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the-peak-tmnt · 23 days
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Hey The Neon Void readers, quick update from the author's sister!
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(art commission by @kaysdenofchaos)
Hi readers of The Neon Void fanfic. This is the author’s older sister. She’s been getting a lot of fan art and asks lately. She’s sent me screenshots of a few unanswered ones looking for advice on how to respond.
While all the love and support of TNV is genuinely appreciated, my sister @sugarpasteltmnt is not equipped to respond to a small handful of these asks/comments that are, quite frankly, inappropriate.
Sugarpastels is not a therapist, and she’s certainly not an internet stranger’s therapist.
She’s an adult with an extremely demanding and stressful job for a very large client. Some of you have already experienced and enjoyed her work IRL without knowing it. Her company is close to finishing another project that will bring a lot of joy to hundreds of thousands of people every year, but working on a project of that scale is extremely stressful.
She is writing this fanfic for fun. TNV is a way for her to decompress and put her creative energy towards something other than work.
What’s not fun is coming home to asks/comments from readers who are projecting their own struggles/mental health onto TNV, and even Sugarpastels herself, and demanding some sort of attention from her over it.
Let’s be real: it’s fun to watch our blorbos suffer! So much of fandom is just us putting our favorite characters in Situations because it’s fun. Simple as that. But I think another reason TNV has resonated so strongly with readers is because of the way Sugarpastels writes the internal struggles of these characters.
We are both aware that TNV deals with mental health topics. Since the early days of “modern” fandom, fanfiction has been a way for people to explore complicated, difficult and sometimes even taboo subjects. There’s no shortage of complex feelings being explored in TNV, which is why we’re all having so much fun reading it.
But that’s all it is; an exploration. Sugarpastels is not a mental health expert. I’ve read a handful of books on PTSD and mindfulness for research while writing my own fanfic, and I would never consider myself prepared to help someone else.
It’s okay if you relate to things from TNV. I know I do! Again, fanfic has always been a way to read about things rarely dealt with (or handled poorly) in published fiction/tv shows/movies. I will always argue one of the greatest things about fanfiction and other fanworks is being able to see ourselves and our own struggles through our favorite fictional characters.
But Sugarpastels is not a fictional character. She’s a real person. Most importantly (to me at least) she’s my little sister, and this big sister cannot handle watching some of her readers expect more of her than is appropriate.
So I’m asking you to please be mindful of what you ask/say to not just her, but literally everyone on the internet. Unless you’re chatting with someone regularly, they do not know you. Whether it’s friends, family, teachers, coaches, etc, there are people in your life who know you personally, and are therefore better equipped to help you than a stranger on the internet.
Sugarpastels is so full of empathy that it’s hard to not feel for you when you send things like this. But it just isn’t fair to put that kind of unnecessary pressure on someone who is, at the end of the day, just trying to have some fun writing about ninja turtles bein’ sad.
(That being said, PLEASE DON’T BE SCARED TO SEND HER ASKS AND FAN ART!!! They make her day every single time and are seriously so, so appreciated. She’s texting me about it constantly how much she loves all of TNV’s readers. This whole post is really directed at an extremely small percentage of her readers, but there have been enough I felt something needed to be said.)
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dumbfrenchname · 8 months
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Ok so the last episode of @somerandomdudelmao actually made me cry just because they’re doing something so simple yet something we dont think to do as sibling, spending time together but not doing the same thing together.
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thr-333 · 24 days
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Leo would look at a small anxious version of himself and be smacked in the face with pure unfiltered big brothertm instinct.
Anyway go read exactly that happening if you haven't already:
You're being Adopt(Do not Resist)
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tdillustrates · 12 days
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chapter one of Grieve to Run of the mill releases tomorrow!! I'm super excited. this is my first published fic and I really hope you guys like it
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keeryd · 4 months
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Michelangelo ruins everything he touches, just like always. This time on purpose. It doesn’t matter… They aren’t coming back.
—Chapter 8: Walls Built Up, You Shut Down. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LOVE MEANS (and it’s killing me) by Writing_In_Denial (link added)
Have I talked enough of this fic? I fucking LOVE it, and chapter 8 is so far my favorite chapter from the series, of course I had to make some art for it. Seriously, if u haven’t read it, you’re missing out.
