Hey guys if you have any tmnt ocs (or any ocs I don't mind) that you want drawn for artfight, drop your artfight profile and oc I'll add you to my hitlist
I don't have any art friends (🥺🎻) who would be my priority so there's 99% chance I'll attack you immediately
If you're my mutual ill definitely attack you first tho
Happy artfighting!
(Also not adding my artfight profile yet cuz I'm still editing it, it's ugly I don't want yall to see it yet I'll add it In the reblog)
Hi I have another fan iteration that I was planning on posting months ago but I hated the designs, and this would've been posted earlier but I was *spins wheels of excuses* walking my pet fish to my grandma's house. Yeah. That.
Anywhere here are my boys
"Where's Donnie?" He's dead.
I couldn't finish him in time so he'll show up later.
A quick summary of the story:
Splinter was a successful science experiment and when he realized his handlers and sensei were evil he managed to escape with the four turtles with the help of one the scientist's children.
Around 14 years years later Mikey is watching a streamer when they're attacked by the footclan not wanting his waifu someone to die when he could do something about it he leaves without permission and his brothers follow. This incident leads to sneaking out more and heroic adventures ensue.
Fun facts about each of them including their 'dead' brother Donnie lol/j:
Mikey is selctively mute and uses his boom box/music in general to communicate. No one knows how he always manages to find the right song.
Leonardo got his scar when he was younger after an encounter with humans. He vows to never be weak again.
Raph is emo and prefers his phone over training. His favorite music genre is screamo.
Donnie is a great shot and has a homebuilt sniper rifle Splinter doesn't know about (it's just filled with paint pellets don't worry)
Splinter is a ginger rat. (I felt like being different.)
That's all for now, feel free to ask any questions!
Hi I have another fan iteration that I was planning on posting months ago but I hated the designs, and this would've been posted earlier but I was *spins wheels of excuses* walking my pet fish to my grandma's house. Yeah. That.
Anywhere here are my boys
"Where's Donnie?" He's dead.
I couldn't finish him in time so he'll show up later.
A quick summary of the story:
Splinter was a successful science experiment and when he realized his handlers and sensei were evil he managed to escape with the four turtles with the help of one the scientist's children.
Around 14 years years later Mikey is watching a streamer when they're attacked by the footclan not wanting his waifu someone to die when he could do something about it he leaves without permission and his brothers follow. This incident leads to sneaking out more and heroic adventures ensue.
Fun facts about each of them including their 'dead' brother Donnie lol/j:
Mikey is selctively mute and uses his boom box/music in general to communicate. No one knows how he always manages to find the right song.
Leonardo got his scar when he was younger after an encounter with humans. He vows to never be weak again.
Raph is emo and prefers his phone over training. His favorite music genre is screamo.
Donnie is a great shot and has a homebuilt sniper rifle Splinter doesn't know about (it's just filled with paint pellets don't worry)
Splinter is a ginger rat. (I felt like being different.)
That's all for now, feel free to ask any questions!
If the boys are robots, do they still eat pizza? CAN they still eat pizza?
Can they even eat at all or do they like, charge or something for energy 😭
Not having stomachs (in the human sense) isn't going to stop these guys
I like to think that like whatever chemicals in pizza mesh well with them so they can eat it just fine, they enjoy pizza like any version of the turtles.
In fact they can digest most food quite easily... if it's liquid, that is.
*que pizza night having loudass blender noises in the background*
But they do charge too! Leo and Donnie have parts of their body that need electricity, Donnie especially. For Raph and Mikey, electricity would be like an alternative energy source if they didn't want to nap or something lol, but they ALL need to eat.
I put too much effort into this and also not enough....
I'm joining the @tmntbestsibscompetiton with my boys from my fan iteration, why I decided to go with the guys I made like a few months ago and not my many other AUs I couldn't tell you but they're here! And ready to win! Even if Raph doubts their chances.
I hope this is readable, I should've formatted this better 😭 would you believe if I said I wanted to be a comic artist? 😭 😭 😭
If you like robot turtles, then vote for them when the comp starts, please! And feel free to ask questions! My askbox is open
Here's the now outdated refs for the boys. I'll be making new ones soon, posting these so you can get a better look at them for now
This year has not really been a good one for me (overall some good things definitely happened but still) Which was mostly because of my mental and physical health. (Me when my disabilities disabled me: 🤯)
But I'm still here, so here's to the new year, even though given everything going in America I'm not expecting things to get better. But there's nothing wrong with being optimistic (as long as you're realistic) So here's to hoping and sticking together as well!
