...this could have been an email text post
hi hello, i’m snacku ur local first gen/90s turtlemania survivor/”87 fan”/”90s fan” and I hurt my own feelings contemplating Donatello Ninjaturtle
bAcK iN mY dAy... Donnie didn’t like.... have this many fans out here, at least not as much as my then preteen brain remembers-- it was mostly Leo’re Raph I saw. like i AM accounting for hanging out here, on tumblr, for my tmnt content, and the iterations that are especially popular with turtles just straight up made more blorbable than others here but like ......hmm there’s too many disparate thoughts I’mma bullet point instead
like hhhh there’s so much I’m gonna/gotta gloss over ‘cuz I’m still pretending this is my original art blog and not the tmnt fanart blog I’m slowly mutating into
anyway, endlessly hilarious to me Donnie went from this kinda dweeby mechanical engineer gear head character to this dweeby (affectionate) computer science menace
that he (and his brothers) used to be max 5′, and now he’s just Taller than his brothers
for me, originally all of them would’ve been able to at least survive alone but now, as goods and services become more accessible via internet now it’s like for fanon Donnie’s become utterly indispensable to the survival of his family and that makes me kinda sad in a way I’m not even gonna try to unravel why
i do not have a whiteboard big enough or the dry eraser markers that work on the first try to draw a Pepe Silvia-level theory board on the jumps in technology, how it’s affected public perception, the whole Nerds R Cool phenomenon and how it’s affected/will affect Donatello’s characterization/audience reception in future iterations
with electronic waste being what it’s become, fast fashion waste too... I am so curious how Donnie’s (and the rest of them) gonna look like in designs/redesigns
(still have a hard time bay!Donnie didn’t, like, cobble together a 3D printer or even fix an industrial textile machine but like I get it, their look was very Scávenge S/S 2016)
tl;dr tech advancements have been silly strong and since 2016 Donnie’s just out here with personal tech like 20 years ahead instead of recycled junk to keep contemporarily functional lolololololololol
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Thinking about YouTuber Steve who’s gaining a lot of popularity with his weekly vlogs. The routine is very similar: he goes to work, hangs out with friends, acts silly for the camera, cooks for his roommate, watches movies with his roommate, goes out with his roommate.
His roommate is there a lot.
His new growing fanbase doesn’t take long to divide into factions regarding Steve’s dating life and sexuality; There are ships, OTPs, people who want him single so they can date him, and a surprisingly small portion which questions his heterosexuality, which gets always shut up by the following compelling arguments:
“stop assuming he’s gay.”
“Steve doesn’t look gay. He’s just a guy, a former jock, who loves to cook and hangs out with friends. A friend more than the others, but it’s his roommate so it makes sense, right?”
“And yes, they do cuddle while watching movies, but who doesn’t love a cuddle? You don’t have to be gay for that.”
“Sure, they hold hands when they go out but the city is crowded and they might lose each other.”
“Since when two male friends can’t be close without assuming that they’re gay?”
“Have you ever seen them kiss in ten minutes of weekly vlog? No, so drop your gay agenda already.”
And Steve Harrington, who started the whole vlog thing in the first place because he wanted to update his friends who live miles away and still doesn’t know how he got this much heteronormative bullcrap in his comments, has had enough.
One day, Steve Just-A-Guy Harrington, wakes up and chooses violence.
He replies to a tiktok comment that says “stop assuming he’s gay” with another video.
It begins with Steve glaring at the camera “oh yes please, stop assuming I’m gay.”
Then there’s a quick motion and Steve is pulling a curly haired guy into frame: Eddie, his roommate/platonic friend/totally not his boyfriend of 5+ years.
Eddie yawns, looking sleepily at the camera “are you vlogging?”
“I’m proving a point” Steve replies, then kisses him. They almost get lost into it, but Steve is a man on a mission, so he pulls back and turns to the camera.
“This is Eddie, my boyfriend. Not a friend who’s a boy, you delusional homophobes, we are together, a couple, in a relationship. We haven’t been just friends for over 5 years. We live together, he isn’t just a roommate.
And even if he was just my roommate, do you think I would live with this” he squeezes Eddie’s cheeks between his fingers and zooms in to show his face up close. Eddie blinks a couple of times, but let’s Steve do whatever he wants.
“Do you seriously think that I would live with this 24/7 and stay straight? Like, are you insane?” He gives Eddie a quick smack on the lips, leaving him blushing and more confused than ever.