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imagionationstation · 5 months
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Can we please normalize 2012Splinter being stern outwardly but his inward thoughts are just the fluffiest things ever instead of harping on Splinter being stern inside and out and also he’s abusive and mean and needs to be a better person because reasons??
I’ve read a few of the latest fascinations of the fandom making him 78.5% worse than he needs to be, and it’s fine and all, ya’ll do you, but there’s just something about the early 2012 fanfics where Splinter refers to his full grown, ninja/alien battling sons as “my little boys” in a mental monologue where you can just feel the fondness radiating from it that absolutely kills me.
Think about the potential here. And not just in fanfiction! I mean, something like delicately whispering, “My Donatello” when Donnie is hurting and making him feel safe because of it??
THAT KINDA BLOW IS DEVASTATING, I TELL YOU
My sons is how he vocalizes his love, but consider all the things he could say subconsciously?? I swear, the addition of possessive air like that is totally in character too, because he basically kept them to himself for fifteen years. Gosh, and the way he reacts when ANYONE harms/scares his kids?? Him saying this, especially during some kind of fight scene where he is defending them would be SO HIM.
FEELING THINGS JUST IMAGINING IT
HE IS THE DAD EVER
LET’S NORMALIZE FLUFFY SPLINTER
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achillesarrows · 3 months
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hey guys shamelessly plugging my new fanfic (disaster twins but mostly donatello centric)!! it's pretty cool, main premise being donnie stuck in a timeloop and trying to break the spell and save leo, who seems to keep dying in nearly every loop. the art is shit because i am sick as hell and drawing sounds like a real pain rn... i haven't written in a while sooo, enjoy :3
inspired by works by: @dandylovesturtles , @remedyturtles !! sorry for the tags, but your characterizations and writings have really influenced me hehe
no amount of waiting will make you brave <- AO3 link!
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angelmichelangelo · 11 months
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the dad diaries for @turrondeluxe ❤️
if anybody doesn’t know, the peepaw and babies au has TOTALLY taken over my brain like. in the best way possible so of course i just had to write a lil fic for it <3 i hope u like this, amigo! i have other little ideas floating around in my head if you’d ever want more fic version of your au :) anyway enough rambling ENJOY!! everybody go check out the au i’m fairly certain everything is archived on @peepawronin for your enjoyment :-)
His coffee, as strong as it may, didn’t deter the headache that was blossoming behind his tired, weary eyes from expanding; creeping across the front of his skull with each steady pulse of his heartbeat.
He takes another sip, steels himself to see if perhaps the magic he knows does not truly exist has worked and…
“Papa!”
There’s the sound of his youngest, voice thick with babyish chub still, carrying across the lair with determination, tallying around inside his squeezing head like a brash drum cymbal.
Before he can push himself up off his stool, it goes off again, shrill and impatient,
“Papa! Papa! I’m telling!”
That was nothing new for Michelangelo these days, that familiar old phrase, minced with saccharine dramatics, he’s blinking his eyes hard to starve off the rest of the headache that threatens him; the kind that travels down the back of his skull and towards his shell and over his spine and makes him feel about a million years old.
He heaves a sigh. He already feels a million years old these days, what with the trophies of his days gone by evident across his aging body, like his trick knee and the ache he gets in his elbow when it perhaps rains a little too hard. It’s one thing to feel it physically, but the added bonus of it being emotional as well weighs just a touch too heavy for his liking.
He comes to a stop in the pit where the sounds are louder and more pitchier, and there’s two little turtles to accompany them, faces all pinched into varying degrees of annoyance.
It’s Odyn who reaches him first, as it often is, he’s a daddy’s boy at heart, little tiny legs carrying him the small distance that separates them, he goes barrelling into the larger, older turtle, face first into his pant leg. He’s gripping the edges of the fabric with three little fingers, giving it a sharp tug when he says with a rush of air,
“Papa, Uno is being mean again!” He whines, pressing his snout into Mikey’s leg. “He keeps calling me names!”
Uno has since joined their fray now, chest heaving with each stuttered breath as if the idea of being accused of such a thing is stunting each draw of air into his lungs.
