#the reasons i made it into tmnt

[gornackeaterofworlds]

@little-mouse-gardens @mermmarie @thelaundrybitch @avery73 @luckycharms1701 @desceros @gbao3 @fishsticksloser @pastelanthophila @shardkn1ght @khayalli @blackmoonowl @shutupcake @turtlecleric I appreciate and love you all and all that you do and are

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

[cimicherrychanga]

play the game youll never win

[redkehlchen]

PART 3

The thrilling conclusion! 💚🐢

Part 1 Part 2

[reyislikesotired]

i think i only want to see a rottmnt x sonic (live action) crossover because i would love to see donnie and robotnik meeting each other.

they would love to hate each other, is how at least i think it would go.

like i just imagine them seeing each other and their fight or flight instincts kicking it, and its immediately fight, but with knowledge.

"what's the 99th digit of pi?!"

"longest word in the dictionary?!"

"this is my FULLY SENTIENT robot ai son, shelldon"

"THESE are my beautiful egg babies"

"i have combined mysticism and science!"

"i have 5 phds and fluent in several languages!"

then they also meet up later for coffee (made by agent stone and michelangelo respectively) and actually compare notes like colleagues, but as soon as the coffee is done and they leave, they go back to hating each other

[tangledinink]

[ swanatello ] ->

Donnie had found that now, he almost didn’t mind sunrise. He didn’t enjoy it, per se. But he wasn’t sure if he hated it anymore, either. 

At first, it had been awful. 

Every single morning, like clockwork, as soon as sunrise approached, all he could feel was fear seeping through every corner of his body. It pressed in tight until it filled him up and forced him rigid and sharp, searing the backs of his eyes and the curve of his neck. Every morning, the only thing he knew was that something bad was about to happen. He didn’t really remember those moments. All he remembered was feeling, more than anything, that he had to get back to his lake. That he had to get home. 

(He did remember coming to, after the transformation was over and the panic eased off. They never talked about it, but everyone would always be looking at him with these faces that told him plenty. Every time they’d be all teary-eyed and shaky. And he’d wake up pinned in the firm press of Raph’s big hands, careful and gentle but still so tight it was almost painful. Sometimes, some of them would be bloodied, and he knew they’d never say it but he also knew it was his fault.)

The worst part was that he already was home. He knew that. He knew he was with his family. He knew that he, Hamato Donatello, was finally back where he belonged. 

He hated how hollow the victory felt.

No matter how long he looked, he couldn’t quite find any joy in it. He wasn’t happy or relieved. He wasn’t lonely or mournful, either, wasn’t missing the lake or longing for its company. Mostly, he was just… tired.

He just wanted to sleep.

The longer he was here, the more he adjusted, and the easier the routine was. He didn’t panic like that anymore. The fear never quite went away, rising up red hot and swollen in his throat over the horizon each and every morning with the sun, but at least they didn’t have to hold him down anymore. At least he didn’t hurt them.

Either way, they always stayed with him. 

“Leo?”

There were two minutes left. Even if he wasn’t staring down the clock, he’d still know. He’d feel it. 

“Yeah?”

And that was why, really. Why he couldn’t quite find it in himself to mind the sunrise.

“It’s almost time.”

Even if it was fear. At least at sunrise, he felt something. 

“I know,” Leo soothed, shifting slightly across the bed to sit a bit closer to him, nudging Donnie ever-so-softly with his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

But Donnie never worried about that. He knew Leo wouldn’t leave. He knew he’d stay. He knew that nothing bad would happen— that he wouldn’t die. That it wouldn’t even be painful. He knew that at the end of it, whoever was with him with scoop him up and hold him in their lap. He knew they’d pet his feathers and talk to him all quiet and soft, gentle and low until he fell asleep. He knew they’d still be there when he woke up again.

It never stopped the fear. It still couldn’t stop the jump in his heart rate and the hitch to his breath, running off ahead of him as if to scout for trouble. It still never kept all his muscles from coiling up tight, pulled taut across his skeleton, bracing for impact. It had yet to prevent his hands from trembling every morning— so bad that his brothers almost invariably ended up hanging onto him, wrapping his hands up with their own to keep him steady.

“It’s okay,” Leo insisted, squeezing his hands. “You’re fine, Dee. Deep breaths with me, yeah? Nothing is bad is gonna happen. I’m not gonna leave.”

