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tyo-mimt · 5 months

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4/36. @tmnt-event-blog

For the first time, Casey Junior experiences snow.

(a/n: this is where i begin to encounter the problem that is tumblr's lack of colour options)

"Sensei!"

Right, he was leading an expedition.

"Master Michelangelo!"

Patrol...

"Donatello!"

Was not to be disturbed for a while...

"Uncle Raph!"

The large snapping turtle came bounding toward him in large strides, stopping just short of bumping into Casey. "CJ! What happened?"

The boy grabbed ahold of his hand, walking toward the entrance of the base. "There's something out there... It's falling out of the sky..."

"Rain?"

"No, it's like... It's like ash, but white and cold," Uncle Raph's eyes widened at the explanation; Casey jumped on that, "You know what it is?"

"CJ!" He called out, wering a toothy smile, "It's snow!"

"Uncle Raph might..." He took ahold of the boy's hand, running toward the exit in large strides. There it was, the white fluffy substance littering the ground. Turning to the turtle, his concern shifted to glee. He started laughing, wearing a child-like expression as he hopped into the piles.

Snow... The boy mentally echoed the word, immediately being pulled over. He fell face-first in the white fluff, expecting to breathe in a rancid smell or feel something that burned; his skin instead felt cold and tingly. And not the kind he'd usually feel when there was an unpleasantly tenacious draft. It was nice, and the large smile on his uncle's face made it all the more magical.

Pushing himself onto his palms, he matched his uncle's laughter as he moved over to his back. Knowing what it was, it didn't feel as scary as he thought it would.

"I guess Uncle Raph's never told you about it."

"No one has told me about it!"

"Hehe, I hear someone's having a good time." Casey shot up to watch Commander O'Neil strut out from the entrance, Donatello trailing behind her.

"Donnie making a wrong guess? Don't make too many of those, we still need that big brain of yours," She teased, grabbing Donnie by the arm and dragging him into the open air.

"Aw, I knew I predicted the surprise too late!"

"You knew about this?"

He nearly fell, retorting by gathering up a ball of snow. He threw it in her face, and Casey could only watch and laugh as Commander O'Neil chased the softshell around with an even bigger wad of snow.

"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."

His head snapped to the other side as he watched Madter Michelangelo return, two other patrollers trailing behind. "Seeing this snowfall brings me back, it's good to see it again..."

Unceremoniously (and unexpectedly), the box turtle leaned back and fell down into the snow. His arms and legs flailed in a controlled motion in the ground, creating a small outline where snow was pushed aside (A snow angel, as Uncle Raph off-handedly pointed out).

"Aww, everyone's started the party without me?"

The chorus of footsteps through the thick snow grabbed Casey's split attention once more. Sensei returned, and judging by the look on his face and the load of wrapped resources he carried upon his shouders, the expedition must've gone well.

"Not our fault you came so late," Michelangelo teased, sitting up from the small pit he made for himself.

"But you came at the perfect time," Uncle added. Sensei handed his load to one of the survivors as they headed inside, some of the older stragglers talking among themselves about this phenomenon.

Just as the slider took a step forward, a ball of snow was thrown in his direction. Comically, he exhaled as snow fell onto the ground.

"Aww, Nardo!" Donatello called out, as if annoyed that he got in the way of his actual target.

"Hey! I'm the one with a face full of snow!" Sensei argued. Even then, there was that large playful grin on his face. He lowered himself to gather up a ball, and now two were chasing Donatello around.

It was all so childlike, harkening back to an age Casey never experienced. One he might never have experienced. He got lucky... It was sad to think about, but he was grateful he was even able to experience it.

#writing #rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt future raph #rottmnt future donnie #rottmnt future april #rottmnt future mikey #rottmnt future leo

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sketch-mer-6195 · 3 months

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Unlikely Lead (ROTTMNT Donatello Hamato x OC)

A/N: I hope some of you have figured out the riddle, I know some of you have told me you have which is awesome!!! I might be making this as a short mini-series on how the two meet and officially take the first step into some sort of relationship. Anywhizzle, lemme know and enjoy!

Warnings/Triggers: A little swearing, alcohol drinking (nothing sever).

