Ok Change Of Plans I'm Too Obsessed With Da Ninja Turtles

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I'm not sad, I promise! Sometimes I just draw sad things, yeah :D

I just wanted to draw Ice Cream Kitty and… well, my brain didn't think of anything else. I like to imagine this happened right after losing Splinter.

And I'm very tempted to draw the other kids.

A small comic revolving around the concept of Casey being toxic in his own way- 🖤💜

I don't know what unearthly force compelled me to do this comic out of nowhere, but I did- LMAO || I wish I could've set this situation up better (Like showing Donnie behaving in similar ways he did with April toward Casey instead-) and I was going to do one more panel to concluded this better (Where the Brothers + April don't find either of them at Casey's apartment and it turns out the left together in the Shellraiser or something like that-) but I'm super tired,, 😔👍

I really wanted Casey's actions (His lack of response to his texts / missed calls, the way he hovers by the door just listening, and lastly his failed attempt at hiding his smile at the end-) to reflect (what I feel would be) his toxicity in this relationship dynamic with Donnie- How he craves the attention, at the expense of Donnie's well being and the worry of his friends. How addicting it would be for him to be the center of someone's universe and knowing it - Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he would do whatever he needed to do to ensure Donnie's attention stayed on him, you know? 👀✨

Just something I like to think about sometimes ! (This also balances things out in my opinion, since I dislike the concept of Donnie being "the problem" alone- You know?) || Also I deliberately tried to make Donnie's dialogue in this comic as creepy (Or just uncomfortable / awkward-) as possible, especially in the last panel- 👍✨

2012 Donnie doodle bcs I’ve been getting back into everyone's favorite mutant turtles, this is the second time I post a doodle of Donnie listening to music, wich is a bit curious to me.

*slaps forehead* this bad boy can fit so much mental illness in it

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AUFFUHFFH THANK YOU SO MUCH,,,,,

Another fanfic of an AU! @teks-emporium, I cannot remember the last time that I was allowed to go this nuts about AUs with someone, but I swear we’re on the same brain waves with literally everything and I love scheming about traumatized turtles with you!!

You have brought me joy and I want to return the favor! :D

Check out the Ghoul AU after ya’ll read this.

If you like horror AUs, it’s one for you!

The kitchen is ravaged.

Every pantry is open, devoid of the food within. All kinds of different snacks, some older and some newer, are sprawled across the island in a pile, spilling onto other bags, boxes, and over the floor.

Three bags of chips, the same flavor, two previously opened and one newly open, seem to have been flung into the sink. An oreo container with one cookie gone, a trail mix packet barely touched, and a full skittles packet are all snacks that others in the household will not appreciate finding touched, much less eaten.

The fridge hangs open loosely and the inside fairs no better, spoons in cottage cheese containers and meat packets torn open. The area smells faintly of vomit, collected in the trashcan next to the island.

He takes a soft breath, blue curtain swishing behind him, heading to the other end of the room. There the culprit sits, chin on his knees and hands over his head, breathing like he’s holding himself off from hyperventilating. He doesn’t react to the new presence.

“My son.”

His breath hitches, voice weak, “Sensei.”

Yoshi sets his cane against the island and kneels down. An apple with a single bite out of it rolls off the counter. It hits the floor.

Donatello flinches hard.

“In for two,” He coaxes. “Out for four. With me.”

Donatello lowers his hands, placing them around his legs, copying his rhythm. They breathe until Donatello releases a shaky laugh, bringing his hand to his face, shielding it as his shoulders hitch.

He exhales slowly, lowering one hand and wiping his eyes with the other. The lower part of his mask is a darker color.

“Sorry, Sensei.” Donatello shakes his head, fax smile twitching uncertainly. “I thought everyone was asleep.”

“Leonardo said you weren’t feeling well.” Yoshi motions for him to move forward. Donatello rises shakily, head bowed, getting onto his knees and letting him lay a hand on his forehead.

“I—I’m fine, Sensei.” He mutters, uselessly. They both know that he is never a reliable source when it comes to his own health.

Yoshi does not feel abnormal heat. “You are pale, Donatello. And you were throwing up.”

“I can’t eat.” Donatello glances over his shoulder, as if waiting for the food to react. “Anything. I tried it all Sensei.”

“Lose off appetite is common with illness.” Yoshi soothes curiously. “You would know that.”

“It’s not- I’m not- not hungry, Sensei.” He tries. “I just can’t eat it!

“When did you last sleep?” Yoshi wonders out loud, watching his face drop into something more familiar as he whines, “I sleep fine.”

“That was not my question.”

“I don’t think I am sick.” Donatello pushes, with a lot less force than he normally has when in denial. Yoshi’s grateful that he gets to be one step ahead of an illness, for once. “How do you feel.”

