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goodlucktai · 4 months ago

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one of the rotten ones

rottmnt word count: 2k pairing: don & leo, don & OC title borrowed from anthems for a seventeen year old by yeule part of the archer au :) read on ao3

“I don’t think Gio likes me,” Donnie blurts.

He’d feel self-conscious if he was pressed to admit it anywhere else, but he’s in the infirmary, and the only one around to hear him say so is his twin.

They’re moving into hour two of Leo’s “faves” playlist and the fourth consecutive Taylor Swift song even though he swore he put it on shuffle. Leo is going through cabinets and shelves systematically, updating inventory on his phone, while Donnie infodumps about energy storage and projectile dynamics and the breaking strength of crossbow string.

Donatello’s base knowledge of this particular ranged weapon is severely lacking, which is a significant personal problem for him now that he has a sibling with a preference for archery. He needs to be the world’s leading expert on the subject yesterday. He has half a dozen half-formed plans for things like sonar bolts for 3-D mapping, which may or may not have been inspired by the Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation run.

Only every glance at the project folder simply labeled ‘G-01’ causes an uncomfortable feeling to squirm to life in his stomach, not unlike the Krang tentacles that had attached themselves to his carapace on the day the world didn’t end.

Donnie isn’t good at people. He doesn’t know how they tick, and there are no reliable lines of code or handy user manuals that he can fall back on when he’s mystified by human behavior.

His siblings don’t have the same problem. Leo is perceptive to a degree that borders upon clairvoyance, Mikey is the single-most emotionally intelligent member of their family, Raph is more charming than he gets credit for, and April can talk her way through any closed door, police tape or VIP-only entrance. None of them fumble the way Donnie does when a social interaction goes off-script, like it’s a volleyball that got served his way without the ample warning he needs to be anything approaching passable at the sport.

But he knows he’s not imagining it—the way Gio seems to brace himself when Donnie comes into the room, like he’s expecting a confrontation every time. Like the last thing Donatello could want with him is something good.

Donnie can be a lot. They all can. They come by it honestly, equal parts chaotic lab experiments and their father’s sons. And not every structure is built to withstand hurricane winds. Not every person is equipped to deal with a Hamato level weather event.

But he has never seen Gio flinch away from anyone else.

So he did what he always did when confronted by something outside his formidable repertoire—he took it to Leo.

There had never in Donnie’s life been a problem that couldn’t be made into their problem. It came with twin territory.

And Donnie’s twin in particular is good at translating Donatello and translating other people for Donatello, and jumps on any chance to be helpful and feel wanted, and absolutely loves problems. It’s one of the most annoying and endearing things about him. If there is any trouble within a hundred miles, Leo will find it. He will worm his way into the center of it and then puzzle his way out from the inside. Most other clever and curious people were satisfied by the daily Wordle; Leo would chew through a wall unless he had something more hands-on to occupy his mind with. As polar-opposite as the two of them could be in, in that regard, they were one and the same.

It’s somewhat reassuring to Donnie that Leo’s immediate reaction is plain incredulity. He looks baffled, like Donnie has just started throwing stuff around the room for no reason.

(He knows better. In the medbay, of all places, that would be a death wish. Leo runs a tight ship here and only here.)

“Sorry, you don’t think Gio likes you?” Leo says slowly. “Our Gio? The guy who let you infodump about the mycelial networks of fungi to him for almost two hours, all because Mikey mentioned he was making mushroom stir-fry for dinner?”

Donnie scoffs, but he can’t help but feel warmed by the reminder. Gio had settled right in, the way he always did once he was sure of his welcome, and watched Donnie talk like nothing more interesting existed on this side of the equator.

“His eyes didn’t even glaze over,” Leo goes on, doing what he always does and pressing the advantage. “That’s a new personal best in this family. Even April started looking for a window to climb out of at the thirty minute mark.”

“There was bound to be at least one other mutant turtle in the New York metropolitan area with an appreciation for botany,” Donnie says imperiously, tilting his chin up.

But the worry is still there, firmly rooted, trying to flower. Leo must be able to tell because his frown deepens, playfulness evaporating by the second. He pauses the music and sets his phone down. The room rings in the sudden silence, but it’s not uncomfortable, because it’s a room Donnie exists in with his twin.

“I just want him to like me,” Donnie says. It’s a childish want, it makes him feel half his age, but it’s true.

He was never one of those human kids lingering near the playground, on the edge of the classroom, desperate to fit in. He was never on the outs because he never had the chance to be. But this is probably what that would have felt like.

Giorgio is quiet by default, absorbing everything with dark brown eyes, always pausing to think before speaking in a low, flat register that is becoming as familiar to Donnie as Raph’s comforting rumbles and Mikey’s energetic shrieks and Leo’s sweet or sly laughter.

He hasn’t been anything but kind since he got here. He saved Leo, brought him home from a place it should have been impossible to come home from, so Donatello would put up with any manner of assholery from that quarter in exchange—but it’s not that at all.

Once Gio’s initial guard goes up and then comes down, once they outlive that moment of consideration that verges upon scrutiny without ever crossing the line, the eldest turtle softens for any younger one like clockwork. He indulges whatever noise or nonsense they’ve brought with them like there is no better use of his time.

It doesn’t seem like a lie. But Donnie is the least qualified person he knows to make that judgement call.

There’s a lot at stake if he’s wrong, is all.

Leo looks like Donnie has taken a melon baller to his insides just for fun.

“I’d know if he didn’t like you,” Leo says with absolute certainty. And he probably would. And he would take it so personally. He wouldn’t let Gio know a single moment’s rest until the spotted turtle had a coming-to-Jesus moment and acknowledged his wrongdoings in canceled Youtuber apology video format.

