For anyone who might be wondering, the fact that Donnie gets lost is 90% his fault and 10% Splinter's fault. Splinter hadn't been paying attention to the boys because he'd heard Kraang trying to surround them outside and rapidly started packing their things.
The boys knocked over their box while being goobers and playing, and Donnie just. Took off. Yeeted his shell across the room.
The Kraang came barging in, and Splinter barely had time to grab their box and make it out without getting gunned down.
Donnie made it out without being captured because the Kraang were focused on the giant rat with a box of turtles. Thankfully, Donnie had the sense to duck away from the scary, loud robots, and they passed right by his hiding place. Splinter didn't realize that he was missing one of his sons until it was too late to go back.
Luckly (or unluckily?), Tiger Claw finds him later that same day.
It was a badge that he wore with pride, ever since the first day that he’d managed to coax a few words out of the nervous, older teen. He went out of his way to stay out of everyone’s way, but Mikey was unbothered. He had dealt with challenges before.
Donnie was a back of the classroom kind of personality, even if his brain totally could have placed him up front.
Mikey was a middle of the classroom kinda guy. Close enough to look like he wanted to pay attention, and far enough back that the teachers didn’t immediately notice when he wasn’t. He was soo chill like that, and he liked helping others chill out too.
So when he saw the high-strung, awkward, stuttering mess of a foster kid, obviously, he had to help him out!
It had been hard, especially with his bulky twin dragging him around like he was personal property (something Mikey stopped judging him for when he learn about the time that they’d been separated for a few months, and Donnie left the home with concealed bruises and a missing tooth), but Mikey learned to manage.
Much like Raph had his ways of keeping them together, Mikey had his ways of inserting himself into their circle. He was always challenged, always with a sneer (“He bothering you, Don?” Never Donnie, always Don-) and heated glare, like he was always expecting an answer that he never got, no matter how uncomfortable his younger half seemed. (“I’m fine, Raph. Really.”)
(Mikey quickly learned that uncomfortable could sometimes translate into joy. He was uncomfortable when he rambles. He’s uncomfortable at the lunch table with Mikey’s friends. He’s was uncomfortable when Mikey first invited him to his house.)
He wasn’t uncomfortable the first time they met. It was something else. Something that stole his voice and made him hunch in on himself, looking at Mikey like he came from another planet.
Mikey didn’t let that bother him. With the sporty twin distracted on the field, Mikey swooped in with the perfect excuse (“yeah, that’s my big bro, Leo, riiiight over there”) an easy lie (“Oh, yeah, I tots come watch him practice all the time.”) and a bright smile to keep the conversation going. (It was a one-sided conversation for the first few times, but he came around eventually. Everyone does!)
Seriously, it took foreeever to start getting a good reading on the guy, but once he did, it was like finally striking a match and getting a fire so big that it burned your fingers. He was awesome.
He had sketch books filled with all kinds of crazy things and a brain big enough to actually build them. Mikey volunteered his backyard as a construction site and, within two week, they had a crazy flying assault drone. One that he immediately used to fire nerf bullets at their brothers as they walked up the driveway.
He’d tried to hand the remote back and Donnie refused.
“You can keep it.” He smiled, eyes shining with pride, “I can’t take it to the house anyway.”
It was always ‘to the house’ and never ‘home.’
It made Mikey sad, but he talked about happy things instead.
There was a lot to be happy about! Mikey introduced Donnie to everything that he knew. Carnivals, movie theaters, arcades, laser tag, and museums (Mikey loved the exhibits, Donnie gushed over the information behind them) were the tip of the iceberg. They went on hikes and had sleepovers and messed around in the dojo and played pranks that their brothers always tracked back to them. They would be uno-reversed and then the dynamic duo would have to get more creative to return the favor.
