#donnie centric fic

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

oh my lord you have to read this im begging

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59285701/chapters/151197190#workskin

THIS FUCKING FIC LEFT ME IN TEARS

IT TORE MY HEART OUT AND EXPLOTED IT JUST TO STITCH IT BACK TOGETHER AND CHOP IT UP AND GIVE IT TO ME IN A SILVER PLATTER PLEASE IM BREGGRING

I dont wanna spoil much but MAN this was something

You have to read this soul shattering Donnie whump you HAVE TO

The author's tumblr is @qoldenskies btw

runs away crying and sobbing and so so emotional andAgshvd

I will admit, I cried quite a few times while reading this fic because it was so upsetting and very very angsty!! 100% something to read if you love Donnie angst!!

the canary continuity by @qoldenskies has been added to the fanfic list masterpost!!

Thank you very much for sending in this gem!! What a good read!!

[sylphee]

Here’s the art I made for Boys Will Be Bugs, Right? by the super cool @glowbug252, which features Raph facing a really big ant and his inner demons. Please give it a read!! :D

(Part of Grab a Slice: A TMNT Bang!)

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

me? starting a multichap rottmnt fic? it’s more likely than you think. and the first 2 chapters are already up! 

[whattraintracks]

22. Puzzling - TMNT 2012

Don't worry, guys, that wasn't supposed to happen.

When the bit of Kraang tech he's examining (read: poking randomly in the hopes that something will happen) explodes, Donatello's not sure if he or Raphael shrieks louder. He thinks it's Raph. Which would be way funnier under different circumstances.

He blinks against sooty particulates. "Huh, well, that wasn't supposed to happen."

He's amid a cloud of unexpectedly thick, slightly pink smoke. Which is on-brand but frankly annoying. He waves at the air in a vain attempt to disperse it. Maybe he can move this operation to the kitchen, work under the exhaust hood. He should probably install one in here. He gives up flailing his arms, and backs away from the desk. Step one to solving any problem is getting some distance. Step two is—oh, that's weird. The cloud doesn't seem to have moved since the initial explosion. What kind of particles are these? He hasn't seen Kraang tech do this before.

The moment he remembers Raph is also the moment he trips over him. With a yelp, he hits the ground. Hard. Raph giggles. Rude. He's going to have at least two bruises tomorrow. And his scream was definitely louder than Raph's, so he's lost any right to make fun.

"Dude," Donnie groans, pushing to his feet. At least he's away from the Kraang smoke, "Why'd you trip me?"

"I don't know," comes the high-pitched reply, "Why're you so big?"

By the time his eyes clear, he's pretty sure it's a genuine question, not an insult about his height. It makes more sense once he looks down, down, down to find Raph miniaturised.

Donnie throws his hands to his head. "That wasn't supposed to happen, either!" Raph just giggles again.

"Leo!"

As far as they can tell, based on Raph's appearance and memories, he's about five. Donnie can't even remember being that young. Which he counts as a good thing because kids are weird. Or maybe that's just mutant turtle kids. He doesn't have experience with normal children to establish a baseline. Leo and Sensei do, though, and they seem unperturbed by Raph's behavior. Even Mikey takes the whole thing in stride. He is, in fact, absolutely thrilled and oscillates between gathering blackmail material and doing whatever Raph asks.

Donnie will admit he's having trouble making sense of it all. First, and he thinks he’s mentioned this, that was not supposed to happen. He can't figure out how a broken Kraang tech part without any detectable energy source could have caused something like this. Which naturally leads to the question of how he's meant to fix it. Raph has no idea what happened, either, so he's no help. Worse, he just might be the most confusing being Donnie has ever met. Take yesterday, for example.

He's not sure what time it is when he stumbles out of the lab for breakfast, so it might not technically be in the range of the day at which it is appropriate to call a meal breakfast. His brain is too full of viscous pink Kraang smoke to care. It must be some mealtime because everyone but Master Splinter is in the kitchen when he arrives. Leo is at the island supervising Raph and Mikey's mess-making by the stove.

Raph perks up, "Hey Donnie! I wanna tell you a question."

"Ask nicely, Raph," Leo reminds, hiding a smile behind the rim of his tea cup.

"Please, I wanna tell you a question." He barrels on, "How do you open your labrador?”

Open his what? Donnie stares at the space above Raph's head, trying to parse the question until a nudge from Leo resets his brain. "Say what?"

"Your labrador!" He flings his arms out, nearly knocking himself to the floor. Mikey catches the lip of his shell just in time.

