#and Donnie gets a rare win once in a while

[fabuloustrash05]

If you want to know which Ninja Turtle had the most rizz, Raphael has had an actual canon girlfriend in at least 3 different versions of TMNT and is also the only Ninja Turtle to have ever been canonly married.

[midwesternvibes]

This one is currently winning on my little motivation poll so here we go

SEPERATED LEO AU!!! (because we don't have enough of those already lol)

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So, I wanna talk more about how they all refound each other (link to how they met here)

Just to recap, Big Mama has Mikey, Draxum has Raph, and Splinter has Donnie. Big Mama's in her Nexus Hotel, Draxum is in NYC with a cloaking broach, and Splinter's in the ever iconic sewers.

Big Mama is actually a very kind mother to Mikey! She loves her little baby, and especially loves how he has her beloved Lou's smile. She spoils him to death and lets them express himself however she'd like. (If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mikey is genderfluid in this au and generally presents as a feminine man) Mikey absolutely adores skirts and zip-up hoodies, and usually wears a very bright suit top with a big orange ball gown skirt to formal events that Big Mama matches at Mikey's whims (I cannot draw for the life of me so if anyone is willing to draw this for me I will work out some kind of trade with you if you'd like 🙏)

But yeah, Big Mama does not let her fight in the Nexus, and has even toned down the brutality of the Nexus due to Mikey's pleading. There aren't any more lethal fights and she rarely makes binding, lifelong contracts because it made her baby upset to see all the sad and scared people.

They are a very cute duo and both genuinely love each other very much

Then there's Draxum amd Raph! Draxum luckily snagged two cloaking broaches before his lab exploded and slapped them on both him and his 2 year old son before heading up to the surface. The two of them then got a apartment in the.....*shuddder*........human world. Draxum tries to hide them in mostly secret, only leaving the house for groceries and necessities, but eventually realizes that poor Raphie is very lonely.

This is made so much worse when he meets the little girl downstairs and wants so desperately to follow her to school after their playdates.........Draxum finally caves.

With the help of Mr. and Mrs. O'Neil, he enrolls Raphie in the same Kindergarden as April and lets him finally go to school after years of homeschooling. Raphie struggles with the transition a bit, but eventually he gets the hang of it and thrives! Draxum encourages him to join as many clubs as he can (without getting overwhelmed of course) and is his biggest fan.

Once Draxum is able to settle down, he's actually a huge soccer mom and goes to all of Raphie's events, he gets totally embarrassed sometimes. Draxum and the O'Neils are really good friends and try to have dinner at least once a week

But once again, a very happy family! They struggle to show it sometimes, but they truly love each other and only want what's best for each other

Then we have Donnie and Splinter! Splinter was mutated with the DNA from his pet rat that he picked up on his travels with Big Mama and Draxum to get the turtles, and he was only able to grab Donnie and retreat to the sewers before Draxum's while lab collapsed. He, along with the other two, belive his partners and other children to be dead, so he never goes searching for them. Instead, he raises his son in the sewers on his own, foraging for all that they need just like in canon.

However, their sewer home is PREEEEEEEETY nice, since Donnie doesn't really doesn't have anything better to do other than make their home as nice as possible. He's has all major appliances working since he was 6 and only makes improvements from there. He also has his little pet project, but Splinter doesn't know about that yet!!!!

Speaking of Splinter, he varies pretty dramatically from canon. He's a lot less depressed because he had a much better experience with the yokai world and doesn't feel nearly as ashamed to BE a yokai (or yokai-adjacent) and keeps himself in much better shape, helping him with the dysmorphia that he does have. Overall, Splinter's doing pretty well, and he's a pretty attentive parent overall!

He was able to access some of his funds from his Lou Jitsu days and pays for Donnie to go to online school, and by the time Donnie meets up with the rest of his family at 11, he's halfway through high school work and has plans to go on to college so that he can start building up his tech empire by the time he's 18

But yeah, yet again, a overall happy parent/child relationship!

(Then there's Leo. All the angst had to go somewhere, right???)

Moving on! Now, the adults all lived separately with each of their respective kid, but when Raphie was about 8, he got really sick. Like, really really sick. Draxum went to as many human doctors that he could trust, but none of them were able to figure out what was wrong with his baby. He finally musters up the courage to go down to the Hidden City, and finds out that Raphie has Mystic Overload Syndrome. While he's running around trying to find stuff to help his little boy (he's so affectionate guys), Raphie sneaks out! He starts running around the Hidden City unbroached, and he feels truly seen for the first time in his life.

While running around, he literally runs into another turtle yokai, one who's dressed in expensive orange clothes...........

This post got REALLY long, so stay tuned for more! Next post will probably be how Draxum and Big Mama finally met, and then how Splinter and Donnie come into play!

(Don't worry about Leo this isn't about him he's fine)

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(Also stay tuned for the name reveal of the AU!

[boxfullaturtles]

Kingdom Hearts Rise AU

Michelangelo Hamato The youngest brother wields magic with incredible skill and proficiency. Combined with his speed and acrobatics, Mikey is a lethal force on the battlefield and not one to be underestimated. His youthful outlook and wide-eyed wonder belie a strong emotional intuition and an even stronger heart whose light reaches out to help and support those in need. He’s a firecracker on the battlefield, his speed on par with Leo’s. His magic is devastating and capable of doing damage over a large area, decimating weaker foes. He’s primarily a long range fighter, working to pin the enemy down so his brothers can close in for a truly wicked series of blows.

Keyblade: Solarflare A Keyblade with a long reach that provides a substantial boost in Magic. Strength: +2 Magic: +8 Length: Long Ability: Magic Galvanizer: Increase the damage done with magic in proportion to the length of the combo.

[extra details under cut]

Team Attacks: + Leonardo: Shooting Star Team up with Leo and launch fireballs through his portals, casting them all over the battlefield, then finish them off with a gigantic Thunder spell.

+ Raphael: Fists of Fire Team up with Raph, coating his fists in flames and riding on his shell as he charges through enemies before finishing them off with an explosive ground pound attack that sends shock waves across the ground.

+ Donatello: Bombs Away! Team up with Donnie and ignite a giant rocket, riding it around and plowing into enemies, then end it all by launching the rocket into the sky, leaping off before it crashes back to earth and explodes.

+ April: Mystic Mayhem Team up with April to link magic and spin around the battlefield like a dance, gliding on air while launching spells in every direction, then finish with an eruption of magic.

+ Casey: Danger Days Team up with Casey to let him rail grind on magic chains, slicing through any nearby enemies before directing lightning down the chains to channel into his Keyblade for a final blow.

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More stuff about KH Rise Mikey:

- He swims but very badly and prefers to avoid water if he can help it.

- The most powerful mage out of his teammates, Mikey is capable of combining his spells to cast two at once, often creating deadly combos like Fire-Wind or Lightning-Ice. In the future, he might be able to cast the highest tiers of magic without the cost it would take from most wielders.

- Solarflare sounds like rattling chains when it strikes enemies and its particle effects are grinning little balls of flame, sparks like embers, and little green stars and circles. It is always slightly warm to the touch and the symbols on the end glow softly.

- Mikey’s outfit is specifically designed to allow him to pull into the safety of his shell, since it’s something he does frequently and often uses to his advantage in battle.

- He sometimes gets a little cocky and overconfident in battle, especially when he’s winning. Although unlike Leo, he tends to be immediately humbled by any mistake he makes.

- Chronicles their travels and keeps track of their story (like Jiminy does in the KH games). Fills the pages of his journals with plenty of sketches and photographs. Sometimes adds souvenirs from worlds they’ve been to like pressed flowers, stickers, or scraps of paper or fabric.

- His temper is legendary but rarely seen. Few have ever lived to tell of its unleashing.

- Mikey has an extremely good (and very mature) understanding of the heart. Of all his friends, he’s the only one that seems to really understand that a heart is a thing of balance and that Light cannot exist with the Dark, and that Light can be just as vicious and cruel as Dark. He struggles to conceptualize this in a way that he can explain to others and the frustration of his failure to communicate (and the stigma against Darkness) drives him to keep it to himself. He hasn’t mastered his own Darkness by any means and actually has a hard time dealing with it himself. Just because he understands it, doesn’t mean he knows how to execute it.

- That being said, when it comes to matters of the heart and, indeed, feelings, there’s no one better to turn to than Mikey. Or rather, Dr. Feelings. He’s as blunt as ever and will tell you exactly what you need to hear, even if you don’t want to.

- Yen Sid and Merlin believe that, with the right tutelage, Mikey could do far more than simply cast spells. They see great things for him in the future...

[galaxitix]

Have a photo from the Family Album o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Made by your favorite rat dad, Splinter and his lovely assistant, Mikey

@ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle submission for the last mini tournament Family ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Small backstory on photo, and headcanons undercut

Ok so first backstory for photo:

So, basically splinter normally stays up and wait for his children return, that being when Lav comes to get him a report. His kids had been on some sort of mission that has kept them up a lot(which explains the eye bags). This time however, it was dangerous close daylight and he had not seen sight of his eldest or heard from the others so went to investigate when he came upon this scene. He thought the moment was too good and took a photo which was later added to his album (that Mikey got him into, not wanting him to be bored while they were out). Stickers was added by Mikey (tho Raph draw them and Donnie got them printed)

And now on to sleepy headcanons for my au

Starting with the eldest, she tends to drool in her sleep and she does do the coffin pose when sleeping(like in canon) except when her hands are preoccupied by your siblings. She is a extremely light sleeper which doesn't pair well with her insomnia. Most times, she is the one hanging out with Donnie in his lab when she is too sleep-deprived to drag him to bed.

Next Raph, he snored in the sleep and will denied no matter what proof is provided(Mika recorded him once to prove he does snore). He also has a reflex to grab everything and anything placed in his hand. (Which makes it hard for Mika to properly pull the whip cream prank on him since he just kinda squash it in his hand the moment it's put in his hand)

Next Donnie, they are very cuddly. When they fall asleep in the pit or in their bed(a rare occurrence), they will grab the closest person/thing beside them and let me tell you, when they grab you, you best believe you are not going anywhere until they wake up again. Donnie has a ridiculously strong grip in their sleep so to prevent them from trapping the person next to them everytime, they(their siblings) give them a pillow to sit with, in case they do fall asleep(Donnie like the extra weight in his lap and it's a headrest as a bonus). They claim they won't, but with their non-existent sleep schedule, yeah they definitely will. Another fact is that Donnie whistles in their sleep due to the gap in their teeth.

Now the youngest, Mikey/Mika, they are a wild sleeper. Some position he get himself into make you question what he's dreaming about. He also sleeps like the dead and only Lav and Splinter can successfully wake him with no trouble(Donnie and Raph still wonder how). He always has the wildest dreams and takes joy in rambling about it while they having breakfast .

