#donnie x oc

[chaoticspeedrun]

For @yosajaeofficial

You guys are putting Anastasia! Donnie through the ringer and I don't know how much of this he can take!

[nekkoria]

GHOSTFACE DONNIE CONSUMED MY THOUGHTS, I needed to do something about it. Also, Ghost Donnie concept belongs to @smoothturtle0 "" GIVE LOVE TO THEM <3<3<3<3

I wanted to make a silly mix between TMNT X DELTARUNE, that's what happened! I tried to think of which character they would most identify with, but then I went with the ""obvious""(??

[truffle-draws-turtles]

"Do not cling to hope, for within its fragile refuge, the darkness lies in wait, ready to drag you down into the abyss."

Future Donnie - fanfiction - an exception

Find the first part on Wattpad and AO3

Smut as fuck, no beta, obsessively written within 8 weeks, insanity and grammar. You know what you're getting yourself into.

My fic blog is @trufflemacandcheese

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My rottmnt Patreon 18+

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Attention please ‼️

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

This picture is an exception. Why and how I turned it into a cover ⬇️

A few days ago, I was talking to a friend who is a designer and an incredibly theoretical, forward-thinking person. He had told me about his studies, about image composition, which images were discussed in the lectures etc etc.

It was very interesting because I draw completely intuitively myself. I don't think and mostly don't have a "background story" in my head - I'm very happy to leave the interpretations to the viewer.

Exception example: when I draw scenes from my fanfiction(s). Then, of course, EVERYTHING in my mind is full of the story and I have deviating difficulties expressing it visually, would prefer to draw the story as a comic and so on.

Until today I came up with the idea (very spontaneously) of including "narrative details". Of course I had already done this subconsciously in my art works before, but today I had this relationship of two beings in mind who only want the best and yet are (apparently?) doomed to fail.

And I am somehow very pleased with the outcome. So I made it the cover of the third (and final part) of my series.

So... yeah... Thanks for reading this far, I guess? ;D

[sunydays]

Soooo ik I haven’t posted in like 4 months- don’t kill me please- I lost my hyper fixation.

These are some old pictures I drew of my oc in rottmnt

[mermmarie]

[grumpytheunicorn]

She worries about him alot.

[doodlingbiscuit]

Gotcha back ;) @sweaterrat

Had fun with this one, Portals is so cute!!

[hitwiththetmnt]

Hit’s 1K 2K DTIYS!

Edit*** WE JUMPED SO FAST TO 2K?!? My mind is blown on how many of you guys just showed up. For 2K I’m going to use the same art for my 1K to save me some time (I also just love the goobers)

Same rules and outline applies to the 2K as before, so have fun guys!

There’s so many of you guys now, it’s crazy! So to celebrate the milestone I have a DTIYS!

You guys also get a sneak peak at spitfire Hana and her design for the AU (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

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Rules:

• the image above is the outline but if you want to change things like “poses” “outfits” “colors” etc. then you’re welcome too!

• if you’re a writer or not an artist, other submissions for the dtiys will be just as appreciated

• there’s no deadline, this is just something fun for followers to participate in if they want too

• if you post anything please use #hits2kdtiys and or #hitsdtiys so that I see it. You can also tag me directly too!

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With that said, have fun and thanks guys for 2K! Here’s a song I listened too while making this DTIYS ⬇️

[wolffeay]

Hello everyone, I have returned! I’m really sorry for not posting anything these past few months; I decided to take a break and ended up becoming too busy to write. I apologize for not posting any updates, but please know that I am okay. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Thank you so much for your patience and support 💜

[disastertwinsl0l]

A Donnie x @angellustrates oc incorrect quote bcos I love them

Donnie: Goodnight to the love of my life, Eryn, and fuck the rest of y'all.

[chaoticspeedrun]

Hazard Donnie AU 2

“Work together?” She scoffed after realizing what they were suggesting exactly, "Because it’s our best chance?" Her words are mocking as she imitates the leader who stands by the side.

Leo falters and clears his throat as she voiced out what he had just opened his mouth to explain, realizing that all his arguments were going to fall on knowing ears “You understand why we have to do this," it was a statement.

