#Love from rottmnt x oc

[inkedeye2345]

Got on the wrong foot Pt.5

Air turtle

Rise Leo x oc

warning:non but cursing and short

Kyle's pov: "HOT SOUP!!!" | raise my head to see Leo do a slam dunk I was sitting down on the bleachers while writing a note (and yes it's for Leo but it'll be all the way in the end 🤭)

"Leo's on fire tonight boysss!" I see him walk almost like walking to me as I slam my book shut trying to act normal and he gives me a wink I turn red and he turns around to his brothers "next baskets for the win!" | see Raph and Mikey serious but Donnie he's just typing on his phone "Mikey m up let's shut his flashy blue face down" I giggle knowing they definitely were going to lose and I got

back to writing while looking at them at the same time

I see Leo do a trick "You can't guard me double me I dare you" and Mikey looked offended "are you daring us to double you?" He said pointing at Leo and I look at Donnie still watching his phone "no l'm double daring you to double me" Raph got pissed off "you did not just double dare us to double you!"

Mikey and Raph surround Leonardo "oh oh oh oh!"

Leo shook the ball side to side messing with his two brothers "ah I'm open transfer it!" Donnie said behind Mikey and Raph and Leo threw the ball at Leo but it hit Donnie's head and Leo caught the ball and slammed dunked it and Raph and Mikey yelled no

and Donnie sat down sighing and I sat next to him hearing Leo "sorry don ton I gotta win tried losing for once not for me" I put my hand on Donnie's shoulder "you'll get better the only thing I can play is base ball" | chuckled Donnie was still grumpy "at least you know how to do something" I smile softly as I fiddle with the note I had in my hand

Donnie noticed it and snatched it "h-hey that's mine!" He opened the note and read it

Dear Leo I have been catching feelings for you for a long time now and I want you to know I'm biromantic-asexual and non binary and I really like you and idk why you accept me when I betrayed you and your family and I'm very sorry for that and I just wanted to make this note and say I like you a lot when I mean by a life I mean more than a friend and it's okay if you say no I totally understand because I used to be a foot soldier and because of my sexualitys i total understand so pls just give me a chance By:Kyle

I see Donnie stare at me "just give it back it's useless-" | felt a tight embrace "we aren't so different after all...I guess we both have trouble coming out" I hug him back "thx Donnie...it looks like dr.feelings did a good job" he rolls his eyes playfully "scoff what did he do to help me" we both laughed

(time skip)

We’re at a basketball stadium “let’s go!” And everyone starts booing as Leo kept on rooting i felt bad cause this place was a bit empty

(time skip)

We we’re all bored for the next game as we just sat there bored as fuck and I see Leo come to us “You guys are in luck I’m going to bring out my victory dance once we win tonight” “ya right and Leo” turned to us “trust me I’m on the inside” April scoffed “that’s a mascot” “more as a consulted who wears a costume when fires at-shirt cannon”

(time skip again)

We see pro players and I was a bit concerned “those guys are going to whoop the Dave’s” Raph said as he points to them I nod my head and we hear the horn go on “YA LETS GO DAVES LET ME HEAR YA” I hear Leo yell and starts dancing as Leo uses the t-shirt Canon

I see Leo grab a speaker as he gets on one of the Dave players shoulder “I’m Dave get loud!” And no one cheers I knew I was going to be embarrassed but this is for Leo I start cheering and clapping my hands and he points to me “she gets it!”

(time skip)

Leo comes up to us nervous “so about that arch thingyyy?” Mikey looks at him “ya think?” “That’s why me and Donnie called the expert” as I let Donnie speak “on all things Mystic” I start to speak “aka Draxum who officially adopted me” as I hear through the phone “ugh point me at the idiot” one of Donnie’s tech pointed the phone to Leo showing Draxum “do you know what you have done!” Leo was confused

“What uhh!” One of Donnie’s tech cupped Leo’s cheek and made him face the mystic thing “that is the arch or Acuna who ever walks under it turn into oh i don’t know A DEMONIC WARRIOR!!!!” “apa cálmate por favor!” I yelled at my father “ohh ya that makes sense” Leo nods I slap my head (time skip) I see Donnie shoot as he was about to miss but Leo came in and dunked the ball in as I cheer and when they stopped cheering Leo comes to me saying “lucky rock lucky rock lucky rock” when he came up to me he grabbed my wrist and brought me to the changing room

he looked at me as his eyes light up “so what did you think did I look awesome of course I looked awesome cause we won!” He put his hand up for a high five and when I did our fingers intertwined (i can’t describe how so go with the flow Kai GO WOTH THE MOTHER F#CKING FLOW-) I look up at him “Leo…” I hand him a note looking down

I felt him grab it I looked away after some seconds later he grabbed my wrist and brought me closer to him i turned more red than raphs mask we were inches away it looked like he got impatient when our lips brush together and he kissed him and I kissed back

this was heaven I cup the sides of his face and he wraps his arms around my waist I break the kiss and turn red “s-so is that a-“ “yes!…I mean ya that sounds cool” I giggle and peck his lips and heard clapping fro behind and i turned around to see everyone watching and I hide behind Leo

and he chuckles and he picks me up (idk the name of the position my bad) and I squeak a bit and heard Donnie take a photo and sent it to the group chat

(Familia loca)

Don tron 👾: scoff more annoying people

(Let’s just say Leo carried them like that cause i can’t fin another photo so just imagine it from this photo)

Draxum 👺: Leonardo I need to have a word with you

I heard another notification on my phone as I looked at the text message and smile

(DON TRON👾)

Don tron👾: welcome to the family Kyle

(Hello I hope you like this part cause it was really short cause I was really lazy and I got really tired so I made it short and I got inspired by the song see you again by idk who so ya comment on my story’s and ask for any requests cause they open so right now I’m going to knock the f#ck out right now so have a good day or night and god bless you beautiful people bye)

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[hitwiththetmnt]

Shhh I should be sleeping but I’m sneaking in a post inspired by this blerb by @desceros

It’s a x-reader perspective but I’m throwing my oc in there cause that’s how ma brain picture this story

I wanna illustrate the whole story because it is so art, but I have so many wips already. Maybe in the future? (・・?)

[palettepainter]

Artistic rendition of my actual reaction when I got home from work

[celestialiron]

@betherfly98 I need you to read this & tell me this isn’t them coded?! 😭🥹 seeing as you’re basically my beta reader 🤣

I’m legit crying, this was a great read after my rehearsal!

I’m obsessed, this is fantastic! You wrote Kira soooooo well, you’ve done her so much justice! 👏 My baby has grown & it definitely shows here, I love everything about it & more! 🥹🩵🩵🩵

Writing Request: OC x Donnie Past Mementos 🗝️

Choo-choo, I'm a chug-chug-chugging down this request train, next up we got @celestialiron with their OC, Kira, and Mr. Donatello himself.

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!

ᴰᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ᶦᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ.

Sweet, established all ages relationship doting below:

"Alrighty!" Donnie heaved another box out from an overstuffed closet and set it on the floor. "I believe with that, we have excavated all the fossils you have been storing."

"Thanks for your help." Kira responded where she was looking through a box.

"Give and take, my darling!" He chirped and danced around the plethora of boxes. "You helped me tidy my lab and I'm obliged to help with cleaning of your own."

"We're looking for photographs." She reminded him.

"Yes, of course." He was very clearly not convinced. "Totally not getting rid of some of these old and unnecessary artifacts."

She quieted and sent him a look as she held a letter to her chest.

A letter he had written.

One that was only a few lines when he had given her a wrench set after he found she only had one adjustable one.

It was a scrawl about how hers was unsuitable.

It was more.

Just like him, whenever he was cold, it was always calculated. He was both startlingly honest, but also self conscious to a fault. The two personality traits were often at odds with each other, but she had long seen through them. She had watched his tangible growth from meeting him to dating him and these mementos represented each step he had taken in loving her.

She cherished them as much as him.

"Shall I start on a box over here?" He prattled off as he sensed his mistake.

"Sure. Anything that looks like old family photos." She tucked the letter amongst other leaflets and continued her search.

"I hope to find some of your baby pictures before you do."

"Donnie!" She protested though her tail swayed with affection.

He caught the move and felt he had rectified the situation as he opened a container.

For a short time, they fell into a groove of shuffling articles.

Then Donnie snorted a single sharp time.

Kira was reading an old supplies list from The Fiery Troupe when he ear twitched in his direction.

He said nothing more, but she felt compelled to glance.

He sat there waiting with a key chain dangling from his fingers.

"You still have this?" He tried to keep his guffaw down.

"Of course!" She tried to snatch it from him, but he held it higher.

"This is junk! It's embarrassing! I bought this for you...!" His eyes darted. "Oh...!" He wilted with the memory. "Before we started dating. I don't know why I thought this would impress you. Some random bauble in comparison to your beauty!"

The word junk hit her swiftly.

His thoughts on the time being embarrassing struck her next.

Is that what he thought of their early years?

They had never really discussed it in that way.

For her those were precious memories.

She had finally began to emerge from her shell and learn that the world had joy once again. Where he was ashamed of this trinket, she had kept it safe in this box with the rest of her memories. The day he had given it to her was precious. She had friends prior, but Donatello had always held a special place in her heart. She had fumbled her friendship with him early on, but they had only grown stronger for it. Him buying her this gift, some key chain or not, was representative of that foundation.

She was worthy.

He would be there.

He was making light of her memories again.

The thought chilled to the the point that her tail came swishing around her folded legs.

He should have known.

He should have known that was all she had.

For everything she had suffered, each one of these items grounded her. They reminded her there was more. From the inside jokes coded into group messages to birthday cards, they were tangible forms of the times she had. In many ways, they were the final existence of happier times and knowing that not everything was doomed, that there had been pockets of joy, had helped keep her going more than once.

She stood straight up with her eyes on the floor.

"Kira...?" She felt Donnie shift where he was still on the ground.

She shot him a single look.

She refused to let the tears fall.

She saw it in his face.

They sharpened her icy glare.

In a single glance she sent him all her displeasure with his attitude before she turned and ran.

"Kira!"

He screamed out after her, but she was in motion.

He could catch her.

It was his trackers and goggles.

She also long knew enough to evade them.

When she needed to tuck into peace.

When she fell back on old habits that kept her safe.

She ran.

She needed that moment to herself.

That moment to breathe.

Twisting far from the apartment and doubling back to confuse his sensors, she broke through one empty building out out multiple hallways until she found an alcove that was easy to miss. This was it.

A dirty decrepit room that was perfect.

She slunk inside and curled up with her tailed tucked around her.

When she was young she would hold it if she could get a grip on it.

A soothing mechanism, just as this was.

Self isolation to keep one safe.

If she was alone then no one could leave her. If she was here then she couldn't know something else inevitably got hurt. If she stayed then she would never have to deal with that burden.

She would be shielded.

She sank into her own fur and her own scent.

