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I made this comic to celebrate the anniversary of my tmnt/rottmnt hobby 💥

I'm new to Tumblr, but there are already so many of you!! Whoa! I am grateful to you for following me, and for writing such sweet, pleasant words 😭💕 (sorry for not answering everything)

I am very sorry that there is so little of me here 😥

I should post more of my work here….hmm

THANK YOU AGAIN!!!

Hope you have a good day <3💕

p.s. there are probably a LOT of grammatical errors here, I hope you won’t be too strict with this 🙏🥹

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"The Lemonade Leak" Timeline

not me procrastinating on editing the next Lemonade Leak chapter

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fic rec friday 60

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Dream, Seam by @ardett and @maychorian

Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.

y'all....this au is insane. like genuinely one of the coolest concepts i have seen in this fandom. lance, taken by the galra as an infant and raised by them (altho they treat him like shit, obviously, so fair warning for that), as an asset, because they know he is the blue paladin, because he can See things he should not be able to see? and then he has to get integrated into voltron...yall nothing i can say can do this au justice. there's this almost ethereal feel to the entire fic, there were several moments where my chest was swoopy and my breathing was off bc i was like oh god oh god oh god. the complicated relationships, lance's struggle, and ALSO BONUS!!! das thace!!! i miss dad thace!!! do my fellow voltron geriatrics remember when dad thace was everywhere!! bc i do!! and i miss it!!!

2. five times someone didn't know keith and lance were dating, and one time everyone did by Shorty

Keith shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m still mad about the whole ‘babe’ thing.” ... Or, exactly what the title says.

there is nothing i can say about this fic that isn't in the title 💀 it's exactly what it says it is. and it hits. but some crumbs to intrigue you: 1) one of the tags on this fic is 'hunk is a hunk', 2) it's a 2016 fic, and 3) trust me.

3. Some Secrets Don't Need To Be Kept by @squirenonny

Keith finds out he's part Galra. It's not as big a deal as he expects.

look. sometimes i just want things to be soft. what if keith had it easy? for once in his fucking life? what if people chilled the hell out? for ten minutes? this is seven thousand words of people being like hey keith u know what. take it easy. we got u babes. and i am grateful

4. How to Fake an Interest in Biochemical Engineering by @squirenonny

Shiro has a crush on Matt Holt. But every time he runs into Matt he ends up embarrassing himself. Shiro's best friend Allura is no help. His little brother Keith is even worse. But Shiro is going to make his move before graduation if it kills him. (And it just might kill him.)

SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT. shockingly, i didn't just choose this one bc of the recent discourse lol. this is another 2016 fic that i adore. it's just -- disaster shiro, whipped shiro, down bad shiro, sweet matt, cackling keith, shiro who is dying of embarrassment, gay as all fuck shiro, etc etc. it hits. i laughed.

5. Neighbors by starryeyedchar

Lance stood in front of him, but it was a Lance he'd never seen before. Granted, Keith didn't know him well by any means, but he was positive that the regular Lance would be leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, maybe a couple finger-guns. Not this. This Lance had wrapped himself in a blanket, and was still shivering slightly. His skin was much paler than usual, with flushed cheeks and sweat on his brow. He sniffled. “Um.” Or the one where Keith and Lance live in apartments next to each other, and Lance is too sick for Keith to just leave him by himself.

this one is just very dorky and sweet. i love any fic that captures the exact moment in keiths brain when he goes oh no oh shit oh fuck hes HAWT and lance looks like genuine actual shit actually. its so funny to me

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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fic rec friday 58

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Value of a Moment by @a-fools-errand

When Lance’s previously obsolete skills in language suddenly become very useful, he finds himself wondering why aliens can’t account for the fact that humans, particularly him, need sleep and would prefer linear timelines. (Or: an Arrival AU because I love that movie)

yall OBSESSED does not begin to cover it. i have never read a fic where lance was so goddamn cool. and in like. the insanest of ways?? like of course lance is a polyglot but THIS....this is a whole new level. i havent even finished it fully yet but like god this thing is so fucking cool. if ur looking for a longfic stop looking

2. Rest Stop by @flaming-potato-arsonarson

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world. And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead. A world that wants him to die. So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was. Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him. Until he has to.

oh god this has gotta be one of my CLASSIC fics. read it a few dozen times. i read it right when it came out, six ish years ago (goddamn), i can remember curling up in my old bunk bad and eating this up as the hours ticked by. i was HOOKED. my jaw was dropped my eyes were glued. could not get enough. if youre looking for mermaid lance with a twist....brother this is it

