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Drunk Turtles Saga, The Conclusion: ALL IN ONE ROOM

Situation: Donnie is laying on the stairs contemplating life, Leo is sobbing underneath the tv set because they played a sad animal PSA, Mikey is running around dancing (but he’s gonna pass out any moment now) Raph is slapping Mikey everytime he runs by and is trying to smack Leo out of his tears, and the tequila bottle is only half empty.

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PS… Someone Please draw this. Please.

millin21  asked:

...what was April's first impression of Donnie? How did they meet/first actually​talk to each other? Did they just- ...I don't want to give you fuel I want to see your interpretation before I plant anymore seeds of 'hey let's make this a comic' ... Even though that would be tempting. I enjoy all of your comics so far

Thank you for the kind words! I assume you’re asking about the casino bunnies, so I’ll go with that.

I’m going to go based solely on what’s already been drawn instead of just making things up on the fly for this one.

Get ready for some reposted art kids.

One of the first things that happened (when the AU started) was his encounter with April, which was passing at best.

The story goes that Casey got very handsy with Mikey while intoxicated, to a point where the bouncers had to come and drag him out.

Luckily Casey’s roommate (among other things, shit’s complicated) April noticed and tried to diffuse the situation by getting Casey out of there herself. She enjoyed the place and didn’t want to be banned from it, after all.

And from the moment he saw her, Donnie was infatuated. Why this woman? We don’t know! Maybe her beauty, or her willingness to take matters into her own hands, I’d have to guess. One of those two things likely drew him to her.

Enough so that he actually dropped the tray he was carrying.

And of course he was eager to see her again, to the point where he actually spied on the floor looking for her specifically, hoping she’d come back.

After a while she eventually showed up, and they had a conversation. What was said during it I have no idea, but I’m assuming if nothing else it was pretty positive.

It must have been, because Donnie ended the night with more knowledge about her personality.

Well, that and a very forward proposal from one Mr. Miyamoto.

She hasn’t shown up since then in comics really, but I can assure you she’ll be back.

Oneshot: “Possible Side Effects May Include Loss of Inhibitions and Memory Loss”

I wrote a thing and actually published it! It’s only take me… a month.

This is a b-day pressie for @onthespectrumwriting , after I ran an idea for a oneshot by them that I decided not to use for LGBT TMNT Week for reasons. You can read it on AO3 here!

In the meantime here’s a snippet for you

In her time aboard the Ulixes, April had learned that there was only so much that you could take from a two-page article about proper heatsink care for the guns mounted in your forearms. Today, it only takes two and a half paragraphs of such an article before she loses it and throws the latest issue of Robot Health aside. Stupid turtles. Stupid Fugitoid. Stupid space racism.

Left behind. They were left behind again. Again. The turtles got to investigate a distress signal on a rogue planet with the professor while she and Casey, unfortunate enough to be humans, were left behind. Again. And what was their excuse? Because, “Traxcians despise terrans.” Of course they did. Why should they cater to a cargo ship that needed rescuing anyway? They don’t like terrans? Tough luck, they’re coming to rescue you! But no. She and Casey were left behind to “guard the ship” as Leo had tried to negotiate. Exactly what did they expect them to do on the off chance their cloaking malfunctioned and they were found and boarded? Challenge intruders to a baseball game when Casey ran out of proton pucks? Pistol-whip a triceraton when April’s gun inevitably ran out of charge?

This is all a load of bull. So much so that neither of them bother to wait in the cockpit this time. Leave two bored and angry teenagers alone on a spaceship? Fine. The turtles can go have fun rescuing some stranded thick-skulled rigid space racists. She and Casey can have their own fun with a massive TV and a food machine powered by imagination all to themselves and talk trash about talking turtles as much as they want.

…Maybe she shouldn’t be so angry. She doesn’t like being angry. She’s not sure anyone really does. (Except maybe Raph but who knew with that hothead.) But April has been training her ass off to catch up with her ninja friends, and she’s been hitting more bullseyes than all of the boys put together. Not to mention Casey, who’s been really invested with his photon pucks and figuring out the many variations of ammunition he can make of them. They’re part of this team. They’ve worked hard to prove how much they’re a part of this team. And they’re still left to guard a ship that doesn’t need guarding. Way to make your friends feel important, guys. Stupid, stupid shell-headed guys.

There’s a loud clinking over the sound of footsteps. Casey walks down the stairs from the “kitchen” to the lounging area with a massive load of food-loot. Bags and bags of snacks with alien-language packaging are barely tucked under his arms, and in each hand are about four spirally bottles of fizzing purple juice. He walks around the couch and stands in front of her with a massive and devious grin, a grin only hindered by the three bags dangling by their corners between his teeth.

“Is this all from the backup food store?” April asks, reaching up to catch the bags from Casey’s mouth. She takes a closer look at the snacks even though there’s not much point. Without her gear she can’t translate any of these. “What happened to the “truckload of pizza” you were gonna cook up?“

"Magic machine’s busted,” Casey explains, lifting his arms and dumping the rest of the food on the couch and onto the floor.