As said before Lav has insomnia while Donnie is just a workaholic who purposely ignore their body's need for sleep.

Sometimes Lav will drag Donnie from their lab to her room to rest when he's overworking themselves (mama lav for the win) She only does this with them because Raph has no trouble going to bed(he values his sleep cause he rather be dead than be sluggish during a fight) and Mikey usually falls asleep despite how many attempts she makes to stay up all night(Lav also carry her to her room when she ends up falling asleep in the pit)

Peace (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)✌️

[shantechni]

In honor of Valentine’s, let’s rundown the love interests of the 12 Turtles!

Leo: Karai. For a bit, but then things got wierd and complicated. Leo’s alone 😢

Raph: My boy got himself a space warrior lizard girl, Mona Lisa!

Mikey: Also alone, but he may have a shot with Renet. And I think he showed interest in Shinigami? (Besides Usagi, Mutant Apocalypse, and Bebop and Rocksteady a couple times, I only watched S6 once)

Donnie: Oh, Don. Our hopeless romantic. April may not fully reciprocate, but at least he got a kiss.

Damn. Raph is the big winner in the love game.

I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS WHEN IT WAS STILL VALENTINE'S DAY😭😭

Raph definitely came out on top and won the race lol. Donnie was stuck in a "will they won't they" situation for so long that he and April just kinda melted into friendship status after a while, and Leo has 0 rizz, let's be real. He only got lucky for a minute there because Karai likes how weird New York is, and he sucked at flirting in space (which reminds me, how he gonna judge Raph for liking Mona when he straight up tried to hit on an alien himself💀I guess he was focused on her slightly humanoid appearance versus Mona being a giant newt).

Honestly, I'm still stuck on Renet telling everyone she's like 1000 years in the past everytime she travels to find them, and even Mikey was like "😶" when she said that, so that definitely ain't happening no matter how much S5 may want to make it happen. And I think Shinigami just likes that he's fond of her since the others are often either wary of her or neutral (I also suspect part of the reason for her introduction as a potential partner for Mikey was because of what Renet mentioned lol, idk). Mikey and Shini could happen, or he could just be in a little phase of the sorts like Donnie was for...a while, and I'd be fine either way. She's the first woman he's crushed on in their time period, so there's potential for him just realizing over time he just found her really attractive and cool.

Raph hit the jackpot though fr, Mona was into him the moment she realized he wasn't an enemy, and the language barrier between them is rarely ever a problem because they just get each other y'know, THEY'RE JUS SO🥺💕Y'KNOW-

People can say what they want about the romance in the '12 series and most of the time they'd be right, but Raph and Mona was a huge win lol.

[seth-whumps]

on today’s episode of mello gets normal about oc content i need to know how these four end up meeting each other actually (am i skipping like. ten steps. yeah)

HELLO MELLO oh my gosh that rhymes i'm using it forever now OKAY. OKAY. we'll do pairs of each, unless they're connected

[TRAIN HONK] LONG POST you know the drill.

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Winter and Frey met when they were young, about 15 and 17 respectively. Frey was deep in their plots, and for a teenager, they were fairly good at fooling their way into the palace, but Winter never treated them with anything but joy and the occasional mischievousness. It was rare to Frey, and why they are so fond of him.

Frey meets Cor on the streets, in disguise, before the group comes together. It's a quick, nasty exchange--Cor is a monster hunter with good morals, Donnie is a criminal with a very grey code of honor--and it ends in blood spilled in the snow. When they meet again, it's on Winter's quest, and there's an uneasiness without recognition. They are wary of each other.

Cor and Minnow are basically besties. Cor does his best to never hurt the monsters he hunts unless there's no better way to help them, so when Minnow is trapped in an iron net in his own pond, Cor is called in, and cuts them free. Minnow tries to bait out of the debt, but Cor is more than a little trained at handling the fae. Eventually, the debt must be repaid. But Cor is happy to just hang out with her for a while. It's nice to be understood.

Minnow and Winter meet in her clearing in the few minutes Frey has ever left Winter alone, and it's a bad idea, because Winter knows of the fae, but he has never once interacted with them. Minnow has nearly wrapped his silver tongue around Winter's true name before Frey comes in and puts an end to it. They remain a bit distrustful of each other at the start.

Winter encounters Coronacht several times before they're officially introduced. The masked vigilante sweeping in and taking over the situation, in front of the crown prince? Of course Win is more than a little intrigued. When they do shake hands and team up, Corrin is immediately tense about Winter's naivete, but eventually, he sucks it up and decides to protect him, if no one else will. (And if Winter is gay panicking, well, he plays it off well enough.)

Minnow and Frey have a staredown once they come crashing into the clearing to save Winter. There are several moments of understanding passed within them--it's a silent conversation. A, "he is mine, don't touch him. I would rather you take me instead." From then on, they are tense, but there is a quiet companionship between them.

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of course this is all before... several different secrets come to light. for all of them. you can't expect communication on day one, can you.

thank you mello!!! you are the absolute bestest thank you thank you thank you <333333

[hopeaterart]

Alright... plot of the movie!

First: happens 2~3 years after fifth season. The Turtles and Saki have moved into the Hidden City permanently, Karai's integrated in the family, everyone who needed therapy got therapy, everything is fine.

One night, Rat King breaks into Saki's room and starts being a cryptic weirdo, as per usual. In order to get him out of the room, Saki humors him and goes to wherever he told him to go.

A space capsule is crashed there, and there's a small robot in it.

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Brings the robot back home, and goes wake up everyone so they can figure out what to do.

Donnie charges the robot and robot wakes up.

Robot introduction: it's Dr Honeycutt!

Explains he was running away from the Triceratons Empire

Raph recognizes that name as the aliens that Mona Lisa's family apparently ran from, and says so

The rest propose to him to stay here for a while!

Montage where we see Honeycutt being shown around the Hidden City, slowly integrating himself there over a few months (we also get an occasion to see how everyone's else been doing)

Cut to night before Big Yolai Festival: everyone's happy and eating pizza and talking about how the Battle Nexus tournament is gonna go (Mikey's bragging a bit cuz he's the current ruling champion)

Phone rings, Saki goes to answer, it's Habiki. She explains to him that she had a disaster vision including a threat coming down from the stars, and that the Turtles were involved.

Saki reassures her he'll keep an eye out for any disasters, and goes back to dinner. Decides to tell the others abt it once the Tournament is over.

Festival and Tournament starts! Everyone's having a blast, Mikey's kicking ass, everything's being cool.

Suddenly, April and Casey both get phonecalls (from Kirby and Kendra respectively) and excuse themselves to go check what it is.

Aliens are invading New York.

April and Casey go get Donnie (who's not participating) so they can have help for that

Donnie excuses himself, runs back to the clinic and the three take the Turtle Tank. Leaves a message in the group chat explaining what's happening.

Cut to them in New York: weird dinosaur aliens are attacking. Battle/chase scene with an alien tank ensues.

Battle ends when Donnie and Casey get out of the Tank to fight one of the bigger aliens.

The alien gets hit by a car. (Woohoo!) The car's driver is Bishop. (No!) He has Kirby and Kendra in his car because he was anticipating the Hamato clan getting involved. (Hooray?)

Before he and Donnie can argue, channels telling people to evacuate get hijacked by the aliens.

The aliens introduce themselves: They're the Triceratons, and they're here for Dr Honeycutt and to invade planet Earth

Short argument between Bishop and Donnie when Bishop gets in the Turtle Tank about whether or not Donnie knew about Honeycutt. (Rare Bishop W, Donnie allows him in on it for now)

Go back to homebase at end of day, Donnie explains the situation (First day of combats are finished)

Honeycutt explains the full situation of why he's running from the Triceratons (still working on it, but gist of it is that he was a weapon maker on the other side of a space war with the Triceratons and now they're trying to capture him to make him make weapons for them)

Everyone agrees that surrendering Honeycutt isn't an option, formulate a plan

Big battle where the Hamato clan invades Triceraton main ship and fight/scare them off ninja-style (still working on that part)

The four turtles find the chief, challenge him to a fight where he and his fleet leave the earth alone if they win. He accepts thinking it'll be easy, he loses.

Triceraton chief tries to kill one of the Turtles at the end of the battle, Leo kills him before that can happen.

Aftermath of battle, Bishop and his squad in charge of the clean-up.

Hamato clan + Honeycutt talking about what's gonna happen now.

They decide against banishing him, and everyone goes to bed because the 'throwing aliens off of the planet plan' happened over like, four hours.

Few days later, tournament is still going full-on because the disaster didn't affect the Hidden City

Mikey just won the Finale of the Battle Nexus, gets crowned champion for the fourth year in a row.

Big party to celebrate his victory, everyone's having fun, and everything will be fine.

End credits.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

A/n: aww. Thank you for requesting

Summary: the buys have their first kiss while trying to convince you to stay way from a fight

Version:rise

Raphael

He knew you were gonna be stubborn and not listen to him but it was for the greater good

He tried for probably a couple Minutes to try and stop you

And when you finally listen he was pleased

But when you kiss him and say

"You better come back"

Firmly and he's flustered

But it's motivation

So he nods before running into the fight as you run out the building

He was ready to win and get back to you

Michelangelo

He wanted you by his side but he couldn't cause it was too dangerous

Donnie had told April and Cassandra to leave do he knew he had to tell you to leave

He tried to talk you out of coming with him and he finally convinced you

He seen the hurt in your eyes as you looked to the ground but instead of leaving immediately

To kissed him and firmly told him

"You better come back"

Then yoh ran out of the building leaving behind a flustered mikey

But he nodded after a couple of seconds and ran towards the fight

He justed to win the fight with his brothers and get back to you

Donatello

He was gonna make you leave one way or another but first he was gonna try and convince you

So he did

It took a second but you knew that Donnie is always right and if he's not well that rarely happens

So you took his word and left

But not without a kiss and a stern

"You better come back"

So now he felt as though he had to win

So he nodded before running to the fight

Leonardo

Donnie told him he had to get you got pf the building

So he did

He explained and convinced after a bit

He knew you knew you had to go and that if it were safe enough you would be there with him

So once he knew you were gonna leave and get somewere safe he started to leave

But you pulled him back and kissed him and said

"You better come back"

He was flustered but hearing how stern your voice was he knew he had to do this

And not think about how flustered he was

Do he nodded and ran to fight

A/n:sorry this took awhile and I should have the rest finished by tonight. I hope you enjoyed.

