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brooklynislandgirl · 7 months

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The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

One common one is despite the fact that she'd rather chew broken glass than say the L word to someone, that she doesn't want to hear it said by the right person. She might believe that hearing it starts some cosmic timer that means the person saying it will find a way to leave her afterwards, but she is a soft soul who wants to mean something to someone. A lot of people think that Beth has brown eyes, and that's not wholly true. They are technically considered hetero-chromatic, being that they are actually mostly green with splotches of amber brown to them.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON Beth does NOT have a speech impediment as such. She is capable of speaking "Perfect" {American} English, but to do so requires her to deliberately slow down, consider each and every syllable, and she finds it stressful. She finds it easier to lean on pidgin, to varying degrees of 'thickness' depending on her emotions. Beth's problem with audio-processing disorder has been mistaken for her being partially deaf all of her life. Some words are difficult especially when they contain th digraphs. She is bedevilled by homophones. Sometimes, when it seems she isn't paying attention, it's legitimately that she didn't hear something or is trying to work out what parts of speech she did hear.

A USELESS HEADCANON

That Beth really wants to be as snarky as her brother, possibly even worse. But before she can get the words out, she realises it's unkind and hurtful and therefore not pono.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Beth cannot stand to even be in the same room with peanut butter, and the smell alone is enough to make her sick to her stomach. Talking about shark-fining, or constantly making them the subject of horror stories/monster movies or written works is enough to send her on a rant if not provoking her to actual violence.

Treating children, animals, the elderly or the homeless with any kind of abuse will provoke her to actual violence, as well.

~*~ The only serious issue I have is CSA and physical abuse. I won't write it with any of my characters. I won't entertain it as a plot point without it being shown to be the most terrible sort of crime, and without the perpetrator coming to a justly deserved end.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

I absolutely love the true innocence and joy Beth harbours in her soul, the fact that she is capable of holding onto so much hope despite some of the really terrible things she experiences in various stories/verses/threads. But also, she's an extremely silly goose sometimes. I think Habitual Linecrosser said it best when he said "how can you be sooooo gullible and yet sooooo dangerous?!"

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

Yes, Beth can be your biggest cheerleader, she will love and support you even if you're literally a monster, a murderer, a deeply imbalanced person or creature. She is a bit of a doormat more often than not, but that doesn't mean she and I will allow anyone to treat her like a joke. If you're only going to write with us because you want one of my other muses, or when you have no one else to write with, then...jog on, this blog isn't for you.

tagged: @kit-just-kit {{Mahalo Darling!}}

tagging: everyone! {{I wanna know!}}

#She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

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tarnishedhalo · 1 year

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I love reading yer stuff but been too nervous to ask you to plot.

Hey hun. Consider this: The worst thing I can say is that it isn't the right plot for me, and then I will offer an alternate suggestion or two. I will never overtly be cruel to anyone who didn't deserve it {{ie: really terrible anons}}. Riley is a goodest boy and I am a soft Turtle so feel free to hit me up sometime.

#Thanks!Hun :)#The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

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raisin-shell · 1 year

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Your a good writer and I don’t care what critics say you just do you and keep supporting tcest

Thank you so much for your words of encouragement!!! I’ve been needing some positive feedback to get me back into gear and get me writing again. 😍😍😍

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #answered asks #mun speaks

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xxyumeno · 2 years

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hello! I have returned from my nap and to do more asks! After this last pocky day ask I have. I’m going to start alternating between asks and doing replies to thread. Yes, I still have some asks from Halloween.

#�� ▸ mun speaks ` yin doesn't say enough #( i am slow when answering asks #( some come from memes #( i've reblogged awhile ago; so i have to go back and look for those #( welcome to club slow; population me!#( and this turtle i call sherbert

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the-dimitrescu-seamstress · 3 years

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Twelve Yards of Floral Damask - One Shot

(Mun here. I was quiet for the most part of last night, but after Nicole Tompkins stream, a fire was lit under me and I finished a drabble I had been working on ever since I saw that one portrait of Lady Dimitrescu.

Below is a one-shot I wrote, one of many I have planned. Magdalena Petran is my OC, while Lady Alcina Dimitrescu belongs to Capcom. I hope you enjoy it.)