There was Donnie there.

Her scent was not longer fully her own.

It hadn't been in years.

Cohabitation and trading products.

Sleeping in bed and early morning cuddles.

Long days hold one another.

Notes of flowers from her shop.

The bitter essence of medicinal herbs.

Donatello.

He was as much a part of her as those memories.

He was etched not into her fur, but her skin.

He was more than just that keychain.

He was more than her thoughts.

She carried him.

She hiccuped on the thought.

She carried him in her heart.

Just as she did all her loved ones.

She unfurled for a breath.

Time changed her too.

Long ago she used to disappear for weeks on end when she ran.

That shortened to days.

Which shortened to a few hours.

She wasn't sure how long it had been this time, but it as at least the same day.

She didn't feel better, but she did feel like going back.

Back to her home.

Back to her memories.

Back to her heart.

She wondered if she could get away with it, she wondered as she got onto her paws. She sort of hoped he might let her little outburst slide so she wouldn't have to burden him. They could quietly carry on in searching for the photos and he wouldn't bring up trashing her belongings again. They'd have a nice dinner and that would be good enough. They would move on and he would carry that this was not a territory she wanted trifled with.

That was progress and she crept long the hallway.

Etchings on the walls greeted her as she passed.

They were memories of their own of when this building was more.

Eviction notices and graffiti.

Tales of hiding away and trying to disappear.

They weren't healthy reminders.

There was a difference, she decided as she got out into the open air.

The mementos she kept were ones that brought about happy memories. She didn't keep the ones that brought about ilk. It might have been hard from someone outside the sphere of her head to notice that and she could acknowledge that was something she forgot. The two of them moved with such cohesion these days, she forgot Donnie couldn't read her mind.

He was being his usually dry, sarcastic self.

He had said that thing about being compared to her beauty.

Her cheeks were warm as she returned to their apartment.

It was a drop down and she expertly slipped through the window she had fled from.

It was still open.

It was her invitation.

Waiting for her to return.

Please come back; I'm here.

She only looked up from the dim bedroom to see something very obviously laying on the ground in the doorway. She padded over to it with a tilting head and found it to be an old Run of the Mill leaflet. She had grabbed it from her first trip to the restaurant with the brothers to remember the night they had all gone out.

She immediately spied something else.

Another memento, this time from a few months after the pizza place for a play Mikey had helped out in.

She had highlighted his name in the program so she would never forget who she had gone there for.

There was more.

A photo was next, one from one of those overpriced booths.

Everyone had piled it and most of pictures were blurry, but she adored them.

The trail continued.

It was a walk through her relationship with Donatello.

The memories conjured were a step wise process.

She was getting closer to him as she collected bits and soon found the keychain laying propped up with a new origami heart. When she turned it over, it had been stamped with the date along with a note that said 'the day Donnie apologized yet again.'

She puffed a watery laugh at that before continuing on.

She wound through their apartment and found all the boxes were cleaned and stowed.

She had a feeling who was at the end of it all, but she let herself move slowly through first dates and first kisses.

Their hearts drew closer and closer, until she was nearing the kitchen and Donnie ducked a little too obviously behind the counter.

There were only a few more pieces.

A cute napkin from a place that had crepes.

A program from a dine and watch movie.

Last week when she perfectly peeled a sticker off a package that Donnie had ordered.

It was innocuous, but it was cute.

It was stuck to her finger when she rounded the counter.

He didn't bother getting up and instead was bowed down in apology. "Kira."

"It's okay..." She moved to meet him.

"No." He cupped around her hand and mementos. "You've never made fun of what was important to me. I shouldn't have done that to you. I just... hate thinking about how I used to be. So dramatic."

She gave him a sly look that said he still was.

He gave a guilty grin before he softened. "What you've collected is amazing. Things I barely remember. Things I don't know if they mean anything, I don't think I even got everything that suitably represents us, but I did my best to construct our timeline. I'm glad we did it. Every second."

She nodded and the weepy nature was back, but she was trying to shake it free.

He pulled her close. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"I found the photos too. They're on the counter."

Kira chuckled. "Good."

"Do you...?"

He didn't continue and she looked up at him.

"... still want to make more... with me, I mean?"

"Always." She told him with full certainty and leaned up to meet him in a kiss.

[goodlucktai]

one of the rotten ones

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: don & leo, don & OC title borrowed from anthems for a seventeen year old by yeule part of the archer au :) read on ao3

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“I don’t think Gio likes me,” Donnie blurts. 

He’d feel self-conscious if he was pressed to admit it anywhere else, but he’s in the infirmary, and the only one around to hear him say so is his twin. 

They’re moving into hour two of Leo’s “faves” playlist and the fourth consecutive Taylor Swift song even though he swore he put it on shuffle. Leo is going through cabinets and shelves systematically, updating inventory on his phone, while Donnie infodumps about energy storage and projectile dynamics and the breaking strength of crossbow string. 

Donatello’s base knowledge of this particular ranged weapon is severely lacking, which is a significant personal problem for him now that he has a sibling with a preference for archery. He needs to be the world’s leading expert on the subject yesterday. He has half a dozen half-formed plans for things like sonar bolts for 3-D mapping, which may or may not have been inspired by the Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation run.   

Only every glance at the project folder simply labeled ‘G-01’ causes an uncomfortable feeling to squirm to life in his stomach, not unlike the Krang tentacles that had attached themselves to his carapace on the day the world didn’t end. 

Donnie isn’t good at people. He doesn’t know how they tick, and there are no reliable lines of code or handy user manuals that he can fall back on when he’s mystified by human behavior. 

His siblings don’t have the same problem. Leo is perceptive to a degree that borders upon clairvoyance, Mikey is the single-most emotionally intelligent member of their family, Raph is more charming than he gets credit for, and April can talk her way through any closed door, police tape or VIP-only entrance. None of them fumble the way Donnie does when a social interaction goes off-script, like it’s a volleyball that got served his way without the ample warning he needs to be anything approaching passable at the sport. 

But he knows he’s not imagining it—the way Gio seems to brace himself when Donnie comes into the room, like he’s expecting a confrontation every time. Like the last thing Donatello could want with him is something good. 

Donnie can be a lot. They all can. They come by it honestly, equal parts chaotic lab experiments and their father’s sons. And not every structure is built to withstand hurricane winds. Not every person is equipped to deal with a Hamato level weather event. 

But he has never seen Gio flinch away from anyone else. 

So he did what he always did when confronted by something outside his formidable repertoire—he took it to Leo. 

There had never in Donnie’s life been a problem that couldn’t be made into their problem. It came with twin territory. 

And Donnie’s twin in particular is good at translating Donatello and translating other people for Donatello, and jumps on any chance to be helpful and feel wanted, and absolutely loves problems. It’s one of the most annoying and endearing things about him. If there is any trouble within a hundred miles, Leo will find it. He will worm his way into the center of it and then puzzle his way out from the inside. Most other clever and curious people were satisfied by the daily Wordle; Leo would chew through a wall unless he had something more hands-on to occupy his mind with. As polar-opposite as the two of them could be in, in that regard, they were one and the same. 

It’s somewhat reassuring to Donnie that Leo’s immediate reaction is plain incredulity. He looks baffled, like Donnie has just started throwing stuff around the room for no reason. 

(He knows better. In the medbay, of all places, that would be a death wish. Leo runs a tight ship here and only here.)

“Sorry, you don’t think Gio likes you?” Leo says slowly. “Our Gio? The guy who let you infodump about the mycelial networks of fungi to him for almost two hours, all because Mikey mentioned he was making mushroom stir-fry for dinner?” 

Donnie scoffs, but he can’t help but feel warmed by the reminder. Gio had settled right in, the way he always did once he was sure of his welcome, and watched Donnie talk like nothing more interesting existed on this side of the equator.

“His eyes didn’t even glaze over,” Leo goes on, doing what he always does and pressing the advantage. “That’s a new personal best in this family. Even April started looking for a window to climb out of at the thirty minute mark.”

“There was bound to be at least one other mutant turtle in the New York metropolitan area with an appreciation for botany,” Donnie says imperiously, tilting his chin up. 

But the worry is still there, firmly rooted, trying to flower. Leo must be able to tell because his frown deepens, playfulness evaporating by the second. He pauses the music and sets his phone down. The room rings in the sudden silence, but it’s not uncomfortable, because it’s a room Donnie exists in with his twin. 

“I just want him to like me,” Donnie says. It’s a childish want, it makes him feel half his age, but it’s true. 

He was never one of those human kids lingering near the playground, on the edge of the classroom, desperate to fit in. He was never on the outs because he never had the chance to be. But this is probably what that would have felt like. 

Giorgio is quiet by default, absorbing everything with dark brown eyes, always pausing to think before speaking in a low, flat register that is becoming as familiar to Donnie as Raph’s comforting rumbles and Mikey’s energetic shrieks and Leo’s sweet or sly laughter. 

He hasn’t been anything but kind since he got here. He saved Leo, brought him home from a place it should have been impossible to come home from, so Donatello would put up with any manner of assholery from that quarter in exchange—but it’s not that at all. 

Once Gio’s initial guard goes up and then comes down, once they outlive that moment of consideration that verges upon scrutiny without ever crossing the line, the eldest turtle softens for any younger one like clockwork. He indulges whatever noise or nonsense they’ve brought with them like there is no better use of his time. 

It doesn’t seem like a lie. But Donnie is the least qualified person he knows to make that judgement call. 

There’s a lot at stake if he’s wrong, is all. 

Leo looks like Donnie has taken a melon baller to his insides just for fun. 

“I’d know if he didn’t like you,” Leo says with absolute certainty. And he probably would. And he would take it so personally. He wouldn’t let Gio know a single moment’s rest until the spotted turtle had a coming-to-Jesus moment and acknowledged his wrongdoings in canceled Youtuber apology video format. 

Since that isn’t the reality they live in—and Leo’s daily relentless pestering of Gio is harmless and little-sibling-shaped and decidedly not mean-spirited by any stretch of the imagination—some small part of the tight, unhappy feeling in Donnie’s heart has no choice but to accept that as the compelling argument it is. 

“He probably misses you, Tello,” Leo adds, something softening in his face that it hurts to look directly at. “His you, I mean. I know I would be a train wreck cosplaying as a person if I had to go someplace I’d never see you again. Can you imagine how screwed-up I’d be?”

Donnie’s whole soul shudders at the idea, at the nightmare that almost came true when the portal closed around the Technodrome and as good as severed Donnie clean down the middle. At the glimpse of a life he’d be forced to live with one leg, one lung, one arm, one eye, half a heart. 

“That’ll never happen,” he says, a little too loud. 

“You’re stuck with me,” Leo agrees. He means it, Donnie can tell—even after that almost-nightmare he put his family through, he means it. It’s one thing to take the nuclear option at the actual on-paper end of the world, it’s another to sit in a safe, warmly-lit room with his twin brother and try to conceive of an existence in which their dynamic duo was whittled down to a solo act. 