[duvetsandpillows]

Lucky One

Pete Davidson x Reader 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of needles, slight angst, drug use

A/N: This is my first Pete fic but I think I will definitely be writing more. Please let me know what you think!

I sat in bed, joint in one hand, lighter in the other. I’d been staring at the wall for the past half hour or so, drowning in my thoughts, forgetting the joint I’d been fiddling with was there to be smoked.

I was thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Have I taken my antidepressant? What do they do with the bagel holes? You’re gonna be alone forever. Don’t forget your earring is behind the back left leg of the desk. New thoughts beginning before the last one could end. I was exhausted yet I hadn’t done anything to warrant feeling so drained. I’d only left my bed to piss.

“Hey you home?” I glanced over at my door, reality setting back in, before realizing how messy my bed was; sketchbook and pencils scattered everywhere, weed crumbs and ash from not paying attention to what I was doing and empty monster cans. I kicked as much as I could off the end of the bed before putting the long forgotten joint to my lips and sparking it. The door slowly opened, Pete standing in the doorway holding a bag and a coffee.

“Whatcha doing in bed B?” he asked climbing into the bed handing me the coffee. I took a toke and thanked him while passing him the joint.

“I just don’t feel like moving. I feel like shit, my brain won’t stop for just a second. I just want everything to stop.” My voice breaking as I began to fight back tears. He blew smoke into the air, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side, handing me the joint.

“Breathe B, you’re gonna be okay. I know that sounds like bullshit but I’m here to help you through it.” I took a take and wiped a stray tear from my eye. “It’s always been me and you hasn’t it, that’s not gonna stop now. Did you take your antidepressant today?”

“I can’t remember,” I squeaked, letting the tears win the battle. Pete put his other arm around my chest and squeezed tight, resting his hand on the back of my head and rubbing his thumb.

He would whisper little pick me-ups every few minutes while I cried. “At least you didn’t walk straight into a street light like I did.” I looked up to see him pointing to a small bruise on his forehead. “I saw a woman carrying a dog in a baby sling thing and then boom! Street Light.” I giggled before taking a deep breath and wiping my tears with my sleeves.

“I guess you could say she threw you off your rhythm.” He rolled his eyes and pushed my head playfully before chuckling.

We’d been friends practically our whole lives, yet it was rare for us to talk about deep shit. Not because we didn’t care but we were good at talking each others minds off all the bullshit. 

“Movie, smoke, munch? I brought gushers and twizzlers.”

“Only if I get to pick.”

“Obviously, you always pick.” I scoffed and sat up, rolling my eyes.

“Bullshit, we constantly watching The Mule.”

“Not my fault you can’t appreciate a masterpiece,” he said as he grabbed my rolling tray from the end of the bed and I began flicking through Netflix for something to watch.

“Your hair looks nice by the way,” he mumbled, eyes focused on rolling the joint. I glanced over at my reflection in the mirror, I looked as if I’d just climbed out of the hedge. I smiled and thanked him, deciding to put on Knocked Up.

Pete told me what he’d been up to all week and who the guests were gonna be while we watched the film. I made him a twizzler ring and he attempted to make me a bracelet but he couldn’t work out how to get the knot to stay tight.” After a couple more joints I sat up on my knees and faced him.

“Could... I maybe colour in your tattoos?” I asked, placing my hand on his leg to stay balanced, realizing how high I was after not moving for so long.

“Yeah of course, which one first?” I smiled and pointed to the unicorn on his arm and leant off the end of the bed to grab my pens, Pete grabbing hold of my foot as I almost fell off. After I’d finished the unicorn I moved onto the direwolf underneath. Pete was flicking through the pages of my sketchbook as I added icy blue to the eyes.

“Y’know,” he started, passing me a joint, “I reckon you could be a tattoo artist. You could even practice on me.” I stopped and looked at him a bit taken back.

“I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Maybe you should.”

Once I finished the direwolf I looked up to see Pete had dozed off, I smiled and pulled a blanket over him, moving the sketchbook off his lap. I rolled a joint and glanced at the open drawing of a group of clouds I’d been working on but hadn’t yet worked out what should accompany them.

I thought about what Pete said and picked up the sketchbook and a pencil. I smoked while drawing Frank the bunny’s head from Donnie Darko. It was my favourite film and Pete had watched it with me countless times.

After an hour or so I finished the outline and most of the infill with different shades of blue. I felt Pete roll over and put his arm across my lap. I looked down to see him, eyes half open, observing my drawing.

“That’s amazing.” His voice gruff and low.

“Thank you,” I said passing him a monster from my bedside table. He sat up partially and took a sip before handing it back to me. “Good nap?” He nodded and laid back down into my side.

“You should put that on me,” He kicked his leg out from under the blanket and pointed to the side of his thigh. “Here would be perfect.”

“If you’d like.” He sat up again and gently tore the sketch out of the book.

“Come on then.” I frowned and tilted my head slightly. “There’s a guy that could do this now, you could get one too?”

I stared at him in a bit of shock, not expecting him to actually want one of my pieces on his body. I thought he was saying it just to be nice. Also as I’d never considered getting a tattoo before. Not because I didn’t like them but more because I was nervous; I wasn’t great with needles and if tattoo’s would suit me.

“You up for it?”

“What if I look awful with one?” I blurted, Pete’s smile morphed into confusion.

“Why would you look awful?” You always look great.” I could feel my cheeks getting warm and I couldn’t help but ever so slightly smile. “Plus I think you’d look hot with one,” he mumbled handing me the sketchbook, open to a small drawing of a sheep I’d done high while watching Shaun the Sheep.

“It’s small, if you want it to be hidden then it’s easy.” I looked down at the doodle and thought about it for a moment.

“Fuck it lets go.”

I sat on a chair next to Pete watching as the tattoo artist, Jon, carefully traced over the light purple outline in dark blue ink. I began adding to my sheep. A few clouds in the background, similar to the ones on Pete’s.

“What you doing?” I handed him the paper, glancing over at his leg, in awe at how it was turning out. I looked back at Pete who was smiling at the drawing. I held out the pencil to him, when he didn’t notice I poked his arm with it.

“Ow, dick,” he said pouting and rubbing his arm. “What am I meant to do with this?”

“Add something to it, you got a piece of me,” I pointed to his leg. “Your turn.”

“I can’t draw like you and-”

“And I don’t care. Draw.”

While Pete drew, not phased at all by the needle going in and out of his leg, I chatted with Jon, asking him question about how he became a tattoo artist and what it’s like. I was slowly becoming more interested the more I watched him work. Once he was done he turned to me.

“You ready?” he asked, I nodded nervously and Pete passed him the design. Pete swapped places with me after taking a look at it in the floor length mirror. I decided to get it on my arm as I decided I wanted to always be able to see it now Pete had added to it. I told them I didn’t want to see it until it was finished, wanting Pete’s addition to be a surprise. I looked over at Pete, nerves starting to kick in a little.

“Have I ever told you I’m not brilliant with needles?” He chuckled and took my hand in his.

“Yep,” I winced as the needle hit my skin. “Like the time you gave blood because you thought that nurse was cute and threw up all over him before fainting.” I chuckled before biting the inside of my cheek and gripped his hand tight. “You’re good, just keep your eyes this way,”

Pete kept chatting with me and rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand, keeping me distracted from the pain.

“Should I be nervous with what you drew? It’s just clicked how much trust I’ve given you.” He pursed his lips, holding back either as smile or a laugh. “Pete...”

“Nah nah nah, it’s not that bad, but you said to add a bit of me. Trust me you’ll love it.” I raised my eyebrows before gripping his hand again, feeling a muscle in my arm unintentionally spasm.

“You’re good, it happens sometimes, we’re almost done here.”

After ten more minutes it was all done and he was wiping it up. It was aching it a little but I was really excited to see it.

“You ready to see it?” I nodded and looked at my arm to see the best tattoo I could imagine. The clouds were a beautiful combination of greys and whites, my sheep now with a spliff in its mouth and a second, slightly wonky looking, sheep with a spliff also in its mouth and sunglasses on. It kind of looked like a child drew the second sheep but I loved it even more for that.

“I put our initials at the bottom so we don’t forget who is who.” I giggled looking at his scruffy handwriting underneath. “So... what do you think?”

“I fucking love it!” I said wrapping my arms around him hugging him as tight as I could. “Thank you Pete.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and let Jon wrap my arm up in cling film.

We grabbed some Taco Bell on the way home, I was designated DJ and he driver. I was, questionably, rapping along to Colson and Corpse’s new song while Pete laughed at me. He slipped his hand into mine, giving it a small squeeze and continued driving and started rapping along as if that was a normal for us to hold hands. I smiled and gave his a squeeze back even though I was a bit shocked. Shocked but yet it felt normal.

“You can roll the next one, my arm aches,” I said flopping onto my bed.

“Is that gonna be your excuse for the next week?” 

“Did it work?” I looked up to see him shaking his head and chuckling as he picked up the rolling tray.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” I smiled and winked as it sat up. 

“You’re lucky too, you get to look at this cute face all the time.” Pete leant forward and took my hand, pulling me into his lap.

“What would you say, if I asked you out... to dinner or something?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What like a date?” His smile and confidence drained from his face immediately and I had to force myself to hold back a laugh.

“It doesn’t have to be no, I just- aw fuck.” I started pissing myself laughing, holding onto him tight to keep my balance.

“Yes I’d love to go on a date, if you hurry up and roll that joint, I teased winking at him, swinging myself off his lap. “I’ll even put on The Mule yeah?”

“I’m definitely the lucky one.”

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Inglorious Shadows Pt. 1

So this idea appeared out of nowhere, and I had to make it happen. This is an Inglorious Basterds and What We Do in the Shadows crossover. Why not put my two favorite things together? I hope you all enjoy, and thank you @whatwememeintheshadows for allowing me to brainstorm this idea!!! Italics are the flashback, and will be from Deacon’s perspective. Gif and characters are not mine.

Description: Deacon is trying to make his way out of Germany once he realizes the Nazis are not going to win the war. However, he meets a group of men who aren’t to fond of Nazis.

Warnings: talks about World War II, mentions of blood, once again if I missed anything please let me know

Deacon was sitting in the living room of the flat knitting another scarf. He had always found this task to be very relaxing, especially in the more difficult times of his life. While he continued his task, Viago, Vladislav, Nick, and Stu all walked into the room.

The other vampires and Stu said their hellos to Deacon, but he didn’t look up from his work. In fact, he wasn’t even paying attention to what the others were talking about. That is until Nick brought up something that he hadn’t thought about in years. “You used to be a Nazi? That’s not cool man,” Nick stated as the entire group turned to look at the 183 year old vampire.

“I know it wasn’t cool. I just wanted to be on the winning side for once,” Deacon mumbled as he aggressively continued his knitting.

