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brightlotusmoon · 2 years
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Mikey, a sheltered isolated ADHD Autistic with hyperempathy and rejection sensitivity, worried he was being inappropriate or had bad timing:
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Yoshi, formerly a rat, recently deceased parent of many, totally getting the joke:
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Based on an actual social event that happened to me in real life yesterday.
@remmushound
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javajuicedraws · 1 year
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Headbutts >>> hugs
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Friendly reminder of the day:
You are ALLOWED to stim freely! 💜
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I'm currently de-compressing after a mission in my lab, which means spinning in my chair, watching Jupiter Jim & listen to my favourite song on repeat.
Your needs are VALID.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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dykelizard · 2 years
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dumping all my donnie headcanons bc i cant stop thinking about him!!
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-he bites. HARD. soft-shell turtle bites are SO BAD his mouth is the second most dangerous next to raph. if u put your hand too close he WILL bite you and you WILL lose a finger.
-his vision is so bad that he’s pretty much legally blind. most of the time he wears contacts, especially when they’re on the surface fighting, but when he’s at home and comfy he wears these big thick ugly glasses that are all taped together and shit that he’s too attached to get rid of at this point.
-for when he’s working in his lab he has a HUGE pair of prescription goggles that leo always makes fun of him for (and subsequently gets slapped over)
-he gets SUPER cuddly when he’s overtired or overcaffeinated. in addition, whenever he FINALLY goes to sleep, he kicks like crazy. he’s the most restless sleeper in the family for sure. (raph snores, leo sleeps like the dead whenever he actually sleeps, and mikey sleep-walks/talks)
-he’s in the back issues club with splinter because of his extra-sensitive soft shell. he has chronic pain, and sometimes he can’t wear his battle shell for more than a few hours because it irritates both his past injuries and his shell itself, and he gets sore really easily. sometimes when the pain gets really bad, raph will give him shell massages to help.
-he’s the best swimmer out of the mad dogs. he’s CRAZY fast, and he likes to grab his brothers’ legs while underwater (menace)
-when he was younger, before he developed his battle shell prototype, he was way more prone to getting injured and hurting his soft shell. because of it, his brothers would always end up going out of their way to protect him. it always made him feel like he was nothing more than a burden to his brothers, and useless to the team.
-he thought that he was just dragging them down because he was such a liability in battle, which is a big part of the reason why he ended up building the battle shell.
-he would always end up covering his shell with bandaids, and leo would always give him the purple ones to make him feel better. (mikey also would sneak stickers on when he wasn’t looking)
-he takes better care of his machines than himself most of the time. shelldon is always properly oiled and charged, and all his inventions are in pristine condition.
-his favorite stims are rocking, hopping, flapping, cracking his knuckles (he just like me fr), fiddling with things, and doing little dances!!!!
-he would fucking love 100 gecs.
-sometimes if he goes long enough without sleep he’ll just . fall over and pass out no matter what he’s doing. in mid-battle, while experimenting in the lab, while eating pizza, you name it. mans going DOWN. the other turtles have a protocol ready for it in every situation possible.
-he does 15 hour twitch streams that are literally just a live feed of himself inventing building and exploding various new things in the lab. he got 50 viewers once and he refused to shut up about it for a week straight.
-he HATES vegetables. soft shell turtles are primarily carnivores, and he has sensory issues with food texture especially, so he’s SUPER picky.
-however, that being said, he can and will eat bugs.
-his favorite type of pizza is anchovy and olive.
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miicycle · 2 years
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you cant convince me that donnie hasnt bitten leo when hes gone too far and wrestled him to a corner he has most definitely bitten leo when cornered but he doesnt do it so hard, just enough to make leo go “SHDFJSDG?????” and enough to only warrant an apology and no leo does not learn from this and keeps repeatedly getting bit
also donnie definitely has a bunch of fidget toys he can bite
you can try to pry this from my cold dead hands and i will parry you
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clouds-regression · 1 year
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rise headcanon!
in the future, just after the krang invasion, donnie was able to get an autism diagnosis.
casey wasnt born at this time, he thought donnie just...always knew.
sooo when he goes back and meets present (past?) donnie, he brings it up pretty casually.
"dont eggs trigger your autism?"
and donnies just like "...what."
so thats how donnie finds out hes autistic. from future boy.
casey also accidentally broke the news to mikey about his adhd, and leo about his homosexuality.
