The Introverted Bookworm

Artist Info

Name: Introverted Bookworm or Bookworm

Gender: Female

Age: Minor (so don’t get freaky on here)

Hobbies: Art, Reading, Writing, Singing, occasional badmitton

Hyperfixations: ROTTMNT (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), TADC (The Amazing Digital Circus), CRK (Cookie Run Kingdom), etc.

Will do: Fanart, Fanfics, Oc x Canon, OC work, lore dumps, minimal gore (maybe more with obvious warnings), take some requests if I find them endearing

Will not: support pro ships, support T-CEST, draw s3xual things, take demands (just don’t be mean)

Goal: Eventually publish a book/story of my very own

Explaining my AUs:

Flies in a Web

A year and a half has passed since the vile Kraang attacked New York unprovoked, and the turtles are slowly recovering. All have some physical and mental issues to get through, but they are all otherwise okay, until a shocking meet-up at Todd's treehouse changes everything.

There is another turtle, who has no memory of who he was before the Kraang incident, and he could be a potential secret brother. They also meet a grumpy teenage chameleon, who doesn't seem to like them and has untold secrets that hold a risk for even bigger problems in the future. Suddenly, the brothers are thrown into a new mission: find out who the turtle is.

Unfortunately, that may be a problem, for Raph struggles through visions from an unknown source, Donnie closes off and spends all his time researching for unknown reasons, Leo struggles with physical trauma and his new leader position, and Mikey has taken up to training with Draxum at an exhilarating pace.

As the turtles whirlpool with personal issues and untold mysteries of their new friends, there is something tunneling behind it all. With all that is going on, can the turtles solve the enigma of the mystic beings, or will they finally dig a hole too deep for them to get out of?

April in Wonderland (WIP)

Flies in a Web (but the future oooo) WIP

Explaining My OCs

ROTTMNT

Woody

A main wood-turtle mutant character in my fanfic Flies in a Web.

Xsis

A main chameleon yōkai character in my fanfic Flies in a Web

Iteration of Usagi

A new samurai who enjoys company and is very observant

Iteration of Mona Lisa

A mutant salamander that owns a podcast and advocates for minorities and analyzes unsolved murders

Iteration of Mondo Gecko

A punk mutant gecko teenager who skateboards regularly in his neighborhood in the Hidden City and lives with his foster vulture mother, Auntie Avian

CRK

Yuzu Seed Cookie

Fan-Made Shadow Milk Cookie assistant that specializes in white lies.

Mace Monitor Cookie

Half cookie half monitor lizard centaur with violent tendencies and is third-in-command in Burning Spice Cookie’s army.

Tsampa Aouyin Cookie

Abandoned protector of Mystic Flour Cookie who runs in the gorge, killing any cookie who enters.

Lotus Seed Cookie

A blind prophet cookie with wings of lotus petals and a third eye. He used to be a matchmaker before succumbing to Eternal Sugar Cookie’s paradise, now only speaking riddles.

Tornado Cookie

Sister of Stormbringer Cookie who wanders the desert alone.

Brown Butter Cookie

Missing Ancient Cookie with the Light of Gratitude. I have a lot of lore on him, but for now, it’s a secret

TADC

Gnaf

A stuffed dragon plushie avatar that came into the Circus before Jax. She’s a fairly calm soul, mostly chilling out during the adventures and giving advice when the others want it. She’s about 36 years old in the real world, and has a past that she isn’t proud of. What it is? You’ll have to find that out yourself.

Sonic

Celeste the Otter

Captain of the first freshwater pirate crew: The Roarin’ Rapids! She’s just a cool otter gal who loves her crew and sky racing on her board.

Pokémon

Kyrin

A dragon Pokemon trainer originally from the Alola region, this spunky girl is always up for travel. At a young age, she’s been fascinated with dragon types, all because a Drampa used to come down to the playground at recess and play with all the other kids, especially her. Now, she’s travels the world in search of self-worth and dragon types to add to her squad.

Jayanta

A relative of Nurse Joy (all of them) who left her apprenticeship to become a trainer. Also Kyrin’s eventual travel partner and gf.

⁉️REQUESTS⁉️

Since school likes to kick me in the butt for a good ten months, I will not have a lot of time to be able to do certain things, though I do not mind taking time after work on the weekends to draw something people want. BUT, I will absolutely not draw ocs for other people unless it is for fanart purposes on my own accord. If you want to do that, wait until I have enough stability and supplies to open commissions (which will absolutely take a long time so please be patient 🙏)

DNI:

Pro-shippers

T-CESTORS

Rude people in general

OC x Canon Haters

People who will cause problems for no reason

✨ Fanart ✨

I love my ocs so very very much, I even give the side characters stories. But if you happen to like my ocs to… fanart would be appreciated and cool! Here are some guidelines:

This one is obvious but pls give credit!! 🙏Tagging me will be the best way I can find it, and if you could use #theintrovertedbookworm on your posts, that would be great!

Drawing my ocs meeting yours in any of these fandoms is fine by me! I love seeing other people’s ocs, so it would be cool to see!

Other Notes/Final Comments

I do not care about a person’s gender, race, religion, likes, dislikes, sexuality, or anything else. To me, everyone is just a human being, nothing more, nothing less. If you’re Christian? Cool. Pagan? Cool. Muslim? Jewish? Atheist? Cool.

If you’re gay? Cool. Straight? Cool. Bi? Cool (me two, twin!) pan? Cool. Trans? Cis? Poly? Ace? Aro? Cool.

A furry? Cool. Therian? Cool. Cosplayer? Give me advice please I love you so much.

I DO NOT CARE! People are people, everybody has opinions, everybody can mind their own business, OC x Canon does not hurt anyone, and if something bothers you? Leave it alone, move on, look for something else. Be respectful, be kind, be the bigger person in every situation.

Isabella (Izzy) belongs to @aphroditesweets . I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER!!!

The Fanart Gods demanded it of me, so I complied.

Holy crap did I struggle with all her adorable little accessories! She has such an incredibly unique design compared to most ROTTMNT OCS (which are all beautiful in their own ways) because of her clothes and everything else!

This creator mostly posts on YouTube, but she hasn’t much because she’s been having a really hard time, so I have a small message: you are allowed to feel upset in good situations. You are allowed to have doubts, fears, feelings and moments of weakness, but you will never be invisible. I hope you have people beyond the internet that are there for you and love you and care about you. Even if you don’t, you have a whole community here that does! We can relate and support you and understand your situation so you can heal without feeling pressured.

