#tot Donnie

[sad-leon]

TMayNT Day 4: Baby Turtles

baby twins for this one :D

this one was completed later cuz I spend time working on,,, secrets :3

[sewercrocodileart]

Other old stuff I have

First time drawing Splinter :b

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[mightyanxiety]

Another lil headcanon of mine~

Donnie being a softshell, he'd have pretty sensitive skin! I imagine him getting sick quite often as a kid considering they live in a sewer~

Tho his brothers make sure he's as comfy as possible with Mikey's blankie, Raph's Teddy and Leo's JJ figurine~

[sunydays]

@abbeyofcyn OK SO- yeahhhh I wanted to join and make it somewhat meaningful, :/ I tried :D

Maybe not here… but somewhere in the world flowers still bloom.

[yumeyumeappleo]

i got a big plushie of a pig so i obviously drew donnie with him

[theblorboscalledtheturtles]

Follow up

[bear-ylee-stable]

DO A FLIP!!!📢

[cuddlebugmonster]

I gift you a baby Donnie 💜 0w0

(Ur sona is the cutest ever 🥰 luv ur arts too, am bad at saying hellos so hello aaa)

I would die for this child, No take backs

[free-flowing-anxiety]

This is the face of pure insanity

[tastybluesprite]

Afraid of the dark (disaster twins tots fanfic)

I love the idea of tot Donnie being scared of the dark and then tot Leo just comforting him. Also I now believe in the headcanon that Leo will give Donnie behind the neck tickles when he’s scared or stressed. Also it’s a tad bit short but even so I hope you like it lol.

Warning: Nothing much really. Just tooth rotting fluff.

The clock read 1AM. Donnie flinched and winced at every dark shadow he saw. He tried to ignore it so he could actually fall asleep, but nothing was helping. For as long as he knew he was afraid of the dark. His twin, Leo, was the only one of all the brothers who knew this, because Donnie was honestly embarrassed to admit it.

It wasn’t until he noticed a particularly terrifying silhouette that made him yelp and hide under the covers. He began shaking uncontrollably. “H-help… someone… please..” he said in a small shaky voice. Tears welled up in his eyes and he started to sob.

He heard his door creek open and buried himself deeper into his blanket. “N-no.. p-please… don’t hurt me!” Donnie only sobbed harder.

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.” He heard a familiar voice say. The small purple turtle, still crying, peaked out from under the covers to see his twin smiling back at him. “Are you ok Donnie? I heard you crying and got worried.” It was probably a twin thing that Leo of all his other brothers had woken up.

Leo approached the bed, sat on the side of it next to him, and stroked his head lightly to help calm him down.

“Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” He asked his purple twin. Donnie looked up at him and gave a slow nod, he looked away bashfully out of embarrassment from the prospect of needing someone to stay with him to fall asleep.

Leo crawled into the bed and snuggled up close next to him.

“Um… Leo?” Donnie soon asked.

“What is it Donnie?” Leo replied.

“Um… can you… do… the neck thing?”

Leo smiled. Donnie was always too shy to actually ask for tickles.

Leo began wiggling his fingers against the back of his twins neck. Donnie melted into the touch. Not long after, he had fallen asleep. And soon after that, Leo had fallen asleep as well. It was finally a nice and peaceful night.

[skating-is-cool]

Little sleepy potatoes

[trainer--mimico]

New Au

I have no idea what to call this so name is subject to change.

I am not sure if I will continue this or not, but it had my mind in a vise grip. I had to get it out.

If I do continue it the it will be after the Blue Guard.

The idea is that Baron Draxum finds the turtles in the sewers as children. Afraid that he and his brothers will be taken away Mikey's mystic powers awaken and send them to the apocalypse future. The future turtles must raise the kids and survive to see tomorrow. The movie events still happen. Be prepared for death.

[sewercrocodileart]

Fast stuff before mimir

[mightyanxiety]

Welp, started out cute with Donnie and then I guess I got carried away...

Rip Leo I guess

[bringingourrealitys2life]

Raising A Tello - Year Three

There was a time when Mikey never knew what it was like to have someone who listened eagerly to his every story, or trusted his word like it was law.

And yet, when Donnie was cuddled in his lap requesting a 'night-night 'venture' or bursting into tears when he thought Mikey was upset with him, he found it hard to remember the time before he was the big brother.

Donnie learned to walk before he found really found his voice, and even now that it was found and his speech was immaculate, he was always more than happy to let Mikey do all the talking. Raph insisted that once Donnie felt he knew everything, then they'd have a hard time shutting him up.

None of them doubted it.

Mikey can’t name the exact moment that he became the smart brother, but he guessed it was the moment Donnie forgot everything he knew. Leo was smart in ninja ways and Raph had his street smarts, but Mikey was smart in only the way that the previously youngest brother could be.

He knew what it felt like to be confused by the smallest curiosities, to feel left out, or like there couldn't be as much bad in the world as everyone said. He knew what it was like to be pushed to the side, or looked down on for childish interests that others had outgrown.

He never wanted Donnie to know what that was like.

So every question and and request was answered to the very best of his ability. Every fairytale book was read, every block-town civilization was built, and every imagination world was explored, complete with costumes, superpowers, giggles, and funny looks from their brothers.

The brothers knew exactly how to handle Donnie because they’d grown up together. They had rough estimates of how things happened, but if they followed them, then Donnie would grow up like before. It was so simple.

