It's been such a long time since I have draw something... I believe you'll like it >3< I'm a little rusty, and by a little, I mean a lot... But I sure hope you will like it more than I do ~ Merry Christmas!
Gift for: @heroesinthehalfshell
Hey everyone just a reminder gifts are due by the 20th, we've had a few submissions already. Remember to let me know if you are unable to complete\your gift will be late contact us ASAP. If you've completed the gift and I missed the posting please send a link to it via IM. Thank you again for participating!
Hey guys just a heads up that submissions are due by the 20th for those of you who have submitted awesome! Remember to tag this blog too or let me know that you’ve posted it with a link or a message and confirmation from your giftee.
Keep up the amazing work and I hope to do this again next year!
Hey guys so you should all have a message in your messenger telling you who your giftee/recipient is, if there was any issues or questions please shoot me a message and I will try to resolve it as soon as possible! Have fun and Happy holidays!
IT IS DONE! Sorry it took so long Bubbletaro, but I hope you like!
I wasn’t able to add any of the gang or color it I’m afraid. I got sick not not long after receiving your request and then x-mas shopping and all the buzz happened. ^^” But I hope the wait on me is worth it and that you enjoy it all the same!
P.S. I HATE when I draw a strait line in an angle. Sorry the Background is at a slant… On the plus side I drew APRIL AND SHE LOOKS OK!!!
IF YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN YOUR TMNT SS PRESENT YET HIT LIKE... IF YOU SS SEES THIS THEN THEY WILL TALK TO YOU ANON TO ASSURE YOU THAT THEY ARE WORKING ON IT...
If you don't get an answer within 2-3 days I'll hopefully have found the assignment list by then and ask ur SS directly... if I don't get an answer from them, then I will take on your SS assignment!
In celebration of Christmas, which is just a few hours away here, I give you the Secret Santa gift I wrote for Missvisibleninja. She wanted Mikey and presents, so here it is! Happy Holidays :)
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This elicited a unison groan from his three siblings, who were putting the finishing touches on the tree before their friend’s arrival. Pausing his decorating for only a moment, Leonardo responded, “For the third time, Mikey: she’ll be here soon.”
“I don’t see why we bothered with this dumb tree,” Raphael said, hanging a candy cane on a bough near the middle of the tree. “Mikey isn’t even helping!”
It was at Mikey’s behest that the Hamato clan had ventured from the relative warmth of the lair into the freezing cold streets of New York City in search of an evergreen tree. Splinter knew very little of the holiday, as he did not celebrate Christmas, but that did not stop him from indulging his sons’ enthusiasm for the holiday. With his permission, the four brothers had travelled above ground in search of a tree, flying over the cold rooftops on calloused feet toward Central Park, the only green space they knew of. It took the strength of four turtles, but between them they had managed to fell and drag an eight foot spruce to their subterranean home. No small feat when one considered the creativity required to make the massive tree fit down a man hole.
Said tree now stood proudly in the pit of their home, right beside the TV that was playing a special Christmas episode of Space Heroes, not that anyone was really paying attention. Mikey groaned as he rolled onto his front, propping his chin on his hands to see the nearly finished tree. Contrary to Raph’s grumbling Mikey did help decorate the tree; the bottom half was sufficiently decked out. The fact was, Mikey couldn’t reach the top and although he had assured them it would totally work, Leo, Don and Master Splinter refused to let him use his kusarigama to reach the branches above his head. Party poopers.
Mikey absently trilled his lips, letting the pom-pom on his Santa hat slip into his vision. The siren call of the presents drew his gaze to the multicolored pile mere feet away, their velvety whispers brushing feather-light over his ears. “Come on, open me. You know you want to.”
Mikey glanced up furtively at his brothers to see if they heard what he could, but they were immune to the sultry voices. His motions measured, he slid slowly forward on his plastron, gauging his siblings’ reactions. No one had noticed him. He continued forward more boldly, stretching a hand toward one of the larger presents with his name printed in Donatello’s almost illegible hand. Maintaining casualness, Mikey drawled, “You know, maybe we should open a couple while we wait–”
A meaty hand clapped around his wrist from nowhere, stopping him centimeters from his target.
