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Absolutely needed to see this
its giving "don't you just wanna go apeshit, Raphael?"
" Don't let them see your weak point. Unleash your inner demon, you're a Red Bull commercial. "
CW/TW BLOOD
whoopsie daisy-
Bonus detailed sketch under cut :)
Thoughts on Time Skip in Rise Movie
Recently, it was revealed that the Rise movie takes place two years after the finale. I don’t have a full opinion until the movie is available but so far I don’t like the time skip. I was really hoping the movie would take place a few months later so we can see how Cassandra is getting along with the group, Draxum’s growing relationship with Splinter and the Turtles, and the Turtles handling their new power up. I’m nervous that the time jump will skip over that development. That’s what I was most hoping for from the movie.
I’m still excited for the movie and hope the time skip has a purpose.
you'll pry nonverbal kid donnie from my cold dead hands
drawing ASL is hard as hell
signs i tried to draw were "how" "poison" and "laugh"
Everyone reblog this IMMEDIATELY
Everyone reblog this IMMEDIATELY
Everyone reblog this IMMEDIATELY
KILLEO NATION WAKE UP AAGHHH I LOVE THIS GUY
KILLEO ART DUMP
does anyone fw my son, his name is Killeo
*slams hand on the table* WE WERE ROBBED!
Mikey and that mouser pet episode, right?
just made this on magma with my LAPTOP, it came out better than i expected
Я закончил эту серию артов с взаимодействием! Закончил её Эйприл и Разгоромом
I finished this series of interaction art! I finished it with April and Discord.
Я почти закончил эту серию рисунков! В этот раз Микки
I'm almost finished with this series of drawings! This time Mickey
Я докапался всех черепашек
I got all the turtles
Я забыл показать это. Забегался на работе.
I forgot to show this. I got caught up at work.
У меня возникли сложности, когда настал черёд Рафаэля. Я не хотел менять масштаба локации. Так что пришлось выкручиваться по другому. Но у меня получилось необычное взаимодействие
I had a problem when it was Raphael's turn. I didn't want to change the scale of the location. So I had to do it differently. But I was able to make an unusual interaction
Хочу рисовать взаимодействия интереснее и необычнее. И решил экспериментировать с дымкой Элиана.
I want to draw interactions that are more interesting and unusual. I also decided to experiment with Elian's haze.
Я откапал концепты Эйприл и Драксума. Разгрома я просто нафантазировал. У кого-то увидел подросшего разгрома и мне это очень понравилось. И я снова пересмотрел его внешность.
I dug up concepts of April and Draxum. I was just fantasising about Rumble. Someone saw an adult Razgrom, and I really liked him. So I revisited his appearance again.
Как пахнет Кренг | What Kreng smells like
Осторожно, упоминание крови и смерти | Watch out for references to blood and death
Я слышал от врача скорой помощи, что, если на месте вызова в воздухе запах ванили, то это смерть. Без вариантов.
I heard an EMT say that if there's the smell of vanilla in the air at the scene of a call, it's death. There's no way.
Мозг, поскольку потребляет много глюкозы, закономерно и логично имеет сладковатый запах. Запах ванили довольно близок.
The brain, because it consumes a lot of glucose, naturally and logically has a sweetish odour. The smell of vanilla is pretty close.
Но в тоже время, я читал некоторые посты хирургов и практикантов с довольно жестокими историями.
But at the same time, I've read some posts by surgeons and trainees with some pretty brutal stories.
Среди историй мне попалась рассказ об пострадавшем в транспортной аварии мужчине. Переломы, внутреннее кровотечение в брюшной полости и травма головы. Все травмы закрытые, казалось бы, всё не так плохо. Спасают бедолагу два хирурга: один вскрывает брюха, второй череп, что бы избавится от внутреннего кровотечения.
Among the stories I came across was that of a man injured in a transport accident. Fractures, internal bleeding in the abdomen and head trauma. All the injuries are closed, so it doesn't seem so bad. Two surgeons save the poor man: one opens the abdomen, the other the skull to get rid of the internal bleeding.
