#and donnies battleshell

[autisticenbydonnie]

VOTE REDLINE AND TM(N)T!! @tmntaucompetition

Had to make propaganda for these two cuz I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY HEART! literally struggled for a good half an hour trying to pick who to draw, decided I'd just do some good old Brain and Brawn (aka Tol and Smol) ❤️💜

("egg they're off model/OOC" shooooosh ik but I was on a deadline and i was struggling enough as it is sosnsoaksozkasska)

TM(n)T → @nerves-nebula

Redline → @tmntredline / @coffinpal / @0ddbugs

[kathaynesart]

Babysitter Uncle. Working on Replica but it's taking a little longer than expected so here's a panel! I see all these adorable images of infant Casey Jr on the internet, but anyone who has handled kids will tell you... they are so gross. Like just constantly leaking from every facial orifice at all times. Donnie gets used to it... eventually.

[tangledinink]

Before he became swannie, donnie recorded everything, so if they get his goggles they could see what happened to him

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[turtleblogatlast]

Something I think is cute is that - y’know how Raph’s eyes are more on the yellow side?

Well, you know who also has slightly yellowed eyes? Donnie.

While Raph’s are more yellow, I think it’s cute that this is something that they share and I don’t see it pointed out too often?

It’s also something they both share with Draxum and Splinter’s current form (though again, these two have much more yellow sclera than the boys do.)

But yeah, I like that there’s this little detail that ties Raph and Donnie together, even if it’s small.

[stars-fate]

finally learning how to draw Donatello too many fucking details Hamato (I love him he is just hard to draw)

[deceased-vermin]

Day 2: Disaster Twins! I often think about how long softshells’ necks are

@rise-august-art-challenge

[st4rryyynight]

★ ( I'm not sure what to put here, side profile practice I guess. (ft Donnie !! )★

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[everythingundertheskycomics]

Warren's Stone

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Choices.

Hypno's Rings is up next!

[bambiraptorx]

It's a tradition in flying circles that after a student's first solo flight, the back of their shirt is cut off. The date, their name, and the plane's identification number are then written on the removed fabric, which is usually pinned up on a wall with the shirt backs from other students. The first solo is a significant milestone in learning to fly, as it displays enough control and knowledge to fly as Pilot In Command.

TLDR: I think Donnie should get to fly planes.

Bonus: the plane (without Donnie or the slight lens blur)

i was not gonna spend a bunch of time figuring out how to draw a plane though so i just traced a picture lol (with a few alterations)

[purple-the-turtle]

Another warmup sketch except I have to leave my house in the next 20 minutes to interact with ppl…

[s-hell-d-o-n]

Dee’s mission is taking a bit longer than it should?

Maybe they ran into something on the way?

[tangledinink]

Ok, sorry to spam you with Gemini asks, I'm trying to write the magazine interview and I want to make sure it's accurate.

Does Donnie call his battle shell his battle shell? If not, what would he call it?

Since he doesn't often get to use it in battle, I figured it would make a good question for an interview, one which Donnie would enthusiastically infodump about (well, infodump about the basics anyway. Can't give away all of his secrets)

Yes, he refers to it as his battleshell! And I'd say he gets to bring his battleshell into the Nexus with him maybe around 50% of the time? Though that number is actively dropping. He used to be allowed to have it a lot more when he was younger, but the longer they've been fighting, the less often he gets to bring it. It's sort of another way of 'upping the stakes' as they go.

[everythingunderthesky]

I think we've pretty clearly established that Don is metaphorically running around wearing training weights during the series.

Which makes it ALL the more impressive when his brothers throw him around like a sack of potatoes. 

...Or when Casey Sr. does.

Ma'am, I thought you were a human. Please confirm.

He is like a teacup poodle atop the mountain that is Raph.

Like, let's be real: Donnie has some FORCE behind him.

April's door? Kicked off its hinges!

But Raph is out here training to be the best at hugging, and you KNOW how much that means to him.

Don's seemingly lugging around some heavy equipment on the regular—and he could potentially be interpreted as using that weight against Raph here!

Still, we know that Raph is the regular winner of their sparring matches.

We've often seen how Donnie fights with his battleshell on, and it's impressive!

But I can't help but wonder...What happens when the battleshell comes off?

Fun to think about, isn't it?

Strength

Rise Ramblings #565

While watching the show, I realized that we don’t really get to see the boys’ true strength very often. Yes, we see their Ninpo at work, especially towards the end of the series, but I believe that outside of their Ninpo there is so much more to these boys than meets the eye.  

When thinking about raw strength, it’s easy to say something like “Yeah, Raph is the strongest.” And for good reason...

He is the one that works out the most.

His build is the largest and the most intimidating.

Often times we see him picking up, carrying, or tossing his brothers around, no problem.

And that’s why this big guy gives the best hugs.

But the main reason why he's seen as the strongest is because he’s the one generally seen picking up the most impossibly heavy objects.

Although, he does have his limits.

Yes, Raph is the strongest, but that does not negate the strength of the rest of the bros.

The physical abilities of the other three are nothing to sneeze at, especially since they were all originally created to be weapons. (See “What Was Meant To Be” for more on that subject.)