"Because we have no choices left," Her voice is rough but resolute, glancing at the eldest.

Raph rubbed the back of his neck as her gaze fell on him and he sighed, nodding.

There was more to it, she could see the flicker of hope the three siblings held in their eyes, she didn't want to see it extinguished, but it would happen, their brother was gone. She doesn't know who this is but it isn't him, it's someone taking advantage of their grief.

And he was still looking at her, observing everything she did curiously and analyzing who knows what through the screen in front of his eyes, he seemingly wanted to speak, but she was faster.

She turned around, walking back to the hallway, she spoke out before disappearing through it “I don’t want him anywhere near my work.” and with those cold words the door was closed behind her, leaving a heavy silence inside.

“D-did she agree? No argument?” Mikey asked incredulously.

“I kinda want her to come back and yell at us; I feel uncomfortable not knowing what else she is thinking.” Leo voiced out while Raph sighed, fiddling with his fingers.

Donatello glared at the exit she walked through ‘All of us do.’ he thought to himself.

[Part 2 of this, I got a whole story already thought out and telling it like this seems more effective than making a whole comic~]

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request: Reader x Donnie College Meet-Cute 💜

We got an anonymous request callers! Inspired by Stress Test, I got a request to do the college edition of a reader x Donnie meeting! Since the meeting in Stress Test is pretty indistinct as they're practically strangers, I'm going to write an original college meet-up!

From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will write any short 100-400 word request like below or draw you a doodle of your choosing!

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

All ages fluff below the cut!

New semester, new classes.

You weren't, however, new to the college so you knew where to go. There was no freshman fumbling around as you cruised down the hallway. Your class was in this wing and you had the number. You just had to locate it and there were vague enough signs on the walls. You followed the arrows and, after counting down, found your door.

You were just early enough that you had a nice selection of seats to choose from.

The front you would skip as it was too close to the roving eyes of the teacher. You weren't sure of their style just yet, but you weren't particularly interested in hiding in the back. Thus you were left with the cent which seemed like the safest choice.

As you gazed over those choices, a dead center seat jumped out at you. The seating was broken up into two sections with a complimentary center row. One such aisle seat was plump for picking and you headed toward it. It would mean sitting right down next to a student in the adjacent seat.

Usual courtesy dictated you would leave a buffer seat for them, but you had seen the roster when you were checking your class schedule. This class was full and you'd soon be packing in anyway. The person seemed alright enough as they were buried in their hoodie and poured over a book. That read to you that they wanted to keep to themselves and you had no problem allowing it.

You took your seat and were careful not to jostle the table. Your seat mate continued to read on as if you were never there and that satisfied you. You took your time in getting your notebook ready for first day notes and settling in. You hadn't been too early, so soon students were filing in. You watched them come in with a tilt of your head toward the door and in your periphery you saw the book the student next to you was reading.

You recognized it instantly; it was the graphic novel version of a movie you had just watched.

The one none of your friends particularly cared for, but you loved.

You lit up.

"Is it good!?" The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "I was thinking of reading that!"

For a second, you were caught in stasis.

The silence went on just long enough that it seemed like your table mate hadn't heard you.

They could have had headphones in, you realized then.

They could just be ignoring you.

They could be enraptured in reading.

They eventually did move.

It was with a creak and just enough of a glance out of the depths of their hoodie.

They seemed to check if you were talking to them before looking down. "Yes. I've been enjoying it."

The response was cold, but something about it didn't completely deter you. "Sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's fine." They put a bookmark that was another property you recognized, but you kept quiet about it.

Your professor walked in and class commenced. You took your notes, got your copy of the syllabus, and as these things usually went, your first day of class was over just as it started. You were dismissed and in the time it took you to close your notebook, you found the student next to you had disappeared.

On your schedule, you were back in class a day later, but you were running late. Experience taught you that while there were no assigned seats in college, there were stakes claimed. These were rocking in the first few classes as everyone adjusted to their needs which meant you perfect, middle-of-the-road seat, was in danger.

It had been a great vantage point and its proximity to the aisle meant you could leave without disturbing others.

It was the perfect seat and you were going to lose it.

Until you shot through the door and your professor glanced up at you with a snide comment.

