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HAHA. Having a normal one. Uh. What kind of novelty bath bomb would each of the cast be.
Yeah, you too? Let me commiserate with you, anon. Here, let me share some of my amarro which is incidentally keeping me totally sane (or whatever you prefer, let's just token) đ„âš
Fox:
The kind that turns the water midnight blue with glittering swirls. It makes you want to know what lies beyond the surface. Its shape is a smiling moon.
Rabbit:
It is relaxing, probably with chamomile, likely with lavender buds. One breath and your tension melts. A normal sphere but with visible flowers in it.
Butterfly:
The kind that puts on a show. It fizzes grandly and turns from one color to another until it sizzles out into a silky hue, then hugs you in its comforting grasp with notes of bergamont. Its shape is amorphously ornate.
The Uninvited Guest:
It turns your bath wine red and smells like it, too. It makes you want to put your head under and breathe it in; drown in it. The shape is of an ouroborous with jewels lining it.
Edith/Edward:
Bought from some overpriced vendor, but not without its virtues. It is made with high quality ingredients and turns your bath into a molten gold hue. The shape is a gold bar, which dissolves into a molten core.
Tamsin/Thomas:
Theirs is a spring green and akin to blooming teas, where it unfurls, but then it dissolves. The shape is a delicate myrtle blossom.
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books ive read so far in 2024
The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers
A Closed and Common Orbit, by Becky Chambers
Record of a Spaceborn Few, by Becky Chambers (are you seeing a theme)
The House on the Cerulean Sea, by TJ Klune
The Galaxy and the Ground Within, by Becky Chambers
A Psalm for the Wild-Built, by Becky Chambers
A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske
A Restless Truth, by Freya Marske
A Prayer for the Crown-Shy, by Becky Chambers
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Under the Whispering Door, by TJ Klune
Affinity, by Sarah Waters
The City We Became, by NK Jemisin
A Power Unbound, by Freya Marske
Passing Strange, by Ellen Klages
The Fifth Season, by NK Jemisin
Witchmark, by CL Polk
The Obelisk Gate, by NK Jemisin
The Color of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsin Muir
Winterâs Orbit, by Everina Maxwell
The Stone Sky, by NK Jemisin
Last Night at the Telegraph Club, by Malinda Lo (5/27/24)
Light from Uncommon Stars, by Ryka Aoki (5/31/24)
Tinkers, by Paul Harding (5/31/24)
Strong Motion, by Johnathan Franzen (6/6/24)
The Magpie Lord, by KJ Charles (6/10/24)
Trust, by Hernan Diaz (6/12/24)
The Song of Achilles, by Madeline Miller (6/16/24)
A Case of Possession, by KJ Charles (6/21/24)
Flight of Magpies, by KJ Charles (6/25/24)
Our Hideous Progeny, by CE McGill (6/27/24)
The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, by NK Jemisin (6/28/24)
Oceanâs Echo, by Everina Maxwell (6/30/24)
Wolfsong, by TJ Klune (7/7/24)
The Broken Kingdoms, by NK Jemisin (7/10/24)
We Could Be So Good, by Cat Sebastian (7/12/24)
Ceremonial Time, by John Hanson Mitchell (7/12/24)
The Employees, by Olga Ravn (7/18/24)
Crossroads, by Jonathan Franzen (7/19/24)
Ravensong, by TJ Klune (7/22/24)
Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (7/31/24)
The Candy House, by Jennifer Egan (8/3/24)
Remedial Magic, by Melissa Marr (8/4/24)
Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (8/8/24)
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, by Taylor Jenkins Reid (8/14/24 or thereabouts, i was without wifi for a few days)
The Pairing, by Casey McQuiston (8/20/24 or thereabouts)
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (again) (9/10/24)
Lightning Flowers, by Katherine E. Standefer (9/15/24)
Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (again) (9/23/24)
The Stars Too Fondly, by Emily Hamilton (9/27/24)
This Is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (10/2/24)
Comedy Book, by Jesse David Fox (10/8/24)
Delilah Green Doesnât Care, by Ashley Herring Blake (10/14/24)
Astrid Parker Doesnât Fail, by Ashley Herring Blake (11/9/24)
Iris Kelly Doesnât Date, by Ashley Herring Blake (11/19/24)
Hot Dog Girl, by Jennifer Dugan (11/25/24)
Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (again) (11/30/24)
Melt with You, by Jennifer Dugan (12/1/24)
Slaughterhouse Five, by Kurt Vonnegut (12/4/24)
Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir (again) (12/8/24)
Some Girls Do, by Jennifer Dugan (12/9/24)
(i only decided to start dating when i finished each book when i was like halfway thru the year oops)
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thinking about how tamsin poured all her anger, her guilt, her HOPE into her shelter for unhoused veterans and how the one person who believed in her from the very beginning was murdered on television in front of her. how she feels it should have been herâŠ.how president king joked with her a few days prior to the attack that he chose her because sheâd make a good president.
how every Christmas she pours out a glass of his favorite whiskey and dumps it down the drain. brings flowers to his grave (which is never empty of flowers) and just talks to him until she canât feel her toes
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a continuation of here for @vacillatcs
"i mean... i don't know, really." tamsin does know, she's only lying to cover the fact she doesn't want anymore flowers. the single gesture already has guilt that she doesn't want to be experiencing filling her. "i guess i've never really thought about it," she shrugs, "since no one gets them for me, y'know?"
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Josh Hartnett: 'People genuinely thought I'd been thrust on them'
Ryan Gilbey
Twenty years ago he was one of the worldâs hottest young actors, before he retreated â and ended up in Surrey. He explains why he had to leave Hollywood â and what he knew about Harvey Weinstein
Fri 23 Oct 2020 06.00 BST
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Josh Hartnett is sitting at home in Surrey, thinking about the time he was asked to play Superman. âI had this idea that because he lives in this world where he canât touch anything without it flying across the room, he has become almost afraid of himself and his own power. He doesnât know how to be Superman any more. Heâs so afraid, he has become almost neutered by the experience of living on Earth, where he can blow things up just by looking at them.â
The studio demurred â âThey didnât really want a fear-based character at the centre of their movie,â he says wryly â and Hartnett walked away. But his Superman concept now feels like a metaphor for what was happening at the time in his own life, as he became increasingly overwhelmed, even horrified, by his status and the hysteria that surrounded it. Twenty years ago, the hottest young male actors in Hollywood were Leonardo DiCaprio, Will Smith, Matt Damon, Ben Affleck â and Hartnett. Michael Bay, who directed him in Pearl Harbor, put it bluntly: âHeâs going to be fucking huge.â The actor grimaces at the mention of that. âHuge was never something I aspired to,â he says.