“I-“

“If you tell me you are fine, we will go to the dojo, where you will be able to prove how fine you are.”

Donatello’s beak reddens. Some color, good.

“Achey, I guess.” He rubs his arm. “Maybe a little shaky, but that doesn’t mean-”

“Vomiting.” Yoshi reminds. He frowns, “Only when I eat!”

“You cannot force your body to ingest what it doesn’t want.” Yoshi watches him deflate. He considers him. “When did you last eat?”

“I don’t know.” He mutters. “I haven’t really been hungry.”

“Since?”

“I don’t know.” He says, more bitterly. “That’s the problem. I should be hungry, shouldn’t I? Why can’t I eat? I tried everything.”

“Did you try tea?”

Yoshi expects him to roll his eyes or rush a change of subject before he’s encourages to try some. Instead, his expression lights up, “Do you think that’ll work? I mean, I haven’t experimented with liquids but if I don’t like what I normally like then maybe I’ll like what I-”

“Donatello,” He interrupts, gently. “I think you should rest.”

No hesitation. “I’m not tired, Sensei.”

“You are not hungry.” Yoshi reminds. “And yet you attempt to eat.”

“That’s different!” Donnie pleads, fists clenched in his lap. “This time it’s different, Sensei, I know it is!”

“How many times have I heard that?”

“Senseeei!”

“You need to sleep.”

“I need to figure this out!”

“We have.” Yoshi sets a hand on his arm. “You are ill.”

“I’m not! That doesn’t fit my theory at all!”

“What is your theory?”

“I’m not sick!”

Yoshi lowers his head, tilting it toward him knowingly. “I am no scientist, but that does not sound like much of a theory, my son.”

His shoulders slump as he heaves a sigh. Yoshi sets a hand on his shoulder, “I will take care of the mess. You will rest.”

“Y-you don’t have to do that, Sensei.” Guilty eyes dart to the island. “I can do it. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“I am a father.” He moves the hand to his face, cupping his chin to stop it from turning away, brown gaze meeting brown. “It is my job to worry. I would worry less, if I knew my sons were all healthy.”

“Hai Sensei.” His son whispers. “Sorry.”

“I am not upset.” He lets him go to reach to the side. When he stands, his son rises with him, wringing his hands. “Are you sure Sensei? It’s my mess.”

“I am certain.” To prove this point, he moves for the fridge, removing the bag of carrots that it holding the door open. He sets it on a clear spot on the counter, giving Donatello a soft look. “Sleep, my son.”

He nods, paleness regained, and then hesitantly goes from the room.

Yoshi returns the kitchen to its previous state before removing the vomit from his home. When he returns, he goes to turn in himself. If Donatello allows it, he’ll see if he can use his new positive view of tea to his advantage in the next evening.

For now, he trusts that some sleep will do him so good.

He was wrong on many accounts that day.

The first mistake was not checking a lab for a scientist.

what if the reason leatherhead always went for donatello's face during his blackouts was because donatello's physique is closest to that of the kraang and therefore the only one leatherhead would have a reason to target?

Jhfsstjhfjhs you're welcome!!! I actually really like the thin lines, I think it gives it a sort of soft flowy look that I think is pretty hard to accomplish with thicker lines

I actually have the exact opposite problem tbh, I've been favoring thicker lines in my art, but when I try to use thinner lines, I can't capture the flowing weightless detail like I want too

(tbh I think the coloring of the lineart might aid in that so next time I line that might be something I try hehegeg,,)

Something about your artstyle is so beautiful and satisfying to look at I'm literally addicted to it,,

Aww !! Thank you so much !! I try my best, honestly- 😭👍✨

I've said this on my other platforms as well, but sometimes I feel really bad for using such thin lines all the time,, I just worry that it makes my art kind of hard to see or hard to make out clearly-? And then I'll try doing thick lines instead (But it's obvious I'll erase it in places to make it look appealing to me- The best examples of this that I've already posted are my 2012 Mikey and Leo collages as well as my Vampiric 2012 Jonatello post !), but that's never as appealing to me ( + it's more time consuming to do that-) as the thin lines are so I often feel conflicted,, 😭

But it does make me feel good to know that you think it looks satisfying ! I hope to improve and make even better fan art for this franchise ! 🫶✨

lmao at this point we should just start having mock tmnt au conventions, not competitions just silly gatherings

just put all aus in a big room and let them run amok

maybe some of the aus can sell some merch from their aus, all the Mikeys selling art and taking commissions, Donnies are all trying to out build each other

panels on what to do in certain aus like "What To Do If Your Mutant Turtle Brother Goes Feral" or "Apocalypse Survival 101" or "Defenstration and You"

separated au therapy sessions, play areas for any tots that come along, April O'Neil meetup, an arcade room of course some of these kids desperately need to be socialized lol

The line between kink and horror is measured only in cowardice