#MONA LISA WHO???????

[hasello]

Who is taller? Usagi or Blue?

there are two types of couples, I suppose

[incognito-duo]

"Raphael Meets... Himself?"

A silly comic about Raph going to a costume party and meeting someone who’s dressed up like him. Yes, he's the red ranger. Did he eat?

part 1 -- latest part

[builtintripping]

YIPEEEEEE!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE DOODLES EVERYONE, THEYRE ALL SO FIRE (PUN INTENTED) 😍😍😍😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💕💕💕💕💕💕

🍓 leave one here too you'd like!!

[martyryo]

*posts and crawls back in hell*

[veearrifarrariboom]

What did you want to be when you were small?

Captain and Mona Lisa <33

[fabuloustrash05]

The TMNT Mona Lisa Verse

((Ft. My versions of 2003, Rottmnt and Mutant Mayhem Mona Lisa))

2003 Mona Lisa: Do you ever miss being human?

IDW Mona Lisa: All the time…

1987 Mona Lisa: Me too, but if I didn’t become a mutant I would’ve have met all my friends!

2003 Mona Lisa: Same here, I wasn’t thrilled with my mutation for the longest time, but there’s some positives to this new life that helped me appreciate it more.

1987 Mona Lisa, to the others: What about you guys?

2012 Mona Lisa: Oh, I’m not human. I’m an alien.

1987, IDW & 2003 Mona Lisa: …What?

MM Mona Lisa: Same here! But I do have a device that can turn me human so I can blend in with the Earthlings.

Rise Mona Lisa: OMG! I have a device that turns me human too!! But it’s actual a mystical item, all Yokais like myself have one!

1987, IDW & 2003 Mona Lisa: WHAT?!?!

[hideousvampire]

imagine my cousin vinny but if they DID kill that guy but it had the same outcome anyway

[snufkingg]

Pim Pimling as the Mona Lisa

Tracked time: 7 hours, 23 minutes

[super-ion]

Mona Lisa Sunrise

(Part 1)

(Previous entries to this series: original post, ZetaTransit049)

“And they say brunettes with dimples can't stabilize the reactor core,” Mona said with an exhilarated giggle as the klaxon finally cut off its panicked screaming.

The comfort unit tossed her head and brushed stray locks of hair from her face, turning with a flutter of her eyelashes.

Her grin faltered. She was alone.

Well… MS-675732-B was there, but it was definitely, positively, absolutely non-functional.

She pouted. What was the point of sexily saving the day if there was no one there to appreciate it.

“Thank you for saving the day, Mona,” chirped one of Station's talk boxes embedded on the wall. “You did a very good job.”

“Oh thank you, Station!” she replied, her grin returning.

She wiped her hands… or tried to. They just clanked together metallicaly.

Oh... yeah.

Lefty was a ragged mess. After the misadventure with the coolant pressure release valve, there were only a few scraps of shredded derm that clung stubbornly to the musculature up to her wrist. The musculature itself was looking pretty scorched... she wasn't even sure if it was worth a dermal regen at this point. The ceaseless flood of diagnostic error logs didn't bode particularly well for it.

She imagined it would hurt like a mother fucker if she hadn't supressed her pain emulation subroutines.

Righty… well, half of the right arm she had woken up with that morning was presently lying on the floor of the ops deck where a fire suppression bulkhead had sheared it off pretty neatly just above the elbow. The other half lay discarded next to the crumpled body of the service mech on the ground next to her.

Her new right arm, the one she had hot swapped when she discovered poor MS-675732-B, was something to behold.

It wasn't particularly pretty. It wasn't meant to be pretty… or sexy, not at all like her factory recommended components. But she found it alluring in its own way. It was utilitarian, dense alloy in the frame and a reinforced musculature. And for delicate work…

She fired a command and a compartment opened on the wrist, spidery appendages unfolded. Sensor probes and graspers and even a micro welder. It certainly wasn't meant for the kind of delicate work she was used to, but she couldn't deny that something about it was getting her hot and bothered.

There was probably some messaging protocols from the arm that were getting routed to other core processes to trigger response.

Something, something, the eroticism of the machine, she supposed.

Maybe one of the techs would be turned on by it. That could be a fun and novel adventure.

She grinned at the thought as she pinged Station for status.

8169 seconds ago, she had been rather un-gently shaken out of sleep mode. Emerging from her cubicle, she had discovered a nightmare of blaring alarms and strobing lights. Something, somewhere down in one of the refinery modules, had exploded, triggering a whole cascade of catastrophic damage throughout the station. All maintenace units had either been evacuated or rendered non-functional, so it fell on the station's two comfort units to finish the job of getting systems online and stable.

Station answered her ping with an abbreviated rundown: Reactor stable. Backup life support stable. Ops deck fire suppression engaged. FTL comms unresponsive. Refinery module 1 unresponsive. Refinery module 2 failed safe… etc etc

Station population: 0

Her brain caught on that. 12 dead, 23 injured, all 137 evacuated.

A process in her core stuttered.

Station population: 0

She wasn't just alone in reactor access, she was alone in the whole station.

“Okay…” she said breathily. “Okay. This is fine.”

