#tmnt leonardo

[artaylli101]

Dynamic pose practice with Neon Leon

[holycrimin]

that one Laios meme but with the 12 bros, saw the rise one and got inspired <33

(don't tag as t-cest)

original under the cut!

Original by @/sweepswoop_ on Twitter

[forgetful-nerd]

2012 Leo in the 2003 Universe: Why won’t these three won’t let me do anything?! I’m eighteen! Eighteen! An adult! I’ve been solely in charge of my own brothers for a whole year now. I don’t need them taking care of me!

2003 Leo in the 2012 Universe: Why are these literal children dating? Why is no one watching over these three kids? WHAT DO MEAN THEY’RE FATHERLESS—

[olekaskota]

Team Swag

[neonleon-thechampion]

Woah! You made me look good @kittpunk144!!

I love him so much so silly

Good!Future Leo my beloved…

(Don’t trace or use my art without credit.)

[dylniz]

Some human tmnt sketches

[himeno54]

[trailsona]

My Big 3 💙

Bonus:

[amao9000]

Some TMNT fanart I drew during two months.

I watched five episodes of tottmnt today!And I love it!!!Aaaaaaaaa!!!!!I love tottmnt!!!!I guess I shouldn't say too much because someone might haven't seen it yet.

[tmntzines]

⚔️UPDATE!

Good evening ninjas! We have some ground to cover, so first;

Take a look at our gorgeous enamel pin repping 87, 03, 12 and Rise Leo! It turned out amazing and we couldn't be happier with how they turned out!

As for the second part, so our books recently finished production and were about to be shipped, but we caught a unfortunate mistake via the manu's look through video! Luckily we caught them just in time, and after paying a small fee they are remaking all the books for us!

Which sadly means that everyone will have to wait a bit longer to get their packages! We do apologize for this delay, but we wanted the book to be viewed as intended for our dearest customers and our hard working contributors! We will update as soon as we get shipping notice! 🙏

When the time gets a bit closer, we will post a CHANGE OF ADDRESS FORM to our socials and email it out for people to update their addresses if needed! Thank you for your patience! 💙

[vanilkaray]

The blue

[forgetful-nerd]

How 2012 TMNT Fanfic writers must feel when trying to fix the shows plot holes:

Filling’ them in for a (hopefully) smoother story line.

[gy0zaaa]

[chadobi]

Hey guys! Work’s been absolutely crazy lately, but I finally found a moment to write something for you!

Even Geniuses Break

Pairing: Bayverse Donatello x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Hurt-Soothing / Romance

You’ve learned that Donatello doesn’t always show it when something’s wrong.

He’s good at hiding. Behind screens, behind sarcasm, behind tech babble and a forced half-smile that fools even his brothers sometimes.

But not you.

Not tonight.

You knew something was off the second he stepped through your fire escape window, dropping his duffel bag heavier than usual, shoulders slumped, and didn’t even crack a joke about how small your kitchen still is. You knew it when he didn’t greet you with a warm kiss to the cheek or a goofy, affectionate quip like, “My favorite human. Still the prettiest carbon-based life form I know.”

He didn’t say anything.

Just: “Hey.”

Low. Flat. Tired.

Now he’s on your couch, sitting hunched over with his elbows on his knees, his tech goggles tossed to the side like they betrayed him somehow. He’s been staring at the floor for ten minutes.

You bring him a mug of hot tea — hibiscus, his favorite — and kneel in front of him, gently placing it in his hands. He blinks, almost like he forgot you were here.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

You rest your hands on his knees and look up at him, searching his eyes.

“Donnie… talk to me. What happened?”

He exhales hard through his nose, jaw tight. For a moment, you think he won’t answer. Then—

“I messed up.”

You frown. “At the lair?”

“No. On patrol. Earlier.” He shifts, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly agitated. “There was a… miscalculation. I thought I had the building schematics figured out. I didn’t. The trip wires were a different model, older. I—Raph got hit.”

Your heart sinks. “Is he okay?”

Donnie nods quickly. “Yeah. Bruised up. Nothing major. But if Mikey hadn’t reacted fast enough, it could’ve been worse.”

He looks down at the tea in his hands like it’s going to judge him.

“I’m supposed to be the smart one,” he says bitterly. “The planner. The guy who calculates every variable. That’s my whole thing. And I nearly got Raph taken out because I got sloppy.”

You slide up onto the couch beside him, pressing your side gently against his.

“You’re not a machine, Don.”

“I should’ve seen it coming.”

“You’re not perfect either.”

“I have to be,” he snaps, then flinches like the words bit him on the way out.

You stay quiet, giving him space. You’ve learned that Donatello is hardest on himself when he feels like he’s failed someone — especially his brothers. Especially you.

He sighs, shoulders slumping further. “I don’t get to mess up like that. If Leo makes a mistake, he can fight his way out. If Raph slips, he bulldozes through it. Mikey can improvise. But me? I get one thing wrong, and someone bleeds.”

Your hand finds his — the three-fingered one he always worries you’ll find too strange — and you squeeze it tightly.

“You are so much more than your mistakes, Donnie. One slip doesn’t erase all the times you saved them. All the things you’ve built. All the nights you stayed up until sunrise making sure their gear was working, their wounds were clean, their comms were flawless.”

He’s quiet. Not because he disagrees. But because he doesn’t know how to let himself believe it.

You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper, “You can carry the team, but you don’t have to carry all the weight alone.”

His breath stutters a little. Then you feel it — the slow, subtle shake of his frame. The tears he doesn’t want you to see.

You pull away just enough to cup his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs beneath his eyes as he finally lets it go.

“I try so hard,” he chokes. “And it still doesn’t feel like enough.”

Your voice is steady, full of quiet love. “It’s more than enough. You are.”

He closes his eyes, and for the first time all day, he lets himself fall — straight into your arms.

You guide him down gently, until you’re both curled up on the couch, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, his arm draped across your waist. You run your fingers slowly down the back of his shell — rhythmic, grounding.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper into the top of his head. “I always do.”

He doesn’t speak for a long while.

But eventually, in a small, raw voice, you hear him murmur against your collarbone:

“…I love you.”

And you smile, because you’ve always known.

“I love you too, Donnie. Even on the bad days.”

[notbao]

a bunch of tmnt art (last 2 images are of my own take on tmnt :> butch casey btw )