#mainly of donnie on his phone

[leisi-lilacdreams]

Happy (late) V-Day!

if i'm not late to something assume i'm dead lol i wasn't gonna do anything for valentines, but then i was tormented with an idea

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[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations Pt. 3!!!

Now that Leo and Raph are done, it's Donnie's turn for character analysis as a writing reference. So without further ado,

Donnie Character Notes

Language Habits:

Straight up talks like a redditor who hasn't touched enough grass (affectionate)

Oscillates between very scientific paper polished, sometimes adding a dazzle of shakespearean for dramatics, or abbreviations/a shorter version of a word with a more fun connotation (i.e. "brekkie" instead of breakfast)

Uses food as surprised exclamations or curses, "oh my peaches and cream", "banana pancakes!"

Emphasizes each syllable of a long word when he's excited or trying to make a point. Conquered becomes con-qu-ered

Either exaggerates his speech or speaks in deadpan

The science terms he uses as battle cries aren't chosen at random, but rather are related to the action/subject at hand, i.e. yelling "fibonacci" when throwing his spinning tech-bo

Will overly describe an item or a situation, and often gets caught up in these observations before processing what just happened

Will repeatedly yell "help!" when he's distressed and/or outnumbered

Refers to Mikey as "Michael"

Refers to his brothers as "brethren" or "gentlemen"

Refers to splinter as either "father", "papa", or "dad" depending on the weight of the situation

Refers to his tech as his "babies"

Answers the phone with, "You're conversing with Donatello"

Uses "gesundheit" instead of bless you

Personality:

The fixer, he supplies the family with tech and resources. He always has a trinket made for the situation at hand and/or offers his knowledge/data collected. He's always prepared to help. Even with outside resources, he likes to feel useful in solving their problems (i.e., building Todd that dog park)

The theater kid, in a similar vein to leo, Donnie has his own style of dramatics. He often uses shakespeare-like language, is mentioned to regularly recite the jupiter jim musical soundtrack, and has a music mode for his battle shell. He belongs on a stage, or at least thinks he does

Not good at lying, despite the glamour he can put on in the spotlight. This may be due to the side of himself that over explains his thoughts

An over-thinker, who really tends to over-complicate things. His first theory or idea will always be the most extreme buck-wild concept. After some filtering, he still word vomits

A dreamer/big idea guy. He does have big ideas and goals. A lot of these he's able to put into place, although some go a little haywire (see Albearto). He doesn't do things in halves, and puts everything into a project

Meticulous, someone who's very detail oriented. As mentioned before he tends to over-complicates things. This may be impacted by his love for data and collecting information (he does record Everything for a reason)

Always on the edge of violence, which is surprising. Donnie's not known as being the angry archetype of tmnt, but he can get a little violent in his fighting style and does often cite his desire to use lethal force

Low empathy, which is mainly due to his issues processing and recognizing emotions. He's been pegged as unemotional, but in canon he's rather emotional and expressionate, just lacking the skills to process such emotion (he's just like me fr)

Praise motivated, as seen with his interactions with Splinter. Also desires the praise of his brothers, who he doesn't feel understand him with all the teasing that's sent towards his direction. This also pushes him to seek validation and acceptance in other groups (i.e. the purple dragons), to feel a sense of security or belonging

Ignores his own mistakes, and will often pretend like they didn't exist or ever happen. This most likely has to do with his desire for praise, so he feels bad when he fails. If he never made a mistake, he never has to feel bad

Miscellaneous:

Fourth to unlock mystic powers

Uses "Bootyyyshaker9000" as most of his usernames and passwords, with his alt. username being "Alpha-Bootyyyshaker9000"

Has a fear of bees, spiders, and of course beach balls

Breaks the fourth wall the most

Loves the smell of pineapple, hates the texture

Has a hobby of rooting around in the junkyard and dumpster diving

Uses cheat codes in video games

Mikey's next of course :)

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎… ~

❤️👻💜👻🧡👻❤️👻💜👻🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟹: 𝙲𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟺𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 👁️👄👁️…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Are we there yet?” Mikey whined loudly. 

“Uh…no?” His immediate older brother said, sighing impatiently. 

“…Are we there yet now?” Mikey whined louder. 

“No, Mike.” Donnie huffed through his palm as he rested his cheek on his hand, effortlessly playing his Nintendo Switch as he started to drown out his younger brother’s consistent complaining and restlessness. 

Which…you would think he got used to by now. 

The orange cladded turtle let out a short grunt loudly and dramatically, dragging his hands down his face, “Are we there yet now—?”

“Mikey, I swear to God if you ask that question one more damn time I will not hesitate to open the car door and throw you into ongoing traffic.” Raph growled lowly at the youngest. 

“Boys…be nice to each other, please…” Splinter exclaimed from the front seat as he drove. 

“But Dad! Mikey’s being annoying!” The tallest turtle moaned and groaned as he sunk in the middle seat.

“When is he not?” Donatello mumbled under his breath. 

“Boys…” The rat said warningly. 

“…Sorry, Dad…” The teenager’s grumbled collectively as they glared at one another. 

The rodent father sighed, plugging his phone into the car unit as he stopped on a red light. “…Why don’t we listen to some Podcasts on the radio?” He offered, trying to find something that his boys would enjoy that didn’t involve ripping each of their tails off.

“Yohou listen to podcasts?” The purple banded teenager exclaimed curiously as he took off his headphones. 

“Of course!” Splinter announced proudly, “I’ve been listening to this one that Spy-itify recommended me…it’s really good and well thought out!”

“It’s…It’s…'Spotify', Dad…” The hazelnut eyed teen corrected. 

“That’s what I said; 'Spy-itify'.” The father said simply, causing Raph to facepalm and stuff his face right back into his phone.

“What’s the podcast about?” Michelangelo asked as he leaned his head on the closed window as Splinter started to drive again once more.  

“It’s about this man talking about nature…it’s extremely interesting; I think you three will enjoy it.” The charcoal eyed rat explained. 

“Huh…sounds cool enough.” Donnie snickered, “What’s the guy’s name? Like, the one who mainly talks in the podcast and stuff.”

“Zach Green.” The rat said. 

“He sounds like a drug dealer…” Raphael mumbled under his breath, earning some small snickers from his younger brother’s as their Dad started to play the podcast in the vehicle. 

A guy, most likely 'Zach Green', started singing as there was a ukulele playing in the background…

…And he sang…

…And sang…

…And. SANG.

And the three teenager’s wouldn’t have minded if the dude sounded…y'know, good! 

But he didn’t sound good. 

At all. 

“Grass is green~! The green is the grass~! The grass is the green and the green itself is greeeen~!” The speaker’s sung as the three teenagers collectively sighed as the Podcast continued to play amongst them. 

“…How about we play 'I spy' instead of listening to Shaggy get high?” Mikey suggested as his Dad hummed along to the tune…

Poor soul probably knew this song from heart…

“Anything but this.” Donnie agreed. 

“Best idea I’ve heard all day.” The second oldest murmured, crossing his arms as he looked at the youngest expectantly, “Well? You gonna say 'I spy' or what?”

“Let a guy think for a moment!” Mikey shrieked, “Okay, okay, okay…I spy with my little eye—”

“—More like pink eye.” The turtle with glasses giggled under his breath, trying to cover it as a cough as he saw his younger brother side-eyeing him. “Y'know, Dee…we could really go.” The orange banded teenager glared.

“Bet. Catch me outside. 3:30 on the dot.” The purple cladded mutant threatened. 

“Bet.” The youngest repeated. 

Donatello raised an unamused brow, “I already said 'bet' you phrase snatcher!” 

“You don’t own the word 'bet', you four-eyed freak!”

“God— 'BET' YOURSELVES!” Raphael snapped, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “I swear to literally anything and everything holy I am completely envying the fact that Leo doesn’t have to suffer in this freaking hell-hole with me.”

The second oldest leaned forward and tapped his Dad’s shoulder, “Speaking of which…how come Leo got to study with April while I—”

“We.” Donnie corrected swiftly. 

“—I had to stay with these two excuses for mutants, Dad?” Raphael continued, frowning deeper as his Dad became unresponsive and became completely entranced by the radio, “Dad? Dad? Dad? Daddy? Father? Dad— aaaaand you have your 'I’m locked in to this music' face…gotchu...” The tallest turtle huffed as he sat back down in the middle seat.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” The youngest huffed, “I spy something…grey/gray.”

“Grey/Gray? Grey/Gray as in ashy? Ashy as in you?” Donnie smirked, his smirk turning to a smug grin as the orange banded teen glared back at him with a mix of disdain and pure disgust.  

“Donnie, I swear—”

“Is it the car seat?” Raph muttered, dying in complete humiliation about the fact that this was his onlysource of entertainment. 

Michelangelo shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the seat, “Nope. Try again.” 

“Is it…Dad’s fur?” The turtle with glasses guessed.

“Nooooooope!” The smallest mutant dragged out, sticking his tongue out at the second youngest causing Raph to just sigh, slumping in the chair further.

This car ride was going to be his 13 Reasons Why…

“Okay…seriously, though. Raph-Taff, what’s up?” Mikey asked carefully, looking over his older brother’s stiff and utterly overall unhappy demeanor. 

The second oldest just grunted, glancing away and his frown drooping as he locked eyes with his immediate younger brother, “You can tell us anything.” Donnie assured.

“Well…not everything. Almost everything. Semi-everything.” The genius clarified, “Buuuut you get the point…”

“No, no Ihi really really dohon’t...” The red banded teen grimaced. 

“What Egghead Humpty Dumpty is trying to say is that you can tell us what’s bothering you. You haven’t been your usual…let’s just say 'Sarcastic Sappy Self'.” The hazel eyed teen confirmed, biting back a chuckle as he saw his purple themed brother gasp in offense. 

“I just needa get out of here…” Raphael emphasized, rubbing his temples like he’s seen centuries worth of knowledge, “School was rough. School is annoying. Kids are annoying. Y'all are annoying— no offense.”