Since that isn’t the reality they live in—and Leo’s daily relentless pestering of Gio is harmless and little-sibling-shaped and decidedly not mean-spirited by any stretch of the imagination—some small part of the tight, unhappy feeling in Donnie’s heart has no choice but to accept that as the compelling argument it is.

“He probably misses you, Tello,” Leo adds, something softening in his face that it hurts to look directly at. “His you, I mean. I know I would be a train wreck cosplaying as a person if I had to go someplace I’d never see you again. Can you imagine how screwed-up I’d be?”

Donnie’s whole soul shudders at the idea, at the nightmare that almost came true when the portal closed around the Technodrome and as good as severed Donnie clean down the middle. At the glimpse of a life he’d be forced to live with one leg, one lung, one arm, one eye, half a heart.

“That’ll never happen,” he says, a little too loud.

“You’re stuck with me,” Leo agrees. He means it, Donnie can tell—even after that almost-nightmare he put his family through, he means it. It’s one thing to take the nuclear option at the actual on-paper end of the world, it’s another to sit in a safe, warmly-lit room with his twin brother and try to conceive of an existence in which their dynamic duo was whittled down to a solo act.

When they were little, Donnie once tried to explain how big the unobservable universe was. He told Leo that light from the big bang hadn’t reached Earth from all the way over there yet. It was a concept he struggled with as a child, that something could be so unknowable and immeasurable.

“That’s how big my ‘I love you’ is,” he said, all of seven years old and putting it into words the best way he knew how.

“I love you bigger than that,” Leo said promptly.

“Ugh, you can’t,” Donnie said, frustrated at his twin for always trying to one-up him, for not understanding the huge thing Donnie was trying to compress and fit into his hands. “It’s not possible.”

“It is,” Leo said firmly, eyes gold to match Donnie’s, warm and shining in a way that was all his own. “I do.”

And then Leo went on to prove it. In a way Donnie never would have wanted him to—in an explosion that split the sky and left flash burns in their eyes, and the hollow pain of a surgical removal as the still-beating heart of their family was cut away, and the discordant electronic fuzz where a beloved voice had been rushing through last words, replaced by the sound of a radio without a signal, a device unpaired—but he proved it in a thousand other ways, too.

He was even proving it now, this afternoon he spent leaning on a forearm crutch and ambling around to various shelves and cabinets to keep up with his stock of medical supplies that had been severely depleted in the weeks after the invasion. Leo had carried bandaids and lidocaine spray in a tiny tote bag since he was two feet tall. He couldn’t stop bad things from happening but he could try to make the bad things better.

He’s looking at Donnie like he would right every wrong for him if he knew where to start. Like the unobservable universe was small enough to fit in his pocket compared to the lengths Leonardo would go for Donatello.

Leo is the younger twin, but sometimes the only thing there is for Donnie to do is shuffle over and bonk their foreheads together and believe him.

“If Gigi hated you, he wouldn’t be a Hamato,” Leo announces, muffled and silly and entirely correct. “It’s a required qualification. You must have missed that meeting with HR.” And then, because it’s important, he whispers, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” Donnie whispers back.

At about that moment, TSwift’s I Think He Knows comes on, proving once and for all that there is actually no way Leo’s playlist is on shuffle. The weighted moment they’re holding on tight to transitions into a lighter one that gets flung haphazardly around as an immediate life-or-death struggle for the phone ensues.

Stalemate is only reached when Splinter barges in to read them the riot act for daring to roughhouse while they had a non-zero number of broken bones between the two of them. Leo is bright-eyed with mischief and already fast-talking their way out of trouble the same effortless way April can rattle off her brothers’ favorite coffee orders, and Donnie’s worry has been soundly evicted, all its belongings in boxes in the yard.

Sitting around has never been his style. He’s a turtle of discovery and invention. And now that he’s been reassured that the absolute worst-case scenario is not on the table—that it, in fact, was never on the table to begin with—curiosity rears its head and snaps up the dregs of anxiety like a hungry wolfhound who mistook it for an unattended rack of lamb.

Hypothesis: Georgie isn’t being weird out of dislike of Donatello. Leo’s certain he’s not, so certain that he was willing to promise, point-blank and absolute, instead of being tricky and sly in the name of cheering Donnie up instead. Leo even offered a much more palatable alternative, but further evidentiary support is required.

So after dinner a week later, as the whole family crowds comfortably around the banana split bar spilling across the entire kitchen island and argues over which toppings Gio and Casey should stack their bowls with first, Donnie blurts, “Can I see your crossbow?”

Giorgio really is one of the clowns in this circus. He proves it by putting his ice cream down, and picking the bow up from where it was relegated to the bench seat where everyone tosses their coats and shoes when they get home, and passing it right over. No normal person would put a loaded weapon in Donnie’s hands just because he asked nicely.

As if in tacit agreement, both of Casey’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline and Raph makes incredulous scoffing noises. April says, “You did not just—” at the same time Splinter blusters, “Purple, you fire that thing off in this house even once and I am grounding you from everything you know and love, including Orange!” and Donnie screeches, over Mikey and Leo’s hysterical laughter, “I can be trusted with projectile weaponry!”

The crossbow has been carefully maintained, but it hasn’t been used in weeks that Donnie is aware of. They’ve all stuck pretty close to home since the invasion, and it’s not like Gio knows anyone but them—it’s not like they need firepower for grocery hauls or pizza runs, though, knowing their luck, that could change any given day.

But Gio still cleans it regularly, and he’s become a familiar sight at the kitchen table; parts spread out on an oil-stained rag, meticulous and methodical with the one belonging he brought here with him from the future other than the clothes on his back and the colorful friendship bracelet on his right wrist.