When they were little, Donnie once tried to explain how big the unobservable universe was. He told Leo that light from the big bang hadn’t reached Earth from all the way over there yet. It was a concept he struggled with as a child, that something could be so unknowable and immeasurable.

“That’s how big my ‘I love you’ is,” he said, all of seven years old and putting it into words the best way he knew how.

“I love you bigger than that,” Leo said promptly. 

“Ugh, you can’t,” Donnie said, frustrated at his twin for always trying to one-up him, for not understanding the huge thing Donnie was trying to compress and fit into his hands. “It’s not possible.”

“It is,” Leo said firmly, eyes gold to match Donnie’s, warm and shining in a way that was all his own. “I do.”

And then Leo went on to prove it. In a way Donnie never would have wanted him to—in an explosion that split the sky and left flash burns in their eyes, and the hollow pain of a surgical removal as the still-beating heart of their family was cut away, and the discordant electronic fuzz where a beloved voice had been rushing through last words, replaced by the sound of a radio without a signal, a device unpaired—but he proved it in a thousand other ways, too. 

He was even proving it now, this afternoon he spent leaning on a forearm crutch and ambling around to various shelves and cabinets to keep up with his stock of medical supplies that had been severely depleted in the weeks after the invasion. Leo had carried bandaids and lidocaine spray in a tiny tote bag since he was two feet tall. He couldn’t stop bad things from happening but he could try to make the bad things better. 

He’s looking at Donnie like he would right every wrong for him if he knew where to start. Like the unobservable universe was small enough to fit in his pocket compared to the lengths Leonardo would go for Donatello. 

Leo is the younger twin, but sometimes the only thing there is for Donnie to do is shuffle over and bonk their foreheads together and believe him. 

“If Gigi hated you, he wouldn’t be a Hamato,” Leo announces, muffled and silly and entirely correct. “It’s a required qualification. You must have missed that meeting with HR.” And then, because it’s important, he whispers, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” Donnie whispers back. 

At about that moment, TSwift’s I Think He Knows comes on, proving once and for all that there is actually no way Leo’s playlist is on shuffle. The weighted moment they’re holding on tight to transitions into a lighter one that gets flung haphazardly around as an immediate life-or-death struggle for the phone ensues. 

Stalemate is only reached when Splinter barges in to read them the riot act for daring to roughhouse while they had a non-zero number of broken bones between the two of them. Leo is bright-eyed with mischief and already fast-talking their way out of trouble the same effortless way April can rattle off her brothers’ favorite coffee orders, and Donnie’s worry has been soundly evicted, all its belongings in boxes in the yard. 

Sitting around has never been his style. He’s a turtle of discovery and invention. And now that he’s been reassured that the absolute worst-case scenario is not on the table—that it, in fact, was never on the table to begin with—curiosity rears its head and snaps up the dregs of anxiety like a hungry wolfhound who mistook it for an unattended rack of lamb. 

Hypothesis: Georgie isn’t being weird out of dislike of Donatello. Leo’s certain he’s not, so certain that he was willing to promise, point-blank and absolute, instead of being tricky and sly in the name of cheering Donnie up instead. Leo even offered a much more palatable alternative, but further evidentiary support is required. 

So after dinner a week later, as the whole family crowds comfortably around the banana split bar spilling across the entire kitchen island and argues over which toppings Gio and Casey should stack their bowls with first, Donnie blurts, “Can I see your crossbow?”

Giorgio really is one of the clowns in this circus. He proves it by putting his ice cream down, and picking the bow up from where it was relegated to the bench seat where everyone tosses their coats and shoes when they get home, and passing it right over. No normal person would put a loaded weapon in Donnie’s hands just because he asked nicely. 

As if in tacit agreement, both of Casey’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline and Raph makes incredulous scoffing noises. April says, “You did not just—” at the same time Splinter blusters, “Purple, you fire that thing off in this house even once and I am grounding you from everything you know and love, including Orange!” and Donnie screeches, over Mikey and Leo’s hysterical laughter, “I can be trusted with projectile weaponry!”

The crossbow has been carefully maintained, but it hasn’t been used in weeks that Donnie is aware of. They’ve all stuck pretty close to home since the invasion, and it’s not like Gio knows anyone but them—it’s not like they need firepower for grocery hauls or pizza runs, though, knowing their luck, that could change any given day. 

But Gio still cleans it regularly, and he’s become a familiar sight at the kitchen table; parts spread out on an oil-stained rag, meticulous and methodical with the one belonging he brought here with him from the future other than the clothes on his back and the colorful friendship bracelet on his right wrist. 

It’s important to him, clearly, but he’s letting Donnie handle it with an indulgent look on his face. Like there are no better hands to leave it in than his little brother’s. 

Because he’s at risk of having a whole emotion about that out loud, where his entire family is assembled to witness it, Donnie quickly turns his mind onto the much safer road of gadgetry.  

He has never actually held a crossbow before, has never built or used one, but he’s been doing a lot of research. He has a lot of ideas. He wants to print mechanical broadhead arrows with explosive tips, or tear gas canisters, or EMP charges. It’s a brand new world of creative chaos and that’s not even touching all the build customizations Donnie has in mind. His fingers are already itching to dismantle and reassemble the machine into something better, something that won’t ever fail, something his big brother will love. 

Only—huh. What feels like a low-level electric current thrums to quiet life like it was waiting to be noticed by the right pair of eyes, just enough of a static shock to get his attention and guide his hand to the rail. Glowing purple does the work of an allen wrench in seconds and a handful of screws clatter to the table. Donnie removes the scope in one sure motion, and moves on to snap the rail from the stock. 

Raph says, low and warning, “Donnie,” intimately familiar with gremlin gadget mode and all the kitchen appliances and shared toys destroyed in Donnie’s early years in the name of science. But he’s not breaking this time, he’s just looking. 

He flips the rail over in his hands and finds the source of that odd electricity-conductive feeling. Hidden on the underside is a small embossed logo that Donnie would recognize anywhere, because it’s his.

“A-ha!” he says, absurdly pleased with the discovery. “A Genius Built mod.” 

The rail was one of the first things he’d had in mind to upgrade, but it looks like he’d beaten himself to the punch. 

“With a custom rail, we can add whatever attachments we want to the stock, way beyond just an average scope or a rangefinder,” Donnie says eagerly, his mind darting ahead in three different directions at once. “The world is our oyster, Georgie!” 

He can’t help grinning. His logo on Gio’s prized possession is that last little bit of evidence he needed. He’s never been happier to be wrong, and will endure Leo’s smugness for an unheard of two entire business days before initiating retaliation. 

No version of Donatello would put that mark on anything unless he really cared about it. 

And Gio wouldn’t lift the rail from Donnie’s hands, and touch his thumb to that stylized “D” as if to prove to himself that it was real, an expression of painful wistful longing on his face, unless he really cared, too. 

[little-mouse-gardens]

Yandere vampire rottmnt au concept/idea

A rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. I Do not condone anyone to do any of these actions in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only.

I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.

However I got a random idea for yan vampire turtles au idea?

Thought about this a day or two ago and got some great ideas on discord. Saying thank you and Crediting at @lexiechr and @astral--horrorshow for inspiring some of my ideas!

Reader is an upcoming mystery thriller novel writer seeking inspiration for the next book they want to write who moves into the local village far, far away from the city.

Reader Hear legends about vampires and decided they want to stay a little while longer to write their novel and see what All the fuss is about and one night while they are out and about on some late night errand.

The turtles (separately) spot them and instantly fell in love with their personality, the way their eyes sparkle with emotions and the way they spoke. Making them want to make reader their bride. To love and to cherish them in their castle for the rest of eternity no matter who gets in the way. Suddenly reader notices strange things occurring around them that are quite hard to ignore.

- a local bookkeeper reader was talking to the other day? Suddenly disappears and is later found in the river. The only calling card being the turtles family name emblem carved into the bookeepers flesh. A dire warning to stay away.

- The turtles visiting reader outside their cozy cottage at night, talking with them. Trying to sweet talk them into letting them in and being theirs with equally sweet promises of love and anything reader desires. Though reader is clever enough to not let them in.

- the villagers suddenly being extra nice to reader. Offering them free things to them, letting them have special privileges, life is made easier for them. It’s very confusing to reader, but the villagers know they have to unless the turtles decide to go after them.

Reader, after another string of vampire based murders and disappearances, does their research on each of the turtles and discovers more information about them based on the emblem. Wandering into the local library one late evening and finding a book on them.

The turtles are a bloodline of vampires that dated back for many years.

- Raphael, dubbed as the brawn’s of his brothers and the most feared by the town. Actively known to hunt down and brutally maul people and livestock. Occasionally steals soft things like fabrics and plushies. However he is the only one recorded to have actually spared some peoples life

- Leonardo, the charmer. Everyone in town knows his tricks, he charms and flirts with his victims before delivering the finale blow. Has been known to enter the local tavern when it’s not busy, or even steal from local tailors and jewelers to buy new shiny expensive things to add to his collection or himself.

- Donatello the mad scientist. The second most feared. His methods are simple, grab and torture his prey with his experiments in his laboratory. Villagers will not hesitate to give him the things he needs and or wants for his inventions. Leaving them outside their homes at night in an effort to get him to leave them alone.

- Mikey the artist, he will use his victims blood to decorate the streets with messages to taunt those who don’t give him what he wants. Sweet but not unwilling to cause mass chaos. Every craft store and bakery will always find something missing by morning, and sometimes he will leave different paintings on the walls of the town as a reward for their offerings.

Then, reader leaves the library that night, they are kidnapped by the turtles (separately) and brought back to their castle to be their partner for life. Promising to make them immortal, to give them all the love and joy they possibly can and making the clear vow that they won’t escape them.

However reader is clever and determined to find their way out. Even if it means playing along for now.

- Forcing themselves to Cuddle with raph and accepting his gifts and tokens of affection

- letting Leonardo shower them in compliments, dolling them up in silks and jewels while they compliment him on his attributes

- listening to Donnie speak of his inventions and praising his genius no matter how diabolical it may seem

- painting with Mikey, eating all the treats and snacks he makes them while he paints their portrait

The ultimate sacrifice for reader, other than their freedom, is to let the turtles have a taste of their blood and agreeing to be their partner for life. The turtles (separately) are much more gentle with reader, or at least they try to be.

- they’ll make sure reader comfortable. Each turtle (separately) will praise them for being brave and shower reader with compliments, cuddles, gifts after they finish. Soft blankets, their favorite snack or comfort food, a nice warm bath scented with flowers. Name it and reader can have it so long as the turtles get a taste.

Each yan vampire turtle has a different wing in their castle. Each with a specific set of theme colors and decor. Each place being huge, full of secrets for reader to uncover and secret entrances for them to potentially use so long as they don’t get caught.

