#though it should be noted that Donnie has had his SCI for a while now

[tangledinink]

HAHHAHAH I HAVE A COMIC THEORY!

(Spoilers for Gemini AU)

So in Gemini AU, Donnie says “plan B”. Apparently from what we’ve found out, Donatello gained a Spinal cord injury in a recent battle and Leo won’t let him fight.

Big mama says that Donatello needs to reason with his brother rather than her, so he does attempt so.

Leo denies and leaves, causing Donatello to get irritated. Typically, in such a stage of annoyance, people make irrational thoughts, right?

So, what I am thinking is that Donatello is going to attempt to go into the arena against Leo to prove himself. But, Donatello is injured already, so there is no way that would go smoothly!

I mean- was I close? Spot on? WAYYYYYYYYY OFF?

~Hot Soup 🤌 Anon.

6/27/23

GASP.

A theory? For MY silly lil comic? ; w ; you’ve dedicated your brain waves to my lil comic and thought about what happens next?!?! Ah

I am unspeakably flattered this makes me happy thank you ; w ;

BUT I COULDNT POSSIBLY JUST TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS NEXT :3c I’m sure you’re aware I can’t confirm or deny~

But I will say that Plan B is indeed at least a LITTLE bit irrational. 😌

[glowinggator]

Quantum Mechanics - Donatello

Request: The “Hi is it ok if you could do a Leo x reader where they are teasing with each other and the reader accidentally calls Leo ‘cute’ please?” Was SO CUTE!!! Could you do with the other turtles? And the reader also getting very flustered about voicing their thoughts out aloud? Thank you!

Content Warnings: Swearing, tooth-rotting sweetness, and Donatello being the hyper-genius he is. 

Word count: 1432 words! 

“How far out are you? Will you be here soon?” Donatello talks at a mile a minute as you trot down the halls of New York’s sewers. You laugh at his excitement and pick up your pace. Donatello recently had a breakthrough in one of his design ideas, and who better to explain it to? You’re one of the only people that truly listens to him when he talks about his tech. Sure, you might not understand everything on the level that he does, but you make an effort to listen and understand. And quite frankly, that’s a lot more effort than others put in. 

You shift the phone in your hand as you start to jog across the wet cement. Your steps echo loudly through the halls of the sewer, and you praise yourself for buying non slip boots. “I promise, D, I’m moving as fast as I can. I’m maybe...two minutes out?”

“I’m timing you.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh. Your hand scrapes along the wall as you sprint around the corner, fueled by Donnie’s excitement. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see what he had to show you. Or rather, you were excited to see him. You love the way his eyes light up as he explains to you his pride and joy of the evening. It’s an infrequent sight, to see him so ecstatic and free. So of course, you don’t mind making midnight trips to the lair to see him. You hear the faint “beep” of your phone in your ear as you round the final corner, and you smile at Donatello from across the room as you slide into the lair. His smile shines so brightly despite his hunched and tired demeanor. He flexes his hands anxiously as you sprint towards him, slowing down once you catch up to him. You take a few deep breaths before looking up at him.  “What’s my time?” you joke. 

“A minute thirty-eight.” He grins. He waves his phone in front of you before quickly pocketing it. He nods towards his lab, starting at a brisk pace. “So, do you want an explanation first? Or would you like to experience my genius?” 

You giggle, “I think I need an explanation to appreciate the true height of your accomplishment, Donatello.” Are you being a little sarcastic? Maybe. But he doesn’t need to know that. 

“You always know what to say,” he smiles. He waves his hands around as he walks, wrists bouncing back and forth happily. “So, you remember quantum, right?” 

You hum, “ Explains the behavior of matter and its interactions with energy on the smallest scale.” 

