#other peepaws: are you stupid

[threestripeslider]

„Every F!Leo fic dislikes their Little Leo!“

that was true for odd man out for like. 2-3 chapters before i reversed that shit on Leonardo‘s ass. like he finally decided to be Normal and think „this is a Whole Child what was i thinking okay time to bond with this child and be kind to him“ meanwhile Little Leo wanted him out of his house yesterday.

[kathaynesart]

TIP JAR (every little bit is appreciated!)

R E P L I C A

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COMIC: ARC 1 - Boot(y)ing Up - 1 - 2 -  ARC 2 - The Spark - 1 - 2 - ARC 3 - Forgiveness - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ARC 4 - Probing - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ARC 5 - Distractions and Dilemmas - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - INTERMISSION - Checkmate - 1 -  HOLIDAY SPECIAL - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

ANIMATICS: The Funny One Not Dead High Five

EXTRAS: Replica Timeline Future Donnie Design Omega Design (SPOILER) No Love for You Processing Stupidity Peepaw Paradox Peepaw Paradise Peepaw Showdown 1 Peepaw Showdown 2 Peepaw Showdown 3 Peepaw Showdown 4 TMNT AU Competition 1 TMNT AU Competition 2 TMNT AU Competition 3 TMNT AU Competition 4 TMNT AU Competition 5 Feral Leo 1 Feral Leo 2 Cass and Replica Reunion 1 Cass and Replica Reunion 2 (not my art) Cass and Replica Reunion 3 (not my art) Cass and Replica Reunion 4 (not my art) Cass and Replica Reunion 5 Bootyyyshaker GIF Leo PUNCH Donnie’s Eyebrows Handsome Future Donnie

INFO: Donnie’s Scars

MERCH: Processing/Displaying Stupidity ROTTMNT General Upcoming

Finally have an official cover and title!  There were some REALLY good guesses as to what the title could have been, but I can at least explain my reasons why I went with Replica.  TLDR you can still call it Future Booty Shaker if you want. Usual info dump below: 

 There are several reasons why I chose Replica as the final name.  The most obvious being that Omega is Donnie’s blatant attempt at replicating himself in digital form.

The second being that this comic is in itself is an attempt at replicating the vibe and setup of the film’s opening as closely as possible.  Those first 4:05 have literally become the bible for this story and I have already had to make vast changes based off of tiny details that weren’t noticed until later on.  

Ironically the cut full opening just dropped today and I do have some feelings I’d like to address.  It’s obvious how substantially different the two openings are from each other.  As cool as it was to see everyone kicking butt, I will admit I still like the final version a lot better.  Sure it’s shorter, but it felt far more personal and intimate than the action packed cut version, and THAT’S the sort of vibe I want to replicate in this comic.

At its core, this isn’t a story about fighting a bunch of Krang, it’s a story about a family fighting their own personal battles before an apocalyptic backdrop and Replica is a vain attempt at retaining that feeling while building a story around it. Will I be successful?  Who knows.  I will definitely be drawing reference from the cut boards especially the appearance of their colony.  I’m happy my hunch was right that they were stationed beneath the Statue of Liberty, that was already a part of my story haha.

My runner up title would have been “Fall of the TMNT” however I felt it was a little too on the nose.  Though it did make for a fun dichotomy with “Rise of the TMNT”s title.   Anyways that’s my info dump.  Feel free to still hashtag Future Bootyyy Shaker, I know I will.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Not a bad Techno take but a bad Phil take. Whenever someone calls him neglectful for not being a parent to c!Tommy I lose my shit a little bit more, especially cause they don't keep up the energy with c! Wilbur. Like, one of them made c!Tommy into a child soldier and the other just didn't want custody of this random child their kid found.

Not only is c!Wilbur right there if you want a shitty, negligent dad character (toward Tommy and Tubbo, yes, but also let's not forget that Wilbur is canonically a shitty and absent father to his actual son Fundy. Whereas Phil is like,,, an okay dad to his only canonical child Wilbur? We actually know very little about Phil's actual parenting, but what we do know implies he's like, not particularly bad at it lol)

BUT ALSO, Phil is very nice to Tommy?

I'm not disagreeing with the fact that Phil has absolutely 0 obligations towards Tommy because that's literally just Some Random Kid (tm) and it's fucking weird to hold Phil to some kind of dad standard because of your own headcanons when there are countless adults in the dsmp and you're not proclaiming them to somehow be obligated to take a parental role to the random teenagers running around that server...

However completely separate from that argument, Phil has always been extremely nice to Tommy? c!Phil is generally nice to almost everybody all the time and is naturally inclined to be charitable, generous, and kind unless somebody is being a dick first or threatens somebody Phil cares about. Phil consistently throughout the dsmp offers Tommy advice and help, shares items with him, even checks in on Tommy unprompted like??? I may be stupid (/j) I just really don't get why people hate on c!Phil, peepaw hasn't done anything wrong to your blorbo

[ryethebrokengae]

Okay, but imagine 141 x Delirious and sick!reader(me rn):

Day 1:

# They could tell you weren't feeling tip top yourself, with the way you were a bit groggier and took longer to get across base for meetings.

# They, much like you, originally thought you were just burnt out from pushing yourself too hard.

# Because of that you decided to take a few days off from training. Asking Price about it. Who obviously approved, but was iffy about it.