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The castle was immense and, if Magda had to admit it, a bit intimidating. It was rather easy to get yourself turned around in the hallways, or initially forget which door led to where off of the interior courtyard. The servants that were around, and willing to speak to her, advised the seamstress that, in order to make life in the castle easier for her, she had better learn the layout as best she could and as quickly as she could.

That was a task easier said than done. She felt safe in her part of the castle, even if safe was only a relative term. If she took a wrong turn or opened the wrong door, she could easily end up in a place where she would not return from. She was well aware of the screams that would echo throughout the castle. Sometimes they came from the direction of the family’s private chambers, but more often they would crawl up from the castle depths. Either way, Magda never wanted her voice to join them.

But, if she was so afraid, why was she quietly walking the halls this late at night? The simple answer was that the servants were right. She needed to learn how to navigate this world; both the physical and the social aspects. That meant she needed to learn all she could about the castle and its inhabitants. Repairing garments they were used to could only get you so far. Anyone could mend a seam or stitch a button, but Magda needed to make sure she was invaluable. The Countess seemed pleased with her work so far, but she had yet to entrust her with creating anything new. She needed to change that.

The other reason Magda was using the late hour to do her self-guided tour was that there were less people around. Most of the servants were already in bed, and she had picked a night that the girls were out on a hunt. The last thing Magda needed was for them to stalk her through the castle for fun. Their laughter in the dark was unsettling.

The lack of individuals also allowed her to take her time on examining the various portraits, busts, and ceramics that were thoroughly scattered throughout the place. She tried to piece together how old Lady Dimitrescu was by the decor, but there were items from across many time periods, keeping Magda from placing an exact age on the woman. The daughters could have been from the mid-1800’s, if the portrait in the Entrance Hall was any indication, but all she knew of the Countess was that she either had lived for many centuries or she was a collector of fine antiques and enjoyed living in great opulence.

The seamstress stood at the top of the stairs in the Main Hall, mentally mapping out the areas through the doorways around her. “That way to the Hall of the Four… Left and to the left again for the Entrance Hall, Carriage Gate, and the decrepit elevator of death. Though all this is a circle as well. Door to the right in the Hall of the Four leads to…” Magda didn’t complete that sentence, but through that door was the receiving room where she… where she became an employee of the castle. That would be a place to avoid for a while. Taking a breath and ignoring the brief ache of her left wrist, she continued.

“Dining Room below, and through to the left is the kitchen, while straight ahead is the courtyard. Once in the courtyard, to the right is the private chambers of Lady Dimitrescu. To the left is the Opera House, and my workspace.” To think that this castle had its own opera house. Yes, it was small, but still incredible to be in. With the bottom floor mostly mapped in her head, Magda began to walk the second floor. Here were the doors to the dressing and sitting rooms, as well as the Wine Room. Knowing that, she turned away from the dressing rooms and quietly went through the doors opposite.

The statue in front of her was large, unexpected, and the subject matter was really almost clichéd. Magda thought vampires were only supposed to have decadent art pieces of the sacrificial sort in works of fiction, and yet here was one being displayed before her. Perhaps it was a family heirloom or a macabre wedding gift. Either way, she decidedly turn her attention from it and continued on her exploration.

Light bled into the hallway from the room to the left, its door partially closed, and there were slight sounds of movement coming from within. Curiosity overcame self-preservation as Magda slowly crept forward, barely breathing in order to be as quiet as possible. Naturally, her careful steps found the one floorboard that squeaked under her weight, causing her to freeze in place and wait.

“To whomever is lingering in the hall, your eavesdropping presence has been noticed and it is not appreciated. Announce yourself before I lose my patience.” Magda closed her eyes and mouthed a silent curse as the voice of Alcina Dimitrescu sounded from within the room.

“It’s… It’s Magdalena Petran, ma’am. Your seamstress?” she replied nervously, before realizing how stupid she sounded. As if there was another Magdalena working here. There was a tense silence before it was broken by a simple command.

“Enter.”

Knowing better than to make her wait, Magda obeyed and quickly entered the room.

