#theturtlewithoutashell

[heroinewithoutashell]

Oh god thank you for the repost warning. I'll be taking that reblog off my tumblr now; I apologize for that!

It’s alright. I wasn’t mad with you, I was mad at whoever posted it.

[mikeyshulagirl]

Yo anon! Just letting you know that there is a V A S T difference between admiring a FICTIONAL muTANT TURtle and a real LIVE pet. Common sense should indicate this, but I'll assist you with it this time. (just gonna put this here -coughs-)

^

[theturtlewithoutashell]

RP (closed)

leo-nard-o said:

Leo sighed to himself as he looked over New York City in the future. There were aliens walking around and himself and his brothers can walk around without getting freaked out. That was the one thing Leo loved. Also the one thing he hated here,were the bad aliens. He lost count of how many times his brothers and himself have been against them. He also hated their evil clones as well. Clones made from their own DNA and Leo thought they would be like him and his bros but he was wrong. Leo walked out onto the little balcony that Cody had. It was very nice up here Leo thought. Leo always gets a nice view of the new city.

♛ฺ  Døиαтełłø  ♛ฺ

  “ On the balcony again, Leo?

                                   I knew I’d find you up here. “

   Donatello knew his brother, his leader, loved the city view. Constantly, the guys would find Leo on the balcony either staring at the alien city, mediating, training, or a combination of them all. Ever since the increase in alien crimes and their clones showing up, Leo was practically non-existent in their home. He’d be patrolling the city streets, or wake them all up at ungodly hours of the night to stop a robbery, fight, heist, or any type of crime really.

     Donnie was obsessed with the technological advancements of the future. Not only could he mess around with anything he wanted; no one looked twice at him for being out in the open. A giant, purple clad ninja turtle roaming the streets was no big deal here.

Acceptance was something all the boys had striven for the entirety of their lives. They had it here. Together.

“ The guys wanted me to come get you for a few rounds of video games. You         gonna join us? Master Splinter said you need to take a break anyways…

          He-..We worry your constant patrolling could get you in some serious    trouble Leo. Just relax with us tonight, 

                                     okay? ”

                                                                                         ♛ฺ  Døиαтełłø  ♛ฺ ××× leo-nard-o ×××

{{ooc: Don’t mind the non-FF gif of Donnie. I just needed a reaction gif of his 2k3 version. c: }}

[theturtlewithoutashell]

I want to apologize to the few people that have sent me Roleplay requests.

I usually run this blog via mobile app because of how busy I am throughout the day. Sometimes I can't even get on the app for a few days because I'm swamped with work, marching band practices, my sister's autism and autoimmune encephalitis care, ect. Please don't think I'm blatantly ignoring you if I haven't responded to your request, but you see me reblogging tmnt things. I like to keep tmnt images and posts as new and fresh as possible for enjoyment on my blog, and immediately hop off the app after i think i've reblogged enough pictures and posts to keep my shellheads happy for a day/few days. Again, I am terribly sorry if you are upset and feel ignored. I promise you, I am definitely not ignoring you. I just don't have any time for this blog right now. Thank you!

[theturtlewithoutashell]

"Donnie, no!" April rushed over to Donatello's side and grasped his hands. "What are you doing? Donnie, you've got so much to live for!"

No. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be the only one in the lair today. 

The turtle shuddered, a blank expression on him as the soft hands of his crush held his. His sunken in eyes pierced hers, the red hue in them a lot brighter than usual. His arms turned when April grabbed his  cut up hands; lines upon lines of scars and open tissue covered his arms. Fresh ones were heavily bleeding and dripping to the floor, the purple masked turtle not seeming to care. His shell was chipped all over and battered like he had been in a war with himself, throwing himself at the wall and digging into his plastron with a screwdriver trying to burrow deep enough to reach the fragile skin beneath it. 

His breaths were short and shallow as he looked over to the bloody scapels lining the floor. Pill bottles were thrown all over the lab, colorful ellipses littering the floor. They weren’t pills for healing however; they were pills made for euthanizing different types of animals. 

"I can only live so long with secrets…and taunts from my brothers..and..the people in New York..who have seen me…and treated me like an animal..a..f-freak.." Donnie weakly spoke, struggling not to cry. "April..I’m so sorry.." The lanky turtle finally broke down, weakly clutching onto the Kunoichi’s hands with all the might he had in him. He was determined to not let go as he cried, the tears trickling down his face. "April..I can’t help but think this is my fault…everything…" Donnie looked up, his eyes bloodshot from crying. The expression he had was one of complete failure, he had given up. A kunai that he had in his lap slid off and clattered to the floor, blood smearing off of it to forever permanently stain the concrete floor. His face was cut up from what looked like nails dragging down the skin, opening it like a seam splitting on a worn dress.  The now dark purple bandanna was soaking up some blood that was cascading down his forehead from a gash he had attained, the purple turning a sick maroon. “Please forgive me April..please…” Donnie shakily grabbed a rather large shot that was empty and plucked it from his upper outer thigh, grabbing the vile of the liquid he had injected into himself and giving it to April. “This is in my blood…stream..” He winced, starting to feel the venom’s effect in his leg. “If you want me to stay here…a while longer…the antidote..is…in…my lab..fridge..” Donnie wheezed, clutching at his chest from the pain of his organs shutting down. “It’s 18 doses..of king cobra..venom…” The turtle whimpered and cried out in pain as the venom ate at his muscles and eyes. “I’m gonna go…blind…hurry..” The purple clad turtle hissed as he stood up with all his power, stumbling over to the recliner in the corner of the lab. “Promise me this…I live…you still love…me..” Donnie groaned, wheezing and coughing up blood onto the floor. His eyes were still producing tears, which had soaked parts of his mask and his face. This was a sign that the blindness hadn’t quite set in yet.

((ooc: Reply and make Donnie better! GOD ALMIGHTY PLEASE ;_;))

[pyschotickind]

（*´▽｀*）: I love the way you play your character.

（*´▽｀*）: I love the way you play your character.

[ -SCREAMS- that means a lot! thank you! ;w; <3 ]

[lornaka]

I want to apologize for the mix up of artwork on this recently posted piece. They were anonymously submitted to me and I didn't research them enough for credibility. I also didn't know you have a tumblr! LOVE your art and yet again, I apologize.

Thanks ) It puzzles me every time when people say "I didn't know you have a tumblr" or "I don't know the author" when the link to my tumblr is right there on the pictures. Should I make it bigger and uglier? -_- Thanks for apologizing though. You can leave the post (if Snuffes doesn't mind your reposting her art, you should ask her) but please fix the source and research the authors next time ._.  

[theturtlewithoutashell]

Stomach Virus.

Mun has a bad virus, so all roleplays, requests, and questions will be replied to throughout the course of the day. Sorry -Mun