#cheerleading battle

[tmnt-crossover-polls]

THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER

Two shades of blue summary : Leon tries to portal back to the lair mid-panic, but ends up in the 2012 verse. He's gotta work through his issues to get home.

Ghost in the Shell summary : Ghost in the Shell is about what happened to the missing Donatello from 2003's "Same As It Never Was" episode, and how he fell into the Rise universe to become a feral hermit and raise some rowdy teenagers while looking for a way home.

For future reference summary : Remember Rise!Donnie’s conspiracy board? Ever wonder how he got those photos of other universes? Ever wonder what would happen if those other universes *found out* about it? How would the other turtles respond to being spied on? Apparently, the answer to that last question is “kidnap his 3D counterpart back to his dimension so they can figure out what’s going on together and accidentally cause a domino affect that causes the whole multiverse to fall apart”. Never let it be said that the Donatello of the 1987 dimension doesn’t like to go to the extreme to solve a problem

Ghost on the server summary : The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin and Ghost in the Shell meet when only Ghost is added to the discord server! Taking place after GitS’ short story “Home”, Ghost tries to avoid creating a fuss but can’t help but ask questions.

@sad-leon @amevello-blue @bluepeachstudios

@ilovebeingaturtle @melonpalooza @amevello-blue @bluepeachstudios

[nemiwont]

Just got Blade today. My team is doing great so far!

Well, as a team, anyway

[laxmon]

Day 2 of 18 of the Pokémon/Vocaloid collaboration Project Voltage - "What if Hatsune Miku was a ___-type Pokémon Trainer?" These images depict Hatsune Miku as a Grass-type🍃 Pokémon Trainer with her partner, Rillaboom! (art by 水谷恵 Mizutani Megumi)

[cyberjello]

Project TABS-ify, Part 4

Anne Marie de Delle as the Cheerleader

Holy cheese strings long hair terrifies me. Definitely something I'm going to have to work on.

Original unit under the cut

Edit: Whoopsie doodle I titled this as part 3 again instead of part 4, my bad

[deus-ex-mona]

me rn:

[souenkun]

Somehow my luck with fairy-type anni bait sync pairs are great (I got sygna suit gladion in just 1 multi too last year)! 🥳

[franstastic-ideas]

He just picked up a squirrel right off the ground and tried to fight Juliana with it.

[akkivee]

WOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

[strawberrylollipopchainsawgirl18]

"Bring it on, douchebag. I'm gonna eff. you. up."

Fire & Glow - Horizon Ignited

[whippedcloudsofcream]

It’s so funny how all the Valkyries fucking despise Gna

[tmnt-crossover-polls]

quarter finals poll 4

A tale of spirits summary : “We do not know of your brothers, Great Spirit,” Zuko answered, stuttering more like it. “I’m sorry we could not be of more service.” The spirit frowned and stood up. “That’s weird, we were just together.” There was a shift and Uncle’s head came up. They stared at this strange spirit. It turned its back to them and Zuko was breathless at the show of disregard. Figures a spirit would not consider him a threat. He shouldn’t take it personally, but he’s been dismissed his whole life. He’s tired of it. A hand gripped his trembling one and he takes a breath. There is no use getting upset over the ways of a spirit. They both studied its small form and Zuko was caught by its profile. The spirit’s back held three repeating and somewhat glowing symbols. It curved in a familiar motion. “A turtle,” Uncle whispered.

Last ronin becomes a discord Admin summary : The Last Ronin survives and finds himself on a Discord server with alternate, very alive versions of his brothers. Did I forget to mention he's also the admin?

Shellshocked Summary : what is Raphael Hamato, age 25 to do when he ends up with 4 mutated baby turtles one night after a patrol? Why raise them of course!! Raphael and Mona Lisa have a lot on their hands when it comes to raising 4 sons but they have more than enough help along the way. But something seems to disturb their family’s bliss as the boys grow, and it becomes an even greater threat when their sons start their training.

@unorthodoxx-page

@melonpalooza @lieutenantbiscute

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[imsickenedbutcurious]

My two favourite (non-canon) cheerleaders 💜

[cursedprince08]

This was a interesting request

[solelifauna]

Am I right in understanding that Damian only feels possessiveness towards the reader based on shared blood? Like a child feels possessiveness towards his toy? But at the same time, he also hates the reader. Can you describe how the Batfamily feels towards the reader at this time in the story?

Of course! Great ask btw!

First of all, you're completely right about Damian's feelings toward the reader. As of now and before, Damian's possessiveness over the reader only stemmed from obligation. Y/n is his only blood-sibling, and as much as he thinks you are unworthy and weak, you are still blood. By League rules/customs, since he has defeated you in battle, and left his mark on you, you are now his responsibility. In the League, anyone who hasn't proven their worth would either be killed or simply hidden away as they were unworthy. Since he can't exactly kill you, not that it's even worth his time or energy, it's his job to make sure you know your place. To be not seen or heard.

Yet as of now, he's pissed. You joining the cheerleading club? Parading yourself around? Talking and acting so crassly with other students? Not to mention your newfound attitude. Don't even get him started about your job. Did you even get permission from Father or any of the others? He realizes both he and everyone else have left you to your own devices for too long; you needed to be curbed.

