#new mutants header | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Total funding amounts to $125.3M.

tmnt-background-screenshots · 8 months

Text

god i love this art style

everything is fucked up and wonky and i wanna eat it

#tmnt mutant mayhem #lowkey i wanna make this my new blog header

10 notes · View notes

6mommymilkers9 · 2 years

Note

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

608 notes · View notes

danmainacc · 1 year

Note

Could I request donnie experiencing love at first sight w nb reader who's introverted, soft spoken and nice??? They're a friend of April and April decided that they should meet the guy's

they both just click, the type of click that makes the other's know that this duo would be together in the future

FIRST SIGHT

April thinks you would get along with the guys so she introduces you, not realizing that this would be the start of something nuclear between you and Donnie

Character: Donatello

Writing-type: Oneshot/Request

Warnings: absolutely tooth-rotting fluff,

Author’s Note: saw the request and absolutely fell in love. i think i’ll make First Sight a series with all my turtle boys. ( header credit to qoeww ) you don’t know how many times i’ve deleted and rewrote this damn oneshot :’)

...

“So these....friends of yours...live in the sewers?” you scrunched your nose as you and your pig-tailed friend trudged through the maze that is the sewers of New York.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, of course. It’s just.....odd.”

“Trust me, girl. You ain’t seen the half of it,” April proudly smirked.

She was giddy as a schoolgirl, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

You two were going to meet up with a couple of April’s friends, though she talks about them as if they’re practically family.

And any family of April’s, are friends of yours, no matter the place they live.

“Turn here,” she led, the sound of speakers blasting Biggie and Puffy getting louder and louder.

The turn led to this main tunnel, which brought the two of you right out to this gigantic skate ramp.

‘Whoa. These guys must be crazy to skate on that.’

“GUYS! WE’RE HERE~!” April happily shouted, making you wnce.

“Oops. Sorry,” she apologized, softly whispering as she gave you a pat shoulder.

“No worries,” you assured with a smile, turning your attention to the sudden sound of an incoming stampede.

“(Y/NNNNN)!” a turtle-man dressed in bright orange happily shrieked, swinging into the room with a kusari-fundo, and tackling you in a hug.

“HI! I’M MIKEY! WE’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU! OH, MI GOSH, YOU’RE SO PRETTY!”

“Nice to meet you, too, Mikey. But could you please let go. I.....can’t breathe,” you smiled through gasps, frantically tapping the turtle on his shell.

“Oh! My bad,” he sheepishly smiled, letting you go and taking a few steps back.

A much larger turtle-man, dressed in red, sighed as he walked over, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry about my brother. He’s very touchy. My name is Raphael, nice to meet you.”

He held out his hand to shake and you happily took it, giving a firm shake. “Likewise. Nice to put a name to the face.”

“Right back attcha,” another turtle-man smirked, his head popping out of a portal.

You let out a startled yelp, quickly clinging to April.

“Leo!” She scolded, giving you a quick pat on the back.

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he quickly apologized, fully stepping out the portal.

He was dressed in all blue.

“It’s alright,” you warmly assured, letting go of April.

“I hate to ask this, but I’d like to know why you aren’t screamin and runnin from our appearance. Or at least a little put off,” he bluntly asked, earning smack to the back of the head from Raph.

“Leo!”

“What?! I’m, just asking a question.”

“It’s no problem. April had already told me you four were turtle-mutants. At first I didn’t believe her, but after seeing all the crazy stuff that’s been happening in the city, it doesn’t seem like the weirdest thing anymore,” you explained with a smile.

The boys nodded with ‘ooooooooh’ faces before April cocked a brow, suddenly looking around. “Where’s Donnie?”

“Probably in his lab. You know the nerd, always has his face in a circuit board or somethin’,” Raph shrugged off.

‘Nerd? Circuit board?’

Now they’re speaking your language.

“Hold please,” Leo smirked, cutting open a portal and walking in.

He was in there a moment before out flew a turtle clad in purple, Leo walking out behind.

“Nardo! What the hell was that fo-?!” The words caught in his throat as he laid eyes on you, any scolding towards his brother going out the window.

Before him stood the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and probably ever will.

The shorts you were wearing had fit your thighs perfectly, and outlined your hips so deliciously, you’d think he was drooling. Not to mention your crop-top was effortlessly snug in all the right places.

It was making him feel flushed, drudging up urges that he didn’t know he had.

Donnie hated being cliche, but he guessed he could make an exception, just this once.

“Where have you been all my life?” he sighed under his breathe, happy that no one heard him.

“Hello! I’m (y/n), nice to meet you,” you smiled, holding out your hand to help him up.

He’s never held someone’s hand so fast.

And the second he made contact, a surge of electricity went right through him, going straight to his brain and turning it to mush right before his eyes.

“I take it you’re Donatello. April’s told me a lot about you. You seem to be the resident genius here,” you warmly complimented, making something bubble in his stomach.

“Oh-Oh! Yeah! I have a whole ton of tech I’ve made over the years. I could maybe show you it sometime if you’re up to it. Something tells me you’re an intellectual like myself.”

He was slowly gaining his confidence back, focusing all of it on making sure he didn’t say anything stupid in front of you.

“Oh, you better believe it. I don’t think there’s ever been a time where (n/n) hasn’t been on the honor roll,” April said proudly throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Can we go see it now? I’d really like to see your setup,” you cheesed, practically making his heart melt right there.

“Of course! Right this way,” he smiled back, practically matching your enthusiasm.

As he led you towards his lab, he couldn’t do anything but ignore his brothers’ teasing coos and kissy-faces, April joining in as well.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring his family and his blush for the time being, focusing his thoughts and smile on your adorable rant about circuits.

He sighed, quickly realizing what was going on and not liking it one bit.

In the span of 10 minutes, you have gotten him to smile more than he has in a month.

There was no doubt about it. You were definitely going to be the end of him.

...

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #answered

236 notes · View notes

airlock-altercations · 3 months

Text

The IndUlgence of Knowledge{~ ඞ}

[Blog may contain mentions of Violence and Gore, both will be tagged accordingly]

Hello there! YoU may call me AmogUS / 8 SweepS old / Hemoanon! {~ ඞ} I'm pretty new to GrUmblr / and I'm intereSted in meeting other trollS in the Hemoanon and MUtant circleS! / Califearnian / My HemoAnon Sign waS inSpired by the one my AnceStor held while hiding {ASwell aS my HornS!}{~ ඞ}

I do Wetware and Dryware compUter repair aS a hobby / aSwell aS StUdying Space Travel and maintenance! / I alSo love video gameS and bUtchery! I love thiS local Troll Italian place called @trollitalian-foodplace-official / I alSo call anyone I don't know well enoUgh by Shorthand NicknameS! If thiS botherS yoU pleaSe let me know.{~ ඞ}

D.N.I if yoU: {~ ඞ} ~ Don't believe in AnceStorS or that their liveS affect the coUrSe of oUr own.{~ ඞ} ~ Are negative towardS any Alternian ReligioUS Sector{~ ඞ} ~ Are caSteiSt {ThiS inclUdeS againSt highbloodS!} {~ ඞ} ~JUSt here to Start Drama or talk aboUt paSt eventS.{~ ඞ} ~ Are a Troll Taylor Swiftt fan.{~ ඞ} ~ BelieveS in 'oUting' HemoAnonS dUe to their blood color.{~ ඞ} ~ Don't believe in Intelegent Alien LifeformS{~ ඞ} ~ Don't believe that Intelegent Alien LifeformS may poSe a threat to US.{~ ඞ} ~ Are only here to talk about the death of @camouflaged-target

OOC BELOW

Hi! My main blog is @saladv, I also run @trollitalian-foodplace-official. If you need anything tagged lmk! Also, unlike the troll italian team, Amogus actually has references!

