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saltywithsarcasm Β· 7 months ago
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I’m risking it all to hug Jimbei 🫑
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poisonder Β· 10 months ago
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oh jesus, dont feed that thing after midnight
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al-luviec Β· 30 days ago
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compiled whatever this is (and I run out of tag space)
meh HoT gifs (3/?)
#alek gifs#ninjago#ninjago krux#ninjago acronix#hands of time#time twins#alternate title to this series is : stuff i noticed after watching this season 10 whole times#okay actually thats a lie. i realized this the 3rd time around#i think of acronix and how he barely makes any decisions for himself and i go crazy#ppl equate that with him feeling forced to do stuff.. uh hes always been a follower guys!!#cue him calling wu β€œmaster wu” even after the twins betrayal. him liking machia bc shes β€œmean” and bossy#he has no issue with following orders lol. prepare for a long acronix rant one day#contexts -> gif 1 barely counts i just wanted to include him looking at krux. he does this a lot during that fight#gif 2 is before they kill blunck and raggmunk (idk how to spell their names still ... sorry)#gif 3 is before they were going to kill wu in the golden hour legacy short. which is canon !!#gif 4 is before they sent themselves into the temporal vortex#that one post that was like β€œare we still doing revenge? yeah? cool” bc thats basically acronix#there is something fundamentally wrong with these two's brains but idk how to describe it#krux who literally lost his mind after losing his brother to the point he adopted an entire identity#β€œhe just needed to go undercover!!” counter point as soon as acronix came back he was unable to pretend to be saunders. he acted super weird#like when kai was in the museum he couldnt pretend to be this person he wasnt. acronix was back !!! so was he. krux was 100% going to kill#the smith sibs if maya and ray didnt comply. also.. canonly they knew him when they worked as teachers back in s3. he watched them grow up#and pretended all was well meanwhile their parents were being forced to work and slave away to build the iron doom. he is not normal#then you have acronix who thrives off of violence and is described as throwing himself into battle like a blunt object. has no regard#for himself as a person and just takes (almost) everything his brother says as gospel. s7 couldve done smthn really cool with how#the only thing the twins ever really disagreed on was technology. also ive went on a semirant about how krux's hatred for tech was misplaced#hatred for losing acronix. wanted to travel to the pre modern era? okay well whyd he pick 40 years ago specifically. also NOTE that they#went back after their past selves had lost. they wouldve faired better if they went and helped their past selves. also the reversal blade#had already fallen so when the twins went back in time there was two kruxes. he literally went back to when he had been all alone for the#for the first time. he went back to when his life was ruined and his brother was gone!! but he had nix with him this time . ughdhf
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genderlesssnake Β· 9 months ago
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My teacher called me out for drawing in class but it was worth it for the bmc boys
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metalmaul Β· 1 year ago
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iasip tumblr i'm sharing another tweet with you this morning more-so for the fan artists out there who might find some inspiration in this idea. i would draw this but i'm lazy as hell i'm ngl. anyone who wants to take a crack at it or make some tweaks of your own i'd love to see it
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sunsetsandsunshine Β· 1 year ago
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~ πš‚πšπšžπšπš’ πš‚πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš— ~
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β€œApril, you gotta focus…”
β€œIΒ amΒ focused!”
Donatello crossed his arms along his plastron, glaring at his older sister as his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. β€œAlright then. If you’reΒ ever so focusedΒ like you say you are…then riddle me this: whatΒ is that phone doing in your hand?” The softshell turtle asked, pointing to April’s phone that was in the palm of her hand.Β 
The girl looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck and not even bothering to say a rebuttal to the question. The younger teen sighed impatiently, pinching the bridge of his snout.
The two siblings were currently in April’s bedroom, sitting on her carpeted floor along with some papers and folders scattered around them. The two were wearing their pajamasβ€” as it was night time when they decided they should meet up and study. Well…for April to study.
The girl in question wore a black t-shirt with green checkerboard pants, and also wearing a bonnet for her hair along with her signature green glasses.Β Donnie on the other hand wore his signature purple hoodie, purple leg warmers and as well as his purple mask.
The older one scoffed, quickly sliding the phone underneath her bed and grabbing the history notes that were placed next to her. The girl straightened her posture, pretending to look over the messy notes she took earlier in class, making 'mhm’s' and 'uh-huh’s' here and there.
β€œWhat phone?” She asked innocently as if she wasn’t on YouTube a couple seconds ago.
The mutant dramatically sighed, massaging his forehead and laying down on the carpeted floor, his plastron facing up. The human teenager dramatically sighed as well, mimicking her brother’s fall on the floor.
