#ask. about the mun.

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Relationship Headcanons

Being in a relationship with Jiro would require a large amount of patience at first. Given his lack of social awareness, he would often need to be told what you need from him. You would need to sit him down and have a conversation about what kind of affection you like as he often just does what he's told. Finding out what he likes would take a bit of exploring. He rarely thinks of his own needs, so it's likely he doesn't even know what he wants. Once he does figure things out, you'll find him just going for what he wants, within reason. Don't be surprised if hugs and kisses come out of nowhere. He might pull you to sit on his lap or carry you someplace where he can keep you to himself. Jiro takes the path of least resistance, so be sure to tell him what you're not okay with. He will do his absolute best to commit it to memory. The goober sometimes forgets his own strength, so you may find your feet leaving the floor more often than you think. After a while, you'd begin to wonder if it's an accident or if he's lifting you on purpose. I think once he gets a taste of physical affection, he'll start to crave it. He'll hold you close while you're snuggled up together and he's reading a book. He'll start absently playing with your hair or leaning on you. He might even reach for your hand if you're close enough and otherwise unoccupied. The feeling of your warmth is a pleasure that he seeks over and over again. He tends to run a little cold in his extremities, so brace yourself for cold hands. Once he knows what you like, he will dote on you as much as he can. He has a hard time expressing emotion, so he compensates with these acts to make sure you felt as loved and appreciated as you make him feel. If there's ever a proposal, don't expect any grand, sweeping gestures. One day, when he feels it to be the appropriate timing, he'll just bring it up as casually as asking what's for dinner. He doesn't see the need for anything else when it's just a simple question. If you end up saying no, it wouldn't hurt his feelings any. He'd simply conclude it's not the right time and try again later (unless you explicitly say marriage isn't in the cards). Patience will still be required as he has a chronic illness. He'll need frequent treatments. He can't eat or drink anything without assistance. He gets sick easily. His wounds reopen frequently. Even so, he tries to work and make you happy, so it might become your job to make sure he gets rest. He can be easily coerced back into bed with some cuddles if he's not feeling well though. I'll make a separate post for the NSFW stuff once I figure that out.

[spotofmummery]

[splatoonusna]

Anyone got any tips for the Recycled Brella? Like best abilities, tips for fighting w/ it, ect. I've been trying to mess with it recently finally

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

DCA venom au

Chapter 1

The one where the reader goes out hiking and stargazing, but things take an unexpected turn.

alien DCA x human Reader (qpr)

Warnings: pessimistic thoughts, thoughts of death(not graphic), thoughts of war(not graphic), description of sickness

This would be just another day of your life. Would be, if you didn't take a few days off to go hiking in the nearest forest. What were you even doing here? The ground is hard, the campfire smells not as good as people say it does, the forest creatures make all sorts of noises.

And the freaking s'more is just a sticky, sugary disappointment.

You lick your fingers, trying to clean up the sticky goo of the burned marshmallow. Your fingers taste gross. You abandon all hope and go for some baby wipes to deal with it.

A good question. What were you doing out here, so far away from civilization and your favorite small grocery shop that has this wild variety of instant noodles? You wouldn't even consider going away from your work, but this coworker wouldn't stop nagging you. Something about "very good thing happening", or how did she say it? Doesn't matter. She shouldn't be so much into those fancy cards.

A small breath left your lips, the night air was crisp and fresh, making your body shiver a bit. You move a bit closer to the campfire.

This whole trip was a big waste of time, the comfortable routine you've carved for yourself was ruined, and now you also had dirt under your nails.

The night wind blew softly, making the trees and bushes rustle. Almost sounds like a whisper. Or steps of an animal. Spooky.

You wondered for a moment if there were wild animals here. That'd be a dumb way to die: perish only because you didn't check if there were bears or wolves or something else in this area. Not that you'd care if you died. Nor would anyone really. You felt bad for the poor soul that would find your b-

You bite on the fried mushroom and burn your tongue. You hiss, snapping from the dark thoughts and covering your mouth with a hand as if it's gonna help you somehow. You really should learn to wait sometimes.

