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selarina · 5 months

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continuation to this

so, that night gojo satoru leaves with no jacket and half a broken heart and for the first time since he was 12 years old, he takes a sip of alcohol as he slouches against his home bar.

it's bitter, and it tastes a bit too much like soy sauce for his liking but he sips and sips until he sees the engraved "S.G" inscription at the bottom of his glass.

"hello, husband," a voice comes from behind him, interrupting his sob fest.

and for a moment, for dumb little moment, he thinks it's you. the voice sounds nothing like you though, it's far too high-pitched, but he's dreamt of this far too much for him to imagine someone else calling him husband.

aya tsukino materialises next to him, and seats herself on a seat beside him. she moves with a certain a quiet sleekness that he barely caught her moving from behind him. or maybe, he's finally out of it. "excited for the wedding, then?" she deadpans as she pours herself a drink.

"thrilled," he parrots back, merely a barren echo of emotions.

there's more truth in this room than there's been in your shared room for weeks. because it's simple really— gojo doesn't want to marry her, and aya couldn't care less as long as she got the money his family had.

before they had even exchanged any words, it was clear that they had this silent agreement that the two of them had little to do with love and everything to do with societal expectations and status.

as gojo attempts to take another sip from his empty company, he can't help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. your anger, and the way you stood up for the love you believed in. it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

he wonders if you'll genuinely come to understand that he did have you in mind when he left you. he doesn't want you to be a mistress, a dirty little secret. he's seen how it broke his mother apart. how could he wish the same fate upon you knowing how his mother's life ended?

you're strong, and he believes you will persist and he will see at the end of his life sleeping grey and old in his bed as he stares at the way the sunlight hits your laugh lines.

but he also remembers the way you cried in secret. he never brought it up, he never brings it up. he was just waiting for the day you'd be comfortable enough to cry in front of him but for now, he settles for meaningless presents he brings afterwards to wipe off the blue from your face.

he places his glass down with a clink, and he hears a resembling clink from aya. "i'll ask you this only once, gojo satoru," she speaks up. "do you want this marriage?"

"i never wanted this marriage," his reply is immediate.

"of course not," she says. "i meant, do you still want to go through with this?"

he doesn't respond. the both of them know the answer to that, it's written all too clearly on his soppy little face.

"what if i don't," he finally speaks. "what about your money? your status?"

"my money..." she feigns to ponder. "as someone who's always sought out money, i can tell you one thing about it. money, it comes and it goes. i'll find another way as i always do," she says. "i will be fine."

"your father—"

"—is a terrible man, who will go on his pissy campaign against me but i hope it's not presumptuous of me to expect you to come to defence when needed. you know, for all the trouble?"

he chuckles with no mirth. seems trouble is all he's capable of causing the past few days. "of course," he responds.

aya smiles, she supposes there's one benefit of having the strongest sorcerer as her ex-fiancé. she stands up, as she pulls her coat snug against her body as she prepares to leave. "besides, you're not the only rich high-status man in town, you know?"

"well, they're not all me," he replies. his smug demeanour returning to him like it's breathing a new life into him.

"wow, a bonus too," she chuckles.

"and who was that handsome man with you on friday? blonde, glasses, chiselled like a—"

"nanami kento," he replies with a grin.

"nanami kento. is he rich?"

"not as rich as you," he replies. it's true. he's rich, he worked on wall street after all and nanami is a smart man, he has so much in his savings account, it's enough to feed an entire nuclear family. why he saves up is something that's beyond gojo.

"well, he's handsome. tell mr. kento i said hello," she smiles facetiously.