It’s important to him, clearly, but he’s letting Donnie handle it with an indulgent look on his face. Like there are no better hands to leave it in than his little brother’s.

Because he’s at risk of having a whole emotion about that out loud, where his entire family is assembled to witness it, Donnie quickly turns his mind onto the much safer road of gadgetry.

He has never actually held a crossbow before, has never built or used one, but he’s been doing a lot of research. He has a lot of ideas. He wants to print mechanical broadhead arrows with explosive tips, or tear gas canisters, or EMP charges. It’s a brand new world of creative chaos and that’s not even touching all the build customizations Donnie has in mind. His fingers are already itching to dismantle and reassemble the machine into something better, something that won’t ever fail, something his big brother will love.

Only—huh. What feels like a low-level electric current thrums to quiet life like it was waiting to be noticed by the right pair of eyes, just enough of a static shock to get his attention and guide his hand to the rail. Glowing purple does the work of an allen wrench in seconds and a handful of screws clatter to the table. Donnie removes the scope in one sure motion, and moves on to snap the rail from the stock.

Raph says, low and warning, “Donnie,” intimately familiar with gremlin gadget mode and all the kitchen appliances and shared toys destroyed in Donnie’s early years in the name of science. But he’s not breaking this time, he’s just looking.

He flips the rail over in his hands and finds the source of that odd electricity-conductive feeling. Hidden on the underside is a small embossed logo that Donnie would recognize anywhere, because it’s his.

“A-ha!” he says, absurdly pleased with the discovery. “A Genius Built mod.”

The rail was one of the first things he’d had in mind to upgrade, but it looks like he’d beaten himself to the punch.

“With a custom rail, we can add whatever attachments we want to the stock, way beyond just an average scope or a rangefinder,” Donnie says eagerly, his mind darting ahead in three different directions at once. “The world is our oyster, Georgie!”

He can’t help grinning. His logo on Gio’s prized possession is that last little bit of evidence he needed. He’s never been happier to be wrong, and will endure Leo’s smugness for an unheard of two entire business days before initiating retaliation.

No version of Donatello would put that mark on anything unless he really cared about it.

And Gio wouldn’t lift the rail from Donnie’s hands, and touch his thumb to that stylized “D” as if to prove to himself that it was real, an expression of painful wistful longing on his face, unless he really cared, too.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #hamato donatello #hamato leonardo #disaster twins #the archer au #my writing #tmnt fic

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phoebepheebsphibs · 8 months ago

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.Dead asleeP.

Title: Chapter 1: COMA Prompt: You were peacefully sleeping when you suddenly wake up to the sound of a heart monitor steadily beeping somewhere nearby, and realize you are in the med-bay with no memory of what happened prior to this. // After watching movies with your siblings all night and passing out in the tv room, you wake up to find that you're alone. What happened? Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 1,927 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Leonardo, minor Michelangelo, Donatello, & Raphael (disembodied voices) Warning: Derealization, nightmare-ish stuff (Leo is stuck in a dream) Summary: Leo enjoys a calm sleepover with his family... but when he wakes up in the middle of the night, everyone is gone, and the world starts to turn upside down... Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram! More chapters to follow (5 more, to be exact)

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Leo missed having nights like these. The five of them, watching movies late into the evening and early into the mornings. Bowls of popcorn emptied within the first fifteen minutes, stacks of pizza for them to scarf down, liters upon liters of soda, boxes of candy for everyone to enjoy, and plenty of pillows and blankets so that not a single square foot of the concrete and metal-grated floor was exposed. The classic Hamato-O'Neil sleepover extravaganza.

Leo battled April with their typical pun battles, where one would make a joke using wordplay, and the other would have to follow suit with a similar or related word. Leo started off saying that all her jokes would be 'cheesy'. April assured him they were all 'gouda'. Leo retorted that her jokes 'were like swiss cheese -- too many holes'. And so on and so forth, gaining complaints and boos from the rest of the group as they went on. Raph brought out all his cuddlies and stuffies, letting each sibling take one for comfort... should they decide to watch any scary movies. Their energy came in waves, the first dissipating after the first J.J. film. They paused, had some food and snacks, watch some 'Try Not To Laugh' challenges, failed the challenges, and then the second wave hit. Donnie set up a special game he'd heard about and fixated over for them all to play. At some point, Mikey started laughing too loudly and accidentally screamed in April's ear. Leo was making fun of the characters with his colour commentary and annoyed Donnie into pushing him off the couch. Raph decided it would be cool to see if a mint in Vitamin Water and shaking it would have the same effect as a Mentos in Diet Coke. News flash, it did.

So the night was going really great!

Leo cackled as he pulled Donnie off the couch with him. Raph panicked and dropped the bottle once it started foaming and exploding, and April grabbed the drink and used it as a weapon against them. Donnie started a massive pillow fight and created a battlefield. Once their second wave of energy had depleted, and the pizza boxes were all but empty, they settled down to continue the movie night. It was really nice, having everyone over together like this. Leo tried to recall the last time they'd gotten together like this and had a massive celebration...

Mikey laughed as he pointed to the screen, cackling madly. Raphael had fallen asleep watching Jupiter Jim's Pluto Vacation 4 and broken the coffee table with his face again. Donnie and April groaned loudly, but Leo and Mikey high-fived with glee.

Just another fun family night. One Leo was so extremely grateful for. Though, he didn't have any real need to feel that way. The Shredder was locked away, Big Mama was not causing any problems (that they knew of), and his family had never felt closer since Splinter had shared the a good portion of his past with them. Everything was... perfect. Sure, things had been kind of rocky before. Concerning Leo's portals needing more experience, the secrets that Splinter kept from them about their origins, Draxum being a villain, and the Shredder's resurrection. Among other things. They needed a night like this. To unwind, relax, take it easy and have a laugh. They were all just teenagers, after all.

