#and mikeys having the splotches of paint and then leos being like

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!!!!!!! OH I LOVE THIS SM??? ITS SO SMOOTH AND CLEAN AND I LOVE THE LIL !! BITS OF EACH OF THEIR LIVES IN EACH SECTION

TYSM FOR THIS WEEPINGGG

some fanart for @callmehere-iwillappear ‘s fic new phone who dis (it’s rlly cool go check it out!) based on their poster. this was a bit outside my comfort zone but super fun to draw :)

tap/click for better quality, and no text version under the cut :)

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All the Comp Writing that was behind Puzzles

Hi hi! I realized if you followed the blog but weren't in the discord then you may have missed some of the hidden hints and clues that we had. Here you go!

The Notes:

From Raph

Hey Mikester,

I just wanted to reach out and see how you were doing! I know it’s been a rough past couple of weeks, being alone again probably isn’t all that fun.. But you’re welcome to we want you to come home. 

We want to support you right now, even if you’d rather be alone but..

You can’t do it alone. And we want to help. Come home, Mikey.

Sinserly sinceraly Love, your big brother Raph

From Leo

Miguel!

You need to answer my texts, I should not have to send you notes via portal. BUT. I am trying to respect your space because you are my little brother and I love you. 

However.

As someone who has had my fair share of awful break ups: You didn’t need her. There are plenty of.. Fish in the er… Yeah. 

Listen, my point is that moping around alone is only going to make you feel worse. Come home and we can mope together.

Your favorite brother, Leo

From Donnie

Salutations, Angelo. 

It has come to my attention that you are in need of help, and fortunately for you, I am more than willing to help. 

I have already taken it upon myself to research the best online courses I can find, cross referencing them with affordability- not that we need to worry about that. Your old room is just the way we left it, and I’m sure we can expand it for your expanded inventory. But of course, we can’t do that until you come home. 

I expect a swift reply. 

Sincerely, Donatello.

From April

Hey Mikey!

It’s been awhile! But I heard what happened. I get it. And it can’t be easy raising a little one on your own. You know, my cousin had a baby recently, and I’ve gotten real good at taking care of that! 

And you need a break. Come on, I want to see the little one. It’s been far too long and who knows how big they are! And! I’ll get pizza on my way over, does that sound like a deal?

I miss you Angie, and I’m bringing toys for your kid. 

Love you, April

From Splinter

Orange. 

I AM NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER. I HAVE BEEN ASKING YOU, MY SONS, FOR GRANDCHILDREN SINCE YOU ALL TURNED OF AGE. I WANT TO BE A GRANDFATHER.

If you do not bring young Masaccio back to the lair, there will be dire consequences. DIRE. I will not die not knowing my little grand baby!

And we can have tea. I hope you will tell me all that troubles you, my son. 

Forever, your father. 

The Letters:

To Massy

Dear Masaccio,

I bet you have a lot of questions. And many of them I don’t have answers to. I wish I could explain everything to you.

I wish I could have been better for you.

But you’ll come to find out that taking care of someone else is.. well, it’s a big responsibility. One that you have to be prepared for in order to give them the best chances. And I want you to have the best chances you can have. 

I can’t give that to you. 

I wasn’t prepared for the toll that having you would have on me. And I can’t be your caretaker any more. I’m not strong enough for you, and I understand if that leaves you angry with me. 

You deserve to be angry with me.

But it’s important you understand. I may dislike being your parent, but I have always loved you.

You probably won’t remember, but as I’m writing you this letter, I have you curled up in my tail. We had spent the entire day together. You were practically bouncing off the walls, my little frog. You have so much energy, just like your father. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up! 

Today, you learned how to finger paint. Daddy sat with you the entire time, he said you had the magic touch, just like him. You smeared paint across the table and the pages and the carpet. You were having fun and your laughter was infectious.

I’m trying not to laugh now at how happy you looked with splotches of red, green, and blue every which way. I remember making daddy swear he would clean it all up..

But then his brothers called. You know how daddy is a hero. He’s always out there keeping our city safe. But, with daddy gone, it was just you and me.

You fought the bath, you fought dinner, you wanted him. And I wasn’t him. 

Maybe you remember then… how I raised my voice. I shouted at you to behave and you looked… so sad.

I’m so very sorry Massy, I should have never raised my voice, I should’ve never said those things to you. But I can’t promise it won’t happen again. 

Like I wrote, I’m not prepared for a wonderful child like you. And because of that, I need to go before I deal any more damage to you. 

You cried yourself to sleep because of what I did, because I couldn’t bring myself to hold you and wipe your tears. Daddy’s home now, and he’ll be there when I’m gone.

I believe in the turtle you can become, Masaccio.

Taina

To Mikey

Dear Michelangelo,

This isn’t how I wanted to do this, he’s only just a kid. I look at him now and wonder how I was silly enough to let these years pass me by. He’s so little now, his eyes are so full of light that sometimes it’s hard to peer into them.

Sometimes, it stings. But even now as I write this, I have him curled around my tail and you’re fast asleep. He’s almost cute. But then I remember the tantrum that I battled just to get him here. Just to get him to stay quiet so I have a few moments of peace and suddenly he’s not the cute toddler that I had hoped. He’s a screeching monster of tears and snot.

And I love him. I love him so much. But Michelangelo, he’s not mine to love. He’s not my baby. I can’t be here to raise him. 

And I’m sorry.

But I can’t do more. You keep saying that if we just push through it then we will come out the other side but the further I push the deeper into the earth I feel.

I shouldn’t have allowed this to go so far, but you were so happy. 

Do you remember the night we met? 

