#It's me I'm the fiddle

[messengerhermes]

People who talk about dominance and submission like subs have no power clearly have no grasp on the ways subs can fucking play their doms like a fiddle once they figure out the right way to pull the bow.

[journey-to-the-attic]

just a little sleepyhead

[guirgaleo]

final pass at an oc design

additional sketches I made as I was figuring this out

[littler0b1n]

this is based off of a post that I saw on here on how Simon's ass was going to be cursed one way or another and so....

yeah.

Basically Simon and Betty on one of their expeditions come across the porcelain lamb and Simon gets his ass sent to the spirit world for 1000 years unable to interact with anything around him.

I'll post more stuff about this AU lol (I'm still working some things out in my head) But I do have some more things to torture Simon with :)

[talibunny30]

The Tamlin hate really grates on my nerves...

[desceros]

masterpost

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i'm writing reader inserts for the following tmnt fandoms:

bayverse

rise

IDW

if you have a preference, let me know; otherwise i’ll just pick one. i strongly prefer female/gender neutral readers. i also prefer single partner fics, but i'd be open to do some poly if the prompt was super aces. also bonus for leo or donnie requests since they're my favs!

👌: fluff, humor, explicit smut, canon-typical violence, angst (depending on mood; go ahead and send it in but i might nix it)

👎: non-con, tcest, self-harm, things without a happy ending (sorry everyone i'm a hopeless romantic)

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key: reader gender, rating, tmnt version; summary (link)

Leonardo (x)

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; deleted scene from tea fic; sharing calligraphy (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; leo comes back and wants to smell like home again (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo smells his shorts (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; leo loves your tits (here)

GN!Reader, M, rise; leo is suddenly horny (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo does a somnophilia (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; blurple symphony au where leo takes his chance after chap. 20 (here)

F!Reader, M, rise; leo "accidentally" sends you his nudes (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; sunset hike up the hill (here)

Donatello (x)

F!Reader, E, bayverse; donnie pining mating season (here)

GN!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie is a dork (here)

F!Reader, T, bayverse; donnie rubs your back (here)

F!Reader, G, bayverse; watching donnie work (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; waking next to donnie (here)

F!Reader, M, rise; symphony bad future fluff, chap. 19 spoilers! (here)

GN!Reader, G, rise; can't sleep (here)

F!Reader, E, rise; accidental double somno (here)

GN!Reader, T, rise; donnie helps you sleep (here)

F!Reader, M, rise, sleepy donnie (here)

Raphael (x)

GN!Reader, M, bayverse; raph likes it when you assume (here)

GN!Reader, M, bayverse; birthday plans (here)

Blurple Villain AU

F!Reader, usually T-E, rise; villain!leo au with the wolf/lamb/dog metaphor (masterpost here)

T; kissing donnie's scar for the first time (here)

E; leo likes lying on top of you (here)

E; pegging leo (here)

M; sharing an orange with leo (here)

TMNT

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for what goldilocks!leo and amaranthine!donnie want their insert-chan to wear (here)

GN!Reader, G, bayverse; HCs for all turtles with an insert-chan that has an unintelligible accent when upset (here)

[ryllen]

i have to get this out of my system

[kettle-bird]

Chapter two of A Cornstalk Fiddle... only two illustrations for this one since it's a shorter chapter than the other two, but I still greatly enjoyed picking scenes from this one! (As before, based on @notbecauseofvictories brilliant fic)

Stay tuned for Chapter 3!

(Chapter 1)

[dylanconrique]

once tim meets lucy’s parents it's all gonna click for him why she got so defensive about his belief in her taking the detectives exam.

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

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[sprout-fics]

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König

Oh boy here we go again

The cave drips dark and deep around you, water laden stone bleeding into dampness that pools at your feet as you mask your steps. Silent. Vigilant.

There's hardly any light down here. It feels like the entrance to the underworld itself, the chasm of the caves behind the factory yawning wide and dragging you further, downwards in search of prey.

"I'm going after him!"

"Negative, Rookie. Wait for backup."

"There's no time!"

There will be hell to pay once you arrive back at the surface, you're sure. Disobeying orders is a prime offense, especially when it's Price. Yet the anxiety of that inevitable future is stunted by the hot, searing flash of instinct, of adrenaline that blunts the bite of the wet dampness across your skin.

He's here, your target. Hiding in one of the many darkened tunnels that connects deeper into the mountain, spiderwebbing into granite where the strings tug at the boundaries of your awareness. You have him on the run this time, your team at your back, weapons drawn, eyes bright with focus, with resolve.

König.

You're not going to let him catch you by surprise this time, wavering in and out of existence like some mystic cryptid. His words brush across your nape in the heat of battle, whispering taunts, promises there like irrevocable prophecies.

"Hello, Maus."

"We're alone this time, Maus."

