#I created this Tumblr because of Michelangelo

[brightlotusmoon]

Me, in a TMNT Discord:

"Mirage Mikey being manipulated into sex, tricked into thinking the eggs were his, and turning into a POW Space Cowboy without his family still upsets me."

Me, on Tumblr: Wait, can we talk about that? Can we talk about how the events in The Path are a tight thread connecting to The Last Ronin? Can we talk about how Michelangelo has always been The Mascot and the Kiddy Fave and now he's literally the most tragic and heartbreaking? How what if Kevin was remembering POW Mikey as he developed Last Ronin more?

#i have been in the tmnt fandom since the beginning #mirage tmnt #the last ronin #Michelangelo the unpredictable wild child #break the cutie #Mikey is an Iron Woobie #thesis #I created this Tumblr because of Michelangelo #the Ninja Turtles were originally asexual #tmnt 2003 #tmnt sainw

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[hastalavistabyebye]

Okay let's see if Tumblr let's me post it this time...

I have come to a terrible, horrible, no good revelation.

The Coruscanti high society is Nobleness and the rich elite. Which means they would commission lots of art and it would often be to the same famous artists. Which always means there's going to be bad taste crimes in the sake of displaying their wealth.

That means Space Bernard Palissy and Benvenuto Cellini have a way too high, nightmarely high, probability of existing.

And since this is way too niche, have an explenation as to why I hate my mind for this revelation under the cut.

See, I might hate drama and being mixed into it, but I'm also an art history student and have beef with long dead artists, as any scholar/student is bound to have at least once with their subjects of study.

Now, let me explain to you why I despise Bernard Palissy with a burning passion. I usually don't care much for esthetic if it's interesting : I hate this. It's that bad.

Tumblr, you're going to love this.

Warning : jumpscare

This is terrible. This is also a Renaissance era ornamental plate that was proudly displayed on French Nobles tables during banquets. This was made by molding clay on living animals (yes, snakes, frogs, lizards and all).

Edit : okay lil explanation on how this was made because it's indeed confusing. There is no animal bodies inside that plate. The living animals were used as molds to then create forms in plaster. Those forms were reused to recreate clay animals that were then disposed on a plate or other object, and were reusable multiple times. So molding clay on living animals was a step before in the process and not directly in there. Makes things a lil bit better I suppose but still so gross.

You can't tell me Coruscanti High society is not going to dig this. Because they would. And it's going to be made with space animals too. Awful. Terrible.

Now, Cellini is quite similar really. He didn't make pottery but was a goldsmith. He was also italian because French Nobles didn't have the monopol of bad taste. I have a friend who hate Cellini more than I do Palissy. I understand them.

Sometimes I think, personnaly, that Cellini is like a bad Michelangelo. A very drunk, very, very bad Michelangelo.

It might look innocuous but it's terrible.

The first image is a salt shaker. Yes, it's in gold. Yes, I know it looks like a cheap, tourist goodies. I warned you.

The other does represent Diana (alright it was for the french king, but Cellini is still italian ! And he was also very much liked in Italy !). Her body hurts to look at and it's just no good all around but it's mAnNeRisM (I promise you, there's artists of this movement that did things that look good).

And I can just tell Star Wars elite loved those kind of display of wealth (and awful taste). There's no way around it.

I hate this revelation.

#i already pitied the coruscant guard for having to deal with the senators all the time #now i also pity them for having to be surround by all those horrors #they don't deserve that #sw #hasta rambles #or more like complain about long dead white artists #art history #coruscant elite #sw art and culture #hi tumblr void #don't take me too seriously #the objective is more to make at least one person smile than to be serious #but i do despise Palissy

[leosgirl82]

I posted 3,183 times in 2022

That's 3,183 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (1%)

3,150 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thelaundrybitch

@turtle-babe83

@post-apocalyptic-daydream

@rheawritesforfun

I tagged 48 of my posts in 2022

#tmnt - 30 posts

#teenage mutant ninja turtles - 27 posts

#tmnt fanart - 22 posts

#tmnt art - 21 posts

#tmnt bayverse - 18 posts

#tmnt 2014 - 18 posts

#tmnt+bayverse - 17 posts

#tmnt leonardo - 15 posts

#tmnt raphael - 7 posts

#tmnt michelangelo - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 41 characters

#i request a chapter about secret passages

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Finally giving Donnie some attention! I knew I wanted to draw him next, but had no idea it would lead here 💜

To all the Donnie girls, I hope I did him justice 🙏

@thelaundrybitch @donniesdove @roxosupreme @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @exovapor @raisin-shell @chicchanmooshy @aurora-the-kunoichi @post-apocalyptic-daydream @sewerninno @fluffytriceratops @rheawritesforfun @tmntspidergirl @angelcatlowyn @turtlesmakemehappy @cowabunga-doll

217 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#4

Another fanfic inspired drawing of Leo - written by the amazing @turtle-babe83 ❤

She wrote Leo's Game (18+ only) in response to my ask, and I am forever grateful 🙏

And a close up...because the eyes are my favorite part of any drawing.

See the full post

222 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

My first-ever drawing inspired by a fanfic!

You can find the fic here: Little Blue Hearts by one of my favorite writers @thelaundrybitch 💙 This image popped in my head and just wouldn't quit, so here he is!

And this is the unassuming doodle that started it all 😁 Art by me - please do not steal these images but feel free to reblog!

See the full post

231 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

As the oldest of 4 siblings, I feel this. I feel you, Leo. Bless this artist for getting it so right.

290 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Michelangelo's turn for a Baystyle sketch 🧡

Work has been kicking my butt recently, but I finally felt the urge to draw again! Mike turned out pretty intense 👀

Art by me! Please do not steal but by all means reblog!

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @exovapor @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @fluffytriceratops @drowninghell @doctorelleth @nittleboo @angelcatlowyn @angelicdavinci @sivy-chan-blog @aurora-the-kunoichi @raisin-shell @fyreball66 @imthegreenfairy88 @pheradream15 @ravn-87 @raphslovemuffin80

294 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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[bartoonist]

The Feeble Mudokon and the Radiant Feagle: This is my special Oddworld Fan Art illustration inspired by Michelangelo the Italian Renaissance Artist’s famous Creation of Adam church painting from 511 years (as of 4-13-2023 of this Tumblr post since Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam church painting was made in circa 1512 of course) in the early 16th century of course, and the reason I decided to make an Oddworld fan rendition of Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam is because this is actually supposed to be my What If series conclusion to whatever number that Abe’s final chapter within the Rebooted Oddworld Quintology is really supposed to end on like… did Lorne Lanning originally intend on making Abe’s Story a trilogy within the Oddworld Quintology or a saga within the Oddworld Quintology? Oh yeah and that Oddworld Fan Character I created to take Abe to a fictional Heaven of Oddworld goes by the name of Lisafur the Feagle, and Feagles are an Oddworld Fan species of Angels I made up in my head too, Feagles are a mixed hybrid Angel Species with Rainbow halos on their heads, they’re a quartet mix of Foxes, Lops (which are floppy long eared rabbits of course), Eagles, and Mice, for they have the six wings, four fingered clawed hands and four fingered clawed feet of eagles, the bodies and faces of foxes, the floppy long ears and white fur of lops, and the eyes and tails of mice themselves, also this Creation of Adam inspired moment of a gun shot Abe reaching out to the furry angel herself coming down to grab Abe and take him up to an Oddworld fanfic heaven I call Allahlav, and its my what if series finale/heroic death ending for what I think Abe’s final chapter would be concluded: What If after the events of abe and his two litter brothers having journeyed and snuck into Nolybab, Abe uncovers the truth from his Mother who later gives Abe a new Shrykull power as a gift, Abe frees and liberated his own people into escaping Nolybab, takes them to a Red Sea like location where Abe later uses his new gift he received from his mother to make a Red Sea like ocean bridge for his people to reach their promised land Mullock the Glukkon and his whole multiracial army of Sligs, Vykkers, and Wolvarks arrive to try to recapture Abe’s people, Abe uses his Shrykull demigod form one last time to fight off mullock’s as his people successfully reach their dream home after all, then later gets in the chest by a barely surviving and slowly dying slig who collapsed to his death, a wounded Abe limp-walks up to a mountainous hill where Abe lays down to accept his peaceful death, where he meets the Feagle who later takes Abe to the Oddworld heaven of Allahlav where he ascends happily ever after, so there you oddworld fans have it and I hope you like my oddworld fan art illustration anyway of course.