“None taken.” The two youngest said in sync.

“And I just need to distress…” Said the older turtle, going on his phone only to be met with a completely pitch black screen, “And my phone is dead. Yip dee doo da fuckin' day…” He cursed. 

Mikey rubbed his chin in thought, leaning on the inside door hand rest, “I have an idea for that, actually. Just trust me.”

“'I have an idea' and 'just trust me'…two words I never want to hear come out of your mouth ever again.” Donatello insisted almost immediatelty. 

“Shut up.” The smallest mutant exclaimed to his immediate older brother, inhaling and exhaling loudly before continuing, “Okay…so I spy with my little eye—“

“Seriously?” The elder mutant deadpanned. 

“Trust me, I said!!!” The younger shouted once more to try and get his point across, “I spy something…black.” 

“…Black?” The second youngest asked, tilting his head. 

“Black.” Mikey confirmed.

“Ohooo…black.” Donatello snapped his fingers, nodding as he relaxed in his seat. 

“Black!” Michelangelo beamed as Raphael looked around in confusion, wondering if his younger brother’s were going to elaborate on this whole 'black' nonsense or if they were just going to communicate via gibberish. 

The red banded teen scratched his head in confusion, “…What is happening…?”

The youngest gave his red cladded older brother a knowing look, causing the red cladded mutant in question to just simply sigh longly, “Right riiiight…trust. I got it…”

“Uhhh…” Raphael hummed, looking around the car for something…well, black; as his little brother’s so veeeeery clearly stated. 

The chocolate eyed teen raised an uncertain eye ridge, pointing at his own black sweatshirt that he was wearing. 

The purple and orange duo nodded, “See? Black!” Donnie grinned, poking his older brother’s sides and causing his older brother in question to shriek loudly and try to cover his middles, wiggling his way over more to Michelangelo. 

Whiiiiiich…was a first. 

“Yeah! Black!” The smallest mutant smirked cheeringly, prodding the other side of the black sweatshirt wearing boy, “You got it?”

“Ihihi gohohot ihihat I-Ihi gahat ihat!!” Raph said immiediatley, kicking his legs on the car floor as he pushed on the other two’s shoulder’s. “Ehhhhh…I don’t think you do…” The young genius teased lightly. 

“Dohon’t a-act smahart with me yohou l-lihittle shIHIT NO!! Mihikey nonononohoh!” He said as he saw Mikey wiggling his fingers near his neck, causing him to try and hide his face in Donnie’s shoulder, swatting the youngest away. 

“D'aww~! Hey, big bro! Need a hug~?” The scientist said innocently, wrapping the taller in a hug as the shortest of the three skittered and scratched the red banded mutant’s shell lightly; almost barelytouching it. 

The red banded mutant in question wheezed loudly, banging his fists on the car seat whilst his legs stomped up and down, “Wohohoah! Mr. Deflating Balloon Man— yohou okay?” Mikey teased, making sure to trace the patterns on his elder brother’s shell in a very veeeery mean manner. 

“Are you boys alright back there?” Splinter asked, getting out of his trance as the podcast soon and finally ended. 

“We’re fine!” Donnie beamed, wiggling his fingers into the crooks of the chocolate eyed teen’s neck right beside him, “Right, Raph?”

Raph squealed loudly with laughter, not answering.

Well…not answering in word form, perhaps.

The Father rolled his eyes fondly at his son's, looking away from the rearview mirror and focusing back on the road. 

“See!? He agrees.” The youngest beamed, “We’re perfectly fine and dandy, Dadio.”

“'Fine and dandy?'” Donnie repeated in amusement, causing the orange banded teen to almost laugh as loudly as Raph currently was.

Key word: Almost. 

“Fine and dandy.” Michelangelo confirmed, kneading his hot-headed brother’s hips and sides as the taller leaped like a drunk frog, “STAHAHOP!! HIC LEHEHET HIC HIC GOHOHOH!!!” 

“People are gonna think we’re beating you up or something by the way you’re squirming, bud.” The purple banded turtle joked, letting go of the taller teenager as the smaller teenager spidered his fingers all over his tummy.

“MIHIHIHIKEY!!!” The older wailed, pushing the other’s hands away as they slowly but surely stopped. 

The two youngest’s giggled, fist bumping each other for successfully turning Raph’s frown upside down. 

Splinter drove into the O’Neil’s driveway as Leo walked out of the front door to the apartment, waving his goodbyes to April as he got into the car. 

The eldest sat in the front seat, buckling up as their Dad drove to their home.

The blue banded teenager let out a small snort, looking towards the back to see his immediate younger brother’s face the exact same shade as his own bandana, “Jeeheez..whahat dihid I miss?” 

“I daha— hic don’t wanna tahalk ahabohout it…” Raph grumbled, his beet red blush deepening on his face as Donnie and Mikey snickered slightly, giving each other one last fist bump of victory. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[sealofarchives]

Misc mini-oneshot 1 (Mainly platonic)

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn't make any edits so if some of the dialogue feels wonky (I had to deal with some annoying real life stuff which sort of influenced to writing this)

This is probably shorter than what I usually write so, I don't want to jinx myself with other stuff while I'm busy with classes

The three turtles hovered over the softshell turtle's shoulders as Donnie looked over (Y/N)'s new phone and the phone case covering it.

"For something that's supposed to protect the phone, Raph doesn't get why it has to be close to 50 bucks..."

"Its mainly because of the phone case, also acting as a charging system for some wireless ports."

"I still don't believe its quote on quote 'made of recyclable material' from what the packaging box says."

Donnie hands back your phone to you as you sighed.

"I kind of got rushed to pick a case because apparently there's also a difference between the regular and pro versions."

"I didn't want to stick with a bland basic color one but, the other options were either really tacky stuff. Or just random flower decorations."

"I think the flowers look really nice!"

"We could surprise you with a different phone case for your birthday!"

You smiled back at Mikey as his brothers were slightly humored at the idea.

"No offense, still insane that you went a week and four days only using it for assignments."

"And when you spent an entire Sunday waiting on a replacement battery from the store. Only for it to be a waste of time, realizing how old the phone really is."

You winced looking at the new phone just as Raph lightly smacked Leo's forehead from his comment.

"The old phone was a gift from one of my aunts but, since it takes like an hour to get there. Including her being busy with work, where it took until this Monday where she finally got the transfer pin..."

"I don't want to drive the same bad luck at Donnie."

"I dunno you were pretty lucky that your teacher got your email about the sudden situation. And she didn't mind the small updates in case the phone battery got in the way of your assignments."

"Also you got to see an old favorite character of yours from an unexpecting place regarding this year's halloween theme."

"Donnie would have gone into mad scientist mode if he got stuck with the situation you were in."

Donnie furrowed his brows at the box shell turtle in annoyance as you quickly changed the subject.

"Part of me was kind of stubborn not wanting to start fresh with the new phone."

"Like I was realizing how much I saved a lot of goofy photos of stuff I like and eventually..."

"The good times we have hanging out together."

"I might have gone on my parents' nerves about it but, I don't regret making that decision. Even if it felt like a witch cursed me with the worst tech issues."

Gentle smiles brightened the lair as Donnie scoffed.

"A cybernetic witch is nothing compared to my superb tech ninpo!"

"She could not handle the arsensal of various weapons aimed at her or making the worst mistake of picking on (Y/N)!"

"Mikey was right about the mad scientist part, just under a different context."

Donnie then proceeded to chase after his siblings as Raph saw a glance of your phone's screen.

The alligator snapping turtle grinning at the same photo that finally made you part of their chaotic friend group. Almost squished together in a group hug with April but, you hugging back at them.

[banana-pancake5]

—Letter From my Future Self—

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Chapter 2: The Beginning

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Note: I don’t know how to continue from the last chapter… This chapter takes place 1 month after the fight but before he is in the apocalypse. Sorry if that's confusing.

Everything finally seemed to be settling down. They had a new lair, practically

Everyone's injuries were healed, and they finally had a break.

So, to celebrate their victory over Shredder, Leo suggested they all go to Run of the Mill, which they did. Since no one had any plans, they thought walking there together and dining in would be fun. It was a nice walk filled with idle conversations and clever quips, which continued as they were seated.

Once the pizza arrived, Donnie enjoyed his classic pepperoni pizza, Mikey and Raph dug into their Meat Lovers, and Leo ordered a disgraceful pineapple pizza. Donnie would never understand his twin’s love for pineapple on pizza. Donnie honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Leo only pretended to like it to annoy him.

As their random conversations ended, Raph asked, “So, are you guys ready to head back?”

“Aw, come on, already? We just got here!” Leo whined.

“Actually, we've been here for approximately,” Donnie paused to check the time on his phone, “One hour and forty-three minutes… give or take.”

“Oh, I know! We should have a movie night!” Mikey chimed in from his side of the table. There was a hum of agreement from everyone before Leo quickly called dibs on the movie rights.

They had left Run of the Mill about 10 minutes ago, preferring the walk rather than portals yet again. Donnie had texted April about the movie night, to which she excitedly responded with an all-caps “YESSS” before he shared the disappointing news that Leo had chosen the movie. Upon hearing that, her excitement seemed to dwindle ever so slightly. They could only assume he would choose Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies, mainly because Leo refused to tell them his choice. Although he constantly reassured Donnie by saying, “Trust me! You’re going to love it!”

After walking a few more minutes, they made it to the entrance of their new lair in the subway.

Mikey and Leo rushed forward to claim their favorite movie seats while Raph set up his cushioned nest that he always made out of his many plushies, pillows, and blankets for movie nights.

Donnie would have joined the rest of his family, but he thought he’d stay a little further away in the subway for now. He wanted to make sure April came safely. She had only been to the new lair a handful of times, and it was always hard to navigate, especially now that they didn't have Mikey’s graffiti to help guide them. All around the old lair was graffiti carefully thrown up with hints, only visible to those who knew what to look for, to direct them through the sewers. In this new lair, he had hardly any time to decorate the walls with his colorful masterpieces, although he had started a piece dedicated to Gram Gram where they planned to make their new dojo.

