Hi , i like to be called nep (any variation of neptune as well ) Im a 13 year old girl who is into 2012 tmnt stuff and some other fandoms such as ninjago ,lego monkei kid , lolirock , and am currently on the quest to finish watching every piece of tmnt media . I have a big bais to pb&j duo stuff too . And sometimes even write out some stuff (little fics) and i have many au’s that i only make once and dont return to .
Byi
I am considered a minor so anything inappropriate will have to leave ,thank you .
If i actually do start getting popular for some bizarre reason , DONT think i can post consistent,this is me preparing you for my inconsistency and lack of motivation .
•I am a self-taught artist with a long way to go , so please dont judge my art .
(Soon to be added more once i figure out what im supposed to do on a masterpost)
"'12Donnie would be jealous of '18Donnie because of this"" '12Donnie would be jealous of '18Donnie because of that" "'12Donnie would think he's so cool and capable and feel insecure and-"
HAVE YOU CONSIDERED
'18Donnie watching '12Donnie pipe up with information about their current mission and '12Leo immediately listens intently, maybe even going over to him to look over his shoulder and see his screen
'12Leo momentarily being out of commission and '12Donnie begins barking orders at '12Mikey and '12Raph. '18Donnie watches them not only listen to his plan but rush to follow his lead
'18Donnie's brothers need non-tech expertise and '12Donnie comes in the clutch with a list of facts and the solution to their active problem
'18Donnie's fancy staff gets broken or knocked from his hands, and he looks over to '12Donnie only to realize that he's been taking down baddies with a random object he borrowed from their surroundings
'18Donnie has done nothing but brag to '12Donnie to show off since he appeared and '12Donnie has always conceded (if not reluctantly) to how impressive his tech is and how much more professional his inventions are and hasn't fought his superiority for a moment. '12 has even talked down his own 'junky' equipment in favor of promoting '18Donnie's, which takes the steam out of his pride (thought he can't name why)
'18Donnie slowly beginning to realize how much '12Donnie can accomplish without being backed by high-powered equipment.
Donnie isn't a zombie anymore, but nobody can be a zombie for as long as he has and not deal with the side effects. His brothers know about most of them. Donnie doesn't understand some others.
The metal door is huge.
When he sits down in front of it, it's even bigger.
That’s pretty cool. Not entirely interesting, but the new fact is noted in the back of his mind as he folds his legs under him and stares at the door. He’d already tried to open it, but it didn’t budge. So, he has to wait for what was on the other side to open it and come back to him.
He sits and he waits. And he sits and he waits. And he waits some more because he’s stuck on this side and he can’t keep going.
He itches to keep going.
“What are you doing?”
He looks over his shoulder.
White face, clothes, five fingers, black hair- Casey?
He smiles, “Hi.”
Casey moves closer, arms crossed, looking curiously at the door. “Where are the others? Why are you alone?”
“Mm,” He looks at the door. “I’m not alone.”
Casey looks around contemplatively. Then he frowns, “They wouldn’t have just left you here…”
“I wasn’t left,” He reassures quickly. “I came here.”
“Why?”
He gestures to the door.
“…Right,” Casey walks over to crouch next to him. There’s a badge on his shirt. His voice is softer. “You shouldn’t be here. You want to come with me? I’ll bring you somewhere safer.”
He furrows his brows, “This isn’t safe?”
“No,”
“But…” He looks at the door. If it isn’t safe, that's more reason for him to stay. “Then I have to wait.”
“Nothing’s able to get in. I don’t even know how you got past the inner gate. The guards should-”
“I took care of them.”
They stare at each other.
Helpful, Donnie adds, "They were in the way. They had weapons."
"And... What did you do with them?"
"I moved them."
"Uh-huh..."
"Should I show you?"
"Maybe."
Donnie goes back to looking at the door.
Casey finally warns, “We need to get out of here before they find out it was you.”
“Because I punched them?”
“Because you punched them. And they're not going to be too happy about that.”
He gets to his feet, and Casey stands. “Just follow my lead.”
He nods and follows Casey away from the door. They go back to the gray walls and closed doors, and the walk is a bit hazy, but he remembers to follow, and he remembers Casey, and he wonders what it is that he’s forgetting, because he thinks that Casey forgot something.
