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holy shit thìs is so good
The Onryo Boys at the Comp
aka what has been going through their heads
@tmntaucompetition 2025
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This... space was strange. Unnatural. The air moved strangely and wore on Leonardo's senses. There was a feel of stagnation both in the flow of air and energy that curdled in his stomach like a stone. No familiar rumble or flow of life. It was different from the harsh vividness of the spiritual world as well. Flat and empty except for a faint buzz. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. It still made him want to scrunch up his beak in instinctive irritation.
Subtle presences brushed against his awareness. A lot of the counterparts here had some sort of mystic energy to them. But there were individuals here who were overflowing with mystic powers. There were even a few that outstripped him. This had made him even more wary. And he had done his best to subtly lead his brothers clear of them whenever they drew near.
He knew he was being paranoid. They were his and his brother's counterparts. There should be no enemies here, and conflict was unlikely. But the idea of potentially facing an enemy that he would be unable to protect his brothers from again filled him with dread.
His brothers.
He couldn't help but take a moment and simply indulge in the feeling of being able to sense his brothers again. Even before...everything, it was one of the few things he had been able to do. Now with two of his little brother's spirits within his senses, even slightly different in feeling than before, it felt like he could finally breathe.
Even if he didn't deserve it.
It was cruel to give him a taste of what he had missed so much. To tempt him with an award he hadn't earned. He wasn't supposed to see his brothers yet.
In his peripheral vision, he takes them in. They're a bit older than he last saw them, a bit more worn. Both of them look like they have lost weight, bags even deeper under their eyes. Both adorned with scars unfamiliar to him. Anxiety weighs heavily in his stomach like a stone at the sight. He wants to take them in his arms, hold them close, never be separated again. But he can't, no matter how much it destroys him to do so.
Until Raphael came home, neither would he.
Leonardo shifted forward, readying himself. So far their search had been fruitless, with no sign of their lost brother. Every glance of red in his peripheral had given him a painful stab of hope and dread, and by now he was worn quite thin.
Perhaps searching in the main throng had been a mistake. Raphael was never fond of crowds, and might be lurking in the alleys or outliers of the fantasy-themed space.
Who knew what state he would be in after being trapped for 3 years with their greatest enemy?
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yes always
While I'm up when I shouldn't be would anyone like to hear the thoughts in my head about 2012 Raphael?
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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.



Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
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Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
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i don't know the etiquette for posting other peoples tiktoks but the delivery of this punchline hit me like a FUCKING TRUCK please
NikhilClayton <- you should follow this guy on tiktok he's fucking hilarious
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silly thing i drew in ms paint
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fugitoid drawing for now. busy with commissions 😼 just wanna show im still alive !!!!!
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i told the cool kid in my art class that i would watch the movie they recommended over the weekend and yet here i am watching the rise movie again
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Piper! A non-Sunset related super-powered OC! The little punk can travel through people's dreams, but he's still getting used to it. Not something he asked for, but it's something he's dealing with now. I wanted to get in some background drawing practice, and Piper's fun to draw so here we are. :)
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