Fried sausage. Fried potatoes. Fried mushrooms. S'mores. What else do you remember hearing other people eat during camping? … You couldn't remember. Oh well. You were full anyway.

The night sky was clear. Some white dots were visible even when you were sitting next to the campfire. After some thinking, you decided that you don't want to skip the stargazing and threw a blanket over yourself.

You settled on the ground a few meters from the fire. Air felt so much colder already.

But the stars? Oh, they were beautiful.

Your eyes had gazed upon this vast nothingness filled with sparks of light. The human frame so tiny and insignificant in comparison. And yet it felt like this nothingness wanted to crash down at you like a tidal wave. To pull you in, to swallow you whole, to have you amongst its tiny dots.

It was breathtaking, to say the least.

You were alone. So, so alone. All these stars were alone. Millions and billions years away from each other. From you. You were far, far away from everyone. So far away for so long.

You wondered if you still had your light.

Another soft sigh left your lips and the world went dark for a few long seconds.

You tried so, so hard to not let your thoughts drift off and spiral. You were alone and there were a lot of ways to do what the voices in your head would tell you. You didn't want to ruin the day of some random ranger.

You opened your eyes, meeting the stars above once more.

Wait, was it just you or one of the stars became brighter? And bigger too. What's-

In a blink of an eye, the flash brightened the sky before disappearing just as fast. The air shook and made you jump when a loud BANG exploded somewhere to your side.

The war had started, you thought. A missile must've misfired and fallen in the forest. In a few moments you'll be covered by the energy wave, or whatever it's called, and you'll be gone. And no one will know you were here and became one of the victims. You closed your eyes once again, waiting for the worst.

One second. Two. … Minute. Two minutes…

Why is it taking so long?

You opened your eyes when you smelled the scent of burned wood.

A faint, barely visible trail of smoke followed from the depths of the woods. You didn't notice how your body moved on its own. You got up to your feet and went where the smoke was coming from.

Earth was soft and a bit creaky under your shoes. Little pebbles clanked softly with each step you took. You went deeper into the woods, led only by the faint smell of burning. Then, you saw it. The tops of the trees ahead were broken. The black tainted the torn branches. You followed the trail of damaged trees until you stumbled upon….a rock.

You blinked.

The rock was neatly sitting in the crevice of its own making. Some grass around it still had some splashes of red in it, you quickly made your way to step on those sparks. You didn't want animals to die in the fire. The ground was warm, you could feel it even through your shoes. In the dim moonlight you could see clouds of steam come off the rock.

That's when it hit you.

That wasn't a missile. That was a meteor. Or a comet. Or an asteroid. You never learned the difference. It didn't matter anyway. There was a freaking space rock right in front of you. A real rock, right from the skies above. As real as can be.

You could hold in a little squeal of happiness that left your throat.

You quickly stepped closer to this big space rock to take a closer look. You couldn't see it too well, since you failed in being logical and didn't bring a flashlight or your phone. The moon light was all you had.

It had a bunch of holes in it, kinda reminded you of a sponge. You hesitated before touching it, just to see what kind of texture-

You, once again, failed as a human being, as you touched the scolding hot space rock that burned grass around it. Good job.

But you still were able to feel some of it. It was weirdly smooth, like pebbles or glass shards that were left in a moving water for long. You weren't sure what it meant, but guess smooth is better than sharp. You'd be burned and cut. How fun it would be...

....

So, you saw something fall from the sky, but it's not like there's any danger or anything. Go back to the camp and enjoy the last few hours of your trip, right?

Wrong.

You wanted that space rock.

That space rock was calling for your weird fascination with cool rocks. And how cool would that be to have a literal space rock in your collection.

There's only one small problem.

