#SPLINTER DIE
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awzominator · 9 months ago
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Day 18: turtle tots
holds them so gently as they are the most precious things in the world! Splinter loves his babies! They were so small and round and I am so weak for turtle tots
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charcoaldustonmyfingers · 8 months ago
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Same as it Never Was
Thought I’d give drawing these sad old men a go. Rip
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thekidsarentalright · 6 months ago
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you can always listen to ginasfs by american rock band fall out boy they cant take that from you
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deadtiredghost · 1 year ago
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Can we make Team Red a thing?
i think they would get along like a house on fire. we need more fanfic of this trio.
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^^ how i think they might bond.
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triona-tribblescore · 1 year ago
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Triona... If it will not ruin your plot of the au.. PLZ SHOW MY DRAXUM IF YOU HAVE HIM I BEG *CRYING ON THE FLOOR AND RUINING YOUR CARPET*
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THIS ONES FOR YOU KREDENA!! :D
(and splinter because we have to talk about him before going further)
OKAY! so (im sorry unu) but Drax wont be a huge part in the story. Though in regards to who he is, he's kind of a carer for the general community. Ofc he still has his mystic abilities for alchemy and such, but he spends most his time studying plants and remedies.
He spends a lot of time around Splinter as they have known each other for a lifetime of years, and have become surprising friends regardless of the difference in "status" (though that's not really a thing here)
NOW AS FOR SPLINTER :D AHHHHH MY DARLING OLD MAN <3
He is mother nature himself, or father nature depending on how he's feeling lol. The heart and soul of the forest. Mans been keeping this show running for many centuries now. He created the guardians within the last few hundred of years (that will be explained more in a comic later) to help out as he finally begins to show signs of ageing (that, and he was a little lonely). Without him, all sources of natural life would collapse. A lot of responsibility for one rats shoulders, but him and his gentle heart keep it going through its cycle despite all odds.
more to be explained later :>
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cybertron-after-dark · 8 months ago
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Being constantly surrounded by the presence of a loving God sounds great until you realize you never know when his freaky fuckin eyes are gonna show up to check on you.
And man. They do it a LOT.
#primus please let the mech breathe#what i want to emphasize most with this iteration of optimus is the inherent fucking terror of being made a prime#really pick at those little threads of how fucked the matrix as a concept is. same with the staple tropes of op himself#the idea in tfp that it can entirely change your personality. and that if you lose it you cannot remember your time with it#those implications send me spiraling. to what degree is optimus the same being as orion pax? do you forfeit your soul to be a demigod?#do you fucking die to become a conduit for the higher being that made you? letting it puppet your mind and body like a parasitoid?#if death in transformers is simply rejoining the allspark; if the soul is something splintered off from the whole;#and if to die as a cybertronian is for that fragment to merge with the whole once again. is a prime not fundamentally a dead mech walking?#a prime stands with one pede in the afterlife and one in the land of the living and has to keep up with both at once#constantly seeing visions from a plane his processor was never meant to comprehend with optics that were never built to see it#forced to adapt into an elevated being as much as a frame that still has silly things like wants and needs and emotions and base coding can#how does a mortal live when his body is no longer just his body; but a vessel fir something holy and a tool fashioned to heal the world?#when he can never truly be alone again and he has to simply live with the ever present knowledge that he is being watched#both by his god and by the world#how does one live knowing not even their thoughts are private? when your god may be living but man he does not get the idea of boundaries#guess it must be hard to grasp personal space and all that when youre an ocean of souls that left it behind#maccadam#transformers#wayward sparks#optimus prime#art tag#sometimes i feel kinda bad for putting this bastard through The Horrors. if ws gets made all the way he will be thrown so many bones#only sometimes tho >:3
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quibbs126 · 2 days ago
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You know, it’s funny how these two are both considered iconic versions of their series’ characters, meant to be cool and evil and intimidating
But in reality they’re kind of pathetic losers who can’t get over their exes and are way too obsessed with killing their rivals, to the point where it’s honestly detrimental to their causes
And they both came out around similar times too
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ranticore · 11 months ago
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Ok so, what is Inver how can I read it gimmie the sales pitch pspsps pretty please
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This is Inver! It is an alternate history northwest Europe
It's a play on the old region of Doggerland; the North-East Atlantic Archipelago* with sea levels reduced by a catastrophic past event that spread parts of the fairy world out into the real world. This Event also wiped out all human life in the area pictured above, leaving it uninhabited for hundreds of years before it was slowly settled again by people from the land bridge to Hibernia, and people coming up from Aquitan
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As a result of a war between these two groups of people and subsequent cultural exchange, Inver's dominant culture is a Hiberno-French mixture. Br*tain does not and has never existed.
