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[joyfullyfullcreator]

TMNT Villains References: Oroku Saki/Shredder = Mesin Penghancur Kertas Shredder Anton Zeck/Bebop = Inosuke Hashibira with boar mask (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Owen Rockstead/Rocksteady = Minuman Sinde Larutan Penyegar Cap Badak #teenagemutantninjaturtles #tmnt #teenagemutantninjaturtles1987 #tmnt1987 #shredder #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #mesinpenghancurkertas #kimetsunoyaiba #inosukehashibira #larutanpenyegarcapbadak https://www.instagram.com/p/CkxSyPGPAdA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[andrevaz-art]

The TMNT series continues with Bebop ! Don't hesitate to leave a comment or follow if you like the art. Next to be drawn : Casey Jones Who you'll like too see next ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #bebop #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #tmntraph #tmntmickey #tmntdonnie #tmntleo #tmntsplinter #tmntapril #charadesign #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CV3O-hQsilq/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mantismanbrando-blog]

My 3rd. Wave of TMNT from Super7 came in the mail for me today!!!!!!! :) <3 #tmnt #super7 #nickelodeon #tmntmikey #tmntapril #tmntrocksteady #tmntmetalhead (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSxcTcisGas/?utm_medium=tumblr

[badgerlordstudios]

Day 24 of #inktober2020 sketch cards is Rocksteady from TMNT. Each sketch card is 3.5in by 2.5in and are for sale $15 each. #tmnt #tmntfanart #tmntart #tmntrocksteady #rocksteady #teenagemutantninjaturtles #80s #80scartoons #fanart #art #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #illustration #sketchcards #sketchcard #sketchcardartist #sketchcardart #artcards #artcard #artcardsforsale #instaart #instaartist #instaartwork #inktober #badgerlordstudios #ctartist https://www.instagram.com/p/CGuzrG6Bifc/?igshid=19uwss1uzq32s

[twilightpony4]

