#donnie hamato agere

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Could you please do a regressor Donnie, cg Leon fic?

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Of course I can friend!! Thank you for the request 🦭 anon!!

Pillow Fort

“You’ve been working for an awfully long time Don, don’t you want to take a break?” Leo asked as he rolled about his brothers lab on his chair, “I mean, I don’t think I’ve seen you leave this lab in days! You need to breath, get some fresh air!” His voice was simply causing Donnie to stir more, groaning softly as he leaned in closer to the drone he was tinkering with, he’d always use the same excuse, ‘I’m nearly done’ ‘I’ll be out in an hour’ ‘See you at dinner’ and yet hr wasn’t nearly done, he wouldn’t be out in an hour and he wouldn’t see him at dinner.

“Yeah yeah I know, I know” signed Leonardo, he lifted from his chair and existed his brothers lab. As he left the roof his eyes were drew to a small plastic item on one of the shelves. He stopped in his track and stared at it, his head turning to the side slightly. It was a lilac pacifier, god Leo hadn’t seen this thing in ages. His eyes wandered between his twin and the soother, Donnie wasn’t looking so surely he wouldn’t notice if Leo just so happened to slip the pacifier off the shelf. In one swift movement Leo grabbed the paci and left the room without another word.

His heart was pounding, God if Donnie had caught him that would’ve been embarrassing. He was only trying to help his brother, he just wanted him to be relaxed. Donnie hasn’t been this tense in a long while, every word you spoke to him was leaving you at risk of being yelled at. “What’s that?” The voice Broke Leo from his trance, looking up from the plastic in his hands his eyes were met with his red masked brother, “Donnie’s Pacifier” he mumble, fiddling with it. “Should probably clean it, it’s all dusty from sitting on his shelf” Leo spoke, he wandered over to the tap and turned on the hot water. Waiting for the water to heat up Leo turned to Raph, “when was the last time Dee was…y’know, like, small?” He asked before wincing and pulling his hand away from the water.

“Hot” he mumbled to himself before putting the hot water in a cup and dunking the plastic in it before turning off the tap. “The last time…was when…we um- no, no that wasn’t it. You know I actually can’t remember” Raphael stumbled through his words as he stared at his brother, he watched Leo wipe down the rubber with a cloth and placed it on the counter. “I’m gonna fix that”

And fix it Leo did, after a few hours and a lot of upper body strength a large Pillow fort was built in the middle of the floor. It was made with blankets that Leo had seen Donnie using, he was careful not to use any his brother wasn’t familiar with in fear of setting off his twin’s sensory issues, the lighting was dim and the opening facing the large projector screens. Inside the fort was piles of pillows and blankets and stuffies, sat in the middle of it was Donnie’s paci and a rather curious but comfortable looking Shelldon.

It didn’t take long for Donatello to make his daily walk to the kitchen to grab another coffee but he stopped dead in his tracks, “Nardo…what’s with the um, Pillow Fort?” Asked the purple clad turtle as he stared at his brother who was digging through a collection of tapes. “You wanna watch back to the future?” He asked his brother. Donnie opened his mouth to speak but stayed quiet, he moved his head to face behind him but eventually gave in. In complete silence he took a seat in the fort, snuggling into a pile of pillows and wrapping a blanket around himself.

Leo watched his brothers silent movements with a satisfied smile, the tape began to play as Leo took a seat in the fort next to his brother. After a few moments he looked over at Donnie, he looked so at peace. The purple plastic in his mouth as he snuggled up with a stuffed owl toy, eyes glued to the screen as the movie he’d seen a thousand times before played in front of him.

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I found this in my drafts this morning so here you go, let me know if you want me to finish it!

Softness in the Strangest of Places

Mikey woke up feeling small, really small. So small he didn’t think he could make it off the bed if he tried to stand up. So, he stayed in bed for a while, attempting to will himself big enough to at least brush his teeth. To his credit, he managed to make it to the bathroom, brush his teeth, and make it all the way back to his room before he collapsed back on his bed.

Last night was… rough to say the least. 