β€œYou can’t blame me for this, Dee! Studying is so freakingΒ boring.” She groaned. β€œWhen am IΒ everΒ going to have to know about these old guys in real life?” April asked genuinely, looking at her notes with the Founding Fathers faces on it before shivering, putting the pictures of them face down. The turtle teen sat back up, giving her an unamused eyebrow raise.
β€œApril…”
β€œNo! Like seriously. Let’s be real for a second here, Don. Who the absolute hell is gonna randomly come up to me and say:Β Who was the guy that led the battle of Ft. Sumter?” She said as she sat up as well. The softshell turtle blinked at her, then blinked at her once more, slightly tilting his head to the side in confusion.Β 
β€œYour…history teacher?” He stated, chuckling a bit. The girl threw a nearby pillow at her brother as he laughed, catching it and throwing it back at her. β€œBesidesΒ him!” She groaned, putting the pillow to the other side of her.
The purple banded turtle sighed, β€œRiri…I know this is atrociously boring for you but you got to atΒ leastΒ make an effort here. This is your last grade of the 3rd semester!” Donnie stated sternly, reaching into his backpack and pulling out his computer that he brought with him when sneaking into the other's apartment. The older sighed, crossing her arms and glaring at the floor stubbornly. She absolutely hated when Donnie had a point.
Which was usually 99.9% of the time…but still!
April rested her cheek in her palms, β€œI have a 88% in History though…” She pouted, trying to reason with her brother that they didn’t really need to study so freaking hard to delay the ONE bad grade she’s about to get.
And anyway, if she flunked this test, what’s the worst it could bump her grade down to? An 84? Possibly a 80? Yeah…no. She’s completely fine with those odds for sure.
β€œBesides, it’s in two days.” The human girl said, getting up from where she was sitting to go on her phone again. Donnie huffed, now starting to grow annoyed at his sister’s lack of motivation and focus. β€œThe test is in two days and yet you still don’t know the 8th amendment…” The younger spat, glaring at his computer screen as he began to type more harshly by every passing word he typed.
β€œβ€¦Isn’t that the one which gives us the right to keep and bear arms?”
β€œThat’s the second amendment…the eighth amendment is not being able to give cruel or unusual punishments.” Donnie explained whilst rolling his eyes.
Oh sweet pizza supreme in the sky…April was so screwed for this test…
β€œI was close enough…” The older groaned, going over to sit next to the other, leaning on his shoulder. β€œWhat’re you doing, anyway?” She asked, poking the purple banded teen’s cheek as she saw the evident scowl on the younger one’s face. The softshell rolled his eyes once more, pushing his sister slightly but with no real force to it.
β€œI’m looking at you’re grades, actually.” Donnie said in a very calm voice which only worked to his benefit as April’s eyes bulged like saucers. She grabbed the young genuis' laptop, looking through the tabs to actually make sure he was on her school app and he didn’t just hack in and steal her account.
β€œWhaβ€” since whenΒ the FUCK did you have access to my grades, Donatello?” The older teen asked, looking at the younger as if she was .2 seconds away from hitting him with her bat from here, all the way to New Jersey.
β€œI’ve always had access to your grades.” The younger teenager shrugged, trying his best to ignore his older sister’s very angry tone. β€œYour username is April and your password is O’Neil…both in caps. It wasn’t really that hard to figure out, sis. It’s literally your well-known catchphrase.” He chuckled.
β€œYour password for all of your electronics is literally Bootyyyshaker9000! You have no right to talk about 'bad passwords.'” April scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Donnie who only laughed more at her retort, taking back his computer. β€œTouchΓ©.” He nodded.
β€œBut the reason why I’m under your school account in the first place is because I’m looking over your notes and I have made digital flashcards based on most of them. You’re welcome.” The softshell explained, showing the other teen the flashcards he’s made. The eldest to laughed fondly, β€œAlright, Mr. Tech wiz. Show me whatcha got.”
β€œLet’s see…” The taller teen mumbled, scrolling through the flashcards before settling on one to ask his sibling. β€œOkay…who was defeated in the Battle of Gettysburg?” He asked, looking up at April only to find a nervous expression plastered on her face…an expression translating to 'I dunno what the answer is.'
β€œAbraham…Lincoln…?” April guessed in a small voice, knowing she was completely 100% wrong in every which way but couldn’t help at least trying.
β€œWrong; obviously. But…you already knew that. The correct answer was Robert E Lee.” Donnie stated before looking down at his computer, searching for another flashcard. The softshell was about to ask another question but before he could muster up a word, he saw his sister’s facial expression.
No longer smug. Nor bored.
She was…blushing?
