Is V.D. Veva Dash 👀
Is that how it's even spelled xd
Was it warnings from past attacks?
:OO HIT THE TARGET!!
Y'all it's Lore Time
There he isss
IS HE GONNA SPEAK??
Wait I might remember that I'm not sure
The tea o.o
LE GASP!!
Anyway these are just a few of my thoughts backlogged, he's fighting right now
WILLIAM!!
POLLY AND FIZZY!!
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After months of prep and hyping up i think I’m ready to introduce this little trouble maker
Please welcome Pluto ! My own version and design of a Donnie Krang baby
(Warning there will be some movie spoilers)
After infiltrating the Krang ship, Donnie and Mikey are tasked to take over the controls and to do that, Donnie fuses with the ship. However when Krang prime notices the turtles, he rips Donnie out of the ship, violently severing the link.
In my AU, because the link was cut by force, a part of Donnie was left behind with the ship, a copy of them. When the ship explodes, drebris is spread across NY, Krang technology and flesh everywhere ! However from the debris, a new creature starts to grow, half turtle, half Krang, birthing a new species, PLUTO !!! >:D
This little creature is one of my all time favorite designs i’ve made in the Rottmnt fandom, I’m very proud of it and hope to finally be able to draw more of this rascal !
I also want to thank @cupcakeslushie for giving me the extra push with Mayday, Pluto doesn’t need to just hang in my files anymore XD, Thank you !!
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Angel Dust: "Okay lesbian, hold on to ya kinks- here we've got ya very own self-improvement board!"
Vaggie: "Joy."
Angel Dust: "Aw c'mon ya titless bird, try again."
Vaggie: "Gay."
Angel Dust: "Better!"
Angel Dust: (smacks board with riding crop) "What's the top say?"
Vaggie: "...Did You Know... blank space... Is Bad."
Angel Dust: "Huh. Would've figured Charlie Chip did the topping."
Vaggie: (GLARES)
Angel Dust: "Movin' on though!" (rips off pieces of paper to reveal a word) "What's this part say?"
Vaggie: "........ lying."
Angel Dust: "Meanin'..?"
Vaggie: (sighs) "Lying is bad."
Angel Dust: "Pretty familiar with that one, yeah?"
Vaggie: "................... Yes."
Angel Dust: "M'kay, now here's the real kicker."
Angel Dust: (rips off paper below it, revealing another word)
Angel Dust: "What about THIS, toots!"
The Word: (says "girlfriend")
Vaggie: "..."
-5 seconds of regret later-
Angel Dust: "I DIDN'T MEAN IT I DIDN'T MEANT IT-!"
Vaggie: "Think first next time, asshole!"
Angel Dust: "YA SUPPOSED TO READ THEM TOGETHER!!! IT'S SUPPOSED T' BE 'lying girlfriend is bad' NOT 'ya girlfriend is bad'"!!!!!!
Vaggie: "You put those two words together and made me read them."
Vaggie: "You chose your death."
Angel Dust: (SHRIEKING) (RUNNING)
Niffty: (chasing after them with the "girlfriend bad" board) "OH GRUESOME DEATH I CHOOSE YOU TOO!!!"
Vaggie: "Not now Niffty."
Niffty: "FUCK!"
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Canines
Thing is, Etho had never been a dog person.
Dogs tended to be too loud, too clingy, too excitable—the tinier the worse. He didn't dislike them per se, except he kind of did.
He liked cats better. They were smarter, they knew themselves better, they had a level of spatial awareness even he couldn't comprehend. They were vigilant, but not obnoxious about it.
Where a dog would uselessly bark and go wild, a cat would sit and stare at the offender until it pissed itself. A dog would try hard, too hard, until its energy became useless in its overabundance. A cat would chase down a possible threat for fun, and it'd succeed.
Etho could appreciate cats and their values. The same could not be said for dogs.
Until Joel, that is.
He wasn’t trying to imply that Joel was a dog. Not necessarily. But the descriptors fitted and, for the first time, Etho found it all infuriatingly endearing.
Maybe he was a bit more like a wolf, with sharper canines and predator instincts. Either that or a poodle. He just couldn’t seem to stay quiet. Or calm. Or content. At all.
“You suck,” Joel yelled at Bdubs.
Maybe closer to a poodle, Etho thought.
Joel turned to him. “Let’s go kill him,” he said.
Wolf. Maybe.
“We’re yellow, we can’t.”
“You’re no fun,” Joel whined.
Poodle. Definitely poodle.
He watched Joel huff and turn to leave and idly wondered if this was what dog owners felt, the thing that drove them to dogs in the first place.
He had never understood them, except he was starting to believe maybe he could, and that was both an interesting and concerning realization.
“Well, don't stay behind,” Joel said impatiently. He had stopped walking the second he realized Etho hadn't fallen into step behind him, almost like having him out of sight was an unfathomable problem rather than a minor inconvenience.
And look, he still wasn't trying to say Joel was a dog, but…
“Come on,” he said, tapping his foot. “Someone will touch you and I won't be around to bite them. Hurry up.”
It was probably a joke, but his voice sounded just annoyed enough that Etho thought he should maybe believe him.
Etho just stared at Joel for a few seconds longer. He could perfectly picture Joel's bloodied teeth closed around someone's throat, and the sadistic grin that'd follow. So perhaps, and just perhaps, there was merit to the earlier wolf theory.
Joel walked back to Etho, scowling. “Come on,” he repeated, then proceeded to grab his wrist and pull him along.
He was a poodle that believed itself to be a wolf, Etho decided.
He let himself be pulled forward, and it was only when he saw Tango scurry away upon seeing them that it clicked.
No, he realized with dawning horror. Joel was a wolf with poodle tendencies.
And Etho—proud cat person, proud of himself in general up to that very point in life—found that endearing.
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