#spark gone!donnie

[another-melomanie-blorbo]

Spark Gone AU

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Okay so I already have playlists for this AU well they're in progress and i already have an idea abt what it is and the design (im just not very artsy like that TvT)

ANYWAYSSSS

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Splinter and Draxum take care of the turtles but they're always fighting and the fights have even gotten physical before. All and all its not a very good environment.

As for the boys, they mostly live in the sewers but frequently go to Big Mama's hotel to escape it.

In this AU Mikey is no longer the sunshine character, as much as he would like to he just... isn't. Instead a girl named Vicki (my besties oc) is. She lives with her father and step-mother and has a good environment, however, every other week she goes to stay with her mom and step-dad which is not exactly a good environment.

Donnie is often getting in fights WITH his two dads. He's sick of it but at the same time doesn't care. Still, he gets in between them which hes never ended well. If he doesn't feel like getting in the fight Leo told him not to and he needed to heal he'll lock himself in his lab and work, ignoring it as much as he can.

Leo is still the medic, actually he's really good. That comes from practice though. He would/will patch up his dads and Donnie after their fights. Its would always be so brutal, he was glad they at least were good fighters, at the same time though he wished they wouldn't fight at all. When they start arguing he goes to the med bay and starts to prep wondering if it'll ever end.

Raph is the oldest and is normally taking care of his brothers, making sure they are fed, that the have clean clothes, etc., etc. He protects them, tries to keep them out of trouble. Raph normally stays im his room or with one of his brothers. When his dads start to fight he just tries to ignore it by meditating or training.

Mikey spends most his time out of the lair. In the Hidden City, Big Mama's hotel, New York City roof tops, anywhere that wasn't home. He hated when they fought and hated hearing it. When he's on roof tops he listens to music and sketch's. He used to dance and he was a beautiful dancer at that. When Splints and Draxum fight Mikey leaves the lair, if he can't leave then he goes to Donnie's lab with his headphones and turn the volume all the way up.

Mikey has also thrown away his ballet shoes and no longer dances, only he knows why.

The boys have gone to school before but are now home schooled. They went to April's school thanks to Big Mama giving them cloaking broaches.

VICKI! okay so she has step parents on both sides. She lives with her dad and step-mom which is a pretty good environment. Every other week she goes to her mom and step-dads, which is not. They are always drunk and fighting. When she meets the turtles shes like "okay if i can't fix my family i can try here" she pretty much gives them their spark back.

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OKAY so whadaya thiink~? honestly i kind like this one. IM EXCITED EEEEEEEE i wonder how it will turn out OH WELL :D.

[httpvomitello]

You don't mess with our sister *⁠.⁠✧

Request: Hello! I would be interested in how the turtle brothers and dad Splinter would be. What if their little sister dated an abusive boyfriend?

TW: mentions of toxic relationship, aggression, aggressive boyfriend

The family had noticed the changes in you for weeks. Normally upbeat and quick to laugh, you’d become quieter, more reserved, and you always seemed just a little on edge. The spark that had once been so distinctly you was fading, but whenever anyone asked, you’d wave it off with a tired smile.

The first to catch on was Mikey. You’d always had an easy relationship with him, so when he noticed you flinching or brushing him off whenever he asked about your boyfriend, he knew something was up. He tried gently at first, coming up with plans to take you away from your boyfriend or slyly joking about “that punk boyfriend of yours” to see how you’d respond. But each time, you brushed it off, insisting everything was fine, despite the bruises you always tried to hide and the excuses you’d make for them.

Raph was next. He had a sixth sense for danger, and his anger flared whenever he saw you shrinking away from your own family or flinching at sudden movements. He was relentless, trying to get you to admit what was going on, but you’d grown defensive. ��Just stay out of it!” you’d shout, but he wasn’t easily deterred. He knew something was wrong, and he was determined to protect you—whether you wanted his help or not.

Then there was Leo, watching the situation carefully. He’d seen Mikey and Raph struggle to reach you, and it tore him apart seeing his little sister like this. He wanted to help but knew that pressuring you might push you further away. Instead, he tried reaching you through quiet moments, asking if there was anything he could do or gently reminding you that you always had family here for you, no matter what.

And then there was Donnie. He’d been piecing things together in his own way. The tech-savvy genius had taken note of your boyfriend’s patterns, his social media presence, and everything he could find about him. Donnie didn’t push you as hard as the others, but he kept a close watch, knowing that he’d need to act fast if things took a turn for the worse.

Finally, it was Splinter who sat down with you one evening, his voice gentle but his eyes firm with concern. “My child,” he said softly, “I have taught you much, including strength and courage. I know you carry burdens we do not yet understand. But you do not carry them alone.”

As you finally broke down, telling them everything about the abuse, the room changed. Leo’s jaw clenched, Raph’s fists tightened, and even Donnie and Mikey exchanged dark glances.

"I’ll find him," Raph growled, his voice low and deadly. “And he’ll wish he’d never laid eyes on you.”

Mikey’s usual grin was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. “Nobody hurts my little sister and walks away from it,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “It’s payback time.”

Leo placed a steadying hand on Raph’s shoulder, but his eyes were as fierce as the rest of them. “We need to be smart about this. We’re not just going to hurt him. We’re going to make sure he never sees (Y/N) again.”

Donnie adjusted his glasses, his voice unusually cold. “Don’t worry. I'll track him down in a sec.”

Splinter, who had been sitting beside you, gave each of his sons a calm but knowing nod. “Remember, my sons—do what you must to protect your family, but do not become the very thing you despise.”

As you watched, they disappeared into the night, slipping out of the lair and into the shadows of the city.

They split up as they approached the boyfriend’s apartment, each taking a position around the building. Leo held up his hand, signaling for silence.

“We go in quietly,” he whispered. “We’ll give him one chance to leave her alone. If he refuses…well, then we make sure he gets the message.”

Mikey grinned, though it was a far cry from his usual warmth. “Oh, he’s gonna get the message, alright.”

With a nod, Raph kicked the door open, sending it crashing against the wall. The guy jumped up from his couch, stumbling as he tried to scramble away, but Donnie was already blocking his path.

“Going somewhere?” Donnie asked, voice low and menacing.

He looked around, his eyes wide with fear as he took in the sight of the turtles closing in on him. “What…what are you freaks?” he stammered, backing up until his back hit the wall.

Raph stepped forward, towering over him, his expression dark. “We’re her brothers, and you’re the guy who thought he could put his hands on her.” He cracked his knuckles, leaning closer. “You ever hear of karma?”

“W-Who? Y-You mean... Do you mean (Y/N)? Look, I…I didn’t mean—” the guy started, but Mikey cut him off.

“Save it,” Mikey spat. “You think you can just hurt her and get away with it? Not on our watch.”

Leo held up a hand, signaling for his brothers to stand back for a moment. He looked the guy in the eye, his gaze unwavering. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re going to leave her alone. Forever. If you so much as think about coming near her again, you’ll be dealing with us.”

He gulped, nodding frantically. “Okay…okay, I’ll leave her alone! I swear!”

Donnie raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “Words don’t mean much coming from someone like you. But if you break this promise, we’ll know.”

With a final glare, Leo nodded to his brothers, who turned to leave, but not before Raph leaned in close one last time. “If I hear you’ve have you been texting her or something? I’ll be back. And trust me, you don’t want that.”

As they left, they felt a grim satisfaction, knowing they’d done what was necessary to protect you. They returned home that night, slipping back into the lair, each one’s expression softened as they saw you waiting for them.

Leo said, his voice calm. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You ran into his arms, relief flooding over you as Mikey and Raph ruffled your hair. Even Donnie managed a small smile, his voice gentle as he reassured you, “We’re here for you. Always.”

Splinter watched from the sidelines, a hint of pride in his eyes. His pride in his family only grew as he knew he had raised his boys the right way.

[rallentando1011]

hey so can I get a scenario with rise donnie’s s/o coming up to him and invited him to a restaurant in the hidden city where it has couples dancing? Entices him with his favourite music that’s gonna be playing and massive puppy eyes?

late nights, flashing lights

rise Donnie x gn reader

“Come on, it’s the weekend! Why not do something special?”

Donnie flipped up his goggles in response to your question and set down his welding gun, sparks ceasing to fly at his confusion. “I haven’t the slightest notion on what the day of the week has to do with my choice of activities.”

“Our choice of activities - we’re hanging out right now, so it’s collective,” you corrected.

“Fine - our choice of activities. Sitting and working and engaging in riveting discussions is all we do on other nights, so what makes this one any different?”

You paused. All week, you had been planning a surprise for him - a trip to a quaint little disco in the Hidden City you’d heard about from April. She’d sent you some pictures from when she’d gone with Sunita and Casey, and then the idea took root.

But it was easier said than done.

Planning to surprise your turtle was difficult primarily for two reasons: the snoop always found out about it in advance (which you’d avoided narrowly this time by not mentioning anything about any plans tonight) and, the most difficult part, trying to get him to choose to go out of the lair, the step you found yourself currently stuck on. Still, you were going to try.

“I don’t know,” you replied coolly, “maybe the fact that it’s supposed to be the end of the week, time to relax or go out or something?”

“Out?”

“Yes. Out. With me. Instead of holing yourself up in the lab or whatever,” you mumbled.

“Out where? Not a lot of Homo sapien-mutant-accepting entertainment establishments come to mind, and, much as I love pretending not to be myself,” he flicked his goggles back down and turned back to his workspace.“I don’t know if I’m really in the mood for it right now.”

“Well.” You didn’t want to say that you knew of one in particular because that sort of spoiled the surprise element of the night. Hesitantly, you suggested, “we can try to look for one?”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hand stopping just shy of picking up his welding tool once more. “I don’t know…”

“Could we please just give it a shot?” Hook.

You nudged his arm, mustering up the warmest look you had. Line. “Any time you want to come back or feel uncomfortable, we’re headed right back here.”

Donnie glanced back over to you, and you could discern the exact moment he caved. Sinker. “Sure.”

The next half hour consisted of throwing on sweatshirts, linking arms and whipping out of the lair straight toward one of the many entrances to the Hidden City.

As you wandered through portals, down ramps and bystreets, the turtle you were practically dragging along looked at you exceedingly more quizzically.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Donnie eventually muttered.

“What?” you asked incredulously, quite unconvincingly. “No, of course not. Just meandering randomly. What gave you that impression?”

“Oh, nothing - just the fact that you’re walking with assertion in a seemingly predetermined path.”

