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[ash-ate-a-car]

Heyyyyyyy sooooo

*drops rogue art and runs*

[barb-the-builder]

He is so pissed at Denji's sudden teleportantion skills it's killing me

[bcbdrums]

Last night's winner was White Toasted Coconut.

I have 130 varieties of tea from Adagio.com. No this is not an advertisement, I just gotta start doing something about all this tea. Links to some of the varieties under the cut.

Leo Bella Luna Daydream Jade Oolong Vulcan

Slowly but surely, all tea will be voted into my tea service. Polls will record the order of victory. And then I shall drink a cup a day, in the order of victory, until all the tea is gone. Should only take...three to five years...

[yooglefics]

. ⚠︎ 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 ⚠︎

Thank you for sharing your ideas with me ♡ Please read the request guidelines before sending a message!

I’m honored and open to reading your ideas, for the stories already on my blog or a completly new one. And from just a prompt to a fully detailed one, and I’ll try my best to make it justice. 

With that in mind, I ask that if you want something very specific, please give as much detail as possible so the end result can be as close to what you imagine. 

I also ask you to keep in mind that I may take my own creative liberties sometimes, mostly in the ideas that are vague, to help my writing. Hope you can understand. 

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Specify is a request. If not I’ll just assume you’re telling me about something and we’re just chatting.

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[apatchedupdoll]

Some doodles of the boys and stuff for the story Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? and the doodles got sum things you can guess might be for the next chapter.

I also have had thoughts of another story. A short little story that was inspired by darth-sonny mostly. But here's a little story!

"Mawy had a liddle lamb. Ids fl-fleeke was-"

"Fleece..."

"Fl-fleece. Ids fleece was whide as snow."

"White..."

"Wh-white?"

"Yea, you should really work on your t's."

Casey nodded before sticking his tongue out while staring at his book. "Why words hard?"

"Why 'are' words hard?" The creature spoke, going silent and waiting.

"Why a-are words hard?" Casey repeated.

"You're basically a whelp. Your kind has to learn a weak way." The Kraangified turtle grumbled.

Casey stared at the creature for a moment. It was grotesque, having flesh and eyes covering parts of its body. It was only recently that the turtlish form appeared.

"Look, whelp. Why are you still here?"

The boy tilted his head. "Huh...?"

There was an annoyed groan from the Kraangified turtle. "Why are you reading to me? Shouldn't you be doing whelp things in other places?"

Casey shuffled a bit before hiding his face with the book. The book was comically large for the six-year-old. "Uhm... I don'd know. Rafa saiys you is his brother... whid means you is unkle." Casey struggled through his words before slowly looking up from behind the book.

The turtle's face had come up with a look of disgust. "Sure. Used to be maybe. I will kill you the moment escape so, I don't think I am anymore."

Casey looked down at the book, deep down he knew it was true. The creature had tried to trick him into letting it out before, the result being his uncles scolding him and having to explain why it was so dangerous.

"But... id lonely here. Dark too."

There was a long silence from the creature. Casey looked up wondering if the creature had crawled back into hiding. Yet, it was still sitting there with the same bored expression on its face.

The turtle's mouth moved to speak but closed just as fast as it opened, then finally it was able to speak, "What's next in the book?"

Casey smiled before looking patting the page. His voice now starting with a chirp, "And eberywhere thad Mary wend-"

"went..."

"Eberywhere thad Mary went? The lamb was shur do go."

"To go... you're not doing your t's right."

"dee?"

"... just repeat after me..."

Casey sat watching the sunset. There was a smile across his face as he watched the resistance raise their flag. A hand would pat him on the shoulder as the owner sat beside him.

"So Case, how's the feeling of winning the biggest fight of your life?" The gruff voice came from the snapper.

Casey looked up at his uncle before looking back at the celebrating crowd. "It feels great."

"Don't celebrate too soon folks. We still need to exterminate the last remnants of the Kraang. We haven't won the war." Donnie's emotionless voice spoke just behind the two before a much older voice chimed in,

"Come on Donnie. We just won the biggest battle in the war. It's just rolling the boulder down the hill now." Mikey sat on the other side of Casey, a smile smeared across his face.

