#Donatello x kendra

[artbysarf]

POV you run into the mean popular kids at prom

[grumpytheunicorn]

A server I'm in was hosting a Twilight Saga Movie Marathon on the last day of Pride and I decided to make this...

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Hold on! One more!

I Remade 3 the Saga movie posters of my OCxCanon ship for the event. I am Cringe and I am free.

[hinacu-arts]

another random unrelated crossover scene. takes place in riseverse

JAIL HOLDING DOOR SHUTS BEHIND DONNIE, 12!RAPH, AND 12!CASEY WITH A *CHING*

12! Casey: so, who are we gonna call-

Kendra: Von Ryan.

Donnie: *spins around*

Donnie: Kendra.

KENDRA IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BARS, IN THE FEMALE HOLDING AREA

12! Raph and 12! Casey: *lean out to see around Donnie*

Kendra, sitting causally against the wall: fancy seeing you here. I'm surprised everyone's buying those stupid disguises. So, who's this one? A cousin?

Donnie: i see you managed to get arrested all by yourself this time. What did you attempt to do? Rob another bank?

Kendra: that's none of your business. But I'm sure it was far more exciting than what landed you here.

FLASHBACK. DONNIE, 12! RAPH, AND 12! CASEY CRAWLING OUT OF THE SEWERS WITH THE INTENT TO COMMIT ARSON. THEY ARE ARRESTED FOR LOITERING OUTSIDE THE STORE.

Donnie: where's Jermey and Jason? Thought you were incapable of doing anything yourself.

Kendra: Jermey is out of state and Jason is at his dad's. I dont need them for every job.

12! Raph: so who's this chick?

Donnie: Raph, Casey, meet Kendra, head of the Purple Dragons Tech Club. She's a persistent annoyance and intellectual rival.

Kendra: you wish you were as smart as me.

12! Casey: is this, like, nerd flirting?

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ROTTMNT Love Interests Headcanon

If the Rise boys were ever given love interest, here’s who I headcanon they should’ve been and what their dynamic would be like:

Note: Raph and Mikey's love interest are my OCs/HCs of a Rise version of existing characters.

Leo’s love interest would be Yuichi

Leo met Yuichi through Hueso, who Yuichi works for as a new waiter for his restaurant in the Yokai city

Suddenly Leo constantly wants to go to Hueso's restaurant for lunch/dinner and his brother quickly figure out it's only because he wants to gawk at the cute new waiter.

Leo is overly flirty but Yuichi doesn’t notice him, not that he’s uninterested, it’s just he has lots of admirers, so sadly Leo in the beginning blends into the crowd.

It’s not until Leo takes a more forward approach by hitting on him with a cheesy pick up line, then proceeds to trip over himself and be humiliated by everyone, except Yuichi. He found the act endearing and Leo has now caught his eye.

Yuichi finds Leo annoying at first, but also charming/endearing thought he hates to admit it

*flirts* *flirts back* “I was not expecting this outcome, tf I do now??”

Leo tells a dumb joke and Yuichi thinks he’s a comedic genius.

They spar together, exchanging sword fighting tips/techniques

Hueso is their third wheel

Raph’s love interest would be Mona Lisa

My HC on how they first met (I guess you could say she really FELL for him ;D )

Mona is obviously in love with him but Raph is painfully oblivious. Everyone knows she likes him except Raph.

“She’s just a really good friend!” *said "friend" is wearing a shirt that says "I <3 Raphael"*

Raph would be very obvious to Mona's flirtatious actions towards him and not realize he's being hit on. Everyone knows Mona likes him, except Raph himself.

It took Raph a whole year to realize he liked Mona too. His bros can't comprehend his obviously stupidity when he asked his bros if he should ask Mona out and says he's worried she doesn't like him back (Raph end up freaking out and nearly faints when his bros tell him Mona has liked him the entire time)

She fell first, but he fell harder

For a while, Raph is conflicted with asking her out for a few reasons:

1) “What if she lost interest in me and I’m too late?!”

2) He feels he’s too busy as the oldest to have a relationship but his brothers encourage him to ask her out because him having a GF does not mean he’s being selfish for doing something for himself that makes him happy.

3) Mona’s got an overprotective father who hates the idea of his daughter dating. He liked Raph better when he was just her friend, but when Raph started having feelings for Mona he became a threat.

Eventually Raph does asks Mona out and she says yes! They become boyfriend and girlfriend shortly after their first date.

Everyone feels a wave of relief and satisfaction when these two FINALLY get together! "IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!" But everyone soon realized that they are annoying as a lovey dovey couple, "Stop shoving your happiness in our faces!!"

Donnie’s love interest would be Kendra

Partners in crime, on again off again romance

Fake dating trope in the beginning with them both having plans to steal each others tech, “I’ll woo him/her and when they’re off his/her guard, I’ll robbed them!”

They actually start to fall in love with each other, but then the truth comes out and they “break up”

Now constantly bicker anytime they see each other, blaming the other for the betrayal and “break up”

Check out my post on how I HC they first started “dating”

*Cue “True Love” by P!nk*

Argues then proceeds to make out then argue again

They are the first couple to get together, but them being really officially together is a secret. They secretly date after their first "break up" and everyone doesn't find out about them until much later on, to which Donnie just mentions he's actually dating Kendra so nonchalantly while everyone just looks on at him with shock. This is after Leo x Yuichi and Raph x Mona became couples.