^ Old header

new pfp ^

old pfp ^

#grumblr #hs rp #intro post

9 notes · View notes

umhuhwellthen · 9 months

Text

I forgort I was gonna change my icon and header when it became august😭☠️

Anyway thoughts about Mutant Mayhem

Amazing

Little concerned about how the Leo crush is going to be handled, but so far so good..?

Also loved Splinter realizing how he could've ended up in SuperFly's place with his boys fighting him and fearing him, and being insane and like no, I am made of love, and if not for humans then for my boys

Also yes April!!!! Move on, you got news to report, actual public speaking tip I got when doing forensics you mess up to steamroll through ignore it it happens move on!!!

Her locker changed to April O'Hero and Beware April O'Neil

Wasn't expecting the boys to take off their masks but makes sense since they're out of the shadows and not being ninjas but normal teens!!!

Also how dare that bitch call herself an UTROM??? Utrom have been nothing but lovely and helpful to the turtles you can't just have the 03 human disguise colors and be an antagonist!!! But I will not deny it's a good direction and unexpected for people like me that have the view: utrom=good krang=bad, also HOLY SHIT THE SHREDDER????? Ooo love that they're going with a lot of 87 stuff in that krang and shredder we're working together ep1 and shredder was actually taking orders from krang because krang had superior tech and stuff

assuming the buff guy with the injured eye is Bishop, not expecting buff Bishop he was always slick and lithe and lean

OH WHAT IF THAT SUPER BUFF COMMANDO GUY ISNT BISHOP AND ACTUAL BISHOP COMES AND REPLACES CYNTHIA??? CUZ THE COUNCIL FINDS HER LACKING AND REPLACES HER

Iwonder if the movie or series will tackle how fickle popularity is, or how the humans view them

Or if they'll be a rallying of new yorkers like THOSE ARE OUR TURTLES AND WE WONT LET GOVERNMENT BASTARDS LIKE YOU HURT THEM!!!

Leonardo...best buy employee looking ass...

I wonder 🤔 if the series will have the turtles talking to a school counselor about any plans for the future and what kinda stuff they can do with that

BAXTER STOCKMAN DEAD FOR REAL???

the little cribs🥺🥺🥺 he really was gonna raise em up like little kids, concerning language with experiments on animals but maybe redemption or good guy???

Also I forgot who said it but when Superfly said he raise them himself and one of the shouted they were very well adjusted ! Like yes you are and that's why they had to stop they're unhinged brother who never really processed or move on from the traumatic event and became dead set on revenge

Movie brain worms I guess

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #tmnt 2k23 #tmnt spoilers #spoilers #movie spoilers #tmnt mm spoilers #tmnt mutant mayhem spoilers #mutant mayhem spoilers #ay speaka

21 notes · View notes

theashemarie · 1 year

Text

Hi there! I'm Ashe! I write a lot, and that's probably why you're here. Thanks for stopping in!

I am a born and raised Texan who moved to New Jersey because I'm gay.

Find my work: AO3 | Writing here on Tumblr

Other projects: Salmon Run Tips | Pearlina Week

Cast of characters (in no particular order--except Katie):

@katiemonz: Katie - fiancee - artist, co-collaborator in both storytelling and life, and jack of all trades who makes my life brighter (artist behind my icon and mobile header)

@dunkalfredo: Ben - best friend and little brother (adopted) - artist, writer, co-collaborator, and gamerboy who never fails to lend a thoughtful ear

@octolingkiera: Kiera - oldest friend - writer, co-collaborator, and reliable friend who is always ready to jump into whatever project I pitch

Blurry, Jenna, Dan, Kimura, Pinky, Marybeth, Hero, and Charlie: other friends who I would be lost without

Notable work (in reverse chronological order):

Time Capsule [Read on Tumblr] + [Fic Tag] | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | In progress. | [They save the Key from the museum break-in and the Foot Clan never lays hand on it, but that's just the beginning. Leo is cursed with gruesome visions of an apocalyptic future, and the rest of the family is soon to follow--except Raph.]

The Old College Try | [Read on Tumblr] + [Fic Tag] | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | In progress. | [Donnie and Leo head to college. Things immediately go wrong, but at least they have each other. Cloaking brooches/college fic.]

Very Thoughtful | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | In progress. | [Low empathy study. Donnie-centric.]

Aftershocks | [Read on Tumblr] | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | Complete! | [A story of recovery told from five perspectives. Post-movie.]

Meet Me on the Rink | Splatoon - Pearlina | In progress - On hold. | [Roller derby AU. A story of self-discovery, soul searching, and falling in love. Also, they skate sometimes.]

Etched on the Body | Splatoon - Pearlina | Complete! | [Soulmate AU]

Holidays Without You | Splatoon - Pearlina | In progress - On hold. | [Human AU. Long-distance AU. Slow-burn, full of pining, and a story of discovering a part of your sexuality that you’ve been ignoring.]

don't you let me go | Splatoon - Pearlina | In progress - On hold. | [A proposal.]

Riding Out the Wave | Splatoon - Pearlina | In progress - On hold. | [Pearl likes it when things are tender and quiet, when she can imagine that it'll be easy when she eventually tells Marina about how twisted up and warm she gets around her. Until then, Pearl likes to pretend. But, when a brand deal with Mr. Grizz goes south, Pearl must confront things directly.]

Studio Brew | Splatoon - Pearlina | Complete! | [Coffee Shop AU]

Foray | Sonic the Hedgehog | In progress. | [Bridging Undergound and SEGA. Three years after leaving, Eggman kidnaps Manic, and Sonic is drawn back into the world he left behind, but now he can do more than rely on his medallion. He can fight.]

Other assorted Sonic fics that you'll have to dig to find because they're OLD old.

#new pinned bc the old one is from august #ashe talks #about #art by katiemonz

20 notes · View notes

saintsofwarding · 10 months

Text

WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Header by keltii-tea

Chapter 24: A Traitor’s Bargain

The bellow shook the air, a blast of dust and house-fragments rolling over the face of the full moon. The monster erupted forth, limned in red moonlight. It was huge, and growing by the second. Heisenberg had never seen another mutant grow so massive; this one was on the same scale as Eveline's final form, from what he could tell from the BSAA photos of her calcified corpse, taken at the scene of her death.

Now, this new monster rose, and rose, and rose against the sky, vast wings churning the blizzard winds. It was roughly avian, long masses of tentacles trailing from its back and underbelly, multiple foreclaws opening like cages of blades, its whole mass held aloft by those eight feathered wings. Mold showered from it in thick, glutinous droplets. The entire monstrosity was formed of mold, armored in it, a constantly-shifting pelt of glistening, iridescent black.

