#Price of a Cure

[cursedcatchild]

Price of a Cure AU Masterpost

Summary:

Splinter gets ill and turn out the only thing that can heal him is a mermaid’s pearl, which is grows on their chest and they are religiously protective of it. The boys go try to ask the mermaids, but the fishy ladies get angry at them and chase them away. While on the run, Leo turns around and snatches a pearl. He gets caught tho and cursed to turn into a mermaid or well merturtle.

Good news is, now Leo can grow the pearl needed to cure Splinter himself. Bad news, there is no cure for Leo.

First concept + art

Info:

This is currently a side AU!!!

There will be no contiguous comic or fic about it but oneshots and short comics about certain events are planned.

Feel free to send asks. I might even draw stuff for them.

Lore :

Asks: Hiding in shell? , Abilities , Mermaid Pearls , Abilities & Effect of the moon ( With art) , About Mermaids , Leo's Transformation ,

Comics: (Coming soon)

The beginning (mini series) :

Mermaid Curse Twins' Bond Tribe

Random :

Siren Voice

[gothghostiie]

going through my Price phase hard right now, pray for me

uhm… any thoughts on BlueCollar!Price? or just any Price crumbs in general? Ghostie, I’ve become unwell for him, it’s like a disease—

that's what I've been feeling like for a year straight welcome to my world

cw: fluff, reader is a stay at home spouse, gn!reader

blue collar!price coming home from a hard day at work. sweaty, greasy, exhausted and sore. he drops his heavy boots at the door with a groan, stripping his shirt so hes in just his dirty work pants and a white undershirt thats just a wee bit too short, his chubby tummy poking out just a bit (he blames you and your 'bloody cookin' for it). hugs you from behind in the kitchen while you finish up dinner, nuzzling into you and smelling your perfume while murmuring a greeting, something about how much he missed wrapping his arms around his little bird.

grumbles as you shoo him into the shower, complaining quietly but doing as hes told, like an old dog. but that sweet pout that makes him look like a grouchy grandpa is all gone when he comes back down to a set table and hot food, his spouse smiling while pouring him a drink. he smiles and kisses your head, soft praises falling from his chapped lips. "such a good lil' thing, ain'tcha? always treating me so well, doing it with a smile too. such a good doll. youre a treat." hes got you blushing and smiling while eating dinner, offering to do the dishes - like he does every night - just to be gently cussed out and sent to the couch - like every night. now he sits there in his armchair, all that's missing is you in his lap. he's dozing, the tv running with the news or whatever is on when he turns it on, waiting for his favourite person to make his evening perfect <3

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@maplewhisk

[blue-hair-and-pronouns-tourney]

Welcome one and all, to the Blue Hair and Pronouns Tournament!!

Polls will be posted tomorrow, please see the bracket below to see the pairs!

And a big thanks to @thatneoncrisis for allowing me to use their art of Pash!

[melodiesofmidnight]

I genuinely love that they had Ellie call Joel out for being a lying, self-preservationist coward directly to Gail's face after he fed her an entire cavalry's load of horseshit re: Eugene's death. If you truly believe you did the right thing, own it. Team Ellie 100% on that.

[crowlixcx]

I can't believe it's finally here. macbeth 2: electric boogaloo

[shxnigxmi]

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 ❤︎︎ [ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

ఌ synopsis: you eagerly await the return of your husband, and he can’t wait to be in your arms once again

ఌ content warnings: foul language, anxiety, domestic fluff, ghost is literally whipped—

ఌ author’s note: why is physical affection so hard? like someone hold me in their arms and keep me safe but like do it without actually touching me cause i fucking hate that fucking shit /:(

—

Beat down and bone-tired. Ghost was exhausted.

Simon was exhausted. And he let out a tired huff as he slid the key into the lock of his front door before he twisted it with a click. Repeated the same process with the handle before he was twisting it and trudging inside, dropping his heavy duffel on the ground as he slid out of his sneakers. Black Nikes he traded in for his combat boots back at base.

