Rottmnt Future Donnie - Blog Posts

To my non-artists Rise fans, have you ever felt so annoyed that you couldn’t draw what you envision in your mind? 

I’m feeling it right now. I want to draw my Rise versions of TMNT characters like Usagi, Mona Lisa, and Leatherhead so badly but I can’t draw to save my life- let alone in Rise style. 

Also, I have this fun weapon idea for Future April where she has two titanium bats for close range fighting and they transform into guns- one is a shot gun and the other is a sniper. The grip of the bat would bend for the bullet chambers and the knob would have the trigger. The other end of the bat would open for the bullets to fire. There would also be a slit where the scope would pop out.

Of course, Donnie built it for her.

(I’m just so bummed that I can’t draw and too poor to ask for a commission to be.

@somerandomdudelmao updated again, and i immediately drew it THIS WAS SO COOL!!!

alt. version under the cut !!

Pew paw Don smoking:3

I JUST SAW F!DONNIE DESIGN FROM COMIC AND I-

Trying to create my F!Donnie design

Here few versions

Now make your own context ppls 😂

Fic: This is victory (hollow and cold).

Part: One

What if.. Mikey’s portal drags home a cold dead corpse.

I would like to preface this by saying I completely blame @goodlucktai for their amazing Incredible story, raised on little light for putting this idea into my head. Guys go check it out the fic, it’s amazing it makes me so so sad but there is also so many good things in it 😭. Personally speaking I don’t think there’s anything I can write that will ever come close to what Tai can do, but as a famous internet post once said, write your shitty pots. So here we goes ppl

Tw: major character death, grief, suicide idealisation, getting disowned, disassociation, starvation, slight description of injuries and inaccurate medical advice

But I promise, there is still hope even in this.

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“Casey! When I get to the other side you close that portal!”

Everything stills. The world falls static.

“What..?” A foreign voice enters the fray. Ah. Cj thinks distantly. It’s mine.

A series of thoughts shoots through his mind. Faster than the battle drones Uncle Tello used to make, faster than the joy rides Uncle Mi used to give.

He sees empty eyes, forced smiles. Screaming voices stained with the weight only grief, hunger, thirst and stress can give.

He thinks of Michelangelo in the brief moments he has met the turtle, so bright and so energetic. And then he remembers his Uncle Mi twisted into something quiet, slow and outwardly peaceful.

He remembers Monty, so stoic and so very angry. Yet so very indulgent when it counts. Out in a blaze of guns and glory. Standard-issue shoulder pauldron shoved into shaking hands. You will do great things Princey. He remembers Monty’s mother. Whose name he never got, forever in a daze, staring at walls of nothing. A hallowed husk like so many of the living ghosts that wandered their dusty halls. He remembers Miwa. So tiny, so fragile. So young. Too young. No amount of their anything can ever replace or beat modern medicine.

His Uncle Tello, bitter, grumpy; burnt out and constantly overstimulated from the dirt covered and squishy pink hell they’ve found themselves in. But sometimes on better days he cocks his head to the side, with a face that almost smiles at Cj and says, “Come Jones Junior; I appear to have some scraps we need to dispose off.” Which is code for we’re going to give your Pa an aneurysm and make things go boom.

He remembers his family. Tired, thirsty, hungry, eyes on them constantly. Countless sleepless nights in hushed voices arguing, strategising, weeping. They thought he didn’t hear. But children always have the biggest ears and the longest standing shelter on earth is only so large.

First and foremost. Cj knows. He knows with heart wrenching certainty. If there was any way to make peace with the present Hamatos it would all be over now. They’ll hate him. They will. They will never forgive him for this.

Maybe if this was his Mom, his Auntie April, his Da-Uncle Mi, his Uncle Tello, his Grandpa Drax. Whatever else Master Raphael and Master splinter might have been to him. They might just forgive him but these people are not them. They have not been softened with a lifetime of knowing Cj. He doesn’t have that baby of the family privilege. He doesn’t have any privilege at all. It’s only been a day. Less than that technically.

Even just the thought of being hated by his family. Any version of them, curdles something in his core. Every fiber in his being lashes out and screams at the younger version of his sensei. (Oh but it was Leonardo wasn’t it? Oh, what has he done?) In ways he hasn’t done since he was 8 years old, because poor 8 year old Casey hadn’t quite figured out how to breathe through the hunger pains. I’m a healer. I’m supposed to stop these things. Please, I already let go before you can’t make me do this again-

“Leo no! There has to be another way!”

