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What are we?

Alts. vvv

As for Atlas My Brother, it is not abandoned, I know it’s been years since an update (I got obsessed with transformers and rise fell to the wayside) but I intend to continue and finish it! Thank you for creating such a wonderful comic and I’m so thankful that my fic could inspire it!

DAY THREE OF CAPRIL WEEK!! I chose to illustrate a scene from one of my favorite capril moments to have written! April patching up a hurt Casey, and Casey deliriously thanking her, hehe *chef's kiss*

playing minecraft w/ friend who has a raph skin and we found 3 turtle eggs

🌇 The Tower 🌇

When he meets Splinter (hypothetically) at the end of the Battle Nexus arc, do you think Splinter just off handedly mentions it and Traximus freaks?

He thought they were seasoned warriors! They’re toddlers! He fought alongside a bunch of toddlers! The Triceraton Federation imprisoned and enslaved a group of infants! As hostages! He’s mad! He’s freaking out! He's worried about them now!

Splinter nods with understanding and pats him gently on the arm. “Imagine what it feels like to be their father.”

what if they technically don't allow minors to fight in the Battle Nexus but since Splinter was okay with it they had him sign a permission slip?

Does it leak into their personal life? Maybe they’re meticulous with their health and training, taking perfect obsessive care of themselves so that they’ll never fail in their duty. Maybe they let it all go, keeping themselves at base functionality because what’s a little hunger, a little strain, a bruise or scrape, in the face of the pain that they have to bear every day.

They never ask for help. They know better, have learned from all the times they’ve broken and called out begging for it only to be met with blank stares. They should be able to handle it, who are they if they can’t handle this one thing?