“Lovey,” he called out into the apartment as he kicked his shoes off. When he didn’t get an answer his immediate response was to tighten up with panic. Muscles taut against the profound ache of weariness that weighed down heavily on his bones.

At least he would have, but there was no need for such a reaction. Because he could see the door to your art room slightly ajar, the soft golden light coming from the lamp you kept on the desk in the corner bathing the hallway in it’s pale glow. And he could hear you humming, your voice soft as angels and melodic as a siren bewitching him to come closer as your taut chords strung the sound together beautifully. He smiled.

Inhaling a breath that felt like it had cleansed his lungs is when he noticed the scent of pumpkin spice, and he tilted his head at the small glow in the corner of the living room. A candle, the flame small as the scented candle was no more than three inches tall. The rightfully themed orange wax sat in a small glass container. Tiny and withheld there on the table by the bookcase.

He wondered why he hadn’t noticed the small flickering before, or why the scent had evaded him until just now. Perhaps he really was tired. Or maybe it was because he heard you, and the fact that he was aware you were present in this home you shared with him made him feel more at peace. Softer and less tightly wound, less of Ghost and more of Simon the longer he stood there before the shut and locked front door.

Yes, the candle added it’s aroma to the homely vibe his apartment was bathed in. But it was you that made it feel truly like home, it was you that made it feel safe and comfortable. Here with you he could be Simon, he could be human.. just a man yearning for love and affection. Wanting to be taken care of and held tenderly.

Out there in the real world, the world that’s full of vile and hateful shadows that prowl in the darkness waiting for an innocent victim is where he needed to be Ghost. Lieutenant Riley. Cold, hard, calculated and cruel.

Here with you… he could just be Simon. Your loving and devoted husband.

So he smiled minutely, a gentle thing tugging the corners of his lips up minutely to put a soft look on his face. Happy. He paced to the art room, the first door on the left at the mouth of the hallway, before he peered inside through the wide gape you had left the door with.

And the warmth in his chest bubbled at the sight of you, sat in that stool with one leg tucked up and laid down on the flat of the stool. Your other leg bent at the knee as you used it to rest your elbow so your paintbrush strokes could be more fine. Simon smiled at the way you looked so domestic, a large shirt —no doubt one of his— draping your figure. Large sweatpants that bunched up around your ankles and have been rolled at the waistline. And a pair of crew socks. Your hair was pushed out of your face with an elastic headband. And it was then in that moment when he had brought his eyes back up to your face that he noticed the headphones.

He was perfectly happy just watching you as you worked in your element, the way you guided the paintbrush across the canvas was mesmerizing. Perfect strokes as you moved your hand in an arch to curve the colorful line you’d just created.

It wasn’t until you were painting the left side of the canvas did you notice the figure out of the corner of your eye. You felt a brief sense of electrified panic and fear of an intruder as you quickly flicked your head to the doorway— and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just Simon.

Humming you went back to it, switching out the wide brush for a fine point one and using the fibers to scoop up a dollop of green before.. wait—

You froze, then looked back to the doorway. And sure enough he was still stood there, arms folded across his chest and leaning against the doorframe with a playful glint in his eye and smug smile on his lips. Bare to you at the expense of his mask rolled up to the bridge of his nose. Simon!

“Simon!” You squealed, clambering off the stool and setting the paint pallet there alongside your headphones before you were spinning and leaping into your husband’s strong and loving arms.

He chuckled deeply at your enthusiasm, then reached down to grab your thighs before he was hoisting you up to encourage you to wrap your legs around his wide waist. And you did so with little more prompting.

“I missed you doll,” he murmured into your hair and you laughed wetly as you snuggled your face closer into his neck. Warm and bare to you, vulnerable to loving pecks as you welcomed your hubby home.

“I missed you too Si. So much.” You pulled back from his embrace of just enough to cup his face and pull his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and you gently held his face as he pressed his lips firmly back against yours.

No matter how many times you and he shared saliva it felt like the first kiss every single time. That first kiss that you can recall happening on your porch, the porch just out the front door he had just come through.