A subtle smirk worked its way onto your face. “Maybe.”

He scowled, lighthearted. “Oh, sweet Galileo- why mustn’t you ask me out with you straightforwardly when you already have plans?”

You pulled on his sleeve to direct you two left before pushing the entrance of your location open for him. “Because then I wouldn’t get to see the look on your face when I take you places like this.”

As soon as he stepped foot in the building, you saw the glow in his eyes, his radiant beam, and they were far more beautiful than the already gorgeous venue.

The pictures you’d seen of it looked good, but seeing it in person was even better; with the amber lights and colorful tiled-dance floor and overhead disco ball, the place looked like it was ripped straight out of the 80’s. 

“It’s a discotheque, baby!” you grinned, throwing an arm back around his shoulder. “Last one like this within, like, a thousand mile radius.”

“Woah!” Somehow his eyes lit up even more when he looked back at you. It was stunning. “How have I not heard of this place?”

“I mean, that checks out. April recommended it, and apparently it took Sunita forever to find somewhere with a more traditional disco - it only plays 70’s and 80’s hits. You’re welcome.”

Donnie was still stupefied. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“I heard they’ve got some tables over there for dining, and that the drinks from there-”

Your hand was gently snatched from the air where it was pointing at a countertop across the room. You looked down at the tridactyl hand holding it, then up its owner.

The turtle grinned, finally pulled from his daze and emphatically lucid. The look in his eyes bore a striking resemblance to the exact one you’d used to get him to agree to come here. “We can get into the dives and dining and whatnot later - for right now, care to dance?”

“I mean, I have a reservation for-”

Another hand on your waist was all it took to shut you up, and slowly walking backwards landed the both of you on floor, and pulling you closer resulted in the both of you grinning and spinning and dancing.

As a myriad of killer songs blasted from the front of the room, you found yourself inundated with a seeping, saccharine satisfaction, partially derived from doing the merengue and cha-cha and some deviant of the Cabbage Patch along with many more improvisations, but mostly from the sheer elation exuded by your dance partner.

Even as you two continued to bounce to Whitney or sway to Prince, his focus stayed on you, eyes locked, with scarcely a moment without a hand or arm making contact with you.

Somehow, just that affectionate attention, that carefree yet caring energy made the efforts of getting him into a social setting and keeping a surprise from the nosiest person in the world abundantly more than worth it.

[lizaaardstuff]

Hellebores (shattered)

Hey guys, I’ve decided to try something a little new. This is a fic I’ve been working on for the last month now, and I wanted to share a small snippet of the beginning with you guys since it’ll be a bit longer before I’m able to post it on ao3.

This is a Donnie centric story that will take place after the invasion (like my other fanfic), but the beginning kicks off during the end battle.

⚠️Trigger warning for this fic will include: Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Paralysis, Internalized Ablism, PTSD, Medical Stuff; you know, the works.

Please let me know your thoughts once you’ve read this, I’d love to hear them <3

Word count: 1,845

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Being apart of the Technodrome was... incredible. Being so wholly welcomed into such vast knowledge and power was thrilling- world changing. He was everything. He was everywhere. Nothing was out of his reach. He could feel the space in his head expand, his senses heightened to new levels, and as long as he ignored the pain in his shell and the prickling in his limbs and the pressure in his head, he would describe this as the best experience of his life. Truly, nothing could ever compare.

And then he was ripped out.

Violently.

Without any care to what it would do to him.

And suddenly the greatest experience of his life had turned into a living nightmare. He had never felt pain like this before, and not a second too soon, he blacks out.

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"...nie!"

"Donnie, wake up!"

Donnie's eyes blearily crack open, dizzying colors invade his senses, and he fights the urge to close them again. He can hear himself wheezing, struggling to take in a full breath. He feels his head dipping down towards his chest, and he realizes he's being held up. Blinking to try to clear the haze from his vision, he looks around to his brothers, who are all being held up by the same gooey Krang matter. Donnie almost does a double take when he sees Raph, with the Krang's influence gone, but he doesn't even get a second to revel in this new development, because Leo and Mikey are suddenly yelling for him again.

"Donnie, c'mon, you have to fight it!" Leo shouts from across the room. A flash of blue lights up the room, and Donnie can feel the electricity of his brothers ninpō light up in his chest. And now that he's focusing on it, he can feel Raph's ninpō there too, strong and steady. Feeling that spark ignites something within his own kindling, and when Mikey's ninpō joins the mix, that's all the push Donnie needs before a beam of striking purple joins the cacophony.

There's yelling, but Donnie's ears are ringing, and everything sounds like it's happening behind a wall of cotton. He sees everyone's ninpō burning away the Krang matter that was holding them up, and he assumes the same was happening to him, but he could barely feel it.

Donnie drags in a breath, feeling like he was breathing through a straw, and uses all of his strength to lift up his right arm to pull at the Krang gunk that was pulling at his neck. If I could just get a moment to catch my breath...

And then the Krang matter is gone, and he's falling.

Donnie lands hard on his side, pain flaring through the upper part of his spine and echoing out across his chest, and the impact forces a weak cough out of him that takes away the little bit of air he had managed to gain in his lungs.

"Donnie!" he hears from above, but his eyes are slipping shut again, his energy spent.

There's a soft thud next to him, and a gentle hand on the side of his face. "Donnie, open your eyes man, please. C'mon, just open your eyes."

Leo.

Donnie slowly peels open his eyes again, despite how badly he wanted to just let them remain closed. Because Leo asked nicely.

Donnie drags in another breath.

Why is it still so hard to breathe?

"There you are," Leo sighs, a confusing mix of worry and relief painted on his face.

Donnie hears quick footsteps behind him and a soft gasp, "his shell," "oh Donnie," but when he tries to turn his head to see who's talking, Leo's hand that was still on his face presses down lightly to keep his head in place. "Don't move."

Donnie's head is starting to feel light from the lack of oxygen.

"Oh my god, Leo, what do we do." Mikey. That's Mikey. Donnie's fingers twitch against the ground as he tries once again to turn his head to see his baby brother, but Leo's hand remains firm.

"We have to move." Raph. His big brother is here too. Wait...

Donnie's already unsteady breathing halts, his eyes going wide. "Wait," he croaks out, all eyes turning back on him, "if you're all here... the Krang." Donnie's words slur, and his sentence ends in another wheezing breath.

The others share a confused look above him. Leo looks back down to meet Donnie's eyes, gently taking his hand with the one that wasn't securing the softshell's head. But Donnie could barely feel it. Everything felt so disconnected and muffled. Shock, maybe.

"Donnie," Leo says sharply, like he'd been calling his name a few times. Donnie drags his eyes back up to Leo, blinking through another round of haze. "Donnie, you're holding them off. Or, at least I'm assuming it's you. There's a big purple dome around us, and you're glowing, so..."

Huh?

"Leo," Raph says urgently from wherever he is. Donnie still can't see him or Mikey. If only I could just sit up... "We still need to get the Krang through that portal." There's hesitation in his voice, and Donnie wishes he could see his face.

"I know!" Leo snaps, voice trembling and eyes brimming with overwhelmed tears. It felt so unlike him. He'd only seen Leo make that face a few times in their lifetime, and most of what he could count were from the last 24 hours. Donnie focuses solely on flexing his fingers around Leo's hand, and Leo squeezes back automatically, looking back down at him but still talking to Raph. "I know, but- we can't move him like this."

"Leo, we can't stay here," Donnie hears Mikey say from somewhere above him.

Donnie watches as a tear rolls down Leo's cheek, catching the purple lighting of Donnie's ninpō. Then Leo squares his shoulders and his face hardens, eyes glancing up to meet the others above him, and Donnie knows that he's come to a decision.

"Raph, in a few minutes I'm going to need you to pick up Dee. As carefully as you possibly can. I'll portal you down to a safe spot. Donnie actually managed to get the ship pretty close to the portal before the Krang grabbed him and Mikey, so all Mikey and I have to do is push the big guy through. I need you to watch Dee, if you can find anything hard and flat to lay him on once you're down there, that would be best. Make sure he doesn't move." Good, Donnie thinks as he listens to his twin slip back into his leader voice, Leo's got this covered. Donnie can feel his eyes slipping shut again right as Leo's eyes shift back over to him. "Dee, look at me, I need you to focus."

Donnie would have rolled his eyes at the slider if he wasn't feeling so sluggish. Instead, he tries to hum to let him know he's listening, but it turned more into a weak groan.

"Before I have Raph pick you up, I'm going to do a quick check to see how you're doing. I need you to keep the shield up, okay? Can you do that for me? No, don't move your head, I got it," Leo adds quickly, pulling their hands apart to stop Donnie from nodding with both of his hands.

"Okay," Leo says, more to himself, as he finally lets go of Donnie's head, throwing a sharp glare in his direction with one more, "don't move," as he picks up Donnie's wrist to take his pulse.

He frowns, clearly not pleased with what he's feeling, but he moves on anyways, carefully shifting his head to lean against Donnie's chest. It was difficult since Donnie was on his side, and Leo seemed to take extra care in making sure not to jostle him. Leo's frown only deepens. This check up clearly wasn't going well. Damn, there goes my perfect test scores...

Then Leo goes to check his eyes, but without a pen light to use and the lighting around them being so dim, he gives up on that, moving to hold Donnie's hands instead.

"Squeeze my hands," Leo instructs.

Donnie has to dig through his energy reserve moving his fingers, and he notices that his right hand reacts before his left. Huh. But either way, he manages to give Leo's hands a weak, lopsided squeeze, which seemed to be good enough for now because Leo nods approvingly.

"Okay, now wiggle your toes for me." The slider sits up a bit straighter to look at the softshell's feet. Or, where Donnie assumes they must be, because he can't feel anything below his chest. Donnie's never been in shock before, and after this experience, he never wants to again. Though, that's a bit redundant. No one ever wants to go into shock, that would be masochistic. But Donnie definitely would rate this experience a zero out of ten, would not recommend-

"Donnie, focus," Leo says, placing a hand on Donnie's arm, bringing Donnie back to the present. "I need you to wiggle your toes." Was Donnie becoming delusional, or was there a hint of desperation in his brother's tone? Probably both.

So Donnie wiggles his toes like Leo has asked of him, if only to ease his brother's concern.

"Donnie, seriously, man. Move your toes so we can finish this up. I know you're feeling kinda out of it right now but-"

What? "I already did," Donnie mumbles out, immediately wishing he hadn't spoken when such a simple task leaves him breathless and dizzy.