#cartoonist #illustrator #fan art #blake andrew roten #colorist #ecf #ecfartcenters #traditionalart #oddworldfanart #fan character #abe the mudokon #what if #creation of adam

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Proto what am I supposed to do T^T

I reached the post limit the second time this week and I still have 5h of awake time

TT-TT

Catch up on TCF?

Try to get Minecraft to work?

Invest in a VPN, turn it on, use it to create a new tumblr and then go around impersonating one of your mutuals claiming your the real kne and the real account got hacked. (Never done this personally but it happened on Wattpad regularly to two friends it was an inside joke by the end of it)

Start learning and deep diving about the cultural and religious differences and and representations of Angels in the Abrahamic religions. (Am doing so and it is very interesting)

Or for a fun little fun, find the Wikipedia article listing the names of the Christian princes of hell and then on separate tabs type those names in with the added word 'anime' and revel in how the spirit of Michelangelo possessed numerous otome/manga/anime artists so as to recreate his "Michelangelo you've made the statue too sexy, people might want to worship the devil because of this"

[sapphiretanto]

I posted 22 times in 2022

That's 17 more posts than 2021!

8 posts created (36%)

14 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@misteria247

@simponmain

@jaess-jinx

@ikemengoessbrrrrr

@luescris

I tagged 22 of my posts in 2022

#tmnt - 14 posts

#tmnt 2012 - 14 posts

#tmnt 2012 leo - 6 posts

#tmnt leo - 4 posts

#tmnt ask game - 3 posts

#rottmnt - 2 posts

#tmnt 2003 - 2 posts

#lmao rip the bad guys if he ever goes feral mode - 1 post

#help these turtles - 1 post

#they need hugs - 1 post

Longest Tag: 49 characters

#toasters just don’t work for the hamato family ig

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

for the tmnt ask game: 16!

Hello!

16. As cliche as it is, I’d probably have to say Shredder, specifically 2012. He is, imo, the scariest of the Shredders, simply because his behavior is disturbingly realistic. While he doesn’t always get his way to single-handedly finish off Splinter and The Turtles, he finds ways to break them down and manipulate and hurt people they care about. He is so hellbent on taking Splinter down, that he doesn’t give a shit about the consequences of his actions (i.e. Annihilation: Earth!). He brainwashes Raph and Karai, emotionally (and physically) breaks Leo, and succeeds with ending Splinter more than once. His delusion that he is the victim has him in a vice grip and is saddening and frustrating to see. Also is a plus that Kevin Michael Richardson is his VA— who I was first introduced to as the voice of Trigon in Teen Titans (another favorite villain of mine).

7 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

2012 Turtles Speaking/Writing Japanese Headcannons

Leonardo excels the best at it. He can fluently read, write, speak, and comprehend Japanese. He and Karai have full blown conversations in Japanese, much to the annoyance of others that can’t comprehend as well or as quickly

Raphael doesn’t read or write Japanese. He knows some words, mostly commands or techniques related to ninjutsu or martial arts. He also knows various curse words in Japanese that he has to be careful to make sure Leo doesn’t overhear him

Donatello can read and write Japanese. His comprehension is mediocre. However, besides the basic commands and practices in martial arts, the genius turtle cannot speak it to save his life

Michelangelo can comprehend a decent amount of Japanese and occasionally says a few words or phrases in Japanese. But he’s mostly fine with just plain English. He cannot read or write Japanese

Thank you to @tixiqofthelight for brainstorming these with me.

25 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#3

Was reading the 2012 TMNT Panini comics when I stumbled across this. I guess Mikey’s got toaster problems too, lol

51 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#2

@misteria247 here’s another one in Wormquake. It’s a little trickier to see, but he unsheathes it from his broken blade and uses them both.

See the full post

300 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@misteria247 here is a clip of Leo using his tanto blade in the invasion

562 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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[rainy-matcha]

I posted 465 times in 2022

That's 465 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (13%)

405 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@slippnslide

@misteria247

@latestagejenga

@brightgoat

@elytrians

I tagged 121 of my posts in 2022

#rottmnt - 23 posts

#rise of the tmnt - 18 posts

#rottmnt donnie - 14 posts

#save rise of the tmnt - 10 posts

#rottmnt mikey - 10 posts

#rottmnt donatello - 8 posts

#rottmnt raph - 7 posts

#rottmnt michelangelo - 7 posts

#rottmnt leo - 7 posts

#dhmis - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 104 characters

#again sorry for irrelevant tags i am trying to get this post out to as many ppl as possible im desperate

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"Charles Martinet can't voice mario for an entire movie because the mario voice would sound grating!!"

Let me remind you that Spongebob Squarepants has MULTIPLE movies and TV show seasons and so do MANY other cartoon characters with high pitched, cheery sounding voices. Charles, unlike Crisp Rat, is also a professional voice actor who would find a way to make his voice work for an entire movie.

24 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#4

Canonically donnie has been drawing on his eyebrows since he was 5.

When he started drawing them on they probably looked wonky af 😭😭😭

34 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

ROTTMNT AU WHERE LOU JITSU NEVER MUTATES INTO A RAT!!

36 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#2

AWW LOOK AT THEM <3 <3

47 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Still in s1 of rottmnt but consuming fan content and wth why does the movie seem so angsty and trauma filled. I thought this was a fun show about silly mutant ninja turles with plenty of fluff and family bonding. I feel betrayed.

(we better get a 3rd season where they heal and get therapy. This is a threat.)

70 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

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[dwarfanonymice]

2023 Tumblr Top 10

1. 35 notes - Mar 26 2023

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2. 6 notes - Aug 21 2023

Five times Quinlan Vos flirted with Anakin and one time Obi-Wan punched him. - Dwarfanonymice - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

3. 5 notes - Sep 30 2023

Have you ever stayed civil to someone after you discovered they used you and subsequently hurt you? After you knew where they...

4. 5 notes - Jan 17 2023

Thank you so much @unwinthehart for tagging me. I liked it and then did it as soon as I could because I tend to forget. 3 ships:...

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better

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Vedo la gente che posta la foto mentre mangia la pizza fritta di Sorbillo con il cartoccio ben in vista e penso alla sua ultima...

7. 2 notes - Dec 28 2023

I don't know what is happening in US right now but a Marvel show is letting Natives speak their language and have a decent...

8. 2 notes - Aug 8 2023

Thanks to my friend @unwinthehart today I learned that: Italian actors and screewriters already sued Netflix in March. In...

9. 1 notes - Nov 9 2023

Questo fine settimana cercherò di creare un account Instagram per ovviare alla perdita eventuale di alcuni di voi, se non di...

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Fandom will look at the most unhinged characters and think: "Uh. He needs a Daddy."

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[howtosingit]

I posted 3,158 times in 2021

1384 posts created (44%)

1774 posts reblogged (56%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.3 posts.

