#rottmnt 40th anniversary comic

[wenzie76aster]

Still think about the fact that Leo never got to say goodbye to Splinter in that one sad Farewell timeline

[kittpunk144]

imma do draw her properly soon….

happy 40th anniversary guys!!!

Scene redraws

[atearyamallari]

Jumping on the Frida bandwagon

Because she deserves to be a little badass

[lordfreg]

happy birthday ninja turtles

Oohhhh boy. NOW i can finally write my fan fiction ahahhahhsjjjhjjjjjkkkk. remember Runna? No? Well don't worry because I forgot about her too. however. that will be in my master post. whatever.

anyway, this means a lot.

[charismakat]

am i crazy or is that the outfit from the S2 finale??

[juiceisbigman]

ROTTMNT 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMIC SPOILERS!!!!

really messy comic page i made cause my dads would be birthday is coming up and im in the feels #feelingemo

[cocacoffee]

spoilers for TMNT 40th anniversary comics!!

holy bunch-o-balloons, I just got my copy of the 40th anniversary comics for TMNT and woah. me, @theodddinosaur, and @grand-cany0n read it together curling lunch while watching the movie so double trauma (huzzah!!!). anyways grand was gonna cry cuz splinter is their favorite character cuz, well.. yknow what happens to him. and also Frida is my new bae I luv her I want more of her NOW 💥💥💥💥 happy to have introduced odd dino to this amazing fandom.

(also might be writing a fiction and posting it here.. who knows??)

[3ic95id864pg]

Mona lisa 💙🌌 (request made by @nickkcha)

[celestiall-ghost]

I wrote some more on the idea of Leo getting lost in the galaxy after his portals go screwy in the 40th anniversary comic.

Find part 1 here if you haven't read it!

...

It wasn't home.

Like every portal before it in the past 21 hours, it wasn't home.

But it was...somewhere.

Tinny white lights cast a gentle glow on chestnut wood, illuminating rows upon rows of crystalline glasses.

A radiator hummed from somewhere, and country music played like static from the radio on the counter. There were bottles there; a familiar smell that was aged and pungent. A line of unstable stools lined up in front of it with a small sign reading:

'Sit Down! Have a drink!'

Leo sheathed his sword, obediently pulling out a seat and settling himself in it. The wood creaked beneath his weight, but the country music didn't once hiccup.

The music wasn’t in English, so this wasn't home.

It wasn't in...any language Leo recognized.

He set his elbows on the wooden counter of the bar, staring into the blurry pattern of the grain.

"You alright there, mate?"

Leo lifted his head like it was the last thing he wanted to do (because it was) and fixed a dead stare upon the figure.

He was tall but stout, heavy-set in the shoulders, but curved in a way that wasn't quite human. He wasn't quite yokai either, but Leo really wasn't in the mood to decide. He didn't respond, sinking his cheek against the counter with a sigh.

"That bad?" The stranger remarked. Leo heard the clink of glass on glass, then glass on wood. "Would ya like a drink?" A cup slid towards him, shot-sized with an angular design carved into the glass. Silver-brown liquid shivered in its walls.

"I'm seventeen." Leo muttered, poking the glass. The concave meniscus of the liquid sloshed out of balance, and Leo enjoyed the slight scuffing noise the bottom of the cup made across the counter.

"Ah, my mistake. How'd you get in here, then?" A hand grabbed the drink from Leo’s reach and he heard the floorboards creak as the figure reached back up to the shelves behind the counter. He had pale orange skin. One point for yokai.

After a moment, something small and cool slid against the back of one of Leo's hands, and he jolted up, watching the stranger cap off a black marker. He brought his hand up to his eyes, studying the new black 'x' that was now marked in with ink.

"What’s that for?" Leo asked, curious.

The bartender gave a sideways smile. Leo blinked, realizing it was sideways because of discolored scarring that marred one side of his lips. "It's a minor mark, so the other tappers know not to serve you anything hard. And so the other patrons know, too." He looked around as if there were other people there with them. As he sat up, Leo realized this must've been an offshoot from a bigger bar-space, and now his hearing could distantly pick up the sound of pool balls clacking together, the far away buzzing of conversations and louder music coming through the walls. "Shirley Temple?"

Leo propped himself back onto his elbows. He silently shook his head.

The bartender gave another crooked grin, busying himself with setting away the collection of bottles that filled the counter. He wiped his hands, leaning over to change the station on the radio. It buzzed as he rolled the wheel, fizzling through static before it played a new country song, this time in English. Leo sighed again, eyes back on the wood.

"Could you tell me where I am?" He finally asked.

The bartender was wiping down glasses, but he paused. "Paulie's. Best bar in the galaxy, if you ask me." There was an airiness to his words, but he didn't quite scoff in disbelief. "You're in a private bar suite. I asked how you got in here, but you didn't answer. Are you yourself not sure?"

Leo remained silent, drawing a finger lazily along the counter.

The bartender went back to wiping out the glass.

"Where is this place...in the galaxy?" Leo clarified after a moment.

The bartender looked up, now obviously stunned. "Do you not know how you got on...Tichi?"

"Is that a name for something?" Leo asked tiredly.

The bartender's forhead crinkled. "It's the name of this planet."

