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WIP HAS FINALLY BEEN FINISHED FOLKS WOOO

procrastinated on my geo homework to finish this lol

MY BABIES😭

I made a ROTTMNT Turtle Tots comic for Twitter about the Disaster Twins accidentally switching outfits!

MOVIE SPOILER WARNING BTW

So I finally watched Mutant Mayhem

Spot on!

Leo has his eyes on dad, Donnie is contemplating the surroundings, Raph pushing against resistance (without addressing the cause) and Mikey playing around.

Over and over again, I feel Splinter's pain of raising those nuts. Also, I admire his patience.

Loved this rat dad

This boy is perfection.

//God he looks so good like this…

Quick Donnie doodle…

Lmao 🤣 🤣 🤣

Love it

Inspired by my mom pulling the emergency call cord in the hospital because I got the hiccups when I was like a day old.

Someone is too excited here💥

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 1 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Raph x OC. This is a request from the lovely @rinksu-no-joo , they had the original concept and idea in mind so I thought I ought to credit them. This is a prologue, so she goes from a kid to 18+ here. Feedback is always welcome!)

She started out in a lab. She wasn’t the only one. There were others. All different types of animals. All labeled by number, hers being 063. She never knew their treatment was unfair. But it was.

They all were brainwashed into thinking of it as a privilege. But really they were all test subjects. She was a science experiment and that’s how she was treated.

They were put in cages, given food and water, and the bare minimum for survival. They were expected to behave, if they didn’t they would be taken by the men with masks.

They were given “treatments”. Pills and injections weekly, sometimes daily. The injections hurt. It felt as if every cell in her body was being morphed and disfigured. Sharp ringing pains pulsed throughout her body. The effects lasting for hours, but sometimes days.

063 was scared of the men with masks. She saw how the taken ones came back. They were was an empty nothingness in their eyes. So, she decided to keep her head down and not cause trouble.

However her neighbor, 299, was not so careful. She was mischievous and often tried to encourage 063 to talk or play games. 063 eventually opened up. The pair became friends.

But slowly 299 became sick. Very sick. Her once cheery laugh, became small tired smiles followed painful wheezing.

Doctor Stockman told the men with masks that she wasn’t responding to her treatments very well. What was actually happening was her natural biology was weakening with the advanced mutagen. The two could not coexist.

Then one day the men with mask came. 299 was too weak to even sit up, so they had to carry her away. They never came back. She never came back. Her cage lie as empty as the whole in 063’s broken heart.

As 063 grew up, the men with masks would praise her. They would make disgusting remarks about her body. Yes, she was beautiful. With big lilac eyes that shined like amethysts, and her beautiful white and black marbled skin, with the body and height of a mutated salamander but the curves of a woman. But that still didn’t make their special attention okay.

With only a few mutant experiments remaining, their treatments were stopped. And she was moved. Their new living area was bigger but not exactly nicer. But to her it was luxurious.

Their training began. The men with masks trained her and the others in capoeira. A style of fighting that seemed to mimic almost dance like movements between opponents.

Everyday they trained. If they didn’t preform well they would be punished. If they weren’t up on time they would be punished. If they didn’t take things to the utmost seriousness, they would be punished.

They were taught who to serve, and who to take from. They were taught how to use their natural animal abilities to fight. That meant she had to relearn her invisibility and poison secretion tactics. You see, in the lab she would get punished for them, but here it was rewarded.

But none of it was worse than the day they had to fight each other. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t understand how hurt was considered good, it didn’t feel good on either side. Nevertheless, she did what she needed to survive.

Finally, the day came. Master Shredder wanted to meet his new weapons. He was told they would be sure to destroy anything in the way of their mission. But would they? Would she?

What if a small part of 063 hadn’t been brainwashed? A small part of her that would and could change?…she just needed to find the right guidance…and that day was coming very soon…

🩵Those🩵Damn🩵Lil🩵Blue🩵Pajamas🩵 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Despite the blue, this is a Raphael story, not a Leonardo one 😶. Raphael x Reader. Mature audiences only, everyone is 18+)

The turtles had just gotten back from their latest steak out, and Raph and Leo were already fighting about something. You knew you had to find a way to make them stop.

You also knew it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself between them. They were too busy sizing each other up to notice you. You could easily get hit. Not on purpose of course. But even though you knew the risk, as their swearing got increasingly more aggressive, you butted your way in.

Planting a firm hand on each their plastron you tried to push them away from one another. “Raphael! What’s…going on?” You managed to get his attention, while still speaking gently to him.

