Two Brothers Growing Up.

He had no name.

Nor did his world.

He was a rough. A sketch. An attempt.

A failed one.

And so was his world.

His creator gave them up, again. After tries and tries, he grew tired of them. Again.

One by one, the will to draw not succeeding became a chore.

And he watched, powerless as he was thrown away, screams and pleading silent under paper.

He was in a prison.

His unfinished home.

Either emotioneless or giving up on their fates, his companions were already lost in deep numbness, while he stood in denial.

They were now forgotten doodles.

Unappreciated concept sketches.

_____tale.

No matter his attempts to make this blank world a better place…

He was the only one who had developped feelings.

He never got any answer.

He was alone.

[Part 2]

I needed to draw more content of them actually interacting, and Mitchell in general tbh

I'M SO EXCITEDDDD, THEY'RE BAAACK

Does ink like gold? because all AUs are golden~ (hehe science joke is funny...)

wow ok ink get out

golden child

Tmnt : Krang

💕

no because how do you even react when you find out the little creature you’ve been beefing with for months is of the species you’ve been taught to worship your whole life….. like that’s so funny.

(also i need them to bond. mutual identity issues go brr)

there’s a place I know that’s tucked away

failwife and girlboy or whatever