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Word Count: 1448

It has been two months since he met his mysterious dance partner witch at the bar. Two months of trying to locate this witch in Witchtown. Two months of searching through many security cameras through many shops and stores in Hidden City. And two grueling months of internal battles about this mystery woman within his mind and dreams. He couldn’t help but thank the Pizza Supreme in the Sky that he and his brothers had their own spaces. The only thing he knew, after her riddle and muddling over his decision to find her was her name.

Andromeda.

That's all he could run with. It was something, but he was not enjoying having to investigate and try to locate her.

Donnie was back at the bar, in his usual booth with his usual drink and a glass of the cocktail that this Andromeda woman gave him. A map of the Hidden City glowed in front of him from his gauntlet where a majority was crossed off except for two places. The bar, where he was currently residing. And The Grand Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus. Witchtown was crossed off more times than he could count as he would return to see if there was a chance that someone in that small community had seen her. But each time, they would decline that they had seen her or had no idea who she was.

"Where the hell are you, Andromeda?" He mumbled as he took a sip of his drink.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Donnie glanced up to see someone he was praying he wasn't going to see anytime soon. Or ever for that matter.

With a vex glare, Donnie watched the person sit across from him and closed his map.

"Hello there, Kendra. How's probation treating you once again?" He replied in a sardonic tone.

The purple and black haired girl sneered as she adjusted her Purple Dragon's cropped bomber and snatched the Purple Lemon Drop Cocktail. Kendra slowly sipped the drink as she saw the annoyance in Donnie's eyes. Oh such sweet pleasures to piss off the genius.

"So, whatcha lookin' for Othello? Another new experiment?" She asked.

Donnie groaned and leaned back in his seat. "This doesn't concern you, Kendra. Now, if you excuse me, I'm waiting for someone here to meet me."

"You mean this mystery girl that you've oh-so been searching for?" She replied, smirking as she saw the deep shock on the softshells reaction.

"How did yo-"

"I know you, jerk face. And I might be able to help you. Just like old times." Kendra spoke over and soon threw a seductive and somewhat cheshire smile.

But Donnie was not going to let that happen. Rising from his seat, he laid his pay on the table under his half finished drink and began to head out of the bar. But her hand gripped his bicep to stop him only to have his ninpo develop a long claw to pluck her away from him and dangle her in the air.

"Let go of me!!!" Kendra struggled but was brought close to meet Donnie face to face.

"I don't care what happened before. But I don't want anything to do with you, Kendra." He stated firmly before releasing her and letting her fall with a thud.

Turning on his heel, Donnie presumed to walk away before he attempted to do anything irrational.

"I know where she is! That girl with the piercings!" Kendra barked out as she rubbed her tender backside from the fall.

Donnie stopped before looking over his shoulder. She stood to her feet and mumbled a swear before glaring at the turtle. Throwing what looked like a credit card to him, Donnie caught it and looked at the card itself to see a business name on it which surprised him.

He looked back at Kendra who flashed a victorious smile and crossed her arms across her chest. Without a single word, Donnie raised the card up as a sign of thanks before leaving the bar. He had a lead from a very unlikely source. But it was better than going back to Witchtown yet again. Taking the closest hidden door to enter the streets of New York City, he took to the streets to find this store front.

As he made his way down the empty streets, he let his battle shell remove his button down shirt and tie before streaking across the night sky to find the storefront. It shouldn't be that difficult to find, right?

Even if the store was closed, he at least had a lead so he could find Andromeda. But that was all thwarted when he saw something glowing on a rooftop. Exactly where the store was supposedly located. As he flew closer to the glowing light, he landed on a nearby building across from where the source of light emitted. Donnie looked over the edge to see an abundant mystic garden that had all sorts of botanical life. A greenhouse also housing more delicate life inside it's warm cocoon. And one person tending to the garden with a tablet in hand.

Same hair of brunette red, slender frame, fair skinned but her clothes much more frumpy and comfortable. Loose dark navy bell bottom jeans that were cinched in place by a long braided leather belt. An olive green cardigan sweater that was over one shoulder. A spaghetti strap grey tank top and black leather platform boots. She was still beautiful, even if she was in comfortable clothing. With a slow wave of her free hand, he watched her draw in the air as she was casting what must have been a spell as a puff of what looked like pink and gold glitter exploded and sprinkled across her garden. Then with a tap on her tablet, the water sprinklers set off in a nice misting on some and to others an out right downpour.