(Donnie introduced Mikey to things that he never knew too. A patient voice walking him along assignments that he can’t sit through. An attentive eye that noticed the little things that got lost in big groups- words gone unheard, downcast looks flicking by, hidden fears that come out in nervous laughter, false confidence in a bright grin that never dares to fade- and never hesitated to remind him that they mattered. He mattered. Donnie heard and saw everything, and Mikey slowly realized what it was like to be seen without trying.)
They built all kinds of fire things in the backyard- literally set it on fire once!- because Papa was afraid that they’d blow up the house. Leo tattled on them often, but Papa would take one look at Mikey’s big, guilty eyes and Donnie’s honest, sheepish smile, and they’d be off the hook. It frustrated Leo to no end, but Mikey thinks that easy forgiveness is why Raph kept coming over.
(Raph had that rebel vibe and didn’t seem to like anyone, much less his twin, but he still kept coming over, and stranger still, spending all his time with mightier-than-though Leo. He actually listens to their father, looking to him for advice, which Mikey only discovered because he came home early and found them talking in low voice.)
(Raph was relaxed and attentive. Mikey left them alone. Wonders of the universe never ceased to happen in the Hamato home.)
Mikey asked Donnie why he was so mean all the time. Donnie stood up, dirt on his pants and a black smear on his cheek, thinking deeply about a simple question, “Adults don’t care about you when you’re nice. Being mean is the only reason we stay together.”
Mikey catches the paintbrush as it falls off his nose. Some of the paint splatters on his shirt. “You’re not mean.”
“I can do stuff.” Donnie shrugs as he digs in the borrowed tool box. “People notice that too.”
“But you said that his temper gets you guys in trouble.”
“I’m okay with being in trouble.” Donnie turns around, desired tool procured. “As long as he’s there.”
“But I didn’t know you could do stuff.” Mikey presses. (He’s plenty nice and that’s why people notice him. Couldn’t Raph do that too?)
“I know.” Donnie smiles, in his small, sheepish way. It’s infectious, and Mikey always beams back. “Not everyone is you, though.”
“One of a kind, brah.”
“Yeah,” Donnie looks away, kneeling back down. “You are.”
They were both one of a kind. It was what made them so great.
They always managed to make their interests link, to find a way to have both wants met. Something only came between them once.
(Mikey remembers the horrible night of his school play, when Donnie had the mechanics meet where his club would show off their inventions. How the week before they’d bickered endlessly about how Mikey needed Donnie to be in the crowd- he was scared of losing the words, of messing up in front of the school, he needed him- his club could show off the inventions without him!)
(Donnie had gone cold, ignoring his attempts to reach out.)
(The next day, Mikey went to his foster house. He waited there on the doorstep, refusing to budge until Donnie came out. He did, eyes puffy, and Mikey wanted to shake him, selfish and mean and terrified of losing him. “Why did that matter more than me?” Donnie, selfish and mean and terrified too, didn’t hesitate, “No thing matters more than you. But I had to go. I had too.” And Mikey sobbed. And Donnie sobbed. And they hugged. And that was that.)
Donnie opened doors that Mikey never knew had been closed. He was Mikey’s secret-keeper, a lock-box that no force on earth could open. Mikey was determined to be the same, no matter how bad his stories got. Donnie needed to tell them and nothing in this world, not even his crazy, silly brain, would convince him not to listen.
“Kids don’t like nerds.” Donnie placed one of Mikey’s plastic stars on the wall next to his bed. They both loved space, even if it was for different reasons. “They don’t like feeling dumb. I’ve been a lot of places, but it’s always the same. They like you until they learn that you could be in college. And that makes the adults mad.”
Mikey makes a dog with tiny stars. “Why?”
“Because I’m wasting potential.” He stares at the star. “I could be doing great things. I should be doing great things.”
Mikey smiles, “Your constellations are really great.”
“Great enough to make mom proud?” He presses it against the wall. “Or to make Raph’s life better?”