Heisenberg watched it rise, felt the shudder of its wingbeats in the backs of his teeth. That thing was Rose; that thing was Miranda. Had Miranda locked herself, dormant, in the megamycete's subconscious, and thus in Rose's? Had she resurrected herself through Rose, and now occupied her body, and with it, her enormous power?

Heisenberg didn't know. All he knew, as he stared at the great monster claiming the sky, was that he'd failed.

He'd failed the other Lords. He'd failed Ethan. He'd failed himself.

And he'd failed Rose.

He couldn't deny it anymore, even to himself. Everything he'd done, since the moment he first looked into her stupid, ugly, moldy little face fifteen years ago, had been for her. To exploit her power for his benefit at first, yeah, but that had changed faster than he liked to admit. Now, all was different. It was all to protect her. To save her, spare her, from Miranda, from the horrors of the mortal world, from all that stood against her.

Hell, he'd do it all again, a thousand times over, just to see her safe.

And now, Miranda had her. They were together again, as much as two creatures could be, all of Rose's power in Miranda's clutches.

His next inhale snagged in his throat, and the grief bit down, sharp and raw as ever.

Maybe, in the end, it always had to be this way.

The monster's howl shook the hillside, the reservoir below reflecting the red moonlight, quivering each time the mutant beat its wings. Over in the village came a flurry of activity- shouts echoing from the Ouroboros encampment, lights flaring on, the whir of helicopter rotors filling the air as commandos ran to their posts.

Movement swung: a massive piece of manned artillery set up somewhere around the Maiden of War, grinding round on its base to level at the monster. Heisenberg snarled between his teeth.

"No," he muttered. "No."

The others were there: Moreau, a look of horror in his eyes. Mia, staring at the monster, all color drained from her face. And Dimitrescu. As the first artillery shot blazed toward the approaching monster, as it burst against her flank in a shower of liquid fire and calcified mold, her look of rage deepened.

The monster shrieked; its wings churned at the air as it banked round, claws splayed, straight for the village.

"Fools," Dimitrescu spat. "She'll destroy them all."

"I'm not so sure." Heisenberg pointed at the monster. The artillery round had chewed a massive, crumbling hole in her side; it immediately began to heal, but another shot followed the first, and another, each one blasting a ragged bite from her tentacle-covered body.

The shells must have been anti-mutant, like the bullets.

Damn Ouroboros. Damn them all.

"They'll kill each other," Mia whispered. She pressed her hands to her mouth, her whole body shaking. "Rose..."

Another blast pounded the monster, lit the sky in a flare of fire-gold and salt-white. Still she advanced; massive jaws peeled wide, bristling with teeth like shards of obsidian, its pulsating gullet roiling with mold-tendrils.

One trailing tentacle struck out; it leveled an outlying house, shattered it to kindling. One of Ouroboros' helicopters strafed past, spitting bullets. The Rose-monster reared back, one vast foreclaw rising; it swatted the helicopter, a backhand, almost lazy movement. The rotors choked and caught fire, and with a screech of metal and seizing parts, the whole machine spiraled out of the sky, exploding off the hillside with a muffled boom.

"They won't let her live now, that's for damn sure," Heisenberg muttered, watching the spray of molten metal as it underlit the monster.

I'm sorry, kid.

I'm so sorry.

Was this the end? Maybe Ouroboros would kill her. Maybe she'd live, and turn on them next. Maybe Miranda would take control again, would start her rule all over again. Maybe she'd execute them all, live forever in her dream, playing dollhouse inside the subconscious of a mutated monster with a ghost of her little Eva. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Or maybe there was still a chance.

The monster careened through the sky, banking to the side as it began to circle the village. It snapped at the air, shaking its great tentacle-maned head. Heisenberg had only seen Miranda mutate from afar, and only the once, but he knew her all too well. Her coldness, her calculation. She wouldn't attack like this, head-on and mindless, seeking only to annihilate. She'd be a lot smarter than that.

This was the attack pattern of a first-time mutant, a newborn. Someone who'd never done this before. Someone on the verge of losing control.

And if Miranda wasn't fully in control-

Then that meant-

It doesn't have to be this way.

Wasn't he Lord Heisenberg? You made me like this, Mother. Full of rage. Full of vengeance. And full of power. She'd taught him everything he knew. How to use that power. How to turn it against all that stood in his way. And he was, as ever, a dutiful son.

No. This wasn't the end. Not for him. Not for Rose. Only for Miranda. He hadn't gotten to strike the final blow fifteen years ago; that honor had gone to Ethan. Now, another red moon, another night of impossible odds. Now, he'd get that chance again.

Now, he'd kill her for real.

Lightning crackled over the snow as he faced the others. "You see that thing?" He flung out his hand to point. "There's still a chance. Get it? Miranda's not entirely in control. Not yet, anyway."

"How do you-" Mia started.

"'Cause I'm a goddamn genius, remember? Now everyone shut the hell up and listen," he ordered. "Moreau. Get down to the reservoir. Might have some company soon."

Moreau nodded, his entire body jiggling with anticipation. "What...what...what kind of company?"

"It's a fuckin' surprise," Heisenberg snarled. "Wait and fuckin' see, fishstick, don't ruin the anticipation."

"You can do it," Mia told Moreau, rubbing his shoulder.

Moreau sniffed. "I'll...I'll see you all soon," he told Heisenberg, told Dimitrescu. "Get little Rose back, all...all right?" And with a last, misty-eyed look at them all, he began down the hillside, toward the reservoir.

"Good luck, fishstick! Try not to die this time!" Heisenberg called after him. He looked up at Dimitrescu. "You're hungry, right?"

She bared her teeth in a grimacing sneer. "Starving."

Heisenberg let out his breath. "Fucking things you make me do." He yanked up his shirtsleeve, exposing the scarred flesh of his brawny forearm and bicep, and held it toward her face.

"Go on," he said.

"I beg your-"

"Drink, you overgrown bitch, I'm telling you to eat my fuckin' blood so you can go kill people!" Heisenberg said. "Goddamn, do I have to write it down in crayon?"

She blinked, her brows arched. Years they'd hated one another. Years they'd never given up the opportunity to fight each other, whether verbally or physically, ripping and tearing and hunting for fresh meat. Even in the depths of her grief, fresh off losing her three beloved daughters, Dimitrescu had spared a share of her hatred especially for him.

Such hatred between them. Such constant, bloody rivalry. Heisenberg didn't remember when it had come about. He only remembered how. He must have been a child when they met, yet already powerful. Miranda must have extolled his abilities, his affinity, his superior potential. And Alcina, hungry, yearning, impassioned thing as she was, didn't stand a chance against their mother's manipulations.

How could she? Miranda had made her that way, after all.

Heisenberg and Dimitrescu. The two of her children closest to her ideal of perfection. Miranda had kindled their rivalry, had turned them against one another from the first, so she could always control them. So they might never realize their own power, might never conspire, might never band together to destroy her.

So they might never do what they did now, stand together in the snow, to look each other in the eye with-

-Well. It would always be hatred on Alcina's part. But now, with their mutual enemy tearing the world apart at their feet, there was something close to respect, too, however grudging.

Here and now, Heisenberg would take it.