He’d been reckless, he knew he had been, but it was a spur of the moment type of thing. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, worst case scenario he’d end up with a couple extra scrapes or scratches. 

Except that in jumping headfirst into a fight he’d unintentionally dragged his brothers into danger too. It was never his intention, he swears. He’d rather deal with a thousand punches than see any of them receive a single one. But intentions aside, he endangered them, if it wasn’t for Raph, Donnie would’ve ended up with a concussion from falling off a roof, and Leo narrowly avoided fracturing his wrist from all of the impact it received from fist fighting. He wasn’t trained for long bouts of it, having to rely on his foundational training from childhood since he now trains consistently with his swords.

None of them were prepared for a fight, weapons abandoned at home in favor of a casual visit to topside. Mikey knew that, and he’d still started a fight. 

He walked home head hung in shame, taking deep heavy breaths as guilt and remorse clawed at his chest from the inside out, caged only by his ribs and fear of breaking down in front of his brothers.

Things got worse when they got home. He had to work so hard to keep up a good poker face while being lectured by Splinter, painfully aware that he’d just get in more trouble for crying. 

His dad’s words clung to his brain, branching out into harsher remarks. “You were irresponsible and childish. This behavior will not be tolerated anymore Michelangelo. ” slowly morphed into, “You are useless and pathetic. This was your last chance and you still managed to slip up.” Distress, fear, and sadness clouding his better judgment.

By the time that it was over, he’d lost track of anything other than his own misery and the burning sting of his father’s words. He walked shakily out of the living room, fighting every urge in his body to sprint to the safety of his bedroom.

The second the door shut and he was safe in his room, he fell into littlespace, hard. He was still a bit big, somewhere between 3 and 5, but lines get blurry when you’re on the verge of tears. Luckily he was still big enough that he had the sense to secure his room. He shuffled to the door, locking it, and pretending that the lock would magically make his room soundproof. 

He sprinted back to the softness of his blankets, jumping onto his bed, but the minute his body touched the mattress, the tears that had been pooling since he walked in, finally began to fall. He sobbed into his pillow, clutching his stuffed bunny close and letting it all out. 

His mind continued to swirl with thoughts, the words from earlier still fresh and metaphorical wounds they caused still aching.

How could he be so terrible? They probably never wanted to see him again. His brothers probably hated him, the only reason Splinter hasn’t gotten rid of him is because he’s spent 13 years training Mikey and it would be a waste. That was it. Mhm, Splinter didn’t love him at all actually. No one did. All he ever does is mess things up and cause accidents and be unhelpful. Mhm. Yeah. 

The poor turtle was so caught up in his feelings, and headspace, that all logic had gone out the window and he fully believed that his family no longer loved him because he’d made a mistake and gotten a lecture from his dad along with some glares from his brothers.

Mikey cried and cried until he couldn’t cry anymore, and not even ten minutes later, he was asleep. Entirely exhausted from the emotional and physical stress he’d just gone through.

And now he’d woken up cemented even deeper in littlespace, and he had no idea what to do. A part of him still believes that everyone is mad at him, that they don’t want to see him more than they have to, so he stays put. Deciding that it’s not worth the energy. He lays back down, snuggling his bunny and hoping that he could spend the day in his safe space, unbothered and a little bit sad.

Tragically, he has no such luck and less than thirty minutes later, Donnie comes looking for him. “Mikey?” he calls, his voice a bit sing-songy as he tries the door, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Mikey knew he had forgotten something when he crawled back to bed after brushing his teeth.

Mikey can only look upwards and stare wide eyed at his older brother. Tears already beginning to form as he remembers everything that’s happened and emotions start creeping their way back. 

“Angelo?” Donnie asks, concern lacing his voice when his brother makes no move to greet him

Gentle distress floods his veins as Mikey makes an attempt to break his accidental vow of silence but finds the words stuck in his throat, leaving him sitting on his bed with his mouth hanging open as he tries a second, then third, time to speak. 

Through his mild panic the box turtle vaguely registers Donnie asking him what’s wrong and is suddenly struck with a genius idea. 

