#for the pinned later

[chipped-chimera]

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Welcome to my semi-comprehensive tag map! Generally I try pretty hard to keep everything tagged appropriately for blacklisting/filing purposes so I can find stuff later. This is a list of tags I feel are most consistently used for various reasons or I plan on using. I am a big advocate for the curated dash experience, please blacklist tags if you’re not into them.

This remains a constant WIP, I’ll add new tags as I go.

[!// I try my best to make sure I tag any potentially sensitive/triggering content appropriately but stuff can be missed. Please let me know if you feel something needs to be tagged appropriately. //!]

[// CREATIVE STUFF //]

My Art - Artworks I’ve done (Art Account @Kerynean) My Renders - 3D art stuff specifically. My Writing - Writing I’ve done/Currently Working On My Edits - Gaming-Related Edits (Screenshots/Gifs/etc.) My Gifs - Gifsets I’ve made. My Screenshots - My gaming screenshots/virtual photography. My Modding - Personal Mod talk, wip progress etc. My Mods - Mods I’ve released. My OCs - Personal blorbos. WIP - Any works in progress, can be modding or art etc.

[// PERSONAL TAGS //]

Kerytalk - Rambleposting/Personal Commentaries/WIP talk etc. Keryplays - Videogame Adventures. About Me - Personally relateable Content/Posts. My Face - The extremely rare selfie. Resources - Useful Stuff/Find Later Tag. Memes - Funny Things containment Tag. Audhd Things - Relevant or relateable to my Autism/ADHD wombo combo. Note to Self - Reminders about things. Ventposting- The rare venting post. Straya - I'm Australian and we love to truncate words, and here's the Aussie tag. SRB - Self-Reblog tag (usually for timezones) Q - Queue-post tag (when I remember to use it)

[// GAMING (AND RELEVANT TAGS) //]

Cyberpunk 2077

Cyberpunk 2077 ✛ CP2077 Fanart ✛ CP2077 Spoilers ✛ PL Spoilers ✛ Phantom Liberty ✛ Cyberpunk Lore ✛ Jackie Welles ✛ OC: Venatrix ✛ Jackie x V ✛ Fem V ✛ Masc V ✛ Enby V

Baldur’s Gate 3

Baldur’s Gate 3 ✛ BG3 Fanart ✛ BG3 Spoilers ✛ DND Lore ✛ Karlach ✛ BG3 Venatrix ✛ Karlach x Tav

Mass Effect

Mass Effect ✛ Mass Effect: LE ✛ Femshep ✛ Garrus Vakarian ✛ Shakarian

Other Tags

Virtual Photography Gaming Edit

[// MODDING //]

Cyberpunk 2077 Modding - Mod wip from myself and others, technical talk + resources etc. Cyberpunk 2077 Mods - Mod releases for Cyberpunk 2077. BG3 Modding - Mod wip from myself and others, technical talk + resources etc. for Baldur's Gate 3. BG3 Mods - Mod releases for Baldur’s Gate 3.

[// SOCIAL COMMENTARY //]

PSA - Public Service Announcement (this is important, probably look at it). Fandom Discourse - Any kind of meta-ish commentary on fandom. Fuck Corpos - For all my spite against the capitalist machine. This Has Been A Tag Rant - It’s a rant, but it’s in the tags (sorry). Tech Dystopia - Active documentation of our slide into CP2077 setting (apparently). Disabiliy / Ableism - I have disabilities so expect some of both. LGBTQ+ / Gender - I’m not straight either. Also expect me yelling about how gender is a social construct frequently.

[// OC STUFF //]

OC: Venatrix - My canon Cyberpunk 2077 V, the gothic/rock girl OG. BG3 Venatrix - It’s Ven but she’s a tiefling in the D&D universe now. Vibes: Venatrix - Posts/Aesthetics etc. I feel relate to Ven.

[// MISC TAGS //]

GIF - Any post that contains a gif (if I miss one, please let me know) for filtering. Polls - All tumblr polls. Art - Art from others, contemporary and/or historical. Writing - Anything I feel is writing relevant really. History / Science / Space - I am a nerd for this shit, expect it. Inspo - Stuff I find inspiring! Fish Nonsense - Containment tag for my own aquarium stuff (not reblogged content).