Back then, he seemed like a pretty kid who had got in over his head. Now 42, he has acquired the squinting, quizzical handsomeness of Richard Gere. He and his wife, the British actor Tamsin Egerton, moved to Surrey with their two young children to be closer to her parents, he explains. âAnd then, of course, coronavirus ...â In other words, theyâre not going anywhere. So he has time to talk and a new film to talk about: the factually based thriller Target Number One, which is better than any of its plucked-from-a-hat titles (it has also been known as Gut Instinct and Most Wanted) might suggest.
This is partly due to the dazzling Antoine Olivier Pilon, star of Xavier Dolanâs psychodrama Mommy. He plays a real-life petty drug dealer who was sentenced to life in a Thai jail after being set up by Canadian police. Hartnett is solid in the less showy, meat-and-potatoes role of the journalist Victor Malarek, who fought to expose the truth. In this capacity, he gets to perform the time-honoured All the Presidentâs Men routine of storming into his editorâs office, tossing a newspaper on the desk and demanding to know where the hell his story is.
Hartnett does his homework. On The Virgin Suicides, it wasnât enough to play what the director Sofia Coppola had written; he also raked over his character, a dreamy high-school stud, with Jeffrey Eugenides, who wrote the original novel. On Brian De Palmaâs film noir The Black Dahlia, Hartnett trained as a boxer for several months, simply because his character, a cop, used to be one. Naturally he met with the real Malarek before playing him. Why? âI wanted to see if he was full of shit.â
Malarek, he explains, has been accused by his critics of putting himself at the forefront of his own stories. âUltimately, Victor is a humble man, but he does think of himself as someone who stands up for people in vulnerable positions. He likes to insert himself into a situation, though in my opinion what heâs really doing is putting himself in the line of fire. In a way, he almost downplays his own contribution.â Malarek has said that he had no idea who Hartnett was. As someone who has spent the last 15 years or so running from fame, this must have pleased him. âI didnât assume heâd know me,â he says. âMy interest in going to meet him was not to have flowers laid at my feet.â So he didnât take along a signed Pearl Harbor poster? âI should have done. That would have been a great introduction. âHi, I used to be somebody âŠââ
Quite. At the end of the 90s, Hartnett was everywhere. He starred in back-to-back horror hits â the aliens-in-high-school romp The Faculty and the sequel-cum-reboot Halloween H20 â and resembled a walking shampoo commercial in The Virgin Suicides, where he sashayed in slow-motion to the sound of Magic Man by Heart.
âItâs a little bit heartbreaking to see all that time has passed,â he says. âI was a child. I was 19. The Virgin Suicides felt like a group of friends all pulling together. I think Iâm still looking for that experience whenever I make a film.â
The Faculty and Halloween H20 were produced by Dimension, the horror arm of Miramax, making Hartnett part of the Weinstein brothersâ stable of talent. âI was a kid who they felt they should invest in, but I didnât spend a ton of time with them,â he says. âWe had a sort of antagonistic relationship because the contract I signed for those first two films guaranteed me to be a part of, like, five more or something. Theyâre called contract extensions. I was told at the time that nobody ever uses them, but then I guess I became popular and they decided to, um, exercise that right. What they did a few times was to jump on other projects I was working on already and become co-producers.â These included O a modern-day Othello with Hartnett impressively coiled as the Iago figure, and the comic thriller Lucky Number Slevin, in which he seemed to be poking fun at his own image by spending the first half-hour scampering around in nothing but a towel.
He shifts uneasily when I ask whether he was surprised by the revelations about Harvey Weinstein. âThere are all sorts of rumours about guys like that which permeate the business and you think, âThatâs awful.â The casting couch was a thing people joked about when I was first in the industry, so it was an open secret that this business is a little bit fucked up.â
When he was offered Pearl Harbor, his instinct was to turn it down. âI didnât necessarily want things to change that much,â he says. âI was happy with the amount of fame I had and the types of roles I was getting. At the same time, I asked myself: âAm I just afraid that by doing Pearl Harbor, Iâm going to enter a new category of film-making that I might not be ready for?â I ultimately chose to do it because turning it down wouldâve been based on fear. Then it defined me, which means I was right to fear it.â
His co-stars didnât have it easy either. Kate Beckinsale was told to work out (âI just didnât understand why a 1940s nurse would do that,â she said) while Affleck was ordered to get new teeth. âWell, they are great teeth,â Hartnett says. âI was asked to work out, too. But you know, I could have used it. I was 165lb wet. I was a really skinny kid.â
As well as his own misgivings about the project, there was the heightened press attention, including a splashy Vanity Fair interview with him from the set of Ridley Scottâs Black Hawk Down. âOh, that was an awful piece,â he shudders. âWas there even a quote from me in it, or was it just everyone talking about how hot I was? People got a chip on their shoulder about me after that. They genuinely thought Iâd been thrust on them. It was a very weird time.â
It was around then that he plotted his calculated retreat. After Superman, there were reports that he had also turned down Batman; in fact, he didnât get any closer to that part than a conversation with Christopher Nolan. But the perception of him in Hollywood began to change. âThey looked at me as someone who had bitten the hand that fed me. It wasnât that. I wasnât doing it to be recalcitrant or a rebel. People wanted to create a brand around me that was going to be accessible and well-liked, but I didnât respond to the idea of playing the same character over and over, so I branched out. I tried to find smaller films I could be part of and, in the process, I burned my bridges at the studios because I wasnât participating. Our goals werenât the same.â
He has put his movies where his mouth is, working with idiosyncratic directors such as Tran Anh Hung on the thriller I Come With the Rain and Atsuko Hirayanagi on the comedy Oh, Lucy. Nor is he averse to the mainstream: he will next be seen alongside Jason Statham in Guy Ritchieâs Wrath of Man. But itâs a measure of how unusual it is for a star to withdraw so early in his career that by the time Hartnett made The Black Dahlia in 2006, GQ magazine was already referring to it as his comeback.
