#evil Donnie
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Cracked Conscience Chpt 1.
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Blame the Chemicals in the Mind
Summary: Mad scientist!Donnie discovers he has developed twisted, unwanted feelings toward his best experimentation specimen.
A/N: General verses, but I placed something about each version of Donnie, let's see if you can find it! Also, I heavily kept in mind 2012verse and Bayverse for some reason? Anyway, this will have multiple parts but it can be read as a one-chapter thing too :)
Please do not spam like. Reblogs are appreciated! ♡
Warnings: NSFW / DARK CONTENT/ smut/fem!Reader/ after the kraang apocalypse/Donatello and reader are both mid to late twenties /dub-con/eventual Yandere topics/experimentation/torture/blood and violence/trauma bonding/Stockholm syndrome/blood extraction/panic attack (reader's)/twisted hurt-comfort/between-the-lines humiliation/ mentions of the use of a feeding probe/sensorial overstimulation and deprivation/ Regarding smut: humping/creampie/DUB-CON/ dead dove do not eat
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His ever-present gaze penetrated the tank's glass, fixating on your orbs. It was a constant company, greeting you upon waking— whether immersed in the computer's screen a few paces ahead or absorbed in a stress ball he kept in hand to stimulate his thoughts. He consistently stared, as if that alone could propel him closer to a cure for the three monstrous things that so closely resembled him.
Donatello observed them through the fortified cells he constructed, initially intended as a security measure. He sighed deeply. The laboratory never felt as desolate as it did now, as if hopelessness swept through, resonating through his body. Gradually, despair eroded small fragments of his sanity, leaving nothing more than a faint echo of who he used to be.
He needed to find a cure soon. And so he pinched, tugged, injected, and inflicted upon your body a distinct form of torment every day. Each one an inch closer. However, despite your best judgment, you lacked the strength to keep on resenting him.
Exhausted from enduring numerous stings and side effects, your brain, perhaps as a survival mechanism, clung to words of reaffirmation. Praise. Approbation. Plaudits. They seemed to breathe sanity back into your inner self, preventing your poor state of mind from sinking deeper into the dark.
Such an exquisite test subject!
So remarkably compliant and subdued, aren't you?
I'll create an antidote, and they'll be back, and it'll be thanks to you.
You seem unwell today.
His voice was distant from under the water but he sounded somehow concerned. "Let's take the day off. You can't die just yet. Finding others like you is proving increasingly challenging."
You didn't want him to ignore you for the rest of the day. You wished he wouldn't. You could endure a slight pinch if it meant feeling something. Lately, the increasing sensory isolation was becoming more and more nerve-wracking. You must have wished too fervently, for just as he had not entirely turned away, the power abruptly ran out.
Donatello gasped. The blue light of your tank framed his face. A menace, yet fixable. The hitch: replacing the lab's battery required using the one in your tank. Both were designed with separate energies after an incident— an unfortunate electrocution during a short-circuit caused by an electric storm. Test subject 83q1q didn’t make it.
The wisest course of action was to empty the tank, replace the battery, and secure you elsewhere until he could find a new one. Your body throbbed with tickles of anxiety and anticipation upon noticing his intent.
As it drained, you descended to the bottom of it. He opened its side, causing all the tubes to tilt down. Donatello pulled them off. You inhaled as soon as he unplugged them from your throat. A coughing fit almost broke your rib cage right after a sharp, reckless gasp for air.
An overwhelming sensation hovered over you. Abruptly, everything was too much. Too much air, too rough floor, too much pressure on your skull, too loud— You can't breathe. You're choking. Your ears are beeping. Someone's screaming. You can't breathe, you can't breathe, you can’t— He's touching you. You tensed. Would he return you to the tank? Where's the needle? The last time he touched you, there was a needle, or something sharp, and it hurt. You brace yourself.
Donatello began making even circles over your bare back.
"Deep breaths," he said. His voice sounded different. Steadier, warmer. "Follow my own, here," he pressed your hand to his plastron. His inhalations were even, soothing.