So happy new year! Despite everything I hope you managed to find joy in anything this year and will next year.
I've actually been pretty productive and not (just) bed rotting this whole time! Yay me!
I've been drawing, not as much as I personally want but still, and I've changed and improved my art style! (I'm also working on some references for my aus, and my personal TMNT iterations too, hopefully you guys will see them before January)
And in case the drawing wasn't a hint, I'm graduating highschool! By which I mean I'm getting my GED. (Beauty school dropout was written for me specifically you guys, trust.)
I've already passed two tests and scored pretty high! When I actually graduate I'll finish the drawing as a small goal for myself.
Rise April is the only April we see graduating from highschool to college which is why I drew her. I doubt I'm going to college anytime soon though, but I didn't think I'd graduate HS, so who knows.
I want to post here again, I love this blog and I really do hate that my mental health and autism prevents me from posting here (keeps me from posting anywhere at all tbh). I guess seasonal depression (or depression² for me) hit me early or something and my anxiety of not having a "good excuse" for why I left and if I didn't make something good then I shouldn't come back, kept me from this blog for so long.
I love feedback from you guys, and even if there wasn't any I still love creating and posting here.
No longer gonna promise to never dip again because clearly my passion and stability is not guaranteed (thank you depression, and executive dysfunction, and posting anxiety, and perfectionism, and—)
But unless I get locked out of my account or Tumblr disappears or (pizza supreme forbid) I permanently lose interest in the turtles, I'm gonna keep coming back.
Sorry If this is rambly and nonsensical there's a reason I'm a fan artist and not a fanfic writer (yet 👀)
Still dealing with pretest and the GED testing so my next post will probably be later this week or next week, till then bye!
Last month I did an in-depth re-watch of rottmnt s1 to take some notes on writing the characters of rise from their perspective and such. Figured I'd share what I found, but I'm also posting this bc my docs have a nasty habit of blipping out of existence.
We'll start with Raph bc he's the oldest of course, but I'll post the others sep. bc this is gonna get long!!
Raph Character Notes
Language Habits:
Catchphrases: "like a boss", "smash"
Verbalizes his attacks such as "smash", "knuckle sandwich", "power smash jitsu", "tonfa power jitsu", "mystic punch jitsu"
Uses older song titles for surprised exclamations or in place of cursing, most notably "jumping jack flash!"
Uses aave/bae, For example: 'em instead of them, 'ey instead of they, 'cause instead of because, forgoes the g in ing words (going becomes goin')
Uses less and less grammar the more he's stressed, and his voice will come to a higher pitch
Will speak in a softer tone to his little brothers if he's concerned about hurting their feelings. Aka babying them
Mixes up both metaphors and idioms. Would be one to say how the turn tables unironically
Does say "hero" a lot, lost count, especially in phrases like "hero town"
Refers to his brothers as "boys" or "fellas"
Refers to Splinter as "pop(s)" most often
Refers to strangers he's directly talking to as "bubs" or "hoss"
Personality:
Protective of his family
Plays up the hero act/has a strong sense of duty and justice
Impatient, rushes in without a plan (pre-movie), doesn't finish books until the end, falls asleep during "boring movies"
Oblivious, doesn't read into things beyond surface level. Struggles with empathy when something is beyond his understanding, but is still very emotional
Center of responsibility for his brothers, but also has a reckless sense of fun. As long as it's him doing the stupid unsafe thing it's fine
Carries the weight, in a literal sense he piggy backs his brothers, but will also use his body as a shield from danger. Unfortunately this also means he takes his brothers a little less seriously (Mikey the most common victim), and will try and either protect them from everything or as an oldest sibling everything has go "his way"
Doesn't do well in solitude. Needs to be looking after people to feel functional, and needs to be around people to feel safe
Clumsy, "takes horrible pictures", isn't very good at hiding, he's a big guy so it probably took a lot of time to find balance
A sweet guy who still won't shy from making fun of his family. Leo tends to be the brunt of his teasing since he is the most annoying, but he will also poke Donnie on his dramatics
Likes cute things!!! Has a teddy bear collection and loves animals. It's so cool how this isn't played off as a joke and he's still just as masculine for liking pink and cutesy stuff
Likes fighting!!! Gets a lot of energy out defeating bad guys (where he directs his anger towards), the one who is shown to train the most, and also weight lifts in his spare time
Doesn't do well under pressure, here the anger comes out the most. He gets stressed when it's all on him, especially since he tends to mess up the most in these moments
Miscellaneous:
Second to unlock mystic powers
Nicknames/codenames: "raph-a-doodle" by leo, "red rover" by april, "red king" by donnie
Teddy bear names: Doctor Huggenstein, Captain Snuggles, Cheech
Stinks: fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking up on people stink, victory stink
Seems to be less afraid of rabbits and more afraid of puppets
Went on his first solo mission at 13
Cannot lift a bus, at age 15
Thought about discussing fighting style, but I'm not as familiar with that concept and I've seen a couple posts dissecting such topic. So we'll end here for now. Hope this was helpful!!! I'll post the rest of the boys later and link here
i'll clean this post up later, I'm in the middle of class rn and I am def out of time
Raph is not a fan of suits.