"Not unless Prime escapes. Which reminds me. We need to go check the box again."

"Can I come with you guys this time?" Casey quickly spoke before the others could respond, "I'm 16 now, I know I'll be okay. I want to be sure too!"

The turtles glanced looks at each other before the smaller turtles looked toward Raph.

"Sorry kiddo. I don't think-"

"You guys were 14 when you went out of the sewers! I can do this!"

The snapper sighed before shaking his head slowly. "It's too dangerous. That place is the heart of the Kraang, and if it's free we can't have you there. We need you to warn people if Donnie's signal goes off."

Casey was heartbroken before his face contorted to a glare. "You guys always do this! I fought Kraang by myself! I carried Donnie back to the base when I was 14! I held back-"

"Casey! I said no." The snapper looked sternly at the small boy. It made Casey drop his shoulders he couldn't come up with anything else to say. Once Rafa said no, it was no. "Just wait till you're older."

"Sure." Casey got up, pulling away from his uncles as he wandered off. This shouldn't get him down. He just finished the battle, he just won the battle. The war was almost won. He should go celebrate.

Casey hopped in a green jeep, swinging on the bar above the door to get in effortlessly. He leaned back and smiled at the purple turtle who rolled his eyes. "Show off."

The man snickered at his uncle's response. A much older turtle was helped into the jeep by a giant snapper. "Thanks, Raph."

"You sure you can come Mikey? We don't want you to break a hip." The giant snapper sounded concern, although already getting into the back as if knowing the answer.

"I'm fine. Remember what Donnie said?"

"I said you could take the serum in ten days. Not that you should come along on the 30-day trip!" The purple turtle would hiss loudly. A chuckle was only received which in turn got an eye roll.

Casey got comfortable as the jeep revved up. He looked out at the desolate landscape, it wasn't a horrible sight. It was being consumed by green grasses that had managed to sprout after so long. Now that he thought about it, he was about 23 when the plants started to come back. He never imagined such a green that could exist outside of his uncles. It only took two years for so much green to reclaim what was once lost.

The jeep began the journey, going so far that the green would eventually disappear. It would take a lot longer than two years to repair the world completely. They drove so long that Casey's eyes slowly started to drift closed.

Casey's eyes flung open as the screech of the kraang rang through his ears. Was it a dream? No. Donnie was screaming, Raph was hollering.

"Drive faster!"

"Can't drive faster than this dip-shit!"

"Language!"

"Not the time Raph!"

Casey's eyes flew as he tried to find the threat. He poked his head up from the jeep's top and was barely able to see the pack of hound kraangs behind them. Shit. Despite the kraang being repressed, there were still skirmishes of the creatures around. He looked down into his pockets and soon into the jeep's hidden spots to find something, anything to throw!

"Let me just-"

"Sit down Mikey! Remember what I said!? You strain yourself before the serum and you could die!" Donnie's voice was laced with venom, he didn't mean it to hurt but Casey knew it was the only way to keep Mikey from using the last of his life.

"Do we have anything to throw at them!?" Casey finally shouted.

"We have... we have... Oh! Look in th-" Donnie was cut off by a slam. The side of the jeep being slammed into by a huge creature. A huge kraang. Something Casey was told was once a cow. Something very much not hostile compared to this creature. The jeep was flipped and everything went black.

His eyes fluttered open to a blue sky. His lips were dry and his body ached. Everything hurt. After a few moments he finally pulled himself up and took in his surroundings. He was in a camp. His uncles must have built it. Casey tried to pull himself up before gritting with pain in his leg. He looked down seeing his leg black and blue. Was it broken? No, he was luck for that.

A shuffle caught Casey's attention. He reached for his hockey stick but found nothing. Fuck he needed a weapon. He reached for anything that could work, wood from the old campfire. It was better than nothing. He gripped the little piece of wood he had as he waited for what was to come. A wash of relief went over him as someone covered in garbs stumbled out into the open. They looked over to Casey and tilted their head. Casey hid the wood more behind himself as the person got closer. They were completely wrapped up, every inch of skin hidden from view.

