#tmnt tychou

[silversunskyless]

Happy Birthday Mona my favorite green girl. This is a sketch gift for @tmnt-tychou who I will ink and color this for! I just have to say thank you to Ty for so, so much. Without her beautiful and compelling fanfic: When Leo Met Mona, I may have never have reached out and talked to her. Because of her I began to draw again. She is my driving force that indulges in all my random fancannons and goofing off with AIs and — just all the ridiculous turtle nonsense. I don’t have proper words to express how much her friendship means to me. So I’ll try with a simple thank you, you’re amazing and never doubt the effect your work has on others. You make a difference.

[lec743]

@turtle-babe83 a short-short story for this month's prompt

[androidships007]

@tmnt-tychou got me in on some tactical shenanigans, what can I say, I love her tank girl Mona lol they're having a good time

Syntheoid is supposed to be a scout/information specialist thanks to her heightened synthetic senses. She prefers stealth work and sticking to the shadows buuut she can't deny her friend has some very successful extraction tactics 💥

[thelaundrybitch]

For your WIP ask. I'm curious about the "Monster Lab" title. WILL THERE BE MONSTERS?????

Listen.

This was based off of a fantastical dream I had.

And yes. It is about a GIANT monster. This is a very gory, creepy, slightly disturbing piece.

BUT!

Good news!

I'm gonna share a tiny piece. An excerpt that's not so grody.

Here's a bit for you:

Description of the beast...

It has a long wolf or dog like snout. Wide, huge, nasty, gnarly teeth that look to be razor sharp.

Mother fucker could probably use those things to pry the locker open like a fucking can opener.

Claws long and super sharp, similar to the...

OMG!

It looks like an overly mutated warehouse wolf, but with it's fur!

Ok.

Back to being so scared I might piss myself.

This is actually almost fully written. Except it's in first person and I was contemplating switching it to third.

But then you don't get my ridiculous internal dialogue displayed in lovely specimen above 😎

I'm still undecided.

Now let me ask you...

Do you like monsters my friend??😘🫶🏻

Mayhaps I'll prep it for Halloween 👀🎃

Thanks for the ask! 💖

[thelaundrybitch]

AHMAGAHD SOOO GOOOD!!! 🙌🏻

The puns!

The terrible pick up lines!

The blushing!

Ahhhh so SO satisfying 🤩🔥

I must say, Thanks a latte for sharing this wonderful fic. I can't fully espresso my excitement that you joined our shenanigans. ☕🤌🏻

Game On - Rise!Future!Donnie X GN!Reader

All 4-1 Challenge Fanfiction

Prompt: Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.

(I may been VERY lenient with the prompt, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless)

Warnings: Lots of Swearing

This is based in future timeline, several years after start of Kraang Invasion.

Saw some entries for this and got invested so I wanted to whip something up real quick for it lol.

ALSO WARNING! My fic is SFW and so anyone can read but a lot of the other fics in this contest are not, so just wanted to give peeps a heads up if they look at other entries, which you should if you are of age because they are rad, but warning has been given.

Challenge Hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

Also stole puns from here: https://thedarkestroast.com/coffee-puns/#Jokes_About_Drinking_Coffee

FIC UNDER KEEP READING

Game On

Clutching tightly to the mug in your hand, your steps echoed in the corridor. It had only been your second day in the NYC safe haven and some lady named Cassandra had already found you a job on base.

And of course, even in the apocalypse, you were still working as a barista.

But at least this way you could be helpful and show your gratitude. If the recon team hadn’t found you hiding in that decrepit Stock & Shop when they did…

Well... You didn’t want to think about what could have been.

As you reached the end of the cave’s offshoot, you found a large metal door built into the natural structure of the tunnel. With a perplexed look, you gazed at the panel towards the right of the entrance and pressed the ‘call’ button.

“What.” A voice curtly snapped.

“Is this uh… Derek? Your brother Mikey said to bring you some coffee.” You told the panel.

“Ah.” The voice spoke back, “And did this brother of mine tell you to play into the role of barista by perpetuating the stereotype that those who handle coffee somehow lose their ability to correctly recall a name? If this is his poor attempt to simulate normalcy when I’m already stressed out, you can inform him I’m not amused.”

Fuck... You groaned in your mind, ecstatic to be making such great first impressions.

“Did you at least get my order right? Or is that part of your performance as well?” The voice continued.

“It’s just a double espresso. It’s kind of hard to fuck that up” You commented.

“Well at least you’re not entirely inept.” The voice groaned, “Bring it to my desk.”

As you harshly cursed at yourself, you could hear the whirls of an engine. To your left, the metal door slid open, showcasing a large cavern filled with machines and wires.

Slowly stepping into the space, your eyes tried their best to take everything in. Machines flickered and buzzed all around you, while monitors stretched across the walls. The large screens lined out routes of the kraang activity and the recon teams. As you walked deeper into the room, you could hear the clattering of a keyboard. 

Following the noise, you could see one of the turtles sitting at a desk with several monitors. Numerous windows were scattered across the screens as he fervently typed away.

“Here’s your double espresso.” You flatly commented.

“Doppio, you mean?” The turtle corrected without looking away from his screen.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m surprised you actually know what it’s called.”

“I, unlike many residing in these halls, have class.” The turtle commented, “Besides, I’m the reason we even have an espresso machine.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you turned to head out of the room. However the turtle spoke up again, stopping you in your tracks.

“Has anyone walked you through how to use your communicator yet?” The turtle asked, his nose still buried in the monitors.

Turning back with a confused look you nodded, “Yeah, I got the rundown.”

“Good. I’m adding your device to a pager. Do whatever your typical duties are unless you receive a ping from me. The kitchen should already know this, but prioritize my orders. If I pass out when I’m supposed to be monitoring missions that will not end well.”

“Is that… uh… healthy?” You inquired.

“No, but what other choice do we have?” The turtle flatly stated as he seemed to read through something on his screen.

“Touche.” You shrugged your shoulders.

You went to take another step towards the exit, but then stopped once more.

“Oh guess I should apologize about the name mix up. What um. What is it actually?”

“It’s Donatello, or maybe I should have you simply refer to me as Donnie or even D. Since that may be easier for your poor mind to remember.” Donnie mocked with a devious tone in his voice.

Two can play this game. You thought.

With a snicker you commented back, “Ah Dennis? Cool. I can remember that.”

You could hear the turtle groan as he turned his chair around to glare at you. He seemed like he was going to chew you out until he saw the grin plastered across your face.

“Oh... You were kidding.” Donnie said, as he roughly rubbed his forehead, “Just go and let me get back to my work.”

“Sure thing, Daniel.” You called back as you made your way out of the room. 

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Over the next several weeks, the purple turtle seemed to slowly warm up to you. Your quick order drop off with whatever name you chose to call him that day, eventually turned into longer chats. You’d stick around for a bit, asking him how his work was going or to share gossip you’d heard from around the settlement.

One particular morning, you walked with a pep in your step. The prior night's recon team returned with a bunch of fancy coffee grounds from a nearby Whole Foods. You couldn’t help but bask in the smells emanating from Donnie’s mug.

