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chil-aglia · 2 months ago

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FTNTH & WFI Crossover!

Not a total disaster

Chapter 1

WFI Donnie belongs to @cimmerian1275 (who also beta read this)

We decided, hey, let’s make a crossover with our double mutated versions of Leo and Donnie, because we love some disaster twins' shenanigans!

We also decided to call them Sword and a Sparrow (SAAS)

Sadly, can’t tag it, won’t show up for some reason

The city never slept, but tonight, even its usual hum seemed quieter—muffled by the cold air, heavy with silence and a biting chill. Leo sat hunched on the edge of a rundown rooftop in Brooklyn, fingers curled tightly into the sleeves of his blue hoodie, shivering with each sharp gust of wind that blew past the perch. His breath came out in pale clouds, disappearing into the darkness.

His shoulders ached—not from battle or from training, but from carrying too much.

The slider rubbed his hands together roughly, trying to summon some warmth, though it felt more like a distraction from everything else. He pulled the fabric down farther, trying to cover the fins that jutted out from his forearms. The sight made his gut twist. He clicked his tongue in frustration, eyes narrowing.

He hated them.

He hated this.

The fight with Raph echoed fresh in his head, sharp and raw, the words ringing louder than the cold ever could.

"How are we supposed to be heroes when you’re over here looking like a monster?"

Leo flinched.

Monster.

The word bounced around in his chest like a ricocheting blade, carving itself into every soft part left inside him.

He stared at his hands, the faint shimmer of webbing between his fingers catching the distant glow of a neon sign. His gaze drifted lower—his tail gave a slow twitch on its own, like a serpent tasting the air. It didn't feel like part of him. It never had. Just another thing he couldn’t control.

Just another reason to agree with Raph.

"Monster."

A groan tore from his throat as he dropped his head into his palms. His fingers curled against his jawline, wishing—wishing—he could peel it all off and go back. Back to when he was just Leo, the cocky one, the funny one, the one who didn't have to lead anyone or carry a curse in his veins.

This wasn’t his fault. It wasn't. He just knocked over a stupid vase. That’s all it took. One dumb mistake in some museum, and now…

Zarynthia.

Even her name crawled through his thoughts like ice.

He could still hear her, sometimes, slithering through his mind when he tried to sleep—her voice sweet, but coiled with venom:

"You are mine now, little leader."

"No one will understand you. Not even your family."

Leo clenched his jaw, shaking his head as if he could toss her out like water in his ears. But her whispers never left for long. He was haunted, and worse—he was cracking under the pressure. Two weeks in, and it already felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Too many expectations.

Too many changes.

Too much.

Leo let his arms drop, leaning his shell against the rusting AC unit behind him, gaze cast toward the starlit sky above the towers of Manhattan. His voice was barely a murmur, lost to the wind.

“This sucks…”

He crossed his arms tightly over his clothed plastron, the fabric of his hoodie pressing awkwardly against the rise of his newly developed fins on his arms. His tail thumped once against the rooftop, as if echoing his bitterness.

He hated that he ran.

But how could he not?

When every look from his brothers held worry or fear, when even Splinter didn’t have answers, when he didn’t even recognize himself in the mirror anymore… what else could he do but escape?

Stillness settled over the rooftop. Distant sirens wailed, a dog barked three blocks down, and the hum of the city slowly returned to his awareness. But Leo remained unmoving—shoulders curled inward, alone with the cold and the stars.

He should head back home, it’s been an hour already and surely they must be wondering where he went off to. But Leo didn’t really want to go. Not yet. Not when he just knew he was going to be smacked with more arguing when he returned, and quite frankly he simply didn’t have the energy to face that right away.

He sighed and reached for his swords, fingers brushing their hilts like old friends.

“Hm… maybe a trip to Hawaii would do me good.” He tried a grin, weak and crooked. “Catch a wave, drink a coconut… get sunburned in five seconds flat.”

The joke fell flat in the silence, but it was enough to get him moving. He rose to his feet, brushing dust from his knees as he took a breath, focusing his mystic energy. He’d gotten better at this. Not great, but passable. He just needed a clear mental image.

“Only one way to find out. Hawaii, here I come.”

Leo lifted his katanas, twirled them with flair, and slashed the air in front of him. A glowing, spiraling portal burst to life with a familiar whoosh. The cool blue light flickered over his green skin and hoodie as he stepped up to it with a proud whistle.

