#hhh so many tags

[torra-and-the-toons]

Actually, what if they all had tails?

Specifics under the cut:

Joy - Dog. Good for wagging when happy.

Anger - Dragon. Pretty self explanatory.

Fear - Cat. Puffed up 99.9% of the time.

Disgust - Rat. Thought to be gross creatures but are actually one of the neatest.

Sadness - Snow Leopard. Icy, cold, the tail simply drags on the ground behind her.

Anxiety - Lion. Courageous. I count this one as per-existing even though I can't find the original image I saw of her with a tail.

Envy - Squirrel. Just for the cuteness. Her tail is larger than she is.

Ennui - Monkey. Prehensile tail for holding things and hanging off stuff.

Embarrassment - Bear. C'mon, it's right in his name. Stupidly adorable just like him.

[oracleact]

« nothing on me »

bayverse raph x reader / fluff + angst

notes: 1.8k words, first person pov, established relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) details of injuries and tending to said injuries.

a knock on the window at 3am? that only means one thing: the turtles are here. smiling, I rub the remnants of sleep from my eyes and hop out of bed to open up the curtain. only one turtle faces me at the window though - raphael.

I open the window and help his wide frame step down from the ledge, but my previous smile fades fast when raph groans in pain as he steps onto the floor.

“raph, what’s wrong? where are the rest of the boys? what happened?” I speak as fast as possible to try and get to his answer, worry eating away at me with each second that passes.

my raph is the mass strength and rough hand amongst the turtles. he can handle a lot of damage since he always manages to deal out more than what is done onto him. seeing him bent over, actually using my arm for support and not simply holding me because he wants to, groaning in genuine pain rather than letting out his usual gruff noises of acknowledgment - that scares me. it terrifies me when I don’t know what has happened.

“I told them to check on dad,” he begins breathlessly, “I needed you. it’s really bad this time.”

my eyes widen and I hurry him to the side of my bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. I grasp his face in my hands to check him over, turning his head every which way, but see nothing apart from a few new scratches on his skin.

“what do you mean ‘really bad,’ raph? you’re scaring me.”

“my—“ he lifts his arm and tries to reach for the back of his shell, failing miserably and almost howling out in pain, “my shell, sweetheart. I haven’t seen it yet but I heard it crack and this pain is too much for it to just be taped up.”

I scuttle around his large form and am immediately hit with the sight of a deep crack in the middle of his shell. he was right to come straight to me with this one. he should always come to me with injuries but is too stubborn most of the time and rides out the pain: ‘it may look bad to you but it’s nothing on me.’

when the boys started to properly use their skills outside of the lair, with the risk of larger injuries increasing, I began to research and teach myself how to handle ones specific to these mutants. thanks to many in depth articles about turtle care, I have safely cleaned and covered up small cracks before. the only difference between the boys and ‘normal’ turtles in regards to care like this is their size - it takes longer and requires more focus to clean cracks, ensuring that they can heal appropriately over time. although tonight’s damage will take double that, and maybe more.

“oh raph, oh my…how? wait, don’t answer that. I’m doing my first aid stuff then we can talk about it, okay?” he nods with a sad smile and all I can do is reach out and cup his cheek, returning the expression he gave me. he moves my hand to his lips for a quick kiss before I start scurrying off to grab what I need.

let’s see - chlorohexidine solution, q-tips, cotton pads, adhesive patches and a towel. is that all I need? I have no idea right now; I’m so scared to touch him that I feel like stalling for as long as I can.

I walk slowly back to where he sits on the edge of my bed, his head resting in one hand as the other rubs at his tired eyes. I lay down all that I grabbed from the bathroom before taking a deep breath and sitting down behind him. the room is silent for a couple of minutes after that, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I can’t break my anxious stare away from the crack in his beautiful carapace.

“hey…” raph speaks ever so softly to get my attention.

