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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion this cross between Cabin 14 & 15 was inevitable. ~ Cadoo 🐾 ----------------- Annoyed. It wasn’t a word Dee knew how to say. It wasn’t a word Dee even really knew existed. But he knew the feeling. Had he experienced a lot of that feeling in the short time his little body had been functioning and breathing? Yes. Was he experiencing that feeling right now? Definitely. It was loud. It was hot. It was stinky.

His little eyes blinked and squinted from where he was crouched on his Big Loud Turtle’s shoulder. His own shoulders raised high, needle like claws kneading into his Big Loud Turtle’s scales in an anxious repeating pattern.

He sneezed and his beak scrunched in distaste. The smoke was strong and stung.

His Big Loud Turtle was constantly talking. Never. Ending. Noise.

Dee hissed out his displeasure and nipped at the scales beneath his claws. The Big Loud Turtle winced with a yelp and wiggled its shoulder a little to dislodge him since his one hand was too busy keeping Dee’s other hatch mates in check.

After the fifth bite went ignored Dee decided that he’d had enough.

If he couldn’t get comfortable here then he’d find somewhere he could.

Dee had been scampering across the Big Loud Turtle’s shoulders so much this evening that said turtle didn’t pay it any mind when Dee’s little body crawled behind its head to scale the lip of its shell. With a few well timed kicks of his back legs Dee hoisted himself up onto the rough scutes and began his descent. The climb down was only as careful as a hatchling could make it and about halfway down the Big Loud Turtle began laughing which meant that Dee lost his footing. With a terrified little squeak Dee slipped down the curve of the older turtle’s shell, landing plastron first onto a very conveniently grown bed of cave moss. His little head rattled and buzzed with the impact and he curled in on himself with a quiet whimper, hiccuping as he attempted to shake off the experience. At least his beak wasn’t tickling anymore down here and the Big Loud Turtle’s voice was also quieter.

With a few experimental clicks of his jaws, still sore, the hatchling shakily pushed himself up onto all fours. Ok. He was free. Good. He lifted his beak up to sniff the air, it still smelled too much like smoke. Not good. With a frustrated little chuff the tiny turtle turned his back to the campfire and began to waddle off. If it smelled bad back there then he’d go the other way. Eventually his little legs carried him far enough that the smell of smoke didn’t sting his nose and he could instead focus on finding a new place to hunker down. With a determined little peep Dee crawled forward, when his nose wasn’t held high it was snuffling across the cold cave floor, ensuring that no sensory input went amiss. Soon enough his instincts were glowing with a vague familiarity, nose held high, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open as he focused on this new scent trail. Something…he liked something here. It made his insides warm. Made his head buzz in the good way. Reminded the very base parts of himself of Nest. Home. Dee let out a quiet series of searching chirps, instincts hopeful for a response. Usually the Big Quiet Turtle would respond. And this sort of….kind of smelled like the Big Quiet Turtle. Dee liked the Big Quiet Turtle.

So Dee picked up the pace and continued to follow the scent trail, paying no mind to how he was getting further and further away from the twisting rows of cabins, further away from the warm glow of the campfires. And closer to the darker shadows of the cave’s campgrounds.

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It had taken around 7 bags of stolen marshmallows for Don to finally feel at least a little bit satisfied. He hadn’t realized how tired and hungry he had been until the campfires started. The smell of smoke and sugar wafting through the air was strong enough to cause his instinct riddled brain to stop and slow down. He’d been going at full speed since he’d awoken in this strange place but now, stomach full of sweets, he finally felt like his head was starting to clear. After the last plastic bag had been shredded and emptied he’d very carefully made his way back towards the outer edges of the campgrounds. While the bonfires were big and bright they did make it easier to avoid most of the other inhabitants. Don took advantage of the distraction and retreated back behind the twisting row of cabins.

When his instincts were satisfied with his escape he settled down in the shadows of a larger collection of crystals, jutting up out of the stone floor. He kept his back to the hard rock, ensuring that nothing would be sneaking up on him from behind, before allowing himself to properly relax. A long slow sigh huffed out of his nose as he laid down on his plastron, every ache in his strained muscles now finally making themselves known. He tucked his tail around himself, keeping it close to ensure it was out of sight. Comfortable and as safe as his hindbrain was going to allow him to feel right now, Don got to work cleaning his claws of the remaining sugary residue left over from his snack heist. Chewing and lapping at his scales was a simple instinctual task that allowed his mind to wander.