Leonardo’s wing = Soft blues. Golds and silvers. Jewels encrusted everywhere you go, silks arranged around as if you were walking through a kings palace. So many drapes and screens that make it very Easy to hide what isn’t meant to be see. All the jewels and fine clothes for him to dress reader in. To shower them with compliments and sweet promises, making sure that his beloved will never want to go looking for the secret passages in the castle

Donatellos wing of the palace = Reader never dares to get to deep into his Lab, lest they find the many remains of the missing villagers turned into something sick and twisted. Donatello prefers to keep his beloved partner close to his side, showering them with endless gadgets and gizmos to impress them. Keep them distracted and their interest away from his sources of food and morbid curiosity that would put victor Frankenstein to shame.

Raphael’s wing = His halls are expansive, almost never ending. A place for the brute of the vampire brothers to wander at ease, lest his rage be incited. Rooms full of soft things and others full of little objects he collects. Objects he will gladly show and shower reader with if it means they’ll stay with him as his bride for all eternity.

Mikey’s wing = All down the halls, throughout every room reader will find art of all kinds. All of which he painted, sculpted and crafted himself with delicate yet skilled hands. He will spoil the, with all the beautiful sights and delicious smells. How can they search for the secret corridors out if they’re too distracted by Mikey’s art and him forcing them to sit for another portrait or sculpture? Or making them try all the fine delicious foods and drinks?

Most of the time reader is able to get alone time, which would be when they leave at night. Though occasionally one will stay behind to watch them, reader mostly spends their time in the ornate guest room or exploring the shadowy halls of the old castle.

Using their clever mystery novelist mind to come up with plans of escape. Writing down things about their captors and potential routes of escape in a journal they keep under a floorboard beneath their bed.Reader is kept in the highest point in the castle. That Overlooks the village and forested mountains below. Reader can only see their freedom from a distance while they bide their time.

Now, if reader managed to escape? All hell would break loose. Reader running for their life and packing any important belongings to get out of town while the loud roars and shouts of the turtles don’t linger too far behind.

- Raphael wouldn’t hesitate to reign destruction upon the village in a blind panic rage. Demanding his beloved be returned to him unless this whole town gets stomped down to the ground.

- Leonardo who is portaling to every corner of the town and nearby woods to get his beloved home safely or even threatening to portal the villagers into the gator infested swamps and wolf infested forests unless someone spills the details.

- Donatello who actively starts torturing people until someone gives him answers on where his darling went to

- Mikey who is literally using his powers to tear apart houses and farms looking for his lover

No place is left unturned, and it wouldn’t shock reader if the villagers came hunting after them to bring them back or snitched about their where about’s and to be honest, reader couldn’t blame them either.

Once and if reader is brought back to them, they are never let out of their sight if they can help it. If reader wasn't smothered before, they’ll definitely be smothered now and the wedding date will be bumped up closer from a year to a few months time.

Anyways, that’s just my random take on it. Hope you guys enjoy!

[randomcerealbrand]

What’s your favorite TMNT ship besides Timatello?

Also another question, how would you react when your online friend turned out to be a Roblox YouTuber?

Favorite TMNT ship? Uhhhh...

I don't have any other ships I like as much as Timatello. I know some of my friends' OCs that are shipped with the turtles (in a not weird way dw) but they don't technically count.

I like Leosagi, but mostly 2003 Leosagi and certainly not 2012.

Aprinardo in TOTTMNT is alright, I like them being a couple because they actually aren't weird towards eachother and it's wholesome, but I only see them as platonic.

Leochi (Leo and Yuichi Usagi) is pretty good, I love the concept of Yuichi working at the Run Of The Mill Pizza, or a crossover between dimensions.

Shellshocked is sweet, but it could never happen, unfortunately.

Donnie and Atomic Lass is just funny as hell.

Apritello is something I don't really enjoy, especially in 2012, because of the way they wrote it. If written correctly, I can see this ship happening from a platonic standpoint.

Mikey and Renet - Again, platonic.

Raph and Mona Lisa - 2012 did it and it was rather undercooked and he never actually called her by her actual name, which was odd. Overall it's very sweet but I wish they had more time to develop it. Again, I'd love to make them a thing in my Rise fanon, but my current storyline is incomplete.

Raph and Alopex - Yeesh, the age gap that some of the artists said they had was.. Odd, to say the least. But their relationship definitely did grow to be pretty good until they parted ways. I'd be down to make Alopex best friends with Raph, but the romantic aspects don't vibe with me.

Donnie and Bigfoot - Get the fuck out.

Any of the turtles in general x April - Depends on the way the canon version wrote it. (Aprinardo is currently the only good one.)

April x Irma - Sillies :]

Leorai - This is dogshit.

Baronjitsu - I mean... Sure, I guess. I like the concept.

Splinter x Tang Shen - Canon in 2012, I liked it, it was sweet. As for ROTTMNT, I like how she was one of his co-stars in the Lou Jitsu movies.

April x Casey - Depends on the iteration. 2003 is great, 2012 can go fall off a cliff. 2018 would be cute :]

Raph x Casey - Sure.

Donnie x Casey - 2012; fix the amount of toxic behavior and hostility they have towards eachother, and I'll talk to you about it.

Vernon x April - Bayverse; He's okay, I guess he just misread her signals, but she doesn't like him back and I suppose he respects that.

Donnie and Mona - IDW Comics - Very cute, I like it :)

Donnie and Irma - We don't get to see much of them throughout the franchise, but I like their dynamic in 1987 (platonically) and I enjoyed their dynamic in 2012 as well.

Leo and Koya - I like it. Not much else to say.

Frida x Casey - YES. YES.

Casey Jr. x Nobody - AROACE CJ FOR THE WIN‼️‼️‼️

Splinter and Big Mama - I mean there is some tension there, but I don't think they'd ever get back together.

Leo and Dale - I honestly really like it, they're just two guys in the apocalypse who really like eachother :]

April and Dale - I bet Dale realizes that he likes men and immediately starts apologizing to April. She forgives him and they become besties and they gossip with Sunita and Casey about shit 😭

I saw someone ship Sunita and Dale together once and cringed so 🤷

Sunita x April - I like it, it's cute, but I feel like it's pretty platonic. I'll think about it more as time goes on, but yeah.

Sunita x Raph - I once saw a friend of mine ship these two together and honestly, I liked it! Very good art, very good opinions on it.

Those are all the ships I can remember off the top of my head. But none of these compare to Timatello.

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And your English and grammar is getting really good!!! Good job!!! 🫶🫶💖

Guys, I have realized that I have been giving you guys too many trauma filled and gut-wrenching stories, so I decided to be nice today. Enjoy

Echo was just sitting the makeshift hospital bed in med bay while she stared at the bandages wrapped all around her. "What...happened to me...?" She asked herself before sighing and trying to recollect the missing memories from Krang invasion, yet she struggled and ended up getting a bit frustrated.

Her eyes looked at the entrance of med bay and saw Donnie walk in, Donnie didn't notice her at first which made her slightly annoyed. Echo rolled her eyes playfully and then cleared her throat to catch his attention, once Donnie saw that she was awake, he immediately ran out. "That was weird...he didn't even say hi..." She spoke to herself then she heard the sound of feet running, "...oh no..."

The doors that lead into med bay burst open and she was met with lots of familiar eyes, she smiled softly at the turtles and April who was actually there too. Then they all started asking questions about how she was feeling and if she needed anything.

"I'm good guys...what happened to me though...?" Echo asked and they all hesitated to answer. Donnie then spoke up, "It's better if we tell you the details later since you clearly have a bit of amnesia, you were injured pretty badly." He explained as Mikey suddenly came over to her. "You were asleep for weeks! We started thinking you were never going to wake up...well.. except for Raph of course."

Her eyes widened at hearing the extremely familiar name. She knew who that name belonged to way too well. Echo looked over to see if he was there and he was. She smiled at him as he immediately came over and started asking if she was alright. "You ok...? Nothing hurts right?" That was difficult to answer since everything hurt yet it didn't at the same time. "Hard to say. I'm just glad I didn't disintegrate into ashes." Echo joked slightly which earned her a slight frown from Raph.

After a while of talking and being force-fed some soup. everybody left to go to bed. Except for Raph. He was still there to watch over her in case anything happened, Echo always got nightmares but anytime he was around, it always went away.

Echo couldn't help but feel like she finally accomplished something. She found people that actually love her and care for her. It felt amazing. Echo finally found her people after everything she's been through and done.

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Sorry It's not that good! I have massive writers block and I've been really busy. More to come though! - Percy :)

[tinyevelyn]

💖🐈Welcome To My Blog🐈💖

I'm Evelyn!! I'm a self-taught artist who loves drawing and writing OCs >:3

Get To Know Me -

- I'm genderfluid and bi and I go by he/she/they

- I'm an ENFP-T 9w1 sx/so

- My birthday is 15/06 and I'm a Gemini♊️

- I'm 155cm which is about 5'1 in feet (omg I'm short😭😭)

- I LOVE CATS and I have a cat meself

- my favourite colours are green and pink

MY OCs -

ROTTMNT OC Emiko - (to be edited)

Stranger Things OC Andrea - Andrea Henderson is a sharp-witted and fiercely independent teenager who balances her tough exterior with a deep care for her loved ones, often hiding her vulnerabilities behind a layer of sarcasm.

Encanto OC Evelina - (to be edited)

Encanto OC II Estrella (fankid) - Estrella Madrigal is a vibrant and creative young girl with a passion for self-expression. She has the gift of creating mesmerizing illusions that blur reality and fantasy. With a playful and charismatic personality, Estrella uses her talents to entertain and connect with others. She's a true original, always looking for new ways to showcase her art and stand out from the crowd.

TADC OC Kitty - (to be edited)

Murder Drones OC Ena - (to be edited)

Ninjago Oc Renn - (to be edited)

💖F/O LIST💖

Camilo Madrigal - ENTP 7w6 - Encanto

Jax - ESTP 7w8 - The Amazing Digital Circus

Steve Harrington - ESFP 3w2 - Stranger Things

Serial Designation V ESTP 8w7 - Murder Drones

Kai Smith - ESTP 8w7 - Lego Ninjago

MK - ENFP 7w6 - Lego Monkie Kid

💖🦎ChameleonKitty🐈💖 - Camilo x Evelina

💖OC x Canon/Selfship List💖

💖🐰BunnyCat😺💖 - Jax x Kitty

💖⚠️VEna🐈💖 - V x Ena

💖🏏BatBrains🧠💖 - Steve x Andrea

💖💫RenKai🔥💖 - Renn x Kai

Inbox is open to interactions!!

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[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐝

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Adriaen stands on the roof top of April’s school, keeping his phone to his ear in case Donnie calls him. He had been tasked to keeping an eye out. Donnie had told the guys that they had to sneak in to grab a valuable piece of tech from the Purple Dragons. 