"Did you take your medication, Michelangelo?"
"'Course I did, dude, why?"
"You're...really hyperactive, like how you get when you don't take your dexamfetamine."
"My...what? Dude, Leo and Donnie have me on morphine."
"Your...ADHD meds...I did it again."
"I saw the most attractive man today! Not in like, a gay way, not being homophobic or anything, but like, he just looked gorgeous!"
"Thats what you said when I was younger."
"Was I right?"
"He became my step-dad."
"Your...what?"
"Oh my God can you guys just tell me what you know about yourselves so I can stop doing this?!"
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fyeah-tmnt · 9 months
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Everytime I speak about rottmnt, I also speak about Donnie's autism
Everytime I speak about autism in medias, I also speak about rottmnt
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dysfunctional-doodle · 5 months
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Random headcannon, Rise Donnie’s flavorless juice is just 20% apple juice 80% water and he perfected the recipe and incorporated a dispenser into the fridge because you’ve gotta have that safe food readily available
Definitely, this is his safe food and it has more security measures than most of the lair so nothing bad ever happens to it
(There are lasers. Lots of lasers)
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"Dinner Time"
Me: *very proud of his cooking* "Ta-Da!!!!! This is pasta with spinach & salmon!"
Raph: *happily starts eating* "Oh, this is so yum!!!!!!"
Leon: *suspiciously inspecting the food with a fork in front of him* "Mhmmm..."
Donnie: *looks at Leon*
Leon: *starts eating* "Oh, geez, that's delicioso~"
Me: *beams happily*
Donnie: *looks at the plate of spaghetti in front of him & slowly raises his fork with a piece of salmon & puts it in his mouth*
Donnie: *swallows & looks at me*
Donnie: "I cannot eat that, it makes me gag."
Me: *swaps out his plate with a rice cake with peanut butter*
Donnie: *with tears in his eyes* "Thank you."
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riseconfessions · 9 months
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"As much as we praise Donnie for the autism rep… can we show Raph some love? he definitely has the 'tism swag."
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brightlotusmoon · 10 months
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Here we go, getting Baron Draxum stoned on edibles.
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Draxum On Cannabis:
"See?” Draxum looked up at the older turtles. “Told you I could help.”
Donnie sighed. “We didn’t doubt that.”
Mikey flopped his head against the back of the couch. “It’s a lot like when the edibles kick in, but like, deeper, you know? It doesn’t hurt, I can shove it aside."
Donnie was taking notes. Raph crouched in front of Mikey. “So,” he huffed and pulled out a tin of gummies.  “Wanna compare?”
Mikey grinned, suddenly full of spark. “Oooh.”
“…can I try one?” Draxum asked very softly.
They all looked at him with wide eyes.
“Awwwww!” Mikey squeaked.
“Yeah, man!” Raph laughed. “Go for it. It’s blueberry flavor.” Raph held the tin out for everyone. They each took a dark blue square, then looked at Draxum.
Draxum cleared his throat, glancing around as if he was trying to make sure no one else was watching— especially not young Leonardo— before accepting one of them and a getting to look it over with scrutiny, seeming to be judging the proportions and angles as if he were a mathematician teacher studying his students' geometry work.
Raph leaned forward with a very amused smirk. “It’s drugs, dude, you eat it.”
Donnie smacked his shoulder with the back of his hand. “Let him science, bro. Medical psychoactives is an important field of study.”
Draxum frowned. “I need to make sure this isn’t some long-lived elaborate execution scheme.” He snorted impatiently at Raph,  giving his hoof a stubborn clop. “And trying to remember what blueberry tastes like.”
“Elab- you- what?” Raph shook his head. “You seriously think we’re gonna kill you?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You don’t like me.”
“No, but I don’t want you dead!” Raph was genuinely shocked. “You’re a helpful weirdo.”
Mikey inclined his head. “Yeah, what he said. You weirdo.”
“YOU'RE MORE WEIRD THAN I, TURTLE BOY! With your… weirdness and… and turtle-boy-ness!”
“We are weird,” Donnie said proudly. 
“Weirdos Are Us!” Mikey giggled, hands in the air.
Draxum huffed. “Well I’M not weird!” He crossed his arms.
Leo fixed him with a stern gaze. “Not the way we are.” And he flashed a Chesire Cat type grin.
