4 Slasher Bastards

16’8½” tall man in the boots 🫦👢

it is really impossible for boys to have children with humans, but ... what if it was the case? how would your character and Donnie merge, to get an idea? 👀👉👈

Dammit anon, it’s been ages since I drew a kid HAHAH

Personally I’m not much into them, but I wanted to give in on this exercise

Meet Stella. It’s a very quick sketch and I’m sure it can look better at some point ASJDJASF

She has no shell, but scales, a plastron, and no hair. Her bandana is to make it as if she had hair (loves to play with the colors). She loves to help Donnie whenever he does anything mechanic 💜

........ ah crap now I want to sketch interactions with her, my OC and Donnie. CURSE YOU ANON >8[

PLEASE send me requests.

I've been gone for a while but I'd like to make it work again

request by  tech-turtle-dirty-nerdy

I hope you like it!

Donatello with her two daughters (Gwen and Estelle) :)

After I finished the first picture, I had a strong urge to continue it… HNNNG… I HAD TO!  I CAN IMAGINE THE MOMENT, WHEN THE BABY BEGINS TO DROOL ALL OVER HIS FACE

you can use my pictures for whatever you want, as long as you will not erase my name from it and claim as your own.

I will not accept more requests now, because I had a few picture in my mind~ and I still have a few half finished works and late gifts :(

(sry for my english)

APPY SLICES

Bayverse turtles x fem reader

Turtle fluff, kinda petty jealousy, nothing sexual

Second Person, no Y/N.

Inspired by a pinterest post I saw about having an office turtle and the punch line was "does the big man want his appy slices?" and it just snowballed from there

Your first vacation in a year, and you were stuck with a house guest for part of it.

Well, sort of a house guest.

You stared at the blue, plastic kiddie pool taking up half of the living room, shoved between your TV and the L shaped desk you used as a work space. A sandy colored shell was moving slowly around as Romeo explored his temporary digs, the large tortoise taking everything in with long, slow blinks.

“Boy, does your mother owe me one,” You informed him lowly, shaking out tired arms that still ached from carrying the large cat carrier up the stairwell. “Though, I guess she should be worried you won’t wanna go home on Monday. After all,” you leaned down, watched as Romeo turned those large, multicolored eyes in your direction, “I seem to have a growing collection of turtles.”

He let out a loud huff, the air whistling through his nostrils, and you snorted. “Sorry, tortoise, though I’m pretty sure the rest are turtles.”

He turned back to ignoring you, making slow movement towards the heat lamp you had attached to the back of a stool and swung over a part of his pad.

You hummed, watching him, then glanced over at your phone when it dinged from the couch.

Orange Crush: Hey babycakes, we still good to come get you after patrol? Donnie got ahold of that movie you wanted to see.

Uh oh. You bit at your nail absently, thinking, then typed back:

You guys are welcome to stop by, but I might have put a snag in movie night. I’ve got a house guest I have no idea what to do with.

You hit send, waited a beat, then hit accept before it even rang, expecting Leo’s name.

“Everything good?”

You decided not to comment on the speed dial. “Yea, everything’s fine. I’ve just… got a house guest.”

A beat of silence, “are you in danger?”

You frowned, stared across the room at Romeo, then had a light bulb moment as you replayed what was said. “Oh, god, Leo, no I’m fine. This isn’t a ‘help, there’s someone in my apartment’ type of thing.”

“Well that’s good,” he breathed, and you could hear his dry humor creeping in, “Though you almost gave Raph a heart attack just now.”

“Spiders almost give Raph a heart attack,” you deadpanned back. “But seriously, I’m just babysitting a pet for a friend. Um… actually.” You squinted at the tortoise sunning himself. “Don’t- don’t be weird when you guys get here.”

A longer beat of silence. “O-kay.” The word was drawn out. “We’ll be over in ten.” He hung up before you could squawk about cutting their patrol short, and you was left holding the phone comically to your ear.

Romeo chose that moment to let out a questioning chirp, his beak opening and clicking shut, and you turned her attention back to him. “Hm? You hungry, big boy? Let me go get your food.”

You got Romeo his salad, watching with slight amusement as he once again slowly moved toward the plate of offerings next to his sunken water bowl, high pitched chirps coming from him as he started to eat.

A light tap at your window pulled your attention, and you crawled over the couch to unlock the window, letting Leo do the heavy lifting to actually get it open.

“Heeeyyy,” You said, smiling brightly, trying to block the view behind you while leaning against the frame.

Leo rolled his eyes, “hey yourself. You gonna let us in?”

