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desceros · 4 months

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INT DISCORD - EVENING @thejudiciousneurotic: i'm drawing a comic where leo talks about how he accidentally sent someone his nudes me: oh. now i wanna write a fic where leo flirts with you by "accidentally" shooting you his nudes me: ...trade u for the comic thejudiciousneurotic: 🤝 me: 🤝 leonardo/reader, female reader, rated m

You’re having a very nice lunch with April and Casey when your phone vibrates where it rests next to your plate.

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) [image]

Oh boy. What does this goober want?

Normally, you aren’t one to check your phone while eating with others. It’s kind of rude, and you don’t get enough time with the three of you hanging out like this. But April’s busy trying to make Casey laugh so hard his drink comes out of his nose, and—and you’re curious, because it’s Leo, and he’s sent you a picture.

You open the message app, and blink. It's not a meme, or a dorky selfie, or something pretty like he sometimes finds while he's wandering about and shoots your way to share.

It’s… a picture of him. The kind that he’d usually put on his So-Shell, you note, wondering why he’d sent it to you specifically. A little bit of a suggestive pose: his arms curling in just a manner to accentuate the way his arms have been getting big lately, one leg crossed over the other to show off how long they are, fingers framing that smug smirk he gets sometimes when he—

—oh.

Oh, god.

Leo isn’t wearing his mask. Or—or anything, you suddenly realize. No wraps. No socks.

…Are these… nudes?!

Quickly, feeling your face burn hot, you look up to check in with April and Casey. They’re both still fucking around on the other side of the table. She’s tickling him, he’s giggling. Normal. Normal. They haven’t noticed that you’re a few degrees shy of combustion. Cool, cool. No one’s noticed that your best friend—friend friend just a friend!—has sent you his smoldering-hot naked body.

Quickly, you stop yourself, inhaling deep before you go too deep into it. No, that’s silly. He’s a fucking turtle. So he’s not wearing socks. Or forearm wraps. Or—Or his mask, which you’ve never seen him without before. So it’s a sexy pose in front of a mirror. It’s—It’s not anything salacious, if you don’t make it such.

You start typing, just the usual compliment that you usually give his pictures on So-Shell, maybe a fire emoji, and—

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) oops! didn’t mean to send that!

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) just uh. pretend i didn’t just accidentally send you a nude. haha :)

“Oh my god,” you quietly whimper. It is a nude.

The proper thing would be, of course, to do as he asks. Spam a bunch of junk until it disappears to the void of the past conversation. Laugh it off with him. Tell him a joke to make him feel better when he’s probably fucking mortified.

…A little like how you’re mortified the moment you tap on the picture, making it bigger.

God damn it. It’s… It’s so unfair how good he looks, you think, biting on the inside of your cheek. He’s finally hit that growth spurt Casey has warned everyone was coming, and he’s just so—so big. Towering over you easily. Putting on muscle like it’s as easy as putting on a shirt. Moving like silk through the air. Comfortable in his skin and knowing he looks good.

A fresh memory comes to mind. How the other day, he’d picked you up in one hand to snag the blanket you’d been sitting on to hand to Donnie where he’d been whining about being chilly. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon uncomfortably wet and turned on, hoping to god his sensitive turtle nose couldn’t pick up on it as he draped an arm on your shoulder for the last half of the movie and pulled you to lean into his plastron.

(...Friends cuddle, right? Totally. Friends totally cuddle.)

Plus he’s just… pretty. The way his cheekbones curve, the markings on his face cutting beautiful lines around his eyes, eyes that you can see without his mask in the way. The breath catches in your lungs as you stare into where they’re half-lidded in the picture, turning the smirk into something sultry. The smirk, framed by fingers that are long and thick and—

“Oh fuck,” you choke, clenching your teeth so hard your jaw aches.

(...Friends think about getting fingered by their friends, right?! Right?! Oh god, oh fuck—)

“You good?” April asks, finally looking away from Casey who is dabbing at his face and bellowing with agony. Oof, carbonation up the nose. Not fun.

“…I’m so good,” you tell her around the knot in your throat, fingers going tight on your phone. Gah. You have to leave now or else she’ll suss out what’s wrong and you’re pretty sure you’d rather die than admit you’re getting flustered off of Leonardo’s mess up. “Say, uh. I—I have to go to the bathroom. Right now. For a while. I’ll be back.”

You can feel her eyes between your shoulder blades as you flee her knowing eyes, quickly going into the stand-alone bathroom in the cute little café and snapping the door shut behind you. You slump back against it, whipping out your phone and looking at it a bit like it’s a ticking time bomb.

Which it kind of is, you realize with a sudden terror. You haven’t responded to him yet. He would have seen the little dots where you’d given away you were typing. That you’d had his picture in your face. He knows you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it, and time is passing while he’s sitting there, knowing there’s a fucking nuke on your screen. Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stupid sexy turtle, you think, hands trembling as you compose a very normal, very chill response. You only delete three before you settle on the last and send it.

sent (12:45 p.m.) no worries! i didn’t see anything, haha :)

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) hm. you sure? you sure took a while to respond

Oh god. Embarrassment lights your blood on fire. He knows. He totally knows. Fuck, it feels like he knows how you zoomed the fuck in and had to press your goddamn thighs together beneath the table. Swallowing thickly, you try to do as much damage control as you can.

sent (12:45 p.m.) i mean, of course i saw it. i was curious!

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) oh yeah? what were you so curious about?

sent (12:45 p.m.) i. you know. i’ve never seen you without your mask.

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) you know you can ask, right? i’ll take it off for you whenever you want.

You fumble your phone. What the fuck. Is this happening. Quickly, you look up. Yep. You’re still here. A quick pinch reminds you that it isn’t a dream. It’s quarter til one on a Saturday, and your childhood friend has sent you a nude on accident and then said that.

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) is that something you want? seeing me without my mask?

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) i’d do it. for you.

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) no wraps. no socks. no mask.

“…Holy shit,” you mutter, feeling a little dizzy. You gape, unsure of how to respond, how to fucking breathe. Then, you nearly jump out of your skin when the phone of your screen fills with a selfie of you and Leo in a photobooth at Alberto Land, feather boas and silly matching heart-shaped glasses stupid on your face.

Oh fuck. He’s calling you.

“Where are you right now?” Leo asks as soon as you answer the call, not waiting for you to find your voice, his words velvet in your ears.

Defensive at how you’re reacting, protecting your friendship with him tooth and nail, you claw out of the fog that had settled and made you stupid. You narrow your eyes at the hand dryer next to you. “…Did you actually ‘accidentally’ send me that picture, Leonardo?”