I added 5,138 tags in 2021

#911 lone star - 930 posts

#asks - 848 posts

#ls spoilers - 723 posts

#anonymous - 675 posts

#tarlos - 558 posts

#rafael silva - 438 posts

#carlos reyes - 399 posts

#tarlos fic recs - 240 posts

#ls speculation - 235 posts

#tk strand - 92 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i’m just trying to figure out all the different ways to say ‘this man makes it hard for me to breathe’ and ‘i love this man most ardently’

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

lone star: you can have shirtless carlos reyes

also lone star: but only if he’s in a life-or-death situation :)))

471 notes • Posted 2021-04-20 02:13:18 GMT

#4

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY ARE - LOOK AT HOW PROUD CARLOS IS - OH MY GOD THEY INVENTED LOVE, HOW DID THEY DO THAT

553 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 13:51:33 GMT

#3

michelangelo could never

618 notes • Posted 2021-05-15 04:02:35 GMT

#2

IF YOU DON’T GET EMOTIONAL ABOUT CARLOS REYES INVITING HIS PARENTS TO DINNER AT HIS HOME WHERE HE LIVES WITH HIS BOYFRIEND

AFTER YEARS OF THINKING THAT THEY WOULD NEVER FULLY ACCEPT HIM, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER WANT TO MEET THE PERSON HE LOVES

AFTER YEARS OF THINKING THAT HE WOULD NEVER GET TO HAVE THIS MOMENT

IF THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOUR HEART CLENCH IN YOUR CHEST AND A SOB CRAWL UP YOUR THROAT

THEN I CANNOT TALK TO YOU

BECAUSE I AM CRYING

662 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 02:51:40 GMT

#1

Sierra threatening to kidnap both Rafa and Ronen in response to them loving her (and Grace) so much because she loves them so much... is everything.

782 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 23:30:51 GMT

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#this feels so right #the implication that I answered over 800 asks this year though 😶 #love to see all that love for carlos and rafa and tarlos though - I have a very well-built brand that's for sure #my 2021 tumblr year in review #long post

[brightlotusmoon]

The fandom: So, Mikey appears to be genderfluid...

The franchise:

#pansexual Mikey #musings on ninja turtles #when the creators love the fans #i created this Tumblr because of Michelangelo #Michelangelo is my hyperfixation #yes. yes he is #go Mikey go #thesis #tmnt 2003 mikey #the Ninja Turtles were originally asexual #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Michelangelo the unpredictable wild child #why i write queer tmnt

[hisfearlesshaz]

#showyourprocess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

@thetriangletattoo tagged me (thank you!!) to share my process of making this drawing that I posted yesterday! Check out her explanation of the walls serie she did!

(Fun fact: I did one too and never posted it).

1. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CALL THIS PHASE BECAUSE I DIDN'T PLAN ANYTHING ARGH

Basically I was scrolling Instagram, laying on my bed, and one of my stickers fell on my face. It was a drawing of Harry's hands as the Creazione by Michelangelo and just like that BOOM I had to draw something similar.

2. FINDING A REFERENCE

Since I found nothing into my saved posts on Instagram, I went to Google and typed "Hands almost touching" (yeah I still don't like pinterest).

After A LOT of filtering and searching and saving images that I did not use in the end, I found this

Too pretty to be ignored.

Idk why or when, but at some point I flipped the image.

3. SKETCHING - BUT NOT REALLY

Yeah, nothing to say, I opened my dear Ibis Paint X and did the outline.

Then I added the tattoos using a random pic of the anchor as reference and adding the others as I remembered them (it's very clear that I did not use a reference imo, because they're not curved around like they should be).

4. PALETTE AND STUFF

Once the lines were done, I opened the image and picked random colours in the reference picture, creating the palette I used to color (the one at the bottom where at least 5 squares seem the same color, yep).

5. COLORING

You can visit my Instagram and look at the highlight "Hoow" to see it in detail :)

6. FILLING

I like to leave a bit of blank space between the lines, this way I can add a lower layer later (lol) and give it more light or shadow. Here's how it looks like the filling layer, and the result:

Then I added a random dark background, smudged and blurred a bit, and that's how I got the final thing :)

7. EXPORTING AND POSTING

I just saved it as PNG and posted here without thinking about it too much, nor scheduling or whatever clever people do. I also post randomly, usually around 6 pm because that's when I post on Instagram, but it really depends.

I had Truly, Madly, Deeply stuck in my mind since the day before because of some talk in the Of mates and men gc, and "Tender touches just to show you how I feel" fit perfectly, so it became the title of the post.

Tagging:

@hisboofromlondon for this beautiful moodboard

@larrydoinglaundry for this asdfghjklahhhHHHH drawing

@thosefookinavacados for this wonderful edit 😢

@killmygoldenn for this amazing moodboard (and the edits!! the manips!! so good omg)

@zaynsalbum for this stunning painting (I can't believe that it isn't a pic, wtf!! very very very well done)

And I wanted to tag @blougraphic for this edit but I doubt that she will see this (Lory you're terrible for not using Tumblr like you should)

Feel free to ignore, if you don't want to do it, or if someone else tagged you already! And if you want to but I didn't tag you, just do it and say that I tagged you :))

#showyourprocess #this was longgggg #but also funny #@everyone feel free to tag me in everything!! #mine

[divine-motion]

don’t fucking interact if you ship t/cest and minor/adult ships

more shitty phone photos of sketchbook sketches for my tmnt fan incarnation/tmnt 2012 rewrite bc i have no shame and i’m having fun with it! pictures should have captions since i spent time writing them out, but tumblr might mess it up, so in case captions doesn’t work: 1. left to right: leo, donatello up, raphael down, michelangelo 2. Casey Jones up top, April O’Neil to the right, donatello in the middle and karai at the bottom 3. casey and don again, raphael to the left, mikey at the bottom just bc i liked how their their expressions turned out and didn’t want a bunch of negative space so don and case appear again 4. size chart featuring turtles. left to right: leo, don, mikey, raph 5. sketchy Slash design. big boy.

general thoughts character stuff below the Keep Reading. A Lot of rambling below so beware!!

April: 15 years old, trans and bi. local fifteen year old telepath finds out that not everyone is able to feel what other people are feeling, something she’s been able to do since she was six after she played in that one weirdly glowy puddle (early Kraang mutagen attempt that only managed to mutate April in the sense that it gave her telepathy, was originally intended to make humans become part of the Kraang hivemind). she’s largely unfazed by the existence of mutants and aliens, taking it in stride, and finds out about the Kraang - and meets the turtles - while snooping around TCRI business (aspiring journalist that she is) and accidentally witnessing the mutation of Snakeweed. her telepathy, which later as she grows in power alongside the turtles extends to telekinesis and basically possession, is very useful whenever she gets into a scrap since she can predict what moves her opponent will make, thus letting her dodge their blows effectively. personality wise she is a very determined and driven young girl, incredibly curious (and cannot mind her own business, she wants to know all the drama while not having to be part of it... which makes her very fortunate to be a telepath. listen she’s 15 she’s allowed to misuse her powers a little bit. as a treat.), playful, and cheerful, and she’s an extroverted autistic. in her spare time between her studies, she likes to play bass, sing, read, and write. that, and investigating whatever shady business is going on in town, and she makes it very clear to the turtles that even if they weren’t going to deal with the Kraang, she’d continue to try to stop them herself. she would like to not live under the threat of her or her loved ones getting mutated, thank you very much! and, you know, it’s kind of exciting. kind of.

i know it’s bc i have brain issues when it comes to parent figures but i am very much leaning towards Splinter not being... a good dad. i don’t think 2012 Splinter is a good dad anyways but i’d probably amp it up, make him a mix of 2012 and idw probably. i’m still mulling it over but like, remember in the season 1 finale when leo is watching his show and thinks the captain guy making a totally unnecessary sacrifice is a heroic move, and then Splinter tells leo (his fifteen year old child) that leo should know what or who to sacrifice, more or less telling him to sacrifice his brothers’ lives, potentially?? i know there was a lot at stake but hello??? i remember watching it and being like me: ah i see, this is showing that splinter is wrong and there is no need for any sacrifices as seen in the show when the captain Goes Down With His Ship for no reason other than just sacrificing himself, and leo will see that- leo: *tries to sacrifice himself twice in the finale, both times being kind of unnecessary/seemed like if he had just hurried or done something slightly different there would be no need to stay behind, and he gets out fine with no consequences, seemingly no injuries, and does Not learn anything, his brothers don’t even get sad when they think he died or get mad at him for pulling such a dumb move) me: surprised_pikachu.jpeg

like that moment haunts me. has any other splinter told their sons to sacrifice himself or his brothers? has any other splinter put that on them??? idw doesn’t count if he has bc he’s more explicitly supposed to be bad so???

