一∑ Blast From The Past。・゜・

So I’m like hella new to tumblr so idk if I’m doing this right but I saw your art and instantly fell in love. God you’re talented. If I may so humbly request, I am dying for a vampire Mikey. 🙏🏻 only if you want to of course. Remember to take breaks and tend for your health and happiness above all else.

"Sorry about that... you'll forgive me, riiight?"

I've been hesitant to keep posting my yandere art, but it felt wrong to not finish the vampire turtle art I've been making recently! I mostly postponed it because I didn't have inspiration, and I didn't know what pose I wanted to use for him. But I'm happy I managed to get it done. Thanks for sending in this ask, and please have a nice day!

It's okay if you experimented with gender and realized you were cis.

It's okay if you experimented with your sexuality and realized you were straight.

It's okay if you experimented with gender expression and decided to lean more into your expected gender expression.

It's okay if you try things and find that you're most comfortable with what you had before. That's why it's called experimenting.

Gonna post these sketches here of a blurple villain Leo because he lives rent free in my head @desceros @gbao3

i've seen quite a bit of confusion about this, so let me attempt to clear things up :

empathy is the ability to feel somebody's emotions as though they are affecting you personally. for example, somebody tells you "my dog died last night!" -> you now feel as though you've lost a pet personally -> you feel grief and sadness just like the other person. not everyone has empathy. it's a trait some people develop and others don't. some have high empathy, some have low empathy, some (like me) have none.

sympathy is the ability to understand and care about somebody else's struggles, even if you don't feel them yourself. so, somebody tells you their dog died -> you realize how this affects them emotionally -> you care about this person, and are upset that they are suffering. not everyone has sympathy either! it's a scale, just like empathy.

compassion is doing something to relieve another person's suffering or make them feel better. somebody tells you their dog died -> you don't want them to remain upset -> you come up with ways to help them feel better, like offering comfort and distractions, or other forms of support. compassion is a learned trait, not something you can be born with like empathy or sympathy. anyone can learn to be compassionate, although some may struggle more with it than others; it's a skill, just like anything else.

however, none of these are required to be a good person. that's a choice you make on your own accord. i hope this clears things up!

Fujimoto has perfected creating the most authentically selfish characters. I feel in many stories characters' selfishness are justified through the narrative. That they have suffered through something so significant they deserve to be selfish. I'm not saying I disagree with that sentiment, selfishness is necessary for self preservation at times. But what Fujimoto does is very different.

His characters are selfish consistently. They want to be the best, make the best movies, be good, and be known for being good. Their selfishness is not justified and it feels awkward and cringy. They often do awful things and think about it hundreds of times until finally their thoughts overlap in such a way they have convinced themselves they did the right thing. Sometimes, they never had to convince themselves.

Denji wants a normal life, but he wants fame! He wants tons of girlfriends, but he wants to be loved unconditionally! Asa wants to save Denji, but she's really thinking about how good she'll look saving him! She sits in front of a TV giggling about how awesome she looks killing a giant devil and being renowned for it. Fujino scared that Kyomoto will become a better artist than them, actively attempts to trap Kyomoto with them and keep Kyomoto from going to art school.

There is no justice in their actions. They have no right to feel the things they do, do the things they do, yet they feel these selfish wants with all their might. They are children sure, but the adults have the same selfishness twisted in more wicked ways, backed up by legalities and, what they presume to be, rational thought. Justifying selfishness is what an adult does. Being selfish is what a child does. And being selfish should not be demonized, nor should it be justified.

Selfishness is part of the heart. It is part of us, and no matter what we do, we will act with selfish precision.

KOSA really highlights how much american law and companies dictate everything for the entire world, but how, unless you're american, there is not much you can do about it. i can't call or write a rep about KOSA because i'm not american, my representatives have no sway here, but if KOSA passes i'd have to give ID to access anything hosted in america. and because of how the world works, most things are based in the USA.

it affects the privacy and safety of non-citizens, of people who don't even live in the country, and yet because we aren't american, there's nothing we can do.

I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.

Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.

And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.

As another nervous writer, I shall give ya a prompt. -yeets prompt- Could ya write something with the main 3 reacting to the reader showing up after a mission on day with a cat? I think that’d be neat! Have a nice day!!