He took a step through, grinning—

And immediately started falling.

“WAAAH—!”

The drop wasn’t long, but it was jarring. He slammed down on his side with a whump, groaning as the air rushed out of his lungs and left him breathless. Somewhere, something clattered and someone shrieked.

“Nardo?!”

Leo blinked, dazed. That voice…

Wait.

“Aw, man…” He muttered, rolling onto his shell and groaning. “Did I seriously portal myself back ho—”

He froze.

Standing across from him, framed in the glow of flickering lab lights and surrounded by scattered tools, was Donatello. But not his Donnie.

This Donnie had wings that flexed as if they would react to the sudden disturbance. A tail coiled behind him, his markings were different too.

Both turtles stared at each other like they were seeing an alien.

Leo straightened slowly, his brain scrambling to catch up. And then, without thinking, he blurted…

“Since when did you get wings?!”

Donnie gaped, eyes darting from Leo’s tail to the webbing between his fingers. “Since when did you get a tail?! And are those fins?!”

Leo instinctively wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hide the offending features. “It’s a curse, okay?!”

Donnie threw his hands up. “I didn’t say anything!”

With panicked breaths, Donnie fumbled over his work desk, scanning his eyes over the messy space to look for his cloaking brooch, “Wait, don’t look at me!” He shouted out frantically, before he eventually grumbled under his breath, exhaling and then giving in.

“Ah, hell, I’ve already been spotted.” He pouted to himself, shaking his head and clearing his throat before eyeing Leo who scratched his head in utter confusion, observing Donnie.

Donnie narrowed his eyes, taking this time to eye the sudden and ungraceful appearance of his twin brother.

Donnie knew he saw Leo only a few hours ago, and he was definitely sure that he hadn’t changed all that much in such a short time frame. This Leo had wholly different markings all together, extra stripes, his eyes slightly different, and he definitely recalled how the Leo he saw before didn’t have a tail or fins nor resemble a fish with a turtle shell.

“Could it be…?” He mumbles, humming in curiosity as he tugs the goggles on his head down over his eyes, leaning in close as the custom programmed software in the goggles did the rest of the work, scanning Leo’s body like a vulture circling its prey.

“Uh…?”

Donnie circled him, even grabbing Leo’s arm and lifting it up to his eyes, then poking at the tail that twitched slightly at the sudden touch.

“Fascinating… your entire physiology is completely different. Even your signature is different!”

Leo watched him, puzzled by what he was going on about, “You care to fill me in, Dee?”

Donnie steps back, pulling his goggles up to rest on his head as he clasps his hands together. “Judging from, uh, well… everything, you are not the Leo that I’m familiar with. Your whole signature—according to the data I received from my goggles, is different. It’s like you have something else in you.”

Leo sweats, chuckling awkwardly. That was to be expected considering he did have something else in him.

The two stared at each other for another beat of baffled silence, breaths heavy and uneven.

“…So,” Leo finally said, adjusting his hoodie, “This isn’t Hawaii.”

Donnie’s brow twitched. “No, it is not. But it’s also not your home dimension anymore either.”

Leo’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait. Dimension?”

His face twisted in utter bewilderment, he even swore he could hear the gears turning in his own head, mouth slightly hung open, as one hand pressed up to his temple as he tried to process the words he just heard come out of Donnie’s mouth.

What did he mean by that?! Was he being played?! Was Donnie twisting his arm—

Donnie’s wings drooped a little as he pinched the bridge of his snout. “You must have made a dimensional jump. Your mystic abilities must be… horrifyingly unstable.”

“Rude.”

Donnie jabbed a finger at him. “Accurate.”

Leo narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms but tilted his head briefly, watching Donnie. Taking in his appearance. Large wings that could easily shield him if Leo stood behind him, his tail curled slightly around his feet where he stood, and while it wasn’t like Leo’s, the slider at least saw some sort of similarity between him and this strange looking soft shell that resembled his brother.

With a scoff of ignorance, Leo grins, eyeing the purple bandana mutant. “So, what were you hit with? Did you get combined with a bird? No, wait, wait! Don’t tell me, scorpion, right?”