This rock is half your size.

You stood there, looking this boulder over and trying to come up with a way to get it home so it could be a part of your collection. You clearly couldn't bring the whole thing, but maybe you'd be able to bring a piece?..

Oh, what if it's one of these cool rocks that people smash open to reveal pretty crystals inside. Geode, was it? You'd probably die from happiness if that was what it was.

You grabbed the nearest branch that looked sturdy enough. First time it hit the rock with a quiet knock. You hit harder. Nothing happens. You hit once again. The branch breaks, almost hitting you in the face.

Okay, so a stick won't work. Maybe another rock will?

You quickly find a rather big rock with sharp edges. You hold it securely with both hands as you take a stand.

Breathe in. Smash. Again, breathe in. Smash. Once more, breathe in. SMASH.

The boulder cracked loudly and you dropped your tool to pry it open, cursing the hot surface. But there were no crystals inside.

It looked as if you tore a sponge apart, the holes you saw on the surface went all the way through the rock. It was black on the inside. Wait, is it wet?-

....

You woke up when the sun was right above your head, effectively blinding you. You sat up, looking around. You were right where you were stargazing at night. All your stuff just as you left it, you even had your blanket on.

What a weird dream. But no time to dwell on it, you didn't like wasting time out here. Touching grass and watching nature wasn't enough to solve all your problems. You need your job and the comfort of your routine.

Stuffing some leftover fried mushrooms and potatoes in yourself as a breakfast, you quickly gather up your belongings and clean up after yourself. The trip back is long, but uneventful, except some dizziness you felt closer to the end. But you never moved so much before, so you figured that was as normal as seeing dark circles when you stand up a bit too quickly.

Surely, when you make it home, take a shower and have a good 18 hour long nap in your bed you'll be fine. And the management would be so happy to know that one of their nameless employees that took a week off would return only after a couple of days.

….

You make it home in a cold sweat. Your limbs feel like they're made out of overcooked pasta, you're dizzy as if you took a few turns of riding on a rollercoaster and you feel so sick that you think all your inner workings want to escape your body and leave you behind as an empty shell. The work can wait, looks like you've got severe food poisoning.

Damn mushrooms, you knew you shouldn't have trusted them.

The next day comes and goes in a haze. Time doesn't exist as you fall asleep and wake up a dozen times.

You tried eating, but anything that entered your mouth was pushed out by your raging stomach, so you were hanging only on water and bread. You cursed the mushrooms you ate on your trip for a hundredth time as you stood on your knees in front of the toilet bowl.

You'll never accept any food from the coworker that is into taro cards.

You're barely able to stand up to wash your face and mouth, hoping to get rid of the bitter taste. You splash some cold water on your face and then-

"How long is it gonna last?"

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. You glanced around, paranoid that someone was in the bathroom with you, but you were alone.

"We can't eat, I'm hungry."

You jumped again as a slightly different voice whined in your ear. You were still alone. There was a long pause, before you sighed and whispered. "I guess I finally lost it. I have hallucinations now..."

"Hey, we aren't hallucinations! How rude." The voice calls.

"That's what a hallucination would say." You answer into nothingness. Well, if you were loosing it, might as well make the best of it.

Your left hand moves on its own and lightly slaps you on the face.

"Real enough?" A slightly huskier voice chuckles in your head. Pain feels real. That freaks you out a bit.

"That's my hand." You protest.

"Our hand." Both voices respond.

"Am I possessed by the ghosts of the soviets?"

No answer. For an alarmingly long time.

"No." Was all they answered.

"What are you then?" You ask, wondering what your hallucinations are gonna say.

"We're yours. And you're ours."

You were too sick to deal with it, so you went to lay down in bed and continue being miserable.

"What does it even mean?" You grunt, plopping yourself onto the bed.

"That means you're stuck with us, human." The higher voice called out suspiciously cheerfully.