“You’re the only one who listens around here. Alright, so I finally started getting into quantum mechanics and computing, and that’s been like, my thing for the past few months. And I just made the biggest breakthrough. So, the elementary logic gates of a classical computer, other than the NOT gate, are not reversible, right?  Thus, for instance, for an AND gate one cannot always recover the two input bits from the output bit; for example, if the output bit is 0…”

He keeps talking, and you try your absolute best to keep up. Although, you do get lost somewhere along the way. You suppose you can always ask for clarification later, once his high of discovery has died down. You absorb what you can, nodding occasionally to signify that you’re listening. His eyes shine so brightly as he looks down at his hands, words flying out of his mouth at a mile a minute. The bags under his eyes seem so deep, and you wonder how much sleep he’s been getting recently. He wasn’t kidding when he said that this has been his new obsession, huh? Although the raccoon circles have always been his trademark, in a way. You’ll have to spend more time in the lair, maybe make him a proper coffee. God knows he won’t sleep: he might as well be comfortable while he works. He wouldn’t mind your company, right? 

“So this is where we get into the fun part, quantum physics. If you apply an outside force to two atoms, it can make them… it makes them entangled,” he pauses for a moment, as though flustered by his words. He blinks twice before continuing, although shakier than before, “and- and the second atom can take on the properties of the first atom. So if left alone, an atom will spin in all different directions. The very instant it is disturbed it chooses one spin, or one value; and at the same time, the second entangled atom will choose an opposite spin. This is what lets us know the value of the qubits without actually looking at them.”

Weird: why’d he slip up on that part? You make a mental note to tease him about it later. You lean against the wall and look at him. He sure has gotten tall. You flush a little bit as you gaze up at him: his features are so perfect. Defined, you correct yourself internally. Keep it under control, (Y/N).  “So,” you interject, “the state of the whole one-qubit...quantum memory...thingy can be manipulated by applying quantum logic gates, like how classical memory can be manipulated with classical logic gates, right? That’s how it works?” you summarize. You learn what you can, at least. 

He jumps, “yes, exactly!” 

“And the big issue with quantum computers is about removing...quantum decoherence? So you have to isolate the system from its environment?”

He whips around from his position facing you, instead turning to the keypad of his laboratory. After last month’s debacle, he finally decided to install an actual safeguard for his lab. He punches in the codes to his laboratory with shaky hands, “I’m so glad someone actually listens around here.” He messes up the code, and he growls quietly as he bends down to look at the keypad better. He rubs his eyes harshly after squinting at the tiny numbers, and you smile softly.

You chuckle, “So basically… you made a super fast computer? Are we gonna take over Google?”

“Oh absolutely,” the door opens with a hiss, “Pichai will be begging me for a job once we take over.”

There it is again: we. You smile, but neglect to mention the word. “Ooo,” you coo, “On a last name basis with Mr. Sundar? I think he should get his resume in early, you own him alre-” you gasp at the gargantuan structure before you, silly comment long forgotten. “Holy shit, Donatello.” 

You jump as he puts his hands on your shoulders, startled by the sudden contact. You want to look him in the eyes, to ask him how he could have built this but...your eyes remain glued to the shining structure. It glows purple in the neon lighting of the lab, and you swear this is something you could have seen in a sci-fi movie. “Right?” he mutters. Shivers run down your spine at the uncharacteristic, whispered baritone of your best friend. You feel a rush of blood surge throughout your body, making you uncomfortably hot. You thank the universe that he can’t see you blush. Why is he leaning down so close? You’re not uncomfortable with it, no, but gods above, does he know what he’s doing to you right now? 

 “...superconducting qubits. Tomorrow morning I’ll be putting it into the dilution fridge. And it’ll be done. It’s perfect, isn’t it?” You look up at him, dazed. His hands remain in their place on your shoulders: they give off no heat, presumably because of his cold blood. Yet, you find so much comfort in them. You hesitantly move one hand up to hold one in place, and he turns down to you with the brightest, purest grin. He’s not cocky: he’s proud. 

“You’re perfect.” 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck 

“I’m, wait hold on I’m mincing my words all up, hold on-” you stammer, “I just, I love how passionate you are? You’re so cute when you’re happy and wait hold on, no-”

He squeezes your shoulders, sighing quietly. You stop talking as your breath gets caught in your throat. He smiles. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.” His eyes widen as though alarmed by his own voice, and he sucks in a breath quickly: “Wait a minute-” 

You laugh, “Alright, we’re even! We can’t tease each other about this!” 

“Deal.” 

You’ll talk about this another day: perhaps when you’re both rested. Or maybe, it’ll come up again on it’s own. But for now, this is enough. 

You don’t let go of his hand. And he doesn’t pull away.