β€œSomething wrong, Riri?” The younger asked, finding the flustered state of his older sister completely hilarious. The girl in questionn cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck before looming at her sibling again, β€œAre…Are you sure that’s his last name…? The…Robert dude you just mentioned.” The older asked as the softshell looked back at the computer, re-reading the text. β€œMhm. I’m positive. That is what it says. You can look him up yourself if you’d like.” 
April groaned for probably the millionth time, putting her face into her palms. Because…Lee? Fucking really? This Robert E Lee guy couldn’t have picked a better last name for himself?Β He HAD to choose that as a last name?
Donnie shook his head fondly at his eldest sibling’s flustered state, searching for more of the flashcards he pulled up on his computer. Preferably more about this Robert E Lee fellow.
This embarrassed state of the eldest was a very rare sightβ€” kind of like a once-in-a-full-moon sort of thing. So Donnie would do what any good sibling would do in this moment and enjoy the literal hell out of it while it lasted.
The purple cladded teen smiled, β€œIf you were too much in…a mood to study, you could’ve just told me, April.” He giggly joked, which only caused the older to bury her face into her hands more, muttering a quiet 'shut up', but with no real venom behind it. The softshell chuckled, scrolling through the flashcards before pausing.
Holy mother of Pearl…hold ON a freaking second.
Now that he thought about it, it made so much sense that April was in…a mood. No wonder she was so unfocused! Either he’s completely over-analyzing this whole…situation or April’s just being a drama queen instead of just asking him to help with her whole…situation. Either or.
But he was going to bet his money on the first guess.
Suddenly, Donnie was snapped out of his thoughts as April grabbed his shoulder’s and started to shake him back and fourth somewhat in an aggresive manner. She sighed, noticing the pure surprise in the softshell’s eyes that he was now in fact out of Donnie-land and back on Earth.
β€œOh thank God…I thought I was going to have to whack you with my bat to get you to respond.” April joked. But the purple banded turtle knew damn well (definitely not because of past experiences) that his sister would not hesitate to use her bat if she needed to.
β€œAnyways…we should take a break.” The girl said suddenly, trying to change the subject. The younger teen raised an amused brow, knowing exactly what his sister was doing and decided to play along. The turtle let out a a small laugh, β€œWe took a break ten minutes ago.”
The eldest rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest a she huffed, β€œSo let’s take another one!”
Donnie pinched the bridge of his snoutβ€” he was so SO close to punting April out of her apartment window…head. first. Oh sweet Gram-Gram up above have mercy on him.
The duo had just spent thirty minutes just arguing back and forth whether or not they should study…but they haven’t even truly studied yet! If they couldn’t get back on track soon, Donnie would fear he would be here all night…which…he wouldn’t really mind, of course. He loves spending time with his sister but he has more important things to do than help her study.
Like watching Bridgerton for example!
…Don’t judge him…
But anywayβ€” April needed to start getting these facts in her brain ASAP! The test was in two days for crying out loud. And Donnie knows that April studying at the very last minute would not always give her B+'s and solid A-'s…much to the older’s disagreement.
β€œY'know…I actually have an idea to help you with you’re sudden lack of motivation towards studying, Riri…” The younger smiled, trying to keep his tone as monotone as possible but couldn’t help the cheeky smile spreading across his face. The human girl raised suspicious a brow, not liking the sudden change of tone and facial expressions from her little brother.
That goofy little turtle was up to something. And April just KNOWS she’s going to be the victim of whatever he was planning.
β€œWhat’s this idea of yours, little brother?” She asked, suspicion clear in her voice as her chocolate brown eyed narrowed at him. β€œFor it to work, can you sit directly in front of me so your back is facing towards yours truly?” The mutant asked, voice still very calm but his expression clearly mischievous. April’s suspicion only rose as her younger brother spoke…but did as she was told, sitting in front of him so her back was facing his front.
β€œOkaaaaay…? Now what? Any more instructions?” The girl asked, her suspicion being replaced by genuine confusion. The younger teen snickered, β€œI think it would be better if I…use an example.” He explained.
β€œLet me just think of a random question…oh! During WWI, what did the British manufacture and poison?” The young genius asked, waiting for his sister to answer. He couldn’t see the other’s expression as of right now, but he could just tell by her body language that she had absolutely no clue. The older rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging, β€œPsh…uh, I dunno…guns…?”
Donnie paused for a moment, trying his best to cover up his laugh with a cough. The younger wiped a happy tear from his eye before fixing his posture, putting the computer to the side of him. β€œI’m sorry…guns? April, how can you poison a GUN?” He asked, trying to understand the logic behind his eldest sibling’s answer.