He isn’t a fan of a lot of types of clothes, because he swears that they’re all manufactured to be tearable and itchy, but there’s a special type of hell that comes from being forced around to lug a jacket along with him everywhere when he’s in a cramped gymnasium with music slamming into his brain.
In all honesty, he doesn’t even know why he came.
At some point, Raph had lost the rest of his family in the crowd. Under normal circumstances, they’d usually be easier to pick out, but everything’s too crowded, everything’s too loud, and with the weird lighting he can’t pick out the specific shades of green he’s searching for.
Really, he just wants to leave already.
Raph manoeuvres his way over to the snack table, and shoves some food in his pocket because he knows it's a bad idea, but this entire night feels like a bad idea and goddammit, he’s hungry.
He finds his way out of the gym, and luckily the halls are a little less crowded. He can’t get very far through them, because the majority of the school is blocked off for security reasons, but getting away from all of the loud sounds and bright lights make him feel a lot better.
It’s by chance, when looking for an actually empty place to chill, that he gets found by Casey.
“Not your scene?” He asks without preamble, and there’s something annoying in his tone that leaves the impression that he already knew this wasn’t the best situation for Raph.
Raph shrugs. “Yeah, but it feels just like yours.”
“Ehn,” Casey looks off to the side, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Everyone else who I’d chill with came with dates, and I just sorta came for the experience. It’s depressing as hell to be alone at one of these things, I can sorta see why not bringing a date is a taboo.”
“I thought that was just one of those human things I’m never meant to get,” Raph admits.
“Nobody gets social things, that’s the fuckin’ point,” Casey dissmisses. He starts walking the other direction, and Raph follows. Raph reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out a snack, trying to eat silently. He fails, and Casey twists around to make insistent grabby hands. “Cough it up, Red, I haven’t gone into that shithole in like, an hour, I’m hungry as hell.”
Raph rolls his eyes. “Y’know the snack table is right by the door, right? Nobody would’ve known that you came alone.”
“Yeah, but it’s the principle of the thing,” Casey explains. “Who the fuck only comes to prom for the snacks?”
“Me,” Raph says. He realises that Casey’s definitely leading him to the exit, and can’t really find it in himself to care, even though he knows he’ll be receiving a million worried text messages the moment the tracker on his phone leaves school grounds.
Casey rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but your family is, like, smart. You don’t got a reason to care that you’re weird, and the fuck are people supposed to say? If they blame it on being mutants, that makes them into a piece of shit, even though if you weren’t born as a turtle, you’d probably have a real different life.”
They shove open the doors and walk out into the night air. It’s pleasant, warm but windy, and it makes Raph’s skin itch to go up. Since getting actual legal papers, he hasn’t gotten a chance to parkour, and he’s missing it.
“So, Red, what d’you want to do now?”
Raph shrugs. “It feels sorta dumb to go home, at this point, but partying doesn’t sound too appealing.”
“Maybe we could find an arcade or something,” Casey suggests. “I know where some afterparties are gonna be hosted later, and those’ll probably be pretty chill if we show up early, even if that’s weird as hell, but not gonna lie, I sort of just want to goof off for a bit?”
“Same.”
“Or maybe we could break into the rink,” Casey says thoughtfully. He rubs thoughtfully at his chin, as though he has a goatee to stroke, but in reality Raph is pretty sure the guy doesn’t even shave, not that Raph’s the one who can really make that point. “They never mind, and I still gotta teach you how to skate.”