She had expected it to be a private study, but instead she found the room to be a simple art studio. No, simple wasn’t the right word. While it lacked the gilded decor of the rest of the castle, the ceiling was high and vaulted, complete with a skylight to let plenty of natural sunlight in during the day. Its simplistic appearance was only due to how older looking, more worn, and used everything was. The darker woodwork and wallpaper contributed to the effect as well. The floor lacked polish and uniformity in board shape and coloring. The few pieces of furniture and large quantities of books were all pushed against the walls, leaving plenty of room for a canvas and easel to sit in the center of the room. This was a place of work. Lady Dimitrescu, clad in an artist’s smock and with brush and palette in hand, gazed down at Magda in her usual authoritative fashion.

“What is your reason for wandering the halls of my castle at such a late hour, Miss Petran? I doubt that you are looking for clothing to repair.”

“I was looking...” she stopped and quickly corrected herself. “I was learning to find my way around the castle. It’s a large estate and I’d rather not get lost or open the wrong door.” Or get eaten, she thought.

“Could you not do this during the day?”

“I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way, mistress. I thought if I did it at night, most of the servants would be asleep, your daughters would be out hunting or otherwise occupied, and you would be…” Magda’s voice died in her throat as she looked down, not quite sure of what to say next.

“You thought I would be secreted away in my private chambers, busying myself with whatever womanly duties a lady of the house tended to do late at night. Is that it? Look at me when I am talking to you.” Magda’s head immediately snapped upward, fear likely showing in her eyes since an amused little smile, one with an edge to it, crept across Lady Dimitrescu’s deep red lips.

“Ma’am, I would never do something like that or presume anything about your nightly activities. I was not prowling or sneaking around. I was just exploring and figuring things out and I saw the light, so I came to look and then… I’m sorry, Mistress. I honestly didn’t mean to intrude.” The taller woman watched Magda for a long while, yellow eyes boring into her unwaveringly, before turning her attention back on the unfinished painting.

“Which is it?” she asked in a clipped manner, adding a few minute details to the wings of the angel depicted on her canvas.

“I beg your pardon?” Magda replied, confused.

“Throughout this entire conversation, you have used both ‘ma’am’ and ‘mistress’ when addressing me. Are you unable to make up your mind, child? Pick one or the other.” A few more brush strokes. “Now, which is it?” Magda was a bit lost. She didn’t know if this was a test or if she was simply making a mistake that needed to be corrected. Not knowing which was the better option, she went for a third choice.

“…Countess?” At that, the other woman paused and slowly turned to look at Magda once more, yellow eyes once again locked onto her, but this time her gaze was one of appraisal rather than judgement. This time her smile was one of satisfaction, as if saying ‘well, the mortal can be taught’. She then returned to her painting, the tension in the room having dissipated. However, Magda did note that she had not dismissed her. Whether this was another test, or the woman just enjoyed toying with her, she couldn’t say.

Rather than run the risk of spoiling the mood or the Countess’ artist moment, Magda took the time to quietly look around the room, taking in details she had previously missed; the large stuffed snapping turtles, the bell tower gears seen through the windows, and the immense portrait hanging in a ornate wood frame on the far wall.

You would think missing something like that upon entering would have been impossible, but then again, the subject in the painting was initially blocked by a living being of the exact same size. Now Magda could see it clearly, and it was gorgeous. It was the Countess, but perhaps a little younger. She still had a pink flush to her skin, still had life in her. No, that was wrong. Lady Dimitrescu ate, drank, and breathed like everyone else, but there was a difference that Magda couldn’t quite place.

The dress she wore was exquisite, and Magda took an unintended step forward before stopping herself. The Countess didn’t seem to have noticed, but she still decided to play it safe.

“Countess? That portrait… it’s you, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she replied with an amused half chuckle. “Unless you are aware of another woman of my stature.” She was clearly enjoying this. Good. Better an amused Countess than a wrathful one.

“May I take a closer look?” A gentle, almost absentminded, shooing motion with one hand was all the response that was given, but Magda took it as a yes, quickly walking over.