“What Labrador? Raph, I don't have a—”

“Yeah, you do!” He's angry of a sudden. Of course, he is. But it's weird. It's not the first time Donnie's made him mad since the incident, but he's never gotten in anyone's face or stormed off with a huff. He just screeches until he gets whatever it is that he wants. It's Raph's anger, but it's not. “It’s how you get to the place you do all your smart stuff!"

Mikey swoops in, crouching to squeeze Raph gently, then translates, “He means the door to your lab, bro.”

“The door? Oh. Why would—?" Donnie sighs heavily, sinking into the stool next to Leo. “Raph, that’s the lab door,” he enunciates, “Not a Labrador. A Labrador is a dog breed."

Just like that, Raph's face unscrunches into something thoughtful. “So it’s not a labrador?”

Well, at least the exasperation is familiar. "I literally just said that. It’s a normal door.” Leo clicks at him warningly. Come on, what is he supposed to do here? Seriously, this feels surreal. Maybe this whole dialogue is a dream, and he's hunched over his desk right now. He straightens his shell to test for any worse-than-usual aching.

“Okay," Raph says. Then he turns around. Just like that. As if the entire conversation never happened. Never mind his original question or whatever he was trying to ask. He makes no sense, literally none at all.

But, you know what, fine. Donnie has to eat anyway so he can go back to the "place where he does all his smart stuff" or whatever. So he can figure out how to get his actual brother back, who at least makes sense most of the time.

Leo finishes his tea, returning Raph's enthusiastic wave goodbye, and then there are three. Mikey and Raph finally settle down to eat whatever noxious concoction they've whipped up as Donnie cleans his dishes. Freshly fed, his brain refills with extradimensional smoke and engineering.

"Well, that's boring!"

He fumbles with his mug at the sudden shout. A glance over his shoulder finds Raph, who had been eating quietly, now glaring at him.

“You should name that boring normal door Labrador so we can just call it that anyway," he says firmly.

He's not sure why he tries to ask, “Why would I—”

“Or or!" And it's like a switch again, anger suddenly dissipating. "We could name it something cooler! Like Thundoor from Crognard!”

“Thundarr,” He corrects. It's too late, Mikey's joins in.

“That’s awesome, little dude!" Mikey laughs buoyantly. "We should name all the furniture!”

“Yeah!”

And Donnie is so tired and so lost, and Raph is too much and too little of his brother at the same time it’s not even funny anymore. He doesn't think it ever was.

“Come one, Dee!" Mikey hoists Raph onto his shoulders, naturally content to ignore the messy kitchen. "Help Raphie and I name everything in the lair!”

Donnie tries to shake his head as Raph reaches for him. “Can you! Can you, please? Just for a little bit, please, Donnie, please?” Oh, now he recalls his manners.

"No, Raph." He bangs his mug onto the drying rack, ignoring Mikey's frown. "I don't have time for your nonsense questions and weird games. I'm trying to fix you."

It's not until he slams closed the lab door that the words trailing after his dramatic exit finally click. A puzzled sort of muttering from Raph: "Fix me? But I’m not broken."

So maybe he got a little too worked up, as tired as he was. But he's better now! He's eaten. He's slept five hours. He's determined to sit here until he cracks this thing.

And then someone bangs on the door.

He drops his head with a groan. How is he supposed to heroically solve all of their problems in these conditions? “Who is it, and what do you want," he shouts into the pages of his notebook.

"Once a second!"

One second, he mouths to himself. He listens to Raph struggle with the door for a lot of seconds and hopes he'll give up. He probably won't. Donnie better unlock it before he hurts himself. Or worse, starts screaming. Only because Leo would find some way to blame Donnie for it.

He shoves the door open, not at all irritated. Or vindicated either, when Raph falls on his shell and his sai skitter across the floor. Wait. “I thought Sensei took those out of your—Hey!”

Five-year-old Raph may not be much of a ninja but he is pretty slippery. He scrambles under Donnie's arm and launches into the rolling desk chair.

“Raphael." He glowers, summoning his inner Leo, "You are not allowed in the lab—”

“Without you,” he recites, spinning the chair so Donnie only catches glimpses of his cheeky smile. “But you’re here too! So it’s okay.”

It most definitely is not. Raph has no understanding of lab safety right now, so if Raph stays in here, then Donnie will have to keep an eye on him, and if Donnie has to watch Raph, then he can't focus on his work. He does not want Raph in here, and he says so.