You pursed your lips, looking over the four of them crammed onto the fire escape, Donnie half hanging off the railing as he avoided Raph’s shell. You held up a finger threateningly. “Don’t be weird.”

You heard Raph scoff as you moved to press against the couch cushions, letting them step in over the furniture. “‘Don’t be weird’ she says to the mutant turtles.”

“Uh.” Leo pulled up short, one foot still on the couch, letting Mikey bounce off his shell as he noticed the kiddie pool.

Romeo looked up from the salad, took in the towering turtles staring back, and let out a low grumble that somehow managed to thrum through the room.

“Wow. That’s impressive.” You popped up on the couch, leaned over the arm, watched as the four turtles spread out a little, all still watching the kiddie pool.

“Sheesh, that’s nothing, babycakes,” Mikey said over his shoulder as he backed to the side to perch on the couch next to you, baby blues fastened on the tortoise like he’d disappear if he blinked. “That little rumble ain’t got nothing on Raph in the morning.”

“Huh. Really?” You glanced at the red turtle, but he shrugged, moving towards the kitchen counter and the cans of soda you’d set out while waiting for them.

“It ain't nothin special, sweetheart. How long you watchin mr. grumpy pants?”

Leo still hadn’t moved from his spot half on the couch, and with a huff Donnie pushed past him, the only one to take a step closer to the kiddie pool and crouch down to get a closer look.

“I have Romeo until Monday morning.” You tried not to sound too intrigued with what was happening, or not happening, but you probably failed judging by the quick look Raph threw your way, slight smirk curling his mouth as he watched you peer between Romeo and Donnie.

The tortoise had one eye on Donnie and the other on Leo, his head swiveled to the side to keep them both in sight as the ominous grumble sounded once more.

“Oh, goodness.” Donnie chuckled, perched as close to the plastic lip as he could get without touching the tortoise’s turf.

Raph whistled, long and low, as the noise lowered deeper until it was a threatening burr. Romeo snapped his beak at the sudden noise from Raph.

“Ok. What’s happening?” You asked, looking from Mikey to Raph for answers.

Mikey winced, fingers drumming out a fast staccato on his bent knees, so you turned your question to Raph, who simply shrugged.

“Donnie,” you whined, and heard him hum in answer. “What’s with the weirdness?”

“Oh, well, I suppose we’re making him a little uncomfortable.” He supplied, twisting around to address you from over Leo’s hip. Romeo let out an angry hiss, and Donnie swayed back out of sight. “Oops.”

“Now you done it,” Raph joked. “Touched the big man’s pool.”

“So I should have coached him instead of you guys?” You smirked, the notion that the bigger turtles were all being trash talked by Romeo amusing.

“Eh, probably wouldn’t have changed much,” Donnie chirped back at you, pulling another threatening beak snap from Romeo.

Raph chuckled. “Careful, Don. He might think you’re after his girl.”

“Oh so now I’m part of the problem?” You put as much sarcasm into the query as you could, moving to sit up on the couch, swaying into Leo’s space.

“Sure.” Leo answered, finally moving his foot off the couch as you brushed against him. “Bunch of big ugly rivals come into his place, touch his home, chirp at his girl. I’d be pissed too.”

“Would you?” You tried not to sound too amused, hand coming up to press against your mouth at the uptick in Leo’s cheek even as his gaze was kept on the tortoise. “So is he gonna get even more cranky if I leave with his ‘rivals’?”

“I’m sure he’ll live,” Raph pushed away from the counter, snapped his fingers under Donnie’s glasses. “Genius, quit harassing the poor dude. He’s stuck in a pool, we get to go watch a movie with his girl. Don’t rub it in.”

“Pretty sure I’ve known you guys longer than him,” You kicked out at Raph playfully as he passed close, connecting with his thigh and making him sway to avoid the pressure. “Think that makes him the interloper.”

“Ah, ok, I see how it is, you’re our girl. You want us to avenge your honor, teach this creep a lesson?” He jerked his head toward Romeo, grabbing your foot with ease as you went to kick at him again. You let out a quick giggle, jerked your foot away from his grip, leaning towards Mikey for protection as Raph made a grab for your retreating foot again.

“Hey, it’s all good babycakes, I’ll hide you from your loverboy’s rival.” Mikey lifted his arm, flashing the charm as he let you wedge yourself between his shell and the couch, feet tucked in the cushions where the larger brother couldn’t reach.

“We better get going before we rile your house guest up even more,” Leo commented, ignoring the playful banter as he stepped sideways out of Raph’s way. “You have everything you need?”