Up close, it was even more impressive that she originally thought. She had always been impressed by how artists managed to convey fabric and textures with simple strokes from a paintbrush. There were even minute wrinkles in the skirt. It was beautiful, absolutely stunning. Magda’s gaze hungrily devoured every detail she saw of this garment. At first she thought the fabric was a brocade, and from her initial distance, the mistake could be understood. The print was the proper size and detail for the material, but brocade would have been too heavy or stiff to have the folds of the skirt lay as they did.

“Floral damask?” she asked eagerly, not even thinking that she had just blurted out something in an otherwise quiet room.

“What?” came the terse response.

“The fabric, it’s a floral damask, isn’t it? Sterling gray and white.” Not even waiting for a confirmation, she went back to her examination. Too low a neckline for Victorian, also wrong hairstyle for the time. Late Victorian perhaps? Edwardian? That would make sense. At least she had a decade to work with, but Edwardian fashion changed every year of that decade. Either way, her mind was already clicking, and the desire to make or even see this garment had nestled itself thoroughly into her psyche, digging its damned little claws into her. Magda was like this when she saw a piece of clothing that intrigued her, flaming an odd passion inside of her. There was no way she would let this go so easily.

“Does the gown still exist?” she asked, turning around and looking unexpectedly at the Countess, who was now standing directly behind her. For a woman her size, it was unnerving how quietly she could move if she wished to.

“It intrigues you, doesn’t it?”

“I… If I can… I would love to make this. It’s twelve yards, at least, if that was when… if you were…” The Countess’ eyebrow quirked a little, and Magda immediately changed her wording, knowing it was a very bad idea to mention sizes, especially to her. “Historically, at least twelve yards of fabric would be needed for a Late Victorian or Edwardian dress like that. If… Countess, I know you think I’m babbling, but I believe I can recreate this gown for you. Please. I know I can.”

“Whether you can or cannot is not the issue, Miss Petran. The hour is late and I would rather not hear you prattle on about fabric or garments that have not been worn in quite some time. I believe I have indulged you for long enough. I suggest you retire back to your quarters for the night before you find yourself anywhere else in this castle.” It wasn’t quite a threat, but there was an edge to it, and the seamstress knew better than to test that edge.

“Yes, Countess,” she replied, giving her a bow before heading for the door, her mind still processing the gown.

“And Magdalena?” Magda froze upon hearing her first name spoken, a chill running down her spine. Why the sudden name change? Had she done something wrong? She was at the door, she could have simply continued on, feigning ignorance. But instead, she turned around, ready to face whatever faux pas she had unwittingly done. Alcina was still at the portrait, back to her.

“Yes, Countess?”

“Three days from now, I would like a tailoring session. Mid-afternoon. That is all.” It was good that she could not see Magda’s face, as her jaw went slack and she stared. Three days. She had three days to ready and prove herself. The workshop wasn’t a mess, per se, but she knew she could make it better for her visit.

“Yes, Countess. Absolutely.” Another bow, and she was gone. Magda may have just made herself useful.

#drabble #one shot #alcina dimitrescu

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askwendyokoopa · 3 years

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Thinking I should move to YouTube

... and by ‘move’ I mean ‘expand’ because I could never leave tumblr. But if you’re one of the dozen or so random people who follow my YouTube channel for some bizarre and unknown reason; as I’ve never posted anything approaching ‘real’ content... and nothing at all since the WiiU stopped its uploading service; then you might know that I’ve started posting random anecdotes about my life... only with Wendy. This is one of those times when I forgot to put Quotes or Parentheses at the beginning of the post, so even I don’t know if the Mun or Muse is talking... and that’s the problem, I can no longer tell us apart. So what if I ‘cashed in’ on that, and also those animated stories YouTube is so famous for?

The difference is my stories would be 100% plausible, because they actually happened; and yet, they didn’t happen to a female or a turtle or a dragon or a fictional character... I feel like there’s a potential for some strange disconnect there. Also, while nobody ever answered me for the ‘Year of the Koopaling’ animated project, that was supposedly because I never specified anything. I figured you ask the artist if they are accepting commissions at this time; if the answer is yes, you enter negotiations, and if the answer is no, you thank them for their time and move on with your life. Apparently what you are supposed to do is splatter your heart and soul bare in front of this perfect stranger, and describe in great detail what you want animated and what your budget is and all the nitty-gritty details first. Then they look at it, and decide at their leisure, whether or not they are even doing commissions at the moment.