He moved a little closer, throwing his hands out dramatically, walking behind Donnie and reaching out to touch the feathers, ignoring the way Donnie shuddered and flinched at the sudden sensation of someone feeling his wings.

“Hey!”

“Wow, did myself from this dimension seriously let you leave the lair like that? Or wait, did you decide to Frankenstein yourself—“

Donnie groans, rolling his eyes as his wing rose and flicked out to whack Leo away, imitating a slap of sorts. He then tucked both wings behind himself as much as possible and out of reach.

“Excuse you, don’t you know it’s rude to touch people without consent first!”

Leo held his hands up, mocking surrender as he backed up. “Okay, okay. Yeesh, hit a nerve or something there?”

But Donnie didn’t reply, and instead they both had paused. Leo found himself glancing around the lab, noting the different tech, the subtle color palette differences, the slight wrongness in the air he could feel now that he focused on it. He looked back at this other Donatello—one who clearly didn’t know about the Sea Serpent goddess or the vase or any of it.

Leo blew out a long breath. “Okay. This is fine. Not a total disaster.”

“You crashed through your own portal into my world.” Donnie deadpanned, making Leo wince before chuckling as he waved off the comment.

“Okay. So, a slight disaster.”

Donnie crossed his arms. “What were you trying to do?”

“…Vacation.”

Donnie blinked owlishly.

“Vacation…” He repeated, in a tone that read, ‘that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all week.’

Leo gave him a sheepish grin, tail flicking behind him like a guilty cat.

“Well…” Donnie sighed, already rubbing his temples. “I guess since you're here… you could tell me what the hell happened to you. And I could help you try and get home. And do not touch anything.”

Leo raised his hands in surrender. “Scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t a scout.”

“I was a Todd Scout. It definitely still counts.”

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WFI Masterpost FTNTH Masterpost

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8 (coming soon)

You are free to make fan art of these two by the way! We accept all art of them!

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indieyuugure · 1 year ago

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Happy Pride month!

In the spirit of pride, any queer head canons or queer characters in your iteration?

I'm a big fan of your work and I love your art style! I especially love how you draw noses and hair, and how 2012 April is more human shaped lol

Indeed! And thanks!

I myself am not part of the LGBTQ+ community so I don’t have a lot of that type of stuff (I feel like I don’t want to insult those people with my ignorance like portraying annoying stereotypes, getting things blatantly wrong, failing to understand POV etc.)

Though I guess if aro-ace(is that correct? Pls correct me if I’m wrong) is “queer” than I do have one character:

My version of Donnie (he doesn’t identify with that label since it’s the 90s but still applies as a description of his beliefs) thinks romance is kinda…useless?

Like there are no other female mutant turtles in the world other than Karai but she’s Leo’s girlfriend (KARAI IS NOT RELATED TO THEM) so yeah. So with the reproductive purpose of romance out of the question, then the only other purpose would be for lifelong companionship which you can get from platonic friendship, so like…why bother?

Hopefully that’s what you meant! And Happy Pride month to those who do celebrate 🎉

Good question! :]

#tmnt #q&a #indie’s turtles #indie tmnt

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justforbooks · 5 months ago

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Roberta Flack

Singer with a reserved, intimate style on hits such as The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Killing Me Softly With His Song

Roberta Flack’s pensive version of Bridge Over Troubled Water, from her 1971 album Quiet Fire, so impressed another rising star that he sent her a fan letter. “Dear Roberta,” wrote Elton John, “I have never heard anything this beautiful in years ... ”

Flack, who has died aged 88, must have seemed both familiar and fascinatingly different to the young English songwriter. Like John, she was a classically trained pianist who had gravitated to pop. But she was North Carolina born, and had taught in high school before having her first hit at the age of 34. Her career was founded on her ability to sell a song using reticence and reserve, qualities that defined her from the early smash singles, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Killing Me Softly With His Song, to her final album, a collection of Beatles covers released in 2012.

Hit-making partnerships with the singers Donny Hathaway and Peabo Bryson stayed in the same nuanced lane, with few departures into drama or melisma. Even as R&B became more experimental in the 1970s and 80s, Flack burrowed deeper into a gentle musical conservatism. Bar the occasional flash of social consciousness, she was, in both artistry and manner, quiet when quiet was unfashionable.

Her reward was a string of chart hits, four Grammy awards and the loyalty of America’s adult-contemporary radio stations. Her success on AC radio also opened up the white-leaning, soft-pop format to other African-American artists.