#mobile nav #sorry this is long I just got it finished and I know it's weird with mobile #pls ignore #for the pinned later

[frownyalfred]

“Jason wouldn’t want you to do this, Bruce,” Clark says, trying to stop Bruce from doing something Jason would very much want him to do (kill the Joker, barehanded and slowly).

#treadmill thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #clark kent #superman #Jason todd #the joker #Robin #just the thought of Bruce being stopped by Clark #like getting pinned to the ground while he’s screaming with rage #suicidal furious trying to kill the joker and break his one rule #and Jason later doesn’t know about it #he blames Bruce for not doing it #and doesn’t realize Superman himself had to hold Bruce back

[heritageposts]

Impossible Exodus: Iraqi Jews in Israel

By Orit Bashkin (2017, Standford University Press)

Between 1949 and 1951, 123,000 Iraqi Jews immigrated to the newly established Israeli state. Lacking the resources to absorb them all, the Israeli government resettled them in maabarot, or transit camps, relegating them to poverty. In the tents and shacks of the camps, their living conditions were squalid and unsanitary. Basic necessities like water were in short supply, when they were available at all. Rather than returning to a homeland as native sons, Iraqi Jews were newcomers in a foreign place. Impossible Exodus tells the story of these Iraqi Jews' first decades in Israel. Faced with ill treatment and discrimination from state officials, Iraqi Jews resisted: they joined Israeli political parties, demonstrated in the streets, and fought for the education of their children, leading a civil rights struggle whose legacy continues to influence contemporary debates in Israel. Orit Bashkin sheds light on their everyday lives and their determination in a new country, uncovering their long, painful transformation from Iraqi to Israeli. In doing so, she shares the resilience and humanity of a community whose story has yet to be told.

#palestine #israel #gaza #resources books #i'll make an updated pinned post later and share some passages #rn i'm reading about how - upon first arriving in israel - iraqi immigrants were sprayed with pesticide at the airport...

[dizzybizz]

ms jay herself (and apple)

#ive been grappling with her design the most i feel.... i need it to be good enough for her 😭😭😭 ily jay ilysm wehhghghhhh #dude drawing the pin i realized just how much circles dont exist to me. theyve disappeared from my art completely. fuck you circles. fuck y #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #jay ferin #jrwi apple #i will tag every little critter ok it just feels right #my art #ok theres one bastard left i will deal with him.. later. maybe tmrw #fuck i got to the part where he gets some tats hhhgotta figure out how i wanna draw those #jay bad posture while tinkering is real to me. shes all hunched. shes shrimping. #she tinkers at night while the others r sleeping n she stretches n yells n wakes them up #guys i love drunk jay so much.... when her and lizzie got plastered... so good...........

[frankensaint]

Horror is about love. For example, I love to see people die and kill

#🪦 #pinned #<- for me to find later

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Y’all ever think about how Bal was probably as open and carefree as with Nimona as he was with Ambrosius. That they too stayed up late having dance parties and laughing and eating pizza. They goofed off as kids tend to do and played around and that probably carried into thier adult lives and thier relationship.

That’s why he’s so concerned that Bal has a “new friend”, that everything they ever did together was a lie. I mean we see Ballister at the beginning. He can’t show any emotion because he’s an outsider- a commoner. Ambrosius was the only person he could try he himself with. But now he’s running around with this kid?? Ambrosius is hurt by this, he’s bitter- Bal left him, chose to be a villian instead of being with him. Even if didn’t believe Bal killed the queen he certainly is well into this new life.

But Ballister didn’t leave. Bal made every attempt to talk and even told Nimona that Ambrosius would always believe him and Ambrosius still had the audacity to say Ballister is “acting like a villian” and if he would “kill him too”.

They are both so mad at each other for reasons neither of them quite understand. Hence why this is my favorite scene.