“yeah— sorry. I’m sorry,” I feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I hate seeing him hurt like this. “I’m going to fix you up. I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll touch around your shell, away from the crack, and you tell me how it feels. let me know how much the pain has spread.”

he gestures ‘yes’ to me but with a frowned brow, “don’t cry, love. everything is okay. I’m raphael, remember? this is nothing on me!”

but I can see it - I can see the pain written on his face, the way his eyes look misty. I don’t want to push him to talk nor do I want to directly acknowledge the pain I can see; I don’t want to break his protective wall at a time like this. it wouldn’t be fair to do so. I wipe my tears and get straight to work instead.

my small hand reaches out for him, gently patting around the edges of his shell then smoothing over the surface, “that’s not bad at all. it just feels tingly, like the nice kind of tingly you give me.” I giggle at him. it’s a relief that the shell hasn’t shattered or anything and he can feel my hand like always.

I’ve spent so many nights tracing over the faint patterns of his plastron and committing the texture to memory. it helps calm him after a stressful training day or when he can’t sleep. it secretly calms me too because it’s just us in those moments, the rest of the world fading away and leaving only raph and I. there’s no need to jump away from my hold to save new york when my touch melts away the city completely. nothing can break us out of that warm paradise as long as we are together.

despite the touch test going well, the cleaning of his wounds will definitely be painful since the crack is open and noticeable. I pour some of the solution onto a q-tip and tell raph to start breathing slowly and deeply. I help him set a pace for it before I begin to clean.

he hisses in pain when the piece of cotton comes in contact with the wound and my tears start to flow again, “I know baby, but this part is important,” I sniffle and reach my free hand for his, “use me to balance yourself.”

“I’ll break your little hand,” there is a fracture in his voice as he speaks but he still manages to let out a chuckle with his words.

“breathe and squeeze, raph, don’t worry about me.”

and so he did - each time I dipped the cotton into the crack he inhaled and exhaled quickly whilst grasping my hand in his. I rubbed my thumb over his rough skin in an attempt to ground us both over and over again.

“one last clean and then I’ll patch it up and be done for tonight.” he lets out a loud sigh at that, obviously glad that the stinging will be over soon. I hear him lowly whimper but force a cough after in an attempt to hide the noise. once again I don’t press him on it, I just kiss the back of his hand to let him know it’s alright.

the last step is to cut adhesive patches to fit the crack, making sure to leave small gaps at the ends to allow air to flow through. this process isn’t all that different from putting a bandaid on a human arm, and thank goodness for that. I want to do everything I can to help raph, to ease his pain, so this being a somewhat ‘easy’ task to complete means luck is on my side right now.

with the last piece secure I get up from the bed to face him again, giving him a small smile to let him know it’s done. I slip myself between his legs and reach out to untie his bandana. his eyes close as he presses his head onto my chest to give me access to the tie at the back.

sliding the cloth from his face, I set it on the bed and wipe underneath his eyes; he looks so worn out. my fingers move down to draw along the scars from previous battles and to check over any new cuts, the pad of my thumb eventually landing on the most prominent scar across his upper lip. my raph, my hero, our hero…with the scars to prove it all.

“give it a week and see how the shell starts to heal. if we need to do more then I’m ready for that. I’ve done my research, you’re looking at a certified mutant turtle nurse,” I wink at him as he laughs and nuzzles further into my hold.

he looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, the light of the moon catching in them. he may be hurt but he’s here with me and healing in my arms, and I’ll hold this man forever to show him how much he means to me. he’s looking at me in the same way - in awe of what’s in front of him - both of us dumbly grinning at each other. although, he does break eye contact when a yawn suddenly comes bursting out.

“do you want to talk about what happened, or do you want to catch some z’s first?”

“hmm…as much as I want to tell you about how much of a badass I am, I really want to crash.”

he moves to lay on his back before I catch his shoulders with high pitched squeak, “shell!” I whisper-yell at him. his lips form an ‘o’ and I shake my head. only raph could forget about his injuries that quickly.

I slip into the bed first and hold out my arms, beckoning him to follow and to lay on his stomach. he does so almost instantly, getting comfy against me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“thank you for everything. I trust you with my life, you know.”

“and I trust you with mine, big red.”

I’m seemingly stuck staring down at him, just in stupid awe once more. watching how his eyes are effortlessly closed, evident that he is exhausted, with a faint smile playing on his lips as he shifts around to find the best snoozing position. his shell is now what catches the attention of the moon and I feel satisfied with my work on the crack. I’m still worried but the patch looks good and secure from afar so I’ll take it for it now.