W O M E N ✨

Flies in a Web: Chapter 2

The distant clanging and banging within the pipes of the sewers was never enough to wake the residents down there. Growing up in the dark damp tunnels has made the turtles and their father immune to the unexpected noises, and it hardly bothered them unless there were signs of flooding within the walls.

No, that wasn’t the reason the Rapheal was laying awake now.

He stared at the ceiling, hugging a teddy bear close to him, his chest rising and falling stiffly. Ever since the invasion, he had been trying desperately not to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his dreams engaged him in a full display of how he had harmed his brothers while under Kraang’s possession. It felt real, painful, horrible. He kept reliving his mistakes over and over and over and over, and he hated it.

He raised a hand to stimulate his brain and covered his left eye. Darkness. The blind eye was another thing he had to live with, and it had been a huge inconvenience. He always used to rely on his vision for fighting, for how would he not spot the enemy without it? But now he has to shift his body much more than before to be able to look at anything on his right. Worse, there was a claw-mark scar over it all, creating a hideous distortion on his face.

His hand trembled and he balled it up. His brothers were safe, that was what mattered now, nothing else. If they were safe, he would be okay.

There was a gentle knock on the stone outside his room. “Raphie! Breakie!”

Ah, Mikey, perfect timing as always.

“Be there in a sec, little brother. Raph’s just gotta get ready for the day.”

“Alright. We’re waiting on you!”

He sighed and sat up, stretching out his limbs and making his back crack. He watched the scars on his arms and shoulder as he put on gear, his mask, and brushed his teeth. They were so pale compared to the rest of his body, and they felt so alien, even after over a year. His body only felt half his, and nothing was the same.

No, no, he was fine, his brothers were fine, everything is fine.

He looked in the mirror, and he stared at the milky white eye. It was flat, glossy, but felt hollow. It was a gaping nothingness of despair and pain.

… everything was fine.

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The kitchen smelled like eggs and bacon when Raph walked in. Leo sat next to Donnie at the counter as Mikey hummed, mixing what looked like pancake batter. Donnie looked intensely at his phone and seemed to shrink at any small sound around him. It was worrisome to Raph, his brother becoming more closed off than normal.

Mikey turned and smiled. “Raph, hey! Almost done here, just gotta get the pancakes ready.”

The eldest smiled back and leaned against the counter rather than taking a seat. “Is it possible to add chocolate chips to mine?”

“Sure!”

“Heathen,” Donnie muttered with his face glazed in the ghoulish blue light of his phone.

Raph rolled his eyes and tapped Donnie’s battle shell before rubbing his head. “Hey, ain’t nobody dissin’ chocolate chip pancakes while Raph’s around, understood?”

The softshell mumbled, but gave no further comment. Odd.

Leo yawned, and Raph’s focus went to the scars on his jaw. “Heh, oh sweet, sweet Raph, for you do not know the truth of the best pancake.”

With a playful grin, Raph walked over and gripped Leo’s shoulder in a firm, but reassuring hold. “Yeah, brother? And what would that be?”

As if sensing the moment, Mikey plopped a plate in front of Leo. A smooth pancake with chunks of purple was placed in the center with eggs and bacon bordering it. “Blueberries, baby, best damn fruit in the world.”

“Language.”

“Amature,” Donnie stated, “Worse than the chocolate chips.”

“Well, aren’t you a sour pickle today, Dee,” Mikey chortled as he set down a plate with a plain pancake with maple syrup on it. “Eat up. Raph, I’m almost done with yours.”

His gaze lingering at the crackling scars on Mikey’s arms, Raph nodded slowly. “Thanks. I always know to count on Magic Mike for all my basic necessities.”

The youngest spun around for flair and trotted back to the stove with his casual bounce, though it was off-center now. Muscles tensing, Raph remembered the moment that portal split the air like a spark to a match, how flecks of Mikey’s own skin flitted into the distant sunrise. He had torn himself apart simply to get Leo back. But that wasn’t his responsibility, it was Raph’s. Why did he have to get so hurt?

NO. Everything. Is. Fine.

“What kind of pancakes do you think Woody likes?” Leo put his feet on the counter as he took a forkful of bacon into his mouth.

The rest of them paused and blinked at Leo.

Leo himself looked back with a shrug. “What? I’m just saying. I mean, if he is our brother, Mikey might have to make a whole new pancake flavor.”

The box turtle flipped a pancake and sprinkled chocolate chips over it. “I’d love to experiment with new recipes!”

“You can do that anytime, Michel,” Donnie responded quietly.

“Come on, Dee! Isn’t it exciting to think we could have another brother?”

“Of course, but as of right now, I am too exhausted to express any emotion so I will simply say this: woohoo.”

Raph tilted his head. “Ha, okay, guys, I know we are all very excited to have a potential new family member, but we don’t know where Woody came from. He doesn’t even seem to know himself. So, let’s at least promise to not tell dad that we found another turtle mutant in the woods until we can figure somethin’ out.”

“WHAT?!”

The brothers all whipped their heads around to spot Splinter at the entryway, with a shocked expression, holding a bag of chips against his chest. His nose twitched, he paused, and exploded. “YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT THERE IS ANOTHER TURTLE MUTANT LIVING IN THE WOODS? AND YOU WEREN’T GOING TO TELL ME?!”

Trying to save himself, Leo held up both his hands as if he were under arrest. “Hey, dad… um, so, this was all Raph’s idea–”

“LEO!”

“–and I totally wanted to let you know that I was going to tell you before anyone else, so–guyii!” A loud crack echoed as Leo fell off his stool with a glowing pink mark on his face and a stunned stare.

Splinter pulled back his tail and pinned his sons with a disapproving look. “Anyone else feel like lying to their father?”

They all shook their heads, and Mikey looked very worried. He hated lying unless he felt like he had to. “Dad, we’re sorry, but what were we supposed to tell you?”

“Yeah,” Donnie added, “How would you have reacted if we had just brought him over and said: ‘Hello, Papa! So we have this new turtle guy joining us forever, and now you’ll have to steal double the food to provide for us all’?”