"What? No, dude, you didn't. Try again." Leo's tone sharpens, eyes going wide, despite his casual wording.

Donnie furrows his smudged brows. "What're you talkin about?" Donnie tries to get an arm under him to push himself up, turning his head towards his legs, confused, but the second he tries to move, Leo's on top of him again.

"Stop! Stop moving," Leo shouts hurriedly. Donnie can feel the sharp sting of Leo's panic through their interlinked ninpō, and suddenly there's a shift in the air. Ignoring Leo's frantic pleads and shaking hands, Donnie tilts his head up slowly, painfully, and sees the large purple dome he had accidentally created to surround them shudder. A loud pounding followed by muffled rage filled roars could be heard just outside of the shield, as the Krang leader slams his fists into the structure, clearly becoming impatient.

When the Krang brings his fists down again, the structure glitches.

Donnie gasps, along with his brothers, and by pure instinct he pushes more energy into the shield. The world starts spinning and the corners of his vision go dim as he uses up the last of his reserves, and when Donnie blinks his eyes back open, his head is laying on the ground again. Leo's shouting something to someone, and there's a flash of bright, neon blue, and there's a large arm shifting under him. The last thing he sees is a burst of purple pixels as the dome shatters before his eyes slip shut.

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Okay so I really have no idea how to format anything on this app, so if it’s hard to read, I’m so sorry 😭

[tmntxthings]

∑一 A New Obsession 。・゜・

author’s note: I highly recommend listening to Smoke Sprite by So!YoON! & RM this song was the sudden inspiration for this little drabble

warnings: yandere tendencies, body worship, mentions of stalking, insanity, unstable mind, unedited

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Now Donatello did not hold the title of the family artisan. That was held securely by Michelangelo. And yet Donnie could not deny himself the precision it took to create that titanium bust of a terribly handsome scientist. So, sure maybe he was an artist, a sculptor. He didn’t really get the spark to create something similar after that. What had fueled the mini sculpture of himself was more geared towards narcissism anyways. But mostly it was a private joke on the internal awareness of said enlarged ego. Among other excuses like he had the spare titanium, and he had needed a break from the intricacies of his inventions.

He hadn’t thought he would ever sculpt again. Actually he didn’t even realize he had started to until the piece was finished. Now as he backed away from the final result, it was not just a bust but a life size replica of someone. Someone he had never met. Unless you counted the fact that he had passed them today in the throngs of the New York night-life crowd. Have you ever been walking, minding your own business, and totally blending in with the crowd with a masterful human disguise? He had headphones on, and a song had just ended, switching to something new. He heard the beat, the guitar. Then suddenly as if his name was called, he looked up from his ever-present phone screen.

His eyes widening marginally as his gaze locked onto the person walking towards him. Not truly to him, but in his direction. People were everywhere, going in all sorts of different directions. Colors beamed from the nonstop advertisements. Flashing brilliant lights on this person, as if life had given them their own personal spotlight. The realization that he had completely stopped walking barely crossed his mind. He was in the middle of the crosswalk too. In favor of directing all his attention to the ethereal being heading his way. Donnie had never experienced anything like this. For a moment he was acutely aware of everything about this person. From their confident walk, to their regal clothes, down to the minute details of them slipping their phone into a jacket pocket. Their hands, their frame hidden behind their clothes, their face. Their eyes coming up to look at their destination, and as they passed him, their eyes met for only a split second.

His heart felt like it stopped. Underneath their captivating gaze the turtle froze even more, his breath catching in his throat. The music practically faded into the background, he could hardly focus on anything other than you passing him by. It all happened so quickly, as they passed like nothing had happened. Donnie guessed nothing really had for them. But he was left with a completely opposite feeling. He fought the urge to turn around. To follow them. His heart restarted, his breathing felt labored, his feet stumbled along the white lines. He barely made it to the other side before the traffic resumed its flow. He whipped around then, eyes searching for the person who had just bewitched him so! Only they were gone, and he felt such crushing disappointment. It was insane. Donnie chided himself as he turned back to his original destination.

He had rushed back to the lair, ripping off the layers of clothing once he entered his lab. And like a madman he went into a creative frenzy. He only came to once he had recreated the person, his person in their entirety. He felt better now that he could see them again. Even if it was just a carbon copy. They were shorter than he was. He analyzed further, wishing he had used color somehow. The grey of the titanium didn’t do them justice. He went down on his knees. Kneeling before his person. This would have to do for now. The odds were slim but he had to find them again. “Who are you?” He murmured curiously. Why had he reacted so strongly? Was he losing his mind? Was he just that lonely? No, he’d been in a crowd before. Met eyes with strangers before. This was different. They were different.

Though it was his hand that had created this sculpture, it shook now as he dared to touch now. It felt sinful. Now that it looked like an actual being. The tips of his fingers grazed the statue’s. “I’ll find you,” he promised aloud. And then he would make them his. Mine. The word rang out in his head like a mantra as he finally stood. It would be difficult, but if Donatello could be described it would be determined. And maybe obsessed but that sarcastic thought didn’t cling to him as he started hacking into street cameras..

[msbarrybeeson]

Before You Go | Future Donnie & April Insight (Part VI)

(Reader Included)

A/N: Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Reader comments and feedback are also welcomed a lot. 

I have been gone for a long time. Just occupied with my studies! No fan fiction author curse or anything (yet).

Summary: You’re both adopting-parents of Casey. The story follows the perspective of Donatello and April O’Neil during the Kraang apocalypse. You and Leonardo decided to ask them to watch over thirteen-year-old Casey.

In other words, familial interactions between April, Donnie, and Casey Jr.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used, except the terms “(Mom / Dad)” are also used. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warnings: Bittersweet.

Word Count:  ~3490

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / ...

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Donnie knew how much of a genius he was.

It was no surprise after all. In his late teens, he improved NASA’s satellites to communicate with planets light centuries away. He cured breast cancer through the use of protons in radiation therapy to target specific cells, rather than affecting the harmless. Hell, he even managed to discover a new type of radioactive particles: mutons. By that point, he—.

“—should have been given a Nobel Prize in Medicine and in Chemistry.” Donnie cursed under his breath. He strolled over to his lab bench, equipping his goggles.

Squeeeak. 

April– who was found seated on Donnie’s roughed-up, spinning gaming chair– raised an eyebrow. Her hair had grown out and was left unbounded. Faint wrinkles and eye bags on her features displayed maturity, in contrast to a couple of years ago. However, everyone was well aware that time was not the only factor. 

“Whatcha going on about now, Donnie?”

The softshell huffed. “Recall when I wrote a report about my experimental findings with an invention meant to revive a deceased human being?”

“...You mean the one where you thought it was a good idea to open up Curie’s tomb? Even gone as far as to ask for my help?” April grimaced. “Who’d ever forget that.”

She proceeded to massage her temples. 

“God. You were in all kinds of messed up for that, Don.”

Lightning-like yellow sparks flickered as Donnie had his robotic hands occupied with a butane torch. His goggles were sealed tight around his eyes as he built a oval-looking device on his lab bench. Titanium outer-layer over a seriously complex circuit-board; appearing as if Samsung marketed grenades.

He scoffed. “Oh please. It wasn’t as if I’d taken long to understand how Marie Curie deserves her rest for her great contributions to radiation. Thus is why–.”

“–You decided to take a poor random husband of an old wife,” April interjected.

“Ahem.” Donnie pronounced. “The poor woman was begging me for her husband to be alive again. I was simply gracious and generous enough to not charge her for the process.” He set aside the butane torch. “At least it progressed well; he stayed alive for an additional two years. It gave his wife psychological comfort, and I was able to submit my paper to the N.S.F..” 

He picked up a screwdriver. “Except....” 

April could tell her friend’s eye was twitching. 

“They rejected my findings, nearly had me detained, and claimed it was far too ‘unethical.’” Donnie raised his volume. “Scoff! As if those researchers weren’t committing the crime themselves! Taking bodies away from families and claiming them as scientific property without permission.

If I could go back in time and shove my documents in their jaws, you bet I would.”

April smirked. “Well, I have my regrets too, Donnie.”

“You sound rather amused, April. Is that so surprising? And here I never thought you would regret your part-time job at Albearto’s. Or the fact you wasted money to switch to journalism in university.”

WHACK!

April threw her bat at Donnie’s head, flying back to her hand like a boomerang.

“Watch your mouth, mister. I may have regretted Albearto’s, but not a single moment in my life did I ever regret my journalism passion.” She stood up.

“Ouch.” The softshell vocalized, squinting his eyes toward her. His robotic clampers paused, setting aside the torch and taking off his goggles. 

“Mind yourself, April. Horse-playing is forbidden in the laboratory. I am not consenting to having yet another silver-titanium apparatus get scratched because of you.” Donnie gritted his teeth. “Can you hear the negative connotation?”

“Seriously, Donnie? Where’d that come from? Not only was that years ago but it ain’t anything except a simple accident.” 

“‘Simple accident?’” the softshell repeated with dramatic offense. “An accident, like many others in science labs, which could have caused severe damage! Remember the incident when your teacher dumped bleach and vinegar into the trash bin?

You know, if you had paid any attention in your chemistry class, those two would make mustard gas?” Donnie side-eyed his friend. “Simple accidents can have serious consequences, O’Neil.”

A hand crept up the lab bench.

“Uh-huh, and I’m supposed to believe an instance of me knocking over your phone and books would kill somebody?” April crossed her arms. “If anything, the blame’s yours for not organizing your desk when you got drunk on coffee.”

The hand took ahold of the butane torch.

“Donatello? Disorganized? Sounds cheap coming from you, a student majoring in Journalism.”

April pulled up her coat’s sleeves. “Oh boy, you’re about to get it—.”

Squeeeak!

Heads spun and found a 13-year old boy, replacing April’s spot on Donnie’s chair. Casey eyed the torch with a great yet concerning amount of curiosity.

“Yo, what’s this for, Uncle Don?”

At lightning speed, while April ran to move the gaming chair away further from the workbench, Donnie snatched the tool from his hands. “Child. Casey. Young man.” The softshell heaved loudly. “I must inform you this is NOT meant to be handled with such casual ease. How in Hawking did you even—.”

“Don’t your lab have a passcode or something?” 

“–Is what I am wondering myself, O’Neil. I refuse to believe this child remembers the beginning thirty numbers of π–.”