Mikey’s love interest would be Renet

Renet is a human orphan who grew up in the Yokai City and is practicing to become a witch, specifically a time witch!

They met when Mikey was in the Yokai city and came across Renet when she was practicing her magic spells (aka she fell on top of him when practicing a teleportation spell)

Everyone struggles to figure out if they are dating or just REALLY close.

Best friends, goofy dummies who eventually fall in love with one another slowly over time

Innocent young love. A playground crush.

Mikey hangs out with her a lot because he likes her. He doesn’t realize he likes her and no one tries to tell him cause they thought he knew he liked her

Act like a couple loooooong before they even become a couple.

“Are you two dating or just friends?” “Yes”

That tweet of that girl asking her bf if they are dating (they are living together and have a kid) cause they never confirmed they are boyfriend and girlfriend, so when she asked the bf he responds by fist pumping his chest, giving her a peace sign and saying "we're just Bros"

[scapegoatstrawberry]

Rise August Day 19: Purple Dragons

So I kind of took this as an opportunity to draw one of my favorite rare pairs. ( also this isn't super well shaded because I didn't have time.)

[the-lavender-clown]

It’s the final day of 2023 so I suppose I should post this

It’s been such a roller coaster of a year! It’s probably been the worst year of my life if I’m being honest but at the same time one of the best for other reasons! It’s been so much fun meeting so many new and wonderful people!

One of my favorite things about the year was seeing so many people like my writing. I’ve always been a little insecure about my abilities to write a story but seeing so many people love everything I write and following along as I post has been truly amazing and uplifting! I’m so happy y’all love my work! Writing and drawing!

Hopefully next year will be better irl for me but I’m sure it’ll be just as good or better online!

Thank you everyone!

[mylenapony11]

@cherry-blossom-consumer @dressycobra7 I animated some angst.

I was thinking about if the timelines collided what would happen?

This outcome breaks my heart

But I pitched down the voice so it actually sounds like Esp is singing. So congrats on hearing her voice

Cringe rambles under cut

The sad part is Esp can’t even blame him if Donnie went to Kendra.

“She’s from your universe, she’s not undead, she’s extremely intelligent, and she’s closer to your age than I’ll ever be. With her you don’t have the responsibilities that comes with a throne. With her you aren’t giving up everything you’ve ever known.”

Also with the age thing is a complicated slippery slope. Esp was the elf equivalent of 16/17 when she died but she was an unmoving and rotting corpse for millennia and then spent 16 years reanimated and having to learn almost everything again.

[adilay-ackatery]

Headcanon Kendratello: Kendra tiene tanto dinero como Donnie, pero le gusta hacerlo creer que ella tiene menos, por lo que él paga la mayoría de sus citas. 💜🐢👾 No es mala es solo que la dibujaron así 🤭

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"You're so cute! And mean! Why do I always fall for your type?" —Donnie, War and Pizza

I just find it hilarious his archnemesis just so happens to be his type

[artbysarf]

*continues my Kendratello agenda*

[sketch-mer-6195]

Unlikely Lead (ROTTMNT Donatello Hamato x OC)

A/N: I hope some of you have figured out the riddle, I know some of you have told me you have which is awesome!!! I might be making this as a short mini-series on how the two meet and officially take the first step into some sort of relationship. Anywhizzle, lemme know and enjoy!

Warnings/Triggers: A little swearing, alcohol drinking (nothing sever).

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Word Count: 1448

It has been two months since he met his mysterious dance partner witch at the bar. Two months of trying to locate this witch in Witchtown. Two months of searching through many security cameras through many shops and stores in Hidden City. And two grueling months of internal battles about this mystery woman within his mind and dreams. He couldn’t help but thank the Pizza Supreme in the Sky that he and his brothers had their own spaces. The only thing he knew, after her riddle and muddling over his decision to find her was her name.

Andromeda.

That's all he could run with. It was something, but he was not enjoying having to investigate and try to locate her.

Donnie was back at the bar, in his usual booth with his usual drink and a glass of the cocktail that this Andromeda woman gave him. A map of the Hidden City glowed in front of him from his gauntlet where a majority was crossed off except for two places. The bar, where he was currently residing. And The Grand Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus. Witchtown was crossed off more times than he could count as he would return to see if there was a chance that someone in that small community had seen her. But each time, they would decline that they had seen her or had no idea who she was.

"Where the hell are you, Andromeda?" He mumbled as he took a sip of his drink.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Donnie glanced up to see someone he was praying he wasn't going to see anytime soon. Or ever for that matter.

With a vex glare, Donnie watched the person sit across from him and closed his map.

"Hello there, Kendra. How's probation treating you once again?" He replied in a sardonic tone.

The purple and black haired girl sneered as she adjusted her Purple Dragon's cropped bomber and snatched the Purple Lemon Drop Cocktail. Kendra slowly sipped the drink as she saw the annoyance in Donnie's eyes. Oh such sweet pleasures to piss off the genius.

"So, whatcha lookin' for Othello? Another new experiment?" She asked.

Donnie groaned and leaned back in his seat. "This doesn't concern you, Kendra. Now, if you excuse me, I'm waiting for someone here to meet me."

"You mean this mystery girl that you've oh-so been searching for?" She replied, smirking as she saw the deep shock on the softshells reaction.