“That’s going to be a shitshow,” Raph says, but with good humour. He knows himself and he knows that he’s going to trip and fall the moment he gets on the ice, then Casey will laugh at him, and that’s why he’s been avoiding it as much as possible.
Casey claps him on the shell then starts walking with more purpose, and Raph can only assume that he’s headed in the direction of the rink. Raph doesn’t know how to get to it from the school, but he’s been there enough that he could easily recognise it if he saw it. “Aw, c’mon, have some more faith in yourself. You’ll do great.”
“If you knock out one of my teeth, I’m going to stab you,” Raph threatens half-heartedly.
“And I’m sure I’ll extend you the same courtesy when you finally start teaching me ninja shit.”
“Never gonna happen.”
“Oh, just you wait, Raph. Just you fuckin’ wait.”
Raph snorts. “Stop trying to be ominous, Case, you’re shit at it.”
“I’m in hockey, not drama.”
“You’re built for both, though.”
Casey punches him.
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Is not as much ‘breaking into’ the rink as it is Casey coming up to the back door with a key and then just striding in through the unlocked door. Which is good, because Raph knows that Casey would be a menace if he got to watch Raph’s ninja skills in action again.
Casey grabs two sets of skates off of the shelf behind the desk and brings them over to the benches, then silently starts putting them on. Raph allows himself a moment to be grossed out by the skates, because he doubts that they’re cleaned at all between uses by different people, then he reminds himself that he lives in a literal sewer, sucks it up, and starts lacing up his own skates.
The first challenge is trying to walk over to the rink. Raph’s got good balance, but that doesn’t make him automatically adjust to being held up only by two metal blades. Embarrassingly, Casey has to help him over to the rink, but at least he’s a good sport about it.
“Okay, so,” Casey starts as he steps onto the rink. Raph is leaning on the door and hoping that he doesn’t fall over. Casey spins around to face Raph and starts moving slowly backwards while holding eye contact. “It’s a lot easier than it looks, I swear. And if you want to grab one of the supports, I promise I won’t tell you how much you look like a grandma.”
He just poked the fucking bear.
Raph decides that he’s going to prove that no, he does not need to look like a granny, and steps onto the ice. His first angry step immediately sets him off balance, and then he tumbles onto the ice. Casey starts to cackle.
“I’m going to ruin this suit, aren’t I,” Raph sighs, already resigned.
“I think you should have called that a lost cause already,” Casey teases. He has a point, but like hell is Raph ever going to tell Casey Jones that he’s right about something. “C’mon, I’ll get you doing laps in no time.”
‘No time’ does not come to pass.
Raph hovers one hand by the wall as he slowly skates around the rink, and whenever he can get a proper support from the wall he’ll chuck some pocket crumbs at Casey, who is not as good of a teacher as he seems to think he is.
Eventually, though, he trusts Raph enough on the ice to head into the locker room, and returns a few minutes later returns with two hockey sticks and the familiar temptation violence in his eyes. Raph pretends that he’d made a full circle around the rink while he’d been alone, and Casey laughs at him like an asshole.
It’s a bit easier to balance with the stick. Casey clearly knows that Raph’s putting some of his weight onto it, but luckily he doesn’t comment.
“So hockey is just lacrosse but with more safety gear, right?
Casey starts pouting, which may or may not have been Raph’s intention. “C’mon, Red, after all the games I’ve made you sit through, you seriously don’t know the rules? Do you even know the rules of lacrosse?”
He huffs, then lifts up his stick. “Nope.” Then he shoots, overbalances, and falls onto his shell.
Coming here was absolutely a mistake.
Maybe the ads about prom were right, Raph’s going to treasure this day forever.
“Oh yeah, Red, you’d definitely be my first pick in a scrimish,” Casey taunts. “You’d be a real boss in a real game.”
If asked by Splinter or Leo, he would claim that he absolutely does not try to stab Casey with his skate. If he were asked by one of his other brothers, though, he’d complain that he missed the mark.
“How about you grab a bō, I grab my sai, and we see what fuckin’ happens, punk.”
“I can kick your ass with a stick,” Casey declares.
Raph gets a great idea.
He starts to stand back up, grabs the hockey stick, and sweeps Casey’s feet. It’s a lot easier when his opponent is balanced only on a metal blade.
“So can I,” Raph says proudly. He focuses all his energy on not wobbling so that this looks as badass as he wants it to.