“Nope, only us.” April and Donnie lifted their gazes to his lab entrance. You leaned on the frame while a dear red-eared slider stood just behind. A couple of steps inside, and the metallic lab door shut close. 

Donnie– strangely– was quick to hide his device-in-progress off to the side.

“You’re back!” April grinned. “Hell, you would not believe the convo Donnie and I were having a minute ago.” She hurried to hug you.

“Figures,” Leo remarked. “We could practically hear you yards off.”

“Sounds like things never get old.” You smiled.

There was a side-eye between Donnie and April, before the Commander proceeded to inquire, coughing: “Anyhow.. care to explain the occasion? You two don’t seem to be in a hurry.”

“The only times you ever visit my laboratory are to prepare for immediate combat engagement, and you look awfully collected.” The softshell furrowed his brows.

“No, no.” You waved your hands, shaking your head. “Thank God no. We came here to ask if you two could take care of our Casey here while we head out.” The other turtle scrunched his in-quote eyebrows. “You— You came here to request us to... babysit him?”

April jabbed him in his plastron.

“You see? Just like I said.” Leo turned to you. “I know my brother, love. Don’s not the kind of guy to take responsibility for a kid. Or anyone, really.”

“Hold on.” Donnie narrowed his eyes. “I never said I refused, Leo.”

“Don’t know, it sounds like it to me.”

“Well, my misinformed brother, contrary to your belief, I am perfectly capable of handling a child.”

You huffed with amusement. Your husband only winked back.

“If you say so, Don.”

“Where are you two heading off for if you needed us to watch over him?” April inquired. “Wondering, ‘cause this never happened even when you two leave for patrol.”

“Just finding some time for ourselves.”

April exclaimed, “As in a honeymoon? Why not just say so? We’ll leave you two alone–.”

“–In this economy and climate?” Donnie interjected. “Has it also not been six years since your yet-to-be-legal marriage?”

“Alright, alright,” Leonardo chuckled. “Cut us some slack, bro. Finding time wasn’t easy when there’s Kraang above our necks.”

“Right, and you’re going on a honeymoon, how?” The softshell crossed his arms. “Simply because you’re the leader does not equate to you making wise decisions, Leo.”

“His ōdachi can teleport anyone to anyplace, we have some hope we can easily teleport to a remote area,” you answered. “One without Kraang infestation. It’ll be hard, but we may as well try.”

“Bonus points if we find clear skies and an ocean.” The red-eared turtle grinned, wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

“What’s a honeymoon, (Mom / Dad)?”

Your hand went to caress Casey’s cheek. “Parent quality time. It just means you get to handle yourself like the responsible grown-up you’ll become one day. Just promise me you’ll be on your best behavior around Uncle Don and Auntie April?”

“I promise, (Mom / Dad)!”

“Good boy,” Leo laughed, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“You didn’t ask Mikey and Raph to help out too, or?”

“Between you and me, I think you guys are better of making sure Casey doesn’t get into any chaos,” you whispered to April. “Don’t tell them that, though.”

She laughed. “Okay, I see how it is. You both have fun.” 

Donnie bit his lip. Right as Leonardo and (Name) turn to exit the laboratory, he extended his arm out to them.

“Leo, (Name).”

You two faced back to him once more.

“Don’t kill yourselves out there.”

Everyone’s eyes widened– April, you, and Leonardo himself. But the brother in blue snickered, holding a smile that reached his eyes. “So you do also care for me, Don. And all this time I thought you were plotting to put me in my grave or something.”

“We won’t.” Leo placed a hand on your shoulder. “You got my word.”

“Bye (Mom / Dad)! Bye Papa!”

“We’ll be back soon, Casey!”

Donnie stood in silence as you finally left, leaving himself with none other than his best friend and his nephew. “I refuse to believe this is the future we have to deal with.”

“Times changed all of us, didn’t they?” April spoke. “One day we wish each other a good one, and the next, we hope we just don’t die. I could’ve been a famous news anchor by now, make my mother happy, fight crime without worrying about dying the next second.

..I wonder if there’s anyone else out there besides the small number of us down here.”

“..I doubt it.”

Donnie pulled himself together and walked back to his workbench, operating his clampers to work once again. He put on his goggles. Casey, being a young teenager of enthusiasm, peeked over.

“Watch yourself, boy,” April warned.

“Don’t worry about me, Auntie. I’m only standing over here.” Casey narrowed his eyes upon the glowing and metal-like ball his uncle had his tools on. “What are you working on, Uncle Don?”

“A sphere.”

“A sphere?”

“You heard correctly.”

“That sounds kind of boring.”

Donnie had to hold himself back from remarking with: ‘That is exactly what every child whose intellect is doomed would say.’

“I’m sure your mother would find it rather moving.”

“(Mom / Dad)? I don’t understand what’s emotional about a ball, though.”

“Hey Casey.” April coughed. “Why not tell us about your mask here? Haven’t taken a good look at it before. Maybe Uncle Don would like to hear it too.”

“You actually want me to talk about my mask?”

“Ain’t a problem, is it?”

“No.” He fidgeted with his fingers a bit. “You don’t have anything else to do?”

“We were just told to watch over you, kid.”

“Yeah, but everyone I know is always busy with the Kraang or supplying weapons. I never really get chances to hang out.”

There was a brief pause in the butane torch’s flame.

April’s expression softened. Her hand came up to brush his black hair. “Things have gotten calmer up there. So you’ve got plenty of time with us now.”

Casey smiled.

“So your mask?” 

The boy alternated between covering his face and removing it. “(Mom / Dad) gave it to me. She told me it is based on the one worn by my biological mother. (Mom / Dad) also said that my birth mother was kind of crazy-funny and likes to be loud. She would have a stick to play– what was it– hockey?

I don’t know what kind of game hockey is supposed to be, but I guess it’s nice to know how life was like before all the Kraang.”

A sad smile crept on April’s lips. 

“Anyways, I thought the mask looked kind of plain, so I decided to draw red marks on it. See?” Casey showed his mask off, fingers tapping the surface. “Guess who it looks like!”

There were two bold and thick streaks of red. Each one ran through one eye, truly a defining characteristic. The Commander chuckled, already imagining how much pride her friend in blue would feel from the fact a kid– let alone one he had been parenting– looked up to him so much.

“You know, I am seeing someone familiar here.” April hummed as she put on a thoughtful facade. Fingers holding her chin and everything. “Got to be Uncle Don.”

Named turtle paused for a moment and raised a brow.

“Seriously, Auntie April?” On the other hand, Casey gave her an incredulous look and shook his head. “You probably want to get your eyes checked out, ‘cause Uncle Don doesn’t have any red stripes.” Off to the side. “And even if he did, he won’t look as cool as Dad.”

April snickered behind her palm as Donnie eyed the boy from behind his goggles.

“You’re right, you’re right. Just messing with you, kid.” Her hand ruffled his hair once more. “Sounds like you really admire your Papa, don’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Dad has an awesome sword that opens up portals. He always moves so quickly whenever he’s fighting. Bam! And the Kraang’s gone!” The teenager stretched his arm for emphasis. “Even as the leader, Papa knows when to get serious and when to make people laugh. He also cares a lot about me, (Mom / Dad), you guys, and everyone!”

It made even Donnie himself smile. 

However, the way Casey’s enthusiasm died down had not gone unnoticed. “I’ve always wanted to help out though.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. “I want to fight the Kraang right by his and (Mom / Dad)’s side. Except I barely get the chance to, because they keep telling me to stay close to base and hide behind a giant rock.”

April crossed her arms and went quiet. His feelings were nothing new. In fact, she experienced the same thing herself, seeing she had always been a human. It was like that until–.

“Have no hard feelings,” Donnie spoke up, his hands and eyes remained on his spheric gadget. The sparks were flying. “Your parents are merely worried about your well-being.”

“I know, I know. They won’t have to though, if I can have enough training or something.” Casey sighed. “Then again, I also know I’m only a normal sensitive human.

...Why can’t I be a mutant instead?”

“Ahem. You are classified as a human. That is a true statement and one you cannot change.” Donnie hummed. “However, that does not mean you cannot be strong and capable in other ways.”

“Why does it sound like you’ve been in my place before?”

“Perhaps I did. Did you truly think being a soft-shell turtle is easy? I happened to be born as one of the only Testudines species whose outer shell cannot protect.” Donnie remarked. “Casey, your mask.” His hand signaled.

“What about my mask?”

“I merely want to add something.”

Confused, he hopped off the chair and handed the mask over. “Hmm. As long as you don’t mess with the stripes, Uncle Don.”

“Who says I won’t?”

Casey kicked Donnie’s leg.

“‘Ow,’ I say sarcastically without feeling physical pain.”

“Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”

“Such as?”

“You say those action verbs, even when you’re already doing them.”

April snorted. “Just his thing, kid. Uncle Don’s got his special quirks.”

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Picking unnecessary fights for one,” Donnie commented.

“You only call them ‘unnecessary,’ because you never want to fix the problem.”

He rolled his eyes. “My solution would’ve been ten times more efficient if you had allowed my technology and I to do the work.”

Casey wondered. “Does your tech ever go haywire, Uncle Don?”

“No.”

“Oh man,” April began, “you should’ve been there for this one time. Your Uncle Don was building some kind of overprotective bed to keep your late Gramps from waking up from his beauty sleep.”

“Gramps likes to sleep?”

“You’d be surprised to hear that he sure does.”

“Then what happened?”

“Uncle Don asked your Dad, Uncle Mikey, and Uncle Raph to try punching, slicing, throwing whatever they could on the bed. They were attacking it like crazy!”

“And then?” 

“And the bed was even more insane, ‘cause there were actual missiles shooting out! They went straight for his brothers. At some point, it got overboard, so Uncle Don tried to command it to stop.”

“I’m hearing a ‘but’ coming.”

“But it malfunctioned and thought Uncle Don was the enemy!”

“However!” Donnie pointed his finger up, interrupting the story-telling. “It did not take long for my creation to recognize his master.”

“Still went haywire in my book,” April remarked. 

“Ignoring that.” His robotic hand tapped the edge of his workbench, grabbing Casey’s attention. “Come here, young man.” He slid back the mask, except in his hands, it felt as if the frame had thicken.

“It looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same?”

“Try wearing it over your face.”

The boy did as told. All of a sudden, a bunch of green rectangles and words appeared in his vision. He gasped in awe. He spun around slowly, watching the rectangle focus on a figure through the wall.