“What did you do?”

Casey’s hands snap up in front of him immediately, the bottles making concerning loud clinks as glass hits glass. “Nothing! I swear!” he exclaims in defence. All April does in response is raise an eyebrow. “…It was an accident.”

April groans. “Casey.”

“I didn’t hit it or anything!” He carefully sets the bottles on the floor as he talks. “I just… there should be a warning on that thing. Doesn’t like it when you’re pissed off, I guess.”

The guilt radiates off him so strong that he could be glowing, but April also senses the truth in his words. She also knows Casey better than to just break stuff that wasn’t his. On purpose. “What happened? Did it just refuse to make anything?”

“Nah, it… exploded? Food-exploded. Looked almost as bad as the garbage Mike thinks up. Had to hit the trash button before I barfed.” He falls onto the other side of the pile opposite April and grabs a bag at random. “So I went and raided Fugidude’s fridge stash.”

April takes another look at the food pile. “How much of it did you raid?”

“You hungry or not, Red?”


“Relax, it’s only like a fifth of the stuff he’s got crammed in there.” Casey rips open his bag and plunges his hand in. “He said to use it if the vender fritzed, and it did, so bon appetite!” And he starts stuffing his face.

There’s a couple snacks that April recognises from their alien movie night downtime. Veleran twistpuffs, some green tortilla-chip lookalikes that taste sort of like carrots… but everything else she isn’t entirely sure is edible. The professor had reassured them his food purchases had revolved around their biology and nutritional needs, but April still exercises caution. Wait. Was that a ninja thing?

April snatches a bag of twistpuffs and digs in. Casey’s right, she’s hungry, so who cares?

After a few dry mouthfuls of crunchy alien pastry bites, April remembers the bottles and reaches down to grab one. Trying to read the label does as much good as it had done for the snack bags. “Any idea what this stuff even is?”

Casey eyes the bottle and shrugs. “Purple?”

“Top notch deduction there.”

He smirks and takes a bottle off the floor himself. He unscrews the bizarre looping lid and takes a sniff. “…Huh.”


“Smells like orange. Go figure.” He holds his bottle out. “Cheers?”

April smiles and unscrews her own bottle. “Here’s to our brave friends, fighting tooth and shell to save the universe without us.”


April clinks her bottle with Casey’s. “Huge gaping assholes.”

Once again you can find the rest of the fic here!

drunk tmnt (??)


  • rarely drinks and lightweight as fuck
  • always says hes not gona get too fucked up but two beers in he’s slicing lime
  • generally happy drunk but if u bring up honour or leadership he WILL cry
  • first one to pass out first one to get sick
  • smoking of any kind is off limits for him
  • he does not care about romance hes just tryin to have a good time
  • always wants to listen to brittany spears 


  • he drinks often and he drinks a lot but still gets drunker than anyone
  • pretends to like scotch and rum but really he just wants a fucking cooler
  • very emotional drunk but its all happy, hes crying because he just loves you guys so fucking much
  • if theres karaoke u better watch tf out
  • he’d smoke a whole pack if you let him 
  • always down for weed
  • he will cuddle anyone he isnt related to (CASEY) but he’s probably not too interested in them he just wants some physical affection 
  • he and mikey always stay up the latest 


  • a bit of a light weight but not as bad as leo
  • he will do absolutely anything while drunk (and so will raph depending on how fucked he is)
  • he wont stop telling you to dare him to jump over shit
  • he just wants to DO something
  • he’ll drink literally anything (likes coolers tho)
  • he provides the jams but donnie always ends up taking over
  • the first to suggest weed but will never touch a cigaret
  •  will also cuddle anyone not related to him but if hes really drunk he’ll curl up next to raph (lets be real)
  • if hes into the person hes gettin cozy with it honestly getts kinda uncomfortable (for everyone else)


  • chill drunk
  • he likes beer and mixed drinks, no shots for donnie
  • laughs at everyones jokes
  • more of a one on one conversation kinda guy tho, may or may not be on his phone texting
  • and boy does he have things to say
  • official joint roller
  • when hes drunk all he really wants is to smoke a cigaret and put his arm around somebody cute
  • a casual flirt
  • usually fucks off to his room to watch movies at some point (cuddle buddy is invited)

Raphael (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cocktail)

3 oz Strawberry Pucker
1.5 oz Vodka
3 oz Cherry Soda
1 dash of Grenadine

Directions: Pour ingredients over ice in a highball glass and stir with bar spoon. Serve with pepperoni and sausage pizza, and a snarky comment.

Drink and photograph by Jarylan Blackwell. Thanks for the submission!

My friend Nort took a photo of this awesome Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles soda box display at an Albertson’s grocery store in Culver City, CA. I assure you it’s a far greater spectacle than anything you could hope to see in the new TMNT movie.