“No I didn’t!” He retorts, voice all pitchy and nasally. Michelangelo groans softly to himself. “He’s just being a baby! Like he always is!”
Such a spiteful word directed towards their youngest is enough to erupt a hurtful sob from the smaller turtle. He buries his face further into his fathers leg, his voice warbled and muffled from both the tears the the mouth full of pant he has right now, but Mikey is able to carefully decipher it of something along the lines of, (in true irony),
“See! He keeps calling me a baby!”
He pries his son’s iron grip off from his leg, forcing him to look upwards with a tap of his finger beneath his damp chin. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, framing his face almost perfectly, he looks at his child sternly.
“You know not to take it to heart, hm? Do you eat baby food and wear diapers?”
Odyn sniffles, bringing a fist up to scrub away at the snot collected beneath his snout.
“No?”
Mikey hums. “And do you chew on furniture and need papa’s help to feed yourself?”
Odyn shakes his head. “No, papa.”
Michelangelo grins softly. “Then you’re not a baby. You know that, I know that.” He looks pointedly at his other son who is unmovable under his gaze. “Uno knows that. He only says it to get a rise out of you, right?”
Odyn’s bottom lip wobbles dangerously. “Yes,” he says in a rush, “but—”
Michelangelo is swift to cut in. “But I will deal with your brother. Okay?”
Odyn doesn’t seem entirely swayed; Michelangelo thinks that maybe he wanted some sort of permission to perhaps say a bad word directed at his brother, or maybe to have it out in a short scrap and there as kind of emotional compensation that only siblings would believe to be a reliable source of insurance against name calling.
But the smaller turtle eventually heaves a heavy, wet sigh, and nods his head solemnly.
“Good. Go play with your sisters,” Michelangelo instructs him, tapping him gently against the ridge of his shell. “I think they’re coloring. Will you make me something pretty?”
That gets his spirits up, the smile beaming across his face so bright, it might as well evaporate his previous tears left behind on his cheeks.
“Okay!” He calls out with delight as he toddles off to join his other, much quieter siblings on the far side of the room. Mikey watches them as they scoot aside and make space for him, offering up a fresh slice of paper, he’s already making grabby hands for the brightest crayons they own.
“He’s always getting me into trouble.”
That’s Uno’s low, forbidding voice, all full of that way too early angst that he recognises from himself and his brothers in their adolescent years, and when Mikey turns to face him, he’s sullen.
He doesn’t wait to hear whatever wisdom his father might be able to offer, instead, his bottom lip is trembling like it’s heavy with the weight of all the words he wishes to say; all the woes and the hurt that comes with having little brothers, and suddenly, with his face drawn in such an expression and his eyes narrowed and his mouth tight, Michelangelo sees a glimpse of Raphael in this child.
“You know, I was the youngest of my brothers,” Michelangelo explains to him. He motions for him to follow as they leave the pit, letting the soft voices of the other children behind them as they walk back towards the kitchen from which he came. “I pulled the same tricks he pulls from time to time.”
Uno pauses his end of conversation to clamber on top of the barstool that wobbles slightly under his swaying weight. Michelangelo steadies it with a hand until his son is fully situated, and once he is, he’s swiveling around to face the older turtle, still sporting the same, sour expression across his younger face.
“Then why’d you let him get away with it?” He says, words barbed, like this was somehow his fault now. “It’s not fair, papa.”
And Michelangelo chuckles softly. There are the glimpses of Donatello that shine through, like bright sunshine filtering through curtains in the early morning in hues of gold – that sharp intellect that constantly comes with its millions of almost unanswerable questions.
“Because I also know what my older brothers were capable of,” he tells him gently. “They did all they could to push my buttons, to get me in trouble. They knew how to play the game without getting themselves a foul.”
Uno heaves a loaded sigh, his plastron rising and falling, his hardened glare seems to melt away a little as he allows his father’s words to soak in.
“I just hate him,” he says suddenly, words dark and low. “He’s so annoying.”
Michelangelo stiffens at that. And at his father’s physical reaction, Uno shrinks a little, aware of what he’d just said; how loaded his words were.