"That's right, you're doing well—maintain your focus right here."
Your view briefly smeared your palm over his chest before properly adjusting. Your head pulsed as if your skull rejected your brain. Your mind was a jumble of many things barely held together. But you’re breathing, you’re alive, nothing hurts.
"Well done. Now, tell me five things about yourself," he asked.
The piercing cold scraped your bones like long-stirred claws. Nothing hurts, not quite much.
"My name is Donatello,” he began to set an example. “I am a scientist. I aim to fix the Kraang predicament. I like purple,” he paused, realizing there was nothing more about him worth mentioning. Then, against logical reasoning, he added: “I miss my brothers.”
Squatting, embracing your naked, soaked silhouette in a failed attempt to stop shivering, you listened; forcing yourself to clutch onto his voice, scarcely discerning his words but making the effort. On the verge of giving up on obtaining an answer, Donatello motioned back. Your nails dug into his plastron just then. He tensed.
“My name is—” your voice quivered, mind spinning, searching. You told him. “Chest… hurts. Head, hurts. I’m cold.” Your weakling tone disturbed you, hoarse, broken, reduced to a raspy mutter. “I’m… alone.”
You were unexpectedly a jarring mirror he reflected in. Donatello tilted his head, musing.
"Well done. It wasn't so hard, was it?" he articulated, displacing your hand. "Now come here, you ought to wait inside the cell until the battery is efficiently substituted and operational—I still need to find another to power the tank, though.” he added between his teeth, more to himself than to you. “Anyway, be glad, you'll rest," he finished, offering you a towel.
You took it, hesitantly. Soft, cold fingers brushing with rough, calloused ones. Donatello retracted his hand upon the brief contact. For half a second, he seemed misplaced. Something shifted thereafter. As if the lab’s loneliness somehow extinguished just by having another breath residing there. As days elapsed, he worked diligently to replace the burnt pieces and connect the battery. This task, which would have taken only a few hours with all the needed resources, was now hindered by the aftermath of the world nearly ending.
You braced yourself every time he approached your space, yet, pain never came with him. Instead, there was something, something more, something close to a kindle glimpse of a strange fascination. Donatello couldn't grasp why, but he started bringing you food instead of using the feeding probe.
“I help bring them back,” you said one fine day, after long contemplating the scattered photographs of four turtles attired in different colors, enjoying life before the apocalypse.
The sound of the welder stopped, as did the sparks that created different patterns of light around. He looked at you, understanding that it was not a reiteration of your role; it was an express wish, a genuine interest, as if you actually had a saying on the matter. It was, in a way, touching.
“Yes, you will,” he paused briefly, contemplating for the first time going slightly out of his way to give you something. But what? Perhaps something to wear? No, keeping you naked meant you wouldn't dare to set foot outside. It had to be something else, something more.
Donatello pondered for half a heartbeat before pulling the protective lenses up. “Hey, on a scale of one to ten, how cold would you rate your cell?”
***
The day came when he finished fixing the lights. The sudden brightness forced a hiss out of you, too sharp. He adjusted it, toning it down to a level you could bare. He found an extra battery as well, which meant you would return to the tank. You would hurt again, but it’s fine; he gave you purpose. He fed and warmed you, and listened to you. He gave you gentle head pats—
He’s good.
He doesn’t care if he hurts you.
It’s alright. He gave you purpose.
He doesn’t care if you cry.
He keeps you warm.
Donatello took some blood samples, followed by platelets, in between a couple more tests. You felt dizzy jumping off the chair, narrowly holding on to the edge of the table so as not to slam against the floor. The tank light loomed over you. Bit by bit, you gestured towards the two-meter cylindrical vessel, your heart rate suddenly plummeting. The dreadful prospect of sensory deprivation gnawed at your insides. Your breaths became erratic, resonating loudly in your ears, and the sensation of blood swirling in the pit of your stomach heightened. You won't feel, you won't eat, you will hurt. You can't breathe. You gasp for air. It’s alright, it’s alright-
"I was thinking..." Donatello's voice cut through the oppressive atmosphere, and you clung to the sound as if it were a lifeline. "Since you've behaved— what if I don't send you back in the tank? What if you stay here a bit longer?"
