Had a blast at @romadramaofficial thank you having the cast to all #POstables. Best weekend ever thank you @officialcrystallowe @eric.mabius @kristintbooth @zaksantiago https://www.instagram.com/p/CfTz106Lcz9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
(couldn't fit in her markings without overloading the piece/covering up my rendering which i am Very proud of but atleast some of them r there if u squint rlly hard )
what if 1987 mona lisa was a teensy bit butch. as a treat. for me.
she borrows a suit from the turtles. it's dreadfully lumpy but only until raphael swoops in with a mouthful of safety pins, humming what can only be described as a ditty.
clothes were too much bother, before. just once she tried to wear a dress like the human girl she used to be; it made her feel even more like an alien in a fake body. like a pet lizard that some toddler dressed up. like her body wasn't hers.
which was, and is, arguably true, but mona had better things to do than stand there and feel it all sharp in her chest like that. people to save, piratical careers to extinguish. she left the dress behind.
the suit works, though.
maybe it's raphael's humming, utterly confident and absorbed in his self-appointed task. or maybe it's the fact that the suit is a new look; she's trying on a new self. the suit is a character choice, as is the way she carries herself in it, standing a little taller with a jaunty tilt to her chin. she rakes a hand through her hair.
somehow, like this, the green could be a character choice, too.