Typing your code into the panel of the lab door, the metal whooshed opened and you swiftly headed to Donnie’s desk.

“Morning Deiphobus. Got a batch of fancy new grounds this morning and I have a feeling you’ll really like them.” You smirked.

“I’m sorry, Deiphobus?” Donnie asked as he turned to you with a grin on his face, “What is this 1250 BCE?”

“I’m running out of names!” You exclaimed, “It’s not my fault you drink like 4 coffees a day. Besides, how is that any worse than Donatello?”

“Donatello is a classic.” The turtle said, puffing out his chest as he turned back to his monitor, “Besides, where did you even find that name?”

“Some Shakespeare book.”

“Someone’s getting desperate.”

“I’m sorry it's not like we still have google and I can look up one of those stupid 3 billion baby name lists.”

“Oh if anything I commend your research.” Donnie snickered, “I’m just surprised you can actually read Shakespeare. I thought baristas were notorious for their illiteracy.”

“You’re awful.”

“Or maybe you’re just jealous you’re not as witty as myself.”

“If anything you’re jealous! I’m hella whitty.” You quickly defended.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh it’s Game On, asshat.” You laughed, “Just wait, next time you see me you won’t know what hit you.”

A few hours passed when you heard your pager ping again. With a smirk, you whipped up his doppio and proudly made your way over to the lab.

As you reached his desk, you loudly cleared your throat. The noise caused the turtle to turn his chair and meet your gaze.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I, as I’m sure you’re well aware, am incredibly witty.” You said as you held the mug close to your chest.

“Uh-huh.”

“And someone as witty as myself, knows when a schtick has to end. So here is my new proposal.”

Donnie gave you a look of disbelief as he waited.

“Hello there, Donnie.” You began.

“Ah, my actual name. How witty. He said sarcastically.”

“Shush. That’s not it. Let me finish.” You flailed.

The purple turtle rolled his eyes as he leaned his elbow on his desk and propped up his chin.

“I just wanted to say… I made this cup of coffee, espresso-ly for you.”

“Oh god please no!” Donnie groaned loudly and buried his face in his desk. 

Your laughing echoed throughout the room as you nearly spilled his drink. Placing the mug down on the desk, you clutched onto your stomach and tried to stifle your laughter.

“Oh- oh that was too perfect. Leo was so right.” You cackled.

“Of course he’s in on this.” Donnie mumbled into the desk.

“Hey, he's the hero of this story. He’s the one who gave me the book.”

Donnie sat up straight and gave you a perplexed look, “Book?”

“Oh yeah, you know that run to the library last week? Leo found a book of ten thousand puns.”

“T-ten- THOUSAND?” Donnie could barely choke out.

“Yep!” You smirked, “And there’s a whole chapter just dedicated to coffee.”

Donnie groaned as he planted his face back down onto the desk.

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Each pun got progressively worse as you made your way through the list. Occasionally a joke would elicit a slight chuckle from the aloof purple turtle, but the other 90% of the time, he would simply groan or threaten to have you kicked out of base.

However, as the next few days turned into weeks, you began running out of material.

Or well… Material you felt comfortable using.

One section in the coffee chapter was titled Coffee Puns About Love and Romance. Every time you searched for a line to use, you always quickly skipped past that portion of the list. 

But, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Selecting the least aggressive pick up line from the options provided, you made your way over to his lab.

As you reached his desk, you placed the mug down on the surface without a word and sighed harshly.

“Ah, has the day come? Have you finally exhausted that grotesque list?” Donnie chuckled as he turned to you.

“No. But we are scraping the bottom of the barrel now.”

“Oh?”

Shaking out your hands and taking another breath you stared at the turtle. Your lips were reluctant, but you were able to form the words.

“You’re brew-ti-ful.”

His eyes went wide and his face blushed a harsh red.

“Oh god.” He groaned, “Please tell me ‘bottom of the barrel’ doesn’t mean the only puns left are awful pick up lines.”

“I mean I could tell you that, but then I’d be lying.”

Donnie groaned as he roughly slapped his own face.

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The pick up lines were much more entertaining than you expected. Seeing how madly he’d blush or stammer at your commentary was adorable, and you proudly played your part. For the days you were feeling extra adventurous, you‘d even pair the line with a wink or by blowing him a kiss.

However, when the list of lines was depleted, you did everything you could to keep the game going. On your offtime, you’d sit for hours, trying to concoct more coffee based pick up lines to try on him. You even found yourself practicing in the mirror to make sure you got the words just right.

And as this next chapter of the game continued on, you soon found yourself perplexed.

You don’t know when or how it happened…

But you started meaning what you said. 

To no avail, you kept trying to pinpoint when everything changed. Was it when your generic lines became more personalized? Or was it when your supplemental teasing went from playful winks to gentle fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.

Although you couldn’t find the answer you were looking for, you did know this.

It wasn’t your fault. 

If he didn’t have such vibrant reactions, you wouldn’t have become so obsessed with the game. 

It still would have been just a game. 

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Late one night, your pager beeped at you. As you tapped on the device you groaned.

“He knows it’s 4am right?”

After slowly trudging out of bed, you lethargically made his drink and headed over to the lab.

Rubbing your eyes, you mistyped your code a few times before finally opening the door.

The turtle was hunched over his desk. The taps of the keys sounded slower than usual.

“Dude, you owe me for making me get my ass out of bed.” You yawned.

“Blame Leo.” Donnie groaned, “The idiot winded up setting off a Kraang patrol unit.”

“Everyone, okay?!” You exclaimed.

“Thankfully.” Donnie sighed, “But I lost some of my search drones. Had to play distraction for a while so they could make an escape. Everything seems calm now, but I want to stay up for a bit longer just to make sure they return safely.”

“That’s good to hear.” You sighed, “Well... here’s your drink.”

“Ahh finally run out of lines?” Donnie groggily mocked as he continued to look at the screen.

His snarky attitude woke something up inside of you. 

Leaning forward, you gently grasped his chin, turning his face to meet yours. His cheeks burned vibrantly as he stared at you. With a devious gaze, your lips curled up slightly. 

“Oh I’m sorry. I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.” You snickered as your fingers still softly held his chin.

But while you tried to search your mind for the pun you had thought up on the way over, you couldn’t help but continually drop your gaze down to his lips. Silently cursing your tired stupor, you tried to regain focus. 

Donnie just sat there, barely breathing, as you continued to filter through your thoughts. He too, struggled to meet your gaze as his eyes continued to fall upon your lips.

However after a few more breathless moments, the line finally returned to your mind. With a slight blush on your cheeks, you smirked as you spoke.

“Words cannot express how much you mean to me.”

Both of you sat there frozen. Your eyes widened as the words left your lips. 

“Fuck I said it wrong! Sorry it’s late and-” You began to splutter.

But you were cut off by Donnie’s lips crashing into yours.

Game Over.

[silversunskyless]

She took some changes but she’s finally finished!

[lec743]

The Pocky Game (February TMNT all 4-1 Challenge)

The Pocky Game is nothing more than another silly game of Chicken. Tina love’s to play Chicken.