His laugh fills your ears like wine; rich, decadent, intoxicating. Warmth blooms in your chest. “Where are you, beautiful?”

That’s about as close to an admission as you’re probably going to get, you think. The pet name, familiar in shape but foreign in tone, makes your stomach dip. Licking your lips, you try one more time.

“…Why are you sending me your nudes?” you ask, air catching in your throat, voice quiet but feeling loud in the privacy of the bathroom.

“Why are you looking at them?” he responds cheekily. You bite down on the snarky response that reflexively comes to the surface; am I not supposed to, goober? There’s something glittering in the air, an invitation for something, and it makes you hesitate. Makes you look at the boundary of the lines you’ve drawn around him. Wonder what they’d look like a little smudged.

“I… wanted to see,” you admit, feeling a little breathless, wondering if you sound so. If he can tell you’re on the edge of a cliff, feeling a bit like maybe you’re ready to take a step and fall.

“See what?” he asks. Voice lower still. Umbrous. Hypnotic. Tantalizing.

“You. Without—Without your mask. Without… any of it.”

His phone ever so slightly picks up on a sensuous rumble that comes from deep inside his shell. The sound of it makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your eyes fall shut. It’s an easy fantasy, thinking of feeling it in your flesh.

Leo says your name. It’s not a way you’ve ever heard him do so, before. It pricks your attention, hooking into it, pulling it where he wants it. “Where are you?”

You tell him. A second later, your eyes flare with familiar blue light. Two seconds later, your back is against the bathroom door, the sound of the lock clicking loud in your ears as he reaches over and ensures no one will be interrupting.

“Leo, you—!” you gasp, the barest amount of protest that he cuts through as easily as if he’d taken his katana to it.

“I got tired of waiting. And you want to see,” he says, his fingers finding your chin and holding you in place, his mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot against where you can’t breathe. His other hand finds the curve of your hip, pulling it to meld to his own, his plastron pressing you to the door. “So look while you still can, pretty little thing. Because you’ve got about three minutes before I plan on getting my face between your legs for a long, long time.”

Later, much later, after you nearly bite through your palm trying to keep quiet through the several orgasms he easily eats out of you, after he portals you back to the lair and he pins you to that cursed mirror in his bedroom so you can see how good he looks while fucking you stupid, after he crawls over you in his sheets and slowly curls his fingers together with yours while rolling his hips to get slow and deep to drive you absolutely insane, your phone vibrates again.

This time, you ignore it, fully fucked out, completely disinterested in moving from beneath where Leo’s snoring into your shoulder, having everything you can possibly want within arm’s reach for the foreseeable future.

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) lmao did you fall in?

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) hellooooooo

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) …since leo’s also not answering i’m guessing you’re with him. girl u Gotta let me know when you dip so i don’t worry >:T

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) also. ugh. can you two just make out already? the pining is getting ridiculous. and don’t tell me i’m just imagining things again. i’m sooooo bored by your excuses

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) grabbed your leftovers for you. love you ttyl byeeee

#BARGAIN COMPLETE #my fic #tmnt #rise #leonardo/reader #rating: m #i was tempted to go for the e rating but decided to leave it here. it felt sufficiently spicy as is hehe #ANYWAY ENJOY YEEHAW

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blitzxiiru · 1 year

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I loooooooove your future 2012 AU of the boys. They all look so badass and cool but still them and its so GOOD. I wanna consume them.

I also had some questions if thats okay? What happened to Leo's leg? Did his knee injury gradually get worse and he was like "lol im gonna cut it off" or did he get reinjured in that spot and that was basically the end of the entire leg? Also how old are they in this AU? I know they are supposed to be adults but like in their 20s? I'm just wondering cause their character sheets dont have ages. ALSO LEO BEING THE SHORTEST MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE. (Props to Mikey for finally gaining some height). And I LOVE Donnie's long ass bandana tails, he looks so cool but so dramatic with them its great. Anyway thank you for your time and this beautiful AU!

AIHDDJHDJD THANK YOU SO MUCH IM HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY THE FUTURE 12 GREMLINS. as traumatised as they are, they’ve worked through it despite some really rough patches. they definitely still have their bad days and nightmares, but they’ve learned to grow together and help each other through those bad times. they’ve changed and grown in their own way ofc, but they needed to relive the teenage years that they’ve lost, that’s why they’re still somewhat themselves in my au :)

LEO’S LEG

it’s actually a mix of both! leo kept pressuring his knee and over the years it gradually became worse — since he kept pushing his knee beyond it’s limits it keeps getting re-injured. the final straw was him snapping his knee again (completely this time) during a nasty fight and had to chop it off. the phantom pains he gets from his missing limb is… horrible, to say the least.

(BUT THAT FIRST SCENARIO YOU MENTIONED WOULD BE SO FUNNY THOUGH. imagine leo waking up one day and going, “oh wow. this knee injury hurts really bad, maybe i should chop it off. lol im actually gonna do it.” cue him barging into donnies lab like “DONNIE. I DEMAND YOU CUT MY LEG OFF” “WHAT?!” “CUT MY LEG OFF IT HURTS” “OF COURSE IT HURTS WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS INSISTING THAT YOU SHOULD ‘TRAIN’ IT.” “yeah but i think my blood circulation isnt working look my leg is pale” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LEO” and boom. leg no more.)

AGES

they should be around their late 20s in this au, i hc that for every season of the show they age one year. so at the start they were like 15, and the show had 5 seasons (granted s5 was a bit messy and was full of aus and past flashbacks, but there was that demodragon arc and stuff) so they would be 20 at the end of the show. specifically they’re like 28 :) they are kinda old but hey at least they don’t have to pay taxes in the sewers…

HEIGHT PROBLEMS

oh god, when raph suddenly had a growth spurt it was horrible for leo. he was relentlessly being teased every single day and raph would NOT let off. and then when MIKEY hit being 1cm taller than leo, the teasing fucking doubled and he was downright miserable. they kept growing while leo was barely getting any height. he’s still their sensei though — and he makes them do extra training as punishment for the relentless teasing :) donnie doesn’t join in on the teasing (sometimes he does) but he does snicker when raph and mikey make jokes about leo’s height. it’s funnier for him because he’s been the tallest out of all of them since day one.

