#continuumau

[kayden099]

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[ddawn111]

Donatello is the apocalypse boogeyman!!!

I finally started crunching out more ideas for my Continuum AU and came up with this.

To start, theres the ration issue:

I think the resistance creating a whole economy around rations/water is such a realistic concept because its exactly what humans would do if given the chance.

The turtles were so busy trying to stabilize the resistance and keep everyone alive that by the time they realized people had basically rebuilt capitalism underground, the mindset was already too rooted to fully stop. Survivors start trading water, medicine, food, favors, protection, all of it. Rich/poor dynamics start forming again because people naturally assign value to scarce resources. Even after the turtles try to stop it, there will be some greedy mfers that push to keep the system alive.

And Donnie would take that INSANELY personally.

He is already protective of ‘The Oasis’. I’ll have to post an explanation of this as well. Basically the ocean is destroyed and turned into a toxic sludge. The oasis is the culmination of a six month hyperfixation I fell into and mark watney’d the crap out of to find a realistic way for the characters to turn it back into drinking water.

Every ration and water quota was carefully calculated with peoples health in mind. Hydration, caloric intake, nutrient deficiencies, medicine interactions, labor requirements, survival odds, all of it. To him, the ration system is his baby, it keeps people alive instead of simply living.

So when people manipulate it for profit, what he hears is:

“Your work doesn’t matter.”

“These people are expendable.”

“Survival can be monetized.”

I‘m imagining this hitting a head when a weak mother collapses from dehydration and almost dies because somebody manipulated her to trade away her water for something else. Donnie would become genuinely dangerous over that.

He would actively hunt these idiots, one of the only times he leaves the lab being when he finally finds one of the idiots and goes on a ‘manhunt’.

In his mind: “Someone almost died because you idiots wanted to play economy. Obviously a lesson should be learned here.”

Which would be completely accurate, but the apocalypse absolutely makes him more unstable over time. I like to imagine that he already had poor opinions of humans, not to mention he already struggled socially before everything fell apart

Now add:

• years underground

• severe sleep deprivation

• almost no healthy socialization

• constant pressure of keeping everyone alive

• Total isolation from other survivors

• stress

• exhaustion

He becomes more and more detached and unhinged as the years go on.

I absolutely LOVE unhinged Donnie and no one can stop me from implementing him!!!!

I like to imagine he’s already an emotionally driven person, so while his “normal” would be closed off and cold, his mood swings would be like ADHD on crack.

So when someone REALLY crosses a line, especially involving civilians or children suffering because of greed, his anger becomes loud and explosive. Yelling, destruction, collateral damage, the whole thing.

His “manhunts” would basically become events in the resistance because whenever Donnie leaves the lab specifically to hunt someone down, chaos follows.

Yelling, explosions, collateral damage, Leo trying to stop him from killing someone while Donnie publicly begs to at least maim them with a psychotic grin.

He doesn’t realize how loud or destructive he’s being, in his mind he’s simply policing dangerous idiots.

Meanwhile the rest of the resistance is like:

“Oh god. Donnie left the lab. Everyone run!”

And that’s when he starts turning into a cryptid instead of a resistance leader.

Eventually people learn to duck for cover or scatter when he’s near. This turns him leaving the lab into a bad omen or a shitty weather forecast.

Cue the shining reference: “Donnie’s here!”

Now when the adults act the way they do, you better bet the children are going to take that and run with it.

To the survivors, especially the kids, he stops feeling like a person and starts feeling like folklore. Think about it from their perspective:

• 7ft tall exhausted mutant

• covered in grease

• glowing purple tech

• Most likely with his face covered

• muttering to himself

• appears silently in tunnels

• Always accidentally jump scaring people

• only comes out to cause chaos

That’s not a guy anymore, that’s an urban legend

And kids would ABSOLUTELY start making up insane stories:

“The Scientist watches through the vents.”

“The cameras are hidden in the walls.”

“He drags thieves into the lab.”

“He mutates people.”

“He doesn’t sleep.”

“I heard a kid snuck into his lab on a dare and was turned into a monster/never seen again”

“He hears water theft through pipes.”

“He replaced his organs with machines.”

“He built Delta in a lab.”