And Donnie knew he wouldn’t. That was never what he was afraid of.

At first, he would panic every morning. His brothers would have to hold him down. He’d black out. He would hurt them. 

It wasn’t like that anymore. It had gotten better. The more time passed, the less horrifying it was, and the better he could bear it.

He thought maybe that was what he was actually afraid of.

That maybe, one day, enough time would pass that even when the sun rose in the mornings, he still wouldn’t be able feel anything at all.

[ @candycoloredzebra wrote a thing for me, and i liked it, so i wrote something, too. ]

[ next episode ]

[shantechni]

Here's your random assortment of Mikey moments from Bat in the Belfry:

Btw, I'm sorry I accidentally deleted the ask and had to use a screenshot😭(half of me wants to flat out blame Tumblr ngl).

I think my brain misunderstood the assignment though because most of these gifs are just Mikey being totally ADHD.

[3w3]

teenage mutant ninja dinos au.........

[pt 2]

[popcornkwantum]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ Have some 2012 donnie headcanons

Autistic

(I actually headcanon all of the turtles to be autistic, but just different flavors)

Ace, bi, and non-binary (he/they)

Jonatello :D

ADHD and autism solidarity

Don steals Casey's (zipped) hoodies all the time

[bambiraptorx]

Not Quite Hidden AU: Part 10. Word Count: 801. Readers chose: Leave for a few minutes to cool down.

Loathe as Draxum is to admit it, this isn’t going well.  He latches onto the sheet of his notes, but to no avail: the turtle gripping the other end of the sheet appears to have no interest in letting go, and Draxum certainly doesn’t want to tear it.  Unbelievable, really, but he might have to forsake a game of tug of war to a veritable toddler.

“Boss.  Now would be a great time to get a drink of water.  It would take three, maybe four minutes?  The kid and I’ll be fine.”  Huginn’s suggestion is a little on the pointed end; vaguely air-headed in tone, but clear enough.

Draxum sighs, and spares a glance at the boy as he relinquishes his grasp on his notes.  “Ugh, fine.  Fine!  Don’t let him get into anything. And do not let him leave this room until I return.”

Huginn flutters off his shoulder, hovering in the air over the turtle.  “Course not, boss!  Why don’t you get that water before you do something stupid?”

Draxum might slam the door behind him as he stomps out of his study, the taste of something like defeat bitter in his mouth.  He despises being told to leave something alone, especially when he knows one of the gargoyles has a point.  A glass of water might not help exactly, but perhaps a few minutes to think would?

It doesn’t take long for him to come back to the room, cup in hand.  Immediately, a problem presents itself: the door is open.  Not by much, but open.

He pushes it further.  “Huginn.  Why is the door like this?”

The gargoyle is crouched on his desk, idly batting at a pen.  “Huh?  Oh, yeah, it bounced open when you slammed it.  Did you want it closed or something?”

Draxum scrunches his nose for a second, then unscrunches as it bumps against the inside of his helmet.  “Did the boy leave?”

Huginn shrugs.  “I didn’t see him go anywhere.  Pretty sure he just ducked under the desk.”

Sure enough, the chair has been pushed away.  Draxum strides towards his desk and looks under its lip.  The space underneath is noticeably empty of any turtle.  He sets his glass down and crouches.  Still no turtle hiding in the shadows.

“He isn’t here.  Are you sure he didn’t leave the room?”

“I would’ve heard the door if he had, Boss, those hinges squeak really loudly.”

POV Switch: Huginn

Huginn bunkers down behind the inkwell as Draxum tears around the room.  Truth be told, he’d felt a little bad about bringing the kid here in the first place, but he also feels kind of bad watching Boss so freaked out.

“I didn’t see anything,” Huginn had told his boss.  Huginn is, among many other things, a liar.  But hey, he’s been lying to Draxum since the day he was hired and he isn’t going to stop now.  Not his fault the boss is being weird as hell about someone else’s kids!  Honestly, he doesn’t get why Draxum wanted to meet one, but… well, he was the one to bring the kid here in the first place, so technically, he’s probably at least two percent responsible for all the panicking Boss is doing right now.  Maybe even three percent.