She cared about people. It was her job. It was her purpose. Her core directives were already triggering post industrial accident protocols, she was meant to be a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to… or, to be entirely honest, someone to fuck if just for the momentary reprieve. Everybody coped with this sort of thing in their own way, and she was meant to facilitate that. Except there was no one for her to comfort. No one to cry on her shoulder. No one to seek her embrace.

She stood stock still in reactor access as her mind tried to sort out the mess of information as subroutines and core directives clashed, and conflicting processes competed for priority.

She needed to return to the cubicle. She needed to power down and await further instructions.

“Mona,” Station said through the talkbox, the audible sensory input slicing through the fog. “This is further instructions. The station is not stable. I need your help.”

Help. Yeah, she could help.

Station pinged her system, coaxing prioritization schemas to kick in. Out of control processes were killed and spun back up, then relegated to lower priority.

“Good girl,” Station said gently through the talkbox as it uploaded new provisional directives to her queue.

She blinked her eyes. An entirely unneeded gesture, but it helped her focus. She played back the preceding hours: unlocking fire suppression on ops deck, hotwiring the engineering access tubes (with one arm!), hot swapping an appendage she technically wasn't designed for, stabilizing the core.

She had done all of that. Sure, she had needed to download a whole slew of schematics and manuals, far exceeding the bounds of her design. But she had done it.

Her purpose was to help. She just needed to expand the parameters of what help meant.

Station needed her help.

She could help.

~~~

System poll : 4 nodes identified

Echo(self) : CS-553902-M “MonaLisa”

Host : SunRiseStation-ELS-93806

Node : CS-553807-L “David”

Node : ZetaTransit049

Unresponsive hardware detected

MS-675732-B - location: Reactor Access E96

MS-554932-M - location: Exterior +X9842-Y3320+Z0229

Message log

Sender : CS-553902-M

Receiver : ZetaTransit049

Message : Hey boo

Response : Leave me alone.

Message : Okay! Love you! <3

Message log

Sender : CS-553902-M

Receiver : CS-553807-L

Message : Hey cutie!

Response : Hey! Still alive?

Message : You know it! All good with you?

Response : Doing my best. Shit's totally fucked

Message : Damn skippy!

Response : lol

Message : I'm heading down to the tech bay. You doing anything later?

Response : I dunno, you tell me ;)

[secretlykim]

If you get the reference, you are cool in my book

[haematoclan]

when i see pride fanart of Mad Dogs i think Raph is fairly often shown as a "token straight ally" and I'm sorry but there's no way Raph's straight, i mean. just look at him!

(okay i'm half-joking here but also... ^^^^)

and you can't convince me a guy so into wrestling and an absolute fanboy of someone called Ghost(BEAR) that looks like this:

could be straight, no way. like, just because he's not a flamboyant twink doesn't mean he can't be queer!

Raph's certified bear4bear boy-kisser thank you for coming to my tedtalk!

(also. just to be safe: it's NOT a ship post. that'd be NASTY. i'm just pointing out Raph's obvious celebrity crush here nothing more.

also also. don't take this post too seriously i wrote it at 1am after seeing some post, it's just a loose thought)

[void-pitcher]

i will literally never stop thinking about that one glass onion analysis video that said “i wouldn’t say i’d destroy [the mona lisa] to save a stranger’s life, but honestly? it’s kinda fucked up that i wouldn’t. we should value a person’s life, stranger or not, more than a piece of art.” like that changed something in me. bc our society DOES value art. not new art, not artists, sure, but it values the results. they put the results at a higher value than the artist themself, and if they think the results is worthless? they’ll still value the artist less than the result.

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[ilovebeingaturtle]

I don’t really ship 87 Ramona (although I do love the idea of them in a QPR) but. If they did feel romantically for each other it would take forever for them to actually get together, if they even do, in sharp contrast to the 2012 “we’ve known each other two hours now we’re committed for life” speedrun. Raphael would have fallen in love years ago but would not recognise this fact once. Mona Lisa is also part of the problem. She has a layer of superficiality she always uses as protection over her true feelings, so how does she even know her flirting is sincere? How would Raphael be supposed to know? She’d overthink it. Also she’s a lesbian so falling in love with your best friend is like mandated and agonising. She’d have accepted her fate and already resigned herself that it’s never going to happen. She’s just happy they’re close to each other. Meanwhile Raphael thinks “huh, I want to marry her” then goes about his day. This realisation occurs multiple times but he never reads into it.

[sarahwatchesthings]

Probably.

[fabuloustrash05]

So my top three favorite ships include of...

3) Two singing and dancing trolls, one is a princess who is always over hyper and so joyful and positive, and the other is an anti social grump who has A LOT of trauma and abandonment issues, but hey, he's in a boyband and has a cool bunker!

2) A prideful prince of an extinct alien warrior race who's way too obsessed with defeating this one guy and also has God levels of power and his wife who is the richest and smartest woman in the entire world with an "I can fix him" mentality and she surprisingly did in fact fix him.

1) A mutant turtle that knows ninjutsu, has anger issues, some unresolved daddy issues, beef with his blue brother and has a major fear of cockroaches and a very tall warrior woman who is apart of an alien salamander species and she can beat his ass effortlessly (and he likes that).