April groaned, β€œDude I just said I didn’t know! It was the 1600’s or something! Who’s to say they DIDN’T poison guns?!”
The softshell’s left eye twitched, β€œWWI takes place in the 1800’s…”
The chocolate brown eyed teen turned around to her brother slightly, β€œAre you sure about that?” (John Cena reference goes crazy…)
β€œYES!!!”
β€œAlright alright! Jeez…no need to shout. Heard you loud and clear, Houston.” She mumbled, resting her cheek on her palm because…
Houston, she definitely had a problem.
Her Civil War test was in two freaking days and she barely even knew what century it took place in. She was screwed. She was the definition of the word screwed.
And anyways, tenth grade sucked major ass anyway. Flunking one History class wouldn’t be so bad. But April knew damn well Donnie, along with Raph, Leo, Mikey, Splinter, her Mom and literally everyone else in here life would not let her even touch an ounce of flunking.
She sighed, β€œβ€¦How is this supposed to be helping me again? Because this is literally the same tactic we’ve been doing but instead I’m facing away from you.”
The young genuis hummed knowingly, looking at the computer screen behind him, β€œYou got the question I asked wrong, correct?”
β€œI…mean, yeah. Why are you askiEEEEKβ€”!” The girl shreiked, hugging her middles as her younger sibling randomly poked her in the ribs. She turned her head around once more, glaring at the taller teen, β€œDonnie…what the actual fuck?” She seethed.
Which, in retrospect, that tone would’ve had the young genuis running for the hills any day…but today was not that day.
β€œOkay…so here’s what we’re gonna do, sis.” The younger one grinned cheekily, β€œI’ll ask you Civil War questions from the flashcards. If you get a question right, nothing happens. But if you get a question wrong I’ll have to tickle you.” He finished like it was the most casual sentence to say.
β€œHow is that fair?” April huffed.
β€œThis studying tactic helps you with you’re current mood AND helps you study more. It’s pretty fair if you ask me.” The softshell snickered.
β€œI hope you get run over by a car when you’re heading back to the lair…” The eldest grumbled, turning back around to face away from the taller teen.
The other barked out a laugh, finding this whole situation completely and utterly hilarious. β€œLove you too, Riri.” He smiled, β€œNow! Shall we get started~?”
β€œDo I even have a choice at this point…?”
β€œNo…not really!” The purple banded turtle shrugged, going onto the computer to pull up a question. April giggled slightly, trying to stifle her laughs by covering her mouth. Donnie snickered at the adorable sight, poking his sister’s side, β€œI haven’t even tickled you yet and you’re already giggling up a storm…I wonder why that is…”
β€œShuhut uhup yohou Megaha-mihihind looking thing...” The smaller teen grumbled, swatting at the other’s hands as he merely chuckled, β€œAlright…in what year did the Civil War begin?” He asked.
The glasses wielding teenager thought a bit, β€œWell…you said earlier tonight it was started in, like, the 1800's…”
β€œMhm. So what year?”
β€œLike…1855…?” She guessed, which resulted in Donnie carrying out his promise as he to tickle her underarms. The older let out an inhuman shriek, clamping her arms down as she kicked her feet on the carpet, β€œDOHONNIE!!” She shouted through her laughs.
β€œHm? What’s up? You need something April?”
β€œSTAHAHAP IHIT!” The smaller teen cried out, squirming back and forth. The softshell rolled his eyes fondly, β€œYou’re just a couple years off. C'mon, just guess.”
β€œ1843?!”
β€œHigher…” Donnie commented as he scribbled his nails on the sides of her neck. The human girl shrieked, scrunching her shoulders as her back fell against the turtle’s plastron, β€œ1865!!!”
β€œLower…that’s when it ended. But you’re still super close.” The mutant stated, moving his fingers down to tickle at her sides. April shook her head hugging her middles as she banged the balls of her feet harder on the floor, β€œ1864???”
β€œLower…” The turtle said as he gave one quick squeeze to her hips. The girl jolted, letting out a loud, hilarious and genuine scream as she laughed, β€œ1861!!! IHIHIT’S 1861!!! DAHAHAMMIT *squeal* STAHAHβ€”!!” The human teen covered her mouth in surprise, blushing profusely at the noise she just let out.
The mutant couldn’t help but giggle in amusement, happy and somewhat shocked at the noise that escaped his sibling’s mouth, β€œAwe~! Okay, now that was straight up adorable.”
β€œShuHUT UHUP.” The girl threatened, still hugging her middles which Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle to. β€œI do not know why you are so hostile towards me. My tactic is helping you!”