âIâm happy to be done with that era and to be making films that are more personal to me,â he says. âDirectors are coming to me to play characters as opposed to versions of a hero I played in a movie once.â
He is nothing if not conscientious. A few days after our Zoom conversation, he phones me because something has been bothering him: he doesnât feel he made his feelings about Weinstein clear. This time, he puts it as plainly as he can. âI wasnât surprised he was a creep,â he says. âBut I guess I was surprised at the extent of his creepiness.â Heâs concerned, too, about what comes next. âThe shameless seem to be finding it easy to make a comeback. Louis CK has been pretty shameless. Harvey Weinstein, if he had the tiniest bit of daylight in there, would find a way to get back in. Those are situations that freak me out.â But there are, he says, visible changes taking place. âDifferent things are expected of the way people act on set. Thereâs an open line of communication now for anyone who feels theyâre being harassed. And thereâs less of the so-called locker-room humour that people used to hide behind.â
Was he ever harassed as a young actor? âThe last thing I want to do is come across like ⊠You know, Iâve been in situations where Iâve been uncomfortable with my bossâs behaviour but Iâm not gonna say âŠâ He changes tack. âThatâs not my experience and itâs not my place to claim that. It makes me feel icky to try to do so.â
He also tells me that he went back to that Vanity Fair article and realised it wasnât so bad after all. âItâs just that it happened at a time when I wasnât that famous, and it seemed to already be asking whether I should be or not. I felt like: âOh my God! Iâm not the tallest poppy yet â donât cut me down!â I was being compared to Tom Cruise and Julia Roberts and thatâs insane. It was a set-up-to-fail moment.â He gives a sigh. âIt was actually an interesting look at the nature of fame. If only it wasnât about me.â
#josh hartnett#beautiful giant#the guardian#interview#quotes#the virgin suicides#the black dahlia#lucky number slevin#black hawk down#pearl harbor#Othello#the faculty#halloween h20#wrath of man#oh Lucy#i come with the rain#penny dreadful#target number one#superman
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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!
Tagged by: @sternburgerpilsner thank you <3
Name(s): Tamsin
Pronouns: she/her
Star Sign: leo â
# of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): 1 younger brother,we live together,he's very creative,good at drawing and arts & crafts
# of Pets: I have a family cat who i've had since I was a teenager,I only see her a few times a year when I visit my parents but I love her,she's an old feisty tortoise shell that has the energy of a kitten
Fandoms: I have lots but my main one is stray kids (big surprise)
Favourite Colour: dark red,forest green,black
Favourite Song: I think it's quite impossible to have 1 favourite song so some of my favs atm are : skz - want so bad,skz - muddy water,ateez - it's you,aespa - drama,taemin - she loves me,she loves me not
Favorite Author: i don't really read much nowadays,last book i finished was fire & blood by george r. r. martin & i used to read a lot of haruki murakami & sylvia plath,i really need to pick up reading again at some point
Hobbies: cooking,listening to music,traveling,acting
Favourite Holiday: halloween! đ»
Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: no
Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i'm an actor & have been in a short film as well as an extra in a few big projects! i prefer cold weather,i love animals & my favourite thing to eat is sushi with sriracha mayo
I will tag @inloif @nanamikentoseyebags @written-in-flowers @acuzena @petxina @clown-baby
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OC questions tag meme!
tagged by: @bg3 (thank youuu)
NAME: Tamsin Morren NICKNAMES: Tam-Tam GENDER: female STAR SIGN: she was a winter baby so she was born in the month of Ches which makes her star sign Serpent HEIGHT: 175 cm / 5'9ft ORIENTATION: bisexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Tamsin is Half Sun Elf and uhhh Half Human? (her mother is the Raven Queen because I said so) She is also from Neverwinter. FAVOURITE FRUIT: Strawberries. Especially dipped in chocolate. FAVOURITE SEASON: Autumn, its neither too hot or too cold. She also likes cloudy days and rain. FAVOURITE FLOWER: Lilacs. Her father's manors garden were covered with them and she liked to sit under Lilac trees during spring -to read her books while smelling their fresh scent- FAVOURITE SCENT: Cinnamon and apple. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea. Tamsin especially likes black and herbal tea. She even makes her own mixtures. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: She has insomnia so it depends on the day. Its usually around 5-6 hours though. DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs! Tamsin had a small puppy when she was a kid -a gift from her brothers- until her stepmother kicked it from the house. Thats why she is so attached to Scratch and pets every single dog she sees on the streets. DREAM TRIP: Other city states in the Sword Coast. She never saw Waterdeep or Luskan for example and curious about it. Also Shadowfell (well pre-game at least lmao) and Letherna in particular. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: I don't know how to answer this lmao I am not familiar with the 'fictional' characters in Faerun. I think she would like Dinin Do'Urden? (I know he exists in the world but shhh) She would find him pathetic and hot. NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: A LOT. At least five because her body heat is already lower than other humans and she has to warm up her body especially in night. RANDOM FACT: She is good at partnered dances but she can't dance if shes alone... she is bad at it.
tagging: @dirty-bosmer @dekarios @maxthetruman @envergothash and @pinkfey
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Who is Tamsin Sevier? The Rundown on Stacker Pentecost's Co-Pilot
Note that there will be spoilers for Tales From Year Zero in this post!
I think we all remember the iconic scene where Stacker Pentecost looks down at Mako Mori while standing atop Coyote Tango. But the Pacific Rim film never tells us who Stacker's co-pilot was.
However, the tie-in comic Tales From Year Zero gives us a proper look at Pentecost's co-pilot, and shows us what becomes of her.
