#sage draws turtles

[boxfullaturtles]

I couldn't stop thinking about this MASH quote with Future Rise

[angelicneonanime]

They deserve to have heart shaped goggles/glasses

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[fundeadasylum]

if you can’t love you, Michelangelo will love you instead 🧡

[cursedartistnelari]

DID YOU SEE THE MOVIE???  IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

 The best 120 minutes of my life were there

 I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but the university has seriously been ruining me.  To be honest, I still haven't been able to make much progress on the next chapter, but as a reward, I decided to give you the context of my story.  So today I come to explain what the hell is going on here :)))

(without spoilers)

 The drawings are not in order. I actually didn't finish all the pictures but suck it. Take it or leave it.

Enjoy

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It's been a while since the end of the second season, they're all a year older, and apparently blue is the leader now. Does everyone like the idea? Nop

The boys managed to save the world after the almost destruction of everything at the hands of the Shedder, but not without leaving consequences. Strange cracks have recently been reported in the hidden city and New York. These cracks usually appear in random places, have magical properties, their exponential growth periodically, and are characterized by being accompanied by earthquakes wreaking havoc on both worlds. If they do not stop them soon the reality of both civilizations could be harmed. However, no one knows precisely the cause of these, their nature, or their true power... except for Draxum(? He has seen that kind of brilliance before, in his years as a warrior, yokai alchemist, and hater of humans. 

As a last resort to save the world, he decides to look for someone who he hurt terribly in the past, Usagi.

Usagi is a 16 year old boy, he was born and raised on the outskirts of the hidden city in a very gated traditional community. Where what is professed is the importance of teaching and preserving the traditions of the first yokais who came from Japan to New York settling in the hidden city to build a new life there. Some time ago, his clan was the only one that had New York, they supported each other. They had a great sense of community and union thanks to the great chief who was blessed with the power of the gods to bring harmony and order.

However, with the passage of time and modernization of human society, several members were moving away from it opting for other forms and lifestyles. This greatly displeased the sages and elders within society, causing new severe rules against anything related to change. Thereby creating a smaller, closed, and remote community until total isolation. 

Usagi was born into a society almost forgotten and close to change, he as the only son of the boss, had to learn everything necessary to one day succeed his father and continue with the tradition, he is aware of this. He knows the importance of this. He loves his father and loves his people. 

But is it really what usagi wants? What if it wasn't? 

Sadly before he could know the answer to that question, misfortune knocked on his door.

"Being different takes you bad places son"

It is one of the words he remembers most from his father as he waits his turn in the cell to get in the ring and fight for his life followed by Draxum's face, he cannot forget it, nor does he want to. Yes, there was a time when he believed he would be the chief. He really thought that some days he would make a change. He thought that he had friends. Did he was someone? Did he ever have a life?

Now he only fights to survive one more day... until some turtle boys appeared to look for him.

Things have not been easy for mad dogs, since the change of leadership from Leo to Rapha, the missions have become more complicated not to mention that his success rate in these has been declining thanks to Leo always ending up acting on his own more than in a team causing arguments between him and Rapha, followed by his two other brothers trying to calm them down.

Raphael is the older brother of the boys, he has been the natural leader of his brothers for years, and despite that, the truth is he has no problem with leaving the leadership to Leo. That is, at first the whole thing brought him a lot of mixed feelings. Was there anything wrong with him? If he was no longer the leader of the mad dogs, what is his role in the team?  It was all very confusing, but if Dad thinks it's the right decision to make Leo the leader, that's fine, he wants to support him and teach him everything he knows. But sometimes it's so complicated and frustrating to make Leo understand that every decision that he makes has consequences.  The most recent thing they must solve now are those rare and complicated cracks. Honestly, they have Rapha very worried and if Leo does not take it seriously, he does not know what else he can do.

Mikey was always the youngest in the family, he was always loved and protected by his older brothers since dad was not always available for them due to personal problems related to PTSD.  Therefore it is normal that he has never liked the conflicts between his brothers and since the change of roles, these have become more frequent.  He genuinely wants to help everyone, he is no longer a child who must be overprotected by others, sometimes he can also do the same for his siblings, listen to his problems, propose solutions, and talk.

Things like that. 

It's just frustrating that they always underestimate his abilities and treat him like a baby by hiding things that they think he can't handle.  Since the magical cracks appeared Mikey has the feeling that this could be his chance to show his brothers that he can help them too, he is the most magical of the family he just needs a chance. 

Donnie has never been the best when it comes to feelings or change. There are many things that have changed since the battle with the shedder, starting with Leo who is now apparently the leader.  Honestly, he is not very sure about this new change in the team, I mean he loves his brother and he must admit that he has some leadership qualities, but Raphael has always been in charge of leading them, it is a big change that he is terrified that It's going to go wrong and to be fair over the last few weeks Leo hasn't helped him change his mind.  Recently cracks started appearing everywhere and maybe his brothers don't understand but if they don't work as a team this could go very wrong, not being good at this feeling thing, he doesn't know how to tell others his worries about the cracks. 

Draxum insists that he knows someone. Yeah, of course. Let's trust him.

