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So backstory to this is that my roommate and best friend got a beanbag the size of a bed and it was sitting in the middle of our apartment for a while. It was extremely comfortable and I would curl up to sleep in it, but because it was so big I’d sink into the center and people wouldn’t know where I was lol. It was nice though, cause The Bean was big enough to share!

It’s nice to snuggle with friends or siblings! I love how Rise wrote the brothers to be more physically affectionate

Drew the Leo’s :3!!1!1!1!

Still thinking about brand new mutated Dad Splinter figuring out the dynamics between his children. It wasn't until I was lining some of this that I realized the unintentional angst in this cute comic, because Splinter seeing how distraught Leo and Donnie are at being separated would hit a little too close to home for him.

Breakfast with the Baron

Breakfast is always more enjoyable when you share it with someone. Today you shared one with a certain large, pink sheep man who stole your heart and has the ring to prove it.

Mood music for peak domestic romance

Figured I'd try my hand at writing a Gender Neutral X Reader/self-insert story to accompany the art! (First time ever, ended up being much longer than I thought because of course it is, this is me you're talking about. ~1500 words under the cut.)

WARNING: Story has mild, silly suggestiveness at some points. (It's very PG-13, but just in case loving and goofy descriptions of sheep men's bodies are not your cup of Dad Fuel.)

Enjoy!

Edit: Fic is now up on AO3, you can read it there too!

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Sunlight streamed through the window in your bedroom, its rays falling on your form, and you stirred from your dreamland. Too early. You shifted so that you were facing away from the blinding light. But it was too late, you were doomed to be awake now. Bleary-eyed, you scanned your room and noted that you were alone. Not a large pink sheep man in sight. But the delicious scents coming from beyond the room indicated he was home, and that was enough to make you rise from bed.

After going through your typical morning routine, you found him exactly where you thought he'd be. Baron Draxum considered himself king of the kitchen, both at work and home, and he was wholeheartedly committed to feeding you well. Early on in your relationship with him, you wondered if he was spoiling you with so much home cooking. In time, you understood that it was his way of caring for your well-being—a love language. Now he made roughly half of your meals and you did not complain.

It was the weekend, so Draxum had gone all out even though it was early. Both of your favorite breakfast foods were on the menu. It was no wonder that you cartoonishly floated into the kitchen by following the waft of tasty smells. In addition to the meal, coffee was already brewed. A steaming hot novelty coffee mug that read "DAD FUEL" sat on the counter while Draxum cooked. Judging by the droopy eyes and a croaky, mumbled “good morning” when you entered his domain, you were sure that he would be drinking most of the coffee pot whether or not you had any for yourself.

Before you sat down at the dining table, you peered out one of the nearby windows. It was a gorgeous sunny day in June, just before the sweltering heat hit hard. These cooler summer days were precious, so you had the urge to have breakfast outside in the garden.

While the old Yōkai had finally adjusted to life on the surface, he still wasn't particularly fond of bright sunlight, as he had lived underground for much of his life. You could already hear his complaints about your idea before you even started. Still, you two had been together long enough that you knew how to effectively persuade him.

Draxum was nearly finished cooking everything. He was working the stove and had his back turned. Even from behind, his unkempt appearance was attractive—nest hair stuck out in all directions, his robe rumpled, the way he tiredly hunched over his workspace. He was like this on weekends when he didn’t have to groom himself and rush off to work. While he cleaned up well, his natural state was just as stunning. You gingerly wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nuzzled his back, and suggested your idea. Your face was buried in his back so you weren’t using puppy eyes, but you sure were using a puppy voice, a wholly unnecessary “pretty please with a cherry on top” kind of beg. His head tilted as he thought it over. A small smile graced his aging face when he looked over his shoulder. He agreed with a nod. Your loving expression worked like a charm.

Minutes later, the sleepy sheep shuffled behind you, breakfast in hand, to a big wooden picnic table that was partly in the shade of nearby trees. Your bountiful feast was spread out, more than enough for two. Books and other entertainment were also brought along, as you planned to camp out there for the rest of the morning.

