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[shellsweet]

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[wuzhiqi-enj0yer]

[the-dying-star]

Finally posted Chapter 10 of If Not For Me

Warning; Minors beware. Fic is rated Explicit.

(It says chap 11 because there's a prologue)

[extrasfromthevoid]

Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 2/?)

@tmntbestsibscompetiton

Summary: Draxum continues to be figure out how to balance being a father with molding his found child into a weapon of war.

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Teaching Spawn to speak is a slow, arduous process, but a steady one. Draxum is starting with the standard surface tongue for now as it sees the widest use, even down in the Hidden City, but he intends to teach Spawn his native language at a later date. No sense in confusing the child’s small brain more than he has to.

Spawn still wakes crying most nights and then subsequently wakes him, either with her noise or by somehow clambering into his bed chambers and burrowing under his covers. However, the longer her lessons continue, the more intelligible her descriptions of her night terrors becomes. And they’re suspiciously consistent.

A hypothesis percolates in the back of his mind, but it's so out there that it can't possibly be true. Right?

Then one night, over the course of Draxum’s nightly observation of his young charge, he notices something in the darkness. A glow. So faint that he can only see it in near total darkness, but there is definitely a gentle golden light leaking from under Spawn’s eyelids.

Now, Draxum sits by Spawn’s bedside, bent over with his chin level to the mattress, utterly mesmerized as he watches her eyes twitch under her eyelids and small snatches of golden light leak out.

One possibility comes to Draxum’s mind as he recalls Spawn’s earlier behavior and testimonies, and the prospect excites him greatly. To think his hopeful little hypothesis actually held water!

“Incredible…,” he quietly marvels. “A human with an innate mystic gift…and such a rare one at that…!”

And he just found her wandering through the Hidden City! What luck he had to just stumble across something so rare. If Draxum thought that Spawn being his care was for the better before, he is beyond certain of it now. If Spawn’s innate gift is what Draxum thinks it is, then the humans would have had no idea how to guide her. Worse, they would have no doubt stifled and squandered her gift out of the ignorance that characterizes the human race.

Knowledge of the future is a heavy burden to bear, after all. But under Draxum’s tutelage, Spawn will bear it well.

——— “Keep your focus, Spawn!” Draxum bellows.

“Yes, Baba!"

One of Draxum’s plant constructs swings a coiled fist at the small child darting between its legs, armed only with a short blade. The construct only narrowly misses her as she rolls to the side at the last second. Draxum huffs, pleased.

Draxum purposefully made the construct to be fairly slow and lumbering, and its vines are soft rather than covered in rigid bark. Even if Spawn failed to dodge, she wouldn’t suffer terrible injury. After all, this would all be pointless if Spawn died or was badly injured during a mere training exercise.

Draxum watches on, intrigued as Spawn grabs onto the vines making up the construct’s fist as it pulls back, letting it pull her up with it. Using the momentum, Spawn climbs up the construct’s arm with impressive dexterity, slashing some of its densely coiled vines as she goes, using one to swing herself further up the creature as it quickly unravels and the creature tries to swat at her with its other hand. On its shoulder, Spawn drives her blade deep into the construct’s throat, swinging herself across the construct, dragging her blade along and severing the construct’s head. The construct stills for a moment before losing all structural integrity and collapses into a mess of vines.

Spawn tucks and rolls as the construct falls out from under her, springing back up onto her feet directly in front of Draxum, stumbling a little before standing attention with a proud grin on her face.

“Very good,” Draxum says

Spawn grins wider.

“If that was your first time,” Draxum finishes.

The grin falters and the child grows sheepish, as Draxum runs through the laundry list of mistakes she made during the exercise.

Granted, Draxum is truly impressed by the speed at which Spawn is improving. She’s grown into an excellent warrior despite her young age. If Draxum hadn’t known better, he’d conclude that Spawn had literally been made for combat, impossible though that is. But he can’t let her rest on her laurels and grow complacent. After all, if she is to lead Draxum’s army to take the surface back from the humans, Spawn will need to be more than excellent.

She will need to be perfect.

“Now. Why don’t we start with your landing?”

——— Spawn sits in the chair, her right arm belted down securely to the armrest, watching as Baba putters around his lab. She doesn’t really know or understand the specifics of what he’s doing, but knows the basic idea well enough. Baba is creating something that is supposed to make her stronger. Something that well ensure she can keep up with the army she’s meant to lead, and maybe even outpace them.

Baba had been rambling about this powerful entity that had appeared to protect the humans with strength and power far outstripping theirs. Again, most of it went over Spawn’s head, but Baba had been giddy with glee at finally attaining a usable sample of DNA from this entity, bragging that he would use it to further augment Spawn.

Spawn would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, but she trusts Baba. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think she would be safe.

Baba turns towards Spawn with a syringe of glowing green liquid, a solemn look on his face.

Spawn’s anxiety churns uncomfortably in her stomach at the sight of the needle.

“Are you ready, Spawn?” Baba asks gently.

Spawn nods, pointedly looking away from the syringe before she can lose her nerve and probably her lunch.