The rat man grumbled and waddled over. “I thought we agreed to stop keeping secrets after the Lou Jitsu thing. We’re family, boys, and you wanted to keep this hidden?”

“We don’t exactly know him, dad.” Raph grabbed his plate of pancakes that Mikey set up and shoved it in his mouth. “And it felt weird to just let you know.”

Leo got up and rubbed the center of his face to relieve the pain from before. Splinter looked down in thought. “You said he didn’t remember himself, what does that mean?”

Raph clasped his hands together and blew into his fist to calm his nerves. “Well, apparently, he can’t remember anythin’ before and durin’ the invasion. All he remembers is meetin’ Todd.” His tail lashed once and he shifted to contain himself. “Other than that, we have no clue.”

Splinter tapped his foot. “I didn’t see another turtle baby when Draxum created you boys, so I don’t think it was him. But, just to be sure, I can give him a call. Perhaps he can help us figure this whole thing out.”

“Oh, and we have to tell April,” Mikey added while pouring a ton of sprinkles on the last batch of pancakes, “Just because she would want us to tell her anyway.”

Donnie nodded. “Splendid idea. With her becoming a journalist, maybe her investigation skills could be of use. And once I get a DNA sample we can really, as they say, get the ball rolling.”

“Yeah, everything except for a beach ball, eh?”

“Shut up, Leo.”

The slider stuck out his tongue and Raph watched the small stitch scars on his legs flex as Leo limped. Nobody really understands how terrible the Kraang had beat him, so the fact that he was still standing and making jokes with the family was a breath-taking miracle. Every faltered motion reminded Raph that his brother could’ve died in there, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Stop. Everything. Is. FINE.

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The movie in front of Raph played loudly, showing Jupiter Jim flying through the cosmos on his way to the planet of robot vampires to save Earth once again. Leo lied down beside him and watched with a soft smile, hands crossed over his chest, legs pulled up, blanket over top of his rested form. He needed a lot of rest while recovering from his injuries; even after they healed up, he still needed to lay down every now and again. It hurt Raph’s heart to see Leo, once so energetic and confident, now having to stay in one place for almost hours at a time.

“You’re crying again.”

The snapping turtle looked up at Leo. Leo looked back tiredly. “I told you, Raph, you don’t have to cry for me anymore. I’m here and I’m not leaving.”

“That doesn’t matter, Leo," Raph responded while turning to stare off into nothingness. “At that moment, we thought… I thought you were gone for good. Yer here, but you might not have been if Mikey hadn’t opened that portal.”

Leo rolled his eyes, the glow of the movie screen reflecting in his deep blues. “I know, but I don’t like seeing you cry over me, either.”

“Then tell me what to do instead.” Raph was upset now. “Do it, go on. Yer the leader now, so lead me.”

“Raph.” Leo’s look was earnest and worried. “Hermano, I love you. You can look at me all you want, you can visit my room or the couch over and over to check on me, but don’t cry. It’s scary to see you like that. You hate crying, and we hate when you cry, too.” He sat up with struggle. “It’s just one thing. Please do this one thing for me.”

“Yah can’t tell me not to feel for you!”

“I’m not saying that. All I’m saying is that it’s really upsetting to see you, well, so upset. I’d feel better if you stopped, not because I don’t understand your feelings, but because I feel like I’d recover a bit better if I didn’t have to worry about you guys.” The slider scoffed to himself. “Like you used to do.”

Face falling as he watched Leo’s expression grow painful, Raph let out a shaky sigh. “Okay. For you.”

Knock. Knock.

“It’s them,” announced Mikey from the lair’s entrance.

Leo grabbed Raph’s shoulder to support himself and the pair walked over to greet their family. April had her hair up, and dressed in her classic jacket and dress and jeans. Her bat was strapped to her back and glowed menacingly in the faded lights. Draxum was in his robes and carried a casserole with a grim expression. When he saw the boys, however, he softened. “Ah, turtles, it has been some time since our last encounter. I trust your recovery has been well?”

Mikey nodded and wrapped an arm around Donnie at the counter. “You know it!”

Donnie carefully removed Mikey’s arm and looked at April. “Come, best friend, we have much to discuss.”

“Psh, you’re telling me,” April huffed as she walked over. “I was playing a video game with Sunita when all of the sudden, Draxum goes all Sonic-the-Hedgehog and tells me we gotta go fast because you guys discovered something. Without me. AGAIN!”

Leo snorted. “Sorry, April, but don’t blame us. It was Todd who surprised us with it.”

“With what?”

“You’re going to want to sit down, dear April,” said Splinter. He looked very serious. “Draxum, we have to talk.”

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April and Draxum sat down and listened carefully to what the turtles had to say. They heard about Woody, the treehouse, the memory loss, Xsis, and even how Woody had wanted the help. It was a long conversation that came as a shock to them, but they stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. Finally, after it all, Draxum decided to speak first. “So, you’re saying he looks a lot like you, so you think I made him?”

“Exactly,” Donnie sid, pulling up a screen on his technological compression glove. A holographic picture of Woody floated there as he stood next to Xsis. “Since he doesn’t seem to have any secret limbs or other form, he doesn’t seem to be a yokai. Plus, my sensors didn’t pick up any mystic energy. He is a turtle mutant, through and through, but we haven’t seen any other turtle mutants at all.”

“That is strange,” Draxum agreed. “My oozsquitoes have something to do with this, no doubt about that, but they haven’t made anyone lose their memory before. Rat-man here had a face-full of mutation and he didn’t lose a single memory.”

Splinter grumbled and crossed his arms. “Good thing, too. I would’ve pounded you to smithereens if I had.”

Leo yawned from his place at the counter beside Donnie. “So, you also know nothing about him?”

“Unfortunantly, no. But, I do believe there is a reason he is important. Donatello, may I see the photo of Woody again?”

Donnie pulled up the hologram and Draxum looked at it for a few moments. He then flicked through the sensor's different settings before pausing. His face tensed slightly before pointing to Woody’s chest. “Look, there, a pulse.”

“Probably his heart, Draxy.”

“It isn’t his heart, Leonardo. It’s energy. It’s a specific kind of energy that I’ve never seen before.”

Mikey placed his head on Draxum’s shoulder. “What is it?”

“I believe it could be the answer to what you wanted to figure out about Woody.”

Raph watched the hardly visible glow go off on the hologram right over Woody’s heart. “Meanin’?”

