could you please do 29 for dialouge prompts, leo and donnie?
dialogue prompts
29. “Tell me where it hurts, and be specific.”
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When they were little, Donatello’s twin was his translator.
Donnie was the last of the turtles to start talking—though the first to start reading and writing and dismantling kitchen appliances—and no amount of coercion or bribery or outright begging was enough to get a single word out of him in English or Japanese before he was good and ready.
Splinter was in over his head already just by having four unplanned children to raise who were not even the same species as him. He fretted about his sons’ health and their development in those early years, and had absolutely no one he could turn to for regular parenting advice, let alone advice on what was and was not normal for mutant turtle children.
He tells the story now with a rueful good humor granted only by hindsight and a decade and a half of distance, but at the time, Donatello refusing his second meal in a row while blinking silently in face of his father’s increasingly worried questions probably would have driven Splinter to tear his fur out if not for the contribution made by Donnie’s talkative striped shadow.
“It’s the, uh, the red things, daddy,” Leo piped up. “He doesn’t like those.”
Splinter blinked at him, and then down at the plate Donnie was refusing to so much as look at it.
“The tomatoes?” he said.
“Tomatoes,” Leo parroted. “They’re hard outside and squishy inside. He doesn’t like things like that. And they touched everything else so all of it is no good now!”
Never having considered that texture, of all things, could be the issue—and kicking himself for it—Splinter scrambled a fresh pair of eggs for his stubborn little softshell. He skipped the cherry tomatoes, and sliced a bell pepper instead that he made sure to put on the opposite side of the portioned plastic plate.
Donnie sniffed his fresh plate of plain eggs suspiciously, but it passed his inspection. He crunched into a piece of bell pepper so eagerly that he must have been hungry. Splinter sank back in his chair with an exhale that left him feeling like a deflated balloon.
Leo, eating the discarded tomatoes out of Donnie’s original breakfast, giggled at him. He was the first of Splinter’s babies to start speaking, and the sound of his bright voice tripping eagerly over clumsy human words rarely failed to coax a smile out of his father.
“Thank you, baby,” he said, poking Leo on the edge of his beak and earning himself another peal of bubbly laughter. “I’m glad one of us speaks Purple’s language or I might have set us up for failure big-time.”
“‘Course I do! ‘Cause we’re twins!” Leo said happily, with only half an idea what the word meant, but happy for any reason to be one of a pair with his best friend. Donnie knew very well what the word meant and simply nodded along, because he was happy, too.
Now that they’re older, and Donatello no longer needs a translator, he finds himself returning the favor instead. Leo is far from nonverbal—Leo talks too much—but he hardly ever actually says anything. He can pontificate and harangue and lecture to lengths of absolute absurdity without giving a single word of substance away that he doesn’t want to give away.
Donnie can read him like a book. Like one of his favorite books that he doesn’t actually have to read, because he knows every page by heart.
The summer after the world didn’t end, Donnie’s twin becomes someone unfamiliar.
He’s self destructive in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. He seeks out things that scare him, lingering above the death drop an extra second even though he’s been afraid of heights since he was fourteen.
It’s obvious that he’s trying to train himself out of weakness. No more fear, no more lazy Sunday mornings, no more silly Nardo.
Raph and Mikey have clocked it, too, in their own ways. At first Raph was pleasantly surprised when Leo beat him to the dojo for training, ribbing him amicably when he was also the last to leave. But then Leo started turning down Mario Kart tournaments and ninja tag in favor of shutting himself away and working working working to correct an internal ugliness that just didn’t exist. Mikey’s used to being the exception to every rule, used to arms opening for him wherever he goes, and the way his sweet, sunny smile slips every time Leo talks around joining him on the sofa for Kitchen Nightmares reruns—or explains away why he’s skipping dinner—is one of the worst things Donnie’s ever seen.
At the very least, Leonardo doesn’t lie to Donatello’s face. He’s stopped looking him in the eye altogether.
You’re not going anywhere without me, Donnie thinks at him, ready to dig in his heels and fight like hell.
It’s hard to say how long it would have gone on, but one late night Leo limps home and Donnie is waiting for him, arms folded, tolerance for foolishness nonexistent.
“What, are you tracking me?” Leo jokes half-heartedly. And then, when Donnie doesn’t blink, he adds, “Wait, actually?”
“Don’t waste my time with questions we both know the answer to,” Donnie says, and points Leo directly towards the medbay. Leo, who had been angled toward the bathroom instead, likely because he can close the door and suffer in private with no one the wiser, sighs loudly and course-corrects.