A cold, sterile swab is rubbed over Spawn’s upturned wrist. The spot numbs slightly and then Spawn feels the needle prick her wrist, sliding expertly into her vein.

Spawn doesn’t see when Baba pushes the plunger down, but she feels it as the moment the serum enters Spawn’s body, her nerves are alight with blinding pain. Only the straps buckled around her wrist and the crook of her elbow keeps Spawn from jerking her arm away from the offending needle, but even those creak and strain ominously as Spawn bucks in her seat as the pain quickly spreads. It feels like liquid fire is being injected into her veins, so unlike the concoctions Baba has used on her to ensure her health that feel like nothing at all.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

A scream tears itself from Spawn’s throat, raw and primal as she feels her body burn from the inside, before she even realizes.

Finally, Baba pulls the needle out just as the straps restraining her arm finally give and snap. Spawn feels the leather cut her skin, but whatever pain it produces is utterly and totally eclipsed by what roars in her veins. She pulls her arm close to her in a futile effort to dim the pain that rapidly spreads through her. Blind with this agony, Spawn tries to scratch at her arm, hoping futilely to claw the offending poison out if she had to. Her nails were surely sharp enough to pierce her own flesh.

Except her clawing fingers are ripped away again and again until it gets through to her—even in her frenzied and pain-blinded state—that something won’t let her claw her own veins out.

All she can do is continue to scream and writhe, tears streaming down her face as the pain rips and stabs and burns and breaks.

Distantly, Spawn thinks she hears Baba frantically speaking above her, but the pain is louder than his words, especially as she feels his calloused hands on her as she nearly thrashes out of the chair. His touch—usually a comfort to her—feels like a hot iron pressing against her skin, and she jerks away with a wounded yelp.

Spawn keeps screaming.

And screaming.

She screams until her voice is all gone and even after that, even though she is still consumed with immeasurable pain. Movement hurts. Stillness hurts. Touch hurts. The lack of touch hurts. Her perception of the world has been abruptly narrowed to this overwhelming pain, her thoughts wholly consumed by her misery.

Her every nerve is alight and all they have to announce is pain, inescapable and unending.

She wants to keep screaming. She needs to. If she stops, she’ll have nothing to distract from the pain she’s in and it’s already bad enough even as she screams her little lungs out. But her voice has been wrung out, reduced to choked gargles and whispers that do little to drown the deafening roar of her agony.

Spawn doesn’t know exactly when it happens, but her vision goes dark and she throws herself willingly into its depths. Anything to escape this pain. — When she wakes, Spawn finds herself cradled in her Baba’s lap, his head bowed and eyes ringed in dark circles, visible in the firelight of the parlor even in his sleep. The roaring pain has dulled to a persistent but much more bearable bone-deep ache. Her throat is dry and hurts the most of all.

Shifting minutely to get more comfortable, Baba jerks awake, looking around the room frantically before looking down at her with wild eyes.

“Spawn!?” He exclaims. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“Sore…,” Spawn rasps. She grimaces. “And thirsty…”

In an instant, Baba is up, carrying Spawn in his arms. Spawn winces as she’s jostled, but Baba is beyond gentle as he carries her into the kitchen.

Baba is silent as he prepares a lidded cup for Spawn to drink from, holding her in the crook of one arm the whole time.

Spawn wants to gulp down the contents of the offered cup, but Baba keeps her intake slow and steady. When the whole cup is drained,

Spawn’s throat feels a little less raw.

“What happened…?” She asks hoarsely.

Baba forces a smile and sets the cup aside, clawed fingers lightly brushing her hair back from where sweat stuck it to her forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he murmurs brokenly. “I…I didn’t expect it to hurt you this much.”

Spawn leans a little into the touch, quietly thankful that even this feather-light touch doesn’t alight her nerves with agony now.

Exhaustion creeps back in, dragging her eyes closed.

“I forgive you,” she mumbles before sinking back into the depths of sleep, safe and secure in her Baba’s embrace. ——— (Previous) (Next)

[apostateoftime]

So im shipping my oc with mikey now

Her name is Amita and i love her. She's a painter and they met at a museum and im gonna cry.

Height chart/full refs below cut

She's a lil bit smaller than him but they hold hands all the time

She never wears the same outfit twice. If you have any questions ask on my blog lol

[kinglearmadman]

Ch. 2 Who is she

Trigger Warning: broken bones, violence, minor body dysmorphia

Black, it is extremely vast and heavy yet it is still. An eerie peace is common with black but never once does it give up its ability to enhance fear and solitude. Black is where Leonardo found himself earlier that night.

Silent and methodical. He wears a black face scarf, old, tatter, and stained from blood. The question of whose blood it is, no one really knows. His body, just as his brothers, is muscular and defined with scars. Especially the one over his right eye to his lip and the one going down his right arm that is decorated with blue smoke following the scar. He is clothed with black hakama pants that are wrapped by black linen around his knees to his shoes. Only half his chest and his left arm are clothed in his shinobi shozoku; the right sleeve is missing and sewn together and left to sag at his defined waist. Behind him are two mounted black katanas.