MORE ABOUT DONNIE

and yessss i loved designing donnie! since he was tall everything about his design had to compensate for his height so i figured long mask tails and a long lab coat would do the trick. his brothers were concerned over him tripping on his mask tails but he hasn’t, not even ONCE. he is one graceful, careful boy. he braids it or ties it into a bow whenever he does lab work so it doesn’t accidentally slip into one of his chemicals somehow. sometimes he lets mikey do it for him :)

thank you for the questions anon!!! these were super fun to answer and i hope it helped clarify a little more about the au :))

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #donatello tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #headcannons!!#future! 12 tmnt #future!au #blitz talks gibberish #asks

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haute-pockette · 2 years

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rottmnt turtle tot headanons

All the kids were very empathetic when they were little

If one started crying it often led to a chain reaction of all of them crying

Usually started with Donnie

If not Donnie then it was likely Mikey, they were two easiest to set off

Then Leo would get upset cause his twin was crying

Cue Baby Mikey who would start up cause he was confused and scared about his big brothers crying

Raph would try to calm them down and fix whatever was wrong but no one would be able to use their words about what was wrong

He’d then wind up wailing along alongside them when nothing worked

Splinter would panic at first cause so much tears how do you even handle four crying toddlers?

But he learned to understand snotty sniffly toddler talk and would hurry to fix any boo-boos

That would slow down the waterworks but it usually took a snuggle pile and hot chocolate to calm them all down completely

Raph was the loudest cryer, he’d straight up scream

Donnie used to be a loud cryer too

He got quieter as he grew up, now he just silently fights back tears

Leo would mostly whimper and cling to his twin

Mikey was a very clingy, impossible to get him to let go until he calms down

Even after calming down he’ll still insist of comfort cuddles

Comfort cuddles often turned into Lou Jitsu movie marathons

They all went by their colors until a week or so after Mikey’s 7th birthday

Splinter got him a book about renaissance art that year

They all thought the names were super cool sounding and picked them out

Before that Donnie already changed his name once

When they were learning words and colors he declared he wanted to be Violet not Purple

Cause Purple isn’t in the rainbow like his brothers’ names and he wanted to match

He still answers to both but he prefers Violet

The old lair’s furniture all have half-chewed legs and corners from Raph’s teething days

Teething toys didn’t last long with his powerful jaw

Kong toys worked but Splinter would also got him things like sheep ears or bone chews

It wasn’t always about teething though, it was a comforting stim

Raph also loved lick mats covered in peanut butter

He’s very texture oriented

Back when Raph was closer in size to his brothers Mikey would climb on any of them

It’s only when Raph hit his growth spurt that everyone gravitated to climbing on his shell

Mikey was just clingy in general and loved to be close or in contact with his brothers

He tends to make the most turtle noises, mostly chirping happily and soft rumbling in his sleep almost like snores

Raph would rumble in his sleep too

Mikey doesn’t chirp as much any more but he still does it way more than his siblings

Donnie mostly hisses when frustrated

Leo is more likely to make turtle noises when he’s tired or not fully awake

Leo was always the most adventurous as a kid (hence grabbing fucking swords as his weapon when he was a toddler)

He usually had scraped knees and bruises from trying to explore or mimic Lou Jitsu stunts

Despite being the third oldest he considered himself the second oldest cause he was protective of his crybaby brothers

Considered it his job to keep his twin safe

That’s how he got into being the family medic, he wanted to be able to patch up and make his brothers better when Splinter couldn’t

#rottmnt #turtle tots #Donatello #Leonardo #Michelangelo #Raphael #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #headcanons

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peach-jelly-lemon · 2 years

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Every age here is canon except B (the turtle tots short). I put them at slightly younger than (C) the first Lair Games because (at least mikey and donnie) look slightly smaller. In the first Lair Games they seem to be going through the phase of gaining more weight right before puberty (Donnie’s legs are thicker and his face is rounder). In C Donnie also seems to be right on the verge of outgrowing his glasses.

I will not talk about D. I will make redesigns for D (9, 10, 10, 11) and probably also 11, 12, 12, 13, because those are such major transition ages both physically and personality wise and D actually offends me.

I wish there was more of an obvious change between E and F, mostly that men don’t tend to hit their main growth spurts until 15. Maybe they all got taller and kept the same ratio though, I can’t tell.

Lastly (and not included here) is the difference between 16y/o Leonardo and 40y/o Leonardo, implying that at some point between those two (probably 18-20?) All the turtles got ANOTHER massive growth spurt that brought Leo up to the 6 1/2 to 7′ range. Mikey stayed at a significantly shorter height but was always floating so it’s hard to say, but in comparison he would probably reach a little under 6′. Since that’s in line with their species, it’s safe to say that Donnie ended up taller than Leo (~7′) and finally, Raph. Got. Huge. Like 8 feet tall on the small side huge. Like probably more around 11′ as an average huge. Like how the hell did the kraang win huge. Jesus christ

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #rise raph #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt future donnie #rottmnt future raph #rottmnt future mikey #lair games #turtle tots #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #the krang #krangpocalypse

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verydistractedveryconfused · 2 years

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Casey Jones Rise ‘Verse Headcanons

SPOILER ALERT FOR THE RISE OF THE TMNT MOVIE!!!

IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE AND DON’T WANT ANY SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS POST

I wanted to wait a few more days to post a headcanon but my brain is going crazy over this

listen

Casey Jones has PTSD

he comes from a dystopian future where there was a horrifying bloody war, they ate rats and leafs, probably never had a moment of peace to sleep or do anything other than surviving, explosions and screams everywhere and that’s just a hint of it

Casey probably has a very irregular sleep patern and is a light sleeper, and adding to that I believe he can fall asleep anywhere that he feels is safe enough

This causes the Hamato’s to find him asleep in weird places at some random moment of the day/night

on the couch, the floor, a random “high view post” from where he was keeping watch, the pipes, Donnie’s lab, the arcade, you name it he fell asleep there

(the guys sometimes have to move him to a better sleep post and wake him up as gently as possible,

they don’t like to have to wake him up but they can’t just lift him up without any warnig while he’s asleep or they get a frantic and panicked elbow to the face

((they learned that one the hard way))

which I’ll explain more about)

he wakes up ready for a fight or flight situation, and that’s why it is not a good idea to just grab him whenever he sleeps

Too many times where there was a sudden night attack from the Kraang and he had to act quickly

He’s not a big fan of the New York City bustle [correct me if the word is not correct please :’) ]

what i mean is

he hates crowded spaces

too little space to move or run if he has to, too many people talking and making noise, too many people that would get hurt running to safety, pushing and sidestepping and glaring, and just- no

loud noises scare him, fireworks especially

(the fourth of july was not a good time for the hamato household)

(Casey FREAKED OUT)

he also has a bad eating schedule and even worse eating habits

he eats very little and at strange times

Spinter once caught him in lettuce [yes lettuce] under the kitchen table at 3 am

the others try to help him, and Mikey along with Donnie help in making him a small eating calendar with the times he should eat and what foods are good to injest in his situation

(the situation being that back in his og time there was barely any food to go around so his stomach, growth and developement may not be as healthy as it could be)

[after some time though, he hits a growth spurt]

I have so many more to share and if anyone wants to make a fic, well...SEND ME THE LINK BECAUSE HECK YEAH I LOVE CASEY JONES & FAMILY CONTENT

there, sorry for grammar horrors

#rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #rottmnt #casey jones #raphael #leonardo #michelangelo #donatello #spoilers

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its-wabby-stuff · 10 months

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Really random thought.

