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Je ne sais pas s'il y a des fans de Rise Fr sur ce rĂ©seau, mais au cas oĂč, j'ai traduit l'Ăpisode 1 de la Saison 2 en vostfr. Bon, c'est une traduction amatrice, mais elle fait le cafĂ© ~â
Si jamais ça vous intĂ©resse, je posterai un lien WeTransfer, je suis tout le temps sur Tumblr donc si jamais je vois qu'il y a de l'intĂ©rĂȘt, mĂȘme d'une seule personne, je le donne ~
Promptober #2: Schhlump...
Oughhh boy I can already tell I'm not gonna be able to do as many prompts as I wanted to do... Oh well it took long enough but prompt 2 yippee!!
Soooo... how's your day going?
After reading that update I couldn't help but wonder "what if Donnie couldn't reach in and yoink Leo" and then I couldn't stop thinking about it kshdksh
@somerandomdudelmao (hi)
OH THEY WERE SO CUTE <333
(And then we drew on my friend's car after the movie :)
I did these a while ago but never posted them!! If you haven't read the MMPR x TMNT crossover comics... do it... they're so good <33
Small doodle dump featuring: a 2012 esque Donnie, a doodle I did telling myself to do work while actively not doing work, and a long shnooted Donatello :))
A quick screenshot redraw/study of colors
Screenshot below the cut!!
Some of my fav siblings :))
A.K.A. how Leo REALLY died.
Song referenced: "The Moon Song" by Oscar Lang and beabadoobee (Reminded me of the popular nickname used for Juniorâ "Space Case")
I am Not Well. Thank you @somerandomdudelmao for DESTROYING me yet again.
Based on an irl interaction my sister and I had once
Fun lil doodle I used to loosen up my art again!!
(linework under cut)
That update literally. I don't. I. Just take it @somerandomdudelmao Take this and take all my brain space and if I had any money I'd want you to take it.
FINALLY DONE WITH CHAPTER 2 !!
Sorry that took so long T T;
[first]/[current]/[nextâ coming eventually!]
@somerandomdudelmao your series is going to be the death of me. (/pos)
Based on this post!!
Late for school!!
(Click for better quality :)
The older sibling experience
Mikey being that tall scares me though.
I love @somerandomdudelmao 's AUs and the Tiny Tello (Pancake) arc is taking over my brain
This fic by @sunflowerbeean made me feel so much T_T It's only one chapter in so far but my gosdhfklsdmdsfj
I had to condense some of the writing for this so go check out the actual fanfic if you want all the fun (heartbreaking) details <3
Also I finally have some breathing room so hopefully I can post more in the near future ^ ^ (no promises tho!!)
WELCOME!! To my Rise AU, affectionately dubbed the Double Pendulum AU!!
I'm hoping to use this series as a way to practice art and storytelling, but also to get a lot of the funky ideas I've had floating in my head out. LMK what y'all think!!
I've got some big plans for this one so I hope you'll stick around for the journey :))
[first]/[next]
me when eenja ourtles,,,..,.,
Bro I thought Donnie was gonna get absolutely bodiedâ
Keep the 'tism turtle alive, folks.
@autismswagsummit
Mutant Mayhem brainrot... they're so shaped :))
Both the bottom left and top right drawings are based on that one notebook paper of chemistry notes Leo did (that I'm not entirely sure is official art but I took the concept and ran with it). On it listed Mikey: Theater, Raph: Math, Donnie: ??? (if I remember correctly!)
(Zoom in for doodles + details!! Close-ups of the more detailed drawings below :))
a quick doodle ^ ^
Imagine stumbling into the turtleâs lives by pure accident, falling from a fire escape and landing right into their arms. Theyâre expecting you to be shocked or scared or somethingâŠbut youâre barely even phased at the sight of the giant turtles standing in front of you.
Why?
âWell, Iâve seen at least one of you over the yearsâŠlike, a lot.â
Leonardo is stunned.
Stupidly, obviously stunned. Always so proud of his ninja training, he takes great pleasure in being the âunseen.â Just a shadow in a darkened alley, a swift blur in the corner of a strangerâs eye, a stolen sight that one might brush away as mere imagination and nothing more. So knowing that youâve caught them numerous times is, well, a little embarrassing for him.
Okay, itâs more like a lot.
âWho have you seen?â He asks quietly.