HomeFront: 34. Breakout

Isolated; Been cut off from any further contact from the people around them. Routine checks came accordingly at least three times a day with an eight-hour difference between each one. There was no cure for them yet nor was there need for any strict security to be kept on them. The only company around was each other. Previously, their shaken actions mellowed out in a day. Some say that it has completely blown over, unlike the other half, who believe it was only the beginning. Somewhere in the mutation process, they've done something incorrectly. The turtles were injected with mutagen as well, yet they survived 16 years as mutants. Maybe it was because they were injected with pure mutagen while their victims fed off the traces of the alien substance from their bloodstream? Stockman had yet to test out the theory. In the meantime, the troubled mutants, all four, were kept to themselves. No exercise was provided due to them being in a quarantine zone. The only human- mutant contact administered was when they slipped their meals under the door or held them down to take recent samples of blood and skin scrapes. All the while seeming normal, the patients continued to think improperly. Tokah and Rahzar: there was barely a difference. Primitive, their minds were, yet now they have seemed to lost all their knowledge of understanding or speaking simple English words and phrases they were obligated to learn. Whenever somebody went in, they were the dangerous group to see. Not only unintelligent, but very animalistic. Rahzar wanted to attack as they backed him to a corner. A couple strikes with the cattle prods would tire him out for them to give him a tranquilizer shot. Tokah, although immobile mostly, was harder to see. Once someone made eye contact with him, he knew they were out to seek him. Slickly, his arms and legs sucked into their compartments of the inside of his shell. If his pointed-edged, hard shell couldn't deter you, the fearing thought of coming close to his head will. Remember, this is a snapping turtle we are talking about. The common snapper removes fingers with ease. Harboring an uncooperative one who happened to be 8 feet tall in height that had a jaw hinge-action equivalent to a hippo was no skip in the park. One brave figure will try to distract him while another brave soul could sneak behind and jump on the back edge of his shell firmly( the only place the turtle’s flexible neck couldn't reach). Only then could his tranquilizer be administered from the exposed skin. Their next door neighbors, although easier to handle, were in no better shape than they were. The two were able to speak after their paralysis, but their thoughts were quite unclear. Everyday, one would observe how they would seek one another's comfort when the walls felt like they were “caving in” or that the containment drove them crazy. With the time they spent under these two’s control formally, they distinctly remember the bitterness the pig showed the rhino. At times, they would notice that he took kindly to the less-than-smart mutant only because of his abilities and knowledge of firearms. Sure, he would use his stupidity for his own needs, but that kind of behavior was expected from a rotten individual who used to be Jazz Rollins. Lately, it wasn't a surprise that the pig would scoot closer and whisper to the rhinoceros who cradled his stumpy legs in his arms with a nervous look on his face. If they didn't know any better, they could have sworn that they have thought of each other as old friends. They were always together in the tiny room( meaning they wished to be together), told stories of things they used to do with each other (probably figments of their corrupted memories and imaginations), they even had a little catchphrase that they used very often: “My man”. Strange, indeed. At the moment, the pig sat in the corner, facing the cramped angle. Given his large body, he was a good distance away to keep from being cast from it. There, he shook and rocked. Recently, his head began to spin. Normally, the rhino would have attempted to show him solace, but who would do so for himself? The buzz didn't make him bash his head into the ground, but rather rock it up and down like an anxious horse. With the rotation and lack of surveillance cameras inside the room, the staff looked upon them poorly for no one suspected a thing. “We need to get out.” The pig whispered through his sickness. His friend, although annoyed with the buzzing in his head, quit his frequent rocks to give him a genuine nod. He stood up from the cemented floor; the raging brown eyes locked onto the direction of the door. Rocksteady took a moment to pause. His mouth and nostrils partook in a series of spasms until he rode them out by flicking his head. Suddenly, he took off. His large, mutant body slammed against the door. A nice fitting dent that took the shape of his folded arm made an impression, but didn't do a thing to unlock it. The rhino stumbled backwards in ugly steps before hastily making another thrust. A bigger dent; no avail. Bebop, watching from the corner, rolled onto his side and stretched out his legs. The added extension pushed his flabby body away from the wall. Once he was a safe distance away, he rolled to his side and pushed himself up. Legs of jelly, he wobbled. Both were uneasy, acting as if some sort of mysterious drug messed with their neurological systems. The sense seemed to be beaten out of the grey animal as he stood there, eyeing the one thing in his way of help. Bebop swayed and stumbled over his shoes as he tried to grab his friend. “I, help.” He muttered under his breath. The added weight of his arm dragging his shoulder down caught the rhino off