Well a TMNT iteration inspired by my family (not an original idea), but there’s six of us. Four boys, two girls. So what if, the turtles had their sisters in the beginning and I dramatized the family trauma. Here are the rankings:

Splinter (Hamato Yoshi, 42): OCD, spontaneous, anger issues, disciplined, Asian parent standard, can’t identify his limits. Yoshi had always had a hard life. Strict, accomplished parents with high expectations, who he left to study abroad and learn English, met a woman (Tang Shen), fell in love, she was taken away by a mad man and her DNA was used in mutant experiments. He managed to flee to the sewers with 6 baby turtles made in the experiment, and halt the mad man’s progression (where he was mutated into a rat), but lost the love of his life forever.

Venus (oldest, 16): Obedient, kind, keeps feelings to herself, trying her best really, perfectionist, overwhelmed and stimming. Started taking care of her siblings at a young age, after Splinter’s mental health barreled down leaving him a shell of his old self, resigned to his room. Venus tries her best to keep things up to Splinter’s strict standards of house and home. Loves escaping through movies, and often hums songs around the house. More like Splinter than she cares to admit. Looks the most like Tang Shen and remembers seeing her in the isolation tanks.

Raph (Venus’ twin): Anger issues, loves arguments, really a big softy, physical touch, would do anything for family, keeps to himself for own activities, inattentive ADHD, protective. Splinter trained both Raph and Venus is martial arts when they were young, and Raph has good memories of Splinter, but no memories of Tang Shen.Entertains his younger siblings, but isn’t the best at helping out. Loves reading, stuffed animals, and punching stuff. Will beat up any brother causing problems.

Jennika (14): Independent, Anxiety, helpful, social, has a bit of a permanent judgement face, body dysmorphia, people pleaser, more stubborn than you’d think. Longs to leave the sewers and meet humans. Loves to dance, and loves to cook. Likes to keep her space tidy. Very close with Splinter, who sees her potential. He’s the hardest on her. Strict physical exercise routine. Wakes up the earliest. Writes poems. She’s the closest with Leo.

Leo (13): A big tease, picky eater, charismatic, likes looking good, thinks he’s the best looking in the family (he probably is), material gurl, not good at talking about his /emotions/, tallest (for now). Loves getting on his brothers nerves and working out/training. Is the most likely to start a successful business. Would never admit he actually cares about his family, but he does. Tis but a flesh wound, adventurer, could successfully blame you for anything (especially Venus). Knows the most Japanese. Great chess player.

Mikey (12): Social butterfly, wants to be friends with everyone, sensitive, hates rejection and loss, artistic, Tattle-tale, hyperactive ADHD, competitive. Loves playing outside (when allowed), and playing games with his family. Is usually picked on by Leo. Taught martial arts by Venus and Raph. Enjoys Martial Arts and parkour, baking, and video games. A bit more timid, but willing to try anything especially if Leo did it first. Tries to get the whole family to do stuff together.

Donnie (10): Tinkerer, will def be the tallest brother when he hits his growth spurt, autistic, creative, big forehead, follows his siblings around, iPad kid, will abuse the youngest child card. Loves telling stories, beating his brothers in video games, and showing off his “special moves.” Really looks up to Venus and Raph, who he was mostly raised by. He’s still trying to figure out who he is. You can find him the most next to Mikey or Leo, or glued to a Nintendo switch. Plays chess with Leo.

Splinter speaks a lot of his childhood, but not much of his young adulthood spent out of Japan. The plot would follow the turtles discovering the truth of their creation and Splinters past, Venus’ vague memory of Tang Shen (who she believes might’ve been someone she made up), and meeting other mutants, or “cousins”. They’d have run ins with the foot clan, who is a part of some greater family history. Also includes shenanigans. Splinter would realize his faults and try to get better, really giving special attention to Jennika and Leo. Which bothers Venus

Venus is the leader for a bit, only as the oldest, until Venus hands it over to Leo. 1) To help herself heal, relax and stop being so stressed and 2) because she knows he will be great. Jennika is Leo’s number two.

This is also mixing in some of my favorite TMNT iterations, but my family fits really well with the established characters. I imagine they are also different species. Let me know what you think.

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boidmc · 2 years

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Random headcanons about the Rise!Turtle Bros that just make sense (at least to me)

Raph and Donnie are dog people (with different tastes in dogs), Mikey is a cat person, and Leo is 50/50 and doesn't care as long as they're cute and don't try to bite/claw at him.

April taught the boys how to play hand-clapping games she learned from her parents. The most common one they played was Slide and they still play when they get bored. Usually, it's Leo and Mikey but sometimes they get too intense and have way too long of a game.

When Raph hit his growth spurt and they started going above in disguises without Splinter, he got called the other boys' dad so many times in the beginning. His brothers had a field day and couldn't stop laughing when they found out. It stopped happening as much as everyone grew taller but still happens a bit when he's just with Mikey.

Raph has a habit of always fidgeting with his hands and doing repetitive hand movements. Most common ones are him softly tapping the tips of his knuckles together to a beat and rubbing one of his fingers between the ones on the other hand, usually in thought.

Raph crunches on ice a lot, which isn't as bad for his teeth since he's not a human. He initially started eating ice because he was testing out his jaw strength when he was younger with Donnie but now it's his go-to if his anxiety gets too much since the cold grounds him.

Leo and Donnie are actually a couple days apart but, after learning they were still technically the same age, Leo dubbed them as twins. They started celebrating their "joint" birthdays on the day in between.

Speaking of which, you can pry Leo being the older twin out of my cold dead hands. /lh But yeah speaking from 2nd oldest/middle child experience he radiates older middle child energy way more than younger middle child energy. In this essay-

Leo tends to pace a lot. He does it when he's thinking hard, when he has too much energy, when he's part of a conversation, etc. His body just likes to move and you can see him constantly shuffle on his feet when he tries to keep still.

Donnie used to use the most random things to help shape his eyebrows. Common one was a ruler cuz it also helped make sure they were exactly even. He can freehand it now and it looks more natural but he has given Splinter a heart attack when one time he caught him using a knife for help. It was dull and plastic but still.

