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People really are exaggerating with that clone high season 2 episode being terrible It’s mid at worst guys
#ramblings#clone high#clone high season 2#I also like Frida#she's cool#I can see why people don't like it but comparing it to velma??? Really???
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They're the only clones that matters rn‼️‼️💕
#if ANYTHING bad happens to them im gonna have a fight w the writers#they're so cute together plz give em more screentime‼️🤞🤞#also omg i rly like frida's design its just so!!!#AND THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCZ‼️📣📣VERY IMPORTANT#clone high#clone high cleo#clone high frida kahlo#clone high cleopatra#kahlopatra#my art#kappart
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I like how I gave Frida two flags when she only needed one, meanwhile David has to squish both flags together. To be fair, it’s just like Frida to be incredibly organised and bring multiple back up flags, and for David to panic and not do that.
#which direction is his transgenderism? don’t ask me complicated questions#look all I know is that little guy ain’t cis#we as a fandom do make him mtf a lot which is AWESOME#but it’s also really sweet to imagine him as ftm#especially since he grew up with Frida#I imagine she helped him a lot when transitioning when they were little kids#frida is totally the kind of little kid to angrily correct adults misgendering people#David is probably too shy to correct people but frida is not#Hilda probably doesn’t know what being trans is until she moves to Trolberg and she thinks it’s so cool when she finds out#also nb Hilda! I think she uses she/they#she’s just like yeah I’m sort of a girl and I’m proud of that but I’m also definitely nothing close to a girl#like she doesn’t have a preference for either#I could see her using any pronouns other than he#I don’t think she’d use he#idk why#anyways those r just my headcanons happy pride!#hilda#hilda the series#netflix hilda#hilda netflix#art#my art#digital art#fanart#drawing#Hilda (Hilda)#David hilda#Hilda david#frida hilda#Hilda frida
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its real Kahlopatra hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
#I fucking love cleopatra#So much#Girl help me i am having homoerotic thoughts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#doodles#ch#clone high#cleopatra clone high#frida kahlo clone high#kahlopatra#im sorry i cannot be fucked to like#improve any of these in any way#soz#also idk how to draw cleo lol
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hello lgbtq community
#clone high#clone high cleo#clone high frida#kahlopatra#clone high reboot#liked it more as a sketch so yeah#also they just me and my gf and we started dating just as rapidly as they did so i do not take any complains about kahlops being to forced
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Assorted ship art,,,,cannot believe gay people are real,,,
#art#clone high#clone high season 2#clone high frida kahlo#clone high frida#clone high cleopatra#clone high cleo#kahlopatra#clone high confucius#topher bus#clone high harriet tubman#tophucius#tubfucius#I LOVE THEM ALLLLL#i am slightly more put off by topher than I was before mainly for personal reasons…#like I don’t find his behavior surprising I just have my personal discomforts yk?#BUT ITS OKAY tophucius is still real in my heart#KAHLOPATRA REAL AND TRUE AND CANONICAL OH MY GOOOODDD#i love them so much they make me flop around /pos#tubfucius is also v silly..#Can’t believe clone high invented straight people
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I feel like people should draw Frida however they like for forever. Crazy thought I know.
real and true. also speaking of Frida
#actually I love drawing her thank you#like if you dont like her design????? ok?? change it. draw her how you want to#personally I really like it#she shows up for one panel and it's not exactly drawn with tons of detail#if she showed up in a hypothetical season 3 I'm SURE her design would be changed at least a little#so who cares actually#phy's sketchbook#art#wip#tmnt#rottmnt#tmnt frida#rottmnt frida#rottmnt sister#also this ask kinda reads like the passive aggressiveness is directed toward ME?? which like. no I agree with you fdshjvbfdhgfds
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– this whole - the dancing, singing, pole...raising. it is all rather ridiculous... 'midsummer'. i fail to... see the point of this human... invention. for once.
arvo's words were slurred, uneven - as if merely letting them past his lips was a great effort... this was, no doubt, influenced by the drink in his hand, resting on his stomach. folke, who had, in fact, brewed the alcohol that they were drinking, giggled - not exactly sober himself.
– i'm... the only human here, arvo. remember...