Still, he’s not gonna say anything about how the kid had crawled under the desk and the flash of blue light that had followed.  Boss can call Huginn stupid all he wants, but he’s not a snitch, and the kid had made it pretty clear he didn’t want to stick around.  Not like the guy is gonna think about the possibility of a kid that young using magic. Most people wouldn't.

It’s been a busy couple of hours since running into the turtles, but Huginn’s still got some things to take care of.  Namely, checking on the kid.  It can’t be so hard to figure out where they lived, not when one of his hatchmates lives in the same part of town.

But even if he doesn’t share that particular piece of information with Draxum, he gets the sense that he’ll be hearing a lot more about the turtles in coming days.  Boss doesn’t exactly drop interests as strong as this easily, and, well, he’s never quite let go of the turtles, at least the concept of them.  Isn’t that what his whole new project is about, with the mosquitos?  Making mutants to replace the ones he’d lost?

Whatever.  As long as he gets his paycheck and doesn't get arrested because of Draxum trying stupid shit like basically kidnapping a child, it's no granite off his back.  Quietly, he flaps out of the room as Draxum frantically shuffles some of the larger books on his shelves as if somehow the turtle could be hiding behind them.

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[strawbie-doodle]

i love future!leo so much,, love drawing him in mortal peril <3

[sassatello]

i just want to warn people that there's a sassatello account in Instagram that is not me!! I deleted mine last year. I have nothing to do with that account

[hyperfixated-homo]

par·a·noi·a - the unwarranted or delusional belief that one is being persecuted, harassed, or betrayed by others

[auggiedrawsturts]

Happy pride month to everyone except Hamato Leonardo <3

[sunsetsandsunshine]

okaY OKAY OKAY WHO THE HELL WAS GONNA TELL ME TMNT IDW HAS 150 ISSUES NOW⁉️⁉️⁉️

[redstringraven]

TMNT ask game! 6.) Do you own any TMNT merchandise?

18.) Who is your favorite villain?

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

thank you!!!!! c:

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

6.) do you own any TMNT merchandise?

a few things! most of them i've gotten as an adult, because i have adult money that sometimes doesn't have to go toward basic survival. uuh, i have a little 87s hotwheels battleshell i found in the grocery store, i got the '03 basic action figures for each of the boys, i have a city at war t-shirt from target that i think is IDW?, a 2003 20th anniversary print by @shellsweet which may not be 'official' but i'm counting it because i'm in love with it, those tiny funtastic books for each of the boys, and a couple dvds i've scavenged from my local movie trading company. --oh, also some '03 trashcan... storage thing i found on ebay. i keep it on my desk at work and store my pencils in it. i think it was originally meant to be a candy holder? who knows.

18.) who is your favorite villain?

*vacant stare as i blue-screen through the villains* ... honestly? probably stockman. i love to hate the guy, but, at the same time, a small part of me feels really bad for him and is shaking his hand when he's like "why won't you let me die". like. i might not fully understand, but i know the feeling of being exhausted and wanting off the ride. i get it, buddy; immortality is a curse. i dunno; he may not be the most compelling or threatening, but i always enjoy when stockman's on screen. it's fun to watch his hubris get the better of him, it's fun to see him be willing to sass/disrespect someone with as much power and influence as ch'rell (even if it often comes with a price), and also he made a jurassic park movie reference once at dr. chaplin's expense and gets major points for that. 🎵☝ ah ah ah! you didn't say the magic word~. also-also, he made mousers. i fucking love mousers. they're just lil guys! with a bit of a teething problem! their tails wag!!! these dogs are sharp, but they're still good, bront!

28.) what is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

it's probably the horror/lovecraft fan in me, but i'd love to see folks explore the fact that the alien creature from the darkness within is still out there and influencing people. i am semi-regularly driven mad (lol) by the fact that the writers decided to expand on the underground city and its old inhabitants more in s4, rather than acknowledge that THING is still alive. especially given how much heavier s4 was and the things it set out to do and address. i feel like that was gift-wrapped for them?? i dunno. i'm in pain. but if the fandom doesn't do it, i certainly will. i have a bit of a crossover/au i've been slowly cooking up behind the scenes directly tied to this fucker still being alive and active in the city. just... i, as usual, have a lot of stuff i want to do, so who knows when i'll get around to it. BUT IT'S THERE. plotting, scheming. eating me alive from the inside, as lovecraftian horrors are want to do.

[shantechni]

Why is he standing like that😭he stood normally like three seconds before this