You hummed, twitching further behind Mikey as you felt the youngest brother’s fingers reach back and ghost your far side. “My bag’s in my room. Obviously, I’m gonna have to come check on Romeo tomorrow, but I think he’ll be ok for the night.”

“Especially if he doesn’t have to deal with us,” Donnie added, straightening and stepping around the pool to head down the short hallway leading to your room.

“Oh, shoot, hold on. Can’t forget.” You popped out from behind Mikey, wildly grabbing onto Leo’s arm to steady yourself as you overcorrected on the couch cushion. His forearm tensed under your hand, giving you something steady to push off of as you headed for the counter.

As you turned around with an apple and a knife, Mikey gasped. “He gets appy slices?”

“Yup, every Friday.” You responded, not looking up as you carefully started cubing the fruit.

“He’s get a treat after being an ass?” Raph sounded incredulous, and you blinked, looking up finally to find all three staring at the apple in your hand.

You took in the various looks of envy and mild offense, and reached behind you for the bag with the rest of the apples. “Do… do you guys want some?”

Donnie rounded the corner at that moment, stopped so hard his shoe squeaked on the floor. “He gets appy slices?”

“O-kay.” You pulled the word out long and slow, conscious as they tracked you and the dish of apple cubes across the room to the kiddie pool. It had to be your imagination, but Romeo almost looked smug as he hurried over for the treat you set down.

Behind you, Raph made a noise of disgust deep in his throat, and you fought to keep the smile from your face as Mikey echoed the sentiment.

“I promise,” You rose and turned to face them, “I will bring the whole bag and make you guys as many appy slices as you want tonight.”

Raph took the few steps to the kitchen, grabbed the bag of apples, and crossed back over to the couch and window. His brow raised as though daring you to laugh as Mikey opened the glass and hopped out onto the fire escape.

You fought it successfully until Leo purposely bumped into you, a gentle reminder to get moving, and you followed Donnie out into the chilly air, careful as you pulled yourself over the edge of the window.

Donnie offered you a hand, grip cool and firm as he tugged you up the flight of stairs and passed you off to Raph, whose arms you curled into as he picked you up effortlessly.

“Where’s Fearless?” He asked, stepping up to glance back over the edge, and you gripped tighter as the buildings swelled down to meet the street.

Leo stuck his head out of your window as though summoned, taking a moment to close the latch before he scaled up to where the others were waiting. At Raph’s questioning look, he huffed, the lights catching briefly on his teeth.

“Just reminding Romeo down there that he’s only a house guest.”

You blinked, your face going loose with shock, “Leonardo, did you growl at that poor tortoise?”

The only answer you got was a smug smirk, and Mikey’s bright belt of laughter.

Much later, in the lair, you sat slumped in the middle of the couch, fingers sticky as you peeled yet another apple. You didn’t even bother to lean forward as you offered a slice over the edge. You weren’t sure how they knew it was there, the only light coming from the soft jewel tones of the older movie on the big screen, but the slice was always accepted, much larger fingers grazing your palm the only indication.

You smiled, and cut off another slice.

Much later, in the lair, you sat slumped in the middle of the couch, fingers sticky as you peeled yet another apple. You didn’t even bother to lean forward as you offered a slice over the edge. You weren’t sure how they knew it was there, the only light coming from the soft jewel tones of the older movie on the big screen, but the slice was always accepted, the much larger fingers grazing your palm the only indication.

You smiled, and cut off another slice.

Yup

That one

I want that one right there

Present Mic doodle for a friend :]

HOW 2005 doodles.

Something a bit more light-hearted because I love these horrible twins.

Also, I'll throw some angsty stuff soon :)

Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]

Posted:09/16/23

Title: Beheaded and Beloved [Headcanons]

Yandere Buggy x GN Strawhat reader

Summary: Buggy becomes yandere over a strawhat after be stuck as a head on their ship. [Headcanons]

Author's note:

Word Count: 1128

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Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Buggy was pissed off that he was not only stuck on the ship of the straw hat crew but that he didn't have his body.

The crew needs him to guide them to Arlong and Nami. Usually, he would be stuck in a bag in the corner when they didn't need him. However, a curtain little straw hat had an annoying habit of "taking care of him."

Most of the crew wouldn't care when Buggy was hungry or where he slept, but for some reason, you did. The reason this was so strange to Buggy was because you did more than necessary to provide for him.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't touch me." Buggy snips at you as you take off his stripped bandana. "I'm washing you. Your filthy..." You then went to take his long blue hair out of its bun. "Wash me?! The fucking does that mean? I'm not your little pouch." He hisses when you try to take the hair tie out of his tangled hair. "Watch it!"