In the comic, Pentecost's narration informs us that his co-pilot blacked out while fighting Onibaba. Then we learn that after this fateful battle, it was discovered that Tamsin had developed cancer. The PPDC took both them both off the roster at this point.
At this point, she and Pentecost effectively part ways. Soon after, Pentecost adopts Mako Mori. Eventually he takes Mako to meet Tamsin in the hospital:
Sadly, Tamsin does not survive. The comic shows us a panel of Mako Mori placing flowers on her grave in November of 2024 (for reference, the film takes place in January of 2025):
On his blog, Travis Beacham shares some of his further thoughts on Tamsin. He says that Tamsin was like a "big sister" to Mako, and implies that Tamsin may have been attracted to women. (Shipping Tamsin with Stacker Pentecost's sister Luna was a thing that was going on at the time.)
So yeah, we don't get a whole lot on Tamsin Sevier, but there's no denying that she was very important to both Stacker Pentecost and Mako Mori.
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This Red/blue with flowers in front of dress is worn on an extra in Tom Jones (2023) and later worn on Tamsin Greig as Helen Gwinear in The Completely Made-Up Adventures of Dick Turpin (2024)
#recycled costumes#tom jones#The Completely Made-Up Adventures of Dick Turpin#tamsin greig#Helen Gwinear#period drama#historical drama#costume drama#reused costume#reused costumes#costumes#perioddramasource#perioddramaedit#dramasource#period dramas
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TALES OF O'FRIEL â TAMSIN OLWEN LOVEDAY.
ââ ( grace van dien. demi woman, she / they. ) recently seen sprawling across beer - soaked oak, hand clasped to ear in fitful whispers and sideway glances, the occasional cicada slipping past lip and taking flight at the whaler: enter TAMSIN OLWEN LOVEDAY O'FRIEL. twenty six years old & a libra, usually observed in gossamer lace, a ghost upon body; soft glow emitting from skin pulled sheer â pulsating veins and a flash of something golden, the teeth of a white rabbit drawn upon shoulders; sorry thumper, and goodby â ; love is a devotion local known within their circle as VULPINE + GNOMIC, a perpetual hum of twilight by bĂŽa on salted mouth. something of the SEPULCHRAL + PESTILENT follows, regardless âŠÂ something to do with one's very own side - quest, faux prophecies and dangers ahead; tales most befitting miscreants and visitors alike, one and the same â uncaring to lift another finger of their own , perhaps ? strange, what a FAERY can get up to. theyâve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of a never - ending dance â how many eternities have we spent here together? â soles long worn to bone and dust; body nothing more but a husk of skin, exoskeletal; entertainment beneath a spider's growing web â but we're here together, aren't we? forever and ever . pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on bated breath against locks of hair, near - translucent fingers laid across shoulder â voice here, and there, nowhere â everywhere; you want to dive into this lake sooo bad, you want to swim all the way down and wrap around the seagrass and get stuâ / ears impossibly long â all the better to hear you with, my dear â tufts of softened white gold, splintering from fine points, lily of the valleys dangling chain-like / and phantom wings in every passed mirror â gambling never a consequence until now; a mother's cruel laughter echoing from every budding flower, every cawing bird, every iron box clawed open in searing desperation . /
... mentioning themes of CONTROLLING MOTHERS, BODY HORROR, DEATH, GRIEF, DEPRESSION, and INSECTS, BUT LIKE GROSS. proceed with care.
with palms held out.
full name â tamsin olwen loveday o'friel.
nickname(s) â tam / tammy, if one despises their life; loveday; love ( friends, if you can call them that, and mother, if you can call her that ); owl face; first name preferred.
date of birth & age â october 4th, 1xxx, physically twenty6.
gender / pronouns â demi woman; she / her and they / them.
sexuality â demiromantic, bisexual.
typing â faery, wings MIA.
occupation â woods - wanderer; ex - dancer; hunter AND gatherer; gambler; front desk at shrike point light.
astrology â libra sun, capricorn moon, taurus ascending.
interests â hallucinogens. old - fashioned gold coins, particularly those dug up from hidden treasure chests. playing serpent. mammatus clouds. a good gamble, or an even better bet. winning. animal fur. warm beds. warm bodies.
aversions â classical dancing. uncalculated risks. lying ( even if desired ). weak constitutions. promises. anyone named "craig", no particular reason. high ledges. her mother. particularly nosy spiders.
next in queue â shadow of a doubt, sonic youth; vanished, crystal castles; pitch the baby, cocteau twins; show me your mind, sunken.
notable features â almost comically long ears; tufted at the ends, mimicking caracals & a constant, soft light emitting from them; evangeline, is that you?
general disposition â calculating to the point of desperate.
last known location â trying to convince tourists to step into faery rings at the campgrounds after being interrogated for twenty minutes about whether they can shrink down to the size of a half - chewed polly pocket and if faeries believe in, like, jesus?
scrying mirror & kindred â melisandre ( game of thrones ), rose dewitt bukater ( titanic ), lux lisbon ( the virgin suicides ), love quinn ( you ), vanessa ives ( penny dreadful ).
what lurks in the past...
were they born, or were they created? fae realm a haze beyond fingertips, limbs extending too long, too narrow; cobwebs sticking to new legs, trembling foul's - burning from inside out. a gleam to everything in view; light bouncing from leaf to leaf, sparkling upon open water; skewed from chest, lance - like. overwhelming - maddening, small eyes watching intently every human who stumbled upon their realm by accident; idiocy at their finest, curious as their bodies collapse into hysterics, never able to behold the beauty of the land before them.
she never cast doubt, a mother who would never allow it; too many eyes to keep sight of, too many eyes to be wary of. days filled of frivolous activity; dance after dance, sun and moon passing in tandem, day and night after day and night. rocketing themselves into the sky, as far as can go, vast, endless - did they have space? if she keeps going - will she be surrounded by nothing but void, but the sky all around her; come crashing down as the pressure compresses her lungs, stops her breath?
what did the other realm have, that they didn't? curiosity - not doubt - leads to their first visit - not alone, never allowed, not by mother; three of them at the slightest, pas de trois. it's hideous, it's beautiful - it's devotion; before they were - or have they always been the one and same? captivating, to be in a world not their own; to find vices only a human could have, dishonesty beyond the mirror, kept from wandering eyes and hands, but not cards.
visits become frequent - some secretive, some brash, crawling out of holes formed from bark, emerging from tree's flesh. eras change in a blink of eye - here one day, gone the next; so fickle, their short lives. unexpected friends meeting unexpected demise; but what right, would tamsin have to be sad? what is it - to be sad, melancholic? too much to do, to worry about such trivial things; too many minds susceptible to trickery, flimsy thoughts they hold so carelessly.
until she met them, light scorching eye, features engraved beneath eyelids; an intoxication never so sweet, rivaling nectar from their realm - maybe sweeter, maybe just. devotion a home, suddenly - to her, to them, together; forever, if she could. if they could - possibility just out of sight, just out of frame. but maybe not - somewhere else, where time moves different.
was she a fool? blinded by love - stricken by it as taut as grief itself; a mother like hers never trusting, never trusted - never trust. in all her wisdom; tamsin could not compare the centuries laid upon her mother's back. foolish. foolish. foolish - she never meant the harm; never meant the death sentence, lips of lover grazing fruit. lifting her into their arms - entwined in one another, feet barely dusting floor. spinning together in a silent waltz as time rolls on bye; until their skin is nothing more but dust molded husk, tamsin unable to look away, unable to pull apart; terror - laced ichor, enough for eternity.
doesn't remember leaving the realm - leaving them, there - by their lonesome; an exhibit to be watched, a reminder to be wrought. everything's new; modern, hum of technology reverberating skull, shaking spine. twenty years laid to rest; an unwavering form sitting atop rock in the woods, gaze unmoving; statuette, before bone creaks back into existence.
only to be tricked again; a mockery, lost to their own hysteria, their own grief - desperation seeping pores, clutching at narrowed frame. the dead should stay dead; even in their realm - law remains enact, balance must never waver. greed has no moral to stand upon; deals are made, gambles set - hands shaken, blinding light and sharp sulfur and a piercing scream as wing pulls self from body. and nothing. no body to raise from ground; still in the fae realm, still dancing; only spirit, only confused; memories scattered - no remnants of tamsin, or the years lost to them. nothing at all. husk meets husk; fool meets fool.
those of the realm of fae: family to friends, to those who think tamsin a fool for losing their heart so easily, for letting it slide from her palms into another; for upsetting her mother, older than most.
lost lover, loving no more: nothing more but a ghost; a clean slate free from burden and memory. it hurts to look at them - hurts to acknowledge; so tamsin doesn't - cowardly, after all sacrificed.
...comes to light in present...
it's not better now; but it's better than nothing; existing bares easier on the soul, when distracted; kept amused, kept pushing limits - a child who learns best from example. she can't rot any longer, insects a collection inside her, now; coughed up on occasion, fluttering away like nothing - mother's watchful servants, ever - gazing, ever - curious. fucking nosy. better than the fae realm - better than reminders, devotion's growing modernity cloaking old memories.
tamsin's - hard to crack; penchant for gambling, seen tucked into far - off booths, old coins shuffling between fingers, betraying the air the exudes her, collaborating with the far off, dull look in her eyes. severity no longer reaches - slapped away with a dismissive hand and a cold, humorless laugh that twists maniacal at a pin's drop. can never deny a game - or the hunt, puzzles not the only stimulant solace is found in.
everyone's useless except the shrike family, and the knowledge their library keeps; front desk an excuse to scour over maps and crumbling pages - they've got to be somewhere, don't they? somewhere, anywhere; tamsin's pried open their fair share of iron boxes, trying to find the wings she bet away; lost, given up. sacrificed. the deal a bust - why should tamsin be the only one to suffer? fingerprints never quite there - most certainly no longer, wrapped in bandages with every clasp of iron.
never a liar - forever desperate, visitors of devotion, south of tene, are subjected to tamsin's harrowing tales of heartbreak and sacrifice, no storyteller but just a girl trying to find what is hers, rightfully; years and years of scavenger hunt, level impossible; treasure maps drawn and discarded and drawn again. a quest - she insists. it's just a quest. all will be well - just heed my word, do my bidding. help me fly.
the one whose heart shall be ripped fro - : most probably a witch, or another faerie; the one tamsin lost to, who won their gamble - the game they play. probably still alive, ever - mocking, tamsin staring into their windows nightly.
devotion visitors, none the wiser: it's a tale almost as old as time; the full truth never revealed, only enough sad details to guilt a stranger into potentially perilous tasks.
...and carries into the future.
how long can she dance this dance? make fool out of fool, reap the consequence of never listening to those wiser than her - almost childish, tamsin's resolution, determination. naĂŻve. pathetic. too many eyes on her - waiting for her eventual fall, one she does not rise from; how do you kill a faerie?
but perhaps there's an alternative route; sky regaining vibrancy, leaves returning from their dulled hues - no more bodies, no more deaths; grieving a silenced lamb, a quest to complete on her own. be her own savior, heal her own wounds.
maybe tamsin can lock the king into a checkmate; play the game better - win, for once.
enough is ENOUGH! we're sick of it!: this isn't a soap opera, get a grip! one way or another, even if the end result is less desirable. enemies, friends of their mother, those wronged by tamsin after years of trickery and mischief.
a family found: eventual friends, insecurities and trust issues and fears aside; people who care, people who tamsin will not gamble the lives of. probably.
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TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of cancer and bereavements
Smiffina Episodes - Episode 308
Sun Hill officially reopens but sadly, due to the loss of his family the day before, Adam can't be present so it's left to Jack and Gina to deal with the re-opening after the fire.
Jack and the Collision Team at Traffic have made Gina Adam's FLO without asking her due to their past relationship and current friendship. Gina tells him she has to be somewhere later on and Jack guilts her by asking if it's more important than being there for Adam. Gina tries again to get out of it but Jack won't hear of it.