âWell,â you said as you carefully gathered the books and papers that had spilled from your bag, âIâm actually pretty sure it was you. Iâve seen you running over the rooftops a lot and I remember your swords.â
And now it was just plain humiliating. Raph scoffed in utter delight, already coming up with a million and one smug remarks to make, and he could see Donnie and Mikey sharing smiles. All the times heâd scolded his brothers about being more careful, warning them to avoid being seen, were now coming back to haunt him. Oh, he was never going to hear the end of this, he just knew it! They would be bringing this up for years and years.
Leonardo looked away from his brothers and back towards you, watching as you carefully inspected your phone for chips and cracks.
âIf itâs damaged, I can fix that,â Donnie said helpfully.
âI think itâs okayâŠâ you replied, âBut thank you. And thanks for catching me before I, you know, fell to my death.â
âUhâŠanytime.â Leonardo replied, his brain feeling fuzzy from the embarrassment and confusion.
âSee you guys around.â
And just like that you were gone, walking off into the city and leaving Leonardo standing with his brothers. At once the teasing heâd already been expecting started up, Raph ragging on him and the other two only joyfully encouraging him, but for onceâŠhe didnât care. Not even when Don joked about telling Splinter, not when Raph told him he ought to train more. Instead he watched you walk away and wondered when he might see you again.
Perhaps next time he was running across the rooftops, heâd stop and say helloâŠ
Donatello isnât really too surprised.
Statistically speaking, a good number of New Yorkers have seen that turtles from time to time. After all, theyâve been living in the city for all of their twenty-two years and have been active on the surface for eight of those now. There are quite a few humans out there whoâve caught a look at them, leading to stories of some sort of man-eating turtle cryptid living in the city waterwaysâŠthere are some interesting sites out there.
But math doesnât lie and youâre not the only one who has seen themâŠjust one of the few who has gotten to actually meet them.
âReally?â Mikey piped up.
âYeah,â you replied with a shrug. âBut itâs not really a big deal or anything. I mean, this is New York City after all. Iâd honestly be a lot more surprised if there werenât giant turtles running around here at night.â
âHow many times have you seen us?â Leonardo questioned, his blue eyes glancing sharply at his brothers.
âA lot of times through the years. Running around on the rooftops, getting into a few fights with gang bangersâŠactually, you know, I think Iâve seen him more then the rest of you.â
You had pointed right at Donatello when you made that little comment and already he could feel Leonardoâs glare settle on the back of his shell. He wondered if his elder brother would care too much about his argument for statisticsâŠprobably not! But you were smiling a little, brushing the dirt off of the Dittos that covered your black dress.
âAndâŠyouâre cool with that?â Donnie asked.
âYup.â
âThenâŠso are we! Right, guys?â
His brothers chimed in, agreeing with the sentiment. And with that, you were off, grabbing your button-covered bag and walking away to catch your bus.
âSee you aroundâŠ?â
âUh, Donnie. My nameâs Donnie.â
âLater, Donnie.â
Forgetting about the impending doom that loomed over him (he could already hear Leonardoâs scolding and feel that sting in his muscles from Master Splinterâs punishment, which was sure to be brutal and terribly clever), Donatello grinned to himself as you vanished into the cityâŠbut he was certain that he would see you again.
And maybe you wouldnât mind that at allâŠ
Michelangelo is curious.
You saw them? For years? And you didnât freak out or anything? That was rare for humans. Even compassionate people like April got a little freaked and, yeah, he couldnât really blame anyone for screamingâŠstill hurt though. They were no monsters, even if some people thought otherwise (Donnie had shown them those cryptid sites and he hadnât liked that much). Heâd been expecting screaming or fainting or somethingâŠ
And yet here you were, cool as a cucumber!
âJust one of us?â Donatello asked, clearly eager for answers. âDo you know which one?â
âOhâŠI dunnoâŠâ you murmured, running a hand through your hair as you thought it over. âHeâs an artist.â
At once Michelangelo felt his Leo and Don glaring at him and Raph, both who claimed that honorable role as artists. The two brothers shared a guilty glance, each of them wondering who had earned himself one of Leonardoâs long lectures.
âIâve seen him spray painting these gorgeous pieces! Thereâs these blue angel wings and this neon melting heart by the place I work-â
âMikey!â Leonardo snapped, Don slapping the back of his head simultaneously.
âYouâre Il Divino?â
Well, his secret was out. Michelangelo had been sneaking out every so often to paint the worn out brick and cracked concrete of New York City with his artâŠand now everyone knew. Including the pretty human in front of him. The fact that she liked his art so much made it possible to pretend that he wasnât about to be destroyed by his brothers.
