#nonono I don’t like ittttt

[pixlokita]

I know you've probz already thought of this or many more ppl have asked you to do this but PLEEEASE PLS PLS PLS PLS CAN YOU DRAW GREG IN THE GLAMROCK FREDDY ONESIE (as seen in the hidden alcove in Superstar Daycare, while wearing the VANNI mask;image below)

Imagine Greg trying to hold things with those plush gloves 🥲 who designed that

[mej2235]

A little propaganda for the @tmnt-crossover-polls for our collab au WAFD. @ossadeaurata @marshmel-l0w7 @we-all-fall-down-series

Oh and some lovely mentions going out to @wandering-ghost and Pico, her baby Godzilla from Atomic Pets, @phoenixdeleted and Neon, her future rise Leo who has a habit of adopting people and a mention of Batman and Nightwing from A Heart Of Sunflower by @doctaaaaaaaar

This snippet contains:

Donna: 03 Donnie uses they/she

Raph: 03 Raph

Mikey: 03 Mikey

Master Splinter: 03 Splinter

Leon: Rise Leo

Neon: Disarmed! Future Leon

Enjoy!

“Well, that hurt,” Donna groaned, rubbing her head.

Master Splinter hopped off her shell and landed smoothly on the ground, allowing Donna to push herself to her feet. She offered the turtle under her, Leon, a hand which he took quickly, holding it as he glanced around the arena in awe. Donna caught him by the lip of his shell as he tripped with a fond smile.

“Mikey! Get your butt offa me or I swear-“

“Keep it in your shell, Raphie!” Mikey growled back, playfully nipping near his brother’s face as turtles would. “I’m getting off, I swear.”

Mikey readjusted himself to pin Raph’s body more effectively and made no move to get off the older turtle.

“That’s it!” Raph began to rock his body, dislodging his brother and allowing him to twist his body around and trap the younger turtle in a headlock. “Say ittttt.”

“NOOO!” Mikey shrieked, laughing as Raph gave him a noogie.

“Last chance, little brother!” Raph stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled it out.

“NONONO!” Mikey squealed, “I WILL NEVER SURRENDER TO TYRANNOHMIGODTHAT’SOGROSS-!”

“Children,” Master Splinter punctuated the word with a tap of his cane on the ground. “Unfamiliar territory is no place for games,” the rat mutant turned away, unable to keep his grin in check behind his poker face, “even if they are amusing.”

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s taking sides!”

Splinter did not answer, simply observing their surroundings. Leon was staring around at what appeared to be multitudes of giant stages, like the traditional kind where musicals or plays would take place. Donna had always adored theatre. She used to sneak into theatres like these with Leo all the time; he always let her take centre stage and was even willing to learn how to use the lights to give her her moment.

Donna missed that. Maybe she could introduce that part of her life to Leon. She wondered if he’d ever seen a play or a musical or if he was like Mikey and only enjoyed the art of movies.

“Welcome to the TMNT Crossover Polls,” Donna read aloud, grabbing her family’s attention. “Polls? That would imply some sort of popularity competition or election, but what does TMNT Crossover mean?”

“Crossover means when two different universes visit each other,” Leon cut in, hands flapping away as he tried to look everywhere at once. “It’s usually a term used in fandoms to describe when they combine two pieces of media they enjoy or a set of characters travel from one media to another. Like Jupiter Jim meets Lou Jitsu and they kick alien invader butt together!”

Leon blinked at them, done talking. They all blinked back. Leon’s face began to turn red and his head began to disappear into his shell.

Raph laughed and hit the kid’s back, “I don’t understand most of that, but it’s cool that you do.”

The younger turtle beamed at him, puffing his chest out in pride. Donna smiled and patted the younger’s head, drawing out a churr from him.

“I suppose that would make us a crossover then, wouldn’t it?” Master Splinter stroked his chin as he looked over his four children, “After all, Leon here is a universe traveller. He has quite literally crossed-over to our dimension.”

The four turtles stared at the rat for a few seconds until Leon flung himself forward, face right in Splinter’s face.

“Ohmigod! Was that a pun?” He practically squealed.

Master Splinter simply smirked and held a finger to his lips, “Let’s keep that our little secret.”

“You have officially jumped up the coolness scale to the top, after me, of course,” Leon flipped his mask tails, jumping up and down on the toes of his feet with a huge smile.

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s my title!”

Leon just innocently blinked his little eyes at the older turtle, “I guess you’ll have to work harder then.”

Mikey scowled, poking Leon’s plastron with his finger, “You are playing with fire, young man.”

Leon shrugged, turning on his heel and walking with his hands behind his head, “My Mikey actually wields fire so I’m used to it.”

Mikey, along with his family, stared after the slider blankly.

“EXCUSE ME WHAT?!” The orange-clad turtle ran after the slider, looping a hand around to force him to face him.

They quickly caught up, watching Leon avoid Mikey’s relentless questions. Instead, the younger turtle seemed to be picking at a sticker on his plastron. That was strange. It wasn’t a bandage or one of the pads from Donna’s medical tests. She had made sure to remove them once it was over. Mikey twisted around in frustration suddenly and kicked at air, revealing another sticker on his own plastron.

“Mikey,” Donna called out, putting a stop to the little playful spat between the two turtles, “what’s that on your plastron?”