Here’s to February’s challenge! Everyone’s art and writings has been wonderful to see. You’re all doing fantastic~

@thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83

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           Tina entered the lair to the sound of the boy’s gagging and saying how grossed out they are. Only half of them sounded genuinely grossed out while the others sounded playful. When Tina poked her head into the living room area of the lair, she saw that the turtle boys were standing off to the side as April and Casey were making out on a bench press, with Casey giving the boys the finger.

           Tina chuckled at the sight. Then she moseyed her way over to stand by Raph and she asked, “Why are they making out with each other like they’re trying to set fire to the world?”

           Raph crossed his arms as he shook his head at the two young women, “April brought a few packs of pocky and challenged Casey to the Pocky Game. Neither party has let up… As you can see.”

           “Has anyone else been challenged yet?”

           “Eh,” Leo said, “We don’t really like the idea of kissing April since it’s like kissing a sister, and I’m afraid Casey will bite our lips off.”

           “But isn’t that the point of the Pocky Game? It’s just a more intimate version of playing Chicken.”

           “If your so inclined then you challenge them,” Donnie huffed, “Maybe you can end this disturbing display.”

           April unlocked her lips from Casey and said, “Boo! You just don’t understand us!” She theatrically threw an arm over her eyes and a smile twitched at the corners of her lips.

           “Hey, Casey! I challenge you to the Pocky Game!”

           “You’re on, Tengu Scum!”

           Laughing giddily, Tina and April swapped places. April went to give Donnie a noogie and Tina got comfortable on the bench press in front of Casey.

           As Casey got out the pocky sticks, Mikey said, “I didn’t take you for liking these kinds of games, Tina.”

           “I like playing Chicken. It’s been one of the few games that I can happily play with most people before I met you guys. Not to brag or anything, but I usually won.”

           “Uh, huh, and how much of that winning was you becoming bodily damaged?” Leo asked.

           “… No comment,” Tina said as Casey handed her the pocky stick.

           “You’re totally going to flinch first,” Casey stated confidently.

           Tina gave the older girl a tight-lipped smile and nodded as the pocky stuck out of her mouth. Casey rested her hands on Tina’s shoulders and started nibbling down the chocolate covered biscuit stick. Tina held still, and she focused her gaze on Casey’s eyes. She has very pretty brown eyes that had little flecks of green in them, making them look like some off color of hazel. As Tina focused on Casey’s eyes, the older girl seemed to slow down as she got closer, then Tina saw her eyes focus on her gaze and she froze. Tina continued to stare, and her breath bounced back into her face from Casey’s face being so close. It was almost like Casey was holding her breath.

           Then with a mighty push, Casey shoved Tina back as she flung herself backwards and gasped saying, “Fuck you and your weird ass thousand-mile stare!”

           Tina couldn’t contain her giggling as she stood proud and said, “I am the Champion! Heed me, Casey Jones! I am superior!” She chewed up what was left of the pocky in her mouth and swallowed.

           “Yah, yah!” Casey said as she got off the floor and went to April’s waiting arms.

           April and the boys were snickering at her.

           “If you all think you can do better against her than me, then you give it a shot,” Casey snapped at them.

           Mikey took a step forward, “I’ll give it a go, if that’s okay with you Tina.”

           “Yah! Let’s butt heads!” Tina was excited to keep playing the game.

           Tina picked up the skewed box of pocky off the floor as she sat back down on the bench press. Mikey settled in front of her as she placed another biscuit stick in her mouth. Like Casey, Mikey grabbed Tina by the shoulders and slowly started nibbling the pocky down to her mouth. And like with Casey, she focused on Mikey’s eyes. He had deep black eyes, but as he got closer, she notice that he had little flecks of gold in his iris’. It was like looking into a miniature sky full of stars.

           Mikey slowed down as he got closer, and his eyes moved like he was finally looking Tina in the eyes. Then the biscuit stick snapped at the base of Tina’s mouth as Mikey lifted his head up and fell backwards on the bench press, covering his eyes with his arms.

           “Heck yah! I win again!” Tina cheered as she nibbled on what was left of the dry dessert in her mouth.

           Mikey continued to keep his face covered as Casey said, “Not so easy now, is it!”

           Everyone else was snickering.

           Tina waved away Casey’s comment then she poked him on the knee, “You okay, bud?”

           “It’s like I saw my life flash before my eyes,” Mikey stated as he sat up and avoided eye contact with her.

           “I don’t blame you. That’s how I feel sometimes when I get in trouble with Dad.”

           “Well related or not, you certainly inherited it, whatever “it” may be,” Mikey stated as he walked back to every one else.

           “Who else wants to go against me?” Tina asked, as she hoped to keep playing. She really was enjoying just being with her friends and playing the stupid game.

           Donnie stepped up. “Obviously, you two are just weak willed.” Mikey rolled his eyes and Casey stuck her tongue out at him, as he ignored them. “I’ll show you that my massive brain can handle whatever Medusa-like gaze our resident baby human has.”

           Tina clapped for him enthusiastically as Leo and April booed him playfully. Raph only laughed at the spectacle. Donnie made himself comfortable on the bench press and Tina put another pocky in her mouth. Donnie kept his hands to himself as he started nibbling down the chocolate covered biscuit stick, but it also seemed like he was keeping eye contact with Tina the entire time.

           He had an interesting pair of eyes. That being he has heterochromia, which Tina thought was really cool. It’s kind of hard to notice, but his left eye was definitely a lighter shade of brown than his right eye. His left eye had specks of blue and his right eye had specks of green in his brown eyes. Respectively, it was like looking at two stones that have been taken out of a riverbed.

           Tina felt the faintest brush of Donnie’s snout against her nose before Donnie recoiled and threw his hands in the air saying, “Nope! Can’t!”

           Leo laughed the loudest out of everyone as Donnie ran to his room. Tina pouted at that; she didn’t even get to goad him about her win. She chewed and swallowed what was left of the treat in her mouth.

           Tina turned to the rest of her friends that were still sticking around when Leo spoke up. “Okay. Okay. I’ll show you guys how to really win. Obviously, we need to change the tactic here.”

           Tina smiled at Leo as he walked over and sat on the bench press before her. Tina reached for the box but then Leo picked it up before her and stuck a pocky in his mouth.

           “You do it to me. See how you like it,” Leo stated confidently around the dessert.

           “I like the pocky just fine actually,” Tina said as she got on her feet and using both of her hands, grabbed Leo by the side of his head.

           Leo’s eyes widened in shock form the contact and Tina could see that Leo had very dark blue eyes, like an ocean by a beautiful white sandy beach.

           Then with no hesitation from the blond, chubby girl, Tina opened her mouth wide to let the pocky stick have as much room in her mouth as possible, before clamping her teeth on the treat. Her teeth scrapped against Leo’s lips when she bit down. Leo sat frozen as Tina let go of him and sat back down on the bench press, chewing the treat happily.