"tsk, fine." he grins again. "get out of here."

it's been a week since you heard about the wedding falling apart. and since, you've been hearing about it daily, almost hourly if you're being honest. after all, you're at the centre of it. it only makes sense.

there's a whole slew of narratives running around, cheating, money laundering, even murder. but the most popular one was about how aya was the rosaline to your romeo and juliet. gojo's as romeo as he comes — handsome, influential and maybe a bit endearingly dumb but you fail to see how you're juliet. she was rich, influential, beautiful — everything you've been starkly reminded that you are not.

but everyone's talking about the romance of it all and you haven't heard from gojo himself so it's strange to take their words to mind or heart. you ignore them, forming a ready-made response sheet in your head to every possible question you encounter across the week. they become white noise, as you go through your day like a pre-programmed robot.

but that changes on a hot, dusty afternoon as you're sitting in a cafe, awaiting a man you were advised against seeing, and he's late. of course, he's fucking late. he broke up with you and he has the audac—

he walks in. he looks exhausted, lankier than usual, and there's a cruel part of you that likes it. to know he looks as miserable as you've been seeing. there's the other, familiar part of you that wants to run your fingers against his sensitive eyes as you feed him with the warmth of the diner's food.

but you do neither, you neither smile nor frown. you sit in place as you wait for him to come and sit opposite you.

"hey," his voice sounds gravelly. "i'm sorry i'm late."

"nothing i'm not used to," you reply with a glare as you cross your arms.

his hands reach for the menu as he plays with the edges of the paper. he always orders the same breakfast meal from this place. he must be nervous.

"i... i wanted to talk to you," he starts. "i want you back."

"excuse me? you can't just—"

"i'm willing to do anything. anything. if you want to take it slow, i understand. if you want to take your time, i understand. if you want me to get down on my knees and beg, i understa—"

"do it."

his eyes widen, you can tell — even though the black glasses are blocking his eyes, you can tell. it only lasts for a split second, because you blink with contempt and he's beside you. on his knees, as he stares up at you. he barely stares up at you — he's so tall, he's almost eye-to-eye with you. but even so he hunches his back, makes himself small.

"i'm sorry," he says again, as he takes off his glasses placing it onto the table in front of you. his eyes are alarmingly blood-red, and it takes every muscle in your body to hold back from running your fingers over his. "like i said, i'll do anything. just pleas— take me back."

you stare, and he stares back at you. you're too lost in the way he looks at you — at your mercy — that you miss the strange and baffled looks from people around you. and when you finally do, your cheeks flush with heat.

"okay," you say. " please, get up now."

"no, let me— let me stay," he says. pleads. "just let me stay until you take me back."

"fine," you sigh, as if there was any real objection from your side. "get up now."

"really?" his blood-red eyes gleam, you could almost see a tinge of the vibrant blue coming back to life.

"yes," you groan as your hand grip his elbow. "i was willing to be your fucking mistress. did you really thin— i would say— mmpph"

and just like that he's up, sliding next to you on your seat, as he kisses you. you're ashamed to admit that your first thought was the idea of getting kicked out for public indecency but your second thought was about how you think you could stay like this forever. despite the public gawking at you through mean and baffled stares.

"i'm serious about doing whatever it takes," he says, sincerity laced in his voice. "you shouldn't let me get away with this lightly."

you smile. "I hope you mean it," you reply. "and i won't. i’ll make you work for it, just a little."

he nods with a smile, "anything. i'll make it up to you."

"you have to do the chicken dance," you say, seriously and firmly.

"what?"

"you have to do the chicken dance. right now in the middle of the diner and i'm taking a video," you pull out your phone. "and... i'm sending it to nobara."

his eyes widen, almost like he's feeling actual fear. "not nobara," he gasps. "but she's so mean, baby."

"well, you said anything."

he sighs. gojo looks around the crowded diner, his tall frame rigid and tense. he glances at you, then at your phone, and finally resigns himself to the absurd request.

"fine," he mutters, standing up from the seat as he begins flapping his arms and doing a clumsy version of the chicken dance in the middle of the diner.

#the idea was to make gojo as pathetic as possible #but ya'll asked and i'm delivering #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru #gojo x reader angst #jjk x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst

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daily-odile · 2 months

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head pats...

