*I Step On Stage, Holding A Mic. I Have A Skull In My Other Hand. I Prepare To Utter One Word, And One

*I step on stage, holding a Mic. I have a skull in my other hand. I prepare to utter one word, and one word only. *

“Destiny.”

* the crowd of simps cheers, and several buildings explode as a big ass mech comes in to beat my ass for daring to utter the word. *

I’m struggling to breathe. Why must you bless my eyes with this.

Get real

I got my eyes dialated.

As I was sitting with my mom, chillin, I ask her:

“Do my eyes look like cat eyes?”

I then giggle deliriously before she can answer me.

Thinking about the koi dragon oc I made a month ago and how they still don’t have a name because I’m bad at names

rise dumps about donnie because I love him and he’s my comfort character.

Headcanon 1!

Donnie has Asperger’s, a “subcategory” on the autism spectrum that makes it hard to process emotions and can lead to repetitive thoughts.

For example? His insistences on using his tech to solve his problems. While it may be a more complicated way, it’s the way he thinks of, and not something simpler. Instead of looking around to get ideas of where he is, he goes to his tech to preform a scan of the room for example. He uses his battleshell to fly up a single flight in an abandoned mall instead of just jumping or taking the stairs.

Headcanon 2!

Donnie was the only one of his brothers to be hesitant about going to the surface of New York. (They’re about 6, 7, and 8 respectively.) The sounds of the city above could be being made by scary, dangerous creatures who would love nothing more than to eat up little turtles like him! “He’s a softshell, he’d be the tastiest and easiest to chew!” He thinks to himself.

It took months to even get him to peek out from under the manhole cover, he was so scared. New things are scary when you’re new to them, doubly so when you’re an autistic child being dragged out of your comfort zone. (I speak from experience.)

His brothers, thankfully, didn’t drag him out into it right away. (They knew from a bad experience with him freaking out about exploring the sewers that it wasn’t a good idea to throw him in the deep end right away.) they started with simple things, like bringing him up near the surface to let him adjust to the sounds. Peaking out from under the manhole cover to get an idea of what’s out there. Sticking a hand out to feel the texture of the ground there, smelling the air. When he leaves, he stays in the alley the sewer cover is in for a few weeks, adapting to the changes and differences. He slowly explores, clinging close to his brothers in case of the slightest scare. Eventually, he starts exploring on his own, losing his fear of the unknown for the most part. It’s still there, deep down, but it’s been repressed and tackled for the most part.

Headcanon 3!

Donnie gets sick really, really easily. (That’s two really’s.) being a softshell, it’s easy for slight callouses to build up on his soft shell under the clamps, seeing as it’s practically just skin. When those callouses crack, illness gets in easily. While most of the time he just gets a minor cold, there are numerous occasions where he will get seriously sick. Because of this, donnie is a major germaphobe. He sanitizes every part of himself when someone coughs in the same ROOM as him. He wipes down every surface used and Adjacent to where he conducted his experiments in his lab. He changes the bedsheets and washes them every few days, and will shove all the personal protective equipment he can on if he suspects he is sick. We’re talking face masks, face shields, thick rubber gloves, everything.