#BUT THE RANGE OF THE FANARTS IS INSANE

[phrogee]

the first hero.

[pillcaddyfullofbees]

More Giddy Gleeful content for the Giddy enjoyers that I’m delighted exist :3

With Pacifica redeemed and befriended we need a new Regina George type in gravity falls so here she is!

Silly headcannons in the tags:

[silliestf1fan]

lewis pullman you have captivated me in such a way that i am slowly going insane 🩷

ref under

[aidenwaites]

I'm gonna be haunted by that hell hotel show blogger who was going on huge near incoherent rants about it

[chaos64sprinkles]

Keen In Art Pixel Animation! Serie 4

Sprinkles: Bark! Bark! (Alright, the next inani-mate bat is called Keen, he is a type of saw that when he lands on the ground, he gets stuck and can cut up to 5 cm from the ground, because I say he is dangerous, don't even try to poke him or hug him and he'll poke you, I'm warning you and he's probably Pin's inani-mate, in which she warns him not to do any mischief!)

[cookiie-mon]

compilation of baby otter neuvi (ive turned him into a marketable plushie)

[slanky-here]

ngl its kind of a relief to be a sylvix monoshipper because if i had to not only bear the respective curses of miklan being Blorbo™, being a toxic matthias raoul gautier stan and enjoying a sylvain pairing that has 30 fics on ao3 - i honest to god would've exploded

[acid-ixx]

Ohhhhhhhmisggashoosghhh

I love everything about "before the bell rings"

Such masterpiece such peakness oh my goodkdasssdffrddf. Couldnt stop thinking abt it couldnt stop rereading it its ltrly currently 3:11 am rn i wasnt aware of the time all i know was that i was obsessively drawing this man with your story in my mind my god i couldnt stop giggling and blushing n i had to take few breaks n paces in my room to cool off

HOPE U ARENT TOO WEIRDED OUT

— related post ! (tw: a bit nsfw, non-con kissing)

OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD!!! user luffyadolover you are the gift that keeps on giving because WHAT THE HELL??? more than five sketches of this feral, horny man and HE'S SO HANDSOME ILYSM FOR THIS!!! i'm actually so down bad i had to stare at the last image for a few minutes because YOU DREW THE ENTIRE SCENE SO WELL.

i love the first image, you drew him so well, the slick-back hair and everything!?!? with him looking all so proud of himself when he chooses something for his spouse that they actually really like, as if he didn't just planned to ignore you or to simply hastily choose whichever looks the fanciest; that was the plan until his brain haywires just witnessing the absolute joy on your face every time he picks something right; imprinting the memory of your smile in his brain to the point he sees it every time he blinks— so now it's become his daily mission after falling for you to traverse each and every shopping site and malls in his batcave to ensure you only get the highest quality of gifts. mind you, he is a very dedicated man, bruce wayne doesn't give up so easily.

AND THE SECOND AND THIRD IMAGES TOO !!! with his mask on, you couldn't really tell just how obsessed he is, due to the blunt face he always has to wear, but the comparison of him without; with the stare that speaks of a million promises all dedicated to honoring and cherishing his beloved spouse. he doesn't need wedding vows when his eyes (always almost unexpressive, unable to fully show the full range of his emotions; vulnerable in the midst of worshipping his sleeping, little deity) already presents what your future life would like with him.

it doesn't matter if you're drooling, or butt-fuck naked. if i say he's remembering every small, incoherent detail about how you sleep, what position you sleep in, even the position you bury your head in the pillow, let that devotion cement in the very crevices of his mind and in every corner of his heart. it wouldn't matter anyways that you're sleeping alone, hugging a pillow (that should've been him) now, because soon, you'd be quickly migrated in his bed, in his arms, and you won't be getting out. he'd be too invested in the smell of your hair, the feel of the pudge in your stomach, and the seams of your clothing rubbing against his thighs to even allow you to let go.

AND GOD, THE SKETCH WHERE HE'S JUST LICKING THE SPIT AND ALL?!? my brain is malfunctioning, i'm going insane. this is my favorite fanart of yours so far, i'm so grateful for your existence because you've graced me 😭 i'm absolutely not going to deny the future accusations of me writing for debauched and absolutely feral and/or horny bruce wayne!!! trust me when i'm telling you that he's not only memorizing exterior parts of you, but bruce promises (it's actually just him justifying his actions) himself that he has to remember what the inside of your mouth feels like to fully and properly kiss you before your wedding date arrives, just to establish how much of an absolutely perfect husband he will be for you.

to make up for all his past mistakes of absolutely ignoring you, to ensure you that it's not you who's the problem— it's him and he has to fix it all. he has to guarantee that you won't even dare look at another man; even if it means watching you every night disguised as the bat, then coming home to the manor (your shared home, soon) by the time the sun breaks out of its sleepy stupor, just to dream about what it'd feel like pinning you willingly and taking you all for himself after your honeymoon— how could a man like him stop dreaming about his beloved spouse? how could he control his hands to stop lingering beneath his utility belt just to touch and pleasure his body the same way he wishes to worship yours?

the answer is: you don't. or rather, you couldn't.

so if you ever feel your lips becoming more and more sore every other night, and notice the trinkets from your desk and even undergarments from your closet now missing... well, you'll soon know who the culprit is...

a/n: no, i do not tolerate this behavior irl. once again, pls be aware guys that this is a yandere blog (and i've been writing content like this for years) and i'm bound to write more extreme concepts compared to this. the only element that never disappears from this is that i'm writing under the sub-"category" of soft yandere. that doesn't mean it doesn't stray away from the eventual dub-con/non-con.

once again, thank u so much for the dedication to send me so many good fanarts @luffyadolover 😭🥹, although i may not always reply quickly, i appreciate you and all the other fanartists who spend their time drawing inspired by my content. it's truly an honor, and in all my years of writing, you guys are one of the reason why i still continue to write <333

[cimmerian1275]

hey there! Just wanted to pop in and say your art is amazing. Your anatomy is like really insane and you draw it so well with the turtles! Like how?? Your colors and Oc design and don’t get me started on your dragons. So cute.