 Leonardo, to be fair with him…

He never wanted to be the leader, "the face man" was a much more comfortable title for him.  Honestly, what was dad thinking about that decision?  Everyone knew that he didn't have the ability to be the leader, you don't have to be very smart to realize that he's not the one for the job.  Being the leader of the mad dogs comes with so much responsibility and pressure, you only have to look at Rapha's forehead to know what he meant.  Not to mention that everyone is against his way of doing things, he doesn't want to be the leader, but when he tries, nobody listens to him! He gets results, right?  What is the problem, then??  Maybe he doesn't take it too seriously, but he just doesn't want to do this.  Must be a bad dad joke and by this point, it's not funny anymore. 

The cracks appeared recently and Draxum says that he knows someone who might have an answer for her, he honestly just wants to accomplish this one more mission to prove her point, until a cute boy shows up.

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 I thought about this comic as a way in which I would like to develop different aspects such as trauma, sexuality, their relationships with each other, and insecurities of the characters within the TMNT universe, etc.  Since I didn't want this to get stuck on just in one ship.  This led me to make the comic longer than I originally intended... and I mean A LOT longer.

For example, the typical rivalry between Leonardo and Raphael, but taken in a different way where Rapha tried to be like a mentor/guide for Leo developing their friendship (just like in the movie)

Donnie's problems over the idea that Draxum is now one of the good guys and he honestly doesn't believe him and doubts that someone like him can change so quickly.

 Show a nice relationship between Mikey and Leo, where Angelo acts as a support for his brother and Leo is really willing to listen to Mikey's concerns.

 I had planned that after Leo, Donnie would be the one who gets along best with Usagi although no one knows why, maybe it's because they are both quite quiet.  At some point, Usagi turns to Don to tell him about his confused feelings for Leo, but Donnie would not be of much help in this regard because I was thinking of doing him aro/ace hahaha therefore he does not understand 100% what is happening to these two but he is sure They like each other and it's annoying to hear them both being so dramatic.

Another relationship I wanted to show would be Rapha's with Cass.  In other adaptations, we saw that they have been very close and I wanted them to get along in some way in my AU.  For example that Rapha and Cass started talking to each other since he helped her with anger management issues and getting over her past as part of the Foot Clan.

 Leosagi wouldn't be the only ship in the AU either.  I love Cass x April and I imagine them in a dynamic of enemies to lovers, for me they are girlfriends and I don't care what the rest say they love each other.  Since they helped each other grow up, Splinter was the first to notice that they both have a lot in common even if they don't notice it.

Venus de milloooo, she will definitely have an antagonist role~ a turtle that splinter forgot to take and after surviving on her own in the streets of the hidden city. She ended up in the hands of big mama, being one of her champions in the battle of the nexus, earning her trust, leveling up and working for her as her right hand.

 Finally, I think about including other characters for which I already have designs and others I don't see idk I want to pamper myself.  Everything is possible.

Comic part 1

note 1: to be honest I doubt very much that I will draw the complete story that I develop for this Au, due to lack of time and nobody is paying me asdhadkjk at most a couple of vignettes of my favorite parts, explain the context, fanarts, and designs. But nothing more, I would let the fandom do what they want with this idea, just write leosagi fanfics please, I emotionally depend on that.

note2: I really want to thank @herm_izz and @nanakase_01 for helping me with the art and the script. THEY ARE SO AMAZING JUST GO AND FOLLOW THEM ON TWITTER

note3: I know my English sucks I'm doing my best :')

[ezshellshocked]

⚡︎ ┊ TMNT : Finalized designs & Headcannons.

⚡︎ ┊ Finished my official designs, now I can make comics and such without them looking different every time. !! HEADCANNONS BELOW IMAGE, FOR ANYONE INTERESTED.

⚡︎ ┊ HEADCANNONS.

Leonardo

Cannot be sneaked up on (Will catch whoever tries)

Lots of night terrors

Light sleeper

Loves bubblegum

Superiority complex

Talks to himself out loud

Really good at lying (Best liar in the family)

Always smells good

Very overprotective (especially over Mikey bc he's the youngest)

Annoying older brother vibes

Argues with Raph the most

Sleeps with one eye open (literally)

Allergic to dogs

Only turtle who CAN cook

Can't watch horror films (they freak him out)

"IDC" Thinks about it for hours

"I'm not scared!" Freaks out

Hates bugs

Raphael

LOVES Halloween. (Has decorations all over his room)

Heavy sleeper

Snores but says he doesn't

Mr.Sarcastic

Picks on Don the most

Swears in nearly every sentence

Metalhead

Bedroom? No, Mancave. (Barely leaves his room)

Talented artist

Plays the bass guitar

JUGALLO RAPH REAL!!

Hates everything and everyone.

Edgy middle child attitude

"IDGAF!!" Starts crying

Likes Mikey more bc he can playfight rough with him.

True crime >>>

Horror movies >>>

Works out to calm himself down

Only shows his "cool" art to his brothers, keeps everything else hidden

Always looks angry no matter what

Can't control his tone of voice (Speaks really loudly, and aggressively)

Hates being told what to do

Deathly terrified of roaches

Missing a tooth (From a fight with leo)

Donatello

Very very VERY tired

Mr.Fix-it

Germaphobe

Neat-freak

Really picky with food

Won't eat spaghetti or most noodles bc it reminds him of worms

Hates wearing most clothes because they make him feel trapped

Gets hiccups when nervous

Doesn't drink coffee, though likes energy drinks

Must double check everything a billion times

Throws a fit when someone messes with his plans, or things

Swears as much as Raph

RARELY in his room, mostly in his lab.