Thank you so much, have a great day too! That was nice to get out a little of the comfort zone(I'm not really used to writing fluff or cute things in general and for this one I challenged myself to write it entirely in English, without first writing in my native language and then translating it).

Main 3 headcanons with (y/n) bringing a cat after a mission.

■ It all started when you went to get some supplies, not to much happened but when you got back in your vehicle, you heard a meow.

■ You went behind the convertible and spotted a little cat, that immediately started to rub against you and purr. You almost couldn't contain yourself from such cuteness and began to pet it, not even noticing that you've been playing with them for more time than should.

■ Realizing that it was more than time to go and that they looked ravenous, you decided to take them with you. When you arrived, Deimos was the first one you encountered, he was laying on the sofa waking up from a nap and was about to ask why you took so long, when he looked at your arms where the cat was cuddle up.

■ They just jumped off from your arms and went directly to Hank, who was sitting on an armchair, just making themselves comfortable in his lap. You and Deimos slightly began to panic, but soon relaxed when realized he liked them and even started to pet them.

■ Sanford entered in the room a few minutes later and when saw the cat, his first instinct was to caress them, but it looked like they didn't enjoy the way he did because he got scratched and hissed at. Which resulted a good laugh from you and Deimos, even a little grin from Hank, that went unseen because of his mask.

■ Even if someone there didn't want the feline that doesn't matter. Hank wants the cat, so he's going to have the cat. He was planning to name it "motherfucker", but you didn't let it, instead deciding to name the cat Mars.

■ You are the one who needs to feed Mars and do those things, Sanford doesn't want to be attacked again, Hank just doesn't know how to do it correctly and Deimos tried to feed them some snacks once ("Deimos, you can't feed Mars that stuff!" "There's no way this will make 'em ill." "YES, THERE IS"), but he's willing to help you to bath them, that is really needed, because Mars puts up a fight and sometimes escapes, which ends up soaking the entire base's floor.

■ They steal and hide everything, from the Hank's goggles to Sanford's hook, they even destroyed Deimos' socks and proudly returned the rag when he was looking for them. Once while you were trying to make yourself some chocolate milk and was distracted, they stuck their head in the cup of milk, drank and spilled it all over table it was on.

■ The best thing that happened was Sanford and Mars made up after he rescued them when they got stuck on the lighting, and nobody knows how Mars got up there in first place, but is grateful for that.

■ The worst thing that happened was when Hank asked you where you found them, and you showed him. He asked it because he knows that where there's one, there are more. Suddenly, one day to another, Hank appeared with more 20 cats.

■ They are too many.

■ Send help.

Leonardo X Reader

「 ✦ 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐱 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✦ 」

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Midnight came as the full moon in the sky glowed radiantly down on the buildings and people of New York. Teens secretly stayed up, scrolling through their phones in the covers of their bed as the bustle of the streets calmed. There were still cars here and there on the streets, supposedly going home. Even at this ungodly hour, there was a silhouette leaping high from building to building, posing mid air. Eventually they settled on the rooftop of an apartment complex, looking down at the streets and vehicles below. The city gleamed with bright lights from car headlights and street lamps.

Leonardo never minded heights. Even at a young age, he loved the thrill of danger, riding his skateboard around the lair, jumping off of high places like counters and chairs. He remembered when he had once climbed the fridge and stood on it, looking down. He had felt like he was on top of the world at that time. Though he eventually had to safely climb down due to his father scolding him he could get hurt up there. His father had forbidden him from climbing on the fridge since then. He totally did it again the next day though.

Leo chuckled at the memory. Good times. Simple times. Times when his older brother wouldn’t make the four of them have to go on patrol around the city every night because he claims, quote on quote, “crime never rests.” I mean, it’s not like anything usually happened during these patrols though. And tonight, Leo was begging the pizza supreme in the sky for at least something interesting to happen on this patrol. As Leonardo continued to watch the city below, still stuck in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the door that allowed the residents of the apartment to the rooftop being opened and a human staring at him from behind.