With an old man grunt, Draxum plopped down in a white chair on the far side of the table, and you sat opposite him in a matching chair. You couldn’t help but smile at the ways he was handsomely growing older. You wanted to lightly tease him about sounding as old as he looks, but you bit your tongue. With his back toward the sun, it illuminated his form and made him look ethereal. Disrupting the tranquility seemed like a crime.

Draxum was one of those people who didn’t care about much of anything too early in the day. He wasn't much of a conversationalist either, at least until the coffee kicked in, so he did not chat with you at first. Seemingly stuck in a lingering daze, he wasn’t even swatting away the gnats circling him, but every so often one of his ears flicked on reflex when one got a little too close. Again, downright adorable, but you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from making any comment that would change his awareness. It was a miracle that the man managed to make breakfast as good as he did considering his state. Maybe he put in more effort to be attentive earlier, and now that you were sitting down he was letting his mind wander.

Not wanting to disturb him, you eagerly dug into your food, trying to keep your sounds of pleasure at a minimum. No words were exchanged, but none were needed. The peaceful sounds of nature accompanied you as birds sang their hearts out, squirrels scurried up and down the trees beside the table, and bugs lazily buzzed above your heads.

Perhaps it was the warm gentle breeze or a subtle movement that did it. However it happened, when you looked up from your plate, something changed about him that your eyes fixated on while you mindlessly chewed. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you snapped out of it when you finally heard his gentle baritone rumble, still a tad raspy from overnight disuse.

"What are you staring at, love?"

Carnelians glistened with curiosity when his eyes met yours. He sipped on his coffee and did not break eye contact, more alert than before. But the tone of his question was adorably dopey and sincere, so it seemed he was still not as aware of the change as you were.

The sheep was so groggy that he failed to notice that his robe had slipped from his left shoulder, revealing half of his ample, plush chest. A nipple and scars underneath his pecs invitingly poked through. Even though you were well-acquainted with his body, the accidental half-reveal somehow made it sexier. Fortunately, there was a table between you and him. If there wasn’t, you might have been tempted to sidle up to him and bury your face in his cotton candy pillows.

It was difficult to avert your gaze from such a magnificent sight, but thankfully something else caught your eye. The wedding ring on his finger sparkled when it caught a ray of sun. It was a pleasant reminder of the promise he made to you: I am yours and only yours.

Married life with Baron Draxum was interesting, to say the least. Though he was an aggravating man at times—his vices could be counted on more than one hand and his flaws on more than two—his love was strong and steadfast. Underneath all that pride and sass, Draxum was a soft man. He liked to challenge you—your mind, body, and soul—yet never made you feel like you weren’t enough for him. Whether in word or action, in his eyes there was no one on Earth as lovely and unique as you. He had quirky ways of showing it, but he always made it known in one way or another.

Despite this, he more than made up for any of your smaller grievances with endearing moments like these.

You took your time to swallow the food you were eating, set down your fork, and think of what to say. A coy smile inched its way across your face. You leaned back and waved your hand. "Oh, nothing. Keep eating."

The old sheep squinted at you. Whether or not he could sense your playful lie, he was still too out of it to probe further. He simply responded with a soft grunt into his coffee mug, set it down, and dug back into his food.

The cotton candy pillow continued to hang out all breakfast long. Either he did not notice at all, or he did and didn't bother to fix it. If the latter, who knew whether it was out of pure laziness or because he knew giving you an eyeful was a treat. Regardless, you were not eager to point it out and ruin the fun. It was hard to call it a wardrobe malfunction when the warrior's robe seemed to be functioning exactly as the universe intended in that little moment.

A sweet domestic life with Baron Draxum was never bland. Ordinary days and regular routines were marinated with the spice and zest of the love you shared. It was your secret hope that flame would never extinguish.

You had woken from your deep slumber from the night before. At least, you thought you had. But that morning felt so heavenly and blissful that you could never be completely sure it wasn't a dream.

"The Two They Left Behind" Part 21 | Cass Apocalyptic Series | Fan Anima...

