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Donnie edit🥰💜

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I uh, started this as a little wholesome thing but it QUICKLY got out of hand, anyway part 2 here.

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Yay shitty comic about my rise oc.

I am not very subtly using Donnie as a medium to share my octopus facts.

Also watch me never draw her again after this lol.

Edit: this takes place before the movie btw

OC character sheet

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It is done! *falls down*

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I have... so much to say on so many different things but it is 2:30 in the morning so I will keep this as brief as possible. First off, thank you to all my mom friends and mutuals who helped me with accurately portraying and normalizing the experience of giving birth. It is wonderful, and painful, and gross, and beautiful. I apologize if it made any readers squeamish (and I know there were a few gross jokes in there) but considering how gross the tv show got, I think it remained true to the overall vibe!

Second, I wanted to talk about the concept of "hope" in this story. When I first watched the movie, I felt like the idea of hope being their greatest weapon seemed sort of heavy handed and cheesy. However, after watching the ending of the show again I realized that hope is actually a huge reoccurring element in the story and a big part of what it means to be of the Hamato clan. Doubly so, I wanted Casey Junior in a way to symbolize that hope for Leo specifically, so when Leo talks about hope in the beginning of the movie, he's not just talking about some vague concept, but Casey Junior himself. He is their greatest weapon and he doesn't even realize it.

Thirdly, so uh... Casey Junior. I apologize if it had seemed out of left field, but do know that the decision of his origins was not made lightly. The shear similarity in his facial structure to Lou Jitsu as well as several other factors that I will refrain from stating due to future spoilers was too numerous to ignore! It is an integral part of his story for reasons that will go unsaid for now, and no, he does not know he's distantly related to them. Also, Big Mama! Been holding onto her concept for some time now! I loved the idea of her mystic broach becoming damaged so she can only be cloaked to a certain degree, making for an interesting blend of both her forms. She was really fun to figure out!

Finally thank you everyone for your patience. This special turned into quite the endeavor with most of the updates exceeding 20 pages each, but I'm so happy I was able to finish it... even if it did take so much longer than my projected hope. I can't wait to get back to the main storyline, though I shall miss these silly, overpowered boys. We got a lot of ground to cover and I'll likely be posting a summarized reminder before continuing. ...and after I finish work on some Zines and the holiday special winning commission!

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me at college

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A promise is a promise, right?

rottmnt future Donnie - peace

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My rottmnt Patreon 18+

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Attention please ‼️

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

Additional skribble comic 👇

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symphony update tomorrowwwww

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It's been a while since I've cooked.

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Reposting some artwork here!

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Has this been done before

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^^^

I know you did a few writing colabs with afreakingdork but do you still associate with them after the t*cest stuff they posted on ao3 /genq

I would say that my inbox is not the place to discuss fandom discourse. /gen

Bottom line, I don’t fuck with tcest but I’m also not gonna go on a witch-hunt to harass and vilify people on the internet that produce that content. We don’t need internet cops.

Remember kids, the block button is fun, free, and convenient for the curation of your experience on tumblr.

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I like them a normal amount

He stepped backward slowly, careful to avoid making any noise. It had taken him nearly two hours to get them to sleep. He finally breathed again as he stepped outside their room, keeping the door open. He stood there for a moment, watching them breathe. Should he stay here for the night? To make sure nothing happens? He tapped his wrist monitor quietly and set Sheldon to baby monitor mode.

He’d set up cameras in the room, at every possible angle, but he didn’t want to take any risks. He checked his wrist monitor to look at the feed. It was crystal clear. Of course it was, who was he kidding. He’d worked with Kendra for months to perfect the night vision mode. He checked the volume. Perfect again. He ran his down hand down his face as flicked the monitor down, he really needed to sleep.

He looked back at the sleeping forms one last time before tip toeing down the hallway. He’d barely made it two steps before he had the monitor pulled up again. They were still sleeping soundly in their cribs. It was fine. They were safe he reassured himself. He didn’t turn the feed off as he shuffled to his room.

