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...
rest of my human designs for the 2012 and rise turtles 🐢!! (leo)
Day 8!! BTEAM!!!!!!!
AWWW YEAHHHHHH they are the BEST!!! I love these little goobers Sm
*sobs* look he’s a good son okay ;A;
My two favorite obsessions... TMNT and also tea.
(stumbles out of a dark room covered in blood) guess who just drew this four page comic in one! day! because i forgot @tmnt-splinterweek started today. this one is for the prompt "tea"!
TMNT best faces
FIGHT
I really wanted folks to have a visual of the authentically scary Kraang robo-serpents from the Technodrome for the second chapter of my 2012 TMNT fic "Split the Night" (freshly posted!) So shiny! And those nice Charles Bronson jawlines, albeit with creepy angler-fish teeth... These guys have it all!
The Creature. Part 2/2
Part 1/2
It is always the one who doesn’t want to be near the cat that inevitably becomes the cat’s favorite. It is a universal law
I used to be so scared of my roommates cat before we moved in together, but now the little guy absolutely loves me. He is obsessed with cuddles. He lays on all my stuff. He trips me by rubbing up on my legs wherever I go. He hangs out with me all the time, it’s so cute.
Turns out my man just had a resting bitch face and didn’t want me to leave whenever I would visit, who knew lol
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.”
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