“You don’t hate him.” Michelangelo tells him, Uno’s gaze gingerly lifts to meet his. “You are annoyed by him, yes, but hate is such a strong word, musko-san.”
Uno’s dark eyes flicker across the room with nerves, caught out, he wrings his hands together, as if trying to rid himself of the nervous energy that this conversation was building within him.
“I’m sorry chichi,” he says in a small voice. “That was mean. I don’t hate Uno.”
Michelangelo hums. “I know.” Then, “You know how I know?”
Uno shakes his head.
“The time you taught him kanji,” he begins to list. “Or when he lost a tooth and you soothed him because he was hurt.” He watches with pride as a small smile ghosts across his child’s face. “Or whenever you read to him before bed, even when it’s the stories you have already heard before.”
Uno rubs tiredly at his eyes; all of these emotions are a lot to bear for such a small boy.
“I know you love your brother, Uno,” Michelangelo tells him, tapping a green finger beneath his chin to gather his focus. “I know because I see so much of your oji in your soul.” He smiles warmly at his son. “Each one of them,” he adds, moving his finger down from his face to rest across his plastron, right over where his heart lies. “Right here, hm?”
Uno shifts in his seat, the old, worn barstool groans under his growing weight, he pitches himself as far forward as he can go without toppling off, looking up at his father with big, round curious eyes.
“Really?” He says, voice clinging to an awed whisper.
“Really.” Mikey tells him with a stern nod. “Now go play,” he says quickly, flapping him away with a dismissive hand.
“Papa hasn’t had enough coffee this morning,” he mutters, pinching his eyes narrowly to try and avoid the impending headache that’s crawling back across his skull. “Try not to have anymore arguments until at least late afternoon, yes?”
Uno hops off his seat, almost tripping in the process, he stands tall when he tells him,
“That’s okay!” He’s smiling now. A sight Mikey is sure he’ll never truly tire of, no matter how many headaches life brings. “Maybe I can ask the others if I can draw too, and we’ll make you something nice to make you feel better, hm?”
Michelangelo reaches across the countertops for his discarded beverage from earlier. Curling his fingers around the mug, he finds with welcomed surprise that it’s still warm. “You better,” he tells him with an entirely serious tone surrounding his words, raising one brow ridge for emphasis. “I didn’t spend hours scavenging those crayons for nothing.”
And with that, Uno is padding off in the direction of where his other children are gathered; straining an ear he can hear their excitable chatter and babble as they continue to work together.
And when their eldest sibling joins in, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting animosity; Odyn shows off what he’s already made, pride and excitement swelling over whatever leftover hurt from their spat, and Michelangelo chuckles to himself as he listens to Uno’s gentle encouragement that floats through front the other room.
He brings the coffee mug to his lips, steam curls itself around his snout, and a smile touches at his face, the slightest of turns. He awards himself with another mouthful, and whilst it doesn’t do much to quell his migraine, it does feel deserved.
And later that night, when he has all four of his children growing heavy in his arms, fighting a battle against fatigue that they are bound to lose against, as it is most nights, he watches his as Uno shuffles in closer to his brother, his pudgy little arm draped across the slope of his shell, and Odyn, his jaw slack, drool dried across his chin, his soft snores only just about disturbing the silence that falls across the room, he seems to curl into his brother’s offered warmth and Michelangelo smiles softly to himself.
Here in his lap are his children – the little turtles that call him papa and rush to him to settle disputes and disagreements, and to kiss scraped knees and to devote each of their wobbly crayon drawings to him that end up covering the fridge and the kitchen walls in a decoration of color and love and he knows that even with coffee, even with the best coffee in the world, all of this is worth a thousand bad headaches. Tomorrow might bring peace and tranquility and ease, or perhaps it shall be Yi and Moja that decide to scrap and fight or maybe all four will fall out of love momentarily, as siblings often do.
Michelangelo should know, he’s been one his entire life, even if his brothers are no longer here to push his buttons or fight him or argue over petty, useless things, he knows with great ease, that despite it all, they always found their way back together, whether it was over something big or small – that was the love between brothers and family.
