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boxfullaturtles · 2 months

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Donnie, number 19

hehehehehhehe angst for donnie

time to Good Genes Rise Donatello again lol

this one got long because it contains my favorite tropes, non-consensual body modification and painful transformations uwu

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“I did warn you turtley-boos to keep out of my business,” Big Mama coos at them and Raph dearly wants to punch her in her face.

But Donnie is down and Leo’s trying to tend to him and Raph’s not stupid enough to think that he and Mikey alone can take on Big Mama. Especially when Raph is preoccupied by the fact that Donnie’s been shot.

Big Mama's still got the gun in her hand--not a human gun, something yokai that glows a sickly yellow and looks like it has teeth. Donnie's sitting on the floor, breathing hard and curling away from Leo. And Leo is trying to pry Donnie's fingers away from the bloody spot and Raph is so, so angry. And scared. They've never been shot before.

"Shame, firearms aren't really my frivvly-forte," Big Mama hums, "I was aiming for the little one. Ah well, the result will still be the same~" She smiles at them and waves the gun in a farewell, "It will keep you busy for a bitty-while. Ta-ta~"

Raph's not about to just let her walk away and he makes to launch after her with a snarl. A painful cry from Donnie and a worried order from Leo stop him in his tracks, making him stagger and turn. He's never heard Donnie make a sound like that before and it makes his heart lurch in his chest.

Donnie's left arm--the one that's been shot--is shaking and spasming, the tremor running through his entire body. Worse still are the veins of toxic yellow seeping from the bullet wound. Donnie is panting, gasping for air, trying to hold his own arm still as it jitters at his side.

Then, horrifically, his arm bulges.

A scream of pain tears out of Donnie and he doubles over on the ground, grinding his forehead into gritty cement. His injured arm is jutted out in front of him, fingers dancing across the floor. The swell in his upper arm, right beneath the bullet hole, wriggles and spreads, pressing outward. Donnie screams again as his arm bulges, gets bigger, straining the elbow pad until it threatens to tear. And Raph realizes that Donnie's arm isn't just swelling, it's packing on muscle.

There's an awful CRACK and Donnie's scream hits higher, scratching the air. His arm is growing. It's growing bigger and longer and it's wrong, it's so very wrong.

The change reaches Donnie's wrist and he lets out a screaming sob, his other hand coming to paw at his vambrace tech. He leaves smears of his own blood over the screen. His skin is bunching against the metal, trying to stretch and grow, hampered by Donnie's tech. Leo dives forward and pries it off and the growth shoots down Donnie's arm. His hand slams into the floor and veins bulge from the back, bones cracking and popping as they grow bigger. His nail thicken and sharpen into claws.

A monstrous, mutated arm is swollen from Donnie's shoulder, his violet markings stretched like streaks of paint. His arm is as big as Raph's. Maybe even bigger.

"I...is it...stopping?" Mikey's voice is trembling, his hands pressed against his mouth. His watery eyes are staring helplessly at his brother.

"...Dee?" Leo ventures carefully, "Donnie? Hey, come on, buddy, speak to me."

The only thing he gets in answer is a wheezing, whispered, "...help."

Something creaks and Donnie groans. It takes Raph a moment to realize that what he's hearing is the strain of metal.

"His battle shell," He murmurs to himself and then, louder, "His battle shell! Take it off!" He doesn't wait for Leo, just leaps forward and grabs the shoulder clamps of Donnie's precious battle shell. He knows there's a release button on there somewhere but he can't be bothered to look for it. He just mutters a quick apology and snaps the clamps off, tossing them aside and wrenching the shell from Donnie's back.

"Oh god..." Leo sounds like he's being strangled.

Donnie's soft shell is rippling and churning. He lets out another agonizing groan as the little ridges along his spine stretch up and out into sharp spikes. The spikes rise off his arched back and then fold back down again, flexing like tiny wings, stretching new muscles that are forcing themselves into place. The edges of his shell spread, curving into bony spikes, and a sharp, snapping clicking starts as Donnie's spine lengthens.

He's sobbing now, gasping for air as his body warps. There's an awful CRUNCH and Donnie jolts, his cries turning into a breathless gargle when his plastron bows outward, new scutes wedging themselves into existence.

It's spreading faster now.

The belt at Donnie's waist snaps as his lithe frame widens, bulking up with muscle and mass. The elbow pad and glove on his left arm have split at the seams and the ones on his right are going to follow soon enough. His neck thickens, veins pulsing along its length and Donnie throws his head back, choking, eyes rolling in pain.

"Do something...!" Mikey whimpers and then grabs Raph's arm, shaking him, "Do something! Do something! Help him! Raph!"

But Raph doesn't know what to do. He can only stand there in cold terror as his brother's body is twisted. Raph looks at Leo but Leo is on his knees, clutching Donnie's wrist tech to his chest, sinking deep into shock as he watches what's happening. None of them know what to do. None of them know how to stop this.

Donnie's breathing has become deeper, heavier, huffing bellowing growls from the expanding cavity of his broad chest. His next scream comes out in a shaky roar. His tail clicks with new vertebrae as it lengthens, thickening and growing small spikes until its longer than Raph's tail. Donnie digs his feet into the cement, whining and snarling as bones and muscles bulge and grow. His knees break into a new shape with a sickening, wet SNAP that makes Raph feel sick, fresh joints jamming into place, toes growing bigger, claws scraping the floor.

There's a pause, a second where everything holds its breath, like the changes are settling into place. Donnie's normal face looks tiny on his hulking new body. Then comes a splintering crunch and Donnie howls in agony.

It's horrifying to watch his skull grow, pressing outward, stretching his bandana almost to its limits. The bridge of his goggles snap and tumble to the ground. Skin stretches, rippling over changing structures, and Donnie gags, coughing, and vomits onto the ground. His jaw crackles as it grows, his tongue lengthening and spilling out of his mouth while he pants for air. His gums begin to bleed and Donnie cries and wails as his teeth fall out, pushed out by the lethal set of jagged, predatory fangs he's sprouting.

