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i haven't painted in a while, so here are some donnies
Average Casey and Donnie encounter
Aka Casey pisses Donnie off with his cringy ass vibes
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS
When Donnie touches the ground, he flinches.
His entire body tries to curl inward at the pain and he gives a tiny, barely audible gasp. Leo’s hand shoots up immediately.
He seems to hesitate, moving slowly and oh-so gently resting it on Donnie. And Donnie’s entire body relaxes.
His shoulders stiffen as his body acknowledges sudden contact against his chest, probably because that too is causing some pain.
AND YET: His mouth falls shut. The pain on his face smooths out. His head falls forward, his shoulders rise, all angling towards Leo.
And Leo’s eyes are what tells the entire story. They (expectantly) never leave him at any point and there’s not much expression to be noted outside of a mixture of sad/guilt/worried.
Then he lays his hand on Donnie.
And his little brother leans into it. He relaxes at the touch.
AND LEO’S ENTIRE FACE FALLS.
Out of everything happening right now, THAT’S what makes him look like he’s hurting. THAT’S what stops the leader from worrying and introduces the big brother who’s beyond disappointed in himself.
That tiny bit of subconscious comfort that Donnie reveals while leaning into the touch of the person who helped hurt him.
THAT is going to be what haunts him from this moment on.
Our four favorite turtles are having fun being silly!!! ive wanted to make a drawing of the four of them for a while and now there it is. them posing like a team of super heroes!!
🡳🡳🡳 heres the original imagen that i used for reference 🡳🡳🡳 i found it on pinterest and I couldn't resist, i automatically thought about them jdsjdjsjsjas
Oh oh, It seems that Donie and Donmb They encountered the red creatures in this silly crossover... @vanilkaray
Can I request tmnt 2012 boys reacting to S/o pulling the “crack my back” prank on them
“Crack my back” prank on turtles
(Romantic, gn reader)
Your very successful prank on them or how would turtles feel after fully believing they just accidentally broke your spine, only to realize they’ve been fooled.
Leonardo
You asked so sweetly.
“Leo, can you just crack my back real quick? It’s killing me—just a little lift from behind, please?”
He’s hesitant—“Are you sure that’s safe?”—but eventually gives in, stepping behind you with careful hands.
He braces his arms around you. Lifts gently.
And then…
CRRRKKKKK.
“OUCHHHHHH—”
You fall forward, groaning dramatically, and hit the floor on your knees.
Leo goes completely still. Hands still hovering where your body was. His swords would never haunt him the way that noise just did.
Headcanons
He’s the most composed — normally. But not when the person he loves just crumbles to the floor with a sound that shouldn’t come from a living body.
“Oh no. Oh no no no—" His voice goes up and cracks into panicked squeak . “I—I didn’t mean to—DONNIE, GET THE FIRST AID KIT—"
He drops to his knees, turning you over with trembling hands, already mentally writing his apology speech to Splinter for maiming you.
“I knew I shouldn’t have done that, I KNEW it—oh no—stay awake—breathe—!!”
You lift your head weakly… and then start laughing, pulling out a few crunchy pieces of pasta from your mouth.
His soul leaves his body. Dead silence. Leo’s face cycles through shock, relief, then utter betrayal.
“…You’re joking. That was a joke?”
He just throws you back to the floor and walks away like a disappointed dad.
…He’ll forgive you in like 15 minutes tho
But next time you ask for a back crack?He’ll draw his sword.
Raphael
He gets this smug smirk like “Heh, yeah. I gotcha.”
Hands on your waist, lifts you up in the classic bear-hug from behind.
And then—
CRACKKKKKK
Your whole body jolts and you drop like a ragdoll.
“HUH?! BABE?! WHAT THE—?!”
Headcanons
Tbh, he falls for it so hard, because you ask him so sincere, like you actually trust him.
Raph practically yelps.
His eyes are wide, his arms stiff, he just stands over you frozen like he just committed war crimes.
He’s on the floor next to you the moment he hears your hissing, lifting your shoulders and neck, eyes wild, absolutely panicking
"WHAT THE—HOLY—" He grabs your shoulders, shaking you slightly. “Hey. HEY. Don’t pass out on me, dumbass!"
His mind races—‘Did I squeeze too hard?! How do you fix a broken back?!’—and he’s two seconds from throwing you over his shell and sprinting to Donnie’s lab
Then you crack one eye open… grin… and hold up the pasta. “Gotcha”
Silence. That one when you just looks at each other, with the same expression. He watches you long enough, ignoring your smile. Raph’s eye twitches. Suddenly, he snaps.
