#rise of the tma

[soulsavepoint]

Classifying Rise!Raph's Tma fear alignment

immediately, I think Raph is especially vulnerable to The Lonely, The Desolation, The Slaughter, and The Buried.

Raph is terrified of being alone, as we were shown in Man Vs Sewers. But I think Savage Raph would make getting consumed by The Lonely a bit more complicated, as he seems focused on survival, with little worry about being alone. I doubt Raph would make enough decisions to become an avatar of The Lonely, like the self isolation Martin does in season three. Raph does not do self isolation. He cannot be left alone for more then five minutes without freaking out. At best, I think Raph would be equivalent to a bag of chips to The Lonely, something to snack over the long term.

The Lonely could potentially distort Savage’s perception, and make it 10x harder to get Raph back in the event Raph is pulled into The Lonely. But the turtles run off of the power of love and friendship, so Raph would be marked somehow similar to Martin (something equivalent to Martin getting white streaks in his hair) but he would ultimately escape The Lonely because his family loves him.

With what we know about their childhood and a handful of headcannons, Raph is afraid of hurting his brothers. He accidentally hurt Donnie when they were children, and there where probably a few incidents in their childhood in which Raph got angry and hurt his brothers in some way shape or form. Desolation is the fear of your home being destroyed. Raph does have his home destroyed multiple times throughout the series. (Shredder destroying the layer, Leo almost getting trapped in the prison dimension, gram gram) Which adds the personal element to Desolation, but in terms of enacting Desolation, Raph is too much of a teddy bear to hurt anyone on purpose in the way avatars of the desolation tend to do.

I think The Desolation would have an easy time eating Raph. He is a very anxious person filled with overprotective tendencies as a big brother, so the simple concept of Raph failing to protect his brothers would fill him with so much despair that The Desolation would gobble him right up.

The Slaughter is the fear of unmotivated violence, it is war incarnate. I think Raph would vibe more with The Slaughter, with the music and the glory associated with war. He is built to be a tank after all, so why not fulfill his purpose? It is hard to imagine Raph killing anyone as he is a sweetie pie, but he can scare people just fine in theory. The lack of control instilled by The Slaughter would be problematic, as Raph has learned how to control his anger and strength so that he doesn’t kill somebody by accident.

Maybe The Slaughter would have a better time consuming Raph. Maybe in the TMA universe, Savage is just the mark of The Slaughter on Raph. I think that'd be really neat.

Which leaves The Buried. The Buried and The Vast are inextricably linked. As they are essentially there is this large thing, what is the large thing doing and how do you feel about it. So I think it would make sense if Raph was truly as large as he is, that The Buried would take a liking to him. All the better for crushing things with. Yes, Raph is claustrophobic, which only serves The Buried.

What is the weight of the world on your shoulders but the world hugging you. Comfort is the weight of a big brother. Comfort is a tight hug. Comfort is your ginormous brother pressed against you so that you are safe from all harm.

In the end of all things, I think Raph would be an avatar of The Buried.

He would be marked by the slaughter early on in life in an experiment run by Draxum, which would be the savage episodes. In order to appease the savage episodes, somebody needs to die and the rest of the turtle brothers have learned how to organise a death so that they can get Raph back. He would later be adopted by The Buried through a series of choices and decisions, in which he gets his growth power (like his projections in the canon series) and can go kaiju in his own domain in which the only person who will experience his kaiju form is the victim. His other power is an insatiable grip, which means that once he gets a hold of you, you cannot get away from him. Grip being defined as more than a handshake.

His bed is a pile of dirt. His most common form of terrifying his victims is just going under ground and teasing them a little bit, just pulling them under only a little. You know that one lady who was scared of a hand pulling her underneath the rubble. Yeah that’s Raph.

I imagine The Buried isn't a particularly demanding entity, and would most of the time let Raph do his own thing. He does occasionally bury people on accidental-purpose, usually people that are deemed a threat to his family. Where he wants to consume them, but he doesn’t want to consume them, so he consumes them. I imagine that this is enough for The Buried.

[transrevolutions]

things you can tell people if they ask you about the scars on your face:

- "large scale worm attack" - "clowns tried to steal my skin but I got away" - "nearly got overtaken by the evil fog" - "cursed door incident" - "the angles cut me when I try to think" - "a cop bit me" - "gym membership went horribly wrong" - "rock concert went horribly wrong" - "got stuck underground for eight months" - "the last girl I kissed was reallyyyy hot. literally" - "stared at the void (it stared back)" - "got rid of the death vines but at what cost" - "ask me again and I'll give you fucking vertigo" - "I saw too much and now I bear the marks of my hubris" - "the spiders. they want out ::::)"

[mossiistars]

some stupid whiteboard doodles to cheer everyone up <3

ft. @qc-wiggles bullying me in my own server

[wilkoakdraws]

Inktober 2023, The Magnus Archives Edition - prompts 13-17.