“What was it like?”

Deacon sighed as he stopped knitting and put his supplies on a nearby coffee table. “Well, it wasn’t what you would call a walk in the park.” The group focused their full attention on Deacon as he began to talk about his time in Nazi Germany.

I was 104 at the time, and I was tired of being on the losing side. Of course later on the Nazis would lose the war. I don’t know if you know that the Nazis lost the war. I could sense the impending doom, and I thought it best to try and make my escape.

I was running through the large woods that were located on the outskirts of Paris. I had to travel at night because of the sun, and I was able to avoid other Nazis. However, I stumbled upon this camp. The fire was the only light source, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a group of soldiers.

They weren’t virgin soldiers. I was disappointed that they weren’t virgins. Still, I had killed many humans before, so this would be a piece of cake. I lunged from my spot in the bushes and tried to tackle the smallest one in the group.

Despite his small stature, he managed to flip me over his shoulder. I landed on the ground and quickly jumped back up. There were several different men surrounding me on all sides.

“Well, what do we have here? Looks like we got ourselves a runaway Nazi,” a tall man with a noteable scar around his throat yelled. He appeared to be the leader of this group. I didn’t care about the formalities though as I lunged at the man who had just spoken to me.

These humans had to be some kind of mutants. The man with the scar on his neck had no trouble pushing me away, and another very angry looking man managed to wrap his arms around me. I threw my head back, and it caused the man to stagger away from me.

That man, who I later found out was Hugo Stiglitz, let out a low growl as crimson blood fell from his nose. I barred my fangs and hissed back at him. The scent of his blood was intoxicating. However, my hissing was a huge mistake. If you were a Nazi at this time, many people hated you, and if you were a vampire Nazi, that was even worse. I had blown my cover in an attempt to seem threatening.

“Wicki, hold Hugo back. We’ve got ourselves a real treat here, boys,” the man with the scar around his neck stated as the other men hollered in approval.

“This treat deserves a punch in the face,” Hugo snarled as Wicki pulled him back to where the others were. “Save it for later, Stiglitz,” Wicki whispered in his ear.

“Who are you, and what do you want with me,” I asked as I remained in a fighting stance.

“I’m Lieutenant Aldo Raine, and these here are my men. We’re the Basterds. Normally, you Nazi scum have heard of us,” Aldo said as he placed a hand on his hip. Their name sounded familiar, but the Nazis vampires rarely interacted with people from the Allies.

“As for what we want from you,” Aldo continued as he pulled a piece of bread from his pocket and took a bite, “We don’t take kindly to Nazis. To make matters worse, you’re a vampire Nazis. I’m afraid we can’t allow ourselves to let you go just yet.”

“Yeah, and whose going to stop me?”

“Donny, show this here vamp what you’ve got.”

I turned around, and the last thing I saw was a flash of dark hair, and the blur of a baseball bat as I fell into darkness.

“Wait, that’s it? That can’t be it,” Nick protested as he jumped up from his spot on the couch.

“It’s almost sunrise, idiot!! You need to get home before then,” Deacon retorted. “Come back tomorrow and you can hear the rest.”

Nick headed for the door as he let out an annoyed sigh, Stu following close behind him. Viago and Vladislav headed for their own rooms as Deacon perched himself in his closet. As he drifted off to sleep, his story infiltrated his dreams, and the presence of the famous Basterds continued their questioning.

Tags: @whatwememeintheshadows, @deaconsleatherpants, @velvet-waltz, @sergeant-donny-donowitz, @redrosewritingsstuff

[galoots]

Its springtime and you know what that means! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, love is in the air, and Donald is up to some toddler shenanigans. 

Scrooge stretched out on his lawn chair with a satisfied sigh. After a long, cold winter, the first day of spring was finally here, and everyone was taking advantage of the warm weather. Duckworth was hard at work in the garden, coaxing new shoots from the loam underneath him. His usual white gloves had been replaced with gardening gloves and he had even untucked his tail from his trousers—a rare occurrence indeed. Bobbing around the garden was Donald’s little bonneted head. The tyke was using his newly acquired walking skills to chase various critters around the yard. The creatures were too fast for him and his bumbling, uncertain steps, but the baby didn’t seem to mind. He kept at it with a singular purpose. The yard was alive with energy. Birds were all a-twitter, singing their love songs for hopeful mates. Squirrels busied themselves hunting around for food. Bees were buzzing about their hives and pollinating flowers.

             Scrooge, however, was simply content to lie there and sun himself. After a winter locked up inside, doing paperwork and holding business meetings, it felt good to just sit in the sun and soak up the scene in front of him. His relaxation was put on hold briefly as little hands jostled him, desperate to get his attention. Peering over the side of his chair, he saw wee Donald excitedly bouncing up and down as he waited for his uncle to notice him.

             “Hello there, sweetheart.” Scrooge shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting against the glare. “Got something for me?”

             A bundle of mangled weeds, clumps of dirt still dangling from their roots, were clasped tightly in Donald’s pudgy hand. He pushed them into Scrooge’s with clumsy, uncalculated force. “Flowers,” was all he had to say.

             Scrooge sniffed his wild bouquet were a dozen roses. They smelled of grass and dirt. “They smell wonderful. Thank you darling. I’ll keep them tucked in my lapel.”

             Donald beamed up at him. “’Nother present for Unca!”

             “What’s that, Donnie?”

             “Eyes closed!” Donald demanded.

             Doing as he was told, Scrooge held out his open hand. Sight or no sight, he was never sure what to expect from his mischievous duckling. He didn’t need his eyes to feel that the slimy mass Donald had plopped into his open hand was wriggling. His eyes shot open and Scrooge suppressed the urge to jerk his hand away and send the mass of worms flying. A shudder racked its way down his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

             “T-thank you!” The tangle of worms in his palm writhed. “I-I love it!”

             “Snack!”

             “What?”

             Donald pantomimed eating the worms, rubbing his stomach in big exaggerated circles. “Yum!”

             “No!” Scrooge’s stomach flopped at the thought of throwing live worms into his open maw. “Absolutely not! We do not eat worms!”

             Donald’s face dropped. His beak began to tremble. Scrooge knew all too well the tells of a toddler about to bawl.

             “Ok! Look! Unca is going to eat them!” The worm squirmed as Scrooge held it aloft. In a way he hoped was convincing, Scrooge pretended to eat the poor critter. He dropped it behind his head Luckily, it wasn’t hard to trick a toddler, and Donald clapped happily as Scrooge partook of his pretend meal. “Mmm! Delicious!”

             “Gonna get more!” Satisfied, Donald ran back to the garden.

             Free from incriminating eyes, Scrooge unceremoniously dumped the worms on the grass. He wiped his hand frantically on his coat wiping his hand frantically on his coat.

             “Hey!” Benedict snapped his head up, pointing his trowel directly at Scrooge. “Worms are good for the garden. Unless you want trouble, I’d strongly suggest you pick those gentlemen back up and deposit them next to the petunias, Scrooge.”

             Scrooge sighed wearily. It was useless trying to argue. Benedict took gardening awfully seriously. He fished his handkerchief from his pocket and bent down to start picking up the worms.

             Meanwhile, Donald had waddled over to Benedict’s side to see what all the hubbub was about. “Ducky!” Donald stood on his tippy toes to softly stroke Benedict’s head.

             Benedict smiled warmly at the touch. “Hello dear.” Placing the trowel down, Benedict removed his gloves. “Come to join me in the garden?”

             “Yah. Garden!” Donald bent to pick up the trowel his Ducky had just put down.

             Benedict eased the tool from the toddler’s hands, directing his attention elsewhere. “Admire the flowers with me, poppet.”

             Distracted, Donald let go of the trowel and grabbed roughly at the flower instead.

             Benedict carefully pulled the tender petals from the toddler’s crushing grasp. “Softly now.” He warned. “Flowers are fragile.” Benedict took Donald’s hand in his own, guiding it to stroke the velvety petals.

             “Soft.” Donald whispered.

             “Indeed. But that’s not all. Give it a sniff.”

             Benedict brought the flower to Donald’s bill so he could smell the flower. Donald inhaled. “Smell goo’.”

             “Pretty isn’t it?”

             “Pwetty.” Donald echoed.

             Turning towards his Puppa, Donald placed a chubby hand on Benedict’s face. “Pwetty Ducky.”

             Benedict blinked at the little hand on his face. “Me? I’m pretty?”

             “Ya.” Donald patted Benedict’s face. “Flower pwetty. Ducky pwetty.”

             “Well, aren’t you the charmer.” Benedict chuckled as he planted a kiss on Donald’s head. “Thank you, poppet.”

             A stocky, squat figure momentarily blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the garden.

             “So you get compliments while I get worms.” Scrooge held his handkerchief at arm’s length, pinched between two fingers like a dirty nappy. The worms wriggled inside the cloth.

             Duckworth smirked. “The boy has impeccable taste.” He graciously took the bundle of worms and freed them from their cloth prison. The worms burrowed into the dirt.

             Scrooge scoffed and shoved Benedict’s shoulder playfully.

             Pointing one pudgy finger accusatorially at his uncle, Donald yelled. “No hitting!” He looked very cross. “Bad Unca! No hit!”

             Duckworth laughed. “Very good, poppet! Unca is being naughty. He deserves a time out. A sentence of sixty years with no baby kisses seems appropriate.”

             Scrooge gasped. “That’s too harsh! I think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment.”

             “No kissy?” Donald’s face fell. His face contorted and his bill started to waver.

             Benedict and Scrooge shared a panicked look with one another. It was too late, however, to rectify the situation. A warbling cry pierced the air, causing all sentient life with eardrums to head for cover. Even the worms underneath the earth, stone-deaf as they were, winced as the vibrations reached them.

              “Duckworth is making a joke, honeybunch!” Scrooge yelled over the ruckus.

             Benedict had immediately covered his sensitive ears. “You can have all the kisses you want!”

             Scrooge swooped the crying toddler into his arms. He hugged him tightly and peppered his face with kisses to prove his point. He jiggled the duckling in his arms, murmuring soothing words all the while. Donald’s crying faded into quiet sniffling. Instinctually, Scrooge reached for his handkerchief. He found his pocket empty. He had used it to gather the worms, and now it was crumpled against Duckworth’s ear.

             With a sigh, he used his sleeve to wipe away his duckling’s tears. “There’s my bonny boy.” He smiled at the teary-eyed babe in his arms. “No need for tears.”

             “Is it over?” Benedict shouted.

             “It’s over. You can take your hands off your ears, Benedict.”

             “What?” Benedict unclasped his hands. His ears perking up cautiously. “Oh.”