sometimes writers think they’ve made an uncle iroh but they really, really, really haven’t. also his backstory is the same as in the show

anyways. Donatello: 15 years old, bog turtle, nonbinary (he/they, doesn’t mind being called brother but doesn’t like to be called “boy” or “girl” or whatever), bi. he isn’t in love with April. no creepy incel shit here. donnie is instead more like a mix between his Rise and 2003 self. he has trouble expressing himself and is pretty introverted, but he is very altruistic, kind, and compassionate. a lot of his inventions are made to help people and he was driven to learn about science and engineering because he wants to find a way to reverse splinter’s mutation, to give splinter his life and humanity back. he feels like he needs to know if splinter would just abandon them if he wasn’t a huge rat man, needs to know if there’s any part of splinter that blames them for being constant reminders of his mutation. other than that, he also likes to make inventions because he’s a dreamer and wants to experiment to see how much of the unknown he can push beyond. also, the best liar out of the turtles. also fairly good at compromising and prefers to solve conflicts without violence he can get a little... “obnoxious 15 year old genius” at times. even when he’s helpful it can come off as a bit “poor dear isn’t as smart as me”, and while he usually gets along well with Raph, he doesn’t handle Raph’s temper well at all (calls him “Wrathael/Wrath” and thinks he’s being super clever) and gets really dismissive of Raph’s “outbursts”.

Michelangelo: 13 years old, diamondback terrapin, unsure about the gender and sexuality thing but he doesn’t think he’s exactly cis and definitely not straight. a bouncy ball of sunshine and surprising emotional maturity and emotional intelligence! more so than his emotionally constipated brothers, at least. it’s on his thirteenth birthday (it was leo’s idea for them to pick dates that would let them have their own birthdays instead of sharing the “Mutation Day”, Mutation Day being another special “holiday”) that the Plot would be set in motion, as he’s finally allowed to go to the surface same as his brothers, and on this first night out they meet April and the Kraang and other mutants. he is a goof still, but he’s capable in his own right and gets frustrated when people treat him like a baby or an idiot because he’s not. he doesn’t always treat everything with the seriousness it should but like. he’s thirteen, he’s having fun. even so, he’s very insistent of taking responsibility whenever he does do something wrong and gets mad if someone tries to take the blame for something he’s done. definitely the most compassionate and empathetic out of the turtles, he’s quick to make friends and is very persuasive due to his earnest nature and good heart. much like donnie, he prefers to solve conflict without violence but does enjoy knocking skulls a lot more than donnie. unlike donnie, though, he is almost overly forgiving and not petty at all. he’s well aware that his kindness and forgiveness may be taken advantage of, but he still likes to approach people with an open hand, even if he knows that it may end up getting bitten. oh, and his hobbies include drawing, cooking, singing, and dancing. he likes to express himself!

Raphael: 14 years old, mississippi map turtle, trans, bi. all his fury is compressed within his tiny body, that’s why he’s so angry all the time! no, he’s not angry all the time, but he does have a short fuse. he absolutely hates his anger issues which leads to a lot of self-loathing, and a lot of frustration as his family members either don’t take his anger seriously or don’t have the tools to help him with it. he’s the physically strongest out of the bunch and the least agile. he loves animals and plants a lot and keeps a lot of flowers in his room, hoping that he can one day become a gardener. as his idw self, he wants to watch things grow, but no matter what he does he seems to be best at destroying things. he’s also the one most self-conscious about how the human world perceives them, as he greatly fears rejection, and is the first one to see something positive with people getting mutated - namely, that maybe this way mutants will be more well known and finally accepted by society, so he’ll no longer be trapped in the sewer until the end of his days. so yeah, he’s a huge optimist, in truth. also he’s great at knitting - great at creating and taking care of things in general - and there’s no leo and raph rivalry this time around. he can get mad at leo but not really more than he gets with his other brothers.

Casey: 15 years old, nonbinary (they/them), bi. teen vigilante who gets inspired to fight mutants and the big time criminals (no beating up pickpockets or shoplifters or whatever, just the ones that are really hurting people) and gets roped into the turtle fam after meeting raph and becoming unexpected friends (everyone was expecting it, once Casey realized that mutants are people and not weird monsters. well, not all the time, anyways). they struggle a bit in school not because of a lack of trying but a lack of time, as their parents work full time jobs and someone has to take care of casey’s little sister. their parents are very loving, but they only have so much time, so casey takes it upon themselves to take care of their little sister when their parents are busy and/or burned out from work. that, and they run into the classic dilemma of vigilante work clashing with school work. as always, they have a short fuse, they’re pretty cocky, they like beating ass, and they like hockey a whole lot. hockey, vigilante work, school, and taking care of their little sister... yeah, they have a lot on their plate. oh, and making their little inventions like the taser glove and their puck bombs, something that they bond with donnie over.

Leonardo: 17 years old, Central American wood turtle, trans, gay. he doesn’t fall in love with his sister oh my god. ahem. so, leo is raised from the start to be a Leader and has to mature very quickly, learning to be an adult way earlier than he should’ve, and as such he is very stoic and quiet, and doesn’t seem to have any hobbies, instead just doing chores and training almost constantly, and when he’s not doing that he’s reading or sleeping in his free time. he’s incredibly protective of his younger brothers and his other allies/friends, even if he acts distant and detached most of the time, and removes himself from situations where they’re having fun to not be the stick in the mud. he loves his brothers and admires them greatly, believing they could be So Much if the surface world would just accept them, and as a result he tries to be The Soldier so his brothers won’t have to. alas, they still get caught up in the Kraang and Shredder business, which frustrates him internally. he is the best fighter out of the turtles on account of having more years to train (and convincing Splinter to wait a few more years before they got Real training bc Come On Dude They’re Kids) but it’s the Only thing he’s good at, along with stealth and his sharp eyes. he absolutely sucks at talking when it isn’t about a mission or something he can script easily in his head. in his mind, he’s supposed to be more of a weapon than a person, an idea that isn’t exactly encouraged by Splinter... but not exactly discouraged either. his arc would be very paralleled with Karai’s, as they would both learn to hate their dads... also, absolutely down for murder, and a lawful neutral at best, putting his family and friends’ safety above all other things and following a strict personal code. doesn’t care too much for society’s laws, though.

Karai: 16 years old, demigirl, lesbian. same backstory as in the show, she’s born as Miwa but gets taken by Oroku Saki and raised as his daughter. however, she doesn’t exactly want revenge against Hamato Yoshi because she believes that he killed her mother. she never knew her mother, so it’s much more difficult to hate someone for taking her mother away, even if it does mean that she never got to know her mother. especially since her father rarely spoke of what her mother was like, and much more about how much he hates Yoshi. instead, her need for revenge is more for the possibly idyllic life she was robbed of, since she believes that maybe, just maybe, her father Saki would’ve been a kind father that would’ve let her have a normal childhood and not be molded into a warrior from the start if her mother still lived. and hey, maybe Tang Shen would be a nice mom too. being trained in the art of deception, Karai has a tendency to talk a lot and say very little, or at least very little that is true. she is rarely ever sincere and acts as if she’s taking nothing seriously, which is part of her defense mechanism to never let anyone close or see her true self. she mocks pretty much everyone, ally and enemy alike, but especially likes to make fun of her father’s henchmen and is always the first to point out their failures. while she does value honor to some extent, she is a bit “flimsy” when it comes to loyalty, especially after the truth about her father is revealed. when that is revealed, she at first just feels very numb, learning that not only has she been nothing but a tool and a weapon for the Shredder from the very start, but also that the idyllic fantasy where her mother still lived, perhaps her life wouldn’t be so different after all. she looks at leonardo and sees a reflection of herself, that her “real” father chose to train his sons the same way the Shredder trained her. she feels stupid for feeling like she’s been robbed of even a fantasy, but it still enrages her. of course, this also inspires her to stay with the Foot Clan... just to get the kill on Shredder.