But this Leonardo says;

“We’ve tried everything Case, he’s too strong”

And deep down Cj knows that too. Much like the lies his family told him. “We can win” He knows otherwise too. Just like if he does this, he knows he’ll be left with nothing too.

But his family will still be here, surrounded by food, clean water, light, and endless amount of comics or magazines they could possibly want. They will be free.

They will never know gnawing hunger or sapping thirst, nor will they know the ever present hum of runhidenotsafe. They will never know the unique kind of suffering that comes from grasping for strength to just open your eyes and breathe in a world that has already long given up on itself.

Cj has seen the future. He has lived and breathed and sometimes, even thrived in an era where the krang came. Where the sky was a bloody brown instead of this clear dark blue and people were driven to insanity and killed from the common cold. Where the sour smell of rot piled everywhere. No matter how much or how hard you scrubbed.

He remembers his Sensei, his Pa, wise, comforting, always ready with a witty comeback or a brilliant plan. He remembers his Commander O’Neil, his Auntie April, rousing, quick and endlessly enduring, the steady voice of reason where even Sensei’s wit dulled. But they were tired, so very tired. The burden of leadership and grief and all the aches and pains of hunger and thirst that can never be quenched, already a fully dressed tomb just waiting for them to hang up their coats and admit futility to the unsurmountable cold.

He remembers how much his family loved him. How hard they tried to scrape together any piece of warmth for him. Tired Golden-Orange heaves himself into the air, to scoop Cj into his arms. Busy Blue who takes any meagre time he has to himself and spends it with Cj. Prickly Purple finds away to colour all his armour a shade of teal, even his siblings are still decked in occasional shades of grey. Overstretched Green always ready to pull her brothers back and scold; too guilty, too smothering, too harsh. Stop. You’re hurting the kid.

If Cj doesn’t close this portal, if he keeps this open, if he disobeys-the Krang will just come back through. And they will plunge the earth into a bloody, poisoned hell.

And he knows that if not Leonardo, then someone else in their stupid, selfless, self-sacrificial family will take up the mantle of resistance, unable to stand idly by at people’s suffering. Because these people are good, so very good. The Hamatos will fight, they will try. And they will lose.

The force of their ire will break him. The thought alone makes him sob, hiccuping in a way he hasn’t done, not since he was found shrieking over a cold Uncle Tello and had to be wrenched away, kicking and screaming. But still holding on. Even to the very last second and beyond. Because he is Cassandra Jones Junjor and a Hamato in every way that matters and he could never leave family behind. At least back then he couldn’t feel mom die

But the apocalypse.. that long, slow, painful march to inevitable death, will break him too. It wasn’t always bad, they had fun, karaoke nights, hilarious attempts to make birthday cakes for kids like him. But fuck.. that doesn’t change the fact that they still lost. That they will all still loose. Cj doesn’t know if he can willingly doom them all again because that’s what he’s going to do isn’t it? They were all so tired, so hungry, so thirsty. How can he let them go through that again?

He remembers how much happier, and how much lighter they always looked in those old scarce photos.

Selfishly, Cj doesn’t know if he can survive through another 20 something years or however long they make it this time, through that hell again. Forced to slowly watch again, as the Krang chip away at his family. Chip away at the people he called his friends till everything, bright, lively and kind was carved out;Uncle Hiro I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry-

They will never love you again. A voice thunders, like the death roll of their final march just this morning where Cj was still breathing in corrupted air under rusty skies. If only he died there with them. Anything is better than having to do this.

I know. Cj shakes, trembling fingers wrap around the key. Casey can see the division between young and new, old and worn and knows he cannot let it blur and become one.

“Casey! Urgh-please!”

Anything. I will give anything, Casey weeps. Anything as long as they live. Casey squeezes his eyes shut.

And just like with Uncle Tello,

Casey finally lets go.

The portal to the prison dimension slams shut with a glorious boom.

Leo, I love you. I’m sorry.

I wish I got more time to know you.

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.

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They scream at him. It’s Muffled, like the sensation of sound in the aftermath of a live grenade. They hurl all manner of abuse and venom at his face. He thinks he might be crying. Or maybe he’s not. His head feels tangled like the heaps of crusty old wires, Uncle Tello will never get the chance to unravel.