– no kraksi, or crakam, in sartrill, raises a huge, leafy pole for long summer days, that much i know.
– okay, haha - the pole thing... the pole thing is entirely human, probably. but... gullmar - tomtar, celebrate 'solvarvir' around the same time... trolls celebrate, uh... oh, curses, i'll butcher it... 'rawr - owa'... rawrr - oh wra? rawr... haha!
arvo opened one of his eyes slowly, fighting against some kind of weight that has, somehow, been set upon them - in order to look at the human beside him, still struggling to pronounce the foreign word correctly. a corner of the basilisk's lips twitched upwards.
– hm. nevermind what i said. there is a certain element of entertainment present, i suppose...
#oc#original character#fantasy#midsummer#illustration#art#i would tag midsommar but. i know theres the movie so dont think thatll be very useful...#folklore#fantasy art#oc art#pareidolia tag#oc: folke#oc: arvo#oc: selma#oc: klint#oc: adrian#oc: ylvarg#oc: gullmar#oc: faství#frida and håkan are there too but theyre so small LOL#this is a bit late for a midsummer illustration but whatever#(one day late. LOL)#i kinda wanna mmake it a THing to draw a silly midsummer drawing every year. thing is#will there be a year where im 100% happy with the illustration afterwards. bcs im not satisfied with this but. WHATEVER#shoutout to anyone who remembers the drawing i did last year........#in universe btw some swedish holidays were definitely infuenced by the tomte/human connection#things like midsummer probably came to independently but their traditions got mixed once humans and tomtar began to intermingle a bit#trolls have their own summer celebrations but they tend to be less “1 day” and more like “several weeks” in length#also. this pic is a post story pic...#which is why arvo is actually expressing his befuddlement with human customs
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Frida Big Mama's Assistant!
I kinda wonder how she of all people ended up working for Big Mama... I guess it could just be a coincidence but... well, we all know how Big Mama is... and spiderwebs can be so very tricky to escape once you've been snared
original Rise August prompt list by @sariphantom :)
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise august 2024#rise august art challenge#rise august#big mamas assistant#rottmnt big mamas assistant#rise frida#rottmnt frida#rottmnt fanart#save rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#unpause rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#artists on tumblr#my art#art#illustration#doodles#mint draws#kinda scribbly again but fun :)#i really like using color combinations like this one :)#having confirmed that she is one of the boys missing siblings is really neat but now i’m even more curious :p#does big mama know who exactly she has under her control?#considering the whole situation with lou it might very well be the reason why she took her in in the first place#maybe lou got away but she gets to keep his daughter#also how did she even find her? did she just stumble upon her? or did she maybe... acquire her from someone else?
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love letters doodles n_n
#critical role#fcg#frida#loveletters#taters does art#i am so normal about them (lie)#shoutout to these gay ass robots#for making me draw the most ive drawn in the span of like#days??#these two gonna drive me nuts fr#also i wanna see frida wolf out :smile:#or fcg murder mode#either or#or both#theyre so....
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btw on the topic of hilda the series having a death toll it will never not be funny to me that the two (2) times characters actually properly died for real it was 1) the main villain of the movie in the final showdown and 2) that dude in the witch episode who was literally Just Some Guy
#rip lloyd you were a real one#like I think as a death in a kids show they pulled that off v cleverly bc he’s just a bit character#and you don’t get time to dwell on his death before the big action sequence so it’s not like a downer for the rest of the ep#he's just there to make the void look scary i get it#but also it’s still so funny to me how that ep ends all happy like yay frida's gonna be a witch!! and that dude is just DEAD#incredible#Hilda the series#Hilda netflix
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Frida and Gandhi friendship duo pleaseeeee I will pay you with my soul
That feeling when friend draws your sona <3 ofc they're besties!!!!!
#clone high#clone high gandhi#clone high frida#frida and gandhi#gandhi pointing at the wall art like soyjak is my favorite thing#hmmm i guess it's also my first time drawing frida in this style???#hope you like it!!!!!
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Do you ship any of the turtles with anyone? or do you ship anything in rise at all?