... yeah. that got long. ahem. i’m very passionate about this unfortunately!! anyways i might draw/write more for it because no one can stop me and i’m having fun

#tmnt #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #april o'neil #casey jones #karai #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au

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ahahaha thank you anon for sending another duck!

another mutual that has had a profound effect on my Tumblr experience so far has been @thusatlas

For one, she’s just an amazing mutual to talk to. You can tell that her mind is so rich, sophisticated, and full of information. I just would love to spend an entire day just picking through her brain. LIKE SHE JUST RADIATES INTELLIGENCE LIKE WHAT THE HECK. 

SHE’S BASICALLY THE DREAM CREATIVE FRIEND AND THE IDEAL PERSON YOU WANT IN A WRITERS GROUP BECAUSE A) HER STUFF IS AMAZING AND B) WHEN SHE ASKS YOU ABOUT YOUR WELLBEING AND CREATIVE PROCESS YOU KNOW SHE GENUINELY MEANS IT FROM THE BOTTOM OF HER HEART!!

Secondly, HER FICS ARE FUCKING AMAZING. ALL OF THEM!!!! If anyone wants an exciting HP post-war slowburn fic with all sorts of twists and turns that is drenched with philosophy, metaphysics, and spirituality I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU THE CROWNLESS: PART I -THE FUCKENING BECAUSE IT’S SUCH A SEXY FIC LIKE HOLY FUCK. And by I mean that everything and everyone in the story is so intriguing and electrifying that it’s intellectually and creatively sexy!!!!!!! I AM HOOKED TO THIS FIC!!!!! BUT SERIOUSLY READ EVERYTHING!!! I LOVE HER DEPICTION OF DRAMIONE AS BOTH A COUPLE AND AS DYNAMICS!!!!! YOU BECOME SMARTER BY READING THIS AND YOU WANT TO BE JUST AS SMART AND SEXY AS THE CHARACTERS!!! AHHHHH

(Side Note: As a fellow fanfic writer, that The Fuckening is magnum opus level stuff. like you read it and you’re just soooo inspired to create something of your own that is soooo epic) 

I JUST SIMP SO HER SO HARD AND HER REBLOGS ARE SO FUCKNG AMAZING LIKE SHE’S SO FUCKING COOL LIKE I’VE NEVER WANTED TO EMULATE A MUTUAL SO MUCH IN MY LIFE. I LOVE SEEING WHAT SHE REBLOGS BECAUSE SHE HAS JUST GOOD TASTE IN ART AND CONTENT AHHHHHH I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Also I remember when I first wrote about my temptation to delve into fanfic, she slid into the replies and simply wrote “DO IT” and it gave me the necessary push/excuse to just do go for it!!!!!! She really gave me the necessary courage and bravado i needed to fully delve into writing HP fanfic and becoming a full time HP fangirl. 

Basically what I’m trying to say is:

@thusatlas SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

AHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK SOOOO MUCH AND BEING TAGGED BY YOU IN THINGS IS LIKE HAVING YOUR EXISTENCE ACKNOWLEDGED BY DA VINCI OR MICHELANGELO  

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#800 celebration

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and empty words are evil | jason todd

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note: hello there!I usually post a new chapter every Tuesday but I had my finals this week and it was impossible for me to finish the damn chapter on time. So, I'm sorry. If this happens again, I promise I'll say something on my Tumblr. Now with the chapter... There is a certain scene I'm very happy to finally post, though I'm not very happy about how I wrote the big final scene.Thank you all for your comments, hits and kudos, they have all made me so so so happy. Now, I want to ask... Is my writing okay? I find it a bit stiff or weird, though because it's not my native language I'm not sure if that's true or it's truly okay.What do you think about the new chapter? Did you like it? What do you think will happen next? Please, leave a comment down below if you can and see you on the next one!

Much love xx

CHAPTER FOUR

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda

Saturday had been ethic, to say the least. Grace had accompanied Lisa to Gotham City General Hospital after her friend had called her boss a thousand times and he hadn’t answered the phone. Her blonde friend could be fun and always ready for trouble, but she would always be the first one to lend a helping hand. The Hospital’s main entrance had been crowded with police guarding the doors and reporters crowding around.

Grace had waited outside while Lisa went inside through the employees’ door. Ten minutes later, and a headache from the shouts and yells from the paparazzi to the poor policemen doing their job, she had gotten a text from her friend telling her she was staying to help and will call her later.

The raven-haired had gone to a small bookshop, a hidden gem in the gothic-themed city, trying to calm her rage with a new book.

She had ended buying a beautiful vintage version of Wuthering Heights, despite having read it in her kindle many times, and sat all morning in a Parisian-themed café. She had finished it whole while sipping a cappuccino with the sirens of the police cars and ambulances as a background soundtrack.

That evening, after having a small meal due to her queasy stomach, she had pressed play to her 70s music playlist and cleaned her house from head to bottom until everything was spotless. After finishing, she had taken a relaxing bath and almost drowned when falling asleep in the bathtub. After that, Grace had chatted a bit with Lisa, who had seemed tired and without wanting to talk much about the hospitalized police officers or anything; then ate a small dinner, again due to her unsettled stomach, and finally, she had jumped to her big comfy bed.

She sighs, hugging one of her big pillows, turning around and still not comfortable.

Tomorrow…

The room is pitch dark, except the soft night light sneaking through the curtains that cover her ceiling to floor windows, and the raven-haired doesn’t hear any sounds, as usual, emitted by the busy city below her tower.

She will pay for what she has done.

She turns again, this time face down while hugging a bit her pillow, and places her head looking to the side.

Finally comfortable, Grace drifts off.

[ -  -  - ]

Grace feels on cloud nine.

Her bed has never felt as comfortable and warm as it does now, so she refuses to wake up. She wants to prolong this moment for as long as she can, to break such a rare moment of peace –where her anxiety is tamed and not as high as a skyscraper, or her hands aren’t feeling clammy despite rubbing them together nonstop–, would be like committing a sacrilege.

So, she keeps her eyes closed and her face furrowed on her warm pillow.

Her hand, resting on her flat stomach, starts moving –without her wanting to– and travels until touching something hard but warm.

She feels the steady beat of a heart through the palm of her hand.

Though, it isn’t her heart.

The raven-haired wants to go full alert, her mind screaming inside about the dangers of someone being near her while she is so vulnerable, but her body doesn’t follow orders.

She has never felt more at ease than she does now.

Don’t mistake her, Grace’s mind keeps screaming inside her, still trying to make her body answer but yet she remains in the same position.

Grace stays laying face down with her hand on someone’s hard chest.

She feels a strong big arm sneak under her neck, now acting as another pillow despite her head lying on one, and its hand starts combing through her hair, the movements slow and steady.

It feels so good, she almost moans out loud.

Her feet finally move a bit, swimming in the sea of silky and soft sheets, until they meet the touch of another pair. Her toes shyly touch the foreigner limbs for a few seconds, as if exploring and meeting someone new. Instinctively then, instead of jumping out of the bed as any sane person would, she interlocks their limbs together.

That gets her a reaction from the mysterious being.

A soft caress on her cheek, so soft and loving she wants to cry and beg for the touch to never stop, and so she answers tugging his feet closer towards her limbs.

“Love… ” the low male whisper is as soft as a feather and gives her goosebumps, “Love.”

She opens her eyes slowly, forgetting the warnings her mind keeps shouting inside her and discerns a pale chiseled jaw connected to a thick and strong-looking neck thanks to the night light sneaking through her curtains.

“Oh, there she is.” the mocking tone on the voice doesn’t hide how loving the sentence sounds, plump lips curling into the hottest and sweetest smile she has ever seen. “Hello, love.”

Her fingertips itch to touch him, to memorize those soft lips and strong jaw so later she can draw him until she runs out of paper, and it makes her feel so weird and stalkerish. Grace feels her cheeks redden and quickly looks down, accidentally moving and placing her head on the croak of his neck, hiding from him.

He chuckles softly.

“Oh, I see... we playing hide and seek?” his big hand combs through her locks, calmly untangling her dark tresses. Then, just as calm, he begins his countdown. “Ten…”

He is so warm and she feels truly safe and loved in his arms.