Mikey is sobbing now, pressed against Raph's side because none of them can help, none of them can stop this. All they can do is watch.

Donnie collapses to the floor, wheezing, claws scrabbling and his tail lashing. His eyes roll wildly until he locks gazes with Raph. There's a second that lasts for hours where Raph looks into Donnie's eyes and sees his little brother begging for help, begging for Raph to stop the pain. Raph's heart is in pieces.

He's still making staring at Donnie when the light of intelligence flickers in his brother's eyes...and goes out.

And just like that, Donatello Hamato is gone.

The creature that's warped his body roars and thrashes on the ground, snapping its teeth and snarling. Spittle flies from its gnashing jaws and its tail is beating so hard against the floor that it vibrates like a bass drum.

"Don..." Leo's voice is a trembling whisper. He's in shock, just sitting on the floor, staring at what he twin has become.

Raph feels like he's floating off into a void; adrift, lost, and hopeless. The pieces of his shattered heart have dropped into his icy stomach and his body is far away, numb. It belongs to someone else, someone who can actually be a hero, someone who can save his brothers, someone who is a big brother.

Someone who isn't Raph, who can only stare at the creature that used to be Donnie as it rises shakily to its feet, towering over him.

And Raphael has never felt so small and useless.

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lil messy sketch of monster don so i could visualize him at least he got to keep his bandana :)

#rottmnt #tmnt angst prompts #sage writes turtles #cw painful transformation #cw body horror #i spent all day agonizing over what to write for this #rottmnt fic server saved my bacon. thank you my dudes.

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purplepixel · 2 months

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#24 just breathe for rise disaster twins for the drawing prompt thing? :)

#24 Just breathe + Leo and Donnie

I had too much fun with the color

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starry-eyed-adam · 1 month

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panic attack writing prompts :)

“My chest hurts. It hurts.”

“I can’t!”

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

“Don’t touch me—don’t touch me!”

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

tw: gunshots, trauma, panic attack

takes place a year or so after chapter 21 of Head Over Boots, they’re on their camping trip :)

The gunshot seemed to scream through the air, some hunter’s nearby attempt at murder of an animal, the sound rattling against Yuichi’s skull as it penetrated his ears. Faintly, the logs in his arms tumbled and hit the soft forest floor, and Yuichi fell similarly, shaking hands over his ears as he curled up tightly, defensively.

Another shot, and Yuichi yelped as his chest constricted, heart thudding erratically as he felt an icy grip around him.

Boots on the dirt, towards him, barrel of a shotgun between his eyes.

“You’ve ruined everything.”

“Honeybunny?” Leo glanced over his shoulder at the absence of footsteps behind him. The slider dropped his own firewood and hurried back, brow furrowed at the sight of his husband crouched low, shaking on the ground. “Yuichi, hey, what happened?”

Yuichi didn’t answer, barely heard a word. The world bled in and out of focus, his ears still rang, from the day his stallion threw him from the saddle and he lay there to die.

To die.

Cold metal against his jaw. A threat, and not an empty one.

Pump.

Click.

BANG!

Leo’s hand reached to gently rub his lover’s back, an attempt to ground him, bring him back.

“Don’t touch me!” Yuichi shrieked, and the cowboy instantly drew back. “Don’t touch me!”

“Darlin’, hey, you’re safe,” whispered his worried husband, kneeling before him. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

“M-My chest,” Yuichi gasped, removing one hand from his ears to clutch at the front of his shirt. Tears spilled down his cheeks, left clean streaks against the dust and dirt. “It hurts, it—it hurts.”

He was going to die. He was going to die he was going to die he was going to—

“Honeybunny,” spoke Leo, slow and soothing, “I need you to take a deep breath, okay? It hurts ‘cause you ain’t breathin’ enough.”

Gasping, chest rising and falling so rapidly and shallowly, Yuichi tried to remember how to breathe. Sucking in air too fast, he choked and coughed. “I—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Yuichi, honey, nobody’s gonna hurt you. I’m right here, okay? Deep breaths, darlin’. Watch me.” Hesitantly, reluctantly, Yuichi cracked his wild, glistening eyes open, found Leo’s calm blue ones. “Good, good,” whispered the slider with a smile. “Take a deep breath in, through your nose. Slow.” Watching his husband breathe in, so slow and easy, Yuichi closed his mouth to copy him.

“There ya go! Good. Now out through your mouth.” Leo blew out a breath, and, shakily, Yuichi did the same. “Good job, honeybunny. Take another breath in.”

The guided breathing went on for what felt like ages as Yuichi’s chest loosened, and the frigid feeling slipped away, melted into the forest floor with his terror. “There you go,” whispered Leo with a small, proud smile. “Is it okay if I hold your hand, honeybunny?”

Yuichi wiped at his eyes with a sniff and nodded after a moment. The familiar feeling of the rough, calloused palm in his own, the sensation of Leo’s thumb rubbing little circles against the back of his hand, was an instant comfort, and Yuichi closed his eyes to breathe deeply again. “Good job,” praised his husband again, smiling warmly at him. “You wanna tell me what happened, there?”

Swallowing, rubbing at his eye again, Yuichi made a face. “It was, um. It was stupid,” he mumbled. “I heard a gunshot. And I got scared.”

“Mm.” Leo continued to rub his hand, still breathing so slow and calm. “That ain’t stupid. Gunshots are scary. Especially after what Don’s put ya through.” He shifted to sit beside Yuichi, guiding his husband to lean into his side, rest his head on his shoulder. Yuichi closed his eyes with the soothing comfort of Leo’s body, the smell of pine and hay and the cologne that always stayed on his clothes.