He presses his sleeping turtles closer to him, curling his arms around them, they melt around his warmth and he knows that much like his group of siblings, these four here, were no exception to the same rules.
He closes his eyes and basks in the moment, acutely aware in the moment of quiet, of the headache that has finally shrunk itself away.
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pagemargin · 5 months
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A little sketch trying to recreate that scene from 2012 but with my iteration
So Splinter is missing his right arm and he’s building sized like he is TALL and also you can kind of tell that Raph is pea sized
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s3wergh0ul · 2 years
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Ok, 2012 x rise crossover shenanigans
-I feel like the donnies wouldn’t get along. They would just have a mutual understanding that they are above the rest. Like they were excited at first but not anymore. They have the same relationship as Dr Rockwell and Donnie in 2012 with less bickering
- rise Raph would big brother the SHIT outta 2012 Mikey. Stick 2012 raph in there to get jealous too
- Rise Donnie appreciates 2012 Leo’s silence
- the Leo’s are both traumatized, maybe Leon asks 2012 for advice
- 2012 bros seeing Rise splinter is always good angst👌
- the mikey’s got a lot going on. 2012: your brothers sound awesome, I wish mine loved me like that. Rise: I’m sure they do, they just have a different way of showing it. 2012: hope so… (SOBBING😭😭)
- (Mikeys) showing each other their collections. Rise got his art and 2012 got a box of actual rotting pizzas he collected off of rooftops.
- everyone is blinded by rise Donnie. 😵‍💫SOO BRIGHT🤨VIBRANT PURPLE😵‍💫”BADBOY” PERSONA🤨WHO TF IS THIS😵‍💫
- Rise April would give 2012 Donnie a pep talk about other April. April: you deserve better, you’re gone. Donnie (hyped up): I deserve better, I’m gone! April: NOW GO BREAK HER KNEECA-
- God-just Rise April would just absolutely adored by all 2012 characters
- rise donnie has all this cool shit to talk and brag about to 2012 Leo, but all Leo’s got is like- idk a tea collection???😭
- WAIT RISE LEO AND 2012 MIKEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY PULL A BUNCH OF PRANKS ON EVERYONE!!
Thats all for now :) if y’all wanna make a fic or draw smth based on this 👉👈 I’d love to see
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valkriii · 1 year
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𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜
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headcannon
warnings // anxiety
❝ How the guys would react to the reader getting overwhelmed and hiding themselves away ❞
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The day felt dreadfully long, being worked to the bone and damn near verbally abused by customers all day for 8 hours straight. To top it all off you still had a little party to go to at the lair with the guys, yet it was the only thing to look forward to, to get you through your hell of a shift. When the guys offered of course you agreed, you couldn’t tell them no and especially your boyfriend, despite the day you had you assumed the party would lift some of the weight from your shoulders. Oh how you were wrong, not realizing exactly how drained your social battery and mental had been. While trying to still show face and be social with everyone else you felt the tightness in your chest begin, leg tapping impatiently as your eyes darted around. You couldn’t focus and it began to frustrate you as you gave a shaky breath, the setting becoming more overwhelming by the second with the music, laughing and high energy in the room amongst the guys along with April and Casey.
“I-I’m going to go to the room for a bit… I’ll be back”, you excused yourself before rushing off almost immediately.
Leonardo
You’d be insane to think Leo hadn’t noticed your unease, he was a ninja for Christ sake—
Even despite your fake laughs and smiles to play along with the others Leo saw through all of it, hence why he kept you close to him most of the time
Whenever you excused yourself to his room and basically ran off ALL alarms went off in his head
Excused himself not long after to go check on you after watching your antsy behavior become more and more obvious through the night
Wanted to make sure you were okay. NEEDED to make sure you were okay
Once he stepped into his room he saw you sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over with your hands covering your face as you took shaky breaths and soft whimpers escaped.
He quickly shut the door behind him and rushed over to you, internally panicking—
What was wrong??? What happened?? Did he do something? His brothers?
