#sistine

[catbowserauthor]

Something I’ve been playing with and I’d like to do a few one shots of it—an older Mike with his kiddo Sistine. Maybe others later but definitely her. I have 2 versions in mind: one for 87 verse and one for 03. Definitely an all fluff type of story. I know turtle kids aren’t everyone’s cup of tea but the idea has always fascinated me.

But herein lies my inquiry: which uncle does she have wrapped around her finger? 🤣

It might vary depending on the universe so I’d love opinions.

And for reference, here be little Sistine (I love her pout, especially in 87)

Which Uncle is Mike’s kid closest to?

Leo

Raph

Donnie

Are you kidding? All 3 of them!

She’s more a Grandpa Splinter’s girl

Voting ended onDec 16, 2025

[abs0lute-1nsan1ty]

Sistine Chapel

Rome, Italy

By Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni

1481 A.D

[gayartists]

The creation of Adam - Sistine Ceiling (1508-1512), Michelangelo Buonarroti

[hinamikyoukachan]

🤍🤍

[lagrenouillere]

[bookpatrol]

Sistine Hall, The Vatican

from the book:

Visions Of Power: Ambition And Architecture from Ancient Times to the Present by Adrian Tinniswood. 1998

[juimondraws]

Sistine and Lilith!

A commission for a wonderful, sweet, much too kind to me patron of mine! Her characters are siblings, and are quite opposite as to where their religious ideals fall! 

Opal was keen for a version where Lilith appears more spectral, fading slightly as if she wasn’t entirely there, so I went a bit extra and made a gif of the dark darling fading ever so slighty. I love it, I need more excuses to gif up my work ahh!

This was my second piece for my current commission sale, READ ALL ABOUT IT BELOW!!! 

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[holypit]

i never believed in all those saccharine words stained in rose oil and moonlight above love and how it molded around you, how it lifted you up and carried you away. even worse was the bitter caramel stuck between the teeth of people whose love had left fingernail dents in their skin and an imprint of their body in the pavement. but here i am, at 12:06 am swathed in my cleanest duvet sitting alone in the dark and somehow all the nothingness i see still looks and tastes and sounds like you, as if you are a ghost haunting my bedroom, the essence of you on the rack in my spice cabinet, your smile mixed into my detergent, soaked into the seams of my old jeans. you've never even seen my laundry room, but you're in it. i'm starting to realize that loving someone means they live inside of things.

12:06, Recovery | KZ