“Donnie, I'll be so so so good. Please!” Oh, Mikey absolutely taught him how to do that with his eyes. Not cool, Mike.

“Raph," Donnie faux whines back. "I need to work. Go play with Leo or Mikey."

"Ugh," Raph flops onto his shell, letting his head and limbs hang. “But Sensei and Leo are medating, and Mikey’s with Red."

“Meditating," he corrects, "And I know you know her name is April.”

“Casey calls her Red.”

“Yeah, well, Casey’s a—” Raph looks at him with wide, innocent eyes. A promise on his face that anything Donnie says will be repeated. "It’s polite to call people by their name."

Raph hums, continuing to spin idly, “But I don't call you Donatello, I call you Donnie. And you call me Raph or sometimes Fai.”

Not a bad point. But what was that second thing? Fai? Oh. His brain retrieves fuzzy, forgotten memories. That's right. When they were both little, that had been his nickname for Raph. Just between the two of them. He can't remember when he stopped using it.

“Right," he says slowly. "But those are nicknames. They're a shorter version of your name.”

“Oh, okay.” Then Raph rolls out of the chair, clunking to the ground shell first, and wanders away to explore the lab.

Donnie retakes the seat, resigning himself to further interruptions. Part of his brain is devoted to thinking up better excuses in case this is one of those conversations Raph returns to without warning. The rest of his awareness is on Raph as he pokes and prods at books and equipment and even poor Timothy. It takes the better part of a half hour for him to realise he's still sitting at his desk not moving a muscle.

He growls, gripping his head. Raph is on him in an instant. "What's wrong? Can I help? Do you need a book? Do you want one of mine? I can get Leo! Or Sensei, or—"

"No," Donnie snaps.

He gapes as Raph's beak trembles and his eyes fill with tears. "You're crying. Why are you crying? Please stop crying." He slides to the floor next to Raph, "I'm sorry? It's just. I'm trying to focus! I need to fix you, but I don't—"

“I don’t want you to fix me!” He shouts, scrubbing his face and hiccupping. “I just want to play! Why won’t you play with me anymore?"

“Raph, I," Donnie looks down at his hands, "I don’t have time,” he finishes lamely.

“Yes, you do! You’re just being mean!” He runs out of the lab. Probably to someone who actually understands him. Someone who tries. Donnie wonders if he’ll ever stop messing things up for Raph.

Because as far as they can tell, this version of Raph went to bed one day, and the family he found upon waking was suddenly different. Of course, Raph is frustrated and confused and probably a little scared. He's not just normal Raph in a smaller body. Donnie might've realised that sooner if he'd spent more time with him instead of causing one mess after the other and then hiding from it all in his lab.

Donnie doesn't remember when he was five, but he's heard Sensei's stories about their childhood. The ones about his younger self hanging on Raph's every word. That one embarrassing retelling of the biggest fight Donnie ever caused by announcing Raph was his favorite brother. His father's memories of them doing everything together, at least until Donnie really got into science. So he steps out of the lab and locks it behind him. His brother, this brother, needs to come first.

He must look contrite enough that Leo only grills him a little before he points to Raph's room. After a single breath of indecision, he sits, shell against the door.

“Hey, Fai?” he starts, tugging at his fingers, “I’m really sorry. I have been pretty mean lately, haven’t I?” It takes a few moments, but a little thud echoes on the other side of the door.

Relieved, he continues, “I’m not as good at this as I used to be. I might need your help. But I’m out of my lab right now, and we can play whatever you want.”

Donnie hits the floor before he realises the door has swung open. Little Raph is looking down at him, eyes still watery but excited. "Really? Anything? Even Space Heroes!"

And Donnie almost can't believe it's that easy. He smiles with Raph's infectious joy. “Space Heroes? Who are you, Leo?”

Raph collapses into him with a laugh that banishes the rest of his tears as Donnie reaches out, tickling him just like he's seen their big brother do. He's still giggling when Donnie staggers to his feet. “Think I could use some bedding to build us the Dauntless?”

Raph cheers. Launching into an explanation of his favorite episodes and characters as he directs them around the lair to collect supplies. If this isn't blackmail material, Donnie doesn't know what is. Raph will never be able to deny that he likes Space Heroes ever again. Once Donnie figures out how to reverse this Kraang-smoke-induced de-aging that is.

He does still have to. They need Raph as he should be: their teammate, their protector, their equal. But if he were here in those roles right now, Donnie knows he would have heard a thousand times over that he needs to sleep, to eat, to take a break for at least five minutes, Don, come on.