“I bet your mom would be proud.” Donnie lays on the bed, knees pulled up to his chest. Mikey lays next to him, hands tucked behind his head and shoes on the wall. “And why isn’t that the adults job? Why are they mad at you for it?”
Donnie shrugs, “I guess I’m not smart enough to know that.”
“Still.” Mikey looks at him. “Bet your mom’s super proud.”
He plays with his hands, looking at the stars. “Yeah?”
Mikey reaches over to squeeze his arm, “Totally.”
They were the perfect pair. They were the ideal friends.
Everything was great, until the rainy night that the Shen brothers appeared on their doorstep and said that they were being moved hours away. If there was a reason for it, Mikey was having a hard time catching it through Donnie’s heartbroken stutters and Raph’s dense silence. And Mikey couldn’t make it better.
He froze there in the living room and all he could think was,
He’s leaving. He’s going away. He’s leaving.
I’m losing my best friend.
And Leo- rude Leo, perfect Leo, stiff Leo, dull Leo, tattle tale Leo (two-in-the-morning drunk laughter Leo, always gets Mikey the best birthday gifts Leo, first to speak up for the little guy Leo) decides to walk up and wrap his arms around the kid who had been no more than a nuisance to him for months, and say, “I’m sorry.”
Mikey watches Donnie break, knees knocking, tears streaming, hands clawing into the fabric of his soaked t-shirt as he blurts that he doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to doesn’t want to why can’t he stay he wants to stay he can’t lose them can’t lose them please please-
Donnie sobs. Raph watches him, motionless.
Their father sets a gentle hand on his shoulder, “I will find you dry clothes.”
“I’m not going back.” Raph says, oddly void of emotion, once again using singular when he meant it to be plural. “They don’t want me.”
His father squeezes, gentle, “I will pass the message that you will be staying over tonight.”
He blinks, like someone in a daze, and looks at him. He mutters. “We’re not supposed to be here.”
His father is quiet. Leo, now in need of a change of clothes himself, says, “It’ll be rude to bother them so late, drag them out here. We can tell them in the morning, right father?”
Their fathers nods. Donnie cries. Mikey scrubs the tears from his cheeks and goes to make everyone hot chocolate.
(And if he crumbles there alone on the kitchen floor while the pot boils, that’s between him and the stove. But the stove will never tell because it can’t, and Mikey will never tell because it’s not Mikey’s place to steal away attention and be this sad when he has it so good.)
When he comes back with the mugs, he finds his father gone and Leo on the rug, running his hands through Donnie’s hair, muttering under his breath, watching Raph.
His best friend, who’s leaving too. Raph stares through the wall.
Mikey sets the mugs down, walks towards him, and wraps his arms around the older teen. He squeezes his eyes shut, cheek pressed into the sticky wet fabric, and says, “I’ll miss you.”
Like a robot learning human affection, his arms slowly inch their way up. Then the hug is being returned, and he grumbles, “You don’t even like me.”
“I like you a lot.” He says, because he learned to while seeing the world through Donnie’s eyes. “You’re a good brother.”
“I’m not.” He bites. “It’s my fault. It’s always my-”
His voice cracks. His mouth shuts audibly.
After a moment, Raph tightens his grip.
His breathing changes. Mikey’s shoulder gets wet.
He thinks it might not be hair that is dripping.
He doesn’t have a clear memory of the rest of the night. He knows that Leo is the only one who drank the hot chocolate, sitting close to Mikey as the others changed. He remembers hugging Donnie, skinny arms clinging around him like they never wanted to let go, and feeling something deep in him tearing when they eventually do. He can see Leo handing Raph his old phone, looking him dead in the eyes like a promise being passed, softly asking, “Text me whenever.”
He wakes up sitting in the armchair, fogged brain taking in Leo’s missing presence and the couch where Donnie and Raph are reclining. Raph’s arm is over his younger twin’s chest, leg hanging off the recliner, free of the blanket that hides most of a friend who’d improved Mikey’s life to the point that he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to go back. Back to friends that he can’t share secrets with and activities that are perfectly safe without smiles that make him feel like he single-handedly brought the sun to a dark planet.
