#i'm so sorry qwq

[itzzaira]

bumping into a kraang sure will make for an interesting camp story

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May I just say that your oc looks so cool before I start this story?! Djbakabana I feel bad for her qwq

(I tried to find everything I could to make sure I am speaking about the right character, because for some reason I am worried this isn't Wince-? I am so so sorry if I got it wrong, please let me know if I did and I will change it right away-)

Sadly, Wince met my dear Donnie, who isn't very... stable, right now.

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Donnie already had been at this camp for long enough.

Don't get him wrong, he was sure his counterparts were just as amazing as he was and normally he would be going insane with joy at seeing so many versions of himself- oh all the questions he could ask, all the theories he could prove, brainstorm with turtles just as smart as himself-

Right now though...

He had stuff to do.

He had Dragons track. He had a little more to keep an eye on (Mikey woke YESTERDAY for god's sake he shouldn't be here) he had a twin brother to kill (Leo I swear to the gods if you disappear again-)

Currently, he was just trying to get back to their cabin, having ran away from Donatello and Raphael, on his phone, and writing down everything he had to keep in mind. His counterpart and Michelangelo's counterpart needed bandage changes, he needed to check on Mikey, make sure Raph's eye is alright, kill Leo again, try and get back home somehow-

He bumped into someone.

The softshell groaned, his phone screen hitting his face- okay, maybe he should stop typing and walking at the same time. "Ugh, I apolo-"

He looked up.

And his heart stopped.

That... that was-

That armour. That color. That oh-so-familiar, piercing, ice cold yellow eye-

"Oh, it is quite alright!"

How did they get out?!

Usually, Donnie would have responded. Usually, he would have introduced himself.

Usually.

But usually, it wasn't Kraang he oh-so-casually bumped into, so in hie opinion, he didn't have to react normal either.

Well. Actually. Donnie didn't react at all. He just... stared.

"Are you alright?" The other camper- Kraang Kraang that is KRAANG- looked concerned now, lowering their arms and reaching down-

-to his shoulders to rip him out of the ship, feeling the tentacles detach from his shell, leaving marks and scars and bleeding and screaming-

He didn't think. He just reacted.

The turtle jumped back, bo-staff in his hands at once and pointed at the enemy, breathing sloppy and harsh- he didn't hear the concerned calls of his name, the shouts to lower his weapon, the voices telling him everything was alright-

All he could think was that single thought.

Not again.

His ninpo flickered- unstable, unbalanced, he couldn't feel Leo, he couldn't feel Dad, Mikey and Raph were weak and about to break no no no-

He- no! He couldn't- this wasn't- he hid the key! How did they get out?! Why?! Donnie wasn't ready!

He couldn't lose his brothers again.

He hadn't been ready, he hadn't been enough- again.

Arms grabbed his shoulders and the softshell screamed, kicking his legs and trying to get out, get free, defend defend defend he wouldn’t let them take his brothers not again not again-

"Man calm down!" Raphael. That was Raphael. He had found him? When, how- didn't matter, why was he holding Donnie why wasn't he fighting the monsters-

"I'm sorry about him." His counterpart said on the other side, looking awkwardly between Donnie and Kraang- his voice was gentle. Why was it gentle? Kraang got out! "It's nothing personal, we'll get him back to his brothers- very nice to meet you, Ma'am."

His ninpo flickered once more. Unstable. Broken.

They were going to take his brothers again. No, no, he wouldn’t let Leo be taken, he wouldn’t let Mikey die, he wouldn’t let Raph go after his brothers alone-

-If you had been ready, this wouldn’t have happened. If you had been smart enough, you could have prevented Kraang coming back! Maybe, if you had been enough, Leo wouldn’t have sacrificed himself!

Maybe, Raph wouldn’t have been lost, alone, with one working eye and gone savage!

Maybe Mikey wouldn’t have slipped into a coma with broken arms, forced to open a portal that killed him in another lifetime-

You got outsmarted Donatello.

"Just breathe, dammit!" Raphael's shout cut through his thoughts- the hotheaded turtle was shaking him, sounding panicked, while Donatello, with a final apology to the other, ran over to the two.

"We're at the camp, remember?" His counterpart shushed, not daring to touch the other- Raphael was holding him in a very snug (cough cough gentle) hold anyway. "Your Leo is fine. He's at the cabin with Mikey, remember?"