“You— YOU’RE SO— I THOUGHT I SNAPPED YOU IN A HALF—”
He wrestles you into a death hug, holding you to the floor, too tight and too furious. It’s almost looks like this time he wants you to choke on purpose…But not without a good amount of yelling
“You think that’s funny?! That’s NOT!!”
…But also, the way he’s holding you?
Yeah. You’re definitely forgiven.
(Maybe. Sleep with one eye open.)
Donatello
You hit him with the soft:
“Donnie, my back hurts… could you lift me? Y’know, just crack it a little?”
He gets all blushy and seriously “Uh—yeah! I-I mean, okay, sure, yeah I got this!”
He carefully positions himself, arms around your waist, lifting you like you’re made of glass
CRRRAAAACKK.
“AHH MY BACK—”
You collapse.
Groaning. Clutching your side. Twitching for effect.
Donnie drops you like a hot soldering iron.
Headcanons
My sweet genius boy doesn’t even get a chance to analyze before panic kicks in.
“OH MY GOD—OH—OH NO—WHAT—WHAT DID I DO WRONG—THE ANGLE—THE PRESSURE—SWEET HIPPOCRATES I BROKE THEM—”
He frantically checks your pulse, already mentally measuring all possible vertebrae that he could have broken or dislocated
Donnie’s holding you in his hands, screaming through the lair. He’s seconds from prepping for emergency spinal traction
…And then, you reach up slowly. Hand him a broken piece of pasta. “Psych."
Suddenly, he freezes.
He looks at your hand. Then at your face. Blinks. Then repeats—
He drops you again and falls backward, both hands on his face. He sits like that for few moments. Silently. A few looong moments.
And then, if you’ll reach out for him or start to laugh too hard—
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!!”
He screams so loudly that the ends of his bandana bounce. You saw that expression before. Usually that happens after Mikey's blows up a microwave or throws glitter bombs in his lab… It’s the same voice. High-pitched. Frustrated enough to echo through the lair.
“Do you have ANY idea how many spinal injuries I just mentally reviewed in under five seconds?! YOU CANT JUST—“
He’s now just yapping. Waving his hands. Stammering. Honestly? Adorable.
But the second he hears your giggle, or feels your hands, or gets into your hug, he just stops, looking at you with a confusion. And then, as if his charge just suddenly died, he sighs tiredly. Shoulders sag. Eyes soft.
“…That’s not fair” he mutters.
“You can’t scare me to death and smile like that..”
He’s still mad. A little.
But also?
He already forgive you. And totally in love.
Michelangelo
“Aw yeahhh, lemme get that spinal twist!! Say no more!”
He launches into the hug like it’s a wrestling match, lifts you up perfectly—
CRAAAACKKKKK
“AAAAAGHH—MY BACK!!”
You collapse like a noodle.
Mikey SCREAMS.
Headcanons
“B-BABY?! OH NO—WHAT HAVE I DONE—OH SWEET PEPPERONI I BROKE YOU—!!”
He panic-sprints in a full circle around you, arms flailing.
“SOMEONE CALL SOMEONE!! CALL DONNIE! DONNIE—”
He dives to your side, gently cupping your face. “Blink twice if you can still hear me…SQUEEZE MY HAND IF YOU CAN STILL LOVE ME AFTER THAT—”
You peek up open one eye, giggle, and toss a spaghetti noodle at his chest
He stares. “…Wait a second.”
Mikey realizes. His jaw drops. His eyes just running through your face
His face splits into a wide, disbelieving grin.
“DID YOU JUST PASTA-PRANK ME?!”
He bursts into a fit of full-bodied laughter — wheezing, rolling, the whole nine yards. Like, he actually can’t believe he fall for it. Kicks his legs like a toddler in a ball pit.
He immediately lifts you again, just to hear if you brought more.
“DO IT AGAIN!! I WANNA HEAR THE NOODLE BONE!! THAT WAS AWESOME—!!”
And that’s it.
You’ve triggered something primal in his chaotic heart. You started a war.
A prank war.
You’ll never know peace again.
You will now find dry noodles in your shoes. Pasta in your shampoo.
And one day, you will really pull your back…
…and he won’t believe you.
“Nice try, Noodle Assassin—NOT FALLIN’ FOR THAT ONE AGAIN!”
he has red eyes cuz I say so 😌☝️
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