Her huge hand snapped around his arm. She wrenched him close; he stumbled, at the mercy of her monstrous strength. With a twist of her wrist she brought his arm to the level of her bent head, nearly wrenching it from its socket.

Alcina's eyes glowed, the hunger in them rising like flames.

"This will hurt, little brother," she told him, voice dusky, and opened her mouth, and with a rippling growl, sank her teeth into his flesh.

Black blood spurted; Heisenberg clenched his teeth as she tore at him, as she drew great, starving gulps of his blood, as she swallowed it down with a shudder of pure, sensual pleasure. Dimitrescu's eyes fluttered shut, and as he watched, the cracks on her skin began to seal together, the hollows beneath her eyes smoothing over.

The gauntness left her face as her grip on his arm strengthened to bone-breaking pressure, the tips of her claws biting into his wrist.

She let him go. Heisenberg slammed back against a tree, breathing hard, leaking everywhere. A streak of his blood darkened the snow; more blood dripped over Alcina's chin, slopping down the front of her armor in a red-black spill. She smeared her hand over her mouth, her too-long, too-red tongue lapping the blood from her face.

Heisenberg stared up at her as she straightened to her full, magnificent height. Dimitrescu thrummed with power, her gray-white skin shining in the moonlight, her hair whipped around her shoulders in the snowy breeze.

"At last." Another shudder, a crackle of bone and muscle deep within her. She shook her head, her face alight with a hazy, feral ecstasy. "I'd forgotten what that felt like."

"Not hangry anymore?" Heisenberg managed.

She shot him a look. "You," she told him, "taste disgusting."

He grinned. "Oh, run off and lord over that ugly-ass castle of yours, you super-sized leech."

She returned his smile, sudden and ferocious as a blow to the throat. "Will I, too, be expecting visitors?"

Heisenberg shrugged. "I know how much you love guests for dinner."

"What's the plan?" Mia touched his bleeding arm, muscles mangled like he'd been mauled by a feral lycan. They twitched as Heisenberg flexed his hand, severed veins and muscle strands crawling back together.

Not fast enough. Dimitrescu had drained him, all right. He felt like shit; his body weighed heavy on his bones, cold save for the burn of his Cadou in overdrive, working hard to repair him. Not ideal, but, then again, when was anything?

"You can skip town, y'know," he told her, quietly. "Get out of the country. I won't hunt you down, I promise. Let's call it a parting gift."

"Leave? Now?"

"That's what I said."

Mia's eyes narrowed. "Fuck you." She produced a roll of bandages from Moreau's secret medical stash. Deftly, she began patching up his wound, her hands soon crusted in his blood. She finished off the bandage with a sharp tug, cinching it tighter than absolutely necessary. "Can't get rid of me that easy."

Heisenberg chuckled. "I knew I liked you, Winters."

He faced the village, the monster in the skies above, circling the camp as artillery shot after artillery shot pounded the air.

He'd find Rose. He'd kill Miranda. And if those Ouroboros bastards got slaughtered along the way? Even better.

See you soon, he told the monster. Mother.

He held out his hand. With a warping hum, his hammer crashed through the side of Moreau's shack and smacked into his palm. He spun it onto his shoulder, slid on his sunglasses, then squinted back round toward the ruined building.

"Now where the fuck," he said, "is my goddamn coat?"

***

The wind rising off the village reeked of chemicals, of ash and liquefied mold, the world spattered in pools of the monster's blasted-off chunks. Gunfire lit the snow: commandos holding back the lycans. The beasts snarled from the woods, darting in and out of Heisenberg's focus as he and Mia approached the camp.

Little wonder. Now the conglomerate lycan in the reactor chamber, Moreau and Dimitrescu's spontaneous regeneration, made sense. There had always been a living host for the Black God; even as a baby, Rose had continued to transmit the megamycete's signals to all its carriers, Cadou parasites still responding to her latent command.

With the host now awake, the lycans had to be going apeshit, unable to make full sense of the garbled signals coming from the Rose-monster's gestalt consciousness. Their base instinct said attack, so attack they would, anything and everything that got in their way.

One of the closer lycans burst in a shower of gore, steaming with chemical smoke as it dropped to the snow. Heisenberg kept his sights on the floodlit barrier, a hastily-erected metal fence set up around the village square. Past it, the square was a flurry of movement, shouted orders, commandos running for more ammo, more supplies.

It looked like they'd built some prefabs around the Maiden of War, had set up their big artillery alongside her, so the statue looked as if she thrust her sword in command of the massive cannon. The stilled rotors of a V-22 helicopter loomed alongside the church, underlit hellish by the spotlamps illuminating the camp like an island of light fending off the dark.

Heisenberg smirked. Mortals. So cute. As if their little prayers and symbols could ward off the real monsters.

Three lycans snarled and snapped at one of the commandos, standing on a rise overlooking the camp.

"Eat this!" he yelled; his assault rifle spat, blasting the beasts into crystal shards. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Perfect.

Heisenberg winked at Mia, then strode ahead. As the commando faced the camp again, Heisenberg swept up behind him.

"Hey, soldier," he purred into the man's ear.

"Wha-"

He grabbed the guy by the back of his bulletproof vest and hoisted him into the air. The commando let out a yelp as Heisenberg lifted him bodily, legs kicking, arms flailing. In a single heave, Heisenberg flung him over the fence, down into the middle of the camp below.

The soldier hit the ground hard and rolled, wincing. Shouts broke out, the snap of dozens of guns cocking and aiming at once echoing over Heisenberg as he strode to the top of the rise overlooking the camp, hammer propped on his shoulder, ferine grin on his face.

"Well, well, well!" he called. "Looks like everything fell to shit after I left!"

"Ah. It's back."

Heisenberg tilted his head. Regan approached from the direction of the church; aside from a bandaged bicep, he looked uninjured.

Shame. He'd make an excellent lycan.

"Long time, buttercup." Heisenberg looked him up and down. "I'm surprised you're still alive. Lycans love chewing on meaty lads like you."

The Rose-monster's bellow shook the air. "We're a little busy at the moment," Regan said. "If you'd like to come back later-?"

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" Heisenberg spread his arms wide. "And after your proclamation earlier? Now, call me a greedy old bastard, call me whatever you like, but above all I'm an enterprising gentleman, and I can't resist a good bargain. Especially when lives are on the line."

"What are you proposing?"

"I-"

A buzz like an angry wasp sounded to his six. Impact stung the side of his neck; Heisenberg snarled, twisting toward its source as he slapped his hand up to the sting. A dart, still quivering. A black-clad figure stood from the roof of a nearby house and gave a wave, sniper rifle propped to her shoulder.

Cal.

"Aha," Heisenberg said. He yanked the dart out, felt the slow cold seep of the drug through his system. His senses dulled; his connections to metal snapped. Another dose of power suppressant, like Mia had sprung on him in the hold of the Osiris. "So that's what you do."

"You have thirty seconds to explain yourself, Lord Heisenberg," Regan said. "I'd get a move on, if I were you."

"Scared, Regan?" said Mia.

She stepped alongside Heisenberg. A few guns swerved to her; she didn't flinch as she stared down at her one-time colleague.

"Winters," Regan said with a sigh. "So good to see you survived. I'd hate to have to deal with all the paperwork involved if your BOW friend there had killed you."

"Yeah. I'm sure you would." She shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet. Heisenberg made out the dart of her eyes- from Regan, to him, to Regan again.

"It's not too late, you know," Regan said. "You can always come back to us. I'd advocate for you. You're a unique specimen, Mia- not just your physiology, but your experience. I-"

"Yack, yack, enough with this shit." Heisenberg pointed down at him. "Listen, Regan, let's cut to the chase. That thing in the sky? That's my daughter." He paused. "Also my mother. It's complicated."

Regan blinked, glancing toward the monster as it sliced through the blizzard, circling now around the castle towers, rounding them back toward the camp again. "That's the girl?" he said. "That's Rosemary Winters?"

"Sure is." He gestured to Mia. "What? Don't you see the resemblance? Point is, I don't want her dead."

Another artillery shot burst against the monster's flank as it strafed by; its scream of anguish sliced to his core, to his heart. He didn't have much time before those rounds blasted her into moldy memories.

"And?" Regan prompted.

"And I know you want something, too. Something you're clearly not having much luck in locating. The corpse of Ethan Winters." Heisenberg mustered his best grin and flashed it wide. "I'll bring it to you. And more. For a price."

Regan stared up at him, and Mia. The flare of firelight off his pale face cut it stark as a skull. It was impossible to gauge his thoughts. Heisenberg made an educated guess anyway. Ouroboros was clearly forced to improvise to be here at all without his help. They'd come to Romania expecting to get in and get out without engaging with an army of feral lycans and a bioweapon god the size of a 747. They had to be desperate, and how.

Enough to work with Lord Heisenberg himself? He'd take a cue from Mia with this one and bet the whole farm. Or factory, as it were. With Rose involved, anything.

At last, Regan set his jaw.

"Why don't you step into my office," he said. He glanced at Mia. "Both of you."

An alarm sounded as soldiers rolled back the gates, raining bullets on any lycans to make a beeline for the entrance. Heisenberg was faced with a semicircle of rifle barrels, each aimed for his center mass. Even without his powers, they weren't taking any chances. First smart thing Ouroboros had done since they'd entered the village.

The soldiers and researchers in the square weren't the only humans around. To Heisenberg's surprise, a few guns were pointed at a row of freaked-looking people kneeling by the painted wall of an old house. Robed, disheveled, slung all over with saints' metals and charms carved from bone, they looked like a bunch of particularly disconsolate monks after a long night in the wine cellar. One of them, a young woman with a shaved head, struggled to rise.

"Lord Heisenberg! You live! Praise the Black God!" she cried, waving her cuffed hands frantically. "Lord...Lord Heisenberg, please- where is Lord Moreau? Please, if he's alive, convey to him my deepest- my deepest affections-"

One of the soldiers shoved her back down. Heisenberg watched as he backhanded the girl across the face; she crumpled with a cry, then began to rock side to side, mumbling Moreau's name. Well, well. He had devotees. How ambitious. Maybe there was hope for his brother yet.

The soldier turned, eyeing Heisenberg from his helmet's eye slits, traces of the girl's blood clinging to his knuckles.

Heisenberg gave him a slow grin in return.

"He is so dead," Mia whispered.

Heisenberg chuckled. "All yours, sweetheart."

He ambled after Regan and into the prefab, roomy space beyond lit blinding with harsh fluorescent strips. He winced, squinting behind his glasses, tilting his head down to cut some of the glare. The makeshift laboratory jostled with noise and movement- cages fenced off one half of the structure, chain-link and stout metal pillars. Within thrashed lycans, snarling and clawing at the chain-link, gnawing at the locks and hinges. They snapped at Heisenberg and Mia as they passed, baleful stares seething with bloodlust. The cages faced banks of biomedical research equipment, harried-looking technicians working at monitors or chemistry stations. One held a phial of dark blood to the light. Lycan, Heisenberg assessed.

"You're experimenting on these BOWs, then?" Mia said.

Regan didn't spare her a look. "They're fascinating, aren't they? Miranda wrote them off as failures, used them as little more than cannon fodder, but HQ takes a different view. The Cadou not only made a new species, a hybrid of hominid and obligate carnivore, but manifested through them a brand-new culture. You've seen firsthand the way they band together. They have immense potential for battlefield use, and they've already garnered interest in many of our clients. You should find them interesting, too, Mia. We all know how you love failures."

"Fascinating is one word for them." She braced back as a lycan lunged for her, metal rattling as it clung to the gate. "I didn't realize HQ wanted to take back lycan samples."

"Anything for a fistful of lei," Heisenberg drawled. "Isn't that right, soldier of fortune?"

Regan didn't respond to his bait. Heisenberg eyed the lycans as they passed the last of them, eyed the several lain out on gurneys, restrained and sedated, their sawtooth fangs exposed to the overbright lights. The villagers had called them holy creatures, had worshipped them alongside the Lords and Miranda. Now here they were, at the mercy of the irreverent.

A quick buck was right. Hell, if Ouroboros managed to blast Rose from the sky, they'd probably auction her various pieces off to the highest bidder. Every monster had its use.

A slow grin spread across his face.

Regan ushered them through a sliding doorway, up a plastic tunnel hallway with air that burned with chemical disinfectant, and into the church. Its warm darkness was now illuminated by banks of computer screens, its wooden walls stuffed to the gills with equipment. Guards in full combat armor stood at the entrances, weapons at the ready.

Heisenberg's gaze lingered on the altar. Four portraits, four lords enclosed in gilt, and enshrined between them, radiant as ever, Miranda. How dutifully the villagers had trooped here, to give glory, to beg protection, to whisper pleas for mercy- Lord Heisenberg, spare me, please, I beg of you, it was only a mistake.

How dutifully they'd died when the monsters came to call, when he and the others had followed Miranda's orders and wrought bloodshed upon those who'd worshipped them.

Man. He'd had his fun, in his day, but he'd been a shitty god where it counted.

"We don't have much time, so make it quick," Regan said, as soon as the door closed behind them.

"Not much to say," Heisenberg said with a shrug. "My proposal is simple. You don't aim to kill our flying friend out there. And I deliver, straight to your hands, Winters' corpse."

"We already made you that offer," Regan said. "And, it seems, you weren't interested before."

"Right, right, but get this." He gestured toward the lycan research lab outside. "You have money to make, and I have problems of my own. Three of them. Now, lycans are well and good, but just think what your bosses would say if you turned up with not only a passel of wolf-men and an ice sculpture to show for all their cash and efforts, but three of Mother Miranda's Lords, too."

He spread his arms.

"Imagine," he went on, letting his voice fill the church's dusty recesses. He lifted a hand, curling it into a fist with a crackle of bloodstained leather. "Three of the megamycete's descendant hosts. Not quite as strong as the original host, of course, but what can you do. Consider."

He sidled up to Donna's portrait at the altar. "A pretty girl who can flip your brain inside-out with sheer, mind-melting terror..." He made TV-presenter hands around Moreau. "An ugly sack of flesh with acid reflux almost as bad as mine after a three-day bender..." He slid behind Dimitrescu, brushing her painted cheek with a fingertip. "...And a nine-foot man-eating vampire bitch-queen that just won't fucking die."

He put on his biggest showman's grin. "They're all here, in the village. Bioweapons to write home about. I'll even tell you where they are."

Regan's eyes gleamed. He put on a good show of stoicism, but Heisenberg saw the way he leaned in, the way he hung on his every word. They'd already suffered losses, already fucked the mission when they'd lost him and Mia. With three of four Lords in tow, they might just manage to save face.

Besides. What self-respecting terrorist organization wouldn't pay top dollar for Dimitrescu?

"You're talking about your own family, yes?" Regan said.

Heisenberg let out a bark of laughter. "You think I care about my family? Fuck my family. Take them back to your labs. Kill 'em. Do what you want with them. Doesn't matter to me."

He sidled closer, his grin still fixed in place. "So. Soldier." He eyed Regan over the rim of his glasses. "What d'you say?"

A beat. A long silence.

Then-

Regan smiled in return, cold as a knife to the throat. "You have yourself a deal, Lord Heisenberg."

***

The thunder of artillery shots filled the sky as Heisenberg and Mia emerged once again into the freezing wind. Snow flurried down, dark with ash, bitter on Heisenberg's tongue.

"Change your firing pattern!" Regan yelled up at the gunner in his cage. "Hold it off! Do not shoot to destroy. I repeat, do not shoot to destroy."

"Sir?" the gunner called down, but Regan was already shoving past, calling more orders to a platoon of commandos, signaling to Cal, who dropped from the roof and took her place at her brother's side.

"Ooh, you planning something fun for him?" she giggled, nodding at Heisenberg.

"Not this time, pet. You have a job to do." He tapped a map on a nearby command table. "Valley of Mist, House Beneviento. Suit up with a rebreather and bring back Lady Beneviento. She'll be there, and no trouble for you to subdue. Understood?"

She pouted. "Why do you always give me the easy ones?" In a whirl of blonde hair, she was gone again.

"You'll want this, Mia." Regan tossed her a rifle and a clip of anti-mutant rounds. "For the lycans. And in case your BOW companion decides he's better off without you."

"I'd say thanks," Mia said, giving the weapon a quick once-over, "if I wasn't so sure you'd shoot me yourself the second I turned my back."

Regan shrugged. "Business is business, Mia. You of all people should know that by now."

He stood before the immense stone gate to the ceremony site, the ancient dais that had once ensconced Rosemary Winters' remains. The gate that, once upon a time, had led to his territory. It still bore his crest, horse and shoe scabbed over with remnants of Miranda's mold. In a flash, Heisenberg saw it once more as he had that dawn a decade and a half ago. The snow, gusting golden through the first of the daylight. The world cracked open, the Black God's tentacles bursting from the ground to claw and writhe at the skies. The blood, the mold, the remnants of the battle, the ground scattered with crystal shards, left behind after Ethan fought his way toward Miranda.

Now, the world beyond the dais- ended. That was what it looked like, anyway. As Heisenberg and Mia entered the altar site after Regan, Heisenberg saw just what kind of devastation the BSAA's bomb had wrought.

The snow and earth and scrubby pine trees fell away, sudden as an execution blow. Beyond them the crater yawned, the night endless past the crumbling lip of the cliff's edge. It spread on and on and on, a vast bite torn from the landscape, a cigar burn in reality. Rubble filled its edges, but in the center, past the reach of the Ouroboros camp's floodlamps, he made out nothing but a dark pit. For all he knew, it might go down forever.

And it was full of lycans. Infested with the things. Everywhere, green eyes glittered, teeth bared and glistening with blood and mucus. Of fucking course. No wonder Ouroboros hadn't wanted to go down there themselves.

"Ethan's down there," Mia murmured.

Heisenberg looked at her. She stood at the cliff's edge with her new rifle slung over her shoulder, ammo hooked onto her belt. Her boot tips hung off the drop, into empty air. One more step, and she'd go over.

Her face was pale, her gray-streaked hair dancing around her head in the crater's updraft. She'd looked worse when he had his hands elbow deep inside her- heh heh- but not by much. The look in her eyes now was like- fuck, it was the look in his own after Claudia, after he'd thought the last remnants of his soul had been burned to ashes, after he'd thought there was no hope left but that which he could reap from his own destruction.

This was it, he figured, for her. This was all she had done over the years manifest, all her guilt, all her failures. This was what she had made with her own fear, with her own reticence to tell her husband the truth. This was her version of a child gasping for life on the floor, even as she died, even as the hope ran out along with her blood. A pit eaten into the earth, the corpse of the love of her life waiting somewhere in the darkness.

Waiting for her.

He elbowed her in the ribs. She flinched, and looked up at him. Her eyes shone, but her gaze held steady.

"You gonna bitch out on me, Winters?" he said.

Her jaw clenched. "You first."

Heisenberg grinned. "Heh. I see where Rose gets it."

"We'll hold the monster off until dawn," Regan called, from back near the dais. "If you aren't back by then, the girl dies. That's my bargain to you, Lord Heisenberg. See you keep up your end."

Heisenberg didn't look back. He hooked his arm around Mia's midsection, pulled her against him, and leaped into the waiting darkness below.

#saints of warding #re8 fic #re8 fanfiction #rosemary winters #karl heisenberg #mia winters #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #ethan winters #resident evil village oc #chris redfield #eveline #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #chapter 24

8 notes · View notes

catgirlmagneto · 3 months

Text

augh. pinned post

hi gay people. it’s me, catgirmagneto, that guy who made the one tlt post that i will never stop hearing about. i post mainly about x-men comics, alpha flight, and adjacent titles, & the stupid gay people that live inside them. occasionally other media as well.

if you’re a fan of d&d, check out my side blog @ludinusdalesbian where i talk about my own DMing as well as actual play shows i like.

if you’d like to read my shitty ao3 writing from high school, feel free to go check that out here. leave nice comments if you want or if you want to leave hate pls at least make it funny. ⚠️WARNING there are numerous works about the x-men movies, because i didn’t get into comics until late high school. there’s some comics stuff there too though don’t worry im a better person now.

drawing commissions currently open! dm me about your idea & we can talk pricing.

tagz:

#my art — self explanatory

#my guinea pig AND #hammy — my sweet baby boy hamilton the guinea pig (he’s my header image)

#comission - art commissions! (stay tuned)

otherwise my tag “system” is incredibly disorganized because i mostly use it for comedic effect rather than being able to find things. sorry to all who wished they could find things on my blog but i can’t even do that xoxo. anyways go read vita ayala’s new mutants

#about me #pinned post

5 notes · View notes

suzy-queued · 1 year

Text

Artist Interview

Happy Boxing Day! I was tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that in this artist interview.

1. Do you post on AO3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?

I do post on AO3 as Suzy_Queue. I have two art galleries there, one for general art and one for Kinktober 2022.

2. What is your total art count?

If you count art done for other people's stories, headers for my own stories, and Gallacrafts pieces, it's around 150.

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?

I use this cool website to get my full Tumblr stats. According to them:

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Although I'm not the fastest at it.

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?

Currently, it's Gallavich all the way. The first fandom I remember drawing for was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, making my own comics. (they were 7th-grade-girl bad).

6. Have you ever received hate on any art?

Nope, people are very supportive, even on pieces that I know aren't that great.

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?

I can't really think of any.