That human was you. You had been having trouble sleeping, and had decided to take a few pictures of New York’s streets from the rooftop. You hadn’t cared that you were still in pajamas, you didn’t expect anyone else to be on the roof as well. When you had climbed up all the stairs, slightly tired from the many steps, your camera strap around your neck. You had only wanted to take a few pictures of the sky, and some of the city below, but something else caught your attention when you pushed open the door.

There, standing at the edge of the roof was a figure. They had a casual and calm stance, even though they were extremely close to the edge and practically looked down at the city below. They didn’t look human, far from it. But despite that fact, they still looked so mesmerizing.

The moonlight seemed to place a bright spotlight on them, highlighting their bandana tails as they swayed in the wind, their unnatural lime green with a small tail poking out under what looked like a blue-ish shell. A sword strapped onto their shell shimmered gracefully, coating it in a blue shine.

You could tell they were a mutant. Reports of mutants causing havoc in the city was almost a daily occurrence. It was practically the only thing talked about on the news. Tons of conspiracists talked about mutants taking over like some alien invasion. You didn’t listen to too many theories, nor did you really want to. There are also the supposed ‘green heroes’ who had saved many from many of these mutants. That report from your highschool about how they saved the school from a magic rampaging hippo who tried to make the school disappear as a magic trick during the homecoming party was a pretty big shock to you when you heard about it. You were glad you had stayed home that day in favor of practicing your photography skills around the city. Overall, you had a neutral opinion of mutants.

You couldn’t help but grip your camera a little tighter, wanting desperately to take a photo of the scene in front of you. Stars were glittering in your eyes the more you observed the mutant. The way he calmly, yet confidently had one foot at the edge of the roof, showing his bravery, his hands on his hips as he peered down at the streets below. The lighting made their figure look even better, glowing softly with the stars shining above them.

In a daze you slowly and shakily lifted your camera to your face, glancing through the viewfinder as you made sure to get the perfect angle. Holding the camera as straight as you could despite your shaky hands, you snapped the photo. However, once the flash and ‘click!’ noise went off, you flinched when the mutant had whipped his head towards you.

Both you and mutant were caught in a staring contest that felt like it lasted for hours. Neither of you moved a muscle, waiting for the other to do or say something. You got a good look at their face. He wore a blue bandana and had red crescent red stripes over his eyes. Two brighter yellowish stripes were visible on his arms from shoulder to his forearm and on his thighs. He wore bluish fingerless gloves that extended to his elbows, and knee-high toeless footwear. He also wore a blue belt with a strap that went over his shoulder. Attached to his belt was a blue pouch that rested on his side. After what felt like an hour, you nervously waved at the mutant, giving him an anxious smile. 

“Hi..” You quietly spoke, holding your camera against your chest. “Sorry for taking a picture of you.. I-I can delete it if you’d like.” Your voice was small with an anxious undertone to it. The last thing wanted to do was upset the mutant. Mostly because you had no clue what this mutant could do to you. You and them were alone on a rooftop at night with most people asleep. You took a step back, ready to bolt right to the door the moment they posed a threat to you.

The mutant didn’t speak for a couple seconds, his eyes scanning over you. He seemed to take notice of how stiff you were. The mutant turned their body towards you with a smirk, holding his arms in the air in surrender.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. No harm done. I mean, I would want to take a picture of this handsome face.”

You blinked in surprise at how casually the mutant was taking the situation, even making a joke about it. Your posture gradually became less tense once you processed his words, a small smile growing on your face. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the mutant making a box around their face with their hands. You started to feel less nervous, seeing how the mutant genuinely didn’t mind you taking the picture.

“Ah, you're welcome then.” You then held up your camera to eye level. “Would you mind me taking more? Only if you're comfortable with it.”

And from there, you and the mutant spent what felt like hours talking and laughing while you took pictures of him. He did a variety of poses and you took pictures of all of them, laughing. One of the pictures you took was one of him posing mid air as he leapt to the neighboring building. You promised him you wouldn’t upload any of the pictures to social media. You did want to keep them for yourself in the first place. He seemed pretty relieved by your promise.]