Hates the smell of dust, sage, and greasy food

Likes collecting pens

MOOD SWING KING!!

Paranoid all the time

Insomniac

Almost always accidentally falls asleep in his lab.

Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes

Can only draw mechs and vehicles, cant draw anything else

" We're poor as dirt " Has thousands of dollars hidden in his room.

Has to wear glasses but doesn't around his brothers (they pick on him :( )

Likes psychological horror better than visual horror.

Slouch king

yells a LOT

Listens to techno music when making inventions

#1 oingo boingo fan

Has slight bucked teeth

Speaks with a lisp

Michelangelo

Spoiled younger brother vibes

Loves video games

A LITERAL GOD AT DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

Hates being left alone, or away from his brothers for long periods of time

ALWAYS asking Donatello for money (usually a yes)

LOVES candy (especially sour)

Borrows April's camcord to take stupid videos

Cracks every bone in his body when nervous

"The vibes are off right now…"

" Dudezz!! " " Chill out brozz " type of guy

Wears braces!

Always doing stupid shit

PRANK LORD

#ILOVEBEINGATURTLE!!!!

Sings in the shower

Puts on whole concerts for no reasons

Plays the drums

LOVES play fighting with Raph

Likes cooking, but cant do it good.

"CAN WE KEEP IT!!"

"I licked it, it's mine"

Steals from everyone, thinks its funny

Hides Donnie's tools for fun

Talks too fast

[suunkiised]

finally finished the cast as animals!! i started this on the first day of January and just started to finish everyone up-

very happy with everyone's designs and i can't wait to draw them more :D

[Start Image Description. The main Characters, and antagonists of High Guardian Spice as animals all lined up from tallest to shortest (Right -> Left). Thyme is the tallest (6'6"), followed by Mandrake (6'3), Snapdragon (5'11), Sage (5'10"), Amaryllis (5'5"), Rosemary (5'0"), Olive (4'4"), and finally Parsley (3'0"). End Image Description]

Individual undercut

[Start Image Description. Thyme from High Guardian Spice Depicted as a Brown Bear, she's got three scars, one on her face, the left side of her abdomen, and her right leg. She has box-braids instead of her normal hair, and piercings on both ears on her nose. Thyme's clothing is a sleeveless dark green tunic, two long sleeves that cover up her paws, black leggings and leg covers. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Mandrake from High Guardian Spice depicted as a Polar Bear holding an apple, He's white with his scars being black, his hair a pale lavender, Mandrake also has heterochromia (left eye is blue, right eyes is yellow). He has two versions of himself, one with clothes and one without clothes. Mandrake has scars on his left arm, right side of his abdomen, and left leg. His clothes are him wearing a brown corset with a bright red dress shirt with long loose sleeves. His pants are black with dark brown leg covers. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Snapdragon from High Guardian Spice depicted as a Lynx, she's a light yellow-tan with lots of spots acting as freckles. She has two scars, on her left arm and an 'x' scar on her left leg. Her clothes are a simple grey turtle-neck, with armour on her chest and arms. Her pants are black being held by two belts, her shoes are combat boots. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Sage from High Guardian Spice depicted as a Carolina Dog. She's a pale tan with light blue hair pulled into a long braid, she has a scar on her left leg and her face. Sage's clothes are a black vest with grey sleeves, her terrasphere clipped to her neck line, a long purple skirt with small side bag, and a large black witches hat. Sage also has a different hair variation, going off of her cut hair during the season finale. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Amaryllis from High Guardian Spice, depicted as an Asian Short-Clawed Otter, she's got brown fur, purple hair, and pink-red eyes. She's got two versions, one without clothes and one with clothes. Her clothes are a dark purple hoodie that has white accents and two pink crystals on the front and dark purple leggings. Amaryllis has scars on her right hand, left elbow, and right knee. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Rosemary from High Guardian Spice depicted as a Snow Leopard-LaPerm Mix, she's a light pink-grey with spots on her face, arms, legs, and tail. Her hair is vibrant pink sectioned off into two pigtails. She has on both arms, right side of her abdomen, and both legs. Rosemary's clothes are a white under shirt with a pink-red bow, a brown vest, a detachable pink skirt, brown arm guards and black gloves. Her shoes are just plain sneakers with some leg armour. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Olive from High Guardian Spice depicted as a dark brown Bombay Cat, her hair is black and her eyes are a bright yellow-orange. She has a scar on her left arm and two on her left knee. Olive's dress is black with gold lace at the bottom, she's also wearing an orange ribbon with her terrasphere in the centre. End Image Description]

[Start Image Description. Parsley from High Guardian Spice depicted as a Grand Chinchilla (type of bunny), they have knicked ear, and scars on their left upper arm, chest, and right forearm. Parsley's casual / work clothes are brown overalls, a black tank-top and long brown gloves. End Image Description]

[bee-dot-exe]

Hey, it's my first and absolutely not last, QSMP fic. I had the idea for three settings, and all of them made my stomach hurt, but I didn't want to choose, so voila. Apologies for the inevitable heartbreak.

