Hi I Really Enjoyed Your Writing And I Recently Got Interested In Tmnt And Rottmnt Due To My Sister Watching

Chainsaw Man, チェンソーマン, Chensō Man by Tatsuki Fujimoto.

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Hey you,sweet adorable, cabbage rottmnt fan.

Have you ever wanted to just share your oc or just yourrself in a relationship with your favorite comfort character, but oH NO!

A GANG OF A TOXIC SHIP IS INVADING AND DESTROYING YOUR MOTIVATION TO MAKE MORE OF YOUR CONTENT! WHAT SHALL YOU EVER DO WITH YOUR TALENT?!

FRET NO MORE PRECIOUS BEAN! I've got a VERY COWABUNGA and BOOYAKASHA offer for YOU🫵

I've 90% completed a discord server for people who just want to share their tmnt ocs or y/n art with the turtle gang (mainly the rise generation) since it breaks my heart ever time a person has to be an ass about rejecting or shaming individuals for drawing their ocs or y/n with the turtles, for whatever dumbass reason.

In this server, I welcome everyone, but kindly ask that adults post their stuff in the nsfw rooms, where minors can not see them for everyone's safety. If possible, there will be events for whatever me and my staff have decided for the month (the deadlines will always be flexible depending on the person's schedule to finish their entry). Some contests can even be held by a member wanting to do a "Draw This In Your Style." Just ask for permission from the staff and myself included.

The incompleted part is mainly the chatrooms for the adult audience, but they will be completed as soon as I can work on them as of date. The current mod team is the lovely @mrabubu and it means a lot despite only having one mod for this server.

If you are interested in joining this server, please send a message, and my inbox is open for any asks.

boygenius replicating nirvana photoshoots for rolling stone

"But I'll be there for you

As the world falls down."

Ugh, I love this man and I'm a slut for hand kisses.

I had this drawing done for almost a week; I don't know exactly why I didn't post before.

It's inspired by that one scene in the movie 'Anna Karenina'. It randomly popped into my mind and I HAD to draw it with Future!Leonardo. I wanted to put a part of the lyrics of some music because why not, I thought in many, from the Beatles to Lana Del Rey to even Metallica(don't question my train of thought, I haven't taken my ADHD meds for two weeks straight) and I ended up with 'As the world falls down' by David Bowie since Leonardo loves Glam Rock.

I think it's kind of yandere-ish? I don't know 🤷🏽‍♀️

In case anyone wants to see it, my first attempt drawing it(I ended up hating it and re did it), the current drawing's Sketch, and the scene I mentioned.

I suffered too much trying to figure out the hands.

Also have a sketch I did randomly in the same day.

Bye, I think I will change how I draw the turtles' head once again 👍🏽

Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

kendrick lamar wrecked drake’s shit so hard he’s trending number two on the white fujoshi website 😭😭

some quick Leo sketch I had in mind while listening to this ost from Frieren.

Horrortober Day 30- Lonely(Yandere Rise Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Another one I'll probably try to rewrite, although I'm not sure what more to add. Maybe emotion. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Anger, destroying things out of anger, hinted future bloodshed, kidnapping, dark themes, yan themes

Words: 775

Summary: You left, and it drives Donnie mad

Donnie shifts in his bed, his gut telling him something was wrong. He feels around his bed for you, his heart racing as his eyes open. You were gone. The spot you last were wasn’t even warm, the sheets that once covered you messed and strewn about. Donnie jolts up and moves from his bed, patting the blankets down in hopes to feel you buried under. Not finding you in the mess of sheets, he rushes from his room and moves around the lab, calling your name and searching every nook and cranny. His eyes land on the open lab door and his heart sinks, his hands shaking as he wakes up SHELLDON and sends him off to search for you as well.

It takes painstakingly long, but Donnie ends up searching the entire lair top to bottom three times. Not a single inch was unaccounted for, and more importantly, neither were you. Donnie sits in front of his computers in his lab, seething. You ran. He took such good care of you, and you ran. Donnie shoves the half-finished tracking collar off his desk, regretting not setting you up with the subcutaneous trackers he had for the rest of his family. He curses his want for you to be special, to make something just for you. He should’ve been more careful, shouldn’t have fallen for your lies and your words. You were too willing, and he shouldn’t have believed it was from mutual love.

Donnie pushes his chair from the desk and stands up, screaming out in anger. His heart was throbbing, fury bright in his eyes while shoves cabinets to the ground and listens to the clatter of his tools being thrown against walls. He stays away from his projects, not wanting to destroy his life's work in his fit of rage. His fists clench at his side as he stares down at the mess he made, his tools scattered and shelves emptied onto the floor. He stands there for a moment, just letting his anger roll through him in waves, not trying to calm it at all. You had betrayed him. You ran, despite promising him your heart.

Donnie turns back to his computers, righting the chair and settling into it as he frantically starts to look through everything he could to find you. He gains access to cameras around town, his eyes taking in screen for barely a second before flipping to the next, running your name through databases to see if you had tried to call or book anything in the hours you ran. He searches the files of all the local police stations, looking for any new visits or files that contain you.

Each station was an annoyance to look through, every file having its own access key he needed to break through. He reopens the cameras on his other monitor, glancing at them while he painstakingly searches through every single folder they had online. He clenches his hand as he stares at the dozens of drives he needed to get through, his heart pounding both from anger and the annoyance of needing to cover his tracks lest he get caught.

It takes him what feels like hours, but he finally gets to the last police within a walkable distance in the time you’ve been gone, his eyes flicking back and forth between the cameras open and the files he’s decoding. He pauses when he sees the door to the precinct open, his chair swiveling as he moves to face the screen better. Through the grainy cameras the police station held, he could make you out. You were barefoot and only wearing Donnie’s clothes, different ones than the pajamas he gave you to sleep in. The sweats and hoodie you stole were baggy, both made to his specifications and you didn’t have a shell to help them fit.

The sight of you walking up to the station desk makes him sick, the woman manning the station looking at you with pity as you shake before her. Donnie slowly stands up, moving through his wrecked lab with a quiet peacefulness. His eyes were focused, determination and anger mixing together to form a dangerous concoction. Donnie pulls on his battle-shell and mans his tech-bō, fully prepared to do anything to get you back. You were coming home, no matter how much blood he had to spill.

Donnie takes one last glance at the cameras, watching you being ushered off into the back of the station, his knuckles lightening in shade as he steams. You would regret leaving him, one way or another. And he would make sure you never could again.

Баллада о солдате |  Ballad of a Soldier | Grigori Chukhrai | 1959