#my brain ya'll

[fizziewhizzel]

@somerandomdudelmao Oops my hand slipped-

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When Raph died the first time, he hadn’t expected to be brought back to life. But before he could take Karai’s hand and pass on, Mikey’s ninpo dragged him back into the mortal world. There, he’d lived the rest of his days as a robot built by Donnie. He didn’t mind if he could continue to help and protect his family.

But when Leo dropped the question, he knew that was it. Raph was never going to refuse it. The thought didn’t even cross his mind. Their generator was failing and the only other one left was the one in his chest. 

If the Resistance was to survive, then they needed it.

Even as Leo begged him to refuse, even as Mikey cried, even as Casey plead for him to not go through with it, he knew that his days on the mortal plane were over.

Ascension to the spirit realm was a lot easier this time. He could watch for a while as the engineers hooked the robot's body up with powerlines and distributors. He watched until he sensed a presence behind him. When he turned, his Gram Gram was standing there.

She offered him her hand. “Are you ready to go?”

Raph chuckled wistfully. “I’m a bit overdue, ain’t I?” He took her hand. The pair floated away from the scene, scattering into light particles. He could still sense her. “There is someone waiting for you, child.”

Donnie.

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Life as a spirit was quite… interesting. At least, according to Hamtato Donatello. He could watch over his brothers whenever he wanted. See, but never speak.

Yes, he had been trying to reach his brothers’ ninpo. However, something was messing with his connection. No matter how hard he focused or tried to manifest himself, it just wasn’t enough.

So when he witnessed the events surrounding Raph, he’d almost felt… relieved. He didn’t wish death upon any of his brothers, but to be able to see one of them again and actually touch him filled him with a sense of longing.

When Karai returned with his brother in tow, Donnie was already waiting. And he knew that Raph knew.

He and the snapper locked gazes. There was one beat of silence and then he felt Raph’s arms around him. And he was warm.

The genius cried. He cried his eyes out, sobbing against Raph’s shoulder. It had genuinely amazed him that spirits were able to cry, but here he was. Raph just hugged him tightly, even lifting him into the air.

After a moment that could’ve lasted years or just a heartbeat, he chuckled and patted Raph’s arm. “Okay, big guy. Can you put me down now?”

Raph stared at him, seemingly taking that in offense, but obliged. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Don. I promised Mikey that I would.”

Donnie looked Raph over. His brother looked so… normal. He’d returned to the Raph they all knew and loved before the incident and the consequent robot ordeal. It was almost as if the apocalypse never happened. Gone was the Raph-chasm, his worry lines having been reduced to a less intimidating size. He had his snaggle-toothed grin back and it was lighting up the entire realm.

Before the two could even calm down from the experience, a third spirit joined their side. And while Donnie had had time to adjust to this all, Raph certainly had not.

“Dad…?”

Splinter looked the same, but at the same time, he looked so much younger than Raph could ever remember him to be. Their father smiled at him and patted his leg. “Hello Red,” he said gently.

Raph kneeled and took his dad in a proper, tight, hug. He squeezed him happily. Luckily spirits couldn’t feel pain. Splinter laughed like he always did and hugged him back with his tiny rat arms. “I’m glad to see you again,” he said softly.

Raph was crying now too, an onslaught of emotions overwhelming him. For a while, he just listened to the soothing whispers of his father and focused on the gentle sensation of Donnie rubbing his shell.

It was safe to say that they didn’t let go for a while.

[and-corn]

(pt 5 of this comic)

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au Masterlist

Where it all started

Danny, for some freaking reason, is in Gotham living the high life of a street kid. One fantastic evening, he gets a pretty easy bet for $50 from one Jay Peters to stick a simple hero sticker on the Batmobile. Easy peasy, right? Tell that to his panic reaction to being zapped by the anti-tamper on the Batmobile. How does a 14 year old drive their new body?

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8

Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12

Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16

Part 17. Part 18. Part 19. Part 20

Part 21.

[beetlethebug]

consider,,,a lucanis who is in love with emmrich, a spite who is in love with rook, a rook in love with emmrich, and emmrich who is in love with all three but wants lucanis, spite, and rook to get together because he feels he is not the type of man any of them deserve...

bonus points for spite being the one to realize just what sort of love quadrilateral is going on and is the one to get them all together.

[deafening-radio-silence]

True story.

(Some leftover ideas I had when I drew this one lol.)

Bonus:

[lilacprose]

𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 | 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary; In a dark, small cell on the Star Fighter, Vader enters. On his knees, his helmet off, eyes on her... word count; 1,040 words a/n; The indulgence is selfing. He's still Vader with the armour but not burned. ROTS-era hair. Yea... 😳 May or may not be inspired by this specific photo. oop-. Shoutout to the best of the best @itsladyliv who always got my back, and @crumblekitty who beta-read this fic (we sure had a Time™ brainstorming this). content includes; Vader on his knees doing you-know-what (oral) to fem!reader. Nothing too graphic, more atmospheric than smutty (but smutty nonetheless). Written in third person with no use of y/n. Minimal dialogue. Minors can look away, there's nothing to see here.