He sits upright, making sure he’s facing his brother and has his full attention, as he begins carefully lifting up his arms. He holds them in the air at chest level for a second before bringing his two palms closer together and hunching himself inward, effectively signing “Little” or “Small” in ASL.

It takes Donnie’s mind a moment to realize what’s happening, but his face softens as understanding washes over him. 

He slips into his role of caregiver almost immediately, his entire demeanor changing in seconds, and finds himself snuggling closer to his little brother, as he begins asking questions.

The first one is simple, “So I’m guessing you can’t talk, huh?” 

A nod is all it takes to get his brain going, running through all the various forms of nonverbal communication he knows.

He’s aware that Mikey only knows the bare minimum when it comes to ASL, so that’s off the table, but it reminds him that sometimes the simplest solution is also the best. “Can you type?” he asks softly, taking care to add a soft and suggesting tone to his voice so that Mikey doesn’t feel bad if he can’t. When his brother signs back “Don’t know” he pulls out his phone, handing it to the smaller. 

‘kinda can’ is all he manages but it’s more than enough for Donnie, whose face lights up in encouragement.

“There you go!” he happily remarks, before continuing his impromptu questionnaire. “Do you know why you can’t talk?” 

‘M rely tiny, jusa babie’  (Donnie Translation: I’m really tiny, just a baby)

Donnie can’t fight the urge to coo at his brother, “Aww, I’ve got a tiny little guy on my hands, huh?” he says in an overly sweet voice that somehow makes Mikey feel even smaller than before. 

Amidst his contemplation of the next question to ask, it clicks for Donnie that his brother is almost never this small. Hence the need for so many questions. The last time he was this small he’d gotten into a really bad argument with Splinter and- 

oh

Donnie can’t help the way face falls for a moment as he realizes why his brother has regressed so young. 

The question flies out of his mouth before he can even think about it

"Are you this tiny because of what happened last night?"

and Donnie has never been filled with such immediate regret as he watches his brother's face crumple.

Mikey's suddenly reminded of why Donnie was in here in the first place as the tears find their way to his eyes for the third time. Once they start falling, they can't seem to stop, streaming down his face chased only by hiccuping sobs.

Donnie’s on in him in an instant, wrapping him in a tight hug as he begins to soothe. 

"No, hey. Hey, it's alright. Donnie’s got you. I know it last night was a lot, I'm here I've got you. No one's upset with you, I promise. We know it was a mistake, I promise we don't hate you."

He states, knowing Mikey well enough to know exactly what was going on in his head right now.

Big or little, Mikey’s always scared that his mistakes are the end of the world, and it breaks Donnie's heart every single time.

He continues to hold his brother, a stream of soft “It's okay.”, “You're okay.”, and “I'm here”s  continuing to pour from his mouth. 

He tries rubbing small circles on the younger's shell but stops abruptly when he feels him pull away.

As the minutes pass, Donnie hears the harsh sobs fade to gentle sniffles as Mikey calms down a bit, nuzzling Donnies chest a bit as he tries to snuggle impossibly closer to his older brother.

It takes a few more minutes of sniffles for Donnie to try rubbing Mikey’s back again, but this time he leans into the touch, exhausted and desperate for reassurance. “There we go” he sighs as he feels Mikey melt into his arms, “Deep breaths, I’ve got you. Donnie’s got you.” 

Donnie’s never been a big fan of touch, but his little, scratch that baby brother, was always an exception. 

As Mikey leans back to look up at him, Donnie breaks out in a soft smile, “Hi sweetheart. Are you feeling any better? I’m so sorry I upset you like that, I promise I didn’t mean to. Do you think you can forgive me?” The question is asked in earnest, but Donnie knows the baby in his arms is far too tired and vulnerable to say anything but “Yes”, so he mentally files a reminder to apologize to his brother again when he’s bigger.

