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OH SHIT i made a name for myself! currently working on a TMNT AU: AMPUTMNT they/she :]
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Anonymous asked:

where do you find the 2k12 storyboards? I've looked everywhere but only found like 3 stills of them </3

oh, boy, let me tell you, the quest for those elusive storyboards has been a wild ride! I've scoured every nook and cranny, I've searched high and low, I've delved into the deepest depths of the internet. I've surfed through countless forums, traversed the darkest corners of obscure websites, and even braved the treacherous territory of forgotten online archives...

lmao, jokes aside, I did a bit too far digging on the internet. some I found on vimeo, Instagram, twitter, tumblr, personal blogs, somewhere on youtube, and even tmnt official facebook page.

it take me a really LONG time to find these, not even an exaggeration. but I did have fun finding it.

I'm pretty sure I got all the available ones online, I think. I got like 52 videos??? and that's only storyboards. I'm planning to also dig down some concept art or just doodles from people who worked on the show, cuz I remember how they tend to share them online back then...

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good morning, mikey!

May 7th, 2024. Approximately two years after K-Day.

It was foggy in Mikey's head that day.

He woke up and felt stuffed with cotton. Like some sort of dumb stuffed toy. He stared idly at his ceiling for a good three minutes, before throwing himself off his hammock. He landed on his plastron, and tried to use the nubs of his arms to push himself upright. When that didn't work, he tried his legs. 

Nope. Too sore. Mikey yawned, a soft orange glow emitting from his nubs as he used his mystic powers to hoist himself up. 

His "nubs" were the term he used to describe the arms that are not there anymore. It didn't really make Mikey that sad anymore, thinking about them. Just gave him more of an excuse to play with his mystic powers. Even if that's why he lost his arms in the first place

Hey, at least Mikey had an excuse. Raph and Donnie would be just as willing to lose a few limbs if it meant nobody dies. 

He summoned a hand and itched his snout. Maybe he should use his prosthetics today.. just in case.

Augh.. but that's SO MUCH WORK.... Mikey complained to himself. Not to mention you'd have to wake up Donnie to help you. Dr. Delicate Touch supplied not-so helpfully. DT wasn't really useful when it came to decision making.

So Mikey opted to just float around, a neat trick he picked up from Draxum. His prosthetics weren't even that heavy, but just thinking about them made Mikey want to fall over. Not to mention his legs were sore from patrol yesterday. Mikey forgot how important arms were when it came to balance. 

He was a little surprised to find CJ in the kitchen at.. wait what time was it? Mikey glanced at the clock. 9:45 AM. Huh.

"Mornin', CJ." Mikey greeted. CJ glanced backward, and gave an awkward little grin. "Good morning, Master!." 

Mikey chuckled. "I thought I said you could just call me Mikey?" CJ gave an awkward little laugh. "Sorry, Mikey." Mikey dismissed his apology with a wave of his hand. 

"Did you want help with breakfast? I- I woke up earlier than I usually do." CJ explained. Mikey groggily mumbled something into his hoodie, before stretching and nodding. He summoned two pairs of hands, and seated himself on a countertop to do his work.

"Can you grab the pancake batter?" Mikey instructed as he got started on Raph's eggs. Raph liked his eggs sunny side up. Just a little bit of salt, and add a bowl of fruit on the side. Cutting fruit with his mystic hands was always a hassle, maybe he'll have CJ do it.

CJ had the pancake batter in hand, and waited patiently for Mikey. Mikey snorted. "You know how to make pancakes, Case, I taught you this." CJ's face flushed a little, and he laughed. "Yeah, uhm, I'll get started on that."

It was always fun having CJ around. He had been teetering between staying in the Lair, staying at April's apartment, and bunking with Cassandra and her girlfriend. The Hamato Clan just sort of decidedthat they shared custody over the guy. Mikey found it funny to think about. What's one more older brother figure in Mikey's life, anyway?

CJ turned around and got started on the pancakes. Mikey had taught him to make them the way Mikey had made them. His pancakes were always undoubtedly delicious, but Casey's replica of them were a very close runner-up. 

Mikey finished Raph's eggs, sliding them onto a plate. He opened a cupboard on the highest shelf and fished around for Raph's favorite mug.

One small bonus about mystic hands is that you don't have to worry about being too short or too weak. Pickle jars and high cabinets have never been easier to open!