"Are you okay...?" A raspy voice lurched from them. "Do you still have pain?"

Casey blinked for a moment. Okay, maybe this wasn't a threat.

Lang opened their eyes as something felt off. Their darkness was always the same, yet not now. Not in this very moment. They weren't sure why, but it just felt off. They'd never known anything but this darkness, so how could it be different? Then the sudden shift. Their body slammed against one of the darkness' boundaries. Suddenly a slam of something causes the darkness to shiver. There was something new. A new feeling than nothing. It didn't feel good.

Lang lay against their darkness and held onto it tight. They didn't want to let it go. They didn't want to let go of what they only knew. That's where they lay for a long time, then there was something new. They felt a new feeling on their leg. Their eyes slowly opened to see something new. They stared at this new thing, their body being happy to have this feeling against it. After a long time, Lang was able to leave the darkness. It hurt, but the new things felt nice and made something make them feel something they liked. They blinked their eyes from the pain, but their skin felt warm, their nose twitched and suddenly, they felt pain in their core. Something wet coming from their maw. Hunger.

Lang didn't even know what they'd done. Ripping apart something that made their tongue hate, yet their core love. They blinked before tilting their head at the thing before them. They'd never seen anything like it. What was it? What was around them? Lang would explore their new existence. Curious of everything, yet ready to go back to the darkness when it was just too much. The only thing Lang knew was that they were Lang, and the darkness was safe. But still, what was outside the darkness?

That's all! Sorry this is a late post, even by a few hours. I just wanted to make this all. I was very excited by the rush of inspiration. Very very happy. Hope y'all have a good day!

[hinamie]

corvidae

[mylittleredgirl]

playing a new game where i talk about fandom using words that belong on corporate powerpoint slides like:

✨ we have to align our headcanons to authentically reflect our strategic mission and meet quarterly margin objectives ✨

sorry to everyone who understood that

[soosoosoup]

Chord Striker Au by @thatbennybee

[eilraee]

I am not fully satisfied with a dictator Anxiety so I drew her myself

And also Anxiety and Fear are besties with siblings dynamic and I came up with their duo name idea that is untranslatable wordplay Трясучка (basically it's a mashup of the words "shaking" and "little bitch")

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[deerspherestudios]

Hello hello! I'm excited to announce my submission for the Monstrous Desires 2024 Jam: Astronought is out! 🌑🎉

If you're interested, I really hope it's not with the expectations that it'll be similar to MO. I really wanted to try out different things with a new character and had a lot of fun with the process!

Be sure to heed the general warnings, and if you're sensitive to body horror,,, maybe sit this one out hjhs (tbh it's my first time attempting it so it's probably not even that graphic but just a heads up! There will be mentions of fleshy things!)

Anyhoo, I don't know if MO enjoyers will like it, but it's certainly a game I made! If there's any bugs/issues I'll get to them as soon as I can! Maybe you'll like it, maybe you won't; I made it, so have it! <3 /aff

[nightjar-jack]

Something something "eat your heart out" or however that phrase goes...

Had one hell of a visceral dream the other night, and knew I had to makes something about it.

A paper collage of an anatomical heart made from pomegranate flesh. Made a few small digital alterations to fix the colour balance and not have them bleed into each other :)

[kenchann]

yuu and egglleus

[bcbdrums]

Last night’s winner was Jade Oolong.

I added a little honey. Smooth in both flavor and aroma, every bit the essence of what I consider tea. A faint hint of jasmine aroma, and a faint lingering sense of green on the tongue. (Disclaimer: I've no idea how to describe tea. Just trying this out and enjoying myself.)

I have 130 varieties of tea from Adagio.com. No this is not an advertisement, I just gotta start doing something about all this tea. Links to some of the varieties under the cut.

Bi Tan Piao Xue Delicate Leo Bella Luna Daydream Black Forest Cake Vulcan

Since tonight's poll was late, there won't be another poll tomorrow. Next poll will be Friday.