Donnie has a customized rubber duck in his lab that looks like a mini him that he talks to and uses as a stress ball when he hits a roadblock to inventing or coding something. Mikey helped paint it and proceeded to make ones for everyone else.

Mikey is said to be a ballet dancer in Lair Games so I wanna say that he learned a lot of ballet via watching Youtube videos. It leads him to watch more dance videos of different types of dance and the most physically flexible in the family. It's also noticeable in the way he fights as well.

Mikey has some form of color-related associative synesthesia. He actually "sees"/associates his brothers as different colors than what we're used to. He usually thinks of Raph as dark sea green, Leo as canary yellow, and Donnie as mahogany red. Orange is pretty close to what he sees himself as but leaning more on the peach side. Has drawn a what-if photo of all of them if they were color-coordinated via Mikey standards.

#i didnt know it was gonna be this long honest-#but yeah this has been in my drafts for a couple days #let me know if anyone wants more i know i keep making them up randomly #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #boid.txt

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tblsomedoodles · 2 years

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I saw the thingy about Raph going with Angie and my instant thought was: What if Raph was the one who got sent back.

I'm not sure how exactly this would happen, I'd assume all four brothers have some form of mystic portaling abilities since it's not exactly something originally in Canon!Mikey's arsenal, but I feel like it'd most likely happen during whatever incident created Savage-mode.

Raph is alone, and panicking, and his ninpo is sent to far into gear and he ends up in 03. This def would change some things because not only are Rise kids REALLY dependent on their big brother, 03 isn't getting innocent 3yo baby Orange, they're getting 5yo big brother Raph.

+ This would force Leo (as the older twin, for the sake of it) into the older brother position which would end up making Rise!Leo a lot more like his other counterparts.

+ + The mental image of like, 13yo Raph who just hit his growth spurt towering over his pops is an incredible thought.

i think it's been brought up before (but very, very briefly) so i'm definitely here for going more indepth about it! : )

The way i usually think pure mystic powers to work is that they aren't just static skills they can do. Like, if they put enough time and effort, they can learn other ways to use it. (it's just very difficult, takes a lot of effort, and Mikey has been the only one to try. I mean, if it was a static skill, he shouldn't have been able to make any sort of portal in the movie. Its just that they're young and haven't had much training in mystic arts.) With that being said! That would mean, if the other boys were despirate enough, they could open portals as well. A young, separated Raph would be no exception.

So yeah, Raphie would find this still very scared and weary five year old (who most certainly bites him b/c he's in an unfamiliar place, without his siblings, and he most certainly doesn't know this new turtle reaching out towards him. he could very well be in a baby version of savage-mode as well. Either way he's definitely biting Raphie. probably several times lol)

but eventually the hissing and biting calm down, Raphie is able to get the child to trust him enough to pick him up. They spend time looking for his family (Particularly his brothers since he seems very adiment on finding them) but with no luck he brings him back to the lair.

Growing up Raph would definitely still be the sweetest kid (though still willing to bite if necessary lol) and Raphie would fight anyone that tried to change that. i think he would still have problems being left alone. I mean, his brothers left him alone once and he never saw them again, who's to say that can't happen here?

but yeah, Raph hitting that growth spurt and suddenly towering over Raphie would both proud and disappointed. like on one hand, he must be doing something right, this kid is huge! on the other, he can't pick him up anymore.

on the other side of the portal, it would definitely be a little different. I think they would still be pretty clingy to one another, like with the regular Adopted AU, not wanting anyone to be out of sight for very long. And yeah, Leon would probably have to step up to take care of his siblings. B/c Splinter kind of just stopped doing it after Raph left, Donnie can't/won't, and Mikey's the baby. He would definitely be a little closer to a standard Leo, but i could see him retaining his jokester personality even if he is a little more serious most of the time.

Thanks! This was cool! : )

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted au #au of the au #i'm getting a lot of those lately lol

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yellowhollyhock · 4 months

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Raph and Don being close is important. This gonna be a weird parallel but what if we could compare them to Angel and Casey?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Gonna take the opportunity to share my headcanons and rants about Angel, and to a lesser extent, Casey.

Her grandmother—whom I’ve named Norma—is her mom’s mom. Her mom, Jenny, wanted to study music, hadn’t decided if she wanted to teach or perform, Norma talked her into a teaching degree instead, while at college she met Buddy and they had Ryan.

Speaking of Ryan—Angel got totally whitewashed in the Darkness Within episode, right? Anyways Buddy’s a white guy to explain somewhat where Ryan got his genes. But also. Pretend like Ryan looks normal and the whole fam didn’t get whitewashed. Pretend they’re both biracial and Angel’s just a little darker. I mean pretend whatever you want but I’m pretending that.

Ryan is about 4 years older than Angel. When she was born Jenny and Buddy moved back to NYC to be closer to Norma. Norma and Buddy did not get along, but they did their best. Casey Jones, 9 at the time, lived nearby. Buddy and Arnold Sr. became friends, so Casey met the Bridges. Jenny is killed in a car crash when Angel is 6, Ryan 10, Casey 15. Buddy is overcome with grief and still doesn’t get along with Norma—he leaves. Casey’s dad is killed by the Purple Dragons less than a year after that (I know he looks younger in the flashback but based on the specific way it affected him I hc teenager, he just hit his growth spurt late). So both families are going through it and they bond. Casey helps babysit Angel and Ryan a lot.

Ryan is a lot more withdrawn. He lives in his head (musical theatre nerd but refuses to speak out loud. Will eventually be persuaded to join choir).

Angel is explosive. Her and Casey bond a lot—they’re both processing, both grieving, and Casey’s enough older that he feels like he should be able to advise but he’s also just a kid. He really earns Angel’s respect the first time he breaks down crying in front of her. She brings him a piece of grass she picked from outside to cheer him up because she couldn’t find a flower. They have a very close bond. Ryan and Casey are friends, and Angel looks up to Ryan, but her and Casey have a very close bond.

And I so very adore. That you’ve compared them to Donnie and Raph. Because. Akkfkfkfk

Personality wise? You got two Raphs. Casey is more similar to Raph, while Angel is in some ways Raph and others Mikey, and obviously they are all different individuals, but the point is that personality wise, Angel isn’t the level head to Casey’s deep sensitivity, nor he the grounded in reality to her daydreaming. But the relationship? Absolutely is parallel.

It’s the dynamic of ‘you took care of me so I wanna take care of you.’ It’s ’we both know the worst things about each other and we’re safe with each other.’ It’s ‘I might be mad at the entire world but the second you need me I’ll set all that aside.’