You’re incredibly talented!! Have an amazing day/night

💖💖💖 Thankyou :D

Honestly wanna know how i draw tmnt so well? DRAGONS! xD

I explained this to a friend yesterday so i can word dump a bit here:

Ive drawn dragons in tons of weird angles/perspectives… a good 2+ years worth spent just practicing drawing drakes and dragons and creatures, and going a little crazy with challenging myself to get experience over a large range of draconic things!

SO, when i started drawing tmnt i was like... "these guys are basically a dragon, but with a shell and WAY LESS DETAIL", and i really mean WAY. LESS. DETAIL, like holy crap i never actually realized how complex dragons were until i drew a turtle and asked myself why i chose one of the most insanely complex things to draw my whole entire life. They have so many limbs, unique anatomy unlike anything IRL, i had to study cats and dogs and horses and birds and then combine that to make up something totally new just to draw ONE dragon because each one has unique anatomy 😭 when i draw dragon shoulders i get so much ptsd from that learning curve /j

Ive studied complex dragon anatomy so much that when i took a look at humanoid shoulders and drew them, they were scarily easy to draw compared to a dragons shoulders. Same goes for legs.

But oohhHHH HANDS, no ones brought it up but i love rambling about how fun it is to draw hands. You can probably tell really quick that i went with dragon-inspired hands for the tmnt, i love giving em claws >:) I draw my dragon feet like theyre just hands used for walking, and ive drawn ALLOT of them. Taking away a few fingers and giving them to a turtle was really simple C: (although i should probably try out drawing them without claws, im kinda curious if i can)

Human arms are a little harder to learn how to draw, but still incredibly similar and it hasnt been too hard to adjust to the subtle differences i need to change when i draw them.

⬆️ Im still working on drawing humanoid arms, the muscles and perspective for humanoid arms are different from what im used to so im still in the middle of that learning curve.

I actually havent been drawing tmnt long, i posted my first fanart Feb 19 this year 👀 and id never drawn a turtle before then.

Your gonna be watching in real-time as my artstyle/experience grows as i keep drawing them, but i am DEFINITELY still practicing and learning! Im hoping when i finally settle with a quality of art im happy with and ive had enough experience to feel confident enough, i really want to make tutorials for how i draw so i can share my knowledge with others <3

[iwannascreameurekaa]

"if it's okay for poc to be cast as originally white characters then why can't we cast white people for poc characters"

Great question I have a wonderful answer for you

to start this is about a post I saw about Leah playing Annabeth Chase in the Percy Jackson show. Someone in the comment section was complaining about it and saying that they think a white person should be casted for Hazel if there's ever a live action heros of Olympus. This person claimed that if race has no meaning when casting a black perosn for Annabeth, then why would it matter for Hazel?

here's where this person is so incredibly wrong that it confuses me on what their brain is used for if not to make a complete thought. Hazels race was one of the most important things about her backstory

Hazel was a woc in there 1940s she went to a school for colored children. She legit experienced segregation. The whole reason that she had a connection to Leo is because she went to school with his grandfather sammy and the only reason she knew sammy was because of that school for colored children. Just that is enough to tell her that yes her race does in fact have a meaning and isn't something you should change

then the person in the comment section started talking about Frank.. then Leo and then piper. Basically they ranted on and on about any poc character

Let's start with Leo now. I'm bringing back the hazel point because again the only reason that he and Hazel had a funky connection at the beginning of moa is because of that school for colored children. Leo's Hispanic heritage is also important when concerning how his life with his mother was up till he died. One of the reasons he ran away from his aunts house was because she was religious and constantly called him the devil.

what about Frank? Well his Chinese heritage connected him to Poseidon which made him related to Percy which isn't massively important but you know it's a plot point so I see no point in getting rid of it

and piper? One of the first things we find out about piper is that she is bullied for being cherokee. The FIRST thing we see of piper interacting with characters besides Jason and Leo is her experiencing racism. It is insane that some people think that's just a thing that could be thrown away. Her Cherokee heritage also relates to her main character development in the trials of Apollo and lots of her "wisdom" is old cherokee stories her grandpa would tell her

and tell me one fucking moment in the series where Percy or Jason's race was important. Other than them being Greek/roman because they're all Greek and Roman so shut up

oh but since everyone's complaining about Annabeth being black in the show that must mean that her being white in the books is SOOOOO important

... it's not. In fact she's literally 1000x tanner than most of y'all depict her in the "canon" fanart so... yeah. And those of y'all saying "what about her being blonde that's her main character thing blah blah blah" I'm sorry is this the 2000s??? Blondes being dumb is a horribly outdated stereotype that is only ever used in a joking manner now back when the lightning thief was written in was a thing used against blonde women but now it isn't.

You know a certain group that is targeted and deemed dumb because of how they look? People of color, specifying black women.

Annabeth Chase being black is probably one of the best casting decisions ever, and I say this knowing that race wasn't the main thing when casting. Leah is the perfect person to play Annabeth and I will die on that hill. She has the script determination and the emotional range that makes her the perfect candidate for Annabeth.

If Annabeth Chase were real she would love Leah and she would hate you all for saying Leah isn't her.

Rant ended. Get your heads out of your asses before you say more racist shit.

[chiocchi]

If you don't mind answering, why do you ship Tom Riddle and Harry Potter? Besides the whole issue that they are enemies, and the age difference, both characters are heterosexual. It's canonical fact. If it's the dynamic you like... Have you thought about Tomione's ship? They have a lot of potential together. And in the right direction, they would be a couple that could make it in the books.