Leo leaned back in his sleeping back, propped up with pillows to form a cocoon throne. He chuckled softly at Raph's light snoring, Mikey drawing pictures on his face, April putting curlers into Mayhem's hair and through Donnie's mask tails...

His eyes grew heavy.

Leo fell asleep.

"Leo, wake up, Leo!"

"Can he hear us? I think he can --"

"How do we know this will work?"

"It just will. It has to."

"Don't give up on us, Leo... C'mon, get up... get up...!"

"Leo?"

Leo's eyes fluttered open. He yawned, and turned over in his sleeping bag.

"Wake me'up... wh'n iz... morn'n....."

No one responded. The lair was silent. Leo couldn't even hear the movie playing.

He sat up slowly, glancing around to see if the others had all fallen asleep as well. No one was here. The projector was still running softly, but there was no sound, no image. Just TV snow -- static buzzing across the screen as the machine whirred and whined with exhaustion. Huh. Weird, he'd never known the projector to do that... Leo tilted his head in confusion. The screen blinked at him oddly. The static took soft shapes Leo could almost swear he saw images in the interference. It must be his imagination.

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But the instant Leo called his attention to it, the projector popped, fizzled, and disconnected.

Huh. Must be the sleep deprivation...

Leo's attention came back to the emptiness of the room. Where had everyone gone? It was too dark and too quiet to be morning yet. Maybe... they'd all gone to get more snacks? It was a silly idea, but the only probable one he could think of. Leo rose to his feet, stretched, and clambered over the sea of pillows and cushions surrounding the area. He wondered what time it was. He tried to find his phone... but, uh... hm. That was unlike him, to leave his phone unattended. Oh well, he didn't actually need it. Besides, there were other clocks in the lair. Leo roamed into the halls, which seemed a lot longer and more dominated by shadow than usual. These shadows were strange, rounding about the walls and ceiling and floor as if they were cloth rolling down a hole. In fact, the more Leo focused on the world around him, the more it seemed distorted and out of place. The photos on the walls were tilted and slanted, the images were too blurry to be discernible. There were doors that he did not recognize, practically littering the hallway. And the hallway itself went on for miles and miles and miles. Leo eventually saw a door that felt familiar. Felt familiar. It did not look familiar. But being near the door felt like being at the end of a task you forgot you were doing. Recognition of completion. He opened the door.

It was the kitchen. And it was empty. No one was here... huh. Weird. Where had they all gone? Leo glanced at the wall clock. The hand were at... uh... He couldn't read the numbers. There weren't any numbers. And for whatever reason, he couldn't recall in what order numbers ran, or where they started on a clock. At the top? The middle? The bottom? Where was the 1 supposed to be? And which hand represented the hour?

Uh... h-he didn't really want to see the time, anyway. It would just remind him of how many hours he had left to try and sleep.

"You've been sleeping enough, I think..."

Who said that?

Leo glanced around room anxiously. The once warm light was starting to dim, darken, desaturate. It was getting pretty cold in here. Leo ran out of the room, and looked down the halls. The way back to the living room was pitch black, and getting darker and scarier by the minute.

"This way, Leo! Follow us!"

Leo turned to look the other way.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel! A deep, warm, golden amber light. He'd go that way. Leo started running. It was so hard to run, he felt like he was running through water, or molasses. Slowed down to a crawl, he forced his arms and legs to move as fast as they could to escape the oncoming, ever consuming darkness.

"Come on, Leo, you can do it!"

"You've got this, dude! Keep going!"

"Don't give up!"

Leo struggled hard, gritting his teeth and growling with strained effort.

"Rrrrrgh! Who ARE you weird disembodied voices, anyway?! What have you done with my family?!"

The voices didn't answer. Or maybe they did, he just wasn't hearing them anymore. Everything felt like slow motion.

Leo finally made it to the edge of the light. As soon as his fingers touched the sparkling beams, he felt the effects of the darkness bleed off of him, ebbing away like the tide as he crawled out of its reach. The cold chill that had been clawing at his heart and lungs was now replaced by a glorious sensation of healthy warmth. The air sparkled, chasing the dark back into the abyss. The light brightened, beckoning him. Something about this light felt like... like... Like Mikey, somehow. It mirrored his bright personality. Leo could almost swear that touching the light was like holding his hand. He could feel the weight in his palm.

"...Mikey?" he asked aloud, eyes wide with shock at how familiar and real it all felt. The realest thing here...

"He felt me!"

"Huh?" Leo asked, still unsure where the voice had come from...

But before he could discern anything, his feet started moving again, almost as if he was no longer in charge. He strode through the tunnels, following the light.

"Don't worry, Nardo, we'll help you get back."

"We'll be right here beside you, no matter what."

"Anatawa hitorijinai."

"I don't speak... whatever that is," Leo mumbled sleepily. He wondered why he felt so drowsy all over again.

But Leo felt like the voices weren't malevolent. They weren't evil, or cruel. Maybe they had done something to his family, maybe not. It felt more like they wanted to help return him to them. Leo wasn't an overly trusting guy, but he was willing to stake his life for his family's sake.

He was willing to follow the light.

#tmnt write fight #write fight #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #archive of our own #rottmnt leo #ao3 #dreams #stuck in a dream #fanfiction #fanfic

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lasanya539 · 3 months ago

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what IS wrong with taking the backstreets?

great question 👀

'what's wrong with taking the backstreets' is my ROTTMNT Raph and Cassandra fic!! the title is from "all star" by smash mouth (ive been looking for an excuse to use this song in a fic)

it's set pre-movie! very canon-typical shenanigans and humor vibes! raph and casey get arrested, and the brothers have to bail them out.

i've posted a snippet here, but let me post another!