He still had no idea where he was. There were no sights, smells, or sounds that even remotely reminded him of home. Granted, he hadn’t really been able to take a proper look at his new surroundings. Don lifted his other hand to his beak to give it the same treatment. Up until now he’d been too wired. Too high on adrenaline and fear. But now, with the instinctual fog beginning to clear, he finally felt like he was at least a little bit back in control. What had he been doing prior to waking up here? He chewed at an especially stubborn sticky spot, brow furrowing as he tried to remember. It was all too fuzzy, the only thing he could pinpoint was this low lying sense of unease. A feeling that had sunken in the pit of his stomach and even now was still there, keeping his hindbrain on high alert. Something about this place felt wrong. Not. Home.

Don let out a frustrated chuff, lips curling up into a snarl to match. The tip of his tail thumped against the stone floor. The stim continued until the sound was interrupted by a small startled squeak. Don froze. Tail poised in the air. He slowly turned his head, a warning rumble already starting in his chest. There was something curled up by his tail, nearly underneath the portion that he now had held in the air. The rumble continued as he lowered his tail behind the small body, properly caging it within the circle his torso made. He slowly lowered his head to get a closer look, nostrils flaring and jaw opening to taste the air. The tiny creature had its back turned towards his snout, it had shuffled back towards his tail, small confused clicks leaving its mouth as it realized its exit had been blocked.

Don sniffed and was immediately taken aback by just how many scents this little creature had attached to it. At once familiar….and strange. He tilted his head as he watched it approach his tail. As soon as the little thing reached up to balance itself against his scales he shifted, forcing it off balance and onto its back. The poor thing wriggled helplessly, desperately attempting to right itself to no avail. Don slowly pushed himself up until he was able to shift closer, settling back down so the creature lay within the circle of his arms instead of his tail. Small high pitched squeaks were flooding out of the tiny thing’s beak. The sounds quickly became warning hisses when Don lowered his head to inspect it up close. Tiny claws from 4 little legs scratched against his beak. His throat clicked and he moved to hollowly snap his jaws together in a warning of his own. The tiny body froze, the hisses turning into small hiccups. Don rumbled his approval and nudged against their plastron with his nose, sniffing again as he desperately tried to figure out why they smelled so familiar. They smelled of turtle, and hatchling, and nest? But not his nest? Or….maybe his nest? Maybe himself? No wait that couldn’t be right.

Their tiny clawed hands patted at his scales but didn’t try to scratch him again, eliciting another pleased noise from his chest. Unable to puzzle out the smells Don sighed and finally moved to nudge the smaller body until it was laying back on its own stomach. It stayed still, its own tail ramrod straight, limbs and head tucked as tightly to its body as it could get. Well, the little thing was no threat so Don allowed himself to relax, laying his head down on his arms. The pleased sounds in his throat continued until they were softly rumbling in his chest as well. Eventually the little turtle uncurled itself to peek up at him with a questioning chirp. He answered the sound with a soft click and a sigh, watching it back. Ever so slowly the little turtle pushed itself up to sit, its head tilting as it looked him over. Something in Don’s hindbrain settled when he met the hatchling’s appraising and curious gaze. Like recognizing like.

It studied him from where it sat, continuing to let out little seeking noises that he’d reply to without much thought. It’s little tail swayed behind it and as Don observed the hatchling he could just make out little twitches in its muscles, aborted attempts at crawling closer perhaps? He could practically hear the cogs turning behind its intelligent eyes as they traveled across his face, down his neck, over his shoulders, stopping at the lip of his shell. He hummed out a content purr, allowing his own curiosity to take the reins for a moment, and closed his eyes. He didn’t feel vulnerable despite losing one of his stronger senses, instead his mind buzzed in anticipation. What would the little thing do without an active audience? Don made sure to keep his breathing even, nose and ears on high alert despite the relaxed guise he was fronting.

