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Taking psychic damage every time I try to figure out how to draw the brothers

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Art block: day 2

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My bayverse Leonardo sketches Bec yeh

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2003 Donnie✨🐢💜

This my part of an art collab from instagram

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Sooo...

I had a vision

and I couldn't NOT DRAW IT.

Suggestive & Alt Style below the cut

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the foodie brothers are complete!

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Little 87 Leo doodle

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So few write with heart, you ahow them how it's done.

I wanted to do an angst piece, just because….so here you go! Another STS Challenge piece...I chose “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m not in love with you.”

The Letter

My Dearest Raphael,

The highlands are beautiful this time of year. You’d really like them. I know you would, because they match the color of your eyes, bright green. I can’t tell you how much I miss you, Raphael! It’s been over a year and I’ve yet to hear from you. Did you make it home? Back to New York? Are you even getting my letters? I’m worried something happened to you! When you came here you were missing a piece of yourself. You know, that part of you that died before you met me. I think it was your brother? Even though you never really came out and said it.

Well, I certainly hope you’ve found some peace and that you reconnected with your family. I know before you left, you hesitated. I could see it in your eyes that you wanted to stay, but you couldn’t. You told me it wasn’t because of me, but somehow I don’t believe you. Not because of what you may have felt, but because of why you felt it. When you came here…I don’t know…seeking absolution? I don’t think you banked on meeting a woman like me. 

I can still see the look on your face. I’m smiling even now. You were so surprised. I just walked right up to you, not a care in the world and introduced myself. You were rendered speechless. Do you remember, my beautiful Red? Do you remember lying on your back with me in the meadow, stargazing? We’d talk for hours about where you're from and how you were a hero to your city. How you and your….oh my…I didn’t even know him, but I can feel him in my heart. You told me so much about your brother that I feel like I know him. The way I know you. 

My home is much quieter now without you in it. I stare at the corner table often and I can see you sitting there knitting away. I was so astonished that you knew how to do that! I wrap myself up every night with the blanket you made me. Green and red. Your colors. Colors that are now forever painted on my soul. 

I had absolutely no idea that you would leave such a profound imprint on me. That first night we talked, the first night I fed you and gave you a safe place to sleep? Raph…I….felt it…then. You stirred up something deep within my heart. Something I never thought would be possible again.  I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’m not in love with you. You’re always there. Everywhere I look. All the time. I hear your voice at night as I’m lying down and I feel your breath on my neck as I step out my front door. 

If this letter does find you, please come back. I need you. More than you will ever know. 

Yours always,

Layla AKA Your Little Blue

@raphsmuneca @happymoonangel @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @m1dnyt3-w0lf @miss-andromeda

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Those who plan are nothing but dreamers. See the dream, work the plan.

fearless leader, do you ever dream?

Twitter || Ko-fi || Instagram

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Amazing work.

After an eternity & me redrawing his adorable face & teefers….I present, Miche-ANGEL-O✨

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Literally some of the best stuff on Tumblr. LOL

Incorrect TMNT 1987 Quotes

April: I didn’t raise quitters!

Leo, Raph, Donnie & Mikey: You didn’t raise us at all!

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Mona Lisa: You know, Lotus gives Leonardo flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.

Raph: Uh, Okay?

[the next day]

Raph: *gives Leo flowers*

Leo: ???

Raph: I don't know, I'm confused too.

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April, about Casey: What’s wrong with him?

Raph: Everyone has different theories.

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Mikey: So, you saw me eat that slice of pizza I found in the dumpster?

Kala: Yes.

Mikey: Any thoughts on that?

Kala: No.

Mikey: Oh man, I like you.

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Lotus: If I saw you out with another girl, I’d be pretty upset.

Leo: Thank you. Not just for being upset, but for believing that could happen.

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April, reading the newspaper: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Casey, covered with ink: Well, maybe that squid was being a law breaker.

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Donnie: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Raph: What's that?

Donnie: Remorse code.

Raph: I'm proud but also very angry now.

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Brune, after seeing April’s latest story: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

April: No, go ahead. I want to hear it.

Brune: It sucks.