Her stare is directly on his abs, now realizing that her lover sports a ridiculously perfect six-pack which unintentionally makes her toes twitch. She can’t help herself and so her stare travels a bit lower.

“Five”

Grace bites her lip when seeing the dark happy trail below his belly button and follows it with her eyes, almost gasping out loud when seeing his V line. Her eyes go up, trying not to see what’s lower of that V line, and sees his broad chest. She can’t help but think, how it is much better sculpted than even Michelangelo’s David. Her hand, already placed on it from before, slowly travels towards the attractive jaw with her eyes following the movement.

She caresses his strong jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble growing, sighing loudly as she cups his cheek.

“One.”

He feels so soft and warm, perfectly fitting the palm of her hand as if it had been created just for her, and so she sighs again, totally entranced.

After six years of avoiding any physical touch or intimacy, Grace feels like she wants to kiss someone.

Her toes curl at the thought of losing herself in his arms, to devour those soft and plump lips of his until she is left breathless and her body completely flushed.

Grace closes her eyes and turns her face to the side, reverently kissing his palm once.

She hears him emit a low sound that makes her tummy and a place lower inside her throb until her toes curl again. It is a foreigner feeling, one she has never felt before, almost scaring her how her whole body is burning with want and need.

“Don’t leave me.”

She can’t help but beg.

He feels like how perfection probably feels like.

His arms feel strong and loving, and it has been a long time since Grace has felt as loved and protected as she does now, and he tugs her closer.

“Please…”

She opens her eyes, wanting to remember this moment; a tear falling and running through her cheek.

Her lover, propping himself up on an elbow while hugging her towards him, kisses the hand on his cheek. Then, his face comes closer until the tip of his nose rubs her own in an Eskimo kiss.

She can’t help herself and smiles lovingly at him, her arms encircling his neck and hugging him towards her.

“Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad!” she lets out a small gasp, his quoting of Wuthering Heights making her thighs rub together. “Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you... ”

His left-hand cups her cheek, tenderly caressing it, and she tilts her head towards it.

“Oh, God. it is unutterable... ” he nips at her lower lip, then drags it towards him and lets it go with a soft kiss. His cheeks are tinted adorably red. “I can not live without my life, I can not live without my soul.”

She looks up, needing eye-contact and to discover if his eyes are as beautiful as she sees him is, when everything goes dark.

Grace wakes up, desperately looking beside her and patting the empty bedside beside her as if searching for him, then looks at the alarm on her nightstand.

It’s 05:55.

The raven-haired fans herself with her hand, tying her hair up despite the tresses sticking to her neck and face.

It felt so real.

Why did it feel so real?

She rubs her thighs together, sweat coating her forehead and feeling too hot despite the doors of her bedroom’s balcony being wide open. Grace gulps, her mouth feeling as dry as sandpaper, and she raises from her bed.

Immediately, she notices how wet her panties are.

“Oh god… ”

The raven-haired goes to the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and picks up a glass water bottle. She chugs it, drinking straight from the bottle instead of pouring it in a glass as she usually would, and smacks it against the marble aisle.

She puts her hands on her hips and almost jumps from how weird the contact feels, her body still feels clammy and too tender.

Grace decides a cold shower and a change of pajamas, underwear included, is in order.

The shower is as quick as lightning, probably similar to those that superhero Flash has, and she quickly picks up one of her brand new sketch pads and her pencil case on her way to her living room’s balcony.

She plops herself in the white armchair and draws him, all that she saw of him and touched with her fingers, drafting and drawing him throughout many pages of her sketchpad.

Ten pages just of his body.

His thick and strong neck.

His chiseled jaw.

His plump lips.

His sweet and perfect smile.

The only thing that makes her wake up from this sort of trance, after three hours of drawing him so she will remember him when her mind fails to, is her phone ringing annoyingly.

She picks it up.

“Bitch! I’ve been bombarding you with messages since an hour ago!” Lisa’s loud voice makes her furrow her brows. “You okay?”

Grace gulps and tries to smile.

“Yeah… yeah. ” she nods, which is stupid because Lisa can’t see her. “I was just drawing, you know how I get when I’m in my bubble… ”

“Oh, yeah. Well, why don’t we go to Pauli’s Diner for a good breakfast and to disconnect?”

Grace raises a brow.

“Aren’t you still at work?”

“Nah, the boss gave me Sunday off because I went to help yesterday.” She hears her friend sigh dramatically. “I offered my free Saturday to help and he said I could have today off. Weird, right? Since when is my boss a good person that cares about others? But fuck it, a good breakfast will do me some good.”

She laughs at her best friend’s ramble.

“Okay, see you in fifteen minutes on our spot!”

Grace stands up, her sketchpad and blanket dropping on the floor.

“Wait! I can’t… ”

But her friend already hung up.

“Lisa! ”

[ - - - ]

The first thing Grace does after coming back from her breakfast with Lisa is to take an Advil. Then, she proceeds to shut the curtains, and only when the room is completely pitch black, she lays down on the bed and falls into the arms of Morpheus.

She wakes up at four pm thanks to the mailman, her migraine gone almost completely.

Yesterday, on her way home from the Parisian-themed café, she had dialed her father and asked for the urgent delivery of antivenin doses.

After six years, he didn’t even question her.

“It will be at your house tomorrow, sweetheart. Please… whatever it is, be careful.”

It seems, despite her never explaining anything, her father somehow knew she leads a sort of dangerous life. Though thankfully, he hadn’t mentioned it to her mother or long ago, Grace would have been submitted to extensive interrogation by her mom.

She opens the package and scans its contents. Three antivenins doses in its syringes with a plastic cap protecting their thin needles.

“Tonight,” she mutters to herself while storing them away in a small pouch in the utility belt of her suit. She stares at the black suit and touches it, her body shaking with excitement. “Tonight”.

Then, Grace prepares a quick meal and eats it in her living room’s balcony while finishing an essay for one of her classes, with a fluffy blanket protecting her body against the cold October wind.

She thinks and overthinks about what to do with Quinn.

I should drag her and Ivy to the GCPD with a bow tied around them.

She slowly chews her garlic bread, then drinks a bit more of her fresh orange juice.

Or should I just kill them? From what I know, both have killed their fair innocent people before Friday and they are a danger to society.

Grace keeps pondering about it while brushing her teeth, then tying her hair up in a bun, and changing into her sports bra and yoga pants.

She would probably decide what to do while training in the gym.

Probably.

[ - - - ]

It is truly a pity that Toxic Acres’s newly built houses and its neighborhood will forever, or at least until further notice, remain unsuitable as a residence for civilians due to its close proximity to a toxic waste dump.

The neighborhood is actually beautiful, though it is a deadly beauty.

Grace thinks she is immune to the toxicity surrounding the neighbor. When she had visited Quinn’s home the night they met and the other many times, including her special delivery of explosives, she hadn’t felt sick at all or had any subsequent effects of poisoning due to toxicity.

Yet, she knows Poison Ivy is an expert in not only poisonous plants and toxins but also of entrancing people with her pheromones.

Therefore, she had injected one of the antivenins at home before putting her suit and gear on and teleporting to the neighborhood.

Better safe than sorry, right?

Now, in front of Quinn’s apartment door, Grace seriously considers knocking or ringing the bell. Her good manners and impeccable vocabulary are always present, even before killing or arresting someone.

My parents raised me to be a proper lady… And while I don’t know if I’m a lady, I am totally well-mannered.

She ends up deciding that today she will be a bit rude.

The raven-haired extends her left hand and Jedi-like slides her palm, the main door opening without resistance from any lock.

Grace high heeled boots clatter as she walks herself in uninvited.

Why do I feel so edgy?

She hears Bud and Lou immediately come running towards her, their hoot-laugh annoying her to no end, and so she decides to quickly put them to sleep. She snaps her fingers and hears the sound of them collapsing to the floor.

“Bud?! Lou?!” Harley sounds between worried and alarmed. She keeps walking through the hallway towards the big living room. “My babies!”

She reclines her body on the threshold of the room, smiling sweetly despite wanting to knock Harley’s teeth off.

