My final attack this year for Art Fight against @ macaronniemakes on Instagram! Those tarot cards are the design I made for the D&D campaign I’m running, so it was nice to be able to use them for something!
My second attack this year, on DrunkenMoonBeams on AF.
Enyo was so fun to draw and I’m in love with the outfit I designed. The coins in the background are also hand-drawn lineless versions of the canon D&D gold coins because I can never just do a simple background apparently.
My attack on @bettabythesea’s Mew Mew characters! I even went and drew the Indianapolis skyline for the background. I’m super proud of just how bright and Shojo this came out.
He practiced with his brothers’ weapons when he missed them.
He practiced with his brothers’ weapons as often as his own.
The twirl of the bō, defensive and covering, allowing reach that could so easily be modified to fit any scenario.
The steady slice of a katana, sharp and deadly. It held power in every kata, every stance.
The twirl of nunchucks, their unpredictability, so hard to control but forceful in their impact. The fabric softening the handles no longer remembered its color.
The puncturing stab of a sai. He preferred its defensive ability, to snag and break a blade, protecting from damage, but he also knew that the blunted ends could do some good damage.
He kept up with all four, though his own trusty weapon stayed at his side. He stayed awake often, remembering the day their father gave it to him. He’d been so excited, practicing for days on end, no matter how many times he hurt himself.
But now he was here. Alone.
He knew his brothers were alive. They had to be. The old lair was cleaned out, so they must’ve just moved when they thought he’d died.
Donnie (and by proximity his brothers) watch tons of Mystic Mermaid Princess, a new magical girl anime! Donnie made his own cosplay of the main character and constantly is on the lookout for any merch he can get his hands on. April has so received many packages for him at her apartment that her parents think she’s really into it and bought her a poster.
April sighed, reaching over to smack Casey in the back of the head, “Of course not! Have you ever even met a kappa?”
Casey shook his head, “No! My pops hates yokai so I don’t exactly get a lot of chance to meet them.”
Raph snorted, “Great. A human with the IQ of April’s bat. Nice one to bring into our secret home, guys!”
Donnie rolled his eyes, “Don’t be rude. Casey saw April in trouble and jumped in to fight off a couple Foot ninjas and even managed to hold his own against them. His technique is brutal and inefficient, but I think he’d make a good addition to the team.”
Raph and Leo looked the boy over. He was messy, with a nose that had clearly been broken at least once before and greasy hair that was outgrowing its black dye. He had a hockey stick in hand and a pair of skates tied to his backpack. He wore a leather jacket covered in stains and patches that matched the rest of his battered and patchy clothes.
“What?” Casey frowned at the scrutiny, “You think I can’t keep up with you? Casey Jones can take anyone!”
Raph grinned, “I like that idea.” He wheeled himself over, “Fight me, Jones. We’ll see how you do and that can decide it.”
Casey immediately wilted, clearly taken aback by the guy in a wheelchair challenging him to a fight.
“I… uh…” He winced, “Are you…?”
Raph just smirked and turned away, wheeling away towards the dojo.
April sighed, clapping Casey on the arm, “Well, you’re doomed.” She tutted and walked off, “I’ll tell your sister you died like a hero.”
Casey was pleasantly surprised to see the turtles had made something akin to a dojo in one of the rooms of their lair. It was well lit and had one of those big Japanese mat things across the floor. There were some seats on the side, some weights and workout equipment pushed away, plus a couple of pretty bad-off punching bags with stitched together puncture marks.
All in all? A pretty badass space for fighting.
Leo and Donnie both offered him luck, which was concerning, and April threw a water bottle at his head, which he caught with just a little fumbling.
“Why am I fighting the disabled brother?” He asked, slipping off his jacket, “Like, I ain’t, uh, abled-phobic or anything, but man’s in an actual wheelchair.”
Donnie scoffed, “Jones, Raphael is the most skilled fighter of all of us. His legs are more lethal than any sword.” He smirked and pulled out his phone, “Short answer: get recked human boy.”
“Donnie, don’t antagonize my opponent.” Raph’s voice came through and Casey turned to look, stunned to see him standing, wearing a pair of leg braces that were stark white and covered in stickers.
“Oh shit.”
He was tall. Like, damn tall. Suddenly the little lip on his beak looked terrifying, especially in front of such an intimidating grin.