3. Looking for Rain by @thewriter2

Like most things, it starts with the little things: his smile, his confidence, his talent. Eventually, all these little things add up to one big thing that threatens to crash over them like a heavy rain. But, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe something beautiful would come from it. A 5+1 (really a 10+1) of Lance and Keith falling in love.

oh god guys..... @thewriter2 knows how to fucking haunt you. if a 10+1 (!!) isnt enough for you, i want you to know this line has been echoing in my head since i first read: "He looks at you like you’re a storm and he’s a desert desperate to drown." UM??? EXCUSE ME???? SIMILE OF ALL TIME ACTUALLY???? keith being so so visibly obviously in love with lance is my actual roman empire shit never leaves my mind

4. Astronauts by @thewriter2

When they entered the Blue Lion, Keith was Lance’s rival--the person Lance was working so hard to surpass. But slowly, Lance found himself thinking of Keith less as a rival and more as something close to a friend. So of course, Lance’s traitor of a heart decided that it would be Lance’s kind of friend that it would fall in love with.

tags to sell you: "keith is a dork but lance loves him anyway" (dorky keith my beloved), "hunk is an a+ friend" (yes he is), "lance is a lovesick fool" (yeah), and "allura is older sister goals" yes yes YES you get it. and like....while keith pov is my favourite to write by far, lances pov as he realises he is in love....that will always hold such a special special place in my heart

5. his own worth by frogsterz

In the middle of the conversation, Lance stops talking and no one notices. It’s not like he had been leading the conversation, for he hadn’t been, but somehow the fact that his lack of input or opinion isn’t noticed tightens the grip loneliness has on his heart. He looks down at his food, his face burning, his throat tightening up.

now usually anything but team as family isnt my deal. im not big on classic langst. but keith as a knight in shining armour.....what can i say i am weak willed. deeply. also " It’s what made it worse. I miss home and I miss being held and the rain, and I loved you. I thought you hated me." got me so bad got me WEAK like i have never recovered from that line and i doubt i ever will

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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first post of the new year lol

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Something about April being an alien hybrid and Leo being a space nerd y'know

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Thinking about lighthouse keeper April with the boys.... it's cold so she needs to get them clothes. She looks around the lighthouse and gives the clothes she finds to the guys but obv none of them really fit right. She finds some pants that can fit around Leo's waist but they barely make it down to his shins..

Eventually she starts making trips into town/paying the guy who drives supplies up to her extra to bring more stuff. The guy thinks it's a little weird that she's buying stuff she clearly can't wear but hey money is money

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This is how I imagine the bros realised Mikey’s unreasonably strong lol

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Lighthouse au where April gets a job at a lighthouse and meets the creatures living on the island (which may or may not sell for a pretty penny in the magical creature hunting business)

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“What would Vin Diesel do?”

Been wanting to do a redraw of this scene for years and I though it would be fun to recreate it in the rottmnt style~

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did you guys know one of the producers for samurai rabbit co-produced fucking saw of all things

(edit forgot to add jei kramer aka why i drew all this in the first place)

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Part 12!

It came out pretty chaotic haha. I don’t regret anything though~

Part 1

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Snippet #21

Cw: minor character death, a lil blood, lightly suggestive towards the end.

The scientist still couldn't believe how all of their colleagues had turned the opportunity down. This was one of the most exciting discoveries in, well, ever and their fellow researchers were too scared to even talk to it!

The monster cocked it's head to the side as the scientist held out a card from the deck, the both of them sat on opposite sides of a small table - the scientist's clipboard and pen the only other items between them. The thing looked human. Spoke and walked pretty much like any other person the scientist had met. But there was just something about it that felt...bigger. Everyone who came into contact with it said the same thing - said that they felt like there was something they weren't seeing.

"Circle," the monster said decidedly, smiling when the scientist raised their brows and made a note of it on the paper in front of them.

They didn't tell the creature whether the answer had been right or not but, given that all of the monster's guesses so far had been correct, they felt like they didn't need to bother. They couldn't even really call it guessing at this point - the monster knew the answer. Knew it every single time even though there wasn't any possible way for it to. The deck had been shuffled thoroughly, there were no reflective surfaces and the back of the card was completely opaque.

Still the scientist drew another card, and still the monster got it right.

"It's a sun," it said.

The human frowned at the wording a little, taking an extra note next to the one that marked whether the subject had got the answer right or not.

"Do you have only one?" the monster asked then, almost seeming to read their thoughts.

The scientist startled - always astounded by how the other read them so well. "You don't?" they questioned back.

The monster shook it's head. "We have three."