           Tina turned to her other friends to see that they were just as shocked. She just waved happily at them since she won the game in record time, she figured they were just impressed with her speed and accuracy. Turning her attention back to Leo, what was left of his side of the pocky was on the bench press as his mouth hung open at her.

           “Want a round two, or am I the official Pocky Queen?”

           Raph came over and planted his big hand on her shoulder, “Let’s say you’re the Pocky Queen for the meantime.” Raph guided Tina up and away from Leo as he continued to look like he was blue screening.

           Everyone was moving off to the part of the living room with the projection screen and couches as April and Mikey discussed what movies they wanted to watch.

           “Did I do something wrong?”

           “No. No. Just. I think we should let Leo think for a minute, that’s all,” Raph said.

           Tina nodded sagely and said, “Ah. The loss must be a massive blow to his ego. Got it.”

           The chubby, blond girl smiled at Raph’s giggling.

           The group chose to watch Lou Jitsu: Unchained and they were halfway through the movie before Leo and Donnie rejoined the group. Tina almost thought that they were avoiding her for some reason, but then Donnie decided to sit next to her, and Leo was fangirling to her about a certain scene that was going to show up in the movie and so her worried thoughts were dashed. Tina was happy to have such cool friends who are willing to do stupid stuff with her.

[thelaundrybitch]

Jehannet - "J"

Artwork by @tmnt-tychou 💛

LOOK AT HIM

He's so stinking cute I wanna squeeze him!!!

I can't thank @tmnt-tychou enough for this amazing picture of my boy!

I love him so much it hurts 💛💛💛🥰

[thelaundrybitch]

OMG I love this!

I started watching the anime “The Way of the Househusband.” It’s giving me IDEAS.

@androidships007

[silversunskyless]

Making my own version of Rise Mona Lisa because why the heck not! Shaded picture will be up later with some more info about her!

[lec743]

(April TMNT All 4 -1 Challenge)

@turtle-babe83, @thelaundrybitch, @mysticboombox, @s-s-ironnie

[mermmarie]

My half of an art trade with @tmnt-tychou! 💚

LJ and DJ are the cutest (actual, lol) twins!! 😊💙💜

[thelaundrybitch]

*screaming*

That was AMAZING!!! 🙌🏻🤩

OMG the pick up lines had me cackling.

And Donnie's reaction at the end was just 🤌🏻

OMGoodness thank you so much for joining in! This was an absolute pleasure to read 😍💜

TMNT All 4-1 Challenge

I kept debating on whether or not to participate but I loved all of the entries I've seen and felt compelled to write this.

The Gracious Hosts: @turtle-babe83, @thelaundrybitch, @leosgirl82, @tmnt-tychou, @nittleboo, and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

18+ and a little NSFW towards the end (maybe?)

I chose the pick up line prompt since I've had a few saved up for a Donnie x reader idea and what better time than now to use them. I edited as I wrote so if I did miss something, sorry in advance for any errors.

Is it bad? Probably. Am I proud of the Homestuck reference? Very. Did I expect Donnie's reaction myself? No, and I wrote the damn thing!

Rise! Donnie x reader - All turtles and reader are over 20 years!!! Minors DNI!!

Shut Up.

So give me your two lips And baby, I'll shut up

The lair around you was silent. With a huff you turned onto your stomach, clutching the pillow you were given close to your chest. The brothers allowed you to stay with them while your apartment building was being renovated after one of the tenets caused a kitchen fire so bad that it affected several floors. 

Although your back has grown stiff from sleeping on their couch for the past week, you were grateful for their hospitality. Splinter often kept to himself, spending much of his free time with Draxum in the Hidden City. Mikey enjoyed having an extra pair of hands that knew their way around a kitchen and Raph began teaching you a few self defense moves, in return you showed him the basics of yoga. Leo was just glad to have another person around with insomnia. The two of you often stayed up late to play video games, mostly Pokemon, as well as watching the newest season of the latest hype anime show. 

The only turtle seemingly upset of your extended stay for whatever reason was Donatello. It’s not that you two didn’t get along; quite the opposite actually. You were two peas in a pod. Almost inseparable. For almost the whole year you’ve known the brothers, the two of you spent countless nights working beside each other in the lab, you working on your novel while Donnie worked on upgrades or new inventions. He was the first and last person you talked to everyday. You shared your past with him, your dreams and fears. On the flip side he told you everything about his work and life. He even confided his insecurities to you one late night after a particularly rough run in with a mutant. You picked up some of each other’s hobbies, at least the ones you didn't already share, having a plethora of inside jokes. 

One of your fondest memories with him was when he took two whole weeks to play your favorite video game series, freaking out over every decision he was forced to make and insisting that you stayed with him the whole time. You couldn’t refuse him when he called you, practically begging you to come over while he rambled about the first hard choice he had to make. You packed a small duffel bag and hunkered down in his room with him for the entirety of those two weeks. 

Honestly, you were certain that you'd do anything he asked you to.

It was no secret that you harbored a massive crush on the resident genius, you realizing your feelings early on. His brothers knew. April knew. Splinter and Draxum knew. Hell even Hypno and Warren knew! The only person who didn’t was Donnie himself. 

It wasn’t for lack of trying. As soon as you came to terms with your crush you tried dropping hints to Donnie, but nothing seemed to work. Except one day, you took Leo’s advice several months back.

“If you were words on a page, you’d be what they call fine print.”

You almost regretted saying those words. Almost. 

Donatello was pushing himself in his chair throughout his workspace. Upon hearing your words he spun around a bit too carelessly. One of the chair wheels caught one of the many cables that littered his lab, resulting in his chair to tip sideways, sending him onto the floor. He quickly hid his face from my view but you were certain you saw a touch of pick on his cheeks.

Oh… That was something…

Suddenly the alarm sounded throughout the lair, informing the brothers that they were needed elsewhere. You stayed behind in Donnie’s lab once they all left, giddy that you finally got some kind of reaction from him.

However when they returned he acted as though nothing happened. But you didn’t let it get to you. For months you tried to get the same kind of response from him, saying one bad pick up line after another in hopes that he would take the hint.

“Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.”

“You must be the square root of 2, because I feel irrational around you.”

“You seem to be traveling at the speed of light, because time always seems to stop when I look at you.”

“Are you made of Uranium? I’m made of Iodine! That explains why all I can see is U and I together.”

“If you were a bottle of Sprite, I’d obey my thirst.”

Each time he remained stoic, often responding to any pick up line in almost a literal sense, seemingly unaware of your poor attempts to elicit some kind of reaction from him. 

Frankly, you were beginning to grow annoyed. You didn’t know if he was playing dumb or just flat out rejecting you. His brothers encouraged you to keep trying. Mikey even let slip one day that Donnie has ‘that look’ about him when you’re brought up in conversation. 

Which brings you back to now. Unlike the others Donatello made himself scarce during the week you’ve been staying on their couch, finding any excuse to be where you weren’t. You thought back to the last pick up line you told, the first thing you said to him when you arrived at the lair for your stay. 

“I’m just hypothesizing, but I think that the reaction between you and me would be quite exothermic. Care to plot some data points?”