JDKLJKLFJSDLKFJA This kinda feels like people knocking on your door and trying to get you to believe in their religion. It's pretty funny.

I don't know why are you calling issues to a part of the pairing's appeal lkajdsjfs (And Hermione is Harry's age and they are on the same side too?). And not sure about that canonical fact. Harry can be read as bisexual quite easily and Voldemort|Tom... idk he seems more obsessed with power, immortality, and Harry. But even if that's the case, I don't see why it should matter. We're in fandom after all.

I don't know if I'll be able to convey why I like this ship so much. For starters, I'm really into the unique connection they share. There was a piece of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's; they had a mental link; a whole language they're the only ones to speak (for the most part); Voldemort chose him and marked him; and there's even a prophecy that linked them together. There aren't two people more connected than them. They're soulmates, and the fact that Voldemort didn't intend it and Harry hates it adds another layer of complexity.

But not only that, they're like a broken reflection of each other, which I find fascinating. In his second year, Harry was worried about the similarities between them. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles, they both considered Hogwarts their first real home. I feel like they would have really understood each other in other circumstances. They would have been friends. Because one of their key differences is that Harry found friends and adults that loved him while Tom was probably bullied and, y'know, the whole Dumbledore thing.

Not to mention that Harry would die for everyone whereas Tom would kill everyone. They're insane in their own way. I love their similarities and differences, but more than anything else, I love when they're together. The fanfics and fanarts are awesome.

And the whole thing of being enemies feels quite gay sometimes klafjdlskfja. Harry can't help but think Tom is handsome and, despite everything Voldemort did, Harry wanted to give him one last chance to show remorse. I have no doubt Harry is crazy enough to actually forgive him.

I've thought about Tomione and I've come to the conclusion that I don't like it. pinktom has a really good post about it and I agree with it. Besides, Hermione liked Ron and had something with Krum, and they're nothing like Tom. Just because she's heterosexual doesn't mean she's attracted to any man, y'know? klajdlfkdjs I don't think they would have been a couple in the books, no matter the direction. If it's the dynamic you like, have you thought about Tomarry? More believable, more intense, and a wider range of wholesomeness to fucked up in the fics. It's really interesting. Unless you don't like men being together? Hmm? Suspicious (just kidding. To each their own. So no need to go to other people's asks to try to change their minds :kek:).

Also Harry is my favorite character and he's not replaceable. I kinda don't care about any other character tbh. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[spaceytoxinz]

saw your gideon edit and the comment you made saying you associate him with industrial music (iirc) and I think thats really unique.. what genres or artists do you associate with the other exes + if you have any more for gideon him too im really interested in these playlists...

JOYOUS OCCASION.

I do have a gideon playlist though, pretty short but i feel like it gets his general vibe across [imo]. I made it like last year i think. Its the only one i have besides the 2 playlists i have for my oc

continuing with Gideon though, he reminds me of industrial because in different medias he’s associated with either Indie/pop rock or techno. So i just slapped industrial onto him because it sits pretty well in the middle of the two. because im cringe like that]. Industrial, some electropunk [not rlly msi ripoff bands, more like Elias and the Error], general EBM, new wave and ofc the obvious techno/pop rock. I also chose industrial because of the raw, edgier themes songs usually tend to revolve around. His main artists would be like, NIN, Death Spells, KMFDM probably, Depeche Mode, etc. Though ik he bumps Hamburger Lady once in a while /j [also some songs by Romeo Santos cause bros kinda insane about his relationships]

Matthew Patel is musicals [i wasn’t much of a theatre kid i only sang my parts when my friends would randomly perform Heathers outside of class in midde school. I was never super invested in musicals though.] and emo music. He honestly kinda reminds me of the entire 2016 emo revival with the “Holy Emo Trinity” or whatever. Though ofc this shit takes place in like 2005 so its not the same. He reminds me more of Midwest Emo than Post-hardcore emo. Maybe he would listen to shit like Sleeping with Sirens but for some reason its hard for me to imagine. To be fair its also because i grew up with second wave emo [i think its second wave. mostly the end of it but jt altered my life and ive seen shit that would occur in the scene thanks to my older sister] so i have a specific idea of the different types of emos at the time. He’s much more emotional and theatrical to me which is why i choose midwest emo over post-harcore/emocore. Also hes zesty so brittany spears.

I usually associate Lucas Lee with old school Reggaeton. Just based on personal headcanon about how he looks like a specific genre of Latino in the early 2000s idk to describe it, im also from the west coast so theres that. But ofc the anime gave me a reality check and i realized this mf is still a skater. so of course you have punk rock/pop punk. so the range goes from Daddy yankee and Don Omar to mf The Offspring and Anti-Flag. I’ve thought about making a playlist for him, i just gotta figure out how to organize it the same way i did for Gideon and how his playlist has both bachata and industrial.

Todd would stray more away from electronic heavy music unlike Lucas and Gideon. In my head I also associate him with pop punk, basic bands like Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Bowling for Soup whatever. Indie Rock like The Killers, The Strokes, Queens of the Stone Age probably. Honestly basic level radio rock that people argue the genre of. Though another headcanon is that most of the music he grew up with was like, basic level metal. Shit like Metallica and AC/DC. I also do think about him while listening to Los Infieles by Aventura because hes a cheating ass mf.

quick note for todd, i also have a headmate based off of a specific way an artist depicted him in fanart, who wouldn’t stop listening to skrillex a while back for almost a month straight so yeah. theres that.