Mikey glanced down at it and then back up at Donna and shrugged, “Dunno, but we all have them.”

She glanced down, confirming that fact. Donna pulled off the one stuck to her plastron and held it out. Raph, in true Raph fashion, pulled his off his plastron and dropped the sticker, except the poor turtle found it did what stickers did best and stuck. To his finger. He started to wave his hand trying to get it off as his family watched on. Donna, eventually, had to be the adult of the family and rescue her poor suffering twin by grabbing the sticker by the none sticky part and dropping it.

To her surprise, the sticker dissipated into nothingness, only to appear upon Raph’s plastron once more. Upon closer inspection, it read ‘We All Fall Down.’ Well, that didn’t exactly spell bright things in their future. Heh. She should tell Leon that one later.

“Hey, Raph!” Donna glanced over at her ki- Leon as the younger turtle smirked, sticker in his hand, “Look!”

Raph, never one to ignore family, unfortunately turned to face the boy, only to receive a slap in the face for his troubles, gentle and literally. Leon snickered as he stepped back to admire his handiwork for a few seconds. Raph blinked and raised his hand to touch the sticker now adorning his face. His eyes locked onto the still snickering target in front of him and Donna could see the moment he made his decision.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one!” Raph sneered, attempting to tackle the slider, who darts under his arms and makes his escape, now cackling as Raph gave chase.

Donna shook her head and sat on the floor next to her father and remaining brother. To her amusement, once Leon got about a mutant turtle away from Raph, the sticker removed itself from Raph’s face and repeated with the void magic on Leon’s plastron. Fascinating. She would have to look into those properties to see if they could use those to find a way to access Leon’s dimension and get him home.

Maybe.

She was still undecided on whether or not to let him go home yet.

“Tea?” Master Splinter offered from where he knelt beside her, holding up a tea kettle that had been over a small fire (maybe she got her more arsonist tendencies from him).

“No, thank you, Sensei.”

“You should take him up on it. It’s really good.”

Donna smiled, “I am well aware, but I much prefer coffee beans.” She glanced back at her twin pinning Leon to the grown playfully, before realisation set in and she did a double take. “You’re not Mikey.”

The larger turtle smirked at her, “What gave it away? My handsome stripes? My winning personality? My stunning physique?”

Donna gave him her most deadpan stare, “You’re another version of Leon.”

“In the flesh,” he grinned with a wave of his metal arm, “well mostly.”

Donna snickered at that. “So is it just you or will I finally get to meet your brothers?”

“Not with me, I’m afraid,” the older Leon shrugged at her concerned glance and pointed at a group of four different turtles. “I’m taking care of that lot right now. It grows randomly.” Right on cue, another turtle joined the group. The older Leon held out his hand, “I’m Neon.”

Donna took it, “Donna.” She glanced at the scars that covered the older version of her kid, “Looks like you’ve had it rough. When was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Neon chuckled, answering her question with another question, “You’re a Donnie, so let me ask you, when was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Donna frowned at him, “Touché.”

The three sipped their tea in silence for a bit.

“Hey! Donna! There’s new superheroes here!”

Donna twisted to see her Mikey charging over to them. He stopped right before the tea, giddy and grinning as he hopped up and down, a comic book in his hands.

“Look!” He held it out to her and she took it with the utmost care, “They signed it! They said their names are Batman and Nightwing! Apparently there’s more of them and I need to find them and collect all the-“

It had been a long time since Mikey had geeked out over comic books. Leo used to do that, always the sci-fi nerd. Leon, unfortunately, didn’t know enough lore to be able to join in with the infodumping.

“Excuse me,” Neon interrupted as Mikey took a moment to finally breathe, “but would you sign this?” He held out what looked like a strangely wordy and legal document.

“Of cour-“

Donna, of course, grabbed the pen and contract and scowled at the turtle wearing her kid’s face. She read over the contract in her hands.

Donna read it again.

She held it out and pointed at it.

“This is an adoption form!” She accused, making her father spit out all his tea as he hacked up a lung. Right now however, she didn’t care and glared at the other turtle.

“Yep.”

“We’re mutant turtles.”

“Yep.”

“We aren’t legal.”

“Usually, yeah.”

“What do you mean usually?” She snarled at him, making sure her brother was safely behind her.

“Normal human laws don’t apply here. That form is perfectly legal in here. I’m pretty sure we all randomly have birth certificates, even if they are inaccurate.”

Now that was an interesting tidbit.

Donna sneered, “You don’t get to adopt my family, legally or otherwise.”

Neon rolled his eyes, “You can stop me.”

Donna tilted her head with a smile, “Well I suppose I’ll have to adopt you.”

The larger turtle gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Donna twisted on her heel and stalked away to gather her team. It was time for a custody battle.

Master Splinter finally managed to expel all the liquid from his lungs, only to find himself alone, except for a tiny lizard creature watching him curiously.

He held out a cup of tea to them, “Would you like some?”

Splinter’s entire vision turned blue as some strange burning sensation consumed his body. It dissipated soon enough, leaving the rat mutant singed.

He coughed and the lizard wandered off. Splinter missed his old cage in Master Yoshi’s dojo.

That was it! He was retiring to Tahiti!