Well I'm At Least Glad I Was Able To Get A Video Over 18k Views On TikTok Before It Got Banned. That

Thank you for helping me add to my ever-growing collection 👍

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OH WE SHARING DONNIE PICS??? COUNT ME IN!!

And then a lil’ Comic Donnie because Comic Donnie is a blessing that we will always have but will never truly deserve:

And then Google Photos got a little confused, but tiny Donnie and Leo behind a laptop were listed under “Donnie” so wygd?

Also can we have a serious conversation about how many times being a tech guy has almost got him shot..? No? Hm.

My take on Tales Raph

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Another fanfic of an AU! @teks-emporium, I cannot remember the last time that I was allowed to go this nuts about AUs with someone, but I swear we’re on the same brain waves with literally everything and I love scheming about traumatized turtles with you!!

You have brought me joy and I want to return the favor! :D

Check out the Ghoul AU after ya’ll read this.

If you like horror AUs, it’s one for you!

The kitchen is ravaged.

Every pantry is open, devoid of the food within. All kinds of different snacks, some older and some newer, are sprawled across the island in a pile, spilling onto other bags, boxes, and over the floor.

Three bags of chips, the same flavor, two previously opened and one newly open, seem to have been flung into the sink. An oreo container with one cookie gone, a trail mix packet barely touched, and a full skittles packet are all snacks that others in the household will not appreciate finding touched, much less eaten.

The fridge hangs open loosely and the inside fairs no better, spoons in cottage cheese containers and meat packets torn open. The area smells faintly of vomit, collected in the trashcan next to the island.

He takes a soft breath, blue curtain swishing behind him, heading to the other end of the room. There the culprit sits, chin on his knees and hands over his head, breathing like he’s holding himself off from hyperventilating. He doesn’t react to the new presence.

“My son.”

His breath hitches, voice weak, “Sensei.”

Yoshi sets his cane against the island and kneels down. An apple with a single bite out of it rolls off the counter. It hits the floor.

Donatello flinches hard.

“In for two,” He coaxes. “Out for four. With me.”

Donatello lowers his hands, placing them around his legs, copying his rhythm. They breathe until Donatello releases a shaky laugh, bringing his hand to his face, shielding it as his shoulders hitch.

He exhales slowly, lowering one hand and wiping his eyes with the other. The lower part of his mask is a darker color.

“Sorry, Sensei.” Donatello shakes his head, fax smile twitching uncertainly. “I thought everyone was asleep.”

“Leonardo said you weren’t feeling well.” Yoshi motions for him to move forward. Donatello rises shakily, head bowed, getting onto his knees and letting him lay a hand on his forehead.

“I—I’m fine, Sensei.” He mutters, uselessly. They both know that he is never a reliable source when it comes to his own health.

Yoshi does not feel abnormal heat. “You are pale, Donatello. And you were throwing up.”

“I can’t eat.” Donatello glances over his shoulder, as if waiting for the food to react. “Anything. I tried it all Sensei.”

“Lose off appetite is common with illness.” Yoshi soothes curiously. “You would know that.”

“It’s not- I’m not- not hungry, Sensei.” He tries. “I just can’t eat it!

“When did you last sleep?” Yoshi wonders out loud, watching his face drop into something more familiar as he whines, “I sleep fine.”

“That was not my question.”

“I don’t think I am sick.” Donatello pushes, with a lot less force than he normally has when in denial. Yoshi’s grateful that he gets to be one step ahead of an illness, for once. “How do you feel.”

“I-“

“If you tell me you are fine, we will go to the dojo, where you will be able to prove how fine you are.”

Donatello’s beak reddens. Some color, good.

“Achey, I guess.” He rubs his arm. “Maybe a little shaky, but that doesn’t mean-”

“Vomiting.” Yoshi reminds. He frowns, “Only when I eat!”

“You cannot force your body to ingest what it doesn’t want.” Yoshi watches him deflate. He considers him. “When did you last eat?”

“I don’t know.” He mutters. “I haven’t really been hungry.”

“Since?”

