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tmnt-multiverse-election · 5 months ago

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Nominees that didn't quite make it

Signal boosting for amazing creators, characters, and aus. Please check them out. I wish you all better luck next year.

Draxum & Donnie @tizeline (Tiz Sep)

Leo @nights-flying-fox & @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Gentle Hands I Don't Recall)

Micheal @gingerchickens (Astray)

Leo @kathaynesart (Replica)

Chompy @probably-not-a-rutabaga (Mutant Chompy)

Kendra @cokoweee (Purple Delusions)

Misa @littlemissartemisia (Misadventures)

Dee @cnwolf-brainrot (Dee-Evolution)

Big Mama @inkypawprint & @sketchiefoxie (When I Was Younger)

The goop & Poptart @intotheelliwoods (2 Arms Left), Beetle Leo (Beetle Leo)

Leo @dandylovesturtles (I Might Be Invisible But I Still Look Good), Leo (Wow Leo)

Mitsui @nova-blues (Sundered By Time)

Bird Leo @alsfunkyalbum (Light as a Feather Stiff as a Turtle)

Donatello Purple Hamato @itsnotillegalyet07 (Ink, Herbs, and Eggshells (Specifically Herbs))

Leonardo @sugarpasteltmnt (Neon Void)

Leonardo @goodlucktai (Problem Child)

Tanner Mayfield @starsinthenigth (Star Bunny)

Future Leo @gooeseyleo (GooseyLeo)

Leo @andistarbee (Extra)

Baby Mikey @pezhead (Age Gap)

Mikey's Cat @anomalysstuff (Anomaly)

Splinter @broken-slime-boi (Grayscale)

Yuichi Usagi @azucar-skull (Feral Casey)

Marcelo @irequirealobotomy (Just Around The Corner)

Leonardo @dancingthesambaa (Star Blind)

Sensei Donatello @theredponcho (Microwave)

Mikey @seaghosstt (TMNT: Bay Area)

Reticent Leo @tmnt-reticent (Reticent)

Future Leo @nani-nonny (Reunion)

Tenoch Oroku @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Forgotten Clan)

Evil Donnie @dragonpastels (Cracked Conscience)

Light Fairy Mikey @lara-cairncross (Rottmnt Fairy Au)

April @theartofeverything (In This Together)

Casey Jones Jr @delicatechildwitch (Old Soul)

Shelldon @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Lifetime Achievement Award)

Maro @eternalleader

Villain Mikey @onionninjasstuff (Villain PB&J)

Donnie @jacky_fruit3529 (Deep Water)

Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo (Reminiscing That Old Time)

Donnie @consume6810

Mikey @allyheart707 (Little Subjects)

Prince DubbleBubble & Frigid Leo @sketchiefoxie (Rottmnt x Adventure Time)

Raphael, Chocolate Covered Bananas, & Donnie @remedyturtles (Firefight)

Donatello @cryptidofthecove

Donnie @l0stneverfound (Elemental Madness)

Caiji @gornackeaterofworlds (Butterfly Effect)

Glamrock Raph @thejade-forest (RotTMNT x SB)

Kasey Jones @caseyjones-junior (Krang Parasite)

Cerise Mylene Hamato @fanartmayhem (Mikey's Unplanned Purpose)

Mustachello @revitalizationrat (Mustachello)

Hop @nights-flying-fox (Dimention Hopper Leo)

Dai @sweeneydino (Paper Scales/Little Dragons)

Sensei @remedyturtles (Little Kid with a Big Death Wish)

Hamato Antonello @ants-turquoisewave (Led Astray)

Donnie @phykoha (Tiny Mutant Feral Turtles)

#tmnt multiverse election 2024 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 1984 #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 1990 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt mutant mayhem

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spnbabe67 · 3 months ago

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Sex, Drugs, Etc.

Kinktober Day 17: High Sex (T.O.)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, Weed,(Loretta isn't incoherent), Alcohol Oral (F&M rec.), teeth rotting fluff, aftercare

Summary: Loretta gets her hands on some of Boone's weed and shenanigans ensue

Word Count: 2147

Authors Note: Title inspired by the song Sex, Drugs, Ect by Beach Weather.