The small boy just nods shyly, looking back down with a droopy, almost shameful, look. Donnie recognizes it almost immediately. “Hey, hey, None of that! I’m not upset with you for crying. I could never be upset with you for expressing your emotions, especially when regressed. It’s fine, I promise. You’re such a good boy Mikey. My sweet baby brother.”

Mikey’s head continues to dip, though this time with a bashful smile rather than a shameful frown, and Donnie nearly beams at the sight. 

“Alright! With all that crying, I think it’s time we get you a drink and something to eat. What do you say bud?” Mikey nods cautiously in response, still on edge from all the crying, and just generally sensitive because of how heavily regressed he is. “Can you walk?” he asks tentatively, caregiver mode being increased tenfold now that he knows just how baby his brother was. 

He sighs at the sorrowful head shake he gets, but is quick to clarify he’s not upset at Mikey for being unable to walk, but simply hadn’t thought ahead about what to do in the event he wasn’t able to. 

Donnie goes back to rubbing soft circles on Mikey's back as he messages Raph and Leo a quick, “Code Baby, meet me in Mikey’s room.”

Of course, they’re there in an instant; Leo instinctively running up to the bed and reaching for Mikey’s hand to drag him up and out of the room before Donnie gives them a panicked “Hold on!” 

With a solemn look, he attempts to explain things as rapidly as possible…without upsetting Mikey. Which proves to be more than a bit of a challenge.

“Remember what happened last night with Mikey, the lecture he got from Splinter and-” he sneaks a quick look at Mikey, relieved to find him too busy playing with his newfound toy [Read: Leo’s hand] to pay attention to the discussion at hand, “the way he looked like he was holding back tears for most of it?” The second half is almost a whisper, Donnie treading carefully after earlier events. 

Raph and Leo’s faces immediately drop, excitement, about Mikey being little, shifting to worry for their youngest brother. Donnie quickly goes on, wanting to avoid putting his brothers through unnecessary anxiety. “Apparently some time between when he ran to his room last night and now, he regressed. And he regressed hard. He seems to be stuck in babyspace, and can neither talk nor walk ”

Both of their faces soften in understanding as everything, even their posture and stances, shift into caregiver mode alongside Donnie. They’d entered the room expecting a roughhouse filled playdate with an 8 year old Mikey, but now they were more than happy to dote upon their baby bound brother.

There’s also an unspoken twinge of pity, even sadness, lurking in the eyes of all three, that no one bothers to acknowledge. However Donnie decides to err on the side of caution and slips in an added, “I’m not sure if it’s what caused him to regress so hard or if it’s because he’s so tiny, but he’s super sensitive right now guys, so we’ve got to be extra careful how we handle him.” Raph quirks an eyebrow and Leo opens his mouth to retort before Donnie warns, “I sighed when he told me he couldn't walk and had to spend the next 5 minutes convincing him I wasn’t upset with him because of it.” which quickly shuts down any suspicion. 

The attention shifts back to Mikey as he squirms in Donnie’s lap, trying to reach Donnie’s phone but clearly unable. When it’s handed to him, he’s quick to type out a barely decipherable message about breakfast that kicks everyone into gear. 

Raph scoops him up, carrying his bridal style to the kitchen, and though he’s been held like this a thousand times, it still manages to make Mikey feel impossibly smaller. He babbles happily on the trip to the kitchen, clearly excited to be in his big brother’s arms and absolutely glowing under all of the attention. Donnie’s leading the way with smooth determined strides as he uses his gauntlet to run through an index of all the food in their household and organizing it into “Baby Friendly”, “Potentially Baby Friendly”, and “Are you trying to Kill the Baby?”

Leo trails quite a ways behind the other two, having run back to grab a pacifier and teether for Mikey, as well as his favorite Frog Stuffie. Just in case.

It only takes a few minutes for him to catch up with the others in the kitchen, where Donnie is already running around playing scavenger hunt with different ingredients. Meanwhile, Raph is attempting, to no avail, to pry Mikey off of him and set the boy onto a chair, a bowl of cubed watermelon sitting on the counter beside them. As much as he’d love to spectate Donnie’s goose chase for baby food, Leo figures Raph could use the help, so he makes his way over. 