β€œLihihike hehehell ihit ihihihis…” April grumbled. The young genius raised an amused brow, crossing his arms, β€œWhen did the Civil War start?”
β€œβ€¦1861…” She mumbled.
β€œAnd when did it end?”
β€œβ€¦1865…”
Fucking smartass…
β€œPoint taken…” April huffed as she glared to the side, crossing her arms as the taller teen pulled up another question, β€œAlrighty then. What fort did Confederate General P.G.T Beauregard fire on to officially start the Civil War?”
The girl blinked, β€œβ€¦What fort? Like…a pillow fort?” The turtle jabbed her in the side, resulting in a loud squeal from his sister. β€œIHI’M BEING SERIOUS, YOHOU ASS!”
Donnie feigned a fake gasp, wrapping one arm around April’s chest, keeping her arms in place as the other hand worked its way down and tickled all over her stomach.
The eldest let out an ear piercing scream, kicking her legs on the floor even harder. β€œI’ll ask again: What fort did Confederate General P.G.T Beauregard fire on to start the Civil War?”
β€œIHIβ€” *squeak* DAHAβ€” *hic* FUHUCKIN DAHAHAMMIT!!!”
β€œMmm…nope. That’s not it~!”
β€œDEEHEEHEE!!!”
β€œI’m barely even touching you!” Donnie scoffed, β€œTo think what would happen if I—”
β€œFAHAHβ€” *hic* FAHAHAβ€” *squeal* FOHORT SUHUHUMTER!!! IHIHIβ€” *hic* DOHOHON!!!” And just like that, the taller teen stopped yet again as he scrolled on his computer. β€œCahan Ihi gehehet breaks at leheheast?” April giggled out. Donnie chuckled at the question, β€œThis right now is your break. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Oh God up above that little walking talking green beanstalk will be in a world of hurt after all of this was over…
The purple banded turtle released April from his embrace, β€œThis is an easy one. Who was elected—”
β€œLIHINCOLN! ABRAHAM LINCOLN!!!” The girl shouted immediately, letting out a huge wave of relief wash through her…that lasted, like, a good second and a half before she felt fingers poking her in the back, causing her to flinch involuntarily. β€œIHI ANSWERED COHORRECT, YOHOU FOHOHOUR EYED FREEHEEK!”
Donnie let out a satisfied huff, resuming to scribble at the elder’s underarms, β€œWell first things first: Your wearing glasses right now. So I don’t even know why your setting yourself up—” April squirmed so frantically that her glasses fell off of her face. The softshell turtle couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden action that played in front of him, β€œI stand corrected.”
The girl wheezed softly, a small tinted blush spreading on her face, β€œYOHOUβ€” *squeak* THIHIS IHIHIS CHEATING!!”
β€œHohow is this cheating?” Donnie asked innocently, tickling the other’s underarms harder.
β€œNAHAβ€” *hic* IHI GOHOHOT IHIT *hic* RIHIHIGHT!!!”
β€œOh. My apologies then.” The taller teen said, chuckling as the other in front of him grumbled curses and threats here and there. β€œOkay…what was the CSS Hunley?”
β€œβ€¦Thehe whahahat…?”
β€œI talked about this several times…” The turtle mused, his finger inching excruciatingly close to April’s hips. The eldest held onto her little brother’s wrists, shaking her head back and forth as loud cackles echoed around the room, β€œIHI REHEALLY *hic* *hic* DUHUHUNO! DOHOHON *squeal* PLEHEASE *hic*!!!”
β€œOho don’t you even. You should have been listening to me when I was explaining this to you!”
β€œIHI WAHAS IHI *hic* WAHAHAS!!!”
The softshell chuckled at the retort, tasing April in the side causing her to let out a goblin-like shriek. β€œWohoah…I’ve never hear thatΒ noise before…” The smaller teen wheezed out a tired laugh, slumping against her brother’s plastron.
Maybe instead of just flunking this test she could just simply pass way right here right now. The younger rested his chin on April’s shoulder, giving her a knowing look. She gulped in giddy panic, small giggles escaping her mouth once again.
He wouldn’t. He would never…oh, who is April kidding?! Of course that windshield wiper look-a-like would…
β€œWe’ll skip this one. The answer was a submarine. We literally listened to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles to help you get the jist of it…” The softshell sighed knowingly, β€œThis is an easy one…”
β€œWhose military genius and personality is often credited with holding the Confederate Army together?” The softshell asked, wiggling his fingers near April’s sides in an anticipatory manner.
β€œSTAHAP DOING THAHAT!!!” April yelled. β€œI’m not doing anything! You’re going to get it wrong anyway so I’m just participating in the inevitable.” The young genius said, putting his hands in his lap and smiling down on his computer. More nervoud giggles escaped the other’s mouth, wanting to absolutely punt her little brother right here and right now.