“Think you can make it back to camp, honey?” whispered Leo, rubbing his back. Yuichi sniffed again and nodded, moving to stand but wincing at the burning pain that radiated through his knees. Dammit.

“It’s okay, I got ya.” Leo grinned as he wrapped his arm around Yuichi’s waist, lifting him to stand like he weighed nothing. “Wanna grab your firewood? We’ll head back to camp an’ take a nap, okay? Panic attacks are exhaustin’.” He kissed Yuichi’s cheek with a small smile, and the rabbit yokai returned it, lingering for a moment. Yuichi watched with a grin of his own as Leo started back on the trail, going to gather the wood he’d dropped.

Damn, he was lucky to have someone who loved him so much.

prompts below! from @unboundprompts

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt head over boots #head over boots #rottmnt yuichi usagi #rottmnt leosagi #leosagi #leoichi #panic attack #rottmnt angst #angst with a happy ending #panic attacks #writing prompt #writing prompts

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yorshie · 5 months

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1 with Raph 👀

*pops knuckles threateningly* let's do this-

[tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now]

"What the actual fuck?!"

You pressed back up against the wall, trying to make yourself as still and as quiet as possible as Raphael wore a hole in your carpet in front of you, heart hammering out a fast staccato against the curve of your ribs.

You hadn't been expecting him. Had barely had enough time to drop your keys and shove the duffel bag you'd been carrying under the table by your door before the window in your living room had opened with a loud bang, and your home had been invaded by the red banded turtle.

The turtle that had taken one look at you, head canted to the side and brow lowered threatening, before he'd reached down and snagged the bag you'd tried to hide before you could even offer a protest.

Now, with the dark fatigues hanging halfway out the ripped zipper, the fitted mask creaking ominously in his clenched fist, you weren't sure if you should stay put, or try and open the door to escape the charged atmosphere.

Every now and then Raph would pause, look down at the mask before turning a dead eyed stare to your face, before he'd resume pacing. It was unnerving, feeling all the tension radiating off of him, but not having an ounce of frustration or anger crossing his face. The baby fine hair at your nape rose as he gave into the compulsion to study you once more.

"Tell me this is a lie, right now." He held out the mask towards you, and you made an aborted move against the wood at your back, taking the movement for a threat before realizing he hadn't gone any furthur.

He took another step into your space, arms flexing outwards, and your shoulders knocked against the door. His voice dropped an octave, rumbling in his chest as he asked, "tell me it's a joke. Right now. Tell me you're playing with me."

Your knees creaked, jittering, and you flicked a fast glance down to the brightly painted Foot over the shoulder of the sleeve hanging out the bag, lips tight together. Knowing you couldn't lie, not directly, not to this turtle.

Raph exhaled heavily, his breath painting over your face, and you clocked the way his grip tightened on the mask, the sound of the optical lenses shattering against his palm.

#my writing snippets #tmnt raphael #tmnt bayverse #bayverse raphael #cussing #cw cussing #dark themes #angst prompt #bayverse raph x reader

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idiot-mushroom · 2 years

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Angst headcannon that a villian found out that donnie liked casey and used it against him during battle

edit: click it bc tumblr hates me enough to cut off my fuck’n comic

#2012 donnie #2012 karai #tmnt fanart #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #jonatello #angst prompt #angst angst angst #tmnt #fan comic #my comic

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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writing idea 💡

so i have this idea, but idek which turtle it would fit best, okay here we go:

reader has been seeing [insert turtle] for a while now but [insert turtle] doesn’t seem to want to take things further/show commitment

but that’s only because [insert turtle] has been wearing a cloaking brooch the entire time, posing as a human, and at first the secret identity didn’t seem like such a big deal, he didn’t realize how important reader would become to him, or how fast the two of you would get to know each other

so one day reader confronts [insert turtle], knowing that he has been lying about something, lying for a while now because certain things haven’t been adding up, so reader is fed up, they’ve been toyed with before, been lied to before, reader thought [insert turtle] was different

“If you lie to me one more time,” reader’s hands clench down at their sides as they stare into [insert turtle]’s eyes. “I’m gone.” They pause and as the memories of being hurt from the past resurface they add, “You will never see me again.”

“But if you tell me the truth,” their voice softens if only slightly. Because even with all the signs to run for the hills, to distrust, reader can’t help but hope. “no matter what it is..” reader’s words hang in silence as [insert turtle] starts to shake his hanging head. He had long given up the staring contest, opting for the ground instead.

As seconds passed, [insert turtle] keeps shifting, looking absolutely conflicted. Reader doesn’t know what to think, “Just say it!” they encourage as [insert turtle] breathes out a sigh, stilling.

Uhmmmmm then a confession!~ I’ll put more thought into the plot later but the main dilemma for me right now is which turtle fits best?!?

any thoughts??? all commentary is welcome & greatly appreciated, though please note this is a side blog so my responses/replies in comments will come from @xxxxgracie (my main)

dialogue inspo (^з^) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR4ATsVW/

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idk-im-just-here-now · 2 months

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Leo and no. 23?

I'm really praying I read the right number lol

WARNING FOR BLOOD, INJURY, VIOLENCE!

“Leo, what are you doing?”

The crackle of the communicator on Leo’s wrist buzzed unbelievably loudly in the quiet of the building, and the slider had half a mind to shut it off before someone heard him. Trying to get a hold of this stupid artifact was difficult, and Raph snapping at him every moment through the communicator made trying to be stealthy pretty hard.

“Relax, I got this!” Leo answered, making a familiar gesture with his hand as he moved through the dark. “I’ll be in and out, no problem!”

He scooted down another hallway when he felt the corner under his hand. This place was fairly straightforward - it wouldn’t be long before he got there.

“Leo, you need to start moving faster if you’re doing this.” Donnie’s voice crackled to life over the comm. “There’s-”

“Can it, I got this!”