“Really? Does ‘never seen before’ mean anything to any of you?”

“Oh.” Raph felt his face grow hot. “Well, um, normally when people say things like that in movies they have an explanation after.”

Donnie raised a drawn-on eyebrow. “This is reality, Raphela, not some sci-fi nonsense.”

April gently patted Raph’s shoulder with a comforting glance. Leo yawned once more. “Oh, boy. Does it look bad?”

“I’m not entirely certain, but if it’s what’s causing Woody’s memory loss, it couldn’t exactly be considered good.” Draxum’s gaze spread over the group. “Turtles, if this is some new form of mutation, I want to research it. Perhaps it could be a potential cure for mutants.”

Mikey gasped dramatically as the rest stared. “So dad could be Lou Jitsu again?”

Draxum nodded. “Quite possibly. If I can extract a few samples, we can know for sure.”

Everyone looked at Splinter, who was in disbelief. He looked down before shaking his head. “While I agree, discovering what is causing memory loss can be a good idea, I don’t want to get my hopes up about some cure. It would be great to get back to my old self, but I do not think it would be wise to do. We don’t know how safe it is yet.”

Donnie nodded. “Dad’s right. We can focus on an amazing potential cure later. For now, let’s just focus on how that ‘pulse’ is affecting Woody. It’s possible it could’ve affected other mutants, too.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Leo said proudly. He limped to the front and drew his blades. “Mostly because it would be amazing to have the real-life Lou Jitsu as our dad!”

“... I’m still Lou-Jitsu, Blue. I am just a rat.”

“Whatever. Point is, we help Woody get his memories back–which allows us to keep our promise to Todd– and we get a cure for dad, maybe potentially whenever. Win-win for everyone.” He grabbed his plate and leaned against the counter. “Sound like a plan?”

April sighed. “Barely.”

“Aaaaaand… that is how we roll, baby!”

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Raph lied back down on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. After Draxum and April left, Splinter had had a long talk with them about how he didn’t want a cure because he honestly did like how everything was. Raph thought it was a good thing, Leo less so, but he didn’t argue with anyone about it. It was crazy, really, how a cure could be possible for all mutants, even the turtles themselves.

But what about Woody? Getting memories back from whatever past he came from couldn’t be easy, and that “pulse” wasn’t exactly comforting for anyone either. Raph wondered what could’ve been so bad during the invasion and the mutation to get Woody’s mind to simply blank out on everything about himself.

He turned over on his side and curled up. Everything was happening at once all over again. Memories, cures, promises, mystery. His brothers could be put in danger again. How and why was a mystery, but everything gave him an unsettled feeling. Nothing was right anymore, but why?

He closed his left eye, expecting total darkness as usual, but something wasn’t right. There were… figures, pink outlines of hallways and people passing by a door. The air felt cold, the footsteps echoed ominously. Pillars of solid material were placed around him, and he was completely frozen in place.

He opened his eye in a panic. Warmth rushed back to him and the vision fazed out. He blinked multiple times. He closed both eyes over and over, but the vision was gone. Was he daydreaming?

No, no. Everything is fine.

He lied back down and took deep breaths. He closed his eyes and drifted away.

Everything is fine.

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MASTERPOST for Flies in a Web

Ao3 Link

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Notes: Bro I’m so proud of this drawing! Looks 10X better than my first attempt (It was so bad, man, alcohol marker were NOT the vibe). Anyways, I keep re-reading my chapters and tempering all the foreshadowing I’ve done that you guys can’t know yet. Wah.

Bro wdym the only thing getting me out of art block is drawing my persona as a MLP character….

I swear I hardly see any ROTTMNT ocs who work at Hueso’s restaurant, and it is such a fun little thing to do I love it!

Xsis is actually one of Hueso’s favorites, since she loves to work hard and is pretty good at being efficient. You’ll see this in future chapters shhhh.

🩷Chapters every Monday🩷

Warning: Recommended ages, 13+

A year and a half has passed since the vile Kraang attacked New York unprovoked, and the turtles are slowly recovering. All have some physical and mental issues to get through, but they are all otherwise okay, until a shocking meet-up at Todd's treehouse changes everything.

There is another turtle, who has no memory of who he was before the Kraang incident, and he could be a potential secret brother. They also meet a grumpy teenage chameleon, who doesn't seem to like them and has untold secrets that hold a risk for even bigger problems in the future. Suddenly, the brothers are thrown into a new mission: find out who the turtle is.

Unfortunately, that may be a problem, for Raph struggles through visions from an unknown source, Donnie closes off and spends all his time researching for unknown reasons, Leo struggles with physical trauma and his new leader position, and Mikey has taken up to training with Draxum at an exhilarating pace.

As the turtles whirlpool with personal issues and untold mysteries of their new friends, there is something tunneling behind it all. With all that is going on, can the turtles solve the enigma of the mystic beings, or will they finally dig a hole too deep for them to get out of?

Information on characters:

Woody

Xsis

Usagi (TBA)

Fangs Latching In Chapters:

Chapter One// Here

Chapter Two// Here

Chapter Three// TBA

Chapter Four//TBA

Chapter Five// TBA

Chapter Six// TBA

Chapter Seven// TBA

Chapter Eight// TBA

Chapter Nine// TBA

Chapter Ten// TBA

Chapter Eleven// TBA

Chapter Twelve// TBA

Chapter Thirteen// TBA

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WARNING, OLD ART

Flies in a Web: Chapter 1

Rumbling of construction echoed all over New York City as the repairs on Metro Tower continued even after almost a year-and-a-half since the uncalled for alien invasion that plagued the streets. Hospitals were flooded with patients with indescribable problems and documentaries were posted on every streaming service about what people thought truly happened. The effect was so severe, it was like the concrete grounds themselves were scarred.

Schools were called off as well, with kids mourning siblings, friends, and parents. Many families moved away to avoid the trauma that came with being in a broken city. Pets had been left behind by death and forced to live alone with little chance for adoption. The government provided donations for those in need of charity from the event, but many people still struggled even with the added help.

But, even with all the pain, trauma, rebuilding, and rehabilitation, the people of the famous city of dreams would never know the truth behind the start and the end of the near-apocalypse, or the truth of the four underground heroes who saved them.