Day 2:

# This was when they could really tell something was off.

# You spent most of the day napping or eating.

# And when you were awake you were sniffling and grouchy.

# One time when you were getting yourself a snack you saw a brand spanking new box of cold medicine. And silently thanked whoever had gotten it for you.

Day 3:

# This was when shit started getting weird. You had woken up feeling grosser than you had felt yesterday but shrugged it off.

# The morning, per usual, was spent napping.

# And when you went to lunch with everyone else you noticed that you were a bit more hyper than usual.

# Which was strange seeing as you were definitely still sick. You shrug it off, still feeling gross.

# When you're around the boys you start saying shit that normally you wouldn't even think of. And almost start crying from something you said cause of how funny it was to you.

# The boys just looked at each other confused and worried.

# When you suddenly pause and sit up. "I think I'm delirious." It all clicks.

# Simon nods to you slowly like 'yeah. We can tell, love.'

# I imagine after awhile of you running around base. -Or let me correct myself. Running *away* from the boys on base.- They catch you, of course, and nearly strap you to your bed and force feed you medicine.

# You're already a little out there when you're not delirious, and they do *not* wanna find out what kinda shit you pull when you are.

A/N: Anyway. I'm pretty sure this is legible and makes sense. It's not great but that's what you get when sick!rye gets to writing. God. I need to get off this app.(will I? No.)

Lil added scene based off me rn:

# They find you watching tik toks at 3AM while sitting on the floor in the base kitchen. Eating pancakes and drinking tea.

# Price is *pissed*

# I just imagine him[We all know it's Ghost who does the actual dragging. Our peepaw can't risk breaking his back keepin' your delirious ass from pulling some stupid shit] **literally** dragging you back to your room. And you just saying, "Nooo, c'mon Pricee. Look! The tea's even the kind for colds! Ay! At least lemme bring my pancakes!"

[emsuemsu]

If there's something I really love in life it's the elderly. I love old people and old people love me and that is a fact. I am a peepaw whisperer, I speak fluent grandma. So naturally I've been on a mission for some senior citizen Drarry to quench my never ending thirst.

Some of these fics do contain neurodegenerative diseases such as Alzheimer's. Some of these fics do contain MCD in a form of dying of old age. They're all tagged accordingly, if in doubt check the tags.

These are all well under 10k, and hit me up with some more geriatric Drarry recs if you have some!

About Damn Time by @lumosatnight 👴 4,045 words

All Draco wants to do is eat his custard cup and nap in peace. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, when the Flamel House for Experienced Wixen is overrun with Harry Potter and his idiot friends.

The Afterlife, According to Draco Malfoy by @stripedsilverfeline 👴 1,861 words

Tea is not a proper substitute for astral brooms': The Afterlife, according to Draco Malfoy

Age is just a number by @gnarf 👴 1,555 words

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

Attic Past by @piarelei 👴 500 words

Here are his knees. Noticeable and ugly. Harry sighs, doesn’t dare look at more of himself; the skin loose around his thighs and the wrinkles crowning his eyes. “I have ugly knees,” he tells the room. Draco, predictably, is already downstairs and doesn’t answer.

Brave by @mars-bar81 👴 8,403 words

Draco had never been the brave one- that had always been Harry's job.

Easier Than Falling Asleep by @gnarf 👴 1,029 words

After a long and happy life Harry is ready to return to Kings Cross. This time it's not Dumbledore, but his husband waiting for him there and they finally get to ride the Hogwarts Express together.

Dear Life by @drarryangels 👴 5,208 words

"Draco ran his fingers over the headstone at his feet and let his creaky knees fold underneath him to sit on the grass. When he was younger, he thought he’d never get old like this. With bad joints, white hair, and off trend clothes. Harry would’ve laughed at him if he could see Draco sitting in the dirt sniffling over his lost touch in the fashion industry." Or the story where Draco and Harry get to grow old together and be happy.

I Wouldn't Change a Thing by @rei382 👴 1,380 words

Harry and Draco, an old married couple, need to pack to go to their retirement home. But Harry stumbles upon an old photo album, and all kinds of memories start to flood back.

lucidity comes before the sun sets by @squintclover 👴 707 words

Life and memories are cruel sometimes... Stealing Harry from Draco before his time.

Meeting Too Late by WSbrat 👴 1,528 words

What if Draco and Harry fell in love when it was too late? What if they fell in love anyway?

Old School by Bardo 👴 5,053 words

When he was younger, Draco Malfoy used to say sex was dead after 65. Of course, at the time, he wasn't talking about himself.

Stay with me forever, we'll ride this out together by @triggerlil 👴 420 words

In old age, Harry cares for Draco.

Two Old Coots by @sofyachy 👴 1,898 words

On their 50th anniversary, Harry and Draco are a couple of old coots who no longer care what they tell other people about their relationship, to their kids’ mortification. Gather round, children; it’s inappropriate story time.

Wiser With Age, Still Stupid in Love by @sethsevolution 👴 3,483 words

There came a point in their lives where they felt like they were only ones left and that was what finally drew them together.

Won't You Stay By My Side by @gracerene 👴 1,936 words

Harry needs to convince Draco that he is too old to continue his dangerous job as an Investigative Journalist.