“Mikey! Hey buddy,”  Leo coos.

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DONATELLO FROM RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES BECAUSE HE’S MY COMFORT CHARACTER💜💜

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LITTLE DONNIE!!!

I don’t know if this was a request or not but I’m taking this time to give you my regressor Donnie headcanons bc he’s ABSOLUTELY my favourite turtle and I need to talk abt him or I’ll explode (I have brought my ‘87 Donnie figure with me to Holland, he’s my emotional support turtle)

Regressor!Donatello Headcanons!!

👾I think Donnie would either slip for one of two reasons, Stress- from working so hard on all his inventions and tech or two Leo was bored and needed a playmate

👾In my head Donnie’s regression range is on the older end of the spectrum but if something goes particularly bad in an experiment or an invention he goes deep into regression

👾His usual regression range I’d say is maybe 6-8 making him more of a kid regressor but if something goes wrong and he’s deep into it I’d say 0-3.

👾Donnie doesn’t take very good care of himself while he’s big so he is absolutely not allowed to be left unattended while small, even if he’s at his oldest age

👾This frustrates the little tot. A lot.

👾But he’s easy to calm down, put him in front of the projector and stick Little Einsteins or Sid the Science Kid on and he’ll stop his whining

👾And I mean stop, that boy shuts up immediately. He could be in the middle of talking and if you turn those on he just stops and stares

👾On this topic science museums. (I could do a whole set of hc’s based off this) he loves them

👾He’s not allowed in his lab when regressed, that was a rule set by big Donnie out of pure fear that he’s gonna break something he worked very hard on

👾When Donnie first regressed he was scared. He got so scared, that he slipped further into his regression going from a solid 6-4 within seconds

👾He cried, then toddled into Leo’s room and cried more because he trusted his twin more than anyone else with this new strange feeling

👾After Donnie fully grasps what is going on he tells Raph and Mikey, Leo becomes his primary cg because he was the first to know and Leo is his twin, so if Donnie goes non verbal they can use their “twin telepathy”

👾Donnie swears the twin telepathy thing is fake but somehow Leo always knows what little Donnie needs

👾Donnie doesn’t bite very often (Little fun fact here, softhells are very possessive of their things and very often bite and don’t let go for awhile) but when he’s little, those chompers get put to use

👾Leo once took a crayon off Donnie once so he could colour in with his Hermano pequeño. Donnie bit. And Donnie bit hard

👾Leo didn’t bleed but he screamed, Raph came over and had to physically pry Donatello off his brother who was inspecting his new bite wound. It scarred over

👾After that they bought Donnie a paci- for Leo’s safety. It’s purple (obvie) but that’s it’s only distinguishing feature. Donnie doesn’t like the ones that are covered in gems and beads, they distract him too much

👾If both of that disaster twins have slipped it results in both Raph and Mikey taking care of them because, while Leo is a handful by himself and Donnie is relatively easy putting them together causes chaos

👾Donnie typically regresses to be the older twin in this situation so he’s easier to calm down and stop him being a little shit, then once he’s been told he’ll immediately tell Leo to stop

👾Don would be such a little cutie to take care of, an absolute angel for you as he politely awaits his praise and for you to tell him how good he’s behaving

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I wuv Donnie he’s my favourite turtle :D

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HII!! I gone I'm this right but I've been going through a bit of a agere block, so I wanted to ask for maybe a fic (or hcs idm) of like.. rottmnt Leo struggling to regress because of his agere block but soon he's able to with his brothers help? I use Leo because he's a such kin of mine so 😭

Normally I'd regress around 5 or 6 years old, but you can do whichever!!

I rlly hope this is alright cuz I don't normally request but I'm hoping if I project onto my kin then it can help/hj

I love ur stuff btw and I hope u have a good day/night ♡

Ofc I can help you friend!! I love Leo, he’s such a fun little guy, personally massive Donnie Kin and I’m so glad you like my stuff!! I hope you can regress soon little one! My page is always open if you want to talk!!