As for Roxy, she reminds me a little more of Post-Hardcore and RIOT GRRRL. Shes not rlly emo but some of her aesthetics overlap so why not lol. I don’t know enough RIOT GRRRL bands other than Le Tigre [also the the Empty>>>>> that song is peak]. But bands like Kittie, Jack off Jill, Saosin, etc. Since my music taste mostly revolves around Rock/EDM and because various soundtracks having a theme song for her, she also reminds me of trance or eurodance. Can’t name any specific artists for those two genres i only know a handful of songs. I can’t rlly put her into one genre of music like the others, i feel like a lot suits her. Fuck it she listens to Lady gaga too. I only know for sure that she reminds me of Devi McCallion and the artists mentioned above. She would be okay with me playing my cringe ass music on the aux cord i think /j

For the Twins. The obvious answer is basic EDM. But i feel like one of them is a little more experimental than the other while one of them would focus on being more melodic. They both remind me of Aphex Twin and Venetian Snares. Ngl though they kinda remind me of 2000s/2010s hip-hop/rap in a way that i can’t fully explain. I have no specific artists nor subgenres to describe it unfortunately because i have a very basic level examples i heard on the radio growing up. i think its cause theyre always at some party/event depending on which media. They remind me of the instrumental to Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa tho.

yeah uh, most of my music taste revolves around rock and EDM plus the various genres i grew up with so honestly there’s probably more out there i haven’t listened to yet that could be better fits for them. i like music lol. I also gotta reread the comics to get a better understanding other than what i remember.

[chil-aglia]

𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

~𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕~

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

Didn’t have time to draw anything for this chapter but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something. Please I’m begging for fanart for this chapter and series in general. On my knees—

Warnings: Usual angst stuff I suppose, past abuse, etc

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The lair was a cacophony of noise—yelling, thudding, and what sounded suspiciously like something shattering in the next room. Three lay curled on his bed, one arm draped over his face, the other clutching a pillow with enough force to tear it in half.

He wasn’t used to this. The lab had been quiet. Still. Predictable. The only sounds had been the constant hum of Draxum’s machines, the occasional buzz of a containment field, or the quiet murmuring of Huginn and Muninn—just enough background to remind him he wasn’t entirely alone, but never intrusive. Never this.

A crash.

“Nardo!” Donatello’s voice rang through the walls, full of righteous fury. “I told you not to touch my stuff!”

“You know the rules!” Came the sing-song reply—Leonardo, naturally, as if taunting Donnie were a sport. “We call dibs on your stuff too!”

“Leo!” Michelangelo now, hyped and way too loud. “Pass it here! I’ll use my skills to make sure Donatello doesn’t get it back!”

“Guys, stop messin’ around!” That was Raphael. The voice of reason, theoretically. Though Three was quickly learning, Raphael’s attempts at peacekeeping often sounded just as chaotic as the fighting.

Three’s eyes twitched.

Another thud. Laughter. Running feet. Something—maybe someone—slammed into the wall and shook it hard enough that Three felt the vibration enough to rattle his teeth.

With a low growl, Three yanked the pillow from under his head and shoved it hard over his face, muffling both the racket and his increasingly desperate thoughts. Maybe if he held it down long enough, he’d pass out. Maybe suffocation was preferable to another hour of this insanity.

“Maybe I should’ve just let Draxum finish me off.”  He muttered into the pillow, voice muffled and dry.

Another crash.

Sitting up, he decided that he couldn’t stay cooped up in his new room any longer, he got dressed in his usual uniform, making sure his body was covered in the familiar fabric and armor.

With much annoyance he opens the door to see what chaos would unfold before him. He steps out, hearing the commotion coming from the living room that he briefly saw a few times since coming here.

It had only been a week since he came here, and for the week, Three tried to find anything that would be worth reporting to Draxum about, but there was nothing, and he was slowly getting ticked off by it.

The moment Three stepped inside the living room, the noise hit him like a wave—full-bodied and unrelenting. Voices overlapping, furniture scraping against the floor, and the unmistakable sound of something ceramic shattering into tiny, irreparable pieces.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, glaring down the hallway like it had personally offended him. 

“Donnie, it’s already broken! Let it go!” Leonardo called, smirking proudly.

“It wasn’t broken until you touched it!” Donatello thundered, groaning.

Three stopped at the threshold, arms crossed, leaning just slightly against the doorway. He took in the scene like one might examine a dumpster fire—fascinated in the worst way.

They were playing a video game on the projector, clearly way too into it for his tastes. He narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Three didn’t like this. How could he? Watching everyone be so close together was almost making him physically ill.

He watched as the brothers laughed and teased each other over a simple video game. All seated in a line in front of the projector, a racing game it looks like, with Donatello and Leonardo versing each other to get the highest score.

Three watched with bored eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his plastron. He could never understand how someone could be so close to each other. It was a weakness in his eyes, but he also never had that…love while growing up with Draxum.

Not that he needed it. No way.

“Hey Three! Wanna join?” Michelangelo called out, noticing his older brother who was at the back of the living room. All eyes trained onto Three who briefly gave them a glance over, he then huffs with a stern look and pushes himself off the wall, not saying a word he walks away.

I’m not weak…not like them.

He barely made it two steps before bumping into something soft but solid.

Splinter.

The old rat blinked up at him, surprised but not entirely caught off guard. “Oh. You're awake now?” he asked gently, hands tucked behind his back. “How’d you sleep?”

Three gave him a look��dry, unamused, laced with annoyance—and rolled his eyes. “Loudly.”

He sidestepped Splinter with no ceremony, brushing past him and heading toward the kitchen. Splinter watched him go, his expression thoughtful and quiet.

Perhaps some food could help him feel more awake and less stressed. He opens the fridge only to tilt his head in confusion. It was stocked, but with stuff he’s never seen before and he wouldn’t know how to cook it up.

“Great…just what I needed.” He grumbled under his breath, closing the fridge and placing his hands on his hips, tapping his foot to decide on what to do next with his morning.

He was hungry. But he didn’t want to risk trying something he didn’t know. Draxum had him on a strict diet, to keep him in shape, and Three didn’t want to disturb that. He’s the perfect warrior after all; his body is a temple after all.

He glanced toward the cabinets, eyeing the unfamiliar shapes and bright packaging like they were alien tech.