Donnie promptly turned around and walked back to his lab, not coming out until the following day. Since then he barely spoke more than a few words to you.

It hurt. 

Maybe it is pointless… 

You flipped dramatically onto your back, your legs twisting in the lightweight blanket Raph lent you. The dark expanse of the ceiling was all you saw, the quiet hum of the silence providing white noise as you bit your lip.

Fuck it.

Shoving the blanket off you stood up from the couch and walked towards the subway cars that served as the brother’s rooms. You soon arrived at Donatello’s car and knocked on the closed door. When you got no answer you let yourself in, the metal door sliding open with ease. His lab was locked, the irregular beat of techno music barely audible through the nearly impenetrable door. 

You steeled your nerves and placed your thumb on the fingerprint scanner that turned green, allowing you access into his lab. The door slid open and you quickly entered his lab, the door promptly shutting behind you. The music was much louder, reverberating off the metal walls.

Once you made it to the main part of his lab you saw him slumped over his desk. You smiled and shook your head. 

You made your way over and turned off the music from the computer console in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, waking up at the sudden lack of music and the feel of your hand. 

Once he realized it was you his body stiffened. “You should be sleeping.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re one to talk. I don’t know how you can sleep like that.” 

The two of you stayed like that for a short moment. You let your hand drop and bit the inside of your lip. It’s now or never… Just say how you feel…

“Um… Want to come back to my Quest Bed?” 

And you blew it… God, why did you listen to Leo in the first place?

Donnie frowned at you. “What…?”

Well you’re in too deep now… Might as well get this over with so you can die of embarrassment and he can continue ignoring you…

“My Quest Bed. I can help you reach God Tier…”

He stared at you with a neutral expression, unmoving. You had no idea what was going through his mind which only added to your nervousness. 

Finally he let out an amused breath before standing up. You watched his eyes shine in the purple light that filled the room. 

“So you want to put me to sleep, then kill me?” He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, the smallest hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

You licked your lips, catching the way his gaze shifted down to them before going back to your eyes. 

Oh…

Don’t fuck this up…

“Well, you know what they say about ‘la petite mort’.” 

Donnie’s eyes closed as he took a shaky breath. 

“You really are trying to kill me, huh?” His eyes focused on mine once more as he took a step forward, leaving only a few inches between the two of you. 

“For months, you’ve been testing my patience with all those dumb pick up lines… I thought you’d stop if I didn’t acknowledge them but you just kept at it…”

Your heart quickened as you realized the implication in his words.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me…?”

You chuckled a bit under your breath. Your soft chuckling soon turned into pure laughter which only confused him. “I’m sorry.” Your laugh died down as you gave him a large grin. “It’s just, out of all the pick up lines it was that one. Damnit…”

He huffed. “Shut up.”

You bit your lip with a smirk. “Make me.”

Before you could react Donnie grabbed your waist, placing a hand under your chin to tilt your head upwards, his lips finally meeting yours. You practically melted in his arms, letting out a soft moan as your hands laid flat against his plastron. 

All too soon he drew back. The hand under your chin moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips. His dark eyes shone mischievously.

“Now, what did you say about reaching God Tier?”

It’s safe to say that the both of you got no sleep that night.

[snackugaki]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

someone fucked up and led me into their backrooms which is a long preface to say that this has resulted in having a goddamn

TMNT x Gargoyles x Ghostwriter x Spiderman

fucking mega-fuck-my-carpal-tunnel-i-guess crossover comic one shot and there's vaguely an idea of an antagonist to thwart.

...but mostly I wanted to draw them arguing which bodega has the best chopped cheese and for Donnie, Lex, and Ghoswriter to be chatting over ICQ on their li'l Compaqs and IBMs

let my brainguts rest, i beg on my knees

[takingovermidnight]

TMNT OTP MEME

Sliding into a new hyper fixation, here we go. I need to build my confidence in posting and I love @tmnt-tychou 's work, so when they came out with this idea I wanted to join the fun! Without further ado, self-indulgence!

1. In which TMNT universe does your pairing exist?

Beatrice exists across the turtle-verse in different forms. She might stay close friends with the brothers in one world, have a polyamorous relationship with two of them in another, and get together with April in the one over yonder! Infinite possibilities. But no matter where she is, the turtles are a HUGE, beloved part of her family, and they feel the same about her. For this version of the meme, however, I am focusing on our beautiful Bayverse boys. <3

DISCLAIMER: Beatrice is autistic and has fibromyalgia. Each exists on a spectrum and a lot of her experiences reflect my own: the good, the bad, and the complicated. 

2. Introduce us to your OTP.

Leotrice. Beanardo. Tol and smol. Bumblebee and bonsai tree. Certified goofy goobers. 

Grgikau’s picrew can be found here! https://href.li/?https://picrew.me/image_maker/426722 

Missing details: proper body type, braces

This is the closest I could find in a world with a frustrating lack of plus-size options in picrews, so this is not entirely accurate. I would love to see this pair come to life, and these gremlin hands do not belong to an artist, so if anyone is doing commissions and would be interested, please let me know! I have been looking around!

3. How did they meet? 

Almost a year has passed since they gave Krang the New York Goodbye and with their 18th birthday approaching, the brothers have a lot on their minds. Working alongside the NYPD means more missions and higher stakes. Stress is running high. With both Shredder and Stockman still at large, the Foot lying in wait (with others anxious to take their place on the ladder), and the lingering threat of interdimensional warfare, Leo is especially pissed off that crooked cops harassing a homeless encampment are on his radar this evening. That anger quickly stutters into intrigue when a five-foot-nothing young woman bares her braces at the officers and refuses them free food. 

It does not take Donnie long to collect evidence of their harassment and send it to the desk of Chief Vincent. And the brothers come to realize it is not a new encampment at all, but a gathering around a Little Turtle food cart, their favorite Japanese restaurant. Run by the Murakami family, they make an effort to set up every weekend possible. It is quite the complex operation of serving food and putting together bags of donations, from canned goods to toiletries to books for children to read. They are all a bit overwhelmed by the brothers at first, maybe even a little afraid. But they are also grateful, and Mikey approaches first, appreciative of their honesty. He would rather someone be open to getting to know him and asking questions out of genuine curiosity than let fear or assumptions guide their judgment. And Leo feels something clench in his chest when the young woman from before offers his baby brother a silver-studded smile and a hand, asking if he is hungry. 

She introduces herself as 18-year-old Beatrice, a high school student and family friend who babysits for the Murakamis and helps out on such weekends. When the brothers have a night off, you can often find them helping prep and serve, hidden within a tent to protect them from the cold and prying eyes. They get to know a lot of the locals (sworn to secrecy), including Beatrice, and even play with some kids that show up for a hot meal (Raph and Donnie get the jungle gym treatment). 

This year they have one more invitation to their birthday party, and Beatrice would not miss it for the world. The rest is history…

4. How is the relationship now?

You gave me permission to gush. BIG mistake. <3

After their birthday, someone is always asking her down to the lair to hang out, so much so that after graduation, they invite her to move in with them to save money and have an easier commute to college. 