He finds out that Leo’s in the kitchen helping their father make breakfast. They’re talking in low voices, quieting when the rest of the small group walks in. Mikey’s clinging to Donnie’s hand. Donnie doesn’t look at him, but he also doesn’t pull away.
Mikey has to let go so he can go to the van in their driveway.
They get a few steps, before Raph pauses in his tracks.
Without a word, he spins around and charges back up the stairs, throwing himself at their dad. He holds onto him, shaking, and he whispers, “I’m sorry.”
“I am proud of how far you’ve come.” Papa soothes as he returns the embrace. “Be safe, young one. Be strong.”
“Yeah.” He pulls away. “Okay.”
And he stomps back to the vehicle, snagging Donnie’s wrist as he goes. Donnie doesn’t fight him, waving before he gets inside, door slamming shut behind his twin.
Mikey waves until the van leaves his sight and then he runs inside.
He locks his bedroom door behind him and stays there.
Hours later, the door unlocks from the outside and Leo comes in.
The light from the stars on his wall is gone, so Mikey throws a pillow. It bounces harmlessly off his side. He’s quiet, sitting down at his desk (Mikey’s desk that Leo claimed because he never used it and Leo didn’t have room for one in his bedroom) to work. He turns on music (Mikey’s playlist- he hates Mikey’s playlist when he’s working) and starts reading some book that doesn’t matter.
And Mikey stares at him and stares at him and stares at him and then whines, over the music, “I don’t want them to leave.”
“I know.” Leo rubs his eyes, sighing. “Me neither.”
And somehow that makes Mikey feel a teeny bit better.
They numb the ache together until the weekend ends. The twins don’t show up and Mikey gets sympathetic back pats and gentle smiles from teachers and it only makes him more miserable because Donnie’s going to some strange place where he won’t get that.
Donnie is always on his mind, in the fires on the tv shows and the drone under his bed and any smiles with a gap and the long boring lectures and the comic that Donnie’s never heard of and the tools that had been moved to the garage and the dead grass in the backyard. He though of him as he sent out birthday invitations, and when Leo pulled out his phone to check for responses that Raph hardly ever gave because his foster family didn’t believe in meat products, giving wifi passwords, or children with technology.
He thought about him as the guests arrived and presents were all opened. He concentrated on him when he blew out the candles.
Mikey thinks about him late that night when he should have been sleeping, teddy bear taken out of his drawer and hugged close to his chest. (Donnie didn’t think it was silly- he cradled it like it mattered- “I had one when mom was still here.”) He hoped that wherever Donnie was, he had something fluffy of his own to cuddle with.
(He should have given him the bear.)
Mikey wakes up miserable, heading downstairs and smiling at a fully dressed Leo (Mikey should probably find his shoes). Leo smiles back and says that father’s out. (He’s driving and they’re going to be on time, so get he better get his butt moving.)
(Leo proceeds to makes them ten minutes late because he forces Mikey find his math textbook before they leave. Mikey doesn’t tell him that he probably won’t be opening it anytime soon.)
Papa isn’t there to pick him up so Mikey’s forced to sit through Leo’s practice. Mikey can’t bear be on the bleachers, so he distracts himself by making sure Leo consistently remembers that he exists (“DID YOU REMEMBER TO PUT ON DEODORANT? YOU KNOW HOW YOU TEND TO SMELL!” “MIKEY!”)
Leo lectures him the entire way home. He refuses to feel any remorse for his actions, pleased to see papa’s car in the driveway.
He goes inside, kicks off his shoes to reveal mismatched socks (“This again, Mikey?”) so Leo will do his laundry, and dashes to find their father for a very good explanation.
