#tmnt fast forward

[neon-mega-turtle]

The Glaring Difference…

(The answer as to why Nashi has such a different personality to Leo compared to the others… and what happened to his eye…)

(CW: Depictions of blood, body part removal below cut. It’s not explicit, but it is graphic)

[lizardbraining]

Doodles of the silly goofy guys in the silly goofy future

Sorry I made them look so slutty :(

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

2k3// not gonna lie, Fast Forward gave itself way more physical space than it could ever possibly hope to utilize, but we really should fuck around with just how VAST the world has become and how far away from Earth you can get. easiest examples are you can send anyone on a space quest, you can follow Zixx on adventures, you can send Stockman on research missions (that's what I'm doing yippee!!)

But you can also like, send Cody Jones to space finally. He can finally leave, go wherever he wants. It's hard to imagine he wouldn't want to get off the planet eventually, you know?

And of course there's the potential Space Usagi crossover which, if you're gonna stick with Space Usagi canon, requires at least a galaxy or two of its own, if i remember correctly, and and and, agh!

So much space!! We gotta explore it!!

[mightyfoz]

woohoo finally finished these bad boys, this was honestly so fun to draw i love drawing the dark turtles so much, they're my absolute blorbos hope you like em!!

[ilovebeingaturtle]

Back at it again

[wormspoodle]

[in a brooklyn accent] it's genda' toime

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I just have to make sure

I'm not the only one who didn't think about how this was the turtles' old lair, right?

Or am I just thick?

[theblorboscalledtheturtles]

😲😲😲

[mubbyjo]

exclusively silly little guys post. i keep having this vision of the brothers in 2105 and they go to this early 21st century tech museum and they've got the last surviving playstation 4 console with PT loaded onto it and i think they would give themselves heart attacks trying to play it

[violetvulpini]

Cody Jones, pokemon trainer extraordinaire

[Please consider reblogging!]

[glitter-alienz]

Hun told him to try it

i luv fast foward btw i was rewatching it so the brainrot is strong

[neon-mega-turtle]

Does Waru like teddy bears like Raph

He does appreciate a good teddy bear, but he himself doesn’t use them.

Waru scavenges through trash piles and dumps to look for discarded stuffed animals for Yasei! Yasei is huge on soft objects, helps calm him down.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Doodle for the prompt “Oops” by an anon!

This is actually based on the UK TMNT magazine which had mini episodes inside! Mikey and Raph get fused together together by accident and I couldn’t help but use it as a warm up! Got some panels below for anyone who is questioning everything:

Look at ‘em go, my boys

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Cinderella | Leonardo

okay, i am aware this isn't my greatest work but i actually kind of like it, or i enjoyed writing it at least because i'm a sucker for fairytales being applied to non-fairytale stories/settings... also i spent about the same amount of time writing this as i did attempting to find a gif of leo in that damn suit and then i ended up having to make my own because i couldn't find one of just leo...

2003!Fast Foward

warnings: none? cleavage mention, one innuendo, fem!reader... genuinely nothing other than non-proof read writing

summary: when leo meets cinderella

word count: 1437

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Leonardo likes people watching – which is not stalking no matter what Raphael says. He likes imagining their lives and catching snippets of arguments and jests and idle conversation, and he especially likes watching people in his colour, even if some of the gowns and suits he sees are abominations fit for incineration rather than an evening out.

Although, he concedes, there are a lot of pretty outfits tonight, including a dashing cornflower blue, pinstriped three piece suit – complete with a fedora and all – that Leo quietly longs to have in his closet. His brothers would probably laugh and Donny would accuse him of wanting to look like a noir detective (and so what if he did?), but Leo was used to tuning out their teasing.

He settles against a wall and continues to watch. There’s a lot of blue in the crowd; shades of navy and midnight, indigo and periwinkle threatening to bleed into purple and catching and sparkling in the light.

For every fashion win, however, there are another two fashion failures, and Leo can't hide his wince as a woman saunters past with undeserved, and therefore impressive, confidence clad in a ghastly shade of turquoise and adorned with fur trimmings.

He loves blue more than anyone else, he really does, but even that shade has skipped over the boundaries of ostentatious into obnoxious, and Leo has to blink to try and erase the monstrosity from his mind.

Pulling his eyes away from another blasphemous shade of cyan passing through the doorway, he scans the sea of people casually and smiles amusedly as he quickly spots Raph. He’s got his arm around Donny who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, clumsily hunched and torn between politeness and awkwardness as his brother flirts brazenly.

He can’t find Mikey and he lets his eyes roam the room once more to make sure he hasn’t missed him, although missing Mikey is pretty impossible, not least because he's in a bright orange tuxedo. It should worry him more, although he’s not sure whether to be worried for Mikey or for whomever Mikey is with, but all thoughts of his little brother are expelled from his mind when he catches a breathtaking shade of blue across the floor.

The dress is long and shimmering, fabric pooling on the floor, and Leo follows the material upwards, transfixed as it cascades and ripples over skin like water. It’s so blue.

His breath hitches as he traces bare neck and lands on the most beautiful face he’s even seen. You’re looking right at him. He feels faint, hyperaware of his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears, the racing flap of a hummingbird’s wings matching the flutter of butterflies within his stomach.