[animentality]

Do you think Moonrise/the colony was maybe the only place where Durgetash could have peaceful moments together since it’s Shar‘s domain/Shar having an unrelenting grip on the territory and also Ketheric’s presence and place aka Myrkul’s ? Bhaal’s (and Bane’s) Temple being far away and not being able to pester Durge (and Gortash) with murdery Urges and nightmares?

Durgetash not being able to feel Bhaal’s and Bane’s divinity as much and not feeling their scrutinizing stare/judging-unforgiving eyes on em?

Not having to put up the authority/Chosen/head leader-show towards other (or at least in less quantity) Bhaalists and Banites, not having to be as secretive about their affections towards each other too? *cough cough* ORIN.

Having more time for each other, no stupid patriar-meetings, less cult related business etc. more work together: scheming plans, working out the new absolute symbol heh, stealing sips or straight up the whole mug of coffee from each other at meetings in-front of Ketheric cuz long night working together at the colony *cough cough* and other buddy-things, working in the colony overall very close, lotsa intimate dissecting …

Durge seeing a more relaxed, more enthusiastic/curious/excited to work on new stuff-Gortash less annoyed perhaps (cuz of other ppl)?

Gortash being able to see different sides of Durge, them being with their gnolls and teaching them things all lovey-dovey (couldn’t picture that happening in baldurs gate/the city) maybe having childish arguments with ghouls related to murder and dietary? (Secretly) Seeing how THE FCKING Elderbrain has found a mutual liking in Durge?.?

Durgetash (probably more Durge, but Gortash would enjoy observing?) bothering/annoying Ketheric and his Myrkulites, Durge being more petty, mumbling insults how the undead (Ketheric included)/lackey skeletons “are a disgrace to death and murder” “what’s dead should stay dead” in a sense? Bhaal’s wishes being to see everyone wiped from faerun and all that

So yeah, your all-knowing thoughts on this, oh wise Durgetash-lunacy CEO

I have to first say, that the idea of a neutral ground where Gortash and Dark Urge could meet like Romeo and Juliet or some shit, and just be away from their respective gods is absolutely beautiful.

I have a starry eyed love for the forbidden romance aspect of Durgetash, where they meet in secretive little coves only they knew about, and you've set my brain on fire with the warmth of possibility. I also didn't even think about how Shar owning those lands would make it hard for other gods to watch anything going on in those areas.

A fascinating concept, and one I'd love to keep thinking about.

Plus, it allows me to giggle to myself, imagining Ketheric being...so....fucking....angry that they're mooching off his space and making him endure the most unbearable third wheeling imaginable.

But.

That being said.

Moonrise is also where the Dark Urge lost everything.

It's also where Enver Gortash lost them.

So maybe it would be a refuge for brief period, where they could work together and annoy peepaw...

It's also a place of grief. Not just for Ketheric, who lost his family, but for everyone who lost their families and their communities when Shar cursed the land.

Also where two wretched villains lost the only innocent thing they ever had.

AND THAT'S MY DELUSION.

[d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

Comfort/fluff

You were bored, after coming back from the purgatory hall, you were hanging out with Luke decorating cupcakes with him, scrolling through Devitube on your D.D.D, you came across these stunning paper flowers, it was a tutorial, so you tried it out taking out some old art supplies you didn't use anymore you got to work.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lucifer ࿐ྂ

He was in his office doing some work, he had a shitty day constant arguments with Satan and belphie more work from Diavolo, he felt as if his head was going to explode (poor peepaw), you, on the other hand, felt bad, Lucifer seemed extremely stressed, and yes even though it was normal and even though belphie and satan made you join the 'anti-lucifer club' you still couldn't help but feel bad, so you decided to give your flower to him, sadly you knew that it wouldn't take away the shit load of work, knocking a rhythm on the door, you heard a tired "Enter." behind the entrance, opening the door your hair falls in front of your complexion, peeking in you flash the black haired demon a nervous smile. "Ahh, Mc it's so good to see you, what brings you here?" smirking Lucifer leans back, his stray hairs going in all directions, you could tell he was tired just by seeing the bags under his crimson-red eyes, "Here sit." pointing to the chair in front of his desk he motions you to sit down. "Can I get you some tea?" looking up you shake your head "No, it's okay Luci, you sit down and relax, okay?" smiling you look down in your hands placing the paper flower on his desk, "Here, I made this for you." he lifted an eyebrow, taking the paper rose in his gloved hand, looking at the paper rose you made him, he smiled softly, it's a smile you don't get to see much only when you two are alone, or sometimes he is happy with his brothers. "thank you..mc, I'll cherish this, forever, come here." he motioned for you to sit on his lap, as you sat down he placed his arm around you, you leaned on his chest, the smell of pomegranate, and expensive wine clouding your mind, closing your eyes you two sat there, comforted by each others company.

