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mallory524 · 2 days ago

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Hii can I request John Walker (or Thunderbolts if u dont write for him) with a reader who like passes out if they overuse their powers?

tyy love ur headcanons!!

(I LOVE THIS!!)

john walker x reader

tags- losing consciousness, canon level action/violence, teammates to lovers, comfort, implied no olivia (doesn't affect anything)

word count- 1020

notes- I am a proud John Walker girl and i straight up giggled when i saw I’d gotten a request for him😭(also you’re so sweet!! thanks!!)

The first time it happened during a mission, John thought you DIED. Even days later, he was still thinking about the moment he saw you collapse to the ground. He had rushed to your side in the midst of all the chaos and started frantically trying to find your pulse. Yelena had to tell him repeatedly that this happens to you sometimes, and that you just overdid it and you were fine. John figured she'd laugh at him for "overreacting", but she didn't. Yelena understood, and neither of them ever addressed the tears that had been in his eyes.

That whole incident forced John to address the very real feelings for you that he’d started to develop. You're so attractive and smart, and every time you use your powers, John's just mesmerized by how cool you look. He thought about you all the time, and those 40 seconds he was convinced he had lost you were terrifying. He didn't want you pushing yourself too hard like that again.

He kept worrying that all the energy you were exerting was hurting you. Whenever you guys were on missions, he’d be constantly glancing over at you to make sure you were doing okay. Sometimes he'd step in to help if he felt like you were trying to take on too much at once, even if you were handling things just fine.

As helpful as that all was, you misinterpreted it as John making fun of you. One night while putting your gear away, you noticed him closely watching you, like he was ready for you to collapse at any moment.

"Oh, cut it out, Walker."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm sorry I slowed us down that one time, it won't happen again. Geez," you had said. When you turned to meet his eyes, though, you were floored by the amount of real concern in them.

Instead of arguing back like he always does, John just sort of wearily throws his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I know you know what you're doing."

Things were different after that. You were both terrible at communicating with one another about your feelings. About 3 months later, you actually started being honest with each other and a relationship started!

Now, you don't feel like you always have to hide your affection or your concern for one another, because it's all out there in the open.

John is way more comfortable letting you know he worries about you than he was before. He has trouble with the words sometimes, but he shows it in little ways.

He washes your suit, awkwardly folds it, and leaves it on your bed the night before a mission. He fills up your water bottle and he makes sure you're getting enough to eat. He knows that if you overuse your powers, you'll pass out anyway and a balanced meal probably won't change that, but he figures it can't hurt. He's your biggest cheerleader, and everyone jokes that he's the one running the fan account they found that posts clips of you from the news and other public appearances. John says that “obviously” he doesn’t have time to run a fan account, but he does at least follow it.

Despite his constant reminders not to overdo it, it still happens. John’s always there to carefully scoop you up and take care of you for the rest of the day.

One night, you guys are way outnumbered, and John's trying to fight this guy who’s definitely been enhanced in some way.

John might be doing okay now, but he's getting tired and the man's started to get the better of him. He's far away from you, and this man is obviously powerful, so you're really going to need a lot of energy to hurl this guy out of the way. That's energy you don't really have.

More people are closing in on you and that man is starting to pummel John and the rest of your friends are getting ambushed too- it's too much. You know you’re running out of steam and now you're getting overwhelmed. You take a deep breath in, try to steady yourself, and you finish this. Your moves are intentional and carefully aimed in many directions, but anyone watching would just see one big burst of light that illuminates the dark street and ends the entire fight. When the dust settles, all of your adversaries are down, but so are you. You don't do that kind of thing often; it's too much at once, and it's too much on your body.

When you wake up, you're in the car, and John is tending to your injuries and Alexei high fives you, saying you did a great job.

You're injured, you can feel that, but you notice John's pretty roughed up, himself. "Are you okay?" you ask him quietly through a yawn.

"Oh yeah. I heal quickly, you know. That guy was just really strong. You're a lot stronger than I think you realize, too."

You wince upon hearing that, even though John's softly smiling at you and clearly not mad. "Yikes, sorry. I was hoping you wouldn't get caught in the crossfire."

He just kisses your forehead.

"Don't apologize. But stop overworking yourself... and don't do that move again, it was terrifying."

"Well, stop trying to take on the scariest people we run into, that's terrifying," you say as you reach for the first aid kit to patch up a long cut on John's face, but he gently swats your hand away.

"No, get more rest. I'm fine. Lay back down. It's a long drive."

You don't even try to argue with him on this one. You're exhausted.

You know how the rest of tonight will go, too. John will make sure no one wakes you up again for the rest of the car ride, and then he'll carry you back into the tower and gently set you down on your bed. He'll be there for you in the morning to help you with anything you might need help with. He'll always be there for you. No matter what.

#thunderbolts*#asks #mcu #thunderbolts x reader #x reader #john walker #marvel x reader #john walker x reader #us agent x reader #us agent #marvel

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orangepeelknives · 2 days ago

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holy shit i just finished reading better half and WOOOWWWWW such an incredible fic you wrote them so so sweet and so so tender and i will so absolutely be reading everything else because it made me feel emotions i didnt know existed ive immediately recommended it to like ALL my friends !!!!!

would you ever write something just focused around the time they're spending apart at worlds ?? no pressure or anything im just new here and curious

loved your fic !!!!!!

hi thank u sm!!!!!

opened this yesterday at a coffee shop and was like yk what so true i need to write the yearning the pining the separation anxiety of it all. here's a little gift just for u, everyone say thank you thatonecode for the ask!!