It didn’t take long for Don to hone in on the quiet hesitant sounds of scales scraping along stone as the hatchling moved. He could just imagine it’s cautious crawl forward, his own instinctual hesitation warring against an innate curiosity being mirrored in this tiny young body. Far sooner than he anticipated Don felt the tiny hot puffs of air breathed against his claws as the hatchling explored with a few sniffs of its own. He made sure to keep still, allowing it to gingerly tap its beak against a claw, testing the waters. When he made no move to shake the hatchling off it continued its investigation, snuffling along his fingers, higher and higher until he felt those 2 tiny hands grasping at his wrist for balance. He heard and felt the hatchling pause, he was so sure it was weighing its options. A thin limb stretched further until it was wrapped fully over his wrist, as far as it was able, before stopping again. When no reprimand followed the toddler quickly began scrambling upwards, back legs frantically pushing to keep its momentum on its vertical climb. Its tiny claws scratched for purchase, which Don allowed only because it wasn’t being defiant this time, and soon enough it tumbled over the crest of his arm to flop clumsily against his snout.

He chuffed, more so in amusement, and the little creature quickly wriggled to right itself. The hatchling didn’t stay still for long and was soon attempting to toddle its way up and over his beak, excited babbling chirps filling his ears as its hands patted across his scales. All of its fear and hesitation seemed to have been forgotten now that it had been allowed close without consequence. As it focused its efforts on getting atop his snout Don peeked an eye open, up this close he could properly make out the small purple markings that reflected across its green scales in clean geometric patterns. Something about that made his mind itch with a thought not clear enough to form. He chuffed again and let the itch go in favor of enjoying the lighter buzzing of contented instincts his hindbrain was currently flooding him with. After watching the hatchling struggle for purchase for a minute longer, Don had mercy on the poor thing. Carefully he opened his jaws in a lazy yawn, using the tilt to gently swing the toddler properly into place atop his snout, before settling back down again. The hatchling let out a very undignified squawk, its tail lashing. When he stilled again it sat up, looked him straight in his one open eye, and began peeping at him. Its little hands slapped at his scales, its cheeks puffed in an angry pout. Oh my, he was being lectured. His chest rumbled with a deeply amused chuckle which only served to anger the hatchling further. Its tiny little peeps turned into whistling hisses and growls as its ire was ignored. The infant was impossibly stubborn in the way only a baby could be so when Don tired of its tantrum he once again opened his jaws to force the tiny body off balance and onto its plastron. It gave a feeble little whine as it tried to push itself back up again, but Don only tilted his snout to repeat the process until the little thing was thoroughly exhausted.

Soon enough the hatchling gave in, limbs hanging over either side of the larger reptile’s snout as it puffed tired little breaths. Don rewarded the tiny reptile with a pleased churr and once again closed his eye, feeling himself relax as the hatchling’s own breathing evened out into what he assumed was a well deserved nap. Feeling content and more at ease than he had since waking up here Don allowed himself to also settle in for a short snooze.

Campfire Stories

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion's current theme is Campfire Stories. Cabin 14 represent!

Camping was honestly so cool. Mike had shaken hands or exchanged friendly nods with... just so many other versions of his own family that his brain was starting to spin.

No one had believed the invitation but him. It promised it would send whoever joined in right back to the moment they'd left, like they were never gone, which worked for him because he did actually have a lot of responsibilities and he was starting to get really worn out. Vacation? Yes please. Maybe there'd even be some good food. So he'd gone, alone, and. Well.

If he freaked out a little as he started to realize he was looking at a whole bunch of alternate versions of himself and his brothers, and alternate versions of the kids, and just like, a bunch of alternate sets of four-ish mutant turtles in general, no he didn't. This was just like the comic books, and Mike loved comic books. When was the last time they'd been on a comic-book-style adventure? They were due. They were due for an epic crossover event spanning a bunch of different titles that everyone had to buy every issue of to make sense of the storyline and might be a bit of a cash grab but who cared because crossovers were awesome.

And maybe it gave him a few little twinges just seeing so many complete sets of four wandering around, but that was fine. It was all good. He supposed that if he couldn't have found his way to Donnie, then at least he found his way to somewhere almost as cool.

...Then, partway through orientation, a tiny portal had opened up, and into his arms had tumbled his beloved nibbles.* How they'd got there was obvious; Little El had a partly chewed-up invitation in his mouth.

(Was some part of him the teeny-tiniest bit sad that Donnie had missed the opportunity to come so they could hug in person? Maybe. But who would he tell?)

Luckily, he'd been able to finagle a daycare of sorts while he went around greeting and bothering everyone. That was for the better, really; the camp was chaotic as heck, and the kids were better off out of the thick of things. He'd checked back in every so often and they seemed fine - Baby Lee was chattering away, Baby Dee was puzzling something out with some toys in a quiet corner, Baby Angie was sleeping, Baby El was peering out the window and waving to anyone passing by. But the day was long, and the sun had started falling, and the last time he poked his head in to check, El had burst into tears and wouldn't stop shrieking until Mike had picked him up, and any indication Mike was about to let go caused yet another wave of panic.