“Nothing! It doesn’t matter that much anyway…” his eyes intensely glared at Leo as he started to turn away.

He hurriedly walked away from Leo. His pace fast and weighted with rage. You basically had to run to catch up to him. As you both rounded a corner you reached out and snatched one of his muscular arms. Your hands made their way down to pry open and unfold his balled fist.

His fiery eyes met your concerned gaze, as he stole a glance at your hands on his.

“Raph…do you…do you wanna talk about it?”

His jaw clenched as he noticed your cute little tank top and shorts. Normally he liked seeing your ass peak out behind a thin peice of fabric. Normally, if you wore other colors it wouldn’t bother him. Red looked the best on you of course, but he didn’t mind if you wore one of his brother’s colors. Any color looked good on you.

But tonight, seeing you in those little sky blue pajamas, sparked a jealous rage inside of him. Stupid fucking Leo! His scowl got scowlier. Before you could say anything else, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Ya had to wear those damn lil blue pajamas!” He hissed into the side of your hip.

You shrieked as his movements gradually grew in aggressiveness. He angrily slammed the door to his room and threw you on the bed. Without a word, but with a growl he tore off your pajamas like they were made of nothing.

“Ya had so much blue on, but know yer all naked…might have make ya turn all red!”

He sat down, pulling you across his lap. He rubbed and squeezed your fat juicy ass.

All of a sudden his hand shot up and right back down again, with a firm hard smack. It stung. Oh. My. God. It fucking stung! You cursed but all that came out were incoherent high pitched noises. You wiggled and writhed, but you were totally helpless underneath his immense strength. Finally, after the initial sting went away it felt numb and…mmmmm.

And just just as sudden as before, he did again. Harder this time. You squeaked, he groaned and let out a low chuckle. He swatted at your ass a few more times for good measure. After all, you were so very naughty.

“Mmmmm…such a beautiful shade on ya. Let me see yer pretty lil face…so cute….” His hand wrapped around your throat, supporting your chin as you stared exhaustedly up at him.

You bit your lip and sighed. He was so hot and he always seemed to be getting even hotter.

Both sets of your cheeks displayed a nice bright pink. He groped your burning ass. He moaned as he shifted under you. It was then that you felt him. Felt just how hard he was getting from spanking you. From punishing you.

He pulled you upright by your hair, and sat you on his lap to face his intense gaze. He kissed you. Hard. He forcefully pulled you into him. His tongue swirling around yours like some sort of intimate dance. His mouth and teeth scraping down to the pulse of your neck. Traveling to your collarbone. Licking and sucking gently, until biting down hard just above your breast.

Leaving a big red swollen mark, just enough to make the skin not bleed, but leave a bruised claim on your body. That was when you knew you were in for it rough the rest of the night.

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 2 ❤️🐢

(Side Note: I’m not that great at fight scenes yet😢. POV changes. Thanks again @rinksu-no-joo for the idea and being so awesome!)

063 POV:

A loud blaring alarm shook her immediately awake. Red blazing light blinked and flashed around room, as she quickly hopped out of bed to see what the commotion was all about.

One of the men with masks was calling out their numbers, “323, 458, 063, 917,…” unsure of what to do she made her way over.

“Sir, what the hell is going on?” One of her peers asked over all the noise.

The look he gave 801 made it clear she was speaking out of turn to a superior. “You all are being transported to Japan to meet Master Shredder, but first we need to give you an injection.”

It had been years since 063 had any injections. She wondered if she was strong enough now to take on the pain. But before she could think about it much longer, Doctor Stockman was already calling her number.

She quickly followed him into his lab. He always had so many cool gadgets but she knew better than to touch them. Still it was nice to look at them, especially to distract herself from the immediate and intense pain. His chemical filled beakers, test tubes, and other scientific equipment, usually grounded her when her world started to spin.

Today was different though, as she looked around to see the changes he made throughout the years, she noticed the box of neatly stacked syringes. The fluid in them was different in color and consistency than she was use to. She braced herself for impact, trying her hardest not to use her natural defense mechanisms. If she poisoned Doctor Stockman she would be in a huge heap of trouble.

But as he slowly pushed the needle into her soft flesh, she realized that despite a little prick she felt no pain at all. Actually, it felt fine…numb…and painless.

As she drifted out of consciousness, she could hear him shout: “She’s done…take her…917!” Maybe they were all being punished. Maybe this was the end…She felt nothing as everything, even her own thoughts, went dark.