...Camp-? The camp.

Donnie froze for a moment. He held his breath, mind working a hundred miles an hour.

...Camp. Right. With their counterparts. Kraang had counterparts now?

Of course they did. It never said it was just turtles. Ice Cream Kitty had counterparts here too, so why wouldn’t Kraang?

And Donnie-

...had been too stupid to even think of the possibility.

You got outsmarted anyway.

"There we go." Raphael sighed, patting his back. "Breathe. Like that."

If this is the way you react to danger you're all doomed, Othello.

His knees buckled- but luckily, his brother's counterpart was quick to catch him, holding him surprisingly gentle. "It's fine, you're fine-"

"How about we go back to the cabin, huh?" Donatello offered, looking around. "...Pretty sure your Raph would love to give you a hug."

"..." the youngest nodded, burying his face in Raphael's shoulder. The older turtle sighed, held him a bit tighter, then picked him up. "It's fine, Don."

"...We should warn the others about the counterparts, it's not fair to this Kraang-"

"-Let's just be glad that baby blue wasn't the one to meet them, god knows how he would react-"

They were speaking. Donnie knew they were speaking. They said other stuff. Maybe to him too. But he didn’t hear it.

If that had been his Kraang. If he had reacted the way he did now. Shell knew what in the world Kraang would have done to his brothers. Again.

His ninpo flickered a final time.

You failed again, Donatello.

[phyriaxi]

lappy alter lappy alter lappy alter !!!

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CW: Panic attack, musophobia, and scratches!!

everything's okay...

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DCA! Serial Killer AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja & @moonlit-dreamers

This comic is not canon to the AU!! This is just made for fun :)

[bibyshitsuji24k]

Daisy

In the Victorian Era, daisies symbolized innocence, loyalty, and an ability to keep things secret.

yikes

[dragon-seahorse]

My roommates and I started to watch Hilda Again last night and I remembered how much I LOVED Alfur so I sketched Kunikida hanging out with him

[shakooo]

I would just like to say that i love your art! your art style is amazing! That's all, have a happy day and stay hydrated!

AAAAAAWW THANK YOU SO MUUUCHH🥹💗💗 you don't know how much i appreciate each and every one of your words TTvTT!!! and of course i always have my glass of water with me 😌‼️

[kumaronoa]

pretty

[mysandwichranaway]

@thehuntyhunties i'm absolutely losing my mind at the flower dance.

[casualblacklight]

Wanted a new header and made another one of those 'shadow only' pics for it ♡

[itzzaira]

Hey! This is TMNT: Children of the Sky Mikey and Leo from Cabin 16 with a survey: who's the most artistic member of your AU/iteration's family?

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Mikey smiled brightly. None of his brothers were around right now- Michelangelo and Leo had been driving Raphael insane while Donnie and Raph slept. He had no idea where Donatello had gone-

And Mikey had been the first person to hear they would be holding a craft fair.

A.

Craft.

Fair.

He had only woken up a couple days ago and this was the absolute best thing he could wake up to!! Well, other than Leo being alive- that had been a tad bit nicer.

Right now, he was looking at this mini-version of himself and his brothers- so tiny!! So adorable! And they looked so cool!!! -and the box turtle couldn't help but notice that none of his counterparts had stickers. Ohhh he should make stickers during the fair and give them to all versions of himself! Because he was nice like that.

"Hey! We're taking a survey! Who's your most artistic family member?"

"Come on, there's gotta be other artistic Leo's right?"

Well. If the destruction Leo could cause in a kitchen counted, consider him the biggest artist of all. But alas.

Mikey hated to disappoint this tiny version of his brother, but not his fault Leo just didn't have it. He smiled sweetly, holding out his hand. "Well-"

-only for the limb to immediately cramp up, muscle freezing and spasming, his fingers getting stuck in that position and ow-

"Ow!" He hissed, immediately pulling his back to squeeze it with his (thankfully pain-free) other hand. He saw the concerned expressions on the other turtles, but smiled anyway. "I'm fine, this is fine-"

Was it?

This was new.

Granted, the mystic scars were new altogether, and they had ached, that was true. But the random pain as soon as he moved his hand was new.

He tried to flex his fingers- nope, fingers didn't respond.