“Papa!” He screeches. “I NEED CHEESY BREA-”
He finds his father. And much more.
Donnie and Raph are in the living room, grinning like Mikey does on Christmas morning (Raph knows how to smile?), and Mikey gets two seconds to decide what to do.
So he runs, and Donnie meets him halfway, and as he stands on his tip-toes (did he get tall?), and hugs and hugs and hugs with all the loneliness and pain and love that he’s held inside, he gasps, “YOU DIDN’T COME TO MY PARTY!”
Donnie doesn’t answer, fingers bunching in fabric (like they always do, like he’s always scared to be ripped away), and Raph announces, “It’s not like we didn’t try. Government sucks.”
“Is it official?” Leo questions as he walks up. He hugs Raph, and Raph repropriates, and then they’re splitting apart. “Not really. But Sharon said he could have us ‘til it was.”
“So just more fostering?”
“Basically.”
“What is happening?” Mikey’s voice wobbles in happy betrayal. “Why am I the only one who doesn’t know anything?”
Donnie pulls away, and gestures helplessly, and admits, “They only told me a few hours ago.”
“Wasn’t gonna get your hopes up.” Raph states.
“What he said.” Leo speaks up. (Awful, evil brothers)
Their father adds, “How about you sit down and I explain?”
Mikey wanted to run around and scream with joy, but he sits down right next to Donnie, and learns their family of three is going become a family of five. And like the baby of the family that he still is, Mikey cries. His brothers- all three of them- three brothers- exchange the first set of looks of many that will define their relationship.
And then Donnie’s taking his hand, squeezing their fingers briefly, and smiling with the gap that always proved that someone can be happy despite every reason to feel sad, and pleads, “C’mon, bro. Show me around my new home?”
“You’ve been here.” Mikey laugh, struggling to calm himself down, wiping his snotty nose on his sleeve. “You don’t need me for that.”
“I saw your house.” Donnie beams. “Now I wanna see mine.”
Mikey understands everything unsaid. He’s the Donnie whisperer.
And now he gets to spend the rest of his life listening.
hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that
learned about this ship when i was 10 and proceeded to forget about it for the last 9 years. most forgettable character #1 x most forgettable character #2
"Guy" and "man" have different connotations with adjectival nouns. Like "tree guy" = arborist but "tree man" = he lives in a tree, or maybe he is a tree.
#it's a good thing he teaches middle schoolers #bc if he was teaching any younger he'd be saying shit like “okay guys say goodbye to the fighter jet!" #and half the science team would respond “goodbye fighter jet!” tags via @hylasregilla
Mikey would eat something that tastes disgusting—that even he can’t tolerate—and then he’d find a way to get all his other brothers to eat it as well.
To get Leo to eat it, he’d lie and say that it tastes amazing and goad him into trying it.
To get Donnie to eat it, he’d pretend to eat it in Donnie’s presence and gush over how great it is before finding an excuse to dip out and leave the food behind. Which would inevitably strike Donnie’s curiosity and he’d be basically compelled to try it.
To get Raph to eat it, he’d just say “this is disgusting, try it” and Raph would.
I am stuck and bored and now doing this until I can get up.
Let’s see where it goes.
"I thought you were working on a new invention."
"Inventions are all I do," Donnie grumbles, flat with his cheek pressed against the couch cushion. He turns his head to watch his brother. "Sometimes a guy doesn't wanna work all the time. Why do I even care that much? Not like half of them function properly."
"One of those days?" Leo teases as he sits down across from his brother, feet propped. "Less wrong side of the bed, more woke up in the floor?"
"I know exactly where to put your body when I bury it." He rolls over to stare complacently at the roof. "Unless I repurpose it."
"A cyborg would be cool."
"You'd have to still be alive for that."
"Boo," Leo flips the remote in his hand, "Also wouldn't repurposing my body be a kind of inventing?"