"Won't you look at me with those pretty eyes?"

"You're so small. So fragile. I can keep you safe, Maus."

You grit your teeth, trying desperately to ignore something that feels dangerously taboo as it flutters inside your stomach. Even now, in the pagan, crepuscular underground, you can feel him, the way his hands ghost across your shoulders, your wrists, your waist. Careful, roaming, searching for secrets he doesn't yet understand in you.

You've had enough of this, of this forbidden waltz he's led you on, his arms securing you to his larger frame as he dances steps you can't help but follow. Every time the team is deployed he haunts you like a specter, a phantasm whispering in your thoughts, wavering like shadows at your periphery.

It's affecting you. You know it, and team knows it too. You're distracted, different than you were before this all started, when he carried you away into the night all those months ago. Your focus is slipping, concentration erratic as you convince yourself he isn't there, only to turn around to find him waiting, watching. Dark eyes hidden under his hood, his face ever obscured and yet the mountain of him dwarfing you all the same, blotting out the sun, the moon.

Now, with his team dead or captured, and his massive frame vanishing into the caves you stalk, the tables have turned. It's you now, who will find him, track him down, draw this absurdity to its climactic, dizzying conclusion.

A shape, on that darts down the pathway in front of you like a shadow-person, too large and broad to be completely human. You raise the weapon in your hands, leveling your scope with the Cimmerian shade of the tunnels before you. The figure is gone before you can fully see it.

Your heart rises in your throat, fluttering and pulsing on the underside of your jaw, a fragile, hesitant thing. The finger on the trigger feels numb, heavy.

"Is that you, little Maus?" A voice echoes from the pitch-black maw before you, and it sounds like a summoning, an incantation that draws you forward, deeper, downwards into the pits of Hell.

"Come out, König." You try, but your voice trembles, wavering like your unsteady hands. "There's no way out."

There's silence then, filled only with the dark, steady drip of water around you and the rapid, uncertain thrum of your own heartbeat.

A sound in the darkness, a footstep.

Then, light.

It sparks at the height of your scope, fizzling red with a hiss as König lifts it higher, up to his height. The burn of the flare catches scarlet against him, glinting off the metal fixings of his vest, his helmet, his bright, keen eyes.

You swallow, mouth dry at the sight the the behemoth, towering in the darkness, legs spread wide in readiness, his other hand drifting towards his side arm.

"D-don't." You snap, leveling your sights, but the soldier, the poltergeist before you only tilts his head at you, curious.

"You would shoot me, Maus?" He asks, and the disappointment, the innocence there is bizarrely disarming, striking at the core of your own festering doubt.

You did it. You're the one that chased him here. His comrades above ground are dead or captured and yet you pursued him, leaping down into the tunnels without a second thought. To do what? Capture him?

...Kill him?

König seems to see the hesitation on your face, the way indecision draws shadows across your face in the crimson glow of the flare. When he attempts a single step forward you don't back away, don't squeeze down on the trigger of your rifle.

"S-stop." You try and warn him, and the darkness grows as the flare begins to fizzle away, setting like dying embers of the sun against a sea of blackened obscurity.

Yet he doesn't. He's moving, forward, each massive stride shaking the bedrock under your feet, trembling like your own shivering heartbeat. You try to step back, try and will your body to move, to flee, but there's nothing. Even when you try and squeeze down on the trigger your finger refuses to heed your command, lead against your touch. Useless.

"You're alone down here." He tells you, and it isn't a taunt. It's a fact, an inescapable truth, one that stabs sharply inside you with the bright, electric flash of lightning against a dark sky.

You should have waited, should have listened to Price. You shouldn't have disobeyed orders, shouldn't have run off by yourself. Now it's too late.

It's always been too late.

He eclipses you, this giant, and with every step your breath rises higher in your chest. Fearful, yes, hesitant. Yet that forbidden paradox inside you whispers louder, pacing against the cage of your thoughts impatiently, waiting for the rapture that is his touch, his voice.

"Alone with me."

As the flare dies, as the darkness grows, you're left with just him, a spirit in the underground, hands reaching, finding you in the void. They whisper like that taboo, ghosting across your skin before you're hauled forward, into him, until there's nothing left between you except your own dying inhibitions.

"I won't let them take you away again, Maus."

[kithtaehyung]

i really wanted to hear how they sounded and i am even more un-okay lol

[sketch-wolf]

This was supposed to be a simple doodle of mew but then my hand just kept on going. Happy Ace Week everyone 🖤🤍💜

[meirimerens]

can you come dance with me dude. are you man enough to fucking come dance with me. are you too much of a coward to hold my hand.

slow-danceable OST of my mind

[fooltofancy]

＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼)

[paper-rosegarden]

IS THAT A, THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA, REFERENCE!?

THAT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHH