#raph 2003

a couple of months ago @mushroomgrenade reached out to me if i was interested in adding to a christmas care package for @andysuriano !!!

couldn't believe it and i of course said yes can't believe andy's has some of my art ahhhhhhh

i wanted to do something special and asked what mushroom and andy's fav turtles were

mushroom is a big rise donnie and 03 raph fan!

andy's fav is rise raph but he also worked on 2012 tmnt which is why i drew ice cream kitty uvu

she would like raph

i didn't have the best markers i only had water based one which is terrible for blending

"I could redirect the signal so that it doesn't take out half of New York while Shredder is trying to get to us," Donatello says as he glances over what's left of all the brothers and his father. "But that would still leave some danger."

"Why not just break tha thing?" Raphael demands.

"He could just build another," Leo says with a furrowed brow as he cups his chin. "We're looking for a permanent solution here."

"But the longer we stand around chatting about it, the closer the baddies get!" Michelangelo speaks up, earning several nervous nods from Mikey.

"We can handle the bozos." Raph scoffs dismissively; his certainty earns him a frown from the older turtle's father. "Finding yourself cocky in the face of danger could be your undoing, young Raphael."

"Yeah, yeah." Raph sighs before Donatello brings them back to the matter at hand. "I could try a virus that would take out all the data, but that would take too long to configure, and I don't know if we'll have another chance to-"

The room was suddenly bathed in darkness. By the time the light returned, all the ninja were stiff in preparation and scanning their surroundings. A nervous laugh drew their attention to a sheepish Donnie as he pops up from behind the machine. "Sorry, sorry, my bad- Hit the power cord. That thing is huge. Takes a lot of juice. I'm surprised the foot can get it to run."

"Wha- Don't touch that!" Raphael commands as he pops back out of their eyesight. All four of their alternates head forward to stop him, only for Donnie's brothers to instinctively move in their way. Leo has both his swords in the path of Leonardo and Donatello.

Leonardo's eyes are narrowed. "What are you doing?"

While his brothers look for his direction, Leo's are doing the same. He nods approvingly at them and then quietly snaps, "Wait."

"But he-"

"Wait," Splinter repeats cooly. His sons reluctantly stand down.

Leo gives him a grateful look and then raises his voice with a calculated politeness, "Donnie, why are you in the machine?"

"I'm fixing our problem!"

"Oh, yeah?" He asks innocently. "How are you doing that, Dee?"

"I am..." The young genius is out of breath but eager, completely oblivious to what's happening in the same room as him. "Working... To.. Reconfigure... The blast radius... So when the Foot... Try... Turning this thing on... Done!"

He gives a short, satisfied cheer and then reappears, dropping down from the platform and next to them, dusting off his hands. "It'll self-destruct on itself. The Foot will be taken down by their own weapon, and presumably believe it was their own fault. Classifying the weapon as unstable and leaving you some more time before they even consider using it again."

The young Donnie beams a gap-revealing smile at the startled older turtles and stops by Raph's side; Donatello separates from the group to hurry over to the machine.

Raph playfully elbows him. "Nice going, brainiac."

"The solution was simple enough," Donnie replies as Leo suddenly walks up to wipe a smudge from his cheek. "To you, maybe."

Donnie bats him away, brushes his plastron indignantly, and then glances around the group. "So? What's the plan for getting out of here?"

Leonardo is looking to the machine. "Donnie?"

"He did it," Donatello reports. "I think he did it!"

Donnie's brows furrow, "That's what I just said."