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*goes to bed for five years*

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atheists will post gotcha memes about “the guy who shot you repented and is now in heaven don’t you want to say hi?” as if the knowledge of a person who wronged you in the most heinous way imaginable being lifted up to sainthood by the grace of God isnt the most incredible thing conceivable to the Christian mind

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guy who does unboxing videos but he only talks about the boxes

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everything is about the ninja turtles if you’re dedicated enough

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this randomly blew up on twitter so i figured i’d post it here bc lord knows everyone on this app is neurodivergent

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OHOHOHOHOOOOO I have been eagerly awaiting the response to this for months bc i knew it was gonna be angsty as shell. >:D

Also oooooughguhoooo that art is gorgeous!!!!!

with no warning, Raph runs up to your group to try and smack Donatello on the head!!! Leo has already given up on trying to stop him, despite that they got here only yesterday lol

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......sure hope this doesn't trigger any trauma.....

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Donnie POV

Tensions were still running high, no surprise there. They were just as quiet as before as they looked around, just now they were also standing further apart and trying not to look at each other.

Donatello ran his finger down the subtle grooves in the metal of his bo, forcibly unclenching his jaw again. They had been given a wide berth by their counterparts. Probably because the areas they were moving through were much less crowded, but also because they could probably sense the tension coming off the trio.

Logically, he knew that they should talk to try to sort things out. But evidence so far showed that talking just actually made things worse.

Though maybe the tension and distance was only bothering him. Leo's face was a mask of calm determination, holding himself firm and still and Donatello isn't able to read him at all. Mikey just looked ...bored.

Donatello kept having to check on them. Making sure the Leo hadn't quietly marched on without them, or that Mikey hadn't wandered off. And frankly, it was making him more anxious that he had been in the crowds earlier. At least then they had felt like some sort of a team, like Donatello could rely on them. On someone.

Now Donatello was alone again.

His hands tightened on his bo, and his jaw clenched. He tries to push it down into the buried ball deep inside him that has been festering this entire time.

He lost focus for a moment.

The sound of feeding slapping against stone. Moving fast. Something whistling through the air at his head.

Boots nearly slipping on wet concrete. The smell of water, mold, and blood staining the back of his throat. Rain blurred his vision behind the visor. Echoey sounds of his own gasps drowning out all else. Head spun, ribs ached. Leg pulsed in agony, muscles twitching around the knife still jabbed into it. Weak point in the joints. Dumb, stupid, an ambush. Move, try not to slip on the bodies scattered on the ground. The crack of his bo against a skull, sending vibrations through him, aches and pains echoing in response. One half of the broken wooden (stupid stupid stupid stupid) bo slid through numb fingers. Faint rumble beneath his feet, headlights flash by the alley, bright light refracting and bouncing off rain, off puddles stained with growing rivulets of red. A shadow from behind. Broken shard of wood twists in his hand. Someone down had gotten up. Heel, twist. Mind, desperate, blank. The whites of widening eyes and grit teeth, a bat swinging down at his head. He jabs upwards, broken bo piece clenched tight, end jagged. Sharp.

Soft. Slides. 'shktpblt'. Red.

Gone.

Donatello's heart pounds and he is already moving. A quick twitch of his wrist and his bo ratchets to life, segmenting, metal shifting, edges sharpening, and sparking to life. By the time the electrical buzz sinks into his senses, he's already swung, turning instantly with a sweep of his leg and shift of an ankle, hand sliding down the length of the bo with a familiarity etched in stone.

Leo, somehow, is faster.

There's an ear-bleeding shriek of metal on metal, the force of the blow slamming into an unexpected obstacle ricocheting painfully back through his arms as Leonardo's katana intercepts in a streak of silver. The shriek sharpens, discordant tones screaming, sparks flashing as the point of impact shifts as Leo slides to a stop from his sudden dash to intercept, bodily blocking Donatello from his target, his attacker.

Some part of Donnie knows he should stand down as he is met with Leonardo's whited out, steely gaze, unflinching as electricity crackles near his face. But the adrenaline and lingering grip of mind-numbing panic drowns it out. And that rolled-up ball of anger and hurt explodes. He snarls, pushing back against Leonardo, trying to leverage his size against him.

Leonardo is a wall, unmoving and unfaltering. He shifts his katana, twisting Donatello's grip on his bo, using the friction of their locked grip to force his bo down. Donatello is unfocused, not thinking, and the way his grip shifted uncoordinatedly would have had Master Splinter drilling him in katas for weeks. He manages to keep his grip, but is unable to stop Leonardo from planting the tip of his bo into the ground, the flat of his blade trapping it there. Without their weapons between them, Leonardo shifts forward, shoulder ramming into his, head lifting as his lips peel back into a snarl.