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

The one that has lived in my brain for the longest part of my life is Han/Leia.

9. Do you draw outside of fandom?

Yeah! I was an art major in college. I've been a professional artist for 20 years and have created art for book covers, movie posters, album covers, logos. I go to figure drawing sessions at a local art school and am in a nature journaling group. I've displayed my horror art at conventions around the country.

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?

This was the first piece I ever drew on a tablet with a pressure-sensitive pen. It was an experiment to learn the tools. I had no idea how it would look, and it turned out all right.

11. Do you draw smut?

Yep! There's some smut in this gallery.

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?

I've created art for stories working with the author, but I've never co-drawn a piece of art. Unless you count playing Exquisite Corpse with my children.

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?

Oh, I have a lot. The one I think about most is a picture of Ian and Mickey in a lineup at jail, looking disheveled, hung over, and completely in love.

15. What are your drawing strengths?

I like my compositions a lot, the flow of items throughout the picture. I feel like I'm good at drawing what I see in a realistic way, whether it's a photo or real life.

16. What are your drawing weaknesses?

Drawing from memory/imagination. I have to have reference photos of what I'm doing or I go off the rails. I need to develop more trust in my own style and lean into weird proportions and my own skewed vision.

17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn?

I'm quite partial to this book cover art I did. It's spray paint, pastel, and acrylic. It's about 4 feet tall.

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?

Just because I've been doing it for a while doesn't mean I'm not still learning every day.

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?

I have a lot of emotional energy churning below the surface. Creating art and fics helps get it out. It's a much more positive outlet than letting it brew.

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favorite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight.

I have a basement office where I write and draw. I bought a new table this year which I absolutely love. I do most of my creative work between 9-11 pm after the rest of my family has gone to bed. I do love music and play it a lot while I draw.

I research a ton. I spend a lot of time making photo compositions for every piece I draw, which are collages of body parts and other images.

Thank you so much for the tag for this interview!

#fan art #about me #artist interview

27 notes · View notes

torterracotta · 8 months

Note

BANSHEE???? THE COP?????

look, i went from the available choices, and my vote went to Beto anyway

Let's break these choices down, yeah?

Cyclops - tl;dr There are specific periods of time where Scott is "hot," and the vast majority of the time he isn't! Is he my blorbo? Yes. Do I run a sideblog where the header is his Foxy Grandpa Ass jutting out? Of course. Can I vote him in good conscience? I don't think so.

Colossus - the man spent how much time trying to fuck a fourteen year old? He heard Mutants were moving to a sex cult island and was baffled because his dead pal Jeff was a human. Pass.

Gambit - not even with Rogue's dick.

Wolverine - I only barely believe he can find the clit, and have ZERO confidence he could locate my prostate, and I'm unsure enough about his grooming habits that I wouldn't willingly put any part of myself in any part of him. Pass.

Iceman - Closeted Iceman? Maybe. But out Iceman is an overcompensating baby gay written almost exclusively by straight dudes, and I have a strict policy of never touching white gays who have "BBC" in their search history.

Warren Kenneth Worthington the Third - do you know what happens to Angel's love interests? I'd rather not be hatecrimed by Cameron Hodge for a few sweaty minutes of underwhelming halfhearted bottoming from a princess who provides the own stuffing for his pillows. Keep flying, birdboy.

Nightcrawler - I know, I know, the man is a sex icon, but I'm not getting involved in any of that family drama. If it's not his evil lesbian moms trying to kill me, it'd be his step-sisters trying to get back in his spandex. Not worth it, especially after all that shit in Way of X.

Havok - Matt Fraction's Clint Barton: The Mutant Flavor???? Listen, I adore a broken man who knows his place as much as the next nigga, don't get me wrong, but if I'm not picking Scott, I'm definitely not picking his Luigi.

I do appreciate his commitment to the bit, though.

Banshee - let's jump back to Cyclops for a minute. Without getting into shipping war bullshit, most of the times he's been "hot" are when he's playing off of Emma Frost, right? Emma's tertiary mutation is the ability to make everyone else more interesting just by association, because she's fucking great. I mean I just read an Iron Man book for her, for fuck's sake. Back in the 90's, when she was newly not-evil, she and Banshee were essentially the co-leads of Generation X, a book that, when it wasn't being the New New New Mutants, about two unreasonably sexy people who couldn't stand each other being unreasonably sexy at each other. Even putting that aside (and if you read a few issues, you'll get it), the man's spent decades dedicated to flying around with his tits out due to mysterious clothing damage, amd I appreciate that.

Sunspot - look, I fixated on him when I was nine, as the only character I could find who was like me at all, and that was ignoring all the gay subtext with his best friend even before it turned into outright queerbaiting. I grew up with him, and he's only gotten better since then. He's the only dude in my top 5 muties. He's flawless (give or take bad taste in men and a propensity for being whitewashed), he's perfect, he's hilarious, he's my vote AND yours, he's Sunspot.

Cannonball - in my seminal 2020 fic, "How Many Times Would You Say You've Been In Love," I summed Beto's Best Boy up thusly:

Sam laughed, a quiet, gentle, chuckle that crinkled the corners of his eyes, not that Roberto could bring himself to look at them. Instead his own eyes travelled everywhere else, from Sam's mess of a mop, to his strong jaw, to the gap in his front teeth, his okay-for-a-white-boy lips, the freckles that covered his nose, and ending up…

Do I love Sam as a character? Absolutely, he's one of the best. But he's not hot, he's a lapse in taste. Love conquers all, they say. 😔

Bishop - as one of exactly two Black men the poll listed, I want to give Bishop his flowers, but I have never read a good Bishop story where he wasn't awful. No baby gays, but no self-hating Black genocidaires, either.

#x men

6 notes · View notes

weclassybouquetfun · 1 year

Text

It's as if we just exited film awards season and now we are in Emmy For Your Consideration (FYC) season and there is already talk about possible 2024 Oscar nominees with the excellent Ben Affleck directed AIR (an interesting and engaging look at how the Michael Jordan collaboration changed the landscape for Nike and athlete campaigns forever) being bandied about. Cannes Film Festival is in May, but before that we can see some of the more pedestrian films that will be adorning theater marquees in coming months thanks CinemaCon - the annual showcase for theater owners.

Hopefully no one will be getting served with legal papers this year!

CinemaCon's schedule

April 24 is International Day where there will be panels discussing the global disruption due to the pandemic, global box office and movie marketing.

Honored during International Day will be producer Barbara and her brother Andres "Andy" Muschietti (THE FLASH) as International Filmmakers of the Year and AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER will be honored with the Comscore International Box Office Achievement Award.

Sony Pictures is the studio to kick off the event. While they have not named a spotlight film, it's likely films that will be touted are: SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE and SPIDERMAN: BEYOND THE SPIDERVERSE

(trailer for the former will drop Tuesday) ,the sex comedy NO HARD FEELINGS starring Jennifer Lawrence, the live-action HAROLD AND THE PURPLE CRAYON, Neil Bomkamp's GRAN TURISMO live-action adaptation that stars Orlando Bloom so you know it will be pants, EQUALIZER 3, KRAVEN THE HUNTER, the untitled GHOSTBUSTERS sequel, Dakota Johnson's MADAME WEB

The rest of the sked

Tuesday: Will be Warner Bros. who are celebrating their 100th anniversary.