You're Beautiful, But You're Not Quite Her

710 words

Angst. Nothing bad. Just Wilbur missing our girl.

I: Garden

The leaves rustled softly in the trees above, some held onto the branches with the last bit of strength they possessed, some already fallen on the ground below, all on the cusp of changing shades, an array of soft green and mustard yellow and umber brown.

The lake nearby ran gently and splashed against the shoreline, the fine lavender sand becoming a pulp like texture in places.

The kaleidoscope of autumn crunched beneath my boots as I neared my destination. The garden I intended to build with her. A tunnel of mostly sage green supported by mauve tree trunks. The ground was covered in flora, lilacs and roses and dandelions to name a few.

I found a spot that was bare, save for the olive grass, and sat with my back against the grape wood and my legs crossed.

I reached a hand to the entrance edge beside me, brushing some stray leaves off the surface of a block of black concrete, and rested it there for a moment, hoping I was making some sort of connection with my girl, wherever she was.

I positioned myself, put the guitar I brought from inside onto my lap, and began to play.

II: Lullaby

The moon shone down on the world, giving an almost powder blue tint to the areas not illuminated by the soft clementine hue of nearby torches, in place to ward off possible threats. I kicked the leaves in front of me gently, more as a way to stave off boredom as I walked than to create a path, but I wasn't going to complain that both were being done.

El cielo de las tortugas.

A large area that was technically underground but wasn't entirely blocked off, made up by dirt and cobblestone and moss, with a wooden gate at the entrance. Dozens of turtles with varying patterned shells roamed, some finding refuge in the foliage, some stayed in the open, curious of my presence. I maneuvered around the ones that were in my path or trying to get under my footing as I walked to a just wide enough hole in the ground.

The opening lead to a separate room, not as grand as where the turtles found solace above, but comfortable enough, made of sandstone. All that resided in it was a torch and a drawing on the wall of a tiny white egg wearing a maroon beanie with a peach background.

My sun, moon, and stars. Mi niña. My Tallulah.

From the painting, or perhaps behind it, was a melody. It was short, but played on an endless loop. There were no lyrics, just the gentle strum of acoustic guitar. It was what I played when she was lost shortly after our first meeting.

The ground wasn't the most comfortable, tiny bits of dirt and sand fell as the earth shifted above, but I stayed anyway. I didn't have any kind of bedding, but I laid down anyway. I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes and creating tiny trails on my face, but let the christened lullaby take me to a dreamless sleep anyway.

III: Amipola

There was almost more sign than room visible around me.

You're my favorite superhero. I have a lot of love to offer. Please never forget me, I'll wait for you, always.

I picked up my guitar from the cushion beside me, the springs in the sunny yellow couch creaking softly as I shifted my weight, and played. Maybe I was only filling the silence, the empty space. Maybe she was listening. A wooden chest sat on the floor in front of me.

An amipola for every day you've been gone.

Bits of emerald and burgundy were practically bursting between the container and lid. There were well over a hundred. I got up from the couch, took a couple of the flowers, and very gently climbed the ladder to her bedroom.

I placed a sturdy black chest in the room's center, and put in the poppies, a photo of the two of us, a piece of paper containing the chords to our song, and some blank signs for her to let us know she heard us. So she knows I'm back home. That I waited too.

[tothefiniteyou]

You've been invited to a Super Smash Bros tournament by these two. Will you accept?

@tmntstorycomp

"Hmmm." Mikey annoyingly draws out the hum, stroking his chin in an overexaggerated manner. This has been going on for the past few minutes, the other turtles looking close to throttling him. Not his fault he was raised to always examine things from all angles. He was just doing his job. Yup. Ninja business. Or something. Something that would make Splinter proud and Leo nod all sage-like.

Speaking of which...

His older brothers have busied themselves with other matters. Which, in turn, meant there was nobody to boss him around and tell him to stay focused. Nobody to take away all his fun on the basis of this being weird and not right. Whatever. None of the other guys would know fun if it stared them right in the face.

Really, disappearing and taking the offer would be good for them at the end of the day. Help them relax and blow off some steam.

Sure, they would get worried when they returned just to find him gone, but they've been through this routine numerous times. One more wouldn't kill them, right?

"I don't know," he drawls out, shaking his head. He swears he can see one of the other turtles internally scream. "For all I know, you could have rigged things. How do I know things are really fair?"

Both strangers promptly point over to a little corner where a console has been setup. There are plenty of humans and mutants alike gathered around it, all evidently having a good time.

"Good enough for me!"

And with that, Mikey takes off running, giving in to his inner desires and immediately dropping his act.

[lingshanhermit]

Lingshan Hermit: A Century of Gender Role Reversal

In the traditions of the British Empire, gentlemen would doff their hats in respect when encountering ladies on the street. They would open doors for them at stores, allowing the ladies to enter first, and would offer their seats to them on trams. In dire situations, like the sinking of the Titanic, true gentlemen would opt to give the chances of survival to women and children, choosing to go down with the ship themselves. In Western culture, individuals with such noble actions are termed as aristocrats and gentlemen, representing the spirit of chivalry.

Approximately a century ago, the Chinese began to abandon their indigenous culture, wholeheartedly welcoming the influence of Western culture. Numerous Western values made their way into China during this time, including women's rights. As we step into the first day of June 2020, it would be hard for women from a hundred years ago to envision the elevated status that females enjoy today. While I may not be familiar with every aspect, when it comes to women's rights, many Chinese men have far surpassed their British counterparts. They not only offer seats to women but also wash their feet. Furthermore, they eat their girlfriends' leftover meals and even kneel as a form of punishment decreed by their girlfriends. When compared to a century ago, the roles and status of men and women have significantly flipped.

I wish to draw a brief comparison between the treatment of women and children in Chinese and Western cultures. This is prompted by a pertinent question posed to me. After reading my piece on Confucianism, the individual wondered why millennia of Chinese culture (spanning Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism) didn't cultivate a more refined ethos concerning the treatment of women and children — especially if Chinese culture is as superior as I suggest. It's a thought-provoking question. However, this query assumes that better treatment of women and children is synonymous with a more advanced civilization. But is it, really?

For those acquainted with Chinese culture, it's evident that such a notion isn't embedded in traditional Chinese values. It's true that many believe men and women weren't treated as equals in Chinese traditions. Yet, from another perspective, ancient Chinese culture almost viewed men, women, and children with the same lens. Traditional Confucian teachings delineate how men should hone their character and similarly provide guidance for women and children to fulfill their roles. Ancient Chinese sages neither placed women and children on a pedestal nor deemed them as beings devoid of intelligence and responsibility. In modern terms, only those with intellectual challenges or mental illnesses are absolved from accountability. (I often observe that many today regard women and children as if they are intellectually challenged. For instance, I've seen children taller than average adults still being picked up by their parents after school. I've also noticed many men pampering their girlfriends to the point of rendering them incompetent.) There isn’t a prevailing notion in Chinese culture that men should always shield women and children from perils. Yet, this doesn’t insinuate that Chinese men would be indifferent to the plight of women and children. Perhaps it's because sages understood that one can't always be their protector. They believed everyone, be it women or children, should be accountable for their actions. Nature doesn't exercise leniency just because you're a newborn.

In a BBC documentary, newly-hatched sea turtles, emerging from the sand, make their precarious journey towards the ocean. This brief voyage is rife with dangers. Predators like seagulls and even crabs lurk, with some turtles being ensnared and dragged away. The majority fall prey and are devoured before reaching the waters, with only a handful making it. However, reaching the sea doesn't guarantee safety as it teems with its own set of predators. Witnessing these scenes, do you think the predators would show mercy, realizing they are infant turtles? As humans, we've been protected all too well. We aren't exposed to dead bodies or suffering. We haven't witnessed war in seventy years. Living in big cities, we are like the young Prince Siddhartha, sheltered from the harsh realities of life. But that doesn't mean suffering doesn't exist. Nor does it mean we've escaped the natural order of things. We desire to safeguard those we love, to embrace them closely, hoping they don’t touch the ground or get their feet scratched by sand and shells. But is this truly protecting them? Ancient Chinese sages didn't view women and children as beings needing special care. This was because they recognized that the law of cause and effect is impartial, applying equally to everyone and every creature. This universal law won't be lenient just because you're a woman, a child, or a cute animal. Treating certain individuals as ones needing special attention renders them incapable of taking care of themselves.

The person who questioned me is a Buddhist. I'd like to ask him: Do you think hell shows favoritism towards women? Would the tortures of hell be any less severe for a woman, sparing her from being sawn in half? If a woman gets accustomed to men shielding her from adversities, picking up the pieces for her, she may grow irresponsible, assuming someone will always stand between her and life's challenges. But in hell, there's no man to shield her. If the principle of cause and effect is truly impartial, viewing these women as beings without accountability is a profound folly. It instills in them an illusion that they can act without consequences. Yet, even if someone wishes to bear the consequences for them, the laws of karma will hold them responsible.

In my younger days, I admired the spirit of the gentleman in British culture. I'm not against moderate care towards women. But when taken to extremes, problems arise. Many Western concepts, when transplanted to Chinese society, morph into something else. The Western attitude of caring for women and children has evolved into unlimited indulgence and servility in many Chinese men. To deny this would be dishonest. As previously mentioned, Chinese women currently enjoy an unprecedented status. Historically, perhaps only figures like Empress Wu Zetian and the Yehe Nara clan could compare. This doesn't necessarily lead to their happiness or betterment. Excessive indulgence breeds an overinflated sense of self. This could erode their kindness and virtue, making them more susceptible to misery. According to Buddhist teachings, the stronger one's ego, the more intense their suffering. In my view, many Chinese men haven't quite grasped the Western attitude towards women. While British men treat women with respect and care, many modern Chinese men treat them with extreme pampering. I once saw a man in my social circle meticulously document details about his girlfriend on his phone: wake-up calls, meal times, her need for three hours of solitude every afternoon, birthdays of all her relatives, even her dog’s birthday. I wonder if he ever noted his own parents' birthdays. If he devoted as much care to his spiritual mentor, he'd have achieved enlightenment by now. Such absurd behavior conditions women and children to irresponsibility, making them accustomed to living on a pedestal. I don't see any benefit in this for them. From a Buddhist perspective, karma doesn't give you special treatment just because you're a woman or a child. Nor does it exempt you from hell due to your gender. For women who have become accustomed to privilege and high status, I wonder how they would humble themselves in the practice of Buddhism. Those who walk the Buddhist path must learn to place themselves in a humble position. But these women have become incapable of humility, unable to bear any grievances. They can only feign humility, but it's risky. One day the facade might crumble, and it will be disastrous. Over the years, women in China have been well-protected — more precisely, they've been overly pampered. One can witness the degree to which some women's egos have inflated. They take pride in manipulating men, controlling them, and even in their inability to cook. Some label themselves as "pitiful", perhaps envisioning a life of an empress. This only adds to their karmic burden; the stronger the ego, the greater the potential for suffering. Traditional Chinese culture did not specifically prioritize women and children as needing special treatment. Each individual, regardless of their intentions, must bear the consequences of their actions. This isn't a matter of morality, but of universal law. Whether you like it or not, you must abide by these laws because they govern the cycle of cause and effect. If you resist, these laws will still enforce themselves. If we are constantly protected and cared for, it's difficult to learn accountability. It's crucial that women understand when they've erred and that actions have consequences. If they wish to avoid these repercussions, they must amend their behavior.