Draxum had been precise. Regimented. Three had been raised on bland nutrient paste, calculated calorie ratios, and exact timing down to the minute. Everything was controlled—because control created strength. Predictability created perfection.

These…snack cakes and fizzy sodas looked like poison in comparison.

His muscles twitch with irritation. Everything about this place was soft. Messy. Undisciplined. And yet, here he was—here, because Draxum left him here to spy on this family even though there was nothing of importance to take note of. 

He looked back to the fridge, considering opening it again. Maybe there’s something raw. Eggs. Meat. Anything. But the idea of asking for help—to cook, to understand—made his skin crawl. He was built to survive, not to ask.

Perfect warriors don’t need help.

He could feel his hunger building now, a slow simmer just beneath the surface. It made him irritable. Restless. Weak.

A shuffle of feet made him snap his head toward the entrance.

Leonardo.

“Yo.” The slider leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You look like you’re trying to solve a crime scene instead of making breakfast.”

Three glared at him in silence.

Leonardo raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “You know you can just…eat right? The food’s not going to fight back. Probably.”

Three scoffed, turning away. “I don’t need your help.”

There was a beat of silence, “…You ever had cereal?” Leonardo asked, tone lighter now, almost teasing.

Three bristled. “I don’t eat garbage.”

The blue masked mutant smirked. “You will eventually. Mikey makes these banana pancakes that’ll break even the grumpiest turtle.”

“I’m not one of you.” Three snapped, turning sharply. “So stop acting like I am.”

Leonardo’s smirk faltered—just slightly—but he recovered quickly. 

“Your family. Whether you want to admit it or not.”

Three blinked. That wasn't the answer he expected.

Leonardo then grins at an idea, “I actually know the perfect food to have for breakfast.” He announces, turning around and shouting out to the others. “Guys get in here; we’re having pizza for breakfast!” 

Pizza…?

Three watched as the other three stalked in, curious and eager at the mention of this pizza. Michelangelo beams, “Oh! I’ll make it. I’ve been dying to make pizza to advance my culinary skills.” He brightens up, shooing everyone out the kitchen as Three watches on in suspicion.

Three stood frozen, arms stiff at his sides as the kitchen was suddenly flooded with energy.

“Chef Mikey is in the building, baby!” He declared, snapping the apron strings behind his shell with an expert tug. “Get ready to have your tastebuds demolished.”

“Again, with the apron,” Donatello muttered from behind, adjusting his goggles with a sigh. “Every time.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have one,” Michelangelo said, already rummaging through the fridge like it owed him money. “Now out, out, out—no audience in the kitchen while the maestro’s at work!”

Leonardo grinned and leaned into the counter lazily, tossing Three a quick glance. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you.” Three said flatly.

“Yeah, well, I don’t trust myself either. That’s how you know it’s fun.”

Raphael shrugged on his way out. “Just don’t burn the place down, Mikey.”

“You wound me, Raph!” The youngest called dramatically as he began chopping something that looked suspiciously like pineapples.

Three’s eyes narrowed. Fruit? On a breakfast dish? This couldn’t be real food. This had to be some elaborate trap—a test of loyalty, maybe. Or worse, a prank.

He backed up a step, wary, bumping lightly into Leonardo who had decided not to leave the kitchen despite Michelangelo’s orders. “Relax,” The red eared slider said, grabbing a stool and plopping down on it. “It’s not like we’re gonna poison you. That’s Raph’s department.”

A beat.

“...Kidding.” He added, though not quickly enough to be reassuring.

Three remained near the fridge, stiff, arms crossed, gaze flicking between the brothers. He didn’t sit. He didn’t speak. But he didn’t leave, either.

Michelangelo moved with surprising precision, twirling dough in the air like he’d been born in a pizzeria instead of a sewer. He ladled sauce with flourish, tossed toppings with flair, and hummed a tune that made Three’s eye twitch every time it hit a high note.

“Alrighty!” Michelangelo declared with a clap, sliding the pan into the oven. “Ten minutes, and the greatest breakfast pizza this side of the multiverse will be yours to behold.”

“You’re not using anchovies again, are you?” Donatello deadpans at him, sitting next to Leonardo.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dee! This is morning cuisine. Bacon, eggs, cheese, hash browns, and just a little bit of maple syrup for that classy touch.”

Three’s expression contorted like someone had just stepped on his foot. 

What kind of monstrosity…?

And yet… his stomach growled again, louder this time.

Leonardo didn’t comment, but Three caught the tiny smirk tugging at his “twin’s” lips.

When the timer dinged, the smell that filled the lair was intoxicating—warm, greasy, and sugary all at once. Three tried not to react, but his nostrils flared involuntarily. Something primal stirred. He hated it.

“Behold!” Michelangelo declared, placing the steaming tray on the counter with the grace of a proud artist unveiling his masterpiece. “The Breakfast Supreme!”

Slices were passed around. Donatello grabbed his with one hand while tinkering with his wrist tech. Raphael took his and gave Michelangelo a quick nod of approval. Leonardo made a dramatic show of savoring the first bite like he was in a commercial.

Michelangelo, beaming, slid the last slice toward Three.

He stared at it. It stared back.

Egg. Bacon. Syrup. Cheese. Bread. A Frankenstein’s monster of flavors.

“You gonna stand there glaring at it, or are you gonna try it?” Leonardo asked, already halfway through his second slice.

Three said nothing. He picked up the slice slowly, like it might explode. He sniffed it once. Then bites it.

Silence.

Then… another bite.

He chewed.

And for the first time since arriving in the lair, Three didn’t look completely disgusted by something. Michelangelo leaned over to Leonardo and whispered loudly, “That’s what we call a culinary breakthrough.”

Three finished the slice in silence, eyes still narrowed, but no longer burning with annoyance.

He placed the plate down and gave a simple grunt. “...It’s edible.”

