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this but i stole it from twitter

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"how can you like this objectively bad thing!" because i have bad taste. move on.

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Random Turtle Thought....

"Turtle Soup"

Little imaginations and brotherly shenanigans hard at work.

This was it. He was done for. And all he could do was wonder what madness had driven him here.

The bindings immobilizing him were too tight. He couldn't break free, no matter how hard he tried. A point his captors repeatedly drove home with him. His wrists ironically tied up at his chest as if his hands were folded in prayer. Appropriate, considering the flames of the fire beneath him were touching his shell now. Growing with a hunger that sought to consume him.

The forest around him was blanketed in darkness, save for the shadows darting in and out of view in the firelight as he contemplated his fate. He didn't know where he was. Only that he was on his own. That - and he had done a terrible thing.

The warriors he'd chosen to tangle with were far superior to him. He'd been outmatched. Even before he knew what was going on. All he had known was he was in a strange land, a strange forest, searching for a temple. One that legend said contained a scroll of ancient ninjitsu knowledge. Knowledge he needed. Knowledge that he could take back to the city and use at his will to defeat any who dared challenge him.

But then he'd been ambushed. Darting out of the shadows in a way he'd not even seen with his brothers and all their training. They were on him before he even knew what was happening. Their war cries drowning out thought as they forced him to the ground. Their numbers so many and movements so swift, his limbs were bound before he could do anything.

And now, looking up at a sky full of lonely glowing stars, all Mikey could do was pray that help came in time.

It didn't look like the fates were on his side tonight though. The lead warrior, his face hidden behind an indifferent white mask streaked with bright crimson lines, raised his staff high and demanded the mystic waters be brought forth. Not an ounce of hesitation to his decision. Not an inkling to hear out Mikey's desperate pleas to rectify his wrongs.

For his crime of betraying his own - and seeking out the ancient scroll of forbidden hidden knowledge - the clan had unanimously declared that Mikey must be made into turtle soup.

Cranking his head to the side, he watched with rising fear as two other warriors pushed a massive pot of the swirling, boiling waters that shimmered like a mermaid's tail towards him. Waters that he knew would be his demise as soon as it was poured over him. Doomed to suffer long before the relief of being washed away came.

The flames licked at his scales now. The panic rising. His pleas growing louder and more desperate. The clan of warriors now chanting. The light of fire flashing in and out of his eyes.

"No. Wait. There has to be another way!"

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"And what exactly is going on here?" Donnie asked as he flicked on the bedroom light.

The purple clad tech genius leaned against the door frame, sipping his coffee as he took in the sight before him.

His younger brother Mikey laid out on the floor; yellow, orange, red and brown construction paper underneath him. A jump rope, several of their suit ties and even a bright pink scrunchie wrapped around his legs, shoulders and wrists. The lair's clutch of offspring, all dressed up with paper plate Kabuki masks, cardboard armor and paper mache weapons all frozen in place around him. Several flashlights placed about the room all facing towards the center and the storage tub where his wife usually kept her crotchet yarn full of glitter beside Mikey's head. The glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on the ceiling still a tinge green.

"Heh-heh. Good timing, bruh. I was almost a goner!"

"Ah man! Come on dad!" Milo groaned, dropping his arms and slumping his shoulders forward. "We were just about to turn him into turtle soup!"

"Dark."

"Well, he was trying to find our clan's temple," Caemon nervously offered as he lowered his Lego staff and lifted his makeshift mask. "He was going to use the family's scroll's ancient wisdom to rule the city!" the young turtle defended as he pointed to an old grocery list scratched out in Master Splinter's hand taped to the wall.

"I didn't even know I could do that."

"He had to be stopped! For our family honor!" little Scarlet shouted as she jumped out from behind the pot of glitter.

As if to further the point, tiny Mila bopped Mikey on top of the head with her paper towel roll.

"I see. Family honor does need to be defended. As do family secrets," Donnie mused as he took a sip of his coffee. "I'm confused about the tub of -,"

"Pot of mystic waters."

"Pot of mystic waters though."

"Oh! That's how we'll turn him into turtle soup!" Calix cheered throwing his arms up high. "It's the ultimate punishment for betraying your clan!"

