Can’t sleep. So have a revamp pic. As you can see, the before and after. The first one was done in Pchat before I ever had an experience with a tablet. That’s right, it was drawn with a broken down old ball mouse!
Donnie with Neon body paint (his bros colored him.)
As for a request here, have a little something. It’s not part of anything, just something off the top of my head.
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Pairing: OT4
By: Werecakes (GarnetShell)
Tcest warning
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The paint was cool, the brush’s bristles tickled as it pulled along his leathery skin. The pulse of the music penetrated deep into his bones. He smiled back at the turtle that was using him as his own personal canvas. The concentration was admirable. It was also endearing with how his tongue stuck out so far he could almost lick his own freckled cheek.
He wiggled his tail playfully making the artist gripe.
“Don’t move, Dee! You’re going to mess up my lines before they can dry.”
Donatello save a fox like smile. He didn’t bother to apologize. He simply wanted to mess with his brother and had achieved it. It was boring being still with his hips up in the air so that Mikey could finish all the swirls and lines of their rave paints.
It was their surprise for Leo and Raph a fun dance with loud techno music, black lights, and special paints. They even had April get them some glow in the dark fabric that would make their masks light up in brilliant purple and orange.
“Okay, Done.” Mikey tipped the bottle of paint into his hand giving it a thin coat before slapping one olive butt cheek.
“Hey!!” Donnie protested, glaring over his shoulder.
“Just marking what’s mine.” Mikey grinned.
Red eyes rolled, “Fine, put a red hand print on the other cheek and a blue one on my crotch while you’re at it.”
“Okay!”
“Mikey, no!”
Two hand prints later Donatello was glaring at his visage in the mirror. The black lights making the hand prints glow strongly. Michelangelo really did a good job of marking him. He shifted himself, turning here and there to look at the different colors. He rocked his hips side to side in a little dance move and smiled. It looked kind of funny with the hand prints when he did that.
So distracted was he that he didn’t notice the glow of two blue hands that slipped out of the shadows. They pressed against his body, one around his neck, the other on the curve of his hip. He squeaked when he was pulled back against a strong body that he knew well.
“Beautiful.” The words slipped against his ear making him shiver.
“I’ll say.” Another voice was added to the other. In the mirror Donatello could see red painted hands press over Leonardo’s naked face, marking his with a tribal red. Donnie bit his lip and wiggled his tail between Leo’s legs as he watched Raphael run his hands down the sides of Leo’s face and to his neck.
“Cheeky.” Leo smirked.
“You mean these cheeks?” Mikey chimed in before there was a sound of a slap and Raph growling.
“Mikey!!!” Raphael whirled around, his reflection showing an orange hand print on his butt.
The paint on Michelangelo’s face made him look like a grinning cat which suited him perfectly. He laughed and scampered away with an angry brother right on his paw painted feet.
Donatello chuckled. He slipped out of Leonardo’s grasp, going over to where the glowing jars of paints were set. He could feel the leader’s gaze watching his every move. He picked up the purple bottle and dipped his finger into it while coming over to Leonardo. He started to place glowing dots over toned muscles in an intricate pattern.
“You’re good at this.” Leo praised.
Donnie coated the palm of his hand before roughly groping the growing bulge of his brother’s shell. The action earned him a jerk and a predatorial growl.
“I’m good at a lot of things.” Donnie licked his lips.
“Yes, you are.” Leo leaned in to kiss the other turtle only to have the other pull away, warm hand gone as well, leaving him frustrated. “Donnie.”
An innocent look behind that glowing mask. “What? I’ve got to paint Raph while Mikey has his fun with you. Then we dance.” He let out a churr giving a promise of what was to follow after that.
“Tease.”
Mikey’s squeal shot past the two. His breathless laughter heaved from behind Leo as he held onto an arm for protection. Raph came soon after only to stop suddenly, Donatello in the way. Olive lips collided with his, he gave a sound of disapproval in not being able to get a hold of Mikey but quickly adapted when a tongue slipped into his mouth. His thick arms wrapped around Donatello, lifting him up while kissing back. Donnie wrapped his legs around Raph’s waist, pouring some more of the paint on his hand in order to slip it over shell and neck. Raphael turned around as if to take Donnie into another room for some “alone” time when the other broke the kiss and pouted in a way he knew none of his brother’s could say no to.
“No, Raphie. Dance first.”
“Fine.” Raphael kissed at Donnie’s painted neck.
Donnie grinned over Raph’s shoulder over at Leo who was now getting a work over with orange paint. Leo’s hands were already stroking Mikey’s tail blue.
With how excited they all were, dancing would be a short event and that was perfectly fine with him.
