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Tello was overjoyed upon finding the pile of invites, familiar from the last time he’s seen them. It’s been three rough years of struggling with not being able to regularly see the family and friends made at camp. Some of those friends had even died in that time, and his family — those in this small part of the multiverse, at least — were still struggling with the loss. And he hasn’t seen his precious son in that time, despite so long of trying to access that particular world. He hoped, desperately, to find Three there again. This time, he wanted to make sure he took his little sweetheart home. He had been scared to, last time, but now that Nox, someone he wanted to call a son, and Leonardo, Three’s main father, were dead, he desperately wanted to make sure Three was with him. He didn’t want to wait too long.

Nardo, as their camp friends had nicknamed him, was especially struggling. His arms were littered with the consequences of trying over and over again to ‘prevent another death’, like the lives of everyone in the multiverse were somehow on his shoulders. Not even the entire family could pull it off of him. Perhaps … perhaps going to camp would help? They would see all their friends again. Like Leo, the other young slider from camp. Or it could make it worse. Nardo had a lot of trauma from camp last year. From nearly being killed by one of the more erratic Leonardos of camp, to being told how every other version of himself suffered, to nearly losing one of his newfound friendships in a few unfortunate words … It had taken a long time for Nardo to start trusting the words ‘I love you’ again.

Nothing for it but to try.

Tello politely took the letter, thanking the bird, before heading inside. Donnie was by his side fairly quickly. The younger turtle already spent a lot of focus on Tello when everyone believed him to be a child, but now that they had fixed that little issue, Tello found Donnie to be even more desperate for praise. Not that he minded. He wanted the best for his younger self.

“What is it?” Donnie asks, peering at the letter from behind Tello. He hadn’t quite matched Tello’s height in those three years, but he had gotten close. All of the teens- well, young adults now, were looking more and more like the family he remembered.

“It’s from camp.” Tello says with his characteristic soft smile. “Here’s the one for you and your brothers.”

“Where’s Leo’s?”

“I’ll handle Leo’s.” Tello says firmly. “I’ll see you there.”

Donnie nods and dashes off, excited to go to camp again. He cackles as he goes, muttering something about hoping to make a bit more friends this time, and wanting to see the emo Don he had met before. Granted, Donnie didn’t quite match the emo scene anymore. Or, not always, at least. A while ago, Donnie had said he wanted to try to expand his knowledge of style, and so it changed from day to day. He showed no signs of settling any time soon.

Tello smiles softly, before turning his attention to the door and turning more serious. He reaches for the handle, mentally preparing to face the younger version of his twin brother.

He wondered, quietly, if his twin, from his timeline, had ever gotten this bad. Casey had been sparse on the details. If Nardo was anything to go by …

I wish you were still here. I wish I had been there, for whatever you went through.

He would be there now. For the ones he still had.

Tello cracked open the door. The air was stifling in here. He forces his eyes to move from the floor to his father and Nardo, sitting together on the bed. Nardo’s eyes were dull, full of pain and intrusive thoughts. His arms were safely wrapped up with gauze, for now, and Tello could feel his heart ache for his twin. The poor kid.

“What is it, Violet?” Papa asked quietly, arms wrapped around Nardo like he could get through to him if he just stayed long enough.

“We got an invitation.” Tello says softly, humming to himself as he tried to figure out if Nardo was well enough to ask.

“Well, it would be good to get out of the house …” Papa muses, gently rubbing Nardo’s shell as he thought about it. “What were we invited to?”

“Camp-” Tello held up the invitation as he spoke, only for Nardo to suddenly snatch it from his hands, suddenly alert. Nardo stared at the invite, eyes scanning it, before tears slid down his cheeks.

“It’s too late.” Nardo whispers. “Why would they send this when it's too late? He’s already dead!”

“Leo might-”

Nardo looked up, and Tello cut himself off, realizing it was the wrong thing to say. He felt he could almost hear the intrusive thoughts coming from Nardo’s brain. “He’ll be there?”