guard. He could have almost elk if he hadn't reacted in time. Rocksteady swung his head to face Bebop on his shoulder. He gave a nod, but didn't realize his muzzle smacked into the pig’s face. It was a little numb after all. The contact didn't hurt too much, especially when he saw the rhino nod. A haughty snort vibrated through his ringed snout whose temporary pain diminished. A silent count was put in place; both rocked their bodies in sync to make sure they were to take off at the same time. 1...2...3… the large mutants charged towards the door. With skulls meant to bash into items, the door didn't stand a chance with a third assault done by two large animals. Metal crashed and scraped against the cemented wall, tipping over and scratching the floor beneath it with great alarm. Simultaneously, a different type of alarm went off. White lights flashed along the hallway, giving off a haunting song. The pitch and demeanor was excruciating. Both knew that it meant they should run away from whatever trouble had been caused, yet it was hard to think straight. Their thick hands clasped against their little ears that heard the sharpest and quietest of sounds. “Come!” Bebop took off down the hall. Truthfully, he did not know where he was going, but he wanted to get away from the screaming alarm badly. Unable to know any better (and not wanting to be alone), Rocksteady stumbled behind him with his elbows sticking out from his head. “What happened?!” A scientist demanded as she sprinted towards the main monitor. The lights and sounds were just as fantastic in the lab as it were in the halls. A higher ranked foot soldier was at the helm, trying to regain control of the situation. “The mutant’s room door was triggered.” He explained as he searched the cameras for where they may be. “They've escaped.” “Which ones?” “Bebop and Rocksteady. Tokah and Rahzar are still contained. But, look!” He stopped to see through the camera in the hallway in front of the animal’s room. In the corner, you could see the door ripped off of its hinges by their next door neighbors. There was movement on the door holding the wolf and snapper. It was rhythmic, like they were trying to escape as well. “We need a team to keep those two from escaping.” “Where are they?” She inquired. His mouth gaped open, finger continuously tapping the muse to change to different cameras. Hopefully, this way, he can get just a glimpse of where they possibly could be. “I don't know.” he admitted, still clicking. The woman looked shocked and offended. It confused the soldier. He’d probably analyze why she reacted in such a way, but he had more important tasks to complete. “What do you mean you don't know? We have cameras everywhere and you're telling me you can't find a giant pig and Rhino in a mansion? It's one job!” Her insults did nothing but let out some frustration. “Do you want to do it?” The soldier rolled his neck and eyes, letting them land on her own. As he did, she took a step back to keep her head from hitting his own. Continuing to click, he eyed her. She looked at him, then back at the monitor, then back to him. He was clicking pretty quick. At once, he resumed his eyes back to the main monitor. “They're probably upstairs.” Their prediction was correct, but it was too late. Somehow, they made their way into the most scared of the rooms. With Karai and Sacks gone, no one was guarding him. No Foot guarded his room for they were busy guarding the mansion itself. Any individual who'd visit him, unconscious or not, we're brave to do so. You can be brave when you don't have a conscience of your own. That's exactly why those two did. The bulking figures got into the master bedroom of the home. Silence wasn't their ally, but Oroku Saki was too far gone to attempt any reaction. All he could do was open his eyes when he saw a large pig overlook him. Unable to speak or move, he sat there and waited. The pig smelled him and nodded his head. “Why bring him?” His rhinoceros companion asked. He didn't look at Bebop directly, but to the armory next to his bed. It didn't take an animal’s instinct to feel off when looking at it. Most likely from the draft, it gave off an eerie, low grumble throughout. “They'll only come if he's there.” He pointed to the arrested man in the bed. His finger came so close, the man blinked sharply. Rocksteady kept his eyes on the suit of armor as he walked up beside his friend. Directly at the bedside, he turned to look down at the Japanese man below. “I'll carry.” He insisted, already pushing his arms underneath his body. There was no care to remove the heavy blanket over him, which now wrapped him up snugly inside and in the rhino’s arms. Internally, Oroku Saki feared that such a fashion would trip up the wary rhinoceros, ending in a very painful fall. “They'll be waiting,” Bebop reminded. “ to help us.” His voice grew more and more distant. Rocksteady, looked up from the horrid eyes of the dangerous man he carried. “Okay.” His head, normally long even with the large horn that adorned his nose, shortened up. Once over a foot long away from the central system of his face now drew closer with a shortened horn that became no longer than his finger. With his nostrils out of the way, carrying the unconscious man became a breeze since he didn't have to watch his head from smacking into his own. The buzz of their brains grew louder, muffling out the sounds of alarms blaring from underneath them. Bebop led the way with his companion trailing behind him. As they treaded down the stairs, the worse they felt. The pig stopped just before he could hit the main floor. Fatigued, he hunched over, using the handrail as support. His face gripped at his face, which seemed to be shortening up as he