And parents would 100% use him as a boogeyman to get their kids to listen because parents already do that in real life.

“If you don’t finish your food, the scientist will sneak into your room at night and eat your toes.” (This works personally because ive told my nieces this about the boogeyman to make them sleep…. It didn’t work…. But it was still funny)

“Go to sleep before the scientist finds out your up past lights out.”

“Don’t waste water or he’ll crawl out of the vents.”

Meanwhile Donnie is a dum dum for interaction and has absolutely NO IDEA any of this is happening. He genuinely thinks people scattering around him is respect or acknowledgment of his authority

EXAMPLE: The Ball Scene

The brothers finally convince him to leave the lab and physically walk through the base instead of monitoring everything through screens. There’s a group of kids playing with a ball. They look up, see Tello, immediately scream and scatter. Ball rolling away abandoned and everything.

And dum dum Tello’s just standing there mid sip of coffee like:

“…What just happened.” Or “hm, must’ve been a spider on the ball”

Meanwhile Leo is in the background trying not to die laughing, “Kids are weird.”

ANOTHER EXAMPLE: Hallway Scene.

Some teens are sneaking around after lights out, up to normal teenage shenanigans and hear whistling echoing through the tunnels. They turn the corner and come face to face with Donnie. Meanwhile he’s literally just on his way to fix something because he likes wandering around at night when people are asleep and he doesn’t have to socialize. And can you blame a relaxed man for whistling?

The teens immediately panic and trip over themselves trying to flee while Donnie just sighs and thinks, “Good. They realized they shouldn’t be out this late.” And continues on his way to fix whatever while thinking he stopped some teen trouble.

meanwhile those teens thought they almost had their organs harvested and are NEVER emotionally recovering from their real life cryptid encounter

And it needs to be set up in a way that there’s ALWAYS some simple explanation for him to jump to instead of mass fear that stops him from realizing what’s actually going on.

And you better BET Leo absolutely feeds these rumors because he thinks it’s hilarious. It probably started as one joke to entertain nervous kids and spiraled completely out of control.

Kid: “Is it true the scientist watches us through the vents?”

Leo: “Nah.”

dramatic pause

“The cameras are in the walls.”

Children gasping horrified while Mikey smacks Leo upside the head.

And Leo would totally tell horror stories during blackouts too:

“Legend says if you waste water, he appears behind you holding a clipboard.”

Meanwhile somewhere else in the base Donnie sneezes violently for no reason

The best part is Leo would NEVER tell Donnie about any of this because he has his own personal comedy show going on. Why ruin one of the only fun things left in the apocalypse?

This will go on for YEARS, to the point that even delta gets in on the joke

Eventually Donnie finally realizes that he’s the only common denominator to people’s weird reactions.

Probably corners Leo because he KNOWS Leo’s hiding something.

“You’re aware of something.”

“I’m aware of lots of things.”

“Leonardo.”

“Donatello.”

“…Why are people running from me.”

Leo is staring VERY aggressively at the wall because if he makes eye contact he’s going to start laughing.

“I think you’re imagining things.”

“Children screamed.”

“Kids are dramatic.”

“Leonardo a child threw a shoe at me today.”

And Leo’s trying to cough-laugh into his arm while pretending he’s fine while Donnie stares at him with crossed arms because he KNOWS Leo only avoids eye contact when:

• lying

• hiding something

• or about to do something stupid

And if Donnie ever actually learns the rumors his response wouldn’t even be embarrassment

Just genuine confusion.

“Why would I eat toes? …There’s no nutritional benefit.”

And then Leo IMMEDIATELY makes it worse afterward by telling the kids:

“HE DENIED THE TOE THING SPECIFICALLY.”

Which escalates the rumors even MORE.

Congratulations Leo. Now the children believes Donnie consumes organs selectively.

And the important thing is that the rumors are funny, but their based off of truth, making them spiral easier. Because Donnie genuinely is terrifying when somebody threatens survival systems. He would absolutely hunt someone down over ration crimes. I also headcannon Donnie as someone who doesn’t realize how to control his lethality levels. The resistance basically created folklore around an exhausted mutant genius keeping everyone alive through sheer spite, caffeine, and unresolved emotional damage.