The Event in Inver's history has still left large swathes of this land uninhabitable, with the only way east blocked by the Ruad, a hostile, labyrinthine, and largely impassible fairy territory. This has stifled the ability of these lands to produce much of value; Inver is a poor country, considered a kind of industrial backwater with a monarchy descended marauding werewolf war clans. This paragraph could last literally forever if I liked (and I did like. that's why there's books)
Inver's Régian Era, roughly equivalent to the Victorian era irl, is the stage for my main book series Moth Viper Foal (#mvf) (links are to the books & the tag on my art blog). It is an era of great change in Inver; much of the capital city is ruled by criminal gangs and a foreign church while the great noble houses, having lost touch with their people, turn on one another for sport. The story follows the sequence of events that ultimately results in catastrophic change for everybody in the region, and the dawn of a new era (that's as vague as i can make it)
But really it's about the (gay) struggles of outgrowing your relationships, setting higher standards for yourself, and all the various ways someone can fail to be a man. Main (POV) characters are three ex-conmen & one DLC extra nobleman. Before the start of the story, a catastrophic argument between two of the guys precedes one of them (Félix) getting kidnapped by the Black Horse, a fairy. He is returned five years later, a servant of the horse, to find that his friends (and ex-friends) have changed completely in his absence, and his old life is done for good.
I'm very bad at summaries so idk really. It's a story about interpersonal drama and friend breakups between some guys and also fairies are there. It's all i think about. Every other setting & post on this blog not about Inver was made as a kind of mental break from thinking about Inver. I've been working on it since 2019
you can check the overall tag to see posts from both my blogs including some very nice art and some absolutely heinous AUs (Pern Story among them??? maybe. idk if i tagged it)
also there's two more stories set in Inver, Ancient Inver which is a telling of the wars that founded the country and also an exploration of Being FTM, and also Modern Inver which is set in the distant future of 2017 and it's a buddy cop/detective thriller about a ranger investigating a series of supernatural kidnappings with the help of the guy who did most of them.
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khlegacynexus · 1 year ago
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I’m bringing this classic meme back: very much wondering how canon this is to the show!!! yeah Thos amazing 40th anniversary short comic had many thugs I was not expecting. Available at your local comic store (the geekier the better!) one of which were the face reveal of Frida. And Splinter’s death wholly crap! Also Dying Splinter bomb shelling the reveal of the missing siblings. I’m gonna spread more of those thoughts over of the content I have coming out over the next few days or weeks.
And there will be a Blurb about it in the upcoming chapter of Others
But I will say SPOILERS: MP!Splinter still has at least fifteen more years under his belt
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sweetstwawbewwymilk · 3 months ago
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Characters that occupy the same space in my mind
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mswyrr · 2 months ago
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kastalani123 · 1 year ago
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Consider:
Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.
Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.
A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.
The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.
It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.
Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.
He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.
Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.
Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?
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vigilskeep · 7 months ago
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some decisions from veilguard are actually only emotionally hitting me days afterwards
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lgbtqreads · 24 days ago
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bizzybee280yt · 8 months ago
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Splinter x Draxum - AKA Toxic Old Man Monsterfucker Yaoi
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tending-the-hearth · 10 months ago
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the first time the other leos ask 2012 leo how he's feeling about splinter abandoning them, he just shrugs his shoulders and says that he's used to it.
and they ask him what he means, and he says that splinter's died in front of him at least twice, so him just leaving the turtles behind isn't a new thing, and he doesn't process what he's said until the other three are staring at him in abject horror because what the fuck does he mean he had to watch his father die twice and not be able to grieve or do anything about it?
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