             Scrooge chuckled heartily, patting Donald on the back.

             “Dow’.” Donald demanded with a sharp tug of Scrooge’s sideburn.

             “Ouch.” Scrooge obliged the demanding toddler, plopping him down on the grass. Having already forgotten the incident, Donald wandered over to admire the flowers again.

             Benedict and Scrooge watched their ward silently for a moment, drinking in the moment of calm after the storm.

             “I agree. With Donald, that is. About what he said earlier.” Scrooge roughly whispered.

             Benedict’s ears perked up, trying to catch what Scrooge had said. “Hm?”

             Covering his face with embarrassment, Scrooge faked a cough and deflected. “T-the flowers. They’re very pretty. You’ll be sure to win the best gardener prize this year for sure.”

             “Meredith Hagemann—eat your heart out! That trophy is mine for the taking!”

             The two of them chuckled in unison as Benedict cursed his horticultural rival. For a brief, unguarded moment, Scrooge stared wistfully at his friend crouched in the dirt. Benedict picked up his gloves once again–intent on getting back to work. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Benedict in his life, but he was glad he was there. Perhaps the headiness of spring had gotten to him, for Scrooge opened his beak ready to tell him so. Before he could eke out whatever emotion-choked words dangled from the tip of his tongue, a terrible sight had stopped him. Benedict’s eyes opened in surprise as he spotted it too. Donald had grabbed one of Benedict’s prized petunias in his tiny hand and, in a frighteningly quick manner, shoved the blossom directly into his awaiting mouth. Scrooge dove to stop him, but it was far too late. Donald snapped the flower off its stem and munched on it happily.

            Benedict couldn’t help but laugh.

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Donatello x Reader: Sudden Interest

@mariamonteon97 asked: Hi, could I request a #75 for donnie?

Fair warning, it’s kinda long. 

Warnings: Cussing (as usual)

Word count: 2685

You and Donatello have never really been close. 

In fact, if you’re being honest, out of all the brothers he seems to be the most unapproachable of the four.

When April had described each of her “turtle friends’” personalities, you had been most intrigued by the intellect she had promised from the mutant who donned a purple bandanna. Upon introduction, however, there was disappointingly minimal interaction and no display of the intelligence you’d been expecting. 

Instead, you were appraised for a brief moment, a golden gaze behind ridiculously oversized goggles observing every inch of you in an almost clinical fashion. You could basically see the notes he was probably committing to memory based off of your appearance, to be simply filed away in the miscellaneous sector of his mind. Then, with a polite exchange of names, it was over. Donatello disappeared back into his lab where the only indication of his presence was the occasional muffled curse and distant clatter of metal. 

Despite this disappointment, you find that his brothers are easy enough to like; each offering a unique personality to bide your time with. 

You learn to hover-board with Mikey and bond over culinary adventures within the kitchen together, though that proves to be quite hazardous to your health at times. The leader of the troupe also occasionally invites you to simply relax with him and talk about mutual interests and individual perspectives.

Though, admittedly, you find it hard to remain at ease with Leo. His ice blue eyes are too intense and penetrate the soul even during the simplest conversations, proving it difficult to extended periods of time in his presence. On the other hand, you find Raphael to be incredibly straight forward with no hidden thoughts smuggled behind his gaze. He’s gruff, uncaring and wields a “charming” sense of humour that can only be redeemed by the depth of his personality.

Despite the observations you make of your new friends, there is one who has evaded examination. Even as the days turn to weeks and weeks to months, Donatello remains a mystery to you.

It almost feels as if he’s purposely avoiding you at this point, though, you can’t for the life of you figure out what you had done. What had you said upon meeting him that offended him enough to steer clear? 

It’s only now, seven months later, do you see him for more than a thirty second window since meeting him. Seated at the table with all four brothers, you find yourself precariously perched between Donatello and Leonardo on a rickety stool. There is a weathered game of monopoly set up on the wooden bench and you scowl upon landing on Donatello’s property.

He peers down at the board from behind his glasses, identifying the property name then sifting through his cards to find the cost of rent.

“One hundred and fifty dollars,” he states, gaze shifting from the cardboard in his hand to meet yours. Eyes narrowed, you hand him the pretend cash, fingers lightly brushing his palm. While you grit your teeth at the touch of his skin, he seems unbothered by the transaction. You catch yourself glaring at the board for more reasons than one as Mikey snatches the dice to roll his turn.

  As the game rolls on, you notice Raphael begins to grow heated in the battle against his competitors. You quickly remove yourself from the equation by not allowing your ego to be baited by his barbed comments that are thinly veiled as friendly smack talk. Eventually, the hot head doesn’t bother covering his remarks and outright goes for Donatello when he lands on the purple clad turtles’ property with three houses occupying the space.

“Five hundred and sixty dollars,” Donatello grins a rare, toothy smile and you find yourself almost dazzled by the rarity of the sight. He flashes another lopsided quirk of his lips when Raph groans, holding out his hand, “pay up!”

Meanwhile, the resident muscle looks as if he’s about to blow his top. At the sound of another snarl, everyone waits with baited breath in anticipation of his frustration. “You shouldn’t be allowed to play this shit, Don,” Raph snaps, slapping the money into his brothers’ hand.

“And why not?” Donnie shoots back, immediately sorting his new income into the according piles of his money.

“You’re basically a walkin’ computer,” Raph starts, his voice rough in which you initially assume to be frustration. However, when you see the red clad turtle shoot Mikey a mischievous glance, you begin to suspect foul play. “You got numbers, statistics and strategies up in that head and that’s all you know how to do. Playin’ with you is like playin’ against a bot, game might as well be rigged.”

You frown at the comments being made, then you realise that they’re simply being said to bait Donatello. The second the clever turtle bites, he will start to play irrationally, making bold and risky moves in order to both impress and thwart his competitors; that is when his brothers can move in to take the victory.

“What would you suggest I do, then?” Don says dryly, “Should I play blindfolded and plug my ears in order to give you a fighting chance?” 

Raphael leans in and you watch the unnerving grin pull at his lips. “Nah,” he snickers, golden eyes appraising his brother in an unsaid challenge, “I want ya to play a little risky. Show me what you got, Don.” 

The turtle in question quirks the ridge of his brow bone, shifting in his seat. 

“Don’t bite, Donatello,” you mutter before he can retaliate. Though your voice is gentle, the table falls silent at the sound of it. You continue, “they’re trying to throw you off your game, it’s the only way they’ll win against you.”

His narrowed eyes watch you carefully, an inquisitive gleam in his usually neutral gaze. Donatello licks his lips, tilting his head fractionally with a softly spoken, “noted.” 

Despite your exchange being brief, all occupants of the table remain quiet and motionless for a moment. You ignore the way Leonardo’s gaze constantly flickers between both Donnie and yourself, scrutinising eyes searching for something unnamed.

“Well, there goes any chance you had of winning the game too,” Raphael rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a salty sneer. 

“If I come first thanks to manipulation rather than skill then that’s not a win,” you snark, snatching the dice from their place before him. “Not that you’d know.” 

His eyes widen and the sneer that twists his lips evolves into a mean grin, “oh, it’s on Short-Stack.” 

The game continues (quite aimlessly) for another half hour, until, the leader sighs deeply and bids you and his brethren goodnight. You tip your head in his direction, brows furrowing as you catch the last glance he sends you before striding from the room. 

When Mikey yawns, the jolting realisation of the hour hits you; time has flown and it’s much later than you anticipated. You don’t want to walk the streets of New York City alone in the dark but you also don’t want to burden the turtles to take you home. Raphael and Mikey’s patrol shift is not due for another couple of hours and you’re definitely not going to be able to stay awake until then.

“You can sleep here tonight,” Donatello murmurs, interrupting your spiralling thoughts. You glance up, taken aback by the gracious offer- coming from him, no less! His sight catches yours and he immediately glances away, resorting to reorganising his cards for the third time in a row. “I mean, only if you would like to. We can set you up on the couch; it’s much more comfortable than it sounds.”

You gape at him for a long moment, lingering on the way he stutters over his sudden uncertainty.

“Wow, Don,” Raph remarks dryly, reminding you of his presence. “First girl you invite over and you stick her with the couch.”

You briefly see Donatello’s eyes widen before Mikey croons disappointedly, “yeah, bro. That’s not how you treat a lady. You’re supposed to offer her your bed.”

The purple clad almost chokes on his saliva and your face is burning from both the audacity of the comments and your newfound embarrassment.

“No!” You splutter, catching the attention of all of those who sit at the table. You gather yourself before continuing, “No. It’s okay, the couch sounds great. Thanks, Donatello.”

The turtle in question exhales a little, as if allowing himself to breathe again. There’s a short silence as he regains his composure, his eyes flickering to meet yours with a gentle curiosity.

“You can call me Donnie,” he finally offers, standing to his feet quietly. “I’ll go get you what you need for the night.”

Watching his retreating figure, you assume that he’s talking about a pillow and perhaps a blanket.

“Damn, who knew you were such a killjoy! Let the nerd squirm a bit,” Raph chuckles, letting slip a groan as he stands to his feet. Your narrowed gaze follows his movements, unsure of whether he is being sarcastic or is simply an asshole. He eyes you intently from behind the red fabric of his bandanna, “Don’s real weird about ya so it’s fun to tease him over it- watch him suffer a bit for once since he’s good at most things.” 

Just an asshole then.

You try not to dwell on what he means by that, but the connotations were unnerving.

“Don’t worry babe, we’re just having fun,” Mikey shrugs, though his attempt to reassure you has the opposite effect. You try a smile in response but you suspect that it looks more like a grimace, provoking an intense eye roll from Raphael. The temperamental turtle waves his hand at you both dismissively before making his exit, what you assume to be his version of ‘goodnight’.

The chatter that ensues fades into background noise as the remaining excitable turtle leads you to the couch. “Donnie will be back with your stuff, but,” Mikey trails off cheekily, “if you need anything my bedroom is always open.” 

You roll your eyes and thank him dryly for the ‘offer’, you know for a fact that if you need anything you will be going straight to Leo’s room. At least the leader wouldn’t suggest that you should share a bed with him, which is what you'd guess to be Mikey’s first response. 

The mischievous terrapin shrugs with playful indifference, “the offer stands!” 

“Cut it out, Mikey,” a new voice calls from one of the tunnel entrances. Both yourself and the jokester turn to observe Donatello, eyeing the hilariously tall stack of pillows and blankets in his arms.

“Damn. What; is she meant to be making a fort with all that?” Mikey whistles. Turning to you, he adds, “if so, can I join?” 

“Mikey!” Your voice is blurred against Donatello’s and Mikey throws his hands up as a sign of surrender. 