Slowly but surely, all tea will be voted into my tea service. Polls will record the order of victory. And then I shall drink a cup a day, in the order of victory, until all the tea is gone. Should only take...three to five years...

[elizzsush]

The Mask | Jason Todd X Reader

Red Hood X Villain Reader

— in which you, a shy nerdy vigilante/Wayne family obsessed barista- is actually a villain that torments the Red Hood at night.

AU: Soulmate (bc I can)

Rating: Sfw

Note: Y/N is based off of Furina from Genshin bc I thought this would be fun and I saw a prompt somewhere, I think? It’s just my interpretation of it as to not step on anyone's toes!

Also, this isn't really a imagine. It's more of an Idea I was thinking of and needed to get out of my head! So that's why it's kind of not finished? Most of my stuff is WIPs anyway so this isn't really new.

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You were a popular villain.

People loved you. Maybe not the theft and distraction you caused but hey- we all have flaws? “I will teach this city the true meaning of Justice!” You’d boldly claim standing on the stage that was Gotham city’s tallest building- scarily close to the edge. “Join me- and together we’ll cleanse this city of its evil and corrupt ways!” You’d state so boldly.

You loved for the attention, the lights- cameras and reporters. That’s why the red hood could only shake his head. Another psychopath spewing their ideology like it should be praised- like it was the absolute truth.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

The world wasn’t black and white enough for an ideology to trump all the others and ‘cleanse this city’. Fuck, not this city- not even close. Gotham was just in too deep. Too much crime, too much of a drug problem or a poverty problem- too much of everything. The joker was a prime example of that. The evil of this city boiled up into one twisted person… Anyway, you were an attention seeker, classic villain profile. Does it for attention- maybe mommy or daddy didn’t give you enough love? It didn’t matter. What happened was you were breaking the law and Jason was still on Bruce’s keep an eye on list. So, he’d keep his hands off the bigger more horrible criminals.

Still sometimes, only sometimes, he'd find himself listening a little too closely to your ideals- Like you believed in the death penalty for Gotham hardest to kill roach: The joker.

So, while Red Hood was chasing you... Well, it'd started off small, you’d steal from the rich of Gotham- sometimes even Bruce Wayne himself. -Those days Jason found himself chasing after you slower, not that he’d admit that. It was a classic Robin Hood situation and Jason… didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand you were breaking the law, in the other, power to the people. Eat the rich.

Jason knew how it felt to grow up struggling so too see you helping people? It was almost nice.

What annoyed him though was your loud, for the people persona. “I will judge all of Gotham! Batman himself can’t escape my judgment!” Okay, slow down… you were fast and agile, but Batman would be able to catch you. And if Jason really put his back into it, he could too. Still, that never stopped you from making bold claims. It garnered attention, it was bold and daring and just what the people wanted. Your ideal matched up with what so many people were fed up with the batman for.

Eventually your behavior began to escalate. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep the Bats eyes from you. “This is a cult...” He muttered while he hides away on the roof of an abandoned building you holed your followers up in for a speech.

“My loyal follower!” You’d greet them with a smile and a bow. You’d put in stage performances. Sometimes with Jason, except he never knew, and the performance was just you and him fighting on the stage. Most days, some days it seemed it was just you acting and being alive on that large stage. Others you were preaching your words to the cult your loyal followers. You were building an empire and catching the attention of other criminals.

An empire that while he agreed with, went against the bats no kill rule. The longer you stood on that stage the less safe from the bat you were.

And no matter how much he wanted to agree with you, a small part of him still wanted... something from batman. You would be an issue.

“How much longer do I have to do this…?”

Red hood was no detective, but he was raised by the greatest one. So, while he was lacking in that department compared to the rest of his family (Even if it was just by a smidge.) He still noticed how after a speech or a fight- your smile, no, your persona dropped.

It was a persona you probably garnered for attention.

but still...

So how…

…That just didn’t make sense.