I've already kind of written (a little) about Bruce, Dick, and now Damian. As for the others, I don't want to spoil the fic too much by giving away everything right now. I promise tho, Jason and Cass will be mentioned more in the next couple of chapters, and their thoughts toward the reader will be revealed soon enough. Along with Steph too. Also, in future chapters, a special someone dressed in yellow will make his appearance!!! Don't think i forgot about Duke Thomas, he is integral to the story. He just appears later!

[nighttimealone]

This is the competitive cheer ask yes the whole older bf idea has me eating it upppp.

Cw: Nsfw, spicy smut

(Older bf!König x competitive cheerleader, afab!reader, König’s around early 40s and reader’s around early 20s)

When König’s on leave, he always arrives at the gym where you’re practicing, standing outside and watching you through the window. He’s always amazed by your stamina and strength, how gracefully you are when you pull off those tumblings and stunts, the curves of your body and the muscles stretching during you executing the stunts are so fascinating. Your teammates are around you, training along with you as you all learning the new stunt for the next competition. Yet his eyes only focus on you, glued to your silhouette, sharp gaze piercing through the people and looking at you.

You’re so precious, not like him—wounded and scarred from battles and wars, painted in blood and become broken from all the evil from his line of work. The energy of youngsters and the pristine beauty radiating from you, keep drawing him closer until he’s unable to imagine a life without you now. yet, he sometimes questions why you choose him, why you’re attracted to him—much older and plain—other than your enthusiastic teammates or college classmates.

“König!” Your voice snaps him out of his trance of contemplating. He has to hold back a groan when he looks down at you, cheeks flushed from exertion, thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin that’s exposed from your sports bra and yoga shorts. He watches the drop slide down one of your thigh. You’re still standing in front of him, unaware of how much he wants to chase it with his tongue, wants to worship that perfect body of yours for hours—right now, right now.

“Hey, König, you alright?” Oh shit, he too indulged in the filthy fantasies that he forgets he literally outside of a gym, his giant stature draws the attentions of the students passing by.

“Ja, ja…sorry, liebing.” The sudden realization of others’ eyes makes him a bit uncomfortable, so he quickly engulfs your hand in his huge one, leading you towards his car quickly.

He insists on picking you up whenever he can, not only for the chance to see you shine in your element, but also—showing those perverts that you’re HIS. Hell, König hates those idiots who thought they can have a chance with you so much, has to resist the urge to pinch their eyes when their gaze travel across your body in such lewd intention. He shield you from all those nasty stares with his huge torso, threatening them with his intimidating auras. But he’s trying to get you on his car as fast as possible, not only because that the only one who can see you in this enticing state is him, but also he doesn’t want to form a boner in public.

The drive to home is quick, with your words filling the silence most of the time and him pops up some replies, just like how you usually are during the drive.

He’s more than grateful for your flexibility, a perk of your cheerleading ability. One of your legs are pressed back against you chest, with another on the floor and shaking from how he pins you against the wall the moment you two step into the house, and soon he squeezed his fat tip through the little entrance of yours after eating you out as preparation. He ignores your concern and embarrassment. “Wait, wait! König, I just finished training and haven’t showered!” Your words are cut off when he shoves his tongue against your pussy, kneeling between your legs with his palms pushing you back against the wall, so you won’t deny him the sweetness dripping out your pretty cunny. There’s no way he can wait until you finish showering, a bit of sweat is like nothing to him, not to say it’s yours. He laps up every juices, the tip of his tongue glide through each folds so no drops can escape his relentless tongue. Now his cock drives into you in a ferocious pace, so sloppy that your juices are spilling over every surface nearby, and the position allows him to thrust his already huge cock deeper, kissing your cervix with the red tip and grinding all the spots with the veins on his shaft, till all you can remember is his name screaming out of your kiss-swollen lips. “Shh, Süßer, give me another one, ja?” When the leg supporting your body finally gives up, becoming a moaning and quivering mess, he’ll pick you up while still standing, manhandling you into a full nelson, earning yourself a “braves Mädchen” from him when your flexibility makes him put you in the position so easily, then sink that thick dick lubed nicely with your nectar and cum back inside your pussy.

One day, he finally has the time to go watch you compete with your team, but probably not a very good idea, cause one look at you in that tight cheerleading uniform already has the blood shooting downward to his cock, and although he’s infatuated by your performance like always, having to watch others hands touching you even though they’re just doing their job and without a bit of inappropriate thoughts, still riles him up so much.

So when you finally get off the podium with your teammates, ready to change back to your casual outfits, his hand shoot out from the shadow, grabbing your wrist and reassuring you quickly that it’s just him when you almost scream out. You’re able to see König’s already having a tent in his sweatpants when he impatiently dragging you to an abandoned locker room he found, and he takes no time to get you nice and wet, readied to take his cock in that tight and warm heaven. Got you brace yourself on the lockers and back arching, presenting your fine ass wrapped in that tight shorts of your uniform, tits bouncing in the air with your uniform top pushed up to reveal those soft breasts. “meins, alles meins…alles meins…!” König growls beside your ear, chest right against your rear as he pounding into you, desperately trying to relieve the pent-up desire and jealousy, hands on your hips sliding across your body and kneading whatever part of you is under his touch, covering and replacing others’ touch with his. All you can do is hoping no one stumble across this locker room, while your eyes roll back and drooling in immense pleasure, crying pleas and his name and squirting on the floor.

note: I’m not an athletic person but I’m into gymnastics so I’ve been watching gymnastics and some cheerleading videos for a while, sorry if there are inaccuracies, and feel free to comment or tell me via ask box for opinions etc., thanks.