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the "I ♥️ NY” shirt is a paid actor

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My bayverse Leonardo sketches Bec yeh

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Please make art. You don't have to bare your soul or make a masterpiece, you can be silly and you can be derivative if you want. You don't even have to show it to anyone. Just please make something, it's so good for you

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A little monkey told me it was @rufwooff's bday the other day and since they've surprised me with such lovely Replica Donnie art in the past I figured I'd return the favor with a warmup sketch! So here's a shot of Donnie tinkering with his ninpo. Happy Birthday Ruf I hope it is to your liking!

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he went through about 5 outfits trying to figure out what to wear to see you and he still ended up texting (bombarding) donnie for advice

Someone help him!!!!!!!

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wip.. redesigning future donnie after seeing that his official design has goddamn OVERALLS im in love

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Rise!Leo hurt/comfort

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Something pulls you from your slumber. 

You inhale sharply, looking around for a hint of what woke you, but there's only darkness. You take another breath, this one slower, as you shift beneath the blankets to prop yourself up on one elbow. There'd been… a light? A flash of something? You're not sure. You continue scanning the darkness with bleary eyes, but it's just black. There's nothing. Nothing but you and the darkness in your-

You hear a sound. A small, choked whimper that makes your stomach drop when you hear it. It's unfamiliar to you, yet somehow you know it's him. 

“Leo?” Your voice is quiet, scratchy from sleep. “Leo, is that you?”

There's a sniff, followed by what sounds  like a hum of confirmation - but it's off. The anxiety that's started to bloom in your chest expands, and you push yourself into a sitting position and reach your hand out towards the sound. It hovers in the air for a long moment before his hand grips yours. 

He's shaking. 

“Leo, what's wrong? Are you okay?”

There's another whimper, and his hand squeezes yours so tightly it's almost painful. You tug him towards you, wanting him closer. There's resistance for only a moment before you feel him give in, before he releases your hand and you feel the bed dip. He crawls over and settles the length of his body between your legs, snaking his arms around your waist and pressing his head into your stomach. It's more than just his hand, you realize - his whole body is trembling, his breaths coming much too quickly. Your left hand rests on his shell, the other brushing soothing pets over his head.

Your thoughts are still a little jumbled, a little clumsy. You're not sure what's going on, honestly, since your brain is barely even registering that you're awake, but you need to push through. Leo needs help. You aren't sure what kind of help, exactly, but… You think back to what he'd asked you, that first night, and decide that's as good a place to start as any. 

“What do you need?”

Leo's fingers tighten in the fabric of your shirt, and his face rubs back and forth against your stomach. You're not sure if he's… shaking his head in response or just seeking the feeling of the action. When he speaks, the words are strangled, muffled in the fabric of your shirt, but you manage to piece them into place somehow. 

“Tell me I'm okay?”

Something in your chest caves in at the uncertainty in his voice. You're not sure exactly what he's uncertain about - actually being okay or whether you'll do that for him. (Of course you will. Of course you will.)

You move your hands to his head, lightly scratching along his scalp. He feels… colder than usual. “You're okay, Leo,” you whisper. “You're okay.”

He holds you a bit tighter, sniffling into your stomach. You continue to pet him, murmuring assurances while your mind runs in tired circles. 

(How long did he wait before coming to you? How many times has he been like this and decided against seeking you out?)

Slowly, painfully slowly, he starts to relax. His breathing gradually evens out, and his vice grip on your shirt loosens. You trail your fingers along his scales long after he's fallen asleep, feeling sleep tug impatiently at you, as well. 

Just a little longer. You'll stay awake just a little longer. 

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Tag list: @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @yorshie @luckycharms1701 @justalotoffanfiction @mxalmighty @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees @silverwatergalaxy

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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts

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The Mickster!😎🧡🎸

◉Please do not repost, thank you◉

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A little[lot] of future Leo sketches, because I'm kinda still figuring out how I want to draw some details of his features...

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kissy kissy f!leo

is this the third time I’ve drawn him covered his kisses YES , am I gonna stop??

hmm… nah it’s fun!!!

Stay tuned

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More of Bay-donniexF!Donnie design

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yeeyee 🤠🐢

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turtles with hair <3333

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they got the goods

nice now we are ready for the apocalypse

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don't you guys just love it when raph ? <3