I’m so happy that this brave and unstoppable mutant turtle trusts me with his open wounds, with his physical and emotional scars, with his love and being. this life of ours is crazy in so many ways but I wouldn’t ask for anything to change. well, less wounds here and there would be nice but that might be asking for too much.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[sysig]

Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

[kuppikahvia]

also the buildup to hobie brown's introduction scene was really something else like the way they constantly hyped him up at every turn and still managed to surpass the expectations with that amazing introduction scene like yeah they really weren't lying, this guy actually is cool as hell

[averlym]

"one day, i cut him an apple. when he saw it, he laughed" (click for better resolution!) ,,, tag from @elliotly

[sigmasoyboy]

Hellooo, i saw someone ask the numbers 23 and 25 for the serial killer trio and i really liked the answer. So i wanted to ask the same numbers for the vicetober boys if its okay 😄

Thank you in advance and have a great time 🩷

this one will have to go under the cut due to lenght (・・; we have many boys to talk about

23. Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

For both Cain and Abel it's a bit complicated to tell. Cain does not trust other living beings anymore and as a child the line between affection and romance were blurred so it's hard to tell which they prefer. Having someone on their side and then some sort of sibling was nice but separation and betrayal hurt deeply so there are no more quick ways to his heart.

Abel only cares about consuming. Previously, I guess you could say that the bond they had with Cain was their preference, though now it matters less than their desire for their flesh. Similarily, there are no way to his heart.

Eli… Only cares about receiving either from Viorel anyway, and their friendship has been ambiguous from the beginning. The quickest way to his heart was apparently just trying to befriend him after a lifetime of neglect, it got him attached to that boy like superglue.

Viorel thinks he is satisfied by friendship alone but he does craves romantic affection, he just think he is not good enough to "trap" someone in an exclusive relationship with him. The quickest way to his heart is giving him self-confidence and blowjobs-- though he is quick to retract back into his shell after his self-esteem issues overshadow the butterflies.

Ismaele pretends he doesn't much care for either. Sex is just a distraction from the horrors, camaradery is just something to indulge in like alcohol or anything else, no one can understand him anymore anyway™️. Deep down he does need affection, no real preference on the type. Quickest way to his heart is to not let him know you're trying to slither your way there lol

Ange has no preference either, he likes caring for people, romantic feelings or not. Previously, he did try to reach out through sex with not much luck though. Quickest way to his heart is having losing dog energy, he has a weakness for the strays no one want.

Doe does not really conceptualize affection as different concepts. There's only what Ange gave him and what he gives back to others in return. He likes being cared for and feeling safe and that's about it. Quickest way to his heart is hugs and food.

Valya used to value friendship above all, he wasn't interested in romance, though it was made complicated by his paranoid tendencies. The quickest way to his heart was unrelenting loyalty and the ability to forgive him, no matter what.

Domen does not actually care about either, they're just tools for him to manipulate others. From the outside though, he probably seem to prefer romance since he's often going on dates and metting people. Quickest way to his heart is flattery, but you'll never be able to truly reach it.

Jesse naturally cares about romance, the idea of being someone's number one obsesses him because it's so out of reach, at this point any affection makes feelings blossom hard and fast which tend to freak people out. Any positive attention leads to his heart, though less so after what happened with Domen made him jaded.

25. Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

Sex does nothing for Cain, he has no libido or interest in it. Abel on the other hand does derive some sick psychosexual pleasure from both hunting and playing with his food (see: the inherent erotism of cannibalism) despite being sexless.

Eli… Doesn't have a bed. He sleeps on his couch, which is almost the only piece of furniture he owns. That's weird in itself. As far as kink goes, seeing Viorel wear his clothes, even casually, really does something to him, and he more than once smelled clothes Viorel left at his place when jacking off. He just has a huge thing for Viorel lol

Viorel's weird bedroom habit is that he doesn't bother with his wheelchair when going to the toilet in the middle of the night, so you can get jumpscared by his grudge-look-alike bedhead crawling in the hallway in the dark since he can't reach the lightswitch from there. Nothing too unusual kink wise, he's got some pretty classic fantaisies like having sex in a semi-public place or doing it half-clothed.