(This ended up being a lot longer an answer than I intended hoo boy sorry about that)
Hmmm, I’m not too big a shipper tbh! Especially since I really enjoy canon interactions backing my ships, so it’s hard for me to actively like any that don’t really have that going for them. There’s plenty that I see around that I think are cute, but that’s usually the extent of my thought process for them.
For ships I more actively have, I guess I like AprilxSunita! They’re very very cute and I think they have some huge meet cute energy in their first episode together, and their chemistry is genuinely adorable (plus them being featured means more April screentime which is ALWAYS a good thing.)
I also think AprilxCasey (and when I say Casey I mean our OG girl) is really good, as I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers, and I think they have a lot in common and just bounce off each other very well (not to mention this ship in other iterations of TMNT has a loooooot going for it.)
Keeping the chain going, I think RaphxCasey (again, OG Casey) is also one with a tonnnnn of potential. They have a lot of common characteristics, and considering Raph’s whole thing with Franken-Foot, I really think there’s a lot of room there for a relationship to develop. Plus, like AprilxCasey, Raph and Casey tend to have a close relationship throughout the iterations of TMNT and it would be great to see that more with these two, even if not romantically.
Actually going back to enemies to lovers, I unironically think there’s a ton going for DonniexKendra. I know a lot of people hate this ship, but I don’t and I actually think it could very easily work whether in a love-hate way or a slow burn way. There’s a lot to like here and honestly they’re good together! Kendra is legit Donnie’s type too haha (cute, but mean.)
Lastly, SplinterxDraxum is good…when done right. I really like when people take it and don’t undermine the very real trauma that Splinter has gone through. As I’ve stated a lot, I love me some enemies to lovers, so I can see the potential here. Plus lbr Draxum was down BAD for Lou Jitsu when he first saw him haha.
I think that’s the extent to what I actively like? Everything else usually falls into “aw cute” or “ehhh not for me thanks”. And before you ask YES leosagi is cute and I’ll read fics with it if the premise is appealing, but I’m afraid I need some canon interactions to establish base character dynamics before I actively ship it alas.😔 Super cute though, no hate to it or any of the other CanonxCharacter-they’ve-never-met ships, I genuinely think people should just have fun! And for what it’s worth I really do wish we got a Usagi and Leo interaction in Rise like we have in other iterations.:(
So yeah. Overall, I have a few ships I enjoy, but I fall much more in the “prefer to keep everyone to themselves and make the focus family and friendship” category.
#non au ask#can you tell I’m an enemies to lovers person yet 💀#I had a dream once that the Fox yokai working for big mama was a teenage employee and he and Leo had a cute thing going on does that count#(the bellhop guy we see often with Big Mama)#that dream had like all of big mama’s employees basically be her adopted children#including frida#(Big Mama’s assistant)#AND Gus#(the guard dog)#so like she was literally big MAMA lol#pretty interesting story tbh too bad it ended when I woke up and I forgot a good 70% of it#lol this is also enemies to lovers I just realized-#but yeah overall I’m mostly a friendship or family platonic dynamics person#pfft of the ones I listed only AprilxSunita was not enemies to lovers wait 😭#nah but like I’m not really a big shipper tbh#I tend to fast forward through romance plots in shows that don’t focus on romance#and I tend to avoid romance genres in general most of the time#no hate at allll it’s just not typically for me y’know?#I was reallyyyyy scared to post this because people can get MEAN about ships 💀
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Yur Gonna Get Murdalated, Rookie
The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 15.5
Content: adult character perceived as a minor, kidnapping/captivity, noncon drugging, guns, recreational drug use, disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, past captivity references
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Excerpt from: The Law Enforcement Policy Handbook, Chapter X: Superhumans
[Officers of the law have the right to ask any civilian to show their upper right arm to verify whether or not the civilian bears the ‘General Super Brand’. If the civilian does possess such a marking, they are superhuman; the officer has the right to use whatever superhuman training they may possess.
If the brand indicates that the superhuman is also a ‘Latent Supervillain,’ ‘Supervillain,’ or Test Subject,’ the officer is also compelled to check the superhuman’s upper right shoulder blade for the ‘Hazardous Super Brand,’ colloquially known as ‘The Villain Brand.’ Depending on the contents of the brand, the officer may be required to arrest or otherwise subdue the superhuman. They are advised to use their best judgment to subdue the superhuman or hide and call for backup.]