Look, Mack’s having the time of his life, okay?

He’s on team Canada. He’s occasionally lineys with Sidney fucking Crosby, he’s scoring goals with his childhood idols, okay?

It’s just that—

Well.

It’s fucking embarrassing. It’s fucking embarrassing, but he misses Will.

He’s in Stockholm, living out every Canadian kid’s fantasy, and he still keeps checking his phone like a lovesick idiot between periods. It’s humiliating. His teammates are playing ping-pong and blasting The Tragically Hip in the lounge, and Mack’s hiding in a stairwell like he’s in middle school waiting for his crush to text back.

And then his screen lights up.

Smitty: Incoming call

Mack answers too fast. Way too fast.

Will’s face fills the screen, backlit by the kind of awful hotel lamp every IIHF room seems to come with, and Mack feels something stupid and warm twist in his chest. Will’s hair is sticking up in a thousand directions, and his USA hoodie is slipping off one shoulder like he doesn’t even notice. He grins when he sees Mack.

“You miss me yet, Celly?”

Mack makes a face. “No.”

“Liar.”

“How’s Canada?” Will asks, stretching out against some beige-looking headboard. “Still out there playing all-star team-up with your heroes?”

Mack shrugs, trying not to look smug. “Crosby said ‘nice backcheck’ to me today.”

Will fake-clutches his heart. “You gonna get that tattooed?”

“Eat shit.”

“You are glowing though. Like emotionally. I’m proud of you.”

Mack groans and leans back against the cold stairwell wall. “Why do you talk like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a contestant on The Bachelor.”

Will laughs. “Okay, but I am proud. It’s cool, man. First year done, and now you’re out there, holding your own with guys we grew up watching.”

Mack shrugs again, quieter this time. “Yeah. It’s… kinda unreal.”

They sit with that for a second. Mack picks at the seam of his sleeve.

It’s always like this with Will, he says something warm like it’s no big deal, like it doesn’t cost him anything.

And every time, it hits Mack in this dumb, molten place in his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do with it, so he just keeps his head down, digging his thumb into the stitching of his hoodie like he’s trying to wear a hole through it. He can score goals with Crosby. He can take a chirp from Flower without blinking. But this, just Will, being easy and sincere, is the thing that knocks the wind out of him.

“You looked good against Germany,” he says eventually, eyes not quite on the screen. “Like – annoyingly good.”

Will perks up. “So you did watch.”

“Whatever. There was nothing else on.”

“Dude. You’re in Sweden. There’s probably like fifty things on.”

Mack doesn’t answer. He just looks at Will’s stupid face, grainy on the screen, all lit up by that crappy hotel lamp. And he feels—

Something. Not the kind of thing he’s good at naming.

“Look,” Will says suddenly, leaning in a little, voice just a touch softer, “if we win the next two, we fly to Stockholm.”

Mack’s stomach does a weird lurch thing. He ignores it.

“Assuming we’re still alive in the bracket.”

Will grins. “Well yeah. You guys look like you’re trying to win gold and start a new dynasty.”

Mack shrugs, like that’s obvious. “Why else would we be here?”

Will laughs, but he looks at Mack for a second too long, like he sees more than Mack wants him to.

Then he says, “If we make it over there, don’t get all weird and starstruck, okay? You’re not allowed to big-time me.”

Mack snorts. “You’ll be lucky if I even talk to you in the hallway.”

“Guess I’ll just have to trip you in warmups, then.”

Mack grins. “Try it. I’ll put you through the glass.”

“Can’t wait,” Will says, and his voice is casual, but something in it catches. Just for a second.

Mack hears footsteps up the stairs and sits up straight, heartbeat doing something stupid. He says, “You better make it out of quarters.”

And Will, without missing a beat, says, “Yeah. I will.”

***

Practice is sharp. Crisp. Hyper-efficient in that Team Canada way, where even the water breaks feel choreographed. Crosby sets the tone, smooth and unbothered, like he’s skating on a different axis than the rest of them, and everyone falls in line. Mack included.

He’s fine.

He great.

They’re running line rushes and situational drills, and Mack’s paired with MacKinnon and TK for a stretch, which should be the highlight of his week, if not his whole life. MacKinnon’s chirping in between reps, clipped and competitive, while TK is bouncing around like he drank six Red Bulls before warmup. It’s fun. It’s fast. It’s everything Mack’s supposed to want.

But it feels – off.

Not in a bad way. Just… quieter.

Will would’ve been yelling by now. Not even at anything in particular. Just narrating a drill, trash-talking goalies, calling Mack Celly every time he missed top corner. He would’ve fake-tripped him during line changes. He would’ve dragged Fantilli into some elaborate bit about who had the worst flow on the team.

Instead it’s just—

Professional.

Focused.