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Green graced every surface as summer penetrated the forests. Birds sang their cheerful symphonies of new life and the leaves rustled in tune with whistling winds. Frogs croaked baritones as the creeks pattered their beats into the rocks like drums. Everything in nature felt like a beautiful harmony, perfectly in sync and gracing the world with its melody.

Unfortunately, everything must come to an end.

“GUYS, COME ON!” A loud, high-pitched scratchy voice interrupted the bird’s playful tune and made the hidden creatures skitter deeper into the undergrowth. “WE GOTTA GET TO TODD’S!”

“Why the urgency, Angelo?” A lower, more annoyed voice called out as multiple footsteps tramped down the grass. “I’m certain Todd doesn’t mind us arriving at a later timeset.”

“Oh, come on, Dee, you know how he is,” a third voice rumbled as low as the croaking toads. “Besides, it’ll be nice visitin’ Todd again.”

A snarky voice with a hint of exhaustion arose in time with the group. “Yeah, and, we kinda owe him for the whole giving-us-a-place-to-stay-after-the-Shredder-destroyed-our-home incident.”

From the brush popped four turtle mutants, walking along an unseen path to the home of a familiar. The youngest one, a box turtle, bounced on his toes as he led the rest. His eyes were bright, brown with bits of gold in the sunlight. His yellow spots danced on his shoulders and thighs as he moved with purpose, and the stickers on his plastron stood out against his natural dull coloration. However, his hands were riddled with faint, crackled scars, like that of tree bark, and they crawled up to the elbow. His body quivered slightly if you took the time to notice, as if an energy inside was begging to be let go. He turned to his brothers with a toothy smile, his freckles glittering along his cheeks. “Come on! First one there is the all time champ for life, baby!”

The eldest, a snapping turtle, followed at a quicker pace than before, as if rising to the challenge. “Oh, ho, ho! Gettin’ all big and mighty, huh, brother?” His medium tail swung to balance him as he ran; his right eye glazed with white with blindness from the scar over it. His large spikes glistened green as the distant leaves, and paler scars coated his arms and shoulder where a previous infection had taken place. He caught up and grabbed the youngest’s shoulders while giving him a firm noogie. “How d’you like that, huh? Being humbled by the big man?”

Mikey squirmed and stuck out his tongue. “RAPH! LEO! Get him OFF!”

One of the middle brothers, the red eared slider, pulled through in a hurry. His pale skin was graced with yellow markings around his arms and legs, and under the bandana there were red stripes. His blue eyes held a playful, but tired feel, and his body wobbled slightly. His jaw held scars where it had been previously broken, his shell carried glued down cracks, and small stitch scars riddled his left calf and knee. He chuckled joyfully. “Oh, come on, Mikey, I thought you were a badass mystic warrior?”

The fourth brother, a softshell turtle, huffed at the antics before him. Yellow eyes scanned their forms with precision as his body grew tense, the purple markings on his dark green skin hardly quivering with the stiff movements. The battle shell that covered his real one heavily covered him so the scars underneath wouldn’t be seen. He shifted forwards and sighed. “Come on, brethren, let's not dally further.”

“Quit the fancy talk, Donnie,” Leo commented while limping past. “And, we’re dillying, not dallying.”

“Pretty sure there isn’t a difference, Nardo.”

Mikey bit at Raph’s arm with little damage done, but the eldest held firm and looked at the twins skeptically. “Guys, no fightin’. Also, watch your mouth. Let’s just get to Todd’s place before Mikey has a fit.”

With a disappointed grumble, Mikey looked up with a sneer. “I’m 16 years old, Raph, I don't throw fits.”

“What d’ya call it, then.”

“Establishing an expression of my feelings.”

“In a fit of unprovoked and childish rage,” Donnie added.

Leo let out a quirky laugh as Mikey flushed slightly, kicking his feet into the dirt. “Quiet, Donnie, nobody asked you.”

Donnie scoffed. “Elated gasp, I was just putting in a valid input.”

Flustered and outnumbered by the older siblings, Mikey gave up and patted Raph’s arm. Raph gently let him go and rubbed the top of his head. “Alright, let's go! And, I bet I can still be the all time champ before you can!”

Mikey’s smile returned and he glared competitively at Raph. “Oh, it is so on!”

And with that, they began their race, Leo and Donnie not far behind. The grass flattened behind them, the bushes shook in their wind, and the critters stayed hidden. The forest stayed silent for the while they were gone, and slowly began to sing again.

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The treehouse sat upon a short, thick oak, the branches extending under it in an attempt to hold it. A large ladder extended to the ground from a big, wooden box with blackout windows, a burgundy roof, and a calming yellow door. Bird nests, hummingbird feeders, and small ornaments hung from higher branches, giving the building an even more welcoming appearance.

The turtles stood there, admiring the place, before Mikey let out a laugh and ran to the ladder. “Todd! We’re here!”

“Hold on, Mikey! Wait for us!” Raph panicked slightly as he watched Mikey go up, mostly worried about his limb strength.

Leo snickered. “He is the champ today, Raph. Plus, he hasn’t seen Todd in a minute, so let him have it.”

Mikey entered the small porch and knocked, bouncing up and down to make his mask tails move in the same motion. The doorknob clicked, and the door opened to reveal the smiling capybara, blonde afro and all. “Hey, friend! Long time no see, am I right?”

The turtle grabbed Todd and pulled him into a tight hug. It had been too long since he had seen his friend, and it had honestly been hard seeing people outside of his family, because his friends matter just as much. He separated, tears brimming his eyes. “How are you, T-Man?”

“Doing well, honestly!” Todd put his hands on his hips and raised his brow. "Didn't get into any trouble without me, did you?”

The brothers climbed onto the porch at last as Mikey hesitated. Did the invasion count as trouble? “Um… does an alien invasion count?”

Todd laughed. “Oh, you guys! Always getting into the most interesting situations, silly goobers. Anyways, excuse me, come inside! I have a surprise for you.”

They all exchanged glances before stepping into what appeared to be the living room. There was a small TV on the left wall when they entered along with a couch and a few bean bags and a rug. Behind the living room was a small hallway with four doors on the left and a tiny kitchen on the right. Six lemonades sat on the counter, with one of them bubbling a bit with carbonation.

“Wow, Todd! Nice suite,” Raph complimented as he sat gingerly on the couch. “But, what about the puppy place you’re runnin’?”

