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@pvrpletech
——— “you NEVER let me S H I N E.”
independent , private && semi-selective (mutuals only) donatello roleplay blog . rise of the tmnt based . oc , crossover && multiverse friendly . 7+ years of rp experience . written by zim . sideblog to priimeblue .
muses are high on all fronts so like this for a starter, nerds /affectionate !! pls specify if ur a multi !
he might be a jerk sometimes but be nice to him or he might cry
“well, FINE. i bet the leo from THAT dimension is a better twin, anyway.” arms crossed, painted brows furrowed in annoyance. he definitely doesn’t care. it’s not like HIS leo appreciates or respects him, anyway. twin-ship revoked.
i mentioned this on l/eo too over at priimeblue but ty guys for being patient w/ me. i have a lot of drafts & inbox things to get to but the motivation to write has been kinda low ghshsjsk but this rpc means sm to me i care u all
“oh, the pain! my back, it’s in AGONY!” dramatic pause for effect. okay, good, & he begins again.
“carrying the weight of intellect & good looks in this family is SUCH a burden!” consider family properly BURNED. good job, donatello.
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pvrpletech:
“he’s a monster, april. a MONSTER. don’t look directly at him.”
“Oh, don’t worry I’m not. For a counterpart he sure wasn’t smart enough to realise it’s the purple jacket you simp for.”
“oh, my sweet, sweet purple satin jacket. i hardly knew yee. with your gorgeous royal shine & perfectly crafted stitching. lost … but never forgotten. excuse me, i need a moment.”
@pvrpletech
slowly observing and at the same time betting on his tech son versus the low tech non-son..
he is VERY smug, arms crossed over his chest, head held high. goat dad believes in him! that’s appreciation from a parent-aged adult if ever he’s known it!
“Oh, nuh-uh, no. Donnie you’re really not letting him diss your chips are you?”
“he’s a monster, april. a MONSTER. don’t look directly at him.”
pvrpletech:
“i hope you’re getting paid because you are going to be working some looooooong hours, i imagine.”
breath, he’s only trying to get between your shell.
“hey don, what’s your favorite chip?”
“don’t. you. DARE.”
pvrpletech:
“at least i get the girl.”
“i’m working on that, okay?!”
“i hope you’re getting paid because you are going to be working some looooooong hours, i imagine.”
pvrpletech:
“at least i get the girl.”
“ It doesn’t count if it only happened in your dreams, Don.”
“SCOFF. i will have you know that it is very much a reality, mister. my counterpart, however, might require some BREAD with that JELLY.”
“at least i get the girl.”
;closed starter for @pvrpletech:
Feet drag towards his twin’s room hurriedly. Hauls his battered but slowly healing shell to seek solace away from intense thoughts and sleep terrors, each step eliciting a meek wince. The nightmares weighed more on his mind than the heaviness in his body trying to convince it to keel over. Yes, he should be resting. He shouldn’t be up or attempting to walk when concerned brothers were just a call away. But in such desperation to not face the arising panic alone, it slipped from common sense.
“Sorry…” Is said aloud, head hanging as his arm supports himself against the archway.
I’m sorry for being so problematic.
“Can’t sleep…” He manages between struggled breaths, on the verge of another panic attack. “I-It won’t stop! K-Keep closing my eyes… just… just to wake up there again…”
oh, he KNOWS that isn’t his twin brother. it can’t be because his twin should be laying in the med-bay because he is on bed rest & most likely will be for the foreseeable future! it was true that their mutated genetics made healing faster & easier, & truthfully, had their DNA not been of the mutant variety, leo would have been murdered in that prison dimension. donnie knows that there were many moments where their mutant blood had saved them, but none so evident as what leo must have experienced in those few minutes spent alone with the kraang. leo still has never come out & explained precisely what happened, & no one pressed ( for his sake or theirs? donnie tells himself that he doesn’t ask despite his curiosity because of his twin, not because he’s afraid of the answer ) but it isn’t hard to make an educated guess. as donnie spins in his lab chair his thickly painted brows furrow in anger. it’s a surface-level anger that comes from caring about someone so much & he is on his feet in an instant.
“’nardo! what are you doing, dum-dum?” his voice is incredulous & it comes out meaner than he even intends. donnie tries to hide it with a sigh but he feels his throat tightening already. he listens to leo talk, his voice thick with the threat of a sob & exhaustion rooted in each syllable. donnie’s lips purse & he nears the other with over-exaggerated frustration. “hey, hush. be quiet & sit down, at least. you’re still recovering. do you WANT to exacerbate your wounds?” one hand on leo’s shell, the other on his plastron as he guides him to the bed to sit him down. he sits down beside his brother & extracts his hands. he sits a good couple of inches away uneasily. he loves his brother dearly, but these kinds of situations, though more apparent after the kraang invasion, was still difficult to navigate for the soft-shelled turtle.
he wishes leo would talk, but not about this. he senses that it falls on him & he stumbles, stims with his fingers, & finally speaks. “you’re safe now, leon. that place is gone. you’re home, & safe. but your wounds can’t heal if you don’t take care of yourself, dummy.” he means well. hopefully leo can see that.
pvrpletech asked: ❛ when i think of you i smile, and when i smile i think of you. i don’t know if it’s the thinking that makes me smile or the smile that keeps me thinking. all i know is i’m always thinking of you and smiling. ❜
Oh goodness. Could he be any more sauve with these words? She knew they were cheesy. Heck, she normally didn’t go for cheesy but for some reason Donnie saying these words made her heart flutter and her cheeks flushed. She just couldn’t help herself. Tackling the taller one, she straddled his stomach as her hands went to his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his bandanna line as her lips sealed against his own. Pulling back with a mwuah! sound, she gave him a smirk as she looked at him, cheeks rather flushed, “You know, Donnie, if you’re going to keep saying lines like that, you’ll end up with me on your lap kissing you.”
he is certainly taken aback by the sudden embrace, though it was not unwelcomed. strong hands go to support her weight, holding her beneath the legs against his plastron. it still bewildered him that not only was this sort of affection fine with him, but he actually welcomed it ; at least, when it was coming from april. at times he still found himself avoidant or unresponsive toward physical attention, & when those times occurred, april was always more than understanding. could he get any luckier? he yelps against the kiss in surprise but not in displeasure & yes, okay, maybe he’s grinning like a complete fool when she pulls away. his eyes dart to the side & a flush creeps up into his cheeks.
“well, i didn’t say anything that isn’t true. if there is one thing i am NOT, it’s a liar.” he leans in & gives her a peck to the lips, soft & sweet & quick. “mwah to you, as well.”