#odile loops au... she is loved!!!#in stars and time #isat #isat odile #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat bonnie #but also just referencing the odile petting emoji on the discord AJDLSKJKDL #aaaaaa i am so sorry. i missed 2 days in a row. that has never happened before.#bad sleeping schedule and general tiredness....#anyways. back to regular posting schedule (hopefully)#day 63 #is it on 10 now... or 11.... check later....#one day I will get enough energy to do asks... one day...#but... I wanna say that I really appreciate them!!! I know a bunch of ya'll have sent very sweet stuff in there... thank you very much!!!!#I didn't wanna clog up the blog but... screw this; I wanna say thanks!!

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sparkycanteven · 2 years

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The TrueChristian Reddit can eat my entire ass and I say that as a 100% card carrying Christian.

It's not TrueChristian it's more like TrueChristianNationalistAntichoicers. I just got banned for giving a legal but non-biblical response to a question about whether or not the 10 year old in Ohio should have been allowed to get an abortion.

YES.

And I will say it again for you assholes in the back. YES!

A 10 year old cannot legally consent to a sexual act. They can be coerced, but they cannot give legal consent to actually be with a person who is an adult. For those of you arguing about "Mother Mary" you have to remember that Mary had been preparing for her role as a wife and a Mom for YEARS and it made sense in the context of the situation. Thousands of years ago is not today, no child is mentally, emotionally, or physically able to withstand childbirth when they are THAT YOUNG and should have access to reproductive health care!!!

And for those alleged pro-life anti-choice peeps out there who view the pregnancy of a 10 year old as an opportunity to "make better choices" you can kiss my ass. That CHILD CANNOT make a CHOICE and let me remind you of exactly what Jesus Himself said about abortion in the New Testament:

...Oh that's right...

The son of God Himself didn't say shit. And I am pretty sure that abortion in some form existed in His day as well, in fact his Father gave us a nice recipe for it back in the old testament, remember the whole verse about bitter waters? Yeah that was an abortion. Fuck you to those of you who think it wasn't.

But that argument is irrelevant.

You know why you view a 10 year old's pregnancy as an opportunity? Because you fuckers FETISHIZE "innocent life", the only reason you want new blood is because you want new people that you can train up in"the right way" so that you have a new VOTING BLOCK. You don't like the old one, you don't like how informed we are and how you aren't able to pull the wool over our eyes so you will force us to give birth to a new generation that you can do exactly that to.

Ya'll wanna say the quiet part out loud now? I'm saying the quiet part out loud.

Ya'll accuse people of the left of being groomers but GROOMING IS THE EXACT REASON THE RIGHT WANTS MORE BABIES BORN!!! Ya'll think if you have enough "white people" who think your way that you won't die off or be bred out. The fact of the matter is, ya'll just feel threatened and don't want "the browning of America" to happen in 2050. You are fucking pathetic and it is not, not was it EVER about the lives of actual children. If it was we would not have nearly half a million kids in foster care, the only reason that these supposed "Christian families" won't adopt them is because usually they are black, brown, or neurodivergent. Also, I am not counting babies from other countries who get adopted - check our own adoption system statistics and not ones that you would get from Fox News either. Check US foster care statistics, please.

Don't come at me with "not all Christians" because in order to be taken seriously we have to fucking fix our shit, take a letter from Christ Himself and realize that His Kingdom is NOT OF THIS EARTH so he literally doesn't give a shit about our politics, and step the hell out of government and let rule of law preside again and stop gaslighting lawmakers into doing your fucking bidding! My government is not your church service! I believe in the same God that you do and I am ALLOWED to CALL YOU OUT!!!

How about from now on, if the Bible doesn't say shit about it, we don't either. I am so sick of you fuckers co-opting my religion into something that it was NEVER supposed to BE!!!

