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Mikey is a clingy and sleepy baby brother

It’s okay, his bros keep him safe and snug and warm.

These will be sold as stickers as soon as my store opens! I’ll keep you updated! 

Please reblog if you can! <3

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I got a hankering for drawing something epic-like so I ended up drawing Leo and his super cool powers. Also practice of drawing backgrounds (since I’m not too good at it tbh).

So here’s a piece of Leo making a portal from New York to the Hidden City. I honestly can’t wait for Leo to finally get a handle on the sword because it’s bloody OP if you think about it~

☕ SUPPORT ME ON KO-FI

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*comes out of the sewers* I like to think that every version of the turtles are incarnations of the mirage turtles themselves. Let me explain.

The turtles in the 1987 version are cuddlier and cutter because the Mirage turtles would have liked to look friendlier.

The turtles of the 90s are the desire to have a sister like them, Venus de Milo.

The tortoises of 2003 are the lighter, most youthful form of themselves, though darker... It's got more action, in a nutshell.

The 2007 turtles are the Desire to have more independence and a life of my own outside of the team. Donnie wanted to experience employment in an area in which he is an expert. Rafa on being a hero freely. Mikey is about doing what he loves the most: entertaining others and what better way to make money than with that? Leo, on the other hand, wanted to experience himself, to be his own leader and responsibility, as well as to discover the world in which he is immersed and to discover his own moral compass without the presence of an authority making him understand what he is doing.

The Turtles of 2012 are the desire to be teenagers and united with each other, beyond being a team, but a family. To have that union of siblings and moments together.

The 2018 turtles are the desire of having a chill adolescence and freedom of be wild. Mainly, for Donnie who is not as introverted like his past life (2012 Donnie) and doesn't have a "Crush" on April. She's his best friend. Just that.

The Mutant Mayhem turtles are the desire of having a good ninja training but living a chill adolescence. Just being kids.

So in conclussion, Mutant Mayhem is important and special to the fans, because means the each version of the turtles' desire.

Just being a kid and enjoying life as one.

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best thing about uncle iroh is that if you pay attention he is actually just as much of an idiot as zuko but has just mastered the art of coming across as a wise old man. the even better thing is that zuko is the only one on the planet who somewhat realizes this and no one would ever believe him because he's zuko

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One of my favorite TF:E clips so far… I love that Bee can bond with Alex over his Filipino heritage… I love that this show makes it an active point to bring diversity to the table

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This is by far the funniest thing to ever come out of the Kenobi show, the entire thing was worth it just for this

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Commander Cody Stans we just keep losing 😔✌🏼

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really enjoying the anticipation that comes with realizing the codywan ficwriter mutuals et. al are about to go absolutely balls to the wall about that holding a knife to obi-wan’s throat bit. we’re winning in intricate rituals! 

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Me trying to rationalize how the news of Commander Cody’s cut role from the original Kenobi script means he could survive the bad batch season 2 and go on to feature in a new season of Kenobi and-

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oh force we're really in it now

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‼️Attention Codywan gang‼️after the newest revelation today I think we can all agree that a second season with the Cody arc is absolutely necessary.

SEASON 2 OF OBI-WAN KENOBI WHEN?!

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Are you fucking kidding me!!!!??!

WE COULD'VE HAD CODY?? WE COULD'VE HAD CODY ON TATOOINE WITH OBI-WAN?? AS FRIENDS?? TRUSTING EACH OTHER?? LOOKING OUT FOR EACH OTHER?? WITH THE CHIPS BEING ADDRESSED???

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WE WERE THIS CLOSE TO LIVE ACTION FIX-IT FIC

THIS

CLOSE

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Y’all

The original draft of the Kenobi show heavily featured Cody and they were described as “bickering like an old married couple”

Codywan gang, we lost

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Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo ♔ Trash of the Count’s Family (November 8: Happy birthday Kim Rok Soo!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧)

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So a while ago, on my @arctrooper-ross blog, I wrote a headcanon about Rex deserting! Here is the fic to accompany it. I plan to write more of it eventually.

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“Sir…I need a breath of fresh air.” Rex stated.  

His voice sounded…off. It has been the first time he’d spoken in hours. He’d kept to himself, working on autopilot and reciting protocols in his head. Since Fives was taken, or rather, since his body was taken away time had been at a stand still.  It seemed like years since he’d heard his own voice.

Anakin had been looking over reports, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil of his captain. Rex wasn’t sure if Anakin heard him or not, he didn’t care. He moved past the droids, the Royal Coruscant Guard, a few detectives and Kaminoan scientists until he was outside of that abandoned warehouse by himself.

The noise and buzz seemed to die down, and he was just alone now.