pulled. Trying to fight through the pain, he pressed on, even with the absence of his own snout. Looking for a way out of the mansion, drastic changes began to occur. With every step, it was agony, but they were far more light-footed. It was like their weight was dropping dramatically. Rocksteady noticed the most as his nose began to construct a normal bridge, closing up the gap where his massive horn had taken up. Outside the mansion, more activity occurred. A watcher in a crow’s nest sought out headlights coming up the mountain. He kept the ground soldiers posted, readying them for any battle they may endure. Soon, the flashing of blue and red colored the mountainside. Countless numbers of them began to alarm, echoing in a different manner than the alarms underground did. He gasped, throwing the binoculars on the ground. “It’s the cops!” he screeched as he came down from his throne. Confused members looked up to the horrified man. “Get underground!” he ordered. Soon, the flood of soldiers left the entrance. Most used their walkie-talkies to announce the news to those in the hidden lair. If they kept quiet in the undiscovered lab, the cops would have no further thought to search the place. As they ran, they had to think: what were they after? Hopefully, they were passing by? Then again, those mutants are on the run. What were they to think if they found them? One thing’s for sure: this was not good. Foot soldiers flooded into the mansion, trying to seek shelter underground, but they couldn’t put their finger as to why some others were running in the opposite direction. Amid the darkness (they cut the lights) and confusion, it didn’t register their minds who those people were. You heard it right, people. Six-foot tall, camoflauge-able, normal human beings came running out of the home. The former pig’s lungs stung when his nostrils first felt the fresh air. Rocksteady felt the same effect and wanted so much to clutch his throat. Unbeknownst to them, they were unable to see the small steps in front of the mansion. Both characters tripped up on their own feet that were betrayed into thinking it was flat surfaces from there on out. The dirt pushed up their noses, but they couldn’t remove it from their cavities. Everything hurt. Their heads, their eyes, every part of their body that had a means to move. The flashing lights of ironic freedom could be seen from the corners of their half-lidded eyes, illuminating the blurry outlines of whatever they could see. Closer and closer, the lights grew brighter and their sirens became louder. Car engines roared into their normal ears. Faint echoes and distortions could be heard as the vehicles stopped. A few doors opened, following police officers with guns at the ends of their hands. In front, a female officer took charge of the anonymous tip. “Put your hands in the air!” She screamed, gun cocked up in case somebody wanted to try something funny. There was no cooperation. Taking a closer look, it didn’t look like they could operate. She lowered her gun while ordering her squadron to follow. A silent signal to follow her sent a few forward as they went in to investigate. They treaded lightly as they approached the three bodies. Two large males, one caucasian, one african american, were facedown in the ground wearing enlarged clothes that barely hung onto them. The other, a dark haired man who was also face down and unable to unwrap himself. The female officer turned her head, chin to shoulder, and turned on her dispatch. “We got three individuals on the ground.” She looked back at them as the other officers tried to get a response from the african male. No avail. “May need medical attention.” she suggested highly when they could only get mutters from the caucasian male. Lastly, they turned over the other. The large scars on his face were highly identifiable. The look, the identification of his ethnicity, he knew who this was. “It is Oroku Saki!” he gasped. The rest of the officers came to see. Could this be a hoax? Did they really just find the most dangerous man in the world unconcious? The woman pushed the ooglers aside, seeing the face of the ever-evil man. “Get him checked out, then get him to maximum security.” she ordered. A series of “yes mam’s” went around as they unwrapped him from the blanket and set him into the arms of one of their officers. Quickly, the sound of an ambulance could be heard coming up. While the emergency vehicle treaded uphill, the rest of the officers aided the two other men. Both large in size, it took a team effort of two to lift up, but one to carry them. With the cold air of the mountain and a great distance away from the ambulance, they made the decision to sit the delinquents in the back seats of their cars. All three were shoved into the commander’s vehicle. The African american was put in on one side. Oroku Saki was next. His consciousness made him more intimidating. The officer holding him dared not to look into his lulling eyes as he fastened him in the middle. Lastly, the caucasian male was seated on his other side. The door slammed them all inside, squeezing them all together. Insensible the most, it was surprising that the caucasian male was able to move on his own some, let alone speak. His mind began to fog up and drift. At last, his head lolled to one side. The blur of his vision began to darken with each beat of his heart. Those long gone eyes rested on the face of the fallen, asian man. “You save me.” he whispered. “My hero.” A/N: I wanted this to end slightly different with more interaction with their incarceration, but I lost interest so��� yeah, that happened. Sorry if it comes up vague, but I HATE writing bad guy parts! (but i need them! UGH! THE STRUGGLE IS REAL YA’LL!)

