Fanart of @butterfilledpockets B.E.N.T turtles. I wanted to draw the old guys in casual wear, i.e i wanted to draw Ronin in a cat hoodie. Unfortunately, Donnie is a robot, but at least he has a cube to solve.
DID YOU KNOW I LOVE ANDROIDS, GUNDAM AND ALL THINGS TRANSFORMERS??? Nooo?!?? HERE IS my interpretation of the Donnie bot that we got to see in @somerandomdudelmao latest update~
I listened to Speed Drive by Charli XCX throughout the whole 13hours that it took to make this, I just imagine DonBot9000 beating up Krang while being their FABULOUS self~ haha
Speed paint down below <Warning flashing imagery>
Rendering the thing is a whole science at this point🤪
NO OKAY BECAUSE ITS ALWAYS PORTRAYED LIKE RISE DON IS APPALLED BY 12 DON and I need everyone to know that actually rise don wants to impress 12 don soooo badly. He just wants to be cool to his older more experienced dimensional counterpart. 12 don does Not know this
first attempt at drawing don-bot -u-
gah zayum he is challenging to draw but i want to draw him more so im brute forcing myself to enjoy drawing him lololol
The amnesia stripped him of so many of his memories.
But he did remember some things. Donnie often retold some of their adventures to him if there were ever parts he was foggy on.
Don was there to fill in the gaps.
And so, he remembers.
He remembers Donnie. The Donnie from his memories is not like the Donnie he knows now. At least, not physically. He's still... him, he knows, but he always felt like there was something missing.
He can hear Donnie's smile when he talks but can't see it. Finds that he misses it. He misses the gap in his teeth and the way his reddish-brown eyes would go a little wild whenever he had a crazy idea. He missed the lively, excited expression on his face when an experiment proved his hypothesis true (or rather, did not prove his hypothesis to be untrue, as he used to say) or when he successfully engineered a new invention.
They were so uniquely... Donnie. Inspiration struck his younger brother often and the Donnie of his memories used to exude pride in his own genius shamelessly. He found it obnoxious back then but finds himself longing for it now.
Don's returned from scavenging, hauling supplies over his titanium shell. It's vaguely reminiscent of the way he used to position his bo staff on his shoulders and relax his forearms over it. "This should be enough firewood for a couple hours," he says.
Donnie retained the lisp from the gap in his teeth, despite no longer having any.
Raph smiles because of it, and decides to be grateful for it; another one of Donnie's uniquely Donnie attributes that he vows to never again tease his brother for.
His younger brother seats himself next to him, huddles by the fire he doesn't need to keep warm and the smoke he can't smell. He reminds himself to be grateful that he still has Don, who is, most certainly, still the Donatello. Even if his flesh and bones have been replaced with titanium and steel.
He's old and grey now, and one day, Donnie'll outlive him and he'll never stop outliving him because he won't age. He won't feel the weathering of his shell or the looseness of his skin. He will never know elderliness. He will just... be.