Then something flipped.

Donnie no longer wanted the blocks that he adored until he was almost five; he wanted to decorate his walls with messy sketches of impossible creations. He didn’t want to be read storybooks about heros and villains like he gushed over until he was twelve; he wanted to know how subways and cars worked. He didn’t want to create somewhere fake like they all did for their entire childhood; he wanted to study what was real.

He wasn’t much for watching their kiddie shows, but he was always happy to take advantage of his pitiful brown eyes and talk his way into one of their laps, cuddling close to a lucky brother and studying the less kid-friendly, but still very child-safe show that they strategically put in when he was around.

He requested books about hockey. He carried his teddy the way that Karai and April held Yoshi. He mimicked Leo in the dojo. He memorized tool names so Raph would let him ‘help’ with repairs. He mixed batter and decorated pizzas with Mikey the kitchen.

Donnie was still Donnie, but also not. Donnie was so small, but he wanted to do everything they could. It was like some part of Donnie knew that he wasn’t supposed to be that little, like he knew he should be grown up right along with the three.

Leo and Raph gave Mikey tired looks when he said as much. So maybe not.

They all knew Donnie got confused sometimes, about his place and his origin, and they always did their best to explain, but telling a three-year-old that he used to be an adult and evil alien’s science goo turned him into a kid isn't exactly the easiest thing for even a genius toddler to wrap his head around.

The only thing that never seemed to change was the stories.

Telling of their adventures was the perfect mix. Unbelievable enough to capture his attention, and every word was a piece of their history, so Donnie absorbed the information like sponge.

They wanted to keep him innocent, not naive, so Mikey was free to tell him stories of their adventures on Earth and in space, explaining that the great galaxy is exactly where Mona came from. He got to watch his eyes light up when he told Donnie about how they traveled through time and dimensions and hold him close when he told lighter versions of events with The Triceratons and Shredder.

Still, there were many stories that hadn't been explained to the young mind starving for knowledge. Stories that Mikey preferred to keep in the back of his mind, hoping to never have to tell, because to tell is to relive, and reliving certain events is hard.

So maybe it was his fault that he came home from a kinda-date with Renet to find Donnie sobbing quietly in his room, tucked away in a corner. Mikey wasted no time in collecting his baby brother in his arms, not even bothering to seek out the root of the problem as he pulled him to his chest, rocking and shushing him so he’d know he wasn’t alone.

Donnie hid away in his embrace the way he always did, but the sobs didn’t stop. So Mikey rocked and hummed and reassured in the room filled with trinkets and toys, a mix of the old Donnie and the new Donnie that they couldn't bear to erase.

It was only when Donnie began to calm down that Mikey allowed his gaze to stray from the distraught form, and he spotted the picture frame lying facedown on the floor. With a worried frown, he steadied an arm around the small shell as he reached for it, feeling Donnie smush himself into his hold as he turned the picture over and glanced at the photo.

A lump formed in his throat, and he looked away.

"Dee?" He whispered as he set it to the side. "Where did you get this?”

“Dojo.” Donnie sniffled. “Off the shelf.”

Mikey guessed he’d find a chair dragged through later. “Why?”

“No.” Donnie squeezed his eyes shut. “No, no, no, no.”

“I’m not mad.” Mikey soothed as he ran fingers over his carapace. “But I do need to know what happened, lil’ bro. Lay it out for me.” 

“I-I- just-!” Donnie pushed his fist in the way of his mouth to stop the words and Mikey nuzzled the top of his head, letting him know that whatever it is, he won't be upset. Donnie whimpered. 

Mikey kept his voice light. "Safe zone. Not mad."

Donnie lowered the fist. “Sorry.” 

“Thank you.” Mikey acknowledged. “But it doesn’t really work until I know what to forgive you for. Help me out, will you?”

“I-I made Momma and Raphie mad. They’re gone."

Donnie only ever used the nicknames when he was really upset or scared, and a million emotions cycle through at once. Variations of confusion and sympathy and worry hit him first. 

Then Mikey's eyes widened in shock and understanding because they basically made a silent pact to never leave Donnie alone under any circumstances.

Finally, a surge of fury was kept under wraps as he carefully asked, "Oh, yeah? What'd you do?"

Teary eyes shied away. "He keeps making you sad. Wanted- wanted to know why."

Mikey closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

"You asked, huh?"

"Yeah." Donnie trembled. "Raphie was quiet. M-Mama said no. I-I just wanted ' know but-but then Mama got m-mad and Raphie got sad-angry a-and g-ot loud-"

Another guilty sob broke him off and Mikey pulled him back into the tight hug, shushing him and listening as he let the fear and guilt loose. He knows that Donnie isn't to blame, not with the anniversary being so close and him being too young to remember or understand those visits to the farmhouse. They hadn't even tried to explain it before.

But maybe it's time they did.

"We're sad because he's gone, Dee."

"So tell him to come back!" A bitter remark stirred, but he buried it quickly, holding his tongue to keep from saying anything that he might regret. "Make him come back so you don't have to be sad!"

"Donnie..." The little brother stared back, round eyes scanning his face for answers that he was not ready to give, and Mikey exhaled shakily, forcing a watery smile. 

"How 'bout I tell you a story?” 

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closeup of that little donnie i did on the my other drawing