The consequence of a woman's inflated ego is the suffering of her partner. And when he suffers, many more suffer in turn, as men strive to satisfy insatiable desires. The imbalance between their capabilities and these desires leads to a multitude of problems and transgressions. Remember, society is built on women and their partners. If more women harbor such entitlement, everyone pays the price — we all become victims. It's a difficult concept to grasp, akin to how, as I mentioned years ago, if a businessman legally gains the right to deforest a land, every global citizen is a victim. The world becomes more and more absurd. I've witnessed a woman attempt to make tomato and egg soup by boiling whole tomatoes and unpeeled eggs. I've seen men punished by being made to kneel beside children. I've observed bed sheets for sale on Taobao split into two parts, where three-quarters is labeled "for the wife" and the remainder, "for me." Do you comprehend what this signifies for our world?

I recall a joke from a book I read as a child: A man enters a matchmaking agency, and the receptionist asks him what kind of woman he's seeking for a wife. He replies, "I want someone hardworking, domestic, chaste, and obedient." The receptionist interrupts, "Sir, with those requirements, I suggest you start digging in a graveyard."

Three decades ago, this was a joke. But now, it's far from humorous.

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灵山居士：百年男女翻转录

[gaybabything]

Hi! Please don't feel bad about going over board on the TOA stuff! It sounded SO cool. I have never watched it, but you talking about it has definitely made me wanna check it out!! However, I liked what you talked about so much I stopped reading about half way through so I wouldn't get too spoiled since I will probably be watching it now (if I rememver after I finish watching it, I will come back and read the rest!!)... also the fact that pretty much every other show you have listed I love. Our taste is so similar, I'm sure I'd probably like it!

As for my own headcannons... hmmmm. None that really come to mind. You have so many cool ones but... I'm not sure I have any of my own. Though I do like most of the really popular headcannons for Rise I wouldn't call them my own, since someone else came up with them? (Such as Leo being gay/trans, Raphs lost of sight in one eye after the movie, ect)

My favorite colors are as follows: sky blue, brighter shades of green, then purple!

And finally, I like to draw turtles mostly. As for writing? I have like a billion and one ideas floating in my head at all times‐ only like .01% of them end up getting written down on paper.

Hmm for my next question... what is YOUR favorite colors? Do you like any books? (I used to be REAL into warrior cats) annnndddd any music you'd recommend? (I get nervous recommending music, so, if not that's fine, I get it ^-^)

I totally get that, I also really like the more popular headcanons that other people come up with! (Like Raph's eyesight.)

My favorite colors are dark sage green, darker purples, and queen blue (or similar shades).

My favorite childhood books were A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Unwanteds, Fablehaven, and The Magic Treehouse! My current favorite book is Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots!

For music I'm a big fan of Will Wood! My top songs are probably Marsha, thank you for the dialects but I need you to leave, Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture, Love Me Normally, and Hand me my shovel I'm going in! Other random songs I like are Gamma Ray by Beck, Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie, Girl Anachronism by the Dresden Dolls, Crocodile Rock by Elton John, and Bad Moon Rising! My Playlist is kind of one giant pot of the most random songs ever.

Alright, now more for you! Do you like to bake/cook? And if so what's you're favorite thing to make? What's your favorite animal? And what's your current favorite piece of media? (Could be a show, book, video game, whatever comes to mind!)

[saveourskinship]

Thankathankathank youuuuu @akorah for the tag 🥰

Three Ships:

Dramione. Because kissing someone furiously while grumpily saying "You. It's you. It's always you but... Why does it have to be you" is my jam, bread, butter, marmalade and vegemite [marmite if you're heathen ie smutty]

Zutara. Because they make each other better. They move each other forward. Because fire. Because water. Because lightning. Because ice. Because scars. Because healing. Because because because.

Skam and Beadie. This is cheating because they are original characters I am writing. They are not even a couple but God help me am I the hell leaving space to write my own fanfiction about them. Maybe an HEA where they don't all die at the end. *shrugs*

First Ship:

In anything: Barbie and Action Man. Before I was even in school my sister and I would steal our brother's Action Man as Barbie's partner. Ken's job was Beach. Our Barbie needed a man with a plan.

