dapperraptor79
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dapperraptor79 · 4 months ago
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I did some expression practice with Donnie screenshots from the show!
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I've haven't done expressions for awhile so this was really fun to do!
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dapperraptor79 · 4 months ago
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My first original drawing of Donnie! I've been drawing for awhile, but I've never really made anything original before, but I think I did a pretty good job!
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dapperraptor79 · 4 months ago
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“Am I A Mutant?” A Rise! Donatello x Mutant! Reader Fanfic
Chapter 1: How Did This Happen?
This is the first chapter of my first-ever fanfiction! It's meant to be very fluffy with slight angst here and there as our dear reader gets used to her new form.
Some warnings/heads up before you start reading:
The reader is described as female and uses she/her pronouns
All characters are in their 20s, with the reader around the 22 to 23 range and Donatello being the same (which makes Mikey the youngest character in this fic at around 21 to 22).
I do use (Y/N) as a way to "name" the reader
Let me know if there should be any more warnings/heads-ups that I should add, and they shall be corrected!
TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of painful mutation
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Looking out from my balcony onto the New York City sky, I take a breath and reminisce. My life is kind of different compared to others. Not like, I have a crazy amount of money different, I only work as a dishwasher for a college kitchen. No, different as in I am friends with four anthropomorphic turtles that know ninjutsu and have these crazy ninpo powers that they got from their grandmother. The even crazier thing is that I’m dating one of them. 
Yeah, that’s right, I tried human men and they didn’t suit me, so now I date mutants. 
But, in all actuality, it’s kind of true. The turtle that I’m dating is named Donatello, Donnie for short, and he’s been the best guy I’ve ever dated. We met when we were 16 when he came into my friend April O’Neil’s apartment while I was there hanging out with her. He apparently came over to return something she forgot at their lair when she was there last and arrived unannounced. After that, I was taken down to their home (in the sewers by the way) and I met the other three brothers, Raphael (Raph), Leonardo (Leo, although he prefers Neon Leon, but not a chance buddy), and Michelangelo (Mikey) as well as their dad Splinter (who is also apparently Lou Jitsu). 
I know, you wanna know when I started dating Donnie, I get it, but you gotta let me tell you how I met the whole Mad Dog crew first at least and I pride you for your patience. But, anyway, Donnie asked me out at about 18 years old when we were hanging out in his lab. He was working on an update for Shelldon and I was busy texting my other friends when I caught him looking at me (after catching him about 5 other times already). He looked so nervous when I confronted him about it. 
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“Hey Don, I can’t help but notice you keep staring at me a lot today. Is something on your mind?”
“Um…actually yes, there is something important I need to talk to you about,” Donnie said with slight nervousness in his voice. “Strange, that’s not like him to be nervous. Usually, he’s very confident, almost obnoxiously so when he wants to tell anyone anything.” I thought, getting a concerned look on my face that I attempted to hide from him, but he took notice.
“It’s nothing bad! I just…….this is hard to say….”
Donnie takes a moment to gather his words, thinking them over and most likely overthinking as well. I was always good after the first year of knowing him to tell he was overthinking something in that big brain of his. His eyebrows furrow in such a subtle way that it’s easy to miss with an untrained eye, but I know it when I see it. 
“Hey, there’s no rush here. Take your time. I can sit here all day if you need me to.” I tell him this in hopes of reassuring him and I think it works. At least his face looks less tense after I say that. “This must be hard for him if he’s getting this worked up over it.”
“Okay…you can do this,” he says under his breath, “(Y/N), we’ve been pretty good friends for 2 years now and…..god why is this so hard…..would you possibly, maybe, hopefully…….go stargazing with me? Like a sort of date?” Donnie sits there awaiting my response and I sit in stunned disbelief. “He likes me like that? I thought he just saw us as friends. I mean that's how he always acted. I know I like him, I have since almost a year ago, but……I didn’t think it would actually amount to anything….”
I look into his bright, hopeful eyes and smile. “Yeah. That sounds like a lot of fun Donnie.”
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On that date, we weren’t actually able to see any stars that night. The smog that hangs over New York was particularly thick and the lights just bright enough that they were not visible. But when I looked into his eyes, you could have seen a whole galaxy with how bright they were twinkling. 
We are both now 20 years old and have been dating for around three years. My friendships with his brothers and April grew too, but our relationship grew the most, as it should. 
*Trigger Warning: Descriptions of (Y/N)’s mutation happens after this point*
As I sit on the balcony of my apartment, remembering the fun of my life with the turtles, I don’t hear the buzzing coming towards me. I don’t hear it coming closer and closer until it lands on me. I don’t feel it crawling on me (god only knows how), towards my neck. But what I do feel is the bite. I feel the sharp stab in my neck and the release of some fluid into my bloodstream. And then I see. 
I see the large Oozesquito as I bat it off my neck onto the floor of the balcony. I see it empty of the mutagen it once held. “How are there still some left, I thought the boys took care of them all years ago!”
And then I go back to feeling. I feel my bones shift and crack under my skin, I feel them reshaping and mending themselves moments later. I feel my fingers and toes meld together in a searing pain that makes it feel as if I’ve been burned. My chest becomes hard as rock and my back becomes overly sensitive all of a sudden. “Why didn’t I hear it? Why didn’t I see it!” 
*Trigger Warning over, there is now just a description of how she feels afterward and the reaction to the mutation*
And then it settles. The pain is dull and all but an ache now. As I try to walk back into my apartment, my legs almost give out from how sore they are. It almost feels as if I’ve run a marathon, sprinting the whole way. I slowly make my way to the bathroom, wanting to see what I turned into, as I know I am no longer human. 
I look into the mirror and am greeted by green skin and a face that almost looks familiar but is not my own. “I look like…….Donnie?” As I begin to inspect myself, placing my hands on my face and noticing I only have three fingers in place of my usual five, and I realize that I have mutated into a turtle! I quickly take off the sweatshirt I was wearing due to the cold outside and look further. I inspect my back, now a leathery shell in its place. I turn back to the mirror, facing forward to it, and place my hands on the counter in shock. I speak and am surprised it’s still my voice coming out of this…..thing in my place.
“I mutated……into a spiny softshell turtle!?”
I grab up my sweatshirt and put it back on, concealing my new form from my eyes, all but my head and hands. I leave the bathroom and head to my kitchen, rushing to the refrigerator for a bottle of water, ignoring the soreness in my legs and arms and pretty much every other part of my body to be honest with you. I gulped it down as if I hadn’t drunk in weeks, almost finishing the whole bottle. I begin to think of my next moves, wondering what to do about this situation. “I think…..the best option right now is to head to the lair and find Donnie, like yesterday.” 
I grab my phone, opting to take the fire escape to not possibly run into anyone in the apartment building and get caught with……this whole situation. As I descend into the sewers, I begin to think of Donnie. “What is he gonna say when he sees this? I know he’s gonna freak, but……is he still gonna want to date me? Is he still gonna love me? I know we are the same species now, but……I can’t help but fear his reaction.” 
My thoughts stay on a similar path as I make my way to the lair, hoping that they were wrong.
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dapperraptor79 · 4 months ago
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Should I cross-post my AO3 fanfic?
I have a fun, first-time fanfic on AO3 that I am very proud of, and I finally remembered I have a Tumblr that I can cross-post onto. I don't know if I should cross-post, so that's why I'm asking. It's a Rise Donnatello x Mutant Reader fic that I started last year that I'm trying to get back into writing more frequently.
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