Usually, it’s Eddie the one getting almost feral over Steve, not the other way around.
He doesn’t complain.
“So yeah, stop assuming I’m gay. Because I’m bi, you homophobic little shits.”
The video ends with Eddie pulling Steve for more than a quick peck on the lips, and Steve throwing the phone on their couch, face down.
Somehow, under Steve’s video, there’s still someone that comments “I mean, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just bros helping bros, right?”
Steve is too busy making out with his “bro” to read it.
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So what exactly is Dion’s deal did he never apologise to raz after raz ran for camp or the whole joining the psychonauts thing I think it’s a bit silly to still hold a grudge for so long especially from what your ten year old brother did when you were a teen or is it a  series of misunderstandings mix with miscommunications that piled up over time????
(for reference, this post introduces where Dion is in FSAU and his relationship with Raz!)
the answer to that is kind of a big ol' "it's complicated". but a large part of it is just that, yeah, they kind of never really resolved that tension of Dion being angry at Raz for running away? i was gonna write an essay but actually i think a ficlet is a more interesting way to get the same ideas across, so:
"Y'know, you still never apologised."
Dion's hands stilled over the knot on the tent rope. He met Frazie's eyes, and Frazie grimaced. She shook her head.
Don't, her mind urged, nudging against the dull embers of his own. I know you've been needling each other all day, but can we please just once have a get-together without you two blowing up at each other?
Dion either didn't notice her suggestion, or flat-out ignored it. He fastened the knot, and then rose to look over his shoulder at Raz.
"Apologised for what, exactly?"
Raz was stood over by the tub, washing dishes with his back turned to the two of them. His body language was casual as he shrugged, but Frazie didn't miss the shivers of tension that rippled off his aura.
"Oh, you know," he said lightly, "for how you treated me when I came back from Whispering Rock. And come to think of it, how you've treated me every year after that, too. But hey, who's counting?"
Dion strode over. Frazie's mental urgings became a klaxon - don't, don't, for god's sake Dion just let it go this once -
"Funny that you think I should be the one apologizing."
Raz set a dish down hard on the table.
"Funny, huh?" There was unrestrained venom in his voice, now. Frazie turned her focus to him, but her mind had barely brushed against his own before there were iron-clad barriers slamming down. It was like having a door shut on your fingers, and Frazie recoiled, wincing as a headache blossomed across her temples.
"That's right," Dion said. "After everything you did, you still think you deserve an apology?"
Raz dried his hands off, and turned, slowly. Dion had come right up to him, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin in every effort to reduce the height difference between them. Raz leaned back, a careful, obvious display of nonchalance, and Dion moved forward another inch.
"Everything I did, huh?" Raz said. "Hey, Frazie, are you hearing this? Dion says that I-"
"Can you two just stop, already?" Frazie cut in. "I'm so sick of - you have this argument every time! When is one of you going to grow up and-"
Dion thrust his finger at Raz, and Raz flinched back another inch. "Yeah, right, like he wasn't the one who started this whole-"
"Don't raise your voice at me," Frazie hissed.
"I'm not! I'm talking to-"
"I started it, huh?" Raz's grin was almost a snarl, a wary animal showing teeth as he eyed up Dion. "Now how's that figure?"
Dion turned back to him, eyes blazing.
"Don't play dumb," he said. "You know what you did."
"Explain it to me, smart guy."
"You want me to say it? Fine! I'll say it!" Dion flung his arms out - he was really yelling now, the same way Dad always had, and Raz's snarl pulled back to his molars. "You abandoned our family! You betrayed the man who raised you, you turned your back on the circus-"
"The circus?!" Raz crowed. "This is about the circus, now?"
"Don't act like it's not," Dion fumed. "We've lost half our act. Did you even think about how hard it is to keep things running, to put shows together with two less pairs of hands?"
"The circus is doing fine-"
"You knew this was Dad's dream!" For a moment, Dion's voice cracked, something other than anger showing on his face. "You've heard him talk about it, same as I have. About how all he wants is to bring the family name back to its old glory. But that's right, you never cared about any of that."
Raz straightened up, setting into his stance as Dion moved closer into his space.
"Dad wanted me to be happy," he said.
Dion scoffed. "Sure. Because all you ever think about is yourself."