April and Casey, still barely a couple at this point (they are both disasters that cannot get their shit together and I love them for it), come together as well-meaning, but weird surrogate parents for Beatrice. April loves taking her out for gut-busting ice cream sundaes and go-carts and the boys laugh until they cry as Casey recalls, with much higher blood pressure, his attempts to teach Beatrice how to drive. Though they can be awkward and dysfunctional and she values her independence, she appreciates their love and support, both of them equally hyping her up and being phenomenally embarrassing. 

Beatrice and Splinter? These two were made for each other. She is a little shit and he loves her dearly, thrilled to have another daughter around to keep his sons on their toes. At first, Beatrice was not sure what to make of him, or Casey for that matter, as positive male role models after not having one before. But she comes to see him as someone she can lean on, and look to for advice and strength. She loves him very much, and she treasures the time they spend together watching Will and Grace, playing pranks on the boys, helping each other cheat at Game Night, and him teaching her self-defense.  

Now for her beloved “big” brothers! Short jokes aplenty. They call her “Squirtle” and there is joking that Donnie needs to make a booster seat for the garbage truck. And honestly? She kinda digs it. Being an only child your whole life is often very lonely and exhausting in its own way, and having somebody to look out for you and give you that unique brand of protective sibling love? Yes please, she is overwhelmed but in a good way, and needs a minute. They are a LOT to love, but she loves them just as much, and it all works out. 

Donnie: She has different interests in common with all the brothers, and they are all good listeners, but it is really nice being able to talk about your special interests and know that the other person not only understands it but is just as passionate as you are. Beatrice loves marine biology (there are many benefits, I hear), and she could talk about hermit crab migration patterns and which species of sea snails are venomous for hours if you let her. She knows enough about chemistry and physics to try to keep up with Donnie, or at least ask him questions. And he is HILARIOUS. Mikey would be devastated to know that Beatrice thinks Donnie is the funniest dude alive. Upon learning more about fibromyalgia and autism and her life with them, he installs different accommodations around the lair and even tricks out her emergency portable cane with a few defense mechanisms for when she goes out. He loves helping her with homework, especially when he gets the textbooks after, and she tries her best to keep an eye on him and make sure he eats something besides stale Poptarts and sleeps more than two hours a night. Each of the turtles has their own way of asking for cuddles or comfort, and with Donnie, she usually ends up on his lap while he sits in his computer chair, playing on her Switch or watching him type soothing lines of code.

Mikey: Most days you cannot go five minutes without these two parroting Tiktoks at each other or making a mess of the kitchen table cooking or doing crafts. It is with his encouragement that Beatrice picks up her sketchbook again, and she finds plenty of inspiration in his antics alone. They rope Raphael in a third of the time and inevitably the kitchen gets messier when the boys start throwing glitter and peppering shells with googly eyes. On those days even Beatrice ends up in the Hashi. What they get up to depends on the day. Monday through Wednesday they could be bouncing all over the place, pelting each other with Nerf darts, swimming in the pool, and dying all the underwear in the wash pink. On Thursday Mikey might be feeling a bit down and she ends up in his bed with his head on her stomach. Friday Beatrice might be sore and tired from work or school and they find themselves on the couch in the middle of a video game marathon with the rest of the family. Beatrice grows protective of Mikey, forever grateful to bask in his radiant warmth, but also that he trusts her with his cloudy days too. 

Raph: Beatrice is close with all of them, but her best friend, aside from Leo, of course, is Raphael. Neither of them ever really says it out loud. It becomes this unspoken thing that they are a safe space for one another, a place to let it out and wind down after. No judgment, no rules. They share a lot of the same insecurities, even though they express them differently. She likes that with Raph sometimes the world just sucks, and they can leave it at that. The others are a bit mystified by the vibes these two cook up. Beatrice is so relaxed around him that she often just falls asleep on his chest or against his side if they are both reading or knitting or playing cards or watching trashy reality TV. Not out of boredom, but trust. Raph appreciates that he can vent to her, even about her boyfriend, and that she never hesitates to go to town for him and his brothers. They have a deep bond that is very special, and it is this closeness that inspires Splinter to choose Raphael to be the first to take over her martial arts training. 

Leo: Amazing how this is an OTP meme and it takes me five pages to mention the OTP. When you date one turtle, your experiences with the other three are an important part of developing that relationship, none more so than for Leo. These two do not have much of an opportunity to get to know each other until she moves in. Even then, initially, he is still the most reserved. It is not personal and she knows. He just has so much on his shoulders already, it can be hard to stay in the moment, and he wants his brothers to be able to spend time with her. They all want her attention and affection, and Beatrice is at a loss on how to get to know someone with such a full plate. Speaking of plates…she finds a solution in cooking lessons! She has no Michelin stars, for sure, but she likes cooking and baking, it is one of the ways she shows her love. And it is unacceptable that Leo is banned from even using the toaster. Leo hesitates and grumbles a bit, but a nudge from Splinter sends him in her direction, and he is surprised at the amount of pride and warmth he feels when one of his better attempts not only draws all three brothers to the table, but makes them smile and ask for seconds. They talk a lot around that beat-up old stove, and both find their walls crumbling. Feelings quietly start to grow. Life does what life does and gets in the way, and so do his own insecurities and worries, but finally, after three years of pining, the pot boils over, and he confesses. And now? They are closer than ever. Both are young and inexperienced and stubborn; every couple has their squabbles, especially when you also have four other roommates to consider and their dimension might even be at stake. The world throws a lot of curveballs, but loving one another makes it easier to step up to the plate.

5. What is each other's love language?

Leo’s Receiving: Words of affirmation go a long way with Leo. Not just praise and appreciation for what he does, but the reassurance that he is more than enough as he is, and that one argument or mistake is not going to ruin what they have. He is not a mind reader and feels deeply insecure over his compulsion to be perfect. The boy in blue puts a lot of pressure on himself and at this point, Beatrice can feel him ruminating across the room. Communication becomes very important, and she is patient while he tries to put his thoughts together, whether it be about their relationship or the tremendously heavy weight on his young shoulders. And we know all of these boys have to be touch starved. While he is not the type to makeout on the living room couch, once he becomes comfortable with the fact that he can ask for what he needs, more subtle PDA like cuddles, nuzzles, and gentle kisses and touches are definitely on the table, especially if he can gross his brothers out like “Really? In front of my pizza?” 

Leo’s Giving: If Leo loves you, he wants to help you in any way he can. Prove his usefulness. Be of service. Fix the problem. And it confuses and distresses him at first when Beatrice gets upset. It takes time to wrap his head around the fact that there are no “solutions” to chronic pain. You can do things to help manage it, but it is something you have to learn to live with, adapt to, and sometimes concede to. Beatrice has a lot of good days. She enjoys being active with him. But she has flares, and they can be bad. Frustrating for her. There are things she cannot do anymore or should limit in the future, days when her body just crashes. And she understands why he has that mindset in the beginning. It is how we are socialized to see disability: something to overcome, something that can be improved with better choices, and something he has little to no frame of reference for as a mutant turtle. No one wants to see someone they love in pain and not be able to help or protect them from it. So he works to change that mindset and adapts with her. Finds ways that he can show his love in this manner that also make her happy. Sometimes she has brain fog or gets distracted and forgets things, so with her permission he checks her bag for her pain meds, noise-canceling headphones, and other important doodads before they head out. He learns how to do special massages that help with nerve pain. He knows what her safe foods and textures are, and how to help her ground herself. Seemingly little things that actually mean so much to her. 

