.....*chews close to the microphone while still playing*

That's all I can think of. What do you guys think? 😂😅

@teenage-mutant-ninja-freak @tmntspidergirl @selfless1978 @memes-in-a-half-shell @the-second-circle-of-shell

[remmushound]

Part 1 of “Donnie in the rain”, based on the artwork of the lovely @brejamison !! @assanmaharielsreblogs it’s not one of the main crossover one-shots, but figured I’d give you a tag anyway in case you were interested!!

A gray sky had come to settle over the city of New York, seeming to freeze the city itself into a stupor. People shuffled past each other with no words exchanged, trying to get to wherever they were going before the storm could break and bring a barrage of icy rain down on top of them. The homeless population huddled together under bridges and the ledges of various buildings, seeking any shelter they could from the biting winds foretelling the storm’s approach. None had the thought to look up, far too trapped in their own lives to consider that, just maybe, there was something else in the city. Something not human. A family.

Without the sun, shadows were very few. This gave four brothers a unique opportunity to venture above ground in the day instead of the night, though they still took to the rooftops to hide their presence from the humans below.

Ten year old Raphael was in the lead. Easily twice the size of his brothers, and the oldest among them, he was carrying the youngest, eight year old Michelangelo, who had yet to truly master the art of leaping rooftop to rooftop. Nine year old Leonardo and Donatello weren’t far behind and, though their skill in the art was mediocre at best, jumping the gap had yet to cause them much trouble. Each brother sported clothes much heavier than any of the civilians below; multiple hoodies and scarves gloves and even boots, all specially knitted and built to fit the brother’s awkward forms. The lower layer of each outfit had a heating feature installed for, although the brother were as warm blooded as their master and father, their body temperature never surpassed a cool seventy degrees, and they were susceptible to the cold.

At first the brothers had been reluctant to do anything but watch the city’s landscape, observing how dull and grey it was in the waking hours when opposed to the lights of the night, but when the first drops of cold rain hit their skin, they started to run. It was easy for Leonardo, with his slick body and natural skill, to take the lead. Raphael wasn’t far behind, and Michelangelo had started to bury himself in Raphael’s hoodie as the rain fell harder and faster.

With each passing moment the rooftops grew slicker, and on some of them puddles began to form where the rain pooled and lay stagnant. With every jump, Donatello hesitated just a little longer. One slip could crack his shell— or his head— and that would be far worse than a cold the rain might give him. But when the cold finally pierced through the last layer of his protection, he soon realized a different problem.

“Guys— BROTHERS!”

With each second, his body grew more sluggish, his eyes drooping against his will and wishes.

“Please... Wait...” It was getting hard to breath—impossible to shout.

Turtles go into Torpor when it’s too cold— so maybe mutant turtles...

“Please...”

Donatello couldn’t run anymore. His muscles were too heavy, his lungs burning like fire within his chest. He couldn’t see, not even the vaguest shadows of his brothers fading into the distant. It was like the mist claimed them, and within minutes, he was alone.

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Leonardo let his brothers in first, the buffering of the wind and rain practically blinding him as he waited to go in last and close the manhole behind them. He heard their breath and felt their presence near him, even against the chill of his sopping clothes weighing him down and dripping a steady stream of water. Soon, when he was reaching the end of the ladder, there were the sounds of two sets of feet hitting the ground. He plopped himself down after them.

Raphael shook his head and started to strip off his clothes— wet and cold skin was better than wet clothes. Leonardo and Michelangelo followed suit, plopping their clothes into a pile on the floor.

Michelangelo shivered. “That was really chilly!”

Raphael smiled and pet his brothers head. “Let’s go get warmed up, eh?”

Michelangelo nodded. “Thank you for letting me ride on your back.“

“Any time little bro.”

The maze of tunnels was no big deal to the ones who had lived in it their home lives. They were cold, but happily chatting amongst each other even when they couldn’t see each other. The path home was as clear to them as a sunny day, an instinct guiding their feet without any thought needed to determine which tunnels to take. Thirty minutes into the endevour, when home was surely near, Michelangelo said:

“I’m so hungry!” He rubbed his stomach, “I want pizza!”

“Me too.” Raphael laughed, “think we could order in?”

“And get a bunch of soggy pizza?” Leonardo stuck out his tongue in disgust, “No thanks! We got some frozen ones in the freezer, and Donnie knows how to work the stove so we don’t have to bother dad! Don’t you, Donnie?”

Leonardo waited a second.

“Donnie?” He looked around in the shadows, but only saw two. “Um. Where’s Donnie?”