Raphael Stalks the above rooftop in the same attire except he doesn’t care much for the shinobi shozoku. He never liked the way clothes feel against his plastron or the annoying way they get bunched up over his shell. At least that’s what he told Master Splinter in the argument for efficiency. Michaelangelo always teases Raphael for flaunting his muscles and tattoos.

“SHIT!” A foot soldier screams as he is flung next to Leonardo into the graffitied brick alley. Leonardo immediately unsheathes his katanas and lowers his body into a low stance. Raphael jumps down from the rooftop with a heavy thud to his feet and kicks the already unconscious foot soldiers‘ face in.

“Was that necessary?” Leonardo barks at Raphael as a scream fills the air. Both of them sprint to the chaos around the alley. “It was to me” Raphael says as he scales the alley wall and smashes his sais into a foot soldier that rounded the corner. “More the merrier, why not?” Leonardo groans sarcastically as a whole group of the foot runs into them with a shocked look. Both Raphael and Leonardo look at each other before lunging to take down the obviously surprised group of foot soldiers. It was weird. It seems like the foot wasn't suspecting to find the turtles. Like they were preoccupied. Or escaping. Leonardo slices a foot soldier and kicks him away with a growl. That is until he’s knocked to the ground by a foot soldier. He hits the ground hard and grabs the foot soldier off of him to punch his windpipe. He turns to where the foot soldier was thrown at him. His hardened scowl turning into shock

Raphael’s eyes widen. He saw it in slow motion. The foot soldier lifting his arm to stab Leonardo in the neck. “Leo!” Raphael roars as Leonardo is looking off in the distance. Raphael growls as he jumps and lands his large foot on the foot soldier's wrist smashing the bones as the knife drops from the hand. His sias piercing into the sternum with a sick crunch. “Where’s yer head fearless?” Raphael spits out before Leonardo grabs Raphael and sprints back out the alley.

Leonardo couldn’t help but be distracted. He groaned as he saw her. ‘Another fucking mutant?’ It was hard to peel away. She had a shocked expression as she locked eyes with him. She hurriedly got off the foot soldier she straddled. Her hands lifting to her face and glowing a light blue hue as she bent her right leg into a low position. ‘Is she fucking glowing?’ That’s when Raphael suddenly came into view and broke Leonardo from his daze. “Fuck” Leonardo says through grit teeth.

She isn’t following them. Good. Both Raphael and Leonardo scale the alley wall and rush back to China Town where the manhole to the lair is.

I know what I saw that night, it was predatory. Those glowing white eyes.The same eyes that are my own. lean back on my hands with an audible sigh after cleaning my wounds. I look at my window lazily watching the raindrops run down the glass. Lightning strikes and lights up the clouds every so often, allowing me a glimpse at the nighttime scenery. “How will I ever find you again?” I mumble out loud to myself. I get up and quickly glimpse at the mirror in the small but cozy room I have in the underground lab of the TCRI building. I strip out of an oversized t-shirt, the only type of shirts that feel comfortable over my shell. I stare at my green skin, my soft plastron, the way my plastron shapes over my breasts. I look over at the small night stand and tear up. The fashion magazine’s cover is a blonde hair bombshell and I sigh and flex my arms with knit eyebrows. I wasn’t made to look pretty.

I have always known I was different. Growing up the only turtle amongst the foot and Krang scientists, I knew I wasn’t a normal kid. Not human. And TCRI made me really popular for that reason. Since my mutation I was actually raised by the foot faction that circulated in New York. My sensei was Hattori Tatsu, who taught me the basics. Balancing my chi, different hakas, and of course meditation. Until Master Shredder authorized partnership with TCRI for their Krang scientist to experiment on me when I was around thirteen. All in the name of The Foot's glory and a stronger future of deadlier ninjas. That’s how I got my powers and why I fought against the Foot tonight. They wanted to take me back home before my twenty-first birthday.

I growl and smash the mirror as blue encompasses my fist. My teeth grit as I whimper. ”Now they care about me?“

[boxfullaturtles]

Turtle Only coms are open again cause my brain is still in the sewer and I wanna draw your turtles!

Best with Rise and 2003, but I can do 2019 Batman vs TMNT too! Still practicing with Mutant Mayhem but will do my best if that's what you want.

I also have adopts on my Toyhouse and do tarot readings with a variety of decks.

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[yuna542]

[1.]

~About Kooks and Pogues~

Pairing: JJ Maybank × Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs, That’s it!

Taglist: Open

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year after a family tragedy and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Lies, dark secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Notes: That’s a series I’m working on and off for like three years now. I hope you’ll enjoy it

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Ain't shady baby, I'm hot

Like the prodigal son

Pick a petal, eenie meenie minie mo, and flower

You're the chosen one

The music was loud, the sound of the sea was pleasant and the sun warmed the faces of the young people who were on the large beach of the Outer Banks. One of the typical beach parties was held there this Wednesday. The vacations had begun and so the beach was full of Teenagers, tired of sitting still all day in a grey classroom, eager to have fun and forget about homework, exams and pressure on choosing the right College.