Ismaele just pretty consistently wakes up drenched in sweat throughout the night. Usually he goes to check on Valya then has a smoke in front of an open window before going back to bed and trying to sleep again. As for kinks, he likes being ordered around, especially if he gets praise for doing exactly as he's told.

Ange used to hug himself and pet his own hair to lull himself to sleep. Now he's much more fond of hugging someone else and petting their hair, feeling the slow breathing of someone against him gets him really sleepy. He's got a crossdressing kink (mostly him wearing dresses and such, but he does also enjoys dressing up his partner from time to time); for him it's more about sensations than visuals, even the discomfort of restrictive clothes or the rough sensation of lace can be very erotic to him, though he does also like being called cute and such. Otherwise, he enjoys teasing and light pain (both receiving and giving).

Most of Doe's habits are odd. In bed, it's probably hugging whoever is sleeping with him no matter who it is. He's a real octopus, wrapping his long limbs around the other. As far as it is known, he has no kink in particular.

Valya's in a vegetative state, the weirdest thing about his bedroom habits is just the fact he still has wake/sleep cycles but they aren't really regular so he sometimes falls asleep while Ismaele is bathing him or washing his teeth. Before he was in this state, he used to talk in his sleep a lot and Ismaele would have little conversations with him when he couldn't sleep. He did feel some sexual gratification from dominating others back then but it would be a bit exaggerated to call it a kink.

Domen weirdest bedroom habit was probably that he could not stand hearing Jesse breathing next to him at night so most of the time he would kick him out of his room. If he did grace him with sleeping together in the same bed he would wear ear plugs, and cuddles were only before sleep, no touching during. Kink wise, he was big into somno, but that's mostly because it was the closest to his actual necrophilia kink he could get with a living partner. Next to it being a sadist kinda pales.

When he still had many Jesse had to rearrange the plushies who had fallen/moved on his bed before he could sleep. He would also choose a big one to cuddle during the night since most times Domen refused to sleep with him. He always felt more vulnerable to dark thoughts at night, now it can get to the point where he feels so utterly shitty he'll go to the bathroom to self-harm as the only way to kill the noise. As for kinks, he used to be into the idea of puppy play but Domen kind of killed that for him by kicking and caging him as part of it and making him understand very well how cringe it was and how lucky he was to be indulged… He also has a thing for wearing stocking and panties, but he dislikes being treated like a girl.

[the-television-host]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Vox *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Uh... hello! My name is Vox! I'm a television host and I live with my fiance Valentino and three kids: MJ, Vincent and Venus. ...what do you mean, I'm meant to be a television? I'm a TV host, not a TV itself... So I have no idea what you're talking about. But feel free to ask me questions and stuff anyway!

// hihihihi!!!! Mod Jelly blog!!!! this is a human au of my blog @vox-tv-demon. if you would like to contact me, please talk to me at @mod-jelly-shenanigans! I use it/they!!! //

Information about Vox:

He uses he/it/they/glitch

Oblivious dumbass. PhD in dumbassery.

He's in his 20-30s, I think.

Does NOT like dark spaces

Oh and he hates fire. So fucking much. Try lighting a candle.

SO FUCKIN' CANON-DIVERGENT

Rules:

This is a safe space for the LGBTQIA+ community!

If you insult the mod/send death threats to the mod. they will tag all of their friends. You heard me, all of them. They will make your life a misery.

No NSFW asks. NSFW jokes are fine.

No pedophila, racism, sexism... ya get the gist. general bigotry, DNI.

If you don't like the blog, I take constructive critisism! Go ahead, tell me what I could do better! Just please don't be horrible or rude about it. If I feel uncomfortable with what you're doing or saying, I will give you a warning first time, but if it happens enough I will block you. If it's a death threat (whether to me or not), then that's an immediate block.

I don't mind people flirting with Vox, but technically, I'm a single-ship blog, and that's with one particular Valentino.

However, I am a multi-universe blog! Go wild! Send asks from BATIM, or TADC, or Undertale and Deltarune! Go absolutely crazy! Not to mention I will interact with characters from different universes within the Hazbin/Hellaverse roleplayers, as well.

Anyway! have a good day! Send asks, join in with roleplay threads I'm doing... I'm fine with that, and I find it really fun! Feel free to start an interaction any time! I'm usually free if I'm not at school or sleeping.