Нейрохирург вскрывает череп и не успевает он что-то сделать, в сделанное им аккуратное отверстии черепа вылезают и взрываются мозги. Наверное, из-за кровяного давления в черепе от травмы головы, скопившаяся кровь просто вытолкнула мозг.
The neurosurgeon opens the skull and before he can do anything, the brains come out and explode in the neat hole he made in the skull. Probably because of the blood pressure in the skull from the head injury, the accumulated blood just pushed the brain out.
Практикантка писала о том, что никогда не забудет как попавшие на неё и хирурга мозги пахли сыром.
A trainee wrote about how she would never forget how the brains that fell on her and the surgeon smelled like cheese.
Почему конкретно в этой ситуации мозги пахли сыром, я не уверен. Возможно, это было связано с каким-то заболеванием, или из-за того что они буквально взорвались.
Why exactly in this situation the brains smelled like cheese, I'm not sure. Perhaps it was due to some kind of illness, or because they literally exploded.
В итоге этого увлекательного погружения в нейрохирургию с летальным исходом пациентов я пришёл к мысли, что Кренг как существо, имеет сладковатый запах ванили.
As a result of this fascinating dive into neurosurgery with fatal patient outcomes, I've come to believe that Kreng, as a creature, has a sweet-smelling vanilla odour.
Мастер Сплинтер | Master Splinter
Эта зарисовка Сплинтера из Risetmnt . Да, не очень на себя похож, но мне и не особо нравится его дизайн в этой анимации.
This sketch of Splinter from Risetmnt . Yeah, he doesn't look much like himself, but I don't particularly like his design in this animation either.
Но очевидно, мне нравится Сплинтер из 2012 года анимации. Готов кланяться этому дизайну и идее.
But obviously, I like Splinter from 2012 animation. Ready to bow down to that design and idea.
Лучший мастер, отец и просто мужчина. Женитьбу не предлагаю, но заберите моё сердце. Оно уже ваше.
The finest craftsman, father, and just a man. I don't propose marriage, but take my heart. It's already yours.
Его слишком мало. Надо больше. Такой классный дядька, Боже мой.
It's too little. I need more. He's such a great guy, my God.
Леонардо | Leonardo
Боже, мне очень нравятся персонажи с капюшоном. Я не мог пройти мимо концепта Лео в капюшоне накидки
God, I really like the hooded characters. I couldn't get past the concept of Leo in the cape hood
Я нашёл пачку концепт артов. Я видел один из них здесь, в тамблер. Ту, где в пояс Леонардо были вшиты части масок Рафаэля и Донателло.
I found a bunch of concept art. I saw one of them here on tumblr. The one where parts of Raphael and Donatello's masks were sewn into Leonardo's belt.
Но больше мне понравились другие концепты Лео. В них, плетение его катания сделаны из масок Рафаэля и Донателло.
But I liked Leo's other concepts better. In them, the weave of his skating is made from the masks of Raphael and Donatello.
Всегда с ним.
Always with him.
Сначало было две катаны, по маске на каждую в плетении.
First there were two katanas, a mask for each in the weave.
Затем, осталась одна и плетение из двух масок, а их хвосты с прорезями для глаз болтаются свободно.
Then, there was one left and a weave of two masks, and their tails with eye slits dangling freely.
Надеюсь переводчик не сделал ошибок, потому что я английским не владею"
I hope the translator didn't make any mistakes because I don't speak English."
Встреча Разгрома и Бездны
И никто мне не запретит устроить встречу своему малышу с кем-то из другой вселенной
Особенно, когда я так удобно написал Бездне возможность путешествия между всеми мирами, вселенными и реальностями
Вот думаю, станут ли они всерьёз драться, или же найдут точки для дружеского контакта? Сложно
Встреча двух необычных существ
При первом появлении Разгрома, я подумал
«А они похожи...»