Also, I have never been high, but for the sake of my own feelings towards that kind of stuff, I didn't write Loretta as super intoxicated. I know that everyone has different tolerances for substances, so talk with your partner if you choose to engage in sexual acts while one or both of you are under the influence, and talk about boundaries before you enter an altered state of mind. Be safe friends!

Tyler couldn’t keep his eyes off of Loretta. He and the rest of his team had been chasing a storm cell in the heart of Kansas, holing up at one of the small motels on the outskirts of a nearby town for the night. The engine blocks had barely cooled when his friends brought out the booze, and in Boone’s case, the weed. At some point throughout the night, the sun falling in the sky, Loretta must have stolen a couple drags off of Boone’s blunt when Tyler wasn’t looking. Tyler never much cared for the weed, participating in the occasional celebratory drink, but never the pungent herb he’d seen Boone and Lilly roll into blunts and smoke more than a chimney.

Loretta had slunk up to him all shy like, more shy than she normally was, giving him a sheepish grin. If the stink of pot wasn’t enough to indicate to him that she was high, then her pupils, blown so wide that her pretty aquamarine irises were almost completely eclipsed, would have. Tyler couldn’t help but smile gently as Loretta wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking herself against his side.

“Heya, Doll.” Tyler smiled down at her, plucking the baseball cap he had been wearing off and placing it down over her fawn brown hair.

Loretta’s cheeks tinged pink as he placed the cap on her head backwards. “Hey yourself, Cowboy.” She gazed up at him.

Tyler wrapped his arm around her waist, squeezing her hip as Loretta leaned up on her tippy toes to brush her mouth against his, her hand coming up to rest against the side of his face. Tyler sighed into the kiss, wholly content in this, in her. He only pulled away, smoothing his hand up and down Loretta’s back when Dani wolf whistled at them. He chuckled as Loretta stuck her tongue out at her friend.

“Get a room you two!” Lilly joined in with the teasing, Boone and Dexter joining in, laughing goodnaturedly.

“Maybe we will!” Loretta called back.

Tyler couldn’t help but duck his head, laughing along as Loretta laced their fingers together, her smaller hand fitting perfectly in his own. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her hand as Loretta guided him out of the parking lot, digging into his pockets to pull out the key for their room. His chest warmed, knowing how his friends, his chosen family, had accepted her as one of their own. She had chased with them long before Tyler took things further between them, but when they did make their relationship known to the rest of the group, they’d been met with nothing but overwhelming acceptance.

“Be safe! Use protection!” Boone called after them.

Tyler busted out laughing when Loretta lifted her hand up, flipping their friend off.

“Kiss my ass, Boone!” She snarked back, sliding the card through the slot, the tumbler of the lock giving way.

“That’s Tyler’s job, not mine!”

Tyler sighed, hoisting Loretta over his shoulder as she lunged, aiming to engage Boone in a good-natured scuffle no doubt.

“Owens!” Loretta giggled, pounding her hands against his back as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Jones.” Tyler countered, smacking Loretta on the ass before tossing her on the bed. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Her surprised yelp quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles as she sat up to sit cross legged on the bed. Tyler could help but admire her, the way the warm light from the bedside lamp glanced off the soft curls of her hair. It deepened the barely-there freckles that were smattered across her cheeks and nose, adding an alluring glow to her. The oversized t-shirt had slipped off her shoulder slightly and Tyler was convinced that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever gotten the privilege of laying his eyes on. Her siren song had thoroughly enraptured him because when she crooked a finger at him, that sultry look in her heavy-lidded eyes, he was powerless to resist.

His fingers brushed against the soft curve of her jaw as Tyler closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers once again. The kiss was gentle and tender, no need to rush because of time constraints or that ‘I need you so bad’ feeling that had them tearing each others clothes off like horny teenagers. Loretta had pushed herself up to her knees on the bed, evening the height difference between them. Tyler ran his hands along her sides in long, slow strokes, exploring her body beneath his touch like it was the first time. He shivered as Loretta’s chilly fingers brushed under his t-shirt and made contact with his bare skin. Her hands wandered like his were, tracing the lines of his body, sliding up the front of him.