It's on the tip of his tongue. The more he stares at him, the more certain he is that he's doesn't- there isn't-
“We’re almost there.” Casey says. “Just remember-”
“Doc!”
He watches him come to a dead stop.
There’s someone leaning against the corner, grinning with a blade in hand. White face, torn clothes, five fingers, black hair, skull mask- skull mask- Casey!
Donnie grins in recognition.
“Sorry, Doc.” Casey walks over to him and- Doc? “Just wanted to catch you real quick and ask where you’re taking my bud here.” Something in Casey's gaze softens when he meets his eyes and then sharpens again when he looks at Doc. “His brothers are looking for him, you know. Ready to tear the place down.”
“He’d knocked out guards at the entrance,” Doc says sternly. His smile faulters. Is he in trouble? “His brothers should be keeping a better eye on him.”
“Thaaat doesn’t answer my question.” Casey hands him the skull mask when he reaches for it. “Still looking for that answer.”
“I was taking him to his brothers.”
“Guess you got a little turned around. Looks to me like you were making your way to the labs.”
“Labs?” He asks, interested, “Are we working?”
“Maybe later, Don.” Casey pats his arm. There’s still a blade in his hand. Doc hasn't stopped eyeing it. Maybe he should put that away. “The Doc had an excellent idea. Let’s head back to your bros. Let them know where you are.”
“Okay,” He agrees, letting himself be led by their friend. They leave Doc standing in the hallway. He looks upset, so he’s grateful that they got out of there. Then they hear yelling, and he gives Casey a nervous look, but Casey gently takes his arm and tugs him forward.
“-ot playing game here. If you know anything abo-”
“Donnie!”
Donnie lights up as Mikey runs for him. He’s scooped up into a hug, feet briefly leaving the ground before he’s set down, and then Mikey is frantically looking him over. Raph’s holding a guy by his shirt, and he throws him to join the both of them.
“No needle marks, no incisions, no news scars, or-”
“I don’t think they took him,” Casey admits as Mikey runs a hand along his arm. “Look at his eyes.” Mikey grabs his face, squishing his cheeks. He bats the hands away as Casey continues, “Found Doc walking him to the lab. Said he knocked some guards out by the gate.”
“Donnie did?” Raph demands, placing a hand on Donnie’s forehead and forcing it higher so he can look at his eyes. Donnie drops the mask to shove him away, snapping, “Would you leave me alone?”
“Do you know who I am? Why were you knocking people out?”
“You’re-” He tries to put an exact word on it. He comes up with nothing. The guy that Raph dropped is running down the hall. “I know who you are. And they grabbed me.”
“Of course they grabbed you. You’re not supposed to be over there.”
"I needed to be." He shoots back. "I wasn't going to let them stop me."
“No, you’re not. And you’re supposed to stay with us so those creeps can’t have their way wi-”
Raph goes quiet. Donnie looks between them, offended, “Remembering what? I’m remembering plenty. I know who you are!”
“What’s my name?" Mikey asks. Donnie opens his mouth, determined to answer, but it slips out of reach. “You’re… But I know you're my…”
He looks at Casey, pleading, “You said it earlier. You said the word. You said they were looking for me.”
“Your brothers.”
“Casey…”
“My brothers!” He whirls to Mikey. “I know that! I know who you are! I am remembering! I am!”
“Okay, okay,” Mikey agrees quickly. “You remembering. That’s my bad.”
“I’m remembering,” Donnie insists at his brothers exchange a look. His heart starts racing. Don't they believe him? He recognized them immediately! He knows! "I know who you are! I do!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry." Mikey says with a quick smile. "I shouldn't have doubted you bro. I was spooked 'cause you ran off. Got my nerves on edge."
The panic starts to ebb. "Oh. Yeah."
Casey reports, "I'm going to tell April things are all good here."
"Sounds good, Casey."
Raph turns back to Donnie as he starts to walk off. There's something on the floor at his feet. He picks it up, fiddling with the edges. Good craftsmanship. "Don, why did you go to the gate?"
"Gate," He considers that. "I went to the door. I couldn't open it."
"He tried to open it." Mikey's voice is high. "Raph, he tried to-"
"I know." Raph snaps. "Donnie, forget the door, forget the gate- if you remember one thing, stay with us, okay? Your brothers."