Donnie raised his brow ridges over the rim of his mug.

"It doesn't really turn him into turtle soup, daddy. We know that's not how it works. It's just pretend for the game," Ophelia chimed in, twisting back to smile proudly up at her father. Her little toes turning inward farther than normal as she twirled her sparkly baton.

"Yeah, well, not tonight kiddos. It's time to get you all into bed anyway. Come on, before moms get mad." Mikey began to sit up, thankful that Donnie had interrupted the game just in time. He hated glitter. It always got stuck right where his shell met his body and it was annoying as hell.

"I don't see why they can't have a few more minutes."

"What?" Mikey's eyes went wide.

A chorus of excited gasps rang out from several little mouths as bright, eager eyes all turned to him. Each hanging on the words to be spoken next.

"Sure." A smirk he couldn't fight pulled at the corner of Donnie's mouth. "They can have just a few more minutes to finish their game. Besides, I'm totally unfamiliar with mystic water and the way it reduces one to edible soup. I'd love to see it first-hand."

"And here you are calling the kids dark -,"

****

The lead warrior threw his mask back on and held his staff high, giving out a mighty cry. The fire crackled with renewed life. The jungle surrounding them plunged back into darkness.

The other warriors roared with cheers as three of them shoved the swirling waters closer.

"No! Wait! Hold up! Jagger, don't -,"

It was no use. His fate was sealed as another warrior jumped forward to help tip the pot.

****

Mikey's expression sank into a deep scowl as the kids poured the tub of glitter over him. He blinked slowly as the itchy, reflective flakes coated his body.

Donnie nearly snorted into his coffee mug.

The kids all jumped and cheered in victory.

"Say," Mikey suddenly drawled. "Who wants to help uncle Don with the extra time before bed?" he asked sitting up with a wicked smirk.

"What?" Donnie's body stiffened in the doorway.

All eyes whiped around to Mikey. Each of the little ones now holding their breath excitedly to see what he would say now that he had successfully been punished for his crimes.

"Uncle Don says he doesn't know anything about your mystic waters, right?"

"Michael, don't you dare -,"

Several sets of little eyes began darting around at all the little heaps of glitter on the floor.

"Well how's he gonna learn about it if he can't study it?"

"Michael, I swear to almighty -,"

"In his lab - With all his equipment -,"

"Kids. Listen to me right now -,"

"Quick! Before he sends you to bed!"

Donatello threw his limbs out wildly as he tried his best to block the bedroom doorway. But the little turtle tots had a new mission. Scooping up handfuls of glitter, they stampeded the door, easily out maneuvering their uncle/father. The hallway echoed with thunderously little footsteps and giddy squeals and giggles as the kids all rushed the glitter to Donnie's lab.

Completely thwarted, the tallest brother turned a disgusted scowl back over his shoulder at his orange banded brother. "Well played," he snarled as Mikey just sneered back with a toothy grin.

There wasn't time to retaliate now though, and Donnie shot off after the kids.

"Leonardo! Raphael! Come collect your heathens! Milo! Ophelia! You two better not be partaking in this treachery! Lauren!"

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I can be shaped by more than the things that hurt me

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FINALLY! I finally got it done! Im sosososososososooooo happy with it

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Random Turtle Thought...

Leo was hanging by a thread.

Not an actual, physical thread. But a metaphorical rope that he'd constructed in his mind. The one he hung on each time he fell a little harder, a little farther for you.

Every bat of long, enticing lashes. Each upturn of velvety lips; every sway of your hips. Each time you'd tuck the silken strands adorning your head behind the curve of your ear; your fingers lingering there a moment the way he longed for his own touch to.

The way your brows would knit whenever you heard something you disapproved of. The steely resolve that set in your eyes each time you set your mind to something. How there wasn't an ounce of quit in you - a fact he both admired and felt a guilty, albeit hungry, urge to test.

All of it. Each facet and every seemingly innocuous detail that culminated in the wonderous whole that was you. A rope in his mind that he clung to, to keep him from toppling over the edge, so that he kept himself in check. Each time he hung the weight of his desires on it, this safety rope, it weakened and frayed under the strain.