"How did yo-"

"I know you, jerk face. And I might be able to help you. Just like old times." Kendra spoke over and soon threw a seductive and somewhat cheshire smile.

But Donnie was not going to let that happen. Rising from his seat, he laid his pay on the table under his half finished drink and began to head out of the bar. But her hand gripped his bicep to stop him only to have his ninpo develop a long claw to pluck her away from him and dangle her in the air.

"Let go of me!!!" Kendra struggled but was brought close to meet Donnie face to face.

"I don't care what happened before. But I don't want anything to do with you, Kendra." He stated firmly before releasing her and letting her fall with a thud.

Turning on his heel, Donnie presumed to walk away before he attempted to do anything irrational.

"I know where she is! That girl with the piercings!" Kendra barked out as she rubbed her tender backside from the fall.

Donnie stopped before looking over his shoulder. She stood to her feet and mumbled a swear before glaring at the turtle. Throwing what looked like a credit card to him, Donnie caught it and looked at the card itself to see a business name on it which surprised him.

He looked back at Kendra who flashed a victorious smile and crossed her arms across her chest. Without a single word, Donnie raised the card up as a sign of thanks before leaving the bar. He had a lead from a very unlikely source. But it was better than going back to Witchtown yet again. Taking the closest hidden door to enter the streets of New York City, he took to the streets to find this store front.

As he made his way down the empty streets, he let his battle shell remove his button down shirt and tie before streaking across the night sky to find the storefront. It shouldn't be that difficult to find, right?

Even if the store was closed, he at least had a lead so he could find Andromeda. But that was all thwarted when he saw something glowing on a rooftop. Exactly where the store was supposedly located. As he flew closer to the glowing light, he landed on a nearby building across from where the source of light emitted. Donnie looked over the edge to see an abundant mystic garden that had all sorts of botanical life. A greenhouse also housing more delicate life inside it's warm cocoon. And one person tending to the garden with a tablet in hand. 

Same hair of brunette red, slender frame, fair skinned but her clothes much more frumpy and comfortable. Loose dark navy bell bottom jeans that were cinched in place by a long braided leather belt. An olive green cardigan sweater that was over one shoulder. A spaghetti strap grey tank top and black leather platform boots. She was still beautiful, even if she was in comfortable clothing. With a slow wave of her free hand, he watched her draw in the air as she was casting what must have been a spell as a puff of what looked like pink and gold glitter exploded and sprinkled across her garden. Then with a tap on her tablet, the water sprinklers set off in a nice misting on some and to others an out right downpour.

"Now what are you doing on the surface?" He asked himself as he activated his new visor and worked on zooming in to see her better along with this new found information.

As he ran his scanners to see what she had set up, he could see signatures of high mystic magic in most of her plants. But within the greenhouse was just normal produce and botany. Nothing extreme in his books. Then he set his sights on Andromeda. The mystery girl whom he had been looking for. As he laid eyes upon her, he could only see her back.

Oh how Donnie wanted to scream at her to turn around. But he bit his tongue to keep himself silent.

As he did his best to try and take images of the location, he noticed his visor beginning to malfunction and digitize on him. He tapped his side piece that activated the visor only to have a bright light briefly blind him, causing Donnie to fall on his backside and shut off his visor. All he could see were spots and stars as his vision slowly came to focus and clarity. Once it did, Donnie looked over the ledge only to gawk in utter shock.

"SHE'S GONE!?"

The entire scene, garden, her. Vanished out of thin air. 

"How the hell did she suddenly..." Donnie started only to reactivate his visor to locate any mystic energy.

But it was no use, his visor was malfunctioning and just showing everything heavily pixelated and in black and white. Defeated, but only just a little, Donnie took it as a sign to go home and sleep on it. Standing to his feet and activating his battle shell for flight once more, Donnie looked down at the now empty rooftop and smiled a little.

"Until we meet again, my lady."

And took off into the night sky.

But she saw him, behind a shield that she used thanks to Purple Dragon technology to keep her mystic garden hidden and safe. How he found her garden, she had her suspicions that Jason blabbed her residency. But she knew he wouldn't do so. Maybe the turtle got lucky? And it looks like his luck paid off finally. With a smirk, Andromeda set her watering cycle to shut off in a couple minutes before going inside her apartment for the night to get some much needed sleep before going to school. She knew the report that she and Sunita were working on was due tomorrow and they had to present it with April. So, with her mind on sleep and making sure she was ready for her project, she carefully got ready for bed and laid down for the night with the likes of her turtle dance partner filtering into her dreams.

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Here’s the next part of the Kendratello AU! I knew it was going to be very dialogue heavy, so I figured writing it out would be fast, but I’m so ready to be done with it that I’ve not really beta read it. So I apologize for any errors. But enjoy!

Splinter loves his sons, but these last few days have been eating away at his already shriveled and fraying nerves. Watching his children ambling around their home, for months, each in varying states of anxiety, fear, and distress, hasn’t been easy on his old heart.

They’ve been through so much, experienced more hardships than Splinter has ever wanted for them. But the latest crucible tearing his family apart was caused, not by some ancient demon, or world-ending threat—but a fiendishly smart, young woman.

One who’d kidnapped his son and replaced him with a stranger that Splinter hardly recognized.