"We just got a call that Raph got picked up by the HCPD.” Leo says, getting straight to the point. “But we have no idea how or why. He was supposed to be here picking up a pizza order for us, do you know what happened to him?” Hueso’s jaw drops—not literally, thankfully, otherwise Leo would have a hundred-percent been distracted making a thousand jokes about that. “What, your brother has been arrested? Yes, I saw him, he came with that human girl, the Foot recruit, for your pizzas. Speaking of which, why exactly are you spending time with her now? Hasn’t she tried to kill you several times?” "Honestly, it’s all good now!” Mikey says happily. “Casey’s actually really chill. And we love a good redemption arc in this family.” "And she lacks a proper education in the awesomeness of Jupiter Jim.” Donnie adds. “So April and I can show her how amazing JJ Pluto Vacation IV really is, and she can appreciate it without any external and objectively wrong bias.” "You have objectively wrong bias, but whatever, that’s irrelevant.” Leo brings them back to the problem with uncharacteristic firmness, not missing how both Mikey and Donnie exchange glances from the corner of his eye. “Hueso, please. What happened when they were here?” "Nothing out of the ordinary, Pepino, I assure you. They came to the restaurant, I greeted them personally. They made their payment and took their pie order, six pepperonis and one Hawaiian—” "Ugh, disgusted shiver, Raph probably decided he would rather turn himself in than have to be in the presence of that culinary atrocity.” Donnie butts in, suddenly letting out an ‘ow!’ as Mikey elbows him hard.

supremely excited for this fic, it's gonna be a blast! i'm tired of writing emotionally heavy stuff haha, so this is very comedy and action focused!

thank you so much for the ask<33

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #rottmnt raph #rottmnt cassandra #canon typical everything but the turtles can say fuck #heehee

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flurry-bace · 11 months ago

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"Would you watch Season 3 of the show?" I WOULD DIE FOR SEASON 3 OF THE SHOW

WE NEED IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!

#pluto plus #rottmnt

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cuddlebugmonster · 2 months ago

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Turtles and color practice

#Rottmnt Pluto #rottmnt Leo #rottmnt Mikey #rottmnt Donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt tots #color practice #krang fan baby #Donnie fan baby #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt

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flurry-bace · 1 year ago

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I am amassing all the Donnie nicknames I've seen (canon and non-canon). So far we've got:

Dontron

Don-Don

Donutella

Donald

Shrimpatello

GIVE ME MORE

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chil-aglia · 3 months ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐲

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Cold winter air was especially strong today as Adriaen shivered softly from the sudden breeze. He snuggled his face slightly into his scarf as he was watching the brothers and April make a Jupiter Jim snowman.

Raph grins as he stands on a snowy hill and pushes down a giant snowball, deciding to sing to pass the time.

"Snow day, hooray so magical and new there’s so much we can do.”

Leo chimes in, smirking as he pushes down another snowball from the hill as well.

”Snow day, no training, only fun. We’ve only just begun. I'm glad I’m here with you!”

He points down at Adriaen, winking as the latter deadpans and looks away, almost colliding with Donnie who slides over happily to sing.

"Snow day, hooray barometric pressure is so low, but my heart is a glow revving up my tech bō!”

Adriaen softly yelped in surprise when Donnie suddenly brought out his tech bō and switched it to a chainsaw mode. Mikey sprung up, chuckling excitedly as he clears his throat.

“Snow day, our snowman is the best, Jupiter Jim fans will attest. Omigosh my coat’s a vest!” He sang out, parts of his sleeves ripped off after he was stuck inside the snowy bundle that was from the large snowballs that Leo and Raph shoved down. Donnie used his chainsaw to sculpt the snow into the figure of Jupiter Jim.

”Come on Adri, your turn!” Mikey points over as Adriaen stiffens, looking between everyone who grins in anticipation. The mutant sweats before sighing.

May as well give them what they want.

He clears his throat, taking a breath in as he places a hand over his chest.

”Snow day, the air is so cold, but I’m wrapped up tight, feeling bold! The snow’s all around, sparkling white, we’re ready for fun, let’s take flight!”

He flinched in embarrassment when they cheered and clapped for his on the spot made up lyrics as April climbs up on top of Raph’s shoulders, Mayhem curling himself around April’s neck.

“Snow day, hooray, we all should be so proud. Snow day, all together sing out loud!”

Everyone gets in front of the makeshift snowman figure of Jupiter Jim, Leo laying across the snowy floor as the others stood behind him, harmonising.

"Snow day. Hooray!"

The singing stops there with everyone smiling and chuckling as they admire the handiwork of the snowman. “Great Job fam. And Donnie I guess." Leo teases, standing beside Donatello who huffs and rolls his eyes.

“If I weren't so enchanted by the beauty of our replica, Jupiter Jim, I’d probably say something like, ‘Look over there.’ Push!’"

Donnie shoved Leo away, the slider yelping when he fell in a pile of the fluffy snow. Adriaen jumps back slightly to avoid being knocked over as he grins lightly in amusement and looks down at Leo.

”Should’ve seen that coming.” He informs, as Leo blushes and chuckles awkwardly as he raises his hand out to be helped up.

Adriaen accepts the hand and pulls Leo to his feet.

“And for the cherry on top, this flag from Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies." Raph exclaims, holding up a flag that he kept hidden in his pocket.

"Best JJ Movie of all time baby." Mikey whoops, as he watches his older beignet about to put the flag on top of the pole.

“What the what? Hold up Skip. Jupiter Jim Pluto vacation 4, is the best JJ movie of all time." April corrected, as Donnie smugly nods in agreement.

“Ranked by us. Just now. So, it's basically official, no arguing.”