You turned, your eyes widening in astonishment.
"Would you like that?" he asked, not facing you, an awkwardness in his demeanor, as if it were the first time in his life he had asked for company.
"Yes," you gasped.
***
You couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but it didn't matter. You lay on his lap, resting as he worked, your body bare, absorbing the warmth of the room he had carefully heated for you. You cherished the rare moments he allowed you this close to him, savoring the seconds of feeling human once again through simple acts like cuddling. It made the aching in your body subside a smidgen.
The embrace elicited subtle signs of contentment, slowly fading into gasps, later morphing into moaning. His breath hitched upon hearing them. Donatello wasn't the best at navigating feelings. But these sensations were not exactly that. They couldn’t be. No, it was more like a palpitation triggering a primal response to your scent, your warmth, and the gentle quiver in your voice.
He scoffed. Deep thought on the matter didn’t change that his cock throbbed with each breath rolling off your mouth. He tried to shake the heat of his head, but why? Why should he resist? There was no purpose for not indulging. In fact, it could be beneficial.
He let his hand travel across your back. His touch made you shudder. He puffed, a nerdy sound he hadn’t heard himself make since the first time he watched a porn video.
“Come,” he said, tugging you to sit upright.
You raised your head from the crook on his neck to face him. “To the operating room?”
“No, just here,” he muttered.
Donatello adjusted you over the lower half of his plastron before reclining the chair back. Your nude pussy pressed upon its wetness. He groaned. Warm fingertips clung to the upper sides of his shell, seeking balance. He stroked your hair. You waited. Nothing hurt.
Donatello placed both hands over your love handles, moving you back and forth so your cunt rubbed over his needy slit. It throbbed, his hard cock soon to emerge from it. He whimpered, breath hitching when you followed his lead, hypnotized by the exquisite friction over your clit. A few more humps and it came out, pulling a deep growl from him. You looked in astonishment as it rose against your abdomen. tick, long and glistening in a creamy transparent liquid. Your inner thighs soon soaked in it. Nothing hurts, no…, in fact- it’s good. Fuck, so good. You sighed, unable to stop grinding over his newly released member, absolutely thriving in the delicious way it numbed everything into bliss.
Donatello’s head fell backward. His mouth curved slightly at the corners in a somewhat twisted smile of enjoyment. His earnest, soft moaning mingled with yours feverishly.
“That’s so hot— I want more, I want to be in you, I know you’re so warm inside,” his voice was desperate, drunken-like.
In one motion, Donatello pulled you up. Your back hit the cold desk. You sensed the keyboard under your head. It hurt. You snap back, eyes open wide. He grabbed your waist. Six strong fingers kept you in place as he lined with you. You puff, suddenly tensing.
"You want it too, right? In theory, it should feel good. You're too wet for it not to, don't worry, you've been good. It won't hurt."
The question lingered. You don't know. You don't want to hurt. Would he be angry if you forced him to stop? Could you do that? Would he put you back in the tank? You're dizzy.
He moved the tip of his cock along your soaked cunt, focusing on your soft nub, making circles over it. Your legs opened wider in response. His voice quivered as he whimpered, yours followed. You clenched around nothing.
"You're not saying no, are you?" he panted. "So I assume you must want to, right?"
Your hole stretches with his size sliding in. You groan, dragging your nails over the desk.
"Ah— it hurts! It hurts!" you blurt out.
"Bear it. The ache isn't supposed to- last too long. It'll feel good once you get used to it. You're good, you can bear it, you ca-nm,"
His body steamed, and his mind burnt with it, slowly melting the last drops of rational thinking. "You're so tight," he thrust once, twice, and thrice.
You reached for him, clinging to his quivering voice, his praise, his— fuck he's so deep in you. his pace knocks your breath out. It hurts. It fills you so well. It hurts. Feels hot. His moves are steady, building heat in your belly. Pain's giving out. You clench around him, sucking him deeper.