“Why are you doing that?” Draxum whined.
“Because it’s fun.” Leo kept it up.
“Stop it.” Draxum bleated like a baby goat. “It’s scary.”
Raph threw his head back and laughed richly, booming. Leo, still grinning, shook his head. “You’re all right, Draxum. You love our baby brother and we know you want what’s best.”
“Yes. Most of the time at least.” Draxum finally ate the edible He has been holding, not chewing, just swallowing.
“It generally takes humans an hour or so to feel the effects,” Donnie said mildly. “For our bodies, it’s half that.”
“What is it for Yokai?” asked Draxum. 
All four turtles looked at Draxum expectantly.
“You tell us,” Leo said with a shrug.
"…..okay." Draxum said simply with a hum, “I’ve heard from others that aren’t personal experience in any way that it usually takes about ten minutes with the mystic medicinals, so we’ll see.”
Mikey was suddenly perched stiffly on the arm of the couch, face very near Draxum’s. “Might wanna sit down.”
“Why?”
Mikey’s mouth curved up at the edges. “First time effects can be different for everybody. Also, you’re a goat.”
“……Ah.”
Draxum didn’t have time to sit down, just stiffening and falling over like a fainting goat with a final bleat.
Mikey watched it happen. “Called it.”
Leo and Raph had nimbly caught the Yokai and settled him on the floor.
Draxum stayed stiff for a few seconds before reclaiming control of his limbs. “You saw nothing.”
“Saw what?” Donnie asked mildly.
“Exactly.” He snorted; he was already visibly relaxed.
Leo and Raph stayed where they were. 
“Want to sit on the couch or on a bean bag?” Raph offered. 
“You’ll probably start feeling dopey.”
“I’m fine!” He almost tipped over again.
“This is awesome,” Mikey said.
“Wait another ten minutes for it to be hilarious,” Donnie smiled.
After only five minutes, Baron was sat down bleating softly and looking at his fingers with amazed eyes.
“Awwwww, you guys, look at him,” Mikey cooed.
“That’s what Dad did the first time,” Leo noted.
“…. Why do I have so many fingers…” the Yokai pondered as he examined each one. “Five seems like too many….”
Mikey burst into another fit of giggles. “And three isn’t enough.”
Donnie had slumped a little on the couch, his torso pressed into the cushion. “Actual turtles have five…” And he sounded pouty.
“…why don’t you have five?” Draxum asked. 
“Mutagen is weird,” Leo said. All tension had gone out of his voice. He was sitting in a perfect lotus pose. “It’s unknown.”
Drwxum's brow furrowed. “…but your dad has five….”
Leo gave him a long, languid look. “Weird and unknown,” he repeated very slowly.
“….sooooo weird….”
“Yeahhh…. Weirdddddd…” the faun started laughing.
Mikey scooted closer. “Soooo?”
“……yeahhhhhhhh.” Draxum laughed, tumbling onto his back.
“Yeeeaahh?” Mikey knelt by him. “Feeling pretty good, huh?”
“….yeahhh…” Draxum had a massive loose smile, and he was kneading the air like a cat.
Mikey made a long trill and stretched out next to the tall faun. He rested his hands on his plastron. “Glad you like it, Draxy.”
“Meeee likeeee… the colors.” He started laughing.
“Okay, I love this guy,” Raph chuckled.
“I love you toooo.”
They all burst into loud, chittering laughter complete with hoots and clucks, probably waking someone up, not really caring.
“Whaaattt laughing?” Draxum pouted. 
Leo patted his shoulder. “You’re funny.”
“Thanks.” He smiled a goofy smile.
Donnie had begun doing yoga poses on his own, Raph had scooted closer to Mikey and begun massaging his right leg, and Leo was calmly observing, while facing the doorway.
Draxum pointed at Donnie. “What’s the stretchy turtle doing?”
“Yoga,” Donnie said.
"Yoga?"
“YOGA,” Mikey intoned, as deeply as he could.
“It’s just stretching and breathing,” Donnie said, in a Warrior pose.
Donnie repeated the moves. Mikey chanted, “go go!” very softly.
Draxum stood up on wobbly legs and tried to copy.
Mikey coughed to smother a snort.
Raph whispered, “He bends like a tree."
Leo just smiled docilely.