The shattered body of their Leonardo lies between them, like territory lines drawn between begrudging survivor groups. Cradled by a shaking soft shell. The blurry shapes of familiar voices once desperately calm and patient now roar,cutting and rightfully angry. It falls on his ears. He tries to grasp it, he does. He’s ruined everything, the least Cj can do now is listen.

But exhaustion gnaws at his very bones. Head pounding.

Nothing can explain this.

Nothing will justify this.

Severe head trauma, and shattered, collapsed carapace. Possible bruised and punctured lungs via pieces of loose carapace as the overall structure caved in, resulting in internal bleeding in the lungs and eventual asphyxiation. Patient chocked on his own blood. The field medic immediately drones internally, years of experience and training unable to be shut off (or rather, trained to never shut off) as listless eyes drift down to meet the unmoving slider.

It seems the one-sided eye contact is what finally breaks the softshell’s stupor. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The teen snarls, teeth flashing in all the ways he used to bare it at unwelcome visitors. But never at Casey. Never for long.

Wake up Jones. This is not your Uncle.

The rest of the group falls silent, shocked to see their previously silent family member speaking.

“You don’t get to look at him.” Achingly gentle, the purple branded softshell sets Leonardo onto the tiled floor.

Donatello stands. “You.” He hisses, pointing at Cj.

“You did this.”

Somewhere, somehow Cj manages to gather enough of himself to incline his head slightly in agreement. It’s the least he can do for them.

“Leave.” Donatello orders.

And like the good soldier he is, Cj does. Disappearing into the tunnels.

No one stops him.

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OK FOLKS! It’s Theory time!

Posting this now here so I can say I called it!

Ladies and gentlemen I hate to be the bearer of bad news but guys I don’t think we should be getting too excited over the fact that future Leo came to visit.

Cuz if anyone has seen the leaks from andy_suriano insta (which im pretty sure we’ve all seen cuz F!Donnie’s design is all over the internet) before it was taken down cuz insta stories are icky. we all know that future raph and Donnie are still alive in this comic Which means this is a younger version of F!leo before the events of the movie. And from this pic:

We can surmise that mikey was likely messing around with his magic/practicing his magic.

Plus with the (reasonable) assumption that the IDW doesn’t wanna break the movie’s continuity cuz that would be very very stupid (that’s 2 verys) . This can only mean one thing:

Through some weird timey whimey shit, younger F!mikey makes a time portal that, (based of younger F!leo’s dialogue of Noooo) younger F!Leo accidentally goes thru. Which then sends younger F!leo to the past.

AND based of teen!Donnies dialogue of “there goes the space time continuum again”. The past, younger F!leo is sent too, takes place after the events of the movie. This allows for the events of the movie to still happen cuz it was obvious in the movie that the past!turtles didn’t know the krang. so F!leo being sent to a past that was post movie make sense makes sense to preserve the canon. No brainer there.

However, this is where it starts getting sad, since obviously F!leo still dies in the apocalypse and the F!Leo we see in the comics is likely a younger version of the F!leo we see in the movie due to the fact that raph and Donnie are still alive. I strongly suspect that in order to keep continuity and ensure that the past!turtles’ timeline still exists. The F!Leo in this comic will return back to his future to live out his days till the inevitable events of the movie. Where we can assume that F!Mikey, who presumably got better control of his powers, makes a second time gate (which is the one we see in the movie) and manages to control where in the past he wanted the gateway to lead too, which was the day the key was stolen. This ensures that the events of the movie kinda make sense. Ie: why the past turtles are still clueless of the krang cuz this second gateway technically opened up before the first one. Yeh kidna confusing I know.

This could also explain why F!Leo and F!Mikey in the movie seem so certain about the gateway and that it will work. Cuz if the comic goes the way I think it goes, they know the gateway will work cuz it’s happened before.

This then leads to some very very (once again 2 verys) heartbreaking implications cuz it could mean that F!leo and F!Mikey (idk bout F! Raph and Donnie) knew or at least suspected deep down that the resistance was always doomed to fail but despite it all, they kept hoping and trying and trying and pushing the time gateway off to a last resort cuz they rlly just wanted to be wrong and man does that hurt my heart 😭.

But hey, I could be wrong and it’s just me and my overly pessimistic brain. And hey, rmb folks! it’s all just a theoryyy. A COMIC THEORRY!!

TLDR: F!Leo is NOT here to stay and thanks to the events of the comic, deep down he was always kinda aware that the war in his timeline was one he and his brothers were always doomed to lose. But kept trying anyways

HUH?!