“Yes yes, I know. I am well aware of how amazing I am.” Donnie huffed in pride. “I have opted to construct an interface with your mask. I cannot see why you shouldn’t have something to defend yourself with,” he reasoned. “I have other updates in mind later on. As of now, however, your mask will help you detect life forms across other rooms or through other objects.” 

“That’s so cool!” The boy hesitated though. “But I don’t want to break it or anything.”

“Hey.” April rested her hand on Casey’s shoulder, giving a firm squeeze. “Our resources are already scarce. Using then losing them is better than nothing. You better make the most of our tech. Understood, soldier?”

Casey grinned underneath his mask. He fixed his posture up and saluted. “Gotcha–! Understood, Commander!” 

He faced the inventor, whose hands were already back to being occupied with the “sphere.” “Thanks so much, Uncle Don!” Casey exclaimed, leaping towards the turtle to give a tight hug. “You’re the best!” 

Upon contact, Donnie stiffened up, but his lack of experience with physical touch did not prevent a smile forming on his face. He extended a robotic arm, patting Casey’s back. 

The boy then scanned around curiously with his mask. “Hey! Think I spot Uncle Mikey and Uncle Raph two floors down! They’re holding hands over a table or something. Why are so many people circling around them?”

April rolled her eyes. “Sounds like another arm-wrestling match between the our youngest and oldest brother.” 

Just like that, Casey booked it out of the laboratory so quickly, it reminded her of a certain red-eared slider. “What the–! Casey!” April groaned. “And here I thought we don’t have to deal with runaway kids. I better catch up to him.” 

“Would not worry about him too much,” Donnie commented. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Considering we will not always be alive to protect him... the sooner we leave him to himself, the easier it will be for him to survive alone.” 

“Hey. Come on now.” April walked to her best friend’s side. “Don’t you say things like that. We’re all going to survive this together–.”

“April.” Slight pain wavered in his voice. “You know as well as I do how our current reality is. It is only a matter of time before the Kraang finds everyone.” 

“Yet you’re still here trying.”

No response.

“It’s all because of the kid, isn’t it?” April affirmed. “He ain’t any genius prodigy you were expecting long ago. But he gave you a reason to try– he became someone worth fighting for.”

“I would not put it as simply as that.”

She shrugged. “That’s how I’d say it. You know you’re not the only one whose life changed because of Casey.”

Donnie paused his work, turning off the butane torch and finally pulling his goggles off his eyes again. “...Casey reminds me of when we were young, being rash and immature teenagers like any other. I hate admitting to such thing, but I was one too. And I hate admitting much more how much I missed those times.

The child has known nothing of the trouble we’ve experienced outside, April: when Cassandra was killed, when Draxum was torn apart, when Dad decided to sacrifice himself despite the slim odds.” His hands clenched into fists.

“Do not expect me to have any false hope for our future, but do not assume I would want Casey to feel the same way. For as long as he can, I want him to hold onto that false hope.”

“...” April had her arms crossed. Her eyes slowly came to linger on the workbench. “Is that ‘sphere’ his false hope?”

“..No. Not his.” Donnie traced his thumb over his contraption. “It’s for (Name).”

[snappedsky]

ROTTMNT: Retired Leo AU

Nothing like that first slice of pizza.

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First Slice

Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and Casey poke their heads into the lair and take a quick look around. The TV is playing and Leonardo is stretched out across the chair with Splinter curled up on his stomach. Both of them are fast asleep.

The boys share a nod and dash through the room, silent as ninja. They arrive to the kitchen where they put a large, flat box on the table. They open it, their eyes widening in awe at their prize- an extra large deluxe pizza with extra cheese.

Unbeknownst to them, opening the box released its infatuating aroma, which has drifted out through the living room and into Leonardo’s nostrils.

“Okay,” Raph whispers, “I pulled the longest straw, which means I get the first slice.”

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry,” Leo demands impatiently, “before the old men wake up.”

“I swear, he cheats,” Donnie insists.

Raph licks his drooling chops as he carefully picks a slice to remove from the pie. But as he starts to reach for it, there’s a brief flash of blue sparks, and the piece is gone.

“What!” Raph gasps. The boys all groan and glare at the other end of the room, where Leonardo is standing, munching on the pizza slice.

“Thanks for the ‘za, kiddos,” he chirps.

“Man, you always get the first slice,” Mikey groans.

“Guess you guys just ain’t fast enough,” Leonardo shrugs, walking across the room. As he passes by, the boys see Splinter sitting on his shell, nibbling the second slice, and they sigh with annoyance.

[imagionationstation]

You know what haunts me late at night?

This shot. Right here.

No— it's not because of the context behind the picture (though that's another thing), but the fact that Donnie is the only one who stood behind Master Splinter.

Sometimes, I interpreted it as a correlation for him having his robot body— a sentient, yet almost immortal being.

Like, his brothers are bound to die soon; the Mutant Apocalypse took place after like, what, 30 years after the Mutagen Bomb went off; meaning that they are old.

But Donnie? He doesn't age— meaning that at one point, he'll roam the Earth alone. L

I swear, my brain translated the “L” as the meaning for loser, and I stared at it for a moment like, “Bro, harsh.”

I mean, I wouldn’t call 48 (or so) years, yk, old, but I can pick up what you’re putting down. The immortal aspect of being robo Donnie is something that I dwell on a concerning amount, but in all honesty, I don’t think Donnie would wander the earth until his body is either destroyed or gives out on him. (Maybe this isn’t what you’re saying but it’s the rumors that I hear.)

Maybe I’m just morbidly optimistic, but….

In every fanfiction that I’ve read, Donnie sticks around for his brothers. He goes into Metalhead 2.0 because he fears his brothers’ fate, or he fears leaving Raphael alone. He forces himself to keep living without life for the sake of his family. It’s simply a truth the entire fandom seems to agree on.

So, when the last of his family is gone, Donnie really has no reason to keep going.

And, come on, he’s a genius. He knows that his body could technically go on forever if well-maintained. What makes you think he won’t create a self destruct switch for himself?

What makes you think, that after the last heartbeat has stopped and a last exhale has left their lungs, Donnie won’t flip a switch and join them? He won’t even feeling the pain of doing so. It would be as simple as shutting down a tablet or computer.

There’s a lot that haunts me late at night about this series.

This… Isn’t a part of it. Not necessarily.

I like to think that the fact that Donnie is in that picture at all is proof that he really did have a spirit intact under all that metal and hardware. That he really was clinging so tightly to the mortal plain that he forced himself into his own prison, but one day, managed to get released. Likely, he released himself.

Because what would be the point of a life without his brothers?

How can he cling to his semblance of life when the ones that know it’s spark have left him behind?

What is there to live for when his reason to fight abandons him?

There’s nothing left for him there. So he simply does the next logical step. The one that requires the last anguish possible.

And I love the proof that he returns to his family.

Does his stance behind Splinter mean more than him simply leaving room up front for his short brothers?

Maybe. But, I’m just glad that he’s there at all.

[asheronangel]

The Past's Future (chapter 1)

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences Fandom(s): Rottmnt Characters/Relationships: Leonardo & Raphael & Donatello & Michelangelo Additional Tags: Future leo being sent to the good timeline but uno reversed; Rewrite Word Count: 1,122

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Donnie stood frozen at his side, and just. Stared. At where a crack in reality had been, at where the gates to hell had reopened, at where his brother had been��and his brother was lost. His arm shook, numbly, pins and needles racking through out it, as it struggled in the absence of what it gave, gave, gave, only to be withheld of its gain, its blue, blue, blue in the stark reality of a scam. // or: In which bringing a brother home sends him to the very place this was all done to destroy. Actually, could you kill something that hasn't happened yet?

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Mikey had torn reality apart at the seams- a blindingly bright orange crackling at the edges, torrent and wild in it’s displeasure. And so, it tore him apart in return.

His arms were shaking, trembling from the effort of holding that gateway open, spiderwebbing cracks glowing with power as thread after thread was pulled, threatening to unravel his entire self and leave him as a ruined pile on the floor.

Two arms, one on each shoulder, wells of red and purple desperately pouring into his own, some of their own threads pulled loose to stitch back his.

And there he was.

Blue. The missing colour. Eyes wide in surprise. 

On the wrong side of the portal but alive. 

And that was enough to turn the spark of hope in his chest to a flaming fire, and suddenly the sheer effort he was straining against seemed so small, the weight so light, as an excited wave of newborn orange fire roared along his arms, into the gateway that would bring his brother home.

He stretched the portal wider, bigger, so that the blue could come back, back, back to them, where he belonged, encompassed in swirling colours that danced as easily as life, smoothly filling the gaping void that was always meant for him.

Red stretched, wider, bigger, towards the right thing in the wrong place, a hand continuing to anchor straining fibers to home, and the other reaching for their lost piece of a whole.

And he reached, reached, and he held, and oh, here he was, here was blue! He was connected, a stuttering river dripping into their swirling colours, too weak to help, but he was here! Still there, on the wrong wrong wrong side, but red was never letting him go again. 

He pulled, pulled him closer, towards home, to the right side of the gateway, the gateway that orange was still fighting vehemently against, that red and purple were still draining heaps of themselves to hold.

Blue reached towards the gateway, red holding on tight tightly never letting go never again, and.

Something was wrong.

Red. Was holding on to him. Would never let go. But. 

Purple flickered, unsure, because blue was coming back, back, back, but red was confused and that was wrong, and-

nothing, nothing, an aching, torn, desolate hole of lacking, and it had nothing so it took everything, took everything they had everything they were, tore a whole apart to pieces and laughed, because it was nothing and desired everything so it stole it stole and it tried again

Purple sparked, stuttered, glitching into a mass of rage, and fired at the endless hole of taking, sending it far, far, far away from blue.

The gateway spittled flames, sparkling angrily, suddenly pulling more more more from orange, and he cracked, long and jagged, reaching past the hands on his shoulder and onto his torso. Red and purple panicked, dumping the bits of themselves into the portal, taking on the fractures reaching for orange to instead tear higher up their arms.

And red pulled blue close, close, close, to the right side of home, before the gateway crackled close with a snap.

And red had never, never, never let go of blue, would never let go, but he was gone, gone, gone.

—-

Mikey stared at startlingly empty space- a vacant, dirty floor -silently, in shock, for one moment, before reality came slamming back.

And it slammed back with force.