Donatello jerked forward, mouth gaping, eyes shutting. Both forearms held him up over the desk. He was now close enough for you to embrace him, so you clamped one hand to his shell and the other to his shoulder. Both legs hugged him near. With each new thrust your clit rubbed to his plastron sending waves of volts through your veins.
"Yes," you breathed, barely above your own moaning.
Donatello grinned, "I knew you liked it,”
“Yeah—ah, faster, harder,” you pleaded, head thrown back as he fucked you.
He granted. Making his pace even crueler. His content smile never faded.
“Your little cunt loves this so much! I can feel you squeezing me so tight, fuck, such a good testing subject, about to be my favorite cumdump.”
Your muscles tensed in anticipation, the heat in your core about to burst. The sound of wet skin slapping reached your ears as your toes curled.
His breath staggered as he spoke. "Ah- I can't stop. I'm coming, fuck, yes, yes-mnn,"
The hot loads filled you all the way to your womb. You embraced him, his ragged breath right in your ear. He enjoyed it, you did good, all feels right, more, more— You came with a loud moan, sweet pulsations carried the bliss from your belly through your temples, melting you.
He stayed still for a while, holding you in his arms, absorbing the warmth from your body. You both descended from the high together. Your scent mingled with his own, and for a fleeting moment, something tingled within him—the creeping onset of a feeling. He scoffed. It meant nothing. What are feelings if not chemicals in the mind, fueling instincts?
"Go clean yourself up," he instructed, letting off your legs. "We still have some tests for the day."
#dark content#tw dark content#dub con#dark fic#tmnt dark content#tmnt x reader#tmnt 2007#tmnt 2k16#tmnt 2012#tmnt smut#tmnt dark turtles#tmnt evil donnie#evil donnie#tmnt 2016#tmnt bayverse donnie#tmnt donatello#tmnt bayverse#tmnt x you#tmnt x reader smut#tmnt x y/n#bayverse tmnt x reader#2007 tmnt x reader#tmnt 2007 x reader#tmnt donnie#tmnt 2012 x reader#tmnt donnie x reader#tmnt 2012 donatello#donatello hamato#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic
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More about my Villain Rise Donnie AU!!!! They hate eachother <33 💜💜💜💜
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt fanart#teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart#tmnt donnie#rottmnt#riseofthetmnt#rise leo#rise donnie#rise raph#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt au#evil donnie#redemptionarcdonnieau#ketthsart
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ok so this evil/poison/venom/krang donnie (idk what to call him) is taking a lot longer than I expected so here are some rough lil ideas/sketchies I have so far ✨ my initial idea was that donnie was experimenting with krang dna but it went wrong like in a lab accident or smth and he ended up getting further mutated- I’m not sure whether to have him as like- a Super Intelligent Evil Villain type thing or more Creature…. rn I am leaning towards Creature but not sure, maybe it could start out not so bad but then get worse and turn him more Creature as time goes on? idk- also not sure what to do with the eyes ghghhgh but yeah I’m just messing around don’t take these too serious lmao
#knightish draws#doodle#sketch#fanart#rottmnt#donnie#evil Donnie#just tagging it as that for now bc like I said idk what to call him hdskdhskdh
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@knightish-knight Listen man, I see a design so absolutely monstrous and cool like your evil Donnie design, and I go absolutely feral. I might have taken a bit too many creative liberties and given him a bit too much personality, but regardless, -hands this to you-
#oddly art#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#evil donnie#fanart#art#digital art#sketches#its not one to one. my style is very shaped ^^;#but man did i have a blast drawing these!#big venom vibes! fucking love venom ^w^#yes that is my self insert in the top corner over there. i thought itd be funny to add that little interaction lol
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Donatello!
From @greatlyblessed Swapverse!
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So Donnie... I don't have much to say about his design.