Donnie sat there, absently messing with his goggles, as he waited for April. Flipping them over his eyes and back to their place on his head. He messed with the settings. Went through a couple of his videos. He stumbled upon one particularly funny reenactment of a Lou Jitsu movie they had done. They turned the volume off and voiced over a couple scenes, purposefully getting the script wrong to annoy Pops. After that, he flipped the goggles back over his eyes and reviewed the settings options. He ventured through the different modes until he found himself looking around the subway in an attempt to pick up any mystic frequencies.

Towards the lair, he could see large traces of mystic energy, the significant amount easily explained by his brothers’ ninpo.

Mikey had said he could feel their ninpo, which made no sense. Their ninpo was something deep within them that wasn't tangible. He didn’t understand how Mikey could ‘feel’ it, but now, with the help of the crystal from Draxun’s lab, he found a way to, in a sense, ‘see’ their ninpo. So, though he still couldn’t feel their ninpo, he could see it radiating all around them. It was… comforting in a way. He didn’t know if he would ever comprehend the magic within them, but seeing it helped him understand it.

Although, after he turned away from the lair, he saw faint wisps of mystic energy different from his brother’s. “Well that’s new,” he muttered to himself. They seemed… familiar, though he couldn't place it. Like a dream, you can’t remember or a thought you just lost

The wisps, once scattered and roaming, seemed to be gathering together. “I should archive this… for my mystic archive,” Donnie whispered as he pressed record.

The wisps briefly flickered brighter before dimming to their original faint glow. Then they started moving again, floating higher a few feet from him.

Donnie stared and whispered, “Maybe I should get the others,” but the moment he turned his head towards the lair he felt a pulse of energy.

He whipped his head back toward the wisps only to find what looked like a crack in the air, vibrant and sparking. He stood in shock as he saw the sparking crack in the air slowly expand. “Cool, cool, cool. This is fine,” He reassured himself as he began to examine the crack from what he deemed a safe distance, “Ah yes, what a completely normal and scientifically possible… thing I am seeing. He said sarcastically.”

Within a moment the crack became a gaping hole slightly larger than himself. He flipped his goggles to their place on his head and witnessed the vibrant orange tear through the air. It was like a fire burning and crackling.

In any other scenario, he would have rushed to his brothers to alert them of this cosmic anomaly but as soon as the crackling hole appeared it began to fade. It crackled and flickered unstablely. He needed to know more about it before it was gone. He couldn't let this go unexplained.

So, without thinking, he stepped towards it, reached forward, and his fingertips went through.

It was a strange sensation. His fingertips felt numb but… slightly tingling with a dull sting. Not enough to hurt, just a minor discomfort. He carefully pulled his fingers out. No harm done. The hole was still shrinking so he kept investigating while he could.

He reached his fingertips in, then pushed his hand through. The same tingling feeling now engulfed his whole hand. His eyes were fixed on the orange glow wrapping around his wrist. He watched the crackling edges with a focused stare, trying to gather as much information as possible.

A sudden vibrant blue contrasted the orange glow. Before he could take in the sudden scenery change, a loud (and rather obnoxious) voice shouted from behind, “Hey Don-Tron, Where’s April??”

Donnie startled, his concentration snapped from the glowing crack and he began to fall forward. Reflexively, he thrust his arm forward to catch himself— that arm being the same one currently inside a glowing mystic hole. The action practically throwing himself into it.

Suddenly, It was as if everything had stopped. His body slowed as it approached the mystic hole, his mind racing. He tried to move, to catch himself with his battleshell, but his body wouldn't react.

Then all too fast time seemed to catch up to him. Gravity heavily pushed against him, “Nononono NO,” he screamed as he plummeted face-first into the glowing unknown.

— MasterPost — Previous — Next (coming eventually) —

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Notes:

I hope y’all enjoyed it!! If anyone would like to be added to the tag list please tell me :D

Tag list:

@exhaustedwriterartist @jadetheblueartist @cookiedoesart64 @tdillustrates (<- bc u said you were excited for the next chapter)

[dysfunctional-doodle]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW CHAPTER

i’m sure the music will keep you entertained!

like that he doesn’t comment on the fourth wall breaking anymore. also, surprisingly accurate description for donnie!

i bet he has a fifth sense. i bet his plastron can tell the weather

the absolute SASS of this turtle omg

this is my favourite voice note description right here. this one.

the blatant dr prankenstein erasure from dr prankenstein himself…… smh………… (love all the titles he has for himself tho)

HE’S SO SWEET I CAN’T HANDLE IT AGHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 (i love the pb&j duos you write here)

sobbing absolutely sobbing the pb&j is strong with this one ,,,,,, oh my hearttttttt

dude this fic gets better chapter by chapter, it’s mega ultra super impressive!!

i await tech’s response somewhat anxiously…….. oooooooo this is gonna be GOOOD

mildly worried that i’ll miss a few chapters when i go to poland for summer because i’m not allowed to use my devices there as often cus y’know we don’t see our family so often so let’s not let the phone get in the way but HEY we’ll see how things go! i probably won’t be crawling around in your imbox for the next few updates (depends when we’re going. i wish i could remember)

uhhhh anyways yeah! this is a super cool chapter, love how you write pb&j duo through any universe, and i can’t wait to read more! :3

I love the pb&j duo, ranking second on my personal list (beaten slightly by the sunset duo in some iterations, mainly 2003). As a whole I like the B Team dynamic the best, as sometimes it is favoured above the sunset duo depending on the iteration :)

I am actually on holiday starting tomorrow, for a week, so I might be delayed in updating anyway dw. I hope you enjoy your trip, sounds so cool!

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie is working on some little bipedal turtle 3D models. He explained it was for a new game idea he had. The audience was kinda confused, because Donnie was already still working on his other games project. So they asked.

"Hmm? I see a good portion of the chat today are not part of that Discord. In short, the game is basically done. We're just going through a rigorous bug hunt, and one other issue before release." Donnie switches the screen to show a menu screen.

On the menu screen is three 3D anime style girls in typical poses, but then it glitches slightly so the girls eyes are now purple with some symbols in them, before going back. Also on the screen is a little dragon like stuffed animal that moves between the girls. The game title is 'Stream Restore!' in changing font so that it matches each girls aesthetic.

"For those you don't know this is Stream Restore, the game in question. I won't go into detail because I might spoil something. The main reason, other than bugs, that we haven't released it yet is mainly distribution. And maybe some localization issues. But most how do we distribute the game to others."

Donnie switches to a screen with a spreadsheet of pros and cons of different places that indie developers can sell their games from.

"Clears Throat. As you can see, we're going over the different, would the word be publishers?, sites that you buy the game from, you can see we even have a note of just distributing it ourselves from our store, but it's still a bit of a holdup." Donnie stops to take a drink from a cup that reads 'Spare Battery Juice'.

"Anywho, that is for a different day. What I want to focus on is seeing how well I can put together this new game. It's going to just be a little 'Cozy Game' thing. Though it's going to be based on our backstory. Let me bring up the-" Donnie pauses and turns to look slightly down at something.

"Hello. How may I help you, little lost one?" Donnie quickly mutes his mic before anything else can be heard.

The audience can see that Donnie is talking to someone, and even grabbing his phone to call someone. But they're going a bit nuts with wondering what is going on.

Then Donnie, without un muting, switches the screen to show a game environment that resembles a defunct underground train station with fairt lights strung all over. He then starts to add and move around little pieces of furniture. Then adding one of the little turtle models and had it walking around the environment.

For the next few minutes Donnie is moving things around and changing colors, and switch out the turtle with a salamander, and then started to dress up the model.

He pauses again, and looks up towards someone likely Raph and talks with them shortly before they left, and Donnie un mutes his mic.

"Sorry about that. Red is watching Stars sibling again, and they keep wandering off during games. And apparently they like the studio because of the random stuff we leave sitting around here." Donnie pauses to look behind himself at the studio, "We should clean up a bit in here, some of this stuff is a potential tripping hazard... but that is for later. Now let me actually explain what I was just doing while entertaining my potential younger brother-in-law."

The next bit of the stream is just that. Going over various ideas for this little game, and possible plans. All while purposefully ignoring those who want to know more about the 'brother-in-law' comment.

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Masterpost

I feel like I'm just gonna start having Donnie talk about game ideas I have, but no idea how to make them, or if they're possible.

[theunholyrogue]

a bad day (Bayv! Donnie x GN! Reader) part 2

Finally!! I have had major writer’s block over this part so I hope this cuts it! :)

Tw: angst; happy ending, description of pain and wounds, abuse/physical assault, hints of SA, cursing, hints towards sex, 18+.

Tag: @lovelyladylavie (SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER! 🥺)

read part one here

What the hell had happened?

You groaned, your head pounding as you started to come to. You felt the dirty, rough carpet scratch against the side of your face, individual strands flush against your eye, invading your ocular space as your lids fluttered open.

Had they hit you?

Your vision was spotty with black orbs and your mouth was dry. You wondered how long you had been passed out while manuvering your arms and hands to your side, slowly pushing your upper body off of the floor. Your body was damn-near retaliating against you, you hadn’t taken a cold shower to cool your muscles down after your fight, your face was aching from the blow to your nose, and the rest of your head followed suit with a pounding migraine.

Once you sat up, you held your palm to your head, applying pressure in a weak attempt to take the pain away, especially as you pushed yourself to your feet and leaned against the nearby wall. You gazed around, the room being left still and quiet, noticing the brown shards of a beer bottle scattered about the floor.

Bloody hell…

Moving forward, you walked around the corner of the room, looking into the kitchen and saw it just as messy as it been left earlier that day, at least you assumed it was the same day. You eyes focused on the stovetop clock, reading over the green digits.