Of course this earned Leo, Raph and Mikey to cackle at them. Adriaen stood on the sidelines; arms crossed comfortably as he shook his head. This was expected to happen.

"Jupiter Jim Pluto vacation? Where JJ spends the entire time searching for ice before realising the surface of Pluto…is ice?" Leo snorts, shoulders shaking at his laughter as April and Donnie only looked confused by their amusement.

“Uh yeah. And every time we watch it; you laugh your heads off."

"Because Raph always falls asleep and breaks something with his face!” Mikey exclaims as Adriaen recalls the few times that Raph has indeed broken something, like the projector at one point.

"Yeah, my face takes damage like a boss, Leo, hit me!" Raph shouts but Donnie appears behind, holding his tech bō that became a hammer.

"Oh, please let me."

"No!" Leo and Mikey pounce on their brother and they proceed to pin Donnie down. Adriaen watches as he shakes his head, April turns to him. “What about you Adri? Who do you agree with?” She questions only for Adriaen to scoff lightly.

”Neither. I’m not a fan of JJ.”

”Ugh, so boring. Do you like any of the movies?”

”Just when it ends.”

Adriaen looks up to see Donnie trying to tackle Raphael who was bigger and stronger than him physically, so Raph just held him back by the face before pushing him back.

"I’m the oldest, my flag wins. The end." He declares out, smirking proudly only to yell and almost fall forward when a snowball hits his head from behind.

Huh?

Adriaen looked around to see who could’ve thrown that, but no one was nearby.

"Hey, who did that? Was it Mayhem?" Raph interrogated, glaring down at the animal that April held. “Raph, you were looking right at us." April bluntly stated as Leo loudly hums in suspicion.

"What a convenient excuse, April."

"Yeah! I can’t believe you weaponize snow just to prove your flag is better than yours."

Adriaen deadpans at him, “You literally just admitted that they have the superior flag.” He comments, making Donnie snort in pride, “Glad to hear you agree our flag is better."

Mikey shakes his head, pointing his finger at his brother. “Our flag eats your flag’s lunch money for breakfast." He sasses, as Adriaen watches how they all leaned closer to each other competitively.

"Oh, yeah?"

”Yeah!”

In one swift moment they smirk and announce together, "Snowball fight!"

"Yes! Last player standing gets to fly their team’s flag." Raph added, Leo nodding vigorously as he wrapped an arm on Adriaen’s shoulders. “Dibs! You’re on my team!” He shouts, making Adriaen cross his arms over his chest. “What? But I don’t care about the flag.” He stated but Leo shrugs his shoulders and pokes his finger against Adriaen’s snout.

”All in good fun. Plus, we’re a great couple—I mean team!”

Leo corrects, blushing madly at his slip up but breathes in relief when Adriaen focuses on April who gathered everyone’s attention.

"Okay, we’re up for a friendly game. No safe base, no weapons, no mercy!"

Mikey coughs, as he had his own rules to add in. "And no ice balls, no slush slappers, no horse hoppers, pepper poppers, liberty launchers, downtown hammers, dream hackers, thrashers, no Freddie Prinz junior.” He lists off, the others nodding along before he pauses and clears his throat.

”No corked snowballs of any kind. We aren't savages."

Donnie chuckled darkly, already making a snowball in the sculpture of a skull.

"Speak for yourself."

Adriaen sweats at him. “Dude…” He uttered under his breath, before he was grabbed by Leo when Raph started the game.

“Ready, set, snow!"

He immediately got snow in his face and everyone laughed as they all ran around, picking up snow and forming snowballs.

Leo laughs and drags Adriaen behind a tree, using it as a shield. “Come on Adri! Help me out here.” He encouraged with a wide smile. Adriaen hums before playfully rolling his eyes as he picks up snow and forms a ball.

He aims one at Donnie, getting an instant headshot as Leo cackles and high-three’s his crush. “Nice one! Let’s keep it coming.” Leo noted before running off to throw more of his snowballs.

Adriaen goes the opposite direction as Donnie points over at him. “Betrayal! I thought we were best friends!” He dramatically wails, only to be hit again with a snowball to the face by Adriaen.

Adriaen grins slightly, before gasping and dodging an incoming snowball from April but Mayhem transports in the air and drops a few snowballs into Adriaen who groans and shakes his head to dust off the snow on him.

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Mikey and April laughed as they sled down a hill, throwing snowballs at each other. April managed to knock him to the side and snow landed on his face.

Leo and Adriaen were shell to shell, holding a pile of snowballs as they rocket fired them at anyone who was nearby. "Oh, boy!" Leo announces, throwing multiple snowballs at Donnie and Mayhem.

April ducks behind other snowmen and one lands on her face. Mikey soars over her, yelling when his snowboard crashed, and his body was sent flying in the air.

Donnie is hiding the snowmen he crafted for them to be decoys as he jumps out of one of them and he fires snowballs at Raph with a machine.

“Time out, time out, time out!"

Raph calls out, signalling for everyone to pause the game as he sighs in relief. “Hot chocolate break?” He suggests, immediately having everyone perk up as they all gather around.

They were handed out hot chocolate that was made by Raph. It had gotten dark out, with most of the humans already inside the warmth of their homes.

Adriaen shuddered slightly when a breeze zipped by him, as he subconsciously shifted closer to the nearest person for heat. That being Leo who welcomed him into his side. Knees touching as Leo chuckled and put down his drink.

”Your scarf is sliding off.”

He wraps his hands around the fabric as he fixes it for Adriaen who blushed, either from the cold or from how embarrassed he felt, he didn’t quite know but he didn’t mind it.

“Thanks.”