Beatrice’s Giving/Receiving: That sweet, sweet quality time, baby. When she and her favorite turtle man can just be and be together. She encourages Leo to be open about and share his interests with her, to indulge in his non-duty-based hobbies, and it makes her so happy to see that boyish, bashful grin light up his whole face. She reads the books and mangas he recommends to her, helps him tend to his bonsai trees and meditates beside him, and listens to him geek out about his sword collection and favorite TV shows he has not allowed himself to watch lately. And he does the same for her when he can. Arts and crafts, sports (when they play basketball he lifts her up so she can dunk and he thinks she is the cutest thing in the world; playful sparring in the dojo usually leads to something more amorous; not necessarily a sport but they explore the sewers and rooftops together, etc), their cooking lessons, etc. Donnie shuts down the security at the local aquarium and it becomes one of their special spots. Even if they are each doing their own thing in the same room, or she needs to rest, she loves when he has the opportunity to be beside her. On that same note, each has to learn the boundaries of the other. For him, she likes to be touched, but it needs to be on her terms. No ambushes and he usually asks if he can come in for a landing (cue her smile and grabby hands). For her, it means understanding and respecting when he needs alone time. 

Beatrice’s Giving: “Hey Bea, could you do a few loads of laundry tonight, please? I can help you fold it when we get back from patrol.” “Hell yeah, I call the socks!” His brothers tease that it is very old-married-couple-y of Leo and Beatrice to LIKE cleaning and doing chores together, but she genuinely enjoys some of the tasks and finds them calming. She is an acts of service gal and will happily help lighten your burden if she feels capable. Her other favorites are helping Donnie hose down the garbage truck (SO satisfying, and Mikey and Raph laugh their asses off seeing her completely sopping wet and covered in mud from their water fight) and going grocery shopping with one of the boys decked out in the most ridiculous amalgamation of trench coats you have ever seen. She also likes giving gifts. Not expensive, fancy, Christmas-list sort of things necessarily, but if she sees something and thinks of you, it is going in her bag. It might be a cool rock or a wrench set she found on sale and remembered that Donnie lost his on the highway the other day when they were being chased by the Foot. 

6. Do they get married or have any kids?

Beatrice and Leo are together for about three years when she hears crying one night on her way to where the boys will be picking her up from work. Tiptoeing into the alley, she moves aside some garbage and is shocked to find a baby mutant turtle chirping weakly at her. With no sign of a nest or other presence, Beatrice rushes the baby to the truck to get them out of the weather. After some Donnie-patented TLC, little Rain settles into their new home. While trying to solve the mystery of their origins, the whole family pitches in to care for them, but it is not long before they have imprinted on Bea and Leo and chosen them as their parents. Kids are complicated; they are not biologically compatible, and even if they were, Beatrice finds just the idea of pregnancy horrifying. Both of them accept that adoption is also impossible, and feel more than content just being together and enjoying their youth in a life where danger and uncertainty lurk in the shadows. But they fall hard for the little red-eared slider. And a year later they are so proud to include them in their special ceremony, making a promise to one another as partners, and to Rain as their parents. 

7. What is your favorite thing about this pairing? (Gush as much as you want!)

I must have put you all to sleep by now, but this pairing is very therapeutic for me, and I’m happy I got all my word vomit out, even if this is as far as it goes. This isn’t a self-ship, but I have a lot in common with Beatrice. I don’t see a lot of positive or realistic representations of women that look like me or have lived my experiences in media. Fatphobia and ableism, as we all know, continue to suffocate the world. And I’m new to fibromyalgia and unmasking my neurodivergence, which comes with a lot of complicated feelings I’m trying to understand and process. So seeing someone like Leo fall in love with someone like me for who I am and everything I have going on feels nice. Plus found family is my favorite trope and you can pry it from my cold little hands. 

I also really wanted to see more of Bayverse Leo being an absolute dork. The goofy, sweet, insecure, and emotionally exhausted teenager he is underneath all the weight he carries. Push him away from the window and onto the couch where he can be cherished as he deserves. Beatrice is locked and loaded, ready to love him. 

[lec743]

Spring Trees (March TMNT all 4-1 Challenge)

I chose the writing prompts: “Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung!” and *Shocked Whisper* “You wouldn’t!?”

I had a lot of fun with this month’s theme~~ Hope you guy’s enjoy!

@thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83

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           It was spring. The trees had new greens sprouting on their branches. Birds were singing their sweet songs on the roof tops of New York. The world has a fresh new crispness that only happens when winter is thawed, and Tina was thriving. The chubby blond girl was working away on the roof top of her home, planting new sprouts and herbs into the raised garden bed and in her family greenhouse. Tina had finished planting the lavender cuttings when she heard the familiar swish/woosh sound of Leo’s portal opening.

           Before Tina could say her hellos, Leo grabbed her by her shoulders and said, “We need your help!”

           “Woah! What?” Tina found herself in the lair.

           The lair was a mess. There were different tree roots poking out in random places and wrapped around chairs and poles and pillows. She heard an explosion going off in Raph’s room, April and Mikey were screaming about something from somewhere, and Splinter was crying over his broken tv in the middle of the lair. Donnie was nowhere to be found.

           “Uh… Maybe we should get my dad for this,” she gestured vaguely to everything around her, “for whatever this is. What happened?”

           Tree roots sprang out of the ceiling and walls and Leo cut them up with his twin katanas.

           Leo turned to Tina and said, “Donnie has done something so incredibly stupid with his big old brain!”

           “Oh, boy.” Tina dodged a root that wanted to spear her.

           “He’s been messing with this weird tree plant thing and now this happened. I swear, if he’s dead because of this, I’m going to kill him,” Leo fumed.

           Tina frowned too. “Now I’m mad. He promised me he’d consult me on the magical plants he planned on experimented. Promise breaker!” She shook her fist in the direction of Donnie’s lab.

           Tina picked up the roots that Leo has been dicing up and examined it. The sap of the plant was blood red and it looked like it had the same consistency as blood. She licked it. It had a copper taste to it. Tina immediately spat it out and threw the root to the ground.

           “Donatello Hamato! When I get my hands on you, you’ll wish this plant got to you first!” Tina shouted with every fiber of her being.

           Leo looked at her in surprise as she stormed towards the kitchen. He immediately started following her. “So what’s the plant?”

           “It’s a fucking Jubokko tree.”

           Tina and Leo made it to the kitchen, and they found April and Mikey fighting the roots that were raiding the fridge and eating every kind of meat the Hamato family had on hand.

           “Get! Out! Of! My! Kitchen!” Mikey grunted as he tried to beat back the roots with his nunchucks.