01:15

You paused, patting the pockets on your jacket and then looking back into the living room, spotting your phone underneath the coffee table covered in butts and booze. You stumbled over, bending over and pulling the mobile device out from it’s hiding spot. You sighed a breath of relief to see that it was only the next day, you were only out for a few hours.

You also noticed the amount of texts and missed calls from Donatello, as well as the other turtles and April, concerned for your safety and why you weren’t answering them. For your safety and theirs, nobody in your friend group knew where you resided, so you could understand their worries if they couldn’t even come check on you.

You proceeded in checking the rest of the house, seeing that your guardian was gone. You had suspected that they went to work, so you took time opportunity to lock yourself up in your room. You flipped the lights on, moaning as the brightness overloaded your senses and caused your head to pound, but you knew that you needed to inspect the back of your head.

Thankfully, you didn’t feel any shards of glasses lodged into your scalp, however, you did have a cut that had slowed down in bleeding, you still felt like it was open enough to need medical intervention.

Checking your phone once again, thumb swiping through various notifications — halfway ignoring the majority — you tapped on the text thread between Raphael and yourself.

You were closest to Raphael outside of Donatello. It wasn’t always that way, however. It took the mutant some time to get used to you, especially since you and his brother started dating. He eventually warmed up to you once he realized that you weren’t going anywhere, and a great friendship had blossomed. You two would train together occasionally, take out silly frustrations on each other through boxing — him mainly due to Leo and you, your homelife and other human-directed problems.

You were upset at Donatello for how he had ditched you earlier, and seeing April’s notifications didn’t help with the negative feelings that continued to fester. So, you tapped on Raphael’s icon and started to call him instead.

Ring…

Ring…

“Where the hell are you?!” Raphael’s voice boomed over the speaker. You could hear the rest of the turtles asking various questions — Is it them? Are they okay? What happened? And so on…

“M’house,” you replied, your voice cracking from lack of use.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

You shook your head, looking outside the window as you spoke, “I think I need a stitch.”

“Why?”

You explained what had happened when you got home, how the wound felt, and how you felt at this moment.

“ ‘Right, Don can-,”

“No,” you interrupted, walking over to your bed and collapsing onto it, “I don’t want his help, he didn’t have time for me earlier so I don’t want it now,” you continued.

The other end of the line was quiet for a few moments, and you started to speak to fill the silence.

“I’m just letting you know that I’m fine. See ya’ later,” you hung up before anybody could speak up. Dropping the phone to your side, you pushed yourself off of the bed and stumbled out of the bedroom, making your way into the bathroom. Figuring a shower would help with the overwhelming body pain and cleansing of your wounded head, you didn’t hesitate at the opportunity.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you started your shower, but as soon as you turned the knobs to cut the water off and exit, it was much colder in the room than it was when you first entered. You shivered, grabbing a towel from its hanging spot on the outside of the glass door and wrapping it around your body.

“Why is it freezing?” You quietly asked yourself as you stepped out of the bathroom, looking at the thermostat across the hall and setting it at a higher temp. You rushed to your room afterwards to get dressed, nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Ahh!”

“Ahh!” He screamed back, averting his gaze as if he had never seen your body before — much less wrapped up in a towel.

“How did you know where I live?!” You asked, gripping the towel.

“You’re asking me that question?” Donatello asked, looking from the window to the ceiling.

“Okay, true… Why are you here?”

“Because I was worried about you, especially after-,”

You cut the terrapin off, “No, shouldn’t you be with April? Fixing a camera? Helping with an issue? Ya’ know, running to the damsel in distress like you always do?” You snapped.

Donatello mumbled your name.

“I’m sick of it! I have never asked you for anything more important than to come to just one of my matches, the most important match, and no — April O’Neil and her camera were more important to you than I was. I am your partner, but I’m not going to stay with you if I always get treated like the second choice, I don’t deserve that, especially when all I have done to you was love you unconditionally and supported you through everything,” You let it all go, allowing a tear or two to slip as you spoke.

You expected Donatello to give his condolences, to turn around and leave. That had been his reaction to minor arguments in the past between the two, as if the genius was inept to normal conversations. You sucked a deep breath in as his gaze swapped from ceiling to floor, watching for any reaction he could have, minor or major.

You just knew it was going to end here.

And you weren’t ready for it…

The terrapin stood up from the edge of your bed, towering over you even at the slight distance you both had between you. Your gaze followed him as he walked over to you, standing in front of you for a mere moment before dropping to his knees and bowing over your feet. Startled, you stepped back and avoided kicking him in the face, but you froze as he started to speak, listening as your name slipped off of his tongue.

“I have been the worst partner to you, my dear. I have not put you first in my life and that is completely unacceptable. I don’t have an excuse for treating you this way, and I am so sorry for making you feel like you came last to me. I understand if you want to end our relationship, to find better than I have been giving you, but, if you’ll give me the chance, I promise to show you that you are my number one, that you are my person, and that you’ll never, I mean never, come last again.”

You felt your heart flip in your chest, your anxiety relieving itself that the situation did not have the outcome that you had expected.

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his shell and sat on your knees in front of him. You moved your hand from his shell to underneath his chin, ushering the turtle to look up at you.

“You have the chance,” you replied softly, causing his face to light up. He raised up from his bowing position and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a hug.

Burying his face into your neck, Donatello mumbled multiple ‘I love you's' into your skin.

“Ya’ love me?”

“Well, of course,” he replied.

“Prove it,” you mumbled, a smirk crossing along your features, sending Donatello in for a loop.

“I’ll prove it, but only after I stitch your cut,” he winked.

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You found yourself waking up in your bed, alone. Rubbing your eyes and knocking the sleep buildup away, you looked over at your nightstand to see a notecard along a packet of Tylenol and a bottle of water. You reached over and grabbed the packet, opening it and quickly downing the pills with your water before looking at the note.

“Good morning, my love. I left you some headache medication and water, you may need it after last night ;). I love you. -D.”

Rolling your eyes and making an attempt to stop the giddy smile forming on your face, you reached for you phone to glance over the notifications. You paused and read one particular text sent by Raphael not too long ago.

“For someone who is mad at Donnie, you sure left a lotta hickeys on his neck.”

You felt your face start to burn as you gazed over the text, tossing your phone aside before yanking it back into your grip and responding,

“Shut up, mind your business.”

Ding!

“Well it’s hard to mind my own when your business is covering him head to toe, :P”

You mentally cursed at the turtle, but what could you do at this point?

———

After making sure that your guardian was asleep, you dressed yourself in a casual attire and made your way down to the gym to talk to your coach about the incident that happened the night before between you and Eric.

“You ain’ got no worries! He was caught on tape from before the match to afta’.” Your coach explained.

“Eric is banned from our gym and we have let locals know. Howeva’ it’s up ta’ you if you wanna press charges or not,” he continued, looking to you and waiting for an answer.

Despite the evidence that you had, you shook your head. You had heard of way to many people getting hurt or more over situations such as this, and the only thing you wanted to do was to let it go.

Your coach asked if you were sure, and you were adamant on dropping the entire thing. You knew that you were unlikely to see the boy again, and you felt a great sense of ease knowing that you had the turtles on your side. Anybody would call you stupid for not pressing charges, but you truly didn’t have the means or support to move forward with doing so.

After speaking to your coach, you found yourself knocking on April’s apartment door.

You had nothing against the female, even if you and your boyfriend had had arguments involving her. You knew that she was never intentionally trying to cause you two to argue, plus you knew that she defended you because you had heard it in more cases than one when it came to Donatello venting. While you two were really only close because of the turtles, you knew that you could depend on her for anything, to be there for you.

You watched as the door opened up and she greeted you warmly, allowing you to come inside and asked what was up.

“I need a place to stay,” you stated, watching for her response.

She nodded, “Okay, I have an extra bedroom, is everything okay at yours?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s never been okay. My guardian is a raging alcoholic who is plummeting further into debt over their addiction rather than paying for household bills. Last night they got physical in a scratch we had and they hit me over the head with a bottle and I’m fearing for my life, but what’re the cops gonna do? They’ve never helped me in the past and kept me there with them.” You explained, allowing yourself to be vulnerable.

“Oh my, yeah, of course you can stay,” April replied.

“I can help with bills or groceries, whatever you need, at least until I can get my own place,” you stated, but she shook her head.

“Don’t worry about any of that right now. You are most than welcome to stay here as long as you like, but focus on getting out of school first.”

You nodded, allowing a breath that you had been holding in unknowingly to be released and smiled, “Thank you,” you spoke and hugged the female.

April hugged you back, waiting for you to pull away first before you left her apartment and headed back to your home.

Quietly, you grabbed a duffle bag and packed your clothes and shoes into it. You hadn’t realized how little that you actually owned until making this decision, and the duffle still had room for your toiletries.

You didn’t own very many personal belongings, not with how your guardian would snoop around your room at times and destroy it at others. So whatever you did own, you managed to stuff it down into your book-bag or your smaller duffle that you used for boxing. Whatever you had left could be considered junk for your guardian to rummage through, and you quickly scurried out of the apartment with your three bags.

April had already had the room set up for you when you had got back, and you took an hour or so to unpack and put away what you had brought.

“Looks like we’ll have to go shopping. The closet is hardly full and you haven’t touched the dresser, yet!”

“Hey, I’m content with the little I have!” You giggled, putting away your shoes and turning to April, revealing the half empty closet, “Annnnd, done!”

“Yeah, you need more clothes. Anywho, here is your key to the apartment,” she stated and held out a silver key in her hand. You took it and attached it to your keychain, thanking her in the process.

“Hey, I’m about to head down to the lair, want to tag along?” You asked, but April shook her head.

“Sorry, I’m working this evening. Tell the guys that I said hey!” She replied before leaving the room.

———

It was well into the late afternoon by the time you were heading to the lair. April had been long gone at work and so you took your normal shortcuts to get the turtle’s hideout. However, you felt a sudden grip around your arm that had yanked you into the alleyway you were walking by, with a calloused hand covering your mouth.

You looked up at the perpetrator to see that it was Eric, who looked like he was about to tear New York City apart.