#hot take #christians #christian progressive #christian liberal #christian conservative #fuck christian nationalism #ya'll asked for this

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yumethefrostypanda · 8 months

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There was actually an article from Activision blizzard themselves where they listed a couple of facts about Ghost, here's the link if anyone's interested!

https://activisionblizzard.substack.com/p/call-of-duty-ghost-valentine

So he's a eligible bachelor huh? What are you waiting for ladies?? 😂😂

HOLD UP! WHAAAAt?? How did i miss thisss and from official activision blizzard blog too? omgg! (i don't do valentine.. maybe that's why >:))

HELLOO!?? ANYONE? Halp? He socially drinks a whisky? what now? What does that mean? We can find him in a bar? What do some of these emoticons even meann And is that lifting emoji meaning he is much in the gym(at home) or much in the field? Both? heh. ‍🎓Hard Knocks U ?? "Love a bad joke at a bad time" *love this* ".. and learning how to trust." *sob* I LOVE IT! Thank you for this :D " So he's a eligible bachelor huh? What are you waiting for ladies?? 😂😂" Bwhahaha XD Ghost you better runn

#ask yume #ghost #simon ghost riley #call of duty #new facts discovered?#yume 'late to the party' ya'll #brb swooning

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a11eya · 2 months

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a11eya at tumblr dot com back again with the soulmate aus lmaooooo. this au + midoriya izuku? pain

you know that soulmate au where you share injuries? where when you get a paper cut, they do too; where when they gets a bruise, you do too?

one thing that’s become evident is that your soulmate is constantly getting hurt.

as a child, you endure the normal injuries sustained while growing up. you give your soulmate scraped knees, they give you stubbed toes, you give them bee stings. you give as good as you get.

but the real aches and pains start when you’re around thirteen or fourteen, and they all come from your soulmate.

it begins with muscle aches, that soreness familiar to you after playing your favorite sport or physically exerting yourself. but multiply that by three; your soulmate’s soreness is intense. you figure they must be an athlete or something. they’re working really hard, and you admire that.

then come the extensive bruises, the broken bones.

you remember the feeling of your finger breaking for the first time—and again, and again.

in a daze of pain, you wonder: is your soulmate being bullied? assaulted? why is this happening?

there are times when your hands hurt so, so much, the joints aching, the fingers slow to curl.

and then the scars appear. on your hands, on your arms, on the rest of your body.

you’re so worried for your soulmate.

“maybe your soulmate is a hero,” your friend says one day while you’re sweating in a long-sleeved shirt—your most recent attempt at hiding the scars. they worry your parents, your teachers, your friends, so you do your best to keep your soulmate’s hurts to yourself.

wherever you are, i hope you’re okay. i hope you’re safe. you imagine your thoughts being sent out, like a whisper on the wind, a message in a bottle. wishes you hope come true.

“maybe,” you tell her.

#and then we meet him #and we're MAD #that's all i got so far lmao #i'm gonna have to ask ya'll if you wanna see this written or my other izu soulmate au #bc two is excessive right???#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #jess scribbles #for a hot min i couldn't remember that last tag it's been so long since i wrote something here waaaaah #bnha

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Bentley Shenanigans (Good Omens)

Crowley x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Crowley needs to relieve some frustrations after that shitshow of a birthday party.

CW: vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, vague degradation/humiliation

Good Omens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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This was possibly one of the most shocking things you had ever seen. Crowley was wearing white. You’d never seen him in anything other than black and when he’d first come to pick you up after the birthday party, you had known something was different, but couldn’t pick what it was. It had actually taken you at least two solid minutes to realise that it was because he was wearing white.

“What the fuck- you’re- what are you wearing?”

Crowley glances at you as he pulls into the parking spot at the lookout trail and turns the car off. Sometimes the two of you came out here just to get away.

“What- this old thing?” He chuckles, tossing his sunglasses onto the dash before sighing defeatedly. Oh dear, it wasn’t a good sign if he could barely keep his sultry demeanour going.