The bitter tale is too familiar for the old movie star to painlessly swallow. It seems fate played such cruel tricks sometimes. Always seeming to strike harsher the second go around. With outcomes even more brutal and painful. His son was stolen by a hateful, sadistic woman, and kept locked away, until she was satisfied with the new toy that emerged from the shadows.

So it stands to reason how…relieved Splinter had been that one, early morning. When his three sons had pulled Purple into his bedroom, piling into his bed, nothing but wide eyes and panicked shouting; one over the other. Looking back now, he can recognize how short-sighted his quick relief had been. But in the moment, as a father, Splinter had only seen this new, strange development as a blessing.

Donatello might have been confused, and irritated with his brother’s manhandling, but Splinter could clearly see more life in those eyes than he’d witnessed in months. Splinter had shushed the rest, and spoken to Purple directly, finally getting a better grasp on what his sons were shouting about.

Amnesia.

So, of course, relief. Because how could forgetting all those horrible, tortuous weeks in that woman’s grasp, possibly be a bad thing? By some miracle, Splinter’s boy had been returned to him. Nowhere near that frail ghost of Donatello, which Splinter would sometimes find curled up on the floor of his own lab, screaming Kendra’s name and sobbing to be returned to her care.

He had been spared all of that, like it never happened. Their family had been handed a gift, and Splinter truthfully wasn't interested in the whys of it all…

Until Michelangelo chose to contact Draxum, and words like “brain damage” and “tumor” were thrown into the mix.

An entire day of testing yielded…varying results. They were able to rule out the scariest of options. No dark shadows were seen in the X-rays of his son’s beautifully brilliant brain, and no concerning squiggles were pointed out by the Hidden City doctors who studied the fast moving waves appearing on the EEG. It was all a bunch of nonsense to Splinter, but Donatello nodded like he agreed, when he was handed the papers over to inspect himself.

Everything was normal, physically.

That left the most difficult part of the day. Getting his son to speak to a psychiatrist—seriously, and without snarking back at every possible question he would eventually be asked.

Draxum had thankfully picked a good one. Briefing her beforehand on…everything. She seemed prepared for Purple’s special brand of cynicism. The sheep yokai was apparently at the top of her field.

A tentative diagnosis of “dissociative amnesia” had been given, along with a small number of pamphlets and printouts. The doctor had informed Splinter that certain treatments might improve Donatello’s situation, but no cure had been discovered for something like this.

They would just have to take things one day at a time. And they’d been doing so well. Almost like everything was back to normal.

Splinter had become very good at ignoring that pending feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He smiled at his sons every day onward, like nothing was wrong. And all of them, in return, began falling back into a more comfortable ease around each other. The stress had just been starting to loosen in Red’s shoulders and jaw. Orange was giving real, honest smiles again. And Blue was no longer a shadow around corners, hiding from Purple like a bomb he was scared to set off.

But the other shoe that had been the root of Splinter’s dread, finally dropped, and the rug was pulled from under their feet once more, violently, with no warning.

Even after they’d managed to calm Donatello down. There was no negotiating the terms of his reality, and he was stubbornly convinced that the world around him was fabricated. Without caring about the consequences, he refused to be civil towards any of them, treating them all like jesters in a play, where no one had the script.

The family’s usual process for dealing with Purple’s anger–letting him cool off alone in his lab until he collected his thoughts–was unfeasible this time around.

Splinter didn’t think he could ever forget the image of his son, turning the knife he held in his hands inwards, and threatening to end his own life.

No; leaving him alone was not an option.

Which led back to Splinter’s previously mentioned frayed nerves.

Four days into this new, stressful change, and his genius son was still managing to find creative ways to sneak past their watchful eyes. Six attempts, in total. Each time, caught with seconds to spare, and just as traumatic for everyone involved.

Raphael and Michelangelo at the moment, were going through their home, removing every sharp implement they could find. Anything that could possibly be used to “put an end to the loop” that Donatello was convinced he was stuck in.

While the two performed their important task, Blue and Splinter had the harder of the two jobs; watching Purple.

Splinter was currently sitting comfortably in his chair, but it was far from his usual level of relaxation. Despite plenty of bean bags to occupy, the twins were locked in a shoving match. For some reason, they were fighting over the single, smallest one they must’ve owned.

“If you don’t get out of my personal space, I swear to Oppenheimer you will regret it, Leonardo!”

“And I swear to Ryan Renolds, that I’ll shred all of your softest hoodies if you kick me in the nuts one more time!”

“That Barbenheimer joke doesn’t even make sense, you idiot, that was Ryan Gosling!”

“Who mentioned Barbie? I’m talking about Deadpool and Wolverine!”

“What does that movie have to do with anything?!”

“Fuck dude, what did I just say about nut shots!”

“Then get out of my kicking radius, and your non-existent nuts will be safe!”

“BOYS!”

Both his sons quickly pause their arguing, giving their father their undivided attention.

“Leonardo, go help your brothers.” Splinter demands. “I will watch Purple. He has not had a moment of free time from any of you in days, and it is clearly wearing on all of us.” Blue gives his father one of his patented unimpressed stare downs.

“No offense, Pops, but how is you watching him, any different than me?”

“Because I will sit in my chair, and Purple will scroll on his phone, and there will be quiet.” Splinter can’t stand the bickering any longer. He knows both his sons will benefit from this time apart. It’s just convincing Blue of that.