So here he sat, looking down at you as you squirmed in his lap. Hanging by the last thread that kept him upright. Kept him from falling head over heels and drowning in the ocean that was his affections for you.

And there you wiggled. Totally and completely unaware of his plight. Caught up in some funny TikTok vine or whatever it was on your phone. All Leo knew was that your eyes were dancing. Sparkling with delight. Your bottom lip curled in and pinched in place by the rim of your teeth, forefinger twirling in your hair.

Each little giggle and wiggle driving Leo closer and closer to the edge, abyss calling his name in a siren's song he was desperate to fall under to. He's sinking. Falling far enough he's almost past the pointing of being able to hoist himself back up.

What would it be like to kiss you? To hold you close? To nuzzle against your cheek and make you giggle and squirm for a whole different set of reasons? To make you -

"Leo?"

He snaps from his thoughts. "Hum?"

You giggle again. His heart flips and prances inside. Gods how he feels the need to show off for you all of a sudden. Demonstrate all his prowess and skill - all of which could be focused on you...

"Are you paying attention?"

*Oh yes. Yes indeed, he is paying attention.*

But he doesn't say it. Instead, he just smiles and nods, looking back at your phone. As if it could hold his attention next to you.

He's hanging by a thread.

And it's only a matter of time until it snaps.

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“you can tell this writer has a fetish :/” i hope when people read my writing they can accurately guess all my kinks, fantasies, most influential moments in my psychosexual development, and how many days since i last gave head at the time i wrote it

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18+ ppt discord server

hi friends! like poppy playtime? hate talking to minors? A friend and I made an 18+ Doey server. It's not intended to be explicit (although there are opt-in only nsfw channels), just a place to talk about PPT/Doey with other adults. Like/reply to this post (or shoot me a message/ask) and I'll send you an invite if you are over 18, and keep in mind that the server's median age skews a bit older than that.

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i like tumblr bc you don’t make friends by being cool you make friends by going RRRARRHGGHGHFHGEFGFHHGGHH (positive) in the tags

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FINISH!!!! 🧡

Or as finished as I could get it 😅 Life has been kicking my butt lately so I only managed to do one segment.

Had so much fun working on this though!! So @sha-biest if you ever do another dtiys, please tag me, I don’t even care if I win, I just loved the project and your art as well!!

And I see why you’re judging on the hands, I forgot how hard they’re are to draw lol 😅

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ALRIGHT ALRGIHT ALRGIHT

here's a sneaky-peeky at some brother stuff < 3 Matthew is in Italics Kevin is in bold Jack is underscored

tell me, ppt / doey fans.

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i've had so many conversations with people in fandom/creators' circles who are genuinely afraid to make the stories or art they want because they fear (often with good reason!) that their friends might kick them out of their circles, or worse, launch a public harassment campaign against them.

as someone recovering from this fear-based mindset, i want to affirm:

- friends who use implicit or explicit threats to maintain social control are not your friends

- communities that monitor your social media and ao3 to surveil you for perceived transgressive content are not safe communities

- the vast majority of people are NOT going to hate you if you make the art you want

- if you find yourself in a friend group that makes you feel afraid to speak your mind, it's in your interest to disentangle yourself from that group as quickly as possible

- real, honest disagreements between friends can be solved respectfully without the use of public shaming

- if you're feeling afraid in a community, it's likely that others are feeling afraid too. support your friends who may be struggling to leave an abusive fan or creative community, and let them know you're a safe person to voice doubts and disagreement to.

- if you're feeling like you'll never find a safer community of people, i promise there are others who feel that way too. it may take some time, but you'll find people who treat you and your ideas with respect. a good place to start is the people who make the type of art that you admire but that you're too afraid to make yourself.

ok that's all, take care of each other and be nice 💜

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You again?

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tell me, ppt / doey fans.

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Warning: Gorey stuff under the cut

Horror version of Hour of Joy, anyone? Horror PPT? Actual depictions of the violence during Hour of Joy? Yes?

And some brother interactions as a treat.

Kevin is in bold text Matthew is in italics Jack is the underscored text

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Genuine question: How is it completely okay to put these fictional characters through torture? To give them immense and extreme trauma by putting them into emotional blenders, etc, AS MINORS. But it's not okay to age them up for other things?