In media: Sora/Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. I used to devour fanfic about them. Shout out to the one which sticks in my brain and introduced me to My Chemical Romance when Kairi got married to Squall because of something to do with Mickey being an little shitprick which I think was because of some soul signature nonsense? I can't remember and anyway Demolition Lovers was their wedding song and the bane of my mother's existence - Save's Emo Phase was born.

Last Song:

Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous (shit, this is actually a lie, but it's the last 'proper' song I listened to since I don't count the demo I'm making for my friend's satire girlpunk band she decided to create last night as a real song yet. It just has boop-boop-boops. Night Lunch can pull off songs with only doof-doofs and boom-booms. I cannot. So the demo won't be real until Sasha does the drums at least.)

Last Movie:

What A Girl Wants. Look. It's Amanda Bynes. I love Amanda Bynes. It is also Colin Firth and blue blood upper crust English vibes (done poorly, sure, but still). The last chapter of rose-petal compliments is needing all the help I can get it right now.

Currently Reading:

Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir

Lesbian necromancers in space. Need there be another reason?

Currently Watching:

Jujitsu Kaisen Season Two (Gojo, my love. I salivate, I wither, I breathe so much ecstasy I lack oxygen and die.)

Taskmaster NZ (rewatch. Like, no shade to my country or anything [said under the world's largest umbrella] but fuck we're shit.)

Last Thing I Wrote:

Like, as in finished? Because otherwise it would be this, right?

I wrote delivery instructions for a food order earlier today. Can't have done it very well because the driver still got confused and had to call me.

In terms of Things with Titles that are Complete™️, then an original folktale called.... fuck, what did I call it? I can't remember. It's about an unnamed protagonist and a boatman though. Still waiting on my rejection emails from the magazines I've submitted it to 😂

Currently Writing:

Let's skip over the arseholiness of me saying that I'm currently writing this again, shall we? (Let's not turtles-all-the-way-down my mentioning it either.)

Okay. Here we go:-

rose-petal compliments: dramione. Quiet luxury, Hermione is wealthy. Set in the Muggle world.

sacreligious inferences of a midnight paradise: dramione. Trope soup. Marriage law/fake dating/date or die. (Plus a bunch more tropes because why not?)

The Absolute and Total Defeat of One Draco Malfoy. Multi-ship. Crack. Crack from crest to cunt.

What's Owed When. Dramione. Unexpected Pregnancy. France. Delectomancy. Draco pines so hard he's basically a forest.

foil&fall. Tansy (Teddy Lupin/Pansy Parkinson). Fluff. Epistolary.

Untitled warfic. Dramione. My attempt at All Plot, No Vibes. Yes, you read that right. I'm trying to write something with NO VIBES ALL PLOT. (Draw a pentagram and sage for me, I bloody need it.)

The Environmental Suicide Club. Original YA speculative fiction. This is the one Skam and Beadie are from. Grief. Environmentalism. Nihilism. Set one generation in the future. Everyone dies at the end. A Fun, Very Good Time! Completely unmarketable! Wheeee!

Untitled socmed. Theomione. Writing this one with @they-call-me-megs A bunch of fun and one we return to when we're struggling for inspiration elsewhere.

Aster, the Star-Sailor. Original children's series. Sci-fi, pirate adventure. Came from writing the Tansy and I fell in love with it. Thanks, Pansy.

Fate and Free Will series. Urban fantasy six-book series. Currently undertaking a massive rework of the structure.

wander/wonder. A Luna Lovegood POV story Christmas visual novel. Story is written and am hoping I can finish the video in time for December.

There are a few more but these are the ones I work on a least a little bit every week.

Tagging @they-call-me-megs @thusatlas @paandreablack

[boxfullaturtles]

"Listen, when you love somebody, you're always in trouble. There's only two things you can do about it: either stop loving 'em, or love 'em a whole lot more." -Colonel Potter, M*A*S*H 4077

Iiiiittttttt's my gift to @no-brain-only-brainrot for the @rottmnt-secret-gifting event!Raph finds ways to spend time with all his brothers and he loves them all very very much <3

I hope you like it and thanks to everyone who organized, hosted, and participated! Happy Halloween!

[angelicneonanime]

When in doubt, draw memes

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DO NOT USE/EDIT/TRACE/STEAL/REPOST MY ART

Ko-Fi / Tip Jar / Commission Info

RedBubble / TeePublic / Etsy

DeviantArt / Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram

[fundeadasylum]

have a buncha rottmnt sketches i probably won't clean up

disaster twins stealing poses from a different set of twins and some movie mikey cause i was listening to a song the last one is Raph as MAG!Hank from Madness Combat just because the image wouldn't leave me alone

[rogue-coyote]

tag game

tagged by @spielbrgs ty <3

name: raven! or asche, w.e.

pronouns: she/they/he/whatever

where do you call home: treaty 1 territory on turtle island aka canada

favourite animals: cats and horses

cereal of choice: i don't really eat cereal anymore but when i did... something cinnamon flavoured and granola adjacent

are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: visual and kinaesthetic. if i can't use my hands i won't remember shit.