He looked back to the room down the hall as he placed his hand on the door knob. Maybe he really should sleep in their room? He shook the thought from his head . The door opened soundlessly. He thanked sweet pizza supreme above that he’d thought to oil the hinges earlier. Kendra raised her head slightly as he walked in.

“They asleep?” She mumbled, patting the bed next to her.

“Mhm” he whispered. “Sheldon’s on baby monitor mode as well, so don’t freak out if he turns on tonight.”

She nodded sleepily, patting the bed again, this time a bit more insistently. He ignored her as he walked to the drawer. He double and triple checked the wires and monitors on his drawer and bedside table. He could feel her watching him. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he fiddled with the monitor on his bedside table. He needed to make sure that they were ok.

“I’ll be right back.” He promised, running out the door.

His feet treaded softly over the floor as he walked out of his room. His chest constricted painfully as his mind wandered to all the ways he could lose them. He quickened his pace, bare feet slipping across the floor as he ran. The light in the hallway illuminated a sliver of the nursery. He slipped inside, going to the frost crib and at sticking his finger under the child nose. A small trickle of air tickled his skin and he sighed. He repeated it twice for each crib before he was satisfied.

They were ok.

Smiling, he traced one of the small faces with his finger, barely brushing her skin as he hummed softly. His throat twitched as he chirped quietly, revealing his distress to the sleeping infant. He hadn’t meant to do that, in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he’d made a noise like that. Maybe when he was small wanted his brothers? He panicked slightly as the child stirred. He really hadn’t meant to tell them how scared he was.

A smile quickly broke across his face as the sleeping form turned to him in her sleep and lazily chirped back. He chirped again, mesmerized when the nursery erupted in a symphony of chirps, trills and clicks, each one reverberating with reassurances that they were safe. His chest swelled as he listened to the unique song of his family. His family.

He paused at the thought. They were his. An odd feeling stirred in his chest as he walked to the door. His eyelids drooped as he looked across the room. His smile wavered as he stood in the door. He really didn’t want to leave. But he’d told Kendra he’d be back. He shuffled down the hallway again.

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She lifted her arms, inviting him in for a hug as he walked in. He gladly obliged, flopping onto the bed and draping himself over her. She was so warm. Her hair ticked his cheek as he breathed against her neck. Her hands gently undid the bun in his hair. He murmured a thank you against her, soaking in all of her warmth. Her fingers ran through his scalp and he sighed deeply, pressing a kiss under her ear.

“You good?” She whispered, her chest vibrating as she spoke. “You left for a while.”

He nodded, humming into her neck. He didn’t really know what he was feeling right now. They lied in silence for a moment before he opened his mouth. He snapped it closed quickly, words caught in his throat.

He stuck his arm under her waist, twisting their weight so they were lying on their side, faces close together. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Kendra?”

She made a small noise of acknowledgment, bringing a hand up to trace his jawline. He leaned into the touch as he reminded himself what Mikey had told him. He needed to express his feelings. Ugh. He took in a deep breath as he stroked her hair.

“I’m scared.” He whispered, barely audible.

She shifted slightly to study him. “That’s ok.” She whispered back, equally quiet, “ I’m scared too.”

“No- I mean- I don’t wanna-“ he paused, his mind filling with horrifying thoughts, “I don’t want to lose them like I lost my brothers.” He finished, voice cracking.

She studied his face for a moment before wrapping him in a hug.

“You won’t. I promise.”

“How can you promise that.” He gritted, “ I thought my brothers would never leave me and here I am.”

Tears threatened to fall as he clutched her desperately. He couldn’t lose them. He couldn’t lose her. She opened her mouth to speak when he interrupted her.

“I mean I’ve done all I can think of. I read all the books, I baby proofed the house. I set up monitors everywhere! I built everything they could possibly need.” He stopped to suck in a shaky breath. “ What it if it’s not enough? I could have missed something. What if I lose them too?”