“Point taken,” Casey allows. Him getting back up to his feet is unfortunately more fluid than Raph, and it probably helps that he’s not shivering in the faint cold. “A truce to kicking ass?” He requests, extending a hand.
Even while he takes Casey’s hand, Raph asks, “What does that even mean?”
“Fuck if I know, man, I’m failing English.”
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They go at it for another two hours, until Raph is shivering too hard to keep going. Casey doesn’t make any jokes about it being because Raph’s a turtle, but Raph’s not entirely sure how he’d take one of those yet, so it’s fair. The amount of jokes Casey makes at his expense would be far past pushing it for anyone else.
When they grab their phones, April has updated them on Leo’s whereabouts via a picture of him flopped over on her bedroom floor (which Raph is definitely going to taunt him about tomorrow holy shit what was he thinking) and Donnie and Mikey confess that they both got dragged into the afterparty and will be back to the lair later in the morning.
Raph wraps an arm over Casey’s shoulder and they pose for a selfie, and they’re definitely on the same wavelength because both of their smiles are a touch devious, and they start laughing when they see the picture before they send it.
“Do you think that there’s any ice cream places open at 11pm?” Casey asks.
Concerned, Raph demands, “Wait, we just spent the last two hours ice skating, and now you want more ice? At midnight!?”
Trying and failing to play it off, Casey raises his chin and declares, “You don’t no my life.”
“Yes, I do,” Raph sighs, then yanks Casey forward by his arm. “C’mon, let’s walk through a drive through and piss off the nightshift worker.”
“I like the way you think, Red.”
“Is that supposed to be news?”
They walk through the drive through, because they’re little shits, vigilantes, delinquents, and definitely not pussies. Though, the expression the woman is wearing when they make it to the window makes Raph feel like they’re not the first teenagers to have had this idea, though considering that the afterparties are now in session, they might be the first ones so far that haven’t been drunk.
Their school is huge, so that’s just Raph’s assumption. He was raised on shitty movies, though, so maybe he’s a little off base with his guesses, even still.
On that thought, as Raph and Casey continue down the dark streets of New York, munching on burgers while precariously balancing their boxes of fries, he admits, “Y’know, we used to think that highschool would be like the Disney movies.”
Casey chokes on his burger and his laugh rumbles through his disgusting mouth full of food. “Dude, no fucking way.”
“Yes way,” Raph argues, grinning. “We saw this outdoor movie night of Highschool musical and were like, well, if the humans are watching it, then it must be pretty accurate.”
Casey’s cackle probably echoes for blocks, and since Raph is Raph and not Leo, he doesn’t bother to silence him, and even goes as far as to grin when he sees a few windows get lit from the inside.
“Thank god we wound up being normal before it was too late,” Raph tacks on, and Casey’s laugh picks up for a few more seconds.
Eventually, Casey manages, “Dude, you’re joking about the being normal thing right?”
Raph elbows him and does not feel bad when a few of Casey’s fries fall out of the box. “No shit, sherlock. I’m a fuckin’ weirdo and I’m proud about it.”
Casey wraps an arm around Raph and whoops.
Raph can’t imagine a life where he’s still trapped underground, going stir crazy and feeling closer and closer every day to snapping.
(Well, he can, but it’s depressing as hell so he tries not to.)
He can imagine his life now, though, in crystal clear quality. He’ll keep showing up to Casey’s hockey games and be a real ass about it, and eventually they’ll both go off to college and Raph will be intentionally be more dramatic about missing his best friend than any of his brothers, and then he’ll get bullied into a group hug like he always pretends to be.
Later, he and his friends and family will have an even better prom night down in the lair, while listening to rap music that’s more than just mid at best, and then eventually they’ll settle down to watch a romcom movie that Dad insists is good, and they’ll all get to throw popcorn at the projector screen.
Walking down the street, arm in arm with his asshole of a best friend, still feels like just the start.
(I feel bad for never really wanting to watch the movie now 💀, but now I really want to!!! So thanks for that!)
This is so cute, I had this idea for like an animatic/pmv for 2012 Raph and Casey (to "hot to go" because ofc) but I knew I wouldn't be doing it anytime soon so I figured I'd let someone else bring it to life AND AND YOU DID SO GOOD!!! I love your writing I love their friendship I love their stupidity I love Raph being a softie on the inside I love—*smacked*