…

Raphael POV:

“It appears the Foot Clan been building something right under our noses! Now they’re transporting it to their base in Japan.” Donnie typed away as a maps and diagrams popped up on his computer screens.

“Is this the same place that Shredder is hiding out at?”

“Yes Mikey…Look guys, their ship hasn’t left New York waters yet, we have to try and stop them-“

“And see what exactly it is they’re taking.” Leo interrupted, nodding in understanding.

“Mkay so what are we waitin for? Let’s go already.” Raph was already ready. As soon as he heard Donnie say Foot Clan he knew it was bad. And then they were on their way.

…

Every inch of the ship seemed to be guarded by Shredder’s henchmen. Nevertheless they were pretty bad at doing their jobs, each of the turtles quickly and quietly disarmed some of them.

“Cowabunga motha fu-“

“Mikey!” Leo whispered furiously.

But it was too late the others had already noticed their presence on board. “Great going idiot!” snapped Raph, already preparing for battle.

“Sorry dudes, I gotta little carried away.”

As they kicked, punched, and overall fought the Foot Clan, Donnie spewed information about where their precious cargo was located on board. “We’ll have to go down to the third level!”

“Guys! Check it out.” Leo gawked as he finished his opponent with a final thwack to the back of his head and pointed.

There, in the distance were more ships.

“More…?” Raph wondered why they needed so many ships.

“Let’s head down below, and figure out what it is that we’re dealing with. Then we can see if we need to tackle all these other ships” Leo stated, opening a hatch that lead below.

After fighting off more Foot Clan guys than they could count, they finally arrived to a singular box, on an otherwise empty level.

To Raph it didn’t look like anything they could open easily. “Well what now leader?” He looked over to Leo.

It still angered him sometimes that Leo was in charge, but Leo tried to give each of them, but especially Raph more leadership moments from time to time.

“Well whatever it is, it’s probably to difficult to open. But it looks like it’s an important piece of the puzzle for whatever they are building. We need to take it back to the lair. Donnie check for tracking devices, Raph do you mind?” Donnie finished up and pushed it over to him.

Raph grunted as he lifted the heavy metal box. He was surprised that it was pretty light for a metal box with supposedly something inside. But he decided maybe that was what Shredder wanted them to think, and didn’t say anything.

…

063 POV:

She was cold. It was dark. But she could…she could hear voices…? She wasn’t dead! Before she could get too excited she calmed herself and listened.

“Raph careful! We don’t want to destroy what’s inside!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

These weren’t voices she recognized. Who could they be? Why did they not know she was in there? Why was she in there? Where was there? She didn’t know. She stayed cautious. She felt cramped and alone, just as she felt as a child. She jolted as she heard the awful sound of metal being cut. Sparks and small pieces of metal pierced her soft skin. It surprised her more than it hurt.

Then she saw light. It was bright and her eyes had to adjust, but she was able to make out him…And he…peered down curiously at her…

Cooking Naked Bayverse 💙 ❤️ 💜 🧡 🐢

(Side note: Not all of them are actually cooking, but who cares cuz they’re naked! I love them…I giggled so much while writing this. This is for mature audiences only. Everyone is 18+)

Leonardo💙:

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and in the distance you could hear sizzling. You smiled and wrapped the warm blanket around you. Your blanket smelled like him. And he, your amazing boyfriend, was taking care of you. Cooking breakfast.

You walked in and got the beautiful sight of his scaly green butt glistening in the sunlight. “Shit!” You stared as Leo grabbed a towel and wiped his plastron.

“What happened Leonardo…” He turned to stare at you.

He liked keeping composed around you but he wasn’t perfect. “Some of the bacon grease keeps splashing on me. Where are your aprons love?” You walked over and got one out for him.

‘Kiss the cook’ and that is what you did as you put it on. The blanket falling from your shoulders to the floor.

“I figured you’d need a hearty breakfast after all the work you put in last night. You were so good for me.” He smiled returning your kiss.

“I’ll need it for today’s rounds…” You giggle.

“You most certainly will…now…let me take care of you, go sit down a the table…and behave.”

You walked slowly. He watched as your naked body glided away from him. Beautiful, but how indecent of you. He thought quietly about you. What to do with you. How many orgasms he would heat up for you. Mmmmm…delicious! Now that was a damn good breakfast.

Raphael❤️:

“You know Raphael, we’re usually supposed to eat before we have sex.” You peeled yourself off the carpet.