"I'll make an exception." He pauses and then slowly sits up, "Actually-"
"I don't wanna know," Leo says, voice rising to be louder than the temptation. "Whatever it is, I promise I don't want to know."
Donnie deflates into the cushions. "Doesn't matter, if you die your body would probably be disheveled anyhow."
"If it means you'll leave my corpse alone, I hope it is."
"I bet if Splinter let me look for my own parts, inspiration wouldn't be so hard. I’d get so much more done."
"He'll let us up one day, Dee… Then you'll have all the junk you need!"
"Don't laugh at me."
"I'm not laughing!"
"You-"
"Hey," Leo sits next to his brother, metal glinting in the moonlight. "You've been off. One of those days?"
"I don't think I remember what sleep feels like."
Leo gives a soft hum of acknowledgement. "I guess you wouldn't."
Ears flat against the back of his head, Donnie admits, "I don't even remember what it felt like."
"To be in bed?"
"To be on anything comfortable. To feel tired, instead of having a warning pop into my vision."
He leans against Leo, burning against his skin. It used to be to establish a connection, or to have someone else bear his weight, or to share warmth. He doesn't know why Donnie does it now, but despite the frigid bite from the metal, Leo leaves him as he is.
They sit in the dark, at the edge of the forest, looking out to the desert. Donnie had been pacing the perimeter for hours after a morning of snapping at questions and breaking wood with his bare hands. They don’t need a guard. Leo can’t come up with another reason. He’s tempted to ask as minutes tick by. He doesn’t.
"I couldn't repurpose what was left," Donnie says finally. "If it was Raph, I would have let him die. I'd never have put you guys through this. Fugitoid… I knew what it might be like."
Leo has to process this.
"So why'd you do it?"
"He needed me," Donnie pulls away. "I have work to do."
"Have?" He asks, frowning. "Donnie, we're in the oasis. It's- it's nearly paradise. What is there left to do?"
"If we can find it, others can too."
"It's okay to take a break, Dee. We all could use one."
Donnie stands, one of his arms creaking as he does. His eyes glow a bit brighter as he looks it over. He blinks, and they dim.
"We’re out of oil." He mutters, "And that's only going to get more annoying if I don't do anything."
He starts walking.
Leo asks, "Anything I can do?"
'No," He says without looking back. "Just relax. Take that break."
From what I’m seeing in reblogs, Casey having a little sister named Angelica is not a new concept. Oh well! That just means we’ve got a lot of headcanons we can sift through for this OC. Here’s the link to my post detailing some of my headcanons for Angel’s broader arc. The fic is below the cut you guys! Headcanons, criticism, etc. always appreciated! @12yearsoftmnt2012
HC FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC: April’s not there to pick Casey up for patrol because she’s so caught up in finals prep, and she’s actually dedicated to her studies (unlike Casey, who still lives for patrols)
“THE ONE, THE ONLY, ANGELICA JONES”
In the buzzing, faint glow of the lights lining the hallway, Donnie doesn’t quite know what he’s looking at.
Or, that’s not true, he does, at least partially, he corrects himself in his head. He knows several things about this situation.
One: He’d popped by at Leo’s request to alert Casey about patrol tonight. Which was… unusual. In fact, it was Don’s first time standing in their human friend’s complex. Picking up Casey was usually left up to Raph or Mikey, but with one’s shoulder still on the mend, and the other already out gaining the intel Leatherhead had promised for the mission, Donnie had been the only choice left.
And Two: He’d picked the right apartment. He’d checked the address Raph had sent him twice, and he knew from tidbits of pieced-together conversations that Casey’s dad worked graveyard, so no one else should be home.
Which was why, Three: he’d been so confused when the door had swung open before Donnie could even get through the third knock, to reveal a young girl. Streaks of magenta drugstore dye peaking through black sleep-tousled hair. Coke bottle glasses, perched on a nose that looked familiar (albeit straighter), and a cockeyed grin so identical to Casey’s, it was uncanny.