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The night was peaceful. Boring, even. The type of night where you’d wanna just sit back and smoke a cigar in the amber-dusking twilight that spilled through the half-closed blinds of your office. It’s filled to bursting with old bookshelves sworn by the tests of time, a single chair for you to sit in as you work, and a sprawling, book-laden red oak wood desk, surrounded on all sides by stacks and stacks of notes, files, crucial evidence about your latest case. The scent of cigars burns your nose. You’re so close to a breakthrough, you could just about taste it on the tip of your tongue, You would find it, you always did, and you could feel it now, edging ever closer after a tirelessly rewarding and sleepless night.
And yet here Officer Kalis Brooks sat instead, bored out of her skull watching some dinky ass highway that was lucky if a car graced its beaten roads once every twenty minutes.
If only she were a film noir detective. Truly an unfair life she led.
It was a suspicious sort of fellow she finally spotted slowly making his way down the highway. A scoundrel who wore a bandana over the lower half of his face.
A person with something to hide.
Of course, she pulled him over. Simply her duty as an officer of the law.
She approached the truck and rapped lightly on the driver’s side window, and it rolled down with a gentle whirr. She shined her flashlight into the vehicle, and the view to greet her was almost something of a–
Holy shit.
The driver sat there, lazily gripping the steering wheel, looking like some sort of modernized pseudo-cowboy with a buncha scary lookin’ gadgets. A burn scar ran all the way up the side of his face, down his neck, and reappeared on his arm where his leather jacket rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were dilated, every movement markedly relaxed. Disjointed. Uncanny even.
He was definitely high. But at least he’d had the forethought to take off that bandana concealing his identity. That was a good thing, right?
Then her jaw nearly dropped when she registered the passenger. He didn’t even look at her, his gaze stiff and unseeing. Very obviously also high on some sort of drug, though Kalis reckoned this high was less than consensual. Not to mention the super-power suppression collar wrapped around his neck.
He was a super.
She wasn’t trained to handle cases like this. Was this a super kidnapping in progress?! Something more?
Shit, no time for film noir roleplay bullshit, this is serious.
This is a villain.
Her gaze snapped back to the driver, just as her hand unclipped the gun holstered at her hip.
“Sir, please step out of the car slowly with your hands up. You’re being detained under suspicion of committing an in-progress felony.”
The driver’s gaze immediately shot to his passenger. “Officer, there uh… seems to be a misunderstanding–”
“Step out of the car or I’ll have you arrested for disobeying an officer of the law.”
That got his attention. The driver blew his bangs out of his face with a slow, deep sigh, and equally slowly reached down to open the door. The metallic creak of the door swinging open was almost deafening in the moonlit night.
“I should mention I have a gun holstered on my belt,” he drawled inattentively, boots crunching the sparse gravel scattered across the shoulder of the highway. His arms stayed firmly raised, thankfully. “A revolver. Left side.”
“Thank you for informing me,” Officer Brooks said quickly. This man seemed to be an easy-going fella, thankfully, but air around him stank of danger, like the haze of the walking dead. She slipped the ornately decorated gun out of its holster and slapped all the bullets to the roadway with 6 distinctly clean clinks. Then triple-checked that the safety was on. Then a fourth time. The matching knife too, for good measure.
“I’d like to ask you some questions,” she stated, barely halting her transatlantic accent from slipping through. Stop it with the film noir. “Show me your upper right arm, please.”
He sighed, then nodded, then struggled to push up the leather sleeves of his jacket enough to show her the clear absence of a super brand.
Good, one less thing to worry about. Not a supervillain.
“Alright then, what’s going on with that boy in the truck, friend?”
“Nothin’ much. That’s Stan. He’s my ward.”
“Your ward?”
“Yuh. I have custody over him. He’s a test subject.”
“Really?” She said, voice full of faux intrigue.
“Really.”
“And who are you, exactly?”
“Handler, of sorts. A bounty hunter. I work with the police sometimes, actually, we have an arrangement.”