Leo clicked the communicator off. That would get him in quite a bit of shit later, but for now he needed to move carefully so he didn’t trigger any traps.

The wall texture changed, and Leo squinted, trying to get any of his vision working. Another few step’s, and he’d be there.

Leo let out a small sigh of relief-

Sharp pain jabbed through his heel, and he didn’t have time to spin around or draw his sword or do anything before something slammed into his back and forced him to the ground.

Leo yelped and rolled away, the sound of tearing fabric reaching his ears as he moved. His attacker dropped silently to the floor as he twisted away. His hand reached for the odachi on his back-

His hand closed around empty air.

Leo’s eyes widened, but had no time to get any kind of joke or banter in before another sharp pang sliced cleanly through his arm.

The attacker grabbed him, fingers digging into the open wound, and Leo shrieked as he was dragged up by the hand. He could feel skin and scales tearing as he was lifted back to his feet.

Another sharp stab hit his face, much too close to his eye for his liking.

A split second decision had the attacker’s arm in his mouth, and he bit down hard. The taste of metal seeped between his teeth, but the stranger made no sound, instead cutting his arm again.

He clenched his jaw, the bite digging in past skin and into muscle. Whoever this was was not going to have a good trip to the ER, or at least he hoped they didn’t.

They let go of the cut on his arm, the warm trickle oozing down his hand, but Leo was grabbed again, this time by the front of his plastron.

He kicked out, his foot hitting something that might have been their face, something else that maybe was their hip. The slider reached for his odachi again, but remembered it was gone a split second too late when his hands closed around air again.

A hand bashed his harm backward, jerking it much further back that it was supposed to go. With a hiss, Leo tried to snap at them again, but his teeth closed around empty air as well.

The hand holding his plastron raised him up, and Leo struggled. He was not going down to some jerk he couldn’t even see. The slider kept kicking, definitely hitting something, but receiving no confirmation that his attacks were doing anything to this creep.

The grip on his plastron tightened, and he started moving.

Leo realized a second too late what was happening.

He was thrown into the wall’s corner, way too forcefully for this to be any normal human. He felt his shell crack, the previously unbroken scutes breaking where he’d made contact with the corner.

Searing, white hot agony ripped through his back, and Leo screamed, the sound tearing his throat raw.

The attacker picked him up again and threw him against the corner again. More fractures danced across his shell, and the slider’s scream could have broken glass. Had it?

Leo thought he heard something shatter, but the world hurt too much for him to pay attention, his arm burned, the nerves felt life they were freezing and searing all at once, everything was chaos, why didn’t anything make sense-

A flash of red illuminated the corridor, and a large hand rushed past him, hitting the hidden attacker without mercy.

Even then, Leo’s world was swimming, his head hurt, why did everything-

He screamed again as pain flared through the cracks, even with the cold dripping through every part of him, and his mind started to drift. Nothing made sense except the bright flare of pain.

Leo slammed his eyes shut, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

#rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #angst #angst prompts #ambush #cw blood #cw injury #cw violence #tw blood #tw injury #tw violence

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darth-sonny · 2 months

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for the ask game for kirby: defiant

ANGST PROMPTS #33: DEFIANT

Kirby messed up the moment they got caught.

Kirby messed up the moment they decided to sneak into Uncle Donnie’s lab.

It was off limits to them, just as his room and Uncle Raph's old room were. But Kirby was curious. Even with the walls soundproofed, they always heard the faint sound of music and machinery.

Their uncle always had stuff that Kirby only saw in Jupiter Jim movies tucked away in his battle shell. And it made them curious. They wanted to "see the magic", as Uncle Mikey would put it.

(It didn't help how Lita was allowed in, even though she was a baby. But Kirby ignored that, just how they ignored anything when it came to their new cousin.)

Getting inside was surprisingly easy. Uncle Donnie’s lab had a hand pad, just like in the movies. It was really cool, silver and purple with his logo spinning slowly on the screen.

Kirby had no idea how to hack, and they figured it was a lot harder than using a laptop and saying "I'm in". They could ask dad, but dad was off at work, and by the time he came back, Kirby would be too distracted to remember to ask him.

So, just for fun, they got on their tippy-toes and placed their hand on the pad.

It was honestly d̷͓̻́̇̍̏͝͝i̶̙̣͉̟͕̺͈̣͓̿̅̒͊̏͗̓̆͘s̵̛͕̯̻͎͙̉͊̂͋̽̀́̕͝ͅa̸̧̡͈̠̭̮̓͛́͗̓͐̈͌͘͝ṕ̴̩̜̹͓̩͌̉̓̌͜͠͝p̸̮̠̺̺͈̠͂̃o̴̧̐̿i̵̯̥̲̞͂̆͆̏͑̈́͌̚͜n̸̰̠̞̜̻̭͆́̈̀͛̾͝͝t̷͙̃́į̷̗͈̓̈̎̀n̴̩͇̲̊͌̂́̑̊̊̈̽̕g̷̙̩̮̹͍͇̲̍̓̔̚ how quickly the door opened up.

R̶̛̳̤̈́e̶̳̯̩͒̓a̷̯̻̳̎l̸̦̖̈́͑̾͘l̸̛̹̜̹͕͗͛͝y̵̲̲͎͝.̵̩̭̪́͒͒ ̴̛̜̈́̏Y̶̟̰͒͛̎́ó̴̜̙̈́u̵̥̙̇́̀'̷̡̖̲͋́̉̕d̷̮̀̅̍ ̶̢̗̭̆̕̕ť̵̯̤̦h̸̺̞̞͛̓i̶̡͈͌̃̇͋n̷̗̫̓̔̊̏k̷͉̤̙͕̉͊̏ ̴̡͐͌ĭ̴͎͙͗͆̚t̷͍́̓'̵̨̤̰͓̌͒̇̕d̷̫͕̱͉͐̽ ̸̫̥́̅b̶̫̣͗͛e̶͗̓͜͝ ̸̨̼̾ḿ̸̛̛͉̱̜̱ớ̶̡̺̹͑ȓ̶̛̳̹̣̅ë̶̻́̈͝ ̶͓̹̿̓ṣ̷̢̤͖͐̐ê̵͈̮̯͈͑̚c̵̢̎͗̉̈u̸͚͓̎̋̓r̴͖̓̉͝e̸͇̒̇̄ͅ.̶̻̔̌

Either way, Kirby bit back some giggles as they stepped inside. The inside looked a lot like the inside of Jupiter Jim's main starship, down to the circle rotators built into the wall.

