#s: leonardo

[kathaynesart]

Beachball jumpscare!

Summer is almost here! So it's the perfect timing to release my submission for the @turtlestogetherzine! I wanted to draw the boys having a good time in my neck of the woods. I think they'd flourish in SoCal (albeit our pizza does kind of suck, but hey, Leo can port when needed).

The leftovers sale for the Turtles Together Zine is now going live so if you're still interested, be sure to check it out HERE. It was such an honor to be a guest on it and is filled with so many amazing artists and writers! You will not be disappointed!

[areadboar]

2. A memory of their father

Dimitri has many wonderful memories of his father but the earliest one is from when he was around 3 or four years old.

Little dimitri was crawling around on the rug in front of the hearth of the family room. He’d been making attempts to walk all week, pulling himself up to his feet taking a couple of wobbly steps then falling in his butt again.

“How’s my little lion club doing?” lambert asked, bending down to speak to his son. He leant his Lance against the wall nearby. “Daddy” dimitri cooed back in a determined tone.

Leaning forwards, the Prince grabbed the front of his fathers robes and pulled himself to his feet again. “Well done Dimitri” Lambert praise “How about trying to walk”

Looking around Dimitri spotted the legendary Lance and set off towards it. He was close when he started to stumble but before falling he reached out and grabbed the shaft. Using it to retighten himself, Dimitri pulled it closer then used it like a stick to make his way back to his father.

Reaching the king, he was swept up in a giant hug. “Look at you go!” His father laughed cuddling his son close. “When you can walk without the Lance, we can look to training you with one” he joked.

It was only the vaguest memory but dimitri could still recall the warmth from the fire and his fathers hug. Now the Lance was his but it still felt like his fathers weapon supporting him like back then.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I learned something new just before bed.

Goddamn I am late for the party.

[leonardospoetry]

You can’t save someone  out of their own lives.

[yorshie]

[fanonisthenewcanon]

had to get this idea outta my noggin

you can’t tell me this wouldn’t happen

OMO!Leonardo by @threestripeslider

[idiot-mushroom]

~

a lot of bad things happen before things get better…

it’s that how it always happens?

i’m insane over my turtlz

[u3pxx]

fuck it i guess we're making our own little gay tmnt 2012 rework now

[egg04]

Something happened in my brain and now

[rhinocio]

who the heck learned you

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何が起こっている?! (nani ga okotte iru) - What is happening?! / What's going on?!

それはスコルピオントレッドミル!! (sore wa sokorupion toreddomiru) - It's the Scorpion Treadmill!!

この二人に乗せてのトレッドミルです. (kono futari ni nosete no toreddomiru desu) - It's the treadmill for these two (people). / Put these two (people) on the treadmill. "The boys' accents suggest that they probably learned English first and speak it best, and Splints has been pretty clear that he doesn't really want anything to do with his roots as a Hamato, so I don't imagine he spoke to them in Japanese very much as a way of distancing them from all that. But the reality shows seem to always be on--I wonder how much of the language the boys picked up just because of the background ambience? Like, maybe they can understand Japanese better than they can speak it, and their lexicon is just… the weirdest friggin' shit, because of all that reality TV. They don't know how to ask "where's the bathroom?" they know how to say "I can't believe that man on the treadmill got eaten to death by scorpions""

[s0fti3w1tch]

DOUBLE-HANDED BACKHAND SWING

Context: TD!Leo/Trainee jumped out of the bleachers after SLAU!Leo/One (@dianagj-art) turned a Mystic Tot (@thr-333's AU) into a baseball

Aftermath:

w/ @trubblegumm's BloodBath Leo, @thr-333's Mystic Tots Leo (little cameo with the rest of the turtles and Splints), @gemini-forest's Coin Toss Michael

Below cut, first drawing w/o the blur and vfx

[noirleo]

confessions pt. 2

(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)

leonardo

leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.

nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.

leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.

when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.

so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.

you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.

evidently not.

“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.

for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.

how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.

“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.

“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.

“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.

“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.

his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.

“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”

he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.

leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.

“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.

“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.

“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”

he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?

did it matter?

“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.

“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.

he wanted that something to be you.

he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.

you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.

“leo?”

the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.

you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.

“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”

his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.

“leo. shut up.”

it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.

he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.

the others could wait a little longer.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

A not so friendly reminder that in the 90's, the turtles went on a tour, known as the "Coming Out Of Their Shells Tour".

Yes, this was real. No, I've not heard any of their songs. No, this is not what Bayverse Mikey references when he talks about their Christmas album.

But I have to admit, Donnie did have some moves.

No for real guys. They were on Oprah with this...

[leonardospoetry]

And if someday  the uncertainty of this world  becomes too overwhelming,  I hope you remember  that some mysteries  aren’t meant to be solved,  they’re meant  to be lived.

[that1notetaker]

Headcanon that Donnie's genius's capabilities extend to anything he finds fun and nothing else.

[lordfreg]

A wonderful commission for @thesafireartist ! Thank you so much! 💚💙