“Alright, alright, no worries,” he rolls his eyes, “I’m going. Goodnight!”

You bid him good night, ignoring the subtle wink you receive as he turns and leaves the room. 

“So, I have here a few things you might need to make your stay here more enjoyable,” Donatello says, setting down the pile of sleeping material onto the couch. You can’t help but snicker at his travel agent choice of wording. He spares you a quick glance at the sound but continues to talk. “So, I know it gets chilly in here at night, hence why I’ve brought four pillows and four blankets. They’re all a different fabric, so you can choose which one you’d prefer to be in direct contact with you and the rest you can organise to your liking.”

Your eyes widen slightly, four different fabrics? The turtle literally wanted nothing to do with you just a few hours ago, now he’s providing an array of blankets to maximise your comfort? 

“Thanks, Donatello,” you say, visibly bewildered. He nods his head and places the materials onto the couch. 

“I’ve also brought you a bottle of water,” he says, unlatching a clear bottle from where it was tucked on the side of his utility belt. He grips the case lightly in his hands and offers it to you. Staring at him for a long moment you slowly take it with a small nod.

You have so many questions simmering beneath your skin as you both shift around in uncomfortable silence. He doesn't seem to want to leave just yet and you're not sure as to whether you should sit down with him sill there.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" The words blurt from your mouth, each syllable following in quick succession of each other. You almost want to slap a hand over your lips at the rude inquiry, though you refrain if not only to maintain your dignity.

Donatello's gaze hardens slightly, but not out of offence. He gets your confusion; he knows that his behaviour would seem odd to you and he doesn't expect you to understand the trip. Possibly because he doesn't quite know what triggered it himself.

He just simply wasn't expecting such a blunt question.

You almost regret opening your mouth when the silence stretches and you can't help but feel like a bug being observed beneath a scrutinizing golden lense. It's only when his expression softens and he scratches the back of his do you allow yourself to breathe, unsure of why you were so anxious to begin with.

"I realised that I had severely misjudged you. I'm trying to make up for it," Donatello mutters, a timidness to his voice that you have never witnessed previously within him.

Despite his words you can't help the indignation that claws at your chest, eventually climbing out of your mouth and into the air, "you never even gave me a chance.”

The turtle’s mouth closes softly, his silence encouraging you to continue, “You took one look at me and wrote me off completely.” 

“I know,” he stammers, “I know I was wrong.” 

“Then why?” You question with furrowed brows. What was it about you that repelled him so much? It was the million dollar question. 

“I just,” he just about squeaked, casting his gaze downwards. You’d have thought it impossible for someone his size to seem small; yet, Donatello seemed to be shrinking into himself further by the second. “I didn’t know what to expect after my... ‘experiences’ with April; I just figured it would be logical to avoid you to prevent any future problems.”  

You stare at him for a long moment, unable to form a coherent response. You had no idea as to what April and Donnie’s history entailed, you find that you almost don’t want to know. It’s clear that the reporter unknowingly had a detrimental effect on the turtle’s life. “What happened?” You find yourself whispering. 

He shakes his head, “I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore. What matters is that I had wrongly assumed you to be the same.” Finally he pulls his gaze from the ground to meet yours,.“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. 

You nod your head, a strange feeling swelling in your chest. With a small smile you say, “no harm done.”

He shrugs, knowing that your words were a lie. He scuffs a crescent moon shape into the ground with his foot, unsure of how to appropriately change the topic. 

You stick your hand out suddenly, watching as he flinches slightly from the energetic movement. He looks up at you, bewildered and confused. 

“Let’s start again,” you grin. You state your full name as if meeting him for the first time and gesture towards the outstretched hand. He hesitantly takes it, a goofy smile quirking at the sides of his lips. 

“Donatello,” he states, releasing a breathy sound of amusement border-lining a  giggle as the entire mood shifts for the better. “It’s nice to meet you!” 

You return the sentiment with mirth, buzzed with the opportunity of a clean slate and a prosperous new friendship.  

[tri-point-bruiser]

Most locations on earth experience rain. It’s a familiar, welcome phenomena that allows life to continue on earth via the water cycle. Some places have rain continually, some seasonally, some rarely. And NYC was no exception. This rain was somewhere between a downpour and a drizzle. The drops weren’t too heavy, the wind warm enough to minimize any risk of catching a cold, but there was plenty of water in the clouds and little chance it would let up soon. It was the perfect kind of rain for sitting in. And that’s what Shadow did.

Once upon a time she might have danced in a rain like this. But that was years of trauma ago and the weight of it kept her anchored to the rooftop. Well away from the edge, mind you. She wasn’t crazy. But outside nonetheless, enjoying the glassy way the city sparkled, dark and light all at the same time. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the way the city was both brighter, the colors equally more pronounced as much as they were muted with grey, and more muddled.

A heavy weight settled to her right and a cursory glance revealed gleaming green. The thought crossed her mind that Raphael would probably hate to be told that he was glittering, so her lips remained sealed even as their corners twitched. But then it was back to enjoying the view. There were so few opportunities to just exist, to put down some of the heaviness and become a sensory experience for a while. If Raphael was content to just be, then Shadow would just be alongside him.

They stayed that way for some time. Silent. Comfortable. Soaked to the bone and pleased to be so. But eventually her chest started to bubble with something to say. This wasn’t someplace she expected him to come. It was the roof of her work building after all. They didn’t discuss the particulars of her employment. Not since he’d asked once when they’d first met and she’d refused to give him anything more than vague generalizations. By now there seemed to be a mutual understanding that so long as Shadow didn’t pry into him, he wouldn’t pry in turn. But now he was here. And Shadow was, unfortunately (she grimaced internally at herself, she was going to have to be careful about getting too comfortable around him) brimming with the need to say even just one thing.

That was fine. She could say something without giving anything away. She did this all the time. No need to make a big deal out of it now.  Internally she shushed the gurgling, roiling sensation slowly building in her chest and focused on coming up with something neutral to say. Something easy. Something safe. 

“I don’t know why people say the rain is depressing. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a chance to feel this calm.” Shadow finally looked over at him with a humored twinkle in her eye, very much enjoying the way his scales positively gleamed in the rain and the city lights.

“I put on a good show, but I am so, so stressed out. Always. It’s nice to take a minute and just… take it all in. The lights. The sounds. Maybe not the smells so much, we’d have to be a little more “out of town” for that. But it’s still different. And different is nice, in its own way.” She looked him over a little more pointedly, reaching across the short distance between them to rub one of his scales on his arm with the tip of her index finger. “I will admit, though, I’m a little jealous. Rain does especially nice things to your skin. I just get pale and puffy, while you’re practically glowing. It’s pretty cool.”

((No longer accepting these and jeez you just had to go all out huh?))

Raphael had sat in silence next to his, well he wasn’t sure what she was. Friend? Lover? Acquaintance? Enemy? That last one was a new thought, one that left a sour taste in his mouth and a tightness in his chest that he didn’t like. Raph knew about as much about Shadow as she did about him, maybe more in some cases, and in others less. She wasn’t open about her life or her past, but he could read people well enough to see more than just the surface scars. He didn’t always need Donnie to be able to discover secrets, most people wore theirs more openly than they would have liked to know if he was honest. 

This was a long time coming, a truth he had been hesitant to seek out but one that had revealed itself regardless. He hadn’t been snooping, he hadn’t even had Don run a background check on her. Something he always did when he met someone new, especially someone as reserved and secretive as Shadow. Raph wasn’t sure why he afforded her a privacy he didn’t others. Maybe he had not expected to know her past that first encounter. After that he had become to entangled that he simply didn’t want to know the truth. 

Now, well it was glaring him in the face and he wasn’t sure if she thought he was stupid or if she was just desperately trying to cling to what they had before this moment. Raphael didn’t even acknowledge her statement about the rain, how he looked, he didn’t even react to her touch. He just sat there on top of a building owned by one of his greatest enemies. One he had seen her come out of through a roof access door that only someone with full access to this building would even be able to use. 

Shadow worked for the enemy. Had this all just been a ploy to get one of them close, to lure one in. Raph had sat long enough that he thought maybe whatever trap was supposed to spring was broken. Or did she really just not know his connection to this building. He never talked about his past, or any of the more complicated aspects of his life. Their conversations rarely dove into any deep topics, at least not personal ones. Was it possible she was just innocent and had no clue. 

There had to be hundreds of people working in this building that didn’t know the truth about the owner, about he and his brothers. They were at best fake news stories to most. No one believed they actually existed. At worst they were the monsters parents told their kids about to keep them indoors at night. That one Raph wasn’t so keen on, but if it kept kids off the street he would take it. 

Past intimacy notwithstanding, Raph had developed some pretty confusing feelings for Shadow. Even if they had never had sex, he was pretty sure he would still feel something for her. He was comfortable around her, felt like he could just be himself. He didn’t have to put on an act and she accepted the bad with the good. She never seemed to mind his temper, or the moments where he was just irrational because logic could not win over his heart. She was strong in ways that surprised him for someone so small. She had a clever wit and a sense of humor that he enjoyed. She could make him laugh so easily and it wasn’t the little half chuckle most people earned. Shadow had seen him rolling on the floor crying with laughter more than once, and it was her own fault he was like that. 

Raphael helped her, even when he didn’t need to. She never owed him anything, he was just happy to help. Her thanks were always genuine, everything about her had seemed genuine at the time. Her smile was something that he saw when he closed his eyes after a particularly rough day. All of this made the truth hurt all the more. 

Yes, there was a chance she was just an innocent employee that had no clue what a monster her boss was. The more likely option was that she knew and that was what had her so skittish in the beginning. He just didn’t understand why she went to so much trouble to lure him in, especially since it had taken almost two years for her to get him to this spot. It just didn’t make any sense and he couldn’t remain silent any longer. 

“So, were ya ever gonna tell me? Or is this the part where I feel a prick in my neck and I wake up in yer lab?”

[migleefulmoments]

"That’s because she’s a toddler that stomps her foot and throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get what she wants or the attention she feels entitled to for doing absolutely nothing meaningful with her life." Hahahahahaha, Abby talking about herself again. This miserable woman has some serious psychological issues if she can't recognize that what she is describing is her own pathetic attitude and existence. It really is woeful behavior, Abby. For the love of god, stop and employ some introspection.

I’m always amazed at her complete lack of introspection and her inability to understand who is doing the feet stomping and attention-demanding but I’m more floored that the tinhat enablers can’t see it. The endless narcissism memes and quotes posted without an iota of irony by Leka, Cassie, and Flowers are frankly baffling. How can they not see it? 

