Work has been CRAZY lately, but as soon as it eases up I’ll have a TON of TMNT boards to share! Stuff from Wanted: Bebop and Rocksteady, from the first and last parts of Monsters vs. Mutants, and a TON of stuff from The Wasteland Warrior (part 1 of Mad Raph). I might even post an animatic from that one!
But in the mean time, check out this trailer for the Halloween special event, Monsters vs. Mutants!
a crow’s murder, a jay’s party, and a magpie’s parliament.
@guide-to-the-galaxy presenting my late birthday present to you: a harrowing adventure with our three favorite kids set in the amazing AU you gifted to me on my birthday.
please enjoy some ghostly misadventures and somewhat mushy romance, the most important factors to a story. <3
((for those not in the know: this is a Mystery Gang AU featuring capritello and paranormal shenanigans. human AU obviously, minor gore and spooky moments, and the races for each of the kids are as follows: April is black, Donnie is blasian, and Casey is native.))
April doesn’t wear makeup often. It’s expensive and tricky to use. Usually she has no patience for it and all the fuss it takes to wear it; particularly that when she chooses to show her boys some affection, it leaves evidence and people always Talk when two teenage boys have the same color left on their cheeks and there’s only one girl to be seen.
April is sensible and to the point and doesn’t enjoy nosy, judging assholes making assumptions of her and her two companions. It makes her reach for her bat, and there are unfortunately few situations where that’s the correct response.
But, on the rare occasion, makeup is acceptable. She’s found, as she, Donnie, and Casey have faced stranger and more dangerous creatures on their journey crosscountry- having some battle paint on her face makes the experience less terrifying, more thrilling.
Bloody red on her lips is the go to, and April always applies it with care. It stands pleasantly stark against her dark skin and yellow sweaters, and she enjoys the tacky feeling it leaves on her skin as they go to face whatever monster or ghoul they’ve stumbled across tonight. It feels like a challenge, and April does indeed mean it that way to whoever and whatever they encounter.
Of course. This means she tends to get in over her head, more often than not.
Imagine spending your Halloween with the turtles. The boys are hosting a “Very Scary Movie Night” and invited all of you. You pack an overnight bag, bring some Halloween treats, and settle for a night…OF TERROR (thunder booming and sinister music playing)!!
Imagine Leonardo hates scary movies (not for the monsters and murders but for the terrible choices) but he joins in.
For one thing, it’s Halloween, but mostly it’s because you’ll be there. You come in, wearing your pajamas (orange and black striped leggings and a big black sweater) and totting some candy apples.
“Hey, guys. Happy Halloween.”
Welcome, mortal! And beware! You’re in for a scare!“ Mikey says in his ‘scary voice.’
Normally, Leo might make a comment or tell him to time it down, but tonight he’s more preoccupied with getting a seat next to you. Which he does.
Throughout the night, he inches just a little bit closer (not that you mind) and you make a habit of holding onto him when you’re scared (not that he minds).
By the third movie, you are asleep (he doesn’t know how you can sleep through the screams) and Leo never wants Halloween to end.
Imagine Raph being pumped.
He loves scary movies (monster movies and Stephen King films are his favorites) and helps Mikey get everything together. And when he finds out you’re coming…well…
You waltz into the lair, wearing a black shirt with a bloody vampire smile and red leggings.
"Hey, Raph. I brought mini chocolates.”
Mikey popped in out of thin air and snatched the bag.
“Thank you, Lady Dracula.” he said, taking off.
“Hope you got some at some cause you ain’t seeing those again.” Raph said with grin.
“Man, Mikey must love Halloween.”
“It’s like crack to him. Don’t even get him started on Christmas.”
You laughed and sat down next to him. He, very smoothly, put his arm around you and silently cheered when you didn’t shrug him off (he was sure that you would). Secretly, the two of you whisper jokes and snide comments to each other and stifle your laughter all night long.
Imagine Donnie hates scary movies and so do you. You both hate blood and monsters and Donnie sees enough scary things every damn day. Honestly, you’d rather watch Hotel Transylvania or a Scooby Doo movie.
But Donnie knows that you’re going and you know that Donnie’s going and no one wants to look like a baby, so you both decided to suffer through it.
You make orange and black cupcakes and slip into your comfy clothes (a Ghostbusters shirt and bright green leggings) and head down to the lair, determined to stay strong.
And for a while you do.
But into the second movie, you quietly get up and head to the kitchen. You hid out there for a bit, eating cupcakes until Donnie comes in.
“What are you doing all by yourself?”
“I’m, uh, not a fan of horror movies. But I didn’t want to miss out hanging out with you so I came anyway.” You admit.
Donnie smiled and said
“That’s what I was going to say. I mean, it’s bad enough my brothers tease me for it…”
“Mine do too! They’re all monster movie buffs. So what if I like Hocus Pocus better then It?”
“I love that movie. Did you watch…”
You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing and eating all the backup snacks. In the end, Halloween turned out to be pretty great.
You love, love, love Halloween.
The costumes, the candy, all the Halloween episodes of your favorite shows. But most of all, you love to be scared. You love the twists and terror of horror movies, even though you know you’re gonna have nightmares for a week.
So when Mikey invited you to the movie night, you agreed instantly.
Slipping into your brand new black cat onesie and making a batch of your special spooktacular (as Mikey would say) graveyard brownies, you were the first one down to the lair.
“Y/N, you came! And you brought brownies!”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mikey Man.”
The couch was packed once everyone arrived, so you and Mikey both sat on the giant arm chair. Well, really he sat on it and you sat on his lap but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
You snuggled with him all night, sharing sweet treats and the both of you screaming every five seconds.
It was perfect. His dream Halloween. Eventually, you fell asleep, snoring quietly, and Mikey pulled a blanket over the two of you, falling to sleep himself.
The others smirked and took pictures, knowing Mikey would want a couple to remember this night.