They’d been there for hours since Fives was shot, staying long after he had been taken away for autopsy. By now, Rex spotted the sun rising just a bit above the horizon and figured morning would come soon (or maybe it was a street light in the distance). He figured that he’d have to return to the warehouse by then, and then to the barracks. The next day he’d be on the field again, working side by side with General Skywalker as if nothing had happened.

Rex would have to continue on, as if Fives wasn’t murdered in front of him.  And above anything else, he’d have to keep a straight face. He couldn’t let anyone know that he was hurting inside. He couldn’t let his brother know he was hurting.  

But soon enough, with things going the way they were, there’d be no brothers to hide his fear from.

Hardcase, Tup, Echo, and now Fives. Who else? Who else would he lose until he didn’t even feel sadness anymore?

“Where’s Rex? I need him in here to finish up some reports.” The General’s intrusive voice sounded from the warehouse. Rex blinked, falling back into reality and realizing that he had walked further than he intended. No wonder Skywalker was asking where he was; he couldn’t see him.

“CT-7567 went outside a few minutes ago.” The kaminoan scientist responded. “We can send someone to go and fetch him.”

No. Rex thought to himself. I don’t want to be ‘fetch’, like I’m an item.

Rex, at that moment,wasn’t entirely sure what had taken over him, or maybe, it was that inner voice starting to grow louder but he began to walk. He didn’t know where he was going, or how far he would go, but his body was working on autopilot.

The moment, he thought to turn around, he heard the voice grow louder.

Go! Go! It screamed. Go until you can’t hear them anymore.

Little by little, the people in the background started to fade out. General Skywalker inquiring about Rex, the kaminoans, the droids…everything was silent. For the first time, in a planet as grand as Coruscant, everything was quiet and Rex was alone.

It terrified him and again, he began to doubt. He didn’t like this feeling of being alone, without his brothers. He was the captain but they were always there with him, helping him make decisions and giving him the support he needed.

Fives more than anything helped him when…

Fives is dead.

He had to remind himself, and so was Echo, Tup…so many more. He’d lost so many of his brothers and staying there in the army would not prevent it. It wouldn’t stop the war from continuing, or stop Skywalker from being reckless in his tactics��especially since Commander Tano decided to leave. If anything, he’d become more ruthless. And he wouldn’t listen to Rex, or any clone…not for anything. Attempting to reason with him about his reckless strategies, was like reasoning with Krell on Umbara; it was impossible.

All Rex knew was that, he couldn’t do this anymore. Maybe he was a coward, and all those previous thoughts were his attempts at justifying his next action. But he needed to leave, he needed to get away from Skywalker, from the Jedi from everyone or he’d die. One way or another, Rex knew this war would kill him and he couldn’t let that happen.

Run. The voice whispered, and he did.

It was dark; he could barely see as he darted past allies, dimly lit homes and rundown sops that the Republic had abandoned. Rex could not hear anyone behind him but he felt people staring. He knew they were suspicious of his behavior and had probably discovered him missing by now.  To his joy, there was a turbolift at the end of one of the alleys. Rex didn’t hesitate to crawl onto it and push a random button far from the level he was currently at and with a loud screech, the turbolift began to descend.

Rex stood there stiffly for five, maybe ten minutes until he arrived to a lower level.

He then kept his head low and quietly, walked through the crowded streets. No one noticed him, or looked his way; Rex wondered if runaway clones had come here before. Still, he knew he couldn’t stay here forever. He’d need to get money somehow…for food, for transport, and just to survive. The thought of selling his blasters for credits came to mind, and in the deepest depths of his mind, he pondered on selling his armor.

Soon, not now. The voice whispered–his armor was too important to him. It was all he would have left of his brothers. Still, he needed to find some way to get off of this planet-

“OOf!” Cried an angry voice as the owner crashed into Rex. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

The boy seemed to be standing to his feet, and held out a hand to help Rex. “I just quit my job, so I’m in a hurry.”

“I kind of quit my job too.” Rex spoke without thinking.

“You had a shitty boss also? I got back at mine–look, I stole the pan.” He held up medium sized skillet with the lid still on. “There’s food in here too–hey, where are you headed?”

Rex didn’t respond at first. This was perhaps the first time he’d met anyone so kind- a civilian at that (Perhaps this man didn’t know Rex was a clone?)  Regardless, Rex was wary, carefully observing his new potential friend. He wasn’t extremely tall, just a bit shorter than Rex. He had wild, messy curly hair that he somehow tied back and he was extremely pale with violet sunken eyes. His nose was large and round as were his lips, he seemed to be young. He didn’t look well, or healthy and Rex wondered if he was even human.