Mack doesn’t hate it, exactly. He likes being locked in. Likes the way everyone here takes the game seriously. It’s not like being with Will is better, it’s just different. Less static in his brain. Less noticeable silence when a drill ends and nobody elbows him or says yo, you see me cook that guy? in that idiot voice Will uses when he’s trying to be humble and unbearable at the same time.

“Eyes up, Celebrini,” someone snaps – Montour, cutting across the slot.

Mack jerks his head up. Realizes he’s drifting, puck barely hanging on his stick.

“Yeah, got it,” he mutters, and tightens his grip.

He digs in after that. Pushes harder. Out-skates a couple of the older guys just to feel his legs burn. Puts one bar-down and hears Fleury swear behind his mask. That part feels good. That part feels like something he can control.

Fantilli taps his shinpad during a water break. “You’re buzzing today.”

“Just trying to keep up,” Mack says, squinting into the rink lights.

Fantilli grins. “You’ve got Crosby on your line, bro. You’re not allowed to say that.”

Mack shrugs and takes a sip from his bottle. His phone’s back in the locker room, but he’s aware of it like a second heartbeat. A stupid itch in his brain. Like if he checks, maybe Will will’ve sent something dumb, some blurry selfie from Herning, or a voice memo of him singing Celine Dion in the team bus, off-key on purpose.

But the rink’s quiet. Focused. No Will.

Just Mack, skating hard and thinking too loud.

By the time they wrap, Mack’s sweat-soaked and running hot, but it’s a good kind of ache. Controlled burn. He dumps his gear in a heap and peels off his undershirt, heartbeat still drumming against his ribs. The locker room’s buzzing with low chatter – TK tossing a tape roll at Fleury, Crosby dissecting faceoffs with Horvat.

Mack sits back on the bench and finally checks his phone.

One text from Will.

bro gauth brought his whole gaming setup. We are in hell. i can’t take this many grown men screaming about apex at 1am

Mack stares at it for a second too long. Then thumbs out a reply.

Tell him he’s ass.

Three dots show up right away, then vanish. Then come back.

he said 1v1. i told him you’d do it for me.

Mack snorts, but it doesn’t quite hit his face. He can picture it so clearly, Will sprawled on some hotel bed, headset tangled in his hair, chirping Cutter and getting chirped back, that easy, noisy chaos he always drags with him.

They’re probably all in some suite right now, shouting over each other, Gauthier playing DJ, someone trying to order pizza, Will getting fake mad when they forget his soda. Fantilli’s cool, sure, but it’s not the same. Mack doesn’t miss that, he just—

He doesn’t know. Maybe his hotel’s just too quiet.

“Your buddy lighting it up?” Schenn asks, nodding toward the phone.

Mack blinks, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“Smith. Saw the highlights. Kid’s flying.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Mack says, voice neutral. “He’s fine.”

Schenn laughs. “Relax. Not a threat to your gold medal or anything.”

Mack forces a smile and sets his phone screen-down on the bench beside him.

He’s not worried. He knows what Will’s like – loud, social, magnetic. Everyone likes him. Mack usually likes that too. It’s just—

Weird, seeing it from the outside. Knowing he’s not there in the middle of it. Knowing someone else is probably laughing at the same dumb impressions Mack used to get first.

He scratches the back of his neck and looks down at his skates. There’s a piece of tape stuck to one blade. He peels it off slowly, letting the hum of the locker room swell around him.

***

Third period, four minutes left, and they’re up by two. Should be locked down. Should be easy.

And then Mack fucks it.

It’s not massive – he misreads a play at the blue line, tries to step up when he should’ve dropped back, and Slovakia springs a two-on-one the other way. Fleury does what Fleury does – makes the save look surgical – but it’s still a mess. A dumb, rookie read. On international ice. In front of half the guys who used to be on his bedroom wall.

Mack skates back to the bench with heat crawling up his neck.

No one says anything.

Which, somehow, makes it worse.

Crosby leans forward on the bench, talking to MacKinnon about something neutral, faceoffs or forechecking or the price of eggs, Mack doesn’t know. Fleury taps his post once. Brayden Schenn takes a long swig from his water bottle. No one looks at him. No one chirps him. It’s not even a teaching moment. It’s just a silence that says: you should’ve known better.

He parks himself at the end of the bench and stares straight ahead, gloves clenched in his lap.

The next few minutes drag. He doesn’t get another shift. He wouldn’t have trusted himself with one, anyway.

By the time the buzzer goes and Canada wins 4–2, Mack feels like he’s been dipped in cement. Numb, but heavy. The others are buzzing, helmet taps, stick knocks, good job boys. He joins the line for the handshake with all the correct body language, all the right gestures, but his skull’s filled with static. The kind that doesn’t turn off.

He can still see it, his skate drifting too far in, his pivot a half-second late. He’d gambled on a read and lost. He doesn’t get to lose. Not here. Not when he’s already the youngest. Not when his entire value feels like it hangs on being undeniable.

By the time they’re back in the room, he’s sweating again under his gear, not from effort but adrenaline backlash. The kind that eats you.

He showers fast. Doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Fantilli claps him on the shoulder and says, “Good win,” and Mack doesn’t know if it’s real or if he’s just being nice.

His phone’s waiting for him in the stall. He checks it like it might’ve changed something.