↳˳;; ❝ Mammon ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"Stupid Levi calling me names." walking to his room with his hands in his pocket the white messy-haired demon quibbled to himself about the harsh treatment he got from his brother, upon entering his room, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through his D.D.D, his unhappy expression not leaving his face, after a while he heard a knock before an annoying sigh could leave his mouth he heard a sweet voice coming from the other side. "Mammon, it's me Mc." his eyes gleamed a bit, and he walked to his door to open it for you, he watched as you went into his room walking behind you, he leaned on the pool table, and your hands were behind your back hiding the yellow paper rose you had made for him. "alright..what are ya hidin' behind your back?" he tilted his head to the side looking at you with suspicion, you looked down on the floor, anxious to give him this paper rose, why are you nervous? You thought to yourself, I mean I've known him for quite a while I shouldn't be nervous I'm not always nervous in front of him- "Yo Human?." mammon snapped his fingers in front of you, seizing you out of your thoughts, "i-um I made you this rose." you let out, as you showed it to him, you could see his eyes had slowly widened, "I know it's not an expensive gift..but I know the others treat you like crap and today it's really gotten to your head, so I wanted to make this rose for you." you tried to explain, your heart felt like it had exploded honestly, mammon gaze was on yours, I don't think I've left mammon that speechless before..you thought, chuckling in confusion, he held the rose in his hand gently, "For me? Seriously?" he gaped at the paper rose in awe, it was enchanting it had such small details, to him this rose had more worth than any of the expensive items he had in his room, feeling a slight blush form on his cheeks, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Mammon pulled you into a hug, your eyes were a little wide and cheeks a bit red but you leaned into his comforting hold.

.·:*¨༺Levi༻¨*:·.

Levi always felt insecure, but today he felt even worse, for some reason his mind just wanted to tournament him, it annoyed him he just wanted to play his games but he couldn't, everything was so difficult when his thoughts were loud, so there he was slumped on his chair, wearing his headset, his game console was in his hand, the blue light from his tank illuminated on his face that had a soft frown on it, hearing a knock, he fixed his posture, "Come in.." *he groaned a bit, you entered the room, you hand was behind your back, the pale demon flashed you a warm smile, feeling a bit better by your presence, you could tell by his face something was a bit off, "what's wrong?" you asked making your way to his bathtub and leaning on it, "Nothing, it's just one of those days you know, mind is all over the place." he replied leaning back on his chair, his eyes were now glued on the ceiling, "You know you can speak to me.." you said as you tilted your head to the side, he didn't say anything, feeling bad you took out the orange paper-rose, looking down on it, he shifted his gaze to the rose, blinking a couple of times, "Eh? What's that?" he got up looking at the paper rose, you smiled a bit, placing the flower on his desk, "I made it for you..." his eyes slowly widened, taking the rose in his hand, he looked at it, it was gorgeous, he could feel himself get emotional, a blush crept up on his complexion, his gaze flickerd to the rose and back to your kind ones, you chuckled softly, taking his other gaming console, "I heard a new game came out, do you wanna play it?" still in a little shock he places the rose on the desk taking his gaming controller and nodding his head, you two spent the entire night playing video games, and talking about each others problems, needless to say Levi feels better when he is around you.

umm ik that i only did the older brothers, im sorry if u wanted to see all of them, this idea is kinda sweet kinda boring? Idk, if someone likes this thats cool. Buy i like it :D

Update: I should've read through this cus there were a lot of spelling mistakes..the fact I use Grammarly too..well I've fixed them now-

[helyiios]

went thru all 36 pages of benthan on ao3 so here’s a fun recap of things i noticed in fics

-ethan can best be described as a puppy dog and is always described as such. always very pouty. very cute. would die if it meant benji could be saved

-once they confess they both say “i love you” to each other a bunch of times, like they can’t stop saying it. noticed a lot of fics did this and it’s really sweet

-SO MANY “there was only one bed” and they’re ALL so good

-ALSO SO MANY “fake dating for mission” and they’re ALSO so good

-that one fic where benji’s a middle school teacher and ethan has a little girl. one of the best fics i read.

-self deprecating benji who doesn’t seem to see his own potential. ethan thinks he’s the most wonderful man in the world

-“i made you a sauté of veggies :)” “ethan im begging just order take out” “it’s not healthy :(“

-“im glad you and ilsa found each other” (ensues 10k of benji being torn abt it even tho ethan isn’t even w ilsa) (benji’s stupid)

-ilsa/jane trying to survive benthans stupidity

-jane and brandt keeping on playing matchmaker

-THAT ONE FIC WHERE JULIAS GETTING MARRIED AND BENJI AND ETHAN HAVE TO PRETEND THEYRE DATING GUYS GO READ IT RN

-ethan being a healthy little freak (he does yoga @ 5am and eats really bland and healthy food)

-julia and ilsa always kissing benji on the cheek

-brandt being a party bro and overall the funniest mf in the imf

-gratuitous descriptions of benji lusting over ethan’s body and vice versa

-ethan losing his fucking MIND in fics where benji has tattoos

-“you’re my best friend benji :)” “(trying to not explode on the spot) that’s nice ethan. you too”

-peepaw always throwing himself in danger and benji finding that super hot but also being worried sick (but it’s also super hot)

-that one fic where benji’s working on The Project and ethan poses as an architect and they fall for each other

-benji having a hard time coping w the ptsd lane left him with

-ethan’s being a world class pro at blowjobs

[beeceit]

Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there. 

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care. 

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand. 

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends. 

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound. 

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles. 

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands. 

