Bastiion - Stinky Stinker

As overwhelming of a situation Donnie has found himself in, he's also incredibly curious, because the truth of his origin is something he's always wondered about but never gotten an answer to. Because of that, he agrees to sit down and let his supposed Long Lost Family explain everything to him.

Mikey already has a whole presentation (that's not at all a bit biased and inaccurate) prepared and ready to go in the event that they would eventually find their Long Lost Brother, so Donnie is able to get everything explained to him pretty quickly. They also explain to him what yōkai are and about The Hidden City when they find out that he's been completely isolated from any of that his entire life.

And this gives Donnie quite a bit to think about, because how much about his past did Splinter know? He'd always been very cagey about both of their pasts. It's entirely possible that he was ignorant about Donnie's connection to Lou Jitsu, but he must've known about the secret yōkai-society all around them right? Donnie grew up so lonely and isolated because, being what he was, he couldn't just partake in human-society. But in The Hidden City he's... normal? It would've given him the opportunity to make friends, get an education, not have to hide from everyone. So why would Splinter keep him away from that life... unless he was trying to also keep him away from his family.

It's... uncomfortable to think about, to say the least. And with everything else crazy that has happened to him this day, Donnie isn't really in the correct headspace to unpack All Of That.

Anyway, Donnie is quickly distracted from his spiraling when Draxum compliments his tech and-

Donnie has officially been won over! New Parental Figure Aquired! ...Until Donnie learns a bit more about what exactly Draxum is scheming lol but we'll get there eventually :) For now Donnie is very excited to get to know his Long Lost Family!

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I wanbt to exploe him wif my mind :3 /pos

I kinda wanna hug from Raph, I’m not doing very good today.. if he wants to tho..

all ur gonna get from raph is an awkward side-hug. consider yourself EXTREMELY lucky ! !!!!!! !! !! hope u feel better

Doing flips, crawling on the floor, fighting demons, eating a chair, chewing on glass, ripping my hair out, crying, sobbing, beyond saving.

ME ME ME!! I HAVE EGGS IN MY POCKET!! ITS ME IM THE SILLY ONE SO SILLY SO SILLY IM SO SIL

My mug warms my hands as I gaze out at the sea, the waves crashing and seagulls calling reminds me of a time when I once felt at peace. I take a deep breath, the fresh sea air and the steam from my green tea filling my senses, telling me that I have everything I could have ever wanted - 

And yet, I find myself aching for something more. 

I sip my tea and sigh, the leaves over brewed and bitter to the tongue; I’ve been standing on the sand for longer than I realized. It’s easy to get lost in it, to lose yourself as you study the shore and try to understand the lessons that it wishes to show you. A crab skitters along the edge, holding its ground as the water licks at its little feet and tries to tempt it back into the water. 

Oh, to be a crab in the water. No worries, no stress, their only responsibility to eat and reproduce. To live in the water and let the waves guide you, to never know the feeling of anything but the world’s weight as it pushes down on you and wishes to bury your head under the water. To just live. 

Perhaps I should move back home, tell my family I’ve become a failure… and that I’ll never become a published author. My place beside the sea feels almost forbidden, as if I was never meant to be there. But if not here… where? 

“Elliot,” a voice calls, pulling me from my dramatic thoughts and back to the real world. The sun still shines above us, the warm summer breeze rustling my clothes as I turn to look at the person whom I’ve come to admire. 

The farmer stands behind me, a single large brown egg in hand, holding it out to me like the most sacred offering. Their smile is contagious as ever as I gently take the egg from them. 

“Oh, a present! Thank you!”

They’re gone without another word, shuffling along the shore and shoving shells in their pockets. 

It’s then that I realize what I’ve been aching for. 

And it’s the silly little farmer with eggs in their pockets.

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FOR ALL OF YOU NEBARRA LOVING FREAKS

You crazy mfs

not my best work of art.

the original

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im gonna use this for emotes have a nice day

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been DYING SICK these past few days SORYY x__x

the stinker

BATH!!!!

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