It’s the way Casey, who hates the Purple Dragons, would not give up on his friend and took a huge personal risk going after her. Or how fiercely independent Angel caved immediately and ran for help when Casey was in trouble. Or how she stops him from killing Hun—that moment means so much to me. It does so much to establish Angel’s character, and cements a lot we knew about Casey too. Plus it’s so adorably sweet.

Basically, siblings who would die for each other. Which describes all the turtles but what about siblings who would talk about their feelings without dying of embarrassment—

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt angel #2003 Casey #just my headcanons #thanks for the ask!#2003 donnie #2003 raph

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the idea of the turtles hitting puberty and having massive growth spurts as the human hormones kick in is so funny to me. imagine being April, returning from a family holiday over the summer and ready to brag about how she grew 3 inches, only to discover Raph is now the size of a tank. the next year Leo and Donnie have passed her. (Donnie could sit in her lap literally 3 months ago.) Mikey hasn’t hit puberty yet and only comes up to her waist, but the second he starts growing she’s going to chuck him in an industrial compressor.

#it is just such a funny concept to me #kicking my legs and giggling #also april coming back and being like ‘why are none of you wearing clothes now’#‘we were growing so fast it was easier to just Stop than find a new shirt every day’#coffee talks #rottmnt

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hijinxensues · 1 year

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The Cloaking Brooch Dilemma - Part 5

RotTMNT Donatello x OC!AFAB

Synopsis: Donatello considered himself, nay, deemed himself the greatest mind of his generation. He was known for his skills as a scientist, inventor, engineer and was a technological genius. Dare he throw in that he was a damn good brother and held the title of being ¼th ‘Protector of New York City’.

He could barely fathom that he didn’t piece together that the pretty barista he was falling for was simultaneously his gaming buddy (might I add, for the last eight years) and was working for Big Mama.

At this very moment, Donatello was sure of two things in his life. One of them being his life was a joke and the second being that he was fraternizing with the enemy.

All because he decided to run errands whilst donning his cloaking brooch.

Warnings: Aged-Up turtles, fluff, Half-Yokai OC, AFAB OC (does use she/her/they pronouns in writing), swearing, light angst

FIRST

Ch.5 – Lavender

Donatello is exhausted when he wakes up, which is a regular occurrence between satisfying his brothers need to spend time with him, inventing, hero duties and gaming. He squints at his phone screen and the time blares at him, 11:30am- he had slept in. Their ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon ran much later than anticipated as Leo had abruptly left halfway through to who-knows-what.

He claps his hands, and the room illuminates in a soft purple. The family had moved around quite a bit, after the battle with Shredder and after the Krang invasion. The lair became bigger and bigger, ready to accommodate the steady increase of inventions he created for his family and the rapid growth spurt all of them went through hitting their early adulthood, he was certain Raphael was still growing, slowly but surely putting on height and width.

Sluggishly he drags himself out of bed, “Shelldon, a coffee please.”

His “lab” was more equivalent to his own penthouse suite attached to the lair than just a lab for experiments and inventions. He had the lab portion mostly separated for safety and sanitization purposes, going past that was more of a loft-living type of area which had a kitchen area with the works as well as a sectioned off part for his sleeping arrangements.

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sources from what I was talking about last night.

“Perfect coffee yet again, Shelldon! Thanks.” He raises his mug as a thanks to his robot friend.

Donatello shuffles out to the common area and into the kitchen and takes his seat at the table.

“He’s up! Glad to see you finally joining us, Donald.” His starry-eyed brother croons at him as he rests his chin on his shoulder. The genius pats Michelangelo on the head lightly and pulls his plate of pancakes closer to him.

“And where did you go in the middle of our ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon last night?” Raphael quirks a brow at his blue clad brother. Leonardo spins his chair around so he can straddle his chair and lean on the back rest, “Just needed to take care of something quick, hermano,” with a grin he pops a piece of a waffle in his mouth. “Oh, this is amazing, Angelo! You outdo yourself every time.” He scarfs the rest of the waffle down and pulls another onto his plate.

“Awe, you really think so?! I tried a gluten-free recipe this time just to see how it’d turn out. I’m glad you like it!” Michelangelo smiles brightly at his brother while he digs in as well. He turns towards Donnie, “Were you going topside by any chance today?”

“Tired sigh, I wasn’t planning on it, Michael.”

“Perfect! So, what you’re saying is that you totally have time to go pick up more waffle mix for me.” Donnie doesn’t have his robotic arms to stop the onslaught of his younger brothers’ arms as they wrap around him, “Thanks so much, Dee! There’ll be extra pancakes on your plate tomorrow morning, baby!”

Donatello was soft for his younger brother, he seldom said no to him, and it was a good excuse to get a lavender latte topside.

“Say,” Leonardo starts, “is there such thing as half-rabbit Yokais?”

“You mean Kitsunes?” Donatello offers. Leonardo shakes his head, “No, like Kitsune but Rabbit version?” The genius hums, “Not that I’m aware of, no. There is a Rabbit Yokai that works at Hueso’s, but they aren’t what you’re describing.” There’s a glint in his twins’ eye at the mention of the Rabbit Yokai but doesn’t get to say anything as Raphael interrupts him.

“What’s with the sudden interest in types of Yokai? Does this have something to do with where you went off last night?” Raphael inquires and crosses his arms. Leonardo lets out a laugh, “You’re rather suspicious of me this morning, Raph-a-la! I solemnly swear I am not up to anything.”

Cavaletty: ooo, looks interesting /gen thanks

‘Cavaletty sent a link’

Cavaletty: plz explain this science meme sir i want to laugh lmao, im also off today if you wanna vc or just game today?

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Here’s the meme explained, short video. It’s 1 minute or so long. Perfect, I also need to head out for a bit then I’ll be free for the day. Perhaps voice chat? I have to work on a few projects and would appreciate the company.

Donatello holds his forearm flush to his body to avoid Michelangelo’s wandering gaze as he types back, “Angelo, send me the brand of the waffle mix. I’ll head out now.” He nods and Donatello gets a ping on his monitor on his wrist with the brand name and picture.

The rest of brunch goes smoothly as everyone helps wash up after mealtime. Donatello gets back to his living quarters, gets dressed and hesitates whether to fasten the brooch on or not. He settles on pocketing it and heading out the door. Just in case I need it.

It’s chillier today and he opts to wear wrap a scarf around his neck and dons his trapper hat as well, along with his signature mask. Gloves on his tridactyl hands and boots on his feet he faces the weather topside.

Donatello gets to the grocery store quickly, not a fan of the weather or wasting time. He gets a few rapid pings from Michelangelo requesting more things for tomorrow breakfast which he begrudgingly agrees to get.