“I’m not sure where I’m headed…I don’t..have any place or any credits–”

“Good you are poor like me! I at least have a ship to my name, why don’t you come with me? We can eat whatever is in this pan, and talk about our shitty bosses.” Rex took a breath, hiding the fact that he was a little nervous, but what choice did he have? It was either go with this boy or keep on looking for help in the lower levels. Not everyone in the lower levels would be so kind, especially not to a clone.

“Sure…um, your name? I didn’t catch it.”

“I never said it. By name is Ion. And I’m Umbaran or half, my mother was human. I got her features, just not her lovely skin tone–and don’t worry. I saw you staring it’s alright. And by the armor, I figure you’re a clone, or a desertered? Don’t worry about that either, I won’t turn you in. And your name is…”

“Cap–Rex, just Rex.” He held out a hand, not inquiring about the revelation any more. “And I’d be happy to go with you, just hope I won’t be a burden. I have no credits, no home–”

“That’s what makes it exciting, Rex.” Ion gave him a pat on the shoulder. “My ship is in the garage over there, let’s get a move on. If we have no credits then at least we have dinner.”

Rex while  he followed Ion to his ship. It wasn’t an Umbaran model at all, maybe something he stole or bought. Regardless, it was large; it had living quarters and seemed comfortable enough. Rex figured that’s where his home would be until he figured something out. He helped Ion get the ship started and they were airborne in a few moments.

“Let’s hope this thing can still go into hyperspace.”

“Hope?” Rex questioned as the engines rumbled and they were in hyperspace within seconds.

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The voice Rex was hearing was actually Fives’ voice. Fives is speaking to him but at this point, Fives is between life and death kinda. He actually survives in this AU.

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Databook Omake

There’s no official translations for this yet (and for the whole book I imagine), and I don’t think it’s been picked up by any scanlation group? I hope it gets translated properly. (If there is, please link it to me)

In any case, it will be such a waste to not at least have an idea of what the minicomic is about, so I translated it rather poorly and very loosely!!

(please someone translate it better than I did)

For those confused: BNHA has an Ultra Archive Databook released around April 2016, which contains lots of info about the characters and the world. It’s where we got the extra info about Class 1-B, the Villains, and the Stats of the characters, you can check out the Boku No Hero Academia Wikia for more info. (For example, only in the Databook we find out that Monoma has that awesome Hero Name “Phantom Thief”, or the fact that Bakugou has a max rating in Power and lowest rating in Cooperativeness)

Credits to Linerie for the Databook pages.

Note: After the End of Term exam (Vol. 8 Chapter 68)

Mr. Bad Mood~

Kaminari: Bakugou! Let’s play this thing!! (wiggles thumbs)

Sero: Let’s do this even though we don’t know what it’s called!!

Bakugou: Shut up you idiots with failing grades.

Sero: … Any of the 4…

Bakugou: That bastard Deku… at the end of the test… he imitated me…

Bakugou: Because All Might was there, I couldn’t say it!!!

Bakugou: *turns around* That was a very stupid thing to do!!!!!!!!

Uraraka: Deku-kun is at the toilet.

Bakugou: That fucktard!!

Uraraka: I can feel your explosive kill aura, Bakugou-kun… You’re always yelling at Deku-kun.

Bakugou: Uraraka get lost! I don’t care about what you think!

Uraraka: Can you not get along with Deku-kun?

Bakugou: I don’t care what you think!!! That fucking nerd, even for me he did a very stupid thing!!

Uraraka: Oh no… you can’t afford to be friendly?

Bakugou: HA?!

Uraraka: Bakugou-kun, you were so cool when I was fighting against you in the Tournament. But for Deku-kun… why are you like this?

Uraraka: It’s like… you’re intimidating him because you’re scared and you want him to go away from you.

Uraraka: Since you’re childhood friends, and you’re in the same class, you should start being friends again.

Bakugou: What’s that you bastard!!!!!

Uraraka: CHOCHOCHOCHOCHOCHO?!!!!

Midoriya: Cleaned up — WAAAAA?!!

Midoriya: W-w-what’s going on?!

Bakugou: Deku’s a shitty bastard too!!!!

Midnight: You’re not primary school kids… SIT DOWN!!!!!!! It’s time for Modern Hero Art History!!

(Midnight is teaching here, I’m too lazy to translate)

Uraraka: I just wanted to say what’s on my mind…

And so Bakugou’s anger is slowly fading away…

Bakugou: That fucking useless Uraraka!!!!

And it’s finally settling in.

Midnight (offscreen): And so, who proposed the diversity of costumes? Yes, Bakugou-kun?

Bakugou: “Clown Shock”.

Rational even when angry!

Midnight: Correct!!

The end.