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Venus The Bride

anonymous asked: "Married" { @donnietechno }

 @oroku-venus-demilo :

Shredder and Splinter had agreed on a peace treaty, it would only last a week for the sake of several business deals on each side of the treaty, and to ensure that the terms were enforced they agreed on a week long marriage between Donatello of the Hamatos and Venus DeMilo of the Oroku clan, it was an awkward and messy scenario especially since Venus’s supposed life mission was to kill the Hamato’s and she had engaged in many spats which left her former tank mates injured, sometimes seriously… Splinter however hoped he could gain back a daughter and give her a chance at a much more normal life than she currently had… The treaty would last as long as the marriage… And that depended upon the two turtles involved… The large female was not excited…. She was keeping a business outlook on the arrangement and had been warned multiple times of the Hamatos trickery… She was skeptical and nervous, she’d be living with her greatest enemies for a week, and for someone who was so advid on Honor, she was not looking forward to being submissive to the lanky, and what she deemed fragile Donatello….

Don entered the ornate room in Saki’s lair, walking softly on the tatami mats in his embroidered kimono. He felt ridiculous with such bulky clothing on; turtles didn’t need clothing. But it was for an important purpose: peace. With careful steps and his head held high, he approached the top of the room, where the two of them would be married. This had been what they agreed upon: that the marriage would be held in the Oroku’s domain and that Venus would go to live with the Hamatos. After all, Splinter wanted her to commune with her brothers, to see what she had lost due to the cruel twist of fate that robbed her of that upbringing. Letting the marriage ceremony take place in “enemy territory” was an acceptable compromise.

For the hundredth time, Donatello asked himself why HIM. For sure, he had assumed Leonardo, the one intended to lead their clan in the future, would be the best choice to marry their circumstantial “sister” — or Raphael, the one whose anger might be calmed by a wife, even if the wife were as angry as he. At least Venus might respect Raph or Leo. To choose him... what was Splinter thinking? 

But then he quieted his mind and turned toward the entrance. Soon, he would see his “bride”, and he wanted to perform everything exactly right so as not to bring dishonour upon his family.

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Purple Hearts

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“So... where... what is- who are... how did you...” 

Rubbing his hand over his green dome, the purple bandanna-clad turtle eventually sighed and said, “It’s equal mass displacement, isn’t it?”

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Gackface And Hosebrain

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“Hey, Casey.”

The purple-clad turtle sighed as he rolled out from under the car on the rickety old creeper, oil smearing his face and plastron. He reached for the rag as he squinted up at him with one eye, hurrying to wipe some of the grime from the other one.

“Thought those were your ugly shoes. What’s up?”

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Stitch Up My Emptiness

anonymous asked: ♟{ @donnietechno }

[ @donnietechno here ya go. Sorry in advance because it’s more 2007.]

@riff--raph :

In hindsight, he probably should have been worried about his costume less and himself more. He had to be careful though, and that meant making sure his wrecked motorcycle got hidden back in its secret garage safely and his now torn suit hidden from Don. Missing the lair entrance a few times was always a good end to crashing your baby when you weren’t even chasing a perp. He could hardly stand by the time he made it to Donatello’s lab, and didn’t make it very far in before he ate it on the cold floor, blood oozing from a crack in his plastron and a gash in his thigh. The next thing he remembers is waking up in a sweat, being strapped to the table like a lab rat, and Donatello with a massive needle and thread at work on his thigh. It took a few stitches to clear his head, and a few snarls to get his jaw working. “Dammit Don, do you think you could make it hurt any fucking worse?” He clenched his teeth at another jab and turned his head, groaning as his vision swam from the combination.

“Never mind, head did it for ya.”

“Just doing my best to keep you from bleeding out all over the place,” Don said in his usual calm tones. He was used to riding out Raph’s bad attitude; he understood his anger. Didn’t share it, but understood it.

After all, it was hard to be one of four mutants in a world overrun with billions of fleshy pink bigots. None of the brothers “hated” humans; they all respected their culture and their capacity for compassion. And they loved April and Casey, of course; they were honourary turtles, really. But Raph was the one who found it easiest to resent humans for the freedoms they took for granted, and to resent the other three for not resenting the humans more. A vicious little cycle. Even above the bitterness between he and Leo...

But before that thought could land, Don tried to shove it away and focus on the wound. That was an unimportant detail from the past. He gripped Raph’s thigh tighter to try to get him to stop squirming as his other hand pushed the needle through again.

“So... feel like telling me about all this? I mean, you might as well since you don’t exactly have anywhere to go right now.”

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Turtlezord

@splinter-jr :

"Have you seen Mikey's blue prints for his latest 'super mega awesome turtle robot megazord' he's thought up? One of these days I fear they will end up in the shredder's hands and he will actually try to build this nonsense." 

At the mention, Donnie leaned back from his technology magazine — they found it in their most recent rummaging spree — and laughed long and loud.

“Yeah! Oh wow, isn’t it ridiculous? As if we have the resources or power supply to construct a hulking monstrosity like that!”

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Tenderborn || Donnietechno

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“Hey, Mikey... have you seen Raph?”

It was a simple enough question. But Don didn’t seem like his usual self. He was twitchy and looked tired, rubbing at his face as he stood there with some unknown gadget in his other hand.