You just groan. "Great, I'm having food poisoning and a bad trip."

The voice in your head grumbles, as if offended that you didn't stop thinking it was just a hallucination.

"That's not actually food poisoning." The huskier one says. "That might be because of us."

"Yup, your body doesn't want us here!"

"Too bad we can't leave."

"It can't get rid of us! We're bound now!"

You groaned once again, their chirping just making your headache worse. "Can you shut up for a minute?"

"Oh, do you still feel sick?" The chirpier voice asks.

You grunt in response, rubbing your eyes.

"Hm, maybe we can help with it…"

....

You don't remember anything after that.

The only thing you knew when you opened your eyes was that your body wasn't trying to get rid of your organs anymore. When you came back into this world and checked your phone, you noticed that a day was erased from your memory. It takes you some time to process everything, but you guessed that everything was just a weird fever dream.

You turn in your bed and take the phone in other hand to scroll through the news, just to see what you missed while fighting with the sickness. You thought how odd it was that you started hearing voices. It's been a long time since you had auditory hallucinations.

Anyway, you're just glad it's over now-

"Do you feel better now?" The voice in your head calls out cheerfully.

You drop the phone on your face.

[bad-sanses-smp]

(a continuation of THIS post)

"Colour?" Killer sat up, still woozy. "What the fuck. I thought you were an enderman-" 

He suddenly saw the light from the flames on Colour's sleeve and startled. 

"Your sleeves-" Killer hurried forward, sword forgotten behind him as he tried to reach out and pat the flames out with his hands.

Colour immediately wrenched back out of instinct- his breath almost a choked gasp as he tried to blink away the memory.

"Dont-" 

Killer stopped short, looking back up in surprise. Colour stared at him. Attempting to focus more. 

"Kil..lz?"

The tense lines around Killer's squinted eyes softened at the frightened expression he saw.

"yeah. Yeah, it's me." Killer said. He reached forward again, not quite as fast, but still hurried. "Your arm's on fire-"

Colour refrained from pulling away this time; Only slightly registering Killer's words. Killer's voice calmed his nerves significantly, as his flames faded from pink to teal and green, before flinching when the other patted the flames out.

"g-Gah-"

It felt like fire in his bones erupted at the touch. Though, upon further realization and registering, he looked down to see the damage.

"..ah....."

They both looked down at the slashed bone, blood oozing steadily out of it. Some of it had smeared onto Killer's hands, and he quickly wiped it off against the endstone. It left a bloody smear instead. Killer grimaced.

"How bad is it?" Killer asked, because Colour was the doctor here, not him. "I don't know if I have anything on me to help."

He hurried to pull out all the potions from his inventory. Invisibility. Swiftness. Healing. None of them would work.

Colour sighed shakily, sitting up the best he could, trying to inspect the wound carefully.

"Uh..."

Turning his palm down, he winced

"Ulna is..uh... No longer connected to itself?"

He sighed, trying to wipe some of the blood out of the way, mumbling off-handedly; 'so that's where the blood went..'

At that moment, Killer's head darted back up. He stared at the way only half the bone twisted, the other half unnaturally still. If he pulled now, he could twist it completely off-

"Uh, bandages?" Killer blurted out. He focused back on Colour's face. "Do you- do you have bandages? We can just. wrap it. stop the bleeding."

Colour blinked, looking up at Killer before nodding with a sigh.

"I think i do, if not- it's not too big of a deal- just might hurt for a while."

Killer nodded along, shoulders slumping slightly in relief. It looked horrible. But, maybe that was just the blood making everything look worse.

Colour hummed, refraining from twisting or moving the bone, as he looked for any bandages he had on him

"So..uh. your travels been interesting?" He mumbled idly, while searching. It took Killer a second to register the question.

"My-" Killer’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He stared at Colour in awe.

"...fuck, you really are here." Killer whispered.

Colour stilled his search for a moment, looking back up at Killer.