Even after you both finished taking the pictures the mutant stayed and started a conversation with you. The two of you sat on the cold floor and talked about random things. You quickly noticed he was the jokester type, making numerous puns and one-liners during your conversation. You giggled and snickered at many of his jokes, and noticed how his face lit up at your positive reactions. You showed him all of the photos you took together, laughing at the silly poses he had made. One of the pictures you had taken was him posing in mid air as he leapt to the neighboring building.

Eventually, you began to yawn frequently, your eyes struggling slightly to stay open. The mutant had caught you multiple times with your eyes half lidded and your head bobbing up and down in an attempt to stay awake. He could tell you were getting tired, and the conversation between you two slowly died down. You and the mutant were left sitting next to each other, staring at the stars. There was a peaceful silence between you two, the only sounds being the muffled vehicles from the streets.

“This was a lot of fun.” You suddenly spoke, making the mutant turn his head to stare at you as you continued looking towards the stars. “I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” You chuckled, turning your head towards the mutant.

“Yeah, me too. Patrols are never like this. Normally it’s ‘make sure no one’s in danger,’ but it’s pretty rare for anything interesting to come up.”

“Well, you never know.” You let out another yawn and used your hand to cover your mouth. “This has been fun, but-” You  grunted as you stood up and stretched as the mutant stared at you curiously from his spot. “-I’m pretty tired, and it’s probably not the best idea to stay up super late on a school night.”

The mutant chuckled, hopping to his feet and mimicking your stretch with a groan. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He put his arm across from him, and used his other to hold it in place. You smiled at him. This had been a lot of fun. Maybe you could do this again another time? You noticed the mutant place his hands on his hips and he turned over to you. “Well, mi amigo, admittingly this has been better than waiting around for some criminal to try and rob the museum again, or for the foot clan to steal more paper.” The mutant muttered the last part lowly, but it was still audible enough for you to hear. You chuckled and held out your hand.

“No problem-” You paused, looking at him with a confused expression that he tilted his head at. “I don’t think I got your name..” You muttered, slightly embarrassed. You two had spent what felt like a long time with each other and you didn’t even ask him his name. The mutant seemed amused at your embarrassment and slight blush creeping up your cheeks from his laugh.

“Don’t sweat it! Name’s Leo. Or as I’m also known as-” He struck a sassy pose with a hand on his hip and the other swept his bandana tails as if they were hair. A smirk was stretched across his face as he slightly narrowed his eyes to sell the look. “-Neon Leon. The one and only face man of the Mad Dogs.”

“Alright then Leon,” you snickered as he grabbed your outstretched hand in a handshake. “I’m Y/n, nice to meet you Leon.” You noticed how Leo’s eyes seemed glued to your hand in deep thought. You watched him stare in curiosity, wondering what he was thinking about. “Penny for your thoughts?” You chuckled, cocking your head to the side a bit. Leo seemed to break out of his trance at your voice and let go of your hand, using it to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking about something.”

“I could tell.”

You smiled kindly at him, glancing back at the door that led back down into your apartment complex. Leo noticed this and turned around and walked to the edge of the rooftop, gaining your attention. His arms rested behind his head as he confidently strided towards the edge. He put one foot on the short concrete wall and turned back towards you. He gave you a wink and a salute before he leapt off high into the air and landed on another rooftop. He continued until he was no longer in your sight.

Your eyes searched for him, making sure he was out of sight. You continued gripping your camera, a wide smile unconsciously spreading across your face. You made your way back to your apartment room, smiling the whole way through. The moment you burst into your room, you ran to your computer, leaping into your spinning chair next to your desk, and transferred all the photos you had taken of Leo to your computer and printed all of them. 

You grabbed your small box of red thumbtacks, grabbed all of your printed photos and stuck them on your wooden bulletin board that rested on a wall in your bedroom. Stepping back to admire your work with your hands on your hips, you grinned proudly. Leo had definitely inspired you tonight. Your mind raced with ideas of new photos you could take. You would have to unfortunately leave that to do in the morning.

You placed your camera on your bedside desk, and climbed into bed, throwing the covers over yourself as you snuggled your head into your pillow. A smile continued to grace your face as you closed your eyes, falling asleep a few minutes later. You hoped you would see Leo again one day.