“I think,” he trailed off. “It is safe to say… that did not go as well as I hoped it would.”

You’re not really sure what to make of that, given that the balance of the world as you knew it hung squarely on Crowley and Aziraphale’s shoulders. Sitting quietly, you wait for Crowley to continue.

“I mean, really- you wouldn’t have thought it would be that hard, would you? Fucking nuns, Pet. Useless, the lot of them.”

Crowley pinches his nose and turns toward you, eyeing you up and down. Your dress has ridden up your thighs and you do not fail to notice the way he eyes you appreciatively.

“Fancy a quick fuck?” He asks casually. You splutter on a response for a moment. Here you were, discussing how the end of the world was fast approaching in less than a week, and Crowley wanted to shag? You blinked at him. That wasn’t to say you weren’t interested, either, mind you. You definitely were, but, it was just a bit out of the blue was all. What did that say about you, you wondered… In the face of the end of the world, you’re thinking about getting fucked one more time. Hmm. On second thoughts, you think it might just mean that you appreciate the fun things in life.

“Sure,” you say, cheeks pinking at the thought of him in that white coat bending you over and taking out his frustrations on you. “One condition, though.” Crowley’s brow arches, a sultry smirk appearing on his face. “The coat stays.”

“Your wish is my command, love,” he replied. “Back seat, then?”

You nod, shocked at the casual nature of this exchange. It wasn’t something you were necessarily unused to, but there was usually a little more pent-up energy and flirting beforehand. However, getting straight to it wasn’t a bad thing either. It was kind of refreshing, actually.

You get out of the car and go around to the driver's side. Crowley opens the back door for you and promptly bends you over into the back of the car. You gasp, your hands reaching out to steady you on the leather seats.

Crowley slides his hand up your sundress, exposing your black panties to him. He groans, gripping at your ass before letting go and giving it a rough slap. You jolt forward with the shock. Crowley tuts and grips you by the hips to drag you back towards him.

His hips ground against your ass roughly, his cock hardening beneath his pants. You bit your lip, enjoying the roughness of his clothes against your almost bare skin. Crowley laughed, reaching down to rip your panties off you. You let out a sound of protest, though Crowley shushed you.

“Fix ‘em later, promise,” he assured you before tossing the ripped remains of your underwear over your head and into the other door. Any further protests died before they even formed thought as his fingers slid down over the curve of your ass and sunk themselves into your tight, wet heat.

You moaned, thighs twitching as he fingered you open. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now.

Crowley removed the fingers once he thought you were wet enough and presented them to you to clean off. You did so without complaint or question, sucking his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling over the digits to clean them of your slick.

Crowley grunted, the other hand undoing his pants and removing his cock from its confines. Once he was free, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving your cheek a little pat. The feel of the saliva cooling on your skin- the dirtiness of it- had you clenching.

“Look at that,” he groaned, pressing his head against your entrance. “Sopping for me, aren’t you? Filthy thing, you are, Pet.”

You nodded, pressing back against him. His head slipped inside, causing you both to groan. You with impatience, and he with pleasure. Crowley’s fingers gripped at your hips harshly as he slowly sunk inside you. Once he was finally inside you, you were finally able to relax. Feeling so full up on his cock felt like your version of Heaven.

God, Crowley made you so cock-drunk that it was ridiculous.

Then, your Demon started to move, hips snapping back and forth with fervour. It wasn’t long before Crowley was bent over you, yanking your hips into his own with every thrust. You were scrabbling at the leather, cheek sticking to the seat with the sweat. Loud moans and sharp grunts could be heard coming from the car, and you hoped that no one was on this particular walking trail today.

Then again, maybe you’d like an audience. The thought had you biting your lip to stifle the groan, and you clenched around the Demon, who straightened up and wrapped a hand into your hair.

“Fuck, that’s it-” he growled, fucking into you harder. “Reach down there and play with that pretty clit for me, Pet. Mm- like that.”