I put on Cuarteto de Nos, turned up the volume on my earphone and started drawing
My only thought was:
"Donnie deserves to be the coolest of his brothers, fin"
Soooo~ I gave him tech tattoos, piercings (I tried so many different places for those) and go full mad scientist aesthetic (which is my favorite archetype by the way) and there the Delta design came to life
Close Up's :D
The color of the skin was a bit tricky
Because I was going to use another tone (same green) but in the end I opted for something more gray, so that it would follow the black and white scale.
Anyway! You can see two drawings with the first green-tone!
References :D
I... did not use any references
At least not consciously? (Sometimes I look at him and think how similar he looks to Virgil from Sanders Sides??? But it wasn't on purpose so it doesn't count)
In honor of the Cuarteto, who were my soundtrack throug the whole thing, I added a piece of the lyrics of "Lo malo de ser bueno" (the bad thing about being good)
Which in English would be more or less like this
What a barbarity!
Cheap turns out Expensive
Normal turns out Odd
Could I be the mad one?
I dress slowly when I'm in a hurry
Love being hated
And having the style of a Fail and the grades of a Pass
In english it doesn't rhyme :(
Aaaaand I chose that song instead of Mirada de Nylon because this one has a electronic keyboard and still can't do guitars :(
#a mixed bag#tmnt crossover#tmnt crossover fanfic#tmnt#donnie tmnt#evil donnie#villian donnie#character design#rottmnt#tmnt 2018#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2003#tmnt 1987
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Bro I need a evil/krang Donnie au 😭 he literally will call dibs on hurting people and will complain about not being able to blow up a truck his dad is in THIS MAN IS THE PERFECT VILLAIN MATERIAL BUT EVERYONE CHOSES LEO WHY LEO (no hate to evil Leo aus I still read those lol) AND THEN I FIND A EVIL DONNIE AU THEN ITS ON AO3 WHY DONT COMIC CREATORS MAKE THIS!!! AND FOR KRANG DONNIE HE LITERALLY WAS SLIGHTLY INFECTED DURING THE MOVIE AND THOSE ARE ON AO3 TO WITH ANY KRANG DONNIE DRAWING JUST BEING A DRAWING PLEAAASE IM BEGGING YOU
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
#krangified donnie#rise donnie#rottmnt#rottmnt krang#evil donnie#seriously all I I find are other people complaining why are the only people who want evil/krang Donnie non comic creators#please make it 😭
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Wip!
Wip of the aftermath of @dragonpastels newest update!
(Btw, this is my new sideblog. The main one is no longer TMNT stuff)
@diona-98 thought you might want to see this lmao
#my art#artists on tumblr#ccau#cracked conscience au#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#evil donnie#digital art#tmnt fanart#tmnt au
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Evil Donnie x reader (as per request for a evil Donnie smut 🥺)
(tried to keep gender ambiguous) (NSFW- blowjobs- head pushing) not beta read sorry 😔
the lab was dark, only the soft glow of blue screens lit the interior, Donnie sat at his computer with tired eyes, his skillful fingers tapping away at the keys as his.
a knock at the door, an intern shredder had hired. one of the many, they didn't last long.
the purple ninja rolled his eyes spinning in his chair to face the intern.
"your late" his voice was low, the statement blunt as his sharp teeth snapped together to punctuate the sentence.
"I know I'm sorry I was dealing with-"
"don't care, heel now" he clicked his thumb and finger together and pointed to the space Infront of him, spreading his legs wide on the chair.
you made your way towards the man quickly, he was leaning back in his desk chair but you knew he was easily over 7ft tall, his dark down eyes watching you with annoyance, his brows lowered. you knelt Infront of him, meeting his gaze.
