#rise april art challenge

[neon-mega-turtle]

(Little late with Day 2)

Day 2! Eclipse!!

[zee-rambles]

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Rise April Art Challenge Day 16: Mask

Still trying to catch up on all the wonderful submissions for Rise April. I REALLY want to comment on all of them and all the awesome asks I’ve been getting. I’m just SO BUSY! So if I miss you, PLEASE let me know!

[sariphantom]

Day 16 of @zee-rambles ‘s Rise April Art Challenge: Mask

Since Leo and Randy Cunningham shared the same voice actor, this was too good of an opportunity to miss.

[snowyllama-art]

Day 2: Competition

[orangepawn39]

Day 5: Casey Jr

I was just thinking about this one and then i remember cass so look at them.

The characters are from @somerandomdudelmao (and thank you for do an amazing story...)

Thats all :)

@sariphantom

[queko]

@zee-rambles april art challenge day 2! as soon as i saw the prompt my mind went straight to the unicorn episode lol, so here’s some screenshot redraws of it

[ivoryrisuet]

that’s like..a lot of fanart

Ok, so I’ve actually been doing the Rise April Challenge for a whole week now, but I decided to make 4 big posts instead of 30.....

Day 1. April O’neil. No comments, just our Queen

Day 2. Competition

Been thinking too much about size difference between sliders and softshells. I’m obsessed with the idea that Leo’s gonna become  the short king of the family ‘cos Mikey is learning to levitate only to mock his tiny bro. 

Day 3. Casey& Casey Jr.

I headcanon Casey as Cassandra’s biological child, and my silly brain can’t help but come up with jokes about gay confusion. Girl, relax, you can top both

Day 4. Dream

Couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Splinter’s mother knew about “hot soup” which means she also knew about Nexus and Big Mama. Obviously, ghosts can’t do much in material world, but sometimes just being there is enough to turn a nightmare into a dream. You are not alone.

Day 5. Bottle

I was really tired and couldn’t come up with a proper joke. But Hueso is still a man of my dreams

Day 6. Professor

Not only boys are stupid but all the Hamatos. Everyone else is just lucky not to sleep in a turtle pile, ‘cos when somebody’s nightmares wake Mikey up he becomes relentless. Maybe it’s a good thing tho, you can run from PTSD forever

Day 7. Nonsense

Silly Leo, they’re not gay. it’s called being partners in crime/if you were a woman i would marry you/best rommies for life

[metal-lobster]

Rise April art challenge

Day 1: April O’Neil

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Day 4 of the Rise April Art Challenge: Dream

Poor Raph. He’ll never get Mayhem’s affection…a good boi can dream though…

Rise April Art challenge

[lokidotir]

Day two of the drawing challenege: competition!

I thought it would be funny to add April in a Redraw of the boys fighting during the Lair Games. I couldn't find a reference for that particular position for her, but I think I did pretty good! I love my markers so much, but I don't have enough colors in the shades I want, so this was the best I could do.

[neon-mega-turtle]

(Back on track!)

Day 3! Witchtown!!

Imma be real… could not think of a funny concept with the actual witchtown episode. My brain went “magic” and it just went. And I’m unashamed of my love for the disaster twins

[zee-rambles]

Day 19: Baby

Oops, I missed day 18…heh…But this idea grabbed my brain and would not LET GO!

Next

[sariphantom]

Day 12 of @zee-rambles ‘s Rise April Art Challenge: Family

Family is more than blood.

[snowyllama-art]

Day 3: Casey & Casey Jr.

How I think their first interaction went

[gladiatorofthevoid]

Rise April Challenge: Day 4 Dream

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Ao3 Link: Here

(Kinda streched the prompt a little, but I like it. There is some bad grammer but it’s on purpose.)

Raph knew it was coming, even before the jittering and zoning out started. There was only so many life-and-death situations his brain could take before it decided to take a vacation and leave him behind. But it was only when he woke up to find himself not in his bed, but standing upright in the middle of the lair, that he realized how bad this was going to be. So, knowing he had very little time, Raph began to prepare.  

The whole lair was raided for blankets, pillows, and cushions to add to Raph’s ever growing pillow fort in his room. (It’s not a nest, not a nest, not a nest. Even if he stole sheets from his brothers’ rooms so it would smell familiar. It’s not a nest.) The kitchen is emptied of snacks and water bottles. He moves every single one of his teddy bears into the fluffy pile and he sets up a speaker to play the sound of running water. He moves the more important or breakable items on to higher shelves, or out of the room all together. He’s already. Now comes the embarrassing part.  

He decides that Donnie is the best one to tell. He won’t stress about it too much and will be able to talk the others down if they start panicking. Still, Raph sifts nervosity as he stands outside Don’s lab. He shakes his hands out and breathes as deep as he can. He can do this. He can do this. The snapper knocks on the door.

“Come in!” Donnie calls and Raph crouches through the door and into the dim lab. He crinkles his nose at the smell of metal and oil, and he squints at the weird light. The purple light always made it look both too bright and too dark. Don loved it, but it always confused Raph even on a good day. Which today defiantly wasn’t.