No texts.

Which – obviously. Will’s probably at practice. Or watching film. Or getting chirped by Gauthier. Or doing any number of normal things not related to Mack fucking up a defensive read in Stockholm.

Mack locks his phone again. Leans forward with his elbows on his knees.

He’s not gonna cry. He’s not. He’s not twelve. He’s not soft.

But it’s loud in his head and too quiet in the room and he keeps thinking – Will would’ve said something. Not fixed it, just… made it easier to breathe.

He’s out of the room before anyone can really stop him. Fastest shower of his life. Doesn’t even do the whole shampoo thing, just gets clean and gets gone. His hoodie sticks to damp skin as he yanks it on, everything just a little off. A little too tight, a little too loud, a little too much.

Fantilli catches him at the doorway.

“Hey,” he says, upbeat but casual. “We’re getting food at the hotel bar if you’re hungry. Schenn said he’s buying if anyone beats him at shuffleboard.”

Mack huffs out something that could be a laugh. It isn’t. “Nah. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Mack says. His smile is fake. He knows it’s fake. Fantilli probably knows too.

“Alright, man. Catch you later.”

Mack nods and leaves before anyone else tries to talk to him. He takes the back stairwell instead of the elevator and pulls his hood up even though he’s still overheated from the game. The stairs echo under his feet. He doesn’t know if he’s in a rush to get back or just trying to outrun the feeling in his chest, like his ribs are a cage, and whatever’s inside is pissed about it.

Back in the room, he flips on the TV just for noise. Doesn’t look at it. Doesn’t even know what language it’s in.

His phone buzzes.

It’s his dad.

Can’t leave guys out to dry like that. Read the lane. Stick down. Watch the tape.

No greeting. No “proud of you.” No “good win.” Just the read. The correction. The thing Mack already knows he did wrong, already feels carved into the back of his eyelids like it’s gonna be there forever.

He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a second he thinks about throwing the phone across the room. Then he just locks it again.

Leans back on the bed and stares at the ceiling.

Everything’s quiet, but it’s not calm. It’s the kind of quiet that hums in his teeth.

He wants to text Will.

It bubbles up in him like a reflex, the same way you’d reach for water when you’re choking. It’s not even about talking, really. Just – presence. Just someone else’s weight in the room to balance his own.

He wants Will to call him dramatic and mess up his hair and say “you’re fine, Celly, holy shit, one play,” and make it true.

But he doesn’t text him. Doesn’t even open the chat.

Because what would he say? I made one bad read and now I feel like I don’t deserve to be here and I want you to tell me I do and I don’t know why it has to be you but it does.

No.

He’s not twelve. He’s not soft.

He closes his eyes and wills the heat behind them away.

His phone buzzes again.

This time, it’s Will.

good game, celly

that tip in the second was nasty

Mack stares at the text. Something clenches behind his ribs.

He types back before he can think better of it.

It wasn’t a good game. I fucked up

Sends it. Regrets it instantly. Not because it’s wrong, but because it feels—

He doesn’t know. Sharp. Exposed. Dumb.

He puts the phone down face-down on the nightstand like that’ll stop it from—

It starts buzzing.

Facetime.

Of course.

Mack sighs, then flips it over and answers it without thinking.

Will’s face pops up immediately, grainy in hotel-room lighting, hair still wet like he just showered too. He’s got that dumb headboard behind him again. He’s smiling.

“Hi,” Will says, like it’s obvious. “What’s your problem.”

Mack scowls. “I told you. I fucked up.”

“You won the game.”

“I left Fleury out to dry.”

Will raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure Fleury’s not mad. He posted a picture of the win with a bear emoji like five minutes ago.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

Will just blinks at him. Then shifts so he’s propped on one elbow. “Okay, so you made a bad read. Boo hoo.”

Mack glares. “You’re so annoying.”

“Uh-huh. And you’re a baby when you don’t get to win every shift. This isn’t new, Celly.”

Mack’s stomach knots at the nickname. He tries to roll his eyes. “Whatever.”

There’s a pause. Not tense. Just quiet enough for the weight of it to settle.

Then Will says, softer, “You’re fine, you know. You’re here for a reason.”

Mack looks away from the screen, jaw tight.

“I’m serious,” Will says. “You’re – you’re not perfect. Thank god, because you’d be even worse to deal with. But you’re good. You belong there.”

Mack doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t know how to. The back of his throat feels hot again.

Will waits.

And Mack, he hates that he likes that. Hates how it helps, how just having Will on the line makes everything feel slightly less sharp around the edges.

He swallows, still not looking at the screen. His voice comes out low. “It’s just – when I mess up like that, I can feel it. The whole shift turns. It’s like – like I poisoned the bench.”

“That’s not real,” Will says immediately. “That’s your weird little brain doing its dramatic spiral.”

Mack huffs a laugh, but it sounds wrong in his own ears. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see how Crosby looked at me.”

“He probably looked at you like that because you skate like a psychopath when you’re mad.”

“I don’t—” Mack starts, then stops himself, teeth clicking shut. “Whatever.”