He snagged it and pulled it back down. "Hey, Case. I watch pancakes and you cut fruit? Remember, Raph likes his banana chips cut pretty thick. And add strawberries in there too, I think April just bought us some."

CJ nodded, and they switched positions. Cooking with CJ was always relaxing. He knew what to do, and asked questions if he didn't. 

Unlike Leo, who, if he didn't know, just assumed. He's costed Mikey hours of kitchen cleanup. Raph had to honest-to-god BAN Leo from the kitchen, cause Mikey was seconds away from a meltdown. 

The sliding of mechanical doors knocked Mikey out of his head. He turned from where he was moving pancakes onto a plate and smiled. "Mornin', Dee!" 

Donnie murmured an unintelligible greeting, and plopped into a seat. Crap, Mikey forgot about his coffee!

"Agh- Your coffee isn't ready yet, sorry Don!" Mikey chirped, floating to the coffee machine. 

Most people assume that with Donnie's autism, he would like his coffee smooth and creamy. But Donnie actually liked the bitterness of black coffee. 

Mikey started the coffee machine and made a quick pit stop to check on CJ, who flashed him a thumbs up. Mikey smiled, using his mystic hands to flash CJ his own little thumbs up. He glanced at the clock, and looked around. Leo wasn't awake, and he needed to take his meds.

Crap, DONNIE has to take his meds. 

"Don, I know you don't like them, but..." Mikey "grabbed" a prescription bottle that they had gotten from a Hidden City doctor, and slid it across the counter towards Donnie. Donnie grumbled, pushing it away. Mikey put two assertive hands on his hips. "I'll get Raph." He warned, pushing Donnie's coffee into his hands. Donnie rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee.

"You wouldn't." Donnie challenged, but Mikey already had his phone out. Donnie groaned, quickly pushing the pills into his mouth and taking a long swig of his coffee. Mikey smiled. "See? Not so hard."

Donnie grumbled. Satisfied, Mikey went off to hunt for his next victim. 

"Rise and shine, Leo!" Mikey used his foot to kick open the curtained entrance to his blue clad brother's room. Leo let out a sleep chirr, lifting his head up. 

"Hnnnngghhh.. Mikey...." Leo pouted, chucking a throw pillow at him. Mikey dodged it, swiftly using his foot to grab it. He balanced, and using all of his weight, spun around and threw the pillow back. 

Mikey was successful in aiming at Leo, but he lost his balance and toppled over. He collided with the floor with an unsatisfying bonk. 

"Aughh...." Mikey groaned. Leo watched from his bed with a smug grin. "Karma." He sneered. Mikey hissed at him. "Help me up, you blue goofball." 

Leo took his sweet time putting on his knee braces. Striding over to Mikey, Leo nudged him lightly with his toe. Mikey tried to bite him, but missed.

"Woah, fiesty, are we?" Leo laughed, bending over and plucking his little brother off the ground. He grinned, throwing him over his shoulder. Mikey exploded into a fit of laughter. 

"Put me daHAHAWN!" Mikey squealed. Leo liked listening to Mikey laugh. It was probably the best noise in the world. Leo let out a dramatic yawn. "Nah."  He decided, carefully limping into the kitchen. 

"Good morning, Donald, Casey Junior." Leo sing-songed, plopping Mikey onto the counter. Mikey snorted, using his foot to lightly kick the back of Leo's head. The slider turned dramatically, gasping. "My own brother! Betrayal!"

"Deserved." Donnie snorted. Leo let out an exaggerated sob, draping himself dramatically onto CJ. "Double betrayal! Are you seeing this, Casey?!"

CJ laughed, crumbling slightly under Leo's weight. "Sensei!"

A low rumble escaped Raph's room, and Mikey lit up. "Raph's awake!" He cheered. The thump of Mikey's feet were two times as fast as Raph's slow stomping, and Mikey was circling Raph like a happy dog in under a few seconds. Donnie pulled out his phone. "Huh. It took three whole seconds for Mikey, upon discovery that he was awake, dart over to Raph."

"That's a new record, baby bro!" laughed Leo, leaning over Donnie's shoulder to look at the phone.  Raph glanced up, confused. "You guys have been keeping track?"

"Data collection is my craft, Raphael." Donnie stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Raph rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing Mikey by the rim of his shell and plopping him onto his shoulder. Mikey leaned his weight onto Raph's head and used his legs to support himself. 