The lights in the medbay are stark and bright, humming to life when Donnie flips the switches. He clocks the way Leo looks over his shoulder, to see how far the light has traveled past the open door, restless with wondering if he’s going to have to save face in front of someone else.
All of this? All this behavior? Donnie hates this.
Larger-than-life Leonardo seems small as he boosts himself up onto the edge of the bed. The infirmary is the one place he never puts on airs, the one place he takes seriously because his family’s health and safety has never once been a punchline to him. He peels off all his false layers at the door. He’s back to not meeting Donnie’s eyes.
“Tell me where it hurts, and be specific,” Donatello says.
“Your bedside manner could use some work,” Leonardo replies. His mask of wily good humor limps along a lot like he had limped through the front door, like the least funny thing in the world. “That’s why between the two of us I’m the team medic.”
“And I’m two minutes from pulling the fire alarm and making this a house party,” Donnie says frankly. His tone isn’t gentle, isn’t quite angry. He’s somewhere in the middle, gentleness and anger fighting for the spot that affection has never once surrendered and never once will.
He hates the way his twin’s eyes get wet, staring down at his own bruised knees, knuckles stark white and standing out like a string of pearls where his hands are bunched in the thin blanket he’s sitting on. He hates that it’s come to this, the quiet of midnight in the medbay, the brightest light in Donnie’s life dimmed and miserable and so clearly struggling. It’s laughable that Leo really thought he could have hidden it forever.
Donnie sits beside him on the bed and says, “What if I quit?”
The non-sequitur takes Leo by surprise. He was clearly expecting a full frontal assault and glances sideways at Donnie briefly.
“Quit what?”
“My bad, I should have been more specific,” Donnie allows. “I meant, what if I quit being a ninja? I have better things I could be doing, and I don’t like getting hurt.” Leo is staring at him fully now, totally bewildered. Flabbergasted, even. It melts some of the sternness Donnie has been careful to shore up for this conversation. “Would you love me less?” he asks.
It would have been kinder if he’d slapped him. “Don’t say that,” Leo says, barely any air behind it.
“Are you more capable than I am?” Donnie steamrolls on. “Are you better at caring about people than me?”
“Of course not. I don’t think—I didn’t say—”
“Then why do you have to be perfect if I don’t?” Donnie presses the advantage ruthlessly. “Why aren’t you allowed to struggle and doubt and spectacularly fuck up every now and then without raking yourself over the coals for it?”
Leo glances over at the door automatically, like Raph is going to be summoned by the bad word. He’s sixteen, he’s just sixteen, Donnie wants to scream it loud enough that those resistance fighters in Casey’s future who thought it was a halfway decent idea to put a child in charge could hear him.
Earlier Donnie thought that Leo looked smaller here. Now he thinks he can tell by looking how much weight he’s lost since August. There’s a deficit of Leo in this world and his whole family is feeling it keenly.
Raph wants to scoop Leo off the sofa when he stays up too late and tuck him into bed, wants to listen to him filling the comms with chatter on those nights when patrol stretches long and dull. He misses his little brother, the messy, gangly, growing up little guy Raph used to get to carry. No one wants to tell Leo he shouldn’t or can’t grow up, but none of them want to watch him become a person even he doesn’t really want to be.
Mikey wants to bicker over who gets to play Sonic in Smash Bros and to eat cookies while they’re still hot from the oven with the person he admires so much, who taught him all the best cheats in Smash Bros and that fresh cookies in the falling apart stage, pre-icing, are better than ones that have cooled.
‘Sometimes you gotta get burned to get results,’ ten-year-old Leo had announced, but he was always the one who lifted the cookies off the sheet pan, he never let Mikey burn his fingers.
That goofy, clever kid who was always getting them all into trouble and talking their way out of it again is worth a thousand made-up Master Leonardos.
Leo keeps his face lowered, shoulders hunched, because he knows what he’ll see if he scrapes together the courage to meet Donnie’s gaze. He’ll see the love blazing in his twin’s face like one of those digital billboards towering above Times Square and somehow he’s convinced himself he doesn’t deserve it.
Donnie doesn’t give a damn what Leo has decided he deserves. Donnie’s going to love him anyway, whether he likes it or not. If he wants to grow up so badly, then he can stop acting like a kid pushing vegetables around on his plate and swallow the truth.
Until then, it’s okay if he doesn’t. They can be kids awhile longer. It’ll be like when they were babies, when Donatello would rather go hungry than stomach certain textures. Leo never let Donnie sit alone at the breakfast table, keeping him cheerful, babbling company, even when their brothers had moved off to play.