[skullectibles]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Rocksteady Mystery Mini $15 Shipped. DM to claim. #rocksteady#tmntrocksteady #toysforsale #toys4sale #toysfortrade #toys4trade #tmnt #teenagemutantninjaturtles #tmntforsale #cowabunga #cowabungadude #caseyjones #mysteryminis #funko #mysterymini #vinyltoys #vinyltoy

[andrevaz-art]

Leatherhead ! Still working my traditional brush skills 💪🏻 Don't hesitate to like, leave a comment, share or follow if you like the art. It's always appreciated and motivating ! ❤️ Next to be drawn : Miyamoto Usagi ! Any idea for the next one ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #leatherhead #tmntleatherhead #traditionalart #tmntrocksteady #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga #selftaughtart #pentelpocketbrush #brushdrawing #brushinking #ninjaturtles #killercroc #blackandwhiteillustration #blackandwhitedrawing (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWv2zo1MMj9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrevaz-art]

Casey Jones ! 🏏🏒🏑 Don't hesitate to leave a comment or follow if you like the art. Next to be drawn : Lennika ! Who you'll like to see next ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #caseyjones #tmntcaseyjones #tmntcasey #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #tmntraph #tmntmickey #tmntdonnie #tmntleo #tmntsplinter #tmntapril #charadesign #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWBkXTRMS1a/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrevaz-art]

Krang ! I don't have the mood to do colors lately. 😕 I hope you don't mind. I want to work my traditional brush skills now 💪🏻 Don't hesitate to leave a comment or follow if you like the art. Next to be drawn : Stockfly ! And after : Leatherhead ! . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #krang #tmntkrang #traditionalart #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga #pentelpocketbrush #brushdrawing #brushinking #ninjaturtles #aliendrawing #blackandwhiteillustration #blackandwhitedrawing (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWlpWPps7qZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrevaz-art]

Baxter Stockman aka Stockfly ! Working my traditional brush skills 💪🏻 Don't hesitate to like, leave a comment, share or follow if you like the art. It's always appreciated ! ❤️ Next to be drawn : Leatherhead ! Any idea for the next one ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #baxterstockman #stockfly #tmntstockman #traditionalart #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga #pentelpocketbrush #brushdrawing #brushinking #ninjaturtles #monsterdrawing #monsterdraw #blackandwhiteillustration #blackandwhitedrawing (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWqsN_dsJtU/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrevaz-art]

Shredder ! Don't hesitate to leave a comment or follow if you like the art. Next to be drawn : Krang ! Who you'll like to see next ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #shredder #tmntshredder #traditionalart #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #tmntraph #tmntmickey #tmntdonnie #tmntleo #charadesign #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga #shreddertmnt (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWYoBdJM8Uk/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrevaz-art]

Jennika ! Don't hesitate to leave a comment or follow if you like the art. Next to be drawn : Shredder ! Who you'll like to see next ? . . #tmnt #tmntartwork #tmntfanart #jennika #tmntjenni #tmntjennika #tmntbebop #tmntrocksteady #tmntraph #tmntmickey #tmntdonnie #tmntleo #tmntsplinter #tmntapril #charadesign #90scartoons #80scartoons #comicsartist #dtiystmnt #fanart #tortuesninja #tmnt2012 #tmnt2018 #tmnt2003 #tmnt1990 #tmnt1987 #tmntcrew #cowabunga (à Montpellier, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWGr5M6NNJd/?utm_medium=tumblr