It was raining in New York. I was just freshly mutated, I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I’d heard stories of mutants in New York for years by then but I guess I never believed them. I was squatted underneath a bunch of cardboard and you…

I still smile thinking about the way you fell into my life. You said you’d been dancing on the rooftops and slipped.

Dancing, while the city around you was nothing but gloom, you danced until you came tumbling into my life.

We were so happy. I was happy. And I found the place where I belonged in your arms and everything was fine. 

Late nights staying up, playing with the soft strands of hair along your scalp as you showed off drawing after drawing. Taking in the soft glow of the candles every which way. We were in our very own slice of heaven. Then you asked me to marry you and the world came to a halt.

I could’ve sworn my heart had exploded that day from my excitement…

… maybe it did.

Because we were wed and we were happy and we were- We were us! Nothing could tear us down until..

Until you said you wanted a baby.

And I was hesitant. Were we even ready for that? Was I ready for it? No.. and I said that, you understood and we waited a year and you asked again. And you looked so hopeful that I would say “Yes, I’m ready!”

But I wasn’t.

I’m still not.

But I said yes anyways and you were so excited that I convinced myself I wanted this. And that’s when we had our Masaccio…

I love him t

o the moon and back, Mikey, I really do. But I’m not ready to be his parent, and he needs someone whose ready. He needs someone who won’t grow to resent him just for being a kid. I can’t grow to resent him. 

Your family will love him, pick up the burdens that I leave behind. You will love him.

You’ve always been extraordinary, Mikey. You’ve always been as bright as the sun. I don’t want to eclipse our little planet. 

I love you, Michelangelo. 

Be brave,  Taina

Massy's Father's Day Poem

Happy Father’s Day, I say to the man who told me I was loved, Who has been there in every way, Splattered paints and shiny toys,  A happy home to grow my heart,

Happy Father’s Day, I say to the man who kept me safe, Who tended to scrapes whenever I’d play, Bruised knees and tiny cuts, A safe home to protect my heart,

Happy Father’s Day, I say to the man who lied to me, Who told me everything was okay, Ancient letters and pleas to stay, A quiet home to pierce my heart,

Happy Mother’s Day, I say to no one who cares to listen, Who left because I was too much a fray, An old photograph and mental strain, An empty home to break my heart.

[tsunamiiseas]

I present to thy, my contribution to the Pacific Rim x ROTTMNT crossover on Twitter/IG/Tumblr!

I imagine they work in two pairs; Raph and Leo pilot a mech called the Hamato Fighter while Donnie and Mikey pilot another called Metalhead! So have Chaosduo for now, not sure when I'll do Raph and Leo heho

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◇ Donatello ◇

Alongside Mikey, Donnie pilots the jaegar known as Metalhead. He was the one who made all the blueprints and features of the mech, and participated in constructing it as well. He favours logically assessing the situation first and concluding what kind of kaiju they're fighting before he decides to make a move. Sometimes he tends to go overboard, but he doesn't focus on completely killing the opposing kaiju unless it deals or has dealt harm to himself or his brothers. He likes to take any remaining remnants of the kaiju to research and examine in his lab, often tinkering and messing around with pieces of kaiju skin or flesh, much to his eldest brother's chagrin.

Although cold, sarcastic and brutal, he does care for his brothers and is especially protective of his co-pilot and youngest brother. He will do anything it takes to keep him safe. Of course, he blames himself after Mikey got significant nerve damage during one of their missions, and is currently hellbent on finding the still alive kaiju that caused it in the first place.

☆Michelangelo☆

The self-proclaimed 'wild card' of the tag team, Mikey pilots the jaegar Metalhead alongside Donnie with as much enthusiasm [and dread] as the next person. He enjoys kicking kaiju butt and yelling random catchphrases while he's at it, his favourite being "Dr. Delicate Touch sends his regards!". He was the one who put stickers all over their shared mech, as well as a few splotches and specks of paint. He enjoys accompanying Donnie in his tests regarding the pieces of kaiju they find and even helped him make breakthroughs that eventually helped fighting against newer kaiju. He prefers analyzing the fighting and behaviour pattern of the opposing kaiju and calculating an ambush or surprise attack before going for the charge.

Being the youngest he often finds himself constantly babied and overprotected by his older brothers, who worries over him not being able to protect himself in the midst of a battle. He can do so just fine though, having exceeding expectations multiple times. After gaining nerve damage in a recent mission however, he started to worry the same for himself...

♤Metalhead♤

Equipped with multiple weapons and thick armour, the jaegar Metalhead has proven itself a worthy enemy to many a kaiju. It has a retractable chain-like weapon that resembles a kusarigama and a bō-like baton that can deliver quite the shock to it's opponent, both figuratively and literally. It's thick metal coating allows it to withstand heavy blows from it's foe and deliver them back. Two of it's three arms are chunky, allowing for scale-crushing blows and punches to be delivered with ease, whilst the third arm is lighter and clawed, articulated and able to twist in order to hold back anything from behind. The third arm is operated by Mikey, and the second by Donnie, whilst the right arm is operated by both pilots. Metalhead also has big lights on it's shoulders and torpedo missiles kept within hidden compartments of it's armour, alongside a shell-like covering on it's back, which houses numerous missiles and serves as defense.

Although robust in size and well-equipped to deal with more difficult kaiju, it's 'shell' restricts mobility, requiring the mech to move upto the knees to be able to bend. It's third, clawed arm is lighter than the other two, making it easier to break or damage.

[Notes: I am not good at designing mechs, so you will see plenty of flaws! Also, the length of the kusarigama and the amount of volts generated by the baton is completely wrong, I just added them to look smart imo. The chains' length is three-fourth of Metalhead's height and the baton can generate enough electricity to stun a Catergory-3 kaiju!]