Flack sang as if romance were a subject deserving deep, measured consideration – a style that complemented her voice. Clarity and perfect pitch were her distinguishing vocal features, developed in part by spending her adolescence listening to the soprano Leontyne Price. If her love of opera did not set her apart enough from other teens in Arlington, Virginia, where she grew up, she was also a piano prodigy, winning a music scholarship to Howard University in Washington DC when she was 15.

Though influenced by jazz, R&B and easy listening, Flack was not quite any of them – in the NME’s spot-on description, she created a middle ground between “genteel promiscuity and stronger codes of heartbreak – always with the lamps down low”.

Her early albums were partly informed by the turbulence of the civil rights era – the 1969 track Tryin’ Times was unabashed protest soul – but by primarily sticking to apolitical timelessness, she became one of the top female singers of the 70s, in any genre.

Some critics unfavourably compared her to more visceral contemporaries such as Aretha Franklin, which provoked the retort: “I am a black person who sings the way I do. I am not a black person who sounds anything like Aretha Franklin or like Chaka Khan. I shouldn’t have to change in order to be who I am.”

The comparisons were unfair, anyway: Franklin’s style had been forged in the Baptist church, whereas Flack had grown up as a restrained, hymn-singing Methodist. That was especially evident in sporadic nods to her southern church background, such as the bawdy 1970 single Reverend Lee; she could be muscular when required, but never to the point of full, bodily immersion.

The thoughtful approach served her well. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face was the US’s top-selling single of 1972 and won record of the year at the 1973 Grammy awards. At the 1974 Grammys, Killing Me Softly – a five-week US No 1 – took record of the year and female pop vocal performance.

She was born in Asheville, North Carolina, one of four children of Laron Flack, a tobacco picker, and Irene Council, a school cook. The family moved to Virginia when Roberta was five, by which point she was already playing the piano. Practising on an upright her father rescued from the local dump, by the age of 13 she was proficient enough to come second in a statewide contest for black students.

She was bright, finishing high school early and graduating from university at 19 with a degree in music education. For the next seven years she taught in the Washington school system, while developing a sideline as a pianist/singer in local bars. In 1968 she was spotted by the jazz pianist Les McCann, who was so taken by her voice – “I laughed, cried and screamed for more,” he said – that he introduced her to Atlantic Records.

Flack’s jazzish, folkish early albums made a muted impact. Arguably, she owed her eventual success to the fact that Clint Eastwood paid her $2,000 in 1971 to use The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face in the film he was then directing, Play Misty for Me. The song, from her 1969 debut First Take, had not previously been a single, but was released when it proved one of the film’s talking points.

It duly spent six weeks at No 1, establishing Flack as a major artist. Her grip on the mid-70s charts was strengthened by duets with Hathaway – in particular, The Closer I Get to You and the Grammy-winning Where Is the Love, which were among the best songs either artist ever made.

In the early 80s, when the hits had dried up, a series of duets with Bryson, notably Tonight I Celebrate My Love, brought her back to the charts. Her last big seller was a synth-soul double act with Maxi Priest, Set the Night to Music, which reached the US Top 10 in 1991.

In the years that followed, Flack took the fail-safe route of many veteran vocalists, making Christmas albums and collections of pop and jazz standards. The hip-swinging 1994 covers album Roberta received a Grammy nomination, but a likable and inventive Beatles collection, Let It Be Roberta, sank – despite the endorsement of Yoko Ono, who was Flack’s across-the-hall neighbour in the Dakota apartments in New York.

She hosted a syndicated weekly music and chat radio show between 1995 and 1998, but was more fulfilled by making music than talking about it. The Fugees’ highly successful 1996 cover of Killing Me Softly spurred Flack to release a remixed version of her 1972 hit, which duly topped the US dance chart.

After suffering a stroke in 2016, she returned to recording in 2018 with the song Running, heard in the film 3100: Run and Become, a documentary about a 3,100-mile run held annually around the streets of New York. But in 2022 it was announced that Flack had been diagnosed with ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, known in the UK as motor neurone disease, which had made it impossible for her to sing.

In 1966 Flack married the bassist Steven Novosel; this and a second marriage ended in divorce.