They broke the kiss only long enough for Tyler to help her pull his shirt up and off. He reached up, taking his cap from off her head, tossing it to the ground to join his shirt. Tyler dipped his head, aiming to reclaim her mouth but Loretta was already ahead of him, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the column of his neck, her hands braced on his chest. His head rolled back as she mouthed at his neck down to his chest, her hands sliding down the front of him to end up at the button of his jeans. Tyler’s hands found their own way under Loretta’s shirt, his touch careful as he tugged it over her head, leaving her in her sports bra and jean shorts.

Her lips continued to trail south, readjusting so instead of kneeling on the mattress she was back to sitting, her legs on either side of his. Tyler dipped down, firmly kissing her as her nimble fingers made deft work of his jeans. He helped her slide them down his thighs along with his boxers, stepping out of them. He groaned into the kiss as her small hand wrapped around his length, running her palm up and down him. Loretta pulled away from him, nipping at his bottom lip for good measure as she dipped her head down.

Tyler hissed through his teeth as Loretta’s tongue laved its way up the underside of him. He flexed his hands into fists and back again as she enveloped the tip of him inside her hot mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out around him, her hand lazily pumping the rest of him as her mouth worked the top of his cock.

“Fuck, Doll. That’s it.” Tyler praised as Loretta started to bob her head, taking more and more of his length into her mouth with each pass.

Tyler gazed down at her, watching her work him over with that mouth of hers. He gathered her hair, gently moving the curtain of locks away from her face, holding it in a ponytail at the back of her head. He couldn’t help the way his hips shallowly rocked forward, chasing the feeling of her mouth around him. Tyler choked on a moan as Loretta looked up at him. The sight of her, mouth full of his cock, eyes glossy, nearly had him spilling himself down her throat then and there. He clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath through his nose, telling himself he needed to hold off a little longer.

But he knew he wasn’t gonna last long with the way Loretta’s tongue ran along that tender spot on the underside. He fisted his hand in her hair as that pull in his lower stomach grew tighter and tighter until he moaned her name, warning her almost too late before he spilled himself down her throat. Loretta’s hand snaked around his thigh, holding his hips nearly flush with her lips. The feeling of her throat swallowing around him was too much, felt too good. He pulled his still semi-hard cock from her mouth, swiping his thumb across her lower lip, wiping away a mixture of spit and his cum from her mouth.

Tyler chased Loretta up the bed, shedding her clothes on the way until she was sprawled out naked under him, her hair splayed around her head like a halo; his own personal angel. Her body was soft and warm, and so damn responsive as Tyler took his own turn tracing his lips along the supple curves of her body. His mouth left a trail of kisses from her mouth down her body like stops on a roadmap, a curvy back road for only him to explore. At at the end of that road lay salvation between her legs. The first taste of her was sweet, and her resounding moan was even sweeter.

Tyler gripped her thighs apart, feasting on her like she was his first meal in weeks. He licked at her clit, wrapping his lips around the erect bud, letting his teeth graze it ever so slightly. Tyler grinned against her core as her nails scraped against his scalp, massaging and tugging at his hair, pressing his face further against her pussy. Her moans filled her ears, getting more and more breathy as he sucked and licked until her thighs started to shake around his head. That’s it, Baby. Let it all go. Tyler laved his tongue up the center of her, working her through her orgasm until she was pushing his head away from her core, mumbling about it being too much, and instead pulling him back up her body.

“So pretty.” Tyler mumbled against her skin. “My pretty girl. My girl.”

Tyler grinned against Loretta’s mouth as she rolled them over, straddling his waist. He felt Loretta grin against his mouth as he sat up, holding her in his lap.

“I love you, Tyler.” Loretta breathed into the space between them, placing her hands on his shoulders.

“I love you too, Lor.”

Loretta let out a shuddering breath as Tyler felt her reach around to grasp his cock, painfully hard again, running the head of him through her folds. “Say it again.”

Tyler moaned. “I love you.”

Tyler squeezed her hips, yanking on that leash holding him back from fucking up into her as she sank down onto him, her warmth enveloping him. He kissed her sloppily, all tongues and teeth, moaning her name as Loretta rode him slowly. She ground her hips against his, so lazily, rocking back and forth. Tyler couldn’t pick a spot for his hands too stay, not with so many soft curves to choose from. Her breasts, her sides, her tummy, her hips, her ass, he loved every inch of her and thanked God every day that he got the chance to show her just how much he did. Tyler slid an arm around her waist, holding her to him as his other hand found her clit, rubbing in soft circles as she moved atop him.