I suppose Mia could be a stomping toddler princess-we would have no way of knowing because we hardly ever hear her speak and we certainly do not get to hear her thoughts and feelings about life. The only time we get any access to anything that might resemble a thought or feeling is when a friend reblogs s social media post from her private IG. It’s super rare and we have never seen anything resembling a “toddler princess”.  To get from a smiling photo of Darren and Mia on the red carpet to “she is stomping her feet and making demands” one must believe a long, fabricated backstory created purely to fulfill Abby’s fantasy-a fantasy that is rooted in deep-green jealousy rather than anything real.  

Mia is well-liked by her friends, her bar staff, and Darren’s friends, coworkers, and peers. We know this because they post it on social media. People write really nice -and often very specific-comments about what they like about Mia or what she brings to their lives. Abby, on the other hand, spends her days raging over Darren maybe might possibly could ogle men on the Hollywood set and that would be someone’s fault-ok it would be Ricky’s fault. She’s angry about Darren’s new home-shocker, she doesn’t like it. She’s pissed that D-Criss News reports Darren’s life like it happens aka she doesn’t scrub her blog of all mentions of Mia and/or Photoshop her out of pictures like DACN does. The only one demanding respect is Miss Abs who was quite angry after being called out and argued “I am the one who constantly tries to explain his actions and constantly tries to assert my opinion”

There is only one person stomping her feet and making demands and her name starts with “Abby”. 

“I was just saying to a good friend, with SK, my patience has expired. And that’s how I feel about everything involving d and this tragedy. At least if he was working there would be a distraction. It’s May. We’ve gotten one night about d. One. The rest have been overshadowed and that includes his 3 awards.

And if my patience has run out, imagine how d&c feel. I just wish I knew how we got here. It’s my worst nightmare times a thousand, maybe a million. And I’m disgusted with everyone surrounding him. And angry. Very very angry.

Please may he win. If he wins, this will just be a difficult bump on a long road to the finish line and victory. Please, please, please. This can’t be his life. Because he’s not living”.(X)

“...your one sentence resonates, “fans of d who want him straight see M as the only one who makes him straight…”. That’s not a me problem. That’s a them problem. That’s pathetic. Essentially, what you are saying, and truly what I believe so we agree, they support m because they realize without her d would be allowed to be his queer self in love with another man. And that truth petrifies them.

And this fandom, in which I am a loud voice, points out every damn flaw and they hate it because they know they can’t erase it. So they counter by praising that worthless, vile, malicious, greedy woman. And bullying us. And creating blogs to hate us.

And yes a side effect, m gets same increased praise because of it. And that’s a negative. But we also make her life hell but continuing to publish facts. And we scare the fuck out if her fans. And I have no intention of stopping. Because the truth always comes out in the end. M will lose. Maybe not today or even next year. But in time. And I will take pride in knowing I was a massive thorn in her side and played a part in her demise.

D is going to win. And I will see it happen.

Love this gem of demands 

You know what I miss?

D having projects that I was excited about and looking forward to.  The ONLY one he has upcoming that i am remotely happy about is M/idway, and that makes me sad in many ways as that is the direction his career should be going and instead it has stalled.

Instead, this entire year was things I do not care about and I am not interested in.  

SK? No thank you, not only do many (not all) use him mercilessly, but everything they touch, whether professional or personal, is the PBB show.  And while I appreciate his loyalty, i really do, and I understand he is an owner, he has grown so far beyond them, this should not have been a primary focus of the entire first half of the year.

R/oyalites?  That one is hard no for me. first we have the Jumping Jackass as executive producer. Need i say more?  Of course I will.  It is also in a format i found wholly uninteresting and is being written by 2 people that i don’t believe have grown beyond their college years.  In addition, i think it will be used as a vehicle to promote ass kissers, but that remains to be seen.

TB?  Nope, have not even watched it in its entirety more than once.  A commercial for a food chain i don’t like and that supports Donnie as the ONLY acting he has done until just recently seems like an utter joke.  I recognize it was well done, but not when it is the only thing. Commercials and ads should be supplementing his acting career, not be his entire career.

EF? I should be excited, i have a ticket. But to see who?  6 weeks from Saturday and not even D is confirmed as performing.  And even if it is an amazing line up, RR and PBB have their fingerprints all over it and pull focus. (future Abby LOVED Elsie this year) 

I WAS excited about CG music, but what happened there?  They started a fan club, promised an EP and nothing.  Instead C/huck has released his own album and included at least one song that was supposed to be on the CG EP.  

Fine, there is CIM, that was fun, but fleeting. So i guess I was happy about this.  Wonder what happened to the video?

I think this is the thing that makes me almost more angry than anything. Fine, they forced him to marry that woman, and that breaks my heart and is near impossible to watch. I hate every second of it.  But not only do I have to watch that shit show nearly everyday as their life may as well be a reality show, there isn’t even the work to use as a distraction.

I assume and hope there is a plan and this is temporary. I do.He deserves so much better than what has happened in 2019.

Sorry, in a glum mood and this is what happened.

[ducklooney]

Problems along the way

Here, I apologize for some of the delays around my fanfiction story because I had issues earlier, and I couldn't even write earlier, but here's to moving on. For those who don't know, this is my fanfiction story related to the Quack Pack and comics related to the world of Donald Duck, which will soon be one crossover that you will just find out if not now, definitely already next week (Unless something bad happens to me, God forbid!). Here are the previous two chapters I wrote for those who are interested (lest I repeat myself like a parrot): https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/188288119589/my-first-fanfiction-quack-pack-fanfiction

https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/188319084194/problems-at-work

And now the sequel to the story that begins with Donald and Daisy leaving Duckburg for an interesting journey:

Chapter Three

Soon, Donald and Daisy get out of the elevator and in a hurry, as they have to take the road, in quick steps, or running or rushing to their van, which they usually use for their travels around the world when they need someone or some people to interview or shoot animals or people around the world and their trends or customs and not to be listed. Yes, their van remained despite having belonged to Kent Powers earlier and Kent lost that van in one court case earlier, in which Donald took the win, that is, a lawsuit. And so in a hurry they go to the garage, where their van is, however before entering the garage, where there are usually lots of cars, buses, trucks and vans, by chance Donald and Daisy run into two people and they all crash on the floor. After a moment, all four of them stand up and apologize to each other and someone grunted at this: "Please, buddy, be careful where you go and always run into me," said cameraman Stefan Vladuck, who was also a partner in the Donald business, who understood Donald's situation quite well, and both of them did not endure Angus Fangus, with Stefan once on good terms with him. In addition, he is originally from Romania, from Southeast Europe, one can say from the Balkans. "Sorry Stefan, I didn't notice you. I'm in a hurry with Daisy on an important journey," Donald said, feeling he was wrong. "It's okay, buddy," Stefan said. "I understand that you are on the important path and that is why you are in a hurry, but don't worry, I wish you a happy journey, though maybe you shouldn't, given that men do not like when women get some happy greetings, probably because men are superstitious and they think it's an accident, "said Lyla Lay, a beautiful young lady and reporter, partly a TV presenter, who is actually an android from the future, or a robot programmed to be able to feel like any human or duck. Yes, she is also a partner to Donald and Daisy in various media matters. "Thanks Lyla, don't worry, your congratulations and your wishes have not wronged anyone and neither will us, so it's okay," Daisy said kindly. Daisy works a lot with Lyla and hangs out with her and they get along really well, except for some things, which is why Daisy is jealous of her, especially when Lyla is near Donald. "Thank you Daisy and thank you for your understanding," said Lyla, who said this shortly, turning to Donald, "Donald, your Hawaiian shirt looks great. It always looks good to you." "Thanks Lyla," Donald said shyly but with a smile on his face, "There are rarely people who praise what I wear. They always make me wear navy clothes, whether blue or black, with or without a bow." "I understand you. They probably make you because they know you so much about you, the different clothes you wear for them are very foreign and foreign to you. No matter what clothes you wear, it works great for you," Lyla said with a small smile on her face. "Thanks Lyla," Donald said. "Well, let me just say ..." "Donald, say it a second time. Sorry Lyla, we're in a hurry, we have to go. We'll talk a second time. Let's go Donald!", said Daisy seriously first, then a little annoyed at Donald, since she doesn't like when Donald starts talking to Lyla Lay. "Goodbye and I wish you a happy journey!" Lyla said and they moved on. Donald just remained silent as Daisy pushed him to the entrance to the underground garage. When they reached the entrance, they saw that it was full of vehicles there, and Daisy asked Donald: "Do you know where you left our van last time?" "Uh, uh ... I don't know, maybe here." said Donald, pointing his finger toward the end of the garage. "Donald, can you please remember some things when we agreed something and we agreed yesterday? Or if not, better write it down as a reminder. Is that right?" Daisy asked him gravely. "Ah, phooey! Reminders are for the weak, I can remember and show you," Donald said, leading Daisy to find their van together. Since Donald was once forgetful, they searched the van for 20 minutes and were able to find it, and the van was at the exit of the garage. "Uh, ... Donald," Daisy frowned, and Donald just smiled and said, "You know, well, we found her. Now we'll come in, just to find the keys," Donald said, looking for the key in his Hawaiian clothes. but fails to find it. "Where are your keys? They must be somewhere." "They're here with me," Daisy said, holding them in her right hand, "You gave me the keys last week because you thought I'd better keep those keys." "I almost forgot," Donald said, smiling again. "Sorry Daisy. And thank you. Let's get going." "No Donald. I'll do it better," Daisy said, unlocking one of those van keys. They get in the van together, fasten their seat belts, Donald sits behind the wheel, starts the engine and they start traveling together. However, as soon as Donald walks in and out of the garage (the van was at the exit of that garage), he accidentally breaks a ramp, exits the van outside the garage and the building, and before Donald turns into a car accidentally driven by a single crocodile (anthro-crocodile) and who said, "Watch where you're going, you idiot!" "Excuse me," Donald said shyly and took the manual to go back, but when he did, he ran into the car, luckily a little damaged by the other car in which a rhino (anthro-rhino) was riding and who just showed his teeth furiously while Donald watched him through the rearview mirror and Donald watched him totally frightened of sweating. He pushed the van forward slightly and waited for the crowd to pass. When there was room, Donald turned and went on his way. As Donald drove, Daisy sitting next to him said, "Sorry, Donald, for my misbehavior, but I had to, since previous trips, we always start bad because of your unwillingness." "My unwillingness. You mean my bad luck ?!" Donald said. "I don't think your bad luck is in that, because you have good luck, but when something has to be done, you start to make it difficult and do it the wrong way, or you just don't do it and don't listen." but in a quiet voice said Daisy who had taken a map of where she needed to see which way to go to St. Canard. But then, Daisy sighs and changes her feelings toward seriousness and worry, "Don't worry Donald, sorry again, I just want you to listen to her properly." Donald though a little angry, when he noticed Daisy looking at him with her blue eyes, Donald was a little sad and said, "Okay, Daisy, I'll listen to you in the future." "You say that every time. But no matter how much you don't listen to me, I certainly still love you. But to get back to the subject, I spoke to Mr. Ducklair yesterday, and also in the morning today about the road, and Mr. Ducklair said this was urgent task sorry if I had to hurry you up, "Daisy replies. "Daisy, you don't have to apologize to me. And this is how it works for me, away from my boring and hard-working bosses. Only Daisy, to go back to my house and talk to Dickie about babysitting my boys," Donald said, and continued his journey toward to your home. At that moment, Daisy suddenly yells, "Ahhhhhh! Wait, Donald, I remembered it yesterday. Mrs. Beakly called me yesterday to guard her granddaughter Webby in the coming days, since Mrs. Beakly would not be able to guard her because she was going with Scrooge to Scotland on an important journey, and Webby can't go with him, "Daisy said. "And then I should, I have to watch, right ?!" Donald got a little angry. "You don't have to, I'll guard her, and I don't have to. We can leave her with the boys. Besides, she's certainly a little older girl that she doesn't need a nanny, can we?" "No Daisy, it's not. I'm dealing with boys enough that I should now take care of Scrooge's adopted niece, whom Scrooge devotes more to her than to me and my boys. Tell me, should I care for your nieces too?" " "Not Donald. My girls are with my sister, so it's not necessary, and again I can't disappoint Mrs. Beakly and her granddaughter." "Good Daisy, but I don't want her to get in the way of me much. Okay?" "All right, Donny. I'll take care of her." "Just to stop by my house, here's a shortcut," Donald said, and went down a winding road that was quite trucky, and they were jumping in their seats nonstop because of that trucky road. But they managed to get off that truck road and came to a familiar street leading to his house. "Here we are. Daisy, please wait to make sure my boys are guarded and then back on track. OK?" "Okay, Donald," Daisy replies. Donald goes to his house, opens the door (the door was unlocked, since his nephews have his key to his house), enters the hall and calls the phone (he uses a cellphone, but not so successfully, often has trouble using new ones) mobile phone version) to get Dickie Duck, Goldie's granddaughter. Soon she answered him by phone: "Hi, Uncle Donald," Dickie laughed, "it's nice to hear you again. What's new with you?" "Nothing, except I'm on an important path now. Can you keep my boys safe these days since I'm away, please?" Donald asks Dickie with concern. "I'm very sorry, Uncle Donald," Dickie says sadly, otherwise Dickie calls Donald an uncle, even though she's not an uncle, but she loves to be beaten by that name and Dickie continues, "I'd love to, but I can't, I have a lot of work to do. and I need to finish my studies and my master's work soon. I know this time is not appropriate, but I have to finish this as soon as possible. Sorry, uncle Donald, but on the second occasion I'll make it up to you. Don't worry, I'm sure they can do it themselves to take care. Hello and hello to Huey, Dewey and Louie from me. " "I will, Dickie, and say hello to your grandmother for me. Goodbye and good luck with your graduation." "Thank you Uncle Donald, and I will. I convey my greetings to my grandmother. Goodbye and to you, and good luck," said Dickie, and when they finished talking, they both hung up. Donald, as soon as he finishes talking, yells, "Come on, boys. Let's go on a trip!" Donald had no choice, so he had to call them and take them on a trip. "Uncle Donald is calling us! Come on, let's go," Louie said, taking his comics behind. "Now we will too, just to finish the round in the game," replies Dewey, who plays with Huey via a playstation device (video game console) in some games where they both compete every day as to which one is better and in which game. Of course, sometimes Louie competes there, but sometimes he gets bored because he doesn't like to compete for the sake of who's better, and he doesn't like quarreling among his brothers. Louie came downstairs and said to her uncle, "My brothers are up there still competing." Donald understood this as Huey and Dewey wasn't about to go down and decided to go upstairs to pick up the two. He came to their room and watched them play, realized he had to pre-empt them, and sneaked behind them and walked past them, without Huey and Dewey noticing their uncle, Donald went to the socket and turned it off. Suddenly the screen image disappears. "Hey!  I just thought I would beat you to my brother in the car race," Huey said angrily. "You think I beat you," said Dewey. "No more car races on your console for today. Get in the van fast, I have no time for your quarrel!" Donald yells angrily and takes Huey and Dewey behind them, leading them to their van, where Daisy and Louie were already. He locked Donald's door, got into the van where everyone was, and continued on his way, picking up Webby along the way, and then on his winding paths, Donald reached the highway and turned to the direction he was heading toward St. Canard, where one famous hero stood out.