Love at first sight is such a ridiculous, illogical notion. It's fanciful and childish. It’s unrealistic and goes against everything Leo has been taught and everything he expects from himself. But your dress matches his suit, matches his mask, he's a mutant turtle, and he’s already striding towards you and you’re meeting him halfway, and before he can even stop and think about what he’s doing he’s asking you for a dance.

His breath hitches again as your palm glides against his and he rests his other along the curve of your hip, feeling the heat of your body through your dress.

Years of training have made his feet steady and his frame strong, but Leo still feels a little out of place as he does his best to lead you around the floor. You smile at him, soft and amused, easily reading the tension in his shoulders with the palms of your hands. “You need to relax,” you murmur teasingly. “Breathing would be a good start.

His shoulders gradually slump under the gentle caress of your hands as you dance in companionable quiet, and your answering beam causes his breath to catch in his throat. This doesn’t feel real, it feels like a dream and a fairytale all at once – perhaps also combined with a nightmare because his brothers are watching and even Mikey has reappeared to gawk – as Leo twirls you gracefully.

He might feel out of place, but the two of you are perfectly in sync. You’re calm and flowing in his arms, your gown whirling and billowing behind you like a silent wave rolling against the shore with every step and spin, and you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

In all honesty, Leo has no idea what to say now that you’re in his arms. He should probably speak before it gets awkward, before you leave and he never gets to see you again, but his heart feels like its trapped in his throat and even the thought of speaking makes him nauseous as those butterflies continue to assault the lining of his stomach.

He thanks every deity he can name that you break the silence first. “Do I get to know the name of my dance partner?”

Your smile is wide and bright as you wait for his reply, and it takes Leo a moment to register your question. When he does, his answer is a stammering mess that makes it impossible for you to hide the gooey endearment on your face, eyes all-but moulding into little hearts as you slowly bridge the sliver of space between your bodies.

You can feel solid muscle flexing beneath your palms as his breath stutters, and you can’t hide the satisfied grin blooming across your lips, cheeks aching when his hand flattens against your spine and he extinguishes the final inch between you like smothering a flame – except the instance your chest is flush against his, that flame is burning brighter, roaring and scorching, and your eyes flutter as his lips brush yours in a whisper of a touch.

“And your name?” Leo asks, breath fanning your face and unable to tear his gaze away from you. “Don’t tell me it’s Cinderella.”

You laugh, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, and Leo’s heart clenches in adoration. “That would be silly,” you tell him playfully, glancing down at your dress and pretending not to notice the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, pausing for a moment too long, as they follow yours. “I would never be so on the nose.”

“Of course, my mistake. I am terribly sorry for my misjudgement.”

“Although,” you admit, accepting his tongue-in-cheek apology with a mischievous dip of your chin and letting your lips roll to conceal a smile as you glance at him coyly from under your lashes, “I do actually have to leave before midnight.”

Leo blinks. “Don’t tell me this dress will turn to rags and your carriage is a pumpkin.”

You shrug nonchalantly and it’s Leo’s turn to laugh. “A girl has to have her secrets.”

“Are you hiding glass slippers beneath that skirt?”

“Oh, I bet you’d love to know what’s under my skirt, Leonardo.”

His face is hot, and Leo has never been more glad to be a turtle, green skin disguising a heated blush. “You’re a terrible tease.”

The music has stopped, and Leo reluctantly lets you step back, already missing the warmth of you as he takes in his surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, as if the two of you have been underwater, alone in the world, this entire time and have only just broken through to the surface.

It’s no longer just his brothers gawking; you’ve attracted quite the crowd with your dancing, and he realises he’s not sure how long the pair of you have been spinning away – it could have been a minute, or it could have been twenty.

As he glances at his brothers and does his best to ignore the whispering swarm, he’s not sure his face could get any hotter. Mikey is grinning widely, cheering and hooting and receiving plenty of dirty looks, not at all phased by the chastising glare Leo shoots him, while Donny and Raph look equal parts awed and confused, impressed and disgruntled.

Leo rolls his eyes and turns to face you again only to be met with the lingering scent of your perfume and empty space. Panic shoots through him like lightning and he’s about to rush for the nearest exit when he almost stomps on something.

His laugh is barking and loud and his brothers look even more confused as he picks up a heel. It’s not a glass slipper, but it is blue and there’s a slip of paper with a phone number and your name that Leo slips into his pocket.

[mightyfoz]

re-draw time babeyyy, and more dark turtle content. of course it's of my favorite red-bean Dark Raph. I've always thought of him being very happy to hold some sort of animal like a chicken and actually want to take care of it, showing how he's a super caring and sweet guy <3 i also tried to keep the color pallet but also make it a little more saturated than the original

comparison under the line :] [old 2020 - new 2024]

[ilovebeinaturtle]

🧡🧡Fast Forward Mikey Appreciation Post🧡🧡

PHOTO FLASH WARNING

Today is the 17th Anniversary of Fast Forward so I decided to share some FF Mikey gifs I made! I wanted to make more but I couldn't find better quality versions of the episodes I wanted to make gifs of! Anyway enjoy!