“Thatta girl.” Tyler said softly. “Take what you need, Baby.”

It was a slow, gentle building of pleasure between them. Tyler could feel Loretta grow lazy with her movements getting closer and closer to her climax; he held her hips, assisting her movements as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. Loretta whimpered into his mouth as her thighs shook against his own, her climax having her inner walls fluttering around him. Tyler held onto her like she was the last piece of wreckage amongst a tempest at sea as his own orgasm rocked through him, Tyler moaning against her shoulder.

In the aftermath of their collective high, Tyler gently lifted Loretta off of him, laying her down on the bed as he quickly grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it under the tap. Loretta smiled at him as Tyler came back over, running the cloth gently between her legs, pulling a low whine from her. He tossed the cloth aside, motioning for Loretta to roll over on her stomach before climbing into bed beside her. Tyler rubbed his hands up and down her back, putting pressure behind his thumbs, finding the knots he knew plagued her along her shoulder blades and lower back.

He heard Loretta hum contentedly into the pillow, sighing sleepily. “You’re always so good to me.”

Tyler huffed a laugh leaning down to press a kiss to the spot between her shoulder blades against her spine. “Only the best for my girl.”

Loretta hummed noncommittally as Tyler worked out the knots in her back. Tyler paused as he realized Loretta’s breaths had evened out, her eyes having shut minutes ago. He smiled to himself, turning out the light before stretching out beside her. She snuggled up against him as he pulled the covers over both their naked bodies, tucking an arm under her to pull her into his side.

“I love you Lor.” Tyler whispered into the darkness. “Sleep well, my girl. I got you.”

#tyler owens x oc #tyler owens imagine #tyler owens fic #tyler owens smut #tyler owens #twisters 2024 #kinktober 2024

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boltlightning · 7 months ago

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# 30 for norribeth or just James and Elizabeth. Pretty please?

30. one more chapter request me a drabble!

The captain’s quarters in the Empress are hastily patched. The cannons from the Dutchman had struck above the waterline, and with the ship lightened of its burdens by Davy Jones’ crew, the Empress sails quick and easy towards Shipwreck Cove.

James is bundled in swaths of silk and wool upon the lone bed. His sleep is uneasy, incomplete, a thin veneer over the plunging depths of his pain. This is the fevered rest of a man barely tethered to life. The rise and fall of his chest is shallow, but even, and Elizabeth watches it with anxious intensity.

She had questioned the necessity of so much bedding—surely, if his skin is running as hot as Hell itself, he would wish to be cool?—but she has learned to trust her new crew; they had kept James alive against all odds, after he was impaled, tossed unceremoniously overboard, half-drowned, and hauled gracelessly from the churning sea. He had been stabbed with a piece of wood torn off the Flying Dutchman, and the cold of the water had nearly killed him before the infection could, but by the tenacity of the crew, he lives. Elizabeth had seen men succumb to shock and cold in much more favorable conditions and could no longer doubt their medicinal methods.

The throes of James’ fever had not released him yet. In his few moments of wakefulness, he has not been completely lucid, and does not seem to register Elizabeth’s hand brushing his burning forehead at all, much less as comfort. His tenuous fate does little to settle her nerves with the congregation of pirate kings fast approaching.

She thumbs the token Sao Feng had given her, kept secure around her neck. It would not do to sit idle and will James to wellness.

Elizabeth peruses the chests left after Sao Feng’s death. She uncovers weapons, elaborate clothing, gold, jewelry, unfamiliar herbs and jars of preserves. Of most interest to her is an impossibly heavy chest filled with books. There are several titles in English and French she recognizes. Much of it is philosophy, Locke and Voltaire and their like, but some literature is present as well. Chaucer, Defoe, Milton, Shakespeare…

Elizabeth selects the latter. She prefers the tragedies and had never read his sonnets. She does not think she can handle another tragedy now.

Careful not to disturb James, she sits on the edge of the bed with the book in her lap. The quiet in the cabin is not true, only the sort that a ship can offer: the creaking of the planks, the susurrus of the water, the lyrical murmur of the crew, and immediate to her attention, the rasp of her closest friend’s breath. Elizabeth draws a breath of her own and begins to read aloud, if only to give her ears something else to hear.