“That’s my job.” Raph smirked, tossing his sai aside.
The first fight was short. The second was longer, with Casey less stunned by the fact that Raph was not just capable- but skilled. They tussled for a while before Raph pinned him again in a headlock with Casey’s legs trapped under his.
The third was even better.
Raph went for Casey’s legs first, going for a swift knockout, but Casey jumped at the right moment and managed to get his knee right in Raph’s chin. They danced around each other for a while, trading blows while the trio on the side cheered, before Casey went for another hard hit.
Raph dropped, the punch whiffing over his head as he fell dead-drop into a split and swept his legs, slamming his fin hard into Casey’s knees and pulling him down. They wrestled on the floor for a couple moments, but Raph still won out in the end.
They got to their feet, both panting (though Casey far more than Raph).
“Alright, he can stay.” Raph finally decided, and the other three erupted into cheers.
“Hell yeah!”
“Casey! You did it!”
“Whoo hoo and all that.”
He ignored Donnie.
Raph clapped Casey on the shoulder, grinning, “Good fight, Jones. You got style.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teased back, slugging Raph’s arm, “Pretty tough.”
“Never underestimate your opponent and all that.” Raph wrapped an arm over Casey’s shoulders, grinning wide.
Casey looked up at him, at his dark brown eyes. Dark scales poked out from underneath his red mask, the same kind of scales that ran over his exposed shoulders, tough but smooth.
His gaze trailed down just slightly, to watch Raphael’s lips as they called to April, thanking her for finding him a new sparring partner.
Raph looked down at him, a wild kind of happiness in his face, and Casey had to quickly laugh it off.
Stargazer Splinter is very tired, a sudden adoptive dad of four miscreants boys, he does his best to keep them safe from the dangers he knows are lurking.
Once a well-achieved scientist, it’s actually Splinter’s life’s work flowing through his and his boys’ veins, his mutagen that was intended to be a prototype for a cure to the krang infection that still plagued humanity and yokai-kind.
Now he’s been dubbed a terrorist, assumed dead, and mutated into a rat-man that is struggling to raise children he kidnapped rescued from the testing facility he worked at: Earth Protection Force.
Raphael: A leatherback sea turtle. He studies more defensive arts than his brothers, learning to use his differently baked body to his advantage. His flipper-feet make it hard for him to walk normally, so Donnie designed him some specialized leg braces. The material is also stick-resistant, so he can cover it in new stickers constantly!
Leonardo: A painted turtle, Leo’s coloration makes him feel anxious when sneaking around and so his brothers gifted him a specialized ninja cloak to wear. The definition of a mom friend, he always has snacks with him, though he often forgets which pouch has his snacks and which one holds his shuriken/kunai and may or may not have thrown a Snickers bar or two at some villains in his time.
Donatello: A diamondback terrapin, Donnie assumes the role of “eldest” in their family and leads the team. He does his best to help his brothers with anything he can, but suffers from severe anxiety and struggles not to let anxiety attacks prevent him from fighting alongside them.
Michelangelo: A map turtle, Mikey is the troublemaker. He loves to annoy his brothers and even their father, sneaking out to the surface to goof off and cause problems. He’s unfortunately gullible, falling for most pranks and tricks pulled on him, and struggles with noticing when he’s being lied to…
28 years after the invasion of the Krang in 2044, Hamato Yoshi stole four tiny test subjects, little mutated turtles that he hid away to keep safe from all the terrible threats looming over New York City.
However, he can’t keep them safe forever, and eventually the boys venture to the surface. Who will they meet? What friends will they make? What enemies will they fight?
Sound and Silence This year I joined up with the @genyattabigbang and wrote a fun little AU story! With art from @arcanefinch (Twitter), @mdpotts (Twitter), and @nerbull (Twitter), three amazing artists who deserve tons of love for their work! Rating: M for depictions of crime scenes Tags: AU- No Overwatch, Radio AU, Cop AU, Cop Drama Warnings: Desciptions of murder scenes and all that entails Side Characters: Hana Song, Jesse McCree, Gabriel Reyes, minor OCs Summary: “In radio you have two tools; sound and silence.“ -Ira Glass When local radio station host Zenyatta is approached by Detective Genji Shimada, he was not expecting to learn that a serial killer had been taking his words of self-love and twisting them to justify their horrid killings. Can Zenyatta help Genji to prevent any more deaths?
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