#the whole softshells swallowing their food whole thing

[lizord-lord]

donnie is an extremely picky eater. leo is a somewhat picky eater. despite this, leo still has it worse, because whenever donnie encounters food he has to eat but doesn’t like he just shovels the entire contents of the plate into his gullet and swallows it in one bite and then watches smugly as leo has to sit there and suffer through the torture of chewing his food

leo: this tastes awful

donnie: unfortunate. *upturns plate into his mouth* have you considered getting good?

[tmngoose]

Since you wanted writing asks, what about young Donnie and his adventures with swallowing things whole? (possibly with his horrified family nearby)

Asfggfs — CW; for irresponsible handling of food & the swallowing of it:

Splinter sighed, at peace with his recliner and the endless drone of the home shopping network.

“Dad! Dad!”

Splinter’s ear twitched as his sons stampeded into the living room. Raph was carrying Donnie over his head like a wooden board, while Leo and Mikey had their arms full of food taken out from the fridge.

Splinter eyed the pack of turtle tots suspiciously. Before he could question them, Mikey flapped his hands excitedly, “You gotta see what Donnie can do!!”

“Oh?” Splinter raised a brow as Raph planted the Softshell back on his feet. As miffed as he was with his sons plundering the fridge, he couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued by whatever Purple’s hidden talent was...

“Observe!” Leo held up a thick log of salami. Raph and Mikey joined Splinter on the recliner, perching on its armrest.

Leo gave the salami to Donnie. There was a dramatic hush as Donnie examined the deli-meat, mentally measuring its length and width.

Suddenly, Donnie shoved the entire thing into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Splinter jumped out of his chair, nearly knocking Raph and Mikey off the armrest.

“What are you crazy?!” Splinter forced open Donnie’s mouth. “You are going to choke like—“

The salami was gone. Splinter was shocked, disturbed, and quite impressed.

Donnie smiled proudly, then turned to his siblings, “Ta-da!” His brothers cheered and sang praises of their brother’s amazing (yet weird) skill.

Splinter rubbed his temples. He could see this getting out of control in a heartbeat. He supposed now would be a good time to teach his sons about the importance of chewing one’s food...

[remmushound]

Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles, chapter 4: Adventures in Turtle Sitting @scentedcandlecryptid @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz

April and Casey came quickly into the lair, their arms lined with shopping bags practically overflowing with baby gear.

“Sorry we’re late— we got here as fast as we… could…” April trailed off when she saw the state of Michelangelo.

The young mutant was sitting in a large box on the floor, surrounded by three toddlers hanging on him like he was a jungle gym. Donatello was crying while being cracked in Michelangelo’s arms. Leonardo was rubbing his eyes repeatedly as he laid in Michelangelo’s lap. Raphael was using Michelangelo as a step stool so he could chew on the corner of the cardboard and drool— which spilled onto Michelangelo’s head. Michelangelo was slumped, too tired to stop any of the activities occurring around him, but he scrambled to meet his friends as they arrived.

“Four hours.” Michelangelo growled, showing too much teeth as he spoke and his eyes too wide for anyone sane.

“Four hours?” April asked softly, risking a glance at Cassandra; the older girl looked just as concerned and almost terrified.

“FOUR HOURS!” Michelangelo restated loudly, “That’s how long Donnie has been crying for!”

Michelangelo held up Donatello in his left hand; the toddler looked even worse than Michelangelo, if that was possible. His cheeks were hot and ashen from crying for so long, his eyes red, face streaked. In between cries, he’d suck in gasps of breath, only to start crying again. His sobs were plagued with hiccups, and every time one of the spasms passed, it only made the startled baby cry even harder.

“Leo’s exhausted! But will he go to sleep? Noooo!”

Michelangelo growled as he tried once more to lay Leonardo down in his arms. Leonardo whined and tried to sit up; Michelangelo shoved him back down again, and the pattern continued until Michelangelo gave up.

“And Raph won’t stop trying to eat everything!”

Right on cue, Raphael finally pulled off a chunk of cardboard and started to happily chew on it. Michelangelo shoved the twins into each of the girls’ arms before hurrying over to pry Raphael’s mouth open and paw the cardboard out, scooping Raphael into his arms.

“Don’t eat that!”

Cassandra whistled; it was the only appropriate response she could think of. April shoved Leonardo into Cassandra's arms, taking the rest of the bags from Cassandra and hurrying into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later and the three were sitting crisscross on the floor, each cradling a baby on their lap while supporting the toddler’s heads with one hand and offering a bottle with the other. Cassandra had Raphael and, while the snapper wasn't particularly interested in the milk, what he was interested in was the chewy rubber nipples. Cassandra saw no harm in letting the baby chew— the action was still milking the bottle, even if a little unorthodox. Most of the milk was dribbling out of the snapper's maw, bubbling and spilling over his fresh new onesie. Raphael gave another happy chomp and with the bite, the nipple was severed in two, making all the contents of the bottle spill out onto the unsuspecting toddlers face. Cassandra lifted Raphael upright immediately, quickly swiping the milk from Raphael’s nose and eyes while the toddler coughed and, eventually, started to laugh despite his newly drenched state.