He couldn't really focus on finding the bandages, finding it unbearable to look away from Killer's.. Relieved? Expression.. His face in general he supposed.

He chuckled a bit bewildered, not at all negatively though.

"Uh.. Yeah I guess?" he said gently. ".. Are you Okay though?"

Killer stayed still, staring wordlessly at Colour.

"You fell into the portal.” Killer said, voice taut. “And then we fought a dragon. And I couldn't find you anywhere during it." A grin suddenly snaked up his face. He laughed, more of a sharp exhale than anything else. "am I okay. Am I okay- Where the Hell did you go?"

"..dr..agon?" Colour silently stared at Killer in confusion. But he didn't want to leave Killer hanging, so he'd shelf that for now.

"Well.. When I fell in, I kind of came face to face with a weird uhm... Tall...... Thing?"

He idly scratched at his skull slightly, humming softly.

"Pretty violent uh creature?.. Fell into what I thought was neverending sky below me after it hit me heh.." Colour said.

 "And I guess hit the ground of one of these ugly coloured islands pretty hard.. Kind of hurt..a  Lot.." Colour grumbled a bit, the memory of the fall bringing some irritation.

"You fell into the void?" Killer exclaimed. A memory surged to his mind immediately.

(He fell, and fell, and fell. Never stopping, just floating endlessly in the cold. No pressure, just Limbs shaped to smooth rounded jelly. No mouth to scream. Did he ever leave-?)

Killer jolted out of his thoughts. He gave Colour another once over.

"...you must be one lucky zombie." He huffed. Then, to ignore the creeping chill he felt, he added, "Don't waste it now by bleeding out. We still need to wrap your arm."

"The Void huh?” Colour looked at Killer quizzically. “Ominous name for infinite up and down.."

Digging through his things, he took out a good enough folded amount of bandage gauze

"Ah- this will do..", Colour hummed, as he looked over his arm, turning it slightly. He bit  back the pain so he could see how he should wrap it. Before working on it carefully.

Colour sighed softly.

"I guess I am pretty lucky huh?"

"Yeah." Killer watched over Colour. It's not like he could tell if Colour was wrapping it wrong or not, but he hovered anyway. "Lucky enough to find me in the middle of nowhere- wait."

Killer suddenly straightened up. He pointed a finger at Colour. "Why the hell did you decide to tackle me? You nearly punched my lights out!"

Colour continued wrapping his arm, not answering him for a few moments, before finishing up with a huff, and tying it off tightly with a yank.

"Well I didn't intend to tackle you, I was an island away with a single, Pearl Thing that I knew could transport me."

Colour narrowed his eyesocket at the other island.

'It's farther than I realized..' He thought to himself, before looking back at Killer

"Trying to get the best aim to not end up falling into the dark again doesn't account for if I'm gonna hit you in the head or not, you know?"

He huffed. Though he seemed on edge, he wasn’t truly mad at Killer.

"Besides, Why wouldn't I punch you? You put a sword to my vertebrae."

Killer frowned.

"I didn't know it was you." He muttered. "I've been getting attacked by endermen jumping out from the fog this whole time. And if you got a pearl from killing one, then you know how fast they come at you."

"True..." Colour hummed, sighing softly.

At the mention of endermen, Killer suddenly felt uneasy. He looked around. His sword laid behind him and he stood to pick it up. Colour's red blood had already started to dry on the blade, along with the dark green enderman blood that coated the rest of the sword. Killer clutched it tightly, finding comfort in the stained metal's weight.

Colour glanced at Killer's uneasy expression, giving the area a once-over as well, before wiping the leftover blood onto the bloody cross of his apron.

"We should probably keep moving.." Colour mumbled, standing up.

He sighed, giving a slight scratch to the edges of his skull- ignoring the way it leaked blood slightly, Just attempting to numb any anxieties he might have.