03 Don adopting the Rise kids in any form immediately wins me over. Dragon in the Woods just took that concept and stabbed me three dozen times in the heart by throwing in a dash of Empathy is Learned and mind melding across the universes. How dare you.

Don't even LOOK at Dawn's kids or he'll stomp you to death.

anyway brb I gotta go cry about turtles

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.

April fall in battle.

I guess it's something extra for this.

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

Casey's scales.

transcript:

Caption: CJ: sheds his scutes and what few scales he has, but the rest of their skin just gets flaky and irritated, like excema.

Leo: oh dude, are you shedding? That's doesn't look good.

Casey: oh yeah I always does this, the water helps with the itching a bit.

L: Sure, for a second. This hurt?

C: yeah

L: Donnie puts chlorine and stuff in here, it's gotta be drying you out worse. C'mon, were going to the med bay.

L: You can use this twice a day for two weeks. How's it feel?

C: It burns a bit.

L: more than it was?

C: no.

L: good. That should be enough to get the worst of it under control, but if it gets worse after a couple days, we'll try something else.

C: Thanks, Leonardo.

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."

trying to lend a hand

Лу Чжаньши

Можно перевести как «Путь воина» , а смысл вложен как «следующая пути борьбы и доблести

Планирую сделать её независимым воином и охотником за головорезами и приступниками

A Few Months

Just two brothers having a conversation

Robot cats

This has been in my head for too long

Leo - 0/10, not only decided to make a pun joke, but also got flustered in the end (lol, JOKING, 10/10 and extra points for blushing)

Raphy - Sweet move…999999999999999/10

Mikey - 10/10 because he got the rizz and CAN use it perfectly fine~

Donnie - 11/10.. he’s good when he is angry ;)

Misc. tmnt stuff

Official desktop wallpapers galore! All images are 4:3 ratio (1024 x 768px), so please keep that in mind if you plan on using them!

...Mikey. Plz. I promise I'll get you your pizza, just stop it with the awkward Valentine's day hearts and the "draw me like one of your French turtles" pose.

My boy

Набросок большой «семьи»

Здесь 5 моих оригинальных героев и 4 черепашеньки

Конечно ниндзя. Просто они ещё маленькие крохи

Я ещё думаю дорисовать Сплинтера и не только

raising a baby white dragon, i.e. xiaobailong小白龙 by 跃然脂上

Jiu-ge's forehead is free real estate 💚

Forgot to post these here (and I have several more lil comics coming later too) but I have some sibling shenanigans based on @sha-biest’s adorable Chosen Family AU, where the boys and Splinter meet April and her mom Carol much earlier than in canon. They’ve each got their own way to say their big sister’s name as they learn to talk.

Bonus, the daily routine:

I’m too tired to write a thoughtful description but Splinter loves all of his kids so much you guys

instead of scooby doo, what if they were transported into my little pony?

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

Massive sketch dump! The mm Donnie is me practicing the show style by redrawing one of the movie screencaps hehe

Last one is just another concept for another iteration idea haha

TMNT: Roots (might be a placeholder name for now)

I had decided to create my own iteration of the tmnt around a year ago for fun, so I’ll be posting a few of my works I have so far here and there.

The TMNT: The tmnt are a lot more directly connected to the Shredder than they realize... he’s their biological father 😱‼️ they were born human but got mutated when they were very young,

Shredder had them with the intention of making them into his superhuman weapons. I’ll go into detail about this in another post. The four of them are around 16-17 years old.

Splinter: I’ll drop his lore later,,,

April: April is part Kraang (similar to her 2012 ver,) and often times has to hide her Kraang features when they appear (ex: sometimes she gets pink splotches on her skin or her eyes get freaky-looking, etc). She’s around 17 years old.

Casey: Casey starts out as a member of the Foot Clan because his older brother (Ryan) convinced him to join. Ryan was promised a tempting paycheck from Shredder, the brothers needed to take care of their little sister (Angel) so they really didn’t question Shredder’s motives at the time. He’s around 17 years old.