Gina is outside Adam's house trying to get hold of him and - at the same time - try to put back her scheduled combined cancer treatement. She can only delay it until 12.30pm. Adam doesn't answer his phone, nor does he answer the door. Jack rings Gina and tells her that Denise was on a mobile call just moments before the collision. The accident could have been her fault and he wants her to gently warn Adam. Gina tracks Adam down to the scene of the accident where he's wandering in a daze trying to lay some flowers in memory of his family. He's horrified to hear Gina's update and refuses to believe that it could be Denise's fault after a potential red light run.
Gina reassures him that she doesn't think Denise would do that but 'we all make mistakes' and everything has to be looked into and investigated. It's nothing personal. He's adamant that Denise didn't cause the crash and refuses to return home - he's going to the station with Gina to find out what is happening.
The other driver arrives to talk to Jack and the PC from the Traffic division. They have to tell her that the other victims have passed and that the husband is receiving support. Adam enters into the new look Sun Hill front office and is startled. He leans against the wall to the front interview room where the other driver is without realising. She is sobbing to Jack that she doesn't remember what happened. "Does this mean it's my fault? Did I kill those people?"
Jack is surprised to enter his office to find Adam waiting for him with Gina. Jack reveals there's been no other witnesses come forward, but the other driver is being interviewed. Jack tells him that they've spoken to the mother of the Taylor Family - who Denise's last call had been to. He confirms that Helen, the mother, only spoke to Malcolm, not Denise, because Malcolm had left his school bag at their house. The call ended literally a few seconds before the crash happened so Helen did not hear anything from the scene. Gina leads Adam downstairs as he insists on speaking to PC Minton from Traffic, only to be confronted by the other driver in the background. He doesn't understand how she can barely have a mark on her when he has lost everything. PC Minton tells him that Tamsin can't remember what has happened yet - giving her full name so that Adam can conviniently find her later (!).
Gina talks him into going home and asks him if he wants her to come in with him. "Don't you have better things to do?" he asks. Gina, clearly mindful of her chemo but also being Adam's friend just reassures him. "No, I don't." Adam lets them in for clearly the first time since the accident has happened, the wind knocked out of him as he sees the house left as it was with his children and wifes things all over - including the childrens toys dropped where they'd left them and Denise's mug on the table. Gina gently hugs him and tells him he has to let himself grieve for them, he can't keep fighting it off. Adam says he had the impression Gina needed to be somewhere as she makes him a cup of tea but she reassures him it can wait. She reassures him that Denise loved him very much, despite his concerns he was away from the house and family too much due to work. She tells him also that Denise was very calm and in control at the scene. Adam is angry that he never got to tell her about the kids, phrasing it as though he felt like he was lying to her despite them always being honest -he works himself up and then asks Gina to leave.
As Adam's on his own, someone calls the house and Denise's voice cuts in on the answerphone. Adam keeps replaying it over and over again so he can hear her, breaking down into tears. His anger grows and he returns to the station, noting Tamsin Parker - the other drivers - address - going over to her house. Tamsin tries to tell him that she doesn't remember anything - before Adam reveals himself as the husband of the other family who died - barging into her house.
#Episde 308#Gina Gold#Roberta Taylor#Smiffina#Smiffinalong#Adam Okaro#Cyril Nri#Janet Dibley#Tamsin Parker#Jack Meadows#Simon Rouse#the bill
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If MC were sick- not major drama, but a proper illness or cold, and was on bedrest, how would LI care for them?
Fox:
They would try their best to be with them as much as they could just so they weren't without someone to care for them. The MC would have everything they need and more within reach.
Rabbit:
They would keep the MC company, read to them, and make sure they were cared for.
Butterfly:
They would suggest that the MC come outside for some fresh air.
The Uninvited Guest:
They would make sure the MC has all the creature comforts, but there's not much else they can do. It's a cold and will go away.
Edith/Edward:
They would make sure the MC has the best doctor tending to them and would check in on them when they aren't working. The MC doesn't really need a nurse with them the whole time but for some reason they end up with a really attentive one...
Tamsin/Thomas:
They would bring the MC fresh flowers, air out the room, bring them soup, lots of little things to keep them comfortable. Francis would be annoyed by T bossing them around over the whole thing while they're out đ
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I Missed Last Friday, Sorry
What Happened Last Week
You may have noticed my absence on this forum last week (all five or six of you who follow me regularly--by the way, thank you). I hit that portion of the semester known by all as finals. Last week, I was finishing my grading so that this week, finals week, I could focus on test proctoring, answering last-minute emails of drama, and planning for next term. This Friday, I'm waiting on one last student to complete a final (technical difficulties) so that I can post grades for my last class. Once that's done, I can relax a little (or so I tell myself).
I was also recovering from JordanCon, which was beyond fantastic! I had a wonderful time and sold books at the Falstaff table (as usual). I got to room with Tamsin Silver, who is just the best roomie ever. It's always good to get to know people who love history and historical figures as much as you do.
I got to hang out with so many people I love that weekend that it's hard to name everyone. If you haven't come to JordanCon in Atlanta yet, you should give it a try. It's a small con and there are a lot of writers and small publishers who attend. This makes it a great place to network and just meet people. Even if you only go to a few of the sessions or workshops, the con is worth it because of that. I kind of consider it my genesis con because that's where I met my publisher.
What I Plan to Do on Summer Break
I'm not getting a huge summer break. I'll get about a week where I can take a few days off from the day job (not enough hours this time--do not get me started on how I feel about using vacation hours for summer break when there are no students on campus anyway). Still, I do have some plans during this time of no students and no classes:
I am going to work in earnest on the second Kate and Shadow novel, which still is untitled (maybe #supersecretsecondkateandshadownovel?). I am getting a grip on the real evil in this novel and it's going to make things difficult for our heroine. I've been flailing around trying to figure out how this will work, but I think I've got it, so we'll see.
I will be at the Georgia Renaissance Festival May 20 and 21 with a bunch of other authors (some Falstaff, some not) to sell books. There will be hardcovers as well as paperbacks of Children of Menlo Park. There may also be copies of a certain anthology I have a story in at my table if it releases in time (I'm hoping).