"Now what are you doing on the surface?" He asked himself as he activated his new visor and worked on zooming in to see her better along with this new found information.

As he ran his scanners to see what she had set up, he could see signatures of high mystic magic in most of her plants. But within the greenhouse was just normal produce and botany. Nothing extreme in his books. Then he set his sights on Andromeda. The mystery girl whom he had been looking for. As he laid eyes upon her, he could only see her back.

Oh how Donnie wanted to scream at her to turn around. But he bit his tongue to keep himself silent.

As he did his best to try and take images of the location, he noticed his visor beginning to malfunction and digitize on him. He tapped his side piece that activated the visor only to have a bright light briefly blind him, causing Donnie to fall on his backside and shut off his visor. All he could see were spots and stars as his vision slowly came to focus and clarity. Once it did, Donnie looked over the ledge only to gawk in utter shock.

"SHE'S GONE!?"

The entire scene, garden, her. Vanished out of thin air.

"How the hell did she suddenly..." Donnie started only to reactivate his visor to locate any mystic energy.

But it was no use, his visor was malfunctioning and just showing everything heavily pixelated and in black and white. Defeated, but only just a little, Donnie took it as a sign to go home and sleep on it. Standing to his feet and activating his battle shell for flight once more, Donnie looked down at the now empty rooftop and smiled a little.

"Until we meet again, my lady."

And took off into the night sky.

But she saw him, behind a shield that she used thanks to Purple Dragon technology to keep her mystic garden hidden and safe. How he found her garden, she had her suspicions that Jason blabbed her residency. But she knew he wouldn't do so. Maybe the turtle got lucky? And it looks like his luck paid off finally. With a smirk, Andromeda set her watering cycle to shut off in a couple minutes before going inside her apartment for the night to get some much needed sleep before going to school. She knew the report that she and Sunita were working on was due tomorrow and they had to present it with April. So, with her mind on sleep and making sure she was ready for her project, she carefully got ready for bed and laid down for the night with the likes of her turtle dance partner filtering into her dreams.

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remmushound · 3 years

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@brightlotusmoon Part 2 of the Bay/Rise crossover!!

The memory just kept replaying in Donatello’s mind. He tried dismissing it, but it would return and dominate his mind like a storm over the city. Running. Running, and April was in the lead— Splinter was pulling her along. Michelangelo in his shell. He did that when he got scared, it couldn’t help it. It was biological. Leonardo was there with him…

Donatello’s legs ached. His back ached, and his arms, and his stomach. Everything burned from the strain. He kept going.

Everyone was running. Everyone was ahead of him— he couldn’t keep up. He was falling behind and he was—falling! Tripping. Splinter looked back and cried out to his son, and then Leonardo looked back. But Leonardo couldn’t leave Michelangelo…

Donatello noticed the camera in his exhausted stupor. He disabled it just as quickly. His spider arms couldn’t take much more of this. He needed a break. He felt warm dripping down his arms. He kept going.

There was a weight on his back. A comforting weight that covered him like a mutant shield, hugging him from behind and securing a wall between him and the Shredder. Raphael…

Donatello felt one of his metal arms give way. It echoed painfully and the additional weight made him stop. He could feel those eyes staring at him...

Donatello told him to get off, but Raphael held those seconds steadfast. Raphael held him.

Now he held Raphael. Donatello forced himself to backtrack in his desperation for rest.

The shredder was upon them. Claws of titanium slicing through hard keratin like it was butter. The scream. The blood. The portal…

A sword made him stop a moment. A katana, pointed at him. A clear threat. He tried to call out, but found the words stopped at his throat. He tried to step out into the light…

The rift was unstable. Something was pulling them away from their desired destination. Donatello clinging to Raphael. Leonardo clinging to Michelangelo. Splinter clinging to April. Everyone trying to reach out for the others…

Instead, the light came to him in a blinding flash that made him unsteady on his feet.

Then falling. Freefalling through the sky. The hovers on his battle shell the only thing keeping him and Raphael from hitting the ground too hard.

Donatello had to say something, and he tried to make it something distinguished and peaceful. A plea for salvation. All his mind could think to say was,

“Help…”

*****

At first nobody moved. The shock was too great and the confusion strong between them. When someone did move it wasn’t at Leo’s command. Donnie moved forward on his own, grabbing one of the spiked monster’s massive arms and trying to yank him up.