“Grace?” Harley’s pale face is masked in confusion, her head adorably tilted. “What are ya’ doing here?”

Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar

Quinn is sitting on the sofa, curled up into Poison Ivy’s side, wearing a set of black and red pajamas with diamond and heart symbols printed all over it. Despite that, she is wearing matching makeup on and her hair is styled in two ponytails.

“Hello, Harley.”

She turns towards the redhead and almost steps back.

The pull that woman has is powerful and scary at the same time. Her aura and body are constantly emitting pheromones and toxins, and just in case Grace lets her power visibly curl around her to protect herself.

“Harl, is that your friend Grace?” Ivy’s seductive and airy voice asks Quinn.

Pamela Isley is painfully beautiful in a unique way. Long fiery-red hair falling in soft waves around her torso, tan skin glowing and plump green lips. She is wearing silk pale green pajamas and they look more sensual than comfortable or homey.

The couple coordinately stands up from the big red sofa, the unconscious hyenas scattered near it, and look to her as if expecting her to explain why did she break-in.

Duh.

“You must be Ivy.” she smiles to the redhead, nodding her head. “Pleasure to finally meet you.”

Through the corner of her eye, she sees vines and plants start curling around the walls and floor. Ivy sort of smiles, probably feeling between friendliness and suspicion due to the green bluish aura surrounding her –or the unconscious hyenas–, and nods to what she just said.

“Likewise. Harley has told me everything about you.” the couple is now five feet away from her, though the blonde is kneeling while trying to wake up her dear pets. “A friend of Harl is a friend of mine.”

She mockingly opens her mouth in surprise.

“A friend of Harley?” she feigns astonishment, even going as far as placing a hand atop her right breast. “Me?”

Harley looks up while still remaining in the same position.

“Of course, you’re my friend. Ya’ helped me! ”

She would have smiled at Harley’s sweet smile if she wasn’t as angry as she currently was.

“But friends don’t lie to each other, right Harley?”

The blonde tilts her head, then stands.

“What… whatcha mean?”

Ivy takes a step towards her, vines and plants falling from the ceiling and bursting from the floor, the living room starting to look more like a botanic garden than a homey place.

“The police, Harley.” she tilts her head, a maniac smile appearing on her face. “The police.”

Harley stands up while blinking quizzically, then it seems she finally gets it and smiles shamefaced, her mouth curling in a bashful smile.

“Oops.”

Grace clenches her fists and the ceiling blows up, vines and plants falling from the sky as if it was raining nature.

“My plants! How dare you!?”

Ivy’s scream doesn’t even faze her, the raven-haired too angry with the harlequin to even feel threatened or scared.

“10 people have died in total, Quinn! Ten! And two are in critical condition!” she yells and the sofa and tv explode. Quinn, just shrugs which makes her even angrier than before, “You promised!”

“Accidents happen, ya’ know?”

The blonde’s high pitched voice annoys her now more than ever.

“You little piece of shit… ” Grace takes a step forward and extends her hand, going for her usual neck chokehold. She doesn’t even register her own coarse vocabulary. “You are so dead.”

Harley floats up in the air but before flying towards her glowing hand, vines start encircling her legs and arms, binding her to the floor.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” the redhead raises her perfectly plucked brow and new vines emerge from the floor, slapping and trying to stab her. “It’s over for you, nature always wins.”

She swats them away with her power, the vines either catching on fire or completely burning out.

Poison Ivy screams, a sound so high and piercing that Grace feels like her eardrums will probably burst and she will end up deaf. Out of nowhere, Harley jumps high towards her, swinging her circus hammer –where the hell did she get, it is a mystery to her– and she extends her hand, seeing clearly the perfect opening to grab the blonde.

Bingo.

Harley’s neck is now on her hand.

“I specially asked you to not kill any of the GCPD while you helped Ivy escape or I would kill you with my bare hands.” A circle of power protects both of them from Ivy’s nonstop attacks, though Grace doesn’t pay her as much attention as she probably should. The ebony-haired raises the hand she isn’t using, bites her index finger and slides her leather black glove off. “I keep my promises.”

The circus hammer falls to the ground as Grace tightens her hold on the blonde’s neck with her gloveless hand.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” the harlequin is still smiling and talking despite her very strong grip. A sudden attack of many pointy and deadly looking vines makes Grace lose her balance a bit, but the defense circle repels it and even sets on fire a few of them. “This is just a misunderstanding… I thought you said civilians, not cops!”

“Cut the bullshit! I clearly said cops!” her grip tightens even more, by now any normal person would have already blacked out or even died from lack of oxygen. “Stop lying!”

“Drop her or you will end up being fertilizer for my dear plants!”

“Oh, shut it.” she makes a motion of shooing her away with her gloveless hand, but Ivy uses her vines as a shield. “You will be next, don’t worry!”

Ivy’s next attack almost shatters the defensive shield.

“Quinn, last words?”

The redheaded vines raise up in the sky, thicker and more pointy than ever, the moon shining through the thick and lush vines.

“Believe me, no one wants to hear them.”

The words are followed with loud sounds of shots being fired and the surprise makes her drop Harley. Quickly, Grace creates a new protecting circle around herself. After all, the other shield was close to being completely shattered.

That voice… Red Hood? Impossible!

She looks up while Harley runs towards where Ivy is.

It seems the ceiling hadn’t blown up completely before, for he is standing up on the floor of the apartment above them while shooting down towards Ivy and her vines –the later using her plants as a shield for Harley and herself–.

His aura burns so brightly and fiercely, it almost makes her fear that she will catch on fire and burn too.

“Red?”

He looks exactly like he did back then.

She is alarmed that she feels happy and elated that he didn’t die.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you when I finish with these two.”

Grace huffs loudly at his audacity, despite her clearly being able to kill him with the snap of her fingers.

“Take care of me? Careful or I will throw a wall to your face.”

She hears his loud laugh, technologically modified by his helmet.

“We will see.”

Through the corner of her eye Grace registers Harley picking up her circus hammer and new pointy stems of plants rising from the ground.

“This is all very nice and shit, but she attacked me first!”

Harley yells while marching towards her.

“Because you killed those cops, you liar!”

Poison Ivy’s stem rise and thicken, their pointy ends shinning by the light from the moon, advancing towards her.

It seems Red Hood takes pity on her and he unleashes a curvy blade, jumping atop the thick stems and slashing them.

Focus on Harley.

She sends bolt after bolt of her powers to the blonde, but she keeps dogging them and approaching her. Grace quickly muses and decides that she needs to  try something new, and so she concentrates her power on her hands and sends a blast.

“Nature always wins, Red Hood!”

It hits Harley directly on the chest and sends her flying towards the opposite wall.

She analyses her aura, its flames dull and calm, and so she realizes that the blonde is completely knocked out.

Grace turns towards Ivy and Red Hood, the later wrestling with a thick stem while dodging attack after attack from other stems. The raven-haired looks around, searching for something to tie up Harley until she remembers she always carries a few zip ties on one of the pouches in her utility belt.

She ties Harley’s hands behind her back and punches her in the face.

“That’s for lying, you clown.”

The maniac cackle of Ivy alarms her.

“That’s it, you are dead!”

She turns, alarmed by those words, and sees the exact moment when one of the many thick pointy stems cuts him on his left wrist. He had been wrestling and cutting plant after plant with his curved blade while Ivy relentlessly attacked him.

“Red?!”

Grace sends a concentrated and powerful blast towards Poison Ivy and it hits the redhead right on the face, knocking her to the nearest wall. The plants recede into the ground or curl away from the ceiling until the room no longer looks like a botanical garden and more like a messy and wrecked living room.

He turns around, his LED white eyes staring at her, wobbling while taking a step further.

“You… ”

He staggers again, his strong and heavy body swaying a bit, and groans while putting one of his gloved hands to his face.

Twenty bucks say that plant was poisonous.

“That crazy bitch… ”

She circles him and walks towards Ivy, kneeling on the ground and tying the redhead’s hands behind her back.

“There.”

Grace hears another groan and she looks over her shoulder.