"This is Purple Knight. Is everyone in position?" Donnie calls, his voice echoing out the device. “Red King is set." Raphael assured; his comment followed by Adriaen who crouched down. “Black Rook is in position. So far, all is good.”

Mikey was appearing as a window cleaner, hanging beside the windows of the school. "Mikey is in position." He confirms but Leo scoffs from below, Adriaen looking over the edge to see the slider looking annoyed.

“Why does Mikey get to use his real name at his code name?"

Donnie sighs in exhaustion, "He doesn’t. Orange Pawn, please use your—“

“What? Why am I the pawn?"

"I’m changing my code name to Blue—Bluey. No, Blue...uh..."

Adriaen sighs and shook his head, but he expected this to happen at some point, these brothers just love to argue. "No! No one is changing their code names. Please, everybody just pay attention.” Donatello breathes in to calm down, before explaining more about the situation. “We are dealing with the Purple Dragons. Evil, villainous hackers. Now, they have the dragon's tooth."

Mikey hums and nods along before he had to ask the most important question for himself to know, "Uh, double checking it is a real dragon’s tooth, right?" He inquired making Adriaen tilt his head and answer for Donnie.

“Mikey, dragons aren’t real. So, I highly doubt it’s an actual tooth of a dragon.”

“Exactly, thank you Adri. What it is, is a piece of technology so powerful that if it falls into their hands, we could be looking at something apocalyptic. That is why everyone needs to be ready. The Purple Dragons are serious and—“

Whilst Donnie had been explaining the technology they required, in the distance on their phones, the turtles heard Raphael yell and sound as though he fell.

"Red King report. Are you okay? I repeat, are you okay?"

"Not really. There's a pigeon with pizza in its mouth. It’s a Pizza Pigeon. I got to get it for my social bro."

You got to be kidding me.

Leo chuckles in excitement, "Pizza Pigeon? Awesome." His tone oozed with amusement, "We're gonna be internet famous. You've gotta get that picture, Raph." Mikey exclaims to his older brother who lightly snaps.

"I'm trying."

Donnie clears his throat, “Guys?” He tries to grab their attention but to no luck, as Raph shushes him. "I'm taking a picture." He whispers in concentration.

"You’re terrible at pictures. I’m coming over." Leo soon hung up, heading over to help his brother out. "And there it is. As usual, looks like we gotta handle this ourselves. Cyber Bishop, plan B." Donnie groans out, the Cyber Bishop being Shelldon, newly built with the body of a purple sea turtle, who hovers next to his creator.

"Let’s do this bro!" Shelldon exclaims eagerly, Adriaen decides to hang up his end of the phone call and look over to the rooftop Donnie was on. 

He tosses an orb towards the school, having it stick and cut open a hole. Donatello then jumped onto Shelldon and flew in through the opening, grabbing Mikey in the process. Adriaen looks down debating if he should follow them but decided that would be fine and keep as the look out. Leo suddenly calls him, making the black masked turtle click his tongue and answer the video call.

”Dude, dude. Adri! You gotta come and check out this pigeon!” He smiles brightly at the camera, “Leo. We’re supposed to be helping Donnie.”

”He’ll be fine. It’s a high school tech club. What harm could they bring?”

Adriaen deadpans, while it was understandable that Leo didn’t know this group personally, Adriaen and Donnie did. Well, more so Donnie, but Adriaen had seen what they are capable of. They were ruthless. Especially the Kendra girl.

Before he could respond back to reason with Leonardo, they were interrupted when Donnie’s face appeared, looking to be in a panic state.

"Orange Pawn and Purple Knight are in check. We need backup!”

Raph nods, “On it.” He says, turning to Leo to grab his attention, but Leo was busy with something else. He gasps and points over at the pigeon they found.

"Pizza pigeon!"

Adriaen rolls his eyes at the two, “Guys, where are you? Guys?” Donnie repeats, Adriaen quickly responding as he jumps down and swings himself inside the hole.

”I’m coming!”

He rolls onto the ground, running forward to the computer room. When he enters, he saw the state of the situation. Mikey had somehow been trapped in a beach ball ensnarement, bouncing him off the ground as he heads towards Donnie who froze on sight.

“Beach ball? Why did it have to be my greatest fear? Why did it have to be beach balls?!"

Donnie yelps, as Mikey collided into him. The brothers bouncing around the room. Adriaen stiffens when the two came hurdling towards him.

”W-wait!”

Adriaen braced himself as the three turtles were thrown out through the hole in the window when Mikey rolls them over.

The boys made it back to the lair, Raph laying his head on the kitchen table in sadness. to which Leo and Mikey were comforting him. 

“Hey, it’s not your fault."

"It’s okay. You’ll get it next time."

Adriaen was leaning against a counter as Donnie was pacing around in anger. He then snaps at his brothers, "Didn’t get the photo. Didn’t get the photo?! Because you were too focused on a pigeon with pizza, a piece of military grade technology remains in the hands of—“

Leo smirks, tilting his head to the side, "A high school tech club?"

"That’s right."

Leo sits on the chair next to Raph, putting his feet up and lazily leaning back. "Yeah. Well, your fear of beach balls didn’t help. I just don’t think we're all on the same page." He stated causing Adriaen to lightly snort at the comment.

”Ain’t that the truth.”

Donnie strolls over, shaking Leo’s chair, “Not on the same page, huh? Well, I think the problem is while I come up with brilliant plans I instruct to do, you guys goof around like dumb-dumbs!” He snarls, picking up a box of crayons and throwing it. The crushing splattering everywhere to which his brothers didn’t look all that impressed.

“Cause you're dumb." 

Donnie hisses, walking away while grumbling under his breath. "I mean, you can kinda see it here." Raph spoke up, holding his phone up to zoom in on the terrible photo he took.

Adriaen shakes his head at the two. “You know Don is right.” He stated, the three to look at him in question. “What? That the world is going to end because a little techy thing is being guarded by, once again, a tech club?” Leo grins in amusement, leaning against his palm.

”No—I mean yes—no, I mean…!”

Adriaen groans and rubs his head before taking a deep breath. “What I meant was that you three do goof around on missions that Donnie creates. Maybe, I don’t know, listen for once?” He narrows his gaze, silently scolding the boys who pout and share glances at each other.

”I’m heading to bed. Just think about your actions, yeah?”

He walks off, Leo watching him with a frown as he looks away, feeling a little guilty.

The next morning, Mikey is skateboarding while Raph takes a picture of his brother who balanced himself at the top of the ramp. Leo standing beside Raphael with his usual smug look. Adriaen was training in the dojo for the morning. Catching up on his training that he felt like he hasn’t attended to in a while.

"And that move is why I’m gonna crush you in skateboarding tomorrow."

An explosion occurs and Donnie is rushed out of the lab, looking ecstatic, "I've done it!" He announces, grabbing the attention of his brothers who look over at him. 

“Done what?"

“You finally finished your drill?"

Donnie laughs at Mikey’s comment before shaking his head sternly. “No."

"Is it my Skate Hawks idea? You see, the Hawks that was strap to ourselves and then—“ Raphael began to explain his crazy idea, Leo beaming and sliding up to his side. “You say the word, I’m ready to go wrangle some hawks."

Donnie twitched his eyes at them, “Not Skate Hawks." He cuts them off before shoving the three inside his lab and into a giant machine he built. 

"What’s going on?"

“Oh, just let me close in to the Mental Intelligence Reprogrammator—I mean, the Pizza fun box." Donnie lies horribly with a smile, but his brothers were focused on the last part.

"Pizza fun box?" They say in unison, bouncing around eagerly. Uncaring that they were locked inside the machine as Donnie chuckles maniacally. 

"Everything’s going to be brilliant, four times as brilliant. Evil laugh!"

Donatello pulled down a lever, the machine started to activate as pink smoke from inside surrounded the cheering brothers. Electric bolts spark as Donnie laughed evilly, his back hunched over like a gremlin.

As the doors open Leo, Raph and Mikey fell out of the machine, dazed out of their minds. Donnie ran up to Leo and checked him first in curiosity.

"Did it work? How do you feel?"

Leo blinks before looking around, he spots a rubix cube and managed to solve it in a blink of an eye. "I feel...smarter." He lightly grins, Donnie stared in disbelief and amazed at what he has done. “By Hawking, it worked! You dumb-dumbs are as smart as me now!"

“Are we as smart as you, or as intelligent as you?" Mikey spoke up, he and Raph standing beside each other. The youngest brother reading a thick book as Raphael was writing on a chalkboard with a bunch of science symbols drawn.

"You know, it might seem like semantics, but it is an important distinction."

Donnie had his mouth agape, pleaded with what he was seeing, “"This is the greatest day of my life. Relishing chuckle.” He rubs his hands together with a cocky look, “Now who's ready for a second try?"

Without much of an argument, the brothers started heading towards the exit. Donnie paused at the entrance of the dojo where Adriaen was training in. But he didn’t want to interrupt him. He’ll just tell him the great news when he comes back home with their new team.

What felt like hours had flown by, Adriaen gave one last thrusting punch at the training dummy before deciding to end it there. He grabs a water bottle and towel, wiping off his sweat and sipping on the black water bottle, walking out the dojo.

When he came out, he paused on his drinking when he saw the four brothers dancing together, confetti appears from the ceiling and some disco lights flash.

"It’s like looking into a beautiful, beautiful mirror." Donnie sighs out, watching his brothers in a dreamy gaze. Adriaen walks over to him, about to ask what they were celebrating for. But Raphael suddenly snatched a glass tube that Donnie was holding.

"It's such an advanced piece of technology. It's hard to decide what to use it on?"

“I know, I know. But, it's gotta be great since we can use it once." Donnie yanks back the tube, being falling onto the butt. He turns to Leo who cleared his throat, Adriaen naturally does the same, sipping on his water before widens his eyes at the sight.

"What if we could use it to launch a whole network of satellites?" Leo sits on a chair, pointing at a functional satellite he created on the fly.

Uh…excuse me? Did he built that?

"Or we can use to power up my super collider.” Mikey announces, gesturing to the larger machine he made, Adriaen choking on his water at the sight.

A super what now?!

"Whoa. How did you build that?" Donnie blinks, rubbing the back of his head. "With some parts in your workshop." Mikey bluntly told, catching Donatello off guard as he Frits his teeth.

"I’m sorry. You went into my workshop?"

“Yes. And I also reorganized your motherboards by processing power."

Donnie twitched his body before looking away, “Smart…” He sighs as he clenched his fists, “Cool, cool, cool…what a day." He grinds his teeth and walks away, when he was away from his brothers, he was grabbed by Adriaen who stared intently at him.

”What did you do?”

”Huh? Oh, oh! Adri, perfect timing. We got the Dragon’s Tooth, hooray.”

He smiles proudly but Adriaen didn’t look interested. “Donatello. What did you do to your brothers?” He hissed out at him, Donnie gulping as he sweats and likes his fingers together.

”Oh, well…I simply helped them be smarter.”

