#He/they donnie

[fizzle-faz]

Broken and Bloody, But Not Alone

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Pitiful

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   Donnie, in all his caffeine-fueled glory, was out on patrol. Alone. At the good hour of 2 in the morning. Having not slept for nearing 4 days now, they weren’t exactly in their right mind. While mumbling absent nonsense to himself, he tripped over something. Something big and…squishy. He let out something that was some mix of a groan of annoyance and a surprised yelp. He stared down blankly at what he’d tripped over. A human.

   “Shit…” Donnie mumbled, kicking the motionless person. It seemed like a teenager, and a young one at that. Younger than Donnie, at least. You had on a dull hoodie with striped sleeves, the original color almost unrecognizable. You only had one shoe that looked like it was previously white, now a mix of blood, mud, and dirty water staining it completely.

   “Hey.” The mutant’s voice was groggy and a bit scratchy, considering he barely talked to anyone all day, rather working on inventions alone. He gave the body another small kick before crouching down next to it.

   “Hey. You um, you alive?” He asked with caution, keeping a safe distance between him and the stranger. His voice sounded like it was trying to mask worry, but he was feeling incredibly anxious. They were always anxiety-ridden, but it was hard not to be when you find a beaten human in a shady alley. He’d of course seen hurt people before, but that wasn’t the problem. This was a kid, and injuries this bad were never accident. He put two fingers to the human’s throat, checking for life. There was a pulse, faint, but a pulse nonetheless.

   That’s where Donnie’s patrol ended. He obviously didn’t often take random teens back home regularly, but he was forced to make an exception. They grabbed the unconscious stranger, and tossed you over their shoulder. Blood and spatters of mud flung from the motionless, half-dead body. Every few minutes Donnie stopped to carefully check how alive you were. There was a large gash on your head, over your left eye, and wounds, cuts, and bruises of all kinds all over your body. You were very bloody, but it appeared not all of it was yours, if you looked at the way it was spattered on.

   “I’ll be in my lab!” Donnie shouted as he entered the sewer lair. His brothers were distracted by Mikey playing their Space Heroes pinball game. It was highly doubtful any of them even heard Donnie. They scoffed at the ignorance, dragging the body back to their lab and away from their blissfully unaware brothers. He tossed the body onto the floor with unnecessary force. The turtle pulled a small medical kit seemingly out of nowhere and kneeled beside the human. They were still mumbling to themself, this time about how difficult humans were to manage.

   “Wake up. Hey! Don’t you dare die,” he muttered, voice barely a whisper. They didn’t want to explain to their brothers bringing a stranger home, but would much rather that than struggling through explaining a dead human. He began neatly washing away blood and whatever else was on you. Some was dried, while other wounds were still bleeding. They were careful and meticulous with the bandaging and cleaning, despite their undeniable exhaustion.

   “There. You’re all patched up,” he muttered, knowing full well you were completely unconscious. He gave your body a small nudge with his foot. He let you lay motionless against a wall, occasionally checking for a pulse. It wasn’t getting worse at least.

   You woke with anything but a start, slowly rubbing a hand over your non-injured eye. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and let out a sleepy groan, slowly opening you eyes. Bright lights of the lab filled your vision as you slowly regain awareness. Upon realizing your… situation, any previous calmness instantly faded and you let out a loud yelp of horror. 

   “Shit! Where am I!? What happened!?” You cried out, voice teeming with stress and terror. Your eyes fell on Donnie and widened more, if that was even possible. You let out another piercing cry, erratic breaths escaping your lungs at high speeds. Donnie focused his gaze back on you, rolling his eyes.

   “You and me both, pal,” Donnie replied flatly, turning back to their work without another glance.

   You frantically studied your surroundings, breathing quick and ragged. You pressed yourself back against the wall, as far from the turtle mutant as you could. Wait. Turtle?

   “Wh-what are you!? Why am I here!?” Your tone demonstrated nothing but dismay and dread. You were absolutely trembling, no control of the irregular movements of your body. The terrapin sighed, setting down their wrench and crouching in front of the human. They didn’t look especially pleased to have a stranger in their lab. Your breath hitched as this strange, green creature approached you.

   “You. What’s your name?” he asked. It was more of a demand than a question. You let out a squeak of shock as you processed something. It talked to you. The turtle talked to you. Your injuries must have you tripping balls. When you gave no response but a shaky breath, Donnie sighed and stood up.

   “Look, I found you broken and bloody in an alley, and I took you to my lab to give you first-aid,” he began bluntly, giving a lame attempt at warmness. You certainly needed more than first-aid, but hey. Take what you can get. Still, you hesitated in responding. You let out an unsteady sigh, knowing there wasn’t much you could do nor anywhere to go anyway.

“Now what’s your name?”

   “…(y/n). How… what are you? Where am I?” You repeated warily, growing calmer in measure. You tried, and failed, to regulate your breathing and steady your quivering body. You were still untrusting of the mutant, but your suspicions had faded to an extent. The story was… mildly convincing, but you could still feel yourself shuddering as a cold sweat ran down your cheek. 

