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Raphael: Look at him, all serious and disciplined. Bet you anything he’s drinking straight black coffee.
Michelangelo: Pfft, nah, bro. He’s definitely the type to drink, like, boiled water. Nothing in it. Just… water.
Donatello: He’s more likely to go for green tea.
[Leonardo calmly takes a sip from the festive red mug in his hands. The faintest trace of whipped cream smudges onto his upper lip.]
Donatello: Is that… whipped cream?
[Leonardo, unbothered, takes another sip. A few colorful sprinkles glint faintly against the rim of his mug.]
Michelangelo: No way. NO. WAY.
Raphael: Our brother is drinking hot chocolate. With sprinkles.
Stawwwwppppp 🤣 Not Usagi hitting the Family Guy Death Pose lol
I love this so much!
Donatello: Oh, look! Leonardo and Usagi are standing under the mistletoe.
Michelangelo: [Eyes widen in panic.] Oh no!
Donatello: [Rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.] Come on, Mikey. Grow up. It’s about time Leo—
Michelangelo: [Frantically waves his hands, interrupting Donatello.] Not that! Raph told Leo that it’s tradition in Usagi’s dimension, when you stand under the mistletoe—
[Leonardo abruptly snap kicks Usagi in the face mid-lean, knocking him back. Then he turns to his brothers, giving them a thumbs-up like he just nailed the perfect kata.]
Michelangelo: [Facepalms.] —you fight them.
Raphael: [Leaning against the wall, snickering.] I call it ‘mistlefoe’.
[Leonardo, oblivious to the chaos, glances up at the mistletoe again, prepared to defend his honor from any other "attackers."]
Donatello: Oh, look! Leonardo and Usagi are standing under the mistletoe.
Michelangelo: [Eyes widen in panic.] Oh no!
Donatello: [Rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.] Come on, Mikey. Grow up. It’s about time Leo—
Michelangelo: [Frantically waves his hands, interrupting Donatello.] Not that! Raph told Leo that it’s tradition in Usagi’s dimension, when you stand under the mistletoe—
[Leonardo abruptly snap kicks Usagi in the face mid-lean, knocking him back. Then he turns to his brothers, giving them a thumbs-up like he just nailed the perfect kata.]
Michelangelo: [Facepalms.] —you fight them.
Raphael: [Leaning against the wall, snickering.] I call it ‘mistlefoe’.
[Leonardo, oblivious to the chaos, glances up at the mistletoe again, prepared to defend his honor from any other "attackers."]