"Yeah, well, you know what?" Raz shot back. "I am happy! I bet that's more than can be said for you, isn't it, Dion?"
"I know there's more important things than-"
"Gotta make sure you're Dad's favourite, isn't that right?" Raz was holding himself back from shouting, but the words were picking up speed like a freight train. "Gotta make him happy! Gotta live his dreams for him, because god forbid you think about yourself for once in your miserable life! Or maybe you're afraid, huh, maybe you're scared that one day he'll be angry at you and-"
"Our father is-"
"Enough!" Frazie yelled. "I am done with having to listen to this from you two! Either take it outside the camp, or can it."
The two of them locked eyes with her for a moment, Dion with his jaw clenched and Raz's shoulders rising and falling. Then, abruptly, Raz slammed the rag he was holding onto the table and spun sharply on his heel to stride away.
"Hey!" Dion snapped, reaching out and seizing his arm. "I'm not done with-"
Frazie felt something suddenly light up blazing in Raz's aura - tension, fear, panic, danger danger danger - and then Raz moved too fast for her eyes to follow, pivoting his torso, and when she blinked Dion was sprawled out on the ground, wheezing as the wind was knocked out of him.
Raz was breathing hard. She took a step forward, and he flinched, his head snapping up to meet her gaze. He blinked. Then suddenly the tension that had been boiling at his brow was gone, dispelled in an instant. He cleared his throat, and straightened up, brushing himself down.
Dion groaned.
"What the fuck was that for," he gasped, struggling to lift himself up onto his elbows. Raz flinched again, and then looked away.
"Don't - don't come at me from behind like that," he said stiffly. He flexed his hands, and then added, "I'm gonna go - check on the caravans."
He turned, brushing past Frazie as she knelt to help Dion up. Once he was out of earshot, she said, "good job, dumbass."
Dion gave her a look that was equal parts pissed-off and pleading.
"I - he - he sta-"
"'He started it'?" Frazie simpered. "Gimme a break. You need to grow up. Both of you," she added, when Dion opened his mouth to retort.
Dion closed his mouth again. But he didn't say anything straight away. He just furrowed his brow, leaning on his elbows and staring off into the forest.
"Hey," Frazie said, when it had become clear that Dion would be content to brood for the rest of the evening. "Listen, you two need to talk about this. And I don't mean another shouting match, I mean, like actually talking."
Dion pouted. "Ugh, don't start. Next thing you're gonna say I need to apologise to you, too."
Frazie usually had a pretty high tolerance for bullshit from her whiny brothers. But after everything else she'd put up with that day, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. She shoved Dion back into the dirt, and leapt to her feet.
"Fine," she said, striding away as he spluttered. "Screw you too, asshole."
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Madness Mansion of Helter Spider 23
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"hmm so you choice to leave him to suffer and parish." Morpho chuckle. " Hmm, that's a good choice... Follow me, the place should be here. " He soon walk to a direction, you quickly follow suit to him. He reach out to the beautiful jewels surrounded with crystal hearts and sweets... As well a purple butterfly.
" Oh. It seems that we cant touch that world at the moment. It's on that timeline. " He mumble before you know it Maid Blood have come running to the two of you and stared at the jewel as if seeing something.
" BASTARD RABBIT, KISSING MY SPOUSE!! STUPID CLONE KILL EM KILL EM!" he seems to be really angry about something as Morpho pry him off the jewel. "What a disturbing and unhinged simp." He added as he throw the other across the gallery.
"W-what was that..." You think you just saw him mad like blood for a moment. "That? Ah. A delusional person. Don't bother with him... Hmm let see where's the current timeline." He start to click something in a holographic screen.
As you watch in curiosity, you suddenly felt your chess becoming quite suffocating. Like something is gripping it so tightly.
"Ah? What's wrong? " The guardian pause and look at you who's now on the floor coughing and trying to catch a breath.
"... Oh. Your going to have a bad time." He suddenly find your situation in a dare state. "Do you know the story of Persephone and hades...? Hades give her a pomegranate to keep her by his side..." He kneel down and poke your forehead, it somehow lessen the pain. "Sadly in your case... You were feed more than she did... " He chuckle a bit, it seems his very amuse by your suffering.
"scheming some crap again, i see. I see." Maid blood who's finally back commented and stared down at you boredly. " You know. That guy never told you... But your thoughts is openly being read by him... " He suddenly have a twisted grin. Your eyes widen at what he said. " Oh voices in your head, Shall you persist or Shall you not."