“Oh? An arrangement?” she asked, as if daring him to tell her all the illegal dealings he held in his hidden hand of cards.
He just shrugged.
Ugh, she hated these types.
“Fine. You have any proof?”
“Think I left my bounty huntin’ papers in my other pants,” he quipped. “Check the kid's villain brand, call in my ID, talk to your boss. Should be proof enough.”
That was absolutely not how that worked. Though she did feel a slight vindication in her chest that she would actually probably arrest this man.
“You have your ID on you?”
“Mhm.”
He flicked out his ID between forefinger and middle to the officer, seemingly plucking it from thin air before she snatched it out of his hand, noting every piece of identifying information, checking for signs of a fake. Nothing seemed to be out of order… Had he really just handed her his real ID?
“And you said something about the boy having a villain brand?”
The man– Declan Cansano, so said the ID– nodded. Then rolled his damn eyes.
“Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you?” She smiled sarcastically. “Need I make it obvious that you are suspected of kidnapping?”
“I just have somewhere to be. It’s late. If you’d call in to ask about–”
“Are you telling me how to do my job?”
“No ma'am, I'm sayin’ you'd save yourself a lot–”
“Well stop ‘sayin'’ or I'll be ‘sayin’’ that you resisted arrest when I’m writing up your arrest report. This way.”
She had to keep from grabbing his arm and yanking him as she led him over to her cruiser and deposited him near the passenger side door. Only after ordering him to turn around so she could cuff him behind his back of course.
“Stay here until I come back,” she ordered. “And remember that running from a uniformed officer is a criminal offense.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lulled back, almost sing-songy while leaning nonchalantly against the car. “Keep an eye on the kid, he's the type you’d have to worry about.”
Because you kidnapped him? God, she couldn't wait to throw the book at that man.
Kalis pressed the talk button on the radio clipped to her shoulder. “Officer Brooks reporting, I have a man pulled over here named Declan Cansano, roughly 6 and a half feet tall, blond, possibly… Latino? I have him detained for suspected kidnapping of the boy he has with him, a white brown-haired male, very battered and bruised and likely drugged who looks to be about… sixteen-ish? The man claims the boy is a super with villain status, and that he has jurisdiction over him as a ‘handler’ or ‘bounty hunter’ or something. Can you look him up for me?”
There was a moment of silence, then the radio crackled to life. “Report received, I'll look into a ‘Declan Cansano’ for you real quick. Do you have a name for the white male I can look into as well?”
“Not yet, I’m going to check that out now and get back to you shortly.”
“Wait,” A third voice interupted, familiar in just the right way to make Kalis’ heart flutter in her chest. Officer Frida Galleta. Her mentor, her favorite person on the force, one of the people she trusted most in this world. And… well, it didn’t hurt that she was easy on the eyes as well. “Brooks, did I hear you right? You said last name Cansano?”
Just as fast as it had soared, her heart dropped like a stone in a vacuum. She’d never heard that tone from Frida before. “I– I– Uh... yes. Why?”
“Oh god, I… Brooks, don’t engage with him– Look, I’m gonna call you on your personal cell–”
“Wait, Frida, what do you mean ‘don’t engage with him?’ I have him detained, I can’t not engage with him.”
“Officers, please keep small talk to a minimum over the radio,” Dispatch interrupted. “Officer Brooks, I couldn’t find anything on a ‘Declan Cansano’ anywhere, not the super or villain database, the criminal database, the employee database. But uh… to Officer Galleta’s point, if he said he’s a bounty hunter... Well, let’s just say you might wanna follow up with the chief about that before you make any decisions. They might have some sort of arrangement, so to speak.”
Arrangement…? Like a… Like…
Officer Brooks smelled the stinking injustice of a rat.
“Co–... Come again, dispatch?” she breathed into the radio.
“No!” Officer Galleta’s voice interrupted. “Dispatch, I’l’-I’lll handle this, no need to get the higher-ups involved. Please.”
Then her phone rang. Officer Galleta’s beautiful profile photo graced her periphery as she pulled out the phone and promptly sent the call straight to voicemail, eyes straight ahead and staring into the pitch-black night. At the car that a captive was waiting for her in.