“Nice try, twerp. We’re waiting until April gets here,” Raphael warned, giving the back of Mikey’s skull a tap that knocked his hat askew. The offended turtle squawked at the assault, clawing at the hat’s fluffy white brim to restore his sight. When he could see again, he frowned at Raphael before calling, “Master Splinter, Raph just–”
“Hey, guys!” April’s clear voice echoed from the direction of the tracks, the redhead emerging from the tunnel a second later with a massive grin. She lithely vaulted one of the turnstiles, the knapsack slung over her shoulders bumping against her back.
“April!” Don cried overeagerly, nearly dropping the delicate glass ornament in his large hands. Once the decoration was safely hanging on the tree, he began to make his way toward April, a dopey smile conquering his face. Leo and Raph matched his enthusiasm in their greetings, minus the awkwardness.
Mikey perked up at the announcement of their guest’s name and scrambled to his feet, cutting across Don’s path to April in a brief series of leaps and bounds to claim the first hug.
“April! I’m so so glad you’re here!” he crowed happily, flinging his arms around her and managing, despite the three inches she had on him, to lift her feet from the ground. April shrieked in surprise, her hands clamping impulsively on his shoulders for balance. Mikey was unaware of her struggle, rubbing his cheek affectionately into her belly like a cat. Still holding April aloft, Mikey peeked open an eyelid and asked, “Did you bring me any presents?”
“Mikey!” Leo snapped, mortified by his brother’s shameless demand. He narrowed his eyes and put down the cardboard box of homemade origami stars, preparing to scold Mikey for his rudeness. He needn’t have worried, for at that moment his Sensei emerged from the kitchen, bringing with him the scent of steamed vegetables, savoury meat and an assortment of unpronounceable spices.
“Michelangelo. Enough.” Those two words uttered by Master Splinter sufficed to return April’s feet to the floor and earn a mumbled apology from the offender.
April was a good sport, responding casually as she unzipped her coat, “It’s alright, Mikey. Your first Christmas can be overwhelming. The first Christmas I can remember, I spent my entire time at my grandparents’ trying to open every gift under the tree – whether or not my name was on it!”
As she shimmied out of her warm winter wear, Mikey said, “Speaking of gifts…do you wanna open presents first?”
His bright blue eyes were wide and pleading, his hands clasped hopefully beneath his chin. April hesitated as she shoved her scarf into her coat sleeve, glancing at Master Splinter questioningly. After a few seconds of consideration, the rat’s face softened with a smile and he nodded in approval. Even he was no match for Mikey’s puppy dog face.
“Sounds great, Mikey,” April replied, much to the orange masked turtle’s excitement.
“Booyakashaaaaaaa!”
Without warning, Mikey grabbed April’s wrist and tugged her toward the Christmas tree, talking about a mile a minute. Once he reached the tree he crashed purposely to his knees, pounding his fists on his thighs excitedly. April giggled at the display of unabashed delight and sat on the floor next to him, beckoning the older turtles. Blushing profusely, Donatello took a seat as close to April as he dared, and Leo knelt beside him. Raphael hung back a step, his arms folded over his chest as he feigned disinterest.
Electing himself Official Present Distributor, Leo asked, “Alright, who’s first?”
“Oh! Pick me, pick me!” Mikey pleaded, his hand flailing in the air.
Leo hummed to himself, pretending to search the cluster of teens for a volunteer. Masking a grin, he asked, “Any takers?”
“Me me me me meeeeeeeeee,” Mikey continued to chant, bouncing on his knees and swaying side to side to impose himself in Leo’s sightline.
“Will you just let him open something, already? He’s giving me a headache!” Raph cut in, nudging Leo with his foot.
“Okay, okay. Mikey, I guess it’s your turn–”
A victorious cry cut him off, and Mikey snatched up the present from Leo. Mikey then went suddenly quiet, testing the weight of the gift in his hands before flipping the present over to observe the box from all angles. His eyes narrowing, he raised the box to his ear, shaking it and listening closely. As soon as he began to sniff the package, April finally voiced what was on everyone’s mind.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, raising an eye ridge as Mikey ran his snout over the present from top to bottom.
“Trying to figure out what’s in the box,” he replied, his tongue flicking out curiously to touch the meticulously tied bow on top.
April looked helplessly toward the other four, seeking an explanation for this behaviour. All she received in response was a collective shrug that clearly said, “Don’t question it. It’s better that way.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to just open it?” April wondered. This only received a bewildered look from Mikey, as if she had just suggested something ridiculous. Feeling self-conscious under his stare, she eventually muttered, “Never mind.”
