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nemkero · 1 year

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#im scared #am i doing it right #oh the woes of a twitter user #where am i #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #aghhjughghh #this was art for my partners animatic btw #runs away giggling

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thapunqueen · 4 months

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new year same me i still want that bald sniper with the 3 intelligence

#sorry for the one on the right ermm..its a redraw..#runs away giggling #craig boone #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout fanart #new vegas #fnv boone #ai WISHES it could capture the passion. sweat. tears. and absolute lust i put into these boone pages

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west-brooke · 1 year

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I was rewatching FMA Brotherhood and some of the dialogue just hit me like a ton of bricks and so of course I had to draw the future rise boys with it.

#runs away giggling #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #donnie rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #rise #rottmnt art #rottmnt movie #rottmnt future donatello #rottmnt future michelangelo #rottmnt comic #fma brotherhood

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shaiwazh3re77425 · 11 months

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The Important Thing

@intotheelliwoods

How much I love dad puns...

Anyways, Hiii~! I got excited and motivated by this post:

I just love your comic and I know I got the colors wrong, but I'm too lazy to change them lol.

Hope you like this! And I hope we can be friends ! <3

P.S. I also can't draw hands. Let alone robot ones. So~ oh well. Hehehehehhehehehe~

#rottmnt #tal #Two Arms Left #Fanart for you lmao #runs away giggling

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rbtlvr · 10 months

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2al fancomic (aka sometimes @intotheelliwoods says things on discord and there are Consequences)

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boxfullaturtles · 3 months

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The great Baron Draxum + humiliation or left to bleed

It doesn't even cross his mind that, even after everything, there would be people who still hated him.

He has protections on the apartment Michelangelo had given him, he's not an idiot. But Draxum doesn't see the point in barricading his living place with tedious layers upon layers of spells. As long as he's not in the Hidden City, who cares what he's doing.

Someone cares, obviously.

Someone cares because Draxum has come home from a long shift of serving lunch to ungrateful human brats and found he's not alone in his apartment.

There's a knife between his ribs before he can register the other presence.

It's not enough to bring him down, but it's enough to severely wound him. Especially from a blade specifically meant to counteract a yokai's natural healing abilities. There's hot blood staining his clothes, pouring through his fingers as he presses them to his wound. It's hard to breathe, his gasps sound wet and he feels like he's drowning--a punctured lung, probably. Shit.

The blade bites into his thigh before he manages to put distance between himself and his assailant. A cough scrapes his chest and he tastes metal on his tongue.

He lashes out with his vines, adrenaline numbing the blinding pain, and smashes his attacker into the wall. The energy it takes leaves him staggering, leaning against the kitchen counter to keep himself upright. Baron Draxum will not be downed by a simple knife wound, he refuses! He is stronger than this!

The way his breath wheezes thickly says otherwise.

A flash of the knife flying at him and Draxum throws himself to the side to avoid it. But his attacker has chased their weapon, snatching it from the air and whirling on him with a ferocious precision. An assassin, then, a trained professional. Well, at least it's not some hapless nobody, that would have been embarrassing.

His vines do a decent job of blocking their strikes as he backpedals, trying to create distance. But they are persistent and he is rapidly growing weaker.

They break through his defenses and dig their knife deeply into his chest, slicing easily through his shirt--useless, no defensive properties, no armor, just fabric. The red spray leaves a streak across his attacker and Draxum falls to the floor.

He's bleeding profusely in two places now and his vision is going dark and fuzzy at the edges. There are patterns of crimson dancing across the floor of his apartment. He doesn't try to get up. He wasn't going to win this fight, not after that initial blow. He's nowhere near as strong as he used to be.

A glance up at the assassin finds them staring back without expression. All he can see is their eyes, cold and hard and professional. Draxum lets his head hang, breath stuttering. There's a creak of floorboards and he knows he is alone. The assassin knows their job is done. Draxum cannot hope to recover from this on his own and no one will be coming for him, not this late in the day, in the middle of the week.

He is a dead man.

He lets his eyes close. Well, it'd been a decent life, all things considered. He hopes his death does not make Michelangelo cry. (He knows it will. He wishes he could apologize. He wishes he had hugged Michelangelo more.)

His blood is cooling rapidly as it pools around him, sticky against his fur. His breathing is shallow. His thoughts are slipping away.

Somewhere close by and yet miles away, there is a bang of a door slamming open. Someone is laughing.

The laughter breaks off abruptly,

"...Barry?"

#runs away giggling #this was a fun one i don't often write draxum #sage writes turtles #tmnt angst prompts #cw blood

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its-autumn · 2 months

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' oh, i see... '

' you hate me that much , huh? '

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise donnie #disaster twins #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt art #i had a thought #so haha yeah #runs away giggling #not tcest #TCEST DNI #rise of the tmnt #me? not learning how to draw the turtles and then drawing them? naaahhh #yes me

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98-0 · 5 months

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Hey hey hey lover, you don't have to be a star !

Ruinene graphics !