”How…?”

“By basically restarting their entire brain system and have them become just as smart as I.”

Adriaen stares owlishly at the info, “You…you messed with their brains?! And now they have your brain?” He shouted at him, poking Donnie on the forehead, making the soft-shell mutant groan and step back, holding his forehead with a little pout.

”It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

”Don, you can’t just, change your brother’s brain chemistry! I mean, look at this!” Adriaen gestured to the super collider that Mikey of all people built. ”It’s fine. Our team is finally unstoppable.” Donnie assures, whistling as he strolls off. Unaware of the twitching eye from Adriaen. “I…can’t do this. I’m surrounded by crazy people.” He mumbles, walking away as he rubs his temple.

He wasn’t watching where he was going, bumping into Leo’s plastron who held his shoulder, so Adriaen didn’t fall back. “Ah, just the subject I wanted to see. Come with me.”

Without much warning, Leonardo drags his crush to an area in the lair, sitting him down on a chair and handing him paper and a pen.

”I want you to write down all the things that you find attractive in a potential partner.”

”I’m sorry what?”

Leo smiles in pride, “You heard me. Now, chop, chop. List away. You get 5 minutes.” He walks after that, setting a timer on his phone. Adriaen just stared dumbfounded by whatever experiment Leo was getting him to do. He rolls his eyes and looks down at the blank sheet. It was such an odd thing of Leo to just suddenly ask him to do. Why would he want to k ow what Adriaen finds attractive?

Ugh…if he’s anything like Donnie right now...I’ll just write down few points and leave.

So, he scribbled down some notes. To be honest he wasn’t really thinking about his words, he was just passing time. Eventually he was done as he smacks down the paper and leaves before the timer could go off.

He makes his way to his bedroom to catch up on some sleep.

The next day, Donnie was skating up the ramp, Adriaen watching him with crossed arms, his own skateboard under his arm to wait his turn.

The two look up and see Raph, Leo and Mikey walking towards them, carrying boxes.

"So, guys, who's ready for big game escape ball?" Donnie eagerly questioned but Raph blinks and shakes his head. “No can't do. Got some work. Definitely lot of work."

“Oh, okay...” Donnie pouted watching his brothers walking away. But then Leo turns to him, “Actually…” He murmured, causing Donnie to smile that Leo may actually join the game.

Instead, he takes Donnie’s skateboard and unscrews one of the wheels.

“I have been looking everywhere for some swiss ball bearings. It is all about ball bearings nowadays." He chuckled, tossing the skateboard back to Donnie and walking off.

Adriaen tilts his head at the three. “What are they even up to?” He inquired out loud, only for Donatello to slump his shoulders.

Later that day, Donnie brought pizza. Carrying one box while Adriaen carried the other. They both enter inside the lab that Donnie always stayed in. 

“Hey, guys, pizzas here.”

When they look around, they notice the three still working on whatever project they had in mind. “You’re not gonna even take a break for Pizza? What about you, Mikey? Pizza?" Donnie tried to bargain with, but Mikey was busy wiring systems.

“Can’t. Too busy rewiring your systems.”

“Rewiring my systems? What—dang, that is some tasty circuit work, Mikey.”

Adriaen leans in to look at his work, “Since when did you knew how to do that?”

Donnie widens his eyes, shaking his head, “You’re messing with my tech!" He gasps, flabbergasted. Raphael let out a loud and obnoxious laugh. "Tech? You call this junk tech."

“Yes. Sick burn, Raph. Wait, you burn me…what’s going on here?" Donnie mumbles upon realising that his brothers weren’t themselves. Leo turns around in his chair, smirking at the two. “Why don’t you keep yourself busy with that…skateboard thing of yours so we can do the real work. Go, go. Off, off."

Adriaen scoffs and looks to Donnie, “And you said everything was fine with them.” He muttered under his breath, Raphael shooing them off.

"We’re just a little busy. Let’s suit up, shall we?"

With that, they took off their coloured masks and replaced them with violet masks just like what Donnie wore. Adriaen steps back out of shock as Donnie awed at them.

“Oh, you look magnificent!”

Adriaen nudged his arm, making the so-called scientist of the group drop his pizza box, his voice getting small and confused. “But I thought purple was my thing.” He utters to himself, puzzled by everything. Adriaen grabs his arm and drags him away. “Let’s talk, shall we?” He rhetorically states, gritting his teeth and dragging him to his room.

When they enter, Donnie groans and sits down on a chair. "I flew too close to the sun, guys. Who would’ve thought a team full of Donnies would be more nightmares than dream come true? Not I, that’s for sure."

Adriaen huffs and lightly glares at him. “Uh, huh, sure…”

Shelldon hovers next to Donnie, looking disinterested. “Yeah, you beefed it." He bluntly told to which Donatello exhales exhaustedly.

"Yes, I beefed it. Well, we know what we must do."

”Great, so what do you have in mind—“

Shelldon interrupted Adriaen by narrowing his robotic eyes. "I’ll ready the disposal unit." He informs, as he then releases various weapons out of his little body. Adriaen backed up to not accidentally get stabbed as his eyes were wide open with disbelief.

”You made a what now?!”

Donnie held his hand up for Shelldon to put away the tools. "No, not that. Too soon—“

”—What do you mean, too soon?!”

”—But I like where your head is at. I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I miss the dumb-dumbs. I want my brothers back." Donnie ignored the freaked-out Adriaen, his eyes softening at the mention of his brothers.

”Am I just supposed to ignore what I just saw and heard?”

Donnie waved off the comment as hums in thought of a plan. “Adri, get me my toolbox!” He orders, clapping his hands as the black masked mutant twitched his eye before walking out.

After some time, Donnie finished his trap. He made a hologram of pizza and Laos built a cage that would fall down upon someone touching said hologram. 

It was perfect he claimed. But Adriaen had some doubts. 

The two watched from the sides, having the hologram pizza displayed on the kitchen table. They saw the three brothers walking by but stopped when they smelt the food of the fake pizza.

"Artisanal flatbread?"

Mikey reached out to grab a slice, only for his hand to go through the hologram instead, before they could react, the cage drops down from above, entrapping them.

Donnie cheers and jumps out, doing a little happy dance. "Yes! Still got it."

Adriaen walks over, narrowing his eyes at the brothers that were trapped. This had been too easy, surely this wasn’t them.

Laughter made both mutants turn around and saw the real version of the brothers. The ones that Donnie trapped were holograms. "Nice try version 1.0." Leo taunted out, bewildering his younger brother. "No, it can’t be. I’ve been out hologramed by you!" He processed, watching on solemnly when his brothers and the holograms dance before they left.

Donnie groans, rubbing his hands access his face. Adriaen pats his shoulder and led him to Donatello’s room to relax. When they enter the room, the purple masked soft-shell sags to the floor.

"I failed. I've lost my brothers forever. I know we don’t always see eye to eye but I’m really gonna miss you guys.” He dramatically reached out to caress the pictures that he took at some point during their adventures.

”Since when did you have time to capture all these?” Adriaen mumbles to himself.

”It was messy but gosh, it was fun, which is totally something Leo would’ve said after he cut that worm guy in half."

Worm guy? 

Shelldon flies around him, giving his best pep talk. "Don’t beat yourself up. It’s just 100% your fault."

”You’re sure blunt and quick to the point.” Adriaen pats the top of the Shelldon’s head in brief amusement. Unaware that Donnie gained an idea. “Beat myself up…beat myself up? Gasp! I got it! To get my brothers back, I don’t need to outsmart them! I need to outsmart myself!"

Adriaen looks over at him, craning his head to the side. “And how are you going to do that?”

Donnie grins and pulls Adriaen towards his side. “Adri, get me my blueprints!”

To say that Adriaen was both impressed and also thought this was crazy, was a feat for anyone to achieve. But Donatello had done it. Adriaen was waiting outside the lab with Shelldon, as Donnie jumps in the middle to gain his brothers attention. 

"I give up. You guys are way too smart to be fooled. I’ll just leave you and the Dragon’s tooth alone."

Mikey narrows his eyes in suspicion, "Does this apology have any strings attached?" He interrogates, Donnie shaking his head to appear genuine. “No, no, that is what I’m saying. No strings attached."

Raph and Leo both look at Donatello, all three noticing a string attached to his battle shell. “Uh, there’s literally a string attached to you." Raphael points out the obvious, Donnie stiffening as he looks at his older brother.

“Whatever you do, don’t pull that. It’s just a prototype of a new aquatic battle shell."

“He told you not to pull it, which, of course, means you should pull it."

"Unless he’s doing the double reverse-reverse, then you should not pull it."

Adriaen sighs and looks to Shelldon, “Classic Donnie overthink. Is this going to work?” He mumbles as Shelldon shrugs his non-existent shoulders.

“Ah, it’s the triple reverse. I’m pulling it."

Leo gains the courage and pulls the string, upon doing so a large beach ball covers Donnie up.

Ah, well…guess Leo is as curious as ever still.

“Giant beach ball?!”

Adriaen watched on from the sides as the brothers run away, avoiding the beach ball that Donnie was in. 

“Pop it, pop it, pop it!”

Leo was hiding behind a corner as he held a pin, his wigs shaking, “Why am I afraid of beach balls?!” He complains, jumping out and popping the giant ball. Only for it to split into thousands of more beach balls.

"They’re multiplying exponentially!"

Shelldon and Adriaen run over, calling out for the distressed turtles to follow them. "Brohounds, gotta get out of here. Follow my honest face to safety!" Shelldon exclaims, Adriaen opening the door that said exit.

When the three ran through the door, Adriaen quickly shuts it. A cardboard cutout of a wall falls down to reveal that they entrapped the brothers into the machine that Donnie used on them to change their brain. Donnie swiftly activates the machine but their intelligence on the panel was slowly decreasing but became stuck.

“It’s not working. They’re still too smart. I need more power.”

Adriaen looks around and noticed the Dragon Tooth. “Don, will that work?!”

Donnie follows his gaze and twists his face in slight displeasure. “Alas, what irony. We must use the supreme power of the Dragon’s tooth to return my brothers to their blissful ignorance."

”Just say yes!”

Adriaen runs over, grabbing the tech and sprinting back to Donnie who takes it from him and inserts the Dragon Tooth into the machine.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!"

The machine powered down, the door of the machine opening up as it looks like they had returned to normalcy, along with their masks. Unfortunately, the Dragon Tooth had now been shattered.

Raph holds up the empty the that the tech was once in before he grins eagerly. 

"Ten bucks if I shove this up my nose, huh?"

Ah, their back.

Donnie sighs in relief and smiles warmly.

“It worked….I’ll give you 20, brother."

Adriaen walks over to Leo who blinks in a daze. “You okay?” He helps the slider to his feet as Leo nods, “Yeah, I’m all good! But uh…I didn’t do anything weird right?”

”Leo, you were weird the entire time. But so was Raph and Mikey.”