Using Raph as a jungle gym is hard now that Mikey's arms were MIA, but Mikey managed. He always managed. 

That's what Leo always admired about Mikey. His ability to adapt. Mikey hadn't exactly welcomed disability with open arms (pun intended), but he took it in stride. 

And seeing his little brother bursting with joy, eating breakfast with his family, Leo was reminded about just how lucky he was. That Mikey saved his life, that his brothers were alive and here. 

Even if Dad wasn't with them. 

Leo missed his father a lot. Their father had a troubling time raising them, and sure, they fought sometimes, but he loved his sons. More than anything else. 

And as their family grew closer, Splinter's health started declining. 

It was subtle at first, but it grew worse over time. And then one day, Splinter's chest spasmed in the kitchen, and he died on the floor, right in front of Mikey and Leo.

Leo didn't like thinking about what he had lost. It didn't make him feel too hot.

"Leo!" Mikey's voice rang in his ears. Leo hummed, turning around. His three brothers and CJ looked at him worriedly.

"Sensei, are you okay?" CJ asked. Leo smiled. "Yeah, I am. Just spaced out." Mikey nodded. Raph reached over and rubbed Leo's head. He laughed. 

Mikey took a final bite of his pancake, and smiled. 

It didn't get much better than this.

"Why does Batman need to be a billionaire?"

"He has to fund the Justice League. They often have a space program."

"But couldn't he do more good if he just invested-"

"The Earth is routinely invaded by aliens, gods, and the forces of an extraterrestrial god of tyranny."

He has, like, three charitable organizations he funds, named after his father, his mother, and Alfred.

Between both Bruce and Batman’s contributions, Gotham should be a better city than it is, and the only reason it isn’t is DC Editorial Mandate that basically says Gotham has to get worse and worse and worse or there’s no Batman stories they can tell (and, obviously, they have no other characters besides Batman).

There’s a reason Batman thinks the city is literally cursed.

I want to see Bruce Wayne go off

"Oh, oh, just charity my way out of dealing with the Penguin, a living, breathing 19th century Marxist's cartoon of the bourgeoisie? Just fund anti-Clayface measures? Crack down on corporations who put out shapeshifting cosmetics? What socio-economic pressures turn botonists into actual fucking dryads?! What inspires anti-animal terrorism? THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL KIND OF ECO-FASCISM!"

For the record, Gotham is canonically curse, because it sits on some sort of evil swamp. I think.

There are like, half a dozen curses. The Lazarus Pits are leaching into the water, Slaughter Swamp is an unconnected body of water a few miles outside of the city that also ressurects people (see Solomon Grundy), the Bat-demon Barbatos and his followers (the Court of Owls) have been fucking up the city psychically and financially, the malevolent influence of the warlock Doctor Gotham's tomb in the center of the city, the madness hypersigil of Amadeus Arkham (in Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth), there were several outposts of subterraneans and aliens beneath the city during the Silver Age, constant chemical warfare that makes it the equivalent of a WWI trench managed by MK-ULTRA, it's in New Jersey, and I think God just hates it

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tired: Batman could do more good by running charities than by fighting criminals

wired: Batman could save literally every other city on the planet simultaneously with the amount of effort and resources he’s pumped into Gotham, which is a lost cause, but this is his city damnit.

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Inspired: Batman’s diligence is containing the menace that is Gotham’s madness from escaping too far from city limits.

For all his billions, for all his activity, for all his efforts, Gotham is a bonfire fed by the madness of mortal people, cultivated by dark powers and just existing there makes living souls like kindling for it. And left to its own devices,it’d become a breeding ground for supernatural unrest that no mere social service system or social awareness of activist campaign, no government program, no actions of a singular vigilante, could ever hope to undo.

Batman is single handedly if need be but fortunately not alone so often, holding back the noxious psychic influences of warp and wyrd entities and what they do to the very environment and landscape through the power of sheer, unbridled humanity.

Ascended: Gotham is containing Batman, because the forces of evil, consciously or not, have figured out that if let loose, this motherfucker and his sprawling adoptive family would've solved every crime in the world ever, so they throw literally everything they have at his home town in hopes that he stays there.

Because they were foolish and let Alan Scott escape. They aren’t making that mistake again.

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What if Gotham is the pump?