"you expect me to do the work for you? hurry up already I'm a busy guy" he scoffed his tounge clicking as he looked towards the screen that was across from him, his long arm reaching over to type something.
your hands made quick work of his belt and footclan emblem as you untied his pants, his cock already hard and leaking in the soft blue glow.
his eyes glanced at you before turning his attention back to the screen with a huff, you took in the sight, his cock was long and slender, a small knot at the base, the tip was a soft pink shade, the underside was a warmer lighter shade of green almost yellow toned, a thick vein ran from the base.
your tongue ran a stipe across that vein following it up his length before taking the tip into your mouth, the taste was salty but you heard him left out a puff of air as you started to suck.
your head bobbing up and down on the inches you could take and tour hands stroking the inches you couldn't, even for a slender cock it was big, your lips stretching around it as you slid down the length.
a hand met your head pushing you down with a groan your eyes watering as you tried not to choke, remembering the tip about breathing out of your nose.
he was impatient and wasn't keen on wasting any more time "if your gonna be lazy I'll just get someone else" his fingers lacing into your hair as he tugged on it, you knew that wasn't really an option.
looking up you saw his sten face, a hint of blush across his cheeks but under the mask it was hard to really make out, your tounge swirled around the girth, before hollowing out your cheeks, sucking as you winced, his grip was getting tighter.
you braced yourself by putting your hands on his knees an action that didn't go unnoticed, as his hand forced you down another inch, hitting the back of your throat with a gag.
the two of you contined on like this, you doing your best and him not thinking that's the case.
"I havnt got all day" he reminded you as he tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently
your hands sped up stoking the length you had left as you gagged on his cock, you swear you caught his cocky grin when you looked up at him, like he was enjoying watching you struggle.
it wasn't long before both hands gripped tour hair as his breath caught in his throat, he has been pretty quiet noise wise up untill now but the moan that escaped his lips was the only warning you got before he was shooting his load down your throat, his sharp teeth gritting together as he hissed.
you choked around his cock, coughing as you pulled off and covered your mouth.
"swallow" a low voice practically purred as you felt his eyes on you.
you did as you where told.
"get out. I have work to do" he dismissed you, grabbing a tissue from the desk to clean himself off before rolling back to the desk and continuing his work like nothing happened.
#tmnt au#project t#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt donnie#fanfic#smut#lemon#teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse#tmntau#evil donnie
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Day 17 - Villain au
They look fucking unhinged...........
#tmnt 2012#tmnt201210thanniversary#tmntember#tmnt201210years#teenage mutant ninja turtles#villain au#tmnt leonardo#tmnt donatello#2012 donnie#2012 leo#evil leo#evil donnie#my art
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More doodles (I didn't realize until after that he was still in the same pose)
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise donatello#silly doodles#silly little guy#biblically accurate angel#angel donnie#evil donnie#kinda
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Evil Donnie how often do you sleep. Asking for… reasons
Cause, apparently, the longer you’re awake the more the color gray seems green
a continuation of this ask
|next->|
surprise!
a brief colorblind test for you all!
yes this test will be worth points
has he
|Masterpost|
#ccau#cracked conscience au#crackedconscience#ccasks#evil donnie#mailbox#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#save rottmnt
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I did the meme. The world is not ready for them
#tony would 100% adopt donnie#if i had a nickel for every character i obssessed over that solves problems through their intelligence and tech#and has a prosthetic like device they created#that could take over the world if they tried#bonus points if they accidently created an evil robot#rottmnt#marvel#rottmnt meme#steven universe meme#pixels tortle art#my art#rottmnt donnie#tony stark#mcu#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#rottmnt fanart#marvel fanart#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt marvel crossover
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This is something from a bit further into the AU, some context:
-We know that in canon Donnie only uses glasses when he is a kid and then he doesn't need them anymore, but in my AU, Donnie still needs them because Draxum realized too late that he needed glasses when his sight was already messed up for them to be only temporary.
So yeah, he needs glasses.
(Also, sorry if I say some stuff weirdly, English is not my first language)
FUCK, I FORGOT HIS SCAR
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt fanart#tmnt donnie#teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart#evil donnie#villain donnie#rottmnt au#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt michelangelo#rise donnie#rise mikey#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#ketthsart#redemptionarcdonnieau#pb&j duo#b team
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ok 1 more before I have to go do the irl stuff but alt ver without the tentacles/shadows? maybe early stages of the mutation? or something jfjsjjodsdjsddo idk this one’s kinda creepy pasta ish lmao
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