You didn't understand the Outer Banks if you didn't know the structure, as there were distinct differences not only among the Outer Banks youth. While some needed three jobs to survive, others owned three houses.

The Pogues, as a group of young people called themselves, had organized the ongoing party and quickly the beach had been filled by young people of all background’s. With the warm weather, most of the Teen’s were magically drawn to the sea and on the small island there were not that much other options to party and spend the night.

"Stop it!" exclaimed Pope, as a cloud of herbal smoke was blown in his face by his buddy. Pope was the most intelligent of the group and sometimes really strange. But that didn't bother his friends. Quite the opposite.

The blond who was now laughing and taking another drag on the joint was JJ. He was an excellent surfer and the troublemaker in the group. In fact he got very often into trouble and loved to provoke. But his friends always helped him out of it. Literally out of anything.

John B toasted the girl sitting next to him in the sand. He was the free spirit and adventurer of the group. He always came up with new ideas on how they could pass the time, even if they were not always so legal.

The girl with the dark curls and sun-kissed skin was Kiara. She was the only one who did not come from a poor background, and even belonged to the richer families. Still, she much preferred hanging out with the Pogues and didn't care much about possessions and wealth. Instead, she was a do-gooder who preferred saving turtles over going shopping. She loved to smoke a joint on the large glazed patio of the Chateau, that has a view of the backyard and the marsh with the guys, instead of talking about the newest season of the new reality show with her girlfriends.

The four of them laughed and teased each other as they drank beer and gradually more and more people came to the beach to party.

"Guys, I swear it will be incredible! We should really go out and surf on the other side“, JJ started the same topic as the day before all over again. His eyes were filled with energy and he couldn’t sit still.

"No, that's way too dangerous. The storms there are unpredictable and in the end no one will find us if we get in trouble," Kiara fended off and Pope immediately agreed with her.

"That's the thrill of it, isn't it? Dude the waves are going to be huge for sure! John B, you're up for it, aren't you? Don’t let me down, Bro!“

It sounded more like a statement than a question. Waiting, he looked at his best friend, who took off his cap, then put it back on, a gentle smile on his lips. The freckles on his cheeks glowing.

"Well, I’m in. Sounds like fun."

"Nice!" escaped JJ, while Kiara just shook her head in annoyance. Then Pope suddenly raised his eyes and seemed to spot something at the edge of the dune. As JJ and Kiara continued to argue, John B also noticed what he was looking at.

"Guys, the Kooks!" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

"That's exactly what we needed..." sighed Kiara sarcastically, and JJ stood up, beer in hand, to get a better look. Already tense and ready to throw himself in a fight. John stood next to him while Pope and Kiara remained seated. Both were already dreading another confrontation between JJ and the hated rich Kooks.

"That's Topper and Sarah," John B stated, to which Kiara just raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Someone else is coming," Pope remarked, and sure enough:

Behind Sarah Cameron, the current Kook princess and her boyfriend, two more people appeared.

"That's Rafe, but who the hell is that girl?" now asked Kiara, stretching her neck curiously.

"I don't know, but she's hot," JJ muttered, staring with John B in the direction where the Kooks were now walking across the beach.

"Hot as hell," John B added overwhelmed, continuing to watch the girl.

She had raven black hair that fell in many small curls over her shoulders, shimmering like wet ink in the sun. Her skin was tanned and possessed a bronze glow. She was not particularly tall, but slender and of athletic build, so even Pope looked curiously in her direction.

JJ's gaze was still wandering over her body when she had already turned to face them.

"Isn't that Skylar?" gasped Kiara, who was now staring in disbelief.

"Sky Diaz?" asked John B, elbowing JJ in the side as the Kooks moved closer to get him to stop staring. Topper had an arm around Sarah while the new girl chatted boisterously with Rafe. Her unusual appearance made her stand out from the blonde Kooks, and her style of dress was also quite different.

She wore a plaid pleated skirt that reached halfway down her thighs and loose white top, barely covering her belly and slim waist, with her black bikini top peeking through. She looked like she had been pulled straight out of an 80's rock and roll movie. JJ instantly was reminded of those musical-films Kiara forced them to watch, in which all of the guys had ridiculous hairstyles but the women always looked mysteriously beautiful.

"Is that really her? Diaz moved to Nassau over one year ago, didn't she?" pondered Pope aloud.

"Maybe she's vacationing here?" speculated John B.

Kiara shook her head.

"No, not after everything that happened. You don't take a vacation on Kildare after an incident like that. She must be living here again."

Now the Kooks were within range and looking around. Rafe gave the Pogues a disparaging look and Topper also stared warningly at JJ. Up close, it was now clear that Skylar Diaz was indeed standing in front of them. The amber eyes and full red lips were unmistakable. Even though she had changed considerably and her figure had become more feminine.

Even back then Sky had been pretty, but now they could see she had grown into a unbelievable beautiful young woman. JJ always hated the fact that she had everything. She was rich, adored and freaking beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

"Looks like you're going to have to give up your throne again, Cameron!" now JJ called out to Sarah, who just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"The same rats as before," Rafe remarked, pointing at the Pogues as if they were animals behind a glass in the zoo.

