#Bebop TMNT

[kay-spider]

If they don't get to be gay and in love I WILL riot

[matchstique]

Quick idw bebop doodle

[cartoonbudartz]

Meet the mutants of Manhattan!

[hauntedshells]

first off mondo riding ray like a surf board is killing me that’s so him

second off LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE

third off LEATHERHEAD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

fourth off why are they in a net 😭

and scumbug looks like two people here idk this confuses me but scumbug’s just like that ig

[vicbutnotactually]

Day 27: Bebop and Rocksteady

They slay in every way

[mr-turtle-007]

On behalf of the villains of TMNT 2012 and this novice artist I LOVE U ♥️✨

[fowlaroundtown]

May I request a doodle of these two homoromamtic meat heads?

OF FREAKING COURSE YOU CAN

I hope you don’t mind!!! Took some creative liberties with the designs UwU

Bonus:

[theblorboscalledtheturtles]

Names Warhog Tusq (?) Hog Town Pig 2000 (really guessing on this one) Bebop (???) Boar

-increase tusk hardness -increase aggression

Dexterous hands human hand hybrid, should attain ability to manipulate human weaponry Adapt hooves to primate hand structure

you can see his iconic glasses on the post-it

Rocksteady, Leatherhead, Ray Fillet

[punkrockpig345]

Hey, Nerds.

What's up dudes, my name's Bebop. My pronouns are He/Him, I'm lead singer and guitar in my band, and I'm a pig yokai. I live with my boyfriend Rocky and old man Leo. You can ask me questions if you want, dudes. Just nothin too explicit, alright?

Not Under post limit :D

[the-blackholeus]

Oh and 2016 bebop and rocksteady pls

Bebop was curled up on a blanket far too small for his new size, his massive chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

Rocksteady couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend, his blue eyes studying the form of the gigantic warthog mutant covered in thin yet sturdy brown fur, the glowing mane of purple standing out. His large hand slowly traced along those strong arms that could crush a skull so easily, yet were able to handle delicate things, his fingers brushing over the numerous scars they had obtained over the many years on New York’s streets.

A soft sigh slipped from his lips as he leaned against him, burying his sensitive snout into the warm skin of his lover, taking a deep sniff as he took in his wonderful, clean scent of orange shampoo, Bebop’s favorite. It was comforting, knowing that he was there, knowing that he hadn’t lost him yet, despite the odds.

It was a miracle that they, especially the formerly dark-skinned one, were alive. It had been hard, for the both of them. Thrown out by their parents for their homosexuality, they were exposed to the many dangers of the street, racists, murderers, sexual offenders, those rich bastards that were thinking that they could allow themselves anything just because they have money. They were assaulted, beaten, shot, leaving behind deep, aching wounds not only on their physical, but also mental state.

But despite all of that, they never snapped. They never snapped because they had each other. Bebop was Rocksteady’s anchor, and Rocksteady was Bebs.

They had tended each other’s injuries, with the former red-haired human wrapping his arms around a crying man delusional with high fever and extreme pain. They had stayed at each other's side as they fought for their lives in an abandoned building which's entrance they had found in an alleyway. Even when they were caught and imprisoned, they were imprisoned together, despite the fact that Bebop, being smaller than his large friend, would have been able to escape with ease.

But he hadn’t.

He had stayed. He had risked his life and given up his freedom to be by his beloved side. And he would do it all over again.

Tears swelled up in Rocksteady’s blue eyes at the memory, and some managed to escape and slide down his cheeks, dripping from his chin and into the warthog’s fur. There was a sad smile on his lips as he nudged his snout into that soft belly, trying to make himself comfortable in that rocky flight to Brazil that was filled with turbulences.

It was a miracle that his boyfriend was able to sleep through them, given the fact that it had always been him with the more sensitive stomach.

But he guessed he was tired. Very, very tired.

He couldn’t blame him. He was too.