Donnie stopped, calculating. “You’ve never done this sort of thing?”
“Er. Not particularly, no,” Draxum mumbled. 
Donnie set his chin on his fist and hummed. He began to circle Draxum, looking him up and down
Draxum started humming the Jaws theme.
Mikey lost it and yelled out his laughter. “I did that once!”
Draxum sighed. “Young Michelangelo cursed me with modern media references…”
“Yeah, that’ll happen,” Raph said. He helped Mikey to his feet and began helping him through a standard tai chi form.
“I know THAT though.” Draxum declared as he noticed the form.
“That might be easier,” Donnie said. “Yoga has gotten painful for Mikey, but qigong forms are very gentle and less strenuous on traumatized connective tissue.”
“Mmmmm nice.” Draxum smiled. “Good for him.”
“That’s what I say when Donnie says words,” Raph nodded. Donnie continued on his own.
Mikey’s right ankle turned hard and he hissed.
Draxum frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Looks painful.”
“It is,” Mikey said. “But it’s fine.”
“It’s not.”
Raph mouthed “thank you” at Draxum. 
Mikey just shrugged. “You get used to it.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s fine.” Draxum snorted. “I’m sure Yoshi got used to his torment too, after a time.”
Mikey stiffened and stared at the faun. “….oh.”
Raph began rubbing his biceps. “He’s right, you know.”
“Of course I’m right! I am the very model of a warring warrior scientist!” The second part was almost sung.
Mikey’s look of shock morphed to one of delight. “I LOVE parody songs.”
“Thanks! I sang it about destroying the turtles!”
Delight became confusion and disgust. Mikey blinked.
Raph smirked. “Yeah, there’s the villain tendencies.”
“But you’re better than that,” Leo spoke up, looking directly at Draxum.
“I am now, wasn’t then.” He started to hum the song again. “We want those little tuuuuurrrrtles to crush them with our iron fists from Brooklyn to the Bowery Hill and grind them into nothingnessss…” he seemed happy singing, and then got suddenly sad.
“You okay?” Leo asked.
“….I’m sad now.” He pouted, shrinking and crossing his arms.
The others stopped moving and stood around him, Mikey taking his hand and patting it. “That happens. The drug makes you dig up deep thoughts while it relaxes you and all.”
Draxum pressed his face into Mikey. “Mmph.” 
The faun seemed to be crying.
“Oh, okay, we’re sitting.” Mikey rubbed his back, leading him to the couch.
Draxum softly bleated. “Whyyyyyyyy…”
"Why are we sitting or why in general?" Mikey asked.
“Eruhhhhhh…. First’n.”
“We’re sitting on the couch because it is comfy and you are sad,” Mikey told him.
“Mm. Comfy couch.” Draxum melted into the cushion.
On his other side, Leo stared at his head. “Can I touch your ear?”
“…why?”
“Because it looks soft and fuzzy."
“….okay.”
Leo very carefully, very gently stroked Draxum’s ear with a fingertip. “That’s all.”
The ear flicked into the touch, and Draxum gave a soft snort.
“Told you he’s fuzzy,” Mikey grinned.
“Fluffy,” Draxum said. Not fuzzy.”
“Fluffy,” Leo nodded.
“Yes. Very.” He started petting his ears.
Leo tilted his head. “Ears are weird.”
“Heyyyyy.” Draxum pouted.
“Yeah,” Mikey chirped, tapping his own ear slit.
“My ears are beautiful!”
“Yours are,” Raph said, pointing.
“Mmmmya. And puppy ears. Puppy ears are cute.”
“Puppy ears are an excellent tactile source of oxytocin,” Donnie supplied, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
“Mmmm words….” Draxum closed his eyes. “Gargoyles are like puppies. That’s funny.”
“Explain,” Donnie said.
“They’re good to pet. And they like protecting their owners, and they eat from the garbage, and Sleep in little beds by the fireplace…”
“Awwwww,” they all chorused.
Mikey reached over to squeeze Draxum’s hand. “Where are they?”
“….yeah….”  Draxum said very softly.
“I don’t know. I miss them.”
The four turtles hung their heads in solidarity. 
Donnie suddenly sprung up and took off. Moments later he was back, and dumped Klunk onto Draxum’s lap. He returned to his place on the couch exactly.
“….kitten.” Draxum said simply, staring at the kitten.