A different...planet? Pizza Supreme, Leo wasn't even on Earth anymore! He shifted his stance, pressing the balls of his palms against his closed eyes. "Do you know where Earth is in relation to..." What was the name of the planet? He'd just said it; Teechee? Tiki? "...here?" He met the stranger's eyes, really taking him in now.

He was pale orange and speckled, the darker orange flecks giving the guise of a 5-o-clock shadow around his jaw (except for the parts where the scars discolored it) and there were small antennae sticking out from his head. His dark orange hair was shorn messily short, but his apron was clean and he wore his plaid-blue sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Beneath his first set of arms, Leo found yet another, and he was surprised by how natural the bartender managed to move with them. Looking at his own plastron, four arms seemed like it would've been a nightmare.

"Earth?" The stranger set one hand to his chin, the other three resting at different spots along his hips. "That's mighty far, mate."

Part 1

[thejadecount]

Man haven’t read the actual 40th anniversary ROTTMNT comic yet but from what I’m hearing it’s going to be HILARIOUS watching every canon-compliant AU desperately trying to add all this in and explaining what siblings X and Y were doing when and where and why

[screwtoy]

HEAR YE FUCKING HEAR YE TO THE FEW PEOPLE THAT CARE:

I have posted a new, original fanfic on my Ao3 account! It’s called The Human and the Hare!

It takes major plot points from the ROTTMNT 40th Anniversary comic, so if you don’t want to get spoiled, don’t read it.

BUT if you don’t care for spoilers, I basically explain the two important plot points in the beginning notes of the first chapter

IT CONTAINS EVERYTHING A TCESTER COULD LOVE

Romance! Thrills! Gore! Murder! Cannibalism!

But, what’s this, *GASP* PLOT?!?!?!?

(Murder mystery? New characters?!? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT? PLOT TWISTS?!?!)

I only have the first chapter posted, so stay tuned for more! I will do my best to update it weekly or bi-weekly.

Check it out if you’re interested!!!!

[wenzie76aster]

Rottmnt 40th anniversary spoilers

Already read the comic but someone pointed out that the first sentence is twenty years “from today”. This could mean the present day turtles are in the year 2024, so a few years after the end of the film.

Or, it could mean today as in the same year everything took place, just a couple months after. Idk they dont look that different from how they looked in the film so I’m really not sure.

[los-ninos-tortugas]

propose that since the general consensus is that the turtle sister is named frida that the brother we didn't get to see should now be the one named after a work of art rather than an artist.

propose that he's named david. david the teenage mutant ninja turtle. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Frida and David.

[atearyamallari]

Here's a little WIP of the cover art I'm making for my fic based on the rottmnt 40th anniversary comic. You can read the first chapter of my fic here.

What's gonna go in those blank spaces? A little hint of Leo's adventures? We'll find out >:)

[celestiall-ghost]

"For merely dreaming we were snow..."

I wrote a little bit on this concept! (Wanted to write like the first bit of time after he realized that he couldn’t get home)

Leo was familiar with dipping a toe into other worlds. Like how he read Jupiter Jim comics when he wanted to get away from it all, or when he watched a movie to get out of his head, or the very first time he portaled to San Diego.

He sat on the beach and moped because he wanted to be left alone. He did.

Didn't he?

Other worlds never lasted long enough; Leo would always have to return to the one he belonged in soon enough, accepted by wide arms. Even if those arms were sometimes angry or disappointed.

He could never stay away too long. A boomerang, Hueso had once called him, because he always came back even if he was thrown out.

His family would always remind him that escaping like that wouldn't help him, because even though Leo could go anywhere he would still be stuck.

And they were right. All the other worlds never did Leo any good. No matter how lavish or distracting, how enticing or all-encompassing, they didn't compare to the one he had.

Other worlds just weren't...home.

...

The first ten minutes were agony.

Rip, slice, cut, glow, rip, rip again, cut the universe open until it could bring him back, please.

Please.

Leo’s arms grew sore as he pulled them up again, forcing the sword into the air again, and again, and again.

No matter how many portals he split, he couldn't get back home. He opened them sideways, and longways, and upside down, and inside out. He opened them with his sword, then he shattered it, rebuilt it, and tried again.

It didn't bring him home.

He didn't pay attention to where the portals were taking him, it didn't matter if it wasn't home. It wasn't home if it wasn't colorful mask tails and green skin, or the hugging kiss of sunlight across the rooftops, or the ratty robe of his...of Dad.

Leo slashed the blade into space, tears streaming down his face. Bring me home, please, bring me home.

Within five hours, Leo began to lose hope. Something was wrong with him. Something was wrong with his portals. Something had happened, and he couldn't get home.

He threw the stupid chunk of metal on the ground and screamed at it till his voice was hoarse. Then he cried a bit more, curling up against his knees.

After a while, his eyes crusted up. The world felt less.

He stood, and picked up his sword.

He swung it in a line in front of himself, and walked through it. Blue enveloped his body in a single second, and he had stepped through.

It wasn't home.

Like every portal before it in the past 21 hours, it wasn't home.

But it was...somewhere.

Part 2

“…humming a tune.”

I am very unwell about alternate Leo.

(Song: 'Dream Sweet in Sea Major' by Miracle Musical)

[mackself]

so that comic huh