[nari-writes]

Donnie decides he's going to prove scientifically that his crushes are stupid so he codes the World's Best Dating Software, and it says Casey and April should date so he doesn't check his own name

“So, I ran the numbers-”

“How fast were they?”

Donnie glares at him, but April’s smothering laughter behind her hand so Casey counts that as a win. 

“I crunched the-”

“Did they taste good?”

“You should date,” Donnie blurts in an angry rush. Casey’s grin freezes, tight and uncertain. 

“What?” he says. 

“How do numbers-?” April mutters, then holds her hand up. “Date who? It’s not like saving the world gave us much time to meet new people.” She smiles at Donnie, teasing and light, but there’s an edge to her smile that Casey can only catch because of the time they’ve spent together. He looks to Donnie, watching as Donnie sinks a little, defensively, into his shell. 

“Not new people,” Donnie mumbles, and then he takes a deep breath and pulls himself out of his shell. Shoulders back, head high, the pose of a dutiful son trained into him, but he’s looking at the wall over their shoulders instead of at them and Casey feels a frown start to pull at his mouth. “You should date each other.” Donnie looks to Casey, a familiar, frustrated scowl on his face as he picks his next words carefully, “I made a program, for- to see if I- no. To see if you two would be- to prove that you’d be bad for each other. And it- proved I was- wrong.”

Casey turns the start of his frown into a teasing smile, trying to crush the uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. “Think that could’ve sounded anymore painful, D? And, hey, mind repeating it so I can get a recording?”

“Casey…” April says, in the soft tone that means he’s overstepped some boundary, and he knows it but he can’t- Donnie can’t be serious. 

“No way, Red. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. When does Donnie ever say he’s wrong?”

“Casey,” she says, and leans into his space to pinch the back of his hand. He grabs her wrist, pulling it behind her back, and she twists out and over the back of the couch and he lets her go- 

She covers his mouth, and he thinks about licking her palm, but decides to give her and her empathy powers the floor. For now, he thinks, frowning as Donnie shifts on his feet.  

“I made a program that analysed- the viability of relationships,” he says softly when April stays silent, looking at him. “It proved that you and Casey’s efficiency in battle would improve by approximately 20%, as would his grades and your general happiness, April. That’s- you two being happy is important.”

“So why do you look so unhappy right now, Don?” she asks, and takes her hands away from Casey’s mouth. Slowly, so he knows not to speak, but something about Donnie’s posture, the expression on his face, tells him it’s wiser to shut up. 

Donnie manages a smile for her, because he always will, but even Casey can tell something is off about it. To April’s powers it must look like a neon siren. “You heard Casey, April. This is pretty rare for me - I don’t like being proved wrong.”  

“What were you trying to prove right?” she asks, and Donnie stiffens. 

“April-” he says, and then, “don’t-” 

Donnie scrubs at his face roughly and just before he pulls his mask back down, Casey catches the dark bags under his eyes. This hadn’t been some idle project; he’d poured sleepless hours into it, and for what? To be told by a machine - Donnie’s religion, if ever he’d believe in a god - that April and Casey should date. Why had he even been doing that? 

“Donnie,” she says, in the tone she uses when she wants something, when she wants answers, and Donnie crosses his arms over his plastron. “Why were you making a program to prove Casey and I should-” she pauses, her voice dipping pained, and Casey tries to ignore the sting, “-date?”

“It was to prove you shouldn’t date,” Donnie mutters. “And it backfired.”

“Not an answer to ‘why’,” Casey says shortly, and Donnie glares at him. 

“So I used the program to help me analyse common romantic scenarios,” Donnie says, ignoring Casey entirely, and pulls a sheet of paper out of his belt, unfolding it in front of them. It’s colour-coded, because of course it is. “And I figured out the most efficient dating plan. Being in life-threatening danger together has actually helped the plan a lot; there’s a whole section here you can skip if you want to.”

“Donnie,” April says, and the second her hands are off Casey’s shoulders, he’s up and pulling the plan out of Donnie’s hands. Donnie makes a pained little noise as it flutters to the floor.  

“Look,” he says, poking Donnie in the chest hard enough that Donnie startles backward. “I know you’re still bad at people interacting and all that bs, but you don’t just do this stuff, D, got it? I’m not gonna date April just because some stupid program says I should, not when she’s been more than clear on not wanting a boyfriend right now, and I sure as hell ain’t doing it based on a chart. We’re not gonna date just because some stupid program says so.”

“It’s not stupid,” Donnie says, and he reaches for his chart but Casey shoves him again, ignoring April’s hey! in the background. 

“It is too. You’re stupid if you think some machine gets to tell me who to date and how to do it. It’s stupid.”

“It is not!” Donnie says, baring his teeth, and he finally looks normal. He’s finally snapping back like he should, all loose-limbed and slouched shoulders drawn tight in indignation. “I don’t make stupid things, it isn’t stupid, I spent hours on it! I programmed it with Professor Honeycut’s simulator tech, it can run thousands of scenarios and extrapolate the likelihood of common threads working in real life-”

“Stupid,” Casey says, and Donnie snarls. 

“You’re stupid!”

“I’m not the one who made a useless machine!”

“It is not!” Donnie says, and he shoves Casey, making Casey stumble back over his own feet before he lunges forwards and into Donnie’s space again.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s it do but tell you bull about me and April dating?”

“It proved my crush on you two is stupid!”

“Will you both stop it?” April yells, shoving both of them apart with her hands and her powers, and Casey’s too stunned to catch himself, falling back onto the couch. Donnie hits a beanbag and goes down too, his eyes wide. 

April, between them both, is panting hard as her arms drop to her sides. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and usually Casey would go to her side to keep her up while Donnie pressed his hand to her forehead, then to check her pulse, but right now Donnie looks like he’s about to bolt and Casey’s still reeling. 

Silence reigns in the lair, some water drip echo the only distant noise, and then Donnie says, “I didn’t mean that.”

His voice is too soft, too scared, to be anything but a lie. 

Casey doesn’t know if they’re supposed to let Donnie get away with it.