Raph interrupts the moment by chuckling, “You got me good back there Donnie but the game ain’t over yet." He challenges as his brother scoffs at him. “Yes, but when it is my team’s flag will grace our statue and wave like a queen to her subjects." He declared out, smirking at the thought, before flinching when Mikey fell from the sky and plops into the snow.

"Mikey?"

“Snow day hooray, baby." The box turtle weakly grunts out, sitting up and shaking his head. “You alright? How long were you in the air for?” Adriaen mumbles in confusion, as Leo tilts his head in curiosity.

”Dude, that was incredible! What was your hang time? Like two, maybe three sequences?"

Leo teased as Donnie hums in agreement before sipping his hot beverage. “Yes, sweet sledding Angelo. And may I say, this cocoa is exquisite. Do I detect a skosh of maple malt syrup?" He brightens up, smiling at the taste as Mikey only sighs and rolls his eyes at him.

“If you paid attention to Jupiter Jim’s Saves the Seven Galaxies you would know what the secret ingredient is."

Adriaen lightly glared at him, grimacing. “If you say it’s love I’m going to throw this drink at you.” He warns, hearing Leo chuckle next to him at his empty threat.

“Um, you and Leo always interrupt the movie by fighting over who gets to wear the Jupiter Jim costume." April deadpans at the brothers, making Adriaen recall a past memory of the time Leo and Mikey fought and argued over the captain glass head bowl thing.

He even remembered how he had to separate the two like he was a tired single father.

Raphael falls and points over at Donnie and April. "You never see the end? That's why you and Donnie don’t get why Seven Galaxies is so much better than the movie you like." He grins happily, Leo nodding and leaning his side against Adriaen.

“Preach.”

Adriaen didn’t comment, after all he could care less about the little childish competition about what movie was better.

“Trust me. Our flag totally deserves to be up there." Raph added, before he, Mikey and Leo all stack on each other to try and sneakily tie their flag on the pole.

“What now? Mayhem!" April calls out in utter confidence as Mayhem teleports in front of Raph and scratches his face before he then teleports the snapper away and causes him to land on Leo and Mikey.

Adriaen blinks at the pile before he flinches back in surprise when Mayhem teleported into his arms to be held by him.

"Oh, that is fun for me." Donnie admits in amusement at what he witnessed with his brothers. Unbothered when Raph shouts before challenging the two once more.

“Breaks over. Game on!”

They resume their snowball fight; however, Adriaen decides to take cover with Mayhem, sitting behind the Jupiter Jim snowman for cover as he sighs and leans back slightly against the sculpture.

This is going to go on all night at this rate.

Mayhem purrs and starts licking at Adriaen’s face, wagging his tail when Adriaen softly chuckles and holds him away from his face. “You just enjoy causing chaos, don’t you?” He rhetorically asks the animal who just let out a mixture of a purr and growl. Suddenly a loud and eerie rose caught everyone’s attention as they halted the game and looked around. Birds flapping frantically in the sky.

"Did anyone hear like a really sick bird or something?" Leo asks, tilting his head as Adriaen stood up, Mayhem teleporting over to April as the mutant turtle went to stand next in between Leo and Donnie.

Before anyone could say anything or explain what the weird sound was, they were flabbergasted when a large furry figure landed in front of them. The figure chuckled darkly before stepping out of the shadows to reveal it was obviously a mutated Ghostbear. The wrestler that Raph was a fan of.

Ghostbear seemed to have been mutated into a white bear, perhaps a polar bear with his mask and suit still intact.

“Peekaboo losers!"

"Ghostbear?!"

Adriaen watches as Raph perks up, beaming with joy at the new form of his idol.

"I love the new look! Oh! Hey, can I get a quick selfie?"

The snapper started taking selfies of Ghostbear who posed for some of them.

"Ugh! Every time with this guy." Donnie complains while Adriaen shook his head at him, “Raph! Not the time to be taking pics with the enemy!” He hissed out, but Ghostbear growled lowly at Raphael.

“How about a scar to remember me by?"

He lifts his arm up before striking at Raph for a punch, only for his hand to go right through Raph, like he was transparent or invisible now.

Raph takes another selfie while Ghostbear recoils back in shock.

“What is this? I can switch between bear and ghost?"

Adriaen scoffed at this power, “Wow. Mutated just correctly that fits your name.” He grumbled, stepping back and widening his eyes when Ghostbear punches Raph in the face, knocking him into a tree.

"He hit Raph so hard he almost went straight through our snowman!" April concluded, Leo panicking at the close call.

"But our snowman’s okay, right?"

Adriaen deadpans at his friend’s, “That’s seriously what you're worried about?” He huffs, shaking his head as Ghostbear hums in interest.

“So it’s the man of snow that you love? Then I will destroy it!"

He runs at the group who yelp and step back. Adriaen sweats and turns to Mayhem. “Mayhem, our weapons!” He ordered, relieved that the animal understood him as he teleports away for a moment. While Mayhem was going off to retrieve the weapons, the group quickly ran away to avoid getting hit by Ghostbear who was fast and powerful as he swiped at them individually.

The turtles and April panting as they stare ahead at the opponent. "He’s too fast. Leo, sacrifice yourself to buy us time." Donnie announces as Adriaen whacked him upside the head.

”No one is sacrificing themselves.”

One cue, Mayhem reappears with the weapons and drops them into their hands. Now armed, the turtles point their weapons towards their enemy, Ghostbear.

“Okay fam, nobody messes with our snowman. Now let’s beat this bozo bear like Jupiter Jim beat those space pirates.” Raph declares out, of course making a reference to the movie he still cares for.

"How dare you use this fire moment to plug your obviously lesser movie." Donnie scolded him but was cut off by Adriaen who shouted at them. “Look out!” He exclaimed as he and the others yelled and jumped out of the way when Ghostbear lunged at them, slamming his fists on the snowman, destroying it.