Everything looked so cool.

Half-built robots, fully built ones, creepy looking wires in a very creepy mess, holograms of battle shells ideas, a very traditional corkboard with pictures and sticky-notes covering every inch of it. And, as is typical of their Uncle Donnie, every single thing was purple.

They took their time with everything. They knew not to touch anything they saw, even the multitudes of fallen pens and pencils on the ground. They had sparkles in their eyes, with everything catching their attention until they saw a new cool gadget or blueprint.

Everything was new and exciting, and Kirby began to wish that they had seen all of this sooner. Why were they kept away from all this? They were old enough to (somewhat) understand what he was building. Maybe if they showed interest in robots, even if for a bit, that may get their uncle to open up to them...

(They refused to think about seeing their Uncle Donnie happily taking Lita into his lab. Lita, who was asleep and couldn't appreciate anything her uncle was telling her. And how Kirby tried to move themself to peek inside, jumping a bit when the door closed unexpectedly.

They refused to think about anything when it came to Lita.)

Something sparks to life.

It's a computer.

There looked to be multiple windows open.

One of them, the biggest one, looked to be a medical report. Kirby's seen them in their dad's work whenever he brought them in.

And what caught their attention was their name.

Their name was at the top of the medical report.

KIRBY L. HAMATO

That was new.

Walking towards the computer, some words surrounding their medical report became clearer:

Blood tests... ophthalmoloscopy... healing factor... reflexes... empyrean testing... psychic connection to key(???)... hivemind probability testing...

Kirby understood none of those words.

There was a sticky note underneath the keyboard. It was impossible to miss, the bright pastel pink standing out nicely against the iron table.

Moving the keyboard, they read what was written:

...

...What the heck was a Kraang?

"What! Are you doing in here!"

Oh no.

Kirby slowly turned around, eyes wide, and the feeling of guilt quickly seeped into their bones.

They were in trouble. They were in so much trouble. They should've just ignored being curious and just played with their toys, or read some comics, or watched some of Jiji's movies while he explained how he did some certain stunts–

"How did you even get in here? The key pad is specifically designed to only read my palm print, so how in the everloving fuck–?!!"

Kirby didn't mind that they couldn't talk. Well, they could, but only with dad. With the rest of their family, it felt as if their voice refused to come out. It was hard to talk sometimes. Even with Uncle Mikey or Jiji.

And now, it was especially hard.

Especially with Uncle Donnie glaring down at them as if...

...well, he always glares at them no matter what they did.

But Kirby understands that he has a reason now. They snuck into his lab, looked at his private stuff, and even his computer.

Without noticing, Kirby had lifted their hand and pointed at the screen.

Their medical report was plain for him to see.

Uncle Donnie’s glare, if somehow, got darker.

"That doesn't concern you."

They pointed at their name, which, again, was very plain to see.

"I'm not answering that. You broke into my lab, disrespected my privacy, and now are snooping through my computer! Your little play at defiance isn’t cute, just plainly disgusting!" He crossed his arms. "I swear, if it weren't for Nardo, I would've–"

What is K-r-a-a-n-g?

Uncle Donnie froze.

And that feeling that was going in the pit of their stomach finally got a name.

Fear.

Kirby was scared of their Uncle Donnie.

The point at the pink sticky note underneath his keyboard.

K-r-a-a-n-g

Glowing purple spider arms grab them harshly, digging into their wrists and ankles.

Kirby chirps in distress, moving as hard as they could. The spider arms feel weird, really really (two really's) bad, and wrong and off.

W̴͈̜͈͂̉̿͑͝e̸̖͓̹͔̯̍̃̊a̷̮̝̝͉͎͑k̵͔͕̠̬̀ too.

One good s̸̱̈́́̏̃͆c̴͛ͅr̶̨̲̙̳͆͠e̵̛̝͓͇͙̊ạ̵̢̹̜̓̂m̴̞̏͂̓͂ should be enough to–

"Donnie!"

Oh.

That's Uncle Mikey.

Now they're really in trouble.

Dad comes home to a screaming match between Uncle Donnie and Uncle Mikey.

All it took was looking at how Kirby was hiding themself behind Jiji for him to get (part) of the story.

Uncle Donnie locks himself in his lab again.

Dad wraps up the bruises on their wrists and ankles.

Dad doesn't let them go for a week.

And Kirby doesn't bring up their question of what a Kraang is.

Like anything concerning Lita, they block the memory of that out of their mind.

#now that i read it all again im realizing that there's not a lot of defiance in this one #but. eh #rottmnt #tmnt #sonny answers #sonny writes #kirby tag #angst prompts

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starrywolf101 · 2 years

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Cool idea/prompt thingy

A few months after the Kraang are defeated, the universe decides it isn't done with the turtles. For some unknown reason, there's a large surge of mystic energy that brings future Leonardo to our new timeline. Right after he dies to the beam of red energy. So, he doesn't make it to the afterlife with his brothers.

Perhaps the universe is pulling a cruel joke.

So, Leonardo is given a new mission in life: to basically be a guardian spirit for the teenage version of his family. To help them heal, and in turn healing his own soul and letting his regrets go. He bonds with his brothers, and helps Casey move on as well.