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

[nani-nonny]

-Mention of drinking (and love-drunk babble from nonny)-

TLDR: I love you guys a lot, platonically

I got off work early to visit my papá, and I get there to a shot awaiting me in my lola’s hand, urging me to take shots with my papá because it’s so father-child bonding to take shots with parents (basically tradition)

Anyways, I’m ten shots deep (because I’m drinking for my alcohol-free siblings) and downing my second tamarind whiskey mixed drink and I’m feeling the love <333

I love it when people tell me they like my writing, it’s makes me all ooey gooey inside and I don’t know how to respond in words

I like when people review my writing (I’m looking mainly at you sniper *besito*)

I like when people don’t say anything but give a like or kudos to my fics (I memorized the returning readers and I always recognize you, but I won’t out you in case it makes you uncomfortable. But I see you and love you)

I like when people ask questions

I like when people like my peepaws. I’ve thought about making a role playing blog specifically for my peepaws, wouldn’t that be fun? So we can see it in its own space instead of BYMH?

I like when people draw me stuff inspired by my peepaws, even stupid doodles that FM Radio draws (I love you my dear friend mwah)

I like when I see the same people in my notifications interacting with my stupid snippets or even things I reblog (drifting mwah you’re more than this category but I’m drunk and lazy I think)

I like when people interact with my mundane posts and not related to my fics. You don’t have to do tjat, I’m voicing my inner thoughts to no one, but it makes me feel seen in a way that matters and doesn’t make me feel too perceived

I like writing peepaws

I like others peoples peepaws

I like the turtles not peepaws too

I fucking hate tcest bitches get away don’t perceive my peepaws

I like my drink it has a little sweet and spicy kick

I like my dad when he’s not acting like a toddler /aff lol

I like turtles

My little Jenny thinks it’s snack time whenever I’m snacking haha she’s cute

The kids I work with want to see Jenny but Jenny gets overwhelmed in that kind of scenario so I can’t bring her

I want to play games with my online friends :( I like phy and drifting and sniper and dragon and radio and haha it’s like I’m naming random objects in my room hehe

I shouldn’t have my phone in my hand but I’m responsible enough not to do stupid things

I like autocorrect because it makes me spell right haha

[gayassbish]

WINTER HIKING WITH AMBER! MODERN AU

A/N: This is the kickstarter for my CHRISTMAS event! Find it here! | 1.2k Words

Genre: Fluff! Slight Crack

Reader: Gender Neutral

AMBER is very serious about keeping an active lifestyle and is even more serious about her health. She wants to live to 100 and still be able to jump around like she does now. But she is always contradicting her longevity! She constantly puts her life in danger by eating extremely spicy hot buffalo wings that she knows she can’t handle and she annually sky dives from planes for fun. Not that you don’t try to stop her crazy antics though.

You are constantly reminding Amber how chasing after an adrenaline rush can cause her to be 6 ft under sooner than she thinks, but in turn, Amber always tells you that life is too short to be boring. Each time she says that you can’t help but think how your life is too short to be a widow before you even get married.

But alas nothing separated Amber from adrenaline: not the bleak season, not freezing temperatures, nor you ;).

And this winter when Amber says she wants to go hiking on the mini mountain a few hours from your area with you, your immediate reaction is that your lovely girlfriend wants to murder you in the middle of the woods </3.

Despite your protests, you can’t deny her in the end. After all what if something happens to Amber when she’s alone out in the forest? So if you can’t convince her not to go… then you have to go :’).

As payback though, you didn’t make the journey easy for her. You made her do the folding, the packing, the driving, and she basically still had to drag your ass out to hike the nearby mini mount. with her. Why did you date someone so adventurous? You don’t know, and you’re cursing yourself for loving someone so energetic.

The moment Amber parks the car and you exit from the comfort of the built-in heater of the vehicle, you feel a shiver down your spine.

You’re faced with the hiking trail in-front of that leads up and up with a mixture of leaf-barren trees and branches still adorning their reddish-yellow ones. Amber has told you about hows she hiked this mountain a lot with her grandpa as a kid. You can’t help but imagine a little Amber running around the woods and playing hide and seek with her old peepaw behind trees. Though the thought warms your heart, the freezing breeze calls you back to reality.

“Babe, come get your bag and let’s go change.” Amber shouts from the back of the car, shutting the trunk. She hands you your bag and leads you to the changing stalls placed in the back of the parking lot.

Amber changes quickly into thick sun glasses, a purple rain proof jacket and tights… But you, on the other hand, “Wow… look at you.” Once outside the changing stall, Amber has the nerve to laugh at you when she sees how you look like an inflated balloon. It’s not a big deal though, you’re only wearing multiple sweat pants and jackets. But for some reason Amber just has to say something. “Gosh, just how many layers are you wearing?” Amber leans against the door and crosses her arms over her chest, wearing a huge idiotic smile.

“Oh my god, you know how I get cold!” You send her a glare, not willing to put up with her cheery attitude in this kind of weather. “Let’s just get this over with already.” You huff aggravated and walk past her to the trail.

Amber, after secretly taking photos of how silly and cute you look, quickly catches up to you and just doesn’t take off that stupid smile off her face. Like what’s there to even smile about? Your pain? Your misery? Smh. “Can you even walk right in all that?” She jests, still making fun of you. She pokes a finger through your arm to try and see if she can feel you.