Oh, wow. The more the scientist discovered the more curious they grew. They wanted to ask more but they knew the monster would only answer them when it chose to - seemed to like it more when the human figured something out for themself, looking at them with something in its eyes that the human couldn't distinguish between pride or satisfaction.

The monster was strange like that. Strange in many ways really. But it was the smaller things that intrigued the human: the details like how the creature seemed to prefer being referenced to by 'it' as opposed to any other pronouns. And the scientist felt they hadn't chosen it because they'd liked that one best but rather because it was the rarer one to be called. The one that seemed most separate from the rest - the monster seemed to want to put itself on a level that was different from humans.

"Are we done with the cards now?"

The scientist glanced down at the notes they'd taken and nodded. "Given that you've got every single one of them right and will likely continue to get them right?" They picked up their stuff from the table, making sure they'd got everything in hand. "Yes, I'd say we're done with the cards."

The monster grinned happily, rising along with the human as the other swiped their ID over a nearby scanner, the door to the room gliding open. They walked down a narrow corridor, passing by two guards before reaching their next destination. This was seemingly the creature's favourite part: exploring the scientist's office. It found something new to interest itself with every time, whether it was the desk or the plants or the fun little metallic statue that managed to remain balanced despite the way it constantly wobbled. This time it appeared to be the cabinets that had taken its interest. The monster opened one of the drawers and started perusing through the files there as the scientist sat down, ready to write up the day's report.

It wasn't supposed to be in there with them. Not really. The guards that were stationed around the building hated it - didn't like the idea that the creature had some kind of freedom to roam but at the end of the day the scientist had the final say and they didn't mind in the least. Actually, they felt there was something they could learn from it.

They simply didn't know what yet.

The human started summarising their findings with the sound of the monster ruffling through papers behind them, occasionally taking some out to read over before carefully putting them back. It never broke anything - always gentle with what it touched. The scientist heard the file drawers closing and suddenly the monster was at their back, that feeling of something larger tingling at the edge of their senses.

"You humans like labelling things, don't you?" the monster observed. "You like ordering them in files and folders - putting them away in neat little boxes."

The scientist paused when they felt the other leaning over them, the feeling of the monster's hot breath against their neck enough to make them shudder.

"I suppose we do," they said after some thought. "It's funny really: we seem to hate what we don't understand yet always crave something to understand. It's satisfying to us. I think it's also to do with communication - we're largely social so we need to be able to talk to each other. Boxes help with that; labels let us describe things."

The monster hummed, thinking. "But what if you can't understand something?"

The scientist put their pen down, turning their chair to stare up at the other. "Then we simply understand it to an extent - break it down into theories and possibilities that we can make sense of."

"And you both hate and love discovering new things?"

"Oh, discoveries can be terrible and fantastic at the same time," the scientist said with a small chuckle. "Especially ones we don't fully understand yet. Take yourself for example: my colleagues are all terrified of you. You could single-handedly change every box we've ever made: you may fit into some and not into others, perhaps you fit into multiple but perhaps the combination doesn't make sense. Maybe you fit into none. Maybe we need new boxes - boxes we've never even thought of before. It's exciting - terrifying, yes: oh god, you could undermine years' worth of theories with a single breath but that's half the joy of it! Your existence is crazy and wonderful and confusing and a potential threat to everything we've ever created all at once."

A pause.

The monster clicked its tongue in thought, staring at the scientist before it intently. Like so many times before it cocked its head to the side, studying the form of the human with sharp eyes.

"You're not like most of your species, are you?" it questioned.

The scientist flushed a little and went to turn back around with a small wave of their hand, suddenly eager to get back to their report. "Well, biologically I'm quite common but...I mean, personally, I suppose we're all unique in our own ways."

They'd barely picked up their pen when the monster spun the chair back around, the human gulping slightly as they found the creature closer to them than before.

"But you are more unique."

It wasn't a question. The monster had come to a conclusion and the human couldn't tell whether that was a good thing or not. They sensed something had shifted within the other - some secret decision being made right then as they spoke.

"I-I couldn't really say." The scientist stammered as the blinds of their office closed all by themself, the guards outside no longer able to see within. "Being unique is more of an opinion than anything else--"

"Being unique is objective," the monster argued back. "You, Scientist, know that well. To be unique is to be an outlier, and you are an outlier."

The human's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to determine what the other's goal was here. It seemed to be building up to something, but the scientist could hardly begin to guess what - the monster's motives so deeply hidden they doubted that they could even truly scratch the surface.