Reblog & credit to use, no id tags please

#rentry graphics #✧﹔lover's rock ⸻ edits .#rentry #graphics #rentry resources #pjsk #rui project sekai #project sekai #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro #nene kusanagi #kusanagi nene #ruinene #rui x nene #runs away giggling

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cozycollectivee · 11 months

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warmth in winter

2BHANK FLUFF RAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!

also my first fic :thumbs up: but not first time writing

maaaaybe ill put this on ao3 (its painfully obvious ive been on there..)

enjoy ur old guy cuddles u absolute nerd

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It's a cold night.

Freezing.

It's gonna be like this for a couple months.

The mercenary shuddered in his small room. You could walk from one side to another in just 6 steps, which made just enough space for his bed, desk, and closet. Hank's room branched off their medics- Doc's room, to avoid problems once he woke up from being stitched back together.

Like violent outbreaks.

To keep the others safe.

But damn it's cold in here.

Hank's body doesn't make the heat it used to months ago, after repeatedly dying and being revived. His body got colder and colder every time he came back, but the warm weather made up for it- which made winter absolute hell ironically enough. His room didn't have a heater, and he didn't own one to plug into the wall, neither did anyone else. Since they have their lovely heat-generating bodies.

What time was it? The mercenary glanced at the clock across from his bed.

2:34 AM

These blankets weren't doing much to help him warm up. No matter how many layers of fabric he had to cover him, Hank would never be able to warm up.

…on his own, that is.

Hank's brows furrowed in deep thought. Would it be weird? They've only been together for what- two weeks? Relationships weren't his greatest subject, so he wasn't sure what to think. He let out a huff of annoyance, being confused felt horrible. He flicked the blankets off him, and made his way to the door.

He poked his head out, the soft red glow from his goggles slightly illuminating his face. Stepping out of his own, he scanned Doc's room, still unsure of what he was doing. The floor was cold under his paw pads, silently making his way to his partner's bed. Hank had no plan, no idea what he would do. Should he climb in bed with his medic? Should he wake him up first?

He studied Doc's face, he looked… peaceful. Unbothered. Soft. Warm. Hank's hand twitched, he felt a sudden need to have the smaller man in his arms, to hold his face, to be close to him. His heart stopped when the medic shifted in his sleep.

Is he waking up? Why is he waking up? Did I stare at him too hard? Arrghh-

"The hell are you doing?"

Hank blinked, looking back at his partner's- now awake- face. Oops.

Doc looked up at the shadow hovering over his bed, its bright red eyes gleaming at him.

Thats his boyfriend, staring at him in his sleep. Like the weirdo Hank is.

Just a month ago this would've made his fur stand on end and freak him out, but now all he wanted to do was go back to bed.

Hank started to panic, was Doc upset? Maybe he should just go back to his room, but that would be awkward… but not really? What part of him wasn't strange? It was pathetic really, a whole mercenary, unable to tell his lover he couldn't sleep because of the cold. Doc was looking at him like he was waiting for something? Oh, right… um.

"Im cold"

Stupid. Why did I say that. What is wrong with you.

"…You're cold?.."

He probably thinks im being weird, I should just go back-

"You can sleep with me if you want, it's okay"

Oh.

Doc gestured for Hank to climb in bed, gently pulling his hand. The medic smiled sleepily, making room as Hank settled down beside him. He wasn't kidding, Hank's skin was cold to the touch.

"Poor thing, why didnt you tell me?" His voice rough from waking up, Doc shifted to face his body towards his partner, who glared back at him.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No, i'm not making fun of you," So defensive. Doc tried to stifle his giggles, burying his face into a pillow. He looked back up to Hank, putting a hand on his masked face. Cold, so cold.

"Were you too shy to ask?" The medic asked slyly, smiling even wider once Hank furrowed his brows again.

"No, I wasnt shy. I just… thought it would be weird."

Now Doc was raising his eyebrows, "you thought it would be weird to sleep with me, the guy who so happens to be your boyfriend." Hank blinked, and pushed his face into Doc's hand. Warmth.

"I dunno. Stop making me feel weird." Feeling sheepish, Hank's face heated a little. I guess it wouldn't have been that strange for me to ask to sleep with him. The taller man sighed, and pressed his body into Doc's. Warm, so damn warm.

"Yeah, this is what you've been missing out on." Doc rubbed his thumb over where Hank's cheek would be, he felt a little bad for him. Hank's room wasn't the warmest, but he didn't realize his body stopped warming up as much as it should. Should've invited him to sleep with me.

"Do you feel better?"

Hank nodded, wrapping an arm around Doc's back, pressing them so close together it felt like he'd never be cold again. He let the medic pull his mask down, the light touches of his fingers made Hank's heart flutter. Doc set a hand on his jaw, letting his heat seep into the cold metal, and pulled him closer for a kiss. The feeling of Doc's lips against his own made the warmth in Hank's chest grow, he pressed deeper, savoring the taste of his lover.

Once they pulled their faces away to breathe, Hank buried his face into Doc's neck, his fur soft against his scarred face.

"I love you."

Gentle hands stroked the back of Hanks neck, and wrapped around his back. "I love you too," replied Doc's voice. There was another sound, a trill. The medic was purring, low and a little rough, as if he hasn't done that in a long time. For once, Hank felt comfortable, warm, happy, and safe. He finally drifted off into a deep sleep, the best he's had in months.

#runs away giggling #2bhank #madcom #madness combat #hank j wimbleton #2bdamned #dxs!

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thatfupgirl2009 · 2 months

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