Todd smiled and held out the platter as the turtles settled. “Oh, don’t worry. I still go there, but with the increase of residents staying with me, I decided to transfer them over so they wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the pups and stuff.”

“Residents?” Donnie reached for the carbonated one, was blocked by Todd, and forced himself to take a flat one.

“Yeah, poor things. That’s actually why I invited you over today.”

Leo yawned and took a sip, perking up before looking back at Todd. “Wow, are we gonna have a party with them or something?”

Todd giggled and waved his hand dismissively. “No, no, friend, it’s more of a call for help. You see, one of the guests has been staying here ever since the day of the invasion.”

They froze. Raph’s hand trailed to his eye before pausing and looking back at Todd fearfully. “The invasion?”

“Yeah. Found the poor fella in the woods unconscious and took him home with me. Strangest thing, though, he looks a lot like you guys.”

They perked up. Mikey spoke up first. “Like us? Like… a turtle? Another turtle?”

“Exactly! Man, you guys are so smart! Here, I’ll invite him out. Oh, I don’t know how good he is with strangers, so please don’t freak out?”

Raph nodded and glared at Donnie’s twitching hands, and the softshell noticed and smiled apologetically. Todd nodded as well before carefully moving to the second door down the hall and knocking. “Buddy, I got that lemonade for you! Can you come out, please?”

​​ A muffled response came through the door before it opened and a figure stepped out. He was a bit taller than average, about 5’9 or so, but his stance was confident and proud. He had dark, warm gray skin and three fingers and toes on each hand. His plastron was a deep yellow with small black square patterns outlining it. Small, inverted spikes traced his shoulders and thighs, and underneath each spike lay a bright orange fading into his skin. He had a neck stripe that matched his plastron, and his shell was a lighter gray with green horizontal diamond patterns. But, the most notable thing was his circle spectacles that rested on the bridge of his beak. The turtles gasped at the sight.

He did look just like them.

The other turtle noticed the four in his living room and paused. He gave them a curious look before looking down at Todd. “Um, is this some kind of weird intervention?”

Raph swallowed before nervously speaking up. “Um, hey! So we’re–”

Donnie got up and pushed on Raph’s mouth to shut him up. “HOLY GALLELIAO, YOU’RE FRAME IS PERFECT!”

The turtle blinked twice before tilting his head. “Can I help you guys?”

Muffled, Raph angrily spoke. “Donnie, I was trying to go for a welcomin’ approach.”

“Why would that matter, Raphael, if he’s a turtle that’s just like us?” Donnie walked over and put an arm over the other turtle. “So, how do you feel about syringes?”

Mikey gasped. “DONALD! How can you be so bold?! You can't just walk up to people like that!”

The other turtle became more confused, but didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable. He leaned closer until he was nose-to-nose with Donnie. “Why ask about syringes? Are you gonna test my blood?”

Thrown off by the directness of the question, Donnie paused and backed up before answering. “Maybe… ish.”

The turtle nodded before whispering behind his hand to Todd. “Are they secret aliens, or the F.B.I?”

“Neither, buddy,” Leo stated while standing with an embarrassing stumble before clearing his throat to save himself. “We are just like you: turtles! And we think you might be our new brother!”

The turtle blinked before looking at Todd. “Mad scientists, then?”

Todd sighed before holding one of the turtle’s hands in both of his. “Look, Woody, I know it has been–”

“Wait, your name is Woody? And…” Donnie put on his goggles before speaking again. “... you’re a wood turtle?”

The turtle, now proclaimed “Woody”, looked at them all before sighing. “Long story.”

“Woody,” Todd continued, “I invited them over because ever since the alien invasion thing, you have no memory of who you are. I’ve tried and tried to get you to remember, because I don’t even know how to. Since my friends here are also turtles and are ninjas, I thought they could help you.”

Woody blinked and looked sorry for a moment. “Todd, I know it’s been difficult for me to adjust, but I’m okay without my memories. But, also, did you say ninjas?”

“Born and raised, muchacho,” Leo said as he slid over and wrapped a hand over Woody’s shoulder, pushing Donnie off to the side with a thud against the floor. “And you could be, too.”

Raph grumbled and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry about them, Woody, they just don’t know how to be respectful.”

The turtle smiled gently as he took a sip of lemonade. “It’s alright, really. I guess I understand your excitement. Question: why do you guys have colored masks? I thought ninjas were supposed to be discreet and wear dark colors to disguise blood on their bodies.”

The brothers looked shocked for a moment, Raph going pale, before Mikey placed his elbows at the arm of the couch and chuckled lightly. “Yeah, we aren’t those kinds of ninjas. But, the masks did help our dad to tell us apart when we were younger!”

“You guys have a dad?”

“Hey.” Donnie’s voice sounded from the floor. “What’s in this room here? My scanners detect another life-form, but I can’t be too certain.”

Woody stiffened, grabbed the carbonated lemonade from the tray, and walked over to block the door. “Nope, nothing in here. Life-form? Psha!”

Leo smirked that obvious smirk. “Yeah, there is definitely someone in there. Who, a giiiiiiiiiirl?”

“Leo, please,” Raph grumbled.

Woody simply stared firmly. “It isn’t anyone’s business who’s in there, so why don’t you just–”

The door opened suddenly, and Woody fell backwards with a yelp. Standing in the doorway was, in fact, a girl. She was short-statured, about 5’1, but her body looked fairly proportional, with a sleeveless shirt and shorts that showed it. A long, spiral tail swung in front of her legs and her peachy-orange skin glittering a bit along with the pale blue stripes from her neck seeming to go down her arms, back, legs, and tail. Her pupils swiveled down to the turtle on the ground as she scoffed. “Really, man? Could’ve knocked before you decided to start screaming.” She turned and froze at the four other reptiles currently in the room. “D–did you multiply or something?”

Leo laughed before leaning on the doorframe and startling her. “So it was a girl.”

“Leo, stop it!” Raph’s eyes narrowed and he stood before politely looking at the girl. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a bit… forward. I’m Raph, what’s your name?”

The yokai swallowed before looking up at Raph. She seemed stunned by the mere size difference between them before blinking. “Xsis.”

“Xsis?” Donnie repeated before looking closely at her. “Odd name.”

She glared at him before stepping back. “Woody, explain?”

Todd laughed. “Just some friends I invited over to help Woody remember his past!”