Your fingers reached your clit, rubbing tight circles. You could feel the push and pull of his cock from within you, could feel as your slick creamed around him. You cried out in sharp pleasure as he slapped your ass cheek again.

“Are you going to cum already, Pet? Huh?”

You nodded, the motion pulling at your hair just that little bit more. Crowley laughed loudly, fucking into you harder.

“Better do it then,” he warned. “Come on, cum for me, Pet.”

Your fingers were lightning quick on your clit. Your thighs were twitching and struggling to keep yourself up from Crowley’s punishing thrusts. With a loud drawn-out moan, you came.

Crashing waves of chaotic pleasure roiled inside you. Your fingers crushed themselves into the leather as you felt your release roll through your muscles. Your clit felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to concentrate hard enough to rub yourself through it, contracting around Crowley hard enough to make him cum.

He grunted from above you, hips stuttering- and then you felt it. His release coating your walls. You whined, grinding yourself back against him as he started to slow. Crowley gave your hip a warning squeeze, but you ground yourself back on him, pressing him in as far as you could to make sure not a drop of his seed escaped you.

You sighed with relief, fingers slowing to a stop on your clit. Crowley was hunched over you, panting with exertion.

You laughed, the endorphins starting to kick in. Crowley chuckled breathily against your back and pressed a kiss to the fabric of your dress.

“That was fun,” you said, unsticking your cheek from the seat.

“Mm-” Crowley grunted in response. “Aziraphale will be jealous.”

You don’t think you’re wrong in thinking he doesn’t seem all that upset about making the Angel jealous.

“I think you’re right,” you pant back, slowly starting to catch your breath now.

“Alright, come on,” he says, picking himself up and slowly pulling out of you, shushing you comfortingly when you whimper at the loss. “I know, Pet. Come on, let’s get you back to the Shop, eh? The Angel will be missing us by now.”

You groan and force yourself to stand up. Your walls clench to keep Crowley’s seed inside.

“Don’t miracle it away,” you say, knowing that Crowley was planning to do so for your ease of comfort. “You know how Zira likes his seconds.”

Crowley tutted at you, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Naughty thing, you are. Whatever are we going to do with you?”

You hop into the passenger side again, your muscles thanking you for the relief.

“Guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”

“Guess so, love.”

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allastoredeer · 2 months

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*Turns on megaphone* Lucifer Morningstar is a Service Top! ...That is all.

THANK YOU!

Can we all readdress the fact that Lucifer is a canonical switch? I understand liking bottom!Lucifer, I really do, but let this man top. As a RadioApple fan, is it really too much to want Alastor to get properly railed 😩

I suppose I'll have to be the change I want to see in the world, but I still wanna read/see it.

I'm pretty sure this is why I've been consuming so much RadioStatic content lately. Their dynamic is amazing AND Alastor gets to bottom. It's perfect.

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beebopurr · 5 months

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I get completely innocent questions but my brain is constantly suspicious that they are loaded so every ask I get feels like this 😭😭

#I'll tag this since as ship it briefly features the spite art #but yeah tumblr I deadass have no idea if ya'll are asking this /pos or /neg #leopril

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risestarkiss · 4 months

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Are you a fan of other TMNT iterations, or is Rise the only one?

Good question! TMNT has been a part of my life for three decades. I was the target demographic for the 1980's cartoon. I watched the first TMNT live action movie in theaters. I owned all of the live action movies, recorded the cartoons religiously, and begged my parents for their toys every year. I've seen the turtles through their heyday and on their worst day. (*cough* Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation *cough*)

Therefore, all of the iterations have a special place in my heart. However, I've always wanted more out of their story; more family values, more brother bonding, more heart, more love. I wanted the boys to find peace and genuinely enjoy themselves! I remember watching an episode of the 2003 turtles (aka, the Beefcake turtles, fight me) and the ep starts with the boys sitting in their den playing videogames, just enjoying each other's company. Younger me thought that was so nice!.....Then their lair blew up, all of their enemies descended on them at once, and the turtles spent the rest of the episode fighting for their lives. That type of storyline wasn't just in the 2003 version. It was across virtually every iteration. To me, it seemed like the boys were always being...tortured. It felt like their family was being punished just for being different, in every single TMNT universe. I've said all that to say this.