When Mikey returned his attention to the gift, Leo leaned in and whispered to April, “Don’t worry, let him have his fun. He won’t figure it out, anyway.”
After a brief meditative pause, Mikey finally exclaimed, “Awesome! I know what it is!”
“This should be good,” Leo murmured, confident the surprise wouldn’t be spoiled.
“It’s a limited edition box set of seasons one to six of Super Mega Robot Force Five!”
Leo’s jaw dropped as Mikey ripped open the paper, confirming his guess. Leo spluttered incoherently for about ten seconds while Mikey thanked him repeatedly before he finally demanded, “How did you know that?!”
“Mind powers, man,” Mikey responded with a wink, pointing to his temple. “It’s a gift.”
“There’s no way! You – you must have peeked!”
“Leo, Leo, Leo,” Mikey began calmly, shaking his head. “Would I ever do a thing like that?”
“Yes!” Leonardo responded, glaring contemptuously at his younger brother.
Donatello deemed this the best time to cut in, saying, “The only way to prove it is to see if he can guess again.”
“No problemo, dude! I got this,” Mikey said, grabbing Donatello’s gift to him, which was by far one of the largest under the tree. Mikey hummed to himself, analysing this one much like he had Leo’s. He even ran his hands over the sides of the box, checking for any give to indicate the size of the present. Following a thorough perusal of the parcel, Mikey leaned back and contemplated his data.
As he did all this, the rest of the turtles and April watched him with varied expressions of interest; Raphael wasn’t interested in the least, whereas Donatello, Leonardo and April were all intrigued by his process. Finally, Mikey declared his verdict.
“A collapsible, custom built sewer glider,” Mikey rhymed off, looking at Donatello expectantly.
The purple masked turtle was silent, his eyes wide. When he regained his faculties of speech, he wheezed weakly, “How? How did you guess that?”
“You’re not the only one with brains in the family, Donnie,” Mikey responded, crossing his arms behind his head. Then, remembering himself, Mikey added, “Thank you so so so so much!”
While Don continued to silently question Mikey’s guesswork, Raph grinned at his little brother. Raphael was nothing if not competitive, and this was a perfect opportunity to show up not only Mikey, but also Leo and Don.
“Challenge accepted, dork,” he taunted, sliding his newspaper-wrapped gift toward Mikey. “Guess this.”
The orange masked turtle spared no time in lifting the present to his nose to smell, then shook it. For good measure he tossed it in the air and proceeded to catch it, feeling its texture through the paper. When he had put on enough of a show, Mikey smiled directly at Raph and said, “It’s a new comic book with a mousetrap rigged to go off when I try to open it.”
Raph’s face shifted from cocky to enraged in a matter of milliseconds, the aggressive turtle snarling, “You no good little cheat! You peeked!”
“Did not!” Mikey protested, shielding himself from an impending beating.
“Raphael. Do not strike your brother,” Master Splinter admonished, stopping the hothead in his tracks. Raphael glared for another few seconds before he sat down behind April, grumbling all sorts of obscenities under his breath.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Master Splinter suggested, “Why don’t we have someone else open a gift? Perhaps April should–”
“I got it!” Donatello piped up suddenly, emerging from his contemplation of Mikey’s methods. “If Mikey can guess April’s present, we’ll know for sure he didn’t peek! There’s no way that he could find where she hid hers!”
April shrugged and said, “It’s worth a shot.”
She handed Mikey the package, and the teens waited with bated breath as Mikey worked his magic. He explored the gift with all his senses, taking his time to analyse every aspect of the brightly wrapped box. This one took much longer than the others, but after a full minute he set down the present and looked up at his audience. Ever the showman, he waited a few beats before he spoke again.
“A hand-knit scarf and a tin of gingerbread cookies. Thanks, April!”
April reeled with shock, barely able to reciprocate the hug as Mikey quickly squeezed her in thanks. After a moment she barked a laugh, marvelling, “I can’t believe he guessed right!”
Mikey whooped and tore open the present, wrapping the fetching orange and green striped scarf around his neck. He cracked open the tin and snagged a gingerbread man, snapping off the leg with his teeth.
As Mikey munched on his cookie happily, the rest of the group puzzling over his impeccable guesses, a thought suddenly occurred to Donatello.
“You guys realize he did this just so he could open all his presents first, right?”