So he'll try. He'll take breaks to hang out with his favorite brother. He'll get a lot of experience building sheet spaceships and pillow forts. And by the end of it all, Donnie will realise his little brother really does just want to play and ask silly questions that probably don’t seem so silly to him. He'll decide this little version of Raph isn't a puzzle of confusing emotions. He's the same pieces he's always been, unfiltered and untethered from all the pain and fear of their older selves.

And so, even after Raph returns to 16, whenever the thought creeps up on Donnie that he's not doing enough, that he needs to fix it. He'll lock his lab behind him and say, "Hey, Fai! Wanna play something?"

[tending-the-hearth]

turtle angst au headcanon time: bayverse donnie and rottmnt mikey are the family therapists

bayverse donnie has gotten bored multiple times hiding out in the lair and has no less than two degrees from online universities, one of them being in psychology, and he's become one of the main confidants of the 2012 boys, purely because he's able to talk them through things

same with rottmnt mikey, because he's just able to give them the tough love they sometimes need so that their thought process doesn't get overly self-destructive

[jinxy-minxy]

Leonardo has always tried to be the perfect omega, but his life takes a turn for the worse when his father arranges a marriage between him and the alpha leader of the foot clan, Oroku Saiki. He must choose between following his father's orders or following his heart. All while trying to mend the estranged relationship between him and his brothers.

Words: 8,496

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New fic!! If you love Leonardo-centric omega-verse angst you’ll love this one!

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Snippet from my new fic, Hunted. I swear it was supposed to be angsty but instead I wrote almost two pages of Michelangelo earning the title of “annoying youngest brother” somehow.

The fic is actually about Mikey being the victim of a hunt, as the title suggests. Check it out if you want, or not.

[nights-flying-fox]

Deep (Purple) Thoughts (and Realizations)

Chapter 3: Truth and Facts

◇ Click here to read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 ◇

Donnie follows his suspicions, this time he asks some questions and gets some answers.

TW: Mentions of character death. Some self loathing, but not too deep (ha, unintentional pun).

Donnie got up from his chair suddenly, face not revealing any emotions. He turned around and headed to one of the three rooms connected to his lab. While his brothers were talking loudly, Leo and Mikey trying to explain what was going on to Raph, April followed Donnie.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“The files are removed.” He answered without looking, his eyes were focused on the doors.

“What?” She exclaimed.

“I have an idea who has them, though.” Donnie explained.

April looked towards the doors. Realization flashed on her face as she understood.

Before she said anything, Donnie turned to look at her. “It would be better if you stayed here. I want to have a private talk with him.”

“Okay, but if I hear shouting I am getting in.” She stated, stopping in her tracks.

He nodded as he continued walking. Then he opened the doors, entered the room, and closed them.

The room was small, lit with a dim light. It was painted purple, and inside it were many small gadgets mostly suitable for small robots and drones. There were small neon details too. Similar to his lab, except it was completed unlike it. A perfect room for Shelldon.

Shelldon, who had taken the files.

How could Donnie not guess this? Of course, Shelldon would find a way to get through his security system and reach the files! He knew that Shelldon wouldn’t listen to him, he should’ve been more careful!

He saw the ‘bed’ that Shelldon was lying on. “Shelldon, I know you are awake.”

There was no reply.

“Shelldon,” Donnie repeated. “We have to talk.”

Shelldon slowly turned his head towards Donnie, “Oh, uh, hey dude.”

“Did you take the recording files?” He needed this sorted out as soon as possible. “Because it is past midnight and there is no one else that is capable of doing that.”

He didn’t answer at first. Then, “Leo would’ve taken them if I didn’t.”

Donnie raised a brow, “What?”

“I watched the security cameras, he came to the lab yesterday too.” He explained.

Donnie wasn’t expecting that. What was Leo doing in his lab? Was that why he was in his lab tonight, waiting for them? This meant more questions than answers, and Donnie didn’t like this at all. He had to think about that later though, “But you didn’t take them because of him, right?”

He almost missed the nod Shelldon gave. New question: Why was Shelldon so quiet?

He knew the answer but didn’t want it to be true. The simple idea of Shelldon changing as well scared Donnie. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want Shelldon to know everything, for him to have the emotional scars from them just like the rest of his family.

Unlike tech, he couldn’t heal scars caused by bad memories.

Yet, he asked the question:

“Did you watch them?”

Another quiet nod. Donnie felt like he was going to throw up again.