Will doesn’t press. He just shifts again, camera wobbling, like he’s flipping over onto his back. “You hold yourself tighter than anyone I’ve ever met. Even when you’re great, which is, like, usually, you act like one mistake makes it all worthless. And I don’t know who taught you that, but it’s bullshit.”

Mack stares at the ceiling.

It’s not like he hasn’t heard this before, versions of it, from Will. Always with the same easy certainty, like it’s not even a debate. But it never lands quite right in Mack’s body. It gets in, but it doesn’t stick. It slides around, softens the edges, but doesn’t settle.

Because what if Will’s wrong? What if the whole reason he’s here is just a fluke, and one bad play does mean he doesn’t belong?

But Will believes it.

That’s the worst part. Will says it like it’s a given, like he couldn’t imagine anything else. Like Mack’s value is something obvious.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” Mack says finally, voice a little hoarse. “You – you don’t carry it like I do.”

Will’s quiet for a second. Then he says, “No. I don’t. You carry way too much.”

And then, after a beat, more gently: “That’s why I always call when you start melting down.”

Mack presses the heel of his palm to his eye. “I’m not melting down.”

“You’re spiraling. It’s adjacent.”

“Whatever.”

Will hums, pleased, like he won that one. Then he adds, “You could’ve told me you were having a bad night instead of being a little freak about it.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No you’re not.”

Mack doesn’t.

Will’s right, of course. He never does.

#macklin celebrini #will smith hockey #willmack #ask #my fics

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charklattexx · 2 days ago

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Hii!! ^^ I'm taking a long break from this app and maybe art? Well only osc art. But I'm not drawing much, maybe like a profile for my adopt me/roblox account because people prefer me on there, I've been enjoying it much more too. And I don't really get any fans or recognition. I've been asked about my absence on Tumblr and Pinterest my a friend. Things have went horrible after my bf and online best friend left me. I MIGHT draw again when tpot 18 comes out but I'm not sure,I probably won't even watch it 2 days until it even comes out. but I might not draw. I've had too much art style changes. I LOVED my first art style I showed on here. But I got hate,shamed and attacked for my marker gjinka,which I knew it looked bad at first until I improved it, but still people keep hating. Been called gooner artist. Been accused of tracing because "guys hear me out if u don't know what I mean by she's tracing,HER ART STYLE LOOKS LIKE FIZZERU SO SHE TRACED HER ART." That was a comment on pintrest I received, I hate being involved in drama so I just took that pin down because why not.and yes,I was inspired by Fizzeru btw. But I don't trace.im just a random young person in the osc making art for other osc people. I still haven't watched any of the new ii, 5 secondly object show,burner episodes due to being drained. I have managed to catch up with bfdia and tpot as I watched those first and liked it for about 2 years now. I'm so grateful for the fans I had!!! I won't be back for a while but there will be a chance I return soon! Hope y'all understand 😋 (ill still draw my signsona maybe but idk)

Also final doodle that isn't humanized

Td and water rabbit :D

#object shows #charklattexx #okay byeeee #object show community #bfb #osc art

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dancingdonatello · 3 days ago

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could u give some tips on writing the rise boys? Donnie is the hardest to me, but you write him flawlessly

😁😁 ok so! this is what i think about when i write them !

donnie - for donnie, he’s smart right!?? references smart stuff and says smart things

so he’ll probably not say smart but something like intelligent. so i’ll pull out the thesaurus & look at synonyms that sound smart and swap it w/ words i have in his dialogue

also i just like to assume he does things w/o telling other people if it benefits him to do so… like the whole episode where he makes his brothers just as smart as him

and he has his jokes or whatever in the show… like he’s ‘emotionless’ / a bad boy (lol) & he hates family bonding or whatever. obviously he’s not as open as the others but he does dramatise it & stuff. overly passionate about random things - video games, purple jackets…

he also doesn’t rlly listen to ppl’s warnings?? april is like i hate kendra & he’s like “but purple… & smart…” idk!!! he does it like once but could be fun to use

& i used to see posts where they’re like “how did u even think he acts this way, ur so dumb if you write him this way or think he’s like this” nobody cares that much promise! just have fun

leo - fun!!! silly!!!! likes to push buttons.

very very very intelligent hes so coolll. & he obviously has some clue how to work tech bc he rewires / recodes shelldon in that one episode :] he’s my guy

i think it really depends whether you’re doing pre movie or post movie how he is. obviously he doesn’t like the pressure of being the leader

he’s also very sporty!!! & always has good intuition - like he knows when to stop messing around & when somethings wrong. knew something was up w/ big mama immediately , knew to stop messing around when raph was missing, etc etc

mikey - i think he’s a really forgettable character in rise 😟 so you can probably get away with a lot ! but he’s fun! loves his hobbies. very trusting. loves giving people second chances, etc. like every mikey he’s just a loving dude & loves second chances & sometimes he gets taken advantage for that but that never stops him!!!!

raph - not good under pressure. does not think ahead. he’s a worrier!!!! he doesn’t like to be alone !!! speaks in the third person a lot, doesn’t like to confront people if it’ll upset them / he cares about them. obviously he confronts leo in the movie a lot, but he wouldn’t do it for scenario about like gifts like the ones donnie gave :] very sweet :]

also i think people forget rise raph is still RAPH. make him rage!!! make him angry!!!! make him punch stuff and people!!!

and also i mean you can just read fanfic and if you like how they write a certain character take notice of what they do!!! do they keep someone more quiet and u like it??? try and replicate it in your own way!!! obviously not plagiarise but take some inspo :] even from other tmnt iterations

#asks

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sapphicrot · 13 hours ago

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[you might need to tag this for rw watcher spoilers lol 😔]

oh, #1 sig lover you say?