“No!”

"Come on!"

Leo hisses and aims his blade in Ghostbear’s direction, "You’re a monster. Not because you look that way." He huffed out as Donnie slid in next to him. “But because you ruined something we collectively cherish! Humbug upon you sir, humbug!"

Adriaen blinks at him, “I wouldn’t say we all cherished it but it's still uncool either way.” He shrugs his shoulders before turning to Raph who began making some big speech about the snowman.

”Yeah. We all love Jupiter Jim. Which movie is better doesn’t even matter. If I’m being real, I love how Donnie performs all the musical numbers when we watch PV4."

“And I do like how Raph gets stuck in a pirate accent after we watch seven galaxies." Donnie admits, smiling softly towards his older brother. "I try to stop…but it be too hard." Raph responds, his accent changing towards the end.

“Villain over here!" Ghostbear calls out, puzzled as to why no one was giving him attention. "It’s watching the Jupiter Jim movies together as a family that makes them so special." April confesses, placing a hand on Adriaen’s shoulder who hums as he nodded along.

”That’s true. Even if I’m not a fan of JJ. I still find comfort in watching them when I’m with all of you.”

Leo grins as he wraps an arm around Adriaen’s neck and pulls him into a hug. “Aw! You are such a softie.” He teases, while Raph chuckles and opens his arms out.

“Bring it in. Come on."

Everyone formed into the warm hug, even Adriaen who blushed a bit in slight embarrassment smiled into the embrace.

"How sweet." Ghostbear taunted, the gang eyes widening before groaning when they were thrown to the ground. Adriaen clicks his tongue in annoyance, standing up. "That’s it. Mad Dogs ahoy!" Raph exclaimed out, charging in first with the others following behind. They leap into the air, Raph phasing through Ghostbear and getting grabbed by the hoodie.

Raphael lands on Donnie when he is thrown towards his brother. Leo slides in, slicing at Ghostbear with his ōdachi but it goes through him, making the slider sweat and gulp as Ghostbear punches him away.

Mikey also gets slammed, making him groan as Adriaen jumps in, flinching briefly when Ghostbear roars at him and swipes his claws at him. Adriaen ducks down, clenching his kama’s as he aims for the legs to cut him down.

But he didn’t get close enough when he was picked up by the head and thrown roughly towards the trees.

He grunts upon impact, rubbing at his head as he picks up the kama’s he dropped.

Donnie clears his throat for his attention and gestures to Adriaen to hide in the trees. Not seeing any other choice, Adriaen puts away his weapons and climbs up a tree.

“Tortugas, come out and play." Ghostbear taunted, walking around to find them. "Should we call animal control?" Leo whispered loud enough for those near him to hear. Adriaen lightly scoffed, “I don’t think animal control is going to do anything about this.” He muttered, scowling briefly before April perks up at an idea.

"We could use the flags to blind him."

“But Ghostbear only stays solid when he’s attacking us." Mikey frowns in response but before anything was said, the tree Raph was hiding in began to break under his weight.

"Uh, oh.."

Adriaen winced when he watched Raphael fall down and faceplant in the snowy floor. The group groans and grumbles under their breath as Ghostbear obnoxiously laughs in amusement at their demise.

When suddenly Raph gasps and sits up. An idea brewing in his head.

"I got it! You guys stay close enough so he’s attacking and stays solid. We’ll use our icy environment just like Jupiter Jim did."

Donnie deadpans slightly at him but seemed rather impressed. "Wow, full circle."

April chuckled as she stood up after everyone else had jumped down from the trees and walked behind Ghostbear who growled loudly when he took a step forward towards the turtles. But April stood him h calling out to him.

”Yoo-hoo! Fuzzy wuzzy bear man! Mayhem, do your thing."

Mayhem teleports from her shoulders and appears above Ghostbear's head. He covers his eyes with the flag as Ghostbear panicked and freaked out.

"I’m afraid of the dark!"

Mikey wraps Ghostbear with his whip, smirking confidently as Adriaen turns to Raph who punches the water fountain at the park, Leo swoops in afterwards and makes a portal above the water, the portal opening above Ghostbear and drenching him.

Adriaen smirks as he notices Ghostbear standing up, he quickly throws his kama’s at the opponent, the mystic weapons glowing briefly as Adriaen directs them to swipe and cut at Ghostbear legs, forcing the mutant to kneel on the floor.

"Donnie?"

Donatello looks through his tech bō and grins proudly. “Let’s see you phase through my hexagonal crystalline solid A.K.A. ice."

He uses his ice blaster on Ghostbear who trembles and growls as his body begins to still and ice starts covering him.

"Tortugas!"

In a matter of seconds, he becomes frozen with the flag in his hand. With a sigh of relief, Adriaen called back his kama’s to him, catching them securely as April cheers.

"Guys, it worked!”

"Awesome job, famo."

April smiles softly and looks to Raphael, “Raph, for the cherry on top, why don’t you put your flag up there?” She suggested but instead the snapper hums in thought.

“I got a better idea.”

He removes his scarf, and places it on top of the pole, the others copying him as they gave him their colour coded scarves.

"Since we all love Jupiter Jim equally, and we all worked together as equals to put Ghostbear on ice, our flag should represent all of us."

Adriaen chuckled, crossing his arms and admired the little handiwork. “I could get behind this.” He agrees, Leo nodding in agreement until he narrowed his eyes and deadpans.

“Wait, how come Raph’s is on top?”

Adriaen shakes his head, before he playfully shoves Leo down onto the snow, the slider yelling before lightly glaring up in embarrassment at his crush who could only grin down at him.

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My stomach be hurting, but that won’t stop me from uploading a chapter!

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.

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