To sum everything up: Donatello is the apocalypse boogeyman.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, ill be busy imagining Donnie’s face as he describes a terrified child throwing a shoe at him.

[kayden099]

Rest and recovery😏✨

[ddawn111]

Meltdown

Enjoy a Donnie based oneshot after the invasion.

The Kraang were gone. The city was still standing. Everybody was alive. Technically.

That didn’t mean everybody was okay.

The lair was turned into a barely functioning recovery ward over the past however many days. Donnie honestly wasn’t sure anymore. Time had started blurring together somewhere between emergency surgeries, sleepless nights, changing bandages, and making sure Leo kept breathing.

It didn’t help that Leo still hadn’t woken up.

The medbay smelled like antiseptic, burnt metal, and blood that no amount of scrubbing could fully get out. It clung to everything now. Donnies hands. His clothes. The blankets. The walls. The inside of his skull.

And he was getting really fucking tired of it.

The lair had gone quiet hours ago, quiet enough to hear the generators humming through the walls and a few old pipes groaning overhead. Quiet enough for every sound to start crawling beneath his skin. Especially the monitor beside Leo’s bed giving soft beeps.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Alive. Good.

Donnie rubbed hard at one eye before looking down at the tray in front of him. Syringe. Vial. Gauze. Alcohol wipes. Everything lined up perfectly straight because at this point if they weren’t, he was probably going to lose his danm mind.

His shoulder jerked sharply toward his neck.

He froze automatically, waiting for the twitch to pass. It did. The burning underneath his battleshell didn’t.

God, his shell hurt.

It had been slowly getting worse since the battle. Hot beneath the armor. Tight. Wet. Wrong. Every movement made the previously comforting pressure hooked over his shoulders grind against skin that already felt flayed raw beneath the plating. Sometimes it itched so bad it burned. Sometimes the nerves beneath it spasmed hard enough to make his whole arm twitch.

He ignored it. Or at least tried to.

Taking off the battleshell meant stopping long enough to actually look at and fix what was underneath it, and Donnie didn’t have time for that. Didn’t see the point either. His injuries didn’t matter. Leo did.

And Donnie absolutely refused to leave Leo’s side.

Leo needed meds every four hours. Mikey still couldn’t properly close the fingers on his left hand after frying his nervous system with mystic energy. Raph barely let anyone near him without looking like he wanted to crawl out of his own shell afterward. Splinter was trying, genuinely trying, but years of emotional absence didn’t magically disappear because the world almost ended.

The one time he walked back into the medbay to find splinter unnecessarily messing with Leo’s IV with unsure hands. Donnie had snapped immediately. Teeth bared, voice sharp and exhausted as he shoved past him to check over the line with trembling hands.

After that, nobody touched Leo unless Donnie said they could.

And Donnie handled it.

Like always.

The syringe rattled softly against the tray when another twitch hit his wrist.

“Stop,” he muttered.

His hand jerked harder.

The metal clinked louder.

Donnie clenched his jaw hard enough to ache. He knew the tremors were worse tonight. Lack of sleep probably. Stress definitely. The weird neurological crap left behind after getting ripped out of that techno-organic nightmare he didn’t have time to study wasn’t helping either. Some days the twitching was small enough to hide. Other days it felt like bad wiring under his skin, nerves firing wrong signals faster than his body could keep up with them.

Tonight was bad.

Leo shifted slightly behind him, Donnie immediately snapped his gaze over, still unconscious. Still breathing. Good.

The bruising along Leo’s arms had darkened over the last couple days, ugly black-purple beneath bandages and tape. Healing bruises. Better than fresh ones. Better than his legs. Better than dead.

Donnie looked away before his brain could keep going down that road.

Alcohol wipe, vial, syringe. Easy.

His fingers tightened carefully around the syringe. Immediately, another violent twitch shot through his hand.

Tink.

The needle scraped against the glass.

Donnie inhaled slowly through his nose.

Again.

Tink.

Tink.

His shoulder snapped sideways enough that it hurt.

The burning beneath his battleshell flared hot across his spine.

“Come on,” he hissed quietly.

His hand wouldn’t steady, he braced his wrist harder against the table. Usually that worked. Usually.

The second he pushed the needle toward the vial, another twitch ripped violently through his arm.