“NO! NO! I DID NOT DO ALL THAT FOR HIM TO JUST DISSAPEAR! GIVE HIM BACK. BRING HIM BACK. GIVE HIM BACK. NO. NO. NO. NO!” And he kicked, and screamed, and raged, because for all he had given to the universe, for all his arms ached and shooked and cried in the lack of, he did not give for it to play tricks and games in the last moments with his brother’s life.

And he screamd, and he screamed, and he screamed, as if his voice alone could reopen the gateway between dimensions, and make the universe plop his brother at his feet, apologizing meekly for the delay. 

Screams devolved into shrieking sobs, as his wildest fantasies did not come to fruition, as the universe did not come guiltily o atone for its crimes, as his life played the cruelest game of sike! just to spite him.

Donnie stood frozen at his side, and just.

Stared.

At where a crack in reality had been, at where the gates to hell had reopened, at where his brother had been and his brother was lost.

His arm shook, numbly, pins and needles racking through out it, as it struggled in the absence of what it gave, gave, gave, only to be withheld of its gain , its blue, blue, blue in the stark reality of a scam.

The foreign thing in his mind hissed at his pain, because he was it, and it was him, and it was wrong, but it too wanted him to be whole, even if whole would mean an uncomfortable, bloated excess.

Raph took a tentative step foward.

Mikey had fallen, onto his knees, shaking, shattering arms clumsily, weakly banging against the floor, demanding that it open up and reveal the unfairly stolen piece of their whole. 

But.

Mikey opening the portal had been a miracle. Them- those three, three pieces, struggling, struggling, because where was blue? -being alive was a miracle of itself. It wouldn't be fair to expect the universe to grant them another one, even when he too wanted to kick and scream and demand it did so. 

So he took another step, scooping Mikey up, the piece he did still have, close, close, close to his chest- carefully balancing him more on his good arm than the one that cracked and tremored in displeasure at the lack of its prize -ignoring his wild, screamed objections even as he clung to him just as tightly. 

He turned to Donnie, who was still staring, staring, uncomphrehending, blind to the tears that soaked his mask and the tremble throughout his body, staring, staring, straight through Raph and Mikey, perhaps through the entire fabric of lies to where their missing, missing, gone piece lay.

“....Donnie.”

Because maybe, maybe, maybe, if he just stared, stared long enough, dedicated. desperate, that hole would open again, and that half of his soul would come back, back, back.

“Donnie.”

And Donnie could be whole again, and they could be four, four colours, swirling, singing, dancing as easily as life itself, and he would be more, more, more in excess but he would be whole and he would trade the world for that piece.

“Donnie.”

But that would be a miracle.

“Donnie?”

And they had run out of those.

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Hey! Hope your having a good day!! I was wondering if you could do something with a Dave Grohl (early foo fighters) x sunshine fem reader who’s also the lead singer of a band? Like they meet and she doesn’t realize who his is but he’s freaking out inside? Just some cute fluff. Sorry if that’s too much!!

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AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA *smooches your head*

A/N: OMG i am so sorry this came out so late! i have been so lazy and i didn't know what i should write, but hopefully this checks your boxes on you list!

warnings: cursing, smoking (brief mention), and drinking (brief mention). inform me if there are more.

pairing: earlyff!dave grohl x leadsinger!sunshine!fem!reader. ( i don’t rlly like the y/n thing so i gave her a name if ya don’t mind)

It was 1998 and the Foo Fighters were attending a music festival to promote their newest album, The Colour and the Shape. All the bands and their tour buses have just arrived at the festival grounds and a young Dave Grohl was exploring the place when he saw her, “Oh my god..” but before he could get a chance to say hi, you were gone. He practically ran back to the bus, “Oh my god, T. You will not believe who I just saw.” Taylor was lounging on the couch, “Huh?” He answered groggily, “Aurora fucking Sparks, the lead singer from Velvet Ecstasy!” He was basically jumping up and down like a little child.

Taylor jumped from his spot on the couch, “You’re fucking joking Dave.” Taylor said in disbelief, “T you gotta believe me, man. Let’s go look for her dude!” He grabbed Taylor’s shoulders and started shaking him. “Who knows, maybe you could even get her number. I heard they’re rehearsing right now.” Taylor smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at his friend while they exited the bus.

“Okay good work, I think we should just turn up Donny’s mic up a little and it’ll be perfect.” Aurora said to the band, she looked off to the side looking for a stage tech but instead saw a brunette and a blonde watching the band. She walked over to the pair and noticed how they were completely starstruck, “Hey, I’m Aurora. Are you guys the stage techs?” She asked with a soft smile. “No we’re uhm actually in a band.. we just came to watch- we’re huge fans.” Dave said nervously, basically stumbling over all his words. “Oh! Well thank you, what’s your band name?” Dave was so shocked about having a conversation with her that he was silent so Taylor had so speak up, “What he’s trying to say is that we’re in a band called Foo Fighters, we’re actually promoting our second album!” Taylor told her enthusiastically, “Wow, Foo Fighters? I think you guys are actually opening for us!” She replied.

Later that night.

“Calm down Dave, we’ve done this a bunch of times.” Pat told him, putting a hand on his shoulder as an attempt to calm his nerves. "It's not his performance that's making him nervous," Chris piped up "It's who's watching." This earned a laugh from the rest of the boys except for Dave. "You guys are up." A stage tech came by and informed the group, they all got up and came together in a small circle and all mumbled a little goodluck prayer.

"We are Foo Fighters and this is a song from our new album!" All the nerves Dave previously had dissipated, being on the stage made him feel amazing. Little did he know he also had that same effect on those who watched. From the side of the stage Aurora watched in awe, "Rory, what are ya doin man- we're doing our pre-concert ritual!" Her bandmate, Hannah yelled at her over the music. "Sorry Han, I got a little distracted. I'll be right there!."

"Hey guys!" Aurora said, out of breath standing in the doorway of the green room. "Look who decided to show up!" Donny said from the leather couch, "Someone was a little distracted by the opening band, eh?" Ricky chuckled. "To be fair, they are really good! I'm surprised I've never heard of them before.." Aurora said as she picked up her guitar and plopped down onto the couch. Strumming some chords on the guitar as the band was having a normal conversation, "So Aurora, you and Grohl, huh?" Ricky asked, "Me and Grohl? What do ya mean Ricky?” Aurora asked curiously, “Oh cmon Rory, I saw how you were ogling him just now!” Hannah exasperated. “Hey man, if ya ever get close you should hook me up with one of his bandmates.” she joked as she got close to Auroras face, “No way man!” Aurora replied, sticking her tongue out.

“Hey you guys are up.” said one of the stage directors. The band all stood in a small circle and put their hands into the center of the circle, letting out a little holler before leaving the room. Everyone was on stage, Aurora began to walk up the steps to join them, but someone grabbed her arm. "Uh- hey Rory, is that okay if I call you Rory?" Dave stammered out, Aurora just smiled sweetly and gave him a curt nod. "Well, Rory- good luch out there! You probably don't need it but, yeah." He replied, trying to seem as chill as possible. "Thank you, Dave!" Rory shouted out over the cheers and made her way up the stairs to join the band.

"That was hil-ar-i-ous, dude!" Taylor said to Dave the second he walked back over to the band, "Man. I never seen you like that with a girl before." he continued, playfully slapping Daves shoulder. "Shut up, Hawkins." Dave muttered, plopping down onto a nearby couch. "Alright dude," Taylor said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "All I'm gonna say is that you should so ask her out tonight." he said plopping down next to Dave.

"Thank you so much everyone, it was amazing to perform for you all. Till next time, see ya!" Aurora shouted through the mic and began to walk off the stage, followed by the rest of the band, heading straight to the snack bar. "Hell yeah, they made us sandwiches!" Hannah pumped her fist in the air and went to grab a sandwich from the table. "Pace yourself Han, don't want a stomach ache tonight." Donny joked, also grabbing a sandwich. Rory just grabbed a water bottle and some chips, heading to the seating area with Ricky.

"Hey Aurora, over here!" someone shouts her name and she turns to look towards the voice to see the Foos sitting at a couch and drinking, "I'm gonna go head over there, you think you can goback to the snack bar and bring the rest of the band over here, please?" She turned back to her side and asked her bandmate Ricky, who gave her a quick thumbs up before turning back to the snack bar.

"Howdy guys!" Rory walked over to the couches and plopped down to sit next to Dave, "Hey Dave!" she says, smiling at the nervous boy. "Hi Rory. You did really great up there, you looked very pretty, too." He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at his shoes. Pat snickered from where he stood with Taylor, "Aw, thank you Dave. I really appreciate it, and if we're throwing out compliments.. you looked very handsome earlier." Dave immediately began to burn up, "Thank you.." He replied, finally looking into her eyes, "I've been meaning to ask-" he quickly gets cut off by Donny, "Heyo! The party has officially arrived lame-os!." He shouted, putting his arm around Nates shoudler. Ricky and Hannah came from behind him, arm in arm, "Let's bounce ya'll, we're hitting up the karaoke bar!"

A bunch of shots later, at the karaoke bar

Taylor and Donny we're screaming out the lyrics of the song Don't Stop Believin very drunkinly, causing the both the bands to double over in laughter. Rory grabbed her drink and finished off what little remained, "Hey Dave?" she called out to him who sat at the other end of the table of her, "You wanna go for a smoke with me?" She asked, her dreamy smile and glimmering eyes catching the tipsy Dave off guard, almost sobering him up completely. "Sure!" he replied, getting up from his end of the table and walking over to the still sitting Aurora. Standing up from her seat she linked her arms with Dave, resting her head on his shoulder and slowly walking outside. The loud singing coming from Donny and Taylor dying down as the pair walked out into the crisp air.

Quickly unlinking their arms to grab a smoke and a lighter, Rory lights it and looks at a mesmerized Dave, smiling sweetly at him when the two make eye contact. "You were asking me something earlier?" she questioned him, "before Donny cut you off." she added, giggling lightly. "Oh! Yeah.. well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight, but seeing as we all ended up at a karaoke bar, I don't think that's possible anymore.." he replied quietly. Rory was a little taken aback, her face dropping, but she quickly smiled again and walked over to Dave, throwing her cigarette to the ground. "Who says we can't ditch these losers and go on our own date?" she suggests, grabbing his hand and holding it in hers.