He rounds the corner to the aisle listed to have flour and baking ingredients, he begins to scan the shelves, but his breath gets caught in his throat as he catches a glimpse of ebony hair and a familiar face: Violet. Thankful of his quick reflexes bestowed upon him due to the ninja lifestyle, he backs out of the aisle silently and shoves a hand in his pocket frantically searching for and fastening his brooch then pulling off his bandana and trapper hat and shoving both items in his pocket. He checks his arm band, arrythmia- odd, he’ll have to do a health scan when he gets back to the lair, he didn’t have a history of heart problems or palpitations.

Clearing his throat and wiping his palms down his jacket he enters the aisle again to find Violet still browsing, in the area he needs to find the waffle mix. Maybe she’s gluten-free? No, he thinks he’s seen her have pastries at Rendezvous that we baked with regular flour. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and fluff his hair out a bit he casually makes his way to the waffle mix section.

“Violet, right?”

She startles and takes a tiny step back for proximity, “Oh! That’s me. Lavender latte with a cinnamon bun?” she laughs politely, her glasses still a bit foggy due to the temperature change.

Donatello nods and offers a small smile while picking up the waffle mix, her eyebrows furrowed, “My brother likes to experiment with cooking,” he shakes the bag of flour gently, “I’m doing his grocery shopping.”

Violet smiles, “That’s super nice of you, just grocery shopping with a friend.”

There’s an awkward silence and Donatello reminds himself why he hates small talk so much. A ping on his phone comes through and he breathes a sigh of relief, what was he thinking? Small talk with a stranger?! He pulls his phone out and fumbles it, the crack of the phone hitting the ground cause them both to wince and reach down.

“Oop, I got-“

“Ah, shit-“

For the second time that day, Donatello is caught off guard. Violet’s wide eyes stared at him, her glasses had slipped farther down the bridge of her nose from her quick descent to grab his phone. Her ebony locks fall loosely around her face, the fragrance of her hair flooded his sense, vanilla. The tip of her nose and her ears pink from the cold weather.

There’s a quick zap at his fingertips which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards, “Ah! Sorry! I shocked you.” She supplies his phone and her opposite hand to help him up.

His jacket is too heavy, it’s too hot and the lights are too bright in here. The collar on his jacket is suffocating and he wanted to dunk his head in ice cold water to bring him back to his senses- is he having a panic attack? Sensory overload, perhaps? A heart attack? No, that’s absurd. He steadies his breathing and takes her hand, a bit dazed from the literal spark he had gotten from her.

Violet pushes the phone into his hand and the bag of waffle mix into his chest, “You dropped this.”

Donatello swallows thickly and mumbles out his thanks and excuses himself then heads straight to the check out and then back to the streets. The crisp air brings him back to his senses and he practically dives to the nearest alleyway to regear himself in his bandana and trapper hat then unfastening the brooch. Quickly checking his vitals on his arm band, he concludes them normal enough to head home via rooftop instead of the streets, lest he run into Violet again on the way home.

‘All vitals unremarkable.’

The terrapin frowns, odd, he was a very self aware turtle but he simply could not place physically why he reacted the way he did earlier in the day. He could rationalize that he scrambled for his cloaking brooch to make conversation with her based on their last encounter at the coffee shop and almost entirely biffed that due to him very quickly leaving them with barely a ‘goodbye’.

Donnie had a decently sized ego, he’s been told, so today was out of the ordinary in his regular behavior. He’s inclined to blame it on something mystic or otherworldly. He’s never previously reacted that way around Violet when running into her at her workplace, what had changed? What was different? Throwing on his brooch made sense as that’s how he had last talked to her. Hypothesis and experimentation were where he excelled- he would need to run into her more often the phenomenon of what happened today.

Pacing around the lab, he settled in front of his computer screen and opens a spreadsheet.

‘Incoming call from Cavaletty’

“Hey bud, how’s it shakin’? Just playing ‘Hades’, it’s single player so I can do this while you do whatever nerd shit you need to do on your end. ”

Donnie snorts, “Greetings to you too. What was going on with that customer that made you hang up on me the other night?”

He had no reaction to running into Violet at Rendezvous so that would be used as his control. He created a section where he would record symptoms when he was wearing his brooch and when he wasn’t, then a section for the morning and then the evening. He created a final section for organic run-ins, like today.

“Oh, they just literally popped out of nowhere?”, there’s some shifting and rapid button clicking on the other end, “Literally though, like, they came out of a portal? Nothing bad happened, I was just startled. What were your thoughts on Yokai, by the way?”

His fingers stop abruptly over his keyboard and his chest constricts; has he been found out? Does she know?

“Portals and Yokai- what a segue.”

“Is it really? Magic literally exists now, how many Yokai do you think travel by portal? I’d probably think a lot. I mean, I feel like portals are the most baseline magic.”

“It’s mystic, not magic. You’d also be correct; portal or transportation mystic is widely used and is very common.” He pushes the conversation away from Yokai, his palms begin to perspire.

“Mystic- ah, fuck!”, he heard her slam her controlled down on a desk, “for fucks sake.”

“Get wrecked, you’re actual trash at that game.”

“Am not, you’ve never seen me play it so you can’t know that, science guy. Aren’t all about the…hypotenuse or whatever? No proof I suck.”

“Hypothesis. I do have proof, we regularly play multiplayer games and I’m always the carry. The MVP, if you so will. The Amazing Othello Von Ryan, I’m waiting for applause.”

There’s a few claps on the other end, “Thanks nerd, anyways. About Yokai’s. Er, I’m totally fine with them, you avoided my question, so I’ll just go first. My best friend is a Yokai, I don’t think I’ve ever told you? I’m totally a-ok with sharing space with them. I’m not xenophobic, I’ll put that out there.”

Donnie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” there’s a very tense pause, “Is that going to be a problem with you?” he can hear the malice on the other end of the call.

“No, no!” he scrambles and hits a few buttons on his keyboard, accidentally deleting the spreadsheet he just made in a flurry of panic to get some words out, “Definitely not, I’ve got Yokai friends as well. I frequent one of the ‘hole in the wall’ pizza joints here. It’s ‘Run of the Mill’- have you heard of it?”

Here’s his chance! He has the urge to spill his guts, this is perfect opportunity to come out to one of his dearest friends as, Donatello Hamato: scientist, inventor, engineer, technological genius and mutant (that could absolutely be misconstrued as ‘Yokai’).