Take Mikey for instance.

Of all of the boys, you wouldn’t think of Mikey as particularly strong, but here he is shoulder pressing one of his brothers for fun.

And flinging the boy in plum.

What about Leo? Sure, we never really see him exert himself, especially when it comes to weightlifting or exercise, but I can’t help but notice how much he tends to carry his little brother.

Furthermore, Leo doesn't just carry Mikey, but throws him around as well.

But I believe the one that low key shows off his strength the most is Purple.

(It might have something to do with his overall lack of restraint, but I digress.)

He easily carries his brother when he needs to.

And more impressively, he throws Mikey like nobody’s business using his bow staff and his own brawn.

Speaking of his staff, if this is true:

Then what do we make of this instance?

Yes, the staff was already semi-broken, but does he go on to completely demolish the titanium staff in frustration with his bare hands? (Kudos to @theaphaeon for pointing this out!)

You be the judge.

Nonetheless, for me, what really proves Donatello’s strength are these scenes:

Donnie doesn’t just carry out this feat once, but twice!

Not only does Donnie hold up the combined weight of ALL of his brothers, but he does it via one leg. For a normal person, if all of that weight was put on one leg they would be severely injured. But for Donnie, this is just a silly mode of travel with his beloved bros. Meanwhile, his jet pack is struggling under the combined weight of all four turtles...

All-in-all, I just wanted to really highlight the turtles' physical strength and remind myself that strength is not just a Raphie thing, but something that stems across all of the turtle teens.

Do you guys have any more examples of the boys being the powerful weapons they were created to be without using their Hamato Ninpo?

All comments and reblogs are welcome! 💜

[dandylovesturtles]

explaining the train of thought that got me to this would take way too much backstory but basically I had an idea and then I wrote it. I rewatched Scream recently so maybe that helps lol

cw: death (not of a canon character), mentions of blood and vomit

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The call comes in at a little after 2 AM, and he almost doesn’t answer because he’s busy.

But Leo almost never calls him, and it’s a singular enough occurrence that he picks up the phone and hits the button.

“Hello, you are conversing with Donatello,” he greets. “Make it quick, Nardo, I’m elbow deep in the tank’s engine.”

On the other end of the line, Leo is silent. Or, mostly silent; Donnie can hear him breathing, a little too loud, a little too fast.

Suddenly, he’s on high alert. He sits back from the tank, speaking more urgently into the phone, “Leo?”

There’s another second of breathing, and then, finally, in a voice that is too high and panicked to be his normal joking tone, he says, “Hey, remember when I sent you that meme about siblings who will beat the crap out of each other one minute and hide a body for each other the next, and I said, “us,” and you gave it a heart?”

Donnie blinks. Processes that string of words.

“I think I recall it,” he says.

“Well,” says Leo. “I need to know if that’s really us.”

Donnie stands up and keys in the command to swap battleshells to the jetpack.

“Stay where you are,” he says. “I’m on my way.”

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The body is male. Early twenties. About six two or six three. Caucasian. Wearing some ghoulish mask like the serial killer in a bad teen slasher.

Actually, now that Donnie thinks about it, there’s been stuff on the news lately. About a guy who likes to knife up co-eds. And Leo’s wearing his biggest, baggiest hoodie, and jeans, and in a dark alley like this it would be easy to mistake him for a normal, non-mutated human teen.

The puzzle pieces are all laid out for Donnie, but the picture it paints is pretty unbelievable.

Then again, he’s a mutant turtle who grew up in a sewer and recently fended off an alien invasion. His bar for believable is pretty low.

He takes in the body, slashed across the chest, ridiculous getup soaked in blood. Then he turns to look at Leo, curled around his knees against the wall. There’s blood all over him, too, but Donnie feels pretty confident that most of it is not his own. There’s a puddle of vomit nearby, and a dagger, and a katana, cast aside.

Leo raises his eyes to meet Donnie’s. “I didn’t know he was human.”

Donnie looks back at the body, and at the mask. Connects it to the dagger, which definitely isn’t Leo’s.

“Seems like he was a great guy,” Donnie says. 

“He stabbed my arm.”

“I meant it sarcastically.”

Leo laughs, high and reedy. Then he leans over and vomits again.

Donnie can’t help but curl his snout at that one. He looks away and waits for Leo to finish.

There’s a spit, then a sniff, then Leo says, “He stabbed my arm and I turned around and saw the mask.”

Ah yes, that. It’s pink and has a serrated smile. Little rubbery bits of slime and ooze. These things got popular after the invasion - they aren’t anywhere near the real thing, but in a dark alley, under attack, alone, when Leo had…

The puzzle pieces are there. Donnie doesn’t really need an explanation to put it together.

Actually, scratch that: he does need an explanation for one thing.

“Why are you so upset about this?” He looks back at Leo. “You took out a serial killer. Or a wannabe serial killer. At the very least a stabber.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” says Leo immediately. A little pleading. “I didn’t think that would… I didn’t know he was human.”

“He attacked you.”

“I could have disarmed him. I could have trapped him and let the police deal with him.”