He tried to move his arm- nuh-uh, hurt, ow ow ow-

He couldn't- his hand was stuck.

Slowly, the pain faded away. Mikey opened his eyes that he had apparently closed, then slowly, carefully, let go of his arm. It still tingled, but it didn't hurt anymore. That was... odd.

"Are you okay?" The other Mikey asked again, relaxing and smiling again once they saw the pain fading away- this time, however, the box turtle didn't smile. He looked confused.

Surely, if something was wrong with his hands, Donnie would have found it by now?

Like, okay, he thought, as he held his arm a bit closer to his face. He couldn't move his fingers still. The muscles were cramped, and it bothered him, and his hands were hard to use sometimes, that is true- but he was still the artist of the family! That was his thing! Even if his hands hurt, and they cramped up, and wouldn't... move...

No!

Okay, sure, he hadn't exactly drawn ever since he woke up from his coma, but talent doesn't just disappear!

Who needs hands to draw anyway?! Mikey didn't! He just struggled to hold stuff, dropped items all the time and couldn't touch anyone other then his brothers or else it hurt! That wouldn’t stop...

...

A look of horror appeared on his face as the realization sunk in.

You need working hands to make art.

Currently, Mikey's hands shook so much that he hadn't even been able to hold his own cup so he could have a drink. It had taken him three tries back home before he had been able to grab a spoon to eat ice cream, only to immediately drop it afterward. He didn't even want to imagine the chaos of holding paints would cause.

He... wouldn’t be able to draw anymore? The one thing he was good at? He wouldn’t be able to do anything anymore?!

As if failing to open the portal- twice- wasn't enough! He fails to open a portal, he had help from Donnie and Raph and still couldn't keep it open. He isn't smart, he's not quiet, he's definitely not the best ninja and most certainly wasn't the leader-

He cooked. He made art. That was the one thing he was good for.

Mikey's breath hitched. In cold horror, he stared at his bandaged hands.

His shaking, ugly, useless hands.

What good was he for if he couldn't make art?

Well. The answer was simple. He wasn't. Just lime how he couldn't protect Leo, or Raph, or Donnie- not to mention, his stupid hands caused this pain to his family.

His hands were the reason Michelangelo and Donatello had burnwounds.

His hands were the reason Leonardo cracked his shell open getting thrown against a wall.

His hands were the reason the Purple Dragons were even able to hurt them so bad.

His hands were the reason they lost Raph and caused him to go savage-

His hands were the reason Leo was lost.

His ears rang.

Ever since he was little 'But at least I can do art' he had told himself. 'I may not be smart, or strong, but I can cook. I can make art. That's my talent. No one else's. Mine.'

...But it wasn't his talent anymore, was it?

"Mikey?" He snapped out of it when the other Leo called his name- ohh the kids looked terrified. Crap. Oh no. "Are you okay?"

"Raph." He answered quickly, the haunted look on his face disappearing, trying to look happy again as he lowered his arms, unable to meet their gaze. "Uhm- not my Raph. Raphael. The angry box turtle with a crack in his carapace. He's the most artistic family member." Because Mikey sure as heck wasn't. Not anymore.

"Is something-"

"I gotta go." He didn't want to scare these kids any more than he already had, so Mikey smiled as brightly as he could manage, turned around, heart pounding as he tried to run- but stumbled instead, as fast as he could, away from there.

He shouldn't bring his stupid hands and ruin the craft fair.

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[ne0nwithazero]

I'm curious, who between Rouxls and Klieg first brought up the idea of having Lava?

This is going to sound bad but I can't shake the feeling that Lava was an accident baby :'D

Maybe they had talked about it previously but it was a thing they kept putting off, mostly because they had no idea what a kid between them would even look like and there were some concerns that it was a dangerous game of genetics lottery

I drew this a while back as a joke but I was way too embarrassed about posting it LMAO But it's close to the reaction :'D

There were some doubts :') Klieg has always been very "Ew children" but he kind of grows out of that eventually, and hearing they're having a baby, he's just scared he'll be a jerk again and starts creating all these dramatized nightmare scenarios in his head

Rouxls is kind of used to his dramatic outbursts and knows to distinguish between the serious and the overreacting ones. This outburst is... in the middle.