(It was weird to not... feel them, y'know? How they were feeling. They were just normal babies like this. For a given value of 'normal,' of course - nothing about them or their lives was normal. But hey, turns out it wasn't so unusual to be a giant mutant turtle, or to travel the multiverse. Who knew.)

Mike leaned back against the cabin wall, staring out at the various campfires that had already been lit across the camp. So many different turtles all chatting with each other. Mike had to admit, if not for the kiddos, he'd probably be right in the middle of all of that, but he wasn't going to wind them up. Baby Lee and Baby Dee each wiggled to find a more comfortable spot on either side of the crook of his neck, while El chewed on his own tail, held against Mike's plastron with his arm. No scolding could get El to remove it, and Mike couldn't pull it out because, hey, one hand, and the one hand was currently occupied with a sleeping Baby Angie.

There was one campfire burning right by the cabin that no one had started huddling by, yet, and Mike stared into it. Memories of campfires at the Northampton farmhouse, s'mores and smoke and hotdogs on sticks, were a lot less painful because Donnie wasn't dead. The sickly-sweet tinge of grief had washed away with time and with knowledge. It still made him a little sadly nostalgic, though, for a better time when they were whole.

"Hey, guys," he murmured to the tiny turtles. "You're too baby for s'mores, I think, but wanna sit by the fire for a bit? Give your creaky old uncle a chance to rest his legs?"**

Baby Lee chirped, of course, just happy to have something to respond to, and Baby El signed "yes." No response from Angie or Dee, as expected. Mike hefted Baby El a little higher - oof, he was getting so big, Mike was proud, though based on some of El's more grown-up alternate selves it was clear El still had a metric crap-ton of growing left to do - and walked them all over to the fire, settling himself down on a long, low-lying log. Just the right height for El to sit down on and give him a break for a bit.

"Think you're big enough to sit next to me?" He squeezed Baby El gently.

"Yes!" Baby El signed again. So Mike relaxed and let El slide down off his lap and onto the ground to his left. It only took El a few clumsy tries to sit himself properly on the log with his tail swaying behind him. As soon as he was situated, he'd wrapped his tiny fingers around Mike's belt, like saying, you're not allowed to go anywhere. Aaaw. Mike had the world's cutest nibbles, hands down. He patted the top of El's head with his left arm.

He dropped Baby Angie into his lap, freeing up his hand, and carefully did the same for Baby Lee and Baby Dee, trying hard to be patient and not move too fast because he did not want a fingerful of teeth tonight.

"So I know you guys've never been camping, but normally, you roast marshmallows and tell stories by the campfire!" He explained. "Scary stories, but, uh. Unfortunately, I can't just give you back to your Turtle Dad at the end of the day to deal with your nightmares and your sugar highs. This sucks. Hard to be the cool uncle in these conditions." He rested his hand on the log and leaned back a little to roll out his shoulders, stretching his legs out towards the firepit. Baby El tried to copy him and almost fell off.

"So scary stories are out. Fun stories are in! Do you guys wanna hear some fun stuff about your Tad when he was a kid?" Mike chuckled only a little bit evilly. "I got some embarassing ones. He can't stop me from telling 'em, now. You snooze, you lose, Donnie-boy."

The flames in front of them wavered, sending up sparks and lazy plumes of smoke into the slowly darkening twilight.

"So there was this one time..."

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Would anyone like to join Mike at the campfire?

Hold Every Memory Mike (+nibbles)

*'nibbles' are Mike's word for the Rise babies, his 'nephews' by Don. They're his nephews/niblings and 'the right size for a little nibble.' We're adding the 'Baby' prefix here to separate them from some other similarly-named characters within the cabin - all babies are Baby __ for consistency

**do not believe his lies he is not even 30 yet

#hem event tag #cabin 14 #kraang corps #cabin 15 #cabin 15 fire nation #tmnt ffr cabin 15 #tmnt ffr cabin 14 #ggth!au comp.#ggth!au drabble #i love writing the babies yall hehehehehehe

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 4 months ago

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“Hi there! The name’s Raph! Do you want to join me and my brothers smashing some watermelon?”

