#WE STILL KICKIN!!!

[scatterpatter]

Sometimes I see people still making tblt content and my heart go BRRRRRRR

[birdsong-warriors]

Putting off uploading because I kind of hate this comic right now, lol.

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Part 1: Friend and Family

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[kaelidascope]

Beauty and the Beest Chapter 2 is LIVE

**SHAKES SURPRISE DOGGY BAG OF TREATS**

Y'all wasn't expecting another fic update this week huh? SYKE 🐉we reviving everybody now baby

[microsofttothemax]

love how even six years after the premiere and two years after the movie the rottmnt fandom is still cranking stuff out as if it all was just released

[fangomango]

Hi

Floyd can tailor amd stitch well cause yes

John dory can use a bow and arrow pretty well as well

And Bruce can cook over campfire pretty fucking well

Thank you and good night

[eves-da-best]

Someone on twitter said “she doesn’t die in Maryland” and someone else responded “probably because it only has 3 episodes” - I’m equal parts amused and emotional 😂😂😫

[spotsupstuff]

yanno i think a lot of people don't appreciate how truly horrifying Pebbles' fate is when it comes to the rot. which is absolutely fair, i didn't quite Get It either until i had a nightmare that felt too real in which i was standing next to a dog that was infected with the rot. everything was fine, it was a golden retriever so it had its breed signature smile on its face as it panted

but then it started spasming. its breath became rasping and gurgling. it fell on its side, at least Trying to whine but it couldn't even communicate its pain to the world. then the rot started forcing itself out. it forced an eyeball out of its socket from the inside, all so a sticky tentacle could start feeling around itself. it started coming out of the mouth. the dog couldn't breathe. the stench of death was oppressive even though it was still alive

all i could do was look at it while trying not to throw up. my throat burned just from seeing it

the fact that Pebbles has gone through that- all Alone, for who knows how fucking long... good gods above

pieces of his body are chipping away, falling to the ground- those which don't rebel against the rest, eating away at it. it's hard to breathe, his heart is beating faster, he's gasping after it, desperately trying to clean his lungs. it's burning, it's freezing, it's a doom he knows he cannot stop now even if some kind of help arrived. he will fall apart, cog after cog. he will slowly rot away, neuron after neuron. all that suffering prolonged by his sheer size. damned by his past grace

how does one cope with such suffering, how can one stand against it without their spirit breaking? i'd say- only when they don't have the option to just die. the rot makes a sickly jungle of his guts, where only the end of fate is certain. he is but just a paralyzed, Painfully Aware prey as his predator tears his flesh apart

the track Not Your Rain captures all of these feelings so damningly well. we can literally hear the sheer agony Pebbles is going through

[stupidsexygrizzop]

mike immediately after the episode ends running off to go grab Another continuous correction michael

[blu-ish]

Damn who gave me the curse. <- is sick asf

[r0achlezbian]

i will forgive all of larian's sins both past and present if we get a quest to kill mizora btw

[write-kin]

🥄 for cal? (specifically im thinking blood, if u need a suggestion c: )

anon. i like your mind.

🥄- Force Feeding

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Cal isn't sure... why it disgusts him right now. He's drank blood well and fine before. Normally, he has to keep himself in check at the sight of it.

But now, the sight of the blood pouring from the poor bandit's neck simply makes him want to throw up. He's not sure if he can throw up, but his stomach definitely wants to test the theory.

In front of him, Montresor wrenches the man's head back, prying open his jaw, pulling out the vial of holy water the man had clenched between his teeth.

"Hm. Surprising this one managed to get so far in. He couldn't even crush the glass like they normally do." Cal's eyes traced the arc of the vial as it was thrown into the fire.

Montresor shifted back towards him, holding the dead man by the neck. He opened his mouth to speak, before seemingly noticing Calamine's state- sat back in the armchair he'd been manhandled into, curled up, looking so pale he was almost blue, face a carefully measured show of disgust. If he could be sweating, he would be.

Montresor tsks, a glimmer of concern in his eyes. He pulls Cal's legs down, moving him so his legs are crossed, hands down on his lap. Calamine wants to protest, wants to swat his hands away and go back to the far more comfortable ball he'd pulled himself into, but he couldn't.

He wasn't sure if it was because of the blood magic or something else. The idea of moving felt like a monumental task, and he thought he might pass out during it.

Calamine watches, head resting against the back of the chair, as Montresor takes one of the wine glasses from the nearby table, and like one would squeeze juice from an orange, eases the blood into it.

The scent of it is metallic, and Cal can't bring himself to stare at it for too long. It's nauseating, the way it shifts, the thin film it leaves on the glass. He closes his eyes.

The next thing he knows, Montresor is standing over him, holding the glass to his lips.

And Calamine does something stupid. He turns his head to the side, away from the glass, from the foul-smelling liquid.

"No."

"No?"

Montresor's voice is low, soft, dangerous. Too carefully, he tilts Calamine's head back, holding the glass so the rim juts between Cal's lips, the unpleasant sensation of glass bumping against his teeth. Cal dares to open his eyes, and Montresor's stern crimson eyes meet his own. They're doing the thing again, where they don't seem to reflect light, and Calamine tumbles forwards mentally.

"Open," Montresor says, and Cal's mouth opens up enough for the glass to be tipped in. The blood coats his tongue, and instead of the thick, sweet, metallic taste he's used to, it's disgusting. It feels like it's curdling on his tongue, like too-old milk, like it's drying up.

There's a glimmer in Montresor's eyes, the slight furrow of his brows, all telling Cal that he's worried. He's concerned. When has Montresor ever been concerned for him like this?

Before long, the liquid fills his mouth, and a little dribbles down his chin. Not needing to breathe means you can't choke other than on reflex, so he doesn't swallow. For some reason, the idea is repulsive, and he wants to cough it up. Monstresor pulls the glass away, and gently- concerningly so- closes Cal's mouth, tipping his head up in a way that forces him to swallow.

The moment he does, the moment Montresor lets go, Calamine sputters, coughs, the blood left in his mouth spattering onto his gloves, in a way that would be concerning if it was his own blood. He wipes it away from his chin, smearing it a little, and in his mind's eye he looks almost feral.

There's Montresor's hand in his hair, the claws of his gauntlets being moved too-carefully so as not to hurt Cal, and the glass is pressed to his lips again. He has a little more fight in him this time, but it's no use. The copper taste slides down his throat, thick and cloying and awful, until it is gone. Until he is let go, and he can slump down, nausea rolling over in his stomach and unable to go anywhere.

His head hurts. He wants to sleep. He barely has enough energy, all of a sudden, to process these thoughts.

Instead, like an animal, he has fed, and the exhaustion drops upon him like a thick fur blanket. Not that he could sleep with how awful he feels. All he can do is focus on the horrible taste in his mouth, how Montresor stares down at him, how small and exhausted and vulnerable he feels all of a sudden.

It's not a good feeling.

[honorary-fool]

oh yeah the hsr banners are Nice to me what the hell

e1 boothill in a single 10-pull, genshin could never??

[pyroshrooms]

The body reacting to stress with illness is so stupid. Keep that shit in the head dumbass, leave the immune system out of it 🙄🙄🙄

[gaygwenpool]

guess who's back after years (YEARS?? PLURAL??? how happen) of lurking to try to yell about awesome art in the tags rather than just in my head

[herrlichersonnigertag]

your favorite accidental MASH cosplayers, out on the town 🍸

feat. a cat that @draftdodgerag and I gazed up at in delight from the street below, and some fancy shmancy cocktails!

[blujayonthewing]

I LOV... HE....