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Saw this goofy ass pose reference on Pinterest and absentmindedly went to the comments where I found my people
my kuchipatchi plush comes to life to help me
Rump
I want to play a game with you all.
You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.
Dirt
It took me 30 minutes to search ur name
GIVE TO ME THE ANIMATION M
in unloaded textures
Hey be sure to go to your blog settings, head down to visibility and turn on this little button that prevents Tumblr from stealing your posts and using it to train AI learning models. Good job, fuckheads, great update.
@psychologicalwarclaire
Biblically Accurate Agent Jay Walker weapon
Went away for work, got back, left to see the fam and lost my momentum on fully coloring this. Either way though, enjoy~
I need to make this as poster, cus my lazy ass won't do shit and need to remember to do shit.
Mad drive thru 🍔
haha yeah, i could never
*looks at my 4 accounts with 99+ emails*
in the opposite way
I'm sorry, how many emails?
I can’t even stand 1 unread email.
Dramatic idiots lol
There is nothing worse than having to lift up the cushions of a childhood couch to find the remote, not knowing what disgusting horrors lie dormant amongst the crumbs and candy wrappers. I avoided sitting where my dad does on the sofa because, for all I love him, the man devours snacks like a wood chipper and I don’t want to even know how crumby those seams are.
Donnie has a gas mask because he absolutely does not want his nose anywhere near a cushion that so many peoples butts have been on. What are they watching? Idk maybe slime tutorials cause they’re both definitely theatre kids lol
Angst? Who’s she, I don’t know her :)
kid in my class called Donatello and I quote “Donnatism” which inspired me to make this
FINALLY FINISHED MY HK FAV HEADCANNONS!! i love these goobers so so much
@psychologicalwarclaire
Oh I gave a great idea! *breaks character's psyche into a million unsalvageable pieces with a baseball bat*
peter's great at making friends
cowabunga!
BRO NO MY BOY
YOU'RE SO MEAN
mikey 31?
idk what direction this would go
Mikey + Gun Violence
Mikey had seen plenty of fake guns. Jupiter Jim Ray guns, obnoxious bad buy Lou Jitsu guns, even Donnie's outrageous laser guns.
He'd never seen a real one.
And he'd certainly never had one pointed at his head.
The depths of the barrel were infinitely dark and the metal outsides gleamed like the Shredder's armor.
"You get that away from him," Leo growled at the woman who held it.
The woman nodded at one of the goons that stood at Leo's shoulders. There was a dull crunch and he grunted in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
"You really are in no position to make demands, here," the woman replied in a perfectly even voice. "You will tell me where the other one is, or the small is going to be more red than orange."
"There is no other one," Mikey managed, his voice shaking. "It's only us two."
She wacked the butt of the gun against Mikey's head and he cried out. Leo made a noise deep in his throat.
"Don't lie to me," she hissed. "I know neither of you are smart enough to hack my company's accounts. There is at least one more. And you are going to tell me where he is."
Click.
The cold cold cold cold metal barrel rested against Mikey's shell.
"...Or we'll see just how bulletproof this freak's shell is."
Mikey's wide eyes met Leo's wider ones. Mikey shook his head a fraction of an inch. Leo's face twisted, mind whirring behind his eyes.
Something warm was trickling down the side of Mikey's face. His skull throbbed where she'd struck him.
"He's-- he's--" panicking, Leo was either struggling to think of a lie, or making himself tell the truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, sagging. "I can take you to him."
"Leo, don't!"
The woman's face twisted in a horrible grin. "Great. Take me to the little thief." Her cold gaze flicked down to Mikey. "But let us lose the... dead weight."
There was one heartbeat--
One singular heartbeat--
And then--
She fired.
It was louder than he'd ever expected. The BANG went through both of his ears like a spike through his brain.
But that was nothing
NOTHING
compared to the immediate, visceral, all-consuming agony that exploded across his shell, into his shell, through his shell, through him.
He couldn't even scream.
He just slumped forward against the asphalt.
Leo's scream, however, ripped through the air, long and drawn out.
As horrible pain ripped through him, Mikey slowly realized that he was not dead. His whole shell and shoulder felt like they'd been blasted to pieces. But he wasn't dead.
Distantly, Leo was still screaming. The lady was saying something. Her foot nudged his shoulder. Icy needles seemed to burn through it.
A small and pitiful sound escaped his mouth. It wouldn't stop.
Leo sobbed in relief.
"See? He's still alive. I don't know for how long, but be assured I was merciful in my aiming." Her voice was fading.
Mikey forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. He could see a dark stain spreading across the ground. Had she shot his upper shell and the bullet had gone through his shoulder?
The thought was terrifying.
The goons were dragging Leo away. Kicking and screaming, Leo struggled in their grip. Mikey's name fell from his lips like tears from his eyes.
"HOLD ON, MIKEY! JUST HOLD ON!"
And then they were all gone.
No one left to hear the pitiful whimpers of the bleeding boxshell.
love u too bro <3
Haha but no they had a very serious talk after this
When friends come over for a sleepover and can't find blankets😴
Introducing... my sona, Cookie!
She's just a little gal for reacting, explaining, and overall hanging out. Feel free to ask questions about her or interact with her at all
Anyway, here Cookie is, drawn in various ways with various levels of effort and detail.
@purplepixel you wanted to see her? (the purple bunny belongs to him)
LET'S FUCKING GOOOO (a quick reminder also)