"Donatello, enough!"

Donatello struggles, pushing back against him. A flicker of movement, and his eyes flicker upwards, getting a glimpse of his target for the first time.

He froze.

Green.

Green eyes.

Raphael's eyes.

There was a ringing through his head as head as his bo dropped from numb fingers. In his peripheral, he saw Leo's face shift to something more concerned, mouth opening and closing, words lost in the haze.

A face he hadn't seen outside of faded photos in years looked up at him. The hit of fear faded, and an achingly familiar mask of anger and irritation fell into place. Face shifting into a scowl that Donatello had seen a million times before.

he-

he couldn't-

and he'd-

he'd almost-

It wasn't his Raphael. Raphael had been 20, and had never worn, never had the chance to wear, clothes like that at 15. But still, but still- He saw those eyes and...

Donnies leg is broken, his plastron cracked, and he is left in a broken heap in the ground as rubble falls around him. His vision is darkening, despite his every attempt to claw back into consciousness as a roar from the maddened shadowy titan that was the Shredder crashes over him, drowning out the sound of his breaths, his heart, his thoughts. A blurry smear of grey races towards him, as an entire cliffside is dislodged in the great beasts thrashing.

A streak of green and red and Donnie is already relaxing before he is scooped up into strong arms, hiss of pain lost in the rush as Raph leaps, doing his best to cover him as they skid across the ground, dust and bits of rock falling around them. His vision swims and begins to smear away into black and he can barely feel it as Raph drags him behind the relative safety and cover of an outcrop of rocks and trees. Raphaels shadow curls over him, and he can distantly feel him checking him over for any life threatening issue, any sounds or words lost in the shriek of the Shredder as it tore itself and the land around it apart. He is slipping when Raph turns and pulls away, his hand barely lifting, pleas caught in his throat. Raph noticed anyway, turning back. The flash of his teeth in a grin, the burning green of his eyes, and the smear of red of his bandana were the last things to go in Donnies fading visions, his words following him as he spiraled down. "Me and Leo got this, brainiac. Rest up, it'll be over before you wake up."

He never even got the chance to say goodbye.

Donatello is moving again, breaking away from Leo's grip on his shoulder. Pushing through the gathered crowd, he runs. He can hear Leo's shout, footsteps following him. Instinctively, he reaches to his hip back, grabbing two of the marble sized balls inside, throwing them behind them, hearing them burst with a pop, the acrid smell of the smoke tickling his throat. He veers sharply to the left, ducking into an alley as he continues to sprint.

Over the last couple of years he has gotten very good at disappearing.

When he comes fully back to himself, he is curled up in the boarded doorway of a back door in a secluded alley, far away from where he had left his brothers. The only sound is the harsh wheezes from his broken chest, gasps for air and control. He curls up tighter, arms wrapping tighter around his knees, bowing his head into the curl of his body.

His screams are muffled and unheard.

He is alone again.

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oof. well.

none of these guys are doing well and have been going through it. none of them are innocent for how things are.

Thanks for the ask!

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CW for Tizeline: Blood

CW for Indie TMNT: blood, violence, light gore

LINKS:

Tizeline Sep AU

Indie TMNT

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CW for Tizeline: Blood

CW for Indie TMNT: blood, violence, light gore

LINKS:

Tizeline Sep AU

Indie TMNT

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OK… the finale is here folks. As per usual, instead of the usual 24 hours to vote, it’ll be a full week. And the last theme is…

Dark Fantasy!

The poll will air on April 23rd and last until April 30th!

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OK… the finale is here folks. As per usual, instead of the usual 24 hours to vote, it’ll be a full week. And the last theme is…

Dark Fantasy!

The poll will air on April 23rd and last until April 30th!

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hey that sounds a lot like having my brain!

i have so many tabs open on my phone that the number just shows :D and i dont actually wanna remove the smiley face. so.

In case you were wondering what it’s like to have my brain, I just closed over 1000 tabs on my phone.

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hey y'all here's the stazzberry i just invented it, it explodes on ur tongue when u eat it. it has a pit in the center of it and also smaller seeds in the littler sections. it tastes like blue raspberry but better. like popping candy that actually tastes like fruit. idk man this is just the image that popped into my head when i thought of the combination of raspberry and strawberry. and its blue cuz i felt like it

may make edits to it but this is now an actual plant in my fantasy world. yum.