Because believe it or not, she did actually know the answer to this question…since the answer was that dumb Robert E. Lee guy.
And worst of all, Donnie knows she knows the answer to the question. He just wants to be a little shit.
β€œTimes up, O’Neil~!”
β€œWHAHAT!?!? YOHOUΒ NEHEVER *squeal* SAHAHAID IHI *squeal* WAHAS TIHIMED!!!” The eldest squealed.
β€œWell I did just now, didn’t I?” The younger one teased, pinching the spot where April’s side met her hips. β€œOHO YOHOHOUβ€” *squeak* FUHUHUCKIN SHIHIHIT!!! MY *hic* GOHOD! NAHAT *hic* THEHERE!!!”
β€œAw but why not~? Is riiiight here better~?” The purple banded turtle asked innocently, tickling his sister’s hips mercilessly. The girl lurched her back up out in hopes that she could at least buck Donnie off of her, but the younger turtle only smiled and continued his attack as he drilled his fingers into his sister’s hips.
April screeched, β€œDEEHEE!!! YOHOU LIHITTLE SHIHAβ€” *hic* NAHAT *squeal* THEHE HIHI- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!!!”
β€œD'aww~! Is my tough big sister too ticklish for this~? I think she is~!” Donnie teased. β€œSTAHAP STAHAP!! YOHOU *squeal* GEHET *hic* OHOHOFF OHOF *hic* MEEHEE!!!”
β€œOho my banana pancakes…I forgot how ticklish you are despite your usual tough teen demeanor…” 
April screamed in laughter, β€œDOHOHONNIE!!!”
β€œYes, my beloved older sister whom I love dearly?”
β€œSTAHAHAP *hic* IHIT NOHOHOW!!!”
β€œThen what’s the answer~? I know you know it~!”
β€œOKAHAHAY! OKAHAY!!! THAHAT RAHAβ€” *squeak* THEHE ROHOBERT *hic* GUHUHUY!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHON!!” The girl laughed, happy tears welling up in her eyes slightly. The taller teen stopped, letting the other slump against him as she giggled tiredly. β€œSo~! Based on everything we’ve gone over tonight…could you give me a quick little summary on what we went over?”
April rolled her eyes, adjusting herself so she was facing her little brother again. The softshell grabbed a Sprite from April’s mini fridge at the bottom of her bed, tossing her one of the soda’s.
The elder teenager basically chugged the drink, putting the empty can to the side, pondering her answer a little bit before saying, β€œThe Cihivil Wahar staharted in…like, 1861 and ended in 1865. Basically, Confederate troopsΒ fihired onΒ Fohort Sumterβ€” which ihihis in Charleston Haharbor. Sohouth Carolina could nohot put uhuhup with a federal fohort blohohocking aha sea port—” The teen paused, looking at her brother in pure shock as the other just smiled back at her.
β€œβ€¦Holy fucking shit. I sound like yohou explaining sohohome gadget ohor something.” The girl chuckled out. β€œI’ll take that as a compliment.” The purple cladded turtle said, crossing his arms amusingly.
April chuckled at the gesture, resting her cheek on her palm again, β€œYeheah…I guess. Thanks fohor the help, Deehee…”
β€œAnything for my big sis!” The softshell smiled, turning to close his computer. β€œWe should do these study sessions more often! It helped you know more about your topic and it helped you with your current mood.” He grinned teasingly.
β€œYou’re out of your damn mind.” The eldest glared, crossing her arms as she scoffed at the offer. But the younger did 100% take notice that she didn’t deny the suggestion by any means.
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(𝙿.πš‚.: π™Έπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’πšŽπš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πšŒ, πš™πš•πšŽπšŠπšœπšŽ πš›πšŽπš‹πš•πš˜πš!!!)