“I don’t know.” He says, more bitterly. “That’s the problem. I should be hungry, shouldn’t I? Why can’t I eat? I tried everything.”

“Did you try tea?”

Yoshi expects him to roll his eyes or rush a change of subject before he’s encourages to try some. Instead, his expression lights up, “Do you think that’ll work? I mean, I haven’t experimented with liquids but if I don’t like what I normally like then maybe I’ll like what I-”

“Donatello,” He interrupts, gently. “I think you should rest.”

No hesitation. “I’m not tired, Sensei.”

“You are not hungry.” Yoshi reminds. “And yet you attempt to eat.”

“That’s different!” Donnie pleads, fists clenched in his lap. “This time it’s different, Sensei, I know it is!”

“How many times have I heard that?”

“Senseeei!”

“You need to sleep.”

“I need to figure this out!”

“We have.” Yoshi sets a hand on his arm. “You are ill.”

“I’m not! That doesn’t fit my theory at all!”

“What is your theory?”

“I’m not sick!”

Yoshi lowers his head, tilting it toward him knowingly. “I am no scientist, but that does not sound like much of a theory, my son.”

His shoulders slump as he heaves a sigh. Yoshi sets a hand on his shoulder, “I will take care of the mess. You will rest.”

“Y-you don’t have to do that, Sensei.” Guilty eyes dart to the island. “I can do it. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“I am a father.” He moves the hand to his face, cupping his chin to stop it from turning away, brown gaze meeting brown. “It is my job to worry. I would worry less, if I knew my sons were all healthy.”

“Hai Sensei.” His son whispers. “Sorry.”

“I am not upset.” He lets him go to reach to the side. When he stands, his son rises with him, wringing his hands. “Are you sure Sensei? It’s my mess.”

“I am certain.” To prove this point, he moves for the fridge, removing the bag of carrots that it holding the door open. He sets it on a clear spot on the counter, giving Donatello a soft look. “Sleep, my son.”

He nods, paleness regained, and then hesitantly goes from the room.

Yoshi returns the kitchen to its previous state before removing the vomit from his home. When he returns, he goes to turn in himself. If Donatello allows it, he’ll see if he can use his new positive view of tea to his advantage in the next evening.

For now, he trusts that some sleep will do him so good.

He was wrong on many accounts that day.

The first mistake was not checking a lab for a scientist.

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THE character of all time in my opinion. 🫶

(This drawing is kinda ass, but whatever- Lmao)

If you're up to it, I have a challenge for you. I give some words, and you have to say which of your mutuals fit the vibe.

Superhero.

Cupcake.

Werewolf.

Princess.

Feral.

OH YES absolutely lets go-

Superhero -> @tmntforeverinmyheart

Cupcake -> @xxlea-nardoxx

Werewolf -> @craacked-splatters

Princess -> @wherelegendslive

Feral -> @teks-emporium

Encouragment for writers that I know seems discouraging at first but I promise it’s motivational-

• Those emotional scenes you’ve planned will never be as good on page as they are in your head. To YOU. Your audience, however, is eating it up. Just because you can’t articulate the emotion of a scene to your satisfaction doesn’t mean it’s not impacting the reader. 

• Sometimes a sentence, a paragraph, or even a whole scene will not be salvagable. Either it wasn’t necessary to the story to begin with, or you can put it to the side and re-write it later, but for now it’s gotta go. It doesn’t make you a bad writer to have to trim, it makes you a good writer to know to trim.

• There are several stories just like yours. And that’s okay, there’s no story in existence of completely original concepts. What makes your story “original” is that it’s yours. No one else can write your story the way you can.

• You have writing weaknesses. Everyone does. But don’t accept your writing weaknesses as unchanging facts about yourself. Don’t be content with being crap at description, dialogue, world building, etc. Writers that are comfortable being crap at things won’t improve, and that’s not you. It’s going to burn, but work that muscle. I promise you’ll like the outcome.

'12 Donnie 🤝 Kowalski

Have the episode where they (temporary) lose their intelligence

Look at that green bean he’s so kidnappable 🥰