[gibsalotdoodles]

tma sticker sheet im gonna have at comic con africa :) the jon and martin designs will also be available as a connected keychain!

[st4r-t3ars]

The “How to kill your boss” bookclub

[annabelle--cane]

the real contrast of jonmartin is that jon thinks he is the guy while martin thinks he's not capable of being the guy

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing in a vintage cartoon style of Sasha and Tim as a witch and a black cat respectively. Sasha is a tall Afro-Latina woman with curly black hair and she is wearing a purple and orange dress with a matching pointy hat and orange and black striped thigh-high socks, black slippers, as well as a black choker, round yellow earrings, and she is holding a broom. Tim is a short, stocky Latino man with purple hair a small goatee, and cat ears, and he is wearing a black bodysuit with feet paws and a tail, and a bell collar and rectangular glasses. They are both smiling and posing as if for a photo with Sasha having one hand on her hip and one leg raised, and Tim raising his hands up like paws. The colors are offset from the line-art in multiple directions and the background is off-white. end ID]

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the timsasha halloween piece has arrived!! enjoy the powerful witch, miss sasha james and her familiar tim :3c

[did-someone-say-aliens]

updated kinlist cus i removed a few and added some new guys

i’m not cringe

whaat who says i am whaaat who said that

i went a bit crazy in the tags sorry guys

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- mine all mine.

summary: kissing blurbs (gn!reader x daisy tonner, helen distortion, tim stoker, & jonathan sims)

tags: kisses, suggestive content & hunt-typical violence for daisy's, helen is manipulative, cleaning tim's worm holes (lol), jon finally gets a little bit of sleep.

-`♡´- daisy tonner

Daisy smells the blood that thrums just underneath your neck and hungers. Her teeth graze over the soft skin over your neck; she can feel your carotid pulse in response to her touches. So rhythmic, so alive, and she hungers so. It would only be a few centimeters beneath your skin, it would be so easy to bite down and taste.

And how delicious a meal you would be.

Daisy’s tongue darts out and drags just underneath your jaw. You tug gently at her hair, and her hands grip tighter at your sides. No, no, she would be gentle with you. She would try, at least, she thinks, nipping at the side of your neck as if to show you she could be restrained.

Bite inhibition was something she had never properly learned, but for you, she would try.

When you pull Daisy up for a proper kiss, she hopes you don’t taste the blood on her lips, on her teeth, on her tongue. She fears it lingers no matter how many times she brushes them clean. You bite her bottom lip, pulling the chapped skin between your teeth, and Daisy can’t help but press herself against you; a different form of hunger settling low in her gut. She lifts you onto the desk and thinks that this is a type of hunger she doesn’t mind sating. 

-`♡´- helen distortion

You had been wandering the corridors for hours… Or had it been days? Months perhaps? It’s easy to lose count when you’ve nothing to go off of. No phone to check the time, nor window to the outside world – if there even was one here – to see the setting sun or rising moon. Just an endless stretch of elastic corridors and doors that were locked tight.

Then, a figure. Tall and slender, and you can't help but stumble forward towards it. It had been so long since you saw anything but empty hallways, you nearly sob in relief.

As you get closer you realize that she looks… familiar. Like someone you once knew. Maybe you had once gone for coffee together? No, that wasn’t right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. Your heart hammers within your chest as she reaches out to you. 

“Poor thing…” She coos, bending at an unnatural angle to look down at you. “You seem lost, my darling. Do you need help finding your way?”

Oh, she was friendly. She wants to help. The Distortion smiles at you, with much too many sharp teeth, but you find she looks… kind. You nod, desperate, and approach her, gripping onto her sleeve.

“Yes.” You breathe out, frantic. “Yes, please. I’ve been lost here for… for a long time. Do you know the way out?”

Helen pulls you into her arms, her voice comforting in your ear as she reassures you everything would be okay. Those long, sharp fingers of hers gentle as she strokes your hair. It feels nice, so nice you can’t help but nuzzle closer into the Distortion that holds you tight, almost like a lover. 

Yes, yes, you had known her before. Helen, that’s right. You had been on a few dates before she had ghosted you. Why was she here now? She shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here. Perhaps you could escape together!

“Helen.” You say, the name sounding right on your tongue. “I knew you before… we…”

Helen looks a little taken aback that you remembered. Still, she smiles that same, wide smile. “You remember me, darling? How… cute.” Her dark pupils seem to swirl around and around inside her eyes, winding like the corridors themselves, and you can’t help but find comfort in that pattern. “Let's get you to the exit, you look like you need a rest, hm?"

She takes your hand in hers, her hand dwarfing your own in size, and leads you to an unassuming door. You're sure you tried that one before; you can even see the chips in the paint from where you had tried to pull off the handle. If Helen notices, she doesn't say anything.