“Missed me?” He asked, his bushy red eyebrows furrowed together as his body pressed against yours. He held his leg against yours to avoid being kneed like last night, and his free hand had managed to maneuver both of your wrists above your head in one swoop.

“I might’ve let you get away easily last night, but you won’t be as lucky today. I heard that I’m banned from all the gyms around hear now, but what I wanna know is did you press charges?”

You shook your head, a grin now growing along his features, “Maybe you should’ve, ‘cause I ain’t going away.”

You felt his breath hit your neck, and you trembled against his body. As much as you tired to fight back, Eric had you in a hold that you were struggling to free yourself from.

Slamming your eyes shut, you waited for this nightmare to be over, and suddenly you felt an over-looming presence in the air.

“Step away from my girl, or else,” you heard a familiar voice whisper, opening one of your eyes to see Donatello swallowing the two of you in his casted shadow.

Eric had yet to realize how threatening Donatello’s presence is, chuckling as he turned his head, stating to the turtle, “Yeah buddy, why don’t you just fuck off and find your own sl—,” the boy paused, his eyes trailing up to finally meet with the terrapin hovering over him.

An audible sound of liquid started dripping down onto the concrete below as Eric cried out, letting you go and running away from the scene of the crime, a trail of urine following suite as he screamed. Donnie had quickly scooped you up and made haste onto the closest rooftop to avoid detection. He then set you down, but you were shaken up.

Had you really been in that situation… again?

What if Donnie hadn’t of shown up?

Would anybody have helped you?

Donatello called out to you by your name, catching your attention by snapping his fingers in front of your face. You glanced up at him with tears welding up in your eyes and he quickly pulled you into a hug.

“Hey, hey, no need to cry,” Donnie spoke softly, running his palm against your back as you broke down. “I know it’s been a bad day or two, but we can make it better. Shhh, shhh, I love you with all of my heart, we are going to get through this together, me and you. I promise.”

[lixnininotnay]

"Don't worry... I'm your friend, remember?"

Well, I finally got one of my sketches done. I must say, drawing on the phone is more difficult than I used to remember. The only difference between the two drawings is the eye color.

Anyway, while I was drawing this, I was thinking about two possible scenarios:

Content Warning: Yandere, obsessive and controlling behavior, stalking(mainly online), catfishing, kidnapping mention.

About Y/N: they/them pronouns and neutral terms, such as: obsession, friend, darling, when talking about the reader.

1) Donnie befriending and becoming obsessed with someone he met online. It would go as far as straight-up kidnapping or with him pretending to be human using the Cloaking brooch and meeting up with them a few times, but eventually, his friend finds out. Maybe it would depend on how far the obsession had gone.

2) Or Donnie hacking Y/N's friends' devices and pretending to be them, so he can gather some information about his darling and then, ruin whatever friendships and relationships they have. I imagine that he would just delete the contact, or hack the person's account and use it to permanently block Y/N if it was just a friend or someone they didn't talk to that much, but if it was someone they were close to, talked to all the time, or even worse: someone his obsession liked, and even flirted with... Donnie would go an extra mile, to say the least.

There is a fanfic here on Tumblr with the second scenario I mentioned called "All for You.", I recommend checking out ^^ .

I was taking a break from drawing this, I think two days ago, when I happened to stumble across this fanfic.

That's it for today. I will post some fluff next time, probably traditional art (along with some of my digital drawing failures) because drawing on my phone is ✨️painful✨️, bye.

[oddly-casual]

Mutant Mayhem Spoilers

(Donnie appreciation post, he’s a little instigator)

Okay I’m being a little Dramatic abt the instigator thing, but I think I’m mostly right.

Before MM was released and all we had were trailers I heard a lot of people talking about the potential dynamics of all the brothers, mainly that Raph was going to be the Rebel older brother that Donnie and Mikey follow with Leo being a wet blanket.

And while they were right about Leo being a wet blanket sometimes (it’s the anxiety), I think Donnie takes the mantle for a lot of the rule breaking and planning in this movie.

In the very beginning when Raph suggests staying out longer, Donnie instantly pulled out his phone and put the idea of the Movie in everyone’s heads. Didn’t even wait for Leo to response before he was off and Raph and Mikey followed. Almost like he already had it locked and loaded.

Donnie is the first one to come up with the plan to gain acceptance through catching Superfly, which all his brothers are immediately on board.

In almost every scene when Donnie is driving he’s always pulling some NASCAR, Mario cart, movie logical racing that gets them out of all pinches, and-

Donnie was the one who snapped out of it the quickest when Superfly was threatening to grind them into powder- able to divert attention and make the whole ‘we don’t like this plan’ seem like a joke and even offering to drive by himself so they could be closer to the machine piece.

He’s also the first one who yells at Cynthia when they’re put in the milking machine, which requires some guts ngl-

Almost every plan or outspoken moment or even quick save is done by Donnie. (With Raph coming in second for those quick saves)

I’m just super happy that Donnie got a ton to do in this movie and we can really see his potential.

And Donnie is still the smartest! He wasn’t the smartest because he was a tech master, he was the smartest because he could drive and he’s straight up the biggest opportunist in the film, with his smarts being more subtle then outright. It’s a different take on Donnie’s intelligence and I’m really glad they did it.

[crackedpumpkin]

Would it be possible to have a oneshot of rise Leo reacting to the reader telling him that she is pregnant? pretty pleaseeee?

Hello hello lovely, I'm so sorry this is so late! I've been drowning in projects and schoolwork, but I hope this is alright! It's my first time writing about a pregnant reader, so very new for me! (mainly because I myself am not pregnant) Regardless though, I hope you enjoy!

|| ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴊɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ || ʀᴏᴛᴛᴍɴᴛ ʟᴇᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Your hands grip the toilet seat so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You stare down into the murky water, traces of puke coating the toilet bowl inside. You feel yourself gag, and your stomach lurches before you continue to empty out its contents.

The pungent smell burns your eyes, and you spit out the remaining bits of whatever was left in your mouth. You exhale shakily, reaching up and pulling down the lever that flushes the toilet. As your puke gets washed away with the swirling whirlpool of water, you collapse on the floor, exhausted from having emptied your guts for the past ten minutes.

Whatever stomach bug you were having, it was terrible.

"You okay, babe?" You look up with a weary gaze, eyes softening when you see the concerned look on your boyfriend's face. He bends down, patting your back gently and rubbing small circles. You close your eyes, slumping against him with a soft sigh.

"I am now." You hum, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. "We should get Donnie to take a look at it," Leo suggests, looking around in hopes of pulling his nerdy brother to take a look at your condition.

"I'm fine, babe. I just need some rest. It's really early too." You shake your head, reassuring your beloved. "If you say so…" Leo picks your weak body off the ground, holding you close in a bridal carry. He brings you back to your shared room, gently placing you on the messy bed. 

"I'll go get some water for you, okay?" He kisses your forehead, chuckling when you shoo him away from pecking your lips. "Don't kiss me yet," You laugh, pushing him away with the little strength you can muster. 

Your eyes slowly flutter shut, the last sight being the adorable grinning face of your boyfriend looking back at you from the doorway before heading to the kitchen. You drift off to sleep again, having gotten used to your new routine of late. 

You stir a while later, awoken by Leo sitting beside your exhausted figure. "What time is it?" You groan out, blinking to rid the blurriness of your vision. You sit up groggily, leaning on your boyfriend for support. 

“It’s…uhm…” Leo glances at the phone on his nightstand, tapping it twice. The screen lights up, and his eyes skim over the time quickly. "It's noon." He answers your question, handing you a cup of water.

You take it from him, sipping slowly in case your body decides on its own will to throw it back up again. "That stomach bug looks like it's been troubling you, though. I really think you should ask Donnie for a checkup." He pouts when you shake your head again, his lower lip jutting out as he crosses his arms.

You giggle, pressing a sweet kiss to his jawline. He practically melts at your touch, fighting back a silly grin.

"I gotta go meet Pauline in a while, love. Let's have a movie date when we're back?" You suggest, getting off the bed. Leo instinctively makes space for you, watching you walk to the shared closet opposite him. 

"Alright, I hope you have fun, babe. Let me know if you need any help from your boyfriend." Leo watches you grab a change of clothes, following you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. 

"I will. Don't worry, babe." You smile, starting to undress. You catch Leo's eyes raking over your body, checking you out appreciatively. You send a playful glare his way, gesturing for him to join you. He throws his katanas aside happily, skipping into the hot shower with you. 

You dry yourself with the fluffy towel on the hook next to the bathroom sink, patting dry Leo's shell before changing into a pastel blue dress. The balloon-like sleeves provide comfort and are airy enough to combat the weather. You do a quick turn for Leo, who nods in approval. 

You begin to brush your teeth, and Leo does the same beside you. You stare at him in the mirror above the sink, a mischievous idea forming. Your elbow nudges his side, and based on the twinkle in his eyes when his gaze meets yours, he had the same idea.

"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!" Your words come out muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth, grabbing Leo's outstretched hand as the two of you begin a competitive battle.

Alas, you lose when the menthol stings your tongue, and you turn to spit out the frothed-up toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly cup your hands together, water overflowing in your hands as you bring it up to your lips, gargling the cool liquid and spitting it back out.

"Ha! I win again! Make that ten wins for me and four losses for you." Leo cheers smugly, but the burn of the menthol gets to him, and he copies your actions. You giggle when he's unable to hold back, spitting out the toothpaste.

The two of you share a cheesy smile, content in the quiet morning. You head back to his room together, your hands loosely entwined. He only lets go when you have to brush your hair, but even then, he insists on doing it for you. You sit on his bed again and feel the mattress dip when he sits down behind you. 

His fingers gently coax the stubborn knots in your hair, returning them to their usual smooth strands. He expertly brushes your hair, and your eyes close, almost lulled to sleep by how tenderly he holds you. 