Sky smirked mildly and regarded the Pogues briefly. Her gaze lingered a second longer on the cheeky blond, and it was then that she recognized him.

"What are you doing back here?" now asked Kie coolly, who had now also stood up. Back then Sarah, Sky and she had been best friends. But then she had moved away after the incident and the friendship between Sarah and Kie broke like thin glass.

"I'm living here again. My stepfather found new work on Kildare," she explained tersely, trying to ignore JJ's piercing gaze.

However, he put on an uninterested expression. Yea she was fuming hot and seemed to be even more confident and charming, but after all, she was still a stupid Kook. Her family was even richer than the Camerons and she was even more arrogant than all the rest thrown together, so she had been the leader of the Kooks back then and JJ's personal nemesis. The hatred between the Pogues and the Kooks had been current before, too. All Kooks thought the Pogues were filthy scum and the Pogues had the same opinion of the rich Kooks.

She tossed her hair back and turned around without saying another word to them. As if they weren't worthy of her attention. Then she walked over to the rest of the Kooks and was greeted with delight.

The evening took its course and there was drinking, laughing and dancing. Music blared from several speakers brought in by a couple of Kooks.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sand, so that it was still warm even when it had long since sunk into the sea like a long lost wreck.

The Pogues were chatting animatedly with others from the Cut and JJ was drinking with a couple of tourists. A typical evening, as it had been so many times before, but the arrival of the Kook Princess, the royalty of Kildare, soon stirred up more than just a lot of sand, and JJ had a feeling that this summer was not going to be as ordinary as they had originally thought.

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[2.]

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[sageourplanetmeow]

FREE COMISSIONS

Ahem, so I have decided that in preparation for the possibility that I do commissions as part of a future job that I am going to practice doing that but for free. So the floor is open, go nuts with it! Basically go on the thing on my blog that says ‘Free Comissions’ and request something if you want.

It can be: a short comic, sketch or art piece and you can choose whether I do it on paper or digitally. For comics, there may be some possibility that I make an animatic but it would have to be relatively simple since I am still not that good at that. Practice would be nice though :>

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Stuff I Would NOT Like To Do:

NSFW

Revealing outfits

Right wing propaganda

Discriminatory/offensive content

Heavy HEAVY gore

Smut

18+

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

x… I don’t know how to say it but you know x reader but it’s in art

Things I Would Prefer To Do:

Hazbin Hotel

Arcane

Lego Monkey Kid

VAT7K

Tangled The Series

Helluva Boss

The Owl House

MLP Gen 4 (preferably as humans but I’ll take a swing at their pony forms even if it’s difficult)

The Ghost And Molly McGee

The Amazing Digital Circus

Carmen Sandiego

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (the mutes would be difficult to draw especially Scarlamagne but I’d still be cool with trying)

Octonauts/Octonauts: Above & Beyond

Ducktales (either ducks or human versions would be fine)

Sophia The First (sue me Cedric is great)

Secret Life Of Boys (It’s a BBC thing)

Wallace and Gromit (it would have to be comical though because I don’t know how easy angst would be to draw)

The Emperors New Groove

Ramshackle

Lackadaisy

Steven Universe

Heartstopper

Dodger (the BBC series)

Hercules (Disney)

DC Superhero Girls (preferably the newer ones)

Thunderbirds (1960, I mean they’re puppets so it would be hard but I like them so)

Sherlock Holmes (black and white one or the BBC series)

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I find them hard to draw but I love Donatello so I would do my best)

Moral Orel (I haven’t drawn anyone from there yet so it might take some experimenting but again this would be cool to do)

Murder Most Unladylike

Greek Myths

Picture Of Dorian Grey

Hermitcraft

Empires SMP

FNAF Security Breach (preferably Sun and Moon)

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Tangled The Series

Disney Movies I dunno

Circe (by Madeline Miller) and the Odyssey

The Wizard Of Ozz

Cats (animals)

Sharks (less easy)

Mushrooms

Minecraft Buildings but drawn

Your OCs

My OCs

Self-Inserts

Redesigns

Designs for certain concepts

Ships

Fanart

Fluff

Angst

Fanart of fan fictions/covers/illustrations for them (they might not be a consistent thing)

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Digital drawing of two ROTTMNT ocs, Dro and Beatrice, sitting together on a porch swing. Both are humanoid turtles. Dro was originally part of the technodrome but now is a Donnie look alike, with yellowish orange eyes. Her face bears marking that resemble the color and shape of Donnie's purple mask and silver goggles. She has various tentacle like patterns across her skin and plastron. Beatrice is also krang but looks more similar to that species, entirely pink aside from her yellow eyes. They sit together on a purpleish grey porch swing, Beatrice leaning against Dro's side and looking up at her. Dro has her hand on Bea's head, and looks down at them. The porch swing is facing in towards a concrete patio, colored pale green. A support beam is in the corner of the patio, a similar shade of green and with small stars covering it. Behind Dro and Bea is a forest, with the trees in shades of purple, blue, and grey. End I.D.]

