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fanart for T33la’s lovely fic, Flipbook. please give it a read! it’s an achingly warm exploration of a much-needed conversation post-SAINW, and is filled to the brim with evocative prose and dialogue. ^_^
[Image ID: A two page digital comic with a painterly rendering style. The color scheme transitions from dark blues and purples at the top to a red orange color at the bottom.
Page one: The upper portion centers a far away planet earth with clouds swirling around it. The clouds expand and show sketches of different scenes from the story. The first scene in the top left is of Donny working at his cluttered desk with a thoughtful expression, chin resting on one hand and a pen in the other. He works on a small drawing attached to a pegbar. The second scene in the top right shows a paper airplane flying in front of a dark sky. The third scene shows Mikey reaching down between machinery and pipes to grab the flipbook with a curious and somewhat awed expression. The fourth scene shows Donny and Mikey lying on the floor and hugging tightly, both looking like they're crying. The fifth scene shows a memory from the future. Mikey stands with his shell to the camera, his severed arm barely visible, while Donny stands beside him, looking back with a mournful expression. Their figures are silhouetted against an electric sky. Below all of these scenes, earth moves incrementally closer until it fills the bottom of the page. A balloon flies above it, the string twisting along with the clouds.
Page two: The bright clouds from the previous page extend into this one, crawling down the sides. The top half shows the inside of a helicopter cockpit. Donny and Mikey are huddled together, their masks pulled down around their necks. Donny leans his head against Mikey's shoulder as Mikey thumbs through the flip book, both of them watching it quietly. Below this scene, a humanoid robot in a sketchy pen style stands from a bird's eye view. It looks like the robot has been cut out from a piece of paper and pasted into the scene. It reaches out to hold the balloon string. It's surrounded by patches of grass, sunflowers, and a few large trees that frame the edges of the page. The warm color palette relays a sense of peace. End ID.]
Tupandactylus imperator with Ginkgo huolinhensis. Both species from the Early Cretaceous. There is an interesting paper which discusses how pterosaur pycnofibres may be synonymous with bird feathers featuring T. imperator. Cool stuff!
Colours and patterns were inspired by toucans, various parakeets and monarch butterflies :)
More Good Genes aftermath; Don and Mikey edition!
+Donnie’s red eyes from his monster form
Wow he’s been through a lot. I guess I have to be the big brother for him too.
If they ever met, they would both think that they’ve adopted the other as their younger brother.
I really hope Tumblr doesn't have a problem with this.
ANYONE KNOW THIS SONG? I saw this trending on TikTok and couldn't think of anything better. (This isn't part of my Au Mutant Apocalypse, it's part of what I consider... canon?)
You know, sometimes I think someone should tell Leo that it's not a good idea to throw your siblings off a really tall building, even though it was a desperate situation.
Something tells me Donnie needed more than an ibuprofen...
Summary: Casey gets a quick lesson in the quirks of life off the financial grid.
Author: @punctuated-equilibrium
Summary: The turtles wake up one misty morning 66 million years ago to find that Donatello is missing. In the chaos of mud where his footprints end, those of a monster begin.
Author: @punctuated-equilibrium
Very much enjoying the bloody zombie-mutant SAINW-apocalypse!
She stopped, turning to face directly at Mona. Her eyes swam with grief and hate and every coal-black emotion this god-awful place seemed to crystalize.
“I know how this all ends Mona.” She watched as Mona’s breath seemed to freeze, pinned under her lead-heavy gaze.
“You can’t bring people like that to places like these. You always lose them here. Either the pacifist within them dies, or you're left with nothing but ghosts.”
She took a breath, words weighed down by the certainty of too many memories to count.
“No matter what happens, you don’t make it out with the same people that went in.”