   “Well (y/n), I’m Donatello, but since it looks like you’ll be with us for a bit, you have permission to call me Donnie,” he stated, his voice gentler than before. Not by much, but it was progress. They could tell you felt threatened and terrified, so they gave an attempt at being mindful. Wait-

   “Us? There’s more of whatever you are!?” Your voice instantly regained its distrust. The thought of more humanoid turtle whatevers was as interesting as it was appalling. Donnie sighed. This kid was good at testing his patience.

   “Yes yes, my three brothers are mutants as well, along with our rat sensei,” he answered the human’s question, holding back irritation. They were doing their best to not snap at the pitiful human, considering that was likely the last thing you needed.

   “RAT SENSEI!?” You screeched, any vanished fear recovered. Donnie swore under his breath, beginning to regret bringing this person back with them. Maybe he could just knock you out and put you back in that shady alley? No, that was unethical. He looked back up at you, a vein visible on his forehead.

   “Yes you dumba-“ he began, quickly coughing to cut himself off. “Yes. Rat sensei. Now shut the hell up before I make you,” they ordered. Donnie’s breaking point was not something anyone wants to see, but it appeared close. You shut up, stifling another yelp. He let out a deep breath, a poor effort of trying to calm himself. He lifted the shuddering human’s chin up with a finger.

   “What happened..? You’re very clearly injured, and it doesn’t look like an accident.” His tone was firm, but he had an air of gentleness to him. His grip tightened on your wounded head. “And don’t even try lying to me.”

   You swallowed down a yell. Again. This purple-masked turtle was petrifying when they wanted to be, and you were in no state to run, not that you even knew where you were. He looked dead into your eyes, sending a chill down your spine. He was so compassionate just a moment ago…

   “I-I um… I don’t really remember…” you replied shakily, wracking you brain. It was scary, to say the least, having horrifying injuries but no memory of how you got them. Donnie thought the human looked pitiful, shaking and tears welling in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel bad. They took their hands off this vulnerable stranger, letting them fall to their side.

   “God you’re pathetic… but I’ll help you,” Donnie muttered the first part, but their tone quickly became infallible. He was threatening, that’s for sure, but being around him was going to prove worth it.

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Woag… Fizzle writes fanfiction real!?!?!,

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Ones hands can tell the story of how they’ve lived… and how far they have come.

I’m a sucker for Good Dad Splinter ever since I watched TMNT ‘03. That rat was gifted sapience and his immediate instinct was kindness. I love that for him.

Rise Splinter lived a rollercoaster of a life, but as a Hollywood star he remembered the names of all his stunt guys and coworkers, and as a prisoner he cared for the rat that shared his cell. His sons are very close and physically affectionate, I think that says something about how he cares? That’s just how I like to headcanon him :)

It’s interesting to explore the idea that a seemingly monstrous transformation is what pushed him to be a kinder human

[hatekawa]

3 MONTHS TW: VISIBLE VITALS (NO BLOOD THO)

Information Part 4 Draxum got emotional, I wonder why Previous, Next Masterpost

[tizeline]

I bet raph goes like 🤯 whenever April go big sis mode but Donnie AND leo snickers at his reaction as well.

Bro is NOT prepared for the little brother treatment!

[sleepis4theweak]

Apparently when my younger brother was just born my mom found him napping with his blanket fully covering him, and she pulled back the sheet (worried he couldn't breathe or something) to find him fully awake staring at her. It scared the shit out of her and she still talks about it to this day lmao

[abbeyofcyn]

Lil purple

[butterflyscribbles]

It all started with someone else’s hc that Donnie has an innocent/benign heart murmur on Discord and ended with “what solidified leo as the team medic?” and I have not recovered...

Bonus, after three days of extensive research and not a wink of sleep:

[rufwooff]

Dw, he'll get over it...

[koolaidashley]

How I think a de aging ep would go

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like

[shantechni]

"Leo's such a mother hen, I can't 💕😭"

I'm sorry, have you met Raph:

Look at how he stood up from the chair when Leo just cringed in disgust, my gUY HE'S FINE CHILL OUT💀

[sad-leon]

So some of y'all need to go touch some grass and learn that brotherly affection can include forhead and cheek kisses without it being gross

I like to imagine Leo is very affectionate, but when his brothers show him affection, he freezes up. Especially after the invasion, he fucking cries when his brothers show him affection wihtout him needing to "earn it" or anything like that

[risestarkiss]

Rise Ramblings #325

So, we also know that this boy is bad at basketball.

Like, really bad.

Yeah, th-that was just terrible.

But, it made me think.

How is this ninja scientist so bad at this game? It’s just hand-eye coordination, after all.

I mean...

His shots aren't terrible, but they just bounce right off the hoop/backboard. It's almost as if he's aiming at a target-

So, wait. What’s the difference between basketball and pizza darts?

...the arc. Arcing the ball requires a light hand. In other words, it requires restraint.

I believe, that Donatello has great aim, but is terrible at restraint because, when he tries to toss something, it misses the mark.

But, when he throws something...

it’s deadly.

[tapakah0]

[scatterbrainedbot]

cass, a professional: order of badass donbot, extra dramatic entrance!

me, nodding, banned from most kitchens: leo drama and angst, heard chef!

(shoutout to @somerandomdudelmao for yet again making feel emotions i cannot fully explain)

[faerynova]

considering they were palm sized as babies, i like to think they stayed pretty small until about their tweens when the human hormones kicked in and they all suddenly shot up