“Kalis, please answer your phone,” Galleta pleaded.
Officer Brooks silenced her radio, that wretched squeal, and started toward crime scene in the making.
It was a pig-filled world out there. She wouldn’t stand idly by as they made the entire world their mud pit.
Her phone rang again.
A single deep breath to steel her razor-sharp wit, then slammed open the passenger side door, preparing for the occupant to do anything from attacking like a spit-fire to running for the hills to grasping onto her and holding her close as the first friendly face this boy had seen in years.
Somehow, she didn’t expect the boy inside to startle and struggle, legs scrambling and weakly kicking at her to put distance between them. He leaned precariously back on the console of the car, shaking as if he were in hell when it finally froze over, and only then did she realize his hands were restrained behind his back.
Now that she wasn’t looking at him over the angry presence of a kidnapper, she could see clearly now that her first impression of him was so very wrong; He was so much worse off than she could have imagined. Deep-set dark circles under his eyes, so many bruises lining his skin, specks of dried blood flakes dotting his body, cuts caked with disgusting oozing brown, eyes dilated and bloodshot, angry red welts peaking out from under the power-suppressing collar that only could have been from being yanked around or choked, and dried blood-stains that drip-drip-dripped down the front of his oversized white t-shirt.
Her face went ashen at the ghastly scene. What had that man done?
Her phone rang once more. She muted it. It still buzzed in her pocket.
“Hi,” she started slowly. Her voice cracked slightly. “My name is Officer Brooks, or Kalis. I'm here to help you. What's your name?”
He simply returned her a wide-eyed stare. Then glanced over to her cruiser. At the man leaning on it. Then at her badge. Then down to his lap, not a single word uttered.
The phone buzzed with another call.
“It's alright,” she soothed, like a mother beckoning a lost child home. “He can't hurt you right now. I'm here to help you, but I need you to talk to me or else I can't help you. I need to know your name. It’s Stan, right? Stan? That’s what I heard from him.”
He looked up, staring into her as if she wasn't even there again, eyes so wide, so dilated. No words. He frowned, considering for a moment. Then a vindictive determination spread across his features and he moved his gaze right back to his lap.
“Alright, that's uh… that's alright.” She felt like a kindergarten teacher with the way she was talking. Her phone buzzed with yet another call. “Can I… can I at least see the super brand on your back? Can you do that for me, Stan?”
He jolted back. “No.”
More phone buzzing. Adrenaline surged in her chest. “Stan, please. I can't get you back to your family if I can't find out who you are.”
“... fam–... family?...” His eyes widened, pupils somehow blown even wider, unfocused into the middle distance.
“Yes, Stan.” She very carefully reached for the collar of his shirt, ready to pull back at any time. The boy didn’t react. “I just want to get you back to your family.”
Kalis pulled the shirt down just enough to reveal that awful blue of the villain brand. The blue that signified a test subject.
Shit, the bounty hunter had been telling the truth.
The phone buzzed once more. Kalis snatched it out of her pocket. Turning around swiftly so Stan wouldn’t think what was about to happen next was directed at him.
“What do you want?” She hissed. “I’m trying to talk to a kidnapping victim.”
“Oh thank god, you’re alright,” Frida's tinny voice came through the speaker.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I– Look, Kalis, I know this sounds bad, but I need you to let the bounty hunter go. Now.”
Officer Brooks grit her teeth. This was exactly what she was afraid of. “Why.”
“He’s… look, alright, I’m surprised no one told you before, but the police have a sort of… deal… with certain criminals and organizations. Mr. Cansano is one of them–”
“So you’re a dirty cop, then?” Kalis interrupted, voice strained, chest tight. “And– and you’re trying to bring me down with you, now? Frida, I–... You should see what he’s done to this captive. I can't let him go.”
"I’m not a dirty cop! Not the way you’re thinking at least, I– just trust me, I can't even say over the phone but I'm on my way and I’ll tell you when I get there, I swear. Please don't do anything, for both our sakes.I know him, he's–”
“You know him?!”
“Yes, he’s–”
“How do you know him?!”