”Ah…okay. Phew, almost had me panicked there for a second.”

Adriaen gave him a questioning gaze, wondering what he was insinuating but Leo squeezed his shoulder assuringly and whistles, walking away. 

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. 

Whoo hoo, another Donnie and Adriaen chapter!

First Chapter here

Next Chapter here

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Rottmnt x human sister reader, splinter decides she should go to a human high school so she could be around her own kind and learn more. And the bros are all pretty protective over this and are worried about her being in human school.

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Summary: Reader goes to school, hell ensues

TW: vomiting, a nasty panic attack in a public space, talk of animals insides

Notes: anyone mentioned in this that isn’t from Rise is an oc of mine! Please don’t use them in any works without explicit permission

Study Sessions

You stared at your father as he called a family meeting, usually, these go horribly wrong. Especially as of recently, when your father decided that you, the youngest and the only girl (other than your older sister, April) should go to school…and not the school Donnie and (as of recent) Draxum have been teaching. No, human school. A human high school. You sat down at the table and hugged your knees to your chest, Donnie leaning on the wall, Raph and Leo sitting in the chairs and Mikey sitting on the counter. Splinter smiled but before he could speak Red spoke “ Pops- if this is about school I’m sure Donnie could teach her about algebra and..whatever else human kids learn! “ Donnie snarked “ I could teach her rocket science! “ Splinter nodded “ I’m sure you could purple but, she needs to be with other humans, learn to socialize “ you looked away as he slid papers on the table “ April’s parents did me a favor and enrolled her with Casey Jr! “ you felt doom and anxieties cloud your chest, you took the papers and read it, the papers were illegal documents that Donnie made…you read through each line before getting your schedule. How fun. It was seven classes a day with each class being an essential skill…apparently. What I’m the actual fuck is Home Ec.

The next few weeks came quicker than anticipated. Donnie made you and Casey matching bracelets, they were emergency bracelets (ignoring that your ninpō could just…tell them if something was wrong). And of course they were genius tech! He was making an empire after all! You did clothes shopping with April and also learned how to be socially acceptable with not only April's help, but also Sunita…and finally, the dreaded day. You and Casey stood shoulder to shoulder and stared at the high school, it was bustling, a few interesting faces but mostly everyone already knew each other. There was a larger group, of about seven people. You noted how one had a pretty sapphire necklace and a prosthetic arm that was so fluid it rivaled Donnie’s own he made for Leo. You gave Casey a hopeful smile and walked into the high school, you were immediately overstimulated. Going from a rather empty sewer to a high school was anxiety filling. A blonde haired girl bumped into you, when you turned to apologize for being in her way she immediately apologized. She was probably 5 '6 with sea green eyes and blonde hair “ my names Nyssa, you two seem a bit lost- do you need some help? “ Casey immediately nodded, Nyssa smiled and held out her hand “ oh right! They/Them! "Oops. You smiled and spoke your name, Casey following your lead. Nyssa led you two to your first class “ Your schedules are exactly the same, I didn’t know they could do that. You may get separated when testing comes up, you could be boosted into honors or lowered to just skills class “ Nyssa stopped at the first door. How amazing, math at 8 AM.

When the class finished you saw the white haired boy meet up with a brown haired girl with a tiger eye brooch. All the jewelry you’ve been seeing was very similar to Sunitas cloaking device, the brown haired girl seemed to be a senior based on how old she looked and sounded. You smiled and led Casey to your other classroom. Science.. how lovely, you knew you’d get this fine. Casey had a bit less of knowledge than you, they didn’t exactly have a need for schooling in the apocalypse. While you…well your brain has been nurtured by your older brother since the both of your youth. You could speak four different languages fluently, you could do some math that college students learn, you could do most things. Your biggest problem? American history. You learned Japanese history, your father telling you myths and legends that he learned. And you knew a bit of history from China. A sudden electrical feeling ran through you and Casey, it was simply a blue warmth, less like a fire or a sun and more like an electric heat. You were more than happy to welcome it into your ninpō, walking with it through your science class. It was simple biology, you slept through most of it with Casey and answered any questions sent your way. It left soon after second period and left you alone during third.

Then it was time for your language class…you spoke flawlessly, holding a full conversation with the teacher in Spanish before halfway switching to Japanese to see if the teacher could too. He couldn’t. Casey suddenly spoke up next to you and you turned, the two of you happily chattering in Japanese, sometimes clicking at each other before you realized that was weird, so you continued in Japanese. Yes, both you and Casey are fluent in the “ turtle language “ but shhh that doesn’t matter. Language class moved quickly and then off to fourth. You met Nyssa again, they said hello as you sat down next to Casey in biology. It was announced that you’ll be dissecting something. When you questioned what the teacher smiled “ oh! we’ll be dissecting something super exciting tomorrow, a red eared slider! “ you felt queasy. Quickly shooting up your hand to ask for the restroom, you sped off and found yourself emptying your stomach in the school hallway, a trash can in your hold, your ninpō going crazy and altering not only all of your brothers of your panicking but also a feeling…someone who was spewing mystic energy somewhere in this school, and no, it wasn’t Draxum. His mystic powers felt a certain…way. It wasn’t long before Casey found you and rubbed your back. The feeling of Raphs sturdy ninpō wrapping around your panicking one helped calm you down. You breathed and wiped your mouth with a sanitary wipe Donnie was demanding you keep with you. Slowly you and Casey went back to class, you still looked clammy and jumpy as you sat down and looked anywhere but the board that was a display of snapping turtles insides, Casey was holding it together, but barely. Like an overstuffed suitcase. The bell soon rang after that.

You made your way to lunch where you spoke to Draxum a bit and then was swept away by Nyssa. Brought to a table with the same few interesting people you’ve seen that day. When you really got closer to them, most of the jewelry was spewing mystic energy…cloaking devices. The brown haired senior was named Bellezza, there was a tan girl with short curly hair and a seal coat named Öskra, a blonde senior with blue eyes named River, she had a opal gemstone in a choker on her neck. A brown haired girl named Ésme who shared a ruby ring with the white haired boy (whom you learned was named Mason) and was the only one who didn’t buzz with mystic energy. And the last person, a black haired boy with burgundy eyes named Alexander, he had a garnet bracelet on. They all seemed to be able to pick up on your free flowing ninpō, and how it was prickling from previous panic. You were stuck close to Casey as you rested through lunch, your ninpō reaching and searching for two in particular. One that kind of felt like Mc Donald’s sprite and the electrical warmth. They both responded immediately, their ninpōs like two cats curling around a scared kitten. Your ninpō is the metaphorical kitten.

You didn’t eat lunch that day, moving into fifth period, ELA. The teacher gave you a free period and you simply slept. Your lashes attached to your cheek before you woke up with a startled noise, your eyes wide before looking up. There was your purple clad brother, staring at you as you looked at the ceiling tiles. You glared at him, before looking around and getting yourself into the roof quickly “ what are you doing here?! “ you hissed “ I’m just seeing how my dear sister is doing! and if this school is really better than my teachings! '' you sighed “ it’s super easy right now- “ Donnie laughed “ of course it is! He said confidently “ you smiled at your brother and sighed “ How’s everyone holding up at home? '' Donnie hummed “ Nardo has been fighting Raph to not just portal in this school and hunt you down. I didn’t let him come! “ you stared at him dead panned “ and you can? '' Donnie stared and then slowly backed away into the shadows of the dusty air vent. You dropped down quietly after that and slipped back into your seat, knocking dust off yourself. The bell rang again…god you were tired of that damn bell. Time for sixth period.

Next was a world history class. The teacher had turtles as a class pet, you were immediately drawn to them. Casey watched as you quietly chirped and rumbled at them. The turtles craning their heads closer to you as you made noises at them, their quiet voices responding. You quickly scampered to your seat, far away from Casey. Squished between two boys that made your ninpō scream and demand you return to Casey’s side, anxieties pulling your brain into mush. The teacher put on a video about ancient Egyptian mythology. Stuff you already knew. Your eyes grew heavy as you fell asleep, halfway through your rest the sound of a large bang startled you awake.

You whipped back with a noise and fell out of your chair. Backing up a bit, you didn’t see a classroom. You saw the tunnels, kraang infested as they chased you and your brothers. Raph missing. That was your whole mission, to retrieve your oldest brother. Leo and Casey Jr got separated. Mikey and Donnie hid in the tank. Leaving you, to get stolen away. You fumbled and looked around for something, anything to fight the kraang. Someone grabbed your arm and you started hitting it, the arm didn’t relent, it was softly pulling you away from the tunnel. The whole…incident… was traumatic for you. any really, everyone. You, Casey, Raph, and Leo got the nastiest of the flashbacks. The yokai therapist that the family got said they were classified as panic attacks. Even as the soft arms pushed you to the floor you continued hitting and thrashing, pausing when the feeling of something wrapping around your ninpō entered your brain. Your body is basically shocked to real life. Casey was holding you by your arms, you had hot tears running down your face and hurt vocal cords. You stared at him and blinked before letting out a quiet sob and leaning forward, him just holding you throughout the entirety of sixth period.

You guys didn’t go to seventh period. You just sat in the corner of a hallway and breathed, at some point the same blonde senior, River, came and sat down with you two. And after that? Mason, the albino boy, and Bellezza the senior with auburn hair joined her. They were all siblings, Casey theorized that they were wolf yokai based on how they flocked like a pack. Seventh period ended quickly, when April came to get you guys she immediately noticed the tense mood from you two, walking back to the sewers…she could only wonder how the brothers would react. When the three of you walked in, Raph was the first to notice you being back, he looked at your and Casey’s sour faces and lowered his snout so it rested on your head and hugged you, chuffing hard enough your entire body vibrated. You made small similar noises, but they were weak and halfhearted. Raph was so worried about what happened to you at school. Leo and Donnie soon returned to the main area and joined the upwards cuddle session, Casey and April being pulled into it as they all wrapped around Raph to feel his churrs, Mikey soon attaching to Raphs shells and starting to chur as well, you forgot how amazing it felt to be held like this. You took off your cloaking device and the scars that were hidden from the public eye became known. Oh how much they wanted to ask about school, why your ninpō wailed in pain, why your chirps that normally sounded so nice were half hearted and deflated

[afreakingdork]

Inflorescence

RotTMNT Donatello x Original Female Character One-Shot

The absolutely stunning chapter art was done by @goodforwho

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Creampie, Yearning, Love, Established Relationship, Touch-Starved, Light Bondage, Light BDSM, Plant Bondage, Married Couple, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Penis In Vagina Sex, Gift Fic, One Shot

Synopsis: From a young age, Jun resigned herself to being alone. It's been years since and that hunger has not abated.

This one shot is dedicated to, inspired by, and a gift for @grumpytheunicorn who's OC, Jung-Hwa "Jun" B. Lee, fills me with nothing but glee. I hope you like it.

Also available on Ao3

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Intimacy.