"I've just been following this tracker." Killer strode back over to Colour, holding up a compass in his other hand. "Stole it from a creep who said it led to Dust. Might not actually lead to him but..."

Killer looked down at the item for a moment, tracing his thumb over Dust's name, engraved on the side.

"I don't want to leave him. Not in this place." He said quietly. "If I can find you, I can find him and Cross."

His hands twitched. He suddenly smiled, laughing bitterly in that quiet, breathy exhale way of his again. "It's not like anyone else is in any shape to do it."

Colour noticed the way Killer looked at the compass...listening to his voice long for his companions in its quiet tone.

"..any lead is better than none, then." He said gently, looking out into the fuzzy vast space of the End.

"You'll find them." he said, firmly, deciding to help Killer at least stay a little stable through his journey.

'I'll keep you company, I promise..'

He said to himself internally.

It wasn't the time to say it.

But Colour knew Killer needed this.

And he was willing to follow and keep the loneliness at arms length for Killer.

Killer looked up at Colour, eyes glowing fiercely. He hung onto his words, feeling the comforting tone soothe some part of his erratic soul.

Colour's coming with him. He's not leaving?

He’s not leaving.

Killer ignored the sudden new wet trail sliding down his cheek.

"...yeah." Killer breathed. "You're right."

He really did breathe then, shutting his eyes and sucking in the static air through his shuddering lungs. When he reopened them, everything felt less loud than it did before, the darkness less imposing. Colour’s flames looked brighter.

"Okay." Killer held out his left hand, the compass switched over to his right. "Let's go."

Colour smiled gently, and took his hand firmly.

'He looks much better when he has a firm goal in mind..'

‘..I’m glad I can help at least a little.’

Colour thought to himself warmly,  as he started to follow Killer on his journey.

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[ask-thesparedau]

Hi I just wanted to say im obsessed with your iteration of the Macaque I've been thinking about him for so long. I love his passion for theatrics and acting and how it plays into his reflection/shadow thematics, with him playing the role of the "false mind" for Wukong. I love how he's so kind and patient but also such a little bastard. I love how he at first tried to steal enlightenment by imitating Wukong but now that he's spared, Tripitaka is offering him a real/true path to enlightenment by actually joining the group and helping deliver the scrolls as HIMSELF because cultivation of his own identity is so important to him and hhhhhhhbhmdhgbf this au is destroying me thank you for posting it ur amazing and so talented

WHO ARE YOU TO PERFECTLY GUESS MY PLANS?!?!

In all seriousness, it’s an honor. Spared!Macaque is my homage to the book, a reason to study it and the culture just enough to at least give some sense to my au.

He is so vastly different from the other demons we encounter in their journey because of his role as Sun Wukong’s darker counterpart. His goal was never to eat Tripitaka, it was to replace the king.

Allegorically it makes sense, as he is the embodiment of Sun Wukong’s violent nature, keeping him stuck in his ways.

Story wise, I had to ask ‘why’?

His motive is never explained, so I pieced together my own interpretation.

With the main mental question being: Who is he without Sun Wukong?

[pumpkinpuffgirls]

Sorry you're going through a 'me drawing Bubbles fat on Twitter' arc

IT'S OKAY, I LEGITMATELY THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO. (Honestly it's odd/funny this has happened twice within the same year)

I think the PPG fandom needs to get over their fatphobia and realize people can be more than one size. Let's leave the closed-minded attitudes at the door, I'm not here to change ideas that don't need changes. I don't want to be fucking boring I'm sorry.

[ask2pame]

// what do we think about lovino x allen....

[thefreak-amy]

“ Not the same at all… “

!! BLOG WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS TO THE SECRET HISTORY OF SONIC AND TAILS, THERES SOMETHING ABOUT AMY, AND THERES SOMETHING ABOUT KNUCKES !!

!! Mun/Mod has around 3-4 years of roleplay experience, possibly more but I am unsure. Will be writing Amy as canonly as possible !!