Donnie was hunched over one of the worktables with one of his battle shells, his arms half buried inside an open panel. He didn’t look up as the Raph got closer.

“Uh... Hey Donnie? Can... um... we talk really fast?” The genies looked up from what he was doing, goggle lenses glinting.  

“Of course, large compatriot. What’s up?”

“Uh...” Oh man this was not fun. “So, I’m not really going to be around for a bit.” One of Don’s robot arms pushed up his glasses so he could give Raph a worried look. “Not literally. I’m not going anywhere. And it's nothing bad! Raph promises. But I think I’m just going to go a little... weird? Soon.”

“You’re going savage.” Raph winces at the word. It is accurate, but it still makes him uncomfortable. It always makes him think that he could hurt someone.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Do you need anything?” Raph waves his hand.

“Nope, I got everything set up.” He’s quite proud of himself for that. “But could you or someone just check in to make sure I didn’t do something...”

“Of course.” Donnie says

“Great. The key is hung up next to the door.” Raph moves to the door, but his brother’s voice stops him.   “You’re locking yourself in?” It’s so much softer than what he’s come to expect from his standoffish sibling. Raph’s shoulders raise straight up, and he freezes.

“Uh.... yeah. I’ve been sleep walking and I don’t want to wander off.” It feels like a confection.  

“Are you sure?”

No. He isn’t. The idea of not being able to get to his brothers is awful, and being trapped alone is way worse. But he can’t just go walking into the sewars. (A small part of him worries about more than just him getting lost. He worries about blood splashing across his face. He worries about bones in his mouth. He worries about dead brothers.)

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s fine, Don.” Raph leaves the lab and hurries to his room.

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Raph is warm and soft. He is safe and good. He cuffs at the thought and tries to sink deeper into the warm-soft-nice. This is good. He should sleep.

He smells something... important. Something that is also good. Raph snuffles around till he finds where it’s coming from. A thick blanket. He covers his face with it so he can smell it better.  

It smells twirling-acrylic-orange. Mikey. Mikey is good, very good.

Where is Mikey?

Raph lifted his head and pushed back the blanket to look around for his littlest brother. (Not so little anymore, but never as big as Raph. No, never. He never needs to be as big as Raph.) Mikey wasn’t there. None of his brothers were. That was bad. Bad bad bad. Raph needs to get them, to share this soft-warm-safe feeling with them and so they could all sleep.  

He gets to his feet and wanders to the door. He tries to shove it open; it doesn’t give. He grunts and pushes again. Not good, not, not, not, not, not. He wines thinks about breaking it down. He needs his brothers. But it seems like so much work and his brothers are safe. He knows that he just... wants them to be safe here. Is that too much to ask?

He returns to his nest and flops down onto his stomach. It’s not as good anymore.

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Raph wakes up to something squirming against his side, and hushed words that are hard to understand. He cracks his eyes open and finds a familiar shell lying across the edge of the blanket.

The shell looks like flowing-glimmering-blue. Leo. He looks to his right and finds Mikey leaning on him and drawing in his sketch book, while talking with Leo. Two brothers, it makes him well up with yes-yes-yes-good feelings but where is- 

A voice cuts through his thoughts. It’s shifting-sparking-purple. He turns to Donnie who is sitting on his left with his tablet in his lap looking at Raph questioning. Did he ask Raph something? The snapper lets out a little grumble to ask what Don needs. Words are too hard right now.

Donnie reaches over and offers the eldest a water bottle. Oh, yeah Raph needs that. He rolls to his side disturbing Mike who yelps at the unexpected movement, he takes the water and drinks it. It tastes so good! Should water have a taste?  

He hands the bottle back to Donnie and looks over everyone. Safe. They are safe and good, and they’re here which is so much more good.  

Raph’s mind is worried about them being here. It says that they are not safe if they’re here. That them being here is bad. But that doesn’t make since Raph is here. And Raph can protect them. Even better than that, even if Raph can’t keep them safe, they can keep each other safe. Leo is strong and Donnie is smart and Mikey is kind. They’re so good that they could keep him safe if he needs it.  

(He won’t though, because he’s big and they’re little. No matter how big they are or how strong, they will always be his little ones. His. His. His little ones! He loves them, loves them, loves them-!)

Raph’s mind slips into the haze of pride-love for his brothers, drowning the worry. He lets Mike lean against his chest so he can draw and throws an arm over Leo’s back so he can feel him. He wants to tough Don too, but he knows that tough can be bad for his little brother, so he holds back. Raph can hear him tapping on his tablet anyways.  

He closes his eyes and just lets the overwhelming feelings wash over him but doesn’t go back to sleep. He doesn’t need to. He has his family all around him, safe and good. He doesn’t need to fight or run or even understand what is being said, he can just be. It’s the greatest dream Raph could ever have, and he doesn’t want to miss a second.

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Please check out @zee-rambles who came up with this challenge.  Also take a look at @rise-april-art-challenge​ for more submissions. Please give feedback if I need to work on something.

[orangepawn39]

Day 2: Fashion

Its donnie time... with fashion :D

I am doing the monthly one but i am not sure that i gonna do all the drawings... hope you enjoy :D