Tello’s throat tightened. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if Leo would be there, and he still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to go.

“If he’s there, Violet will be there to keep him safe.” Papa says, and Tello feels a swelling of gratitude in his chest. “You’ll stay with me, Blue.”

“What if-” Nardo’s voice sounds shaky, and Tello wonders if he’s remembering Leonardo.

“Tello will handle it.” Papa says firmly. “You aren’t going to camp. Not while these are still a problem.” He fingers the gauze for a moment, only to find his fingers stained with that sickening glowing blue. Papa struggles with that for a moment. “In the meantime, these need changed. Come.”

And with that, Papa leads Nardo away, leaving Tello feeling shaky and concerned. Papa had this. Tello just had to take care of the other four and not let anyone get hurt.

He had people who needed him anyways, and he hoped they were at camp. He hoped they were okay in the three years they had been without him.

Tello slips out of the room to gather them all. His wife, the kids, and Jones, since one of these invites had been labeled for him.

It was time for camp.

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Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1

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Folks, backup your Tumblrs, for real this time

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in honor of trans day of visibility

💙💕🤍💕💙

to any trans people seeing this—you are seen, you are valid, you are loved

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Haaaiiii!! Just wanna say that i am now open for business! ( commissions )

You can now personally commission me for any art piece you want whether it’s for characters you love or your own oc’s! I have my commissions open on Artistree! The link is right below the commission info.

My artistree

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Haaaiiii!! Just wanna say that i am now open for business! ( commissions )

You can now personally commission me for any art piece you want whether it’s for characters you love or your own oc’s! I have my commissions open on Artistree! The link is right below the commission info.

My artistree

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Calico (an OC from Old Soul) aka Aqualad.

(rambles about him under the cut if you care.)

So, I redesigned Atlanteans. Fin calves were boring to me. The sclera is dark. They have fin-like ears and webbed fingers and fish scales in places. I also drew gills, and added a pale fish belly quality to his throat.

Anyways, this is Alejandro (he hates the name) aka Calico aka Aqualad. The sad guppy boy of Teen Titans East. He's the youngest of a large royal family, most of which are dead, and he became a hero to spite his dad (who is abusive and a tyrant). He has a close relationship to @olliethescribe's Hypno and turtles (the Pēwhairangi family), and was brought to hang out with them frequently enough to be counted as family. Despite being a fish, he likes to learn about machines and other surface stuff.

(In Old Soul, Calico is Casey Junior's bio dad, but here, they're unrelated.)

Oh, and can I just say? I loved designing his costume. The purple is to evoke a 'royal' color. The green and gold match his scales. The collar was fun, and his boots are these gold edged platforms that I think are really cool. (They're removable for when he has to swim. Impractical, but he thought it was cool.)

(SuperBat stuff)

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Remember: the more difficult you make it for them to realize a report is false, the more useless you make the portal.

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Have you rested enough, my dear?

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it’s crazy how absolutely blatantly luigi’s constitutional rights are being breached and people seem more concerned about his appearance than a real, scary view of the power CEOs and the healthcare industry have over the legal system. like yeah he looks good in those photos i can appreciate that too but can we focus on the fact that the media is absolutely treating him as if he has already been found guilty. this could happen to anyone. anyone could be arrested over the death of a wealthy, influential person and the precedent being set right now is essentially that the prosecution can run wild and create documentaries declaring your guilt. like that’s really serious and scary.

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USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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Took this from Instagram because this is urgent US folks.

You need to call and email your reps no matter if you live in a red or blue state. This cannot be allowed to pass.

It will prevent anyone who has ever changed their name from voting (including their last name)

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I’ve been thinking about it for a while and pondering over it. So would you guys be interested in it?

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you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you’re next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! say her name!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

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This is good advice before any storm! Insurance will probably be a pain anyway, but at least you'll have something documented.

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PSA: Paypal on some more shady shit

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