“I told you that you couldn’t watch them.” Donnie glared. He didn’t mean to sound harsh, but he wasn’t feeling good about this.

“I know.”

“Then why did you watch them?” This didn’t make any sense. (Except it did, because logic explained it all, but Donnie ignored it, just for this once.)

“I was curious.” Shelldon replied.

“I thought you knew that you should listen to me no matter what.” Donnie said.

“I am sorry.” His voice cracked.

Donnie only once had heard his voice crack.

He suddenly stopped talking and looked at Shelldon carefully. Examining the drone, he noticed how he had curled up as if trying to hug and comfort himself. How hurt he looked. Scared. Just like that time a long while ago, when he lost him for the first time against the feral Shredder they fought.

Shelldon looked like a little vulnerable kid.

Oh.

“How… how much of it did you watch?” Donnie asked, now slower.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” Shelldon asked back, confirming Donnie’s fears. He knew about the truth of what happened to him, and what Shredder did to him.

“I didn’t think you needed to know about it.” He explained. “It was bad enough the first time. You didn’t need to relive it again.”

“This doesn’t make it better.” Shelldon said, obviously trying to hide his hurt.

“Yes, it doesn’t.” Donnie admitted. Then he sat next to him. “...I am sorry.” Shelldon shifted to see him better, surprised to hear him apologize. Donnie continued, “I didn’t want you to know any of this. It was bad. Really bad, and this doesn’t make it any better either.” He sighed. He felt like he was rambling, but he was trying his best. Maybe he was doing a bit better than before thanks to Doctor Feelings though. “But I just didn’t want you to get hurt too.”

Now fully turned towards him, Shelldon looked ashamedly to the ground. “I am sorry too. For taking the files… and watching them.” He apologized. “You are right. They are bad.”

Donnie smiled, opening his arms. Shelldon accepted the comfort immediately, hugging him.

After a while, he whispered. “Thanks for kicking Shredder’s butt.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“...I’m sorry for Gram-Gram. I wish I could’ve helped.”

“You did amazing there, Shelldon. She would be proud of you, just like I am.” Donnie said, repeating the words his father had said months ago. He ignored the bittersweet sadness he felt. He wished that they could’ve saved Gram-Gram, but at least she was happy and reunited with her father now. Thanks to Ninpo, they knew this.

“And maybe you are right about the end of the world being not cool too.” Shelldon added.

“Glad we agree.”

“These gumheads were too disgusting.” He said.

“Definitely.”

Another silent moment. Shelldon was quick to fill it though, “Hey Donnie,”

“Yes?” Donnie replied.

“Thank you.”

Donnie leaned back to look at him, confused. “Why?”

“I... uh... for keeping me around.” Shelldon avoided looking at Donnie again.

“What?” Donnie couldn’t understand what Shelldon could mean by these words.

“You could’ve built something better than me. Something stronger and better at protecting, I bet you got awesome ideas after seeing Casey Jr.’s tech too---”

“Wait. What are you talking about?” He held Shelldon so that the drone could see at him.

Shelldon answered with a quiet voice, “I have failed you twice now.”

Donnie’s eyes widened as he understood what was going on. “Shelldon, you did not fail.”

“I did. It is facts, the evidence is in the footages.”

“You know that is not true, right?” Donnie retorted. “Shelldon, you did what you could, and you are still growing, learning, and improving. You don’t need to be replaced. You are my boy, and you did incredible things. I would never ever replace you.” He said every word with determination, genuinely believing everything he told, and hoping Shelldon understood that.

Shelldon looked at him with big eyes, “Do you really mean all of that?”

“I really really mean every word I said.” He confirmed. “Two ‘really’.”

Shelldon seemed to beam at that, hugging Donnie again. He gladly returned the hug.

It could’ve been another comforting silence moment, but the shutting from the lab interrupted all of it. “Not even a half hour and they’re acting like animals. Incredible, yet not surprising.” Donnie huffed as he and Shelldon broke the hug.

Donnie headed to the door, with Shelldon following him. Since he and Shelldon had talked it out, now he had something else to focus on and solve. Why did Leo want the recordings?

[shittygaypornmagazine]

if i had a nickel for every time I found out that a fellow peepaw multiverse fic writer also has purple hair, i'd have like four nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened four times.