Well, it’s all moot anyhow, seeing as I bought a microphone a few years ago and I can’t even use it. I literally can not speak when it is turned on. When recording for myself, for practice, something that no one else in the whole world is ever going to hear... I freeze up... I can’t even make sounds. If they gave out awards on tumblr for being the least like your muse, I’d definitely be in the running.

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room-of-torture · 4 years

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I've read through some of your posts that the partners for the turtles were given a choice of colors, and that's how they became affiliated. If I may ask, how does one even get to that point? Are they just plucked off the street, so to speak? Sorry if this question is weird, just trying to learn.

Mun: apologies for answering this late! I’m behind on a lot of things for personal reason so I’m slowly trying to get back! As for your question...

They mainly go by rumors and/or recommendations by other past clients if they have no other option to turn to. HM like to keep things hush hush and not be so loud about their business for obvious reasons. I don’t think the public and the law would be too happy about the harsh punishment that happens inside the mansion walls. So that part is definitely kept quiet, but the “there are people that can help you if the authorities can’t” is usually spread in whispers between people in the shadows. Not much else.

#Like man I know some people who can help you #aint tell much other then that #ROT AU

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nyc-mutants · 5 years

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Rules & Guidelines

This blog is a selective semi-active blog that will be focusing more on asks and memes than actual RP threads. The concept for the Mutants in New York AU was first established on the @tri-point-bruiser blog, which is now residing as a secondary blog for this account. The decision to make a stand alone blog for the AU came after some thought and discussion as the AU has become popular on other platforms and I have given the ok for people to create OC’s (upon review) in this AU.

This AU still belongs to me and does not fall under fair use and may not be appropriated by other blogs without permission.

The rules are subject to change without notice at any time it is deemed necessary.

Rules:

No Minors:

Due to the nature of the blog and the age of the mun, no minors will be allowed on the blog at any time. We have no interest in interacting with anyone under the age of 20. While it is understood that 18 is the age of consent in the US, for personal reasons we are setting the age limit at 20.

RP Etiquette: Standard rules of RP etiquette apply. No god moding, power gaming, meta gaming, RP bombs, thread jumping, or other similar shenanigans.

Standard Etiquette: The harassment of muses, mun, or other individuals interacting with this blog will not be tolerated. Neither will passive aggressive behavior, whining and/or needling the mun for responses, and any general rudeness. Anon is currently a privilege, not a right. If abused it will be removed, the inbox will be purged and any unanswered asks may be lost. There is a zero tolerance policy for anon hate on this blog.

Guidelines:

Scheduling:

Be respectful of our time. We have a full time job, and other interests that will take priority over this blog. If you require frequent, quick responses this is not the blog for you. If I choose to thread it will not be in a timely manner unless the muse strikes me. Asks and memes will be answered more often and more quickly.

Interaction: The muses are in their 30’s and highly skilled in martial arts. Do not test them, you will lose that fight. You do not know them personally. They have never met your OC. Canon muses from the TMNT universe that fit within this AU are the only exception to this. Shipping of a romantic or sexual nature is not guaranteed and should not be expected.

Crossovers, OCs, and AU’s: Due to the nature of this particular AU I will be limiting crossover interaction. Not all OCs will fit with this AU, but accommodations can be made. In general we want to be accepting of all OC’s as often as possible, but due to the unique nature of this AU not all OC’s will be compatible. This also goes for other AU versions of the turtles, some other AU’s will blend better with this world than others. If there are ever any questions just speak with the mun.

OC Guidelines:

Individuals that wish to create an OC on their own blog, or a alternate version of their OC that is tied to this universe will need to contact the owner of this blog. Any pre-approved OC’s are going to be grandfathered in, if you are not certain if this applies to your OC, please contact the blog owner directly with details. We try to keep a record of all OC’s tied to this AU but some may have been missed.

