CW/TW BLOOD

What if I said I was working on my own little Rottmnt (sep) au

more surfing

and an attempt at surfing (theyre silly)

@scramble-eg thank u for the silly idea

Finally getting around to posting this

Do you know where his outfit is from?

He thinks he's so cool.

Gotta do another comic soon but I have so many yet so few ideas

Oh the joys of being an artist

Next short comic dropping (hopefully) tomorrow. Have a little sneak peak 👀

Mutant mayhem art dump! all of these are from 2024. I have a lottttt to post. I will post more!

absolutely DEVOURS

THIS IS SOSOS COOL DUDE I CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE

MISSING DRONE: WANTED

so, I finally started up an AU that's been in my mind for over a year now! An AU focusing on Shelldon as he traverses a land of horror, desperately trying to go back home to his father.

Shelldon locked onto his prize with a kind of sparkling emote that emphasized his awe as he gazed on the exotic and intoxicating orb known as the Shadow Transmitter. Barely hearing the cheers of his companions, Shelldon mindlessly hovered as he followed his new best friends up and into the winners station. A gentle whir began to hum as his fans had propelled him above Jeremy and entering the chilling metallic elevator that had a kind of haunting glow from the weak illumination of the artificial light combined with the orange red glow that painted the walls of the enclosed space, no more than eight feel in length and width. That's when Kendra slithered her coated words, layering her praise thick onto Shelldon, making his heart swell with a kind of pride. "Nice work Shelly, nice work! Come on, we're gonna pa-rty to-night! This elevator leads up to Billionaire's blimp. So glad he wasted all his money on these prizes." Kendra whispered the last part from under her breath. Shelldon let out an excited warble and exploded out the elevator, a lofty open space greeting his ecstatic expression as he swirled and whipped around the winners quarters. How long Shelldon was up there, he didn't know. Perhaps a few hours? "Come on Shelldon! We got a get our picture on the wall to MARK OUR VICTORY!" Jeremy suddenly intervened his thoughts with an upbeat squeal like a hyperactive kid as he rushed off to a distant hallway that Shelldon did not quite notice and he yelled in response "Oh yeah dudes, on my way!" with one last torrent of air, Shelldon blasted off to join the rest of the Purple Dragons.Kendra once more let out a hearty greeting "Right over here, Shell." She let out a wave of the hand, which Shelldon instinctively followed as a warm hand rested on his head. "Now Shelly, smile for the camera.." Shelldon could feel a chill run up his titanium spine, but he ignored the feeling. That's when a cold, flashing breeze blazed out of the area. Shelldon stared back at the open blimp that met his gaze. "Sorry I gotta do this, Shelly, but the Purple Dragons need the popularity. You wouldn't believe how bad we'd get harassed if we won with a drone that wasn't our own." Shelldon could feel his circuitry speed up in processing power to imitate adrenaline. "But-but I thought we were friends-" Kendra chuckled "We were NEVER friends. All Jeremy and I wanted was the Shadow Transmitter. Jace." She said in a demanding tone of voice. Jace ignored the fact Kendra shunned his existence once more and reapplied Donnie's restraining bolt. Shelldon was paralyzed in shock at this point, not able to move one part of his body as Kendra kicked him out of the blimp, plummeting into the dark abyss that awaited him as his vision began to cusp the black around him.

Prievew: WARNING, angst (I think, it's just pretty sad)

Shelldon gazed up at the night sky. A cold air enveloped him in a dreary and dark mood. Every now and again the gentle whisk of a breeze would catch him rearing his head, for just one moment Shelldon was tricked with the thought of Donnie calling out his name. However, the voice of someone he held so dearly has now merely turned into a flickering whisper that was dropped with the winds. Stars speckled the twilight of blue and... Purple hues. Shelldon felt like a complete fool for saying what he was about to, and yet Shelldon had raised his voice anyways. "Hey D, hope you're having a good night. I just wanted to ask, wherever you are, please find me. Or at least don't forget about me. I-im, I'm really scared right now Pops. Heheh, I guess it's a good thing you programmed me not to cry, huh? 'Night, D"

•thank you all for hanging with me ;w;, it was a HUGE post. Hope you enjoyed the little introductory, I'll keep you all updated! ❤️

Cleaned up an old sketch

Have some disaster twins

i am going to jangle you like keys

might have to actually set a boundary about something soon because it's happened consistently enough that its starting to grate on me. except i never have had to do it before so i feel like im going to hit a wasp's nest if i swing even though its the most basic thing ever