Так я думал о Разгрома и своём не-коте портальщике
И очень долго думал эту идею, пока не выпала возможность нарисовать это
Осознание угрозы
Нарисовал по мотивам фанфика на ficbook «Восхождение Черепашек-ниндзя: Эволюция»
Мне нравятся такие моменты
I made a new oc :D
meet Zleep!!
he is precious <3
(click for better quality)
Yep i'm waking up on tumblr for this
Shhh it’s okay he’s baby
Donnie's gonna make fun of him lol
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Will expand on this when I’m more awake however:
human tmnt au BUT the boys have oligodactyly
The Love of a Clan
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Cassandra loved the Foot Clan, so it hurt when she realized that they didn't love her back.
Or, Cassy was in a cult, and we don't talk about that enough.
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Once the mast-
Once the Shredder had been defeated, Cassandra had offered to help rebuild the Hamatos’ home, with a complete willingness to do so. It was only right that she attempted to undo the damage she had such a large part in causing.
She just... hadn’t expected them to take her up on the offer. But the small rat, who appeared to be the Clan Leader, had smiled and accepted her offer, even if the rest of his clan had looked reluctant to allow it.
So, Cassandra had followed them to the ruins of their old home and helped them pick through the rubble to find the most important parts of their lives, even if the things they found were more often just as destroyed.
Cassy recalled seeing the blue Hamato pulling at an acoustic guitar with a snapped neck out of a pile of rubble, with a weak look of devastation. Then he glanced at Cassy and broke into a cheesy stand-up routine filled with music puns. She ignored any diggs he threw her way after that.
She had seen the youngest of the Clan staring at a wall with a hole big enough for a car to drive through. It must have once been covered in a huge mural, as she could see oranges and reds leaking out around the edges of the hole. The turtle had just stared, wrapping his arms around himself in something like a hug. Cassy had tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but he had stepped back before she had even touched him. He had flashed her an open, friendly, and unconvincing smile and she had run off looking for another job that needed doing.
The purple turtle had been the worst. She had been with him when he found his room, broken metal and sparking current boards littered the floor. And in the center of it was a small turtle shaped robot, still and unmoving, its chest torn open and wires hanging out, like some twisted surgery gone wrong. It made Cassy feel horrified, even if she hadn’t known what she was looking at.
But the turtle hadn’t reacted. His face was blank and empty. He only said one word to her.
“Leave.”
She had, trying to not drown in horror and guilt.
She helped them relocate to another part of the sewers and had bought plywood and paint with the little money she had. She spent late nights cutting, and hammering, and painting.
It hadn’t felt like enough.
-
Cassandra leaned against the entrance tunnel to the Hamatos’ home and glared at the ground.
The construction of the “lair,” as the Turtles called it, was done for the day. She wasn’t needed anymore and should just be heading home. But...
Her dad was home tonight, for once, and she isn’t sure she can handle him right now.
Before, she would have just volunteered for another round of training by the Foot or asked to go on a mission - even another humiliating coffee run. But that wasn’t an option anymore.
But intruding on the Turtles’ new home any longer was also not an option. She could feel the awkwardness that was always in the air when she was around. It was growing steadily the long she stood there, even if the Hamatos weren’t around.
She gripped the edge of her sleeve and tugged. There was nothing for it, no way out of this.
She had to go home.
The thought filled her with a hopeless dread.
“Hey, Cass!”
Cassandra jumped in surprise and swung at the one who dared sneak up on her and invade her personal space.
The largest Hamato leaned back to avoid her punch and held up his hands in a placating motion.
“Whoops, Sorry! Raph didn’t mean to startle you,” the red turtle said with a smile. “I was just happy I caught you before you left.”
Cassy tried to calm her rabbit quick heart and stood up straight to make eye contact with the turtle, who was still far too close for comfort.
“Your apology is accepted,” she said and forced herself to at least try to ignore how close the snapper was. “Do you require my assistance?”
The red Hamato, Rapheal if she remembered correctly, shook his head.