“We can eat them later! Next one Lee!”

“Step back a bit further, Michelangelo. We don’t want to accidentally portal you too, don’t we?”

“Oops yeah. Hey D-Captain, it’s your turn!”

“You can have my turn. I’m going for a swim”

“Want to try this one? You can use my bat”

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

No bat necessary! Did this mental image plague me enough that I caved and bought the Procreate Dreams app. to make it? Yes. Yes it did. Am I an animator and know what i'm doing? Nah, enjoy this silly simple loop anyway!

V, your illustrations are god tier as always, adore the vibes you captured for your boys here! The colors are immaculate, the lighting is gorgeous, and the activity??? What a fun idea! Thanks for including Don in your fun!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion (Cabins 14 & 15) ~ Cadoo 🐾

#ggth!au #2k3 tmnt au #ggth!au comp.#2k3 tmnt #tmnt au #cadoodling #digital art #tmnt fandom family reunion #2k3 tmnt don #2k3 donatello #gif #animation #tmnt ffr cabin 15 #tmnt ffr cabin 14 #tmnt true colors #TC AU

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 6 months ago

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Local cryptid found snacks! Some campers are sharing smores others are just scavenging for them!

@spacemimz & @belleyellsaboutturtles seem to be none the wiser...

Cabin 15: The Fire Nation 🔥 @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

~ Cadoo 🐾

#Cabin 15 The Fire Nation #tmnt ffr Cabin 15 #ggth!au #2k3 tmnt #2k3 tmnt au #cadoodling #tmnt au #digital art #2k3 donatello #2k3 tmnt don #ggth!au comp.#tmnt fandom family reunion #comic

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 3 months ago

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Farewell

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion (Cabin 15) ~ Cadoo 🐾 (Feel free to reblog + interact with the boy, he's strugglin) Don squeezed his eyes shut, his tail flicked out behind him, thumping repeatedly against the edge of his makeshift bed.

He’d crawled his way home the night before, exhausted from a full week of mischief, exhausted but happy. Don had flopped down into his nest for a well deserved sleep, comfortable, content, and looking forward to the following morning. He had plans to go back to his cabin after breakfast. To visit his friends, his brothers. He’d been woken up by the camp’s final event announcement, blaring over the intercom. “...our camp-sanctioned farewell meeting is upon us.” Don didn’t get up. Oh. Camp was ending. He’d be home soon. Back in his proper dimension. In his proper lair. With dad and Leo, and Raph and Mikey. Leatherhead and Casey and April. Back with his proper family. Like his instincts wanted. Like he wanted. …. Don thought….he thought he’d be happier than this. Excited maybe? At ease?

Of course he expected to feel a little upset, after spending months connecting with his cabin mates and interacting with other versions of his family it was only natural for there to be a feeling of loss. This experience was never going to last forever, or at least they’d all assumed so. He’d been prepared really, this wouldn’t be the first time that he’d had to part ways with new friends or family. This wasn’t catching him unawares. Really. Logically he knew that. So why…. Why was he so….sad? No. Anxious? Scared. Scared to go back home. He could hear his heartbeat, too fast as it kept pace with the stressed swing of his tail. His head was buzzing just behind it, a not so soothing white noise to fill the gaps between beats. Don wriggled until he could bury his head under the blankets, it did nothing to muffle the noise and he whined, dragging his claws across the bottom of the nest to shred the sheets he was laying on. Not like he’d be needing them much longer. This was ridiculous. Stupid even. On the verge of panic over going back to his rightful universe. Why did that thought scare him? Terrify him?He was going home. Home. Where his nest was. Is. Where his family was. Is. Where they are. And sure, this week would probably be the last time he’d see Mike or Smokey or Mikey or Hunter or Scout or Mercury. But that was expected. That’s how experiences like this worked…when they weren’t orchestrated by some villainous higher power. You come, you meet new people, you leave. Maybe you go on a couple side quests, learn some fun morals and life lessons. Befriend a group of turtles who you can actually have a conversation with again. Sometimes you get to keep a souvenir, sometimes you even get to remember it all! None of that really mattered though, because he’d be going home and he’d be going to see his family and- He’d be alone. Don’s breath stuttered and his throat clicked. His hindlegs pushed him further beneath the blankets, curling up as tightly as he was able. A high distressed trill left his beak, smothered by the folds of the comforter. His head buzzed louder. Half formed thoughts and instincts fighting for purchase. No. That wasn’t right. He wouldn’t be alone. His family was is there. But it’d be quiet again. That didn’t make sense either. Especially when his baby brother was involved. The lair was never quiet. He would be.He would be quiet again.