April: That's not constructive criticism.

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2003 is hotness.

Some 2003 Mikey sketches done while watching the show!

- Compy

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Aw, kisses for the boo.

Double post! I drew this a bit ago

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Bae things.

more of leo being pretty in oots ♡

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TMNT & Art

Everyone knows the Mikester is the resident artist.

Spray paint, acrylics and oils, any form of colorful substance is his medium of choice.

There isn't a surface in the lair or the sewer system that is safe from his splashes of color. You have even become his canvas on a few occasions.

Your skin and nipples pebbled under the cool liquid paint on his brushes. Tingles and shivers ran over your body when he blew air through straws to direct the splotches of color across your shoulders and breasts.

Sadly, his art on you never lasts very long. Heck, most of the pieces never reach completion before your lips find his and he forgets the task at hand to chase your taste.

There is more to this big guy than meets the eye.

He expresses his soft side knitting in various styles and patterns. He keeps everyone warm during the cold New York winters by providing blankets, scarves, and mittens.

However, when he's agitated, his yarns aren't always his go-to artistic outlet. He'll carve out his aggressions into blocks of wood or lumps of stone. He can shape the rigid wood to an elegant dancing ballerina or he can turn solid stone into pieces that look like flowing water.

You often wake, nude under his knitted blankets, to find him whittling away at a new art piece. You can spend hours watching his large hands mold and shape the harden materials to his will.

Snuggled beneath the soft interwoven yarns of his blankets, watching those huge hands work their magic, you find yourself growing hot and longing for him to run his calloused palms over your surfaces.

This genius has a passion for more than numbers, chemicals, and electronics.

He finds the world of highlights and contrasts intriguing. From the slides of fungus on under his microscope to the silhouette of the New York skyline, he finds the shapes, colors, and patterns visually stunning and he is masterful at capturing them with his cameras.

He has an eye for seeing beauty in everything and when he saw you it was no different.

Others walk past you all day and never take notice the angle of degree of the slope of your cute nose, the balanced ratio between your eyes and your mouth, of how your face is so close to pi that you are the perfect ideal.

He often requests your attendance for artistic and sensual boudoir photo sessions that he keeps in his private collection.

You feel his expert eyes roaming over your exposed skin from behind the camera lens, it is thrilling and sexy. You hear the husk in his voice as he asks you to lift you bottom a little higher and arch your back just a millimeter more.

His photo shoots always end the same way, with him sauntering out from behind the camera to finish undressing you and spending the rest of the evening studying your angles up-close and personal.

Fearless found his artistic side almost by accident, or rather due to an accident.

It was an unfortunate mishap as a child that had him sitting on the sidelines in the dojo with a broken leg wrapped up in a makeshift cast, having to watch as his brothers got to do their daily routines with their father.

Not wanting to fall behind, he started focusing on the forms and lines created by their bodies as they moved through their poses. It wasn't long before he started bringing his pencils and a notebook into the practices to capture the forms and lines for review and reference.

His pencils etched masterful body studies into the pages of his book. He skill with perspective and shadows grew and eventually, he started to rival his namesake in drawing.

He kept his art quiet and private from you for a long time. However, one morning, waking up in your bed, you were surprised to find the terrapin sketching you by the breaking morning light.

He confessed, you are his muse. His bedroom walls are adorned with graphite recreations of the shape of your eyes, of images of your hair flowing over your shoulder, even intimate studies of your cute feet and tiny toes.

His most treasured pieces are the ones he has you sit for, nude, lounging in his bed as he breathes life into his pages.

His intense stare has a whole new meaning when it comes from behind a sketch book. He is all business trying to capture your beauty as accurately as possible. You know that he will not stop until he's completed the drawing, but you know once he done hours of passion await.

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Me: mikey, where are you going with that spoon?

Mikey: raph and i are trying to see how many objects we can fit in casey's mouth while he's sleeping

Raph: so far we've fit four glow sticks, two unused combs, and one of April's lady things

Me: you should try to fit something bigger than that spoon

Mikey: should i do a bigger spoon?

Donnie: do the big end of a ladle

Splinter: i'm really starting to question where i went wrong.