Leonardo laughed. “Have you seriously never had pizza before?”

Three shrugged, eyes still narrow. “No.”

All of them gawked to which he scowled at their surprised expressions. “What?” He hisses, making them clear their throats. “It’s just…pizza is so good. It's a little shocking to hear someone say they’ve never had it.” Raphael comments, rubbing the back of his neck as Three scoffs, standing up.

“Well, I guess not everyone has the pleasure of doing what they want.”

This comment even had Three himself flinching, eyes widened as he bites his lip. Was he seriously getting worked up over this? Over something dumb and not worth his energy to get mad at?

He was starting to feel stir crazy. 

He turns around, stomping towards the exit as he ignores the looks from everyone. He had one hand over his face slightly to try and ground himself. He cannot get mad…not over that conversation of food.

“Donnie, I need help with my science homework!”

A voice that Three hadn’t registered who it belonged came hurtling towards him. It was the human girl that he saw briefly on their first meeting in Draxum’s lab. She had come running in, holding some liquid of sorts in jars, but neither of them had a chance to move out the way, bunking into one another as the strange liquid got all over Three.

Three blinked, shocked as the feeling of whatever it was the human made started to slightly burn. He hisses, jumping back slightly as he scratched at his armor.

It wasn’t doing anything to help.

“Whoa, Three, April. You okay?” Raphael suddenly called out, making his way over in a hurry as the others followed in concern. Three clicked his tongue, the sensation of the slight burn becoming irritating as he cursed under his breath.

“Off…gotta get it off—!” Three announced in slight panic, grabbing at his armor and began stripping it off hastily, he didn’t care if they were watching as he threw off everything, mask included as he pants heavily.

He steps back, staring at the armor and fabric that sprawled on the floor.

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“Stop! It burns!”

Three choked out, violently shaking as the liquid that Draxum made burned at his arms. He was strapped down, eyes red with tears of pain.

This was his punishment. All because he was slower than usual in training. He had stayed up late and as a result his performance was poor and sloppy. Draxum figured that this was a way to both wake him up and to punish his creation.

Creating a liquid of sorts that had the sensation of burning without actually leaving marks behind on his skin.

“I’ll do better, m-master! Just stop…”

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Three came to when he felt someone shaking his shoulder, snapping him to reality as he jerked away from the touch.

Michelangelo retracted his hand away; concern clear on his face as the others stood and stared at him. “You okay Three? You're looking, uh…pale?” Leonardo states gently, tilting his head as Three remains silent.

It was only a memory…one that was triggered by the brief pain of whatever liquid was spilled into his clothes.

That human…!

He growls, glaring at April who remained stunned at the sight of the turtle. “You damn idiot! I should cut you down!” He hissed out, stalking forward but was held back by Raphael who had his hand out in front of him.

“It was an accident. No harm done.”

“No harm? I have nothing to wear!”

He points down at the fabric that he was most definitely not going to wear for a while now. Or ever. He’d have to ask Draxum to make him a new outfit, and that was embarrassing.

“Aren’t you the guy who tried to kill us?” April raised her brow at him, hand on hip as Three huffs at her. “I can still kill you if that’ll jog your memory.” He threatens, clearly bitter. “What the hell did you even make that thing hurt?” He inquired, pointing at the empty jar of where the liquid once was.

“I don’t know. It’s why I was needing Donnie to help me!”

The two glared at each other, as Leonardo gulped and got in between them to calm everyone down. “Let’s all settle down. Why don’t we just eat some breakfast pizza and—“ He began only to be cut off by Three.

“I’m going to the room.”

He pushed past Leonardo and the others that blocked the exit, turning the corner and heading to the bedroom that was his for the time being.

He slams the door shut behind him, staring at the ground with narrowed eyes. He felt strange without his outfit. Uncomfortable and naked and vulnerable.

“Why did it have to be me to do this damn spy work?” He grumbles to himself, leaning off the door and walking to the bed, settling down as he reaches over to the other side, grabbing his sword as he observes it quietly.

His reflection blinking back at him through the shimmer of the blade.

Just get this done…then I’ll be back to Draxum’s side.

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A knock on the door disturbed Three from meditating, planning, just overall trying to calm down from the situation a few hours ago in the morning.

It had been around midday by now.

Another knock, twice now had Three twitched his eye in utter annoyance as he stood up. Knowing that whoever was on the other side wasn’t going to leave him be.

He reached the door, prying it open with a blank look. “What?” He hissed, looking slightly down to see the youngest of the brothers.

Michelangelo gave a sheepish smile, “Sorry, um…I kinda have a little gift for you.”

“…gift?”

Three eyed him suspiciously, crossing his arms over his exposed plastron as he leaned against the door frame.

“With your uniform you had been wearing for days all messed up…we, or I, uh…”

Three watched as Michelangelo fumbled with his words, sweating buckets anxiously as he continued to hide whatever it was behind his back that he had been keeping a secret from Three.

Three rolled his eyes. This was sounding to be a waste of his time. He had better things to do. “If you’re going to be a nuisance, I’m going back to—“ He began only to be abruptly cut off when Michelangelo suddenly presented the gift in front of his brother.

Three was surprised, taken aback for a second as he stared at the fabrics.

A black mask, matching straps to go over his plastron and shell. Matching gloves and socks. It looked similar to Leo’s outfit but had, of course, its differences.

He made this…?

“More of a sorry gift I guess…we feel bad that your only clothes were ruined.”

Hesitantly, Three takes the gear from the young box turtle, his eyes scanning over it. It didn’t seem too bad, and Three did have to wear something after all. 

“…very well. I, ugh, appreciate this.” He said through slight distaste of the comment, even deadpanning when Michelangelo beams at him, bright eyed and equally bright smile.

“I’ll leave ya to get changed then!”

He quickly scurried off, Three processing for a second before closing the door and going back to the bed. He lays the new gear down, quietly debating on even wearing it.