@onejellyfishplease I almost forgot to post this here too but anyway, happy late birthday again lol

[kohyuuu]

new ocs ! started: 2/3/25 finished: 2/6/25

im feeling really fucking sick rn and i think i have the flu so here is the kinda long awaited introductions to my three new ocs x

was going to add at least 1-2 more hcs for scarlett but im experiencing brain fog rn

anyway enjoy !

as always, androgynous reader <3

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(more undercut !)

elias dunstan rivera 🐢🎧🇵🇭 (based off of rise donatello)

- he’s a philippine forest turtle

- he’s in 2 honors classes and is in ap psychology which he absolutely hates and loves

- has adhd! (inattentive type) you have to comfort him because his meds don’t work sometimes/take a while to kick in

- has an x-men hyperfixation !! (ares suggestion!)

- quiet. he’s a shy fella. will talk his head off to you over tv shows, movies and fandoms tho !!

- owns grey sony headphones (weirdly specific ik HELP) that he wears on his head or around his neck

- loves hugs (especially from you <333), just make sure to ask him first incase he’s overstimulated. he’s very indifferent to touch but doesn’t mind it when he isn’t overwhelmed

- doesn’t have a lot of friends, except for you and a few other people

- if you two are dating, he would feel insecure given how shy he is, and he feels like he wouldn’t be a good boyfriend but you reassure him he is and always will be ❤️

- kinda hates walking in the hallways at school bc it’s really loud and it overwhelms him sometimes 😕

- he is of filipino descent!!

- some people tell him he kinda looks like rottmnt’s donatello and he’s like “who??” and then they show a pic of him and he’s like “ohhh… yea we do kinda look alike ngl” HELP ME

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finley singh 🐯🤼🇮🇳

- he is a bengal tiger!!

- has average grades in his classes at school (do NOT ask him about math please x)

- for an apex predator, his name doesn’t sound that threatening

- like when you think of the name finley, you wouldn’t think of a literal tiger that looks like he would beat you up in the parking lot…. 😞

- he’s on your school’s wrestling team !! he’ll jump people for you if they’re being mean to you dw x (AND ITS ON SIGHT 😛)

- finley is of indian descent :33

- he’s a soft spoken person but sometimes his voice comes out high and awkwardly loud whenever he speaks

- plays fortnite and fall guys

- owns the hatsune miku skin on fortnite and is a freaking god on fall guys

- if you two are dating, i feel like he’d be an amazing boyfriend but also a really annoying one

- he would try to find you the second he gets out of the locker room so he can walk home with you/however you get home if you’re still at school

- finley’s also the type to give big bear hugs whether you’re a close friend or his s/o, he’ll back off if you’re uncomfy ofc !!

- he chuffs when you guys hug btw and its loud af and he might pounce on you so be careful LMFAO

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scarlett avery ellis 🌹🤠🇺🇸

- human!! she is black <3

- she also has adhd (combined-type) and is hyperfixated on american/cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic and music!! ❤️

- her grades in school are also average, but you and her have study dates together if you two are dating <3

- has a big american flag in her room!! she also has a corkboard with everything american/cowbody related on it in the style of an early 2000s rom-com where the character plans out something on their corkboard or smth?? (idk if y’all are getting my reference but i hope yk LMAO)

- randomly sings the intro song from american dad when she’s around you and/or some friends LMFAOO

- is best friends with elias!! you and him met thanks to her <3

- if you two are dating, i feel like scarlett would be a loving girlfriend, you guys would just do everything together (depending on your comfort). she has moments where she’s overstimulated or overwhelmed bc of something, so you’re always there for her xx <3

- she’s really big on slime rancher (first and second game), like every time you would come over to her place to hang out the first thing you see her doing when you go into her room she’s playing slime rancher on her pc 😞

- plays a lot of pj sekai. the group she chose was wonderland showtime!! (the group i chose once 😛)

- owns rdr2 on steam !!!!!! (she has over 55+ hours on it)

2/17/25 edit: SPECIAL THANKS TO MY GOOD FRIEND @ares-shithole-writing-blog !!1!1!1! he helped me come up with a few of the facts for these lovely characters xxxx

[mermmarie]

There's also a now-deleted post that inspired me to make my own small series on, erm, how the bay boys would hold your hand in bed(as all couples do!!!! Sfw handholding) and idk if it sounds fucking cringe but instead of some grey yn hands I am making them poc bc of you(I remember ur OCs? It's so long ago I forgor- and how you've mentioned not enough poc stuff in tmnt. I mean I likely would've done it regardless, I have like 3 white OCs out of 40, but wanted you to know it's with you in mind)

Bonnie is my only oc for the Bayverse (and Rise). Although I think you might be confusing the inserts in this post as my ocs? Or possibly Aida who is @/seafoamtaffy's oc.

Regardless!

You bring up something I've wanted to talk about for ages but have been reluctant to actually discuss because... well...

I was afraid of being stereotyped as the 'over dramatic black woman' just because I'm black and speaking out about black/poc matters.