“Um, no not exactly. I was wondering if you would be willing to train with me?”
“...I’m sorry?” Cassandra asked, confusion clearing her mind.
“We just finished building the dojo, but my brothers are all tuckered out, so they don’t wanna come train with me.” He glared back down the tunnel in... annoyance? Cassy wasn’t sure, understanding others had never been her strong suite.
“You... wish to train with me?” she asked, reluctance evident in her voice. Rapheal blinked and nodded.
“Last time we fought you were able to throw me! Like a wrestler!” he said with an eggar, giddy look in his eyes that made the previous Foot Recruit lean back at the brightness. The red Hamato just kept talking excitedly.
“The only other one who’s been able to throw me like that is Mikey! And he doesn’t like wrestling, he prefers fighting with his nunchucks. Which is stupid because-”
“SILENCE!” Cassandra yelled, and then quickly slammed her hand over her mouth.
Shit. She hadn’t meant to do that. She had just wanted to make him stop talking so she could think.
She expected the larger turtle to get angry. All the higher ups in the Foot would have, hell, most of the other recruits would too. But the snapper just blinked in surprise, then his eyes widened, and took two steps back. His hands held up and his tail wrapped around his legs.
“Raph’s so sorry!” He said, and Cassy distantly wondered why he constantly referred to himself in the third person. “My family doesn’t really have a lot of personal space, so we can forget about it sometimes. You don’t have to train with me if you don’t want to.”
Cassandra cleared her throat and stood as tall as she could.
“I would be honored to engage in combat with you again, Hamato Raphel. Please, lead the way.”
Her new sparring partner shifted and blinked.
“Just Raph is fine. Are you sure?”
“I am.” She wasn’t lying. Fighting the Hamatos’ was always incredible. And Rapheal- Raph –always threw himself into his battles so completely, something she understood very well.
Raph smiled and headed towards the dojo, with Cassy following behind.
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Sparing with Rapheal was the best training Cassy ever had.
The turtle was so strong that every hit felt like a wrecking ball, and the stances he made felt unbreakable.
It was like fighting against a hurricane or a tidal wave. It would have been terrifying, if Cassy hadn’t happily returned everything the Hamato gave in kind. Raph was impossibly strong, and every blow she was able to land made her feel just as powerful.
Weapons had been prohibited for today, so they often just ended up tackling each other and ending up grappling on the ground. Raph’s weight may have helped him here, but he wasn’t as flexible as her. They were evenly matched, and that just made Cassy fight harder to gain the upper hand.
She had the snapper in a choke hold when she felt him tap out on her arm. She released her hold and fell to the floor, gasping for air. The turtle groaned and rolled over.
“Water break,” he huffed out, and she nodded.
Rapheal- Raph, be respectful. She reminded herself. -walked over to a beat up old minifridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles, offering one out. Cassy rolled to her feet and took the water. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor; her sparring partner doing the same.
“You have got to show me how to do that throw you used,” the red Hamato said.
“I will happily help you learn any move I know,” she responded. “But I must request you do the same, your form is much more advanced than mine.”
The turtle chuckled.
“Uh, sure.” Both drank heavily and relaxed against the wall. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always talk like that? You’re so formal.”
Cassy tensed.
“...I could ask you the same. Your habit of referring to yourself with your name is not common either.”
“Yeah, fair,” the eldest Hamato admitted. There was a moment of long silence, where Rapheal shifted uncomfortably.
“I was never very good with names.” Cassy looked up at the snapper, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I was never good with words in general. It just didn’t make sense in my brain. Why attach sounds to things? I did use them, but it felt real dumb to kid me.”
There was a soft smile on the turtle's face, as he spoke. Seeing it was like feeling a warm fire across a long room. Warm, but distant.
But then the smile fell away, and the flames burned out.
“But then Donnie wouldn’t talk at all. He didn’t say a word until he was 4. And little me got scared and wondered if he just didn’t know any words, and so I tried to help him.