It was the first date, after you two had met in a bar downtown you’d hit it off rather quick. And he offered a nice and quiet walk alongside the large pond in the city’s square. The pond that had a beautiful fountain in the middle, and as you walked with him slowly but surely you had gotten to know a bit more about him.

What with his black balaclava and the fierce and brooding aura about him, it had been a shock he’d asked you to join him outside. He had seemed prickly and more of lone wolf type of guy when you’d seen him across the bar all those nights ago. And you were surprised when you’d both ended up at the bar together.

He wasn’t. Because he had noticed you too, and he had been trying to scrounge up some courage to approach you. Eventually, his teammates had pushed him to stand and go order another drink when they saw that you had returned to the bar.

And the rest has all led up today, to that electrified kiss. A kiss that you felt all the way in your toes, like fireworks erupting in your chest and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. That’s the affect Simon had on you, the “so helplessly and utterly in love” affect that made you feel warm and happy anywhere near him. He was perfect.

And you’re so glad he’d put a ring on your finger, so glad you had bought a ring of your own to ask him. And so glad to have been happily married to him for three years already. Because Simon was comfort and Simon was home.. and you loved and adored him more than anything.

“What’re ya workin’ on?” He questioned as he set you back on your feet, pressing one final kiss to your lips before you were turning away from him to face the canvas. The project that was almost finished.

“Just some big piece for a company in New York. Payed a shitload for it too,” you explained as you moved to the desk in the room. Messy with files upon files stacked on top of each others, papers strewn about and the mahogany wood littered with pieces of garbage. Candies, discarded coffee cups, crushed energy drink cans.. it was a disaster.

But you found the paycheck right where you had left it, laid atop the manilla folder in the corner. You plucked it from it’s perch before moving back to Simon and handing it to him. His eyes widened at the number of zeroes behind the set of double digits at the beginning.

“Bloody hell.”

“Yeah. I’m kind of frazzled because they paid a lot.. and I know they’ll like it I’m just not sure I’ll be able to finish the whole thing in time.” You spoke, suddenly ready to burst like a water spout and rant to him. You knew that he would listen intently and you knew he would do whatever he could to fix the problem or offer any advice he thought would be helpful. But you were tired, you’d been staring at the damn canvas all day. And whilst you had a cohesive idea in mind the client had said to make it abstract. So you’d just been letting your brush guide your hand and went to your heart’s content.

But now? Right now all the colors were blurring together, and not in the way an abstract is supposed to. Not in the way you’d seen it in your head. And it was making you frustrated, anxiety aligning unwell with your unease and anger made everything so much worse.

When you had finally found somewhat of a groove again is when Simon had come home. But even still.. it didn’t quite feel right. You dreaded the thought of maybe having to start a new one tomorrow, but you didn’t want to give your client something you weren’t proud of. Especially since they’d paid so much and especially since they expected so much from you since your profoundly successful gallery last month.

So when you had seen Simon all worries had flown right out the window, and the ire wound tightly in your chest had dissipated. He’d worked out the unruly twitch in your brow with his mere presence alone and you melted into his hold when you had squealed and jumped him.

But now that you had once again found the canvas as your main point of attention— the feelings returned. And you grimaced angrily at it. As if your twisted scowl would somehow fix the painting and your problem.

Simon recognized the look in your eye, and he knew you would continue to glare at your painting until you either got new inspiration or burnt yourself out trying to create something that was satisfying to your expectations. So he turned you to face him and cupped your cheeks.

“Let’s get to bed yeah? I’m sure you’ll have a fresher perspective on this tomorrow.” He gently urged, and you sighed softly as you reached your hands up to hold his wrists. You nodded your agreement.

And he took your hand in his to guide you into the shared bedroom at the end of the hall. Once inside, your nightly routine began. And he helped you with your skincare routine as you gently pulled off his mask and wiped clean the black eye grease that painted his face. Once clean with a cleansing wipe you began his skincare routine, built and patented by you.