But fuck it. Lets finally get into it.

I would love it if you made brown/colored Y/N's or inserts in your post because the representation is lacking. Specially in the TMNT fandom which is somewhat ironic because I think a lot would agree that the turtles take a lot from, or have adopted a decent amount of black/poc culture.

I get the whole point of Y/N's, readers, and inserts is quite literally within the names. It's supposed to be whoever is consuming the media right? But... There is just... something so inherently white about how it's usually done.

I don't know if non-poc see it like I do. Probably not. But even when I come across the grey colored y/n drawings I immediately interpret them as white.

Would it exclude a majority of fans if you made your y/n's, inserts, readers brown or poc? Yeah. Welcome to our world. We have to suspend our disbelief nearly all the time when it comes to stuff like this.

But you don't how much it means to us when we're actually represented in our favorite media.

Ultimately I can't force anyone to do anything about it. But maybe voicing my thoughts about this will make others more considerate. Who knows?

Thanks for thinking of me. 🤎

[chil-aglia]

I am obsessed with your OC as cowboys and I just need to ask…can you make headcanons on what they do for a living in the Wild West? And just headcanons in general about them in the cowboy AU??

You have no idea what you just done—

OF COURSE I’LL MAKE HEADCANONS!

pls note that I am not entirely educated on the whole cowboy and Wild West thing, I’m just going off based on what I have already read in other fanfics and light searching on google—

What do they do in the Wild West? (Gonna be short since it’s just their job)

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Adriaen

I feel like he wouldn’t be part of the turtle's gang since he was a child. Ya feel me?

In fact, Adriaen started off as a crook. A criminal. Maybe nothing too intense, but he did steal to survive and got into all sorts of troubles.

But then after meeting the others, he turned a new leaf and became an officer of the law, joining the brothers who were all law enforcers, Leo being the Marshall.

Ronin

Absolutely a criminal. One of the baddest there is. He’s killed, stole, threatened and has gotten into all kinds of trouble

He’s part of a gang, but it’s the kind of gang that they don’t need to be all together to do their crimes. If anything, it’s more of an organisation that is run by some of the top tier criminals there is in the west.

Ronin is one of the more slippery ones to catch, so he’s always on the run. But that’s fine with him, it makes his life exciting.

Giovanni

Owns a horse ranch and keeps his father company.

He does also help with law enforcement when one of his brothers is either sick or out of commission to work, and he’s like the brief replacement for one of his brothers for the time being

But most of the time he stays on the family ranch and just relaxes (the guy needs it after all the shit he’s been through)

Three

Another criminal. But he’s maybe even worse than Ronin. He’s like a mystery, and some don’t even know he exists until they see him do his thing.

Is also part of the same organisation/gang that Ronin is part of, but he takes direct orders from one of the top tier villains. Anything they say for Three to do? He’ll do it no questions asked.

He does act on his own sometimes if he’s bored. But most of the time, he is on the down-low so he’s hard to track down

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General Headcanons

Adriaen

His position is more of a spy in the team. Since Adriaen has had experience in terms of getting information, he’ll use what he knows to get the required information before redirecting what he has learned to his team (Leo, Donnie, Raph and Mikey)

Rides a chestnut gelding named Monty

Leo got him his first horse when he was officially welcomed to the family/team

He deeply regrets all the troubles he caused in his past and does what he can to atone in any way.

Leo obviously has a crush on him, but Adriaen doesn’t notice it (what a surprise, I say with sarcasm)

Good at close combat, he has a knife hidden in his boot, so he’d surprised his opponents

Ronin

Has been trouble since day 1. Didn’t have the best of life when he was a child, and saw and did some things that will change anyone

Has been on the radar for a while for Leo’s team, as Ronin makes it a show to get under their skin the most

He and Leo have this kind of rivalry going? Idk, hard to explain but they try to outsmart each other a lot. Ronin is also quite a gambler, on both his life and at a table.

Ronin may be a criminal, but he has morals and sometimes he even teams up with Leo’s squad & helps them out of a tight spot, but then he’s back on the road before anyone could question him

Rides a grey mare called Ghost. He saved her from an abusive owner and is quite attached to his companion.

Also, a really good marksman. Able to shoot anything that comes his way and rarely misses

Giovanni

Was in jail for a very long time for a crime he didn’t commit. A murder was placed upon him by two guys he used to work for. He had only recently been free by Leo who pardoned him and gave him back his freedom.

Feels more relaxed at the family ranch, but Leo has told him he is free to come work with him and his brothers. But Giovanni always declines.

That being said, he would help out in any other way if his brothers really needed him. He’ll fill in for a bit before returning backing to attending the ranch.

Great at hunting. And tracking.

Has a buckskin mustang gelding who he calls Rusty. He raised him since Rusty was a colt, so they have a close bond.

Doesn’t like leaving the comfort of the ranch, unless it’s for a job that Leo needs him on.

Three

Was stolen away by his family when he was a baby. Had no idea he even had brothers, let alone a twin.

Has been through the trenches for real. Faced with death every day and brutal training and punishments growing up. Now he’s just a hollow mutant that follows orders because he doesn’t want to upset his boss.