In the end, they've all grown, and Leonardo is finally allowed to pass on (insert Oogway moment) and ends with *his* brothers greeting him once more

"Took you long enough, Leon,"

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #angst #writing prompt #writing ideas #future leo #future leonardo #rise donnie #rise leo #rise raph #rise mikey #rise casey #rottmnt movie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey jr

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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"Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”

Let's have some ROTTMNT ranting! 🐢

EDIT:

I have revised and turned this into a proper one-shot. Give it a read over on ao3 here

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

"Thank God you are back. I need to rant. Stop screaming, it's me- OUCH! That was my head!"

"Donnie!" April screeches and quickly closes her bedroom door behind her. They are lucky her parents are still downstairs parking the car. For good measure she throws the last of her school books at his head as well, but this time the turtle is prepared and dodges the dictionary. She briefly considers throwing her backpack too, but in the end she'll be the one who'll have to tidy up again so she simply lets it slide from her shoulders instead. "I swear to the big turtle in the sky Donnie, one of these days I'll dropkick you right back into Witch Town. Stop lurking in my room in the dark. I'll die of a heart attack if you keep that up."

The turtle scoffs (he actually says the word Scoff, the big nerd) and crosses his arms. "How can you still be surprised? Didn't Papa teach you all of his secret ninja techniques?"

April rolls her eyes and ignores the decidedly jealous undertone in his voice. Her brother in all but blood (and kinda also that after Mikey heard about blood pacts and wouldn't leave them alone until everyone got a little nick in their thumbs to press against each other) is sitting on the edge of her bed, the long legs crossed over each other. She can't help but notice his foot whipping up and down and his hand repeatedly thumping against the mattress.

Before he can notice her watching and force himself to stop, April lets herself fall backwards onto the bed right next to him. She can feel him bounce up and down a little. April crosses her arms behind her head and stares at the ceiling. She has long since learned that he opens up better and faster if people aren't looking at him. If he can act like he is unobserved, trapped in a bubble of pretend privacy where he can just throw his words into the void, to either be heard or forgotten.

April never forgets.

"So, you need to rant."

"Surprised you heard that part amidst all your screaming."

"Doh-nnie!"

"Alright, alright. Geeze." He fiddles with something he's snatched from her bedside table. Looks like her alarm clock which means she'll probably be awoken by another awful techno song in the morning. She really gotta figure out how he keeps reprogramming that thing. "It's Mikey."

Okay. That is a surprise.

Usually when he is this worked up, it's about his 'annoying twin' or about 'overprotective Raph' or sometimes even about his 'totally-don't-crave-his-parental-attention Dad'.

Never Mikey.

She dares to glance at him. He doesn't notice, too wrapped up in pressing the buttons on her clock. "Mikey?"

His sigh is like a mini explosion. The clock gets put back on the table with a loud bang and he jumps to his feet to pace her room from one end to the other.

"He won't shut up about the spaceship and what happened. Pestering me about talking about it. Like something is wrong. Nothing is wrong! Why would anything be wrong? I was a spaceship! How cool is that? Super cool, that's how cool! A spaceship, Apes! A fucking spaceship!"

April sits up, abandons all pretense of the bubble, stares right at the heaving back that is facing her. The back that is covered with his most advanced battle shell. Big and clunky and heavy. It's thicker than all his other shells, usually reserved for the hardest and most brutal fights, designed to withstand everything and let nothing through.

He's been wearing it constantly ever since the Krang attacked. Even in the lair.

Yeah. 'Super cool', her ass.

Before she can get up to go to him, Don comes back to the bed. He falls face down onto it so his back is exposed, as exposed as it can be with the literal tank covering it, and something warm spreads through April at the show of trust.

"I was a spaceship." he mumbles into her duvet.

April hums and touches his shoulder, right above his battle shell. She can feel him shudder a little at the contact, but he doesn't squirm away or makes these clicking sounds in the back of his throat he makes when he is uncomfortable. So she keeps her hand right where it is, rubbing little circles into his skin, her thumb slipping a tiny bit into a gap between his skin and the metal. Her fingernail barely scrapes his soft shell underneath and he goes very still.

"Must have been scary." she whispers.

"It was cool." he insists. His voice breaks a little and after what feels like an eternity he adds quietly on a soft breath "And scary."

She can't even imagine what it must have felt like. Getting swallowed by technology created by beings whose only goal was to destroy. Who only ever operated on hate and disdain and a complete lack of empathy.

Donnie's tech has always felt warm to her. Alive and vibrant and fun. Holding one of his gizmos in her hands, April can feel the love he put into it like a physical thing.

Did the spaceship feel like the Krang as well? Did it feel like being buried under hate and darkness and a hunger for suffering?

Sometimes she thinks that Raph wasn't the only one getting possessed by the Krang. What Don experienced was a lot more subtle, a lot more insidious, but for a moment he'd been one with something that was completely alien to him and his mindset.

He wasn't just a spaceship. He was a spaceship designed to destroy.

Donnie, who creates, who programmed an AI so life-like that it went through puberty.

A creator, forced to become one with a weapon of destruction.

April lowers her head and keeps rubbing circles into his shoulders and neck and her fingernails keep scraping his soft shell. With every contact, he seems to grow less tense, his shoulders relaxing, his breathing evening out.

"It's alright", she murmurs. "It's gonna be alright."

#rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fic #rottmnt angst #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #Rottmnt donnie Angst #rottmnt april #platonic soulmates #That's them I don't make the rules #Thanks for the prompt #I made it angst like I do #Ooops

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snowflakeanimelover · 6 days

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TMNT x reader Prompt:

Turtles, reader, and April(Casey and Vern too if you want) had to move to readers old town house outside of the city because they were attacked my an enemy, destroying the turtles lair.