Glossary of Terms:

Abbreviations: IC - In Character OOC - Out Of Character NPC - Non-player Character RP- Role Play OC - Original Character CC- Cannon Character FC-Face Claim OP- Original Poster OvP - Over Powered

Terms and Definitions: Mun - A mun is the author writing for a character in an online RPG. Can also be used as a suffix to denote a reference to a character's player rather than the character. Synonymous with certain connotations of roleplayer, author, player.

Muse - A muse is the character a player is inspired by or is playing. In the past only CCs were considered muses, but today both OCs and CCs are considered a players muse.

Face Claim - A face claim is a person, actor/actress, or character you are using to represent a muse. Often times a face claim is a specific version of an existing character where CCs are concerned. With OC's it is typically an actor/actress.

God Modding - Immunity to any influence or injury. Character is almighty or god like. Invulnerable to consequence.

Meta-gaming - Using OOC knowledge to influence IC actions.

Power-gaming - Similar to god modding. Powerful characters with few limitations. Characters that have no noticeable flaws or weaknesses.

RP Bombing - (aka blind starter) Dropping a RP thread on a muse/mun via ask or submission without prior discussion with muse/mun or as part of an active starter call.

Thread Jumping - The entering, rebloging, or derailing of a thread you are not a part of.

One-Liner - A single line of action or dialog response (1 sentence)

Semi-Para- A single short partial paragraph response (2 to 3 sentences)

Para- A full length paragraph response (4 to 7 sentences)

Multi-Para- Multiple paragraphs constructing a single response.

First person - Use of I or Me (Ex: I walked over and sat down looking around for anyone I knew)

Third person - Story telling point of view (She walked over and sat down, looking around for anyone she knew)

#MNY AU Blog Info #MNY Info #Rules #MNY AU #Mutants in New York AU

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brooklynislandgirl · 4 months

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Your answers to the LGBT muse meme whatsit were fascinating and I'm SO curious -- was there a specific moment Beth clocked that her feelings towards Ron had shifted towards romance, or was it a gradual building up of things or...?

Thank you, darling. We appreciate that. Though she's grown in some ways and changed in others from the moment of her conception on far distant, actual paper shores, I've striven to be true to her and to her internal consistency. That being said. I would have to say as with all things deeply emotional with Beth, it was gradual as arctic ice. The very first minutes of their meeting were deeply fraught with not a small amount of terror. His mien, his vocal timbre, maybe the gun...certainly didn't foster any more truer feelings than fear, regret, and maybe a little exasperation for even finding herself in the path of Hurricane Kanuha. Quickly though he put her at ease well enough with a Claude, a fire place, and a lovely cuppa on a cold, rainy, and nerve destroying night. Riley will probably shank me for saying this but I don't think he would have been unfazed with Cellar-Ron. I know she felt terror again to come face to face with a certain Panini in place of her flower growing, chocolate flake sharing publican, and the immediate worry for his absence, made only slightly less harrowing by the letters they wrote during Ron's mental health recuperation. There has always been a notable difference between the Twins for her. I maintain she can spot a Ronnie at a hundred paces in difference to Reg, and she a: finds Ron to be the more attractive brother, the taller one, the broader one, and generally the better fighting man, bless Frances and all. Perhaps the moment of feelings changing which largely went unnoticed by our intrepid pair came when she would sit on the bar-back and pin him between herself and the counter with her legs, while striving to study for her citizenship application. She'd already decided that Ron was really quite friend-shaped, as lovable and affable as any of the dogs. Forgive me if I don't recall if this was before, during, or after the gift of a Noe in her life, but a sign of deep trust and affection for Beth is to allow anyone to be that close to her scar, that they could reach out and touch it. The scar is both traumatic and kapu in her opinion. Sharks are a man's 'aumakua, and to be so permanently marked by one carries both the taboo and the sacred in the word Kapu and she doesn't really feel comfortable letting anyone, not even Andy, touching it. Maybe the moment of being stricken by lightning, and the moment her heart seized up in wonder, that she saw Ron with entirely new eyes...shaken to her foundations, though, was when John turned up. He was the entire reason she'd come to England in the first place. He'd gotten so deeply under her skin, and maybe because he had been the first to tell her that she was loved {or more correctly, and she'll never admit to this before God or anyone else... she'd asked him to love her, and his reply had been 'God help me, but I do'.} that she'd imagined John being the only one who would. But then Ron defended her when John rejected her as a student and as anything else. He'd stood his ground like some fantastical knight if for no other reason than he could see just how dejected she was, and that was the first time she'd seen him ~Ron~ act like that. And for her. Then there was the boxing event. You know of which I speak, and that was a moment where Beth understood very clearly what the meaning of Want was. She doesn't have a single ounce of self preservation in her body when she can see both Ron and Mr Kray at once.