Donatello’s gaze is boring holes into the back of Leonardo’s head while his second oldest son matches Splinter’s scrutiny. The rat can see the need for some fresh air battling against Blue’s desire to stay close. But Leonardo is his sharpest son, and even he can admit that his constant presence has become too grating for his brother.

“You need to watch him like a hawk, Dad,” Leo glares at his twin out of the corner of his gaze, “sometimes you can get a little…distracted.”

The new projector, playing Splinter’s same old programs, flashes against the curtain hung on the wall. The volume is set to low, but Blue still looks pointedly between his father and the screen. Splinter doesn’t blame him for his concern, so he tries to put all the gravity he can into his tone, enough that when he does promise to stay vigilant, it seems to convince Blue to place his trust in him.

Purple stays quiet through the exchange, only breathing a sigh of relief once his brother is long past the threshold of the den. He looks ready to lean back into his hard won pillows, but Splinter realizes that Blue had something of a point. Donatello is positioned quite far from him, and he’s suddenly nervous about catching something in time.

“Purple, how about you come sit with me.” Splinter suggests it kindly but firmly, and with a smile– so his son can’t refuse. He pats the bit of cushion next to his legs, “I will honor my promise to leave you alone, but I would be much more relaxed if you were within my reach.”

His boy merely blinks at him, blank faced, and staring at the very spot that Splinter has just created for him.

It isn’t as though his recliner is small, even if Splinter himself is. Donatello had custom made it for him, after one too many complaints about his old brown one hurting his back. It practically swallows Splinter, but remains just stiff enough to provide plenty of support for his lower back. He could even lay sideways and still have some space to stretch.

Splinter recalls very clear memories of all his sons fighting for a spot by his side when they were younger. But it has been some time since those days…perhaps Donatello thinks he’s far too old for such a thing as sitting by his aging father. Yoshi remembers himself at eighteen, and shudders. He’s forever thankful that no matter how lacking his parenting skills might have been, that his boys are kinder to him than he ever was to his Jiji.

Donatello pulls at some invisible thread of his black leggings. Since this new alteration of his memories, Purple has taken to wearing more layers. It’s nearing fall, but not nearly cold enough for the large sweatshirt, black leggings AND socks that his son is currently donning.

Splinter just barely hears Purple murmur a jumbled, “Huh?”

Splinter catches some sort of emotion actively being suppressed behind the bewildered shock at his offer, but it’s hard to tell what it is. Over the years Splinter is ashamed to say, he has grown very bad at reading his own children. Especially Purple, who, if he was being honest, has always been very hard to decipher.

Splinter starts to think the offer will be rejected, when Purple finally climbs to his feet and ambles slowly over. The unknown emotion skittering at the edge of Donatello’s expression morphs into something closer to suspicion. This one easy to identify, especially when it practically drips from his next words.

“Trying to endear yourself to me won’t sway me into falling for your tricks.”

The barb is said just as unkindly as everything else Purple has thrown at his family these last few days. Splinter lets it slide off him like water. He knows his son would (probably) never speak to him like that if he wasn’t stuck in such a painfully clear mode of survival and uncertainty.

“Yes, yes.” He says, untroubled. “Come sit and I can finally lean my chair back.”

Donatello watches him the entire time as he cautiously settles into his spot. He yelps when Splinter grabs his ankles and pulls his son’s long (thin, still much too thin) legs across his lap. For an instant, Splinter freezes, growing worried he’s overstepped. The act had been done without a thought. It’s the way Purple has always liked to sit, finding it more comfortable than any other way. Donatello preferred to keep his distance. A deviation from his siblings, for sure.

Michelangelo would press as close as possible, two sides smushed together like a hug, only without the constricting limbs (though, if Orange were ever to fall asleep in Splinter’s chair, those too would eventually find their way to catching him in their hold).

Leonardo preferred to sit on the arm of his chair, never staying still for long enough to find a comfortable position. But when he slumbered, after a long night of binge watching Novela’s with Splinter–he would curl up, head in his father’s lap, limbs held tight to his body. Like he was afraid even that was asking for too much.

Raphael, his poor, eldest son, hadn’t sat with him in so long. Splinter could still remember a little turtle tot in red, climbing up and splaying out onto his lap when he needed a good cry–or just a moment of peace from his much too loud siblings. Sadly, it wasn’t long before his Red was too big, and his father too small to provide such a refuge. The last time Raphael needed consoling; after the Krang, Splinter had been forced to climb up onto his own son’s knees in order to reach and wipe away his tears.

In the few rare instances of Purple seeking out physical touch, this was all he would allow. Legs stretched over his father’s lap, but his upper body was always off limits. Pulled just far enough away from the threat of any sort of long term contact.

Splinter used to wonder if Purple was scared to ask for anything more, like Leonardo, or if he thought depriving himself of a comforting hug would make him seem stronger, like Raphael, or even the rare times when Michelangelo wished to appear more mature and refused to be comforted. Eventually, Splinter caught on to the truth. His son was asking for comfort, in his own unique way. He was content with the minimal amount of closeness, as long as he felt like he was able to dictate the terms.

But one thing Purple would always allow his father to do, was loop his fingers around his ankles. Trusting the grip would hold his legs in place and keep him stable. He once said the pressure was small enough that it wasn’t overwhelming, but strong enough that it could ground him when everything became too much.