“Kalis. Listen to me.” Her voice turned deathly serious. “He's got ties everywhere. Hell, he does jobs for the police sometimes, they won't protect you if you get in trouble. He might try to kill you, and even if he doesn't and you get him arrested, now you have a target on your back from both the mob AND the corrupt police. If you try to arrest him, you're going to die. Please just leave him alone. Please."
She grit her teeth. “So that means he doesn't have any… official paperwork to prove he has authority over the super?”
“I– uh… probably not? They don't work within the law, that's why you need to let him go.”
Well then…
That’s all she needed to hear.
“I’m arresting him.”
“No! No, Khalis, I'm on my way, I'll-I’ll be two minutes, just wait–”
She slammed her phone down and turned back around to Stan, only then realizing that the poor boy probably heard everything she just said–
Nope, he was off in his own little world again.
“Stan?...”
No response.
She waved her hand in front of his face. “Stan!”
He startled back to himself, terrified, scrambling to get away from her just like the first time she'd walked up to him.
She didn't have time for this.
“Stan, honey, I'm going to arrest the man who hurt you alright? He won't hurt you anymore. I have to leave now, but one of my friends will be here very soon. She'll help you out, alright? Everything will be alright. Just please stay here. Hopefully I'll see you soon.”
Officer Brooks closed the door of the truck before she could catch a reaction, hoping that ditching Stan to be found by Officer Galleta was the best choice here.
It had to be, it was the only choice.
She steeled herself, resting her hand on her gun once more, and walked back over through the oppressive black night and into the spotlighting brights of her police car.
To face down the bounty hunter.
“Mr. Cansano, you're–...”
Then all of her built-up courage suddenly burst. What the hell was–...
She gaped.
Then scoffed.
Really?
“Are–… are you… smoking a blunt right now?”
The bounty hunter’s hand withdrew from his mouth, followed by a puff of dark white smoke. His gaze never once broke from the bright dot of red-yellow ash that oh-so-subtly lit his face. “Yup.”
She just stared at him for a moment. Then shook her head out. Whatever.
“Mr. Cansano, you're under arrest for suspected kidnapping of a super and illegal bounty hunting.” He didn’t so much as blink. “You have the right to remain silent, as anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you.” Crickets chirped somewhere in the forest sidelining them. “Do you understand these rights as I’ve spoken them to you?”
He didn’t move in the slightest through her whole spiel. He almost seemed to have paused time around him, actually, a frozen snapshot.
A pause as Kalis stood ready to arrest a few feet away, yet unable to move closer as the air turned sticky with his low chuckle.
A pause because, only then, did Kalis realize that when she last left the man, she'd left him in handcuffs.
The bounty hunter shoved the burning tip of the blunt into the metal siding of her cruiser, instantly extinguishing the bright ember. “You talked to your boss?”
She clutched her gun. “I've been made aware of the situation.”
“Brave one, you are.”
He pushed up out of his lean. She whipped out her gun and aimed it squarely at his chest. “Freeze.”
He stopped, staring at her gun hand, eyes narrowed, hands shooting up to show he wasn’t a threat.
Yeah right.
Police sirens in the distance. Couldn’t be anyone but Frida.
“Put your hands on the car. Slowly.”
He looked her up and down. It was funny, his eyes almost looked red, with the way the headlights shined off his eyes.
“Hands on the car.”
The hunter almost seemed to think about it for a moment. Then he laughed, pulled his bandana up over his face, and took a step forward.
Her vision tunneled, heart pounding in her ears. All she had to do was pull the trigger.
“Shame,” he drawled. Now he had… a string? A metal string, the type used to cut clay. Held taut between his hands. “I’ll try not to make this hurt, youu seem lie one of the good ones.”
Kalis’s gun hand shook. She should shoot him. She’d never shot anyone before. Shoot him. Shoot him. In the chest, in the leg, somewhere, shoot him, shoot him, you’re going to die shoot him shoot him do it fucking SHOOT HIM–
Her finger squeezed the trigger as he lunged forward, a flash of light, everything bright white and hot and blinding as a loud CRACK split through her eardrums, her very skull. Her gun arm knocked to the side, the gun flew from her hands. Her only chance at defending herself disappeared somewhere into the inky black night.