“Can I have your autograph…? Please?” A civilian would ask shyly, hiding behind a Batman themed phone case with a Robin themed charm hanging from that same phone.

The worst part of it all? You didn’t ask for the Red Hoods autograph. You asked for Jason Todd’s autograph, you were a fan of the Wayne’s. Gotham's golden family. No actually, it was the way you jumped up and down eagerly when you thought he was far enough way and did a dumb victory dance.

He sighed and leaned against the alleys stone wall as he watched you leave. A sense of worry invaded his mind as he watched you in your nerdy and totally lame Superman shirt walking away. All while staring at your phone.

He was surprised you recognized him. He was never in the public spotlight- maybe here and there when he was younger. Not now, not anymore. His death and how vague it was left question. Ones people didn’t ask when he wasn’t there, dangling in front of them like bait to a fish, they’d ask why and how and while they had a cover up: One the bat, the world's greatest detective made up. It still was messy. You must be a real fan.

He wasn’t even sure if that was really you…

It had to be though, there was no mistaking it. So, with your civilian name in his head, he walked back home.

“…so… lonely…” `

[coollizzylou]

Everyone’s correct in saying that now more than ever we need to be building our communities, but it can be difficult to know what that actually *means*, especially in our isolating society. So here’s some straightforward practical advice I’ve learned over the few years I’ve been organizing in my own life.

You do not have to reinvent the wheel.

There are people who have been fighting this fight for decades. You are not starting from scratch. You do not have to do it all by yourself. All you have to do is find your allies and engage.

On the ground resistance movements/aid organizations that have legs under them may not have much of a social media presence. You may have to do some legwork find your place.

Check the local papers if you have one for your area. Sign up for your city government newsletter. Go to the library and ask what events are being hosted. Check Churches! Schools! Small businesses! Ask your local old ladies!!!! They have time on their hands and know what’s going on in their communities.

It’s ok if you don’t know anything. Listen to the people around you, ask questions, be respectful and curious. Just show up!! As you do this, you will learn more about the place you’re in and the people that live there. Those people will guide you, and there’s a non-zero chance that you’ll find a mentor willing to take you under their wing.

The logistics make the movement.

Demonstrations are important and powerful, but they are NOT the be all end all. Not even close.

There are people who’s job it is to take notes, people who host meetings, and people who pick up snacks. Some folks are especially good at getting the word out through tabling and canvasing, others are better at making the pamphlets that get handed out. You could be in charge of carrying heavy boxes of donated food, or you might be better suited preparing a hot meal sitting at the table. Are you able to watch young children? Drive carpool?

All of these tasks and more are essential to maintaining a healthy community group. Don’t be afraid to try new things and experiment to figure out where you can do the most good.

Your stories are your power

One of the most effective tools in your arsenal are your testimonies. When shared with friends they remind us we are not alone in our struggles. When shared with adversaries, they are undeniable proof of our humanity. You can quote facts and statistics all day, but a personal experience will always punch above it’s weight.

Think over your life and explore questions of what your personal stake in the game is. What about your life makes you want to fight. Really dig in deep. This can be uncomfortable. I recommend doing this among friends and being gentle with yourself. You don’t have to have any particularly special reason. This isn’t supposed to be performative. You aren’t trying to get a good grade in leftism, your goal is to identify your self interest. For example, I first got involved with the tenet union because I wanted to go to college in the city but knew I couldn’t afford to live there. I first got involved with planned parenthood because I was scared when Roe v Wade overturned. These are selfish reasons, they have to be for this to work.

With that information, you are prepared to sit with other people and ask them the same thing. If you are open and willing to listen to people’s stories, a casual conversation can lead to strong bonds of friendship. And when you’re friends with someone, you fight for them. This is the core of relational organizing.

There is joy here

Organizing can be difficult. Many things are in life. But from personal experience I can tell you that not only is this work worth it, but it can be *fun*. You can sing and dance and play music and scream and laugh and you’ll do it all together. Hold onto your hope, find your joy where you can, and take the plunge. You’ll be better for it, I promise.