His fingers continue to thread through your hair, and you feel his lips press against the back of your head once he's done. You turn around, briefly pressing your lips against his in a soft kiss before standing up and grabbing your purse. 

"The pink or the blue?" You hold up two hair bands. Leo has his fingers under his chin, frowning as he looks between the two choices you hold up to him. "The blue." He finally decides. "It shows that you're mine, after all." 

"I guess so." You shrug, sliding it into your hair and doing one last outfit check. You rifle through your purse, applying some lip balm. You feel an arm around your waist, smiling at your clingy boyfriend. 

"Do you have to go?" He whines, placing his head on your shoulder and giving you his best puppy eyes. "I already cancelled on her once to spend time with you, Leo. I can't do that again." You reply with a simple shake of your head.

He groans dramatically, flopping down onto his bed with a frown. You chuckle, walking over and getting on top of him. You sit on his exposed chest, leaning down and kissing his lips deeply. 

Leo kisses back immediately, tasting the faint strawberry on your lips. His hands slowly move to your waist, leisurely sitting up. Your lips part in a gasp when his hand tangles itself in your hair, tugging it gently. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, eyes closed and hands starting to sneak up your thighs. 

Your eyes fly open at this, and you push him away gently. "Oh no, you're not doing that again, mister." You scold playfully, removing his hands from your waist and thigh. "Do what?" Leo bluffs as if he hadn't just attempted a tried-and-true tactic guaranteed to keep you in the lair with him.

You tap his nose, wrinkling your own cheekily as you get off his lap. You arranged your hair again, adjusting your dress, so it wasn't evident that you were just making out. "I'll see you later tonight, okay? I'll even let you decide the movie." You negotiate. His eyes light up at this offer, a cheeky grin on his lips. 

"You promised!" He whoops, excited at the chance to finally choose a silly movie for your movie date tonight. 

You hide a smile and leave the lair, walking to the coffee shop where you had arranged to meet Pauline. The door jingles when you open it, and you walk over to a table in the back. You take a seat, pulling out your phone to text your friend that you had just reached. 

“Y/n?” You look up at the mention of your name, startled. You relax once you see a familiar face, greeting Pauline with a bright smile. You stand up, hugging her briefly before pulling away and sitting back down. She places her bag on the side of the table, looking at you with excitement. 

"It's been forever since we've met up! How are you?" 

"God, I'm so sorry I cancelled last time. I got caught up with something at home." Your cheeks colour crimson, remembering your limbs tangled with Leo's under the sheets, his lips on every part of your body. 

Pauline is quick to catch the dazed look in your eyes, smirking. "Don't worry, I get it." She waves it off, and you flush when you realize how suspicious you're acting. "It better have been good, considering you were an hour late." She jokes, but it only makes your cheeks turn a deeper red.

You stare at the menu in your grasp, your gaze so intense it could've bore a hole. "So, how was it?" Pauline perches her chin on her hand, regarding you with an eager twinkle in her gaze. 

"It was good…." You manage to squeak out, and your answer must have satisfied Pauline because she claps excitedly. "Does this mean…? She asks enthusiastically, discreetly pointing at your lower abdomen.

"What? No! I don't… I don't think so…." Your strong denial trails off, uncertainty in your voice. Truthfully, a small voice has been nagging you in the back of your head lately. The consistent puking…The change in appetite… 

But it couldn't be.

Could it?

"Wait." You're snapped out of your thoughts when Pauline sits upright, now serious. "Are you for real?" She asks. You're unsure how to respond, your hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen protectively. "I don't know…." You mumble. 

A moment of silence passes. "When was the last time you had your period?" She asks, her hands crossed. You hesitate, trying to recall. Your eyes widen, looking back up at her. "It's late."

"Have you started puking loads?" She continues to question. You nod in response, panic beginning to gnaw in the corner of your mind. You had been more tired lately but passed it off as everyday stress from work and the like.

Pauline exhales shakily, slumping back in her chair. She looks at you with a thoughtful stare, sensing that you're about to freak out. She leans over and grasps your hands, her new manicure the only thing you can focus on as she massages small circles into your skin. The purple nail polish glints from the sunlight reflecting off of it.

"Listen. We'll order some tea and head to a pharmacy just in case, okay? Nothing's confirmed yet, so don't freak out." She says confidently before grabbing her purse and heading to the counter to order, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You begin to fiddle with your fingers absentmindedly. The soft chatter of other diners around you fades into white noise. You inhale shakily, eyes fixed on the white tabletop.

All the symptoms made sense. The vomiting, the delayed period… constant nausea.

But it wasn't possible. You had used protection, didn't you?

… Didn't you?

You feel beads of sweat form on your forehead, recalling how caught up you were with Leo's touch that neither of you had even thought to check. Hands on bare skin and lips on yours were all you could recall. 

Not that it was bad, of course. You loved every second. And so did Leo, definitely. 

But why now, of all times? 

You had a job promotion coming up, and a possible pregnancy wouldn't be the best thing for your employer to consider. You needed that promotion if you were to advance in your career. 

This was bad.

This was very, very bad.

But nothing was confirmed yet, so maybe you had a chance.

Pauline soon returns with two takeaway cups, and you take the one she hands you. You gingerly sip the hot tea, the heat distracting you from your thoughts. Pauline grabs your other hand, tugging you up and starts to walk out of the cafe. You stumble after her, blindly following suit.

She guides you to the pharmacy next door, and you stare blankly at the aisle of pregnancy tests from different brands. 

"I usually get PregX or Guardian," Pauline tells you. Her glossy lips are pursed as she rummages through the many rows of small boxes, pulling out two separate ones with a satisfied smile.

You stay quiet but follow her to the counter, still dazed. You pull out your wallet, paying for the tests with your card. Pauline grabs the receipt with a brief thank you and grasps your arm gently. 

"Look," She speaks softly, perhaps sensing the true extent of how freaked out you are currently, "I know this is scary, but you need to check and get it over and done with, okay?" 

"Yeah, yeah. I mean…I don't know if I'm ready to find out…." You manage to say, your words coming out in almost a whisper. Your hands are shaky, and Pauline picks up on this immediately. 

"We'll do this at my place." She states firmly, linking your arm with hers. The both of you walk in silence to where she had parked her car a short distance away, and she opens the door for you. 

"I don't know if I'm ready to find out." You breathe out as the both of you pull up at her condo. Pauline flashes her condo ID card to the security guard, who raises the barrier for her to pass, sliding it back into her purse that you held on your lap. 

"Hey, you never know if it's gonna be true, but we should find out first." She turns the wheel, expertly parking. She opens the door and ushers you in. You place your bag on the comfy beige couch you had crashed on multiple times in the past, heading down the vast hallway into the guest bathroom. 

You shut the door behind you, hearing the clutter of Pauline in the kitchen. You take out the two boxes from the plastic bag in your grasp, placing them both on the counter. You quickly use one, hesitating with the other. It never hurts to be sure. 

"Done?" Pauline has some canned tomato soup in a pot over high heat and turns it off right when it boils. You nod, sitting down at the table. 

"Just gotta wait for twenty minutes." You laugh nervously, both hands cupping the takeaway cup from the cafe and taking a sip. The sweet scent of jasmine tea calms your nerves, the warmth of the tea seeping down your throat. 

Pauline places a bowl filled with tomato soup in front of you, silverware dangling precariously and threatening to drop into the boiling hot liquid. You grab it quickly, placing it in a safer position. 

She grabs a tray, loading up a plate of toasted bread and both your bowls of soup, moving to the couch. You sit cross-legged on the soft carpet, helping yourself to the food while she turns on the gigantic television in front of you. 

The both of you ate in silence for the next twenty minutes, but you could feel her worried glances every so often. You set aside the empty bowl and walked towards the bathroom. 

You hesitate to open the door, warm fingers barely grasping the smooth metal of the doorknob. You steel yourself, entering the bathroom with your eyes squeezed shut and fumbling around for the pregnancy test.

Your fingers grasp onto the end, and you bring it close. 

You can feel your heartbeat quickening, blood roaring as it rushes to your head. You were even beginning to feel a little light-headed.

Just look. You have to.

You take a deep breath, slowly opening your eyes.

It was like all time had stopped.

"Are you okay? What're the results?" Pauline enters the bathroom, concerned about why you are taking so long.

She pauses, taking in your blank stare and still figure, before her eyes travel downwards to see the pregnancy test's result in your hands.

Two red lines.

"I'm pregnant…." Your voice is shaky, and you turn to face her. Your eyes are tearing up, and the confirmation of it all is starting to overwhelm you.

"What about the other one?" 

You hold out the other in your hand, the results identical to the first. 

Now, you sit on the plush couch, practically sinking into the cushions. (Sometimes you stayed overnight just for this piece of furniture)

"I'm not ready to have a baby." You say softly, though a pained pang huts your heart right after.

"Are you gonna tell the father?" Pauline sips on some water from a wine glass, twirling it in her hands. 

"Yeah, of course!" You can almost picture how Leo would react with such excitement, promising the world to his kid. 

"Is it worth it?" Pauline's question brings you back to the present. To your job, to your career, to your life.

"I could always wait until after my promotion to take some time off…." You hum, staring down at your body. Now that you knew you were pregnant, it was as if you had become hyper-aware of everything and anything within 5 feet of you.

"If they try to fire you over the kid, you can sue them. Besides, you told me about your company's generosity, and they'd never throw you away. You're the only one keeping them afloat!" 

That was a good point she made.

"But the real question is, do you want this baby?"

Pauline was right. Did you want this? 

The result of you and Leo's love was being created inside you, a bundle of joy you knew would bring everyone happiness.

What if they were a boy?

Leo would teach him how to use his swords, you think with a chuckle. You'd find them wandering back into the lair after a day of goofing outside, drenched from the downpour. 

If they were a girl…

Leo would definitely be having tea parties with her. He'd oblige every whim of hers as much as he could, and you'd be the one to keep them both from going too overboard. 