🔔 Roberta Cleopatra Flack, singer, born 10 February 1937; died 24 February 2025

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #Roberta Flack #in memoriam

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cupcakeslushie · 1 year ago

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Jsyk you show up at the top and latest of the kendratello tag and the juxtaposition between the art of kendra and donnie agro flirting at a party to the brainwashing au is wild. EW Donnie gets a stable, healthy relationship with Tim and then your other versions have the worlds most toxic soul mates thing going on

I collect ships like candy lol!

Cute Kendratello, enemies Kendratello, Timatello…and like the second anon was wondering, I do even like Jeremytello and Jacetello, maybe not as much to create a whole story myself, but I did very much enjoy reading @butterflyscribbles JeremyxDonnie! JasonxDonnie… I haven’t seen much of, tbh, but I’d probably like that too!

I just like ships (for being ace I really emphasize the romantic in my biromantic label)! I love to see all the ways the couples I enjoy can be depicted. When the type of ship you like depends on your mood, instead of just keeping to one lane (again nothing wrong with that!), there’s no end to what you can enjoy! I made a joke a while back about how my Kendratello AU wouldn’t stop me from doing like, a fluffy Kendratello cafe AU, and you know…with all the angst of the Kendratello AU I do think sometimes about ideas for fun fluff. So I might be in the Kendratello tag for some time—in a lot of different ways! Or I could go right back to Timatello. It’s all day by day 😂😂 and I go with the flow!

#rottmnt #ask slushie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #kendratello #timatello #rise donnie #slushie rambles

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penpenpencil · 1 year ago

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Tmnt Pride 2/4

[1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

These are just my personal headcanons. (+ Flipped version under cut)

Leo: Demiboy/Genderfluid - Ace umbrella (Lithromantic)

Mikey: Genderqueer - Ace umbrella (Lithromantic)

Donny: Nonbinary/Agender - Aro/Ace

Raph: Demiboy - Bisexual

#penpen draws stuff #tmnt crossover au #tmnt 03 #tmnt 2k3 #pride month #I have a huge doc full of my headcanons like this #there’s a lot of wiggle room for their labels in my head tho #also I headcanon Donny using Tech/Techself pronouns #just cus

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arctic-space-penguin · 18 days ago

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If rottmnt played Minecraft/had a server (+ocs)

Leo:

steals from Donnie the most

TNT is his best friend. learned redstone basics just to use it too

watched a bunch of building tutorials to be able to make a 3D version of his face as his house

definitely asked Hope to be his Minecraft girlfriend at some point

loves lucky block mods

pays Donnie with his own diamonds to build him sky bases

knows where all of Donnie's secret bases are

He and Hope have tunnels connecting their houses underground

hates goats but always collects an entire wall of goat horns (Draxum is very unimpressed)

Goes with Hope into more dangerous structures and immediately gets killed

loves portals add-ons

Donnie:

always messing with redstone

probably has at least five mods installed with extra redstone features

never goes a world without bookshelves in his house. in addition, loves the new chiseled bookshelves

in a server with his brothers or others, he gives everyone pressure plate openable doors as gifts

has the most ores/resources of anyone

most secret bases of anyone

also watched the tutorials, but not for the same reason

coded a mod (and skins) for his family and friends to play, making sure to include a Shelldon (includes speech) crafting recipe. ...And anything else people ask for

taught Ace how to play and has an agreement that any resources Donnie collects are mutually Ace's and vice versa

loves spruce wood. Plus the villages have purple beds

despite his reliance on redstone, he likes to do some things himself without its help

Raph:

hoards the most animals, building barn after barn for every one.

watched a video on how to make a zoo

installs 'cute pet' mods and ones adding more animals for him to add to his barns and zoo

the server owner

tries to stop Leo from stealing, but it never works

does his best mining, but always dies to mobs and has to get Donnie to help

explores with Hope sometimes to get the loot benefits of the explorations

Mikey:

the second chef in town

food/cooking mods galore

probably owes more then one person something

spells add-ons on at all times for the fire ones

houses on/near beaches are his thing

likes to farm and has the second biggest one behind Donnie's

likes fishing (has a tabby named Klunk as his only pet)

