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save me malevolent vampire au

i need to go outside skskskkskfkfjdj

(also, me, @moookar and @styrofoamdoor are working on actually getting this au somehwere 👀)

I need friends. These hoes don't fw my fav artists

Some sketches!

Fuck yes my bribery worked, here's the monopoly money as promised

Please. Please reblog with your Parker designs. I will pay you $100 in cold fake cash.

Every single Parker I ever see blows me away

Please. Please reblog with your Parker designs. I will pay you $100 in cold fake cash.

I'm dating to marry, so no I don't wanna be your hook up

gonna start posting about my ocs more! here's professor globe, he is my son

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?

Parker..... parrrkkerrrr

Me if you guys give a darn 🙂‍↕️ shitty ahh edit i made at 3 am👎👎

YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOK‼️‼️

If it looks familiar it's bc it's POU!!

YA'LL REMEMBER THAT GAME?? SHIT WAS BANGER AS A KID FRFR

Anyways, here's what mine actually looked like (before I humanized him)

Also for the nosey bitches out there...

BAMM!! It's my new sketch book:3

And yes that is me and emo Master Shake on the cover 😭😭

YOOO FINISHED DRAWING ARE BOY SOUL EATER‼️‼️

So what do we think guys?:D

SOBBING, HES SO CUTEEE HASHSHHSHSHS

@aliteralsodacup 's OC Jack is SO CUTE AHHHSHHH so I had to draw them :7

More 2-D doodles!! Bc he's so bbg 😩

Also he's w Blade^^ (le selfsona if u will)

RAHHH THERE SO SILLY I CAN'T-

MY BBG RIKU BC HES JUST SO BABYGIRL😩😩💕

Erm, yes, pookie is on my wall 😌💅

*drops this here*

[ swanatello ] ->

Donnie had found that now, he almost didn’t mind sunrise. He didn’t enjoy it, per se. But he wasn’t sure if he hated it anymore, either. 

At first, it had been awful. 

Every single morning, like clockwork, as soon as sunrise approached, all he could feel was fear seeping through every corner of his body. It pressed in tight until it filled him up and forced him rigid and sharp, searing the backs of his eyes and the curve of his neck. Every morning, the only thing he knew was that something bad was about to happen. He didn’t really remember those moments. All he remembered was feeling, more than anything, that he had to get back to his lake. That he had to get home. 

(He did remember coming to, after the transformation was over and the panic eased off. They never talked about it, but everyone would always be looking at him with these faces that told him plenty. Every time they’d be all teary-eyed and shaky. And he’d wake up pinned in the firm press of Raph’s big hands, careful and gentle but still so tight it was almost painful. Sometimes, some of them would be bloodied, and he knew they’d never say it but he also knew it was his fault.)

The worst part was that he already was home. He knew that. He knew he was with his family. He knew that he, Hamato Donatello, was finally back where he belonged. 

He hated how hollow the victory felt.

No matter how long he looked, he couldn’t quite find any joy in it. He wasn’t happy or relieved. He wasn’t lonely or mournful, either, wasn’t missing the lake or longing for its company. Mostly, he was just… tired.

He just wanted to sleep.

The longer he was here, the more he adjusted, and the easier the routine was. He didn’t panic like that anymore. The fear never quite went away, rising up red hot and swollen in his throat over the horizon each and every morning with the sun, but at least they didn’t have to hold him down anymore. At least he didn’t hurt them.

Either way, they always stayed with him. 

“Leo?”

There were two minutes left. Even if he wasn’t staring down the clock, he’d still know. He’d feel it. 

“Yeah?”

And that was why, really. Why he couldn’t quite find it in himself to mind the sunrise.

“It’s almost time.”

Even if it was fear. At least at sunrise, he felt something. 

“I know,” Leo soothed, shifting slightly across the bed to sit a bit closer to him, nudging Donnie ever-so-softly with his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

But Donnie never worried about that. He knew Leo wouldn’t leave. He knew he’d stay. He knew that nothing bad would happen— that he wouldn’t die. That it wouldn’t even be painful. He knew that at the end of it, whoever was with him with scoop him up and hold him in their lap. He knew they’d pet his feathers and talk to him all quiet and soft, gentle and low until he fell asleep. He knew they’d still be there when he woke up again.

It never stopped the fear. It still couldn’t stop the jump in his heart rate and the hitch to his breath, running off ahead of him as if to scout for trouble. It still never kept all his muscles from coiling up tight, pulled taut across his skeleton, bracing for impact. It had yet to prevent his hands from trembling every morning— so bad that his brothers almost invariably ended up hanging onto him, wrapping his hands up with their own to keep him steady.

“It’s okay,” Leo insisted, squeezing his hands. “You’re fine, Dee. Deep breaths with me, yeah? Nothing is bad is gonna happen. I’m not gonna leave.”

And Donnie knew he wouldn’t. That was never what he was afraid of.

At first, he would panic every morning. His brothers would have to hold him down. He’d black out. He would hurt them. 

It wasn’t like that anymore. It had gotten better. The more time passed, the less horrifying it was, and the better he could bear it.

He thought maybe that was what he was actually afraid of.

That maybe, one day, enough time would pass that even when the sun rose in the mornings, he still wouldn’t be able feel anything at all.

[ @candycoloredzebra wrote a thing for me, and i liked it, so i wrote something, too. ]

Yeah I love watching tennis.

The tennis in question:

looking, not respectfully

Ok one more post before I sleep

Narrator such a angry little man