I'm going to help my dad plant our annual vegetable/flower garden in the front yard. It's going to be bigger than ever this year. There will be photographs, and you all will have to just endure that. I'm also going to help him finish laying gravel under the back porch. And yes, my dad is 83 but can still outwork you and me and three other people.
I plan to take lots of walks and possibly a day trip somewhere fun. We shall see.
The rest of the summer is looking to be interesting and full. Stay tuned!
#childrenofmenlopark #writinglife #dayjob #summerbreak #georgiarenaissancefestival #jordancon
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I've been tagged by @lunarlegend to share 8 songs I'm currently listening to. Thank you! đ
I've been on a bit of a 90s binge lately so please don't judge me too harshly. đ
1. Linger - The Cranberries 2. Lilac Wine - Jeff Buckley 3. Dance Macabre - Ghost 4. Coraline - MĂ„neskin 5. Wasted on You - Evanescence 6. Thank You for the Venom - My Chemical Romance 7. Flowers - Miley Cyrus 8. Sleeping Satellite - Tamsin Archer
I'm gonna tag @phoenixiancrystallist @purrfectleoboy @ringnis @deamon-noctis @nekoabi and anyone else who wants to get in on this. No worries if you don't!
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a continuation of here for @invcntions
it had been an off-hand comment, not one that tamsin had expected sasha to latch on to... or do something about. it makes a part of her melt â which feels disastrous to her. "no, i don't hate them," she's quick to reassure her, looking up from the bouquet to sasha's face. she feels the need to quickly look away again and so focuses back on the flowers. "it was sweet of you to bother. i wasn't hinting, i swear."
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sorry for asking 2 questions in one day but I NEED to info dump rq !!!
Batty keeps eating the oozsquitoes, so he keeps mutating, making him incredibly strong. And animalistic. So he goes rabid sometimes:).
I head canon that Karai and her siblings have a secret language of chirps, grunts and hissâ they use to communicate.
Batty is a good singer, but cannot dance for his life. He will just shuffle awkwardly.
Although Batty would like to be romantic, heâs far too shy to actually do anything like cuddling and heaven forbid a kiss; but heâll still make a card or two. And maybe some flowers. And maybe some cookies-
Heâs a good artist, doing mostly doodles and bad portraits because heâs never been able to explore his talent/passion.
Patrick is incredibly flexible too, being able to catch, hold and even draw with his feet!
Patrick doesnât use his wings that much so theyâre often cramped.
During the winter, all the Hamatos take turns cuddling him and using him as a blanket. Even CJ (Casey Jr.) has gotten in on this trend. As much as Batty wants to complain, he likes to be hugged by everyone.
Patrick is a very mixed sleeper. He will either sprawl himself out (when heâs extremely comfortable or with someone he trusts), or will do the âput in a coffinâ pose. But when heâs EXTREMELY comfortable he will do the bat-burrito wrap. (Usually, Karai is in the middle of the wrap.)
Batty is on the spectrum, so he finds it hard to express his emotions. He doesnât know why he wants to flap his wings and hands around wildly when he sees something that makes him happy, but he doesnât do it out fear. (Btw; this will be a plot point in a little one shot.)
Patrick is surprisingly good with kids, despite being cold on the outside, he has a real soft spot.
Patrickâs wings act like 2nd hands! But, theyâre not useful for actual things.
I think Karai has a scar on her back from a Kraang attack (image below âŹïž)
Batty, at first, had a huge rip in his wing from being hurt by a Kraang, but Karai patched him up and now he can fly again!
Patrick used his wings to group hug up to 7 people, if we squish.
Patrick can speak 2 languages: English (fluid) and Brazilian (almost fluid). His mother used to speak Brazilian to him, and he gradually learned. unfortunately, he doesnât have an accent.
I head canon Niccolo as nonverbal, using hand signs and churrs to communicate to his siblings. I also really like the dynamic of mute/nonverbal (nicolo) and the one person that understands them completely (jago).
Patrick, (when he finally learns that maybe stimming isnât bad), gets whole body wiggles and puffs up.
Textures, but more specifically sounds, is something that really bothers Batty. Like, nails scraping against asphalt is just a big âUGH GET IT AWAY FROM MEâ thing. He also gets really itchy when heâs uncomfortable, sleepy or upset.
Patrickâs hair is really unclean. He licks himself on a daily basis, but unfortunately he canât reach the top of his head, so his hair is always gross. Also, he never really learned self care tactics or how to wash, so that was fun to learn:).
Tamsin basically adopted him immediately. Like, the full âThis is my son now, if anything happens to him Iâm going to kill everyone in this room and then myself.â
Patrick gets jealous easy! I know, I know, crazy! But, he just canât help but let the thoughts get to him. (Watch out, Karai, thereâs going to be a lot of overprotective snuggling.)
As much as Karai doesnât see it, Batty thinks sheâs absolutely beautiful. Almost always staring at her with adoring eyes. He often gets lost in daydreams and other places.
Once, Batty found a post card from Paris, and thatâs all he would dream about for a week. Then Karai came a long and now Karai in Paris is all he could dream about.
Batty is about above average height, stand in around 5â 7â. His wing spans is almost 7 feet, though, only looking smaller because he folds them up very tight.
Batty has literally never eaten food before, like, ever. Heâs never tasted anything besides mutant silverfish and leaves.
(Should probably mention for future reference; Batty comes from the Scavengers, a group that hard working tech to sell off to less fortunate people. So, when the resistance in the scavengers come together, Donnie was given a HUGE pile of working tech! iPhones, video cameras, old TVs, remotes and even a Nintendo Switch!)
OKAY FACTS OVER QUESTION TIMEđȘ
Does the Resistance have a garden? Because you mentioned about how Tamsin was cooking, and more specifically chopping, so that got me wondering.
Did Donnie replicate the Anti-Kraang formula? Because I saw that itâs an âorganic-based shieldâ so I was thinking the blue stuff from the beginning of the movie, Donnie replicated and is continuing to make and give to people across the country.