“Hey hey… you okay?.. what’s wrong?…”, Leo spoke so softly thinking if he spoke any louder you’d shatter
Yes, your little cries and whimpers were breaking the leaders heart
When you explain that your day was really hard and everything felt like to much and it overwhelmed you Leo couldn’t help but frown
Sits besides you before pulling you into his lap and coddling you, gently rubbing your back and letting you gather yourself
“I’m sorry… you didn’t have to come if you weren’t up to it Hana.. it would’ve been okay. You come first, you always come first..”, Leo’s words coaxed you out from your anxiety filled meltdown as you leaned your body entirely into him.
Silences you with peppered kisses to your lips immediately when you try to apologize, “you wanna take a warm shower and relax a bit?”, he always knew how to make you feel better
Raphael
Raph noticed you acting a bit off but assumed it was due to you just getting off of work
Of course he asked how your day went and you gave him a plastered smile with ‘great’
Didn’t want to push or pester you so just kept an eye out
Whenever you excused yourself and scurried away Raph gave a questionable look to the others before setting his drink aside, “I’ll be back”
Raph stepped into his room to see you balled up in the blanket he knitted you so you had one when you stayed over
Your breathing was all to fast with soft cries and sniffles escaping you
WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO HURT YOU— Raph was ready
“Baby doll what happened?”, Raph’s voice was laced with worry as he rested a hand on your side where you laid bundled up, he could feel you trembling
Oh his heart broke for his baby
After you explained how your day ACTUALLY went and how the party just overwhelmed you he felt SO BAD—
Raph simply climbed into the bed with you and opened his arms into which you climbed into instantly, accepting the bear hug your massive boyfriend gave you
Raph always gave THE BEST hugs and they were your favorite things, bringing you back to your senses instantly
Your boyfriend let you ride out your episode of anxiety in his arms, cooing gentle words to calm you while his hand gently rubbed your back
“Dont EVER do anything if ya ain’t feeling good okay?… I’ll always be here to take care of ya”, Raph being soft and comforting to you always made you melt
Cups your cute face in his hands and peppers kisses against your lips before wiping away your tears, “grab one of my shirts and get comfy… we’re snugglin’”
Donnie
Donnie knew when your mood was off
Considering Donnie knew you like the back of his hand with how much he studied you (not in a weird way) and paid attention to you over the year you’ve been dating, he caught on to when you weren’t feeling good instantly
Checked on you here and there in which you would try to give him a nod and stiff smile, he wasn’t buying it
Donnie didn’t even give you the chance to run off, escorting you out himself as he guided you to the lab
All the signs were there and you were going to spill—
Once you two were in privacy Donnie looked down at you and cupped your cheeks, hazel hues locked with your own filled with the utmost concern
“Are you okay?”, Donnie’s voice was so sincere and concerned
Cue the water works—
You start crying almost instantly, babbling out what was wrong between cries as Donnie silently nodded and wrapped his arms around you.
Donnie simply held you and rocked you gently as you let it out, “you’re okay.. todays over. You can relax now..”
Donnie was such a sweet pea when it came to taking care of you
When you began to relax, Donnie brushed your hair out of your face and looked down at you as he wiped away any stray tears from your cheeks
“Do you wanna go to the room and watch a movie?.. we can eat movie snacks..”, Donnie always knew how to put a smile on your face
Mikey
Considering Mikey was the one who organized the party tonight he was all to happy to have you there as well
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, everyone laughing and joking, enjoying their time but he couldn’t help but notice you not really joining in on any of it
Was the party bad? We’re you not enjoying yourself? Everyone enjoyed themselves at his party! Especially his girlfriend!
After you excused yourself and disappeared, Mikey couldn’t help but frown at your absence
Mikey didn’t want to be a bad host and leave his guests but his girl came first!
After announcing he’d be back he strolled to his room, “hey! Why’d you disaaa…”
Mikey’s words drifted off when he saw you hugging yourself and shaking a bit with soft whimpers
Similar to Leo, his own mind was going haywire with panic about what could’ve happened to cause this, did he do something?
