Throwback to that time in my U.S. Government class when I was working with a group on a PowerPoint about the USPS, and I made this absolutely glorious meme.
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I wanna know EVERYTHING about lil fox!Leo please he's adorable! Does he have any mystic powers? Has he ever met his uncles? Does he make fox noises? How does he feel about the "what does the fox say" song/video?
Hello!!! Thank you for taking interest in my child!!!
1) Considering that he indeed has Hamato blood and is part of the family, there is a very high chance that he does have mystic powers! Though he is very young, so there is no sign of them yet!
2) One by one, yes! First, he meets Donnie, and is t e r r i f i e d by him- his battle shell spider arms and ability to create holograms out of nothing scared the poor child- He is slowly warming up to him though!
Raph also scared him at first, but with some time (and some chicken), Finn now trusts him and actually likes to be around him! He also likes to climb Raph and perch on his shoulder.
He also likes Mikey, and wasn't really scared of him at first. He was shy, as most kids are, but was ultimately won over by food.
3) Yes! The closest and most striking sound he can make is the fox "laugh". Close seconds are gekkering and barking. He can also make noises like a red-eared slider, as well!
4) Well... He sort of just... Blinks at it in confusion. He's not offended, but he just kinda thinks "We don't sound like that all??"
Thanks for your questions!!!! I'm more than happy to answer more!!
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crawling back out of the dark depths with a little portrait :)
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So I am single and a writer. Guess who was looking up wedding invitation images for a visual reference today… and guess who’s brother noticed… yeah…
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I love how I made Telemachus the perfect mix of the two
Bonus art of Grandma Athena and Boy-failure Telemachus:
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HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.
he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.
and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.
so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—
half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.
and he's just so. man. in every single way.
(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)
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