The pair ended up on the swings of an old playground, talking about everything and nothing. Rory was rambling on about something, when she noticed she wasn't recieving any quips from Dave she turned to look at him, noticing how he was admiring her in the pale moonlight. "S-sorry.. you just look so beautiful." he says quietly, glancing down to her lips, "Can I?" he whispers, Rory nods and leans just a bit closer to Dave, he reciprocates her actions and slowly he closes the gap and kisses her softly, holding her face. Kissing him back, Rory places her hand on the back of his neck, the kiss is quickly broken when there is a loud snap of a twig. "Damn it, Donny!" Taylor shouts at him and smacks him, "Ow! What the heck, Tay!" Donny shouts back, the pair ended up on the ground wrestling each other. Rory and Dave just look at each other and burst out in laughter.

A/N: hey ya'll i tried to get this out as quickly as i could so there may be a few mistakes, or a lot.. anyways!!

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Scattered Remains (TMNT 2012 and Rise! Crossover)

Summary: After April’s enhanced psychic powers destroy Donnie, she attempts to bring him back to life. But, the purple turtle she finds is not her own

Warnings: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 Season 4, Episode 22

A/N: I’m finally done with the first chapter! If this does well, I might create a comic based off of it on my art account!

Fic starts below cut

TMNT 2012 Masterlist

Rise of the TMNT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

“Red, is that really you?” Casey asks, as he cautiously approaches April.

“I think so. But Donnie,” she says with teary eyes, “What have I done.”

The group stands still for a moment before Leonardo breaks the tense silence.

“It’s not your fault April. You had no control,” he says.

“But it is!” she gasps, looking up at him through her tears, “It was all me in a way. If only-”

She pauses for a moment, focusing on the broken crystal shards.

“Donnie’s not gone! He wasn’t really destroyed, just molecularly scattered,” she says as she faces the turtles and Casey, “I can bring him back.”

The boys watch in anticipation as April’s powers hone in on Donnie’s energy. If she can bring him back, she can make her family whole again.

She has to bring him back.

The turtles and Casey watch as blue sparks fly through the air, forming the silhouette of a body.

The turtles watch, full of anticipation. Their brother wasn’t gone. He was coming back!

Their excitement quickly turns to horror as they realize the figure in front of them is not Donatello.

Though not their missing brother, April still managed to bring another mutant turtle to the place where Donnie had been vaporized minutes before.

This turtle seemed younger, maybe by a year or so.

Raphael breaks the stunned silence as he holds a sai against the neck of the unfamiliar turtle.

“Who the hell are you? And where’s my brother?”

“Woah, Raph! Chill out dude!” says Michelangelo, pushing his brother out of the way, “He’s just a kid. And he’s scared.”

Michelangelo was right. The mystery turtle was still pale and shaking even as Raphael released him from the ground.

“It's ok mystery dude! We’re not gonna hurt you…anymore,” says Michelangelo, glaring pointedly at his hotheaded brother.

Raph rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“What are you doing Mikey? This is some random mutant that April brought here with her freaky crystal powers. We have no idea what it’s capable of.”

“Mikey’s right,” says Leo after a long stretch of silence, “This turtle is just a lost kid. He was brought here with April’s powers, which means he’s our responsibility. We have to take him back to the lair.”

“Are you crazy Leo? We have to focus on finding Donnie. Our brother is lost somewhere and you're focused on a random mutant we found on the street!”

Before another argument could break out, the mystery turtle interjected.

“Your brother’s name is Donatello?”

The group of teenagers looked over in shock. Michelangelo was the first one to respond.

“Yeah, dude. He disappeared when April got possessed by a freaky alien crystal.”

“The same crystal that brought you here,” says April in shock, “I was trying to find Donnie, but it brought you instead.”

“So that means…you’re Donnie?” asks Casey.

“Yes,” says the other turtle, “Just not your Donnie..”

“We have to get back to the lair and talk to Master Splinter. We’ll come up with a plan to find our Donnie and get this Donnie back home.”

“Seriously Leo?” Says Raph, “You’re gonna believe him just like that? Even if he is a Donnie he’s not our brother. We can’t just take him to the lair.”

“Think about it Raph,” says Casey, “If April accidentally brought the other Donnie here, our Donnie is probably stuck wherever he came from. Trustingthe other Donnie is our best bet.”

Raph huffs, but doesn’t argue any further.

“That’s it then. We’re headed back to the lair,” said Leo, “April, you should probably come with us. Maybe you can help Donnie replicate the research that you and Donnie did on the crystal.”

April and other Donnie both nod in agreement.

“I might be able to use other me’s research to try to replicate a similar

kind of technology that could get me home,” said the alternate Donnie, “If all goes well we should be able to find your brother too.”

The group looks to Raphael, gauging his reaction.

“Fine,” he said after a beat of silence, “But that doesn’t mean we trust you. All we need you for is to get Donnie back.”

The group sits in tense silence as Raphael stalks off towards the Shellraiser.

“Don’t worry about Raph little dude!” says Michelangelo with a small smile,

“He’s just worried about Donnie. He’ll come around.

“Mikey’s right. It’s nothing personal…probably,” says Leo before looking over to the Shellraiser, “We need to get back to the lair and tell Master Splinter what happened.”

“It’s late, I should probably get home,” Casey finally speaks up, “Let me know if you come up with any ideas on finding Donnie.”

The group watches as his figure retreats into the night before following

Leo into the Shellraiser.

[another-melomanie-blorbo]

Master Post

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A Shady Past AU

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Spark Gone AU

Introduction

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More will be added this is just the start…

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tags for my stuff ^^

#spark gone!au - anything related to this au

#a shady past!au - anything related to this au

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And i can't believe i have to put this,

TC3$T, PR0$H!P, ETC ETC YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. >:P

STAY THE FREAK AWAYYYYYYY

[misteria247]

Imagine it's a mission.

The 12 kids and Rise kids are fighting against some mutants, and it's getting pretty bad. So much so that Rise Raph's thinking about just grabbing his brothers and just high tailing it out of there. He can see that 12 Leo and Rise Leo seem to be thinking the same thing as him, when suddenly they hear Rise Mikey let out a terrified shout and then 12 Raph's pained yelp. Several heads snap into their direction to see 12 Raph shielding Rise Mikey, his arm red from claws that had dug into his scaly skin. Rise Mikey's screaming at the older red turtle to move, to get out of the way or he'll get hurt worse and 12 Raph he refuses cuz it's Rise Mikey, the baby of the clan, his friend and practical second orange clad little brother. 12 Leo, 12 Donnie and 12 Mikey let out horrified shouts towards the two and Rise Leo and Rise Donnie freak out, all five of them horrified and furious at the mutant who attacked two of their clan members. But Rise Raph.......

He's frozen, his eyes zoning in on the welling up blood on his shorter counterpart's arm, on Rise Mikey's fearful and panicked face as he tries to move his friend out of harm's way. His blood rushing in his ears, and his vision tunneling as it lands on the mutant who's gone for another attack at the duo, with 12 Raph clinging Rise Mikey to him with his shell facing the threat to be a barrier. That's all it takes and Rise Raph sees red. It happens incredibly fast, the usual peaceful, gentle six foot snapper suddenly becoming a livid powerhouse as he charges at the mutant completely deaf to the several startled shouts of his name. Rise Raph doesn't hesitate, his fist pulling itself back and sparking up with his mystical powers, doubling his strength by ten fold as one thought rings loudly in his head:

'They hurt them. They hurt my family, they hurt my brothers-'

With flashes of 12 Raph's blood and Rise Mikey's face accompanying his singular thought. Rise Raph's fist flies out, putting every ounce of his strength and desperate fury filled protectiveness into his punch. The mutant doesn't stand a chance as soon as it lands, its body literally flying straight into a nearby building and straight through its brick wall. A large hole now in its side with an unconscious mutant laying inside it. The other mutants are definitely spooked, all their fight dying out from them as the large snapping turtle's gaze lands on them. There's no mercy in those blank eyes, just a hardened, righteous fury that's waiting to be unleashed onto the next fool that tries to come at him or his family. They don't stick around after that, running away like the Devil is on their heels. Once the threats gone Rise Raph is instantly relaxing before going towards the duo who are now somewhat surrounded by the others, all of them watching Rise Raph in surprised shock. However it's instantly gone when all of them are suddenly engulfed by Rise Raph's large arms, the snapper being careful not to injure 12 Raph more, before he's pulling them all close to him and he just instantly goes into his full on dad panic. Questions firing at all of them, as he scans his brothers for anymore injuries. The beast that had been released earlier was gone, and back in its place was the same, lovable gentle giant they all knew and loved. Rise Raph's panicked questioning sets 12 Leo off with his own questioning, his mom mode being activated by Rise Raph's dad mode.

After several reassurances that they were fine, Rise Leo and 12 Donnie are instantly on 12 Raph, looking at his arm and then looking over Rise Mikey for any injuries to which he brushes the medic duo off, insisting that he was completely fine. That 12 Raph was the one who needed them the most. Rise Donnie stands by with 12 Mikey, the two looking spooked and ready to defend the group should the mutants decide to take their chances. Rise Raph watches over all of them silently, still slightly on edge after everything as well as feeling a bit guilty for losing his temper. It wasn't often that he lost it and glancing at the hole in the building he can't help but whence slightly, imagining just how much worse things could have been if he hadn't gotten himself back under control. As his thoughts race around his head a sudden familiar, gentle tap on his arm draws his attention downwards. Dark green eyes meet dark blue ones that are full of gratitude and relief. 12 Leo gives Rise Raph's arm a small pat and with a gentle smile he speaks in his raspy voice:

"Thank you, for protecting my brother."

And Rise Raph he can't help but feel his guilt ease up a bit as he realizes that by losing his temper he'd inevitably saved 12 Raph's skin. And the snapper gives his fellow eldest son a small, snaggletooth smile and replies:

"It's not a problem. It's what family does, we keep each other safe."

Perhaps losing his temper wasn't as terrible as he originally thought. If it meant keeping the ones he loved save from harm than Rise Raph could make an exception.

[averagetmntfan]

Portals gone wrong!

(“The 4 servants Au” & “time beats a dead man Au” ((collab w/ @mikey-rottmnt)) Crossover fic!)

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tbadm universe, 11:38 am.

“Well, shit. We’re screwed.” Bendy slumped, watching koi pace back and fourth in the tent.

“I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT! I SWEAR I WROTE IT ON MY PHONE!!” Koi panicked, running his hand through his fluffy hair.

“well I mean, shouldn’t you know this kind of stuff? Since ur Mugs boyfri-“

“SHSHSH!!” He put a firm grip on bendys shoulders.

“Keep your voice down, dude!”