Even now, the act of reaching out to pull his son’s long legs up had been so instinctive. When Splinter looks over and sees the uncertainty still on Purple’s face, he knows he’s pushed too far too quickly.

It’s a risky move, but he’s already pushed, and it’s something that never fails, not once since he’s discovered it.

Purple has always been the most ticklish of all his brothers. Another thing that never really helped his sensory issues. But Splinter long ago discovered that there was a particular spot, which could always earn him a giggle and a brighter smile.

Splinter grips the meat of Donatello’s right knee and jiggles it back and forth. The silly action seems to do the trick and knocks something loose in his son’s overwrought head. His gamble pays off spectacularly, and Splinter is overjoyed to see a small smile erase most of the uncertainty clouding Donatello’s face. It isn’t a full peal of laughter, but the wariness makes way for something softer, and the huff of air from his nose is just as rewarding as a full body laugh.

His boy rests his shoulder and head onto the cushioned back of the chair and Splinter presses the button that will lift up the leg rest, and recline them both into a more restful position.

After a few moments of quiet, Donatello slowly pulls his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. Even without looking directly at him, Splinter can feel his son watching and waiting for the reprimand he thinks will come. Instead, Splinter raises the volume of his show just loud enough for him to hear, but not enough to completely shatter their peace. He wants to make Purple feel more at ease; like he’s not being constantly surveilled–not providing more overstimulation.

They sit like that for some time. Splinter rubs a thumb back and forth across the meatier part of Donatello's calves. He’s learned that repetitive touch is the best kind of grounding technique for Purple. The patterned motion always worked to calm his nerves.

Even still, after only so long Splinter catches Purple lowering his phone.

He keeps his own gaze forward, locked on his commercials. Splinter can see, without looking, that his son is studying him, trying to take apart something in his mind that he doesn’t understand. Splinter allows him all the time he needs to gather his thoughts.

Finally Purple speaks, “Dad…?” It’s so quiet, if Splinter hadn't been waiting for it, he might’ve missed it.

He pauses the repetitive kneading for just a moment, squeezing his hold, and humming in order to prompt his son to continue his thought.

“Can I tell you something?” The inquiry is whispered to him so delicately. It takes everything in him to keep his face open and soft and his movements steady. It’s clear that Donatello is trying his best to remain aloof, but his gaze is locked on his hands that are settled in his lap, the fingers of one pulling on the digits from his other.

At some point he must’ve put his phone completely away. Splinter feels the pressure of having Donatello's complete focus aimed at him.

The tugging intensifies. Splinter wonders if he should reach out, but he’s not sure how well that would be received. It doesn’t look painful just yet.

“I don't know what Kendra is accomplishing by showing me this.” Donatello growls, suddenly digging his palms into his eyes like he can still feel the weight of the screen blocking his vision. “Trying to make me happy, only to rip it all away from me? Or attempting to make me feel, even more like a useless burden than I was?”

It’s the first crack in his armor that Purple has shown in days. A clear sign that he was not as unaffected by Kendra’s lies as he’d been trying to project. Donatello sighs, but as it dies out Splinter thinks it sounds closer to a sob.

“You can’t tell the others…” Donatello looks at him with wet, desperate eyes, and it’s unclear if his son still doubts who he’s speaking to, but Splinter works to ease his fears all the same.

“I swear, whatever you tell me will remain between us, alone.”

Donatello nods faintly, eyes trailing downwards once more. Splinter may have had trouble before, but now the many emotions jumping across his son’s face—fear, shame, frustration, all are easy to catch.

With a shaking breath he whispers his secret. “I lied.” He’s crying now, real tears that he doesn’t even bother to wipe away. The pulling at his skin grows more violent, and Splinter finally interferes to carefully pry Donatello’s hands apart before damage is done. In place he cradles his son’s hands like delicate porcelain and runs a thumb over Donatello’s palm.

“I told everyone that I could tell. That I wasn’t being fooled, but that’s not exactly true. The last few loops have…it’s been getting harder, and harder to remember things— how they really happened. Too much is…plausible.”

Splinter keeps silent. This confession has clearly been weighing on Donatello. He deserves to get it all out, and hopefully feel lighter for it. Even if Purple suspects the family, something is letting Donatello open up enough for him to share his fears.

“There was one loop…Mikey broke…he broke the remote…When I said I didn’t have time to fix it. He threw the pieces at my head. He would never do that, though…right?”

“No, of course not,” Splinter answers immediately, quick to banish the doubt from his son’s mind. Donatello only blinks at him, like his thoughts are moving too slow, and cannot comprehend such a simple, stark contradiction to what he experienced.

“It felt so real…it all feels so real. But…I could feel how one of the sharp, broken corners had cut through my mask and how the wet fabric stuck to my skin with blood.”

Donatello raises a hand and touches the spot where the phantom wound must’ve sat. The pain now gone, but the memory of it haunts his eyes and rattles the tremors building in his hands.

“I thought…I thought I was handling this—maybe not well…But I’d hoped I would be strong enough to last until you all came for me…And now Raph is saying it’s already over.”

It’s a simplified form of the truth which they had tried to get Purple to believe, but even that much clearly doesn’t sit well with him. “If it is over, why does my body feel like one massive bruise? How did you all find me? How long did I last? Was I in there long enough to…?”