#shitpost #shitposting #Nimona #nimona movie #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #dramatic gays sword fighting in a Denny’s parking lot #finally #good gay representation #THIS IS WHY PINNING FRIENDS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS MY SHIT- #YES ANGST #BE UPSET SO YOU CAN CUDDLE AND REASSURE EACH OTHER OF YOUR LOVE LATER ON #FUCKING LOVE IT

[knifearo]

daily gentle reminder that the words we use to describe ourselves are labels. they're not immutable states of being, they're not all-encompassing, they're not permanent, they're not universal; labels are just words that we use to indicate something about our experience that we find important enough to communicate to others. if your experience with attraction is significantly different enough from a typical allo experience then aspec labels are there for you to use as long as you want them; and conversely, what aspec labels communicate is just that someone's experience is aligned enough with what we describe as aromanticism/asexuality to warrant telling people about it. you never need a label, you never need to keep a label, you never need to justify a label, and you never need to use a label for anything besides what you want it for. it's not a contract. it's an adjective that you can choose to use or not to use. all it needs to do is be useful for you. 💚🖤

#literally think about label makers. you're not printing out a cute little thing that says 'yarn' to put on your drawer #because that drawer is like. the universe's one true place to store yarn. #nah. that drawer just has yarn in it rn. and it's useful to you/maybe to other people to know that there's yarn in there. #might be something else later. might be more than yarn later. but like. that's not what the label is about. it's just communicating smth. #saw a post once that made a point about labels being like little signposts that you put out and! yeah! #labels are like pride flags or pronoun pins or fuckin. bumper stickers. they're just a way of saying something about yourself. #and you can use them however the fuck you want frankly #talking #aromantic #aromanticism #arospec #aroace #aro positivity #aspec #asexual #ace positivity #asexuality #ace spectrum

[tomaturtles]

Can you believe there's an officially licensed kawoshin childhood friends au

#kaworu nagisa #shinji ikari #kawoshin #neon genesis evangelion #campus apocalypse #gakuen datenroku #nge #nge ca #😭💖 ca baby kawoshin is so dear to meee #i lined and colored this to test out a brush set and i'm sooo in love with it. super fun to use and the crayony texture is so tasty #btw a couple sidenotes since i'll be pinning this later: #gonna be mostly inactive outside of queue for the next couple weeks bc i'll be on vacation #and also theme voting form's up on the kawoshin week blog for those who wanna vote :] #i have yet to vote bc i'm indecisive 😭 but oh well #toma draws

[orionis13]

THE PRODIGAL ASHE RETURNS EVERYONE CHEERED‼️‼️‼️

#art tag #starchive #jrwi #jrwi fanart #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #ashe winters #i missed her sm u guys omg #i was gonna do more with this one but i got lazy and it was just supposed to be a sketchy thing anyway lol #also peep the triforce pin bc i asked my roomie for a game and ed said she looked like a girl who wanted to be zelda as a kid #and that’s cannon to me now #n e ways i also realized the wings are supposed to be black i think but whatever ill make a more consistent design later

[triona-tribblescore]

˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗ WELCOME TO MY BLOG ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗

Is breá liom mo chuid fear beag ficseanúil

Tags:

✨ tribbleart

✨ tribbletalks

🎉DTIYS 🎉

AU: (Yo-ho-ho) A Ninjas me

✨ Tag: anlfm / a ninjas life for me

P1 / P2 / P3 / P4 / P5 / P6 / P7 / P8 / P9 / P10 / P11 (Hiatus :c )

Character ref sheets: Leo and Yuichi / The Crew

ANLFM Playlist:

Baby Mikey Saga:

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10

Guardian Au:

Concept art

Asks:

A1 / A2 / A3 / A4 / A5 / A6 / A7

Parts:

P1 / P2 / P3 / P4 / P5

Animatics:

✨ Razzmatazz - Mikey

✨ Epoch - Future Leo

✨ Digital Affection - Donnie

✨ Prime - Raph

✨ New Invention - Villian PB & J Duo (Onionninjasstuff's Au <3)

✨ Leo loses Casey - Future Leo and Casey Jr

✨ I wanted to leave - Future Leo and Future Mikey

✨ Loved You Like Religion - Huskerdust

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#FINALLY A REAL PINNED POST LOL #will probably remove these tags later #ik “meet the artist” things are prolly kinda dead #but i like doing them sooo :')) #anyway heres hoping i didnt fumble it too bad #im so tired rn so im gonna sleep but it'll most likeyly be edited n stuff later on uvu <3 #tribbleart #tribbletalks #pinned post #meet the artist #rottmnt artist