They jumped as two guards burst through the door, guns immediately directed at it. The scientist turned in alarm, about to instruct them that they were alright - that they could put their guns down - but the second they opened their mouth to speak blood splattered across their face. The scientist gaped in shock, the two bodies dropping down faster than anything they'd ever seen but that wasn't what held their attention. It should have been. They should have run, they should have screamed, but no: they just sat there, unmoving, eyes fixed upon the thing that had killed them.

An appendage of sorts - seemingly connected to the monster's back and tentacle-like in nature. It was dark green, though in some places its shade was almost gray or black, and the light bounced off it as though it was wet.

The human watched as the monster reeled it back in, pausing to present it right in front of them. Their heart was racing in their chest, eyes a little watery from shock but they couldn't stop themself from reaching out - two men had just died and still their curiosity won out over their fear. They touched it: fingers running softly over the appendige's length and finding it to be smooth and soft, flexible like a snake or vine. The thing suddenly stiffened and they flinched back out of surprise before moving in to inspect it once more, the tentacle's surface now more alike to metal - the end sharp like a spear, pointed and lethal. The thing softened again and wrapped around their hand, the human letting it with little fuss and simply watching as it travelled slowly down their arm.

"Fascinating."

The word fell between them heavily - the meaning of it intense in its implications. Because it was not the scientist who had said it: it was the monster who had spoken.

"I just killed two of your own kind," it said, "and still you'd rather study me than run."

The human gasped as more appendages sprung from the monster's back - wrapping around their waist and legs and soon lifting them from their seat, its hands coming up to brush against the scientist's cheeks, trailing down their jaw and neck and then back up to card through their hair as if it was the one doing the inspecting.

"You know, where I come from, I'm something of a scientist myself," the monster confessed. "We thought we knew it all and then just like that: dimension travel. Worlds and species that we had no knowledge of." Its curiosity led it further downwards, taking the human's hand into its own and following along the lines of their palm. "You look like us, but you're so different. So peculiar in nature - your evolution is baffling to me."

The scientist huffed a small laugh at that: all this time spent studying the monster only to find the other had been studying them back. It was ironic in a way. Beautiful in another.

"And do I fit your boxes?" the human asked curiously.

The monster's focus shifted from their hand back to their face, its touch trailing upwards once more as it traced its thumb over their bottom lip, watching avidly as the human's cheeks tinted red.

"No," the monster concluded, grin sharp when the human's blush deepened - its thumb pushing into their mouth to explore blunt teeth and a soft, round tongue that was so delightfully different from its own. "No, you don't..."

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Snippet #26

"I think I'm going to work the extra shift tonight," the hero said.

The villain's attention was caught in seconds.

They didn't let that show though - kept their gaze focused downwards carefully, set on cleaning off their knife whilst they let the other continue on.

"Maybe tomorrow night as well. I know two days in a row is bad but it's nothing that I haven't done before."

"Didn't you already take the extra shift last night?" the villain asked.

The hero shrugged dismissively. "Yeah but...I mean, it got cut short so it - it doesn't really count."

"Doesn't count?"

"Yeah, it - well, I mean..." They paused. Bit their lip. "P-Plus the extra money could really--"

"Green light," the villain said.

The hero's brow scrunched up cutely. "What?"

"Amber light."

"Villain, what are you--?"

"Red light."

Suddenly, the hero stopped.

Somewhere in their mind something seemed to flicker and switch off. They froze, unspeaking, movement confined to the occasional blink and the steady rise and fall of their shoulders.

The villain returned their knife to its rightful place on their belt.

Slowly, they lifted their gaze up - sharp eyes meeting with the hero's vacant ones:

"You won't take the extra shift tonight," they instructed. "You'll take it tomorrow after some rest and not again for the rest of the week. And you'll make sure that you eat breakfast tomorrow, because I know that you skipped it today."

The hero said nothing.

Content, the villain turned away once more, pulling a different blade from their coat and polishing it anew.

"Green light," they said.

"--even talk...What was I saying?" the hero asked.

The villain glanced at them. "You were talking about your shifts."

"Oh, right." For a moment, the hero looked confused but their expression soon softened out, focus slipping back to whatever it was they'd been doing before. "Actually, I don't think I will do the shift tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow instead."

The villain nodded.

And then the hero continued to ramble on as usual, oblivious, ignorant, and happy as they talked for the span of a marathon.

And the villain listened to them in silence, guilty, praying that the other never found out their secret...

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Big Mama is about to have SUCH a NORMAL REACTION to Donnie just being a normal teenager I swear she is about to have such a rational reaction to this

This is part 31 of The Little Prince Separated AU

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Both of them~

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