He’s clearly scared to ask Splinter any more questions, so he trails off, curling in on himself and pulling his hands up to his chest, pressing there, as if checking to make sure he feels something still beating.

Splinter decides he’s waited long enough and slowly pulls Donatello out of his hunched ball and guides his head to his own chest, making sure his ear is aligned against his own pulsing heartbeat.

Donatello resists slightly at first, but the moment he’s close enough to catch the sound, his breath catches and he glues himself to the spot.

“I don’t want to be there anymore,” Purple murmurs. It sounds like sleep is catching up with his son, the exhaustion pulling him down and slurring his words.

Splinter cups the back of Donatello’s head and carefully tug his fur lined blanket down from where it’s been sitting on the back of his chair. The blanket slots over the both of them and Donatello curls even closer to his father, tucking himself into his warmth.

“Go to sleep, when you wake up, you will be right here.” He’s sure to say it softly but with as much reassurance as possible, and Donatello seems too tired at this point to hold onto his doubts.

“Okay…,” Donatello mutters. Then, practically hanging on to the waking world for one final query hesitantly asks, “…Dad?…Do you love me?”

Splinter doesn’t even think. “Of course, my son.”

Donatello’s breathing finally evens out, and Splinter feels a few tears finally escape.

He’s not sure what next steps they should take, or what kind of state his son will be in when he wakes, but Splinter can only hope this is progress. He prays it won’t be undone…but regardless, Donatello is home. Any steps back or forward will be taken together, and that is the most important part.

[sha-biest]

Masterpost

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#GoldenFutureAU

[Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - AU] Summary: A good future version after the Krang are defeated and the end of the world is postponed. But not everything that shines is golden and life isn’t always easy as a mutated ninja turtle!   CW: Blood/Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Loss of limbs

Written Story by Co-Creator @rosesofenvy ❤ Crossover with @thegunnsara [Ref Sheets] Michelangelo | Donatello | Leonardo & Raphael [Comic] Fused Ninpo: Raph & Donnie | Fused Ninpo: The Sun God [Comic] The Best Prank [Art] Mikey | Leoichi  [Story Content] Donnie & Leo losing arms | Leo post arm loss | Donnie talks | Mikey captured  [Fan Kids] #Ammi  Amaterasu Hamato: Mikey’s and Gen’s created child Ammi’s Creation | Older Ammi | Ammi’s abilities | Ammi & Uncles | Crazy Ammi #Saber  Saber Hamato: Leo’s and Yuichi’s adopted child Saber appears | Leo worries | Cold and Alone | Leo found Saber | Doubts & Happy Ending | Older Saber

#Tsuki  Tsukuyomi Hamato: Mikey’s and Gen’s created child Tsuki’s Creation

#Izzy Isabella Hamato: Donnie’s and Kendra’s lab accident child [Relationships] #Angenlo [Mikey x Gen] | #Leoichi [Leo x Yuichi] | #Kendratello [Donnie x Kendra] | #Rasey [Raph x Cassandra]

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“Chosen Family” [hiatus] [Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - AU] Summary: Splinter is struggling with his four newly acquired Turtle babies and comes across Carol. Although their first meeting is more than bumpy, they find out that they have a lot more in common as parents and Carol realizes quickly that she can’t toss the family out of her apartment. Their Co-parenting adventure begins! #ChosenFamilyAU

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• “Mom, I can explain” [finished] [Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Post Movie - Prequel to “Golden Future”] Summary: Leo got pulled from the portal of the prison dimension and with their home wrecked April sees no other choice but to call her Mother for help. Everyone is injured and tired and Carol is there to mend some of their wounds- physically and emotionally.

CW: Blood/Injury, Hurt/Comfort

#MomIcanexplain

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• “Dragonous” [discontinued] [Villainous - AU] Summary:  Everybody is turned into dragons, lizards or other mythical creatures. Dragons are extinct in Flug's time and nobody knows why. He wants to be the one to find out and in his mad quest, ends up traveling to the past. GENERAL INFORMATION Art Program: Paint Tool SAI Tablet: Wacom Cintiq 22HD Language: German, English

[fabuloustrash05]

That one tiktok audio that goes "Oh, I hate that man! I hate that man! But oh, Cara Mia. How i love him." but it's Kendra talking about Donnie.

Switch it. It’s Donnie talking about Kendra.

[dancingdonatello]

donnie x gender neutral reader

“In order to date me, you must pass a simple test.” Donnie held the paper vertically in two hands right in front of his chest.

You were in his lab, surrounded by his entire family who were spectating. It was nerve wracking, how they all smirked and eyed you up. It was as if they knew something you didn’t.

But you had studied. You had spent several hours reviewing math equations, practicing chemical equations, and of course, memorizing as much of Pi as you could. As long as you didn’t have to write a rhetorical analysis, you should be able to manage a low C.

Donnie cleared his throat, setting an egg timer at the desk you were sitting at. “You have an hour.” He set the paper in front of you along with a #2 pencil.

You looked down at the test and paused. You picked up the paper and flipped it over. Blank. You flipped it back over. There was only a single question, in all caps and italicized.

WHAT IS DONATELLO’S FAVORITE COLOR?

a) purple

b) blue

c) orange

d) red

Your first thought was that this was a trick but the more you tried to think about it, the more jumbled your thoughts became.

Leo saw your face and walked over, leaning over your shoulder to look at the test. “What?! Don, are you serious? This is way too easy!”