But he still trusts Klieg enough to know they can both handle this. Like despite everything, I think Rouxls really does like kids and Lancer already stays with him so often, maybe he'd want to have a kid too, and Klieg has entertained the idea <3

Afterall, Klieg gets along well enough with Lancer and Tenna and the Fun Gang, despite how much he claims that he's terrible at dealing with kids, Rouxls very much thinks he's coming up with excuses

idk, a mature conversation later, they decide they want to keep the baby QwQ It's just that there was a lot of emotional preparing for it (and baby-proofing the house with child-friendly puzzles)

I guess it's a feeling of being scared of being a parent because what if you don't like the kid? It's not the kid's fault and you don't want to mess them up :( They were both nervous but very excited about it ;v;

No matter what, it's impossible to feel ready until it actually happens :'D Lucky for them, at least Lava won the genetics lottery

It's the context for this and why Klieg's immediate reaction to seeing their babi is going panic mode hiding LOL He definitely admires Rouxls for seeming as ready as he is

In the end, they both turn out into weird fun dads to a dear sweet precious Elavabelle "Water Bear" Lightkaard (tHAT SURNAME IS A JOKE, but part of me is shuddering and going "...Is it...?")

...what was the question again?

[ikamigami]

every time I see a new post of yours it's a surprise

I hope that it's a nice surprise for you 😭

Or that at least that means I'm not boring he he

[mortellanarts]

Some little guys for a local con I'm attending next week :3

[rei-is-hiding]

Still loving your art so much! <3 The modern AU's are lovely! If I may make another request; Azula being comforted by Regina from Once Upon A Time!

Also, you do so many requests for so many people so I thought that I would make you an offer; if you have a mini-one shot request, I would love to write something for you!

thank you so muuch for liking my art, it means a lot!! <3

wait omg you would write for me? i'm so HONORED aaaaah, you're really kind, i'm very grateful for your offer! 😳💕 i would be happy to read anything about Mai, if it's still okay for you ~

[illdothehotvoice]

🔥

I like to think Sans and Papyrus live with Toriel and Frisk post pacifist!

I feel like there's actually a lot of evidence supporting it in post pacifist content (the fact that Sans and Toriel seem to always be interrupting each other's stories, Toriel packing Papyrus' lunch every day, Toriel buying pizza luchables because Sans asked her to, the whole thing about Sans standing outside in the cold just to make his hands cold and touch Toriel's face, etc.) ALSO it's just sweet and cute and AUUGH. One of my favorite neutral endings is the Exiled Queen ending (but specifically the one where Papyrus is still alive) because Sans and Papyrus live with Toriel in the Ruins and help her protect humans and I think it'd be nice if that was reflected in True Pacifist qwq.

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I know they'd have to interact more first but I'm quite curious on if Saturn has a kid with knuckles

Mixing practically a space god with an echidna that can control the master emerald. I think it'd be pretty cool

✧ If they had a kid meme | @sxturn-bxrs ✧

Name: Cassiopeia

Gender: Non-binary (they/them)

General Appearance: Echidna Hybdrid with a longer and fluffier tail, spiked knuckles, and long claws; Rosewood quills (#5c0002), Vanilla Ice chest floof, horns, and tips (#efd7d7), Chashmere skin tone (#e6c29e). Wears their quills long and with golden rings, the tuff at the top of their head is slicked back and in a mohawk like style with a few strands hanging in their face. Aqua Squeeze colored eyes (#e6f6f6) with black sclera.

Personality: Is very quiet and like their space, can come off as a bit grumpy and a little stand-offish with others. They tend to be a loner. Can be very blunt with their words and have a sassy mouth but underneath that they can be kind and gentle. Strong sense of justice.

Special Talents: Super Strength, Chaos Control, Energy Sensing, Shadow Portals, and Star-Based Powers.

Who they like better: They love both their parents; but tend to favor Nathan/Saturn

Who they take after more: Knuckles

Personal Head Canon: Hates anything sour, loves knitting, has a knack for baking, loves stargazing and knowledgeable about astrology, loves spelunking in caves and unknown ruins, loves singing, hates mornings and is a night owl, prefers winter, and can mimic other's voices. They're also very fluent in multiple languages and can pick them up pretty quickly; a trait they share with their father Knuckles. They also like metalwork and tinkering with mechanics, especially motorcycles.

Face Claim: N/A