Leo Struggling with Regression Headcanons!

🦕When Leo regresses he regresses to more of a toddler so I’d say 4-6 so he’s a talker and god he runs his damn mouth

🦕He’d most likely feel bad about wanting to regress and take time for himself after a mission goes wrong

🦕He’d not want to burden his brothers with taking care of him while they’re all still recovering from injuries and hardships

🦕But once his brothers caught onto this they were Not having this, not with a capital N

🦕The three of them started speaking softer around Leo

🦕I think Donnie would be the first to notice this, considering the fact that they’re our favourite disaster twins, he’d be the one to bring it up to his brothers

🦕Leo, initially, wouldn’t notice what his brothers were doing and he wouldn’t understand why he suddenly felt so calm and relaxed

🦕He also probably wouldn’t understand why he was all of a sudden allowed to be the first one to pick the tv and sit closest to the screen but hey, he wasn’t complaining. He got to watch Jupiter Jim whenever he wanted!

🦕But one day it’d hit him when Raph handed him something to drink and used one of his little nicknames

“There you go little guy, drink up” Raph said as he handed the cup of juice to his brother

🦕Leo would soon realise what his brothers were trying to do, he’d realise why Donnie had begrudgingly let him hug him a little too tight and why Mikey was inviting him to do arts and crafts so often and why Raph had called him ‘Little Guy’

🦕He wasn’t mad of course, he was honestly a little flattered, they cared so much that they were trying to help him regress

🦕It took a few days of his brothers gentle coercion but eventually Leo’s loud nothing greeting turned into a silent sit at the couch and flip cartoons on.

🦕He’d be babbling to his brothers about what was going on in his shows, pulling out the blue pacifier from his mouth every time he’d want to talk but if he kept running his mouth Donnie would slowly slide the paci back into his mouth until he got the hint

🦕But overall, Leo’s brothers would be so sweet if he started struggling to regress. They’d do everything in their power to help their brother feel better and relax

🦕We all want a family like the Hamato’s :)

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Update

Hi! Sorry I disappeared for a bit on you guys. I'm currently working on the Baby Mikey fic which should be out in a few days, but until then here's a Donnie Drabble to feed the masses. /t

I'll very likely flesh this out into a full fic, but it may end up taking a while, hence why I've decided to post this piece now!

Slight TW: for implied/referenced s/h. It's the slightest reference, blink and you'll miss it, but I'd rather be safe than sorry!

Raph looks at him softly, allowing a cautious smile sneaks onto his face. It’s a weak attempt to soften the blow of what he’s about to ask. 

“Now would somebody like to tell me why I haven’t seen my favorite baby Genius in what feels like forever and a year?”

Donnie’s face falls. “S dumb,” he pouts from his spot in the older turtle’s lap. “Shouldn't needta be a baby to feel better!” He admits, hanging his head down in shame.

“Ah ah ah, we ain't doin’ none of that tonight.” Raph retorts, his voice distinctly kind and soft to ensure his words don’t come off as harsh. 

“Do you remember what it was like before we started regressing? Do you remember what Leo used to do to cope?” He asks, gently cupping his brother's cheek when he nods in response. “He was hurting himself and us. Do you remember what Mikey was doing?” He continues as Donnie nods some more, “Bottling up everything for weeks and then disappearing for days on end when it got too much? Those things weren’t healthy. Those are things we shouldn’t do. But this?” 

He pauses to tap a finger to the tip of Donnie’s snout, “Being our adorable sweet little kiddo?” Donnie’s eyes are suddenly glued to the floor, a bashful smile creeping its way onto his face, “This is something I wouldn’t mind you doing every second of every day for the rest of forever!”  ‘The rest of forever?’, Donnie thinks, ‘That’s a long time!’  

His face lights up in pure joy at the thought  and Raph can’t hold back a smile. “There’s my smiley baby!” He exclaims, watching Donnie giggle and hide his face. “Awww c’mon, I just got him back, you can’t hide him away so soon,” Raph playfully pouts in response, arms poised and ready to tickle the boy in his lap.