The needle punched straight through his glove and into the skin between his thumb and finger.

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath.

The syringe slipped from numb fingers.

The vial hit the edge of the tray and shattered across the floor.

The sound cracked through the medbay like a gunshot.

Then silence.

Donnie stared at the liquid spreading on the floor.

Something inside him snapped.

The syringe flew first, embedding itself into the wall hard enough to stick there.

“FUCK!”

The tray went next.

Metal screamed against metal as Donnie launched it across the room and over Leo’s bed with enough force to crumple part of it against the wall. Instruments scattered everywhere.

Something landed on Leo’s bed.

Donnie froze instantly.

The world stopped.

His chest seized so hard it hurt.

A pair of surgical scissors slid slowly down Leo’s blanket before falling harmlessly into the mattress beside him.

Leo didn’t move.

Didn’t wake up.

Didn’t bleed.

Donnie stared for one long, horrible second before all the adrenaline drained out of him so fast his knees almost buckled.

“Oh god.”

The words barely came out.

His hands were shaking now. Full shaking replacing the twitching. Hard enough the metal table rattled as he tried to grip it. His breathing started coming uneven. Too fast. The fluorescent lights overhead suddenly felt blinding.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The monitor was too loud.

Everything was too loud.

Another violent jerk snapped through his shoulders, then his neck hard enough to make pain shoot down his spine. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat before he could stop it. The nerves beneath his shell burned hotter, twitching and spasming beneath inflamed tissue and damaged flesh where the Kraang tech had burrowed into his nervous system two weeks ago.

His battleshell suddenly felt unbearable.

Too tight.

Too hot.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Donnie clawed at the hooked sections over his shoulders, fingers slipping against the metal as another twitch ripped through his arm. He couldn’t get a proper grip. Couldn’t make his hands work right. Couldn’t remember where the release was. His Chest was heaving too hard now, breaths catching halfway before punching back out of him painfully fast.

The room tilted.

The walls spun slightly.

No. No. No. No.

He almost hit Leo.

He almost hit Leo.

His hands flew up hard against the sides of his head as if he could physically shove the noise out of his skull. His shoulders jerked violently again. The motion sent another horrible burning spasm through the damaged nerves beneath his shell and he choked on the sound that left him.

Every sound layered over the next until his brain couldn’t separate any of it anymore.

His vision blurred.

The room spun harder.

His breaths turned sharp and desperate, chest heaving so violently it hurt. He couldn’t slow them down. Couldn’t think through them. Every inhale felt too small, every exhale punched out of him uneven and shaking.

Glass crunched somewhere under his knee.

Too loud.

Everything was too fucking loud.

Another twitch tore through his hand hard enough his fingers slammed against the side of his head. His entire arm jerked after it a split second later like the signal had traveled wrong halfway through his nervous system.

wrong.

Donnie slid shakily down the wall beside Leo’s bed until he hit the floor hard enough to rattle the ruined tray nearby. His hands stayed clamped against the sides of his head while his breathing dissolved into uneven hyperventilating gasps.

And for the first time since the battle.

Donatello completely lost control.

All hail disabled Donnie!

I really hope I portrayed his meltdown properly, i did research to make sure i wasnt going in blind outside of the familiar panic attack and adhd meltdown.

Super excited to say fuck it and start sending out snippets to get the ball rolling.

[kayden099]

[ddawn111]

Inktober Day 15: Ragged

It’s finally done!!!!

Continuum AU design of future Donatello :)

Remember when I said just wait until I learn to blend and draw hands?

I consider myself officially unstoppable.

[ddawn111]

Inktober day 14: Trunk

I have no idea what possessed me, but I had a mind picture of my au Mikey and my brain said, “bet, say goodbye to sleep,” and throttled me into a flow state.

This is officially my favorite fanart so far and I can’t explain the happy buzzes that hit me when I look at this. Anyways I’m going to pass out now 🤟

[kayden099]

✨Continuum AU: A Parallel Universe — Outside of work hours, interwoven storylines, and unnecessary chaos✨

I drew Optimus Prime, but in my own universe. The structure might be a bit strange because I mixed things up a bit; I'll adjust it gradually next time.😂😂😂👌🏻👌🏻✨