Is there any fresh water, or do they have to travel to the Great Lakes/ocean to get it?
What Karai look like as a human? Or her brothers turtles?
Do they have working cellphones or do they use radios?
Does Karai have oldest daughter syndrome? I just feel like helping your mom out at such an early age would give Karai some kind of pressure to always watch after her siblings. (Not talking from experience, if thatâs what youâre wondering.)
Whatâs the kids favorite tv show?
Do any of the kids like to draw?
Do they go on missions by themselves to prove that theyâre not too young? (Feels like thatâs a David thing to do.)
Has Mikey gone full âmystic meditation; dni unless emergencyâ or is he still part of the group?
Does Leo still blame himself? Do all of them blame themselves?
Anyway, sorry for info dumping, I just needed to tell you!!! And ask some questions since they were on my mind. Donât forget to drink water and eat food. I will make you eat your veggies if I have too.
-Lord Fregđđ
My my, you just love making me want to info dump about my AU and ocs and I love you so much for it đ
AND NOW YOUVE GIVEN ME ACESS TO SO MUCH FLUFF AND ANGST STORIES/ART WITH BATTY??? YES PLEASE đâïžđâïž
Had me giggling and kicking my feet with how much Batty likes Karai, my SOUL left my body/pos about the Paris thing
Also, Karai does have scars on her back from a Krang attack! (Hey that rhymes) She got them when she was super little though.
Now, to answer your questions!!
Does the Resistance have a garden? đ±
Yes! Yes it does! It took a few years to find some way to grow any food I'm the conditions of the apocalypse, but Donnie and Mikey were the ones who were able to discover a way to nourish and keep soil +food alive!
Its also a big greenhouse that I'm trying to think wether is inside the base, or out somewhere, but it's a safer chance for it to be inside lol.
Fun fact: Mikey spends a lot of time in the greenhouse If he's not meditating or practicing his mystic abilities. Niccolo loves hanging out with his favorite uncle (dont tell Leo) in the greenhouse, which is where the boy has grown a huge liking for plants! He likes how he and his uncle can spend time without too much chatter or anything too over stimulating for him, it's just his pace.
Note: you're headcanon of Niccolo is 100% correct! The same goes for Maggie, who usually only communicates with chirps or churrs alike- except she doesnt know how to talk.
She has a hard time grasping how to speak, and just gets her little mind stressed put if she doesn't get it right, so she keeps to herself with different ways of communicating.
Did Donnie Replicate The Anti-Krang Formula? đ
As a matter of fact, yes he did! Well-kind of.
We know the movie, April steals some of the plant killing stuff, and in the original timeline, she probably showed it to someone, specifically Donnie.
I feel whilst trying, and failing to figure anything put for this sheild, Donnie is near ready to give up until April shows him something she's had on her for a while.
She carried the smallest- and I mean smallest vile of the blue substance, around her neck, she'd always had it just in case since that little of it could knock out Prime krang if she wanted it to.
So, with that to work off of, Donnie got to studying and crafting!
Is There Any Fresh Water? đŠ
Sadly no, they do have to travel to get most of it, which is only a weekend trip that either Raph and Mikey go do, seeing they can carry tons of water supply back with them, but that doesn't make it any less tricky...
What Karai Look Like As A Human? Or Her Brothers Turtles? đą
I actually have a pic of Karai human! Still have to draw the brothers... But if imma be honest the boys would probabl all lookthe same đ
minus different colored markings.
Do They Have Working Cellphones? đ
Nope! All cellular towers and such were brought down by the krang. They do communicate via radios, Donnies tech wristbands, and like, you know those hologram things in StarWars? Kinda like that if they need to call someone.
Im also gonna answer the Kids Fav TV show question while we're here too.
Since there's no internet and such, they're reduced to either shows Donnie has saved on tapes, or VHS Splinter had kept over the years. (Thank Heavens he kept that old VHS player đ)
Their favorite shows range from like-3 episodes of Bluey to Black Cauldron on VHS LMAO.
Does Karai Have Oldest Daughter Syndrome?đ
Afraid so, it's obvious it was bound to happen when she was told help out her mom while Donnie was gone... And she may have taken that a bit too close to heart.
In fact, Tam or Don never pressured the 'Eldest Daughter' idea on Karai, her thinking she was supposed to be the oldest, supposed to be the one who handled all her siblings. Even when Donnie came home, she's just a bit ancy to help put in any way, feeling like she's useless if she doesn't.
Do Any Of The Kids Like To Draw? đ
Oh definetly! I think David and Niccolo enjoy it more than others since they can express themselves through it more.
Do They Go On Missions Themselves?đ
When their older? Yes. At their age now? Absolutely not on Donnies watch. He watches them like a hawk if they decide to go rogue without him or any adult watching them.
They have gone with their dad or mom to like- visit other bases, or even go with their uncles for trading, water, or supply-but NEVER by themselves.
David has tried but he always gets caught... Same goes for Karai.
Has Mikey gone full âmystic meditation; dni unless emergencyâ đ€
If this question takes place after Donnie has gone, yes. Rarely is he ever seen out of his room-only popping here and there to say hello and check in, but that's like-only once every two months.
Niccolo misses his uncle, and he cries a lot about it, so much so Tam has to find the boy leaning against his uncles door in tears, it breaks her heart.
Does Leo still blame himself? Do all of them blame themselves? đ
Can you even call it a ROTTMNT AU if their isn't any Leo angst? Lol but seriously, yes, they allblame themselves for the invasion, Leo the most.
A lot of them blame themselves for many things during the apocalypse too, Donnie blames himself for Karais Krang injury, Mikey for a mission gone wrong, where he couldn't save a labor camp, Raph for feeling like he's falling the older brother role- a lot of angst coming yalls way.
And I think that's all of them! TYSM for the asks I loved exploring into some of my Future AU stuff! Especially the guys since I haven't done much to dig deeper in their characters :]
#rottmnt#cherry answers#rottmnt oc#rottmnt future#rottmn future au#rottmnt fan comic the new generation#rottmnt x oc#rise of the tmnt#ask
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