first pet: a tortoiseshell kitty (smokey) who lived to be about 19 🥹

favourite scent: cedar, sweetgrass, sage, leather, wood smoke, petrichor, rosemary. basically if it smells like ceremony it’s my happy place

do you believe in astrology: eh... i think it’s a fun spiritual thing that can bring meaning if you’re struggling to find meaning but i'm not going to organize my entire life around it. also there’s a distressing amount of right-wing radicalism and weird gender essentialism attached. so long story short: i believe in like 45% of it for my own purposes while also recognizing it’s all made up horseshit and i’m fine with that. it's simply one of many lenses to see the world with.

how many playlists do you have on spotify / apple music: babygirl i have playlists for characters and moods you can’t even imagine... aka i'm not counting all that

sharpies or highlighters: i'm so baffled by this question? why not both???

song that make you cry: the national - vanderlyle crybaby geeks + noah and the whale - first days of spring

song that makes you happy: the andrews sisters - boogie woogie bugle boy + the strokes - under cover of darkness

and finally, do you write/draw/create: i write, draw, create gifs and graphics. i used to post a lot of art and writing for my OCs but... i've become far more private over the years + went through a period of not making much of anything. i've only recently started writing and drawing again.

honestly i get anxiety about tagging people so! go wild if you want to ~_~ or don't idk lmao

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Vicarious (Part 3)

Since it has been a while here’s the full fic.

Content Warning: Suicide Attempt. This is a rather heavy chapter so read at your desecration.

Azula loves the smell of sage incense. It has always soothed her nerves.

Strangely, she is already calm.

More than calm.

She is…relieved?

Yes, relieved. Undeniably and mercifully relieved. There is comfort in finality. Comfort in knowing that, after a few seconds of initial shock, things won’t be so painful anymore. They won’t be painful ever again. 

She closes her eyes and inhales, the incense pleasantly tickles her nose. She lays back. Part of her…most of her wishes that things could have been different. That she could just lay her head down and then wake up as someone new. 

She supposes that, that will indeed happen. 

With luck, this life will be buried very, very deep in the next one. Inaccessible to who or whatever she becomes. She isn’t all that picky. In fact, she rather hopes that her next life will be something simple and dumb. A turtle-duck, perhaps or a house pet. 

She doesn’t even need to be an animal. 

She can be a tree or a firelily. 

Just as long as she is not Azula anymore. 

She swallows hard and draws her blade. 

She takes a sharp gasping breath as cool steel graces her wrist; sn impulse, perhaps, nearly involuntary. Her body is shocked by what her hand and mind have done.  She didn’t think that she would cry but she is. She knew that it was going to be painful, but somehow…somehow it hadn’t occurred to her that the initial pain could be more than even she could handle. 

Her breaths are shaky and for a few moments, she is scared. She is absolutely terrified. Her heart races and she almost cries out. 

She can still stumble her way down the hall clutching her weeping wrist. 

They can still help her.

Maybe if they see her in such a state they will understand that she is just a girl. That she just wants to be okay. That she isn’t some creature that lives and breathes wartime propaganda. 

She doesn’t live at all. 

She reminds herself that she doesn’t want to. 

And the pain does pass. 

At the very least, she gets used to it. 

Just the way she has gotten used to feeling every horrible thing that a person can feel; anger, hatred, regret, useless, weak, hopeless. Sad. Mostly sad. And lonely. 

She won’t be lonely if she is reborn as a rabaroo. People like rabaroos. Even she likes rabaroos.

Azula cradles her arm against her chest and closes her eyes.

.oOo.

Sokka has been on many life changing trips in his life. He isn’t sure how many times his life can change before he stops being able to recognize it as his life. It certainly isn’t his life right now. He knows it upon waking. Knows by scent alone--by a gentle aroma of smoke and something floral. 

He knows it by the searing sensation in his wrist. 

Panic grips him in an instant. 

He knows that he is dying. 

And dying fast. 

The hand that had done this was expert. 

His head spins and his vision blurs. He can’t remember, where had he been? What had he been doing before he got here? Where is here? He doesn’t think that he deserves whatever he is getting. 

He closes his…someone else’s right hand over that person’s gushing left wrist. He parts their lips but he can’t make a sound. This body is so very weak, it doesn’t have much left in it. Perhaps the only thing keeping it alive is that his soul had come to reside in it.

But his soul can’t keep it around for much longer. 

He tries to get up–a waste of energy really.

Of course he can’t move. He can barely even whimper. He only managed to slump further over. With what remains of his energy he tries his best to slow the bleeding. 

He takes off one of the several plentiful layers of robes that this body is dressed in and he ties it tightly near his elbow. And then one more layer is tied directly at the wrist. At this point it is little more than a bandaid on a literally gaping wound. 

There is nobody here. 

Nobody who can help him stop the bleeding. 

His head hurts so terribly.

He can’t think clearly.

And in that lack of clarity he finds himself admiring how well manicured and filed this person’s nails are. This person has such a dainty little hand, very soft. The sort of fingers that would feel nice tracing the side of his cheeks. This person, he deduces, has to be a firebender. 

He is almost certain that he has seen this hand before. 

Right now he can’t place where. 

Sokka wonders if Katara will miss him. If Aang and Toph and Zuko will. If Suki will.

Of course they won’t.

Because he will still be there.

It just won’t be him. 

But how will they know?

He wonders if anybody will miss the person with the red and gold nails.