“I started narrating what I was doing out loud. Like: ‘Raph is building a tower out of blocks’ or ‘Raph is upset that he has to clean up.’”
The snapper let out a low chuckle.
“It was stupid. But it kinda worked. The first thing he said to me was that I talked too much. I was just so relieved that I actually tackled him. But, yeah, I just never got out of the habit of using my name like that. Plus, I think it adds to my charms.”
Cassy sat in stillness for a long time, then she looked down and pulled her knees up.
“I had hoped that using more formal language would get my superiors in the Foot to respect me.” Cassadra admitted.
Rapheal whipped to look at her. “
“Oh, dammit! I didn’t mean to bring up- I’m-”
“If you apologize again, I will beat you to a pulp!” She said and glared, and his mouth clicked shut
“...you don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to.” He said after a minute.
“No. I want to.”
She did, surprisingly. Just that one sentence felt like coming up for air after drowning. Maybe it was just because Raph had shared with her first, maybe it was because he was comfortable enough to train with her, maybe she was just at a breaking point. But Cassy wasn’t sure if she could stop now, even if she wanted to.
“I... hadn’t realized how much the Foot Clan had changed me until Shredder was defeated.” Her schedule was completely empty without training and missions. All of her “friends” had gone off grid. Even her closet only had clothes in red and black.
“I- I thought they cared about me. They said they did. Or at least they used to.”
“I’m sure they cared about you!” Raph said, aghast. “They were your clan!”
“NO, THEY WEREN’T!”
Cassy shot to her feet, the crackling anger of betrayal and the hot shame of being fooled finally breaking through.
“'A Clan will protect and care for every part of itself. It will share its failures and victories. No Clan Member may have any doubt that they are loved.’”
The words she had learned from the Foot’s scrolls flowed out of her without resistance. How many long nights had she spent reading and memorizing every ancient text the clan had saved? She learned every ritual, knew every rite of passage. Yet, she never seemed to earn those rites or rituals. Always falling short.
“I used to train for days without rest! I trained until I couldn’t stand anymore!”
She had pushed past her limits over and over again. She had practiced katas until she passed out from exhaustion. She had fought until she could take down even her instructors. But it hadn’t been enough.
“I did everything they asked of me! I obeyed every request, no matter how useless! And never said anything! ANYTHING!”
Cassandra Jones had loved the Foot Clan. She had given up almost everything for them. She had almost killed for them. She would have died for them.
She loved them.
“But they NEVER loved me!”
A silence fell over the room. Cassy met Rapheal’s shocked eyes. They looked up at her with barely held back tears, and she felt her own grow misty with pain.
“...fuck, they never loved me, did they?” She said, voice quiet and breaking.
They had pretended to. They always told her that they cared about her, accepted her, and would always support her. They had said that they were her family.
And that family had been something that Cassy had always wanted, always needed, and so she had fallen for the lie. Hook, line, and sinker.
“I’m sorry,” the snapper said, voice cracking too. “Can I hug you?”
Cassy hesitated, just for a moment. But all of her words had withered away, and it had been a long time since she had a hug. She thinks that she might need one.
It was a very good hug. A long one too. But it was so warm and soft, and Raph’s arms held her in a way that was nothing like sparring.
She wondered how someone could be so strong and so soft at the same time?
But Cassy did pull back eventually, her face red from anger and embarrassment. She cleared her throat.
“Apologizes. I lost control there.”
The turtle just smiled at her.
“Don’t worry. I’m glad I was able to help.”
The turtle paused then sighed.
“Listen,” he said. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I’m pretty sure Pops is about halfway to adopting you. But I don’t know if it’s the best idea right now, and you probably need some time, so I’ll make sure that he doesn’t bother you with that.”
Raph looked at her, open and honest, and Cassy wondered if his kind stare could possibly kill her.
“But please know, if you’re ever ready to join another clan, you will always be welcome with us.”
Cassy felt a small and half dead hope pulse in her chest.
“I will remember that.”
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