#i literally SQUEALED

[futfem1]

did anyone get a pic of alyssa lifting up her shirt…asking for a friend

[thelaundrybitch]

😘 A gift for your talents

Donatello sat in the dark of his room, listening to the hum of his computer's cooling systems and the occasional drip of a pipe. His mind was a buzz with ideas and plans, improvements and adjustments but it was so full right now that-that!

He was drawing a blank.

On his screen, he saw the monitoring programs running, his surveillance systems and general system monitors. All of them ticking away nicely and in perfect working order.

On top of those, was an internet browser window. It was open to his own chat systems, one that allowed him to piggyback onto other communication systems like texts, video calls etc.

The curser was flashing ready to send a message but he couldn't bring himself to type anything. What would he type and to who?

A voice in his mind that sounded just like his father, Master Splinter, said he should talk to his brothers first. But that too was a lesson in futility.

Leo he could get along with, more easily than the others. He had a calm patience that allowed them to sit peacefully together and talk, but underneath it was a temper that rivalled Raph's.

And right now he was annoyed because he couldn't go see a certain "blue-eyed angel" he had been meeting up with. That was partly because he was under house arrest by Master Splinter for getting into fights, alone and with no backup, and earning himself a broken wrist.

Raph had been smug for all of two minutes while Leo was being chewed out but stopped the moment he realised his blue masked brother was injured. He'd taken leadership for all of two nights and seen that it wasn't for him -Donnie and Mikey both had the bruises to prove that much.

Mikey, he was goofing off at a skatepark he'd found. The crowd that hung there had taken one look at him and accepted him with open arms. He finally had found his people and they had a way of finding runaways at risk.

But none of this helped Donnie with his own problem.

He was in a creative rut and he wasn't sure how to fix it... Yet, he had a suspicion of how to fix it but... He had a feeling it was... Too much.

April had a friend.

This friend had helped them more than once already, and was included in The Secret™ but... Donnie had never met anyone like them!

They had been mildly interesting to start with but when they had wandered into his Lab one day while he had been tinkering, he'd nearly bitten their hrsd off. They had argued back of course, because why hadn't he labeled the Highly Corrosive Acid as just that?

They had said some things.

He had said some things.

Now, he was sat in the dark of his room and unable to do anything it seemed. He wanted to make something by way of apology, but he didn't want to come across as weirdly desperate as Mikey has when he'd first met April.

God that had been bad.

Yet he missed seeing them! Missed their smile, the way they would run their hand through their hair, the crinkle in their nose when they were being cheeky.

Oh god...

With a sigh, Donnie flopped back in his desk chair, safe in the knowledge that despite it's creaking noises, it wouldn't give out on him.

There was only one thing for him to do, he realised as he pulled his glasses off and ran a large hand down his face. Putting his glasses back on and pushing this up his snout, Donnie focused on his computer and opened a fresh web page to start his research.

🐢

I'VE BEEN BLESSED!!!

Oh man this looks SO GOOD.

I read this with a big ol stupid grin on my face

GOD I LOVE ME SOME DONDON

AND WHO IS LEO SNEAKING OUT TO SEE THAT CHEEKY LITTLE MONKEY 👀

*rattles the bars to my enclosure*

I got to the bottom and went

Listen my little turtle friend.

This is the beginning to something amazing.

I can tell 🤩

I do hope you continue this little story because I am HIGHLY intrigued as to where it's going.

And I can't even thank you enough for this generous gift you've dropped in my ask box.

You're amazing 😍💖🫶🏼🫵🏼

[dindjarindiaries]

I don’t even ship Dinbo but that proposal Katee just put on her story and tagged Pedro in is SO CUTE 😭🫶

[everlastingremorse-blog]

Do you think Ross and Brennan ship Sam and Frodo?

[fulltimecatwitch]

excuse me, who was going to tell me that Frodo Baggins is in Yellowjackets ?!?!!

[emotionalsupporthandle]

The way ten looks at Rose makes me feel like a teenage girl. I'm squealing, kicking my feet, absolutely fucking tickled! I love them

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

I see this and I raise you this:

[treyisms]

just saw an edit of matt to fearless by taylor swift 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[preciouspatriots]

ANOTHER YEAR OF FUTURE HOFER MATTHEW SLATER

[littlefluffbutt]

I apologize for the crappy audio (I was defogging the window) but guess what was on the radio this Thursday morning!!