“He came up behind you in this creepy mask and stabbed your arm.”

“He didn’t stand a chance against me,” says Leo, and it’s not swaggering and not boastful, but horrified. “It was like tearing paper, Dee. It was so easy.”

Donnie leaves the body to kneel in front of his brother. He puts his hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye to make sure he listens.

“He attacked you, Nardo. He wanted to kill you. He made the wrong choice. Not you.”

Leo looks down, at the blood on his hoodie, and Donnie squeezes his shoulders until they lock eyes again. 

“He made the wrong choice,” Donnie repeats emphatically. 

Leo sighs, like he’s giving in, and a rueful smile grows on his face. “Thanks, hermano. But I don’t think the EPF is gonna see it that way.”

Ah yes, the good old United States government, and their hilariously poorly titled Earth Protection Force. Since the invasion, their existence had become known to the EPF, and they’ve been in an unspoken truce ever since. A “live and let live” holding pattern.

Unfortunately, Donnie has to admit Leo is right on this one: that this man is likely and most probably a serial killer won’t matter to the EPF. Killing any human crosses a line they won’t tolerate.

And so, there is only one solution here. The one Leo proposed when he first called.

Donnie is going to help him hide a body.

…Which means he is going to have to touch it.

Leo frowns at him. “Uh, Dee, what’s the yarf-face for?”

“I just realized how gross this is going to be.”

Leo laughs again, more than a little hysterical, and lets his head fall against Donnie’s plastron, the giggles shaking his shoulders under Donnie’s hands.

“That wasn’t a joke,” Donnie insists. Leo just laughs even harder.

Donnie scowls, even as he pulls Leo closer. “That meme really is us. I want to beat the crap out of you right now.”

Leo howls with laughter. Except it sounds a little more like sobbing now. Donnie gathers him up and holds him until he’s better again.

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Across the Hudson, the sky is turning pink. Donnie stands with Leo, watching the water that the body disappeared under.

They’ve already scrubbed the alley clean of any blood traces - his and Leo’s. He also had his drones bring gloves with the cleaning supplies, so they didn’t leave any fingerprints. At least Leo had the sense not to touch anything. And it’s not like the government has their prints on file, anyway. Donnie’s checked.

There wasn’t anything they could really do to hide the massive laceration that led to the body’s death. Short of melting it in acid, but both of them had dismissed that idea as soon as Donnie raised it. Despite what Donnie thinks of himself, he isn’t actually a stone cold disposer of bodies. The idea of melting it was too gross to think about.

Besides, it doesn’t matter if the body gets found, as long as it doesn’t get traced back to them. And Donnie doesn’t see any reason it should.

He’s already hacked any security cameras near the scene and made sure Leo doesn’t show up on any of them. Leo’s a good enough ninja to avoid that sort of thing, anyway, not that Donnie will admit it out loud. The crabs and fish will take care of the flesh and the katana’s mark. Leo destroyed the weapon itself in a bright blue explosion of ninpo.

“It’s kind of a bummer,” says Leo after a minute, “that the murders will go unsolved.”

“No, they won’t.” Donnie pulls out a phone, holding it carefully with his gloves. “He helpfully took trophy photos.”

Leo’s eyes go wide. “Dude, did you fish around in his pockets?”

Donnie can’t help but curl his lips. “Ugh, don’t remind me. It was a very unpleasant experience and I don’t want to repeat it.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Find where he lived and leave it there.” Donnie shrugs. “His body will turn up, or he’ll get reported missing. The cops will find it and everything will be wrapped up in a neat little bow.”

“Huh. Guess that takes care of that.” A pause. Leo shuffles a bit next to him. “You’re… really calm about this.”

Is he? Since the moment he got that phone call, he entered Fix It mode. He hasn’t really thought of anything else since.

“I don’t know if I will be later,” he admits.

“I’ll be there, if you’re not.”

Donnie hums an acknowledgement. There’s a weight against his arm, Leo leaning into him.

“Thanks, Dee,” he says.

“You’d do the same for me,” Donnie replies.

“Yeah,” Leo agrees. Simple as that.

[cokoweee]

ITS YA BOY

I somewhat got better at how S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N looks that’s why he looks way different from how I first drew him. A lil tidbit on him is while yea he’s basically his own being Donnie put heavy restrictions on the dude. Can’t leave the lair, certain areas are blocked off and words are voided from his system. It was Donnie’s way of keeping Sheldon safe.

The Battleshell basically stops him from autopiloting home since it’s not controlled by Donnie’s system anymore. Kk my lil rants dumb I’m dipping

Running away🏃🏃🏃

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[tizeline]

Okay, i know this may sound stupid but you better have names to each one of these ghosts because they're so cute & adorable!!/hj/nf/lh

LMAO yeah I wanted to give them just a little personality ^^ but unfortunately I don't know anything about japanese names so uhhh yeah no they're all nameless 😔✌️I'm just gonna call everyone Peepaw Hamato or Meemaw Hamato

Also you including this screenshot made me realize I accidentally drew some little scribbly line on Donnie's battleshell that's not supposed to be there but I'm lazy and I don't wanna go fix it so whatever XD