The quickest at pulling his gun out. And quite skilled with a gun in general.

He and Ronin don’t get along. (He actually just doesn’t like Ronin cause Ronin likes to annoy him whenever they see each other for work)

Has a black stallion he calls Spirit that he tamed when he was a teenager.

Very good at combat. Pretty much an all-rounder at anything.

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You have no idea how much these silly cowboy mutants make me feel—

[rose-of-oz]

FAKE MOVIE MEME → REQUESTED BY @miss-galaxy-turtle

Dead, Alive, or In Between; Western, action, heist; starring Amber Grey and David Castañeda.

Buddy Rojas (Castañeda), a notorious thief and gunslinger, is betrayed and left for dead by his so-called partners while attempting to steal ten thousand dollars from a corrupt oil baron. Beaten down and without any friends, Rojas stumbles into Gravestown, Arizona, a tiny place which, by a terribly lucky coincidence, has a bad history with and collective grudge against the very baron he had attempted to steal from. While recuperating from his ordeal, Rojas develops an unexpected friendship with Rosie Browne (Grey), the mistress of the town’s brothel, and, determined to get his revenge, schemes with her to take the oil baron down for good and steal the money back from his betrayers.

“You sure you wanna do this? You could always settle down here, make yourself a good life. You don’t have to back to gunslingin’.”

“Honey, I’m pretty literally a dead man walkin’. I’ve got the element ‘a surprise, and I intend to use it to make sure those bastards rue the day they decided to cross me. Now, are you in with me or aren’t ya?”

“Oh, trust me, I’m all in. Now let’s make my little town proud and take some sumbitches down.”

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom,

@auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs,

@reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations,

@stanshollaand, @ginnystilinski-reblogs,

@luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @oneirataxia-girl,

@arrthurpendragon, @surebrecs, @gabbysdawsons,

@dancingsunflowers-ocs, @eddysocs, @stelstellakidd,

@manyfandomocs, @lapinaquarelle, @partiallypearl, @welcometotheocverse,

@juliaswickcrs.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - The Director

Oh, I had been waiting for this one! So, without further ado, meet one of the main antagonists of Supernova Initiative, the head of the Junction's science department, a renowned politician and incredibly sadistic bioengineer, The Director.

☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

An egotistical, sadistic, and cold-hearted scientist, The Director, otherwise known as Dr. Darius Merrik, is the celebrated head of the Junction's science and bioengineering department but also is one of the most important figureheads of the galactic government and a billionaire beloved by the media and the public. However, behind that philantrophic facade, lies a cruel, brutal man willing to go to inhuman lengths to get what he wants in the name of progress, and who does indeed love a good challenge, even if said challenge means playing a game of cat-and-mouse with the unlucky young intergalactic thief that got caught in his web.

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 56

Current Role - Antagonist, one of the Main Villains

Appearance - Darius is a tall, imposing man who is disturbingly strong for someone who spends most of his days closed off in his secret lab. He has short to medium-length grey-white hair and sharp blue eyes, as well as an often feline-like smirk that Jack is viscerally terrified/disturbed by. He wears stylish yet practical clothes, often opting for an impeccable, stark white suit over a coal-black turtle neck shirt, with white pants, and white shoes.

Picrew

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 3w4

✶ MBTI: INTJ

Occupation: Billionaire, Politician, Scientist, Head of the Junction's Science Department, Torturer (secretly)

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Station Nexus

Sexuality: Unknown, but likely (from what little information is known about the 'real him') straight or bisexual.

☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Birth To My Creation - Frankenstein, The Musical

Within the flesh a force resides If it could only be controlled If sleeping sparks could somehow be revived Think of the awe-inspiring power we would hold [...] I could spare the world the anguish Of loved ones taken in their prime The glory of a brave new world Will someday soon be mine [...] My endless days of study and toil Are finally near fruition The world will be forever changed By history's physician

The King of Villains/When I Said I Was Evil - Voltaire

When I said I was evil What did you think that meant? Didn't mean that I was naughty Or haughty Or slightly irreverent; When I said I was evil What did you think that implied? That I'm careless with the truth? How uncouth Dear God, did you think I lied?! [...] When you're truly evil It's so much fun It's kind of like a game Where some get maimed While you look out for number one

Confrontation - Les Miserables

You must think me mad I've hunted you across the years Men like you can never change A man such as you Men like me can never change My duty's to the law, you have no rights Now the wheel has turned around [...] Dare you talk to me of crime And the price you had to pay Every man is born in sin

A Story Told - Count Of Monte Cristo (Musical)

There are ends we've all got That can justify the means We negotiate Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes Keeping all the details vague And secrets hidden Safe on the balanced sheet of those you trust Because, history is a story told by the winners of the fightYou imply a little Lie a little [...] So we all are agreed Let's be vigilant and wise We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies [...] What if the cost is just one young man so three more can survive? He's a price we have to pay To live and fight another day for love and glory He was standing in the way of precious justice set on sail So goes the story

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: the director #oc: darius merrik

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!