Everyone stays in the townhouse till they know what’s going on and to hide. And reader has been spending her time nonstop trying to listen to the radio, taking notes, and reading books on stuff for a lead. Even taking all-nighters.

Turtles get worried and try to convince her to rest but she won’t.

Extra:

Can add where Mikey uses the radio to play some music and distract reader from her hard work. Reader and Mikey have an all out dance party in the room, letting reader finally relax and have fun.

#kates blabs #tmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2003 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt all types #TMNT prompt #prompts #writing #fluff #cute #angst #angst and fluff #x reader

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boxfullaturtles · 2 months

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22 forced to watch, Leo getting hurt and Donnie having to watch? Plz 🙏 or dizziness with Leo XD really love seeing your art 😚👌

(aaa thank you~)

"If you look away," The burly crime lord sneers, "Then we'll add ten more. Understand? Say it. Out loud."

"I--I understand," Donnie gasps the words, trembling under the hold of the other gang members. The boss scoffs at him and turns away, stomping back across the room.

Leo doesn't spare the boss a glance, keeps his gaze on Donnie. They've taped his mouth shut, tired of his backtalk and one-liners, but Leo says enough with his eyes alone: I regret nothing, I chose this, I'm doing it for you, I'm sorry.

The first blow makes Leo buck against the chains, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose.

The second one makes him grunt.

The third draws blood.

Donnie's flinching, breathing harder and faster with each strike Leo takes. His eyes sting because he's scared to blink, scared they'll take advantage of even that. And they sting with the tears gathering in the corners.

The fifth blow finally makes Leo cry out, a muffled shout against the gag. His eyes squeeze shut as he falls back against the wall. Donnie tries to leap to his aid but the gang members drag him back and slam him back down onto his knees.

"STOP!" His voice cracks, "PLEASE, JUST STOP IT!"

"Ya' wanna trade back?" The boss grins, showing ugly stained teeth.

Leo comes to life in an instant, wrenching against the chains with a stifled shout of defiance. No, no, he does not want to switch, he can take it, he will take it, you leave his brother alone!

Six hits. Then seven. The eighth makes Leo sag, his eyelids fluttering, his body shuddering. Blood is beginning to pool beneath him, leaving red streaks on his skin.

Nine.

Ten.

The gang undoes his chains. They grab Leo and drag his body over to toss him at Donnie's feet. Donnie doesn't even hesitate, he launches himself at his brother and gathers him up into his arms, heedless of the hot blood dripping down his arms and legs.

The boss laughs, "Come into our territory or interfere with our business again, and the body you get back won't be breathin' no more."

Donnie wants to scream. But he can't make a sound. All he can do is listen to the rasp of his brother's breathing and hate himself for not doing more.

#sage writes turtles #another one where i kinda dunno which iteration it is lol #tmnt angst prompts #cw torture #cw blood

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unorthodoxx-page · 2 years

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Whump rottmnt ficlets

So I really want to write something whumpy for October but it’s not in my nature! I don’t mind reading whump (I love a good whump) but I just can’t write it, or I can’t write something long. So, below are a list of Whumps I tried to start, or jumping off points that never really went anywhere. I’ll see if I want to revisit any, but if anyone wants to use them as a prompt then go for it! Just tag me so I can read them (again, I love a good whump, just can’t seem to write them.)

These aren’t edited so I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors!

Long post below.

1. Treading Water

Mikey pushes through the current but nothing seems to bring him closer to the city lights. He can’t give up though.

“It’s going to be ok, Leo,” he pants, salt water making him gasp. He adjusts the deadweight against his shell. “I’m going to get us home.”

Leo doesn’t respond, but Mikey doesn’t let that bother him. Leo’s been silent ever since they hit the water. It doesn’t mean anything. Mikey can still feel the sliders hitched breathing against his neck and hear the faint sound of blood dripping steadily into the water.

2. Kneel

Leo spits out a bit of blood but doesn’t stumble. He glares up at the demon in the shape of a human. Bishop just looks beyond his shades, cold and unfeeling, and turns. “Bring out the smallest.”

His heart stops. No.

He’s bluffing. He can’t have Mikey. He can’t have any of them, Leo made sure of it, but they drag Mikey out kicking and screaming. Leo’s stomach turns at the battered face of his younger brother. They lay the box turtle flat before Bishop and the man grabs a pipe. “His leg,” the man says. “I need his hands undamaged.”

The pipe lifts.

“No!” Leo falls to his knees and lowers his head.

The weapon stops. “Good boy.”

3. Locked

Raph retreats deep into the subways when the nightmares hit. It always starts the same. Gasping, and tearing at his throat in desperation to remove the tentacles. He can still feel them. The Kraang wiggles inside and waits for his control to slip. He sees them too. Sees a vein twitch oddly under the skin of his hands if he’s too angry. Catches the hint of yellow in his left eye on sleepless nights. He knows the poison is still inside. Waiting. So he leaves. Walks deep into the sewers and locks himself in an abandoned work tunnel for two days, never longer than that.

4. Adrenaline

Raph holds up his hands and sinks as close to the ground without kneeling. He hunches in, lowers his head, and prays that he looks small to the frightened turtle before him. “Donnie,” he says. “It’s me, Raph.”

The softshell takes a shuddering breath. Donnie stands in the corner of the room, pupils blown wide and shaking. His usual dark green skin is pale and glistening with sweat. The turtle pulls in deep panicked breaths and his trembling hands hold a knife to his own throat.

“Donnie,” he begs. “Please, whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real.”

He shifts and Donnie presses the blade closer. His skin opens to release a single line of red.

5. Snark

The swing of the bat comes right on time. Donnie tenses his abs in anticipation. This kidnapper’s not particularly creative. His fits of rage spike to dangerous levels every eleven minutes, but it gives Donnie a chance to brace for the impact.