And he closed his eyes and exhaled softly at the way your hands and fingers felt on his face. The intimate domestic feeling behind the action made his heart warm and his stomach flutter. You had made him a skincare routine, loved him enough to care about what he’s putting on his face. And it felt amazing to be sharing a nightly routine with you again.

Once you both rinsed your faces clean and patted them dry, you brushed your teeth before waltzing back into the bedroom to the closet on the other side. And you both changed into cleaner clothes. A pair of boxer briefs and a clean shirt from Simon’s side of the closet for you. He opted to go shirtless and donned sweatpants that hung low and accentuated his abs and v-line. You couldn’t help but stare and Simon grinned as he caught you looking at him from where you lay on the bed.

“See something you like?”

“Oh you know I like you very much Honey.”

He chuckled quiet in his chest before he was turning out the bathroom light and joining you on the bed, wrapping a strong arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest. Your back flush against it, and you relished in the warmth that radiated off of him.

He pulled the sheets and duvet up to cover you both, kissed your temple before trailing his lips down to your cheek, your jaw and eventually your throat. Where he whispered his goodnight into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. You had uttered yours back to him when you turned your head to catch his lips with yours one more time before you faced forward again and settled in to sleep through the passing night.

Missed constellations and the pale glow the moonlight cast upon the complexes that made up your neighborhood. All to be in the safe and protective arms of your beloved husband.

Simon Riley. Who you loved and adored more than anything in this world.

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ఌ author’s note: i just like to imagine that when you are in the arms of your comfort character all your fears, all your worries and your aches and your pains just vanish.. as if being in their arms makes everything okay… makes you safe and protected… makes you loved ❤︎︎

[giiyus]

i still can't get over how genius the lyrics are in next to normal. like aftershocks and light?? i still quote lines from those songs because of how beautiful they are

[kiddysart]

UPDATE!

Thank you so much to all of you that commissioned me, shared, and send us well wishes! I'll be closing for now as I got many to work with and I want to be able to give you all clients the best work in payment for your generosity. I'll be opening commissions back once I can sort out most of the work, depending on the situation with my husband may be with these prices or my regular ones. Regardless, I plan to implement the lineart and flat colors tiers to my regular commissions, so you can look forward to it. Thank you all again!

PLEASE HELP!

My husband needs to go under surgery and can't work full time! I am offering for the first time lineart and flat color commissions, and dropped my prices too. Applies to all styles!

Head-Shot Lineart $10 Flat Colors $15 Full Color $20

Half-Body Lineart $15 Flat Colors $20 Full Color $25

Full-Body Lineart $20 Flat Colors $30 Full Color $40

Full-Body Chibi Lineart $10 Flat Colors $20 Full Color $30

Reference Sheet Lineart $40 Flat Colors $60 Full Color $80

Detailed Background $5-$40 Varies depending on main figure

TOS under the cut!

What the commission entails:

For the time being, I'm only accepting paypal.

You give me references for both the character and pose if necessary.

You will receive a high resolution PNG File.

The commission prices include five revisions.

The delivery time is estimated between 20 and 30 business days, accordingly to both the contracter and the contratee (moi) timely communication via comment, chat, notes or email.

100% of the payment if required before I get started.

If not provided with reference for a certain aspect of the piece by the contracter, it's by default assumed to be left to the criteria and preference of the contratee, and any future changes in relation to this will be take into account at the time of charging revisions.

What I will draw:

FanArt.

Ocs.

Real people.

Furry.

Gore.

Diverse body types.

Simple armour.

What I NOT will draw:

Complicated armour.

Mecha.

Hyper muscular bodies.

Hate speech/iconography.

Thank you for reading, cant wait to take your order! ⋆. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ✲ﾟ｡⋆.

@commissioninfo Please help!