In Rise, they laugh with each other and enjoy each other's company. They pursue their interests and interact in a world that doesn't hate them at first sight. The turtles act like brothers, not just roommates. (The show actually pokes fun at this. "We're brothers, but sometimes it feels like we're just roommates." - Don) There are episodes where the boys just do silly things, or simply have a great time, and love that for them! Of course they'll go through tough times, but ultimately I want these boys to be happy, safe, successful, and loved. Besides, after all that they've been through in the 40 years since their inception, they deserve it! So, am I a fan of the other iterations? Absolutely. But Rise is the series that I, personally, have always been waiting for.

Thanks for the ask! 💜💜💜

#answered asks #2024 is TMNTs 40th Anniversary ya'll!#❤️🧡💙💜 Forever #rise analysis #rottmnt analysis #rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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tooquirkytolose · 2 years

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On Starless Night of Blood Red Moon,

Born In Dead of Winters’ Cold,

To Fair, Noble Sire and Pious Mountain Mother-

Dread Methysa’lann Reborn!

#my art #comic #blood #gore #death #please do not ask if there will be a part 2 this is a standalone shortstory #i'd like to dedicate this one to all ya'll out there who would like to beat the everloving shit outta their dads :)#LONG POST #tbh thank god for the new cutoff function or i'd have ppl sending me death threats lol

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luxmoogle · 10 months

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Here's a thought: Kairi is an Island Princess...

...Like the Barbie movie kinda?

How 'bout Kairi in the beach dress~

#kairi #barbie #kingdom hearts #kh kairi #crossover #ya'll can't talk to me about barbie #like I'm actually going insane over it #I've had tickets for a month #ask #answer

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spacebubblehomebase · 22 days

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I just noticed, in your HHStargazers AU no one has pupils - except for Alastor and, if she's canon, Carmilla. Does that mean slit pupils are a sign of a demon in disguise?

Good eye! 👈👈👀 (Pun unintended.) Though I don't really plan for this trait to be repeatedly shared amongst the disguised demons. Mostly to not limit my designs to an obvious tell. But the slit pupils were indeed intentional flaws I added in for those two in particular. Because according to MY headcanon, both angels and demons are beings beyond human comprehension. Thus, it's only to be expected that even when they TRY to fit in, they'll be unable to keep EVERY aspect of their uncanny nature concealed. At best, they're imperfect imitations of what "normal" should be. It just so happens that in my AU, angels have a much easier time concealing most of their little quirks and oddities away than the sinners for my own reasons and as for WHY no one ever grew suspicious of the eye thing, it's because Charlie's curiosity could be easily curved. While for Lucius to point this out, he'll have to admit that he's been staring at Alastor's eyes a lot whenever he gets close enough to drown in the depths of his gaze and- EHEM!!! Which he's NEVER done, mind you! AhahaHAH- What slit pupils??? Never noticed those before. Nuh-uh. NO siree. NOPE! Lucius is normally so, SO normal about Alastors VERY much normal eyes in a TOTALLY normal amount of normal. A-ANYWAAAYS!!! Lucius would also be a hypocrite if he was bothered by them considering his own occupation and the people he's usually surrounded by (yet to be revealed). As for the other humans, Alastor doesn't care enough about their opinions for it to be a threat to him and people often just avoid the guy unnerving them with his creepy ass stare. So it's all good! Hope you like these bonus fun facts! 'Cause I have a feeling I left you with just as much questions as answers, but that's the fun of an ongoing story, yeah? Stay tuned~! 😉✨️ -Bubbly💙

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