Donatello blinks. He’s caught off guard, of course, but he’s not about to run — not only has she not completely freaked out about the six foot turtle currently standing in front of her, but her eyes are wide, awestruck almost behind the thick black frames. She’s… intrigued, at the very least. A good sign? He’s not quite sure yet.
”Oh my god,” she breathes out, ”You’re Donatello.”
…Alright. Donnie blue screens, gawking right back, and for some stupid reason, can’t think of any better response than a squeaked-out, “Uh…”
And before he can even pull himself out of his stupor, she starts in with a relentless babble, jumbled sentences that sound oddly like praise, peppered in amongst a lot of information she definitely shouldn’t be privy to.
”You’re the one that synthesized the retro mutagen!” She beams, swinging the door open wider. “You turned a multidimensional transmat device into a mass displacement teleporter!”
She’s smart, Donnie observes lamely, as she turns those words over to him like they’re nothing, like she’s comprehending their meaning, and knows he will too. But she’s also brimming with the same ecstatic naïveté he recognizes all too often in fans of his and his brothers’ work. Donatello bristles, eyes narrowing.
Naïveté like that gets people hurt. Or turns them into hideous brainless ooze monsters, that force him to freeze them solid to prevent them from maiming his friends and family.
…That’s neither here nor there.
The girl’s still talking, hands gesticulating around wildly. “I can’t believe it, after all this time! I mean I knew when Casey told me about you that you’d be my favorite, but to meet you in person is just—“
Like the mention of his name summoned him, Casey finally appears behind her, scratching at his chest through his old Rangers jersey, sunken sleep-deprived eyes staring at Donnie under a furrowed brow. Damn, April hadn’t been kidding, the SATs had been putting him through hell.
Donnie waves his hands out in front of him, and the girl finally falls quiet enough for him to mutter, “Casey, what… who—?”
But he’s cut off again, by a small hand gripping his and shaking it firmly. “Oh, my bad. I’m Angelica.”
Donnie glances up at Case with a quirked brow, and the human just rolls his eyes. “My little sister,” he grumbles, reaching out to tug at Angelica’s shoulder. “Who’s supposed to be in bed right now—“
”God, you’re such a buzzkill,” Angelica grouses at him, wrenching her shoulder out of his grasp.
Casey’s back to scowling at Donnie, as he tries to corral her back inside the apartment. “Dude, why’d you use the front door? I told you to come to the window—“
”The window was frozen shut, dude,” Donnie fires back caustically, teeth still chattering while he tries to huddle into the big trenchcoat he donned as his only defense against the cold. “And I could see your dumb ass conked out, drooling all over your textbook. We’re late, and you’re the one explaining all this to Leo.”
”Oh, Leo! The oldest, right?” Angelica pipes up, to Casey’s chagrin. “He’s the one who battled Shred-head, right? Badass.”
Donnie deadpans a look at her brother. “What did you, give her a play-by-play?”
”He talks about you guys all the time.” She grins smugly, while Casey’s face screws up in anguish. “Well, mostly about his goof-offs with Raph or Mikey, but I managed to glean some information on the rest of you guys, too. Ooh! Like how you built an entire Turtle Mech?! How do you even go about rendering schematics for a build like that, with such limited resources—“
Don smothers his incredulous chuckle behind a fist, while Casey claps a hand over his sister’s mouth.
“Shut up, Angel—“ He’s in the middle of hissing, when Angel grabs his thumb and twists it back at an awkward angle, making Casey yelp and lurch to one side.
”Butt out, Casey,” she mutters back, and yeah, Donnie can see the family resemblance.
Been thinking about the mutant apocalypse boys in The Road by @rheadanai lately, so I had to draw them!
This fic is soooo beautifully written. It follows the brain and brawn duo in the early days after the M-Bomb, long before we see them in the show. My attention was grabbed instantly and was held through its entirety. The dialogue and interactions felt so real, and there's a true understanding of the characters. It's so good, please go give it a read!!