You slap her hand away. You give her another of your signature glares to compliment her goofy ass smile. “Last to the top buys dinner.” And run past her as quick as your (now stubby and little) legs can.

Amber starts laughing her ass off before trailing behind you.

The rest of the hike consists of stopping here and there to take selfies, posing as you meet the fellow hikers that offer to take photos, water breaks, and admiring the view… but as you hike further up hill and the wind gets harsher and the air gets cooler… it becomes more of a challenge to continue rather than your average Sunday morning hike.

So before you can even make it to the halfway point of the hike, you’re already spent.

“Oh come on babe, we’re almost there!” Amber looks back towards your teeth chattering self that’s about 15 feet behind her. She runs back down to you and grabs your hand. “At this rate you’re gonna lose.” She sings in a light jokey tone, but you’ve already long forgotten about this bet.

When Amber takes your hand, she starts walking, planning to drag you to the tippy top, but you don’t budge.

Amber looks back at you with an eyebrow raised, confused. “Amber..,” You watch her confused face turn into one of worry at the shaky tone of your voice. “I don’t think I can do it.” You speak brokenly with your teeth chattering and look at her with your runny nose. Sniffling and frowning at her and it breaks Ambers heart. You feel bad since she drove far to take you here, but you really can’t go another step.

Amber, however, doesn’t even think of the drive (or the effort to drag you outside the house). She’s just worried that maybe she did push you too far this time. “Are you certain?” Amber hunches over a little to be at eye level with you since she’s standing on the slanted mountain plain, higher than you. When you nod at her she brings you into a hug. “Okay! Here’s what’s going to happen.” You break the hug to look at her pearly whites. Rather than this smile being mildly infuriating, you find her cherry grin very comforting. “We’re going to go back down and I’ll take you to the nearest IHOP. You can get the sticky honey roast hot coco you like and it’ll be my treat!”

Amber watches your face light up from the promise of a chocolate served drink and you give her a kiss on the cheek. “Ah thank you! You know just what will cheer me up!” And Amber raises a hand to feel where you kissed since your lips were very cold.

“Your lips are freezing.” Amber looks at you and holds your hand again, she starts walking back down-hill, this time with you actually moving.

“You can try to warm them then.” You swing your arms with hers, obviously very happy at your return.

“Did you want to stop hiking to make out with me or because you’re actually cold and tired?” Amber questions your intentions as she looks at you, barely able to hold her smile back.

“Fine… no kisses for you.” You huff and run past her and you can hear her laughter as she trails behind you. She eventually catches up to you and Amber steals a quick peck from you! You scream some nonsense that she’s being a cheater but before you can accuse her anymore she gives you another peck. She steals a lot more from you and you both end up laughing your asses off as y’all head back to her car. You wonder if maybe your next adventure will be filled with less kisses and actually more… well, adventure.

A/N: GUYS Head Canon for Amber as a cop, but A GOOD ONE that wants to actually change the broken system from the inside… a lot like Judy from Zootopia. One, they’re both (gullible) self-righteous bunnys. And two, they’re literately the same “person” just in different fonts I swear.

[aquaticgoblinking]

I tend to have a hard time living for myself, so... I'm dedicating 2024 to my mom. I love you mom, more than anyone else. I'm trying my best to get better and I promise you're doing everything right. I don't know where I would be without you.

To my irl dad, who I know is trying his best. I love you, dad. You're doing a great job and I know I'm hard to talk to sometimes, and I don't know how to show affection, but I love you. We all do.

To @trollcatgirl and my other two siblings. I love you guys too, even though I'm an asshole and I can't express emotion and I don't know how to handle human interaction. Yall are my buddies.

To @eldrigeonsss and @tigers1o1 , my peepaws. You guys have helped me so much and when I grow up I wanna be like you. Everyone has their flaws and troubles, but I genuinely hold so much admiration for you two and the things you do.

To @crypticcoffe my beloved lil dumbass. I love you very very much and it makes my day each time you light up my screen with a text, no matter how stupid the subject. You're amazing.

To @sisiren who listens to all of my rants about characters and writing and drawing- you're so cool dude I love you /p like holy shit you're so cool. I also want to be you.

To my guppies in the Fishbowl, the OwO sluts, the gaes, the good wads. You don't know it but you've made me so so so so much better.

To Rose. You're just the best. I can't put it into words. You're like my mother/sister/best friend all in one, and you mean so so so much.

To the Chisscord. You fuckers know what you did.

I love you all <3 Happy New Year

[star-going-supernova]

Prompt: After vanessa is freed from ol' peepaw willy's control. One day, Gregory just sorta offhandedly comments "by the way, you had a real crappy knife as Vanny". Vanessa, understandably, questions how he knows this. Gregory proceeds to drag her to the store to buy a 4 buck knife, victoria brand (because i recently got one and omg that's sharp). Vanessa is now glad that Vanny was kind of a dummy. (I thought this could be funny!)

Basic implant background for Vanessa here! This is silly, lol.

Critique

It started with a movie trailer in which a character was shown attacking a friend because of mind control. It was all rising drama as the second character desperately tried to break their friend free without hurting them while still trying to defend themself. It struck a sour note in Vanessa. 