Mikey walked up to you and automatically wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you close
“Hey angelcakes… did something happen out there?”, Mikey usually had an aloof upbeat demeanor but it faltered when he saw his girlfriend in distress
You tried to brush it off for Mikey but obviously there wasn’t any hiding it anymore—
Mikey don’t take excUSES
Makes you spill what’s actually wrong
Mikey is pretty knowledgeable about anxiety considering he actually tends to get it at times himself
“We can always stay in here if you want”, stays with you the entire time till you’re calm, the guests can entertain themselves
//just something to throw out there to get my mind off the fact life is kicking my ass right now. If Mikey seems off it’s cause I 100% don’t know how to write for him properly
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the-peak-tmnt · 20 days
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Little preview for Reciprocity Chapter 15, coming next week. Hope you guys are ready 🙃
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lavena · 8 months
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Okay, I can't stop thinking about this. But in the 2007 tmnt some people headcannon Don and Mike being Twins and I SEE IT Or at the very least they are much closer with eachother than the other two. Look at this small scene.
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Don and Mikey are in the back group, but when you look at them you can see they don't do anything without first checking in with the other.
Raph leaps off and immediately Mike wants to follow as you see him rock forward a little, but he immediately checks in with Donnie. Without saying a word the two of them check in with eachother and make sure the other is comfortable following Raph into that danger. They don't follow after Raph without thinking and they don't bother to check with Leo either. But before either of them makes a single move they make sure the other is alright with it. That just mean so much to me. Ita like Leo was gone, Raph was isolating himself and these two just made a pact to check in with eachother, they wouldn't do anything without first making sure the other is alright with it.
In that little scene you can even see don smile slightly and gesture down to Raph to make sure Mikey actually wants to go and wasn't just following their big brother. Mike nods and only then does Don jump down to follow Raph.
Just mwah. I love this movie so much and the appreciation for these two in it is lacking severely. I need to find more fics istg
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thr-333 · 1 month
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I wrote a new fic! Mutant Mayhem crossover with 2012 turtles things have started out swimmingly:)
You’re being adopted(Do not resist)
(yes title is inspired by that one meme)
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tdillustrates · 12 days
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First chapter of GTROTM tmr!! Don absolutely hates Usagi but he'll come around.. eventually /shrug
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alphaformation · 6 months
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could I request rise donnie x masc reader? maybe like comfort headcanons of like first date headcanons? either one is cool, also I hope ur having a nice day!
(also can I be ⭐️ anon?)
certainly!! you've got first dibs my friend ;) May do those comfort headcanons at some point in the future, but for now i hope you enjoy these!!
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ROTTMNT; Donatello / Male!Reader Content Warnings: N/A
Summary; Your first date with the turtle clad in purple.
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If for even a moment you assumed Donatello's perfectionism was limited solely to his inventions, you would be mistaken.
Regardless of who did the asking, Donnie would insist he handles the planning.
That isn't to say he wouldn't take any ideas you had into consideration! naturally he wants this to be a date you enjoy. But the details are his to flesh out.
"I feel like dinner is a little too formal.." "Ahh, yes of course. Very logical conclusion, I wholly agree. Would you excuse me for a second?"
"MICHAEL CANCEL THOSE RESERVATIONS!!"
You settle on a pretty casual outing, kicking things off at a Hidden City cafe to order your favorite beverages.
If you dress up nicely, Donnie's heart would soar. He is absolutely weak for a man with style.
Being the showoff he is, Donnie would be at your arm for the entire public section of this outing. He is holding open doors, hovering you above puddles, and making sure to refer to you as his date every chance he gets.
His demeanor would change a little though when you leave the city, leading into the second part of your date. Since you had asked for something casual, he leads you right back to the lair, where a movie night spread has been prepared.
His confidence sputters out a bit once the two of you are within the privacy of his home, and he seems a bit more fidgety and nervous. He'll repeatedly ask you if you're having a good time-- Is your spot comfy enough? Are you enjoying the movie, did he get the right snacks??
Assure him that you're having a great time, tell him how well he did planning things- It'll make him melt to know you appreciate his efforts.
By the time the film ends, his hand has snuck into yours. He'll try to be very formal when it comes to ending the date, stiff as a board as he's seeing you out of the lair.
"I hope this night has been a.. Satisfactory first chapter in our relationship. Would you like me to escort you home?"
kiss!!!! him!!!!!
"I'd love that, Don."
He's a mess the whole way there, hand still glued to yours until the moment you have to part ways.
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