#ronmanmob #Mahalo!Pumpkin <333 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms}#The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

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tarnishedhalo · 2 years

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ANSWER THESE & TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER / CATCH UP WITH!

LAST SONG: Down in a Hole by Alice in Chains

CURRENTLY READING: Paper Towns by John Green, Coyote Waits by Tony Hillerman, Guts and Glory: The American Civil War by Ben Thompson, Wait Til Helen Comes by Mary Downing Hahn

CURRENTLY WATCHING: The Book of Boba Fett, The Rookie, That’s My Jam, {Just finished Nos4A2}

LAST MOVIE: Red Notice ft. Dwayne Johnson, Ryan Reynolds, Gal Gadot

CURRENTLY CRAVING: Going back to work in my actual school. Possibly sourdough, pear, and extra-sharp chedder grilled cheese.

TAGGED BY: @kit-just-kit {thank you dear}

TAGGING: tag it like ya stole it

#The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

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raisin-shell · 2 years

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I have noticed Leo and Raph's Tumblr are still there. What happened to Mikey's and Donnie's? 🤔

I have not re created those yet. It’s in the works but I barely have time with one blog much less seven counting little spiders blog as well so we will see love. 💕

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #answered asks #mun speaks

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hamatodonnie · 7 years

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HamatoDonnie rules.

// 1. This blog is for all ages until further notice. If I post something I think isn’t for minors, I’ll put a tag on it or something.

2. No spamming me with messages. One message will do. If I don’t reply, it means I’m busy. The mun lives in Australia by the way, so I could also be asleep.

3. This one doesn’t bother me all too much, but I’d prefer it if you reblogged your ask I answered instead of sending me another one in correlation to it. It just gets more confusing if you keep sending asks.

4. No spamming me with asks. I was going to put this with the second rule but I though I’d need to explain this one more. I don’t mind people sending me lots of asks, the more the merrier. But if they are just “hi” asks to get my attention, I won’t answer them, I’ll answer one and that’s it.

5. This is an independent blog, so any turtle blog can interact with me if they want to.

6. Do not force me to do anything, whether it’ll be rping, something in an rp, or just forcing me to talk to someone or something. I’m happy to help you if you need anything, but don’t be demanding.

And that’s just about it. I hope I have made myself clear. I’m going to start being more harsh and blocking people who don’t follow these rules. If anyone has a problem with these rules, they can speak to me. Thank you for reading this :).

#mun talks #rules

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unabashedrebel · 7 years

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Cloud...

☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people.

D: I can see why people would think that, but it’s so far from the truth let me explain. The big flaw with this is that I don’t feel I belong to any group in particular. Like you should see my Discord list, it’s just... a ton of different servers. Generally I know a group but I’m only close with one or two of it’s collective. I just happen to know a whole bunch of people, pretty much cause I like to take time out of my day to send people goofy things and for some reason people like that. Thus, I got friends all over the place, but again I don’t think that really puts me in a grouping. Like I don’t feel like I fit anywhere, doomed to drift forever and ever.

I can see why people would think that I tend to only focus on like the same people. To be really real here? Tagging people or sending out asks is intensely easier when you actually know the other person. Coming up with a starter is near impossible if I don’t intimately know the other mun or their character. I know I put out this super extrovert personality, but the truth of it is I’m just about as shy as you are when it comes to trying to make new friends. There are days when I just go down my list and send something to every prompt I see without looking at who posted it. There are other days where I’m in my turtle shell. If I haven’t gotten to you, it’ll happen, just have to have patients. Though pro-tip, I tend to show more attention to the people showing attention to me. That one follower who likes all my posts and hits up all my prompts and every time I go to my activity feed they’re right up there on my biggest fans lists. Those people I usually notice faster then scrolling down the feed. And that’s not to say ‘gimme attention and I’ll give it back’, but you know, if we’re playing the how to get noticed game that’s a sure fire way.

But I can’t stress this part enough; I will RP with anyone. If you were a cat with a keyboard and a mastery of the English language (Because I don’t speak cat) I will RP with you. There aren’t many people I flat out avoid so unless you’re a drama monger you’re probably good. Sometimes I can’t be creative, or throw up a situation or a meaningful conversation- please never take that as discouragement. I feel just as guilty that I can’t put something out as you feel bad that I haven’t answered. Instead I pose, maybe it’s time for a conversation. Maybe we should work together to come up with an epic story. Two heads are always better then one :)

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toadlingscentral · 6 years

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All of the "getting to know the mun" asks. All of them.

-uh thank you for wanting to know me anon? Hopefully ya don’t regret it. So here we go (under the read more because long!)

🎂- When's your birthday?-November 29th 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦- What's your family like?-Well it is me, my spouse and my daughter with our two cats, one dog, and two turtles. 🐶- Favorite animal?-Ocelot!! 🔶- Favorite color(s)?-Silver, dark red, and emerald green 🎥- Favorite movie?-The Crow 📺- Favorite TV show?- already answered 🎞- Favorite cartoon/anime?-Gurren Lagann 🍔- Favorite food?-This coconut shrimp from my local Chinese restaurant. 🍦- Favorite ice cream flavor?-rocky road or caramel cheesecake 🍭- Favorite candy?-already answered 🍸- Do you drink?-Not anymore and when i did it was just coolers and pina colda (which i still indulge anything non alcoholic of this flavor) 👣- What do you like to do in your spare time?-read comics, write letters (pen pal), cross stitch, and play some video games when not doing rp replies ⚽️- Do you like any sports?-I used to like basketball but mostly a lowkey fan of hockey. 🎮- Favorite video game(s)?-The Fatal Frame series and the Silent Hill series. I love all of them. Some a little less but still. ⛪️- Are you religious?-Nope ⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in?-already answered 🎈- Share a childhood memory!-I think this was when my sister was being born, it was just me, my brother, and my dad. My dad had to make dinner and that was a bit exciting because I never seen my dad cook. So dinner was announced and I ran out to see what he made. It was spaghetti-o's. But not just spaghetti-o's. He used the largest pot my mom had and filled it with spaghetti-o's. We ate that for awhile. Strangely, i love spaghetti-o's to this day. 🛍- What was the last purchase you made for?-a commission piece >> 💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?-already answered 🖌- Are you artsy?-I wish but I am not. ❤️- How would you describe yourself?- a hermit 💛- How do other people describe you?- I don't actually know? ⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?-already answered 💠- what is the Most expensive thing you own?- I guess that would be my Persona 5 game that i bought when it came out? I have no idea how to tell if anything I own is expensive. I tend to buy cheap. ⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?-already answered 🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals?-a stuffed once pink elephant that is a year younger than i am > 🐝- Favorite season?Fall! 🐋- share a Weird/funny story?-In high school I took Japanese class for two years. (No i can't speak any of it, my teacher Im pretty sure wondered why i was in her class besides the fact i loved the culture and anime)One assignment we got was to pick a random Japanese recipe and make it and bring it to class. My partner and I got... chocolate banana tofu pudding. I still question this recipe as legit. But we got it and we made it. We invited my best friend and my siblings to try it. It was the blandest thing ever (we could have made it wrong). We could not do it over so we brought it to class. Most of our class (it was a mix of second year and third year students) avoided it once they read the word tofu. However there was this one guy, a jock from the football team. He started with a spoonful and my partner and i felt thankful because at least someone tried it. Then he came back and got a bowlful. Then another. The guy finished the whole rather large bowl of this bland tofu pudding. Because of this guy we got a passing mark. One guy. I have not since touched tofu in any form of preparation. But when i read the word, I remember that pudding and that one guy that dug in and got us a passing grade. This is my weird story.

#anon answered #munday meme #meme #Anonymous

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