You'd bake with them, teach them how to read and write… maybe even do some martial arts once they were old enough. You'd go to amusement parks together, and Pauline would most likely go overboard for Christmas and celebrations, sprucing up the condo penthouse to look like a winter wonderland.

They'd be the splitting image of the man you love and the fact that you and Leo created life? 

It brought you joy beyond compare.

You open your eyes, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling is the first thing you see. You watch it move slightly from the breeze coming through the open windows, finally making your decision.

"I want this."

You hesitate when you reach the lair entrance, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip.

God, how would he react?

Pauline dropped you off moments ago, wishing you good luck before driving to another business appointment. 

"Hey babe, welcome back! I'm deciding on the movie right now, as per our agreement." Leo greets you with enthusiasm, copies of various movies scattered around him as he contemplates the best one.

You make your way through the mess, sitting down on the couch.

"Babe?" You call hesitantly.

"Hm?" Leo's head is barely turned, eyes trained on the blu rays. 

"Do you think baby strollers are expensive?" 

"Yeah, probably. Look at the prices these days. They're skyrocketing!" 

Well, that was a failure.

You swallow down the lump in your throat.

"How about we watch Storks?"

"Aren't you scared of birds?"

"What about Boss Baby?"

"That's an option."

"Knocked Up…?"

"Ohhh, that's a good movie." Leo pulls it out, setting it aside before rifling through the stack for more movie options.

You stifle a groan at his obliviousness, sighing before the perfect way to reveal it finally hits you. You clear your throat. 

"Also, I don't think the vomiting's gonna stop anytime soon…."

"I told you to let Donnie take a look-" Leo's playful scowl drops when he turns to face you. You smile softly when his eyes meet yours, the sight of your hands rubbing your lower abdomen lovingly enough to finally clue him in.

"Wh- You're not- Are you-? But- Didn't we- But are you??" His words come out all jumbled, and you reach down, placing your hands over his. 

He stops, looking up at you with wide, questioning eyes that seem to silently ask if this was all a big prank, though a small glimmer of hope peeks through.

You nod.

"You're gonna be a dad." 

Leo practically lights up. He leaps to his feet, picking you up and spinning you around, overjoyed at the revelation.

"I'm gonna be a dad?? I'm gonna be a dad!!" He shouts, a cheesy smile on his lips.

"Wait, this spinning has GOT to be bad for the baby. Ooo, what will we name him? Leo Junior?" He starts to ramble, grabbing cushions and making sure you're as comfortable as humanely possible. 

You giggle, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm. He slows to a stop, head tilted.

"Oh no. Are you uncomfortable? Is the baby kicking? What's wrong??" 

"Babe," You cut off his incessant worrying, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "For now, let's watch the movie and figure out how we're gonna break it to the rest." 

Leo nods, sitting beside you. His arms are hesitant, unsure of where to place them on you. It's honestly adorable.

You held his arms, moving so that you were now cuddling against his chest with your head tucked under his. 

You can feel his body start to relax when you leave a gentle kiss against his collarbone. You guide his hand to your lower abdomen, flattening his palm against it. He begins to rub small circles, and you let a blissful sigh fall past your lips.

"I can't wait." As the movie plays, he whispers against your ear, the tickle of his warm breath making you giggle.

"I can't either." You murmur back, all cozy and wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms. 

"You're gonna be a good dad." 

[fourfoldtrap]

Tmnt 2012 Leonardo’s Knee injury ramble that became a ficlet

Ever since Leo’s awoken from his coma he’s been dealing with a issue. Now it’s not major enough for him to even think about burdening Donnie with.

His knee aches, a deep white hot pain that slowly drags its way up and down his leg. His knee fucking hurts. He can’t meditate the way he’s used to, the weight of his body is too much for his frazzled nerves

Sleeping with his knee wrapped is uncomfortable. He hates the way the makeshift brace of bandages leaves raw grooves across his knee. Waking up in more pain than he was the night prior, the skin under his ‘brace’ practically burning.

The usual stealth he’s been accustomed to his whole life— even before ninja training— his ability to practically glide across the floor, is gone. Overtaken by his Goddamn. Leg.

His leg creaks and groans with every step his takes, the popping of joints announcing his presence to a room before he even reaches the door. Its greatly frustrating when he’s trying to listen in on Raph and Donnie discussing His recovery and they can hear his ankle pop from behind the door. Or he turns to quick and hip pops.

He’s considered some nights when the pains too much, and the tears build too quickly. Just getting rid of his leg entirely. It wouldn’t hurt, at least not as bad as his leg hurts now— It would probably be a improvement! What good is a ninja who’s leg announces them to their enemies like their a cowboy entering a bar in a western film, foot stepping on that one floorboard to creak announcing them to the bar.

He can’t even sit comfortably!! Bending his knee at all causes teeth grinding pain. No more sitting on the heels of his feet. No more sitting cross legged on the couch bowl of popcorn resting between his leg. No more cozy nights huddled in a semi ball reading space hero’s fanfics on his phone.

He’s damned to a life of watching his brothers frantically clear a space from the coffee table because he wanted to sit with them— but his fucking leg needs to be straight and resting on something to Not hurt. He just wants to cry sometimes, why him why did it have to be him.

He has such a small amount of things that make him happy why did Shredder have to take the few things he had that were HIS and replace it with this fucking pain.

Let me know if I need to add any trigger/content warnings. I don’t think I do bc this is mainly just me pushing my chronic knees pain onto Leo. I feel like it would crush him to try to meditate in his usual form but it hurts to much to focus.

[turrondeluxe]

In you’re peepaw au do they kiss ever see april again? Or does she and Casey try to redeem themselves?

Also any au headcanon do you have? This au is cute and I love it

Yes they do!

Actually, April helped Mikey leave when he was right about to destroy all the remnants of how the babies where created from the lair (while also managing to salvage most of her research and technology that had nothing to do with the little turtles mutations (her years of research,stuff to help the revolution, irreplaceable mementos from the past, etc)). She understood why he was doing it and honestly didn't try to stop him.

April managed to say goodbye to each baby and also to Michelangelo himself. After all, that was still her little brother even after all those years.

She let them go because she knew that if they stayed the babies wouldn't have a fulfilling life in the long run (with the revolution and all). STILL she gave Mikey a phone she made herself so they could actually keep in touch.

Mikey does feel a bit guilty that he's leaving all the fighting behind while April and Casey keep on fighting but he's also exhausted of it all. April does reassure him that they will be just fine because they are strong enough and not to worry too much (they have been fine for a long while without him after all), he has done enough already.

I like to think that in the future when the revolution wins with Casey Marie as the leader and it all calms down a bit, April gets reassured enough that everything would be alright if she leaves for a bit (and that Casey will be safe) and gets to go visit Mikey and babies in Japan!

In Casey Marie's case: She is extremely bitter over Mikey destroying everything so she couldn't create more turtles lmao

But time passes anyways and April just kept on talking to her and in the end, while holding the book Mikey left behind for her, she realized that what she was doing was some fucked up stuff lol (she gets to visit the babies in Japan a long time after April does just because Mikey doesn't trust like that anymore lmao)

And headcanons about the au!:

- Mikey and April videocall a lot, mainly so April can see the babies and how they are going (they love when they can talk with their grammy)

- Yi destroys a lot of the electronics in the house just because she wants to see how they work on the inside! (Mikey doesn't really get mad by this, having grown up with Donnie and all. He does have to get basically a spare of every single electronic ever until Yi grows up a bit more. He also likes to get her mechanic and science books for her, she loves them)

- Moja loves Naruto and Dragon Ball. I just know this.

- Odyn loves Bluey.

- The kids do end up learning ninjutsu only because Mikey wishes for them to be able to defend themselves if needed be and that's it.

- April manages to find and send photos of Mikey and his brothers for the shrine he's got home. Mikey cries for the first time in decades when seeing them.

And that's all I can think about atm

[ready-to-read7]

Rottmnt x reader

(just note: you have a physical disease that affects your healing so wounds will occasionally reopen, and wounds take three times longer to heal even if they are just small cuts (this is not an actual disease but the concept does exist I’m just making it worse than it actually is)why because I can.(also I’m just going to call it the abentsar disease because I made it up)

(Blood warning, and mentions of self-harm)

(Background info: you’ve been dating all the turtles for about two months (just note they are only dating you they are not dating each other ) but what they didn’t know is you had the adentsar disease , also they didn’t know you used to cut yourself)

There nicknames for you are, from Donnie(honeybee), from raph (sugarplum), from Leo (Mi amor), from Mikey (puppy)

You are hanging out with the guys when all of a sudden you look at your phone and see that it is pretty late, you decided it is time to go home, you stand up from where you were sitting in the living room and announce your departure to the guys, you could hear a slight groan coming from them to the fact that you must leave, but still, they all came up to you and said their goodbyes, Each in their own little special way.

Donnie came up behind and hugged you, kissing you on the four head, and said, “Honeybee please be careful on your way home”, you gave a slight giggle to his concern and promised him that you would be fine.

Mikey came up and ran straight into you giving you a big hug and kissing you on the cheek, he then said, “Goodbye puppy can’t wait to see you tomorrow again”, you kissed him on the cheek back and then say, “I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow”.

Leo comes up to you takes your hand and gives it a kiss he then says in a flirtatious voice “Oh mi amor as upset as I am to see you go, I will patiently wait for you to return”, you blushed a little but also roll your eyes, you then say I love you too Leo.

Raph then comes up and pushes your hair back and gives you a big kiss on the four head, he doesn’t say anything, but he looks at you with a warm expression, you look at him in the eyes and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow”, you then turn around and start walking to the exit waving at them all as you walk away.

When you get home/at your apartment, you notice that you have large bloodstains on your arms, after taking off your hoodie and sitting on your bed you look at your arms fully knowing what to expect but when you see how bad it is you’re a little shocked, multiple of your old cuts scars have reopened and some of them appear to have ripped even further, you were bleeding a lot.