[alicenpai]

dunmeshi stuff that came in the mail recently :)

#dungeon meshi #just shitty photos for now. ill take better photos for my shop opening much later this summer #so happy to see all of the fanart popping up since ive been a fan for a few years now #pumped to buy everyone's dm merch this year aaaghghhh #AND ILL STILL BE BUYING THEM IN YEARS TO COME #actually i might do a limited shop opening in april but we'll see #oh yeah 1st one is a translucent yellow acrylic pin #2nd is a frosted pink charm #first time printing on both these types of acrylic!! #ever since i got into merch ive dreamed of printing on frosted #my art

[mattodore]

theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together

#river dipping #theodore doe #echthroi #ts4 #ts4 edit #after the save broke yesterday morning for the fourth! time i finally pulled up mod manager and started looking through the hundreds of #conflicts i apparently had and also deleted well over 500+ duplicates... my mods folder is SO rancid i'm sure i missed some conflicts #bc see those dark blue pillows on theo's bed? those are actually white :) but for some reason when i move the pillows near the wall they #change color depending on the time of day... it's not just those pillows some other objects do it too... just closing my eyes at it <3 #the bed and desk are where theo spends most of his time so i spent forever on them. his bed needed to be overwhelmed by stuff #there are... ten pillows i believe two large covers a sheet and a blanket. theo kind of just... burrows into the center and hides. #bunny boy behavior........ and yeah those are matthias's gloves on theo's desk <3 #i have to recolor the stuff on theo's walls later. i imagine his walls are mostly empty and it's just the floors in his apt. that're messy #but i wanted sticky notes to help him remember things and that back wall is going to have matthias's art and love letters #<- which theo definitely takes down and hides whenever matthias actually comes over lmaoooo #also i finally moved all of the pins from theo and matthias's boards over to @theodoredoe (mattodore was taken 😞) #i wanted a place just for my oc boards and i also wanted to be able to add sections to each oc's boards so! new acc! #yk how i mentioned theo's board looking so cluttered? yeah so. figured out it's bc over half of his board is just quotes #i made a section and threw all the 200+ quotes in there and will slowly put some of them in his main board #his board just looks so much better now like i'm so happy about it 🥰 it was definitely worth the time #OH ALSO!!!! IF ANYONE HAS SOME DEAD PLANT CC PLEASEEEE SEND IT MY WAY!!!! #theo really loves just. ripping plants and flowers out of the ground and taking them home to put in little pots but. he always kills them #jsknndkhj so i need dead plants!! limp!! DEAD!!!! #but i seriously can't find any #anyway... that's my build update <3 fr not much has happened bc i've had to start over four :) separate :) times :) but it's getting there. #i miss mattodore tho...... gkhjndfkhjn so i might take a break and get some poses and an edit going soon

[sergeantsporks]

It’s “being annoyed that Lilith didn’t get an in-show confirmation of being aroace” hours boys

#Loooooook I’m just saying they confirmed 3 bisexual and 1 lesbian characters through pins/patches/stickers #but they couldn’t do the same for the aroace character? Okay. #like I’m trying not to read too hard into it. I love lulu’s letter and I’m beyond stoked that she’s canonically aroace #but it’s a little rough that we had time for one more ship but not a tiny design feature to confirm the aspec character #WHATEVER. We stay silly. Possibly delete this later. #toh #toh critical #lilith clawthorne

[thatmightyheart]

the sleepy shukita stands + p5s sticker sheets are prepared and ready to go, i will be shipping out the pre-orders that contain these items soon! :D

(if you think you need address changes pls contact me asap via shop form! ^^)

#shopdates #persona 5 #the glow in the dark charms still have some assembly to do so will be shipping out later #original enamel pins are also coming along !! #pre-orders will finally start moving soon ^^ thank you everyone for your patience!