“Kitten,” Mikey agreed.
“Kitten!” Raph grinned.
“Why kitten?” Draxum wondered. 
Donnie leaned sideways, until his head was on Mikey’s shoulder. “You said you miss your gargoyles, who you said are like puppies. We don’t have a puppy but we have a kitten.”
“…..they’re not the same though. Fluffy.” He pet Klunk’s ear.
“No they are not,” Donnie confirmed. 
Mikey began to stroke Klunk's head.
“….he is vibrating.” Draxum commented when Klunk started purring.
“He’s purring,” Leo explained.
“Wwwwwhy?”
“No one really knows,” Donnie said. “The prevailing theory involves multiple vocal cords.”
“….it’s nice.” Draxum very very carefully pet Klunk along his back.
As Klunk’s purring grew stronger, Leo began scritching the kitten's chin. “It’s healing.”
“I sense no mystic properties in this purr.”
“Vibration,” Donnie said. “It’s physics.”
“Vibration is healing?”
“Yes,” and Donnie's eyes lit up brightly. "As much as it is destructive."
“Hmmm…” Draxum considered, and he picked up Klunk by his scruff. “Acceptable.“
Klunk mewled his upset and wriggled.
Leo helpfully put his large hand under the kitten.
Donnie abruptly pulled out his tablet. “Let me introduce you to Bill Nye The Science Guy.”
“Who is this Nye of the science?” Draxum demanded. 
The tablet was placed in his lap, Donnie eagerly tapping play on the first episode.
Raph softly chanted, “Bill! Bill! Bill!”
“....so I take it his name is Bill.”
Mikey and Donnie were now piled next to him. “His name is Bill,” Mikey giggled.
“Mm. And no personal space, lovely. If I had horns I’d headbutt all of you.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Mikey said.
“Yes I would. Just like this. Nya.” He bunted Mikey gently with his head.
Donnie lifted his head from Mikey’s shoulder and snorted in amusement. “That’s a cat.”
"I am no such thing! I am a faun! I think."
“You mean like the Greek myths?” Leo asked.
“Yes, I suppose.” Draxum hummed. “It’s the closest to what I am, I think. I’m not entirely sure WHAT exactly I am, though. I know there’s no others that look like me. None that remain, anyway.”
There was silence from the turtles. Raph cleared his throat. “Yeah, that sucks.“
Draxum shrugged. “It is what it is," he said, “I learned to live with it in isolation. Until my goyles, of course. And then Big Mama, and Hamato Yoshi.”
“Relationship and connection is important,” Leo said.
“Mm. Wasn’t so much for me growing up. Didn’t bother with companionship until I was grown.”
“And look how you turned out,” Raph snarked. Donnie snorted.
“Perfect?”
Mikey grinned. “Sure, what the hell.”
“Exactly! See, the orange one agrees!”
Mikey patted his shoulder. “Sarcasm, dude.”
“I’ll just ignore that, then.”
"We'll help you figure it out. Sarcasm is a fine art." Mikey grinned.
“Then I MUST LEARN IT!” Draxum intoned. 
Mikey decided to cuddle up to him. “Well, then, hit play on the next episode.”
Draxum hit the screen.
“…no, not like that.” Mikey went deadpan.
Leo burst into wild laughter, doubling over.
Sighing, Mikey showed Draxum how to “LIGHTLY TAP” the screen. He held up his finger and repeated softly, “lightly.”
Draxum tapped, completely missing the right button and accidentally closing out the tab.
“I broke it.”
“No, dude, you just closed the tab, we can bring it back up. Here.” Mikey was patient as he demonstrated.
“MAGIC MAN BROUGHT BACK THE SCIENCE BILL!”
“Wh- I’m not magic,” Mikey said, genuinely puzzled. That set Raph off laughing. Donnie, utterly reclined with his long legs out, snorted a few times. Leo was just watching, head propped in his hand.
“Well, ‘mystic’ if you’re asking for the correct terminology,” said Draxum. 
“But I…” Mikey thought about this. “Yeah, okay. Guess there’s not much difference between that and psionic powers like in comic books.”
“The only difference is in the words.” Draxum nodded.
Donnie grinned. “I told you so. Clarke’s Third Law strikes again.” Mikey stuck his tongue out at him.
“Who is Clark? How many laws had he made?”