Hope:

she explores A LOT

never lives in one place for long and has many houses across any world (lotta lodestone compasses and notes on her phone telling her where they are)

luckiest player on the main server

if you want enchanted golden apples or totems of undying or netherite, you go to her

always the first to get to the nether and end

pays Ace emeralds for food even though he doesn't want them

accepts Leo's proposal to be together in Minecraft every time he asks even though she's also told him a million times he doesn't need to

bundles, shulker boxes, and ender chests are her best friends

Ace:

everything that can be cooked, he has to cook before eating ("STOP EATING IT WHEN IT'S RAW, DONNIE") and has chests full of every food ever

once he gets the hang of the controls and everything, he's probably the second most lucky player, the best natural builder, and the second richest player

likes trying Mikey's cooking mods with him and hosting cook-offs

tames the most wolves, particularly savanna biome variants because they look the most like him

helps people rebuild/build houses if they need it

has interior decorated at least two of Donnie's secret bases

loves making tree houses

his bed is always orange

Olive:

rarely ever plays, but when she does it's always with Raph, Hope, Dove or not at all

loves horses and cats

Raph's 'cute pets' mods are the only mods she ever plays

likes to make a bunch of flat words for pixel art

she loves furniture add-ons too

Neli:

only ever plays in/with mods; lucky block, craftable houses, ultimate survival world, one block, you name it. One Block is her favorite though

Mikey joins her, but rarely

she likes playing in online servers too and therefore never lacks a friend to play her mods with when Mikey doesn't

Dove:

cheats

can attempt magic that some mods have as spells, but won't because she knows they won't work and knows similar things

avid creative user

plays once a month at most

#rottmnt #saverottmnt #rottmnt ocs #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #i might do this again with other ocs if people like this

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einsteinsugly · 3 months ago

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A comprehensive list of 60s/70s/80s artists, and what the T7S gang would like.

*****

ABBA: Jackie

AC/DC: Kelso, Hyde, and Eric

Aerosmith: Eric, Donna, Hyde, and Kelso.

Al Green: Fez, occasionally Donna and Eric

Alice Cooper: Kelso, angry!Eric

Allman Brothers Band: Hyde, Eric, sometimes Kelso

Ambrosia: Fez

America: Eric calls Hyde "Tin Man."

Air Supply: Eric, Fez

Bananarama: Jackie

Bee Gees: Jackie, but Eric likes the pre-disco stuff.

Billy Joel: Eric, Jackie, and Fez

Black Sabbath: Kelso, Hyde

Blue Oyster Cult: Mainly Hyde. Kelso likes the cowbell.

Blondie: Jackie. Donna likes "Rapture."

Bob Marley: Hyde, Fez

Boston: Eric, Donna, and Kelso

Bon Jovi: The most Eric and Donna, "Mom and Dad" band in the history of time. Hyde enjoys it sometimes, though.

Bread: A band Eric secretly loved as a preteen.

Bruce Springsteen: Mostly Hyde, sometimes the rest of the gang.

Cameo: Fez

Captain and Tennille: Jackie

Carole King: Donna's guilty pleasure.

Carly Simon: Jackie. Donna's guilty pleasure.

Cheap Trick: Kelso. Eric and Donna like them when they're younger, but they grow out of it.

Chicago: Eric, occasionally Donna (only some of the 70s stuff). Donna hates the 80s stuff with every fiber of her being, but Eric loves it.

Commodores: Fez, but Eric loves the song "Easy."

Christopher Cross: Fez, Eric

Crosby, Stills, and Nash: Mostly Eric, occasionally Donna and Fez.

Cyndi Lauper: Jackie

David Bowie: Kelso and Fez, primarily. Often, Jackie and Hyde.

Def Leppard: Kelso, Fez (there's a song about "sugar")

Dire Straits: Hyde, Donna, and Eric

Donna Summer: Jackie, sometimes Fez

Donny Osmond: Jackie had a phase her adult self doesn't like to talk about.

Earth, Wind, and Fire: Fez. Eric and Donna's version of tolerable disco music.

Elton John: Jackie, Hyde, and Fez

Eric Clapton: Hyde, Eric, Donna

Fleetwood Mac: Donna, Jackie

Foghat: Kelso. Drunk!Donna rocks out to "Slow Ride."

Foreigner: Eric

Genesis: Eric, Eric, Eric. And fine, sometimes Fez.

Guns N Roses: Kelso, occasionally Hyde

Heart: Donna, Jackie

Hall and Oates: If Eric was a pop band.