" Your awfully noisy right now." Morpho guardian stood up and sigh. His face become expressionless. " Do you care about them--'
"Not really." The other quickly answers. "The only thing that stops me from ending them is that they are my beloved creation." He yawned sleepily. "I would destroy everything and do everything for my precious... So why would I care about some troubles of someone else? " He smile happily as if he just don't say something scary at all.
" I forget that even if you all are different, somehow something stays the same. " Morpho guardian rolled his eyes before he look at you who's in the floor. " I do have to apologize. Those choices are a test for you... Sadly you failed. To begin with... Don't you notice your little " choices in the head of yours don't have the same [ You have chosen (statement) ] when you began your part? Because it's not back yet.... A part of you ignored the warning of what left of [ kindness] of that."
He point at maid Blood who's looking at a screen, the screen shows a clip of two people being married in a traditional way, looking close the person looks like him but the other person have their back to the [ camera] but you can hear them says:
[ hanii ~ I don't mind getting married with you a thousand times eheheh. Because I love you! ] As that voice spoke out, it sound familiar and not. Yet Maid blood look longingly and have a lovesick smile on his face.
[ Your only supposed to say I do! B-but--... I love you too...!! (。・//ε//・。)] The Groom Turns bright red, at that part maid blood clicked his tongue in disdain.
"stupid clone, say more! Stupid! Say you'll do anything for them! Lock them up! Stop them from approaching that spouse stealing rabbit! Cook him alive! Fucking Bastard kiss my spouse after killing and have blood on his hands! Hateful bastard! It's not even hygienic!! Pathetic shit" He complained as he shakes the screen. "I wanna burned that fucking love triangle tag... " He seems to try to punch something you can't see.
"... well it's probably cause your his spouse creation that made him act such way." The guardian sigh at the sight of Maid Blood.
"Hey you, stupid kid." Maid blood look up to you. "Haft of bit of you wish to not see your little knight die. The other wish to [ marry ] someone your not supposed to know. Kokoko... Do you know. That [ doll ] will kill you because [ Ritsu Sakuma, Kuma ] is supposed to find the world of Darling Dolls-- [Phantom] and in which will lead them to the location of the Dollmaker.... Yet [ Kuma ] have left astray for his mission, others from his world would not like it even one bit, after all... Dolls are quite one who don't like being left by their owner, being abandoned is something they all can't take so lightly." He stood up and went to get some stuff from side of the gallery.
" Stop being noisy." Morpho sighs as his little fun is gone now.
"Since you don't want me to be noisy, I will be more noisy! Kokoko." Maid blood appear again but holding a huge mochi of someone familiar yet not face being chibified. "Anyway. Stupid kid. [ Kuma ] is being killed over and over again by that lunatic--"
" Just like you. How hilarious. " (Morpho guardian)
" --and his listening to all the thoughts in your head since the very beginning you arrive here. Now what ever chances you wish. It's gone now... That person... Don't dream someone like him go ever change. The world of his doesn't allow it. They love villain like him, and it will stay that way." he hugs the huge mochi as he seat in the floor.
"lucky you, you can still save Kuma of yours. Bye bye, stupid kid. It seems the hatless hatter finally caught you."
He then point at the strings that you don't notice is tied on you.
" To begin with... That annoying guy cannot have an expense to have the likes of [ Blood Mad Hatter] out of his au... Cause, if your gone off the twisted world. Hatless psycho can access the gallery... It's the deal with my love... How charming of them. " He sigh Dreamily as he mentioned his beloved.
" Your not from that au, but your life is created for that au. My beloved likes to pry into business they shouldn't care, you see. Your their way to get hold of the twisted world from inside out... You already spend many years there... You have taken root in that world and soon their plan will work. How amazing, as expected of them! " He once again cannot help but admire their darling plan.
"Have fun having two versions of your punishment. Ahahaha-- " before you know it something -- no someone dragged you back to the jewel representing the twisted world.
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"Can you not?" The Morpho guardian stared at the one who abandoned his name who's hugging one of the merchandise of his spouse.
"What? Your face is fucking ugly, don't stare at me like that. Disgusting." The nameless one look at his landlord in disdain.
"Whatever, clean the whole gallery again or I'm going to put some tags again."
"HEY! YOU BASTARD! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"
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