*delivers sig’s stupid ass right to your doorstep* look at how shapely he is chat. he’s so incredibly angry at pebbles. maybe this is how he represents himself in holograms bc he looks serious irl (like an online alias…) i love this guy too chat. himnn…

bonus snippets from the actually fire comic i made in 8th grade about pebbles’ rot discovery by unparalleled innocence <3

who could believe the comic relief to be angry…GHHHh he is so funny 2 me 🐥🫶 i love character phyche

GRRRR GRGRRRGRRRGGRRRRR SIG MY BELOVED……i love it when people acknowledge its anger and actually engage with it as more than just…yknow, silly therapist guy. then again, i don’t even think sig herself acknowledges just how deeply angry he is, and chooses to shove it all down for the sake of others and probably his own sanity as well. it’s not like he has much of a choice, “being locked up in a box”, as she herself chooses to describe it. there is a bitterness behind his humor, a resentment of its situation. (hence where the rot au comes from, at least partially, hehe)

but also he’s a goofy ass mf and absolutely uses stupid gamer slang and has a deep love for her friends and RAHHHHHHHHH i could yap forever

THANK U FOR THE DRAWINGS I SHALL CHERISH THEM GREATLY!

#not my art #no significant harassment #rw nsh #rain world #rain world downpour #rw #rw watcher #rw watcher spoilers #rain world watcher spoilers #rw the watcher spoilers #rain world the watcher spoilers #letters

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hinamie · 8 months ago

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post-graduation trip airport looks

#my art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanart #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #itafushikugi #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen fanart #these took ages but fr once i am choosing to forgive myself given th fact tht i was coming out of A State when i drew them #im normal now dw drawing the first years wearing merch of my comfort content fixed me #when in doubt play dress up. life hack #i am holding fast 2 my hc tht megumi is a fiend @ indie platformers and is a household name on the celeste speedrun leaderboards #argue with a wall this is my jujutsu kaisen #megumi designated Drink Runner also #alr in line at a cafe texts their gc 'what do you guys want' n gets mad @ nobara fr making him go to a Second shop 2 get her bubble tea #anyway theres not much 2 say abt these just bc i needed sth Light n Easy 2 get me out of my head #no lore to fashion pieces which is both a blessing and a curse but it Is what i needed #nobara serving looks fr a flight i love u so much. it's probably 8 in the morning n she is in a fully coordinated fit #its so criminal tht we don't have more alt hairstyle official art fr her???? iirc it's Just the lost in paradise mv with her in buns no????#robbed. i am fixing it immediately.#wonder where the 3 of them wld go on a trip

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mayaskribbles · 10 months ago

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happy birthday, little brother

#art #artists on tumblr #mayas art #omori #omori fanart #maya's a dumb dumb #mari #mari omori #sunny #sunny omori #SUNNY BIRTHDAY....... SUNNY BIRHTFAY.......#i love u sunny from omori i love u mari from omori #ive been thinking about them a lot recently (when am i not)#oh and also i hid a bunch of little easter eggs in this drawing ^_^ i hope u guys like those ^_^#i had so much fun drawing this I NEED TO DO MORE ART LIKE THIS #i will in the future.. probably #i love yapping about my art

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hakusins · 1 year ago

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cw // cigarettes, scars

some of my top DoL characters!!

#dol #degrees of lewdity #can u guys tell im down bad for bailey yet #the one character that probably would never become a love interest #hahahaha ;w;#fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #whitney the bully #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #i have an exam on monday but i wanna play dol....and i wanna draw more uweh

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deadbaguette · 8 months ago

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Oh god, the ginger is my favourite hair design… what have I done

#agamemnon #menelaus #atreidae #I love them guys #sorry Agamemnon I do love Menelaus quite a fair chunk more but HAGSGHS I will still show u both the love and care that I can #I’ve been brainrotting them for a bit and I wanted to give them at least hair designs #I actually…. much to my dismay…… really love Menelaus’ hair #ofc it had to be the ginger #probably gna give him laurels or smth in the future #Achilles take notes this is how to be a character design I like first try #the iliad #tagamemnon #deadbaguettesart

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shima-draws · 5 months ago

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Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