Leonardo was absolutely refusing to accept the bottle and Michelangelo was starting to get frustrated. He had tested the temperature of the milk himself so he knew it wasn’t too hot! And it was milk, it couldn’t have that tasted bad! Yet still, whenever Michelangelo would bring the bottle near the slider, Leonardo would whine and cover his face as if it were the scariest thing in the world. Eventually, he resisted Michelangelo’s attempts to keep him in a feeding position, flipping around so his back was to Michelangelo and he could hide from the terrifying bottle.

Donatello accepted the bottle from April without much incident. April smiled smugly, keeping the bottle and the turtle in position as she looked up to brag to her friends about how good she was with babies. Before she could say so much as a word, however, Donatello started to swallow more of the bottle. By the time she noticed, Donatello already had over half the bottle stuck in his mouth and was trying to swallow more of it. His eyes were teary and he looked extremely distressed by the whole situation, but he was too hungry to care.

“Donnie no!” April pulled the bottle away from him.

Donatello grasped at the air, eyes wide as he processed what happened to his food. Then he started to cry again. April hoisted the baby up against her, standing to gently rock the softshell. His crying triggered Leonardo to cry, which in turn triggered Raphael, until all three starving toddlers were wailing at the tops of their lungs for food.

“Ugh! Make him stop!” Cassandra whined, covering her ears to try and muffle the screams.

“Hey Mikey, did you notice they have teeth?” April had to yell to be heard.

“What about it?” Michelangelo was snippy but he didn't mean to be.

“I mean— they are reptiles.” April pointed out, “Maybe they eat solids!”

Ten minutes later and there was finally silence as the three happy toddlers ate their applesauce's greedily. There was no need for spoons when their hands worked just as well; in Donatello’s case, he shoved his entire face in the cup and came out looking bewildered with a face covered in applesauce, wondering how in the world that could’ve happened.

Cassandra left Raphael chewing on the cup as she stood up, sorting through the bags until she pulled out a box of premature baby diapers.

“Had to go to three different stores to find these. Better get them on before they empty the apple sauce load.”

Michelangelo shuttered. “Good idea. I’ll help.”

“And I’ll set up some cribs out of some old shoe boxes.” April said.

The three toddlers were all too happy to be left to their own devices and eat their fill of the sweet fruit. It took several trials and errors before Michelangelo was able to figure out how to put on the diapers. The premature diapers were too big, even for Raphael, so they had to improvise ways to tie the diapers tighter so they wouldn't slip off. The minute the diapers were in place, Raphael gave a sly little grin and his diaper got heavier. Cassandra sighed and put Raphael back down on the ground to get him clean.

“At least I got a clean one.” April smiled, and right on cue Donatello upchucked his applesauce all over himself. April took a deep breath and held the confused and upset Donatello away from her body as he started to cry. She passed him over to Michelangelo. “Hold this while I make a bath.”

“For you or the baby?”

“I’ll decide on the way!”

One bath later and Donatello was happy as ever. He was laid into his crip with a tiny purple rag as a pillow, rolling over on his plastron to snuggle the rag. Raphael was already asleep and drooling into the sock that was his pillow, starting to absently teeth on it. Leonardo, however, was being much more stubborn with laying down.

“So twenty four hours huh?” April said as she started to sooth Donatello to sleep, “We need a game plan to find her ASAP.”

“I was thinking you stayed here with the toddlers while me and CJ go find Jellybean!” Michelangelo declared.

“What?” April scoffed, “Casey is new girl— she should watch the babies while we go save the day!”

“Uh, no!” Cassandra scoffed, “I’m a born fighter! If anyone, it should be Michelangelo staying with them! They’re his brothers!”

“What? Of course I’m going!” Michelangelo frowned.

Leonardo had started to climb out of his crib when he noticed Michelangelo wasn’t watching, flopping down in Donatello’s crib and giving a happy cluck at the reunion. Donatello looked up and smiled wide, opening his arms and making grabby hands for his brother. Leonardo fell against the softness of Donatello’s plastron and gave a happy churr.

“Then that settles it.” April said, promptly plucking Leonardo out of Donatello’s crib and plopping him back in his own. “We’re going together!

Donatello whined, grasping at the air that Leonardo had disappeared into. Leonardo gave a loud ‘nuuuuh’ and stiffened his body as April tried to lay him down.

“At least they’re quiet now.” Cassandra commented.

Leonardo and Donatello both broke down into sobs.