There was a messenger back on the desk you used two days ago.

A black and purple one that matched a particular hoodie.

One that reached up and removed the bag as soon they noticed you looking.

They saved your seat.

Your heart shot straight into your throat and that was it. You spent the rest of your semester prioritizing getting to class early enough. No matter how much room you made in your schedule, he was somehow already there. Within the first few classes you found out her was a mutant and you equated that with his stoic attitude. You assumed he was nervous about judgment though you had none of your own.

What you really wanted from him was someone to talk to. It seemed like every time you brought up an interest, he had some opinion on it. It meant you could lob yours at him and he'd, in his limited capacity, would reciprocate. It pegged you has strange because his eyes betrayed everything else about him. By sitting right next to him, you'd see fires lit if you ever disagreed with one of his takes, but out of his mouth came lines that seemed per-recorded.

It only furthered your interest to the point where you could no longer tell if he actually care for your companionship or not. He was more of a fixture. A dimly lit lamp to read by as there was always a book in front of him. You were the one who came in stubbornly everyday and tried to change the switch.

All until he didn't show up one day.

The moment you walked through the door, his empty seat felt like a beacon.

There was a withdrawal deadline about to pass.

One that kept a class from impacting GPA.

Was that it?

Had he not been learning.

You sort of remembered him taking notes.

Really you had been looking at his hands.

How his two fingers twisted his pen between his thumb.

it was an agility you couldn't comprehend matching.

Remembering helped as class wore on. The presence beside you was one you hadn't realized you relied to heavily on. You rarely talked during class, but just knowing he was there felt like something you could count on. Even when time was up and he scurried off as he did, you day didn't feel complete until he gave that little bob of his head to acknowledge he would see you again.

You only realized then how bad your crush was.

It wasn't petty interest or a like mind for media.

You liked him.

You liked the way he smiled to himself during lectures.

You liked that you could chart his progress through how far his bookmark moved.

You liked how you had fallen for the old hoodie trick when in reality it was painfully obvious that he was a lovely shade of green.

"He's out sick."

You blinked up to find most of your class had already left.

"Donatello." The teacher spoke as he adjusted something at the podium. "Got an email, though it doesn't seem like he's going to get any notes from you."

You had a retort.

"You're quite the pair."

You swear you did.

"Do not separate." He chuckled. "Print that and slap it on your seats."

All you did was mumble a a thank you before finally packing up.

Perspective was now beating you down.

All those weeks.

All those classes.

Could you have been anymore obvious?

Was Donnie saving your feelings?

You called him Donnie without even asking if that nickname was alright.

it just popped out one day and he didn't correct you.

You were going down a hallway.

You need a break.

A diversion.

All these little cupid Donnie's were flying around your head.

When?

When?

The question pounded your ears as you ran toward the library.

Other students were moving at a similar speed.

Everything was moving faster.

There was running.

There was yelling.

You stopped for no particular reason.

Your shoes etched the ground and it was as if you landed on the activation point of a land mine.

The wall in front of you exploded out and you watched several students who had been in front of you get blasted away.

Not you.

You had perfectly and accidentally stopped just shy of the damage.

"There! You know the maneuver!"

You knew that voice.

Rubble moved and pulled your eye to where the debris had gone.

Out of the wrecked reeled the squishy body of a frog mutant who looked up with a paralyzing amount of spite from where he had come from.

You were slow to look back.

In the hole, perfectly arranged were four brightly colored turtles.

The purple of which you zeroed in on and, again, on your command he spoke.

"You all have the maps. I told you enrolling to scout was a good idea!" His head tipped nothing, but cocky.

It was Donatello.

You knew despite everything oozing from this person was not your person.

"Nerd alert!" Another turtle chirped.

"Just admit you wanted to break into school again!"

"Gasp!" Donnie swung a hand up to his chest. "I would never! I applied and got in, clearly."

"He tried to jar the science lab air."

"The science lab was where this mutant and the three others were being forcefully mutated by that student!!" Donnie hissed.

A rock then rocketed at the group and took the orange one back through the hole.

"Enough gabbing!" The red turtle readied his fist. "We got the campus layout! They can't hide so let's smash 'em!"