This time Leo is the picky eater, and Donnie isn’t going anywhere without him, either.
Finally able to share this comic I did for the @turtlestogetherzine bonus zine! I was and still am reall proud of it, since I never really get to do paneling like this!
I also wrote a fic for the main zine, which I might share later! It's also turtle tots, so I'd probably be adding it to my rise drabbles on ao3 :)
So I just realized the archetypes of In Stars and Time and the rise turtles fit really well.
We have the smart mouthed rogue that hides any hint of actual feelings with bad puns.
The intelligent researcher that does Not Believe in the magic bullshit but secretly really cares even though they try to hide it.
We have Himbo Teddy Bear
There's the youngest that loves cooking and tries his best to help with the weird emotions in the room even if he sometimes has the grace of a falling hammer
Mirabelle doesn't have a great equivalent because rottmnt doesn't have the sort of shy, kind character she embodies in its cast but she's also God's favorite little special chew toy with magic powers so. Hamato Jazz.
It would be interesting to try and make a time loop Leo au, since a lot of his personality flaws match with Siffrin's even if he isn't quite as traumatized and he doesn't believe himself inherently unlovable and disgusting. (Not in Canon anyway. Hoo boy the death wish series is Something/pos)
But refusing to try and ask for help? Beating his head against a wall trying to fix the problem his way until his brothers have to fight him to get off the one-way track his mind is on?
Even after asking his brothers for input in the movie, he still takes the final action of trapping the Krang alone, without any of their input. I could see this bastard get stuck in a timeloop and assume he has to fix it himself and just run blindly with that assumption.
Also remembering the scene where Siffrin is just. So happy they're in a time loop because it means their mistakes are inpermanent and. Yeah. That feels like a thing Leo would do.
Omg I love thmmmmm. Your leosagi arts have this color balance I adore. Usagi's scrunchie gives me life and I love leo yapping to usagi's delight. Your art gives me life!
Hello! Do you have any WIPs or unfinished drawings you can show us? 😊
Hullo :D
,,,,YEAH lmao I have a ton of stuff unfinished rn! I plan on finishing all of it eventually but I can show bits and pieces :D there’s some spoilery stuff for the fairy au though so,,,, uh tread with caution ig
leosagi first encounter drawings that I’ll finish at SOME FUCKING POINT I have them sitting at the front of my tmnt folder and every single fucking time I open it I have to stare at these unfinished canvases it’s pissing me off
two random things i wanna work on a bit more before they’re posted
doodles for pb&j fairy lore comic cuz I wanna start getting into the actual plot
Watching clips of the new TMNT game and it feels like it took Persona inspiration with the Social-links esque leveling system and highly stylized UI. I kinda hope to see fics about Raph and the one-legged pool girl. Or if not side story stuff, then at least Feral Mikey. Always love me some drug induced turtle v turtle conflict. (2012 I'm looking at you)
Related note hilarious that the canon reason the turtles aren't infected by a water-borne mutant-targeting poison is because they just. Don't drink water. Exclusively soda.
Watching clips of the new TMNT game and it feels like it took Persona inspiration with the Social-links esque leveling system and highly stylized UI. I kinda hope to see fics about Raph and the one-legged pool girl. Or if not side story stuff, then at least Feral Mikey. Always love me some drug induced turtle v turtle conflict. (2012 I'm looking at you)
Got a Leo acryllic stand from @miniyunart. It's absolutely gorgeous, and the cute packaging and bonus stickers are a delight. High reccomend you go check out the artist's etsy! This particular figure isn't there anymore but they have adorable stickers and gorgeous prints.
Shop Fun fanmerch for a show that deserves the best! by TheMiniyuna located in Houston, Texas. Smooth shipping! Has a history of shipping on
Got a Leo acryllic stand from @miniyunart. It's absolutely gorgeous, and the cute packaging and bonus stickers are a delight. High reccomend you go check out the artist's etsy! This particular figure isn't there anymore but they have adorable stickers and gorgeous prints.
Shop Fun fanmerch for a show that deserves the best! by TheMiniyuna located in Houston, Texas. Smooth shipping! Has a history of shipping on
@lara-cairncross got a bug and wanted to draw kendra! I imagine she lords her ability to fly to hold donnie's things (especially the clusmy metal and fabric he gets from April) out of his reach. Vidia movie 1 kind of disposition in general.
Red-Eared slider getting an entire toy gem stuck inside its shell and having to have external help to get it removed.
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I need to see this as a tot Leo oneshot
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