Raph and Mikey joined his side to look. Mikey gasped. “No… this is psychological torture.”

Donnie snorted, no doubt seeing the sweat beginning to form on your forehead. He said nothing.

His brothers were not helping you at all. Mikey was too loud, yelling, “Wait! Let me go get my pom poms!” before returning with thrmand shaking them in front of you. It was very distracting.

Then Leo was basically breathing down your neck to be able to watch every movement you made towards the paper. He’d hum and groan in disapproval each time you hovered over a color.

And lastly, Raph was trying to be encouraging, muttering advice next to you. But none of it made sense. You listened to him for a moment before you realized he was talking about pizza and car insurance.

You were full on sweating at this point and you had to pull at the collar of your shirt to catch a breeze. Which there were none. You were dying.

“Donnie, babe, can you please give me a hint?”

Donnie rose an eyebrow, not looking up from his phone. “Pet names are dating privileges, which you don’t have as last time I checked, you haven’t turned in your test yet. Also, no talking. There are tests still out.”

You buried your face into your hands. You really had to focus. Purple, blue, orange or red. It was easy. It had to be easy. But what if it was a trick? Or what if it was a trick to make you think it was a trick?

He had told you that Splinter had called them colors to remember them. Or something like that. If it was true, he could’ve held a grudge against the color purple because of that. But what if he became attached to it? He had really wanted that purple jacket the Purple Dragons had after all. But maybe… Oh, you were definitely going to have a headache after this.

You took a deep breath and picked up your pencil. You circled your answer.

“Oooh… are you sure about that, bud?” Leo tsked judgmentally, making you second guess yourself. You stood up and trudged over to Donnie. You shakily handed him the paper.

“Hmmm….” Donnie read it over. “Wow. Perfect score. 1/1.”

You gasped and Mikey jumped onto your back with a cheer. “You did it!”

“But—” your blood ran cold. “—you forgot to put your name. Unfortunately, that means I’ll have to take a point off. And of course, that also means you got a 0/1.”

You almost fell to your knees.

“But!” Donnie said again, holding up a finger. “There is extra credit available.”

“What is it?!”

The next day at school, while Donnie was hidden around a corner with his camera out and recording, you stuck your leg out and tripped Kendra.

[tmnt-multiverse-election]

Nominees that didn't quite make it

Signal boosting for amazing creators, characters, and aus. Please check them out. I wish you all better luck next year.

Draxum & Donnie @tizeline (Tiz Sep)

Leo @nights-flying-fox & @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Gentle Hands I Don't Recall)

Micheal @gingerchickens (Astray)

Leo @kathaynesart (Replica)

Chompy @probably-not-a-rutabaga (Mutant Chompy)

Kendra @cokoweee (Purple Delusions)

Misa @littlemissartemisia (Misadventures)

Dee @cnwolf-brainrot (Dee-Evolution)

Big Mama @inkypawprint & @sketchiefoxie (When I Was Younger)

The goop & Poptart @intotheelliwoods (2 Arms Left), Beetle Leo (Beetle Leo)

Leo @dandylovesturtles (I Might Be Invisible But I Still Look Good), Leo (Wow Leo)

Mitsui @nova-blues (Sundered By Time)

Bird Leo @alsfunkyalbum (Light as a Feather Stiff as a Turtle)

Donatello Purple Hamato @itsnotillegalyet07 (Ink, Herbs, and Eggshells (Specifically Herbs))

Leonardo @sugarpasteltmnt (Neon Void)

Leonardo @goodlucktai (Problem Child)

Tanner Mayfield @starsinthenigth (Star Bunny)

Future Leo @gooeseyleo (GooseyLeo)

Leo @andistarbee (Extra)

Baby Mikey @pezhead (Age Gap)

Mikey's Cat @anomalysstuff (Anomaly)

Splinter @broken-slime-boi (Grayscale)

Yuichi Usagi @azucar-skull (Feral Casey)

Marcelo @irequirealobotomy (Just Around The Corner)

Leonardo @dancingthesambaa (Star Blind)

Sensei Donatello @theredponcho (Microwave)

Mikey @seaghosstt (TMNT: Bay Area)

Reticent Leo @tmnt-reticent (Reticent)

Future Leo @nani-nonny (Reunion)

Tenoch Oroku @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Forgotten Clan)

Evil Donnie @dragonpastels (Cracked Conscience)

Light Fairy Mikey @lara-cairncross (Rottmnt Fairy Au)

April @theartofeverything (In This Together)

Casey Jones Jr @delicatechildwitch (Old Soul)

Shelldon @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Lifetime Achievement Award)

Maro @eternalleader

Villain Mikey @onionninjasstuff (Villain PB&J)

Donnie @jacky_fruit3529 (Deep Water)

Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo (Reminiscing That Old Time)

Donnie @consume6810

Mikey @allyheart707 (Little Subjects)

Prince DubbleBubble & Frigid Leo @sketchiefoxie (Rottmnt x Adventure Time)

Raphael, Chocolate Covered Bananas, & Donnie @remedyturtles (Firefight)

Donatello @cryptidofthecove

Donnie @l0stneverfound (Elemental Madness)

Caiji @gornackeaterofworlds (Butterfly Effect)

Glamrock Raph @thejade-forest (RotTMNT x SB)