#If you are unaware…YES. Robert E Lee is an actual person#He’s ugly afβ€” I don’t reccommend searching him up#HIS LAST NAME THO?!?!? MY GOSH during History class in Middle School I was blushing up a STORM#I projected onto April sm in this it’s not even funny 😭😭#Where are all the Lee!April tickle fics bruh???#We need to show her some love you guys πŸ₯ΉπŸ’—βœ¨πŸ’•πŸ’ž#Rottmnt#Rottmnt tickle#Lee!April#Ler!Donnie#Rottmnt tickle fic#Rottmnt tickle fanfiction#I love these two sm they’re the duo EVER (I say that with every duo EVER…)#πŸ’šπŸ’œ#DNA DUOOO AHHHH#Whoever came up with that duo name ur a genuis u deserve an Oscar#Also Don watching Bridgerton is canon (idk how to spell it HELPPPPP)#I was in the writing room TRUUUUST β˜ΊοΈπŸ’…πŸΎ#Tmnt tickle#I do *COugH* have another *COUgh* Lee!April fic in the *cOugH* works so look out for that#Whaaaaat I mean I didn’t say anythingggg πŸ«£πŸ«£πŸ«£β€¦#I hope you guys like this though#πŸ₯²πŸ‘πŸΎ#Idk how well this will do since I don’t think ppl like Lee!April a lot over the turtles but ughmshdhdm#THROWS THIS DUMPSTER FIRE OF A FIC ON UUU πŸ’žπŸ’πŸ’•πŸ’“πŸ©·#Also uh…this is gonna be like my 6th Rise fic I think??????#Damn.#If no one is going to write for this girlboss I will GLADLY do it myself πŸ₯ΉπŸ’“πŸ’—πŸ©·#Tried making this one a TAAAAAAD bit longer πŸ˜­πŸ’…πŸΎβ€¦#The Grape duo…my absolute babies…I’m gonna SOBBBB I love them smΒ βœ¨πŸ’žπŸ’—
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enhanced-operatives-division Β· 7 months ago
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for requests perhaps hivemind again? or charlie?
I'm sorry this took so long I was fighting so hard to work out a Charlie design BUT!! First, Hivemind doodles...I got FAR too into it with him..
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Text: Looks at you with my big round wet eyes.
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Text: Full of Joy & Whimsy VS The Horrors
I think Hivemind would wear a lot of flannel outside of work. I like him being a little like a stereotypical lumberjack maybe? I think he'd like wood working, yk like bug hotels and little wooden carvings
Alas for Charlie I had to search up PPE for welders...
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It took me days to get to a point where I liked his design but I'm really happy with it :3
+ 2 pages in my sketchbook filled! Turns out I miscounted and I only had 28 pages left!! So far we're at 8/28, or just over 1/4!!
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jazzy-a Β· 4 months ago
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Lilith: Did it hurt?
Lucifer: (o'_ o`) What?
Lilith, grinning flirtatiously: When you fell from heaven?
Lucifer:
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theangrypomeranian Β· 10 months ago
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me @ my brain: please, it's almost 2am, please don’t-
my brain: so Incredibles AU with BobLin as Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl-
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dubacheryking Β· 8 days ago
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It seems like you really like the IT book( it 1986), so do you remember Eddie Corcoran’s story from chapter 6. Because like his chapter is for real one of the most heartbreaking chapters in the whole book and he’s like so underrated for no reason. Soooo like what’s your opinions on him and other little interesting thing like that lol.
:)
oh my GOG tbh i think eddie corcoran's death is straight up the most horrifying part of the book. like if u put a gun to my head and said "what part of IT 86 do u find the most stomach churning" THATS IT RIGHT THERE. no one ever really talks abt it by 90% of the fandom on here is movie based and they dont FUCKING include it for some godawful reason (i can understand the 1990 ver not including it specifically for censorship reasons, since it was the 90s and also made for tv and ALSO cut to 3hrs lol) but like. the fact that it wasnt in the movies is criminal tbh.
but i digress.
as for opinions and such regarding the corcoran boy.... i mean, we get next to nothing abt him. what we know is a) his stepdad is an abusive piece of shit b) he had a younger brother that he seemingly cared about deeply (SOBS) c) his pos stepdad killed his baby brother (LIKE ACTUAL BABY. A 4YO???? FR????) d) his death was horrific. theres a little bit more but but but i havent reread that chapter recently so some of it is certainly escaping me. i wish there was more about him as an actual person, but i also understand that w the book already being a billion pages long there is only so much small details that could actually be included, and the history of derry and main story obvs will trump this specific smaller story--but like, fr, i want to know more abt eddie. we know he was terrified of the thing from the black lagoon (fair) and obvs holds a lot of fear and anger and guilt regarding dorsey's death, we know hes abused, we know how he dies. its a weird paradox of being very close to this character (in terms of his pov at the time, being in his head and all just like w any of the main losers) and being extremely removed (we know nothing abt his internal life beyond what his abuse brings out). which. frankly it's somewhat genius bc, yeah, abuse DOES tend to stifle the actual personality/interests of the person being abused and DOES like literally fuck w the brain chemistry and processessing of a child (source: happened to me lolololol), but its also heartbreaking that all we know him as is One of The Missing. he can never be more. its fucked.