Don blinked. Something cool slid down his cheek. He’d gotten comfortable here, distracted by the games and newness of it all. He’d forgotten that this wasn’t normal. That he wouldn’t be going back home to something like this. He wouldn’t be able to initiate play or physical touch like he could here with Hunter or Scout or the nibbles. Because his body language wouldn’t be understood. He wouldn’t be able to enter a room and announce himself, say I love you, respond to a question like he could with Mikey or Smokey or Mercury. Because he now spoke a completely different language. He wouldn’t be able to expect the same kind of patience, understanding, or flexibility like he could with Mike. Because he and his brothers were teenagers and despite every crazy thing they’ve experienced thus far it still wasn’t enough to help deal with what was wrong with him.Don would be alone again. And after months of not being alone he wasn’t sure if he could survive that.

#ggth!au #ggth!au snippet #ggth!au comp.#2k3 tmnt au #tmnt fandom family reunion #2k3 tmnt #tmnt au #2k3 tmnt don #2k3 donatello #cadrabble #tmnt ffr cabin 15

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 4 months ago

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BIG BOY GETS TO HAVE FUN BIG BOY GETS TO HAVE FUN AAAAA!! IM FERAL OVER THIS!! I love them so much your honor! They are my everything!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) ~ Cadoo 🐾

Look at him!! Kaiju Don is making such good friends. :D Twig, you rock!!

-Jix

It seems there’s some mischief on the beach…

Ft. Mike and the nibbles of Hold Every Memory by @languajix - Cabin 14 (my cabin!), Donju of Good Genes and Thick Hides by @clawsandpaws-creativearchive - Cabin 15, and Mikey of Arthropodia by @allyssl - Cabin 3

Based on the little rp we’ve been collaborating on!

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#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt family reunion #tmnt fandom family reunion #cabin 15 #cabin 14 #cabin 3 #tmnt: second shot #ggth!au comp.#ggth!au fanart #tmnt ffr cabin 15 #tmnt ffr cabin 14 #tmnt ffr cabin 3

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 3 months ago

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Come one, Come all! Cabins 14 & 15 had some fun discussing costumes/looks with a circus/carnival theme! Turtles listed in order:

@justalittleobsessed (Move Along! Mikey, Cabin 15) @belleyellsaboutturtles (SparkyAU! Smokey, Cabin 15) @wandering-ghost (GhostofthePast AU Mika + Spirit, Cabin 14) @twignotstick (HEM Nibbles & SecondShot Scout + Hunter, Cabin 14) Tumblr sucks, why is tagging multiple ppl so finicky??? @karonkar (Fears Embrace Marco, Cabin 14)

@languajix (HEM Uncle Mike, Cabin 14)

@clawsandpaws-creativearchive (GGTH Don, Cabin 15)

@v-albion (True Colors Lee, Cabin 14)

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion ~ Cadoo 🐾

#ggth!au #ggth!au comp.#2k3 tmnt au #2k3 tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt fandom family reunion #cadoodling #sketch #traditional art #tmnt ffr cabin 15 #tmnt ffr cabin 14

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 4 months ago

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Time for me to make yet another massive multi-turtle art piece! Here is our fun little collab/coloring page for our cross-cabin narrative! Each member who was able to participate will be coloring/editing in their own turtles/aus!

Both cabins thought it'd be fun to plan a friendly game of capture the flag! Unfortunately it didn't take long for the planning session to break out into chaos! ( Cabins 14 & 15 ) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion ~ Cadoo 🐾 All included campers will be tagged under the cut:

🔥 Cabin 15: GGTH! Don: @clawsandpaws-creativearchive Sparky!AU Smokey: @belleyellsaboutturtles Move Along! Mikey Raph: @justalittleobsessed 🛸 Cabin 14: HEM Mikey Raph (and Nibbles): @languajix ICE Donnie: @leilanising GoTP Mika & Spirit: @wandering-ghost The Second Shot: @twignotstick True Colors: @v-albion Covert Au Mikhail: @chessman-protocol Fear's Embrace Marco & Donnie: @karonkar

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 6 months ago

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He's Loose...