Mikey piped up. “Are you a chameleon? I can tell by the veil.”

Xsis looked over with wide eyes. “Mhm.”

With a heavy groan, Woody sat up and glared. Leo looked closely. “Veil? Mikey, that’s a giant bump on the back of her head.”

“Yes,” Donnie inquired, “But it is called a veil. And, judging by the size of it and her coloration, I'd say she’s specifically a panther chameleon.”

“Wow!” Mikey kicked his feet lightly and tilted his head. “Can you change colors?”

“Um…”

“She can’t, at least, not a lot. Males have the largest range of color. She can only change if she's hurt, feeling extreme emotion, or if she’s preg–”

“HEY!” Woody shoved Donnie away. “Stop it! She can speak for herself!”

Xsis herself scoffed with a bit of blue dusting her cheeks. “Says the guy currently doing it for me.”

“I’m helping.”

“Barely.”

“OKAY!” Todd exclaimed. “Everyone, please!”

Mikey got up to sit on the armrest and looked at Xsis all smiley. “I think Woody dropped your lemonade, but you can have some of mine if you want.”

Raph pet Mikey’s head before walking over and bowing to Woody and Xsis. “Again, so sorry about the disturbance. But, I do have a question. Woody, do you remember, even the slightest bit, of anythin’ in your old life? Maybe that’ll be a good place to start us off.”

Scrunching his beak, Woody looked down in thought before closing his eyes. “An automated voice and… meeting Todd, but that’s it.”

Donnie popped up and took out a notepad. “Automated voice?”

“Robotic or something. Either way, I was simply told that I was supposed to get something done, but I have no idea what.” Woody drank more lemonade before looking at Xsis. “But I don't see why it matters anyhow. I have everything I need.”

“Are you guys a thing?”

“LEO!” Raph raised a hand.

“WHAT?!”

Xsis shook her head. “No, gross, but we are close. I’ve known him since last summer.”

“And that was a few months after the invasion,” Todd added, hoping to be of some help.

“HMMMMMM…” Donnie thought for a moment before turning to Todd. “Did Woody say anything odd after you collected him from the woods?”

“Only that he had no idea that anything had happened. I gave him the name after, since he couldn’t even figure that out.”

Mikey walked over while holding out his lemonade to Xsis, who in return stared awkwardly. “Near the park?”

“Exactly!”

Leo put a hand on his chin. “How are we supposed to help with so little detail?”

Donnie raised a hand. “I can figure it out. All I need is a DNA sample and a crime scene scanning!”

Woody turned to Todd again with a harsher whisper than before. “Are you sure they don’t work for the C.I.A. or something?”

“Nah, buddy.” Raph waved his hand nervously. “Donnie here’s just really smart. I’m sure he could figure something out. B-but only if you wanted our help, of course!”

Woody tilted his head, that curious expression forming once again on his face. It took a moment before he nodded more confidently. “Yes. I may have everything I want, but… I've always wanted to know who I was before any of this. If you guys help me, I’ll finally understand my weird memory spurts.”

Donnie perked, pencil scribbling across paper. “Spurts, you say?”

Todd clapped. “Okay, guys! Great stuff you’re working on here, but I’m afraid it’s getting dark out and I still gotta check on the puppies. Can you guys meet up another time and discuss this?” He watched Xsis carefully as he said this, as she did seem a bit skittish, now sipping the lemonade Mikey gave her as the box turtle excitedly watched his act of kindness being taken. “Plus, I don’t want to worry your poor father.”

Raph sighed and stood straighter. “You’re right, Todd. Besides, we just met you guys, and we can wait until Woody is fully comfortable before we act. Which means NO. DNA. SAMPLES.”

Donnie froze as he held a swab close to Woody’s face and grumbled when he was caught. Woody smiled and turned towards them. “I have a cell phone, we can exchange information if you want. That way I’ll actually know your names rather than having to guess.”

“Good point,” Leo said while taking out his phone and walking over. “Now, what do you want for a picture?”

Feeling out of place, Xsis went to leave, but Mikey tapped her shoulder. She turned and held her shoulder as the turtle smiled eagerly. “Wanna exchange numbers, too? You seem close to Woody, and maybe you could help us figure out his past!”

The chameleon looked at Mikey before turning away awkwardly. “Um, I’m sorry, but I don’t like giving out contact information to someone I just met.”

Mikey faltered. He clearly wasn’t used to not making friends immediately. “Right, my bad. I’ll just… get Woody’s number then. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

They looked at each other before Xsis turned and went into the room while closing the door. Mikey watched before smiling at his brothers and new friend.

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With the other turtles and Todd gone from the treehouse, it was silent. Darkness spread like a blanket over the woods, turning the once peaceful choir into a cacophony of howls, hoots, and horrid shrieks of the nocturnal creatures. The leaves, coated in shadow, now hold an eerie navy color that covers the chilling winds and stalking birds that allow for the backup vocals of the night. The world was changed in the blink of an eye, going unnoticed by many until it was too late.

Woody sat on his bed, staring at the ground as Xsis lied beside him, curled up with a novel in hand. It had been a weird afternoon/evening, but he was excited by it. A chance to learn his past after everything he had gone through without knowing, a reason for the way he was now, an experience he hadn’t known he lived for until this point.

He heard Xsis clear her throat and he turned. She hunched her shoulders before talking. “Those turtle guys were weird. One of them kept trying to talk to me.”

“Maybe he was interested in you.”

“Doubtful. He held too much puppy-dog begging to actually seem interested in me. He seems desperate for a friend if anything.”

Woody sucked his teeth. “Girl, you can be harsh.”

“But I’m always right.”

“What about the time–”

“About people, Woody, about people.”

He nodded. She did seem to have an odd intuition for things like this. “They offered to help me.”

She cringed a bit before shifting closer. “I know you want to know about yourself, but you did say you were happy here, without the memories.”

Sighing, Woody swung his legs over so she was underneath his knees. “I know, but if I don’t want to lose what I had already. I want to know what I had before, I want there to be a chance to see family, past friends, a pet, anything. But you will now and always be a part of my life; I don’t want that to change, X.”

Xsis huffed and patted his calf. “Okay, I trust you, but keep them away from me. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling that they aren’t… good.”

“They seem fine, just, very overeager.”

“And you being a brother to them? I don’t understand it.”

“Again, very overeager. Now, let’s just get some sleep before we pull another accidental all-nighter.”