The bat curves, angle changing violently to crash hard against his thighs. Donnie screams, unable to trap the sound as the faint snap of his femur fills the room. He clenches his teeth, but can’t stop the hot tears that escape the corner of his eyes.

Well, that was unexpected.

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zee-rambles · 2 years

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When you’re rewatching the ROTTMNT movie again (because tomorrow is September first and I need something happy in my life okay?!? Don’t give up guys!) and you have ANOTHER sad thought.

SPOILERS BELOW

Leo chose to save Casey’s life over his own in the future. If we ignore the fact that he could have had a potential fatal wound, FutureLeo, someone with all the knowledge of past events, had the best chance of success to go back in time, and stop the Kraang. But no, he chose to save Casey’s life over seeing his brothers again.

If Leo had stayed in the prison dimension, it would have wrecked Casey. Listen, Casey is clearly a sunshine boy born at the wrong time. Not only did he watch his master and Mikey sacrifice themselves for him, but Leo begged Casey to close the portal, trusting that he knew the stakes and would follow through, and telling Casey that he has no ill will for his actions.

So imagine if Leo hadn’t been saved in the end. How much would Casey have blamed himself? To be reunited with his master, even a younger version of him, only to play a direct hand in his death? How much shame would Casey have felt facing Leo’s brothers? Even if the other turtles don’t blame him, would Casey wonder if they secretly did and distance himself from the only people he knows?

THE ANGST WOULD HAVE BEEN REAL!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt movie #rottmnt movie spoilers #casey jones #angst prompt #text post #headcanon

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yorshie · 5 months

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"I can't love you anymore. I don't want to." With Mr. Orange Crush please. DESTROY us yorshie, you know you want to!

MUAHAHAHAHA! Be Careful What You Wish For!

Mikey watched woodenly as you busied yourself around the kitchen, looking anywhere but at him, at the mess of bandages that was wrapped tightly around his left thigh.

You were crying, sniffling. He could hear the congestion in your nose, every little breath pulled through your mouth, the whistle of air between your teeth loud in the still kitchen.

He hadn't really been thinking, when he'd showed up, bloody and shaky, to your apartment, only knowing that you would help. That you wouldn't ask too many questions. That you wouldn't turn him away.

Now, staring around at the blood stained onto the counter he sat next to, the pink you couldn't seem to scrub off your arms, he realized for the first time how selfish that had been. How fucked up it was, to ask you to hold this piece of himself a secret from even his family, to ask you to stitch him up and not ask how he'd gotten stabbed in the first place.

He stood, slowly, hobbled forward as steadily as he could with the tightness settling in his quad, the scream of abused muscles as the adrenaline that had carried him to your window was finally wearing off.

"Stop." You wouldn't turn to him, but your small hand coming out to press against the middle of his plastron was enough to halt him in his tracks, fingers pressing softly into the divots that mapped out the first letter of his name. "Mikey, please. Just go."

Mikey huffed, hands clenching with the need to hold you, to apologize, to reconnect at least, but when he went to capture your hand in his you pulled away at the first whisper of contact.

"I'm serious." You said, face turning just enough to where he could finally see how red and puffy your eyes were, how blotchy your skin had become. "Just go. I don't wanna-"

You broke off, and Mikey seized the moment, had your shoulders in his hands before you broke down, and he chased you to the floor without a care for his thigh when you huddled around your knees and openly bawled into your hands.

"Mike- i can't-"

breathe, he filled in the word, rubbing circles against your back, trying vainly to get you to uncurl from your position, to coax air back into your lungs.

"I can't-" you gave a great, shuddering sob, and went eerily silent. Mikey shivered at the sudden switch, pulling his hands back and belatedly stretching out his leg, trying to hide the wince and hoping he didn't just undo all your hard work.

You were quiet for a long time, staring at your knees, to the point he was considering moving and getting you a glass of water, a towel for your face, anything to break the quiet, when you raised your head and looked directly at him.

"I an't love you, anymore, Mike." You whispered, pupils pinpricks in your swimming eyes. "I don't want to, anymore."

Mikey felt each word like a death knell, staring at you on your kitchen floor, unable to hear anything other than the drip in the faucet and the click of the refrigerator coming on. He dragged his eyes over your features, waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for you to give him any flicker of indecision or regret, and when none came he felt his whole face crumble in a way the pain of his wound hadn't managed.

#my writing snippets #angst prompts #tmnt bayverse #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse mikey x reader

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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(wanted to share, i don’t think I’ll be getting to these anytime soon but if they inspire someone to write that’d be awesome xD)

tmnt angst prompts:

mikey x reader

“ Just do what you’re told. Like you always do. “

reader is upset with mikey, his big brothers don’t like reader and make it very clear, mikey can’t always hang out but tries his best, when reader needed mikey most he couldn’t slip away, he didn’t want to disappoint his brothers..? idk tho I do think that dialogue would deffff be used against mikey

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turtle x reader

“ Am I not good enough for you? “

honestly could go well with all four though my first thought was leo… flirting has been going on for a while but no big moves are made until a turtle has suddenly confessed, but reader hesitates and the overthinking ensues

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donnie x reader

“ Don't touch me! “ / “ I just can’t! “

reader gets a little too excited/touchy with donnie and he’s not ready for it, OR donnie is hurt (badly?) and reader tries to help but he refuses the care pretty harshly

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leo x reader

“ so if you don't like them, then you won't mind me asking them out then, right? “

leo is in denial, one of his brothers is trying to make him finally understand his feelings, depending on the answer… (no I don’t mind) lies to save face/doesn’t think his brother actually will, and gets reallyyy pissed when he finds out you have a date… (yes I do mind actually) in denial no longer, must race to tell you his feelings/hella nervous all the crazy what ifs/rejection fears

( I did have one for raph, but I ended up using part of that idea in cherrypie with my fellow writer & best bud @marwhoa :D )

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