“You gonna help me or what?” Donnie snapped, looking back at his brothers for help.

“Donnie, we don’t know what they are!” Leo finally broke the shock to argue.

“I know I’m not willing to let this one bleed out, so stop standing there trying to catch flies and help me!”

“Raph.” Leo shook his head and motioned for Raph to help, “Help Donnie! Mikey with me.”

Raph hurried forward and grabbed the massive mutants other side, heaving him up together and supporting the hundreds of pounds of muscle between them.

“Shit!” Donnie eyed the damage to the turtle’s carapace, “Looks like he went ten rounds with a semi!”

“He looks kinda like Raph!” Mikey said, voicing the thoughts that filled his brothers minds.

Leo, Raph, and Donnie all exchanged looks. Leo heaved the smaller turtle onto his back, still muscular and a decent weight despite the smaller size, and Mikey was there to help him.

“Let’s get these guys home and have Don patch em up.” He held up a hand when Donnie tried to speak, “We’ll talk later. Let’s go.”

*****

No one said a word on the way back. Mikey tried a few times but when no one, not even Raph, reacted to his attempts at a joke, he eventually went quiet. They hustled at Donnie’s impatient prompting, and the whole way the box turtle was muttering equations and percentages under his breath that none of his brothers could quite make out. When they came through the tunnels, Splinter was there to greet them. His watery eyes went wide and ears back when he smelled the metal of blood clinging to his sons.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“It’s not our blood, sensei.” Leo answered.

Splinter’s eyes searched up and found the sight of the wounded young mutants supported by his sons.

“Oh my…”

“They’re really hurt, dad.” Leo shook his head.

“Here, here— lay them on their stomachs. Be careful!” Donnie guided his brothers to lay the wounded on a table after swiping everything off of it.

“I’m sorry dad, I—“ Leo tried to say.

“Don’t apologize, go!” Splinter urged, and Leo obeyed.

“They gonna be okay, Don?” Leo said as he laid the soft-skinned mutant on the table alongside the giant.

Donnie pulled his goggles down to get a better read on their vitals. “Leo, I need you to go get my mutant aid kit from my lab— the green one with a turtle on it, not the cross.”

“Okay, Don.”

“What can we do?” Raph offered.

“You can give me space.” Donnie growled, “Nothing you can do here, just try to stay quiet so I can focus…”

Donnie pulled himself onto the table, turning his attention to the struggling snapper— for that’s what he recognized the species as almost as once. He lifted the massive head in both hands, taking a quick look at the nostrils in search for blood. Then he came to the mouth and heistated.

“Actually, Raph.” Donnie called back to Raph before the turtle could get far, “Could you give me a hand here? Just— just open his mouth so I can make sure he’s not aspirating?”

“Sure.” Raph hurried over and pried the massive jaws open without a care as to losing a finger or two should the mutant wake.

“Mm. No blood.” Donnie sighed, “Help me take his gear off.”

Raph obliged Donnie’s command and helped him to remove the armor, tossing in a pile to the side. Leo hurried back with the kit Donnie needed and Donnie was quick to take it. Donnie took a flashlight from his belt and shined it into the massive blue eyes of the wounded beast, giving a grin of confidence as the eyes contracted and reacted to the light.

Donnie pulled on his rubber gloves before he started to examine the obvious source of damage.

“What could’ve caused this?” Leo asked, peeking over the bloody carapace.

Donnie hummed and hovered a finger across the cracks. “The cracks don’t follow the suture borders like any normal crack would. This wasn’t an accident, this was very deliberate. Something… some type of three-bladed weapon. Whatever it was, it got him good.”

Donnie opened the turtle care kit and pulled out a drill.

“Can it be fixed?” Leo asked.

Donnie was hesitant to give any answer other than, “We’ll see.”

