#so sorry if something here is off

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[arcade-confetti]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[baker-chan-senpai]

My gift for @ot3 who asked for an exploration of Trucy and Phoenix's relationship for the @aa-spring-swap

[redshoes-blues]

I’m SO sick of seeing a female character who expresses zero desire to have a family throughout the whole show she’s in be handed a child at the last minute, and we’re expected to believe this is something she has always wanted. Fuck off with that. Nothing wrong with having characters who desire to be mothers, obviously, but at least give us something to show that this is a character trait instead of throwing a child in as a twist end and then acting as if she always wanted this and it’s a fulfilment of her dreams or whatever. As if just sticking a woman with a child is a satisfying conclusion to her story. Sick of it.

[kyurochurro]

❄️ "say father, it's getting to be a little cold. how's about huddling together to keep warm?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

These wizards have Opened a Door Which Cannot Be Closed!

(Thank you to @throwaninkpot for the Whisker Wizards!)

[baba-is-blog]

Would you still love me if I [made references to pieces of media that only two people have consumed in your askbox]?

YOU IS NOT UNIQUE

[non-un-topo]

POV: You're a tavern owner who just turned away a raccoon and an owl

[shattered-daydream]

From Chp.32 of "A Human Condition"!

@sapphosscribe

[turtleblogatlast]

Something about this kind of swimming getup for characters always immediately gives me transmasc vibes. Blue swim trunks and a tank top? Sorry man my brain already connected the dots. The vibes are there, and they’re not leaving.

[batshaped]

morning people

[yhwcomeback]

Sorry I think about that art piece where Brad's like "holy shit I fumbled the green ninja" at least once a day PLEASE yap about your ideal greenflower or something (me personally I'm obsessed with loser fail boy Brad "Immediately Down Bad" Tudabone and his pretty boy boyfriend Lloyd but that was. Obvious I think)

I'm brainrotted.

OKAY OKAY SO. My version of Greenflower is that at first, Lloyd had a childhood crush on Brad. In return Brad is just really annoyed by Lloyd, because Lloyd was very pushy and tried his best to be closer to Brad, but Brad just wasn't having it, he thought Lloyd was stupid for trusting people so easily, so he sorta didn't like him at all LOL. (Lloyd also tried to help Brad in his secret garden, only to piss Brad off after killing half of the flowers on accident) Lloyd tries confessing several times, and Brad just brushed him off and told him to go away. So a few months before Lloyd left, Lloyd just gave up, stoped talking to Brad and moved on, promising himself to never try to get that close to someone (leading him to avoid any sort of romantic interection like in the show). BUT problem isss!!! after Lloyd leaves, Brad becomes really lonely! like before he left, Lloyd was always running around behind him, and while Brad thought he was annoying they were friends, and Brad missed him.... ANYWAY THIS LEADS HIM TO YEARNING FOR A GOOD 10 YEARS LIKE A LOSER Lloyd easily moved on, like damn, he forgot about Brad entirely. Older Brad, on the other hand, can't, because while he doesn't see Lloyd nor talk to him, Lloyd is still very much there, he's the green ninja. Brad doesn't have the luxary of forgetting! everywhere he looks, commercials, the news, like FUCK even the plants he waters are Green!!! sometimes he gets theses burst of disbelief about how HARD he fumbled that bag, and Gene is just like "Gee dude move on" while Brad is pulling his hair out and grinding his teeth anyway he's a dumbass and Lloyd can't even remember his name xoxo

[wishchip106]

thinking for the millionth time about how a cherik edit saved the world

(the single gay tear and everything ☝️)

it’s so silly like instead of thinking about all the bittersweet and tender moments he might’ve had over the last ten years with his wife and daughter Erik makes a whole edit in his head about CHARLES HIS EX HUSBAND!!

what are you trying to me here Erik? that all you really care about is the safety and wellbeing of the man who you abandoned on that beach in cuba 20 years ago? that the only person who could guide you back to light is Charles Francis fucking Xavier??

who he hasn’t even gotten in contact with (that we know of) FOR TEN YEARS!!!

okay man you do you totally not like your wife and kid didn’t die like a few days ago lmao

why are gay people like this 🧍‍♂️

[fisheito]

Thinking bout that specific behaviour where someone eats somethign and starts to make a "this is yucky" face and the mom of the group naturally reaches out ezpecting a spitout

[vaguely-concerned]

powerful mental image of lucanis expounding passionately about any given one of his limited but extremely deep areas of interest (the wyvern/knives/coffee/cooking/murder continuum of lucanis dellamorte special interests if you will) while rye lounges around and Beholds him with palpable twink boutta pounce energy

[radiance1]

A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.

Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.

However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.

Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.

Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.

No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.

===

When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.

When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.

But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?

Nothing, that's what.

So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.

Magic.

Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.

Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.

A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.

After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.

So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?

Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.

She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.

This wasn't Amity Park.

To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.

To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.

It fused into her skin.

It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.

For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.