Donnie took a deep breath. Mikey held up a hand. He minimized the Nye video, pulled up a search page, and typed in Clarke’s Third Law.
Draxum grinned. “Ah, the strange technology will report all to me!”
“You know who Draxy sounds like?” Raph asked.
“Orson Welles?” Donnie asked. “Jules Verne? Nostradamus?”
Raph paused. “Actually, yeah. Like a science fiction writer from the 19th century.”
“I’ve met a couple of those.” Draxum commented absently.
“You did not, shut up!” Mikey gasped. “Really?”
“Well, yes, many Yokai are very long lived…”
“It would make sense,” Donnie said. “Imagine actually existing alongside Clarke himself, or Isaac Asimov. Or hell, Ray Bradbury.”
“Lost in the geek sauce,” Raph grinned.
“Oh, hush, I saw you reading Joseph Campbell,” Donnie smirked.
Raph sniffed. “I like talking about mythology and archetypes. I am a cultured brute squad.”
“You are indeed a brute squad unto yourself.”
“Well, most of the ones you know would be human.” Draxum said. 
“A few were Yokai, living out their days in their shifted form, and others were famous to Yokai but probably unknown to you.”
Raph’s eyes suddenly bulged. “Nawww, don’t tell me, Lovecraft?”
“Yes. And Shakespeare, Edgar Allen…” he started listing off.
“What!” Leo gasped.
“Aww, no way,” Mikey giggled.
“Is it so astonishing?”
“Well, no,” Mikey said. “Not when you think about it. But humans love conspiracy theories.”
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crayonnthief · 1 year
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I fully believe that Donnie would have not liked pizza grease and would have ate pizza with a knife and fork.
[this pisses off Leo immensely]
[random post to keep you guys entertained while I work. It may take a while so stay tuned!]
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lvvcian · 10 months
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Hope you have a nice day/night 👋 Can I order a rottmnt headcanon where leo and donnie have a female partner who has multicolored eyes like douma's :D
Te saludo desde México🇲🇽👋
☆ First reuqest, screaming crying and kicking my feet c: I apologize for changing readers gender, I don't write female readers but I liked idea so much I had to write it!
☆no tw! here (good old fluff headcanons); gn!reader
𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞! 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 & 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬!
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I really like the thought of Leo having a thing for colorfull and shiny things. He hoards them somewhere in his room, like some box or on the shelf and shows them off to anyone he meets!
So when he meets you, someone with beautiful and colorul eyes Leo can't help but take interest in them. I mean cmon, it's not common for someone who has such awesome eyes to come into his lie!
I can see him having your eye colors as a wallpaper totally not a tik tok trend or just have a theme in those shades !
He stares so so much into them! He can't help it, just can't. He can be training, hanging out with the brothers or doing something important : he will stare or take a look at your eyes. Just for a second... or two. Or maybe a few minutes
At random times, while he's being on a rooftop, and sees something that would match your eyes his mind goes "Oh this color would make their eyes even brigther." and thoughts like that.
Loves when when your eyes bright up when you see something you like : like a cat or a dog walking by you or when you tell him about this new superhero movie you saw earlier this day
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Donnie is something else. Instead of complimanting you and telling how pretty your eyes are he just says "Stop it. Stop staring at me with those beautiful, majestic, breathtaking big eyes. It's distracting me."
Secretly adores when you look at him. Do it, don't mind his stupid comments, stare at him with those eyes of yours (maybe you'll get him to go to sleep, this dude needs it)
I can picture him looking at you but the moment you notice it he's denying everything. "Yeah yeah 'cause you didn't stare at them for 10 minutes like you were hypnotised or something" - his brothers were teasing him about it all the time (specialy his twin, he is THE WORST)
Him getting distracted when he's working with how bright and shiny your eyes get when you're staring at his monitors. All the codes, projects and plans mirroring in your eyes... dream come true.
Says something like "Your eyes have some weird... colour... unnatural even. I shall do some tests to see why you have such eyes... No other reason, really"
Holds your face. definitely, 100% sure
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☆ Sorry if it's too short, first time writing for these characters ":). I hoped you enjoyed it though! I did enjoy writing it for sure!
☆ Hope you have a good day/night <33
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I’m sorry. I had to for the silliness
My so called "bitch" is called
✨Science ✨
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alcorian · 2 years
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