Tears fell down his face as he blubbered against her, his fingers clinging to her shirt as he pressed his face against her shoulder.

“I still have bad days. I still have bad weeks. What if something happens and I’m not there for them? What if I’m too out of it to let them know that they’re loved?” His breath hitched. “What if I pass this pain to them?”

He wiped at his eyes as Kendra held him close. She shushed him, stroking his hair as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“But- but what if I love them too much?Love them so much that I forget about my brothers?”

Kendra pulled away from him, sitting up suddenly. He moved to pull her close but she shook her head.

“Look at me.”

He looked.

“I’m scared too. Unbelievably scared.” She said forcefully, her eyes burning with a fire brighter than the sun. “ I’m responsible for them, and I don’t feel ready for that. I don’t think I ever will be. But they’re here now and I’m going to love them with everything I have.”

She tilted his head up, forcing him to look in her in the eye.

“Don’t you think I’m scared that one of them will turn out like me? A stupid delinquent. A child that’ll feel unwanted. That they’ll push people away like I did when I was younger?” She ran a hand through her hair, her other hand wiping away a stray tear of her face. “ God. I’m terrified. Really and truly. Terrified that I’m not good enough for them, and that I won’t be able to give them the life they deserve.”

She cupped his face gently. “ So listen to me when I say, that we will figure this out together. And listen when I say that your brothers would want you to be happy. Even if it meant moving a little further away from them.”

He nodded slowly. She sank back into the mattress, pulling the covers around her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She responded easily. Effortlessly, as though the thought of forgiving him was like second nature to her.

He laid back down and breathed. His mind raced with thoughts as he laid in silence. Her head suddenly plopped against his chest, fingers intertwining with his, breaking him from his spiral.

“You’re still not convinced huh?”

He made a choking noise in the back of his throat.

“How’d you know?”

“I know you.” She shrugged. “Look at me you idiot. I love you. Ok? You mean the world to me. Have I not made that clear enough?”

He was silent as she huffed, sitting up again.

“You are my everything.” She said forcefully. “ Don’t you think they think of you that way too? They love you already. Nothing you listed earlier would make them see you any less.” She grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his finger tips. “ If somehow they end up as broken as us, then we’ll love ‘em anyway. And we’ll make sure that they know we love them so stinking much.”

Tears flowed down his cheeks as he looked at her. He nodded, pulling her close. Her chin rested on his shoulder as she rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

She said nothing this time, looping her arms tightly around him and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I love you, you big green idiot.”

He churred in response, lowering the two of them back to the mattress. Her head went to his chest again, ear pressed to his heart. He smiled softly as he looked from her to baby monitor, and back to her.

He was loved.

He loved them, and they loved him.

They were going to be ok.

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I wrote this at like two in the morning so idk if it’s even readable lol.

Is it out of character? I have no clue 🤷‍♀️

-sleepy writing annon

Hey so ur wild for this but in a good way

What a great bomb ass thing to read in the morning 🥸🥸🥸 I’m happily crunching and munching on this as aggressively as possible

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THIS IS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT HFHSHSH

Baywatch Lifeguard Raph. Saving lives. (for a summer sizzle event)

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as a creepypasta kid I wholeheartedly agree

All I know is that rise Donatello and mutant mayhem Donatello were creepypasta kids. I just know it.

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Don Tron!

so... I don't really have an explanation for this? I just thought it'd be fun to turn the boys into vaguely winx inspired magical girls teetlez and now this exists :)

Don Tron | Raphie | Leon | Magic Mike

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WIP - Soft Spot Chapter 1

The possibilities were endless. You wanted to tell Donnie you were ready right then. You’d do it. The long miserable nights. The lack of sleep. The rewarding excitement. The nurturing bond. You’d do it all. The baby sniveled the bit of gunk on his face. You’d do it with Donnie.

See you Friday 😉