Had to be super dramatic with GGTH!Don's entrance into the @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion He's now the camp's own not so little cryptid sighting. Anyone is welcome to try and interact with him while he's running amok. Try to calm him down maybe????

~Cadoo 🐾

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clawsandpaws-creativearchive · 5 months ago

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Don shook water off of his scales as he approached the cave's entrance. A relieved sigh slipped from his beak. It felt so good to finally have all of that dried paint removed. The massive turtle yawned, slowly making his way deeper into the hide. He was ready to curl up in his nest and sleep. It'd been a long long day and he'd interacted with a lot of people. As he made his way towards the pile of blankets something caught his eye, a glint of reflected crystal light. Don paused, mid-step, about to enter his nest. Odd. Had someone been in here? While he was out? Concern flickered across his hindbrain and he lifted his beak to see if he could catch a scent. His nostrils flared. Oh. Oh! He knew that smell. Knew that visitor. Mikey, Smokey, Little Brother. Don's tail wagged as he followed the scent over towards what had caught his eye earlier. A piece of jewelry. He blinked as he looked it over. The small shiny beads made little speckles of rainbow light dance across the rocks nearby. He carefully used the tips of his claws to remove it from the stalagmite in order to get a closer look. It was big, big enough for him to wear. It was his favorite color. It had a science pun! His tail wagged faster, the movement causing something below to rustle. Don looked down, noticing the card. He gently picked it up in his other hand. A happy sequence of chitters echoed off the cave walls. His hands shook, the beads clacking together with a satisfying sound. Don carefully reached behind his neck to tuck the card into the pocket of his shell. Then he returned his attention to the gift still delicately clutched in his other claws. He didn't want to break it. To snap it. His tail thumped as he thought and he turned to walk back towards his nest. He wanted to wear it. To show Mikey how much he appreciated the gesture. The thoughtfulness. He settled down onto his plastron, tail curling around his body. Oh. That was an idea. Don pulled his tail closer, lifting it up. He ever so carefully began to roll the beaded string over the end of his tail, gently lifting it over his spikes until it was sat nice and snug. The charm dangled and caught the light as the tip of his tail wagged in the air. Don purred, so so content, as he finally moved to relax into the soft folds of his nest. He'd have to find the younger turtle later to properly thank him.

xXx Thank you so much @belleyellsaboutturtles for this absolutely perfect gift!! I can't wait to send you yours in return!! Please enjoy some doodles that this lil interaction inspired:

And how I imagined the card to look!!

~ Cadoo 🐾 @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Bracelet

Mikey walked into the nest, a skip in his step. For the last couple of days, he’d been sneakily crafting a bracelet for one of his cabin mates and new friends! He'd left everyone else in their cabin a bracelet too. Don's was the last one he had to deliver.

The box turtle knew the turtle didn't hang around the cabin too much. It was uncomfortable, fitting his large body into something so confining. Instead, Don had a nest elsewhere in the cave where he could sleep and spend his time comfortably. Mikey had only been there once before, when hunting down marshmallows, and he was happy to discover he remembered where it was.

"Don?" The box turtle called into the alcove as he skipped in, gift in hand. "Anyone home?"

No reply. Huh. He must've come over when Don was out doing something. Ah, well, that was okay. Mikey hadn't handed any of their cabin mates their bracelets personally either. He'd wanted to see Don's reaction to the gift, but he was content leaving it behind for the reptile to find.

Mikey carefully placed it over a stalagmite. This way, it was closer to Don's eye level and easier to notice. Hopefully. At the bottom of the rock formation he placed a handmade card. It wasn't extravagant, but hopefully his friend liked it. It was a piece of white paper, with a marker portrait of Don and Mikey on front. It was a little singed and burned around the edges from a power mishap, but otherwise intact. On the back, it read "From Smokey (and Sparky)" with an orange smiley face.

Mikey stepped back and looked over his set up. He nodded to himself and smiled, satisfied, before turning around and leaving the nest to head back to the cabin for the night. Hopefully Don liked his gift.

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A/N: So I actually made Don's bracelet irl for @cadoodledoodleydoo! Pictures beneath the cut. There’s a quarter and 7 1/2 inch bracelet for scale reference lol. Don’s a big boy who get a big bracelet 💜 @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

#tmnt fandom family reunion #ggth!au comp.#ggth!au drabble #cadoodles #tmnt 2k3 #2k3 donatello #donju #sparky au #digital art #ggth!au

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