[chicago-geniza]

They gave me the "premium" cold brew at the hospital cafeteria and I don't know what they put in that shit but it feels like there is a demon swimming in my blood. I drank that pernicious concoction 12 hours ago and I still feel more amped than I did on the highest legal dose of methylphenidate lmao

[atompalace-official]

kirakira kirarun- kirakirarun! 💫✨

since starting KiraKira Precure A La Mode, I just had to get the Sweets Pact and KiraPati for myself!!! the Sweets Pact is super cute, and the KiraPati is surprisingly big but such a super idea and so nicely designed 💕 the icing on the cake is the Animal Sweets which have to be my favourite Precure trinket yet..! 🥹🌈🍰

[cursedcatchild]

Id love to hear a few smaller things about Mer!Leo, like head canons but real bc it's your au 🛐

@fishwithaphone

Sorry, for the late answer I kinda got busy. 😅

IDK exactly what kinda HCs you’re looking for but, there are some  things.

Like:

Mermaids/ merturtles can experience certain pregnancy-like symptoms when they are growing their pearls. Such s ymptoms are strange cravings,  muscle cramps and mood swings. Leo in fact cried way more than he would admit on funny dog videos just because a poor puppy fell into the pool and got wet.

One would think that Siren voice is so handy when it comes to fights but in reality do to the loud environment (yelling brothers,  villain monologues, Donnie’s tech,  Raph’s smashing ) he can rarely get a hold on the enemy

Siren's voice is more useful in Leo’s job as a medic. Partially because during a fight he can take control of his bros and get them to dodge or deflect attacks that they didn’t even see coming. So he can prevent injuries from happening. And the other is because by taking over he can command them to stop being scared-entirely cutting off oncoming panic attacks- or stopping them from feeling pain - in theory,  in that state he could do surgery on them without any pain killer or anestesia,  because they wouldn’t feel a thing.-

At some point Leo taking control over them became as normal between the brothers as Donnie experimenting or putting trackers into them. They are totally cool with it,  with the terms that he can not abuse it and use his power to make them do things they did/would disagree with.

There are defector mermaids living in the Hidden City,  having their own tiny tribe and they work in sort of an amusement park. Leo actually meets them and they are be super nice to him.

Eventually Leo starts to refer at the sea as “Mother” and would often jokingly say “Let me ask Ma!” before putting his hand into the water and ask question of the ocean

Leo’s first reaction to turning into a mermaid was that his brothers can’t see him like that and he ran away.

Donnie found Leo when he was hiding from them, not even realising he was only able to find his twin because the ocean guided him

Certain mermaids are bioluminescent when they are experiencing strong happiness or sadness/fear. Leo is one of them.

Now he mainly lives in a pool which was made out of a train car and sunk into the ground,  right next to his actual room. Also Donnie is waterproofing literally everything Leo owns so he can take any of his stuff underwater. 

Occasionally evil yokais would try to steal Leo’s pearl. Sometimes they succeed, much to Leo's annoyance.

[vitanithepure]

A week ago one of my son's school friends met an unfortunate end in a house fire. He was 12yo.

As a mom, it really shook me. Loosing a child is terrible, no matter the age. And I keep seeing this fundraiser, it's around for a while now, and the time is running out for a boy who needs gene therapy for Duchenne muscular dystrophy. It's literally the most expensive treatment there is.

And I really want to help them.

If you can help with rising this wild amount of money - please do. If not, every share is priceless.

If you got any questions about the fundraiser or the site itself, I will try to anwser all the questions. It's the biggest campaign organisers of this sort here in Poland and they helped countless of people already.

(also please let me know if you feel like any additional tags should be up on this post, I imagine it is a very triggering thing)

[homicidal-mother]

*Walks in wearing a pink stethoscope*

I'm your doctor for today- what happened to the old one? We don't talk about that.

*PROLONGED STARE*

*Scribbles on a sticky note and places it on your forehead*

I diagnose you with 'needs fictional dick REAL bad'

[stari-hun]

Watching Lucy shudder in fear is gonna move to the top of my gun wrenching moments in Reverse 1999 along with "Dont forget me" and KB going back to Shamane to tell him Kumar wants to continue living with her.

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

Gotta love when you can tell that a character has absolutely been through/witnessed a form of The Horrors when the metaphorical light leaves their eyes.

[b1tstar]

Side quest since i really hate making clean efforted drawings (hopefully next upload)