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

#destiel #ficlet #spn #dean winchester #deancas #supernatural #castiel #cas #drabble #long post #destiel drabbles #fic #guess who's back #getting together #my supernatural hyperfixation has returned with a vengeance #extended metaphors aplenty #this was vaguely based on me rewatching #episode 4x16 On the Head of a Pin #and thinking if later season Dean cried in front of Cas #like early season Dean did it would both break and fix them #in my head I'd put it sometime post season 12 #but I'm not picky

[madmutts]

Facing Fears: Lapse Arc.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

Angelo sniffles and huffs to himself as he sits just outside the lair. He feels shame for crying yet again, but he simply couldn't hold it in. With his hoodie draped over his lap, he scrubs away tears with a sleeve. The turtle grumbles to himself, "Just.. jus go in…"

He has to go home eventually. His brothers will find out whether he wants them to or not… Angelo takes a deep, shaky breath, then stands up on wobbly legs. He uses the wall to support himself, dragging his feet as he steps through the entryway to the lair. It's quiet… Angelo can feel anxiety spike inside his chest.

He barely makes it halfway to his train car when he hears a voice from behind, making him freeze.

"Angie! Where've you been?" It's Lee. And he doesn't sound happy… Angelo's hands shake. "You were supposed to text one of us every hour, you-"

The box turtle holds his breath when Lee cuts himself off. He can feel him step closer, and Angelo shrinks in on himself a little, still not having turned to face his brother.

"Mikey… Why do you smell like that..?"

When the younger turtle finally takes in air, it's shaky. He blinks away the sting of tears, only turning further away from Lee. "I.. I don.. know wh. what you're.. you're talkin about…"

"Mikey."

Lee's stern tone makes Angelo tense further, and he whimpers, those tears blurring his vision. It's only when his older brother is just a step away that he speaks again, his voice small and timid. "I'm sorry… I don't-.. I d-d-..."

The hand not gripping his hoodie and mask raises to his face, covering his eyes as he grimaces. He hates crying so much like this… He feels childish.

Angelo flinches when a hand lands on his shell, and he looks up at Lee, whose face holds a… worried expression. Not mad. Just.. concerned. And that makes Angelo cry harder. Why isn't he mad? He should be very mad.

"Oh, Angie…" Lee mutters, brows creasing and arm going around his little brother to pull him against his plastron. He leans down to rest his beak against Angelo's head. The younger turtle hiccups and whines, crying against his brother's stupid shirt.

"I'm sorry… I'm-.. I tried. I was- they-" Angelo lets out a small irritated groan, face scrunched up. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk? "I tried. so hard. n-not to.. I- hh.."

Lee gently shushes him, rubbing his hand along the younger turtle's shell. "Slow down, little brother… Take it easy."

The box turtle clings tightly to his older brother, his hoodie and mask abandoned on the subway floor. "I didn't want to- I-.. I don't wanna.. b-be like this anymore.. I-"

With a quiet shush, the slider nuzzles his beak against Angelo's head. "I know. I know, Angie…"

Muffled hiccups and sobs leave the smaller turtle, his babbling quieted by the hand on his shell and soft words from his brother.

There's a long moment of Lee just holding Angelo, standing in the middle of the lair. But eventually, Lee leans away a bit to look down at the box turtle. "Hey.. let's get you to bed, ok? We can.. talk about this later. When you're not… like this."

Angelo just sniffles, nodding against Lee's chest. The slider bends down to pick up that orange hoodie, then gives Angelo a pat on the shell. He guides his wobbly brother to his train car, trying to be as gentle as he can as he nudges Angelo into bed. The box turtle feels so heavy with exhaustion, sighing as he finally lays down under his soft sheets.

Lee tucks his little brother in. As he goes to stand, he feels a tug on his shirt. "Stay.. please.."

He gives Angelo a small nod, and sits back down at the edge of his bed. "Yeah.. ok."

He watches as Angelo easily gets comfortable and very quickly falls asleep. After a long moment of silence, he looks over at the doorway, seeing their other two brothers standing there. Tello has his arms crossed, and Raphie needs to bend over to even see inside. They all share an expression.

"...We can talk in the kitchen."

#narrator txt #hea writing #hea au #arc: lapse #i was gonna draw something for this but i do not have the spoons for it GDHJFJ maybe later #UPDATE KAY DREW SOMETHING FOR ME INSTEAD HDHSSGDHDHHDHD #CRYING EMOJI #plot pin.