Have to gain their trust…

He reminded himself of the mission, which was more than enough to convince him to get dressed.

It was far easier and simpler in comparison to his old uniform, which he admitted felt a little constricting. 

He picks up the black mask, tying it around his face as he lets the tail ends flow down behind his shell. He blinks, eyeing himself down as he pulls his arms out in front of him, looking at the gloves, he does the same by looking down at his feet.

The belt was secure around his waist, and there was a holster behind his shell for his sword.

He might have to get used to having so much of his body exposed but other than that, he didn’t mind it.

“Huh…not bad Michelangelo. Not bad at all.”

His gaze settled over the symbol on his strap that he noticed the brothers seemed to wear. He narrowed his eyes, his first instinct to rip off the emblem.

Gain their trust…leave it on.

His hands fall to his sides, breathing in. 

He was good at adapting. He can adapt to this.

…right?

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Ao3 - Blood Is Thicker Than Water - Chapter 1 - Chilaglia - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

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A STEVE SAGA AU - INTERNET STAR ! ____________________

in this au , different steves get to be internet stars ! they can have huge fanbases that hang onto every word they say ^^ They get halos to represent that they're a star , with a twist ! these halos can have spikes on them . The spikes reference just how much influence a star has over the fanbase ! more spikes equals more influence , the sharper the spikes the more harmful this influence is !

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THE CLASSES -

Fans | Haters | Stars | Celebrities | Managers

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INFO -

FANS -

Fans are the base of all the stars you see ! They do not hold the most power in the ranks but without them , the system would not exist ! They help in boosting the popularity of stars , celebrities , managers , you name it ! They get a set of items that allow them to boost the reputation and popularity of stars , ranging between potions , blades and even sweet treats ^_^ They also have some varieties ! to put it short , there are:

stalker fans- These fans are obsessed with the stars they follow , angering them can result in a career going down hill ! They can change their class to be a hater

normal fans- These fans are , just normal ! Angering them isn't a good decision , but they'll forgive their stars eventually !

hyperfixated fans- These are fans that will love a star's content and create lots of fanart and the likes for them ^^

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HATERS -

haters are the worst ! they will be horrible to any stars that do not please them , they are slightly more powerful that fans in terms of levels and sadly , without them the system would never exist ! they have items with them that help ruin a star's reputation and like fans , they too have a few varieties ^^ This includes:

irrational haters- They are , like I said , the worst . They will do anything they can to make a star's career miserable for no reason ! They will look out for any chance they can to shame a star , even if it had happened years ago and the star has been forgiven for it ~

justified haters-Their hate is actually justified and understandable , so long as they're respectful then they're not too bad ! Just , the star shouldn't be an actual bad person .

critics-I don't think I need to explain , they aren't exactly haters but fall under them .

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STARS

They are internet sensations ! They get to have fanbases ! ... and haters , both of which give them a boost and make them somewhere in the middle of the power rank ^^ Many of them hold halos ! As I mentioned , they have spikes on those halos ^^ Depending on their influence , they can have either many or few spikes ! Depending on how harmful that influence is the spikes can also be very sharp or very dull . A part of their halos have a space without spikes which they can use to hold the halo and transform it into a weapon ! This weapon can be used to harm others ( metaphor for damaging their reputation ) or even kill them ! There are also varieties of stars , namely:

Vloggers-This type of star makes videos of themselves and how they live their life !

Artists- This type of star makes art and the processes behind it , they also give out helpful art tips !

Animators- This type of star makes art , and also animates it !

Musician- This star makes music ! Several genres exist but they all end up under musician !

documentarian- This star makes documentaries !

Gameplayist-This star makes gameplays !

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CELEBRITIES -

They are amongst the best , no seriously , have you seen their fanbase and their base of haters ?! They're huge ! They automatically get really spiky halos with insane sharpness , plus the weapons get extra deadly ! They have the same types as the stars but more extravagant , so I won't dive into that , but they have weapon classes like the stars do !

Whip- Yeouch ! if a celebrity uses this on someone , it immediately kills them and drives them off of the internet ! Easily the deadliest ! It's rare to find one of these !

Gun- Critical ! A quick kill ! The other person's reputation is now over ! It might be slow but it'll be painful , second most powerful in the series ! These are rare as well

Sword- Oh no ! A way to prolong someone's suffering before they eventually leave the internet ? what a monster ! the third most powerful in this series , an uncommon

Grenade-Quite the bomb shell , no ? This is a quick one but it's common , sorry !

A bow- Yeesh ! They won't see that coming ! But they might , cause that's a common , babes !

Oh an a bonus for those celebrities that are more popular than the others , they get their own customized weapons ! awesome , right ?!

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MANAGERS-

Oh boy , they're at the top of the hierarchy ! Jesus cheesus , they can ruin your reputation with a single message , no weapon needed ! But if you happen to be a star or celebrity managed by them , they are all you need . There are no classes or divisions , everyone that's a manager has no face nor any defining features on social media ! Quite the enigma .

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Don't tell me you thought that was it ?

Don't you wanna know the characters ?

then stay on with me won't you , yeah ?

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THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS !

1. Reverse :-

Type and Class: A musician star ! specifically a rockstar !

Halo: Not very sharp ! medium-many spikes

items: A guitar , microphone and a spiked scene-type bracelet

Info: Reverse is a happy go lucky type of star who loves making rock music ! He is friends with Rainbow and Dark and makes music not for his fans , but for himself ! The poor chap normally has some self esteem issues but is always confident when around his friends ^^

Stats:

STRESS: [ 23 / 100 ]

CONFIDENCE: [ 56 / 100 ]

DEADLY ?: NOT LIKELY .

2 . Rainbow :-

Type and Class: Retired . No one is sure of what he used to make for content .