*****

While he worked, Donnie made sure to keep a close eye on both the snapper and the smaller companion. A softshell, he suspected due to the face shape. His vitals were stable enough and if they did start to drop than Donnie would know. Fixing the shell without the bone sutures to guide him proved difficult, but not impossible. It just involved drilling a lot more screws in than he usually would, and a much slower, tedious process. Drilling the holes parallel to each other and connecting them with tightened wire to pull the cracks together. The more he worked, the more he realized why the slashes were as awkward as they were. Whatever had attacked him had attacked not only the shield of his carapace, but taken off a few of the many spikes that covered his shell. Two of the dorsal ridges had been taken off at their middle, and a third was slashed off completely. Several more were chipped and slashed at the top, but not enough to warrant repair— not deep enough to bleed. After near two hours of intense focus, Donnie finally backed off the snapper and started to remove his bloody gloves.

“How is he?” Leo was on Donnie in an instant, “Is he okay?”

“He’s… stable.” Donnie said, discarding his gloves safely in the bio hazard bin.

“So are we gonna talk about what the fuck is happening here?” Raph appeared just as sudden and quick as Leo.

“He was hurt.” Donnie said calmly, going to his sink and washing up to his forearms before placing fresh gloves. “Something attacked him.”

“Yeah, we understand that, but… why does he look like Raph?”

Donnie didn't have an answer to give, even if he wanted to.

“Mikey, leave him alone.” Donnie pushed past his brothers, holding his gloved hands out in front of him and avoiding contact with everything that might contaminate the rubber. Mikey had taken the opening of Donnie’s absence to jump on the table and start to poke at the subject that Donnie now turned his attention to. Donnie ushered Mikey off of the table and away from his patients. “If you wanna help, see if you can figure out how to take that shell peice off of him.”

Donnie started to give the other mutant the same mouth and nose exam he had given to the snapper. Mikey obliged Donnie’s request, if only to give him more time to be in contact with the new mutant. Mikey picked up the mutants hand and dropped it, laughing as it dropped hard.

“Dude! This guys out cold!” Mikey stood over the mutant and leaned down to stick his face in the softshell’s.

“Out of the way, Mikey.” Donnie huffed and nudged Mikey away with his shoulder.

“What? Come on dude, I’m helping— I’m helping! Hey, what’s this button do?”

“Mikey, do not—“

Mikey pressed the botton on the mutants belt, and the belt snapped undone.

“Oh.” Donnie blinked, “Guess that could’ve been worse. Might’ve helped, actually.”

“See? Told ya I was helpful!” Mikey picked the armor off of the mutants carapace and tossed it haphazardly to the side. “Yoooo! He looks like a burnt pancake!”

“Mikey!” Leo scolded, “That’s not nice!”

“Why’s his back like that?” Mikey gawked.

“Yeah. It’s more like a moldy tortilla than a shell.” Raph commented.

“Cut it out, both of you!” Leo snarled.

“Why’s he look like that?” Mikey laughed and poked the shell, “ewww! It’s all squishy! And flexible!” Mikey bended the bridge of the shell and made the unconscious mutant groan and wince.

“Stop That!” Donnie nudged Mikey away. “He’s a softshell.”

“A what?”

“A softshell. Judging by these ridges, I’d guess Apalone Spinerifa—“

“In non-geek speak, please.”

“Spiny softshell.” Donnie sighed, “Anyway, his vitals seem stable, and there’s no obvious signs of damage. I’m guessing he just exhausted himself trying to carry that snapper for god knows how long— hell, I was breaking a sweat just carrying him home, and that was with Raphael’s help!”

“But he’s gonna be okay?”

“Mm.” Donnie hummed and started to examine the fleshy parts of the mutant. “He has some minor scratching and abrasions— nothing a little rest TLC can’t fix. They’re both cold, though— I’ll need to hook up a heat lamp to try and keep their body heat from dipping too low.”

“When will they wake?” Splinter asked suddenly, the brothers parting as he approached to let him get a better view of the young mutants.

“Hard to tell— the softshell will probably be up before the snapper, so anywhere from a few hours to a day I’d say.”

“And their ages?” Splinter traced a careful paw between the two wounded creatures, his eyes soft with worry.

“Um. Can’t really get specifics, but still in their teens— no older than sixteen I’d say.”

“Just boys… younger than you four.” He took the softshell’s head in his hands to look at his features more closely.

“What should we do, father?” Leo asked, appealing to the old rat.

“Mm. Make them comfortable. They are our guests.”

“But—“ Leo went to argue.

Splinter held up a paw. “They asked for our help, and we will give it to them. For now, all we can do is wait for one or both of them to wake up…”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #rise raphael #rise donnie #bayverse turtles

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