He frowns, "But I was."
"With us, Donnie. Beside us."
Raph's squeezing his shoulders. His hands are really big. Were they always that big? "You can't run off."
Donnie doesn't like the look in his eyes.
"With you. I'll remember."
Raph looks like he's debating saying something. He looks at Mikey, and asks, "Can you bring him to the room? I'll go wait for Leo to get back. Fill him in."
"Still think him hunting is a bad idea," Mikey snips back; a little brother who's verdict has been ignored. Raph rolls his eyes, "Fresh meat is fresh meat. Donnie needs some meat on those bones. Now get!"
He shoos them away, so Donnie follows Mikey through the halls and past doors. His little brother glares at the people they pass. It's a weird look to see on his face. They reach the door, and Donnie realizes that he's still holding a mask in his hands.
Mikey looks at him as he looks around. After a moment, he asks, "Think I picked this up somewhere. Any idea who this belongs too?"
I actually haven’t before . but i would be up to the challenge, I’m also curious by what you mean by roleplaying , do you mean like inserting yourself onto a character ?orr spouting parts of fanfic at each other for the other to continue? Hope you dont find my confusion as rejection ❤️
A concern i have is maybe our different sleeping schedules as of tomorrow school is starting for me .
A headcanon i have that i honestly dont think about much is that 2012 raph wasnt as hotheaded as he is when he was younger .
This is mostly based off of myself in 5th , 7th and 8th grade . I wasnt always quick to anger until i got stuck with groups that i despised ! (Yes, im being bitter )
So the headcanon is that raph wasnt hotheaded aswell. Until his brothers started to go from wholesome to annoying or frustrating.
Leo started to take his training seriously and only ever was childlike while watching spaceheroes .
Donnie started going from “smart so i need to team up with him in a video game so we can win “ to “analytical ,fussy genius that flips the moment you breath loud around his projects”
And mikey …well raph got more and more frustrated the more mikey’s antics went from fun to borderline annoying .
Growing up with that has made his temper shorter and shorter . Making him the “hotheaded “ turtle we see in the present
I love that people always has the “donnie stays up late to do work “ headcanon in fanfic . (And im not saying i dont like it ! I love it actually. I just think we need him asleep)
But imagine him being a sleepy genius . 89% of the time he’s sleeping . Want to ask him something? Too bad , he’s asleep on his desk and will be grumpy if you wake him up .
He falls asleep on
• the couch
• his bed (obviously)
•his desk
•leo
•raph
•mikey
• against a wall
•splinter
•wherever they are when they stop for a second on a mission
Its currently 10am , the sun is chirping and the birds are shining despite all that not being seen from the lair .
The turtles have just finished their morning training and are now complaining about how its “too early for training “ and that “their bodies are broken now” . Sometimes splinter can take their training a lil hard .
Where’s donnie ? You may ask …well lets see .
“Ugh! Im seriously reconsidering if i want to be just like splinter when i grow up” leo had whined , rubbing his shoulder that raph had accidentally hurt .
“Thats on you for wanting to be leader .lee” raph smirked a little , trying to pretend he didnt want to die because his body is already halfway there .
Plop
Donnie ,being sleepy and exhausted, has let himself lean on raph’s shoulder
“Don, im not a leaning stand—“ raph looked at donnie only to find that donnie’s eyes were shut close . “Oh gosh damn it” he muttered
“Aw! He’s asleep again! “ mikey cooed as donnie’s body went limp on raph’s .
“Again? “ leo said , with some annoyance in his voice “ i swear he doesnt get enough sleep”
Raph chuckled at that , adjusting the snoring donnie on his side so he could be more comfortable “really? Because i only ever see him asleep ,fearless leader .”
There might be a part 2 but this is my first time writing so positive feedback is very much welcome !
I love that people always has the “donnie stays up late to do work “ headcanon in fanfic . (And im not saying i dont like it ! I love it actually. I just think we need him asleep)
But imagine him being a sleepy genius . 89% of the time he’s sleeping . Want to ask him something? Too bad , he’s asleep on his desk and will be grumpy if you wake him up .
He falls asleep on
• the couch
• his bed (obviously)
•his desk
•leo
•raph
•mikey
• against a wall
•splinter
•wherever they are when they stop for a second on a mission
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