This is in reference to the TMNT 2012 Apriltello series of drawings I’ve been doing. This whole concept was originally loosely based off the headcanons by @fabuloustrash05 .
A combo of fan art and mini fics to redeem a ship that I once adored, but now at the ripe age of 24, I understand may need some redos.
Links to all my Apriltello work BTC!
(I do commissions and prints bc I’m poor too if you like any of these and want some let me know)
SEASON 1:
BONUS: Mad Scientist Work: this was the first drawing I did for Apriltello!
1. Homework Help: Early season 1
2. Late Night Mechanic: Early Season 1
3. Promises: “The Gauntlet” Episode, after the Turtles fail to rescue Kirby
4. Coffee Break: After the “TCRI” episode
5. Promises Pt 2: After the “Operation Breakout” episode
6. Stealing Away: After the Season 1 finale
SEASON 2:
1. Supreme Awesomeness: Before the events of “The Mutation Situation”, April tells D about a new boy at school. Chemical chaos ensues.
2. Promises Pt 3: When April finds out the Turtles are at fault for Kirby’s mutation, “The Mutation Situation”
3. Goodbyes: After defeating the Foot bots for April, Donnie follows her back to the ice rink and makes a sad realization.
4. Diner Date: Casey finally convinces April to go out with him
5. Fungus Humungous: Donnie’s real worst fear is realized.
**BONUS: Animatic HERE
6. Graffiti Mishaps: Donnie patches up an injured Casey and Mikey after an escapade. *there’s no April in here but I like it cuz Don/Case are at least friendly
SEASON 3:
1. A Foot Too Big
Part 1: Bigfoot cannot STAND Donnie.
Part 2: April and Raph share sandwiches.
Part 3: Several people get thrown through walls.
Interlude: Endings and beginnings.
2. Driver’s Ed: Toward the end of season 3, Donnie and Casey attempt to help April prepare for her driver’s test. April and Casey are dating, but things are changing quickly.
SEASON 4:
1. Last Chances: During “The Power Inside Her” episode. Donnie missed a lot of opportunities.
2. Pizza for Seven: Karai enjoys a night with her new fam. Gratuitous undercover Apriltello in this one.
3. She’s Beautiful: Donnie loves April but like also… ✨ cars✨
SEASON 5:
BONUS: Goobers being goobers.
1. Seduction Tactics: Vampire April tries to seduce Don, during the Monsters Among Us arc.
2. Prom: Karai helps April out.
3. Prom Part 2: The boys chip in to help get Casey ready, ft. a punch bowl spiked with mutagen
4. 80% Uploaded: Raph struggles to help Don transfer into his robotic body after the M-Bomb detonates.
AU:
1. “Eyes off of you”: April and Donnie finally figure things out. It just takes a couple years (and a corn maze) (Fic by @alwerakoo , barely-accurate artwork by me:) )
aaaand the corrected pose to fit wook’s canon better
2. Proposal! : Years later, Don pops the question.
3. “For a long, long time”: The long-prophecied adoption fic (art my me, fic my @alwerakoo)
4. “Take my whole life, too”: Not just one adoption, but TWO (art by me, fic by @alwerakoo )
5. “Always the Same”: The Turtles are raised by Shredder. April becomes the face of a rebellion. (headcanons by @alwerakoo )
Also, not me changing my style with every one of these, lol (it is interesting to see my art style progress i suppose)
2012 Splinter’s actions make much more sense if you consider that he probably knew he was on borrowed time.
Like, this wasn’t just a “One day I will leave this world when I’m old and wrinkly and my sons will have to bury me” kinda way.
More like, “a man who hates my mere existence is searching to the ends of the earth to find me to kill me, and he will find me eventually. So my sons need to be prepared for my death soon rather than later” kinda way.
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