           April was being chased around the kitchen island as she tried to avoid being stabbed by the roots. Leo immediately leapt in to help April.

           “Mikey, where’s your mint extract?”

           The orange coded turtled gave her a confused look, “Is this really the time for this?”

           “Yes.”

           “… It’s somewhere in my top cabinets where I keep all my other spices at.”

           Finished with the meat in the fridge, the roots took Mikey’s momentary distraction and body slammed him into Tina. The blond girl and orange turtle were smacked hard into the opposite wall of the kitchen.

           “Oh! You done it now,” April cried as she launched herself at the offending root and she started biting it mercilessly. The root started thrashing about like a bucking bronco. Leo ran over to the two of them. “Mikey! Tina! Are you two okay?”

           Tina brushed off Leo as she got up with a pained grunt, rubbing her shoulders where she knows she’s going to be bruised. Then she started making her way for the cabinets. Mikey was less dismissive. “I’m fine, Leo. Have you had any luck getting to Donnie?”

           Leo shook his head, then said, “No. It’s super dense in his lab. Using my katanas and portals weren’t working so that’s why Tina’s here.”

           Mikey groaned in frustration. “We just got everything the way we liked it here! I don’t want Donnie’s experiments messing up our house!”

           April was still viciously biting the root that had smacked Mikey and Tina while Leo reassured his little brother. Tina was over by the sink as she was filling up a spray bottle with one-part mint extract and two-part water. Shaking up the spray bottle, Tina walked over to the root that April was on. Then she sprayed it.

           The root began to steam and shrivel from the mint and water mix and finally hung limp in April’s mouth as she sat on the floor. The black girl spat the dead root out of her mouth.

           “Ugh! It tastes like blood and raw meat!” April spat out the root’s flavor from her mouth and she dry-heaved once.

           “Yah. Jubokko’s don’t taste the best,” Tina stated as she helped April to her feet.

           “Is mint extract really the only way to defeat this tree?” Leo asked, looking exasperated by the simple method.

           “No. We could burn the tree down, this is just less destructive,” Tina stated as she emphasized her point by shaking the spray bottle.

           “I have more mint extract and water bottles. I can make more,” Mikey said.

           “No. This will do. Mikey. Will you actually make a boiling bucket of water and fill it with mint extract, lemon juice, and jalapeño extract. We’ll need it for the actual tree and not just for its roots,” Tina asked.

           Mikey saluted. “You can count on me.

           “I’ll stay and help Mikey,” April stated, “You and Leo go get Donnie.”

           “Oh, we’re way ahead of you!” Leo said as he grabs Tina’s wrist and started pulling her towards Donnie’s lab.

           The whole family was kept busy by the roots, even with Tina’s home remedy killing off the roots. It just wasn’t killing off the tree itself. Splinter and Raph were keeping the roots from trying to going outside of the lair while Mikey and April worked together to make the weird concoction. Leo and Tina were the main force driving themselves through Donnie’s lab as Tina sprayed and Leo chopped through the roots.

           Eventually, after so long and Tina was officially out of her spray bottle mixture, Leo and Tina made it to the heart of the problem in Donnie’s lab. A normal looking tree had taken full root in the middle of Donnie’s lab. Donnie himself was fused inside of the tree and his eyes were blood red.

           The tree spoke through Donnie. “Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung! You and your pathetic attempts to destroy me mean nothing. I will continue to grow! I will feed for now and forever!”

           Tina pulled out her little fan and said, “Oh shut up, you stupid hunk of wood.” Tina began to glow pink as she used her magic to physically restrain the evil tree.

           Leo chopped away more roots that tried to spear the both of them. “Tina, what are you doing?”

           “I’m trying… To forcefully… Separate Donnie… From the tree,” Tina grunted as she held out her fan as a focus.

    ��      The tree popped, but the Jubokko only laughed through Donnie.

           “Leo! Tina! It’s ready!” Mikey yelled from the entrance of Donnie’s lab.

           With a swipe of his wrists, Leo made a portal and April and Mikey stepped through, holding a large pot together that steamed like a sauna. The smell that came out of the pot was an unpleasant smell, like what happens when you mix all the colors of a finger paint project together. The steam shriveled up the leaves of the Jubokko and its smug laugh died instantly.

           “You wouldn’t,” it whispered in shock.

           “Oh, wouldn’t we!?” April spat at the evil tree.

           “Dump it there,” Tina pointed at the area of the tree where the roots and trunk connect.

           April kicked over the giant pot and Leo caught the liquid with his portal and made another portal appear at where Tina directed. As soon as the liquid touched the tree, the Jubokko possessed Donnie screamed in agony. Tina managed to force the tree away from Donnie and pull him out of the tree, before the Jubokko could die and take Donnie with it.

           The tree shriveled up as Tina pulled Donnie’s unconscious body towards them using her wind magic. Once Donnie was within reach, Leo, Mikey, and April grabbed him and held him. Soon Raph and Splinter ran into Donnie’s Lab.

           “Is he okay?”

           “How’s Purple? How is my son?”

           Raph and Splinter asked at the same time.

           “He’s a bit bruised, but he looks okay,” April said.

           Donnie groaned as he started to come to. “Ugh. I feel awful.”

           “Do you think you can stand,” Mikey asked.

           “Yah I think so.”

           “Are you feeling okay,” Tina asked, once Donnie was on his feet.

           “That’s debatable,” Donnie said as rubbed at his head like he had a headache.

           “Good.” Tina said. Then she decked him.

           Everyone gasped as Donnie buckled from the force and fell on his ass.

           “Ow!” Donnie yelled as he grabbed his jaw. “What was that for!?”

           Tina grabbed Donnie by the lip of his upper plastron as she stood over his form. “What in god’s name were you thinking? Are you trying to die? Are you trying to kill everyone you care and love? Do you have any idea in how much danger you were in? Like truly? Do you understand just how stupid and dangerous and scary this all was? You could have died! Your family could have died! And for what Donatello? Tell me! What the fuck were you doing with a Jubokko!?”

           The turtle fam looked on in shocked silence. Donnie was tongue tied for a moment from the tears that Tina was sheading as she shook with fear and anger.

           “I—I thought it’d be… advantageous to make an emergency blood bank out of a Jubokko.”

           Tina let go of Donnie’s plastron and groaned into her hands as she walked away from him to try and compose herself. As Tina was wiping away her tears, Leo and April helped Donnie back up onto his feet. Mikey held Donnie’s hand more to comfort himself than to comfort Donnie. Raph and Splinter looked on silently, not knowing what they could add to the situation. Splinter put his hand on Raph’s forearm as a comforting gesture.

           Tina turned back around and said in an even voice, “You want to play with magical plants? Fine. Every day, at 4pm, you are coming over to my house and you are going to study how to actually work with plants. This situation will never happen again, do you understand me?”

           Donnie nodded.

           “Good. Leo, portal me back home. I have sugar beats that still need planting today.”

           Without another word Leo made a portal appear, and Tina left the turtle fam to clean up the mess that Donnie’s experiment caused.