“Don’t move, I will hand your ass to… the… police. ”

She tries not to laugh out loud at seeing him, so big and strong looking, wobbling like that while still trying to go up against her.

“Oh Red, you never fail to amuse… ”

“Stay there.”

He takes a step further and suddenly drops to the ground, the loud sound of his body hitting the floor matching with his loud groan.

She gasps, quickly rising and approaching him.

Grace kneels beside him, picking both his wrists to searching for the slash.

He grabs her wrist, his hold tight.

“What do you... think… you are doing?”

She searches through her pouches in her utility belt and takes one of the two remaining syringes out, dropping it in his chest. Then, she grabs the wrist where the slash is and rolls up his sleeve. His pale forearm is heavy and looks strong, her two arms probably make one of his, the veins bulging out quite a bit and she tries not to think how hot it is.

What can she say, she always had a thing for veiny hands and arms.

“What? No… no…  no.”

He tries to break free from her hold but she tugs his arm so it stays in place.

“I’m saving your life, you dumbass. So be quiet and stay put.”

With her free hand, she quickly picks up the syringe and bites the cap off the needle. Then, she holds his wrist so tightly it cuts his circulation and when a blueish vein stands out notoriously, she injects the needle and plunges the antivenin in.

“It’s antivenin, you will feel better in a few minutes.” She extracts the needle, pressing her tumb where she injected it so it does leave a bruise. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to disinfect the slash though.”

He grunts in answer.

“Oh, you big baby.” she mocks him, then laughs while shaking her head. “Are you carrying any Band-Aids?”

He grunts again which makes her laugh.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

Now, it's his turn to laugh –the sound while technologically modified still sounds throaty and low.

“Well, this was fun but I’m getting out of here.” She pats him in the chest and sees how the bat symbol lights up, ready to leat a bolt of energy out. Grace quickly directs her power to her hands right in time to the symbol letting out a potent electrical shock. “Nice try.”

She stands up while he sits down holding his head, snapping her fingers and making the used syringe and cap disappear.

“I don’t remember that happening last time… What, you got that thing because you didn’t like me touching you?” she feigns to be hurt, though inside she feels alarmed that she might have hurt him last time with her careless actions. “I’m hurt.”

You hate people touching you that way, but then go around throwing yourself in someone’s arms without asking for his consent? You big hypocrite.

“No.” the word sounds guttural, though he quickly clears his throat and stands up. “It had been malfunctioning for a few days, you were just lucky.”

She tilts her head when she sees him put a hand at the back of his neck.

Is he embarrassed?

Grace laughs while turning around, ready to walk away and get the hell out of this place.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?”

He grabs her left wrist and turns her around.

“Me? Home.”

He laughs as if he can’t believe her.

“Don’t think so. I’m handing your ass in.”

She clicks her tongue.

“Why?”

“10 people died because of the explosives you gave Harley. Don’t feign ignorance, sweetheart?”

She sighs and relaxes her body, tilting her head up to see him because of how tall he is.

“Would you believe me if I tell you that I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt?” she points at Harley with her free hand. “I told her not to kill anyone, she lied to me and said she wouldn’t.”

He stares at her, not saying anything.

“That’s why I came here.” she shrugs while feeling like the worst person on the planet. “I was going to hand those two in.”

He tilts his head, his hold on her hand relaxing a bit.

“Sorry but that looked like you were going to strangle Quinn.”

His tone is mocking.

“She can be very annoying.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

She laughs at his comment, shaking her head.

“Let go of my wrist.” her voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

He does as she said, though he takes a step further until they are both standing as close as humanly possible. She looks up even more than before, mentally cursing him for being so freaking tall, and places her hands on his hips.

“Now… can I go?”

“No.”

She pouts.

“Pretty please?”

He huffs and shakes his head.

“No.”

She concentrates a bit of her power on her hands and places them on his chest, the bat symbol uselessly letting go another electrical shock, and she shakes her head imitating him.

“Oh, c’mon Red!” she pouts again, trying to look seductive or at least cute enough to not hand her to the GCPD. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He laughs loudly, a throaty sound that comes from deep within which she can feel through her glowy hands, and lowers his head so it’s closer to her face.

“Cute but no.”

She sighs dejected, then nods while patting his chest

“I’m sorry, Red.”

The glow in her hands brighten and he realizes what is about to happen, trying to pull back and avert the upcoming attack.

“Too late.”

She sends a blast his way and he collides with the wall, dropping to a sitting position beside Quinn’s unconscious form.

Grace takes advantage of his disoriented state and opens a portal to Robinson Park, where she plans to open another one to her house.

“Men… Always falling to the same old tricks.”

She sighs while saying it, knowing he will hear her, and crosses the portal until she is standing on the city’s main park. She turns around and sees him already standing up and running towards her.

“Bye, Red!”

Grace closes the portal on his face.

#Jason Todd x reader #jason todd x you #Jason Todd x oc #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fanfiction #my writing #aewae ff #dc fanfiction #dc imagine

[rovelae]

An Open Letter to AO3

This has been on my mind for a while, so I sent them this via their “contact support” messaging system. I doubt anything will come of it, but it’d be cool if it did, huh?

CW: discussion of child pornography, rape, real-person fiction, abuse

Hello.

My name's Rovelae, and I've been using AO3 for about 3 years now. I'm a fan of the user-friendly interface, the bookmarking system, and how easy it is to post my art and enjoy other fans' art, too.

But something I'm having trouble with-- and I'm sure many others have brought this up to you by now-- is the Archive's allowance of real-person fiction and child porn.

Let me make it clear, though-- I realize the Archive's original purpose is to be a place for art where people don't have to worry about being censored or reported for what they post. Unlike other media platforms, you allow essentially anything from anyone. I think that's admirable, I really do. Because if I wanted to post pictures of Michelangelo's "David" on Tumblr or Twitter, I'd be flagged for nudity, even though I see beauty in the way it's portrayed. That's what I think can be considered censorship.

But there's a difference between censoring someone's artistic vision and stopping what should be considered a crime. In contrast to my previous hypothetical scenario, if I were to livestream the rape of a child on YouTube, no matter my "artistic" intentions, I'd get my account suspended and be reported to the police.

This is where the Archive's policy is flawed. By allowing anything and everything onto the Archive, you also leave room for the most depraved and repulsive pieces that users can post without consequence, be that real-person fiction or child pornography. And that is pornography, by the way; if child porn is written instead of depicted in traditional art or photography, it is no less damaging to readers. I realize there's a tagging system for this, but that isn't good enough, because by allowing it on the Archive, you're effectively excusing, even supporting, its existence. Allowing real-person fiction and child pornography normalizes it in everyday life, which quite literally puts real people in danger of harassment, objectification, and abuse.

I understand that it's your policy to disregard messages like this because the Archive was created to allow anything and everything. But that's exactly what I'm getting at-- the "anything goes" policy is inherently flawed and allows for grievous misuse.

With this in mind, I'd like to propose a re-vote of sorts. Let's see what registered users think about revising the policy-- not in a way that censors their art, but to stop child pornography and abusive real-person fiction. There's no beauty or art in glorifying the abuse of children or real people.

So, how about this. Create a poll of sorts, where registered users can answer simple yes-or-no questions such as "should graphic depictions of child rape be allowed on the Archive?". Please listen to your users on this; it's a different way of handling this issue than any other media platform has used, so I'm sure users would appreciate having their opinions heard.

I realize, also, that the Archive is run largely by volunteers or people who aren't compensated much, if at all, for the work they do. I'd like to remind you that for every donation week I've seen so far, fans have always exceeded your donation goals and will likely continue to do so. We love the Archive, and we appreciate your work. I firmly believe that a policy readjustment like this, especially if it results in preventing abusive real-person fiction and child porn, would only garner more support for the Archive, both financial and otherwise. I, for one, would feel a lot more comfortable donating to and supporting people who actively prevent harmful content without censoring art.

Thanks for your time. I look forward to hearing from you.

Rovelae

#Rov talks #AO3 #CW for abuse and other nasty topics #Wouldn't it be cool if they listened to me?