Had any of her victims, Gregory or otherwise, tried to snap her out of it? Begged for her to wake up, for her not to hurt them? Would they have known to? She didn’t remember enough from those months, her memory scattered and patchy. 

“You must have been so scared,” she murmured, almost without noticing. She immediately tensed when Gregory turned to look at her; That Night had been one of the Things We Don’t Talk About since it happened, and the last thing she’d meant to do was break that unspoken agreement.

But Gregory just made a dismissive noise. “Not really.” 

“Not—not really?” 

He sent her a half pitying, half apologetic look. “You were a really incompetent murderer, is all.” 

And despite how unbelievably stupid it was, Vanessa found herself mildly offended. “Excuse me?” 

Gregory sighed, put-upon. “Forget I said anything.” 

Vanessa did not, instead leaning forward to mute the TV. “No, no, we’re having this conversation. And I’m sorry for bringing it up—for making you uncomfortable, but—”

“Uncomfortable? What are you talking about?”

She gestured at him. “I don’t exactly want to make you relive a traumatic experience.” 

He stared at her blankly for a second, but before she could start to worry that he was having a flashback or something, he snorted, amused. “Ness, I hate to break it to you, but I didn’t find that night in the pizzaplex particularly traumatizing.” 

“You—what? But we, we have that silent agreement not to talk about it!” 

“Yeah. Because you get all self-loathing and thousand-yard-stare-y when you’re reminded of it.” 

“I—” Vanessa cut herself off, narrowing her eyes. Did she get like that? “But—your nightmares?”

He bit his lip, and she got the impression he was trying not to laugh at her. “I’ve never had a nightmare about you or the pizzaplex, actually.” 

“But I—your insomnia, the way you’re so tired in the morning sometimes, and sometimes you fall asleep with the light on!” 

“I have friends in other time zones,” he explained. “And what kid doesn’t stay up to all hours on YouTube? You wouldn’t believe how many theory videos are out there about Fazbear Entertainment and all the murders and stuff.” 

The murders. Her murders? Were there more murders committed by other murderers? 

They stared at each other for a long minute, Vanessa’s worldview shifting in multiple different directions and Gregory placidly watching it happen. 

“Okay, we’ll—come back to that, maybe, but—sorry, just. Let’s circle back to incompetent murderer. The hell does that mean?” 

“Let me put it simply: you dedicated six-plus hours to trying to kill me… and now I live in your house.” 

Vanessa slumped into the couch cushions, unable to argue. 

To add insult to injury, Gregory started counting off a list of incompetencies on his fingers. “Your costume was frankly comical with its bug-eyes and buckteeth and weird smile. I have to assume the mask severely limited your vision with the amount of times you just completely missed me despite me being right in front of you. You had no sense of urgency with the way you were skipping around, and you made it extremely easy to avoid you because you had no concept of stealth or subtlety. Using the animatronics to help you might have been a half decent idea if doing so hadn’t dumbed them down so much. An actual dog would’ve been better at tracking me.” 

She opened her mouth to interject, but he kept going. 

“The one time you did get close to me, you were so dead-set on maintaining the stupidest cover ever that you practically let me get away. I mean, seriously, who were you trying to fool? So what if I, the kid you were going to kill, knew Vanessa and Vanny were one and the same? And despite having an entire building’s worth of security cameras at your fingertips, you never used them to find me, and the door locks were useless with all the keycards laying around. Admittedly, that’s not entirely your fault, but as a murderer, I think you should’ve been more meticulous about that. And the worst part—”

This roast against her mind-controlled self got worse? 

“—your knife was a piece of crap.” 

A few seconds ticked by as Vanessa’s brain tried to take in his criticisms without thinking of them as points that she needed to improve upon. “What was so bad about my knife?” she asked, perhaps a bit too petulant.

Gregory shrugged. “It was a standard kitchen knife, which wasn’t the worst thing you could’ve chosen. But it clearly hadn’t seen a sharpener in way too long.” 

“How would you know?” Because, admittedly, it wasn’t like she’d ever gotten close enough for him to learn firsthand anything about her knife. 

He sucked in through his teeth, faux apologetic. “Another point against you,” he teased. “I stole your knife around 4:30 and you apparently didn’t even notice.” 

“You didn’t. You didn’t!” 

“I did!” His smile turned smug. “And I never gave it back.” 

“You still have it?” Vanessa asked. Was that something to be concerned about? Especially since he had such a clear idea of what made a person a good or bad murderer. 

“Duh. And you’re not getting it back now. It’s part of my collection.” 

Terrifying little menace. Vanessa looked back at the TV and unmuted it. Her thoughts swirled. 

A few minutes later, she huffily turned to Gregory again, smacking the couch cushion as she did, and loudly said, affronted, “Incompetent. Incompetent? Me? Really?” 

Gregory immediately bursting into laughter didn’t help her outrage. 

[tmntseparatedaucompetition]

I’m new to the tmnt online fandom, what exactly is this blog? Stupid question I know considering it says in your name 🙈

I don't think its a stupid question. You will get a needlessly detailed answer however.

Basically on tumblr, when they released polls, people were like "omg lets make our blorbos* fight." The blorbos then "fight" by being pitted against eachother in a poll and fans choose who moves on and who dies.