!! Keep NSFW to a minimum, Mun is in highschool and is alright with nsfw jokes, but anything relating to nsfw actions or attempts at nsfw actions will be ignored or blocked. Mun has not touched anything sonic or for a long time so if you feel there’s something I need to know then feel free to send a dm to either my main or this account! !!

!! Homo/transphobes, maps, pedos, zoophiles, anti-blm, basic DNI criteria don’t interact or else you will be blocked. !!

!! Open to any ship as long as they are not toxic or incest. !!

!! Mun’s main account is @chaoticmoron. !!

[ask-looks-to-the-moon]

Hello Mun here!!

Good reminder that asks are still closed until I clean up the ask-box! I will announce when I open them I'm sorry it's taking so long. I just got a lot of them to answer ^^'

[asktheremnantsaskblog]

Hello y'all. Uh. I... Am a bit blown away??? but apparently there's like... A lot of you guys here????????

So I kinda wanna work on a special project for ATR! Something big and different from my usual comics!

I... Didn't think I'd get to this point. But cool I guess lol. It'll be nice to have a project to work on for a bit! Thank you guys!

[strebcr]

This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?

[aealzx]

I was curious i stumbled upon your blog from seeing your fic the 03 crossover on ao3. I do remember seeing the art on here. Since he’s my personal fav i wanted to ask. What’s your opinion on Raph? I mean for both iterations ROTMNT and 03.

Yes I post CDK on both here and AO3 8’D

And oh boy, buckle up kiddo I have a lot of opinions on dear Raphie *cracks fingers*

(jk it's actually not that long even under the cut X'D)

TLDR:

2003 Raph: Summed up Raph is home, safety, and warmth wrapped in an awkward bubble that doesn’t word well but will absolutely fight for those who deserve it.

Rise Raph: An adorable puppy that I look up to when it comes to dealing with people and selflessness for the sake of others, and I would adopt him in a heartbeat and smother him with plushies because he's such a good boy.

More in depth thoughts in a scrambled mess below the cut.

First, since he’s older

2003 Raph:

I first watched TMNT 2003 when I was a youngish teenager I think, and I will fully admit I was a little afraid of Raph at that time 8’D I have a really bad tolerance towards anger, I get freaked out easily and afraid I’ll get hurt or yelled at even if I didn’t do anything wrong. So having Raph portrayed heavily as “the angry one” made it hard for me to get attached to him. BUT, after growing up and watching 2003 just before starting CDK I have gotten soooo attached to Raph. This guy is not “angry” all the time, he’s open, honest, and passionate. This guy is the reason the others get out of the house. He’s the reason the others live and get into the fun times. And while Mikey certainly helps with being the life of the party, Raph is also the shield of everyone who deserves it. This guy is the most dad/big bro out of the four, and while Don could probably take care of a kid the best based on technicalities, Raph is the one that would keep them safe. Raph is home. Raph is the safety net that keeps the family warm. Because while Don is the heart of the group and we know they fall apart without him, Don wouldn’t have a voice without Raph because Don is too soft to fight back when Raph will. Donnie is still my all time favorite of the TMNT 2003 boys, but just barely. If Don is 100/100 on the favorite meter, then Raph is 99/100. He kicked Leo out of the second favorite spot for me on my recent watch.