Ever since Shredder had taken them both underneath his wings made of razor-sharp blades, they were pushed to their limits, the training reaching the point of being so exhausting that they both would simply collapse and sleep in the training hall once they were done. The schedule that they had been forced to go on was hard and unforgiving, not manageable for a simple mortal being.

It was hard. Yet in the end, it was worth it.

While the Japanese was harsh on them, and did not hesitate to call them out on their bullshit, he also provided them with all they needed. They were brought three meals per day fitting for their size, they had their own rooms with beds right next to each other, and the money that he was offering was insane. Devoting themselves to that man had really been the best choice of their lives, even when it had taken them a while to figure it out.

The rhino was unsure whether Shredder knew that they were in a relationship that goes beyond friendship. He never told them that he was aware for the love for each other, but the comments he would sometimes make when it would only be them indicated that he knew more than he let on. Not that it would be surprising, that person had ears of a lux and the eyes of a hawk. He heard and saw everything.

At first, they were afraid to tell him, given the fact that they had lost their family and homes because of their homosexuality before. But after they caught Shredder with a man that was not part of the Foot Clan but still always around shamelessly sharing their physical love in the storage, they realized that the leader of the Footclan was most likely the last person on earth to care.

They planned to tell him afterwards, but it just never came up.

Maybe they would do it after they returned from Brazil…

“Rocky?”, a tired voice suddenly rasped from above him, causing the mutant to lift his head in surprise. His sky-blue eyes met Bebop’s dark ones, still a little glazed over from his deep, dreamless slumber and he watched as he lifted his claws and rub his face to get rid of the tiredness. “Is somethin’ wrong?”

Huffing quietly, the grey mutant smiled and pushed back every negative thought into the back of his troubled mind, not wanting to worry his boyfriend with his mindset. He knew that they could talk about everything, with Bebop being the last one to judge. But he looked so wonderful and happy. He didn’t want to ruin this.

“Nah…”, he shook his head, robbing up so he could press a kiss against that wet, cold snout. “I just got lost in thought. Not anyone to talk to when you’re sleeping. Those foot soldiers are like taxidermized dog. Ain’t doing shit to entertain us.”

A rough laugh tore from furred beings throat and he reached out, wrapping his thick arms around his shoulder and pressing him against his wonderfully round stomach. “I know. They’re like statues. Not sure if they are really just boring or simply sleepin’ standing up. I’m sure they can do that.”

“Yeah…that’s a possibility too.”, he muttered as he cuddled up against him once more, stealing another kiss, but this time from his mouth. “Those fitness plans are fuckin’ nuts.”

They giggled together, the smaller adjusting his position so he would fully face his romantic and sexual partner. “Yeah, sure is. I’m gonna lose my tummy if we keep going like this.”

“Nooo, not my fur pillow…”, the grey mutant complained and began to stroke the large, round body part that he had begun to sleep on during the night. It was criminally comfortable, and he really didn’t wanna give it up. “You gotta eat more cake!”

“You know damn well that I’m gonna do that.”, the purple-haired man grinned brightly. “They’re WAY too good to just leave them behind. Once we’re gettin’ back to New York, we’re gonna make a good “Boy’s Night”! Maybe Shredder will even join us with that boyfriend of his! You know, that huge man that is always around.”

“I remember, yeah.”

“So, this stands?”, the warthog asked, his ears twitching with excitement. His boyfriend nodded frantically.

“It sure does!”

[theydrewfirst]

So like, new hyperfixation, Bayverse Bebop and Rocksteady 👀

CAN YOU BLAME ME-

[grandpasnailgroovy]

mutant mayhem spoiler (?)

DID YOU GUYS NOTICE THAT BEBOP HAD TURTLESHELL SHOULDER PADS??

[bigbeautifulcartoonpeople]

Please I just wanna give them that happy ending they deserve 😭

[cartoonbudartz]

We wish you a turtle Christmas!

[hauntedshells]

codependency issues 😭

[mmbob]

Mood