Blogs were created to be able to organize the blorbos fight and gained a lot of traction on tumblr in general. They go through brackets, kinda like March Madness. This is a blog that hosts such a competition.

So Pollmaster Coral (@rottmntpeepawpolls) created the Peepaw Polls to have the Rottmnt Peepaws duke it out for all glory and it made polls very popular, especially within the TMNT tumblr community**. @tmntaucompetition (Pollmaster Shadow) started around this time and

These competitions*** pit AUs against eachother and for propaganda people create VERY cool art. (I love seeing the art so much). I forgot what I was going to add to this paragraph.

Separated AUs are AUs popularized by ROTTMNT. They are AUs were at least one of the turtles is raised separately from the other turtles and end with them usually becoming a family at the end. Like a refound family type trope.

So in summary, this blog hosts a competition between tmnt separated aus.

Currently most of the poll blogs are on hiatus because most mods run blogs on their own and need a break. From what I can tell there's going to be a lot more activity in this coming spring (in the northern hemisphere).

Currently @last-ronin-tmnt-competition @tmnt-oc-comp are actively doing polls if you want to check them out!

*character you like

**I'm not really in other fandoms so polls could be popular in them but I wouldn't know

***I am aware theres comps that have like canon poll stuff (like character battles like Big Mama vs Sloppy Joeseph) but there's a lot of them that are similar (and confuse me) so I am unware of how many there are. So this mostly a discussion of polls that regard AUs

[cyberdragoninfinity]

....Sorry if this is a stupid thing to ask but. FR messy polycule dragon scries when

smiles fondly and looks at my lair

💜

im chronically a very lazy FR user who only really Goes and Does Things On Site when they release new breeds lmao i used to be Really Really Into it when i first started (t. ten years ago. oh my god. >__>) but i cant really keep up with it like i used to anymore....anyway when they dropped Sandsurges this year you KNOW i had to wrangle a pdox dragon out of it. I DO ALSO RLY LIKE SEEING CHARACTERS AS FR DRAGON AND IDEALLY I HAVE WANTED TO AT LEAST MAKE AN APORIA DRAGON EVENTUALLY BUT I HAVENT HAD THE FULL SPARK YET. i think he could make a very good gaoler. if I did ever make The Whole Peepaw Polycule in dragon form it'd be fun makin 'em all ancient breeds <3 grandpa event

i dont rly have any other yugioh 1:1 character dragons but i do also have a Nasch inspired Undertide 🌊

[crqizzart]

﹒ " sometimes, love hurts you. "

synopsis; ❝aether has liked you for quite a while now, he prepares to confess to you in a amusement park. WITHOUT having one of his friends ruin it all for him.❞

× parings; aether x gn!reader

feat; mentions of child(e), zhongli peepaw, raiden ei, venti, albedo, rubedo

warnings; slight angst, small crack, fluff, 2nd pov, modern college au, ooc aether,

notes; ❝oh no!!…. i wanna make this fully angst but grgrgrggrg i have to make it fluff… also please i beg you to skip some parts pls omg.. like the beginning is just an introduction.. or something but pls enjoy it tho.. ALSO HELPP IM CRYING BRO this is just p.1 because this author is lazy as hell❞

word count; 477

fujoshi’s dni

sometimes, aether was afraid of himself for having so many chaotic friends that were so so different and unique in their own ways.

first was childe being the rich friend of the friendgroup, and someones wallet (cough cough zhongli) he was also quite a battle addicted person, starting fights every now and then.

zhongli was the one friend that forgets their money almost every single time so people think hes broke (i bet hes rich by how much he forgets his money and use’s other people instead) he would also be the friend that tells tales to the others.

raiden ei is the bad cook, she may probably be the worst cook alive ever, as ei has burnt down the kitchen not once, not twice, not thrice, but i cannot count. she has burnt the food enough too. oh and did i mention that ei is quite obsessed with the idea of eternity (dont say eternity is stupid she’ll electrify you..)

venti, or should i say.. barbatos. is quite a heavy drinker, be careful to store your wine somewhere safe (tip for diluc) but its not like it could escape the nose of this drunkard. he is quite a goofball at times, but he can get serious. be careful of this drunkard so called drunken bard of the college.

albedo, (the love of my life.) the class scientist, he was known as chalk prince though. his intelligence exceeds some of the teachers, even if he can graduate already he stays in college for a little while. (to see me ofc..) he says its for experiments and because he thinks its quite unfair if he graduated.

rubedo (my love❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️) was often called the imperfect version of albedo, he gets quite annoyed whenever people called him that, so aether has to step in. just in case he made another student go to the hospital again.

they all (i’m too lazy to do the other characters ok.. shut ur mouth) caused quite a bit of trouble, expect for the good boys (razor, bennet, thoma🫶🫶)

anyways— to meet or die a lonely death, was your moto, (wym its o u r s) and you met aether exactly the same time you’ve said that, causing him to be quite concerned for your well being and confused as well. meet who?— that was what he wondered the most, though he never said it out-loud.

seeing your eyes shimmering with such hope, made him— feel things.. he didnt know what to say to it— it felt so new yet so familiar at the same time.

he could only watch you as you smile so happily talking about if you ever ended up with someone. his heart aches at the thought of you loving other people, but he cannot do anything about it. after who is HE to do anything in your love life?