Smooth metal beneath the tips of her fingers. Nails and fingertips digging through the grooves others before her had created. Sensing a piece of them with each scratching motion. Scared. Terrified. Innocent. Guilty. Straightening out the fabric of her long white skirt, she contemplated which one of those belonged to her. Scared when they dragged her, terrified when her face got covered. A white masked “guilty” before doors closed behind her.

And then darkness. It lifted from her head only to engulf her again in the small cell. But instead of marching footsteps, the galaxy gently hummed outside her window. She couldn’t make out anything. A stream of white light illuminated the room, cutting it in two. A straight line between her and emptiness.

She draws a deep, questioning breath. How long was she going to stay here? Long enough for her vision to remember these four walls? Long enough for this bench to become a permanent piece of her? Her hands move on either side of her, her grip tightening on the edge of the bench for a moment. She taps her fingertips mindlessly on the cool metal surface and sighs.

Interspersing the galactic hum, there were sudden footsteps. Heavy. Leather boots sounding like they could be full of metal. Making haste to the door. When the door flies open, she sits up straight. Turns her head. It was only breaths she could hear. Echoing, echoing, echoing. Her eyes began to adjust to the towering presence in the room. Darth Vader was enormous, making the room seem so much smaller than it already was.

He walks to the corner opposite her, past the white light. Something clicks. The breathing suddenly stops. She sees Vader’s shadowy hands reach for the helmet and lift it off his head. Her eyes had gotten used to the dark by now. Adjusted to the outline of his body, the flow of heavy fabric a black waterfall down his broad shoulders. He throws his head back, soft curls gently cascading as he stretches his neck from side to side. Vader lets out a sigh.

The helmet crashes to the ground with a loud thud that makes her jump. Her heart races as he slowly turns towards her. He takes slow steps into the light. Parted lips illuminated, shiny with longing and starvation. His chest rises and sinks beneath the heavy armour. She notices the shallowness of his breaths—impatiently quick with lustful undercurrents.

Her heart thumps in her chest. He’s so quiet. She longs for the echoes of mechanical breaths instead of this. This deafening, deafening silence. Him not saying a word. Her not knowing what will happen next.

And yet…

The more she looks at him, the more she knows. The questions from before return to her like trails of a wildfire. Scared. Terrified. Innocent.

Guilty.

The cloak swishes. Heavy fabric thrown behind his back. Vader lowers himself, moving away from the light, his lips hidden in the shadows. The stream of white hits only his eyes. Closed, looking down, never meeting hers.

A furrow on his brow grows with focus. “Do you believe it?” The sound of his voice, an intoxicating deepness, sends a hot flash in her core. His hands slide, clothed and steady, over her sides. Caressing her hips, creasing her skirt. He grabs fistfuls of white fabric, hitching it over her knees. “That you’re guilty?” Vader looks up at her now, requiring only one look from him for her to lift herself so that the skirt can fall over her hips. Vader removes his left glove. His leather and her white lace float to the floor. Vader’s two hands stroke her thighs, the right clothed and the left as bare as hers.

Slowly. He bends her left leg, his bare grip firm on her soft skin. Slowly. Warm lips begin to trace a trail down her inner thigh.

She gasps at the sensation of his mouth. Vader draws his tongue over her arousal, steady and slow. Tasting her like a starving man. She leans her head back against the wall, letting out a loud moan as he begins sucking her. Oh—she wants to touch him. To feel the strands of his hair between her fingers as he devours her. Her fingertips barely get to graze his hair when her hands suddenly become unable to touch him. All that comes out of him is a low “No…” as his moans reach deeper into her. Her hands move to the edge of the bench. He keeps them there, holding her down with a phantom’s touch. He hums into her, heated vibrations spread all over.

One look.

He denies it. Vader shakes his head, his hair tickling her inner thighs. She becomes unable to say anything. All that can come out of her are pleasured tears. In her mind she pleads and begs, but words don’t form—they only sigh and moan and cry for him.

Let me touch you.

Her knees buckle, and she writhes over him. Vader picks up the pace, adjusting his body so he reaches the parts of her that make her scream. Her legs rest on his shoulders. He lets out loud, deep groans.

Still without looking. Still holding her down.

Please—

The Force slowly lifts off her hands.

Lips lift from her too.

He catches his breath. “Tell me… What’s it going to be, then? Innocent…” He opens his eyes. “…Or guilty?” Vader looks at her for what feels like an achingly long time. The questioning hot gaze and his darkened eyes send her closer to the edge. Her hands glide up his head. She takes in the sight of him as her fingers, entangled with curls, massage his head. She hopes that his eyes never abandon her. To remain open as her hands carefully tug at his hair. To never break when she directs his face back to the throbbing spot between her legs. To stay with her until she comes undone before him.