#IT. WAS. PHENOMENAL. PERFECTION. LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR #SPOILERS AHEAD IN THE TAGS BEWARE #They gave us Shadow on a motorcycle. Shadow with a GUN. Shadow flexing by POPPING OFF HIS LIMITER RINGS LIKE A BADASS #AND!!! THE MOST GORGEOUS CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY GODDAMN LIFE. HOMIE WENT SUPER SHADOW AND HE WAS G L O R I O U S #THE LIGHT FUR…..THE SPARKLES…..THE GLOWINGGGGG!! HE WAS GLOWING!!!!!!#WE GOT LIVE AND LEARN!!!!! WE GOT LIVE AND LEARN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ALSO genuine family bonding? Sonic Team bonding? SONADOW BONDING???#Shadow’s little smiles during the flashbacks with Maria MY GOD I WAS GOING TO BLOW UP.#Shadow did the Akira slide on his bike and I said repeatedly under my breath I’m not a furry I’m not a furry I’m NOT a furry #I’M NOT I SWEAR #I’M JUST A HARDCORE SHADOW GIRLIE #Homie had me swooning tho I WILL NOT LIE!!!#I felt so bad for my friends I was probably insufferable for the entire film I tried SO hard to reign my fangirling back #I squealed and stimmed a LOT. SORRY Y’ALL THE AUTISM LEAPT OUT. THAT WAS BEYOND MY CONTROL #OH AND THE END?????? METAL SONIC??? A M Y??????#I KNEW they were gonna tease Amy I had a feeling #Also also it was so funny as we were walking out of the theater this guy was like ‘TAKE THAT OBAMA!!!’ and waited for an answer #And then he was like okay nobody got that. But then I said ‘I PISSED ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT!!’ and he started CHEERING LMAOOO #That movie was a religious experience. For ME. I feel like I’ve ascended to heaven #I’m so. Fucking happy right now I’m SO happy it was so good I’m going to cry #I love you Shadow the Hedgehog I love you Sonic the Hedgehog I’m going to break apart literally right now #Also one more BIG thing but I’m putting that in a separate post. Hold on.#Shima speaks #Sonic 3 #Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic movie 3 #Sonic spoilers

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garoujo · 2 years ago

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saetoru is talking abt you on her private blog (@/clorindes) yuckkkkk

CW BULLYING, LITERALLY IMMATURE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA, SUB POSTING.

hi nonnie, thank you for letting me know! since i’m leaving this blog & this platform for the foreseeable future i figured i might aswell get a few things off of my chest before i go. i apologise in advance for the vibes this post will probably bring, the discourse & the posts that will ofcourse follow, but i honestly i am not the first person to be targeted by this creator and i’m sure i won’t be the last considering the amount of creators that have been bullied off of this app by them.

first off i’ve had multiple blogs that would be considered bigger blogs such as @/hvnlydmn, @/atsymu + now this blog which is the biggest of all 3. i think there’s a sort of unspoken responsibility that comes with being a bigger blog which i know is no fun but it’s also because it can be super harmful on a site like this, when people weaponise their following.

on that note i’ll start this post by saying that i’ve known tee for probably around 3/4 years, maybe? we were mutuals on hvnlydmn & atsymu and we continued to talk on discord even when i was off of tumblr. i will honestly admit to this day i have never had a negative interaction with tee to my face and she was genuinely supportive of me during any discourse i was involved in. i am not some angel, i’ve had my fair share of crap on this app (of my own doing) but this post is not meant to come across like “oh she doesn’t like me so i’m calling her out” no. im sorry if this doesn’t line up with my brand and my ‘victim complex’ but i’m not gonna lie down and let someone on a power trip on a hobby app drag me through the mud.

first off i had began to get some off vibes from tee when i had started writing on garoujo, notably when i’d just hit my first milestone which was probably around 1k. during this i had decided to move my instagram theme from my main blog to my writing blog.

i’d noticed tee subposting (on main and on her personal blog which i followed at the time) about someone basically using the same theme as her, which after then clicking onto her blog i realised was an instagram theme. i didn’t think much of it, again me & tee were friends and she hadn’t came to me directly so ignored it. i was still a new blog and trying to solidly an aesthetic (before the beige lol) so i changed my theme / masterlists / layouts a lot.

a few more sub posts later i decided to message tee about it because with every thing i’d change / post on my blog, there always seemed to be another post. so i messaged her and got this response in: (i’ve blurred out my irl name btw) open up pics for convo!

so i let it slide, kept posting & that was that. probably a few days / a week later, tee had soft blocked me which then eventually led to me being hard blocked. i was upset ofcourse because i genuinely considered tee a good friend but i’ve always been a big advocate in controlling your space.

this was when, one of our mutuals in common (the first of many may i add) approached me on discord to say that just like now, i was being ripped to shreds on tee’s personal blog:

again i was notably upset about this because i was being accused of not only copying her theme but also her writing & masterlists, we did have a lot of mutuals in common so it was also upsetting knowing they would all be seeing these posts aswell. i allowed myself one sub post about “creating a narrative” because i was particularly frustrated but tee then also subposted about this, even though she had me blocked?

i would also like to say regarding our mutuals in common that this was not the first or last mutual to approach me regarding tee. i’ve had multiple people tell me that “they’re only mutuals with her because it would be more damaging not to be” “it’s easier to be on her side”. also i am not saying this is okay but i’ve had multiple of her current mutuals send me not only her posts, but screenshots of her private, personal instagram & also tell me about how all of them and their friends had a running joke / theory that tee made up her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) for attention.