It wasn’t something Jun ever thought she would have. It wasn’t just that she convinced herself; it was a patent impossibility. She was untouchable in this world. There was family that evaded that rule when she was younger, but that time was finite. Clinging was something shy children grew out of. They grew into anxious adults that were plagued with loneliness until they did something about it.

What if there was nothing to do?

Starvation was baked into Jun’s skin. It was etched in the very green lines that Donnie was tracing with his tongue. It didn’t matter how much he touched her, it would always be there. It ghosted over every inch of her and only asked for more. This was what came from her lineage. Genetics had laid out designs on her very being. She was a colorful rendition of darted toxicity in amphibian form. For as visible as she was to ward off others, the years of neglect weren’t. Those were palpable, not tangible. It was hers alone to suffer with. 

Did Donnie know?

He acted like it sometimes. He would look both at her and through her to see that wraith draped over her shoulders. He’d tug her close under the guise of possessiveness or slap a hand onto her shoulder to keep the spectre at bay. Late at night when she was sure she would be consumed, he would roll over and wrap around her like a security blanket. He was everything she wanted and more.

It wasn’t enough.

Not when she was built to keep others at bay.

Not when her personality was wretched.

Not with the ilk that invited death painted her skin.

There was more still.

For her hunger, she had teeth.

A row of pretty sharpened fangs lined up in her mouth.

Why?

She was enough of a carnivore. 

Why did she of all things need a secondary defense mechanism?

Why was she the one cursed to be alone?

Donnie grabbed her then.

He moved on from his tasting to gripping and kneading. This, he didn’t know and never would. He couldn’t know that all of this was unnecessary. She loved the gambit of lovemaking and would never tell him that he alone soaked her. Her years of intangible fantasy nearly equaled those where she convinced herself she would be a solitary creature.

The two went hand and hand in what once stabilized of her sanity. If she couldn’t have touch in real life, then she had it in spades in the immaterial world. Through fiction and fantasy she fed and by the time Donatello came along he fit the mold of insertion whether he knew it or not.

Guilt had eaten away at her for fantasizing about her friend all those years ago.

How she yearned to tell her younger self that it would be okay.

That he would be the one.

That he would be holding her now, in vivo, and more.

Her life partner.

Her Nightshade.

The man that was unknowingly wasting his time with foreplay.

She threw her claws in to not be a passive participant. Those she minded less. They were wasted on pricking fingers when even the tap of a tip had enough toxic mucus to kill a lesser being. They were cosmetic in that sense and she fancied them. Her nails were pointed lines that made it easier to pick books or tick up page corners. They weren’t the mark of a prey animal needing to be protected.

Not that Donnie saw her like that.

To him, she was the predator. How, she would never know, but his face said it all. Even when he looked down on her, he was looking up at her might. His eyes shined with that spark of fear and it was in that where she always wondered.

It couldn’t have just been her being.

It had to be more.

He hadn’t been scared off by her fear.

He hadn’t been scared off by her poison.

He hadn’t been scared off by her teeth.

What was left?

He had to know about her hunger. He had to know that she wished to devour him. He had to know that despite their bond, their years, their time, their pledges, their children, and their culmination that she wanted more. That being twisted up around him only furthered the ache. That she wished to splice her genes with him until they were finally one being and she could know the true peace of another.

In that way, she supposed she was a predator.

She stalked and sought and her beloved matched her by wrapping the whole of his hands around her body. It was his might she craved and he gave it by lifting her. Another hand dipped between her legs to find the debased nectar that had been leaking from her since the moment their kiss promised sex.

She was ready.

She was always ready.

She had always been ready.

For him.

She was nothing, but an object to be moved as he lined her up. Sure, he spoke. He asked and she answered, but that wasn’t where she was. She was on a cellular level examining how close their particles could match. Her outer appearance was something that read a green means go, but inside she was wary stoplights. She needed to etch all those feelings before they evaporated as they always did. Coupling was another finite act and she needed to remember.

His scorched tip seared her entrance and marked her like words to a page. His ink would pen legions and be filed away amongst the scripture. It was a stroke, a rub to keep blotches from forming and she counted chapters off with the ridges of his cock. She descended each line of them with shivers and shakes. To the end of one section and onto highlight another, she was the bibliophile. She was a savant and voracious to a fault.

It wasn’t enough.

Not when he bottomed out.

Not when he used her like a frog shaped stroker.

Not when sweat beaded down her body and dropped like acid around them.

Not when he was holding her and she equally had him.

She was too small.

Not for the act, but for the play.

She needed more of him.

She needed once for him to truly know.

No more scientific hypotheses.

Donatello deserved to know.

For all that he had given her.

He was too lost in the throes to see the green mysticism crop up.

It blossomed within her like the color of his skin and she always wondered if it had foretold his arrival. It circled the brown of her eyes in the way he encircled her heart and burst forth with the only might she truly believed she had. Plants blossomed around their martial bed. They crept and snuck the way her mind had. Hidden from view, but breaking ground, they were the ill-fated weeds.

No plant was truly unwanted.

She had long learned that.

They only needed to find their place.

Their life.

Their match.

She pulsed around Donnie’s length and waited for the moment his eyes shut in ecstasy. She had always been a merciless fit for him and clenching his length siphoned more. She struck then, flora reaching out tendrils that only then gave her any form of pause. She had to meter them here. She had to exert control.

As much as she desired, this wasn’t just about her.

To be with another was to know their struggle.

Donatello knew hers, but not its depths.

She knew his the same.

Equal and opposite.

One could never truly be there.

He would never really understand her years of seclusion just as she would never know Krang possession.

She would never make him relive that.

Her plants weren’t hyphae.

She was Belladonna, not fungus.

She wasn’t trying to worm her way under his skin.

She blanketed him.

She coveted him.

She protected him.

More than her tiny fingers could ever reach of his muscles, vines thick with her mystical life blood curled up and over his biceps. He jarred at them and he wasn’t privy to the new bedmate until he realized there wasn’t one. Jun was enveloping him and it only took a flick of his pupil to give his consent.

He was hers to have and to hold. 

It lit further green flames in her eyes and she let loose her consumption.

Plant life licked and swallowed the jade of Donatello’s skin. It ate inward, clinging and growing over the expanse of his huge body. For every bulge, it wrapped and clung until his trellis was adorned. He was a stunning picture of greenery that enhanced his landscape. Pockets of need beaded between growth and caused a slip and slide of the water plants craved. They leeched it away from his skin and sought further until she was the one fucking herself on his cock.

She bounced as he gave way to the many limbs and felt wickedness leak into her expression. He was within her bondage and one snap of her mystical energy drew the ropes. It strung him backwards, pulling his deltoids to peak protuberance and knotted cuffs around his hands. Grips slid up his brain stem to capture the width of his mind and tugged to full attention. He was primed for the Ludovico technique in which he couldn’t look away. This was his rare glimpse at her true depth and he took it with only that fearful awe she never quite understood. It shone bright in his eyes and a wrap of root tucked itself around his throat. For a moment she let herself think about his life in her hands for once and she squeezed.

It cut off his oxygen and she waited with bated breath.

Her dark lips parted plump because she could take in whatever she wanted while he couldn’t.

He mouthed a few times for her until he got his lips in order.

She slammed down his length to take one last jab of his cock before she coaxed him closer to her tympanum.

The restriction of his esophagus caused his irises to swim as a murky bubble leveled with her eye line.

“I love you.” He rasped.

She could have come right then.

Hearts puckered her pupils and she bequeathed him his life back by letting go of his throat. He wheezed stars and she tore into the unrelenting nature of his plastron for a hold. There wasn’t one amongst the nicks and wear, so she made one with her vegetation. Holding the reigns around his body, she fucked him mercilessly. He gave up his power in the dynamic easily in favor of euphoria. 

He’d cum just like this, she decided, and felt the slap of her tits against her torso. It marked the speed at which she was plowing him and, for once, he was the tender field. She would elicit any number of crops from him depending on how she proceeded, but all she wanted was the climax. She wanted to see him give way to her and his winding was imminent by the way his eyes disappeared in a roll.

She could join him.

She decided she would.

As a treat for her little reveal.

She held him steady and, in a swivel of her hips, she caught her favorite pleasure points. Ones deep inside and only accessible and reachable by her Donatello, she struck a dangerous flint to stone. It was her mortal enemy's tinder, her flora’s ever opposite’s flame, and her great undoing that within only a few strokes she was close.

He was closer and it was the pump and pinch of his cum that sent her over.

The seeding a palpable one, she gave wholly over to the sensation and quivered for the sake of it. The blotch painted her insides and leaked out of the tiny space and back down to him, its owner. In a sudden unfurling, the plants tucked backward to blossom and a sea of calla lilies burst forth to signify their union. It was a white on white from her stunted vision and the yellow only came in after as a pistil’s lick of the beared fruit.

“I love you too…” She ushered the end of their session with her response before collapsing into him like sleeping petals who had temporary satiation from the sun.

At least for now, until the appetency came for her once again.

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hi! would it be okay if I got a tfa matchup for my cybertronian oc?

their name is Hypercharge! their alt mode is a jeep.

their primary color is a slightly dark peach, with light yellow colored highlights. they have yellow optics.

they most likely have some form of adhd, but their ability is to take all of their energy and save it for a big burst of energy in their frame, or to be used as a blast.

they find organics fascinating, and enjoys plants. (especially sunflowers)

whenever they use too much of their ability, their frame will go into recharge.

they are a bit of a sweetheart (think Mikey from rottmnt) although they are pretty emotional

whenever they use their ability, however, they will act a bit sluggish, and much more tired like sad from inside out!

their weakness is the fact that when they're all energetic, they're way too impulsive and a tad ignorant. but when they're all tired, they get apathetic and callous!

(sorry if this is a lot! :'))

Your OC’s Match

TFA

Prowl

Bayverse

Bumblebee *this will never not be my favorite gif of him by the way 😂*

First and foremost both share Hypercharge’s love of organics/organic life

Prowl also loves nature and plants so that is a special connection. They have a garden together outside the warehouse they call home

With Prowl it’s more of a grumpy/serious x sunshine dynamic which is kind of adorable

Both are protective over Hyper-charge especially when their ability has worn them out. Will definitely drag them to bed for some rest

I can picture both carrying Hyper-charge to bed as they are whining and protesting and both just go “ Yeah, yeah. I know, but it’s time to rest” kind of like a parent putting a toddler to bed

With Bumblebee it’s more like two feral gremlins running around in a wholesome way *mostly*

Prowl is definitely more on the responsible side, but Bee is too if you can believe it

They are the logical ones keeping Hyper-charge out of trouble and keeping the impulsivity in check

When they get tired/apathetic and callous I can picture the two of them saying this

Prowl/Bumblebee: Hyper-charge, go take a nap

Hyper-Charge: Why?

Prowl/Bumblebee: Because you’re not you when you’re tired