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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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got au brainrot. have a mike

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Some frog wizard magic ✨

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Psst, slime rancher x RotTMNT????

yeah

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still here! just busy lol--did more rewrites, trying to make the comics a bit more character driven ;)

here's some doodles of mikey and raph when they're older and some mikey showing off his ninpo to donnie (also! a messy f!mikey painting i did ages ago that I still like)

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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

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GNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNBNBBBGFDDFGGF!

FUCK IT! HAVE HIM!

*runs away from Donnie*

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My Patreon 18+

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Attention please.

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

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don't forget! preorders are open until may 12th!!! 👀

this preorder launch includes our NEW organic cotton button-up shirts & button-up dresses in our beloved funeral design, as well as our picnic crop tops.

be sure to get yours from my store!

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@desceros

Pedro Pascal - TUWOMT (2022) Deleted Scene "Chit Chat"

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We need to tell him GENTLY

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He noticed you are looking a little down today (he also totally doesn’t also need one)

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No in between. Reblog if you vote pleas

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some turtle stuff i don’t think i ever posted

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Bay!Raph :) angst

CWs: talk of scars? I think that's it

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You've noticed that Raph has a lot of scars. They all do, really, but Raph's scars are many, and they're everywhere. His arms, his face, his shell - everywhere you look, you see scars. So many, and still… you find him so, so beautiful.

"What're you looking at?" His voice makes you jolt. It's gruff. Defensive. A little… sharper than you're used to when he speaks to you.

You weren't trying to stare, and you'd never want to make him feel uncomfortable. You want to tell him that, but you can't make yourself speak for some reason. Instead, you reach out, tracing your finger lightly along one of the deeper scars on his arm and hoping he can feel what you could never explain with words.

He tenses at your touch, eyes widening and lips parting, and it's only when you pull your hand away that he seems to relax again.

He didn't understand. That's probably your fault.

"Sorry,” he says, still gruff, but more somber this time. His eyes flick down to the scar you'd traced before looking back up at you. “I know they're ugly.”

That makes you pause, and you have to push yourself to speak around the lump in your throat. “You… You think scars are ugly?”

He huffs, but there's no humor there. You watch his eyes harden again, his shoulders hunch as he looks anywhere but at you. “Well they sure ain't pretty.”

…Oh.

You had thought that maybe, if anyone could, maybe it would be Raph who might not be bothered by that kind of thing. When you'd seen his scars, seen how many he had, and still found him so, so beautiful, you'd hoped, at least, that he might… be able to see you as beautiful, too.

Apparently not.

You feel your throat close up. Your eyes start to burn. The air shifts between the two of you, and he must sense it because suddenly he's staring at you. You can't look back at him. You can't do it. If he knew, if he saw, he would be… repulsed.

They sure ain't pretty.

“I have to go,” you whisper, quickly striding toward the exit of the lair. Part of you wants him to call after you. Chase you, maybe. Ask why it matters.

He doesn't.