soooo . this got away from me. sorry if it makes little to no sense ill just do a small bit on my thoughts summarized HERE:
i wholeheartedly agree that eddie corcoran's death is like. the worst part of the story. listening to it makes me legit sick to my stomach in a way NO OTHER PART OF THE BOOK DOES. LEGIT. and i think the main reason for that is while cosmic horror space clown spider thing is fake, duh, and more obviously used as a stand in for trauma and specifically for childhood trauma and the lasting effects that it has on our psyche, eddie's death is REAL. dorsey's death is REAL. we see, in grusome, up close detail, the actual consequences of abuse and how it destroys people's lives--specifically children's. we see how the complacency of those around such families (eddie's mom, the teachers, the principal, the town of derry at large) contributes to the horrific mistreatment of the most vulnerable, and how NONE OF THEM suffer any consequences for their lack of action. the section ends with eddie's mother getting access to his savings, which amount to less than 20$. to do so, she has to have him legally declared dead, EVEN THOUGH THEY DO NOT HAVE A BODY. AND THAT'S FUCKED. SHE DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO MAKE SURE HE'S FUCKING DEAD BEFORE SHE DOES THIS, DOESN'T WANT THE CLOSURE, DOESN'T WANT TO LAY HIM TO REST, DOESN'T WANT A PLACE TO VISIT. I CAN'T. like obviously we see themes of abuse and neglect in the whole book, that's the whole point, but eddie's story is different. there is no winning. there is no escape. you can't spin it into a better life.
he's a kid, just like any of the losers, but to the universe, he's not 'special,' so his death doesn't matter. he could have been swapped in with any of the other characters--fuck, he literally shares the name of one of them!! and yet he's not, and because of that, he doesn't matter. his death effects no one. the only positive is that it reopens dorsey's case, and even then, the reopening of his brother's death almost entirely sweeps eddie under the rug. the town of derry turns away, and when the truth of dorsey corcoran's death is revealed, the shrug, go so very sad, and wipe their hands of it. just another child death at the hands of an adult monster, just another day.
#richie answers#maladaptivedaydr3amer#im so sorry i dont think i actually answered ur question at all#i tried:/#i have so many thoughts abt this book but nowhere to put them so anytime i try to write them out its just AGHH#if i was still in hs i could write a pretty damn good essay abt this book im certain of it. alas i am now 23 and stupid.#maybe one day ill write an analysis that makes sense. but today is not that day#but yes dear friend i hold eddie corcoran's story very close to the chest#i dont really have hcs regarding him. maybe i should change that. but for now i am simply really fucking sad abt it#esp him just hanging out in bassey park in the middle of the night..... i get it. my stepmother used to kick me out of the house during#arguments and i would just end up wandering around for hours until she finally unlocked the door at ass o'clock at night and let me in. it#was peaceful but the fact that i HAD to do that to get away from her and that she did it in the first place is fucked.#sleeping in the park would have been a repreive tbqh. so. eddie. eddie. eddie. im so sorry eddie......#i wish more people on here were talking abt the boook i NEED to talk abt the book but i also NEED someone to talk abt it w#otherwise i make no sense ever at all. not that i do anyway but its at least a little easier!!!#thank u so much for this ask i have been DYING to get all of this out. thank u thank u thanku#if u ever want to ask me more abt the book PLEASE DO. this applies to anyone. but esp u my good friend maladaptive.#ok richie out bye bye my hands hurt lol#IT 1986#IT Stephen King#Eddie Corcoran#<-tbh idk how his name is actually spelled. i listen to the audioboook ive never actually peeped the correct spelling lol
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bonesblackheadrotten Β· 4 months ago
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ok...ik most ppl hate them, but astoria and lewelyn gave me such major parent vibes in book 2. maybe its bcs atp they've given up on killing mc; they're stuck with them now and not only that they now have THREE trouble children when it used to be just cas before. they're tired, they're old, but also these three idiots are lowkey the most entertaining thing to ever happen in this small town
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sualne Β· 2 years ago
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sycamore's roots, sycamore's veins.
wanted to design his 'final form' based on his final in game outfit, i'll def draw post game canon stuff at some point and will find him new outfits too, im obsessed with this game and my lil guy.
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heimonas Β· 2 years ago
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least superstitious man in the balkans (he's british)
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royal-daydream Β· 1 year ago
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The lil shit ig
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bewitchedmold Β· 1 year ago
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I love the idea that in order to pay attention to whatever the fuck bucciarati was saying during a meeting or something, giorno and narancia had to have subway surfers gameplay or fucking slime vids playing in the background (I might draw this)πŸ’€
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bear-cubs-art-things Β· 1 year ago
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Some doodles ^^
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