Halo: Since he retired , his halo is invisible , however , it is insanely sharp and the spikes literally cover it completely .

Items: A photo album .

Info: not much is known about him or his content as he has wiped all traces of his existence from the internet and goes by an pseudonym as a fan . How ever , his fanbase is still very active and have made countless archives of him . Rainbow is an apathetic and generally monotone guy but shows emotion when he feels the need to , he is friends with many people , Reverse amongst them . He doesn't seem to struggle but clearly hates attention that is focused on him .

Stats:

STRESS: [ 100 / 100 }

CONFIDENCE: [ N / A }

DEADLY ?: [ N / A ]

THE SIDE CHARACTERS !

1. Sage :-

Class and type: Hyperfixated Fan

Halo: None , he's a fan , what did you expect ?

Items: A green potion bottle , envelope ( fanmail written by him ) and a sharpening blade

Info: Sage is a sweet little guy who loves supporting small streamers ! He shares positive relationships with both Reverse and Rainbow , alongside Sanguine , his best friend ! He can help new streamers or stars by boosting them with his potion , his fanmail and also sharpen the spikes on their halo using his blade ! He is really polite and a big fan of Nightmare ^^

Stas:

SANITY: { 83 / 100 ]

CONFIDENCE: [ 65 / 100 }

DEADLY ? : [ NO . ]

2. Sanguine :-

Class and type: Justified Hater

Halo: Again , none .

Items: A dulling blade , a red potion bottle .

Info: Yeesh ! Sanguine 's hate is unadulterated and heated , for good reasons too ! He may seem rowdy and rough but inside he is the most moral person you'll meet ! He'll show nothing but empathy ! He shares positive relations with Sage . If a star is really .. urgh ! Then he can use his dulling blade to dull their spikes , rendering their influence useless ! The red potion is used to weaken a star's influence !

stats:

SANITY: [ 70 / 100 ]

CONFIDENCE: [ 70 / 100 ]

DEADLY ? : [ YES . ]

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THE MAIN ANTAGONISTS .

oh boy .

1 . Nightmare :-

Class and Type: A Celebrity known for his fashion .

Weapon Class: A whip .

Halo: His halo is literally just spikes , nothing else , also they're sharper than a pencil made of tungsten .

Items: A phone , a cutting blade .

Info: Perhaps one of the most famous celebrities you'll see on the internet ! Beloved of all , and hated by all . He does not have any known relations with anyone . He can use his phone to boost his own reputation , his cutting blade to destroy the halos of stars he hates , and his whip to completely drive them off of the internet . He probably likes ruining a fan's day for fun .

Stats:

STRESS: [ 89 / 100 ]

CONFIDENCE: [ 93 / 100 ]

DEADLY ? : [ VERY ]

2 . Dark :-

Class and Type: A documentarian star .

Halo: Not many spikes , but those spikes that are on it are very sharp .

Items: A folder filled with files and a camera .

Info: As a star that makes really interesting documentaries , Dark is really good at keep track of events on the internet and what not ! He shares a friendship with Reverse and a close platonic bond with Nightmare . He can use his folder to bring up information about any stars or any of the horrible things they've done in the past to add a permanent stain to their reputation . He can use the camera to keep a permanent record of another star's actions as blackmail .

Stats:

STRESS: [ 50 / 100 ]

CONFIDENCE: [ 90 / 100 ]

DEADLY ? : [ MOST LIKELY . ]

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THANKS FOR REAIDNG THIS ENTIRE THREAD !! I SPENT 2 DAYS MAKING THIS ^o^ !!

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more to come soon !

[willvoiceit]

Hello, Will! I'm sorry if I bothered you, but may I ask, was it difficult for you to adjust your voice to Marazhai? I remember it was a bit of a surprise for me to find out that you also took part in bg3, voicing Milil, because I couldn't recognize your voice there for the first time (silly me thought it was Dorian's voice from Dragon Age😅). And I think it's amazing that you're able to hide your own timbre of voice and play with it so well.

And now, knowing Milil and Lord Panswyck from Hob's Barrow as well, I feel a huge difference in the voice timbre, comparing them and Marazhai's low timbre with notes of danger. Also those hisses, smooth talk, insane laughter...😄 I really like that even Marzi is able to sound so diverse in the game, thanks to you and your talent. And that's why I'm curious, what was it like?

Sorry if my text may seem strange somewhere, I'm not a native English speaker, hahah. Have a good day, and thank you for liking the fanarts and our shitposts.😄 You're incredible!😊🙏

Hello!

I think because I'm used to adjusting my voice a lot I wouldn't say it was difficult, but I have had a lot of training (both as an actor and as a singer) to get to that stage!

I'm also lucky that I have a very wide vocal range in full voice, around 3 octaves - and while my natural speaking voice sits in the lower end of that I've learned how to cut out sections to my advantage. In Eiyuden Chronicle which is out in a few months I'm playing an 18 year old, so had to drop a lot of the natural grumble!

And I *love* the fanart (and the shitposts). Makes my day whenever I see people put in such amazing work!

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CHAPTER 10 NWBFBSBW SOBS

never in my life have i been so invested in a fic AND I MEAN IT (full range of emotions fr but mainly SCREAMING IN MY PILLOW) read it yesterday and i plan on rereading untill new chapters com out 🙏 your writing skills are INSANE!!!!!! CHEFS KISS FINALLY SOME GOOD F FOOD

Im no good at drawing humans but other peeps beautiful works inspired me to break my artblock!!!!!

*retreats into the lurking shadows*

OHHHHH MY GOSH.

THIS IS BY FAR THE BEST WAY TO START MY DAY STOP IT. OH MY GOSH THE APPLIN LOVE. I AM SO SO SO HAPPY THE FIC GIVES YOU THAT MUCH JOY AND FRANKLY I AM FEELING SIMILAR LEVELS WITH THIS FANART THANK YOU SO MUCH