regarding the accusations from tee i’d like to first comment on the instagram themes, again i had done an instagram theme on my main blog but it seemed to only be an issue when it was on my writing blog that was gaining traction. if the timing was off and it seemed like i copied her, i genuinely have nothing to say except it’s not the case— it’s instagram (which tee already admits she doesn’t own above) also the hanma writing? i’m still not 100% sure which drabbles she was referring to but i can only assume that 1. is when i posted a drabble about hanma fucking you outside of his subordinates house — this was a almost completely word by word rewrite of a suna drabble i done on my old blog @/atsymu i literally just changed the concept to fit tokyo revengers themes. i can post screenshots of this suna drabble also from my google docs dated February when i deactivated. the other one may have been some basic concept about him fucking you against the window.

she also mentions in the very first recent screenshot at the beginning of this post that i have apparently stolen concepts of fics / posts from her mutuals. what i want to say regarding this is, do you believe that i would have made it this far on stolen work? i don’t know any of the mutuals she’s referring to apart from 1 which i’ll get into. but every single accusation i’ve ever received has always come from someone associated or in contact with tee, she has always been at the root of it all but i have yet to receive a single anon or ask about me copying or taking inspiration from anyone’s work.

i know there was apparently a blog and an ex mutual of mine, who i had a lot of respect & time for who was under the impression i’d stolen their concept for this gojo fic. the whole premise of this fic is honestly not uncommon considering how many times people losing control of their techniques / powers / quirks during orgasm has been done in fanfiction. this concept was completely my own, i had originally posted shitposts about him losing control of his technique & also him putting you into a mating press / breeding before i’d decided to smoosh them together into a fic. we all read from the same workbook, we all have the same material to work off of — two people in a fanbase of THOUSANDS having a similar idea is not unheard of.

now onto the masterlist banners. the screenshot on the far left are the comparison photos that tee made herself— i’m sure you’ll be able to see them in better quality when she makes her own post about it; because obviously that’s going to come. first off i will say, i will admit i took inspiration from her official art masterlist banners — i thought hers looked good and i needed a masterlist so i used official art. fair game there although i only kept them for a few days before i changed again.

but onto the grey masterlist banners, i can honestly say i did not even know tee had this masterlist, also the only comparison i myself see is the colour. the only reason i chose grey was because i had started to use a grey / white overlay on my manga panels for my layout (as you can see far right), and as you know— i’ve always kept my colour scheme pretty consistent. on that note, regarding the actual layout of the masterlists— i’ve added screenshots from atsymu (that i could find due to it being deactivated) that shows the layout of my old masterlists, which was what i took inspiration from for my current. although the title font for each heading like headcanons is different, i had used the sort of old style, basic font that everyone uses before i had deactivated so it would match my fic headers i just don’t have photos obviously.

anyway on the back of this there was then discourse over me apparently copying tee’s kinktober masterlist, which again was not the case. but again due to tee’s following i had received multiple death threats into my asks the morning after i posted mine. as far as i was aware, the only similarities were the fact we both used gifs in our headers & the layout listing thirsts, hcs & fics (which is very common during kinktober but i admitted below i could see that similarity). unfortunately during all of this discourse was when ffflowers, my hate blog also came into the mix which then lead to tee reaching out to me in dm’s from her old blog.

the interaction between me & tee was pretty good, again she was nothing but nice to me directly despite the way she obviously spoke about me in private above. but as you can see below, tee herself told me that basically most of the similarities all made above were brushed off as basic. we spoke about the ig themes & i apologised, saying i could understand where she was coming from and that was that. i unblocked her & she unblocked me so i could reblog her post, it’s been that way since.

it is not my place to comment on other people’s experiences on this app but i would need more than 2 hands to list the amount of people that i’m sure have had similar if not worse experiences with tee. i know i have had multiple mutuals who have been bullied off of this platform & had their safe space ripped from them for little things such as: liking a character that this group selfship with, tee and her friends not liking their characterisation. they’ve even went as far as to go through other larger creators notes to check for minors so they can make excuses as to why they’re thriving.

i also know of a blog who was ‘blacklisted’ from tee & her mutuals as they self shipped with arataki itto at the time, one of tee’s friends also did, so they blacklisted this creator and had all of their mutuals block them for this which then in turn drove this creator off the app. there has been other notably bitchy things that i’ve heard but i have no receipts for therefore i don’t see any relevance in starting rumours.

i would also like to say i know plagiarism is a horrible thing, we have all been through it— myself included but it’s got to the point where being accused of copying tee has become a canon event. notably, bigger platforms have been ruined and driven off of this app for little things such as mdni dividers, similar colours schemes etc. and it’s the reason i’m also leaving.

i will say i have met some amazing people through my discourse with tee, notably people who have been in similar situations and i also apologise to any mutuals who we still have in common who are now sort of stuck inbetween. no hard feelings. although to tee: id be careful of the people you trust because it seems the loyalties they have to you are not as sincere as you may believe. you can also go to her personal & read the other things she was saying about me like how she was always so ? at how many people seemed to like me.

so that’s all i have to say, i’m sure dash will get a few responses from this but i’ll be logging out & turning off asks because honestly? couldnt care less. the only thing i’d change about my experience on this app would be i wish i’d blocked tee sooner.

i’d say have a nice day, but instead, have the day you deserve.

— emmie :)

#i apologise in advance to my mutuals & the innocents #i probably had more to say but yk i was rambling atp #anyways see u guys 🖤 love most of u !

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