A few minutes earlier Donnie noticed that you left something behind something that was very important to you, when he informs his brothers, Leo suggests that they go take it back mainly using this as an excuse to see you again, they all agree and after putting on their equipment they start to head toward your apartment/home.

They were jumping from rooftop to rooftop approaching your apartment, once they reached your apartment/home they quietly knocked on your balcony door, when you didn’t respond Mikey opened the door, you never really lock your balcony door, and they knew this, they walk from your balcony through your living room toward your bedroom, Leo is the first to open the door and shouts out “Mi AMOR we are here to bring something of yours……..!”

Before he can finish with that sentence, he cuts off and notices the blood dripping from your arms, in pure horror he says “m.mi amor what the shell happened”, the others confusingly peek into your room and also sees the blood on your arms.

It took you a few seconds to notice that they were there, you were starting to get a little bit dazed from the amount of blood you were losing, this was the first time this many cuts had opened again, and this was the first time you’ve had to deal with this much blood loss even while you were committing self-harm you never bled this much.

They all immediately run towards you with Leo and Donnie trying to stop the bleeding and Raph and Mikey frantically trying to ask you what happened.

Donnie analyses you while Leo goes to find your first aid kit, when he sees the cuts through his goggles he notices that they look very similar to self-harm cuts, he is very shocked to see this and immediately asks raph to pick you up and take you to the living room he does this so he can try and find the blade you use to harm yourself.

Raph does what his younger brother says and takes you to the living room where Leo is waiting with the first aid kit.

While Donnie searches your room the others put you on the couch and tend to your wounds, at this point you were totally out of it you could barely focus on anything, but you weren’t on the verge of collapse just a bit tired.

A few minutes later your arms are completely bandaged and you are laying backward on the couch, Donnie then leaves your room with a relieved look on his face but a confused look as well, his brothers ask him what he is doing and why he looks so confused, Donnie explains to them that the injuries on your arms look nearly identical to self-harm injuries, and that he was searching your room for anything that you might have used to make them, but there was nothing.

The brothers were relieved to hear that they might not be that, but this brought them concern for what happened to your arms.

As they were talking you gained enough strength to say a single Word you said “abentsar”, the brothers were startled by the sudden speech but immediately ran to your side and requested to hear what you said again, you repeated yourself and then quickly fell asleep, while the others check up on you and help you get comfortable Donnie researches the word you said and is surprised by the result.

After the boys laid you down on your couch because your bed was covered in blood, Donnie explains the information that he found and gives a hypothesis that you might have this disease and it just means that your wounds all just never properly healed, so that would mean that you never were harming yourself which was a great relief to them but they were still concerned at the fact that you never told them about this.

About 42 minutes passed and the boys were all busy, raph was sitting beside you waiting for you to wake up, Mikey was in the kitchen getting something for you to eat and Leo and Donnie were doing more research on your abentsar disease,

Suddenly you start to wake up and Raph notices this, he immediately says “Sugarplum thank goodness you’re awake”, the others hear him and immediately rush to your side beside Mikey who is still in the kitchen.

Donnie and Leo immediately start bombarding you with questions trying to see if there is nothing out of the ordinary, you answer them and inform them that the only thing different is that you feel a bit nauseous.

The three boys are relieved to hear this, just then Mikey walks in and gives you food he made for you, he sits down next to you and doesn’t say a word, he was fully aware that it was important to eat after blood loss because Leo told him, so he wanted you to focus on eating.

After you finished eating Leo immediately asked you why you never told them, you responded by saying “Because it wasn’t a problem you 4 needed to deal with, plus I didn’t think it was important since it has never been this bad, I’ve had this for almost a year, I’m pretty sure you guys have done enough research about it so you know the effects, but I am sorry that I didn’t tell you”.

Raph immediately responds by telling you “Reader anything that has to do with your well-being concerns us, we want to make sure you are happy, healthy, and safe”, Mikey then says, “Yeah puppy we just want to make sure you’re okay so please tell us about this type of stuff”.

You smile at them, but then Donnie chimes in and asks “Reader seeing that you are feeling better I would like to ask where you got these cuts in the first place”.

They look at you and you take a deep breath, you then inform them that you actually used to cut yourself, and you were going through a lot at the time, they look at you upset and concerned but you then continue by telling them that about a week after you started dating them the cuttings slowly stopped because as soon as they entered your life things started getting better.

After hearing this they were very happy to hear that they had such a positive impact on your life, Mikey and Raph immediately hugged you being careful not to squeeze your arms. Donnie and Leo gently grab your hands, you smile.

You Think to yourself that you were a very lucky person to have met them and even luckier to have them by your side, you then use the little bit of strength you have to squeeze Donnie and Leo’s hands.

You then remove your hands from there’s and put your hands on Mikey and raphs cheeks, you quietly whisper “I love you guys”, and then you slowly start to doze off again.

[bambiraptorx]

🍄🤖💥for the writer ask!

🍄Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

Maybe not that I want to write for exactly, but there are a handful of fandoms that I made fan content for and then never ended up sharing/finishing it. The ones off the top of my head are ATLA (documents and documents of various AUs lol), FMA (a Royai adjacent oneshot) and Villanous (mostly just fanart but I think I had a couple of au-type things planned?)

🤖Are you looking to change your current writing setup? (Or establish one, if you don't have one?)

I'm assuming that this means like my physical set up for where I write, and honestly not really? I usually write at my laptop (occasionally on my phone when I'm out and about) and it works well enough for me. I have at least partially switched from google docs to Ellipsus, though, if that counts. Idk if I'll import all my in-progress fics there just because there's some things about the setup of docs that I still prefer, but it's been pretty good for my oneshots so far.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Okay the next chapter of Minor Interference is one I've been chipping away at, partly because it's going to basically be a lot of unconnected scenes to show time passing and more of the turtles hanging out with/ annoying Draxum.

Here's a scene in particular I enjoy:

“I don’t have dyslexia.  The English linguistic system is simply poorly designed.  If Cypress seems to have similar struggles—” “Newsflash, Draxum,” April cuts in, “Raph has dyslexia.” “Yes, we consulted several reputable sources in the process of trying to see if Raphael could apply his audio spells to his phone.  As it turns out that was unnecessary because of the existence of screenreaders but many of the complaints he’s levied over the years about reading seem to have degree of commonality most easily explained in reference to the diagnostic criteria—” “Yeesh, Donnie, use English.” Leo drawls, and gets a glare in return. “Fine, dum-dum, let me explain at your level.  If A is equal to B, and B is equal to C—” “That’s math, Don, not English!” “Ugh, fine!  If Raph and Draxum show the same symptoms they probably have the same root cause!  Happy, you uneducated troglodyte?!” In response, Leo tackles Donnie to the floor, and is nearly immediately trapped in a headlock for his efforts. Draxum, April notices, is suspiciously quiet. “I think you guys broke the Baron,” she says drily.

peer-reviewed dyslexic Draxum (peer reviewer being mainly Donnie) he is getting diagnosed by teenagers and he has no idea how to feel about that lol

ask game

[amethystgoldenwind]

Donnie's 'Eating Disorder' (Rottmnt Headcanon)

(it's not really an eating disorder, just read below)

All four of the turtles were designed with the perfect soldier in mind. Naturally strong, with high potency in various stats like speed, defense, and power. Meant to walk after taking hits that would kill a lesser creature. Meant to dish out punishment unlike anything even the most skill warriors can do.

And part of that, comes with being thin/not having excessive fat build-up. They were designed with metabolisms meant to break down anything. Food is nothing to them. Obviously, they still need to worry about proper nutritional intake, but they can eat as much junk food as they want and not gain a pound.

So, because of that, the turtles could be classified as having chronic hypermetabolism. However, this is not a problem for Raph, Leo, or Mikey, since they have voracious appetites to compensate.

Donnie, however, being autistic, is cursed with poor interoception (or the sensory awareness of what is happening in the body, like hunger, thirst, tiredness, and even emotions-- and he is all-but-confirmed as alexithymic). He is unable to recognize the signs of hunger in his body. While he's good at eating routinely, he struggles with eating ENOUGH (he would think a bowl of crackers and juice was a good lunch), and if he doesn't satisfy his metabolism, it's quick to turn to his fat stores and muscles for more.

There was a terrifying time, when he was just starting puberty, where he wasn't growing and he was dangerously underweight. It terrified everyone, even Donnie. For a while, he was forced to calorie-count and keep a food diary so they could all track his eating habits and make sure he was getting enough. This also helped him learn his body's limits and how to properly take care of himself.

Nowadays, he's typically fine and can manage himself well. He only skips out if he's really anxious, which can make him feel nauseous and discourage eating even further, or if he's deep in hyperfixation and just forgets. He tries to push himself to remember, even having alarms telling him to eat set on his phone (and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. probably occasionally helps with this, when he's created). His brothers definitely stay alert to make sure he STAYS at a healthy weight range. If Donnie isn't eating, it's a cause for panic, mainly due to how sick he got when he was younger.

They classify it as a hypermetabolic disorder, or sometimes just call it hypermetabolism. Leo insists on calling it a 'weird eating disorder' despite everyone's protests. He believes that calling it an eating disorder emphasizes its seriousness (since it's just as terrifying as one). Whether or not he's brought up that reason to anyone else is not confirmed.

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This has no grounds in canon at all. This is just something I made up, but is based on my actual experience. This purple turtle already has so many little things of mine, what's one more? Whatever I had was never as serious as Donnie, and I don't remember the full story, but I know there was a period of time where I wasn't gaining weight. I saw a doctor and was on appetite medication for a while, though I've long since moved on from both now. My theory, based on my spotty information, is that it was a missed sign of autism, with the poor interoception and whatnot.

I don't currently plan on tackling the actual narrative in a fic (mainly because I haven't had a strong vision for it), but it's just something I'll reference from time to time. However, as a sneak peak, one of my Bad Things Happen Bingo prompts will deal with this directly ("Denied Food as Punishment"). No promises on when that'll be out, though. I got 25 prompts and have started none.

(headcanons masterlist)