His shallow, hot breath brushes against her. He waits. He keeps his eyes on her, but he waits. The anticipation, the hovering of his mouth over her.  The waiting.

His eyes stay on her as his lips return.

And he gives it to her.

taglist; @ladyanaschmidt @death-of-peace-of-mind @darth-jess @anakinstwinklebunny @orchidscurse @internallysalad

[crownedinmarigolds]

Another Anya post incoming - the only reason Jimmy found that gun for the last part of the game was because Anya opened the drawer and exposed its hiding spot. But she couldn't use it in the end because Jimmy had the Captain Code Scanner and the case remained locked! Would she have shot Curly before herself if she could have opened the case? Would it just have been a bullet for her? If she could've gotten the gun would she have even tried hurting herself at all, or would she have tried taking Jimmy first? Ah so good - my heart is so broken.

[linipik]

Good Omens S2 doodles

--Love like yours will surely come my way

[toxintouch]

TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:

✦ Vere going absolutely feral after he sees the MC getting hurt ✦

It's a Soulless that hurts them?  The monster barely gets a swipe in before Vere is on it.  He's ripping it apart with his fucking teeth.  He can't stop growling, even after the thing is already dead, blood dripping down his face, splattering his chest, smeared all over his chains.

He's a force of nature - beautiful and deadly in equal measure.  

His ears are going to stay pinned back for a while.  He can't relax.  MC can try to calm him down and comfort him but his disposition won't go back to normal until he's satisfied.  (Satisfied with patching them up, fussing over them in a way that's just this side of an insult.)  He'll take them to bed, but only in the most literal sense.  (He just wants to listen to their heartbeat with his tail wrapped around them until he feels better.)

 . . . But what if it is a human who does it? Say, someone from the Senobium… 

Vere wants to blot them from the face of the earth but he can't.  Not with the collar on.  He has to resort to trickery or manipulation if he wants MC's assailant to stop.

 (And he has to act unaffected.  He can't let on…)

 It's absolutely maddening because he could squash their attacker like a bug if he wasn't so chained.  He wouldn't have to watch this happen if -- he shouldn't have to watch this happen, they're his -- but he can't stop it, not the way he wants to.  His hackles are up.  His claws absolutely itch with the need to tear this vermin to shreds.  His handlers will write it off as hunger, blood lust.  (They'll be right, if only partially.)

Bonus Points: Vere seeks Kuras' help willingly in order to save MC's life.

 The MC getting grievously injured…

Vere picking them up bridal style and carrying them to Kuras' clinic. 

He doesn't wait in the line.  (Not that there's going to be much of a line, people scatter like rats once they see his face.)  

He'll break down the goddamn door if he has to.  He doesn't say a word, just snarls at Kuras and refuses to be removed from the room while MC is treated.

 (Does he fume in the corner the whole time?  Or does he hover near Kuras, distrusting the angel, accepting the proximity despite his distaste?)

 Kuras doesn't say anything either.  He just gets to work.

[b0nkedmehead]

(°Д°)

[achillean-knight]

Part 2

[megsdoodletag]

I just want to say that you have a goddamn GIFT for drawing Morty. Like holy shit, oh my god, you draw him so so good. I literally stare at your art of him for. Too long to be socially acceptable. He's so fucking pretty 😭💙💙💙💙

this is extremely funny to me bc i'mma b honest, the only other natural warhammy in my friend circle is like. Thee Mortarion Liker. so he's like. he's like a blorbo in-law to me. I don't even go here, really.

here, flower for baby reaper. just for u.

[shuploc]

I JUST SAW SOMEONE SAY ASTARION LOOKS LIKE VIKTOR FROM ARCANE

WHU- I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!!????

[allastoredeer]

EVERYONE GO LISTEN TO THIS ALASTOR RAP SONG RIGHT NOW. IT IS SO GOOD I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT ON REPEAT FOR 10 MINUTES NOW. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT

[kagooleo]

finally got my fluffyrice keychain tests in! these guys turned out much bigger than I anticipated (and after noticing a very specific error on one of these ���) but they honestly turned out pretty nice!

[xenocorner]

OMG! Xeno, you're back!! Welcome back, bro! We missed you so much ♡ When Tumblr was suddenly like "Xenocorner just posted again, it's been a while!" in my notifications, I nearly flipped out. Happy to hear you came out victorious from all that chaos in your life. We're still here, still raving about Stephen, and more than excited to welcome you back! Cheers, mate!

I am so incredibly sorry for the amazingly late reply :''']

Thank you so so much!! :''''D It means the world to know that people enjoy what I spit on this hellsite and we can all brain rot together. I'll always be coming back to this lovely place with all you lovely people because it honestly is my happy place thanks to you all :D

I humbly offer one of my Stephen forever wips in return for your kind and uplifting words <3<3<3<3