His condition does not improve over the journey. Elizabeth continues to read, telling herself that if he dies here, she has at least given him a comfortable bed in which to do so, with poetry as his accompaniment. The thought makes her stop abruptly mid-stanza. She closes the book and breathes deeply, enough to steady her to stand and set it in the latched cupboard beside the bed.

From the other side of the bed, James stirs. He mumbles something that could plausibly be her name slurred into two syllables, the end lifted in a question. She drops the book in haste and scrambles back to his side.

“Oh, thank God you’re alive,” she exclaims, forgetting herself.

“Barely,” he croaks.

Elizabeth reaches over to brush damp hair from his face. He is cooler than he has been, and his eyes are clear, if bright with pain.

“What can I get you? There’s—well, it’s not brandy, but it’s this clear concoction that's just as strong, and—I can put tea on, just—”

“Water, maybe,” James suggests hoarsely. “No, ah, don’t get up yet.” He shifts to sit up, then hisses at the pain.

Elizabeth gently pushes him down by the shoulder. “Stay there. What do you need?”

“One more?” He flicks his eyes towards the sonnets, which slide page-down across the floor with the tilt of the ship. “Please. It…it keeps the dreams away.”

He lifts a hand to set it to her arm. He looks nothing like himself, the fever and pain having wasted him away; even his expression is uncertain, vulnerable as she had never seen before. Yet Elizabeth looks into his face, and recognizes him, and feels relief as certain and true as the moon’s tides.

“One more,” she agrees. When she looks away to pick up the book, it is with reluctance.

#thank you sm for the prompt my friend! sorry that i didn't quite get the full phrase in there!!!!!#pirates of the caribbean #elizabeth swann #james norrington #norribeth #*fic #drabble requests #not me looking for reference for this scene only to remember his survival only exists in my mind

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posttexasstressdisorder · 18 days ago

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Tuesday, 12-17-24, 2pm Pacific

Aaaaaaaaaand good afternoon everybody, Mr. Baggins here with our Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax! Today the dial on my Wayback Machine is going all the way back to 1941, but will then be literally all over the map. We're having another installment in our series on Herb Alpert and The TJB! This time we are going to hear tunes that they made cover versions of; first by the original artist, and then by The TJB. Why, you may ask? Because their cover versions were never just straight covers! They radically re-imagined almost every cover tune they did and made unforgettable arrangements out of them. Case in point? The ancient (1941) song "Flamingo", originally sung by Herb Jeffries with The Duke Ellington orchestra, and re-imagined on the TJB's "SRO" album.

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And now, from 1966, the TJB's version!

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Another song that received an amazing re-imagining at the hands of Herb and the TJB was the Gene Pitney-sung theme to the movie 'A Town Without Pity". Here's the original Gene Pitney version from 1961:

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Now let's hear the absolute polar opposite version of it by The TJB, which drummer Nick Ceroli provided the vocal ad-libs on, giving it the flavor of a Mexican cattle-drive!

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And we've heard this next pair already, but it's another textbook example of the complete redux that the TJB gave it. We went from this lament of lost love at the beginning of the week, by the Mamas and the Papas from '66...

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Herb and Crew turn it into an upbeat little ditty, complete with sleigh-bells and chimes!

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And this pair is also a textbook example: The song that took Jack Jones into the limelight in 1962, Lollipops and Roses. Here's Jack's original:

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And here is Herb's version, again a complete re-imagining from top to bottom, including yes, those Sleigh Bells. Fitting, since it became the song that they played as they gave out the prizes on The Newlywed Game!

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And this last pair I've saved because it was the very first song by the TJB that I ever heard when I was six, and as I have said before, this was a very important song in my musical education! Here is the original version of "A Taste of Honey". It was written as a film theme for a 1960 adaptation of a British play:

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And here...HERE is the TJB's magnificent re-imagining of the tune. The arrangment...the way it starts and drops off, and then those bass-drum kicks...ALL of it! It's just sheer fucking GENIUS!

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There are many other examples I'd love to play for y'all, but this is all the room I have today! I hope you've enjoyed our little "Compare and Contrast" episode in the saga of Herb Alpert and The TJB! This is Mr. Baggins signing off for now, but I'll be back at 7pm with a set to soothe your achin' nerves and help ease us all into a good night.

Until then, be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

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