Rise Raph:My first exposure to Rise Raph was my sister sending me the scene of Raphie crying over not being able to figure out how to help his family after they’d just lost Karai, and I have to admit the only thing I thought was “oh that’s nice, Raph actually cries in this one”. And then I actually watched the show (because sis insisted I watch the movie and I knew I needed context to fully enjoy it) and omg the Rise bros (and April) have the unique case of all being just about equal in my favorites tier. But specifically about Rise Raph this boy is a puppy and also I would adopt him and his family in a heartbeat because he’s also the sweetest lil guy and so good at watching out for others without being smothering. And just like 2003 Raph, Rise Raph is the protector of the family. Not because he happens to be the biggest and therefore the tank class, but because he wants to. I think he finds comfort in others being safe - feeling safe- and having fun. He thrives off taking care of others even though he’s not perfect at it. But him not being perfect, not making the most amazing meals, not being prim and proper, maybe getting a little dirty and bending a few rules, is what makes him charming. He’s not “attempt at being the perfect parent” 2003 Leo, he’s big brother Raphie that will cuddle with you in a mound of soft teddy bears, or throw you across the room in a roughhouse depending on what you need. Sure Leo really knows how to annoy the crap out of him, but I don’t think it’s because Raph thinks Leo is irresponsible or a bad kid. It’s much more infuriating to know that someone can be amazing, but seeing them chose not to, and you don’t know how to help them see they can be so much more than they are. And it’s easy to see that regardless of any of his siblings being annoying there’s nothing they can do that will make him hesitate even slightly in helping them when they need it. I don’t think Raph became a parent to the others like some of the fandom does. I think he’s just an adorable, soft, warm teddy bear big brother that did really well in his part of the whole family keeping each other afloat.

If I had 03 Raph as my uncle and Rise Raph as my brother I would be a lot more outspoken and rather reckless because I would have the upmost confidence that they would have my back and would keep me safe.

[cxpperhead]

Overtime is hard but going well. In other news, I found a video featuring every clip of our boy and got so many new icons out of it so keep an eye out for more posts very soon!

[misteria247]

If I see another fic about one of the 2012 turtles "finally knowing what a real family is" in a rise!crossover, I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind

I feel ya Anon I truly do. It's honestly getting quite ridiculous.

To be honest with you, seeing this stuff happening to the 12 series lowkey breaks my heart. Like this is the show that I as well as so many others have grown up with and to see fanfics put these beloved characters in such uncharacteristic and horrible lighting is a quite upsetting to be blunt. Like I usually don't get involved with this kind of stuff, I'd rather just stay in my corner and just vibe but this is something I've just gotta get off of my chest. As a Rise fan myself, it's disheartening to see some fellow fans turn a blind eye to the faults that Rottmnt has and instead tries to make it seem like it's the best show out there. Like don't get me wrong the show's amazing, but it just like every Tmnt series, has it's flaws and weaknesses. Seeing the 12 series getting torn apart in this way and being treated in such a disrespectful manner reminds me way too much of the episode/movie from the 03 series that had the crossover with the "supposed" 87 series. Much like the fanfics going on now, the episode put 87 in a very bad light. It made the series look awful and basically tore it down and because of it, a lot of newer fans like myself at the time, didn't touch the 87 series at all. Not to mention that there was fans who tore it down and made it seem like the show itself was a waste of time.

Just like now, it's happening all over again. Only it's now the 12 series that's being torn down. It's honestly just upsetting to see something that you love and cherish be tarnished and ridiculed by people who've never even seen the show. Like I understand that people love Rise and they want to encourage others to check out the series so it can get recognition. But doing things such as putting down other variants of the franchise just to lift Rise up isn't the way to go. Especially when it's because of shows like the 12 series that helped paved the way for Rise to get to where it is now.

I love both shows, just like I love the others as well. And as a fan of these beloved series, all I ask is that there's some respect shown for both shows. Cuz this trend that's happening just isn't it fam. Like I get it, writing different characters can be hard and getting them completely in character can be challenging. As someone who's got their own crossover fic going, I understand completely how difficult it can be. So I try to be not too harsh with these things, but lately........it's become increasingly difficult not to.

[worldhell-a]

I am doing a clean up as well! I may be dropping old threads and restarting (not including things I have written / am writing up / more recently) & may not effect mains. I just want to start over so I am more clear minded, without archiving the blog and starting fresh. Inbox might also be cleared out. When I return to normal activity, I will throw my muse(s) at everyone with peaktm involvement.