#hyperfixated on rottmnt

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TAY HAVE YOU SEEN THIS YET??? THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES MAN

OH. OHHHHOHOHOHO. HOLY SHIT... HOLD ON HOLD ON THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. THAT EXPLAINS SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THE KRANG'S POWERS...

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Some stereotypical Future Leonardo Returns to The Past With Casey memes for y'all because this is how I cope

Honestly, would've done the same to my past self

You know this man probably lost his arm doing fucking back flips on the battlefield

He is rooting for Tristan and Annabelle so hard

Future Leonardo looks good and he knows it

He was born for this

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I know that I'm supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Future Left Behind but there was a Cass Apocalyptic Series update today and I had to cry a little so here we are:

Donatello Hamato knew that death was no big deal.

It was a natural biological process which brought every person aware of it to the easy conclusion that everyone and everything died at some point. Dad, Cassandra, the others… They all died, yes, but it was fine. Of course, it was. It’s not like he thought about it almost every day, mourning them and their lives more than he knew them. No, of course he didn’t. That’s not what they would’ve wanted him to do. Well, maybe except for Cassandra. She would enjoy a lifelong mourning for herself. Even though Donnie never understood that.

Never – until now.

Until it was finally time for him to think about it too.

Donatello Hamato knew that he is going to die.

He couldn’t change it. Couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t delay it. He knew. He tried. He tried so many things in the quiet of his lab, but none succeeded. None of them got any results. None of them did anything. He didn’t do anything. And now it was too late. Too many responsibilities, too little time. Too many Krangs too few defence mechanisms and artillery. Too many words and not enough air to say all of them. Too many turtle piles that will be incomplete. Too many lives will be broken. Too many evenings will be spent in dark silence…

Too many things that he will miss.

Donatello Hamato was sure his family will win the war.

Not him. Not the Krang. Not any other survivors group. His family. He knew that they were the last and only hope of this planet. He knew that if there was anyone he could count on, it was them. Raph, Leo, Mikey, April, Draxum, Casey… He knew that they will be fine. They will be okay. Maybe they’ll hurt, maybe they’ll lose a limb or two. But they will survive. They’ll stay alive. They’ll carry on. He wasn’t as important as they pictured him to be: he could easily be replaced by a quantum computer! Not like he had one, of course, but he could build one.

Back in the day.

Maybe.

He wanted to, for a long time now.

But apparently, that was not a dream he could fulfill.

Donatello Hamato wanted to be remembered.

He didn’t say it, but he was sure everyone knew. His desire to get a Nobel prize, to be in a history book, to put his name on everything and anything… Everyone knew why he did it. Because he was scared of being forgotten. Because he was scared that once he will leave this planet, everything he did will too. He wanted to be irreplaceable. And now it seemed his main problem. Why didn’t he build a program that would be accessible to others? Why didn’t he give everyone a password? Why didn’t he think about this possibility? Why did no one tell him to wake up and stop feeling immortal? What if he suddenly died in battle instead of slowly decaying as he did now, having a limited, but still significant amount of time to prepare everyone for his passing?!

Donatello Hamato felt himself being placed in Raph’s metal hands, a soft blanket and the warmth of Mikey’s magic wrapped around him, just like all of his brothers’ arms.

Donatello Hamato stared into the space before him, slowly feeling his chest getting tighter.

Donatello Hamato tried bringing his fingers together into a fist to try and hold on to Mikey’s cloak and Leo’s scarf.

Donatello Hamato couldn’t move.

And after a couple of seconds, Donatello Hamato was gone.

@somerandomdudelmao I just wanted to say that I am a huge fan and I absolutely love the way you show emotions through your comics. like I can't explain it but the absolute pain in that one last frame was AHKGKFJSJFJKDHKFKFK.

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me eating pizza: is this... a teenage mutant ninja turtles reference?

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someone said the reblog doesn't show up for them so I'll just post the link here again

the first chapter of the Peepaw Donnie fic as per your order my dear friends;

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I am very much shook these 5k words were a trip

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you want to see a single middle aged severely traumatized apocalypse-refugee father figure of five ninja turtle flirting?

well, too bad if your answer was no.

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so I was bored and I wanted to create a small rundown of the idea to help me structure it so I thought hey. why not make a powerpoint.

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*sliding to the rottmnt artists side like a 20th century gentleman with a transatlantic accent* Oh well my dear you will not believe the angst ideas that I have for you! Yes-yes, listen, Leonardo Hamato- You know him, right? Yes, him! So what if you and your golden hands put him in the Prison Dimension and-