Suddenly she was staring right into his dark brown eyes that seemed to gleam red. His hands slammed just short on either side of her neck, the wire held gingerly between them pressing into the hard muscle of her larynx.
Just the two of them.
The crickets, the trees.
The stars, shining above so sweetly.
Her last witnesses.
She was going to die here.
“Sorry about this,” he whispered, a low grumble that reverberated her entire soul. She couldn’t look away from those blood-red eyes. Would her blood be added to that as well?
A deafening screech of tires.
His brow furrowed, gaze stuttering elsewhere. A new set of headlights spotlighted them like startled deer, two omens of death and justice heading straight for them, night turned into a shining white day.
Brighter, brighter.
“Holy shit,” the bounty hunter yelled. Low engine revs turned into deafening roars that wholly swallowed any screams that ripped from Kalis’ or Declan’s throats, right before a hand yanked off her feet, just barely heaved over the hood of the car and tumbling jarringonto the ground next to the man who had apparently saved them both as a giant mass of immoveable flashing red and blue and black and white metal screeched past them as it attempted to grind to a stuttering halt before flying into the ditch that sidelined the highway.
Kalis slammed into the ground.
The world spun around her.
Frida.
Frida.
Ow, FUCK–
What’s–
It was Frida!
She was saved!
Or wait, was Frida trying to kill her now?
Why had the bounty hunter saved her, were they on the same side now?
What was happening?!
The door of the cop car flew open before the car even fully screeched to a halt, and there she stood in all of her gorgeous, life-saving, terrified and anger-filled glory, pointing her gun over the top of her cop car right at the man in the cowboy hat sprawled dazed on the ground next to her.
“DECLAN CANSANO, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”
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#hehehe hooo#I like this one#Officer Brooks is so stupid#but we love her#also whats this#what is Frida's secret??#how does she know Declan??#Why tf would she shout at him like that#and also almost hit them with her damn car?#more in the next chapter upload!#its a doozy thats for sure#oh also I think making declan high and then making him smoke a blunt as hes being arrested for kidnapping#is one of the funniest things I've ever done#(un)official guide#whump#whump writing#defiant whumpee#noncon drugging#heroes and villains#whumper#whumpee#hero whump#kidnapping whump#captivity whump#tw recapture
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i dont think sam and manny would like each other much, at least at first (especially sam, manny is A Lot) but they eventually bond by rite of being the only ones in their social circle who cares about fitness. they develop a friendly but super intense strava rivalry
#manny like BABE I CANT COME TO BED I HAVE TO RUN ANOTHER 7K I CANT LET HER WIN AGAIN THIS MONTH#theyre up at 6 am every weekend to go lift at the gym together#sam grows to appreciate him being game for anything and also his vague genderblindness#(hes just as hypercompetitive against her as any other guy at the gym and also will throw hands with anyone oggling her squats)#manny will eventually warm up to her deadpan morbid humor and penchant for hill-dying#they exchange vegan high-protein recipes.. do 10ks in each other's universes... hype up each others cute gym outfits#idk. i LOVE that sam is canonically a fitness polymath#and you KNOW manny is a gym rat. let them bond.#ntu tag#theyre doing the miracle city half marathon while tucker and danny sleep in and then get iced coffee with frida (hungover frm her show)
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So I started out with Frida’s markings being pretty distinct from the boys’ because I wanted to not just do the same as them. But now, as she’s grown as a character, her markings have changed and now (since she’s become a twin) she just has Leo’s markings 😭
And because of reasons her stripey arm marking things don’t fit so I wanna change them so what kinda arm marks should she have?? I want them to be different than Leo’s but they’re twins so it would still be similar
Idk I need to probably figure that out but like if you got good ideas… >:D
#I kinda wanna do some stripeyer design rather than like Leo’s v shapes#also in the way that Leo’s shape language is supposed to be triangle#Fridas is supposed to be a diamond so I feel like I should actually incorporate that#I should give her more diamond elements…#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#save rottmnt#riseofthetmnt#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rise of the turtles#rottmnt frida#spider’s web widens#fhfhdhdjhfjskd#rottmnt designs
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