Like. What if, because Gotham is such a shitshow, anyone looking to improve their lives has their eye on being able to move out of Gotham, so whenever Bruce Wayne's charitable endeavors come somebody's way, they take it, pack their bags, and move the fuck away, and take that money with them.

Meanwhile there's an ongoing influx of people to Gotham primarily because they're flat broke and real estate in Gotham is dirt fucking cheap because it's a shitshow, and there's always places hiring because 1) they've got Bruce Wayne money to try to make a difference, 2) there's no shortage of places that need to be fixed up a little, and 3) villains are always in the market for new henchpeople.

So you're a broke millennial from any other town in the country, and you have student loans, a job that hasn't kept up with inflation, and your landlord has raised the rent three times this year so far and it's eating up two-thirds of your paycheck. You look for housing on the internet and discover that one-third of your paycheck will get you the mortgage for an actual house in Gotham, a house you own and will never have to deal with your scummy rentjacking landlord again. And Wayne Industries is hiring, and so are sixteen different disaster remediation places, and six staffing services with a sort of weird vibe to them but they offer benefits, since when do temp agencies do benefits, and sure the crime rate is high but the rest of the world's heading in that direction anyway, especially if you're homeless, which you're gonna be in like four months if that jackass your landlord raises the rent one more time, so get in losers, we're going to Gotham!

And you settle into your bigger-than-expected apartment and get a job that brings you a comfortable paycheck and you learn to live with the terrorist attacks and the explosions and the gunfire and the neighbors and the drunken billionaire swimming in the restaurant fountain, and you pay off your student loans, buy a car, suffer a few months' unemployment when your boss goes to jail for trying to assassinate the mayor and then your partner loses their job for a few months when the office gets smothered in a jungle's worth of climbing plants and you develop hospital bills when you both get caught in a hallucinogenic terror gas eruption at the mall, but hey, you'd be homeless by now in any other city, so you live with it.

And then it's a few years later and you're wanting to start a family, but the neighbor three doors down owns pet hyenas and the park was firebombed last week and someone froze all the water pipes and you crashed your car into one of the impromptu ice sculptures and you'd really like your kids to grow up in a normal city where they don't have to receive advice like "don't talk to strange plants."

So you visit one of the social work offices and get yourself a bit of assistance, save up your money, sell your house for the price of a down payment to the sort of incoming fool you were six years ago, and use your polished resume to get yourself a job someplace that doesn't have What To Do If Clown Attack on their safety training syllabus.

You came, you left, and Gotham remains. A shithole.

This is a really well thought out way in what keeps Gotham moving. Sure there’s the people that have been there they’re whole lives, families that go back generations, but these are reasons people move in. The kind of people that want out. And maybe are desperate enough to take that Job hunching.

It’s also weird to see my pithy response circle around over 20 times and end up back on my dash…

When the glimmering hope continues against the tide of the hopeless.

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There's so much to take in during this scene. Donnie was having a nightmare about his sickness, about it coming back and trapping him in a body that won't listen. About people watching and thinking of him as already dead, even though his mind is still as strong as it ever was and begging for someone to listen to him, to notice that he's still there and alive.

And someone does. Two someone's, in fact.

Mikey and Leo, the two brothers that can't actively comfort him because they're gone. They're gone, and he's still there. And maybe dream Donnie doesn't know this, because he's dreaming and isn't aware he's dreaming. Earlier, he was yelling for Mikey and Leo, crying for them to come back because in the waking world he's trying to bring them back.

So in his dream, he goes looking for them.

And they heed his call. When he's given up or is too weak to keep trying to tell everyone he's still alive, they notice that he's still there and they pick him off the ground and comfort him. They know that it's only a matter of time until the sickness claims him, and yet they help anyways. Because he's not dead yet, and they're going to keep him as comfortable as they can until it's his time.

They see him, they see Donnie, and they refuse to just let him rot. Because someone who is still alive can't decay, and they know this.

Mikey knows his magic can't take the sickness away, can't fight it off for Donnie, and he still tries anyways. Because it does help, even if only a little. And Leo knows how much Donnie hates being so weak, so he picks him up the same way he did when Donnie knew that today would be his last. Because Donnie trusts him to pick him up without mocking him, because Donnie knows Leo is someone he can rely on to be there for him.