âI love your artâŠespecially that roses beneath the bridge!â you chirped happily. âItâs been a while since Iâve seen it around.â
âIâve been, uh, busy.â
âWellâŠâ you said, picking up your sharpie-covered messenger bag, âif your schedule clears up, I hope to see your work again.â
âYeahâŠâ
Then you were gone, giving the turtle a little smile as you walked away. Already he was planning a new piece, something with neon pinkâŠand a girl with a bright smile. Leonardoâs lecture began as Raph and Don walked away, laughing to themselves.
And Mikey was stunned totally stupid, wondering what you would think of his next pieceâŠ
Maybe heâd get to ask you!
Raphael is unsure.
From the second you nearly fell on top of Leonardo, heâd been expecting the whole shebang. Screaming, panicking, all that good stuff. It happened to them about every time a human managed to find them, a guy starts to expect it. But you could not care less and heâŠ
Heâs the confused one right now.
Since getting back on your feet, you hadnât been even a little phased. Perhaps the fall had scared you but the turtles had not. Straightening your jacket, the metal and plastic pins caught his eye. A lightning bolt, several sarcastic phrases, a red eye. They were cool. You were cool, sighing as you looked back at the turtles.
âWhen have you seen one of us?â Leonardo asked. âWho?â
âI dunnoâŠwhich one of you likes to stand on rooftops and angrily scream into the sky a couple times a week?â
At once all of his brothers turned and looked right at him, an unspoken answer to your question. Raph looked away, face hot and eyes burning. Raphâs temper was well known to his familyâŠand apparently to you too.
âUhâŠya heard me, huh?â
âActually, I screamed back at you once. I believe I told you you to get your crap together and stop throwing fits at four in the fucking morning.â
âThat was you?â
Hands on your hips, you looked at the turtle with confidence and attitude. It was almost like you were daring him to snap back, ready for a bite backâŠhe almost wanted to take you up on it! You were not, he realized, even a little bit afraid of him. Shocking for a human but strangely comforting at the same time for the turtle.
âYup.â
âWhy ainât ya mad at me?â
âI was for a while. But then I saw you beating some Purple Dragons into the dirt and I thought, eh, give the guy a chance.â
Raphael grinned, chuckling beneath his breath. Clearly, you were not like most other humans. He felt certain that if aliens landed right here in font of you, youâd probably just tell them to get out of your way because you were late and trying to get home.
âI gotta go. Itâs nice to finally meet youâŠ?â
âRaphael.â
âLater, Raphael.â
He liked it. The glint in your eyes and edge to your grin, the way you said his nameâŠthere was just something about you that he liked. And there was something else telling him that this wasnât the last time heâd see you.
He was looking forward to it.
((We need more Mikey content, so hereâs a quick something đ Iâm listening to Grover Washington Jrâs âJust the Two of Usâ btw. Readerâs gender is neutral.))
You knew he was a flirt.
The way he spoke to April, and then to you, there was no denying that being a loverboy was as easy as breathing air for Mikey. There was this ease in his feelings, not one ounce of shame in his words and actions. He wore his emotions on his sleeves and at some point you couldnât help but wonder if it really was just a game - if he was just constantly throwing a line in hopes that someone would bite down to it and reel up to him.
Yet you could notice some differences whenever he spoke to you. The light touches, the warm smiles, that delicate attention to the every words coming out of your mouth. You probably bit that line at some point, without knowing, ⊠and you didnât mind.
The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself thinking back about those sweet words of his whenever you were alone.
âEverything just feels so right whenever youâre around.â
âI could spend all my evenings like thisâŠâ
âJust you and I. Just the two of usâŠâ
Just the two of us. You could feel a tingling sensation at the nape of your neck whenever you reminded yourself of those words. There was this way he said those, in a tone you knew he never used whenever speaking to anyone else - not even April.
âWe can make it if we try. I mean⊠whatâs the harm?â
That single question, echoing in your mind. You only wanted to fall into those arms, feel the warmth and security only him could give⊠He wanted to be yours, just as you wanted to be his.
Just the two of usâŠ
To lose yourself in that love. To fall for that smile of his, those baby blue eyes. That radiance amongst the shadows he had to hide in⊠Imagining yourself by his side. For him to be the first thing youâd see in the morning. To whisper sweet words and get bewitched by his charms. To feel that pride in his gaze whenever heâd look at you - and no one else. To sense that shift in the air whenever one of you was around, uplifting the mood.
Yes. You knew now that he was more than a flirt.
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