Films likely to be showcased include no-brainers like BARBIE, MEG 2: THE TRENCH, THE NUN 2, BLUE BEETLE,

Whose trailer drops tomorrow

AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM, a Timothee Chalamet double-header with DUNE PART TWO

and the musical WONKA, THE COLOR PURPLE, the sequel to GODZILLA vs. KONG, Bong-Joon Ho's MICKEY 17 starring the very talented, but face like a parking meter Robert Pattinson.

They will have a special screening and it will likely be THE FLASH.

Wednesday will be The Walt Disney Company. Thanks to their acquisitions Disney doesn't just mean their Disney branding but 20th Century and Searchlight.

Films likely to be showcased: A HAUNTING IN VENICE, Gareth Edwards TRUE LOVE, Taika Waititi's NEXT GOAL WINS, Jonathan Majors MAGAZINE DREAMS, PETER PAN & WENDY, GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 3, THE LITTLE MERMAID, ELEMENTAL, INDIANA JONES AND THE DIAL OF DESTINY (which will premiere at Cannes), THEATER CAMP, THE HAUNTED MANSION, THE MARVELS

and SNOW WHITE.

The evening Universal and Focus Features will highlight their upcoming slate.

Films likely to be showcased: OPPENHEIMER, FAST X, STRAYS, POLITE SOCIETY, Alexander Payne's THE HOLDOVERS, BOOK CLUB: THE NEXT CHAPTER, the animated RUBY GELMAN: TEENAGE KRAKEN, the adaptation of the 80s series THE FALL GUY cleverly titled THE FALL GUY starring Ryan Gosling, KUNG FU PANDA 4, the untitled PLEASE DON'T DESTROY film featuring the comedy trio of SNL writers Ben Marshall, John Higgins, and Martin Herlihy (the latter two being sons of SNL writers Tim Herlihey and Steve Higgins). Essentially they are the new Lonely Island, but not funny and no rapping skills.

and Wes Anderson's stacked ASTEROID CITY

Paramount will close out the night with a reception celebration TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS.

Thursday Paramount is back at the gate highlighting their upcoming slate. Likely to be showcase: The Tom Cruise juggernaut MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 8: DEAD RECKONING Part One(with a very likely teaser for Part 2), TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM, A QUIET PLACE DAY ONE (which comes out in 2024 but will be released before 2024's CinemaCon)

Director John Kasinski and his cast: Djimon Hounsou, Alex Wolff, Lupita Nyong'o Joseph Quinn.

*I remember when A QUIET PLACE came out and everyone praised that an original concept was having a success - that finally, no established IP was heading up the box office. Now there's sequels and prequels to this bish.

Lionsgate will have a special presentation of their slate.

The seminal literary masterpiece turned schalmatzy film, ARE YOU THERE, GOD, IT'S ME MARGARET , THE BLACKENING (with one of the best taglines I've seen).

*The skit it is based on

youtube

THE EXPENDABLES 4, WHITE BIRD: A WONDER STORY (yes, there is a WONDER universe now), SAW X, THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES and the DIRTY DANCING sequel.

including a screening of the raunchy comedy, JOYRIDE starring whose cast is being honoured as Best Comedy Ensemble at the event.

5 notes · View notes

rjalker · 2 years

Text

[ID: A flag with five desaturated horizontal stripes of: brown, green, yellow, green, and brown. The second version has text over it that reads:

"'what gender are you?'

'I’m a super mutant.'

'what are your pronouns?'

'can’t remember. it’s been a while since anyone talked to me all civilized-like.'".

End ID.]

I'm giving each flag from this post its own post so it's easier to read. This is the post that started it all.

As long as you aren't on my DNI, you can use these flags for whatever you'd use a pride flag for. Redbubble designs, headers, icons, even printing them out and putting them on shirts or whatever.

The flag with the text will appear in this redbubble collection when it's done loading.

fun fact I'm using the font "courier new" because I thought it'd be funny.

DNI:

Anti-MOGAI, anti-Queer, anti-Xenogenders, anti-Neopronouns, aphobes, panphobes, exclusionists incluidng mspec-lesbian/gay exclusionists, people who are “”neutral”” on “”ace discourse””, TERFs, transmeds, transphobes, anti-BLM, anti-endogenic systems, Trump supporters, porn blogs, MAPS/pro-shippers/anti-antis, zoophiles, people who let anyone reblog from them, and people who don’t care who they reblog from, bigots in general, people I have blocked, do not interact. You will be blocked

#trans #nonbinary #xenogender #FNV #Fallout new vegas #fallout genders #described images

4 notes · View notes

nuadox · 9 months

Text

Study: Organoids could greatly improve research on respiratory infections

- By Nuadox Crew -

Researchers at EPFL have made a significant breakthrough in bioengineering by developing organoids called AirGels, which model the human respiratory tract.

These AirGels allow scientists to study the mechanism by which antibiotic-resistant pathogens, like Pseudomonas aeruginosa, infect the respiratory tract. Biofilms, which are communities of bacteria highly resistant to treatment, have posed challenges in infection research. While biofilm formation has been studied in laboratory conditions, understanding their development in the complex environment of the human respiratory tract has been elusive.

Led by Alexandre Persat, the team at EPFL successfully created AirGels, miniature 3D tissues grown from stem cells that accurately mimic human lung tissue. The AirGels revolutionize infection research by replicating the physiological properties of the airway mucosa, including mucus secretion and ciliary beating. This technology allows scientists to study airway infections in a more realistic and comprehensive manner, bridging the gap between laboratory studies and clinical observations.

In their study published in PLoS Biology, the researchers used AirGels to investigate the role of mucus in biofilm formation by Pseudomonas aeruginosa. By infecting the AirGels with this bacterium and using high-resolution live microscopy, they discovered that P. aeruginosa induces contraction of the host's mucus using retractile filaments called type IV pili (T4P). The T4P filaments generate the necessary forces to contract the airway's mucus, allowing P. aeruginosa cells to aggregate and form a biofilm. This mechanism was validated through simulations and biophysical experiments on selected P. aeruginosa mutants.

The study demonstrates that the AirGel organoid model offers unique insights into the mechanical interactions between bacteria and their hosts' environments. This discovery of a previously unknown mechanism contributing to biofilm formation in the respiratory tract has promising implications for infection research and targeted treatments against antibiotic-resistant pathogens.

Overall, the ability to engineer organoids that faithfully replicate the mucosal environment presents new opportunities for exploring overlooked aspects of infections and investigating the impact of various physiological factors on infection development and progression.

Header image: Human airway epithelial cells following differentiation and development inside an AirGel tissue-engineered airway. Mucus is green, cilia is orange, actin is pink, and nuclei are blue. Credit: Tamara Rossy (EPFL).

Source: École polytechnique fédérale de Lausanne (EPFL)

Full study: Rossy T, Distler T, Meirelles LA, Pezoldt J, Kim J, Talà L, et al. (2023) Pseudomonas aeruginosa type IV pili actively induce mucus contraction to form biofilms in tissue-engineered human airways. PLoS Biol 21(8): e3002209. https://doi.org/10.1371/journal.pbio.3002209