[cray-cray-anime]

Fr why so hard to find specifically adhd mikey fics

Not he has adhd and its there

But full on adhd problems and comfort (like i think I only found 1 fic)

[victoryshowers]

i want to write a torchwood fic soooo bad but i’m so scared bc i don’t think i cld write any of the characters correctly and the last thing i want is to be ooc. it’s a horrifying thought! plus i have no ideas PLUS i never ever end up finishing the fics i write but i want to sooo bad 😭😭 uuugh

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Youve mentioned you like psychological horror, so have you tried the Canary Continuity series by Qolden? 💜💜💜💜💜

I have now!! Such a wonderful, and extremely angsty story!! Goodness!!

the canary continuity by @qoldenskies has been added to the fanfic list masterpost!! Thank you for sending this one in!!

[theeviltriplet-fromao3]

Decided to post a bonus chapter since I’m falling a bit behind in writing the next chapter of Ace of Hearts

So here’s the first draft of the end scene of last chapter if you want to check it out :)

[gr33napple]

Broken Visions

Sooooooooo I made a Donnie angst thing because rando motivation. I have some good ideas for this, so stick around if you're interested!

☆☆☆

Chapter 1: Krang

The tendrils swallowed him, pulling him under the writhing mass of krang flesh. The feeling in his limbs faded, his mind fuzzy. What happened in seconds felt like hours, the connection of the ship to his mind. He wasn't just linking to it, he was the ship.

He could hear Mikey call his name, though he hadn't fully connected. Still, he could see his brother, could move the ship, could feel the energy of the enormous vessel.

"I am a spaceship!"

He began inacting the plan, manipulating the ship. The technodrome started through the portal. Then, a huge yellow eye glared at him, radiating disgust. Before Donnie could think, Krang Prime snatched him from his control, launching him from the panel.

Right before he was ejected, visions assaulted his senses. He could see millions of worlds destroyed, blood and carnage as far as the eye could see. He could hear the screams, the terrified panic of the inhabitants. He could smell the ash, the fear, the blood.

Most of all, he could feel the hatred. The overwhelming sense that he was inferior; that his family, his world, his existence, was disgusting, and that it deserved to burn.

When he was tangled in the vines, everything was going wrong. He could see his brothers, Leo fighting Raph, Mikey caught like him, Raph's slimy pink additions. His twin was losing, every swipe one inch closer to home. Leo's words weren't reaching their big brother. Finally, Raph's tentacle wrapped around Leo's neck. Still, he kept talking, kept trying get Raph back.

When he snapped out of it, a red burst of energy flowed into the room, the power startling them all. For a second, things were looking up. Then Leo was snatched, caught up in the same trap they were.

The rough, black tendrils pressed into his shell and skin, threatening to take over. He was starting to drown.

The only thing that kept him afloat was his brothers. He felt Raph's ninpo, tugging him back to the surface. Leo followed, their power surging through him. He and Mikey joined, breaking out of their spiney prisons.

It was payback time.

....

Back at the lair, everyone needed medical attention. Raph's eye was jacked, Leo was a walking bruise, Mikey's hands were cracked and burned, and Donnie's shell was a mess. Splinter tried his best to treat thier wounds, but Leo was the closest thing to a medical expert they had.

Leo had tried helping, but Splints shoved him back onto a recovery bed. He had a cracked shell, bruised ribs, multiple broken arm bones, and many cuts and bruises. The old man followed medical books' instructions for casts and stitching, patching up his Baby Blue as well as he could.

Mikey had burn salve and bandages all along his arms. Raph had an eyepatch and some bandages on his shoulder. Raph took care of their wounds, trying to keep his dad's focus on Leo. Casey was going around the room, taking turns helping each brother.

Donnie was a different story. He wouldn't, couldn't talk. He signed what he needed to. He had cuts in intricate patterns all along his soft shell, ranging from super shallow to over an inch deep. April was in charge of cleaning his shell, with some knowledge from her quarter-long medical class. It burned, and they had to take breaks between each section. Finally, it was time for staples.

Casey had the most knowledge of the process, having used a medical stapler quite a few times on his turtles. He had to be sedated, the small needle piercing his skin with a pinch. The cool liquid did its job, and he felt himself slipping. It was a familiar feeling, his limbs slowly fading from his control, his mind getting foggy. Before he could panic, he was unconscious.

[angelmichelangelo]

the rottmnt fic is up! enjoy! :)

[arriathedragon]

Aight I'm desperate- Anyone got any good Donatello-centric Government Experimention or "oh no the EPF know we exist and now Donnie's missing" fics or anything close to that? I don't care about the tags tbh the darker the better~

Prefer Rise but don't mind 2012, I haven't gotten to the others yet :(

I think u might have read them all but ik hoping not. Halp!!