[theanonymousninja247]

My reaction photos including my niece

CONGRATS AT FINISHING THIS! ✨🧡🙏🏼🙌🏼

This story means so much to me, that I am both so happy and devastated that it’s done. But it was done beautifully, so don’t mind me cheering at work rn

And finally, Aftermath Family Meeting 7 | double post for the special occasion~ :) PREV | FIRST

I cannot believe its finally finished. Aftermath was the biggest project I've completed to date and I am so honored to have so many of you along for the ride with me. Now, you may be wondering: what now?

yeah. Me too. It feels really weird to finally have this completed. But, as a donnie core individual, i have PLANS :3

I will be taking some time off of Turtles, Dreamworks Trolls is currently making my brain all fuzzy and happy so I'll be skerdoodling about in that fandom for a bit before I return to start my next Turtle Project. It's all written. You guys aren't ready. It's gonna be SICK.

Once again, thanks for being here for Aftermath. it means the world to me that so many people liked to read something I made. Remember to be kind to yourselves and that healing isnt an all at once thing, its a every day tiny steps thing. See ya soon :)

[vampirehayfever]

oisin being flustered so badly by adaine that he can't make a shot after them talking is literally so fucking CUTE! also love ivy being his little shit stirring bestie im obsessed already

[420technoblazeit]

all the good omens fans crying about their angel fave unable to be with his crush because he's trapped by the cult-like corporation of heaven. you guys would not survive spn season 8 where heaven is literally brainwashing cas to make him murder dean with his own two hands and he has to fight against it while dean begs him to stop

[dracowars]

absolutely stunning, i loved it!! 🫶🏻 and i'll happily take his hand any day 😩😩

build a dynasty

annatar/sauron x fem!elf!reader

summary: you have to watch eregion fall and with it your world, because the man you start to have feelings for, is not who he seems to be.

warnings: angst, blood, reader gets caught in an illusion, mentions of war and death, mind control, sauron being manipulative, maybe some sort of fluff?

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i‘m glad you found your way here! <3 this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, so likes, reblogs and feedback are really appreciated. but since english is not my first language, please be nice to me. xx

The sound of the siege sirens could be heard throughout Eregion, sending goosebumps all over your body.

You stand on the balcony of the tower where Lord Celebrimbor's forge is located and you could feel the wind blowing through your hair. But there was no cold at all. Only the rising fear, because what you see in front of you, is the sight of pure horror.

From the edge of the forest across the river, cannons were fired, destroying the stone walls of the city you love so dear, as if they were made of sand.

The screams of the desperate elves reach your ears and you wish for nothing more, than to finally wake up from this nightmare.

But when you turn around to Celebrimbor, you see him working on the Nine without a care in the world. The Nine. The one thing that was the reason for Eregions downfall.

And there was only one person to blame.

“My Lord, we must leave immediately,” you call out as you hurry back inside, but Celebrimbor still doesn't move an inch. “My Lord!” you repeat, this time with more force.

Finally, the elf turns his head in your direction, but he doesn't seem disturbed at all. There is a slight smile on his face as he slowly stands up from his chair and walks over to you.

“Don't you hear? We are being attacked,” you try to explain to him, but he just takes your hands.

“My dear, you must be exhausted. Maybe you should take a break and get some rest?” he says quietly, raising his eyebrows.

You can't help but stare at him in disbelief, then take a small step back. “Maybe you’re right, I should take a break,” you say, turning away from him and starting to rush down the stairs, out of the tower.

As you step outside, the world around you seems to be coming to an end.

There was fire everywhere, rubble lay scattered on the floor and in the middle of it were the lifeless bodies of many elves.

Tears well up in your eyes, but you don’t have time for that now because you run straight into the chaos of the attack.

It doesn't take long to discover him. The reason for the downfall of Eregion and the boiling anger inside you.

“Lord Annatar!” you call over the loud noise around you and watch as he turns his face in your direction. His blue eyes immediately meet yours as he comes towards you.

“What is it? Is something wrong with the rings?” he asks and furrows his brows.

Without giving him an answer, you grab his wrist and pull him with you to the side. “Please tell me, what’s going on. Celebrimbor seems to have lost his mind, he just doesn't realize what's happening out here,” you begin, but Annatar puts his hands on your shoulders to calm you.