“Yes! Totally, oh my god, I was literally there a little while ago. The garlic knots are to die for there! Another food venue we totally share and are clearly in walking distance of but you won’t hang out with me~”

Donnie’s brain is screaming at him to take the opportunity to just tell her the truth, to agree to finally meet in person, but he can’t shake the nervousness he feels. Rejection is a feeling he’s familiar with and it makes his mouth dry as he pulls his lips into a tight line. Bouncing his leg, he wrings his hands together nervously. Letty confirmed that she was fine with Yokai’s- better yet, she had Yokai friends and went to Yokai establishments. She wasn’t going to reject him because he was part turtle, but what if she rejected him? Rejected Donnie? What if he wasn’t everything she thought he was? What if he disappointed her in person? There was always the possibility that they meet in person and Letty just didn’t like him as person, regardless of being a terrapin.

Her nervous laughter and deflated tone come through the headset, “Ah, I’m just joking. I know you don’t want to meet in person. You know I’m happy just being online friends with ya, Otto.”

Donnie. His name is Donnie and he yearns to hear her say it. There’s a pang of sadness that wells up in his chest and stays there, he’s missed his opportunity yet again to come clean about his online persona. He sighs into the mic, forgetting it’s not on mute. “Sorry, not sighing at you. Just tired, I’m happy being online friends with you as well.”

“No, no! Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have asked. I know you like your privacy.” A beat, “Is it me?” the inquiry is so soft and uncertain it makes him want to curl around her to shield her from himself, from his insecurities and doubts.

“Letty, you’re never, ever the reason.” It’s me.

The silence is suffocating, there’s no clicking on either ends of the phone.

“Well, I’ll let you go Otto. Chat soon.”

“Right, bye-”

A shiver goes down own his spine as the line goes dead.

Donnie throws his headset down as he sees his friends name greyed out as she logs out of Discord, “fuck.” Running his hands down his face, he decides it’s time for a nap.

TBC

#donnie x oc #donnie x reader #RiseDonnie #2018 donnie #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt oc #the cloaking brooch dilemma tmnt

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my-liege-the-fool · 2 years

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Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles headcannons because I can

Donnie and Ralph were both biters as babies.

Once Ralph hit his growth spurt he stopped so he wouldn't hurt his brothers

Still bites on things if stressed though

Donnie never grew out of it and if you stress him out enough he will bite you

Casey likes to listen to classical music

The loudness of other kinds brings back memories of his other timeline/the future

Donnie stops blasting his music at top volume when he realises this, and modifies his goggles to be headphones as well

All the turtles hyperfixate on Jupiter Jim

Donnie is fascinated by human tech, Ralph loves human fighting, leo likes human theatre and mikeys interest in human artists

The turtles legal names are the colours (purple, red, blue, orange)

Mikey was the one to give them their other names, because of his hyperfixation on human art/artists

In terms of clothing, the turtles don't really need to wear clothes, but if they do mikey is the most likely to.

He loves the fact that he can express himself in another way then just paint

Leo is the next one who wears clothes the most, then Ralph

Ralph doesn't as often as he'd like because of his size, so mikey experiments with sowing from time to time with splinters help

(Splinter learned to sow from making movies/being in the battle nexus)

Donnie hates wearing clothes because of the texture on his shell, but will ignore that if the style is good

The boys love to read conspiracy theory's about themselves online. Sometimes they will make accounts and join in the arguments, just for fun

Donnie tells people he is scared of beach balls because his brothers locked him in a hamster ball as a kid

It's a lie, he just doesn't like explaining that beach balls scare him

#rottmnt #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo

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theashemarie · 11 months

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When I saw you mention updating Very Thoughtful I almost went feral what the heck that fic means everything to me!! what is donnie up to this time

omg haha thank you! I'm excited to get back to it!

Donnie is leaving the lair this time wrow. Here's a little sneakity peek since I'm actually decently far into this chapter already.

Donnie was thirteen when he went up to the surface alone for the first time.

Alone for the first time was a bit a misnomer. He was with Leo, for one, but it wasn’t often that either one of them did anything alone, so Donnie was counting this as the first time. No Raph, no Splinter, no Mikey—just Donnie and Leo, a set of two impulsive, stubborn, flashy barely-pubescent mutants, crouching together on the top of the ladder, peering over the edge of the manhole with their hands gripping the sidewalk.

“I can’t believe you got me into this,” Donnie grumbled as they waited for an opening to dart across the street. The bodega there was their best bet for a hit and run—though both Raph and Splinter had forced money into their hands before they left, the former with an impatience borne from having to listen to Mikey bellyache about his gourmet popcorn stash, and the latter with a worry that wasn’t exactly unusual but was getting rarer as they aged. It was past midnight though, a fact that usually soothed Splinter’s nerves, and the streets weren’t exactly deserted, but they could cross and slip inside without anyone seeing, especially if they kept their hoods up.

“Shut up. It’s clear. Let’s go.” Leo yanked Donnie’s hood down over his eyes as he clambered out of the manhole, stealing across the street with barely a glance back. The walk signal was decidedly red, but traffic was clear for just long enough for Donnie to slump his way across, head bowed. The last three months had seen him undergo a growth spurt that left him gangly and uncomfortable in his body, and this hoodie was new enough that Donnie had only just used Raph’s seam ripper to free the jacket from the most evil of tags known to mankind. He still didn’t recognize his own shadow sometimes, but Leo had sprung up right alongside him, so at least he still had the same shoulder at the same height to lean on when things got too weird.

Not that that mattered if Leo abandoned him.

The bodega was situated on the corner, with a colorful awning and enough signs in the windows to give him a headache. They advertised everything from lottery tickets, an ATM, cigarettes, coffee, candy, cold beer and soda, to phone cards and cheap photocopying, and even had a small, coin-operated, electronic horse for small children in front. Donnie shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached and grumbled his way inside as Leo held the door open for him, gesturing for Donnie to pick it up.

“You get popcorn,” Leo ordered, splitting toward the candy section, and Donnie did as he was bid, keeping his eyes on the floor to avoid the bright lights. A radio at the counter buzzed uncomfortably against his skull, the whole place smelled vaguely of cigarette smoke and coffee, with a tinge of floral undertones from the fridge stuffed with wilting bouquets, and he counted the tiles as he walked, trying to focus to keep himself on task. He glanced up just enough to locate the popcorn, grabbed about ten bags of the most expensive stuff he could see as an apology to his snobbish little brother, and sagged back toward Leo, counting backwards to find his way back to the front.

#ask #Anonymous #anon #we're actually abt to get into a pair of disaster twins-focused chapters #which was honestly an accident but i should've expected leo to become more of a presence as we age donnie into his teen age and thru canon #ashe talks #ashe writes #fic: very thoughtful #rottmnt

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