You made a habit of washing him. Which includes doing his hair and rinsing off his crusty old makeup. Which he hated the first time you did.

"Don't touch my makeup you whore!" Wetting a washcloth you began to wipe it away. Buggy was starting to become insecure about what he would look like without it or that the crew would see. However, those thoughts melted away as you cleaned and moisturized his face. By the end, Buggy was quiet with his eyes closed. You even found him leaning into your caring touch.

To his surprise, you had even gotten him a little makeup to reply after all the pampering. "You... bought makeup for me?" He questioned, watching you open the new packaging. "Yeah... I figured you want to redo it after I wash you up."

The first time you did his makeup, he kept complaining that you weren't doing it right. "If you were on my crew. I'd chop your hands off for this!" He shouts after you show him the makeup you did. It wasn't a bad job. Buggy didn't even look at it before shouting. He just hated that someone else did it for him. "While then, I'll wash it all off, and you'll be makeup-less." He's eyes widen. "It's marvelous darling~," Buggy replies dramatically.

Over time, he found himself craving your attention and affection to the point of obsession.

To you, none of these things were meant to be seen as anything more than looking out for someone else.

The whole crew saw the shift in Buggy's behavior towards you. He was becoming a lot more forward with his flirting, and on the rare occasion, he showed kindness, it was always for you.

Buggy loves it when you wash his hair and give him a gentle scalp massage or carefully brush out his long water hair.

"Mhmm..." Buggy melts as you massage his soapy scalp. You smile, happy that he's not fighting the washes anymore. "You know~" He starts, making you roll your eyes. "What?" You asked, combing the shampoo through his hair. "This bath would be so much more relaxing if you joined me~" You stop brushing. "Bitch your in a sink..." Buggy stops and looks down for a second. "Doesn't mean you can't get naked with me~" You sigh, filling up a cup of water to risen him. "For the last time taking off your bandana doesn't count as me undressing you."

When the crew has to make a pit stop and your not the one holding him he'll do nothing but bitch about it.

"Put me down! Where's y/n?!" Sanji shoves Buggy into a bag. "Shut up!" He shouts at Buggy, who doesn't listen. "Never!" After about an hour of muffled complaining, he stopped. Main from being out of breath. That was until he heard you talking. "Y/n? Is that you, baby? Come on, sweets, let me out!" He begged from the bag.

The crew has used this against Buggy. Bad decisions or pissing off the crew? It's time to be babysat by someone else for a while.

He's also constantly trying to convince you that you don't need the straw hats. If you could just take him to his body, then he'll be all the pirate you need.

"I've got a whole crew waiting for us back at my circus, and all the treasure in the world to keep you happy. I could even make you a star. People will come from all over the world to see you~" He tells you in his sweet voice, batting his eyes at you. "No." Buggy blinks a few times. "WHY NOT?! What do these pathetic straw hats have that I don't!"

Buggy also made a bad habit of telling about all his sexual fantasies with you or how he could "provide" for you even just has a head.

"Sanji!" You shout, carrying Buggy to the kitchen. "Yes, dear?" Sanji asked, looking up from the meal he was preparing. "I need a knife." Sanji eyes shift to see a rag shoved in Buggy's mouth. "What happened to your little friend?" He smiled at the displeased look on Buggy's face. "He won't stop with sexual comments, so I'm gonna cut out his tongue and lock it in a jar." Before Sanji could reply, zoro joined into the conversation. "I'll do it. Give him here." Buggy starts to squirm when hand him over. "Thank you." You exit quickly as Zoro takes the cloth out. "Unhand me!" He shouts at Zoro, who already has a pocket knife out. "Y/n! My love, come back!"

When Buggy finally gets his body back, he kidnaps you while the rest of the crew is busy fighting Arlong and his Fishman.

You were in the middle of fighting a Fishman when a red ball was tossed in towards the both of you. Without time to react, it explodes with red smoke, knocking you, and you're opponent out. Upon waking up, you find yourself on a pirate ship in a bed. "Hi~" Buggy's inches from your face. "Shit!" You jump back, making Buggy chuckle. "Welcome to my ship, sweetheart~"

Buggy takes you back to his circus and rebuilds his crew. You're forced to be his romantic partner, but considering he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend, he ends up treating you like a pet or copies what you did to him.

He also makes you continue the treatment you gave him when he was just ahead.

When he takes a bath, you always have to wash his hair. Buggy won't force you to bathe with him, but he will yank you into the bathtub while you're still clothed just to mess with you. However, when you bathe, he begs to wash your hair.