Raph hadn’t even walked five feet into your apartment before you two were banging like nobody’s business.

“Yeah well, maybe if you hadn’t started it we wouldn’t be here right now…So what did ya make for dinner anyway?”

“Pasta but it probably needs to be reheated.”

“I can do that.” He was already was turning the burner on.

You frowned. “Aren’t you going to put your clothes back on?”

“Why bother? We’re just gonna do it again.” He smirked.

That was a good reason, plus seeing him naked was always a treat. You walked over to him, brushing your fingers on his arm.

“You’re distractin me…” He gave a light playful smack to your butt.

“But that’s my job Raph…”

“You can do it right…here…” He easily picked you up and sat you on the counter.

You swung your legs and marveled his muscles. Damn he was toned everywhere. Muscles even rippled on his ass when he shifted. You reached down. Sneakily trying to relieve your desire. But Raph saw you out of the corner of his eye.

“Whatcha think ya doin? Huh? You just said I had to wait for my desert, yer gonna have ya wait too shorty…” He warned.

But despite his growl you kept going. He would have taken you there by now. He groaned jaw clenched, white knuckling the wooden spoon. Then with the blink of an eye you were being pinned down on the dining room table.

Donatello💜:

You wake up exhausted. 5:00 am, it took awhile to find the safest way to the surface and you already snoozed your alarm once. Groggily, you pulled your clothes on. You reach over to his side of the bed but it’s empty again. Sighing, you head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee before you have to leave for work. That’s when you see him.

Buck naked. Sneaking into the family Pop Tart stash. He only did this when he ran out of his own hidden away stash. You stop and stare at your boyfriend, admiring his cute green butt. Just as he’s unwrapping another pop tart and shoving into his mouth, you make yourself known.

“Donnie…what are you doing…?” Your sweet voice rang out startling him and causing him to choke.

Getting control of his coughs he spoke “…Nothing! I…everything…I got hungry…” a look of guilt in his eyes.

“Donnie honey I could have gotten you one, you just had to ask.” You touch his arm tenderly, before giggling at his nakedness.

“I know but I wanted more than one…like…thirteen…” You stared at him wide eyed as he showed you the evidence.

You smiled sly and slipped out of your unwanted clothes. He gulped down the last bite of Pop Tart and stared.

“Donnie dear, if you were really hungry for something sweet you could have eaten me…” you giggled bouncing up to steal his lips for kisses. Laughing at the crumbs still on his face.

Michelangelo🧡:

“Hey anglecakes, I’m hungry gonna go heat up some leftover pizza. Do you want any sunshine?” You sleepily smiled at your boyfriend and nodded.

It was already lunch time and you were getting hungry. You shifted up on the couch as you watched your boyfriend stride into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born, without a care in the world.

He took out two different pizzas and looked over at you. “Pepperoni or pineapple?” You were to busy staring his manhood to notice.

“…banana…I mean uh…do we have any um…sausage!” He laughed waggling his brow.

“No you had all of it last night…remember…?” You thought back to last night and giggled.

Mikey put a slice of each on both plates, and popped it in the microwave.

As he waited he did a little fun sexy dance just for you. Just he was about to twerk the microwave beeped. He brought over the pizza.

“Ow! Hot!” A bit of cheese fell on your sensitive skin.

“Yeah but it’s not as hot as us hotness…” He dipped his head low to lick the sting. “Yummers…”

What happened next was yummy indeed.

MM RAPH!

HES ADORABLE RAAAAAHHHH

MM!APRIL IS SO PRETTY IN YOUR STYLE OMGGGGG

mutant mayhem but in varying artstyles because my ass is NOT decided on one (jelp)

🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

also have one of fisheye perspective raph...in another artstyle

he wants waffle fries and many more

tw eyestrain

a quick scetch

@mikasleaf @tmaynt day one: favourite turtle

apart from kinning him i really like him actually as a character

his gay ass has captivated me XD

I just thought I'd make a lil thingy of my fave character from the new tmnt show :D

The drawing i’m working on now will probs take a few days, so take a timmy turtle Jellycat plush, version of Raphael till then

some sketchbook doodles I did of the 2003 turtles (I'm still not used to drawing them lol)

click for higher quality as tumblr rrrreeealy butchered this one

Been rewatching tmnt 2k3 recently n you gotta love these two :DD

They're twins your honor

(more dc stuff comin soon btw ;) )

a quick little gossip sesh doodle

(click for better quality)

They're talking about monster trucks like geeks