Xsis slipped from under his legs and got up. “Alright, Night, Woody.”

“Goodnight, Xsis.” He smiled until the door clicked close, shuffling under his covers comfortably. He thought over and over about what the brothers had said, especially the purple-clad one (Donnie, was his name?). He had said he could help, find D.N.A, find a scene, connect the dots, do everything in his power to find something. Woody, for the first time in a long while, felt hopeful of his future.

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MASTERPOST of Flies in a Web

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Hey! How ya’ll dooooooing?

Okay, for real, I know I said I’d have pictures for each chapter, but I will not add anything for this one because I feel like it isn’t necessary for now. I will, however, be adding pictures for all the rest of the chapters!

Only one drawing per chapter, and that drawing will be near the halfway point every time. Also, I simply cannot draw that fast and I have to work on the other chapters. Editing and such.

Here are my head-canons for the turtles and my sexualities for my ocs! I chose to do the shapes that represent them with pride in the background and the awareness ribbons on top! Let me explain them:

Raph: Head-cannoned him as demisexual with anxiety. I imagine he would watch adult rated films and skip over the saucy bits because he doesn’t like them. Bridgerton is probably one of his favorites.

Leo: Head-cannoned him as a bisexual man. He is confirmed to have ADHD by the creators, but he also has sleeping problems bc of trauma. I know a lot of people head-canon him as a full gay man because of his personality and reaction to Piel and Hueso combined, but let’s remember that scene with Atomic Lass, okay? IYKYK.

Donnie: Head-cannoned him as asexual also with sleeping problems. He is confirmed to have autism by the creators! I got to reference him as proper representation in my school TedTalk presentation today about autism representation and I am so happy!

Mikey: Head-cannoned him as pansexual and he is confirmed to have ADD by creators (not the same as ADHD, but the ribbons were the same color). This guy would not care about gender; as long as he finds someone he’s attracted to, he will go for it! I do like the aro/ace head-cannon for him too, it fits him, but I think Mikey would like to have love in his life.

Now the ocs:

Xsis: Xsis is bisexual and has AUDHD (autism and ADHD) because that is what I suspect I may have. I am not a doctor and I would love to get properly diagnosed, but even getting that is kind of expensive. Hoping a future therapist can help when I’m older. As for Xsis, I wanted to show that not all autistic people are the same. Her and Donnie have similar traits, but are very different people. I think it’s important to understand that not everyone with a certain condition can be expected to act the same.

Woody: Woody doesn’t show his mental health traits very much in the beginning of my fic, but when he gains his memories back and remembers his past life, he’ll show more signs of his depression. When he was human, he committed acts of self-harm because of the way his body looked and how difficult he made life for himself because he thought it was his fault. This will be tricky to write as I don’t want to cause anyone harm, but tips and tricks later on will be highly appreciated!

That’s all of them! I like most head-canons about the turtles and have respect for people who share different opinions, but I simply wanted to show mine. Mental Health and Pride are very important traits that should be checked on and discussed by people as a community. I believe equality comes from spreading awareness, understanding in the community, and helping those who need it.

Here is what I used! Got the screen shot from NIXY on YouTube (go check her out her oc stuff is FIRE 🔥)

Wait…

*Sigh* I missed drawing my girl! Xsis is a very precious OC to me.

Her and Raph get along pretty well in the beginning, since Raph is a generally nice guy who respects her boundaries. Xsis likes that and basically becomes friends with him before the other brothers.

I thought this pose would be cool with April, too, but she definitely would’ve figured out Raph’s chest was bigger than hers beforehand lol.

Renaissance is an OC created by @renisrandom . I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER!

I did it again and I don’t regret it.

This creator is one of many ROTTMNT OC Titans who has, I think, one of the most creative and dedicated minds I have ever seen. Instead of naming her OC after an old artist, she named her after the whole era. Total icon moment 😎

Actually, Ren inspired me to create my OC Woody. I thought having a turtle OC like everyone else would be… idk boring? Unnoticeable in the collection of other creative characters? But I saw Renaissance, the shy, adorable, simple but recognizable turtle design and knew that my ideas could matter just as much as hers.

I also love Renaissance so much. Her lean form is so elegant, and I needed to practice more dynamic poses with the turtles, so this was fun! I also gave her a little tail and claws, because I do that with all the turtles 💚

So, as some of you know, I have a ROTTMNT fanfic known as “Flies in a Web” on my AO3, and it’s my pride and joy so far. Lots of people like to read fanfics and do art for them, which I would totally do if I had more time. So, I was wondering… would you like it if I:

I know I don’t have many followers currently so I’m not sure how many people will see this, but I totally would like to give this a try! I can’t make videos on YouTube rn, and this is the next best thing.

It’ll take some time to get things up-and-running on here if it comes down to it, just a warning.

Finally, a profile pic!

This is my sona, Merula (Blackbird in Latin). This is basically look like to me on the inside! I actually made her two years ago, but I redrew her, trying to make her look more like myself in real life (minus the obvious).

I actually have the jacket and tunic she wears, but sadly not the rest of her outfit.

⁉️NO SHIPPING⁉️

I know Woody’s eye looks weird okay? He’s just a little silly.

When I was planning out Woody and Donnie in my story, I immediately knew that they were going to be best friends. With Woody’s questions, Donnie’s desire to speak to someone, and both of their over-analyzing nature, they were literally the perfect pair in my eyes.

(Although, Xsis and Donnie absolutely hate each other, lol)

Anyways, I really like the way I drew Donnie. He’s surprisingly therapeutic to draw, especially with my currently struggling mental state, so this was nice.

This OC belongs to the creator @truths33k3r4 . I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER!

So… I just finished The Strength in Weakness by this creator….

OHMIGOSH I LOVED IT SM!!!! The characters, the slice of life, the humor, the angst, the fluff? So friggin’ perfect! She’s an amazing artist and storyteller!

I first heard about C2G from my favorite creator (you know who) and decided to check out her page. I found out the tons of voice acting she does for other creators and really enjoyed it! The, I found out about Lotus and her original story, and that really peaked my interest!

(Also, fun fact, me and Lotus share the same first name. Iykyk Hint: it’s not Lotus.)

Anyways, I drew Lotus, and it was fun! She’s a very pretty lady, I think my rise ocs would like her.