Huey Lewis and the News: The most Eric-y band in the history of time.

James Taylor: Eric, Jackie, sometimes Donna

Janet Jackson: Jackie

Janis Joplin: Donna

Jethro Tull: Mainly Hyde, sometimes Kelso

Jimi Hendrix: Hyde

Joan Baez: Donna

Joni Mitchell: Donna

Journey: Eric, Jackie, and Fez.

Kansas: Donna, Eric

KC and the Sunshine Band: Fez

KISS: Mainly Kelso, but Eric had a KISS phase his adult self doesn't like to talk about.

Kool and the Gang: Fez

Led Zeppelin: Hyde, Donna, and Kelso are the biggest fans. Eric and Fez claim to be bigger fans than they actually are (they want to be cool, okay?). Jackie grows to like them, eventually.

Lionel Richie: Fez

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Hyde, Kelso, and Eric

Madonna: Jackie, Fez

Mamas and the Papas: Donna, Eric, and Fez

Marvin Gaye: Fez. Often Hyde, Donna, and Eric.

Metallica: Hyde, Kelso

Miami Sound Machine: Fez, Jackie

Michael Jackson: Fez, Fez, Fez.

Milli Vanilli: Fez

Molly Hatchet: Kelso

Motley Crue: Kelso

Pat Benatar: Donna, Jackie

Paula Abdul: Jackie

Peter Frampton: Jackie, sometimes Eric and Fez

Pink Floyd: Kelso, Eric, Hyde

Prince: Fez

Queen: Fez, Jackie, sometimes Donna

REM: Eric, Kelso

REO Speedwagon: Eric *grumbles*, Fez

Rod Stewart: Fez

Run DMC: Hyde, Fez. Eric and Donna really start liking them after "Walk This Way."

Rush: Eric, Kelso

Sex Pistols: Hyde

Simon and Garfunkel: Eric, sometimes Donna and Fez

Steely Dan: Hyde, Eric, sometimes Donna

Steve Miller Band: A band the gang passively likes, but aren't hardcore into.

Stevie Wonder: Fez, occasionally Donna and Eric.

Styx: Eric, but Kelso loves Mr. Roboto.

Supertramp: Eric and Fez. The gang makes fun of them for it, even more Eric's love of Styx.

Talking Heads: Kelso, sometimes Eric and Donna

Tears for Fears: Eric, occasionally Fez

The B 52s: Kelso, Fez

The Beach Boys: Mainly Fez.

The Beatles: Eric, Donna, Hyde, and often Kelso. Occasionally, Jackie and Fez.

The Carpenters: Jackie

The Cars: Kelso, Eric

The Clash: Kelso

The Doobie Brothers: Eric

The Doors: Hyde, Kelso

The Eagles: Eric, Donna, and Hyde

The Go Go's: Jackie

The Grateful Dead: Hyde, Kelso

The Monkees: Kelso, Fez

The Police: Kelso, Eric, and Fez

The Ramones: Hyde

The Rolling Stones: Hyde, Donna, Eric, Kelso, and sometimes Fez.

The Scorpions: Kelso

The Who: Hyde, Kelso, Donna, and Eric.

Todd Rundgren: Eric, Donna, Hyde, Kelso, and sometimes Fez. Jackie has the 45 of "Hello, It's Me," and that's about it.

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Eric, Kelso, Donna, and Hyde.

Toto: Fez, Eric

Tracy Chapman: Donna

Twisted Sister: Kelso. Everyone else hates them.

U2: Eric, Fez

Van Halen: Kelso, sometimes Eric

Village People: FEZ

Wham: Fez, Jackie

Wings: ERICCCCCC

Yes: Eric, Fez

ZZ Top: Kelso, Eric

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Notes:

I am omitting 90s grunge bands that started in the 80s, for now.

@thestupidhelmet, you're more music literate in regards to hard rock stuff. And remembering references in the show that have henceforth escaped me. :)

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric forman #jackie burkhart #donna pinciotti #steven hyde #michael kelso #fez #i am omitting ted nugent bc he's gross #my grumble is bc i hate reo speedwagon they suck #i am for sure forgetting bands so yeah #the kiss promotional thing didn't really take into account who would actually like them bc at a bare minimum jackie wouldn't #i keep adding things

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