And Leo knows Donnie isn't weak, he thinks of Donnie as one of the strongest people he knows. It's impossible for Donnie to be weak, because he was never weak before. Just because physically he's not the strongest of them, doesn't mean his mind is weak.

He's strong in the way the Krang designed a sickness specifically to kill him and him alone. They could've taken Mikey out, but they didn't. They chose Donnie. Because they knew without Donnie it was only a matter of time until they won, and they were right.

He's strong in the way he lasted so much longer than he should have, in the way the Krang were shocked he lived so long. Because he never stopped fighting. Never. Even when he was so weak he needed CJ to support him, he still decimated the Krang in a way that even Mikey couldn't.

He's strong in the way he reversed death, he's strong in the way he kept the Krang from breaching the Resistance's defenses for what is implied to be close to three decades, he's strong in how he did everything he could to keep the Resistance alive without him before he passed. He's strong in how even when he's at his worst he's still stronger than the enemy.

And yet...

And yet.

And yet, despite this, his family still go out of their way to help him, to hold him up, to check on him and take care of him despite how strong he is. Because they care about him, they care about him so much that they hate seeing him in pain. And so they ease it in anyway they can.

Donnie is so strong, but his family still holds him up.

Because that's what love is.

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UNDERTALE is finally here.

In this jRPG, you don’t have to kill anyone. Instead, you can make friends with your enemies.

About 5-6 hours long. No grinding. No fetch quests. With random encounters that will make you smile instead of screaming. And the soundtrack contains 70+ tracks worth of music by “Toby Fox” of Homestuck fame.

Please check it out. http://undertale.com

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wow guys you don’t wanna miss this indie gem

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.

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Fanartists:

Thingiverse users:

Royalty free sounds

Flash games

Productivity has always been there

Because shockingly when people enjoy what they do (you make it enjoyable instead of just hammering on them) people WANT to do things!

Fanfiction authors!!

Where is the button to shout this from the rooftop?

me: *writes fic*

me: great! time to post to ao3-

ao3 summary box: *exists*

me: 

ao3 summary box:

me:

ao3 summary box: 

me:

Ooh, this is actually kinda a neat thing, because you can think of it as a checklist:

  • Who: Main character(s)
  • Why: Character goal or desire (stated)
  • Why: Character need (implied)
  • When: Inciting Incident
  • What: Means (that achieves the goal/need)
  • Where: Place A >> Place B
  • How: The Plan
  • Obstacle(s): antagonist or challenge

For example:

  • Who: Bilbo Baggins, a respectable hobbit of Hobbiton
  • Why: Treasure, wealth (stated)
  • Why: Adventure, self-respect (implied)
  • When: After supper
  • What: Quest
  • Where: Hobbiton >> The Lonely Mountain
  • How: A company of dwarves, a wizard, and an ancient map and key
  • Main antagonist(s): a dragon

Thus, in less than 100 words:

  • Bilbo Baggins is a respectable hobbit in Hobbiton, never making any trouble or having any adventures. But when a wizard and a company of dwarves invite themselves to dinner, Bilbo finds himself joining their quest from the shires of Hobbiton to the legendary Lonely Mountain, the home of a long lost treasure, and quite, possibly, a dragon.  

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The Anatomy of Story by John Truby is a really good book by the by, if anyone’s interested in this sort of thing.

This is super helpful!’

Tumblr reblog chains are in danger.

It seems that the staff is actually going to go forward with their decision to remove reblog chains, where reblogs will basically work like regular comments on other websites.

This doesn't just make the site completely unusable, it removes the soul of the community that has managed to build up here over the years, and that I'm so happy to have recently joined.

It makes impossible the creation of great posts where many people build up a single thing, until it is a gem of expressed human creativity.

There will be no more world heritage posts, no more messing around with your mutuals, no posts worth remembering.

There will be no more Tumblr, and the Tikblr or TumbTube or whatever monstrosity is born from its corpse will soon die, as is probably the best. And then there will never be another place like this on the internet, no place anymore to run to, no more fun, no more community.

I recommend a simple course of action. When these changes get imposed upon us, stop using Tumblr. Get your mutuals' discords, your favourite artists' websites, and leave. If the Tumblr we have once known returns, we well too. If not, better let it die quickly than suffer a long and painful decline.

I beg you to reblog this, for the more people see it, the higher chanses are for this to work.

And add something, so we can show them what Tumblr is really for.