“You are right to worry about him. Let me look after him. You will stay here and defend the city until I return,” he orders you in a calm voice and strokes your cheek with his knuckles, leaving you no choice but to swallow the anger inside you.

You no longer know why you felt it and all you can do is to look at Annatar, who takes your hands in his and gently squeezes your fingers.

He breaks away from you moments later, but at that very second the siege sirens fall silent, making him stop.

“What’s happening?” you ask quietly as goosebumps spread across your body again.

A few other elves approach next to the both of you, looking worriedly towards the walls.

“They are drying up the river,” Mirdanias’ voice sounds and you feel the elf take your hand, catching your attention.

So you don’t notice, how Annatar slowly walks back to the tower.

“Have you spoken to Lord Celebrimbor?” Mirdania asks, looking at you with her eyes full of worry.

You nod slowly and turn to her. “He is not in a right state of mind. It seems as if he has completely lost it,” you repeat the words you said to Annatar before. “He will not give us any orders,” you add quietly.

The sound of drums is the sign that the orcs prepare to run across the exposed ground, that had previously been the river and you run towards the archers positioned on top of the walls. “Prepare for the ground attack! Don’t let them get into the city!” you shout as loudly as you can, then look up at the tower.

“Please make sure that the walls don’t fall,” you say to Mirdania as you already turn away.

“What are you going to do?” she calls after you.

“Getting my answers,” you say, more to yourself, while you walk straight towards the tower you had to leave earlier.

A heartbreaking sob was heard as you run up the stairs, just in time to see Celebrimbor pushing angrily against the table in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, walking past Annatar towards Celebrimbor who raises his shaking hand, his fingers completely smeared with black ink.

Or with something which seems like that.

Now your eyes fall on the vessel that the Mithríl was in. The true core of the Nine. But it wasn't what you thought it was.

“Tell me this isn't true,” you whisper and turn to Annatar. He slowly raises his hand and reveals a cut in his palm, a wound from which pitch black blood is dropping.

“True creation… requires sacrifice,” he says slowly and a gasp is heard from Celebrimbor.

He seems to realize, what slowly sinks into your mind, and a single tear falls from your eye. “So… it was all an illusion? All of this?”

Your voice just a whisper, laced with pain.

“You are him, aren’t you? You are… Sauron,” you say, which is what Celebrimbor seems to be afraid of.

“I have many names,” he replies and you are about to attack him with nothing more than your bare hands.

But you don’t get the chance, because suddenly you find yourself in the forge. You can't see any of the chaos around you, only the embers burning in the huge forge, illuminating the room.

“Did you really think you could ever stop any of this?” you suddenly hear his voice behind you and you close your eyes.

You realize that this must be another illusion.

Taken back to the moment when you knew exactly what you were feeling.

“I might not have been able to stop it, but I believed in the good. I believed that you wanted the best for us. But all you had in mind was our downfall,” you hiss through clenched teeth and flinch when you feel his touch on your arm.

“You're wrong,” he begins, now appearing in front of you. “I only want the best for you,” he continues, raising his hand. He touches your hair with his fingers and one corner of his mouth twitches slightly upwards.

“Don't you remember how much you trusted me? When you revealed your deepest desires to me?” he asks in a whisper and you close your eyes again.

“I can give you all of that. Everything you crave.” His voice rings in your head like a beautiful melody.

But you couldn’t let him in. You could not give yourself to him.

“None of this matters anymore,” you whisper, and another tear falls from your eye. “You lied to us, deceived us all. Celebrimbor most. And now you think I'll just give myself to you like that?” you ask, finally managing to look him in the eyes.

“You will. You’ll have no other choice.”

With these words, the illusion vanishes and you are standing in the destroyed forge again.

Celebrimbor is gone and only Sauron stands in front of you. His gaze is on you as he holds out his hand.

“Come with me. There is nothing, that keeps you here anymore. Come with me and I promise, I will protect you. Come with me and we build a real dynasty together.”

His lips did not move, but the words inside your head still sound like a promise.

And no matter how hard you try to resist, you make a step towards him, taking his hand, leaving everything behind what you truly believed in.

2024 | notreallythatlost

[thefrsers]

me:

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d