"Here we are, darling." She says, in that same chipper tone. You can't help but feel a rush of relief as she pulls open the door. Through the frame you can see your room, as neat and tidy as you left it. You could almost cry.

"Thank you." You say, your voice choked up with relief. "Thank you." You wrap your arm around her neck and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Her skin is cold under your lips.

"No need to thank me. I'm just glad you're all safe now." She says, booping your nose with a finger. You can't help the way your heart races as she ushers you through the door. “I’ll be seeing you soon, my darling.” She gives you a once-over, and then closes the door behind her. It disappears into the darkness of your room.

As she closes the door, you can’t still your racing heart. You feel an overwhelming sense of dizziness, but all you can think about is that you need to see her again.

-`♡´- timothy stoker

“So… How do my worm holes look, doc?” 

You pull one of his bandages off, taking a peek at the wound just under his jaw. “Stop squirming.” You say, firmly, holding his jaw in place as he tries to move away from your prodding around the wound. It looks less angry than it had a few days ago, but it was still a bit red. You wrinkle your nose. “Does it hurt?”

Tim lets out a playful scoff. “Oh yeah, I feel just great. Nothing quite like being riddled with holes.” 

“Hm, deflecting again.” You say, brushing your thumb over his pulse point, just below the wound. Tim hums in response. “Adding that to your, uh, file.” 

“Oh, you’re keeping a file on me now?” He says, his eyes flicking down to your hand as you smear ointment onto your finger. Tim sucks in a breath, bouncing his leg anxiously as he awaits your touch.

“Yeah, it’s almost big enough to knock you over the head with when you’re being stubborn. Like now.” You say, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. “Sit still.”

Tim dramatically throws up his hands, but he does as you say. You give the wound another once over, just to make sure it looked like it was healing, before smearing the antibiotic onto it. Tim tenses, his eyes closing as if in pain. You pull your hand back, wiping the excess ointment onto the closest towel.

“All done with this one. Just let me put a clean bandage on.”

“...You never did answer, you know.” He says, watching as you dump the box of bandages onto the table. It would probably take all of them, knowing how many open wounds were left on his skin in the aftermath of the attack. You fear you'll never rid yourself of the image of the worms wriggling underneath his skin; you were thankful he was high off his ass for the worst of it. “How do they look?”

“You’re still handsome, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You lean forward as if to prove a point and kiss the fresh bandage lightly, making an exaggerated ‘MWAH’ sound. Tim gives you the goofiest smile. 

“Hm… I might need a few more of those before I really believe it. I’m so insecure and all that.” Tim says, tilting his head up so you can reach the next spot.

"Sit still for me and I'll give you all the kisses you want, Stoker."

-`♡´- jonathan sims

You know better than to wake the Archivist.

It’s not often that Jon’s mind quiets enough for him to sleep, and even now as you watch him, you can tell he’s watching back. It’s eerie, the way you can see his eyes shift behind closed eyelids. You think it would be less creepy if he slept with his eyes open.

Still, you wish he would sleep in a more comfortable position. Slumped over his desk, head laid in the bend of his elbow, it’s a recipe for Jon complaining about his back when he wakes up. You reach over and pull his glasses off, folding them and setting them on top of one of the stacks of old statements on his desk. 

He looks so much older without his glasses on; the dark circles under his eyes and worry lines much more prominent. You almost want to reach over and smooth them out, but you resist, not wanting to wake him by accident. Still, you can’t help but brush back his bangs from his forehead and place a quick kiss to the now exposed skin. Jon stirs, mumbling something under his breath, but does not wake.

While he’s asleep, you take the time to clean his office a bit: putting books back on their correct shelves, taking half-empty tea cups to the break room’s sink, organizing the miscellaneous statements he has messily scattered around the room. It’s almost relaxing, working quietly while he sleeps. You feel like you can catch your breath for the first time in a long while. 

Before you leave, you take your jacket, warm from your body heat, off and place it onto Jon’s shoulders. You lean down and press one more kiss to his forehead, and swear you can see the corners of his lips twitch up.

[papenathy]

evil dead rise enthusiasts may I interest you in the original maggot mommy

[ccomilk]

opening up sketch commissions!!!!!!

I will draw one (1) quick sketch for you!! +$5 AUD for every additional figure (capped at 4 figures total).

No NSFW (suggestive is ok!), pedophilia, incest, bigotry, etc. I have the right to refuse a commission for any reason. If you're unsure feel free to msg me first! ^^

[eyesoftheholder]

if i had a nickel for every spider lady with a purple color palette i'd have two nickels

[y3llow-hoodie]

I have ghosted this blog for a few months (sorry folks), and despite that I still received a bunch of new followers (yipee) and I was wondering:

[bluxtapose]

happy brat summer to martin blackwood

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