“Ok, ok! Jeez! js let go of me, please.”

Koi Immediately retracted his hands away. his face looked strained, as his body shook ever so slightly. He had no idea what to get his partner for his birthday. Which was today.

clearly, he wasn’t great at hiding it either. Because as soon as bendy got a look at him, he knew immediately.

“Look, if you’re so worried on what to get him. Why not ask cup?”

Bendy suggested

“HE’LL JUST LAUGH AT ME! OR GET MAD AT ME!!” Sweat was pouring down his face, making him look like he just got out of a pool.

“Okay, okay!! Fine!! just, chill. I’ll ask him for ya-“ He hopped of the cot, walking out of the tent. As koi watched in horror, he lays on his sleeping bag, getting lost in his thoughts.

As he stared as the ceiling of the tent. He saw an orange spark. Immediately, he blinked. And the spark was gone.

‘I must me imagining things.’

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T4S Universe, 11:38 am.

Mikey groans, laying flat on the couch. His whole head pounding with pain.

His mouth throbbed, his teeth hurt, and his tongue was sore. All because of those stupid braces.

he couldn’t even eat anything! That’s how bad his mouth hurt. He still didn’t understand why he needed braces in the first place. His teeth looked okay to him, anyway.

He wanted to just..scream and cry. But his eyes were dry, and his voice was weak. He had no idea how to even feel right now.

“you okay, Angie?” Leo asked, slowly leaning on his baby brother.

..riiiight, his brothers came home early to “comfort him”

“No, my mouth hurts like shit.”

He said, slumping even further in his sweater.

“Leo, ur not making it better.” Donnie commented, smirking ever so slightly at his phone.

Leo gave him an annoyed glare, before turning his attention back to Mikey.

they all go silent, js watching another Jupiter Jim movie. When suddenly..

“Mikey..W-Why’re you glowing?”

Raph jolts up, looking at his lightbulb of a brother.

The twins turn their attention to their little brother. Leo stares at Mikey in disbelief. Sure, it wasn’t an impossible event, but he never expected it from his own brother!!

Suddenly, a glowing orange spark awoken from the floor. Soon getting bigger, and bigger. And within seconds..

The portal had swallowed them whole.

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Tbadm universe, 12:30 pm.

ah yes, the sound of a peaceful brunch. The birds chirped, the sun shined. It was almost perfect!!! “GIVE IT BACK!!!”

“NO!! I FOUND IT FIRST!!!! I WANNA EXAMINE IT!!”

“YOU’RE GONNA HURT IT!!”

..almost, perfect. The chipmunks siblings were fighting again. Typical siblings, battling over what seemed to be a rare species of caterpillar? Interesting. But one thing was for sure…

This was giving vins a serious question about her life choices. Are her and cup doing the right thing? should they..not? What would everyone think? As if on que, a thump had hit the ground. Actually, it was Multiple thumps. Repeatedly!! Mugs was the first to react. Well, if u call screaming and jumping to Koi’s arms a reaction…

“ughhhh..” The strange creature groaned, starling nearly everyone.

“WHAT ARE THOSE?!?” Mugs yelped, holding onto koi tightly.

“Excuse you, teakettle!! We are turtles, clearly.” One of the other creatures said. As raph was getting himself up, he was shown down by a tall figure. Taller them him, that’s for sure. “Alright, buddy. Start explainin’, who you, and your little goons are.” Cup demanded, Looking dead serious. (As usual, I guess-)

“Look uh..sir? We don’t want any trouble-“

“YES WE DO!! FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!” Mikey shouted, raising a fist in the air

The crew awkwardly stare at the littlest one. Bendy snickers ever so slightly. I think these 2 would get along just fine!!..if Boris let him get closer then 18 feet away.

“wait- soo, how’d you all get here?? No one rlly just..comes to the middle of the forest..” koi gently placed his love down, now resting a hand on his hip.

the brothers proceed to look at eachother, then all their eyes fall upon mikey.

“great question, why don’t we ask the damn lightbulb, eh mike?” Leo stood up, crossing his arms in disappointment and blame. Starring daggers at his lil bro.

“OH, SO ITS MY FAULT I MAGICALLY STARTED GLOWING?!” Mikey shouted, making this nearly more awkward for our beloved crew of cartoons. “Ok, how about we all just..calm down, okay?” Vinnie suggested, standing between the 2 turtles.

“whaaaaat is even happening right now??” Donnie whispered, moving ever so slightly to his older bro.

“honestly? I have no idea, don.” He whispered back. This one definitely in top 5 weirdest shit any Of them have ever been in. And ohoho boy, was it just gonna get weirder and weirder from here…

MASTERPOST NEXT

You have no idea how long this took to make..

I was gonna put drawings in here too, but I couldn’t draw one thing and then another, then…I ran out of motivation.

But maybe eventually, I’ll go back and add drawings :]

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

Sparky - pt 2

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"-and honestly I didn't know you could make origami out of salami, but hey! The more you know! I won't if you could do it with prosciutto? ...Nah, too thin. Doesn't have enough structure."

They'd gotten home from fighting the paper thieves a few hours ago. They'd ridden the high of their victory for awhile, before it got so late even Donnie was hiding yawns. Mikey should be sleeping, but he wasn't tired yet. He had so many thoughts in his brain about everything that had happened today! His brothers had all gone to their rooms for the night though, so Mikey hadn't had anyone to talk to. So after making himself comfortable on his hammock, he'd started talking to himself and doodling in a notebook. At some point, mindless doodles and talking to himself had turned into drawing and talking to his mystic weapon.

He lightly scribbled down a few more lines to highlight the flames around the kusari fundo. "Also, one of the guys heads was on fire. Which you saw, obviously - you were there. Or did you?" Mikey paused his drawing to thoughtfully look at the weapon. "I mean, you have a face. I've seen it a few times now. I wonder if you can see? Or maybe you're blind. I could also just be imagining all of this - my brothers say I have an active imagination."

No response. It continued to hang idly on the wall.

Mikey twirled his pencil between his fingers. "Maybe it's like how if you look at a car long enough it has a face," he contemplated. Fire wasn't usually that consistent though. Hm. Oh! He snapped his fingers as a thought occurred to him. "Hey, people name cars! Maybe they name them because they have faces! Which means you need a name, because you definitely have a face."

Mikey tapped his chin and hummed in thought. "It's gotta be something that fits. And of course it has to have some pizazz!"

Hmm... well, the chain could shrink and grow as needed. It was orange. It could light on fire. Maybe something like Firework? Nah, doesn't fit the vibe. Orange? No, that was already one of his own nicknames. Blaze? Almost. He was getting warmer, he could feel it. He was missing something. Let's see, what else was unique to his weapon? Well, he was the first to discover its mystic properties. Once he did, it sparked a chain of events leading to Raph discovering his power smash jitsu and Leo's new portaling ability. It also lead to Draxum's lab exploding-

"That's it!" Mikey exclaimed. With a grin, he wrote his weapon's new name next to the sketch he'd drawn of its fiery face.

With a flourish, he proudly turned the page around to face the kusari fundo. "Sparky! It's perfect! It goes with your fire and spitfire personality!"

No response, but that was okay. This was mainly for Mikey's own enjoyment anyway.

He dated the sketch, then yawned. The night had finally caught up to him. He flipped his sketchbook closed and tossed it and his pencil onto the floor. He'd put them away properly tomorrow.

"Well, guess that's it for me. Thanks for listening, Sparky! See ya tomorrow!"

The box turtle burrowed into his blankets and closed his eyes for the night. On the wall, Sparky glowed.

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[protectorking]

Fanfic AU Options?

Heyo everyone!

Orion here, i have a few stories i could write, unsure which one to do though lol

the AU options are as follows

Op-Strip-timus AU - Orion is a single dad trying to survive life, at night he's the Stripper known as Optimus, but there's something dark and sinister behind closed doors, what has Megatronus stumbled into!?

Lancimus Prime AU (this came to be due to THIS post i found awhile back don't you tell me he doesn't look like an older Lance it has insipired me) - When earth falls Lance doesn't expect to wake back up, only to suddenly be on a new world, in a new body, and the lions whispering in his mind telling him how to survive, he just thought he was done with interstellar wars, he had done his time in Voltron and yet here he is in the middle of an arising Civil War as someone named Orion Pax

Survivor's Life AU - My tmnt au where i'd expand on Leo's truama and angst i headcannon, and develop it more, there will be a lot of bashing against lots of people in the series i despised or particularly had a bone to pick with

Green's Darkness (G.D.) AU - Lloyd was tired of the way people whispered about him, stared at him, felt about him, ever since he'd revealed himself under the mask of the Green Ninja. No one dares to bully him, but no one dares to talk to him either, his friends are thriving in the spotlight they're receiving, but him? he's just getting worse, doesn't help he can feel everyone's emotions, he decides that pretend love is worse than hate and takes action to make them forget, planning on slowly killing off the Green Ninja so he can runaway and meet his online best friend. He just hopes she wont hate him for suddenly showing up in New York

Willow's Flower AU (Thank you Angelo for the name idea) - Leo didn't expect to ever feel so alone as he did, but now his brothers are gone, all doing their own thing, his father is dead, his human friends are off being humans, Karai and Shinigami are back in Japan, and of all those people he knows not a single one is replying to him what can she do now except embrace the side he buried so long ago, and with a little help from a final gift from Donnie he can do it with style, beware New York Leonna is taking the world by storm and she's not about to let anyone stop her, unless a certain Cottage Core cutie she's been crushing on for ages finally arrives in New York

The Odyssey AU - Megatron expected to fight in the war and return home quickly, never once did he imagine he would be stuck on a ship for so long, he just wants to return to his beloved queen and his newborn son, is that to much to ask of Primus and his Primes? (Epic the Musical but with Cybertronians)

Gods of Life and Destruction - "Primus wasn't always known as Primus, and Unicron wasn't always known as Unicron, long ago they were known as {Error} and {Error} split sparks twins, happy and thriving in the universe as {Err0r, 113209 Code not acceptable}, anger flows and a battle rages, desperate and fearful of both their lives they create warriors to protect themselves, P-{Error}Primus the Primes, Uni-{Error}Unicron the {ERROR} Peace is restored and the gentle giants fall into a slumber, what do these giants do while their bodies sleep? {Answer Unknown}" {?} glares at the screen in front of him, his brother needs to work on the history archives of his little planet, {??} leans over his shoulder "y'still try'n ta'fix m'database?" he questions his accent strong