Signing off,

~ Mod Jelly

[coridallasmultipass]

well one of family never ends' author's other fics is the epilogue of course ;) but ipgd also wrote people don't do that (alphacest), homestuck watches boku no pico, and like the first uucest fic

YAASS OMG.

ANON.

Thank you.

Deeply and truly thank you. Saved me a real pain. It was People Don't Do That. Gonna reread it ASAP. I don't remember if I read the uucest one, but I powered thru a lot of fics while I was sick in Jan, and I don't remember like 90% of those two weeks. (Like, as I'm going thru the tag I'm reading now, I'll see something unclicked and go to read it, finish the fic like OMG SO GOOD, and then scroll a little more and I see my name at the top of the kudos list and it's like, wait, when tf did I read this? It was when I was sick.)

Ughhhh. I ADORE the dynamic of whichever younger Strider being the instigator, and it fits Alphacest so deliciously. (I don't even know what to say here without being so fucking overtly horny for Alpha Dave in general but that's not new lmao.)

But seriously, the scene on the roof where Dirk took Dave's underwear, like. I died. There's no other way to put it. It fucking killed me. I'm going to remember that forever, it was so good.

[birrdify]

good morning to you tumblr (morning voice(voice of someone thats been offline for a few daysOH GOLLY GOSH ITS CHARLES' BIRTHDAYFUCKFUCK STUMBLES OVER AHAHG TRIPS OVER A LANDMINE AAAHHGHGG RUNS OVER TO DRAWING PROGRAM FFUCKKL

[caffeinatedopossum]

Apologies

This is a vent/poem I wrote about my mom. I've been thinking I wanted to tell someone these thoughts for a while now but always felt too scared to. I hope you like it. Trigger warning for abuse and implications of death/violence.

I still remember the first time in my life that I didn't accept an apology.

I was 17 and somehow knew nothing and everything about life at the same time.

You said you were sorry, expecting my ever reliable reassurance. Well, not this time.

All I said was "okay".

You needed to know I heard you. You needed to know I didn't believe you. You needed to know everything I tried to but couldn't say with that one word.

You didn't beg for forgiveness, you just kept driving. And your silence said everything because there was nothing there

And that's exactly how you feel

Everything in angry silence.

I couldn't actually tell if you were mad at me or not but I didn't care. I didn't want to care anymore.

Why do I still care about you?

Why do I still want to forgive you?

I thought I knew everything about you at 17. I thought it made sense finally.

Now I look back at my obliviousness with immense fear but also gratitude.

If I'd known then what you did to him, hardly a father but still the husband you chose

You refused to do the logical thing and get a divorce for 13 years

Till death do you part, right?

If I'd known that when you said you would "get rid of me", you weren't really talking about foster care,

I think I would've done the job for you myself.

God knows I tried.

You said you wished I was never born.

Me too.

Me too.

At least he was truly sorry before he died.

[strikerwott12]

When you're looking for stuff to queue on your sideblogs, BUT THE TAGS ARE OVERFLOWN WITH BOTS

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

motorcycle sketch featuring cross!! >:)

[professional-writher]

I'm getting Weird and Strange about my interests again. Nobody touch me.

[the-wolfs-laughter]

When your fiancée is going through your tumblr posts after a session and you ✨panick✨

Did they know about looking through tags?

How far did they go?

What posts gave them new ideas?

At least the likes are safe this time

[pup-pee]

A REN!??! A REN 4 MMEEEEEEE hehehhEEEEEEE IM GOING 2 CHOMP U AAAAAAAAAA HE EVEN HAS A RING ON HE HAS HIS RING ONNNNN & THE GREEN NECKLACEJKFHYYmasdNaw there is no reason y that heart wouldnt open up & a picture wouldnt b inside im jsut saying

also if u think non-dog hybrid ren is cursed dont look @ his yt pfp((i say as if thats mostly based on him & not his skin but shhhhshshhhhsh)) im taking out of my ass im so SJKfghlaiUAkgifikhbfw<AFiyuLGFA AAAAAAA

Struggled with today's art but I have to draw Scar Daily or I implode basically- also Ren for @pup-pee because I have to practice drawing him and Martyn after all-

Also I think Non-dog hybrid Ren is cursed but like it's what we're working with here we're balling-