You stood deathly still as they attacked the frog.

A white mouse soon joined the fray.

The orange turtle returned.

A starfish disrupted the turtles victory and its chopped limbs regenerated more suckered creatures.

You heard phrases tossed around like silverfish and several students tried to coax you away.

You couldn't.

Donnie was there.

Donnie was unlike anything you'd ever seen.

Images of his meek existence were obliterated one by one.

You didn't know this man.

You knew some guy in your class and idealized a book he probably kept as cover.

You still swore the bookmark moved with steady progress.

Wasn't that enough proof that at least something was real?

If that was, what else was?

Caught between that and the literal battle going on around you, you were stuck.

Until a brick whizzed by your face, but the pain came on a delay afterward.

You reached up like something out of a show and touched your cheek.

It came away with blood.

It darkened on your fingertips way faster than it should have oxidized.

You looked up in time and saw an entire slab bench was heading towards you and casting a shadow.

So this was it, you allowed your final thought to be just as anticlimactic.

Something else struck you from the side first.

It had the force of a rocket and your air was sucked from you at the speed.

It also hadn't hurt.

It was warm, if anything.

Momentum slowed and you were soon sat on your feet, though arms securely had your waist.

"Are you okay?! Your cheek! I have skin adhesive that I was using to lift key cards. Long story, but..." Donnie held you with one arm and searched his person with the other.

You stared.

He had the same face, but this was the first time you had seen all of it.

Or part of it with his purple bandana and what looked like a shoddy pair of modified welding goggles on his head.

His hand shot up with a pinched bandage slip "A-one dressing that is both repositionable and inhibits bacterial growth! Perfect for..."

He took great care in applying it to your cheek.

His hand lingered there and its warmth seeped through your skin.

"Who are you...?" You found yourself asking.

His expression shifted from something tender to something tinged with sorrow. "I'm still me..."

Your brows came together with knit distress.

"The Donatello that attended your classes was but a cover, but our interactions-!"

You watched him cut himself off.

"-are ones that evidentially appear... as part of said ruse."

You nodded.

His lips parted for a few false starts.

There was a distant crash and some cackling that could have come from either side.

Donnie glanced in that direction.

"You should go..." You told him.

Duty or whatever he was up to caught him and he straightened up.

You stepped out of his arms.

He said your name with clear intention.

For your time, you offered him what you thought would be a last look.

"I could really use your notes today."

You blinked a single time.

"I'm not... Well, I should say I have no intention of dropping out. Imagine the blemish on my academic record! They say it's not counted, but we all know that's not true. Besides, the material is child's play compared to my doctorates, however..."

You felt your mouth gape.

He only smiled. "Now that we, and I mean my dumb-dumb brothers who I am going to have woefully blind faith in that they've taken care of this mess, caught the rogue mutator I can finally take my studies seriously."

You stunted a hopeful breath.

"As in a study group, of course! Multiple students and not just us! Ah! Alone! Can you imagine!?" He quacked with flushed flesh.

Your heart shot straight into your throat.

"And I can trade you for the notes. My graphic novel. The first one that you wanted to read. We can call it collateral... until I show you that I can be trusted... If you were..."

"I didn't take any notes!"

It was his turn to stare.

"I... I was too distracted that you were gone."

"You...?" He pointed to himself.

You nodded.

"Me...?" He pointed to you.

Your head bobbed at a faster pace.

"Then we must catch up!"

"For class!" You added.

"Donnie!!" A voice called. "Gonna need that sticky stuff you got!!"

"You should-"

"I should-"

You both gave bashful grins.

"Wednesday."

"Wednesday. After class?"

"Consider my calendar cleared!" He lifted into the air before you like a vision and you thought you could get used to that as he rocketed back toward where one of his brothers was waving.

[wdxghosty]

Don and Ophie on a rooftop P.2

Last year around fall/winter I made a drawing of the two of them on a rooftop, and I decided to make another version of that <3

OG

[truffle-draws-turtles]

He misses her...

Shiro

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The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

[crazyyanderechan2137]

Happy little family. Shelly loves his parents very much 💜

[mermmarie]

Bonatello for the soul~ 💙💜